Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:53:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: corpusdawg88@aim.com
Subject: The Fall of the Parker Brother Part 13

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John woke up the next morning, bound in cuffs.

He stirred slowly, making an audible groan as he moved his head.

"Hurts right" I asked, sitting at the bedside.

He slowly looked over at me with half open eyes. He went to move and found
his arms were bound. "What's the fuck?" he croaked.

"Here," I said taking the cap off a water, "You won't be able to talk with
that cottonmouth."

I put the bottle up to his lips while he just glared at me.

"You can drink or sit there, I don't give a fuck."

He wrapped his lips around the bottle and drank the entire contents in one
long gulp. I tossed the bottle away and sat back down.

"Why am I tied up?" he asked.

"Because we need to talk and I don't trust you not to talk with your
hands."

He struggled with the cuffs, "Why what happened last night?"

"You know what happened."

He locked eyes with me, "No, I really don't."

"Really?" I said pulling my phone out, "You sure about that?"

He watched as I plowed him the first time, him grunting and begging the
whole time. His face got pale and his mouth hung open as he stared at the
impossible. "You raped me?"

"See there is that word again, rape," I said as I loaded the next video up,
"Rape implies non consensual, and this is anything but."

I showed him on all fours as he begged Sammy to fuck him. I made sure he
couldn't tell who was fucking him, but the sounds of him begging for more
were loud and clear. Again he just watched in shock/horror/fascination. He
wasn't looking away, which is a good sign unto itself.

"See John, that's you," I pointed to the screen, "And that's you shooting
your load from getting fucked like a bitch."

"No..." he said softly, trying to convince himself that the video was a
fake.

I moved over to the bed, making sure the video was right in his face. He
could have stopped watching at anytime by closing his eyes, but he
didn't. Instead he was locked onto him getting fucked like his life
depended on it.

"It's not your fault dude," I said calmly, "I mean what can you do about an
itchy ass?"

His eyes darted to me as a moment of recognition passed through his mind.

"Right? You know it's true right?" I said, moving my other hand between his
legs.

"Don't," he warned.

"But why John? Look at the video...you like it. You want it."

"N-no...you drugged me."

"You were wasted sure, but you're not now. And your ass is itching all the
same."

He looked back at the phone and then back to me.

"It's no big deal man, just give in to what you want."

"I don't want this!" he cried.

"Then why is your cock hard?" I said grabbing his fucking beast of a cock
by the base.

He let out a moan as he looked down at his judas dick.

"You're turned on man, it's ok."

He shook his head while I stroked him slowly, the drop of precum pooling at
the head while he tried to will it to stop. "Come on John, remember how
good it felt?" I let go of the phone and slipped my other hand under him.

"Please don't..." he whimpered, the sound of him begging for more cock
filling the room.

"But why John," my finger touched his hole, "Why deny yourself this?"

"Not a fag..." he tried to reason as I pressed slowly into him.

"No, you're a not a fag. You just like getting fucked, there's a big
difference."

My finger slid easily up his ass, he tried to clench it shut but his little
brother had stretched him so much that it didn't stop me from digging
deeper and deeper.

"Stop...don't..." he intoned, his head thrashing from side to side as I got
further into him.

"But your cock, it's even harder now..." I made sure to jerk him a couple
of times to prove it. "Just say you want it John."

His eyes were closed and he had already started sweating.

"Just relax..." I said sweetly.

"I don't want...."

And I passed over his prostate.

"Ugghhhhh..." he groaned as his willpower deserted him.

"What's that John?" I asked, rubbing back and forth over his spot, "Your
ass itchy John? Your ass itchy again?"

He was trying to hold on for dear life, he really was. But the truth of the
matter was that his prostate was being over stimulated, he was being
triggered into flashbacks by asking about the itchy ass and he was
remembering what it felt like to be fucked. Of course most of that was the
drugs, but he still felt it and was remembering it.

"Just relax John...accept it..."

He shook his head again as I started to just straight on assault his
ass. He was jerking up and down like he was being exposed to an electrical
wire, his cock was burping precum everywhere, betraying how turned on he
was right now.

"Come on John, let go. Just accept it..." I slipped another finger into
him, "Your ass is just too itchy..."

With two fingers I could apply so much more force, making his open his
mouth in a silent scream as I stopped moving over his boybutton and just
started to stab at it. His hips were off the bed as he simultaneously tried
to get away from my hand and slam himself down on it harder.

"Come on John, admit it."

He still said nothing, but his abs were covered in cock snot.

So I slipped my fingers out in one quick motion, "Ok, never mind."

His eyes flew open and he looked up at me, in a full blown panic, but his
mouth unable to let him speak.

"What? Fine John, I'll leave you alone."

He looked down at his dripping cock and then focused on my phone again, and
the image of him begging to be fucked harder and harder.

"Ok." he said in a small voice.

"What?"

"Ok, do it," he said.

"Do what?"

"Get me off!" he roared.

And now for the last part of our lesson.

I jumped up on the bed and grabbed his throat, making his eyes bug out in
shock.

"Listen your fucking pussy boy. You want to get fucked then you ask for it
like any other slut. You ain't no fucking alpha jock, you're a bottom bitch
who needs to be fucked. So the quicker you understand that the better."

I Let go of him so he could take a breath and grabbed the dildo off the
nightstand. I shoved it up into him and turned it on full blast. A squeal
came out of his mouth as I grabbed his cock again.

"You get it bitch? You aren't in control here, I am. You get that?"

He nodded, sweat flying off of him.

"What was that?"

"Yes, I got it!"

"Yes what?"

He looked up at me, trying to look upset so I stroked him harder, breaking
his concentration.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir," he finally blurted out, "Yes sir I understand."

"You got an itchy ass cunt?"

'Yes sir!"

"You want me to take care of it?"

"Please sir, please..." he started to ramble, his instincts of last night
kicking in.

I grabbed my blindfold and slipped it over his eyes, "Fine, get ready to be
fucked."

I slipped the dildo out and opened my door.

Sammy walked in, monster cock bobbing in front of him as he climbed onto
the bed.

Without a word he pressed his hard to his older brother's tight, little
jock hole and waited.

"Yes sir...that's it...please sir..." John begged, feeling himself mere
moments away from relief.

Sammy moved his hips forward slightly, shoving his oversized mushroom head
past John's sphincter. John let out a hiss as it popped in, Sammy just
stood still, letting him adjust to his girth.

"Fuck...jesus fuck...you're too big..."

Sammy pushed a couple of inches in and John's head slammed side to side as
he tried to maintain his composure.

"FUCK! You're so fucking big......your cock.....jesus...."

Sammy pushed another couple inches in and his older brother bore down on
the pain. John didn't know it, but he was getting used to getting
fucked. Sammy was about halfway in and he paused again, letting his brother
adjust.

"Fuckfuckfuck,.." John panted, "Shit...so fucking big..."

"You like that cock stretching your hole," Sammy asked in a deep voice,
disguising his own.

John nodded, "Yes sir...so fucking full..."

"You want more?" he asked, holding his hips still.

Out of nowhere John raised his hips and shoved another couple of inches
into his ass, "Fuck em sir...I can take the pain."

The look of lust and power on Sammy's face was insane and I actually felt
my own cock react.

John felt his little brother shove the rest of his cock into him, both of
them grunting from the sensation. Once bottomed out Sammy held still,
letting his jock bother adjust to this cock, and giving him one last moment
of rest.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yes sir," John answered, eagerly.

Sammy slowly slid the length of his cock out, "Ask me."

"Fuck me sir."

"Beg me."

"Please fuck me sir."

"More."

"Please god sir give me your fucking cock!"

Sammy answered by shoving his entire length in at once, causing John's head
to fly back and for him to let out a groan that could probably be heard
across the street. The youngest Parker wasted no time in laying assault to
his oldest brother's ass. Sammy's cock stretched John's hole to it's limit,
his own cock stood straight up as he got fucked, with each shove another
bead of precum was released.

John gasped as Sammy took his brother's legs and spread them wishbone
style, allowing him even deeper entry into that ass.

"FUCCKKKK!!!" John screamed as Sammy doubled his efforts, not just fucking
but completely destroying his brother's ass. Taking what was a virgin,
straight jock hole last night and turning it into a swollen, weeping hole
full of cum. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." John panted as Sammy would not let
up. His perfect as was a blur as he pounded all nine plus inches harder and
harder into his brother.

Sammy let go of John's legs and was rewarded by John wrapping them around
his wait and pulling him closer as John pushed back onto his little
brother's cock. It was hotter than nay porn I had ever seen, the toned,
hung, high school jock plowing the built, football stud mercilessly. The
fact that John was straight and Sammy was his brother just made it all that
more hot.

Now it was time to teach that to John.

I moved over towards John's head and gave Sammy the signal to slow down. He
stopped jackhammering John and started long, leisurely pushes into him.

"No!" John whined, pulling Sammy into him with his legs again,
"Harder...harder...:

"How bad you want this cock?" I asked him.

"So bad...please sir...I'm close...your cock is getting me so close..."

A lot of people think that straight men are all the same. They think once
someone has realized they are straight that it's the end of the
discussion. That if they fuck enough girls, eat enough pussy, then that is
just the way it is. The truth of the matter is, men, all men, have a
preference and that preference can change. Sometimes naturally, sometimes
by an accidental encounter, sometimes by medication, but in the end it's
all just a preference. The key to overcoming that is to make the guy feel
more pleasure than he ever had before. There is a limit on how much a man
can resist their sexual urges before they just snap. They preference,
common sense, all of it, it is just foreplay to the actual sexual drive
that lies beneath us all. In the last 24 hours John had been given pleasure
like he had never felt it before, and he was holding on to his masculinity
and heterosexuality for dear life. But the drugs, the conditioning, the
fact that Sammy's cock can make sex trans formative, all of it together had
driven John to this moment, the edge of abandonment and desire.

I was about to push him over.

"Beg him to fuck you,"

"PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!" John screamed.

"LOUDER!"

"FUCK ME SIR!"

I looked at Sammy, "You heard him, fuck him."

Sammy began to fuck him for real, Not for strength, not for domination, but
for sex, for actual sexual pleasure. As he pushed into his brother's hole
he made sure to angle his thrust to completely smash his prostate, bring
John full seconds of absolute pleasure like he had never imagined. He made
sure to press down as he pulled out, dragging his entire girth along John's
tight hole, touching him in places he never knew he had. He fucked him
good, he fucked him steady, he was fucking him to cum.

"Oh god...fuck yeah...fuck...fuck..." John cried out, his entire mind gone,
only sex remained.

I watched his cock, the way it bobbed, the precum that dripped down his
shaft, the way it lurched in the air every time Sammy hit his spot. I
watched and waited...

And then I moved.

"Thank him for fucking you so good," I said.

"Thank you sir...thank you...your cock....god your cock...thank you sir,
thank you..."  And I pulled off the blindfold.

Sammy paused and John looked up to see his little brother between his legs,
felt his cock swell in him and the fact that the last few minutes he had
been begging him to fuck him sank into John's mind. His eyes were wide as
the pieces fell in his mind...

Sammy had a wicked grin on his face and said, "You're welcome..." and
pushed into him.

John cock's exploded untouched. A geyser of fucking cum erupted between
them as John's ass clenched around his little brother's cock and the last
dregs of his resistance vanished.

"Sammy! OH Sammy!!" he screamed as he came, he pulled at the cuffs again as
he came and came and came.

"You like that john?" Sammy said, fucking him as he came, "You like my
fucking cock?"

"Oh god your cock...your fucking cock..." John wailed as another load shot
over his lips, his tongue darting out to catch as much as he can.

"You're my cunt now John...this cock owns you..."

John was just nodding, "You own me Sammy..you own me..."

I undid the cuffs and his arms fell to his side as Sammy pulled out and
climbed up to straddle his big brother's chest.

"Take me load, open that mouth."

John grabbed his little brother's perfect ass and steadied him as he opened
his mouth and waited for his reward like a good cum slut does.

Sammy unloaded into him, John chocking as his mouth filled up with his
brother's spunk. He tried to swallow it all bit dribbles slipped out down
his cheek as he struggled to contain the load. Sammy leaned down and kissed
him, John sharing his brother's load with him as he embraced him and kissed
him back.

I let my cock free and came, watching them kiss like that, I had done it, I
had corrupted the Parker Brothers.