Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2024 21:07:08 +0000
From: AJ <2son2s@proton.me>
Subject: The Sub Brothers: Part 5

The Sub Brothers: Part 5 -- Gay Authoritarian / Incest

This story is pure fantasy. None of it happened and it is not based in any
part on real events. It involves consensual sexual relationships with adult
men, including brothers.

If you're not old enough to be here, please do not read. If you're not into
kinky male on male gay sex, this is not for you either.

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As we were cuddling and chatting we heard the door open so we got up and
walked back to the living room to meet Master. We were surprised to see it
was not Master at all. It was Mr. Paul.

"Now there is a sight. Look at my naked fag boys!" Mr. Paul announced
walking towards us.

As he reached us he put a hand on to each of our butts and squeezed before
saying, "I have a surprise for you. Put on jocks and shoes so I can
transport you. But first, I got to piss."

He had put his hand on my shoulder and guided me down. For the second time
in the day I let my submissive side take over and erase my shock. I went
into urinal mode and took his cock into my mouth. He immediately began to
piss and I swallowed as he kept talking.

"You two are mine now. faggot 1, that's you on your knees drinking, and
young faggot 2 here standing next to me. You'll do as I say without
hesitation. I've been waiting for this day for years. I can't wait to see
the shock in your eyes when you see what I have in store for you," he
stated as his piss went to a dribble and then stopped flowing. He shook the
last drips onto my face and then put his cock away.

"OK now let's go - get dressed and meet me outside," he ordered before
opening the door and going out.

We both rushed to my bedroom to grab jocks and shoes.

"What do you think he has planned? What did he mean that we're his now?" My
brother asked as we walked to the door in our jocks. I'd grabbed my phone
as well.

"Not sure, bubba. But as faggots we're basically chattel to Alpha
men. Mr. Paul is our current Master, that's all we need to know. Now get
outside so I can lock up," I answered and slapped his ass. He jumped and
laughed and ran out the door.

We stood next to Mr. Paul naked except for jockstraps and awaited for him
to lead the way. It was a bit of a rush being this nearly naked in
public. It was making my cock grow hard. I looked over at bubba and noticed
his was fully erect. We shared exhibitionism too. Nice.

"Follow me, boys," Mr. Paul directed.

We followed him to his car. There were a few people around but no one said
anything. Mr. Paul opened the back door to his truck and said "hop in. Once
inside, lose the jocks."

We obeyed immediately, entering the cab of the truck and taking off the
jocks. Bubba sat in the middle and me by one of the windows, as Mr. Paul
walked around to the drivers seat. He got in, started the engine and turned
to look back at us.

"As we drive, faggot 2 you ride your brother's dick. But faggot 1, you
don't have permission to cum. You neither, 2. There will be punishments if
you do," with that, he turned back and began to drive.

Bubba didn't need to be told twice, he jumped up into my lap and positioned
my hard cock against his hole before sitting down and taking me into
him. Neither of us had cum all day despite lots of playtime. It was going
to be a struggle keeping myself from unloading inside his warm tight hole.

He began to bounce up and down, getting into a rhythm. I could hear him
breathing heavy and I knew he also would have trouble keeping his load from
erupting. I grabbed his hips and slowed him. I whispered to him, "cool it,
bubba, we don't know how long of a drive this is. Try just sitting in my
lap for a bit."

He nodded and eased himself all the way down my cock until he was sitting
in my lap impaled on me. I wrapped my arms around his torso and began to
kiss on the back of his neck.

After about 5 minutes, Mr. Paul broke the silence.

"Ok we're getting close. faggot 2, I want you to really grind. Try to milk
that load out of your brother's cock, earn him a punishment," he said, with
an evil grin on his face looking into the rear view mirror.

My brother, I was learning, was nothing if not obedient. He immediately
began fucking himself in earnest on my hard cock. He felt so good and I
knew I would be in trouble if it lasted much longer.

I tried to focus on anything else. Watching the cars and buildings we
passed. Breathing in and out. Willing our destination to arrive.

We began to slow and the truck turned into a drive. Mr. Paul then began to
speak.

"How's the boy pussy feel, faggot? I bet it feels good. I bet you are close
to release. You want to fill your brother's pussy, don't you faggot? Flood
his hole with your pig sperm?" I knew what he was doing. He was trying to
get me over the edge.

And it was working. My cock pulsed inside my brother. I was losing control
and my mind was in overdrive and let go. I moaned and then shouted as I
felt my cum begin to gush from my cock deep inside my brother. It felt
incredible. I was covered in sweat, my cock was softening inside him as he
settled back into my lap. It took me a few seconds to come back to earth
and realized we weren't moving anymore.

"I take it your load is now inside the faggots hole?" Mr Paul asked.

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I lost control." I replied realizing I was now in
for punishment.

"Tsk tsk tsk. You'll get a punishment later. But for now I'm eager to get
you two in the house and see my surprise," he said before ordering us out
of the truck.

"Leave the jocks. No need for those anymore," he stated as he began
walking.

We followed, naked. I noticed my cum dripping down bubbas thigh and
wondered how I'd be punished. I didn't really think much of what might be
the surprise. It would take a lot to really shock me after the days events!

We were at Mr. Paul's house, I remembered it from the many times I'd been
here growing up as well as those teenage years where he trained me to be
the faggot I am. We walked along the side of the house to the back where
there was a carriage house with a garage and nice bar and play room - both
in terms of sex and in terms of TV, billiards and what not.

He opened the door to the garage and led us in.

To call what met our eyes a surprise was the understatement of the century.

There on a workbench in the middle of the room was a tied up, gagged and
blindfolded naked man. That wasn't the shock.

The shock was that the naked bound man was our father.

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Part 6 coming soon. As always, I'd love to hear your feedback and comments:
2son2s@proton.me