Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2024 17:05:32 +0000
From: bbb_fantasies@proton.me
Subject: Breaking Brad - Chapter 1: Brotherly Love

Hey Nifty readers, I hope you enjoy this fictional story, it's my first.
I look forward to any suggestions, comments, rants, raves, critiques, or
whatever you might have! I've tried to edit it as much as possible but I
am also eager to publish it! - Captain Flyntt

Bradley was thirteen years old when he starting watching his older
brother from his room. He would crack his door open and peek through it
to and spy on Forrest going in and out of their bathroom.

Mornings were Bradley's favorite. He could barely sleep at night he'd
get so horny thinking about them. He'd wake up early to listen for
Forrest walking down the hallway so he could stare at his hunky
brother's tight athletic butt as it passed by his door, so close Bradley
swore he could smell Forrest's teen boy musk.

Then Forrest would begin showering and Bradley would slowly stroke his
four-inch pencil thin cock and fantasize about what his older brother was
doing in there.

Forrest was like a god to Bradley.

Bradley wasn't even five and a half feet and barely weighed over a
hundred pounds. Girls liked him because he was cute and harmless. He had
curly golden blonde hair that fell over his big blue eyes like a Greek
boy whore.

Forrest was Bradley's opposite. He was seventeen and already six foot
five. He was a pitcher on his high school's baseball team, but seemed to
dominate everything he did. He had dark brown eyes that matched his dark
brown hair and tan muscular skin.

Bradley would stare at the yellow glow coming from under the door and
think to himself that, just a few feet away, behind a mere few inches of
wood, was his older brother's lean body all wet and soapy. Bradley's
mouth watered and his tiny cock swelled in his hand as he jerked it up
and down furiously.

Bradley wanted so badly to be in that shower with Forrest. He had seen
Forrest's cock a few times (and Forrest's bulge often) and it was
mesmerizing. Even soft, Bradley knew it was much thicker and longer than
his own puny dick was ever going to be. Below Forrest's shaft hung a
pair of balls that reminded Bradley of a bull. He imagined they'd feel
heavy and warm on his face.

Bradley wanted to choke on his brother's cock and feel the older teen's
wiry brown pubes smash into his face as those loaded balls swung mightily
against chin. Bradley was ashamed of the feelings he was having for his
brother but he couldn't stop them. His shame only fed his horniness.

At first he would just imagine sucking Forrest's cock. But soon he was
thinking about Forrest bending him over the bathroom counter and fucking
him like a girl. Bradley's fantasies got dirtier. He thought about
Forrest cumming on his face. He thought about Forrest commanding him to
worship his fuzzy armpits and smooth feet, and him obeying. Bradley's
fantasies got even dirtier. Now, after fucking him and cumming on his
face, Forrest was pissing on him and spitting in his mouth and slapping
him and calling him a faggot and a whore and a slut.

Bradley couldn't figure out what was happening or why. It seemed like
only months ago he was playing with legos and reading Harry Potter. Now
he was sneaking into his older brother's room to steal the alpha stud's
stinky socks and underwear. Bradley liked to sniff them while he jerked
off and his brother showered.

Bradley was getting good at edging himself to cum just as his brother
would come out of the bathroom and turn to head back to his room. Forrest
would have only his towel on, so Bradley would cum as he emerged
shirtless from the steamy bathroom like a professional wrestler making
his grand entrance.

Bradley's budding horniness was impacting his life and the confused boy
couldn't explain to anyone why he stealing his older brother's clothes
and masturbating to them. After cumming, waves of humiliation and guilt
washed over Bradley and the boy would doubt himself and his slutty nature
while he wiped clear boy juice off his smooth stomach. But by the end of
the day the boy was horny again, and staying up all night thinking of the
next morning and his older brother's body.

This morning Bradley was hornier than he'd ever been and he wanted to
try something new. Forrest had been in the shower for fifteen minutes
already what was taking so long? Bradley thought to himself anxiously.

Stroking his small cut cock by rubbing his tender cockhead with three wet
fingers, Bradley waited for his favorite part of his morning ritual. He
heard the shower turn off. Bradley's heart beat faster. Forrest is so
close to me, he's naked right now, and toweling himself off. Bradley
wanted to be in the bathroom with his brother so badly. He imagined
himself on his knees with his face buried in his hunky older brother's
crotch.
He stroked himself faster and wrapped a pair of Forrest's smelly boxers
around his face, licked his left ring finger, and pushed it inside of
himself.

While he stroked his small slick pencil dick, Bradley wiggled his finger
around his warm fleshy insides, searching for an angle that felt good.
Bradley had only just started watching porn so he didn't know what to
expect, but once he pushed his finger to the second knuckle, a powerful
electric pleasure surged through his body and the pubescent boy
shuddered.

A warm glow filled him and Bradley felt like a lightbulb being turned on
for its first time.

He pushed his finger deeper to its third knuckle and his body glowed
warmer and brighter but also his little hole began to hurt so he thought
about stopping but it felt so good that brave little Bradley told himself
to push through the pain and he pushed past the third knuckle, sending
warm shockwaves through his young body.

Forrest will be coming out soon, Bradley thought to himself. His cock was
as hard as it had ever been. It glistened red with precum and Bradley's
spit. Bradley cupped it with his hand, slowing down his rhythm, not
wanting to cum before he could see his older brother in the muscled alpha
teenager's freshly showered glory.

Bradley was insane with lust. He felt like such a dirty slut, fingering
his boy pussy and jerking his tiny dick and huffing his brother's musky
boxers. He knew this was wrong. He shouldn't feel this way. He should
stop. But why did it feel so good? Because I want to be a dirty whore.
Forrest's whore. His faggot fuck bag, Bradley reassured himself.

The bathroom door cracked open and Bradley's heart jumped into his
chest. Bradley's older brother stepped out looking like a superhero with
his muscles rippling wet with sweat, steam billowing from behind him,
outlining his body against the bathroom light's yellow glow.

Bradley wiggled his finger further inside of him, recklessly fucking his
soft boy pussy and turning the warm glow that was pulsating through his
young skinny body into a roaring furnace of wanton lust. He stared at
Forrest's pinkish-brown nipples and let his eyes fall down his
brother's tan muscled stomach to his happy trail and the boy's twitching
cock shined with spit and leaked precum like a small spigot.

Forrest's towel was slung low across the muscled teenager's waist
revealing just the top quarter inch of the teen jock's thick brown patch
of pubes. Just a few inches below the towel was the only thing Bradley
wanted in the world. His brother's bulge was the size of Bradley's fist
and Bradley wanted to stuff all of it into his throat and choke on it and
die.

Bradley pushed another finger inside of himself and imagined Forrest's
cock going so deep into his guts that when he looked down he could see it
poke out his pale stomach each time his brother thrusted into him. He
imagined his older brother's thick veiny fuckstick splitting him open
like a jackhammer breaks apart concrete and emptying gallons of hot jock
cum into his intestines and then pissing over Bradley's fucked-out
slutty body while the fagboy cleaned the fuck juices off the alpha
teen's cock.

A long moan escaped Bradley's lips as his dirty faggot fantasies became
too much for his little mind or his little cock to handle. His four-inch
boy dick jumped and erupted, spilling clear drops of cum over the boy's
flat stomach.

Forrest was walking to his room when he heard the strange sound coming
from his younger brother's room.

Bradley's room was dark, but Forrest could tell immediately that his
younger brother was jerking off. The boy's head was arched back while
his little hand gripped his small cock and his other hand was
whereandohmygodwhatthefuckisonhishead?

"Bradley's a faggot!?" Forrest laughed out loud, unable to control
himself. Of course his little brother was a queer. It all made sense now,
how his little brother followed him everywhere, would always want to sit
close to him, would wear his clothes. Forrest was always finding his shit
in Bradley's room: not just sweaters and shirts (which made sense he'd
guessed), but also his underwear and socks.

Forrest thought Bradley was just being a little brother, but now ... now
that he knew Bradley was a little faggot ... I am going to have so much
fun.

Bradley was deep in his fantasy of being split open by his brother when a
cold, hard laugh interrupted him. His heart dropped into his stomach as
he felt the boxers he had been huffing being snatched off his blonde
head.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Forrest asked in a tone of both disgust
and amusement on his face.

Bradley didn't know what to say. What could he say to explain himself?
His older brother had caught him naked, cum dripping down his stomach,
and two of his fingers clearly inside of himself while he was jerking off
and moaning in lust. Bradley felt his cock shrink and his balls pull into
his shaking nervous body. The terrified thirteen year-old blinked his
watering blue eyes that were darting from side to side to avoid his older
brother's harsh stare and stammered, "I... well, uh ..."

Forrest almost felt sorry for his little brother. Getting caught jerking
off is one thing. But getting caught fingering yourself and moaning like
a whore with your older brother's dirty boxers on your head? Bradley was
about to burst into tears, Forrest could tell and his the boy's older
brother he had a choice to make. Should I comfort him? Or take advantage
of him?

Whatever pity and empathy Forrest felt was steadily being replaced with
rage. Seriously though, what a disgusting little freak, jerking his tiny
dick off to me. What would everyone at school think if they knew my
faggot brother was fantasizing like this about me?

Bradley was scared. He felt like trapped prey, waiting for his captor to
decide what do with him--like what a mouse feels when a cat is toying
with it. Bradley felt helpless and humiliated and it was starting to make
him horny again the more his older brother looked at him like a lion
about to kill a gazelle and feast upon its ripped open bloody carcass.

Forrest stared at his little brother sprawled on his bed with its cartoon
sheets, his tiny dick twitching on his smooth stomach amidst the pools of
boy juice. He felt his rage being replaced, no, augmented by something
else. Power. Dominance.

Forrest realized he wasn't mad at Bradley for jerking off to him. He was
mad that Bradley had done it in secret, without permission. How dare he.
I've sacrificed so much to craft my body and he gets to enjoy it for
free? Does he know how many girls at school--shit teachers too!--that
want me? What makes him think he's special? Because he's my brother?

Forrest had never felt anything like this before. Bradley was looking up
at him with his bright blue eyes, showing nothing but fear and
submission. So, purely on instinct, Forrest reached down and wrapped his
hand around Bradley's small soft throat and squeezed.

Bradley's heart beat faster than it ever had before. He was terrified of
Forrest. Will he beat me? Will he kill me? What am I going to do now that
he knows my secret? That I'm a ... a faggot?

Bradley hadn't actually thought about what his morning routines meant
for him in reality. Once he came, life just went back to normal. Life
would never be normal again now.

Naked, with his brother's hand squeezing tighter and tighter around his
throat, Bradley shook with fear. But also ... excitement? He was almost
glad to be caught. His perversion had forced him into a situation where
his darkest fantasies would be fulfilled or ... What is Forrest doing?
What is going to happen to me?

Bradley realized he couldn't breathe and he started to panic. He grabbed
at his older brother's arm desperately and uselessly. His brother was so
much stronger and bigger. He tried pushing his Forrest away but it felt
like trying to push against a parked truck. Bradley's little legs
started kicking and he pulled on his brother's arm more as the world
began to get dark and a deep hum throbbed inside his ears.

Forrest didn't like Bradley touching him with his weak little hands that
had just been inside of his little bubble butt and jerking his cummy
little dick. He let go of his fag brother's pretty throat and, when
Bradley had taken a breath of air, Forrest slapped him.

"Don't ever touch me without me permission, you got that faggot?"
Forrest said.

Bradley choked and sputtered as his head spun from the slap.

"Answer me when I ask you a question," Forrest demanded as he grabbed
Bradley by the chin.

"Sorry, F-Forrest," Bradley finally managed. He was too frightened to
look at his brother in the eyes so Bradley just stared at his brother's
body as his muscles rippled with anger and power. His eyes fell to the
older teen's feet and marveled at how they looked like a lion's paws
right before the king cat pounced on its prey.

"No. You don't get to call me by my name, faggot." Forrest spat out
the last word with such menace Bradley's dick twitched and something
inside his stomach ignite like an ancient furnace being turned on. "Call
me sir. Or master."

"Yes s-sir," Bradley said softly. It felt strangely comfortable to the
thirteen year-old. Like it was proper for a younger brother to show such
naked deference and submission to his elder. The young boy lifted his
eyes from Forrest's feet, up his chiseled calved, and paused at the
older teen's burgeoning bulge before meeting his older brother's stern
gaze.

"How many times have you jerked off to me, Brad?" Forrest asked his
little brother.

"I... I don't know," Bradley admitted. "A lot."

"So many times you can't even count?" Forrest's dark brown eyes
narrowed, burrowing into Bradley's soul. Forrest's rage was gone. I
can't be mad at the kid. I am basically a god too be fair. And fuck,
look at him. He's so cute when he's scared and exposed.

Marching naked down the hallway to his older brother's room, his pencil
dick standing straight up against his stomach, sticky with his drying boy
cum, Bradley had never felt more frightened, helpless, small, humiliated,
or horny in his life. He felt Forrest behind him, watching him, judging
him. Bradley wondered for what felt like the millionth time what Forrest
was going to do to him.

Bradley felt the soft carpet underneath his toes crumple with each step,
his heart beating three or four times for every stride his thin legs
took. The thirteen year-old felt a breeze waft against his naked body and
his already tiny ballsack squeezed tighter inside of him. The soft pale
hair on his arms and legs stood straight up as Bradley shivered and
crossed his skinny arms in front of his flat chest to try and warm
himself.

As he got closer to the door to Forrest's room, a cold sweat creeped
over Bradley and his knees felt like they were going to buckle under his
small weight. What is happening to me? Bradley thought nervously. I can
do this. Bradley tried to reassure himself. I want to do this. Bradley
took a deep breath and prepared himself to have his fantasies fulfilled.

Walking down the hallway, Forrest was amazed at how much his little
brother looked like a hot girl from behind. The boy had curly blonde hair
that bounced cutely around his thin neck. His slender shoulders sloped
down into his thin waist and the perkiest round globe that made
Forrest's mouth water as he imagined grabbing Bradley's small hips and
smashing his cock into the boy's round globe and splitting it open like a
planet being cracked in half by an asteroid.

Forrest was so busy staring at his little brother's thirteen year-old
bubble butt squeeze and relax squeeze and relax as the boy walked in
front of him that, by the time the pair got to his bedroom door, Forrest
wanted to fuck a load into the slim boy right there in the hallway and
leave the kid leaking cum and whimpering.

Forrest watched his little brother's slutty hips sway back and forth
nervously as the boy stood in front of the bedroom door and knew Bradley
needed to be dominated just as badly as Forrest needed to dominate. So
that was what he was going to do: all the things Forrest had wanted to do
to his girlfriends, but those stuck-up bitches wouldn't ever let him.

Bradley felt Forrest's hand grip his shoulder hard and push him inside
the older teen's dark bedroom and then he heard the door shut solemnly
behind him.

Forrest positioned Bradley in the middle of the room and then sat on his
bed.

Bradley shivered as he stood in front of his brother naked and exposed
and unsure of what to do next. The cum on his stomach had dried and his
dick was semi-hard from the combination of horny excitement, humiliation,
and fear. He looked at his older brother for some kind of hint as to what
the alpha teen wanted but Forrest just silently leaned back on his bed
with his towel barely hiding his manhood and a mean grin on spreading
across his dark handsome face.

"Get on your knees," Forrest demanded in his deep voice after what
seemed like forever to his younger brother.

Bradley obeyed without hesitation. He didn't even think about resisting
he realized later. It was like Forrest's voice was a magic command that
left Bradley with no choice, no free will.

Naked, helpless, on his knees in front of his powerful older brother,
Bradley felt right. This was his natural place. This is where I belong.
Bradley was only thirteen but he knew that this is how he wanted to feel
for the rest of his life. And he would do whatever it took to live that
life.

He stared up at his older brother like worshippers look at their god.
Forrest's legs were spread apart just enough that Bradley could see his
cock and balls but the room was too dark for him to really make them out.
Bradley squirmed. He wanted to leap under that towel and devour
Forrest's cock so badly. Powerful waves of lust crashed through the
thirteen year-old sending his mind into a slutty trance.

Forrest watched Bradley's obedience and lust and it made him feel like a
god, feeding his need for dominance and control. Bradley's blue eyes
were as wide as saucers and hadn't blinked or moved from Forrest's
crotch since the seventeen year-old stud had commanded the boy fag to
kneel.

Forrest's own cock began to swell as he embraced the power he held over
his kid brother. He began to rub his bulge over his towel, delighting in
Bradley's slutty reaction. Bradley's cock was fully hard and oozing
precum and the younger boy was licking his lips like he was in a candy
shop with a full wallet and empty stomach.

"Do you want this?" Forrest asked Bradley as he grabbed his bulge and
squeezed.

"Yes, sir, oh please sir IwantitsobadlysirIneedit." The words spilled
from Bradley's mouth so quickly he barely had time to pronounce them and
he worried that maybe Forrest didn't hear because for a long time there
just silence.

Bradley's heart slammed against his chest like an animal trying to
escape its cage. His stomach was turning in knots and the only thing
Bradley could think about was how close he was to his older brother's
cock and how much he wanted to suck the warm teen pole into his throat.

"Can I have your cock please sir?" Bradley cooed shyly when Forrest
still hadn't responded.

"How badly do you want it?" Forrest asked grinning and stroking his
bulge.

Bradley was confused by the question. Didn't Forrest see how badly I
want it? I'm on my knees in front of him naked begging for it. Bradley
wanted to cry almost. It felt like Forrest had his favorite toy and
wasn't sharing it with him.

"I want it so badly sir. I-I'll do anything sir, whatever you want."
Bradley regretted saying the words as he heard them come out of his mouth
but he also wanted to taste his brother's cock so badly he realized it
was true: I'd do anything. I'd kill myself for Forrest's cock.

"Show me what you were doing in your bedroom then," Forrest said.
Whatever rage he had felt at his little fag brother's perviness was now
fully replaced by the turn-on of dominance and power. I'm gonna make
this boy my fuck slave. I'm gonna practice on my little faggot brother
everything I've ever seen in every fucked porno I've ever watched.

Bradley saw a dark energy sparkle behind Forrest's eyes and he was
scared and turned on by it. He wants me to jerk off in front of him? He
wants me to finger myself in front of him? Bradley slowly moved from
being perched on his knees to sitting on his butt, to on laying his back,
as he watched Forrest's eyes grow bigger and greedier and hungrier.

Bradley lifted his right leg into the air and pulled it towards him and
over the left side of his body so that the pale half-moon cheeks of his
butt would split apart apart and his older brother could see his tender
boy pussy. Bradley's left hand held his knee while he sucked on the
fingers of his right hand, making sure they were nice and sloppy wet for
his sensitive ring.

Forrest began stroking his bulge harder as he watched his little brother
spread his cheeks and reveal a pale pink hole, raw from the boy's
previous finger fucking just minutes before. Forrest bit his lip as he
imagined what it would feel like to bury his cock inside Bradley's soft
pink flesh. His dick hardened as he imagined impaling the boy upon it. It
was seven inches and still growing.

Bradley noticed Forrest's bulging and so he took his fingers out of his
mouth and pushed one inside of himself. There were many moments in the
past five minutes in which Bradley could've escaped or resisted or
denied what was happening, who he was. There's no turning back now. I'm
not just a faggot--I want to be faggot. I want to be my brother's faggot
fuck slave.

Bradley began stroking his cock with a whole new purpose now that he had
embraced his natural role in the order of the world. I'm just a slut. A
hole to be used. Bradley began moaning and slipped another finger into
his hungry fuck hole. He was close to cumming already. This is where I
belong. On the floor, in front of my master, serving him and making him
happy.

Bradley was shocked at how good it felt to make his older brother so
horny. Bradley felt oddly proud of his slender body and how Forrest was
reacting to him showing it off. His fingers had found that spot in his
gooey insides that if he fucked it would glow bright and make his little
body shudder and Bradley started swishing his fingers madly around his
bottom searching for that pleasure switch.

"Stop that!" Forrest yelled. He realized he shouldn't have asked
Bradley to jerk off because he should've known the boy would cum as soon
as he touched his sensitive boy cock.

But Bradley wasn't listening. He was lost in his pubescent boy lust.

Forrest ripped the towel off of his waist, spun it into a rattail, and
snapped Bradley's bubble butt with it, leaving a long throbbing red bump
on the younger boy's otherwise perfectly white smooth butt.

The towel's snap echoed in Bradley's ears as a sharp pain shot through
his ass and burned its way across Bradley's body and up his spine. He
let go of his cock just before he could cum and slipped his fingers from
his wet hole and grabbed his hurt little butt with both hands. Bradley
writhed on the ground whimpering from the wound that Forrest's towel had
given him.

"Never cum without my permission!" Forrest yelled, kicking Bradley in
the stomach as the boy wiggled pathetically.

Bradley's hands shot from his burning butt to cover up the exposed
stomach Forrest had just kicked. Why did he kick me? Why is he mad? I
only did what he wanted? Will he kick me out now? Did I disappoint him?
Bradley thought to himself, confused.

Bradley doubled over, clutching his hurt stomach with one arm, and
covering his burning ass with other. Bradley felt horrible disappointing
his brother. He had just been living his deepest darkest fantasy and was
it now all over? What did I do? Bradley wondered to himself.

Bradley rolled on his back, exposing his flat stomach to his older
brother like a puppy submitting to the pack's alpha. A flustered look
washed over Bradley's cute face and his cheeks blushed bright pink with
embarrassment as the boy's mind came back from the slut trance he had
been wallowing in.

Forrest stood over his younger brother and used his foot to push
Bradley's face flat against the ground. Bradley's bright red lips
quivered as his blue eyes watered and his body trembled underneath the
older boy's muscled body.

"Did I tell you to stop fingering yourself queer?" Forrest asked. "I
just don't want you to cum too soon slave. Start fucking yourself again.
Now!"

Bradley eagerly shoved his fingers into his hole again, thrusting them in
and out wantonly as he stared up at his brother's toned body. Forrest
was fully naked now and Bradley had never felt smaller in his life.
Forrest towered over the thirteen year-old, his balls swinging like a
pair of church bells underneath the stud's cock.

Bradley was mesmerized by his brother's commanding presence. He felt
like he was standing in front of a mountain. Small. Like the only worth
he had was as an object to be used for his older brother's enjoyment.

He pushed his fingers deeper inside of his guts and fished around for his
feel-good spot. Once he found it, Bradley fucked his two fingers in and
out, building up a rhythm as his small tongue flicked in and out of his
pink lips. Bradley moaned in pleasure as warm glows spread from his boy
pussy and across his teen body.

He strained his eyes to make contact with his older brother and moaned
even louder as he fucked his fingers in and out of his guts even faster.
Bradley wanted Forrest to know how good of slut he could be, how well he
could obey, how happy he could make Forrest--how happy Forrest made him.

"Get back on your knees," Forrest commanded, lifting his foot from the
faggot's face. His tone was harsh and serious and Bradley quickly pulled
his fingers from his pussy to obey.

As soon as he did, though, the young boy felt empty. He looked at Forrest
and sucked in his lower lip. Bradley didn't need to say anything.
Everything about the young teen's body screamed submission and cock
lust. Please sir. Please let me get back to fucking myself. I need to
feel that good again sir. They boy thought to himself in a deluded state
of devotion.

"Turn around," Forrest commanded again.

Bradley's heart thumped against his chest like an animal trying to free
itself from a cage. His little cock throbbed red as blood rushed into it
and glistened as it leaked precum. Bradley's mind raced with eager
anticipation.

OhmygodForrestisgoingtofuckmewithhishugecockohmygodohmygodohmygodisthisreallyhap
peningohmygodpleaseForrestfuckme. Bradley's mind raced as neurons and
synapses in the thirteen year-old's small minds exploded and fired and
sent electric jolts into the young boy's guts, filling the masturbating
kid with warm ecstasy and satisfaction.

Forrest noticed that Bradley's back and shoulders were shaking. Concern
spread across the older brother's face as he realized Bradley was
breathing so quickly Forrest worried he might pass out. For a moment, he
thought about letting the boy fall unconscious. A wicked grin formed on
the seventeen year-old's face. I've always wanted to fuck a passed out
slut. It would probably be easier for Bradley too. He wouldn't have to
feel it going in. I could just pump a load into him and carry him back to
his bed. Maybe he won't even remember this happened. Then I can catch
him jerking his tiny little pencil dick again. That could be fun.

Instead Forrest knelt down and leaned over into Bradley's ear and
whispered, "You're a good boy. Now put your chest on the ground and
your face to the side ... yes just like that. You're such a good little
slut. Now: just breathe." Forrest handled Bradley's body and head
firmly but softly as Bradley did what he was told obediently and
silently.

Bradley focused on his breathing like his brother told him. He didn't
realize how nervous he was until he felt his older brother's calm and
steady body against his. Bradley felt more comfortable underneath the
older teen's confident strength and guidance. Whatever fear he had
walking down the hallway and entering Forrest's room was gone now. Now,
here, he felt safe.

Forrest's own heart began beating faster as he noticed the effect his
dominance was having on his younger brother. He barely had to touch the
boy and Bradley did exactly what he wanted. He stood up to examine the
position he put Bradley in so far.

The thirteen year-old's pale ale ass was arched in the air, the red welt
from the towel glowing bright. The boy's chest lay flat on the floor and
Bradley's head was turned to the side, his face twisting uncomfortably
looking at his master for further guidance.

Forrest made him wait. He paced around the boy, studying his little
brother's body in a way he never had before. Now the boy was his
property. His fuck slave. Forrest couldn't think of Bradley as his
younger brother, he had to think of him as a sex doll. Fuck that's so
fucking hot.

Forrest began studying Bradley's feet. The boy's little toes wiggled
against the soft carpet in anticipation. Bradley's slender legs tucked
underneath his slender hips and little globe of a butt. Forrest reached
out and stroked his younger brother's milky smooth skin. It felt cold
and trembled underneath his warm touch. Forrest listened to Bradley's
breathing pick up, this time not anxiously but instead these were deep
breathes of passion.

Forrest felt his little brother's supple skin tremble as he touched it
and he started stroking his own eight-inch throbbing cock as the younger
boy cooed and inched his body to be closer to his older brother's
warmth.

Forrest lifted his hand from his younger brother's small thigh and
spanked Bradley hard on his little globe butt, hitting the exact spot the
towel had turned into pulsing red welt.

Bradley yelped in pain. He shot up and grabbed his butt and looked at
Forrest with a look of confusion and deep betrayal right before Forrest
grabbed his neck and forced him back down onto the ground.

"What do you think you're doing?" Forrest teased as he pinned
Bradley's head down with the sole of his foot.

ohmyfuckinggodthankyouForrest. Bradley's mind whizzed and blurred with
lust. Bradley's ass was on fire and the burn was radiating through his
back and legs and his body shook and felt empty again as Bradley wished
Forrest would fuck him already because then his boy pussy's feel-god
spot would glow and throb and maybe overcome the pain that was thrashing
outwards from his little globe butt.

Putting more weight on the foot holding Bradley's sweet innocent face
onto the ground, Forrest grabbed Bradley's wrists, first the left and
then the right. Forrest gripped both in one strong hand as he raised the
other and swiftly brought onto his little brother's formerly pale white
but now bright pink bubble butt with a sharp smack! and watched the boy
squirm.

Bradley yelped again and tried to raise up and grab his butt to stop the
pain but oh my god, I never knew Forrest was this strong, Bradley
thought. Bradley's body shook and trembled as Forrest kneeled across the
boy's back and putting even more force on the boy's moaning face with
his foot.

All Bradley could see was tan flesh as Forrest's foot smashed his face
into the thankfully soft carpet.

All he could smell was the faint, sour musk emanating off the older
teen's freshly showered foot.

Bradley took a deep breath so he could smell more of his master's foot.
 He wondered what Forrest's feet would smell like after a long game. He
tried to focus on imagining burying his face into Forrest's soccer socks
to distract him from the thrashing his older brother was currently giving
his upraised ass.

Another smack came down and Bradley's tongue shot out of his mouth and
began licking his master's foot. This hurts too much, the boy feared to
himself. Bradley squirmed his face so he could suck on the side of
Forrest's foot. This hurts too much but it's exactly what I've been
imagining and yet it hurts more than I thought it would. Bradley felt
empty once again, but this time it was a void sucking away all the joy he
was getting from being naked and humiliated and controlled by his jock
older brother. Oh please just fuck me Forrest. I need to be filled.

"Damn you really need this huh slut?" Forrest asked amused already
knowing the answer.

Bradley winced and his heart sank a bit as he realized he said that out
loud. I wonder what else he's heard? Bradley wondered nervously. But he
responded dutifully, "yes please sir. Please fuck me sir!" Bradley's
tone picked up eagerly as a warm blanket of submission covered him and
gave him confidence. Bradley even wiggled his butt so his master could
see how eager and ready he was.

Forrest smiled. Girls have acted this way before. Well, maybe not this
slutty ... but girls always think they're ready and then complain once I
put it in. Forrest's cock had grown with each spank he gave Bradley and
at seven inches it still wasn't quite its full hardness. But this is
actually better. It'll be softer. Easier for Bradley is easier for me.
Forrest bent down and shoved a finger into Bradley's foot-sucking mouth
and swirled it around while the boy moaned and got it wet before sliding
it into his little brother's pink winking hole.

Forrest swirled his finger around like he had watched Bradley do until he
found the angle that made the thirteen year-old moan and gasp and shake
with wanton lust and then he fucked his finger in and out until
Bradley's pussy's pulsations forced the boy to squirm his way from
under the strong teen's grasp and away from the invading finger.

Bradley took one second to collect himself. He breathed deep, looked
pleadingly and apologetically back at his older brother, his god-like
master who had just made him feel so good he wanted to die and never feel
anything else ever again and Bradley got back on his knees, bent over as
flat as he could while keeping his beaming bubble butt raised high in the
air for his older brother to fuck, and begged Forrest for to feed him
cock.

Forrest gripped his shaft and spit on Bradley's back just above where
the globe of his butt split into two soft and bouncy domes. He used his
slick spongy head to spread the makeshift lube across the begging boy's
hole. Forrest watched Bradley carefully as he fucked just the crack of
his younger brother, waiting to see if the thirteen year-old would beg to
be split into two before he actually impaled the kid.

"Please, sir?" Bradley reached his hands back to spread his cheeks
apart and how his older brother how willing he was to take the teenagers
thick manhood inside of his warm boy pussy.

Forrest looked at how his younger brother begging him to be fucked and
was surprised by how proud he was of his slutty little brother. It was
the first time he could remember being proud of Bradley. Funny, I never
thought I could be proud of him, but here he is so eager and willing.
He's overcome so much fear and pain because he wants to make me feel
good. I should do something for him, to thank him.

For the first time in Forrest's life, the teenager realized, he was
thinking of someone else.

"This is going to really hurt at first and you're going to beg me to
stop," Forrest warned as he leaned over his little brother and began
rubbing the head of his manhood, purple and engorged with blood, over the
length of Bradley's smooth hairless crack, spreading the boy's soft
cheeks slowly apart with his thickness. "But once I'm inside you, I
won't be able to stop Bradley. So if you don't want to do this, tell me
now."

This was more mercy than Forrest had shown any girl before. But he knew
Bradley wasn't going to turn his older brother down. The young boy was
cock crazy and Forrest knew he would jumped in front of a semi-truck for
if he thought his splattered corpse would make his master happy for just
moment.

Bradley could barely keep himself in the moment. His older brother's
slick cock was sliding in between his young cheeks, spreading them and
rubbing against the opening of his pink boy hole. Bradley had never
wanted anything more in his life and it was scaring him that it was about
to happen. I am going to be fucked by Forrest.
ohmygodthisisrealheisgoingtofuckme.

"Fuck me Forrest," Bradley sighed forgetting to call his older brother
by his proper title, not caring if the older teenager killed him with his
glorious fuck stick. I just want to feel him inside me. I want him to
make me moan.

It was time. Forrest couldn't wait anymore. He gripped Bradley's wrists
even harder because he knew his younger brother was going to try and get
away from his cock.

Bradley felt Forrest's grip tighten and braced himself for whatever
being fucked felt like. He felt the soft tip of his brother's cock push
against his hole and he breathed in and pushed out hoping his hole would
open a bit and just let his brother's dick in so that he could be filled
and feel those warm glows throb through his body again.

Forrest looked down as he spit on his cock more and more again and pushed
it into his little brother's already stretched tight pussy hole. He got
about two inches inside before Bradley began making noises and bending
his back to get away from the older boy's invading fuck pole. Forrest
lifted the hand that was holding Bradley's wrists and, squeezing hard so
the boy's hands didn't slip free, he slammed it down onto the small of
little boy's back so he had a better angle for fucking the squirming
child.

Forrest's rage was returning and he no longer cared about not hurting
his younger brother. I need to fuck this faggot slut's hole. I need to
fuck it open. He wants my dick? Imma give it to him.

Forrest was getting angrier with each inch his cock sank into Bradley's
warm sucking flesh hole. The more the boy tried to resist his older
brother's invasion, the harder Forrest pushed. His dick was far enough
into the boy's ass that he didn't need to hold it anymore so he used
his newly-freed hand to grab Bradley's soft curly blonde hair and twist
it just like he did with girls when he wanted to control them.

Forrest's cock was stretching Bradley's hole so far and invading the
boy's guts so deep that Bradley could barely breathe. He gritted his
teeth and tried to ask Forrest to slowdownnotsofar but the boy couldn't
get any words out. And when Bradley felt his hair being pulled he craned
his neck back to relieve the pressure but that just made it harder to
breathe or move.

Bradley's stomach churned and the young, inexperienced boy panicked as he
still couldn't breathe. Bradley tried to get up, to wrestle his arms
free, to push his powerful older brother off of him, but the skinny
thirteen year-old couldn't. Bradley felt powerless. He felt like Forrest
was turning his guts inside out, like his hips would break apart and he'd
never walk again.

Bradley choked on his cries for mercy and remembered the warning Forrest
had given him and how stupidly he ignored it like the dumb slut he was. I
can't do this. I-I can't ... it hurts. I-it it it hurts too mu-much.
Bradley couldn't even think over the pain of the seventeen year-old's
invasion of his insides. He didn't want to let his older brother down
but he couldn't take the pain.

Still Forrest had buried only maybe five inches of his meat into his
younger brother. The six-foot-five lean-muscled god-teen chewed on his
lower lip and leaned his body over his younger brother so his weight
would overpower the boy as he thrusted the last few inches of his hard
teen cock into the little squirming kid.

A sharp pain shot across Bradley's body as his hole stretched what felt
like three inches in an instant and his knees shot out from underneath
him so Bradley was spread across the floor with his older brother's
entire weight on top of him and his brother's entire length and girth
inside of him.

The sharp pain was swallowed up by a dull throbbing as his older
brother's cock rearranged Bradley's guts to fit its enormous girth.
Bradley moaned and choked on his breath as the pain of his brother's
cock overwhelmed every one of his other senses. Pain and panic
electrified Bradley's little body and fried his mind as, for the first
time that morning, the young boy's cock shrank and the thirteen year-old
began regretting his choices.

Bradley could tell Forrest hadn't lied to him. Forrest truly didn't
care about the kid anymore. He was going to fuck Bradley and there was
nothing the thirteen year-old was going to be able to do about it but
suffer through it. I can do it. I've seen it on pornos, they take dicks
bigger than Forrest's all the time. I can do this. I can do it for
Forrest. He'll be so proud of me if I take him.

Bradley bit his lip and grunted, determined to be good for the older teen
who was rutting into his guts like a wild dog.

Forrest let go of Bradley's hair and wrapped his arm his little
brother's slender neck and he began to pound the fag boy flat into the
ground. His thrusts got faster and longer, sucking the younger brother's
guts out when Forrest raised his hips, and smashing them back into the
boy's stomach when the seventeen year-old pounded back down.

The sound of Forrest's heavy balls slapping against Bradley's taint
turned the older boy on even more. Each clap was the sound of Thor's
hammer. Each one like victorious cannon fire.

Bradley's tortured hole began to relax and the boy was able to breathe
again. He started making sounds again, at first little squeaks and
squelches that were barely audible. But Bradley's moans grew louder and
louder as his brother turned his body inside out. The warm glow he got
from being finger-fucked had turned into a raging electric storm surging
through his body, its tentacles spreading like lightning through the
thirteen year-old's limbs and across his skin, lighting his brain on
fire.

Bradley eyes glazed over with dumb slutty boy lust as his love button was
pounded by his older brother. Oh my god! He's fucking me. I'm being
fucked. He's fucking inside of me with his and fuck it feels so good.
Thank you sir.

"Thank you sir," Bradley cooed over and over again as Forrest forced
his teen cock into the younger boy's pussy.

"That's right you fucking whore ... Fucking thank me ... That's what
you're supposed to do." Forrest started whispering into Bradley's ear
as he pounded. "Take that you fucking whore ... Fucking bitch ... Faggot
... Oh fuck yeah ... It feels so good ... So fucking tight ..."

Bradley was going crazy from the shame and excitement and humiliation and
electric joy he was feeling jolting through his body. Each dirty word his
brother called him made Bradley feel strangely comfortable. He was making
his master happy. "I want to be a good whore, sir. Please make me your
whore sir," the boy cried out with such incredible lust and devotion that
Bradley surprised himself by bucking his hips back to fuck himself deeper
on his brother's hot pulsing rod.

"You wanna be my whore huh?" Forrest wasn't surprised. This fucking
faggot has done everything I've made him do without question or
resistance. Fuck I could make so much money of him. I bet he'd fuck
anyone I asked him too. Forrest's mind was getting darker as he got
closer to filling his younger brother with his cum.

Bradley couldn't answer as Forrest began pumping his teen meat stick
even harder into the kid's soft innards. He just moaned and drooled and
let his mind go into blank submission as he embraced being the dumb bimbo
slut he knew he was always meant to be.

"You wanna be a whore, bitch?" Forrest continued, getting off on
degrading and humiliating his little squealing brother. "You wanna fuck
my friends? You wanna suck them off while I fuck you, huh?" Forrest's
eyes grew wider as he imagined running a train on Bradley with his
baseball team. I've always wanted to gang bang some slut into the ground
with my boys. Turn her into some sloppy cum-filled slut crying and
begging us to stop.

Forrest knew he was getting close to cumming. His thoughts always got
violent and sinister when he was about to shoot. He fucked Bradley
harder, pulling his eight inches all the way out of the boy and then
jackhammering it back in. Forrest watched with an angry glint in his eyes
as the boy's hole shrunk down and stretched out with each of his thrusts
in and out of the quivering boy's sloppy pink hole.

Bradley wondered if this is what drugs felt like. His head was swimming
in a cloud of pain and submission and happiness and humiliation. My older
brother's cock is inside of me and he's going to cum soon. Bradley's
cock squirmed underneath him as the weight of his brother and the motion
of Forrest's fucking drove it into the soft carpet again and again and
again. Bradley felt his body filling up like he was on a long road trip
to Disneyworld and he had to pee real bad. Oh no this is bad. I don't
feel like I'm going to pee. I am going to pee!

"F-Forrest," Bradley tried to sputter out in between the older boys
raging thrusts. "Puh-please s-stop ... I need to pee. P-please sir. I'm
going to pee!" The boy squealed powerlessly.

Forrest couldn't hear his little brother over the sound of his own mind
raging with lust and fury. He could only see red and think of splitting
my little fag brother open and watching every one of my teammates rape
the boy's holes and cum on the little fag bitch. Fucking slut. Fuck this
slut.

Forrest wasn't even thinking in sentences and, so, Bradley was helpless.
He couldn't hold it anymore. He tried to let go but no pee came out.
Bradley felt like his bladder was full and about to burst like a balloon
but something was keeping his pee from coming out.

Oh fuck please I need to pee so bad please just let me pee oh my god, the
boy thought to himself in a panic. Bradley's moans turned into begging
sobs as he tried desperately to pee while his raging animal of an older
brother fucked his insides out. Bradley's brain was on fire and his tiny
cock burned as he tried to push out to piss but still nothing happened.
Bradley moaned in frustration as the urge turned into panic because he
thought he might actually be about explode or tear something but Forrest
kept mindlessly fucking the young boy and Bradley yelled again for his
bestial older brother to stop rutting inside of him because he needed to
pee desperately but the seventeen year-old couldn't hear anything above
the sound of his own primal grunting as the only thoughts rushing through
the alpha teen's mind was pure destruction: Destroy something beautiful.

And then Bradley felt the most glorious sharp white relief as his tiny
red cock jerked between his smooth flat stomach and the soft plush carpet
and drooled out a long glob of clear boy cum. What the fuck? I'm not
peeing? Oh my god I'm cumming and itfeelssogoodohgodForrestplease.

Bradley's entire body shuddered around his older brother's hard cock.
Electric shocks and glows traveled across the thirteen year-olds body
enveloping him in a blanket of warm vibrating ecstasy. With each of his
older brother's deep thrusts, Bradley's body spasmed, more clear boy
juice leaked out of his four-inch slick red cock, and Bradley's body
fell weaker. His mind retreated into a dark hole where he couldn't see
or hear or barely feel anything around him. All he sensed was release as
he let go of control of his body and mind and submitted completely to his
older brother's savage fucking.

Forrest's little brother's hole clamped down on the base of the
seventeen year-old's cock so hard it woke the teenager out of his
barbaric lust. Forrest howled furiously as he felt the boy's insides
excitedly churn around his engorged cock as the boy's pussy orgasmed.
Then Bradley's slim body went limp underneath Forrest's crushing weight
and thrusts. The faggot just came. This fucking faggot just came.

Forrest was proud of himself for fucking the kid into oblivion so quickly
and thoroughly but he was also a little mad that Bradley spilled his
nasty queer juice on his carpet. I should've planned for this, the older
boy thought to himself somewhat disappointedly. Oh, well, next time. But
first, let me show this bitch how a man cums.

Careful to keep his cock buried inside his younger brother's warm gooshy
guts, Forrest picked the boy's limp body up and bent it over his bed so
the boy could rest a bit on the mattress. Forrest let go of Bradley's
wrists and watched, satisfied, as they lay like wet noodles at the boy's
sides. He grabbed a fistful of Bradley's soft blonde hair that Forrest
noticed not only looked like a girl's but smelled like one's too and
twisted so that Bradley's head turned around and then the older boy spit
into the dumb slut's open mouth and kissed the delirious slut, knowing
his dumb blonde baby brother was too far gone his orgasmic pussy trance
to remember his older brother's moment of tenderness.

Bradley was so tired he was limp. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his
pale white skin. Bradley's dick was soft again and flailed around in the
air, slapping against belly and bouncing off his hairless balls as
Forrest lifted him and turned his body around while keeping it impaled on
the seventeen year-old's upright shaft so easily the thirteen year-old
may as well have been an inflatable fuck doll.

Forrest laid his younger brother gently on his bed and put a pillow under
the small of the boy's back because he knew the angle would make it more
pleasurable for the soon to be whimpering and shaking boy slut.

Forrest hovered over his little brother, slowly pulling his long teen
cock, its veins gorged and bulging with rushing blood, out of his
quivering little brother and folded the slender boy in half, pushing
Bradley's knees over the boy's sweaty blonde head, lifting up the boy's
gaping hole, and proudly watched the slutty wound suck at the air as his
lusty younger brother waited eagerly to be filled once again with
Forrest's hard pole.

Forrest entered his younger brother all at once, feeling the boy's warm
gooey guts swish around his thick eight-inch rod and watching the boy's
bright blue eyes shoot open and his moan turn into a soft coo, turn into
a whimper, which finally was chocked out of the little boy's small lungs
as Forrest focused his more than two hundred pounds of lean teen muscle
on his thrusting cock and let the weight sink his raging teen fuckpole
deep into his little brother's guts.

Bradley was woken up from his slutty trance by an explosion of warm
electric jolts running like lightning through his veins and across his
young teen body. Bradley watched his small toes wiggle up by his older
brother's sweaty face and wished his seventeen year-old master would
open his dark brown eyes so Forrest could see how much he worshipped his
older brother.

Forrest had sunk his warm flesh stick so deep into Bradley's folded body
that he had driven every emotion and feeling but shuddering pleasure and
slavish devotion from the thirteen year-old.

"I love you sir," Bradley cooed meekly, unable to control himself. He
wanted his master older brother to know how devoted he was to pleasing
the alpha stud. Bradley tried to push his stomach in and out with what
little energy his small body could muster, hoping the motion would
massage the teenager's huge cock that was rutting inside of him.

Bradley's cock had softened and the boy knew his sore little balls were
all spent. But inside his guts, Bradley still felt like a bitch dog in
heat. He needed to be bred. He needed to feel his older brother coat his
insides with powerful alpha seed. It was primal urge Bradley was
realizing he felt on a deep evolutionary level. This is the most
comfortable I've ever felt. I belong here, underneath Forrest, to be
used at his pleasure.

Forrest didn't hear the boy's soft romantic coo of brotherly affection
because right then he took a deep breath and, gripping underneath his
little brother's small trembling knees and squeezing--driving the boy's
slender legs into the mattress with the strength of a charging
bull--Forrest grunted, releasing a low bellow that grew into a lion's
roar as the high school senior pounded his hips again and again into his
flailing thirteen year-old brother.

Forrest opened his eyes and focused on his little brother's sweaty
squirming face as his eight-inch cock shot thick wads of hot cum into the
boy's soft swishing guts.

Bradley couldn't breathe because his hunky older brother's assault had
forced all the air from his lungs. The boy gasped and tried to focus on
his brother breeding his his hungry insides, filling him with his beloved
brother's creamy essence. Bradley felt so happy and proud to have earned
his brother's love that he worked up the energy to wrap his arms around
Forrest's tan, thick neck muscles and pull himself closer to the
seventeen year-old's slick and hot heaving body.

The thirteen year-old felt small and safe, vulnerable but protected as he
felt Forrest empty into him. I just want to be here forever. I want to
fall asleep right here with Forrest's cock buried inside of me and I
never want him to leave me pleasedon'tleavemeForrestIneedyouinsideme.

Forrest's mind was still dark and pulsing with blood and lust and love
and desire. His cock was still hard and spasming and super-sensitive so
he slowly pulled his length out and let Bradley slither weakly to the
ground, cradling the boy's face as he fell so that the slut's slavish
smile was facing the dominating teenager's swollen member.

Forrest's cock was purple it was so swollen with blood and in his fist
it looked like a shotgun pointed at Bradley's head, ready to blow the
boy's skull apart in an explosion of blood and brain and bone and cum.

Forrest smacked Bradley and the boy's innocent blue eyes shot open and
watered as he looked up at his master in delirious lustful submission.
Forrest spat on his little brother's face, spreading the saliva around
the boy's pathetic cute little cheeks with his throbbing cock. As
Forrest tenderly stroked the shaft of his veiny meatstick, the seventeen
year-old's wild brown eyes shimmered dangerously like a serial killer
savoring the moment right before slashing his victim's exposed throat.

Forrest twisted the boy's hair hard and Bradley opened his mouth in pain
and Forrest quickly shoved the purple head of eight-inch fuck stick into
the thirteen year old's warm red mouth. Bradley's moans couldn't
escape from around his older brother's massive cock so the boy's sounds
just massaged Forrest's slick tool and the seventeen year-old moaned in
gratitude for his whore little brother.

Bradley explored the veins of his older brother's hot pulsing meat with
his tongue while he tried to enjoy the sweet and salty and bitter taste
of his own ass juices mixing with Forrest's oozing cum. Bradley was
thankful that Forrest had grabbed his hair to control him because it kept
him from pulling away. I'm so tired. It felt so good, Forrest's dick
fucking me but I'm so tired now. I want to sleep. And this does not
taste good.

Bradley gagged and threw up cum and fuck juices and spit.

Forrest relaxed his grip on the choking and sputtering boy's tangly
blonde head but Bradley went dutifully right back to worshipping his
brother's flesh stick.

Forrest was getting off on how slutty his little brother looked with his
curly blonde hair all sweaty and tussled and his mouth full of cock.
Bradley's eyes were glazed over in boy lust as spit and cum and ass
juices dripped out the sides of his thin sucking mouth, slicking his red
lips and making them glow like a whore's lipstick. And, fuck, the boy's
moans! He sounds like such a happy little slut ... fuck he really enjoys
getting treated like this the fag. Not for the first time that morning,
Forrest was proud of how eager and willing of a slut his pretty younger
brother was turning out to be.

Forrest pulled his wet cock from Bradley's sucking mouth, wiping cock
slime on Bradley's face before stuffing both of his bull-sized balls
into the boy's begging mouth. This is my favorite, some slut sucking on
my nuts while I jerk off. Fuck I'm going to nut again. All over this
bitch's face and take a picture of it and show it to the team. Fuck.
Bradley's gonna look so fucking hot with my cum on his fucking face, yes
fuck that fucking slut I'm going to cum on his fucking FACE!

Bradley realized as soon as his older brother marched him naked down the
hallway maybe fifteen minutes ago that he was no longer going to be in
control of his own body, but only now was the thirteen year-old beginning
to realize what that meant.

Forrest was fucking the boy's warm wet mouth open and calling Bradley all
kinds of mean things and Bradley was confused because he didn't like
that he loved being degraded. He was ashamed and excited and nervous and
also just trying to focus on what was happening to him right now. My face
is buried in my master's crotch. My older brother's balls are in my
mouth and he's going to cum on me. I'm going to get to taste him and
show him what a good slut I am. He's going to be so proud of me when I
eat all his cum. I can do it. It doesn't taste that bad. I can do it for
Forrest.

Forrest pulled his balls out of Bradley's mouth with a pop and then
shouted. "I'm going to cum on your fucking face you fucking slut!"

Bradley stared at his older brother's swollen purple cock and the little
boy's blue eyes went white with shock like that engorged head was going
to be the last thing he would ever see.

His brother's hands were a blur as they stroked the massive tool
furiously. Bradley saw the slit open and his brother's balls pull up and
then felt a warm shot of thick cum slam into his face. He instinctively
closed his eyes and flinched but Forrest's hand was gripping his tangled
golden blonde hair and kept him facing away as another shot of steaming
hot teen cum coated his right eye, filling the entire socket with creamy
cock spurt.

"Fuck yeah ... Fucking faggot ... Take that ... Stupid bitch ... Fucking
slut." Each shot of Forrest's thick ropey cum came out with an insult.
Bradley opened and closed his mouth like a fish because he wanted to
taste his brother and swallow him but also he wanted to be covered in his
brother's cum. I want Forrest to see my face covered with his seed so he
knows how good of a slut I am and how much I love him.

Forrest had never cum so much in his life. Stroke after stroke sent a
violent spasm across his body as his brain burned with fever and rage and
when he was finally done he looked down at his fag little brother and
Forrest was proud of how much creamy jizz was dripping down the kid's
cheeks, slathered on his forehead, and mixed in his curly blonde hair.

Bradley looked up at Forrest with only one of his cute blue eyes because
the other would be swimming in a pool of the older teen's cum if the boy
opened it. But the sweaty, used thirteen year-old's open one was fixed
on Forrest in complete obedience.

Bradley opened his mouth to show his master how much cum he had caught in
his mouth before he swallowed it. Forrest smiled as he watched Bradley's
small tongue swish the creamy load around. Forrest was so proud of his
slutty brother. If I'm going to have a fag for a brother, at least he's
a good fuck and pretty hot actually. I wonder how he'd look dressed as a
girl? I bet you could barely tell ....

Bradley was a limp wreck with his stretched ass hole leaking fuck slime
and cum on the carpet next to the young boy's own spilled love juice.
Forrest was disgusted at how messy he let his little brother be. That
needs to be trained out of him. I should be setting a better example ofr
my little brother, Forrest joked to himself. So Forrest forrest grabbed
the semi-conscious boy's cum-stained blonde hair and pushed his nose
into the carpet like a puppy.

"Hey faggot! This mess better be cleaned up by the time I get home from
school or I'll beat you bloody and you'll never get to taste my dick
again."

"Yes sir," Bradley sputtered out quickly. Forrest can count on me. I
won't let him down. I'll clean his room and do his laundry and do
everything he asks me to. Bradley's body was still pulsing from his
orgasm that he could barely think. I just need to say "Yes sir" to
whatever he says.

Bradley collected himself mentally and watched Forrest get dressed for
school while his used body recovered physically. After dressing, Forrest
took one last look at his pathetic fag brother and snorted before turning
out the door.

(Author's Note: I have Chapters Two and Three written. I have a lot of
ideas for Bradley, and would love to hear more thoughts!)