447 Kyle's Submission

Kyle Submits to his baby Brother
Part 1 of 5

“WOW. What a rush; you’re the best.” Mindi gasped in the aftermath of another powerful climax. “Please, Kyle, Stop. Give me a break,” she pleaded to the amused-looking blue eyes of Lance Corporal Kyle Henderson, who had been fucking her for hours. His narrow waist relentlessly moved his 9-inch dick in her pussy like a well-oiled piston in a cylinder.

Kyle’s muscle-packed body was glistening with sweat. The Marine was wearing a cocksure grin over his red, sweaty face. He loved women and would show off by holding them every which way, including upside down! Kyle was 6’1” and a solid 230 pounds of beefy muscle, which attached hit girlfriends, especially Mnidi. Blonde Mindi was demanding a lot of the 23-year-old hunk’s special talents, and as he was only home from the base for a weekend, he had to give her quite a show to keep her memory awake while he was on duty.

“No chance, babe, I still want to cum,” Kyle increased his pumping and clenched his flawless white teeth while approaching his climax… again, Mindi gulped in disbelief. Her friend had already creamed three times, and her breasts and belly were sticky from his cum. “Yeah. Fuck.” Here it COMES! Uuuuh, uuhh, UUUHHH!" Kyle collapsed on top of her, kissing her gasping mouth.

The two lovers didn’t know that Kyle’s teen brother Timmy eagerly watched their “show.” Unknown to Kyle, Timmy had installed a tiny wireless video camera with an audio pick-up in his brother’s room. Neither the sturdy older brother nor his sexy girlfriend suspected they were the stars in Timmy’s personal webcam sessions, which were uploaded to GayTies.com for all to see.

“Gee, you really saved yourself for me,” Mindi moaned, enjoying the sweet exhaustion after the hot lovemaking. I was afraid I would need to call on your little brother for help,” she teased him. “Huh, are you kidding? Baby bro can only dream about my joystick,” Kyle drawled. “That nerd will never have the endurance to play in my league. By the way, ready for another round?” He challenged her while burying his face between her thighs.

“Wait, hold on. I think Timmy is sweet. You got a cute little brother there, and he’s so innocent and adorable.”

“Are you shittin’ me? You don’t know him as I do. He is one fucking faggot troublemaker. He’s mischievous, lazy, mean, vulgar, and an overall asshole. He’s probably selling drugs to his schoolmates, if not sucking dick or taking it up the ass. He’s got you fool. L Be thankful that degenerate bitch is not here now.

Timmy was speechless. His brother’s arrogant, rude, and belittling remarks stung like a burning iron. OK, he was not well-built at all, being skinny, but he had more brains than his dumb, oversexed jock, big bro. That brainless hunk needed a lesson he would never forget. It’s not that this was the first time he heard this demeaning stuff from Kyle. It had been going on for a long time, years. But now he was degrading him to other people, people he knew and liked, such as Mindi. He had had enough. He vowed revenge.

It was a hot Friday afternoon in August when Timmy planned to put his revenge into place. Kyle had been at the base for two consecutive months and would be horny as hell. Coming home, he would usually shower and then pick up Mindi for an evening of hot and raunchy sex. This time, Timmy had other plans.

When Kyle drove the heavy motorbike inside the garage, Timmy was leaning against the backdoor. He grinned at the older hunk brother as he took his helmet off and walked towards him. “Howdy, Timmy,” Kyle said, “everything all right?” Timmy’s eyes admired his brother’s look, especially now, when he was dressed in his Marine camouflage pants, combat boots, and a black leather jacket.

“Well, OK, I’m fine. Only Dad told me to tell you he wants you to mow the lawn. You need to trim it right away! He doesn’t want the neighbors talking about our front yard being neglected, you know.”

“Shit!” Kyle was not very excited about that job but didn’t want to run into trouble with his old man. Anyway, as it was still early to see Mindi, who was still at work, he could mow the lawn.

“OK, no problem, I’ll do it.” Without entering the house, he peeled the jacket off his massive chest and displayed his impressive muscles. Timmy could only gasp when hit by a wave of male sweat and leather. He sneered and almost giggled when his brother pushed the heavy mower out to the front yard. The sun burned hot on his back while he kick-started the machine and began to move across the lawn.

Soon, his back and chest were covered with glistening sweat. It was definitely a hot summer day. He should have taken at least a beer or two before starting the job. Perfect. Timmy appeared with a jug of ice-cold beer. “Wow, this comes at the right time,” Kyle gratefully took the jug and, ignoring the glass Timmy was offering, poured a large gulp down his throat. Timmy watched in fascination as two streams of beer dripped from the corners of his mouth, down on his bulging pecs, mingling with the sweat.

“That was good!” Kyle said with a smile. He didn’t realize it was spiked with their dad’s tranquilizers, which Timmy mixed in. “I’ll get you some more. It’s really hot,” Timmy rushed back inside the house.

Kyle finished the lawn half an hour later and joined his brother in the kitchen. He downed another beer while they were chatting. The sun’s relentless heat must have gotten to him as he felt drowsy and had difficulties following Timmy’s stories. “I guess I’ll hit the shower,” Kyle finally mumbled and staggered down the hall to his first-floor bedroom, not realizing he was woozy.

Timmy fetched a roll of heavy-duty duct tape, which he had bought for this special purpose, and followed the dizzy Marine. He staggered along the handrail and finally disappeared into his room. Timmy waited, and with no noise from the shower, he followed his brother to his bedroom.

Cautiously, he opened the door and glanced inside. With a smile, he noticed his brother lying on his bed. His muscular body was on his side, obviously passed out cold before he could get completely undressed. Timmy did not waste any time. Rolling the heavy body on his belly took quite an effort. He fetched the duct tape and bound the wrists of the slightly snoring hunk behind his back. A short moan escaped Kyle’s sensual lips, but there was still no sign he was coming to. The drug held him firmly under his control.

Timmy removed his brother’s heavy boots and sweaty, smelly socks. But before tossing them on the floor, he brought the socks to his face and inhaled deeply. FUCK! Time to roll him on his back. Another difficult feat. Then he crawled on top of his big bro and straddled the passed-out jock. He could not resist kissing his navel nested below the well-sculpted six-pack of the Marine’s abs. While his tongue was playing in the hollow, he tasted the salt of Kyle’s male sweat. The touch, however, must have triggered something in his brother’s nervous system, and he started slightly to stir.

Timmy moved quickly. His hands went to the belt, opened the fly of the camouflage trousers, and pulled them with a swift and determined motion down to the ankles. His eyes noticed that the muscular stud was wearing a black G-string thong holding in place an impressive set of heavy balls and a hefty, still-soft dick that would soon meet its match. Timmy figured Kyle wore the skimpy, sexy underwear in anticipation of his date with Mindi. Cute. Timmy stripped the pants from Kyle’s feet and fetched the duct tape. Another moan warned him that the man’s strong body was successfully fighting the effects of the drug. He had to secure his prey quickly. He placed a baseball bat between Kyle’s ankles and fixed them with multiple rings of duct tape to both ends, leaving the already stirring legs spread nearly three feet.

Then he undressed, straddled his big bro Marine, and waited for him to wake fully.

When Kyle came out of his “slumber,” he was shocked to see a naked Timmy kneeling over his face giving him a perfect view of his teen cock. It hit him with a second shock to realize he was in bondage. “YOU PERV.” He struggled, surprised that he was firmly bound. “Untie me… NOW!” His furious shout was silenced when Timmy stuffed a smelly sock into his mouth and jammed it in tightly.

“Ts, ts, ts. How rude! Is this the way to flirt with your 15-year-old love?” he asked in a sexy voice. “I will not do you any harm, big bro. Just let me love you, and I promise you will forget all these bitches who can never please you. How does my sexy body look to you?”

While he talked to Kyle, his fingers moved back across his bulging pecs and started to knead his nipples. Kyle was furious. Then Timmy used his tongue to explore his brother’s dick. Kyle’s anger was preventing him from feeling sexually stimulated. His abdominal muscles contracted as he wriggled to throw Timmy off and tried to get off the bed. With a roar, his body went up into a sitting position, throwing Timmy - completely surprised by his brute force - from the bed to the floor.

“Are you completely nuts!” The enraged hunk was hollering after using his tongue to dislodge the sock gag.

Timmy was trying to figure out how to ensure his captive remained on the bed. Only the tightly fixed ankles prevented him from getting up now. Kyle realized he had to lie back again and bend his knees to try to jerk his muscular body into a kneeling position.

This gave Timmy the time to recover and go back to bed, kneeling in front of the gasping stud, trembling from rage and the effort to free himself.

“Bro, don’t make it difficult on yourself. If you continue to fight me, I will milk you dry against your will until you admit that I am the best lay you ever had.” Saying this, he wrapped his arms around Kyle’s neck and covered his mouth with a hot kiss.

Kyle kept his mouth tightly sealed, not allowing his brother’s tongue to enter. When Timmy broke the kiss, Kyle growled, “You are definitely a pervert! I will never fuck you, and you will never see a drop of my cum. Stop this before you get hurt, and I will forget about your crazy, stupid stunt!”

“Don’t you find me a little bit attractive, stud? Why don’t you at least try it once?” I promise you won’t regret it.” Timmy continued to plead, trying to soften Kyle’s stare of disgust.

“You don’t get it! I would never touch your faggot body, even if we were trapped on a lonely island. Be reasonable. You’re my brother.”

“Maybe you’re just shy because I am not a girl,” Timmy replied boldly. “Let me help you to get turned on!” With that, he grasped the strings of the G-string Kyle was wearing at Mindi’s request and pulled it forward, jamming the back string into his brother’s ass crack. Before Kyle could speak up, Timmy pulled the tiny triangular front pouch up and to the side, causing one huge ball to drop out between his thighs. Then he pulled the pouch in the other direction, making the second ball plop to freedom on the other side.

“My God, Kyle, you do have big balls.” Immediately, Timmy started playing with those balls. He’s gently moving them around in their big loose ball sack. Timmy giggled as he squeezed the sack skin, pushing the balls around like ping-pong balls floating in a sack of oil. How fun. Kyle wanted to yell STOP, but the erotic feeling was overwhelming. He involuntarily rolled his eye up.

As Timmy was playing “chase the balls,” he continually watched this big Marine’s dick slowly stiffen and rises out of the top of the G-string pouch. It was like the flag raising at Iwo Jima. He avoided touching the mighty shaft. “Oh, wow, Mr. Marine, that’s amazing,” Timmy whispered in amazement. “Can I set it free? Is that OK with you, Kyle?” Of course, he was doing that as he spoke, not caring what his brother thought. He definitely felt he didn’t need permission from his bound-up jock bro. Timmy continued not touching Kyle’s 9-inch dick, as he simply pulled the front of the waistband “string” away from his belly and scooped it under those wonderful big balls. Now, Kyle’s balls and dick were free, with the massive dick towering straight toward the ceiling, bobbing.

“Hey,” Kyle shouted to protest, though he didn’t say it too loud or angrily.

“Oh, would you like me to fondle it? I mean… I can if you want me to. Just ask me, big bro,” Timmy teased.

What the fuck! OF COURSE! he wanted his dick fondled and pulled and jerked… by a girl, man, or even his brother, but SHIT! He was a Marine and a straight man. He can’t ask his baby, twink, nerdy little teen brother to play with his dick! That’s insane! But… on the other hand, he was an over-sexed stud after a month of no Mindi. He was torn. “NOOOO! STOP! Fuck you, faggot! Stop!” He tried to sound more upset than he was.

“OK, I won’t massage your dick. I won’t touch it at all.” Then Timmy pushed his full body on top of Kyles and, in one continuous movement, planted a kiss by locking his open mouth against Kyle’s open mouth, quickly inserting his tongue, invading big bro’s wet, juicy oral cavern.

“Mmmmnng. Nooo!” Kyle’s hands were tied tightly behind him, plus, he was lying on them. He had zero leverage to fight off Timmy. Kyle had to use his tongue to push Timmy’s tongue out of his mouth. But that did not stop Timmy’s assault. He simply used his tongue all over Kyle’s face and licked him all around his throat and neck while Kyle was writhing, twisting right and left, trying to avoid the tongue bath as much as possible.

“Kyle, darling, are you at home”!” Mindi’s voice came from outside the open bedroom window. BOTH BOYS WERE SHOCKED! The only thing between them and her was a thin, pulled-down shade. They froze at the unexpected interruption. Kyle was just about to call his girlfriend when Timmy covered his mouth with his hand and whispered in his ear. “You wouldn’t want her to find us in this situation, would you? A strong, muscle Marine like you roped, subdued, and held captured by his little 120-pound baby brother?” Then Timmy added, “Well, if you want her to come in, I’m OK with it.” And he uncovered Kyle’s mouth, daring him to speak up for help.

Kyle hesitated. Timmy had a point. Who would believe a Marine trained in martial arts, built like a Greek God, had been roped by a wimpy teenage nerd like a bull in a rodeo show? Mindi might believe he was into kinky gay sex, and she would be outraged to find him in bed with a boy, a child, let alone his own brother.

While he was feverishly thinking, Timmy’s tongue licked in his ear. “Good boy,” he was whispering while he moved down and started to suck on his left nipple while both his hand fingered and teased Kyle’s balls. JACKPOT! Twinkie Timmy had his big bro by the balls, literally! Exactly where he wanted him. Now, if Kyle made any noise to protest, Mindi, who was just outside the window, would poke her head in. Kyle knew to be silent. However, Timmy re-thought the matter and whispered softly into Kyle’s ear, “As I think about it, Kyle, I think we are being rude. I’d like to call out to Mindi and have her stick her head inside so we can say a proper ‘Hello.’”

Kyle, in horror, immediately and frantically shook his head NO!

“Are you sure we should not invite her in? I mean, I don’t mind.”

Again. Kyle’s eyes bugged out, and he demonstratively shook his head. NOOOOO!

“Well, I’m going to the window and pulling up the shade so she can at least see us having a good time.” As Timmy started to get up and off the bed, Kyle whisper-shouted in a hoarse voice, “NO!”

Then Timmy relaxed on top of Kyle, saying, “OK, if you don’t want me to call out to Mindi and have her see us, then you must surrender your body to me… now.” He spoke as softly as he could.

Kyle hesitated. He had to give in. He’d be seen as a child molester of his brother if he did not do as baby bro said. He delayed and then nodded his head yes. Timmy smiled broadly and wickedly. Kyle was his toy to play with. To do whatever he wanted to do with him.

Now, you might think that it would be short-lived since Mindi, upon hearing nothing, would leave in a minute or two. But Kyle and Mindi had a date planned. She was to meet him at his place and would likely wait until he got home. Mindi probably thought Kyle got hung up in traffic and would be delayed. It happened once before when she waited an hour for him to arrive. So, maybe Timmy knew this also.

Timmy knew to keep his voice low. He leaned into Kyle’s ear and said, “OK, know your ankles are bound to each end of the bat, but your knees are not. So I want you to lift your knees up high and keep your feet on the bed.” Kyle, thinking nothing of this, did as requested, no problem. “Great, now lower your knees flat to each side of the bed so that your legs form a diamond.” Again, the captured stud complied. “Super.”

Since Kyle was tall and had long legs, Timmy could sit in that diamond shape, Indian style (with his legs comfortably crossed), resting his ass on the baseball bat bound to force big bro’s feet to be placed wide apart. It is all about leverage. There was no way a bigger guy like Kyle could raise his knees or push his legs straight down, especially with his hand bound behind him. Timmy had enough body weight to just sit there and be in control. There was little twink, nerdy Timmy, now in control of big jock Marine bro, and right in front of him was Kyle’s big balls AND his mighty towering dick. He had yet to touch that dick. He only molested the balls. But now…

“Say, Kyle, would you like me to fondle your dick for you?” Kyle, without hesitation, shook his head no. “Well, I say yes, and you say no. That’s a tie vote. Let’s ask Mindi if I should fondle your dick so we break the tie?” Again, he shook his head no, but more frenetically.

“Well, unless you want me to, I must ask Mindi. Or… did you change your mind? If you want me to, just nod yes. Otherwise, I’ll have to ask for Mindi’s vote.” Defeated, Kyle nodded a weak yes.

“But are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to do anything against your wishes. So, are you sure you want me to fondle your jerking, bobbing dick? I mean, I will do it lightly, you know, tickle it just a bit, and tease it with my fingers and maybe use my tongue?” Again, Kyle surrounded and signaled a definitive nod for YES!

Timmy leaned down and picked up a hefty white cotton string roll. Where did that come from? Did Timmy have this all planned out? “Kyle, do you want me to tie up your dick and balls? Wouldn’t that be fun? I’ll do it for you, but only if you want. Or, maybe I should yell out to Mindi and see what she thinks about tying up your dick and balls. Perhaps she’d like to help. But, it’s all up to you … would you want me to tie your dick and balls up with string for you?” Just a frustrating nod from Kyle.

“Boy, Kyle, you sure ask a lot of me. Well, you’re my big jock Marine buddy, so I’ll do my best.” Timmy spoke in a calm, low, whisper voice. “Let me see if I can do this right.” He began by wrapping the string around and around the top of Kyle’s balls. He wound so much string that he pushed his balls down about an inch away from his body. Then he looped the string so his balls were separated and pushed down so the ball sack skin was stretched smooth. Lastly, he wound several loops of the string around the dick and balls together. As he did this, he whispered to Kyle, “I know you want me to believe that Mindi will be gone in a few moments, and you’ll be able to yell, scream, twist, jerk, and maybe throw me off you, MAYBE. But I heard you on the phone, telling Mindi that you wanted her to wait if you were late getting home. And the way she loves your dick fuck meat, she’ll be willing to wait a couple of hours if she has to. So, we have a long time together. And it makes me happy and proud to be able to please you.

“Kyle!” Mindi was calling out as she knocked at the front door again. Kyle wanted her to give up waiting and leave, but she was loyal and continued to wait.

“OK, now, don’t you look great. Let’s see, you asked me to fondle your dick, correct?” Kyle nodded. What else could he do? “You probably want me to jerk you off, don’t you.” This time, he gave an energetic nod. YES. He might as well be climaxed; that might end Timmy’s interest, and this will all be over. That might be true, except dick and ball bondage was not the only thing baby bro learned from the gay website, GayTies.com. One of the categories of videos there was “Edging. “Timmy never did that before. Hell, he never tied up a dick and balls before either, but he did that OK.

“To be clear, you want me to jerk you off, right?” A solid nod. “OK, let’s finish this so I can untie you.” That’s what Kyle wanted to hear! “ I’ll do that as soon as you blast off.” Timmy wet his index finger with a globe of spit and then touched it to the tip of Kyle’s firm dick. He moved it around lightly and slowly, over the piss slit and round the mushroom edge. It was one of many techniques he watched on the GayTies.com edging videos. All of a sudden, Kyle’s body bucked. Just once, but Timmy thought it was great. Timmy touched that swollen dick lightly along the underside, from the balls to the tip and back again, but he did it wickedly lightly. “Wow, Kyle, I didn’t know my little finger had so much power. Geez, one light touch to the tip of your dick, and your hips go bouncing up and down. Wow, that is wild!” Again, Timmy touched, and Kyle bucked uncontrollably, tightening every muscle in his big bro’s body. Timmy giggled. He was ecstatic!

So, he went further. “I wonder… if I touch your dick with my big toe, will that give me the same result?” Timmy pondered aloud. Then he brought this right foot to Kyle’s dick and grabbed the dick tip between his big toe and the toe next to it.

“AAAAHHHHH!” Kyle bucked his entire body on the bed as if he had just been given an intense shock.

“Oh, my, this is so… so… lovely. I can control a big, strong Marine with my toes.”


“OK, new rule. Don’t move your body, or I’ll have to call Mindi in here to hold you down. OK?” Kyle nodded a firm YES. OF COURSE, TIMMY WANTED HIS BIG JOCK BRO TO SQUIRM AND JERK AND TREMBLE IN AGONY! He wanted to force big brother, a 6’1” 230-pound US fucking Marine, to attempt the impossible. Timmy kept his voice low, and in a harsh whisper, he told the jock, “I might allow you to move a tiny bit, but if you move too much, I WILL call Mindi in here, and that’s a promise.” Inside, little nerdy Timmy was dying of laughter!

“Do not interrupt me, or I’ll call her.” Timmy pretended to be irritated. “Let’s see. Oh, yes, you wanted your 15-year-old brother to jerk you off. Fine, let me try a few things.” Timmy licked the same index finger again and placed it lightly on this brother’s dick tip. At the same time, he reached out to pinch Kyle’s right nipple. He used his fingernails to squeeze it firmly, then pulled and twisted it. Kyle’s body shook, more like a tremble, but Timmy could see he was trying not to move, “Good boy, good big muscle stud boy.” He pinched those nipples harder and continuously as he used an excruciating light touch on his hair-trigger, precum-seeping dick. Kyle’s dick bobbed and twitched. Timmy felt incredible power over his big, strong Marine stud brother. “FUCK!” he whispered.

Then Timmy tried another torturous tactic from the edging videos on GayTies.com. He placed his full hand around his brother’s dick and moved it up and down slowly, trying to barely make contact with the dick skin, causing Kyle to want him to rub his dick hard so he could shoot. The thing was, Timmy’s hand was small, so his fingers barely fit all the way around Kyle’s big fat dick. He continued to move his hand up and down and made only tickle-light contact. That mighty dick jerked and spat up precum. “Wow.” Timmy was amazed.

There were a couple of spoons on the side table at hand. (First, there is a baseball bat handy, then a roll of string, and now a couple of spoons. Did Timmy have this all planned out?) Timmy took those spoons and used them like drumsticks, rapidly slapping them against the side of his stud pole-like dick as if it were an upright drum to beat. He did it so rapidly that he vibrated Kyle’s entire body. His belly convulsed, causing his upper body to come up and do a series of short, quick sit-ups.


“So, you can’t stay still. That does it. You stay exactly as you are. Timmy got up, went to the window, and looked out as if to call Mindi to come in.

“PLEASE don’t,” Kyle whispered as softly as he could, hoping Mindi would not hear him. “Please, I’ll do anything, but please don’t draw attention to us.”

Timmy quickly closed the shade again and looked back at Kyle, “You sure you can’t do better at remaining motionless while I enjoy myself?”

“Please, yes. Please, Sir. Don’t alert her.” Kyle begged. His life would be ruined. “Please come back. I’ll be good. I promise I won’t move.”

Timmy slowly returned to sitting in the diamond space formed by his brother’s legs. “OK, last warning.” Timmy’s real reason for looking out the window was to see if Mindi was still there. SHE WASN’T! She left. Even her car was gone. But he told Kyle, “I saw her sitting on the porch, going through her cell. So you best remain quiet and obey. One call out to her and you’re history. No friends, no more sports, no military service, and maybe you’ll end up in jail.”

“Thank you. I’ll be good.” It’s too bad Kyle didn’t know Mindi was gone. His torture would have been over.

“Now, as I sit on the baseball bat to secure your feet, I want you to lift your ass off the mattress.” It was awkward, but Kyle did. All the magnificent muscles in his torso tensed up. FUCK! He was beautiful! Holding this position will cause him to become tenser as he strains. His muscles will tighten as he tries to stay like this. What is magnificent is that when he held his hips up, his dick thrusted up like a mighty sword.

Of course, Timmy had to push it. “I want your chest up too. I want you to push your titties like you are pride to display them to me.” Kyle had to use his neck and shoulders to lift his body weight off the bed and hold it up. “Now, tell me, as you hold your nipples up, do you want me to play with them? I have these metal spoons I can use to slap them with. Would you like me to drum on your titties as you hold them up for me?”

Kyle whispered, “Yes, please.” Then he started to sob. Not from pain but from the humiliation and, even more, from his need to have his little twink, nerd teenage brother beat him off. He was so ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

“What was that?” Timmy did not understand. “Yes, of course, you’re sorry. I know that, and I know why.” (He lied but needed to find out what was in Kyle’s head.) “But you have to tell me why you are sorry. I want to hear you explain it as I play my big stud nipple drums.” And Timmy began his thumping Kyle’s nipples. The up-and-down motion of the spoons was very snappy and stingy. “I’m listening.”

To be continued …

Kyle Submits to his baby Brother

Part 2 of 4

“Oh God, bro. I am so sorry for manipulating you to jerk me off. I’m sorry for abusing you tonight and making you play with my body.” He sniffled more. What the fuck? It’s the other way around. Timmy was abusing Kyle! All this stress and erotic fondling has got Kyle in a twisted brain fuck. But hey, Timmy thought it was great for him to believe that.

“Everything you say is right on. You have been abusing me.” Timmy told him. “But I will help you out. I’m helping you now. That’s why we are whispering, and I have not called out to Mindi, who is sitting just outside our window. (Of course, that is a lie; she left long ago.) As long as you cooperate, I will NOT call her to come in. OK? I’m your protector. I’m the only one who can protect you and keep you from the police arresting you as a child molester. I mean, stripping your little brother naked and manipulating him to be your sex slave? Wow! You have become perverted scum, haven’t you? But I will protect you, buddy. You see how good I am to you?”

“Oh God, Timmy. Thank you so much. I love you, man. I need you. Please don’t tell on me. I’ll do whatever you want. I love to look at your fantastic little boy's buffed body. You are so sexy, man.” Kyle has been kept on edge and in a state of unbelievable mental torment. Kyle saw his life falling apart.

Timmy was shocked to hear that. Was it true? Or just the lust of the moment. He wondered. “I don’t deserve your help, Timmy. But I am so thankful we are keeping my disgusting behavior all very quiet. You are keeping me out of prison. Fuck! You are so important to me. I’ll do anything to repay your kindness. I promise I will be quiet and obey. Thank you so much.”

Timmy wasn’t experienced, but he understood that his brother needed him, at least right now. So, who is manipulating whom? He was not sure. And, of course, Timmy knew that when this little torture session ended, Kyle might beat the crap out of him. So he wanted to be careful, pushy, yet not insane. The safe route, Timmy thought, was just to agree with Kyle. He’s currently under tremendous physical and emotional stress and not in his right mind. But that’s perfect, for now, Timmy smiled. Still, he wanted to push it a little more. He figured he was a kid in the candy store, and the candy was free.

“OK, I will do you a huge favor to show you how much I care for you. I’m going way out of my way and getting you to lower your hips and relax.”

Kyle immediately let his torso fall to the mattress and just collapsed. “Oh, Timmy, Timmy. Thank you. You are so good to me.” Timmy imagined his big brother fucking him right there on the bed, willingly, with no tricks, no bondage, no coercing. It’s all he wanted, his big bro fucking him lovingly. He’d lay on his belly; Kyle would find him sexy and be eager to “make love” to little bro. He just needed to figure out how to get the mental image to become reality. Right now, he is working on it.

“Well, we are not finished.” Timmy took his spoon drumsticks and beat Kyle’s giant, stiff towering dick again. He rapidly beat the right side of his quivering boner for 10 seconds on the topside, then 10 seconds for the underside, then the left side, and lastly, the right side. THEN repeated the around-the-pole tour over and over.

“AAAAHHHHHHH!” Kyle’s dick was dancing all over the place. He had his full body weight on his hands. He was helpless. His dick was twitching and bobbing and jerking and spitting precum as the dick drumming went on. Kyle curled his toes tightly. Timmy could see that.

Again, he wanted to push it more. But he did not want to try something that Kyle would absolutely reject. So he had to be coy and probe his big bro. “Kyle, do you need me to jerk you off now?”


“But what if I want to have more fun first? Is that OK? I mean, if you think I deserve to have fun.”

Kyle was at his breaking point. His dick was screaming for release. “OH MY GOD! YES. Please have fun.” And he cried aloud, but softly so as to not be heard by the Mindi, who was not even there.

“Well, I’m tired of drumming, so where can I put these spoon drumsticks so I’ll know they will be safe? I mean, I want you to keep them for me. So where can I put them?” Kyle did know what he meant. “Should I have you keep them in your mouth? No. I could place them in your pocket. No, you don’t have any pockets. In your ears or nostrils? No, now that would be silly. Hum. Now, where?”

“In… in…. in… my… my ass? Sir?

“Oh, of course. In your asshole. That is a nice warm place to keep them safe for me. Yes.” Timmy added, “But, Kyle, I can’t put them in there unless you lift your ass up nice and high.” Timmy wanted Kyle to submit himself as much as possible. And up came Kyle’s ass. He was whimpering. “Now, what do you say?”

“May I please keep your spoon drumsticks warm in my asshole, please”

“Of course,” Timmy slowly wiggled the spoon ends all around his ass lips, teasing them. he inserted them a little and then slid them out a bit. The cold metal moving around those ass lips felt erotic to Kyle. Then, Timmy pushed them in a few inches and wiggled them aggressively, driving Kyle crazy.

“I’M CUMING! I’M CUMING! OHHHHHHH!” Timmy quickly slapped Kyle's dick really hard, sending precum – probably some cum as well - spraying against the wall. Back and forth, he slapped it. Then squeezed Kyle’s balls, and the dick finally obeyed its new Master and returned from the edge without blasting off.

“Oh God, I was just there! Oh, please, please. Just one stroke will do it !”

“You’d better keep your voice to a whisper, or you’ll become someone’s bitch… in prison!”

“Oh, sorry. I am so sorry. I have no more control. I am so useless.”

“Kyle, I still love you. In fact, I want to give you a big wet kiss. Would that be OK with you?”

“Oh God, YES. I’d love that, bro. Yes, a wet kiss. Oh, thank you.”

“And I want to feel your tongue. Can you do that? Show me.” Kyle stuck out his tongue. “Yes, but push it out more. I want to know you will use your full tongue to give your Master a big wet French kiss.”

Kyle nodded eagerly and pushed his tongue way out. Then big brother, a 6’1”, 230-pound US fucking Marine, said, “Oh yes, Timmy.” It’s not that Kyle wanted to kiss his brother, but at least it was not anything extreme, and he could live with giving a brother kiss to Timmy.

Timmy stood up and, with difficulty, pushed his brother onto his side, then quickly cut the duct tape to free his wrists, though he left the tape binding his feet to the baseball bat. Timmy was not positive Kyle would continue to submit, but he was a daring little prick. “Remember, Mindi is just a simple shout-out away,” he warned his big bro. Kyle nodded. He had Kyle roll back on his back. Timmy stepped to his head and planted his feet at each of his brother's shoulders, facing Kyle’s feet. Then slowly squatted down, lowering his asshole to just over Kyle's mouth. “Are you ready to give me that huge French Kiss?”

Kyle knew what was about to happen. He never had his mouth near any asshole, man or woman, but he knew this was happening now. “Ready?” Kyle nodded. “No, what do you say?”

“Please, Timmy, please sit on my face and let me kiss your asshole.” Kyle wanted – needed – to throw up. He was a buff-up U.S. Marine! He was 23 and a muscled 230 lbs. AND! This faggot twerp, this nerdy, skinny teenager, who might weigh all of 120 pounds, wants to sit his mouth. AND to have him shove his big Marine tongue up his little bro’s shitty asshole. WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS?! AND… he wants Kyle to beg him for the privilege to do it! On the other hand, he reflected, if Mindi came in here or even poked her head through the open window – Then what? Kyle had witnessed Mindi when she got jealous. She gets mean and vicious! He’d be convicted of child abuse, tossed out of my family and the Marines, and wind up in prison. These were real possibilities. He could not take the risk, that chance. He started to cry but held back. He forced a pathetic smile on my face.

“And tell me, my handsome Kyle, what a great job you will do. Describe it. Tell me how much you want your 15-year-old brother to do this.”

Kyle did not want to do this but took a deep breath and whimpered, “Sir, it would be my honor and privilege to stick my worthless tongue into your fabulous asshole and lick inside and kiss it all over.” He held back his tears of humiliation. “And I will spread your ass cheeks to work my slave tongue way up in your sexy, Masterful, sexy ass.”

Timmy lowered his ass and let Kyle take hold of his cheeks in his hands to guide his Master’s hole over his open mouth. For Timmy, it was amazing. Kyle’s strong tongue worked all around. He licked and nibbled everywhere he could. Timmy was in heaven. He was out of his mind in erotic sensations unlike he had ever experienced or read about. Ever since he saw rimming videos on GayTies.com, he wanted to experience it but never believed it would really happen. He heard himself moan. He was in a blissful daze. The moaning continued. But then, oddly, Timmy realized that it was not him moaning, but … Kyle! But of course, Kyle was playing it up, fanning pleasure. That was fine. Pretending pleasure from his brother is just part of the game. Timmy felt very comfortable because Kyle, with his strong hand and arms, was resting his elbows on the mattress and easily holding up and supporting Timmy’s light-weight, teenage bottom, creating a nice seat or… throne for Timmy to relax.

Timmy had never felt so much erotic pleasure. He sat on his brother's “hand throne” for only a few minutes. Then, he realized he’d best not overdo his brother's humiliation. He wasn’t stupid; he knew Kyle wanted none of this. Just from reading the ghastly expression on Kyle's face as he lowered himself onto it, he knew Kyle would be angry and would feel absolutely disgusted. So, Timmy stopped the ass-eating and moved up off Kyle's mouth and out of his grip. But as Timmy went to straighten his legs to stand up, Kyle didn’t let go. Kyle’s big hands and long fingers held Timmy's cute little ass down, pressing back onto his mouth, sealing the mouth-to-asshole connection.

Timmy was confused. He looked down at Kyle’s dick. WHAT A FUCKING SHOW! It was fully boned up, twitching, jerking, and bobbing. It was dancing so happily, and it was not stopping. Kyle was not just holding Timmy’s ass cheeks. He was spreading them as wide as they would go, trying to get his tongue up there as far as possible. For the first time, Timmy was actually helpless. He was now the one being controlled. He probably couldn’t stand up if he tried his hardest. Kyle was moaning with such pleasure, and Timmy’s eyeballs were rolling around in their sockets as he was experiencing a drug-free high like never before.

Timmy managed to change his position without dislodging Kyle’s tongue. With his full weight nicely in Kyle’s strong hands, Timmy lilted his feet off the mattress and placed them on Kyle’s chest. So he was sitting with his knees elevated, like a man sitting in a little kid’s chair. This caused Timmy’s ass to be pushed down more, opening it further. Kyle moaned. He was feeling good vibes from his ass-eating. More than that, Timmy strategically placed his feet near two gorgeous perky nipples to tickle them and squeeze them with his toes. He even used his toenails to scratch at them.

“AAAAAHHHHHH!” Kyle's body bounced up and jerked a few times. His hips were moving rhythmically up and down, desperately trying to find friction to trigger his climax, but he was only fucking air. For many of us, there is something about sexy bare feet touching us that drives us to an erotic high and over the edge.

This was a formerly unknown erotic sensation for Kyle. But he sure realized it now. AND SO DID TIMMY!

After working on Kyle’s sensitive nipple for quite a while and staring at his dancing dick, Timmy wanted to push it more! He turned his attention to Kyle’s mighty power tool. Timmy stretched out his legs a little, enough to fondle Kyle’s mighty, twitching dick with the soles of his feet. Just like one would use the palms of their hands to warm, Timmy now uses the bottom of his feet to work on that massive, dancing boner. You know, when you quickly rub your palms together, they warm up? Yep. That’s how Timmy uses the soles of his feet. He rubbed them rapidly in opposite directions like he was forming sausage.


Timmy was going to demand he stop moving, but he was enjoying the wavy ride his big hunk stud Marine bro was giving him, so much so he continued to work Kyle’s dick with his bare feet. Kyle was now biting all around Timmy’s asshole and nibbling, which may have been harder than he should have, but Timmy was glad to pay the price.

Timmy finally stood up, and the exhausted Kyle let him. Kyle immediately reached for his hair-trigger dick to shoot off. “STOP NOW!” Kyle, feeling embarrassed, quickly released his twitching dick. “Shit, I can’t trust you, can I?” Timmy nudged his brother on his side and taped his wrist behind his back again. “I should punish good for that.”

“Please, Timmy, please don’t call out to Mindi. Please.”

“You fucking idiot. I was just fucking with you.” Timmy displayed a wicked grin. “Don’t you know I love you? That I would never hurt you like that? Mindi left an hour ago, you fucking stupid jarhead.”

Kyle shook his head. Did he hear that? Mindi was not there this past hour? Yet… Kyle did not seem too upset. Perhaps he was even relieved. If he knew Mindi was not there, none of “this” would have happened. Was it a bad thing or a good thing? He was surprisingly calm in his reflection. The only thing that wasn't calm was Kyle’s huge, twitching, dripping boner. “Ok, Timmy, Ok. You had your fun. Now that this is over, please release me and let me beat off, please?”

All the fun and this wonderful power trip were nice… for the moment, but Timmy was a bottom. He wanted nothing more than to get fucked by his big bro.

“No, I don’t want you to waste your load. You’re going fuck me crazy.”

“Timmy. I can’t do that. That would make me a faggot like you.” Kyle seemed to come to his senses. “No. I won’t. I can’t.” Kyle was direct and insistent. He thought about it, though. He had to get out of this mess Timmy got him into. He changed the expression on his face to be more compliant. He had a plan, “Ok. You win. I know the only way you’ll end this is if I fuck you.” Timmy’s face lit up. “So… I give, I give up."

"What do you mean, bro" Timmy smiled.

"I’ll fuck you as you wish," Kyle replied, seemingly embarrassed, "but let's do it properly. Cut me loose. I promise I won't do nothing."

Although Timmy was suspicious, he grabbed the scissors. Kyle sighed with relief. This was going easier than he expected. That nerd really fell for his trick. Timmy cut the duct tape from his ankles and removed the baseball bat.

Kyle moved slowly into a kneeling position, offering his wrists to be freed, but Timmy had other plans." Not so fast, bro!" Timmy made Kyle face him and watched in the satisfaction that his cock still bounced rock hard in front of his six-pack

"What is it now? I told you I give. Cut me loose," Kyle said, pretending to be calm. His muscles bulged as he struggled to tear the duct tape from his wrists. At the same time, he tried to get up, but that was what Timmy had expected. Timmy’s hands shot forward and grabbed Kyle around his thick-muscled neck. Kyle howled in anger, stumbled in surprise, and fell on the floor, face up, lying in his still-bound hands. PERFECT, Timmy thought. While Kyle was stunned, still catching his breath, Timmy aimed his asshole for his brother’s pride and joy and fully sat on it, engulfing the shaft. Yeah, it hurt, but he needed to insert himself quickly to get to the fucking started.

Kyle's mouth opened as he gasped from the sensation of his cock held in a viselike grip by Timmy's sphincter muscles. The twink started to buck himself furiously.

"Stop, you bastard pervert faggot. I’ll get you for this. No!"

Kyle's muscles were tensing. His body was dripping with sweat, and his animal smell filled the room. His athletic body was glistening, and the play of his muscles gave the impression of a brutal wild animal confronting his prey. Only, in fact, Kyle was the prey. His mighty biceps were bulging as he continued to try to break free of the tape binding his hands behind him. But even if Timmy weighed a mere 120 lbs., Kyle had no leverage in his awkward position with his back on the floor and no hands to use. He arched his back arched against the weight of the teen, but the little, scrawny kid was winning the battle of the fuck.

The head of big bro’s cock was sucked deep into the tight hole. Kyle's eyeballs rolled upward as Timmy started riding him. He humped his body up and down, bouncing frantically.

"Oh shit! Oh no!” Kyle burst out. His body writhed and twisted in heated sensuality.

As during the prior erotic manipulations, Kyle felt completely helpless. It was all so odd and perverse. Usually, in all matters of life, he was in control. In his normal sexual experiences, he caused the girls he fucked to have endless chains of climaxes, or at least he would.

Now, he could not defend himself because Timmy’s sphincter was steadily massaging his overly sensitive prick. His sexual prowess was now turned against him, and he realized that his brother was actually fucking the shit out of him.

Timmy continuously danced his fingers across Kyle’s broad shoulder, and since he was face-to-face with his captive, he planted his mouth on Kyle’s and forced them into wild kisses. This seemed to silence Kyle’s objections and his uncontrolled moans.

Kyle’s muscles tensed again to free himself and regain control. The thing is, Kyle was torn. HE WAS STRAIGHT. HE LIKED GIRLS. HE WAS NOT A FAGOT! But Timmy was creating an extraordinary BUT powerful erotic sensation in every part of his body, mind, and soul. Kyle’s cock was the teller of truth. It was sizzling, submerged in an ass that hopped wildly on him, knocking the air out of his lungs.

The Marine's eyes first closed, then opened wide as his features contorted. He struggled to get up. He struggled to continue. AAAAHHHHH, FUCK!" With the roar of a lion, his body collapsed back on the floor. Powerless. “AAAAHHHHH,” he howled in the rhythm of the pumping fuck ride he was unwittingly giving.

Timmy knew he had him. Kyle's ecstatic quiver and strange gasping grunts told him he was close.

There was no holding back now and no control to assert. Timmy was virtuously playing with the soldier boy’s system and driving him to his now – finally – allowed climax. The pounding fuck ride caused Timmy to scream out his lust as never before. "OOOOOHHHHHH FUUUUUCK!"

Timmy sped up his pound on Kyle’s tense body with his ass fucking his brother’s dick. He quickened his pace, pounding away at that dick he had coveted for years. Sucking it him in deep. Fast, faster. Kyle was out of control. Timmy was out of control. Harder, harder. The Marine shot bolt after bolt of hot cum. He cried aloud, and he moaned. "AAAAAHHHHH, YEAAAAAHHHH!” He bucked his hips upward to fuck back, fast and hard. “I can't stop coming. Oh shit, I can't stop cuming!" His body twitched and jerked about lifelessly on the floor. He couldn't speak but made grunting, animal-like sounds. Kyle was gone. Drained. He was covered in sweat; his massive pecs were heaving like bellows, and he grunted like a frenzied ape.

The air was filled with his helpless moans and squeaks and the animal smell of raw lust emerging from his male sweat, soaking the carpet. His eyes were glazed when Timmy left the room. Lance Corporal Kyle Henderson was broken.

It was nearly evening when Kyle was finally able to get up. He had difficulties accepting what had happened to him in the afternoon. He could not believe that he had been raped and abused by his nerdy, twink, 120 lbs. teen brother. However, his aching muscles and the dried cum, which covered his body, told him that “this” was not his imagination.

He took a thorough shower, hoping to wash the shame away with his cum. An all-nighter with Mindi would clear his mind. His hair was still damp. He chose a tight pair of jeans and a well-fitting T-shirt, grabbed his leather jacket, and went downstairs, where he heard his mother preparing the dinner. Timmy was sitting with his father at the table, looking as innocent as ever, pretending nothing had happened.

"Hi, soldier," his father greeted him, "Thanks for taking care of the lawn. The job must have worn you out. Timmy told us you worked hard, so we let you sleep. Mindi called several times already. She sounds quite upset."

"Yeah, the afternoon was quite tough," Kyle glowered at his brother, “Anyway, I'm going to see Mindi now.”

"Enjoy your evening," Timmy grinned.

Kyle didn't enjoy the evening at all. Or… did he? At least, he told himself he didn’t. When he arrived at Mindi’s, she was upset. She scolded him for standing her up but… then quickly let it pass. “Honey, let’s go to bed.” They did. But for the first time in his relationship, he couldn’t produce a boner. Mindi was as frustrated as the confused Marine. Ultimately, he gave up, grabbed his clothes, jumped on his motorcycle, and drove home.

Ignoring his family watching the latest soap opera on TV, he went straight to his room. Kyle undressed and lay naked in sullen silence in the dark, trying to gather his thoughts.

It started after he had finished mowing the lawn. The beer had gotten to him much more than usual. He could take a lot, so why did he pass out like a fresh recruit? This fucking faggot had spiked his drink! That was it. That miserable little prick had just scored a lucky shot!

He had to put that whimsy nerd back in place. Teach him respect. His lips twisted in a menacing grin when he fantasized about how he would beat his queer brother to a pulp.

He heard his parents go to bed and waited until he could assume they were sound asleep. Quietly and avoiding any noise, he walked across the hall to Timmy’s room. The door wasn't locked. "Gotcha!" he thought while he opened the door and slipped inside. He approached the prone form of his brother on the bed and jumped him. Before Timmy was fully awake, he was forced down by the full weight of his brother's muscle-packed body. “OK, pal, now it's payback time. You’re mine," he heard Kyle hissing in his ear with undisguised vengeance.

"Nooo… mmppf!" Timmy's cry was muffled by Kyle's big hand closing over his mouth. The twink teen, who had also slept naked, was lifted from the bed and carried away like a rag doll. Kyle carried his desperately writhing brother down to the basement and into the garage. Despite his desperate resistance, Timmy was wrestled down to the floor behind the family van. It took the combat-trained Marine only moments to subdue his smaller brother. He straddled Timmy, immobilizing him by pinning his arms down with his knees. His right fist went up, preparing a full swing right into his brother's fearfully contorted face. "Yeah, now you’ll shit in your pants. If you were wearing pants, you miserable fucking faggot," Kyle growled," I'll beat the shit outta ya!"

"Is anybody here?" their father's voice interrupted the fight. Timmy's struggle on the way down to the garage had not gone unnoticed and woke up his dad. He investigated the garage, obviously wondering why the lights were on. Kyle hunched down and closed his hand firmly over his brother's mouth, preventing him from calling for help. That could mean disaster. How would he explain to his parents what he was doing with his buck-naked baby brother in the garage?

Fortunately, his father had stopped at the door. "Anybody here?" he asked again. "What's wrong, John?" he heard his mother calling from the living room. Kyle froze.

While Kyle was thinking about the embarrassing situation he had brought himself into, Timmy freed one arm. He reached between Kyle’s muscular thighs and grabbed Kyle’s ball firmly, really firmly!

"Nnng," Kyle flinched but bit his tongue. With his dad only a few feet away, he remained motionless to protect them from being noticed. Kyle was petrified and hoping his dad would quickly leave. But Timmy then used his other hand to work Kyle’s dick. He started to pump that dick like a maniac. They both kept quiet and crotched down behind the family van so they would not be seen. It was like when Mindi was outside the open window. Kyle had to restrain himself and be still and quiet. Now, the same situation here. Kyle couldn't cause any commotion as long as dad was there, listening. So, Timmy was free to fondle Kyle’s dick.

“Maybe you should look around the garage, John,” his mom said. This freaked out Kyle more.

Kyle clenched his teeth and tensed his six-pack abs. He could do nothing while his parents were right there. He needed to wait to shove Timmy’s hand away and continue little bro’s punishment.

"Nothing, Mary. We must tell the boys to switch off the lights when leaving."

Timmy was enjoying pumping big brother’s, a 6’1” 230-pound US fucking Marine’s dick unencumbered. He thought if they did get caught by their folks, it would be boned-up Kyle, who’d be in serious trouble. He smiled. He released the death grip on Kyle’s balls and, instead, began to tickle them with his fingernails, and he pumped the hardening dick with the other hand.

Kyle is not totally stupid and certainly not helpless. He could easily overpower little bro. But he did tend to think with his dick. I mean, his brain told him rational stuff, like…. “You’re straight!” In an erotic situation, his dick would take over and dictate otherwise. Like… like now. His dick was ordering him to let Timmy continue to give him pleasure. Not usual for a dumb muscle jock. So, Kyle closed his eyes and his brain, praying for his folks to leave.

Finally, Kyle heard their father, who didn't bother to check out the garage, say, “It’s OK. Let’s get back to bed before we wake up the boys.” The lights were switched off, and the door closed. The lights from the streetlamps shone through the garage windows and dimly lit the garage.

“What the fuck. Get your hands off me. You fucking faggot." Kyle barked, enraged but in a lowered voice.

"Shhhh, will you be quiet, Kyle, or I'll shout," Timmy warned, "And besides, you like it." Kyle Submits to his baby Brother

Part 3 of 4

Kyle looked down with a shocked expression. Timmy, his 15-year-old brother, had succeeded, whereas Mindi had failed. His cock was already hard, obviously eagerly responding to Timmy's jacking it.

How could he, a straight jock, a fucking U.S. Marine! not get it up anymore when his chick spread her legs but was so easily pumped up by his shiny fagot brother? Memories of the afternoon flashed like snapshots through his mind. Horrified that the whole story would repeat itself, he wanted to get up. But his brother didn't release his grip and pulled him back down by his cock. Of course, Kyle could have just stood up strongly and left, but he only half-heartedly tried. Timmy picked up on Kyle’s feigned resistance.

Timmy stopped tickling and began to knead his jock brother's balls. "Noooo... oooohuuuuhhmm," Kyle moaned. While his brain was putting up a desperate fight for his straight sexuality, his dick knew the fight was over.

Without releasing his brother's swelling dick, Timmy simply lowered himself backward, placed his knees on his chest, and lifted his feet up in the air, exposing his asshole. Then he guided Kyle’s hard, throbbing dick between his buttocks, then squeezed him in.

"Noooo… oooohuuuuhhmm," Kyle groaned when his brother's sphincter closed around his dick with an iron grip. Knowing how well his Marine brother reacted to stimulating his nipples, Timmy roughly grabbed the powerful pecs above him. He taunted and twisted them mercilessly. Almost immediately, Timmy sensed his brother's dick hardening even more. He wiggled his ass, scooting a bit closer to Kyle, who felt his cock pulled and twisted.

"Noooo. Fuck," he protested again.

"Shhh…," Timmy silenced his brother by letting go of his nipples, closing his hands behind the big hunk’s muscle neck, and pulling him down. Yes, there was some resistance, but not much. Timmy pulled Kyle’s mouth to his, making Kyle’s dick insert more into that welcoming, warm, sweet, joyful ass for the second time today. Then, mouth-to-mouth contact, the kiss.

"Mmm… mmpfff," Kyle was protesting against the invasion of his brother's tongue. With his fingers interlaced and thus locked together behind Kyle’s neck, the nerdy teen started to rock back and forward, forcing his older brother trapped on top to follow his rocking motion, using Timmy’s curved back as the rocker. Whether he liked it or not, Kyle was turned on.

Soon, Kyle eagerly responded to Timmy's tongue play without needing his head to be forced down. So Timmy had started again to work on his brother's taunt nipples. He increased his rocking, making the muscle jock even hotter.

Timmy felt the grip of his brother's strong arms relaxing. He knew Kyle could not resist as long as he kept Kyle’s dick hard and enveloped in wonderful erotic sensations. Timmy seized his brother's wrists, pushing them first down, and finally broke the weakening resistance. Kyle's arms ended up behind Timmy's back, embracing him.

To Kyle's frustration, Timmy ended the kiss. However, before his turned-on brother knew what hit him, one of his hard protruding nipples was trapped between Timmy's sharp teeth. Holding his brother's tit tight, he started to suck and worked his tongue over the sensitive, projecting nub.

“AAAAAHHHHH!” Kyle arched his back and pushed his pecs into Timmy’s face, encouraging even more suction. The straight jock’s eyes almost closed as he started to moan softly. "Ooohhhh, yeah!"

Never had the horny fucker experienced such overwhelming sensations. Kyle had conquered countless pussies, but none had turned him on, as did his brother's tight asshole and talented mouth. While he usually could pound pussy for hours, he felt the exciting first contractions immediately of his balls at the base of his cock due to Timmy’s calculated maneuvers. He didn't realize that his brother's heavy workout during their afternoon lovemaking session had profoundly weakened his stamina.

"Oh yeahhhh," the lustful moaning increased as Kyle’s sun-tanned skin developed a fine layer of male sweat. All ideas of a fight had been dissolved in the churning cum boiling now in his heated balls.

When Timmy saw the flushed expression on his brother's face, he knew he owed him. The cocksure Lance Corporal, with his bragging attitude, had been reduced to a throbbing cock and a swollen set of balls.

Resting limply on top of his teen brother, the brawny Marine was caught in a horny stupor. Although the muscle-packed body was heavy, Timmy had good leverage as his raised ass supported his brother's hips. When Timmy lowered his ass, his brother's dick slipped halfway out. When he rocked back, Kyle’s dick was pushed back in deep due to the hunk's body weight, which also stimulated pressure on his balls.

"Uuuh. fuck,” Kyle's muscular hips started bucking, driven by primal instinct. He had no choice but to adapt to the rhythm commanded by Timmy's further accelerated rocking. Knowing that his brother would now follow blindly what his cock told him to do, Timmy stopped his motions. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his brother and pulled him towards him with all he was worth.

"Come on fucker! Show me what kind of stallion you are!" Timmy spurred the jock. With his upper body trapped in a brotherly embrace, Kyle could only buck his hips if he wanted to relieve the tension that had built up in his groin. As Timmy had expected, he didn't hesitate. Kyle's hips started to hammer in a frenzy, pushing him over the top.

"Yes, bro, give it to me, harder, let me feel your hot bull rod. Fill me with your Marine cum," Timmy coaxed until his brother's eyes glazed over when the juice was sucked from his contracting balls.

"Oh fuck. Oh yes. That's iiiiiitttt, aaarghhh," Kyle panted," here it comezzz. Huh. Huh. Huh. Yeahhh!" Kyle’s entire body convulsed and spasmed for what seemed like an eternity, then collapsed, exhausted, on his back beside his brother. Still twitching spasmodically in the aftermath of his orgasm, he heard Timmy whispering into his ear, "I hope you enjoyed that, big bro because that’s the last time I allowed you to fuck me."

He forced the still dizzy bloke down to his knees and stood before him. "Wha…" Kyle started to ask when he was silenced by a slap across his face.

"Shut up, soldier boy!" Timmy insisted. Kyle had no chance to answer because when he opened his mouth again, Timmy shoved his teen dick all the way down Kyle’s throat. "Now, you better suck me good," Timmy ordered. He seized Kyle's ears and pulled the head onto his hard pole.

"Urgh. Mmmmmh," Kyle gargled. It was the first time he had to deal with a cock in his throat. He felt completely helpless and panicked when he couldn't breathe.

"You are a lousy cock-sucker, bro," Timmy told him as he enjoyed the retching sounds emanating from Kyle's throat. He pulled his cock out and hustled his coughing brother over to the motorcycle parked next to the family car. The heavy machine was Kyle's pride. He spent hours tuning it and polishing the chrome trim.

Timmy pushed the swaying hunk against the bike. "Assume the position, Lance Corporal," he commanded, bending the husky body over the seat, his muscular chest rubbing on the leather. Timmy couldn't resist and whacked the bubble butt in front of him.

"OOWUW!" it was not really painful. Kyle was more shocked about being spanked by his younger brother than physically hurt.

"Spread 'em, bro!" Timmy kicked his brother's legs apart. Timmy dug his fingers into a jar of black axle grease on the nearby shelf and spread it between big muscle bro’s sculpted ass cheeks. "Let's grease you up, good. A virgin like you needs some comfort," Timmy chuckled.

Before Kyle could even protest, his ass was lubed nicely with three of little brother's fingers. He pushed his fingers fully into Kyle's shit chute and moved it around as he continued to speak. Kyle groaned when that finger rubbed against this prostrate. "I may not fit into your league," Timmy smirked," but I sure as hell will make you a member of my team."

"No man, not that, you cannot do that. You can’t fuck me! That’s too faggy! Please, no." Fucking an ass, or even sucking a dick, was one thing, but getting fucked was clearly a homosexual act that he was not going to accept. Kyle protested desperately. He struggled to evade the fucking fingers, but he was mesmerized by it too. Still, Kyle needed to show this was NOT erotic or fun. He was not gay. Kyle tried pulling himself over the bike seat to escape the finger work. He wriggled forward, but to his dismay, he only succeeded in crawling further onto the bike sideways so his belly rested on the seat with his ass more upward. There, he got stuck. Now, his feet were off the floor, and he had no leverage to maneuver himself. Was he really trying? His ass is on display for the taking.

Timmy laughed as he stroked his dick firmer a couple of times. He moved closer between Kyle’s parted legs and pushed his hips towards him, impaling Kyle fully with his hard dick up to the hilt. "Fuck! Aawww… no… shit, shit, shit ! " the jock howled in pain. “Get it out, get it out. That hurts. please, no more!" His body was writhing on the saddle. "AAAAHHHH!" Kyle's high-pitched screams filled the garage.

"Shut up, you sissy! You'll wake the neighborhood, not to mention Mom and Dad!" Timmy was concerned about the noise his brother was making. Looking around, he saw the dog’s two-inch diameter soft rubber ball. "Ah, that will do nicely," he said with a devilish grin that Kyle couldn't see. He was almost paralyzed by the unbearable pain from his popped cherry when he felt his hair pulled back sharply, lifting his head and opening his mouth. Timmy sharply pushed that ball into big bro’s gapping mouth, wedging it behind his teeth. It was an effective gag he could not dislodge with his tongue.

Why didn’t Kyle simply push Timmy off him and remove the ball? He couldn’t or wouldn’t? He did have his hands on the floor to keep himself from being pushed entirely over the bike, which would land him on his head. So, he tried to get his balance. Her was not only off balance, he was dazed and confused. Plus… did he want to fully resist? Timmy saw that the little balance Kyle had was too much to suit little bro. No, he wanted Kyle fully under his control.

“Here, Kyle, give me your hands so I can pull you up before you fall on your head. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

With Timmy’s dick still in his asshole, Kyle felt relieved and balanced his body weight on his belly, on the bike seat, as he reached his hand back so Timmy could pull him up and off the bike, or… so he thought.

Instead, Timmy quickly looped a rope around Kyle's wrists and secured them tightly behind his back. Shocked that he fell for that stunt, he shouted through the ball gag, “MMMP, MMMPH, MMMMMMMMPH!”

Talk about complete control! There was the big, muscled, stud Marine precariously laying across the bike seat, his feet off the floor, his hands tied behind his back, and a fucking rubber ball gagging his mouth! No way could he wiggle, slip off, hump, rise up, protest or resist… IN ANY WAY! Kyle was like a sack of potatoes, a sack of fucking potatoes for Timmy to use, abuse, and enjoy all he wanted, and he could now do it at this leisure. He could not yell out or beg.

Sure, Timmy did love his brother. He was a bottom and wanted Kyle to fuck him lovingly, make love to him tenderly. But how to get there was the issue. Timmy had to subdue him and have all kinds of sex with big bro. Gay sex was not going to happen any other way. The more gay sex, the sooner he’d enjoy Kyle in the relationship he longed for. So, it was more of a need for Kyle to be forced into exploring and experiencing all kinds of gay sex, to be retrained to appreciate a loving brotherly relationship.

Now, of course, one’s sexuality cannot be switched from straight to gay or gay to straight. That’s a given. But what has spurred Timmy on was seeing his big “straight brother” getting aroused, super sexually charged up when “forced” into GAY sex, or “blackmailed” into doing it. Timmy’s view is the erect dick does not lie.

In Timmy's mind, he sees his brother as a bisexual. More than that, he is primarily a gay man. The reason why Kyle continuously seeks out ladies is because socially, as well as militarily, straight is much more acceptable. We all want to be accepted. So, Timmy will do whatever he feels necessary to bring Kyle along. At the moment, it’s fucking him.

Timmy was leaning forward with all his weight. With his feet firmly on the ground, he had all the leverage. Kyle could only grunt with the doggie ball gag, and grunt he did. Timmy was fucking Kyle hard at times and slowly at other times to see what caused him to moan with the most pleasure.

After a while, Kyle’s grunting stopped and turned into heavy breathing through his nose. Oddly, Timmy felt much less tension and resistance in Kyle. The initial sear pain Kyle had slowly subsided and was replaced by a new, entirely different sensation while the twink nerd’s dick was sliding in and out the greased fuck channel.

Timmy realized that his brother wasn’t fighting anymore. He cautiously released the rope around his brother's wrists. The big jock Marine allowed himself to slump fully over the bike without attempting to change his position or get up. His cooperative body was relaxed and hung limply in an upside-down “U.” Totally unrestrained, Kyle could have simply raised one hand up and removed the doggie ball gag. But he surrendered. He wasn’t hurting.

Kyle just realized he had been resisting something more powerful than what he thought his natural urges told him. He surrendered to his little twink, nerdy, scrawny 120 lbs. bro, who had been right all along. And if that twink Master wanted him to have a doggie ball gag wedged between his teeth, who was he to say that was wrong? After all, he had been wrong, and the twink bro had been right. A sigh of relief came from Kyle. Was the war over?

Timmy may not have understood big bro’s metamorphosis, but he welcomed it. "That’s it, Lance Corporal Kyle Henderson of the U.S. Marines. Good boy.” Timmy paused his fucking. “Now, let's explore that nice new pussy of yours.” Timmy probed his brother's deflowered ass by aiming his thrusts from different angles. His hips wriggled in spiraling motions. When the sweaty body below him suddenly tensed, he knew he had struck gold.

"Oh yeah. Sir, that feels good!" Kyle said in a clear voice, "Fuck me, bro! Fuck me harder, Sir! Fuck me harder, Master!"

"See, I knew you'd like it. Muscle jocks are all alike - after they’re broken in." Timmy laughed, “Now keep your pussy tight."

He started to plow his brother's ass in earnest. You need a cock up your fucking ass," he said almost in a lecturing tone while impaling his brother rhythmically. Each thrust caused another crack in the wall surrounding the Marine's straight alpha dog personality.

"You always wanted to get it from me." The lecture continued. Again and again, Timmy probed into the depths of Kyle's manly muscular asshole, pounding the hypersensitive prostrate and sending the moaning dude into an orbit of insane lust. "My muscle stud likes it to be dominated by his little brother, isn't it?" It took about half an hour of hammering Kyle's macho attitude until it shattered.

"Yes, Sir, give it to me! Fuck my brains out!" Kyle, a 6’1”, 230-pound US fucking Marine, had the urge Skinny twink Timmy to fucked him senseless. The pounding stopped abruptly. Timmy's cock left Kyle's ass with a wet plop.

"Shit, no!" the horny Marine complained in frustration, "I haven't fucking cum. What happened?" he protested in shock.

"Oh, you fucking whore!" Timmy said with mocking disgust, "do you need it that bad?"

"Yeah, man, I need it," Kyle hollered.

"That’s a, yes, 'Sir' to your 15-year-old commander!" Timmy objected sternly, “And stop shouting.”

"Yes. Sir. I need it bad!" Kyle hurried to correct his mistake.

"Shall I make you cum, bitch?" Timmy asked.

"Yes, Sir, please make me cum," Kyle begged. His swollen dick was jerking helplessly between his legs.

Timmy fetched a 2” wide, 18-inches long wooden stick from the shelf. "To ensure you have learned your lesson, here are the rules," he said.

"Promise you will treat me with respect!" WHACK! The stick smacked Kyle’s bubble ass cheek. His legs jerked in the shock of the pain.

"Awww. Fuck!" Kyle winced. His toes were curling. WHACK!

"Yeah. I'll do it!" Kyle shouted while his cock throbbed. WHACK!

"I can't hear you, soldier!" Timmy shouted back.

"Yes, Sir, I promise!" Kyle sobbed.

"Promise you will follow my orders without questioning!" Timmy demanded. WHACK! He stopped caring about the noise.

"Yes, Sir, I promise!"

"Promise you will dump that Mindi bitch!" WHACK! WHACK! The ass cheeks turned red.

"Yes, Sir, I promise!" WHACK!

"Your bike is mine now!"

Kyle went silent.

"Your bike is mine now!"




"You will cum NOW!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Kyle felt his balls pulling up to the base of his cock. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“AAAAHHHHHHH!” Then, "YES SIR! Aaahhhh! I'm cumming. Fuck. Huch! Huch! Huch!" Kyle's cock twitched wildly. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Each stinging slap triggered a blast of white jism splashing at the side of the bike.

Timmy continued the stick-paddling until his hunky brother begged him to stop. The Marine cock was completely deflated and unable to produce even the tiniest dribble of cum. The once heavy nut sac had shrunk to a wrinkled pouch. The gooey streams trickled slowly down the bike, finally dripping to the concrete floor.

"That's what I call beating the cum out of you," Timmy referred to Kyle's earlier threat. “We have to do this again sometime." He helped his groaning brother to get up. Completely embarrassed and humiliated, Kyle looked at his little brother shyly and with newfound respect. "Now, give your little brother a kiss, will you?" he smiled at the exhausted jock.

Without any resistance, Kyle hugged him and kissed him warmly. The brothers' tongues were playing in their mouths. Then Timmy squeezed his brother's mounded ass and broke the kiss.

"That's my boy. You may return to your room now, but first, clean my bike."

"Sure. Uhm… I mean. Yes, Sir," Kyle answered respectfully. He fetched a polishing cloth and started to rub the cum from the bike.

"Stop! You have to do this thoroughly,” Timmy ordered

"But I always do it like th..." he stopped when he noticed Timmy’s disapproving stare. "What do you want me to do, Sir?" he asked politely.

"Lick it!" Timmy ordered.

"I don't understand." Kyle looked desperate and confused.

"You brainless jarhead!" Timmy grabbed the Marine by his shoulder and pushed him to the bike. "On your knees!" the twink commanded, and Kyle obeyed instantly. "Open your fucking mouth and show me your tongue!" The teen seized his big brother's head and pushed his face against the cum dripping on the bike’s gas tank. He started to rub the face and the tongue dangling from the open mouth up and down over the surface.

"You lick it clean, understood?" Timmy asked again.

"Mmm, yesss, Sir!" came the muffled answer.

"Do a good job. I'll check it out tomorrow," Timmy said as he left the garage.

Kyle overslept in the morning. "I don't know what's wrong with the boy," his mother wondered.

"Hmmm. I think he was working late on his bike," Timmy replied innocently.

"Ah, that's why the lights were on last night," his father added, “and his bike was never as shiny as I found it this morning."

Their parents were glad to see how well the brothers were getting along. Timmy made sure that his brother stayed in the Marines. He needed him to be as fit and strong as he was handsome. Plus, Timmy liked uniforms! Kyle’s position with the Marines stabilized into a routine where he was home, on leave for a weekend, once a month. That was great for Timmy because they went out with Timmy's buddies on those weekends after Kyle had done his chores at home. Sometimes they needed the big Marine to beat up some faggot haters, but most of the time, they drove out of town to a barn where they drank beer and partied. Of course, the ”kids” took turns engaging in naked wrestling bouts with Timmy's muscular brother. Kyle behaved like a good boy and played his role as the expected loser, which granted the winner a victory fuck. True to his promise, Timmy never allowed his brother to fuck him again. But Kyle had learned his lesson well and knew when he was allowed to cum.

Kyle Submits to his baby Brother

Part 4 of 4

The new erotic relationship between the boys had been going on for two-and-a-half months. It was unresolved and tense. Timmy was consistently pushing, manipulating, and controlling big bro. Kyle was a “yes man” to whatever his dick wanted at the time. However, Mendi gave up on him, and he struggled to get any ongoing dates with other females. All became one or two-night stands. What do you expect when you can’t get it up?

Kyle mowed the lawn on one of the weekends home, as usual. The athletic-built, dark-tanned Marine was clad only a most obscene G-string. This time, it was a fluorescent green one. Yes, it's embarrassing! But it’s little Timmy’s rule that Kyle maintains his beautiful tan. So, as “required” he must wear only the skimpiest thong when working outside, even in the front yard. Kyle HATED wearing those exhibitionistic bikinis. He hated being shown off. It was humiliating and embarrassing to be seen dressed like a fagot whore. That bikini or G-string “uniform,” - Timmy had quite a collection for big bro to wear - was required by Timmy because he figured out that Kyle had a dark secret need to be publicly humiliated.

Yes, Timmy used whatever weakness – erotic turn-ons - he discovered in his big bro to manipulate him and use them as bait to draw the Marine deeper and deeper into Timmy’s sticky web. Little bro played his cards very well. Their parents didn't know that Kyle was sucking dick and taking it up the ass. They had no idea that he was hanging around with street gang twink faggots, or how Timmy bossed him around when they were alone. Timmy’s straight A’s and cute, boyish appearance went a long way to remain their parent’s favorite.

Timmy kept his sadistic, erotic identity well hidden. Their parents were proud of the "little one," who would make it through college and graduate as a genius, maybe a future lawyer or an MD. Kyle had disappointed his parents by quitting college and focusing only on sports, the military, and girls.

A few months ago, Kyle had been happy with his life. But all that changed when Timmy brought out his gay side and took charge. He had never expected what had happened and still had to accept his nerdy twink bro’s manipulations and schemes. Of course, Kyle would never admit that he found that behavior extremely erotic.

Finally, Kyle finished the lawn. He pushed the mower into the garage and went to the kitchen, red-faced, soaked in sweat, and dying of thirst. Timmy was watching videos on GayTies.com – his main source of domination information - and heard his mother and Aunt Margie laughing from the living room. Saturday was the traditional coffee and gossiping time for the two women. Timmy quickly closed hos laptop.

Timmy greeting his brother, offered him an opened can of beer. Having learned his lesson, Kyle suspiciously rejected.

"Nah, relax, Kyle. It's not spiked, bro," Timmy smirked while his hand wiped across his brother's sweaty abs. Kyle leaned back to avoid his brother's touch.

"Better safe than sorry," Kyle muttered while fetching a new beer from the fridge. He took a big sip of the ice-cold beer with one hand resting on his hip.

"No need to trick you, big bro. I can have you any time." Timmy reached playfully for his brother's crotch and squeezed the hefty bulge barely contained by the tiny bikini fabric.

"Fuck! Stop that shit!" Kyle jumped and brushed Timmy's hand away. But his younger brother continued to charge at him, trying to pull his G-string down. Kyle grabbed Timmy's wrists, turned him around, and forced the teen’s arms across his chest.

“Look at this obscene outfit you make me wear while mowing the front yard lawn. A fucking G-string?” FUCK! A big muscled Marine in the front yard, wearing a fucking G-string!

"Why? Are you suddenly shy? Besides, I’m now the boss. I now decide what you wear." Timmy laughed while he pushed his ass backward onto his brother's bulging groin until he felt close contact with the meaty prick. He knew his brother all too well. After one month at the base, the stud was horny as hell when he came home on weekends.

Timmy ground his ass into Kyle’s groin. A surprised grunt and the swelling of the bulge told him that he was achieving the desired effects. Kyle knew what his brother was up to and tried to step backward. He wanted to slip away, but his back was already pressed against the fridge door. He was trapped, and the brat continued to wriggle his ass. Kyle's dick responded fast.

"Hey, leave the little one alone, will you?" their mother had entered the kitchen.

"He started it," Kyle protested while nervously trying to squirm his pelvis away from the bucking hips of his teen brother.

"No, he's bullying me again," Timmy was suddenly sobbing but did not back away from his brother.

"That's not fair.” Their mom responded, “A big, strong Marine like you should not treat his little brother like that. And look at you, dressed in that… that… tiny thing, like an indecent whore. Just stop picking on your innocent brother."

"Mom, he started it,” Kyle said with a sullen voice.

"Leave him. It's enough! And put on something decent; your Aunt Margie is here." their mother's voice went stern.

With a sigh of resignation, Kyle released Timmy. "OK, now hug your little brother," their mother pleaded.

Timmy turned around and faced Kyle. Quickly and unnoticed by his mother, Timmy reached behind his brother's back and pulled the briefs, exposing Kyle's dimpled butt. As Timmy hugged his big bro, he ran his fingertips up and down to tickle Kyle’s ass crack. His groin rubbed against his brother’s erecting dick. Little bro was careful to use his body to hide Kyles's near nakedness from their mom.

Kyle had just managed to pull his thong back up when, to his utter embarrassment, his dick betrayed him again and rose to an impressive erection, pushing itself out of the thin pouch fabric. His entire 9-inch cock was on the loose and now jutting out.

Kyle freaked and froze. He was throwing a huge fucking boner in front of their mother! Well, it was hidden by Timmy’s body. Then, the wicked prankster in Timmy emerged. He started to step away from Kyle to let their mom see just what the perverted older Marine brother was proudly displaying.

Kyle quickly and tightly grabbed Timmy and spun him around so they were face to face. Then he squeezed his little bro into a full embrace. I was not a loving hug but a tight, desperate grip around Timmy to keep him close, to keep him from exposing his dick by stepping away. He needed his little bro as his shield and kept him between himself and the two women. While embracing Timmy and trying to appear playfully, he whispered into Timmy's ear, "You move, and I swear, you die!"

"Now, see, you boys can be nice to each other. That’s what I like to see.” Their mother returned her conversation.

"Yes, Mom," both brothers replied.

Kyle hissed, enraged, "You are such a mean, cowardly bastard, you know? You've got a big mouth only when Mom or Dad is around. Just be warned, I'll get you alone one day, and then I'll teach ya' some respect!"

"Oh really?" Timmy grinned. "You are the one throwing a fucking boner every weekend when you’re home! Why do you blame me if you can't control your big old nasty prick?"

"You faggot, you'll never understand," Kyle replied with a red face.

“It's the normal thing to do for a healthy gay man,” Timmy told him.

“Normal! No fucking queer is normal…"

Timmy interrupted his brother. "Well… you seemed to find it normal enough when I screwed you, huh?"

"That was just `cause I’ve been away without any women. And …"

Timmy pushed his brother away. "I don't think so. You fucking get boners around me because that’s who you are, at least, from now on, jarhead!"

"Liar!" Kyle snorted.

"Oaf!" Timmy retorted.

"Mama's boy!" Kyle smirked.

"Well, if you have the guts, why don't we decide here and now who's the boss, huh?" Timmy challenged.

"What do you mean?" Kyle frowned suspiciously.

"Exactly what I said, dumbo! Show me what you've got!" Timmy said.

"But Mom. Aunt Margie." Kyle didn't get it.

"The one who cums first loses!" Timmy said.

Kyle did not have a clue what Timmy was talking about or what the test was. But said, "I won't cum first. I’m a Marine." Kyle exclaimed.

"So, then you are in?" Timmy asked slyly.

"Yeah!" Kyle replied, not sure about what Timmy had in mind.

"OK, then." Timmy unzipped his baggy cargo pants. Kyle watched in disbelief as his little brother pulled his dick out and started to stroke… right there in the kitchen, with their mom in the next room, distracted, chatting with their aunt.

"What?" the startled Marine stammered. “They’re going to see us!”

"It's a cockfight, jarhead. Whoever cums first will be the winner's slave until the end of the year," Timmy said, and then… he just let his pants fall to the floor and step out of them.

“Are you fucking nuts! You can’t strip naked here!”

“I’m leaving my shirt on, Timmy said, “See, my long shirt tail covers my ass just fine. Mom and Aunt Margie will think I’m wearing briefs. That is… as long as I don’t turn around and face them.” He giggled.

"But here? Now? Are you crazy? Mom could come in any moment; we'll get caught for sure, and you'll talk yourself out of it, saying it’s my fault." Kyle objected.

"Bullshit, Mom is busy chatting with Aunt Margie. And besides, what’s wrong with being daring? He looked at the living room door. His mother's and his aunt's voices could be heard. Was he falling into one of the brat's cunning traps again?

"Now listen, I'll cover you, and she will never realize." Timmy said while he lubed his hand from a can of shortening from the kitchen cupboard, “Honestly!"

"I don't understand," Kyle said, still hesitating.

"Sit down, jarhead!" 15-year-old Timmy pulled Kyle's G-string down and off, displaying his full body. Kyle was fucking naked with his mom and aunt, only 40 feet away! Timmy also stepped out of his pants. Then, he pushed Kyle into a chair facing his mother in the other room and quickly straddled Kyle’s lap, facing him. So they sat face to face. However, Timmy was still wearing an oversized shirt with its shirttail hanging down, covering his bare ass and Kyle’s bare lap. They looked like two brothers engaged in a playful hug to an unsuspecting observer. And one would just assume they had on briefs. They would appear “safe” to the two chatting women if… they did not enter the kitchen.

"Oh, come on, look at you! I'll crush your tiny 7-inch prick in no time with my 9-incher," the Marine smirked, "and then I'll make you suck me off, just for starters."

“Oh look, Margie, my boys are being so kind to each other,” their mom said. See how nice and respectable they behave?” It’s good they didn’t walk into the kitchen to confirm anything.

“OK, big bro, simple rules,” Timmy told him, “Each of us can touch the other dick in any way he wants to try to get him to cum first. Whoever comes first loses.”

“We can’t do this here. Mom will see us!”

“My back is to them. My shirt is blocking their view. They will see nothing. But… if you make too much noise… Yeah, they probably will come in here. So just shut the fuck up.”

Timmy continued, “If you touch my dick, you have to touch yours also. Touch both or none. No fair jerking on only the opponent's dick.”

Kyle looked down and noticed that both erect dicks were pointed up, and Timmy was adjusting them to be side by side. He even scooted closer to Kyle’s belly to be sure the dicks were in full-length contact with each other, though Kyle’s was a little taller.

Kyle started by encircling both dick with his hands. "Oh no, not like that, bro," Timmy pushed Kyle’s hands away and closed his smaller hands around the two hard cocks. Timmy scooted himself closer to Kyle, so now their balls touched. He began to grind his groin into Kyle's. Timmy started to rock back and forth, his bare ass sliding on Kyle's sweaty naked thighs. Timmy released the entwined dicks and instinctively grabbed his brother's hips to assist in rocking.

"Yeah," Timmy whispered," you like that, don't you? I am riding you raw, my big horny stallion." Then added, “No fucking cunt bitch can treat you like I can.”

"Fuck you! I don't like it. I ain't no fucking queer," Kyle hissed angrily.

“Maybe not yet, bro, but soon,” Timmy used one of his hands to Kyle’s pecs and began pinching his nipples.

“Ahhhhhh,” Kyle moaned.

“Shhhhh, keep it down,” Timmy whispered. "You liked it when I busted your cherry for the first time," Timmy said. "Actually, you were moaning like a cheap whore in heat. Couldn't get enough? Begging for more?"

Timmy rested his head on one of Kyle's sweaty shoulders. Kyle felt Timmy's breath on his neck. His brother's nose was now nuzzling into his neck. Soft bites ignited little burning spots at his earlobes, around his throat, and under his chin. They were sending thrilling sensations into his system. The damn brat knew all too well how to make Kyle hot.

"Shut the fuck up and stop it!" Kyle was trying to squirm away while Timmy started to pull his nipples, knowing that this would turn on his brother even more. Indeed, it wasn't before long when Timmy felt the two meaty nipple knobs of purple flesh rising from the broad centers of those defined muscle pecs.

"Ahhhhhhh…" Against his will, a satisfied moan escaped from Kyle's lips while his brother squeezed his nipples between his fingers and wiggled the sensitive tit buttons back and forth between them.

"And you liked it when I fucked the cum out of you while I had you bent over your precious bike." Timmy continued to torture his brother with embarrassing but exciting memories from the past. “You liked it when I paddled the cum out of you, didn’t you?”


“Admit it!”

“No, I won’t.” Kyle relived the delicious pain radiating through his ass, remembering his first spanking since his childhood. This time, it had not been his Dad, but his little brother he instinctively surrendered to, and accepting Timmy’s superiority… even as he refused to “admit it.”

All the sex talk was making Kyle too excited. Of course, that was part of Timmy's plan. Kyle’s athletic Marine body had been squirming like that of a sex slut. Kyle never realized that Timmy was doing all the erotic teasing as a plan. They were supposed to take turns teasing each other, but Kyle was lost in the receiving end of all the incredible erotic sensations he was getting. Why would he interrupt Timmy? Kyle’s eyes were closed. He was in a fabulous daze of erotic bliss, mindlessly moaning quietly.

Kyle didn’t notice when Timmy slipped one finger under Kyle’s balls to tickle big bro’s ass hole, at least on the ass lips. So, with one hand, he slowly pumped Kyle’s dick, and with the other, he was now wiggling his finger at big bro’s ass door. Kyle was so engrossed in pleasure that he didn’t know Timmy was cheating by working only Kyle’s dick and not touching his own. What a wicked, evil cheater Timmy is, but he was getting away with it.

In his dream-like state, Kyle visualized his little brother fucking him when he was bent over his bike seat. Involuntarily, Kyle was moving his hips up and down by tightening and relaxing his glutes slowly and continuously. Kyle was unwittingly humping that fully inserted finger into the Marine’s hungry asshole. “Ahhhhhh.”

Timmy whispered, “You need to get fucked, don’t you?”

“Ahhhhh…” And there you go. Timmy’s authority over big bro was to merely get Kyle charged up erotically. What a dumb fuck jock. Like all jock bone heads, his dick overpowered reason and will.

Timmy pushed and ground rhythmically and sensed his brother's meat swelling more and more. Desperately, Kyle placed his hands on Timmy’s exposed chest. "Oh yeah, dude," Timmy laughed. "Don't let me do all the work.”

Kyle then placed his mouth on Timmy’s nipple and began licking and then sucking.

"Yeah, brother, suck my tit," Timmy commanded. "Now, isn’t that better than a bitch sow’s utter?”

“Mmmmppfhhh," Kyle replied meekly.

“Yeah, no fucking whore cunt like Mindi, or anyone else with a pussie, can replace me, right bro?”

"Stop, that's enough! I quit. This is bullshit," Kyle said firmly. He didn’t like his girlfriend to be insulted, even though they were no longer a couple. It’s all a part of the tug-a-war orchestrated by little bro.

To shut his brother up, Timmy’s mouth closed over his brother's, and his tongue danced inside the jock’s sexy mouth. Simultaneously he removed his finger from Kyle’s ass and playfully tickled-tortured Kyle’s sweaty armpits. Kyle knew he was going down. He had been too close to the edge for a safe return. The brat was all over him, kissing, biting, squeezing, and tickling. His body wanted relief, and he could not put up any substantial resistance. "Fuck, yeah." he moaned in resignation.

“Slide your ass forward a bit,” Timmy whispered. And Kyle mindlessly obeyed. Now Kyle’s body was leaning back against the chair. Without a moment’s hesitation, Timmy stood up, pressed his belly against Kyle’s chest, and slid down, planting his ass over Kyle’s towering dick.

“Ahhhhh… Ahhhh… Ahhhhhh…”

“Yeah, fuck your little bro!” Timmy told him in a low, husky voice. Then he kissed Kyle deeply, and their tongues were probing and rampaging throughout each other's mouths.

“I hope you kids are playing nice there,” their mother called out after looking up. But returned quickly to her intense conversation. “My sons are finally getting along so well, Margie. It makes me proud.”

Then Mom called out, “By the way, Kyle, you spend way too much time chasing girls. Every time you visit home, you talk about a different hussy. They're going to be your downfall. The little one does do that. He concentrates on what’s important. You should take after your baby brother. And, by the way, show him some respect.”

Kyle, hearing his mom’s support of Timmy and that he should obey the “little one,” caused him to be on the verge of explosion. As Timmy continued to kiss, he used his sharp fingernails to pinch Kyle's nipples, and he did it hard, not letting go.

“AAAAHHHHH,” and Kyle blasted off, spurt after massive spurt into little bro’s ass.

Timmy kept squeezing his ass muscles, milking the last drops of Marine juice from Kyle. Timmy whispered, “I win. You lose. I win you.” And after a minute, he quickly rose up to stand naked in front of big bro, except for his shirt with its back flap hanging down over his bare ass.

Timmy, noticing the women were not looking their way, quickly ushered his dazed Marine up from the chair, out of the kitchen, and down the hall to his room.

“Well, looks like I won.” He repeated. “You shot your load like a horny fag bitch. My dick is still hard,” Timmy said as he removed his shirt. Now, both brothers were utterly naked. Kyle was confused, or he pretended to be. He didn’t want to admit he loved his little brother’s in-charge attitude.

“Now, how about I fuck you? Will it be up your muscle asshole or down your hungry throat?”

“I… I… um… I…“ Kyle was torn. He could not say.

Timmy looked at his big bro’s colossal erection, which never went down. He leaned over and used a fingertip to trace idly around the sensitive, twitching mushroom head. “Well... I’m waiting for an answer, Lance Corporal Kyle Henderson of the U.S. Marine.”

“AAAHHHHH! Whatever.”

“Ok, so it does not matter to you if I fuck your ass or your throat, or… don’t fuck you at all. Correct?

“No, OK, you can fuck me.”

“I know I can fuck you if I want, Kyle, I’m asking for what you want.”


“Seems like you’re not very energetic about getting fucked. Fine. OK, I’ll get dressed and leave you be.” He started to get some fresh clothes out of his dresser.

“No. Please, Timmy. Don’t leave.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“You can fuck me as you wish.”

“I already know that. I can fuck you anytime, anyplace, or not at all.” And he started to step into clean underwear.

“OK, ok, I want you to fuck me. OK? I said it.”

“Not very convincing, bro.”


“Oh, big strong muscle-build US Marine is getting testy, is he?”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“So, does my big brother want a fucking? Or… NEED a fucking?” Timmy continued to touch Kyle’s now bobbing dick, teasing it slowly with a single fingertip.

“AAAAHHHHHH! Please, for God’s sake. Please, Timmy, I need a fucking. Please use me. Oh God! Please fucking use my holes.”

Timmy just looked at his big bro, not saying anything. Wanting him to plead further. “FOR FUCK’S SAKE! PLEASE FUCKING USE ME! PLEASE! USE MY ASSHOLE. USE MY MOUTH HOLE, I NEED YOU SO MUCH! FUCKING USE ME, PLEASE!”

“Oh, that’s interesting. You realize,” Timmy spoke quietly and calmly, “a muscleman like you can easily punch my lights out in a single blow. You can just push me to the floor and jerk yourself off and leave, never to be bothered by me, your little skinny, twink baby brother. So, why don’t you just fucking beat yourself off?”

“You… you… won’t… ah… let me.” Kyle was nearly in tears.

“Ah, and there you have it. The truth. You need me, don’t you?” Timmy petted Kyle’s head as he spoke softly. MY big bro, a muscled-bound, 6’1”, 230-pound US Marine, needs his twinky, nerdy baby brother to control him, to give him permission.”

“Yes, please,” Kyle whispered.

“You need me to fuck your ass?” Timmy coached.


“To fuck your throat?”


“To control you.”


“You need to please me?”


“To make love to me?”

“But we are brothers, I… I….”

“What? You can’t say you need to make love to me? To embrace me? To kiss me… all willingly?” This is the endpoint Timmy was leading him to.

Kyle was just staring, thinking, looking confused. Wondering how to answer. Then, “OK.”

“Well, you don’t communicate very well, do you? But actions do speak louder than words. First, I will let you kiss me.”

“Ah… OK.”

“I will let you start with kissing my ass. My asshole. You remember doing that before. If you can please my asshole better this time, we can go further.”

“Ah… well… OK?”

“So lay on your back and get ready to work my asshole lovingly and with a purpose. And do it like it’s the most important task you can ever do. You have one chance - this chance - to obey and please me, or… I’m out of here.”

Kyle laid back on the bed and waited for his little brother to sit on his face. Timmy got on the bed beside him but did not move further. “If you’re waiting for me to sit on your mouth and force you to rim me, it’s not happening.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re a big, strong, muscle man. I’m only 120 pounds, I’m here, right beside you. So, grab my hips, and lift my skinny body over your face to line up my asshole onto your wide-open mouth. Yes, you want me to control you, use you, abuse you? Then you must show me how much you want every part of me.” He paused. “And, I want to hear you moan with delight and plead for more.”

Kyle did not want to lick anyone’s asshole. Yes, he did it once before with Timmy, but that was a very different circumstance. That was when he thought his long-time girlfriend was outside the open window, in earshot, and Timmy threatened to call her inside while they were naked and sexual in the bedroom. If Timmy did that back then, he’d be exposed as a degenerate sex molester of a minor, his baby brother! He’d be disgraced. He’d be tossed out of the family, out of the military, and into a jail cell. Back then, he had no choice.

Now, there was no threat. In fact, Kyle could get what he always said he wanted, to be left alone by his baby brother. To be free to date all the women he desired. What’s that saying? ‘Be careful what you wish for.’ Kyle could just refuse, get up and leave. End of story. But… Timmy had presented a powerful demonstration of lust and sexual wonder. It was incredible! It’s not that Timmy was the great Master, but he did expose Kyle to gay sex and all kinds of erotic behavior and sensations, which hooked big bro by the balls, big time.

There was one other component of Kyle’s surrender that grabbed his interest. Submissiveness. For the first time in his life, this muscle jock was being overpowered by his little brother. He felt like he was being made to obey, to be used, to be a sex toy, or, as Timmy stressed, to be his gay lover. He was being manipulated into a weird but erotically pleasing behavior.

Kyle’s dilemma was that he did not want to give up Mindi, not because he was terribly attracted to her, but because she gave him cover to pretend to be 100% straight. And, he did not want to give little Timmy because he gave him the real prospect of a wonderful erotic life.

Kyle sighed and gave way to the immediate demands of his boner’s desires. He surrendered to his 15-year-old twink baby brother. He looked at the naked twerp and with both strong hands, lifted the boy’s ass over his mouth.

Timmy did nothing to help. He simply sat in those big, strong hands held up by those muscular arms. Again, it was the boy’s rim-chair-like “throne.” Then Kyle lowered his arm so that his elbows rested on the mattress. His forearms were like the sturdy legs of the “chair.” Now Timmy’s cute little tight ass was securely set on Kyle’s lips. All Kyle needed to do was open his mouth.

Big bro was hesitant. Timmy had learned what he needed to do to encourage him. From his “hand-formed” rim seat, his feet rested on Kyle’s chest, right on those mounded pecs.

Kyle knew what was coming. It took months, but he now came to realize that he could not resist the “little one’s” prurient, lewd seduction. Kyle whisper-begged, “Please don’t.” It was hard to speak clearly with little bro’s ass lips resting on his lips.

Timmy curled his toes and lightly scrapped his nails across Kyle’s nipples.

“AAAAHHHH. Please don’t, Timmy, please…”

And then it started. Those toenails grabbed onto Kyle’s nipple nubs and, at first, just held them in his toe-grasp. Timmy used to just quickly pinch, pull, slap, punch. But he acquired a powerful tool to tear down musclemen, at least this one. Timmy learned to mind-fuck Kyle by filling him with uncontrollable, boner-building anticipation. He did nothing hastily. No, he tortured Kyle by making him wait. He held off his impending seductive attacks for a long time. Hell, neither he nor Kyle were going anywhere. Hopeless, Kyle’s only recourse was to plead and beg for his little brother to use and abuse him. The muscled Marine wanted to yell, “JUST FUCKING DO SOMETHING! GOD DAMN IT PLEASE!”

As if Timmy could read that thought, he began to massage and pull on those nipples with his toes. Actually, it was not big bro’s thought he was reading. It was Kyle’s trembling body, quivering dick, and moaning grunts that signaled his complete and desperate capitulation.

Kyle thought, “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” BINGO! Kyle’s tongue snaked out and began licking Timmy’s 15-year-old ass crack. Up and down, slowly, teasingly, remaining silent as he executed his plan Masterfully and patiently.

Timmy raked and scratched those nipples until they piqued like tiny mountains. Kyle licked the boy’s ass crack more vigorously but still did not penetrate Timmy’s asshole with his tongue.


Kyle’s dick grew to its full 9-inch length as he licked Timmy’s ass crack. “AAAAAHHHH!”

Kyle Submits to his baby Brother

Part 5 of 5

From Yersterday: Kyle laid back on the bed and waited for his little brother to sit on his face. Timmy got on the bed beside him but did not move further. “If you’re waiting for me to sit on your mouth and force you to rim me, it’s not happening.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re a big, strong, muscle man. I’m only 120 pounds, I’m here, right beside you. So, grab my hips, and lift my skinny body over your face to line up my asshole onto your wide-open mouth. Yes, you want me to control you, use you, abuse you? Then you must show me how much you want every part of me.” He paused. “And, I want to hear you moan with delight and plead for more.”

Kyle did not want to lick anyone’s asshole. Yes, he did it once before with Timmy, but that was a very different circumstance. That was when he thought his long-time girlfriend was outside the open window, in earshot, and Timmy threatened to call her inside while they were naked and sexual in the bedroom. If Timmy did that back then, he’d be exposed as a degenerate sex molester of a minor, his baby brother! He’d be disgraced. He’d be tossed out of the family, out of the military, and into a jail cell. Back then, he had no choice.

Kyle thought, “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” BINGO! Kyle’s tongue snaked out and began licking Timmy’s 15-year-old ass crack. Up and down, slowly, teasingly, remaining silent as he executed his plan Masterfully and patiently.

Continuing: But, then, nothing. No toe molesting. Those toes were still. They touched Kyle's massive bobbing dick but no longer teased it. Nothing.

Time to kick it up a notch. Timmy stretched out his legs, placed each of his bare feet on each side of Kyle’s quivering dick, and held them there. But just held them still.

Kyle began to buck and twist his body to get Timmy to erotically tease him. He used his hands to wiggle and shake Timmy’s ass but kept it on his lips. Nothing. Kyle moaned and groaned loudly. Nothing. Finally, he begged, “Please. Timmy?” As he said that, Kyle licked his lips, which felt like an asshole kiss to Timmy.

Timmy responded with a tiny reward by rubbing Kyle’s dick with the soles of his feet. But soon stopped.

Kyle poked at the boy’s ass lips again. And again, Timmy rubbed his dick for maybe five sections.

Kyle pushed his tongue in a tad, like just half an inch. And Timmy rubbed Kyle’s dick up and down and all over. Then stopped.

No one said Kyle was a quick learner, but eventually, Kyle inserted his dick and left it there. Timmy erotically used his bare feet to lightly tickle and touch the towering dick.

Timmy stopped. “I don’t hear you moaning with pleasure.”

“AAAAHHHHH!’ and mumbled as he rimmed, “OH FUCK! WOW! Thank you, Master.” Kyle groaned, and Timmy worked on the Marine’s twitching, bobbing dick continuously. Then he reached down and pinched and pulled on Kyle’s tits at the same time.

“AAAAAHHHHH!” Kyle sounded a muffled scream as his body went into a state of uncontrollable bucking and jerking. All the while rimming Timmy’s hot asshole deeply. Now it was Kyle, all on his own, who craved to eat Timmy’s asshole. Now that Timmy manipulated Kyle into giving him a wonderful ass eating,

he sat back, leaned back in the comfort of Kyle’s big, firm hands, and smiled at his training success. From this point on, the boy only used his toes lightly to play with Kyle’s bobbing dick. Just a slight touch here and there with a single big toe kept the 6’1’, 230-pound muscled Marine under his total control.

“Knock. Knock. Knock.” It was more of a polite taping on the bedroom door. “Timmy? Are you in there?”

“Yes, Mom, but I can’t answer the door now.” Neither boy stopped what he was doing. Timmy kept up his teasing toe-to-dick-touching, and Kyle… well, I doubt if Kyle even heard his mother. He continued to eat out little bro’s ass as he moaned loudly.

“Is Kyle with you?”


“Your Aunt Margie is leaving. Do you boys want to come out to say goodbye?” Why in the world was their mom talking through the closed but unlocked door? She could have quickly just opened it to speak to her son. Maybe she did want to interrupt them.

“Ah, We can’t right now. I’m helping Kyle build up his big muscle so he won’t be cuming too soon.” It was an odd answer, but their mom dismissed it.

“Dear? I hear moaning in there. Is everything OK”

“Yes, Mom, it’s just Kyle eating something delicious. He’s enjoying himself eating out his special treat.”

Kyle felt humiliated as he started paying more attention to Timmy’s conversation with their mom. It was such a fucking embarrassing turn-on. “AAAAHHHHH!?

“Well, OK, dear.” Then she added, “And Kyle, you make sure you treat your brother right. You hear me?”

Timmy nudged Kyle. “Mom wants to know if I’m treating you good?” He switched the question around.

”What! Oh… yes… Mom.” Kyle told her. “Timmy is so wonderful. He is smart, clever, and Masterful. He is my special baby brother, and I will do whatever he tells me from now on.”

It’s still weird that she didn’t open the door to talk to them directly. “Well, OK. I’ll get Aunt Margie to come to see you boys so she can say goodbye.” Then she left to get Aunt Margie.

“Kyle, Mom, and Aunt Magie will be in in a minute to see you.” Timmy was kidding him, of course. He wouldn't let that happen, but he wanted to mind-fuck big bro. “When they enter, don’t stop eating out my ass. I’m sure these ladies will just love seeing their big hunky Marine naked with his tongue up my asshole.”

A moment later, the doorknob rattled a bit, “Hold on, Kyle’s not dressed.”


“Ah, ya, right now Kyle’s naked because I am helping him work out a very still muscle.” Timmy giggles.


“Yes, you know how big his muscles are,” Timmy giggled more, “Well, he has this very stiff muscle. It’s twitching and jerking all by itself.

“Oh dear. Do you want me to rub it? I’ll come in and help. But let me get some liniment first.”

“No, thanks Mom, Timmy giggled. “I’m kneading it with my foot, and that muscle is feeling wonderful. Tell them, Kyle.”

“AAAAHHHHHH! Oh, yes, Mom. I developed a really stiffy. It’s the one muscle that was twitching uncontrollably, and Timmy is working on it for me. He's using his foot. He is doing it perfectly, I’ll be fine.”

“Ya, Mom, say goodbye to Aunt Margie. I’ll take care of my big brother with the aching muscle.”

“OK, alright, boys. Let me know if you need anything.” The ladies walked away.

“Kyle, put me down.” He placed Timmy gently on the bed next to him. “I am so pleased with you. You learned to lick, suck, rim, and make wonderful love to my asshole.” The little one began to pet Kyle’s hair. As if he were a big puppy. “I am so pleased with you, my sweet love. My precious big Marine stud.”

Kyle was in shock. He tried to speak, “Timmy… I… I… “ but just broke out in tears. He blubbered softly like a baby. His little brother had said the kindest words. Little bro was petting him, rubbing his tan naked body, hugging him tenderly. No female ever displayed such love and compassion for him. Kyle’s dick was bobbing and twitching, but… for the first time in Kyle’s life, he was not concerned about his dick. Likely, he didn’t realize it was begging for erotic touches.

“Yes, my love. Finally, you are mine.” Timmy leaned over and kissed Kyle. Big bro eagerly parted his lips and projected his tongue into Timmy’s mouth. Timmy was cooing, Kyle was moaning. Both dicks were spasming, yet they remained untouched and unplacated.

The brothers kissed passionately, each rubbing their hands over the other’s body caringly. After a few minutes, Timmy pulled back and whispered, “Open your mouth.” Kyle did. Timmy let his spit ooze onto Kyle’s tongue. Kyle did not recoil. He remained with his mouth wide open as little bro used the Marine’s mouth as a spittoon.

Kyle had stopped fighting. He was no longer torn between outwardly pretending he was straight and his deep, inner need to submit to his little 15-year-old, 120-pound baby brother.

“I am so pleased with you. I’m going to give you an extraordinary treat.” Kyle’s face lit up. “I’m going to let you give me a tongue bath. You will start at my toes and work your way up my body. You will do it in the most gentle, loving way you can. As you use your mouth to kiss and lick every part of me, you will also use your hand to lightly caress me at the same time. No rushing. Be gentle, thorough, and caring. Do understand.”

Kyle could not believe his ears. He felt such warmth and love from Timmy. He started to sob lightly. In his most sincere and genuine tone, he spoke, “Oh, fuck. Oh, thank you. There is nothing more I would love to do than to please you. I loved you, little bro. I am so happy. I am so lucky. What a fantastic honor. Oh, thank you so much, Timmy. May I begin?”

“One more thing, as you work up VERY slowly from my toes to my hips, which you will take, say, 30 minutes to do, you may moan with pleasure, but only if your feelings are sincere. No faking, no pretending…. anymore.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, when you get o my balls and dick,” he gestured to his fully erect dick, “You see how ready I am to climax?”

“Ah, yes, Sir.”

“You will not cause me to climax. Understood.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want to save that load for you. After my bath, I’m going to fuck your brains out when I fuck your muscle ass. I’m going to plow you until you are on the verge of insanity. So, if you cause me to climax, you will not get my load, and you will not get fucked… for at least one month.”

“Ah Sir, I… I… promise I..”

“I taught you how to make love to my asshole, and you did very well. Now you must learn how to kiss, lick, nibble, tease, and suck every part of my body. This is your lesson now.”

“Oh fuck, Sir! Yes, please. I’m a disciplined Marine. I can obey. I promise I’ll...”

“One more thing. I am in total charge of you and in everything you do. Is this absolutely clear?”

“Oh, Yes, Sir!”

“EXCEPT… when you give a tongue bath.”

“Sir? I don’t understand?”

“When you give me a bath and work on my balls, dick, perineum, and ass, you may drive me to want to climax. Hopefully, you will be that good. YOU WILL NOT ALLOW ME TO CLIMAX. It is the only time when you will use your strength, talents, and ability to edge me to the max. I may, because I know myself, grab your head and try to force you onto my cock. I may yell at you to suck my dick and swallow my load immediately. I may command you to tease me beyond my limit, to trick you into making me shoot. YOU WILL NOT LET THAT HAPPEN. You see my huge balls?” Kyle smiled and was impressed. “They can hold a ton of cum. You will ignore my demands to climax me, and proceed to edge me to near climax and back at least 5 times. This is the only way I, or more precisely, YOU, can fill my balls to the max. It will be your special treat when I will plow your big muscled ass.”


“You will learn to read my body. If you fail to prevent my climax, you will not get fucked for a full month. Clear?” Timmy smiled at Kyle, wanting to warn him but not freak him out.

Kyle thought that was a frightening diatribe. Yet, as he took it all in, Kyle took it as a reasonable challenge. He would be watchful and learn how his little brother responded to his every touch, every lick, every nibble. Yes. He could and would do this for his wonderful little Master.


“Yes, Sir.”

“First, give your lover a kiss,” Timmy instructed. And they locked mouths for a few minutes, engaging in heavy petting. It was the most genuine, passionate kiss they had ever exchanged. There was no longer any resistance in Kyle. Even more, Kyle truly loved and wanted his mighty little brother to be his… whatever. Timmy calmly told Kyle when their mouths parted, “Now, to the toes.”

Timmy laid back on the bed, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was ready to be seduced. Kyle began gently touching his little brother's skinny body, moving his hands all over from his toes to his head and back to his toes. He started slowly licking, worshipping these wonderful, sexy toes. He was thorough licking around, in between, and then sucking each one. Kyle began oozing precum, and his body trembled. He was moaning. It was natural. He was surprised that just whipping Timmy’s feet was such a huge turn-on.

He had to stop for just a moment, so his dick would calm down. FUCK! Kyle had the weirdest thought, “Why am I getting turned-on by licking and pleasing my little brother? I’m not even touching my own dick.” How is he going to lick, suck, and nibble each part of Timmy's body if he can’t even calm his dick at the start?

Slowly, Kyle worked his way up Timmy’s body, progressing toward his Master’s ridged dick. He began licking the balls and behind the balls and even snaked his long tongue out to try to reach the boy’s asshole.

Then Kyle stared at Timmy's dick, and he formed a plan of attack. First, he licked all sides like an ice cream cone. It was amazing. He could not resist placing his entire mouth on it, suckling it, and massaging it with his tongue. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Master Timmy had an awesome dick. He mindlessly sucked harder. Kyle closed his eyes and made his tongue dance all around Timmy’s pole. Instantly, the boy shook his hips, he started pumping his dick into Kyle’s mouth. Timmy’s warning about his tendency to climax uncontrollably, was Kyle listening?

Timmy bucked his hip harder, “Suck my dick. God damn it! Suck me off, NOW!!”

Kyle was too aggressive, and the boy was losing it. Timmy grabbed Kyle’s head and began pulling him down hard onto the demanding dick. Kyle must have forgotten the rules. Timmy pulled on Kyle's ears to get him to suck harder.

Then, Kyle realized he fucked up. Immediately he pulled his mouth off Timmy’s dick and used his strong hands to grab Timmy’s wrists and firmly held his hands to his sides, about a foot out from Timmy’s hips on each side. Kyle’s vice grip hands were like metal cuffs, securing his small wrists to the bed. Once Kyle saw he was now in control of Timmy’s body, he again licked the boy’s bobbing shaft, avoiding the tip.

“You fucker! Suck me off, now!” But now that Kyle realized what he needed to do, he ignored his Master’s demands. Kyle maintained total control of Timmy’s hands, and with Kyle’s strength, those hands were staying put. Kyle moved in to lick the underside of those big – soon-to-be-full- balls. He licked, always slowly, with a better understanding of the carefully-applied tactics that were required.

Timmy yelled, “Stop with my balls and start sucking me off. I promise I won’t punish you. I’ll reward you if you let me climax.” Timmy was a good trainer, but Kyle was an observant trainee. No way was he going to listen to orders now shouted out by the boy Master.

“You fucker! Don’t you listen? Why won’t you obey me? Please, Kyle. Please let me climax.” Now, for the first time, Kyle heard his boy Master begging. It was wonderful in an odd way.

Kyle was narrowly focused. He was a Marine. He knew how to follow orders! He was not listening to Timmy’s rants. He only watched the boy’s body movements so he could tell when the boy was getting too close to shooting - and he’d back off. Just as he was instructed to do. What was his mission? He was to bring Timmy to near climax at least 5 times? He could do this. That was one.

Timmy began to use his skinny legs to try to push Kyle’s body one way or the other to try to, somehow, get Kyle’s mouth back in his dick. Kyle’s massive muscular body was not moving. However, to quill Timmy’s attempts, he simply placed his knees inside Timmy’s thighs and pushed his knees outward, forcing Timmy’s legs sharply out to each side. Kyle’s sheer weight immobilized Timmy. His hands were grip-secured out from his hips, and his legs were now forced and held outward as well. Timmy was perfectly helpless. Now Kyle could slowly, patiently lick the joint creases where the thighs joined the trunk.

Those creases turned out to be Timmy’s most ticklish stops. Who would have known that? That’s why Kyle needed to explore and test every area of his boy Master’s body. After all, this was likely not a one-time thing. Kyle wondered how many times in the future he would be “ordered” to edge Timmy to the point of insanity. How, yeah… fun, big time.

As Kyle licked both these joint creases, Timmy began to giggle. But at the same time, Timmy’s dick began to jerk and twitch. Kyle was paying close attention. As he tickle-licked, he watched Timmy’s dick do his flicking dance. Then, Kyle reached his head up and placed his tongue on the tip of Timmy’s waving dick.

“AAAAHHHHH! You fucking son of a bitch! Suck me off! I CUMING. I’M ALMOST THERE. I command you to…”

Kyle backed off. That was the second near climax. Kyle was getting better. He was learning and enjoying erotically torturing his skinny little 120# boy Master. He, too, let out a giggle once in a while. Especially when Timmy was just about to shoot. Just there. Right there, ready to pull the trigger. And… nothing. Kyle would watch the dick bob and weave, dance up and down. He was amazed, mesmerized. It was so much fun, especially after he got the hang of it. Fortunately (or is it, unfortunately), Kyle will make no mistakes from now on. Yeah, he giggled each time he saw his boy Master’s dick do the twitchy-jerky.

The forced edging – the erotic torture - was to last 30 minutes, but it went on for an hour and a half. Timmy was staring at the ceiling, drooling saliva and a bit embarrassed. Kyle let him come down. It only took a few minutes, and Timmy was all nicely boned up and ready to fuck.

“Did I do OK? Sir?”

Timmy thought he did fabulous but would not say that, “Oh, well, for the first time, you did OK, but I’ll train you to be better.”

“Thank you, sir.” Kyle knew he performed perfectly.

“Come here and kiss me.” Again, the brothers loved to kiss and hug. Timmy was doing something weird – not that he ever did anything… not weird – he was kissing Klye, holding into him with one arm in a tight embrace, and with his other hand, playing with Kyle’s overly sensitive 9-inch dick. Kyle tried to gently pull back, to signal he was about to shoot, but Timmy continued their kiss and holding him close. Kyle moaned unto his baby Master as he shot his load. Still, Timmy kissed and held him. And pulled back.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I shot.”

“Yes, just as I wanted you to. He looked down at his palm full of Kyle’s cum and raised his hand to the Marine’s face. “Lick it up,” Timmy confidently whispered.

This was another bridge too far. Some people are just not into consuming their own cum. But Kyle put his face into the gunk and lapped it up like a big puppy.

“There you go. That was your appetizer, now for the main course.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Give me your mouth.” Kyle leaned over and opened his mouth. “Now, I’m going to stick my dick into your mouth, and you will not suck it, or lick it or even close your mouth around it. Understand?”

“Ah… yes, sir.” Kyle was confused but obeyed.

Then Timmy inserted his fully hard and twitching dick into Kyle’s mouth as. Kyle obeyed by doing nothing. “I’m going to massage your throat.” Timmy slowly pushed his dick further into Kyle’s gaping mouth. A 7-inch dick may not be huge, but it was big and long enough to reach Klye’s throat.

“HAAAAAAA.” Kyle moaned, and he started to gag.

“Don’t gag. Stay calm.” Kyle did, and Timmy moved his dick around inside Kyle’s warm wet mouth and kept poking all around his throat, intentionally prompting gag reflexes. Timmy wanted to push his new man lover. Kyle tried to hold back gagging, and it took a while to achieve calm. The boy Master was so pleased.

Time to push further. Timmy completely plugged the opening of the Marine’s throat and cut off his air. Kyle was startled. Timmy gave Kyle an intense star into Kyle’s eyes, signaling that he better not resist. It’s a tactic to build trust. Kyle pulled back a little but then realized he’s best to obey. Actually, Kyle wanted to obey.

Timmy was, once again, impressed. Kyle allowed his 15-year-old baby brother to stop his breathing.

“Good boy, such a good boy.” Timmy maintained his dick plug. Kyle remained nervous but calm. Again, “Good boy.” Then Timmy removed his dick.

“OK, big bro, I want you on your back. That’s the most submissive position, remember that.” Kyle lay flatly on his back. “Now, jam a couple pillows under your hips.” He did, which caused his ass to be uplifted. “Perfect. Now raise your legs. I want you to grab your legs and place them so your knees are touching your chest.” And there it was, the most beautiful asshole, all stretched out and ready for a good fucking.

“Actually, and this is difficult for a big muscle man like you. Pull your knees closer by placing them on the mattress between your chest and your upper arms. Try to get your knees into your armpits. I want to see your ass lifted and on full display for me.”

It was a struggle for muscleman Kyle to fold his bulky body this way, but he did it. Being folded made it difficult for him to expand his chest to breathe, but he managed. It seemed like Timmy had a plan. He saw a S and M video on GayTies.com where the DOM not only wanted his sub to be obedient but to accept discomfort in the process.

Now Kyle’s ass was pointing to “facing” the ceiling. Timmy could not believe how well Kyle was cooperating. This was a mix of true love and true erotic pleasure.

“OK. I think you are ready for your reward,” The boy Master got into position close to the Marine’s upturned ass, pointed his dick downward and stuck it into Kyle’s asshole. He went slowly and gently. Not because he was afraid he’d cause Kyle physical pain, but because he wanted to cause Kyle frustrating, torturous agony. Moving slowly made Kyle shake his body to hurry up Timmy’s promised hard fucking. But, it was not for Kyle to demand. The more Kyle struggled, the slower Timmy moved his dick

“Please fuck me hard, sir. I need it hard.”

“But I want it slow. So how should I fuck you?’

“AAAAHHHHH, slowly, sir.”

“Well, thank you, but I don’t need your permission to enjoy myself.”

“AAAAAHHHHH! Sir, but I think I’m going to climax. Sorry sir,

Yes, Kyle's dick was huge again and bobbing, jerking. “Well, if you climax, I get up and leave, I’ll shut you out of my life for 30 days.” He paused. “Would you like my help? Do you want me to slap you hard in the balls?”

“AAAAHHHH Oh fuck, Please. Please do it quickly. I’m… I’m… I’m…”

“SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!” It wasn’t that hard, but Kyle’s need to climax was abated.

“OH, fuck, OUCH! Thank you so much, Sir.”

“See. There you go. Now, how would you like me to continue?” It wasn’t really a question.

“Please take your time. Fuck me as slow as possible.”

“Good boy.” Timmy, who had been fucking Kyle’s ass slowly, now went even slower.

“AAAAHHH! Oh, thank you, sir. Please enjoy yourself.”

Loving his older brother’s total capitulation, Timmy sped up his thrusting. Harder and harder, deeply shoving his dick into Kyle’s hungry hole. Harder! Deeper! Kyle’s dick was jerking and seeping precum all on its own. Since Kyle was holding his own heavy legs up and out of the way, Timmy’s hands were free to “bring it home,” so to speak. The boy Master reached down and pinched Kyle’s nipples Hard. He used his fingernails to bite painfully into the tits unrelentingly. He plowed that Marine ass and squeezed those marine nipples as firmly as a 15-year-old boy could do.


Timmy was unrelenting, jamming and thrusting, shaking the bed. The headboard was banging against the wall.

”Knock. Knock. Knock. “You boys, OK? I hear a noise?” Mom called out. This time, Timmy was a little upset that he didn’t lock the door. He definitely did not want to be disturbed, especially by his mother.

Timmy kept up his pounding of Kyle’s ass. But with one hand still pinching Kyle’s nipple, he now placed one hand over Kyle’s mouth to try to muffle his profanities.

“We’re OK, Mom,” Timmy yelled back. “I'm just using a hammer to nail Kyle. I mean his pictures.

“Ok, dear, but are you nailing straight?” A pause, “Do you want your father to come in and help nail him up.”

“No, mom. It’s hard work, but I have a heavy tool here. I’m nailing him up good. I have to pound really hard to penetrate the stud.” The headboard continued to bang in rhythm.

“Your father has a stud finder. Do you need him to bring it up?”

Timmy giggled quietly, “No, Mom, I found my stud, and it is just as big and hard as I expected. I know how to use my tool. I’m hammering away at this rigid stud just fine. Don’t worry. We’ll be at completion soon, Mom. Go back to what you were doing.”

“OK, Well, alright, just be sure your brother is hung properly. And, for Pete’s sake, don’t damage the stud.”

“Yes, Mom,” Timmy said as he continued pinching and “hammering” Kyle.

“FUCK! FUCK! AAAAHHHH!” And both brothers blasted “gallons” of cum, with most of it coming from Timmy’s long-pent-up balls unloading into Kyle’s receptive asshole. The brothers had a good belly laugh as they reflected on their Mom’s conversation. It was hilarious. “You may lower your legs now, my big stud.” As they calmed down, Timmy collapsed onto Kyle. Their mouth, almost like magnets, connected to each other. Their kisses now always included tonguing as they held onto each other and gently embraced and caressed each other.

The brothers came up with rules for their hopefully stable relationship. Yes, both participated in establishing the rules, of which there are two. After all, for this to work, Kyle had to buy in 100%, and he did.

1. Kyle could do whatever he wanted while away on the Marine base. His life was his. No requirements, no reporting, no judgments.

2. When Kyle is home, he has no independent life. He is all Timmy’s.

Kyle thought it was a great setup. He’d have Timmy on his monthly weekend home and then experience total freedom and live it up while away for three weeks. Big bro thought he’d enjoy his freedom on base immensely. But during his time on base, he only thought about getting back to his boy Master. His life now centered around his little 120-pound, twink brother. Both felt that was a good thing. They kissed again, romantically, as they felt each other up.

“Now, let’s take a selfie,” Timmy said. “I want you to have a photo of us to keep at your base.” Then he joked, “Feel free to share it with your Marine buddies.

“I love you, my big-muscled, ass-licking, cock-sucking, fagot, slave stud.”

“I love you too, my demanding skinny, bitch-fucking, little twerp, boy Master.”

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