Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 20:03:59 -0700
From: FoxBarking <foxbarking@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dumb Jock's Younger Brothers Chapter Two

Disclaimer: The same as always.  This story contains sexual humiliation
directed to a boy from his younger brother.  It also contais a rarely used
humiliation aspect called "Large Penis Humiliation. Please don't read it if
you don't want to or if you are not supposed to.  All characters and events
in this story are completely fictional.

Dumb Jock's Younger Brothers Chapter 2

The day Terry first became invoved in my humilation was more intense than
anything I had ever experienced before.  The butt plug spanking was a
regular part of my punishment.  Early on in my torment, Jess had introduced
butt plugs to me as a way of amplifying the spankings.  With the plug
insert, each paddle on my ass quickly forced the plug in and out of me a
little bit.  Although it was a regular punishment, it wasn't constant and I
believed honestly that Jess had only inserted it to add extra humiliation
on the first day of Terry being in on my punishment.

Things changed dramatically as soon as Jess brought Terry in on my
humiliation.  Before then, although I had been completely subservient to
Jess, I still treated Terry like a little brother.  Moving forward, I was
the younger brother to a boy a year younger than me and a boy two years
younger than he. Both boys made me very aware of this.

Before Terry became involved, Jess acted like there was never anything more
disgusting that touching my dick.  Although this did not exactly change,
Jess did take a more hands on approach to me.  Every day after school, I
had to strip completely naked and go into the bathroom.  I would stand
there naked until Jess and Terry got home.  Jess would then order me to
lift one leg up and put it on the toilet.  I would obey.  Even soft, my
dick was oversized.  It hang much lower than my balls did. Jess would say
something to the extent of "Lift your garbage hose up," and I would grab
the head of my penis and pull it up and out of the way, giving Jess a clean
and unobstructed view of my ugly ball bag.  He would check out my ugly
balls and if there was any stubble, he would get the shaving cream and
razors off of the vanity.  He would prepare a warm and damp cloth.

"Drop your hose down, mule dick," Jess would say.  I would then let go of
the grotesque thing, letting it fall down against my balls.  Then, Jess
would take his fingers and start lightly flicking my hose to get it hard.
Generally it would take a minute, but eventually, my dick would start to
harden just a little bit at a time.  When it finally got to it's full 10
inches, the weight of my hose and my balls would keep it from rising high
enough to point at the ceiling.  Jess would then take the very hot wash
cloth and put it over my crotch.  My dick held it up.

On the very first one of these shaving rituals, Terry wanted to take an
active role in my torment.  Once the cloth was over my dick, he asked for
Jess's permission to slap my dick around.  Jess laughed and told Terry that
he never had to ask permission to do anything to me.  They were better
behaved and smarter boys with non deformed dicks and that gives them the
right to do whatever they wanted.

So, Terry started a pattern that would recur every single time I was to be
shaved.  He would reach out and begin swatting the dick back and forth.  I
would already be fully hard thanks to my constant orgasm denial and the
teasing that Jess had already visited upon me.  Terry would reach out and
slap the washcloth covering my dick.  My balls were always visible under
the cloth and always hung low due to the heat of the washcloth.  Terry
slapping my dick caused it to bounce around side to side first.  He
eventually would stop that and then start slapping the underside of my
dick, causing it to bounce up and down.  This was his preferred method of
tormenting me because it was caused so much more movement.  He slapped my
hose up and it would jump up and hit my abs.  My balls would bounce up and
down as well.  As my dick fell back down, he would immediately slap it
right back up to hit my chest again.  Jess always found Terry's games
amusing and therefore he always allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

One of the major changes in the routine was that Jess decided that I was
not allowed to touch my dick or balls except when he ordered me to move
them out of his way.  I wasn't allowed to take my own measurements anymore.
we, in fact, stopped taking measurements at all.

"I like watching the dumbass measure that bloated hose," Terry had
protested when Jess had determined the measurement ritual would be coming
to an end.

"It's pretty pointless," Jess had replied.  "I mean, look at the damn
thing."  I had been standing before them, naked and hard with my leg still
propped up on the toilet, awaiting my shave.  "It's already way too big to
even be remotely attractive.  If it grows at all, it's still just going to
be nasty looking."

Terry was okay with Jess's new rule simply because of the implications that
it had for me.  Not being allowed to touch my dick and my balls at all
would set me up for more possible punishments.  Having both Terry and Jess
being in charge of me would make it difficult to find moments when I could
play with my dick without getting caught (regardless of the fact that this
had actually never happened, I always tried to believe that I definitely
would get away with it one day."

Another advantage for Terry is that he was the one who was allowed to shave
me.  The preferred method was the one that I described above.  Once they
had me naked and had my cock hard and moistened, Terry would grab a can of
shaving gel.  He would first squirt an huge amount of gel onto the top of
my dick.  Then while I stood there with a a hard dick, he would lather his
hands up in gel as well.  After that. he would quickly massage the gel into
my crotch.  Terry, unlike Jess, didn't have any real aversion to touching
my dick.  He acted as disgusted by it as Jess did, but his hand was usually
a little more reluctant to be removed after he had lathered me up.  After
spreading the gel all over my pubes, his hand would then smoothly begin to
unnecessarily spread the gel on the shaft, all the way up to my huge and
ugly mushroom head.  He would twist his hand as it slid up and down my mule
dick.  Once he was done with that, he slipped his hands under my dick and
found my loose and low hangings balls.  He gentley rubbed the gel in there
as well.  I have to admit I liked the way my balls felt in his hand.  Then,
possibly to keep Jess from thanking that he actually enjoyed feeling me up,
Terry would shave me pretty quickly.  He was very careful about it and
never had any problems.

After a couple weeks of both Jess and Terry tormenting me, I was going
absolutely crazy due to not being allowed to cum.  I had very often gone a
lot longer in the past, but not since that first night with Terry.  Coming
home that day, I was ecstatic to discover that I was indeed home alone.  I
quickly ran into my bedroom and through my bookbag down on my bed.  As much
as I really wanted to play with myself, my track record suggested that I
shouldn't even consider trying it.  I waffled back and forth, wondering if
it would be worth it to even try.

Before coming to an actual conclusion, I decided to check myself out in the
mirror.  So I took my shirt off and looked at my muscles.  I was pleased.
My eyes trailed down to my jeans and I wondered if I should take them off.
If I did and I saw my cock there, it would be hard as hell not to touch it.
And if I touched it, it would be even harder not to stroke it.  worst of
all, if I started stroking it, it would nearly be impossible to keep myself
from shooting.

Before I could make a decision about anything, I heard my bedroom door
open.  Turning around, I saw Terry standing there in the doorway.  He had a
nasty little smirk on his face.

"And just what are you doing?" Terry asked.  He then chuckled.  "Or should
I be asking what you are 'planning' on doing?"

I didn't answer at first.  i simply trembled and opened my mouth.  No sound
came out at first.  That ended up worse than denying what I was planning.

Terry shook his head in mock pity.  "Drop your pants, donkey dong!" he
said, authoritatively.

i paused.  That was my second mistake.

Terry showed me the first sign of irritation that he had shown since this
began two weeks previously.  He marched over to me.  Scared, I started
fumbling with my belt, trying to win back some favor from my little
brother.  He slapped my hands from my belt.  I whimpered, scared of what
was about to happen.

"You didn't want to do it the easy way, garbage dick, so we're going to do
it the hard way."

My much smaller brother roughly pushed my back up against the wall.  He
quickl unbuckled my belt and slid it out of the loops.

"You keep your dumb jock ass up against that wall.  I'll be back in a
minute.  You so much as move and I will tell Jess that you jerked off all
the way before I got home.  You know what he's going to do to you is much
worse than me.  Don't fucking move, garbage dick!:

Terry left the room.

Although twice the size of my younger brother (hyperbolically, of course),
I was scared of Jess.  Although larger than both of my brothers, I was not
dominant at all.  Also, Jess had more than enough blackmail to show our
father, who was very homophobic AND much bigger than I was.  I had no
choice but to stand there.

After a few moments, Jess came back in with a bag of things.  "We're going
into the back yard, mule dick!" he demanded.  Before I had a chance to
respond, he grabbed the waistband of my jeans and led me out of the room.
He realy didn't have the strength to pull me with him, but I let him do it.

Terry led me through the back sliding glass doors onto the patio.

"Lean back against the wall and put your arms behind your head," Terry
demanded.  Once I did, he reached into a bag and pulled out what looked
like a box cutter.  My heart skipped and beat and some terror flooded
through me.

Terry noticed my fear and laughed.  "I'm not going to cut you, you
dumbass," he informed me, to my relief.  "But I am going to destroy those
$100 pair of jeans your wearing.  And you better remain still and keep that
garbage hose from getting hard."

Terry took the box cutters and slowly sliced my favorite pair of jeans up.
He was flipping the front of the my jeans and it scared me, but in reality
I was not in any danger whatsoever.  Terry shredded my jeans with
absolutely no problem.  Then, he ripped the tattered jeans off me, leaving
me standing there in nothing but the underwear that Jess had picked out for
me that morning: a pair of silk boxers.  Despite the fact that I was not
hard at all, my dick was clearly a huge visible lump in the crotch of the
boxers.

"Turn around and face the wall," Terry instructed me.  I did.  I felt his
hands on the legs of my boxers and he quickly pulled them down to my
ankles.  "Step out of your boxers, donkey dick!"

As I stepped out, my cock swung back and forth, fully visible.

"Turn around," Terry demanded and I did, He walked over to me, looking me
up and down, a smartass look on his face.  He looked down towards my crotch
and smiled wickedly.  "It must suck to be you.  That's the nastiest piece
of trash I have ever seen.  Have you ever seen such an ugly dick on anyone
else?"

I shook my head.  Years of torture had me believing exactly what Jess had
always said about my dick.  It was too long, too fat, too ugly and garbage.
But I didn't hate my dick.  It was my dick and before all this had started,
it had given me tons of pleasure.

Terry walked up to me and started slapping my low hanging hose around.  He
laughed, called me the normal names, insulting my dick in every way
possible.  It was vile, ugly, nasty.  In spite, or because, of the abuse,
my mule dick finally began to respond.  Hanging over my vile bag, it
started to chub up, at first getting fatter.  That was followed by it
deciding to lengthen out, getting longer.  Once it had some substantial
more size on it, it rose up.  The entire time, my little brother was
slapping it back and forth.

Once I was fully hard, naked, exposed and ashamed.  Terry took me, turned
me around and made me lean against the wall again.  He spread my legs apart
and I thought he was going to insert a butt plug in me.  Instead, it felt
like something else...something thinner.  It took just a few moments to
realizing he was sticking a vibrator in me.  When he had it most of the way
in, he stopped touching me.

"Hold that dick in," he instructed.  "It's a much better cock than that
thing you have so hold onto it as such."

I heard a lot of stuff going on behind me as I stood there with my hard
piece of garbage sticking up in the air and the nicer plastic cock deep
inside me.  Feeling that vibrator in me was more than enough to keep my own
hose at full mast.

"Great, now turn around," Terry finally instructed. I turned and my heart
sank when I realized what Terry was going to do to me.  sitting on the
patio was a large aluminum tub.  There was also a hose and a bar of soap.

"Hold that dick in your ass and move over to the tub."  It moved towards
the empty tub, doing my best to hold that vibrator in.  Once I reached the
tub, Terry stopped me.  I felt his hand on my ass and I then felt the
vibrator started up "Now sit down in that tub and make sure to keep that
dick in you."

I stepped into the tub with the vibrator working itself deep into me.  It
was completely overwhelming and it kept my dick hard.  I sat down in the
tub.

"Spread your legs."  I did.

Terry went over and grabbed the hose.  He turned it on and came back,
hosing me with water and filling up the tub.  The water was freezing and I
yelped.  That earned me a stern look from Terry and I kept quiet.  I sat
there in the tub, cold and my dick finally began to wilt.

After the tub was full, my dick had gone down about halfway.  It was under
water.  Terry laughed at me.  "Oh, Donkey dong, what happened to your trash
hose?  It fell down.  Isn't that dick in your ass enough to keep it up?"

Terry came over and sat down beside me.  He then surprised me by reaching
and and actually grabbed my hose.  Although he had fondled it when he
shaved me, this was the first time he ever just grabbed it.  Grabbing a
washcloth and soap, he soaped up my crotch.  Although it was wonderful to
have someone touching my cock in a nice way, it was still extremely cold
and extremely humiliating. Still, after a lot of manipulation, I was soon
sporting a huge boner that was sticking straight up out of the water.

As I sat there, my little brother washing me in a cold tub, naked in the
back yard playing with my ugly hard on, I never felt so exposed and
ashamed.  His hand kept sliding up and down my soapy wet cock while the
vibrator was working me completely over from the inside.  After a while, it
was too much and I actually started thrusting my hips up and down, pushing
my trash cock through his fist.

Terry chuckled.  "Well I think someone is having a good time."  I was.  I
wasn't even thinking about the cold water anymore and i didn't care that I
had a ugly and bloated cock.  I felt absolutely wonderful.  I began
thrusting more and more into my little brother's fist.  He began egging me
on, still referring to me as Donkey Dong and coming up with insult after
insult directed toward my hose and bag.  He took me to the edge and then
backed off, although I was still thrusting over and over again.  The
vibrator wasn't enough to get me out and he left me high and dry.  After a
few moments of frustration, when he was convinced I was off the edge, Terry
reached in, grabbed me by my mule dick and began slapping it again.

"Close your eyes, Donkey Dong," Terry ordered.  With the vibrator in my
ass, Terry became laying a verbal assault on me.  He came up with so many
euphemisms concerning my hose and bag.  He began whispering in my ear,
turning me on, coaxing me to cum.  He kept telling me it was all right, he
had permission.

"Concentrate on that dick in your ass," he ordered.  "Feel it shaking all
up inside you.  You're sitting here naked and hard, Mr. Big Jock getting
bathed by his little brother.  How can a guy with such a huge hose be so
less of a man.  come on, big bro, get to the edge... come on, you feel it
don't you?  There's absolutely nothing touching that piece of trash but I
can see it shaking.  You're breathing so much heavier, Donkey Dong.  You're
getting close, aren't you?  You're getting close to shooting your
disgusting slime out of that mule dick, aren't you?  You want to cum,
Donkey Dong, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Don't nod at me, Donkey Dong," Terry scolded.  "Answer me.  You want to
cum, don't you?"

"Yes, Terry, but I am not allowed!" I cried.  His words were working magic
and along with the dick in my ass, I knew an orgasm was inevitable.

"Tell me you want to cum from that ugly hose," Terry instructed.

"I want to cum badly, Terry."

Terry slapped my dick a couple times.

"That is not what I said!" He scolded.  "Tell me you want to cum from that
ugly hose."

I didn't want to admit it, but I had just reached the point of no return.
I didn't want to imagine the amount of trouble I would have been in if I
did not obey.  Sucking up all of my pride, "I want to cum from my ugly
hose!"

"Do it Donkey Dong.  Cum now." Terry was whispering.  "Grab your garbage
hose and Cum now!"

My hips started thrusting and along with some help from the vibrator, I
almost went over the edge.  I was given permission to pull myself off, so
my hand wrapped around my mule dick and pumped it the two or three times
necessary to shoot.  Right then, I heard a noise and turned around.  Terry
had moved back against the wall with an evil grin on his face.  Jess was
standing right by the door and watched as I pulled my dick twice more... I
was over the edge and couldn't stop.  Scared half to death, I pulled my
hand off my dick but it was too late.  Removing my hand, I had a ruined
orgasm as my cum splashed out of the tub.  My orgasm was ruined and I was
about to feel the wrath of my younger brother.

Note: I was quite surprised by the barrage of emails I got for this story.
A common question seems to be whether or not the main character is based on
me since I am writing it in first person.  Although I have been on the
receiving side of big dick humiliation, the character is not based on me or
anyone I know, but "Donkey Dong" is a nickname of mine (feel completely
free to call me such if you email me)and several of my friends have
referred to my dick as "garbage hose," Beyond that, all the people and
events are fictional.

Email to: foxbarking@yahoo.com