Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 15:15:08 -0500
From: Larry Fische <laurence.fische@gmail.com>
Subject: His, Body & Soul 3

His, Body & Soul

By L. Fische

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wondering what happened between sample chapters? I'm saving that for the
full release. Sorry. <3

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After a few minutes of waiting, Michael came back. His neighbors liked
seeing me bent over the open window, but I was scared of falling out. The
thought of going to an emergency room in my birthday suit didn't sit well
with me. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was carrying a glass of
ice. The dildo hadn't moved an inch, but it felt like my ass would break if
he didn't let me drop it.

"So, how you holding up?" he asked nonchalantly.

"It's really hard."

"So's mine."

I blushed. "I meant I'm tired."

Michael walked over and gently pressed his lips on my neck. His passionate
suckling had left it sensitive, and a tingling sensation rippled through my
nape when he made contact. He put the ice down near the window and embraced
my naked body with his.

"Michael, just do it already."

I bent over slightly and nudged him with my butt, rubbing my crack against
him. He was unbelievably hard. It felt like a hot pipe pressed against my
skin. I felt it twitch and groaned, wanting to feel it inside me. Michael
pressed forward, his fat shaft locking the dildo firmly in place.

"Is this what you want?" he asked. "You want my cock?"

Before I could answer he started sliding it up and down between my
cheeks. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my mouth fell open. Even
after all the sex I'd had, Michael's dick blew my mind. All he did was
touch me with it and I'd already lost control. I let my butt cheeks fall
slack while he pushed against the base of the sex toy, holding it inside
me.

The rubbing kept me vulnerable and sensitive while Michael's lips and hands
brushed my skin. He massaged my neck with his mouth while his hands played
with my nipples. Michael had quickly learned my body's weaknesses and put
them all to good use, stroking me all over with just his fingertips. When
they slid down across my abs, my mouth opened wider automatically. Michael
pushed two fingers into it.

I started sucking them instinctively, cleaning them with my tongue while
Michael's free hand roamed lower and lower across my body. He purposely
moved it slowly, baiting me while his erection threatened to shove me out
of the room. When his hand finally reached my crotch, he didn't play with
it. Instead he took just the tips of his fingers and barely grazed against
it, as lightly as he could.

The sensitive skin quivered in response while the very, very tips of his
fingers skated carefully across the shaft. I wanted to beg him to grab it,
to take a solid grip and pump me dry, but instead I used his fingers as a
pacifier, licking them sloppily while Michael tormented me.

Michael's heartbeat was pulsing through his groin, washing over my
backside. I couldn't hold back my pitiful, muffled moaning, letting him
embarrass me while the dildo wiggled around, tugged to and fro by his hefty
hard on. Every time I felt the head graze the top of my crack I
shuddered. He soon stopped grinding and took his hands away from me.

"Tighten up," he ordered. "Don't let it fall."

I squeezed the dildo with my ass, wincing at the sudden effort. Michael let
his junior fall away from me and picked up the glass of ice.

"Now whatever you do, don't let it fall. Got it?"

I blushed, finally remembering the spectators across the alley. How clearly
could they see my face?

"Yes Sir," I said quietly.

Michael kissed my neck gently. He then picked out a piece of ice and
pressed it hard against my nipple. I shrieked, shocked by the rush of cold,
but managed to keep my ass tight. Michael whistled and patted me on the
butt.

"Not bad, you held up. Now let's see if you can keep that up."

He filled both hands with ice cubes and started rubbing them all over my
body. I gasped and writhed, barely able to concentrate on the sex toy
piercing my behind. Everywhere the ice touched it left a trail of freezing
cold water, sending waves of pleasure across my bare skin.

He rubbed the ice into my nipples and across my chest and stomach. He
slapped my butt cheeks and wiped it across the side of my neck, still
tender from his gentle suckling. My howling echoed through the window while
the neighbor girls cheered him on.

"It's almost melted," he said. "Take a look."

I looked down and saw his hand, full of water and half-melted ice. For a
split second my ass loosened, but I noticed and locked it back up, sealing
up the space around the toy. I watched the hand as it arced down and rested
beneath my crotch, the ice only inches away from my sack. Before I could
beg him not to, he lifted his hand. The cold on my balls made me cry out,
but Michael started massaging them roughly, letting the ice bounce around
in his hand.

I saw his other hand moving downward and shuddered. The ice made tiny
clinking sounds while his hand moved, like it was mocking me. I braced for
impact but it was futile. The second his cold, wet hand locked itself
around my cock, he started pumping it up and down. I squirmed and moaned
while it slid against me, the ice sliding softly across my skin. The
half-melted cubes bounced around in his palm, several of them hitting the
floor while he clumsily polished my shaft.

That feeling, of having my genitals surrounded with ice and freezing cold
water, proved too much for me. The dildo started sliding slowly out of my
hole. I tried to stop it, but my muscles were weak and my willpower was
fading fast. It hit the ground with an unforgiving thud. The second it did,
Michael let go of me. I was frozen, unsure of what this meant. I listened
quietly as Michael dropped the ice back into the glass.

"Couldn't even do one thing," Michael scolded. "All you had to do was keep
your ass tight, and you just couldn't handle it."

I kept my head low. He'd proved that he could make me fail if he wanted to,
that my body couldn't endure his naughty tests. It was a rigged game, but
I'd still lost. What would he do now that he'd made his point?

"Let go of the window."

I stood up straight and turned to face him. Michael was down on one
knee. He gestured toward his knee and grinned up at me.

"Time for your punishment," he announced.

I already knew what he meant. Without a word, I started to bend myself over
his knee, my ass facing the window. Michael suddenly pushed me away.

"Forgetting something?" he asked.

I stared at him blankly.

"Put it back in," he grunted, pointing at the dildo on the floor.

I picked it up and looked up at him, hoping he would change his mind. He
watched me sternly, expectantly. I sighed and put it back inside me,
straining my sore ass to hold it in place. I started to walk around him so
that my butt would be facing away from the window, but he caught me with
his arm and pushed me back again.

I got the message. Michael wasn't content with just spanking me. He wanted
the neighbor girls to watch while I let a grown man whip my sore toy-filled
ass. I blushed and bent over his knee, letting the audience gawk at my
shame.


"Perk it up," he ordered. "And spread your legs. I want your dick hanging
down in plain sight."

I did as he told me, my eyes watery. I couldn't tell if it was due to the
pain in my rectum or because of being degraded by one of my closest
friends. Michael rubbed my cheeks gently and prodded the base of the dildo
with his finger.

When he suddenly struck me, square in the hole, I burst into tears. The
force of the impact shoved the toy deep up inside me, pounding my sweet
spot. The sound of his palm against my bare bottom could have been heard a
block away. It felt like he'd smashed me with a stop sign.

Michael refused to give me a break, even once. He beat me with everything
he had, sending my ass flying up towards him with every smack. All I could
do was sob and wail, spitting out apologies in the hopes that he would go
easy on me. The dildo impaled me, digging deeper and deeper while I bounced
around on the ground. My knees and back reeled with each hit while my butt
curled upward, trying desperately to bend away.

He didn't wait for me to settle back into place. Several times he missed
and smashed my nuts while I was still in the air, sending a stabbing pain
throughout my body. I cried out and trembled while he ignored his mistakes,
intent on showing me discipline, to teach me that I'd never let him down
again.

When he was done beating me, he stood up and left me on all fours. I rubbed
the reddened cheeks with my hands, trying to regain some feeling. He yanked
the sex toy out of me and I yelped, surprised that it had come out so
easily after the way he'd driven it in. Michael looked down at me over his
nose. I just groaned, grasping at my butt, scared and confused.  When I
looked up, he was holding himself proudly, teasing his shaft. I drooled at
the sight of it despite myself. He sneered.

"What do you think my brother would say? The one time he isn't around, you
practically throw yourself at me." He rubbed his dick slowly, with a
purpose. "You still want this, don't you?"

I nodded eagerly. My bright red ass was throbbing and begging for mercy,
but I didn't care. Michael's massive cock was the only thing that could
satisfy me right now.

"Then get on the bed. Those girls have seen enough." I stumbled over to the
bed, barely able to walk, and fell onto it face-down. I left my ass high in
the air and stared at him hungrily. Michael chuckled.

"Look at you. You can barely fucking stand and you're still begging for
it. Was I really that good?"

I nodded. "Fuck me. I want you to tear me open." I saw a pair of his boxers
near my head and buried my face, filling myself with Michael's scent. He
watched with a satisfied grin.

He lumbered over to his bed and positioned himself behind me. Michael
didn't waste any time today. He shoved his entire trunk up my ass in one
fierce jab. My scream got caught in my throat and no sound came out. The
pain was unbearable but his monster was all over my sweet spot.

"I like it when you beg," he hissed. "Now tell me all the reasons I'm
better than my brother. Get me good and ready."  I tried to hump him with
my ass, but Michael caught me by the hips and held on tight. I struggled to
ride his thick meat, wanting to feel its full length sliding in and out of
me. Michael ignored my attempts and remained perfectly still. Finally I
surrendered, putting my needs before my dignity.

"Lee's tiny little dick is nothing compared to yours. After being ripped
open by you, I wouldn't even feel his little prick." Michael smiled and
nodded, but didn't move. "And you've got a bigger, harder body than he'll
ever have. It's hard to believe that you're the little brother. You're the
one who looks like a real man. Lee's just a little boy."

"No," Michael mused. "Lee's dick is too small to call him a boy. Also, who
are you calling the `little' brother?" He pulled himself halfway out and
rammed me. I yelped again, my pride and my hole gradually giving in.

"You're right," I answered timidly. "He's—he's like a little
girl. You're way bigger than him. You're the big brother." I tried not to
think about what I was saying. They were empty words, but I'd still
betrayed my best friend to seduce his brother.

"That's right," Michael grunted. "I'm the big brother. Don't forget it."

As soon as he'd finished his sentence, Michael started thrusting. My eyes
opened wide with shock while he impaled me, shoving it all the way in with
every lunge. I tried to keep my balance but Michael's muscular hips bounced
me around with ease, throwing me around on the bed while he pounded me from
behind.

He kept his hands on my hips, letting my arms and legs flail around on his
dirty laundry. I wailed and howled, barely able to stay
conscious. Michael's meaty shaft punished my hole, stretching me open and
forcing the screams of pain and ecstasy to come flying out of me. Every
time his pelvis smashed into me I jumped a little, my cheeks still sore
from the harsh spanking.

His relentless humping forced me to the edge of the bed. My leg fell off
the side. Michael spun me around until he was standing up behind me on the
floor, both of my legs held up by his powerful hands. I grabbed at the
mattress for dear life while he plunged deeper into me, each thrust
threatening to toss me over the bed completely.

He didn't spare me anything, putting all the brute force he could muster
into it. I was amazed at his tenacity, at the way his hard body rocked the
bed. Michael may have been three years younger, but he was almost more man
than I could handle. My dick rubbed against the blanket beneath me, pushed
up into piles of sweaty shirts and shorts with his every brutal thrust.

It wasn't long before Michael grabbed my legs and pulled me hard into the
base of his cock. His body froze up and blasted me with hot cum while my
eyelids fluttered and my breathing deepened. It pumped out of his hose at
full pressure, the waves gushing through it and into my body. My hole
twitched and tightened, swallowing Michael down.

Michael groaned the whole while, letting his animal instincts take over. I
felt privileged, or even honored, that such a choice man was breeding with
me. I wondered what his face looked like in this moment. Was it like mine,
contorted into an expression of pure pleasure, his mouth agape and eyes
rolled back?

When Michael was done, he pulled out and kissed the back of my neck. His
juices flooded the floor, pouring out where he'd claimed me. I let myself
sink down into his arms while they wrapped around me, embracing my
torso. Michael nibbled at my ear and pinched at my sides, still obsessed
with making me completely his.

He then flipped me over and started to help me up onto my feet. I tried to
stand, but my legs were too shaky. I fell back onto the bed and flinched as
a sharp pain shot up from my hole into my spine. Michael chuckled and
pressed his lips against mine, kissing me softly before pulling away.

"It's okay," he said tenderly. "Let me take care of this for you." He
reached down and wiggled my erection. It throbbed and I let out a gasp,
already weak to his touch.

Michael lowered himself onto his knees and held it lovingly, his lips
brushing lightly across the tip. He teased it for a moment, licking
cautiously at the shaft. He looked up at me once to make sure I was
happy. My face was flushed and weak, silently pleading for more.

He smiled and lowered his mouth, gently swallowing the shaft one inch at a
time. I moaned softly while he worked his way to the base, wetting me with
his tongue. Michael reached down with his hands and started playing with my
toes. He tickled them with his fingers while he moved his head, swirling me
around in his mouth while I held onto his fuzzy brown hair for security.

I tried to hold myself back, not wanting to finish too fast. Michael
wrapped his fingers between my toes and folded his hands over my feet,
pushing my legs up and apart. I had to let go of his hair and support
myself with my hands, worried that he'd lift my legs too high and hurt
me. He stretched my legs wide open and stopped when he felt resistance, my
tired ass still twitching from a hard day's work.

Soon I lost control and my load shot up into his mouth. He dove onto the
base of my cock, sucking up every drop without a care. Michael moved around
while I let loose, coating his throat with my thick, foamy cum. I was
shocked at how readily he took it in, never jerking back to take a breath.

He continued to lick at it, even as it softened, determined to taste
everything I gave him. Eventually he let my legs down and stood up, my wet
dick falling limp in his shadow. I looked up at his bright smile for a
moment, then realized that the raging behemoth was hard again. Even though
I was staring right at it, I didn't remember what it was at first. I was
still lost in my moment.

Michael let me puzzle it over while he repositioned me on the bed. I
watched his hard muscles shrink and expand while he pushed me into place,
mesmerized by the beauty of his damp, shining body. Once I was in position,
my legs spread and my chest exposed, his expression softened and he kissed
my forehead.

"Can you handle another round?" he asked, gesturing toward his stiff cock.
I nodded slowly, still a little dazed. Michael's eyes lit up and he lifted
my ankles up over his shoulders, eager to take what was his.

I finally crashed back into my body when I felt the tip prodding me,
feeling around for an opening. It was too late to refuse him. By the time
my mouth was open to protest, he'd already popped the head inside and
started slowly forcing in the rest. I groaned and writhed while it plowed
into my hole, pushing the tired muscles aside as it made a beeline for my
weak spot.

The slow, methodical entrance left me reeling in pain. I could have passed
out any second. My body weakened and shivered while his thick shaft buried
itself, inch after excruciating inch, violating me from below. He didn't
stop until I felt the base bump up into me, nine inches of solid steel
resting deep in my aching hole, forcibly parting my cheeks around him.  He
paused and looked down at me. "I'm going to start moving, okay?"

I looked up and saw his raw beefy body leaning over me. His body glistened,
droplets of sweat hanging off of his short hair. The muscles in his body
popped out at me with his every breath, smooth skin curved and sculpted
around them. It was as though his entire body, glorious as the morning sun,
had been custom built for this.

My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. It was as though he'd
sucked the breath right out of me. Michael leaned in to kiss me, reassuring
me that today was special.

"I won't move until you're ready. Are you ready?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Go ahead."

Michael started off slowly, using only a few of his many inches to soften
me up. I let myself sink into the sensations while the base slipped around
against my wet hole, the throbbing bulb still deep, deep inside. He leaned
over me while he moved, giving me full access to his beautiful body.

I let my hands glide across his skin while he fucked me. I ran my fingers
through the grooves on his chest, down his happy trail, up the sides. A
part of me was still scared to touch him too firmly, convinced that I
didn't deserve him. The tips of my fingers brushed his nipples and I smiled
when he moaned, pleased to find a trait we shared.

I worked up my courage and gripped the nipples firmly. He moaned louder. My
new discovery made me giddy and I was soon flipping them about and drawing
circles with his nips, excited by his aroused howling. Michael's dick got
even harder in my ass, even bigger with the added motivation. He seemed to
get more and more worked up as it stiffened, going faster and deeper with
every thrust.

It wasn't long before Michael built up to full speed, his cock boring into
me like a spear.  I wrapped my hands around the headboard and pushed back
against his pelvis. I was scared that he would fuck me right through the
wall if I let him. Being taken by a piston-powered stud like Michael was a
unique experience, even by my twisted standards. The sex was more primal,
more urgent than it was with other men.

"Chase," said Michael. "Have you seen the way your dong flops around when
you're being fucked? It looks funny."

I blushed and turned my face to the side. "Then don't look at it."

"I like the way it bounces around."

"Shut up!"

Michael slammed his dick up my ass, pushing another low groan out of my
tired body. "Man, imagine if Lee came home early. Think he'd be jealous?"

I stared up at him, speechless. The thought of Lee opening the bedroom
door, seeing his brother defiling me, made me unbearably horny. My sick
fantasies started piling up and I started getting hard again. Michael
watched my dick grow while he tore into me, his hips struggling to bring me
back to reality. He scowled.

"Oh, so I mention my bro and that's when you get into it?"

"I, no that's not—"

Michael started fiercely stabbing at my hole. I shrieked and begged him to
slow down but he fucked me harder with every plea.  "Only think of me!" he
shouted. "Don't ever think of my stupid fucking brother when you're with
me, ever!"

I wailed and writhed underneath him, unable to defend myself. Michael
grabbed my wrists and stuck his face close to mine. "Who's the big
brother?" he demanded. "Who's the big brother?"

"You are!" I cried out.

"Say my name! Who's the big brother?"

"Michael's the big brother!" I moaned.

I felt his body turn to stone when he reached orgasm. My own dick responded
in kind, spitting hot cum all over my chest. The orgasm tightened my
muscles, my ass greedily chugging Michael's load again. He groaned with
pleasure, his anger subsiding, while I gasped for air.

When Michael was done soaking my ass, he pulled out and fell next to me on
the bed. I didn't bother trying to move. He'd left a gaping hole in me. I
could feel the cold air rushing in from the open window and into my
dripping chasm. My body was too sore, too used, to do anything.

After a minute, Michael pulled me toward him. I winced while my body
slumped into place, my limp dick resting on his thigh. Even soft, it looked
shamefully small beside Michael's anaconda. He pulled me close and held my
head to his chest.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "I couldn't hold back. I went crazy but I
just, I wanted, um . . I just really—how are you feeling?"

I smiled, charmed by his sudden innocence. "Michael," I whispered. "My ass
hurts."

He blushed. I nestled my head into his chest, comforted by the beating of
his heart. Michael kissed my forehead and embraced me, taking a soft whiff
of my hair. Taking advantage of the moment, I slid my hand across his thigh
and squeezed his butt. It was just as tight and firm as I'd expected. I let
my arm rest on his bare skin and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.


When I woke up, I'd been cleaned off but was still naked in Michael's
bed. He was wrapped around me, snuggling me like a stuffed animal, and fast
asleep. I was surprised when I felt something hard poke me in the
stomach. He could've clearly gone for another round if he'd wanted to. I
glanced over at the window and noticed that it was dark out.  I heard a
door open. "I'm home," Lee called from the living room.

I tried to get up and grab my clothes, but quickly realized that I couldn't
escape Michael's powerful arms. My body had been all but crippled and I
could barely roll over, much less push apart his bulging muscles. I felt
around for a blanket, but the only one on the bed was locked in place by
his weight. Finally I settled in, watching the door, and hoped that Lee
would go straight to bed.

I listened nervously as Lee thumped around the apartment. I heard him kick
off his shoes and pour himself a drink. For a moment I lost track of where
he was, but then heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Please go to your
room, I thought. Please, please, go straight to bed.

Suddenly the door swung open and the light flicked on. Lee's eyes opened
wide and his jaw dropped. I bit my lip while Michael stirred behind me. He
yawned and hugged my naked body.

"Hey bro," he grunted. "How was work?"

Lee mouthed silently for a minute, still in shock. "You—what did you
do?"

Michael acted nonchalant. "What, this? Nothing much. I guess we fell asleep
after I fucked Chase's brains out."

"Let him go," Lee growled.

"Or what? I'll do whatever I want, you fucking pussy." Michael grabbed my
crotch and squeezed. I yelped, my ass instinctively lurching into him.

Lee started to walk into the room, his face bright red and his eyes
narrowed, focused on Michael. "You get your fucking hands off of Chase. You
can't just—"

Michael had already climbed over me and onto the floor, nine inches of wood
flouncing around with every step. "Shut your fucking mouth, bitch. If you
so much as wag a finger at me, I'll make you watch while I fuck his ass
again."

I started to say something but Michael whipped around and glared right at
me, telling me to stay out of it.

"Chase has enough problems without you," Lee replied.

Michael grabbed Lee and slammed him up against the wall. "You're just
jealous cuz I beat you to it. You see this?" He grabbed his brother's hand
and forced it onto his enormous shaft. Lee tried to pull away but he was no
match for Michael's strength. "This went in your best friend's ass and
there's nothing you can do about it. I'll fuck his ass anytime I want and
you can't do a damned thing cuz you're just a stupid little fuck. You got
that?"

Lee started to protest, but Michael flipped him around and pressed his face
into the wall. He pushed his giant up against the back of Lee's
pants. "This right here is why I'm the big brother in this house." He
humped a few times for emphasis while Lee wiggled helplessly. "And unless
you want the next ride, you'll keep your faggot mouth shut about what I do
with Chase." Michael thumped Lee's head against the wall with one
hand. "You won't do shit. Who's the little brother in this house?"  Lee
struggled. "Fuck you," he sputtered.

Michael slammed Lee against the wall again, harder. "Who's the little
brother?" he shouted. "Who's the weak little pussy in this house? Say it!"
Lee kept trying to resist. Michael pressed his dick between his brother's
rear pockets. "This thing'll fucking cripple you if I tell it to. Now say
it."

Lee groaned. "I'm the little brother."

"And a weak little pussy. With a tiny dick. Say the whole thing."

"I'm a weak little pussy with a tiny dick," Lee said quietly.

"Louder!" Michael hollered.

"I'm a weak little pussy with a tiny dick! You're the big brother!"

"Fucking remember it, bitch!"

Michael tossed Lee out the door and slammed it shut. I stared at him,
terrified. He saw the look on my face and sighed, stroking my hair. "Sorry
you had to see that," he whispered. "I just got pissed off cuz he couldn't
mind his own business."

Lee didn't come to Michael's room again that night. I didn't get much
sleep, worried that I'd created a rift between my friends. I couldn't toss
and turn for fear of waking Michael again. My only option was to stay
perfectly still and wait for morning to come.