Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2015 20:22:18 +0000
From: Chuck Hale <chuck0049@outlook.com>
Subject: My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers Pt. 1

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My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers by: Chaz

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This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage
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The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one
another.

This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made
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In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage
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  "My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers" Pt. 1

Not sure where to begin, so I'll start by filling you in on some basic info
pertaining to myself and my two younger stepbrothers.

My name is Barron Whitefield, or Barry by friends family and loved ones,

I'm nineteen years old, and should be attending a University in New England
as a junior, unfortunately through no fault of my own I never made it to
even my freshmen year, my plans to do so were put on hold and the story I
am about to tell you, will explain why.

I've been told by many that I am a very handsome young man, with light
skin, (except during the summer months) and curly, shoulder length blond
hair.

As a lifelong swimmer, and high school wrestler, the best way to describe
my body would be to say I have a lean but well-toned swimmers body. In
shape, with enough muscle tone to fend off bullies from middle school as
well as high school.

Other than the hair on my head, pits and groin, my entire body is smooth
and flawless, oh yea, and my eyes are cobalt blue, like my moms.

My parents divorced shortly after I was born, I'm not close with my
estranged father, probably because I haven't seen him more than several
times during my entire nineteen years.

My mom works for the government and therefore travels frequently all over
the world. Sometimes away for several weeks at a time, and although she and
I have had our share of disagreements, she has provided well for me and I
have never gone without something I have either needed or wanted, that is
with the exception of love. There have been many times throughout my
nineteen years that I have yearned for her love, but it just wasn't
there. To her I was an obligation and not much more.

For the first seventeen years of my life, we had a live-in nanny, however
on my seventeenth birthday, I was able to convince my mom that I was
perfectly capable of caring for myself. So a couple of months after I
turned seventeen, my mom gave in to my desire to be nanny free.

I won't go into detail on describing my mom other than to say that she is a
very busy lady, has worked hard and continues to work hard to ensure that I
have everything I need. Some have gone so far as to refer to me as a
mamas-boy, I strongly disagree, yes of course I love my mom dearly, and
during my entire childhood I had often wished that she and I had much more
time together, but I certainly don't see myself as a whiney boy that
constantly clings to his moms aprons, particularly since she has never worn
an apron and she is very rarely around, for me to cling to.

During one of my mom's trips to Europe, and shortly after releasing the
nanny, mom met a gentleman of German descent, a single father of two
teenage boys. Although the father and his sons currently live in the
states, they all were born in Germany, and because of this, they each have
a German accent, as well as a German attitude that they are an alpha breed
and therefore a power to be reckoned with. I guess their history books
failed to tell them who won the war.

The father is certainly a hard liner on that attitude, and has brainwashed
his two sons into believing it as well. As they say, the apple doesn't fall
too far from the tree. So one might ask, what's the problem of wanting to
feel superior? The problem is, having an attitude that you are far superior
than the average male, can lead you into problematic situations, unless of
course, you are masculine enough, and strong enough to convince the people
around you, that you can back-up this alpha attitude. Unfortunately for me,
the two sons, had both qualities, they are both masculine and well muscled
enough, to convince most in their age bracket as well as some even older,
that they truly are superior in every sense of the word. But hey, I'm
getting way ahead of myself, so allow me to introduce them.

My moms new friend is named Lars Meister, a handsome man in his late
thirties. He, I assume is a health freak, for he is in wicked good shape
and works out along with his sons on a daily basis, that is, when he's
around to do so.

So along with his good looks, athletic body, and this superior attitude,
Lars can be very charming to the ladies. He certainly comes off as the type
of man a lonely, single woman could, and probably would, fall for.

 So needless to say, he had little problem sweeping my mom off her
feet. Unfortunately, Lars and I never see eye to eye on pretty much
anything, and its been that way from the very moment we met, but hey, he
and my mom seem happy enough together, so who am I to complain.

Lars moved himself and his two boys to the states from Germany seven years
before meeting my mom, so therefore most of the boys schooling was done
here in America. It was towards the end of my seventeenth year that my mom
informed me that she and Lars were to be married.

I was in my senior year of High school and had just turned seventeen by the
time I finally got to meet my future stepfather, and the wedding was to
take place the following spring, just a few months before I would be
heading to college.

My first encounter with Lars wasn't all that great, considering he would
soon be married to my mom and therefore a major part of my life.

He certainly never gave two shits as to whether or not I liked him, and I
felt as though he was constantly looking down on me, like maybe I was
beneath him or somehow inferior and that I didn't measure up to his meaning
of manly. Never really understood why though, I mean I consider myself
masculine, I'm a wrestler in good shape and can hold my own in most
matches, so what I didn't understand is... what his frigging problem was
with me.

What few conversations he and I had in private only further convinced me
that I fell below his expectations of what a man is all about. Our
conversations for example, were mostly about his two sons and how masculine
and athletic they are, and the fact they are each younger than me, didn't
help. He would go on and on about how aggressive and superior they are at
sports and even with their friends they are stronger and much more
aggressive.

So is it no surprise that by the time I actually got to meet my future
stepbrothers, I was totally intimidated by both of them.

Gunther is the older of the two at sixteen, therefore a year younger than
myself. When his father described him as athletic, he really didn't do
Gunther justice. The truth be told, Gunther is simply one hunk of solid
sculptured muscle from head to toe.

Gunther probably stands at five ten, and maybe weighs in at one eighty
five, light blond hair which he wears spiked, and he is an incredibly good
looking jock. Smooth and flawless skin, it was easy to see why his father
was so proud of him.

As he stood in front of me, wearing tight well faded jeans, and shirtless,
totally showing off his well sculpted chest and abs, with his dark blue
eyes staring directly into mine, and wearing what appeared to be a
permanent smirk on his face, intimidating would be an understatement.

I immediately held out my hand to shake, but Gunther took a moment to
consider the token of respect. When he did reach out to shake, his grip was
firm, vice like actually, and lasted much longer than a normal hand shake,
actually long enough to further intimidate me, and even humiliate me in
front of his brother.

I felt my face grimace as the hand shake became a bit painful. With the
smirk still pasted to his face and no sign that he was even using a
fraction of his strength, I began struggling to free my hand from his
powerful grip. However, noticing the painful expression on my face, Gunther
immediately turned to his brother, spoke to him in German, and the two
broke out into heavy laughter. Followed by added pressure, forcing me to
yelp out loud before following to one knee. I do have to admit, that his
German accent was kinda cool, even if his attitude was mean. "Father says
you are a wrestler in school, can't be very good if a kid a year younger
than you... can force you to your knees using just one hand" This was
followed with another mean looking smirk.

Still gripping my hand, and now twisting it slightly, along with an evil
grin pasted to his young handsome face, Gunther showed no sign of easing up
any time soon, even as I continued to show that his hand grip was causing
me immense pain, and the pain was now actually working its way up my arm,
forcing me to fall to both knees, while pleading with him to let go of my
hand.

 I had forgotten how incredibly hot a pair of tight faded jeans actually
looked on a guy, especially when the guy had thick well muscled legs, a
bubble butt, and a fully packed crotch, the size of a baseball.  For some
reason, I had a brief vision of this gay friend of mine from school, and
the fact that he probably would have paid exceptionally well to be in my
position right now.

The pain now rushing up my arm towards my neck, caused me to cry out
loud. "Please let go of my hand... seriously Gunther, it hurts like
hell... pleeeeease" My yelping and loud pleading became louder, and it was
his younger brother that spoke to him in German, that caused Gunther to let
go of my hand, just as his father entered the room.

Seeing me on my knees in front of his older son, brought a gleeful chuckle
from the father. " showing Barry where his place is, Son?"  "good for you,
I say... the sooner the better" with that said, the father walked off to
the parlor, leaving me on my knees, facing the ample package of his sixteen
year old son.

It's funny, but the thoughts going through my mind at that moment, wasn't
the rudeness of it all, or the humiliation I was forced to endure, or even
the arrogance of the only parent in the house at the time. No, the thoughts
that were raking over my mind, were, why didn't I take strength building
classes with my friends last year, instead of spending my free time with my
head buried in the books.

Before walking away, Gunther looking down on me, once again smirked, and
gave me a half ass apology, in what would be described as a heavy German
accent. "sorry, I sometimes get carried away, when it comes to boys much
weaker than me, and by the way... when you're finished checking out my
crotch, why not make yourself useful, and go to the car for our
luggage... then bring it up to our rooms"

Still on my knees, and massaging my bruised right hand, I didn't even
bother to speak up in my own defense, even as Gunther walked away. It
wasn't until Gunther was out of the room that I thought to myself... `hey
wait, I'm not your slave' however, even though he had already left the
room, I kept my thoughts to myself.

Before I was able to recover from the situation, I looked up and found the
younger son standing over me with his legs slightly spread, grinning down
at me. "get used to it... father informed us, that he expects us to rule
over you, when he and your mother are away on trips... and this will give
us great pleasure, I'm sure" Lukas then offered his hand, not entirely sure
if he was wanting to shake my hand or help me up off my knees, but I can
assure you, I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

Lukas is exactly one year younger than Gunther, but at fifteen, he appeared
to be as well built and as strong as his sixteen year old bro. He too is an
exceptionally good looking dude, with light blond hair, worn in a short
crew cut style, (which actually made him appear even tougher than Gunther)
he is close to the same height and weight, as his older bro, which lead me
to believe that he was trying to prove that even if there was an age
difference, he was not to be out done by his older brother, and that he too
would be a force to be reckoned with, and while looking up at him, I had no
reason to doubt that, even for a second.

When Lukas realized that I was not about to hold out my hand to him, he
shrugged his shoulders, and gave me that same wicked smirk that I was now
convinced was a part of his family heritage. Before walking away to join
his bro and father in the parlor, Lukas did something that literally
frightened me, while still smirking down at me, he brushed the palm of his
hand over his basket, at first I tried passing it off as nothing at all,
but then that smirk would appear in my mind, and thinking back to what he
said about his father wanting he and his bro to rule over me, my mind began
spinning.

Before walking away, Lukas added a few degrading words of his own. "My
brother is right, you maybe in good shape... and you maybe a wrestler for
your school, but, ... you're a total wimp... I am two years younger than
you... and I bet I could easily kick your ass, and I would enjoy every
second of it too" he also was quick to remind me. "Don't forget our luggage
in the car... actually... you may as well run out and get it now, so I can
change into my swim wear"

I had no idea why these two younger boys thought that I was there to wait
on them, but like a complete idiot, I made my second biggest mistake of the
day, I went to the car and fetched their luggage and carried it up to their
rooms. There were a total of six bags, and I had to make three trips up and
down the stairs. Not really having a clue as to whom each bag belonged to,
I simply dropped three bags off in each of their rooms. I remembered
thinking that I was glad my mom was on one of her extended trips, and
therefore not around to witness the abuse I was being put through, and the
pain of humiliation that was certainly written all over my face. Especially
since she would often brag about me being a high school jock.

Once I finished with the luggage, I went to my room and shut the door, not
wanting to be bothered by any of them. However, thirty minutes hadn't even
passed when Gunther came charging into my room, without even knocking
first. Looking totally pissed off, he came charging at me and grabbing a
fistful of my rather long blondish hair, I was literally dragged into his
bedroom, thrown onto his bed as he straddled my chest and began to wail on
me.

Thankfully he wasn't using his fist, but the bitch slaps, and there were
many of them, hurt like hell. At first I had no idea what the hell was
going on, he wasn't saying anything, just wailing on my face with open
hands. Then after what I guessed was about twenty power slaps to my face,
he added some verbal abuse along with the beating. "are you like fucking
stupid?... You can't even read the name tags on the luggage?... You better
listen up, boy... or the next time you fuck up... I'll use my fists on
you... when you are told to do something by either me or my brother, you
had better stop and think, before doing it, so that you get it right... you
understand me? Now get your ass over to that luggage, look at the name tags
and deliver the bags to the proper rooms"

Before Gunther climbed off me, he hauled off and gave me one hell of a
power slap to my face, which literally brought tears to my eyes, not that
the other slaps were light, but the final one was brutal, plain and simple,
and I was sure it had left the print of his opened hand.

As I stood over the luggage reading the name tags, I couldn't help but
wonder what the hell was happening here. Who were these sadistic people and
what were they doing in my home? I made a mental note to confront the
father and ask him what exactly was wrong with his two strange as hell
sons. But I would speak to him when we were alone, so not to anger Gunther
anymore than he already was.

After sorting the bags, and double checking that the luggage was where it
was supposed to be, I made my way back to my bedroom, and again shut my
bedroom door, wishing that it had a lock on it, a lock that was
un-necessary for the past seventeen years.

I laid down on my bed and instantly nodded off, only to be rudely awaken by
another intruder, this time it was Lukas roughly shaking me awake. "hey
dude... where's the thermostat for the pool... the water is way too cold"

The third mistake of the day? The words flowing freely out of my mouth,
without giving them much thought, which shocked me as much as it did
Lukas. "dude? What the fuck you doing in my room... get the fuck
out... NOW... I'm already sick of you two, and I plan on having a talk with
your father... and another" before I could finish, Lukas had a fistful of
my hair and was hauling me off my bed. I landed with a loud thud on the
floor, and was instantly sat upon by Lukas, straddling my upper chest.

Once again my poor face had become the victim of an onslaught of powerful
bitch slaps, and even a couple of fists, I believe, thrown in for good
measure. Along with more verbal abuse, that I just wasn't accustomed to,
especially within my own home. "don't you ever (smack) talk to me (smack)
like that again (smack) or I swear (smack) I will beat the fuck out of you
(smack) I seriously (smack) will fucking pummel you with my fists (smack)
you hearing me (smack, smack, smack, smack)

There was no way of defending myself, even if I dared to, which I
didn't. Lukas had my arms pinned beneath his legs, and it was after he had
decided to stop beating me, that I noticed his only means of clothing was
only a tight speedo, and his plump, well packed package was less than a
couple of inches from my face. Like his brother, Lukas was smooth skinned,
with a tight well sculptured body, and his slaps were every bit as powerful
as his older brothers, if not even a bit more powerful.

After slapping me senseless, Lukas inched himself forward on my chest,
leaving my head and the sides of my face literally buried between his
thick, smooth, and well muscled thighs, so defending myself against this
well developed fifteen year old jock was impossible, and totally
humiliating given the fact that he's two years younger than myself, and
that I was easily out muscled, and at his mercy.

I heard the voice of Gunther in the backround praising his younger
brother. "good work, Lukas, show the little bitch who's in control
here... sit on his face, and make him kiss your ass... yeeeaaah, have him
make love to it, before you let him up... like father said... this pussy
needs to be taught how to respect his superiors... so go for it Luke...
make father proud"

Lukas was quick to respond. "I don't know... I kinda like his face right
where it is, ya know... go get your cell and get a couple of photos of this
for father" with that said and before I could even protest, Lukas inched
his way forward till my mouth and nose were literally resting beneath his
cloth covered balls. Not really sure what his tight low-cut speedo was made
of, but I think it was made of lycra cause it was definitely not the
typical nylon style. It had like a rubber or maybe a thin leather texture,
and don't get me wrong, I'm not gay, but I will say this, his body had no
problem filling it, that's for sure.

When Gunther returned, he once again tried to convince his bro to sit on my
face. "Yeah, this will make a great photo bro... but I still think father
would prefer a photo of the pussy literally kissing your ass... it would
prove to father that even YOU have full control of the little bitch... you
know how concerned he was cause of the two year age difference between you
and Barry... so seeing a photo of him making love to your well muscled
bubble butt ass, would ease fathers mind... don't you think"

I seriously could not for the life of me, believe the conversation going on
between the two brothers, I was now soooo frigging convinced that the whole
damn family was not only evil, but totally sick as well.  Lukas gave in to
his older bro, but not before getting several photos of my face buried in
his man sized crotch. "OK bro, geeeze... but get a couple of pics of this,
first... then I'll do as you suggest" Lukas then grabbed a fistful of my
hair and lifted my head up, so that my entire face was now pressed against
his impressive manhood, and held it there for an eternity, or damn well
close to it.

After several clicks of the cell phone camera, Lukas kept his word to his
bro. He lifted himself up and did a complete turn, so that his well muscled
fifteen year old bubble butt was raised above my face. It appeared as
though Gunther was in charge from this point on, as he made several demands
of me, even as I began protesting pretty heavily. "Ok guys,
seriously... you've had your fun.. but we need to stop this shit before it
gets way out of control... I'm not kidding... I swear I'm going to discuss
this with your father"

Not sure which part of my protest was funny, but both demons broke into a
hardy laugh which lasted several minutes. After thinking about it, it
dawned on me why the brothers cracked up, I must have sounded more like a
seven year old child threatening to tattle on his older brother, than a
seventeen year old pre-college student.

It was Gunther that spoke next, and what he had to say scared the hell out
of me. "You're funny, bitch... don't you know? Father left an hour ago to
join your mother in London... they won't be back for at least three
weeks... maybe longer! So you are under our full control till then... NOW
START KISSING... or I start pounding... your choice, you fucking pussy"

Some choice, I thought to myself, but not wanting more punishment from
these two evil brats, (especially with the knowledge that I would be alone
with them for the next few weeks) lifting my head up from the floor, I
pressed my lips against the round, firm globes in front of my face, then
kissed first the right cheek, then the left, before laying my head back
down to the floor.

More hysterical laughter from the brothers, with Lukas adding verbal
assault to my already bruised and humiliated mind. "Oh man, that felt
awesome... did you get a photo of it bro? I want the little pussy to do it
again... but this time, I want him to hold his lips against my ass till I
say so, k? ...  I want father to clearly see that I can control this little
bitch" Gunther still laughing his ass off, was quick to agree with his
younger brother. "good idea bro, father will surely be proud of you... you
know how much he enjoys seeing how we dominate our friends back home? Well
this is even better... cause this little pussy is two years older than you"

Gunther gave me further orders, like I was some kind of frigging slave to
the two of them. "Do as your young MASTER says, bitch... kiss his ass
again, but this time hold your lips pressed against his ass till we say
so... then we can all go for a swim in the pool."

Desperately needing a break from all this humiliation, I once again did as
I was told, hoping that once we were at the pool, I could express my
feelings about all this shit they have put me through. So lifting my head,
I once again pressed my lips against the lycra clad bubble butt, and
proceeded to kiss each cheek several times before leaving my lips attached
to the tight, well muscled, globes. I WILL say this, there was no repulsive
odor of any type, (something I was expecting) it was more like a clean,
chloride bleachy smell, which made sense, cause that's what we use to
purify the water in the pool.

Again there was a hearty laugh from both boys, as Gunther took several
photos of the humiliating scene, as well as more verbal abuse. "I think you
LIKE kissing my younger brothers ass... I bet you'd like kissing something
else of his too, huh? I bet you wanna kiss his dick too... don't ya bitch?
I bet you would like to kiss both of our big dicks, huh, but you'll have to
earn the right to do that"

Hearing this I immediately pulled my face away, and began sobbing like a
little girl, totally humiliated with all this physical abuse, the
possibility of even worse physical abuse, as well as all the verbal
abuse. I truly was beginning to feel like the little bitch they were
claiming me to be, and the thought scared the hell out of me.

I had never in my seventeen years, had my face this close to another dudes
private parts, not even while wrestling. Never had any desires of bodily
contact with another dude, outside of wrestling of course. I didn't even
look below the waist of other jocks in school to check out the competition,
like most dudes, do for fear of being classified as gay.

Up till now (even though still a virgin) making out and fondling one of my
few girlfriends in life, was as far as I had gone. So even the mere
suggestion of being made to kiss another dudes cock, literally scared the
hell out of me, to the point of me sobbing like a little girl, causing even
more hysterical laughter from the evil brothers, with Gunther adding even
more verbal abuse. "awe... look bro... he's crying cause I told him he
can't blow you... till he's earned the right! That's ok you little
bitch... no need to cry... I'm sure you will earn the right to give us each
a blow-job... before too long"

Once at the pool, Gunther who up till now was still dressed in tight faded
jeans, and shirtless, quickly changed into a tight, silky black speedo. As
I said earlier, I do not make a habit of checking out what another dude is
packing, but, I have to admit at this point, (as once again I emphasize the
fact that I am not gay) both brothers have exceptional bodies for their
young age, and seeing them in just their tight speedos, would certainly be
a cause for a gay dude to wet himself, I'm totally sure.

As both hunky dudes jumped into our Olympic size indoor pool, I too (as
nervous as I was) changed into my swimming trunks, which is a normal
boxer-cut pair of trunks, baggy as hell, and making me look like a bean
pole compared to my two incredibly hot step brothers.

Thinking that for the first time since meeting them, I would be able to
somewhat relax a little, I laid down on one of our lawn chairs, and quickly
dozed off. It was only a few moments later, that Gunther stood over me,
dripping pool water onto my face. Opening my eyes, and looking up, my eyes
were directly focused on a huge, totally wet, nylon basket, with Gunther
staring down on me with his famous smirk pasted to his handsome and
youthful face. "What the fuck you doing sleeping? Hasn't it sunk in
yet... that you are our frigging slave... and as such, you need to be at
our beck and call every second. Now run inside and get us some towels,
before I have my lil bro kick your ass... AGAIN"

Just when I thought that I may get a break from all the humility, I found
myself running to fulfill yet another order from my dominating step
brothers. As I began literally running inside to the linin closet, I
couldn't help but wonder just how the hell I had suddenly become a SLAVE to
two teenage, high school jock boys.

Grabbing several towels from the shelf, I rushed back to the pool, all the
while wondering how to break it to them gently, that I certainly was not
their slave, and more to the point, they were simply still considered
guests within my mothers house, at least until she could formally welcome
them to their new home, which literally made me cringe at the thought of
them actually living in the same home as me.

Once back at the pool, the two brothers slowly climbed from the water, and
began walking towards me. I attempted to hand Gunther a towel (since he was
the first to reach me) but he quickly turned to his younger bro and spoke
to him in German. The two of them began laughing, with Lukas saying
something in return, also in German. Gunther nodded his head, then turned
to me and gave me another humiliating order. "you do know, that as our
slave... it is your duty to personally dry us with those towels... RIGHT?
You can start with me... dry my head and face first, then work your way
downwards, till my entire body is dry... you will do this each time we
leave the pool... now get busy... slave boy"

Don't ask why, because till this day, I still do not have an answer. Maybe
it was out of fear, maybe it was my submissive nature kicking in. Maybe I
secretly respected them, and admired them, but whatever the reason, all
thoughts of speaking up and defying them, quickly disappeared, adding even
more humility as each moment passed.

Laying two towels down on the lounge chair, I used the remaining towel to
begin the journey into complete and total slave hood. After drying Gunthers
head and face, I proceeded down his well formed chest and wicked solid
eight pack. But my eyes remained attached to the incredibly cut pecs and
his dark brown nipples, as though I was hypnotized. It was once again the
heavy laughter and words spoken in German that broke my trance, and looking
up, I noticed both sets of eyes were on me, with Gunther adding to my
embarrassment at being caught checking him out. "Don't stop now,
faggot... the best part of my body is yet to CUM" this again brought hearty
laughter from both DEMONS.

I will however admit though, that Gunther may have had a good point. Both
he and his brother absolutely did have massive baskets, which were totally
highlighted by wearing such skimpy and sexy speedos. Still trying
desperately to avoid the crotch area, I moved to dry the legs next, only to
receive a power slap to the side of my face. "I swear you must be the
stupidest bitch on earth... you forgot the most important part of my body,
dry my groin area now... and make sure you take your time and do a thorough
job... faggot"

I may have allowed the first use of the word faggot to slip by without
speaking up, but not a second time. "Listen to me... do not call me a
faggot, or for that matter... a bitch... or even slave-boy! I am not gay,
and I resent you two believing even for a moment... that I am gay... I
don't even know why you have that STUPID idea embedded into your warped
little minds"

Brave? Maybe, but as we know, being brave sometimes comes with a price. My
price was four power slaps to the face, knocking me to the floor on my
side, in a fetal position. Using his bare feet, Gunther turned me over onto
my back and then with a heavy thud, he came down on top of me, straddling
my chest, with his muscled legs pinning my arms beneath them, and his very
plump and ample sized crotch within inches of my face.

This was followed of course with further verbal abuse. "You need to learn
to respect my brother and me, and in doing so... you need to learn to obey
us... first off... if you truly believe that you are not a faggot, then you
are even more stupid then I first thought. Both my brother and I knew from
the moment we laid eyes on you... and you shook my hand... that you are
100% QUEER... hell, even my father knew it when he first met you... and he
couldn't wait for us to meet you... and for us to train you properly... to
serve our needs. See, the thing is... our father may not have what you
Americans call the purest of minds... but he is fairly smart and knows
what's best for his two sons, even if his method seems rather strange to
some.  He would much prefer we get our rocks off on using another male to
serve our needs... as apposed to getting some chic pregnant, and ruining
our lives at a young age. So with that said... if you have any doubts at
this moment about being queer, I can assure you that before you go to sleep
tonight... you will be thoroughly convinced of the opposite. Now I gave you
the option of drying my crotch with that towel... that has changed, now I
want you to blow dry my hefty package with your mouth"

Gunther immediately lifted my head till my face was less than an inch away
from the outline of his semi-hard-on. "go for it faggot... start
blow-drying, and do not stop till I say so... or I seriously will have to
hurt you"

Those words, all of them combined, had brought tears to my eyes once
again. How could, or better still WHY WOULD, anyone seriously think of me
as gay, I mean, wouldn't I, of all people know whether I am gay or not? And
what father in this whole world would prefer that his sons commit a gay act
on another dude, as apposed to them having normal sex with a female?

Well, to say that one brave moment I had just a wee bit ago, was now gone,
would be an understatement. The fact is, I had been a wimp for most of my
earlier school days, and as of today, that old feeling had suddenly
returned, and the submissiveness and passiveness of my earlier personality
as a young boy, was once again in full bloom, thanks to my new
stepbrothers.

As I puckered my cheeks and began blowing warm air onto the impressive size
nylon package in front of my eyes, I felt Gunthers strong thighs press
tighter against the sides of my face, holding my head in place for a good
twenty minutes, as I watched the semi-hard-on slowly stretch the nylon
material of Gunthers already tight speedo, with every breath of warm
air... I gave it, the nylon stretched just a wee bit more.  "Yeah... that's
right faggot... remember what I said about you earning the right to blow me
and my brother? Well... you are half way there... you just keep doing as we
say... and you will earn that right... sooner than you think"

It was then that I realized that my latest step into slave-hood was being
recorded by Lukas's cell phone, as he gleefully reported. "awesome,
bro... this is gonna be priceless... but you need to speed it up a little,
I'll be all dry by the time he's finished with you, and I so want in on
this" Gunther, happy to hear that his bro was getting everything on video,
was also quick to assure him that he'd have his turn soon enough. "good
job, bro... and no need to worry, I mean it's not like our little bitch
here has anywhere to go... and I'm sure you have some sick ideas on how to
keep him busy" Yet again, the two brothers were in hysterics.

When Gunther was satisfied that I had done a decent enough job, he stood
up, and looking down on me, he began smiling, though it was definitely an
evil smile. "I'm done with you for the moment, but I'm sure you will not be
too thrilled with what my bro has in mind for you... he gets pretty kinky
at times... but hey, that's why we have you... I once watched as a dude
from school who (he brought home occasionally) was made to SUCK clean one
of bros dirty jock-straps for over twenty minutes... after that... he gave
the dude one of mine to suck clean" again the two broke into heavy
laughter, as Lukas playfully scolded his older brother. "hey bro... cool
it... don't be ruining all the surprises. But since we are sharing
stories... let me tell you about this fag that Gunther brought home from
school on the pretense that he would let the fag blow him...  once he had
the fag on his knees with my brothers big cock head in his mouth, Gunther
held the fags head tightly and began pissing in the fags mouth... It was
funny though... watching the poor fag trying to break free the entire
time... while my bro held tightly to the back of his head and continued
pissing, holding back every few seconds, so the fag could swallow it all"
More hearty laughter from the two teenage demons.

I immediately felt sick to my stomach at thoughts of what life for me was
going to be like on my visits home from school, but what happened next
scared me far more than thoughts of visiting home. Lukas had both my cell
phone and his own in his hand. "ok bro... we now have all his
contacts... he is totally ours to do with whatever we want... I'm sure he
will have no limits as to what we order him to do, now that he's aware that
we can quickly text any photo or video of him at work, pleasing us... like
him kissing my crotch and then my ass... and him blow-drying your crotch
with his mouth... so hey bitch, who's this Jayden dude? He a fag like
you?... sure looks like one"

If I hadn't been totally convinced by now, that my life as I knew it, would
never be the same again, I was now certain that there would never be a
doubt in my again from that moment on. Even before I uttered the words, I
knew my point was useless. "Lukas? What are you doing with my cell
phone... damn it... don't either of you have any respect for other peoples
property? I mean... are you two seriously going to black-mail me, using the
contacts from my phone, you guys do know that in this country there is a
law against black-mail... right"

If I thought for even a moment that my words might frighten either of them
into dropping the whole idea, I would have been sadly mistaken, as both
dudes immediately went into hysterics after hearing my words. Lukas wanted
as much ammunition as he could get. "K bro, grab the faggot and give me a
nice pose for all the faggots friends and family"

Gunther, with an angry grin pasted to his face, once again grabbed the back
of my head with his left hand and did a wicked bicep pose with his right
arm, while looking down on me with a mean smirk. He proceeded to press my
face once again into his ample basket, still slightly damp, and held it
there till Lukas was satisfied with several photos.

Once my head was free, I tried my best to convince the two demons that this
whole black-mailing thing wasn't going to work. "Listen you two... no one
is going to believe that I did any of this shit voluntarily... especially
anyone that knows me well enough... so this plan of yours is never going to
work... so what do you say we just stop all this shit, before someone gets
hurt, or, we all go beyond the point of no return"

It was then that my nightmares really began, my three year sentence into
slavery, totally, and without question, at the mercy of my two younger
alpha stepbrothers.

After hearing me speak what I felt were words of wisdom, Gunther lowered
the front of his tight speedo, freeing his (what had to be close to) seven
inch, thick cock, (I could only imagine how big it was at full mast) and
with his meanest grin, ordered me to humiliate myself further... for the
phones camera. "You're little speech was foolish... no one will believe
that you were forced into anything by the time we are finished here
today... now you are going to say yes... to everything I ask you, or Lukas
will forward the first of several photos to EVERYONE on your contact
list... now lean forward and give my mean awesome cock-head a long,
sweeeeet KISS... right on it's sweeeet piss hole"

I tried struggling for all I was worth, but the teenage wonder boy was far
too strong, and easily held my head in place. All too soon, my lips came
into contact with a firm mushroom shaped cock-head., and once again Gunther
reminded me of my new place in life. "go ahead queer-boy... you asked to
see my equipment... and since father asked me and my bro to show you some
kindness, now that we all live under the same roof, I am going to give you
a personal close-up of it... how's it look? You like it? Does it live up to
your expectations of me? Do you want to kiss it now"

My mind began to scramble, searching for a way out of this. I knew that
there were some on my contact list that would not fall for this obvious
set-up, but what about all the others? I realized I had no choice but to
give into Gunther, and play along with this way kinky game of his, and
hopefully it would only be just this once, or at least till I had more time
to out smart these two evil punks.

I looked up to this teenage, god-like, boy wonder, and gave him the answers
to his many questions. "yes, Gunther... yes to all of the above"

The famous Meister family smirk, which seemed to be a permanent fixture to
Gunthers young handsome face, especially each and every time he felt
totally superior, appeared once again. "so, here's the thing... you are
obviously queer for me and my brother... cause you have been drooling non
stop, since we changed into our swim suits... and since we promised father
that we would show you kindness... I have decided to give-in to your
desire... and allow you to kiss it. So go ahead... since you so badly want
to... go ahead... kiss it" Obviously, everything he was saying, was part of
a scam for the video, to make it look as though I truly had queer desires
for these two jock-boys.

With every inch of pride within my mind, slowly dissolving, I struggled
with what little self respect I had remaining, before puckering my lips and
laying a tender kiss... on the above average sized cock-head... of my new
sixteen year old MASTER.

Never having seen another dudes dick... so up-close before, never mind
touching one, I was somewhat surprised that a cock-head (when not fully
hard) is rather fleshy and spongy. I guess I had never noticed mine that
way, or maybe had just never given it a thought. In any case, for some
reason, it just surprised me. However, it didn't surprise me nearly as much
as the next words out of Gunther. "come-on... that was hardly a kiss. I'll
allow you to do it again... but this time... you will have to ask me
nicely...for permission... go ahead... BEG ME... to allow you one more
kiss"

I felt another inch of my pride drop to the floor, as I continued playing
this wicked kinky game with my evil stepbrothers. "Please Gunther... may I
kiss your dick-head one more time... please" Shaking his head no, brought
further humiliation to an already extremely humiliating situation. "You're
getting closer... but first let's get my title in there... if I am going to
allow you to do improper things to parts of my body... I think it's only
fair that you refer to me as MASTER Gunther... don't you? I mean after
all... you are the one that seems to be receiving all the pleasure... I'm
not getting anything out of this... so humor me... by calling me master!
Oh, and one more thing... since I am allowing you to kiss my cock-head... I
must insist that you do it properly... give it some tongue... when you kiss
it"

Hearing himself talk down this way, to another dude two years older than
himself, must have been a major turn-on, cause I couldn't help but notice,
that his already impressive love muscle... had just grown even larger, even
a tad thicker, and a whole bunch of tads harder.

Pondering Gunthers words, I figured... oh what the hell, I can't fight
them... they are both way too strong, and if there is any way I can prevent
them from sending photos to all the people on my cell phone list... then I
obviously need to do whatever it takes, to keep them from doing
that. "Please Master Gunther... may I please kiss your dick-head one more
time... I promise Master Gunther to give it a proper kiss this time"

Though the words made ME ill, they seemed to hit the right note with both
brothers. For I had up till now, not seen them laugh so hard... for so
long. "did you get all of that on video before shutting it down, bro? This
is going to be far better than either of us could have hoped for... don't
you think"