Date: Tue, 26 May 2015 22:38:55 +0000
From: Chuck Hale <chuck0049@outlook.com>
Subject: My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt. 5

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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
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 My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt. 5



Recapping Pt. 4 (the last few paragraphs)



Nearly screaming in pain, Gunther fell off the sofa and onto the floor, in
a fetal position, with both hands cradling his painful balls. Now with a
slight grin on his face, as he stared into the eyes of the kid sitting next
to him, Lukas directed his attention to Gunthers friend. "Seems he is
useless to me for a few moments... so why don't you massage my leg, till he
is able to return and do as he was told"



The poor kid was literally speechless, seeing this shirtless well muscled
jock, sitting next to him, and being ordered to massage the dudes leg,
while his wicked tough friend was laying in pain on the floor, left him
with his mouth agape. If the poor kid only knew who he was dealing with. He
at first tried in vain to push the powerful leg off his lap, but no way was
it going to budge, not even a fraction of an inch.  The kid then squinted
his eyes and gave an angry growl. "Git your fucking leg off me, asshole" I
simply shook my head and quietly said a prayer for the poor kid.



Lukas stood up facing the kid, still sitting on the sofa. Then he climbed
up on the sofa, straddling the kids thighs with his own, and leaned inward,
till the crotch of his thin, skimpy, sweaty, nylon shorts, was pressed into
the face of the brave, but obviously soon to be dead, kid. And just before
he started grinding his package into the kids face, he let the kid know,
what was up. "Well... since you don't wanna massage my legs... you can take
care of this problem for me"



                               My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers pt. 5



Hearing those words, the kid at first tried putting up a fight. However, he
soon realized that trying to push this well muscled young jock off him,
wasn't going to happen. Especially seeing what happened to his friend
laying there on the floor. He was convinced that his bud Gunther was one of
the toughest kids ever to move to the neighborhood, and if this dude,
pinning him against the sofa, could beat-up Gunther, then he definitely
didn't stand a chance.

Lukas held the kids head tightly with both fists wrapped around the dudes
hair, and his nylon covered basket pressing that head against the sofas
back.  Laughing down at the helpless kid. "you know? You should be ashamed
of yourself, I mean you must be around my brothers age, right?  Yet, here I
am... a year younger... and you don't stand a snowballs chance in hell of
defending yourself against me, pretty pathetic, huh? So you like having
your lips pinned against the outline of my dick? Tell you what... give it a
kiss... and I'll let you go... BUT... you ever call an asshole or any other
fucking name again... I will seriously beat you, till you are out
cold... now give the out-line of my dick-head a kiss... show me how very
sorry you are, for calling me an asshole"







I watched closely to see what the kid would do, I recognized him from
school, he was a tough punk, and often bullied students, sometimes beating
them up for no reason. He never struck me as a nerd, or as a wimp that
would buckle easily under pressure. But sure enough, as I watched, the kid
slowly raised his arms, then placed the palms of his hands on the outside
of Lukas's solid thighs, and very slowly began massaging the length of
them, up and down. Lukas trying to impress the kid with his strength, began
flexing his leg muscles, increasing the hardness of his outer thighs,
causing the kid to flinch and blink his eyes.Then the kid totally shocked
me as I watched his cheeks pucker up, he pressed his face harder against
Lukas's groin. We heard a sigh, followed by a slight muffled moan, knowing
that it wasn't coming from Lukas, I continued to watch the scene unfold,
just as Lukas turned to me and grinned. "I'm gonna fucking love school this
year" Obviously, the kid did as ordered, and Lukas kept his word.



A few seconds later, I watched as Lukas removed his hands from the kids
head, and took one step backwards, releasing the pressure his groin had on
the kids face. I think we both expected the kid to try and bolt at this
point, yet once again, the kid surprised us, by leaning his head forward,
as though he was trying to keep his lips attached to the now hefty package,
pulling away from him. Lukas began to laugh his ass off. "What the fuck,
kid... you trying to blow me? Sorry to disappoint ya... but if you wanna
blow me, you have to work for it, like everyone else... get down on the
floor... since my brother is still trying to recover... you can take his
place... and do my feet"



The poor kid tried to explain as his face turned three shades of
red. "Noooo I don't want to blow you... I just don't wanna fight you... so
I thought that if I kissed it once more... you would keep your word and let
me go. Lukas wasn't totally convinced, as he turned his head and looked
over at his bro. "Who is this kid... and where did you meet him"



Gunther, now kneeling, but still rubbing his sore nads, and looking wicked
pissed at his brother, spoke up. "His name is Kyle Hartwell... but they
call him Hammer-boy, cause he's good at using his fists, and pounding on
dudes at school and around the neighborhood. Met him at the pool hall
downtown, a couple of weeks ago. By the way... why the fuck did you did you
do that to me... all this month I've been doing everything you say...yet
you just keep getting meaner with every passing day... what the fuck, bro?
Why you being this way"



Lukas, not showing much sympathy towards his brother, just smirked. "shut
the fuck up, before I shut you up, AGAIN" Turning his head back and glaring
in the kids eyes. "So... Kyle Hammer-boy Hartwell... to show that I do keep
my word... I'm gonna let you run out of here with your tail between your
legs... but be warned... there's a new sheriff in town... and he don't like
cowards... now get the fuck outta my house... before the new sheriff
changes his mind"



Hammer-boy, didn't waste anytime, hopping off the sofa and making a beeline
towards the door. Lukas then turned once again to his brother, with a mean
scowl. "I'm gonna give you one more chance... get the fuck over here and
remove my sneakers for me"



Gunther did as he was told, but not without making a few comments. "You
know I only have two days left at being your slave, right? After that,
don't ever expect me to do shit for you again. You don't treat blood the
way you've been treating me... but I'll let father deal with that... you
may think that you will be impressing him with all your new muscles, and
your mean as hell attitude, but your BIG mistake? Was turning on ME"



Gunther crawled over to his brother, positioning himself between Lukas's
strong legs, as he knelt there, staring coldly into his brothers eyes, he
submitted once again. "I'll do as you order... but remember... only two
days left" Lukas, lifting his right leg, and placing it on his brothers
right shoulder, gave his bro the famous family smirk. "Remove my sneaker,
and make love to my feet... you fucking loser... you think you scare me?
You wanna know why... I fucking hurt you all the time" Lukas quickly
removed his leg from his brothers shoulder, then grabbed himself a fistful
of Gunthers hair, and pulled his face in between his thighs, and locked
them around his brothers head. "Because I CAN... and because I want you and
everyone else to know... that I RULE you... and there isn't shit that you
can do about it. As far as our father is concerned, he has already
postponed his trip home a few times... be lucky to see him before out
twenty first birthday... at this rate"



Lukas roughly smashed his brothers handsome face into his nylon covered
crotch, smothering him, and then proceeded to flex his leg muscles,
allowing his bro, to feel the power, he was up against. "You think you only
have two days left as my slave? I will decide for how long you are my
slave... I should make you blow me... cause I think that you secretly want
to... but I will keep my word about the no sex agreement... keep you
dreaming about me choking you... till you are ready to fucking beg me to
drop that agreement, and let you chow down on my NINE & HALF inches... KISS
IT, you fucking loser"



I knelt there watching and listening, partly thankful that I was being
given a break for a change, partly feeling sorry for Gunther. I watched as
Lukas would tighten the head scissors he held his own brother in, and then
after a moment or two, he would ease up a bit, only to flex them again a
moment later, and back and forth, torturing his poor bro, long after
Gunther gave in, and kissed the outline of his brothers cock-head.



Watching the expression on Lukas's face, as he literally tortured his
brother with his powerful head scissors, I was amazed at how much pleasure
Lukas received, when he was able to use that particular wrestling hold on
someone. It was like he so totally enjoyed torturing another person with
his well muscled thighs. While constantly wearing a sadistic grin pasted to
his youthful handsome face, he so loved watching the contorted facial
expressions on whomever he held captive.

After physically torturing his only brother, for well over an hour, he
released his bro's head, and then roughly pushed him away, using his feet.
At that point, both Lukas and I watched poor Gunther rub the sides of his
head, while closing his eyes, his facial expression showing his discomfort,
as Lukas sat there with a triumphant smile pasted to his face.



A couple of moments later, Lukas got up from the sofa, went to his basket
of dirty clothes, and first pulled out two of his dirty jock-straps, and
then a pair of dirty socks. After looking over both jocks and the socks,
trying to determine which was the most fowl, he dropped one jock and the
socks on the floor by the sofa. Then approached his brother who was still
rubbing the sides of his head. Lukas then had to literally force the dirty
jock into his bro's mouth, while yelling at him. "SUCK ON THAT, YOU
FUCK... and if you spit it out, before I give you permission... I will beat
you so bad, you'll wish that you were dead... yeeaah, get a good taste of
where that's been... and all those dirty stains, had better be gone when
you're done"



Then looking over at me, after sitting back on the sofa, Lukas just
grinned, while bending his index finger back and forth, directing me to
come to him. I knew better than to stand and walk to him, knowing damn well
he would be pissed off, I crawled over to him on my hands and knees like a
dog. "Open wide, faggot... I have a treat for you... I'm going to allow you
to choose which of my feet to start with, then you're going clean these
socks of mine, that I have worn all day. you would prefer... my dirty JOCK,
or these dirty SOCKS, which will it be? JOCK or SOCK" Lifting one hand up
and then dropping it, only to lift the other hand up.  "JOCK or
SOCK... jock or sock... jock or sock"



While using my facial expressions to show my disgust with the options being
offered me, I noticed the yellowish stains on the jock, and I had to
wonder, If that is the cleaner of the two, poor Gunther must be fighting
hard right now, not to barf. I nodded my head, opting for the socks.



Lukas now grinning from ear to ear, while lifting his left leg, and resting
it on my shoulder, had another thought. "You know what, faggot.. since you
gave me such an awesome blow-job... I am going to allow you another
option. Go ahead and remove my sneakers for me... I'm sure you would much
prefer the socks I am wearing now, over these ones in my hand, I mean, the
ones I am wearing may have a better flavor, since I jogged for a couple of
hours earlier"



I just could not stop hating this young dude, and his frigging evil little
mind. Actually, at that moment, I wasn't sure whom I hated more, the two
brothers for using me non stop as their newest toy, or my mother for
ruining my life, by marrying the brother of Adolf Hitler.



Once I removed Lukas's left sneaker, I was immediately ordered to do the
same with the right. Now with both sneakers laying on the floor, Lukas
raised his sock covered left foot to my face. "KISS... and then
LICK... till I order you to stop" Having his left foot pressed flush
against my face, left me with no other option but to take in a not so clean
odor, as the slightly damp foot covered both my nose as well as my
lips. Not daring to piss Lukas off, I kissed the younger brothers foot, as
I was ordered to do, bringing another smirk to Lukas's face. "KISS IT
AGAIN"



After fulfilling my latest order to kiss the damp and slightly musky
smelling, yet sexy foot, of my fifteen year old master. I began my journey
from heal to toes, with my tongue pressed against the cotton covered
foot. Licking, tasting, and inhaling the slightly moist fabric. I suppose
it was just another victory, another notch etched into the dominant and
aggressive mind of this way out of control teen. After licking steadily for
about fifteen minutes non stop, I pulled my face away for just a quick
breather, only to have it slapped several times with force, leaving a
stinging, numb like sensation.



Lukas, angry with me for taking a breather, used the same foot that I was
being made to worship, to roughly kick me, causing me to fall over
backwards, and onto the floor. Before having a chance to pull myself back
up to a kneeling position, Lukas used that foot again to pin my head to the
floor, totally covering my face with his heal, sole and toes, then after
leaving his foot there for several minutes, and nearly smothering me, he
looked down at me with a smirk.  "you don't get a break, unless I say you
get a break, faggot. When you gonna learn... you're not the one in control
here... I am"



After a few moments of having my head literally pinned to the floor, Lukas
lifted the foot, but only by a hair, once again allowing my tongue access
to it. "Go ahead queer-boy, continue licking... till I give you permission
to stop" As I licked the sock covered foot from heal to toe, I couldn't
help but feel as though I had reached another low point, now I could ad
worshipping their feet to my ongoing lists of humiliations.



Lukas now appeared quite happy with my performance and his ability to
control me completely. "Dude? You look so frigging pathetic laying there on
the floor, under my feet. Is there any part of my body that you wont
worship? I think not... I think you will do whatever the hell I order you
to do... isn't that right" Fifteen year old Lukas emphasized this by
grinding his foot once again into my face.



After approximately twenty minutes of having his slave-boy worship both his
feet, the younger brother insisted that I remove his socks for him, and
proceed to massage his sexy feet. "Ok fag-boy... take my socks off me, not
with your hands, but with your teeth... then I want you to give my feet
that best foot massage they have ever had. You do a good job... and maybe I
will allow you to give me another awesome blow-job a little later"



Removing Lukas's socks using just my teeth, proved to be not only another
humiliating task, but a difficult one as well. Working at it for quite
sometime, I was able however, to accomplish what appeared at first to be an
impossible demand. Again, my young master appeared to enjoy my position at
his feet. "Well done, faggot... now take your time while using your hands
to massage each of my feet. Do your best to please me... and I will reward
you with another copious mouthful of my precious, warm, thick and creamy,
special sauce...doesn't that sound awesome? I loved watching you choke on
that last plentiful load, almost as much as I loved feeding it to you"



After completing the humiliating task of massaging the feet of the younger
brother, Lukas roughly forced the toes and soles of each of his sweat
dampened socks, into my mouth. "Here you go, bitch... I've decided to let
you continue cleaning these socks, as apposed to the dirty ones on the
floor.  Now open up wide and suck on these for a while... let's see if you
can do as good a job cleaning these socks with your mouth as my brother can
with my jock, meanwhile, I'll be in my bedroom downloading some interesting
photos onto my laptop"



Apparently, no one was more surprised than the brothers, when out of
nowhere their father walks in the front door. Taking one look at me with
Lukas's socks hanging from my mouth, Lars laughed. "I see my son Gunther
has discovered a new way to launder his clothes... I must say he has quite
the imagination, doesn't he"



Removing the socks from my mouth I corrected him. "These socks are not
Gunthers, they belong to Lukas's" Lars laughed even harder than the first
time. "You don't say... well I stand corrected... it's my son Lukas
then... that has a wild imagination... but... for a fifteen year old, you
have to give him credit, right"



Walking further into the room, he stopped short, seeing his older son
kneeling on the floor with a jock hanging out of his mouth. "Someone tell
me what the hell is going on here... why do you have that disgusting thing
hanging from your mouth... and why the hell do you have a black eye, and
those bruises on your body... I repeat... what the hell is going on here"



Gunther removed Lukas's jock-strap from his mouth, and asked his father for
sometime alone together so that he could explain. The two went into the
study and closed the door, about thirty minutes later Lukas entered the
room, towel drying his hair. "Hey where did my brother go... he didn't ask
for permission to leave this room" It was my turn to grin, as I gleefully
explained to him. "Your brother is in the study... with your father, having
a private conversation"



I found it interesting that the father didn't have a problem with me being
bullied and having to suck on his youngest sons dirty socks, but finding
his older son in a similar situation, totally pissed him off, but from my
experience with Lars and from what I had learned from the sons about him, I
wasn't the tiniest bit surprised.



After conversing for nearly an hour, Lars and Gunther exited the study and
walked into the parlor, with Lars questioning the whereabouts of his
youngest son. "where is Lukas" coming in from the kitchen, Lukas spoke
up. "I'm right here... father"



Lars, not appearing very happy, snapped at his fifteen year old son. "I
want you in the damn study... but first, I want you to march up to your
room and put some clothes on... you will wear more than a damn swim suit,
when I am around... now go change, then get right back here and meet me in
the study"



Not exactly sure what was said to either son, all I know is that Gunther
left the study in a much better mood than he had been in, in
sometime. Where as Lukas, after being in the study with his father for
nearly an hour and a half, exited the room with a frown on his face, and
red eyes.



Lukas approached his brother, and apologized. "Listen bro... I must
apologize... I guess I got carried away, and over excited with all this new
power and stuff. Father is right... you and I are blood... we shouldn't be
fighting amongst ourselves. Plus Father has forbid it to ever happen
again. Please forgive me bro" His father standing there listening, to the
heartfelt apology, nodded his head in approval.



Gunther, looking at his younger brother with anger in his eyes, apparently
wasn't buying the whole apology thing, he knew as well as I did, that Lukas
not only has an anger problem, but also has a tendency to be a control
freak, but since his father had not only lectured Lukas for such a long
time but also had forbidden any future fights between the two brothers,
Gunther decided to call a truce. "Fine bro... all is forgiven... we'll
pretend it never happened" Again, this apparently met the fathers
approval. "Good... tonight, we will go to the airport and pick up your
cousin Dolph... we will then go out to dinner. Tomorrow night I fly back to
London to be with your stepmother... that will give me some time to get
Dolph settled in"



I wanted to know what was happening with my mother... she is never abroad
on business for more than a few weeks, and it's now been a month. "Lars,
why is my mother still in London, and when will she be returning" Seeming a
little put out that he has to even be bothered by me, Lars, rolled his
eyes, sighed, and then spoke. "The government would like her to stay in
London, till she can settle an international problem that has been a thorn
in Americas side for some time now... she may very well be there for a few
more weeks. Meanwhile... I am leaving my son Gunther in charge here at the
house, and I would prefer if you have any problems, that you not bother
your mother with them, but that you contact me instead... she has enough on
her mind, understood? However, with that said... I am quite confident that
my sons can handle whatever problem that may occur, So I would prefer you
work it out with one of them before bothering me, understood? Also, I trust
you will obey all house rules that my sons may feel the need to set, while
I am away "



Watching the reaction on Lukas's face after hearing his fathers words
pertaining to Gunther being in charge of the house when he is not around, I
noticed that he seemed a little annoyed, rolling his eyes as he smirked. I
thought to myself, well this should be interesting, but only time will
tell. Maybe after getting lectured by his father, it will be enough to keep
him from fighting or dominating his weaker bro.



Not being invited to ride with them to the airport, and not being given any
duties to fulfill while they were away, I took a much needed shower, and
then rested in my room, simply because I could.



It was late when the family returned home. I had taken a nap, only to be
awoken by Lars voice calling to me. "Barret... come here, I have someone
for you to meet" Once in the parlor, I was introduced to Dolph, a handsome
young teen, the same age as Lukas. I could see a strong resemblance to his
cousins. Very athletic looking, with darker hair, and eyes, but otherwise
the same muscular frame, and of course the famous family smirk.



After introductions, Lars dismissed us, and asked his nephew to join him in
the study, but not before Dolph instructed me to fetch his luggage from the
car, which angered and frustrated me to no end. Looking to Lars for some
sort of reprieve, he simply nodded his head. "Go ahead... do as your
told... I expect you to show Dolph the same respect, as you have been
taught by my sons to show them"



I couldn't believe my ears, I know I should have seen this coming, and I
know by now that I was pretty much considered a personal slave to the sons,
but why should I also be a slave to a visitor. Yet, knowing the temper and
violent mood swings that appeared to run in the family, I chose not to
argue the point, and marched out to the car to FETCH the nephews luggage,
all five suitcases.



While Lars and his nephew Dolph were inside the study discussing whatever,
the two brothers and myself were in the parlor playing on my X-Box. Lukas
appeared to be treating Gunther a whole lot better, and things seemed to be
back to the way they were, when the two entered my life. Whatever my
feelings were about Lars, he certainly has the respect and cooperation of
his two sons, and the proof was in the way Lukas had done a complete turn
around since his fathers lecture.



Once the door to the study opened, Lars and Dolph stepped out into the
parlor, I looked up to see Lars patting his nephew on the back. Not sure
why, but for some odd reason, both looked in my direction, and Dolph
staring directly into my eyes, gave me what I now considered the famous
family smirk. Lars walked away, and Dolph joined his cousins and myself in
front of the wide screen television, while the two brothers were going at
it hot and heavy playing the latest "Call of Duty" Dolph staked his claim
on the next game. "I call the next game... I'm going to show you all how an
expert wins at this game"



After a couple of hours of playing with the X-Box, and before going off to
bed, the four of us sat in the parlor, chatting like we were all the best
of friends. The discussion turned to my High school, and my best
friend. Dolph seemed rather curious, asking all sorts of questions about
Jayden and other friends I may have at school. It seemed kind of odd, since
up till now the brothers had absolutely no interest in my backround.



After explaining to the three that our local High School was probably like
any other, and that the two brothers would fit in just fine, I went on to
explain that after graduating a few weeks ago, my plans were to attend a
University out of state. Not sure why, but after announcing this, Gunther
and Lukas looked at each other and grinned.



The three also seemed impressed that Jayden was not only one of the top
jocks at my school, but also extremely popular with all the students, and
especially with all the girls in town. They also seemed impressed with the
fact that Jayden has been dating the same girl for the past three years.



Gunther also raised another interesting question, if Jayden and I were best
friends, why had he and his brother not met him up till now. I explained
that he had been away with his girlfriend on a three week trip across
country, and that he's been pretty busy since his return home. Of course I
couldn't reveal the real reason I have been holding him at bay since his
return home. Which is because I didn't want him seeing how I have become
pretty much a slave to the stepbrothers, and the control they have over me.



I was very happy when the conversation changed to Dolph, and his upcoming
three shows at the Civic Center. He mentioned that we were all invited, and
that he had several tickets available for us. He went on to explain that
his popularity in Germany had grown rapidly in the past couple of years,
and that he, even at his young age, was considered one of the best
Hypnotists in his country.



Dolph claimed that he was overly tired, what with the long day, and his
thirteen hour plane ride, and stated he was off to bed. As we all stood and
said goodnight to one another, Gunther told me that he wanted to see me in
his room, which brought a wide grin to both Dolph and Lukas. I had wondered
if Dolph had been informed about my special duties as the wimpy
stepbrother, and that grin between the two cousins pretty much confirmed my
suspicions. Now my curious mind wondered, if I he too would be enjoying my
special services.



Why Gunther had chosen that particular night to expand my list of duties,
particularly to him, I have no clue. Once inside his room, he told me to
shut and lock the bedroom door. I quickly became concerned, because up till
now, his door had never been closed, never mind locked, while I gave him
his, before-bed-blow-job. "Get naked, bitch... tonight I get to take your
cherry... I'm gonna fuck your brains out... while I officially turn you
into a BITCH"



I quickly turned to the door, desperately needing to escape the confines of
his room. But, suspecting that would be my first reaction, and before I
could even reach for the lock, I was tackled, and thrown on top of Gunthers
king size bed. Apparently Gunther had this all planned out in advance,
because from out of no-where he had one of his dirty jock-straps in his
hand, and as he pinned me down, while straddling my chest, he managed to
force the jock into my mouth. "This is to keep you from yelling for
help... not that you would receive any... but since my cousin needs his
sleep tonight... I don't want your screaming keeping him awake. Now, you
either strip down to nothing, willingly... or I will rip your fucking
clothes to shreds... which will it be"



With a mouthful of his disgusting jock, and my arms pinned beneath his
strong legs, there was no way I could answer. I could only respond with a
muffled reply, and plead with him through my horrified eyes. In return, I
received a sadistic grin. "Times up faggot... I don't have a problem
ripping these off you"



Showing off his powerful strength once again, Gunther proceeded to rip my
t-shirt and shorts to shreds, leaving me completely naked on top of his
bed. Then pulling his dirty jock from my mouth, he informed me of what was
to be. "You're going to suck my cock for me, just to get it super hard,
then I'm going to flip you over, and fuck you into next month, fagboy"



Pressing the head of his superior cock to my lips, along with a stinging
slap to my face, Gunther ordered me to open wide. "Yeah, I love slapping
you around, it gets me hard... you know that's why Lukas beats the fuck out
of you, right? He sooo gets off on it... actually he gets off on beating up
anyone, after working over a dude, he is so hard, he has to get off... been
that way since he hit puberty... but hey, whatever works, right. With
me... it's having my cockhead between someones lips, and them using their
tongue to clean my piss-lit. So let's get to it, faggot"



I did as I was told, with Gunther's large cock-head resting between my
lips, I proceeded to clean it the best I could, rolling my tongue over his
piss-slit, and lapping up his oozing pre-juice, and I continued doing so,
till he pulled it away, and gave my face another power slap. "good job,
queer-boy... now turn over on your belly, I'm gonna climb on top of
you... and ride you like a bronco"



I tried again pleading with my older stepbrother, begging him not to stick
his monster dick into my butt. "Come-on Gunther... pleeeaaassse, do not do
this to me... you are way too big, and I no it's going to be very
painful... please, I will do anything you say... I will be your slave
forever... I promise" "Seriously, dude... you just don't get it, do you?
You are already my slave... and you will already do what the fuck ever I
order you to do... and right now... I order you to turn the fuck over on
your belly... so I can fuck your lights out"



Knowing damn well by now, that begging and pleading with either of the
stepbrothers was useless, I decided (before receiving another wicked hard
face slap or worse, his body punches) to do as commanded, I turned over,
and laid stretched out, while he climbed on top, with his hard well muscled
body laying fully on top of me.



First, grabbing a fistful of my hair, he stuffed his dirty jock into my
mouth once again, and then pulling my head back till his lips were at my
ear, he whispered. "get ready, faggot... I'm not gonna lie to you... this
is going to fucking hurt... way more than you can imagine... at least for a
little while... but after a few times with me fucking you hard... you'll
actually being begging me to FUCK YOU, on a regular basis... you'll see"



With all the warnings he offered me, I still was not prepared for the first
penetration, when his huge cock-head entered my hole, I tried screaming my
lungs out, but the sounds stemming from him penetrating me... for the first
time, were mostly muffled through his dirty jock-strap, as I sunk my teeth
into, it and began to grind.



I felt his huge cock-head inch it's way deeper into me, and inch by inch,
the pain was more horrifying, than the previous inches, causing me to yelp
and cry out, silently. When he was completely inside me, he raised my head
up off the pillows once again. "Yeah... you little wrestling jock... this
is what we superior males, call ... being PINNED! You are such a pitiful
little bitch... allowing another dude a whole year younger than you, to
take his place on top of you... and fuck your brains out... which is what
I'm about to do now... ooohhh yeeahh... hold on tight, faggot... you'll
never experience a wilder ride than this, ever again"



That was all the warning I received, before Gunther kept his promise to
himself, and began riding me... like a wild bronco. No matter how loud, or
for how long I screamed into his well stained jock-strap... my muffled cry
for help, went unheard, and totally un-answered. Within minutes, Gunther
began a steady pace of plunging in and out, and with each powerful plunge
inward... I literally screamed with all the breath I had, begging into the
cloth that held his more than adequate equipment safe and sound, but my
pleas, needless to say, went unheard. Feeling his well muscled body,
pressed tightly and solidly against my weaker frame, I realized for the
first time... that indeed, he was far more superior than me, in every sense
of the word.



I'm not even sure for how long the whole ordeal lasted, seemed to me like
hours had passed since he had climbed on top of me. I was even beginning to
wonder, if I would even live through the first time, being totally
fucked. Then I felt his huge cock begin to throb deep inside my body, and
as I felt the powerful pulsing of his cook, thrusting his seed deep into my
bowels, there was one thing that I became totally sure about, he finally,
thoroughly, convinced me, that he most definitely... (even being a year
younger) deserved the title of MASTER.



I'm not even sure at what point I had stopped screaming, and begging for
him to stop, all I know is that when he was finished pounding his seed into
me, he once again lifted my head up from the pillows and whispered into my
ear. "You are now... OFFICIALLY my BITCH"



The next day, I felt the eyes of both Lukas and Dolph glued to me, as if
they could see Gunthers cum floating around inside my bowels. I felt
ashamed and humiliated more than ever, and I literally wanted to hide in my
room, and cry for hours. However, there was no way in hell that Lukas was
going to allow me to do that, certainly not after his brother had seemingly
gained the upper hand, simply by fucking my brains out.



I was informed by both Lukas and Dolph, that they wanted me to invite my
best bud, Jayden over to play the newest version of `Call of Duty' and also
to get to know him. Just when I truly felt that things could not get any
worse, the two of them made it perfectly clear... that indeed, things
could. I tried begging and pleading all over again, (when would I ever
learn that it was useless) to try and convince Lukas and Gunther, that
Jayden would fucking kill me, if he found out that I was being used as a
cum bucket, by my two YOUNGER stepbrothers. I explained that he was a total
jock and fag hater, and if he saw the photos or even heard about the things
I had done, he would beat me literally to a pulp. Lukas explained to me
that he would never allow someone outside to beat me up. "are you serious,
man? You really think we would let someone outside the family beat you up?
Sure... you maybe a punching bag... but you are OUR punching bag... no one
else gets to use you as such, NO ONE ELSE... including your best bud, so
don't be concerned about what he may think... besides, we are not going to
out you to him... we just wanna meet him, and get to know your best
friend... you know, since we are family and all. So go give him a call,
have him come over tomorrow"



Jayden seemed happy as hell to finally hear from me, rambling on and on
about his three week vacation with his girlfriend Jenna, telling me that we
had so much to catch up on. I tried to appear as though I was as enthused
as he was about him coming over, but actually, I was scared as shit, even
though Lukas had promised not to out me. I felt sick to my stomach, that
somehow Jayden would see what a little bitch I was, and being used as such,
by my younger stepbrothers.



During the course of the day, I was used by all three to perform head and
other humiliating tasks, but I was used mostly by Dolph, who had me blow
him three times between breakfast and dinner. He reminded me so much of
Lukas, maybe it was the age thing, but he was by far meaner than both Lukas
and Gunther put together. Yet he is so perfect looking, both handsome as
well as having a wicked tight and well toned body. I am guessing that his
meanness and attitude towards any other male was from the family
upbringing, but whereas Gunther and Lukas were mostly schooled here in the
states, Dolph wasn't, and therefore his attitude appeared much meaner. Even
before we sat down to breakfast, I was summonsed to the guest room, where
Dolph was staying during his visit with us.



As soon as I entered the guest room, and saw Dolph sitting in the
overstuffed chair, with his legs spread wide, and wearing only his low rise
briefs, I knew what I was in for, but I had no idea how mean he could be,
especially during sex. "So, Barry... I hear that it's your duty to service
my personal needs during my stay here... sounds good to me, why don't you
drop to your hands and knees and crawl over here to me... crawl here
between my legs... if there is one thing I enjoy... it's putting some fun
between my legs"



Doing once again what was commanded of me, I made my way over to the very
handsome fifteen year old jock, placing myself between his powerful looking
thighs, with my face inches from what certainly appeared to be another
massive basket. I didn't feel that it was fare to expect me to be a
cock-sucker to the guests, so I may have been pouting at the time, but
still, it didn't seem as though it was reason enough for Dolph to haul off
and slap me in the face as hard as he did, nearly knocking me over. `What
the fuck is that frown for... you should be grateful that I would allow a
queer like you to even be this close to my hot as hell shaft... now LICK
the front of my briefs, till I say you may stop, you fucking faggot"



The power slap to my face left a stinging sensation, and it also left me
wondering if this was the real Dolph. It wouldn't have surprised me, if it
was, knowing how brutal his cousins could be. I moved my face forward till
it was pressed against the well packed basket, and then proceeded to brush
my tongue up and down and to the sides, being sure to cover the entire
crotch area, not wanting to give young Dolph another reason to bitch slap
me. However, it became quite clear, that young Dolph didn't need a reason
for being brutal. His way of letting me know that it was time to move to
the next step, was two more power slaps as hard as the first one. "What the
fuck you waiting for, bitch, get on with it... fucking blow me
already... how fucking stupid are you, anyway... by the way, me and Lukas
know that Gunther fucked you silly last night... so don't go thinking that
it's some kind of big secret here, just saying"



I lowered the waist band to Dolphs sexy briefs, allowing his (what appeared
to be) nine to ten inches of stone hard cock to slap up against his just as
impressive abs. A little dab of pre-cum had formed a tiny bubble at his
piss-slit, and I knelt there (for apparently a few seconds too long)
looking at it. That little act landed me two more power slaps to my
face. "what the fuck, man... Lukas told me that you enjoyed it rough... I
guess the fuck he was right... maybe you would prefer me to just sit here
and fucking bash you in the face over and over again, as apposed to you
blowing me... is that it? You fucking little queer" I was quite certain
that his last couple of hand slaps to my face had left a mark or two.





Raising my right palm up to the side of my face to lightly massage it, only
infuriated Dolph more. Without any warning he jumped up off the couch and
started kicking me in my side with his bare feet, till I was laying on the
floor. He then came crashing down on top of me, straddling my upper chest,
with my arms pinned beneath his strong legs, allowing him clean shots and
an unprotected head for him to brutalize. The oncoming power slaps were
relentless, and brutal, not sure exactly how many, but enough for me to
feel that he was going to knock me out just by slapping me senseless.



When he finally stopped pummeling my face with his open hands, he continued
sitting on me, staring down into my eyes with a sadistic smirk. After a
moment or so, he stood up over me and dropped his briefs on top of my face,
using a bare foot, he began grinding his briefs in my face, mostly my nose
and lips. The odor stemming from his briefs was intoxicating to say the
least. "Open up wide and SUCK on my fucking underware, bitch... get that
crotch area inside your fucking queer little mouth, and suck on that pouch,
been wearing those since I left Germany yesterday morning, dumped two loads
in them last night while listening to Gunther pound you a new pussy... I
decided then... that I would have you clean them with your mouth.



Dolph ending up doing push-ups on my face, literally fucking my scull like
it was an old, well used cunt. He then ended up dumping countless volleys
of warm cum in my throat, nearly drowning me with the copious amount of
thick boy-juice.



He ended up making me blow him two more times before dinner, once after
witnessing Lukas pound my face with his hard nine and a half inch power
tool, slapping me over and over again with it, till it shot several ropes
of his specialty sauce all over my face.



Later that night, when it was time for bed, Gunther instructed me to come
to his room after I showered. As we all headed for our separate rooms,
Lukas tapped his bro on the shoulder and whispered. "So tell me
bro... cause I've been dying to know... how did you enjoy the taste of my
dirty jock the other day... did it taste every bit as good as you imagined
it would... I happen to have another one, if you'd like something to
nurture, while pounding your meat tonight" Gunther just gave his bro a
dirty look. "trust me... I wont need to use my hand tonight... I'm in the
process of building a new cunt... so why don't you do us both a favor and
shove that jock up your ass" Lukas not one for lack of words, was quick
with a comeback. " Maybe I just might do that... add a little more flavor
to it... bet you'd like it even more then... huh"



As Lars was carrying his suitcases down the hallway, while getting ready to
leave for the airport for his trip to London, he passed his son Gunthers
room, and heard a voice weeping and begging, he put his ear up to the door,
and heard me crying while in wicked pain. "Pleeeaase Master Gunther... it
hurts wicked bad... pleeeaaase pull it out of me... I'll blow you... I'll
do anything you want... but this hurts way too
much... pleeeaase... pleeeaase... pleeeaase"

Lars nodded his head approvingly, and grinned, feeling very proud of his
older son, as he thought to himself. `keep him begging, son' `keep him
begging'



The thing is, even if Gunther had heard what his father was thinking, it
couldn't have enticed him any more, than he was already. As he laid
completely on top of me and continued to fuck me mercilessly. Ignoring my
begging and pleas, as he continued building himself a new cunt.