Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2008 01:33:14 -0400
From: walrus
Subject: My Rugby Brother, Chapter 1

NOTE: I tried to include a little bit of everything in here so it'd appeal
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know if y'all think I should continue with this story, or just write
different short ones. Thanks!


"Hey.. come on. Don't cry." I said gently, hugging my older brother. At
5'7, I was substantially shorter than my heartbroken sibling, but I
outweighed him easily by fifty pounds.

My brother, Zeke, was a mess just then. "What will I do without him?" he
cried out, his eyes red with tears.

"Everything you've ever dreamt of." I whispered as he laid his head down on
my hard shoulder. He soon fell victim to the Sandman, and I gently picked
him up and carried him to his bed. Hours later, there was a soft knock on
the door.

I was shocked at who was in the doorway; the same guy responsible for
Zeke's heartbreak. I just stared at him. "H--Hi. Can I come in?" he asked,
somewhat taken aback by my precence.

"No." I said sternly, softly shutting the door.

"Please wait!" he cried out. "I just wanted to apologize."

"That's it? You go off with another guy for a short fuck, and you're gonna
tell HIM, my brother, that you're sorry?" I felt my anger boiling.

"You gotta listen, Nicholas-"

"I don't have to do anything. Now leave before I remove you myself." The
thought that this guy thought he could just have his way with my brother
pissed me off to no end.

"I don't think your brother would appreciate-" he started. I approached his
6'2, lanky frame and twisted his arms together. "No please!" he whispered.
My muscular, 180 pound stature made short work of him.

"You're not gonna hurt that boy again." I whispered with rage.

"Stop.." he groaned in pain.

"Go find another guy's life to ruin, because you ain't touching his." I
said before throwing him thirty feet into the road.

To say that I was mad would be an understatement; I was furious. I honestly
felt like snapping that guy like a twig, but I knew it'd only hurt Zeke
more. As I liggered in his doorway, I watched him sleep soundlessly, his
eyes still red from crying. For some unexplicable reason, I didn't feel
comfortable leaving him alone, so I got in the bed with him, effortlessly
pulling him close, my solid legs intertwined with his fragile ones.

"Nicholas.." he moaned sleepily.

"Shhhh.." I said, stroking his hair as he buried his head in my chest.



I awoke to Zeke trying to get my thighs off of him, to no avail. Smirking
slighty, I let go off the grip on his body that I had fallen asleep with.

"God." he panted.

I smiled. "Feel like breakfast?"

"Sure, but I don't know if I can go to school today.." he said weakly.

"I understand." I said.

"But I don't know if you can miss.."

"If you're staying, then I'm staying." I said, putting an arm around his
shoulder lightly.

"Whatever you want. I'm just sad that we don't have an adult figure to rely
on. Ever since mom died, dad hasn't cared at all." His voice quivered.

"We get by. Come on, we needn't think about such things. Life is hard as it
is." I told him, picking him up.

"I can walk, you know." he smiled.

"But you're not going to." I said as I carried my older brother down the
stairs. Helpless, Zeke just snickered and yawned. "That boy came down last
night."

I was putting sausage in a pan of hot grease when I said those words.
"Wha-what? Why didn't you wake me?" he stuttered.

"You're not this play thing, Zeke. I won't let him use you like that, and I
won't let you put your heart out there." I said.

"You're not being fair.." though he didn't sound so sure.

"You know I've never let anyone hurt you. This time I did, and I won't let
it happen again. If that boy comes back here, I'll crush his little frame.
Do you understand me?" I felt like a jackass, but I knew what would happen
if Zeke fell for him again.

"Yeah Nick.. whatever you say." He drooped.

"Come on Zeke.." I said, tenderly massaging his shoulders.

"Ahh.." he sighed, relaxed. "You're so manipulative, but in a good way."

"Keep saying that loverboy. I gotta shower; I reek."

"No way, you smell awesome!" he exclaimed.

To be honest, I hadn't showered in two days, and after hours of rugby
training, I knew I smelt extremey awful. Perhaps Zeke was just being kinky.
In any case, I traversed to the bathroom, slipped the tight tank top over
my head of brown hair, and dropped my silk gym shorts to te ground.

As I showered, I began to hear people shouting in the house. I quickly
turned off the shower and slipped a towel around my slim waist, my thick,
hairy legs glistening with power as I walked into the kitchen. I found that
same damn boy, the heartbreaker, wrestling Zeke on the floor. Now, I'll be
honest; Zeke isn't the fighting type. He's a gentle, sensitive guy that's
pretty weak, so naturally he didn't stand a chance against this guy, whom I
call 'He artbreaker'. That's where I come in.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" I yelled. The rage I felt cannot
be described with words. All I know was that this guy wasn't getting off
easily at all this time. Everything just kind of stopped; Heartbreaker
looked up at me, though he was still on top of Zeke, and look petrified.

"Get off of me!" Zeke yelled, tears forming in his eyes. That's when I
snapped; no body make my brother cry and gets away with it. Heartbreaker
didn't stand a chance at all as I swiftly kicked him across the face.

"Oh my god!" he yelled out, his vision blurred by the pain.

"You think you're cool!?" I yelled out, kicking him again.

"God damn!" he cried. "Stop it!"

"You didn't fucking listen to Zeke? Why the hell should I listen to you?!"
I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed him, giving him the most painful
scissorhold he'll ever experience. He let out an involuntary, bellowing
yell.

In case you don't know, rugby is a very intensive sport, and it's given me
my legs that are thicker than most grown men's. And in situations like this
one, it's very useful, I must say. As I tightened my monstrous grip, he
screamed louder.

"Nick you'll kill him!" Zeke yelled out. He sounded genuinely worried.

"I'll probably just break a few ribs." I grunted, but this wasn't enough
for Zeke. He managed to wrap both arms around to my shoulders, but my back
was too wide for him to do any good. "Zeke.." I said in a warning tone,
speaking over Heartbreaker's desperate cries for help, but Zeke continued
to try to push me off.

I pulled his little body to the ground and pinned him with one arm, but I
didn't want to be guilty of doing what Heartbreaker did, so I released my
deathgrip on Heartbreaker's ribs. "Oh my god.." he moaned, and I'm pretty
sure I cracked some bones.

"Get up." I commanded.

"You know what? Fuck you!" he yelled.

*SMACK*

I backhanded him across the face. "Shut up bitch."  He didn't say another
word.

"See you in hell." Zeke managed to choke out, staring at Heartbreaker.

"You know, it doesn't have to be--AHH!" he screamed in pain as I began to
hurt him in every way possible. I slapped him across the face, punched him
in the stomach, and elbowed him hard in the ribs with my powerful arms.
"Please sir.." he said weakly. I wrapped a beefy arm around his neck and
put him to sleep.

"I'll be right back." I said quietly to my older, but little brother as I
threw the guy outside.

When I got back in the kitchen, a huge crash of thunder boomed in the sky,
causing Zeke to jump. "Oh my god!" he said, horrified. Yes, okay, my
brother is what most people would call a pussy, but I still love him.
"God.. I get assaulted and feel like I'm going to get my ass kicked, and
now I have to deal with this thunderstorm?" he shuddered.

"Want me to kick the weather's ass too?" I grinned.

"You're not THAT strong." he smirked.

"Oh really?" I got on top of him, my bulging crotch inches from his face,
the only thing covering it a towel.

"God damn, you smell manly, and you're only 15." he said, overwhelmed by my
power.

"Yeah? You smell heavenly too." I took in a whiff of him, and he smelled
like Angel Food Cake.

"Me? Nah, I smell like a little boy."

"Just because you think you look like a little boy," I started, stretching
my arms out and pinning his hands above him, making my bushes of pithair
visible, "Doesn't mean I do."

"But looks at these little arms.. I can't even move them when you're
pinning me."

"Good, that's the way I like it." I whispered, my dark green eyes meeting
his baby blues.

"Look at me.. I've got an Abercrombie stud for a brother.."

"Abercrombie? I'm a real man, boy, this is real power." I smirked, gently
squeezing him with my ripped thighs.

"Ohhh.." he moaned softly. I have no idea how my body produced so much
testosterone that day, but all I knew was that I had to have him. After
squeezing a little more, I leaned in for a kiss.

He looked taken aback at first, but I made him face me, and after that, he
didn't resist. As our tongues wrestled each other, I took complete control
of his body. With a few moans from his part, I flipped us over so he was on
top, but intertwined my legs around his weak body. I felt the blue towel
that was around my waist start to tent up.

"Holy mother of god.." He whispered, as my dick literally lifted him in the
air.

"Looks like my cock isn't playing any games." I smirked. I knew I was being
arrogant, but I didn't care. I knew my dick was pretty five times longer
and thicker than his ever would be, and he couldn't do anything about it.

I got up, picked him up and slung him over my shover, and went into his
bedroom. I threw him down on the bed without mercy, and slammed my right
armpit in his face. "Inhale this scent." I told him. "Lick these sweaty
pits." I was savage at that point. "You've never seen a guy so masculine,
have you little boy?"

"No sir, never." he said submissively.

"Good. Feel these arms." I commanded. I've seen some strong arms in my
life, but my biceps are so huge that if I hit Zeke, he'd probably die.

"Ohhh god." he whispered.

"You can't even reach both hands around one of them." I taunted. "Now get
down on your knees." I got off the bed and stood upright. "Feel these
massive pillars of strength." I told him, flexing my legs unwaveringly.

"They're so huge!" Zeke exclaimed, trying to dent my calves, which
resembled huge veiny balls of muscle.

"You got that right, little boy." I smirked, ripping off the towel
concealing my crotch an ass. Immediately, my cock smacked Zeke in the face,
its reeking scents filling his nostrils. "Before you get my cock, you have
to do a favor for me." I said, hitting him in the face with my cock again.

"Yes sir?" he said, looking up at me.

"Worship these dirty feet." I told him. As you may have guessed by now, I
am no ordinary 15 year old. I'm extremely hairy, and this includes my feet.

"Uh sir.."

"Are you back talking me? Because I can force you to do it if you aren't
going to cooperate."

"No of course not." he said, getting on his hands and knees as my feet
slapped him in the face some. "They're so big.." he gasped.

"Lick them. I won't tell you again." I ordered. Without a word, he began to
lick my dirty feet clean. "You like these sweaty feet, don't you?" I
smirked. He held onto my rock solid calves for support, which still
wouldn't dent. I took my other massive foot and stuck it in his face. I
knew that they stunk; they smelt like shit, but he didn't care. His weak
tongue wasn't strong enough. "Bite it."

He didn't seem to mind that one bit. He bit as hard as he could, my
muscular, veiny feet holding their own. "Fuck yeah little bitch! Bite as
hard as you can, you pussy! You're still too fucking weak!" I yelled in
ecstasy. Eventually, I took my other foot and started kicking the shit out
of his face. "How does that feel bitch?!" I screamed. All he did was moan,
half in pain, half in heaven.

After I was horny enough, I took my foot out of his mouth and slammed him
to the ground, my foot on top of his brittle face. "Damn, you're a little
bitch." I taunted. It was true and he knew it.

Eventually, I got too horny for foreplay. "Bend over." I said.

"Nicholas.."

"What the hell did you just call me?"

"Master!" he cried out.

"Yeah little boy, that's right. If you think you have a say in this, you
don't. Now bend the fuck over." He still didn't move, so I slammed him
against a wall and intruded his ass. I don't know if you've ever dominated
a weak guy, but it's fucking empowering. My thick cock barely fit in his
asshole, and the pressure his hole was putting on my dick was great. He
couldn't've stopped me if he tried.

"Uhahhohh!" he screamed.

"Yeah bitch! Scream you fucking pussy!" I yelled, sounding more like a
grown man than his little brother. I was so horny that I lasted like that
for an hour, and eventually I felt it coming. "I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.
The pressure that went through me was like nothing I'd ever experienced,
and my strong cock had ripped Zeke's little ass apart. As Zeke collapsed on
the bed, I sat on his face, my strong, disgusting ass smothering him.
"Smells good, doesn't it?" I smirked.

"Oh daddy..." Zeke whispered quietly before passing out in a pile of my
cum.