Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 03:38:47 +0200
From: Anonymous Anonymous <niftyauthor@live.se>
Subject: Little Brother Takes Control (scat)

WARNING: This story contains brief brutality between a son/father. It
depicts hardcore anal sex, foot worship, scat ingestion, and more material
that some people might find uncomfortable. You have been warned.

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My younger brother, who was only fifteen, was a serious powerhouse. I
didn't really notice before, because he lived with my mom whereas I lived
with my dad, but since they were getting back together, they both moved in
with us. I'll be honest; I hadn't seen Hunter in about three years. I'm
eighteen now, and a senior in high school, whereas he is only a
freshman. But, his age doesn't matter.. 'cause when I said he's a
powerhouse, I meant it. I always get nervous whenever he talks to me,
because I'm afraid he'll get pissed off and go berserk on me.

You see, he's known for his anger problems. He tore a guy to pieces last
year for not holding a door open for my mom. But, that's just the thing; I
shouldn't be afraid of Hunter. I know how he is, even if I haven't really
talked to him for the past three years. He's always been very protective of
me, and he probably wouldn't lay a hand on me no matter how pissed he
was. It was still scary, though, to see his hairy calves flex as he walked
around the house, or to hear the house creak as his big feet, supporting
his 180lb muscled body, found their way around the house.

He was really serious all the time, but then again, we all were,
really. The reason my parents split up in the first place was because my
dad abused my mom. Now that they're getting back together, we didn't know
what to think. The first thing Hunter did when he got home was forced me to
sit down and tell me if dad had been hurting me. I told a few white lies,
because I didn't want to think of what my brother could do to my dad if he
got pissed. My dad is an average guy, but Hunter was just too strong for
him.

The truth was that my dad always came home drunk. He always talked down to
me, and also often threw things at me. I'd get hurt every now and then, but
nothing serious. There was nothing I could do about it, though. I'm 18, yet
I'm only 130lbs. I'm a lanky guy. Barely any body hair, my pits and balls
never stink because I barely produce any tesosterone.. I'm sure you know
the kind. I have a really cute face, but that's all I had going for me.

It was a Friday night, and we heard the front door shut and my dad's car
roar out of the driveway. My mom was out visiting her girlfriends, so it
was just me and Hunter.

"Hey, Tristan," Hunter said to me. "My feet are aching. I had a five hour
Muay Thai training session with my trainer today. Wanna give me some
relief?" Indeed, he was still wearing his silky black shorts that he always
sparred in.

To most people, this would seem odd; a 15 year old asking his 18 year old
brother to give him a foot massage. But, Hunter and I aren't 'most
people'. To begin with, I knew that it was more of a command, and not a
request. He was just nice enough to sugarcoat it. Secondly, it wasn't
exactly secret to Hunter that I liked his feet. They were big. And I mean
big. Mine are about a size eleven, but his are a whopping size sixteen. How
does that work exactly, him being younger and all? I didn't know. His feet
also wear always sweaty and dirty. Hunter is a jock. He kickboxes, he does
Muay Thai, he plays rugby.. anything. You name it, he does it. He always
worked up a soreness for me to massage out.

"I'd love to." I smiled at him and crawled onto his bed. He was laying back
with his head on his pillow in his king sized bed.

"Want me to cross my feet?" he asked with a slight grin.

"Yes, please." I gave him a little smile as I laid down at the foot of his
bed.

He crossed his feet, and I stared in awe as his strong calves touched each
other. My brother was really a sight to behold. I got to work
immediately. I knew not to keep Hunter waiting. The thing about Hunter's
feet is that they are always warm. Maybe it's because he's always either in
a grass field playing football, running barefoot around the block, or
because he never wears socks, so the sweat builds up on his feet in his
shoes. Whatever it was, I loved it.

His skin was so tough that you could take a needle to his foot and the
needle would break in half. My hands were small and weak. I was surprised I
was able to do a good job, really, but I knew that he liked the way I
rubbed his big toes by the way he kicked his head back and moaned softly.

"Does that feel good?" I asked meekly.

"Oh, fuck yes." he groaned softly, his deep voice shaking the walls. After
about fifteen minutes of massaging, he put his legs around my shoulders and
easily pulled me close to him in one swift motion.

"Tristan," he started, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy. "Little guys like
you are priceless. You're so fragile," he continued, putting a big hand
around my small arms and pulling me into an embrace. "Anyone could have
their way with you." he wrapped his thighs around my ribcage. "But you're
mine, you understand that? No one's gonna touch you." he whispered in my
ear as he traced my cheek with his finger. "That includes our alcoholic
father."

I suddenly felt myself turn cold. Did Hunter know that I lied to him?

"Words can't cover up your bruises, baby." he said quietly, his breath
fresh.

"I-i.." I started to stumble, trying to find the words to say.

"Shh.." he put a finger over my lips. "It'll all be over before you know
it."

"What are you going to do?" I asked, feeling kind of scared. Just then, I
heard my dad's roaring engine enter the driveway.

"Stay put." Hunter told me as he got off the bed. He took off the tank top
he was wearing to reveal a solid layer of muscles protecting his body. All
he was wearing now were the black shorts he always fought in.

"Please Hunter.." I started, getting a sick feeling in my stomach.

"Tristan.. I'm already getting pissed off. Don't push me." he said
seriously, with his huge back turned to me. "I have a job to do. I'll be
back sooner than you think." with that, he left the room.

I heard things being knocked over in the kitchen, as well as Hunter's heavy
footsteps as he walked downstairs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I heard my dad say in his
drunken stupor.

Hunter was back in the room one minute later, holding my dad in a fierce
chokehold. I instantly got scared. I don't know what I was afraid of. Dad
couldn't hurt me now that Hunter was there. Dad wasn't in any position to
hurt anyone. Yet, I still felt scared. Out of habit, maybe? I don't know.

"See him?" Hunter asked my dad firmly. "See that beautiful face?" he asked,
forcing my dad to look in my direction. "That's my brother, bitch." Hunter
said loudly as he roughled slammed our dad to the ground.

"Did that hurt?" Hunter said as my dad laid on the ground groaning in
pain. "Why the fuck should I care? You never had mercy on Tristan." Hunter
walked over to my dad and put his feet on either side of my dad's head.

"Look here," he started. "In about three seconds, I could twist your head
completely around and snap your neck to pieces. Don't think for a second
that I'm not capable of it." My dad whimpered pathetically. I felt myself
growing hard from seeing this. I also felt butterflies from my brother
defending me.

"But, I'm not gonna let you off that easy." Hunter said. "No.. not at
all. The thing about me is, I love submission holds. Oh man, I love
'em. You're about to see just how much I love having a guy under my
thumb. But, just to be fair, I'll let you have a free shot on me. Then it's
going to be an all out fist fight. You hearing me?" Hunter lightly tapped
his foot on dad's cheek.

"Now stand up." Hunter ordered my dad. "One hit. I won't even try to block
it." I felt scared for Hunter. What did he think he was doing? I understood
he was powerful, but he wasn't impervious to pain.

I winced as I saw my dad's knee collide with Hunter's bulging package, but
Hunter didn't. My jaw dropped in pure amazement as Hunter just stood there
and laughed. It's as though he didn't even feel it.

"That was pretty weak." Hunter said. "Let me try."

I flinched as Hunter threw a roundhouse kick so fast that my dad was
facedown on the ground before I knew it.

"I'm gonna turn any stomach muscle you have to mush." Hunter said darkly as
he put all of the power of his massive back into his punches. My dad tried
to get up, but Hunter just stood on top of him. There was no way dad could
overthrow all 180lbs of Hunter's weight to escape.

"Dear god..." I heard my dad groan as he coughed up blood.

"Does that hurt bitch?" Hunter asked as he started backhanding our dad in
the face.

"Please just let me go!" he cried out, still slurring his words.

"I'll give you a chance to escape. Here's how it's gonna work." Hunter
said. He took off his silky black shorts so that all he was wearing were
flimsy boxers, which did nothing to hide his sweaty balls. I could see
pubes spread everywhere around his package, all the way up to his belly
button. Maybe even more exciting was the sheer mass of his thighs and
quads. I nearly fainted at the sight of them.

"Alright," Hunter started as he grabbed my dad's head and stuck it tightly
between his thighs. "If you can escape without passing out, I'll let you
go. However, if you pass out, I'm going to rape you."

"No!!" my dad started practically screaming.

I jumped back as Hunter's deep 15 year old voice boomed over my dad's. "You
don't have a fucking choice! You became my bitch the second you laid your
filthy hands on my baby! Do you fucking understand me!? If you don't
cooperate, I'll piss in your mouth, now shut the hell up and struggle like
the bitch you are."

I nearly came at Hunter's outburst. The room got dead quiet as my dad dared
not speak. Almost as if on cue, Hunter started flexing his legs really
hard. Instantly, our dad's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he tried
to scream. He couldn't, though; he was out of breath. He brought his hands
up and tried to grip one of Hunter's legs, but they were so big that he
couldn't even get his hands around half of it. I saw my dad dig his nails
into Hunter's skin, and Hunter just yelled in euphoria.

"Oh fuck yeah, bitch. Digs those nails into my skin. What you don't fucking
know is that you're just gonna end up breaking them on my rock solid
muscles. You don't fucking understand. I'M YOUR DADDY!" Hunter yelled
loudly. I started stroking myself in ecstasy as I watched my younger
brother completely crush my Dad.

Hunter's legs got so pumped up that I could no longer see my dad's head. It
was lost between Hunter's huge quads. After about ten minutes of squeezing,
Hunter suddenly released his grip and my dad's head fell to the floor with
a thump. He was out like a rock, and all I could do was stare.

Hunter stood up. His legs weren't tired at all from what it looked like,
and he walked over to my naked self. He picked me up and held me against
his chest.

"Did you like that?" he asked me before giving me a strong kiss on the
neck.

"Oh god, yes." I said. "You know what I'd like more?"

"What's that?" he asked me, looking into my eyes.

"For you to rip apart my pussy without any mercy." I said, halfway in a
daze.

"You're asking for it. Get on it." he said as he took off his small boxers
and laid back on the bed. I stared in disbelief as his huge, veiny cock
sprang to attention. It was at least twice the size as mine, and much
thicker. The smell of his balls almost knocked me off my feet, but I didn't
have time for that. I got on top of his cock cowboy style, and started to
slowly sit on it.

"None of that." he said as he slammed me down on it. I yelled out in a
mixture of pain and satisfaction as I felt his warm cock enter my
pussy. "If you scream, I'll fuck you harder." Hunter whispered to me. "Let
me do all the work.. you just let your hands wander." he told me as he put
his big hands around my waist. He began to lift me and slam me back down on
his cock repeatedly.

I moaned like a little slut would, and let my small hands squeeze the
thighs that had just crushed my dad, who now laid unconscious on the floor.

"Harder! Please Hunter!" I yelled out.

"You got it." he growled as he began slamming me up and down faster and
faster. I felt my anal tissue being ripped apart by his monster cock but I
didn't care.

"Oh god damn!" I yelled out as he continued to rape my tight hole. In the
middle of our brutal sex, I heard my bedroom door close. Hunter did, too,
because he lifted me off his cock and threw me on the bed. Not bothering to
put on any clothes, he ran out of the room and chased after my dad.

"Oh shit!" I heard my dad say. My brother came in, carrying my dad over his
shoulder, and threw him to the ground like he had before. This time,
though, he wasn't wasting any time. He was so angry that I could hear his
short, impatient breaths. I saw him slam his fists into my dad's face.

"I never told you you could fucking leave." Hunter's deadly voice sounded
throughout the room. "Now stay there. You're next, but I won't be so gentle
with you."

Hunter came back to bed and picked me up. He was so pissed off, and it was
strangely turning me on.

"Hunter.. I want to see you shit on dad. Please?" I asked.

"Seriously?" he asked, although he didn't sound repulsed.

"He deserves it.." I said, pointing out the bruises where my dad had
squeezed my ass a bit too hard. Hunter suddenly got serious again and I
knew I was gonna get what I wanted.

"Get up." he told my dad. My dad didn't dare disobey, but he had a look of
pure terror on his face. He must have overheard our conversation.

"Come on, baby." he said to me.

Hunter forced Dad to enter the bathroom first, and he made me enter after
him so he would be between my dad and me.

Hunter easily threw my dad to the ground. He then placed his big, muscular
ass on top of Dad's face so that he was essentially sitting on top of him.

"Smell that hairy ass?" Hunter taunted. "I took a huge shit today and
didn't bother wiping. I hope you like it."

"Want me to fart?" Hunter asked me.

"Oh god, yes please." I said.

"This might knock you out. Sorry if it does." he said to me as he let out
about six huge farts. I heard Dad trying to scream, but he couldn't get any
words out.

"Oh shit, I feel the heavy shit comin on." Hunter groaned. I prepared for
it, because I knew the smell was going to be strong. Hunter always took big
shits. He never takes small shits.

My dad tried screaming yet again as the huge logs of shit dropped all over
his face and into his mouth. Hunter closed his eyes and moaned as the last
big log of shit left his body.

"I'm gonna stand up, and if you spit out any of that shit, I will force you
to drink from the toilet for three hours straight." Hunter said.

"Wanna go back to the bed and finish what we started?" Hunter looked into
my eyes and asked.

"Please baby, just do it here." I said as I jumped up in his arms. He sat
on the sink and lifted me on top of his cock like he had done before. "No
mercy." I whispered in his ear. With that, he began to fuck me harder. As
he started fucking me faster, he shoved my face into his hairy pits. Most
fifteen year olds don't have much pit hair, but his pits were COVERED. I
got a good whiff of his man sweat as his cock brutalized my pussy.

"I'm about to come!" he yelled as he threw me against a wall and turned me
around.

"Take my cock you scrawny bitch." he growled into my ear.

"Oh dear god!" I yelled. I grabbed onto the towel rack as he lifted up my
skinny legs and started powerfucking my hole.

"I want it! I want it! Oh god yes Hunter!" I cried out as he fucked me
harder.

"This is why I'm the fucking man and you're the bitch!" he
yelled. Testosterone was surging through his body as he basically raped me.

"Oh fuck yeah, I'm coming!" he yelled as his huge cock shot bursts of cum
into my tiny hole. There was so much that it was overflowing out of my
pussy and onto the floor. He still wasn't done coming, so he pulled it out
and spun me around. It got all over my face and the walls before the shots
of cum finally died down.

"You're such a good boy." he smiled at me weakly as his big cock was still
pulsating.

"Oh daddy." he moaned to me as he collapsed at my feet.

"Your turn..." Hunter said, looking at my dad.

"Oh god no..." my dad started to break down as he ran into the corner of
the bathroom, putting his arms over his head as if to shelter him.

"No you don't, bitch. Your ass is mine." he said in a deadly tone as he
locked the door.

All I remember hearing is the dark whimpers of my dad, before the
exhaustion of getting powerfucked by my jock of a brother knocked me out.