Me and Bro CH 7
Me and Bro CH 7 Initiation
Now, if you have ever had your ass popped open by a big ass mushroom head, then you know what it's like getting fucked by my big bro. Especially if like me, you was getting ur cherry popped. Simply put---too big, and too tite.
For the initiation into the Diamond Daws, typically my big bro would go last, cause he had the biggest dick. Ten fucking inches of vein poppin, mean, thick cowboy cock. Topped by a big ass purple mushroom head. It was a given that when Matthew popped ur hole with that --- it was going in. There was no way to stop it.
Anyway, in my case however, Matthew would be going first. Simple, he says. “He's my lil bro, and no one is bustin his cherry hole except me” ! Well, I guess that's understandable.
Still fucked up from the party, it was time for the initiation. I been waiting two years for this, so ya, I was a bit nervous. I took the oath, recited the creed, and then was knighted with an actual sword. LOL, kinda silly stuff really, but it was fun. But now things would get serious. I was about to get ****d by seven well hung jocks. This would be worse than a night in juvie. They would tear my little ass apart. “No holding back” Matthew had ordered, just because I was his lil bro.
Down in the basement, Kelso layed me down on my belly on a changing bench. Just a simple, six foot long bench. But then, he chained my ankles and wrists to the legs. Oh fuck. “Just to make sure you can't get away” Kelso offered with a big shit eatin grin. The last rule was that once the first dick head touched ur hole, there was no backing out --- ur gonna take it. All 7 of them. Hard, and brutal.
As Matthew eased in behind me, gently rubbing on my ass mounds, Patroni stood in front and blew one more big cloud of dope smoke in my face, as I heard Matthew work up a big mouthful of spit and snot. I wasn't even getting any lube ! It would take a lot of force to shove that big ass mushroom head into my tite lil 13 yo hole, but I'm sure Matthew would gain entry.
The last thing I remember was someone grabbing my arm, and slamming a needle into it. My heart rate doubled when I felt it. I was scared now, but too late. They told me later that it was just some steriods. “Might wake up with a big dick” Johnson offered.
Matthew pushed just hard enough to pop my hole open, and enter me with his head. I let out a scream like a shot banshee. I'm sure I was heard around the block. He pulled back, then entered me again, just a bit deeper. I continue to scream out, and started wiggling around, but that didn't stop him. The guys were giggling at me now, as the tears begin dripping down my face, snot dripping from my nose, and sweat pouring from my pits and back. And then, it came.
With Matthew's giant cockhead resting just outside my hole, he grabbed me by the waste, and slammed. I just though it hurt at first. The rapid entry expanded my tite lil boi hole, as he buried to the pubes 10” of thick cowboy cock. It was more than I could handle. I passed out.
When I came to, probably only moments later, Matthew was in a full on assault of my guts, splitting me wide open. He stretched my hole so much, and so fast that it begin bleeding. But nothing stopped him. I never would have imagined that someone could fuck so hard, and so fast. It was like taking a jackhammer up my ass. Matthew was well into my guts, busting me up good. I think it gave all new meaning to “busting his cherry”.
I tried to cry out, to beg him to stop, but nothing would come out. Just a low throaty gargling sound with no audible words.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Matthew grabs me by the hair, and yanking my head back, slams the last few ultra hard punches into my guts, and unloads. His orgasm was so intense that he cried out himself as he delivered 15 shots of his thick jock goo into my intestines. It seemed that each slam of my ass was harder than the one before, and each shot of cum was more forceful than the last. No longer cherry, but still sweet as fuck for years to cum.
Finally, he paused with just his head still in me. I could feel his sweat dripping down to my back. “Who's next”? Matthew called out. “Get ready to stick it when I pull out”. This of course meant I would barely get a break. They intended to fuck me one after the other, non stop. The whole ordeal took nearly three hours, and my ass now had at least a gallon of cum in it.
Finally, as the last jock pulled out of me, he gave me a hard slap on my right ass cheek. He held something under my balls --- I couldn't tell what it was. “Push lil Dillon --- push you fag. Push all that hot jock jizz out of ur ass. Push hard lil Dillon” !
I did as told, and unloaded my ass of all the rich creamy jizz from the seven crew members. It was a glass, and Kelso brought it around to my face. Yanking me up by the hair, which wasn't easy still being on my belly, he ordered, “DRINK”.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and Kelso turned up the glass and emptied it's contents into my mouth, all at once. I barely got a taste of my 'brothers' seed before swallowing it down. But --- there would be more opportunities in the future. Lots more, lol.
My ass is still on fire from the r****g, and at last I was set free from the bench. “Just two more things” Matthew offered.
Next would be the beat in. Now, unlike a regular gang where you would get beat to the point of unrecognizable, due to my young age, and small build compared to the rest, each member would get one lick each. Nothing to the side of the head, no k**ney punches, and no solar plexis. Other than that, you could hit anywhere, as hard as you wanted. Oh ya --- but no broken bones, but you could draw as much blood as you wanted.
That part only took a few minutes as each delivered his punch in rapid succession. I ended up with 2 gut punches, one of which made me puke up all of the beer I had drank all night. Two punches to my lower lip --- it was swelling up pretty fierce already, and the blood was dripping down to my chest. And finally, three hard punches to my upper right eye. They had drawn a lot of blood from just over my eyebrow, and now it too was starting to swell an ugly purple and yellow mass. The whole eye would be black.
With only one punch each, they sure did a number on me. I was fucked up. Trust me dawgs --- do not fuck wit the Diamond Dawgs.
Matthew said we would complete the initiation tomorrow morning, out at the lake.
Once there, the first order was for someone to build a fire. Everyone was just standing, or sitting around softly talking, waiting for the fire to build up.
Finally, Kelso walks towards the fire and sticks some sort of metal looking rod into the fire, and just holds it there. After a while, he looks toward everyone, and softly says, “take him”. At once two of the dawgs grab me by each arm, and with their other hands on top of my shoulders, force me down to the ground on my knees.
Quickly each letting go, and then re-grabbing me they yanked my tee shirt off. Then, Kelso begins walking towards me with the metal rod. As he holds it up close to my face, I then figured out what it was. It was a branding iron, with the crew logo. A double D, with each letter facing each other. In just seconds more Kelso pushes the iron into my right shoulder. Once again I let out a scream at the top of my lungs. The smell of my burning flesh was rancid, but yet intoxicating at the same time. I was getting a boner.
Finally Matthew orders everyone to strip. Down to whatever they had on underneath their jeans. We walked over to the edge of the cliff, where we all recited 'the prayer'. Some Indian thing giving thanx for the lands and waters.
Then, my big bro did the unthinkable. In a flash, he and Patroni both grab me---one at my shoulders and one at my ankles. They lift me up over their heads, and threw me---over the cliff to the lake below. I didn't know it at the moment of course, but each of them dived into the lake right behind me. It was only about 60 feet down. There was little chance that I would drown with the seven of them right around me. But---they did let me struggle.
I cried out to my big bro to rescue me, but he didn't cum. You see --- I couldn't swim. As I struggled in the water I could now hear each of them holloring at me. “Swim lil Dillon---swim” ! “Come on Dillon---do it doggy style” one shouted. Then my big bro, “Swim or drown lil bro”. Was he actually going to let me drown ? After everything the last 24 hours.
Finally I reached the shore, and everyone else right behind me laughing their asses off. I was hurt, scared, humiliated, and angry at my big bro. I was shaking so hard it was almost like convulsions. As I sat there on the edge of the lake with my knees drawn up to my chin, and my arms wrapped around them, I finally managed to get up the energy to scream. “FUCK YOU MATTHEW ---- you could have killed me you cunt. Fuck you and your lil group of fags. I'm never speaking to you again” !
With that I jump up and started walking up the path back to the landing where out clothes were. “Yo lil bro --- where you going”? Matthew shouted at me. “Fuck you Matthew—I'll hitch a ride home. I don't want to be around you”. “Dustin --- how did you get to shore”? Matthew asked me. I shouted back, “I swam you fuckin cunt” ! “Wait, you what”? They all started laughing at me again, but I was still irate. “I said I fucking swam” I shouted back again, as loud as I could.
Suddenly, I stopped. Dead in my tracks. After a few moments I finally turn around. All the guys were quite now. Matthew had his foot propped up on a fallen tree trunk. His right elbow was propped on top of his knee as he sucked on a piece of grass between his teeth. Goddamm he was sexy, standing there in just a jock. Matthew simply reeked of sex. If sex had a smell, he had lots of it. And I wanted him --- I wanted my big bro bad. I was getting a boner again.
“One more time lil bro---how did you get here”?
Pressing my lips together, and still full of hate, I answered once again, “I swam”. Matthew continued to suck on the grass as he finally spread a big shit-eatin grin. “That was fucked up Matthew---you could have killed me” I shouted, still pissed. But now it made sense.
“OK---now take ur lil punk ass back up to the landing. 'Cept this time, you jump off the cliff on purpose, and then swim to shore---just to make sure you got it”.
Matthew had that look on his face that said 'your going to do it, or else'. I did as he told me and jumped off the cliff. I successfully swam to the shore again, and Matthew walked up and put his arm around my shoulder.
“Now—lets go cook some meat” ! Matthew shouted. We returned to our house where Matthew begin firing up the grill. It was a pretty exciting moment, even though I was still pissed at my big bro. After getting the meat on the grill Matthew ushered me over to the deck. From behind his back he produces – the clippers. I couldn't help but crack just a small grin as I shuddered. I sat down in one of the lawn chairs and he walked around behind me. Matthew begin shaving my hair off the sides, producing the mohawk.
Actually, the mohawk was probably the most important thing. It was a symbol of the Diamond Dawgs. It started ---- oh fuck it, that's a whole other long ass story :) A tear came to my eye, and my big bro just smiled at me. “When do I get the tat Matthew” ? I asked all puppy dog like. “Tonight lil bro --- tonight”.
“Aight you two—enough of this mushy shit. Dustin—you realize now that ur the newest member, and the youngest, that means you have to suck our dicks whenever we want it, right” ?
I just looked around at my six new brothers, and grinned. It was going to be the best summer ever.
Two years later, in high school now, I won a first place medal on the swim team for the butterfly. I gave the medal to my big bro to add to his dozens of football trophies. He cried.
Now, if you have ever had your ass popped open by a big ass mushroom head, then you know what it's like getting fucked by my big bro. Especially if like me, you was getting ur cherry popped. Simply put---too big, and too tite.
For the initiation into the Diamond Daws, typically my big bro would go last, cause he had the biggest dick. Ten fucking inches of vein poppin, mean, thick cowboy cock. Topped by a big ass purple mushroom head. It was a given that when Matthew popped ur hole with that --- it was going in. There was no way to stop it.
Anyway, in my case however, Matthew would be going first. Simple, he says. “He's my lil bro, and no one is bustin his cherry hole except me” ! Well, I guess that's understandable.
Still fucked up from the party, it was time for the initiation. I been waiting two years for this, so ya, I was a bit nervous. I took the oath, recited the creed, and then was knighted with an actual sword. LOL, kinda silly stuff really, but it was fun. But now things would get serious. I was about to get ****d by seven well hung jocks. This would be worse than a night in juvie. They would tear my little ass apart. “No holding back” Matthew had ordered, just because I was his lil bro.
Down in the basement, Kelso layed me down on my belly on a changing bench. Just a simple, six foot long bench. But then, he chained my ankles and wrists to the legs. Oh fuck. “Just to make sure you can't get away” Kelso offered with a big shit eatin grin. The last rule was that once the first dick head touched ur hole, there was no backing out --- ur gonna take it. All 7 of them. Hard, and brutal.
As Matthew eased in behind me, gently rubbing on my ass mounds, Patroni stood in front and blew one more big cloud of dope smoke in my face, as I heard Matthew work up a big mouthful of spit and snot. I wasn't even getting any lube ! It would take a lot of force to shove that big ass mushroom head into my tite lil 13 yo hole, but I'm sure Matthew would gain entry.
The last thing I remember was someone grabbing my arm, and slamming a needle into it. My heart rate doubled when I felt it. I was scared now, but too late. They told me later that it was just some steriods. “Might wake up with a big dick” Johnson offered.
Matthew pushed just hard enough to pop my hole open, and enter me with his head. I let out a scream like a shot banshee. I'm sure I was heard around the block. He pulled back, then entered me again, just a bit deeper. I continue to scream out, and started wiggling around, but that didn't stop him. The guys were giggling at me now, as the tears begin dripping down my face, snot dripping from my nose, and sweat pouring from my pits and back. And then, it came.
With Matthew's giant cockhead resting just outside my hole, he grabbed me by the waste, and slammed. I just though it hurt at first. The rapid entry expanded my tite lil boi hole, as he buried to the pubes 10” of thick cowboy cock. It was more than I could handle. I passed out.
When I came to, probably only moments later, Matthew was in a full on assault of my guts, splitting me wide open. He stretched my hole so much, and so fast that it begin bleeding. But nothing stopped him. I never would have imagined that someone could fuck so hard, and so fast. It was like taking a jackhammer up my ass. Matthew was well into my guts, busting me up good. I think it gave all new meaning to “busting his cherry”.
I tried to cry out, to beg him to stop, but nothing would come out. Just a low throaty gargling sound with no audible words.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Matthew grabs me by the hair, and yanking my head back, slams the last few ultra hard punches into my guts, and unloads. His orgasm was so intense that he cried out himself as he delivered 15 shots of his thick jock goo into my intestines. It seemed that each slam of my ass was harder than the one before, and each shot of cum was more forceful than the last. No longer cherry, but still sweet as fuck for years to cum.
Finally, he paused with just his head still in me. I could feel his sweat dripping down to my back. “Who's next”? Matthew called out. “Get ready to stick it when I pull out”. This of course meant I would barely get a break. They intended to fuck me one after the other, non stop. The whole ordeal took nearly three hours, and my ass now had at least a gallon of cum in it.
Finally, as the last jock pulled out of me, he gave me a hard slap on my right ass cheek. He held something under my balls --- I couldn't tell what it was. “Push lil Dillon --- push you fag. Push all that hot jock jizz out of ur ass. Push hard lil Dillon” !
I did as told, and unloaded my ass of all the rich creamy jizz from the seven crew members. It was a glass, and Kelso brought it around to my face. Yanking me up by the hair, which wasn't easy still being on my belly, he ordered, “DRINK”.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and Kelso turned up the glass and emptied it's contents into my mouth, all at once. I barely got a taste of my 'brothers' seed before swallowing it down. But --- there would be more opportunities in the future. Lots more, lol.
My ass is still on fire from the r****g, and at last I was set free from the bench. “Just two more things” Matthew offered.
Next would be the beat in. Now, unlike a regular gang where you would get beat to the point of unrecognizable, due to my young age, and small build compared to the rest, each member would get one lick each. Nothing to the side of the head, no k**ney punches, and no solar plexis. Other than that, you could hit anywhere, as hard as you wanted. Oh ya --- but no broken bones, but you could draw as much blood as you wanted.
That part only took a few minutes as each delivered his punch in rapid succession. I ended up with 2 gut punches, one of which made me puke up all of the beer I had drank all night. Two punches to my lower lip --- it was swelling up pretty fierce already, and the blood was dripping down to my chest. And finally, three hard punches to my upper right eye. They had drawn a lot of blood from just over my eyebrow, and now it too was starting to swell an ugly purple and yellow mass. The whole eye would be black.
With only one punch each, they sure did a number on me. I was fucked up. Trust me dawgs --- do not fuck wit the Diamond Dawgs.
Matthew said we would complete the initiation tomorrow morning, out at the lake.
Once there, the first order was for someone to build a fire. Everyone was just standing, or sitting around softly talking, waiting for the fire to build up.
Finally, Kelso walks towards the fire and sticks some sort of metal looking rod into the fire, and just holds it there. After a while, he looks toward everyone, and softly says, “take him”. At once two of the dawgs grab me by each arm, and with their other hands on top of my shoulders, force me down to the ground on my knees.
Quickly each letting go, and then re-grabbing me they yanked my tee shirt off. Then, Kelso begins walking towards me with the metal rod. As he holds it up close to my face, I then figured out what it was. It was a branding iron, with the crew logo. A double D, with each letter facing each other. In just seconds more Kelso pushes the iron into my right shoulder. Once again I let out a scream at the top of my lungs. The smell of my burning flesh was rancid, but yet intoxicating at the same time. I was getting a boner.
Finally Matthew orders everyone to strip. Down to whatever they had on underneath their jeans. We walked over to the edge of the cliff, where we all recited 'the prayer'. Some Indian thing giving thanx for the lands and waters.
Then, my big bro did the unthinkable. In a flash, he and Patroni both grab me---one at my shoulders and one at my ankles. They lift me up over their heads, and threw me---over the cliff to the lake below. I didn't know it at the moment of course, but each of them dived into the lake right behind me. It was only about 60 feet down. There was little chance that I would drown with the seven of them right around me. But---they did let me struggle.
I cried out to my big bro to rescue me, but he didn't cum. You see --- I couldn't swim. As I struggled in the water I could now hear each of them holloring at me. “Swim lil Dillon---swim” ! “Come on Dillon---do it doggy style” one shouted. Then my big bro, “Swim or drown lil bro”. Was he actually going to let me drown ? After everything the last 24 hours.
Finally I reached the shore, and everyone else right behind me laughing their asses off. I was hurt, scared, humiliated, and angry at my big bro. I was shaking so hard it was almost like convulsions. As I sat there on the edge of the lake with my knees drawn up to my chin, and my arms wrapped around them, I finally managed to get up the energy to scream. “FUCK YOU MATTHEW ---- you could have killed me you cunt. Fuck you and your lil group of fags. I'm never speaking to you again” !
With that I jump up and started walking up the path back to the landing where out clothes were. “Yo lil bro --- where you going”? Matthew shouted at me. “Fuck you Matthew—I'll hitch a ride home. I don't want to be around you”. “Dustin --- how did you get to shore”? Matthew asked me. I shouted back, “I swam you fuckin cunt” ! “Wait, you what”? They all started laughing at me again, but I was still irate. “I said I fucking swam” I shouted back again, as loud as I could.
Suddenly, I stopped. Dead in my tracks. After a few moments I finally turn around. All the guys were quite now. Matthew had his foot propped up on a fallen tree trunk. His right elbow was propped on top of his knee as he sucked on a piece of grass between his teeth. Goddamm he was sexy, standing there in just a jock. Matthew simply reeked of sex. If sex had a smell, he had lots of it. And I wanted him --- I wanted my big bro bad. I was getting a boner again.
“One more time lil bro---how did you get here”?
Pressing my lips together, and still full of hate, I answered once again, “I swam”. Matthew continued to suck on the grass as he finally spread a big shit-eatin grin. “That was fucked up Matthew---you could have killed me” I shouted, still pissed. But now it made sense.
“OK---now take ur lil punk ass back up to the landing. 'Cept this time, you jump off the cliff on purpose, and then swim to shore---just to make sure you got it”.
Matthew had that look on his face that said 'your going to do it, or else'. I did as he told me and jumped off the cliff. I successfully swam to the shore again, and Matthew walked up and put his arm around my shoulder.
“Now—lets go cook some meat” ! Matthew shouted. We returned to our house where Matthew begin firing up the grill. It was a pretty exciting moment, even though I was still pissed at my big bro. After getting the meat on the grill Matthew ushered me over to the deck. From behind his back he produces – the clippers. I couldn't help but crack just a small grin as I shuddered. I sat down in one of the lawn chairs and he walked around behind me. Matthew begin shaving my hair off the sides, producing the mohawk.
Actually, the mohawk was probably the most important thing. It was a symbol of the Diamond Dawgs. It started ---- oh fuck it, that's a whole other long ass story :) A tear came to my eye, and my big bro just smiled at me. “When do I get the tat Matthew” ? I asked all puppy dog like. “Tonight lil bro --- tonight”.
“Aight you two—enough of this mushy shit. Dustin—you realize now that ur the newest member, and the youngest, that means you have to suck our dicks whenever we want it, right” ?
I just looked around at my six new brothers, and grinned. It was going to be the best summer ever.
Two years later, in high school now, I won a first place medal on the swim team for the butterfly. I gave the medal to my big bro to add to his dozens of football trophies. He cried.
2 years ago