Me and Bro CH 13
Me and Bro CH 13
“So, Dustin---what's the biggest dick you've ever took up ur ass”?
I kinda giggled a bit and took a swig of my beer, but before I could answer, from behind the man someone grabs his hair and yanks his head backwards. In a flash, Matthew's softball sized fist was pounding the dudes face, then slammed him into the table face down at least five times. He busted him up pretty good.
Then he came around to the other side and slapped me upside the back of my head. My big bro simply pointed to the back door. I knew I was fucked at this point. It wasn't often that I got 'punished' by my big bro, but I could easily see it coming.
I had sneaked into the bar through the back door—the one that leads out to the dumpster. I hear Matthew yelling as I head for the exit. “Do you know how old that boy is ?? Anybody----Anybody”?
There was a pause before one of the five men at my table answered. “He said he was 19 fella—and who the fuck are you”?
“Uh uh—and you just accepted that huh ? Ya bunch of twisted perverts ! That boy ain't but 14 fucking years old ! And I don't suppose anyone wants to fess up as to who bought him the beer” ??
Again with no response Matthew comes marching for the back door, catching up to me. He mumbles over his shoulder as he approaches the door, “10 inches”. Just as we exit, and I see the jeep, he gives me a shove to my shoulders. “Git in that fucking jeep, and don't open ur mouth” !
Oh ya—he's pissed alright. And I'm gonna get it good when we get home.
“Jeez Dustin, ur damm near naked (I only had on a pair of gym shorts, and some flip flops). Hanging down here with a bunch of dirty old men. You know what those men would have done to you, given half a chance” ???
I started crying, and responded, “No---we was just havin fun Matthew, that's all”.
“Dustin—you snuck into a bar---a GAY bar at that, barely any clothes on, sportin a boner !! Are you suddenly fucking stupid”?
Matthew slammed the jeep up to 4th. “Are you going to punish me, Matthew”? I asked nervously.
“Boy, You will learn all new levels of punishment”.
My jaw started shaking, and my feet began bouncing. I was scared, for sure.
We arrived back at home in a flash. We didn't even go through the house, rather Matthew pointing again to the side door of the garage. Which was also the basement, and Matthew's room, and 'dungeon'.
“Get on that wall” he said roughly. I knew what he meant. I had watched him with others several times. The long wall, with the brackets on it. He pointed again without saying anything. I walk up to the wall until my chest was touching it. Then raising my arms up above my head, Matthew grabs each wrist and attaches wrist bands to the brackets. Yup---- I was fucked.
I heard him rambling around in the closet. The one with the 'barely worn' clothes. Couple of pairs of khakis, dress shoes, and a couple of dress shirts. What was he looking for ? Then, it occurred to me, and I really started shaking then, and almost hyperventilating. With dress pants comes------the belt.
Matthew didn't say anything else, but just walked back to me, now facing the wall and shackled to it. The first strike was like getting hit by a car. Matthew brought the three inch wide leather belt crashing down my shoulders, right between the blades, just under the base of my neck. And then again......and again.....and again.
Matthew continued to whip my back like a grown man. The whimpering only lasted a few moments, and then I could no longer take it, and began balling like a baby. I cried out “Oh please Matthew ! Please fucking stop ! I won't do it again ! Please Matthew”!
He ignored me, and continued lashing out at my tender flesh. I could feel the whelts raising, and the blood dripping. Sweat was building up now, pouring from my pits and chest. Fuck, I think even my ass crack was sweating. Finally he stops. Thirteen lashes. I was shaking like it was freezing. My jaw was fluttering --- I couldn't even close my mouth.
Matthew disappeared for a few moments, then returned with a bottle of peroxide. Pouring it down my back, it's bubbling action soothed the burn from the whipping. He released the cuffs and pointed to the bed. I knew the real punishment would begin now.
“Loose the shorts” he commanded me in his low raspy voice. I drop them and head for the bed, plopping down on it belly down. Matthew walked to the foot of the bed and grabbing each ankle yanked me down a couple of feet. He then jumped up on the bed straddling my head facing me. He grabs me by the hair and yanked my head up, almost hyperflexing my neck. With his left fist he crashes it into my mouth. “Open ur fuckin mouth” he commanded. I do as told and my big bro slams his already boned up 10” of jock cock into my mouth, and straight down my throat.
I instantly start choking up, but Matthew shows no mercy. He began skull fucking my throat like it was a foot deep. All ten inches of his mushroom headed thick jock fuck meat begin sliding in and out of my throat. I was tearing up, and my throat was already getting sore. I began to fight back, but Matthew then came back with three more blows to the side of my head.
“What to hang out with the truckers and bikers huh ? You think they gonna be nice and sweet to ya huh? You think they might buy you shit huh ? Naaa stupid---THIS is what they would have done to you” ! I had never seen my big bro so outraged. Even in fights as school, or the city park.
Finally he yanks his cock from my mouth and jumps back to the foot of the bed. Using leather straps now, he ties each ankle to a hook at the bottoms of the bed post. Then returning to the front of the bed, does the same with my wrist. He then gives me one more crashing blow to my ass with the leather belt.
Climbing up on me now Matthew spreads my ass cheeks and delivers a big wad of spit and snot right to my slightly hairy hole. Typically, he would munch me out for a few minutes before inserting his big jock cock into me. But not this time. Matthew rams two fingers into my super tite young teenage hole, and punches them to the hilt. I let out another scream, but Matthew just starts finger fucking my ass, punching me like a jackhammer.
Suddenly, he adds a third finger, and starts really jacking my hole, like he was swinging a baseball bat. This went on for about 15 minutes, and my hole was now so sore it fucking hurt. But now would come the real punishment.
Matthew was well known for having the biggest dick at school. Everybody wanted it. Even some of the boys. I've had it before, but not as brutal as I was about to get it I'm sure.
I felt a stream of lube dropping in my crack. At least he wasn't going to dry fuck me. He wasted no time in spreading my cheeks---wide fucking open. And then, the slam.
Matthew slammed into me like a train. He buried his whole 10” of fuck meat to the pubes on entry. I screamed out like a gutted banshee. Matthew didn't even pause, but went right into a relentless assault on my guts. All the way up to the tip, then all the way in till his pubes rubbed with my ass hairs.
He grabbed me by the hair at the back of my head and continued my punishment, now escalating to full body weight crashing into my guts. 165 pounds of solid jock muscle, and then 10 inches of super thick, vein poppin jock cock are surely re-arranging my insides.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. My whole body was as rigid and tense as I've ever been. Matthew just wouldn't let up. I passed out.
I woke up hours later. No idea what time it was. The basement was dark, and quite. I was curled up in a ball like a scared puppy. Matthew had never been so brutal towards me. I was figuring something else must have happened, and he just took it out on me.
I managed to work up the strength to make it to the bathroom and take a piss. I could feel Matthew's massive load dripping from my ass, and down my right thigh. Pissed off he may have been, but he also blew like a fucking donkey. Tons of jizz were up in my guts. I just stood there and blowed it out, lol. All over Matthew's clean floor, and left it. I didn't even flush the toilet.
I returned to the bed and sitting on it, continued to empty out my guts. It was quite a mess, now all over Matthew's clean white sheets. Yup---fuck him. I fished around his nite stand drawer and found a half smoked joint. Firing it up, and sucked it down fast. That would help ease the pain.
Sneaking up the stairs I peek into the living room to find him watching TV. I make my way over to the kitchen to retrieve something quick from the fridge, then head for my room. I lock the door behind me. That of course wouldn't stop Matthew from kicking it in, but he probably wouldn't do that.
In spite of all that had happened, as I stretch out on my back, I'm quickly met with a massive boner. Matthew may have fucked me up pretty bad, but being inside my guts had produced a hard on like granite. I grab my meat and proceed to beat the shit out of it. Damm it felt good, and it didn't last long. Within minutes I blast a load of solid rope, just like my big bro, sailing over my head and striking the wall behind me. Holy fuck ! Twelve shots I fire off like a water hose, now covering my head and chest. I was coated in my juice, and just begin wiping it up with my fingers, and eating it. Damm my juice was good.
I didn't come out again until the next morning. I was still sore, and my ass-hole hurt like all fucking hell. The new found hatred for my big bro was building, and as I approach the bathroom for the morning piss I punched the wall. I left a fist sized hole in it, and proceeded down the hall-way.
Standing there, still buck naked from last night, with my flow at full force made quite a splash. I just grinned. Suddenly Matthew appears at the top of the stairs, leaning in the doorway, munching on a piece of toast. I turned facing him, again not flushing. With both just stood there, staring at each other. I reach down to gently scratch my pubes. They were soaked now with dried up cum, and probably some piss.
I didn't have to look into a mirror to know my face was probably bruised and battered. I finally look up at my big bro, now sportin about a half hard on.
“Can we do it again, Matthew ? Like last night”?
Without even touching his dick, my big bro blew. Spontanious combustion if you will. He blew so hard his juice flew across the hallway, striking me in the belly.
“Well, since you just got my nut, let's see if you can take a fist. Up ur ass that is”.
“So, Dustin---what's the biggest dick you've ever took up ur ass”?
I kinda giggled a bit and took a swig of my beer, but before I could answer, from behind the man someone grabs his hair and yanks his head backwards. In a flash, Matthew's softball sized fist was pounding the dudes face, then slammed him into the table face down at least five times. He busted him up pretty good.
Then he came around to the other side and slapped me upside the back of my head. My big bro simply pointed to the back door. I knew I was fucked at this point. It wasn't often that I got 'punished' by my big bro, but I could easily see it coming.
I had sneaked into the bar through the back door—the one that leads out to the dumpster. I hear Matthew yelling as I head for the exit. “Do you know how old that boy is ?? Anybody----Anybody”?
There was a pause before one of the five men at my table answered. “He said he was 19 fella—and who the fuck are you”?
“Uh uh—and you just accepted that huh ? Ya bunch of twisted perverts ! That boy ain't but 14 fucking years old ! And I don't suppose anyone wants to fess up as to who bought him the beer” ??
Again with no response Matthew comes marching for the back door, catching up to me. He mumbles over his shoulder as he approaches the door, “10 inches”. Just as we exit, and I see the jeep, he gives me a shove to my shoulders. “Git in that fucking jeep, and don't open ur mouth” !
Oh ya—he's pissed alright. And I'm gonna get it good when we get home.
“Jeez Dustin, ur damm near naked (I only had on a pair of gym shorts, and some flip flops). Hanging down here with a bunch of dirty old men. You know what those men would have done to you, given half a chance” ???
I started crying, and responded, “No---we was just havin fun Matthew, that's all”.
“Dustin—you snuck into a bar---a GAY bar at that, barely any clothes on, sportin a boner !! Are you suddenly fucking stupid”?
Matthew slammed the jeep up to 4th. “Are you going to punish me, Matthew”? I asked nervously.
“Boy, You will learn all new levels of punishment”.
My jaw started shaking, and my feet began bouncing. I was scared, for sure.
We arrived back at home in a flash. We didn't even go through the house, rather Matthew pointing again to the side door of the garage. Which was also the basement, and Matthew's room, and 'dungeon'.
“Get on that wall” he said roughly. I knew what he meant. I had watched him with others several times. The long wall, with the brackets on it. He pointed again without saying anything. I walk up to the wall until my chest was touching it. Then raising my arms up above my head, Matthew grabs each wrist and attaches wrist bands to the brackets. Yup---- I was fucked.
I heard him rambling around in the closet. The one with the 'barely worn' clothes. Couple of pairs of khakis, dress shoes, and a couple of dress shirts. What was he looking for ? Then, it occurred to me, and I really started shaking then, and almost hyperventilating. With dress pants comes------the belt.
Matthew didn't say anything else, but just walked back to me, now facing the wall and shackled to it. The first strike was like getting hit by a car. Matthew brought the three inch wide leather belt crashing down my shoulders, right between the blades, just under the base of my neck. And then again......and again.....and again.
Matthew continued to whip my back like a grown man. The whimpering only lasted a few moments, and then I could no longer take it, and began balling like a baby. I cried out “Oh please Matthew ! Please fucking stop ! I won't do it again ! Please Matthew”!
He ignored me, and continued lashing out at my tender flesh. I could feel the whelts raising, and the blood dripping. Sweat was building up now, pouring from my pits and chest. Fuck, I think even my ass crack was sweating. Finally he stops. Thirteen lashes. I was shaking like it was freezing. My jaw was fluttering --- I couldn't even close my mouth.
Matthew disappeared for a few moments, then returned with a bottle of peroxide. Pouring it down my back, it's bubbling action soothed the burn from the whipping. He released the cuffs and pointed to the bed. I knew the real punishment would begin now.
“Loose the shorts” he commanded me in his low raspy voice. I drop them and head for the bed, plopping down on it belly down. Matthew walked to the foot of the bed and grabbing each ankle yanked me down a couple of feet. He then jumped up on the bed straddling my head facing me. He grabs me by the hair and yanked my head up, almost hyperflexing my neck. With his left fist he crashes it into my mouth. “Open ur fuckin mouth” he commanded. I do as told and my big bro slams his already boned up 10” of jock cock into my mouth, and straight down my throat.
I instantly start choking up, but Matthew shows no mercy. He began skull fucking my throat like it was a foot deep. All ten inches of his mushroom headed thick jock fuck meat begin sliding in and out of my throat. I was tearing up, and my throat was already getting sore. I began to fight back, but Matthew then came back with three more blows to the side of my head.
“What to hang out with the truckers and bikers huh ? You think they gonna be nice and sweet to ya huh? You think they might buy you shit huh ? Naaa stupid---THIS is what they would have done to you” ! I had never seen my big bro so outraged. Even in fights as school, or the city park.
Finally he yanks his cock from my mouth and jumps back to the foot of the bed. Using leather straps now, he ties each ankle to a hook at the bottoms of the bed post. Then returning to the front of the bed, does the same with my wrist. He then gives me one more crashing blow to my ass with the leather belt.
Climbing up on me now Matthew spreads my ass cheeks and delivers a big wad of spit and snot right to my slightly hairy hole. Typically, he would munch me out for a few minutes before inserting his big jock cock into me. But not this time. Matthew rams two fingers into my super tite young teenage hole, and punches them to the hilt. I let out another scream, but Matthew just starts finger fucking my ass, punching me like a jackhammer.
Suddenly, he adds a third finger, and starts really jacking my hole, like he was swinging a baseball bat. This went on for about 15 minutes, and my hole was now so sore it fucking hurt. But now would come the real punishment.
Matthew was well known for having the biggest dick at school. Everybody wanted it. Even some of the boys. I've had it before, but not as brutal as I was about to get it I'm sure.
I felt a stream of lube dropping in my crack. At least he wasn't going to dry fuck me. He wasted no time in spreading my cheeks---wide fucking open. And then, the slam.
Matthew slammed into me like a train. He buried his whole 10” of fuck meat to the pubes on entry. I screamed out like a gutted banshee. Matthew didn't even pause, but went right into a relentless assault on my guts. All the way up to the tip, then all the way in till his pubes rubbed with my ass hairs.
He grabbed me by the hair at the back of my head and continued my punishment, now escalating to full body weight crashing into my guts. 165 pounds of solid jock muscle, and then 10 inches of super thick, vein poppin jock cock are surely re-arranging my insides.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. My whole body was as rigid and tense as I've ever been. Matthew just wouldn't let up. I passed out.
I woke up hours later. No idea what time it was. The basement was dark, and quite. I was curled up in a ball like a scared puppy. Matthew had never been so brutal towards me. I was figuring something else must have happened, and he just took it out on me.
I managed to work up the strength to make it to the bathroom and take a piss. I could feel Matthew's massive load dripping from my ass, and down my right thigh. Pissed off he may have been, but he also blew like a fucking donkey. Tons of jizz were up in my guts. I just stood there and blowed it out, lol. All over Matthew's clean floor, and left it. I didn't even flush the toilet.
I returned to the bed and sitting on it, continued to empty out my guts. It was quite a mess, now all over Matthew's clean white sheets. Yup---fuck him. I fished around his nite stand drawer and found a half smoked joint. Firing it up, and sucked it down fast. That would help ease the pain.
Sneaking up the stairs I peek into the living room to find him watching TV. I make my way over to the kitchen to retrieve something quick from the fridge, then head for my room. I lock the door behind me. That of course wouldn't stop Matthew from kicking it in, but he probably wouldn't do that.
In spite of all that had happened, as I stretch out on my back, I'm quickly met with a massive boner. Matthew may have fucked me up pretty bad, but being inside my guts had produced a hard on like granite. I grab my meat and proceed to beat the shit out of it. Damm it felt good, and it didn't last long. Within minutes I blast a load of solid rope, just like my big bro, sailing over my head and striking the wall behind me. Holy fuck ! Twelve shots I fire off like a water hose, now covering my head and chest. I was coated in my juice, and just begin wiping it up with my fingers, and eating it. Damm my juice was good.
I didn't come out again until the next morning. I was still sore, and my ass-hole hurt like all fucking hell. The new found hatred for my big bro was building, and as I approach the bathroom for the morning piss I punched the wall. I left a fist sized hole in it, and proceeded down the hall-way.
Standing there, still buck naked from last night, with my flow at full force made quite a splash. I just grinned. Suddenly Matthew appears at the top of the stairs, leaning in the doorway, munching on a piece of toast. I turned facing him, again not flushing. With both just stood there, staring at each other. I reach down to gently scratch my pubes. They were soaked now with dried up cum, and probably some piss.
I didn't have to look into a mirror to know my face was probably bruised and battered. I finally look up at my big bro, now sportin about a half hard on.
“Can we do it again, Matthew ? Like last night”?
Without even touching his dick, my big bro blew. Spontanious combustion if you will. He blew so hard his juice flew across the hallway, striking me in the belly.
“Well, since you just got my nut, let's see if you can take a fist. Up ur ass that is”.
1 year ago