Teaching Big Bro a Lesson 4 (mt inc nc viol)
by Randy Dragon
This story is fiction. Should the characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person, living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location,then please don't. If you are offended by acts of sexuality between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell they are doing.
Be warned, this sequel contains scenes of violence. Do not read it if you feel offended by such scenes.
"Wh-hat?" the startled marine stammered.
"It's a cockfight, jarhead - loser cums first and will be the winner's slave until the end of the year," Taylor said without interrupting his stroking.
"But how? You are really crazy! Mom could come in any moment, we'll get caught for sure and you'll talk yourself out of it ...," Kyle objected.
"Bullshit, Mom is busy chatting with Aunt Margie. You know, that takes at least two hours. But if you are afraid ... I wouldn't be surprised to see Mr. Big Marine back off." Taylor grinned.
Kyle frowned. He looked to the living room door. His mother's and his aunt's voices could be heard. Was he falling into one of the brat's cunning traps again?
"Now listen, I'll cover you and she will never realize..." Taylor said while he lubed his hand from a pack of shortening from the kitchen table," ... honestly!"
"I don't understand." Kyle said, still hesitating.
"Sit down, jerk!" Taylor pushed his brother to a chair behind the door. He pulled Kyle's briefs down, revealing the hunk's impressive package. Then, still fully dressed, he straddled his brother's lap. For an unsuspecting observer it looked as if the two brothers were holding a playful chat. Only someone very close would see that Taylor was holding now both dicks in his slippery hand.
Kyle watched amused. His 11'' cock easily dwarfed his brother's 6''er.
"Oh come on, look at you! That's crap! I'll crush your tiny prick in no time," the marine smirked," and then I'll make you suck me off - just for a beginning."
Although Kyle was in top condition, mowing the lawn under the hot summer sun had worked quite a sweat out of his marine body. Taylor felt the heat emanating from the muscular grunt's body and enjoyed the musky odor of male sweat that filled his nostrils. The younger brother lined up their cocks in his greased hands. Holding them tightly, he gave them a good squeeze and started to pump them rhythmically.
Kyle felt his semi-hard dick already twitching in his brother's hands. He could not allow that his treacherous baby-maker gave him away so easy.
"Oh no, not like that bro," Kyle pushed Taylor's hands away and closed his own big hands around the two hardening cocks.
Taylor leaned forward until their crotches made contact. Grinding his groin into Kyle's, he started to rock back and forth sliding on Kyle's sweaty thighs.
Kyle released the entwined dicks and grabbed instinctively his brother's hips.
"Yeah," Taylor whispered," you like that, don't you? I am riding you raw, my big horny stallion."
"Fuck you! I don't like it, I ain't no fucking queer," Kyle hissed angrily.
'Not yet bro, but soon...' Taylor thought while his greasy hands cupped over his brother's sculpted chest and squeezed deftly the layers of hard pectoral muscles.
"But you liked it when I busted your cherry for the first time," Taylor said aloud," actually you were moanin' like a cheap whore ... couldn't get enough ... beggin' for more ..."
Taylor rested his head on one of Kyle's sweaty shoulders. Kyle felt Taylor's breath on his neck. His brother's nose was now nuzzling into his neck. Soft bites ignited little burning spots at his earlobes, around his throat and under his chin. They were sending thrilling sensations into his system. The damned brat knew all too well how to make him hot.
"Shut the fuck up and stop it!" Kyle was trying to squirm away while Taylor started to massage his nipples, knowing that this would turn on his brother even more. Indeed it wasn't before long when Taylor felt the two meaty knobs of purple flesh rising from the broad orbs in the center of the defined pecs.
"Ahh ...," against his will a satisfied moan escaped from Kyle's lips, while his brother squeezed his nipples between his index and ring fingers and wiggled the sensitive buttons back and forth between them.
"... and you liked it, when I fucked the cum out of you, while I had you bent over your precious bike ..." Taylor continued to torture his brother's with embarrassing but exciting memories from the past.
Kyle could almost feel again the delicious pain radiating through his buttocks remembering his first spanking since his childhood. This tine it had not been his Dad but his little brother, but he had instinctively surrendered and accepted his brother's superiority as he had accepted his father's authority.
His brawny man's body had been squirming like a little boy's, bent over the leather seat of his bike. Involuntarily his muscular legs had fanned helpless while blow after blow from his brother's hands smacked his quivering buttocks.
He had wondered whether his chicks were getting the same mixed sensation of helplessness and lustful submission, while he was screwing them, trapped immobilized in the powerful embrace of his muscle-packed arms.
Same as he was barely capable to escape now from his brother's embracing. When the pictures from the past faded away, giving way to reality he realized his mistake. The memories had triggered a full erection and now his throbbing rod was pulsing between their bodies. Taylor pressed his entire front pecs, stomach, and groin tightly against his brother's. Kyle could feel his brother's nipples protruding from under his T-Shirt. He gathered a little hope that he could get to his bro as well, but realized that the brat had outwitted him again by leaving his clothes on.
He was practically naked offering the whole of his body to sexual invasion. And that was exactly was happening. Taylor knew all too well how to turn a man on. His skilled fingers were traveling up and down Kyle's spine. When Kyle leaned back trying to trap the hands between the back of the chair and his broad tattooed back, Taylor's hands escaped and instead started kneading his shoulders tempting him to relax, to give in to the soothing sensations.
But the true battle was raging further down between the grinding crotches.
Relentless Taylor was driving his smaller cock into his brother's bigger fleshy tower. The huge marine cock was made to drill pussy. He easily could fill cunts and drive chicks over the edge into an endless sequence of climaxes.
But now the smaller flexible attacker could not be subdued that quickly. The hard dickhead was rippling up and down the 11'' shaft, who was unable to escape. Like a battering ram the teen cock hit the sensitive glans, right were the frenulum separated the mushroom head below the piss hole.
With each hit sparks and fiery circles where exploding in Kyle's mind blinding his inner eye. Taylor's weight was sufficient to press the upper side of Kyle's dick against his stomach, where it ended trapped inside the crevice of the marine six-pack. Pushing and grinding rhythmically Taylor sensed his brother's meat swelling more and more. Desperately Kyle slid his hands under his brother's T-Shirt, which was already damp from his own sweat, and tried to reach Taylor's nipples.
"Oh yeah dude," Taylor laughed," don't let me do all the work. But at least do it properly!" He raised the T-Shirt up and pulled Kyle's head to his chest. The jock's head disappeared under the fabric and before he could react, a teen tit was pushed between his lips.
"Yeah brother, suck my tit," Taylor commanded. "That's how I like it ..."
"Mmmmppfhhh," Kyle replied meekly.
Grinning Taylor slipped one hand down Kyle's back to his flexing muscle-butt. In panic Kyle felt fingers gliding down his ass crack and begin to wriggle his way to the asshole. That's it, he thought, even if it meant shameful surrender he would get out now before he made a fool of himself by cuming in his Mom's kitchen. He spat the nipple from his mouth.
"Stop, that's enuff! I quit that bullshit," Kyle started to push his brother away and to wriggle out from under the T-Shirt. But when he tried to get up, the whole weight of his brother's body was resting on his groin. At this moment it was not just Taylor's cock but the teen's abs sliding up and down his shaft and squeezing even his churning balls. It felt as if his jizz was squeezed by force from his swollen nuts.
"Aaaaauuuuuuuughhhhhhhhh ... shiiiiittt," a guttural moan left his throat. Barely able to stop the imminent climax he collapsed back on the chair.
Taylor recognized from the startled look in his brother's eyes, what had just happened. His mouth closed over his brother's and his tongue butterflied and wrestled inside the squirming jock's mouth. Simultaneously his fingers were playfully tickling the sweaty arm pits and the sensitive spots alongside his trunk.
Kyle knew he was going down. He had been too close to the edge for a safe return. The brat was all over him, kissing, biting, squeezing and tickling. His body wanted relief and he was unable to put up any substantial resistance. "Fuck, yeah ..." he moaned in resignation.
Finally it was too much. Kyle felt his dick going numb. An intensive shockwave of pleasure erupted from somewhere deep inside his body. Lust surged through his veins while his racing heart beats sounded in his ears like a giant drum. The sexual impulse traveled alongside his nerves to every edge of his convulsing body. Goosebumps were forming on his skin from head to toe and whole groups of muscles started to twitch in uncontrollable spasms. Just when he felt his skin was getting to tight and he had the urge to jump out of it, the boiling flood retreated back, gathering even more momentum and intensity until it concentrated in his taut nut sac.
"Yeah Bro that's it, now you're ready. Cocked and loaded." He heard Taylor's hoarse voice whispering into his ear," shoot your fuckin' load of hot marine jism." Kyle's ass was now involuntarily humping up and down. The sweaty buttocks made a squeaking noise on the plastic cover of the kitchen chair.
Taylor knew he had his brother again.
Kyle's eyes opened wide.
"Shiiiiit ...." he groaned in desperation. His head lolled back while he gasped for air.
At this moment he surrendered all control of his hunky body to the imminent climax. Taylor sensed the opportunity when he felt the muscles slumping under him.
He grabbed his helpless brother's head and forced him to look down right at his erupting man- tool. Taylor seized his brother's throbbing dick aiming it straight up.
"Uuuuuuhh ...... uuurghh ......ahhhhhh," a grunting and hollering Kyle shot his first huge load right in his face, his own white gush covered his nose his lips and dipped from his chin. The second shot hit his chest and the third splashed over his rock-hard abs.
"Nice Baby, you've been a good boy," Taylor smirked while he pumped the remaining jizz from Kyle's still hard cock.
"Fuck ... uhhhhhhh," Taylor's squeezing of the super-sensitive dick was driving his marine brother nuts.
Without allowing him to recover Taylor pulled his brother's head back into his neck. In an instant he was up, towering over his brother standing on the chair's seat. He looked down in Kyle's eyes who still struggled to focus. His brother's sweaty face had changed to a crimson color, that stretched over the heaving chest down to the sweat and cum covered abs. The hunky body was still shaking from orgasmic after-shocks.
Before Kyle realized what was going on, Taylor pushed his groins against his face, forcing his dick all the way down his brother's throat.
"Yeah, soldier boy, suck it!" Taylor commanded. He was close as well.
"Mmmmphhhhh ..rrgh ..rrgh," Kyle gargled when his mouth and throat where coated by hot teen cum. Taylor forced his brother to swallow his entire load. Ironically their was a roar of laughter coming from the living room. His mother and aunt were definitely enjoying their chat.
Kyle was still breathless when Taylor zipped his pants.
"I guess that settles it, who's the boss," Taylor said," now I need to take a leak and you'll take a shower and get yourself ready for the evening. We'll meet the guys at the Cock and later we'll have a bout or two at the ranch."
A meek Kyle went upstairs to his room. Carefully he closed the door and picked up the phone.
"Hank tonight is the night, it starts at the "Pink Cock" and later they'll take me to Lanson's ranch." he told the Sergeant. His superior was now his last hope to escape from his brother's dominating grip.
Hank knew the "Pink Cock", a gay bar, where he had already picked up some guys in the past. "Stay cool, buddy, I'll be there. These fags are already dead meat," Hank replied. "Leave it all to Uncle Hank ..."
When Kyle hang up he hadn't realized the tiny click indicating that his brother had intercepted the call. Taylor made sure his parents were not listening and dialed a number.
"Rafe we are going to have some company tonight. You better make sure that everything is prepared, this buddy of Kyle is a tough guy, you know?" Taylor said.
Rafe Denning was Blake's brother; however, he was totally different than the college quarterback. Rafe was lanky and stood about 6.3 ft tall. He had a colorful Mohawk haircut. His jaws were unshaven and a goatee was spreading from his chin. His eyebrows, earlobes, nose and nipples were heavily pierced with silver jewelry. A number of silver rings decorated his fingers. He usually wore a black T-Shirt, camouflage pants and biker boots. The punk provided weed and other drugs to the teen gang.
"Ssstay cool m-man, " Taylor heard Rafe's drawling voice and knew he was high again, " I'mmm in control, perfectly in c-controoll. Now let me alone will ya?"
"Rafe! You fuckin weed-head will you listen .. you..." Taylor heard a click when the line went dead. Sonofabitch, he thought, that better be good or we are in deep shit.
The "Pink Cock" was the favorite meeting place for the kinky ones among the local gay community.
Taylor, Kyle, Rafe and Joey were having beers and watched the raving crowd.
Joey Hanley was working as ranch hand at the Lanson Ranch. The 19-year-old was only 5.8 ft. tall, but had a butch body that could easily compete with Michelangelo's David. His wavy blond hair was successfully resisting any attempt to be tamed by brush and comb. His face with the light blue eyes was usually showing a winning smile. Joey was wearing a white T-Shirt, a pair of ass hugging tight blue jeans and heavy working boots.
"Hey mate, whazz up?" from out of nowhere Hank's bulky figure had appeared. He gave Kyle a high five.
"You're takin' da kids out?" He grinned at Taylor and his friends.
"You know Taylor already and these are his buddies. Meet Rafe and Joey," Kyle introduced the teens to the Sergeant. "Folks, that's my mate Hank.."
"Hi guys, you don't mind me joining you, huh?" Hank nodded and ordered a round of beer.
The openly admired Hank's muscular frame and listened to his stories about what was going on at the Base and his scoring among the girls. Hank downed another beer, belched and continued:
"Ya know there was that hot chick I met. I was horny as hell and so was she. Actually that whore would have done right there in public on the dancing floor. But there was this college boy, her wonna-be-lover. Nice clothes, trendy looks a truly neat little gentleman, so clean so ... well uptown-boy, ya know what I mean, huh?
Well, they wanted a threesome and I said let's go for it. I guess they were up to something kinky, but that's fine with Uncle Hank."
Rafe, Taylor and Joey exchanged knowing glances.
The brawny Sergeant laughed:"College boy wasn't that cocky anymore when I had him skewered on my Johnson. Then I showed that pussy what a real man is made of. She was good, I'll give her that, but no one can last against my 11'' fuck stick ..."
He raised his glass: "Toast to the corps and our whores!"
"Yeah man!" Kyle laughed. He didn't know that the story involved Rafe's brother.
"Ah shit, I've gotta piss," Hank got up.
"Me too," Rafe got up as well.
The bar was heavily crowded. Leather clad bikers and hunks posing as cops were dancing to the heavy metal music. Others had joined special programs in the adjacent private rooms. Rafe and Hank were passing a wall of glory-holes where some elder men where eagerly sucking protruding dicks.
"You into this, man?" Rafe asked.
"Na, I don't let these old buggers near to me. They are craving for young meat, but there ain't one of these guys who can stand them," Hank denied, while gazing interested inside another room where a small crowd of hairy bears had gathered around a smooth well-built hunk swinging in a sling.
"Hm, I guess this young wonnabe top gets a lesson how to bottom ..." Hank chuckled.
They finally reached the men's rooms. Both relieved streams of piss into the bowls at the wall. Hank realized as well some glory-holes in the walls of the stalls on the other side of the room. The door creaked and another person entered.
"Wow that's really big!" Rafe said while Hank was squeezing the last drops from his hefty tool. The punk went down on his knees, licking his lips in obvious anticipation.
"I told ya so, son!" Hank grinned, while offering his rod.
Suddenly a strong arm closed around his throat from behind yanking him back. His hands went up to grab the attacker, when Rafe punched his fist right into his heavy balls. The searing pain made the marine's body convulse.
"Aaaaaaarghhhhh," he roared despite the arm cutting into his wind-pipe. Hank tried to deliver a kick to the laughing punk, but Rafe quickly pulled his tight jeans down trapping efficiently his ankles.
His legs were lifted up and despite his struggling, he was carried inside one of the stalls.
"Hurry up, before anybody enters," he heard a familiar voice from behind.
"So we meet again." Blake Dennings said, holding the Sergeant in an iron grip." Not so tough anymore Mister Marine, are we, huh?"
The quarterback usually despised his punk brother, but when he learned about the meeting between the marine's and the gang, the two had joined and developed a plan how to take the muscle hunk out and Blake intended to enjoy his revenge.
Rafe dragged the still heavily resisting legs over the men's room bowl and pulled the jeans over the tap of the flush fixing them tightly. Hank watched in growing panic as the giggling punk produced a syringe from his pocket.
Blake freed one hand and pulled his sweat pants down. Then he pushed the Marine down and trapped the crew-cut head between his legs. He reached back and forced Hank's nose between his flexing buttocks.
The marine's hips were jerking feverishly up and down, trying to get free, but Hank found no leverage. His left arm was stretched and he felt a finger probing for the vein in his elbow-crook. He wanted to shout for help but his mouth was blocked by Blake's heavy ball sac.
"You'll feel fine in a second, Soldier," he heard Rafe's voice.
In an act of sheer desperation, gathering all his remaining power, he flexed his muscular body. His teeth closed around the college hunk's balls, while he pushed Rafe back against the wall of the stall.
"Aaaaaaaauuurghhhh..." now it was Blake's turn to howl. He jumped back to save his precious crown jewels. Hank slumped back down to the floor. Now he had the leverage he needed. The combat trained burly soldier wasted no time. Placing his hands on the tiled floor he lifted his body and flung his legs over his head until his booted feet hit the ground. In the narrow stall Blake was pushed against the door. Still dazzled from the bite he offered no resistance when his head was smashed against the door, rendering him semi-conscious.
Furiously Rafe charged at Hank, but the punk was no match for the now fully prepared marine. A blow on his nose sent him back sprawling. Another hook exploded in his stomach and nailed him to he tiled wall, driving the air from his lungs.
Slowly he slumped down the wall to the floor, fearfully looking up to the towering marine.
"Hey what's going on in there?" a voice asked from the outside.
"Everything is fine here," Hank replied," would you help me out pal?"
Hank pushed Blake up, face towards the wall and pushed his dangling cock through one of the glory holes. From the outside it looked as if he himself was offering to be served.
"Wow, that's a nice young one," came the reply from the stranger, " I am happy to oblige. Sucking sounds proved that Hank's "offer" was accepted. Indeed, the stranger was pulling even the nut sac through the hole.
Still supporting the drowsy college hunk with one hand to the broad back Hank reached with his other hand down to the punk.
"Your belt, now" he hissed.
Rafe didn't dare to object and pulled the belt from his camos. With skilled moves Hank tied the other brother's wrists behind his back. Slowly Blake awoke from his stupor, only to realize that he was sucked off. He tried to pull back but the stranger would not release and his balls were already swollen to an extent that he was not able to withdraw from the narrow hole.
"Nnnnoooo..., he moaned when he realized his predicament.
"You have some nose candy, boy?" Hank asked Rafe.
Fearfully Rafe produced a small folded paper from his pocket. Hank took it and forced his big hand over the quarterback's mouth.
The college jock was desperately struggling, a fact that was honored by the stranger outside.
"Yeah - I see you like it!" the voice was heard. Hank's jeans were still down around his ankles and he noticed satisfied that his marine's cock stood dutifully at attention.
"Yes buddy I know what you want," he talked to himself, although Blake didn't know whether he was addressed. It didn't help him anyway. A moment later his buttocks were spread and something hot and big penetrated his man-hole.
"Remember me? I am baaack!" Hank was mocking.
Rafe watched in awe while his older brother was raped in front of his eyes.
Blake was heavily breathing through his nose now and had no chance but to inhale the whole content of a white powder from the unfolded paper bag that was forced under his nostrils.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned when the drug hit his brain. All resistance vanished and he slumped against the wall. His hips started to buck mechanically, meeting the Sergeant's powerful thrusts. Grunting Hank planted another load of his hot marine seed inside the groaning college hunk.
"I might 've made you a baby, Boy", Hank joked. He playfully slapped Blake's naked butt," it was nice to meet you again. I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening and give my regards to the lady, will ya?"
"And now we have a little fun," he forced Rafe up and pulled him after him while he left the stall. He chuckled when he saw the old guy aged about 68 to 70, who was crouching in front of the stall.
"Enjoy that young meat, bugger, I bet he'll last for a couple of hours and all for free," Hank laughed to the surprised man.
Pulling the scared punk behind him, he left the men's room.
"W-what do you want from me?" Rafe asked frightened." Hey I'm sorry man, it was just a joke ..." Hank did not reply. Checking the rooms out, he finally pushed the teen punk inside an empty one. The walls and floor were painted black. A sling was hanging from the ceiling.
"Strip!" he ordered in an icy voice.
Rafe knew that the marine would not take a no for an answer and discarded trembling his clothes. Moments later his body was swinging in the sling. Hank grinned while checking out the punk's body piercings and tattoos. There were nipple rings and even the nut sac was pierced by a steel bar bell.
Rafe accepted his fate and decided to make the best out of it. In fact it could be fun to be handled by this huge marine, but he had to get the hunk in a friendly mood.
"O. K. man, you'll get it, I'm all yours," Rafe said," You want some poppers? They are in my pocket, just please yourself."
"Yes I think I will," Hank replied," and yes you are truly mine pal and I will do with you as it pleases me."
"But I won't touch you, punk!" Hank reached inside his pocket,"Look what we have here!"
Rafe looked up at the hunk in surprise and then in panic.
"I don't know what it is, but if this all was meant to be a joke, you'll for sure enjoy it!" Hank held the syringe up.
"No man, please don't!" Rafe yelled, desperately struggling. His lean body was wriggling in the sling. " I said I am sorry, I said I give up, don't do this to me, nooooooo ..." his words turned to sobs when he felt the sting in his buttock. Soon his eyes turned glassy and his head slumped back. His body was swinging limply in the sling.
"Wow, strong stuff," Hank said.
He went to the door and shouted: " Hey guys, my slave boy is for free tonight ..."
He left the door open and left heading back to the bar. Looking back over his shoulder he saw two husky bikers entering the room.
"Have fun punk," he talked to himself.
He found, that Kyle and the teen gang had left already.
Shit! He thought, the punks were thinking they had me and took off. Luckily I know that ranch. He rushed out into the street and jumped in his waiting H1 Humvee jeep. The 6.2 diesel engine was roaring while he left town and drove into the countryside.