During the night Jason began to hear strange grunting sounds from his younger brother, who slept on the other side of the room. Jason spoke to Jesse but got no reply. He wondered if a disturbing dream had interrupted the kid’s sleep. But the sounds continued. Out of concern, Jason got up and walked beside his brother’s bed. The room’s nightlight allowed him to see Jesse only dimly. He looked somewhat dazed, peering up at Jason with a startled look on his face. At bedtime Jesse had covered himself with a sheet, but now it looked like a crumpled mess at his feet—as if it had lost a violent fight.
“You O.K?” asked Jason.
“What?”
“Did you have a dream?”
“No. Well, maybe.”
Jesse propped himself up slightly. Jason then noticed the front of his brother’s brief. The kid sported a fully aroused penis, which pushed the thin fabric far forward. He had seen that penis every day, but never fully erect. Now, although hidden under the brief, the cock’s considerable length caught Jason by surprise. Then he thought about Jesse’s age. The kid had just turned thirteen. Jason wondered if puberty had suddenly kicked in for him. He began to recall himself when that change took place inside his body. He half-smiled at Jesse as he thought about the pleasurable experiences the kid would have in the future because of it. Jesse’s impressive cock—definitely surpassing Jason’s in length—had already demonstrated what it could do by moistening the front of the kid’s white brief with generous amounts of pre-cum. Jason could see it and smell it.
“You’ve got a good-sized cock on you. I wish mine was that big.”
Jesse managed a slight but troubled smile in return. “I….It feels… It bothers me…You wouldn’t understand…..”
“Hey, I went through the same thing a couple of years ago, Jess.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. My dick got hard all the time, just when I didn’t want it to. And it stayed hard for hours. But it didn’t stick out as much as yours—you’re lucky.”
“I don’t feel lucky.”
“You will.”
Jesse noticed a growing bulge in Jason’s brief. It made Jesse feel better seeing his older brother having a stiff cock like his own. But then another spurt of pre-cum shot into Jesse’s brief, as if trying to get Jason’s attention.
“I bet your cock wants to fire its load,” whispered Jason. “Has it done that before?”
Jesse didn’t reply right away. Jason’s question seemed to confuse the youth. “I don’t think so.”
Jason grinned at his brother. “You’d remember it. I sure remember the first time mine did.”
Jesse scowled. “How—I mean, did it do that on its own?”
“No. I made it happen.”
“What did you do?”
“I’ll show you if you don’t tell mom or dad.”
Jesse nodded his head in agreement. “I won’t tell.”
Jason moved onto the bed and sat on folded legs alongside his nervous brother.
“Will it hurt?” asked Jesse shyly.
“Hell no! It’ll feel real good. I still do it on myself when I’m alone.”
“Do me,” said Jesse in a whisper.
It took guts for him to speak those words to his brother. But on that night he had begun to form some trust in Jason—a deeply personal trust that hadn’t really existed between them. Up to now, the brothers had never developed a genuine connection as buddies—not socially, not intellectually (Jesse would turn out as the smarter of the two) and not affectionately. Yet now an uncommon relationship had started between the two guys. Neither one fully understood it at the time, or what it might lead to.
Jason had always fantasized about putting his hand under the front of a guy’s brief and feeling the prize inside. He thought about how he would make that prize stiff and keep it that way.
When he slowly slid his hand into Jesse’s brief and put his fingers around the waiting cock, it excited him much more than he expected. First, Jesse’s pre-cum had made the cock slippery and incredibly enticing. Second, he could immediately feel the rod’s heat and its pulsing. Third, he liked the cock’s size, which easily surpassed the length of his own by several inches.
While he held the long rod, Jason began to hear gasps of pleasure from his brother. Those gasps enlivened Jason’s cock, infusing it with feelings that soared way beyond his fantasy. In fact, simply holding Jesse’s huge muscle produced so much pleasure for both guys that Jason had no thought of releasing it—ever. He quickly became addicted to the feel of that cock. He craved its warmth and its excitement. The longer he held it, the more he thought of the rod as part of his own body, his own happiness. He wanted to possess it.
After several minutes, Jason began to carefully finger Jesse’s cock, getting acquainted with every inch of it. Those touches kept Jesse’s body motionless, yet inside, it galloped with pleasure.
Jason felt his exceptionally wide cock begin to swell. Its thick, bulbous head pushed his brief way out, unafraid of calling attention to itself. Jesse certainly took notice and rested a hand on Jason’s thigh.
The older brother’s cock-feeling gradually grew into squeezes, each applied with more strength than the previous one—as though Jason couldn’t avoid doing so. The increasing power of the squeezes started to make Jesse gasp, yet he didn’t speak. Jason felt the rod getting more rigid. His strong fingers kept demanding the rod to yield. But the harder he squeezed it, the stiffer the cock became.
Jason kept his incredibly tight grip on the sizzling cock, daring it to submit to him. He seemed to crave that dominance. Jesse dug his fingers as far as he could into his brother’s strong thigh flesh. This became the brothers’ first physical lockup—a kind of male-to-male embrace.
Jason had no desire to bring this lockup to an end—it provided him with too much pleasure. But he did do some thinking. He reflected on how he had behaved with Jesse as the kid grew up. Whenever possible he had used his two-year age advantage to control Jesse during arguments—sometimes verbally and sometimes physically.
But now, having control of him sexually became by far the biggest turn-on for him. He started to slowly move his hand up the cum-slick cock. Jesse had no way to resist the dramatic increase in pleasure that resulted. The kid held his brother almost desperately. Jason smiled. He had found the surefire way to conquer Jesse—by using the kid’s long cock.
Jason moved the hand down and did another endless upward pull. Jesse groaned louder. Jason continued with more agonizingly slow pulls. Jesse’s pleasure groans began to sound like cries of pain. The kid’s body trembled against Jason’s. An overpowering pleasure captured the cock and did not want to let go of it. Jesse’s eyelids opened wide. He began to feel trapped in an amorous form of torture, a torture he liked.
An army of conflicting thoughts fought a brutal battle inside his brain. “Get away while you still can!”… “Fight back!” … “Learn to love the punishment!” … “Jason wants your body—don’t let him take it!” … “You’ll look very sexy when you submit!”
This inner struggle seemed to go on forever, gradually grinding Jesse down. Every minute he felt it slowly taxing his remaining strength. Yet at the same time he loved the way his body felt. It seemed almost too wonderful to describe. The kid knew that at some point he would lose the raging pleasure-battle inside his cock. He could not avoid that. But when it took him, he would also realize he had misjudged his supposed enemy. That enemy would soon reveal itself as no enemy at all—but instead, his best buddy.
Jesse imagined his cock growing longer in Jason’s hand. He could feel it filling with an insane, invincible pleasure that had a mission far beyond his control. His body knew that and seemed to stop to honor that mission. Suddenly a blinding pleasure flooded his entire body. Long streams of rich sperm erupted from his cock with the full force of its youthful energy. Jesse wanted to scream, both out of fear and out of respect for his maleness. Instead of screaming outright, he buried his face in Jason’s chest as muffled, submissive cries burst from his open mouth. Jason never forgot the sound of those screams. He held Jesse’s straining body with a passion he never knew he had.
The impatient liquid shot wildly into Jesse’s brief. Each shot made the cock jerk so powerfully that it nearly leaped out of Jason’s hand. Jason loved feeling the warm sperm collecting inside the brief and covering his hand. The sexy liquid didn’t want to stop. Sperm kept squirting out, as if trying to outperform that of the world’s most virile stud. Every explosion seemed to bring Jesse to a higher level of pleasure. But the long orgasm also really shook the kid. His gut frantically rose and fell as the cock showed Jason what it could do. By the time the final gobs of maleness emerged, Jesse could hardly catch a breath. His breathing didn’t normalize for several minutes. Yet afterward his cock remained totally hard, as if nothing had happened.
Jason loved what he had brought to his brother. He smiled, thankful that Jesse’s introduction to sex had come from himself—and not from some uncaring stranger. After all, Jason did love his brother, despite Jesse’s sometimes immature behavior.
Jason grinned and gave Jesse a buddy slap on his back. “That was awesome!” He hugged the long cock. “This boy sure knows how to shoot!”
Then Jason added something important: “Tonight you’re no longer a kid. You became a man!”
When Jason finally took his hand out the wet brief and started to get out of bed, Jesse grasped the hand firmly. “Don’t go.”
That surprised Jason, but staying beside his brother right now seemed like the right thing to do.
“O.K.” he said, resuming his place on the bed.
Jason realized that the sex play with Jesse had made a big impact on his brother. Yet he wondered if it could someday cause trouble for the youth. Would it affect his relationship with girls? His friendships with other guys? In fact, Jason wondered if what he did to Jesse that night could affect his own future relationships? But Jason found it easy to sweep these concerns away. Jesse’s body seemed to have a pull on him. Or did Jason have a pull on Jesse? In any event, Jason wanted to keep Jesse’s body within his easy reach.
He stayed close to Jesse for the rest of the night.
As the two guys faced each other in the darkness, they spontaneously engaged in more mutual touching. Jason teased Jesse’s rod by feeling and poking it through the thin, soaked brief—something that gave him a big sexual thrill.
Before this night he had felt sexual thrills in other ways. His penis always hardened in his brief when he thought about a certain guy or when he saw a sexy stud wearing nut-hugging jeans. Even better, he liked seeing a guy walking around in the school’s locker room nearly naked, just sporting a well-packed, urine-stained, jockstrap.
Although Jason thought that very sexy, it also made him want to see the guy totally naked. That led him to ask Jesse a crucial question: “Wanna get out of your wet brief?”
Jesse hesitated, but gave him the answer he hoped for. “Yeah,” whispered Jesse. He even lifted his butt off the mattress so Jason could remove the brief for him.
Jason had long wanted to strip a guy, so he uncovered Jesse’s long cock as slowly as possible. Jason’s heart raced while he edged the brief lower and lower. When finally freed from the brief’s confinement, the rod seemed to celebrate, immediately jumping for joy. Jason gradually slid the brief beyond his brother’s balls, past the youth’s bulbous ass, past his knees, his ankles, and finally off of Jesse completely.
Jason at last got to stare at the naked rod for the first time. “Oh man!” he whispered. “It looks great!”
Jesse liked watching him stare at his cock. But soon that watching turned into touching. The cock leaped whenever Jason’s finger rubbed or teased it. Jesse said nothing yet sighed almost continuously, loving Jason’s attention. He snickered as Jason tried out some tickles and playful pinches along the rod.
Jason did more. He found some super-sensitive places along its rigid surface that made the cock leap particularly high when lightly touched. He kept it leaping minute after minute, seeing if he could exhaust the muscle. He couldn’t. Jason finally held the rod steady within his fist as a reward for its perseverance. His eyes zeroed in on the cock’s stiff cum hole, as though studying it for a test.
The rod tightened further, simply because Jesse loved seeing his brother stare at it in such a sexy way. Then Jason gripped the long rod with both hands. Jesse reacted with loud pleasure cries.
However, the boys’ parents never heard those outbursts. The brothers had their large bedroom in the basement, and that gave them a privacy they really liked. But on this particular night they especially appreciated it. With their parents upstairs watching TV, no sounds from the basement reached them.
Jason’s two-handed grip on the cock felt awesome to Jesse. The long rod soon started to tighten in pleasure once again. The older brother couldn’t resist putting a short but brutal squeeze on the cock. Jesse instantly clutched Jason—from fear, or from pleasure, or from both. Jason repeated the squeeze a few seconds later. Jesse cried out weakly but didn’t tell him to stop. Jason waited a moment and squeezed it again. Jesse’s cry became more desperate. Jason put his quick, killer squeeze on the cock again and again. And each time he did that, Jesse cried out and held him tighter.
At one point, Jason’s big squeezes became one extended hold. Doing that seemed natural to him—maybe because as a pastime he loved watching guys pro-wrestle on TV. He particularly liked seeing a guy caught in a long hold that made him cry out in pain and would eventually force him to submit. He imagined that he’d sometime like to see a wrestler put his opponent’s rod in a power lock and keep it on until the guy submitted or erupted in blasts of cum. Of course he knew that pro wrestlers would never use such a hold, at least in public. Viewers would think it far too outrageous. Nevertheless, when Jason crushed his own cock in a similar way, it would always make him cum. He asked himself: do some wrestlers do that to each other in private?
Jason’s continuing cock-squeeze forced his brother to wince. Jesse lifted his head off the bed several times, like a wrestler struggling to survive a hold that would eventually defeat him. For Jesse, the struggle produced not only incredible stress, but also a biting pleasure that seemed to gnaw through his rod and even reach down into his balls. His gaping face revealed the youth’s failing ability to withstand the grip—something that Jason loved to see. A gruesome pleasure kept building inside Jesse. The expected climax approached again and again, but didn’t happen. Jason wouldn’t allow it. That left Jesse whimpering as well as hugging his brother, hoping for a merciful defeat.
Jason whispered into his brother’s ear with real sympathy. “I know. This is rough. But try to handle it. Do that for me.”
Jesse did try. Along with some tears, he pressed as much of his body against his brother’s handsome physique as possible. That helped. Jesse kept repeating “Do that for me” over and over in his brain.
At the same time, Jason became hooked onto a similar obsession of his own— Jesse’s alluring sexuality. Both brothers never guessed that something like this would ever happen between them, or that their feelings toward each other would continue after that night. But it did.
Pre-cum began to slowly emerge from Jesse’s cock hole.
“I’m gonna make you pump again,” whispered Jason, grinning. “It could hurt more this time.”
Jesse didn’t try to resist. He knew that Jason’s strength would always win over his own. Yet Jesse wanted to impress Jason with his willingness and his stamina.
“Pump me!” he gasped, clutching Jason closer than ever. “I can take it!”
This time Jason got to see his brother’s cock erupt directly. Jesse’s body suddenly jerked once. Then eight long jets of silvery cum ejected from his cock. He tried not to utter a sound, but pleasure overwhelmed him as warm sperm fired forcefully onto Jason’s gut. Again out of breath, Jesse held onto his brother for support as he felt a pleasant weakness try to wipe him out.
Jason looked at the youth’s heaving body with admiration and desire. He released the rod and put both arms around him. The warmth of Jason’s body, together with his brother’s acceptance, meant the world to Jesse. The next thing that happened startled both guys: their lips spontaneously pressed into each other. The prolonged kiss seemed to quickly renew Jesse’s energy. Neither guy wanted to disengage.
“Damn!” whispered Jason. “I think I love you.”
The guys’ tongues intertwined, blocking any more words. Jesse hugged his brother with a passion completely new to him. His body seemed unaware of its orgasm only a moment ago. Jason held the long cock once more, feeling it pound with fresh vitality. An indescribable urge to challenge Jesse’s endurance again surged within him. Almost without thinking about it, Jason started to slowly pull the shaft away from his brother’s gut. The rod fought him by refusing to yield to the pressure Jason put on it. Jesse gasped out a cry of defiance. But little-by-little, the rod started to submit to Jason’s strength.
After a minute of torturous pressure, Jason finally forced the cock lower until it aimed directly at Jason’s body. Jesse’s deep groans seem to last forever as he saw Jason whisper to his captured shaft. “Yeah, fight me.”
Jesse’s cock kept opposing the pressure placed on it by his brother’s determined hand. Yet soon the cock’s strength had to yield Jason’s power. Jesse gasped as a spurt of pre-cum soon fired onto Jason’s gut.
“I give! I give!” cried Jesse.
Jason slowly allowed the cock to rest again beside Jesse’s abs. He picked up the pre-cum and smoothed the creamy liquid between his fingers. “You’ve got great sperm,” whispered Jason.
“Where does it come from?” asked Jesse.
Jason moved his hand lower and closed it around Jesse’s firm sack. “From here.”
Jesse felt a potent but pleasurable feeling sweep through his testicles. Jason began to fondle the willing boys. He didn’t care that they felt smaller than his own. Simply having the warm stones in his hands gave him a tremendous rush of power.
He had worked over his own balls many times, but never anyone else’s. He had a powerful urge to get rough Jesse’s hard nuts. Yet he held back, believing that too much rowdiness might drive Jesse away. He could understand that: any male would want to protect his balls at all costs. But to Jason, a guy who opens his crotch to another guy shows pride, boldness, and the willingness to defend his masculinity if necessary. What could a guy value more than his masculinity?
As Jason gently rocked his brother’s ball sack back and forth, Jesse didn’t try to pull the fingers away from his balls. Instead, he put an arm around Jason—a sure sign of trust. Soon afterward, Jesse’s balls began to tighten in his brother’s hand.
“Like this?”
“Yeah,” said Jesse. He waited for a while before speaking again. “My balls feel bigger now.” He waited again. “Can I feel yours?”
Jason slipped off his brief. He propped up one leg to open more of his crotch to his brother.
Jesse checked his brother’s balls with great interest. “Damn. They’re so big!” he said instantly and almost too loudly.
He spent many minutes examining, stroking, massaging and cuddling each giant, one-at-a-time.
Jason spread his legs wider, encouraging Jesse to play with them as long as he wished. Jesse did that. Their formidable size and stiffness did more than captivate Jesse—he wanted to make love to them in any way he could. Jason thanked him by stroking and patting his chest.
Jason’s thick rod began to twitch, distracting Jesse. Now fully erect, it beckoned to Jesse with its stiffness and width. Even though the cock had a shorter length than his own, it didn’t matter to Jesse. He became enthralled by its huge circumference. Euphoria swept through his body. Jason grinned, feeling the fingers check and recheck the cock’s massiveness.
“This could whip my balls in a fight!” whispered Jesse.
That comment made Jason’s cock harder. He started to wish for that fight. Thinking about it made his big testicles begin to move upward inside his sack.
That fascinated Jesse. He put a hand around the sack again to halt them. He did something else. He tried squeezing the giant balls with more pressure.
“Does that hurt?”
“No,” replied Jason.
Jesse gradually put more muscle into his squeezes. The youth seemed intent on finding out how much pressure the balls could take. Between squeezes the testicles would often rise and fall in the sack, as if replying to Jesse. He had fun watching them and feeling their stiffness.
He finally spoke to Jason in whispers. “I wanna see your cum.”
“Keep on ‘em,” replied Jason, moving onto his back so the youth could kneel between the outspread legs.
Over the next several minutes Jesse had fun feeling, squeezing and massaging the huge balls. In doing that, Jesse probably became more knowledgeable about Jason’s balls than about his own. He saw his brother’s cock slowly lift itself, twitch and fall back many times. Jason’s pleasure groans became louder. Jesse could almost feel the guy’s balls swelling with semen.
Jason wanted to grab his own cock and give it what it wanted. But that would end Jesse’s fun. Instead, as his pleasure grew, Jason grabbed the bed’s mattress with each hand and held on tightly.
As Jesse saw and felt his brother’s excitement rise, his own pleasure grew as well. Jesse used both hands to work on the sack using long, very slow pulls. With each pull the sack grew harder. Soon it became a solid mass. Jason groaned louder, imagining himself in a wrestling match with his opponent bear-hugging his balls. Each hand had locked onto a testicle, squeezing harder and harder, aiming for a submission. But Jason refused to submit, yet he had no way to escape the man-killing hold.
Jesse loved watching Jason suffer. He intensified the hold by rolling each testicle between his thumb and the other fingers. Jason yelled as loudly as he dared. He fought with himself, refusing to give up. But the longer he delayed that decision, the more often his cock lifted itself high above his gut, as if signaling him to surrender. He knew he couldn’t withstand the stud-taming pressure of Jesse’s maneuver forever. Yet he also felt pleasure building in his cock. He shook his head back-and-forth, refusing to submit to his brother. But within seconds, Jason’s cock submitted for him.
As Jesse held the balls he saw the cock explode. Jason could not hold back his screaming gasps.
Heavy bursts of cum catapulted above Jason’s broad chest. Some of them fired onto his neck and forehead, but the first ones shot even farther. Jason writhed in pleasure as shorter spurts began to take over, squirting onto his abs. Jesse held the ball sack tightly, marveling at his brother’s seemingly endless supply of cum.
Jesse, clearly drawn to Jason’s balls, had a difficult time letting go of them after the orgasm. But when he finally did, he started to smooth his fingers through the large gobs of warm cum on Jason’s heaving abs. He picked up some of it and sampled the flavor with his tongue. Jesse grunted his approval and then stretched out beside Jason.
“Tastes good,” whispered Jesse.
It surprised Jason that Jesse would dare to taste his cum, but that event only seemed to enhance Jason’s feeling of pleasure. Jason put a hand on Jesse’s chest and stoked it.
At some point Jason became more aggressive. He flipped Jesse onto his back and sat on his knees alongside him. He placed one hand on Jesse’s thigh and the other hand across the top of his chest. Jason looked down at Jesse’s long rod. Although Jason had fantasized many times about putting a guy’s cock in his mouth, he had never actually done that. He watched Jesse’s rod hover above the guy’s gut. It twitched occasionally, begging him to come closer. After a moment, Jason opened his mouth, leaned down and captured the top half of the rod between his teeth. Jesse immediately cried out in pleasure as Jason slowly pulled the cock up into a vertical position.
At the same time, Jason felt saliva pour into his mouth. Jesse gasped again as he felt that liquid surround his cock. The saliva seemed to wash his rod, nourish it, control it. Lost in pleasure, Jesse held his brother passionately. Jason’s teeth kept pressing into the stiff flesh—not very far, but enough to hold the cock steady in his mouth. As he held the rod upright, Jason tickled the side of the cockhead with his tongue.
Jesse twitched from a rush of sudden pleasure.
The intensity of it forced him into unavoidable screams of pleasure. Instantly Jason moved his hand from Jesse’s chest and covered his brother’s his mouth with it to muffle the loud sounds.
Jason continued to lightly rub his tongue against Jesse’s cockhead, but at irregular intervals. That drove Jesse crazy. Every muscle in his body tensed. Jason soon found that he could keep Jesse’s pleasure at a peak doing that and nothing else.
Soon a stream of pre-cum began to emerge from the cockhead. Jesse groaned as he felt it push out of his piss hole. The pre-cum mixed with Jason’s saliva, creating a potent fluid that produced twice the pleasure for Jesse. He struggled so much that Jason had to use a lot of bicep muscle to keep his brother’s thigh and head pinned down. He made sure that his brother felt every moment.
Jason watched Jesse’s balls stiffen as though trying to reach upward toward him. As the minutes passed, he noticed the sack skin becoming tighter and tighter around them. Jesse fought to survive a feeling of alluring intoxication that tingled inside his juice-filled testicles. He stared at Jason, who sat beside him like a handsome, nude statue with Jesse’s upright cock in his mouth.
Jesse couldn’t ignore that image, but Jason’s tongue easily wielded an even greater power over him. Every time it teased or stroked his cockhead, Jesse reacted with involuntary twisting or writhing. Each touch of the tongue made another stream of pre-cum ooze from his cock—enough to keep Jason swallowing a mouthful every few minutes. Seeing Jason consume his juice a little at a time became an indescribably erotic experience for him. He begged Jason to make him shoot off, but with the hand over his mouth, his brother only heard faint, garbled words.
Jesse’s excitement gradually increased, but at a frustratingly slow pace. Jason’s tongue kept finding new places on the cockhead to tickle and terrorize. One spot on the underside of the head stunned Jesse every time the tongue touched it. Jason began to deliberately rub his tongue against it to make his brother squirm. The pangs of pleasure seemed to block all other sensations for Jesse. Little-by-little they also robbed him of his strength. Finally he only had enough of it left to put an affectionate hand on his brother and lie there, letting Jason’s tongue take charge of his body.
After many minutes of this, Jesse’s body suddenly tensed, no longer able to absorb any more of the extreme pleasure. His jaw dropped open as sperm raced up his long tool. Years later, Jesse always remembered that orgasm as his favorite one—not only because of its youthful power, but also because of how sexy Jason looked at that moment.
As Jesse’s cum exploded from his cock he watched his brother work to keep the sperm from bursting out of his mouth. Jason only let a little of it escape and run down his chin. He swallowed all the rest in at least seven or eight big gulps. Seeing Jason eagerly drink down his juice immediately became the most powerful experience of Jesse’s young life.
Following that huge orgasm, Jason moved his hand from Jesse’s mouth and gripped the bottom of the still-erect cock with it.
“You taste too good,” whispered Jason.
Then he very slowly dragged his tongue up its long, hot surface. Jesse gasped as a new, formidable surge of pleasure swept through him. After a pause Jason’s tongue repeated its slow journey up the tall rod. At the top, the tongue rewarded the cock head with some special rubs. Every muscle in Jesse’s body tensed from the indescribable pleasure of it.
When Jason finished, he lay again beside Jesse.
Out of breath, Jesse couldn’t take his eyes away from Jason’s cock. “I wanna…..I wanna…..”
“Swallow mine?” said Jason.
Jesse flashed a quick grin as he gazed longingly at the beautiful body beside him.
Jason got up, stood on the floor alongside the bed and widened his stance. Jesse sat on the edge of the bed, having no ability to resist both his brother’s cock together with the giant ball sack hanging in front of him. He brought an arm up between Jason’s legs and fastened his fingers around the balls. The testicles seemed to expand as his fingers fondled them. Jason’s cock jumped a few times, inviting Jesse to have his first oral experience. Jesse opened his mouth as far as he could to accommodate the exceptionally wide cock head. Once inside his mouth, the naked cock felt both captured and comforted at the same time.
“Take me with your tongue,” whispered Jason.
Jesse pressed his tongue against the stiff cock flesh and closed his eyes. The warm phallus felt good to him, very good. Jason’s pleasure groans made him feel even better. When Jesse rubbed the cock, his brother’s groans immediately sounded louder.
In a short time Jesse’s tongue settled on the most vulnerable, and most pleasurable, places on his brother’s wide cock. Jason rested both hands on the top of Jesse’s head and began to groan continuously. Jesse put his arms around Jason. Jesse soon began feeling some of Jason’s pre-cum in his mouth. He held Jason tighter.
The snuggled cock prepared itself for the approaching orgasm. Jason began to breathe harder, faster. His hands gripped Jesse’s head more urgently.
Jesse could feel the mammoth muscle throbbing excitedly in his mouth. The big balls swelled, begging to get crushed into submission. Jason suddenly pulled Jesse’s face into his ripped abs so forcefully that the youth could hardly breathe.
Jason cried out, relinquishing his manhood to Jesse. Hot juice powered through his shaft and shot down Jesse’s throat in long, heavy, nearly unmanageable squirts. But Jesse didn’t flinch. During the long orgasm Jason gradually fell forward as Jesse consumed his thick cum. Jason’s weight made Jesse bend backward until his shoulders finally fell onto the mattress. Jason sat over him on his hands and knees, while Jesse continued to suck out his brother’s sperm. Jason’s body heaved, determined to give his brother every drop.
When the juice stopped shooting at last, Jason slowly collapsed onto his brother. Although Jason excelled in several sports, Jesse had rarely seen him as exhausted as he now appeared.
“You really drained me,” gasped Jason, putting his arms around Jesse. “How did it taste?”
“Awesome!” said Jesse. “We should mess around like this every night.”
The two began to roll all over the mattress, mounting each other whenever they could and laughing about it. Both guys enjoyed simply holding each other for a long time. Jason started to talk about them having regular, naked fights.
“Anything with you,” whispered Jesse.
They kept whispering to each other, but sleep intervened to stop their sexy dialogue. The night seemed long to them, although they only slept for a short time. When they awakened, Jesse had a hand around Jason’s enormous balls.
“I love these,” whispered Jesse.
Jason responded by fixing his hand around Jesse’s sack. Both guys held each other’s balls and began to trade ball squeezes of various kinds. During one of his grips, Jason reached his fingers directly behind Jesse’s sack and grasped the lowest portion of his brother’s shaft. When Jason squeezed into it more tightly, Jesse cried out as if stung by a startling pain or pleasure. It seemed to paralyze or annihilated him. A few seconds later his cock started firing cum. The suddenness of the eruption surprised Jason as well. But he hung onto his squeeze until the sperm stopped.
“Shit!” whispered Jesse. “How did you do that?”
“A lucky move!”
Jesse grinned and patted his brother on the shoulder. “You gotta show me how you did it.”
Jason enjoyed teaching Jesse the move, which they called the “Sudden Death” hold. When Jesse tried it out on his brother, he quickly got the desired result. During the nights that passed, Jesse liked to catch Jason off guard and get him in the Sudden Death hold. He became very good at emptying his brother’s balls.
Jesse sometimes couldn’t apply the hold, because the more muscular Jason would stop Jesse’s hand before it could reach its target. They both laughed at times like that. They enjoyed their “combat” and afterward would kiss until the brothers fell asleep with their arms and legs wrapped around each other.
Every day after school they would meet in their bedroom, strip and try out new, sexy moves on each other. But one day Jesse didn’t return home at his usual time. Instead, he joined his handsome buddy Shawn in the school’s gym, where they used its workout equipment. While taking a break in the boys’ locker room, Jesse saw a big cock bulge in Shawn’s well-worn jeans and that set him off. Not seeing or hearing any other guys nearby, Jesse started horsing around with Shawn. As they fun-wrestled, Jesse opened Shawn’s jeans. He found his buddy wearing no brief. Jesse took the guy’s semi-hard penis in his hand.
Shawn grunted, but he didn’t attempt to pull the hand off of him. The penis stiffened rapidly. Jesse felt it grow to a size just about as long as his own. He squeezed it a few times, then moved his hand to Shawn’s balls to check them out. Shawn tried to yell, but Jesse put his other hand over the guy’s mouth. Jesse reached behind the sack to find his buddy’s low shaft ready for the Sudden Death hold. He gripped it hard. Shawn’s eyes opened wide in shock.
“My brother invented this one,” said Jesse.
Shawn took a step forward, trying to get away.
But a powerful feeling in his cock made him stop. Shawn put his hands against a nearby wall in front of him. In a few seconds his cock let loose, making him utter a hand-muffled pleasure-cry. He looked down to see his cum throw itself against that wall and slowly run down it.
Jesse didn’t release the hold until he had completely emptied Shawn. Afterward Jesse tried to hug his buddy, but Shawn quickly pulled up his jeans and escaped through a doorway, leaving Jesse victorious, but suddenly alone.
When Jesse returned home he found Jason in their bedroom as usual, wearing a very sexy low-rise brief. He thought of telling Jason about his experience with Shawn. But before he could, Jason got behind his brother and wrapped his arms around him. He affectionately licked the back of Jesse’s neck. Jesse sighed from the warm embrace—something that he wanted to happen with Shawn, but didn’t.
Jason pulled down Jesse’s jeans in a single, quick motion. Then he slid both hands inside the front of Jesse’s brief and grasped the long cock, one hand above the other. Jesse sighed, loving his brother’s touch, as he always did. But then something happened that he didn’t expect. Jesse instantly yelped in pain. One of the hands had done something to his upper cock. To him it felt like Jason had inserted a needle into the sensitive man-flesh. He looked down, but his brief concealed whatever had caused the pain. Fortunately the pain didn’t last. A wave of pleasure immediately followed it, sweeping up the long rod. Jesse gasped as a single spurt of cum fired into his brief.
The abruptness of both the pain and the pleasure caught Jesse by surprise. Jason smiled, knowing that his plan had succeeded. He waited a moment. Then Jesse felt another short stab of pain in his cock—and another satisfying spurt of cum. Jesse started to breathe faster. Had Jason found a way to take his cum a little at a time, without a full orgasm?
In the coming minutes Jason loved hearing his brother groan from both pain and pleasure every time he went after the cock with his new move. Jason couldn’t see the thick, sexy liquid inside the brief, but he could feel each individual spurt on his fingers whenever he demanded it. Jesse had become Jason’s emission toy.
Later, Jesse pleaded with Jason to show him what he did to cause the pain and spurts. But Jason wouldn’t do it. As long as Jason alone knew how to execute that move, he would have absolute control over his hot little brother. And that control became his biggest priority.
Jason continued to slowly deplete his brother’s sperm with his move. Jesse couldn’t avoid it. Occasionally he tried to resist, but his body always yielded to Jason’s single-shot maneuver. Stealing the youth’s essence squirt-by-squirt instead of by a full orgasm intrigued and excited Jason. He liked seeing Jesse’s strength slowly evaporate, and also his brother’s ability or willingness to escape.
Jason at last threw Jesse down on a bed. Somewhat dazed and on his back, Jesse soon found himself tied down. Jason secured his brother’s wrists with Velcro cuffs that he had secretly attached to the bed frame. Jason sat on the youth’s thighs, facing him.
Jesse saw Jason’s cock pushing into the thin brief directly in front of him. But Jesse mostly focused his attention on the large ball-bulges inside the brief’s pouch. He really loved those balls and wished he could feel them right now. As he thought about that, Jason produced a cloth and tied it firmly across his brother’s mouth. After he had the gag in place, he turned on a nearby radio and dialed it to some loud music.
Jason began to peel down Jesse’s brief—slowly, seductively. When fully exposed, the rod proudly hovered above Jesse’s stomach, coated with many single gobs of wet sperm. Jason took a moment to admire the sight. Then he extended a finger and started to tease the sensitive cockhead with it. He grinned as the long rod jumped up from the slightest touch.
In addition, Jesse’s entire body also squirmed, unable to resist the thrill of each tickle. Jason soon began to concentrate his teasing on the ultra-sensitive cum hole. He held the rod steady with one hand, while a finger of his other hand lightly teased the hole’s rigid rim. Even the slightest touch drove his victim’s pleasure far beyond any man’s level of toleration.
Jesse tried everything to break out of the restraints. He shook and twisted the wrist cuffs violently. But the cuffs held and his escape attempts only tired him out. Although Jesse yelled unceasingly, the radio’s blaring music allowed only Jason to hear the screaming. Furthermore, Jesse’s screams—the cries of a sexually-desperate male—turned Jason on more than he expected. Jason’s cock thrust itself headlong into his brief, threatening to push right through it.
The sight of that made Jesse’s desires escalate. He tried once more to free himself from the restraints in order to grab Jason’s cock. But again he failed.
Through all of this Jason kept tormenting his brother’s cock-hole. The inflamed skin gradually took on a reddish color, despite Jason hardly touching it. He sometimes stopped to admire his work, holding the rod up triumphantly, like a conquering warrior displaying his booty.
Jesse couldn’t turn his eyes away from Jason’s enormously stretched-out brief. As he stared at it, Jason reached down and picked up a small, narrow object he had hidden under the edge of the mattress. He held it up for Jesse to see—an empty ballpoint pen refill. Holding the long rod upright with one hand, he positioned the pen’s point above the cockhead with his other hand. Jesse screamed again when he realized what his brother had in mind.
Jason moved the pen point down and rested it on the hole’s opening. Jesse cringed.
His brother held the cock firmly. “Don’t try any sudden movements.”
With Jesse’s body frozen in fear, Jason didn’t have to worry about his brother trying another escape. As the thin object entered his cock, its smooth, metal tip felt cold to Jesse at first, then both arousing, with a touch of discomfort. Jesse watched anxiously as his brother ever-so-slowly pushed the point lower.
Jason had previously wondered what it must feel like having something inside that sensitive tube. So he had experimented a few times nudging the refill into his own cock. It felt wild, but he had saved the object mainly for someone else’s cock—specifically Jesse’s. He figured it would terrify his brother, and it certainly did.
Jesse gaped as he saw Jason carefully edge the refill down his rod—but so slowly that it took many minutes to insert it only a couple of inches into the long phallus. Yet over time Jesse came to accept the bizarre, disturbing sensation—mostly because he trusted his brother controlling it. Nevertheless, he did begin to experience another sensation inside his cock—pleasure. That caused him a lot of concern. What would happen if he suddenly ejaculated with the object inside his rod?
Jesse yelled and shook his head back and forth in fright. Jason stopped nudging the object downward and held it motionless. He felt the cock pulse wildly with excitement. Jason grinned and allowed its pleasure to slowly subside. He loved seeing Jesse strain. As he watched, Jason’s balls began to fill with cum.
After Jesse calmed down, Jason began edging the object downward once more. But soon he had to stop again because of more pleasure waves coursing through the cock. This stopping and restarting happened many more times, driving Jesse to exasperation. Jason continued until he had more than three inches of the object inside the cock.
Jason gloated over that, feasting his eyes on the helpless rod. But then he started to feel the plastic tube vibrate with strong spasms. He knew he had to begin pulling out the object before Jesse ejaculated. Yet that process took time. The spasms increased as he slowly pulled the long refill up through the rod. Jesse held his breath, and his sperm, hoping that he wouldn’t shoot off. But during the final inch, his pleasure became too great to control. Jesse groaned in suspense. His body stiffened. As the object neared the cock hole, a sudden burst of pleasure hit Jesse. Sperm shot up the rod. The force of it instantly pushed the object out of his cock. Jesse gasped, relieved that his ordeal had ended. But that ordeal also tortured him with countless spasms that kept him paralyzed with pleasure for a long time.
Following Jesse’s endless orgasm, Jason let the youth rest and try to recover. During that time, Jason massaged his brother’s biceps and chest. Jesse relaxed so much that he briefly fell asleep. As his brother slept, Jason put his hand around Jesse’s ball sack. The testicles had remained firm. Jason stroked them gently. Jesse groaned, sensing that in his sleep. Jason wondered what his little brother dreamed about, and if Jason played a role in that dream.
Jesse awakened with a smile on his face. “I wanna cum again.” His cock sure looked ready.
Jason smiled. He held Jesse’s ball sack firmly, then reached behind it and locked his fingertips onto the bottom of the swollen shaft. The Sudden Death grip had him. Jesse screamed, but the gag—along with the radio’s music—made it impossible to hear those screams upstairs.
Jason didn’t hold back. He applied more pressure to the shaft’s bottom than he had ever used on it before. Jesse couldn’t take the burning pleasure. Almost instantly streams of hot sperm propelled through the long rod. Jesse’s body stiffened as the sexy liquid fired from his cock.
Forcing the cock to fire its juice became a major turn-on for Jason. He loved seeing every power-squirt. When the sperm stopped, Jason released his hold and watched the rod twitch. Jesse started to relax, but soon Jason reapplied the Sudden Death grip once more. Jesse’s screams returned as he felt his cock prepare to pump more sperm.
This time, however, fewer spurts shot out. Jason wondered how long it would take to totally drain his brother. So every few minutes he reapplied the hold to find out. Jesse quickly learned the meaning of the word domination. Without the use of his arms, he had no way to stop Jason. His screams turned into whimpers as each orgasm brought him closer to Jason’s goal.
Although it took Jason a while, he finally made the cock submit to him without yielding a single drop of sperm. Jesse gasped as Jason continued to attack the still erect cock for a time with hair-raising, post-orgasm work. Jason’s feather-light stroking brought instant screams from Jesse. His rod did insane leaps, as if desperately trying to escape. Jesse breathed so fast that he nearly passed out from the intolerable pleasure.
Jason heard his mother calling for dinner and turned off the radio. He slipped on his jeans and went upstairs, leaving Jesse restrained on the bed, writhing in pleasure. A few minutes later Jason returned carrying a huge plate of macaroni and cheese. He put it on a little table beside the bed and stripped to his brief again. Jason sat down on Jesse’s thighs as before, with his crotch wide open.
“How are ya feelin’ little brother?” He lowered the gag so Jesse could speak.
Jesse replied slowly. “You sure got me. Some of it really hurt.”
“Yeah, I whipped your ass,” Jason replied, smiling. “You need some food to get back your strength.” Jason kept his brother tied, but picked up the plate of macaroni from the bedside table and began to slowly feed it to Jesse. Jason moved his bulged-out brief closer to Jesse as he gave him the helpings of macaroni. Jason ended up feeding Jesse the whole plate of macaroni.
Jason put the empty plate on the bedside table.
“Did ya like that?”
“Yeah,” replied Jesse, adding, “It tasted better with you feeding it to me.”
Jason saw that his brother’s eyes still feasted on the bulge in his brief. “You ready for dessert?”
Jesse shook his head in agreement.
Jason pulled down his skimpy brief and moved the tip of his broad cock very close to his brother’s mouth. “Take as much as you like.”
Jesse opened his jaw as far as he could. Jason slowly eased his giant cockhead forward into Jesse’s mouth. Jesse groaned in satisfaction as he tongued the stiff, warm cock. He worshipped it. He savored it. He licked it. He sucked it.
Jason closed his eyes as a blanket of pleasure surrounded his cock. His heavy man-juice started to swell within his testicles. “I’m gonna make a lot of dessert for you. You earned it.”
The words you earned it hung in Jesse’s mind. The youth thought about himself and also about his disappointing meeting with Shawn. He felt odd about that encounter. It began to really bother him.
But hearing Jason’s pleasure groans, and feeling some of the guy’s pre-cum drizzle into his mouth, made Jesse quickly dismiss thoughts of Shawn. He wanted to hold Jason’s big balls. Yet with his hands restrained, Jesse had no hope of doing that. Nevertheless, his mouth held Jason’s cock, a reward that he had definitely earned.
“Yeah, that feels so great!” whispered Jason. He tilted his head back, reveling in the pleasure.
The cock stiffened, eager to submit to Jesse’s tongue and to his slippery saliva.
“Take it! Take it all!” gasped Jason.
Again, Jason’s words struck Jesse with unusual power. Then came a volley of vigorous blasts from Jason’s cock. The sperm filled Jesse’s mouth right away. Jesse gladly swallowed everything that Jason gave him and that amounted to several mouthfuls.
Jason couldn’t say a word as his cock unloaded the precious sperm into his brother. His frantic groans became the only way his body could react to the extreme pleasure spasms accompanying every squirt.
Those sounds continued long after Jesse had drained him. When Jason finally pulled out his cock, it snapped upright against his gut, allowing Jesse to marvel at its rosy glow, its excited pulsing and its readiness for more attention.
“Enjoy the dessert?” whispered Jason.
Jesse grinned. “Yeah—yours is the best kind!”
Jason unfastened the restraints on Jesse and lay beside his brother. Jesse almost immediately rolled between Jason’s legs. He gazed at the massive balls. He held them in his hand. Then he moved closer and took one of them into his mouth.
Jason gasped, never having had a testicle captured that way before. Yet it felt so good to him, warm and sexy. Jesse spent more than a minute feeling and caressing and tonguing the testicle. Jason tipped his head back in pleasure as Jesse bathed it in his body’s warmth. Jason stroked the youth’s head.
Jesse gave equal attention to his brother’s other testicle, while Jason’s cock flexed energetically. Jesse felt the sack skin tightening as he tongued it.
Jason cuddled with his brother, never having felt so good in his life.
A few days later, walking home after a week of school, Jason took his usual route. Part of it passed through a dense growth of trees just beyond the city. Along the path Jason saw Brock leaning against a tree. Everyone at school seemed to know and like Brock—a sports hero with an awesome body. A year or two older than Jason, Brock wore shorts, a tee shirt and sneakers, as did Jason. But unlike Brock, Jason had a hard penis sticking into his shorts as he thought about what he would do to Jesse when he got home.
Brock wanted to talk. “Jesse’s your brother, right?” asked Brock.
Jason confirmed that. Then Brock drove a sudden, powerful fist deep into Jason’s gut. The blow forced Jason to topple forward. Unable to draw a breath to speak, he grabbed Brock’s lower legs for support as he fell to his knees.
Jason couldn’t talk, but he wanted to ask, “Why did you do that?”
Brock glared at him, brandishing a fist ready to strike again. “Get up, you coward!” He pulled Jason up onto his feet and nailed Jason’s gut with a second blow, harder than before. That sent Jason down once more. Brock sneered as he watched Jason struggling to breathe. “You told Jesse to go after my buddy Shawn and that was a mistake!”
“Wha…what?”
“When Shawn told me what happened, it really pissed me off. So now you’re gonna pay.” Brock picked up Jason again, took careful aim and this time struck him in the crotch. The blow hit Jason’s balls squarely. Jason shrieked in pain, clutched his balls and fell to the ground. He rolled onto his stomach to guard against another such attack. But Brock immediately turned him over and ripped Jason’s hands away from his balls. Then he sat down on Jason’s chest, facing his legs. Brock unleashed a series of painful kidney punches into Jason’s left and right sides. They left Jason severely hurting and unable to fight back.
Brock pulled off Jason’s shorts without interference from his dazed victim and threw the shorts into the woods. Next he did the same with Jason’s brief. Jason made a weak attempt to push the hunk off him, but he found himself in too much agony to accomplish it. In the meantime, Brock grasped his victim’s legs, one in each hand, and split them apart as far as he could. Jason shrieked from the sharp pain in his crotch and begged him to stop. But Brock kept the legs severely split as he took time to stare at the giant, naked ball sack in front of him.
“Thanks for giving me such a big target.” Brock released one of Jason’s legs. He formed a fist with
his now free hand and slammed it into the balls, holding nothing back.
Jason screamed as he never had before. And he couldn’t stop screaming. Tears of pain flooded his eyes. While Jason cried out in agony, Brock flipped around and sat on his victim’s chest, facing him. He grasped Jason’s neck with both hands. Jason felt Brock’s steely fingers press into his neck like pliers. Jason grabbed Brock’s wrists but the choking grip stopped his breathing and any thought of escape. Brock watched Jason’s face turn red. He grinned as Jason frantically tapped on Brock’s arms for release. He couldn’t breathe. Jason’s eyes opened wide. After a moment, Jason’s arms began to slip from the hunk’s muscular arms.
Suddenly Jason felt a powerful fist strike his jaw. Jason’s mind fixated on the last thing he remembered seeing—Brock’s open crotch and his well-defined balls staring at him only inches away.
Brock stood up over his victim, gloating in his victory. “If you or Jesse attack any of my buddies again, I’ll finish both of you. I’ll make you bleed.”
After that, Brock jogged away, leaving Jason lying beside the trail in serious pain. He couldn’t move. His mind occasionally slipped in and out of reality. Fortunately, no one else walked the trail at that time. If anyone had, they would have found Jason lying mostly naked and groaning in misery. But no one saw Jason’s beat-up body—until later.
A huge headache kept Jason down for a long time. When he did get to his feet and tried to walk, he soon staggered and fell to his knees. It took him several attempts to walk only a few steps. Finding his shorts and putting them on took longer. He never did find his brief. At last he started to walk very slowly, fighting the pain and holding onto tree trunks to stay upright.
It took Jason more than an hour to walk the rest of the way home—although to him it seemed like several days. He walked down the basement stairs one step at a time and opened the door to the bedroom. Jesse stood there waiting for him, wearing only a brief. But then Jason’s strength left him. He collapsed onto the floor, looking and feeling terrible.
His appearance shocked Jesse, who helped Jason to his bed. “What happened?”
“I’ll tell you what happened: you made Shawn cum and Brock blamed it on me. He really got me bad.”
Jesse, speechless, hung his head in obvious guilt.
Jason continued, his voice now cracked with both anger and depression. “I thought you and I had something good. But I guess not.”
Suddenly Jesse’s body began to tremble. His eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t know….what I was…doing….”
“Too bad I had to pay for your stupidity.” Jason’s tone sounded pained and unforgiving.
Jesse dropped onto his knees alongside the bed. Suddenly bitter tears burst out in a torrent. The youth had never experienced anything like this kind of torment and didn’t know want to do. He tried to put a hand on Jason.
“Don’t touch me!” yelled Jason.
Jesse quickly pulled his hand back and continued to cry. The hysterical tears flowed uncontrollably. The edge of Jason’s mattress soon became wet with them. He tried to speak again, but only parts of words came out. He finally sank to the floor alongside the bed and stayed there, sobbing.
Several days and nights passed, with the two brothers neither talking to or touching each other. Jason’s body slowly recovered from Brock’s attack, but Jesse’s demeanor remained the same. He could hardly look at his brother—not because of dislike, but because of disgust with himself. As he sat in each class at school, he could only think about Jason. Jesse’s penis hardened inside his pants. He tried to think of other things, but the energy behind his bulge didn’t lessen. He had no power over it.
A week later, Jason finally spoke to his brother. He had Jesse sit on the edge of a bed in their room. Jason sat down beside him and put an arm around his trembling body.
“I wanna tell you something,” he began. “I still love you. But what you did hurt me, just like Brock’s punches.”
Tears began to run down Jesse’s cheeks.
“No more crying. I hate seeing that.” Jason gently turned Jesse’s face toward his. “No more tears.” He wiped them off Jesse’s face. “But you cheated on me. You deserve punishment, painful punishment.”
Jesse hung his head in remorse. Finally he whispered, “I got it coming.” Even though he didn’t know what Jason would do to him, Jesse managed a slight smile. He hugged Jason and began to feel better.
Jason stood him up and slowly stripped off all of Jesse’s clothes. It didn’t surprise him to find the guy’s cock already waiting for him: even the slightest touch from Jason always made Jesse instantly hard. But this time, contact with Jason would bring him something else.
Jason, wearing only jeans, put his hands on his brother’s sides. “Jess, I know that seeing a sexy guy like Shawn makes you want him. It happens to me too. But I decided who I really want, and it’s you.” He looked into Jesse’s eyes. “You’ll have to decide who you want, and hold to that.”
Jason started to feel Jesse’s tits with both hands. Suddenly Jason squeezed into them like a crazed animal. He didn’t let go. Jesse winced from the pain but refused to cry out. Jason kept the squeeze going and made it worse by pulling the tits out to see how far he could take them. Jesse threw his head back, trying to withstand the piercing pain.
Jason at last released the reddened tits, but immediately gripped into Jesse’s armpits. That instantly made Jesse cry out, unable to handle the pain. Instead of letting go, Jason kept his claws in the sensitive pits and pulled Jesse down onto his knees with them. Jason dropped to his knees as well. Jesse began to weep silent, submissive tears. But Jason wanted a lot more than a submission. He had only begun.
He grabbed Jesse’s cock roughly with both hands and crushed into the stiff shaft unmercifully.
Jesse reached for Jason’s hands.
“Hands behind,” ordered Jason.
Jesse whimpered, but complied.
Jason kept the crushing, painful hold on his brother’s long, vulnerable cock. Jesse gasped, realizing that the move meant business. Jason forced the cock to give up its upright position and started to bend it downward, inch-by-inch. The cock resisted, but Jason gradually made it yield to his pull. In time he had it pointing toward the floor, between Jesse’s thighs.
Fear gripped Jesse. And yet, Jason had more in mind for the long rod. He moved a hand around Jesse’s leg and took hold of the cock from behind. As Jesse gasped, Jason slowly pulled on the cock until it aimed backward horizontally, under the youth’s round ass. This quickly became one of Jason’s favorite surrender holds. Someday he hoped to see a wrestler use it to get a decisive victory in a public, naked fight.
But if that never happened, at least right now Jason had the actual hold locked onto his defenseless brother. Jason enjoyed it. Accordingly, he kept the long cock trapped in the youth’s crotch. He grinned while Jesse whispered a frightening cry. Jesse hugged Jason, hoping to get his sympathy and bring an end to the hold. Jason did react by affectionately kissing his brother’s neck. But he also continued the extreme cock pull-back.
Despite the passing minutes, Jesse kept hugging Jason, as if he had begun to accept his punishment.
“Yeah, show me how brave you are,” whispered Jason.
Yet he had not reached the end of Jesse’s ordeal. He gradually lessened the pull on the youth’s cock. When he released it, the rod snapped upright again.
While Jesse tried to recover, Jason casually pulled a black, leather glove out of his jeans. As he strapped it on his hand, Jesse noticed flashes of silver on it. A few days before, Jason had “spiked” the glove—pushed thumb tacks through the thick leather from the inside. He held the glove up to Jesse’s face so he could see the points of the tacks sticking out against the black leather. Jesse’s eyes opened wide in terror.
“I outfitted this glove especially for you,” explained Jason.
He moved Jesse’s hands behind the youth. Jason held them there with an arm firmly across his victim’s lower back.
To give his brother a preview of what would follow, Jason lightly pressed his open glove against one of Jesse’s prominent pecs. Jesse twitched from the prickly pain.
“Sexy chest,” said Jason. He squeezed into the pec a little harder, making Jesse cry out in pain. “Yeah, take it.”
When he pulled the glove away, Jason smiled as he looked closely at the pec, seeing small indentations in it left by the spikes. Then he slowly slid his hand down Jesse’s chest. The youth’s long, upright cock presented the next obvious target.
Jesse looked down in terror as the spiked glove carefully surrounded his stiff tool. Jason held the rod steady in a friendly way. At first the spikes felt good as they stimulated his cock. However that changed when Jason squeezed the cock with more pressure. Jesse gritted his teeth as he felt the spikes dig into his cock. Yet he didn’t flinch, determined to show his brother how much pain he could handle.
The grip continued for some time. Finally Jesse sighed in relief as the glove loosened its hold and pulled away from the rod. But Jason had one more payback move for him. The glove moved lower and held itself just beneath the firm ball sack.
“Not that!” whispered Jesse, justifiably alarmed. Yet he knew he couldn’t stop his brother from doing whatever he wanted to do. Jesse also admitted to himself that he had to pay for his cheating in a big way. He had to face his punishment like a man. In fact, he knew he needed to experience some serious punishment—not a few weak slaps or punches. He took several deep breaths and tried to prepare himself as he watched the open glove and its glistening spikes move nearer to his balls.
But when the glove suddenly captured his ball sack, Jesse shrieked in pain—something he had promised himself he wouldn’t do. He could feel the spikes pressing into his balls. No guy could avoid crying out in that situation. Jason stared at his brother’s anguished face and increased his squeeze on the sack.
Raw shock overcame Jesse. He opened his mouth to scream, but couldn’t. His heart raced. He exhaled frantic, whispering grunts that could only express a little of what he felt.
“Your nuts and sack are super hard, they want more,” said Jason. So he gripped them harder.
Jesse at last uttered an uninhibited, heart-stopping scream. He believed his balls could not endure any more. In his mind he saw the spikes puncturing places all around his sack.
Jason glared into his brother’s face. “If you cheat on me again, I’m gonna drive the spikes right through your balls and rod. That’s a promise.”
“No! No! It won’t happen again!” gasped Jesse.
Jason continued. “I’m gonna take this glove with me wherever I go. If you cheat one more time, it’s gonna be around your balls again. I don’t care where you are when that happens. If you’re outside, I’m gonna open your jeans and finish you off. You’re not gonna be able to get away!”
“I won’t escape! I wanna be with you all the time! Please let me! I’ll kiss your glove! I’ll do anything you want!”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Jason released the tortured sack, removed his glove and held it in front of Jesse’s mouth. Jesse immediately kissed it several times, ignoring the sharp pains that coursed through his ball sack.
Then Jason used an arm to force his brother backward and across an outstretched thigh. His hand pressed against Jesse’s chin to hold him in the backbreaker. He grabbed Jesse’s cock with his other hand. Jason held it upright, lowered his head and started to suck on the cock’s head.
Jesse immediately cried out in a heightened sense of pleasure that consisted not only of a wonderful sensation in his rod, but of a renewed feeling of acceptance from Jason—something that he wanted most of all.
Because of that, his excited cock erupted into Jason’s mouth within seconds. Both guys groaned loudly when it happened. Jason also sensed each of Jesse’s cum shots in the hand that held the rod’s lower half. He loved feeling the cock swell every time it pushed the sperm out of the long rod.
Jason at last picked up his brother and put him down on a bed. Jason quickly stripped off his jeans and brief, while Jesse checked his sack skin for punctures.
“They’re fine,” said Jason, jumping on the bed.
Jesse looked surprised. “Yes, you’re right.”
“Say it the right way: Yes, you’re right, sir.”
Jesse grinned. “Yes, you’re right, sir.”
Jason turned Jesse over onto his chest and climbed on his back. He faced his brother’s curving butt. Jason had always admired that beautifully shaped ass. He gave it some buddy slaps and leisurely rubs, then clamped a hand on each butt cake as though claiming ownership. He slowly pulled Jesse’s biscuits apart, revealing the tight, virgin hole.
He split saliva on it several times, then gradually pressed a finger into it. Jesse reacted with a jolt. But as the finger gradually made friends with the hole, Jesse relaxed. Soon Jason added a second finger so he could stretch the hole to accommodate his wide phallus. That took a few moments, but very erotic moments.
Jason gave the ass another buddy-slap of approval, then stretched out his body on top of Jesse’s back. He secured his brother in a tight full nelson, and whispered in his ear.
“I’ll always love you, man. We’re a team and we’re gonna stay a team.” Jason kissed Jesse’s head.
Jesse could feel Jason’s cockhead kissing his ass in return. Generous amounts of pre-cum had thoroughly coated Jason’s cock during Jesse’s punishment session, so the shaft entered Jesse with exceptional slowness and smoothness. Both guys gasped as they experienced anal sex for the first time.
Jason groaned as he felt Jesse’s ass slowly pull his massive cock into it—or so it seemed to him. At the same time, Jesse groaned too. But Jesse’s groans happened because felt Jason’s wide phallus relentlessly pushing into his ass—or so it seemed to him. For the brothers everything began to blend into a single, overwhelming experience.
“Do you like my cock poundin’ inside you?” said Jason.
“Oh yes!” whispered Jesse. “Give it to me, sir!”
Jason cranked up his full nelson so tight that it eliminated any possibility of an escape. Then he drove his cock forward as forcefully as possible into Jesse’s body. Both brothers cried out in pleasure as they forged a bond that would always hold them together as one.
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