This story is purely fiction, and contains sexually explicit situtions possibly
involving (but not limited to) rape, pedophilia, vegetables, coffee mugs, and
various farm animals.
The characters in these stories are in no way based on real people. If you
feel that they might be based on you, you are probably an idiot. I don't know
you.
Keep this shit out of the hands of children you lazy, thoughtless bastard.
Do you have ANY idea what a kid who read this stuff during his childhood would
grow up to be? Well, YOU'RE READING THE KIND OF FUCKED UP SHIT HE WOULD END
UP WRITING.
Enjoy.
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Part 2
As time passed, it started to occur to me what trouble I could get into for what I had done. If he told anybody, my life could just as well be over. My best hope was that he was too humiliated to talk about it. I thought about talking to him about it, or apologizing. Not that I really cared whether or not he was okay, but I did not especially want to end up in counciling or juvinelle hall, or something like that.
Soon I realized I was pretty much safe. He still didn't talk to me much, and
usually avoided me. For a day or so, I noticed him wince a bit when he sat down.
Pretty soon, my fear had subsided, and my lust was coming back to the surface.
It was about 2 days later, and I was remembering our encounter. I would masturbate
at the thought of it, but masturbation was nothing compared to the intense experience
of actual sex. I started to plan the next time I would meet up with him, and
I got some wickedly cruel - but stomach turningly sexy - ideas about what I
would do.The next day I spent a while masturbating in my boxers, leaving all
my semen in them. It was a Saturday and my parents were both gone; mother buying
groceries and father out drinking with some friends from work. I had unloaded
into the boxers twice, and was still hard.A while later, I saw my brother slip
into our room to watch TV. When I went to open the door, I found it to be locked.
The little bastard. Oh well, I thought. I knew how to pick the locks in our
house; all you had to do was bend a wire coathanger and put it into a little
hole in the doorknob.Succeeding in this, I opened the door and saw my little
brother lying on his side, pants 'round his ankles, masturbating. He jumped
when he saw me and tried to pull the covers over himself. I stopped him, pulled
the covers off the bed, and yanked his pants, briefs and shoes right off his
ankles. I pinned his hands to the bed and his face blushed bright red, tears
welling up in his brown eyes. Keeping him down with one hand, I reached down
with the other and wrapped my fingers around his hot little boner. We had both
been circumsised.
This was the second time I had caught him doing this. What a moron, I thought.I
noticed his penis was about the same size as mine at his age. Around average.I
smirked at him as he writhed beneath me, trying to get away. I started pumping
my hand up and down, just as he had been doing a few minutes ago. Soon he was
thrusting his pelvis to the rythm of my handjob. When I saw he was just about
to come, I let go. He groaned and kept moving his pelvis, trying to fuck the
air, but got no satisfaction, to his utter frusteration.I stood up and took
all my clothes off. While I did this, he made minimal efforts to escape, probably
because he knew it was futile, and possibly because he thought he would enjoy
what was coming next.
However, he did not hesitate to beg."Oh God, don't... Not again, I can't take it, I'll die... Stop, no, please! I'll do anything! Please, please, don't... Just leave me alone, please... I can't, not again..."
Naturally, I ignored him, but took secret delight in his terror. I knew his ass was probably raw, and that he probably wept whenever he took a shit. I knew that this time he would shriek twice as loud at the pain, and that I why I had worn my biggest boxers and had cum into them twice already. I slipped them off, crammed them into his mouth, and followed them with his own.His face contorted in disgust as he sensed the gooey liquid in the boxers.
"That's right. I remembered how much you liked it the time I came in your mouth, so..."I dabbed a bit of the lubricant he had out already on the tip of my penis. I used much less than last time, hoping to add to his misery. As usual, his pain was an extreme turn-on for me. I positioned myself at the opening to his tortured little muscle and began to push. Once I had pushed myself past his insanely tight little hole he was bucking and screaming. Wanting some more motivation, I took out the gag so I could listen to him. We were in an inner room in our house, and I figured the threat of neighbors hearing us was almost non-existant."AAauuughhhh, ah, eh... AH, AH, God, Ahh, Ow..." he kept sobbing and gasping for breath, tears streaming down his bright red face. I started pumping in and out, and with each thrust he would let out a low, tortured grunt, and with every withdrawl he would let out a higher, more energetic yelp.
The coat of blood on my penis was minimal, but there was plenty of shit. Apparently,
he had needed to go to the bathroom shortly before I started to fucking him.
It was pretty disgusting - and smelly - but I didn't mind. I kept fucking him
until I felt the pressure of an impending orgasm in my crotch, at which point
I pushed into him as far as I could.I let out just a few blasts of semem, most
of it having gone into the boxer shorts that were currently in his mouth. I
slid out and slapped his ass playfully while he lay sobbing and gasping for
breath. His hard little prick stood on end, a drop of precum on the tip. He
reached to touch himself, and I let him. I watched as he jacked himself to orgasm
and then watched his thin boy-cum ooze out and down his cock.He started to get
up, probably expecting that we were about to take a shower like last time, but
I stopped him.
Using brute strength, I managed to pin him back to the bed and bind his hands with a belt. Then, with a bit of maneuvering, managed to get him into the old-school spanking position, laying across my lap with his knees on the ground and his ass drooping over my right leg.He squirmed, trying to get away, but he failed. I started groping and rubbing him; his ass, his thighs, his unit. He tried to push away my invasive hand, but there was really nothing he could do. He occasionally let out little grunts of humiliation and frusteration.I pinched his sore ass a couple times, and then moved to his little muscle. Curious, I pushed a finger in. It slid in with no effort whatsoever - he was that well lubed and stretched. I fingerfucked him for a second, producing little noises from him, and stopped. At this point he had stopped crying, and I started to feel his little prick stiffening against my leg.I raied my hand up and brought it down on his ass with a much louder noise than I had expected. He jumped and let out a high-pitched yelp. I did this a few times, alternating between his ass and thighs until both were a renewed crimson red. He was crying, but just barely, now. His penis was fully erect again, and mine was getting there.
I took his scrotum in my hand and played with his balls for a few moments. I
rubbed his sensitive inner thighs, occasionaly pinching him a bit, just to elicite
a little yelp.
I spanked him several times more. Then, once I decided he was properly warmed
up, I bound his ankles together with a belt and layed him, stomach down, across
the bed. He kness were on the floor, and his ass stuck out, begging for attention.
I grabbed a belt I had chosen - my thickest and shortest, which would allow
for faster swings and more surface area to be struck. When he saw me pick it
up and walk towards him, he started pleading with me. Begging, screaming, sobbing,
bargaining, threatening. None of it worked, and his terror did nothing but heighten
my arousal.I walked up, raised the belt, and brought it swiftly down onto his
right ass cheek.
**CRACK**
He let out a tremendous bellow, and I repeated the process to his left cheek
- several times, actually.
**CRACK**CRACK**CRACK**
He was becoming hysterical. I couldn't understand what he was saying anymore
- it was mostly just screaming and whimpering, anyways.Once I had his right
and left cheeks a deep crimson red, I started to flog the backs of his skinny
thighs.
Soon, they too were a deep red. He kept on screaming and weeping into the comforter.
Finally, after a few minutes, when my arm had become tired and I decided he
had had enough, I raised the belt above my head for a further strike.
**CRACK**
It landed across his cheeks, and he let out a final groan of agony.
I put the belt away and undid his bonds. He layed on the bed for a second, rubbing
his ass and crying. Eventually, I got him to stand up, and led him to the shower.
Once the water ran warm, we both got in. He stood at the opposite end, his arms
folded across his chest, crying.
After a few minutes he had still not moved or let up in his weeping, so I asked,
"What's wrong?"
"Why do you want to hurt me?" he eventually responded.
I smirked, shrugged, and said, "Well, you still have a hard on from the
spanking. I guess it couldn't have hurt that bad."
"No!"
I stepped towards him and wrapped my fingers around his still-throbbing erection.
He jumped at my touch, but was too terrified to resist.
After a few strokes, I kneeled down, such that his phallus was almost at eye
level. I used my hand to guide it into my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his sensitive, pink little head, and rubbed it along
the bottom. Pretty soon he was groaning and thrusting his pelvis into my face.
It took him seconds to come, and I swallowed all of it, not really that bothered
by having my brother's jizm inside of me. We dried off, dressed, and spent the
rest of the evening watching the Simpsons.