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I spent the entire next day in total disbelief. I was a drone at work and despite the fact that I had come to somewhat like the idea of being another man’s property, I desperately sought a way out of this situation. The only one I could come up with was to move away and leave no trail, but that would take a lot of money that I didn’t have, and I just signed a one year lease not too long ago.

There was also the sick and twisted part that kept me from running. Desires and feelings had been opened up for me that I never even knew existed. The first night was all about curiosity, but I didn’t have to go back that second time. I obviously did it to explore this new fascination that had been opened up to me. But now that I’d given my own brother Tommy two blowjobs seemed to make it all so unacceptable to bear.

I had no idea where Tommy was these days. The last time I had seen him before last night was when he had moved out of the house after a fight with my dad. That was pretty much the way I moved out as well. We certainly hadn’t been close brothers, but I hadn’t thought of him as an enemy. He was much larger than me in size, but I had the smarts. He was a little over two years older than me and had often sought to embarrass me in front of his friends, but never to an extent like this. As younger kids he had once gotten me to suck on his prick, but I was ten at the time and he had just turned thirteen. But that was the extent of our interaction in that way and I never got the slightest hint that he ever wanted to do anything else. I chalked it up to kid stuff and curious exploration.

After I got off work, I grabbed a bite to eat and went home. My backside was still sore, so I was moving slowly. I couldn’t get into doing anything, because I couldn’t get my new situation out of my mind. But I was about to get some answers.

There was a knock at my door and I went to answer it. I opened the door slightly and saw it was Tommy. I said, “Fuck you!” and went to slam the door. But he put his foot in the door and pushed it open. I told him to get out, but he never listened to me when I said that as a kid, so he didn’t now either. He walked through the apartment until he found my fridge and grabbed himself a beer. All the time I followed and kept ordering him out. It seemed like he couldn’t hear a word I was saying and just kept looking around the apartment. When he sat down on the couch and started looking thru the TV channels, I grabbed the phone and told him I was calling the police. He smiled at me and finally said his first words.

“So, what are you going to tell them, that you’re mad at me because you’re a prostitute?” He took a huge swig of his beer and continued to smugly surf the channels.

I slammed the phone down and asked him what he wanted so I could hurry him out of my place. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him now. He looked at me and was deciding what to say. Finally, after a couple of minutes of just staring at me, he told me.

“I thought you would want to know why I made a thousand bucks off you. You do want to know don’t you?”

I answered that I obviously wanted to know, and quickly so he could leave. Instead he kicked off his shoes and said, “It’s been over two years since we saw each other, don’t you want to get to know each other a little better?”

I told him how we did that the last two days. That might not have been a good thing to bring up, because he rubbed his crotch and said, “That’s right! We did, didn’t we?”

“So, do you want to know or not?”

I told him again that I did, and he commanded that I sit on the couch with him as we talked. I sat at the other end as he just smirked away. Then he opened his pants and pushed them and his underwear down to his knees. I called him a pig and ordered him to pull them back up. Instead, he grabbed his cock and worked it very slowly to achieve a full erection. I was trying to keep from looking at it, but he was being so animated.

Finally he said, “Give me a blowjob and I’ll tell you.”

I screamed, “No fucking way! I’m not a faggot and I want you out of here.”

He told me he wasn’t leaving until I took care of him, that the last few days did indeed prove that I was a faggot, and that I had proven to him personally just how dedicated I was by my begging him to face fuck me the last two nights. He added that I was a lot better at being a sissy than he ever could have imagined and that I sucked cock better than anyone in his life.

I told him that I had been tricked, but all the time I knew I was grossly piqued by his statement that I was so good at it. He asked if I was wearing my hot pink panties and to show him. I told him I wasn’t and asked him how he could have done this all to me. All the time he kept slowly moving his hand up and down on his shaft as if trying to tease me with it. I did take several quick glances at his cock, after all, I hadn’t really seen it much and it was a curiosity.

“Come on, Jesse, you know you want to find out. Give me a quick blowjob and I’ll tell you. Just hop over here like you did when I told you to back when you were ten. Then I’ll go away.”

It pissed me off that he brought up the time when we were kids. I had to wonder if he was really so arrogant that he could see past my anger and humility, and know that under different circumstances that I probably would be willing to give him head. But it was so hard getting past what he had done to me. I told him once again that I couldn’t do that to him. I realized I had changed my words from wouldn’t, to couldn’t, and my tone had much less anger in it. All too late, I realized he noticed as well. And there he went, grinning again as if he knew he had me.

“Come on little brother, just a quick one.” And with that he reached over, put his hand around the back of my neck and started pulling me towards his lap. I resisted, but he was much stronger than me and was winning. His voice was coaxing me to do it and that it wasn’t any big deal after what I had already been doing.

As I fell toward him, I pushed against his leg to keep arms length from his cock that was solid and sticking right up at me. He continued to forcibly hold me in that position as he tried to talk me into blowing him. Sadly, I knew he was weakening my resolve, and tried to hold back. But when he guessed I could be pushed over the edge, he grabbed my head with both hands and jerked me to his crotch. My arms gave way and the wet tip of his cock hit the side of my face as I fell forward. I decided to stop struggling and barely protested as he moved my head and himself until his cock was facing my mouth. He held me by my hair in one hand and aimed his cock with his other hand. Then he rubbed the tip across my lips and waited for me to open my mouth on my own.

I gave up, opened my mouth and slid over his shaft. The bastard was going to get his blowjob. But there was no way in hell I was going to let him cum in my mouth again. But I was here now, so I started to give him an honest sucking and started to bob my head as I had so recently learned how to do. He relaxed his grip on my head and slid down a little to stretch out and enjoy his little brother’s blowjob. When he knew there was no way I was going to stop, he started telling me how I had become such a great little cocksucker through the years. He surmised that I had been doing it for some time, but I just wanted to get it over with, so I didn’t bother to correct him.

Then he pulled his cock away. I figured that he wanted me to lick and suck his balls some, so I started doing that to him. After a moment of licking his tight balls, I sucked his cock back into my mouth. And then he pulled away from me again. I fumbled my hand to his prick and took it back into my mouth. He let me suck it a little and once more pulled away from me. I knew what the bastard was doing now. I had made it obvious to the both of us that I wanted to finish sucking him off. He wanted me to prove that fact. So, when he took it away from me one more time, I said, “Stop doing that. Just let me finish.”

Tommy got off on that and started teasing me unmercifully, and I had to admit to myself that I did indeed want to finish him off. I had been remembering the two prior nights when he had been fucking me in the mouth and how I had lusted for his piercing of me. I held the base of his cock in my hand and continued sucking on him. I realized I was almost fighting for it to stay in my mouth, and it came to the point of saying, “Stop it. Let me do it for you.” It had gone from doing it to him, to doing it for him.

That gave Tommy all he wanted, and he grabbed the back of my head by my hair. I knew I was in for it now, and sure enough, he became quite aggressive with my mouth. He started to hump up into my mouth with vigor and forcing just a little too much into me. He gagged and choked me continuously, only to see me hanging on and not offering a bit of dissent. It seemed like the choking noises emanating from me were urging him to cum faster and harder, so I let things happen naturally. But when he talked about feeding me his cum again, I struggled unsuccessfully to get away from him.

“I know what my little faggot brother wants. You want to feel my slimy mess shooting down your throat, don’t you? Don’t worry I know how to get it there. Just be a good little sissy and hang on.”

I kept trying to moan my disgust at his proposition, but I knew he was much stronger than me and was going to win. I tried to relax some, but I still found it very repulsive to allow a guy to do that and hoped he would release me just prior to doing it. But instead, a minute later he did what was now becoming a telltale sign to me. He pushed his cock to the back of my mouth and held still. I could feel the warmth again and moaned uncontrollably as he forced his cum down my throat. Just then he slapped some pictures down beside him so I could see them. They were of me getting my face clearly fucked by Brian, and the ropes that held me in place were evident as well. I choked on his seepage as I eyed the pictures he displayed. And I hated myself as he milked his last drops into me, because I was feeling like such a “good girl” at having gotten a guy off again. He was right; I was turning into a faggot.

When he finally let go of me, I called him a bastard for doing that in my mouth yet again, and went to the kitchen to spit in the sink and wipe my mouth. When I went back to the living room, he had his pants up and was surfing the TV again. I sat across from him and told him to tell me why he got me involved in all this crap.

The TV went off and he sat back.

“Well,” he said, “first, that was a great fucking head session, bro. You give better head than any chick. You really don’t know why?”

He was waiting for a response that I never gave.

“Remember when we were kids and I got you to suck on my cock? You just had to tell dad, huh.” I was puzzled, because I had never told dad or anyone, anything. “You know what he did to me for that? He got drunk with Uncle Gregg that night, and the two of them forced me to suck them both off to “teach me a lesson“. And that’s right, I was forced to swallow their cum, too. You did that to me you little asshole, so I did it to you, just better.”

I said, “You asshole, I never told anyone about that. If he knew it was because he caught us. Why in hell would I have embarrassed myself like that even back then?”

He called me a liar and it went back and forth for a while. After several minutes he started to realize I was telling the truth. I asked him how he could have done all this to me and never once through all those years did he ever ask me about it. He stopped having answers. Instead he got that arrogant big brother attitude and said, “Oh, well, it’s worked out for the best anyway.”

I fumed, “What do you mean? Look at what you’ve started.”

That damn smile was on his face again, and he said, “Yeah, look at what I’ve started. Let’s see; I got a thousand bucks from selling you to Brian, I got to fuck you in the face twice, and I just got my first private cocksucking from you and blew my wad down your throat again. Now I have myself my own little bitch to suck me dry whenever I want, and obviously you can’t say a thing about it. Damn, look at what I started now.”

I hated his take on it, and I demanded to know what he was going to do to straighten it out. And I also wanted to know what made him think that he was going to ever get me to do that for him again.

He replied that I had been in a very bitter mood when he first arrived, yet he had little problem in getting me to service him today, so it would only get easier in the future. I told him there was no chance in that and he decided to prove me wrong.

Tommy lunged for me, dragged me from the chair I was in and slammed me onto the floor. He straddled my chest like he did when we were kids when he wanted to make sure I knew the score.

“Look you little fuck, think about everything I’ve done to you so far. I have pictures of you getting your face fucked, Brian knows where you live and work, and I just proved I’ll get my dick sucked whenever I want. Face it; you’re his property, and my slave. You’re going to suck me off whenever I show up and if you want to fight about it, let’s go. You’re my personal little faggot now, so get use to it.”

I tried to decry his thoughts, but I had no ammunition. It was sinking in that he had blackmail evidence and the thing with Brian to hold over my head, so I quickly decided to try to appease him so as not to inflame an already bad situation. I told him I couldn’t just do him whenever he showed up at my place, but he pointed out there would be no point in fighting him. I decided to at least bargain my way out of the most disgusting part of blowing him.

“If I agree, will you at least stop doing it in my mouth?”

He grinned and said he would cum wherever and whenever he wanted. Then he informed me that he was going to prove it to me today. He wasn’t leaving until I sucked him dry again. I begged him to leave me alone, but he just laughed at me.

Deciding that I knew the situation now and was somewhat accepting it, he got off me. He grabbed the pictures off the couch, threw them at me, and told me they were my copies. He also told me that he expected me to have them tacked up beside my bed on the wall by the next time he came over to “use me”. I started to say I wouldn’t do that, but his face made me think better about it.

I tried to get away from the issue of sex, and went to get a bag of chips from the kitchen. He grabbed them from me and told me to get him another beer to wash them down. I couldn’t believe my feet started to move so quickly for him, but I got him a beer and grabbed a bag of popcorn for myself. We sat and watched the news together in complete silence. When it ended he casually asked me if I was ready for another load. I told him I wasn’t, and he went back to silence. I wondered what he was doing. Did he expect to stay here until I said yes? I shuddered knowing that now I had two horrible situations to deal with, and Brian had suddenly become the lesser problem.

About an hour later I asked him how long he was going to stay and his response was, “You know how long.” I wanted him gone and knew I had to make the move to get rid of him, so I finally said, “Then let’s get it over with then.”

“Fine with me, I was ready an hour ago.”

He just sat there with his arm over the back of the couch and was obviously waiting for me to get started. I was shaking out of my clothes as I got up to go over to him. I knelt by the couch and figured he’d open his pants for me, but all he said was, “Well?”

I positioned myself between his legs and reached for his belt. I felt like I was outside of my body looking down onto this sick scene. I was fumbling with his pants and trembling like crazy. I just knew that his thing was going to be to make me swallow his cum every time, especially after what he had told me about our dad and uncle. Okay, I had fantasized about giving guys head before, but I never wanted to swallow their sperm. I had even thought about what it would be like to have them cum in my mouth, but spitting would have been an immediate requirement. Now I was looking at learning to deal with this nastiest of all tasks every time he wanted me too do it for him.

As I yanked his underwear down, he was rather soft still and needed for me to get him hard. I looked up at him and his expression told me his limp prick was my problem to overcome. I started to jerk him off a little and got an immediate response. I was somewhat pleased with myself at being able to get him hard so quickly. Once again I felt like I was turning into the sissy he was calling me.

Watching him get so hard right before my eyes had me mesmerized on his erection. As weird as it was to be between my own brother’s legs, about to suck him off, it was even weirder how hard I felt myself getting. I thought back to the days before when I hadn’t known I was sucking off my own brother and remembered how horny he had gotten me. I had never imagined getting off without the use of a cunt or my own hand, yet he had made me do it twice. And they were the most powerful orgasms I had ever had in my life.

Thinking about all that, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. His cock felt so hot and hard that I forgot just who it was that I was about to service, and started my bobbing on him. It wasn’t long at all before he started to hold my head and hump away at me. I actually preferred the helping hands; I felt less of a faggot and more as a captive. At one point he noticed that one of my hands had gone to my own crotch and I was stroking myself. It was an involuntary action that I wasn’t really aware of myself. But when he noticed he started talking about how hard I had worked on the previous nights to get myself off. He told me that was when he knew for sure that I was queer. He admitted how he had been humored at my desperate need to get off and even more when I messed up my panties.

Being that I was feeling really horny myself at the moment, I didn’t seek to say a word to him. Instead I seemed to be savoring his taste as I rubbed myself through my pants. He was getting off on knowing how hard I was trying to work myself off again as I blew him. He called me his little cocksucker and told me it was okay to get off while I sucked him off, as long as I didn’t lose focus on what I was doing for him. But, he said I couldn’t pull my pants down, and that I had to satisfy myself with rubbing alone. So, I stopped trying to be nonchalant and really started rubbing myself hard as I allowed him to hump away at me. I even tried harder to enjoy the blowjob that he was forcing from me.

By the time I felt his legs growing tense, I was nearly ready to explode myself. I lost concentration on him and paid more attention to my own needs. That’s when I felt a hard slap across the top of my head and realized I had dropped his cock from my mouth. Despite knowing he was almost ready to cum himself, I grabbed for his prick again and slurped it back into my mouth. As he jammed my head over his erection, I stopped rubbing myself, placed my hands on his legs to control how deep he went into my mouth, and started making a humping motion of my own. As he took full control of my head, I worked feverishly to get myself off by my humping motion alone.

I barely noticed what he was doing with me, but was instead focused on the success I was achieving at getting myself off. It was only when I ran out of breath that I realized he was already cumming in my throat, but I was just starting to cum myself and shook uncontrollably as I felt my underwear filling with the mess I was making. I choked violently when I had absolutely no more breath, and his sperm spewed all over as I gasped for air. All he could do was laugh at the pathetic person I had become. He ripped my tee shirt over my head and used it to wipe himself off, pulled his pants back up, and told me to stand up. When I did, he grabbed me by my crotch and I felt him squishing my own cum around my now limp prick and balls. He asked me if I had cum and I nodded to him.

Tommy laughed at me again and said he’d see me the next time he needed more cocksucking skills. And then he left as quickly as he had come.

I shed my pants and walked to the bathroom to clean up the mess I had made of myself. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw the pictures he had left for me. A fear went through me when I thought about how mad he’d be if I didn’t obey his stupid little order, so I went to the kitchen, got some thumbtacks and headed to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and wondered where I should put them. I looked at what I was actually doing in them, started getting hard, and tacked them at a level where I could easily see them as I jacked off in bed. My only fear was if someone came to my apartment and saw them. I would simply die.

I went to bed early that night after thinking about those pictures right beside my bed. I found an undeniable need to jerk off while looking them.

After work the next day I remembered that I was expected at my daddy’s on Saturday night. I needed to get another pair of pink panties to replace the one’s I ruined. I headed back to the department store where I lifted the first pair, and looked around for any signs of security people. I eyed the ones I needed and decided that I would take at least a couple of pair this time. The coast was clear, so I grabbed what appeared to be three pair, stuffed them into my pants and headed for a side entrance. I got to the doors and wanted to die when I felt a huge hand grab the top of my shoulder. I was spun around to see a plainclothes security guy. He had appeared to be shopping when I saw him earlier, but now he had a badge attached to his lapel.

I tried to talk my way out of it, but he had a good grip on me and was walking me towards the center of the store. I wanted to die of embarrassment. I was led to an obscure little office that had to be unlocked. The guy told me to stand still and not move. He placed one hand on my shoulder and then slid his other hand into my pants and yanked a pair of panties out.

“Oh, how pretty. Pink! How many more you got in there?” And he reached into my pants again. He pulled out the other two pair and commented on my fetish for pretty things. I tried telling him that I was being forced to get them, but he inserted his hand again. He groped all around and I told him that he got them all. But I felt him run his hand under my underwear and grabbed my bare crotch in his huge hand. He looked sadistic as he fondled me and made a snide comment about my small size. I had no choice but to stand there and let him do it to me.

When he was done “searching me”, he asked for an explanation. I didn’t tell him everything, but he got the drift. He told me just what kind of embarrassment I was in for when I was arrested, waited in jail to make bail, and finally having to admit in open court what I had been caught stealing. I cringed in fear and begged him not to have me arrested. He looked at several of the monitors mounted on the walls, stared into my eyes and said, “There is a way to make me forget all about this. If you’re fast, that is.”

I asked what he had in mind. He sat on the edge of his desk, unzipped his pants, and told me I had about two minutes to give him amnesia. I asked him just what he wanted me to do. He chuckled a little and started zipping himself up. I saw my only way out of this horribly embarrassing mess slipping away, so I blurted out, “Okay, I’ll do it.” He looked at his watch and I dove for his zipper to beat his time limit. I figured that he might be thinking about a co-worker coming back, so I got his pants opened as fast as possible. His cock was huge in diameter, but not all that long. The mushroom head was bigger than any I’d ever seen.

I hesitated briefly as I looked at his cock, then bent forward and started licking at him. He told me I didn’t have time for foreplay and pushed on the back of my head. I took his suggestion and started bobbing my head up and down on him with my lips pursed as tight as possible. I worked him hard and fast, and even fondled his balls to hurry him up. My lips were stretched further than they had ever been because of his girth. He told me I was an excellent cocksucker and that I was doing a great job. He asked me if I swallowed and I shook my head. But I saw the panties sitting next to him on the desk, grabbed a pair, and handed them to him. The guard got my drift and said, “I guess you want your reward to go, huh?”

I started using my hand along with my mouth to get him off as fast as possible. It was working well, and it wasn’t long before he said he was cumming. I pulled away just before he covered his cock in the panties, and grunted to a finish. I could see the cotton panties instantly absorbing the fluids he was producing. When he was finished cumming, he wiped himself off and threw me the panties. I was told to get going, but as I turned to leave, he called me back. He threw the other two pair at me and told me that the next time I needed something like them to come back when he was working. I actually thanked him for the panties, stuffed them into my pocket and hurried out of the store.

All the way home I felt ill thinking about the fucking faggot I was turning into, all because of my brother. And what was worse was that the guys that I had sucked had all complimented me on my cocksucking skills. And as if I hadn’t been through enough lately, the next night was going to prove even more trying. Brian was going to have a party, and everyone would be cumming… in me.

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