Douche or the Beast Part II
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Friday, September 1st 2:45 am
Lance laid in his bed after Dalton left. He could feel his body as a whole complaining about their short but rough session. His ass being the biggest complainer of all. Even with the excessive lube, he still felt raw. Like the lube did nothing to help.
Lance laid there in bed thinking.
It was true that Dalton started hating his guts when the older boy hit puberty. However, shortly after Lance turned eighteen, he had the strangest encounter of his life.
Lance and Dalton had an argument at home in front of Dalton's latest prey. Dalton went off on the younger man calling him every demeaning gay slang word he could think of. This really pissed off the young lady that he was trying to score with.
Lance was pretty sure her name was Rebecca.
She argued with Dalton. She stated that she had a cousin that was into guys and she would never be with someone that would say such things to his own brother. Dalton's argument was that Lance was just a stepbrother and not related by blood. Lance sat on the couch watching the scene with interest as it unfolded.
Dalton's argument pissed her off even more. Apparently she had a stepsister that she loved and adored. The young lady believed that blood does not make you family.
After she finished yelling at him, she turned to Lance and apologized on Dalton's behalf before she stormed out.
Lance couldn't help but be smug and rub it in Dalton's face. The ass deserved it. What Lance heard next, he would never forget.
"You lost me pussy, queer. Now...you are going to make it up to me by getting me off." His stepbrother stated with a calm anger.
Lance remembered his jaw dropping. "What?" The teen must have misheard.
Dalton leapt from the chair he was standing near and rushed Lance on the couch.
"You are going to fucking suck my dick and then I am going to fuck you." He stated flatly.
"No fucking way I am doing that! You're my brother!" Lance argued and struggled against Dalton. Dalton shoved him on his back, pinning both hands above the teens head with just one of his larger hands. Dalton's free hand was busy unbuckling his belt.
"No, Dalton! You're my fucking brother!"
"Seems you need a reminder. My dad might claim you as his own, but we both know we are not brothers." Dalton hissed. Dalton continued on by pulling the younger's shorts down as far as he could. Lance was wearing athletic shorts that did not provide much resistance and today of all days, the teen had gone commando which did not go unnoticed by Dalton.
"Commando? Way to provide easy access, you slut!"
"Dal! Mom and dad would be pissed if they knew what you were doing!" Lance spat out in anger.
"You going to tell them?" Dalton asked with a smirk. Bastard. Lance thought.
"Stop!" Lance yelled out.
Dalton unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down a bit. His dick was already hard and tenting in his boxers. Dalton fished his cock out through the fly of his boxers. He did all this and also removed his shirt with using only one hand. Dalton scooted towards Lance's mouth. He still had Lance's hands pinned and he was now sitting on the teen's chest. The head of his dick just inches from the younger's mouth.
"Dalton st-" Lance started to protest again but was slapped by Dalton's open palm.
"Shut the fuck up." Dalton said.
Tears started to well up in Lance's eyes against his wishes from the sting of the slap.
"I've seen you looking at me. Perving on me when you think I am not paying attention. I've seen you checking me out when I am walking around with a towel. I know you look to watch my dick swing when I walk around in my underwear. You didn't think I would miss those gay ass looks did you? I've found your dildo and vibrator stash. How many times have you fucked yourself with them pretending it was me?" Dalton raised one eyebrow, leering down at Lance as he asked the question.
"I haven't-"
Dalton spit towards his face, making Lance stop midsentence. He flinched as the glob of fluid landed in his hair.
"Do not fucking lie to me, boy!" Dalton yelled at the top of his lungs.
Jesus. Lance remembered thinking about his psycho stepbrother.
"Lance, how many times have you fucked yourself with your gay toys, imagining it was me drilling you?" Dalton asked sweetly. He was smiling wickedly. "The truth this time, please. I swear to god, lie to me again and I won't give you a warning slap. I'll fucking deck you right on that pretty mouth of yours. I don't want to mess up your face, but I will." He warned.
"I...I honestly don't know. I've lost count." Lance barley whispered. He closed his eyes in shame, not wanting to look at Dalton.
"Look at me when you are talking to me. Open your eyes." Dalton demanded calmly.
Lance let out a whimper and slowly opened his eyes.
"Good boy. Now say your answer again. Louder this time so I can fuckin' hear you."
"I said I am unsure. I've lost count." Lance answered louder.
Lance watched Dalton smile even bigger.
"I fucking new it! When was the first time you fucked yourself thinking of me?" Dalton loosened his grip slightly on Lance's hands.
"I was sixteen."
Dalton let out a low moan. He was rubbing his already leaking cock on Lance's face. The younger man could feel him leaving a trail of precum on his cheek.
"How old were you the first time you grabbed your dick and jerked off thinking about me?" Dalton asked with amusement in his voice.
"I was fourteen." Lance answered honestly.
"Fourteen! You were fuckin', fourteen?!" Dalton's jaw dropped. "Fuck! You've wanted this cock a long time, haven't you?" Dalton slapped his cock head against Lance's cheek a couple times. He pulled his dick away. The precum stayed connected from Dalton's slit to Lance's cheek.
"Yes." Lance replied weakly.
"Lucky for you, I am about to give you what you want. I'll breed your little hole. Open up," Dalton ordered
Lance opened his mouth and accepted his dick as it entered his oral cavity.
Dalton let out moans as Lance sucked. Dalton released his hold of Lance's hands. He leaned back, placing his hand on the couch in between Lance's legs.
Even though his stepbrother was sitting on his chest, Dalton was using his legs to carry his weight instead of resting it all on Lance. This made it a little easier to suckle on Dalton, but the teen was still in an awkward position he did not like. \
But he did not complain. He just kept on sucking. Dalton, the younger learned, was a leaker. He kept tasting beads of precum that he immediately swallowed down.
"Yeah, baby boy. Just like that." Dalton cooed with encouragement. He used his other hand to grip Lance's hair.
Lance was going as far down as he could, but his angle prevented him from going more than four or five inches.
"Was your wait worth it?" Dalton's tone low.
"Mmm hmm." Lance hummed a response as he kept sucking. He gathered a bit more confidence and rubbed Dalton's muscular thighs. Lance focused on the head of Dalton's cock only. Sucking harder and licking the gland in slow, deliberate circles. He was applying as much pressure as he could as he swirled his tongue around.
"Fuck yes!" An approved moan came.
Lance continued to let his hands wander. He felt Dalton's back, his abs, his firm chest. He wanted this to last and feel everything that he could.
Dalton took his hand that he had been using for support and placed his index finger in front of Lance's mouth, next to his dick.
"Suck on this for a moment." He commanded.
Lance obeyed. He stopped sucking Dalton's prick and slurped and licked his index finger. Once the older was satisfied, he removed his hand and ordered to have his dick sucked again, which Lance didn't question.
Dalton moved the saliva covered digit to Lance's rear.
"Spread your legs, slut."
Lance followed this order as well. He spread his legs as far as his shorts would let him. Dalton moved his dripping finger to the younger's entrance. He found the opening on point. He rubbed up and down a few times which earned him a moan from his younger stepbrother.
Dalton applied pressure and was met with some resistance, but his finger pushed through. He sunk the digit in to the knuckle. Lance tensed up at the breach and moaned on Dalton's cock.
"Holy fuck, this is a tight hole. Are you going to let me have this ass?" Dalton asked. He pulled his finger back only to immediately shove it back in as far as it would go.
"Mmm hmm." Lance moaned in response.
"Whose ass is this?" Dalton asked.\
Lance stopped sucking only for a moment and answered around Dalton's cock, "Yours."
"Fuck yeah it is."
Lance let out a low moan as Dalton continued to finger him.
Dalton removed his finger which led Lance to whimper in disappointment as a response.
"Hold on, little man. We're not fuckin' done yet." Dalton stood up and completely removed his pants and boxers, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
"Lift your ass." Dalton said. Lance lifted his hips up and Dalton removed his shorts completely. Dalton reached into his own pants pocket. He pulled out a tiny packet of lubricant. Lance gave him a questioning look.
"Never know when you'll come across a dry cunt. Lube is important. I'm not a monster."
"Uh huh." Lance muttered.
"Hey!" Dalton chuckled slapping the teen's leg.
"Ouch! You fucker!" Lance complained.
Dalton kneeled in between Lance's legs. The older man spread the boy's legs apart completely since he did not have the shorts to restrict his movement. Dalton opened the tiny package of lube. He lubed himself up and used some for Lance's entrance. He fingered the lube inside his younger stepbrother, making Lance moan again.
"That's what I want to hear." Dalton chuckled smugly.
Lance looked up and saw that Dalton was looking down at him with a smirk.
"You're ready, baby boy." Dalton muttered. He positioned himself in the missionary position. He rubbed his cock along Lance's hole, teasing the young man's hole. Lance felt his hole quiver, ready to take his brother's cock. Lance instinctively tried wrapping his legs around Dalton's waist the best he could from his spot on the couch.
Dalton brought his head down to Lance's ear to speak quietly, "Here we go."
Dalton busted his ass hard on the couch that day for their first time. However, this was not the first time Lance had sex. He had a few sex partners before Dalton.
After their first time together, Dalton had gotten only meaner, rougher, and riskier.\
There were times Dalton would sneak into Lance's room at night to fuck the teen while their parents slept. There were times Dalton would fuck him, attempting to make Lance moan as loud as he could. The younger swore Dalton was trying to get them caught.
In recent weeks, Dalton would fuck him in the middle of the day while the rest of the family was home. Dalton would whisper to him, "Moan as loud as you want if you don't mind getting caught." Then proceed to fuck the ever living hell out of Lance.
Dalton was using Lance. He knew it but he still gave in to his older stepbrother. Lance needed to find a way to say no and stop letting Dalton doing whatever the hell he wanted with him. Lance always felt awful for letting the older man treat him this way.
Lance let out a sigh. He could feel cum leaking out of his rear. He needed to get cleaned up. He got up with a grunt and left his room. The rest of the house was dark. Lance made his way to the bathroom. When he arrived, he noticed the light was on...
"Please say that was left on by accident." Lance muttered, closing his eyes.
No such luck. The door opened.
"Shit." Lance breathed out.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here!" Brad let out a drunken smile. The man was in nothing but boxers.
"Hi Brad." Lance said exasperated.
"Hi, little buddy." Brad was wearing a big goofy smile.
"May I pass please?" Lance asked.
"Sure." Brad smiled. He stood to the side of the door to make room for Lance. Lance nodded and went to make his way to the washroom when Brad extended his arm, blocking his way.
"This seems familiar." Lance complained.
"Tell me something. Did Dalton fuck you good? It sounded like you loved it." Brad asked.
"What?! How...no! He told you?!" The teen gasped. Why the hell would he tell people about the two of them?
"Of course he told us. He might have been drunk, but he explained everything about you. We didn't believe him, but he said he'd prove it. And damn, did we hear the proof." Brad explained.
"Who is to say he didn't play a porn video?"
Brad used his free hand and slid it under Lance's boxer briefs waistband. His hand felt down Lance's ass checks and dug its way to his hole. Once Brad found it, he stuck two fingers inside.
Lance let out a moan, resting his head against Brad's shoulder.
"Oh yeah. This hole has been fucked to hell. I'd say he was telling the truth. It is a little weird that you let your stepbrother pound your ass, but who am I to judge?"
Lance didn't respond. Instead, he just listened to Brad's breathing as it became heavier. The two stood there for a few moments as Lance let the ape-man finger his hole.
"Mmm. I bet you dynamite in the sac." Brad moaned. "I'd love to...get to know you sometime. In the biblical sense of course." Brad purred.
The teen moved his hand to Brad's dick. He lightly palmed it. The semi-hard cock felt unnaturally thick.
"Yeah, boy. That is for you." The man moaned.
The way the man called him "boy" just like the way Dalton does did not go unnoticed by Lance.
Lance looked up as Brad removed his fingers from his ass and pulled his hand out of the younger's underwear. Lance removed his hand while Brad wiped his cummy fingers off on his boxers.
Brad gave a wink at the younger man.
"I am really drunk, but I'd love for us to hangout." Brad, again, smiled drunkenly.
"Um...okay." Lance gave him a weird look.
"Next time, stud, I get you." Brad gave another wink and slapped the teen's ass as he walked away.
Lance stood there confused.
"Why do I attract strange men?" He asked himself.
Lance eyes fluttered awake, the morning sun flooding in his room. Since his bedroom faced the east, the morning sun always greeted him.
The teen hopped out of bed and slid on some mesh shorts over his boxer briefs.
He passed his brother's room glaring at the door. It was only eight in the morning. He would be out until noon at least.
On his way to the kitchen he stopped dead in his tracks, snapping his head to the right. He heard snoring. He looked and saw Blake, Blaine, and Brad passed out in the living room.
Brad in his boxers, lying on one side of the large couch. Blaine was on the opposite side, still in his trunks. Blake was passed out in the recliner in his tee-shirt and shorts.
Lance, being in a good mood and feeling nice, decided he would make breakfast for these baboons. Lance quickly gathered materials to make eggs, pancakes, and bacon.
As Lance started cooking he was thinking about the boneheads in the other room. Actually, when his brother wasn't around, Blaine and Blake were decent guys. Lance had even hung out with Blake a couple of times without Dalton. Well, it was more Blake came over looking for Dalton and Lance hung out with him until Dalton showed up.
Then there was Brad. He only just met him yesterday. Lance was not sure what to make of him. Sure, the teen found him pretty attractive...well, very attractive...for an apeman. But Lance still wasn't sure about-
"Hey." A gravelly voice came.
Lance jumped at the sudden sound. He whirled around and saw Brad smiling at him.
"Hey." He said again.
""You scared me." Lance breathed out.
"Sorry." Brad took a seat at the island bar stool.
Lance went to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle and handed it to Brad.
"Thanks, man." Brad took the bottled happily.
"Here." Lance placed a plate in front of him with the pancakes, bacon, and eggs. "Condiments are in front of you." Lance turned back to the cooking food.
"Dude...you made breakfast?!" Excitement was evident in the older man's voice.
"Sure did." Lance replied.
His back still turned to Brad, Lance heard a crunch. Brad decided to start with the bacon it seemed.
"Mmm. Oh my god, marry me." Brad moaned out.
Lance let a chuckle. "You'd only be so lucky."
"Would you cook for me all the time?"
Lance shrugged. "Depends. If you'd put out, I'd cook for you." Lance joked.
"Be still my heart! I get laid and in return you cook for me. Goddamn that's perfect. Marry me, please!" Brad pleaded like a child asking for a toy.
Lance chuckled again and shook his head.
"So last night I was pretty drunk." Brad said out of nowhere.
"Yeah, I noticed." Lance scoffed.
"I want to apologize."
Lance was not prepared for that. "Apologize for what?"
"For touching you the way I did. I should not have done that so blatantly." Brad explained.
"S'okay." Lance simply shrugged he shoulders as he removed more finished pancakes from the skillet.
"No, it wasn't. I let hormones effect my actions while I was drunk. Not that is an excuse. I should have controlled myself better. But I remember everything and I meant what I said."
Lance turned around to look into a pair of light brown eyes.
"Pardon?" The teen raised his brow and looked at the older man cautiously.
"I meant what I said last night. I want us to have a bit of fun together sometime." Brad replied with a smirk.
"I thought you were straight?" Lance said aloud, more to himself.
"Lance, I fingered your sloppy hole in a hallway and let you feel my cock. Hetero guys aren't down with that." Brad laughed at his explanation.
"Are you gay?"
"Man or woman...it doesn't really matter to me. I can appreciate both forms." Brad shrugged.
"Right." Lance muttered and turned back to the food. "Well, I can safely say that only men hold my attention."
"Works for me. We should hang sometime."
"Dalton wouldn't like that. It would piss him off." Lance explained.
"Do you do everything you brother tells you to do?" Brad asked mimicking Lance's words from the night before.
Lance gave him a half-hearted glare. "I see what you did there. You think you're funny, huh?"
"I'm not funny, I'm hilarious." Brad replied sending the younger man a wink.
"Ha-ha."
"Anyways, I would think you would be all for pissing off Dalton."
Lance smiled at what Brad said. That would piss his brother off. Lance gets to take a tumble and Dalton gets annoyed in the process. It was a win-win.
"We can hang out. But I am not saying I will have sex with you." Lance was lying through his teeth. He knew he would not resist advances from this furry man.
Brad let out a low laugh.
"You know you will. Every time you look at me, your eyes are practically fucking me with their looks." Brad explained.
Lance placed a hand on his right hip. "You think I am that easy?! I have known you for less than twenty-four hours! No ass for you, my friend."
During their conversation, Brad had scarfed down the food. He took his plate and placed it in the sink. He then stood in front of Lance. Even though Lance was a eighteen and younger than Brad, Lance was taller by at least two inches.
Brad looked him in the eyes and said, "I don't think you're easy. I think you like the thrill of being pursued. I am more than willing to chase you down, boy."
"Guess we will see if you have what it takes to catch me." Lance smirked.
"When I do, you'll wish we didn't waste time with this little game and wish we got right down to it." Brad said confidently.
"Yeah, sure. Over confident, much?" Lance rolled his eyes. He pretended to be annoyed, but the younger man was enjoying the banter and playful flirting.
Brad's eyes shifted the teen's neck. Brad ran a finger along the area Dalton had bitten him. A hickey was the evidence left behind.
"I see Dalton left his mark on you." He said with a frown. Lance could swear he almost heard jealously in his voice.
The teen let out an annoyed sigh. "I told that bastard to not leave marks."
"When your parents notice, and trust me they'll notice this, just say that I did it. Your dad hates me already. Besides it is a matter of time before I actually do that myself."
"You are awfully cocky in thinking I will let you have your way with me." Lance said, shaking his head.
"Because you will. It's cute that you are playing hard to get though." He smiled.
"I can be stubborn." Lance gave a shrug.
"Fine by me. I'm persistent."
"Guess we will see who is more strong willed then." The teen chuckled and shook his head and a questioned surfaced that peaked his curiosity. "How do you know my dad?"
"He has stopped by the station before to see Dalton. Dalton, your dad, my dad, and I have gone out for drinks a few times just to shoot shit, too."
"Literally to shoot stuff or just to hangout and talk?" Lance asked. He couldn't be sure. Dalton and Brad were officers. They very well could have been at a firing range.
"Just to hang." Brad replied.
"Why doesn't my dad like you?"
"I'm not too sure. Just the vibe he sends." Brad shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe it is because you are so modest." Lance offered teasingly.
"That must be it." Brad chuckled and snapped his fingers.
Lance let out a chuckle himself. He produced his phone from where...Lance was not sure.
"What's your cell?" Brad asked opening his contact icon. Lance gave him the number as he placed the finished food on the island. Not before he snagged a piece for bacon and a pancake for himself. He rolled the pancake up like a fruit roll up and proceeded to eat it plain.
"You eat those dry?" Brad gave the boy a weird look.
"Sometimes I put jelly on them."
"Weirdo." Brad chuckled. Lance gave him a goofy smile.
Lance needed to get ready for the day. Before he left he said, "I need to get around. I have plans today. Would you wake up Thing One and Thing Two and let them know there is food, please?"
"I guess." Brad smiled. "I sent you a text saying that it was me."
"Cool. I'll see you later then."
"Count on it." Brad gave him a wink before Lance turned to leave.
He sure does like to wink a lot. Lance thought to himself, letting out a chuckle.
Side Note: I have mapped out what I have planned for the characters. How many installments there will be I still have not decided as of yet. The next part will be out in May 2018. Stay tuned folks.
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