This is a story involving sex between teenage brothers. It contains rough, dominating, humiliating sex between an Alpha and his bitch. It will include BDSM/FORCED/RAUNCH/ABUSE/CROSS DRESSING/and whatever other perversion strikes my fancy. If this offends you, don't read this! If this is illegal, don't read this! If this interests you, then read this!
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I had always looked up to/worshipped my older brother Troy. At 16, he was two years older than me. He was a junior and I was a freshman. And fuck was he hot! He was the total jock. Varsity football in the fall, wrestling in the winter, and track in the spring. He already stood 6'1" and weighed a good 180 of solid muscle. And boy was he cocky! He would strut around the halls at school like he owned them and bully the smaller, weaker guys. He was definitely an asshole! And the dude worked out all the time! We shared a big bedroom in the basement that had a mini gym in the corner with a weight bench and a bunch of free weights. I got to watch him work out all the time as well as spot him. He was usually shirtless and shoeless, wearing only basketball shorts. Fucking hot! I would always make sure to wear tight underwear to hide my hard-on as I would look down on his glistening chest while I spotted him, enjoying the sight of his bushy blond pits, his flat stomach which sported a tight six pack, his fuzzy treasure trail that led down to his big cock outlined by his shorts clinging to his jock. He was a God!
And I knew he had a big cock. Many times I would look down on him as he slept in the morning, his cock rock hard in his boxers. That fucker had to be at least 8 inches, and a fat one too. And sometimes, late at night, when I was pretending to sleep, I would watch Troy jerk off, often getting a glimpse or two of his meat and the big loads he shot.
And not only did I get to watch him, I got to smell him. That hot mix of teenage testosterone and sweat. Our bedroom smelled like a locker room all the time. Mom and dad pretty much avoided the basement all together. And he was a total slob. He always left his clothes, workout gear, and especially his jockstraps lying around all the time, which I would clean up. And that was fine by me!
I would get home at least an hour before my brother everyday and wank off my throbbing 14 year old cock to my brother's smelly workout clothes. I would take his shorts and place them over my head, positioning his ass crack sweat stains over my nose, breathing in his funky ass smell. More often than not, they would have skidmarks in them. I would slowly remove all my clothes as his funk filled my nostrils. Then I would take his jockstrap and breathe in his rank ball sweat smell, sometimes mixed with some stale piss. If I was lucky, there would be a stray pube or two, and I would rub them between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, relishing in their courseness. Then I would take his smooth shorts and rub my 4 inch cock in them until I shot my load. I would suck my cum out of them, imagining it was my brother's. Afterwards, I would put the evidence in the laundry.
So it all started when one day I was up to my usual routine, and my brother came home early, unbeknownst to me. I was deep into my jerking and didn't even hear him open the door.
"What the FUCK!?" I heard Troy yell, scaring the shit out of me. I pulled his jockstrap away from my nose, trying to hide it as I covered my hard cock with his shorts. "What kind of faggot ass shit are you doing?" He continued to yell as he approached my bed. "What the fuck are you doing with my shit?" He shouted as he grabbed his jockstrap and his shorts from me, revealing my hard little dick. "Are you some kind of a fucking queer Travis!?" He continued as he grabbed my arm and flung me to the floor, which was totally easy for my muscular bro as I was only 5'7" and 120 lbs. I worked out too and was starting to develop, but I was no match for him. He planted one of his size 12 sneakered feet between my shoulder blades, painfully pinning me down.
"Is this what you fucking do every day you little fag? You disgusting piece of shit! I should beat the fucking shit out of you!" He shouted as he kicked me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. "I gotta get the fuck out of here!" He said as he spit on my face. "You fucking faggot!" He screamed as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I lay there on the floor, trembling, bathed in sweat, fearing he would come back and really beat the shit out of me. But then I heard his car tear out of the driveway.
The next thing I knew, my cock was exploding beneath me into the carpet.