Lamb to the slaughter
This story involves coercion and reluctance, but no non-consensual acts. All participants are above the age of consent. If you get the chance to try this at home: lucky you.
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I knock on Kyle's door – our `secret' knock. With some luck he will want to go out tonight, for a film perhaps, or just a drink even. Kyle is my best friend since we started Uni, a really nice guy ... if only he were gay too, things would be perfect.
The lad who opens the door isn't Kyle though ... a younger brother, surely, going by the similar light brown hair, almost black eyes, and slim build.
"Oh, erm, hi ... I was hoping to find Kyle here ..."
"He's not in," the lad replies."
"He should be back tomorrow morning," he also replies from the bed.
Not the same guy, obviously, but it might as well be, because they are exactly alike ... and I mean exactly exactly.
I've always had a thing for identical twins, the idea that they are in a way the same person I find very exciting. I'd love to have grown up with a twin brother – imagine having someone just like you around all the time ...
"Right ... I'll come back another time ..."
"Why don't you come in?" The lad has already grabbed a handful of my shirt and teases me into the room. "I'm Aron, he's Aidan ... We're Kyle's brothers."
"Yeah, I guessed. There is a resemblance ... I'm Oliver."
Despite the resemblance, there are more differences than similarities, I realise from close up. Kyle, like me, is a Beta male, gentle and unprepossessing. Aron is not ... Aron is not a Beta male in any way! His eyes burn with the untamed intensity of a predator. His posture, now leaning seemingly relaxed against the door, is that of a big cat eyeing up a prey ... and I've come to the conclusion that I am his prey!
As he's leaning against the door, though, he poses a casual challenge to get past him, if I want to try to get away.
"Are you Kyle's fuck buddy?" Aidan asks, lying back on the bed, a hand behind his head, the other inside his jeans: provocative, borderline obscene, frightening ...
"Bloody Hell! ... Eh, no! No, I am not. I am pretty sure Kyle isn't into guys ..."
"But you are ..." A statement, rather than a question, from behind me.
I turn to Aron, his shirt hanging open now, allowing a free view of his flat lean abdominal muscles. It is hard to tear my eyes away.
"Do you like what you see, Ollie?" Aidan asks, and when I turn to face him, he's topless, both arms behind his head to flex his shoulders. They work out, I am convinced, but their bodies haven't lost the slenderness of adolescence yet. Not that that means that they aren't stunningly beautiful.
"Oh bloody hell ... How old are you two?"
"Old enough!" coming from behind me again.
I swirl around to find Aron also shirtless, his fly open and his hand sensuously kneading his junk.
"Seventeen in March ..."
Aidan's jeans are now on the floor next to the bed, his long bare legs are spread wide to focus the attention on the indecently large bulge in his briefs.
"Do you like what you see?"
Why is it always the one I am not facing, who speaks?
When I turn back towards the door, Aron is just stepping out of his underwear. My mouth goes dry at the unobstructed view of his fat manhood dangling almost down to his knees!
"Oh ... Bloody Hell!"
He's absolutely fucking humongous, and my scared fascination at the size of his schlong must be written all over my face.
"You said that already! Now, answer us: do you like what you see?"
Aidan is on the bed, equally naked, equally hung, and equally gorgeous.
"Yes," I croak, and I have to lick my lips to get some moisture going. "Yes, I like it very much ..."
Aron sniggers as he pushes himself against my back. "That was more of a rhetorical question." He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his naked body. "Every guy to date has answered `yes' to it."
"And every girl ..."
"And every animal ..."
"Every animal?" I stammer, as his hands slide into my t-shirt and push it up over my head.
"Just one, really. Let's just say that they had to take him to the vet with internal injuries ..."
"... but he recovered fully and was back for more two weeks later!"
Do all identical twins have a tendency to complete each other's sentences?
Aron's fingers play with my pecs, rub along my 6-pack ... "You have a very nice body, Ollie-baby."
I am inordinately pleased with that, because I am proud of my body. His hand slides into my waistband and examines the wares on offer ... I am less proud of that. Not really small, perhaps, but less than average. He nuzzles my neck as his undoes the fly and lets my trousers fall to the floor.
"Ah! Fuck! That hurts!"
Not so much a gentle nibble at my earlobe as a threat to bite it off.
"Toughen up, Ollie! You are in for a long night ... and you are going to be sore in the morning."
Nude, I am pushed onto the bed, where Aidan manhandles me around until I am on hands and knees astride him, with my face at his crotch.
"Now, get your lips on my cock, bitch!"
There is not going to be any preliminary kissing and cuddling tonight, it seems. Obediently, I take one of his big balls in my mouth and suck, lick and run it around my tongue. I am handy with my lips, I know, one of life's natural suckers. Aidan groans happily and spreads his legs further to give me better access. His brother spits on my arse and slides a finger into me.
Thank God that he is opening me up first.
He's not the most patient lover, two fingers with some saliva are all I get before he lines up his tool and rams it home. The first thrust drives his head into my arse, the next half dozen hammer the entire length of his monster down my gut. The only reason why I don't scream is because the assault on my arse has forced his twin's cock deep into my throat.
"Fuck he's tight! He's like a virgin! Are you a virgin, cunt?"
The fat meat filling my mouth stops me from explaining that I am not – although I cannot deny that my sex-life has not been the busiest in human history.
"Breathe through your nose, whore, because I am not pulling out!"
I am trying, but it is hard to get air when you have almost a foot of thick shaft filling your gullet.
Despite the pain in my arse and the lack of oxygen, I am more excited than ever, though. The fact that two young men are pummelling my body, filling my orifices, taking me without any consideration for my feelings – or for my survival ... I cannot remember ever having felt aroused so much.
"You better not get hard, cunt!"
I am getting a stiffie, I realise, and it is rubbing against Aidan's face – or it was until he grabbed my balls and twisted them hard.
"I am not going to have a face full of whore-cum!"
He wrings my junk back and forth until any semblance of erection is gone ... then he twists some more, because the feeling of my agonised screams around his cock is apparently too good to miss out on, apparently.
Suddenly the door opens.
"Oh Christ! Guys?! Really?!" Kyle looks shocked. "I go out to get some Chinese, and when I come back 20 minutes later, you are fucking my best friend?! In MY bed?! I need to sleep in that bed tonight!"
"Don't worry, Bro. The whore is a pro ... he won't lose any spunk after we fill him up."
I could die from embarrassment here, but the twins don't seem to batter an eyelid at being found in bed with a guy.
"If you set the table, we won't be much longer."
Aron speeds up his thrusts, driving down harder and deeper, and forcing my nose further into his brother's pubes. A minute later they begin to shoot, synchronously, wave after wave of cum filling me from both ends.
"Fuck that was good," Aidan says, and Aron laughs and slaps me hard on the arse. "Clench, Bitch. I am going to pull out, and we don't want you to leak on Kyle's sheets."
I squeeze all I can as both fat cocks are pulled from my holes, roll over onto my side and try to hide in the folds of the duvet.
"I'll have a quick shower before we eat, I think. You coming, Aide? I'll wash your back if you promise to do mine ..."
Without a care, the two naked lads pat out into the corridor towards the communal bathroom. I, on the other hand, wish I was dead from the shame of being discovered.
"I'm sorry ..." I whisper in an attempt to restore some trust with my friend.
He sighs. "Don't ... It isn't your fault. You never stood a chance, Oliver ... They are predators, sex-pests ... For the past two years, they have fucked everything that moves ... and some things that don't ..."
He picks up my clothes and throws them onto the mattress next to me.
"Get dressed! It is best you leave, because if you are still here when they get back, they may be demanding seconds ..."
The cold night air seems to wake me from my daze. What the hell just happened? How the fuck did I let myself get into that situation? I sit on a bench, my head in my hands trying to figure out what to do, when my mobile pings.
`You busy tomorrow evening, cunt? Aron and I will be horny again by then.'
Oh, bloody hell!
Albemarle House,' my fingers begin to type, room 313.'
Oh, bloody bloody hell!
My thumb has already found Send' before my brain screams No!' Immediately my belly cramps with fear, and with excitement.
They'll have fucked me into an early grave before my next birthday, I suspect ...
THE END