A gay story: Nana Ch. 02 Editor’s Note: This story contains elements of non-consensual sex and incest (sort of?), so please move along if that’s not for you. All characters are 18 or older! There will be more parts to this series as well.
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I shuck completely out of my jeans, sparing him a sick smile. “Done? Who said that?”
Nana closes in on himself and scoots further back on the bed. He’s attempting to reason with me now: “T-Taeha, listen, isn’t this enough–?”
I grab him by the calf and pull him towards the edge of the bed, and an aborted shriek escapes him at the sudden movement. The swell of his ass comes to rest against my stomach, and he tries to snap his knees closed to keep me from seeing. I rip them apart, but he’s quick to bring his hands like a clamshell over his obvious erection, as if that would prevent me from noticing it.
“Is it enough, Nana? You got this hard from throating my cock, wouldn’t it be cruel to just leave it alone? Look how wet you are already–”
“It’s not like that, you fucking asshole! I just–I…” He trails off, because there’s nothing he can really say.
I haven’t touched him at all, I haven’t given any coercive physical stimulation that would force an erection out of him. The plain and simple truth of it is: Nana likes to be treated this way. He gets off on the rough handling, the abuse of strength, and the cruel words. Apparently, he gets off on degradation so much, it’s even effective from me–someone he supposedly hates. He can’t exactly admit that though, and he’s under the assumption that I don’t already know it. I hike him up even further until he’s practically folded in half, and his legs fall over the broad shelf of my shoulders.
“Shit, stop–hah!” Nana’s plea is lost in a high-pitched gasp, as I spread the doughy mounds of his ass. As I’d thought, he took the liberty of preparing himself for his regularly scheduled liaison with Parker. His smooth, pink hole is pliant when I press on it with my thumb and a bit puffy. It’s a bit shiny from where he’d stretched himself out with lube. With one of the only two holes I’ve desperately wanted to fuck since puberty hit so close to me now, I start to lose my mind. I strap his back to my chest with an am around his middle and bury my face between his cheeks. He flinches hard against my chest, his legs going rigid over my shoulders.
I suck, bite, and tongue-fuck him like my life depends on it, and I’m not nice or gentle about any of it. Even if I wanted to be, I don’t have the ability to be kind now. Nana bites into the back of his wrist to keep his voice from bouncing around the room, gripping at my arm desperately with his other hand. His muffled cries have my dick actually pounding, almost to a point of pain. Pulling away, I stuff him with [not one, not two] three fingers, plunging them into his body until my knuckles come close to being swallowed up. He spasms hard against me, and his choked-off scream is sweeter than any symphony. Nana’s own cock is drooling now, and the sight of his pre-cum trickling upstream to settle in the dip of his throat makes me groan through my teeth.
He’s so, so easy.
I finger-fuck him at a rutheless pace until he’s actively sobbing and begging me to stop. He’s close, and he’s desperate to keep from cumming. If he cums from this, from me, it would be like a confirmation of sorts: he’s enough of a slut to get off from his step-brother’s fingers up his ass, without he or I laying a single hand on his dick. I grin to myself, desperate to see him humiliated. I shove into him harder, curling into where his prostate should be. His back arches involuntarily away from my chest, and he tugs weakly at my arm.
“Nngh! Stop, stop, please, I–!”
“Let it out, Nana, be a good boy for me. Go ahead, cum all over yourself like a good whore, you can do it.” I encourage him, laughing breathlessly.
It only takes a few more jabs at his prostate, and he can no longer contain it. He goes rigid in my arms. As his insides tighten and flutter around my fingers, I can imagine exactly how good it’s going to feel around my cock. His first orgasm is a near silent one, as he seems to have lost the breath to scream or make any sound at all. He flings his head back, choking on nothing, and proceeds to paint himself white. Pearly ropes of cum spray across his chest, neck, and face. It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I withdraw my damp fingers from his abused hole, and instinctively, his body begins to relax. Again, he’s mistakenly believed this to be over. I clamp my hands around his hips like vices and drop his lower body down my chest. He doesn’t make it to the mattress, however, as I line his stretched-out hole up with the angry head of my cock. This time, he does scream. I slide into him at a leisurely pace, as no matter how well prepped he might be, this is a toy I simply can’t risk breaking. Not physically, at least. I bottom out before he has a chance to ground himself, and his little body has again gone tense. He’s trembling and arched against the intrusion. From what I can glimpse of his face, his eyes are wide and wet. His mouth is dropped around a soundless sob.
When he does reclaim the ability to speak, it’s all nonsensical pleas: “Wait, wait, please! Take it out, nngh! ‘s…too big, Taeha, fuck! I can’t, please, it’s–!”
“You sure, Nana? Look, you’re dripping again.”
Sure enough, simply filling him up once with cock had refilled his own dick. “Fuck, I knew you were a cockslut, but even I’m a little surprised.” I laugh. “Do you like your baby brother’s cock that much?”
Nana flinches at the endearment. Glaring, he viciously refutes: “You’re not my fucking brother.”
“You’re right, I’m not. That ship has long sailed, and I have absolutely no desire to play brothers with you anymore. Now, I want you to behave and be my little cocksleeve. You can do that, right? You can barely fucking control yourself as it is, isn’t this a good solution? You don’t even have to leave the house for cock anymore, I’ll feed you as much as you want.” I punctuate my words with a short, sharp thrust, and his eyes roll back at the pressure applied to his prostate.
Our first affair went on for nearly four hours. I set an alarm on my phone for eleven, as our parents would be returning anytime after that. I utilized every single minute of that time, and even I was surprised by my own voracity. I came five separate times, and it took me longer and longer to reach orgasm after each one; my rebound time was less than three minutes, however. I filled up his guts with what must’ve been buckets of my seed by the end of it. I fucked him in every possible position I could think of. I had his chest sliding across the sheets as I slammed into him from behind, propping him up like a limp doll by his hips.
I made him ride me, standard position and reverse cowgirl. I even deliberately made him pass out more than once by clamping a bicep around his throat in a chokehold or squeezing the sides in the vee of my hand. I continued to fuck him until he woke again. I left imprints of my teeth on his shoulders, his nipples, the back of his neck, and his thighs. If he was smart and bold enough, he’d go straight to the hospital for a kit, because I’d left plenty of evidence of an animalistic fucking.
At some point, I decided I wanted some honesty from him. He’s in my lap, his back to my chest and his legs slung over my elbows as I drive my cock upwards into his tight, clenching heat. He’s crying, babbling, on the verge of cumming again. I reach around and pinch his cock off in a punishing cinch, but the quick, hard slap of my heavy balls against his ass doesn’t cease. Nana whimpers raggedly and flings his head back against my shoulder. He claws at the tight grip I’ve got on his dick.
In his ear, I murmur: “Not this time, not without permission.”
“You fucki–nngh! Ah! Let go, fuck!” He cries.
“Ask me sweetly, like a good cocksleeve. Beg for it, whore. Say, ‘please let me cum, baby brother.'” I grinned against the back of his ear. I knew it would completely shatter his pride. It would humiliate him like nothing else to have to beg me for an orgasm, addressing me as his ‘little brother’ to boot.
He held out for an impressively long time, almost two full minutes, but the pressure building in his balls and belly must’ve been too excruciating to bear. He’s twitching wildly in my lap, practically weeping. In a cracked, breathless voice, he sobs: “Please l-let me cum…”
I pinch the purpling head of his dick harder, and he cries out sharply.
“Please let me cum, baby brother! Fuck, please!”
When I finally release him, the explosion of cum from the tip of his swollen dick is explosive and instantaneous. He cums so violently, his insides squeeze down on my cock like it’s about to be snapped in half. I can’t even pull out, and he unwittingly milks another orgasm from me too. I crush him to my chest and pant words of cruel praise against the side of his face as I pump him so full to the point of distending his flat stomach, not that he can hear me. He briefly lost consciousness again from the force of it.
In another instance, while he’s on his back, I tell him to open his mouth. He refuses, whipping his face away. I snatch his jaw back and dig my fingers into his soft, damp cheeks. “Open up or I’ll break your jaw.”
His mouth hesitantly wobbles open, and I drop my head. I string a large, hot bubble of saliva into his mouth. “Swallow it, and say ‘thank you’ like a good big brother.”
His eyes burn pretty with tears, hatred, and misery. He dutifully swallows down my glob of spit, whispering: “thank you…”
By the time my alarm went off, Nana was deeply asleep. He could no longer stay awake through my brutal, continuous wreckage of his body. That suited me just fine, as our coupling was by no means a quiet one and our parents would be traipsing through the front door at any minute. For a number of reasons, I clean up the scene. Primarily, we both had cum so many times, it would be impossible to miss should either of our parents come in the room. I quickly scrub myself down in the adjoining bathroom before drawing up a warm, shallow bath for Nana. I carry his limp, bruised body into the bathroom, depositing him carefully in the water. He’s out fuckin’ cold, doesn’t so much as twitch an eyelid.
I leave him there only for the time it takes to change his bedding and deposit it in the washing machine. Nana’s generally a type-A person who keeps his space clean, so he washes his sheets at least once a week. It wouldn’t seem strange to our parents for his bedding to be in the washer. With a damp rag, I cleaned up any stray splashes of cum that had landed on his headboard, nightstand, and the wall next to his bed. Jesus Christ, it’s like cleaning up after a murder, I think wryly. Once his bed is dressed up with clean linens, I return to where I’d left him in the bath. He hadn’t moved a muscle, slumped against the back of the tub and breathing deeply.
I take a good, long look at my work, and once again, there’s not the slightest sliver of guilt in my chest. Shockingly, I can actually feel my cock trying to fill out again as I take in the mottling of bruises, bites, hickeys, and handprints I’d left all over him. He looks fucking delicious like this, all bruised up. My earlier assumption had certainly been proven correct. While he still maintained that facade of resistance, he can’t hide how much he loves that sort of rough, demeaning treatment. He’d cum more times than I could count, until there was nothing left in him. He had just as many dry orgasms, and he’d cum from his ass alone many times.
He’s the perfect cockslut, and I don’t share.
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The following day, a Sunday, Nana didn’t leave his room. He told his mother he was sick, and she left him be other than carrying him food and drinks occasionally.
I, on the other hand, felt like a million fuckin’ bucks. I’ve never felt so invigorated in all my life. Things were finally as I wanted them to be between Nana and I, and no matter what sort of stunts he tried to pull, I won’t let him go. In fact, as good as I fucked him, he might not even attempt to extricate himself from my clutches at all. No one will be able to measure up to my strength, stamina, cock-size, and the insatiable lust I carry around in my gut for him. No one will be able to fuck him the way I can fuck him, and if he doesn’t already know that, I’ll be happy to remind him as often as possible.