“No way. Leave me alone.” I was on the verge of tears, this was so sick.
“Servant, as you know, my father is a harsh and unforgiving man. If I were to tell him that you tried to seduce me, he would have you arrested and sent to prison for life. And you know he has that itchy trigger finger on the taser. Just saying you did not obey would have you writhing on the floor, begging for him to stop tasing you”
“James, you are crazy. Please, don’t do this to me.” I started to sob.
“Unzip my pants, servant. On your knees.” I looked at my brother with pleading, begging eyes.
“NO! NO! NO! Don’t do this to me.”
“I will not ask you again. I want you to get on your knees and on your own to unzip my pants, I want you on your own to take out my cock, and I want the best blow job you can give.”
He knew he had beaten me, the fear and the humiliation, all my self-respect gone. Fighting to locate in me some infinitesimal shred of courage, I searched and found that any courage in me had long evaporated. I dropped to my knees and knew at this moment that I was no longer a man.
I reached for his zipper, tears streaming down my face. I opened the fly on his boxers. He was already hard. I pulled out his cock that was leaking precum. I held it in my hands. It felt like hot steel. I reacted as if it were a nuclear missile aimed at my mouth. Radioactive. My whole body trembled.
I looked up again, my eyes filled with tears, a pleading look. My kid brother. His face was stone. And then, slowly, agonizingly slowly, he smiled broadly and ruffled my hair. It was not a gesture of love, but of conquest.
I licked the precum from the tip of my brother’s big penis. I swirled my tongue on the head. I was out of my body again, in another world, then hovering over the scene seeing two brothers playing together as children, laughing in the sprinklers, swimming in the pond. Two brothers who loved each other as best friends.
I know that I started sobbing, but my head was bobbing up and down, my little brother’s big dick getting deeper and deeper, the first time another person had ever touched his penis. Another person? Maybe I do not count. I am not really considered a human being anymore. I willed myself to feel nothing.
James pushed hard and I massaged his throbbing cock with my throat. I am an expert, I have talent. I am experienceed. I did not retch; I did not feel like vomiting. My soul was dead anyway, so it was easy to be a cocksucking machine that just turned on and did its job. My sole purpose on earth now was to make my kid brother cum.
James was skull fucking me, moaning loud, his legs trembling, his hips thrusting. My little brother I loved so much moaned. “Fuck, of fuck. Suck my big cock, bitch” he screamed. My kid brother just called me a bitch. Bitch! Stabbed me in the heart. I sucked harder. His cock was forcing its way down my throat, deep enough to cut off my breathing, but I could handle it, I am a talented cocksucker. He was thrusting so hard, his hips driving him forward, that I thought he would break my nose. Bam! Bam! Bam!
While our parents were singing out their prayers heartily in church, my brother was having his own transcendent religious experience: “Oh God! Oh Fuck! Oh My God!” he bellowed. His hot brotherly sperm erupted down my throat like a violent flow of boiling lava. “Don’t swallow yet. Don’t swallow.” Hard not to swallow when an eighteen-year-old horny guy is pumping your mouth with buckets of molten semen.
“Benjie, display for me. Show me my cum on your tongue. Fuck, I came in your mouth, down your fucking throat. Oh my God!” I swirled my brother’s sperm around and then stuck out my tongue, bubbly cum dripping down onto my chin and then my chest. It did not matter. Nothing mattered. My little brother told me to swallow, and I did. I even thanked him for giving me the honor of sucking his fraternal dick. I was vapor, nothing else.
“Benjie, this was so cool. I have dreamed about a hot stud sucking my cock and you did it, you gave me my dream. We have to do this again. You were so great.”
And we did. Once a day. Twice a day. Sometimes more.
James told my dad it was hard to wake up in the morning, could the servant wake him. Of course, my former father said yes. So I successfully woke up my little brother each day with a morning blow job. He would lazily swing his legs over the side of the bed and sit there, yawning, his woody nice and hard. Patient. He did not need to say a word. I would open his boxers, lick and suck and fondle and give him the great orgasm he desired. He would pat my head and go take a piss. I would return to the kitchen and continue making breakfast.
If I was back from “work” when he came home from school before mom and dad returned, I would be kneeling as he walked in.
He would stand in front of me and sweetly ruffle my hair. I would unzip him. I would pull out his cock. I would suck on his balls , swirl them in my mouth, and get him hard. I would lick the shaft, swallowing the copious precum that creamed down. I would tongue his peehole and that special spot on the underside while rolling and tugging on his well-trimmed balls with my fingers. No words needed to pass between us, but his excited moans let me know how turned on he was. Day after day, his dick met my mouth and throat, choking me on his slimy cum, reveling in my humiliation. My kid brother.
Weeks on, James became even more creative. “You can touch yourself, Benjie, and cum with me. Go ahead and stroke your big cock.” So implored my gay brother. He had to be kidding. My poor dick was shriveled, like a turtle hiding its head in its shell. Sucking your brother’s big penis, fondling his balls, waiting for him to explode his sperm in your mouth, the kid who always admired you as his big brother, was not exactly a source of sexual inspiration. My dick stayed flaccid. James laughed with sick glee “Big brother can’t get it up. Who ever heard of a faggot who can’t get hard?” And with a roar of triumph, he would shoot down my throat.
Then we descended further. As his hips started rocking, he would grab my head and fuck my face, moaning with pleasure. He would jam his finger in my ass, hoping to see me get hard. I would feel the electricity and chub up. “Damn, Benjie, your pussy is so tight, it must be hungering for your kid brother’s cock. Ready for me to fuck your hot pussy?” He would chuckle and I would shudder in fear as I sucked harder, looking up with eyes filled with fear. He would just laugh cruelly at my panic as he fingered by prostate, making me squirm. My little brother had lost any sense of decency. But at least he never did fuck me.
Pulling my hair, announcing his pending orgasm with “Fuck yes, suck my cock you disgusting bitch cumslut,” he would blast down my throat, me always saving some for his proof of conquest that I would display for him. My little brother, the kid I protected and for whom I gave up my life, would tell me what a great a cocksucker I am, the best. He would tell me that calling me those names turned him on even more know (sorry, he would say, as if that made me feel better). Churning his cum in my mouth, feeling some bubbling out and down my chin, he nodded and I would swallow and thank my kid brother for once again giving me the honor of sucking his dick.