Ryan lay in his bed wide-awake. He knows what’s coming. He hears his brother outside, being dropped off by his friend. He’s drunk, probably high. The slurred speech as he tells his friend goodbye tips off Ryan. Then again, his big brother always comes home in the early morning hours of Saturday like this. He plays in a metal group, and when he’s had a good gig, he parties afterward, smoking pot and drinking before he comes home. When he gets in the house, Ryan knows what he’ll want next.
Ryan starts to sweat as he hears the front door shut. His eight-year-old body trembles as he hears his brother’s footsteps in the hall. They sleep in the basement while their mother sleeps upstairs. She never knows what goes on down here—what Ryan’s sixteen-year-old brother does to him. He has resigned himself to the fact that his brother will always do this, but he never knows if it’ll be quick, or if he will drag it out. Ryan crawls out of his bed and gets into position as his brother taught him. If he does that, he thinks, maybe he’ll be quick.
Ryan hears the door open. His brother’s boots are heavy on the steps. Moonlight shines in the three windows in the room, and the Ryan sees his brother, Austin, stepping in front of him. He switches on the light on the table between their beds. He stands there smirking at Ryan, his long, greasy hair, blond but lately dyed coal black, falls around his thin face. He’s dressed in a black leather jacket and matching gloves. He’s not wearing a shirt, and his bare chest glistens with sweat. He’s wearing tight, faded blue jeans, ripped in several places, and the legs are stuffed into black cowboy boots. Ryan can see his brother’s bulge pressing against the front. The smell of alcohol, pot, and tobacco radiate off him. Austin, stepping around Ryan, draws the curtains on all the windows and walks back in front of Ryan.
“You ready for our weekly fun, you little shit?” he says. Austin reaches down and grabs the back of Ryan’s hair. It hurts as he pulls it, and Ryan’s head, backward. “Remember, you tattle on me, and I’ll fuckin’ beat you. Got it?”
Ryan is silent, but he nods his head as best he can. Austin owns Ryan, and they both know it. Austin pulls Ryan by his hair onto the bed. Stretching Ryan’s arms behind him, he ties his wrists together with duct tape he had taken from one of the drawers in the nightstand. When he’s done, Ryan feels Austin’s gloved hands roam along his back, then his ass. Austin then lies on top of Ryan, and his rancid smell overwhelming him. He licks Ryan’s ears, one at a time, and then licks and bites his neck.
“I’m so horny,” Austin moans. “My dick is so hard, little boy. I need you bad tonight.”
Austin puts a gloved hand over Ryan’s mouth while he fingers the tiny asshole with the other. As his finger enters, Ryan let out a sound, which is muffled by his older brother’s hand, and he squeezes his eyes shut. It hurts a little, but Ryan used to it.
“Open your pussy, bitch, and let me in.”
Ryan bares down, and his older brother’s finger slips in easily. It takes him a minute of sliding in and out before the little boy’s ass belongs to his older brother. Austin gets off of his younger brother and flips him over. Ryan pants as he sees his brother standing there, rubbing his crotch before he opens the fly of his jeans and pulls out his seven-inch cock.
“Eat my fucker, you little cocksucker,” he orders.
He steps back, and Ryan gets down to the floor and kneels. Austin grabs his younger brother’s head and pushes his cock deep into his throat. Austin smiles as his younger brother gags.
“This is what you were born for,” he moans as he pushes Ryan’s head on and off his member.
Austin never lets Ryan do the sucking; his mouth is just a hole for him. Austin stuffs his cock down into his little brother’s throat, and he continues choking on it while getting air through his nostrils. It’s too big for him, but Austin doesn’t care and keeps fucking his brother’s face. Austin grunts and moans and Ryan knows he’ll be fucked, so he tries to get all the spit he can onto his older brother’s dick, as it is the only lube he will get.
When Austin’s finished with Ryan’s mouth, he pulls out and rubs his cock all over the little boy’s face. He feels the warm spit on his cheeks, and some of Austin’s pre-cum squirts on him. Austin then reaches for the duct tape and tears off three pieces. He fixes the duct tape over Ryan’s mouth and picks him up, putting him face down on the bed. Ryan starts to cry.
“You know, Ryan,” he tells me. “When you cry, it makes me hornier.”
Ryan can’t help it, and Austin knows that, too.
“Face down, ass up.”
Ryan pushes his face into the mattress, and he hears Austin drop his jeans.
“Time for you to get what’s coming to you.”
His gloved hands grab Ryan’s hips, and his brother’s cock starts to penetrate him. He wants to raise up, try to get away from him, but he just lays still. Austin’s cock pushes past Ryan’s sphincter and buries itself deep inside of him. He tries to cry out, but the tape keeps him from doing it.
“Hot damn, you little shit!” Austin almost screams. “I love your pussy, faggot. Damn! It’s so good.”
The cock burns and stretches as Austin callously fucks him. He’s crying harder. His brother’s meat hurts as it plows him, and he grunts with each thrust. The slap of brother’s balls against him is the only thing making noise in the room, except for the squeaks of the mattress. Austin stops a moment and grabs Ryan’s throat with a hand and squeezes.
In his ear, Ryan hear Austin’s raspy voice. “I love having you for a fuckhole. I love fucking you with my dick. This is all you’ll ever be good for, Ryan. You’ll always be my little cumdump.”
The words repulse him, but he can do nothing. Austin resumes his fucking motions, and his dick fills Ryan up. As he fucks, he licks Ryan’s face.
‘How much longer?’ I wonder to myself. ‘Please, just get off in me and leave me alone.’
As if in response to my silent musings, Austin stiffens. He squeezes my throat and says in my ear, “I’m cumming, fag. Gonna dump load in your cunt.”
His brother’s dick pulses in his ass and warm fluid starts to shoot inside. He feels the pulses of his teen cum filling his rectum, and he whimpers into the gag. To Ryan, it feels as if he is cumming in him forever. Finally, Austin pulls out, and Ryan feels the sperm flowing out of my hole, and run down his tiny nut sack.
“Good little faggot,” Austin says through his panting.
He wipes his semi-hard cock across the eight-year-old butt cheeks to spread his sperm all over them before he lies on his bed.
“You stay just like that, cumdump. I’ll want you in the morning too.”
Before long, his brother passes out. Ryan lies on his stomach and dozes off, knowing his wake-up call in a few hours will be feeling his brother’s cock in him again.