No doubt about it, Larson Conners was a handsome young man. He was a former Marine, recently returned from Afghanistan, and still in prime physical condition. His hard, lean-muscled body was smooth and tan. There was a fresh all American boy look about his face. While he was not tall, he was well proportioned and large where it counted. The cunts adored him. And Larson had a very high sexual drive. In fact, that was the problem that led to his current less than satisfactory position.
And what position was that? Larson was currently totally bare-assed naked on a bed, fucking a little boy while being filmed. Larson, who came from a pretty modest, religious family, did not appreciate the cameras catching every thrust of his ten and a half-inch lust-swollen dick. He did not appreciate the elegantly dressed middle-aged Asian-American sipping martinis while seated in an armchair very close to the fucking action. The man studied Larson’s fucking with an almost clinical detachment. Most of all, Larson did not appreciate the fact that the boy whose virginity he had taken a few moments before was his own little brother, Bryce.
How had Larson gotten himself into this predicament? Well, the man in the armchair was known as Mr. Black. Mr. Black had contacts all over the world, and his sources had captured Larson and some of his Marine buddies on camera having a little R and R. The R and R consisted of emptying their bloated sex-urgent Marine balls up the asses of several young Afghan boys. In one film clip, Larson and his pals had made the victim’s family watch. Of course, the incidents were known to very few—the victims who were violated, sometimes parents or siblings of the young people, the soldiers who had committed the crimes, and, in at least a few cases, the man who sold the footage to Mr. Black.
So, Mr. Black had his favorite negotiating tool, leverage. Larson did not want to go to prison. He would do almost anything to avoid going to jail. I might add that a handsome young ass like Larson’s would not go unviolated for long in a penitentiary. He might last two days before being turned into a dick bitch for some horse-hung black lifer. Add to which, Larson’s little brother loved his big brother so much that he would do anything, almost anything, to help him. Mr. Black negotiated. Would he be willing to give up his precious young virgin ass to his own brother to save his ass from prison?
“Why would you want us to do such a sick thing?” Larson had asked Mr. Black.
The sex-trafficker smiled as his dark eyes glistened.
“It’s revenge for what you did to those poor kids in Afghanistan. Tell me, Larson, why is it okay to fuck and torture innocent Afghan children, but outrageous and sick when I propose you empty your big Marine balls in the same way into a white boy? Let’s face it; there are double standards in the world.”
Larson had gotten all teary-eyed at that.
“I’m not proud of what we did. It was the war...the stress. We were so tightly wound up that we were half-crazy all the time, and the drugs didn’t help. We’d see our buddies get their limbs blown off in front of our eyes, and we developed such an intense hatred for everything over there that all we wanted to do was destroy.”
It was a nice touch that he trembled when he told this to Mr. Black. It gave Mr. Black a thick throbbing erection in the trousers of his ten thousand dollar suit.
“We did some terrible things, and none of us are proud of it, but terrible things were done to us as well.”
“And what about the boy in the film, the boy you and two buddies are ass and mouth fucking all at the same time while his older brother is made to watch. Had he done anything terrible to you? Was he the enemy?”
Larson stared at the floor and shook his handsome head. His hair was still clipped in a clean military cut.
“If you make this film for us, Larson, we’ll consider your obligation to society for your crimes fulfilled. The films will be destroyed, and you will be free to go on with your life. I believe you have a lovely sixteen-year-old fiancé, am I correct?”
Larson himself was still technically a teen. Larson thought and thought.
“Why does it have to be my little brother? He’s only...” his voice trailed off at the thought.
“Because the punishment fits the crime, and my clients will appreciate seeing a young, well-built, amazingly hung Marine shoving his fat fuck meat into the ass of his own little brother. It adds piquancy.”
And so, here we were, the big day of filming. Bryce had taken some time to convince. He was timid and still unexposed to sex. He had no idea that his brother’s long fat cock was considerably larger than any he would encounter on a daily basis. The boys, who would no doubt eventually fuck the little sissy boy in school, would be of a much more average dick size, seven and eight inches, and of course, that would not be for some time to come. And now, here he was, about to have to take the impressive length and terrifying girth of his own brother’s meaty dick into his tiny, bald, virgin boy-cunt to keep him from going to prison! It was quite touching. He had cried, Larson had cried, and Mr. Black had smiled.
He was a hot little faggot. No doubting it, if one liked youth in the first blossom of awakening, as opposed to some fully functional cock slut.
Of course, as part of the preliminaries, Mr. Black had carefully examined the merchandise. Both Larson and Bryce had been made to strip naked in front of him. It was the very first time Bryce had ever seen a real live dick in the flesh. Larson continued to cry and beg Mr. Black to reconsider. Mr. Black first examined the boy. He ran his fingers down across the boy’s flat little tummy after first plucking at his puffy young nipples.
He examined the soft, wonderfully shaped globes of the young boy’s ass. He ordered the boy to stand still while he spread his ass cheeks to scrutinize the tiny, hairless, pink asshole. Then after prodding and poking at the tight hairless asshole, to judge the firmness and flexibility of the virgin fuckhole, he slid his fingertip in the tight orifice. He was quite pleased.
Larson almost lost it at this, and he actually did need to be restrained. Mr. Black informed him there would be no more displays of recalcitrance. He had his cameramen take long close-ups of the boy from face to feet, including his virtuous rosebud. He then had the cameramen film Bryce’s face with his mouth open. Mr. Black wanted to get some good shots of his tongue since he would be Larson’s future ball and ass licker.
Next, he and the camera studied the handsome Marine. What a boy. What a body. Mr. Black felt the Marine’s muscular pecs. He pulled and twisted Larson’s meaty nipples until the kid winced and grimaced in pain. Mr. Black put his fingers on the young man’s full moist lips. He traced the lines of his nose and his cheekbones.
“The perfect killing machine,” he quipped.
Then he lifted the sizable heft of Larson’s pecker and scrotum and rolled the plum-sized balls.
“You must have been teased a lot in high school about your huge horse dick and baggage,” Mr. Black said.
Larson stepped back with revulsion, but a stern look from Mr. Black corrected that. The Marine stood there, having his male junk squeezed, pulled, and tugged.
“How many girls have you fucked, Larson?” Mr. Black asked, rubbing his finger over Larson’s piss hole.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, come on, take a guess. You started fucking cunt at what, twelve? You must have fucked hundreds of pussies, right?”
“Yeah, I guess...”
Larson’s voice was getting thick. His meat was thickening as well. He had never been touched that way by a man before. He had fucked boy ass in Afghanistan out of desperation, but he had never let the boys caress him. They would simply suck his dick, no hands, and then take it up the ass.
“How many bitches have you fucked pregnant?”
Larson looked confused, or was it ignominy?
“When was the first time you fucked a bitch pregnant?”
“I was in middle school.”
“How old was the little bitch?”
Mr. Black laughed and squeezed the fat fucker, which grew thicker.
“What a coincidence, Bryce is twelve, so he’s not too young for you.”
And thus, the fucking commenced. The first asshole penetration of Bryce by his brother had gone spectacularly. Mr. Black had made the couple make-out on the bed for a bit. He had Larson lick and suck his brother’s titty buds. He had had them tongue kiss deeply and swap spit. Bryce was terrified at first, but it was his brother, and that gave him some comfort.
Bryce did not take well at first to cocksucking. To any young boy, cocksucking can be a daunting task. The very smell and look of an erect cock can be off-putting. And if the pisshole pulses and leaks, as Larson’s did, it can be even more frightening. The camera lovingly captured the little pink tongue lapping at the bulbous leaking cockhead as Larson kept assuring his little brother that it was okay. That it was all right.
Any dude about to get his massive horny dick sucked by young cocksucker would say that, brother or no brother, right? Besides, there were boys and young men all over the world, getting their dicks sucked daily by their younger brothers. It was part of life. Still, Bryce was reluctant and had to be reminded that his older brother’s freedom was at stake.
“That a boy,” Mr. Black encouraged. “That’s a good cocksucker! Flick your little tongue back and forth over the pisshole. Scoop up some of that lovely juicy dick scum! That’s your brother’s dick scum, so it’s very special.
“How does that feel, Larson? Does that feel as good as a young Afghan tongue? Look at your brother go. He’s a natural-born cocksucker!
“Lick up and down the whole dick from the tip to the root. You’re one hot little cocksucker. You’re going to be so fucking popular with the boys at school. This is how to do it, you little queer, how to be popular at school. Just offer to suck the boys’ dicks. The more dicks you suck, the more popular you will become. Teachers too, beg to suck the teachers’ dicks, and you’ll get good grades. It’s not so bad, is it? Now put the head of the dick right into your mouth. Keep sucking. Use your tongue on the bottom of your brother’s Marine dick. Tongue on the bottom and lips sucking.
“All right, Larson, let’s see how much of your ten inches the little cunt can take into his mouth. Face fuck him. FACE FUCK THE LITTLE FAGGOT!”
Mr. Black didn’t ordinarily talk this way. He was much too sophisticated for that, but he knew that language was a powerful sexual tool of control, and thus, he had cultivated a variety of verbal styles to match sexual scenarios.
“GRAB HIS EARS AND SLAM THAT FUCKER INTO HIS FUCKED UP LITTLE KISSER!”
You see, Larson was now horny, and in this state, a Marine animal mentality took over. When Larson needed to fuck, he needed to fuck, and it didn’t much matter who or what he fucked! Mr. Black was counting on this.
It took a good eight minutes to get most of that enormous slimy dick down little Bryce’s throat. Both Mr. Black and Larson encouraged the boy to relax, but he was a bit uptight since this was his first face fucking. And this was just the start for the little fuckhole. After licking his older brother’s big fat salty ball bag, it was time for him to take dick in his virgin asshole.
Mr. Black allowed Larson to finger the little faggot for a few minutes to get it as loose as possible. Larson probed the tight, virgin asshole with first one, then two, and finally three fingers. The boy grunted more than screamed, since his voice was hoarse and nothing but a painful rasp, since his throat had still not recovered from his brother’s massive dick down it. Larson jammed two thumbs into Bryce’s rectum and spread his little brother’s asshole. Poor little Bryce threw his head from side to side in pain. He had no idea what was about to come.
“Great! Now get down there and fuck his cunt! Get that big fucker up his tiny little boy asshole!”
Larson couldn’t help himself. He was possessed. This was what fucking was all about. So many boys don’t want to suck dick and take it up the ass. Didn’t they want to have any fun at all? Larson remembered fucking boy ass in Afghanistan—the younger, the better. Those were the days. There is something magnificent about forcing sex on someone younger and smaller than you are! How Larson missed that.
As I said, the actual penetration was superb. Larson’s erect dick was truly magnificent. It could strike fear in any heart, male or female.
With his freshly licked spit-slick nuts swinging, he placed the bulbous dickhead at the entrance to the little rosebud and pushed. The ass lips strained and parted, making a kind of squishy sound. Larson grunted and pushed like a fuck animal in heat. The dick plowed in! The boy screamed bloody murder as a spray of blood squirted when his ass lips tore. His little boy cherry had been broken.
“Good...good, now fuck his ass all the way. I want to see those balls bouncing on his ass cheeks with ten and a half inches up the ass. Go for it, Larson. Too bad your Marine buddies aren’t here to ram the little sissy boy’s face while you do his boy-cunt. There’s nothing like Marines bonding over a young cumdump, right?”
There was no gentle easing in of the fuckmeat. Mr. Black urged Larson to fuck hard and deep.
“I don’t know if I can go any deeper; he’s pretty small.”
“Of course, you can go deeper. Do you want to go to prison instead? My clients want to see your balls slapping against his ass cheeks. Fuck that fucking faggot!”
Mr. Black had his own sizable dick out of his trousers now and was gently frigging it. The cameramen also had their hard dicks out and leaking. Mr. Black loved the look of Larson’s lean muscular body slamming cock into the young boy. He loved the way Larson’s ass globes tightened at each downward plunge. He loved the way the ass relaxed, and the crack opened a bit on each outward pull. He loved watching the cords tighten in Larson’s legs when he fucked, and he enjoyed the veins in the young man’s neck as he grimaced and tried to force more cock into his little brother.
Sad to say, the little fairy was not taking it well. He made a kind of choking sound and flung his little body like a rag doll each time the fuck meat rammed balls deep into his fuckhole. Mr. Black had Larson continue fucking his little brother in that manner for almost thirty minutes. Then he had the Marine pull out and then crawl over the body of his fucked out little brother.
“Shove your dick back in his mouth so he can taste his cunt juice and your dick slime.”
Larson fed his wailing little brother his fuck meat. Bryce’s eyes rolled in his head as he tasted his older brother’s filthy fucker.
“Now, Larson, squat over his head and spread your ass cheeks and sit down on his face! Bryce, make sure your tongue goes way up your brother’s ass.
“Get the camera in really close.
“Come on, ass licker, lick that ass. Tongue that shithole! Eat your own brother’s shithole!
“Bounce on the little fairy’s face, Larson; give him a taste of your sweaty ass. Can you fart, Larson? Come on! Give our clients a nice big Marine fart in your baby brother’s face!”
Larson squatted over the young boy, beating his own huge fucker wildly. Pre-fuck sprayed a subtle mist in the air, and the swinging, bouncing large scrotal sack hit the boy’s forehead. Larson’s eyes were closed as he strained and then delivered a nice loud wet fart right into his brother’s face. What a beautiful romantic introduction to the joys of sex for a young faggot in the making. And so it went. The film would be a tremendous hit.
After Larson fucked Bryson’s ass, Mr. Black had Larson shove his ass-dirty dick back in the boy’s mouth to clean it off. Larson had objected when he was told he had to shoot his load up his little brother’s ass. Mr. Black wanted the cum dumped right into the little faggot. Now that he had Larson on film fucking his own little brother he had all the leverage that he needed. They would both be working for him for a long time. After all, young Bryce had not yet been introduced to piss, shit, hot wax, and other delights.
And as the film series progressed, both he and his unsuspecting older brother would be introduced to the penises of some very well hung black men. Yes, young straight Marine Larson Conners was eventually going to lose his oral and anal virginity as well!
Part of the fun of making sequels is they can take time to be inventive. For example, in the second film, Larson’s erect penis was inserted into Bryce’s asshole, and the two of them were strapped together for the night. He was told that if he dared to cum in his little brother’s pussy, they would both be punished. The film used time-lapse photography to capture Larson’s terrible struggles to keep from dumping his load into his brother’s tight fuckhole. He begged, threatened and cajoled the young faggot into holding still so his dick would not be stimulated. His scrotum was lightly tickled with a feather so that his fuck meat remained erect.
In a later film in the series, a giant double-ended dildo was inserted into both Bryce and Larson’s ass at the same time. They knelt back-to-back fucking themselves on the dildo. While they did this, they each had to suck the thick, uncircumcised dick of a well-muscled black man.
In another film, Larson was forced to shit into his baby brother’s mouth.
Needless to say, the brothers not only got to know each other very well but also developed a special bond with each other. Larson even became jealous when Bryce was gang fucked by ten fat dicked Latinos. Mr. Black informed him that he would also be fucked by black men, Asians, and Middle Eastern men. In that way, he could play to the tastes of his worldwide audience.
Yes, Larson paid for his terrible crimes most unusually and appropriately. Poor Bryce became a pawn in the game of retribution played by Mr. Black.