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Slave Brother

MmB, anal, oral, scat, ws, ds, sad, inc
 A palimpsest based on a story by AJ Mister
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It all started near my fourteenth birthday. My dad had left us about three months prior, and my mom often worked double shifts at the restaurant. I was in my room with one of my favorite magazines and stroking my rock-hard cock when Trevor, my seven-year-old brother, came into my room without warning. When he saw me pumping my cock, he stopped, gasped and turned beet red. I quickly threw down the magazine and covered my now throbbing cock. I was pissed, as I was just about to shoot my load.

 

“You fucking faggot,” I yelled, “never come into my room without knocking!”

 

Then, this feeling of rage came over me with my aching desire to cum. God, he was an attractive sissy boy. I got up, grabbed him by the hair and forced him down to his knees.

 

“Now, faggot, it's time for my birthday present!”

 

I pushed my cock into his face and demanded that he suck me off. He tried very hard to push me away, so I backhanded him twice across the face.

 

“Faggot, suck me now, or I'll kick the shit out of you!”

 

He continued to struggle. When I reached down to grab the back of his head, to force my cock into his mouth, he grabbed my arm and bit me hard. I screamed in pain, and as I looked at the blood beginning to ooze out of my arm, I completely lost control. I grabbed him by the throat and forced him back up to his feet. I slammed him up against the wall and began to tear off his shirt. I stopped for a moment and looked at his smooth chest before I punched him hard in the stomach. He crumpled over and sank back down to his knees.

 

“Now, faggot, are you ready to suck my cock?”

 

He looked up at me with both sadness and disbelief in his eyes as he begged me to stop. I thrust my cock towards his lips. There was no more struggling. He had resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have my cock in his mouth. He opened his mouth, and I slid my cock past those pretty lips and deep into his mouth.

 

“Suck me slow, faggot. Make it last!”

 

I stood there and let him suck my cock. I began to savagely force my cock further in and until I could feel the back of his throat on the head of my cock.

 

“Hmm,” I thought, “No gagging. He can deep throat. Wow, what a bonus.”

 

I shoved my cock so deep into his mouth that his nose was touching my stomach and his throat was squeezing my cock just as if it was a cunt. I held him there not believing how deep I was inside his face. I told him to stick out his tongue and lick my balls since they were right up against his chin. To my delight, he did so without hesitation. I could not believe the sensation. How incredibly delightful it felt to have my cock deep in Trevor's mouth with his tongue licking my balls at the same time.

 

“That's it, faggot. Service me like the cock whore you are!”

 

I couldn't take it anymore. I was ready to explode, but not like this. If I spurted that deep down Trevor’s throat, the cumdump wouldn't be able to taste my cum. I pulled my cock back, just enough, so I could see the look on his face. I shot my load into his mouth and watched as he tasted every drop of my cum. Then I pinched his nose, and waited, with my cock still in his mouth, as he had to swallow every drop of my load. I looked into Trevor’s fearful eyes. I was entirely satisfied, not only for shooting my load but also for using Trevor like a cumdump. I pulled my cock out of him and stumbled back onto my bed. Without a word, Trevor got up and closed his shirt.

 

“Oh, no, cocksucker, I’m not done with you yet. My personal birthday party is just beginning.”

 

I was weak from cumming so hard. I knew it would take something extraordinary for me to get hard again. I told my brother to get down on his hands and knees. The look on his face was now one of dread and hatred, but he did what I commanded. I knelt down on the floor, turned around and rested my chest on the bed with my ass facing him.

 

“Now, faggot, crawl over here and give me my birthday rim job.”

 

Now, I've heard about rim jobs, but never experienced one, and now it was my seven-year-old brother that would be the first one to lick my asshole. I didn't shower that day and wasn't as clean as I should be. I couldn't care less. He was going to get me off by licking my hole, simple as that. I could hear him crawling over as he pleaded with me not to make him do it. In fact, he told me that he would do anything else I wanted, but please not that.

 

“You will do anything I want from now on!”

 

I told him I would show our mother his cocksucking skills. I told him to strip completely, and the cowering boy did. He got back down on his hands and knees, moved his face to my ass and started licking my ass cheeks.

 

“That's not a rim job, ass licker. I want you to lick all the way up and down my crack.”

 

He did, starting at the top and slowly licking all the way to my balls.

 

“Faster!”

 

He began licking me up and down my crack faster.

 

“Clean me good, faggot.”

 

Wow, I thought the blowjob was good. Trevor’s mouth was unbelievable. With his wet tongue cleaning my ass from top to bottom, it was not long before I was rock hard again.

 

“Now, faggot, stick your tongue as far up my asshole as you can.”

 

He stopped licking and began to fuck my hole with his tongue. I could feel his nose nestled in my ass crack.

 

“Now use one hand on my balls and one on my cock,” I demanded.

 

Trevor was rubbing my balls and stroking my cock while his tongue was in my asshole. Could life get any better? It took a long time for me to cum. I made the faggot lick my asshole for a good half hour. When I did finally shoot my wad, it went all over the side of my bed and dripped onto the floor. I made my cocksucking faggot brother lick it all up as I sat back and watched him. I was exhausted. I had just cum a lot — twice and could not get a hard-on again if I wanted to.

 

That evening ended with me setting the ground rules for Trevor of what I expected from him. He was going to be my cumdump. Nothing more than a fuckhole to use and abuse as I pleased, and he would do it, as the threat of telling our mother of his perversions was always there. I told him to stay undressed for the rest of the night as he made me dinner and tended to my every need. I turned in early and dreamt of the things I would do to him the next day and every day after that.

 

I woke up the next morning to my new alarm clock — Trevor’s mouth on my cock. That was one of his new duties, to wake me up with a blowjob every morning. Moreover, he did an outstanding job of it. He sucked me off much better than last night, and I loved the humiliated look on his face as he serviced me. When he finished the blowjob, he pleaded with me again not to continue this. Of course, that just pissed me off, so I grabbed him by the throat.

 

“Meet during lunch so we can have some fun!” I ordered.

 

And fun I had. We went to a secluded spot, forced him down to the floor, pulled down my jeans and underwear and sat on his face. I made the dirty faggot eat out my asshole — nothing better than a ham sandwich and a rim job as I ate my lunch. He was getting very good at licking ass.

 

Time was getting short, so I turned around and jerked off as I sat on his chest. I shot a massive load of hot sticky cum all over Trevor's pretty face. I told him he couldn't wipe it off until I got home after school.

 

What a beautiful sight when I arrived home. Trevor’s pretty face with dried, crusty cum sticking to it. He begged me to let him wash it off. I allowed him to clean it off after he rode my cock for an hour as I laid back and watched TV.

 

Trevor became my sex slave. I used every part of his body as my personal amusement park. I humiliated him and made him get me off in the most perverted and degrading ways for four years. During that period, I dated many girls, but only Trevor could get me off, as I wanted it.

 

At eighteen, I moved out of the house to another city to attend university. I had little contact with Trevor for four years. When I graduated, I moved back to my hometown. Trevor is fifteen now, and the five-foot, ninety-pound, sissy boy still looks fabulous. Of course, it was time for me to rekindle my “romance” with him.

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