Once a week, he would tackle his younger fag brother, tie him up and gag him. He'd sling him over his shoulders, and take him down to his workout room in his basement. In his basement he had a special boxing bag where he'd taken out most of the cushion inside. He stuffs his brother in the bag, zips it back up, and then hangs the bag back up.
He goes to town on the punching bag. Nothing gets him quite as worked up as knowing he's punching that fag in there. He gets hard as he feels the muted "UMPH"s from inside the bag. After a half hour, he dumps the bag out on the floor. The fag is just a mess on the floor, aching all over. His older bro steps in front of his face and towers over him. With adrenaline and testosterone coursing through his body, he feels like a god and it's time to get worshipped. He drops his shorts, and his big, hard sweaty dick goes swinging. Sweat falls off of him on the queer.
"You know the drill, fag. Start down there at my feet and work your way up. I'm sweaty as hell, I know how much you love that homo - that's why I turned the heat up down here. Lick every bit of sweat off my body. Then my dick is going to use that throat as a punching bag, haha. Who's the best bro in the entire world you fucking cocksucker?"
"You... are... big... bro," the fag groans. His older bro's dick bobs and throbs up and down. He looks in the mirror and flexes his pumped up biceps as the queer lays at his feet. He bobs his dick up and down again. "Ok, get my toes in your mouth now fag, or I'll use you as a punching bag for real, no cushion."
"Yes... yes sir," the fag says weakly and puts his brother's big toe in his mouth and start sucking, tasting the salty sweat. Big bro is now full on flexing various parts of his body, so in love with his own image. He's a king.
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Big Bro's Punching Bag
Once a week, he would tackle his younger fag brother, tie him up and gag him. He'd sling him over his shoulders, and take him down to his workout room in his basement. In his basement he had a special boxing bag where he'd taken out most of the cushion inside. He stuffs his brother in the bag, zips it back up, and then hangs the bag back up.
He goes to town on the punching bag. Nothing gets him quite as worked up as knowing he's punching that fag in there. He gets hard as he feels the muted "UMPH"s from inside the bag. After a half hour, he dumps the bag out on the floor. The fag is just a mess on the floor, aching all over. His older bro steps in front of his face and towers over him. With adrenaline and testosterone coursing through his body, he feels like a god and it's time to get worshipped. He drops his shorts, and his big, hard sweaty dick goes swinging. Sweat falls off of him on the queer.
"You know the drill, fag. Start down there at my feet and work your way up. I'm sweaty as hell, I know how much you love that homo - that's why I turned the heat up down here. Lick every bit of sweat off my body. Then my dick is going to use that throat as a punching bag, haha. Who's the best bro in the entire world you fucking cocksucker?"
"You... are... big... bro," the fag groans. His older bro's dick bobs and throbs up and down. He looks in the mirror and flexes his pumped up biceps as the queer lays at his feet. He bobs his dick up and down again. "Ok, get my toes in your mouth now fag, or I'll use you as a punching bag for real, no cushion."
"Yes... yes sir," the fag says weakly and puts his brother's big toe in his mouth and start sucking, tasting the salty sweat. Big bro is now full on flexing various parts of his body, so in love with his own image. He's a king.