What...? What happened? You were staring at the wall, just before stairs. You looked around dreamily while you came to your senses. "Uggggghhhh" you said as you started realizing how bad your face hurt. What had happened exactly? You had come home and were about to go up to your room when all the sudden... black. Had someone been there? Was it... a fist? Had someone punched you in the face?
As you attempted to pick yourself off the ground, you moved to your stomach. You were startled as you looked up. At eye level you saw black sneakers. But not just any black sneakers. You knew those sneakers. In fact, just 24 hours ago you had buried your nose in the right shoe (your brother's right shoe always smelled better, you weren't sure why) and spanked your bare ass with the left while your brother was at football practice. You had licked and sucked the white parts of the sneaker, cleaning them like the piece of trash you were.
Your eyes made your way up to your brother's bulging calve and tight quads. He had squeezed you between those quads before as a joke - a painful joke. You had jacked off to that for months. Next you saw your brother cracking his knuckles. Yep, there was no doubt about it, that was the fist that came crashing into your face. Your own brother had punched you... hard. This wasn't good. Your eyes slowly crept up to your brother's face. His beautiful face. But wow, it looked angry. In fact, you had never seen that expression on your brother's face. It was a look of pure disgust. In spite of everything, your little dick jumped a bit in your pants.
"Hey little bro. I found my dirty socks and underwear under you pillow, you disgusting faggot. I think it's time we had a little talk."
Your jaw hit the floor (literally, in fact). You were shocked by everything your brother had just said. You didn't even know where to start but you tried to explain. "I-I'm sorry Daniel, I d-didn't me-" You had seen your big bro hawk massive loogies many, many times. In fact, you had stared at the ground longingly before, seeing the bubbling loogie. You were jealous that ground got to wear your brother's DNA. You wanted it. And now he had delivered it to you. As you were trying to explain yourself, you saw, almost in slow motion, your brother aggressively spit a massive loogie at you. You watched the spit swirl in the air before it splattered across your stupid, dumbfounded face. Now your fag clit was definitely hard.
The message was clear. There was no explanation, no way out of this. You were a faggot: a dirty faggot in love with your brother's smelly dick, balls, ass, and feet. And now that your brother knew it was time for your punishment. Your big bro took a step toward you, your face still covered in his spit, a dazed look on your face. He roughly took a hold of your hair, pulled your head up, and slapped a collar and leash around your neck. The leash was meant for the family dog but now there was a new animal in the family.
"Get on your hands and knees and crawl, loser. That's right, now follow behind me. We're going to the basement where we can get some one on one time."
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Big Bro Found Out
What...? What happened? You were staring at the wall, just before stairs. You looked around dreamily while you came to your senses. "Uggggghhhh" you said as you started realizing how bad your face hurt. What had happened exactly? You had come home and were about to go up to your room when all the sudden... black. Had someone been there? Was it... a fist? Had someone punched you in the face?
As you attempted to pick yourself off the ground, you moved to your stomach. You were startled as you looked up. At eye level you saw black sneakers. But not just any black sneakers. You knew those sneakers. In fact, just 24 hours ago you had buried your nose in the right shoe (your brother's right shoe always smelled better, you weren't sure why) and spanked your bare ass with the left while your brother was at football practice. You had licked and sucked the white parts of the sneaker, cleaning them like the piece of trash you were.
Your eyes made your way up to your brother's bulging calve and tight quads. He had squeezed you between those quads before as a joke - a painful joke. You had jacked off to that for months. Next you saw your brother cracking his knuckles. Yep, there was no doubt about it, that was the fist that came crashing into your face. Your own brother had punched you... hard. This wasn't good. Your eyes slowly crept up to your brother's face. His beautiful face. But wow, it looked angry. In fact, you had never seen that expression on your brother's face. It was a look of pure disgust. In spite of everything, your little dick jumped a bit in your pants.
"Hey little bro. I found my dirty socks and underwear under you pillow, you disgusting faggot. I think it's time we had a little talk."
Your jaw hit the floor (literally, in fact). You were shocked by everything your brother had just said. You didn't even know where to start but you tried to explain. "I-I'm sorry Daniel, I d-didn't me-" You had seen your big bro hawk massive loogies many, many times. In fact, you had stared at the ground longingly before, seeing the bubbling loogie. You were jealous that ground got to wear your brother's DNA. You wanted it. And now he had delivered it to you. As you were trying to explain yourself, you saw, almost in slow motion, your brother aggressively spit a massive loogie at you. You watched the spit swirl in the air before it splattered across your stupid, dumbfounded face. Now your fag clit was definitely hard.
The message was clear. There was no explanation, no way out of this. You were a faggot: a dirty faggot in love with your brother's smelly dick, balls, ass, and feet. And now that your brother knew it was time for your punishment. Your big bro took a step toward you, your face still covered in his spit, a dazed look on your face. He roughly took a hold of your hair, pulled your head up, and slapped a collar and leash around your neck. The leash was meant for the family dog but now there was a new animal in the family.
"Get on your hands and knees and crawl, loser. That's right, now follow behind me. We're going to the basement where we can get some one on one time."