Bully Fags

No Touching: Part 1

Big bro loves to tease his little fag bro. Comes into his room fresh from a workout. Takes off his shirt and the fag is instantly hypnotized. "Hey you pathetic fucking faggot," he says, exposing his armpits. The fag is hit in the face with his manly scent. Involuntarily the fag moans, overcome by his stud of a brother. "Watch me kiss these biceps bro... bet you wish you could get a kiss don't you?" The fag just drools in response. "Never going to happen loser. I'm never going to let you even touch these muscles. NEVER. What would you do if I let you lick this pit, homo? Would you cum in your pants. HOLY SHIT - are you coming in your pants just thinking about it?"

Indeed he was, the fag's mouth was agape, staring at those pits, those muscles, that face. Hearing your own brother even bring up licking his pits... it had sent you over edge.

"You're fucking pathetic. I'm gonna go fuck my girlfriend, loser. Have fun doing nothing on a Friday night except jacking your little clit off thinking about your superior older brother," he said with an evil smile before leaving the room.

Your brother loves to torment you. While he collects cash from fags online, he hogties you at his smelly, dirty feet, just out of reach from them. He does not allow you to lick and taste them, you just stare and smell. You have never touched his feet in any way and probably never will. Every once in a while, between cashrapes, he looks down at your pathetic face, silently begging him to allow you to taste his beautiful feet, and he just flexes his big bicep and then goes on cashraping. When he sees you squirming in your restraints he knows your little dick just squirted in your pants. You see a little smile on his proud face.

After months of obsessing over your brother and being his total slave - all while not even being allowed to touch him - you had finally moved on. And your brother had been leaving you alone. You had found a boyfriend at school, who you were currently making out with on your bed. Between moans and rubbing against each other, the other boy said, "I think I love you." That just intensified the moment, and your happiness. You were both exploring each other's mouth with your tongues and bodies with your hands. Then you heard your door open. You were shocked - you weren't expecting your parents home. Then you saw it was your brother. Fuck. He stormed in the room taking off his shirt in the process. Revealing his... amazing body. You started to feel that uncomfortable feeling again.

You looked at that the perfect body on your older brother right in front of you. "Ok, this has gone on long enough faggot. You don't love this queer - you're a dirty little fag who wants to worship his brother, isn't that right?" You just sat there speechless, listening to your brother reveal your dark secret to your boyfriend. Your boyfriend looked at you, "What's he talking about? Have you... have you done stuff with your brother?" You heard your brother laugh. "Hell no, he hasn't done stuff with me. That's never allowed. But he dreams about it. Even dating you now I guarantee you as he fucking kisses you or whatever he's imaging burying his face in my pits," he said smiling.

"What?" your boyfriend said. "Is this true?" he asked. You started to stammer out a response but you were a little distracted by your brother's naked torso. "N-no, no! I love you," you said, finally. Your boyfriend smiled a bit. "Haha, watch this," your brother said.He then stripped off his shorts revealing more of his amazing body clad only in underwear.

"This is what a real man looks like you fucking queers," he said, casually flexing. Now both of you fags were speechless as you looked at the godly body in front of you. You noticed your boyfriend's eyes were just as wide as yours were as you took in the impressive sight in front of you. "Admit it homo," he said, saying this to your boyfriend. "My brother doesn't hold a candle to me... how could you continue to date this fag after seeing this superiority?" he asked, flexing his bicep. "Um... I-," your boyfriend stuttered. "Be honest, you want to run your tongue over every inch of my body, don't you fag?" he asked. You both knew it was true. "No! I-I love your brother! We've been dating for a while now and I really love him!" he told your brother. Your brother was not impressed. He rolled his eyes and got closer to you both on your bed. He brought both his arms up exposing his incredible pits while also flexing his biceps and showing off his incredible abs. He kissed his biceps for good measure.

This was it, the irresistible pose. The pose that had ruined your life, causing complete devotion to your brother. As he lifted his arms, his scent hit both you and your boyfriend in the face. It was indescribable: pure perfection. You knew you were both ruined in that moment. You knew there was no going back. "Now what were you saying, homo?" he asked your boyfriend. He didn't respond at all, his mouth just opened dumbly taking in the sight in front of him. "That's what I thought," he said, laughing, amused at the sight of both of the fags in front of him hypnotized by his pits. Then your brother said something that shocked even you.

"Now, fag," he said, once again address your boyfriend. "I'm giving you a chance of a lifetime. I want you to end this little sham relationship. Break up with my brother right now and you can worship these pit," he said. Your jaw hit the floor. You couldn't believe his cruelty. He was going to ruin everything. The only thing in your life could be complete devotion to him even though you'd never be allowed to touch him. That's what got him off on it.

"O-okay," he said. You weren't even surprised. You would have done it too, of course. He was too perfect. Your brother smiled a bit and then grabbed your boyfriends head and turned it around until it was facing you. That was probably the only way to snap the fag out of looking right at his pits. You looked into your boyfriend's face, completely dumbstruck by what was happening. "Tell my brother that you're breaking up with him because my pits are more important." Your boyfriend said, almost in a trance, "I'm breaking up with you because your brother's pits are more important to me."

"Good fag," your brother said. "Now dig in." He grabbed your boyfriend by the hair and shoved him into his right pit. What happened next couldn't even really be described as worship but something beyond that. You watched your boyfriend huff your brother's pit first. He wanted to get every possible inch of stink. He said, "OH MY GOD!" into his pits in a complete frenzy. When he couldn't stand it anymore he took big licks of the hairy pit, making audible disgusting noises slurping alpha armpit. Your brother watched for a bit and then looked into your face smiling, proud of his work.

After a minute of watching your former boyfriend completely fag out on your brother's armpit, your brother took the fag by the hair and pulled him out of the pit momentarily. The fag's face was wet with sweat and his own spit. "Tell my brother how my pits taste and smell?" he said. "Describe the taste he will never taste himself," he said.

His boyfriend, his eyesight not breaking from the pit in front of him said, "It's the best thing I've ever tasted. I've smelled B.O. before but this is perfect. I feel like it's penetrating my brain. It's almost indescribable... it just smells like pure man," he said. Wow - so cruel. You would never, ever get to taste that. The effect was too much, you began bucking your hips back and forwards slightly on the bed as you felt an orgasm erupt. "Good job, fag," he said. "Now dig in to the other one," he said, and moved his face to the other. The fag couldn't believe his luck that there were two. He fagged out on the other, moaning into the pit, while my brother asked, "How does my workout taste, queer?" Your boyfriend came his pants as well to the delight of your brother.

After a couple minutes, he finally pulled the desperate fag out of his pit. The fag was crazy with lust, even post orgasm. Just when you thought this was all over, your brother had another surprise. "Now... fag," he said to your boyfriend. "If you thought you were in heaven already, wait for this," he said, smiling. He turned around and to both you and your ex-boyfriend's astonishment your brother dropped his underwear, displaying his perfect ass.

"Oh my god..." you both said in unison. "That's right, fags, have you seen a more perfect ass before?" he asked. You hadn't. "And it's still sweaty from my workout," he added. "Fag," once again he directed this to my ex-boyfriend. "Get out your phone right now and Venmo me $300 bucks, then get your face in my ass and lick," he said. Faster than lightning you saw your boyfriend whip out his phone, send $300, and then get on his knees and plant his face in that perfect ass. "Get you tongue in there, bitch," your brother said, checking the Venmo payment. He stared at you as he pushed your former boyfriends head into his ass. He moaned deep into your brothers ass and you saw him start to have his second orgasm. Seeing that, you of course had the same reaction.

"Fuck you fags are all exactly alike aren't you," he said. After a couple minutes, he pulled your ex-boyfriend out of his ass. "Now, I've had enough with you," he said. He grabbed him by the hair, pulled him up to his feet, and walked out the bedroom door with him. You heard him walk down stairs, open the door, and presumably throw him out of the door. "Fucking faggot," you heard him say as he walked back upstairs. He got in front of you again.

"How dare you get a little fag boyfriend, little bro," said your big bro flexing. "You thought you could escape this? You know I'm on the only man in your life," he said, totally satisfied with himself. You just whimpered. You were totally defeated. You just relapsed so hard. He was so perfect, you were a fool to think you could resist him.

"Now," your big bro said, looking at your pathetic body. "I want you to crawl behind me downstairs. I'm going to do a special second workout today just for you," he said. "I'm gonna stink up the basement with my pheromones, queer. And you're just going to kneel there and watch and describe in detail how you would worship each part of my body," he said. "We won't stop until you've cum yourself two more times," he said, wickedly.

"Who's your fucking god?" he asked, leaning over into your face so close you could feel his breath. "You are..." you said weakly. He just smiled his big pearly whites in front of you, completely happy to have ruined your life.