This has been sitting in my drafts for at least a year. It's a bit unfinished, wanted to do more with it, but it's complete enough with some additions I made today. Enjoy!
POV: You're an 18 year old fag and your 21 year old brother just informed you you will now regularly take the night shift at one of your three jobs on Wednesday night. This means that you will have virtually no time for sleep Wednesday night.
You're already $2,000 in debt from some credit cards he opened in your name. You work 80 hours a week already across 3 jobs. He informs you that he still expects your regularly daily chores to be completed on Wednesday and Thursday. That means you will have to rush home from the night shift at 5am to complete your chores before your next job at 9am. He also says he expects his breakfast to be ready at the normal time Thursday morning. You get a nice whiff of foot stink from the jock foot inches away from your face, you feel your tiny fag clit move a bit in your cock cage.
You had come out to your brother shortly after turning 18. School had ended and he was staying at the house for the summer. You finally got up the courage to tell him you were gay. He looked at you in disgust, and said, "Get the hell out of my room, fag. You're no longer my brother. I fucking hate you, queer." He might as well have punched you in the stomach (well, he would but that would come later). You couldn't believe it, you went into your room and started crying. But an hour later, you were already hard thinking about it.
Sometimes, when your brother gets frustrated - maybe he lost some of the money you earned him on a bad bet - he will use you like a human stress ball to take his anger out on. You know your brother will never love you so any attention he shows you, you adore.
After informing you of the new hours you will be working, your big brother brought his foot into your face, putting your nose in between his big toe and his next toe. What an honor to get to smell your brother's feet this close. This was a rare treat for a faggot brother.
After week 1 of enslavement, your brother noticed a problem: you had to be fed. This was an issue because it was money out of his pocket to spend on you. At first he went with feeding you scraps of the food you made him but it usually wasn't enough - he could your stomach growl and you were constantly hungry. This was also an issue because he did need you strong - after all you were working all day long at your jobs and your chores. Also, your brother didn't like that you were getting good food. Your brother's mission was to make your life as miserable as possible - getting joy out of eating shouldn't be part of your life.
The solution was 'fag slop'. Your brother researched the cheapest way to get make a nutritious meal. He bough oatmeal in bulk and cheap protein power and nutritional mixes for vitamins. It was all the nutrients you would need to work as his slave all day but none of the enjoyment of food. Fag slop was completely bland - not even bad tasting, just hardly any taste at all. It was like eating nothing but it did give you a feeling of fullness. There was no seasoning, just tasteless oatmeal and tasteless nutritional powders. It was another thing ripped from you as part of your brother's plan to complete your destruction.
You were responsible for making it - you made an entire weeks worth at a time on Sunday. Always made the exact same way with the exact same proportions. You made a big tub of it and put it in the refrigerator. Then when it was time to eat you spooned it into your dog bowl. Just cold fag slop for the fag. You brought that into the cage you lived in and ate it by diving your head into the bowl and eating it like a dog. You were not allowed to use your hands, your brother could always watch you on the cameras and if he caught you, you were punished severely. Sometimes if your brother was home while you were eating, after you got the slop in the dog bowl he would grab it from the counter and piss in it. On those days there actually was flavor - a straight piss flavor that you had come to deeply enjoy. You would thank your master and greedily eat the disgusting mixture. Since becoming a slave this is all you had eaten. This and whatever else you were demanded to lick up.
Meanwhile, in the sixth months you had been your brother's slave, you had become a master chef for him. He demanded perfection for his meals and anything slightly wrong would result in severe punishment to you. In truth, you quickly became a very skilled chef in the kitchen. But you would never get to enjoy your the meals you cooked. While you brother ate the meals you prepared him at the table, you were lapping away at your fag slop under the table.
A month in to being caged 24/7 you began feeling the fully consuming thoughts that you had to get off. As you finished your days work your mind was still racing in an attempt to get you off from just thoughts alone. All day your little nub in your cage had been trying to break free from its prison - but of course, it couldn't. Cleaning your brother's bathroom that night was unbearable... it gave you so many dirty thoughts but you knew you couldn't orgasm. You actually weren't even sure you could orgasm hands free but your brother had made it clear that you were not allowed to orgasm without his permission. And you weren't sure he would ever get it, perhaps just torture you in a state of perpetual horniness for the rest of your miserable life.
You finished your chores and were getting ready for a night's sleep in your cage in your brother's closet. You had basically gotten use to sleeping like a dog by then. Your nub was still painful in the cage as you tried to doze off but all you could think about was the dirtiest thoughts as your brain tried to reach orgasm. You knew you couldn't even attempt to touch yourself - there were cameras in the closet to ensure you didn't misbehave. Touching yourself would get an incredibly harsh punishment - you had been assured that. Your brother's sadism was limitless so you didn't even want to think about what a betrayal of his authority of that magnitude would produce.
You were absolutely exhausted as you usually were at the end of the day. 12 hours spent working at your job and basically the rest of your day was spent cooking, cleaning, and waiting on your big brother's every whim. A typical day in the life of a pathetic faggot. Even through your exhaustion, you couldn't get to sleep because your brain was saying "CUM, CUM, CUM". Of course, in your highly aroused state, most of your thoughts were about your brother. Your brother dominating you, owning you, his beautiful body, his complete authority over you. You were squirming around in your cage at this point.
Your brother happened to be watching you on his phone as he watched a movie in the other room. He smirked as he watched you suffering, tortured by your aroused state. He went into his room, pulled down his shorts, and then took off his underwear. It was dirty from the day and a particularly hard gym session. He then rubbed the underwear around his junk and up his crack. He took a whiff, satisfied with the scent, and then opened the closet. He looked in, saw you, his pathetic excuse for a brother laying in your cage, struggling with your horniness, and he opened the door to the cage. He took your hands and handcuffed each to the side of the cage. "Can't have you touching that little clit, queer," he said. Then he took his underwear and threw it on your face.
Your brain exploded with the new stimuli. Your little clit almost did too. In your highly aroused state, without having ejaculated in a month, the smell was unreal. You couldn't help yourself, you took big whiffs. You could smell everything - his cock, ass, sweat, a bit of piss. It was all magnified a hundred times. You involuntarily started moaning, you were so close to orgasm. Your body started shaking, rattling the cage. Oh god... it was the best thing you had ever smelled in your life. You had smelled your brother before, smelled his underwear even but this... was heaven.
The underwear didn't completely cover your eyes and you could see your big brother standing over you. He had a huge smile on his face, totally satisfied by your torture. His cruelty constantly surprised you and drove you crazy. His arrogance, the joy he felt completely owning you and making your life as difficult as possible - it was all overwhelming. He was perfect, he was a god. All these thought were swimming in your head as it took all your will not to have a hands free orgasm right in front of him. Your moans had turn into pathetic whines, like a puppy. You were still rattling the cage with full body shakes, your body covered in sweat. You just stared at your brother with pleading eyes - would he let you cum... PLEASE! "Please sir," you squeaked out, pathetically. "Please, what?" your brother said, smiling. "Please, sir... allow me to cum, PLEASE sir," you begged.
Your brother wet his lips, stood there for a moment, and then his face got very serious. He leaned down to the top of his cage. "If you cum, I will stomp on your balls so hard they will be useless, you fucking faggot," he said. You couldn't believe it, but the thought of your brother crushing your balls with his foot was not helping your predicament and you put even more strength into trying not to let cum escape your balls. He then said, "I will then destroy your face with these big fists." He put the fist right above the underwear on your face to show he meant it. Oh fuck, fuck, so hard not to cum thinking about the power behind those fists. Your brother then stood back up, enjoying the new terrifying thoughts going through your mind, and he spit down a long strand of spit that landed right on your forehead. Again, that wasn't helping, as your body started straining and shaking even harder. Your head started spinning as you started to get a bit nauseous. Your little clit was now actively trying to burst out of your cage.
"Good night, faggot," he said as he shut the closet door leaving you in darkness. A extremely horny pit of darkness. It wasn't getting easier. You were finding new depths of smell in your brother's dirty underwear. You had smelled his underwear plenty of times - particularly before you were out of the closet and you sneaked into his room and dove into his laundry. You had never smelled it like this before. This was... beyond. Now in total darkness, without any visual stimulus, the smell became even greater. This was, pure, unadulterated torture. Your pathetic whine intensified, the shaking not stopping, you were in a pool of sweat now. At some point you started crying. About an hour passed and then you heard your brother enter his room. With the underwear still over your face, you had calmed down a bit but had waves of near-orgasm inducing every now and then. You could hear your brother undressing, opening drawers, getting ready for bed. When he took his piss before bed it caused another wave of uncontrolable horniness as your heard the healthy stream of piss hit the toilet water. You were craving his piss straight from the tap... oh god you can't think about that or you'll cum.
Eventually you heard some more drawers open and then you heard his footsteps approaching the closet. You were still shaking slightly when he opened the door, blinding you with the light. You squinted up at him, your merciless god standing in the rays of light. You felt a new stirring just at the sight of him but you controlled yourself as you knew he wouldn't like it. He looked down at you, completely amused with himself. "How's it going faggot," he asked, knowing the answer. Horrible, terrible, the worst night of your life. At this point it was about 1am and you had to go to work for him at 9am, but be up by 7am to do your morning chores and cook him his breakfast. "Haven't cum, yet, huh faggot?" he asked, looking down at your pathetic little cage-covered nub. "Want a real challenge, you fucking disgusting bitch?" he asked, in an extremely smug voice.
You felt your stomach sink... a real challenge? How could this be worse? Just then you noticed, your eyes barely peeking over your brother's disgusting underwear, that he had in his hands two zip lock bags. He opened one up and took out some extremely dirty underwear. "You see this fag? I was about to ship this out to a lucky faggot. I've worn this same underwear to the gym 2 weeks in a row. The amount of cock, ball, and ass sweat is crazy. It's actually still moist and - oh god!" he said shaking his head as he took them out, "- extremely rank!" he said laughing. "The fag was going to ship me $200 - we can talk about how you're going to make that up to me later." You whimpered as your ever increasing debt just got larger. "And then we have my gym socks - I've worn these 5 days in a row and a fag was going to pay me $100 for it - again you'll be responsible for my compensation," he said as he pulled the sweaty, nasty socks out of the bag. He then put his underwear in one hand and the socks in the other hand. He created a nice little area for your nose to go in so I got his underwear directly in front of your nose and his socks on either side of your nose, directed toward your lower nostrils. Before he brought them to me, he said "Remember what I said - no cumming, faggot. If you do, I will destroy those little balls of your queer."
So proud of himself, he leaned down a carefully placed the underwear and socks on your face. "Sniff hard," he said. You did. The effect was immediate and the most intense thing you had ever felt in your life. Your back immediately left the floor of the cage, rising up into an arch. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The shaking started, rattling the cage. From your mouth you moaned, "Oohhh myy gooooooooddd," as you took in the smells. This wasn't just some dirty underwear - this was art. These was the perfection of dirty jock smells. $200 was a steal for this - he could easily charge 3x that for this experience. You could smell everything - his piss, sweat, ass, balls, pubes, taint, everything. His testosterone... It was hands down the best thing you'd ever smelled - oh my god your brother was so manly.
You saw your big brother enjoying torturing you. He watched for a bit, seeing all your squirms and struggles and then said, "Ok, I'm going to bed. There better not be any fucking cum in here when I wake up in the morning," he siad.
You were struggling, clearly. You didn't think you could last like this. It was just a matter of time before you came. Try as you might you couldn't get your thoughts away from your big bro's sweat, his ass, his dick, his pubes, his taint, his feet, his pits... every thought brought you back there. You endured. You endured for a long time. Hours. It had to approaching dawn now... you were still sweating, still shaking. The stink just wouldn't go away. You couldn't get used to it... you certianly couldn't sleep...
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All of this brought you to the memory of last weekend when your brother came home from the bar drunk. It was 3am and you were sleeping, resting up for a full Sunday of work (as usual), when you were suddenly awoken by your very drunk brother opening the closet, then your cage, and roughly pulling you out. He grabbed you by the throat roughly and brought you into the living room. "Hey you dumb faaaggggot," he said slurring his speech. He still had you by the throat and was lazily moving you around that way, amused by how his big strong body could easily manhandle your weak fag body. "GOD it must fucking suck to be you," he said, completely unaware of how loud he was being in his drunken state. "If I was a faggot I'd fucking hate myself," he said and laughed too much. "Do you hate yourself, fag?" he asked. And he slapped you in the face. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION FAGGOT," he said. "Yes - yes sir, I hate myself," you answered, meaning it. He laughed again and slapped you clumsily but hard. "Do you hate yourself, faggot?" he asked again. "Yes sir, I hate myself," you answered back. Another slap. "Do you hate yourself faggot?" "Yes sir I hate myself," you answered back. SLAP. Again and again and again. In his drunken state he was hitting you harder than he normally did and you were starting to see stars.
Finally he stopped, pleased with himself. The whole time he held you in his grip but he was stumbling around a bit. Finally he said, "We're gonna try something new, ok fag?" he said. You were scared, but you didn't realize he was about to give you a gift. Before you, not taking his eyes off of you, he started taking off his belt, smiling a dumb drunk smile. Then he pulled off his shorts. Now you were excited. He stood there in boxer briefs for a few moments and just said, "What do you think is about to happen, fag?" and laughed again. Then he pulled off his briefs and exposed lower body. You couldn't help but stare at his soft cock, in the middle of his well developed quads, surrounded by a healthy amount of dark pubic hair.
"This is all you think about isn't it, faaaaggggg," he said flopping his big dick around by rotating his hips. The sound of it slapping against his thighs was like music to your ears. "Well too bad - you will never, ever get it - do you understand me, fag?" he asked, suddenly turning serious. "Yes sir," you said, now looking down at the floor. "Put your back against the foot of the couch and sit on the floor," he said, pointing to the couch in front of him. You followed orders, confused but excited by what might happen. "Put your head back on the seat, bitch," he said - you followed instructions. He turned around exposing his ass to you... his beautiful bubble ass. Shaped by years of weightlifting and sports. And then... he sat down on your face. You couldn't believe it was happening, you had dreamed of this for a very long time. "JUST SNIFF FAG," he said. You didn't have to be told twice. You sniffed - you sniffed hard.
What came into your nose was the beautiful smell of a straight jock ass. "Merry Christmas, fag," he said, laughing to himself. It was actually July but that mattered because your brother's ass was extremely sweaty. This wasn't the pampered totally clean ass of a fag ready to get fucked, this was pure straight jock ass. And it smelled so fucking good. You greedly inhaled pure muscle ass. You continued for a while, just smelling, not stopping for a second, wanting to savor this rare gift your brother gave you. Your brother sat on you like that for about 5 minutes, letting you enjoy the smell of his ass. And he sat up a bit and asked, "Should I let you taste it faggot?" Your eyes got wide at the possibility, immediately you whimpered "Please big bro" pathetically. "Hmmm.." he said, his ass still hovering over your face. "I don't know. Hm, why don't you go ahead and stick your tongue out." You didn't have to be told twice. You stuck your tongue already out, wanting desperately to get a taste of your brother's ass. You saw his asshole moving closer to you. You were trying desperately to get your tongue to extend further out of your body but it wasn't working. Your brother paused lowering his ass until it was just above your tongue. "Nah, no I don't think so today," he said. And he got up, laughing. "Now go to sleep, got a big day of work tomorrow, as usual," he said.
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Your thoughts were interrupted by your brother opening the closet door again. It must have been 7am. "Wakey wakey," he said, smiling. "Have a good restful night of sleep?" He knew you hadn't slept a wink. And you were still so close to cumming, even hours later. His smell was so powerful.
"Here I wanted to give you a little reward for all your hard work not cumming overnight," he said. Uh oh. He turned around and then straddled your body in the closet. And then he pulled his underwear down in the back to expose his bare, perfect ass. Oh fuck. And then he squatted down right on your face. "Take a sniff of your brother's asshole," he said. Your eyes got wild. Oh no! You took a small sniff, even that having a hug effect on your body. You could feel yourself holding in the cum... it was so close to coming out. "Oh no. That won't do. A bigger sniff faggot! I thought you loved this ass," your brother said. You loved his ass more than he could ever know. You braved a big sniff, big inhales of your brother's ass striaght into your lungs. You moaned involuntarily at that smell. God it was good. Too good. Almost... immediately cum-worthy. But you had strength still. And you could just keep that cum inside you. Fuck maybe you would make it. Maybe you did have control. And then...
"I'm going to finally give you that treat you were begging me for a while ago. Lick my ass faggot!" your brother said. WHAT!?! Oh god. You wanted to so bad. But you knew... you knew there was no going back after that. That was instant cum territory. You knew it. You hesitated. Please no. In any other circumstance you would have done whatever it took to taste that ass. Feel and taste it on your tongue. But please not NOW! "FAGGOT! I said lick my ass!" Well, this was it. Fuck.
A single lick of your brothers ass is all it took. One swipe of your tongue against your brother's asshole. Your body shakes returned with a vengeance. You couldn't shut down the messages in your brain. Your big brother's straight ass was too powerful. The taste was too much. You couldn't believe he had finally let you. But of course, this is the exact scenario he would. To make you lose even more. "RELEASE RELEASE RELEASE!!!" was all your body was telling you as your sweat dripped to the floor more and more. Your brother was looking down at you with a smile on his face but with a bit of geunuine amazement. He couldn't believe how much control he had over you. How much he could torment you just with his body. It made him feel like a god. And his cock got hard in underwear.
But for you, It was too late. Suddenly, with surprising force, cum shot through the cage that covered your pathetic dick. Under your brother's ass you made a defeated sound - an involuntary grown showing the frustration in your failure plus the undeniable temporary pleasure of finally having an orgasm - much less one caused your brother. Almost immediately your brothe snapped out of the feeling of enjoyment at how sick of a fag you are and got very serious. He spun around, his hand now around your throat as you struggled for air. "YOU HAD ONE COMMAND - DON'T COME. YOU COULDN'T EVEN FOLLOW UP THAT YOU DUMB FAGGOT! OH YOU'RE FUCKED NOW!" he said.
He let go and you could see him look for something in his closet. He brought out some cleats for soccer and he showed them to you with an evil smile before putting them on. Then he pulled some fingerless boxing glove and put them on, puching his right hand into his left palm for effect. You were trembling in his closet. He then left for a second and came back with some rope and duct tape. His face had an expression of pure mischievous evil. You had now given him every excuse he needed to exercise his sadistic tendencies on your body, and he was happy to take that. "Time for your punishment faggot," he said. He pulled you up by your hair and led you to the basement. As you mentally prepared for the unspeakable things he was about to do to your body, you realized you had to have his breakfast prepared and be at work in 2 hours, or you would face more punishment. So goes the life of a faggot.
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Big Bro's Cruel Rule
This has been sitting in my drafts for at least a year. It's a bit unfinished, wanted to do more with it, but it's complete enough with some additions I made today. Enjoy!
POV: You're an 18 year old fag and your 21 year old brother just informed you you will now regularly take the night shift at one of your three jobs on Wednesday night. This means that you will have virtually no time for sleep Wednesday night.
You're already $2,000 in debt from some credit cards he opened in your name. You work 80 hours a week already across 3 jobs. He informs you that he still expects your regularly daily chores to be completed on Wednesday and Thursday. That means you will have to rush home from the night shift at 5am to complete your chores before your next job at 9am. He also says he expects his breakfast to be ready at the normal time Thursday morning. You get a nice whiff of foot stink from the jock foot inches away from your face, you feel your tiny fag clit move a bit in your cock cage.
You had come out to your brother shortly after turning 18. School had ended and he was staying at the house for the summer. You finally got up the courage to tell him you were gay. He looked at you in disgust, and said, "Get the hell out of my room, fag. You're no longer my brother. I fucking hate you, queer." He might as well have punched you in the stomach (well, he would but that would come later). You couldn't believe it, you went into your room and started crying. But an hour later, you were already hard thinking about it.
Sometimes, when your brother gets frustrated - maybe he lost some of the money you earned him on a bad bet - he will use you like a human stress ball to take his anger out on. You know your brother will never love you so any attention he shows you, you adore.
After informing you of the new hours you will be working, your big brother brought his foot into your face, putting your nose in between his big toe and his next toe. What an honor to get to smell your brother's feet this close. This was a rare treat for a faggot brother.
After week 1 of enslavement, your brother noticed a problem: you had to be fed. This was an issue because it was money out of his pocket to spend on you. At first he went with feeding you scraps of the food you made him but it usually wasn't enough - he could your stomach growl and you were constantly hungry. This was also an issue because he did need you strong - after all you were working all day long at your jobs and your chores. Also, your brother didn't like that you were getting good food. Your brother's mission was to make your life as miserable as possible - getting joy out of eating shouldn't be part of your life.
The solution was 'fag slop'. Your brother researched the cheapest way to get make a nutritious meal. He bough oatmeal in bulk and cheap protein power and nutritional mixes for vitamins. It was all the nutrients you would need to work as his slave all day but none of the enjoyment of food. Fag slop was completely bland - not even bad tasting, just hardly any taste at all. It was like eating nothing but it did give you a feeling of fullness. There was no seasoning, just tasteless oatmeal and tasteless nutritional powders. It was another thing ripped from you as part of your brother's plan to complete your destruction.
You were responsible for making it - you made an entire weeks worth at a time on Sunday. Always made the exact same way with the exact same proportions. You made a big tub of it and put it in the refrigerator. Then when it was time to eat you spooned it into your dog bowl. Just cold fag slop for the fag. You brought that into the cage you lived in and ate it by diving your head into the bowl and eating it like a dog. You were not allowed to use your hands, your brother could always watch you on the cameras and if he caught you, you were punished severely. Sometimes if your brother was home while you were eating, after you got the slop in the dog bowl he would grab it from the counter and piss in it. On those days there actually was flavor - a straight piss flavor that you had come to deeply enjoy. You would thank your master and greedily eat the disgusting mixture. Since becoming a slave this is all you had eaten. This and whatever else you were demanded to lick up.
Meanwhile, in the sixth months you had been your brother's slave, you had become a master chef for him. He demanded perfection for his meals and anything slightly wrong would result in severe punishment to you. In truth, you quickly became a very skilled chef in the kitchen. But you would never get to enjoy your the meals you cooked. While you brother ate the meals you prepared him at the table, you were lapping away at your fag slop under the table.
A month in to being caged 24/7 you began feeling the fully consuming thoughts that you had to get off. As you finished your days work your mind was still racing in an attempt to get you off from just thoughts alone. All day your little nub in your cage had been trying to break free from its prison - but of course, it couldn't. Cleaning your brother's bathroom that night was unbearable... it gave you so many dirty thoughts but you knew you couldn't orgasm. You actually weren't even sure you could orgasm hands free but your brother had made it clear that you were not allowed to orgasm without his permission. And you weren't sure he would ever get it, perhaps just torture you in a state of perpetual horniness for the rest of your miserable life.
You finished your chores and were getting ready for a night's sleep in your cage in your brother's closet. You had basically gotten use to sleeping like a dog by then. Your nub was still painful in the cage as you tried to doze off but all you could think about was the dirtiest thoughts as your brain tried to reach orgasm. You knew you couldn't even attempt to touch yourself - there were cameras in the closet to ensure you didn't misbehave. Touching yourself would get an incredibly harsh punishment - you had been assured that. Your brother's sadism was limitless so you didn't even want to think about what a betrayal of his authority of that magnitude would produce.
You were absolutely exhausted as you usually were at the end of the day. 12 hours spent working at your job and basically the rest of your day was spent cooking, cleaning, and waiting on your big brother's every whim. A typical day in the life of a pathetic faggot. Even through your exhaustion, you couldn't get to sleep because your brain was saying "CUM, CUM, CUM". Of course, in your highly aroused state, most of your thoughts were about your brother. Your brother dominating you, owning you, his beautiful body, his complete authority over you. You were squirming around in your cage at this point.
Your brother happened to be watching you on his phone as he watched a movie in the other room. He smirked as he watched you suffering, tortured by your aroused state. He went into his room, pulled down his shorts, and then took off his underwear. It was dirty from the day and a particularly hard gym session. He then rubbed the underwear around his junk and up his crack. He took a whiff, satisfied with the scent, and then opened the closet. He looked in, saw you, his pathetic excuse for a brother laying in your cage, struggling with your horniness, and he opened the door to the cage. He took your hands and handcuffed each to the side of the cage. "Can't have you touching that little clit, queer," he said. Then he took his underwear and threw it on your face.
Your brain exploded with the new stimuli. Your little clit almost did too. In your highly aroused state, without having ejaculated in a month, the smell was unreal. You couldn't help yourself, you took big whiffs. You could smell everything - his cock, ass, sweat, a bit of piss. It was all magnified a hundred times. You involuntarily started moaning, you were so close to orgasm. Your body started shaking, rattling the cage. Oh god... it was the best thing you had ever smelled in your life. You had smelled your brother before, smelled his underwear even but this... was heaven.
The underwear didn't completely cover your eyes and you could see your big brother standing over you. He had a huge smile on his face, totally satisfied by your torture. His cruelty constantly surprised you and drove you crazy. His arrogance, the joy he felt completely owning you and making your life as difficult as possible - it was all overwhelming. He was perfect, he was a god. All these thought were swimming in your head as it took all your will not to have a hands free orgasm right in front of him. Your moans had turn into pathetic whines, like a puppy. You were still rattling the cage with full body shakes, your body covered in sweat. You just stared at your brother with pleading eyes - would he let you cum... PLEASE! "Please sir," you squeaked out, pathetically. "Please, what?" your brother said, smiling. "Please, sir... allow me to cum, PLEASE sir," you begged.
Your brother wet his lips, stood there for a moment, and then his face got very serious. He leaned down to the top of his cage. "If you cum, I will stomp on your balls so hard they will be useless, you fucking faggot," he said. You couldn't believe it, but the thought of your brother crushing your balls with his foot was not helping your predicament and you put even more strength into trying not to let cum escape your balls. He then said, "I will then destroy your face with these big fists." He put the fist right above the underwear on your face to show he meant it. Oh fuck, fuck, so hard not to cum thinking about the power behind those fists. Your brother then stood back up, enjoying the new terrifying thoughts going through your mind, and he spit down a long strand of spit that landed right on your forehead. Again, that wasn't helping, as your body started straining and shaking even harder. Your head started spinning as you started to get a bit nauseous. Your little clit was now actively trying to burst out of your cage.
"Good night, faggot," he said as he shut the closet door leaving you in darkness. A extremely horny pit of darkness. It wasn't getting easier. You were finding new depths of smell in your brother's dirty underwear. You had smelled his underwear plenty of times - particularly before you were out of the closet and you sneaked into his room and dove into his laundry. You had never smelled it like this before. This was... beyond. Now in total darkness, without any visual stimulus, the smell became even greater. This was, pure, unadulterated torture. Your pathetic whine intensified, the shaking not stopping, you were in a pool of sweat now. At some point you started crying. About an hour passed and then you heard your brother enter his room. With the underwear still over your face, you had calmed down a bit but had waves of near-orgasm inducing every now and then. You could hear your brother undressing, opening drawers, getting ready for bed. When he took his piss before bed it caused another wave of uncontrolable horniness as your heard the healthy stream of piss hit the toilet water. You were craving his piss straight from the tap... oh god you can't think about that or you'll cum.
Eventually you heard some more drawers open and then you heard his footsteps approaching the closet. You were still shaking slightly when he opened the door, blinding you with the light. You squinted up at him, your merciless god standing in the rays of light. You felt a new stirring just at the sight of him but you controlled yourself as you knew he wouldn't like it. He looked down at you, completely amused with himself. "How's it going faggot," he asked, knowing the answer. Horrible, terrible, the worst night of your life. At this point it was about 1am and you had to go to work for him at 9am, but be up by 7am to do your morning chores and cook him his breakfast. "Haven't cum, yet, huh faggot?" he asked, looking down at your pathetic little cage-covered nub. "Want a real challenge, you fucking disgusting bitch?" he asked, in an extremely smug voice.
You felt your stomach sink... a real challenge? How could this be worse? Just then you noticed, your eyes barely peeking over your brother's disgusting underwear, that he had in his hands two zip lock bags. He opened one up and took out some extremely dirty underwear. "You see this fag? I was about to ship this out to a lucky faggot. I've worn this same underwear to the gym 2 weeks in a row. The amount of cock, ball, and ass sweat is crazy. It's actually still moist and - oh god!" he said shaking his head as he took them out, "- extremely rank!" he said laughing. "The fag was going to ship me $200 - we can talk about how you're going to make that up to me later." You whimpered as your ever increasing debt just got larger. "And then we have my gym socks - I've worn these 5 days in a row and a fag was going to pay me $100 for it - again you'll be responsible for my compensation," he said as he pulled the sweaty, nasty socks out of the bag. He then put his underwear in one hand and the socks in the other hand. He created a nice little area for your nose to go in so I got his underwear directly in front of your nose and his socks on either side of your nose, directed toward your lower nostrils. Before he brought them to me, he said "Remember what I said - no cumming, faggot. If you do, I will destroy those little balls of your queer."
So proud of himself, he leaned down a carefully placed the underwear and socks on your face. "Sniff hard," he said. You did. The effect was immediate and the most intense thing you had ever felt in your life. Your back immediately left the floor of the cage, rising up into an arch. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The shaking started, rattling the cage. From your mouth you moaned, "Oohhh myy gooooooooddd," as you took in the smells. This wasn't just some dirty underwear - this was art. These was the perfection of dirty jock smells. $200 was a steal for this - he could easily charge 3x that for this experience. You could smell everything - his piss, sweat, ass, balls, pubes, taint, everything. His testosterone... It was hands down the best thing you'd ever smelled - oh my god your brother was so manly.
You saw your big brother enjoying torturing you. He watched for a bit, seeing all your squirms and struggles and then said, "Ok, I'm going to bed. There better not be any fucking cum in here when I wake up in the morning," he siad.
You were struggling, clearly. You didn't think you could last like this. It was just a matter of time before you came. Try as you might you couldn't get your thoughts away from your big bro's sweat, his ass, his dick, his pubes, his taint, his feet, his pits... every thought brought you back there. You endured. You endured for a long time. Hours. It had to approaching dawn now... you were still sweating, still shaking. The stink just wouldn't go away. You couldn't get used to it... you certianly couldn't sleep...
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All of this brought you to the memory of last weekend when your brother came home from the bar drunk. It was 3am and you were sleeping, resting up for a full Sunday of work (as usual), when you were suddenly awoken by your very drunk brother opening the closet, then your cage, and roughly pulling you out. He grabbed you by the throat roughly and brought you into the living room. "Hey you dumb faaaggggot," he said slurring his speech. He still had you by the throat and was lazily moving you around that way, amused by how his big strong body could easily manhandle your weak fag body. "GOD it must fucking suck to be you," he said, completely unaware of how loud he was being in his drunken state. "If I was a faggot I'd fucking hate myself," he said and laughed too much. "Do you hate yourself, fag?" he asked. And he slapped you in the face. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION FAGGOT," he said. "Yes - yes sir, I hate myself," you answered, meaning it. He laughed again and slapped you clumsily but hard. "Do you hate yourself, faggot?" he asked again. "Yes sir, I hate myself," you answered back. Another slap. "Do you hate yourself faggot?" "Yes sir I hate myself," you answered back. SLAP. Again and again and again. In his drunken state he was hitting you harder than he normally did and you were starting to see stars.
Finally he stopped, pleased with himself. The whole time he held you in his grip but he was stumbling around a bit. Finally he said, "We're gonna try something new, ok fag?" he said. You were scared, but you didn't realize he was about to give you a gift. Before you, not taking his eyes off of you, he started taking off his belt, smiling a dumb drunk smile. Then he pulled off his shorts. Now you were excited. He stood there in boxer briefs for a few moments and just said, "What do you think is about to happen, fag?" and laughed again. Then he pulled off his briefs and exposed lower body. You couldn't help but stare at his soft cock, in the middle of his well developed quads, surrounded by a healthy amount of dark pubic hair.
"This is all you think about isn't it, faaaaggggg," he said flopping his big dick around by rotating his hips. The sound of it slapping against his thighs was like music to your ears. "Well too bad - you will never, ever get it - do you understand me, fag?" he asked, suddenly turning serious. "Yes sir," you said, now looking down at the floor. "Put your back against the foot of the couch and sit on the floor," he said, pointing to the couch in front of him. You followed orders, confused but excited by what might happen. "Put your head back on the seat, bitch," he said - you followed instructions. He turned around exposing his ass to you... his beautiful bubble ass. Shaped by years of weightlifting and sports. And then... he sat down on your face. You couldn't believe it was happening, you had dreamed of this for a very long time. "JUST SNIFF FAG," he said. You didn't have to be told twice. You sniffed - you sniffed hard.
What came into your nose was the beautiful smell of a straight jock ass. "Merry Christmas, fag," he said, laughing to himself. It was actually July but that mattered because your brother's ass was extremely sweaty. This wasn't the pampered totally clean ass of a fag ready to get fucked, this was pure straight jock ass. And it smelled so fucking good. You greedly inhaled pure muscle ass. You continued for a while, just smelling, not stopping for a second, wanting to savor this rare gift your brother gave you. Your brother sat on you like that for about 5 minutes, letting you enjoy the smell of his ass. And he sat up a bit and asked, "Should I let you taste it faggot?" Your eyes got wide at the possibility, immediately you whimpered "Please big bro" pathetically. "Hmmm.." he said, his ass still hovering over your face. "I don't know. Hm, why don't you go ahead and stick your tongue out." You didn't have to be told twice. You stuck your tongue already out, wanting desperately to get a taste of your brother's ass. You saw his asshole moving closer to you. You were trying desperately to get your tongue to extend further out of your body but it wasn't working. Your brother paused lowering his ass until it was just above your tongue. "Nah, no I don't think so today," he said. And he got up, laughing. "Now go to sleep, got a big day of work tomorrow, as usual," he said.
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Your thoughts were interrupted by your brother opening the closet door again. It must have been 7am. "Wakey wakey," he said, smiling. "Have a good restful night of sleep?" He knew you hadn't slept a wink. And you were still so close to cumming, even hours later. His smell was so powerful.
"Here I wanted to give you a little reward for all your hard work not cumming overnight," he said. Uh oh. He turned around and then straddled your body in the closet. And then he pulled his underwear down in the back to expose his bare, perfect ass. Oh fuck. And then he squatted down right on your face. "Take a sniff of your brother's asshole," he said. Your eyes got wild. Oh no! You took a small sniff, even that having a hug effect on your body. You could feel yourself holding in the cum... it was so close to coming out. "Oh no. That won't do. A bigger sniff faggot! I thought you loved this ass," your brother said. You loved his ass more than he could ever know. You braved a big sniff, big inhales of your brother's ass striaght into your lungs. You moaned involuntarily at that smell. God it was good. Too good. Almost... immediately cum-worthy. But you had strength still. And you could just keep that cum inside you. Fuck maybe you would make it. Maybe you did have control. And then...
"I'm going to finally give you that treat you were begging me for a while ago. Lick my ass faggot!" your brother said. WHAT!?! Oh god. You wanted to so bad. But you knew... you knew there was no going back after that. That was instant cum territory. You knew it. You hesitated. Please no. In any other circumstance you would have done whatever it took to taste that ass. Feel and taste it on your tongue. But please not NOW! "FAGGOT! I said lick my ass!" Well, this was it. Fuck.
A single lick of your brothers ass is all it took. One swipe of your tongue against your brother's asshole. Your body shakes returned with a vengeance. You couldn't shut down the messages in your brain. Your big brother's straight ass was too powerful. The taste was too much. You couldn't believe he had finally let you. But of course, this is the exact scenario he would. To make you lose even more. "RELEASE RELEASE RELEASE!!!" was all your body was telling you as your sweat dripped to the floor more and more. Your brother was looking down at you with a smile on his face but with a bit of geunuine amazement. He couldn't believe how much control he had over you. How much he could torment you just with his body. It made him feel like a god. And his cock got hard in underwear.
But for you, It was too late. Suddenly, with surprising force, cum shot through the cage that covered your pathetic dick. Under your brother's ass you made a defeated sound - an involuntary grown showing the frustration in your failure plus the undeniable temporary pleasure of finally having an orgasm - much less one caused your brother. Almost immediately your brothe snapped out of the feeling of enjoyment at how sick of a fag you are and got very serious. He spun around, his hand now around your throat as you struggled for air. "YOU HAD ONE COMMAND - DON'T COME. YOU COULDN'T EVEN FOLLOW UP THAT YOU DUMB FAGGOT! OH YOU'RE FUCKED NOW!" he said.
He let go and you could see him look for something in his closet. He brought out some cleats for soccer and he showed them to you with an evil smile before putting them on. Then he pulled some fingerless boxing glove and put them on, puching his right hand into his left palm for effect. You were trembling in his closet. He then left for a second and came back with some rope and duct tape. His face had an expression of pure mischievous evil. You had now given him every excuse he needed to exercise his sadistic tendencies on your body, and he was happy to take that. "Time for your punishment faggot," he said. He pulled you up by your hair and led you to the basement. As you mentally prepared for the unspeakable things he was about to do to your body, you realized you had to have his breakfast prepared and be at work in 2 hours, or you would face more punishment. So goes the life of a faggot.