John's Submission
John woke up the next morning, bound in cuffs.
He stirred slowly, making an audible groan as he moved his head.
“Hurts right,” I asked, sitting at the bedside.
He slowly looked over at me with half-open eyes. He went to move and found his arms were bound. “What’s the fuck?” he croaked.
“Here,” I said taking the cap off a bottled water, “You won’t be able to talk with that cottonmouth.”
I put the bottle up to his lips while he just glared at me.
“You can drink or sit there, I don’t give a fuck.”
He wrapped his lips around the bottle and drank the entire contents in one long gulp. I tossed the bottle away and sat back down.
“Why am I tied up?” he asked.
“Because we need to talk and I don’t trust you not to talk with your hands.”
He struggled with the cuffs, “Why what happened last night?”
“You know what happened.”
He locked eyes with me, “No, I really don’t.”
“Really?” I said pulling my phone out, “You sure about that?”
He watched as I plowed him the first time, him grunting and begging the whole time. His face got pale and his mouth hung open as he stared at the impossible. “You raped me?”
“See there is that word again, rape,” I said as I loaded the next video up, “Rape implies nonconsensual, and this is anything but.”
I showed him on all fours as he begged Sammy to fuck him. I made sure he couldn’t tell who was fucking him, but the sounds of him begging for more were loud and clear. Again he just watched in shock/horror/fascination. He wasn’t looking away, which is a good sign in itself.
“See John, that’s you,” I pointed to the screen, “And that’s you shooting your load from getting fucked like a bitch.”
“No…” he said softly, trying to convince himself that the video was a fake.
I moved over to the bed, making sure the video was right in his face. He could have stopped watching at any time by closing his eyes, but he didn’t. Instead, he was locked onto him getting fucked as his life depended on it. There were whole classes at my old school about this, identifying arousal from people…if he was truly repulsed, as a straight man would be, he would have closed his eyes and looked away…but not Johnny Football.
“It’s not your fault dude,” I said calmly, “I mean what can you do about an itchy ass?”
His eyes darted to me as a moment of recognition passed through his mind.
“Right? You know it’s true right?” I said, moving my other hand between his legs.
“Don’t,” he warned.
“But why John? Look at the video…you like it. You want it.”
“N-no…you drugged me.”
“You were wasted sure, but you’re not now. And your ass is itching all the same.”
He looked back at the phone and then back to me.
“It’s no big deal man, just give in to what you want.”
“I don’t want this!” he cried.
“Then why is your cock hard?” I said grabbing his fucking beast of a cock by the base.
He let out a moan as he looked down at judas dick.
“You’re turned on man, it’s ok.”
He shook his head while I stroked him slowly, the drop of precum pooling at his head while he tried to will it to stop. “Come on John, remember how good it felt?” I let go of the phone and slipped my other hand under him.
“Please don’t…” he whimpered, the sound of him begging for more cock filling the room.
“But why John,” my finger touched his hole, “Why deny yourself this?”
“Not a fag…” he tried to reason as I pressed slowly into him.
“No, you’re a not a fag. You just like getting fucked, there’s a big difference.”
It was true but there was no way this slab of meat was going to understand the finer points of non-orientation stimulation…another class by the way I aced.
My finger slid easily up his ass, he tried to clench it shut but his little brother had stretched him so much that it didn’t stop me from digging deeper and deeper.
“Stop…don’t…” he intoned, his head thrashing from side to side as I got further into him.
“But your cock, it’s even harder now…” I made sure to jerk him a couple of times to prove it. “Just say you want it, John.”
His eyes were closed and he had already started sweating.
“Just relax…” I said sweetly.
“I don’t want…”
And I passed over his prostate.
“Ugghhhhh…” he groaned as his willpower deserted him.
“What’s that John?” I asked, rubbing back and forth over his spot, “Your ass itchy John? Your ass itchy again?”
He was trying to hold on for dear life, he really was. But the truth of the matter was that his prostate was being overstimulated, he was being triggered into flashbacks by asking about the itchy ass and he was remembering what it felt like to be fucked. Of course, most of that was the drugs, but he still felt it and was remembering it.
“Just relax John…accept it…”
He shook his head again as I started to just straight on assault his ass. He was jerking up and down like he was being exposed to an electrical wire, his cock was burping precum everywhere, betraying how turned on he was right now.
“Come on John, let go. Just accept it…” I slipped another finger into him, “Your ass is just too itchy…”
With two fingers I could apply so much more force, making him open his mouth in a silent scream as I stopped moving over his boybutton and just started to stab at it. His hips were off the bed as he simultaneously tried to get away from my hand and slam himself down on it harder.
“Come on John, admit it.”
He still said nothing, but his abs were covered in cock snot.
So I slipped my fingers out in one quick motion, “Ok, never mind.”
His eyes flew open and he looked up at me, in a full-blown panic, but his mouth unable to let him speak.
“What? Fine John, I’ll leave you alone.”
He looked down at his dripping cock and then focused on my phone again, and the image of him begging to be fucked harder and harder.
“Ok,” he said in a small voice.
“What?”
“Ok, do it,” he said.
“Do what?”
“Get me off!” he roared.
And now for the last part of our lesson.
I jumped up on the bed and grabbed his throat, making his eyes bug out in shock. This was the moment, the moment he broke and submitted to me. Not from drugs, not from pressure…but because I was the one in charge.
“Listen your fucking pussy boy. You want to get fucked then you ask for it like any other slut. You ain’t no fucking alpha jock, you’re a bottom bitch who needs to be fucked. So the quicker you understand that the better.”
I let go of him so he could take a breath and grabbed the dildo off the nightstand. I shoved it up into him and turned it on full blast. A squeal came out of his mouth as I grabbed his cock again.
“You get it bitch? You aren’t in control here, I am. You get that?”
He nodded, sweat flying off of him.
“What was that?”
“Yes, I got it!”
“Yes, what?”
He looked up at me, trying to look upset so I stroked him harder, breaking his concentration.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes sir,” he finally blurted out, “Yes sir I understand.”
“You got an itchy ass cunt?”
'Yes sir!"
“You want me to take care of it?”
“Please sir, please…” he started to ramble, his instincts of last night kicking in.
I grabbed my blindfold and slipped it over his eyes, “Fine, get ready to be fucked.”
I slipped the dildo out and opened my door.
Sammy walked in, monster cock bobbing in front of him as he climbed onto the bed.
Without a word, he pressed his hard to his older brother’s tight, little jock hole and waited.
“Yes sir…that’s it…please sir…” John begged, feeling himself mere moments away from relief.
Sammy moved his hips forward slightly, shoving his oversized mushroom head past John’s sphincter. John let out a hiss as it popped in, Sammy just stood still, letting him adjust to his girth.
“Fuck…jesus fuck…you’re too big…”
Sammy pushed a couple of inches in and John’s head slammed side to side as he tried to maintain his composure.
“FUCK! You’re so fucking big…your cock…jesus…”
Sammy pushed another couple of inches in and his older brother bore down on the pain. John didn’t know it, but he was getting used to getting fucked. Sammy was about halfway in and he paused again, letting his brother adjust.
“Fuckfuckfuck,…” John panted, “Shit…so fucking big…”
“You like that cock stretching your hole,” Sammy asked in a deep voice, disguising his own.
John nodded, “Yes sir…so fucking full…”
“You want more?” he asked, holding his hips still.
Out of nowhere John raised his hips and shoved another couple of inches into his ass, “Fuck 'em, sir…I can take the pain.”
The look of lust and power on Sammy’s face was insane and I actually felt my own cock react.
John felt his little brother shove the rest of his cock into him, both of them grunting from the sensation. Once bottomed out Sammy held still, letting his jock brother adjust to this cock, and giving him one last moment of rest.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yes sir,” John answered, eagerly.
Sammy slowly slid the length of his cock out, “Ask me.”
“Fuck me, sir.”
“Beg me.”
“Please fuck me, sir.”
“More.”
“Please god, sir give me your fucking cock!”
Sammy answered by shoving his entire length in at once, causing John’s head to fly back and for him to let out a groan that could probably be heard across the street. The youngest Parker wasted no time in laying assault on his oldest brother’s ass. Sammy’s cock stretched John’s hole to its limit, his own cock stood straight up as he got fucked, with each shove another bead of precum was released.
John gasped as Sammy took his brother’s legs and spread them wishbone style, allowing him even deeper entry into that ass.
“FUCCKKKK!!!” John screamed as Sammy doubled his efforts, not just fucking but completely destroying his brother’s ass. Taking what was a virgin, straight jock hole last night and turning it into a swollen, weeping hole full of cum. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” John panted as Sammy would not let up. His perfect as was a blur as he pounded all nine plus inches harder and harder into his brother.
Sammy let go of John’s legs and was rewarded by John wrapping them around his waist and pulling him closer as John pushed back onto his little brother’s cock. It was hotter than any porn I had ever seen, the toned, hung, high school jock plowing the built, football stud mercilessly. The fact that John was straight and Sammy was his brother just made it all that more hot.
Now it was time to teach that to John.
I moved over toward John’s head and gave Sammy the signal to slow down. He stopped jackhammering John and started long, leisurely pushes into him.
“No!” John whined, pulling Sammy into him with his legs again, "Harder…harder…:
“How bad you want this cock?” I asked him.
“So bad…please sir…I’m close…your cock is getting me so close…”
A lot of people think that straight men are all the same. They think once someone has realized they are straight that it’s the end of the discussion. That if they fuck enough girls, eat enough pussy, then that is just the way it is. The truth of the matter is, men, all men, have a preference, and that preference can change. Sometimes naturally, sometimes by an accidental encounter, sometimes by medication, but in the end, it’s all just a preference. The key to overcoming that is to make the guy feel more pleasure than he ever had before.
There is a limit on how much a man can resist their sexual urges before they just snap. Their preference, common sense, all of it, it is just foreplay to the actual sexual drive that lies beneath us all. In the last 24 hours John had been given pleasure as he had never felt it before, and he was holding on to his masculinity and heterosexuality for dear life. But the drugs, the conditioning, the fact that Sammy’s cock can make sex transformative, all of it together had driven John to this moment, the edge of abandonment and desire.
I was about to push him over.
“Beg him to fuck you,”
“PLEASE FUCK ME, SIR!” John screamed.
“LOUDER!”
“FUCK ME, SIR!”
I looked at Sammy, “You heard him, fuck him.”
Sammy began to fuck him for real, Not for strength, not for domination, but for sex, for actual sexual pleasure. As he pushed into his brother’s hole he made sure to angle his thrust to completely smash his prostate, bringing John full seconds of absolute pleasure as he had never imagined. He made sure to press down as he pulled out, dragging his entire girth along John’s tight hole, touching him in places he never knew he had. He fucked him good, he fucked him steady, he was fucking him to cum.
“Oh god…fuck yeah…fuck…fuck…” John cried out, his entire mind gone, only sex remained.
I watched his cock, the way it bobbed, the precum that dripped down his shaft, the way it lurched in the air every time Sammy hit his spot. I watched and waited…
And then I moved.
“Thank him for fucking you so good,” I said.
“Thank you sir…thank you…your cock…god your cock…thank you sir, thank you…” And I pulled off the blindfold.
Sammy paused and John looked up to see his little brother between his legs, felt his cock swell in him, and the fact that the last few minutes he had been begging him to fuck him sank into John’s mind. His eyes were wide as the pieces fell into his mind…
Sammy had a wicked grin on his face and said, “You’re welcome…” and pushed into him.
John's cock exploded untouched. A geyser of fucking cum erupted between them as John’s ass clenched around his little brother’s cock and the last dregs of his resistance vanished.
“Sammy! OH Sammy!!” he screamed as he came, he pulled at the cuffs again as he came and came and came.
“You like that john?” Sammy said, fucking him as he came, “You like my fucking cock?”
“Oh god your cock…your fucking cock…” John wailed as another load shot over his lips, his tongue darting out to catch as much as he can.
“You’re my cunt now John…this cock owns you…”
John was just nodding, “You own me, Sammy…you own me…”
I undid the cuffs and his arms fell to his side as Sammy pulled out and climbed up to straddle his big brother’s chest.
“Take me load, open that mouth.”
John grabbed his little brother’s perfect ass and steadied him as he opened his mouth and waited for his reward like a good cum slut does.
Sammy unloaded into him, John choking as his mouth filled up with his brother’s spunk. He tried to swallow it all but dribbles slipped out down his cheek as he struggled to contain the load. Sammy leaned down and kissed him, John sharing his brother’s load with him as he embraced him and kissed him back.
I let my cock free and came, watching them kiss like that, I had done it, I had corrupted the Parker Brothers.
