After a long shower and another quick fuck, Sammy and Eli joined me downstairs to share a joint and to plan.
“So how do we get John?” Sammy asked, taking a long drag.
“Yeah, I am dying to hear this,” Eli said, taking the joint from his brother.
“John is going to be involved, first thing we need to do is find a reason for him to be off the grid for a few days.”
“Why?” Sammy asked.
“Because it’s going to take at least three days to break John, and we can’t be worrying that your parents or whatever are going to be asking where he is.”
“Three days?” Eli asked shocked, “Why so long?”
I took a hit and passed it to Sammy, “Because John isn’t like the two of you, he’s going to take a lot more work.”
“Like us?” Sammy asked.
I nodded, “Both of you already had needs, they were just buried under ego and societal expectations.”
Sammy looked at Eli and shrugged, “I didn’t know I wanted this.”
“Exactly, you guys had this inside, John doesn’t. John is a full-blooded alpha. He likes being in control, he doesn’t have a deep-seated desire to be dominated. I mean he may. in fun, like being tied up by a girl or blindfolded, but in the end, he will always be in control. He doesn’t like losing it, so it won’t be as easy as you two.”
“If he doesn’t want it, then what are you going to do?” Sammy asked.
And there was the million-dollar question. Questions like that is why I was kicked out of my last school.
“I am going to break him, hard. That takes time, and all of it uninterrupted. Once we start, we can’t have him sobering back up to take a phone call and then put him under again. He needs to be put down and then he needs to stay that way until he gives in.”
Sammy cocked his head, “What are we going to do to him?”
“Well first, we need a cover story for him to be away for a weekend.”
“Our parents have a cabin by Lake Travis, we can say we’re going there to fish and just have a guy’s weekend.”
Sammy nodded, “Yeah if we tell him, it’s like a Parker brothers weekend, beer, weed, and fishing, he’d go for that.”
“He’d go for it if you asked,” Eli added, “He does whatever you ask.”
Sammy smiled, “I’m the baby, I get whatever I want.”
Eli rolled his eyes, “Don’t remind me.”
“Ok, so you guys can get him to agree to this? A weekend in bumfuck?”
They both nodded.
“Perfect, so that will shut your parents and his friends up. Now we need a reason for him to swing by here first.”
Eli and Sammy looked at each other and smiled, “Pussy, lots of it.”
“If you have girls on tap, he will be here with bells on.”
I looked over at Josh and Tony, who were playing Fortnite, “Hey guys, how many chicks can you get here this weekend?”
Neither one looked up, “Um, all of them, why what’s up?”
“We need to have a party this weekend, and there need to be girls on display.”
Josh looked up, “You have a job?”
I nodded, “Yep, I need the party as cover.”
Tony looked over, “Anyone you’re willing to share?”
“If we can tame him? Oh yeah.”
He looked at each other and smiled, “Yeah, we can get as many girls here as you want.”
“Enough to make it look like a target-rich environment, but not so many that we can’t control the flow of traffic.”
Tony nodded, “Got it.”
I looked back to the brothers, “That work?”
“Can we sell John on a party with a ton of girls?” Sammy chuckled, “Yeah, I think we can handle that.”
“Cool, I need to call my guy. I used a lot of my suppl yon you two, how much does your brother weigh?”
“Um, 265 I think,” Eli answered, “Why?”
“Because we don’t want to overdo it,” I did some quick math in my mind, again, another thing they taught us at my old school. These drugs were designed, special and had a very specific dose and usage. The guy I rent the house from was from there he always hooked me up with mor product.
"Isn’t that dangerous?’ Eli asked.
“Look, we want to fuck your brother, not kill him. He’s too big for us to just slip him a pill, that shit could take up to an hour to affect him and that’s too long. We need something that will knock him on his ass almost instantly, he’s a big boy, we aren’t going to hurt him.”
“So, we get him here, then what you just stick a needle in him?”
That made me laugh, “No, we dose his drink a little, when he’s lightheaded we get him upstairs, and then we stick him. Once he’s under we’ll tie him up and get to work.”
I could see Sammy was hard from here.
“So, then we fuck him?”
“Patience,” I said, putting my hand over his bulge, “This is going to be a multi-step process. We need to dose him, get him into it, and then keep him on the edge until he can’t remember what it’s like not to be fucked.”
Seduction 101, you can get a guy wasted and fuck him but he won’t remember much and if he does it will be a all negative. Play with him over time, edge him out, his body will become addicted to it despite what his brain is telling him.
“Yeah, it’s a trip,” Tony said from where he was playing his game, “At first, you’re out of it and don’t know what’s going on but then it goes on for so long, you kind of just accept it and after a while, you like it. A lot.”
“You did it to him?” Eli asked.
“Yep, Tony used to be a grade-A pussy chaser, didn’t you Tony?”
“Fuck yeah, tore that shit up.”
Eli looked at me, "And now?’
“Tony, turn that shit off and get over here.”
Tony dropped the controller instantly and stood up.
He was another striker on the team, 6’5", fucking built like fucking moose, not so handsome but his body more than made up for it. He looked like one of those guys who would just kill you for looking at him wrong because outside of this house, he was exactly like that.
He walked over and stood in front of me.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?”
He blushed and then got down on his knees, his hands fumbling for my shorts. Eli and Sammy watched as this mountain of a man fished my cock out and started serving me there, on the living room floor, in front of everyone. He made slobbering noises as he slurped my cock like it was a tootsie roll pop. Sammy openly rubbed his cock through his shorts, watching this beast humiliate himself by licking the underside of my balls. Without even looking he reached over grabbed Eli’s head and pushed it down into his lap.
Eli moaned as he mouthed his little brother’s cock through the material.
“See?” I said like it was the most normal thing in the world to have two guys service you, “With guys like Eli it’s easy, he craves this shit. But Tony here,” I grabbed a chunk of hair and pulled his face up. His mouth was open, and drool fell from the side of his mouth as he looked at me with hunger, “Tony here had to be broken and shown what he was put here for. Weren’t you Tony?”
Tony nodded.
“Tony was an alpha before he met me. Now, what are you, Tony?”
“Your cunt,” he answered automatically, “I’m your muscled cunt.”
I let him go and he went straight back to my cock like a nursing puppy.
“This is what we’re going to train John to be. But you have to trust me, it’s going to take time and patience.”
Sammy and I looked over and saw Josh standing there, watching Eli service his brother, “Can I help?”
Sammy pushed Eli back and undid his shorts, freeing his cock, “If you guys can share.”
Both Josh and Eli fought for that cock, each one taking a side and licking it up and down, as Sammy looked on with pride. He was becoming quite the little dom if I do say so myself.
The week I spent all of my free time setting the weekend up.
I got in touch with my supplier who gave me all the special drugs I needed along with extra strength poopers, ones that could stun an ox if I wanted to fuck it. I cleared out my room, making sure the bed was secure and that the frame was reinforced because I could believe that if John tried, he might be able to cause enough damage to get free. The cherry on my little rape though was a ventilator mask. It belonged to a CPAP machine, but I modified it so now it was connected to the poppers. All I had to do was slip this over his mouth and nose and I could adjust how much poppers to air he was receiving. This should make it nearly impossible for him to be able to get his feet under him to resist.
We bought the party supplies, but I made sure to get a huge bottle of 180-proof Everclear with a long neck. This was going to be my stopgap when I thought he had too much shit in his system. Once I had this all set up I went over the plan one more time with Sam and Eli. Eli had brought up the fishing trip, which John had agreed to and then Sammy bitched he didn’t want to go because of the party we were throwing.
“I told him this was my chance to score with college girls and he laughed and said I had no shot, but we could go anyways,” Sammy told me after school, “He bought it hook, line and sinker.”
“Dude, when did you get so good at lying?” I asked.
“I’ve always been a good liar. My parents think I’m a fucking angel, my teachers think I am a model student, trust me, the world sees one thing when I am completely different.”
“You’re a fucking sadistic fuck,” I said tweaking his nipples.
“And you love it,” he said leaning over and kissing me.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but this could fucking kiss. I mean it was soft but aggressive, insistent but not overbearing. It was one of those kisses you got so into you weren’t sure when it was over or not. If I knew it wouldn’t go to his head, I would have asked his secret, but there was no way I was giving this kid any more fuel for that fire.
The only other thing that happened that week was I got home from practice and found Eli getting spit-roasted by Tony and Scott in the living room. It was hot to see the squeaky-clean Eli, who just last week had a girlfriend and a promise ring being grudge fucked by two jocks in broad daylight. I played through and fucked a load into him as well, I swear when we were done, I think we were more out of breath than he was. It wasn’t until Sammy came over and made him ride his cock on the couch that Eli finally let up.
He was becoming the perfect little sub.
Friday rolled around and the house was abuzz with energy. The guys were fired up about the party, but they were also interested in my project. They had all taken a good look at John the time he was over, and they all wanted a crack at that alpha jock’s ass. Most of the team showed up and then the girls, by the time the Parkers showed up the party was in full swing.
“Told you we were gonna be late!” Sammy said as they walked in the door.
John looked around the room and I could see him give the room a sweep, his radar looking for who he wanted to fuck tonight.
I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you how popular we were right? I mean lacrosse players are like a hybrid baseball and football player. We had toned, firm bodies but more mass than baseball guys had because the sport was a lot more contact than not. So, the girls that showed up to climb our cocks were not ugly by no means, and John could tell that at first glance.
He saw me and gave me a nod as they walked over.
“Nice party,” he said in that bro tone of voice.
I looked around, “It’s ok, it’ll get wilder the later it gets.”
He smiled, “Oh yeah?”
I smiled back at him, “Oh count on it.”
“What’s on tap?”
“You all want beer? We have vodka and rum too.”
“Beer is fine,” John said, and Eli and Sammy said the same. I went to the fridge and pulled out two beers and the special one I had whipped up for John. It had the same amount of THC that Eli’s Mountain Dew had but John was pure muscle and had an easy 60 pounds on his little brother, so all it would do is loosen him up and make him super buzzed…but not comatose. I had three of these ready, by the third he would be stumbling and slurring, an easy target to get upstairs.
I proposed a toast and made sure they all took a long drink before looking around for our trap.
“Rachel!!” I said, waving her over. Rachel went to the girl version of my school, though she graduated where I didn’t. She was older but smoking hot and she was every bit as dangerous as I was. I told her I needed some help bagging Johnny Football and she came running…
“Have you met the Parker brothers? This is Sammy, Eli…” I began and John walked up.
“I’m John.”
She looked him up and down and asked. “You on the team?”
She knew exactly who he was but playing like she didn’t made John puff his chest up and want to prove something. God she was good.
“Lacrosse? Nah I’m Johnny Football baby.”
She cooed, “I love football!”
Such bullshit, Rahel loved one game…power.
“Oh yeah?” he said, putting an arm around her and they moved towards the couch.
“Is she cool?” Sammy asked me.
“She comes over sometimes to peg the guys with her strap-on. Trust me, she is super cool,” I said, no reason for him to know who she was.
They both watched as their brother sat down with her, thinking he was talking up some random hot chick. No idea she was as twisted as I was when it came to power plays.
“She’s probably gonna wanna watch us do him at some point, but for now she’ll make sure he’s drinking and relaxing.”
“So, what do we do?” Sammy asked, too excited to hide it.
“You could go cruise college chicks, I bet you could score one easy.”
He rolled his eyes, “Chicks are easy, I want a challenge.”
God this kid was liquid sex.
“Then chill out, go play COD with the guys and wait for your brother to get wasted.”
Eli wandered over to Tony and Josh, who welcomed him like he was part of the team and not just a cum bucket they used all week while Sammy sat down and grabbed a controller.
And I just watched.
This was my first time actually studying John and I had to admit, I could see why people liked him.
He had Sammy’s looks, except fleshed out. Where Sammy was adorable, John had all the same features except on a man’s face. He looked like he had just walked out of a porno that was set in a locker room. His body though was off the charts. Most football players were jacked but lacked definition, massive slabs of muscle but not very toned. John was not like that at all. At one point John lifted his shirt up to show Rachel his abs and I was amazed to see a perfect set of washboard abs. So, he had Sammy’s looks and Eli’s definition while looking like he was built from granite.
Yeah, I bet this guy had nailed more girls than our whole house combined.
What was also amazing was the fucking bulge sliding down the leg of his jeans. It looked like he had a sock shoved in his pants, except I could see the meaty head of his cock from across the room, and from the way the denim was worn, it was obvious he naturally hung to the left. Rachel was playing it up nicely, laughing at his jokes, feeling his pecs, but more importantly, bringing him the beers I had set out for him. She was bringing him the third one when she passed by me, “He’s already starting to slur, this is going to put him under.”
I gave her a wink as she walked over and handed our boy his laced drink.
He drank it down in nearly one gulp, no doubt showing off to her, though with his body it wasn’t necessary. Within minutes his head slumped down and jerked back up as he started to drift. She looked over at me and nodded. I got up and walked over to the couch.
“He drank too much,” she said, acting it up for him, “Can you help us to a room?”
“Sure, you ok man?” I asked John, helping him to his feet.
“Yeaaahhhh…” he said, stumbling, “Goood prttyy…”
He leaned on me, and I walked him up to my room, dumping him on my bed.
Rachel leaned down and said to him “Let’s get these clothes off.”
His eyes were closed but he smiled and nodded, so I began to strip him down quickly. I shucked his shoes and socks while Rachel pulled his shirt off over his head. I unbuckled his belt and tugged on his jeans, leaving him in a pair of tight, Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His cock was tucked to the left, and though still soft, was bigger than most hard cocks I had seen.
“Damn,” Rachel said, marveling at the specimen of manhood that was laid out before us.
“Once he’s tamed, you can take him for a ride or two,” I whispered to her, and she smiled and kissed me hard.
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” she said looking up at the corner of my room, “Make sure to keep him in focus…I wanna watch this.” And walked out.
She had a camera set up in my room to record all the shit I got up to, she ran a porno site with very exclusive clientele who loved seeing straight guys go down. She had watched Sammy and Eli and had become obsessed with them…which wasn’t good for them but great for me.
Leaving me alone with my prey.
First things first, I needed to get him injected, which meant keeping him docile for a few minutes. I grabbed the mask and placed it gently over his face and mouth and opened the bottle of poppers. He took a deep breath and then made a noise as his entire body seemed to relax. Quickly I grabbed the syringe and tied off his bicep, luckily he had a fucking road map of veins, so finding a good one was easy. I injected him with the good stuff. I undid the tourniquet and within seconds he let out a contented sigh and a smile spread across his face.
He was gone.
I climbed up onto the bed and began to feel up his chest. It was solid fucking muscle, prime grade A, Texas beef. He made a sound, and his smile grew. I took the nub of his nipple between my fingers and pinched, and he let out an audible groan as his hips left the bed.
“Man, it has to be genetic,” I said tweaking the other nipple, “All the Parker boys are nipple sluts.”
He twisted under my touch, no actual words had come out of his mouth yet, between everything in his system I don’t think he was capable of them yet. I leaned down and nibbled one of them and the noises he was making were just music to my ears. I moved up and licked his ear and he shivered a little.
I began to tongue fuck him and he let out a small whimper in response. I nibbled on his neck and he babbled something so I moved over and began to kiss him. He instantly responded, kissing me back hard, no idea he was making out with a guy at all. He was an aggressive kisser, which was hot in its own right, but I wasn’t here to kiss.
I was here to break this stud.
I moved down and licked his neck, his pecs, licked the cuts of his abs, and then got to the promised land.
I grabbed either side of this underwear and said, “Lift your hips up slut.”
His hips moved upwards as I slid them down his legs, his cock looked like a sleeping snake, curled against his trimmed pubes. Though only half hard, he was already close to six inches, and it was growing fast. I took hold of the beast and held it firmly in my hand. He sighed as I leaned down and licked the head of his cock, precum coating my mouth as he shot past seven inches, eight, got as big as Sammy, and then topped out at just above ten inches of fucking cock.
It was incredible. I had never held a cock so fucking mighty before, it was hard to believe that there were chicks out there that had taken this fucking monstrosity and lived to tell the tale. My hand couldn’t grip the entire thing at once it was so thick, the head was an angry reddish color as the massive vein in the middle of it throbbed in beat to his heart.
I’m not in any way a bottom, but I had to admit looking at this thing made me a little dizzy.
There were a lot of people on this planet lucky I was never given a cock like this, jocks everywhere would have been forever scarred from the way their ass was destroyed when I was done. I grabbed some lube and stroked him to full hardness, he squirmed under me as I pounded that cock as hard as I could, making him pant with lust.
The first step after getting your target drugged was to get them incredibly horny. Once in a dazed state the average male will just fucking go with whatever feels good, as long as he knows it isn’t a guy doing it. Though once they were sex drunk and close to cumming, they stopped caring so much and just wanted to get off. I needed to get John so turned on that he would sell his own mother to get off.
He was thrusting into my hand now, his cock feeling like a piston in my grasp as he fucked the air. Once I could tell he was getting close I stopped, and he let out an audible moan.
I slipped the mask on him again and gave him a few seconds of poppers, his head fell back onto the pillow.
Taking his hands I secured them over his head, this time with some leather shackles instead of just a belt and made sure they were locked. I stripped down while I waited for the poppers to wear off some before I went back to turning him on. Once he started making word-like sounds again and tugging at the restraints, I went back to long stroking his cock, lulling him back into a state of sex.
“You like that?” I asked, working his shaft from tip to base.
He nodded, still out of it, not sure what was going on but liking it all the same.
As I stroked, I started to nibble at the inside of his thighs, he cried out as he spread his meaty legs wider, letting me have more access. I slowed my hand down and began to feast on his balls, they were the size of fucking avocado pits, shaven clean of course, because, unlike Eli, he was used to having people service him regularly.
I began to lick the underside of his balls and he cooed as he spread his legs further apart. I serviced his balls and moved under them, and he gasped as he felt my tongue touch no man’s land. That space between the balls and the ass that men freak out until they actually feel someone lick it, and then they go fucking nuts.
“Whaaa…” John slurred as I worked the area over, I could feel him thrashing around on the bed, trying to escape the feeling and trying to push back for more at the same time. I kept this up for a while until his moans stopped being those of protest and morphed into pleasure.
Then I stopped.
“Waittttt…” he said, his head looking up, eyes unfocused.
“You want more?”
He nodded.
“Ok, hold on…”
I grabbed a pillow and stuck it under his ass, to give me better access to his hole and then went back between his legs. God, it was beautiful, there, between those muscled buns, was a tiny, pink little rosebud, just begging to be eaten. I spread his cheeks and leaned in, my tongue danced around the ring, and he jerked sharply.
“Wai…wha…no…no…” he began to intone, not quite finishing any one word.
When I speared my tongue into his hole he grunted, and I felt his ass tense up as he clenched it tight. I was insistent, not letting up for a moment as he tried to resist me.
“Wait…” he said, sounding half drunk, but more coherent than he had earlier.
Fuck what was this guy’s tolerance?
I stopped and grabbed the mask.
“What you doing?” he asked me, looking up at me confused.
I put the mask over his face and turned on the poppers. He said something but I couldn’t hear him through the plastic. He tried to shake his head free and then just stopped. His eyes rolled back, and his mouth hung open as the poppers took hold. Grabbing the lube again I coated his ass and my finger and shoved one digit up into him.
He made a sound, but I knew from experience, being this fucked up on poppers meant you were dimly aware of what was going on, but you couldn’t really connect it to yourself. His ass was like an oven, even relaxed it gripped my finger like a vice. My dick twitched thinking of what it would feel like to have my cock engulfed in it. I took my time, I didn’t want to tear anything. This was about pleasure for him, not about injuring him. I wanted him to crave cock, not associate it with pain or blood.
Once I got up in there, I added a second finger, I needed his ass to be loose enough that even if he started fighting me again, I had access to it. With two fingers I was able to dig deeper, looking for this prostate before the poppers wore all the way off. He was breathing heavy, and I could hear noises that sounded like no coming from his mouth.
I pushed in even harder, and I heard him start to complain then I grazed it.
He froze in place, and I could see his cock twitch in response.
Pulling back, I ran over it again and this time he gasped, bucking his hips back instinctively.
“Uh-oh,” I said as I rocked back and forth over his joybutton, “Someone has an itchy ass.”
He grunted each time I hit his spot, his protests were silent, but his cock was doing all the talking for him. It was standing at full mast, all fucking ten inches of Parker pride, beads of precum had fallen over his fucking abs, smearing it everywhere, making his eight-pack glisten.
“Your ass itchy John? You feel that itch?”
His head was jerking from side to side as his drugged mind tried to come to grips with what it was feeling.
“It’s itchy right John? Right?”
He was not answering so I stopped and began to pull my fingers from his ass.
“Nooooo…” he whined as they slipped free.
“Answer me, John, do you have an itchy ass?”
He hesitated for a moment and then said in a quiet voice, “yes.”
“Bad John,” I said slapping his ass, “You know better…”
He made a sound when I slapped him, so I did it again, and again, and again…
“Sorryyyyy!!” he cried out, “I’m sorrryyyy…”
I reached up and put the mask on him and gave him a quick hit, before he could zone out, I asked, “You want me to scratch it for you? You want me to take care of your itchy ass?”
He began to nod and then let out a throaty moan as his head fell back.
I shoved three fingers into him, and his mouth opened and made a small squeak as I began to fucking assault him anally. At first, all he made was small noises and grunts but as the poppers wore off those sounds began to change into, “Yaa…ya…unff…more…there…right there…”
He was moving his ass back best he could to meet my hand, he was too far gone to care that someone had three fingers deep in him, it just felt too good at this point.
“Still itchy John? Your ass still itchy?”
“Yeah…” he panted, “Itchy…get it…harder…harder…”
“You like this John? You like me helping?”
“Fuck yeah…get in there…come on…”
Well, that sounded way too alpha for me.
“Nope,” I said pulling my hand out, bringing a look of drugged shock to his face.
“Why?”
“I’m helping you out John, you’re the one with the dirty ass. You’re the one that needs help, you don’t tell me what to do.”
“Sorry…am sorry…”
“Nope, you need to apologize for real.”
“So sorry…please…please…”
I paused for half a second…no way he could be this fucking submissive already!
“What do you want me to do?”
“Help me…please…”
“Help you want?”
“My ass…please…”
“Beg me, John…”
“PLEASE!! I’ll do anything…please…”
“Anything?” I asked?
He nodded.
I opened my dresser drawer and brought out the small vibrator I had there it was thin, but it had a powerful vibration to it and a remote. Perfect for driving straight jocks insane. As I prepped him I wondered, first Eli and him…only Sammy seemed to have the true alpha vibe that turned me on. How was it both brothers were already so broken? I slipped it in his ass and then turned it on to the lowest setting and the effect was like night and day. John whimpered and tried to push back on it, his fucking muscular body jerking all over, trying to get more pleasure than he was getting.
I moved up and straddled his chest, slapping his face with my cock.
“Open up John.”
He opened his eyes and saw my cock right there.
“You want my help, open your mouth.”
“Please…”
“You want me to help you? Then you help me. Open your mouth.”
He just locked eyes with me, and even though he was fucked up, there was a line, things he would not do. And normally that would be the end of it. But he was fucked up, in heat, and had no way to get himself off. To make my point I turned the vibrator up and his eyes close as he growled in ecstasy.
Then I turned it back down.
His eyes flew open in a panic and I smiled.
“You help me first.”
He looked at my cock and then slowly, he opened his mouth and closed his eyes.
I smiled as I laid the head of my cock on his tongue.
“Get to work.” I barked.
And John Parker, 265, quarterback for the Aggies, alpha jock made of pure muscle with a ten-inch cock…began to suck me off tentatively at first. But when I turned the vibrator up his tongue began to pick up the pace.
Within minutes, he was slurping on my cock like a champ.
Yeah, his was going to be a good night.
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