The three weeks had flown by in a blur of sweat, moans, and the relentless pursuit of perfection. Each session pushed me further, testing my limits, but both Chris and I could easily last 9 minutes with no problem. We were so close now.
Uncle Rick was told I was doing the training too, and he set up a call with us right after, making sure we were ready and mature enough to see the training through to the end. “You’ll have to trust me,” he said, and Chris and I agreed.
Chris took a video of me from behind as I was training. “That’s right, spread his cheeks so I can see the wand in his hole.” “Good, Julio, that’s how it’s done, no rush.” Chris took a video of my face as he pushed the wand in. “Yes, Julio, work through it,” he said, and then, as Chris was working my hole, my face showed the distress of my brother’s thrusting and twisting of the wand inside me. “No pain, no gain, Julio. Clamp down on it, make sure you’re gripping it as Chris pulls it out,” and I did as I was told.
I did the same for Chris, and Uncle Rick was very, very happy with us. “Well, damn,” he said, “two for the price of one,” as he laughed. “You two are perfect. Continue the training, and I will see you soon.”
The physical training was brutal, but what really messed with me was how it made me question everything I thought I knew about who I was and what I wanted. Each grueling session didn’t just harden my muscles; it felt like it was chiseling away at my thoughts, reshaping the very core of who I was.
Sometimes, I wondered if this transformation was a good thing. "I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was losing myself. I couldn’t tell if I was becoming who I wanted or just Uncle Rick’s vision, the line between the two blurring daily.
It’s been three weeks, and Chris had a date with Sara. He was joyful and full of anticipation. “Today’s the day, man!” Chris shouted, pulling me into a rough hug before we broke into our usual wrestling match. “I don’t know why, but I’ve got a really good feeling about tonight,” Chris said, grinning as he did a little celebratory hip thrust.
Sara had been completely taken off guard by Chris’s lack of sexual attention. He went from horndog to passive, and she made sure to tell him, accusing him of losing interest in her. Tonight, her dorm sisters were gone, and she wanted him there to “Netflix and chill.”
“So, what’s the latest from Uncle Rick?” I asked, knowing he was probably hovering over us like usual, making sure we didn’t slack off.
“It’s a go.” Chris nodded with determination. ““Uncle Rick wants me to come over this Sunday—he said it’s time for the next phase, something about ‘putting everything I’ve learned to use immediately.’”
Chris looked great—strong, well-shaped, and smooth-skinned, just as Uncle Rick wante. Chris pulled on his blue jockstrap, and darn it, it framed his ass so well. “I can't wait,” he said, jumping face-down on his bed, fake thrusting into his bed giving me a front row view of his sculpted ass. Uncle Rick’s voice echoed in my head, “You’re becoming exactly what I need.” I had taken it as a compliment at the time, but now…
He put on some Wrangler blue jeans that only accentuated his thick, strong body. Like I said, he was looking a lot like Dad more and more, his sharp features slowly but surely overcoming the baby face he had all through high school. He went from looking cute to looking like a man.
“Ok, bro, wish me luck,” he said as he jokingly patted my crotch, sending me jumping back. He laughed as I hugged him, squeezing his ass. ‘Make me proud,’ I said.
The rush of the motor and the top 10 pop songs were ringing as he drove off to the main road to head out to work and then to see Sara.
It had been a long day at school. Now that I could not jerk off as I wanted, I was horny all the time. I could only cum from sex training, but I was sure the results would be worth the effort I was putting in now.
I couldn’t help but daydream during the day about my brother power-fucking as I plunged the wand in his ass and turned it to drive him crazy. His balls slapped around as his round, muscular ass strained and flexed, fucking the toy while his pink hole winked incessantly under the wand’s vibrating control.
I would get so hard that I had to catch my breath a few times to help my hard-on subside. I was looking a lot at the girls at school, imagining myself power-fucking them as well, ultimately being the man on campus.
Uncle Rick wasn’t just preparing us physically; he was reshaping our very identities. The idea of becoming “studs” was more than just a physical transformation—it was about embodying a certain kind of power, control, and confidence that extended far beyond the bedroom.
Our track meet after class was pretty standard—a group huddle and then breaking into groups to do our 3-mile run.
Running in those barely-there shorts was bad enough, but the real struggle was the way everything seemed to turn me on now. The wind, the way my body moved—everything felt amplified, like my senses were on overdrive.
We were taught by Coach Adams to ignore the looks and focus on what our goals were for the day. “Wow, big boy!” I heard a group of ladies drive by in their convertible. “Mark, they were talking to you,” I said, laughing. “Nah, bro, look down,” Mark said. I looked down to see I was running with a semi-erect penis. It was easily at 6 inches as it bounced with my balls to the rhythm of my stride.
“Shit,” I yelled, pulling my shorts outward at the seam as if to air my crotch out. “If you can pee, it will go away,” Mark said as he signaled with his head to some covered tree-line area near the park. We dashed to it while yelling to the rest of the team, “We need to pee.” “If you shake it more than twice, you're playing with yourself,” they yelled back as they passed us.
“Aaww, shit,” I said as I pulled out my dick and started to pee, lost in that feeling of release. I looked over at Mark, who was looking at my cock, but I ignored it. This is not the first time Mark and I have been naked at school or on meets next to each other. “Danger has passed,” I announced. My 4-inch cock was now flaccid. Mark was laughing as he did the helicopter with his dick, and I joined in.
Strange, I thought. I had never paid much attention to Mark. He was in excellent shape as well. He had a full bush, but the feature that made him stand out at the moment was his very thick cock. I noticed he noticed I was looking. I laughed. “Put that brick away, man.”
We quickly caught up to the group, finishing the 3-mile loop together.
I got home, showered, and immediately got a hard-on, but I was in training, and I was not about to mess this up. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt as I made my way to the kitchen. I figured I would eat, then head back to study in my room and call it a night. I had some reports due on Monday and might as well get those out of the way.
I got to the kitchen and whipped up some sandwiches. It was Friday, and it was our parents’ date night with the Smiths, so I would be alone pretty late.
I could already hear my mom saying, “I’m too old to be getting hangovers.” Chris and I thought it was funny.
“Hey there, son,” I heard my dad say. It was so funny to me that my dad had such a deep voice yet was so soft-spoken. I always figured it was due to his southern upbringing. You could still hear a little of the southern twang in his voice.
Dad always said it was Mom’s accent that caught his attention, but I’ve seen the way they look at each other. It’s more than that. It’s like they share this unspoken understanding that goes way beyond words. Mom would always say, “It was my ass,” to close friends and extended family whenever he brought that up, making him blush instantly.
“Hey, Dad, what’s up?” I said, not looking over. “Wait,” I said, “What about date night?” I asked as I turned to face him. “Well, I had to be at work a little late and just told your mom to go on her own. You know she loves her margaritas,” he said with a laugh.
Dad walked into the kitchen. He was shirtless and “nipples out,” As mom would say. I always looked up to my dad, the quiet strength he carried, the way he seemed comfortable in his own skin. It was like he had this effortless way of being a man. I wondered if I’d ever get there—or if I was on a completely different path now.
I couldn’t help but see how good he looked, his arms still defined, his face sharp and angled like a statue. Darn it, I thought I should have taken some wrestling classes because that body shape was still there—thick and strong.
“What’s on your agenda?” he asked. I filled him in, and he nodded. “I’m just gonna watch some TV and crash early. It’s been a rough day.” “Ok, Dad, take it easy,” I said as I hugged him. My dad bear-hugged me and lifted me, making sure that I knew I was still his kid.
“Ok,“Son, I’ll let you get back to your business,” he said as he pointed with his eyes at my crotch. I was rock hard. “Seriously, just shoot me now,” I groaned, trying not to laugh too hard as the awkwardness passed, the blood draining from my cock. “It’s okay, son. I was a kid too. Sometimes the most random things would trigger me,” he said with a smile. “Same,” I said. “If you don’t mind, I’ll go back to my room and die now,” I said as we broke out laughing again.
I was hard at work on my assignments when I heard Mom come in, loud talking and laughing. “She’s drunk,” I thought as I looked at the clock and noticed it was just about midnight.
Shit, I thought, tomorrow we get the next step in Uncle Rick’s training. I was nervous, but I was excited as well. I had come a long way from 3 minutes to almost 9 minutes, but now the time had come to take the next step. My body felt stronger, my confidence growing, but the strange undercurrent was still there, lurking beneath the surface.
Saturday was a buzz of activity. Dad and I were working in the yard; I was mowing the front lawn while Dad trimmed the bushes and tree branches from my mom’s lush green garden. Mom, well, she was the manager and official water girl, oh, and she was watering her plants in between activities.
“Hi there, big boy,” I looked up, recognizing the voice—the same voice that had called out to us while we were running with Mark. “Yes, you,” it was a woman in her 30s in a white convertible. She was wearing a red sundress that had just enough cleavage to bone me up. “Hello, Ms. White,” I said in a shy voice.
She leaned closer. “You can call me Cindy, Uhmm…I see the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” as she eyed my sweaty, shirtless dad. She leaned forward, giving me a better look at her ample breasts. “See you around,” she said as she drove off rather quickly.
My mother raised an eyebrow. “What was that about?” as she walked up next to me. “She said hi,” I replied, “and then she drove off. “Is that lady okay?” I wondered aloud, pretending not to know what had happened.
“Well, being divorced for three years might be…uhm…driving her crazy,” Mom said. “Go help your dad with the piles of cuttings; I’ll finish up here,” Mom said as she took over the lawn mowing. I mean, I was almost done.
When we were finished, Mom came out with Irish Spring soap and a washcloth. “You know the deal,” she said. “No one comes in with all this dirt into my clean home. ¡Jamas!” she yelled like any good Latina.
“Do it, or she’ll kill us both,” Dad said in his dad voice.
“Fine,” I sighed. We rinsed off in the backyard.
“Here you go, son,” Mom handed me a towel to dry off.
“Straight to the shower,” she ordered. I dried my feet and made a run for the door.
“No running!” she yelled as I bolted up the stairs.
“As for you, big boy,” I heard her tell my dad as I closed the door and started the shower.
For some reason, I preferred not to see my parents kiss; I figured it would save me from needing therapy in the near future.
“Julio,” I heard my brother yell from the door a few minutes later.
“Yes, Mom!” I yelled, mimicking him.
“Fucker,” he yelled as he opened the door and came inside. He was already shedding his clothes as he made room for himself in the shower, pushing me aside while jabbing me with his hands. It was always fun to monkey around with Chris.
“Did Mom and Dad head out already?” I asked.
“Dad said they need to do some shopping and grab a late lunch after,” Chris replied.
“Alright, don’t keep me in suspense—how’d it go?” I asked, barely able to hide my excitement.
“It was fucking amazing, bro! I killed it,” he said proudly. “She had two orgasms to my one!” he exclaimed with excitement. “This training is working!”
I was over the moon with excitement and happiness. I knew how worried Chris had been and how important it was that this training worked. His confidence was back, and he was more committed than ever to seeing the training through to the end.
“I’m meeting with Uncle Rick tomorrow.” Chris’s voice was thoughtful. “but I think we should go together. What do you think?”
“Yes, I mean, he already knows I’m doing the training too, so yeah, let's go together.”
As I stepped out of the shower, toweling off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the fogged-up mirror. The reflection staring back at me wasn’t quite the Julio I remembered. There was something different in my eyes, something harder, colder. Was this really who I wanted to become? I could feel the weight of Uncle Rick’s expectations pressing down on me, molding me into someone else. But who was that person?
“Ok, I’ll wake you up early to make the drive,” Chris said. “We can pick up some breakfast and eat with Uncle.”
Uncle Rick, ever the bachelor, cycled through relationships quickly, his excitement fading as fast as it came. I don’t know how many names Chris and I have had to memorize month after month, for years. He had his own home near a lake and worked from home. He had a large circle of friends that he loved hosting for BBQs, game nights, and so forth. He was very social, unlike my dad, and very fit. He loved going to the gym at least three times a week. While my dad’s body was shaped by sports, Uncle Rick’s body was sculpted in the gym.
“Ok, goodnight, brother.” Chris hugged me as my hard-on pressed against him. Instead of his usual teasing, Chris’s hug lingered a bit longer than normal. "His grip lingered longer than usual, as if he was silently pulling strength from our bond, both of us knowing that what lay ahead needed more than just physical endurance."
Then He clutched his imaginary pearls and said, “Down, boy!” while pointing at my hardon. We laughed hard before putting on our pajamas and heading to bed.
I was fucking this blonde. She was pushing her breasts together, yelling, “Yes, baby, fuck me!” I was thrusting hard as I watched her play with her nipples, a glint of something at the tips as I leaned down to suck on them. “You like the honey?” she asked as I moaned, sucking hard on each nipple, driving her crazy. “Yes, harder,” she said in the sexiest moan, and it was…driving me crazy!
“I’m getting close,” I yelled as she said, “I got you, baby.” I looked down at her, and one of her fingers was huge—long and thick—as she reached behind and slid it into my ass. “Yeah, baby,” I said as I began to power fuck her hard and without restraint. “You like this finger in your ass, baby?” she asked as she jabbed into me. “Yes, fuck me, baby,” I replied.
“Oooh, baby, you’re so bad,” she said as she showed me her other hand, revealing another huge finger. “You ready, slut?” she said, and I replied, “Yes, finger fuck meeeeee!” I yelled.
I jolted awake, heart pounding, the dream still vivid in my mind. The sheets were tangled around me, and my body was responding to the echoes of the dream. I shook my head, trying to shake off the lingering sensations as I checked the time. It was almost morning
My nights had been filled with restless dreams, the kind that left me breathless and frustrated. Not that the jerkoff diet was making things any easier.
“Get your shit together, JULIO,” I thought, reaching for my phone. It was 6 a.m., almost time to get up anyway, so I might as well get some push-ups and sit-ups out of the way.
“Ready, bro?” I heard Chris yell at me.
“Yes, Mom,” I yelled back as he barged into the room. After some horseplay and a few crotch grabs, we were all packed up and ready to do the three-hour drive.
The drive gave us a chance to reflect, not just on what we’d been through, but on what was ahead. “It’s funny,” Chris started, “how something that started as just training can dig so deep into who we are, right?” I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant, the unspoken weight of our shared journey hanging between us.
“We are the champions, my friends…” Every song that came on, especially the classic road trip songs, was fair game for us to sing badly on the road.
I thought it was funny that Chris’s voice hadn’t caught up to his body yet. It was still smooth, with just a hint of raspiness in it—a foreshadowing of a much deeper voice fighting its way out.
My voice was much like Dad’s, deep with a hollow boom when I spoke. Unlike Dad’s restraint, I was a little more rash in my language. Still, when Dad was upset… run for the hills. That voice was enough to put my brother and me on high alert for a coming ass-whipping.
“Dude, I gotta piss so bad,” I muttered, hoping Chris wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.
“Oh man, it would be you to slow us down with that bladder,” he joked. “Next thing I know, you’re going to ask me if we’re there yet.” We laughed.
“I mean, are we close though?” I said, pulling his chain.
“I knew it,” he said as he pulled into a rest stop.
“‘I’ll wait for you at the shop,” Chris said. “Gonna grab some snacks.”
I hopped out and walked into a busy restroom, every urinal occupied by hulking truckers.
Darn it, I thought. Let’s see... I spotted the last stall was empty. It was missing the door, but that was fine. I was just going to pee.
The grunting sound was just loud enough for me to hear. I glanced slightly to the side and could make out the outline of a man’s face pressed against the back wall. “Mmmm,” came a low moan, followed by the unmistakable slapping of balls.
Shit, some guy was getting fucked, and hard. I looked down at my feet and saw two distinct pairs of shoes, slightly peeking out from the stall next to mine and into mine. “Take it, slut,” came a whispered command from the guy doing the fucking.
It was the combination of the training and the raw, primal sounds that boned me up fast. I stood there frozen as the noises seeped into my stall.
“Here, buddy, let me help you with that,” I felt a big body press behind me, the smell of a smoker clinging to him. One hand went to my neck, forcing my face up, while the other hand grabbed my cock and began to jerk me.
"Arggg," I grunted from the mix of pleasure and surprise. "You're too young to fuck, but I'll take what I can get, slut," he said as he pumped my cock hard and fast.
“Big boy,” I heard another voice say. “He’s still young,” the guy pressed behind me added.
“Got it,” said the new man. “I’ll use one finger then,” he said. “Oooo shit,” I moaned as he slipped a finger in my ass. Moments later I was now grunting and moaning. I could fight back, yet I didn’t. “Fuck yeah, the boy loves it,” the old man behind me said.As I was held in place.
Every jam into my ass sent shivers of pleasure through my body. The assault on my dick was pushing me to my limits. “That’s it, boy. Don’t resist, because it won’t help,” said the big guy behind me. I could feel a thick cock pressing against my back.
The guy jamming his finger in my ass reached out and started rolling and squeezing my balls. “Aaaaaa,” I moaned.
The sounds of low whispers and pissing were still going on around me, like no one could see what was happening, and if they did, it was like a silent code that no one crossed. I was going to cum soon. I was being played with, and regardless of the pleasure I was feeling, I wasn’t into men. I had to stand my ground, but how? It was so easy to give in to the pleasure, to just let them take control. ‘No, Julio! Take control,’ I thought, telling myself, “I’ve been training, and I can handle this. Fuck these fuckers,” I yelled in my mind.
“Is that all?” I said loudly, stunning them with my comment, both freezing mid-movement. Like I said—my dad’s voice, but with none of the restraint.
I kicked back, hitting someone right in the balls. “Oh shit,” I heard him fall over, struggling to hold back his cries of pain. I pulled the hand off my dick and turned with a smile as the old man with the beard stood in shock. I drove my knee into his bricked-up dick. “Aaaaarrg,” he groaned, collapsing backward.
"Daddy didn't raise no bitch," I yelled in my head. I was slim, but I wasn’t fragile; sports had forged my frame and muscles to be strong and resilient. I was stronger than I looked.
I quickly pulled my pants back on, relieved to see the truckers laughing at the men on the floor. As I ran back to meet Chris.
My brother was already in the truck waiting for me. “Well, shit, what took you so long?” he asked.
“Sorry, I had to take a shit too.” I shrugged. As I climbed back into the truck, I couldn’t help but replay the scene in the restroom over and over in my head. The way those men had taken control so easily, how I had almost surrendered to the pleasure—it scared me.
“That would explain the lack of color on your face,” Chris replied with a laugh. “Let’s hit the next exit for gas, and then we can tackle the last stretch.”
Fifteen minutes later, we pulled into a busy gas station just before entering the wooded area of our trip. As we got out of the truck, we heard a familiar voice.
“Hey there, boys,” someone called out. We turned our heads and saw Matt, an old family friend. We hadn’t seen him in years. He walked over, taller and more muscular than I remembered. Damn, was every older guy hitting the gym? I thought to myself. He had his truck with two horses in the back.
“Look at you two, all grown up,” Matt grinned, pulling Chris into a bear hug that swallowed him up.
“Nice to see you too, Matt,” Chris managed to say, struggling to get free.
“Not too grown yet,” Matt teased, keeping Chris in place. Matt finally set Chris down. “You’ve grown so big.” I could have sworn Chris had a chub as he adjusted his jeans after that lift, his pants having ridden up to frame his package.
“You two were just kids, and now look at you—studs in the making, I’m sure,” Matt said, giving us both a lingering look.
“And how about you?” he said as he lifted me up effortlessly, his familiar scent and the sensation of his breath against my neck sending shivers down my spine.
“Hi, Matt,” I said, not bothering to struggle. Matt was six foot two and weighed about 250 pounds, built like a farmer with dirty red hair. “A stud in the making,” he repeated as he set me back down, his eyes roaming over me.
He looked us over. “What brings you out to our neck of the woods?”
“We’re heading up to visit Uncle Rick,” Chris said.
“Oooh, okay,” Matt replied, his eyes filling with a knowing look.
“Have you seen him?” I asked, noticing Matt seemed momentarily lost in thought.
“Yeah, I’ve seen the old man,” Matt said, snapping out of his daydream. “Always on a date, never pinned down—by a woman, at least,” he added with a laugh. “I’m supposed to meet up with him in a couple of weeks, breaking in some studs.”
“I didn’t know Uncle Rick had horses,” I said, surprised. “It’s been a while since I rode one.”
“Well, you won’t have to worry about that just now,” Matt replied with a smile. “Rick’s just looking into it. He’s been telling us for months now that he’s almost ready to get some of his own.”
We said our goodbyes, filled up the truck with fuel, and got back on the road.
Something felt off as I climbed back into the truck, Matt’s gaze still lingering in my mind. I forced a grin, deciding to focus on the road ahead instead of the unease that twisted in my gut.
“Hello, Uncle. We’re a little more than an hour away,” Chris said as he talked on the phone. “Yeah, let me put you on,” he said as he put the phone on speaker. “Go ahead, Uncle.”
“The next phase of your training isn’t just about endurance,” Uncle Rick explained as he laid out the plan. “It’s about mastering the mental game. You’ve both come a long way physically, but now I want you to focus on control—controlling your urges, your thoughts, and your reactions, as well as learning to give away that control to someone else.
“This is where boys are separated from men. It’s not just about pushing your body, it’s about breaking down those barriers in your mind. You’ll face things that will challenge every belief you hold about yourself. Don’t let me down, he said sternly. “Are you two ready to let me control you as we move on to the next step in your sex training?”
Chris and I, full of excitement, eagerly agreed.
“Perfect, “I’ll see you soon.” Uncle Rick’s voice carried a finality.
Chris and I exchanged a look of both excitement and concern. “You ready?” Chris asked.
“Yes, are you?” I replied.
“Uncle knows what he’s doing. I had great results with Sara, so I’m sticking to it,” Chris said with determination. “We have to learn to control and also to give up control. Fine, I’ll do it.”
“If you do it, I’ll do it,” I agreed.
“Good, bro,” Chris said as we fist-pumped and shook hands on it.
As we settled into the rhythm of the drive, the tension from the rest stop began to dissipate. The open road stretched ahead, giving me time to process everything that had happened and what was yet to come.
Not 15 minutes later, like any good younger brother, I said, “Are we here yet?” This sent Chris into a full-on rant that I enjoyed thoroughly.
As they settled back into the rhythm of the drive, the tension from the rest stop began to dissipate. No matter how hard I tried, Uncle Rick’s words kept echoing in my mind, gnawing at my thoughts like a relentless whisper I couldn’t ignore. “ When you’re ready, I’ll show you just how much you have to offer—how much others will crave it.” At the time, I took it as motivation, but now, after what had happened, it felt more like a warning—or a promise.
I glanced over at Chris, who seemed oblivious, humming along to the radio. Maybe Chris wasn’t picking up on it, or maybe he was just better at ignoring it. Either way, I knew things were getting more complicated.
As the miles passed, I couldn’t help but think back to what had just happened. The whole encounter replayed in my mind, a twisted trial I hadn’t anticipated, leaving me questioning everything I thought I could handle.
