The drive to Uncle Rick’s house felt longer than usual. The familiar landscape blurred outside the window, but inside the truck, my thoughts were razor-sharp, cutting through the comfortable silence that had settled between us. Chris hummed along to the radio, seemingly carefree, but I could feel the weight of what was coming. Uncle Rick’s words from the call still echoed in my mind, a sinister melody that refused to fade: “Are you two ready to let me control you?”
Control. It was a simple word, but the more I thought about it, the more it twisted in my gut like a knife. I couldn’t tell if I was more afraid of giving it up or of what I might become if I didn’t. Chris seemed unfazed, eager even, to dive into this next phase, but I was starting to question everything.
I remembered the look in Matt’s eyes when he mentioned Uncle Rick—there was something there, something unsaid that gnawed at me. Was it fear? Admiration? Or something else entirely? Whatever it was, it lingered in my mind, feeding the growing sense of unease that had settled in my chest since we left the rest stop.
As we turned onto the winding road leading to Uncle Rick’s house, the trees seemed to close in around us, their shadows stretching long and dark across the pavement. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the nerves that threatened to unravel me. Whatever lay ahead, I knew it wouldn’t just test our bodies—it would test the very core of who we were.
We pulled up into the driveway as Uncle Rick waved us to park the car in the garage. As the garage door shut behind us, the weight of the decision we’d made settled in. 'Are you sure about this?' I asked, my voice low, almost swallowed by the quiet anticipation of what was to come. “Yes, no turning back now” Chris replies.
We grabbed our bags and headed inside.
Uncle Rick smiled. “There you are, my boys,” he said as we made our way to the couch and got settled. “Are you ready?” he asked, looking us over.
“Yes,” Chris replied.
“Good, Chris. I think you’ve already seen the benefits of the training,” Uncle Rick said, beaming.
“Uncle, it was amazing!” Chris responded, his pride shining through.
“How about you, Julio? Are you ready?” Uncle Rick asked.
I looked over at Chris, and I knew I would follow. "Yes, Uncle. I’m ready," I said, the words coming out steadier than I felt. The uncertainty gnawed at me, but I forced it down—this was about proving myself—to Chris, to Uncle Rick, and to myself.
“Good. You’re now ready to move on to the next part of your training,” he said, standing up and smiling. It had been at least a year since we had last seen Uncle Rick, and he was on the verge of looking like a bodybuilder. He was all muscle, and the features he shared with my dad made him look like those rugged men in old cigarette commercials. He was wearing tight jeans, a white tank top, and well-worn boots that completed the look.
“Okay, strip,” Rick’s command left no room for thought. I glanced at Chris, who was already halfway there, his shirt tossed aside. My hands moved on their own, stripping away any hesitation along with my clothes.
“All of it. While at the house, I want you naked,” he said sternly as Chris and I finished pulling off our pants.
“I’ll be right back; I need to grab something from the bedroom,” Uncle Rick said as he walked out of the living room, the wooden floors creaking with his steps.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked Chris as I pulled my socks off.
“Yes, I trust Uncle to shape us into studs like he promised. I’m ready to do the work,” Chris said as he pulled his pants off, leaving only his white jockstrap in place. “If you want to back out, you can. I mean, you’re just 18—” - “I’m doing it,” I cut him off.
Chris smiled. “Good. We’re doing this together,” he said as we fist-pumped.
I couldn’t help but notice how the jockstrap clung to him, accentuating every curve of his muscular thighs and the firm roundness of his ass. The sight sent an unexpected surge through me, a heat that I quickly tried to push away. But the way the fabric stretched taut over his skin, highlighting the strength in his legs, making me momentarily forget the uncertainty gnawing at me.
“Okay, stand next to each other so I can take some measurements,” Uncle Rick said as he returned, holding a measuring tape. Rick’s hands moved methodically over Chris, nodding with approval before turning to me. My pulse quickened as he approached, his measuring tape feeling more like a judgment than a tool. “Good, Julio. You’re filling out nicely as well.”
“Now, let’s measure your cocks,” Uncle Rick said. I was stunned. I had never heard Uncle Rick talk to us like this, ever.
“Pull them out and jerk off until you’re hard,” he instructed. I looked over at Chris as he pulled his dick out of his jockstrap and began to massage it. “Good, Chris. That’s how it’s done.”
I pulled my cock out and began to do the same, feeling it fill with blood almost instantly. “That’s the spirit, Julio,” Uncle Rick said as he came over and got on his knees. He grabbed my cock in his hands, squeezed it, then moved it around, examining its shape and texture. “8 inches,” he wrote down on a list he had for each of us.
He then went over to Chris, grabbed his cock, and jerked him a little, sending shivers down Chris’s legs. “Control it, Chris,” Uncle Rick instructed. When he was satisfied, he measured Chris. “8.2 inches,” he wrote on the list.
“Now, boys, the house has coverage from all areas, with the bushes and trees, and the tall fence keeps you out of view. I want the jockstraps off as well,” Uncle Rick said. Chris and I complied, taking them off.
“Good. Now get on all fours. I want to inspect your holes,” Uncle Rick ordered. My mind was swirling, but I had promised to follow through. If Chris didn’t have a problem with it, why should I?
We got on all fours, and Uncle Rick quickly went to work, measuring and then taking some pictures for before and after comparisons. He massaged our asses and even gave them a hard squeeze as he inspected us. I immediately sprang a boner.
“Nice, Julio,” Uncle Rick said as he moved behind me and began jerking my cock slowly. I noticed Chris was looking, but I ignored it. “How does it feel?” Uncle Rick asked.
I was fighting to keep the moans from escaping. “Uh-huh, it feels great,” I said as he continued to jerk me off slowly and meticulously. “Mmmm,” I moaned as he used one of his hands to pull on my nuts. He noticed the precum forming on the tip of my cock, and he slipped his fingers over it, taking it on his fingertips. “Now, Chris, come over here and taste it,” Uncle Rick commanded. To my surprise, Chris walked over on all fours and sucked on Uncle Rick’s fingers, lapping them into his mouth. “Excellent, Chris. You’re already doing so well.”
*Ring, ring…* The doorbell’s shrill ring sliced through the room, sending a jolt of panic down my spine. My breath caught as the reality of our situation hit me—there was no hiding now.
“Shit,” I heard Chris say. “Should we run and hide?” I whispered.
“No, we stay,” Chris replied. We were both on all fours, facing away from the door when we heard it open.
“Hey there, Matt “How are you doing?” Chris and I looked at each other in surprise. We heard some chatter, but then Rick said, “Yeah, they made it just fine. Come in and say hello.” Chris and I turned our heads straight toward the wall in front of us, trying to process what was happening.
“Well, shit, they look great,” we heard Matt say. I could only imagine how we looked—down on the floor, naked, exposing our asses and holes to him.
“I was just going to test their limits to make sure they’re on track,” Rick said with a smile in his tone.
“Guys, don’t be rude. Say hi to Matt,” Rick instructed. I looked to see Chris turn his head slightly.
“Hi, Matt. Nice to see you again,” Chris said, his face blushing with embarrassment.
“I told you when I saw you, you’ve grown a lot,” Matt replied, his eyes glazed with lust.
“Hi, Matt,” I added, trying to steady my voice.
“You too, buddy. You’re coming along just fine,” Matt said as he looked at my exposed ass.
Rick's voice cut through the haze of lust like a whip. 'Let’s see what you’re made of,' he said, his eyes gleaming with a challenge as he set the clocks. 'Chris, you’re with me. Julio, Matt's got you.' The room seemed to shrink as we prepared ourselves, our bodies already primed for the test." Rick brought out two sex trainers and placed one under each of us. “Matt, mind helping me lube them?” I heard the bottle of lube pop open.
“Yeah, no problem. Anything to help these studs along,” Matt responded.
I felt Matt’s thick hands encircle my cock, lathering it up and down, sending electric shocks through my body. I was rock hard, and I was being milked by Matt. I heard my brother moan as Rick rolled his balls in one hand and stroked his dick with the other.
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned, unable to hold it back.
“That’s my boy,” Matt said with satisfaction.
They then pushed us into the sex toys and sat back on the couch, positioning themselves for an excellent view of both of us. “Start,” Rick commanded as we heard two clocks beep to life.
As I began to push down, I noticed Chris was already working his cock into the toy. “Come on, Julio, together,” Chris encouraged.
I thrust my body into a downward dog position, driving deep into the toy. The slurping sounds filled the living room as Chris and I both power-fucked the sex toys. “Good job,” I heard someone say from behind, followed by the sound of clicking cameras. Chris and I were practicing our thrusts from different angles and power levels, just as Rick had taught us.
“They’re fucking hot,” I heard Matt whisper to Rick.
I made sure to pull out just to the edge of my cockhead before plunging deep into the sex toy again. “Yes, that’s how it’s done,” Matt said approvingly. “That’s it, Chris, grind into it after every thrust for the best feeling,” Rick instructed Chris.
I glanced over at my brother as he looked over at me. He was blushing, and sweat was forming on his brow from all the effort. His body was thick and muscular, his ass pulsing after every thrust, and I began to copy his movements. We were fucking at the same pace and using the same techniques. If he changed, I changed to match him.
“That’s my boys!” Rick yelled. “Now, Chris, show your brother your ass, show him how it’s done.”
Chris turned away from me, giving me a clear view of his strong legs spread wide open, revealing his pink hole, as he exposed himself so completely, so willingly. “Aaaaaa,” Chris let out a deep, guttural moan that reverberated through the room
“Is his hole winking?” Matt asked, and although I couldn’t make out Rick’s response, I heard Matt mutter, “Well, damn.”
"Julio, get close to your brother and keep going," Rick directed, his voice laced with authority. I was so horny I couldn’t resist. I slid over and hugged Chris’s chest from behind. He was grunting, I was grunting, and we were both now in wild abandonment, fucking as hard and as deep as we could. Chris’s ass was moving up to my chest with every thrust, his pink hole winking as he plunged deep, giving me the most intense view.
“Aaawwwe, shit, I'm getting close!” I yelled.
“Meeee too!” my brother grunted, and then we both shouted in unison, “FUUUUCKKK!” as our cocks exploded. The intensity of the sensation was overwhelming, unlike anything I had ever felt before, and I knew it was because I was sharing this intimate moment with my brother.
As the waves of my orgasm finally subsided, Rick’s voice broke through the haze. 'Did you enjoy that, boys?' he asked, but the question felt more like a statement, as if he already knew the answer.
"Yesssss," we both answered, our voices tinged with a mix of satisfaction and something darker—resignation. As the tremors of our shared orgasm faded, the reality of what we’d become settled in like a cold shadow.
“Shiiit,” my brother groaned, still deep in the toy as he lay forward. I lay on top of Chris, my cock nestled between his spread ass cheeks. His skin was warm, his body trembling slightly from the aftershocks. The intimacy of the moment hit me hard—the fact that we had just shared something so intense, so raw.
Uncle Rick approached and snapped several photos of us in that position. He knelt down, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled my face up to meet his eyes. “Are you sure you can handle this training?” he asked.
“Yes, yes I can,” I replied.
Rick exchanged a glance with Matt, a silent signal passing between them. Without a word, they stood and began stripping, their bodies revealed as if this was the most natural next step, and we watched, breathless, knowing what was coming. Rick looked even better naked, revealing a long, impressive 9-inch cock—not too thick, not too thin—with large, low-hanging balls similar to ours. Matt, on the other hand, was heavier set but sported a thick, veiny cock, nearly as thick as a soda can.
Rick pulled out the sex trainer and placed it near Matt, who was now leaning back on the sofa with his dick in full display. He then took Chris's sex trainer and placed it near his feet. Chris and I sat on our knees only a few feet away, still recovering from our orgasms.
"Now, Chris, crawl over to Matt," Rick instructed, and Chris obeyed without hesitation. "Julio, crawl to me," he continued, and I followed his command.
There was a moment of silence, giving me time to reconsider. Was this really what I wanted?
"Chris, start sucking dick," Rick instructed with a firm tone. Chris didn’t hesitate, leaning forward, his breath catching as he tried to take in more than he could handle. "Suck him like your girlfriend sucked you off last night," he was urged, and Chris complied with feverish delight.
"Julio," a voice called, and I turned to face my uncle, his features sharp and commanding. "Start sucking my dick," he ordered. I grabbed it and began sucking. Soon, I was emulating my brother's movements, striving to perform correctly despite having less experience.
"Slurp," "aaaaaa," we both moaned, choking on the dicks we were servicing. "Take it easy, Chris," Matt murmured as he pushed further, guiding Chris’s movements with steady pressure. "Uhhphh!" my brother yelped as it slid past his lips and deep into his throat. His face blushed as he struggled to time his breaths correctly—to breathe and still suck as the dick slipped further down his throat.
I wasted no time and began once again to follow my brother's lead. I was slobbering and hacking as Rick's dick slipped past my mouth and into my throat. Matt smiled and said, "Look at them, they're both hard," as he pulled out of Chris. My brother's breath was raspy as he looked over to see me, my mouth impaled by Rick's 9-inch cock.
"That's it, Julio, fight the feeling of panic. "Relax, Julio, I’m going deeper—just a little more," Rick whispered, the tension in his voice thickening." The only sound I could make was a guttural "aaarrgg," as tears ran down my face. "That's it, it's all the way in," Rick said with pride. "You have 9 inches of cock in your throat, that's an accomplishment, especially for a first-timer," he said with a sinister smile. I struggled to breathe, my throat constricting around Rick as he pushed deeper.
"Anytime you need to stop, Julio… or," Rick’s grin widened, "you can show me just how committed you are." I glanced over at Chris, whose mouth was similarly impaled; his face was a bright red, his eyes bulging slightly as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Struggling to stay awake as shadows began to cloud my vision, I shook my head slightly, attempting to stave off the encroaching darkness, but it was futile; I was on the verge of passing out. I stole one last look at my brother, who was also battling to remain conscious.
"That’s excellent, hold on as long as you can. Show me you can do it, show me you can suck cock," my uncle roared. "Rick, uhm," Matt interjected with concern as he noticed my brother's face changing colors. "No, Matt, just leave him; he can pull out anytime. Look at their cocks; they’re both clearly into this."
Sadly, I could see Chris's cock was actually oozing precum. "Ghaaaasssp," I heard my brother as he pulled away from Matt's dick, the thickness from his throat leaving him as he fell sideways, coughing and gasping for air.
My eyes were bulging, and I noticed spots in my vision before I pulled off Rick's cock and lay down next to my brother, both of us coughing and trying to catch our breath.
Rick's approval hung in the air like a reward hard-earned. 'You’ve proven yourselves,' he said, his hands already busy with the next set of attachments. The subtle click of plastic on plastic echoed in the room, signaling that our training was far from over. It was a plastic attachment that resembled an 8-inch dick.
"You will fuck and ride at the same time," he instructed. Rick’s instructions came without warning, sharp and clear. My body tensed in response, the urgency of his voice pushing me to act before I could process what was happening.
"Chris, you will ride Julio's sex toy, and Julio will ride yours." Without another word, we obeyed. I positioned my dick into the cum-filled hole my brother had left behind as he slid into mine. "The dildos are very flexible," he commented. "When you feel the urge to come, you will stuff your ass with it and continue. Is that clear?" Chris and I nodded our approval. "I will be timing you."
Chris and I were still hard and got to work, our balls bouncing in almost perfect unison—SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. "Damn, they're good," Matt said as Rick walked around us, taking more photos. It wasn't long before we both declared we were close. Rick gave Chris a knowing look. Without a word, Chris braced himself, his body tensing as he lowered himself onto the dildo. Rick captured the exact moment on video. "Aaaaaa, shit," Chris hissed.
I lasted a little longer, but then it was my turn."Your turn, Julio," Rick said, the light from his phone capturing my every move as I positioned the dildo. "Ooooooohhhhh," I yelped as the dildo slipped into my ass, filling me.
"Let's go, boys," he urged, and soon we were transported to another world. I was moaning and my brother was grunting as we were both fucking and being fucked at the same time. I was in pain yet also in pleasure, almost in a sitting position as I was thrusting and falling hard simultaneously. "Squeeze your nipples!" we were ordered, and we both did at the same time. "Fuuuuck," my brother moaned.
"Give in to it," Matt urged, his voice thick with approval. "What good studs you're going to make," he exclaimed as Chris and I rocked our hips back and forth, lost in the sensations of pure lust. The sounds we made filled the room, surrounded by the smell of lube and sweat.
"I'm getting close," I said. "I can't hold it!" I yelled. "Matt?" I heard Rick inquire. "Aaarrrggghh," I jerked as Matt plunged his thick tool deep into my mouth. "Now you can finish," Matt said as he looked down on me. "I’m at the edge," my brother cried out, his voice raw and desperate, but his yell was short-lived as Rick plunged deep into his throat. "Aarrrggg," Chris yelped.
After the initial shock, I was back to riding hard. All shame, fear, and self-control were gone, replaced by a primal, animalistic lust. Tears flowed as I rode a sex toy that was taking me from both ends. My jaw stretched to accommodate Matt's soda-can-sized dick as it plunged deep into my throat.
I could hear Chris’s breaths turning ragged, each one a reminder of how far we’d pushed ourselves. When I glanced over, the sight of him struggling hit me hard—this wasn’t just training anymore. But the part of me that should’ve been scared was too numb to care.
"Every move I made was no longer my own—each thrust, each gasp was dictated by the hands guiding me. I had become an extension of their will, my body a vessel for their desires."
I tried to yell as I came, but I couldn't. I was gurgling the load I had milked out of Matt's fat cock, swallowing as much as I could like a hungry slut. It was thick and salty, but I didn’t care; I was shaking and rocking as my orgasm shook the foundations of everything I thought I was. "You did well," Matt murmured as I collapsed, my body trembling as the evidence of my submission, tears marking my skin.
Rick recorded every moment with delight. "Mmmmmhhhmmmm," I heard my brother yell into Rick’s dick as he came, his whole body jerking upwards in a futile search for release. His eyes, full of tears, smiled in a moment of delirium before he slumped next to me, struggling to catch his breath.
"Good boys, you did well for 13 minutes, both of you," He said proudly. Now Chris follow me, Julio follow Matt.
Matt shared a smile with Rick, a nod to a job well done. Exhaustion clung to us as we followed our orders, crawling after them like obedient pets. The chill of the shower water barely registered as I prepared for whatever was coming next.
Matt ushered me into the shower and made sure to clean every nook and cranny, fingering me in the process which caused my cock to surge again. Matt's hands lingered as he cleaned me, his voice a mix of surprise and satisfaction. 'You’re a natural, Julio.' The words echoed in my mind as we left the shower, the cold air of the bedroom hitting my skin like a jolt back to reality. "Are you enjoying your training, Julio?" To my own surprise, I said, "Yes." A smile spread across Matts lips. "Good, we have one more thing to do."
As I was led into the main bedroom, the sight of Chris stopped me cold. He stood on the bed, strapped into a full leather harness that clung to his body, each band of dark leather accentuating the hard lines of his muscles. The harness wasn’t just there to restrain; it was there to display, turning my brother into something almost unrecognizable—a figure of raw, controlled power.
The straps cut across his chest and down his back, pulling tight around his biceps and across his abs, making every flex of his body more pronounced. His cock, hard and exposed, was held in a metal sling, forcing it to point straight at me, a cold reminder of how much control he had already lost.
For a moment, I could see our father in him—the same strong jaw, the same defiant set to his shoulders—but that only made it harder to reconcile the image in front of me. Chris wasn’t just standing there; he was on display, every part of him exposed.
His eyes flicked to mine, and in that brief connection, I saw everything—his fear, his acceptance, and the last vestiges of his control slipping away.
My uncle walked in right after, his presence commanding the room instantly. The leather harness he wore clung tightly to his muscular upper body, the dark straps cutting across his chest and shoulders, emphasizing the hard, chiseled lines of his physique. The harness didn’t just cover him—it framed him, the leather a stark contrast against his tanned skin, making him look like some kind of twisted gladiator, ready for battle.
Each step he took in his black boots echoed with authority, the leather creaking softly, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. The boots weren’t just practical; they were polished to a dark gleam, matching the harness and completing the image of power and control that he exuded effortlessly.
He wore glasses that framed his sharp features perfectly, the angular lines of the frames highlighting the intensity in his eyes. The glasses gave him an almost intellectual air, but combined with the harness and boots, they made him look both menacing and magnificent—a man who could think as sharply as he could act, who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.
Matt was recording using Rick's phone. "State your name and age," our uncle instructed. "I am Chris Freeman, I am 21 years old," Chris responded. "Do I have your permission to fuck you like a slut?" my brother replied, "Yes," his voice carrying a slight shadow of doubt.
"Now turn and show us what you're wearing," Uncle Rick’s command sliced through the room, leaving no room for hesitation. Chris responded immediately, his movements fluid yet deliberate as he shifted to display himself. The leather harness gripped him like a second skin, each buckle and ring glinting coldly in the light.
As Chris turned, his eyes briefly meeting mine. In that fleeting moment, a mixture of emotions flashed between us—vulnerability, exposure, and a silent acknowledgment of the submission we were both sinking into.
Dropping to all fours, Chris spread his legs wide, his ass lifted in the air, fully exposed to their gaze. The harness dug into his skin, emphasizing the curves of his hips and the tightness of his glutes, the straps drawing the eye down to the places where he was most vulnerable.
Uncle Rick's voice cut through the tension. "Good, just like that," he murmured, his tone thick with approval. Chris adjusted slightly, arching his back to present himself even more, the harness digging deeper into his skin as he did.
With a final shift, Chris spread his legs wider, lowering his head until his forehead nearly touched the floor, his ass raised high in the air. It was the ultimate act of submission, the final offering of himself. My brother's eyes closed, the world narrowing down on his exposed flesh, and the knowledge that he was now exactly where he was meant to be—under their control.
Uncle Rick commanded Chris to "Face the camera, slut," My stomach tightened, a mix of dread and something darker stirring within me. The sharp crack of Rick's hand against Chris's ass rang out, my brother flinched, the muscles in his back tensing momentarily before he forced himself to relax, submitting to the sting with a silent acceptance.
I watched as Chris turned slowly toward the camera, his eyes meeting the lens with a flicker of something that looked like shame.
“Boy you are about to be fucked raw do you have any objections?” my uncle asked with authority. My brother swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he forced the words out: "No." The single syllable was quiet but definitive, a final surrender .
I barely had time to process the weight of Chris’s surrender before Uncle Rick moved in, everything happening in a blur. I watched, frozen, knowing what was coming but powerless to stop it. The silence stretched, teetering on the edge of something inevitable, before it shattered.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Chris screamed as my uncle drove all nine inches into him with a single thrust. "Fuuuuucccck," my brother whispered weakly. Despite the pain, he remained in place, not attempting to escape. The room filled with the sounds of "Slap, slap, slap, slap, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP…" as Uncle Rick powerfully thrust into him. Tears started to form in my brother's eyes from the raw intensity of the experience.
"Who's a good boy?" Uncle Rick asked. "I'm a good boy," Chris replied, while Matt captured every detail closely.
"Our eyes met, and in that brief, electric moment, I saw the same conflict in Chris’s gaze—a mix of shame, fear, and an unsettling acceptance. We were no longer just brothers; we were being molded into something else, something neither of us had the power to stop."
As I watched Uncle Rick straddle Chris, his hand gripping Chris’s neck, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my brother’s face. His expression was a mix of pain and pleasure, his body responding involuntarily to each thrust. There was something mesmerizing about the way Chris gave in, the way his body arched, his muscles flexing under the strain. It wasn’t just the submission—it was the vulnerability, the way he let himself be taken, As Matt zoomed in on the scene unfolding with delight.
Chris grunted, his breathing manipulated by Rick's rhythmic squeezing and releasing of his neck. Each forceful thrust made Chris's erection swing like a pendulum, his testicles slapping against his thighs.
"Do you like being fucked, Chris?" Uncle Rick inquired. After a brief hesitation and two forceful thrusts, Chris answered, "Yes," his voice shaking as pre-cum dripped from his erection.
"It’s time," Rick announced to Matt, setting the phone on a tripod beside me. Rick then lay down, guiding my brother to lower himself onto his erection.
Rick held up a small brown bottle, his eyes glinting with a promise of something new. 'Trust me, you’re going to love this,' he said, his voice smooth, almost hypnotic. Chris hesitated for the briefest moment before leaning in, the scent from the bottle already pulling him under. "Take four long, deep breaths," he instructed, and my brother did as told. His eyes glazed over, and he smiled with sweet abandon.
They were positioned sideways to the camera, allowing a clear view of my brother joyously bouncing on Uncle Rick’s long cock.
"He’s ready," Rick declared, pulling Chris’s upper body close and kissing him forcefully. "Mmmmm," my brother hummed, visibly in a heightened state.
Matt positioned himself behind Chris, who was already engaged. "Room for one more?," Matt said casually, just before Chris let out a piercing scream, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" His face was pushed towards the camera and me, contorting in pain from the double penetration.
"He’s still hard, keep fucking him," Rick grunted as Matt began to drive his dick deep into my brother's ass. "AAAAAA," Chris yelled after each thrust, his widening hole trying to accommodate the dicks being thrust into him.
"Take another shot, Chris," and he did—four more long, deep breaths. Soon, my brother was reeling, his eyes glazed over, lost in a mix of pleasure and pain as he began to moan, grunt, and cry.
Tears streamed down his face, yet he smiled every time he was stretched a bit more.
"Yes, fucker, take it!" "Yeah, stud, that’s how it’s done!" "Top to bottom!" "He’s gonna cum!" "Hahaha!" "Fuck yeah!" "That’s right, faggot, you’re getting fucked!" These were just some of the obscenities Rick and Matt yelled at Chris, who was lost in lust, too high to come down.
"I’m cumming," Rick yelled, and Matt followed soon after as my brother’s cock swelled to the point of no return.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh," he cried as the first shot splattered across Rick’s chest and neck. "OOOOOOOO," his face twisted in agony as the second shot erupted from him. The last squirt was accompanied by a silent scream, his mouth agape, eyes bulging, before I realized my uncle was choking him again.
"That’s right, Chris, you’re my stud now," he declared, momentarily releasing my brother's neck to let him breathe. "Aren’t you?" he roared, choking Chris once more. Chris nodded in response, his body jerking involuntarily.
Matt closed his eyes, clearly aroused by the sensations of Chris's convulsions. "Tell me, Chris," Rick urged, loosening his hold slightly, "I need to hear it."
"I’m your stud now," Chris uttered, locking eyes with me, his cock still leaking cum.
"Prepare my stud," Uncle Rick commanded. Matt stepped over to Chris, fastening a three-inch thick steel collar around his neck, locking it into place with a screwdriver until it was seamless, leaving only a single loop for the leather leash he clipped on. "Crawl beside me, stud," he ordered, and I watched as my once proud, strong, and virile brother obeyed without hesitation, following him without a trace of resistance.
"Julio," my uncle's voice called out, "come over here." As Rick called my name, my mind raced back to a time when Chris and I were just brothers—before all of this. The simplicity of those days felt like a lifetime ago.
As I crawled toward Rick, my mind replayed the sight of Chris—his body trembling, his breath ragged, his eyes glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure. The memory of his voice, thick with desperation as he moaned, stayed with me, an echo that refused to fade. I couldn’t shake the image of him, so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so undeniably erotic. And as I reached Rick, the realization hit me hard—I wanted to be there, in that same place, sharing that same experience with my brother.
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