The prison gates had just shut behind Jeff, he was finally free. He looked around the parking lot for his brother, Matt but no one was out here waiting. He cursed under his breath, of course his brother couldn’t bother showing up like he promised, he was far too busy living his rich life with his pretty little family.
Jeff started walking and figured he take the first bus he could find to get him as close to his brother’s house as possible. After walking for about 15 miles he made it to a more residential neighborhood and found a bus stop. Jeff had about $25 bucks in his wallet when he was taken to prison and now that he’s out, that’s what he has to get him close to his brothers house. He looked at the bus map and found which lines to take. A few people were waiting at the stop now and giving him a lot of room. He couldn’t blame them, he knew he looked rough. He stood about 5’10 and weighed about 190lbs with some solid muscle and defined arms. His eyes were bright blue, almost too blue where it was creepy looking and he had a scar that ran down the middle of his face, he received it the first month he was sent to prison. He shivered thinking about his early times in Prison.
After a few route changes and another 8 mile walk Jeff made it to the city his brother lived. He had about $5 bucks left and tried his best to convince a few taxis to take him to the address on the letters form his brother promising the rest of the money when they got there but they all took one look at him and shook his head.
Jeff walked to the closest pay phone and called his brother one more time with no luck, now with only a few bucks left he started dialing a number he hoped was still active, his old cell mate, Donald, who has been out a few years now and lived in the same town as his brother, although not in the nice part of town.
The call rang and rang, just as Jeff was about to hang up he heard Donalds familiar voice “who is this?” Jeff responded “Hey Donald, it’s Jeff. I’m out and was hoping I could get a ride from you to my brother’s house.” Donald recognized Jeff’s voice right away “so, the asshole brother couldn’t even bother to come get you huh, even after you took the fall for his drugs?” Jeff didn’t respond and after a brief silence Donald told him he could give him the ride. Jeff let him know where to find him and waited for his ride, all while getting more and more pissed at his brother.
About an hour later Jeff saw a beat up truck pull over next to him, the window was already down and Donald was already out the door and moving towards Jeff. He moved really well for a man in his 60’s and still looked the same, skin dark black, shaved head with a salt and pepper goatee, 6’5 frame with a big beefy belly. He grabbed Donald and pulled him into a hug. “Good to see you man, I’m glad you’re finally out”.
Donald was the one who looked out for Jeff in prison and took him under his wings after Jeff was attacked and left scarred, he probably wouldn’t have survived prison without Donald. He always suspected Donald was going to try something on him but he never did.
They got in Donald’s truck and Donald punched in the address to Jeff’s brother’s house. “Shit man, this is the area is for the richy rich” he said.
On the drive over, Jeff caught up on what Donald has been up to since he’s been out. As they pulled up in front of Jeff’s brother’s Matt house, Donald whistled and said “that’s one fucking house man”.
Jeff got out of the car and walked to the call box on the gate and then looked up at the ivory mansion, a gleaming bastion of wealth and privilege, loomed in the distance, surrounded by meticulously manicured lawns that stretched out like a velvet sea under the setting sun.
The ringing finally connected to someone and Jeff told them who he was and asked if his brother was there. Soon enough his brother got on and told Jeff he be right down and opened the gates. Jeff turned back to Donald and gave him a waive and told him “thank you”.
Jeff stepped into the huge property just as the gates started to close behind him. Soon he heard a vehicle coming his way and found his brother driving down on a golf cart. “You’ve got to be kidding me” he thought. His brother, Matt, told him “to get on” and off they went up the driveway and around the house further back and Jeff saw a guesthouse next to a pool.
Jeff got off the golf cart and the gravel crunched beneath his boots as he approached the guesthouse, a smaller but no less opulent version of the main residence, which had been begrudgingly offered to him as a temporary shelter. Jeff’s muscular frame, honed to perfection by years of forced labor and survival instincts, moved with a grace up to the guesthouse door.
Matt’s voice behind him made him want to punch someone, laying down the terms of his stay. “You can crash here for free, Jeff, but you’ve got to pull your weight. I’m not running a charity. The lawn, the pool—keep them spick and span. I’ve got enough on my plate without worrying about the place falling apart around me. I’ll also give you a weekly allowance.”
Jeff laughed, the sound bitter and hollow. “I’m sorry, brother, but I just went to prison for your drugs and now you have the nerve to tell me about running a charity?”
Matt’s smile wavered, a brief flicker of something unidentifiable crossing his features before it was replaced by a look of cold indifference. “It was your choice, Jeff. You know the risks when you play with fire. Now, if you want to stay here, you follow the rules. Be at dinner tonight so I can reintroduce you to my family since you’ve been locked up for 12 years. Also, the closet is stocked with some clothes please wear something in there and toss those rags after you’ve had a long shower.”
Jeff’s jaw clenched as he felt the familiar sting of his brother’s betrayal. But he had a plan now, and just needed to wait for something to present itself to serve his revenge. He nodded, his eyes glinting with a newfound determination. “Sure, I’ll be there for dinner. Looking forward to seeing everyone again after all this time.”
After a shower that seemed to scrub away more than just the grime of his journey, Jeff donned his new clothes. The fabric was soft against his skin, a stark contrast to the rough, prison-issued garb he’d been wearing for the last decade.
The walk up to the main house was a journey. He took a deep breath and steeled himself for the impending encounter.
The door swung open, revealing the gleaming marble foyer and the familiar face of his sister-in-law, Rachel. She had aged gracefully, her features a blend of stern resolve and the fading beauty of her youth. Her eyes widened as they fell upon him, a mix of surprise and wariness flickering within their depths. "Jeff," she said, her voice a tentative mix of coldness and forced warmth, "you're looking... well."
His three nephews emerged from the shadows of the grand hallway, their footsteps echoing like a taunt through the opulent space. The eldest, Michael, was a spitting image of Matt with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes that bore into Jeff with the same contempt his father had often shown. He was a hunk of muscle, his broad shoulders and bulging biceps a clear indication of the hours he spent in the gym, sculpting his body into a monument of entitlement. His skin was sun-kissed, a stark contrast to Jeff's prison pallor, and his blond hair was styled in a way that screamed "I have more money than sense."
The twins, Jared and Jasper, sauntered in next, their youthful arrogance wrapped around them like a second skin. At 20, they were the spitting images of each other, with the same dark hair and piercing green eyes that could melt the resolve of any man. Their identical builds were a testament to all the hours on the football field for their college; their bodies were chiseled and sculpted. They were a visual feast of youthful vitality, their athletic forms a blend of power and grace that seemed almost untouchable.
Jasper was the first to offer his hand, a smug smile playing on his lips. Jeff took it, feeling the firm grip that held a promise of strength and challenge. Jasper's hand was warm, his skin smooth, and Jeff felt an unexpected jolt of something akin to electricity pass between them. He met Jasper’s gaze, holding it for a moment too long before releasing the handshake. Jasper’s smile grew, his eyes flickering with something that could only be described as curiosity.
Then Jasper spoke, his voice a cocky drawl, "So, Jeff, how many times did you get raped in the slammer?"
Jared's laughter bubbled up like a foul spring, echoing off the cold marble walls. "Yeah, maybe you were someone's bitch," he added.
Ignoring the twins' crass comments, he said with feigned enthusiasm, "I'm really excited to be around and get to know you all better. It's been so long since we've had the chance to spend time together." His gaze swept over each of them, lingering just a beat too long on Jasper's smug face, before moving on to Rachel, who had retreated into a stony silence.
The grand dining room was a cacophony of clinking silverware and forced laughter, a stark contrast to the quiet dignity of his prison's mess hall. As the dinner commenced, Jeff observed his surroundings with a keen eye. The house staff moved with the grace of dancers, their eyes downcast and their movements swift as they served the meal. The boys, Michael, Jasper, and Jared, didn’t spare them a second glance, their voices rising and falling in a symphony of entitlement. They spoke of their conquests on the football field and the adoration of their peers, never once pausing to acknowledge the hands that served their food or filled their glasses. Rachel, the matriarch of the table, watched the exchange with a weary resignation that spoke volumes of the family dynamic.
The food was exquisite, a testament to the chef’s skill, but Jeff’s appetite was soured by the boys’ behavior. Each bite was a battle as he forced down the mouthfuls of steak and potatoes, his jaw clenching with the effort of maintaining his composure. The conversation grew increasingly crude, the twins tossing around words that would make a sailor blush, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of their own audacity. Jeff felt a slow burn of anger build in his chest, his fists curling under the table as he listened to their crass banter about the girls they’d scored with and the parties they’d crashed.
Finally, the ordeal was over. The plates were cleared away, and Rachel announced it was time for dessert. Jeff’s eyes met hers, and in that brief moment, he saw a flicker of something that looked suspiciously like pity. It was a look that only served to fuel his anger. He couldn’t stomach the thought of another bite, not in the face of such blatant disrespect. He excused himself, the words sticking in his throat like bile. "Thank you for dinner, Rachel. I'm feeling a bit tired. I think I’ll turn in early."
The escape to the guest house was a sweet relief, the cool night air kissing his flushed cheeks like a lover’s gentle caress. Jeff's hand trembled as he turned the key in the lock, the sound echoing through the quiet night like the final nail in the coffin of his pride. Once inside, he leaned against the door, his eyes squeezed shut, and took a deep, cleansing breath. The scent of freshly cut grass and the faint hint of chlorine from the pool outside mingled with the antiseptic aroma of the untouched guest house, creating an olfactory symphony that was almost comforting in its sterility.
1 month later:
A month had passed since Jeff had been released from the concrete cage that had been his home for twelve long years. Each day had been a battle to find his footing in a world that had moved on without him. But now, dressed in his new clothes, ones he actually picked out and a new cell phone. He was getting back to normal. He even had dinner with Donald a few times to catch up.
But tonight was different. Tonight, the quiet solitude of the guest house had begun to wear on him. The silence was a stark contrast to the constant noise of the prison. The whispers of the bunk above, the clanking of bars, the echoes of distant screams—those were the sounds that had lulled him to sleep for so long. Now, all he heard was the occasional chirp of a cricket and the distant sound of the pool's waterfall. Bored and horny, he decided to download Grindr, the infamous hookup app.
The app’s login screen glowed a seductive shade of neon, beckoning him into the world of the forbidden. His thumb hovered over the button to create a new account. His profile was a simple affair—no picture, no name, just a blank space where his identity could hide, like a shadow in the night. It was the perfect setup for the kind of encounter he craved.
Then, as if the universe had heard his silent prayer for distraction, a notification popped up. A new message. He swiped open the chat, his pulse quickening. The profile that greeted him was nothing but two perfectly sculpted torsos, each with a smattering of dark hair that trailed down to the waistband of their shorts. The caption read simply, "Twins looking." Jeff’s eyes narrowed. He knew those abs anywhere—it was Jasper and Jared, the twins. His cock stirred in his pants, a silent testament to the fact that, no matter how much he despised them, he couldn’t deny their allure.
His thumbs flew over the screen, crafting a message that was a perfect blend of innocence and intrigue. "Hi there," he typed, "I'm new to the area. Would love to meet some locals." He watched the ellipses bounce for what felt like an eternity before a response came through. "Welcome, "What are you into?"
Jeff's mind raced, his plan beginning to take shape like a serpent coiling around its prey. He would use the twins to get back at his brother and a video of them engaging in homosexual sex would make his homophobic brother’s head blow off.
"Looking for some fun," Jeff replied with a smirk, his thumbs dancing over the screen. "Maybe show me around the neighborhood?"
The response was immediate: "Pics?"
Jeff’s smirk grew wider as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing the thick, hard cock that had been straining against the fabric. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of it, the veins pulsing with desire, the tip glistening with precum. He snapped a photo, the flash casting an eerie glow across the room. The picture sent, the anticipation grew thick in the air, like the scent of a storm approaching.
The response was almost instant, a flurry of messages from the twins. "Damn," the twins typed back, "That’s one big boy you’ve got there." Jeff felt his cock throb with excitement, his heart racing as he read the twins words. The thrill of the hunt, the sweet taste of victory just within his grasp—it was almost too much to bear. "What are you looking for tonight?" The twins asked, sending along a picture of their round, muscular asses, perfectly framed by their football shorts. The moon outside the window cast a soft glow across the room, the only light to illuminate the screen and the hard, pulsing reality of his desire.
He knew he had to play this right. "Looking for some company," Jeff replied. He had to be the one in control, the puppeteer pulling the strings on their unsuspecting bodies. "But I want to see who I’m getting into bed with first. Can you send a picture of your face?"
The response was a simple "Sorry, we don’t do that," the coldness of the digital text a stark contrast to the heat building in Jeff's loins. His heart raced as he contemplated his next move. He knew they were the twins. He decided to push a little further, "Just your eyes, then. I love a little mystery."
The chat went quiet for a few minutes, the digital silence a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. Then, a single image appeared—two pairs of emerald eyes, fringed by thick, dark lashes, peering out from the shadow of a hoodie. Jeff's breath caught in his throat as he recognized the mischievous glint in Jasper's gaze, the one that had always held a hint of defiance. His cock twitched, a silent vote of approval for the thrill of the chase.
He quickly sent a message, "Great, I’m going to be at the video arcade downtown next week. Wanna come by and have some fun? I hear the number 1 room has a great view and that’s where I’ll be around midnight.
“Midnight it is," the twins replied, the promise of a rendezvous hanging heavy in the digital ether.
The days that followed were a blur of gardening chores and stolen glances. Jeff found himself daydreaming about the twins and his revenge on his brother, his thoughts drifting to their toned bodies and the way their eyes had sparkled with mischief. He knew he had to be careful; one wrong move and his plan could crumble like the dry earth beneath his feet.
The night of the rendezvous finally arrived, and Jeff felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. He set up the secret camera in room 2 of the local video arcade, his hands shaking slightly as he angled it just right. The small device was sleek and unassuming, nestled in the shadows of a dusty plant, its lens peeking out like the eye of a predator waiting for its prey.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Jeff took up his position in room 1, his heart racing. Then, the door to room 2 clicked open, and he couldn’t resist the urge to peek through the glory hole. His breath caught as Jasper and Jared stepped into the dimly lit space, their bodies moving in that easy, fluid way that came with the confidence of the young and the beautiful. The twins looked around, their eyes adjusting to the low light, and Jeff felt a jolt of excitement as he realized he was about to get his first up-close look at them since that fateful dinner.
They were even more stunning than he remembered, their eyes locked on the prize that awaited them through the hole in the wall. Jeff felt his cock swell to full mast, the anticipation almost unbearable. With trembling hands, he guided himself through the opening, feeling the cool air kiss his heated skin. The twins' gasps when they saw his cock were music to his ears, the sweet sound of shock and desire mingling in a symphony of lust.
Jasper was the first to act, his tongue flicking out to taste Jeff's salty precum, the action sending a bolt of pleasure up Jeff’s spine. Jared followed suit, as he took Jeff's cock into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked. Jeff's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He'd never felt anything so divine, so... right. The twins worked in tandem, Jasper licking and sucking at the base, Jared taking the length into his mouth, their movements synchronized as if they'd done this a thousand times before.
Jeff pulled back, his cock glistening with their saliva, and whispered through the hole, "Take off your clothes, I want to see you both naked." The twins' eyes met for a split second, a silent communication that spoke of both excitement and hesitation. But Jeff's tone left no room for argument. They obeyed, their clothes falling to the floor in a heap of discarded fabric, revealing their athletic forms. Jeff's gaze raked over their naked bodies, drinking in every inch of their youthful beauty.
As they stood before him, their erections proud and eager, Jeff’s voice grew deeper, more commanding. "Now get on all fours, pretty boys," he instructed, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and power. Jasper and Jared exchanged a look that was a silent declaration of their shared fate before they complied. The sight of their tight, round asses presented to him through the glory hole was more than Jeff could bear.
He rummaged through the duffle bag beside him and pulled out two blindfolds. Carefully, he pushed them through the opening. "Put these on, and unlock the door to your room" he said, his voice low and demanding.
Jasper and Jared exchanged a look that was a silent question, but Jeff’s tone allowed no room for argument. With trembling hands, Jasper took the first blindfold and tied it over his own eyes, the soft fabric whispering against his skin. Jared followed suit, his breath hitching as the world fell into darkness.
Jeff’s heart hammered in his chest as he watched them, their naked forms a tableau of submission. The door to room 2 clicked open, and he slipped through, his eyes feasting on their vulnerable beauty. The twins remained on all fours, their bodies taut with anticipation, their cocks standing at attention.
Jeff stepped closer, his breathing labored as he took in their scent—a heady mix of musk and youthful exuberance. He ran a hand over Jasper’s ass, feeling the firm muscles clench beneath his palm. "You two are going to be so much fun," he murmured, the words a dark promise of things to come.
With a cruel smile, Jeff yanked the twins' heads back by their hair, forcing their faces to meet his throbbing member. Jasper's mouth opened first, eager to take Jeff's cock back in, but Jeff had other plans. He slapped Jasper’s cheek with the back of his hand, the sound echoing in the small room. "You're going to wait your turn, boy," he said, a hint of malice in his voice.
Turning his attention to Jared, Jeff guided the young man's mouth onto his shaft, feeling the heat and wetness of his tongue. Jeff's cock filled his mouth. Jeff groaned, his hands tightening in Jared’s hair as he began to face-fuck him with an intensity that bordered on brutal. The twin’s eyes watered, his cheeks hollowing as he took Jeff’s length deeper and deeper, his gag reflex fighting a losing battle.
Jasper listened, his own erection bobbing as he licked his lips hungrily, the need to feel the cock inside him almost unbearable. Jeff noticed Jasper’s plight and smacked his ass, the sound ringing through the room like a gunshot. "Your turn, boy," Jeff growled, and Jasper eagerly took his place, his mouth wrapping around Jeff’s cock, his tongue swirling around the head as he tried to match his brother's earlier enthusiasm.
Jeff's hands roamed their bodies, feeling the taut muscles and soft skin. He pinched Jasper's nipples, twisting them until the young man whined around his cock. Jeff's eyes narrowed, a sadistic smile playing on his lips as he took Jasper's face in his hands and pulled him back, exposing his throat. "You want to be a good little slut for me, don’t you?" Jasper nodded fervently, his eyes glazed over with lust.
With a wicked grin, Jeff shoved Jasper aside and moved to Jared, who was panting heavily, his cock leaking with need. Jeff's eyes raked over the boy’s body, taking in every inch of him. "Your turn," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Jeff’s cock, now slick with Jasper's saliva, slammed into Jared's mouth with no warning.
Jared choked, his eyes watering, as Jeff fucked his throat with a ferocity that was both terrifying and thrilling. Jeff's eyes never left Jared’s face, watching the mix of fear and pleasure play out across his features like a silent movie. He could feel the twin’s body tremble beneath him, the vibrations of his muffled protests resonating through his cock. He reached down and began to stroke Jasper's erection, his thumb brushing the slit, smearing pre-cum across the sensitive skin.
The twins' moans grew louder, their bodies moving in unison as Jeff's skilled hands worked them both. Jasper leaned in, his blindfolded gaze seeking Jeff's cock, his tongue darting out to lick the shaft, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. Jeff couldn't resist the temptation and allowed Jasper to take over, his mouth a wet, tight heat that sucked him in deep. The sound of Jasper's eager slurping filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that made Jeff's knees threaten to buckle.
Meanwhile, Jeff's other hand moved to Jared's ass, his thumb circling the tight hole, teasing and probing until Jared's breath hitched and his body arched upwards. Jeff leaned down, his tongue tracing a fiery path from Jared's throat to his ear, whispering filthy promises of what was to come. "You're going to love this, boy," he murmured, the words a dark promise that sent a shiver down Jared's spine.
With a rough tug, Jeff pulled his cock from Jared's mouth, the sound of wet flesh parting echoing through the room. He reached for the lube he'd stashed in his bag and smeared a generous amount onto his cock.
"You're going to take it all, aren't you?" Jeff sneered, his voice a mix of dominance and lust. Jared nodded, his mouth watering as Jeff positioned himself behind the twin. Jeff guided Jasper over directly next to his brothers ass and with one hand, he held Jasper's cheek in a tight grip, forcing his face against his brothers ass and Jasper to listen to his cock slid into Jared's eager ass. The sound of their moaning grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of carnality.
Jared's body was tight around Jeff's cock, his muscles clenching and unclenching as Jeff pounded into him. Jeff's other hand held onto Jasper's throat, the pressure just enough to make him gag and whine but not enough to stop his breath. "Suck it," Jeff ordered, and Jasper obeyed, his tongue flicking against Jeff's shaft as it slid in and out of Jared's body. The twins' moans grew louder, their bodies moving in a frantic rhythm that matched the beating of Jeff's heart.
Jeff felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening as the twins served their purpose. He pulled out of Jared with a wet pop and shoved Jasper's face back to the ground. "Your turn, boy," he said, his voice a harsh growl. Jasper didn't hesitate, eager for his turn at the brutal pleasure Jeff offered. Jeff didn't bother with lubricant, the spit and sweat that coated his cock providing enough slickness to penetrate Jasper's ass. Jasper's body tensed, his mouth open in a silent scream of pain and pleasure as Jeff's cock breached his tight hole.
Jasper's moans grew louder, muffled by the floor as Jeff began to pound into him with a ferocity that mirrored his anger. The room was a symphony of grunts and slaps, the sounds of skin on skin and the squelching of wet flesh. Jeff's hand tightened around Jasper's throat, his other hand slapping the twin's ass in a punishing rhythm that matched the pounding of his cock. Jasper's body began to tremble, his moans turning into desperate whimpers as Jeff's relentless assault continued.
Jared, blindfolded and forgotten for the moment, could do nothing but listen to the raw, primal noises that filled the room. His own cock was painfully hard, his hand gripping the base tightly to stave off his impending climax. He could feel the heat of Jasper's body beside him, the tremors of pleasure that ran through the floorboards and up his spine. The smell of sex was thick in the air, a heady mix of sweat and lube that made his mouth water.
Jeff's grunts grew louder, his thrusts more erratic as he approached climax. Jasper's whimpers grew more desperate, his body writhing under Jeff's brutal onslaught. With a roar, Jeff buried his cock deep within Jasper and held it there, his body shaking as he unleashed a torrent of hot cum into the younger man. Jasper's body convulsed, his own orgasm ripping through him like a bolt of lightning, his cock spurting hot semen onto the cold, hard floor.
Jeff's chest heaved as he pulled out, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, the twins' bodies glistening with sweat and cum, their blindfolds still on, their mouths open in silent screams of ecstasy. With a cruel smile, he grabbed the hidden camera, got dressed and left them on the floor.
Later that night, he replayed the footage, watching the twins' depravity unfold in high definition. The video was perfect, a masterpiece of blackmail that would bring his brother to his knees.
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