At Shane's Mercy

Finally, at 20, I could just afford enough to share a rental near college.  I read this notice to room share with two brothers and arranged to view it.
John introduced himself when he answered the door. I was expecting to meet a typical student my age but he looked rough.

I could hear pounding from the floor above. John explained it was Shane: 'my brothers always doing weights, he's obsessed, I can beat his ass though'.

The accommodation space was good, hallway entrance then stairs up to three bedrooms and a kitchen / living room area.
John apologized for the mess and smell: 'We like to party and with Shane's smelly workout gear everywhere its rank, let's talk out on the balcony.

'Shanes my younger brother, he's 19 and a stupid fucker sometimes, I'm trying to get him to work at his apprenticeship course. I'm on year two of it. We're both doing construction'.

John had a strong inner-city accent, his voice was authoritative. I could sense he was sizing me up, trying to decide if I would fit in. But more than that he was also signaling that he was the boss, this was his place and I should know that.

Johns' rules were simple: pay rent, contribute to bills, and share chores on a rota.

' Shane get your ass out here'. Shane bounded out to the balcony, his footsteps heavy and strong. Like his brother, Shane had jet black, tightly cut hair and was handsomely rough in appearance.

The brothers were almost identical, both around 5ft 9, Shane maybe 5ft 8, but it was clear Shane had transformed his body, adding a lot of muscle mass.

When someone is built like Shane is impossible to take your eyes off them. He was wearing a tight grey muscle top, stretched to its limits by his thick neck, wide back, and boulder shoulders.

Shane was covered in workout sweat. It was all I could sense as he sat down beside me. John introduced me and chatted about the rental. Shane just nodded and appeared more interested in flexing his thick forearms and biceps. It was clear he was proud of his muscle.

The brother's rental offer was fair and I figured it could be fun to share with them. We agreed I could move in on Saturday.

Shane was there on Saturday morning, I had to knock a few times before he buzzed me in.
I didn't have much to carry up the stairs but Shane wasn't offering to help anyway. I could hear him pounding away in his room.

The spare room was filthy, dirty boxers, socks, trainers thrown around. I guessed this was the brother's laundry and figured I should just throw it all in a bag.

Next door Shane was pounding away, I could hear a girl's voice: 'yes your so fucking big Shane...' Whatever Shane was doing, she was very happy.

My room was beginning to look fresh and the banging next door had eased off, I guessed they had fucked maybe three times. For some reason, it was making me hard. I had turned my music, to distract myself.
Shane's door opened, she said goodbye and Shane went back to bed.

 About an hour later I heard banging again. Shane was breathing heavily, was he doing a post-sex workout?

Suddenly Shane knocked on my door and walked in. He was wearing white trunks. In the center a thick cock was leaking juice, at the sides bulging thighs covered with black hair.
'Did you see her? I was still hard after she left, had to release my load again ha. Nice clean-up job, good idea that laundry bag. I'll throw some more in'.

Shane disappeared back to his room and returned with a pile of dirty boxer shorts, socks, and sports gear, he had picked up off his floor. ' I'll let you sort these, your good at that, this white sock might be a bit damp it's my cum rag'

Shane had no shame, he thought nothing of throwing his cum stained sock towards me. There was something about his arrogance, his cockiness, his attitude that made me hard.

I had an urge to smell his dirty boxers and socks. It just made me harder. I had only met this lad two days ago and now I was drawn to him.

John arrived back at lunchtime. I found out he was training at a mixed martial arts gym. He was a promising fighter with a good record of wins by submission. He was strong and fit, but his build was different than Shane's. John's muscle was lean and athletic.

John's gym gear was added to the pile of dirty laundry. The brothers laughed when I asked where the washing machine was. 'We fight, I beat him, and then I make Shane do mine'. Shane laughed off John's comment.
It was my first day so I didn't force the issue, I decided to locate the local laundry and make a rota. That was my plan anyway.

That night we ordered take-out food and went to the local student bar. The brothers were a good laugh and seemed to know everyone in the place.

We all drank too many pints and back at the flat a fight broke out between John and Shane. John quickly had the better of Shane, his MMA skills kicked in as he executed a rear-naked choke. He had Shane from behind, his legs locked around Shanes's waist, and started choking him aggressively, 'tap out Shane..tap..submit'. Shane struggled for as long as he could and finally was forced to submit. John released the chokehold and flexed his biceps over Shane.

It was an intense testosterone-fueled fight. The room was filled with their smell and sweat. Something about their intensity, their athleticism, turned me on.

Satisfied with his victory, John went to bed.

Shane was angry and opened another can of beer. 'I could easily beat that fucker, he always comes up from behind like a little girl'.

From my vantage point, Shane was wrong, John was a faster more skilled fighter.'Are you saying I'm not bigger than him?'. No matter what I said, Shane was getting aggressive with me. He challenged me to a fight and before I could react he had me on the floor in a head scissors.

I was face down on Shane's crotch as he locked his ankles and powered his muscular thighs into my neck.
His grip was powerful, his muscles rock hard, there was no escape. 'See how long you last in this'
Shane forced me to submit over and over, taunting and tormenting me from above. He was shirtless, muscles bulging as he tensed and his sweat was everywhere.

The smell from Shane's crotch was pungent and powerful. I could feel his sweaty cock move through his tack bottoms. He pulled it out and it shot up firm, in front of my eyes.

 I was locked tightly in the scissors and couldn't move. My nose and eyes were at the base of his cock, smothered by his hairy, heavy balls.