All events in this story are fiction.
On somewhat of a whim, Brett decided to fly to Ibiza for a week to visit his buddy from college, Oliver, who was spending the whole summer there. Carter agreed to tag along, and a couple of Brett’s former basketball teammates from Duke (Brett quit the team after his freshman year) were also going to fly out and meet them there.
The infinity pool at the villa sparkled under the late afternoon sun. Brett was sprawled on a oversized lounge chair shirtless, wearing nothing but black board shorts that sat low on his hips. Carter sat across from him, legs dangling in the cool water, while Oliver nursed a beer in the chair between them.
“Swear to God, she kept looking over the whole flight,” Brett said with a lazy grin, replaying the scene from their business class trip over. “Every time I looked up, her eyes locked on us. She wasn’t chopped either. Maybe a solid 6? Looked kinda sexy in that sundress she was wearing.”
Carter laughed, running a hand through his jet-black hair. “She was definitely checking you out more, bro. I literally saw her bite her lip when you stretched and flexed your arms like a douchebag. Dude, you were so obvious it made me cringe so hard.”
“Bullshit,” Brett shot back, smirking. “She was staring at your pretty-boy face the second we sat down. Telling you, dude, she was probably drawing to that mysterious vibe shit you always got going on.”
Oliver snorted, shaking his head. The redheaded Duke frat brother was decent-looking. Solid six-foot frame, freckles, and an easy smile. But he was nowhere near the same league as the two Hepburn brothers. “Jesus Christ. Can’t believe you two are actually arguing over which one of you the random girl was eye fucking? Must be nice.”
Brett raised an eyebrow at his buddy. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Oliver took a long pull from his beer. “It means I haven’t gotten laid in three months, son. Three. Fucking. Months. I’m dyin’ over here.”
Brett sat up so fast he nearly knocked his own drink over. “Three months? You serious? Nah, you’re shitting me.” His blue eyes were wide with genuine disbelief. To Brett, going a week without sex was basically a dry spell. Three months sounded like a prison sentence.
Oliver shrugged, cheeks turning a little pink. “Yo, between finals, my shit internship, and all these feminist chicks at Duke all acting like girlbosses who think they’re too good for casual hookups… it’s been rough.”
“Well damn,” Carter muttered, trying not to laugh at his brother’s shocked expression.
Brett shook his head, looking personally offended on Oliver’s behalf. “Well that’s just unacceptable, Oliver. We’re in Ibiza for fuck’s sake. Consider me your official wingman this week. I swear, when John and Jack get here tomorrow, we’re gonna have you balls-deep in some horny tourist chick before midnight. That’s a promise.”
Oliver chuckled, but there was clear excitement in his eyes. “Appreciate it. You two pretty boys probably just have to show up and smile. The rest of us chopped mortals have to work for it.”
Carter grinned. “We’ll throw you some assists. Team effort.”
Brett leaned forward, grabbing his phone off the small table between them. “Alright, enough crying. Let’s figure out where we’re hitting tonight. We’ve got six of us in this villa, three bedrooms. Pullout couch where someone can crash if their roommate gets a girl to sleep over and needs the bed.”
Oliver said, “Yeah and we’re gonna need to hit somewhere with actual energy. Not some chill rooftop bar bullshit.”
The three of them huddled over their phone screens as he started pulling up club options: they eventually narrowed their list to Pacha, Hï Ibiza, and Amnesia. As they were scrolling, Brett noticed something unusual when he glanced over at Carter.
His little bro’s legs were smooth and shiny. He fucking SHAVED them like a girl!
Brett barked out a loud laugh. “Bro, what the fuck? Did you lose a bet or something?” He reached over and slapped Carter’s calf with the back of his hand. “Your legs are shinier than half the chicks I’ve fucked….wait…you prolly shaved your ass too, didn’t you? …HAHAHA, what the fuck bro!?”
Carter’s face instantly heated. He tried to play it cool. “It’s for my workouts, asshole. Keeps me cool when I’m running routes outside in the summer.”
“Bullshit,” Brett grinned, clearly delighted. “You’re hopping on the looksmax wagon, I know it. That shit’s insane...people are taking it way too far and fucking themselves up. Like next thing you know you’re gonna be pumpin’ lip filler and asking me to braid your hair.”
Oliver was now laughing too. “Damn, but your legs do look kinda sexy like that when they’re all smooth.”
“Fuck both of you,” Carter muttered, but he couldn’t help smiling a little. He had shaved everything (both his legs and his ass) after spending that night with Zach. The way Zach’s smooth skin had felt and looked so sexy had stuck with him more than he wanted to admit.
Brett shook his head, still chuckling. “My own little bro out here with baby-smooth legs in Ibiza. Dude you know we’re never gonna let you hear the end of this.”
“Whatever. Just pick a club, dickhead,” Carter said, kicking water at him.
The first night in Ibiza hit hard. At least Brett and Oliver could agree they had a incredible time.
Pacha was everything they’d hoped for: a great DJ, deafening bass, and a sea of beautiful, sweaty bodies moving under the iconic cherry-colored ceiling. Brett lived up to his reputation and his promise to Oliver. Within an hour he had two girls dancing between him and Oliver, grinding and laughing as the alcohol took over.
By 2:30 a.m., Brett and Oliver had each pulled a girl (one Spanish local and one British tourist) and decided to share them. They brought the girls back to the villa and fucked them together in the big guest room that John and Jack would be claiming the next day. The college frat bros went for over an hour.
Carter, meanwhile, had ended up leaving with a pretty Italian girl named Sophia. She took him back to her hotel room overlooking the marina. The sex was technically good. It was pretty hot and energetic, but Carter’s head wasn’t in it. Halfway through, while Sophia rode him moaning his name, Carter’s mind kept drifting back to the poolhouse two days earlier. He couldn’t stop replaying the brutal way Brett had pinned him down, called him a good girl and an obedient bitch, and fucked his face until mucus dribbled down his face. The memory made Carter harder than anything Sophia was doing. He orgasmed thinking about his brother’s thick cock shoved down his throat instead of the girl on top of him riding his dick.
The next afternoon, John and Jack (both basketball players at Duke) finally arrived from Texas. They both looked looking jet-lagged but excited as they dropped their bags in the villa’s airy living room.
John was tall and lanky, maybe 6’7”, with messy brunette hair and a lean, ropy body that was shockingly hairy once the shirt came off. Jack was the opposite…he was a powerfully built Black man with a smooth complexion and beautifully muscular arms.
Brett greeted them with bro-hugs and backslaps. He’d only played one season of basketball for Duke before quietly quitting. He was decent, solid enough to just hang-on at the DI level, but nowhere near good enough to regularly see real minutes. After realizing he was riding the bench while missing out on the legendary Duke party scene, he’d walked away to focus on what he was actually great at: having a good time. During that single season, though, he’d become tight with John and Jack, two scholarship players who were still on the roster.
“Finally,” Brett grinned, tossing them each a cold beer. “Villa’s stocked, pool’s perfect, and we already broke in your room last night.”
John raised an eyebrow. “The fuck does that mean?”
“You’ll smell it when you walk in,” Oliver laughed, still riding the high from the night before.
Later that evening, as the five of them lounged around the pool with drinks in hand, Brett clapped his hands together with a mischievous grin.
“Alright, listen up. Yesterday I found out my boy Oliver here went three whole months without pussy. Three months. In college. Shit’s a travesty.” He pointed dramatically at the redheaded frat brother. “So tonight, as your generous trip leader and official wingman, I got you a little present.”
Right on cue, the doorbell rang. Two stunning professional strippers walked in wearing tiny outfits and carrying a portable speaker. The group erupted in cheers and laughter as the girls immediately zeroed in on Oliver, pushing him into a chair and starting their routine. The began grinding, teasing, and dancing all over him while the rest of the guys hyped it up.
Oliver’s face turned bright red, but he was grinning like an idiot, hands hovering awkwardly as the strippers worked their magic.
“Happy early birthday, bro!” Brett shouted over the music, laughing. “Consider this your official welcome back to the land of the living.”
Carter watched from the side, smiling along with everyone else, but his eyes kept drifting back to Brett. His big brother looked completely in his element….confident, loud, generous with his money (well, his dad’s money) as usual. Carter always felt incredibly attracted to his big bro whenever he was in this mode. He admired how Brett’s dazzling blue eyes gleamed with confidence as he boisterously partied with abandon.
The strippers stayed longer than expected. What started as a quick “gift” for Oliver turned into a full-blown pregame in the villa. Music blasted through the speakers while bottles of top shelf liquor flowed. Brett was in full frat-star mode: shirtless, loud, and obnoxious(ly sexy).
He was a 6’3” adonis with a muscular, athletic build, messy brown hair, and striking blue eyes. Brett’s tan skin was still glowing from the earlier sun, and the dark hair dusting his chest and abs made him look even more masculine as he moved. He had one arm slung around Oliver’s shoulders, pouring shots and hyping everyone up with that deep, cocky voice.
“Drink up, boys!” Brett roared, slamming another shot before grabbing one of the strippers by the waist and giving her ass a firm squeeze.
By 11:30, the group was properly loose and ready. They piled into a private van Brett had arranged and headed out. The first two clubs had long lines, but Brett wasn’t having it. At the third—a notoriously expensive and exclusive rooftop club overlooking the Mediterranean—he pulled the bouncer aside, slipped him a thick wad of euros, and within two minutes the velvet rope opened for all five of them.
Even this early in the night, the place was already poppin, with crowds full of models, influencers, and all sorts of rich Europeans.
By midnight, Brett was fully in his element. He had a blonde bombshell pressed up against him on the dance floor. She was wearing a tiny silver dress that barely covered her ass. She grinded back on Brett shamelessly, her hands roaming over Brett’s muscular chest as they moved together to the heavy beat. Her group of hot friends had merged with John, Jack, and Oliver, turning their corner of the dance floor into a sexy, sweaty party.
Brett’s brown hair was messy from the body heat, his blue eyes dark with that familiar hungry look as he gripped the blonde’s hips and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh and bite her lip.
Carter, meanwhile, had drifted over to the sleek bar area. He leaned against the marble counter with a drink in hand, chatting with two guys who had introduced themselves as Marco and Luis. Unbeknownst to Carter, they were both gay. And both very horny on that night.
Marco was a muscular blonde in his late-thirties or early-forties, built like he lived in the gym and probably even used steroids. He had a sharp jawline and an easy, confident smile. He facial features were almost neanderthal-like, a bit too rugged and masculine to be conventionally handsome.
His buddy Luis was huskier, dark-featured. He was probably in his late-40s, with a receding hairline and a thick beard. He had a bit a beer belly and hair all over his body. Carter admired the dark, unruly hair poking out of Luis’s shirt, feeling a bit jealous about his own lack of chest hair. He also liked the smoky, mysterious scent of Luis’s cologne.
Both men were friendly, buying Carter drinks and laughing at his stories about American high school sports. They kept complimenting Carter…his sexy green eyes, his athletic body, how “refreshingly handsome” he was. The man would leaning close whenever the music got louder, taking the chance to subtly caress Carter and feel up his body.
Carter, oblivious, just thought they were cool older dudes who loved to party. He had no idea the way Marco’s eyes kept tracing his lips or how Luis kept finding excuses to touch his arm or shoulder was anything more than regular “bro” energy. Carter just assumed that European men were naturally way more touchy than American men.
“You are far too good-looking to be standing here alone,” Marco said with a charming smile, his hand lingering on Carter’s bicep. “A guy like you should be in the middle of everything.”
Carter laughed, taking it as a compliment. “Nah, I’m good right here for now. My brother’s the one who needs to be the center of attention.”
Luis chuckled deeply, his gaze sliding slowly down Carter’s torso. “Lucky brother. Though I’d argue you’re the better prize.”
Carter just grinned and clinked glasses with them, still mostly unaware he was being thirsted over by two very interested gay men.
Carter sipped his whiskey old fashioned, the smooth burn sliding down his throat. The drink tasted a little off…sweeter than it should have…but he figured it was just the fancy top-shelf liquor. A warm, hazy glow started spreading through his chest. Everything felt… nice. Really nice. The lights looked prettier, the bass felt deeper in his body, and a lazy, happy buzz settled over him.
Marco smiled, leaning in close. “You okay, man?”
“Yeah,” Carter said, his voice sounding slow even to himself. “I feel… really good actually.”
Luis chuckled darkly on his other side. “Then let’s go dance.”
Before Carter could think twice, the two men guided him out onto the crowded dance floor. The moment they found a spot, they closed in on him. Marco, the muscle bro, pressed against his front side. Luis grinded against his back, sandwiching Carter between their bigger bodies. The beat pulsed hard as they started grinding on him.
Marco’s hands roamed openly over Carter’s chest and abs, while Luis gripped his hips from behind, pulling Carter’s ass back against his growing bulge. The two older men moved slow and dirty, hips rolling, hands exploring. Luis’s thick beard brushed Carter’s neck as he mouthed along his skin. Marco’s thigh pushed between Carter’s legs, pressing up firmly against his crotch.
Carter’s head was spinning. Everything felt warm and electric. He knew something was off, but the feeling was so pleasant he didn’t want to fight it. His body moved with them, loose and pliant, as the two men groped and ground against him more and more boldly.
Across the club, Brett caught sight of the scene and frowned. His little brother was sandwiched between two middle-aged looking guys, one of them clearly grinding his dick against Carter’s ass while the other felt him up. Brett’s stomach twisted with unease.
“The fuck…?” he muttered.
The blonde bombshell in front of Brett noticed his distraction and reached down, squeezing his hard cock through his pants with a wicked smile. “Focus on me, baby,” she purred, stroking him firmly. Brett’s eyes flicked back to the girl. The pleasure of her hand made him hesitate. Carter was smiling, moving with the men merrily. Maybe his little bro was just really drunk and enjoying the attention. Brett told himself it was fine and pulled the blonde tighter, kissing her neck while she kept stroking him like a bitch in heat.
Back on the dance floor, Marco leaned in close to Carter’s ear. “You’ve had a lot to drink, haven’t you? You look a little unsteady.”
Carter nodded slowly, the world tilting pleasantly. “Yeah… maybe.”
Luis’s hand slid down to squeeze Carter’s ass. “Let’s get you some fresh air. Come on, we’ll take care of you.”
Carter didn’t resist as they guided him through the crowd and out a side exit. The cool night air hit him as they stepped into a narrow, dimly lit alley behind the club. The thump of the music faded into the background. The two men kept Carter between them, supporting him as they walked deeper into the alley.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Marco murmured, pushing Carter gently against the cool stone wall of the secluded alley. His hand slid down Carter’s stomach toward his waistband. “We’re going to make you feel really good, okay?”
Luis pressed in from the side, already breathing heavier, his hand moving between Carter’s legs and palming his cock through his pants. “Such a perfect boy. Just relax for us.”
Carter’s head lolled back against the stone wall. The drugs made everything feel hazy and distant, like he was floating. A small, confused voice in the back of his mind told him this was wrong, but his body was too warm and heavy to push them away.
The two men exchanged a hungry look, their hands growing bolder as they started pulling at the athletic teen’s clothes. Marco, the roided-up muscle bro, pushed Carter firmly against the rough stone wall while Luis pressed in from the side, trapping him between their bodies.
“Wait… guys…” Carter mumbled weakly, his head spinning. “I’m straight. I don’t… I don’t hook up with guys.”
Marco silenced him by capturing his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past Carter’s lips, tasting him thoroughly. At the same time, Luis’s big hands slid under Carter’s shirt, running over his smooth, toned abs.
Carter moaned into Marco’s mouth the second Luis’s warm palms touched his bare skin. The sound shocked him, but he couldn’t stop it.
“Shhh, just relax,” Luis whispered against his neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin as he peeled Carter’s shirt up and off. The cool night air hit Carter’s smooth athletic chest, followed immediately by Luis’s mouth latching onto one of his nipples.
“Ahh….fuck…” Carter gasped, his back arching. Another helpless moan escaped him as Marco kissed him harder, deeper, while Luis licked and sucked at his chest.
They worked together efficiently. Marco broke the kiss only long enough to tug Carter’s pants and boxer briefs down in one smooth motion, letting them pool around his ankles. Carter’s cock sprang free, already half-hard despite his weak protests.
“I’m serious… ughhh…I’m not into this,” Carter breathed, voice shaky. “I don’t… guys, I don’t want—”
His words cut off in a long, needy moan as Luis dropped to his knees and swallowed his cock in one wet, hot motion. The sudden intense pleasure made Carter’s knees buckle.
“Oh my god…” he whimpered. Shit this feels fucking amazing, Carter thought to himself, unable to suppress the drug enhanced pleasure he was experiencing.
Marco chuckled against his lips. “That’s what we thought.” He kissed Carter again, slower and filthier this time, one hand pinning Carter’s wrists above his head while the other roamed over his smooth, shaved body.
Luis sucked him with expert skill. Long, deep strokes, tongue swirling around the head every time he pulled back. Carter’s moans grew louder and more broken. The 18-year-old football stud tried to fight the feeling, but every time one of them touched a new spot (Marco pinching his nipple, Luis cupping and massaging his balls) another wave of unwanted pleasure crashed through him.
The two men started partially stripping themselves. Both men unbuttoned their shirts, showing off their contrasting chests. Marco revealed a muscular, gym-honed torso that looked almost too sculpted to be natural.
Meanwhile, Luis’s dad-bod torso was a bit softer—he wasn’t fat, just a bit rounder around the edges. Still had defined, round pecs, but also a bit of a beer belly. Luis’s chest and belly were covered in dense salt-and-pepper fur, making him look incredibly masculine.
Luis unzipped his fly, letting his thick, heavy cock springing out, already leaking. Both men kept their pants on, but with their flies unzipped and their cocks protruding out. Marco and Luis were fully hard and clearly intent on fucking the trembling, green-eyed beauty before them.
Marco kissed Carter again, devouring his mouth while Luis continued sucking the naked 18-year-old eagerly.
“Fuck… it feels so good,” Carter finally gasped when Marco let him breathe. His voice was wrecked with pleasure. “I shouldn’t… like this….mhhhh…but feels fucking amazing…”
“Yeah?” Marco smirked, nipping at his bottom lip. “Told you we’d make you feel good, pretty boy.”
Carter’s head fell back against the wall as another loud moan tore from his throat. Luis took him even deeper, humming around his cock while Marco kissed and bit along his neck.
The drugs kept everything soft and hazy around the edges, making it impossible for Carter to resist how incredible their mouths and hands felt. His protests had completely melted into desperate, needy sounds as the two older men worked him over in the dark alley.
Marco and Luis were breathing hard, shirts unbuttoned and hanging open to show off their bare chests as they took advantage of Carter. Their pants were still mostly on, zippers down, thick cocks jutting out obscenely through their open flies.
Meanwhile Carter was completely naked, clothes kicked into a pile on the dirty alley floor. His smooth, shaved legs and ass almost glistened under the faint light from the street.
Marco had him pinned with his back to the wall, kissing him deep and filthy while his hands roamed everywhere …squeezing Carter’s ass, pinching his nipples, stroking his cock. Luis stayed on his knees, sucking Carter’s dick with wet, sloppy sounds, taking him all the way to the back of his throat.
Even though Carter thoroughly enjoyed this amazing blowjob, he came to his senses that this was a dangerous situation and he should get out. He tried lying (to himself and the men) that he was straight.
“I’m… It told you already I’m straight,” Carter gasped between kisses, slurred voice weak and trembling. “Please… you have to stop… I don’t want…. this…”
But every time Marco’s tongue slid against his, or Luis swirled his tongue around the head of his cock, Carter’s words broke into a helpless moan. His hips twitched forward on their own, pushing deeper into Luis’s mouth.
Marco grinned against his lips. “You keep saying that, but your cock is so hard for us, baby.”
They spun Carter around without warning. Marco stood with his back against the wall and pulled Carter into him. Carter’s cock was now trapped between his own stomach and Marco’s thick erection that jutted out from the fly of his pants.
Luis stayed on his knees, grabbed Carter’s smooth cheeks, spread them wide, and buried his face between them. The second Luis’s hot tongue dragged over his tight hole, Carter’s legs nearly gave out.
“Oh fuuuuck…” he moaned, loud and broken. His forehead pressed against the wall as Luis licked him sloppily…greedy, hungry strokes over his virgin hole, then pushing his tongue inside.
“OHHH SHITT…ughh….I… I can’t… please let me go,” Carter begged, voice shaking even as his hips pushed back against Luis’s mouth. “This is… this is wrong… I’m not… ahh—fuck, that feels so good…”
Marco kissed the back of his neck, grinding his hard cock between Carter’s cheeks while Luis ate him out like a starving man.
“Listen to those pretty moans,” Marco whispered hotly in his ear. “You love getting your little American boy hole licked, don’t you?”
Carter whimpered, biting his lip hard, but another deep, desperate moan spilled out anyway.
“It feels… it feels incredible,” he admitted, voice cracking with shame and pleasure. “Please…please keep going… I shouldn’t like this… but aww it feels so frickin good…”
Luis groaned into his ass and licked even deeper, while Marco reached around to stroke Carter’s throbbing cock in time with every swipe of Luis’s tongue.
Carter kept moaning helplessly as the two older men used his body in the dark alley. Every weak protest was immediately ruined by the needy sounds he couldn’t hold back.
Luis’s tongue kept working Carter’s smooth, shaved hole, plunging inside the tight splincher and swirling wetly. The sensation was overwhelming. Carter’s smooth, defined legs shook as another helpless moan ripped out of him.
Luis laughed, “You say you’re straight, but your hole’s shaved smooth like a woman, you liar. You definitely like getting your butt fucked by cock.”
Carter just moaned and groaned in continued pleasure, his mind too fucked up for him to protest or try to explain himself.
Marco stepped back for a second, quickly gathering Carter’s discarded shirt, pants, and underwear and piling them into a makeshift cushion on the dirty alley floor.
“On your knees, pretty boy,” Marco murmured, guiding Carter down.
They maneuvered him onto the pile of clothes so he was kneeling now. Luis never stopped rimming him, burying his face deeper between Carter’s cheeks now that he had better access.
“Damn… ohhh…” Carter whimpered, his voice cracking. “It feels too good… I can’t…”
Luis pulled back just enough to speak, his hot breath teasing Carter’s wet hole. “Tell us the truth, baby. You like men playing with your ass, don’t you?”
Carter shook his head weakly, but another long lick across his sensitive rim made him cry out in pleasure.
“I… I’ like women…I…shouldn’t…” His words dissolved into a moan as Luis stiffened his tongue and pushed it deeper. “Oh GOD! Ughhhh… yes… oh yeah I like it… I like my butt played with… fuck dude, it feels incredible…”
Marco smiled at Carter’s admission and pulled Carter forward against his bare, sweaty abs. He rubbed Carter’s handsome, flushed face against the hard ridges of his abs while sliding his thick cock along Carter’s smooth cheeks.
Then, they flipped Carter over.
Carter landed on his back on the pile of his own clothes, staring up at the dark sky between the buildings, head spinning from the drugs and overwhelming pleasure. Marco immediately dropped down and pinned both of Carter’s wrists above his head with one strong hand, pressing them into the ground.
Luis knelt between Carter’s spread legs, staring down at his smooth, virgin hole. He rubbed his thick middle finger in slow circles around the tight ring, teasing it, pressing lightly but not pushing in yet.
Carter’s chest heaved, eyes glassy. Everything felt hazy and too intense.
Luis smirked, still circling his hole. “You want my cock, don’t you? You want me to fuck this pretty little virgin hole?”
The words snapped Carter back to reality.
His eyes widened in panic. “NO! No, please—” His voice cracked with fear. “I-I’m a virgin down there. Never… never done that. Please don’t fuck my ass. I’m serious.”
In Carter’s drugged, overwhelmed mind, an old memory flashed: the night two years ago when his then-girlfriend and he had nervously given their virginities to each other in her bedroom. It had been awkward but special…intimate, meaningful. It became a treasured memory for Carter.
Ultimately, things didn’t work out between them. But Carter had always imagined similarly losing his anal virginity (if he ever did) to someone he actually cared about. Not like this. Definitely not like this. Not to two middle-aged strangers in a filthy alley.
“Please,” Carter begged, voice trembling as tears pricked his eyes. “I’m begging you… don’t fuck me. I’ll do anything else. I’ve got money… I’ll suck your cocks, whatever you want. Just please don’t put it in me. PLEASE let me go…”
Marco tightened his grip on Carter’s wrists, smiling down at him while Luis kept teasing his hole with the tip of his finger, pressing just a little firmer against the tight ring. Marcos put his other hand over Carter’s mouth, muffling him.
Luis reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small packet of lube. He tore it open with his teeth, smirking as he slicked up two thick fingers generously.
“No, no, no—please!” Carter begged into Marco’s hand, panic rising in his voice.
Marco clamped his large hand tightly over Carter’s mouth even harder, muffling his cries, while his other hand kept both of Carter’s wrists pinned firmly to the ground above his head.
Luis lined up two of his fingers and shoved them both inside Carter’s tight virgin hole in one firm push.
“MMMPPHH!!” Carter screamed into Marco’s palm, eyes flying wide open. The sudden burning stretch was excruciating. His whole body jerked violently, legs kicking uselessly against the alley floor.
“Jesus,” Luis grunted, eyes widening in surprise as he felt the intense resistance. “This hole is REALLY fucking tight… Shit, maybe he really is an anal virgin…”
Carter thrashed desperately, trying to buck them off, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. He screamed and begged into Marco’s sweaty palm, but it came out as nothing but pathetic, muffled sounds. It was completely helpless — Marco was far too strong.
For a long, awful minute, Luis slowly worked his two fingers in and out, scissoring and stretching the tight ring while Carter writhed in pain beneath them. This can’t be happening… not like this… not in a dirty alley to a chubby old man whos name I can’t even remember…
But gradually, the burning pain began to shift. The drugs still flooding his system turned the sharp discomfort into something warmer, deeper, more intense. His struggles weakened as unwanted pleasure started creeping in.
Marco finally lifted his hand from Carter’s mouth.
“Ahh—fuck… please… PLEAE stop,” Carter gasped immediately, voice hoarse and broken. “I don’t want this… please don’t fuck me. I don’t wanna lose my virginity tonight…”
Marco’s now-free hand moved down to Carter’s chest, pinching and rolling his sensitive nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to his cock.
Luis kept pumping his fingers steadily, curling them, searching for that spot. When he found it, Carter’s back arched hard off the pile of clothes.
“God damn… holy shitt…” Carter moaned loudly, the sound pure pleasure now. He hated how good it felt. I’m such a fucking slut… I hate myself for liking this… This is disgusting. I’m being used like a cheap whore in an alley and my body is loving every moment of it.
“Guys… I beg you,,” he begged again, even as his hips started twitching weakly, pushing back onto Luis’s invading fingers. “I’m still a virgin back there… I want it to be special… not like this… take me—at least take me back to your room or something…OHHH…oh yeah right there…yeah, keep massaging it…” Carter’s thoughts screamed inside his head as he got his prostate massaged. I’m supposed to save this for someone who actually matters… and instead I’m moaning like a whore because it feels so fucking good.
Luis chuckled darkly, twisting his fingers deeper. “You’re clenching so hard around my fingers, baby. Your hole is sucking them in. You sure you don’t want cock?”
Carter squeezed his eyes shut, shame flooding through him in hot waves. This is so pathetic… I’m naked in public, getting fingered by two randos while my brother is inside the club. Shit, what would Brett even think of me if he saw me right now…
“I… I can’t…” he whimpered, another helpless moan slipping out as Luis brushed his prostate again. “Please… I’ll do anything else… just don’t take my boy cherry like this…”
Luis pulled his fingers out with a wet sound and reached into his pocket again. He took out the lube packet and squeezed a generous amount onto his average-sized, veiny cock. His salt-and-pepper pubes were dark with sweat from anticipation as he stroked himself, spreading the slick liquid until his entire shaft glistened.
Carter’s eyes widened in terror as he felt the hot, heavy weight of Luis’s cock slap against his exposed hole.
“NO—please! Don’t!” he cried out, thrashing wildly. “I’m begging you!”
Marco kept the football jock’s wrists pinned hard to the ground, his stronger body holding Carter down easily. Marco leaned forward and buried his face in the nubile stud’s left armpit, kissing and inhaling deeply the musky scent of the younger man’s fear and arousal. Marco groaned in pleasure and dragged his tongue across the wavy black pit-hair bush, licking and kissing greedily. Inhaling his conquest’s sexy young-man scent.
At the same time, Luis leaned in from between Carter’s spread legs, licking sloppily across Carter’s lips, cheeks, and jaw while his hard cock twitched and leaked precum directly onto Carter’s virgin sphincter. Carter kept trying to turn his head away, disgusted by Luis, but he couldn’t escape Luis’s hungry mouth and tongue. Meanwhile, Luis’s fat, slippery head rubbed up and down the 18-y/o virgin’s tight ring, pressing teasingly against the entrance.
Carter writhed desperately beneath the two predators, trying to twist away from the perverted touches. “Stop! Please stop! I don’t want this—get off me!”
But every struggle only made Luis’s leaking cock smear more precum across his hole, making it twitch involuntarily.
Luis pressed the fat head firmer against Carter’s opening, ready to push inside. The helpless, athletic jock closed his pretty green eyes, giving in to his fate. His muscles tensed as he prepared to get claimed against his will by the chubby middle aged man on top of him.
Meanwhile, back inside the club…
Brett was still grinding hard against the horny girl in his arms when something in the distance caught his eye. Through the flashing lights he saw the two sketchy men walking toward the side exit. One muscular blonde (who appeared to be in his late 30s), and one huskier and dark-haired dude (probably in his late 40s)….with a familiar figure stumbling between them.
Carter.
Brett’s stomach dropped instantly. His little brother looked out of it, head lolling, being half-carried by the two mysterious men.
“Fuck,” Brett muttered, a sharp pang of panic hitting him. He pulled away from the blonde mid-grind. “Hey, I’ll be back in a minute,” he told her and his friends quickly. “Gotta..um..gotta piss.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. Brett shoved through the crowd and burst out the side exit, heart pounding. He started running down the street.
“Carter!” he shouted, voice echoing off the buildings. “Carter, where the fuck are you?!”
No answer. He tried calling Carter’s phone — sent to voicemail. Carter’s phone must’ve been on silent.
Brett’s chest tightened with guilt and fear. This is my fault. I fucking dragged him to Ibiza. If something happens to him…
He sprinted down the sidewalk, checking every side street. Then he heard it: muffled voices, struggling sounds, and low grunts coming from a narrow alley just ahead.
Brett rounded the corner and saw two figures hunched over someone on the ground.
“Hey!” he roared in his deep, commanding, alpha-male voice. “What the fuck is going on here?!”
Marco and Luis jerked their heads up, eyes wide with panic. The second they saw the massive 6’3” frat jock charging toward them, they scrambled to their feet. Luis shoved his cock back into his pants while Marco released Carter’s wrists. Both men bolted down the opposite end of the alley, disappearing into the darkness.
Brett sprinted over and dropped to his knees beside his little brother. Straight away, he noticed that Carter was butt-naked, his body covered in sweat, and his cock was hard.
“Carter! Jesus Christ, are you okay?”
Brett dropped to his knees beside his little brother, his heart still hammering.
“Carter! Talk to me, bro. Are you hurt?”
Carter lay there on the pile of his own clothes, naked, sweaty, and trembling. His eyes were glassy from the drugs, but he slowly focused on Brett’s face. His voice came out weak and raspy.
“I’m… I’m okay,” he whispered. “You came just in time. Those fuckers were about to… they were gonna…”
His voice cracked and drifted off. Shame burned across his face as he looked away, unable to finish the sentence.
Brett’s jaw tightened, but his hands were gentle as he brushed Carter’s messy black hair out of his eyes.
“Hey, hey… look at me,” Brett said, his deep voice low and steady. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. No one’s gonna touch you again, alright? Not while I’m here. I swear it.”
Carter nodded shakily, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Brett helped him sit up, then carefully gathered his scattered clothes from the dirty ground. He dressed his little brother with surprising tenderness, sliding the shirt over his head, helping him step into his boxer briefs and pants, even tying his shoes for him.
“You’re drugged up, aren’t you?” Brett muttered, frowning as he noticed how unsteady Carter was.
Carter tried to stand but immediately swayed hard. Brett caught him easily, wrapping one strong arm around his waist and pulling Carter’s arm over his broad shoulders.
“I got you. Lean on me.”
They started walking slowly out of the alley. Carter’s legs felt like jelly, the drugs still making the world tilt and swirl around him. He kept stumbling, so Brett basically held him upright the entire way.
As they reached the end of the alley, Brett’s voice grew quieter. “Did they…?”
“No,” Carter cut him off sharply, voice tight with humiliation. “They didn’t rape me. But they were right fucking there, bro. If you’d been even thirty seconds later…” His voice broke again. “They had me naked. They were about to do it.”
Brett’s grip on him tightened protectively. A flash of pure rage crossed his face, but he swallowed it down for Carter’s sake.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m so sorry, man. This is my fault. I never should’ve let you out of my sight.”
He hailed the first cab he saw, practically carrying Carter into the backseat. During the ride back to the villa, Brett kept one arm wrapped around his little brother, letting Carter lean heavily against his side. The whole way, he quietly reassured him.
“You’re safe. I’ve got you. Nothing else is gonna happen tonight. We’re going straight back to the villa, okay? Just you and me.”
Carter didn’t reply. He just closed his eyes and rested his head against Brett’s shoulder, still floating from the drugs and the heavy wave of shame and relief crashing through him. Brett texted the group chat with his buddies. Told them that he and Carter decided to head home early cause Carter got sick. Probably food poisoning, he lied. They should have fun and he’d see them in the morning.
By the time the cab pulled up to the villa, Carter felt the effects of the drugs wearing off. Brett paid the driver, then helped his brother back into their room. He laid Carter on the bed and checked his phone…it was only 12:55… the rest of the boys would probably not be home for a couple of hours.
While Carter laid in bed wearing just his black boxer briefs, Brett went straight to the bathroom. He took a quick, scalding shower, trying to wash the adrenaline and guilt off his body, then brushed his teeth.
When he came back into the dimly lit bedroom, Carter was still awake, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. Brett grabbed a clean washcloth, ran it under hot water, and wrung it out. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently wiped the dried sweat and grime from Carter’s face, neck, and chest.
Carter let out a soft sigh as the warm cloth moved over his skin. “That feels really good, bro,” he murmured. His voice was clearer now. The drugs were finally fading, leaving him exhausted but lucid.
Brett stayed quiet while he cleaned him, his movements careful and almost tender. Once he was done, he tossed the cloth aside and slipped into bed beside his little brother, wearing only grey boxer briefs.
For a long minute, neither of them spoke. Brett stared at the ceiling, debating whether he should ask. Finally, he turned on his side to face Carter.
“Bro… what the fuck happened tonight?” he asked gently. “You can tell me everything.”
Carter’s jaw tightened. His green eyes glistened with emotion as he looked over at Brett. Instead of answering, his voice came out small and shaky.
“Brett… I need you to do me a favor.”
“What kind of favor?”
Carter swallowed hard, cheeks burning with shame.
“I want you to fuck me tonight.”
Brett froze, completely stunned. “What?!!”
“I want you to fuck me,” Carter repeated, voice cracking. “Hard. Rough. I want you to pin me down and fuck me like you hate me. Don’t listen if I tell you to stop. Just… take it. Please. I need you to wipe away what almost happened in that alley. I want the last memory of tonight to be you. Someone I actually care about. Not some smelly old stranger in a dirty alley.”
Brett sat up fast, eyes wide with shock. “Carter. No. You’re not in your right mind right now. You were just drugged and almost raped. I’m not doing that to you.”
Carter’s eyes filled with desperate tears. “Please, Brett. I’m begging you. Use me. I want you to rape me tonight. I’d rather lose my anal virginity to my own brother than to those disgusting fucks. I want it to be you, so no one else can ever have even a chance of being the one to pop my cherry.”
Brett looked horrified. He shook his head firmly.
“Absolutely not. I’m not fucking you, Carter. And definitely not like this. Not when you’re this fucked up.”
Carter’s face twisted with anger and humiliation. He suddenly sat up and swung his legs off the bed.
“Fine,” he snapped, voice breaking with anger. “If you won’t do it, I’ll go find someone who will. There are plenty of guys on the street right now who’d be happy to fuck me.”
He started standing up, still slightly unsteady on his feet.
Brett’s eyes flashed with panic and disbelief. “Carter, sit the fuck down. You’re not going anywhere.”
Carter didn’t wait. He pushed off the bed and headed straight for the bedroom door, still in nothing but his black boxer briefs.
“If you won’t do it,” he said bitterly, voice shaking with humiliation and need, “then I’ll find some horny homeless guy on the street who will.”
“Carter—!”
The second Carter’s hand touched the doorknob, Brett’s strong arms wrapped around him from behind like steel bands. Brett wrestled his little brother back across the room and slammed him down onto the bed.
Carter landed on his back with a grunt. Brett immediately climbed on top of him, pinning him down with his larger, heavier body. He grabbed both of Carter’s wrists and slammed them down onto the mattress on either side of Carter’s trim waist, holding him completely immobile.
Both brothers were breathing hard, staring at each other in the dim light. The room fell silent except for their heavy breathing. Brett stared into Carter’s eyes, admiring his little brother’s beautiful face.
After a long, tense pause, Brett’s voice came out low and rough.
“What do you need?”
Carter looked up at him with glassy, desperate green eyes.
“Fuck me,” he whispered. “Hard. Rough. Ignore me if I beg you to stop.” The way those two shitheads ignored my pleas earlier, Carter thought to himself.
Something dark and primal flashed across Brett’s face.
Without another word, he dropped his head and attacked Carter’s neck with aggressive, hungry kisses: sucking, biting, claiming the nubile skin like a man possessed. Carter gasped sharply as Brett’s mouth worked him over.
Carter suddenly remembered how Marco had pinned his wrists earlier in the alley, how he had struggled uselessly against the stronger man. Now Brett was doing the basically same thing — gripping Carter’s wrists tightly against the bed on either side of his waist. Carter intentionally tested him, pulling hard against the hold, trying to twist free.
Brett didn’t let him move even an inch.
The realization sent a twisted thrill through Carter. He struggled harder, deliberately recreating the helplessness from the alley. Brett’s grip only tightened, keeping him completely trapped underneath his powerful body. Brett’s breathing grew heavier…he was getting turned on by the CNC struggle.
Brett sucked hard on the side of Carter’s neck, leaving a dark, possessive hickey.
“You want it rough?” he growled against the fresh mark.
Carter nodded frantically.
Brett’s voice dropped even lower. “Fucking slut.”
He kissed and licked his way down Carter’s smooth, muscular chest, then lower across his defined six-pack abs. His mouth moved with surprising reverence, almost worshipping the younger man’s toned body as he went.
Brett hooked his fingers into the waistband of Carter’s boxer briefs and easily tore them to shreds. Carter was now completely naked beneath him.
Brett crawled back up his brother’s body and straddled his chest, pinning him even more thoroughly. His massive 8.5-inch cock stood rock-hard and throbbing, the fat head already leaking a steady stream of precum that dripped onto Carter’s smooth chest and abs.
Carter just stared up at the huge cock hovering above him, heart pounding.
Brett’s eyes were dark with lust as he shifted forward, straddling Carter’s chest higher. He grabbed his thick 8.5-inch cock and slapped the heavy, leaking head against his little brother’s lips.
“Open your fucking mouth, baby bro” he growled.
The second Carter parted his lips, Brett shoved forward, burying half his cock down Carter’s throat in one brutal thrust. Carter gagged instantly, eyes watering.
Brett didn’t give him any time to adjust. He gripped Carter’s head with both hands and started facefucking him with long, savage strokes.
“Fuck yes,” Brett snarled, hips snapping forward. “This is exactly what you begged for, isn’t it? Can’t believe my stud little bro’s turning out to be just another desperate cocksucker.”
Carter choked and sputtered around the thick shaft, spit already drooling from the corners of his mouth. Brett pushed even deeper, holding his cock down Carter’s throat for several long seconds before pulling back.
“You remember that night at Preston’s house?” Brett grunted, still thrusting brutally into his mouth. “When I was blacked out drunk? Huh”
Brett slammed deep, making Carter’s throat bulge. “Guess what? I remember everything, you disgusting little faggot. I remember you groping my cock… rubbing your ass all over my dick like a horny slut while I was passed out. You thought I wouldn’t remember, didn’t you?”
Carter’s eyes widened with surprise. He moaned loudly around Brett’s cock, the degrading words sending a fresh throb through his own dick. The shame and arousal mixed together in a toxic, intoxicating rush.
Brett laughed darkly. “Hot damn… You’re such a pathetic, cock-hungry faggot for your own big brother.”
He facefucked Carter even harder for another minute, using his throat like a fleshlight, balls slapping wetly against his chin. Finally, Brett pulled out with a wet pop, strings of thick throat slime connecting his glistening cock to Carter’s gasping mouth.
Brett’s massive cock, shiny and dripping with Carter’s throat slime, slapped heavily against Carter’s hole. He lined up the fat, swollen head and pressed it firmly against the tight virgin ring.
Carter’s eyes shot wide open.
“Wait—Brett, fuck, you’re way bigger than—” His voice cracked with sudden panic. Luis’s cock had felt big, but Brett’s was on another level. The sheer girth pressing against him made him realize just how much it was going to hurt.
Brett slapped him hard across the face, then wrapped one large hand around Carter’s throat and squeezed.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, eyes burning with lust. “You wanted this. You literally just begged your big brother to rape you, remember? So get ready, slut. You’re about to have that cherry busted by a real man.”
Brett pushed forward, the fat head of his cock forcing its way against the resistant ring, stretching Carter open as he prepared to thrust inside.
Brett gripped Carter’s hips hard and pushed forward. The fat, swollen head of his 8.5-inch cock slowly forced its way past the athletic jock’s virgin sphincter.
Carter’s eyes flew open and he screamed. “AAAAAHHH—FUCK! BRETT! IT HURTS!”
It was just the tip, but the pain was white-hot and brutal, like he was being split open. His whole body tensed violently, legs kicking uselessly.
Brett instantly grabbed a pillow and shoved it over Carter’s face, muffling his loud screams as he kept the thick head lodged just inside his little brother’s hole.
“Shhh. Quiet the fuck down,” Brett growled, voice low and rough. “You don’t want the neighbors villa hearing you, do you?”
Carter kept screaming and begging into the pillow, his voice muffled and broken.
“Pull it out! Please—please take it out! It hurts so bad bro!”
Brett didn’t pull out. He held perfectly still, only the fat head stretching Carter’s tight ring, his cock leaking precum deep into his 18-year-old brother’s virgin chute.
“Breathe,” Brett said firmly, pressing down on the pillow. “Calm the fuck down. It’s going to happen, Carter. You literally begged me for this. So just let it happen.”
Carter whimpered pathetically beneath the pillow, tears leaking from his eyes as his hole clenched and spasmed around the thick intrusion. The pain was intense, as Brett’s heavy cockhead throbbed inside him, hot and alive.
After almost a full minute of Carter’s muffled sobbing and struggling, his screams finally quieted into weak, broken whimpers. He had somewhat adjusted to the girth.
Brett slowly started pushing in again — inch by agonizing inch.
“Fuck… so goddamn tight,” Brett groaned through gritted teeth.
Carter moaned loudly into the pillow, his body shaking. “Please… mercy… Brett, I can’t… it’s too big…”
Brett ignored every plea, steadily feeding more of his massive cock into his little brother’s virgin ass until, with one final slow push, he bottomed out. His heavy balls rested against Carter’s smooth ass as he buried every inch inside him.
He finally lifted the pillow off Carter’s face.
Carter was a wreck. Cheeks flushed, lips parted and shivering, breathing in shallow gasps. He looked completely defeated.
Brett leaned down and kissed him softly on his limp, trembling lips, almost tenderly. At the same time, he reached down and started tweaking Carter’s nipples, rolling them between his fingers. His other hand wrapped around Carter’s cock, which had gone soft from the pain, and began stroking him slowly.
Carter let out a weak, broken moan as his cock slowly started to harden again in Brett’s hand.
Brett smiled against his lips and whispered, “Congratulations, little bro. You just officially lost your anal virginity… getting raped by your own big brother. Exactly like you begged for.”
He gave one slow, deep grind of his hips, letting Carter feel every inch of the cock now buried inside him.
Brett braced himself on his elbows and started moving slowly, trying to fuck Carter with long, careful strokes while gently caressing his little brother’s flushed cheek with his thumb.
“Easy… just relax for me,” Brett murmured.
But Carter’s hole was still far too tight. Every time Brett pushed in even a little, Carter involuntarily clenched hard from the pain, squeezing Brett’s thick cock like a vice. Brett hissed through his teeth.
“Oof… you’re like strangling my dick, bro.”
He pulled out slowly, his cock leaving Carter’s hole with a wet pop. The sudden emptiness made Carter whimper pathetically. A strange, shameful pang of disappointment hit him. He actually felt empty without his brother’s cock stretching him.
Before Carter could process the disappointment, Brett reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a bottle of lube, and slicked his massive cock generously. He poured more directly onto Carter’s twitching hole and rubbed it in with his fingers.
This time, when Brett lined up and pressed back in, it was much smoother. The thick head popped past Carter’s ring, and he slid in slowly, inch by inch, until he was once again buried to the balls.
Carter gasped sharply, but this time in pleasure. He was soooo thankful for the lube. “Oh my god…” he breathed, eyes fluttering.
Brett groaned in satisfaction and leaned down, kissing and sucking on Carter’s sensitive nipples while slowly grinding deep inside him. One hand wrapped around Carter’s 6.5-inch cock, stroking him tenderly as he began fucking his little bro in long, sensual strokes in missionary position.
Even with the lube, Carter writhed underneath him. The stretch was still intense. He pushed weakly at Brett’s broad shoulders and chest, instinctively trying to squirm away from the overwhelming fullness.
“Brett… wait—please…be gentle” he whimpered, even as his own cock throbbed hard in Brett’s hand.
Brett easily overpowered him, pinning Carter’s wrists down again as he continued his slow, deep thrusts.
“You literally begged me for this, remember?” Brett growled, voice thick with lust. “Don’t act like you don’t want your big brother’s cock splitting you open.”
Carter moaned loudly, head tossing side to side as pleasure and pain mixed together. Carter realized he enjoyed the taboo feeling. He always had CNC fantasies about Brett. So he decided to play into them on this night.
“Please… we shouldn’t be doing this,” Carter begged, bringing the CNC fantasy out. “Not with my own brother… Brett, please stop… I don’t want this…”
But his hips were starting to rock back to meet Brett’s thrusts, and his cock was leaking steadily over Brett’s fingers.
Brett smirked, clearly enjoying the CNC roleplay just as much.
“Bullshit,” he taunted, slamming in a little harder. “Look at you. Getting your virgin hole raped by your own big brother and your dick is harder than it’s ever been. You’re such a pathetic little slut, you know that. Begging me to stop while your hole is sucking my cock deeper. You fucking love getting raped by family, don’t you?”
Carter let out a broken, needy moan, his back arching as Brett hit that perfect spot inside him again and again.
“I… I’m not supposed to like this…” he whimpered, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of his eyes.
Brett leaned down, biting Carter’s neck possessively while continuing his slow, sensual rape of his little brother’s ass. He licked the tear (of pleasure and joy) off Carter’s cheek..slowly, almost taunting him.
“Too late, faggot. Your cherry’s already popped. My cock is balls-deep in you, and you’re gonna take every inch like the desperate whore you are.”
Brett leaned over Carter’s flushed, overwhelmed face and spat directly onto it…a thick, warm loogie landing across his cheek and lips.
“Open your mouth, bitch,” Brett growled, still slowly fucking him.
Carter obeyed with a humiliated whimper. Brett spat again, this time straight onto his tongue. Then he hocked another thick loogie right onto Carter’s hard, throbbing 6.5-inch cock.
Carter felt so pathetic and used. He was literally getting spat on while his brother raped his ass…And Carter loved every filthy second of it.
Brett used the spit as lube, wrapping his big hand around his little brother’s dick and stroking him fast and tight while continuing to thrust deep into his ass.
The degradation and overwhelming stimulation quickly pushed Carter over the edge.
“Fuck—Brett—please stop, I’m gonna….gonna cum—!” Carter begged, voice cracking.
Brett didn’t stop. He kept stroking and fucking him through it.
Carter let out a loud, broken moan as he came hard. “Ugh..noo…mhhhhh…..cummingg…CUMMINGG…AHHH!” Thick ropes of cum shot across his own handsome face, landing on his lips, cheek, and chest. His body convulsed violently, hole clenching around Brett’s cock as he painted his muscular torso with his own load.
Brett laughed darkly, clearly amused as he continued slowly fucking. “Look at you… cumming all over yourself while getting raped by your bro. That’s fucked up.”
He smeared Carter’s cum across his abs and chest like lotion, even rubbing some of it into his little brother’s face and forcing two cum-covered fingers into Carter’s mouth.
Then Brett pulled out, flipped Carter onto his side, and lay down behind him. He wrapped his powerful arms around Carter in a tight, possessive hug, one arm locked across his chest while the other hand gripped his thigh, pulling it up. In one smooth motion, he slid his thick cock back into Carter’s now-slick hole.
They were spooning tightly. Brett started fucking him again….slow, deep, sensual strokes…while holding him close like a lover.
Carter moaned helplessly as they kissed sloppily over his shoulder, tongues sliding together while Brett’s cock pumped steadily into his freshly deflowered ass.
“You know you’re my new bitch now,” Brett whispered hotly against his lips between kisses. “From now on, whenever I want this hole, you’re gonna give it to me. Understand? You’ll do whatever the fuck I say if you ever want my cock again.”
“Ugh…yes…” Carter gasped, voice shaky with pleasure. “I’ll give you anything…mhhh… whenever you want… I promise.”
Brett chuckled and bit Carter’s ear. “Good boy. Maybe I’ll knock you up tonight. You want your big brother to get you pregnant? Gonna carry my baby like a good little slut?”
The filthy breeding talk hit Carter like a lightning bolt. His cock, which had barely softened, throbbed hard again.
“Oh fuck… Brett…” he moaned, humiliated and insanely turned on.
Brett kept taunting him, voice low and dirty. “Yeah? You like that idea? Getting knocked up by your own brother’s DNA? Wanna go to sleep with my load dripping out of you, knowing I bred you?”
Carter cried out as his second orgasm crashed over him without warning. His cock pulsed and spurted helplessly onto the sheets, his ass convulsing and milking Brett’s thick cock rhythmically. Carter’s ejaculation load was much smaller this time.
Brett groaned loudly, hips stuttering.
“Fuck— that’s it. Milk my cock, you dirty little incest whore.”
With a deep, possessive moan, Brett slammed in deep and started cumming hard. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded Carter’s insides as Brett kept taunting him as he came.
“That’s my boy… take every. FUCKIN. drop. UGHHH. FUCK YEAH. Get you fucking pregnant tonight. Lil bros gonna have my baby. AHHH…hell yeah…mhhh”
Brett held Carter tightly against his chest, still buried to the hilt as the last spurts of his load pumped deep into his brother’s freshly claimed ass.
The two brothers lay there in silence afterward, still joined together. Brett kept his arms wrapped tightly around Carter from behind, his softening cock still buried deep inside his little brother’s cum-filled hole. Neither of them spoke. Brett gently kissed the back of Carter’s neck as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
Brett finally pulled out and rolled back onto his back. Carter snuggled close into Brett, pressing his naked body into his big bro’s strong, muscular body. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and the two studly brothers fell asleep like that. Tangled together, sweaty and spent.
Brett ended up fucking Carter two more times before the sun rose the next morning.
Brett has woken up in the middle of the night, his cock hard again. Carter was lying on his stomach, fast asleep. Brett didn’t hesitate. He climbed on top of him, lubed his cock again, spread Carter’s legs, and pushed his thick cock back into the slick, cum-lubed hole. Carter woke up with a muffled groan as Brett started fucking him hard, grinding his heavy body down into the mattress. Carter’s penis rubbed into the mattress pleasurably as he got fucked. Brett’s sweat dripped onto Carter’s back as he used him, pumping another load deep into his little brother’s ass before collapsing on top of him.
Hours later, at around 4:30 a.m., Carter woke up needy and desperate. He climbed on top of Brett, straddled his hips, and slowly sank down onto his big brother’s cock. He rode him like a cowboy. Slow and deep at first, then faster. Brett had to clamp a hand over Carter’s mouth to keep him quiet so they wouldn’t wake Oliver, John, or Jack, who had finally returned to the villa. Carter came all over Brett’s abs while biting back desperate moans, and Brett filled him with a third load soon after.
Completely exhausted from the long night of rough, taboo sex, both brothers finally passed out tangled in each other’s arms.
…
The next morning, the sun was high in the sky when loud knocking woke them.
“Yo! Wake the fuck up, lovebirds!” Oliver’s voice called through the door, clearly amused. “It’s almost 11. You two gonna sleep all day?”
Brett blinked awake first. He realized he was spooning Carter tightly, one arm possessively wrapped around his waist, their legs intertwined. Carter’s face was pressed against his chest.
Oliver opened the door without waiting and poked his head in. He burst out laughing at the sight.
“Goddamn. You two look cozy as hell. Did you each dream you took a different girl to bed last night or something?” He grinned. “Real cute, cuddling each other like a couple of fags. Get up, assholes. We’re grabbing brunch and hitting the beach.”
Oliver laughed again and shut the door.
Both Brett and Carter turned bright red with embarrassment. Carter buried his face deeper into Brett’s chest, mortified. Brett just cleared his throat awkwardly, his hand still resting on his little brother’s bare ass under the sheets. Despite the awkwardness, Brett did not regret what he did last night. It was some of the best sex of his life (he's had some GREAT sex over the years) and he was looking forward to more.
Thank you to everyone who's been taking the time to read these chapters and espectially to those of who who've been leaving comments. Since Ry, HornyFemboy, and Bara Tiddies all wanted to read about Carter, I went ahead and finished this chapter first.
Bryn, don't worry, I expect to get back to Logan's storyline somewhat soon. I'm glad you enjoyed the SPH of Logan. It's not been a kink of mine until lately, so it's kinda fun getting into it.
The next chapter, I think, will continue focusing on Brett and Carter as the brothers come to terms with the fact that they just enjoyed a night of amazing sex together.
