Next day…
It was late afternoon when I went back, the sun already low and the park started to thin out. The light was turning soft and gold, that long, warm stretch before dusk. I told myself I wouldn’t stay long. Just long enough. My hole was still sore and open from the day before, still hurting when I walked, and the thought of Sean finding out who I was made my stomach twist. But I still locked the stall door, dropped my shorts, and got on my knees on the cold tiles like a dog waiting for its owner.
I didn’t have to wait long.
Heavy footsteps. The door on the other side slammed open harder than usual. Then Sean’s voice, low and determined.
“Alright, cocksucker. Time’s up. I wanna see your fucking face.”
My blood froze.
I heard him try the door handle. It was locked. He rattled it once, twice.
“Open the goddamn door.”
I stayed silent, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
There was a second of silence. Then a hard, violent kick. The old wooden door shuddered. Another kick. The cheap lock cracked. A third kick and the door flew open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang that echoed through the empty bathroom.
Sean stepped in.
He was still in his work clothes — dusty gray tank top, old jeans, red cap turned backward, arms and chest shiny with sweat from the day. His eyes locked on me immediately.
For a full three seconds neither of us moved.
I saw the exact moment it hit him. His face went from angry determination to pure, frozen shock. The color drained out of him. His mouth opened slightly.
“…David? My little brother?”
The name came out like he’d been punched in the gut.
I scrambled backward on the tiles, trying to pull my shorts up, but he was already moving. He grabbed my arm hard, fingers digging into the muscle, and yanked me up so fast my feet left the ground for a second.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice was low and dangerous, shaking with something between rage and disbelief.
“You’re the one who’s been…? You’re the fucking fag I’ve been using? I can’t fucking believe it!”
I couldn’t answer. My mouth opened but nothing came out.
Sean’s grip tightened until it hurt. He dragged me out of the stall and straight through the bathroom door into the park. The light outside was already turning that soft purple-orange of late afternoon, the trees casting long shadows across the grass. There were still a few people in the distance, but far enough that no one was looking our way.
Sean didn’t care. He hauled me across the grass like I weighed nothing, his free hand clamped around the back of my neck.
“You little fucking pervert,” he hissed in my ear. “My own brother. Sucking dick through a glory hole. Taking my cock up the ass like a cheap whore.”
He shoved me hard against the thick trunk of an old oak tree at the edge of the path, out of direct sight of the main trail. The bark scraped my cheek and chest. Before I could even try to push back he was already yanking my shorts and underwear all the way down to my ankles. Cool evening air hit my bare ass and balls.
Sean spat into his palm, stroked himself twice, and lined up.
“No more hole. No more hiding.” His voice was pure venom. “You’re gonna take it like this. Face to face with your own fucking brother. You want this right? Tell me.”
He shoved in hard.
“Yes…yes Sean..”
The stretch was brutal. My hole was still loose and open from the day before, but the angle against the tree made it feel tighter, more exposed. Sean didn’t ease in. He slammed the full length of his thick, veiny cock into me in one long, punishing thrust that forced the air out of my lungs. I cried out against the bark.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, clamping a hand over my mouth from behind. “You wanted this cock so bad you’re gonna get every fucking inch of it.”
He started fucking me hard and deep, hips snapping forward with the full force of his body. Every thrust drove me up against the rough bark. The tree scraped my chest and stomach raw. I could feel every ridge of his cock dragging in and out of my stretched hole, the wet, filthy sound of it loud in the quiet evening air. His heavy balls slapped against me with every stroke. Sweat from his chest dripped onto my back.
“This is what you are,” Sean snarled against the side of my head, breath hot and ragged. “A little bitch who bends over for his own brother’s dick. A dirty fucking faggot who lets strangers breed him in a public bathroom.”
He reached around, grabbed my neck, and choke me hard while he kept pounding my ass. I was already hard and leaking, and the dual sensation of pain and pleasure made my knees buckle. Sean just pressed me harder into the tree and fucked me through it.
“You like that? You like getting used by your own blood?” He twisted his wrist on my cock at the same time he drove in deep. “Answer me.”
I could only moan into his hand.
Sean laughed, dark and mean. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
He fucked me like that for a long time — long, deep, punishing strokes that made my hole burn and flutter around him. Every time he bottomed out I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against that spot deep inside that made my vision blur. Spit and precum were running down my thighs. The smell of sex and sweat and cut grass filled the air. Somewhere far off a dog barked. A car door closed. None of it mattered.
Sean’s rhythm started getting shorter and harder. His breathing turned into low, animal grunts against the back of my neck.
“I’m gonna fill this ass,” he warned, voice tight. “I’m gonna dump every drop of my cum inside my own little brother’s hole. And you’re gonna take it. You’re gonna keep it in you while I walk you to the car.”
He slammed in one last time, buried to the hilt, and came hard.
I felt it — the hot, thick pulses of his load flooding deep into me, wave after wave while he kept grinding against my ass like he was trying to push it even deeper. His hand was still wrapped around my neck. The feeling was too much so I just let myself go too, shooting my cum across the bark of the tree in messy ropes while my hole clenched and milked every last drop out of him.
Sean stayed buried in me for a long moment, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against the back of my neck. Then he pulled out slow. I felt his cum immediately start leaking out of my stretched, used hole and running down the inside of my thighs in warm, thick trails.
He turned me around roughly, still holding my arm, and looked at me for the first time fully. His face was flushed, eyes dark, expression a mix of disgust and something hotter and uglier.
“Get your fucking shorts up,” he said. “We’re leaving.”
He didn’t let go of my arm the entire walk to the parking lot. My legs were shaky. Every step made more of his cum leak out of me and soak into my underwear. When we reached his truck he shoved me into the passenger seat and climbed in behind the wheel.
He sat there for a few seconds in silence, both hands on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead while the last light of day faded into dusk.
Then he spoke, voice quiet and final.
“Tonight you’re coming with me.”
I looked at him.
Sean turned his head slowly and met my eyes.
“I got the whole crew meeting up at the warehouse after work. Six guys. All of them been working their asses off all week. All of them hard and frustrated and looking to blow off steam.” He leaned in a little closer. “I’m gonna walk you in there, tell them the truth — that my little brother is the cock-hungry faggot from the gloryhole who likes getting used — and then I’m gonna let every single one of them take a turn.”
He reached over, grabbed my chin, and forced me to keep looking at him.
“Mouth. Ass. Whatever they want. For as long as they want. And you’re gonna take it like a good little brother. Because that’s what you are now. The company whore.”
He started the engine.
“Buckle up, David. Party starts in an hour.”
I sat there in the passenger seat with my brother’s cum still dripping out of my hole, the taste of the last few days still in my mouth, and the park fading into darkness behind us.
And I knew I wasn’t going to say no. I knew I was becoming his bitch, for life… My big brother’s personal faggot.
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