He is 21, my neighbor, thick hair covering his chest and legs. I am 27, smooth everywhere.
At the gym, shirtless and sweating, he bench-pressed while his older brother of my age spotted him.
I walked over.
"Any service you need," I said. "Anything. I'm next door."
He racked the bar, sat up, smirked.
"What kind of service?" he asked, slow and loud.
My nub leaked instantly, betraying me through my shorts. His eyes dropped to the wet spot.
His brother watching raised an eyebrow. My face burned.
"Anything you want," I whispered.
He stood, clapped my smooth shoulder, his hairy arm brushing my bare chest.
"I'll use you soon," he said.
I left hard, wet, owned
I took his number without hesitation.
His text came an hour after the gym closed: Brother's place. Tonight. After 10.
At 10:15, I knocked. He opened the door shirtless, sweatpants low, his semi-erect bulge already the size of my fully hard one. His older brother smirked (enough for my nub tightening) from the couch.
"Come in," he said.
I stepped inside. He tapped my face, a light, claiming touch. "Good."
My voice shook. "I am available for your service, sir."
He sat, spreading his legs like a man—a man I'm not—and put his bare foot on the table. The foot I knew I was destined to worship.
"You need to do the dishes first," he said, his eyes pinning me. "Then we discuss your service situation."
He pointed toward the kitchen. "Right now," he added, his voice forceful.
I scrubbed the last plate, hands shaking. When I turned, he sat waiting—legs spread, feet bare, that hairy chest rising slow.
"Kneel," Adeel said. "Contract first."
I knelt. He placed his foot on my thigh, heavy and warm.
"You serve me. Only me. My brother watches. He does not touch unless I allow. Say it."
"I serve only you, sir."
He lifted his foot to my lips. I kissed—the sole, the arch, each toe. Then he leaned down, gripped my hair, kissed my forehead. Ownership.
"Open."
I did. He slapped my balls first, light, stinging, reminding.
My nub leaked a drop, I'm not allowed to touch myself without the permission of my younger alpha Adeel. Then his cock filled my mouth, thick and heavy, the size I could never be.
His brother stood, unzipping, moving toward me. I felt his hand on my neck, guiding me toward his bulge.
Adeel shoved me back by the hair. "This one is mine." His older brother froze, jaw tight, angry, but he stepped back. Could not disobey his alpha brother. Just like I could not disobey mine.
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