My Step Bro's Literal Crotch Snake

Episode III: The Step Twins' Sex Dungeon

Five days after being captured, Hazy slept fitfully in a dog kennel with only a long t-shirt on and a butt plug tormenting his prostate that had not gotten a release since his romp with Dusty on the lawn. Just remembering the muscle god's cock inside him made him shudder and moan and then wake up panting, biting his lip to keep from having a wet dream. He had firm orders never to cum. 

Day in and out, the step twins only fed him aphrodisiacs (such as strawberries, chili peppers, and watermelon) and prune juice (so his poo wouldn't send him over the edge as it exited his love tunnel). 

They and their friends drove him wild every chance they got. They were experts at bringing him within inches of release with their mouths, tongues, feathers, hands, feet, genitals, fingers, and toys while he remained bound and unable to finish himself off. They, on the other hand, broke their own rules and had multiple orgasms right in front of him, then whipped each other as punishment while he watched in agony. All of his body felt hot, sensitive, and unbearably tense as it begged to cum and was repeatedly denied. They watched him shower and use the toilet, whip and paddle in hand, as he squirmed under the delicate stream against his starving erogenous zones.

"Vaaaan," he gasped, leaning against the wall of the shower by one arm, trying to stave off the inevitable. The water ran down his smooth torso over his twitching asshole and rock-hard cock head. "Ahh....I can't..." He moaned, involuntarily tightening his buttocks and bending his legs. "Oh no...ahh...Van!" He squeaked in a high pitched voice. Emma, nude with a fully hard prick, reached in and shut off the water, stabilizing Hazy with a firm grasp of his shoulder. He took deep breaths. Chilly air shocked him as it was fanned onto his wet body until his erection subsided, still dripping a glob of pre-cum all the way to the floor. "Oh my God! That was so close!" He turned the shower back on.

"Hang in there, Hazy. You're my everything!" I called out to him. He couldn't hear me. My psychic ability only worked for remote viewing, not telepathy.

"Are you doing your psychic thing again?" asked Dusty, leaning back on the couch shirtless and wearing only a jock strap over his package that he kept rubbing as he watched TV.

"Yeah. My step bro can't take much more of their torture. They're edging him beyond his limit." 

"That's...that's terrible," he said. Over the past few days of living with Dusty, I could tell he was more than a little excited by the idea himself. His absentminded rubbing was now focused stroking on the tip of his hardening pole.

We'd been at the gym every day bulking up for our rescue mission and finding the right weapons and gadgets to use to infiltrate the twins' dungeons. Hazy's crotch snake turned out to be a skilled pimp and was whoring out Chu-chu's hungry ass to make money for his ransom while my crotch monkey did cam shows. They still hadn't made anywhere close to the million dollars that we needed by tomorrow.

"I don't know what we'll do," I cried. "We aren't going to get the money on time."

"Come here," Dusty said. He held out his arms to hold me, and I jumped in his lap, rubbing my bare asshole against the hardness in his jock strap. He patted my back. "I have a backup plan if things don't work out. Just trust me, okay. We'll get Hazy back tomorrow."

"Okay, I trust you." I kissed him, feeling up his bulging, defined chest. I gently pinched his nipples and humped against his cockhead that twitched and flexed in response. We made out there on the couch, gradually increasing the speed and pressure of our grinding. He brought around a finger to play with my hole, and I playfully swatted it away, instead tightening my ass around his head through the damp jock strap as our tongues embraced.

After a while, he broke away panting and rubbing my bare chest. I got off him and took off the wet strap, and he signed in relief as his cock flopped out. I grabbed it and immediately began assaulting it with my mouth, running the tip of my tongue over the unsheathed, sensitive head where my ass had just been, making him groan out loud and hold my head in his hands. I took his entire length in my mouth. Judging by his cracking voice, it wouldn't take long at all. I went from his dripping head to throbbing base slowly as a tease, then faster and rougher. I gently fondled his balls in one hand and his nipple in the other as he ran his firm palms all over my head, neck, and shoulders. 

"Ahhhh...." he called out, urgently. His balls contracted under my fingers. "I'm close!" he yelled. I took him all the way to the base, jabbing my tongue into the spot where his shaft met his scrotum, making him belt out a series of loud pants as he fucked my mouth and sent out three shots of his milk into my throat. I held him in my mouth until the contractions stopped and he sank back in his seat.

"Oh my God, Van!" he exclaimed, trying to catch his breath. He pulled me back up to him, and laid face-to-face on the couch kissing while he quickly brought me over the edge with a handjob, making me shoot all over him. He picked up gobs of it and shoved it all into my slutty mouth to mix with his own load inside me. We turned off the TV and went up to his bed where we fell asleep spooning.

We woke up the next morning with our cocks both rock-hard and pressed against each other, and Chu-chu, the perverted gym rat, was spying on us and dealing with a hardness of his own from the sight. He turned to us, cigar in mouth, and said, "I got your money, lovebirds." Beside him was a suitcase with a million dollars inside.

"Wow," I said, "how did you get it so fast?"

He shrugged. "It fell off the back of a truck." I noticed a blood stain near the handle of the case. "Gonna give ol' Chu-chu some sugar now?" He put out his cigar on the floor and climbed into bed with his giant furry dick pointing upward, shoving his horny body in between our frotting cocks. with a groan. His needy mouth swallowed my cock and his greedy ass swallowed Dusty's. It wasn't long until the two of us jizzed into his cum slut of a gym rat. Chu-chu himself laid on his back and had a hands-free orgasm, shooting a load up and into his own mouth with expert aim.

With money and hand, Dusty and I decided it was time to go rescue Hazy. We got dressed and went outside to the property line between his yard and his neighbors'. We looked at each other in the in the clear summer morning light, nodded, held hands, and jumped across together. Still holding hands, I knocked on their back door. No response. 

We looked at each other and I knocked again. "Is anyone there?" I called.

"Coming!" shouted Mark's voice from inside. We giggled because he said 'coming.' A small hatch opened near the top of the door, and only a mouth appeared. "The letter said to deposit it in my bank account."

"It's here in the case. Police will get suspicious if we do that," said Dusty, opening it up to show him.

"Step inside then." The door unlocked, and we could hear Mark walking away from it. Dusty opened it and it creaked open to a small hallway lined with pictures cut out from porn magazines and National Geographic. We saw a photo of hippos fucking with jizz stains on it.

Suddenly, we heard a loud crash and both fell through the floor, landing on hard concrete. A hidden trapdoor. Mark looked down at us with a smirk, and then it closed, leaving us in near pitch blackness. We fumbled around and found a door that was unlocked with light coming out underneath it and stepped through it into a stone hallway lined with torches. Could this be the path to their sex dungeon?

"Hazy!" I yelled. No response. We continued walking through the tunnel, listening carefully for any footsteps and voices. I used my psychic power to locate him, and I saw him in the sex dungeon nude on a table, ass in the air, with Emma giving him an enema. I struggled to stay soft in this serious situation as I watched ravenously horny Hazy fight to keep his prostate from losing control. 

Dusty and I reached a room so large we could not sense the opposite walls or ceiling. The lights came on slowly as we entered--and we were face to face with none other than my sisters, Thuy and Duy. Both had on skintight leather suits and looked confident, hands on hips.

"What are you doing here?" I yelled. "Where's Hazy?"

"Hazy's being treated right now," said Thuy. "Unfortunately, you won't live to see him." She pulled a pair of stilettos out of her cleavage, and Duy pulled a whip concealed along her back. 

"Nothing personal," said Duy as they approached us. "Emma offered us fifty bucks to kill you."

Like most Asian guys, we both knew karate. "I know karate," I said, moving into a defensive stance. Dusty did the same. Duy was the first to charge us, cracking the whip all around. Dusty did a flip over her and tripped her with a sweep of the foot. He took the whip from her and held her down with his foot on her back as she flailed around trying to grab it back as he held it just out of her reach.

Thuy did a flip in the air and came down on me with both daggers drawn. I dodged to the size and she landed within inches of where my heart just was.  She slashed wildly, and I dodged her strikes with quick ducks and jumps. She tried to trip me just as Dusty as done, and I did a backflip to dodge it. We both stared at each other, panting. I saw my chance and rushed up to her, karate chopping her in the chest. She fell to her knees, defeated, dropping her knives on the stone floor.

"Take us to your leader," I commanded.

"Very well," said Thuy. Dusty let up Duy but did not give back her whip, keeping it for himself. The two led us across the room but then suddenly bolted away in different directions into the dark.

"Shit, they're gone." The muscle god and me found a door in the dark which my psychic power told me led to Hazy. But it was locked. We started trying to pick the lock, but then we were attacked once again.

"You thought us defeated?" yelled Thuy, holding a much larger pair of shortswords.

"Think again!" yelled Duy. "I hoped I wouldn't have to do this." She injected her bicep with a syringe and gasped in pain, doubling over. "Pure testosterone!" she groaned. The results were almost instantaneous. Her muscles grew to enormous sizes, ripping out of her leather suit and hair grew all over them as she screamed and transformed into a body building gorilla. She tore the door off the wall we had been trying to open and shredded it in two, preparing to throw the pieces at us. Thuy also took the moment to run at us, swords drawn.

Suddenly a loud shot rang out, and Thuy's head exploded. Her swords dropped to the ground with clanks. Three more shots rang out and hit Duy's massive chest, causing her to whine and fall to the floor in a pool of blood.

"They died with honor," said a familiar voice behind us. In walked my dad carrying a shotgun and looking badass. There was another roar in the distance, and a large figure approached us carrying a metal fold-up chair. It was Lester the mole furry from next door in his costume but naked from the waist down. "Cover your ears, boys," said Dad, as he held out the shotgun with one hand and shot Lester square in the face, sending him crashing to the ground. He held the barrel to his lips and blew on the smoking rising from it.

"You came for us!" I hugged my dad.

"I've been thinking..." he started. "About Hazy. I...I have feelings for him, Van.... I love him. And he needs me to rescue him."

"I love him too," I said. "They're bringing him so close but won't let him cum. It's heartbreaking."

"That's....that's terrible," he said, adjusting his crotch. "Look, I know this...incest and...homosexuality isn't right. I served my wife divorce papers. So Hazy isn't my step son anymore. He's be free to be...." He trailed off. His trousers were tented out.

"This love story is the cutest thing ever," said Dusty, reaching over to rub my dad's hardness through his pants. He moaned softly.

"Let's go guys." I motioned toward the now-open door.

We went down another corridor and into the sex dungeon where Hazy was being kept. He was naked with his hands tied up and lying on a table, but Mark and Emma were nowhere to be found. There was only Thuy's crotch muffin and Emma's crotch salamander rolling around having sex.

"Hazy!" I yelled, rushing to untie him.

"I love you, Van," he said. "I missed you so much." His eyes were tearing up at our reunion. I kissed him, which he returned tenderly. Something else returned in the process, a big problem down below that he'd been suppressing all week. He gulped. "B-be careful," he whispered while stroking me with his free hands. "I'm a hair trigger." Dusty and Dad both rubbed his feet and chest while I kissed him. "Oh my God," he sighed, bringing a hand down to stroke his dripping cock that Dad swatted away. 

Hazy grabbed my head and whispered, "I need you to fuck this huge load out of me right the fuck now. Please, please Van. I need it. I need you so bad."

He got on his knees, shaking with tension and breathing hard as he handed me a bottle of lube. I coated my hard cock with it and started lubing up his ass with a finger. "Ahhhh....uhhh," his voice cracked and his ass twitched against my finger. "Stop," he squeaked. "Your cock....please...." He reached back and grabbed my shaft, bringing it to his throbbing hole and shoving it inside. "Ahhhh!" he yelled. He humped back against it as hard as he could, taking in my entire length at once. I could feel his bulging prostate on my cock and aimed for it with each thrust. With his shaking, panting, and involuntary kegals around my length, I also wasn't going to last long. I was on my knees behind him thrusting slowly while I explored up to his sensitive round nipples with my hands. The moment I pinched them, he whined, "Vaaaaan!" and immediately picked up speed and force to slap his sweaty hips against mine.

I could tell he was extremely close and only needed me to push his button one more delightful time. I grabbed him around the torso in both strong arms and picked him up, bringing him to my chest as my hard cock head connected with his quivering prostate. I reached around and stroked his damp shaft to bring him the rest of the way. He squirmed in my arms and gasped for air as everything tensed up and he reached the point of no return. My own body couldn't take how wild I was driving him, and even before his climax finished, I was shooting into his tight hole. "Oh....oh! I love you Van!" he screamed as shot after shot of pent up cream exploded out of him and onto the table and floor, his ass contractions sending electricity up my own spent cock.

One look at the damp crotches of Dusty and my dad showed that they hadn't been able to hold their own loads in while watching the display. The crotch muffin and crotch salamander ate up all of Hazy's cum and started fused together and evolving.

Emma and Mark clapped at the performance and revealed that they were fucking behind a curtain while they watched and had both had sizeable orgasms onto the floor. "For that show, I think we'll let you leave," Emma said. "Just this once."

Hazy put his clothes back on, and the five of us left the house. But everything wasn't over yet. It turns out the salamander and muffin were undergoing a highly unusual super evolution together. They were turning into none other than a giant T-rex. It grew and grew until it broke through the wall of the step twins' house and stood over us. It was the size of a mountain and hungry. We called the police who promised to send the army, but we were still going to die.

And then Chu-chu came to save the day. "Give me cum!" the slutty gym rat demanded. "I can super evolve into a powerful spooge dino." Everyone quickly brought out their cocks and/or pussies and gave the perverted rat a bukkake facial that he'd been fantasizing about for years. Dusty, his companion, came inside his ass. while loads were dumped on his face. The T-rex watched with a look of pure lust and its cloaca started to engorge and drip with fluid. After he'd eaten everyone's cum, Chu-chu also began to rapidly super evolve until he was also the size of a mountain. He was a brontosaurus, a long-necked herbivore with a giant meaty cock the size of a Greyhound that was hardening at the sight of the t-rex's predicament. The two began a courting ritual right there in the street.

The horny T-rex bent down to have Dino Chu-chu mate with its slobbering wet cloaca. He brought his long neck down and rimmed its hole, sending it into ecstasy-filled growls and causing it to lean back more into his mouth. The brontosaur assaulted the hole with his tongue, going deeper and deeper into the chasm. Its partner begged for the main attraction, but instead, Chu-chu did something that shocked everyone. Instead of shoving his throbbing cock inside, he stuck his entire head and much his long neck in. The T-rex roared with a mixture of pleasure and pain as it was split open and the spooge dino forcefully brushed against its prostate and G-spot repeatedly in its love tunnel, bringing it closer to the edge. It moaned, thrusting its wobbling hips back and forth to send Chu-chu's head in deeper. Cloaca fluid was gushing out like a fountain as the head fucking reached its climax. The needy carnivore held its breath and then let out a long scream as it shook its way through the first earth-shaking orgasm of its kind felt in 65 million years. The vibrations sent Chu-chu over the edge as well. He'd already bored a hole in the ground with his massive dinosaur cock thrusts and then made a milky pond in it as he shot buckets, which my slutty crotch monkey and Hazy's snake made a beeline for to go drink.

Chu-chu pulled out his head covered with cloaca juice and bird shit, and the hole continued gushing out fluid everywhere and then a large dinosaur egg fell to the ground. He brought his long neck around to the T-rex's face, and they kissed over their egg. 

The army had finally arrived with tanks and tranquillized the two dinos, taking them away to a secure facility in Area 51. Mark and Emma, still nude, were cuffed by police and carted off to jail for their crimes.

The display I had just seen had made me unbearably horny, and Dusty had his hand in my shorts playing with me as Dad embraced Hazy.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Dad said to him. "Listen...Hazy...this may come as a bit sudden, but I'm no longer your step daddy. We uh.....I uh....filed for divorce, so if you want, we can...."

"That's too bad," said Hazy.

"You're very special to me," my dad continued, rubbing his back. "We uh....well....call me after you process the divorce a bit, okay? We...we don't have to do anything you don't want to." 

"I will," said Hazy. He embraced me in a tender hug after breaking away from Dad. "It feels weird that we aren't related anymore, Van. I really liked being your brother."

"Me too," I replied, stroking his upper back. "It almost feels empty. It was hotter being brothers."

"Well...." he whispered against me. "I know a way we could be related again..." He looked deep into my eyes.

I pulled him in for a long and passionate kiss and explored his body with my hands, aware that our hard cocks were rubbing against each other in front of Dad and Dusty. The thought of the orgasm I'd just given him in the dungeon made me hungry for more. I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with my former step-bro to give him one of those every morning and night.

"I love you, Hazy," I said. "I want to make you mine...forever."

"Yes! I love you!" He gasped in elation, kissing me several times in succession. After we were done, the two of us walked off into the sunset hand-in-hand.

Epilogue - One Year Later:

Hi guys, Van here. Hope you liked my true story of events that actually took place. :)  I just wanted to give a quick update on how things turned out for us: 

Dusty and I tied the knot three months ago. We're step husbands now! We moved to LA together to sell our stories to reality TV networks. Our latest hit is Adults Adopting Adults - Gay Edition. We were given five million dollars by the studio to show off our horny gay lifestyle to the entire country. Our adopted step son, Hazy, is the true star of the show, and we love him with all our hearts, cocks, and souls. He's our everything. We still have our insatiable crotch animals to vacuum up all the cum the three of us leave around the house.

Chu-chu and Bob, the T-rex, continued to mate and fuck, and insatiably horny dinosaurs have taken over Area 51 and most of Nevada.

My dad unexpectedly came out as bisexual. I never would have guessed. And he's now in a three-way marriage with the step twins Mark and Emma, and they adult-adopted the pizza delivery twink as their step-sub and paid him $50 to change his name to Hazy II. The three of them are on probation for indecent exposure, murder, and other crimes.

All's well that ends well.