Ever since I locked the Larsen brothers in their chastity cages, they have both become bitches with the worst attitudes. Lance has complained about the inability to get hard and his inability to sleep well as a result. Lars has always been a high maintenance faggot and is constantly begging me to fuck him so he can come.
I did promise their father I’d look out for them, and I am, after all, a man of my word.
I’ve had to brush Lars off recently because I didn’t want to drop the ball overseeing Lance, who, if I were being honest, was the most fun to fuck with mentally and sexually. Every morning when I wake up I think about all the torment he put me through in high school and every night before I go to bed I am consumed by wanting to get back at him.
So, it was late afternoon when I was sitting on my sofa with an urge for someone to get off in when I decided to check in with Lance.
“Hey fucktard”, I texted him.
“Fuck you”, he responded.
“Is that what you want?”
“What do you want from me, Alex?”
“How’s your cage?”
“Leave me alone!”
“Nope, I promised your daddy I’d be watching over you boys”
“Fuck him and fuck you!”
“I’m gonna show him you wrote that.”
“No, please don’t.”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“My dad is fuckin’ crazy!”
“I know, but why shouldn’t I text him, Lance? I have nothing to lose.”
“I’ll do anything you want, just don’t text him.”
“Anything, are you sure?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Because I’m such a good guy I’m gonna let you off the hook, but I’m gonna need you to suck me off first.”
“You want me to give you a blow job?”
”Yes, and maybe give up your ass, too.”
“So if I blow you and let you fuck me, you won’t say anything to my father?”
“Nope”
“Fine”
“That’s more like it, Lance. Be here in 10”
I didn’t get a text back from him so I waited just a couple of minutes before texting again.
“I hope you’re on your way?”
“I am 4 minutes away”
“Good”
In that four minutes I removed my shirt and put on some running shorts making sure I looked great for my conquest.
When Lance knocked on my door, I swear I had the most shit-eating grin on my face.
“So glad you made it, Lance”, I said as I opened the door.
Lance snarled.
“Why do you use sex as a weapon, Alex? This is so unfair!”
“It is very unfair, but was it fair when you and your little buddies bullied me in high school? Was it fair, Lance?”
He didn’t answer.
“I asked you a question!”, I yelled.
“No”
“No what?”
“No it wasn’t fair!”
“What wasn’t fair, Lance?”
“That I bullied you in high school.”
“So don’t you think this seems just? I mean, you tormented me for four years. I’m only just getting started. We have so much opportunity to even the score.”
“You suck, Alex!”
“No, no, I don’t suck. I get sucked. I suggest you get on down on your knees and instead of whining like a little bitch you oughtta be wrapping those lips around my dick!”
Lance crossed his arms and huffed.
“No! I don’t wanna suck your dick, Alex!”
I took out my phone, took a screen shot of our text, and showed it to Lance.
“One last chance, Lance. On your knees with my dick down your throat or I will hit send. Don’t fuck with me!”
After a moment to think, Lance acquiesced and dropped to his knees with a deep loss of his dignity. He looked so pathetic with his mouth open, waiting for me to shove my dick down his throat.
“Lance, what are you doing?”
“I’m on my fuckin’ knees, Alex! What do you want?”
“I want you to pull my shorts off and come and get my dick. I’m not just gonna do it myself.”
That’s right, I wasn’t going to just give my dick away, I wanted him to earn it, to work a little before I allowed him to put his filthy mouth on my precious dick. Any additional torture I could make Lance experience would be an added bonus.
Lance made his way over to where I was sitting and undid the drawstring of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles, my erection shot out and slapped my stomach.
Lance’s eyes blinked in surprise at how hard my cock was and I swear I thought I saw that cocksucker lick his lips.
“What’s the matter, Lance? Haven’t seen a hard dick in a while?”
He looked up to my face in anger, like he wanted to bite my dick off.
“Oh come on, Lance. Stop being such a baby and show me what you can do. You know, I always tell Lars you’re a much better cocksucker than he is.”
Their sibling rivalry runs so deep that even this motivated Lance to suck my dick with pride.
No more arguing, Lance’s left hand wrapped around the base of my cock and his mouth covered the tip.
I normally don’t care for the hand/mouth combination, it seems rather lazy to me, but Lance was good at it. He wasn’t overly aggressive with his hand.
I laid back and watched my high school bully sucking on my cock and this feeling of victory came over me, like I had won the battle and the war. I never imagined Lance, the very same person who used to beat me up on a daily basis would be on his knees, in a dick lock I put on him, sucking on my big dick. It was unbelievable, but really happening.
Not only that, I’d manipulated him to the point that he was doing it willingly. It looked to me that Lance was actually loving my dick in his hand and his mouth. He was literally moaning over my cock every time he deep throated me.
“Oh fuck Lance, this is really good. You see, when you put your mind to it, and you’re not preoccupied by being such a little bitch, there’s something in it for you, too. Look how much you’re loving my dick!”
I don’t even know if Lance was even listening because it seemed like he was dicknotized. Lance was slobbering all over my shaft in his own little world.
I placed both my hands on the back of his head and pushed his throat all the way down my cock and held him down. Then I thrusted my hips upward to fuck his face. I wanted to cum so badly but I still wanted more.
I pulled him off my dick and then pushed his face to my balls. Lance didn’t need to be told what to do, his eager tongue swiped across both of them. There was no need to hold him down any longer. I lifted my hands behind my head and closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of my nuts being serviced. I hadn’t shaved them in a few days, but Lance didn’t seem bothered by that.
It was time to decide whether or not to fuck him. I decided to ask Lance what he wanted.
“Hey, you want me to fuck you?”
“Mmm hmmm”, he groaned.
“Yeah, you want my dick in your ass?”
“Mmm hmmm”, he moaned again.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
Lance didn’t answer my question, instead, he rose from his knees and faced me. Then he propped himself onto the sofa and mounted my cock, lowering his ass over my shlong.
Lance’s hands gripped my hairy pecs as he held on for leverage while he started bouncing up and down my cock. His hole was definitely not as tight as his brother’s given all the dick he’s taken, but he sure knew how to ride a dick.
It was an added thrill watching Lance’s cage wildly thrash between his legs. There were tiny strands of clear seminal fluid visibly spilling out of the cage. It felt like Lance had found his prostate and was going bonkers.
“Go on Lance. Use my cock to get yourself off!”
Lance was now feverishly working hard to get to the point of no return. His eyes were shut tight, his lips forged a large “O”, as he groaned in wild abandon, and when ge got there, to his climax, ropes of white hot cum flew out and painted my chest. Lance fell over onto my chest, our hairy torsos now stuck together by the glue of his seed.
I placed each of my hands on an ass cheek and bucked my hips upward, his hole had tightened around my fuck stick like a vice when he came, but I loosened him up enough to fuck him good. A guttural roar raged out of my lungs as my seed filled him up.
It was so good, I raised his head off of my shoulder and I kissed him on the lips. That lead to a full-on tongue swapping French kiss.
When Lance realized what was happening, he pulled away. I didn’t understand it either.
“What the fuck was that just now, Alex?”
“I don’t know. It didn’t mean anything. I was just caught up in cumming up your ass.”
“Are you sure it was nothing because it felt like something to me? Maybe we should do it again just to be sure?”
My dick was still impaled up his hole, I clearly wasn’t thinking clearly.
“Yeah, ok”, I said stupidly.
Lance lowered his lips to mine and the same thing happened. There were sparks that I had no idea were there. I loathed Lance, how could this be?
Lance came to his senses, dismounted me, put on his shorts and shoes, grabbed his underwear and shirt in his hands and said, “I better go”.
And just like that, Lance was gone. I put my head in my hands in disbelief.
“Oh shit!”, I said.
“What the fuck was that?”, I thought.
I tried to repress what happened for the next hour, but I couldn’t. As I thought about his lips smothering mine, his taste, his smell, how he sucked my dick, how he shot a hands-free load all over me…my cock was fucking hard as a rock again.
I hardly ever used the fleshlight I bought a couple of years ago. I was a horny bastard in high school. My parents were never home and I had free use of their credit cards, I ordered it online through a company that would call itself something benign so I wouldn’t get caught.i used that thing multiple times a day back then.
I pulled it out of its box, put some lube on my dick and the suction felt amazing.
I closed my eyes, and once again images of Lance passed through my thoughts as I pleasured myself with this old toy I hadn’t used in ages.
I didn’t last long. When I shot my second nut within the hour of cumming inside Lance, it was like I was doing it all over again, but in reality I was filling the fleshlight.
Once I cleaned my cock off, I grabbed my phone.
“Lance”, I texted…
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