It started simply. One evening after measurements and a light lower-body session, Tommy sat on the edge of the bed, naked, cock already heavy against his thigh. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small folded bundle in soft pink and white.
“C’mere, little bro. New thing today. We’re gonna call it playtime. And playtime has its own outfit.”
He handed Eli a stretchy pink-and-white jockstrap, smooth, glossy elastic material that would cling and move with every shift, and a matching tiny crop top, same colors, short enough that it would ride up over Eli’s ribs with the slightest reach.
“This is the playtime outfit,” Tommy said, voice warm but firm. “Jockstrap and crop. Puts everything I want right where I can see it. Put them on for me.”
Eli stripped out of his old briefs and pulled the jockstrap up. The stretchy pouch cradled his little cocklet snugly while the straps framed his ass completely bare. The crop top slid on next, pink and white stripes ending just under his pecs. He looked smaller, cuter, more on display than ever.
Tommy turned him around, spread his cheeks with both thumbs, and groaned.
“Fuck. Look at this. So pretty. So pink. Smooth as anything. The jock makes it even better—frames your anus perfect.” His thumbs stroked the clean-shaven skin, then gently parted him wider. Eli’s hole was tight, neat, a perfect little furl of soft pink that clenched shyly under the attention. “You have the prettiest anus I’ve ever seen, Eli. Special. Delicate. Makes my mouth water just looking at it.”
Eli flushed deep in his new outfit, but he pushed back a little into the hold. He already liked how he looked. How exposed the stretchy jockstrap left him.
Tommy lubed a slim, shiny pink plug and pressed it against the tiny mouth. “Just play. No rushing. I want to watch this pretty thing open for me while you’re dressed like this.”
He worked it in slow, narrating the whole time, how the pink rim stretched, how it clung, how beautiful it looked swallowing the toy against the white straps of the jock. When the plug finally seated, Tommy groaned low and squeezed Eli’s bare cheeks around it.
“Perfect. My favorite little hole. All mine to play with. Outfit stays on.”
Then he tipped Eli onto the floor between his knees and fed him his cock. “Keep that pretty anus full while you take care of big bro.”
Eli sucked eagerly, crop top riding up, jockstrap pouch already damp, the plug shifting inside him. Tommy came down his throat that night with both hands in his hair, gentle but firm.
Eli went home still wearing the outfit under his clothes, glowing. He already couldn’t wait for the next playtime.
Playtimes became sacred.
Three or four evenings a week, after training, Tommy would say the words, “Playtime, little bro. Outfit on.”, and Eli’s stomach would flip with happy nerves. He learned to change without being told: stretchy pink-and-white jockstrap snug around his hips, tiny matching crop top, then present, knees wide, chest down, ass up, reaching back to spread himself so Tommy could see everything the jockstrap framed.
Tommy always started the same way. He would stare, touch, compliment.
“God, it’s even prettier today. Look how pink and soft. Smooth little rosebud sitting there between the straps. I could look at your anus for hours.” He’d lean in and kiss it sometimes, soft and reverent, or rub his stubbled cheek against it just to feel Eli shiver. “Special hole. My favorite thing on your whole body. Even prettier than this cute little cocklet in its pink pouch.”
Then the toys came out, different sizes, different shapes. Slim ones that slid in easy and made Eli sigh. Thicker plugs that stretched him until his toes curled. A small dildo with a slight curve that Tommy worked in and out while telling him how perfectly his pretty pink anus gripped it. A heavier one that made Eli’s eyes water but felt so good once it was deep.
Tommy was endlessly patient and endlessly vocal.
“That’s it… open up for me… look how beautifully it’s stretching… such a good little hole… so pink around the toy… fuck, Eli, you have no idea how special this anus is. And this outfit makes it look even better.”
Eli grew addicted. He loved the focus. Loved being spread and studied and slowly opened while dressed in the stretchy pink-and-white set Tommy had chosen. Loved the soft, filthy praise aimed straight at his most private place. His little cocklet stayed rock-hard and leaking into the jock pouch the entire time, untouched, while Tommy played.
But every few sessions, Tommy’s control slipped.
He would pull the current toy free, stare at the open, shiny pink hole framed by the white straps, and line his own cock up instead.
“Just the tip,” he would promise, voice tight. “Just want to feel it.”
The fat head always popped in with a wet sound that made both of them moan. Tommy would sink deeper, one inch, two, three, stretching Eli’s pretty anus obscenely around his thick shaft while the crop top rode up and the jockstrap straps dug lightly into Eli’s skin. Eli’s face would press into the sheets, mouth open, taking it as long as he could.
Then the burn would spike. Too much. Too wide.
“Tommy!” Eli would gasp, or simply whimper and clench and cry out in pain.
Tommy always stopped. Always pulled free with a wet pop, chest heaving, cock shiny and throbbing, a thick string of precum connecting him to Eli’s fluttering hole. He would stare at the stretched pink rim trying to close, framed so perfectly by the playtime jock, and let out a long, frustrated breath through his nose.
“Sorry, little bro. Got greedy. Your anus just looks too fucking good in this outfit.” Then he’d kiss the small of Eli’s back, voice softer. “You’re doing so well. We’ll get there. Big bro promises.”
He never pushed past three inches. But the want in his eyes grew heavier every time.
As the weeks passed, the face-fucking started to change.
After a long playtime, after Tommy had spent twenty, thirty minutes opening Eli’s pretty pink anus with fingers and plugs and dildos, praising it nonstop, sometimes even licking it until Eli was shaking in his stretchy pink-and-white jock and crop, Tommy’s frustration needed somewhere to go.
He would pull Eli off the bed by the hair (not cruelly, but firmly) and put him on his knees, crop top bunched under his arms, jockstrap pouch bulging and wet.
“Open.”
The first times were still controlled. Deep strokes, holding Eli’s head, using his throat thoroughly but pulling back when Eli gagged too hard.
Then it got rougher.
Tommy started fucking his face in earnest, long, deep thrusts that made Eli’s throat bulge, spit flying, eyes watering. He held Eli’s head with both hands and drove in until his balls slapped Eli’s chin, stayed buried while Eli choked and fluttered, then pulled back just long enough for a desperate breath before slamming in again.
“Take it… fucking take it… good little bro… use that throat since your pretty anus isn’t ready yet—”
Eli’s hands stayed on his thighs like he’d been taught. Tears ran down his face. Spit and precum soaked the crop top and dripped onto the jockstrap. The current plug or dildo was still lodged deep in his carefully opened hole the entire time, shifting with every brutal thrust into his throat.
And Eli secretly loved every second.
He loved the whiplash, long, loving, obsessive attention on his anus, Tommy’s voice soft and awed while he stretched the smooth pink hole framed by the playtime jock, followed immediately by being used like a toy for Tommy’s big penis. The contrast lit him up. His little cocklet would throb and drip into the stretchy pouch while Tommy face-fucked him harder and harder. Sometimes he came just from that, spurting into the jock while his throat was full and his ass was plugged.
Tommy noticed the mess in the pink pouch afterward more than once. He never called it out directly. Just wiped Eli’s face tenderly, praised him for taking it so well, and held him in his lap with the toy still inside, fingers playing with the jock straps.
But the frustration was mounting. Eli could feel it in the way Tommy’s hands trembled when he pulled out at the three-inch mark. In the way he stared at Eli’s open, pretty anus like a man dying of thirst. In how much rougher the face-fucking became, almost punishing, like he was taking out the denial on Eli’s throat.
Still, he tried to stay good.
After one especially intense evening, Tommy had spent nearly forty minutes on Eli’s hole alone, using three different dildos, spreading him wide in the pink-and-white jockstrap, telling him over and over how perfect and pink and special his anus was, then tried once more to sink his cock in and again stopped at three inches with a broken groan, he face-fucked Eli so hard that Eli blacked out for a second at the end. When he came to, Tommy was cradling him, cock still half in his mouth, looking guilty and wild at the same time.
“Shit. Sorry, little bro. Lost it a little.” He kissed Eli’s swollen lips, then his forehead. “You okay?”
Eli, voice ruined, hole still stuffed with a thick plug, little cocklet aching and spent inside the stretchy pink pouch, nodded.
“I’m okay, Tommy,” he whispered. “Love when you play with my anus… feels special.”
Tommy’s expression cracked, frustration, affection, hunger all at once. He pulled Eli into his lap, plugged ass against his still-hard cock, jockstrap straps under his hands, and just held him.
“Your anus is special,” he said into Eli’s hair, voice rough. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Drives me crazy that I can’t fit yet. But we’ll keep playing. Big bro’s gonna open you up right. Even if it kills me. And you’re gonna keep wearing this for me every single time.”
Eli nuzzled closer, completely fond, completely gone on these playtimes and the pink-and-white outfit that now belonged to them.
“I know you will,” he said softly. “I love our playtimes, big bro. I love how much you like my… my anus.”
Tommy’s arms tightened.
“Yeah,” he muttered, staring over Eli’s shoulder like he could still see it framed by the stretchy straps. “I really fucking do.”
“Outfit on, little bro. Playtime.”
Eli’s stomach flipped with happy nerves the second he heard the words. He stripped fast and pulled on the stretchy pink-and-white jockstrap, the glossy pouch cradling his little cocklet while the straps framed his bare ass like a gift. The matching crop top came next, tiny and cute, riding up over his soft abs the moment he moved. He climbed onto the bed and presented perfectly, chest down, cheek to the sheets, knees spread wide, both hands reaching back to pull his cheeks apart so nothing was hidden.
Tommy stood behind him completely naked and already huge. His big fat cock stood straight out from his dense brown bush, thicker than usual, the head shiny and leaking a clear string of precum that dripped onto the floor. Just the sight of Eli’s exposed anus in the playtime jock always did this to him.
“Look at you,” Tommy said, voice low and thick with heat. He knelt on the bed and just stared, thumbs gently stroking the stretchy white straps. “Prettiest anus I’ve ever seen in my life. So smooth… so soft… that perfect little pink furl right in the middle. Fuck, Eli. You have no idea what this hole does to me. Makes my cock so hard it hurts. Makes me leak just from looking.”
He grabbed the big bottle of thick, clear lube and poured a generous amount right into the crack of Eli’s ass. The cool gel ran down over the pink rim. Tommy used both thumbs to spread it around, massaging the lube into every wrinkle, rubbing slow circles until Eli’s entire hole glistened like candy.
“This pretty pink anus… my favorite thing on your whole body. Softest, sweetest, most special little hole. I’m gonna open it up so good tonight. You’re gonna be my perfect anus bro, aren’t you?”
“Yes, big bro,” Eli whispered, already sounding floaty. He loved this part more than anything, the endless praise, the way Tommy got so openly obsessed with his hole. It made his little cocklet throb and leak inside the stretchy pouch.
Tommy started slow and thorough. First two slick fingers, pressing in gently, scissoring, rubbing the inner walls while he kept talking.
“That’s it… feel how soft you’re getting for me already… look at this rim stretching around my fingers… so pink and shiny… perfect little anus… good boy…”
He added a third finger, pumping them deep, twisting, spreading. Lube squelched loudly. Eli moaned and pushed back, completely lost in how good it felt to be opened so carefully and worshipped for it.
Then the dildos came out. Tommy started with a medium one, smooth, pink silicone, about six inches, with a realistic head and slight curve. He poured even more lube over it until it dripped, then pressed the head against Eli’s shiny rim.
“Breathe… open this pretty anus for the dildo… that’s my good anus bro…”
The head popped in. Tommy worked it deeper in slow strokes, watching every inch disappear, narrating constantly.
“Look how your pink hole is swallowing it… stretching so pretty… the way it clings when I pull back… fuck, you’re dripping lube down your balls… such a perfect little anus…”
He fucked Eli with the dildo for a long time, long strokes, short grinds, twisting it so the curve rubbed Eli’s prostate until the smaller boy was whimpering and leaking heavily into the jock pouch. Then he switched to a thicker one. Then a longer one. Each time more lube, more praise, more slow, relentless opening.
Eli was in heaven. His face stayed buried in the sheets, mouth open, soft happy sounds spilling out every time Tommy called his anus pretty or special or perfect. He loved being put through his paces like this.
Tommy lay back against the headboard, legs spread, and stuck a thick, suction-cupped dildo to the mattress between his thighs. It stood up tall, shiny with fresh lube, girthy, veined, a deep pink color.
“Come here, little bro. Sit on it. Bouncy bounce for me.”
Eli straddled the dildo facing Tommy and slowly sank down. The thick head stretched his already-soft hole wide; he moaned the whole way down until he was fully seated, ass flush to the mattress, crop top bunched under his pits, pink-and-white jock straps framing where the dildo disappeared inside him.
Tommy grinned, eyes dark, cock leaking freely onto his stomach.Then he reached over to the nightstand and pulled out one more thing: a little pink cowboy hat, cheap and cute, with a tiny white braid around the brim.
He set it on Eli’s head at a jaunty angle.
“There. Perfect. Now bounce, cowboy. And open your mouth.”
Eli started bouncing, slow, deep rolls of his hips, the thick dildo sliding in and out of his shiny pink anus with wet sounds. The little pink cowboy hat bobbed on his head. Tommy cupped his heavy, full balls and lifted them.
“Mouth open. Tongue out. You’re gonna hold big bro’s balls while you bounce on that dildo like a good anus bro.”
Eli obeyed instantly. Tommy settled both warm, heavy testicles onto his tongue. Eli closed his lips around them as best he could, mouth stretched full of Tommy’s thick sac and kept bouncing. The sight made Tommy’s cock jump and drool a thick rope of precum.
“Fuck yes… look at you,” Tommy groaned, voice wrecked with lust. “Little pink cowboy hat… pretty pink-and-white jock… thick dildo stretching that perfect smooth anus… and your mouth full of my balls. You’re the best anus bro I could ever ask for. Makes my cock so fucking huge and leaky watching you.”
Eli bounced harder, drooling around the mouthful of testicles, the little cowboy hat tipping sideways. Every time he dropped down, the dildo punched deep and forced a muffled moan out of him. Tommy’s balls were warm and heavy on his tongue; he could taste the clean skin and feel them shift as Tommy got more and more turned on. Spit ran down Eli’s chin.
Tommy kept one hand on the cowboy hat to keep it in place and used the other to slowly stroke his own dripping cock, smearing the steady flow of precum all over the shaft.
“Good anus bro… bounce deeper… milk that dildo with your pretty pink hole… keep my balls warm in your mouth… fuck, Eli, you’re perfect. This is what you were made for. Being my little anus bro. Opening up and putting on a show for me.”
He made Eli do it for a long time, bouncing, drooling, balls-deep in his mouth, cowboy hat bobbing, until Eli’s thighs were shaking and his hole was completely soft and sloppy around the toy.
Finally Tommy lifted his balls free, strings of spit connecting them to Eli’s swollen lips, and pulled the dildo out of him with a long wet sound. Eli’s hole stayed open in a perfect shiny pink circle, clenching at nothing. Tommy’s cock was darker than Eli had ever seen it, the head almost purple, a continuous thick stream of precum running down the shaft and over his fingers. He was throbbing with need.
“My turn to try,” Tommy said, voice tight. He flipped Eli onto all fours again, jock straps still framing everything, little cowboy hat still crooked on his head. He poured fresh lube directly onto his fat cockhead until it dripped, then lined up with Eli’s beautifully opened anus.
“Just a little more than last time. Be a good anus bro and push out for me.”
He pressed forward. The fat head popped in. One inch. Two. Three. Eli moaned, high and sweet, pushing back. Tommy gritted his teeth and pushed for four. The thicker middle of his cock stretched Eli’s rim wider than anything before. Sharp, bright pain flared deep in Eli’s gut.
“Ah—! Big bro— wait— it hurts—!” Eli cried out, body jerking, hands fisting the sheets. Tears sprang to his eyes instantly.
Tommy froze immediately, buried just past three inches, the fourth stretching Eli’s pretty pink anus obscenely. He was shaking with the effort of not thrusting deeper. Precum pulsed out of him inside Eli in thick spurts just from the tight heat.
He pulled out carefully. Eli’s hole fluttered and clenched, a little redder than before, shiny with lube. Tommy gathered the smaller boy into his lap, cowboy hat tumbling off, and held him while Eli caught his breath, still sniffling from the sudden pain.
“Shh, I know… I know it hurt. You did so good. Such a good anus bro for me tonight.” He kissed Eli’s wet cheeks, his forehead, his lips. “I’m so proud of how far you opened up. You took that dildo like you were born for it. Held my balls so sweet while you bounced. Looked so fucking cute in your little hat. You made my cock leak like crazy the whole time.”
Eli nuzzled into his chest, still enjoying the afterglow of all the praise and attention even through the lingering sting. Tommy stroked his hair for a long minute, then tipped his chin up so their eyes met. His voice was calm but completely serious.
“Tomorrow night,” he said. “We’re going for all of it. Every single inch of my big fat penis inside this pretty pink anus. And once I start… I’m not stopping. Not when it burns. Not when you cry. I’m going to push all the way in and fuck you proper until you’re full of my sperm and dumb on penis. I want you to be my good little anus bro all the way.”
He brushed his thumb over Eli’s lower lip.
“Is that okay with you, Eli? Do you want that? Do you want your big bro to take your hole all the way tomorrow and not stop until it’s done?”
Eli’s eyes were still wet, but they were soft and sure and full of trust. His little cocklet twitched at the words. He nodded without hesitation.
“Yes, big bro. I want it. I want you to take all of it tomorrow. Even if it hurts. I want to be your good anus bro and take every inch. I’m okay with it. I want you to not stop.”
Tommy’s cock throbbed hard against Eli’s stomach, leaking a fresh wet spot onto both of them. He kissed Eli deep and slow, full of pride and hunger.
“That’s my perfect little bro. Tomorrow, then. All the way. No stopping.”
He reached for the plug, slicked it, and gently seated it inside Eli’s tender hole to keep him open overnight. Then he helped him out of the pink-and-white playtime outfit and into the familiar tiny blue training briefs.
“Rest up tonight. Drink lots of water. Tomorrow evening you come back ready… because after I finally get inside you properly, everything changes.”
Eli, still floaty and deeply happy from all the focused anus worship, simply nodded and whispered,
“Yes, big bro. I’ll be ready. I can’t wait.”
Tommy held him a little longer, one big hand resting protectively over the plugged hole he was completely obsessed with.
Tomorrow he wouldn’t stop at four inches.
Tommy stood in front of the open drawer, completely naked, his big fat boner already hanging heavy and half-hard. He pulled out two items and turned to Eli. Eli was still in his usual tiny blue training briefs, standing obediently with his hands behind his back, the coral plug seated snug inside him.
Tommy held up the first item: a bright red thong. The front triangle was barely big enough to cover anything. The back was nothing but a thin string.
“Those are done,” Tommy said, nodding at Eli’s briefs. “From now on you wear this.”
He tossed the bright red thong onto the bed, then held up the second item: a pair of soft white thigh-high socks with a thin red stripe at the top.
“And these. Thigh highs. Put them on.”
Eli stripped off his training briefs immediately, kicked them aside, and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the thigh-high socks up carefully, smoothing them all the way to the top of his smooth thighs. Then he stepped into the bright red thong, tugging the tiny front pouch over his little cock and settling the string between his cheeks. The plug base made the thin red string sit snug and lewd.
Tommy walked a slow circle around him, openly admiring.
“Thongs are for little bros who get penetrated,” he explained calmly. “Regular briefs are for little bros who are still just training. But once a little bro starts taking big bro’s big fat penis all the way inside his hole… he wears a thong. So I can pull it aside whenever I want. So your ass is always ready. Understand?”
“Yes, big bro.”
Tommy stopped in front of him and cupped Eli’s chin.
“There’s more. Listen carefully. Once I put my big fat penis inside you tonight, once I properly penetrate you, that little hole stops being just an anus. It becomes a puss. A little bro puss. Made for one thing only: taking big bro’s big fat penis whenever I want. That’s what penetration does. It turns your anus into a puss. Say it.”
Eli’s cheeks flushed. “Once you penetrate me, my anus will become a puss for big bro’s penis.”
“Again. Clearer.”
“Once you penetrate me, my anus will become a puss for big bro’s penis.”
“One more time. Mean it.”
“My anus is going to become a little bro puss for my big bro’s big fat penis!”
Tommy’s cock gave a thick twitch of approval. He grabbed the bottle of oil from the nightstand and pointed at the bed.
“Face down. Ass up. Now.”
Eli climbed onto the mattress, settled into position, chest down, knees spread wide, bright red thong stretched across his hips, white thigh-highs glowing against his smooth skin. Tommy hooked two fingers under the thin red string and yanked it aside, tucking it under Eli’s left cheek so both smooth mounds and the plug were completely exposed.
He poured oil into his palm and rubbed it all over Eli’s ass, slow and thorough, making the skin shine. Then he gripped the base of the plug and pulled it out with a soft wet pop, setting it aside. Eli’s hole clenched once, shiny and soft-looking, then stayed slightly open.
Tommy knelt behind him and stared at the smooth, shiny little bro mounds he’d spent so many weeks training. Eli was face-down, ass up, tiny red thong, string to the side. Completely hairless. Glistening with oil. His little hole looked soft and ready, but Tommy knew better.
He leaned in close, breath warm against the slick skin, and spread Eli’s cheeks wider with both thumbs. The shiny pink rim fluttered under his gaze.
“Look at this,” Tommy murmured, voice thick with heat. “This isn’t just a hole anymore. This is a puss. A sweet little boy pussy.”
He dragged his tongue in one long, slow lick straight up the center of Eli’s crack, ending with a wet kiss right on the rim. Eli shivered hard. Tommy licked again, firmer this time, circling the soft entrance with the flat of his tongue.
“Mmm. Sweet boy pussy. Made just for my big penis.” He kissed it openly, wet and filthy, then sucked lightly on the rim until it puckered against his lips. “This pretty little puss belongs to me. Doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes, big bro,” Eli whispered into the sheets, already sounding shaky.
Tommy speared his tongue inside. He pushed past the tight ring and tongue-fucked the soft heat in slow, deep strokes, moaning against it like he was tasting something delicious. Oil and spit mixed and ran down Eli’s smooth balls. He pulled back just far enough to speak, lips still brushing the wet hole.
“Such a perfect little puss… soft and sweet and greedy already.” He kissed it again, then again, loud and wet. “Boy pussy made for one thing only, taking big bro’s big fat penis all the way inside.”
He licked a slow circle, then pushed two thick fingers in alongside his tongue, stretching the shiny rim open. Eli gasped and pushed back instinctively. Tommy curled his fingers, rubbing firmly while he kept licking and kissing around them.
“That’s it… open this sweet boy pussy for me. Let me taste what’s mine.” He pumped his fingers in and out, scissoring them gently, tongue flicking and circling the stretched rim the whole time. “Listen to how wet this puss is getting. All slick and soft just from my mouth. Perfect little bro pussy… made exactly for my cock.”
He pulled his fingers out, watched the hole clench and wink, then dove back in with his mouth completely. Tommy ate him messily now, long greedy licks, deep tongue thrusts, open-mouthed kisses that made filthy wet sounds fill the room. He kept murmuring praise right into the dripping hole between licks.
“Fucking love this puss… my puss… sweet boy pussy that’s gonna take every inch tonight… gonna stretch so wide around big bro’s big fat penis… gonna milk me so good…”
Eli was moaning continuously, thighs trembling in the white thigh-highs, little cock hard and leaking into the tiny red pouch of the thong. Tommy kept going, relentless, spreading him open with his thumbs so he could lick even deeper, kissing and sucking on the soft, oil-slick boy pussy like he never wanted to stop.
After a long minute he finally pulled back, chin shiny, lips swollen, and replaced his tongue with three thick fingers, sliding them in to the last knuckle in one smooth push. He pumped them slowly, watching Eli’s puss stretch and grip.
“There it is,” Tommy said proudly, voice rough. “Wide open little boy pussy. Soft, sweet, and ready for the real thing. You ready to feel what this puss was made for, little bro?”
Eli moaned, tears coming out from his eyes, down his face.
“Yes, big bro… please… want your big fat penis in my puss…”
Tommy’s big fat boner stood straight out from his dense brown bush, thick and heavy, the head already drooling precum down the shaft. He rubbed the fat crown up and down Eli’s crack, smearing slick everywhere.
“We’ve trained for this exact moment, little bro,” Tommy said, voice low and proud. “Every stretch. Every plug. Every time I had my fingers in you. Every time I made you bounce on my lap. All of it was so you could take your big bro’s big fat penis all the way inside tonight. I’m so proud of you for getting here.”
Eli’s voice was already shaky. “Thank you, big bro. I…I think I’m ready.”
Tommy lined up and pushed. The fat head stretched Eli’s rim wide. Immediate burning pain shot through Eli’s gut. His whole body jerked.
“Ahh—! Tommy, it hurts—”
Tommy immediately laid his big chest over Eli’s back, one strong arm wrapping around his chest, holding him tight and safe.
“I know, little bro. I know it hurts. Breathe for me. You’re okay. Your big bro’s got you. You’re safe. Just breathe.”
He kissed the side of Eli’s neck gently…then pushed in another thick inch while Eli was still gasping.
Eli cried out again, higher. Tears sprang to his eyes. The stretch was huge, relentless.
“It burns—Tommy, it’s too big—”
“Shh. I’ve got you.” Tommy’s voice stayed warm and steady even as his hips pressed forward again, sinking another inch.
“You’re doing so good. We’ve trained for this. Your little bro puss can take it. Just let it happen. Proud of you… so proud of you.”
He kept going. Slow but unstoppable. Every time Eli whimpered or clenched, Tommy held him tighter, murmured praise, kissed his shoulder and pushed deeper.
Halfway in, Eli’s arms gave out. He was shaking, tears dripping onto the sheets, little dick hard and leaking against his stomach even through the pain.
Tommy pushed one final steady thrust all the way in. His thick brown bush crushed flat against Eli’s smooth cheeks. His heavy balls rested against Eli’s tiny smooth sac. Every single inch was buried.
Eli made a broken, punched-out sound. His hole fluttered wildly around the massive invader. Tommy stayed completely still, just holding him.
“That’s all of it, little bro. Your big bro’s whole big fat erect penis is inside your anus right now. Feel that? You’re completely full of me. We trained so hard for this moment. Look at you taking it. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Eli was panting, eyes unfocused. Something new and strange started blooming in his head, heavy and fuzzy. His thoughts felt slow.
Tommy felt the change. He smiled against Eli’s ear and started rolling his hips in tiny, deep circles, grinding the fat head against Eli’s prostate.
“You feel that fog coming in?” Tommy whispered. “That heavy, stupid feeling? That’s new for you, isn’t it? That’s called getting dumb on penis, little bro. When a little bro finally takes his big bro’s big fat boner all the way, his brain starts melting. Everything gets simple. All you can think about is the penis inside you. You just get dumb on it. Happy and dumb and full. You feel it starting?”
Eli’s mouth fell open. A loopy, surprised little sound came out of him. The pain was still there, but it was mixing with something hotter and heavier. His hole kept clenching and milking on its own.
“I… I feel it,” Eli whispered, almost scared of how good the fog felt. “My head’s getting all… soft. Fuzzy. Like I can’t think right. Is that… getting dumb on penis?”
“That’s exactly what it is.” Tommy pulled out halfway and slid back in deep, harder this time. Eli yelped, then moaned. “Good little bros get dumb on big bro penis. It’s natural. Just let it happen. Let your brain turn off. All that matters is this…” He thrust deep again. “…big…” Thrust. “…fat…” Thrust. “…penis…” Thrust. “…in your little bro puss.”
Eli’s eyes rolled. Spit started to gather at the corner of his mouth. The clicking in his head was so loud now. Every time Tommy’s pubes smashed against his cheeks, another wave of warm stupidity washed through him.
The overwhelming fullness and the new dumb fog made Eli desperate. Without thinking, his hand snuck down between his legs. He wrapped his fingers around his little cock and started stroking fast and needy.
Tommy noticed immediately. His rhythm stuttered for half a second. A flicker of something dark and displeased crossed his face. That wasn’t what he wanted. Little bros weren’t supposed to touch their tiny dicklets. They were supposed to cum from penis in their pussy, from big bro’s penis. He didn’t like it. But he said nothing. He just kept fucking, jaw tight for a moment, then forced the feeling down.
Eli was too far gone to notice Tommy’s reaction. He stroked his little cock faster, moaning dumbly into the sheets while Tommy’s big fat boner pounded him deep.
“It still hurts,” Eli whimpered between strokes, “but I don’t want you to stop… feels so big… making me so dumb…”
“I know, baby bro.” Tommy kissed his cheek, then snapped his hips harder, punching deep. “That’s the trade. A little pain for a lot of dumb. We’ve trained for this. You can take it. Let yourself get dumber for me.”
He fucked him properly now, long, powerful strokes that dragged his thick shaft against every sensitive spot inside Eli. A wet sound filled the room. Every thrust forced another dumb, high-pitched noise out of Eli.
“Say it,” Tommy ordered, never slowing.
“I’m—ahh—getting dumb on my big bro’s big fat penis—”
“Again.”
“I’m getting dumb on my big bro’s big fat penis!”
“Good job, little bro. Such a good job.” Tommy’s voice was thick with pride even while that small irritation still sat in the back of his mind. “All that training… every single day… and now look at you. Stuffed full of big bro cock and going stupid on it. I’m so proud of you I could burst.”
Eli’s hand flew on his little cock. His hole clenched hard around Tommy’s thick shaft as he suddenly came, shooting weak little spurts onto the sheets with a broken cry. His whole body shook.
Tommy felt the rhythmic squeezing and kept thrusting through it, burying himself deep. He didn’t comment. He just fucked him harder, chasing his own release, the brief disturbance still lingering in his chest.
He could feel his orgasm building fast. His balls tightened. His thrusts got sloppy and deep.
“Gonna fill you now,” Tommy growled. “Gonna pump my little bro full of big bro sperm right where we’ve been training it to go. Ready to take it? Ready to get even dumber when I flood you?”
“Yes! Please! I wanna be full, wanna get dumber on your penis, please big bro—”
Tommy buried himself to the hilt, crushed his bush against Eli’s smooth ass, and started unloading. Thick, heavy ropes of sperm blasted deep into Eli’s guts. Pulse after pulse after pulse. Eli felt himself fill with a warm aliveness. He could feel Tommy’s sperm swimming deeper and deeper inside his body, his hole. Tommy kept grinding through it, forcing every drop as deep as possible while Eli shook and whined and clenched around him.
When the last spurt left him, Tommy stayed locked inside, still hard and throbbing, arms wrapped tight around his little bro, who was completely limp, hole twitching, belly slightly full, eyes glassy and smiling like an idiot, his little cock still half-hard and messy in his loose grip.
Tommy kissed his neck over and over, voice soft and full of pride.
“That’s my good little bro. You did it. You took every inch of your big bro’s big fat boner and every drop of my sperm. We trained so hard for this night and you were perfect. I’m so proud of you. You’re full of me and dumb on penis just like you’re supposed to be.”
He stayed buried deep, gently stroking Eli’s hair.
“Next time,” Tommy added calmly, almost casually, “you’re gonna learn to cum without touching that tiny, little dicklet. Good little bros cum from penis in their puss alone. From big bro’s penis. We’ll train that too. Understand?”
Eli’s voice came out tiny, floaty, completely gone.
“Yes, big bro… thank you… love getting dumb on your big fat penis… feels so right… so full…”
Tommy smiled, gave one more deep, slow thrust just to hear the wet squelch of his own load, and stayed buried.
Tommy sat on the couch, legs spread wide, totally naked. His boner stood thick and heavy against his stomach, precum already leaking in a shiny string down the shaft.
Eli was on his knees between Tommy’s thick thighs in nothing but his tiny red thong and the white striped thigh high socks, hands resting on Tommy’s knees, showing proper penis respect like he’d been taught.
Kiss.
“Penis.”
Kiss.
“Big fat penis.”
Kiss on the head.
“I love my big bro’s big fat penis.”
Tommy watched him with calm, proud eyes, one hand loosely resting on the back of Eli’s head.
“Good job, little bro. Keep going. Nice and respectful.”
Eli kept kissing and licking, getting the thick shaft all shiny with spit. But after a couple minutes his hips started shifting. His little cock was hard and straining inside the tight red briefs. Without thinking, one of his hands slipped down, pushed inside the waistband, and wrapped around his tiny cock. He started stroking.
Tommy’s eyes dropped.
“Stop.”
Eli froze for half a second then his hand kept moving, faster, desperate.
“I said stop, little bro.”
Eli whimpered against the head of Tommy’s cock but didn’t pull his hand away. He kept stroking his little cock while trying to keep kissing.
Tommy’s face went flat.
“Alright.”
He reached down, grabbed both of Eli’s wrists, and yanked them behind the smaller boy’s back. Eli made a startled sound. Tommy held both thin wrists in one big hand, grabbed the cloth belt from the side table, and quickly bound Eli’s hands together behind his back.
Eli stared at Tommy. “Tommy, what are you doing—"
“You don’t touch that little cock unless I say,” Tommy said quietly. “I told you last time. Good little bros don’t need their tiny dicks. They get dumb on big bro penis instead.”
Eli’s eyes were wide. “I’m sorry, big bro, I just—”
Tommy didn’t let him finish. He gripped the back of Eli’s head with both hands, lined up his thick, spit-slick cock, and shoved the entire fat head straight into Eli’s mouth.
Then he kept going. He pushed deeper in one long, ruthless stroke until Eli’s nose was buried in his thick brown bush and the fat cock was lodged deep in his throat. Eli gagged hard, eyes watering instantly. Tommy held him there.
“Breathe through your nose. That’s it. Take it.”
Then he started fucking Eli’s face. Hard. Long, deep strokes that made his heavy balls slap against Eli’s chin. Every thrust forced the thick cock down Eli’s throat. Spit poured out around the shaft and ran down Eli’s chin and chest. Eli’s tied hands clenched and flexed helplessly behind his back. His little cock throbbed untouched inside the thong pouch, leaking a dark wet spot.
Tommy didn’t slow down.
“Look at me,” he ordered, voice low and steady while he kept face-fucking him. “Eyes up. Good. Now every time I pull back you say what I tell you. Understand?”
He pulled out just enough for Eli to gasp wetly around the head.
“Y-yes, big bro—”
Tommy slammed back in to the hilt, held it, then pulled out again.
“Say: I’m a dumb little bro who can’t stop touching his tiny cock.”
Eli’s voice was wrecked and sloppy. “I’m a dumb little bro who can’t stop touching his tiny cock.”
Tommy thrust back in deep, fucking his throat in rough strokes for a while, then pulled out again.
“Say: My little cock doesn’t matter. Only big bro’s big fat penis matters.”
“My little cock doesn’t matter—only big bro’s big fat penis matters—”
Tommy face-fucked him harder, using both hands to hold Eli’s head still so he could really pound into that tight throat. Eli’s eyes were streaming. Spit and precum frothed around his stretched lips. His nose kept bumping into Tommy’s thick bush with every thrust.
Pull out.
“Say: I get dumb on big bro penis.”
“I get dumb on big bro penis—”
Slam back in. Throat bulging. Long wet gagging sounds.
Pull out.
“Say: Good little bros cum without touching.”
“Good little bros cum without touching—”
Tommy’s pace turned vicious. He fucked Eli’s face like he was punishing him, deep and relentless, balls slapping, spit flying. Eli was making continuous choked, wet noises, tears running down his face, completely helpless with his hands tied. His little cock kept twitching and leaking inside the pouch without any stimulation.
Tommy kept the mantras going between brutal thrusts.
“Say: My mouth is for my big bro’s big fat boner.”
“My mouth is for my big bro’s big fat boner—”
“Say: I love when big bro uses my throat.”
“I love when big bro uses my throat—”
“Say: Getting so fucking dumb on penis…”
“Getting so fucking dumb on penis…”
Eli’s voice was barely coherent anymore, just wet, broken, obedient sounds. His eyes had gone completely soft and empty. Pure Boy Brain. Spit ran in thick strings from his chin to Tommy’s heavy balls.
Tommy felt his orgasm building like a freight train. His thrusts got shorter, deeper, meaner.
“Take it,” he growled. “Take your big bro’s load like a good little bro who doesn’t touch his tiny cock. Open up. Swallow what you can.”
He buried himself to the root, nose crushed into his bush and started cumming hard.
Thick, heavy ropes of sperm blasted straight down Eli’s throat. Tommy kept grinding deep, pumping more and more. Eli tried to swallow but there was too much. His cheeks ballooned. Cum forced its way up around the thick shaft, poured out the corners of his mouth… and then thick white spurts shot out of both nostrils, running down over his lips and chin in messy streaks.
Tommy held him there through the whole orgasm, still pulsing, still feeding him more sperm until it was dripping off Eli’s chin onto his smooth chest and the red thong.
Only when the last thick spurt left him did Tommy slowly pull out. A long rope of cum connected the head of his cock to Eli’s swollen lips for a second before breaking. Eli stayed on his knees, hands still tied behind his back, mouth open, cum and spit pouring out of his mouth and nose, eyes completely vacant and happy.
Tommy looked down at him, chest rising and falling, and gently wiped some of the mess from Eli’s cheek with his thumb.
“Good job, little bro,” he said quietly. “That’s how you show respect. Next time you even think about touching that little cock without permission, we do this again. Longer. Understand?”
Eli’s voice was tiny, ruined, completely dumb.
“Yes, big bro… thank you… love getting dumb on your big fat penis…”
Tommy smiled, proud and calm, and rested his still-half-hard cock against Eli’s messy cheek.
“That’s my good little bro.”
Tommy sat on the couch again, Eli knelt between his thighs, wrists already bound tightly behind his back with the same cloth belt. Tommy had tied him the moment he walked in.
“Show proper respect, little bro.”
Eli leaned in and started kissing the fat head. Tommy watched him, one hand resting on the back of Eli’s head. Everything was calm for the first minute.
Then Eli’s hips started shifting. Even with his hands tied, he kept rubbing his thighs together, trying to get friction on the little cock straining inside the thong pouch. The wet spot at the front grew darker.
Tommy’s eyes narrowed.
“Stop moving.”
Eli whimpered but kept subtly grinding his thighs. His little cock was clearly desperate. Tommy’s voice dropped, colder.
“You still can’t stop, can you? Days later and you’re still touching your little dicklet every chance you get.”
Tommy stood up, hauled Eli to his feet by the hair, and bent him over the arm of the couch. He yanked the red thong string over Eli’s smooth cheek, exposing the shiny little bro puss.
“You need a harder lesson today.”
He lined up his thick, spit-slick cock and shoved the entire fat length into Eli’s hole in one long, merciless thrust. Eli cried out, body jerking. Tommy didn’t wait. He started pounding immediately, deep, heavy strokes that made Eli’s smooth ass ripple with every impact.
“Still thinking about that little cock?” Tommy snarled, slamming in harder. “Still want to touch it? Even while your big bro’s big fat penis is destroying your puss?”
Eli could only moan and whine, face pressed into the couch cushion, hands still bound tight behind his back.
Tommy fucked him harder, anger pouring into every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. He reached under, grabbed Eli’s little cock roughly for one second just to show he could, then let go of it completely.
“This tiny thing is the problem. You keep going back to it instead of getting dumb on the only cock that matters.”
He pounded deeper, angling up so the fat head dragged hard over Eli’s prostate with every stroke.
“Say it. Say ‘I’m getting dumb on big bro’s big fat penis.’”
“I’m getting dumb on big bro’s big fat penis—”
“Louder.”
“I’m getting dumb on big bro’s big fat penis!”
Tommy’s thrusts turned vicious. He was properly angry now, after everything, Eli still couldn’t leave his little cock alone. He fucked him through it, long and brutal, making Eli take every thick inch over and over.
“You’re going to learn,” Tommy growled. “By the time I’m done tonight you won’t even remember that little cock exists. All you’ll know is big bro penis. All you’ll want is big bro penis. Understand?”
“Y-yes, big bro—only big bro penis—”
Tommy kept pounding, sweat starting to shine on his chest, bush slapping wetly against Eli’s smooth cheeks. He buried himself to the root, ground deep, and unloaded hard. Thick ropes of sperm flooded Eli’s hole in heavy pulses. He kept thrusting through the orgasm, forcing every drop as deep as it would go, until it was already leaking out around his thick shaft and running down Eli’s smooth balls.
He stayed inside, breathing hard, still angry but also deeply satisfied.
Eli was shaking underneath him, hole twitching, completely full, little cock still hard and untouched and leaking onto the couch. Tommy leaned down, voice low and firm right against his ear.
“You’re going to learn to keep your hands off that tiny little dicklet if I have to tie you up every single day. Understand?”
Eli’s voice was tiny, wrecked, and completely submissive.
“Yes, big bro… thank you… I’ll be good… only your big fat penis…”
Tommy gave one more deep, slow thrust just to feel the slick mess he’d made, then pulled out but kept Eli bent over the armrest with his hands still tied behind his back. Thick white cum slowly leaked from Eli’s used hole and ran down the inside of his smooth thighs. The tiny red thong string was all stretched out and tangled.
Eli’s shoulders started shaking. At first Tommy thought he was just coming down from being fucked stupid. Then he heard the quiet, wet sound of crying.
Tommy frowned and turned Eli around, sitting him down on the couch so they were face to face. Eli’s eyes were red. His cheeks were wet. He looked small and genuinely hurt.
“Talk to me, little bro.”
Eli’s voice came out cracked and quiet.
“I’m trying, big bro… I really am. I want to be good. I want to do everything you say. But I don’t understand why I can’t touch myself. It feels impossible sometimes. My little dick just gets so hard and I… I need more help. I don’t know how to stop. I’m sorry I’m such a bad little bro…”
He looked down, ashamed, fresh tears falling. Tommy watched him for a long moment. The anger from earlier softened into something calmer and more certain. He reached out and cupped Eli’s jaw, making him look up.
“Hey. Look at me.”
Eli obeyed, eyes glassy. Tommy’s voice was steady and almost gentle.
“You’re not a bad little bro. You’re just still learning. And I already found the solution.”
Eli blinked. “You did…?”
Tommy stood up, walked over to the side table, and opened the drawer. When he came back, he was holding a small silicone chastity cage. It was the exact same soft color as Eli’s skin tone. The ring and the cage itself were smooth and lightweight. He held it up so Eli could see.
“This,” Tommy said simply. “This is how I’m going to help you.”
Eli stared at it, breathing faster. Tommy sat back down and rested the cage on his thigh.
“You’ve proven you can’t keep your hands off that little dicklet on your own yet. So, I’m going to take the choice away. This cage stays on you. You’ll wear it every day. You’ll sleep in it. You’ll train in it. The only time it comes off is to clean it and only when I decide. Your little dicklet doesn’t get touched anymore, not by you, not by anyone.”
He leaned in closer, voice low and firm.
“This way you can finally stop fighting it. You can just be good. You can focus on what actually matters… getting dumb on your big bro’s big fat penis. That’s all you need to think about from now on.”
Eli’s eyes were locked on the skin-colored cage. His tied hands flexed behind his back. His little cock, still half-hard and messy, gave a helpless twitch at the sight of it.
Tommy brushed a tear off Eli’s cheek with his thumb.
“I’m not mad anymore. I’m going to help you the way a big bro should. We’re going to lock this little thing up right now… and then you’re going to thank me for it. Understand?”
Eli swallowed hard. His voice came out small and shaky, but there was relief underneath the upset.
“Yes, big bro… please help me… I want to be good for you…”
Tommy smiled, proud and calm, and reached for the lube.
“That’s my good little bro. Stay still. Big bro’s got you now.”
He squeezed a little lube onto his fingers and wrapped them around Eli’s half-hard little cock. Eli whimpered at the touch, hips twitching, but the belt around his wrists kept him from reaching down. Tommy stroked him just enough to keep him firm, then slowly worked the silicone ring behind Eli’s smooth balls. The material was soft but snug. Once the ring was seated, Tommy guided Eli’s little cock into the cage itself. It fit perfectly, short, slim, and the exact color of Eli’s skin so it almost disappeared against his body.
Tommy slid the locking pin into place and clicked the small padlock shut. The sound was quiet but final.
Eli stared down at himself, breathing hard. His little cock was completely sealed away, already starting to press uselessly against the inside of the cage as it tried to get harder.
Tommy gave the cage a light tap with one finger.
“There. All locked up. How’s it feel?”
Eli’s voice was small and shaky. “Tight… weird… I can feel it trying to get hard but it can’t… big bro…”
“That’s the point.” Tommy cupped the caged cock in his palm, bouncing it gently. “This little thing doesn’t get to come out and play anymore. It stays put away until I decide otherwise. Your hands don’t work on it. Your brain doesn’t get to obsess over it. All that energy gets redirected.”
He tilted Eli’s chin up so their eyes met.
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you, big bro.”
“Say it properly.”
Eli swallowed. “Thank you for locking up my little cock, big bro.”
“Good job.” Tommy’s voice warmed with pride. “Now say: My little cock belongs to big bro.”
“My little cock belongs to big bro.”
“Say: I don’t get to touch it anymore.”
“I don’t get to touch it anymore.”
“Say: I only get dumb on big bro’s big fat penis.”
“I only get dumb on big bro’s big fat penis.”
Tommy smiled and finally untied Eli’s wrists. The second his hands were free, Eli’s fingers twitched like they wanted to reach down out of habit. Tommy caught both wrists and pinned them lightly to Eli’s bare thighs.
“Ah-ah. New rule starts right now. Hands stay visible. If I see them anywhere near this cage without permission, we go straight back to the belt and I use your throat until you cry again. Clear?”
“Yes, big bro. Clear.”
Tommy leaned back against the couch, spreading his thick thighs. His big fat boner was still heavy and half-hard, shiny at the tip. He gave it a slow stroke, then patted his leg.
“Come here. Sit on my lap facing me. Legs on either side.”
Eli climbed on carefully, the new cage nestled between them. The moment he settled, Tommy’s thick cock pressed up against the smooth silicone and Eli’s locked little balls. Tommy wrapped one arm around Eli’s waist and used the other hand to slowly rub his big fat boner up and down against the cage, letting Eli feel the heat and weight of it.
“Feel that?” Tommy murmured. “That’s the only cock you’re allowed to think about now. This big one. Not the tiny locked-up one. Every time you get hard in that cage and it starts to ache, you’re gonna come find me and ask to get dumb on penis instead. Understand?”
Eli’s eyes were already going soft again. He nodded quickly.
“Yes, big bro… it already feels achy… I want to get dumb on your big fat penis…”
Tommy kissed him once, deep and slow, then rested their foreheads together.
“Proud of you for telling me you needed help. That’s what a good little bro does. And this—” he gave the cage another gentle squeeze “—this is how big bro helps. You’re gonna wear it every day. Sleep in it. Train in it. And every time you start to forget, I’ll remind you who that little cock belongs to.”
He reached down, lined his thick cock up against Eli’s still-slick hole, and slowly pushed back inside him while Eli was sitting on his lap. Eli gasped and clutched Tommy’s shoulders, the locked cage trapped between their stomachs.
Tommy slid all the way in and stayed there, buried deep, holding his little bro tight.
“There we go,” he said quietly. “Caged and full of big bro cock. Just how you should be. Now bounce for me… nice and slow… and keep thanking me for locking you up.”
Eli started to move, riding him carefully, the skin-toned cage rubbing uselessly between them with every roll of his hips.
“Thank you for locking up my little cock, big bro… thank you… it feels so much better already… I can just be good now…”
Tommy smiled against his neck, hands steady on Eli’s waist, guiding the pace.
Tommy pulled out of Eli with a wet sound, grabbed him by the hips, and manhandled him straight onto all fours on the couch in tight doggy position. He shoved Eli’s chest down, forced his ass up high, and immediately lined his big fat boner back up with the smaller boy’s hole.
The second he slammed back inside to the hilt, Tommy raised his big hand and started spanking him mercilessly.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Hard, rapid, heavy slaps rained down on both of Eli’s smooth cheeks without pause. Tommy fucked him in deep, powerful strokes at the same time, hips smacking against the reddening ass while his hand never stopped.
“Ah—! Big bro—!” Eli cried out, fingers clawing at the couch cushions. “It aches— the cage is so tight— and you’re spanking me so hard—”
Tommy didn’t ease up for a second. He kept pounding into him brutally while spanking him mercilessly, turning both cheeks bright red almost immediately. Each heavy slap made Eli’s hole clench hard around his thick cock and made the locked little cock bounce uselessly inside the skin-toned cage.
“I know it aches,” Tommy snarled, never stopping the relentless spanking or the deep fucking. “Tell me how much it hurts while I stretch your puss.”
“It hurts— it throbs—” Eli sobbed as the merciless slaps kept landing. “The cage keeps squeezing my little cock and your hand is so hard— big bro please— it’s too much—”
Tommy only spanked him harder and fucked him deeper, completely merciless. The sound of skin-on-skin spanking mixed with the wet slap of his hips filled the room. Eli’s ass was already glowing hot red, handprints layered on top of handprints, and still Tommy didn’t stop.
“That’s it… take it,” Tommy growled. He landed another flurry of heavy spanks while burying his big fat boner as deep as it would go. “Struggle for me. Let that useless little cock suffer in its cage. You don’t get to touch it. You only get this.”
Crack!
“My cock.”
Crack!
“My hand.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Big bro’s big fat penis.”
Eli’s whole body suddenly went rigid. A broken, high-pitched cry tore out of him. His hole clamped down hard around Tommy’s thick shaft as his orgasm hit, completely untouched. Thick white cum forced its way out of the tip of the cage in slow, weak dribbles, leaking through the small opening and dripping down onto the couch beneath him.
Eli shook violently in doggy position, eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open in pure overload while Tommy kept spanking his ass mercilessly through the orgasm, turning the cheeks a deep, burning red. Tommy’s reaction was instant and feral.
“Oh fuck— yes— look at that—” he snarled, voice cracking with excitement. He kept spanking him hard even as Eli dribbled, watching the locked cock leak. “You’re cumming! You’re fucking cumming from my cock and my hand alone, dripping out of your cage like a perfect little bro—”
The sight and the tight, rhythmic squeezing pushed him over the edge immediately. Tommy slammed in down to the root, gripped Eli’s scorched red hips, and roared as he started pumping load after thick load deep into Eli’s hole. Hot sperm flooded him in heavy pulses, so much that it quickly began leaking out around Tommy’s thick shaft and running down Eli’s smooth balls.
He kept spanking him through his own orgasm, sharp, possessive smacks that made Eli whimper and milk him harder.
“Take it— take all of it—” Tommy gasped, grinding deep while still spanking the burning red ass. “That’s what happens when you finally stop touching… you get put in doggy, you get spanked mercilessly the whole time, you get fucked stupid, you cum from the cage, and you get filled…”
Eli was completely gone. His body kept twitching through aftershocks in doggy position, hole greedily milking Tommy’s cock even as more cum dribbled weakly from the locked cage. His ass felt like it was on fire. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, a loopy, blissed-out smile spreading across his face like he’d just discovered something sacred.
He finally got it.
The aching cage, the constant frustration, the merciless spanking from the very first thrust, it had all been on purpose. His little cock didn’t matter. It wasn’t supposed to be touched. Pleasure came from big bro’s big fat penis using him, spanking him raw without mercy, filling him, owning him. The cage wasn’t punishment. It was freedom.
“I get it…” Eli whispered, voice completely wrecked and dreamy, still face-down and ass-up. “I finally get it, big bro… I don’t need to touch… I just need your cock and your hand… I can cum just from you fucking me and spanking me like that… I’m yours…”
Tommy, still buried to the hilt and pulsing out the last thick spurts of sperm, leaned over Eli’s back and rubbed the hot, glowing red skin of his freshly spanked ass. He ground the mess of their combined cum deep inside him.
“Yes you do,” Tommy rasped, proud and breathless. “That’s my perfect little bro. You finally understand. No more touching. No more fighting it. Just this cage… my big fat penis… getting fucked stupid in doggy until you dribble like that again.”
He stayed deep inside, feeling his cum leak out around his cock every time Eli’s hole fluttered, and gave both burning red cheeks one more firm, possessive slap.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Tommy murmured against his ear. “You did so good. You came without touching while I spanked your ass raw from the start and took every drop of my sperm like you were made for it.”
Eli could only nod weakly, still floating face-down, still gently dribbling from the cage, spanked ass on fire, completely full.
“Thank you, big bro… thank you for locking me up… thank you for spanking me so hard the whole time… I love your big fat penis… I get it now…”
Tommy smiled, slow and dark and deeply satisfied, gave one more deep thrust just to hear the wet sound of his load shifting inside his little bro, and kept his big hands resting possessively on the hot, bright-red skin of Eli’s ass.
He held still another minute, letting Eli feel the stretch and the fill. Then he pulled out slow. The thick head dragged free with a wet sound. Eli’s hole stayed open for a second, pink and sloppy, before clenching on nothing. A thick line of cum followed and ran down over his smooth balls and the cage.
Tommy watched it.
“Don’t waste that.” Tommy reached for the plug, slicked it with the mess leaking out of Eli, and pressed it straight back in. The plug seated snug, sealing everything inside.
“There. Keep it in. All night.”
Eli moved on shaky legs. He pulled the bright red thong up over the cage and plug. The thin string disappeared between his red cheeks. The white thigh-highs were still on, streaked with sweat. He looked wrecked and owned.
Tommy sat back, cock wet and heavy against his thigh, and pulled Eli into his lap facing him. Eli straddled him carefully. The cage pressed between them. Tommy’s messy cock smeared against it.
“Bounce,” Tommy said. “Slow. Feel what you just took.”
Eli bounced. Small, obedient movements. The plug shifted inside him with every drop. Cum squelched faintly around it. His locked cock tried to harden and failed, only aching.
Tommy watched his face. “How’s the head?”
“Fuzzy,” Eli answered.
“Good.” Tommy cupped the cage and gave it a light squeeze. “This stays on. Days. Nights. Training. Sleep. I hold the key. You need to piss, you ask. You need it cleaned, you ask. Otherwise it doesn’t come off. Clear?”
“Clear, big bro.”
Tommy nodded once. “That’s my little bro.”
He let Eli bounce a while longer, just enough to keep him in the fog, then stopped him and held him tight against his chest. Eli’s red ass burned under Tommy’s palms. The plug sat heavy. The cage sat tighter.
“Sleep here tonight,” Tommy said. “My cum in your puss. Tomorrow we train like normal. But everything’s different now. You finally understand who that little cock belongs to.”
“You,” Eli murmured into his neck. “Only you.”
“That’s right.”
The next days settled into the new rule fast.
Eli woke up caged. He trained caged. He showered caged while Tommy watched. The skin-tone cage sat snug and obvious under every pair of tiny briefs and thongs Tommy chose for him. When it ached, Eli learned to go find Tommy instead of reaching for it.
“Big bro… it’s trying to get hard.”
Tommy would simply point at the floor or the couch. “Then get dumb on penis instead.”
Eli would drop to his knees or climb into Tommy’s lap. He would kiss, stroke, bounce, or open his hole. Tommy would use him until the ache turned into the familiar heavy fog, then send him back to whatever he was doing still locked and often freshly filled.
The plug became standard after every session. Sometimes Tommy left him plugged for hours. Sometimes all day. Eli’s hole stayed soft and ready. His red ass from the big spanking faded to pink, then to normal skin, but the memory stayed sharp. Every time Tommy’s hand rested on his cheeks, Eli’s cage twitched.
They still measured. Still shaved. Still did inspections. But the tone had shifted. Tommy no longer needed to correct Eli’s hands. The cage did that work. When Eli’s eyes went soft and empty during a deep fuck or a long throat session, Tommy would rub the cage and say, “See? You don’t need it. You only need this.”
Eli stopped fighting completely. The last pieces of resistance had burned off under the spanking and the forced orgasm. What remained was simple: be good, stay locked, take big bro’s big fat penis, get dumb, say thank you.
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