Turning Chase

Chapter 4

Previously…

Chase couldn’t help himself. He moaned like a little bitch. Hearing the wild, slutty moans, Brad let out a satisfied chuckle and then a triumphant roar. He finally got what he wanted! Chase was his. His property, his fuck toy. After this fuck, no way his younger stepbro wouldn't be begging for his cock for the rest of his owned life. Spurred by this triumph, Brad bottomed out. He took his hand off Chase’s babbling mouth. “You like that, slut? Daddy just popped your cherry. Just took your manhood and you’re still moaning like a little bitch.”

Chase couldn’t stop moaning. “Ugh…y-yeah..uh huh…ye-Brad…uh…fuck me!” Brad pumped his cock in and out at a slow but steady pace. Beads of sweat rolled off Brad’s chisled face and tight body, onto the deflowered teen. Chase curled his toes, crinkling the bedsheets beneath them. He ran his hands over Brad’s chest, feeling the defined muscles of the hunk who was taking his virginity. 

All of the sudden, the sound of a closing door startled the two passion-engulfed jocks. Sheryl must have come home early! Shhhiiittttt!! The fucking was just geting started. 

“Shit. Shitttttt. Damnit!” Brad whisper-screamed. He quickly pulled out of his shell-shocked brother’s loosened hole. And looked around the room. They could probably get dressed before his stepmom got upstairs, if she was even going to go up at all. But he was at the horniest he’d been in years. No, the testosterone-filled 20-year-old could let himself get blueballed now. He needed to fuck his bitch. NEEDED to. He pulled the condom off and threw it onto the floor. Then, he noticed the window. 

“Come on, follow my lead,” he urgently ordered. Still butt-naked Brad opened the window a looked down over the backyard. He swung his powerful legs over the ledge and then lowered himself down in a controlled speed the way he would descend from a pull-up bar. Fully extended, it was about a three-foot drop to the lawn. No big deal for the NCAA DI athlete.  Chase was panicked and bewildered, and his obedient instincts took over, so he followed Brad out over the window and into the yard. 

In the corner of the yard stood a locked garden shed sheltered by a large elm tree. Quickly dashed over to the shaded spot between the shed and the fence. Chase followed closely behind, his bubble butt jiggling as he sprinted over. “Brad, what the fuck! This is crazy. We can’t just hide out here till mom leaves again.”

Without responding, Brad grabbed Chase and pressed him against the shed’s outside wall. He smiled in a carnal, animalistic, determined way that Chase had never seen before. “I’m not done fucking you.”

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Holding Chase against the shed wall, Brad leaned in and planted a firm kiss over the adrenaline-filled teen. Droplets of sweat from Brad’s forehead sprinkled over Chase’s round, muscled shoulders. 

As he aggressively kissed his stepbro, Brad’s mind spun quickly - the garden shed was always locked, so there was no way they could get in right now. Fuck it, there was enough cover here, between the shed wall, the elm tree and the fence. Condoms. No condoms. Shit. Fuck it. Fuck it all. He needed to claim Chase now. His cock would explode if it were denied for another minute. 

He spun Chase around, bent him over a bit, and pinned his face against the shed wall. Too horny to be gentle right now. He slapped the boy’s ass twice, hard. It left a large red handprint on the milky smooth globes. The muscular 18-year-old yelped out. What was Brad going to do to him?! 

A line of expertly placed drool landed precisely over Chase’s buttcrack. Brad spat on his own cock and lined it up with Chase’s winking boyhole, which was still lubed up from before. “Sorry bro, I don’t have a condom with me. You ready to get raw dogged?” Deep down, Chase wanted nothing more than to get bred by the bigger, stronger jock. But his good-boy instincts stirred and he weakly protested, “Brad, I don’t know…I’ve never done this before…it’s not righ—Aghh. OH FUCK!”

Brad nearly bottomed out in one controlled thrust. “Shut up, little faggot. Don’t act like you’re still some innocent virgin. Your boycunt belongs to me now.” Brad slammed into his moaning and whining conquest with increasing vigor. He was getting close. He pulled on Chase’s hair and whispered into his ear, “Who owns your pussy? Tell me.”

“Ughh. It’s yours. Fuck, Brad, it belongs to you. Al-all yours.” 

“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl and keep your body smooth from now on to please your man?” 

“Yes. Agh, yeah, anything….a-anything you want’..I’ll be your good little bitch boy.”

Chase didn’t know what had come over him. He could scarcely believe those words were coming out of his mouth. Never in his life had anyone made him submit this hard. He felt so humiliated but it was making him hornier than ever. 

“Bradd..something feels weird…like I need to piss or somethi-” Then, without any touching, Chase’s cock tensed. A warm, full-body high flooded him. It felt as though every fiber of his muscled body tingled and vibrated. His hole involuntarily clenched, and Chase felt every inch of his brother’s thick cock rubbing against his g-spot. It was the virgin boy’s first-ever hands-free orgasm. The boy grew weak in the knees as carnal pleasure seemed to emanate straight from his brain. His throbbing cock exploded and he shot three hot loads onto the fence. “I’m cuuummm…cummingggg” Chase screamed and Brad quickly muffled the noisy bitch. 

‘Fuck that’s hot’, Brad thought to himself. He pulled out of the still-trembling boy and ordered Chase to get on his hands and knees. “Naughty girl made a mess again. Clean up after yourself….yeahhh lick it up like a good doggy.” In his post-orgasmic state, Chase felt lightheaded, but he obediently complied. Then, Brad grasped the weakened boy’s hips and forcefully pulled him backwards by about a foot. 

The veiny 9-inch cock jammed into Chase’s deflowered hole once more. In this doggystyle position, Brad was able jackhammer into his bitch even faster than before. “Fuckkk. I’ve wanted this for so long, you know that? Now you’re finally mine...all mine…” Sweat dripped onto Chase’s back, as Brad grunted loudly with effort at each stroke. Chase’s arms were now pulled back behind him as Brad gripped the boy’s wrists so hard his hands were losing feeling. Brad was going crazy with lust as raw animalistic urges possessed the hunk’s hard body. 

Unable to control himself, Brad shoved Chase’s face into the dirt. He pounded into the whimpering boy, rubbing across the prostate even harder from this higher angle. “I”m gonna breed you. Fuck, gonna shoot my load up in you. You want that? Want a real man to knock you up?” Before Chase could respond, his hole filled with warmth. Brad roared, shaking his head from side to side.  “Arghhh. RRAAGH!!” Brad unleashed the biggest load of his life into his submissive younger stepbrother. As he roared, droplets of sweat scattered from his hair into the air, before raining back down into the dirt. 

Brad rolled over as both boys collapsed, panting with exhaustion. He grabbed Chase by the chin and pulled him into a tender kiss. Then, he stared into the boy’s puppy-dog blue eyes for a few seconds. Chase looked so cute, even as dirt stained his smooth, flawless cheeks and sweaty forehead. Silently, Brad thought, ‘I love you, bro.’ 

Brad rolled over and stood up. He languidly pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the pool. “Gonna dive in. Get some of this dirt off me.” Chase was still reeling from the intense fuck. He wiped his brow and said, “Go ahead, I’m gonna lay here for a couple more minutes.” Without a word, Brad walked off and jumped into the clear water. 

Chase lay on the ground, breathing deeply while covered in dirt and spit. His round pecs lightly floated up and down and he rested a hand on his hard abs. He heard a light spurting sound, as a glob of his stepbrother’s cum leaked out of his newly-stretched hole. Chase couldn’t believe it - he really did lose his virginity this summer. Only it was in a completely different manner than what he expected. Chase closed his eyes. He felt so content. Deep down, he knew he’d be craving cock for the rest of his life. 

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Atticus Vanderbilt rested his head on the cushion of a chaise and set down his glass of iced tea as he lounged on the balcony facing his backyard. It was a rare luxury for the busy 41-year-old to lay out and bask in the sun these days. He was always occupied with work, and lately, the various errands involved with moving into his new home took up most of his free time. He stretched his burly figure, then scratched his tightly trimmed beard. The man knew he looked a lot like Tom Ford, and he made efforts to groom his appearance in the mold of the handsome fashion icon. 

Atticus came from a moneied family and he owned properties in New York, LA, Nevada, and most recently, this stately new house in Texas. He moved in just last month. His new house’s backyard faced Sheryl Huxley’s backyard. Atticus now lived in the largest home in the upper-middle-class neighborhood, boasting at least an extra 1,000 square feet over the next largest home. He enjoyed feeling like the top dog here. 

Most of the extra square footage went into Atticus’s newly renovated basement. The basement contained two rooms: a gym, and a newly built bdsm dungeon. The wealthy man spent his twenties and early thirties living off a trust fund and working in gay porn studios, producing and directing videos. The past few years, he pivoted to “managing” and “owning” OnlyFans accounts.

By now, Atticus had accumulated a stable of almost ten boys, whose OnlyFans accounts and content Atticus controlled and also owned the rights to. Most of his boys, ages ranging from 19 to 25, have had meteoric success lately. Each account brought in between $5k to upwards of $70k per month. He himself had no need for the money, but he preferred to own and redistribute the income stream back to the boys as a way to control them and protect them from themselves.

For each boy, Atticus would keep 10% of the income as a management fee, pay the boy around $90,000 per year, and then put the rest of the year’s profits in a beneficial trust that was required to invest the money and pay it all back out to the boy when he reached 43 years of age. For the boys who netted under $90k per year, Atticus would loan them money, to be repaid at 5% over a ten-year period. 

As part of the arrangement, he required the boys to complete multiple personal finance and investing certificate programs, which helped them gain a sense of financial acumen and responsibility. Moreover, the restricted cash flow prevented the boys from partying too crazily and falling victim to the temptations of drugs and the like. Atticus had witnessed too many pornstars succumb to addiction during his years working in the studio system. 

An added benefit was that the financial domination made the boys extra eager to please. Atticus had already personally fucked his way threw most of them. A few of boys would get used by the 41 year-old at least once per month. 

The boys lived all across the country, but so far, none resided in Texas. Atticus bought this new home not for the purpose of recruiting boys, but rather because it located was in the area he grew up in as a child. Now in his middle-aged years, he wanted to ease into a quieter suburban life and possibly reconnect with childhood friends. So far, he was quite relaxed, enjoying his peaceful life lounging on his balcony.

A thudding sound broke the peace. Atticus sat up and lifted his sunglasses over his forehead. He peered into the yard of Sheryl Huxley’s home and was shocked to see a butt-naked man running across the yard. Damn. A second, slightly shorter stud, also nude, popped out the window and followed suit.  They ran into a corner of the yard, where Atticus’s view was obscured by a leafy elm tree. He thought, ‘Well damn. Those are the sexiest boys I’ve seen since coming here…outside of porn.’

He tried to lay back down and rest for a few minutes, but his interest was piqued and he couldn’t ignore the peculiar scene. Somewhat guiltily, Atticus walked back into the bedroom and came out with a pair of binoculars that he brought whenever he went to the opera house to see ballet shows. The smaller stud was pinned to the ground, while the godly hunk railed him doggystyle. ‘Dang that boy knows how to fuck.’ 

Atticus had met Sheryl and Ryan last month when he first moved in. They were a lovely, charming couple and during their only meeting with Atticus they referenced their two boys while omitting the fact that they were a blended family. Atticus felt his cock stir. ‘That’s two brothers?? This is some messed-up perverted family…” 

Momentarily, he fantasized about the prospect of adding those two strapping young men to his OnlyFans stable. But he knew there was zero chance of that happening. Boys from well-to-do families had no need for the money and they tended to opt for professional careers in finance or law and the like. ‘Okay, this is wrong,’ he thought, and he promptly headed back inside, reprimanding himself for violating his neighbor’s privacy. 

Inside waiting for him kneeled a cute 19-year-old latin twink wearing a thin jockstrap and nothing else. “Hi Daddy. I got really lonely while you were outside…” Atticus flew the teen over from NY for the week. He was a very obedient and sweet boy, and by virtue of looking like Ashton Summers, appealed to a large fan base. Atticus slipped his belt off, unbuttoned, and let his pants fall to the floor. “Well, then what are you waiting for? Come crawl to daddy…”

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About a week had passed since the afternoon Chase got deflowered, and now he constantly felt distracted. The wild sexual experience left Chase perpetually horny and thinking about sex - sex with Brad, specifically. But to the hopeful teen’s disappointment, a week had gone by without even seeing a glimpse of Brad’s unforgettable cock. 

Whenever Brad saw his younger brother again after claiming his virginity, he always acted like his casual normal self, as though the insane fuck he threw was just another regular day in the life. Adding insult to injury, the college jock was out of the house most days (and some nights), hanging out and partying with old friends. ‘He’s probably out fucking a different chick every night,” Chase wistfully thought. Chase, being the more timid sibling, felt too shy and embarrassed to confront his older stepbro about the event that should have fundamentally altered their relationship. 

Yet, the most unbearable aspect of this situation was that Brad also repeatedly sent subtle, mixed signals to Chase. The immediate day following the afternoon he stole away Chase’s virginity, Brad gave his brother a bottle of Victor Rolf Flowerbomb perfumed lotion. “I want you to wear this every day this summer. No deodorant - just a small amount of this perfume. Good girls gotta keep themselves smelling fresh for their man,” Brad instructed as he rested one arm around Chase’s shoulder, pretending not to notice the rising bulge in the younger jock’s pants. Brad then headed out the door without a word about what he was going to be up to that day. He did not return till the next morning, leaving a dismayed Chase wanking himself off at midnight, realizing his fuck-boy stepbrother had probably already forgotten all about him.

A few mornings later, as Chase was exciting the restroom after his morning shower, Brad mischievously blocked his way, staring at his annoyed brother with a cocky grin, and then roughly yanked off the towel around his waist. He pushed Chase against the wall and rubbed a finger against his quivering buttcrack. “Need to do a quick check to make sure my girl’s still keeping herself smooth…” Feeling a faint hint of stubble, he spanked Chase five times as though disciplining a naughty boy. A humiliated but secretly eager Chase went back into the bathroom to shave his entire body. But by the time he reemerged from the bathroom, Brad was already out for the day. 

The next morning, Chase woke up to find that his underwear drawer had been emptied out, his boxers and briefs replaced by several pairs of thongs and the familiar bustier set he remembered from that embarrassing day at the Victoria's Secret. The only articles of Chase’s underwear that remained were his jockstraps. He thought, sulkingly,  ‘Asshole…why’s he fucking with me like this when he clearly doesn’t even wanna hang out with me anymore?’

Chase tried his best to keep his mind off of Brad by filling up his own days. He took on odd jobs at the country club (his stepdad partially owned and ran): a few shifts of life guarding, serving as a golf caddy when needed, and cleaning the pool every day. As always, Chase devoted significant time to community service: he volunteered at a couple different retirement homes and donated a small portion of his wages to a local organization that supported unhoused people. And on the body front, the handsome jock’s summer cut was coming along so-so; his focus was a bit off, but it helped that his stepdad was back in town to train him.  

“Careful, Buddy!” Ryan gripped the titling barbell and guided it back up to position, saving his stepson from a potentially serious injury. The Alabama-born father continued speaking in his low-pitched, southern drawl, “You okay today? 230lbs bench press is usually light work for you. I ain’t seen you struggle like this before.” Chase flipped some strands of brown hair off his sweaty brow. “Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve been kinda distracted lately.” With a determined look, he regripped the bar, “Here, lemme pump out a few more reps.”

Ryan gripped his stepson’s forearm and spoke firmly, “No, son. Take it easy today. It aint gon’ do you no good to take any injury risks 'fore your senior year, you hear me? Slow and steady wins the race.” Chase sighed and rolled up off the bench. His stepdad turned around, “Come on, buddy, let’s head over to the stretching bench.” 

“Ughh, oww, yep, I definitely feel it up there, phew,” Chase groaned while laying on his back while his stepdad raised his ankle towards the ceiling, stretching his sore hamstring. Ryan held steady, his huge triceps rippling under the warm gym lights. Glancing downwards, he notices, for the first time, Chase’s smooth, shaven armpits. Ever since Ryan returned from the tennis camp, he observed that things seemed slightly off about his stepson. When he first got home and hugged the boy, he detected the scent of feminine perfume. It was a surprisingly intoxicating combination. The sweet floral fragrance layered over the teen’s natural masculine musk; this mixture subliminally conveyed sex, as though a woman had sensually draped and rubbed herself all over a man’s body. For Brad, it was an uncomfortable combination - he did not want to associate his sweet son with sex. But at the present moment, looking at his stepson’s shaved pits, he was undeniably aroused and couldn’t help but wonder what other parts of his body were shaved. 

Ryan figured the boy was going through girl issues. “Look son, I know 18’s a confusing age for men, especially good lookin’ bucks like yourself…how’re things with Sara goin’ by the way?” Chase perked up; he was looking forward to seeing Sara again and hoped she could take his mind off of Brad and help him return to a sense of normalcy. “She’s solid. Did well at her gymnastics meet, won a couple medals. She’s with her fam in Italy right now but they’ll be back in a few days…her brother Soren just graduated college” 

Ryan was glad to see the change in his son’s face and though, ‘Hmm, he must be doing all this weird shit for Sara.’ Young women these days seemed increasingly attracted to effeminate men, and hell, Ryan could blame them - he found twinks pretty hot himself. A dirty thought crossed his mind, ‘I wonder she’s put out for him yet..?’ He’d often overheard Brad had teasing Chase about his failure to get past first base, which, if it were true, bewildered Ryan. The Alabama-raised southern gent thought, ‘Back in my day, gals would trip over themselves for a chance to bed a stud like Chase… Sara should be a bird's nest on the ground for my son…but nowadays I guess they just want them pretty boys who shave their pits and smell like flowers or some shit.’ 

Chase felt guilty for cheating on Sara. He truly did love the sweet-smiling, blonde gymnast who acted every part of the supportive, emotionally available partner despite her sexually manipulative tendencies. What he did with this stepbro was wrong, but part of the situation didn’t fully feel like cheating. It would have clearly rung alarm bells in Chase's head if he’d been sticking his cock into another chick. But the fact that it was his own stepbrother, in a twisted ironic way, felt like just two good ‘ole boys messing around.

But It was more than just messing around. Zero chance Chase could deny that. And so the sweet-natured, good-hearted boy spent each day batting away pangs of guilt that further added to the confusing mix of emotions muddling his thoughts. He’d make it up to Sara, somehow, some way. He’d sit her down for an honest talk after she returned and beg for forgiveness; and he understood it was her prerogative whether or not to extend grace. 

As soon as Ryan finished loosening up Chase’s hamstring, he had the boy sit up and ended the session by kneading his strong hands into the muscle boy’s solid shoulders. There was a reassuring comfort in his stepfather's firm, masculine touch. Chase wanted to do the right thing, just as he (naively) believed his role-model stepdad would always do.

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Brad hadn’t voluntarily cum in over a week. Not since he accomplished his long-time goal of nailing his younger stepbrother. No, the mind-blowing encounter did not satisfy his lust for Chase, but rather it intensified his burning desire tenfold. It wasn’t enough that he had deflowered the innocent teen jock, he wanted to own his body, mind, and cock completely. 

It took every ounce of willpower, honed by years of high-level sports training, for Brad to restrain himself each night from knocking down Chase’s door, pinning him against the mattress, and fucking him until the bed broke. But he couldn’t let Chase catch on. No, Brad needed to keep sending mixed signals to keep the boy desperate, to fuck with his head so he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about Brad every waking and dreaming hour of day or night. 

So Brad did what he could to distance himself from Chase for the past week, and to act like their afternoon of passionate, brutal, carnal lovemaking affected zero changes in their brotherly relationship. Brad wanted Chase to think he had thoughtlessly already moved on to his next conquest, and the next, and the next. So he spent his days with friends, working out, making stupid TikToks for his 250k followers, and then partying the nights away with reckless abandon.

But as much as Brad's plan fucked with Chase’s head it also worked both ways. Brad couldn’t escape the countless mental snapshots of his brother endlessly running through his mind. Especially not the image of the defeated sweaty jock laying on the ground covered in dirt, with Brad's cum leaking out of his wrecked fuck chute.

And whenever he caught a whiff of that floral fragrance hovering lightly over the faint scent of boy-musk, Brad would feel his muscles swell as blood and primal hormones pumped through his veins urging him to go ahead and pounce on his prey. Brad’s self-control faltered on the morning when he groped the submissive teen’s ass and ordered him to shave off all his body hair again. While the obedient boy retreated back into the bathroom to shave, Brad felt immense pleasure at the thought of Chase making his body smooth solely to please his older stepbrother. 

‘I own him,’ the college hunk thought as he reached down and rubbed his massive bulge through coarse denim fabric. He imagined the vast array of dirty, unspeakable acts he hoped to inflict upon the submissive jock, and also the sick twisted fantasies that must be occupying Chase's corrupted mind. What he wouldn’t give to just bust open the door right now and feel Chase's newly smooth legs wrap around his own trim waist as he’d fuck the boy on the bathroom counter. 

Brads jeans felt painfully tight against his raging hard-on. He popped the top button and slid his hand over his precum-lubed cockhead, trying to adjust his cock. The hormone-consumed hunk couldn’t help from pulling his cock out and rubbing his boned up and down twice. Brad lost it. Ribbons of wild cum rushed out of the throbbing cock and stained his tight wifebeater tank. 

‘Shittt’. Brad hadn’t lost control and cum involuntarily like this since he was a fucking high school freshman. He needed to go. To get the fuck out of there before Chase re-emerged. Hurriedly, he swapped out his wifebeater for a stringy muscle tank and rushed out the door to head to his morning gym session.

That happened over two days ago. Brad was now just walking back into his house after dominating a group of his old high school buddies on the nearby basketball court. His golden olive skin shined with a thin layer of sweat that had somewhat dried off during the walk home. He got back just as his dad Ryan was preparing to head out and grab drinks with some golfing buddies at a sports bar. Chase was plopped on the living room couch watching baseball - the Astros were playing the Rangers today. 

The athletic 37-year old grabbed a couple of Corona Lights from the fridge on he way over to the front door. “Yooo, quick hands,” Ryan suddenly shouted before he suddenly tossed a can towards the startled Chase. The rugby forward caught the can by his fingertips, nearly dropping it before firmly pulling it back with his other hand. Ryan lobbed the other can high towards the front door. Brad barely blinked as he extended one arm to causally catch the can above his head. 

As Ryan walked passed his son to get to the door, the two men grasped hands and pulled in to give each other a firm pat on the back. The father and son bore a striking resemblance: both men stood at exactly 6’4” and shared the same dark features and prominent bone structure. “Keep an eye on your baby brother okay? Don’t let him run wild and knock a chick up like his old man did,” Ryan teased, knowing full well his younger stepson was vastly more responsible than his older stepbro.

Ryan was by far the more laid-back parent, his own strict parents having previously failed to tame him despite their rigid rules and constant attempts at discipline. He believed parents had to let boys be boys, make mistakes, and learn to own up to them; not become beta cucks like so many men these days. So whenever Sheryl was away for business, the boys knew they could breath easy at home. 

Brad was intending to rinse off in the shower, but with a beer already in hand, he decided to plop down on the couch and put his arm around his sweet-smelling little bro. Chase caught a whiff of musk wafting from Brad's lightly damp pits. He smelled a mixture of Old Spice deodorant and the familiar hint of testosterone-filled sweat eating through. Brad's masculine scent starkly contrasted with the floral fragrance lightly dancing off the more submissive, younger brother.

Brad smiled inside, satisfied that the sweet-natured boy obeyed his orders and wore that same fragrance every day that week. As they sat watching the game, he stole a few glances at Chase, who looked almost angelic in a plain white t-shirt and matching white joggers. His Dewey-eyed little bro was so freakin cute!  The announcers went wild as Jose Altuve hit a home run. “FUCK YEAH!!!” Brad hollered with excitement, shaking Chase’s shoulders energetically. 

Chase was still holding a drink in his hand and spurts of beer splashed onto his cotton t-shirt. He shoved his annoying big bro away. “Come on mannn, watch it, dude,” the annoyed teen groaned. He slid the soiled fabric up over his taut torso and tossed it on the coffee table next to him. “Sorry, dude, my bad.” As Brad apologized, he checked his stepbro out. 

Chase’s muscles were getting more defined, even compared to just last week. Brad’s eyes lingered over the boy’s smooth round pecs, remembering how sexy they looked with a lace bra strapped around them. The quarter-sized nipples perked out invitingly. He wanted to squeeze the 18-year-old’s nubile tits and flick those peaked nipples around his tongue. He could almost taste the boy’s salty skin in his mouth as he imagined nibbling gently around the nipples, eliciting those squirming, involuntary moans he’d heard Chase make on only one prior occasion. 

Brad downed the remainder of his Corona Light. He headed to the kitchen to take a shot of vodka. Returning to the couch carrying the entire bottle, he handed it over to Chase. Chase paused. It felt a bit early in the day to drink straight liquor. But at the same time, the jock needed to calm the nervous energy that he felt bubbling up after Brad joined him on the couch after basically ignoring him all week. He took a large swig and winced, “Thanks man. Phew that shit is strong!”

Brad wondered out loud, “Sara. You shoot any of those nudes over to her yet?” Chase blushed, he had indeed been sending her a new pic every couple of days, as per his big bro’s suggestion. “Yeah, one or two…” Chase smiled shyly, “she seems to like ‘em.” 

“Yeahhh buddyyy,” Brad grasped Chase’s shoulder approvingly, “…so…she return the favor or naw?” Chase chuckled nervously but the sweet boy did not respond, feeling like it’d violate Sara’s privacy by merely disclosing the fact that, indeed, she did. 

Brad grinned knowingly. “Hellll yeah bro. You’re gonna get that little dick wet in no time, I know it.” Chase suddenly felt another pang of guilt, remembering how he promised his virginity to Sara but surrendered it to Brad. Though technically, his cock had still never penetrated anyone yet, so perhaps he still a semi-virgin for practical purposes? Chase grabbed the vodka and took two giant gulps. 

Brad raised an eyebrow. “Bro, chill the fuck out with that. You’re gonna get all fucked up and it’s only like 7:30 right now.” Chase’s eyes were already beginning to grow blood-shot as a comforting warmth enveloped him. He probably should’ve eaten more food before drinking like this, having eaten a light dinner more than two hours ago. 

Chase replied, “Don’t worry dude, I feel fine.” Brad shrugged and took a small swig from the bottle himself. He squinted as an idea ran through his mind. He kicked back and rested both hands behind his hair. “Shittt man. My feet are killing me. Probs shouldn’t have gone so hard on the court today.” Chase made a sideways glance at his step bro; he looked so sexy with those manly armpits exposed. Brad continued, “Why don’t you do me a solid and rub them a bit.” 

Chase’s eyes widened. Brad tilted his head and gestured a nod towards the floor by his feet. “Come on, get over there on your knees.” Surprised by the request but feeling excited at the fact his idol was finally paying attention to him again, Chase dropped down to his knees and inched over to Brad’s size-13 feet. He held the right foot up to chest level and began firmly kneading the sole. Brad’s feet surprisingly didn’t smell much at all, owing to the fact that he soaped them up every time he showered and always wore socks when wearing shoes. But you couldn’t say they smelled good either - he’d still been out playing basketball for an hour. 

Brad had planned to ignore his puppy-like stepbro for a few more days, but his self-control had its own limits. Today, he just had to give in and fast-forward the plan he had in store.  As the obedient wrestling and rugby star massaged his idol, the older college jock ran his other foot lightly across the fabric of his bro’s thin cotton joggers. He ran his toes gently along the thighs, then glided him up around the unmistakable outline of the turgid 6-inch cock. Brad traced the contours of the six-pack and lifted his foot up to use it to caress the cherubic cheeks on the teen’s handsome face.

Planting his sole firmly against the frozen boy’s face, Brad ordered, “Kiss. Suck.” Chase remained frozen for another moment, as tingles continued to run up his spine. Brad pressed his big toe against the plump, soft lips and Chase began lightly, almost lovingly kissing each toe. “I said suck.” Chase hesitantly opened his mouth as Brad slipped his foot in. He wrapped his other foot behind the back of Chase’s head as a counterbalance. 

“How’s that taste?” Inaudible moans escaped the boy’s filled mouth. Brad kept eye contact with the struggling jock boy. It was such a sexy sight: Chase on his knees worshipping an alpha man’s foot, his bloodshot blue eyes looking up at his new master. Brad wondered something…

“Keep sucking on my foot and take those joggers off…do it now.” Chase submitted to his owner’s demand and slipped them off, revealing a tight white thong with mini ribbons on each side. The obedient 18-year-old kept his entire body smooth, just as Brad had demanded. “Fuckkk that’s hot. You’re so sexy, little bro, you know that?” Chase’s average-sized cock twitched and jumped, almost like a puppy dog excited at its master’s praise.  

Brad switched the positions of his feet and Chase began eagerly licking and French-kissing the other foot. Brad still wanted him after all! The horny teen desperately wanted to please the Greek god he was kneeling before. Observing the boy’s increased enthusiasm, Brad rubbed both feet against his beautiful face, spreading the boy’s own saliva over his rosy cheeks. 

After a minute or so, Brad pulled out his phone and began filming. He planted his feet on Chase’s firm pecs and pushed, knocking the high school wrestling champ onto his bare butt. “Stroke yourself.” The horned-up teen pulled the thong down, tucked it under his balls, and slowly rubbed up and down his uncut cock as his older stepbro continued to film. “Good boy…fuckkk what if your teammates could see you right now? Star player down on the floor, stroking his little boy clit….they’d learn how much of a slut you are and pass you around the locker room.”

Chase gasped and stroked faster. He felt so horny and humiliated hearing the cocky jock refer to his dick as a boy clit. Brad continued, “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t ya?” Subconscious desire taking over, the submissive boy nodded his head without realizing it. Brad laughed in his deep, rolling timbre. “Hey take your other finger and stick it in your mouth…yeah, that’s right, get it nice and wet…now, turn around and show your pussy to the camera…come on, scoot closer.” 

Chase inched towards the camera, the white drawstring seductively running over his pink rosebud. A wad of spit landed precisely over his smooth hole. And another. And a third wad missed, hitting the top of his right ass check. “Good girl. Now, I want you to finger your hole and stroke yourself at the same time.” 

Kneeling up, Chase cautiously took his finger from his mouth and gingerly slid it past his balls and perineum until it tapped on the entrance of his soft rosebud. The inexperienced boy winked his hole a few times and finally his splintcher opened, letting the finger slip into the clenching boypussy. He let out an involuntary moan. “Ahh. Mhhh.” At the same time, Chase ran his other hand all over his shaved crotch and sensually rubbed his uncut cock.

Brad, stood up off the couch and slowly walked in a circle, filming the embarrassed but aroused boy from all angles. Chase’s skin felt hot - it was his first time being filmed doing anything sexual and felt so taboo. “Ughh…Brad, fuck, I’m getting close…it feels-“ 

“Stop touching yourself. Now.” Summoning all his willpower, the panting boy managed to withdraw his finger from his hole and pull his hand off his leaking cock. Chase needed to cum so badly.

Brad dropped his baggy athletic shorts down to his ankles and plopped back down on the couch. He was still wearing his unwashed Lebron James jersey and pulled the front of the shirt up revealing the bottom half of his rippling abdomen. He spread his hairy legs, and Chase almost drooled at the sight of the large balls and 9-inch shaft standing erect over the dense lawn of unmoved pubes. “This is what a real man looks like,” the shaved, smooth boy thought to himself. 

Brad flicked his veiny dick a few times and gave his kneeling brother a curt nod. “Come on fag, you know what to do.”

Chase crawled to his master and wrapped his soft lips around the twitching cock head. He slowly swirled his tongue around the tip, while looking up at the iPhone camera like an obedient sex slave he was slowly becoming. Brad let out a small gasp and rolled his eyes back. 

Suddenly, Chase simultaneously increased his suction while sliding almost the entire length of the cock down his mouth in a single stroke. “FUCK!” Surprised by the pleasurable tempo change, Brad almost dropped his phone as a strong shiver ran up his spine and caused his entire body to tense. Chase then used both hands to lightly stroke and fondle his older stepbro’s balls and he bobbed his head up and down the thick, straight cock. 

“Ughh, fuck yeah, that feels so good girl. Fuck, when did you learn to give head like that.” Brad usually had decent staying power, but he knew he couldn’t last more than a few minutes. The situation was too hot, and he’d only cum once in the past week. A giant load swelled in the college hunk’s almost-bursting balls. 

He looked down at his boy and noticed those stunning blue eyes were watering up a bit from the enthusiastic blowjob he was doling out. Brad, put a hand over his sub’s short brown hair and firmly held it so he wouldn’t be able to pull off the pulsing cock. smiling cruelly, asked, “You my good little fag?…yeah? Then say it. Tell me you’re a faggot.”

Chase, unable to lift his head from Brad’s cock, struggled to make muffled noises, “mmm moh fgghh…gggg”. Brad patted his obedient slut on the head and let go of his hair, having captured the humiliating moment on camera. He asked, “such a good girl…you want Daddy to feed you a load of his cum as a reward?”

Hearing those words, Chase’s cock twitched uncontrollably. Pulling his mouth slightly off of Brad’s dick, he looked his puppy dog eyes up at his big bro and sincerely begged, “Please, yeah please give it to me…please I need it so bad.”

An evil grin spread across Brad’s angular face. He forcefully shoved the smaller jock off his cock. “Well too bad.” Brad stood up and quickly stroked his own throbbing cock for a couple of seconds. “AGHH!!!” Thick globs of cum exploded out, the huge load soiling the carpet. Chase’s jaw dropped, watching the precious load fall to the ground, wasted.

But Brad wasn’t done. He lifted his huge foot and nudged the back of Chase's head towards the scattered puddles of cum. “Lick it up.” Chase groaned but obeyed. He hesitantly flicked his tongue over the milky puddles at first. Tasting the salty seed drove Chase wild with lust. He began greedily lapping at the warm puddle while dropping his hips low and humping the floor like a dog. As Chase desperately ground his tongue into the dense carpet, squeezing out each last precious particle of semen, he lost control. His reddened, cherubic face crunched as waves of pleasure coursed through his rippling body,

The wrestling and rugby star let out high-pitched, almost-pained moans as his cock exploded, further staining the thick carpet with another string of cum puddles. Panting, and flush with post-orgasmic relief, the 18-year-old looked furtively over at his older brother who was standing with a look of surprise and amusement. Without a word, Chase lowered his face to one of the new cum puddles and began lapping up his own hot jizz. 

Brad hit the ‘stop-record’ button. He felt a mild twang of guilt for the dirty acts he just completed. In an unusually kind tone, he said, “Hey, that’s okay lil bro, don’t worry about the rest of that. Lemme go run a washcloth under some water, I got this. Go shower off.” 

Chase let out a relaxed groan as warm water ran over his toned, filled-out body, washing away the last remnants of soap from the smooth, clean-shaven skin. Just as he was about to turn off the water, a tall figure popped in and towered over the 5’11” nubile teen. Brad cupped his little stepbrother’s silky-smooth butt and wet his own wavey dark hair under the shower water. “Hey man, you done in here? I’mma sub in for you.” As Chase exited the shower and toweled off, Brad said, “And one more thing. If you want, feel free to spend the night in my room. Just like old times…”

The two stepbrothers lay in bed, side by side, scrolling through their phones. “Sara, comes back real soon, huh?” Brad asked. Chase replied, “Yeah, flying home tomorrow morning from Rome. That reminds me, I should text her before I fall asleep.” Chase shot a quick message over to Sara. He then put his phone down and curled into his brother, resting his head on the inviting, furry chest, and quickly dozed off.

Sara Dunne woke up the next morning in her hotel room and yawned. She glanced at her phone. Two iMessages. The first was from her boyfriend Chase, “Love you, babe. Miss you so bad and can’t wait to see your beautiful smile again when you get back :)” She beamed, grateful for being loved by the hottest boy in her class. She sent a quick reply, “Love you too, stud. Miss you tons (and maybe also your warm tongue ;) )”  

She opened the second message. From Brad Bennett: “Hey naughty girl. Text me soon as your flight touches down. Miss the feel of your warm pussy squeezing down on me. Daddy’s got a nice, thick, welcome-back present waiting for you.”

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End of Chapter. 

Thank you all so much for the continued support and messages! I wrote the first half of this chapter before leaving for vacation and finished writing the rest on my phone. 

I look forward to continuing to read your suggestions (some of them have been very hot) and feedback.

Best,

C.H.