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Subject: My Little Brother, The Slut, Chapter 15 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work contains material of a sexual nature. Readers must be of legal age according to local laws to open, read, copy, or save this work. The author in no way endorses sexual contact with minors. Please observe all local and federal laws. You can email me at alex@yahoo. Apologies for any errors. All Rights Reserved Please donate to Nifty.Org fty/donate.html) to keep our stories alive! Nico’s face loses all its color, he gulps and takes the phone from my hand. I am angry; angry and kind of turned on. I am angry because I have forbidden Logan from having sex with older men, and the dick in the picture is no boy dick. However, the thought of my little brother getting his throat fucked has me starting to get hard again. “Why did he send you this, Nico?” I ask, looking at him, daring him to lie to me. “Alex… You weren’t supposed to see that. It’s my phone and you had no right to take it from me,” he says, trying to be brave but the cracking of his voice betrays him. “I’m not going to ask you again, Nico. Why did Logan send you this?” I ask, standing up, towering over him. “He’s my friend. Me, him, and Christian tell each other everything!” He gulps. “Did you know he was going to do this? Is that why you wanted me to fuck you, so Logan had time to be alone?” I ask, starting to gather my things. Nico has tears in his eyes, he tries to snatch my clothes out of my hands, “Please! Don’t go! I didn’t know! I wanted you to make love to me because I am in love with you! I loved you since I met you!” I stop dead in my tracks. He is too young to know what love is, isn’t he? Infatuated? Maybe. In love? Definitely not. I look down at him and see a tear fall from the corner of his almond shaped eyes. Instinctively, I reach out and wipe the tear before bringing my hand under his chin, pulling his face up and softening my tone. “Hey, look, I believe you, but Logan shouldn’t be doing this. Meeting guys online is dangerous, and he could get hurt. If you are his friend, you should encourage him to be good. He’s too young to be having sex with older guys. I need to go Nico,” I say. “Don’t go! Please… Just lay with me. Logan is smart, he will be ok. Plus, you’re an older guy, and I am a few months younger than Logan. How is this different?” He asks drying his eyes, standing up and wrapping himself around me. “I… Well… He…” I say trying to make sense of it, but I couldn’t, he was right. “Exactly. Plus, what are you going to do!? Punish him? Stop him? He’s going to do it regardless. You could just lay back and let me suck your big, hairy dick!” He says seductively, getting on his knees. “You horny, little slut,” I say, laughing, his mouth already attached to my growing cock. I lead Nico to the bed, his mouth never leaving my rock-hard dick. I sit on the edge of the bed looking down as the boy works his juicy, red lips around my now sweaty, thick cock. I throw my head back and let out a few moans, letting Nico know I am enjoying his mouth. The boy takes my cock in his hand, not able to fully wrap it around my girth, jerking it as he sucks. He pulls my cock out of his mouth momentarily, a string of saliva and precum runs from his lips to my dick. He licks his lips and looks up at me, wanting to say something. “What?” I ask, wondering what the boy has on his mind. “Nothing. I just wanted to say thank you for tonight. It hurt but I didn’t want anyone else to do it but you. Do you think we can do it again? Not tonight, but sometime? It’s almost summer vacation and I could sleep over with Logan. After he goes to bed, I could sneak into your room,” he says, his plan well thought out. “You have been thinking about this haven’t you?” I ask him, and he nods enthusiastically. “Yes, we can do it again. We will figure it out ok?” I tell him, his smile couldn’t be any bigger. I grab his head and push him back down on my dick, needing him to finish what he started before I leave. He isn’t expecting my dick to go so far down his throat, he starts choking and gagging. He reaches down and wraps his small hand around his hardening boy dick, pulling on it rapidly. “Did I say you could play with yourself?” I ask him. “No, daddy. I’m sorry. I am so horny, and I want to cum,” he explains, pausing only to explain before moving his mouth back onto my leaking cock. “If you want to cum, then suck me. If you do a good job, I will let you cum when you finish,” I bark. I needed him to know I was in charge and would dictate how our encounters go. I grab his ears and slam him down on my dick, fucking his mouth without mercy. My girth is too much for the small boy’s mouth, I can feel his teeth on my dick. I didn’t mind, seeing him with izmit escort my precum and saliva creeping out of the sides of his mouth was enough for me to ignore the teeth. “That’s it, boy! Suck daddy’s dick,” I say gruffly, reaching for his cell phone. He attempts to stop, pushing against my legs, probably to ask what I was doing with his phone. I push his head down deep onto my dick and snap a picture. I pull out until the mushroom head of my huge cock is the only thing in his mouth. “Look at me,” I bark, slapping his face lightly. He purrs as my hand strikes his face. Obediently, the small Asian boy looks up at me, his eyes watering from the throat fucking I am administering, face covered in various bodily fluids. This beautiful boy, once innocent is now a full-fledged faggot boy. I snap a few pictures of my dick in his mouth before allowing him to continue at his own pace. The boy’s mouth is making love to my dick, unbeknownst to him, I send the photos I just took to myself and then to Logan with an accompanying text. “Look at the dick I am sucking!” I text Logan from Nico’s phone. “Holy shit! That is huge! Who is it!?” Logan texts back almost immediately. I put the phone down concentrating only on the pleasure this boy is giving me right now. I moan as he sloppily slobbers up and down on my dick. I feel myself on the verge of cumming. I grab Nico by the back of the head and under his chin and start fucking his mouth again. The boy is choking and coughing but doesn’t attempt to stop me. I feel my balls tighten, I pull out of Nico’s mouth. He starts coughing attempting to catch his breath, rubbing his throat. I grab the boy by the hair and tilt his head back with one hand while the other one furiously jerks my cock. I stroke it a few more times and start unloading all over his cute face. “Fuck! I’m cumming!” I scream as my thick, white load coats his entire face. “Mmm, daddy,” Nico cries, his moans muffled by my thick load of cum. “Open your mouth,” I grunt as I shake the last drops of cum onto the boy’s tongue. I grab my phone and snap a few pictures of Nico’s messy face before grabbing my things. As I get dressed, I watch as Nico lays on his back, his tongue attempting to lick the copious amount of cum on his face while he strokes his little dick. He is moaning, and seconds later, the boy has a dry orgasm, causing him to convulse. I look over at him and laugh, “Alright, baby boy. I am out. Text you later.” “But… Wait…,” he calls out for me, but I ignore him. I head downstairs and out the door before Nico has an opportunity to stop me. I get in my car and head home quickly. I have all but forgotten about Logan’s text to Nico until I get home. There is a car parked in front of my house I do not recognize bringing Logan’s text to the forefront of my mind. The area we live in is pretty private and I know all the cars in my neighborhood, but this one I’ve never seen. Instead of parking my car in the driveway, I park around the corner hoping to catch Logan in the act. I turn off the car, waiting for the lights to go out. My palms are sweating, and my heart is pounding hard in my chest. I make my way quickly and quietly across my lawn and make it to my front door. I pause momentarily, my hand on the door knob. I press my ear to the door, listening for any noise but nothing. I take a deep breath before I put the key in the door and quietly let myself in. The lights downstairs are off, but I can hear music coming from upstairs. I close the door quietly, tiptoeing closer to the staircase. I wipe the sweat of my brow, rearranging my sweaty and saliva coated dick. I was beginning to chub up in my shorts, despite having just bust two nuts with Nico. Pictures of Logan on his knees, getting his mouth fucked by that huge, dark, uncut dick filled my head. My hands are clammy, and I have to consciously focus on walking. While I have accepted the fact Logan is a whore, I still don’t want him bringing random men into my home. I climb the stairs slowly, taking off my shoes to lessen the noise I might make. The music gets louder the closer to the landing I get. I pause momentarily and see the light in Logan’s room illuminating the doorway. I take a deep breath and walk towards his room. I press my ear against the door, partially hoping I hear him singing along to the music while the other part knows I will hear slurping or skin slapping. The music slowly fades as the song ends and I hear voices. “That’s it bitch! I am almost there. Don’t fucking stop, faggot,” I hear a deep, heavily Latino-accented voice yell out. “I told you the little faggot was good!” This voice I recognize, but I can’t place it. My dick is rock hard as I hear two voices followed by slurping and gagging. I had just dumped two loads, how the fuck was I still this horny?! The music starts again, and I can barely hear anything. I pull my ripe cock out and slowly start stroking, my ear pressed up against the door. I hear a loud moan followed by the yahya kaptan escort sound of Logan gagging and coughing. The music abruptly stops, and I hear voices again. “Thank you, daddy! I love pleasing you and your friends!” I hear Logan cry out between coughs. “See, I told you this little faggot loves it! You need to try that pussy next time,” I hear the familiar voice say. I know I recognize the deep voice but for some reason I can’t place it. I hear a bit of shuffling around in the room so I put my dick away, tucking it in my waistband, pointing it directly up. It sits flat against my abs, passing my belly button. I give it one final stroke, before I continue listening. “Nah man. I told you I ain’t gay. My girl don’t suck dick and she trippin’ lately. I’ll stick to the bitch’s mouth,” the heavily accented voice says. “I’m not gay either, bro. A hole is a hole, though,” the other guy says. “Whatever you say, bro. I just wanted to bust a nut, but we should go. You know how my girl gets,” the Latino laughs. “Alright! Faggot, go get yo’ ass in the shower. Don’t want yo’ brother to catch you with two loads on your face, or maybe we should let him find you like this!” The familiar voice says, and I finally am able to put a name to it. Brian!? Why the hell didn’t he tell me he was going to come over and use Logan? My head is spinning with confusion and a bit of jealously, I don’t even hear the door to Logan’s room open. I am pressed up against the wall, rubbing my dick through my shorts when the two men walk out. I am frozen. “What the…” the Latino cries out before Brian shakes his head and laughs, putting his finger to his mouth to quiet him. Brian leads the thuggish looking, stocky Latino man out of my house and turns and winks at me. He grabs his cell phone and waves it at me, as if to tell me to check my phone. As I pull my phone out I hear the two of them talking quietly as they descend down the stairs. “Who the fuck was that?” I hear the Latino man ask. Brian laughs before answering and looking back at me, “His brother, the dude loves watching his little faggot brother get used.” I hear them laugh as they walk out of the house. I put my phone away, feeling ashamed for spying. I should be protecting Logan from this kind of thing not enjoying it, but it seems like every time I discipline him, he does it again. I need Logan to know I really mean business this time. I head downstairs and walk out the front door. I notice the strange car is gone as I walk to my car and pull into the driveway. I sit in the car for a few minutes wondering how the fuck my life had gotten so messed up. Just a few weeks ago, my life made perfect sense. Now, my brother and my best friend are gay, and I’ve fucked them both, I fucked my brother’s 13-year-old friend and I just listened to a big black guy and his friend fuck my brother’s throat in his room. I chuckle to myself thinking of how crazy my life is. I walk in to the house and my mouth drops. Logan is on the couch, legs spread open, raised in the air, cum all over his face, fingering himself. His eyes are closed, his mouth slightly open. From the angle he is sitting in, I can see he has two slim fingers sliding in and out of his pussy easily. It takes everything in me not to keep watching before running up to him and ramming my fat dick into his hole. “Logan! What the fuck are you doing!?” I yell, closing the door behind me, not moving. “Lex! I… ummm… I was just…,” Logan jumps up, grabs a throw pillow and covers up his small boy parts. “What the fuck is on your face?!” I ask him, his face shiny, with the cum of the two men that just left. He looks down embarrassed: there was no way he could explain why or how two fresh loads of cum are dumped on his face. “Answer me, Logan,” I yell, moving closer to my nervous, naked little brother. “Lex, please don’t be mad. I… I… I invited a guy from school over and we messed around,” he lies. “What have I told you about inviting people to my house!? Is that cum on your face?!” I ask rhetorically. Logan’s face is almost completely covered in slowly drying cum, he slowly nods, tears forming in his eyes. “Are you fucking crying?” I ask. “Why are you always so mean to me?! I know you’re mad about what I did but can you not tease me?” He asks starting to cry. He was right. I know he’s gay and I don’t have a problem with it so why was I making a huge deal out of this? He was fucking with Brian who I know, and Brian wouldn’t ever put Logan in harm’s way. No, it would just fuck up the sweet deal he had going on, he wouldn’t jeopardize that. “Go clean yourself up and come to my room. Since you can’t seem to follow my rules, I will have to teach you a lesson some other way,” I tell him, and his eyes grow wide. “Wha… wha… what are you going to do?” He asks. “Go take a shower and meet me in my room. NOW!” I say. Logan glances at me, fear in his eyes, before heading upstairs. “For what it’s worth, gebze escort I’m sorry! I really am, Lex,” he says from the stairs. “I know, Bubba. I am just sick of you not obeying my rules,” I say softly. The boy nods before disappearing into his room. I had no idea what I was going to do but I needed to scare him a little. The horny perv in me says, ‘fuck the little faggot, fuck him into obedience’ while the brother in me says he just needs some tough love. I hear the shower start and while I wait, I pull out my phone. It dawns on me I still hadn’t checked the messages from Brian. I can still see his cocky grin and wink as he was leaving, taunting me to say something, to give myself away. I hate that he has something over me, but Logan being used turns me on so damn much. I notice Nico text me as well. I quickly open his message and realize it is just the pictures I sent myself from his phone. I quickly save them to my phone and move on to Brian’s messages. My hands are shaking as I click on the thread and begin reading. “Enjoy the show, huh?” Brian’s text reads. I scroll up to the new messages and find a video and two pictures. The first picture has the Latino’s cock laying across Logan’s face. The boy was looking up at the camera and the balls were resting on his chin and the long, uncut dick extended past the boy’s forehead. “Fuck!” I say to myself, rubbing my cock. I lick my lips and scroll to the next picture. If I wasn’t squeezing my dick I probably would be shooting my load into my underwear. I don’t know what it was about Logan that turned me on. Maybe it’s the innocence of my little brother, maybe the taboo of it all, or maybe because he is such a fucking faggot cumdump whore. The next picture shows Logan on his knees, two cocks attempting to stretch his mouth out. The boy has both dicks in his mouth, stretching it to its limits. The picture reminds me of going to the dentist where they put the mouth guards in to stretch your mouth out, but this was so fucking hot. Logan’s lips are red and puffy, two large cocks raping his faggot mouth. The look on his face is pure ecstasy. I know I don’t have much time before Logan is done washing up, no doubt he was rushing and panicking wondering what punishment I had in store for him. I click on the video and I can tell Brian was recording the scene in front of him. Logan was on his knees in the little black thong Brian likes him in. “Damn, you weren’t lying. This little bitch is pretty. Look at those lips, meant for cock sucking,” the Latino’s heavy accent is heard off screen. “Hi, daddy! I am going to make you proud by sucking every drop from your friend!” Logan moans, licking his lips. “I know you are, faggot. You think you can handle it?” Brian asks, making Logan nod quickly. I fast forward the clip knowing I don’t have too much time. Logan is now expertly sucking on the new dick in front of him. He is moaning as he slowly jerks the dick while sucking it in and out of his throat. I watch as Brian’s hand grabs the back of Logan’s head and slams him down on the man’s dick, forcing it down Logan’s throat. “Fuck! I never had a bitch suck me like this!” The man shouts. “Why do you think I keep this little faggot around?” Brian asks. Logan slowly slides off the dick, Brian zooming in on the action. Logan grabs the man’s dick at the base, only the head in his mouth. The boy’s eyes are closed, his long lashes wet with tears from choking just seconds prior. He pulls back a bit more and plays with the ample foreskin. The boy’s lips suck on it, causing it to go in and out of the boy’s mouth. His tongue starts to roll around the foreskin, not wanting to leave any inch of it untouched. Logan must have been doing a great job, because the man was moaning and groaning. “Lex?” I hear Logan’s voice, breaking me out of my horny daze, my hand immediately releases my aching dick. I clear my throat, quickly turning off my phone, hoping to God he hasn’t heard what I was watching, “Uhm… yeah? What… umm… what’s up Bubba?” “I’m ready to be punished,” he replies, his head falls, looking at the floor. AUTHOR’S NOTES: Thank you all so much for being so patient while I wrote chapter 15. This chapter was tough as it could have gone many different directions, but I am pleased with how it turned out. Like always, I eagerly await the critiques. You guys have no idea how humbling and motivating it is to know you are still reading and still invested in the characters. I am trying my hardest to write a realistic story with drama and sex but also with real characters. The KIK group is a hit. You guys are amazing and provide me with a great place to share ideas, suggestions, etc. You are all amazing! The group is still open and growing almost daily, so let me know if you want to join. Thank you to hornysuckboy for editing my work. He also edited chapter 14, as well as L, who I didn’t properly credit in the last chapter. Take this as me formally thanking you and expressing my appreciation for what you do. How will Logan be punished? I know a few of you have suggestions so let me hear them! 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