Big Brother
by
the Wolf
Mitch looked up from his computer with a
sigh when he heard the first tromping footsteps coming up the stairs. He
quickly saved his current projects and closed all the windows, bracing for the
invasion that might happen in just a moment. Only one person in the house made
that sound on the stairs and now the heavy tread made its way to the door of
his bedroom.
"Hey, little bitch," Derek
said, bursting into the door without even a knock. "Mom and Dad are out, gonna be at a church thing for a couple hours. You know
what that means." He grabbed his own crotch, gave it a light squeeze, and
grinned down at Mitch. "Time for you to drain my nuts!"
At a hundred extra pounds of muscle and a
head taller than Mitch's own wiry frame, there was little point in arguing with
his older, defensive-tackle brother. If he said how he needed to finish his
project for his programming class and wanted to work on his own personal
projects, Derek would just try to mess up his computer somehow and still fall
back on the old threat to make Mitch suck his dick. Then it would probably be a
rougher experience. The cost-benefit analysis in his head said that it would be
better for him to just nod silently and get this over with.
Smirking at the assent, Derek strutted
into the room and plopped himself down to sit on the side of Mitch's bed. The
teenager set his glasses aside, slipped out of his chair, and moved closer to
the older, larger boy while Derek unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Derek
pulled his half-hard cock out of his underwear, and Mitch dutifully dropped to
his knees. He looked at it for a moment while Derek rubbed it with a hand, then
leaned forward without a word and gave the base a lick. Tasting it again, he
held back a little sigh as he opened up and wrapped his lips gently around his
brother's thick member.
"Oh yeah," Derek moaned.
"Don't make a sound. Just gonna pretend you're
Cindy."
Cindy. Derek's cheerleader bitch of an
on-again, off-again girlfriend. She was part of the reason Mitch was stuck like
this. If his brother were actually gay, this might even be kind of fun. It had
been arousing the first couple times in a naughty, forbidden sort of way. But
this was just one more way to torment Mitch and make demands of his younger
brother to satisfy needs that Cindy wouldn't. Burying his nose in a nest of
black hair with the thick cockhead trying to choke him, Mitch just felt like it
was part of a survival routine he had to live with until the end of this school
year.
It had started about a year before. The
torment he endured from his red-blooded, all-American, perfect-sportsman
brother—at least in the eyes of their parents and most of the town—was nothing
new. Where Derek fit the mold their parents had always envisioned for their
sons, Mitch had always been smaller and more interested in computers, video games,
reading, and intellectual pursuits that couldn't hold a candle to battering
into other people for possession of a leather ball. For all his life, Derek had
never let him forget who was in charge, while playing the angel for their
mother and father or only going so far as "roughhousing" that his
father hoped might "toughen Mitch up".
Things were only made more difficult for
Mitch as he became a teenager and began to realize that he liked guys. He never
bought into church and looked at his attraction from an intellectual level,
especially after enough searches and chatting online. Still, with his parents
as incredibly active members in Concerned Baptists for Family Values, he also
knew he had to stay hidden. He'd been mildly thankful that Derek's bullying had
taught him how to simply hide and survive and for the fact that he was the only
one in the house that could properly set up and adjust the router and
computers.
Then came the day during his sophomore
year that he'd been enjoying some time to himself, looking at some of the more
enticing pictures that amateurs shared online. He'd been so enthralled that he
hadn't even heard Derek come home earlier than expected until the last minute.
He barely managed to minimize the browser before his older brother burst into
his room. Football practice had been cancelled for the day, and Derek was
clearly looking to vent some of his aggressive energy by torturing his brother.
"Hey, faggot, what's up?" He
came in, looking at where Mitch was sitting at his computer. He looked down to
see the tent that hadn't gone down in Mitch's pants just yet and laughed.
"Aw, is little baby Mitch growin' up and lookin' at porn? Wonder what Mom and Dad would say."
Unable to stop him, Mitch was pushed
aside as Derek shoved his way to the mouse and brought up the window. His jaw
dropped when he saw the window and looked at Mitch. Mitch could only be
grateful that no one else was in the house at that moment.
"Holy shit, you really are a faggot! Oh man, wait 'till Mom and
Dad hear about this! They're gonna freak!" He
stood up and laughed while Mitch's chest tightened. Then Derek glared down at
him and looked back and forth like something out of a cartoon, as if that would
somehow confirm they were alone. "Or maybe … they never have to
know."
Mitch had seen the slow, rusty cogs
turning in Derek's head then. At the time, he'd envisioned his new life of
washing Derek's car all the time, doing all the chores around the house, and
having all his hours soaked up by every petty little torturous demand. Nothing
prepared him for when Derek unzipped his jeans and dropped them, his underwear
next.
"If you're gonna
be a little cocksucker, might as well have you suck mine. Especially since I
can't get Cindy to do it."
At that moment, Mitch had looked up in
surprise. "Y-You're—?"
Just starting the sentence earned him a
painful cuff on the ear. "Shut the fuck up, bitch! I ain't
a fag. But I want a blowjob, and being able to get one in the house doesn't
sound too bad, and Cindy won't put anything in her mouth. I hear fags like
sucking dick, so you can do mine. Or I can tell Mom and Dad what I just
found."
Mitch only thought for a moment while
Derek stood there with his cock hanging out. It was already going half hard
from his older brother stroking himself, probably thinking about warm lips on
it. He knew a few things that could happen if his parents found out he was gay,
and none of them were good. So Mitch had scooted his chair forward and, still
sitting, opened up his mouth and slowly leaned forward.
It took a few minutes to get started. In
his bed at night, Mitch had dreamed of feeling a hard piece of meat sliding
against his tongue, of wrapping his lips around a warm shaft, even of being
dominated just a little. It had never been like this though, never with his
bastard brother looming over him and extorting him.
"Best hurry up, bitch, we don't have
all day."
Glancing up, Mitch saw that Derek's eyes
were closed. It was true; they didn't have all day, and he knew his older
brother would readily make good on his threat. Extending his tongue, he'd
placed his first lick on the half-hard, uncut member. The warm, musky taste
made him shudder as he gave it a few more licks. It stirred something inside
him, even knowing it was his brother's cock swelling against his lips. He ran
his tongue under it a few more times while Derek made little noises above him
until it was completely hard, then leaned forward and wrapped his lips around
the stiff member.
Closing his own eyes, Mitch had started
sucking hungrily then. Half the time he was still sucking Derek off, which had
its own bizarre little thrill. The other half, he was imagining he finally had
a moment or two with one of the guys he chatted with online or one of the cute
boys he noticed in his classes and dreamed about at night. In his own pants, he
was growing hard again, actually enjoying the sensation while his brother began
to pump into his mouth and tried to stay quiet.
It didn't take Derek very long; he must
have been pent up at the time from a few days of the girlfriend icing him out
and gearing up for the practice that didn't happen. Mitch felt the cock
starting to throb in his mouth and soon a jet of salty, bitter cum flooded it.
Not expecting the taste, he began to pull back before a rough hand grabbed the
back of his head.
"Uh-uh, swallow it, you little
bitch," his brother growled from above him.
Doing as he was told and trying not to
drown, Mitch gulped as Derek's cockhead just spurted more and more into his mouth.
With no other option, he drank it down, surprised that the very act was making
him even harder as the shaft pulsed at his lips and tongue.
When Derek had finally spent his entire
load, he'd pulled back and shoved Mitch away in the chair, leaving just the
bitter aftertaste of his cum. The jock panted and chuckled, leaning down to
pull up his pants.
"Whoo!
That was even better than I'd imagined a blowjob would be. First I thought it
would be fun to get you kicked out of the house, but I like having a personal
cocksucker. So from now on, you're gonna do that
whenever I say, understand?"
Mitch had almost protested something
before all of Derek's words sank in. He realized just how his brother had him
and simply nodded his understanding. With a superior smirk, Derek had just
walked out the door. Mitch got up from his chair, closed the door to his room,
and found an old sock on the floor. Furiously, he stripped off his pants and
began stroking his own erection. For just a few moments, he forgot about his
brother and how trapped he was and just thought about what it had felt like to
finally have a hot cock spurting into his mouth. Gasping, he filled the cloth
of the sock. At the time he'd thought that maybe it didn't have to be so bad.
Most of the enjoyment quickly faded as
Mitch's life had become a never-ending stream of interruptions and
expectations. First it was anytime that his parents weren't home, no matter
what he was doing, Derek would demand service. And with both his mom and dad
working and spending plenty of time with their organization—figuring two
high-school boys could easily take care of themselves—there were plenty of
evenings where Mitch had to suck Derek's cock at least a couple times, always
on Derek's schedule and the way Derek wanted it. Usually his brother would
demand absolute silence, but sometimes he wanted Mitch to moan and make it
sound "as much like a girl as possible". The one time that Mitch had
surprised himself by being in the mood to suck cock and offered Derek an extra
blowjob when they were alone, he'd been smacked in the head, pushed to the
ground, and his face shoved into the rug while his brother reminded him who was
in charge and that he didn't like that "gay shit".
That wasn't to say that it was always
bad. If push came to shove, Mitch had to admit to himself that sometimes his
mood did coincide with Derek's demands. Those times, his brother's dick
actually did taste pretty good, and he would silently revel in the feeling of
being dominated and having it shoved between his lips. It was the only chance
he got to enjoy sucking cock, so he tried to make the most of it. But that had
been hard during last summer.
Once school was done for the year and
Mitch waited to enter his junior year while Derek was headed for his senior,
days were even rougher for Mitch. While he went out and partied during the
evening and night, one of Derek's favorite things to do during the daytime when
their parents were at work was lounge in the living room while treating his
brother like a slave and getting his dick sucked multiple times. Mitch could
hardly leave the house, and was usually expected to just sit on the floor in
front of whatever TV Derek wanted to watch, reading a book if he was lucky,
until his brother had another erection, then service it. Otherwise, Derek held
the doom of their parents over his head. It had almost been a relief when those
long months were over and the school year had started.
So now he knelt once again, diligently
but dispassionately sucking his brother's cock, lips sliding up and down the
thick, musky meat while Derek groaned above him. Of course Derek didn't seem to
notice any lack of enthusiasm as long as there were warm lips stroking his
dick. Mitch was pretty sure he didn't even masturbate anymore and just used his
brother's mouth when he wasn't making time with Cindy.
After a while, the familiar, bitter,
creamy load shot up into his mouth, Mitch swallowing like a pro and feeling at
least a little tingle in his crotch when the cum hit his tongue. Maybe he could
enjoy himself just a little bit later, thinking about that taste and someone
else. With the orgasm done though, his brother roughly shoved him to the side.
Already Derek was standing up and pulling his pants back on, looking relaxed.
"I'll probably want another one
before they get home, so you better be ready."
He stalked out of the room with his usual
confident stride while Mitch stayed on the ground, the aftertaste still on his
tongue. He reminded himself silently that it could be a lot worse, and that
this was just for about eight more months of school and a few months of summer.
Then Derek would run off to a football scholarship at one of the colleges
already courting him. He didn't think Derek's last act would be to out him anyways, since knowing the jock, he'd want to get
serviced and continue the reign of terror on the times he visited home. Just
eleven more months, and Derek would mostly be out of the house. Then just one
more relatively easy year under his parents, and after that, Mitch could ride a
few academic scholarships away from all of them for good. Surely, he could
survive that long.
The next day Mitch was looking, as usual,
for a quiet place to eat lunch. There were a few corners he knew around the
school that were not frequented by the rank-and-file students with whom he
shared nothing in common. At first he'd thought the space under the bleachers
facing away from the school was a nice empty spot to eat and read, getting just
enough sun for light but enough shade to not be baked. He hadn't seen the other
boy there until he'd already crawled beneath. Movement was his first clue to
the slim, seated frame leaning against one of the supports.
When the other student looked up, the
first thing Mitch noticed was his short brown hair. The sort that Mitch
couldn't help thinking it would be nice to run his fingers through. Next a pair
of striking blue eyes that made him smile, to which the other boy smiled back.
To his surprise, Mitch felt a little heat rise to his cheeks. That smile was
beautiful. What the hell? It had been a long time since he even noticed another
guy like this; it was dangerous to do so in this town.
"Oh, sorry," Mitch said,
"I thought this spot was unoccupied."
"Hey, it's okay," the other
student said before Mitch could slip out again. "Given you're holding a
book, I'm guessing you don't exactly like spending free time with the Morlocks?"
Mitch chuckled, moving back under the
bleachers. "Not my favorite thing, no. Take it you're not part of the
teeming masses?"
With a half smirk, the other boy held up
a trumpet case, and Mitch noticed that his dark clothes were the school's
marching band colors. "Take a wild guess."
They both laughed as Mitch extended his
hand. "I'm Mitch."
"Richard." As their hands
touched, their eyes met again and something seemed to pass between them,
unspoken.
"So…" Mitch said, trying to
think of something. "You don't even hang out with the rest of the
band?"
Richard shook his head. "Not around
here. We moved here from Seattle just a little bit ago. My old high school was
… a little easier to deal with; I'll be honest."
Mitch must have felt something from the
beginning, and as he looked at Richard, he suddenly realized what it was. He
was spending half his time eyeing Mitch almost the same way that Mitch had
originally noticed him.
"I'll admit, around here certain
things are … a challenge." Mitch looked into Richard's eyes, hoping he'd
see the question there without having to ask it aloud.
Richard smiled and gave just a little
nod. "Yeah, I think you know what I'm talking about."
They talked throughout lunch, Mitch's
book forgotten. Tension had broken between them, and while nothing was said
allowed, Mitch felt comfortable for the first time in a long time. Most of
their talk was even about movies, books they'd both read, what classes they had
to endure versus enjoy.
By the end though, they'd sidled just a
little closer to each other, and a little closer, looking at each other more
and more.
"You know one of the things I really
miss from Seattle?" Richard finally said as their lunch period was drawing
to a close.
"What's that?" Mitch asked.
Before he could realize what was
happening, Richard took Mitch's head in his hands and kissed him gently on the
lips. Mitch felt his whole body tense at first, but soon flowed easily into it.
The kiss was soft and warm pressure on his lips, no attempt yet for a tongue to
push its way in. It was a couple seconds that stretched into minutes for Mitch
before Richard leaned back and smiled.
"Having a boyfriend," he said
with a wink before heading off to his next period.
Mitch just sat for a few moments. It took
him that long to process what Richard has just done and a little more time to
enjoy the fact that he'd finally had his first real kiss.
Sitting at his computer once again, Mitch
was having trouble focusing. He had work to do and projects to complete, both
for school and his personal inspiration, but he couldn't stop thinking about
Richard. Richard who actually had a decent bit of muscle on him from all that
marching when it came down to it, even on his small frame. Richard who felt so
nice against his body, pressed into his arms, lips against his.
Over the last few weeks, they'd been
slipping off as often as they could. First just kissing and making out, then
quickly leading to groping and fondling, and soon stripping what clothing off
they could to feel each other skin to skin. But the day before had hit a
turning point that just wouldn't let Mitch's mind rest.
Sneaking into the locker room showers
during a shared free period, at a time when they could be almost positive they
wouldn't be interrupted, they'd started kissing hot and heavy almost
immediately. It had taken only a moment before both their shirts were off and
their hands were once again roaming over each other's bodies. Mitch had felt
himself getting hard as usual and pressed closer to Richard, rubbing their
groins together and feeling his own growing bulge as well. If he'd taken the
time to think, Mitch might have been nervous or worried about the risk of being
caught, but he'd let himself run on pure desire at that point.
He'd begun sliding his lips down to
Richard's neck, kissing there and working his way down towards his chest. For
just a few moments, he'd stopped to take turns between sucking Richard's
nipples like he'd often dreamed of doing to another guy. Richard had gasped and
fingers had slowly, lovingly stroked Mitch's hair, further igniting his
desires.
"Oh God, that feels amazing,
Mitch," he'd heard Richard mutter in surprise. Just that little moment had
furthered his craving, and he'd slipped down further, kissing Richard's abs
until Mitch was on his knees before the other boy.
At first Richard had looked down shocked
when Mitch began to unbutton and unzip his jeans. They'd only ever taken shirts
off or stayed on top of the clothes for anything below the waist. But when it
was clear that Mitch was moving forward and opening Richard's boxers, the other
boy had put a hand on his shoulder.
"A-Are you sure, Mitch? I mean …
we've never…"
Mitch's only response had been to look
back down at the erect cock and push his lips around it with more hunger than
he'd ever been able to muster for those forced occasions from Derek. As it
filled his mouth and senses and Richard gasped, Mitch had never imagined it
could be like this. It wasn't just the taste and the feel of it, but every
sensation was compounded by how he felt about Richard. It wasn't just a means
of survival, he genuinely wanted to make his friend—boyfriend?—happy. And that
had made the taste and feel so much better as he'd slid his lips up and down
the shaft a few times, licking and moaning while Richard practically whimpered
above him from the surprised pleasure.
With both of them so primed, it hadn't
taken long at all for Richard to finish in Mitch's mouth, all the while
muttering, "Oh damn, Mitch. Oh man, that's amazing. Gonna
… gonna happen soon. You sure you—? Oh … God!"
Mitch had gleefully lapped up every drop
of tasty cum while Richard held his head and sighed out his name a few times. Then
when there was finally no more to be had, Mitch slowly sucked as he slipped off
the dwindling member. For just a moment, Mitch was half expecting Richard to
just pull his jeans back on, put his shirt on, and walk out, leaving Mitch to
take care of everything else himself.
But Mitch had felt an entirely new joy
when the other boy had sunk to his knees and kissed him. The kiss had been long
and hard, their tongues intertwining and their hands rubbing each other's skin
again before Richard pulled back to speak.
"That … was amazing," he'd said
around a breath, "What made you do that? And how are you so good?"
The question had made Mitch a little
nervous. "Um … well, I just kind of did it the way I'd want it. And I just
… really wanted to do that for you," he said with a smile.
Richard had grinned and bit his lip.
"Well … I kind of … don't have any comparison. But that was great."
He'd reached his hands towards Mitch's zipper and undone it then, freeing the
tortured erection there finally. Mitch had shuddered. "I feel like I
should do something for you now," Richard continued, "but do you mind
of I just … use my hands and watch you go?"
With a chuckle Mitch had shaken his head
and just enjoyed the first time another guy had actually touched his dick and
gotten him off. It had been one of the best orgasms of his life.
Now though, he was stuck daydreaming
about it, and he and Richard hadn't been able to find much time for more than a
peck and a grope in a quiet corner today. Thursdays were not as good for their
class schedules, but Mitch was hoping the next day would be better. Maybe they
might even try to sneak out to a movie or something in the evening. Even if
they couldn't be too open about it, it would still be a real, actual date.
Mitch started to wonder if what he was feeling might be love.
His thoughts were broken when he heard a
door slamming shut downstairs. He knew Derek was late getting home today but
hadn't known just when his practice schedule was. Odds were good he'd be
barging into the room soon, demanding a blowjob again. Though with knowing
Richard, it was getting more and more difficult to actually service Derek.
Maybe it was having a reference to just what he was missing out on.
As he heard the clomping tread on the
stairs coming up, he noticed that it seemed slower and heavier than usual.
Something else seemed a little off as well. Had Derek actually come through the
back door today? It didn't matter as he heard those steps heading down the
hall, and sure enough, stopping at his room. Mitch began to stand up, wanting to
be ready to just get it over with quickly since he didn't have any other
choice. The door swung open and Mitch stood frozen, gaping at his brother.
Derek was standing there, shirtless and
panting slightly as he pushed himself through the doorway. Hanging far out over
his jeans was a huge rounded mass of his belly, stretched in a way that Mitch
had never seen and didn't think possible with the usually six-pack abs. With
each step the jock took, that massive gut sloshed and jiggled slightly while
Mitch tried to take in the whole disparate picture. Nothing else had changed,
not one other muscle out of place, just that gigantic, round belly hanging out.
Derek flopped himself onto Mitch's bed,
making it sag as he sighed with his tongue almost hanging out. As he settled,
he let out a loud belch that made the bulging gut ripple, and he looked dazed
almost to the point of being drunk.
"Ugh. Damn, that feels good. You'll
never guess what happened today, little bitch," he said with another,
smaller burp. "Help me get my pants undone; I can't really reach. And
start workin'; this has me hard as a fuckin'
rock!"
Mitch was still just frozen in place by
what he was seeing. "What … the hell?"
Derek fixed him with a glare. "I
said get my pants undone, bitch. This is tight, and getting home was a pain in
the ass." When Mitch was still having trouble moving, Derek rolled his
eyes. "Fine, you won't believe it, but somehow I just ate someone. Alive.
Now start working, or you might be dessert!"
In a state of mild shock, Mitch moved
forward to the bed as he was commanded. He wasn't sure if he believed what his
brother was saying or not, but as he slipped to undo the jeans, there was that
big wobbling belly sitting right before him where Derek had been lean and mean
just this morning. But it was impossible. This was a trick somehow, but it was
a damn good one.
When the pants came undone, Derek's full,
thick erection popped up against the mass of his new gut and he sighed in
relief. "Oh damn, that's so much better! Now start licking it, little
bitch. And rub my belly down there too. Where I can't even see you."
Mitch followed the orders. He couldn't
tell if it was the same old fear or the new vague possibility that his brother
could actually eat him somehow. But he dutifully began lapping at the exposed
cock and letting his hands rub the tightly stretched flesh. As he did, the new
fear began to solidify as he swore that he could just vaguely make out
something that felt like a limp foot or hand through the skin.
"Oh yeah," Derek moaned,
"That feels so awesome! Wish I knew I could do this before. I'd have eaten
some little band geek a couple years ago."
Mitch's licks halted. Little … band geek…
No. It couldn't be.
"Better keep lickin'
and keep rubbin', bitch." Mitch returned his
attentions to his brother's cock, remembering the goal of survival as he tried
to push against the belly and get it into his mouth. He swore he could feel
something more of a vaguely human shape as his head pressed against the skin
there.
"Yup," Derek said as if answering
an unasked question. "I noticed my blowjobs weren't as good, so I checked
in on you at—oh yeah!—school. Saw you sneaking off with some other little geek
a few times, figured you were letting him cut in on my action. So I found him
after school today."
Mitch had to keep working, had to keep
swirling his tongue around the cockhead and doing a good job of rubbing the
bottom end of the swollen mass so that he could survive. But was Richard in
there? Was he somehow stroking above that soft brown hair or some other part
right now? If he was, he wasn't moving, which would mean…
Derek belched again and groaned, leaking
copious pre into Mitch's mouth. "Dragged him to the locker room and was
just gonna scare him off, but something happened. I'd
skipped lunch to go hang out with Cindy, and I just felt so … hungry. And he
looked so small and puny. Don't know what came over me, but I opened wide and
the next thing I knew his head was in my mouth!"
Mitch focused on the service he had to
give, trying to hold back the threatening tears. They would only make
everything worse. Derek's hips bucked a little pushing into Mitch's lips and
shaking his belly.
"Mmm, and
for some reason, this band geek is the best thing I've tasted in forever. So I
just start goin' further. Tearin'
his clothes away and just … eating. He was just … delicious! And I don't know
how, maybe I was just that hungry,
but I just kept swallowin' and he just kept slidin' in. And before I knew it, he was in my gut kickin' up a storm and makin' me hard. Oh yeah!"
Derek had to know how much this was
torturing Mitch, and it seemed to reflect in the fact that a thick load of cum
shot up to his mouth at that moment. Mitch wasn't prepared from all the
emotions running through him, and for the first time he missed, and the load erupted
all over his lips and across some of Derek's huge gut.
As soon as it hit and he felt it, Derek
kicked out at Mitch, making him tumble off the bed. "Damn it, bitch!"
he shouted. "Clean that up! I can't get a shower like this and I gotta hide out in my room once Mom and Dad get home. No way
I can explain this to them!"
In a dazed trance, Mitch found a shirt
he'd worn recently and wiped the seed from his brother's stretched belly. He
barely felt himself stand and move out of the way as Derek heaved himself off
the bed.
"I'll probably have to be sick
tomorrow, don't know how long it'll take for this to go away. Hope the little fucker'll actually digest." Derek looked back at his
brother and actually smirked, leaning into Mitch. "Oh, your little friend
wants to tell you something."
Mitch's head barely turned to his
brother. The next loud belch was a blast of hot air right in his face. Amidst
his brother's usual bad breath, he thought he could smell the way Richard
always smelled when they were making out. Laughing, Derek left the room, and
Mitch moved slowly to close the door.
With the little privacy he could get
restored, Mitch went and collapsed onto his bed, burying his face in his
pillow. He couldn't let Derek hear him sobbing. Couldn't let him know just how
much he was hurting. He'd always known Derek was a bastard, but this … whatever
the hell it was, was too much.
He tried to think that maybe he was just
having some strange hallucination. Maybe he'd go into school tomorrow and see
Richard smiling, and that would wake him from this nightmare. But the part of
him that always faced facts and couldn't ignore evidence knew it more than
likely that Richard really was melting away in his brother's stomach. It didn't
matter how he could do it, all that mattered was that the situation with Derek
was now a hundred times worse.
And Mitch felt utterly powerless to do
anything about it.
The next day Richard was, of course,
missing from school. Mitch's hopes that the previous day had been some kind of
trick, hallucination, or part of a bad dream were dashed when the handsome boy
was nowhere to be found. By midday the rumors were already starting to
circulate that Richard hadn't shown up at home the night before and that his
parents had come to the school seeking information. People had already spread
rumors that he might be gay, so it didn't even take a day for people to
speculate that he'd met some guy online and run off or a number of other
fantastic stories begun by high school minds.
The entire day, Mitch had to restrain
himself and reign in the tears that threatened every time he thought about it.
Because he and Richard had put so much effort into not being seen too much
together, almost no one asked him anything, which was some small blessing in
that he never had to face another student or teacher directly with hiding what
he knew. But he still knew, inside.
It shouldn't have been possible, but
Richard was indeed a softened, shrinking lump on his brother's midsection at
home. No one even bothered to try and connect Derek's sick day with Richard's
disappearance, having no reason to. To Mitch, it meant that no one would ever
know what had happened to the boy with the lovely brown hair and perfect blue
eyes.
When Mitch finally got home after what seemed
like an endless day, Derek was waiting in his room. His jock brother had
somehow, in the space of a night and a day, returned to his usual, trim form.
As if solely for dramatic effect, Derek was rolling a toothpick in his mouth
and grinning. He'd never been one for subtlety. When Mitch came in and saw him
there, he was almost ready to cry again. As almost always, their parents were
off on some errand or mission.
"Close the door," Derek said,
"and get over here on your knees." He unzipped the pants he was
wearing.
Having no other choice, Mitch did as he
was told. Feeling and moving like little more than some kind of automaton, he
shut the door and walked up to Derek, dropping down and fishing the already
stiffening cock out of the open fly. Mitch leaned in and started sucking on his
brother with no passion and no desire whatsoever, but for the moment, his
brother didn't seem to mind.
"Now while you suck, listen up, you
little bitch," Derek said while his cock filled Mitch's mouth. "I
don't know how I did that yesterday, but I'm damn sure I can do it again. Your
tasty little friend disappeared all the way in a day and now I have more energy
than I've ever had before."
Mitch slid his lips up and down the shaft, hearing the words and at the same
time storing them so that he could actually work without breaking down.
"Feels amazing. There's no proof he was ever here. Just a few flushes and
a few wet farts!" Derek gave a braying laugh while Mitch tried not to
wince as he licked at the thick cock. "Now, you're not gonna
say anything. One, because no one would ever believe you. Two … because you
look delicious. I like having a little cocksucker around, but if you try to
fuck with me, I'll just have you for a midnight snack and tell Mom and Dad
later that I haven't seen you anywhere. Just make you disappear."
Mitch couldn't help himself and turned
his eyes up, feeling his body shiver. He didn't want to risk taking Derek's
dick out of his mouth, but what he saw made him tremble even more. His brother
was watching him perform for the first time and practically drooling, and the
look in Derek's eyes said he was already thinking about eating his younger
brother right then and there anyway. With a little whimper, Mitch redoubled his
effort to get Derek off.
The jock chuckled and gave a little moan.
"Mmm, guess you understand!" he said
through a smile as he pumped his hips and grunted, beginning to spill rivers
into Mitch's mouth. Mitch drank dutifully as he always had, but this was more
than his brother had ever spilled in all the times he'd been forced to do this.
It threatened to slip out, and that wouldn't be good at all.
Through sheer force of will, Mitch didn't
miss a drop of the torrent, gulping down the last of the seed from bulging
cheeks. With a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach, he realized what must
have caused his brother to shoot such a big load.
"Oh, damn!" Derek said.
"Didn't know about that! Oh, now I know I'm gonna
do that again. Better pace myself though, don't wanna
clear out the school and have people poking around." He chuckled and
looked back down at Mitch. "And you better keep doing that real good, no
matter how I come home or when I ask. Because that's the only reason you're not
in here right now." Derek patted his flat belly and began to walk to the
door of Mitch's room. "I'd just love to eat you up."
The next few months went by in something
of a haze for Mitch. Even while Richard began to fade in both his and the
school's memory—since no body was ever found and there'd been no contact, it was
assumed he'd run away despite his parents' protests to the contrary—Mitch lived
in even more constant fear of his older brother.
Every few weeks, another slender,
not-so-popular guy went missing, and Derek inevitably showed up with a swollen
gut and demanded extra attention for the next couple days. He showed not even
the smallest thought for the fact that his meals had been people; to the jock
they were just food, something he now felt he needed and deserved once in a
while. And whenever they were alone, he'd tease or threaten Mitch that at any
time he might be next. Mitch's only line of defense was that Derek liked having
his dick sucked too much to actually make good on those threats.
Still, he could see his brother's
appetite beginning to grow more insatiable as time went on. After Richard,
Derek had waited a whole month before making someone else disappear. But after
that one, it had only been three weeks. Derek only slowed down when people
started really noticing the string of disappearances and started seeing the
pattern. People wondered if there was actually someone around snatching teens
that couldn't defend themselves, prompting some students to be more cautious
and more watchful eyes in general. It had forced Derek to slow down over the
holidays, which made him look at Mitch a lot more often with that hungry gaze.
It was a saving grace that there had been plenty of other food to gorge on.
Though during the big family trip they were always forced to take for Christmas
to visit their mother's parents, one of their unattended cousins got lost and
Derek was sick in a room alone for a night and a day. After that, Mitch
couldn't help but notice he'd looked much more satisfied even as the whole
family searched for the teenager no one had seen since the previous day.
Mitch knew he should do something, that
he was letting Derek get away with murder, even if no one could prove it. But
he had to admit, when push came to shove, he was just trying to survive the
remainder of the school year and make sure he didn't wind up was one of those
moving lumps in Derek's belly.
That was the worst. On two of the
occasions when Derek came home stuffed, whoever was inside had actually still
been squirming. He'd been forced to rub the bulging gut and get his brother off
while Derek started to digest them.
Mitch had no idea how to stop his
brother, but as the months went on, he had a bad feeling that he couldn't just
survive anymore. He wasn't even sure he would make it to the end of the school
year with the way Derek talked about him. Still, who would ever believe what
only he had had seen the proof of?
"You want to run that by me
again?" The sheriff's dark brown eyes looked incredulously at Mitch,
making him squirm a little in the chair in his office.
Mitch only knew Sheriff Arnold Tanner by
reputation, having never had a reason to actually cross his path before. The
sheriff was popular around town, even if Mitch's own parents felt he was too
lenient and would have preferred a more conservative, hard-nosed officer. With his
trimmed black mustache like something out of an old TV show, the sheriff was
known to forgive stupid hijinks of the town's younger citizens—often treating
them with a light rap on the knuckles or allowing them a chance to make
appropriate amends themselves—and focus intently on serious crimes. On a
bulletin board behind him, among a few wanted posters and other missives, were
actual missing posters and flyers of several of the teens that had disappeared
down Derek's throat.
While Sheriff Tanner had a reputation for
open-mindedness, he was currently looking at Mitch as if the boy needed a
little time in a drunk tank to come down off whatever he was on. Or a little
time in a straightjacket.
"I know," Mitch said, the
desperation clear in his voice. "I know how crazy it sounds, how stupid,
how impossible. But you have to believe me, he can do it. He's been doing it.
Somehow."
It was the middle of spring break. For
most students, a whole week off of school should be a dream, no matter where
they were. Mitch had been living in a nightmare for half a week. His parents
had volunteered their time for the week for something called "Moral Spring".
All Mitch knew about it was that it involved being posted at a popular vacation
spot and trying to lure in partying teens and college kids to explain to them
why God thought fun was evil and get them on the "righteous path".
What it really meant for Mitch, because of travel costs, was that he was stuck
in the house alone with Derek for an entire week, while his brother had the run
of the place. And the run of him.
The night before, he'd woken up in the
middle of the night to find that Derek was standing over him. His jock brother
was just staring at him, thinking while Mitch slept, and Mitch hadn't needed
him to say anything. Clearly Derek had been debating the pros and cons of
eating his brother while it would be the easiest to get away with it. In the
end, when Mitch woke up, Derek had just decided to get a blowjob and leave, but
Mitch knew he couldn't wait now, or else he might wake up next time when he was
halfway down his brother's throat.
When Derek had finally gone out in the
late afternoon to try and score some more beer for the fridge, Mitch had made
his way as quick as he could to the sheriff's office to try and tell the whole
story. And now here he was in Arnold Tanner's private office, explaining and
getting the disbelief he'd expected. Of course, he'd left out entirely the part
the part about his personal inclinations and Derek's demands.
"Look, would I come in here and tell
you something that stupid if it wasn't somehow true? You can test me, I'm not
on anything. I'm fully aware of where I am, my name, what the date is, and so
on. And I'm telling you, as crazy as it sounds, that my brother is eating
people."
"Right. And that he's responsible
for some of these kids going missing? You can see why I find that hard to
believe. For one, I've dealt with your brother before, and while I've seen him
get up to some damn fool things, I can't see him as a killer. For another, what
you're describing is physically
impossible, son."
"I know that! I know it shouldn't be
possible. It makes absolutely no sense. But I've seen it happen. I'm not lying
to you."
Mitch had known there would be
resistance. It was too impossible to believe unless someone saw it right in
front of them as he had. He also thought that maybe if he kept pushing, kept
sincere, and pointed out that he was completely lucid, someone would at least
look into the possibility of it being
true.
"Well, maybe you're not lying,"
Sheriff Tanner said with a kind of sad look, "but with a story like that
you might be—"
The door suddenly burst open. "Oh,
thank God you're here! I was worried when you weren't at home."
Mitch looked over in terror to see Derek
standing there. His face was forced into a look of concern that would fool
anyone else in town. But in his eyes, Mitch could see a certain anger and
resolution that chilled him.
"Hello, Derek," the sheriff
said in a familiar tone as he looked over. "You brother has been telling …
well, quite the tale."
"Let me guess," Derek said,
trying to look sad and hurt. "Some wild story about me, right? Look,
Mitch, I know you're upset right now, but this is out of hand."
Mitch was at a loss for words. He thought
he'd have more time.
Sheriff Tanner leveled his particular
no-nonsense look at Derek. "So you want to tell me what this is really all
about and why he'd come in here and say something so crazy?"
Derek bit his lips and looked between the
two of them. Mitch was always amazed at the caliber of Derek's performance;
even he felt like he was watching a completely different person. Looking a
little embarrassed, Derek took a step inside and let the sheriff's private door
shut.
"It's a little … can we please keep
this just between us?"
"I'll figure that out when I hear
what you have to say."
Derek blew out a breath as if what he was
about to do was incredibly hard. "Look, it's for Mitch's sake. I don't
know if you know; our parents are out of town this week."
"I'd heard something about
that."
"Right," Derek went on.
"Well, we were just hanging out mostly, couple guys with the house to
ourselves. I mean it's not like we're really in the same circles at school, but
this was a chance to just be, you know, brothers."
"He's lying; he—"
Sheriff Tanner held up a hand.
"Mitch, you had your say quite a bit. I want to hear what he's telling
me."
Derek put on the sad face again.
"Well, I was borrowing his computer last night because we were thinking
about going to a movie and I was looking up what was playing. And I accidently
stumbled on—" his voice dropped almost to a whisper "—some
pornography … er … with men."
Tanner's expression was unreadable. He
didn't really react at all, but simply waited.
"You've lived here long enough; you
know how our parents are. And I admit, I kinda
freaked out when I saw it. We got into a fight and we didn't talk much today. I
went out for a little." Here he looked just a little embarrassed for the
sheriff. "I actually went and scored some beers. I know, underaged and all that, but honestly I was going to split
them with him tonight and talk about it a little. Man to man. I think he was
worried I was gonna tell Mom and Dad or something, but
I wouldn't do that to him. Though maybe he thought he could get back at me, or
get me arrested so he could just run away. Think he mentioned something about
that when we were fighting. I don't know; I just know he's had a really rough
night."
It had been a command performance, and
Sheriff Tanner was clearly buying it. Mitch could feel his heart sinking.
"Why would he tell such a damn crazy
story as the one he told me before you got here?"
"What kind of story?" Derek
asked, the picture of unknowing innocence.
The sheriff looked to Mitch again and for
a moment seemed to weigh things. He was a smart man, and Mitch could see that
he was asking himself why a teenager wouldn't just make up something more
believable. Then Tanner just shook his head slightly. "It doesn't matter
now. As far as I'm concerned this is a family matter. Normally I'd be required
to inform your parents about everything, but I'm going to do like that flashy
thing in that Men in Black movie and
not remember you were even here. I'll even forget about that beer if you don't
get carried away and do something stupid. Now go home, boys."
Mitch stood up. "Please, Sheriff,
you can't. He'll—"
"I'm cutting you a lot of slack
here, son. Don't try my good nature."
From the look in his eyes, Mitch could
see it was lost. And Derek was between him and the door, so there was no way to
bolt. Even if he could, it wouldn't matter here. He dropped his head, and as
Derek turned, he began to follow slowly behind.
"One more moment, Mitch."
He turned to see the sheriff standing
behind his desk and taking a few steps closer. Tanner's eyes had softened and
he leaned close to the younger brother.
"Look, son, I've talked to a couple
folks going through … what you're going through. Even rounded up some that ran
away before. It's not the answer. With your parents … well, trust me, you just
have to make it through the next couple years and you'll be alright. You'll
have your own life if you don't screw up now."
Mitch just looked back at him, completely
in a daze. "I'll be lucky if I make it through the night."
With that he turned and followed his
brother out of the office door. Derek actually looked back. "Don't worry,
sheriff. I'll keep an eye on him … and take care of him."
Mitch hardly noticed anything else as
they made their way to Derek's truck. He was doomed; he knew it. He couldn't
even summon up the energy to shout or cry or try anything. Derek had so
efficiently torpedoed his attempts to stop him, even if they already had little
to no chance of working. He couldn't even react when he heard the other door
close or the engine start or felt the truck pull away and head down the road.
The truck was already moving too fast now
for Mitch to think beyond the feeling of being trapped. He'd been so stupid. If
he'd just caused a disturbance at the station, refused to go or done something,
maybe he wouldn't have been let out of the sheriff's sight. He could have even
tried getting himself arrested somehow; even being behind bars would be safer
than being in the truck. With Derek.
His brother watched the road and just
shook his head a little. "That was stupid, little bitch. I thought you
were supposed to be all smart and shit. When I got home, I figured you'd just
run off. Was going to try and have that asshole Tanner track you down, but you
could have gone anywhere. Then there you were, doing just what I told you not
to do. You know what I told you."
Mitch shuddered, shrinking against the
door. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Maybe he'd just need to make tonight the
best blowjob Derek had ever received. He could just let it go, swear he
wouldn't talk again. He just had to make it through a few more months, and it
really wasn't a high price to just keep quiet and suck Derek's dick whenever he
ate someone else.
"So we're gonna
get home, get in the house, and you're gonna suck my
dick again." Derek's lips smacked as if his mouth were watering.
"Then I'm gonna eat you for dinner."
"N-No … please, Derek. I won't say
anything again. Ever."
Derek just snorted. "Like that
matters. I was already thinking you'd taste pretty good tonight. Been thinkin' about when I'd eat you for a while. This just
sealed the deal. You're goin' down the hatch. And if
you try anything, it'll just be that much worse for you. Understand?"
Mitch didn't even respond. He was setting
his mind to figuring out some way he could escape. He didn't dare pull out a
cell phone to call for help; there was no way his brother wouldn't slap it out
of his hands in an instant. He could try to run as soon as the car stopped, but
he doubted his brother would have any trouble catching him. And then, like he
said, it would be that much worse. Mitch didn't want to just give up and accept
being the next boy to "disappear", but he was getting the feeling
that was done as soon as he got in the truck.
Derek was rubbing his washboard belly
through his shirt as he drove while they got closer and closer to the house.
"Mmm, damn it's been too long since I've been
full. A little bitch is really gonna hit the spot
tonight," he taunted.
Shivering again, Mitch began to feel that
his only weapon here might be tiring Derek out. If he could give it to him good
enough tonight, give him a mind-blowing orgasm, maybe he could live through the
night. He could convince his brother to at least spare him for now to get
sucked off again in the future. It had sort of worked in the past. That would
have to be his strategy then. Offer more blowjobs through the night, use his
hands, offer a tight, virgin ass if that was what it took, but somehow make
sure Derek fell asleep before he got devoured.
Then run.
Run as far and as fast as he could.
Forget his parents, forget his high school, forget everything and just find a
way to get out of town. He was smart enough, he could survive, find a way to
live, find a way to complete his education. Even the hardest road would be a
better fate than winding up as his brother's next meal.
He was thinking all this as the truck
slowed and pulled into the driveway. Trying to control his heavy breathing, he
waited for what his brother would say. For now, he had to do everything he was
told and more.
Derek turned off the engine. "Now …
we head inside, keeping fucking quiet. Got that?"
"G-Got it."
Mitch did just as he was told. He walked
to the front door of the familiar house, trying not to feel like he was walking
to his execution. There was still a chance; he had to remember that.
When he paused, Derek shoved him through
the door and closed it behind them. He heard the lock clicking. Naturally it
wouldn't keep him in if he made a break for it, but it would cost precious
seconds, all Derek would need to catch him and drag him back.
"Get in the living room and
strip," the older brother said. "Getting rid of clothing's a pain in
the ass."
Doing just as he was told, Mitch headed
to the couch in the TV room. As he began peeling off his clothes, it occurred
to him that in all the times he'd been demanded to serve Derek, he'd never been
demanded to be nude. To be so vulnerable. Somehow it seemed strange now to just
be standing in the living room without a stitch of clothing on, knowing his
brother was on his way.
Hearing
footsteps, he looked up to see Derek coming from the direction of the kitchen,
completely naked as well. Every muscle stood perfectly toned on the jock's
body. Not overly emphasized, but just in the proper proportions to look strong
and healthy. Under the perfect six-pack of abs, at the crux of a V of visible
muscle, his member swung freely, slightly engorged as if just ready to grow
into an erection. For just a brief moment, Mitch felt an embarrassing tingle in
his loins as he forgot just what was happening here and once again was forced
to admit to himself that his brother was fucking hot.
"Never been able to take my time
with this," Derek said, his eyes looking Mitch up and down. "Was tryin' to decide if maybe some ketchup or barbecue sauce or
something like that would make it even better. But I figure you'll probably
taste good enough on your own."
Reality came crashing back to Mitch as
Derek walked up to him, practically drooling. Already his brother really just
thought of him as more food. It was clear in the way he talked and the way he
looked at Mitch. He'd never really been a full person in the eyes of his
brother, but now Mitch felt his very existence reduced to something Derek
wanted to eat.
"Now get on your knees," the
larger brother commanded. "I want one more blowjob before dinner."
This was it. He had to make this
experience as intense as possible, convince Derek somehow to keep him around
for another round later tonight. Any other time, he'd just methodically drop
down and start working on Derek's cock. But tonight, he had to try something
bold.
Instead of kneeling, Mitch leaned down
ran his tongue over his brother's nipple, sucking the nub into his lips and
kissing the muscle underneath before Derek could react. The jock was shocked
for a moment and started to raise his hand, possibly to deliver a smack to
Mitch.
"What the hell, bitch? I didn't tell
you to … to do any … oooh … oh fuck!" Derek was
panting as his nipple hardened against Mitch's flicking tongue. "O-Okay …
just keep that up. Goddamn!"
Mitch kept working, rubbing his tongue
over the nub and switching to the other one as he worked methodically between
the two. He forced himself to forget the threat of being eaten alive. Forced
himself not to think about all the abuse of the last several months and just
tried to keep in his mind that initial image of Derek walking naked into the
living. Of just a hot, muscular, dominant guy who needed mind-blowing pleasure.
It was his only chance.
Derek didn't balk when Mitch slipped his
hand down to feel at his brother's thick member, the organ already growing and
stiffening as he continued to tease the hard nipples with his tongue and teeth.
He could hear Derek moaning at the attention and slowly stroked along the
expanding, well-known length of his dick with his fingers. To Mitch's surprise,
he even found himself growing hard as he focused just on bringing pleasure.
He began moving his lips slowly downward.
His tongue gently stroked the jock's muscles and his lips dusted against them
in little kisses. He could hear Derek's moans of pleasure while he worked his
way down to his knees, feeling the thick meat of his brother's cock throb in
his hand. It would work. It had to work.
Nuzzling his way along the abs as Derek
allowed him to do whatever he could, Mitch heard his brother's stomach grumble
loudly. Derek chuckled. "Mmm, I haven't eaten
all day today. Can't wait to eat you."
He couldn't rise to it, couldn't let
himself be shaken by the smacking of his brother's lips. Mitch had to stay
focused and knelt down fully, staring at Derek's member. He'd sucked it so many
times before, but now he took a moment—forced himself to do so—to admire it. It
really was handsome as it stood out before him. Thick and fully hard, veined,
the foreskin pulled completely back by his fingers, it was beautiful. A light
drop of pre hung on the tip, and Mitch readily slipped out his tongue and
licked it off, making Derek shiver above him.
Having the first musky taste on his
tongue and lips, Mitch allowed his own desires and instincts to take over. He
leaned forward and slurped the entire shaft between his lips, wetting it down
with his own drool. Whether it was the knowledge that his life depended on it
or the fact that for the first time he was able to simply take his time and do
what he wanted, Mitch didn't know. All he knew was that he was hungry for that
hard meat sliding along his tongue, wanted to savor it as he felt his own
erection throbbing at his groin.
"Ooh, that's right, little bitch!
That's your last meal, so enjoy it!"
Mitch wasn't even listening to the cruel
taunts anymore. He reached his hands up and took a firm grip on Derek's
sculpted ass, feeding himself until he was devouring the hard member to the
root. He felt it slip into his throat and for the first time he and Derek
moaned together. He'd pushed past his gag reflex long before, but had never
swallowed his brother's dick with as much passion or hunger. He'd never truly
been allowed to. But now Mitch let all his desires and will to survive drive
him to work his brother's shaft like never before. All the while, Mitch's own
erection ached and begged for attention that he couldn't afford to give it, not
if he wanted to get his brother exhausted.
Derek groaned and sighed as Mitch sucked
and worked his tongue deftly. Every squeeze on his rump, every flick of Mitch's
tongue, every slide back only to move forward and swallow the thick head again
only brought another noise of pleasure from the jock. It seemed that he'd
actually run out of taunts and was lost in the bliss Mitch's mouth could provide.
If only he could keep that coming…
His brother's strong fingers ran into his
hair, grabbing his head and holding it while Mitch felt the throbbing against
his lips. Derek groaned again and shot a first spurt of hot seed directly down
Mitch's throat, still almost choking him with his manhood. As Derek grunted and
almost growled from the start of the powerful orgasm, Mitch barely pulled his
head back, just enough to let his tongue work at the sensitive head and taste
the rich cum flowing from his brother's cock.
As he swallowed the intense waves
shooting out over his tongue, Mitch had a stunned moment when he felt something
rising from his own groin. Still focused on milking and swallowing down the
reward of Derek's cream, Mitch found his own climax throbbing from his body
without a single touch. The arousal had reached such a fevered pitch he was
weakly spurting his own seed while slurping down Derek's, making him gasp a
little as he took down the last heavy shots and set himself to licking and
sucking out the remaining dribble. It was the most intense experience of his
limited life, and the fleeting thought came to Mitch that if he was not
successful tonight, this would at least be a worthy final act.
The last of Derek's orgasm completed as
his own strange pleasure began to ebb, and Mitch felt the shaft softening in
his lips. He fought against fear as he looked back up at his brother. Derek's
eyes were still closed, and he was swaying slightly, trying to catch his
breath. Grabbing some of Mitch's hair, he lazily began to stumble towards the
couch, dragging his smaller sibling along. Mitch did not resist, and as Derek
plopped down on the couch, he was taken along the sit there. The jock wrapped
and arm tight around him, holding him there easily while trying to regain his
senses. Knowing he couldn't escape, Mitch instead leaned up against his
brother, waiting just a moment before speaking.
"Derek … has Cindy…" He paused.
He had to try this, had to try whatever he could and put it in terms Derek
would get. "Has she ever let you fuck her up the ass?"
Derek gave a loud, braying laugh, his
chest rumbling against Mitch's side. "Fuck no, she ain't!"
It was almost as if Derek had forgotten he was talking to his brother whom he'd
planned to eat a few moments before. "Can barely even get the bitch's
thighs to open up, anything else just won't happen."
It was time to go for broke. Derek seemed
to be in such a good, post-sex mood. "I would," Mitch said, and Derek
went quiet. "I'd let you fuck my ass whenever you want. You could bend me
over, and I'd do whatever you want, whenever you want. You can own me even more
than you already do, and I'll get you off however you want anytime."
Mitch cocked his head up against a
shoulder and chanced a look up at his brother when nothing was said. He could
see the slow wheels turning once more. Good, Derek was actually thinking about
it. He had a shot.
"And … and you could try it all out
tonight. For the next few days before Mom and Dad get home," Mitch
continued. "C'mon, Derek. You don't really want to eat up your little
bitch, do you?"
From the little smirk on Derek's lips,
Mitch could tell the idea was enticing him. He was almost positive that he
could get Derek to a point of passing out tonight. Or if he couldn't, it
wouldn't be so horrible to perform those tasks until he could get away. It was
all about making it to the next day one step ahead of his brother's appetite.
Mitch felt the strong arm shifting as
Derek turned him. The jock's large hands gripped him by both arms so they were
face to face, Mitch barely standing off of the couch. Derek's face leaned
forward, almost as if they might kiss. His tongue rolled out and started at
Mitch's chin then ran up over his lips and past the tip of his nose. It
traveled all the way up past his closed eyes to his forehead, leaving a trail
of saliva there.
When Mitch opened his eyes again, Derek
was leaning back again, his own eyes closed as he slowly licked his lips and
sighed. When he opened them again, he grinned to his younger brother.
"Mmm, nice
try. But I can always find someone else for that, you're too damned tasty, and
tonight I'm too goddamned hungry!"
The first moment happened in the span of
a couple seconds, not even giving Mitch a chance to scream or protest further,
but once again those seconds seemed to stretch in time. Derek opened his mouth
wide, showing his white teeth and the pink insides coated with drool that
almost shined in the living room lights. His lips continued to stretch, wider
than should have been possible, wider than bones or skin should allow, while
his tongue pushed down and made more room to accept his dinner. His throat
yawned; his uvula still hung almost motionless above it as it too seemed to
open into an impossible pink chasm leading into a dark pit inside. Then Mitch
was brought forward by his brother's powerful hands gripping his arms towards
the waiting jaws that moved to accept his head. With a muffled chomping sound,
the saliva-soaked tongue filled his vision just before everything went dark.
Mitch tried to scream then, but the sound
was lost as the wet tongue slathered all over his face, tasting him while the
cheeks pressed in around him and the entire mouth soaked his head. He kicked
his legs ineffectually while those hands lifted him up, and he tried to flail
only to get a low moan vibrating around him. He was actually only enhancing the
meal. His brother was going to swallow him and there was nothing to be done, no
one to save him.
A tug on his head and the urging of the
hands at his arms pushed him deeper. His face slid along the wet tongue and
moved further to where slick walls wrapped hotly around Mitch and pulled at
him, eager to drag him towards the stomach. His shoulders slipped into the
sultry air of his brother's mouth with almost no difficulty, and for just a
moment in his fear, Mitch was amazed that another human could so easily do
this. The teeth nibbled at his skin and that tongue continued its work of
lapping anywhere it could reach. Derek had talked so often about how much he
enjoyed his meals, and he really seemed to be trying to wring every inch of
flavor he could out of his brother.
The insistent pulling on his head grew
stronger, and Mitch could actually here the gulp
sound as his brother swallowed again, dragging him further into the hungry grip
of his body. He could hear the quick, muffled lub-dub of the heart nearby while he felt his own heart racing in his
chest as his brother licked there now. The internal walls squeezed his small
frame all around, undulating and working him just a little further down between
the big swallows. He tried to move, to wriggle out on instinct, but only felt
his muscles compress and his breathing tighten as each movement only seemed to
bring about another loud groan of happiness.
His brother swallowed again, letting
Mitch feel as the gaping lips worked their way further down his torso and more
of his body was sucked from the cooler air of the house into the oppressive
humid heat of Derek's insides. His arms could no longer move, pinned tight by
the throat and the working cheeks as he was tugged and slurped deeper and
deeper, knowing that he'd soon enough be entering into the stomach from where
he'd never return. Because his brother didn't see him as anything other than
food to fulfill his new appetite.
Another gulp and hands gripping his
thighs now, pushing just gently while his head pushed through a tight ring and
popped all too easily into the chamber of the stomach. While the chamber was slightly
more open, it didn't offer much for Mitch's comfort or breathing as the walls
rippled around his head. Once more, a muffled groan of satisfaction could
barely be heard as apparently just having some of Mitch in his stomach was
curbing a bit of his ravenous hunger. There was no stopping though as the
tongue continued to lap at him and that tight passage continued to work to push
him further into the waiting sac. It even ran over his groin and between his
legs, causing Mitch just the slightest shiver of surprise. The stimulation did
not last long enough to do anything with, as it was just more tasting of the
meal to help push him deeper while the stomach opened and stretched to accept
him.
Seeming to eat faster now that he had
something in his belly, Derek swallowed again. The gulp pulled Mitch's groin
and thighs into that tight heat and forced his shoulders into the stomach. The
rumbling, slimy walls stretched so easily around him as Mitch entered in
further, making just enough room for the smaller brother while more of him was
pushed inside. He wiggled and moved about, rubbing against the squeezing walls,
trying to get his hands inside with him in the vain hope of doing something, of
pushing back while he was steadily eaten alive.
In the gripping, gurgling darkness,
another swallow finally pushed him in and stretched the stomach walls enough to
pop his hands free and work to bring them to the level of his head amidst the
elastic, moving sac. Already he could feel thin fluids seeping in, trying not
to think about how they would attack him and process his body for his brother's
use. His feet could still feel open air, but every other bit of him had already
disappeared between the jock's jaws, and soon he knew he'd just be one of the
gigantic round bulges looking out of place on the muscled frame.
Mitch felt a surge of real panic as
another rippling wave tugged on him and his feet slipped into that grasping
heat of his brother's mouth. He was completely inside now, just one more gulp
would be the end of him. Then the movement stopped for just a moment. Though he
knew it foolish, Mitch had the smallest bit of hope that maybe his brother had
experienced some kind of change of heart. Maybe he couldn't actually go through
with it, and there was just barely enough affection for Mitch as a family
member that he'd pull him out now.
Then he felt the teeth working gently
over his feet and toes, the tongue stroking along them slow and steady, and the
muffled moans from up above. Of course it had been stupid. Derek wasn't having
second thoughts, he was just savoring that last bite as he often did with his
favorite foods. In desperation, Mitch tried to find the bottom of the belly and
push with his hands, thinking that just maybe he could try and shove himself
up, at least enough to keep from being fully swallowed. But his hands only slid
against the slick, elastic surface, coating more in slime and stretching it in
little places that offered no purchase. All of Derek's other meals must have
tried to escape somehow, and he was no different.
After several long moments, when all hope
had finally left him, Mitch felt the tongue push at his feet and another long
series of ripples from the throat on down to the stomach. His legs were forced
down along that sucking tide, sliding in and stretching the stomach walls until
his feet slipped in through the tight opening and he actually felt it seal up
just after his toes. The stomach rolled and forced him
to curl into a ball as he already felt the walls contracting around him and
tingling on his skin.
It was done. He'd been swallowed alive,
and it was likely no one would ever know. All his plans after high school,
everything he'd done just to survive life with his brother and parents: it all
amounted to nothing more than being a dinner for Derek.
As he moved and tried to find some way to
alleviate the stress on his curled frame, he felt his brother shifting and
moving outside in shivers at first, then changing position. He could hear Derek
groaning and feel hands working outside the stomach. He squirmed and kicked on
pure instinct, knowing deep down that it would do no good, but his body somehow
assuming it could break free. When the jock spoke, it was a muddied, hollow
sound, but Mitch thought he could barely make out the word
"delicious". It was a last mockery.
Then, without warning, the walls around
him rippled and tightened as all the air rushed out and away from the pitch
black stomach where Mitch had entered. Unable to breathe, Mitch went into a
full panic, his limbs thrashing as much as he could in the liquids that were
starting to burn, his body twisting in that primal instinct that there must be
air somewhere and he had to move to find it somehow.
Stars of dark color began to burst behind
his eyes and his body began to settle, losing the energy required for movement.
In some ways, he knew it was a blessing, as much as his body begged for air, to
pass out before the stomach's real work began.
In his brother's tight belly, Mitch
finally gave up and drifted off to the sound of roiling and gurgling around
him.
Derek slowly worked his jaws, nibbling at
the feet and toes filling his mouth and pushing out his cheeks. Much of the
weight was already in his gut, but this was the last taste he'd have of his
brother, and he wanted to enjoy it. Wanted to commit it to memory the way he'd
always remember that first time he felt a whole geek slide down his throat.
Even if his brother was a little bitch, someone ought to remember him,
especially as a good meal.
The little cocksucker had been so tasty,
but Derek already knew he would be. He figured somehow, even before he knew he
could eat little geeks, that he'd always wanted to
just consume his younger brother. Stronger ate weaker, that was the circle of
life or some shit. Still, the taste of him, the feel of him inside while Derek
rubbed his bloated, still growing belly was better than he'd expected. So he
savored this last moment of finally getting the meal he'd been longing for for months while he could feel it pushing and moving
helplessly in his gut.
Finally, when he couldn't hold back any
longer, when he needed to feel that weight settling into his stomach that meant
his brother had been reduced to his food, Derek slurped over the toes one more
time and swallowed. From there it was easy enough, just relaxing and feeling
that incredible high as the legs slipped the rest of the way through his chest
and his belly expanded to hold live, squirming meat. He could even feel that
powerful moment when his brother was truly sealed completely inside, moving
around in his stomach.
Gasping, Derek came again, right then and
there, not caring about the mess he'd have to clean up while he felt that
motion trapped inside his belly. Beyond the raw physical sensations, it was
that knowledge that Mitch couldn't get out or away now. He was going to be
digested and become part of Derek's muscle and strength, all his to use up.
That thought along with all the moving around deep inside him gave Derek a
powerful, throbbing orgasm lasting several moments.
When it finally subsided, the jock laid
himself out on the couch with a sigh, his brother frantically squirming in the
stretched gut sitting above him. He rubbed the huge mound, loving the feel of
it even after cumming so hard, and licked his lips,
still able to get just a bit of that flavor he wanted to keep in mind forever.
A live geek was always a treat, but finally having Mitch before he graduated
was particularly amazing.
"Damn, little bitch, you were
delicious!" Derek muttered to himself with a grin before letting out a
big, satisfied belch.
The squirming in his middle went crazy
for a few moments while Derek continued to rub his belly, already hearing a bit
of gurgling from it. It didn't take long before his brother finally stopped
wriggling and was just a still weight inside, feeding him. Once he did though,
Derek knew that was that. Mitch would be fully digested before his parents got
home and he could make up any story he liked. He just wished he'd remembered to
bring the beer in from the truck. He'd been so preoccupied with his dinner,
he'd forgotten it, and a cold brew would have been the perfect thing to wash
his brother down.
Laying there, digesting his little morsel
of a brother, Derek reached out for the remote and turned on the TV. As he
flipped channels, the other frustrating thing was that he'd probably have to take
a bit more of a break. No one would ever believe or repeat Mitch's story, but
Sheriff Tanner might get a little suspicious that the little bitch had
disappeared. Especially with enough people noticing when his other meals had
gone missing. At least he'd laid the groundwork for the believable story that
Mitch ran away.
It would be a shame, because it was
getting tempting to eat Cindy. He had yet to try gulping down a girl, but he
was getting tired of her anyway and really wondered what she'd taste like.
Maybe he could save that for summer before college; give folks enough time to
forget about missing geeks.
Mmm, college. He licked his lips again at
the thought. Probably be plenty of tasty geek meat there, and he was looking
forward to that almost as much as the fresh pussy and the real football. Maybe
if he needed it, he'd find a little freshman cocksucker like Mitch.
He belched again with a chuckle, his gut
wobbling around its heavy, still contents. "Heh, heh, yeah. Suck my dick
or be my dinner. That ought to work, right, little bitch?" He slapped his
belly, making the surface jiggle.
So in the summer, he'd probably pick some
right place and right time to gobble up Cindy. Then would come college, where it
would probably be easier to hide the occasional scrawny little frosh going
missing. He'd just had the tastiest meal this town probably had to offer, and a
buffet of geeks far from home was just several months away. Surely, he could
survive that long.
The End