Nick and Marshall - A Tale of Two Brothers - Sex Stories

Nick and Marshall - A Tale of Two Brothers

... whatever you wanted to do,” Marshall continued as he leaned over and began licking the cotton cloth covering his little brother’s dick. Shocked out of his stupor, Nick began to struggle violently against his bonds. Marshall stood up, turned and looked Nick in the face. Staring down at his helpless sibling, Marshall snapped, “You just don’t get it, do you? Your ass is mine, now. Dad can’t help you this time. He’s out of the picture. He’s so fucked up on pain killers that he’s practically a vegetable, just layin’ out there on the couch waiting for his next dose. Plus, you got your ass kicked out of school, so no one’s going to come looking for you from there. If your friends do happen to come by, I’ll tell them that I sent your ass off to live with relatives. So, you need to understand that you belong to me!” With the last word, Marshall had slapped him across the face. He’d slapped Nick hard, way harder than the first time; hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. Nick stared fearfully at Marshall and saw years of anger well up in his brother’s blue eyes. Overcome by fury, Marshall clenched his hands into tight fists and punched Nick in the stomach. The air exploding out of Nick’s lungs, only to be blocked from escape by the Nike socks crammed into his mouth. Nick’s gasp of pain combined with the chuffing noise caused by the gag and produced a low-pitched grunt. The sound seemed to enrage Marshall. He punched his helpless brother in the abdomen repeatedly, producing more ...

... grunts of pain. Nick lay there helplessly, groaning and jerking as Marshall left bruises all over his stomach and ribs. Finally, Marshall stopped hitting him. Nick clenched his jaws tightly down on the sock gag to fight the pain. He stared up at Marshall through eyes full of tears while his body shook with his sobs. Marshall walked to the foot of the bed and released the rope holding Nick’s left leg to the bed. He quickly retied the rope to the opposite side of the bedframe and flipped Nick over onto his stomach. Then he released Nick’s right leg and re-tied it where his left leg had been, leaving his little brother lying face-down on the bed sobbing, his stomach and ribs covered with bruises. Walking over to his side of their bedroom, Marshall grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled his belt out of the belt hoops. He tossed the jeans down and angrily stalked back over to his little brother’s bed. Marshall reached down, grabbed Nick by the hair on the back of his head, and pulled back, turning Nick so that he could see into his little brother’s eyes. “You’ve needed to get a whipping for a long time,” Marshall snarled. “Now I’m going to give it to you.” Then Marshall had started whipping his ass and back with his belt. Nick screamed into the gag as the first lash landed. Tears flooded his eyes and he sobbed and yelled into the Nike socks, begging Marshall to stop. After 20 or so lashes, Marshall threw down his belt and grabbed the waistband of Nick’s briefs. He pulled his little ...