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

Nick and Marshall - A Tale of Two Brothers

... brother’s Fruit of the Looms down below his ass cheeks and then got onto the bed and straddled Nick’s legs. Nick couldn’t see what Marshall was doing, but he knew what was coming and shouted “No, please, no” into the socks jammed into his mouth. Nick felt the tip of Marshall’s dick sliding down between his ass cheeks, before stopping at his hole. He jerked his body back and forth on the bed, but couldn’t dislodge Marshall. He felt a terrible tearing, burning pain as Marshall shoved his entire seven inch length into his ass. Nick blacked out from the pain. Marshall noticed that Nick had stopped struggling. He stopped with his dick shoved all the way to the hilt into his little brother’s ass. Rising up, he used one arm to shake Nick, forcing his little brother back to consciousness. As soon as Nick came to Marshall hissed, “Wake the fuck up! I want you to feel me fucking you. I own your ass now, and you’re going to be awake when I get off.” Marshall resumed fucking his little brother, slowly and deeply he penetrated Nick’s ass again and again. He felt Nick’s ass clench around his cock with every thrust. Nick was grunting and sobbing from the pain in his ass. The muscles of his arms were tight as he pulled on the ropes, trying in vain to pull himself away. Marshall thrust hard into his little brother, then, resting on Nick’s slender, shaking back, he reached up and turned his brother’s head to the side. “I want to watch you cry,” Marshall said as he leaned his head forward ...

... and began licking the tears from Nick’s cheek. Raising himself back up, Marshall placed his forearm across Nick’s shoulder blades to hold him in place so he could keep staring at his little brother’s face while he fucked him. He started thrusting in hard, then pulling almost all the way out of Nick’s ass before shoving his entire length back into his bound brother’s body. Every time he slammed his dick home he got a grunt and grimace of pain from Nick. Marshall had never felt so turned on, so powerful, as he looked down at his brother’s face and knew he could do whatever he wanted to him. Marshall sank into his brother and rolled his hips around, grinding his dick into Nick’s ass. “You feel so good, little brother, so tight…” he whispered. He untied the rope holding the Nike socks in his little brother’s mouth. He removed the sock gag as he slowly withdrew his cock from his brother’s ass. With just the head of his cock still buried in Nick’s tight ass, Marshall began to slowly slide back in. Staring down at his bound brother’s face, he whispered, “I want you to beg me to stop, Nicky.” Nick clenched his teeth as Marshall’s seven inches slid back into him. With tears rolling down his cheeks, he did as he was told even though he knew it wouldn’t do any good. “Please Marshall, please stop,” he begged, an unaccustomed whiny tone in his voice. Grinning, Marshall quickly pulled halfway out of his little brother. He paused for a second and then rammed back into Nick, saying, “Tell me ...