Allen King

I came home from school to find my brother in the living room with his headphones on, his buff body glistening with sweat… his hands reaching into the tiny pair of Speedos that I had suggested he start wearing around the house… his thumb sliding underneath the waistband as he started to slide them down over his muscular legs…

“That’s enough, Brandon,” I stopped him, “Pause.”

He turned to me with a glazed expression in his eyes. He robotically removed the headphones from his ears and let them rest around his neck.

“How was your training session today?” I asked him.

“It was good, Sir,” he responded in a monotone.

“Good,” I said, “And did you go to the gym?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I already knew that he had, the way that his muscles were all tight and pumped up.

“Did you take all of your vitamins?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you like today’s lesson?”

He looked at me blankly. I forgot, he wasn’t really able to decide things like that for himself any more.

“What was today’s lesson?” I clarified for him. His eyes lit up, just a little bit, as if he was happy that this was a question he could actually answer.

“Today’s lesson was how to suck a cock, Sir.”

“And have you ever sucked a cock, Brandon?” 

“No, Sir.”

“….Would you like to try sucking my cock?”

“Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir.”

I smiled to myself. Yes, he had definitely listened to today’s training programs… and had apparently absorbed them quite well.

“Well, then…”

I stood assertively in front of him and dropped my pants to the ground. I held my erect cock in front of his lips. He hesitated – ever so slightly – but the mental re-programming I had put him under was simply too strong for his dumb jock brain to resist.

I felt my brother wrap his lips around my dick and I let my head fall back in complete ecstasy. 

“Mmm yeah…. suck it, Brandon,” I commanded him as I pumped my load into his throat… “Suck your little brother’s dick… you fucking cock-sucker….”

I came home from school to find my brother in the living room with his headphones on, his buff body glistening with sweat… his hands reaching into the tiny pair of Speedos that I had suggested he start wearing around the house… his thumb sliding underneath the waistband as he started to slide them down over his muscular legs…

“That’s enough, Brandon,” I stopped him, “Pause.”

He turned to me with a glazed expression in his eyes. He robotically removed the headphones from his ears and let them rest around his neck.

“How was your training session today?” I asked him.

“It was good, Sir,” he responded in a monotone.

“Good,” I said, “And did you go to the gym?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I already knew that he had, the way that his muscles were all tight and pumped up.

“Did you take all of your vitamins?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you like today’s lesson?”

He looked at me blankly. I forgot, he wasn’t really able to decide things like that for himself any more.

“What was today’s lesson?” I clarified for him. His eyes lit up, just a little bit, as if he was happy that this was a question he could actually answer.

“Today’s lesson was how to suck a cock, Sir.”

“And have you ever sucked a cock, Brandon?” 

“No, Sir.”

“….Would you like to try sucking my cock?”

“Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir.”

I smiled to myself. Yes, he had definitely listened to today’s training programs… and had apparently absorbed them quite well.

“Well, then…”

I stood assertively in front of him and dropped my pants to the ground. I held my erect cock in front of his lips. He hesitated – ever so slightly – but the mental re-programming I had put him under was simply too strong for his dumb jock brain to resist.

I felt my brother wrap his lips around my dick and I let my head fall back in complete ecstasy. 

“Mmm yeah…. suck it, Brandon,” I commanded him as I pumped my load into his throat… “Suck your little brother’s dick… you fucking cock-sucker….”