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Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, it hurt so bad. It hurt so fucking bad. Andrew couldn’t remember anything hurting as bad as Chance’s cock plowing in and out of his no-longer-virgin boy-ass. Who knew that Chance could fuck so hard, so incredibly hard, or that he had such a big cock? It felt like he was ramming a 2 x 4 up Andrew’s ravaged butt-hole. It was the most painful fucking thing that had ever happened to him. And the most embarrassing, too. His nerdy younger brother, a disgusting faggot no less, was fucking him, he was ravaging Andrew’s cherry ass and treating his straight older brother like he was a street-walking ho. And Andrew was pretty sure that if the pain of what was happening didn’t kill him, the shame of it would. And the worst thing was that, from what Chance had told him, it was going to be happening all the time now. Chance was going to be fucking him every day from now on, turning him into his personal fuck-bitch, a straight-boy cum-dump for his gay younger brother.
Andrew wanted to turn around and beat the crap out of his brother, show that fucking faggot who the real man in the room was. But he couldn’t, he just couldn’t. Because if he did Chance would go to their parents and spill the beans on Andrew, the family’s golden boy, tell them about him and Marianne. And if Chance did that, it was over for Andrew. He'd be out on the streets in less than an hour, all his hopes for the future shot to hell. He would be royally fucked - though, of course, that was pretty much what was happening to him right now. But this, this horrible experience, was temporary. He might have to put up with it for the next six, seven months, but he’d be going to college in the Fall, and since Chance was just a high school senior there was no way he was coming with. As painful and humiliating as it was getting his boy-ass totally reamed out by his faggot brother, at least it would end. But if Andrew got kicked out of the house and lost the financial support of his parents, he’d be fucked for the rest of his life.
Andrew couldn’t figure out how the hell Chance had found out about him and Marianne, but he had. And if Chance told his parents what he knew, Andrew’s goose was truly cooked. It wasn’t so much that he’d been fucking her or even that he’d got her pregnant - though that would have been bad enough. But somehow Chance had found out that Andrew had not only badgered her in getting an abortion but had actually paid for it with money he’d borrowed from his father, ostensibly to pay for college tuition.
Both of his parents were hard-core right-to-lifers. They'd had enough difficulty as it was handling the fact that their youngest son was a faggot. It wasn’t something they talked about, of course, except occasionally to Chance in an attempt to get him to see the error of his ways and seek forgiveness for his sins. But, while they disapproved of what they saw as Chance’s perverted life-style choices, they tried to practice the dictates of ‘hate the sin, not the sinner’ and allowed the boy to continue to live in their house, though they prayed constantly for his ultimate reformation and redemption. But abortion, that was a whole different matter. More than once Andrew had heard his father say it was the modern equivalent of Judas’ betrayal - the sin that could not be forgiven. And if they discovered that Andrew had not only paid for an abortion out of monies he’d obtained from his father but had actually forced his girlfriend to undergo the procedure, though she begged him not to, their righteous fury would know no bounds. Andrew didn’t have the slightest doubt that they’d kick his ass out of the house and cut off all ties with him and never look back.
Chance had pranced into Andrew’s bedroom an hour ago, his eyes glowing with barely suppressed glee. "What do you want?” Andrew had snarled, hating just being around his fruity sibling.
“What do I want, bro?” his brother had replied in that haughty, supercilious tone that just drove Andrew nuts. "All in good time, bro. I'll tell you exactly what I want. But first, let me tell you a little story.”
And then, as Andrew listened in growing consternation, Chance had related the whole sordid tale of him and Marianne. And Chance knew everything, how Andrew had maneuvered and essentially forced his girlfriend into having an abortion she didn’t want, how he’d cadged the money from his father under false pretenses. Fuck, Chance even knew the name of the clinic where they’d had the abortion and the name of the doctor who’d performed the procedure. Smiling in triumph as he completed his tale, Chance asked, “I wonder how mom and dad are gonna react when they hear the story?”
“Chance,” Andrew had pleaded, suddenly truly scared. "You can’t tell them. You know what will happen. They'll disown me. They'll kick my ass out of the house and never talk to me again. You can’t tell them, bro. You can’t.”
“Oh, but I can,” Chance had replied with obvious glee. "I can and I will unless you give me what I want.”
“What do you want?” Andrew asked, knowing he was trapped and hating it.
“That’s simple, bro,” Chance explained. "What I want is your ass, your straight ass as my own personal fuck-hole, as my pussy. That's what I want, bro,” he said, putting a sarcastic emphasis on the final ‘bro.’
“You can’t be serious, Chance,” Andrew responded in shock. "There's no fucking way I’m gonna let you fuck my ass.”
“Well then, Andrew, we’re done here. If you’re not willing to give me your ass, I guess I’ll just have to settle for your bedroom. After all, you won’t be needing it after mom and dad hear what I’ve got to say.” And without another word, Chance turned around and headed for the door.
“Wait,” Andrew called out in desperation. "Please, Chance. Wait. We can work something out.”
“Bro,” Chance replied as he turned around to look at his brother, “there’s nothing to work out. You either give me what I want or I tell mom and dad. So, what’s it gonna be, bro? Your straight ass or your bedroom?”
“Please, Chance. Please," Andrew begged.
“Fuck it,” Chance said, shaking his head in disgust and turning around again. "I'm outta here.”
“No. Wait. Wait," Andrew frantically pleaded. "I'll do it. I'll do it.”
“You’ll do what, bro?” Chance queried, turning back around to show Andrew a face alight with malicious pleasure. "Exactly what are you going to do, Andrew? I want you to spell it out.”
“I’ll let you….I’ll let you fuck my ass,” Andrew responded in a breaking voice, visible tears beginning to snake their way down his face. "I'll let you fuck me.”
“Whenever I want? As often as I want?” Chance pressed.
Andrew looked up at his brother, the hatred he was feeling towards him visible in his eyes. But slowly, he nodded. "Whenever you want; as often as you want,” he agreed in a ragged voice.
But Chance wasn’t done with this older brother. "And you agree to be my bitch, too?”
“What do you mean,” Andrew asked angrily, “be your bitch?
“Oh, you know what I mean,” Chance retorted with a grim smile on his lips. "You agree to do what I tell you to do, whatever it is. And when you fail to do as you’re told, you’ll get punished. Just the way dad used to punish you when you were a little kid - with a bare-ass over-the-knee spanking.”
“You gotta be kidding me,” Andrew responded feeling his face beginning to flush in embarrassment. "You want me to agree to let you spank me like I’m some little boy whenever you want?”
“No, bro,” Chance replied with a chuckle. "I'm not asking you to agree to let me spank you whenever I want - though that’s certainly an appealing option. All I’m asking you is to agree that I can spank you whenever you’re being punished for failing to do what you were told.”
“And you get to determine whenever I need to be punished?” Andrew asked, the anger clear in his voice.
“Well, someone has to,” Chance agreed with obvious mirth. "And it can scarcely be you. So, yeah, I get to decide when you need to be punished, when you need to be spanked.”
Andrew glanced up at his younger brother, a mix of fury and despair evident in his face. "Why, Chance? Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you to make you want to treat me - your own brother - this way?”
And suddenly, it was Chance who was furious, raw anger just suffusing his entire face. "Are you kidding me, bro? Are you seriously asking me what you’ve done to make me hate you? Andrew, you’ve made my life a living hell for the past five years. You were a prick before that, but once you discovered I was gay you became an absolute bastard. I can’t tell you how many times I heard you sneer to your buddies, ‘there goes my fag brother’ as I walked past you in high school, how many times you actually joined in when a group of the school bullies ganged up on me. You could have stood up for me; you could have tried to protect me. I was your younger brother, goddammit. Instead, you pretty much took the lead in tormenting me. You've treated me like a piece of shit for years and now it’s time for payback. You're getting just what you deserve, bro. The chickens have finally come home to roost.”
Andrew was clearly taken by surprise at the furious tirade that Chance had unleashed. "I'm sorry, Chance,” he tried to mollify his brother. "I'm sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t mean jack to me now, bro,” Chance snapped. "Like I said, it’s time for payback. So now that we’ve established who’s in charge, why don’t you get out of those shorts and briefs and get on your stomach with your legs apart. It's time we sealed our little bargain, and I’m planning on doing that with something significantly more substantial than a kiss.” When Andrew failed to immediately comply, Chance added. "Now, bitch, unless you want to lose your cherry after I’ve beaten your ass black and blue.”
With an audible sob, the tears now streaming in full flow down his face, Andrew unbuttoned his shorts, slipped them down his legs and then lowered his briefs. Naked from the waist down, he turned over on the bed, spread his legs and waited. He didn’t have long to wait.
As he grunted and groaned under his brother’s seemingly endless assault on his boy-hole, Andrew had reason to regret some of the things he’d done in the past. But, like his brother Chance had made clear, it was far too late for regrets. Now it was time to atone for his past transgressions. And if this first fuck of his straight asshole was a harbinger of things to come, his atonement would be both humiliating and painful - very painful. And there was nothing Andrew could do about it. Not a blessed thing.
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Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, it hurt so bad. It hurt so fucking bad. Andrew couldn’t remember anything hurting as bad as Chance’s cock plowing in and out of his no-longer-virgin boy-ass. Who knew that Chance could fuck so hard, so incredibly hard, or that he had such a big cock? It felt like he was ramming a 2 x 4 up Andrew’s ravaged butt-hole. It was the most painful fucking thing that had ever happened to him. And the most embarrassing, too. His nerdy younger brother, a disgusting faggot no less, was fucking him, he was ravaging Andrew’s cherry ass and treating his straight older brother like he was a street-walking ho. And Andrew was pretty sure that if the pain of what was happening didn’t kill him, the shame of it would. And the worst thing was that, from what Chance had told him, it was going to be happening all the time now. Chance was going to be fucking him every day from now on, turning him into his personal fuck-bitch, a straight-boy cum-dump for his gay younger brother.
Andrew wanted to turn around and beat the crap out of his brother, show that fucking faggot who the real man in the room was. But he couldn’t, he just couldn’t. Because if he did Chance would go to their parents and spill the beans on Andrew, the family’s golden boy, tell them about him and Marianne. And if Chance did that, it was over for Andrew. He'd be out on the streets in less than an hour, all his hopes for the future shot to hell. He would be royally fucked - though, of course, that was pretty much what was happening to him right now. But this, this horrible experience, was temporary. He might have to put up with it for the next six, seven months, but he’d be going to college in the Fall, and since Chance was just a high school senior there was no way he was coming with. As painful and humiliating as it was getting his boy-ass totally reamed out by his faggot brother, at least it would end. But if Andrew got kicked out of the house and lost the financial support of his parents, he’d be fucked for the rest of his life.
Andrew couldn’t figure out how the hell Chance had found out about him and Marianne, but he had. And if Chance told his parents what he knew, Andrew’s goose was truly cooked. It wasn’t so much that he’d been fucking her or even that he’d got her pregnant - though that would have been bad enough. But somehow Chance had found out that Andrew had not only badgered her in getting an abortion but had actually paid for it with money he’d borrowed from his father, ostensibly to pay for college tuition.
Both of his parents were hard-core right-to-lifers. They'd had enough difficulty as it was handling the fact that their youngest son was a faggot. It wasn’t something they talked about, of course, except occasionally to Chance in an attempt to get him to see the error of his ways and seek forgiveness for his sins. But, while they disapproved of what they saw as Chance’s perverted life-style choices, they tried to practice the dictates of ‘hate the sin, not the sinner’ and allowed the boy to continue to live in their house, though they prayed constantly for his ultimate reformation and redemption. But abortion, that was a whole different matter. More than once Andrew had heard his father say it was the modern equivalent of Judas’ betrayal - the sin that could not be forgiven. And if they discovered that Andrew had not only paid for an abortion out of monies he’d obtained from his father but had actually forced his girlfriend to undergo the procedure, though she begged him not to, their righteous fury would know no bounds. Andrew didn’t have the slightest doubt that they’d kick his ass out of the house and cut off all ties with him and never look back.
Chance had pranced into Andrew’s bedroom an hour ago, his eyes glowing with barely suppressed glee. "What do you want?” Andrew had snarled, hating just being around his fruity sibling.
“What do I want, bro?” his brother had replied in that haughty, supercilious tone that just drove Andrew nuts. "All in good time, bro. I'll tell you exactly what I want. But first, let me tell you a little story.”
And then, as Andrew listened in growing consternation, Chance had related the whole sordid tale of him and Marianne. And Chance knew everything, how Andrew had maneuvered and essentially forced his girlfriend into having an abortion she didn’t want, how he’d cadged the money from his father under false pretenses. Fuck, Chance even knew the name of the clinic where they’d had the abortion and the name of the doctor who’d performed the procedure. Smiling in triumph as he completed his tale, Chance asked, “I wonder how mom and dad are gonna react when they hear the story?”
“Chance,” Andrew had pleaded, suddenly truly scared. "You can’t tell them. You know what will happen. They'll disown me. They'll kick my ass out of the house and never talk to me again. You can’t tell them, bro. You can’t.”
“Oh, but I can,” Chance had replied with obvious glee. "I can and I will unless you give me what I want.”
“What do you want?” Andrew asked, knowing he was trapped and hating it.
“That’s simple, bro,” Chance explained. "What I want is your ass, your straight ass as my own personal fuck-hole, as my pussy. That's what I want, bro,” he said, putting a sarcastic emphasis on the final ‘bro.’
“You can’t be serious, Chance,” Andrew responded in shock. "There's no fucking way I’m gonna let you fuck my ass.”
“Well then, Andrew, we’re done here. If you’re not willing to give me your ass, I guess I’ll just have to settle for your bedroom. After all, you won’t be needing it after mom and dad hear what I’ve got to say.” And without another word, Chance turned around and headed for the door.
“Wait,” Andrew called out in desperation. "Please, Chance. Wait. We can work something out.”
“Bro,” Chance replied as he turned around to look at his brother, “there’s nothing to work out. You either give me what I want or I tell mom and dad. So, what’s it gonna be, bro? Your straight ass or your bedroom?”
“Please, Chance. Please," Andrew begged.
“Fuck it,” Chance said, shaking his head in disgust and turning around again. "I'm outta here.”
“No. Wait. Wait," Andrew frantically pleaded. "I'll do it. I'll do it.”
“You’ll do what, bro?” Chance queried, turning back around to show Andrew a face alight with malicious pleasure. "Exactly what are you going to do, Andrew? I want you to spell it out.”
“I’ll let you….I’ll let you fuck my ass,” Andrew responded in a breaking voice, visible tears beginning to snake their way down his face. "I'll let you fuck me.”
“Whenever I want? As often as I want?” Chance pressed.
Andrew looked up at his brother, the hatred he was feeling towards him visible in his eyes. But slowly, he nodded. "Whenever you want; as often as you want,” he agreed in a ragged voice.
But Chance wasn’t done with this older brother. "And you agree to be my bitch, too?”
“What do you mean,” Andrew asked angrily, “be your bitch?
“Oh, you know what I mean,” Chance retorted with a grim smile on his lips. "You agree to do what I tell you to do, whatever it is. And when you fail to do as you’re told, you’ll get punished. Just the way dad used to punish you when you were a little kid - with a bare-ass over-the-knee spanking.”
“You gotta be kidding me,” Andrew responded feeling his face beginning to flush in embarrassment. "You want me to agree to let you spank me like I’m some little boy whenever you want?”
“No, bro,” Chance replied with a chuckle. "I'm not asking you to agree to let me spank you whenever I want - though that’s certainly an appealing option. All I’m asking you is to agree that I can spank you whenever you’re being punished for failing to do what you were told.”
“And you get to determine whenever I need to be punished?” Andrew asked, the anger clear in his voice.
“Well, someone has to,” Chance agreed with obvious mirth. "And it can scarcely be you. So, yeah, I get to decide when you need to be punished, when you need to be spanked.”
Andrew glanced up at his younger brother, a mix of fury and despair evident in his face. "Why, Chance? Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you to make you want to treat me - your own brother - this way?”
And suddenly, it was Chance who was furious, raw anger just suffusing his entire face. "Are you kidding me, bro? Are you seriously asking me what you’ve done to make me hate you? Andrew, you’ve made my life a living hell for the past five years. You were a prick before that, but once you discovered I was gay you became an absolute bastard. I can’t tell you how many times I heard you sneer to your buddies, ‘there goes my fag brother’ as I walked past you in high school, how many times you actually joined in when a group of the school bullies ganged up on me. You could have stood up for me; you could have tried to protect me. I was your younger brother, goddammit. Instead, you pretty much took the lead in tormenting me. You've treated me like a piece of shit for years and now it’s time for payback. You're getting just what you deserve, bro. The chickens have finally come home to roost.”
Andrew was clearly taken by surprise at the furious tirade that Chance had unleashed. "I'm sorry, Chance,” he tried to mollify his brother. "I'm sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t mean jack to me now, bro,” Chance snapped. "Like I said, it’s time for payback. So now that we’ve established who’s in charge, why don’t you get out of those shorts and briefs and get on your stomach with your legs apart. It's time we sealed our little bargain, and I’m planning on doing that with something significantly more substantial than a kiss.” When Andrew failed to immediately comply, Chance added. "Now, bitch, unless you want to lose your cherry after I’ve beaten your ass black and blue.”
With an audible sob, the tears now streaming in full flow down his face, Andrew unbuttoned his shorts, slipped them down his legs and then lowered his briefs. Naked from the waist down, he turned over on the bed, spread his legs and waited. He didn’t have long to wait.
As he grunted and groaned under his brother’s seemingly endless assault on his boy-hole, Andrew had reason to regret some of the things he’d done in the past. But, like his brother Chance had made clear, it was far too late for regrets. Now it was time to atone for his past transgressions. And if this first fuck of his straight asshole was a harbinger of things to come, his atonement would be both humiliating and painful - very painful. And there was nothing Andrew could do about it. Not a blessed thing.