Our parents were away for the weekend, leaving my older brother, Zach, in charge of me. I still didn't understand why anyone had to be in charge of me, after all, I was 17. But for whatever reason, I was still doomed to this fate. You see, Zach, who's 21, and I don't get along that well. He thinks I'm lazy, a little stupid, maybe, and generally "good for nothing." He, on the other hand, is very intense in everything he does - schoolwork, football and working out being the top three.
I was actually practicing my lacrosse swing in the front yard, while Zach was out back by the pool on Saturday afternoon. I should have either asked him to move his car from the circular driveway or just played somewhere else, but..... "CRASH, THUD." And then the horn and the siren - oh yes, the alarm. I had successfully scored a goal by nailing Zach's BMW, knocking out the headlight, denting the hood and cracking the windshield to finish the job. Hell of a shot! Actually, hell was about to begin.
I failed to mention that in Zach's meticulousness (read: anal retentive) he kept his car spotless, from tire to roof. Man, I was screwed. Just as he rounded the corner of the house to see why his alarm was set off, I tore into the house. Through the door, up the stairs, down the long hallway, and into my room, slamming the door behind me. Great, I thought. I just trapped myself.
Then, I heard it. "ADAM! ADAM, YOU LITTLE _f_u_c_k_IN assHOLE, YOU ARE A DEADMAN!" Oh yeah it was Zach, charging up the stairs. Down the hall. The door swung open. "I'M GONNA _f_u_c_k_IN KILL YOU! HOW COULD YOU BE SO _d_a_m_n_ STUPID? I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU COULD BE THIS DUMB, AND STILL BE MY BROTHER! YOU'RE ALWAYS DOIN _s_h_i_t_ LIKE THIS, BUT MAN, ITS ENDING TODAY, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" he screamed at me.
Well, there was no place to go, nothing I could do but just stand there, while he flew over to me, grabbed me by the waist (getting me seriously airborn!), and while sitting on my bed, throwing me over his knee. Before I knew it, he hooked his hand into the waistband of my trunks, and nearly ripped them off my body, tossing them on the floor.
"What the _f_u_c_k_ are you do....." is all I could get out before he started hammering my ass with his hand. When I tell you that Zach worked out, I was serious. He was built like a vault. And, obviously, was strong as hell. Especially his arms.
"Ow, God_d_a_m_n_, that _f_u_c_k_in hurts!!" I yelled, as he kept spanking my bare ass, over and over again. Finally, the pain really started to take effect, and the deep, burning sensation overtook my whole ass, as he kept the rapid pace. "WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK" he kept peppering my flesh with the powerful spanking, as my breathing picked up, and my occasional grunts turned into screams and pleas for mercy.
"Oooooooowwwwwww, Gooooooood, Zach, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, pleeeeeeaaaaase stop!" I begged.
"Shut the _f_u_c_k_ up, I'll stop when I think you've learned a lesson!" he shouted.
"O-o-okay, okay, I've learned, I've learned!" I pleaded.
"I said, SHUT UP, I'll decide when you've had enough," he said, as he lit into my ass even harder than before!
I thought it would never end! He just kept going and going, and never got tired. My ass went from feeling like it was on fire to a dull, numbing pain. After he covered every inch of my ass with over 100 blows, he finally stopped, but not before he had me in a steady stream of tears, panting for every breath. It wasn't until this time that I noticed that my _c_o_c_k_, which had been rubbing against his musclar thighs, was rock hard, and dripping precum into the hair on his legs.
He lifted me by the waist again, and put me back on me feet. I spun around on, to try to not let him see the "effect" his ass-thrashing had on me. That's the LAST thing I needed! Actually, he was busy doing something on the bed - gathering the sheets and pillows into the center. Before I knew it, he had me airborn again, and tossed on the bed, with my _d_i_c_k_ buried into the pile of sheets, and my ass high in the air.
"DON'T _f_u_c_k_IN MOVE!" he shouted, as he left the room. I didn't move - actually I was afraid too. I had never seen him this pissed off before. He definately never got pissed enough to spank me before, let alone light into my ass like he did.
He came back into the room as quickly as he disappeared, carrying with him one of his leather belts. He walked to the other side of the bed, and pushing his big left hand into my lower back, he raised his right arm high in the air, and "CAARACK!" the belt landed across my ass. "AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" I cried out.
"CAARACK, CAARACK, CAARACK!" the belt landed, almost as quickly as this hand did. "OOOOOHHHHHH, GOOOOOOOOODDD, OOOOOOOOWWWWAAAAGGGHH" I screamed, in agony. It literally felt like someone was dragging a knife across my already pained ass cheeks. I could feel my blood pulse through what must have been belt-welts which started to raise off my burning flesh.
He landed about 30 stokes before tossing the belt across the room, stalking out and repeating his earlier threat, "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT MOVING!"
Actually, I didn't. All I could think about was the fiery pain on my ass. He came back in within a minute, and as I looked to see him walk in, I couldn't tell what was in his hands, but I did notice a rather sizable precum stain on his grey trunks, at the end of his hard _c_o_c_k_, which was outlined pretty well. I had seen Zach naked before and, actually, even seen him hard when I walked in on him jerkin off a few times. He had a good sized _c_o_c_k_, but it wasn't overly large or anything. Pretty average. I was always pretty happy that I thought I was a little bigger than my big brother!!
I couldn't tell what was he was doing behind me, and was actually, a little afraid to look. Although, I did find it odd when I felt him get on the bed behind me, but figured he was really gonna lay into me now. Instead, I saw his trunks get tossed on the floor by my head, and felt his hands on the top of my ass. Within seconds I felt something slippery at the opening to my ass, then instantly felt a horiffic pain as he plunged his greased up hard _c_o_c_k_ into me.
"OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW, HOLY _s_h_i_t_, WHAT THE _f_u_c_k_?!" I screamed at Zach, as he buried himself so deep in me, I felt his pubic bush crushed between his abs and my ass. He had all 185 lbs. of his body on top of me - I couldn't move.
"JUST SHUT UP!" he growled at me, through his gritted teeth. He plowed in and out of me at a furious pace, as I actually screamed and cried for him to stop. He didn't and while he kept _f_u_c_k_ing my ass, he was hitting something inside of me - it felt like it was sending an electrical charge of some kind through every muscle in my body-- including my own _c_o_c_k_. My cries gradually turned into grunts and moans of pleasure, as the pain of his _c_o_c_k_ in me was replaced with a kind of breathtaking sensation which, when combined with the firey feeling lasting on my ass, was getting me off!
His own moans were gaking a more gutteral tone, as he panted. "Oh, God, yeah, OHH, AGH, AAAGGGHHHHHHH, YEEEEAAAAHHHH!" he shouted, as I sensed his _c_o_c_k_ get even larger before feeling his hot cum shoot up inside me. He kept _f_u_c_k_ing me over and over again, as he shot more and more of his thick juice into me, filling my ass up.
Suddenly, I felt my own cum boiling up from my balls, into the base of my _c_o_c_k_, through the tube on the underside of my hard _d_i_c_k_, until it exploded out me in thick, hot gushes, into, shooting between my stomach and the piled up bed sheets. My own moans met Zachs, and we both finished at about the same time.
Not 10 seconds passed before, he pulled out of me, got up, and ran out of the room. I heard him shut the door to his bedroom, just layed there for a few minutes before getting into the shower in my bathroom. I really wasn't angry at Zach, and that surprised me. I was sort of confused at what happened, I mean, I wasn't into guys, or anything - never had been. But still, this clearly had an effect on me. After all, I'd never had such a powerful orgasm with either myself or any woman I'd been with!
After getting cleaned up, and dressed, I wandered back downstairs to find Zach outside, picking up the glass in front of his car. "Uh, Zach, I'm, uh, really sorry about this," I confessed. Actually I was, too.
"Jeez, Adam. I'm the one who should be sorry. I really am, man. I'm totally sorry for doing that to you, you know that last part. I was just totally out of control. Please, don't tell anybody. I swear to God, it will never happen again," he pleaded, putting his arm around my shoulders.
Actually, I thought, maybe that wouldn't be so bad...