Blood Brothers

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Warning: The following story contains drug use, bug chasing, and incest as major themes. Other kinks may appear. So, if you're easily offended (or even not so easily), then this story probably isn't for you. I promise to try to include some sex in each chapter, but this is turning into a bigger story than I first pictured. Let me know what you think!

"Blood Brothers"

Chapter I

Jackson pulled his head up out of the trucker’s lap and sat back into the passenger seat, wiping the residual spit and fresh load of cum from the corners of his mouth. He grabbed his bag from the floor board and opened the door to get out as the beefy guy next to him zipped his pants back up.

“Thanks,” Jackson said to the driver as he climbed down out of the cab. Without another word between them, Jackson shut the door and watched the truck pull away.

Jackson Parker had been hitching rides across the country for about a week now – ever since his mother kicked him out. Jackson had reasoned that it was because, despite being a divorcee, she had always fought to show a perfect family image and a gay son was not a part of it. Jackson had grown up with a single mother and three siblings: an older brother, Colton; a younger brother, Stephen; and a younger sister, Molly. He had lived the first twelve years of his life near the coast of North Carolina but moved out to Arizona when his mother, Crystal, decided to break things off with her fiancée, uproot the kids, and start life new out in the middle of nowhere.

Within a week, Colton had bolted. No one ever expected it of him. At 15, he was quiet and had few friends. In fact, Crystal had hoped that, with the least friends of all of her children, Colton would be the most OK with moving across the country and would help get the younger kids on board. Colton’s departure tore Jackson apart. Jackson and Colton had always shared a special bond, never really understanding all the many reasons why. Without his big brother, Colton became angry. He began lashing out at his mother over every little thing. Over the next few years he tried many different things to vent the anger. All of the school sports he tried to throw himself into failed to work when Jackson started skipping school to go smoke pot with the guy that worked the gas station down the street. He was able to maintain his grades well enough to keep a B average, but missed too often to keep up with his football practice... baseball practice... tennis... wrestling... swimming. It wasn’t until he lost his virginity to the guy he was skipping school to hang out with that Jackson found his outlet.

Very quickly, Jackson had discovered sex in all ways but loved bending the guy over some crates in the stock room and fucking him rough. Jackson loved it how at first the guy would beg him to slow down but was always moaning uncontrollably by the end of it. It was power. Power that he never had at home. Power that somewhere, deep down, he felt that, if he’d had the same confidence, maybe he could have kept Colton from running away. Maybe.

After a year, Crystal had given up on looking for Colton. The next few years went by as they do. Things never got better at home so Jackson spent more and more time experimenting with drugs and sex. He discovered a hidden talent for sucking cock but was still a little hesitant about taking cock up the ass. He kept his secrets hidden until three days before his eighteenth birthday when Jackson came home “from school” to find his mother sitting on the couch.

“Why are you home so early?” He had asked her.

“I dropped by the school today to surprise you for lunch. Where were you?”

The ensuing argument lasted for nearly two hours before Crystal threw a family picture at the wall telling him to get his “faggot ass” out of her house. He went down to his room, quickly packed a duffle bag and headed down toward the bus station. He stopped at the gas station for one last quick fuck and to tell his buddy what was up. The guy suggested Jackson consider saving his money on food instead of an expensive bus ticket and just hitch. He helped Jackson set up his first ride. And so, a week later and just eighteen, Jackson stood just off the exit ramp, looking at the city in which he had grown up.

Jackson had decided coming back to North Carolina would be the best place to start his search for his brother. But that would have to wait, for now. As it was, Jackson was starving. That load was the first thing he’d had all day, and, while Jackson found it to be very tasty, it was not very filling. So, Jackson headed down the exit ramp to the McDonalds down on the main road. Jackson ate his fill and then went to take a piss.

While Jackson was in the bathroom, the manager came in and stood at the urinal next to him. Jackson eyed the guy as he hauled his nicely-sized cock from his black work pants. Jackson kept watching only to realize a moment later that the guy never started to piss. Instead, he watched as the cock chubbed up. His eyes trailed up the guy’s body to his face. Jackson found himself looking into the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The manager watched as Jackson looked back down and licked his lips before dropping to his knees right there in the bathroom floor.

Jackson parted his lips and quickly sucked half of the 7” cock in front of him down his throat. Grabbing hold of the back of the man’s legs, he fucked his own mouth down over and over until he was lodging the entire shaft into his well-trained throat. While getting his fill, Jackson would run his tongue all over the man’s cock, swirling at the head and then snaking out to tease the hairy ball sac that hung below. He felt two large hands find their place on either side of his head and let out a deep guttural moan as the man started face-fucking him. Jackson completely let go and leaned back to rest against the partition behind him. The manager grabbed hold of the top of the partition and used it as leverage to fuck his cock harder and deeper into the willing hole before him.

Jackson was gagging and streams of spit and slime were hanging from his chin. He was breathing hard through his nose and his green eyes were red and watering. He cast his eyes up to the man who was abusing his tonsils as the man was grunting and staring down at him.

“I’m gonna cum, you fucking slut,” the man said. “I’m gonna shoot my load down your throat whether you like it or not.”

Jackson liked it. No, loved it. And to show it, he grabbed onto the man’s ass through his black work pants and forced his nose to the zipper.

“Aaaargh! God damn fucking slut! You little whore! Fuck! Fuck! Take it!”

Jackson swallowed all the man could give. He loved hearing the man cuss and moan above him – it reminded him just why he loved sucking cock in the first place. As the cock slid from his throat, Jackson never took his eyes from the blue pools staring back down at him. He held his mouth open as to show the last of the man’s cum slid down his tongue and into his throat. It was a pleasant surprise when the man grabbed hold of his chin with one hand and leaned down to hock a wad of spit right into the slut’s mouth.

Closing his eyes and savoring the last taste of the man’s fluids, Jackson leaned his head against the wall. He listened to the man zip and leave before opening his eyes and getting his bearings. He was still feeling rather slutty and found himself licking the rims of both urinals clean of their piss stains before climbing up out of the floor. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. The whole place reeked, and he was sure he did, too. He wiped the slime from his chin and straightened up just a little before heading back out. He was sure his hard dick was visible in his jeans as he made his way through the restaurant. He found himself staring at the manager who had gone back to work as if nothing had happened. He was watching the tall blond hunk help some girl at the register when he felt himself run right into someone.

“Sorry,” Jackson muttered as he turned to see who he had just assaulted. His eyes first noticed the tall black boots with their bright yellow laces which capped off a very tight pair of jeans. The bulge in the pants was plainly visible and Jackson could feel his own bulge grow even more at the sight before him. Lean muscles showed beneath a plain black t shirt and Jackson looked up to see a black Mohawk spiked above a beautiful pale face with green eyes that matched his own. When Jackson looked into the eyes he almost puddled in the floor. He never expected it to be this easy. “Colt.” He said simply before grabbing his brother in a huge hug.

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Chapter II

“What the hell are you doing here?!?” Colton asked, still holding on to his little brother.

“I came to find you,” Jackson said. “I had to.” At those words, for the first time in a long time, Jackson cried.

“Come on,” Colton said. “Let me take you home.” All thoughts of the food he intended to get out the window, Colton led Jackson to his car and they started for his house. The car ride was mostly quiet. Jackson couldn’t take his eyes off of his brother, tough. He kept looking him up and down, thinking how much had changed and actually kind of surprised he had even recognized him.

Colton had covered his brown hair with black dye and had it cut into a sharp Mohawk that brushed the ceiling of his Jeep. His nose was pierced, his ears had at least three earrings each (from what Jackson could see), and his lower lip had a set of snake-bites. Jackson was also pretty sure that he could see the impression of nipple rings through his brother’s shirt as well. Looking over his brother’s fashion choices, there was no doubt at all in Jackson’s mind – his brother was a fag, too. With a soft smile and the tears on his cheeks still drying, Jackson leaned his head to rest against his brother’s shoulder and kept it there until they turned into a driveway.

Jackson followed his brother inside, finding himself staring at his brother’s round ass. The house was nice and well kept. Colton took Jackson upstairs and showed him a small bedroom that he could put his stuff in. He pointed out his room down the hall and then led him in to a small bathroom.

“Here,” Colton said his brother, handing him a towel. “Get yourself cleaned up and then meet me back downstairs. We can talk then... if you want.” With that, he left.

Jackson turned on the water and started the shower. As he let the water warm up, he stripped off, taking deep sniffs of his hairy armpits and licking his lips at the stink that wafted up when he pulled off his pants. Jackson loved it, but admittedly did need a shower after a week of fucking and sucking on the road. As steam began to fill the room, Jackson realized he had wasted enough time and jumped into the shower to clean off so that he could get back down stairs to his brother. His incredibly beautiful brother. For a brief moment, Jackson’s hand stroked his cock as his mind went back to the ass displayed so well in those tight jeans. A knock brought him back down to Earth and he heard the bathroom door open.

“Hey Jax, I’m putting your clothes in the wash. I’ll leave you some clean underwear, but I don’t think any of my clothes will fit you.”

“I’ve got some things in my bag...” Jackson began.

“Oh,” his brother stated. “I assumed all your clothes were probably dirty, so I tossed all that in the washing machine, too. I’ll see if I can find you a pair of shorts or something.”

“Don’t bother,” he said, shutting off the water and opening the curtain. He immediately noticed his brother’s eyes lingered a little too long on his cock. When his brother made eye contact again, Jackson winked and asked for a towel. In silence, Colton stayed as his brother dried off and then handed him a pair of his briefs. “I think I might bust through,” Jackson laughed, looking down. The fabric was stretching over his body, more used to the lean body of Colton and then his own thick thighs and bubble butt. Back downstairs, Colton brought them both a beer and sat down on the couch beside his brother.

“So, what the fuck, dude?” He asked. And Jackson spilled everything. He told Colton about his buddy at the gas station, some of his experiences with other guys at school and other men around town, his pot smoking and his experimentation with Mollie, ‘shrooms, and coke, and then about his confrontation with their mother. “She’s a fucking psycho.” Colton said. “Did she ever tell you why I ran?”

Jackson looked at his brother. It was the first actual mention of Colton running away since he arrived. He just shook his head. “She looked for a while... but after about a year she gave up and we never really talked about it. Even when she was looking she would never tell me anything. But you ran away and she had just left Bud and I think it just took a toll.”

“I see she still had you fooled.” Colton laughed. “You said you smoke, right?” Jackson told him he did and they continued their conversation while Colton rolled a joint. “Right before we moved, mom caught me blowing Bud,” Colton confessed, referring to the man who was almost their step-father. “I had seduced my way into his pants a year earlier and he’d been fucking me behind her back the whole time. I guess it was kinda my way at getting back at her for never telling me anything about our dad. I figured if she couldn’t keep someone as important as the father of her kids, why the hell should she get anyone else? And, besides that, Bud was hung like a horse!” Colton laughed at the situation a little while lighting up the weed. He pulled in a hit and passed the joint to his brother before continuing. “When we moved out to Arizona, she said it was so I couldn’t be a fucking queer anymore. I was pissed enough about that, but a few days later, Bud sent me an e-mail. Turns out I wasn’t the only one he was fucking behind mom’s back. Long story short, Bud was poz.” Again, Colton took his hit on the joint, but instead of going on any more, he just stopped – as if that was the end of the story.

The brothers passed the joint back and forth a few more times before Jackson finally asked, “So, are you poz, then?” Instead of answering, Colton stood up and lifted the front of his shirt showing his brother a bio-hazard tattoo on his stomach, just below his belly button.

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Chapter III

Jackson traced his brother’s tattoo with his fingers. He wasn’t naïve about the meaning behind the tattoo. He had the answer to his question. Again, he started to cry. “Damnit,” he thought to himself. He got up and clutched Colton in his arms again.

“No, dude. Seriously.” Colton said, pushing his brother back to look him in the eye. “It’s OK! I’m... I am so fucking free!” His brother just looked him in the eye, genuinely searching for an explanation - if this was supposed to be such a terrible thing, then why did Colton seem to be doing just fine? Colton knew he needed to fill in some blanks. “Did mom ever tell you that she did find me?”

Jackson shook his head. He sat back down onto the couch as Colton walked around the table and sat in the floor across from him. “Like... after a year? Is that why she just stopped?”

“I highly doubt she was actually looking for that long.” He could still see the confusion in his brother’s eyes. “Mom talked to me on the phone the next week. She’s known I was here. She just didn’t give a shit.”

“What the fuck?!?” Jackson exclaimed.

“Where else would I have gone? She had one of her old co-worker bitch friends track down Bud. I think she sucked him off or something, but somehow talked him into having me call mom. They both stood there while I used the lady’s phone to call and told her that I had gotten some test results. She said she would forget where I was as long as I would do the same. Then she hung up.” Colton sighed to himself. “I can’t believe she never told you.” At that point his cell phone started ringing. He looked down and jumped to his feet. “I’m sorry, man. I’ve gotta take this!”

“It’s cool, man,” Jackson replied, and Colton was out of the room. Jackson sat there, not really hearing the murmuring of his brother in the other room. He couldn’t believe the events that had occurred that day. He had but only a few hours ago arrived back in the town and now he was learning the deep, dark secrets his family was hiding. He and his brother had six years to make up for. A full year of that, he now knew, was spent chasing a lie his mother fed him. As if he needed one more reason to resent her. On top of that, he couldn’t shake from his mind the tattoo his brother had shown him and the fact that it did nothing to quell the lust he had so unexpectedly been feeling for him.

“Sorry, J.” Colton said, coming back into the room. “That was Sir. Um... I mean... Bud.”

“You still talk to him?” Jackson asked, only slightly surprised.

“Well, yeah. He’s actually a really great guy. He took care of me. Made sure I got through high school. And he has always accepted and encouraged me. He’s been a father to me.”

“A father who fucks you,” his brother joked.

“And how!” Colton laughed. The two agreed they were not yet stoned enough and so Colton went and packed a bong. The two each took a few good rips before Jackson brought them back to the conversation.

“So, ‘Sir,’ huh?” he smiled. “I guess that explains the look.”

Colton showed no shame in his answer. “I guess if you recognize a bio tatt then it shouldn’t surprise me you know piss-lover boots when you see them.”

“Never tried watersports,” Jackson choked out as he exhaled from his rip, “but you better believe I’ve watched the porn. But I never really got the balls to ask other guys if they’d want to try it. I must say,” he continued, passing the bong to his brother, “I love the look.”

“Well, maybe we can have Sir take you shopping.” There was something very matter-of-fact about the way Colton said it. “Look, Jax... I am so glad to see you. I can’t fucking explain how much I love that you are what I happened into today. But, if you are going to stay with me, there are some things I need to come clean about. The first thing being that in no way am I... clean, that is. You know I’m poz. I’m really fucking proud of it, too. I’ve never been happier than when I’m taking cock, and I do often. I have a family here, Jax. A family that encourages me to be me and that takes care of me. And, in the interest of honesty, I’d love nothing more than to help you find out what fun you can have and you can be a part of my family here.”

“I don’t really know how to feel about the whole Dom/Sub thing,” Jackson admitted. “I mean, that’s cool for you, but I just don’t know about being a Sir or a slave or something.”

“And you don’t have to. But, you might like to experiment with it and see if you like any of it. That and so much more I can show you.” Colton smiled sexily up at Jackson. “Besides, I know how you like to experiment. How much have you done besides pot, again? Like... for real... what else do you like to do?”

“I don’t think it’s that much, man,” Jackson admitted. “I am real into Mollie. Once every couple months or so I like to fucking roll. I always start out wanting sex but then get happily distracted elsewhere, though. ‘Shrooms were cool. Did them a couple of times and got a huge kick out of watching the people around me run around like cartoon characters.” Colton laughed. “And coke I’ve only done once. It was a high like no other. I’d definitely do it again, but it was a fluke the one time I tried it. The guy I was fucking found some of his sister’s stuff and wanted to snort it off my dick. It was hot watching him do it and the slutty side of me wanted to snort some of the powder off his hole. He had a great little asshole! And, that’s it. I’ve never really looked for anything else and it hasn’t presented itself to me.”

“So you’d try more?” Colton queried.

“I’d try anything once,” Jackson said, again grinning at his brother.

“Good Lord, I hope that’s true!” Jackson jumped at the boom of the voice in the doorway behind him. He turned to look as Colton crawled over to nuzzle his face in to the crotch of the man who had invaded their conversation. “Nice to see you again J.”

“Hi, Bud,” Jackson said, inhaling the familiar scent of Bud. It was a smell that immediately brought back many happy memories of his family. A smell that was purely man. A smell that suddenly had all the blood rushing to his cock. He knew why his brother had submitted to this man.

“Please, boy, call me ‘Daddy.’”

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Chapter IV

Bud placed a duffle bag down on the floor beside Colton before walking over and pulling Jackson up into a hug. He looked just like Jackson remembered him. His body was well defined from a regular gym routine. His eyes were blue. Very blue. His blond hair was still thick and curly, even nearing 50. Jackson envied the dusting of fur that covered the strong arms that closed around his near-naked body. Until that moment he had forgotten how naked he was. Suddenly he realized that his hard cock was clearly visible to both other men in the room.

“I was so thrilled when Colton told me that you were here. Much more so when he told me why. I picked up some party supplies on the way home. I thought we should celebrate. Has my boy been a good host? Did he give you the grand tour?”

“Not yet,” Colton chimed in while snooping in the bag. “I was putting out some feelers, but I think he can handle it. Like he said, he’ll try anything.” Jackson watched, his side still pressed against Bud, as Colton pulled out a variety of pipes and jars and other supplies from the duffle.

“Boy,” Bud barked, “bring those things with you while I show Jackson to the basement.” He took Jackson by the hand and led him to a door in the hallway. Down the stairs was not exactly what Jackson was expecting. There was another long hallway with three doors off of it. “That’s Leif’s room.” Bud pointed out the door on the left. Jackson had forgotten about Bud’s son. He had been at college in California during their parent’s relationship and they had never met him. Jackson wondered how he fit in to all of this. “That leads to the garage. And this,” he continued escorting the anxious boy through the door on the right, “is our play room.”

A red light filled the room that smelled of man and leather. Looking around, Jackson saw a couple of slings, benches, a couple of cabinets, what looked like the door to a shower area, and a whole wonderland of sexual deviance. As Colton came into the room closing the door behind him, Bud lifted Jackson and tossed him into a sling. Within a minute, Jackson’s legs were strapped in the air with his underwear covered ass in the air. Colton suddenly realized it would have been a better idea to offer his brother a pair of ass-less briefs instead of the tighty-whiteys.

“You said you’d try anything once,” Bud said, leaning down over Jackson, rubbing his body all over. Jackson could see Colton messing with the stuff he had brought in, but still couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing. His focus went back to Bud, whose breath was in his ear. “Have you ever slammed?”

“Slammed?” Jackson panted. Short of breath and enjoying the attention being given to his body. Not many of the guys he had been with touched him like this – with such intent.

“Yeah. Like... shot up. T. Crystal.”

“You mean, meth?” Jackson replied.

“Well, if you want to be vulgar about it, then, yes. Have you ever done meth?” Bud chuckled at Jackson’s straight-forward attitude.

“No. I mean... I’m not sure if...”

“You said you’d try anything,” Bud reminded him.

“Sir,” Colton chimed in, crossing over to them with three fixed rigs in his hand, “may I speak with him?”

“Sure, baby.” Bud stroked Colton’s cheek. Jackson noticed, seeing that even in this Dom/Sub thing there really was love. Bud took one of the rigs from Colton and went over to give the guys some privacy.

“Look,” Colton began, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to. But I promise I would never let anything happen to you. You are my baby brother. And I know there’s a fucking stigmata bull shit about this stuff, but there was once with weed, too. You ever see Reefer Madness? But the truth is it’s all in how you handle it. And, let’s face it, some guys handle being tweaked out of their mind a lot better than others. For some it works as a lifestyle. For others, it just needs to stay an every-once-in-a-while thing. You never know if you’re missing out on the fun if you never try. I was freed when I was 15. In the past six years I’ve never looked back. Never regretted a single thing. All I want is for you to have the same thing. I want you to feel as free as I do.”

Jackson just looked on, hearing all the absolute sense that his brother was saying and suddenly realizing that, even after six years, there was still no one that Jackson trusted more than his older brother. Jackson reached out and, again, traced the tattoo on his brother’s stomach.

“I want it to be you,” Jackson gulped and looked up into his brother’s eyes. Colton grinned from ear to ear. “If I’m going to be free, I want you to be the one that did it. I want to do this for you. With you. I want you to be the start of my new life.”

“Can you be more specific?” Colton chided.

“Oh for God’s sake, Colt, I want to be pozzed! I’ve jacked off to stealthing porn and verbal breeders for so long thinking about how hot it would be to be a part of that. And if you think I’ll enjoy meth, I want it! You’re right. I’ll never know if I’m missing out on fun if I never give it a shot. I just trust you. I want to do this with you.” Jackson’s hand slid down to cup the front of Colton’s pants. “Please, poz me.”

“Deal,” Colton said, the smile never leaving his face. “But, first thing’s first. I’m going to give you this present myself... well... this and one more, but I want you to remember this moment.” He placed a quick peck on his brother’s stomach and then began to tighten a rubber hose around Jackson’s arm. “Get ready to become a begging little slut, little brother. There’s no going back, now.”

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Chapter V

Jackson cringed only a little as he felt the slam rush through his veins. A flash. A cough. And Jackson could feel his hands roaming over his body, tugging at his underwear trying to free his cock. He heard Bud cough and saw him put down the rig from his own slam. Their eyes locked and before long, Bud had ripped a giant hole in Jackson’s briefs and was swallowing his cock down to the root. Wide eyed, Jackson watched as his big brother slammed his own arm and subsequently freed his raging hard cock from its denim confines.

Jackson found himself staring at the last of his brother’s piercings. He opened his mouth and sucked the head of his brother’s stiffening dick into his mouth. Looking up, he watched as his brother once again placed a needle to his arm. This one was empty, but not for long. The clear tube flushed with the bright red of Colton’s blood.

“And this,” Colton said, placing the needle to Jackson’s arm, “is to help along with that other gift I promised you.” Jackson shuddered as he felt his brother slam his own toxic blood into his veins. Colton looked down as Bud sputtered on Jackson’s load, which he was eagerly swallowing. As Jackson’s orgasm subsided, his high took off. It seemed as if he could feel the new blood coursing through his veins. He felt it flood his heart as the sleaziest of sensations overtook his whole body. He was hot and moaning and, for the first time in his young life, his ass was itching to have something in it. Maybe it was because he had already decided that he was going to be begging Colton for his load, but Jackson knew now more than ever that he needed it.

From the sling, Jackson could see Colton and Bud swapping the last of his cum load in a deep kiss. “Colton, please,” Jackson begged, “I need it. I need you... fuck me.”

As Bud stood up, Colton took his place between Jackson’s spread out legs. Kneeling down, he ripped the hole in the underwear even more so he could see Jackson’s asshole. Colton buried his nose between the two mounds of flesh before him and deeply inhaled his brother’s scent. Even with the recent shower, Jackson already smelled a little like sweat. Colton found the smell of a man’s ass to be intoxicating. The raw, masculine stench of just a sweaty hole. Not a dirty hole, per se, but an asshole should never smell of raspberries and lavender. And he found Jackson’s hole to be no different than any other he would worship – a little pink with a slight dusting of peach fuzz all around it nestled between two beefy mounds of muscle. High on the meth and getting higher from his brother’s smell, Colton stuck out his tongue and began to lick and prod at the center of his idolatry.

Jackson’s body was in a constant shiver from the tiny waves of pleasure that every new experience was bringing him. He knew a line had been crossed – one that he never knew needed to be until this very moment when it was all happening. This is where he should have been all along. There was never going to be another moment where he was living behind his mother’s lies. He understood what it was like to experience honesty... freedom! That feeling of freedom that was opening his hole wider, needing something in it. Anything! He could see Bud move to pass something to Colton and before he knew it, his needs were being fulfilled.

A sharp moment of pain that Jackson could sense but knew he needed and then a faint burn as whatever it was that Colton was pushing into him sucked all the way inside his hole. He could feel two of his brother’s fingers working it deep into him, opening him up. Fingers and tongue assaulted his aching hole. Jackson could feel warmth fill his body, starting in his asshole and working its way to his mind. “Fuck!” he muttered. Colton smiled his wide, evil grin, again, taking a few final tastes of his brother’s unused hole. He stood up and leaned down over the boy in the sling, looking him in the eye.

“What was that, little bro?” he teased.

“Fuck me, please. I want it in me so bad.” He could feel the head of Colton’s dick leaking pre- cum, adding to the slobber all over his hole, poking in ever so slightly.

“What do you want?” Jackson could see his brother was being a bit of a sadist and wondered how he could be like this with him and so submissive to Bud. But his mind was racing, and he knew at this point he didn’t care. He wanted his brother’s sadistic torture – and he would do anything to get his ass filled with cock.

“I want you to fuck me. I want your dick pounding away at my ass. I need...” Jackson was getting worked up; his hands prying open his own hole. In one quick motion, Colton sank his dick as far as he could into the begging hole before him. With just a little more work he managed to sink the last inch or two in before Jackson could come out of shock enough to react.

His thirst finally quenched, Jackson’s hands flew to his brother’s back, clutching him and pulling him closer in a hot, animal need for cock and cum. Jackson immediately knew he wanted the fucking that he always gave – he wanted no mercy and he wanted to know he had been fucked. As the thoughts were rushing through his head, Jackson felt his arms being pulled from Colton’s back as Bud strapped his arms to the chains of the sling. Colton stood up, grinding his cock into Jackson’s tight hole. Jackson tried to focus his eyes on his brother’s.

“Come on, faggot,” he smiled, “no mercy.” His heart raced at the look Colton gave him in response. The demonic look of the giant black pools that were his eyes and the sick grin that continued to cross his face personified the dark nature of his lust for his brother. Colton looked down and spit into his brother’s face.

“That all depends on you,” he continued to tease, grinding still. “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time – what do you want?”

Jackson thought for a second – which he kept thinking was both harder and easier to do at the same time. “I want you to poz me, Colt,” he finally said. “Rough fuck my ass deep and hard, no mercy – and poz me with your hot, dirty load.”

Before Jackson had even finished his plea, Colton had begun to thrust deep in and out of his brother’s sweet hole. Jackson was moaning in pain and passion until his mouth was filled with Bud’s cock. He loved the feeling of being filled at both ends. His asshole was finally feeling relieved as his brother’s cock massaged away all of the need he was feeling. His tongue was working away as his mouth enjoyed the stimulations of Bud’s semi-hard cock dangling in his mouth.

Jackson realized the softness in his and Bud’s dicks was probably due entirely to the drug. It was an experience he was familiar with from his Mollie use. Something about drugs, though, made it really hot to suck on a soft dick. He thought for a moment how curious it was that it didn’t seem to have the same softening effect on Colton. Though, nothing would have stopped Colton from fucking his brother’s ass in that moment. He pounded away at the hole beneath him, his only intent to show his brother the love and joy he wanted to give him. He was going to be the protective big brother he always knew he wanted to be. His little brother just needed to be free.

“I’m going to seed you,” Colton grunted. “I’m going to poz your tweaked out little jock ass!” And with a few more deep thrusts, Colton did. Jackson let Bud’s cock fall from his mouth as Colton laid on top of him, kissing him deeply. He continued grinding his load deep into his brother. Suddenly the two felt it as Bud blew his load across their faces. Colton looked up and cleaned off the man’s cock before licking Jackson’s face clean. He looked down to see the dark lust in Jackson’s eyes. “And we’ve only just begun.”

[Guest puprebel]

Chapter VI

“I called Leif, and he’s gonna grab a couple of pizzas when he gets off work,” Bud told the guys a couple of hours later when they returned to the living room to crash. “I’m going to jump in the shower. You boys wear me out. Colt, I might just have to trade you in for a more classic model,” Bud joked.

“Fuck you!” Colt called back to the man who had already disappeared down the hall. “Here,” Colt said to Jackson, passing him a glass pipe, “hit this.”

Jackson took the pipe and took the clouds into his lungs the way the guys had taught him. His mid flashed through the last couple of hours down in the basement – how quickly he had become a tweaked out, begging bottom boy. But Colton had certainly loved it when Jackson turned the tables. And the younger brother had started to become a part of this new family – Bud had been there to help Colton give his little brother the experience he needed, showing Jackson that he could be trusted as a protector and father.

Colton took the pipe from his brother and lay down onto his chest, his head nestled near Jackson’s armpit and his nose taking in that delicious odor as his lips took in his hit. “I love that you’re here. I get to share my life with you. We have so many more people we have to introduce you to. There are so many more depraved things we’ll do together.” Colton could feel Jackson squirming against him, knowing he was keeping the guy turned on. “Down there, in the basement, I wanted to fill your hole with my chem piss, but I didn’t want to risk washing out that load.”

“You’re a dirty little pig,” Jackson laughed. “I love it. Speaking of piss...”

“Stay right there,” Colton instructed. Jackson watched as his brother crawled between his legs, placing the tip of Jackson’s cock in his mouth. “Go ahead,” he mumbled. And with that instruction, Jackson released his flood of piss directly into Colton’s waiting mouth. Their green eyes stayed locked on each other, Colton’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with every gulp. Jackson could see in those eyes the hunger and need growing as the contents of his waste had their effect of Colton. Once he had sucked down the last drops, Colton sucked onto the dick a few more times before backing off his brother and resting his head on Jackson’s knee. “Whew! That’s what I needed!”

“God damn, bro! That was about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s just what I do. It gets me off, so why shouldn’t I do it?”

“Oh, trust me. I’m fucking glad you do. I wanted to take a guy’s piss earlier. A guy at the McDonald’s fucked my face in the bathroom. When he left, I cleaned the urinals, thinking that if I had asked, he probably would have pissed in my mouth or on my face.”

“You mean the blond manager? Is that who you sucked off?” Colton asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Oh, just curious,” Colton lied. “But, yeah... I can tell you that, without a doubt, if you had asked him, he would have pissed in your mouth and face.”

“Someone you have a lot of experience with?” Jackson was smiling. He was excited at the prospect of having another encounter with the hunky manager again.

“Let’s just say, for now, yes – he is someone I have experience with.” Colton was grinning his evil smile again as he took another hit from the pipe.

“So, how does all this work?” Jackson asked. “This whole living situation, that is.”

“I guess it’s not all that clear, is it? Bud and I are together. In the home, our Dom/Sub relationship is much more relaxed than when we go to clubs and parties. We’ve traveled to events where I spend the entire time collared and on my knees, drinking his and Leif’s piss, or that of anyone else they say,” Colt explained.

“So you do fuck Leif, too.”

“Of course. He’s a part of this family. Leif has a couple of regular guys that come around and party with him and a few that he likes to share. Right now he’s testing out some guys to see if any might be trainable. He’s looking for his own boy to bring in. He and Bud do all the work around here. I have my own life, and I could work if I wanted or go to school if I wanted. The only thing is I give all my spare time to them. Which is no chore.”

“It’s love,” Jackson stated.

“If that’s what you want to call it, then, yeah.” Colton more or less shrugged it off. “I’m just devoted,” he smiled. “As submissive as I can be, I choose my own life and I make no choices that are not my own. I am free. And now, little brother, you are free, too.”

Jackson thought for a while. “What’s going to happen?”

“Well,” Colton explained, “you’ll get sick for a little while, and then you’ll be back to normal. It’s completely up to you if you want to go on meds or not. I’m not. Leif’s not. Bud started them a few years back. We don’t always find guys that are looking to be pozzed - a lot of the guys we party with are already. I’ll take care of you. If Bud and Leif aren’t willing to for a long-term arrangement, I’ll get a job. You’re my little brother. But, Bud told me on the phone before that we would do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe. I guess it really just depends on Leif.”

“Are my ears burning?” The deep voice came in a familiar interruption from the same doorway Bud had greeted the brothers from earlier. Jackson wondered if these entrances were planned or just good timing.

“Leif!” Colton greeted. Jackson turned and looked up into the blue eyes looking back at him.

“Of course!” Jackson thought. “Those fucking eyes!” He wondered how he had not noticed that Bud shared the same blue eyes as the manager who had fucked his face at the McDonald’s.

“Well, well... look what the cat dragged in,” Leif grinned down at the boy he immediately recognized.

“I was on my way in to see him at work when I ran in to you,” Colton confessed to Jackson. “Imagine how boned I was when you told me that his was the cock you sucked in the bathroom. I couldn’t resist the surprise.”

“And I’m already looking forward to more,” the blond god said, winking at Jackson. “But, for now, guys, there’s pizza in the kitchen. Come on, before Bud eats it all.”

After dinner, the guys talked late into the night. Bud and Leif agreed that Jackson would make an excellent addition to their family. The guys started making rough plans for a party the next week to introduce Jackson around and get him in with the rest of their clan.

“We can get re-acquainted tomorrow night,” Leif told Jackson as he stood up from the table. “Dad, I think you and I should head out for a little bit and give these guys a little more time alone together.” Before the two brothers could say much more, the father and son were out the door and on their way to some underground club. Colton fixed up another rig for each of them.

“Will you teach me how to do it?” Jackson asked. Carefully, Colton gave Jackson instructions and guided him in finding a good vein and testing it out. He made sure that the two of them did everything together. After the wave rushed over them, Colton watched as Jackson drew some of his own blood. Meticulously, Jackson prepped Colton’s arm and then pressed the crimson slam into his veins. Setting the needle back on the table behind them, Jackson smiled at his only slightly shocked brother. “Blood brothers,” he said.

The wicked grin returned to Colton’s face. “Blood brothers,” he repeated and pulled Jackson into a deep kiss.

[mike43]

This is so hot keep going

[SlimNotShady]

Brilliant horny writing... Can't wait for more...

cheers.

[hole4cocks]

Wow. Bug chasing, incest, AND sub/Dom relationships in one story? Fucking love it! If only i had a brother and step dad to turn me into a poz pig just like Jackson. Looking forward to more.

[surryboi]

Hot story, looking forward to the next chapter.

[Bttm2go]

Fuck this is hot. Please post some more...thanks!

[Guest puprebel]

Thanks for all of the support, guys. Just a dirty mind at work. All of the above story was written in a couple of days when it first got into my mind. From here on out it will be just as more comes. Which, for right now, is here. This chapter has a lot of piss play, just FYI.

Chapter 7

Jackson sat up, placing his feet on the floor beside his bed. He could feel cum still leaking out of his ass, adding to what was already dried on himself and his sheets. It had been nearly two weeks since he’d discovered a new life with his brother. Today, he knew it was real, though. It had started last night, but today he woke up feeling the full effects of the flu he was anxiously awaiting. Smiling, he laid his naked body down on the warm floor and fell back asleep in the sunlight that was streaming through the window.

Jackson’s mind filled with dreams – dreams that had recently changed. Dark dreams that always had him waking up dripping sweat with a throbbing hard-on. But today, instead of dreaming about begging for toxic seed, Jackson was dreaming about fucking his own dirty load into some tight hole. The dream bottom’s ass was rippling with every thrust of Jackson’s hips. The words “poz me” echoed through his mind and Jackson opened his eyes just as his cock erupted its load into his bedroom carpet.

“Fuck me,” he exclaimed as his orgasm subsided.

“About time you got up,” he was greeted when he went into the living room. Jackson grinned at Brad, sitting on the couch. Brad was one of the many guests at the party the guys had for Jackson. He was a handsome guy in his twenties, furry chested with a full beard, shaved head, intensely dark eyes, and a thick 8” cock – the latter now the subject of an oral exam being administered by Colton.

“Maybe,” Jackson said, sitting down beside Brad on the couch, “but I felt like I deserved a day to sleep in.” Brad smiled, knowingly. With his right hand, he pulled Colton’s bobbing head off his cock.

“Take a rest there, dude. I think your brother’s got the fuck flu.”

“Dude,” Colton said, looking up at his brother, “you do look like you don’t feel good.”

“Like shit,” Jackson told them. “But is it weird that I think it’s got me even hornier just knowing why?”

“Not at all, man,” Brad said. He picked up a glass pipe off the table beside him and passed it to Jackson. “Here, man. We’ve been going since early this morning. Smoke that shit for a bit and just kick back. You, bitch,” he continued to Colton, “show your brother some affection.”

Jackson took the cloud into his lungs as his brother crawled between his legs. They locked eyes as his cock disappeared between Colton’s lips. Brad got up and moved to a chair across from the two, sitting back down with his own front row seat, stroking his own hard shaft.

“I don’t need to cum,” Jackson confessed as the smoke dissipated.

“I know,” Colton replied, “I can taste the remnants of your load leaking out of your piss slit.”

“Want more from there?” the younger brother asked. Colton smiled up at him.

“Slam me first?” the slutty bottom boy almost begged. He had learned quickly how much he loved the feeling of warm piss running over his body just as he was rushing into the start of a great high.

The boys decided to go out by the pool and continue their fun somewhere it might be a little easier to clean-up. Bud had made sure that the back yard was well secluded from the prying eyes of neighbors, making the pool a great place to sunbathe, skinny dip, get your cock sucked, get gang banged, do drugs and get covered in a man’s urine – y’know... the usual. The three of them left their clothes lying in the living room floor, grabbing their stash and heading out to the deck. Brad fixed the rigs while Colton explored Jackson’s ass with his tongue, cleaning his brother’s entire backside of dried cum from the night before.

“I love that you don’t clean up after a fuck,” Colton said, coming up for air.

“I love that you’re a filthy little slut,” his brother replied. Jackson tied off Colton’s arm as Brad was finishing up.

“Let me do it,” the hairy stud offered. “That way you can just piss when you need to.” He knelt down beside his friend and carefully pressed the needle into his arm. Jackson watched as the slam was given. Brad untied the tourniquet, Colton’s eyes flashed, a cough, Colton’s body shook and his hands started to explore, and Jackson sighed as he let loose a bright yellow stream of hot piss that splashed across his brother’s bare chest. Colton pushed himself down, more reclined into his chair, running his hands in the streams that ran across his body, covering him in a warm sensation that had his hands both racing to his cock. His head fall back and almost immediately a second hot stream splashed his open mouth.

Colton’s eyes lit up to see that Brad had joined, aiming his cock right at the bottom boy’s face. The slut was in piggy heaven as the smell of rank morning piss hit his nostrils. As Jackson’s stream died off, Colton closed his lips around the head of Brad’s dick, taking the last of it right into his mouth. When Brad had finished, he administered a slam to both Jackson and himself while Colton tried to gather as much piss off of his body as he could suck off of his fingers.

As Jackson’s rush hit him, he laid back onto a deck chair. Brad came and crashed beside him and, before they knew it, Colton had thrown a cushion between them and perched on his knees, between them. Colton’s hands explored both bodies before him, stroking their cocks, marveling at the similarities and differences of the men. He took each cock, in turn, into his mouth. Jackson coughed again, this time not from the drugs, but from his flu. He then saw Brad tap Colton on the back and sort of indicate Jackson in a way – he guessed to remind the boy of his brother’s situation.

“I know,” Colton smiled, both of his hands now exploring his brother’s body. He leaned over and kissed his brother’s dick. “This thing is poison now,” he grinned. Jackson looked down into his brother’s eyes which were, once again, like two black holes surrounded by a little circle of green then white. He couldn’t help but think about all the television depictions of demons with their solid black eyes. He, too, grinned as Colton’s tongue snaked out and stroked slowly up the underside of Jackson’s thick cock. He hadn’t realized until just then how hard he was, again. In fact, he realized that this was the hardest erection he’d had while slammed. He felt like a demon, and it was the hottest feeling he’d ever known.

“Poison,” Jackson mused aloud. “Don’t think you quite see it that way. To you, it’s fucking candy!”

Colton’s only reply was a soft moan as his mouth engulfed Jackson’s dick again. This time, he soaked it in spit and then got up and straddled his brother. In one quick motion, Colton had planted his ass balls-deep on his brother’s cock. He bounced up and down a couple of times before leaning down.

“Fuck me,” he whispered into Jackson’s ear. “Fuck me with that poison cock.” And with that, Jackson grabbed a hold of his brother’s ass and proceeded to pound his hole without mercy – just the way he’d always loved. The high continued to rush over him, feeling somewhat different with the flu fogging his head, but also intensified knowing just what that flu meant. He let up just a moment when he looked over and saw Brad stroking his cock.

“Wanna join?” Jackson asked, spreading Colton’s ass cheeks apart to show his open hole filled with cock.

“Fuck yeah!” Brad replied, and he lined up behind Colton’s ass. He lubed his cock with his own spit and then pressed the head into the already-occupied hole.

“Fuck!” Colton groaned in pleasure as the second cock sank firmly into his ass. Yet another feeling Colton had grown to love, even better when it was two broad guys like Brad and his brother pressing his lean frame between them.

The two alternated fucking his hole back and forth and then truly double fucked him. The slut was bouncing happily on the two dicks in any position the three of them could manage to make it work. The two tops were laying ass-to-ass with Colton riding them sideways when they hit the spot that caused him to let loose his own bladder, splashing a yellow puddle onto the deck at his feet. It wasn’t long after that before Brad pulled his dick from Colton’s hole and started stroking his cock vigorously.

“I’m gonna fucking blast,” he said, simply, “and I wanna do it on your slut face.” And he walked up, placing his cock right at check level with Colton.

Jackson continued to pound his brother as he watched Colton open his mouth wide in anticipation of the load he was about to receive. Brad held one hand around the boy’s throat as he continued to beat his cock into submission. The bottom’s face grew redder, his cock harder, until finally the hand around his throat released and his face was showered with ropes of cum. The hunk before him cursed and shivered until finally crashing back down onto a deck chair. With that, Jackson increased his speed, looking up into his brother’s deep eyes. As if in high-speed, Jackson flipped Colton onto the deck, doggy-style fucking him while pressing his face down into the puddle the boy had made earlier.

“Lap it up, bitch,” the top ordered, clearly getting off on being in charge, again. Colton obeyed, sucking as much of his own piss off the wood as he possibly could. “I’m gonna breed you,” Jackson huffed, “I’m gonna fucking breed you. You want that, bitch?”

“Yeah,” Colton begged.

“You want that demon seed?” Jackson was loving this. This was what he needed. Colton had been right – it was freedom. Freedom to finally be completely open with the dirty pig he was deep down. “Take my poison.” He grunted, and finally planted his load deep within his brother’s gaping ass.

[Bttm2go]

I love stories like this. Please keep them coming. I know it's a lot of work. Thanks!

[mike43]

mmmm this story is sooo hot

[NJCPig]

Anyone else get the feeling this could be a followup to "Stepdad gets a Pig"? Maybe just a few years later when the pig has been well trained by Bud. In "Stepdad..." they don't have a younger brother, or the son Leif away at college, but the pig who never gets named that I can remember gets woken up on his 18th birthday by his stepdad named Bud who starts training him to be a t-fueled, sub, begging for Bud's fluids. The other story particularly talks about the Pigs pleasure in taking piss as does this one. The two stories were written by separate people but with just a little editing they would make a very hot story arc that would cover about 4-6 years.