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Thanks for all the feedback guys. I finally got another chapter written, and I hope you like it. As before, all characters are over 18 years of age and entirely fictional.
Steele stepped out of the gym and onto the side street that led to his truck. The hot September night had persuaded him to leave his shirt in his bag, and the sweat from his recent workout still glistened on his chest. He was planning on running by Kevin’s house for a quickie before heading home and getting rest for the match the following day.
He was daydreaming of Kevin’s hot mouth on his cock when he turned the corner to his truck. The parking lot was dark and his truck was in a far corner. Steele reached for the handle of the door to his truck and climbed in. He reached for the ignition and turned the key, but nothing happened. A crackling sound caused him to look down, where wires hung under the dash, cut through. Someone had sabotaged his truck while he was in the gym.
While still processing this thought, A strong arm tightly gripped his throat and pulled him backwards against the seat. Fear ripped through the wrestler’s body, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. Someone’s face came close to his ear from behind, and a voice spoke.
“So you’re the stupid fuck who’s been embarrassing my brother.”
Steele lashed about wildly trying to get free, but whoever had him restrained was not letting go anytime soon. His captor reached around and grabbed the door handle. Still holding tightly onto the wrestler, he climbed out of the backseat of the truck and drug him into the parking lot. Steele got his first look at who would be his master for the next hour, and had it not been for the fear, his dick would have ripped his pants.
Beside his truck stood a Cody on steroids. The jock before him was obviously not a product of swimming, but rather football or weightlifting. His close shaven head was the same color blond as his brothers, and his arms and shoulders strained at his cut-off T-shirt. His short running shorts did to hide the package that was obviously excited about future plans. “Who are you?” Steele stammered weakly, gasping for breath in the jock’s grasp. “My name is Wes, but tonight you’ll be calling me sir.”
Wes pulled Steele around the back of the truck, and over to another parked farther in the shadows. With one powerful jerk, he catapulted the young wrestler into the bed of the truck. Steele felt something rough under his back, and realized there were ropes in the bed. Wes sat on top of his stomach, and he was so out of breath he could barely struggle. With a quick motion, his arms were lashed to the front of the truck bed. Despite his kicks, Wes managed to get his legs tied to the tailgate.
“Come on, brother, its time.”
Cody stepped out of the truck and smiled at his big brother. He climbed into the truck bed. “Sorry pal, I got a tired of always being the bottom guy.”
Wes smiled and reached over to put his arm around his brother. They locked eyes for a moment, and Steele caught something more than brotherly love in their stare. Then, Wes reached down and grabbed Steele’s shorts. With a powerful jerk, he ripped them in two, leaving him only in a ragged bare of blue briefs. Wes removed his shirt and reached over to pull Cody’s off for him. “You’re right bro, he is sexy.” Steele opened his mouth to shout, which was quickly answered by a gag that Wes tied tightly around his neck.
Wes turned back towards his brother. Steele recognized the small hard nipples and smooth wrestler’s stomach, and despite his fear he felt his cock stir at the memories. Then Wes stepped over the helpless wrestler and grabbed his brother. To Steele’s amazement, they locked in a passionate kiss. Wes pressed his entire body into his brother’s, and Cody began to grind his hips into the monster that held him. An obvious tent grew in the older brother’s shorts, and he pressed it into the stomach of the swimmer. “Careful bro, we can’t let him know,” Cody said. “Fuck him, after tonight he won’t utter a word.”
Wes grabbed his brother’s head and forced him to his knees. He pulled the waistband of his shorts and briefs down and let his cock spring free. Steele lay on the cold truck bed looking at a cock that rivaled his partner Kevin’s for perfection.
Wes was cut, unlike his brother, and hadn’t shaved his pubes like his swimmer sibling. The light dusting of hair was a pale shade of blond, and led to an 8” dick of pale flesh color. The head was swollen and dark purple at the end of his rock hard shaft. Wes smiled down at his brother. “Why don’t you warm me up before the fun starts.”
Cody obeyed, and spit on the head of his brother’s cock before slowly letting it slide down his throat. Cody worked up and down the shaft, engulfing the entire dick and burying his nose in the blond pubic hair. It looked to Steele as if this wasn’t the first time this particular member had been in this particular hole. At the base, Cody stopped and worked his throat muscles, causing Wes to groan and buckle at the knees. Without warning, he collapsed backwards onto the stomach of his captive, causing a rush of air to leave Steele’s still burning lungs. Cody followed, grinning, and continued his sucking. Cody reached down and pulled off his shorts, revealing a pair of string bikini briefs. “Only a fucking swimmer,” Steele thought. His crotch was even with the younger brother, and Cody began to grind his pelvis into Steele’s as he continued to service the Adonis.
As he sucked, Cody reached down and slipped his hand inside Steele’s ragged briefs, slowly jacking his dick inside the cotton. Steele shifted his weight in pleasure, causing the older brother to glance backwards. “Lay still,” he said forcefully, and turned back around. “I know he’s supposed to be our bitch bro, but he’s got a nice dick.” “Do what you want,” Wes said smiling, “He’s yours.” With that, he got off Steele’s stomach and moved to the back of the bed.
Cody continued jacking off the captive slowly. “If I take that gag off, you gonna play nice?” Steele nodded his head, and Cody removed the strap before returning his attention to the wrestler’s cock. He pulled the briefs down to Steele’s knees, then stood up and shucked his own. Cody’s uncut cock sprang free, the head pushing partially through the foreskin. He sat back down between Steele’s legs and laid his cock on top of the other’s. Cody wrapped his hands around both cocks and began to jack them simultaneously. When his head fully broke free of the foreskin, his whole body shuddered. “That’s hot bro.” Wes stepped over the pair, jacking his huge cock, and knelt at the front of the bed facing his brother. He began slapping Steele’s cheeks and lips with his cock, and Steele opened his mouth without protest.
Steele tilted his head back and Wes entered his hot mouth, face fucking him as he watched his brother’s efforts. All three boys began groaning softly, forgetting the master and captive roles and getting lost in their pleasure. Cody ground his pelvis into the wrestler’s one final time before taking a step back and removing the last of the bottom’s clothing. He tossed the briefs into the corner of the truck bed, and turned around. “Need some lube, bro.” Wes bent down and spat sparingly on his brother’s cock, then smeared it around with his tongue. “Have fun,” he said, and then resumed fucking Steele’s face.
Cody pulled his foreskin all the way back, laid Steele’s legs onto his shoulders and forced his cock into the waiting hole. Steele’s ass was extremely tight, he was obviously used to topping his partners. Cody’s suspicion was confirmed by a shout of pain from the wrestler, muffled by his brother’s cock still in his throat. Cody ignored the cry, and began pumping furiously. He leaned forward and kissed his brother again, deeper this time. Their tongues found each other’s and they stayed locked together passionately, never missing a stroke. When the kiss broke, the two brothers returned to their respective posts. Steele settled down and let them do their work.
Wes was the first. He let out a euphoric cry and pulled his spit-covered dick from the wrestler’s mouth. With a quick jerk, he came. The first stream hit his brother’s smooth stomach, followed by a second that hit the wrestler squarely on the head of his dick. The rest he pumped onto Steele’s face, coating his lips and neck with hot jiz.
The sensation of hot cum hitting his cockhead, followed by contact with his prostrate, caused Steele to explode next. He came without ever having touched his cock, coating his pecs and soft nipples with white cum. Wes smiled at his brother, “you bout ready champ?” Cody’s answer was a shout of pleasure. He yanked his dick from its hole and came the most forcefully of the three. Streams of jiz hit both boys in front of him, then the wrestler’s now soft cock and balls. He rolled his foreskin forward, milking the last of the hot cum onto his captive’s dick. The brothers smiled at each other.
“Now you know what its like to be under the action pal,” Wes said. He stood up, grabbed his brother under the shoulder and helped him to his feet. They jumped out of the truck bed, soft dicks now flopping in the wind. Cody grabbed the tailgate and let it down, and Wes yanked Steele by his feet onto the pavement. Steele got to his feet just in time to see the brothers getting into the cab of the truck naked and speeding out of the parking lot. “Damn,” Steele thought, “that wasn’t as bad as I thought.”
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Steele stepped out of the gym and onto the side street that led to his truck. The hot September night had persuaded him to leave his shirt in his bag, and the sweat from his recent workout still glistened on his chest. He was planning on running by Kevin’s house for a quickie before heading home and getting rest for the match the following day.
He was daydreaming of Kevin’s hot mouth on his cock when he turned the corner to his truck. The parking lot was dark and his truck was in a far corner. Steele reached for the handle of the door to his truck and climbed in. He reached for the ignition and turned the key, but nothing happened. A crackling sound caused him to look down, where wires hung under the dash, cut through. Someone had sabotaged his truck while he was in the gym.
While still processing this thought, A strong arm tightly gripped his throat and pulled him backwards against the seat. Fear ripped through the wrestler’s body, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. Someone’s face came close to his ear from behind, and a voice spoke.
“So you’re the stupid fuck who’s been embarrassing my brother.”
Steele lashed about wildly trying to get free, but whoever had him restrained was not letting go anytime soon. His captor reached around and grabbed the door handle. Still holding tightly onto the wrestler, he climbed out of the backseat of the truck and drug him into the parking lot. Steele got his first look at who would be his master for the next hour, and had it not been for the fear, his dick would have ripped his pants.
Beside his truck stood a Cody on steroids. The jock before him was obviously not a product of swimming, but rather football or weightlifting. His close shaven head was the same color blond as his brothers, and his arms and shoulders strained at his cut-off T-shirt. His short running shorts did to hide the package that was obviously excited about future plans. “Who are you?” Steele stammered weakly, gasping for breath in the jock’s grasp. “My name is Wes, but tonight you’ll be calling me sir.”
Wes pulled Steele around the back of the truck, and over to another parked farther in the shadows. With one powerful jerk, he catapulted the young wrestler into the bed of the truck. Steele felt something rough under his back, and realized there were ropes in the bed. Wes sat on top of his stomach, and he was so out of breath he could barely struggle. With a quick motion, his arms were lashed to the front of the truck bed. Despite his kicks, Wes managed to get his legs tied to the tailgate.
“Come on, brother, its time.”
Cody stepped out of the truck and smiled at his big brother. He climbed into the truck bed. “Sorry pal, I got a tired of always being the bottom guy.”
Wes smiled and reached over to put his arm around his brother. They locked eyes for a moment, and Steele caught something more than brotherly love in their stare. Then, Wes reached down and grabbed Steele’s shorts. With a powerful jerk, he ripped them in two, leaving him only in a ragged bare of blue briefs. Wes removed his shirt and reached over to pull Cody’s off for him. “You’re right bro, he is sexy.” Steele opened his mouth to shout, which was quickly answered by a gag that Wes tied tightly around his neck.
Wes turned back towards his brother. Steele recognized the small hard nipples and smooth wrestler’s stomach, and despite his fear he felt his cock stir at the memories. Then Wes stepped over the helpless wrestler and grabbed his brother. To Steele’s amazement, they locked in a passionate kiss. Wes pressed his entire body into his brother’s, and Cody began to grind his hips into the monster that held him. An obvious tent grew in the older brother’s shorts, and he pressed it into the stomach of the swimmer. “Careful bro, we can’t let him know,” Cody said. “Fuck him, after tonight he won’t utter a word.”
Wes grabbed his brother’s head and forced him to his knees. He pulled the waistband of his shorts and briefs down and let his cock spring free. Steele lay on the cold truck bed looking at a cock that rivaled his partner Kevin’s for perfection.
Wes was cut, unlike his brother, and hadn’t shaved his pubes like his swimmer sibling. The light dusting of hair was a pale shade of blond, and led to an 8” dick of pale flesh color. The head was swollen and dark purple at the end of his rock hard shaft. Wes smiled down at his brother. “Why don’t you warm me up before the fun starts.”
Cody obeyed, and spit on the head of his brother’s cock before slowly letting it slide down his throat. Cody worked up and down the shaft, engulfing the entire dick and burying his nose in the blond pubic hair. It looked to Steele as if this wasn’t the first time this particular member had been in this particular hole. At the base, Cody stopped and worked his throat muscles, causing Wes to groan and buckle at the knees. Without warning, he collapsed backwards onto the stomach of his captive, causing a rush of air to leave Steele’s still burning lungs. Cody followed, grinning, and continued his sucking. Cody reached down and pulled off his shorts, revealing a pair of string bikini briefs. “Only a fucking swimmer,” Steele thought. His crotch was even with the younger brother, and Cody began to grind his pelvis into Steele’s as he continued to service the Adonis.
As he sucked, Cody reached down and slipped his hand inside Steele’s ragged briefs, slowly jacking his dick inside the cotton. Steele shifted his weight in pleasure, causing the older brother to glance backwards. “Lay still,” he said forcefully, and turned back around. “I know he’s supposed to be our bitch bro, but he’s got a nice dick.” “Do what you want,” Wes said smiling, “He’s yours.” With that, he got off Steele’s stomach and moved to the back of the bed.
Cody continued jacking off the captive slowly. “If I take that gag off, you gonna play nice?” Steele nodded his head, and Cody removed the strap before returning his attention to the wrestler’s cock. He pulled the briefs down to Steele’s knees, then stood up and shucked his own. Cody’s uncut cock sprang free, the head pushing partially through the foreskin. He sat back down between Steele’s legs and laid his cock on top of the other’s. Cody wrapped his hands around both cocks and began to jack them simultaneously. When his head fully broke free of the foreskin, his whole body shuddered. “That’s hot bro.” Wes stepped over the pair, jacking his huge cock, and knelt at the front of the bed facing his brother. He began slapping Steele’s cheeks and lips with his cock, and Steele opened his mouth without protest.
Steele tilted his head back and Wes entered his hot mouth, face fucking him as he watched his brother’s efforts. All three boys began groaning softly, forgetting the master and captive roles and getting lost in their pleasure. Cody ground his pelvis into the wrestler’s one final time before taking a step back and removing the last of the bottom’s clothing. He tossed the briefs into the corner of the truck bed, and turned around. “Need some lube, bro.” Wes bent down and spat sparingly on his brother’s cock, then smeared it around with his tongue. “Have fun,” he said, and then resumed fucking Steele’s face.
Cody pulled his foreskin all the way back, laid Steele’s legs onto his shoulders and forced his cock into the waiting hole. Steele’s ass was extremely tight, he was obviously used to topping his partners. Cody’s suspicion was confirmed by a shout of pain from the wrestler, muffled by his brother’s cock still in his throat. Cody ignored the cry, and began pumping furiously. He leaned forward and kissed his brother again, deeper this time. Their tongues found each other’s and they stayed locked together passionately, never missing a stroke. When the kiss broke, the two brothers returned to their respective posts. Steele settled down and let them do their work.
Wes was the first. He let out a euphoric cry and pulled his spit-covered dick from the wrestler’s mouth. With a quick jerk, he came. The first stream hit his brother’s smooth stomach, followed by a second that hit the wrestler squarely on the head of his dick. The rest he pumped onto Steele’s face, coating his lips and neck with hot jiz.
The sensation of hot cum hitting his cockhead, followed by contact with his prostrate, caused Steele to explode next. He came without ever having touched his cock, coating his pecs and soft nipples with white cum. Wes smiled at his brother, “you bout ready champ?” Cody’s answer was a shout of pleasure. He yanked his dick from its hole and came the most forcefully of the three. Streams of jiz hit both boys in front of him, then the wrestler’s now soft cock and balls. He rolled his foreskin forward, milking the last of the hot cum onto his captive’s dick. The brothers smiled at each other.
“Now you know what its like to be under the action pal,” Wes said. He stood up, grabbed his brother under the shoulder and helped him to his feet. They jumped out of the truck bed, soft dicks now flopping in the wind. Cody grabbed the tailgate and let it down, and Wes yanked Steele by his feet onto the pavement. Steele got to his feet just in time to see the brothers getting into the cab of the truck naked and speeding out of the parking lot. “Damn,” Steele thought, “that wasn’t as bad as I thought.”
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