A/N: Warning: Slight non-con and other sadomasochistic themes.
Welcome. I'm going to try to do more one-shots. Hopefully.
I have a lot planned, but you guys know me. All planning, no time to actually write. ;]
Anyway, there is absolutely no point or plot to this one-shot. PWP (Porn-Without-Plot) and all that. I hope you all enjoy it anyway! Leave a review and we'll see about whether or not one-shots are my thing.
My brother Seth is about two years younger than me. Fifteen, good looking, light hair, blue eyes. And he is a little brat. That disgustingly atrocious smirk he's wearing – like nobody could hurt a damn hair on his head – is because he's just come out of the closet to my parents and he knows there's not a fucking thing they can do about it. Also, I should mention that by "came out of the closet" it was more like the whole famdamnily, myself included, walked in on his little horny teenage makeout session with a kid I'd never seen before.
"Seth – I – what – "
Little Seth rolled his eyes, sitting back against the couch with both hands draped over the back. He did this whole "king-shit" routine a lot. "Re-lax, Mother."
Perhaps to distract myself from this vomit-inducing act, I turned my attention to the kid beside him. He looked around my brother's age, possibly younger, and far from looking like he didn't give a fuck – such as Seth was claiming now to my parents – he looked an absolute mess. Frozen in horror; disheveled; several buttons on his shirt open that he didn't even bother to try and do up. One hand – small, girly – was still tangled in Seth's shirt and dark brown bangs fell into his eyes to hide his face. The little bit of it I could see was completely flushed. And, upon closer look, he was shaking; the fingers that were curled into my brother's shirt twitching uncontrollably as he hid himself and his shame.
Just a little fucking bitch.
My heart thumped loud and hard against my chest at the thought, sweeping blood to all of the exciting places in my body.
He could tell I was looking right at him, and one soft brown eye met mine through the curtain of hair. Then upon noticing my glare he immediately ducked his head behind my brother's arm and hid himself completely.
"Fucking queers," I said out loud, interrupting a heated discussion between Mom and Seth.
Seth looked pissed at me, but I mostly just wanted to see if the new kid would react because a strong feeling was moving through me quickly. I wanted - no - needed to expose more of my brother's friend.
"Seriously. If you want to fuck your friends at least go to your room or something. Nobody wants to see that."
"Miles!" It was my Mom's turn to shout at me. "Go wait in the kitchen. Lord..."
That was a habit of hers. Always saying "Lord this" and "Lord that". Right now she was probably begging the Lord for forgiveness of me and my brother. Or begging to rewind time so that we didn't have walk in on my little brother trying to get it on.
"What about him?" I asked, nodding in the direction of Seth's friend. The kid bristled alarmingly at the attention being cast upon him, looking back at me uncertainly with frightened brown eyes. His fingers finally let go of Seth only to twist themselves nervously in circles as we all turned our attention to him.
"Oh... right... I'm going to have a talk with Seth. Please wait outside."
I couldn't help the lecherous grin on my face as the boy with shaky legs tried to stand and leave. Seth caught on.
"Miles you better not fucking do anything."
The sweet boy was walking right up to me – right into my hands.
"Seth! Language!" Mom screeched.
"But moooom! Look, he's up to something!"
Shit, I had to hide my obvious lust. I tried to turn my smile into a much less frightening, and more reassuring one, as the boy hovered inches away from me. Closer, that's it...
"Suck it, you fag," I replied to Seth, doing a rather rude and inappropriate gesture with my hips. My mother nearly lost her damn mind.
"MILES. GET. OUT. NOW!"
"Fine fine, I'm outta here." They didn't have to tell me twice now that I had my prey. As soon as we were out of the den my mother shut the door and the screaming began.
I took three steps down the hall before turning around and staring at the pathetically weak form in front of me. It was only a few minutes ago that he had been crying out, lost in some pleasure that - Lord only knew how - my brother had cast upon him.
"Name?" I asked. He jumped, crossing his arms nervously over his body as if only now aware that he was a disheveled piece of crap. His mouth opened and moved along with a sound that I couldn't make out. I frowned, leaning closer. "The fuck is your name?" I repeated, growing impatient. I only had a short window of time to twist this kid up.
"You're a fucking mess, Tyler," I breathed, eyes hooded as I cherished the look of terror in his cute little face.
Eyes frozen – panicked– as they looked into mine; confused, wondering if I was joking. My tone remained soft, but still harsh.
"Did you like my brother's fingers up your ass, Tyler?" His entire face burned an incredibly deeper shade of red. Shit, it was so nice; Tyler looking all terrified - physically trembling as I cornered him... maybe I was just a little pissed that he wasn't answering my fucking question. "I'm waiting."
Trembling hands went up against my chest as I leaned towards him.
Even though he was still scared he had at least some sanity to protect himself; but the hands did nothing to stop me as I whispered really low into his ear, excited at all of his precious reactions. A desire stirred deeply inside of me to break this fucking kid as he let out a scared little whimper at my closeness.
"If you want it that bad, I'll give it to you even better." This reckless desire building in me was almost to the point of overflowing. Not that it was a bother. I wasn't the best guy ever. In fact, I had been told numerous times that I was a psycho - and a fucking asshole - and all those pleasant things in-between. "I'll fuck your slutty ass so good."
Maybe it was the fact that he was my stupid brother's play thing. I was always going around stealing what was his.
Tyler whimpered again as I thumbed the hair out of his eyes, pressing him to the wall; his back hitting it with a thud as I ran my fingers along his face. His eyes closed and his breath hitched in panicked gasps as I tried to touch all of him.
"Open your eyes," I demanded. They stayed stubbornly shut. "You know, you have a face I want to cum on," I said nastily. "But you're probably used to that right Tyler? Look how nice your skin is. I bet you just can't wait for me to coat you in it."
They opened. And oh god I was already feeling like I wanted to tear into him; break him; fuck him so hard he screamed under me.
"Wh-why are you –"
"Shutup. How old are you?"
He choked on a bit of his own panic, hiccupping and turning his head away from me. "F-fourteen..."
"Don't look away from me," I demanded, pulling his face back to look at properly. Shit. Too young right? "Tell me what you were doing with Seth."
My hand shook this time; shook from an anger that was pumping through me fast at this disobedient piece of trash. I had to contain myself. I didn't want to hurt him. Not yet - but if he lied to me again so help me...
"Nothing?" I repeated, questioning with a dangerous whisper. "You call it nothing when you get fingered like a bitch on someone's living room couch, huh?"
"I'll ask you again, and don't fucking lie to me. What were you doing with my brother?"
Maybe I could hurt him a little - or rather, my hand was already pressing roughly against his throat causing his nice brown eyes to bulge out a little in a panic. Tyler's hands pulled at mine desperately, whimpering as I cut off his circulation for a moment, desperate to throttle out the words I wanted to hear. Just. Fucking. Say it. "Spit it out, Tyler. You can do it, come on."
I let him go and he gasped, head dizzy and drooping onto my shoulder. I pressed into him again, leaving him nowhere to go; cutting off any escape.
"I-I just came here for homework," he finally answered, although his words were coarse and breaking with a sharp sob. "H-he started it."
My eyes narrowed as he started to cry; brown eyes glistening with tears. I grabbed his hair, slamming his head back into the wall and looking straight into them, scrutinizing every brown speck.
"You're telling me that my brother forced you?" Couldn't be true. Seth was a fairy fucking princess compared to me; he couldn't hurt anything even if he tried.
Teary brown eyes looked back into mine as Tyler nodded helplessly.
"Well I guess it runs in the family," I said before pressing my lips against this little bitch. He writhed against me, trying to push me off, but I held him close and bit his lips so that he'd open up for me. Ugh, it was always so good when they fought back...
"Mmf – stop!"
Because, when they stopped fighting - and they always did at some point - it made me swell with incomparable satisfaction. I tongued Tyler so hard he almost fell to his knees and I moaned possessively when I felt him kiss me back. What a liar. What a fucking horny, slutty liar. He wanted this so bad... not even knowing what he was in for...
His hands – long forgotten against my chest from trying to push me away – suddenly curled around the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss so that our teeth gnashed and my tongue couldn't go any further into his small mouth. He sucked on it as I grabbed his hips, pulling him tight against me; rubbing my aching, hot hard-on against him... uggh, Jesus fucking Christ - I wanted to make this bitch mine.
"Just what I thought," I said, coming up for air and trailing my tongue down his neck. The shouting had stopped in the den; I could only hear quiet murmuring indicating our time was almost up. It was too fucking bad because Tyler was really enjoying it.
"There we go, now you're being good for me," I commented, sucking and biting on his flesh – leaving a very noticeable mark just to piss Seth off. The idea made me almost lose it and the kid seemed to know because he ground hard against me, getting pleasure from the friction of our jeans. "If you know what's good for you," I began, as the door to the den opened. "You'll stay away from me." And then I tore myself away with the last ounce of willpower I had left.
That was fun.
Watching Seth pace back and forth in detention was getting on my nerves. Let me tell you first-hand, he is really good looking. So good looking, in fact, that I used to think he was the hottest guy I'd ever known.
Until two days ago when I'd had the somewhat unfortunate encounter with his brother Miles. Miles was like a God in comparison. A really fit God – toned muscles the whole way down if you get me – with the sexiest grey eyes. "Nnn."
"Tyler, you better not be thinking about him," Seth said, stopping in the middle of his pacing and giving me a suspicious glare.
"I'm not," I lied quickly, smiling so he would be reassured. Poor Seth. I mean, it wasn't like we were dating exclusively or anything. We were just sex friends, and even that definition of our relationship was stretching it because – here's the kicker – we'd never had sex.
"Good, because he's a psycho," Seth said resolutely for the millionth time. "And he'll treat you like shit. He treats everyone like toys, like pieces of meat he can play with. That's exactly what he'll do to you."
The strength of Seth's warning made me quietly reflect the actions of his older brother. Sure, it was pretty peculiar behavior. I mean, what right-minded individual would attack their brother's friend? The words slut and bitch echoed along the memory of our encounter - but he'd really done a number on me and even though I tried to take Seth's words to heart, my body just didn't want to forget about the magnetism between us.
"Anyway," I began, clearing my throat and indicating that there were better topics out there. "Just chill out and sit down. Miss Marge will be in any minute."
Reminding him of the present situation was a good way to get him off my back about Miles. Ever since he'd viciously made out with me Seth had been flying up the wall about it, and I really just wanted to sit and let the memories of those hands bruising my hips flow through me freely for a minute uninterrupted.
"You're doing it again," Seth sighed, finally taking my advice and sitting down in the desk directly in front of me. "My mom almost killed me the other day, yea? And now detention. Fuck my life."
"Could be worse," I reminded, my eyes settling on his reluctantly. They were disappointingly blue, but actually if I went a little cross-eyed it really made Seth look like Miles a little more...
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Set your damn eyes straight you idiot," Seth hissed, smacking me in the side of the head. "How could it be any worse? If you stopped skipping class to make out with people, we wouldn't be in this situation!"
Of course Seth would be just a little mad. He had been looking for me – out of concern, or even jealousy – and simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time when Miss Marge caught us all skipping class. This included Wes Hinton, the senior I had been trying to get it on with. It's not like I wanted to... it's just his body was so much like Miles that it was easy to get caught up in it.
"I can't help it," I began, throwing my hands up in the air dramatically. "Ever since your brother I've just craved some tall dark and handsome to hold me down and have his way with me!"
Seth wrinkled his nose, as if I suddenly smelled sour. "You are disgusting."
"Can I come over today?" I asked – but I only had a split second to see the dangerous look Seth gave me before his head whipped towards the opening door.
Miss Marge, followed by the notorious senior student I was now rumored to be dating, entered the room. Wes Hinton rolled his eyes at us as he sat down as far away as possible; then he stretched, slumped over his textbook and began to sleep.
"Tyler, move to the back please," Miss Marge snapped, taking a seat at the front of the classroom so she could supervise the detention.
"But I was here first," I explained. My whining fell on deaf ears. Seth just smiled smugly as I got up and stomped to the back of the classroom. There I stayed in silence for twenty minutes before a crumpled piece of paper hit me directly in the face.
I glanced around the room, but Seth was faced forwards like a good boy and Wes was way too far away. So I opened it to reveal a rather crude drawing of what looked like me and Miles getting it on. Below, the words "not on my watch" were in capital letters.
I had to laugh at the drawing, even if I was horribly misrepresented.
But then I sighed wistfully, knowing it was true. If Seth had his way, he wouldn't let me get close to Miles at all and if that was the case then just how was I going to see him? How was I going to fill this lusting ache deep in the pit of my stomach?
It was getting unbearable.
I didn't know what I could do to make Tyler shut up about Miles. Every day it was the same thing. "Can I come over?" and "How's your brother?" I felt close to snapping, but knew even if I did, the anger would be short and sweet. There was no way I would ever be able to channel my intensity the way Miles did, and that was clearly what Tyler wanted.
It didn't make sense to me. What kind of person in their right mind wanted someone who was obviously a psychopath? Miles did not know the meaning of the word love, and he carried no sense of sympathy or empathy for anyone.
I should know better than anyone else. I was the one who had to suffer with him my whole life.
Tyler didn't know what he was getting into.
I pondered these things as I sat with a beer on someone's basement couch. Tyler and I attended a lot of parties and both of us were pretty hammered at the moment. Tyler was off somewhere – probably trying to get lucky – and I was left alone wondering just how we were going to finish the night. My house was closest at five minutes away walking. However, I was still hesitant about bringing him home with me. Who was to say that Miles wouldn't steal him away again?
And what was the underlying cause of my unwillingness to let them see each other? Was it because I wanted to keep Tyler for myself, or was it really because I cared for his well being? He was the closest thing I had to a best friend. Just because we jerked off together a couple times didn't mean I had any claim on him whatsoever.
"Don't think so hard, you'll get wrinkles," Tyler said, appearing out of nowhere on the couch beside me. I could feel the alcohol running through my bloodstream, making it hard to turn and face him.
"Hey, are you coming to my place after this?" I asked.
Tyler's eyes widened. "Really?" He shot up to his feet, lost balance, and toppled to the ground before grabbing both of my kneecaps and resting his head on my lap. "Let's go now."
I didn't have many friends. In fact, I only had one, Vicky, and she was usually busy on weekends being a general whore and such. So it wasn't strange to be playing Call of Duty till four o'clock in the morning on Saturdays due to this suffering, incurable boredom.
"Fuck!" I shouted, getting sniped to shit and dying. I threw the controller away from me and turned off the Xbox. Screw it, I had enough of the game; it was making me angry. I felt the rage settling under the skin – itching; licking; burning.
Then after a moment, it passed, and the release was freeing - like I had come up for water or something. This was normally how it went. Take a breath and it was over. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and checked my phone. Not only did the clock indicate that it was four thirty, but also that I had a missed message. I opened it to see a quick reply from an earlier conversation with Vick.
I laughed short and quick.
Him* you mean.
My door opened as I stared at the phone's screen and I turned to see who it was. It was too dark, and my eyes weren't adjusting fast enough so I turned on the lamp. At first I thought it was Seth, and I almost opened my mouth to tell him to get lost, but then Tyler stepped into the light and my heart pumped excitedly.
A moment of silence, then, noticing him stumbling forwards, "Are you drunk?" As he stood in front of me he wobbled slightly to and fro. He shook his head, then took another few steps toward me just as I sat up and swung my legs over the bed. "You trying to make me fuck you like this? You're a drunk fourteen year-old."
But did I care to the point where I wouldn't? Probably not. Tyler was a fucking treat, and I really wanted to enjoy him again.
"Nn, not drunk," he insisted in a murmur, crawling onto my lap. He straddled one of my legs and bent forwards, smelling fruity and mouth-watering.
Damn. What a fucking kitten. He started kissing my neck sloppily, too drunk to do a good job - but needless to say his tongue did the trick as it circled right under my earlobe, sending hot thrills down to my dick.
"You're going to regret this. I told you to stay away," I warned. My hand swept along his side, eliciting a trembling whimper as it wrapped around his back and brought him forwards slightly. I really didn't care how I fucked him as long as I did.
"Mm-miles," he slurred, grinding against my leg because he was too fucking horny to wait just a second.
Head swimming, I lost control. Seth didn't deserve this beautiful creature. Tyler was surely mine to own and do with as I pleased. I wanted to lick and bite and torture this bitch until he saw fucking stars when he came. I wanted to pound him so hard Seth would hear him calling my name two doors down.
I slid Tyler's shirt up, grabbing at his pale, soft skin and thumbing his rib cage as my other hand worked at his belt. Clothes needed to come off and I whipped the belt to the other side of the room. It clinked and hit the ground just as I worked on unbuttoning his jeans. It was hard because Tyler kept rocking his hips against me, hands digging into my hair needily.
"Can't get enough of me, bitch?" I asked, holding his hips for a second. Tyler whined senselessly against me, keeping as still as possible until I finally worked his jeans open.
As I slid them down, he kicked them completely off and my hands snatched at his soft thighs, spinning him around and pinning him to the bed. His brown eyes were closed, lost in some delirious drunken pleasure as I lowered my weight on him, trying to suffocate every thought other than me out of his head.
"Wasn't Seth good enough?" I breathed against his ear. He shook his head back and forth, trying to raise his hips against me but I was trying to get my own jeans off so he would have to be patient. "Or maybe you're the type who just needs another cock in his ass. I don't like being sloppy seconds you know..."
"I – never – Seth," Tyler said. I bit his ear just as he said my brother's name making him cry out and twist his hips helplessly underneath me. Finally done opening my jeans I knew there was only one way to see if this kitten was lying. He moaned as I tongued the bite to his ear, hands trembling in my hair until I flipped him over, ass up and head pressed against the mattress. Looking at it his pretty little face, I really did want to cum all over it . Something about it screamed and begged to be ruined, and I really wanted to be the one to do it.
My hands curled around his underwear and brought them down, exposing every bit of Tyler. I took his pale, soft globes of ass in my hands and squeezed hard; pulling the skin so it was white and then a fantastic shade of red; pulling them apart and admiring his pink little hole and his cute hairless crack. I was going to fucking lose it on Tyler.
"Mmm, please Miles."
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I wanted it so bad. What the hell was wrong with this kid? Already so good at begging.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair in a sudden, unexplained aggression, forcing his spine to arch. "Suck them you bitch," I demanded, pressing two fingers against Tyler's mouth. He didn't fight, simply obeyed without question and took them both in his mouth; coating them with saliva. I rubbed them against his warm tongue as blood swept south and my stomach twisted excitedly. "Use your fucking tongue, Tyler." He moaned senselessly against my digits, tongue swirling wetly between them.
I couldn't control the need to go deeper; my fingers practically moved on their own to the back of his throat until he gagged and I released him.
One hand grabbed him around the thigh, keeping his squirming hips in place as I took a wet finger and pushed it past his tight ring. He immediately resisted the intrusion, perhaps upon instinct, but it didn't matter to me. He must've liked it; why else would he provoke me? Tyler's face contorted in discomfort as I forced the finger deep into his hole. "Well look at that, you're actually pretty fucking tight for such a slut," I said as he took a sharp breath, sliding a second finger in and banging both of them in and out as he relaxed and accepted them.
It crossed my mind that he could've been a virgin. As I pulled my fingers out and worked them back in over and over I wondered just how possible that was. The kid was fourteen, so it was possible. But I had sex when I was his age, and he was a fucking slovenly, horny mess so it didn't seem unlikely.
As the saliva dried up, I twisted, remembering a bottle of lube I had stuffed in my night table a couple days ago. With the two fingers still working to loosen him, I opened the bottle and squeezed generously, making a huge difference. Within a minute I was finger-banging this bitch without remorse - and he was making these hot little noises that I couldn't distinguish between pain and pleasure. But it was most likely pain because he still seemed pretty tight. It was tough, even with the lube - almost ridiculous as I forced my digits roughly into him.
I warned him I wasn't going to be gentle.
"Like that, bitch?" I said, rubbing a spot so deep inside him he trembled with pleasure.
"Ahhhh, Miles – nnn, yesss... there!"
That did it. I couldn't hold back anymore - I had to give it to this slut, now. Pulling both fingers out, Tyler collapsed with a sob of need, turning over and kicking off his underwear the rest of the way. His eyes were open now, but they were hazy and he had trouble focusing on me as I poured lube all over my hand and worked it onto my cock. Even my own fucking slick touch had me wanting to cum at the sight of him.
I grabbed Tyler's ankle and hooked it on my shoulder, finding him unrealistically flexible. I pulled his skinny thighs closer so his ass was angled right off the bed and almost pressing against my leaking tip. Just as I was taking aim, a loud knock sounded on my door that startled Tyler, and I had to hold his leg to stop it from jerking away.
"Go away!" I snapped, knowing it was Seth. Who else could it be?
I looked back at Tyler and stared at his terrified face; just like the first day I found him - scared that he was caught being such a hot slut. Damn it had me throbbing at the fucking sight of him. Seth was trying to fuck it up for us, and the door was unlocked, but it was also kind of exciting. Let him catch us - I'd show him exactly how to fuck someone like you meant it.
I re-aimed, and with a roll of my hips, slid into that fucking tight, hot, wetness. Tyler half-gasped, half-moaned at the pain of me entering him; his fingers clawing into the bed sheets to steady himself. "That's right, hold on," I encouraged, pushing my cock deep.
Another knock, louder and more urgent this time. "Miles, is Tyler in there?"
"Yeah!" I replied, shameless, forcing myself even deeper into Tyler's tight ass inch by inch until it was all the fucking way in and he was swallowing me whole. I admired the sight of it as I pulled out - my cock looking huge compared to this skinny teen.
"Ssshhh - Mmm-iles"
"Ssh?" I repeated, groaning as I pushed back in - not as slow this time with a powerful thrust of my hips; eliciting a sharp moan from Tyler's open, panting mouth. "You don't want Seth to know I'm fucking you like this?"
"Can I talk to him?" came Seth's voice, and I made a mental note to beat him up later.
"Say something Tyler," I prompted, building rhythm now, but slower than I would have liked. I didn't want to tear him and have him bleed all over me, plus I would blow my load way too soon. I made sure to go to the hilt with every thrust, filling him completely every time - hitting his sweet spot so he'd cum all over himself getting fucked like this by me.
"I'm – hnnn – busy S-seth," Tyler gasped, basically using all of his strength to form a somewhat coherent response.
"Louder," I demanded, grinding in; knowing he was going to cum soon the way his dick twitched against his pale, skinny stomach.
"Aah, yes! Busy – nnn – BUSY!"
Fucking bitch... loved it so much... damn I could get used to him... ruining him over and over until he couldn't even stand... begging for my cock...
Tyler's ankle twisted and writhed against my shoulder as I held it in place - and I knew he was done for. A second later his body, every smooth, hairless inch of it, trembled as he came all over himself, both hands covering his mouth to silence a wild moan even though it was a bit for being shy and quiet.
Ugh, I loved this tortured look. His brown eyes were wide and horrified and he stared back at me pleading something I didn't understand. It almost sent me over the edge and it took every ounce of my incredible will power to pull out at the impending point of no return.
There was little I could do about the way things ended. I didn't mean to grab his face so roughly, but I had always intended on cumming hard on his pretty cheeks. "Ah fuck, open up Tyler." His mouth flew open without question, even as his soft brown eyes stared, confused; trusting me completely.
There was a voice Seth's - but it was too dull and faded to concentrate on.
All I could think about was jerking myself off fast and furious to this fucking face. I didn't care about anything else. I burned every inch of Tyler into my mind as I reached climax – balls tightening; pleasure bringing me to the breaking point as pearly white strings landed in his mouth, on his lips, down his chin, all over his rosy cheeks...
Just as I thought, it suited him nicely.
A/N: Okay so... please review! I hope you enjoyed it.
Don't be mad that I wrote this instead of an update elsewhere. This one-shot has helped me get motivated on my other stories more than you could imagine. n_n
If you want to read more about these three, or anything of that nature, please request to continue and I may in drabbles after some other stories are finished.