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It’s Dave’s thirteenth birthday and, as is tradition, Bro’s upped the ante in his gift-giving skills. Last year he’d given the kid the most expensive turntables on the market, this year is different. This year addresses Dave’s ascent into manhood and teenagerdom. There’s only one suitable gift for such an important transition in life: sex. Not just any sex, but the best sex of his young life. That’s hardly difficult with nothing to compare it to, but Bro wants to ruin Dave. He wants Dave to chase the high of it for the rest of his life.
Who better to show him the ropes than Bro himself?
It’d be a lie to say that Bro hasn’t been looking forward to this. The kid’s got a mouth on him, and he’s been anticipating the stunned silence, the broken screams and begging. A little humility will go a long way, and what better way to break his spirit than by fucking him out of his mind? All Bro needs now is to set his plan in action.
It starts with a meal (as is tradition). Bro picks up the chinese food from their favorite restaurant along with a few drinks. He drops the aphrodisiac in Dave’s cup and mixes it before handing it and the noodles off to the kid. It’s taken without much gratitude — entitled little shit — and then it’s just a waiting game.
Twenty minutes later finds Bro knocking on Dave’s door. There isn’t a response, but Bro has no qualms about entering whenever he wants. It’s his apartment, and Dave’s lucky to have any privacy when he doesn’t pay his fair share of the rent. The door smacks into the wall when Bro throws it open, and it’s almost endearing to find Dave curled up in his bed, his cheeks flushed, and his legs clamped together. He’s rocking ever so slightly, desperate for friction and relief. He won’t find that here , but Bro’s got just the thing to help.
“Bro,” Dave says, his eyes bleary and red-rimmed when he sees him. “Something’s wrong.”
Bro doesn’t bother with a response. Instead, he crosses the room to Dave and stoops low to pick him up. Dave’s a familiar dead weight in his arms, and Bro gives him an absent pat on the ass as he ducks out of Dave’s room (careful not to crack his head against the door frame) and heads towards his studio.
It’s where he gets all his work down for his porn site — not just the smuppets, but the amateur solo porn he does himself as a side hustle. “Bro?” comes Dave’s voice when he recognizes where Bro is taking him. The door rattles with the force with which he throws it open, but he pays it no heed as he steps inside. He’s painstakingly set up the room for this, setting out all of his most expensive cameras to cover each and every angle needed. They’re already recording, have been since he went to get Dave.
There, in the center of the room, is a cushioned table attached to a fucking machine. Bro settles a dazed Dave onto it, quickly strapping his wrists and ankles to ensure he can’t get away when he realizes what’s happening. “What the fuck , Bro?” Dave protests seconds later, pulling on his wrists to no avail. Bro pulls out a knife next. He takes the blade to Dave’s clothes, ripping his shirt open straight up the middle.
Bro’s greeted to a completely flat chest courtesy of the puberty blockers that Dave’s taking. His nipples are dusky pink, and Bro can’t resist leaning down to lave his tongue in a strip across the nearest one. Dave yelps, his body straining up across the bonds as he shudders helplessly. The tight bud is hard in Bro’s mouth, and he gives it a quick suckle before moving on, carefully cutting along the seams of Dave’s pants.
“What are you doing?” Dave protests, but his clothes come away in strips, and it takes a few minutes for Bro to peel them away from his body and drop them to the floor. Dave shivers when his nudity is exposed in the room, and it’s only then that Bro takes a moment to admire his body. He’s still young and so small, barely more than a child really, but there’s already muscle from his training with Bro.
Smoothing his fingers over Dave’s abs, Bro slides his hand down over the kid’s hip and over his pubic mound. As he dips in between the crease of his thighs and his fingers come away sticky wet from the build-up of slick on his cunt. Dave gasps, his eyes wide with shock as he stares at Bro speechlessly, his mouth a small “o” of surprise.
“This ain’t an all-you-can-eat buffet, Bro,” Dave says weakly, his voice strained and his hips juttering up to meet Bro’s touch despite his words. He’s panting heavily, struggling pointlessly against his binds. “Do you want a visit from Chris Hansen?”
“Looks like a mighty fine one to me,” Bro says, and he’s still touching Dave, his fingers sliding up to circle his clit and roll the bud between his finger and thumb. Dave whines, his eyelashes fluttering with pleasure as he arches into it. Using his thumb, Bro pulls back the clitoral hood and exposes the full nub of his clit. He rubs it firmly, fervently, until Dave is inarticulate with pleasure. He cums in under two minutes, his entire body tremulous and slumping back against the table.
“Happy birthday, Dave,” Bro says with amusement as the kid lays there panting, the shakes splicing through his legs and arms. He pulls his hand from Dave’s body, makes sure those red eyes are on him as he brings his slick-covered fingers to his mouth, and sucks away the strands sticking between his fingers and knuckles. “Let’s see how well you do against a fucking machine.”
“A — a what ?” Dave sputters. “Are you insane? I can’t — you can’t — ”
“Let’s get started,” Bro says, walking around the table. The machine (made specifically by Bro for this exact scenario) lifts with a little probing and locks into place once it’s firmly between Dave’s legs.
“Hey wait, Bro — ” Dave protests, trying to clamp his thighs shut and failing. “This is fucked up. I’ve never even — you can’t do this!”
“Watch me,” Bro says, lining up the machine so the bulbous head of the dildo is pressed firmly to Dave’s pussy. It’s firm against his entrance, straining into the hymen. The thin band of membrane rips immediately when Bro turns it on, but Dave doesn’t seem to notice, not when he’s so aroused and there’s an entire dildo inside him. He shouts, the sensation foreign and unwelcome, but not unlike a full-body ache, lightning shooting through his veins.
The fucking machine is set to the slowest setting, leisurely pounding into his cunt with enough force to jolt against his cervix. Bro can see the immediate change in Dave, the way his body tenses up with pleasure, how he goes from straining against the bonds to escape to trying to get closer. A self-satisfied smirk crosses his lips as he watches, a hand dropping to his own clothed cock.
Bro presses the heel of his hand against it firmly, giving himself a little friction as he watches Dave alternate between trying to escape and thrusting back against the dildo. Tears streak his cheeks, dribbling down into his hair, and that’s a good enough sign to turn up the setting as any other. Turning the crank, Bro sets the fucking machine to its medium setting and Dave immediately becomes a moaning mess, barely able to catch a breath outside all the squealing.
Unzipping his pants, Bro steps out of his black slacks and allows them to pool on the surrounding floor. He kicks them away from him, before hooking his fingers into the band of his boxers and yanking them down. Precome oozes from the glans of his cock, sticking him to his boxers. He winces as he tugs them off, dropping them into the same pile as his jeans. His shirt follows suit, and soon he’s as naked as Dave is, stroking himself idly as he watches his kid get fucked to well within an inch of his life.
Dave doesn’t seem to notice Bro’s nudity, too intent on the machine ramming into him with a loud slapping squelch. Slick drools from his cunt, smeared against his legs and pooling onto the table. He shifts positions, straining against the straps, and suddenly the machine changes angles and is fucking into his g-spot. Dave sobs, the sound loud in the silence of the room as he cums violently, his whole body seizing up with the intensity of the orgasm.
Bro whistles, dragging his thumb over the slit on the head of his cock as he steps closer. “You’re going to cum so much that you won’t remember your own name,” he tells Dave, stepping closer. He presses the head of his cock to Dave’s cheek, spreads his precome over the smooth skin and over to his lips. Dave’s mouth is slack enough for Bro to press his cock inside it and, almost as soon as he does, the kid moans and begins to suck like it’s a baby bottle, and he’s desperate for milk.
As Dave swallows down spit and pre, the fucking machine continues its relentless movements, thrusting into his cunt without hesitation. Dave whimpers around his cock, taking more of it into his mouth as he strains his body to get away from the machine. He’s oversensitive, Bro knows, but that’s the best time for a subsequent orgasm, so Bro encourages him, tipping his cock all the way down his throat. Dave coughs around it, gags, but he handles it beautifully, his throat convulsing as it attempts to swallow around the intrusion.
Pulling out to just the glans, Bro thrusts back inside of Dave’s mouth at the same time that the fucking machine does his pussy. He starts a rhythm of it, ignoring Dave’s lack of experience and the way his teeth occasionally scrape along his shaft. It feels good. Bro’s always been one for a little pain with his pleasure. He’s not ashamed to admit that CBT is right up his alley, though it’s rare that he finds a partner who’s not overly worried about hurting him.
“You have cock-sucking lips, baby boy,” Bro tells him around groan. He’s close to an orgasm of his own, and it shows in the wild little thrusts that gag Dave when Bro stuffs himself down his throat. “You were made to suck cock. My cock. You look fucking beautiful doing it.” Dave grunts, his eyes wet and wide as they stare up at him. Bro cums looking into his eyes, watches the way his pupils swallow his irises as he pulls out and shoots shot after shot on his face and neck.
“Bro,” Dave gasps, his voice hoarse from cock. “Let me out. It’s too much. I’m going to die if you don’t let me go.”
“You won’t die,” Bro tells him, amusement licking at his heels. He picks up the shredded remains of Dave’s shirt and wipes the cum off of him. “ — but you will be fucked stupid. You’re going to be incoherent by the time I come back.”
“Come back?” Dave asks, alarm in his voice. “Where are you going?”
“I need a shower,” Bro says, gesturing at his groin. “Then I’m going to fuck you. While I’m gone, I want you to think about it. Nothing compares to a real dick.”
“Bro, no — ” Dave starts, but it turns into a yelp when Bro cranks the fucking machine up to the highest setting. “Ah! Bro, oh god .”
With one last look thrown over his shoulder at Dave, Bro leaves the room.
* * *
An hour later, Bro gives a little rap on the door before he comes inside. Dave’s right where he left him; he’s no longer squirming or straining, just laying there dazedly while he mewls and whines. He doesn’t say anything when Bro joins his line of sight, obviously broken in the way Bro’d wanted him. His body is slick with sweat and his eyes are swollen, red from tears, and it’s one of the sexiest things that Bro’s ever seen.
Bro flips the switch on the fucking machine, turning it off. He maneuvers it back into place at the bottom of the table before he undoes Dave’s straps. The kid doesn’t protest or try to leap free but instead looks up at Bro exhaustedly. Bro takes a moment to lean in, to kiss him, and tastes the chinese food and cum on his tongue as they swirl around each other. His hands drift down Dave’s body, his nails dragging lightly over the smooth skin until Dave shudders.
Grabbing him by the hips, Bro pulls Dave’s limp body flush with his own, his legs on either side of him. His pussy is ravaged, engorged with blood and swollen from arousal. It’s vividly pink when Bro glances down at it, and he smirks as he grabs his dick, gives it a few strokes, and lines the cockhead up with Dave’s gaping opening. The first thrust inside is like heaven. Dave’s wet heat envelops him, and he bottoms out inside the kid, watches the soft gasp that shoots through him at the feel of a real cock versus a dildo.
“That’s it, baby boy,” Bro says, enjoying the way Dave’s cheeks flush, the way he only has eyes from Bro. “I’ve got you. Just one more fuck, and then I’ll give you a bath.” His fingers bite into the soft skin of Dave’s hips as he thrusts into his pussy. He shifts and angles himself ever so slightly, waits until the drag of his glans meets Dave’s A-spot before he lets himself go wild.
Pulling Dave up from the table, Bro carries him in his arms as he fucks up into him, drops the whole weight of his body down onto his cock while Dave clings to him, his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. “Bro, Bro, Bro,” he whimpers, his name a chant, an affirmation, against his neck. Bro shudders at the feeling of Dave’s breath there, pushes him up against the nearest wall, and jackhammers into him until he cums.
Hot cum spills into Dave’s cunt, into his uterus, and leaks down out of him and onto the floor. It pools there, a mess for Bro to clean later. Bro ignores it, ignores everything but the feeling of Dave’s small body pressed against his own. He’s so much larger than the kid that he completely encompasses his body, only Dave’s legs suggest there’s another person in front of Bro.
Bro’s legs shake as he pulls away, his dick deflating and dropping out of Dave’s thoroughly used hole. He’s tempted to lick it clean, to dig his finger into that pretty pink pussy and drag out all the cum there into his mouth. Instead, Bro carefully sinks to the floor, Dave in his lap and rests with his back against the wall. Dave looks so small, his legs on either side of Bro’s hips and his entire body exposed and used.
‘Mine,’ Bro thinks possessively, leaning down to seal his mouth over Dave’s neck. He sucks a hickey into life there, flicking his tongue over the delicate skin until it’s prettily bruised and impossible to miss. Grabbing Dave by the chin, Bro tips his head back and devours his mouth with his own. He still tastes like cum and Bro moans at the taste of it, at the knowledge of what he’s done.
‘Maybe,’ he thinks, ‘this will be the new family tradition.’