When It All Changed
Chapter Two
What a sick joke of a human being I had become. I had willingly kneeled down in front of my younger brother and sucked his penis. I sucked him until he orgasmed and I loved it. I drank his sperm and wanted more. The experience had been so intense and pleasurable for me that I had had an orgasm without touching myself.
If I had been asked a few days ago if that was even possible I would have said no, but I was now learning that when that gargantuan penis was involved, nothing was impossible. That trunk of flesh and skin which jutted angrily from his crotch, which hung over a loose and wrinkled sack of testicles that glistened with sweat, had planted itself firmly at the center of my existence. As he had said, compared to his cock, I was nothing. And without it, I was nothing.
He had used me, drawing satisfaction from my submission to his potency. In reward I had been defiled. I was literally bathed in his semen.
I wanted to be used again.
His secretions still covered my body. He had gushed forth rivers of slimy ejaculate that now pooled on and around me. It felt to me like he had left me a gift. A gift that I wasn’t going to let go to waste.
I started scooping loads of his cum into my mouth and swallowing greedily. I tried to savor it as much as possible by holding it in my mouth but this proved to be impossible. I wanted it inside of me badly. I just couldn’t stop myself from swallowing the sperm as soon as it hit my tongue. Before long, I had gotten all I could off myself and was licking my hands clean.
Then I realized that there were still pools of cum on the floor. It didn’t even occur to me how pathetic I was being until I had lapped it all up.
It had taken me fewer than three days to go from a heterosexual college senior to a cocksucking cum addict who licked his brother’s jizz off the floor like a dog going for table scraps. Only dogs have more self-respect.
It’s tough to say how much spooge I consumed. And I say consumed because I didn’t really drink the stuff. It was so goddamn thick that swallowing took real effort. Judging by how full I felt though, I’d had quite a bit, and my stomach gurgled as if to remind me of this fact. I could only hope that it didn’t disagree with me.
Eating all of that cum must have been more work than I thought! I’d just woken up and already I felt tired, ready for bed. Time to go take a nap. I headed back to my room and crawled under the sheets. My body was still sticky with cum and I went to sleep thinking about what a cocksucker I was.
I woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the new day, as I’d apparently slept for over 20 hours. Unsurprisingly, I had to piss like crazy. I ran to the bathroom, but the door was closed. All of a sudden, I heard the fantastically loud sound of liquid splashing into liquid, and just as suddenly it was gone. He must have emptied his entire bladder in a couple seconds. I started wondering what he did with that package when he had to take a shit when the door opened and he was standing there just as he was the first time I saw him.
“When you’re done in there, I need to talk to you in the living room.”
I nodded my consent without taking my eyes off his cock, and as he walked past me it swung wide and brushed my leg. I moaned and came right there. He never looked back, and I was treated to the most awesome view of his ballsack hanging down between his legs until he turned the corner.
It took me forever to vacate my bladder, and I realized, there was one more way that he was better than me. For some reason my dick looked especially small today, but I chalked it up to the comparison.
I must be one of the most profoundly unlucky people in the world. The odds of being enslaved by your teenage brother’s penis while you’re on vacation from college are pretty much zero. It’s certainly not an every day occurrence. Enslaved. That was the first time I’d thought about it in those terms. It was true though. In fact, what was happening to me was probably worse than being a slave back in the day. I could actually feel aspects of my personality being eradicated, and my free will was nonexistent. Perversely, a not-insignificant part of me wanted this to happen, wanted to see just how far this would all go. Would I end up so devoid of will that I would be unable to function without his direct commands? Was his cum really addictive? Would I die without it? Only time would tell, and now it was time to go see my master.
When I entered the living room he was sitting on the sofa facing me, with his cock draped over his right thigh, which actually served to emphasize its enormity, as though I needed any reminder. His balls were so huge and low hanging that they drooped off the edge of the couch. As always, my penis hardened immediately upon sighting him and my gaze was fixed on his member.
Then, at his mental command, I’m sure, the beast started to engorge. His floppy monster cock became rigid as it rose and lifted itself off of his thigh until it was pointing straight at my face. It was like looking down the barrel of a gun. Or, more accurately, a cannon. This whole scene was too intense though, and was so in awe of his majesty that I fell to my knees and started crawling towards him on all fours.
I was doing exactly what he wanted, I knew. Crawling to my oppressor so that he could further debase me. Knowing this didn’t stop the excitement from building up inside of me as I got closer to him. The closer I got, the more I wanted what was coming, and the less I cared about what I was giving up. Dignity seemed like an obsolete concept when it had to compete against my need to submit.
His penis lowered itself so that I would have access to the head, and I went to work on worshipping it. Almost all of my energy was focused on his piss slit, because I knew it would be dispensing my reward. I even went so far as to stick my tongue up it, which was easy to do considering its size. I tasted just a bit of seminal residue which inspired me to redouble my efforts. But, much to my chagrin, his cock pulled away from me.
First, it reared up and stood vertically, and then began to relax into its more familiar but no less intimidating flaccid state. This was an unexpected and disappointing turn of events. The thought that I wouldn’t be receiving his load was practically heartbreaking. I actually had to choke back a sob.
Jason apparently had other plans for me though. “I know, I know buddy, and you’ll have it soon enough, but I need you to do something for me first.”
I couldn’t think of anything that I wouldn’t do for his cock.
“I need you to bring me Camille.” Camille? He wanted me to bring him my girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend, I suppose, given the recent changes that I’d undergone. Even so, I had once cared deeply for this girl, and now I was being instructed to deliver her to the same fate that was ruled by. Briefly it occurred to me that she might be able to resist him, perhaps even help me out of my predicament. Realistically though, I knew that wouldn’t be the case.
I was going to have to choose whether or not she would share my fate. This was my chance. I had to show that I still had the free will to say no. If I couldn’t, his power over me would truly be absolute.
The monster in his lap dared me to say no. “I won’t do it, I won’t bring her to you.” The words came out all at once and left me breathless, surprised and proud of myself for standing up to him.
But he was unconvinced. “Oh, I think you will.”
“No, I—“
SMACK!!
The blow to my face had been sharp and unexpected; it knocked me back a few inches. I couldn’t believe it; he had hit me in the face with his cock. Just as I had started to speak his penis had launched itself from his lap and struck me in the side of the face. It felt just like being punched, hard. Before I could make a move to protect myself it came flying at me again, and connected again. It looked soft and spongy lying there in his lap, but it was clearly not. If this kept going he could do some serious damage.
As if to confirm these sentiments, he lashed out with it again, and hit me even harder than before. The force was great enough to snap my head back and knock me onto my ass. He stood up so that his crotch was level with my head, with his deceptively soft dick sticking straight out. It then started rapidly whacking me, slapping my face back and forth.
“Do you understand now?” I did understand. I could not bring myself to raise a hand against him. Apparently the limits of my free will extended just far enough to allow me to sit passively while he beat me to death with his cock. “Do you really think that Dad took this sitting down?” He laughed uproariously. “Not at first anyway!”
I did understand. I hadn’t been able to defend myself because I didn’t have the will to raise my hand against his penis, not even to defend myself. If he had struck me with his hands I might have been able to stop him, but the will of his cock could not be denied. The worst part of all this was that even after the thrashing I’d just received, I still wanted to worship his meat. I still wanted to drink the cum that his huge balls held.
“I’ll do anything you want.”
“Of course you will. After all I’m hardly unreasonable.” His penis had relaxed and was back down around his knees. The foreskin covered up its thick head. “Before you go I have a reward for you, to show you just how reasonable I can be.” Unseen muscles flexed and his foreskin began to withdraw, seemingly of its own accord. His head was revealed in all its majesty, and his snake-like cock rose to my mouth.
His snake had charmed me and I was too captivated to move, but I didn’t have to, as his powerful dick forced my lips apart, and his testicles flexed, dumping a cupful of jizz into my eager mouth. It tasted so good that I shuddered uncontrollably. At the same time, it was totally indescribable. I had the feeling though that the flavor of his semen wasn’t actually something I would normally enjoy, however my body responded to the chemicals in it that I think I was fast becoming addicted to. How could something like this happen to me? How was it even physically possible? Were my brother’s nuts organic factories for some kind of super-addictive narcotic?
I was torn between the desire to savor the taste of his juice, and the equally powerful desire to swallow it and speed its introduction to my blood system. I swear I was actually getting high off this stuff. Eventually I did swallow and I was both elated and disappointed. An absurd bittersweet victory.
I wanted, no, needed more but none was forthcoming. He was withholding it until I accomplished my task. I couldn’t believe that just minutes ago I had refused to deliver my girlfriend to him. What had I been thinking? It wasn’t as though the request was unreasonable. Considering what I stood to gain upon its completion it was very reasonable indeed. How had I even contemplated refusing him? It was within my brother’s power to deny me everything I desired. How would I live without his penis? I might as well try to live without food or water. Maybe I could survive, but that kind of life hardly seemed worth living.
I didn’t have to tell Jason that I would do as he asked. He knew. All I had to do was pick up the phone and call.
“Hello, Camille?”
“Is that you—“
“Yes it’s me. Listen baby, we need to talk.”
“What happened the other night, are you okay?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Please, I need to see you.”
“Uh…”
“Camille, please, I really need to see you, can you come over?”
“Are you sure you’re okay, you don’t sound alright.”
I was starting to get irritated. Why couldn’t she just say yes, the dumb bitch. I wanted my goddamn reward.
“Yes, I’m fine. Now please. Come over, I need to see you.”
“Okay, I’ll come over right away. I’m worried about—“ I hung up.
Now that I had finished my task, I was once again focused on the only thing in the world I really cared about. It was hanging there, mocking me with its superiority. I couldn’t help but agree with it though. I was a pitiful little wretch with a pitiful little pencil dick. I wasn’t even fit to worship the godlike organ between my brother’s thighs. But as long as he allowed me to, I certainly would.
My face was buried in his sack. Licking his balls. Licking the underside of his cock. Hands jerking his foreskin, pulling it over the head and then letting it slide back. The scent: overwhelming. Blotting out my whole world. His cock was my whole world. Losing myself. Lost in the jungle of his pubic hair and the folds and valleys of skin that made up his giant scrotum. I could cover my entire face with his ballsack. The balls themselves were the size of grapefruits. The hung on either side of my head.
I could feel the masses of tubing inside the scrotum, through which copious amounts of sperm were now flowing, mixing with the pre-seminal fluid that was pouring from the head of his dick and running in rivers down my back. Yesterday I had been baptized in his cum and today I was bathing in it. What could I do but revel in the sheer joy of my position, kneeling here with my face enmeshed in the most prodigious nutsack imaginable and the world’s greatest specimen of manhood draped over my back.
All of my original negative emotions about this new turn of events in my life were fading. Right now I could only feel joy. Joy at being so close to the focus of all my desires. Before seeing my brother’s cock, there were so many things that I had wanted, many of which were out of reach. But now, after that fateful, defining moment of my life when I had walked in on him, everything I wanted was right in front of me. It was, in fact, cumming all over me.
The emotions that I felt towards his cock were more powerful than anything I had felt before. Could it be that I was actually in love with his penis?
As good as his sperm felt running down my back, I wanted it inside me. Regretfully, I had to withdraw my face from what seemed so much like paradise, and pull back. The feeling of his slippery limp dick sliding over my back sent shivers down my spine. In the end though it was all worth it, because when I brought his gushing fountain to my lips and my mouth filled with potent seed that I hungrily gulped down, all of my desires were sated at once.
I don’t know how long I remained in this position before the doorbell rang. Camille was here.