Chapter 2: Second part

Summary:

Things get kind of nasty but not too nasty I hope.

Notes:

I would like some feedback. Is it too much? Too little? What would you like to see?

In this story John is fifteen, Bro is thirty four, and Dave is seventeen.

Chapter Text

Bro takes off his coat, draping it across John's chair. He stands there just staring at the fifteen year old in front of him. Bro is thirty four years old, with blond hair that's been dyed slightly orange to distinguish himself from Dave. His hair is spiky, slicked back and sticking up in places. He's less likely to shave than Dave, and tonight he's got some scraggly, prickly hair on his chin, sideburns, and upper lip. John has to admit to himself that Bro is attractive in a gross, nasty sort of way. He's got scars all over his body and there's a maturity in his face even if it isn't evident in his psychotic demeanor. He's masculine, strong, and handsome. And to John, he's the scariest person in existence.

John doesn't know why Bro likes to watch him when he showers. Or when he sleeps or eats, or when he's not even doing anything. There will be nights where John is just trying to sleep, and he can see Bro standing over his bed, stroking his cock as he stares at John's form in the bed, the blankets thankfully covering his naked body. John stays very quiet on those nights, and will watch Bro masturbate over him. He has no idea why Bro touches him the way he does but he wishes he would stop. John doesn't think he's attractive enough to warrant Bro's unwanted...advances. He's a fifteen year old boy, all gangly limbs and acne and messy greasy hair and he's skinnier in places where he should be a bit meatier, but isn't. He's got glasses and buck teeth. Why would Bro feel any sexual attraction to him at all?

"Well? Aren't you going to give your daddy a kiss?" Bro asks, his hands on his hips.

John sighs and gets off the bed, and slowly walks over to him. Bro is taller than John, so John has to reach up on his tip toes and Bro has to bend down slightly so that John can kiss Bro on the cheek. John has to make sure he doesn't show any trepidation, or else Bro will get angry. Bro stays perfectly still as John pecks his lips softly against Bro's cheek. The second John pulls away Bro grabs him around the waist, turns him around, and pulls him close. John struggles a bit, until Bro has his arms wrapped tight around his body.

"Ah!" John exclaims as Bro licks his tongue up John's neck.

"Mmm, you taste sweet." Bro murmurs against him, his teeth scraping gently against the shell of John's ear.

John endures Bro's mouth sucking on his throat, his hands, roaming freely, exploring his chest his sides, his flaccid cock. He endures because he knows if he doesn't, Bro will hit him or lock him in the closet like last time.

When Bro lets him go, John turns around to look at him.

"I've got a treat for you pet." Bro says.

John raises an eyebrow. Dave brings him presents. Bro yells at him and beats him. John walks toward the door where the treat is. Bro flash steps in front of him, blocking his way out.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bro demands.

"Um, to get my treat?" John asks timidly.

Bro shakes his head. "Stay here in the room." He orders.

Bro leaves and John sits back on the bed. He wonders what kind of treat Bro has gotten him. He hopes it's a candy bar. Bro and Dave never have any candy in the apartment. Just pizza and soda. John wishes that it was a snickers bar. Snickers have always been his favorite.

Bro returns carrying a small black paper bag. So, not something as simple as a candy bar then.

"I went into the seedier part of town today. Went into a quaint little shop. And before I knew it, I saw something in there that I thought would be perfect for you." Bro explains. His voice is always deep and monotonous where John squeaks sometimes because he's going through puberty.

John is wary, like he always is when it comes to Bro. Bro comes over to John, kneeling in front of him; and pulls out the treat from the bag. John doesn't really know what this thing is. He takes it from Bro's hand, holding it in his own. The item is long, black, and plastic. One part is curved, while the other end has a long, soft, black hairy/furry tail thing attached to it.

"What...is this thing?" John asked, playing with it.

"It's a sex toy. Don't tell me you've been so sheltered you can't tell a butt plug when you see one." Bro scoffs.

Bro catches the toy before it falls to the floor after John drops it when he realizes what he's been touching.

"Why does it have a tail?" John asks.

Bro snickers and sits on the bed next to John.

"I did say this treat was for you. And you're our pet. I figured you should have the proper accessory." Bro explains.

"But a tail?" John questions, taking a hold of the plug again.

Bro gives him a lecherous look." You make such a good puppy."

John feels nervous.

"Get on all fours." Bro orders.

John does as he's told. He knows which position Bro wants him to get into. Face near the pillow, arms crossed, knees in, his ass up in the air at an angle. Bro climbs onto the bed kneeling behind him.

John cries out as he feels Bro's long fingers covered in lube, slowly entering his hole.

"Ow." John cries softly.

"Christ, you're tight tonight kid." Bro mutters.

Bro has three fingers inside John's ass, circling inside, exploring the tight hole. He pushes his fingers in and out, scissoring sometimes, or just twisting.

All John can do is whimper and cry out "Ow," every now and again.

When Bro was done, he pulled his fingers out with a loud, sticky popping sound.

"Time for your treat puppy." Bro tells him.

John tries to relax his body as best he can, but he's still unprepared when Bro pushes the butt plug inside of him.

"Ah, AH!" John cries out in pain and surprise.

His ass wasn't receptive to the plug, and Bro had to force it in. When he was done, Bro sat back and admired his work. John was trembling. The butt plug was long and big, and made John feel so full. He felt the black furry tail that was sticking out of his hole like a real dog's tail would.

"I didn't tell you the best part." Bro murmurs.

John listens to Bro pulling something out of his pants pockets. He hears a clicking noise, and then he's grabbing the pillow tightly and squealing because the plug inside of him is vibrating at an alarming rate.

"This thing is also a vibrator. And I have complete control over how much it vibrates." Bro tells him.

John looks behind him and sees the small controller in Bro's hand. Bro licks his lips, then clicks a switch one more time. This causes the plug to vibrate even more intensely, making John cry out, and causing his new tail to shake violently.

"Heh. That's right, wag that tail for your master, puppy." Bro murmurs, low and seductive.