In the Pierce-Joy household, it was rare the weekend that the parents were home, for each was on their second marriage, experiencing the opportunities they had missed in the first.
Theo, their youngest son, didn't mind that.
By the contrary, he was quite happy with that predicament, in the way every eighteen-year-old young man wanted the house for themselves. No nagging, no parental concern, just kicking back on the couch in his loose, thin cotton shorts while playing his videogames, his feet enjoying the light breeze that wafted against his bare toes, which wiggled faintly by themselves, a pair of pale yet simply succulent thighs on full display with how far back his shorts were pulled due to his bent legs.
Theo had had it all in mind. A simple, chill afternoon playing his newest videogame, then ordering something to eat with his stepfather's' credit card, a shower, and he'd go out, determined to score some pussy.
Or, at least, if the sound of the front door slamming shut didn't make the young man immediately roll his eyes and scoff with annoyance, knowing those plans wouldn't go as smoothly as he had hoped.
"Hey, baby bro!"
That deep, yet jovial voice belonged to Theo's older stepbrother, Brock, a gargantuan hunk of sweaty meat in his early-to-mid twenties who had just returned from his jog, his own shorts barely containing at hiding an obscene bulge that seemed to be doing its best to try and escape its confines. His handsome, blue-eyed, Mediterranean-style tanned face was chiselled as if carved out of stone, always decorated with a handsome, friendly smile.
A smile that wasn't returned, with Theo still staring at his videogame, although with a visibly annoyed expression on his face.
"What's up, Teddy?" Brock asked as he plopped down on the couch.
"I already told you not to call me that." Theo replied with a rude scoff
Brock's smile didn't falter at that. After all, he was the very definition of a gentle giant, and more than used to dealing with his younger stepbrother's short temper and spoiled attitude.
"Don't be such a spoilsport, baby bro! Aren't you happy I'm home from college?" the hunk asked as he snaked a heavy bare arm around Theo's naked shoulders. "We got the whole weekend for ourselves, it's been quite a while!"
"And it's been perfect like that. Now get that arm off me, you stink!"
Instead of following Theo's wishes, however, Brock pulled the younger man towards him, locking his burly around his neck to entrap him in a headlock.
"Stop that!" Theo shouted, but Brock did not relent, playfully grinding his closed fist against his stepbrother's brown hair, laughing jovially as he did so.
Theo's attempts to break free were hopeless, for Brock's grip was like an anaconda's muscular coils, simply inescapable. He would only get a reprieve when the hunk would allow him to, which wasn't going to happen anytime soon, since Brock ensured he'd silence Theo by pressing his head against his armpit, muffling his complaints about the smell of his sweat.
Brock only let go of Theo once he had turned them around so they could face one another, wrapped his log-like legs around the younger man's waist, crossing his arms back and grinning as he watched him trying to escape from his clamping embrace, an empty pursuit, only to be surprised when Theo suddenly punched him in the abs.
"Ow!" Brock winced more from the shock than the pain, since it had hurt Theo more, who grunted as he escaped the hunk's thighs.
"Leave me alone, you jerk!" he shouted.
"Aww, come on, baby bro." Brock said as he stood. "It's just some roughhousing… perfectly normal for us to grow close as brothers, like we should!"
"You fucking shoved me in your rank armpit, you sick fuck!" Theo exclaimed, pointing a finger at Brock's muscular chest, one of the hunk's pecs bouncing in response, something that made the younger stepbrother pause before he resumed his speech. "I already told you I'm not interested in being all close and chummy with you, but you never listen. Just leave me alone, for fuck's sake!"
"But…" Brock mumbled with such shock on his face that one would swear he'd start sobbing at any second. "You're my baby brother, Teddy."
"It's Theo!" the young man shouted as he pushed Brock away with a rough jerk of his hands, the mounds of muscle that were the hunk's pecs bouncing again, making Theo look at them a second too long before he refocused. "And I never asked for a brother, much less one who's all cuddly and insists on being all 'big bro' with me. I have no fucking patience for that gay affectionate shit. Our parents simply happen to be married, that's all. Now leave me the fuck alone!"
Theo then stormed off, leaving Brock along in the living room, motionless and forlorn.
Even if he had grown up spoiled rotten, Brock simply couldn't understand how such a precocious young man could have sealed his heart such, rejecting any and all sorts of affection and responding instead with rudeness and affection.
While their parents had concluded that the best thing was to leave Theo alone, since he didn't get into trouble otherwise, Brock hadn't seen things the same way, having insisted on giving him that affection and love he deserved from the very moment they had started living together, despite Theo's rejection.
Thankfully, the hunk had been studying how to take care of that.
Despite his looks, Brock wasn't just brawn, for he was studying in the area of Education. And he had developed the tools to deal with an unruly, spoiled young man like his little stepbrother, marching towards Theo's bedroom so he could use them to help him calm down and see things more clearly.
However, when he arrived there, he saw that Theo was starting to take out his clothes from his wardrobe, a shirt and jeans, lifting an eyebrow in response.
"Fancy outfit! Where are you going?!" he exclaimed happily, before the implication hit him like a bullet. "Wait, where are you going?"
"Out." Theo said simply, without even looking back at Brock.
"Like, to a club?! Do mom and dad know about it?"
"No, and I don't really care." Theo said, stepping towards the door, trying to get past Brock. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to shower."
"No." Brock said firmly.
"Get the hell away from me!" Theo shouted, pushing Brock away, but this time, the hunk didn't budge, his pecs flexing.
Seething with annoyance, Theo blindly punched Brock's chest, taking a glance at it while he did so, confirming that those massive pecs were still bouncing.
"Huh?" he mumbled, reflexively punching Brock's other pec with his other arm, confirming that those mounds of muscle weren't bouncing just as a result from his punches, but mainly out of their own volition.
Left, right, up, down, one at a time, both in sync, Brock's pecs bounced as if putting on a private show for Theo, one that was so mesmerising it was almost magnetic, the young man standing straight again as if wanting to have a better look, his lips parting in an awestruck expression.
And, without realising it, the young man's punches never ceased, although they had never harmed Brock in the least.
Whenever he finished punching one pec, he'd hit the other, and soon he was slapping, punching, and batting at both of the hunk's pecs without restraint, holding such an adorable awestruck expression on his handsome face that Brock couldn't help but imagine his little stepbrother as a kitten, batting at a toy hung above him.
"That's it, baby bro… keep playing with my tits…" Brock cooed with a smug grin, allowing his pecs to work their magic on the younger man just like they had done oh so many times before. "Take deep, slow breaths for me… nice and relaxed… all for me… just for me…"
And, true to his words, the younger stepbrother started to take deeper breaths, feeling himself growing more relaxed with the way Brock's scent was filling his lungs. All while he kept his incessant punching, which was only making his arms grow more sore and tired, along with his increasingly more vacant green-eyed gaze.
Brock extended a hand to ruffle the young man's air momentarily to test his progress, who merely cocked his head in confusion, groaning softly, faintly wonder why exactly he was staring at his stepbrother's chest, how were those pecs bouncing so perfectly, and, more importantly, what exactly was happening.
But those dancing pecs didn't allow the thoughts to be more than a fading apparition as they kept bouncing, left, right, up, down, along with the punches, although this time, they also began bouncing inwards, pulling the young man almost as if magnetically towards Brock, causing him to approach the hunk, his arms now moving so faintly it was as if they had just given up and remained in their bent position.
Just as his face was about to make contact with Brock's warm skin, however, the hunk began to step backwards, taking a return trip to the living room until he was close to the couch, contouring it slowly in a wide angle in order to force the mesmerised young man to march along, waiting until the back of his feet were resting against the very edge of the couch to finally allow his younger stepbrother's face to press against his chest, his hands perfectly pressed against Brock's rigid abs as the hunk's own muscular arms came around the younger man's head.
"Mmmf…" the sound of muffling was faintly heard coming from Brock's chest, smothered as the younger man was in his older stepbrother's embrace, but whether he was actively trying to resist or not, it was futile, for those pecs were still assaulting his mind, left, right, up, down, as if punching away his thoughts and resistance, slowly shattering away any semblance of will that remained as a barrier.
"It's time, baby bro." Brock said, his voice coming almost as a faint whisper.
"Time pho wha?" was heard in response.
"It's time for you to become my sweet little Teddy, my perfect baby bro." Brock announced.
Like a trained gymnast, the hunk dipped his whole body back, falling on the couch with a flawless form while carrying his younger stepbrother along, the lad's smaller body resting perfectly on his much bigger, muscular one. And, as the hunk knew it would happen, it went momentarily rigid as a board, a sign he had fallen perfectly onto a trance.
"There we go…" Brock cooed softly as his pecs ceased their bouncing. "Now where is my baby bro Teddy?"
The sound of giggling could be heard coming from the hunk's chest, confirming that Theo wasn't home anymore.
In his place was now Teddy, the perfect baby brother that Brock had curated all those weekends that the two had been by themselves once the hunk finally decided to take upon himself the task of guiding the young man through the correct path in life, using a well-placed combination of suggestive hypnosis from the Psych classes he had taken and the raw, masculine power of his muscular body to ensure he ingrained this personality in the young man's mind.
And he had succeeded at it, for Teddy's lips had now latched onto his nipple, suckling on the mound of muscle almost needlingly, making Brock sigh in both relief and pleasure.
"You poor thing…" he said as he brushed Teddy's hair, his hard carding through the brown strands. "It's been a while since I've been home, that awful temper of yours has surfaced again."
"Sorry big bro…" Teddy mumbled as he let go of Brock's nipple, switching towards the other pec.
"It's okay, baby bro. That's why big bro is here, to take care of you. We're going to spend the weekend making sure that nasty side of yours has a harder time coming back up, mmkay?" Brock asked while he pet Teddy's head, beaming with pride as he felt the younger man smile, switching the pec he was suckling on. "Hmhm… you were such a bad boy, such a nasty bully at school. Mom and dad had no idea what to do, thank goodness I stepped in, hypnotising you while you slept. Look at you now, such a good student… a much more well-behaved boy…"
"A good boy!" Teddy exclaimed proudly.
"My good boy." Brock chuckled to himself, sitting them back up with Teddy using his lap as a seat, the younger man's back against his saliva-slicked chest, a big hand coming down to grope the bulge that had formed in his shorts while his own still massively hard one pressed against his ass. "But good boys need to know their place… and I feel we need to punish you for that attitude just now."
"Oh…" Teddy mumbled sadly as he felt Brock's other arm coming around his torso, easily restraining his own weaker arms. "Must we do this, big bro? I'll be good next time, I promise!"
"We must." Brock said sternly, his hand fishing out Teddy's half-erect cock from his shorts.
Slowly, the hunk began to stroke, using his other hand to begin gently caressing Teddy's bare arm. He loved how the boy shivered helplessly, not even attempting to squirm further, knowing by now that there was nothing he would be able to do regarding his predicament, with how colossally stronger Brock was, the hunk's fingers slick and wet as the sound of wet fapping intensified, interspersed with Teddy's heady groans.
"Bet you're just so desperate to cum by now… but only good boys have the right to cum." he reminded the young man. "You're going to be a good baby bro for me from now on, aren't you Teddy?"
"Y-yes… b-big bro!"
"That's a good boy. " Brock whispered, sensing Teddy's breathing growing more and more ragged, his body already beginning to stiffen…
Before Brock released his cock, the hunk chuckling as he reached lower down to fondle and squeeze Teddy's balls instead.
"Mmm… bet there's a lot in there. You want to cum—no, you need to cum, don't you?"
"Yes, big bro! Please!" Teddy was almost sobbing by now, squirming and writhing in Brock's embrace, but the hunk didn't relent, holding him tightly with just one arm.
"Shhhh… relax, baby bro… I know what's best for you, after all, remember? Relax… here, let's help you get your mind off it." Brock chuckled as he raised his burly arm, guiding Teddy's head into his armpit and locking it there.
The soft groans that ensued only made him smother the boy in harder, with Brock taking a long, deep sniff, loving how Teddy followed along all too easily, his soft groans starting to grow more and more desperate, devolving into a grateful whimper the moment Brock resumed stroking him again.
"Give it a lick, baby bro… I collected lots of sweat on my jog… all to keep you hydrated while we work on your punishment." Brock cooed, moaning himself as he felt Teddy's cute little tongue beginning to lap at his sweaty pit.
The way the young man's breathing changed in pace was always the giveaway for Brock to deny him that sweet release, his hand drifting further down this time to Teddy's thigh, gently stroking it and allowing the boy to whimper needfully in his arms, before resuming his sexual torment.
Teddy's squirming and groaning intensified each time he was denied orgasm, muffled whimpers and pleas only seeming to fall on deaf ears as Brock continued to take his time, knowing that his helpless younger stepbrother was unable to do anything about his predicament. The hunk continued to milk Teddy of every plea for all it was worth as they only grew in volume, those pained groans intensifying with each one while Brock's fingers expertly brought the boy back to the edge again and again.
By the time Teddy had become a sweating, panting, whiny mess, Brock smiled at his handiwork as he released the boy from his armpit, fresh air feeling foreign to the breathless young man. At the same time, the hunk began stroking his younger stepbrother's cock so fast that his hand was almost a blur, finally allowing Teddy to reach the point of no return.
His orgasm came so unexpected that Teddy couldn't contain himself from crying out, which prompted Brock to interrupt the lad with a kiss, inflaming his desires with his tongue, taking his time suckling and teasing Teddy's audibly, possessively moving the boy's head from side to side as he milked every single last drop out of him, the younger man's torso stained with countless globs of cum.
"Who's my good baby bro?" Brock asked as he scooped up a wad of cum with his digits, bringing it up to Teddy's lips, who dutifully suckled on them.
"I am…" Teddy sighed weakly, his gaze half-lidded and faint, a far cry from the defiant, spoiled young man Brock had so easily soothed down.
By the time the hunk had finished feeding Teddy his own release, a loud growl came from the lad's stomach, which prompted Brock to chuckle as he looked outside, the sun having set by now.
"Hmhm… it is getting quite late." Brock commented, having completely forgotten about the time. "Are you hungry, baby bro?"
"Yeah, big bro… so hungry…" Teddy sighed in an almost whiny moan, nuzzling his cheek against Brock's pec. "Baby bro wants pizza…"
"You poor thing. Good thing big bro is here to take care of you" the hunk smiled, playing with Teddy's hair while he grabbed his phone with his other hand, ordering a pizza through an app, although his eyes widened with worry for a moment when he realised how long it would take.
But Brock wasn't one to allow worry to settle on for too long, knowing just what to feed his baby bro.
"But first… let's get you your milk, Teddy," the hunk said as he lowered his shorts, finally freeing his gargantuan member from its confines, revealing a long, thick, musky cock with a bulbous head that almost flared with desire.
Teddy just grinned in return, even licking his lips ravenously, more than used to getting his 'milk' straight from the source.
Brock merely closed his eyes and crossed his arms behind his head, sighing as he took in the sheer, powerful sensation of his rock hard, dripping cock slipping into his younger stepbrother's warm, willing mouth, who had been trained to suck cock like a vacuum cleaner at this point, his mouth simply unmatched.
"Mmmmm… good boy!" he cooed out softly, his dick squelching out another glob of pre into Teddy's mouth as it further advanced into his mouth.
The way the boy's tongue licked at his shaft, the way those lips happily encircled his member, even Brock himself almost had to grunt so he could refrain from releasing right there and then when his cock was finally buried to the hilt, his pubes tickling Teddy's nostrils as the lad tried his best to breathe through his nose so he wouldn't gag, with the hunk bringing a hand down to playfully move the boy's head around in a circle, ensuring there wasn't a single millimetre of cock left behind.
"Who's my good baby bro?" Brock asked, chuckling at Teddy's garbled attempt at a response given the cock still occupying his mouth, before he grabbed the younger man's head, slowly encouraging him to start bobbing up and down on his fleshy pole, loving the way those lips seemed to emit a sigh of relief as they rewelcomed his hard, juicy cock, and that alone was worth another generous helping of pre fed directly onto Teddy's tongue.
"Damn… you sure are hungry, huh, baby bro?" Brock chuckled, taking the enthusiastic 'glorph' sound as an affirmative, resting his head back as his hand stopped guiding Teddy, just resting on his hand as encouragement, caressing his hair. "That's just the way big bro loves you most…"
However, as he felt his own orgasm bubbling up, Brock eventually took hold of Teddy's head once more, encouraging it to move faster, closing his eyes and sucking air through his teeth as he felt the younger man lick and slurp as his lips formed a tight seal around his cock.
Beads of sweat coalesced on the hunk's forehead as he dropped his head back once more, enjoying the sheer bliss of having his little bro sucking on his big cock so perfectly, his mouth and tongue better repurposed to his lustful needs instead of his spoiled complaints and hurtful words.
It wasn't long before Brock's eyes squeezed shut, his big toes even curling as he caved in and forced Teddy's head down, burying his cock to the hilt as he moaned his release, emptying his heavy load down the boy's throat, bypassing his tongue almost completely.
Though his own body was awash with mind numbing bliss, Brock was attentive enough to lift Teddy's head up before he could get too carried away, leaving the head of his cock on the boy's tongue to feed him his 'milk' as promised. It wasn't long before the boy's tongue was thoroughly coated with cum, a single thread connecting to the head of Brock's cock as it finally withdrew, the boy's adorable face contorted in pleasure as he knelt back with an open mouth to face his big bro.
"Make sure you get the taste all over your mouth before you swallow, mmkay?" Brock instructed, beaming with pride as Teddy swirled his seed with his tongue, before he finally gulped it down. "Good baby bro. Turns out you can be well-behaved when you want to, huh?"
"I guess… hehe…" the lad giggled adorably, despite being teased.
It was then that the doorbell rang, with Brock standing up nonchalantly to open it, having completely forgotten he was stark naked, making no attempt to conceal the massive, flopping erection that swayed with every step he took.
Chuckling at the wide-eyed, lust-struck expression on the delivery boy's face at beholding his naked form, Brock then closed the door and placed the large pizza on the table, with Teddy still seeming to be preoccupied with the cum in his mouth, some of it dribbling out past his lips.
"You're making a mess, you dirty boy." Brock teased.
"Sorry…" Teddy said, although pouting in his own adorable spoiled sweet way.
"Here…" Brock whispered soothingly as he collected his own cum from the boy's chin and fed it back into those lips, claiming them in a sweet kiss once he was done.
"Thank you, big bro…" Teddy smiled, blushing as his eyes darted to the side. "I'm so glad I have you around to take care of me."
"And I am so glad to be around and guide you into being my perfect baby bro." Brock grinned, nuzzling their foreheads as they exchanged an eskimo's kiss. "What would be of you without your big bro around, hm?"
"I don't know big bro… it gets so lonely when you're away. I wish I could be with you forever." Teddy said with a sad pout.
"Hmhm… be careful what you wish for, baby bro. Because I might just make it come true one day." Brock winked, playfully slapping Teddy's bare rump. "Now, let's feast."
The younger man had almost forgotten about dinner, before he almost salivated at the sight of the closed pizza box on the dining table.
"What kind of pizza did you get us?" he asked.
"Your favourite. Sausage and salami." Brock couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the joke.
The two naked young men then sat back on the couch, with Teddy sitting on his bigger stepbrother's lap, that wet cock—still slick with his saliva and Brock's juices—right under his ass, while Brock laid the open pizza box next to them.
As they feasted, Brock grabbed the remote and turned on the sports channel, seeing an MMA match was about to start. Teddy wasn't that much of a fan, but imagining him grappling and wrestling around almost in the nude made him picture doing the same with his big brother, with Brock always winning, obviously.
The whole thing had Teddy looking almost as engrossed as Brock was on the screen, chewing on the pizza slices that Brock fed him, although the bigger stepbrother ate more than half of that extra-large pizza, letting out a loud burp once he was done.
"Delicious!" he exclaimed, licking his lips, kissing away any crumbs from Teddy's face, unable to contain himself from teasing the younger man. "But not as delicious as my milk, right baby bro?"
"No…" Teddy giggled, blushing naughtily as he could still taste his older stepbrother's seed in the insides of his cheek.
"Next time I'll shoot it all over your half, mmkay?" Brock chuckled, teasingly nuzzling his cheek against Teddy's. "Who's the luckiest little bro in the world, who has the best big bro anyone could ever wish for?"
"Me!" Teddy exclaimed.
"And what do grateful little bros say to their big bros?"
"Thank you big bro!" he exclaimed even louder, before throwing himself at Brock, embracing the hunk tenderly while pinning his arms at his sides, or at least attempting to, considering how wider Brock's muscular frame was. "You're the best big bro in the world!"
"I know, baby bro. I know…" Brock smiled, patting Teddy's back and kissing his head, smiling tenderly as a yawn escaped the younger man's lips. "Is my baby bro sleepy?"
"Yeah…" Teddy sighed, smacking his lips.
"Why don't we lie down, hm?" Brock asked, both of them more than used to sleeping together on the couch, waking up with no discomfort or back pain.
Teddy complied wordlessly, assuming the spooning position his big brother preferred while Brock grabbed a woollen throw, gently laying it over their naked bodies, ensuring not an inch of skin below his neck remained free, entrapping his little bro within a musky confine.
Brock's muscular arm then wrapped around Teddy's waist, pulling him closer, his face inching toward the younger man's neck so his lips could brush against his hairline, just behind his ear.
"My cock is bent the wrong way, baby bro." Brock whispered seductively. "Reach behind and fix it, would you?"
With a sleepy sigh, Teddy angled his arm as Brock instructed, grabbing the still-hard, slippery gargantuan of a cock, knowing how much that sheer girth could be uncomfortable for his big brother once he got hard again. Adjusting it so it could be in a more comfortable position, Teddy placed it directly between the cheeks of his ass, the head pressed directly against his hole, which pulsed almost invitingly against it, more than used to taking it.
Brock moaned his thanks and gave a few sensuous thrusts along the trench. It was likely it would slip inside at one point, the big hunk more than used to fucking his younger stepbrother in that position. Even if we were asleep, Teddy always roused with a big smile on his face whenever he woke up filled with his big bro's big cock all the way up to his guts.
Soon, Teddy's eyes were half-lidded, the sound of Brock's breathing the lullaby that accompanied him as his arms snaked around his smaller stepbrother. After closing his eyes, Teddy relaxed and took in Brock's body heat, the hunk's body like a constantly active furnace. Something he faintly remembered hating for some strange reason, but he discarded that nasty thought, finding it the most comfortable blanket.
Teddy felt completely safe, as if nothing was wrong in the whole world, with the arms of sleep soon finding him and joining Brock's in their embrace.
The sound of keys jingling could be heard from outside the front door, the door opening just as Brock had finished setting up the dining room table, revealing that Mom and Dad were back from their weekend getaway, both looking as freshly relaxed as possible.
"Back already?" Brock smiled as he greeted each of them with a kiss on the cheek. "The weekend went by fast, I see."
"We wanted to avoid traffic." Dad smiled back.
"Where's Theo?" Mom asked.
"Finishing dinner!" the young man shouted from the kitchen, turning towards the entrance with a sweet smile on his handsome face, wearing nothing but an apron and shorts. "Why don't you two go change so we can all eat together?"
To say Mom and Dad were astonished would be saying the least, but nonetheless, they followed the younger stepbrother's suggestion, although not without commenting.
"My, oh my. I've really got to hand it to you, Brock. It's like he becomes a different person after spending some time with you." Mom almost giggled.
"I'm starting to wonder if we should send him to live with you for his break, since you've been shaping him quite well." Dad smiled, watching as a happy Teddy placed a tray on the dining table.
"Really?!" Teddy asked, his smile growing wider as Brock wrapped a possessive muscular arm around his shoulders.
"Oh, dad. I'd be delighted." Brock smiled back, the cogs in his mind turning as he imagined the ways he'd turn his Teddy into an even more perfect little brother if they lived together.
Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to convince their parents to do just that…