"You lost your damn mind?"

Jimmy started around the bench toward his baby brother. He wasn't sure what the hell had happened but Solo had gone crazy. First last night, now he was saying weird shit today. This wasn't normal. Nor was it like him.

"Is this what Roman got you doing when y'all have them private little pow-wows that Jey and I ain't invited to?"

He was in Solo's face in no time, standing over him at a couple inches taller. He'd always been the tallest of his siblings. Aside from Jey it had consistently been enough to back them down. But today, Solo stepped up.

"The Tribal Chief says real men take what we want and don't apologize for it. We don't beg for it to come back. We don't jack off in the middle of the night like some sad little bitch."

Naomi. He was referring to Jimmy's situation with Naomi. The reminder of his loss had Jimmy snatching his brother by the collar of his shirt.

"You need to watch your mouth," he warned.

But Solo wasn't intimidated. His eyes gleamed in a defiance that he'd never expressed in all their years growing up. Just as quickly he smacked Jimmy's arm away and shoved him backward. The act of aggression combined with his cruel words was just the excuse Jimmy needed to work off the turmoil from the previous night. He came at his brother hard, determined to remind him who exactly was the eldest.

The two began to tussle right there in the shed.

Ten years ago Jimmy would have easily subdued his baby brother. Probably pinned him to the ground and made him cry uncle. But Solo was a full grown man now. And with his age, his strength had built as well. After a few hits Jimmy found himself tossed into one of the shelves. Hard metal items fell over him, one bouncing off his head. The impact stunned him and he felt himself go dizzy. Blinking, Jimmy touched his head.

Before he could gain his bearings, he was slammed against the table face first. Now his vision was spinning. The world was a fuzzy haze. And something wet was running down his forehead.

"You need to realize something, Jimmy," Solo was behind him, tugging at his sweats.

"I'm not that nine year old kid you used to boss around anymore. I'm a grown ass man. The Tribal Chief's enforcer. I know what I want and I take whats mine!"

He felt the chill on his backside, then his cheeks being spread. Still loopy, Jimmy tried to process. Solo spit a few times and he felt something wet touching him in an area that not even his wife had ever touched.

Wha...

Then a foreign sensation and something rubbed against him there. Before forcing it's way in.

"Aaah!"

The intrusion was sharp and quick, causing him to jump from the pain. He tried to push back up but his arm was twisted behind him.

"Don't try to fight, Uce."

His vision was still spinning, confusion spotting his eyes.

"The more you fight, the worse it'll be for you."

It was strange to feel something inside him, moving back and forth. Whatever was happening...it was happening inside him.

Inside him? No... this wasn't... right.

More wetness, then another slipped in. Again Jimmy jolted but the pressure on his arm increased. He grunted this time, as he felt himself being stretched. With the world a disjointed mess around him, he wasn't able to peice it all together, only that this wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"No..." again he tried to get up.

His arm was hiked up even harder and Jimmy couldn't help but curse out loud. The outburst did nothing to stall the assault. Never one to give in easily, he made another attempt. For his efforts his ass was briefly vacated only for his face to meet the wood of the table again.

"Agh!"

More spit, then the sting was back.

"I guess you don't get it yet, huh?" Solo remarked.

"But you will. You don't understand, then I'll make you understand."

Roman. Even in this state he could hear Roman all over that line.

"Solo--"

"This ass right here, belongs to me now."

There was a shifting behind him as whatever had been inside moved out. Only for something much bigger and wider to force its way in.

"AGH!!"

He could hear Solo spitting as it was shoved past the brim, slight wetness not much comfort as he was stretched beyond anal capability. Jimmy's whole body stiffened with the invasion.

"Fuck man, stop!"

But Solo didn't stop and the invasion continued until he could feel his brother's hips pressed against his naked ass. There was a moment of stillness then as neither party could move.

"So tight," Solo spoke in a strained whisper.

"Just for me, uso."

Brother. He had the nerve to call Jimmy "brother" while doing this.

"Oute alofa ia oe."

I love you.

Then his hips moved back before plunging forward. Jimmy once again cursed outloud. It started slow and deep, dragging backward then punching in. Jimmy winced with every stroke. He'd never felt so full, so utterly stretched beyond his body's limits. It didn't help that there was very little lubrication to ease the motion. His eyes stung at the new and overwhelming sensation.

After a few more strokes Solo's pace began to speed up. Slow and deep was growing more steady. Jimmy found his body shoved forward with every stroke. His brother grunted behind him, obviously enjoying himself. Their skin clapped against each other harder and faster. The unmistakable sounds of sex.

Was this really happening to him? Was he really being taken by his own kid brother? Bent over a table in a stranger's shed? Ass split wide and full? No, this was not happening. It COULD NOT be happening.

Between the pain and the shock of the situation, Jimmy's mind began to falter. He wasn't here; he was far far away--maybe back at home in his warm bed with his beautiful wife. Sound asleep and having a nightmare. Yes, that's what this was. A damn nightmare. Because he didn't get bent over. Not by a man and especially not by the baby brother he'd taught how to play football, basketball, and how to throw a punch. Their pops had always been on the road, leaving Jimmy as the man of the house. And Solo, being nearly a decade younger, had looked up to him for guidance. No, this wasn't that same baby brother. It couldn't be.

Solo sped up, his intensity growing. Jimmy could hear words in their family's native language, praises on how good he felt, how tight he was, who he belonged to. Despite the words, he was mostly aware of the pain in his arm, the burn in his ass, even the ache on his forehead. But he wasn't prepared for what he felt next.

Solo shifted slightly, his aim curving a little until he hit something deep inside that caused Jimmy's whole body to quiver.

"GAAAH!"

Whatever it was, Solo hit it again. Jimmy screamed out his shock at the contact. Contrary to the pain he was feeling everywhere else, the strike against that spot was...not painful.

"Damn, Jimmy," Solo groaned. "You make the prettiest sounds when you're full of my dick."

He continued to attack the spot, punching it mercilessly. Jimmy's muscles clenched, confused at the foreign pleasure. This was beyond humiliating. Disturbing in every way. No part of this should feel good. And yet...

He couldn't stop the noise from leaving his throat each time Solo hit. A mixture of a gasp and a yelp. He was at a complete loss of control, his body being owned by his baby brother's cock dogging the hell out of his prostate. His cries seemed to spur Solo on, and the strokes grew even harder and faster.

It was too much.

Confusion, pain and shame took a backseat to pleasure as his balls tightened up for release. One brutal thrust and he lost it, his cock erupting as he screamed his climax.

"GAAAGGGHHHH!"

It kept coming, punch after punch against his sensitive spot, spurt after spurt from his twitching cock. Jimmy's whole body snapped tight and he lost all ability to function outside of orgasm.

"That's it, Uce. Cum on this dick!"

Caught up in his brother's fervor, Solo went ballistic on his ass. It took a few more pounding strokes before he was groaning hard and releasing into Jimmy's still clenching body. Only when he was finished did Solo drop Jimmy's arm. He then proceeded to lie over him, belly to back. Both panted loudly as they attempted to recover. Solo in appreciation and Jimmy in shock.

"See, you enjoyed that, didn't you?"Jimmy didn't respond."The body don't lie, Uce. I felt how hard you came on my dick. Like you were made to take it."He was still inside him, though utterly spent. Full lips kissed the back of Jimmy's neck affectionately."Like you were made for me."They lie there for a moment, Jimmy losing focus as his brother petted him. Whatever words he was saying faded to the background. Jimmy was barely aware when his brother pulled out, unconsciously flinching from the movement. At some point, his pants were pulled up but he wasn't sure if he did it or Solo. The next thing he knew, they'd made it outside, back to the cabin.

It wasn't until it was time to set foot in the door that a coherent thought formed. Jey. He couldn't let Jey see him like this! Jimmy halted, ready to back away but Solo was a brick wall behind him.

"Go. We need to get you cleaned up."

A large hand rested on his shoulder then. The same shoulder that supported his previously twisted arm. Understanding the message, Jimmy swallowed and entered the cabin. To his relief, Jey was nowhere in sight. He barely noticed Roman's shut door, allowing instead for Solo to direct him to the bathroom.There his baby brother took a wet rag to his face, cleaning the blood.

"You should shower. But I like the scent of my sweat on you."

Anything else said was lost on Jimmy as again he zoned out. He wasn't sure how he made it back to the bedroom, or even whose bedroom he landed in. All he knew was the pain. The shame. Even as he closed his eyes and gave himself away to an exhausted slumber.