Jeremy wasn't much longer than average, but he was thick, and he loved his girth. Fair enough."įor another few moments, he continued fingering the boy, getting him used to a very mild version of what he was about to experience. "Alright, alright," Jeremy said, sliding the third finger back out. His hands clenched into fists and he cried out, renewing his struggle once again. Once it did, he slid a third finger inside, gently easing that tight ring open further.īut three fingers seemed to cause the boy more pain than discomfort. By the time Jeremy penetrated him with his dick, the boy would know better than to fight it, and the whole process would go more smoothly. Jeremy knew exactly why, and it was part of the reason why he always liked to finger the boys first.Īs the boy became familiar with the sensations of being penetrated, he would learn that clenching his muscles would cause more pain, and would cause his sphincter to tighten around the fingers, making the sensation more intense. But soon, the clenching became less frequent.
The boy continued sobbing as John thrust deeply into his mouth, his cheeks still trying to clench, trying to push the fingers out of him. The sound of discomfort, of humiliation, of degradation and maybe even a hint of reluctant pleasure. So now, with two fingers sliding slowly in and out, the boy's moans came more often. It was a system they'd perfected over the years. He'd let John have these first moments, and then John would let him have the rest. So when they found one that moaned a lot, Jeremy knew to push the boy enough to get him to moan, but not enough to scream. So after a few moments of one finger, Jeremy slid another one in beside it, eliciting a frightened moan from the boy. Not enough to keep him from screaming with pain and humiliation once he began fucking him. This boy was going to scream so beautifully when Jeremy put his dick inside him.īut he wasn't completely merciless. Nothing.įor a moment, he fingered the boy with long, slow movements, pushing his finger in deep, and then bringing it out almost all the way before sliding it back in. Oh, and he was so tight! His brother may have preferred gay men, but as far as Jeremy was concerned, there was nothing better than a virgin ass. Slowly, Jeremy fingered the boy, his dick throbbing with the promise of diving into that unbelievably tight, warm ass. So John and Jeremy waited patiently, waited for the struggle to die down, before continuing their work. With his arms restrained, his hair caught in a death grip, his legs forced open, and a finger in his ass, there really wasn't anything he could do. John wrenched his arm even more, and Jeremy grabbed his other arm, keeping that pinned behind his back, too. They always did, and the brothers had long ago learned to combat the renewed desire to fight. Of course, the boy renewed his struggle at the sensation of being penetrated. But with John holding his hair and one arm behind his back, he couldn't go far. As soon as the boy felt that area of his body being touched, he immediately clenched and tried to roll away. He dabbed a small amount of lube on his finger, then rubbed it against the boy's entrance. Oh, and he loved taking that innocence from them. It made the boys look all the more innocent. Particularly with their gay targets, but once with a straight one, too. Once that happened, he moved onto the bed, positioning himself between the boy's legs, keeping them spread and his ass exposed. So he stood back, waiting for his brother to start pumping in earnest. Jeremy always knew to wait, to let John have this moment, that he could only get for a handful of seconds, with a handful of boys.
This was his paradise.Īnd then, as he slid his cock deeper, touching the back of the boy's throat, and seeing him gag, that slick, warm wetness sent shivers straight to his dick. This was the moment he waited for, the moment he looked forward to the most. Feeling that slick tongue moving against his head, trying unsuccessfully not to taste him, was what he lived for. As this innocent, naïve young man waited there, with his lips parted and tears streaming down his face, John slowly eased his head into that reluctant mouth.įor a few seconds, he stayed there, pressing his head against a warm, unwilling tongue. He liked to do it slowly, gently, savoring every minute detail of the next few seconds. This moment was John's favorite, and when it was with a boy like this, he liked to take his time. Tears filled the boy's eyes as he opened his mouth, and a quiet sob escaped him. And sure enough, he felt the tight line of the boy's lips soften, and then reluctantly part.