My little bro came home a mess again, and I decided this had to come to a stop. The 18-year-old down the street, Osmar, has been picking on Stevie for months, and talking to his parents hasnβt helped.
Iβm 26, and living at home. Dadβs been no use. He says he talked to Osmar, but nothing changed. So, I decide to take things into my own hands.
I was working out when Stevie came home, so as I head to Osmar's, I have on my tank top and short shorts. Iβm 6β6β and muscled, and I know I look intimidating. Thatβs all for the good, I figure.
Osmar answers the door dressed just in some gray boxer briefs. He doesnβt look surprised to see me. βOh, hi, David. Your pathetic little bro been whining to you again? Well, I guess you should come in.β
He turns and leads me into the living room. I canβt help but admire his taut, sleek body. Not an ounce of fat, and muscles rippling everywhere. Heβs probably 6β, so I tower over him, but as I enter his house, I still feel kind of nervous, like he somehow has the upper hand. I know that's ridiculous: I'm older, bigger, stronger. I'm the one in control here.
I shake my head to clear it. βOsmar, you know you canβt keep picking on Steve. Heβs not a tough kid and he doesnβt deserve to be abused.β
Osmar smiles. βHave a seat, Dave.β He points to the sofa, and I sit. He sits opposite me in an armchair, legs spread. My eyes dip to his crotch, but I donβt let them linger there.
βSo, hereβs the thing, Dave. Stevie just keeps coming round, looking all pathetic. When I ignore him, he doesnβt go away. Itβs as though, well, he wants me to β¦ well, to do the things I end up doing. I slap him and he cries. But he also stands there and waits to be slapped again. So, what should I do?β
What heβs saying makes me angry. βYou should make him go home. You shouldnβt be slapping kids. I know heβs your age, but compared to you, heβs just a kid. Just leave him alone.β
Osmar shrugs, βYou know, I think there are just some guys that want, well, want superior guys to pay attention to them, by, you know, well using them.β
Iβm furious: βJust leave Stevie alone, Osmar.β
I stand up to leave, and Osmar stands too. βYou know, Dave, sometimes I wonder whether whatever's up with Stevie runs in your family. When your Dad was over here complaining to me, he seemed kind of pathetic. And you look big and strong, but maybe you're kind of pathetic too. I mean, sure, Stevie's a little nerd, and youβre a big jock who seems to be a real stud. But sometimes I think you might like to be slapped around, too.β
I canβt believe my ears. βFuck you, Osmar! You are way out of line. And wrong! If you donβt want to be beat to a pulp, youβll leave Stevie alone from now on.β
I move toward the door, but Osmar steps in front of me. I actually canβt believe it when he reaches out and grabs my crotch.
βDavie, boy, I think Iβm right. Stevie gets all hard when I bully him, and look at you now. Hard as a rock! Why is that?β
I try to pull away from him, but he holds on. My cock gets even harder, straining against his palm.
With his other hand, Osmar reaches up and slaps my cheek, hard. My cock jerks in his hand as he hits me. He laughs. Slaps me again. I feel my muscles going weak, all my strength draining into my hard dick.
βIf only Stevie could see you now, Davie! Or your Dad! Or all the girls on the street who are in love with you!β He lets go of me, and I just stand there stupidly. βShow me your cock, Davie!β
I canβt believe this is happening, but I slip my thumbs into my waistband. Pull down my shorts. βOh, a jockstrap! How cute!β My cock is straining against the white jock, a glob of precum leaking through. I pull the jock aside, my cock stands up straight, hard and wet and red.
βIt looks tiny on your big body, bud! How big is that thing?β
I blush. βFive inches.β
He picks up his phone, starts taking pics. βThe other guys will never believe this.β
Osmar sitting in the armchair, hauling me across his lap and swatting my ass red. I actually came on his boxer briefs as he spanked me.
Osmar making me stand naked and pose with a dildo in my mouth, and then in my ass.
Osmar standing over me as I kneel, running his 9 inch cock over my face and then gagging me with it. He called me cocksucker, and I shot again when he covered my face with his spunk.
Osmar taking me doggy style on the carpet, then up against the wall, then on my back.
He captures pics of it all, and by the end Iβm covered in my own cum and in his.
When finally he says, βYou can go home now, Davie,β I realize that I donβt want to leave. But now Iβm back in my room, reliving it all, stroking my dick desperately, hoping that tomorrow heβll bully me again.
I text Osmar a pic of myself, my big hairy muscled body displayed for him, and my hard dick leaking on my abs.
He texts back: "Pathetic."
