This story is entirely fictional and is definitely not based on anything real.  Just a crazy fantasy i had in which I no way endorse in real life.

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I am 28, white male, skinny 5'9, 145lbs.  Brown eyes and brown hair, smooth body.  I am fairly wealthy - up until I lost my job that is.  At the same time as losing my job, my wife walked out on me too, taking with her more than half of my money and telling me she never loved me in the first place.  The bad economy saw me losing my job as sales manager for a large company.  My wife took my apartment and I had no friends or family...apart from my older brother.

Hes 35, muscular, alpha male jock.  He's a builder by trade, so strong and tanned - gets all the girls.   Drinks beer, bullied me as a kid, and over the past few years I hadnt had much contact with him.

I rang him up and he told me he had a spare room for me and that I could stay as long as I wanted.

I moved in and he showed me to my room.  It was a small study, barely big enough to move around in, but I was thankful.

It was late on that first Friday night that he started to own me - and I had no idea how much he was going to destroy me, own me and use me over the coming weeks.

"Thanks so much for letting me stay bro" I said to him, while sitting on the couch drinking beer.  He was watching sport on TV, something I hate, but in his house I was forced to watch.

"Anything for my little bro" he said, emphasising the world 'little' and grinning as he finished off his beer, belching loudly.  He is so manly.  Im not femme but Im clean shaven and tidy and not into sport or drinking beer normally.

He stood up, wearing his shorts and white wife beater.  His pecs, biceps all veiny and powerful and mostly smooth, but some chest light brown chest hair in the middle and on his abs...his light brown hair and green eyes and tan making him look like a God.  I often thought about him while jacking off, just because Im perhaps bisexual and he was so manly.  Everything that Im not.

He goes into the kitchen and comes back with two beers.  Making me finish off my other one (only half done).  So i drink it back fast as he hands me the cold bottle and sitting down.  "OK bro, so how come someone as rich as you needs to move in with me?" he asked.

"Well Angela took all my money when she left me. She got half of everything but she had manipulated me to word our estate so that if we split she ended up with the house.  I have 80K to my name, and my Audi and clothes.  Thats it".

My bro laughed.  "That's it? Fuck bro, 80K and an Audi is a lot.  Why didn't you just use some of that money to live in a rental?"

"I just feel so heartbroken and so down on life...I need to be around you bro, you're all I've got.  I just want a 'home' to live in until my heart mends and I find work again.  I'll pay rent and I'll cook and clean for you".

My bro drank his beer in silence.  Then said "OK, rent is $500 a week"

"Fuck bro, that's really expensive!" I said.

"You can move out if you don't like it.   But I need the money man, this fucked economy is hurting my business too".

"OK bro, $500 a week it is. And I'll cook and clean while you're at work.  I just need time out from the workforce and finding love".

My bro looked at me...grinning a little, then finishing his second beer.  I had barely sipped my new one.  His grin looked a little unfriendly I thought, but figured he was letting me live with him.

We carried on watching sport on TV - NFL was on.  He got up to get another beer.

What I didn't know about my brother was that he had always hated me.  Our parents had always looked after me and gave me money.  My brother resented that.  He had LOVED bullying me as a kid.  What I didnt know was that after he'd beaten me up, or spit on my face or humiliated me in front of his buds or his girlfriend, he would then go off and either jack off a big powerful jock load of cum - or fuck his gfs hard and bare.  He was a horn dog, and hurting and humiliating me made him feel so powerful - and made him feel like he was getting me back.

It was always just me and my bro and our parents.  But my parents were very wealthy and ended up moving overseas and we grew distant from them.  A few years ago they were both killed in a car crash in Europe and much to our shock they left all their money to my older bro.  He used it invest in his nice home and his building business - which employs a few other people. I didn't get a cent - our parents expected my brother to give me my fair share.  He never did - and told me he was protecting it for me.  It was obvious he was loving spending it.  But because I had done well financially, up until this past month, I had let it go and allowed him to have it all.  But now I was resentful and he had all the power.  A good job, plenty of money, and all the looks.  I, on the other hand, was a failure.  Although I knew it would be easy for me to find work again soon - as I was a very good sales manager.  I didn't know that my brother had other plans for me.

Mark returned with another beer for me.  "Fuck you drink slowly" he said, as he handed me the next beer.  I said nothing, feeling a bit pathetic for drinking so slowly.  I normally drink expensive wines or the best vodkas and whiskeys.    I drank faster to keep him happy - no idea why, but I guess I am always trying to please my bro.  On the rare times hes given me a compliment it's always made me feel so good inside. I constantly try to please, but usually fail.

I feel so girly compared to him (even though Im not fem).  Im wearing skin tight jeans and a simple t-shirt.  Im wearing black work socks.  My bro on the other hand is wearing sporty shorts and thick work socks (grey/brown colour).  He wears boxers and boxer briefs and I find his dirty clothes all over the house.  His wife beater is covered in grease and oil and dirt.  While he's a builder he's also a handyman he loves to work on his car.  I, on the other hand, don't even know how to change the oil in my car without fucking it up.

The rest of the night was uneventful.  We drank a dozen beers between us in just a couple hours.  I was feeling drunk but also really happy and warm inside.  My bro was being so good to me in his tough manly way.  What I didn't know at the time was that he had started to spike my drink with trace amounts of cocaine and higher amounts of viagra. 

We both went to bed around 1am.  I had an amazing sleep and felt so great the next day, although a bit seedy from the beers.  I was feeling a bit horny but was too tired to jack off - I'll do it tomorrow I'm sure.

CHAPTER 2

All day Saturday my brother worked outside in the hot sun doing work to the house and to his car and work truck.  I sat inside on the internet on my laptop.  I was feeling a bit shaky, like a withdrawal, but figured my body was just dealing with a hangover from beer - something I dont normally a drink a lot of.

At lunch I made my brother a big steak sandwich and a beer and served it to him outside.  His body looked amazing.  Big pecs with just a hint of hair in the middle running down to his belly button and into his pubes.  His thighs muscular as were his legs.  He's not a muscle giant, just strong and built.  He was so sweaty and I absorbed it all...wanting to jack off to this image later when I was in bed.

He didnt thank me, just ate his food and drank his beer in silence.  He told me to clean the house and do his laundy - this time he said please. 

He went back to work and cleaned up his dishes. 

His bedroom was a MESS.  Dirty clothes everywhere.

I heard Mark start up the lawnmower on this hot summer's afternoon.  I started picking up his clothes...at least three trips from his room to the laundry.  On my last trip to the laundry a pair of his dirty socks, undwear and shorts caught my eye.  He has so many clothes...would he notice if I stole some? It might sound weird, but the thought of jacking off wearing his clothes made me feel SO much more manly.  To be a bit more like my bro...maybe that will make my 6" uncut dick bigger? Maybe it will make me shoot more cum?  Maybe I'll look more manly and feel more confident?  I dont know why I did it...but I stole a pair of his thick, smelly, man socks and his dirty underwear - which smelt of piss and sweat even from a distance.  And a pair of his shorts, dark blue football/rugby ones.

My heart was racing as I hid them under my pillow in my bedroom and started doing all his laundry. 

It took me all afternoon to do the washing and tidy the house.  By 6pm my bro came inside, looking sweaty and exhausted.  He went and had a shower while I got him a beer for us both and put ESPN on for him.

He came out of the shower in just his towel...all wet and tanned and muscular.  My dick semi as I watched him walk through the house...I was already excited about jacking off tonight.  My dick seemed to get so hard so fast today (due to the secret dosage of viagra).  I was also CRAVING beer (because of the small amount of cocaine secretly placed in it last night).

Mark put on a pair of shorts and some white socks and sat down on the couch, while I sat on the chair next to him.  "Thanks for the beer bro - and for tidying up.  You can stay as long as you like!" he laughed and drank his beer in one go.  I drank mine fairly quickly too, wanting to feel as good as I did last night.

My brother went back into the kitchen...keeping an eye on me he opened my beer and slipped in a viagra and a tiny amount of coke.   His own huge 9.5"uncut meat throbbed a little.  He was a sick fucker and I had no idea.  He fucks girls but has no problem with the thought of fucking me.  He hates me but loves having me as his bitch.

He walks out and hands it to me, grinning.  "Here bro, you polished that last one off pretty fast".

"Haha thanks man.  Sorry its just that Ive been craving this all day.  I have no idea why, i dont normally drink beer".

Mark turns up the sport and we drink.  He tells me to get dinner ready, so I get up and go to the kitchen to make a big roast meal - his choice.  As I finish my beer I can't help but notice my dick getting hard in my jeans.  What the fuck is wrong with me?!  Why am I getting hard?

After an hour of prepping and getting my bro 3 other beers, it's finally up to the oven to do the rest of the work.  "I'm gonna take a shower bro" I say.  He nods and doesnt stop watching TV.

I get in the shower and immediately start yanking my rock hard small dick.  I have no idea why im so hard or so horny as my secret drugs work their magic.  I start jacking off.

Mark suspects what I'm doing and purposely waits 5 mins.  He wants to mind fuck with me big time - its all a huge power trip for him.  Just as I feel like I'm about to cum he knocks on the door.  "Hey bud you might want to hurry up, I'm too busy watching the game to watch the dinner too".  He smiles as he realises I am no doubt frustrated beyond belief.  "Umm....yeah ok bro" I say, sounding disappointed.   "Good boy" he says in a controlling, patronising way.  I turn off the shower, looking at my rock hard cock.  I realise I'll have to wait until later.

I shove it back in my jeans and push it down with my underwear so that my hard on goes down my smooth skinnyish thigh. 

I head back into the kitchen, noticing that everything is cooking just fine. Kinda pissed that my brother rushed me.  "I've got you another beer" he says, patting on the couch next to him.

This one has XTC slipped in it.

I walk in and sit down next to him.  It's such a hot evening that my bro is already sweating again, top off, just in his shorts and socks.

"Sorry to rush you bro, I just didn't want to have dinner ruined after you worked so hard" he lied to me.

"Its ok bro, Im all clean now" I say.

"Except for the new drug addiction I'm giving you" my older brother thought to himself.

"Good man" he said to me, clinking his beer bottle with mine.  "Drink up buddy, we've both worked hard today". 

We drank and watched sport.  Im feeling more and more horny and out of it as we watch the NFL.  My brother keeps pointing out the strongest players...pointing out their pecs or thighs or abs or biceps.   "You could do with some exercise" he says to me. "You're kinda puny".

His words make me feel even weaker.  "Yeah I know bro, wish I was more like you".

He grins.  "Me and Ross (his best bud) are building a gym in the basement.  You want to check it out?"

"Sure" I said.

We both get up...my head feeling light and the room feeling a bit fuzzy.

We head down into the basement.  It's dark with concrete walls and a concrete floor.  There are two expensive black leather couches and a huge widescreen TV and stereo.  There's also a computer for some reason.  There are various benches and weights and some equipment I didn't recognise.  There was a dirty old mattress in the corner, a shower with with no walls - just a shower and  drain in the floor.  Next to it was a toilet, again no walls or privacy.

Mark tells me they haven't finished it yet (even though they have).

"Fuck man this room is gonna look so cool when it's finished" I say.

"Why do you say that?" asked Mark.

"Just all this flash equipment.  Whats with the couches and mattress and computer?" i asked.

"The mattress is one Ross found.  Its pretty gross and dirty but we have it on the floor in case you need to lie down and click your back etc".  I thought it sounded odd but figured what the hell do I know about working out.   "The leather couches are for my buds.  We all work out in here sometimes, and coz i'm their boss it makes sense for them to do it all at my place - its a perk of the job for them to have a free gym". 

"Wow that's pretty cool" I say.

"The computer is so we can watch exercise vids online and the TV is so we can watch DVDs or just watch sport while we're working out.  Ross is getting us a beer fridge too, which he should be delivering tomorrow".

The room has no windows and has a smell to it...piss, sweat, dank.  My cock is still hard but I've managed to keep it hidden down my thigh...lucky for me (or unlucky) it's not too huge.

We go back upstairs...the whole time I'm thinking about jacking off in the basement when Mark is at work on Monday.  I don't know why but it seemed like a sexy dungeon to jack off in, perhaps I could wear my bro's clothes and pretend im him.  Fuck, i was getting soooo horny.

I served up dinner, my face flushed the whole time from the secret dose of drugs.

After dinner, now 10pm, my brother grabs the whiskey and pours us both glasses.  He slips more coke into mine..and has a little himself.  

"Hey bro could you do me a favour, could you rub my neck and shoulders for me?" Mark asked - indicating to where he was sore.

I felt my tiny dick harden more.  "Um...yeah sure bro" i say, feeling a bit weirded out. 

I sit closer to him.  "It's not going to work with you sitting next to me...stand behind the couch and rub me from there" he orders.  I do as he says, feeling good that my hardon will be hidden.  I start to rub his sweaty rock hard neck and shoulders.  He moans as I rub him...he tells me Im good at this, maybe I should be a massage therapist.  I tell him I prefer being a sales manager, laughing.  My bro doesnt laugh...just closes his eyes and enjoys me rubbing.  He tells me to rub his biceps too.  I do as he says...my dick is so hard precum is leaking through my jeans...and i dont normally leak much pre.  In fact i dont shoot a lot either...not compared to all the guys in porno movies.

My brother knows that I'll be horny as fuck by now.  Denied to cum in the shower and now working his muscular body over with my weaker hands, feeling his powerful while slightly drugged up.

He then carries out more of his plan.  "Thanks for that bro" he says standing up looking really relaxed.  I push my groin into the couch so he cant see how hard I am, or my wet spot.   He tells me to clean up the plates and kitchen while he goes and takes a shit. 

He's away for a long time as I clean up.  When I finally go to see where he is he is in my tiny bedroom.  His house is only a two bedroom place.  The second bedroom is full of his junk and the room Im in is normally a study.  When I walk in there Im shocked to see the small room covered in water.  "Sorry bro, looks like this room is a no go".

I look at him shocked....then panic as I think of his dirty clothes under my pillow. "Wh-what happened?" i asked.

"I took a shit and when I flushed the toilet it made a weird sound. Checked the plumbing only to find the pipe had leaked.  You can't be in this room until we get it fixed so pack up your stuff, you'll have to share my room".

He tells me to get my things and take them to his room.  He leaves and heads to his room and my racing heart allows me to quickly grab his dirty clothes from under my pillow and shove them in my bag.  The bed itself was dry, being a single mattress so it missed the leak.  Little did I know my brother had purposely made the pipe leak.

I dragged the single mattress into his room and put it next to his king size bed.  "You can sleep on the floor next to me, that way we don't have to share a bed like a couple of fags" he said laughing. 

"Why don't I sleep in the basment?" i asked, not wanting to share his room at all - all I wanted to do was jack off tonight.

"I dont want you down there, thats my room for now.  Maybe once we've finished doing the room up we can move you down there."  he said, sounding pissed off with me for even asking.  He also said he didnt want me in the lounge as he gets up early for work and didnt want to have to be quiet around me while he made breakfast and got ready.

So that night we went to bed.  Me on the ground at the foot of my brothers big king size bed.  My cock so hard all night I hardly slept as the drugs did their thing.  My bro slept well (he jacked off while he was taking a shit earlier).

I was having weird thoughts and dreams and couldnt work out why.  I assumed it was the stress of my life right now.

CHAPTER 3

We awoke on Sunday morning fairly early.  My brother hates sleep-ins unless he's hungover. 

He did a big fart from his bed and stood up with a semi boner in his boxers.  "Morning bro" he grinned, as he yawned and stretched his amazing muscles.  "That massage you gave me had me sleeping like a baby, thanks bro". 

I smiled, feeling good about that.  But so tired for not sleeping much myself.  He told me to make bacon and eggs while he takes a piss and gets dressed.  His piss was loud and he didnt flush.  Meaning I had to smell it and look at is as I pissed after him.  My dick wasn't so hard this morning thank god.

I made his breakfast while he lay on the couch flipping channels.  His idea of getting dressed was to simply put on a dark blue pair of shorts - fairly short ones too, revealing his thighs in all their glory. 

I served him breakfast.

"Ross is coming over today to work on the gym.  Might get you to help us too"

"Yeah thats fine" i say.

"Also, I've decided to take the next couple of weeks off work because you're here".

"Oh....cool, thanks bro" I say, pretending to sound excited, but in reality I was starting to feel a bit trapped by him.  Was i ever going to get a chance to be on my own? 

"Yeah I thought you'd like that" he smiled, looking almost sadistic.  He got up and poured us two OJs, slipping a viagra, a full hit of XTC and some more coke into mine.  He slipped coke into his, to help fire him up more.

He handed it to me.  I drank it back with breakfast then cleaned up the kitchen.  It was another sunny, hot, day.  He has no neighbours, his house is out on the edge of the city in a rural area.  Only 2 minutes into the built up area but far enough out to be alone.  His bud Ross pulls up in his work truck.  Ross is blonde, blue eyed, tanned and is builder working for Mark.

The drugs were now hitting me and i was lying on the couch, watching music videos as he walked in.

After some talking they said it was time to work on the basement.  They got me painting the walls black - something I thought was weird, but they said it made the room nicer to work out in.  Ross and Mark put in some bars around the mattress...I thought for put weights on but, as I'll later discover, they are good for chaining people to.  Ross and Mark also worked on the plumbing of the toilet, telling me it's not fitting with the building code so i could never tell anyone about this basement.  Next to the toilet was a hatch in the floor. when you opened a small ladder took you down about 6 feet.  The septic tank was a giant glass/plastic tank.  "We can't connect it to the main sewer pipes without paying for it.  So instead we're going to store all the waste in here then once a month get a friend of ours to remove it with his waste truck.  The tank was big, easily big enough to stand up or lie down inside it.  I was amazed that they had built it actually, it was like nothing I'd ever seen.  My brother climbed inside the septic tank and said it was now finished and ready to be used.

We worked all day in the dark basement, as they installed good lighting and I painted.  But  I was dying to cum....5 days without cumming plus, my body was really drugged up.  My brother and Ross walked around half naked all day and we watched sport on TV.  I was horny and all I could see were muscular men.

Late that night we were all back upstairs, my bro feeding me drink after secretly drugged drink.  Just small amounts so that I wasn't aware.  My mind going crazy with lust.

Eventually Ross left, whispered somethin in my bros ear and they both laughed as he walked out.  Soon after me and Mark headed for bed.  I got into my single mattress at the bottom of his king bed.  Without even thinking Mark stripped naked in front of me before getting into his bed.  His meaty uncut cock was HUGE and veiny.  His balls massive and low hanging and hairy.  He was so manly.  My dick was so hard. 

I tried to jack off but it was too hard with the sheets over me.  After an hour I heard him snoring a little, so pulled off the sheets and started to rub my own little cock.  My brother, after "feeling sorry for me" had put the rest of the single bed in his room now too - so I was finally at the same height as his bed rather than just the mattress on the floor.  I thought he was doing this to be good to me - but instead he was doing it to ensure he could see me, and he made sure the base squeaked with ANY movement.  It was literally impossible to jack off.  I got up and went to the bathroom with the hope of jacking off in there but the bed squeaked so much when I got up that he woke.  I went for my piss and knew I had to return soon or he would know what I was doing - how embarrassing.

When I got back to our room, the light was on and my bro was sitting up in bed, his chest on full display.

"What's up bro?" I asked.
"Just waiting for you to get back from your piss"
He looked angry.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"All that drinking today made my breath stink...I went to get some gum, as you're always chewing it.  And I found these in your bag - care to explain?" with that he held up his work socks, shorts and dirty underwear.  I went BRIGHT red in shame.
"Umm...i-i dunno...I mustve grabed them while I was cleaning up, sorry Mark"

"BULLSHIT FAGGOT" he said, looking angry. 
"I SWEAR bro" i said lying.
"You're LYING" he said, totally catching me.
Tears in my eyes now.  "I'm sorry bro, I just wanted to try wearing some manly clothes for a change.  I think that's why Angela left me, coz I'm not manly enough".
My bro realised he had me now.  My body was sweating - from withdrawal.  He had planned this perfectly.

He stared at me for a moment, then grinned.  Patting the bed he told me to sit next to him.  "Bro I can understand why you'd want to be like me" he said flexing his biceps.  "Tell you what, I'll help you work out, help you become more manly and win Angela back...but you have to trust me ok."

"Um...ok...like what?"

"Well first of all, you need to take some steroids.  Not hardcore shit, just some small pills to help you".  I look at him unsure.  "Trust me bro, it'll be fine, I use them all the time" he lied to me confidently. 

"Um, ok" I say, unsure.

Mark opens his top drawer and grabs two pills. "Here, take these"

I do as he tells me...one blue,  one white.  "What are these?"

Mark lies again confidently "The blue one is the steroid (viagra really) the white one is something to keep your apetite up (xtc really).  They can make you feel a bit weird at first, but trust me, they'll work - ok?"

"Sure bro..th-thank you"

"We'll get you on a low fat diet and get your energy levels up.  Now this is gonna sound weird, but you can't jack off either"

"What!?!?" i ask in shock and blushing a bit.

"I know it sounds dumb, but give it a week, that's all.  Not cumming helps you build up energy to work out - trust me, if you jack off it makes these pills totally worthless.  I don't know why it is but its true" he again lied confidently.

"Bro I'm not an idiot, that doesn't sound right to me"

"Sure Matty, the skinny puny guy knows what to do and I, the muscular popular guy, does not" he says sarcastly.

I look at him unsure...and then finally give in.  "OK bro, if you think it will help".

"It will bro.  OK, put on my clothes, lets see how you look!" he grins.

The pills kicking in already, im feeling good.  He throws me the clothes and tells me to change - and that he won't look while i get naked.  I quickly do as he tells me while he grabs a bag of white powder from his top drawer.  He puts a little in his hand.  Im now wearing his clothes, my tiny dick rock hard in his dirty underwear.  "Fuck bro, you look more masculine already" he says smiling.

I cover my hardon, feeling so embarrassed but the drugs making me not care as well. 

"Here bro, sniff this powder out of my hand - it's another steriod that will basically make you feel very strong".  

For some reason, under his power, I do as he tells me.  Unwittingly snorting coke from my big bros manly hand...which smells of cock and piss (clearly he had been rubbing his meat while I was in the bathroom going for a piss).

The smells and the drugs driving me nuts.  "Bro I really don't think I can handle a week without masterbating" I say to him.

"That's ok Matty, I have just what you need".  He hands me a small plastic device. 

"What's this?" I ask.

"A chastity cage...all the men use it when they first start working out.  Stops you getting hard from the pills, saves you being embarrassed little bro".

Fuck what a great invention i naively think.  Taking it from him, my bro shows me how it works.  Without warning my bro punches me HARD in the balls

I fall over his muscular legs on the bed as I gasp in pain, making me gag almost.

He grins and tells me to put the cage on now that my dick is small.  I realised it was the only way I could fit it.  I turn my back to him and slowly put it on, then lock it in place.

"Sorry I had to hit you bro, but now you know why" he laughs.  I notice his own dick is huge under the sheets and tenting a bit.

The drugs make the pain go away.  He takes the key from my hand.  "I'll look after this, as I know the first week will be tough.  You can cum next weekend". 

I can't believe my ears...the drugs making me feel good but Im so confused as to why this is happening and how weird it was to have my bro holding the key to let me cum.  Still, I totally trusted him and was wanting so bad to be muscular like him.

We both finally went to sleep again, he slept soundly but again I was sleep deprived from the drugs and being SO horny but not able to get properly hard.

I woke early at 5am as my bro was getting changed.  "Sorry bro, I have to work.  Got a job called in that I can't miss out on.  You have the day to yourself" he said, smiling and leaving.

He finally left and I searched everywhere for the key but couldnt find it.  I needed to jack off so bad, as I lay there in a chastity cage and wearing my older bros dirty used socks and dark green used boxer briefs.  I tried to rub my cock but got zero pleasure.   The drugs had also now worn off, apart from the viagra, and I was desperate for another hit...even though I didn't know why.  My body shaking and sweating more and more as the day went on.

By 3pm my brother finally arrived home with Ross.  "Beer us bro" he said as he walked in, knowing I'd be in withdrawal.  I'd had a couple of beers myself, hoping it would make me feel better, but they did nothing for me this time around for some reason.

My bro saw the beer bottles and told me I couldnt do that anymore.  He got shitty at me for drinking when Im supposed to be building muscle. 

For the whole week he changed my diet, but instead of gaining weight I was getting skinnier and girlier.  He told me to shave my legs as thats what newbies do when they train.  I did that.  He told me to shave ALL my hair too, saying it will help.  So i did, everything from the neck down.  He had me running on the treadmill but that was all. 

He also slowly increased my secret drug addiction.  I was craving the "steriods" and begging him for them by the next Friday.  He would make me clean up more or run in front of him while he drank beer and watched TV in the basement.  I'd be working out while he watched.  I felt so weird but glad that I was doing what he told. 

Tonight he had given me two of the white pills...and for some reason I felt like I was on another planet.

"Bro, can I cum tonight please?  I cant cope anymore, I'm not sleeping from these pills, they're driving me nuts" I said.

Mark looked at me from the sexy black leather couch he was on watching TV in that basement.  "Actually lil bro I'm feeling horny too.  Check this out" and without warning he slid down his shorts revealing his MEATY leaking, veiny uncut cock.  9.5" of stinking man meat, the head so purple and angry.  I look at it stunned, still running and sweating.  Precum on the tip.

"You can stop running bro" he tells me.  The XTC in my system driving me nuts...im in awe of his meat.  "Come here bro" he orders me.  I do as im told. walking over to him, my body skinny and sweaty, pale and smooth.  "You like my cock bro?"

Im in total shock.  I nod in silence, blushing, then look away.  He jacks it really slowly. The foreskin wet and shiney, smelling of piss, sweat and other stinky manly smells.  He tells me to sit next to him.  I do...my own cock trying to get hard, but cant in the cage.  He jacks slowly next to me....then tells me to take off my pants.  He gets me to snort more coke (which I still think are steriods) from his hand.  I remove my pants revealing my tiny caged hairless dick and balls.  He laughs, making me feel even weaker and light headed.

"Little bro I can see that you're still not quite ready to cum yet, perhaps a few more days"

"WHAT??? OH FUCK BRO PLEASE, I can't handle this much longer" i beg as he continues his slow jack.

"Tell ya what bro, how much would you like to get some of my big manly protein rich cum in your faggot lil stomach"...his words knocked me.  I said nothing as my own lil dick leaks pre, which he sees.  "I think you like that idea Matty?  You wanna drink my protein rich cum and become big and strong like me?  Or do you wanna jack off your lil cock and have a pathetic watery cum.  One will make you into a man like me, the other will keep you as a lil bitch.  Your choice".

His mind fucking verbal was getting to me.  I really felt like a failure if I was to jack off and I knew I'd be disappointing him.  He looked at me...then grabbed my hand and gently placed is on his meaty huge dick.  Like electricty through my faggot body I tried to grip it...it was literally throbbing in my hand, I'd never felt anything so huge in my hand.  I felt even weaker...i could feel his strong heart beating through the veins of his meat...and I slowly started to jack him.  Drugged up and horny.

"Get on the floor bro, do it from there, it will be easier"

I do as im told, kneeling on the cold concrete floor, my tiny dick cage and leaking...as i sit between his meaty thighs, jacking his monster cock.  He removes his shorts entirely, naked like me.  Him manly.  Me so fucking pathetic.  But i felt so good pleasing my big bro like this.  In shock that I was jacking Mark off, his cock SOOOO much bigger than mine.   I really wanted his cum though, thinking how manly I would be if I drank it.  I had heard that drinking cum was full of protein.  He was totally brainwashing me with his verbal and his drugs.  I was his.

After a few minutes he tensed up and suddenly he grabbed my head and told me to open wide.  I did as i was told just as his HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE thick load blasted into my faggot mouth.  Rope after rope of manly jock big bro cum spurting into my faggot lil mouth.  He moaned and roared. "Drink that fucking man juice you skinny little bitch" he yelled at me.  HIs sperm swimming into my tummy, hopefully making me manly as I drank it.  My head swimming with coke and xtc and viagra surging through my trapped cock.  Precum oozing out of me.  Im in lust with my bro.  He slaps my face a few times with his hand, hurting me and leaving marks, as he grunts and jacks with his other hand.  A few splatters of cum on my lips and chin.

He then grabbed a little more coke and sprinkled it on his wet foreskin.  Here bro, get some steriods straight from the source.  I slurped up the white powder from his thick juicy foreskin....devouring it before it hit me...totally fucking me up.

He told me to lie down on the mattress while he finished watching sport.  Within minutes I was asleep from the the drug. 

---

I awoke the next morning in bed upstairs with my bro, both wearing our boxers.  I had limited recollection of the night before and felt all hot and cold and a bit sweaty as I woke.  I felt the cage on my cock and suddenly remembered what it was for. 

I vaguely remembered having some dream about my bro jacking off...but that was all.  He woke up at the same time as me.

"Hey man, have a good sleep?" he asked

"Yeah...i feel so weird this morning"

"I'm not surprised" he laughed "You drank a lot last night and passed out on the couch - so I brought you up here, thought you might be more comfortable in my bed" he lied convincingly.

"Oh...sorry bro, i don't know why I didn't handle my beers"

He laughed again.  "Don't worry Matty, it was probably just the steriods and meds reacting with you.  Speaking of which - you should have some more...but we'll hold off on the steriods powder, it's something you should really only take at night".

I felt butterflies in my tummy too...mainly because I felt so horny, which I didn't tell him of course.

I spent the day cleaning his house for him as he worked on his truck.  That evening he came in, all sweaty and greasy.  I felt precum oozing from my limp caged dick, making me feel so pathetic.

I grabbed him a beer.  "Thanks bro!" he flopped down on the couch, his shorts riding up his muscular thighs, showing his less tanned flesh.  My dick aching in my cage as i glanced at him.

"You look a bit sad Matt?"

"Sorry man... just been thinking about Angela"

"Dude you gotta let go of her, she has moved on"

"Yeah I know...I just loved her sooo much"

Mark looked at me for a while...then looked like he was going to say something...but instead drank more beer. 

"What is it?" I asked

He took a deep breath, looking very seriously at me.  "Bro...I don't know how to tell you this... but... I fucked Angela a few times"

My heart shattered and anger built up inside me.  "WHAT THE FUCK?"

"I'm sorry man, she was just so slutty - seriously, she was always coming on to me. I swear I never ever meant to do it, but she was so fukin hot and I was drunk"

"How could you?" tears in my eyes

"Bro...I'm sorry...but I wasn't the only one.  She was sleeping around for the last year, I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to hurt you"

"Well you have fuckin hurt me Mark.  Your my older bro and she was my one true love, how could you do that?".

"Dude, she was fucking around - she wasn't in love with you.  I was trying to find out about her feelings for you - she wanted to have dinner with me, so we did.  I was trying to be a good brother and find out if she was having an affair or not...when I found out she had been fucking loads of guys I knew that me fucking her wasn't going to be the end - it was already over.  But like I say, I was really drunk, I never planned it" (although he did plan it).

I looked at him in shock...so so hurt, but also appreciating she was fucking others...I had known that in the end.  My bro has always been a horn dog and has broken up a number of couples...so it wasn't really a big surprise, and like he said, it was over already.

"You said you were drunk, but you slept with her a few times?"

"I didn't mean to man... but it just happened.  I really am sorry bro".  He looked so genuine.

He got up and sat next to me - hugging me with his sweaty, oily, slightly smelly, strong body.   I felt so weak, but forgave him instantly.  At least he was being honest with me.

"Matty,  you will get over her once you believe in your heart she isn't coming back...I think right now you believe that she isn't this slut that I'm telling you she is".

He was right.  Despite his admission, and her to me when we broke up, I still thought that deep down inside she was sweet and kind and might come back to me. 

"I don't know how to believe she is over me" I say, looking sad.

"Bro don't worry about it, I'll figure something out.  Im your big bro after all - it's my job to protect you.  You're mine to protect".

Those words 'you're mine to protect' made me feel so cared for, but also so small and helpless.  He polished off his beer and came back with my meds.   I took the pills and then snorted the powder, still having no clue it was coke.  "Matty I'm gonna start giving you more powder doses during the day, ok?" 

"OK" I replied.

He only gave me the tiniest amount...I felt a bit light headed and everything felt a bit surreal...my dick in so much pain desperate to get hard.

The rest of the night was uneventful.  When we finally went to bed I was feeling so out of it, the whole evening felt like a blur and I was already forgetting things.  Why were these meds affecting my ability to think properly?  I couldn't remember things as well and my head certainly didn't feel clear.  It was hard to concentrate and was relying more and more on Mark telling me to do things , like clean up, brushing my teeth, having a shower etc. I hadn't spent one second looking for a job.

The week went on like this...I was starting to lose track of time and what day of the week it was.

I was also wondering how he could afford his house and all his nice things, despite him hardly working.  He had gotten me to set up an automatic payment from my bank account to his... he did it online with me when I was extra fucked up one night and instead of making it $500 a week for rent he typed in $5000 from my account to his.  In a couple months he would have every cent of mine. 

For three weeks this routine carried on - me cleaning and cooking for him...staying skinny and smooth... denied to cum...mind fucked into taking tonnes of meds...and feeling totally out of control and under his power.  He did the odd job but mostly worked at home or would hang out with Ross.   He told me they were making money on the side with bootleg movies.  I didn't know what it was about and I didnt want to ask as I don't like anything illegal.  I figured they were pirating movies or something, as my bro has a number of computers all of which are locked apart from one in the living room.

I had lost weight and had forgotten why I was even taking the meds and steriods.  It was just routine.  The drugs were messing with my mind and I never left the house. 

One Friday night we were watching ESPN, loads of sexy tanned guys on the screen.  He suddenly looked at me.  "Bro....I have a solution to your problems"

I looked at him, my eyes a little heavy but feeling so good inside.  "What is it bro?"

"Well, I've been really impressed with how well you've been working out.  You're looking great - you've lost all that fat - now that you're skinnier we can start the next lot of work". 

His words making me feel so good inside.

He grabbed another beer, and burped loudly next to me.  "You can cum tonight, I think you're ready, because you did everything I told you to - you've lost weight, you've cleaned and cooked.  If you cum tonight it won't affect our health and exercise plan we have going for you"

I looked at him with HUGE relief. I'd been so horny since day one, but kept forgetting why I was wearing the cage.  He was always reminding me that it was to keep me focused.  Although I'd always thought it had done the opposite.

"ohhh fuck bro, that would be SO good!" I said, looking relieved.

"But there's a catch...I want to help you with another problem, and this one won't be so easy"

Now I was a bit worried.  "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Dude I want to help you move on from Angela.  You need to see how much she doesn't care at at all about you.  Don't you agree?"

I thought for a second.  "Yep...I do agree...but I know it's going to break my heart"

"It probably will bro, but you have to remember in the long run it will definitely be worth it.  Pain now will only help you heal, I swear".

I sighed.  "I know, you're totally right.  So what's the plan?".

He finished off his beer then looked me in my eyes.  "I think I should sleep with her again... and have you nearby, so you can hear her talk and see her not caring".

I was taken aback.  That was NOT what I thought he was going to say.

"I dunno man, that sounds too painful"

"It will be, but you want to be a man like me right?"

I was a bit offended by that, because I am a man, but I agreed with him. 

"I mean, you want to fuck girls like I do right?  And to do that you need to be more of a man - you need to be tougher.  You need to quit this broken heart routine"

He was right.

"S-so what will happen?" I asked.

He gave me some more steriods to snort, still totally unaware I now had a major coke addiction.  I felt more relaxed.

"Good boy" he said. "See, you're becoming more of a man with every snort".  Fuck he was great at mind fucking me. He had me in the palm of his manly hand.  "So, this is the plan.  You can hide in the closet in my room.  I'll show you how easy it is for me to fuck her - and I'll try to get her to say what she really thinks about you.  It may well be hurtful, but you need to hear it before you can move on.  Trust me Matty, I'm good with this shit".

I totally trusted my alpha brother.  "W-won't you mind me seeing you naked and hard?" I asked.  Still not remembering what he had done to me my first week, when I had blown him. 

He laughed.  "Matty you see me naked all the time getting changed or after my shower.  And I don't care if people see me fucking someone.  Besides, I'll only leave the door open a crack - it's not like you'll be watching us - it's more about you hearing her".

He had me convinced. "But..w-what about me cumming?"

"Bro, Angela has a fuckin hot body...I wouldn't be surprised if you jacked off while I was seducing her...before I get her to talk about you. And that's totally fine bro.  You need to cum while looking at a hot chick like her, even if she is your ex".

Precum oozed from my cage...I was horny as hell.  4 weeks worth of cum.  My dick was overiding my heart and I quickly agreed to his idea.

---

We went upstairs and into his bedroom. He had a single wardrobe with a sliding mirror door.  He told me to get inside and get comfortable. I was as high as a kite but still unaware of my addiction.  He told me it would help my self confidence to wear some of his clothes - dirty ones would be better as they smell more manly.  "It'll help you feel like more of a man - just to remind you of your big powerful bro while she says things that hurt your feelings.  Thinking of me will make you cope with it better man" he said.

He gave me some of his dirty work socks - they smelt really strong but for some reason it made me hornier.  I was trembling I was so horny.  I put them on, along with a pair of his dirty boxer briefs.  Next was a leather jacket over my naked upper body.  I was hot and sweaty, which made Mark's dick harden a little.  I looked so fuckin pathetic to him.  Smooth, sweaty, chastisied and about to be cuckolded by him.  He was sending me down a dark path and I had no idea.  He told me take another hit of steriods.  I snorted this from his manly calloused hand.

I got inside the wardrobe .  It wasn't big enough to lie down in and his clothes hanging above meant I couldn't stand up.  It was actually quite uncomfortable.  "Now bro I'll leave the door open as wide as my little finger...that way you can see us clearly but she won't be able to see you.  But you can't make a fuckin noise, I fucking mean it" he said seriously.

"I won't, I swear"

"If you need to sneeze or something gay like that, just put these over your face - he threw me some dirty socks and undies from his laundry basket.  The smell was so strong and manly.  The cupboard smelt strongly of my bros sweat and piss from his dirty laundy - mixed in with the musky cologne from his hanging shirts above.  It was a dark, sexy little prison for me.

"I arranged Angela to come over today - she has no idea you live here, so I've hidden all your things"  he told me.  Speaking of which, I actually handn't seen my clothes or belongings all week for some reason.  I would later find out that he had burnt them all.

He gave me another viagra - telling me this special pill will just help keep me comfortable in the small space.  He grinned slyly as I swallowed it.

We chatted for a while and drank beers, me in the closet with the door open and him on his bed...thighs wide open, bulge sticking out in his dark blue adidas shorts.

About 30 mins later the doorbell rang.   He grinned "Show time".

He slid the door almost closed - a fingers width open.  The angle wasn't great...but I could JUST make out the bed and where they would be lying.  I was actually wanting him to fuck her hard and hurt her...I was so hurt by her.

My heart went into overdrive as I heard her sexy voice for the first time in weeks from downstairs.  My bro was making me sweat it out upstairs.  I heard him clearly say to  go into the living room and he'll be back soon with a wine for her.

He raced upstairs.  "Sorry bro, I want her fully relaxed so will give her a couple wines... you doing ok?" he asked quietly to me. 

"Yeah man, but i'm thirsty... can you get me a drink too?"

"Sure bro" he said.

I heard him rummaging around outside the door for a bit, then he rushed downstairs.  He told Angela he was just finishing some laundry upstairs and was almost done.  He poured her a big red wine then poured a large whiskey for me.   He poured it in a tall glass, spit in it, spat a huge loogy in it and then secretly pissed about 40% into the glass.  He swirled it up and brought it upstairs.  He slid it through the door - then pushed the door back and again rummaged around outside the wardrobe door for a minute.

"Thanks man" I said.  "It's so hot in here, Im sweating with this jacket on"

"Good bro, sweating is manly. It will help you feel more of a man.  I'll be back soon"

And with that he went downstairs.  I heard him put music on - rap with a decent bass.  I couldn't hear their specific conversation but I figured he was trying to get her to open up about me.

Instead, he was telling her that I'd moved overseas for a fresh start and didnt want anything to do with him.  She asked if he had told him about them fucking and he said no.  Mark told Angela that I had had a secret drug problem and owed people money - and that she wouldnt see me ever again - to which she looked very relieved.  She didn't like being so honest with her ex-boyfriends older brother but figured he had cheated with her and so thought that Mark probably didnt give a fuck about me.  She was right.

I drank my drink...it tasted weird - but everything did since I started on these weird "steriods".

I was so hot too...but left the jacket on.  The heat getting to me, I drank my big very alcoholic drink fast.  The heat was almost too much so decided to slide open the door for a while to let some cooler air in...but the door wouldn't move.  FUCK, he must've accidently put something at the end of the door to stop it sliding. I tried a couple times but didnt want to push too hard incase I made a noise.  I was trapped until he came up.

For nearly 2 hours I sat in there.  Drugged, drunk, horny, sweaty and trapped, unable to lie down flat and unable to stand up tall.

Eventually I heard them coming up the stairs, my heart was racing.

They walked in - both naked!  Her skinny body looked amazing as did her c cup tits and puffy nips.  She was so horny - he pussy shaven clean for him.  She never did that for me.  His meaty cock was ENORMOUS.  Uncut and drooling and veiny.  They sat on the end of the bed close to me.  My bro started rubbing her tits and puffy nips while making out with her.  Their tongues deep inside each others mouths.  His finger slipped into her cunt as he sucked her tit.  She was SO horny and totally oblivious to the fact I was trapped in his wardrobe watching.

He was rough on her tits, making her moan loudly - it was turning me on SO much but also breaking my heart....he seemed way more into this than I thought he'd be.

When he pulled back from her pale titties I could see large hickies all over them.  He had marked her.  I felt so fucking horny...my head was spinning.

He then stood up...precum dripping from his giant meat.  He walked over to me, my heart racing...his cock bobbing near me.  He apologised for the laundry basket being in the room - as he picked it up from near the wardrobe door he then slid it completely shut - locking me in almost pitch blackness.  I couldn't believe it - had he done that on purpose or by accident??

He removed the laundry basket - from what I could tell - then heard them back on the bed again.

They kissed loudly - both moaning.

"Ohh fuck youre so fucking sexy Mark" she said.  Id never heard her so horny.

"MMmm you too" he said in between kisses.  Suddenly her moans got louder...and louder...and LOUDER...and she came loudly.  I couldnt see a thing, so had no idea how he had made her cum.  I was so horny...my head spinning. Starting to feel so weak in here.

"OH GOD FUCK ME" she screamed.

"Yeah, is my cock bigger than Matts?" he asked

She laughed "FUCK yes!  Surely he was adopted because your cock is HUGE Mark"

My heart shattered.

"Yeah babe, Im the fuckin real man"

"Did you like to fuck Matt?"

"No...he was terrible in bed...sorry I hope you don't mind me saying that"

"FUCK no!" Mark laughed.  "What do I care, he's on the other side of the world doing drugs with faggots probably"

Angela laughed.  "Do you think he's gay?"

"Definitely" he said

My heart was ripping in too.  The drugs driving me crazy and for some reason it sounded as though Mark was ripping me down to her.  I just could NOT understand what he was doing.  How this was helping me.  But it was turning me on too...he just seemed so fucking manly and in control.  My ex, who I couldnt even talk to anymore, was doing ANYthing he wanted.  She was putty in his hands.

Suddenly I remembered he said I could jerk off.  But how?  I was so horny.  Then I remember the jacket.  I checked the pockets and sure enough there was the key.  HOLY FUCK!!!  My hands were trembling so much I found it hard to unlock - especially in the near darkness.  I removed it and my cock sprung hard INSTANTLY.  The feeling was AMAZING - it actually hurt as the blood rushed to the head.  Normally with Angela I struggled to cum...and I stuggled to stay hard when fucking her.  If only she could see me now - I was harder than ever.  I rubbed it a few strokes and without warning I felt the warm orgasm building...i was in shock as to how fast it was happening.  I grabbed my bros dirty socks and bunched them over my mouth to stop me making a noise as a i came harder than EVER all over my faggot sweaty smooth chest and his wardrobe floor - which was litterd in his dirty socks and underwear.  My body was shaking and sweaty and I was still so fuckin horny. 

Outside I could hear them fucking loudly...his giant balls slapping her.

"Oh god...Mark" she moaned

"Fuck yeah babe, you like my hard meat?" he asked, knowing the answer

"Ohhhh fuck...fuck my cunt harder! Your cock is so fucking huge"

"Fuck yeah, feel my huge balls on your wet cunt lips?"

"YESSSSS" and with that she came again, from the sounds of it.

"Yeah I'm bigger than Matt huh?"

"His cock was NOTHING compared to yours Mark...nothing compared to anyones"

My bro laughed.

They continued fucking, the bed squeaking, the headboard banging, his balls slapping, her pussy squelching.

The fucking went on for a long time...I had no concept of time.  I had now removed my bros leather jacket as I was drenched in sweat.  I was so horny, so frustrated, so hot and for some reason I was CRAVING those steriods.  I fukin NEEDED them.  I couldnt move though...and now I needed to piss desperately.  I grabbed my rock hard cock and tried to piss into the glass I was given...i tdidnt take long to reach the top.  I soon realised I was going to have to drink it, as I didnt want my bro to know I had pissed in it.  I also had to make room for the rest of my piss.  I drank it all back...it was dark yellow and extra acidic.  Luckily I didnt gag or make any noise.  I drank my own piss from the closet inside my big bros room while he fucked my hot ex wife.  This was so incredibly humiliating and wasn't making me feel manly at all - in fact, quite the opposite. I was feeeling worthless.

As I was drinking the second glass of my own piss my dick suddenly shot off without warning, blasting a watery load all over my smooth thighs and my bro's dirty clothes.  It was so incredible I nearly fainted, the feeling SO intense, the orgasm so fuking powerful - at the exact same time I heard my brother ROAR with a huge load, as Angela came again loudly herself. 

I was delirious as I lay there covered in sweat in the dark heat - while my bro lay deep and raw inside Angela's shaven cunt.

"Ohhh fuck that was good" he said. 

Angela remained silent but you could hear her panting.

I heard the rustling of the sheets then my bro said "Oh wow, that was a massive load - it's leaking out of you, sorry about that" he said laughing.

Angela moaned in pleasure.  "Fuck Mark...that was incredible...i don't know how you do it, but everytime we fuck you are the best fuck of my life".  Her words crushed me.  Maybe this is what my bro meant by words I should hear.  My cock remained rock hard as i listened.

"Youre a great fuck too Angela...when can we do it again?" he asked.

"Anytime for you!"

"Yeah that's my girl" he replied. 

'My girl?' i thought.  I couldnt work out what was happening...the heat and drug withdrawal finally got to me and I passed out.

I awoke about 2 hours later, as my bro slapped my face gently.  "Wake up lil bro, you ok?"

I opened my eyes...and found I was now lying on his bed - the sheets smelt strongly of sex, cum, sweat, musk and her perfume.  "You must have passed out bro!  Sorry I took so long but after we fucked she wanted to go again...I didn't realise you'd been in there for almost 5 hours" he lied.

"Shit...im so thirsty" I said, totally out of it.

Mark lay me down, I realised my cage was back on again.  My watery sperm dried on my right thigh and some on my belly.  He gave me some water and I drank it all in one go. 

"Mark, can I ask you something?  How did tonight help me?"

He looked at me for a while..he was wearing just a pair of boxers.  His muscles all shiney with sweat.  Angela had clearly gone home already. 

He leant down next to my face - his face near mine.  He pointed to his neck - he had hickies.  He grinned.  "Did she ever give you hickies, and fuck you so loudly?".

"N-no man" I said, feeling heart broken again.

"I shut the door on you because I thought it would be too hot for you to watch - and you might keep cumming and eventually make noise.  You find me sexy right?" his question took me by surprise. 

"Wh-what do you mean?" I replied.

"Well, you blew my cock on your first weekend with me".

I laughed..."whatever", still not recalling it

He flexed in front of me.  "You jack off thinking about me all the time don't you?"

Again i felt my dick trying to get hard, as he stared into my eyes - so close to my face.  His lips looked chapped from all the making out he'd had with my ex-wife. 

I was starting to feel confused.  "What do you mean I blew you?", I ask, a bit slow off the mark.

He got up and grabbed his laptop - then showed me a video of me clearly blowing his massive cock. 

I was shaking - from withdrawal and from shock.  "I-I...I don't remember that" I say, tears in my eyes.

He laughed.

"That's because you're a dumb fuck who loves his older bro.... you fuckin worship me"

His words were true but made me feel terrible and humiliated.

He grabbed his drawer and pulled out the steriods powder.

"OH FUCK MARK" my eyes go wide "I need more, PLEASE, it really helps, please".

He grinned at me.  "You know what Matty, I need to be honest with you......see this bag here?" he teased me with it, dangling it above my face - his sweaty brown hairy pits smelt strong as he held his arm up.  "This, my faggot little brother, is cocaine - and you are a fucking addict"

I suddenly felt like I was going to faint.  "What???"

"Yep - who the fuck heard of steriods as a white powder you snort?  Fuck you're a stupid idiot.  No wonder Angela left you - apart from the fact you're clearly a faggot".

I started to cry.  "How could you??"

"Coz You're a fucking princess and I've always fukin resented you.  Youre a skinny little bitch - just what I need.  I love bitches like you - not only can I get you to worship me, do everything for me around the house, cook and clean, give me massages - but you will also star in some real sick fucked up movies, which will make me and Ross very, very, rich".  He emphasised the second "very".

I looked at him in total shock...sweaty and shaking

"You want some?" he dangled the bag over my face "You wanna snort some more of 'steriods' and make yourself feel soooo fucking good lil bro?"

"Oh god Mark, PLEASE, give me some then can we talk, PLEASE?"

He laughed again.

"Listen up Matty boi - you call the shots.  I've told everyone you know that you've got a drug problem and got into shit with some dealers.  That you fled the country.  Your old employer was most unimpressed and no one will ever want to hire a drug addict loser like you.  You will live in my home 24/7 - this is your new life fag.  You will do what I say, when I say it.  Do as I say, and you'll get more coke and I might even let you cum.  Fight with me - and you will be dead before you fucking know it - and it will be long and painful."

My head was spinning...my whole world upside down. 

He lay on the other side of the bed next to me and sprinkled coke on his thigh.  "You want it?  Come and get it.  If you don't want it - I'll let you go right now, no questions".  But he knew he had me hooked.  This was a very well orchestrated plan to fuck with me - and he'd won.  I was DESPERATE for another hit - and I knew he was going to fuck me up with much much worse....but he looked so fukin sexy and cocky...his thigh so muscular...pale on the inside at the top near his boxers - and tanned midway down this thighs.

Without warning I leant over and snort the line - licking it too, to ensure I got it all.  The line was huge, much more than normal.  I was like an animal - snorting, licking, NEEDING it.  I was making out with his muscular inner thigh.  His cock tented as I did it...and I knew I was his.  My life was about to change forever.

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