How I Got Caught


by Zachary Jason Rogers (Click for Author's Home Page)<Surfguy99201@hotmail.com>

This is a true story. The names have been changed. But this all happened to me.

The bathroom door opened and it was Nick! He was wearing his school rugby jersey and hilfiger jeans and sneakers. He looked hot as always. Just behind him was Maria, his girlfriend. They were still 14, but they had done it all. They were just about to do it again, when the odd noise from the bathroom got their attention.

A half an hour earlier, I had sneaked into the bathroom, with a pair of off white briefs in my hand and a _d_i_l_d_o_ in the other. I had often told my brother Nick who I was going to use the _d_i_l_d_o_ on, this girl or that girl. I pretended to be straight, and I pretended to be a real stud with the girls. But the _d_i_l_d_o_ was for me.

As I slipped off my board shorts and whities and threw my t shirt to the floor, I thought about Nick. He was sooooo hottttt. I'd already turned 17, but Nick was all I thought about. He was at least my size already, in every way, the girls loved him, guys too, he was smart, athletic, popular, tough, a champion wrestler, star student, _s_e_x_ machine. He was my step brother. After my dad and mum divorced, he went to England and she settled in Perth and almost immediately met Nick's father, a big, handsome, athletic guy himself. I could tell from the sounds coming out of mum's room, that _s_e_x_, long absent, was back in full force.

The _d_i_l_d_o_ inched a little way up my asshole. I draped the soiled briefs over my face, making sure that my nose and mouth were covered with the place where his penis and balls had been. Pubic hair and yellow cum and piss stains filled with my nostrils with ticklish aroma. A real man's smell. As my left hand eased the huge 10 inch _d_i_l_d_o_ up my boyhole, my right hand pumped hard on my stiffening, but not much lengthening, _c_o_c_k_. Nick was way bigger, as I noticed when I peeked at him secretly in the shower. And now I was thinking about the scene I imagined every time I masturbated, since Nick became my brother.

It was a fantasy I sure as hell didn't want anyone else to know about. My mum, my mates at school and on the wrestling team, my teachers, the school principal---what would they all think if they knew that I started every masturbation session imagining the start of a wrestling match between me and Nick?

I stroked myself slowly as I closed my eyes and saw the scene: Nick was trying to get on the varsity wrestling team and I was one of the varsity captains. He wanted to wrestle me to show me what he could do. I ridiculed him and told him no way he could beat me! I told him I'd wrestle him, OK, but when I won I was gonna give him the paddling he deserved for thinkin he could beat me. He agreed. We wrestled out by the track and soccer field. A big crowd of kids gathred to watch, hoping to see me give the upstart a good thrashing and paddling. I tried a couple of lunges, but Nick was too quick for me. I tried some other moves, but nothin seemed to work! Some of the guys were starting to whistle and shout out trash talk to me. I heard some giggles. I decided to end this thing quick. I got in front of Nick and came up hard with a kick to the balls.

He was too fast for me again. Nick sidestepped and grabbed my foot on the way up. He twisted my ankle hard and I was flipped around facing backwards when he threw me face-down on the ground. Before I knew it, Nick was on my back! He had my wrist in a lock and was jamming it up between my shoulder blades. Then the payback started. His knee came crashing into my ballsack! Again. Again. Again. I was in agony, completely beat already.

Nick ripped my shirt off and jerked me up by the wrist. He sat down on a bench and threw me helpless over his lap. With my wrist still trapped, I had to support my weight with one hand on the ground. My toes couldnt reach the ground on the other side. My ass was poised for a paddling. Someone handed Nick coach's paddle, the one with the small holes bored in it to cut down wind resistance. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I was gonna get my ass paddled by my little brother! The crowd was cheering, girls and guys.

All of a sudden, I felt Nick's fingers under the waistband of my gym shorts. Rrrrriiiippppp! In one motion the shorts were gone and I felt the cool wind on my butt. Only a flimsy jockstrap covered what was left of my manhood. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHAKWHACKWHACKWHACK!!!!!!!! I was screaming and crying and snotting like a little boy, but the crowd loved it!

When I thought he'd never stop, he jerked me up, still held fast by the wrist, and displayed me to the crowd. They all saw it at once.....I had a raging bone trying to pop through the top of my jockstrap! STRIP HIM! STRIP HIM! STRIP HIM! STRIP HIM! The crowd knew exactly what it wanted. Nick leaned over and whispered in my ear, "OK, loser, lose the strap. NOW!" He jerked harder on my wrist, and my free hand went immediately to my jockstrap and eased it down. I was going to obey everything Nick said!

My _c_o_c_k_ popped out of the jockstrap as it fell to the ground. Nick held me there, naked, boned, for what seemed like an hour, while everyone looked and laughed. But then Nick whispered into my ear again. "Now jack it, loser. Show them what you're good for!" I didn't even try to protest. I jacked and jacked and jacked as if my life depended on it. My _c_o_c_k_ grew purple and hard as a drumhead and finally with all the girls screaming and laughing their approval, I started to shoot ribbons and ribbons of cum every where...........

And that's when the bathroom door opened. Nick and Maria stood there a second frozen. Then Nick said, "Well, well, what have we here?"

"Looks like a faggot," Maria giggled.

"It sure does, " Nick said.

"Wait ... I... uh...it's not....." I stammered.

A smile spread slowly across Nick's face.

"Oh yes, it is," he said.

Before I could get up, Nick was behind me, holding me in a real wristlock this time.

"So you're the guy who always pretended to be a straight stud. The guy who bragged about all the girls you've had. The guy who trash-talked gay guys, arent' you?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

Maria chimed in. "And the guy who bragged about how big his _c_o_c_k_ is. Hehehehe. Look at how small it is, Nick!"

She was right. Barely four inches hard. I knew Nick was already well on his way to having twice that much----I'd peeked at his _c_o_c_k_ often enough.

"Well, fagboy, the rules are about to change around here," Nick said, as he sat down on the edge of the bathtub and forced me down across his lap. "Hand me that hairbrush, Maria."

WHACK!!!!

"Tell Maria and me the truth about whether your queer or straight!"

"I'm a fag!"

WHACK!!!!! "You'll call me Sir!"

"I'm a fag, Sir!"

WHACK!!!!!

"For how long?"

"All my life, Sir!"

WHACK!!!!!

"So you lied before?"

"Yes, Sir"

WHACK!!!!!!

"All those 'dates' with girls were lies weren't they?"

"Yes, Sir."

WHACK!!!!!!!

"Have you EVER had even one girl?"

"No."

WHACK-WHACK!!!!!!! "No what?"

"No, Sir. I'm a virgin, Sir."

"I think I can fix that," Maria said, picking up the _d_i_l_d_o_ where I had tried to hide it when they came in.

"No, please," I whimpered.

"On your knees, bitch," Nick barked. "Suck my _c_o_c_k_!"

I obeyed.

"And spread your legs wide, bitch. Maria's gonna take your virginity! Hahahaha."

For the next half hour my ass was totally reamed by Nick's girlfriend. And I licked and kissed and sucked Nick's huge meat the whole time, becoming, I knew, his bitch, from now on.

While it went on, Nick ordered me to tell him and Maria, between slurps, every detail of my masturbation fantasy-----he figured that it must have been about him, and, as usual, he was right.

That was the beginning.

Zachary Jason Rogers, surfguy99201@hotmail. com


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