The BMOC at State University drove down the suburban street in his silver Prius, and pulled in the driveway driving passed Rod's motorcycle. He parked and strolled back to check out the bike. There was plenty of parking spots on the street and the houses were far apart, so maybe it belonged to one of Chad's friends. He looked up at the dark house. If Chad was there, he was sleeping, big brother Brad thought. He looked at the bike, and wondered what sort of chick would ride a muscle bike like that. He sighed, he wished his kid bro swung both ways for a moment, then maybe they could double date.
He headed into the house through the backdoor. It was almost 3 am. He tripped over the letterman's jacket that Rod had left on the floor.
"Chad, Chad, Chad, still leaving your stuff wherever you like," Brad said picking it up in his big hand, and sniffing the jacket. It smelled good. Brad buried his nose and inhaled deeply. Nothing like jock sweat to wake a guy up, and make him horny. Brad adjusted himself. The house was quiet. He'd bug Chad in the morning about leaving his things lying about. He decided he'd take the letterman's jacket to bed with him. He'd be sure to clean off any cum before returning it to Chad. In the foyer, he paused to look out the front window at his car and at the motorcycle. He had gotten the Prius as a graduation present from high school before he had that second growth spurt. He head duck his head to get into the car now. He'd always been bigger than Chad, and now at 23, Brad was a big 6'5" bear of a man. Maybe he'd trade in his car for a motorcycle or at least by a used bike. It would give him more cred at the bar, and he might not be coming home alone. No, that wasn't the reason that he came home alone. Chad was the reason. The little fucker always got so upset whenever he saw or heard Brad making out with another guy. At least their parents were okay about it. Brad had a room at college, but he'd promised his folks he'd sleep at home to keep tabs on Chad while they were at that annual convention for the week. There had been that cute biker boy at the bar tonight that Brad would have taken home, if only- He sighed and quietly climbed the stairs. Chad's room was in the back of the house, so Brad figured he wouldn't disturb him.
Rod was really was exhausted, he reeked of sweat. He now lay snoring peacefully in Rod's bed. Chad was exhausted too. Rod's marathon jack off session had lasted for hours. The monster cock inside him must've unleashed 10 loads. There had been a couple breaks, when Rod had raided the kitchen. He had found the dinner plate in Saran wrap that Chad's mother had left with a note, "Dear Chad, Have a good week while we're in Chicago. If you need to reach us, the information is on the foyer table. You're an adult now, so we trust you. Be sure to microwave the plate on Re-heat for 7 minutes, and don't do your classic 2 minutes on high. We will see you next Friday. Love, Mum & Dad."
"Aw, ain't that sweet, Chad," Rod remarked, "I got you and the whole house to me for a week." He grabbed a couple cold beers from the back of the fridge and headed back to the room he thought was Chad's. He rolled off a few more loads, played with touchdown. Went down for cake, ice cream and another beer. The fucker even raided Chad's parent's bathroom and found the Viagra. He whispered, "Knew it! And took a couple. Gotta keep it up for little jock."
No, really you don't, please, Rod, whined Chad.
That just made Rod harder. He sprinted back to the bed for another jack off session.
Checked out the football and wrestling posters on the bedroom wall "Ya know, Chad, I expected bikini clad babes to cover your walls, not hairy half dressed jocks. Maybe there's hope for you yet. Most seem to be the same guy. Goes to the Uni, I take it from the uniforms."
If you must know that's my big brother Brad. He's the Uni's top defensive player, and heads their wrestling team, Chad thought proudly.
It was late, Rod turned off the light, and pulled up the covers. "Aw, Chad's got a hot, hairy, big brother," Rod said, "Guess, I'll crank this one out to him. You know when I was 13, a guy tol' me that if you wished really hard, when you blew your load, then your wish would come true. Oh, yeah, I know what'd wish. I-uh=uh-uh=aaaaaaaaaaah! Wish I'd wake up in bed with your big hairy brother."
While he snored, Brad entered his room, and frowned. He could smell the beer, and saw an empty can on the floor in the moonlight. Chad must've been pretty drunk to go to sleep in Brad's bed. Brad smiled. He'd freak his little bro out, he'd climb into bed naked, and be quiet and careful not to wake Chad, then Chad would wake up spooning with his big hairy brother, who since was blue balled tonight, would be waking with his usual massive boner. He almost giggled out loud at Chad's reaction. Once hairy big Brad was naked, he gently lifted the comforter and sheet, and climbed under the covers. He muttered, "Somebody's sleeping in my bed." He eased himself into the bed, and sidled up to the big jock sleeping with his back to Brad. He sidled into a spooning possession, and popped wood. His penis head touched the back of Rod's jockstrap.
Suddenly, he heard Chad's whining voice in his head. Chad kept reviewing the day in his mind, there had to be some explanation. Something that he missed. How had this happened to him?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. That's all Rod does, I'll be gayer than my brother, if this keeps up. This afternoon, I was a stud about fuck my hot secret admirer in the field house, and the next thing I know, I am a helpless jockstrap lying on the locker room bench where Rod found me. I cannot move, and Rod forgot his jockstrap as usual. He'd usually ask to borrow Chad's, since Chad always had a spare. It was a running joke, Rod didn't need to buy a jockstrap because he could always borrow one from Chad. Now Chad was wondering if there had been something sexual about that? But yesterday Chad wasn't at practice, he was at the field house. So there was no extra jockstrap to borrow, until Chad the jockstrap materialized. Chad wished he'd been a larger size. He was getting all stretched out, and ached in places that he didn't even know he had. Being Rod's jockstrap was the hardest thing he'd ever done, at least he was enjoying himself a bit. Damn, those loads of cum were intoxicating, no wonder his brother was gay.
Brad pulled his dick back before his precum leaked out. He slid across the bed and reached under it to pull out a black leather duffel bag filled with the toys he saved for special friends. He knew Chad didn't think Rod had done this to him, but he knew that Rod didn't plan to ever give up his newest possession willingly. Brad wasn't so sure that Rod was as oblivious as Chad seemed to think, but Brad knew a few ways to extract answers, and from what he knew about Rod, Chad's new owner might just get off on being dominated by Brad.
Hearing Chad's self absorbed thoughts had only succeeded in making both Brad and Rod hard. Somehow powerful, masterful, manly stud-muffin Chad had been reduced to a sniveling, whiny, super-absorbent helpless piece of cloth that was only good for being wrapped around another guy's manhood. Damn, Brad wanted to meet the person who had done this to Chad. While he admired their work, he also wanted to pound them into dust, after all Chad was his little brother. He chuckled to himself, still a weekend as a jockstrap might be a good lesson for Chad. Maybe longer? Brad wondered if it was reversible, after all Chad been reduced from a 185 lbs of muscle to a few ounces of cotton and Spandex fabric. Brad secured the last leather fetter on Rod, and now started to work the penis gag into Rod's mouth. Rod might profess to be a top, but still he was inhaling that cock in his drunken sleep like a pro. He was sucking so hard, he didn't even seem to notice Rod cinching the gag tightly into place.
Enough for now, thought Brad. He eased his furry back into spooning position against Rod's back. His 10 inch cock was rock hard now, and it pressed against Rod's left butt cheek. Rod's fettered wrist reached under the covers pulling the lax rope with it, as he lined up Brad's cock with his rosebud, and pushed back, so that his hole swallowed two inches of Brad's cock. Brad grinned. Rod wasn't as much of a top as he made out, or least he liked ass play. In the morning, Brad planned that he would turn on the winch to tighten the loose ropes and pretty much show Rod who was boss, but it looked like even unconscious Brad knew who was boss. Brad eased his cock in an inch further. Rod moaned into his gag. He was having the best dream. Chad was screaming as Rod's cock hardened, and the dildo up his ass seemed to be growing bigger.
Brad closed his eyes. It seemed like only moments, but the daylight streaming through the windows testified that it had been hours. It was a quiet Saturday morning in suburbia. Brad's cock had worked its way in a full 7 inches, and his huge thatch of curlies was tickling Rod's sweaty ass. Rod had cum twice more with Brad's cock in him, while he slept.
Chad hadn't slept. Rod was even fucking him in his sleep. Yet Chad still wanted more. He struggled to move to make Rod hard again, but the Viagra had worn off. Still he should manage a morning wood, he was a healthy 19 year old. Damn, what was wrong with Chad. The whole night he'd relived the horror of the day and night before, but now he was getting into being an athletic supporter. He never knew it was so hard, but it was the best sweatiest workout he'd ever had, even if it wasn't his own sweat. He wanted to be human again, but he wouldn't mind spending a day a week as some hot stud's jockstrap.
Brad slid his cock slowly out by about five inches, then he tightened his embrace of Rod, and thrust the entire length of his manhood into Rod. It had the desire effect. Rod woke up. His eyes were wide, he nearly swallowed the penis gag, and his own cock exploded into Chad. As he did, his big hairy belly pressed against the waistband of the jockstrap. Chad recognized his brother.
Brad, thank goodness, you've come to rescue me! Chad's mind sang, but there was a tinge of sadness in the thought, as if he wanted to be rescued, but maybe a bit later. Both Brad and Rod heard that sadness.
"No, little brother, I've cum in Rod, and I plan to cum again and again. Chad, you're going to spend a little quality time with Rod and me, while we all get better acquainted, and then we may talk about trying to find out if there's a way to make you human, at least once in a while. Rod, I heard from jockstrap boy that you liked my pictures and wished you could wake up in bed with me. While your wish has come true."
Rod struggled to pull free, and leapt from the bed. Brad pushed the red button on the black box in the opened top drawer of his nightstand. The winch came to life, and Rod and Chad were yanked hard to the floor. Rod was spread eagle. Chad suddenly understood why Brad's sexcapades were so damn noisy. Brad slid over into the warm indentation that Rod had occupied and leaned on his elbow as he surveyed his new slave boy. Whether Rod had anything to do with Chad's current state or not, Rod would be Brad's slave boy. The fact that Rod was wearing and leaking cum into Chad even as Rod watched was just a bonus.