The beefing up of Willis was going well. Brady was most definitely committed to the project; he couldn't wait to get into the gym with his new brother each day and start filling him out with muscle. And Willis was pumped as fuck about the gains he was already making. The two of them were so much fun to watch, always so damn excited about having each other and being together and working out those hot young bodies for each other.
I gotta say, at first I thought they were kind of a mismatch, at least on a physical basis. They didn't look like the kind of guys you'd picture together. But seeing how easily Willis was packing on the muscle mass, I could tell those two would be like bookends before you knew it. Maybe not as perfectly matched as Carter and me, but soon enough they'd be rocking the same thick biceps, the same sculpted pecs and abs and powerful quads, and looking so much like true brothers you'd barely be able to tell them apart without checking out their haircuts -- Brady's close-cropped blond crew, and Willis's shaggy dark mop.
We got into the habit of taking them along with us whenever we went over to Duncan's for our own training sessions. Carter and I would get down to business on the mat, while our boys hit the weight equipment. Of course they always had access to the weight room on campus but this way they had the whole place to themselves. No lineup to get on the bench, and no shithead football players feeling their juice and trying to impress their buddies. Plus, let's face it, Duncan's weight equipment was second to none. You'd have to put down an awful lot of money to work out in a gym that was stocked so well.
We were there on a Tuesday night. Carter and I were in our own world, just scrimmaging and drilling and working on our skills -- there was nothing on earth as much fun as wrestling with my brother, shirtless or stark naked, on a clean smooth Resilite surface. Our two boys were off around the corner on the far side of the room grinding through a leg routine; at first we could hear the plates clanking and the bang of the hack squat machine, but after a while we were so immersed in our own action they could've dropped a bomb over there and we wouldn't have known it.
Until we broke for a moment's rest, and suddenly a loud, indignant voice came booming through the whole basement.
"What the hell's goin' on here?" I froze... ahh fuck, that's Jase!
And then even angrier, "What do you two dipshits think you're up to?"
Carter and I traded a quick, frantic look and then scrambled into our shorts and hustled over to the weight room. There was Jase looking all square-jawed and fierce, glaring at Brady and Willis, who were bare ass naked, boned up and dripping with sweat, huddled together like scared rabbits. And Kyle, standing right next to his brother, his big arms folded across his chest and a world-class smirk on his face.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Why don't you tell me?" Jase raged back at me. "We come here for a workout and here's these two fucking on the equipment! Your boy's got his brother bent over the bench and he's pounding his ass! What the fuck?? Is that what you let these little dickweeds get up to here every goddamn night?"
"This was the first time," Willis quickly cut in. "We've never done anything like this before. It's just -- we were spotting each other, and got carried away. We'll never do it again."
"You're damn right, you won't!" Jase barked at him, and both those boys flinched like he'd smacked them on their heads.
"We're sorry. We didn't know," Brady whimpered.
Carter hissed out an exasperated sigh. "Look, what happens on the mat is one thing. Sex and wrestling are two sides of the same coin. You need both together, if you're ever gonna be great at either one. But that doesn't mean you go around fucking whenever you feel like it. This is Duncan's place, he lets us use it so we can train. Don't disrespect that."
The two hung their heads in shame and stared at the floor.
"Clean this place up," I ordered them. "Fucking spotless. And get your goddamn clothes on. We're done here."
Brady and Willis hustled to the closet for the mop and bucket and towels. They scrubbed down the weight equipment, everything they'd touched, and then got to work on the mat where my brother and I had been rolling around. Neither one of them would make eye contact with any of us while they worked, and didn't let out so much as a peep; they just got busy and did as they were told. Eager to show us they could be our good boys again.
"Sorry about this," Carter said to his mentor. "It's our fault. We should have trained them better."
Kyle squinted back at him with a smirk. "First time ever, huh? And we just happened to catch `em. Bad luck, I guess."
We were all dead silent on the ride home, Carter and me up front playing it stern and serious -- although to be honest we both thought the whole thing was pretty damn funny -- and Brady and Willis in back, sitting apart, carefully avoiding touching or even looking at each other, too intimidated to make a sound. When we rolled onto campus, Brady broke the ice hesitantly.
"Coach? I need to talk to you."
"Sure. Come on up to the room."
"Umm... alone, if that's okay."
"I'll drop you guys off and run Willis home," Carter said. "We should probly spend a little time on our own too."
So we split up, each mentor with his boy. Brady and I strolled into the dorm and trudged up the stairs, and as soon as we were in the room with the door shut behind us, he stepped right up close to me and stood facing me with a guilty, lost puppy look on his face.
"I'm sorry," he whispered mournfully. His big eyes were so goddamn sad and beautiful, my heart just about melted in my chest.
"It's not that big a deal," I began to say, but before I could get it all out he dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around my hamstrings and buried his face in my crotch. For a minute we stayed motionless just like that, and then he started rubbing his nose up and down against my shorts -- I hadn't taken the time to put on my underwear back at Duncan's when Jase came busting in -- and my cock responded in a very willing and predictable way.
Brady carefully slid my shorts down and my cock sprang out good and hard, pointing straight at the ceiling. He helped me out of my shoes, pulled my shorts all the way off and tossed them onto my bunk. Then I stripped off my T-shirt, and peeled his off too. God, the sight of his bare torso always made my heart jump. He kissed each one of my balls, his nose teasing and tickling my shaft, and kissed my crotch on each side of my sack. And then my boy licked my cock from the base all the way to the tip, long and slow like he was savoring every bit of it on his tongue.
He took my meat into his mouth gently, spreading his warm wet lips around the head and sliding it into his mouth just an inch before pulling all the way back again, then taking it in an inch more, and another with each fresh stroke, until he reached the root and had swallowed me completely. He held it in for a while to give me the feeling of having my whole cock buried in his mouth. The he gripped my ass cheeks with both hands and began stroking again, sucking me slowly in and out, running his lips over every inch of my shaft and giving special attention to my cock head with his tongue before plunging it into his mouth and down his throat again.
He sucked me lovingly, worshipping my meat as if nothing else in the world mattered. Right then and there I loved my boy more than ever. I stroked his head as he sucked me, running my fingers through the cropped hair on top, feeling the way his buzzed temples bristled against my palm. He raised his clear blue eyes to meet mine and I gazed back into them and cradled his head in my hand and he sucked me even sweeter, not rushing things at all, just wanting to give me the best blow job he knew how, for as long as he possibly could. It's damn hard to stay mad at a guy when he has your cock in his mouth.
Brady fondled and tickled my balls with one hand while the other wedged into my crack and teased my hole. He knew how good that made me feel. I'm sure I was leaking precum; I could tell by the way he was slurping and milking my cock. My whole body was lit up all over. He was stoking up all my pleasure centers with his fingers and lips and tongue. I planted my hands on his shoulders, squeezed and massaged his traps and rubbed his neck so he'd know what a good job he was doing, and leaned on him for support. Every once in a while he'd hit an especially sensitive spot and I'd twitch so hard from head to toe I surely would have keeled right over if he wasn't there to hold me up. Fuck, I was so goddamn lucky to have him.
I felt it first as a hot wave crossing my forehead, and a tingling rising up from the soles of my feet on our makeshift wrestling mat. I felt it flushing over my face and spreading down to my shoulders, and reaching up to my calves and knees and thighs. I tried to hold it off but it wouldn't be long. When those two waves met at my crotch it'd be all over; I'd blow my load and nothing on earth could stop me. Brady sensed I was close. He surely knew from the sounds I was making, the way I was panting, and how the breath would sometimes catch in my throat. He gripped both my ass cheeks again and spread them wide, jamming two or three fingers into my hole, knowing it would make me cum even harder.
He shoved my cock deep down into his throat as far and as hard as he could, then shoved it in again, and again. My body jerked, then exploded. I gushed my cum into his mouth, spurting one massive jolt after the next, and that beautiful kid just sucked and swallowed and guzzled it all down, humming "Mmmmm!" like it was every bit as good for him as it was for me. I cradled and stroked his head and yelped my appreciation, hoping he knew how special he was to me. When my balls were drained I pulled out of his mouth and dropped to my knees, took him in my arms and kissed him long and deep, loving the taste of my cum on his tongue.
We sat on the floor and cuddled together. I stripped off his shoes and his shorts so we were both naked and on equal ground, kissed him again and held him close, and pulled him toward my bunk so we could stretch out and lie under the sheets together. But Brady held me off.
"Coach, we still need to have a talk. What Willis told you, it wasn't true. We'd done that six or seven times before. Every chance we got, to be honest."
"Yeah, I figured. It's my fault as much as yours. I should have been watching you closer. I should have been more clear about the rules. But thanks for being truthful, it means a lot to me."
"Always, Coach."
"Good boy. So, you wanna stay awhile? Or..."
Brady shrugged. "I should probably get back to Willis. We still have something to settle between us."
"Oh, that's right. You guys got cut off in the middle of something, didn't you?"
He grinned. "Yeah, that too."
It was about twenty minutes after Brady left that Carter rolled in. I had a pair of workout shorts on by that time, and was sitting at my desk getting some studying done. With my brother back home, I just wanted to climb into bed with him and tangle up.
"How'd it go with Willis?" I asked him.
"Well, we had a good long talk about his responsibilities to the family, and what our expectations were. He understood. He promised to do better."
"You know he wasn't telling the truth, right? About this being the first time?"
Carter frowned. "He never admitted to it. But I guessed."
"So he's still lying to you."
"Yeah."
"He needs to be punished."
"Yeah."
I smirked. "Well, you know what punishment means around here."
He shook his head and gave me a look. "Honestly, I don't know if that'll work. The guy loves taking cock, and he likes it rough. I've banged him about as hard as I could without hurting myself and he just kept begging for more."
"So, maybe we need to bring in the big guns. Kyle?"
"No. I'm not getting Kyle or Jase involved. Last thing I want is for them to think we can't handle our own boys."
"Yeah, you're right." I thought it over for a moment. "How about Justin?"
Carter's eyes narrowed. "That might work. Justin's pretty damn big though, you don't think he'd be too much for Willis?"
"He's used to fucking Travis. He knows how to handle a little guy. Just tell him to go hard, but careful. I mean, this is punishment, right?"
"Yeah. I'll talk to him about it."
With that settled for the moment, I closed my book, lost my shorts and climbed into bed. My brother took the hint; he stripped and climbed in with me.
"So, how'd things go with you and Brady?" he asked.
"Good. He gave me a sincere apology and sucked my dick."
He sneered at me. "What?? I'm out there playing father figure and you're here getting a blow job?"
"Don't complain, shithead," I warned, and ducked under the covers. "Now it's your turn."
We had a talk with Justin the next day at practice. The big guy grinned and told us he'd be glad to help out. We set it up for that very night; no sense in wasting time. Carter and I told our boys to be ready for a special session at Duncan's. Travis was in on it too; we couldn't very well use his brother for something like this without giving him a ringside seat.
We all met up in Duncan's basement a little after eight. The two boys glanced around nervously, not sure what was going on. It was supposed to be a somber affair but Travis and Justin could barely keep from smiling, and that only raised the boys' suspicions that something was up. Carter called Willis onto the mat and ordered him to strip.
"You disgraced yourself," he announced. "You disgraced all of us. Now you have to pay the price."
Before the words even had a chance to sink in, Justin tore off his clothes and bounded to the center of the mat. Willis's eyes bugged out. Justin was like a minotaur without the horns; a raging bull with big bull shoulders, a powerful bull body, and a huge ass shank of a bull cock, already half hard. Carter's boy just stood there gaping, knowing what was coming, and knowing there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. The rest of us settled in at the edge of the mat to watch the show, Travis and Carter side by side to cheer on their favorites, me with my arms wrapped around Brady to calm him down while he watched his brother get ravaged.
Justin lunged. Willis tried his best to fend off the attack, but no amount of wrestling skill stood a chance in hell against the big guy's sheer brute strength; in an instant he was down on his face, and Justin was mercilessly grinding him into the mat. I tightened my grip as Brady jerked and let out a grunt, then gave up and relaxed in my arms. We gazed at the scene together, Justin smothering Willis with his big muscular body, dry-humping his crack with that massive shank just to taunt him, forcing his legs apart, pulling him up on all fours to get him into position for the kill.
I was a little afraid Justin might just ram right in dry, but Travis had it covered; he tossed a bottle of oil onto the mat and the big guy greased his tool, and shoved two thick oily fingers into Willis's hole. Poor Willis knew by then it wouldn't do any good to squirm. He could only brace himself for what was to come, and take it like a man.
The poor kid howled as the biggest, thickest cock of his life came ramming into him with no restraint, plunging in all the way with one strong, solid thrust. Brady shuddered; I held him and tenderly kissed his cheek while right beside us Travis and Carter eagerly followed the action, each with a hand in the other's shorts stroking each other. Willis yelped and yowled pitifully as Justin pumped away at his ass, pistoning him like a machine, doing the job he was meant to, giving the kid all the punishment he deserved.
Tears streamed down Willis's cheeks as that huge shaft kept on slamming into him, but he never once shrank away from it, never begged Justin to stop or caved in under the strain. He just maintained a rock solid base and took it, showed us all what he was made of, and proved he belonged with the best of us.
The four of us on the sidelines were pretty much drooling through all of this. There was something about the way that big stud dominated the boy, his huge body engulfing him, his oversized meat plowing into him -- and Willis standing his ground, never backing down, taking whatever he dished out -- that was just so fucking hot. Even Brady was stiff as a flagpole; he obviously liked seeing his brother get railed. As for Willis, it couldn't have been all bad for him either. His cock was just as hard as ours were. It was one hell of an onslaught but he must have been enjoying it on some level.
Justin could have kept going half the night but he decided the boy had been punished enough, and they each could use a little reward. He reached around and jacked Willis's cock as he pounded him, latched onto his shaft with that big meaty paw, squeezed and kneaded and jerked. Willis responded well. His grunts became deeper and more visceral, yelps stretched into longing moans. The big guy quickened his pace, driving in hard and jacking furiously, until Willis could only gasp and wail and struggle to hang on. That small tight body suddenly seized up, his hips pitched forward, and Willis spouted his load, blowing seed all over the mat and himself and Justin's big hand.
Justin pulled out and released him, and Willis crumpled to the mat, twitching and jerking and wringing the last few drops of cum from his balls. The big guy grabbed his own massive cock and jacked himself, and within a few beats was gushing his own huge load, laying thick white stripes across Willis's quivering body, marking his territory. He stepped back from center, grabbed a towel and mopped himself dry while Willis just stayed curled up there, completely wrecked.
Carter gave his boy a minute to recover and then stepped onto the mat, pulled him up to a sitting position, and squatted beside him with an arm around his shoulders.
"This happened because you lied to us. We can't have that. We're your family. We need to trust each other completely. Every one of us will do anything for you, we'll be your brothers forever, but if we can't trust you, we don't have any use for you. Understand?"
Willis couldn't speak yet, but he nodded his head vigorously.
"Okay. Let's get you cleaned up."
On the sidelines, Brady shifted uneasily in my arms.
"Will I get punished too?" he asked me.
"No. You told me the truth. You're a good boy."
He looked at the mess on the mat. "Should I get the mop?"
"No, that's Willis's job."
"Oh. Okay. Can I at least help him out?"
I smiled. "Of course you can. He's your brother."
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