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Subject: Eden Academy part two Thank you for reading my stories. Comments and questions are welcome at dontaskmeever@mail If you'd like to tip my venmo is @jack-parker-109 These stories are fiction, any similarities in names and locations are purely coincidental. They involve intimate interactions between above the age of 18. Nifty is able to offer this service for us to share and enjoy stories. Please consider giving below to allow Nifty the opportunity to fty/donate.html Seth "Is there anything I can get you?" I look up from my tablet and grin, "No, I'm good." The lady smiles back and holds eye contact just a little too long, to let me know she isn't just talking about things normally available in the VIP area. She walks away and I heard TJ snicker next to me "Dude, just fuck her already." I glance over at my little brother and give him a look and makes him laugh even more, "It takes a lot more than that to make me wanna fuck in an airport bathroom." He rolls his eyes, "Please, I've seen you fuck in a Jack in the Box drive thru." "Yeah and who was I fucking?" "Issac Bramier," he said sullenly. "Right, who is a lot better looking than that girl. So watch your mouth." He looked down and said a quiet, "Sorry sir." Which made me smile, freshman year was good for TJ, it taught him some much needed humility. It showed him how to serve which was going to make for a damn fine summer if you asked me. "I'd fuck her," he said after a while. "Then go fuck her," I said gesturing towards the VIP counter, where she was still sneaking looks over towards us, "I'm not stopping you." "She wants you, she hasn't even looked at me yet." I close down my tablet and lean towards him, "Do you wanna go fuck her in the bathroom? Would that make you happy? Cause I can go chat her up and get her to do both of us if it will shut you up." He sighed, "No, it's just...I'm bored." Typical TJ, he was built like a Mack truck and had about the same level of maturity. We still had another hour to wait for our flight into Dallas, which was three weeks in TJ time. He had already ate, drank and played whatever idiot game he had loaded up on his tablet which covered nearly all of TJ's bases for fun. Almost. "Get up," I say sternly. He looked over to me quickly, recognizing the tone, "Get up and go to the bathroom. Go to the last stall, and wait." He glanced around, "Here?" "Now." He sighed and got up, "Yes sir." I watched him walk away, wondering how anyone squeezed that much cake into one pair of khakis. You could park a freaking F-15 on that ass and have room for a flight crew...my brother may have been lacking in the things that would win him a Nobel Prize, but he had a phat ass that I never got tired of pounding. I waited five minutes, time for people to forget he was even with me but more to make him nervous waiting, and then got up. I slipped my tablet under my arm and walked towards the bathroom. We were in the VIP area for the flight, to even be in this room you had to have had paid a ridiculous amount of only for an annual fee, so our stuff was safe from being stolen. As I walked by the desk girl waved eagerly, "Everything ok?" The desire to smile and say I was going to go fuck the shit out of my brother in a bathroom stall was strong, but I resisted and just nodded as I entered the men's room. It was empty which was good, I checked myself in the mirror as I headed to the last stall. I was a damn good looking guy. Polite society tells us that admitting that is arrogance, which it might be, but Eden teaches that if you can't be aware of your gifts you can't be grateful for them. I was a motherfucking stud, something I was grateful for every time I saw myself. 6'2", 177, 5% body fat, shaved blond hair, cobalt blue eyes, the best smile money could buy and genetics that would make even the best looking guy cry. I had it all and then some. I thanked God silently for all this and promised I would share this gift with those worthy. As I opened the last stall, I found one of the worthiest people I knew. TJ had stripped down to a worn white jockstrap and nothing else. He was kneeling on the floor, head down, waiting. His clothes had been neatly folded on top of the toilet, his shoes tucked behind the commode. He didn't look up, he didn't say a word. He knew his place right now, he would be told what to do. I put one finger under his chin and made him look up at me. My brother was a handsome fuck. His face was wider than mine but it looked good on him, the fullness made him look innocent, pure, like a giant baby looking for a hug. It was completely opposite of his body, that looked like he ate raw meat for his meals. He was 240 pounds of pure fucking muscle and it showed. We both knew he was stronger than I was, pound for pound he could take me if he wanted. We had more than once proven that wrestling on the floor, he could pin me anywhere, anytime. But over his first year at Eden he's learned why he can't, at least not for now. One word fell out of my mouth, it was said with no emotion or inflection, it was simply an order. "Beg." Instantly his eyes got watery and he began to blubber, "Please sir, please...I am yours to use. I beg you, let me please you..let me serve..." With the same finger I pulled him up to his feet, watching the mass of muscle in font of me unfold slowly, impressing the fuck out of me as it always did. Though big, TJ had nearly the istanbul travesti same body fat I had which meant he was wide as a house but with the same muscle definition you'd expect to see on a skinny skater kid. Every line, every muscle was perfectly shown like a Davinci sculpture. Except David did not have the horse cock my brother had. That we both had if I was being truthful, but we'll get to that soon enough. I was two inches taller than he was, so his head came to my eye level. His hands hung by his side, his gaze burrowed into mine, with an undisguised wanting he couldn't mask. His cock had broken free of he thin cotton jock and was jutting out like a yard stick. On a mouthy day TJ would say how much he hated being treated like this, that he wanted to be in control once, but looking at him, standing here, body shaking with just...it was pretty obvious he loved to serve. That was his gift, he just hadn't come into it yet, but he would. "What am I?" I asked him. "The superior man," he admitted. "Prove it." His hands reached out and undid my belt, opening my jeans slowly. Even soft I had a bulge that was impossible to hide. He knelt down and slipped my sneakers off and put them next to his. He pulled my jeans down over my thick thighs and allowed me to step out of them. Like a butler he folded my jeans up and put them on the commode. He pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my eight pack and pecs, there was a small sigh of envy as he did so. I stood there in my white Calvin Klein briefs, my soft cock bulging the pouch out as if I was hard. His hands moved up my abs, his fingertips feeling every groove and cut. He leaned in and licked my nipple, his teeth catching the nub as he lightly gnawed. I closed my eyes, relishing the way he could invoke pain and pleasure in the same moment. A year ago he would have been incapable of doing this, his idea of foreplay back then was opening the condom wrapper. But Eden had taught him how to serve, how to please others, how to submit. In high school we had both been aggressive alpha jocks, tearing through pussy like it was a going out of business sale. We didn't have reputation as players as much as we were thought of as franchise owners we tagged so much ass. Girls, guys, whoever we found attractive we fucked until they begged for more. It was a contact sport for us and we were Olympic level competitors. Then I went to Eden and was forced to submit. As a freshman I was forced to suck cock, get fucked and to serve those above me. In that year I was broken down completely, the cocky, arrogant jock was replaced with a bottom cunt that lived to be fucked by his upperclassmen. They took a great liking to me because of my ego, more than a few guys had made it their life goal to break my will and make me serve them. At first I fought it, I resisted and made things a million times harder on myself...but then one night, while Frank Thomson, senior quarterback had me riding his cock like I was a rodeo clown, something snapped in me. His cock was just driving into me and he hit my bitch button hard, between that and his constant verbal abuse how I was a worthless jock cunt that was made only to get fucked and my mind broke. Instead of grimacing and trying to get it over with I grabbed his shoulders and began to slam myself down onto his cock with an abandonment he wasn't ready for. I just gave up and accepted it. I was a whore, a fucking cum slut whore and this is what was making me happy. From that moment on I was freed. I learned all the ways how to serve another man, and in doing so I found my own self worth. I slowly began to rise off my knees and rebuilt myself, not as an arrogant piece of shit who only cared for myself, but as someone who had been given a variety of gifts from god that begged to be shared. Last year TJ started as a freshman and he had the same attitude as I did. He was assigned to me to break. I took great joy in grudge fucking my brother that year. I would use Eden oil, a THC massage oil that made people suer relaxed and compliant and fucked the shit out of him every change I got. I would use the mercy rags, which were cotton cloths dipped in poppers, and get him so high he could barely speak and ram my cock into him night after night until he wasn't just used to it. He was addicted to it. Unlike me though, TJ never got off his knees. He found he liked it down there, he had found a joy in letting others use him that had been lost when he was the aggressor. Where I was born to take charge, TJ was born to take orders. It had made the year go by so much easier. And here he was now, licking my body inch by inch in a desperate attempt to please me so I would fuck him on the floor of a airport bathroom. One year ago this was an alpha jock, football pussy hound and now he was my fuck dog, a term in Eden to refer to someone who lives as a sex pet for another. TJ was the best fuck dog I had ever owned. I raised my hand and he obediently licked my pits, lapping at them like honey was dripping from them. Occasionally he would make small grunting sounds that showed how much he was into this. When he was done cleaning me with his tongue he looked at me with wide eyes, begging, pleading... I made him wait for nearly thirty seconds, not mlinking, not saying a word...a low whine escaping his throat as he grew impatient. And then I nodded once and he dropped to his knees. He kadıköy travesti pulled down the sides of my briefs, my now hard cock, slapping up against my eight pack with a wet smack as precum smeared all over. I was turned on as all fuck watching my little brother grasp the lower half of my cock and begin to lick up my length like it was an ice cream cone. His eyes looked up at me, as he worshiped my length slowly, relishing in the taste of my meat an inch at a time. He was so big, so massively muscular, but here he was looking as k and submissive as anyone could have. It was such a turn on to see his own cock throb as he serviced me, making it clear he was getting vast amounts of pleasure out of making me happy. I ran a hand through his blond hair, it was important to show your fuckdog your appreciation for their efforts, after all they are doing their best to please you, the least you can do is show affection back. He leaned into my hand as he slips the head of my cock into his mouth and I groan, because out of all the courses TJ took this year, cocksucking was his absolute best. No teeth, all tongue, and an aggressive desire to drain your balls of every drop of cum, TJ could teach an honors course to girls on how to please their man. Both hands are in his hair now as I force him down my entire shaft, he gags for a moment as he tries to adjust to my girth. He has sucked my cock for months now but he still had a problem with it at first. But within seconds he is taking it all, relaxing his throat so my cockhead can force its way into it. His hands are clutch my ass now as he holds on for dear life. I am literally choking him with my cock, he is breathing through his nose but just barely. His face is red with exertion as he struggles to breath around the monster lodged in his throat. But he doesn't complain, he doesn't try to stop me...such a well trained mutt. I let go of his head and he falls back coughing, spit is dripping down his chin as he struggles to breathe again. My cock is red and angry, covered in my brothers spit, wanting more. Once he has recovered he looks up at me with tears in his eyes and gives me a ragged, "Thank you sir." I smile, "Stand up." He scrambles to his feet in a hurry. "Hands against the wall, legs spread." He moves to the back of the stall and places his palms down against the wall, his thick legs spread as I marvel at his fucking ass. Just two globes of pure muscle, baby smooth and aching to be used. I kneel down and part them with my hands, feeling the mass in each hand, this is not a butt or a behind, this is a fucking ass and a perfect one at that. Pushing them apart I see my prize, a tiny, pink, jock hole, winking at me as he shakes in anticipation. I lean in and lick around his hole, the tip of my tongue brushing the tiny pucker but not entering him. I can feel his entire body vibrate with carnal energy as I play with his pussy, moistening it for it's inevitable conquering. When I do a second lap he whines impatiently, his ass pushes back a bit unconsciously as his body seeks out what it is craving. I continue to play with him, refusing to violate his ass for almost a minute. Finally he gives up, "Please sir...please..." He sounds so desperate, so fucking k..ing from a man mountain like him it is music to my ears. My tongue shoves its way into him and he gaps as he feels his jock hole give way. I can hear the thud of his head as hit falls against the wall, his body relaxing into my tongue as he lets me rape him. "Oh god..." he breathes as I begin to eat him out, his ass pushes into my face as he surrenders his hole to me, begging me to go deeper and give him what he wants, what he needs. "Shit Seth...fuck..." I love to him hear him lose it, his voice gets high, his tone gets so desperate, it is literally everything he pretends not to be in public. I tongue fuck him for a couple of minutes, drawing more gasps and whimpers out of him until his hole is sloppy and wet. I stand up and take a step back, "Turn around." He does and I am greeted with eight of the thickest inches of cock I have ever seen. Like his body TJ's cock is thick and wide, we are all uncut because my dad doesn't not believe in mutating one's own penis, so my brother's cockhead is purple and swollen as his foreskin pulls all the way back, exposing his dripping member to me like a dog with a new toy. "Move," I order and he scrambles out of the way. I sit down on the closed toilet seat and then look up at him, "Come on boy, sit." He looks down at my cock with hungry eyes and straddles my waist in a second. He holds my cock steady as he pressed his hole against my head. I see his eyes flutter as he pushes down onto it, we both groans as we feel my dick slide into his ass. He starts to pant as he struggles around the pain, even though he is used to being fucked there is no way that taking a cock as big as mine doesn't hurt. But TJ is a trooper, he breathes through the pain and keeps pushing down into me, needing all of me in him as soon as humanly possible. Having a 240 pound jock sitting on your cock is an amazing feeling, the fact that you have this guy that girls swoon over and other guys envy on your cock like a whore is a heady thing. There is power in controlling someone like TJ, his body is your body to play with, his cock is your cock to use. It's a gift and TJ gives it very well. I feel his ass press against my lap bakırköy travesti and he sits there for a moment, the muscles of his ass spamming around my thick cock.He had already broken a st and we haven't even started yet. I reach around and feel his massive chest, my little brother has the best tits I have ever seen. At my touch he juts his pecs out, begging me to tk his nipples, to molest his muscle bound body in any way I want. He exists only to please me, his entire purpose in life for the next hour or so is to be a sleeve for my dick. A job he enjoys intensely. "You ready to ride my cock baby?" I whisper in his ear as I play with his tits. "Yes sir...please..." God his begging turns me on. His legs strain as he lifts himself off my dick, I can feel his body shudder as he feels my thick member violate his hole. I can her a breathless fuck escape his mouth as he strains to take every inch of my cock. He leaves maybe two inches before slamming back down onto my lap. The gasp he lets out is like fucking candy as he takes a second, giving his abused ass time to adjust before lifting himself up again. In Eden they call these The Lord's squats, where you raise and lower yourself on another's cock, sharing your hole to a superior cock in hopes of bringing them off. They're given as punishment mostly, but after awhile some of the pledges learn to love them and actually practice them. TJ loves them, debasing himself on my cock is more than a hobby for him, it had become an addiction over the past months. He begins to speed up his pumps, letting out small moans and ohhhsss as my cock brings him higher and higher. I brace myself as all 240 pounds of my linebacker brother starts to really work himself over on my cock, I can feel the toilet shake with his impact and know he is losing himself in the fuck. If he keeps this up he's going to break the toilet or my hips, maybe more if he really starts to lose it. I waited until his ass was snugs with my lap when I pushed off the toilet, throwing him onto the floor. He catches himself with his hands as I fall on top of him, my cock still lodged in that tight ass. I hear the breath get knocked out of him as I start fucking him hard, pushing that muscle body into the floor with each thrust. "Fuck Seth..." he groans as he feels my cock slam into him deeper than it had when he was riding me. His legs are spread like the good, little slut he is, allowing me full access to that perfect jock pussy. It only takes a few pushes before he starts rearing back into me, forcing yet more of my cock into him. He pushes himself up with his fucking huge arms and then to all fours, just so he can get fucked harder. My hands guide his hips back, making sure he stays put for every single inch I have to give him. He is pushing back with all his force. The sound of our flesh slapping echoes in the bathroom, if it wasn't empty I would wonder if anyone was listening. But since it is I slam into him, watching as his head slowly goes down, his ass up as he presents me cunt like the good fuckdog he is. "You like this boy? You like my cock? Come on bark for me." He lets out a yelp then another as he barks for me, accepting his role as my hole. God this was what TJ was made for, he might have thought he was a real man who was going to take charge and be in control but here, on his hands and knees, barking as he got fucked...this was where he shined. He was going to learn over the next few years how much he liked to serve and find a whole new life because of it. He'd graduate with a bachelors in business, get a job at a Fortune 500 company owned by another Eden alumni. By day TJ would be the newest junior executive and given some accounts of his own, but in private he'd be a corporate fuckdog. He'd be passed around to the successful alpha players as a hole, a tension relief. TJ would spend his nights on his back getting railed by others, loving every single second of it. He just didn't know it yet. Just thinking about it was getting me hot and I could tell I wasn't going to last much longer. Between my brothers perfect body and the image of him being used by a whole board of directors I was going to shoot sooner than later. "I'm close," I say between labored breaths. "Me too!" He adds, even though eh hasn't touched his cock once. I speed up, slamming every inch of my cock into him as hard as I can, he is pushing back as best he can but he was being fucked down into the ground an inch of thick cock at a time. I feel my balls start to tingle And know there is no stopping this now. "Gonna breed you butch," I growl as my cock starts to pulse. "Fuck me..." he cries as he feels me paint his ass with my load. The walls of his ass slam down around my cock as he cums, shooting his fucking cum all over the bathroom floor. We both shake with our orgasm, my cock sends gallon after gallon of spooge into my brothers ass. I felt my cock slide out of his tight ass as he sighed. One last lesson before we go. I grab his head and push it down to the floor, "Bad dog! Clean your mess up!" He begins to whine like a dog as he laps up his own load off the bathroom floor. Watching this muscle bound stud lick cum off the floor is just too much and I have to look away before I start to get hard again. As he licks I get dressed again and check the time. Our flight is about to be called and that meant one thing. I was one step closer to getting home and seeing our youngest brother Mark. He started Eden in the fall which meant he was about to be taught to serve like TJ and I had taken it upon myself to get him ready before school starts. Nothing like getting a head start on the curriculum right?