**Contains incest and abusive behaviour that some people may find offensive. As always, comments and feedback welcome.
If you haven't read my previous stories, it might be worth doing so to enjoy this one fully.**
It was May 2023 and with exam season rapidly approaching, I was struggling to get through my junior year. I felt overwhelmed keeping up a job at the uni bar, trying to pass my exams on top of carrying out all of the cleaning and cooking at Tommy and I's apartment.
The same could not be said for Tommy. In his freshman year, he was on top of the world. He was visibly going from strength to strength, acing his classes and having success on the football team. He also got handed a job at the uni bar by my boss and immediately negotiated a much higher wage than mine in spite of no previous experience. My boss apparently liked "how he showed maturity and capability on the football pitch". He worked less than half my hours but still took home more money. I didn't mind this too much because I was due to be receiving a big promotion to assistant manager soon.
In the apartment, Tommy continued to behave more and more dominant around me, ordering me about and seldomly being fully dressed, forcing me to also strip down. This behaviour did increase my overall stress levels, but worshiping him was now the only time I could ever feel fully relaxed and safe so I put up with it.
Back in the library, the more I fretted over being able to cram for my next exam, the stronger my cravings for Tommy became. I would sit there itching my aching erection, dreaming of being underneath his strong body, suckling on his bull-sized ballsack. My nose nestled under his wide and manly cock with his intensely masculine scent filling my head, making me tipsy. Dreams like these forced me to regularly run off to the library toilets to masturbate, further hampering my efforts to study and causing me more stress again. It was a vicious cycle of my own demise and I only had myself to blame.
When we worked the same hours at the uni bar, Tommy did not treat me like his colleague but as if I was his underling. He would regularly steal some of my tables if there were hot girls on them, giving me the thumb to clean his empty tables. "Get back to work, Little Micky! These beautiful girls want a real man to service them!" he would shout at me as he winked at the girls and swoop in. The ladies loved it. The arrogant show of dominance seemed to make them super wet and they would clammer over him at every interaction.
Even though it was predictable, it still made deeply humiliated me, especially in front of the girls. As I'd go back to cleaning, I could hear them laughing behind my back and my face would go red with embarrassment. Regularly, Tommy would single out the girl who I knew or liked the most and make out with her in front of me.
There was one occasion, after he stole my closest romantic interest, Rachel, a stunning and kind junior year blonde, where I decided to bring it up with him afterwards in our apartment.
On that occasion, Tommy looked at me sympathetically and pulled me into his broad chest for a big, warm hug.
"Oh little one, I wasn't going to tell you because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. Rachel told me she specifically wanted a 'big, capable man and not somebody weak and inexperienced'. She was comparing me and you. I'm so sorry. I had actually been trying to set you two up but that is what she told me."
As he said those words of condolence, he grabbed my butt cheeks with his hands and pulled me up into his body, spreading me slightly and pressing his bulging cock and balls into me. I could feel his size and my ass tingled with excitement.
I gave him a kiss on his neck and he held me in that beautiful warmness for a full minute until I thanked him for trying to protect my feelings. It was a rare blissful moment of serenity which finished with Tommy letting me down and pulling my head into his chest one last time. He gave me a loving kiss on the head. "You're such a good boy for me", he told me and patted my head. I loved that moment and hearing his praise for me made my entire heart melt like chocolate.
Aside from that occasion I never fought back; Tommy was now so physically strong that it felt pointless. If I attempted to stop him and inevitably failed I would only make him look even braver in front of his fans. I simply accepted my fate and carried out my tasks as best I could.
However, the uni bar used to be a safe haven for me which I really enjoyed and flourished in but now it was another stomping ground for my younger brother and this change in power dynamic did affect my work ethic in the bar, unfortunately.
It wasn't long before my boss pulled me into a one-on-one.
"Little Micky!" he greeted me with a smirk. "I wanted to give you the heads up that I have chosen your brother for the role of assistant manager", he told me bluntly, lacking any emotion. It was a total sucker-punch. The pit of my stomach dropped. My teeth clenched. I could barely concentrate on any remaining words to leave his mouth.
"I know you have been working here for longer than Tom but I have observed how you two interact. I can tell that he has a natural flare for delegating work. I have no doubt you will follow his orders well but let this chat be a reminder that while you may be his older brother at home, in here, he is now your boss. If you have any issues whatsoever, you will report those to Tom, not to me. I don't want to hear any complaints from you."
I sat there stunned and nodded meekly as he left the room, giving me a customary slap on the back as a parting gift. Up until this point, I had been preparing to ask him for a pay rise and now it dawned on me I would have to ask Tommy. The thought made my throat go dry. While we have had some moments of brotherly love together, he had always had the upper hand and I knew he wouldn't take this request easily.
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