Entertaining the Hot Brothers

At 3:50 PM I still didn't know what I was doing. This guy, Kyle, a 20 year-old with the two hottest younger brothers, 18 yo twins, had cornered me in a park. He had found me on an app, and subtly threatened to expose me. All I had to do was come to his house to "entertain" him and his brothers.

He would respect my boundaries of no anal, watersports or too much pain. He got off on making a respected older good-looking man become a nude slave to horny teenagers who had never had such power. Those kids were not only gorgeous, they knew it and had ego. Completely owning a sex slave was hot for them. And he loved being the master.

Honestly, those twins were a fantasy of mine. But it was a bit extreme, maybe scary. I didn't know where this would lead.

But I didn't want to be exposed either. He said that if I showed up, it meant that I agreed, and I must do whatever, within my boundaries, of course, he and they ordered me to do. But if I didn't show, he might just tell a couple of other guys who knew me - and I had no idea who they were - about me.

At 3:54 I changed my underwear and put on deodorant. At 4 o'clock, I knocked on their door. And as I did, I felt my cock getting hard.

Kyle opened the door with a big smile, and looked straight at my now-slightly-bulging crotch. He smiled more.

"Glad you could make it, Dave. Come in, and close the door behind you."

I did, and tried to keep a side angle to conceal my bulge.

"Don't try to hide your hard on, Dave," he said as he grabbed my crotch (!!!). Wow, talk about taking liberties! "We're going to see, and feel, everything you have. Get used to it." His hand continued to feel through my pants, and my dick responded. Kyle had a smirk of superiority as he did, and then he gave a little smack on my ass. "Come in to the living room, it's just us four."

I followed him to the well lit living room. There was a big shaggy rug, a large window that, thankfully, looked out at the woods behind the house. There would be no show for the neighbors. There was a large TV across from the long, luxurious couch. And on the couch reclined two of the most gorgeous brats I have ever seen.

They had chiselled faces. They were perfectly slim, with muscle shirts on, and proportional muscles to go with them. They had smooth, tan skin, light blond hair and magical eyes. They were models, simply models. My cock grew. I assumed they knew why I was there, based on my conversation with Kyle.

But they acted as if they didn't! I was to experience being "revealed." I guess that adds to the fantasy, the gradual realization that you can strip this person naked and don't need to give a damn about being polite. So the play began.

"Hey guys, look who came over. It's Dave. You know him from down the road."

"Sure," said the one on the right, Evan. "Hey Dave, what's up?" said his brother Jared.

"Hey guys, how are you doing this summer?"

"Guys," interrupted Kyle, "it's great that you're being polite to Dave. But let me tell you why he's here. No, I'll let you guess. Now, don't be shy, but look at his crotch."

"What??" said Jared, as he looked. Then he saw it and whispered to Evan, "Umm he's got a boner." "Say it louder," instructed Kyle. "Dave's got a boner," repeated Evan out loud.

"Right." And Kyle again grabbed my crotch. Evan and Jared could not believe their eyes. They giggled to each other, wondering where this was going. And, clearly, enjoying the possibilities.

"Do you want to tell them, or shall I?" he asked me. "Maybe you should, I'm still processing this," I answered.

"OK. Guys, I just somehow found out that Dave here, horny Dave, is on a guy app." Snickers and phony shock. "And he even sent me a pic, without knowing. It seems he likes younger hot guys. Now, I told him that it would be best if nobody else found out, but that I wanted a favor to help him keep his secret."

"Now let's be honest, I know you guys are hot, and you know it. And, to be honest, you're kinda assholes about it, letting it get to your head. But I'm your brother, and I'm looking out for you. So I invited Dave here to be your, well, entertainment."

"Entertainment?" asked Evan. "What, is he going to dance for us?" Jared chimed in, "Damn, a striptease!" Their eyes went straight all over my body, and that same superiority smirk arose on their beautiful features.

"If that's what you want, hehe, he has to do it. But guys, Listen up. It's more than that. We're going to respect his boundaries, but basically I want you to have a nude slave. For your pleasure. Completely."

"Damn!" said Jared. Their eyes again undressed me, and my boner twitched. This was precisely my fantasy. And they knew it.

"Yep. This older, respected, man, with a nice body, will do whatever you horny shits want him to do. Serving teenage supermodels. He knows you're gorgeous, I'll bet he fantasizes about you. You can do whatever you want, except anal sex, which I won't allow anyway. But show him no respect, grab him here." He grabs my crotch again. He signals Evan to come over. "Go ahead."

Evan comes over and puts his hand right on my bulge. He starts feeling it. He looks me in the eye, smirking, and says, "Do you fantasize about me, Dave?"

"Tell him the truth, Dave."

"Yes, Evan, I do."

"Say 'Master,' Dave."

"Yes, Evan, young master, I have sexual fantasies about you." Evan gave my cock a squeeze through the pants. "That's dirty, Slave. Turn around and bend over."

Wow! I turned and bent. Smack. I got spanked by this brat! "Hey, let me," said Jared, and joined in. Smacks came one after the other. I must admit, my ass hurt, but my cock was rock solid. And the fun was just starting.

Yep, here I was, getting spanked by the two most gorgeous 18 yo brats you ever saw, who just found out that they had total control over me. I was their sex toy and entertainment, although the master, their 20 year-old muscled older brother, had made it clear that there were boundaries.

But humiliation and fun games? As they wished. The boys, though, wanted to clarify the rules.

"So we can do whatever we want to him except fuck his ass?" asked Evan. "Like we can force him to give us a lapdance, we can spank him, make him do any pose, say anything we want? Will he suck us if we're into that?"

"He'll suck, but not today. As for the rest, exactly. He is your sex slave. He's a horny, handsome older guy who has to do whatever you bratty sex-god teens want. You don't have to be nice or polite. You don't have to, nor should you, hide the fact that you love owning him, that you're gorgeous, and that he's 100% horned for you. He wants to do whatever you wish."

At this, Jared kicked off his shoes and took off his socks. "Get on the floor," he imperiously ordered. "Lick my feet."

"Yes, master," I whimpered. "Tell me who's your master, and why?" he demanded. I got it, he wanted the ego massage. I decided to give it to him.

"You, master Jared, and you master Evan, and you, super master Kyle. And Jared, you are the most gorgeous super-model guy I have ever seen. I'm just an older inferior man, I must be your slave. And yours, hot master Evan."

With that, they smirked and laughed. Evan gave me a smack on my ass, as I went down on my knees to lick Jared's feet. His skin was so smooth on my tongue, with a little sweaty taste. He lifted his foot and inserted his toes into my mouth. As I licked and sucked, Evan sat on my back and began groping my ass, with an occasional smack.

Kyle was watching, loving it. "That's right, slave Dave," he taunted, "serve your teen masters."

"Wait a minute," said Evan. "He still has his dignity, he's still dressed!"

"Oh, I was just getting him warmed up, to know who's master and who's slave. When you're as gorgeous as us, you just need to snap and these horny guys will strip naked and beg you to own them. I have a lot of good use for this horny slave."

Evan laughed and said, "OK, then, now." And he snapped his fingers. "Get up, bitch man. Get up and start dancing! We want our entertainment."

Kyle went over to the sound system and put on some dance music. I got up. Now it was going to happen!

"Dance! And you take off what we tell you. Make it sexy, bitch, our hot bodies drive you crazy." I LOVED that arrogance, and it was true. I was so completely their slave, it hurt with throbbing pleasure.

I don't have great moves, I'll admit, but I got into the rhythm. I swung my hips a lot, thrust my crotch a bit, touched myself a bit. Don't know how good it was, but they were enjoying my embarrassment.

"Shoes and socks, off." I did.

"Shirt." I slowly took my shirt off, and made muscles, turned around, touched my nipples. All the while, I was watching my young hunk masters, who saw how eager I was. They got little bulges too, so I knew I was on the right track.

Then, Jared signaled me to come over with his finger. I did. "On your knees." I went down. Since he was sitting, my torso was right in front of him. He started feeling my whole upper body, focusing on my arms, muscles, then pecs. Then he squeezed my nipples, and I yelped a bit.

"Hey, let me at that," said Evan, as he also abused my nipples and caressed my whole upper body. "Aren't you sweet," he said mockingly as his gorgeous, smooth hands freely traveled over my arms, abs, even slowly running across the top of my pants line. "It's making you hard, isn't it."

"Yes, master. My cock is getting so hard for you, master."

"So now, take off your pants, bitch."

I stood up again, and began to slide my athletic shorts down. There was no point trying to hide my erection. There was moisture on the underwear, and the clear bulge. I let the shorts drop to the floor, and stepped out of them.

And there I was, wearing nothing but underwear, horny as fuck, in front of these two arrogant teenage models. And I had to do whatever those horny teens, drunk with their power over me, wanted. My cock throbbed.

"Did we say to stop dancing? Move it! Now!" Jared was clearly the more dominant one. I lifted my arms up, swiveled my hips. I did some cool steps, and turned around to shake my ass for these boys. Here I was, old enough to be their daddy, having to do any humiliating pose they desired.

"Come closer, dance here," ordered Jared. I went right up to him and kept moving back and forth. My bulge was right in his face. But his hands went to my knees, and turned to the inside of my thighs. Higher and higher, closer and closer they went. It was tingling intensely. "I can feel you wherever the fuck I want, bitch. Enjoy it?"

"Yes, master," I said with a little tremble, "my whole body is your toy. Your hands are gorgeous, and when you touch me it's electric."

"Turn around and bend over, shake your ass."

I did, and he spanked me again. Then Evan took his turn. Smack, smack, smack. I kept the pose as Evan's hands now felt my legs up to the edge of my underwear. It was so amazingly hot.

"Turn around, bitch. Take off your underwear, let's see just how fucking horny you are for us," ordered Jared. "And make your dick jump out of the elastic," added Evan, "I love that."

"Yes, masters."

I did as I was told. I put my fingers in the elastic on the sides. I teased by slowly taking them down. I turned around, and pulled the band up so that the underwear wedged in my cheeks, making a kind of thong. I bent forward and shook it. Immediately I felt hands squeezing my ass.

"Look at him," joked Jared. "He's totally in love with us, he's totally down for being our slave. Let's see if he's worthy of gods like us."

The groping stopped, and then was ready to lose my last bit of dignity. I turned back to them, and started pulling the underwear band down, down. It caught on the top of my rock-hard dick, and slid down it to the crown. Finally, the crown released, and my cock bounced up and down like crazy for a few seconds. Laughter, derisive laughter.

"Do that again," mocked Kyle from the side. He had been happy to let his brothers run the show, but he was having a hot time watching. So I pulled the underwear back up.

Again, slowly lowering the band from the side, my dick was even harder, which I didn't know was possible. This time, it jumped even more. Now I lowered the underwear to the floor, lifted my feet out of it, and stood completely nude, frontally facing the hottest, most gorgeous twink brats I had ever seen. And I felt amazing.

"Who told you to stop dancing? Move, put your hands on your head. Get over here and shake it. Shake your little dick for us." Jared again called me over with his finger. I stood right in front of him and danced. His hands, again, went up my thighs. But this time, he didn't stop. He first touched my balls, which felt like an electric shock of pleasure.

"Do you like having a gorgeous teen master play with your balls, Daddy bitch?," he taunted. Jared really loved this degrading speech. So did I.

"Yes, master."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I love when my gorgeous master plays with my balls and sees me naked. I love being your nude slave. I love that you mock me, and can feel and play with any part of my body you desire. I deserve to be your nude slave whenever you wish."

He moved up to play with my cock. "Whenever I wish?" "Yes," I said. "Let my brother play with your private parts, and tell him what you think of him."

I moved over to Evan, who went straight for my cock. "I love how it bounces," he said, as he started flicking my dick. He hit it side to side, and played with it like a toy. The touch of his hand was heaven, and he knew it.

"I think master Evan is a god, and I deserve to be his naked plaything. My body, my private parts, are yours to play with however and whenever you want, too."

As their hands felt me up, legs, balls, cock, ass, I couldn't help but move in rhythm. And Kyle had noted what I said.

"So you just offered to serve my brothers whenever they wish. I have that on video." Yikes, he had been filming this on his phone! OMG. He continued, "Wouldn't want that to get out. So let's see. We're alone in this house for the next two weeks, so let's make a deal for two weeks. If you're free, whenever one of us texts you, you come here, strip naked, and serve us. Got it?"

I was cornered. I couldn't refuse. "Yes, masters, I will."

Kyle smiled, as did Jared and Evan. "Now I want a go at you. Get on your hands and knees." I did, and immediately felt the sharp smack of Kyle's spanking.

"Who's a bitch?" he kept saying. "I'm a bitch," I kept repeating. And then, Jared sat on my back. "Giddyup!" I crawled. As I did, I felt his hands smack my ass, and feel the top of my legs. Then, his hand came under me and gabbed my cock.

"Now take Evan." Evan got his ride around the room, with even more groping and spanking. I was going to shoot soon.

Then he got off, and the boys sat back down on the couch. They were all clearly horny, and I think they wanted to get off already. Since this was just an introductory session, as it turned out, they felt no need to delay it.

"Next time, we'll get you in shape. But now, we want to see how you come," explained Kyle. "Which one of my brothers do you want to jerk you off? Choose, and present yourself to him."

In front of dreamy twink masters, that's a hot thing to ask. It's hot to have to go to a guy and basically tell him that you are super horny for him, and that you want him to be your sex master. And when you're nude and your dick is a rock, revealed completely for their pleasure, it's as hot as it gets. I loved Evan's looks, but Jared's arrogance turned me on even more. I walked to stand right in front of him.

"Beg me," he ordered. I went down on my knees, spread apart, with my thighs tight and my cock and balls on full display.

"Please, master, please make me cum. I want your ultimate sexy hands on my cock. When you touch me, you are so unbelievably hot that I feel like I'm going to explode. I love being your nude toy, you are a super-model master. You deserve naked slaves far better than me."

To say that he liked this speech would be an understatement. He grabbed my dick, looked me in the eye, and smiled. "You're a fucking bitch whore, and I'm your 18 year old master. My hands are on your dick and balls, and you can't stop how horny I make you."

As he said this, he began to stroke my cock. It was heaven. "Yes, master, thank you master. Whatever you wish, master."

Evan came over, and with one hand in his own pants, he used the other to feel me up on my ass, thighs, torso. He grabbed my balls from behind.

I didn't last more than a minute. "I'm cumming, masters." And with that, I shot a huge load straight across the couch. I could see that Evan had come at the same moment. Jared's other hand had also gone into his pants, but he needed a little more time, so he kept feeling my balls and thighs until he, too, groaned and jerked.

He then grabbed my balls again, looked me straight in the eye. "I've just jerked you off. You admit that I am your hot master. I have seen and felt your whole body and most private parts. I own you, bitch. You and I know that forever. You will come when I wish, or when my brother wishes, and you will pleasure and serve me."

"Yes, master."

You bet I would.