Getting A Workout In
On Saturday, the 3 guys had a lovely brunch together. Before setting out for Ethan's old gym for a workout. Mark wore Ethan's old baseball jacket and shirt. Matching it with a pair of his skimpy gym-shorts and sneakers.
Roy had grabbed Mark from behind in the hallway. Stretching the waistband of the shorts back. He saw that Mark wore a pair of his white jockstraps underneath the shorts.
"Look, man, this one is ready to play with the big boys, Ethan," he called happily to his brother.
Ethan dropped a hand down the crack and fingered the asshole.
"Fuck!... And he has prepared his ass for a workout too!" grinned Ethan back to Roy.
At the gym, the men pumped some iron and then some ass. One of Ethan's old high-school mates had recognized them as they walked inside. He was an assistant trainer at the gym. Tyrone was a big, ebony muscle god. Tall and handsome with shorts that could hardly contain his fat cock.
Tyrone had greeted Ethan and Roy like old mates. Bro-hugging them with some nasty ass-grabbing.
"Hey, boys... Long time no see!... What's up, dudes... How's it hanging?" joked Tyrone as he snugged the two jocks. Not noticing that Mark was with them.
"Hey, stud... Doing great... Still feeding that anaconda of yours boy-butt?" grinned Ethan, "This is our new stepbrother... Ty, meet Marky Mark... Could you show Marky the works?... He needs to bulk up a bit... And... Ummm... If you can stretch him out... his muscles are pretty tight."
"Oh... new boy-butt to train!... I do like that!" grinned Tyrone, dirty at Mark. He showed Mark around the gym's equipment. Sizing Mark up as they walked around. Helping Mark to warm up his muscles and showing him how to use the equipment. Mark had not spent much time in a gym. And certainly not with his own personal muscle god as a trainer.
Taming A Brown Trouser Snake
Tyrone put Mark through his paces. When Mark was doing some weightlifting, Tyrone stood behind his head to spot Mark. Mark saw the cockhead dangling out of Ty's shorts. There was a drop of precum glistening on the tip. Mark raised his head a little and kissed the dick's tip.
"Be careful, boy!... I don't want you to choke on this snake," hissed Tyrone down at Mark. His schlong instantly started to grow. Ty squatted a little lower. Letting Mark suck on the fat brown trouser snake in the middle of the gym.
Together Mark and Ty lifted the weight back onto the holder. Tyrone pushed the dick back into his shorts and guided Mark to a backroom. Ethan and Roy join the two surreptitiously as they walk past them.
In the backroom, Mark was placed on his knees in front of Tyrone. Ty dropped his shorts, and a fat 11-inch dick popped out. Nearly hitting Mark in the eye. Mark looked up at Tyrone for a bit. Then at Ethan and Roy with a questioning look on his face.
"Go on, Marky... Show Ty what we taught you about deep-throating a fat cock... His snake won't bite... It may choke you a little... but just keep it nice and wet as we showed you," instructed Roy. Ethan guided the back of Mark's head toward Ty. That was hardly necessary because Mark gobbled the brown toy up like a pro.
That morning Mark's ass got a workout. The three guys took him in turns. Filling every hole. Taking him in multiple positions. Training Mark's body to accept even the biggest of the dicks.
Tyrone was utterly surprised by the relative ease with which Mark handled his fat slong. Sure, the teen twitched and whimpered during the onslaught of the 11-inch brown dong. But that was quickly remedied by his step brothers. They held him down as Mark's butt got gaped wide open by his first black cock.
The threesome Mark had been hoping for had turned out to be a nasty foursome. Mark enjoyed it tremendously. He thanked the 3 jocks with an intimate kissing and hugging session at the end.
When Tyrone walked his friends out the door, he signed Mark up for regular training sessions. Winking nastily at the teen. "We'll whip your ass into shape, boy!" said Ty as he gave Mark a slap on the butt and Roy and Ethan a high-five.
Bike Ride With Mates
Nothing much happened until Monday the next week. Roy had a kickboxing class around 11 o'clock. And Mark casually remarked that he would love to come and watch. He wanted Ethan to take him there on the back of his father's bike. Mark had always loved to ride with his father. And the idea of grabbing on to his big brother sort of turned him on. Mark had cleaned and oiled his father's old biker pants the day before. It gleamed as new now.
Roy laughed at the glint in Mark's eyes. And Ethan got excited at the prospect of dressing up in their biker gear. Taking Todd's motorbike for a spin with Mark and Roy. Todd would typically not have allowed this. His bike was everything to Todd. But Ethan thought he would get away with it. Besides, it was at Mark's request. And Todd would not have refused Mark anything.
So, the boys finished breakfast together and donned their biker gear. Roy wore his biker overalls over the boxing shorts and a tight T-shirt. Ethan put on his black motor combo. He had not worn it in ages. Apparently, his muscular physique had grown considerably since the last time he had worn this outfit. So, Ethan had to switch to Todd's classic biker jacket instead. The sight of his two big brothers in leather made Mark blush. "Wow, guys... you look fucking amazing in leather!" exclaimed the boy excitedly.
"You don't look half bad yourself, Marky... Perhaps we can take you shopping for some kinky gear later today?" suggested Ethan. Looking Mark up and down.
Mark wore Roy's denim jacket with black leather sleeves over his father's old leather jeans and white sneakers. Mark looked incredibly cool. Much more so than he had ever done before. Especially, now the guys knew what a wild thing their little bro was in the sack.
Roy had gone ahead and pulled his own racing bike out of the garage. The bike's color scheme and Roy's outfit matched.
Ethan held Mark back in the hallway. "Are you sure you want to go to Roy's gym, Marky?" asked Ethan, a little worried. He knew what a rowdy crowd hung around there. And it was well out of town on an industrial estate. It was certainly not the typical hangout spot for 16-year-old boys.
Mark hugged Ethan and looked up at his big brother. "I am going, if you are, Ethan... I feel safe around you two... And after Tyrone... well... I think I handled myself quite well, don't you think, bro?" smiled Mark.
Ethan pulled Mark in close with a strong arm around his back. The other hand, Ethan had placed it on Mark's head. He looked longingly at Mark for a moment, then he kissed his little bro. The kiss took so long that Roy honked his horn and revved his engine. Watching the guys make out through the open doorway.
"Want to go for a ride or not?" called Roy to the brothers jokingly.
"Okay, drop your pants and bend over... I'll ride you hard!" replied Mark, horny as fuck now.
"Oi... I thought you wanted to ride me?" grinned Ethan.
"Yep... I'll ride your ass too!" bellowed mark with laughter. Smacking Ethan's leathered ass roughly.
The bikers took the scenic route along some deserted winding roads to get to Roy's fight-club. Racing each other. Roy showed off by doing some wheelies. The three guys were giddy with laughter. It had been a while since Roy and Ethan had enjoyed themselves this much. And the pleasure of sharing this with Mark made it even more delightful.
They slammed on the brakes outside Roy's club. Locking their helmets and bikes with a couple of chains to a light pole. Ethan wanted to take no chances of anything happening to the bikes. Todd would kill him if it did, he thought.
Fight Club
Happy, the brothers walked into the fight-club. A group of gangbangers watched the brothers come in. Their leader, a short, stocky Mexican 20-year-old called Raúl, pointed little Mark out to his homies.
"Watch me take on that 'hijo de puta'... That little 'perra' should not be in here. Other than to service my 'polla Mexicana'... I'll make him cry for his mama when I fuck that 'bebé' up," said Raúl with a raucous tone of voice. Just loud enough for the brothers to pick it up too.
Mark involuntarily grabbed Ethan's hand. He understood just enough Spanish swear words to exactly know what Raúl had said to his homies. Ethan just squeezed Mark's hand and winked at Mark reassuringly. Mark took a deep breath and straightened up. Puffing out his chest as they walked on.
Roy had peeled off his biker gear and introduced Ethan and Mark around. The brothers watched as Roy warmed up and started to work out.
The gym was in an old rundown warehouse. It had a couple of boxing rings and an extensive training mat. Along the sides hung punching bags and other training equipment.
Ethan and Mark sat on some chairs near the soda machine and cooler. The place was grubby and smelled of sweat, puke, smoke, and weed.
Bullied Into Action
Raúl and his homies kept on pestering Mark from a distance. It was not so much the things they called over to him, but much more the nasty belittling tone they used. They made fun of his lack of muscles and his size. Even though Mark was as tall as Roy and only a bit shorter than Ethan. Raúl and his gang hung around one of the boxing rings. Egging Mark to come over so he could take Mark for a spin. Raúl wanted to show Mark each and every corner of the boxing ring. And his homies called Mark a 'pollito asustado' and a mama's boy.
That last thing they probably should not have said. Mark had jumped up so fast that neither Ethan nor Roy could have stopped their brother.
Mark grabbed the boxing ring ropes and leaped over the top rope into the ring with Raúl. Raúl bounced back. He had clearly not expected Mark to react the way the teen did.
Mark circled around Raúl in the boxing ring for a bit. The nasty Mexican was half a head smaller than Mark. His ugly chin beard and unkempt curly black hair made him look even worse. Raúl wore shining old boxing shorts and dirty kickboxing shoes.
The gangbanger put up his fist and took a few swipes at Mark. Mark expertly dodged every one of them. Swinging left and right as Raúl tried to hit him. When the Mexican repeated what a mama's boy Mark really was for not letting him hit Mark, he regretted it nearly instantly.
Some Mexican Takeout
A few things happened in quick succession. Mark grabbed the gangbanger and twisted his hip into the guy's abdomen. He pulled Raúl over his back and slammed him face-first onto the dirty, stained boxing ring. The guy grunted in pain and surprise as Mark's foot connected way too hard with Raúl's nut sack. Ethan and Roy kept Raúl's guys from moving into the ring with their boss. Mark heard a few well-aimed punches outside the boxing ring hit their marks too. The kick to the balls had split Raúl's old boxing shorts in a most unfortunate place. Exposing the hairy butt-crack of the Mexican. Raúl was puking over the boxing ring floor in pain with his ass in the air.
Mark yanked a rubber out of his back pocket and snapped it swiftly around his stiff young member. And Mark drilled down hard. Ripping the tough guy open. Fucking Raúl in front of all his homies.
They had stopped fighting Ethan and Roy and watched in awe how their boss got taken by this 16-year-old ruthless top. They listened to how Raúl begged for mercy like a little girl. And how Mark screamed his head off, humiliating the gangbanger to the bone. Ethan and Roy just watched how Mark, after a good 10 minutes, ripped the condom off and kicked the whimpering Raúl over. Dumping his load straight over the gringo's face.
Mark hung onto the top rope of the ring for a few moments afterward. Slowly getting down off the adrenalin high. He watched how Raúl was squirming on the boxing ring floor for a while. Mark calmly walked over to the man and stuck out his hand to pull him up.
Raúl took it in surprise and got helped up by Mark. Mark held on to the hand and pulled Raúl close.
"Now then... who is a mama's boy now?... Just be happy you had to deal with me... Rather than my two older brothers over there!... Take a cold shower and get lost, patron!" breathed Mark a little heavy into Raúl's ear.
Raúl slithered off the boxing ring and walked - without his gang - out of the fight club feeling utterly humiliated.
Ethan lifted his brother off the edge of the boxing ring too and high-fived him with a nasty grin. Roy had walked over and gave Mark a pat on the back. "Fuck, man... You worked him so hard... I didn't think you had it in you, Marky!" Roy said, amazed.
Ethan said bursting with pride, "Yeah, Mark you really did something there. You showed him good and I am so fucking proud to call you, my brother. You topped his ass good!"
Daydreaming
The rest of the guys in the club continued their training as if nothing interesting had happened. Roy finished his workout too. He took a quick shower afterward and got back to his brothers. Wearing his cool biker gear. Mark gazed at Roy, looking at the leather-wearing stepbrother walking over to them.
"Fuck, that is really looking so fucking cool, don't you think, Ethan?" sighed Mark hotly, watching Roy.
Roy sat next to his brothers, and Mark recalled the time he had walked in on Todd and Luke fucking each other wearing their leather biker gear. Mark recounted accurately what their fathers had been doing and what they were wearing at the time. Telling his brothers, he would not mind some leather daddy dick himself. Mark looked over at the mesmerized Roy and Ethan. He saw his horny story had a swelling impact on his bro's.
It took them a few minutes to notice that Mark had stopped talking. They grinned a little ashamed of their daydreaming.
"Come on, Marky... I know a place where we can buy some leather gear for you... I think you need to top our asses in the way you did that gangbanger as well... That would bring your education full circle... After that, you'll be ready for anything!" said Ethan, putting an arm around his brother and pulling him up.
On The Kitchen Table
They went shopping for some kinky gear before heading home. Ethan had bought himself a new biker jacket and chaps. Roy had found himself a kinky harness and police gloves. And the guys bought Mark a pair of tight leather jeans with a double zipper, a heavy leather jacket, a kinky half body harness, wristband, fingerless gloves, and army boots.
The guys looked dressed to kill and ready to fuck!
And that was exactly what they did when they got home. The guys did not even make it upstairs. Roy and Ethan put on their new gear and let Mark pound the shit out of them. Right on the kitchen island. Mark dominated the crap out of his big brothers. Breeding both hard. They had been going for a good 30 or 40 minutes when Mark saw two-man watching them via the kitchen window. They were wanking themselves off outside. Watching the boys have rough kinky leather fun on the kitchen table.
Todd waved at Mark. Luke gave him a thumbs up. Both his fathers had dirty big grins on their faces. Clearly, they had been watching the proceedings for a while now. And obviously had liked the show the 3 boys had put on for them.
"Look, guys, our dads are home early!" said Mark to Roy and Ethan jokingly.
When the jocks looked up, they saw nothing. Thinking Mark was yanking their chain, they accosted him. "That's not something you should joke about!" proclaimed Roy.
"Fuck, Marky... why would you even joke about that!... We would be in so much trouble!" said Ethan worriedly.
In trouble?
"The only trouble you would be in..." came Todd's voice from the hallway, "... is when we are not allowed to join in the fun!"
Luke pulled Mark out of Ethan's ass with a plop. And stuffed his own daddy dick in there. Todd did the same to Roy. Together they pounded the jocks hard.
"Told you, dads... I said I would have them prepped for you when you got home... And I did!" said Mark, elated.
"Fuck, son... Yes! You did... And you lubed both up excellently..." said Luke, screwing Ethan, something fierce. Holding onto his leathers and railing his boy's cunt.
"Yeah, Mark, It looks like these two taught you all the tricks! Did you have fun, boy?" asked Todd, nailing Roy hanging onto his harness.
"I sure did, dad!" sighed Mark thinking of the past weekend, "... Dad? I think I am gay... I loved the way Roy and Ethan took great care of me... We sure had fun together!"
That night, Mark snuck into Todd's and Luke's room. He crawled between them in bed. And took his last challenge for that horny weekend. Two big leather daddy cocks.
All's Well That Ends Well
The lad's fathers were totally cool with the new situation. They dressed the family in their most kinky biker and denim gear, and they took them for a nasty photoshoot, a dinner, and a kinky show on Wednesday.
The photos turned out great. The 2 masterful daddies and their 3 boys. Proud of who and what they were. The hunky men, Todd and Luke at the back, Mark seated in the middle, and the beautiful jock's Ethan and Roy on either side of him.
The saucy pictures hung proudly on their bedroom walls and even in the living room behind the couch.
They seldom had sex together after that. Only helping each other out occasionally. The three brothers each got their own boyfriends to screw around with. Sometimes sharing their friends with each other in a threesome or foursome. Or during some nasty - no holes barred - family orgy.
Twisted as this family may be. They lived their lives happily together ever after.
