Norton, 19 years old

Norton, 19 years old boy, lay in his cluttered room, staring at the cracked ceiling. Nineteen years old, and he was still rotting under his parents' roof like some pathetic fucking worm. Skinny, slouched nerd with pimples on his forehead and constantly sweaty palms — that's who he was. At school, his classmates constantly fucked with his brain, and at home, his older brother Dan turned every day into pure humiliation. This morning something snapped in his head. Norton woke up from a strange itch at the back of his skull, and suddenly the thought came by itself: “Everything I say will become the truth.” He snorted, scratched his balls through his holey underwear, and thought he’d finally lost his goddamn mind. “Yeah right, what a load of horseshit. If it worked like that, I’d already have the whole world sucking my dick.”

He sat up on the bed, scratched his stinky armpits, and reached for his phone. At that moment the door burst open with a bang. Dan (22 years old) barged in — a two-meter-tall jock with shoulders like a bull and a ripped six-pack he loved showing off, strutting around the house in nothing but shorts. Captain of the college football team, though everyone knew they only took him because he could wreck anyone on the field. Dan’s face was covered in stubble, and his eyes always had that condescending smirk when he looked at his “loser brother.”

“Well, what’s up, you little cocksucker?” Dan laughed, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his massive arms over his chest. His biceps bulged like he was flexing them on purpose to remind Norton who the alpha was. “Jerking off your pathetic three centimeters under the blanket again? Mom’s asking if you’re getting up today or just gonna keep lying there.”

Norton felt rage boiling inside him. Every day the same shit. Every fucking day this asshole stomped all over his dignity. Norton’s scrawny shoulders tensed, his fists clenched. And then he snapped. His voice came out hoarse, full of venom:

“Shut the fuck up, dick-sucker.”

The words hung in the air. Dan froze for a second, his smirk faltered… then spread even wider. He ran his tongue over his lips like he was remembering the taste of something salty and thick.

“Hah, you nailed it, bro,” Dan said completely calmly, shrugging his shoulders. His powerful chest rose and fell. “Alright, I’m heading out to my boyfriend right now. He’s already waiting for me to suck him off properly. He’s got such a thick, veiny cock that my jaw aches when I deepthroat it down to the balls. And you’re just gonna keep jerking off here alone? At least find yourself a girl or a guy.”

Norton blinked. His heart was pounding like crazy. Dan had a girlfriend — that big-titted bitch from his college that he fucked constantly in his room, making Norton listen to her moans through the wall. And now… this. His brother stood in front of him, huge and muscular, casually admitting he sucked other guys’ dicks.

The smell of Dan’s sweat — sharp, masculine, with a hint of last night’s booze — filled the room. Norton felt his own tiny prick twitch in his underwear from the sudden arousal. It was working. It was actually fucking working. Dan kept talking like nothing weird had happened. He adjusted the growing bulge in his shorts and grinned even hornier:

“Anyway, don’t stare like that, loser. My boyfriend loves it when I show up with a mouth full of spit and my asshole ready. He fucks me so hard that cum squirts out of my hole like a faucet afterward. And you just sit in your cave and jerk off to porn where real men fuck sluts. Maybe someday you’ll get lucky… though with your scrawny ass, probably not.”

He turned around, showing off his pumped-up ass squeezed into the shorts, and walked out whistling. The door slammed shut.

Norton sat on the bed, breathing heavily. The words kept spinning in his head: “Everything I say will become the truth.” His mind flooded with dirty, perverted images. He pictured making Dan get on his knees right there, this jock **** on his cock, drooling and moaning like a whore. How his brother’s pussy — no, his ass — would stretch wide, squelching and slurping around his dick until thick ropes of cum sprayed everywhere, flooding it all.

Norton’s little dick was rock hard. He slowly slid his hand toward his underwear, feeling the precum already soaking the fabric. The power was in his hands. And this was only the beginning.