The Power of the Ass.

THE NEXT MORNING.

George woke up back in his bed, Bert must've carried him up last night.

"ughhh!.. this has to stop.. right no..O..OH EWWWW!.. HE KNOCKED ME OUT WITH HIS ASS!" He said angrily.

He got out of bed and went downstairs, no one, so he helped himself to a proper breakfast, then he heard grunting and huffing from the living room.

" BRO.. Come here!.. I have a proposition for you!" Berts happy voice said.

George grunted but decided there was no other option, though he was still planning on how to Ko his new beefcake brother.

He walked into the living room and Bert finished his stretches, he was wearing a white tight t-shirt and black shorts, he must've been working out for a while though because he was covered in sweat.

" ok, I realise we may have gotten off on the wrong foot.. let's do a challenge yeah?.. don't worry, its not like the pile driver game.. this is real.. you last ten minutes... just ten minutes in a wrestling hold, and I will never knock you out again.

George considered this.. and decided it was rhe best choice he had.

" fine.. and If I win.. I get to knock you out!" He said boldly.

" sure thing bro!" Bert said happily.

Bert moved him to the wall.

" right, now slide down here.. there we go.. get you nice and comfortable.. now.. I'm just gonna...* THWICK* There we go" Bert said, tapping George's chest.

Wh...what did you Bert?!.. I can't move my arms or legs??. I'm stuck?!.."

" well that's because the move is difficult to do when someone is squirming.. don't worry" he said, making George sit with his back to the wall.

" a...alright..ten minutes.. I can do this" George said as Bert hit the timer.

"alright.. here comes the move!" Bert said, then turned round, and took his shorts off, showing his sweaty, naked ass.

" WHAT THE FUCK.. BERT DONT DO THIS TO ME AGAIN" George said.

" relax bro!.. it's only for ten minutes.. surely you can survive ten minutes?" Berts said, walking backwards.

" Look!...I.. illd do laundry for a month!... I'll iron your clothes... I'LL BUY YOU CLOTHES.. JUST PLEASE.. DONT PUT THAT ASS ON MY FACE!"

" Well your going yo be doing those things anyway for me" he said gleefully.

" NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" George screamed as Bert backed up, His sweaty glistening ass slowly smothering his face.

" MMPPHHHHH!" George screwed as he sank in.

Bert twirked his ass a little as he smiled to himself.

" Now kiss it..Kiss my ass bro!.. kiss it and I'll let you go!"

He must've heard him because Bert felt George move his lips then he felt the kiss..

" Ha!.. gullible fool"

He then squeezed his ascheecks, together and then one at a time.

The yelps turned to moans.. which turned to grunts.. and finally, George passed out.

" Awww my big bro is drooling again!" Bert said as he felt George drool into his ass.

He let go and stood up. George's eyes were half open and rolled up, his hair was slick with sweat, and his head slowly dropped forward.

Bert moved closer to him and once again took out his tongue, which he then turned round again and moved his ass cheeks up and down on it.

" well... that was fun!.. but.. awww... you only lasted two minutes.. sorry bro!" He said, leaving George to his humiliating sleep.

A FEW HOURS LATER.

"ughhh...w..why is.. mmy..tongue..salty...ugh...Ughhh!" George said shooting up, he had been ko'd again.. and by his ass!.. again!.. he needed...he needed to get out of here, and quickly.

Ignoring how sweaty his face now smelled he carefully exited the room, no one.. thankfully, he had just about made it to the front door when.

" welcome back bro!..Ooo you really smell.. should you be going out in that state?"

" I'm...I'm just going out Bert.. p..please... in need to.."

" well I'm gonna be honest you've been asleep for most of the day.. it's nearly over.. so let's get that face of yours clean for a night on the town!" He said, and grabbed George by the arm.

" Bert...BERT!...PLEASE...I..don't need this!"

" oh relax I'm not gonna use my ass.. you actually need to be cleaned...we're going to the bathroom!" Bert said happily.

They got to the bathroom and Bert swung George in.

" here.. you can wash up to your hearts content!" He said, and left the room.

George was about breathe a sigh of relief until the door swung open again

" Let's be honest.. you can't even last ten minutes in An ass... I'm going to have to help you clean!"

" NO! no..Bert...bro.. I don't need help!.. I can do this all on my own!" He said, heading to the sink.

" aww see this is why you need my help!.. that isn't where you wash bro.. this is!"

He said, happily lifting the toilet seat up.

" wh....wha...NO...BERT NO!.." george pleaded as Bert grabbed his head in an unbreakable hold.

" now bro.. take it easy.. we're cleaning you!" He said, and shoved his head into the toilet.

His arms flaied around wildly as he gave muffled screams.

" three pulls should do it I think.. to get you properly clean... ONE"

FLUSH.

His entire body stiffened as his head swirled with the flush, then resumed trying to grab anything.

" TWO"

FLUSH.

Another body Stiffen, then the arms were a bit more drowsy.

" THREE"

FLUSH.

He pulled George's head out of the water, he was still awake, and staring blankly forward.

" you alright bro?" Bert said.

Suddenly George spat out a load of swallowed toiled water.

" Uhhhhhhhhh.." he said, flopping backwards, soaked and ****. His were spinning around his sleeping head.

" you really aren't having a good week are you bro.. let's get you to bed" Bert said.

As he picked him up though his limp brother then fell face first into the water again.

" Ha!.. its ok bro.. your already clean" he said, taking him properly to bed.