Will Take Alpha Brother's Cock for Food

This story is inspired by the following image created by Squelchapron for https://chyoa.com/chapter/OZ-Hentai-Captions-51.1565465

Disclaimer: This story is also an experiment for me. I created it with the help of AI. I dictated the flow of the narrative, edited, and rewrote the text as needed. That said, I want to be upfront about my use of AI to produce this.

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It was late evening, and a mother was preparing dinner for her two boys... Or perhaps only for one.

"Mark?" Her younger son, an effeminate Beta, wandered in from the living room. "Go to bed. You have the early shift tomorrow--And a femboy needs his sleep, y'know."

"Huh? But Mom, it's 5:30! I haven't even had dinner!"

She gave him a stern look. "Ugh, fine. You can drink your brother's first three loads, but after that they're all mine."

"What? No, that's not..." Mark baulked at the idea of being **** to beg his older brother for cum, just to satisfy his gurgling stomach.

"You wanna eat or not? If you do a good job, I'll ask Master if we can get you some DSLs. That way you can tease out more next time."

"Mom, that's so unfair! Why should I have to beg my own brother for food?"

For a moment, she looked sympathetic... But then she sighed and shook her head. "Because it's what he wants, sweetie. And because it's what keeps us safe and comfortable here. Now, run along and suck him off. Don't make me send you to bed hungry."

Feeling the weight of his mother's words, Mark sighed heavily, knowing full well that begging his brother for sustenance was the price he paid for living comfortably under his brother's rule. Seeing there was no use arguing anymore, Mark reluctantly nodded and headed towards his brother's bedroom door.

As he knocked gently, he felt a pang of dread in his stomach. Opening the door slowly, Mark peeked inside and saw his brother David lying on his bed, engrossed in a video game. The scent of sweat and musk filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of weed.

"Hey, bro," Mark greeted him quietly, hoping to keep things civil. But deep down, he knew better than to expect any mercy tonight.

Upon hearing the soft knock on the door, David paused his game and turned around. He was sprawled lazily across the bed, his muscular frame bare except for a pair of black boxer briefs that did little to hide the impressive bulge straining against them.

"Oh, hey!" David's eyes brightened when he saw Mark standing awkwardly by the door. "It's my favourite femboy! What do you want, little guy?"

Mark rolled his eyes, biting back a retort. He still wasn't used to being called a femboy, and it made him want to snap at his brother every time.

However, Mark knew better than to provoke David. Instead, he took a deep breath and **** a smile onto his lips. "Can I come in? Or are you too busy getting that rank up?"

Maybe if he dismisses me, Mom will feed me REAL food.

David chuckled softly, looking back at the game. "Nah. Get that fine ass over here."

Annoyance flashed across Mark's features, but he kept his composure. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. With another sigh, he walked over to the bed, leaning against the edge. "I just wanted something to eat, that's all," he murmured, trying to keep the irritation from his voice.

However, even as he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but wander over his brother's form. From his broad shoulders to his muscular arms, everything about David screamed dominance and strength. Mark swallowed hard, feeling a familiar warmth spreading through his crotch.

David glanced at Mark, noticing the way his brother's eyes roamed over his body. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to play his game nonchalantly. "Well, if you're gonna be in here, might as well make yourself useful, huh?" Without waiting for a reply, he tossed the controller aside and patted the empty space next to him on the bed.

Feeling a rush of adrenaline, Mark sat down gingerly, keeping some distance between them. Despite himself, he found his gaze drifting towards David's defined abs and toned thighs.

David watched Mark closely, noting every flicker of emotion that crossed his face. He leaned back against the headboard, his muscles rippling under his skin as he shifted to get comfortable. "Well?"

"Well wha--Ah!"

With a swift movement, David pulled Mark closer until their bodies were mere inches apart. The younger boy could almost taste the musky scent emanating from his brother--A mix of sweat and cologne that seemed to intoxicate him. Mark's heart pounded loudly in his ears as he stared up at his older sibling, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

"Wait, what are you--" But any protest Mark might have had died on his lips as David's hand slid up his stomach, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin underneath his shirt. A soft moan escaped him, and he bit his lip, trying to suppress the sound. His cock twitched in his pants, growing harder by the second. He could feel its throbbing pulse against the confines of his underwear, begging for release. "I... I'm only here 'cause Mom wouldn't cook for me... I don't--"

David chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing patterns over Mark's abdomen that sent tingles shooting straight to his groin. "Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about that," he whispered, his voice low and sultry. "I'll take care of you." His touch was firm yet gentle, exploring every inch of exposed flesh as if claiming territory.

Mark swallowed hard, his eyes wide and glassy with desire. He couldn't deny the warmth spreading through him at David's words, or the way his nipples hardened under his brother's touch. Despite the lingering embarrassment gnawing at him, Mark found himself arching into that touch, craving more of that intoxicating sensation. His cock throbbed painfully now, **** for relief.

"But what if I don't want your kind of 'care'?" He challenged weakly, even as his body betrayed him with each involuntary shudder. "...Just some normal food would be nice..." He glanced around his brother's room in the faint hope that he might spot some leftover snacks he could have, instead of being **** to suck down his brother's ****-enhanced cum.

Seeing Mark squirm under his touch, David couldn't help but chuckle. He tightened his grip on his brother's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were practically melded together. "Well, isn't that too bad?" David murmured, nuzzling into Mark's neck. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it anyway."

Without waiting for a reply, David rolled Mark onto his stomach, pinning his little brother beneath him. His hand snaked lower, slipping into Mark's pants to wrap around his straining cock. "See? Not so bad, right?" He asked teasingly, giving Mark's dick a slow stroke.

Feeling David's hand on his cock, Mark let out a sharp gasp, his hips bucking involuntarily into the touch. It felt so good, so right, despite everything... But he wasn't going to give in easily.

"You... You jerk," he managed to stammer out between heavy breaths, though his voice lacked any real bite. "This isn't fair!" Even as he spoke, however, Mark didn't make any move to push David away. Instead, he found himself grinding back against his brother's hand, seeking more friction.

"But... But m-maybe you're right," he admitted quietly, biting his lip. "...Maybe this is better..." He mentally kicked himself for saying that. "Wait--Did you give me some fucking mind mods? Like... Did you **** me and drag me into a Pearson's or something?" He asked half-seriously, wondering why he was caving so easily.

David grinned widely, his hand continuing its delicious torment on his brother's throbbing member. He leaned in close, whispering hotly into Mark's ear. "Oh, trust me, there's nothing wrong with your brain." His other hand slid up from Mark's waist, fingers tracing over his chest and tweaking a nipple roughly. "Maybe I tinkered with it a little bit... Nothing major, I promise..." He chuckled darkly, his fingers curling tighter around Mark's dick, pumping it steadily.

Mark's breath hitched at the sensation, a moan escaping his lips despite himself. He hated how good it felt--Hated that he'd never felt this good before. "Fuck you," He hissed, though the words sounded more like a plea than anything else. His hips moved instinctively, chasing after David's hand, his body betraying his mind yet again.

But then, suddenly, something changed. An idea struck him, a spark of rebellion in the midst of all this submission. With a swift motion, he grabbed David's wrist, stopping his movements.

Caught off guard by Mark's sudden assertiveness, David raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? What're you up to, huh?" He taunted, leaning in closer until his nose was almost touching Mark's neck. Despite the situation, Mark's defiance only made David harder, if that were even possible.

His free hand wandered downwards, slipping between Mark's ass cheeks to tease at his puckered hole. He grinned even wider as he pressed a finger against Mark's entrance, pushing gently.

Mark gritted his teeth, trying to suppress a shudder at David's touch. But he refused to show weakness, refused to give in completely. "G-gonna... Hngh... Switch things up."

With surprising strength, considering his position, Mark flipped David over. With a move resembling something out of jiu-jitsu, he pinned his Alpha brother beneath him. His hands held onto David's wrists, keeping his movements restricted.

"Now it's my turn to play," he growled, leaning down to nip at David's neck. He wasn't sure if David would let him overpower him like this... Any other Alpha might have fucked Mark into the ground for such impertinence. But Mark was willing to take the risk, if it meant the chance of maintaining some semblance of control.

Caught by surprise, David let out a grunt at how quickly Mark turned the tables on him. He looked up at his younger sibling, amusement and arousal flashing in his eyes.

"Is that so?" David managed to get out between clenched teeth, feeling Mark's own sharp teeth graze against his skin. But he didn't resist, instead choosing to indulge in this reversal of roles. His own hands came up to grip Mark's hips firmly, pulling him closer. "Then go ahead, little bro. Show me that my little femboy slut can still be a man." With that David arched his back slightly, giving Mark better access to his neck while also presenting his pert nipples to Mark's eager mouth.

Feeling David's hands gripping his hips, Mark couldn't help but smirk. This was exactly what he wanted: to see David squirm, and to make him question his own dominance.

His tongue darted out, licking a stripe across David's collarbone before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. Mark reveled in the sound of David's sharp intake of breath, knowing he'd left a mark. One hand moved from David's wrists, slithering down to cup one of his brother's heavy balls. They were warm and firm in his palm, already full from the earlier teasing. Mark gave them a gentle squeeze, reveling in the low groan that escaped David's lips. With his other hand, Mark released David's wrists and reached down to stroke his growing erection, delighting in the way it twitched eagerly under his touch.

Every touch, every lick, every bite had David writhing beneath Mark, his usual arrogance melting away. He cursed under his breath, torn between wanting to punish Mark for his audacity and submitting to him right there. The sensation of Mark's hand wrapping around his length nearly drove him mad. His hips bucked upwards instinctively, seeking more friction. He knew he should stop this, but damn if it didn't feel good.

"Fuck, Mark," he hissed, threading his fingers through Mark's hair, tugging lightly. "You're playing with fire here." David knew he needed to regain control, and soon, lest he become an Alpha fucked by his own Beta brother. "If you think this changes who's in charge here... If you cross a line... I'll turn you into my personal cum slut--No--Cum toilet, before you can fucking blink."

David's threat came with a laugh, but Mark shuddered at the implications. Yet, despite the threat, or perhaps because of it, Mark felt his cock throb even harder in David's grasp. The thought of being reduced to nothing but a vessel for his older brother's pleasure sent a thrill coursing through him.

He leaned down, capturing David's nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. Each suck and nibble was punctuated by a flick of his thumb over the head of David's dick, spreading the precum that leaked steadily. "You wouldn't dare," Mark murmured, though there was less conviction in his voice than before.

David groaned loudly, his hips jerking upward as Mark's hand worked him over. He hated to admit it, but the younger boy's touch was skilled. It was almost enough to distract him from the humiliation of being dominated so thoroughly. But then, Mark's words sank in. It was a direct challenge to his authority... And even if it was feeble and hesitant, David knew he needed to put it down with a vengeance.

In response to Mark's insubordination, David rolled them both over, pinning Mark beneath him. He looked down at his younger sibling, his blue eyes darkening with lust and anger. Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed Mark's wrists, forcing them above his head. He held them together with one hand while the other seized Mark's throbbing member. His grip tightened, his strokes becoming faster and more aggressive.

"I wouldn't dare, huh? I'm gonna fuck this mouth, fill your throat, and pump you so fucking full that you won't need to eat for a week," David grunted, tightening his grip and planting a kiss on his little brother's gasping lips.

Mark knew he'd gone too far... But part of him couldn't help feeling excited by the danger of the situation. His heart pounded in his chest as David's lips crashed down onto his own. He moaned into the kiss, the taste of his brother's mouth only fueling his arousal. With a soft whimper, Mark arched his back off the bed, pressing his hard cock against David's thigh. He knew he shouldn't enjoy this, but he couldn't deny how good it felt.

Hearing Mark's soft whimper, David pulled away from the kiss just enough to continue speaking: "If you're gonna keep acting like a brat, maybe I should stop being so gentle," David hissed, punctuating his statement with another deep thrust of his hips, grinding his cock against Mark's.

With his free hand, David reached down to cup Mark's heavy balls, squeezing them roughly. His thumb traced along the sensitive underside of Mark's dick, coaxing more pre-cum from the young man's eager cock. Feeling emboldened by Mark's lack of resistance, David broke away completely, trailing kisses down Mark's neck. He nipped and sucked at the tender flesh, marking his territory. His cock twitched with every gasp and moan that escaped Mark's lips.

"Y-You're joking, right?" Mark asked with a wavering laugh.

David snorted, his hot breath washing over Mark's skin as he continued his trail of kisses. "I never joke about discipline," he murmured, his voice low and threatening. His hand slid between Mark's thighs, fingers probing at the tight entrance of his ass. He rubbed circles around the puckered hole, teasingly close to entering but never quite doing so. "But don't worry," he whispered huskily, "you won't have to drink my cum unless you beg for it." A cruel grin spread across David's face as he leaned back to admire his work. Mark was flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his nipples hard points begging for attention.

Mark pouted. He'd eat or drink anything else if he could, but he didn't have another option. So David's reassurance was more like a threat in practice. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" Mark said quickly. "Please, I... I just want some food, that's all." He whispered softly. "...That's all I want, David..."

David raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he listened to Mark's **** pleas. He knew exactly how to play his younger brother--How to use his hunger against him.

"Well, you should've thought about that before you acted like such a little shit," he replied coolly, shifting Mark onto his side and giving his ass cheeks a firm slap. "But since you're so hungry... I'll be a good brother and fill you up."

Without waiting for a reply, David shifted his weight, positioning his cock against Mark's asshole. He aligned his throbbing member with the tight ring of muscle, rubbing the head against it teasingly.

Mark bit his lip, trying to suppress a whimper as he felt the head of David's cock pressing insistently against his tight hole. "P-please..." he stuttered, his own arousal evident in the hard length pressing against his belly. "I promise I won't talk back anymore... Please don't fuck my brains out--I don't wanna be a bimbo fuckdoll brother, like Anthony or Nate or... Or..." Mark remembered the Beta younger brothers he'd seen turned into glassy-eyed bimbos by their Alphas, thinking only of sucking down their brothers' loads--If they were lucky enough to have thoughts at all.

David chuckled darkly at Mark's pleas, his grip tightening on his brother's hip. "Oh, shut up," he snapped, pushing forward until the head of his cock breached Mark's asshole.

A sharp intake of breath escaped both young men as David's thick shaft entered Mark's clenching passage. The sensation was overwhelming, making stars burst behind Mark's eyelids.

"Ungh... You caved so f-fucking easy," David taunted, pulling back only to plunge forward again, burying himself deeper inside Mark's quivering hole.

Mark cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure flooding his senses as David **** his way inside. His fingers dug into the sheets beneath him, his body instinctively trying to push away from the invasion. "Fuck... Fuck!" he cursed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

Despite his initial resistance, however, Mark couldn't deny the warmth spreading throughout his body, or the way his own cock throbbed painfully against his stomach. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions – humiliation, fear, excitement – all swirling together into a potent cocktail that left him utterly undone.

"...Whatever you s-say," he gasped. Mark was **** enough to debase himself in the hopes that it would win his big brother back. "I've learned m-my lesson... Hnngh... I p-promise..."

With a grunt of satisfaction, David leaned over Mark, his muscular chest pressing against the smaller boy. His large hand slid down to cup Mark's balls, giving them a firm squeeze.

"That's right... Mm... Learn your place," he hissed into Mark's ear, biting down gently on the lobe. "You're nothing but a cum dumpster for your Alpha brother now." David pulled back, then slammed forward once more, setting a punishing rhythm designed to stretch and fill Mark's tight hole completely. Each powerful thrust sent ripples across Mark's skin, highlighting every curve and contour of his lean body. "You like that, huh? You love being used by your _big _brother, don't you?"

Mark whined softly, his body trembling as David's thick cock filled him completely. Every deep thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, leaving him breathless and dizzy. "Yes... I love it," he moaned shamelessly, despite himself. His slender frame writhed beneath his brother, his thick ass lifting to meet each powerful thrust. His cock was throbbing painfully between his legs, leaking precum onto the sheets beneath him. He was so close already, just from taking David's huge dick.

"But please... Don't make me a bimbo," Mark pleaded, desperation clear in his voice. "...Please... I'll do anything..."

Hearing Mark's plea, David grinned wickedly, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. "Anything else, huh?" he growled, slapping Mark's ass hard enough to leave a red mark. "That's what I like to hear."

He gripped Mark's cock like a vice, stroking it in time with his brutal fucking. The combination of sensations was overwhelming for Mark--The stretching of his hole, the burning ache in his ass, and now the intense stimulation of his sensitive cock. "Tell me--Does it turn you on, being used like this?" David asked, leaning down to whisper hotly in Mark's ear. "Do you get off on being treated like a _slut _by your big brother?"

Mark whimpered, his body shaking uncontrollably as David continued to use him ruthlessly. His cock throbbed in his brother's hand, precum leaking steadily from the tip. "Yes... It turns me on," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Being used like this... It makes me feel so dirty and degraded... But... So fucking horny..."

His slender body arched involuntarily as David hit that sweet spot inside him yet again. His tight hole clenched desperately around David's cock, trying to milk him for everything he had. "And... And yes... I get off on being treated like a slut by my.. Hngh... My brother... I'll be anything for you, okay? I'll be your femboy... Your slut..."

David grunted in approval as Mark submitted fully to him, his slim body writhing beneath his own. He increased his pace, pistoning his cock in and out of Mark's tight hole with abandon. "That's a good boy," he murmured, slapping Mark's ass again. "Take it like a g-good little femboy..."

His hand tightened around Mark's cock, pumping it faster as he felt his own climax approaching. The sensation of Mark's insides clenching around his dick was too much for him to resist. "Ungh... Just a few more seconds," David warned, his voice straining. "Then I'm gonna fill you up... Fill you so full of cum you won't be able to stand up straight--"

Feeling David's hand on his cock, Mark couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud cry, he came hard, his seed spurting over their joined bodies. The feeling of his own release made his ass clench tighter around David's cock, milking him for all he was worth.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" David roared, thrusting into Mark one last time as he shot his load deep inside him. Wave after wave of hot cum flooded Mark's insides, filling him up until it leaked out from around David's still-hard cock, splattering all over the bed and Mark's crotch.

Panting heavily, both brothers lay there, still connected. After a minute David withdrew slowly, letting Mark's walls massage every inch of his length before finally pulling free. He collapsed next to Mark, still catching his breath.

It was then that Mark's stomach rumbled, loud enough for both of them to hear. An ass filled with Alpha cum hadn't done anything for his empty stomach, after all.

David chuckled softly, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watched Mark squirm uncomfortably. "You want something to eat, don't ya?" David teased, leaning over to give Mark a playful nudge with his elbow. "Or are you just going to keep wiggling around like that?"

With a sly wink, David got up from the bed, his spent cock still glistening with the remnants of their shared climax. He pulled on a pair of boxers and headed towards the kitchen, leaving Mark alone in the bedroom.

"Come on, lazybones," he called out over his shoulder. "If you don't get up soon, I might just have to come back and remind you who's in charge here."

Mark grumbled, rolling onto his side to watch David leave the room. His eyes lingered on the other young man's retreating figure. Despite everything, he couldn't deny the thrill that went through him whenever they were together like this.

"Asshole," he muttered under his breath, but there was no real heat behind it. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, wincing slightly as he felt the tender ache in his butt. But it wasn't an _unpleasant _sensation, and he found himself smiling despite everything as he padded after David.

His naked body was still flushed and sticky with sweat as he reached the kitchen, but he didn't care: he knew David liked him that way, and their mother liked what David liked.

When he entered the room, David was standing at the stove--Already cracking some eggs into a frying pan.

"Is... Is that for me?"

"Who else?" David smiled--Then giggled as Mark practically leapt at him, wrapping both arms around his waist.

"...Thank you," Mark mumbled into his shoulder.

David wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders, pulling him even closer. "You're welcome, bro." His voice was soft, almost tender, contrasting sharply with the roughness of moments ago.

Despite the warmth of David's embrace, Mark shivered, feeling a trickle of cum running down the back of his thigh. He let out a low moan, pressing himself more firmly against David's muscular form.

David felt Mark's soft body against his own, still a little damp with sweat. He couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers through Mark's messy hair, tousling it playfully. "Still hungry, yeah?" He gave his ass a quick spank.

"Absolutely," Mark, replied, not complaining about the slap in the slightest.

"Glad to hear it," David murmured, nuzzling his brother's neck affectionately.

It was at that moment their mother walked into the kitchen. As she saw the pair, she raised her hands to her face and cooed: "Aw! My boys--Finally getting along!"

David rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a grin. "Yeah, whatever, Mom." He glanced down at Mark, who was still leaning heavily against him, his cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. The sight made David's heart swell with a strange mix of pride and possessiveness.

Their mother smiled warmly at them both. Her eyes lingered on Mark's disheveled appearance, and she shook her head fondly. "You boys are growing up so fast," she commented, reaching out to smooth Mark's hair. Then her hand darted down, wiping off some of the cum dripping down his leg.

A few minutes later, David served Mark a plate of scrambled eggs, with onions, mushrooms, and a slice of toast. It was almost an omelette. David was a fine cook--He just needed more practice, something he typically didn't get because he would just order someone else to cook for him.

But the meal was still beyond delicious to Mark, who wolfed it down at the table. David and their mother sat down with him, enjoying the moment together as a family.

David watched as Mark devoured his breakfast, a contented smile playing on his lips. He leaned over to steal the piece of toast from Mark's plate, earning a playful glare. "Easy there," he joked, taking a bite of the toast.

From across the table, their mother observed the brothers with a fond smile. Despite the tension that often filled their household, it seemed that even the most heated arguments were forgotten over a shared meal. "It's good to see you two getting along," she said. There was a sense of relief in her words, a quiet joy that only a parent could understand.

Mark leaned back from his plate and rested his head against David's shoulder. The Alpha's eyes widened for a moment, and then a soft smile took over his face as he settled into the display of affection.

"Thank you," Mark whispered. He looked up at David, who was overcome with a sudden rush of tenderness for his little brother.

Then he realised that Mark's eyes were flickering back and forth between David's face and the piece of toast in his mouth.

Laughing, David placed the toast back onto Mark's plate and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him even closer. "Don't mention it," he replied softly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Mark's forehead. His thumb traced over the smooth skin, feeling the warmth radiating from his younger sibling.

Despite the constant teasing (and ass-pounding), David found himself genuinely touched by Mark's gratitude. For once, he felt like more than just a big Alpha; he felt like a protector, a provider, a source of comfort.

Their mother watched them cuddling together for a while, her heart filled with joy. But as Mark finished his meal, she cleared her throat and waited until she had David's attention.

"So, I was thinking..." She reached over to Mark, maintaining eye contact with David as she caressed his fucktoy's cheek before running a finger across his lips. "DSLs?"