The Bull is My brother

My dad raced upstairs to the “bullpen” that used to be my older brother's room. Now, it was filled with exercise equipment and a cot in the corner for him to sleep on. In the time since Master Ed entered our lives, my brother had found his bliss in seeking constant physical improvement. His room now permanently smelled like a high school locker room.

They returned together, the bull leading confidently ahead of the broken old man. My brother was only 5' 8", but was pure muscle now. His dark curly hair was shaved down to a mohawk. His septum was pierced with a comically large gold ring. His girthy nine inch cock was bound within a stainless steel cage that could barely contain it. The large padlock on his chastity cage clanked like a cowbell as he sauntered into the living room. He was naked aside from his cock cage, a leather chest harness, and wrist and ankle cuffs identical to my dad's. Unlike our pathetic dad, my brother was rarely restrained unless it was for a new branding or piercing.

His skin glistened from his most recent workout. Sweat gathered within his thick dark chest hair. The stench of his body odor filled the room as soon as he entered. It was, at the same time, both repugnant and irresistible. Despite his constant physical activity, my mom only permitted him to bathe at the end of each month. Fortunately for us, it had been several weeks since his last cleansing. As I continued to breathe in his overpowering odor, it reminded me vaguely of onions and taco seasoning and I hungered for his sweaty pits.

My mom jingled the key in her hand and my brother kneeled down before her with his head bowed. I noticed, for the first time, a recent branding on his hairy butt cheek. The design was clearly my mom's initials and I wondered where someone goes to have a branding iron made in this day and age. My brother looked at the key expectedly and then up at my mom with impatient lust. She motioned for him to rise and reached down to unlock his cage. His giant dick expanded immediately and pushed the front of the cage free leaving only the metal base ring around his girthy cock and large hairy ball sack. My brother snorted like a bull and started rocking his pelvis swinging his balls back and forth.

My mom put her keys away and looked over to my dad. "Ward, stop playing with your tits for two seconds and come fluff our son."

My dad reluctantly stopped teasing his inflamed nips and walked over to my brother. He stooped down and reverently reached out to caress my brother's growing member.

"That's right, worship his superior manhood,” my mom encouraged. “Clearly, he gets that from my side of the family. You gave your pathetic pencil dick to our youngest and look at him now, crawling on his hands and knees like a dog trying to nurse on me while his best friend and older brother fuck me proper."

"Yes, dear." My dad replied in a trance as he stared at my brother's hardening cock.

He leaned in and deeply inhaled the musky bush before he passionately kissed the tip of my brother's dick as it continued to rise and expand to its full nine inches.

My mom impatiently hurried the operation. “For God’s sake, Ward, stop dicking around and get that thing lubed up for me. God knows it’s the only way you’re going to contribute to any pleasure I’m getting today.”

“Yes, dear,” my dad replied, then immediately started deep throating my brother like some kind of porn star.

My brother grabbed the back of my dad's head and pushed him down further until his nose was buried in my brother's thick sweaty bush. My dad breathed frantically through his nose and the dark pubes to struggle for enough air to continue his service. I was immediately impressed with his ability to consume the entire nine inch shaft. I could tell by his breathing and how relaxed his throat muscles were that he had been practicing. I didn't know if he used a giant dildo or the real thing to reach his current level of expertise, but I was impressed with his technique. I assumed Master thought the same thing when I noticed He had been filming the entire scene with his phone.

After a few minutes, my mom impatiently directed the scene again. “That’s enough of a warm up, cuck. Now go finish your chores and I’ll consider letting you fuck yourself with that new horse cock dildo.”

My dad pulled himself off my brother's nine inch cock gasping for air. “Thank… you… Mistress… I can’t… wait… to show you… how much… punishment… my ass can take.”

“I’m sure you can’t, ****. Now, go and don’t let me catch you spanking it while listening to your son fuck the shit outta me. This place is enough of a mess without your worthless spunk being sprayed all over the place.”

“Yes, Mistress.” My dad bowed to my mom and my Master and exited back to their master bedroom.