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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Bro_Strider, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Bloodplay, Smuppets, Manipulation, Dirty_Talk, BDSM, Smut, Physical
      Abuse, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Rough_Sex, Stridercest_-_Freeform, Sexual
      Violence, graphic_physical_violence, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, No
      Aftercare
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-27 Completed: 2015-11-11 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 7055
****** Smuppet Star ******
by Em_Jacques
Summary
     Dave had been the advertisement star for his Bro's online Smuppet
     empire since birth, it felt like, and he resigned to the notion that
     a kid can get used to anything. Bro assaults him after school and
     drags him down to the little-used basement, making it very clear that
     tonight's shoot is going to differ greatly from the norm. Dave knows
     he's absolutely as fucked up as his Bro and after some persuading
     decides he absolutely wants to get used to these new turn of events.
     No horrible gore, just some nicely battered Strider boy.
Notes
     I absolutely love Bro as an overbearing, low-key abusive,
     exploitative asshole; authoritative and selfish and sexy. He's pretty
     raw in this fic but not totally insensitive to Dave...after all, bad
     boys are only really fun when they have some deeper shit going on.
     It's still pretty rough though. Dave is a little aged up, and there
     isn't any outright explicit shota action. No mention of Sburb.
     Smuppets are the creation of AH and all that.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Dave wasn’t quite sure at what point in his relatively short life he realized
his bro didn’t raise him in a manner typical of human guardians. Perhaps it was
in elementary school when he was reprimanded for bringing a Smuppet in his pack
as a naptime friend. Or maybe it was in middle school, when lunchtime boy
conversations revealed he knew far more about sexual encounters and anatomy
than his fellow schoolmates, and noticed they never spoke of performing such
acts on each other. Whenever or however it became clear to him, Dave decided it
didn’t really matter. Bro probably wouldn’t let him quit even if he wanted to.
Now in his mid-teens, Dave was well aware he was sick. That Bro was sicker,
that everything they did was basically illegal including his involvement in the
online plush ass empire’s commercials. He was sort of tired of taking orders
from the overbearing entrepreneur and sort of tired of acting all innocent or
in character for whatever moe theme Bro was hot for this month. Maybe he was
just tired of being treated like a child; he was too old and too cool for Bro’s
dirty fetishes. Dave was mostly certain no one from school would recognize him
if they happened to stumble across the site, although he doubted equally as
heavily said pervert would call him out on his involvement since it would oust
their own embarrassing browsing habits. He hoped it desperately. The teen may
be trying to convince himself of his distaste for posing with the new plush
models but Bro would never be fooled. Bro never missed a single silent gasp or
shudder, and he would never relinquish his bestselling actor.
It started small and seemingly innocent, in context. As a toddler Bro would
dress Dave in cute kid shorts and tees and plop him on a large cushion on the
floor, surround him with Smuppets and encourage him to play almost like a home
video of a child with their first stuffed toys. Which they essentially were,
Dave was sure no other plush abominations crossed the Strider threshold. Those
memories he was fond of; Bro’s face hidden behind a handheld camcorder, the
little red light blinking away as his gruff voice told Dave to cuddle with a
new plushie which he did happily, until he eventually fell asleep.
Dave got a little older and the light over the floor cushion became a little
harsher, bright on his eyes. Bro’s face and body seemed dimmer in the shadows
behind his camera, until he would gesture for Dave to sit a certain way on the
cushion, on his ankles with his knees bent in front of him. He expected Dave to
answer when he asked questions about whatever Smuppet he was given to play
with. What did that Smuppet feel like? Squeeze the yellow one’s nose, was it
harder or softer than the blue one? Dave would laugh or wrinkle his face and
answer willingly to the blinking red light.
He thought nothing of it when Bro told him to kiss a Smuppet for the first
time, and later was only slightly confused when told to suck on one’s nose. He
did so dutifully, staring into the red dot and wincing when his saliva soaked
onto the plush face.
“See? This model and all others are machine washable,” Bro would say in an
authoritative voice. “You can suck it deeper if you want.” So Dave promptly
did.
The subtle orders were never lost on the boy in front of camera. He remembered
the first time Bro had given him a costume to wear; a girl’s sailor uniform
with a small pleated skirt. That was also the first time Bro had used a tripod
for his camera. Dave had found it difficult to focus on the red light as
instructed, and his attention wavered to the foreign stiffness tightening his
panties in response to a demanding aura of white polo and baritone verbally
directing him from the shadows.
“It would probably feel damn good to rub a Smuppet on that, kid,” and Bro
tossed him the newest release of plush accessory to hit the site.
Dave never uses the Smuppets when he masturbates.
 
Dave kicked a pebble on the sidewalk with a white toed sneaker on his walk
home. After their morning strife in the backyard Bro had informed him of
another session before heading out the door for school.
“Be ready when you get home, kid, I want to upload some new material to the
site this evening.”
All afternoon Dave had been contemplating what perversions his bro had
concocted for him to demonstrate on camera this time. Maybe he merged his
newest robotics intelligence into the Smuppets to make sentient little sex
demons Dave would be forced to fight off, or perhaps he had called John over to
witness under the guise of ‘Little man needs some help with his geography
homework.’ Bro had been threatening lately to tell Dave’s only friend about the
‘acting,’ as he called it, if Dave continued to have attitude about his
involvement.
A betraying twinge of excitement shot down his body when he thought of the
possibility of John seeing him at his most embarrassing moments. He couldn’t
help it. John was calm and pretty sweet to most people about most things, and
the invading image of him grinning predatorily in the darkness behind the hot
spotlight, ordering Dave to touch himself here or open his mouth around this,
was making Dave sweat. He shook his head to clear the impossible thoughts and
walked a little faster, fighting the slight chub growing in his tight black
jeans.
Popping one over a straight boy on the middle of the sidewalk would never be a
cool thing to do.
The steps to his house entered his vision as he rounded a corner and Dave
sighed. There was nothing he could do even if he really wanted to, he told
himself. He wasn’t sure if he did enjoy what Bro made him do or if he was just
used to it. What a sick fucking thing to consider normal, he thought, sucking
off puppets in schoolgirl costumes for your older brother and legal guardian to
upload to the internet and profit from.
He kicked the face of each step before twisting the dirty brass handle and
stepping inside.
 
The house was dark and Dave closed the door behind him, pushing his shades up
onto his forehead. He dropped his backpack onto the linoleum entryway, eyes
beginning to adjust to the shady atmosphere while he ran his hand along the
wall in search of the light switch. He must have placed his hand too low
because it slipped off the corner without reaching its destination, only to
land firmly on the thick-woven cotton covered abdomen of a very solid Bro.
Dave froze. The white polo was becoming more visible and he certain he had
touched Bro. He started to panic. He quickly lowered his hand.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t see and didn’t know you were standi..!” the apology was
cut short by a fabric bag roughly pulled over his head, and he was firmly
hauled up by strong arms and thrown over what he was sure was Bro’s shoulder.
Dave gasped as the force drove the air from his chest, and gave a small
experimental wiggle in attempts to free himself when he felt his Bro’s
footsteps carry them deeper into the house. The effort was met with a harsh
slap across the back of his thighs, the stretch of tight denim across them
heightening the sting. Dave pursed his lips against a small whimper and tried
to breathe normally as Bro tightening his grip around Dave’s ribs, jolting him
uncomfortably with the slight bounce from descending a staircase.
Dave was confused; he knew the only ‘downstairs’ from the main floor led to a
small storage floor, likened most accurately to a barren room-sized basement.
There was even a drain and a small industrial sink. They never did anything
there except rinse out coolers or gear after painful yet obligatory family
camping trips with the Lalondes. Why could he possibly want to take Dave down
here?
His pondering was brief and rudely interrupted when Bro flipped him off his
shoulder, causing Dave a surge of panic before he roughly landed on his back
against something coiled and bouncy instead of the expected concrete floor. He
immediately reached up to remove the sack clouding his vision.
“What the fuck, Bro!” Dave yelled through the fabric in protest, but his wrists
were restrained in Bro’s vice-like grip before he could grip the sack edge. He
felt the structure beneath him dip slightly on either side and felt a heavy
heat press his thighs down; Bro was kneeling over him, sitting on his legs.
The bag was abruptly ripped from his head, flinging his shades across the floor
and causing him to be momentarily blinded by the bare bulb hanging fairly close
to the pair. The triangle shrouded gaze of his guardian smirked down at his
pinned form. Dave blinked and turned away, feeling more beaten with Bro staring
into his bare eyes than being immobile beneath him.
“Don’t turn away, lil man, let me see those ruby reds,” Bro’s deep growl caused
Dave to squeeze his eyes shut once more in an effort to hide the shudder it
sent through him. Bro grasped Dave’s face firmly with one hand, his gloved palm
tight against his jaw and fingers rubbing Dave’s opposite temple harshly. “Do
what I tell you, Dave.”
Dave cracked his lids open, glancing from the figure above him off to the
swallowing black edge of the small room; he swore he saw a weak blinking red
light through his bleary vision. A groan broke through his lips upon the
realization that Bro was filming this. Was this really a commercial? He had
already said Dave’s name, something his guardian was actually careful never to
do when filming.
He looked back up at the now grinning man, who removed his obnoxious shades
with the hand previously cupping Dave’s face. He set them carefully on the
floor by the mattress on which he had his time-brother pinned.
“You thought this was gonna be just like usual, lil man?” Bro raised a thick
blond eyebrow in query. “You thought we were gonna do that kiddie shit
forever?” He gripped the neck of Dave’s raglan and roughly hoisted his upper
body off the mattress, holding his face close and breathing hotly against his
forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll edit out your name,” he whispered low and
threateningly, “but this time things are gonna play out a bit differently than
you might expect.” With those words he landed a vicious head butt across the
bridge of Dave’s nose.
He released his hold on Dave, letting him fall back with arms limp at his
sides. Dave sputtered a breath through the blood flowing into his mouth,
blinking tears and a shower of bright sparks from his vision as a fiery burn
spread from his newly broken nose to his cheekbones and eye sockets.
“Oh my god,” he moaned weakly, voice cracking, “Bro my nose, you broke my
fucking nose.” His breath hitched, and Bro swatted his arm away when he reached
to wipe the mess form his mouth. He tugged Dave’s shirt off over his head, not
caring about avoiding his tender face and eliciting a pained whimper. Wadding
the shirt around his fist, he less than gently wiped some of the blood off
Dave, careful to not get any of the offensive material on his pristine white
polo. He sat up on his heels before rising to stand at the foot of the
mattress, fabric still in hand.
“Get up,” he ordered. “Take your pants off and stop sniveling.”
Dave rose as quickly as he dared to keep himself from falling over as the burn
and dizziness blurred his senses slightly. He stood on the mattress, small
droplets of red falling onto the large tattoo centered on his thin torso when
he looked down to unbutton the tight black trousers; a simple gear wheel,
shadowed and surrounded by cogs. Dave was hyper aware of the blinking red light
off to his right and couldn’t help but position himself so the camera caught
the best angle of his profile.
He tugged the slim leg openings over his heels and tossed the garment into the
corner. He faced Bro, arms at his sides and head hung down to stare at Bro’s
smooth black shoes. Dave thought he had a better idea now of what Bro was
expecting of him, and gave up on trying to understand why this was turning him
on so goddamned much, made apparent with one glance to his undergarments. He
was so fucking sick. But Bro was worse, and Dave was not going to question him;
it would be irritating enough explain just his bruised nose at school. He
focused on his burning face, the pain a churning heat in his abdomen, and
whispered, “Yes sir.”
“Oh good boy,” Bro chuckled with approval. “These always go much more smoothly
when you cooperate, lil man.” He turned and walked to a small box placed off to
the side which Dave had not previously noticed. He rifled through it, gruffly
calling back to Dave without turning. “Kneel down and put your arms in front of
you.”
Dave quickly complied, hanging his hands loosely over the front of his briefs
while he waited. He let the slowly coagulating blood drip onto the mattress in
front of him, watching it soak into the fibers in an almost surreal manner. Bro
had never made him bleed before, except for during a strife of course but that
was different. He was excited, and terrified; he had seen Bro train alone and
knew what he was capable of. His pulse quickened.
Dave’s thought were interrupted with a soft plush smack against the side of his
face.
“Ow!” he said on instinct as the thrown Smuppet grazed his nose. It fell next
to him and Dave was disappointed to see he was not familiar with this
particular model. A new release? Bro laughed and walked back over to squat down
on his heels in front of Dave, his body mostly shrouded in the darkness not
illuminated by the bulb above. He picked up Smuppet and turned it over in his
hands, the one wrapped in Dave’s shirt smearing a slight amount of red across
the purple fabric.
“Our newest model is something entirely unique,” he began in a loud and
authoritative voice, seemingly speaking to no one. Dave was familiar with this
commercial commentary and knew he was not supposed to be involved. He was a
prop; the Smuppets were the stars. Awesome, he thought sarcastically. Bro
continued. “You’re used to our mechanical models, our texture variant models,
and of course our best-selling water submergible model.” His voice was low and
reverberated through the small room; Dave couldn’t help but feel it in his
chest and let it completely surround him. The light bulb was heating up the
area and Dave could catch the subtle scent of cleaning oil, sweat, and faint
caramel emanating from Bro and his cologne. He breathed in deeply; the smell
was his favorite part.
“Open.” Bro ordered simply. Dave opened his eyes and mouth simultaneously,
streaked lips parting for the nose of the horrid Smuppet. Bro smeared the
curved tip over Dave’s lips and across his tongue. He began his commentary once
more. “As you can see, the diameter of this model’s nose is no different from
our basic model, but it actually houses a flexible plastic chamber that
connects to an interchangeable bladder in the body. Watch closely.” Dave’s
heart leaped at the words. What the fuck was Bro gonna do with that demon
puppet?
He thrust the nose into Dave’s mouth another inch, and repeated the motion a
few times before palming the body of the Smuppet firmly. “Get ready lil man,”
he whispered darkly. Dave let lose a small moan of fear, and Bro squeezed the
plush body harshly.
Streaks of warm, semi-transparent material squirt forcefully into Dave’s mouth
from the Smuppet’s nose, and began to run in a pinkish tinge down his chin. He
gave a quiet whine, resisting the urge to spit out the fluid and gazing
pleadingly up at Bro who grinned sadistically down at him.
“Don’t swallow all of it,” he whispered so the camera wouldn’t pick up his
voice, “and don’t move.” He squeezed the puppet again, and the last bit of
fluid spattered across Dave’s darkly bruised nose. Dave squeezed his eyes shut,
but held his mouth open, swallowing shallowly.
“This new model allows for more involvement with one or more partners,” began
Bro, “as it picks up the slack when us mere mortals give out.” He pushed the
nose completely into Dave’s mouth until he had to swallow the end of it, his
throat keeping it lodged in place. Bro uncoiled Dave’s shirt form his hand and
hung it across his shoulders. He began opening the fabric on the Smuppet’s ass,
a Velcro closure judging by the ripping noise, his hands working while he
described the process. “The bladder screws into the nose channel and is easily
replaced from the back, held into place by a firm but flexible structure in the
body. Simply open and unscrew, then replace with a new bag.” Bro set the now
mostly empty clear sac out of camera view, then retrieved a full one from the
floor. He raised an eyebrow at Dave; hold it still, his look warned. Dave
worked his throat around the puppet’s nose, face aching and pressure increasing
in his briefs steadily as he choked. Bright spots from the light bulb mottled
his vision when he looked at Bro’s dark pants, and he suddenly wished it was
Bro he was gagging around.
Bro began inserting the new bladder. “The fluid is of course manufactured to
mimic sperm in consistency, but also doubles as a lubricant and has a far
longer drying time. It can be reconstituted with water if necessary and washes
out of clothing and fabric. Of course, the entire nasal channel and screw tip
can be removed for easy hand washing between uses.” He closed the flap around
the new bladder and removed the nose gently from Dave’s throat. Dave coughed,
sputtering up bloody imitation Smuppet cum and reached up to massage his neck.
Bro promptly punched his forearm down, and Dave bit his lip to keep from
yelling out. He dropped the puppet, roughly grabbing Dave’s arm and twisting it
forcefully to make Dave turn on his knees. Dave yelped.
“Turn around, hands behind your back.” He ordered loudly. “Put your face on the
floor and tell me what you taste, then do not speak.”
He complied, pressing his cheek onto the mattress and raising his hips in the
air. Taste? Dave’s mind blanked. He licked behind his teeth; the fluid did have
a flavor, he realized.
“Um, strawberry,” he muttered. It was sort of like strawberry.
Bro grabbed Dave’s shirt from across his shoulders and pulled Dave’s elbows
together behind his back.
“What was that?” He cinched down harshly on the sleeves, tugging Dave’s arms
into place and binding them tightly.
“It tastes like strawberries, sir!” Dave spoke loudly, trying to even the
tremble in his voice as his new position rubbed his erection roughly against
his now painfully tight briefs. Fuck, he was so hard.
Bro straightened his back, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck while
Dave looked back at him from his prone position. God, why was Bro so fucking
domineering? The thin cuff of his polo sleeve cut gently into the hard muscles
on his arms when he reached to retrieve the Smuppet, and Dave thought of how
tight those arms could hold him. How they positioned his body like a doll where
Bro wanted, how they bruised his skin where Bro wanted, how they allowed Dave
as much breath as Bro allowed. He panted with arousal and tried to make out
Bro’s face from beyond the reach of the bulb’s light.
“That’s right, it does taste like strawberry. There are other flavors available
as well, listed on our website. Store the replacement bladders in a dark dry
area. There is no need to heat or warm them beforehand, but if you would prefer
to, simply wrap them in a heated towel for several minutes before use.” Bro
sighed loudly, a small vocal moan lilting the end. He reached out, palming the
fabric over Dave’s ass with one large hand before rubbing the back of his
thigh, massaging up to the edge of his briefs. Bro tucked his fingertips under
the band around Dave’s groin, sliding them down to gently push Dave’s legs
apart. He was so slender and pale, and his thighs trembled slightly with Bro’s
touch. Dave was his most perfect little toy, molded and formed just how he
wanted. He could feel the tugging coming from the front of the boy’s shorts and
smirked. Maybe this time he would take care of himself too, or rather have Dave
take care of him. After filming, of course.
Bro pushed the leg opening of Dave’s briefs up to squeeze tight around his ass,
pulling across his erection and exposing a hefty part of the boy’s cheek. The
pressure was driving Dave crazy. He wanted buck his hips and grind down against
his knees, the mattress, anything. He struggled to steady his breathing and
concentrate on the blinking light. It helped steady his nerves, and Bro
encouraged him to look at the camera often anyway.
Bro gave the plump cheek one last squeeze, chuckling at the sight of Dave
struggle to keep his cool. With no warning he brought his palm down hard across
Dave’s ass. Dave yelped, the sting biting through his limbs, and barely managed
to recover before Bro landed another vicious smack across the same cheek. Dave
curved his back upwards, dropping his hips, and couldn’t stop the weak cry from
tearing out.
“Bro that hurts!” he began to quietly plead, “please!”
Bro was instantly angered; his teeth clenched and he grasped the back of Dave’s
slim thigh squeezing hard enough Dave knew there would be a dark bruise.
“As you wish,” he snarled. He pulled Dave’s briefs down in one motion leaving
then stretched above his knees, before raining a series of harsh slaps across
Dave’s ass and the backs of his thighs. Dave gritted his teeth, but after the
third hit he could hold it no longer. A sob broke through him, and a painful
moan followed each successive blow until it felt like his entire lower half was
burning.
Bro stopped once Dave’s cries of pain had melded into one continuous low wail,
only pulling his hand back when he saw tears flowing freely across Dave’s nose
and onto the mattress.
“It hurts,” Dave whispered, hoping he was quiet enough to not be recorded, “Bro
please, it hurts so much.” He dared to glance back at his guardian, and the
dark glower on Bro’s face terrified him.
“Turn over,” Bro demanded, his voice shaking with composure he had yet to
completely collect. “Sit your ass up. Legs out, spread your knees. Don’t
fucking sass me.”
Dave twisted his torso to heave himself over, wincing as he put his weight on
his bruised and tender bottom. Bro reached to tug the briefs completely off
Dave’s legs, tossing them to the side. He grasped Dave’s upper arms with both
hands, hauling him up easily to lean him against the wall as teen’s arms were
too numb to balance him. He eyed the traces of blood and Smuppet fluid drying
across Dave’s face and chest, slightly dampened from the fresh onslaught of
tears. He glanced at Dave’s unaffected stiffness, now bobbing with an
uncontrolled flex, and winked. He smiled at Dave, slightly out of camera angle.
“I knew this is how I’d like you best, lil man.”
He grasped the almost forgotten Smuppet and knelt down between Dave’s knees,
straightening his back once more. Dave could see a sheen of sweat across his
arms and a telltale bulge at his hips, and his fear began to mix with another
wave of arousal. Bro had never shown himself to be visibly turned on by their
filming sessions, was this part of the new plot? To show Dave how it affected
him? Dave moaned when Bro drug the puppet snout up his length, rubbing him from
base to tip. He squeezed the body just a bit, and a small trickle of fluid ran
from the nose down Dave’s cock to drip onto the mattress.
“There is also a valve within the channel that prevents reverse suction,” he
rubbed the nose against Dave’s entrance, squeezing out another small bit of
fluid and smearing it around, “for both quantity control and safety during more
intense play.” He pushed without warning, breaching the tight ring and smirking
at Dave’s gasp of discomfort. Dave whimpered, his lips pursed, the heat and
power radiating from his threatening guardian making his heart race far more
than the incessant invasion in his ass. He couldn’t help but let his knees fall
apart to lift his hips, presenting himself to the man currently fucking him
with a Smuppet.
“Good boy, Dave.” Bro patted Dave’s sweaty hair encouragingly. He leaned in
closer between Dave’s legs, pumping the Smuppet in and out of him methodically
and growling hotly onto his face. “But I think you’re leaving the viewers
wanting, little man. Step it up or I’ll make you.”
Dave hesitated, then let his cheek slump forward against Bro’s face. “Bro…don’t
make me beg, man…”
Bro’s mouth twitched in a minute irritation. He palmed Dave’s face and firmly
shoved it off his own, slamming Dave’s head back and grinding it against the
concrete wall. Fresh blood poured from his broken nose and he gasped in pain,
coughing up the red which ran into his mouth.
“How DARE you smear that fucking shit on me!” Bro released his hold on the
Smuppet currently lodged in Dave to wipe the blood from his sideburns and
stubble. “Apologize, you insolent fucking brat, or I take your dildo and leave
your haughty bitch ass chained down here.”
Dave moaned weakly as the outburst of force sent lust throbbing through him.
Although the possibility of him taking the damned demon puppet away made the
threat tempting to test, the brutal manner in which Bro was beating his ass
made him think better of it.
Blood sputtered up onto his lips when he spoke into the warm leather
suffocating him. “I’m sorry…” Bro’s hand pulled away and Dave repeated himself,
this time louder for the camera and with what he hoped was a convincingly
aroused whine. “I’m sorry Sir, it was accident...please forgive me, please
don’t leave me here.” He rolled his hips a little, just for good measure, which
pleased Bro immensely. The reward for good behavior began to piston steadily
inside again but Dave wished it was the warm girth of Bro stretching him, Bro’s
hands on his plush ass instead of stuffed plush ass.
“Now tell me what you’re going to do for our wonderful customers, my little
Smuppet slut.”
Oh god, there was no way he could come through, and his word were hollow in his
mouth. “I’m going to show them how wonderful our new model is…”
“Exactly. And how are you gonna do that?”
He failed to come through.
“Bro…I can’t…please…” Dave panted in between words, each exasperated syllable
timed with a harsh thrust of puppet nose. The snarl that came in response from
Bro made his blood run cold.
“Please, what, Dave?”
All the boy could see through the pounding ache in his face and blood in his
eyes was the sharp collar of upturned polo, bright and glaring against the
backdrop of darkness. Hearing his name in Bro’s deep, lust-filled taunt snapped
something in him and he couldn’t stop himself. Dave cried out, forgetting the
camera, forgetting his role, and looking desperately into his guardian’s
narrowed eyes.
“Fuck me, Bro, for real, you, not these fucking puppets! I can’t take it
anymore! I can’t stand it when you yell at me and hit me, god…Bro…please. Don’t
tease me anymore.” He trailed off softly, closing his eyes while shame spread
through him. Bro stopped moving the Smuppet, but it was too late for Dave to
take back his words.
“I need to feel you. If this is really how you love me best, please use me. I
need you to.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bro and Dave do not continue with the kiddie shit and their new shit
     draws to a grand cinematic finale.
Chapter Notes
     I guess this chapter is a little more cruel than the previous one,
     and definitely contains more dub-con elements. Although I had the
     site given violence tag on the first chapter I'll add my own just to
     be safe.
“I need to feel you. If this is really how you love me best, please use me. I
need you to.”
Bro was silent and Dave held his breath, not daring to move. He fucked up. He
fucked up so bad, Bro was gonna beat him to death for this and just post it as
a snuff film. He’d kill him and hide his body and use John for commercials
instead. An image of John on his knees flashed in his mind, cheeks flushed,
mouth parting for no one and everyone…
“Use you?” Bro’s flat question surprised him. “What the hell you think I’ve
been doing, having tea parties with you?” Dave shifted on his bound hands
trying to relieve the ache and numbness in his limbs. He wasn’t sure if he was
supposed to answer but decided to risk it, since it seemed they had paused the
scene anyway. His voice was low and he tried to answer steadily.
“No, I know you use me for the site. That’s not what I mean, Bro. I mean, it’s
just the puppets…Bro…” He huffed and trailed off in shame.
The older man squinted in disapproval. This wouldn’t do. “You want to stop
doing these, Dave? Is that what you’re saying?” He pulled Dave forward
surprisingly gently onto his knees, wiping a little bit of mess off his face
before kissing his forehead and the boy sighed with relief. “What am I supposed
to do if I let you stop? You are so beautiful, Dave, only you will work for the
camera.”
Dave whimpered. What sick game was he playing at now? His heart pounded in his
ears, and his cock ached with pressure and more than a little fear. The Smuppet
lay forgotten on the floor, and Bro rose to his feet. He walked over to the
tripod to grab the camera, fiddling with a few buttons before returning to
Dave’s mattress. He shrugged nonchalantly.
“Although I suppose your little friend John is pretty cute too, isn’t he?”
Dave didn’t respond, kneeling and staring into the blinking red light Bro held
in front of his face.
“Do you want me to use him instead, Dave? To tie him up down here and tell him
a real good joke?” Bro dropped his voice at the last three words and their
underlying meaning was apparent; Dave couldn’t help the moan that escaped
before he spoke.
“Bro, I don’t underst-”
“Did I give you permission to fucking address me, Dave? You must really want me
to stop.” He pressed the sole of his shoe lightly against Dave’s hard dick,
bending it down to grind into the mattress. God, those keens were liquid
fucking gold to his ears. He pushed just a little harder. “Apologize, fuckwad.”
Dave shook and arched his hips into the pressure. Bro’s hard, looming body
behind the held camera made him melt and weep with arousal. “I’m so sorry Sir,
it won’t happen again Sir, I promise.”
“Good boy,” Bro laughed. He circled Dave slowly, always holding the camera in
front of himself and speaking in a low voice. “Look at you, bleeding on your
knees for me. Begging for me to fuck you. You’ve never done that before, Dave,
the Smuppets must have really turned you into a whore. Or was it the camera?”
Dave raised his head and drew a sharp breath with the lens hovering close to
his face. Bro grasped his neck tightly with one hand, the leather rubbing soft
and deceiving. “Yup. Look at that pretty face; that’s a face for video. You
like it when I fuck you up for the camera, you want me to really fuck you for
it, too. Who you gonna show it to, lil man? That pretty fucking short pants
wearing twat you’re always drooling over? You wanna show John how good you can
beg and moan for someone to make you their bitch?”
Bro rose and pushed Dave down with a shoe to his back, forcing him to lean on
his chest and face. He dropped down low and held the camera to catch a full
shot of Dave’s turned cheek pressed hard against the already bloody fabric.
“Beg and moan for John to make you his bitch, Dave.”
 
This wasn’t happening. How could Bro even know what he felt about John? Was he
really that obvious? The rowdy twitch of his erection at every mention of the
dark-haired boy’s name probably didn’t help his secret.
“No! Bro…that’s different…” he was about to continue but Bro punched the side
of his head hard into the mattress, knocking his teeth together and sending
pain searing through his temple. Bro landed a series of fists onto Dave’s head
and shoulders with one hand, camcorder gripped in the other, speaking between
each blow.
“What. Did. I. Say?” He grabbed Dave’s wadded up wrists and pushed them slowly
up towards his shoulder blades. The boy cried out as his joints stretched to
accommodate the stiff movement, screaming into the bed. Bro pushed harder. “Beg
for John, beg him to make you scream like I do, Dave!”
“Please…” Dave whimpered through his sobs, “Please John, make me scream…” Bro
released his grip on Dave’s arms, and slid his hand down the cleft of his
upturned ass to probe his still slick entrance. Dave gasped. “Make me bleed,
John…hurt me like my Bro does.” The words felt so good to say, and Dave felt a
surge of desire rise up in him for the smaller Egbert. He moaned needily,
thrusting back onto Bro’s fingers and imagining the warm girth of his cock. Bro
laughed at the desperate movements. He removed the digits and set the camera
down on the floor at the center of the mattress so it would capture all of
Dave’s crouched form, then knelt behind Dave. He swiftly pulled his polo off
over his head, hips thrust slightly forward to press the bulge straining in is
pants hard against him.
He quickly looped the thick fabric around Dave’s neck and pulled both ends
upward, forcing the boy to rise up from his chest with the backs of his thighs
lodged hard against his groin. Leaning forward over Dave, he slid his newly
wettened fingers into Dave’s mouth and grinned in the camera’s direction.
“He wishes he was tasting his own ass on your cock, John.”
Dave gasped for air around Bro’s fingers, drool slipping down his chin and his
head throbbing from the abuse to his face and head. Bro thrust them in and out
slowly, steadily tightening his pull on the ends of Dave’s polo bridle. Dave
grew dizzier from lack of air, his head throbbing and chest tightening quickly.
All that filled the room for a few moments was the occasional muted moans from
Dave and growls of Bro’s little thrusts, tied in with the slick pops of fingers
stroking hard down Dave’s wet throat. He removed his hand abruptly, releasing
the shirt ends, and Dave gasped as he fell forward with stars shooting across
his vision.
“Oh, god, look at that little whore ass.” Bro mocked loudly, running a palm
over Dave’s red cheek. He dug his blunt nails hard into the flesh before
smacking lightly. He braced his forearm across Dave’s shoulders and shoved him
down, causing Dave to curl under his weight. His body was so warm, and Dave
loved how he could barely move under him even through the painful discomfort.
Bro growled next to his ear, and Dave felt his hand slid between their hips
before hearing the telltale sound of his zipper being undone. He started to
shake.
“Oh fuck…Please, you have to, please.”
“John sure is missing out. I’m gonna ruin you Dave, I’m gonna pound you until
you fucking break. This is just the beginning. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re
shaped like my cock, till you’re my sloppy, disgusting fuck toy.” Dave felt the
blunt press of Bro against him, bare and rigid, and a string of whimpers poured
from him. Bro laughed again and pushed into Dave swiftly. “Who are we kidding?
You’re already my fuck toy, Dave. You’re a born slut.”
Dave screamed at the burn of the stretch as his body tried to accommodate Bro’s
thick member, his own flagging. Bro began pistoning into him without pity,
relishing the way his lithe body simultaneously pulled away and sucked him
deeper in. “Go ahead and tell John how much you want it. Come on Dave, the
camera’s waiting.” Bro panted harshly. Dave’s mouth opened in a silent cry, but
he said nothing. Bro used his own knees to knock Dave’s farther apart under
him, heightening the tightness around his dick before grabbing the boy's thin
hips and keeping himself seated firmly inside.
“I said the camera’s waiting, so speak before I break your fucking arm!” He
roared.
“I want more, Sir!” Dave choked out. Bro began slamming in hard and deep
letting Dave feel each thrust fully before beginning the next, and Dave let the
string of lewd thoughts he buried be fucked out of him. “I love it when you
order me around from behind the camera, Sir, when you watch me and threaten me.
I want you to hurt me for wanting John, I want you to treat me like the trash I
am for wanting you.” Dave gasped every few words, the unrelenting force of each
torturous thrust driving the air from his lungs.
“Good start lil man, but I know you got more filth than that in your pretty
whore mouth.” He landed a leather-stinging slap on Dave’s ass before sliding
two fingers in roughly alongside his shaft, stretching Dave’s entrance. The
fingers spread apart and delved deeper inside, pressing deftly and making him
see stars, drawing a high pitched whine from the boy. Bro smiled. “That’s right
Dave, sing for us. My little camera slut.”
Dave sobbed, tightening around Bro’s fingers and dick. “I want the two of you
to cover me in bruises and bites and fuck me, over and over again, until I
can’t feel anything except your hands and your cocks. Pry my mouth open, John,
let me taste you, suck you, choke me with your perfect dick while you look down
at me and call me names…fuck my face back into Bro while he fills my ass with
cum.”
“Holy fuck, lil man.” Bro wiped a bit of sweat from his brow and stilled inside
Dave, raking nails down his milky sides to feel the boy spasm around him in
pain. “Now I’m definitely gonna drag your twink-assed bitch boy crush down
here. We’re gonna film it too, film us beatin you hard and fuckin you harder. I
had no idea you were such a slut for my fists. Are you a cum slut too, Dave?”
Bro leans forward to growl into Dave’s ear, blond, sweat drenched hair sticking
to his bruised neck and temples. He starts a quick pace, brushing against
Dave’s prostate with every push. “I bet you are. I bet you’ll drink down every
fucking drop I give you like it’s from Jesus himself. Like its John shooting
his hot shit right down your throat.”
“Bro!” Dave cries out weakly, every raw sentence rasped from his guardian
bringing him closer to release. His hips met each thrust as best they could,
but he was so sore and tired. His face was on fire and his cock ached. Bro’s
hot mouth clamped down on his shoulder in warning, and Dave corrected himself.
“John!” He shrieked as the blood trickled down his arm. “John, please cum on my
face. Paint me for the camera, John.”
Bro slid out of him abruptly and spun him around to shove his cock into Dave’s
gaping mouth. He wrapped both hands around Dave’s neck tightly, groaning as he
came forcefully between the parted lips, letting translucent streaks land
across his bruised nose and swollen cheeks. Dave closed his eyes and tried not
to gasp under Bro’s crushing grip, tonguing the sticky mess gathering behind
his teeth. He whimpered slightly, the bitter taste of it so very close to what
he imagined Bro would taste like; it pushed him over the edge and he spilled
out all over the dirty mattress under his knees.
“You disgusting fucking wreck,” Bro panted, thumb probing Dave’s slick tongue
and making the excess of sperm flow over his chin. “I like our new game, Dave,
we’re gonna have a lot more fun now.” He stood, tucking himself back in his
black trousers. Dave caught a small look of pity smirking down at him for a
brief second before a wicked backhand to the jaw sent him sprawling off the
mattress. His bound wrists prevented him from catching himself and he hit the
concrete floor with a dull thud, face slamming down a short distance in front
of the camera lens. Bro walked around to hold the camera, keeping it low to
catch his wretched handiwork sprawled across the floor, and gave a low chuckle
in satisfaction when Dave remained still with his eyes closed and a thin
trickle of blood and cum escaped past hips lips to pool under his cheek. “Say
goodbye now, bitch.”
The camera caught wet eyes cracking open in bleary comprehension and Dave’s
battered lips mouthed a boy’s short name in silent prayer. His ruby reds
finally rolled back as he lapsed into unconsciousness, and the red blinking
light switched off.
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