My Brother's Plaything Part 4

I lay motionless inside the cum covered cave that was my brothers fleshlight. Tristan had seeded it with me inside and as soon as he was done he sealed it shut and stuffed me under his bed. I couldn't sleep. I was trying to process the trauma that I had just endured. I kept seeing his giant dick bursting through the opening, pursuing me with great speed and mowing me down repeatedly. Flashbacks of me gasping for air while being lodged into his dick slit. I remember frantically struggling, feeling that I would be eaten whole by his dick never to return. When he shot me out with his load I was relieved, but at the same time I almost drowned in the cum that was forced down my throat and into my lungs. As traumatic as it was, while thinking about the event I found my dick had hardened instinctively. I lay in the pool of spent cum mixed with spit and lube, the smell was so strong but oddly arousing. I was angry at myself for feeling turned on at my brothers actions. Before, he would just mess around, shoving my face into his ass when he came out of the shower. But this was different. He had shrunk me, violated me and almost killed me all for his pleasure. According to him, it's very difficult for me to die, but I don't even think in that moment he cared if I lived or not - as long as he reached his orgasm which I helped to intensify by my plight.

I must have drifted off at some point, because the next thing I knew I was rudely awoken by a burst of water flooding into the opening of the fleshlight. It was morning and my brother was washing his toy out, he was filling the fleshlight with hot water while I was still inside. He filled it to the top and added a spray of cleaning fluid. He shook it around violently making me feel like I had awoken in a washing machine on a hot wash. Suddenly I was upside down and giant bubbles attacked me from all angles as the water emptied from the toy. I slid out of the opening and landed with a thud in the bathroom basin. I looked up at Tristan who was still naked.

"Good morning little brother!" Tristan threw his fleshlight to the side and grabbed hold of his dick, pointing it directly over me as I sat in the sink. "You're still covered in my cum bro, time for a shower I think". With that Tristan's dick twitched and I guessed what was about to follow. His morning piss streamed out of his slit right on top of me, I tried to hold my hands over my mouth, but I had to breathe in at some point and I inhaled what felt like a gallon of his pee. As usual Tristan gained great pleasure from seeing me struggle under his control.

Once he was finished he turned the taps on and washed me off. He squirted some soap into his hand, grasped my body and stroked me up and down. "Well, I only intended to clean you off for reuse later on," Tristan said with a smirk on his face, "but with this soap you're all nice and lubed up, I gotta better idea." He lathered me up with a bit more soap, bent his legs, reached underneath himself, found his puckered hole with his other hand and shoved my feet and legs into his hungry asshole.

"Stop! Tristan, cmon I've just woke up, give me a break please!" I pleaded, but I knew it wouldn't make a difference. He slowly twisted me, manoeuvring me forcefully into his orifice, I saw the hunger in his eyes as he kept pushing. A loud, deep moan escaped his lips as my feet hit his prostate. He maintained intense eye contact with me. Both our heads were upside down as he looked between his legs, pushing his finger down on me, forcing my lubed-up body further into his own. His anus had now swallowed me almost up to my shoulders. They were a little too wide for his liking so he applied more liquid soap. He fingered clumsily around my shoulders and his stretched hole. In his eagerness he smeared it all over my face too. He tried again, pushing his index finger down on one shoulder and his middle finger on the other, I slid in up-to my neck. Tristan let out a short, sharp cry as I felt his sphincter crush me tight, leaving only my head visibly sticking out of his ass. With his knees still bent and his head still upside down between his legs, he smiled at me with his eyes half closed in state of pleasure.

"Move faggot!" I didn't understand his command. "Wriggle for me bitch! I want to feel you moving inside me!" Tristan shouted aggressively. I didn't move. I stayed as still as I could. The pleasure drained from his face, replaced by an angry scowl. I felt his hole tighten around me, he squeezed me so hard my throat began to crush. I instinctively writhed in pain, jolting my legs and thrashing my arms as much as was possible in my restricted position. Tristan's legs went weak and buckled, he moaned like an animal and his eyes rolled back in his head as he savoured each and every sensation that his younger, tiny brother produced inside him.

"Tristan! That hurt, please sto-" before I had a chance to say any more he stood upright and his bubble-butt cheeks closed, encasing around my head. I couldn't breathe, but Tristan didn't care. I wriggled frantically, feeling as though I would suffocate. But, I didn't. As Tristan said before, I didn't need to breathe.

Although I would stay alive, I would remain smothered between his ass cheeks with the sensation of suffocation until he saw fit to release me. But while I suffocated, I squirmed intensely. Therefore, Tristan kept me there until he was ready to cum, and only then would he release his little brother. Tristan pulled up his tight underwear and threw on some gym shorts. The constant struggles of his tiny brother inside his ass caused his dick to stiffen solid. He lifted his rod up and used his waistband to keep it from pitching a tent. Tristan decided it was time to hit the gym. He'd never taken his baby brother to the gym before. He couldn't wait to ride his bike there.