This is a work of fiction all rights reserved. You must be over 18 to read . To the fans and fellow mc writers especially Wrestlr :). To 'mark', Redtex, and D'art. Its been fun..... so long all of you from an old Roman *>)!!

My Brother’s Keeper #3: Fire In The Hole!

by Cicero

Chapter One: When Last We Left Our Hero

"OOHHHH fucccc..", Craig groaned as his little brother Brent continued eating his humpy older brother ‘s beefy muscular butt out for the camera. We had decided to do a quick production for ‘Dog Bones Inc.’ while we reprogrammed our fireman hunk. A bit of editing would be required to delete ‘our roles’ in the fun but hey no problem. After all we all must sacrifice for art right?

Enrico and Eric had positioned the self-proclaimed fag hater Craig belly down & butt up on a desk and then let our ‘star’ Brent have at him. Eric was zooming in making sure that the camera was getting a nice view of that chute getting its first man on man rimming. Old Craig was a natural in front of the camera. His hot six-foot 220lb solid muscular frame was gyrating on the desk top in a bump and grind that got us all hard. Every once in awhile he’d rise up a bit to give a nice shot of his hefty balls and stiff, uncut thick hose.

"Hmmm," growled our ‘star’ as his tongue bathed his brother’s cherry hole making sure that the black curly hairs in there were glistening with saliva. Craig’s ring was contracting in a series of spasms to its bathe. Looking at it just winking at the viewer was almost too much. But there was time enough for that. Old firefighter Craig was about to have an experience in the fires within!

I walked up to face our stud making sure to signal Eric to keep focus on the action in the rear so to speak 8>). I bent down close to whisper in our zapped hunk’s ear. "Feeling good there bro?"

"Ooohhh mannn….feeling great," he gasped lost in sexual heat and mentally off balanced by the hypnotic trance we had put him under. Poor old (if 36 is old…looking at this muscled beefy hunk trust me it ain’t) Craig was too distracted offer any resistance. Hell, straight or gay when a guy is being guided by the organ between his legs the one between his ears is easy prey to anything and the ‘anything’ on today’s blue plate special was I! Craig’s powerful thighs spread further apart as his younger brother burrowed in deeper with his tongue. Craig’s breathing intensified. He was primed. Okay fire boy get ready to experience a mental meltdown.

"Go with it Craig. Fell the hot moist heat down there." I teased wickedly. "Hot right?"

"Yeah, so fucking hot," Craig agreed as his hips began to hump the desk. Watching that hefty hot body move up and down was some sight. This boy was one powerfully built piece of meat. With that black buzz cut hair and lightly furred chest Brent’s big bro was a man’s dream fuck. Turning this fag-hater into a fag lover would be a gift to men.

"You love it man," I repeated, " its so hot… it’s making you so hard"!!

"Bet you assss.... aarrghh," he roared as Brent increased his mouth actions. Craig was sweating bullets and grinding on the desktop. I hoped the wood held up under him *>).

"You will always remember every second of this." I said in a firm quiet voice. " Your mind will relive each hot second of how you feel right now and your body will relive everything its feeling right?" I stated.

"Oh … yeah… in mind… in body." Craig nodded furiously. I indicated to Enrico to give Brent a prearranged signal. Enrico caught Brent eye and stuck a finger in his own mouth Brent lit up and did the same. Then inserted it in and out in Craig’s chute while still licking his big brothers hole. Craig howled as his chute got its first prostate massage. The zonked fire stud began to seriously screw the desktop. He was close.

"You will remember how hot this was. You will relive it all." I ordered as a sexually delirious Craig rapidly nodded. He was too hot to fight anything I ordered. "You will think of this whenever I talk about fire equipment." I instructed. "No matter where or when it will flood your mind and you will not be able to resist getting turned on. You will also slip back into this hypnotic trance and do whatever I suggest."

"Yes…yes… hot … fire talk…you suggest… return to trance… oh fuck .. I can’t hold it innnnnn," he moaned as he hit the ‘wall’ so to speak. Our zonked side of beef let out a roar, slammed his powerful butt into the desk, then collapsed panting in exhaustion. The final film shot was focused on the cum that was oozing out from under his powerful hips. Dog Bone’s Inc. had another future star!

Chapter Two: Fireside Chats

Craig and I walked into the station’s living quarters. As we did the firemen looked up. "Now this is where my fellow fire fighting brothers live while on duty," Craig explained. I had ‘suggested’ to Craig that he take me on a tour and, of course, he readily agreed. "You can learn a lot here." He boasted. True I thought as I gazed over the men. Most were average looking but two were prime studs. I was introduced to everyone and took particular time meeting those two.

One was a stunning black man named Tex (guess why 8>). He was about 35, six foot, and built like God had paid attention. He had a dazzling smile and sultry brown eyes. His fire uniform clung tight and emphasized his bulging muscles and rounded basket. The other hunk was named Mark. I found out later that he was 34. A real Italian cutie that was sporting an impressive physique himself. Yeah both hot and from prior information I secured from Craig both suspected by him of being, in his words, real faggots.

I sat down as Craig strutted to his chair. I had decided to block his memories of encounters with me prior to this in order to have some fun with the fag bashing old Craig. "I am so grateful guys that Craig let me come here." I gushed. "I really want to be a fireman like Craig." I continued.

"Yeah kid just like me." Craig grinned smugly.

"Yeah," I agreed. " I mean grabbing a long hose right Craig," I smiled as my words hit his brain.

Craig’s face grimaced slightly. "Yeah grabbing a hose," he muttered as he shifted in his seat.

"I mean those long thick hoses must be hard to grab." I rattled on innocently as Craig squirmed in his chair.

"Thick hoses…getting grabbed," he sighed as he started to grind into his chair and slip into a trance. The other firemen looked over at him. I could see the puzzled looks they were giving each other.

" I mean," I repeated eagerly, " Watching some guy pull out that long heavy thick hose and pushing on the nozzle."

"God dam heavy hose getting grabbed and pulled," Craig moaned as he continued grinding his meaty muscle butt into the seat cushions while one of his hands started rubbing his thickening cock. The other guys were in shock. Well all but two who, judging from their grins, were enjoying the sight of muscle boy getting turned on.

"Getting the fit on the hydrant nice and snug," I babbled on merrily, " feeling that tight screw lock on nice and tight."

"Getting the screw on ….. tight…… yeah so fucking tight," Craig moaned as he stroked his stiff cock under his pants and began to slip his other free hand down under his ass.

Brent’s fag bashing brother was masturbating in front of his ‘brothers’ and from the look of them he’d never live it down.

"Then feeling the water rush through the thick hose." I chuckled.

"Yeah spurting out from deep inside," replied Tex as he turned to wink at me and nod at Mark.

"Spurting out," Mark seconded right kid.

"Water from deep in the pipe bursting out," I agreed. Craig was at the edge now. He was rubbing his ass and crotch now and moaning in deep guttural tones. "Fucking coming out yeah."

"I mean the power of the thrusting water must be intense?" I suggested.

"Oh that powerful thrust," growled Craig as he rubbed his butt and quicken his stroke on his rod.

"Then feeling that last ram through," I added. "It must blow out so hot?"

"The last ram," Craig gasped as he gripped his outlined cock and squeezed.

"Yeah," I can see it cumin now!" I laughed as I drove macho boy over the cliff. "Bursting out now right."

Craig threw back his head and grabbed his rock hard cock’s outline. "Fucking got to burst nowwwwaaaooowwww." He yelled as he erupted. His pants showed a growing stain. The room was silent. Then reality of it hit the squad

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY." Yelled the captain as he snapped back from the shock of what had happened.

"Huh," a dazed Craig said as he shook his head, felt dampness in his crotch, and then looked down in horror at what he must have done. He had cum in his uniform pants and in front of the whole squad. " I… I," he tried to speak.

"You are a disgrace to that uniform. And to pull this in front of an innocent kid." The captain continued as he turned to me. I looked appropriately shocked and embarrassed.

"But.. but," Craig stuttered.

"In my office now," the captain barked.

"Captain," asked Tex. "The kid looks really shook up. Mark and I will take him home if its ok?"

The captain glanced at me. I feigned mock horror. Hey such taught and me a minor too. The captain quickly agreed. I walked out with the two humpy firemen.

"Okay kid," whispered Tex when we got out of earshot. "I know you did that and all I can say is....." I looked up waiting to see if I was in trouble. "How can Mark and I get in on it?" He smiled.

"Fuck guys," chuckled Mark," I want to get into Craig!!"

We all laughed and walked away from the station while I filled them in and planned Craig’s final graduation ceremony from fiery bull to cock hungry heifer.

Chapter Three: Give It To Me One More Time

I received a call a few days later from Tex. He told me that Craig had been assigned new duty at the old firehouse down in the factory section of town. Since it was a sparsely populated area the station was only had a three-man squad. In an amazing coincidence Tex and Mark had gotten assigned as the other two 8>). Time to mind fuck old Craig or...... fuck whatever 8>).

I arrived at the station to find Craig washing off the truck. He looked as hot as usual with his fireman uniform wet and clinging tightly to his muscular frame. Tex and Mark were watching him as he bent over to clean under the truck. Seeing that bubble butt straining to break out from its pants was erotic as hell. Craig’s muscular thighs flexed as he moved. This was going to be one hot bottom boy. As I walked in Craig stood up to face me. He had unbuttoned his shirt in front giving me a great view of his massive manly chest with its light black hairy fur and those quarter-sized nipples. He frowned and growled at me. "What the fuck are you doing here ?"

"You look tired Craig," I said slowly.

"Huh," he replied as my words sunk in.

"Yeah," I repeated, "tired very tired . Probably from lifting and grabbing those hoses around."

"Hoses… tired...grabbing," my fire-hunk answered weakly as he sunk back into his trance. He gently swayed as his eyes blinked. My macho fireman was sinking fast.

"It must be so hot to work that hose." I smirked.

"Working that hose… hot," he moaned as his powerful hand moved down to massage his crotch. Tex and Mark just stared silently. They waited for me to do my thing on their firefighting ‘brother’. By now Craig was really swaying and I could see his man-meat’s rigid outline in his pants.

"Feels so good," I said firmly, " You are so turned on when you listen to me right."

"Oh shit yesss," he hissed as he rubbed his rod . He stroked himself faster and began to press his massive thighs together squeezing his sack as he squirmed .

"Strip boy," I said sharply. Time to rewire Craig to serve his two ‘brothers better!

Craig pulled off his shirt revealing that massive hard toned body. Then he bent and dropped his pants. He stood there buck naked with his impressive 9’’ uncut thick meat already at ½ mast. He was now pumping it to full steam.

"Work that meat boy," I growled. "And play with those tits of your boy."

Craig sighed as he played with his cock. His other hand started to caress his chest running through his hairy pecs and playing with each nipple. He started to move as he turned on and his ball sack gently began to sway. That boy had a nice set of hefty low hangers. I turned to the other guys. They were stripping fast.

"Feeling hot punk boy?" I rasped as I felt the sexual heat rising in the room.

"Fuck yeah," growled Craig as he turned up his stimulations. Tex walked over to Craig. His muscled dark toned body was a searing contrast to Craig’s pale skin. Tex’s meat was a stiff 10’’ of man meat and as he stepped behind Craig I knew where it was going to wind up. He reached around Craig with one of his arms and took over massing Craig’s chest. My zonked straight boy leaned back and gave a muted cry. He was flying.

"Tex and Mark are your brother firefighters right boy," I said making sure to continually use the term ‘boy’ to drive home a new self image.

"Fuck yeah," gasped Craig as Tex played with his ‘boy’s’ chest. Mark walked over (yep, I had guessed right. He had a compact an olive skinned muscle body) Mark placed Craig’s hand on his 9’’ boner. Craig massaged Mark’s rod like a natural. The scene was amazing. Former fag bashing Craig pumping his meat while giving his one ‘brother’ a jerk off even as his other ‘brother’ played with his chest and got him harder.

"You’re their boy," I commanded, " You love servicing their needs."

"Fuck I ……so hot," Craig babbled as both guys continued their work. Mark bent and began to suck one of Craig’s nipples while Tex lowered his hand to play with Craig’s balls (Brent had already shown us how hot he and his brother got off on ball play :).

"You are their boy. You love to serve them". I repeated.

"Serve...serve...I..boy?," Craig muttered.The room was silent for a moment as the battle in Craig’s brain raged. Tex and Mark continued their sexual assault on the zapped studmuffin.He was moaning and his rod was leaking so much you could hear the wet slap of his hand as it pumped his rod. The guys were driving Craig’s erotic zones into a fiery inferno.

"You love sex with them..you get off on it bad..it’s the best being their punk boy," I insisted.

"Sex..man sex..their pussy," my zonked prey muttered again. He was losing it. One last touch.

Time to push him over. "WELL!!" I yelled.

"FUCK …YES…. I…..SERVE….. MY BROTHER…. THEIR BOY!!!!!" He screamed. Craig had been sexually engulfed and consumned.

I had won. "You love serving your brothers. It turns you on. You love their bodies. You need their cock in you feeding you. Pleasuring you!" I chanted over and over as Craig's brain soaked it in. His head nodded throughout it all. He was reprogramming for me even as his hormones were raging inside in a daze of sexual frenzy.

"Love my brother’s cock," He agreed as his rod rose to full height. " Oh fuck I need their cocks."

Tex and Mark exchanged a grin as Tex put his hands on Craig’s shoulders and pushed our ‘boy’ down on all fours.

"Please feed me." Craig moaned as he reached down to stroke his engorged cock.

Tex laughed. "Hell Mark our boy’s in need."

"My thoughts exactly," he replied as his lifted Craig’s chin and ran his cock ‘s head across the waiting lips of the reconstituted formerly straight firefighter. Craig lips parted like the red sea and slurped in his ‘brother’s meat. "Oh hell this boy has some mouth," Mark gasped as Craig pistoned on his rod.

"Well I was always more anal myself," chuckled Tex as he spread Craig’s cheeks. He looked over to me and I gave him a quick salute.

"Go to it guys." Hey they had put up with a lot from that cocksucker. Payback big time you bitch , I thought.

Tex gave me the high sign. He spit some saliva on Craig’s hole and then put his massive battering ram at the virgin’s gate. "Boy get ready to be pussied." He hooted as he pressed home. His dark meat looked hot as it plowed Craig’s creamy white ass. Muffled sounds emerged from Craig’s mouth but Mark’s rod was too firmly inplanted in it to clearly hear whatever was coming out.Craig’s bull sack swung back and forth like a pendulum with each of Tex’s thrust. I watched as each of Tex’s drives into his’boy’s’ chute rocked Craig forward onto Mark’s cock.....now THAT was a fucking awesome sight!

Craig finally pulled off Mark’s boner. " Oooohhh fuccccc," he roared as he got the opening of his life down there. "Fuck my ass my brother. Fuck me deep sir!"

Mark grabbed Craig’s head and guided his mouth back onto his cock. Craig started sucking like a mad man with a huge grin on his face. That boy liked getting fucked!!

The three of us spent the rest of that day reinforcing Craig’s new sexuality and teaching him all the joyous variations that guys do with other guys in the sack. By the end of our session muscle hunk Craig was a screaming bottom boy who lived to serve his ‘brothers’!

Chapter Four: The Station House Mascot

A few days later the whole gang gathered at the station for the unveiling so to speak of our new conquest. Craig stood there naked (well does a studded dog collar count?? Nah*>) as Tex lathered his pup up and slowly shaved his boy’s crotch bare. Watching as Tex cleaned off Craig’s manhood down there was hot. Enrico and Eric were all grins entwined in each other’s arms. Mark was busy playing with Brent who was next to him on all fours whimpering happily as he got his belly rubbed by the hunky 34 year old. I was busy leaning back enjoying the warm embrace of my own brother Sean who was too busy behind me nibbling my ear and rubbing his crotch against my butt to care or notice anything. "Later baby." I whispered to him sensually.

"You promise," Sean hissed in a voice that signaled his sexual heat for me. My former straight jock older brother was definitely addicted to cock now…. in particular to mine. I nodded and turned slightly to kiss his cheek. Sean licked his lips and pressed up tight against my rump. "Love getting fucked by you sir!" Oh yeah you can count on it bro I mused.

"Good boy," Tex said in that sexy southern drawl as he hefted Craig’s meat sack for it’s ‘cleaning’. " You feeling good."

"Yes sir," snapped Craig who sprouted a huge grin and a nice sized boner as his plumage was shorn away. "A boy needs to be clean sir," he sighed. Tex worked away till Craig’s rod and sack were bare. He stood back to admire his work. Tex and Mark had decided to leave the rest of Craig’s hair alone a decision, that seemed sound as Craig got off on having his chest hair played with & caressed by a pair of strong callused hands. Shaving Craig’s crotch however was a way of symbolically de manning Craig. "A hairy crotch is a sign of a virile man. I am not some hairless punk kid. Guys that shave there are pansy assed bitches!" He once told his fellow firefighters and, in particular, a certain female who slyly suggested the idea to Mark and Tex. Seems Craig had treated her badly when he fond out she was gay. He had set out to ‘convert her’ with the argument (yeah you guessed) that a real man was what she needed. Failing that he had made her the butt of some homophobic jokes in the station. Well the worm has turned *>) it seemed a ‘real man’ was all Craig now needed!.

"Nice. Real nice." Tex laughed as an agreeable Craig reached down to fondle his exposed skin. Craig ran his fingers slowly over the sensitized area and began to masturbate with one hand while the other ran across his thigh to reach back, slip between his crack, and finger himself. The sight of that beefy muscular hunk performing for us was mind blowing. Hairy or bare that meat and those potatoes was prime grade A!

"Fucking love the feel of it," he muttered deeply. "Boy’s got to be clean for his men." Yep the worm had truly turned! Tex told me their ‘boy’ was putting out big time for every gay fireman and cop in the city!

"Oh guys," said Mark who moved his massage to Brent’s balls (and you know how THAT affects our boy Brent *>), "Tex and I had a small alteration done on our new personal mascot " turn around boy," Mark said to our newly shaved ‘performer’. Craig continued his hand job while he turned. I looked in amazement then howled in laughter. There in small letters tattooed on Craig’s back just above his crack was the line: ‘for best results insert nozzle in here firmly’ with a small fire nozzle under it pointing down directly between Craig’s cheeks.

I left the station with my brother knowing that I had done my bit for the police & firemen’s morale. Enrico and Eric had wandered upstairs to ‘test’ the bunks. Tex and Mark .. …. well, they had some dogs that needed exercise. As I drove us home my mind wandered to a conversation I had before we arrived at the station with Enrico. Seems he had an abusive older brother who was a cop & was giving him crap about being a faggot. I had some plans to arrange. But first........

"Gonna put out my fire bro," my Sean groaned as he touched his semi hard boner as I drove the car into the garage of our house.

"Yeah bro," I replied as I unzipped and gently lowered his head into my crotch. " I got just the hose for it!!!"

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