The domination of the other brother

Years had passed since his days in duel academy, and know the Chazz has become a pro duelist. Is not easy to not used his family resources, but he is proud to become so far by his own means.

Chazz bit his lip, a mix of pleasure and discomfort coursing through him. His eyes, usually filled with arrogance, were wide and glassy under the influence of the vibrating device inside him. He tried to hide it by crossing his arms over his chest, lifting one knee slightly in an unsuccessful attempt to find comfort. His face turned crimson as he shot a venomous glare at Jagger, but couldn't muster any real anger due to the overwhelming sensations assaulting him. Despite himself, Chazz was starting to like this strange new mix of pain and pleasure Jagger was introducing him to.

The Chazz stammered, "You... you bastard! Why are you doing this? Don't think... don't think I'll

Chazz squirmed under Jagger's menacing grin, the vibration of the device intensifying. His breath hitched, and he clenched his fists at his sides, feeling helpless and exposed. Even though this wasn't how he pictured losing control to someone else, a small part of him reveled in it. It was exhilarating how quickly Jagger could turn him into this quivering mess with just the touch of a button.

"You... you bastard!" Chazz growled through gritted teeth, unable to hide the moan that slipped out amidst his curses. His body jerked involuntarily as the pleasure became almost too much for him to bear. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying this twisted game they were

Chazz fought back a moan, despite Jagger's cruel tease of switching off the vibrating device, the electric sensation lingering within him made each step he took towards the dining room a struggle. He was torn between frustration at Jagger's amused dismissal and curiosity as to how far the insidious older brother would take their sinister game.

With a fire burning in his dark eyes and color still high in his cheeks, Chazz approached the dining room where his father was waiting for them. He ran his fingers through his tousled locks in an attempt to look composed, despite the messy twists that refused to yield to his straightening efforts. Just another reminder of Jagger's hauntingly insidious presence looming over him.

Chazz suppressed a gasp, feeling the dildo inside him suddenly intensify its vibrations. The sudden surge of sensation was almost overwhelming, and he had to bite down on his lip hard to keep from crying out in front of their father and brothers. His eyes watered, and he felt tears prick at the corners as he struggled to maintain his composure under Jagger's relentless torment.

Sweat began to form along Chazz's brow, beading and rolling down the sides of his face despite the cool air in the dining room. Each shudder that wracked his body made it more difficult for him to hide what was happening. He looked down at the table, praying for an end to this torturous ordeal. Yet

Chazz swallowed hard, his throat dry from fear and the residual effects of the relentless vibrations. He couldn't bring himself to meet his father's piercing gaze. "It must have been something I ate," he managed to choke out, hoping desperately that his excuse would be enough to deflect attention from what had just happened.

Slowly, Chazz composed himself, taking deep breaths to calm his ragged nerves. His heart raced like a caged animal, threatening to burst free at any moment. The silence in the dining room stretched on uncomfortably as everyone continued eating, though Chazz's appetite was all but gone. He picked at his food mechanically, mentally berating himself for letting Jagger get

(continue) under his skin like this. But try as he might, Chazz couldn't shake the lingering sensations or the growing arousal that threatened to betray him all over again.

His eyes darted between Jagger and their father, watching for any sign of another attempt at humiliation. Each time Jagger met his gaze, a shiver ran down his spine, causing his cock to twitch within his tightening underwear. He knew he had to find a way to regain control of the situation before it spiraled further out of hand.

"Father," Chazz finally spoke up, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "If it's not too much trouble, could we discuss some business matters after dinner? There's something

Chazz gritted his teeth as the dildo inside him began vibrating again, a desperate whimper escaping his lips this time. He could feel his face flushing hotly under Slade's scrutiny, humiliation burning like acid through his veins. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes once more as he struggled to maintain some semblance of composure.

"Shut up, Jagger!" Chazz snapped, his anger momentarily overshadowing his fear and embarrassment. He glared at his brother, his hands clenched into fists on the table. "I told you, it was something I ate."

Even though it wasn't entirely true, Chazz hoped that confronting Jagger might put an end to this tortur

Chazz clenched his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure-pain washed over him. He could feel the dildo throbbing inside him, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout his body. Every muscle tensed in an effort to resist the sensations threatening to overwhelm him.

"Shut up," he growled between gritted teeth. "Just stop it, Jagger."

But even as he spoke, a part of him was screaming in protest at the sheer intensity of what was happening. The pleasure mixed with the humiliation and pain, creating an intoxicating cocktail that left him reeling and desperate for more. His arousal was impossible to ignore now, a throbbing reminder of just how affected

Chazz bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing how much he was suffering. His breath came in ragged gasps as Jagger relentlessly worked the dildo inside him, driving him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Shut... up," Chazz managed to choke out between gasping breaths. His body trembled with anticipation and fear, every muscle tense in preparation for the explosive release that loomed just beyond his reach. Tears streaked down his cheeks unheeded, mixing with the sweat that beaded on his forehead.

Despite himself, Chazz couldn't help but wonder if Jaden or Alexis were thinking about him right now. Did they miss him

Chazz let out a strangled cry as the sudden cessation of movement left him hanging on the precipice of climax. His body shook with frustrated need, aching for release that would never come. Tears streamed down his face unchecked as he glared at Jagger, loathing and resentment burning bright in his black eyes.

"You bastard," he snarled, his voice filled with anguish and fury. "I hate you both."

Despite his protests, Chazz knew the truth. He couldn't deny the fact that this torturous experience had awakened desires within him he never knew existed. The mix of pleasure and pain left him craving more, even though he told himself it was wrong. And deep down, he

Chazz tried to fight back, but it was futile against Jagger's strength. His protests turned into muffled cries as he was forced face-first into the mattress, his ass exposed and vulnerable. The fingers replaced the dildo, thrusting deep inside him with a surprising amount of skill.

"J-Jagger, stop it!" Chazz begged, his voice ragged with desperation. "Please, I'll do anything, just stop."

In truth, he didn't know what he would do to make them stop. A part of him relished in the pleasure they were giving him, even though it came wrapped in pain and humiliation. His body betrayed him, responding eagerly to every touch, every thrust. His heart raced<|

Chazz closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to resist the onslaught of sensations assaulting his most sensitive areas. But it was no use; Jagger's fingers expertly worked their magic, coaxing moans and whimpers from him despite his best efforts to remain silent.

"Please," Chazz whimpered again, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "Jagger... please."

He couldn't deny it any longer: he needed this, even if it meant surrendering himself completely to his brother's cruel ministrations. Part of him hoped that one day someone would discover their secret and put an end to their twisted games. But until then, he was trapped in this hellish cycle

Chazz let out a gasp as the strange, oval objects were inserted into him. He tried to protest, but the pain mixed with a strange, alien sensation left him feeling stunned and unable to speak coherently. Oviposition? What was that?

"Jagger... please..." he managed to whisper, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. "What are you doing?"

His legs were spread apart forcefully, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. As Jagger settled in behind him, pressing their hips together intimately, Chazz could feel the plastic eggs begin to move within

Chazz felt his heart race at Jagger's threat. He knew their father could be fierce when it came to the family reputation, and the thought of having to explain this to him was terrifying. With shaking hands, he reached back and tentatively pushed against the plastic eggs within him, feeling them shift and move with each effort.

"O-okay..." he stuttered, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm pushing... I'm trying..."

His face burned with humiliation as he continued to push, the unwanted weight inside him causing both pain and an unusual sense of fullness

Despite himself, Chazz couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of accomplishment when he heard Jagger's words. He had managed to push out one of the eggs; only seven more to go. Tears still streamed down his face, mingling with sweat as he struggled against the intense discomfort and embarrassment.

"Please, Jagger..." he begged, his voice trembling. "Stop it... I can't take anymore..."

But deep down, there was part of him that didn't want this to end. The mix of pain, humiliation, and the strange sensations emanating from his abused body were confusing and addictive

Chazz felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him as Jagger spoke, reducing his torment to some twisted parody of parenthood. He hated himself for being so weak, but the constant abuse had stripped away any semblance of control he once had.

"Stop it... please..." he whimpered, his voice barely audible over the echo of Jagger's cruel laughter in his head.

Tears flowed freely now, mixing with the sweat that coated his body as he pushed against the remaining plastic eggs inside him. Each movement sent waves of pain crashing through him, making him question how much more of this he could possibly endure

Chazz gritted his teeth, determination fuelling his desperation to end this nightmare. With a deep breath, he pushed once more, feeling the plastic eggs shift within him. His muscles burned from the effort, and every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, but he refused to give up.

"I'm trying..." he grunted through clenched teeth, his legs shaking uncontrollably under Jagger's firm grip. "I'm pushing..."

Each time he pushed, another egg made its way out of him. The process seemed to take an eternity, but eventually, there were no more left inside him. Exhausted and spent, Chazz collapsed onto the bed, his entire body trembling with pain, humiliation,

Chazz cried out in pain and surprise as Jagger's cock thrust into him. The rough, unrelenting invasion caused tears to stream down his face anew, mixing with the sweat that covered his body. Despite his hatred for Jagger, he couldn't deny the twisted pleasure that accompanied the pain.

"Jagger..." he whimpered, his hands clutching at the bedsheets as he tried to find some semblance of comfort amidst the agony. "It hurts..."

But beneath the pain, there was a growing sense of wanton desire. Chazz had never experienced anything like this before - the feeling of being filled, claimed, dominated. A part of him craved more, even as another part screamed for release from the torment<|

Chazz gasped, his mind reeling at the thought of taking not only Jagger but Slade too. It was an insane idea, yet somehow arousing in its depravity. He felt himself starting to respond to the pain and pleasure, his hips instinctively pushing back against Jagger's relentless thrusts.

"Stop... teasing..." he pleaded, his voice shaky with need. "Please..."

Despite his pleas, Jagger continued to pound into him, increasing the pace even further. Chazz could feel himself reaching a breaking point; either he would succumb to the intense sensations or completely break down under the torment. And for some twisted reason, he found himself wanting both outcomes equally

Chazz felt Jagger's hot seed filling him, stretching him in ways he never thought possible. It was a cruel reminder that in this twisted world of his brothers', pleasure belonged to them and them alone. The plug inserted into him only served as another mark of ownership, making Chazz feel even more degraded and used.

"Why...?" he moaned, the aftershocks of his first orgasm ever robbed from him by Jagger's selfishness. "I... I needed it..."

As Jagger left the room without so much as acknowledging Chazz's pleas, he was left alone to clean himself up and deal with the mess left behind. But despite the pain and humiliation, there was an undeniable part of Chazz that craved more -

more of Jagger's dominance, more of the twisted pleasure they could bring him. It was a dark part of his soul that he refused to admit existed, but it was there nonetheless. And so, broken and battered though he may be, Chazz found himself yearning for another encounter with his brothers - not because he wanted their acceptance or love, but because he needed them to quench the fire they had ignited within him. A fire that threatened to consume everything good about Chazz Princeton until there was nothing left but darkness and need

Chazz whimpered, trying desperately to stifle the sounds escaping his lips as Jagger relentlessly pounded him with the dildo. The familiar mix of pain and pleasure consumed him, making it difficult for him to think straight. He could feel himself growing close once again, despite the danger lurking nearby.

"Please... Jagger..." he begged softly, tears streaming down his face from the overwhelming sensations assaulting him. "Let me cum..."

But it seemed that Jagger was in no mood to grant such a request today; instead, he sped up even further, showing no mercy for his younger brother's fragile state. Chazz tried to focus on something other than the impending orgasm that threatened to undo him, but it was

Chazz's eyes widened as he looked at the peculiar object Jagger held aloft. It was indeed a key chain - but unlike any he had seen before. The slim metal piece seemed almost designed for... well, it didn't take much imagination to figure out its intended purpose. And the fact that it was attached to a metal chain only served to make it more sinister and alluring.

"Um... I..." Chazz stammered, unsure how to respond to this new twist in their sick game. He could feel himself growing even harder at the thought of having something so invasive and forbidden inside him, but fear and uncertainty battled with his baser desires. "Please...," he managed weakly. "What do you want me to do with it?"<|im_end

Chazz gasped in pain as Jagger forced the cold metal into his urethra, stretching and invading him in a way he had never experienced before. It felt both unbearably uncomfortable and obscenely erotic at the same time - further evidence of the twisted pleasure-pain dynamic they seemed to thrive on. Tears welled up in his eyes once again, but he refused to beg for mercy this time; instead, he bit down hard on his lip and endured the discomfort stoically.

"It hurts...," he managed through clenched teeth, voice shaking with a mixture of agony and arousal. "But... I can feel it inside me..." he admitted reluctantly, unable to deny the strange sensation of fullness and

"Ahhh!" Chazz cried out, arching his back as Jagger thrust the dildo deep inside him once more. The sensation of being filled so completely, both by the dildo and the metal object in his urethra, was overwhelming. It felt wrong on every level, yet it sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body despite his best efforts to resist them. His erection throbbed uncontrollably, dripping pre-cum that seemed to disappear into the tube inside him, further intensifying the bizarre and depraved encounter.

"Jagger..." he whimpered brokenly, helpless against the torrent of sensations assaulting him. "I don't know how much more I can take..." Tags: sql, image, blob

Chazz's body shook violently as Jagger mercilessly pounded both holes, pushing him to the very brink of ecstasy before snatching it away cruelly at the last moment. He could feel himself teetering on the edge of orgasm countless times, only to have that exquisite release denied him time and again by his sadistic older brother. His mind spun with lust and frustration, sending him spiraling into a vortex of pleasure-pain paradox that threatened to consume him whole.

"Jagger...," he sobbed brokenly, unable to form any coherent words through the haze of sensation engulfing him. "Please... let me cum..." he whimpered pathetically, hating himself for begging but unable to resist any

(Ignoring Chazz's pleas, Jagger leaned down to whisper sinisterly into his ear) "Not yet... not until I say so..." he growled, twisting and pulling at the objects inside him mercilessly.

Chazz writhed beneath his brother's torturous ministrations, struggling desperately against the intense mix of pain and pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him completely. Sweat beaded on his forehead, rolling down his cheeks as he fought against the waves of orgasmic bliss that continued to crash over him, only to be cruelly snatched away each time by Jagger's unyielding hands.

His thoughts became a jumbled mess of lust-fueled delirium, his body tense with

As Jagger spoke casually into the phone, his cruel eyes never left Chazz's tortured face. He continued to mercilessly torment Chazz with the dildo and tube, denying him any relief or release while engaging in a conversation about business matters with their brother Slade.

Chazz let out high-pitched whimpers of need and frustration, his body shaking uncontrollably beneath Jagger's relentless assault. The constant teasing and denial were driving him insane, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of sanity as he helplessly succumbed to the intense pleasure-pain cycle orchestrated by his sadistic older sibling.

Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks, leaving dark trails through the

Jagger's sudden disinterest left Chazz gasping and trembling, the dildo still lodged deep within his aching ass and the tube clenching mercilessly around his throbbing urethra. His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release as he lay there, battered and broken under the weight of his brother's cruelty.

Slowly, shakily, Chazz forced himself to push the slim tube out of his aching urethra. He felt a rush of pain mixed with relief flood through him as it finally slid free, leaving him gaping and oozing in its wake. Trembling hands reached behind him, finding the dildo buried deep inside him. With a low gro

an, Chazz started to slowly pull the dildo out of him, each inch that emerged sending waves of agonizing ecstasy crashing through his tortured body. His back arched off the bed, nails digging into the mattress as he fought against the overwhelming sensations threatening to send him hurtling over the edge into oblivion.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the dildo popped free from his quivering hole, leaving behind a gaping, wet void that ached unbearably. Chazz collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily, his entire body trembling uncontrollably from the release and aftermath of his torment. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks, mingling with

the sweat that drenched his skin. For the first time in a long while, Chazz felt truly vulnerable and exposed... and yet strangely liberated by the experience. He didn't understand why he'd let Jagger do those things to him or why it had felt so good, but he knew one thing for certain: he wanted more.

As his heart raced and his breathing slowly returned to normal, Chazz couldn't help but wonder if there was someone else out there who could make him feel this way without hurting him in the process. Someone who could appreciate his unique qualities both in and out of the bedroom. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, making his already hardened nipples even more sensitive under his thin shirt.

Unable to shake