Being My Brothers Bitch Ch 01

It started like any other Saturday night. A few of my friends came round to my place, ready for a night on the town. As usual, I was the last to get ready.

After almost an hour of my friends shouting upstairs, telling me to hurry up, I was ready. I called for a cab then poured myself a drink.

Before I'd had a chance to finish my vodka and coke, the cab had arrived. The five of us left the house and piled into the minivan.

As usual, we went straight to the club. A nightclub filled with hot gay guys and their tormenting straight mates.

After entering the club, we went to the bar to order a drink. Unlike my friends, this would have been my first drink, of the night. Once we all had our drinks, We gathered around the closest table.

We made small talk while sipping our drinks. By the time the others finished their drinks, they were pretty hyped up.

"Let's dance," Danny shouted.

"Yeah, let's go," Sean said, with a smile.

"Come on, Mark," Andy said, taking hold of my hand.

"No," I said, with a little giggle.

"Don't be boring," Sean said, tormenting me.

"No, you guys go and I'll get the drinks in," I said.

The idea of me paying for their drinks was enough for them to back off. The three of them walked into the crowd, closely followed by Matt.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and leaned against the tabletop. I opened my Grindr app and started to scroll through. While scanning the screen, a voice came from behind me.

"Are there not enough guys in here for you?" They said.

I quickly turned, to see who it was. It was John, my brother.

"What are you doing here?" I said.

"Having drinks." He said, with sarcasm.

"You never come to the gay clubs," I said.

"Of all people, you should know that I love cock as well as pussy."

"Don't you normally find your shags online?" I said.

"Yeah, but I'm starting to enjoy the hunt." He said, with a strange smile.

In one movement, John took my pint glass from the table and downed my drink.

"You cheeky bastard." I snapped.

"Well, you weren't drinking it." He said, flashing a smile.

That smile, it was my weakness. That's how he got me to suck his cock for the first time.

"Don't look at me like that," I said.

"What?..." he smiled again, "don't know what you mean."

"You do," I said. Pushing my phone back into my pocket.

"I can't help myself around you," John said, brushing a hand over my cheek.

"Stop it!" I said, backing away from him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking concerned.

"You ended things with us, then you come over here, flirting," I said.

"I only finished it, because it started to feel wrong." He explained.

"We had so much fun," I said.

"Yeah, you are still the best fuck, that I've had," John said.

I just smiled back.

"We could do it again." He said.

"No way," I said.

"Why not?" John asked.

"You're my brother, you should know..." I took a deep breath. "how it hurt me when you dropped me after you got what you wanted from me."

"It wasn't like that." He said.

"That's how it felt," I said.

"It just started to feel wrong, I mean, I was fucking my own brother."

"I get that," I said.

"But you don't want it to happen again?" He said.

"I do want to, I just know that I shouldn't," I said.

"Ok, we'll leave it, for now." He said.

"Ok," I said.

"Do you want a drink?" John asked.

"Please, I wasn't enjoying that larger," I said.

"I'll get you something else then." He said.

"Thanks," I said.

John walked away, toward the bar. I couldn't help but watch his ass, while it moved in his tight jeans.

I scanned the room, checking the guys out. There were a few hotties, but they all seemed to be coupled up.

I looked over my shoulder, to see John heading over. He was holding two glasses and had a strange smile on his face.

"What's with you?" I said when he reached the table.

"Nothing, mate." He said.

He placed the glasses on the table.

"What's this?" I said, pointing at the glass in front of me.

"Fun juice," John said, smiling.

"Ok," I said, with a giggle.

I took a sip of the drink.

"It's vodka and coke," I said.

"Yeah, but it will lead to fun." He said, smiling again.

"We'll see," I said.

"Trust me," John said.

"Ok," I said.

"Have you seen Dad lately?" John asked.

"I had drinks with him a couple of weeks ago," I said.

"You've not seen him since?" He said.

"No..." I sipped my drink. "Not had time, with work and that."

"We should spend some time with him soon." He said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Down that drink, so we can get another. John said.

Almost in sync, we picked up our glasses and finished our drinks in one gulp.

"I'll go and get us another one," I said.

"No!" John snapped.

"Ok, chill out," I said.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap." He said.

"Alright," I said

"I want to buy them," John said.

"Hurry up then," I said, smiling.

He picked up the empty glasses and walked away. Again, I watched his ass. Not as carefully as the last time. John looked over his shoulder and spotted me, checking him out. He smiled and winked before he turned back around.

With there being a crowd at the bar, John was taking a lot longer to get served this time. I watched as he fought his way through. I eventually lost sight of him, in the pool of bodies.

After a minute or two, he appeared again. This time, carrying a tray. We made eye contact, across the room. He smiled, like a child that was up to mischief. I smiled back while shaking my head.

"What have you done," I said.

"Thought I'd get us a couple of shots." He said.

He gently placed the tray on the table top. There were two more vodka and cokes and four shots.

"What's this," I said.

"Just some Sambuca," John said.

"Cool," I said.

John picked up two of the shot glasses and handed me one. We both downed our shots and slammed the glasses onto the table.

"It's getting busy in here," John said.

"Yeah, there's normally a crowd in here," I said.

"Shall we go and have a smoke?" John asked.

"Sure," I said.

"Come on then," John said.

We walked through the crowd and out of the door. We left the club and walked down the street a few meters, where there were benches.

"Here," John said, offering me a cigarette.

This is where things got weird. I reached for the cigarette and missed it. My vision became clouded, making me see two cigarettes when there was just one.

"There we go," John said.

"What you on about." I slurred.

"Wait here, baby, I'll get us a cab," John said.

That's when I must have blacked out. I don't remember anything else that happened before I woke up.

I woke, confused. I tried to rub my face, but my arm was somehow restricted. I tried to look around, but I was in the dark.

I fought to get loose, but couldn't. It took me a couple of minutes to realize it, but I was completely naked. Being tied up and face down, I started to freak out.

"That stuff was stronger than the last lot." A male voice said.

"Who the fuck is that!" I shouted into the darkness.

"Oh Baby, you don't recognize my voice?" He said.

"John?" I said.

The lights turned on, which made my head pound. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, while the pain faded.

When I opened my eyes, I could clearly see John. He was standing on the other side of the room.

"What the fuck is going on?" I said.

"What was the last thing you remember?"

"You went for a cab," I said.

"Wow, you missed a lot," John said. Smiling.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"We left the club, hours ago." He said.

"What?" I said.

"You passed out." He said.

"Fuck, I must have been pissed," I said.

"Is that what you think?" He said.

I throw him a blank look.

"Think about it, how much did you drink?" He said.

"Half a pint and a vodka..." I said, pausing when I realized what had happened.

"There you go, you're getting it now." He said.

"You spiked me?" I said, fighting with my restraints again.

"Yeah." He said.

I looked around the room, trying to work out where I was. Every wall was just bare brick, that looked to be crumbling. There were no windows, the only light came from a single light bulb, that hung from the ceiling.

"The pill was stronger this time," John said.

I looked up at my arms, to see what was holding me in place. A think rope had me bound to a rusty bed rail.

"Let me go!" I shouted,

"No, not yet," John said.

John put a cigarette into his mouth and started to walk toward me. Standing next to the bed, John lit his cigarette and stood there looking down at me.

"What's the plan?" I said.

"I don't know yet." He said, putting his cigarette into his mouth.

"If you're going to fuck me, get it over with," I said.

"Mate, I already have," he said, smirking.

"What?" I said.

"You were passed out for ages, I couldn't wait any longer," he explained.

"You bastard." I snapped.

"Well, you didn't say no at the time." He said.

"How could you..." I said.

"Are you saying that you wouldn't have wanted me to fuck you?" he said.

"I would never say no to you," I said, smiling.

"Get some rest, it's gonna be a long day for you," he said.

With that, he flicked his cigarette, causing the ash to fall onto my back. He turned, about to walk away.

"This time?" I said.

"What?" John said, looking over his shoulder.

"You said that the pill was stronger this time," I said.

"Yeah, it was a lot stronger," he said.

"What do you mean by, this time?" I said.

"How were your drinks with dad, think about it," he said.

Before I had a chance to respond, John had already reached the bottom of the wooden staircase. He quickly turned, looked me up and down, then turned the light off.

In the dark, I thought about what he had just said. He was right, I can't remember anything of that night.

Could dad of spiked me too? Was I being used by them both, in some sort of a game? What was John going to do to me? Why had the thought turned me on so much...