UNEARTHED

“You know, Mom always did say that the people who used to own that land would do weird stuff. White Magic, rituals in the middle of the night, seances.” I recalled, “That’s why his soil was always so fertile…I don’t know if it was true, or she was just telling us that to keep us from going way out in the fields…”

“Do you think they left it?” Joaquin wondered out loud, “Seems like something real important to just leave behind.”

“Maybe they wanted someone to find it,” I suggested.

“Either that, or La Llorona left it!”

The name of that woman alone sent chills down my spine. A reminder of how Dad scared us when we were small children by saying how she would come after us if we were sneaking around past our bedtime.

“So, what’s the deal?” I raised an eyebrow, “This has to belong to someone, dedicated to some sort of deity, no? The Greeks used to believe that the god Tyche would rule their fortunes, their destinies.”

I looked down at the tome. As much as I wanted to toss it from my hands, deep into the wilds of the forest, there was something urging me to write in it, “So all I gotta do is write a wish in this thing and it becomes true?”

Joaquin shook his head, “It’s not that simple. There are rules you have to follow.”

He instructed me to flip to the very front page, which held what appeared to be a set of instructions, “As long as you follow the rules,” he explained, “Anything you write in there can become true…”

My head was spinning by this point. This couldn’t be real. But if Joaquin was pulling my leg, he really went the extra mile to make this as convincing as possible.

It took me an embarrassing amount of tries and rereads before I was fully able to comprehend what the rules to this tome were:

Firstly, each written wish can only be applied to the one writing it. You couldn’t make a wish on someone else’s behalf or wish something onto another individual, “Yeah, so you can’t wish for your girl to become sluttier or somethin’.” Joaquin giggled, “But I’ve managed to figure out that you can make yourself have certain effects on others.”

The next wish was simple, only one wish could be written at a time. There were no combining wishes or trying to cover multiple wishes under one umbrella.

Each written wish will come to fruition upon the writer while asleep.

Each written wish must be physically possible and achievable within physical domains.

That was all rather straightforward. But then things started getting weird.

Initially, I wasn’t sure if it was due to my lack of sleep or my misunderstanding of Spanish, but Joaquin assured me that I was reading each instruction correctly.

The next instruction that caught my attention was that each written wish had to be dotted with the blood of a virgin.

“Wait, where are you finding a virgin from?” I asked Joaquin, “You and I aren’t virgins. And Mom and Dad…erm…had us…”

Joaquin laughed as though I was joking. But upon seeing my befuddled face, he dropped the smile from his face and quickly became serious, “Dude,” He began, “It’s Oscar. Oscar is still a virgin.”

“O-Oh.” Was all I could respond with, quickly stuffing my face back in the book to avoid the awkwardness.

I didn’t get to avoid it for long, as I read the following rule. I instantly pointed it out to Joaquin, “Am I reading this right?”

“Oh yeah, THAT rule!” Joaquin nodded, “Yeah, you’re reading it right! Kinda weird, don’t know why they asked for that.”

If the virgin blood wasn’t enough, the instructions stated that every wish had to be met with a sacrifice of a cumshot onto the page.

As you orgasm, focus on your wish. Envision it. Manifest it. Believe it.

“Like…actual cum?” I winced, realizing why so many of the pages had been stuck together.

The look on Joaquin’s face confirmed the answer I was dreading.

“Gross,” I shook my head as I hurriedly read the final rule on the page.

Each wish is subject to reversal with the stroke of a pen. That is, until the virgin whose blood soaked said wish loses their virginity. In which case, the wish will be sealed permanently.

“Why do you think I’ve been pushing so hard to get the kid a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend. Or whatever.” Joaquin exclaimed, “I’m trying to keep this bod for a lifetime!”

The last words on the page didn’t look like an instruction. But rather, they looked moreso like advice:

Take this tome. Write in it. Manifest your deepest wishes and desires. Fill it with diagrams and sigils. Let this book be used as a platform for transmuting artificiality into tangibility.

This was too much for me. Information flying at me at too fast a pace for me to truly comprehend–all I knew was that Joaquin was using this bone-chilling tome to get every advantage he had.

And, in truth, this newfound information brought some form of vindication. Now I knew for a fact that Joaquin had some sort of supernatural help in his efforts. There was no way that I could possibly compete with that. Now it was my turn to get what I deserved…

“Marcos, aren’t you going to write anything?” Joaquin questioned, as though he had read my mind.

It had just occurred to me. I hadn’t even thought of what I wanted to write yet.

Joaquin and I had agreed that, since we had all day, that I could spend some time thinking of what I wanted my wish to be. After all, Joaquin explained, we had to wait until Oscar had fallen asleep before we could prick his finger for his blood, which is how Joaquin had been getting it for his wishes.

Taking back the book, which I was internally thankful for, Joaquin stuffed it back inside the plastic bag and we began the trek back home.

The walk back home felt that it took much longer than the walk to the tree. My mind awash in confusion, cloudiness, and curiosity as I tried to figure out what exactly I wanted to wish for.

Both of us were soaking wet by the time we entered the house through the backdoor. Oscar instantly launched into a barrage of questions, “Where were you guys?”

“Going for a jog.” Was Joaquin’s brusque answer, plastic bag hidden behind his body, as he stepped into his room and shut the door.

Oscar instantly locked eyes with me, the look on his face making it apparent that he didn’t buy the story, “What’s his problem?” He raised an eyebrow, pouring milk into his bowl of cereal.

“Nothing,” Was my answer, “Don’t worry about it.”

Admittingly, my answer came across as rather snappy as well. Still giving me a suspicious side eye and muttering something under his breath, Oscar dropped the subject as he quietly walked off into the living room and I brewed my morning coffee. By the time I had a full cup and joined Oscar in the living room, Joaquin had walked out of his room and joined the two of us.

Thus, a repeat of yesterday shortly commenced.

The three of us–Oscar, Joaquin, and I–lounging around in the living room and watching brain-rotting television. Trashy reality television shows, mindless action movies, and when all else failed, we busted out our phone.

But I was unable to pay attention to any of it. Every time I found myself become engrossed in a movie or a television show, my mind would instantly switch back to what my wish would be. Joaquin and I exchanging knowing glances throughout the day, but not daring to mention a word of it with Oscar so nearby.

Then I saw it.

Joaquin’s bobbing bulge as he got up and made his way to the kitchen. His heavy cock swinging back and forth and balls bouncing wildly with each step he took.

It just clicked. I mean, what guy wouldn’t want a massive monster cock?

The thought of a huge, hefty horse cock resting between my legs, matched only by a huge pair of nuts, made me rock hard. So hard, in fact, that I excused myself to the bathroom where I could have a moment of privacy.

Locking the door behind me and quickly pulling out my boner through the fly of my shorts, I wasted no time before gripping my shaft and jerking off into the toilet bowl. Surfing for some porn on my phone, clicking the first video I saw, I imagined how it would feel jerking off my soon-to-be donkey dick.

It was less than five minutes until I finally orgasmed. Shooting my load into the toilet bowl and using some toilet paper to clean up the bit that shot onto the seat itself. My nuts finally drained; I think I could manage for the rest of the day.

I couldn’t wait for Oscar to fall asleep…

The time finally came when Oscar, his lanky body wrapped in a towel, came out of the shower and wished us a good night before he retreated to his room.

Within seconds of the door closing, the tome was out on the coffee table and opened to the first blank page. Joaquin handing me a pen and urgently instructing to make my wish, “Make it count!” He warned me, “This thing isn’t a toy.”

I brushed him off, reminding him that I was the eldest brother here.

Pen in hand, I wrote clearly and legibly to ensure that there was zero room for error or misinterpretation: Marcos Ortiz grows a gargantuan monster cock and balls.

“Niiiiiiiiice!” Joaquin concurred, staring over my shoulder, “Not even big, but fuckin’ ‘gargantuan’! Welcome to the Big Dick Club, big bro!”

“Hey, I gotta make it count!” I laughed, “Plus, it’s not very fair if your big bro isn’t BIG!”

It was time to wait even longer. Oscar was already in his room, now it was just waiting for him to actually fall asleep. I waited all day; I could wait an hour more.

While waiting, I had heeded the words of the book which had urged its authors to use it as a platform for drawing diagrams and sigils. Rather immaturely, I had taken it upon myself to draw a massive dick besides my written wish–a thick and veiny shaft, a prominent mushroomed tip, and low-hanging nuts sagging beneath it.

“Did it hurt?” I asked my younger brother, who was seated beside me on the couch, as I doodled away.

“Like…growing?” He clarified, raising an eyebrow, “Yeah, kinda…”

“Any side effects or anything I should know?” I followed up, wanting to ensure there were no surprises in store for me.

“Uhhhhhh…You might have some trouble sleeping,” He admitted, leaving hearts on half-naked women on his Instagram feed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” I flipped to the instructions page, “The only way the wish can come true is if I fall asleep!”

“No, no. You can fall asleep fine,” He elaborated, “It’s just like…ya’ know…Y-You’ll find out soon enough. It’s hard to explain…”

I rolled my eyes. Trying to get Joaquin to articulate something was like drawing blood from a stone.

I was literally counting down the seconds by the time of the hour’s end. When it was finally time for action, Joaquin and I huddled in front of Oscar’s door, both our ears pressed against the solid wood. Nothing. Even when Joaquin softly knocked on the door to elicit some form of response.

A finger held to his lips; Joaquin slowly turned the knob and stepped into Oscar’s bedroom; I followed closely behind him.

On our tiptoes, trying to dampen the sound of the creaking wood under our feet as much as possible, Joaquin and I scurried to Oscar’s bedside. It was dark, only the pale glow of the television from down the hall served as our light as we fumbled our way across the room.

Oscar was sound asleep, wrapped in a mess of blankets and pillows. This was too perfect; his arm was literally hanging off the edge of the bed and hovering a few inches off the floor.

With a deep breath I opened the heavy tomb in my hand, my thumb serving as the bookmark for the page that I had written my wish on. Sliding the now-open book directly underneath Oscar’s hand, Joaquin crotched down by the beside and brandished a pin. With a soft grasp on Oscar’s index finger, Joaquin used the pin to provide a quick prick.

The drop of virgin blood splashed neatly onto the ink of my written wish, “Simple as that,” Joaquin whispered, “Now’s for the other part.” He added expectedly.

“Right here?” I whispered back, trying to constrain my surprise, “Right now?”

Joaquin shrugged, standing to his feet, “Sure, why not? He’s sleeping.”

That he was. Oscar muttering sweet nothings in his sleep as he shifted around in bed, Joaquin loosening his grip on Oscar’s hand as he flipped to his side.

I was a bit uneasy about this whole thing, “Yeah, he is. But you aren’t.”

I couldn’t really make out the details of his face, being shrouded in darkness, but I could only assume that he rolled his eyes as he turned his back towards me, “Hurry up.” He ordered.

Cursing my horniness and now wishing that I hadn’t jerked off earlier, with shaky hands I hurriedly whipped out my cock over the band of my sweats and began jerking off hovering over the open tome.

I was largely unsuccessful in trying to grow a boner, leaving me rubbing an awkward half chub. In spite of trying to jerk it in the same room as both my brothers, I attempted to concentrate on the mental images in my head–strong and sexy men with huge dicks, one that I would want.

It was hard to do so with Oscar snoring a few feet away from me, but eventually I managed to get the job done.

With a bit of grit and determination, I finally was able to unload my (admittingly weak) cumshot across the page. Remembering to envision and manifest my soon-to-be-massive cock, only a few sputters of jizz erupted out. Admittingly, my orgasm left much to be desired, but I was finally able to complete what was expected of me.

Quickly tucking my leaking dick away back in my underwear, Joaquin picked up the tome off the floor. Being extra careful to not touch any of my mess I left on the open pages, we snuck back out of Oscar’s room. I closed the door behind me, sure that our little brother was none the wiser of what had just transpired.

Truth be told, I actually felt a significant pang of guilt that Oscar was an unwitting pawn in this whole shebang. But Joaquin quickly distracted my thoughts, informing me that I now needed to head to bed and that, by morning, my wish would come true.

“See you bright and early, dude!” Joaquin smiled as he stepped into his room, “Sweet dreams!”

Thanking him profusely for letting me make a wish in the tome, I retired to my bedroom where I promptly hopped into bed and tried to force myself to sleep.

“Tried” being the operative word.

Tossing and turning for at least another hour or so, in both trepidation and anticipation of what would await me come morning time. In due time, however, my eyelids progressively got heavier, and I finally drifted off into sleep…

I was lost. Alone. Scared.

Trashing wildly through endless forests and shrubbery. My feet bloody and sore from stomping on thorns and vines. Continuously stumbling through mud puddles and the moist earth, my vision utterly obscured through the downpour–unrelenting, unyielding, and unending.

I was naked. My body was shaking uncontrollably. Totally exposed and bare against the harsh elements of the rain, chill, and wind. I must’ve looked like an absolute mess–bruised, scraped, and sore. But most of all, I was tired.

I didn’t have time to tend to my wounds. Something was chasing me.

I didn’t know who, or what.

Murky shadows in the corners of my eyes served as the only representation I had of the perpetrators. Leaves cracking under their hoofed feet, trees being uprooted in their wake, and the ground shaking underneath me as they rapidly approached served as the only other sign of their coming. I dare not look back.

Were they the same figures I saw from the night before?

The tome! I could use black tome to wish them away!

I had to run. I had to get home.

But the forest was endless. Every twist and turn sunk me deeper inside its wooden cage. Mangled branches and twisted roots serving as nondescript landmarks as I madly dashed by, looking for any semblance of a pathway to get back home.

Trees marked with drawings served as the only guide I did have. Etched into bark with nails and claws–words and drawings, pentagrams and alchemical elements. Drawings that I had seen in the tome previously, I was sure of it. But I had no time to stop and read them, only giving them passing glances.

I crashed through a bushel of thorns.

My hands and arms scratched and bloodied; I came unto a large clearing amongst the ceaseless forest. The familiar-looking tree from earlier, where Joaquin had dug up the tome, sat in the center of this clearing. Likewise, it also sat in the center of an enormous pattern that had been etched in mud and dirt.

This was all so familiar, yet so different at the same time.

I didn’t have any more time to inspect the massive sigil myself, as the rumblings from the forests behind me urged me to continue running. With nowhere else to turn, I made my first step deep into the mud…

Big mistake.

Like quicksand, I began to sink deeply into the wet and sloshy muck. Soon, both my feet were fully engulfed, up to my kneecaps, as I attempted to trudge across the clearing and get to the great tree sitting in front of me.

This was impossible. The mud and gunk were so dense that I physically could no longer run through it. In fact, I was sinking in even deeper now.

The hot breath crawling down the back of my neck informed me that it was too late.

My body plucked out of the mire as though I were simply a doll–weightless and dead. Then, like a puppy being held by the scruff of his neck, I was hoisted several feet off the ground.

Swinging madly against a force that I could not see, but I could feel their claws scratching and teeth gnashing at me. Two of them, on either side of me, their invisible hands gripping and grabbing at my arms and thighs, holding me in place against my will.

Then I saw them. Briefly.

Like a camera flash in front of my eyes, it was fast but enough to catch a glimpse. Bodies made of pure muscle and broadness, covered with a scale-like skin. Chills rushing down my spine as I saw sharp teeth twisted into sinister-looking smiles. Then their long tongues, coated with thick globs of spit, unwinding to slide across my bare body and leave a sickeningly slimy coating across my naked body.

Then came the pounding pressure on my groin. An intense feeling of squeezing, as though my balls were being crushed under the heel of an invisible foot. Both their tongues instantly assaulting my mouth as I opened it to scream, their winding tongues sliding deep down my throat…

I spun out of bed in throbbing pain.

Crumpling onto the cold wooden floor, holding my aching balls in the palms of my hands. The sharp and pulsating ache assaulting my cock and balls was ceaseless, as though they were being twisted agonizingly and were on the verge of bursting.

“We must’ve done something wrong!” I cried out to myself, alone in my room.

Unable to stand or move, only able to groan in agony in place with no relief in sight. I tried to call out Joaquin’s name, surely he could hear me through these walls, but the words got stuck in my throat–only escaping in the form of grunts and moans. All I could manage to do was bite my tongue to keep myself from screaming out in pain.

“I-I need to go to the hospital…” I whispered to myself.

Relief finally came when eventually, thankfully, the pain subsided.

I was finally able to take in a deep breath and calm myself. Shakily arising to my feet as I stumbled around in the darkness, still uneasy and uncertain. I was fearful that the pain would return at any moment, but I managed to collect myself enough to flip on the light switch.

I just needed to gain my bearings.

It was still in the middle of the night, the clock showing it as a little past four. Yet there were no signs of the sun over the horizon, instead the dark and ominous storm clouds continued to cover the sky and unleash a barrage of rain.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My heart racing, my eyes still not fully believing what I was seeing as I stepped closer towards my reflection. I pulled down my underwear and nearly had a heart attack at the inexplicable sight that reflected right back at me.

Flopping wildly out over the elastic band of my underwear was a jaw dropping enormous dick!

Hanging heavy and low, weightily swinging side-to-side, it was now at least double the size of what it once was–stunningly transforming from an average-sized cock to an absolutely gigantic donkey dick! Even while soft, it still looked absolutely engorged and packed with girth.

Fueled with curiosity and lust, I dared to pull down my underwear just a little more. I watched with both disbelief and excitement as my new fat nuts drooped out–sagging and hanging low between my thighs.

I shook my head, as though I was trying to shake away the remnants of my sleep. Pinching myself to see if I was still dreaming, the sharp pain in response informed me that this was absolutely real.

It worked! I successfully manifested my wish into reality!

I stood there for a brief moment, unsure of what to do with this confirmation that the tome worked. But then I figured that I should probably show off my new schlong to Joaquin.

After all, if I gained this through the book, what else could it give me?

What could I wish for next?

Excitingly pulling up my underwear, tightly snug around my prominent bulge, I ran out my room and down the hallway to Joaquin’s door.

I didn’t even bother to knock, opting to instead barge down his door and force my way into his bedroom. In my defense, I was fueled by excitement to show my little brother my brand-new monster dick!

But Joaquin didn’t share the same sentiment, quickly pulling up his underwear and shutting his laptop, “Hey! Hey! Jesus, haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Joaquin yelped, knocking off his box of tissues off his desk.

I didn’t even get the chance to tell him the great news or explain what happened. Joaquin’s eyes instantly locked onto my bulge and his face told the rest, his jaw dropping to the floor as his eyes became as wide as saucers. Like me in front of the mirror, he simply stood there in disbelief until he finally comprehended what had happened.

“Oh my God!” He exclaimed as soon as it sunk in, jumping out of his seat, and gripping his hands on his head, “You did it!”

We laughed, nearly screaming in excitement as he high fived and hugged one another tightly, hooting and hollering in joy, “I can’t believe it!” I shouted, “I can’t believe that this actually worked!”

Joaquin broke the hug, taking a few steps back and getting a better view of my bouncing bulge, “Marcos! You look fucking huge!” He exclaimed, his arms extending, “And that’s you when you’re soft, too!”

Joaquin grabbing his bulge, both of us large and barely constrained by the pouch of our underwear, Joaquin upped the ante by physically whipping his dick out. Not one to be outdone, I quickly followed up, engaging Joaquin in an impromptu size competition.

Comparing our chubs to one another’s, both fat and girthy, showed a noticeable difference. Joaquin was still big, undoubtedly. But even from eyesight alone, it was evident that my dick was now larger and thicker than his was. Not by a significant margin, but it was obvious enough to make note of.

“Ha! Looks like your big brother is bigger than you,” I teased my little brother, my chest swelling with pride, “The way it should be!”

Joaquin remained silent. His dark brown eyes shooting back and forth between both our cocks, as if he was trying to comprehend the shocking sight in front of him. I had no time to waste, however, I was in a hurry, “Hey!” I nudged his arm, “Lemme make another wish! I want to get jacked like you!”

Joaquin looked genuinely offended by my request, his brow furrowing as he crammed his (smaller) dick back inside his underwear, “No!” was his only response, defiantly crossing his arms.

“Oh come on!” I begged him, fighting the urge to roll my eyes, “Just one more wish, dude! My last one, I promise!”

He scoffed, remaining insolent, “Well, I don’t think it’s fair that I let you use MY book and now you have a bigger dick than me!” He complained, “And now you wanna get more jacked than me too? Nuh uh, no way!”

“How is that my fault!?” I spat back, defending myself, “That’s the book’s fault, not mine! You wished for a ‘massive’ cock, I wished for a ‘gargantuan’ one! The book must’ve parsed those two terms differently!”

“However you want to write it,” Joaquin cut me off, “It’s MY book and it’s not fair that you’re getting more out of it than I am!”

“Oh, NOW you’re complaining about fairness!?” I laughed in his face.

Joaquin was being emotional. And in doing so, he couldn’t see the forest for the trees.

I took a deep breath, calming myself down before this turned into a yelling match and this turns nowhere. I was the only one here that saw the raw potential in what we had in front of us.

“Dude! You literally have a book that makes almost ANYTHING you write in it come true!” I tried to nail the point in, “Why are you upset that I have a bigger dick than you now? Just write down that you grow your dick as big as mine and let me make another wish!”

Joaquin’s eyes widened in surprise as he scratched his chin, “I…actually never thought of that…” He admitted sheepishly.

Of course he didn’t.

“Two wishes,” I laid out, elaborating on my idea, “One for you, one for me. You get a dick as big as mine, and I get to become as ripped as you. That way it’s even between the both of us. Deal?”

Joaquin thought about it for a second longer before he shook my hand.

Moving quickly towards his bed, Joaquin squatted down and stuck his arm far beneath his mattress until he fished out the dark tome. Now placing it on his desk and pulling out a pen, “Every wish has to be equal!” He reiterated, “One can’t get more than the other!”

“Yes, of course!” I placated him, “Hurry up and make your wish so I can make mine!”

Flipping the tome open to the last page, where both our wishes laid in ink, Joaquin scribbled hastily: Joaquin’s cock grows to EQUAL size and length as Marcos.

I didn’t even wait for Joaquin to hand me the pen, snatching it out of his hand as soon as he dotted the last period. My hand shaking, but still managing to write clearly: Marcos Ortiz gains the same muscled body and physicality of Joaquin Ortiz.

“I thought you liked your body the way it was!” Joaquin expressed confusion as I hastily began to scribble down a quick drawing of sixpack abs and a brawny chest.

“Who cares!?” I dismissively waved the concern off, “If I don’t like it, I can always scribble it out!”

A shiver running down my spine at the thought of how much pain I had to go through to gain my new dick, and what that would mean for a new body, but I brushed it off. No pain, no gain. It was worth it.

With that, both wishes written in the tome, we snuck back out into the hallway and creeped back inside Oscar’s room for the second time of the night.

It took a bit more finagling this time, Oscar now sleeping on his stomach, but Joaquin eventually managed to prick our younger brother’s finger and squeeze two drops of blood–one for each individual wish.

I wasted no time as soon as the drop splattered onto my writing, pulling out my meaty dick and began jerking off. Joaquin was a bit more hesitant, staring directly at my hardening cock and meagerly rubbing himself through his underwear, “Come on,” I urged him, pulling on his elastic band, “Don’t be shy now…”

In no time, I was totally rigid and hard as a rock. I was utterly massive now, almost comedically, my shaft so fat and cumbersome that I was having considerable trouble fully wrapping my hand around my pure girth.

In fact, truthfully, I found myself more turned on by the mental stimulation of having such a grotesquely huge prick than the physical pleasure of actually jerking off. Yet, I had to mentally remind myself to keep my new muscular body at the forefront of my mind if I wanted this to work. Dream it. Manifest it.

In little time, I unleashed my creamy load, my third in the matter of hours. Splattering violently across the page and the wooden floor.

Joaquin was still struggling. His eyes still glued to my still-engorged cock.

Rubbing his semi-hard chub, merely tugging the foreskin back and forth across his head, I reached over to help him. But he quickly smacked my left hand away at first contact, “Come on, lil’ bro.” I teased him, my voice thick with lust, “Lemme help you out. After all, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn’t?”

“Can you stop reminding me that we’re brothers?” Joaquin shot back testily.

Suppressing a laugh as I finally reached over and firmly wrapped his cock in the palm of my left hand. I began working my hand up and down his thick shaft (not as thick as mine, mind you), until he found himself totally erect. While thick, I had no trouble fully wrapping my hand fully around his shaft, which admittingly made it easier for he and I to find a good rhythm as I stroked him.

“Come on, Joaquin.” I whispered to him, “Think about your huge new dick. You’re gonna be just as big as me…”

Joaquin’s hands sliding across his abs and chest, rubbing muscles and squeezing pecs, I could tell he was getting close. His breathing become far more shallow and rapid, his cock beginning to throb in my hand as he fought off the urge to moan. His hands slowly stroking down his chiseled body until they cupped his weighty nuts, softly squeezing and playing with them as I hastened my jerking.

“Big bro and lil’ bro,” I continued, “Both hung as fuck!”

This was so messed up. But I couldn’t ignore the pervy chills that were shooting throughout my body, ecstasy coursing through my veins as I excitingly urged my little brother to cum.

Joaquin’s hand plastered across his mouth, muffling his moans as he orgasmed. Thick creamy loads of jizz erupted from his cock, splattering across the pages of the book and mixing with my earlier load.

Oscar was still sound asleep, unaware of what his two older brothers were doing less than six feet away from him. We quickly cleaned up, pulling up our underwear and picking up the book off the floor, leaving Oscar none the wiser of what had just transpired in his bedroom.

I softly closed the door behind us, Joaquin attempting to hold the heavy tome open in both hands as to not have any of the puddles of cum splat onto the floor.

Joaquin remained silent, not saying a word but rather turning his back towards me and walking back into his room without so much as a “good night”. The sound of his door shutting served as the exclamation point over what had transpired between the both of us.

I stood alone in the dark hallway. Knowing what we had just done was wrong, but a lustful fire still burned deep within me. God, I needed to pound something.

A cold and slimy texture coated my left thumb, white and frothy. My heart beginning to pick up again as I brought the cum-covered thumb to my lips and hesitated for a brief moment.

This was Joaquin’s cum, it had to be. This was the hand that was wrapped around his boner.

Before I even talked myself out of it, I jammed my thumb inside my mouth and immediately wrapped my tongue around it. Sucking it clean, my little brother’s juices now coating the insides of my mouth as I remarked how incredibly sweet it tasted.

I returned back to my bedroom. Wrapping myself in blankets and placing my head on the pillow, hoping that sleep would come soon, and I could witness the miraculous come morning.

The drumming of the rain on the window serving as the only sound in the room besides my heavy breathing…

Rough and coarse bark scratching my back, splinters digging their way deep into my skin.

Unable to move. My hands tied behind my back, rope burn permeating my wrists as I struggled and strained against my bondage. Cold and metallic chains strapping my body against the trunk of a great tree.

I was nestled between two great shrubs, on both sides of me. Realizing that escape was futile, I inspected my surroundings. In which I was chained to a large tree, in the middle of a great clearing, which sat in the middle of an endless forest.

And this tree that I was attached to stood in the center of a large symbol, etched in dirt and mud. I recognized the drawing now–a circle within a square, within a triangle, within a circle, the tree sitting at the tip of the triangle.

This is where I was earlier.

This is where they had found me.

I saw them again, the perpetrators. The same ones in my room and the ones chasing me through the woods. I could never get a direct look at them, only appearing in the far corners of my eyes.

But what I was able to get a glimpse of was their scaley bodies, caked with muscles. Beasts that made Joaquin look like a twig in comparison to their mountain-like bodies, comprised of great boulders serving as shoulders, chests the size of buses, and thighs so monstrously thick they could’ve served as tree trunks.

I struggled to get free. But it was impossible. Even trying to call out for help proved ineffective, words could not come out my lips. All I could do was watch helplessly as the horrid dicks between their legs, so large that they physically reached down to their kneecaps, grew even larger.

Now they were fully erect and rigid, swollen and girthy, and pulsating ceaselessly. A demonically red hue coloring their engorged shafts, they gripped their jagged claws around their heavy dicks and began jerking off.

I was only able to squirm in place helplessly, unable to move or break the chains that bind me. I was their prisoner.

They quickened their pace. Speaking to eachother in a language that I did not understand but sent chills of uneasiness down my spine as they laughed in alien tongue.

Howls and growls from the both of them caused me to brace myself. They were getting close…

Their meaty cockheads directed right towards me, they unleashed a seemingly endless barrage of cum. Plastering every inch of my naked and exposed body under thick rivers of jizz.

I thought it was over. Then came the burning sensation…

First came the smell of burning skin and cooking meat. Then the sounds of boiling and bubbling met my ears, like a pot left too long on the stove…

Like acid, I watched in quiet horror as the skin on my body melted away in thick lumps. Skin and fat roasting off my body, leaving only exposed muscle underneath…

“Marcos!” Joaquin’s voice flooded my ears, “Yo, wake up!”

I nearly jumped out of bed swinging, only calming down when I saw Joaquin by my bedside. But before I could even start to describe the horrifying dream I had, Joaquin placed a firm finger over my lips and whispered, “Don’t say anything. Just meet me in the garage.”

Still on edge, my hands shaking, I managed to nod understandingly. Joaquin tiptoed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I laid back in bed, the springs squeaking underneath my weight, still racking my brain over the two dreams I had last night. Once an accident. Twice a coincidence…

It was a significant struggle to get out of bed. I had to roll back and forth clumsily and awkwardly, like a turtle on his back, before I was finally able to get my feet on the floor. Then when I stood on my two feet, I noticed I had become uncomfortably heavy, with bated breath, I stood in front of the mirror on the wall.

I almost didn’t recognize the individual staring back at me in the mirror.

The big brute of a man was broad and muscular, with the wide shoulders of a quarterback, and beefy biceps to match. His chest, wide and muscular, each pec capped with a big puffy nipple. And his cut six pack abs were to die for!

I spent an embarrassingly long amount of time touching and stroking my new body of muscle and brawn. Watching and feeling with fascination of how these juicy pecs felt in the palm of each hand and, while perfectly defined, how soft my abs were. Every inch of muscle looked perfect to lick and kiss all over.

My eyes drifted downwards to my pronounced bulge. Cupping and rubbing myself, still somewhat in disbelief of my brand-new appearance. Now both ripped and hung, I didn’t even get dressed, eagerly rushing out of my room in only my underwear and running down the hallway towards the garage.

I had to adjust for all this new weight I had on me, as I nearly crashed into the door. Stopping myself in the nick of time, I twisted the knob and swung the door open to enter the garage.

There, I was met with the next shocking sight of the day.

Standing like Superman with his hands on his waist, Joaquin stood totally naked before me. His body, big and brawny, was impressive undoubtedly. But my eyes drifted down to his dick–looking as though a forearm were literally jutting straight out of his body–it stood insurmountably girthy and gargantuan.

Our eyes met.

And we immediately burst into laughter.

Despite our differences, as brothers often have, we were now completely identical in terms of both our bodies and dicks! Both of us were now muscled and strong, and incredibly hung to the likes of porn stars!

I immediately swung my dick out of my underwear and excitingly approached my packin’ lil’ bro.

He was already prepared, making a first strike by ramming his heavy cock against mine. Striking back, I whacked my quickly hardening dick against his. The combined weights of our pricks slapping against eachother sent jolts of pleasure throughout my body with each contact.

Both our dicks were enormous. We were now fully identical in both length and girth. I noticed that even the fat veins that colored our shafts seemingly mirrored one another, and that our pubes were now both bushy and untamed.

Our balls swinging madly, slapping against our thighs and the undersides of our shafts with each heavy whack of our pricks against eachother. Both our us tightly gripping the base of our shafts, unable to fully control the impressive weight of our boners smacking and swiping eachother.

Joaquin and I carried on playing Dick Wars, swordfighting and laughing wildly over how freakishly large we both were now.

Then came the knock on the door.

Joaquin and I displaying our best “Oh shit!” look, I quickly pulled up my underwear as Joaquin jumped behind a weight bench to conceal his lower half.

The door opened, my back towards it as I couldn’t even dare turn around with my boner threatening to tear out of my underwear, “What’s so funny in here?” Came Oscar’s voice.

“Nothing!” Joaquin snapped back sharply, “Go back to sleep.”

I gave a stern look in Joaquin’s direction, serving as a nonverbal reminder to calm down. With my back turned towards my little brother, “It’s nothing, Oscar,” I calmy explained, “We were just acting stupid, that’s all. We’re working out.”

“In your underwear?” Oscar pointedly questioned.

Now it was my turn to come up with something, “Y-Yeah!” I tried to explain, “There was an article I read online about working out in your underwear, be-because it’s better for like…erm…circulation!”

“Yeah!” Joaquin jumped back in, “And your blood flow!”

I rolled my eyes. Joaquin wasn’t helping.

I turned my head over my shoulder to try to get a glance at Oscar. His head peeking through the door, the look on his face remained unconvinced, “You two look really, uhh, swole…” He commented.

“Oh yeah! Ya’ know, I sometimes wear really baggy clothing so it’s kinda hard to see.” I explained away, “Like, I’ve been really hitting up the gym on campus, soooooo…”

Oscar was still skeptical.

His eyes said everything as they drifted back and forth between Joaquin and I, “Uh huh…” He nodded, “So what’s really going on here?”

I didn’t get the chance to respond, as Joaquin jumped right back in the midst of it, “Nothing!” He snapped, “Stop asking so many questions! Piss off unless you’re going to work out with us or else we’ll beat your ass like we used to back in middle school!”

Oscar complied and eventually stepped back out into the hallway, shooting Joaquin a nasty look before he did so, and shut the door.

We finally were able to take a breath. That was close. I immediately spun around and locked the door, my boner bouncing as I did so, ensuring there would be no more surprises in store.

“We need to be more subtle,” I warned Joaquin as soon as the lock turned, “Oscar will squeal the second he finds us out.”

“Yeah,” Joaquin concurred, “I’m going to rebury the tome later today, in a different spot this time. Far away!”

“Wait, wait!” I grabbed Joaquin’s arm, “Before you do, lemme make one more wish!”

I felt amazing in this new hunky body! And not even mentioning the newfound confidence I had with each inch of cock that the tome added. I needed one last thing before I was perfect!

“No, that’s it!” Joaquin insisted, “We already went too far! Oscar is asking too many questions, and Mom and Dad will be too!”

I was already becoming irked, “Oh, of course!” I shot back sarcastically, “I’m totally sure Oscar wasn’t suspicious when Joaquin came back from Tio Humberto’s farm absolutely jacked and with enough money to buy a Mustang! After all, Joaquin already got everything HE wanted, fuck everyone else!”

“Hey!” Joaquin barked, “I help out around here! I’m paying Mom and Dad rent now, unlike your broke ass!”

I opened my mouth to respond, but Joaquin cut me off, “Plus, it’s MY book! Why shouldn’t I get everything I want!?”

I was starting to get really sick of having to beg every time I wanted to use this tome, but I swallowed my pride and did so anyways, “Joaquin, this is shaping up to be the best Spring Break of my life! But there’s only three days left, and I just need one more wish to make it perfect!”

“No!” Joaquin was firm, placing his hands on his hips, “No more wishes! I already hid the book in a place where you’ll never find it!”

Well, there was a challenge. But I knew, despite his big muscles, that Joaquin was weak. And a big brother always knows where to strike, “Oh, I’m sure I won’t be able to find it!” I raised an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across my lips, “But Oscar certainly could…”

“You wouldn’t!” Joaquin contested me, his brow furrowing.

“And if Oscar can’t, then I’m sure Mom and Dad will once he tells them!” I laughed, “And you’re gonna be fucked for playing around with witchcraft!”

“I’ll erase your wishes!” Joaquin threatened me, “You’ll have nothing.”

“I’ll have every wish I want once I tell Oscar what you’ve been using him for,” I shot back, “Hell, he’ll probably even let me use his blood for both our wishes! While you’ll be stuck as a chubby geek locked in his bedroom playing video games and jerking off to porn all day…Just the way I left you, all over again.”

Joaquin held firm.

But the weakening of resolve was evident in his face. He sighed, relenting, “Damn it! Fine! One last wish, you got it!?”

Wrapping my arms around him in a big brotherly bear hug, “Oh! You’re the best lil’ brother anyone could ask for!”

This was only right. This tome seemed to be the only form of compensation I had for all the hard work I’ve put in the last couple years. In fact, maybe it was me who should’ve been the one to find it. But I didn’t mind sharing.

Begrudgingly, Joaquin led me to his bedroom, “Where’d you hide it?” I asked.

Joaquin dug through his hamper–throwing out worn underwear, sweaty jockstraps and socks, and a myriad of muscleshirts and tank tops until he pulled out the tome sitting at the very bottom, “Smart!” I complemented, “No one especially wants to dig through your sweaty clothes!”

Joaquin handed me the tome as I opened it and placed it on his desk. Flipping precariously through the pages until I reached the one where I had last written my previous two wishes.

Grabbing a nearby pen, I began writing: Marcos Ortiz comes into a great deal of non-taxable, free money.

“You know you have to wait until Oscar falls asleep, right?” Joaquin reminded me.

I laughed, throwing the pen on the table. Joaquin still didn’t understand what this was shaping up to be.

“Bro, who gives a shit!?” I grabbed him by his broad shoulders, “IT’S SPRING BREAK!”

The rest of the day and night was a blur to be quite honest.

The wait until the sun went down felt like an eternity. When the time came, we finally snuck back into Oscar’s room for the third time since we began using the mysterious tome. Following precedent, Joaquin pricked Oscar’s finger onto the ink of my last wish, and I quickly followed up by shooting my load onto the page. Piles of money were at the forefront of my mind as I orgasmed.

With that, I resigned myself back to bed where I quickly fell asleep.

Another fucked up dream disrupted my slumber. This time, the insurmountable beasts towered over me, shoving their clawed fingers down my throat. Choking and gagging me with my very own spit and bile as I tried to fight back but was unsuccessful in doing so.

Once my gullet was lubed and soaked, my throat sore from the rough and violent finger-fucking session, the two monsters produced a cloth sack. A metallic sound emanating from the shaking bag as they dug their claws inside and produced handfuls of golden coins.

One demon holding my mouth open, his fingers physically spreading my mouth and jaw wide open, while the other began forcibly shoving coins down my throat. Beginning with one token, then two, then three, until he finally began shoving them down by the fistful. Choking by this point, both my esophagus and gut stuffed with cold metal.

When I awoke, I felt as though I was suffocating. Unable to breathe, only able to cough and hack violently as I pounded away at my chest with my balled fist.

I finally was able to catch my breath after a few short minutes. My heart racing out of its chest, I had to verbally remind myself to calm down. It was only a dream. A bad dream.

Once an accident. Twice a coincidence. Three times a pattern.

It had to have been the tome.

Once I was sure that I was physically fine, my lungs full of air, it finally occurred to me to check my banking app. After all, we had followed all the steps properly and, as history tells us, my wish should’ve manifested into reality.

But the first thing that caught my attention when I glared at my phone was an email from the school. They had informed me that there was an error on my financial aid package, and in doing so they had vastly underpaid what I was owed for the upcoming semester.

I had never seen so many zeros in my bank account before.

Now uncannily aware of how shaky my breath was as I tried to comprehend the sight in front of me. My mind awash in the things I could buy and experience now that I had so much money to spend. Yet only one thing kept nagging me this entire week…

I wanted to experience the Spring Break I never had.

I wasted no time–quickly grabbing Joaquin and showing him all the money in my account, we put our heads together and came up with the idea for a mini-vacation that all three of us brothers could go on before Mom and Dad came home Sunday.

Hopping into Joaquin’s Mustang and heading down to the nearest car rental place, we rented out an Escalade for the following two days so all three of us could enjoy the sights and sounds and experiences awaiting us.

Returning home and waking up Oscar to inform him of the plan, we were met with incredulity and a pestering of questions. The straightforward answer didn’t placate him, he was still untrusting of the words coming out of my mouth and my explanations. He always was too smart for his own good.

Eventually, my patience wore thin, and I simply threatened him with, “Listen, we’re taking off whether you’re a part of it or not. Now we’ve got an Escalade sitting in the driveway and we’re driving off in an hour. Are you in or not?”

That seemed to convince him.

With our clothes and toiletries packed, we stuffed our bags into the trunk of the car and hopped in. With Joaquin behind the steering wheel, we sped off down dusty roads to Los Angeles.

The downpour had finally dissipated. Dark and ominous clouds gave way to bright and sunny skies, beautiful hues of orange and pink greeted us as the sun rose over the horizon. Beaming brightly down on us, the funk I was in immediately dissipated along with the rain as the shining glass of Downtown’s skyscrapers beckoned us.

The day was an absolute blast!

Driving down sunny beaches, crowded with bikini babes and hot dudes, the smell of ocean air running through the car as we rolled down the windows. Beachfront towns were bustling, sidewalks packed and businesses booming with both locals and tourists coming from all walks of life.

Around the afternoon, we decided to stop by a fancy-looking seafood restaurant for a late lunch. Snooty and stuffy, with fancy décor and a mandatory dress code, we were initially met with incredulity and a scrunched-up nose by the maître d’. But once I produced a fat wad of hundred-dollar bills, we were instantly catered to with five-star service and dessert on the house.

With several hours left in the day, Joaquin wanted to visit a strip club. Oscar and I refused; we hadn’t driven all the way to LA just to end up cooped up in some seedy strip joint. But we eventually settled on the next best thing and visited the Getty Villa, which boasted several pieces of art and culture from ancient Rome and Greece.

“You promised me there would be naked people here,” Joaquin shot testily into my ear once he realized where we were.

I pointed at the statue of a naked Aphrodite.

When the sun finally fell and dark began to creep across the southland, we decided to eventually head back to the hotel for the night and pick up again in the morning…

I awoke in bed. But unlike how I typically came to awaken from these disturbing dreams, I didn’t hop out of bed kicking and swinging.

Rather, this time I awoke groggily and in a deep aching pain, as though I had a hangover without having a single drop to drink. My vision blurry and unclear as I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and sat in silence and darkness.

I was in pain.

A burning, almost raw, sensation gripping my wrists and ankles as though they had just been unshackled for the first time in months. And, embarrassingly, a sharp and throbbing ache centering around my ass. Even sitting in bed was uncomfortable, as I forced myself to stand up and walk around the room.

Walking into the bathroom to flip on the lights and splash some water on my face, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My body was strong and in peak physical condition, the bulge in my underwear noticeable and bulbous, but my face looked droopy and tired.

“They’re getting worse,” I whispered to my reflection.

How could I possibly get a good night’s rest if every night I was having these horrific nightmares? Demons and devils, beasts and monsters, bigger and stronger than me with horrifically large dicks.

It was still early morning when I checked the clock on the nightstand. If I was up due to these nightmares, then I was sure Joaquin had to be as well.

It was time we had a talk.

Getting dressed, sloppily tossing on some sweats and a hoodie, I made sure to grab the keycard to my room before stepping out into the hallway.

My room was sandwiched between both Joaquin’s and Oscar’s, Joaquin to my right and Oscar to my left. I walked down velvet carpets to Joaquin’s room, carefully tapping on the door as to not wake any of the neighbors across the hallway.

The sound of chains unlatching and the door unlocking, as Joaquin poked his head through the gap of the door. Wordlessly, he stepped back and fully swung the door open so I could enter, “Can’t sleep?” He already seemed to know the answer as I stepped inside.

“I’ve just been having these really messed up dreams…” I admitted to him as I passed him by.

Joaquin nodded understandingly, “Tell me about it. I just try to get as little sleep as possible, only what I need to get through the day.”

“So, you’ve been having these dreams too?” I questioned, taking a seat at the desk the hotel provided each room, wincing in pain as I did so.

“Ever since I first began writing in that damn book,” Joaquin brandished the tome, which he had hidden in his duffel bag, “Things weren’t too bad at first, just bizarre stuff. Weird things that didn’t make any sense. But now…”

“But they’re getting more violent.” I finished his sentence, “The dream I just had was…”

I instinctively rubbed my wrists, which were chained and blood-soaked less than a few minutes ago.

“Fucked.” Was the only word I could come up with to describe what had happened in my dream, “Chained down and these two monsters, these demons, just…”

My hole still aching and throbbing in pain, feeling violated and abused in every which way. Being stretched to impossible lengths to accommodate beast-like cocks and gutfuls of boiling hot cum that cooked me from the inside out.

There was no way I could vocalize that to Joaquin. But he seemed to get the point.

“I guess it was just too good to be true,” He eventually spoke after a bout of silence.

My eyes met his, “The book,” He explained, examining the tome in his hands, “I guess just getting anything you want has to come with some sort of drawback.”

“Was it worth it?” I asked pointedly, “You look like a total one-eighty than the fat gamer nerd I left behind.”

“Husky!” Joaquin corrected, “And yes. It was worth it. I’m not going back.”

“Good.” I agreed, “I’m not either.”

And I meant it.

For too long I worked my ass off without any form of compensation. I was the one who got straight A’s throughout high school and was the first to go to college, and all I had ended up with was a skinny body, a crappy ride, and not a penny to my name.

Now was my opportunity to make this all right.

I deserved it.

“Welp,” Joaquin slapped his thigh as he stuffed the black book back in his bag, “It’s only a few more hours until morning. Let’s just stay awake until Oscar gets up and we’ll hit the road. This’ll is our last day until we have to head home.”

I nodded, “Well then, we better make it count!”

Oscar met Joaquin and I in the hotel’s restaurant. There we were served a hearty breakfast with all the trimmings, “I’m more of a chorizo and beans kinda person,” Oscar admitted as he took a bite of pancakes, “But this is good too!”

Back out on the streets, Joaquin wanted to visit the more iconic parts of Los Angeles. After some back-and-forth between the three of us of what exactly we wanted to see throughout our last day, we ended up agreeing to drive by Grauman’s Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard and go for a promenade on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Joaquin becoming increasingly more irritated as we twisted and turned around packed streets looking for a place to park, “Fuckin’ tourists.” He muttered under his breath as we took a turn onto Hollywood Boulevard for the fourth time, as though we were Angelenos ourselves.

I couldn’t blame him though. Both the theatre and landmarked row were flooded with tourists and visitors, all clamoring to take selfies with the stars of their favorite celebrities. Some even kneeling and kissing the ground beneath them in adoration of millionaires they had never even met.

I then felt the nudge on my shoulder, Joaquin leaning over the center console with a loud whisper, “Yo, Marcos.” He childishly giggled, “I dare you to moon them!”

I laughed it off, but Joaquin was serious, “Come on!” He tried to convince me, “Give them a good story to take back home!”

“You first!” I dared him back.

“I’m driving, dumbass!”

I caught a glimpse of Oscar in the rear-view mirror, sitting in the back of the car. Trying to hide the smile on his face as I peered behind my shoulder, “You in, lil’ bro?” I invited him to join me.

A bright red hue instantly flushing his face, “Uhhh, I-I don’t know.”

“Come on!” Joaquin berated, “Don’t be a pussy! They won’t even know who you two are! We’re gonna pass by the theatre in a minute, it’s now or never!”

“It’s just your nalgas,” I tried to convince him, “It’s not like you’re flashing something bad or anything!”

I could already see the crowds of people gathering in front of the landmark from down the street, and we were rapidly approaching. My heart beginning to race with fiendish fervor, “Come on, Oscar!” I called out to my little brother as I began unzipping my shorts and unbuckling my belt, “You can’t be scared of what Mom would think your entire life!”

“I’m not!” Oscar shot back.

“Well come on then!” I teased, “You’re with your brothers, not Mom and Dad.”

That seemed to win him over, as he began quickly fenagling with his own zipper and buttons, “Thirty seconds out!” Joaquin laughed as he began lowering both our windows from his side.

My heart beating rapidly in my chest now as I pulled down both my shorts and underwear to my ankles, my soft cock flopping around crazily with each bump in the road. Unbuckling my seatbelt as I took a glance in the rearview mirror to see Oscar doing the same, covering his junk with his hands as he slid his pants down to his knees.

“Get ready! We’re passing by in ten seconds!” Joaquin counted down as he slowed down the Escalade.

The three of us already in hysterics as I couldn’t believe what we were about to do. Placing my knees on the passenger’s seat, hand on the dashboard to steady myself, mentally readying myself to pop my ass out the window at moment’s notice.

“Get ready!” Joaquin excitingly yelped, “Three…Two…One. NOW!”

Without giving it a second thought, Oscar and I stuck our asses out both the front and back passenger windows simultaneously. Joaquin blaring the loud horn of the car as every eye turned at the source of the racket.

The feeling of the cool air brushing against my exposed asscheeks only accentuated the experience. And while I couldn’t see any faces, the gasps and wails from the shocked victims joined in with the sounds of honking and the laughter from the three of us inside the car.

Oscar was laughing so hard at what we were doing, he was crying. In fact, he was sticking so much of his rear end out the window, I was afraid he was going to slip through and out the car.

But everything was fine as we finally zipped past the crowds of tourists and got back in our seats. All three of us dying of hilarity, I was laughing so hard that I was struggling to breathe.

“We should’ve blown them a kiss!” Oscar suggested as we all broke into another round of raucous laughter.

“Holy shit! I can’t believe you did that!” Joaquin expressed, wiping tears from his face, “Especially Oscar!”

“Just don’t tell Mom!” Oscar pleaded, pulling up his pants, “She’d whoop my ass!”

“Oscar, you’re eighteen!” I reminded him, “Mom can’t do anything to you anymore! Just stay clear of the police and you’ll be fine.”

The sound of the police siren behind us informed me that God had a twisted sense of humor.

“Oh fuck!” Oscar cried, surprising both Joaquin and I that the words came out of his lips, “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to you guys! I’m gonna go to jail now!”

“Oscar, if you go to jail, I’ll go to jail too.” I attempted to assuage him, but then I realized that it probably didn’t help.

“Chill,” Joaquin reasoned, “Just let me talk to him. Let’s see if we can find a place alone…”

The siren blaring away behind us as Joaquin pulled into an alleyway. Tall buildings on either side of us, and not much more room to maneuver besides that. The police car, turning off his lights, pulled up behind us and cut off our only pathway of escape.

“Joaquin, don’t do anything stupid!” I whispered in my younger brother’s ear, “Just do what they tell you!”

“Chill!” He waved me off, “I know what I’m doing. Do you know how many episodes of Cops I’ve watched?”

“Yeah, I do. That’s what scares me.”

Oscar was a minute away from having a full-blown panic attack in the backseat, hyperventilating, and crossing himself as he prayed out to the Virgin Mary.

My shorts still haphazardly wrapped around my ankles, I quickly grabbed hold and brought them up to my waist. But I didn’t have the time to zip or button myself up as the police officer knocked on driver’s side window with the butt of his flashlight.

Joaquin plastering an award-winning smile on his face as he rolled down the window and greeted the cop with “Top o’ the morning to you, Officer!”

The officer did not look amused.

And while Joaquin and I were now both utterly ripped thanks to the magical tome, the two of us still looked like wimps compared to the beast of a man standing outside the car.

With dark ebony skin, the officer proudly brandished his bull-like body in a uniform that looked a size too small. But maybe that was the point, as it fully showcased his colossal biceps and bulky bodybuilder body to any possible no-do-gooder and give them second thought.

His eyes shielded behind a pair of aviators, but a single eyebrow raising as he promptly cut to the chase, “What the hell are you kids doing?” His deep booming voice resonating deep within me.

“I-I don’t understand,” Joaquin began, “I-I-I-I plead the tenth!”

The beast of an officer sighed, shining his spotlight directly in Joaquin’s face, “How old are you, son?”

“Twenty-one, officer.” He readily provided.

Then he flashed it towards me, “Twenty-two, sir.” I responded.

And then finally lighting up the entire backseat, Oscar looked straight ahead as though ignoring him would make the officer go away, “He’s eighteen, sir.” I answered on Oscar’s behalf.

“License and registration?”

Joaquin nodded, fishing out his wallet and handing the officer his driver’s license. He then reached over, extending his arm towards the glove compartment to grab the registration.

But the second he opened the compartment, a heavy wad of cash spilled out onto the floor by my feet.

The flashlight immediately illuminating the stack of hundred-dollar bills, “That’s a lotta money!” He calmly remarked, but the implication behind his words was serious.

“I-It’s mine, officer!” I fessed up immediately, “I, uh…It-It’s a really funny story, actually-”

“Actually, officer.” Joaquin cut me off, reaching over and picking up the cash from the floor, “We have no idea whose money this is! In fact, it might all just be yours!”

To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I had heard him right. Joaquin was a bit dense, sure, but surely not stupid enough to try to bribe a police officer.

The cop himself looked stunned as well, as though he himself couldn’t believe what Joaquin was offering. His face frozen as he quietly contemplated the scene in front of him, Joaquin holding the cash mere inches away from his face, “Sir, step out of the car.” He commanded as he swung the driver door open.

“Wait, what?” Joaquin questioned but didn’t get an answer as he was physically wrangled out of the car and onto the ground.

“Wait! Officer!” I cried out as he pulled out the handcuffs, “Wait! No, no, no, no, no!”

“Stay where you are!” He commanded me.

“Marcos, help!” Joaquin whelped from the ground, “Do something!”

Panicking, in the next step of a series of stupid solutions, I unbuckled my seatbelt and hopped out of the car in an effort to explain the situation. Swinging open the passenger door and running around the front of the car to play mediator, I froze at the sight of the barrel of the officer’s gun, “STOP!” He ordered at the top of his lungs.

Instinctually, I froze in place and raised my hands high in the air.

And then my shorts and underwear came swooping down to my ankles.

I didn’t get the opportunity to properly button or tighten my belt. Wincing in embarrassment as I looked down on my naked bottom half, my cock and balls swinging freely between my legs.

I looked up at the officer, who had the same shocked reaction as Oscar sitting in the backseat of the car. The officer slowly holstered his gun and took off his sunglasses, his dark eyes glued to my swaying cock.

Shit, I had nothing to lose at this point, “Anyway we can work this out, officer?” I winked.

His eyes met mine. Wordlessly, he spun around and picked Joaquin off the ground and instructed him to wait in the driver’s seat of the Escalade.

Then he turned his attention to me. Firmly gripping me by the arm as he physically dragged me towards the police car. Waddling, trying not to fall flat on my face as my shorts remained tangled around my ankles, he spun me around and sat me on the hood on his cruiser.

I didn’t even get the opportunity to piece together what exactly was going on until he fell to his knees and instantly popped my hardening cock in his mouth, “Oh fuck!” I shouted out in realization of what was happening.

His strong hand tightly stroking my shaft as he worked his tongue and lips around my engorged cockhead. My dick growing in the palm of his hand, expanding and growing girthier as his moans became increasingly muffled by my thick tip.

My toes curling in pleasure as he popped his mouth off the head. Both his hands now firmly wrapped around my rod, with several inches still left uncovered, “I think I should arrest you for improper exhibition of a weapon,” He joked, planting a wet kiss on my leaking tip, “But I think I’ll overlook it this time!”

“Oh, thank you officer!” I played along, “But wait until we get to the discharge of a firearm!”

Laughing, the cop dragged his wet tongue from my balls all the way to my cockhead.

I took this as the opportunity to finally get comfortable, kicking off my shoes and shaking my ankles through my shorts and underwear. Leaving my bottom half totally naked and exposed felt exhilarating, and an exhibitionist thrill rushed through my body.

Spreading my legs, now no longer constrained by my underwear, I really let him get into it. His head bopping up and down on my dick, deepthroating me and firmly planting his nose deep within my pubes. I threw my body back and sprawled out on the hood of the police car, moaning loudly towards the sky as the cop moved down my fat shaft and began slobbering over my nutsack.

I was loving every second of this pure and adoring worship of my meaty dick. I had a cop, a man of the law, literally sucking my balls. Popping each hairy nut inside his mouth and leaving my entire sack shining with a thick coat of slobber.

Once it was deemed that my cock was sufficiently lubed and coated, he finally arose and stood on his feet. Standing before me and my spread legs, like a stripper at a Chippendale’s show, he ripped open his uniform with a single tug.

I immediately hopped off the hood of the car and began greedily licking and kissing every single inch of exposed muscles; chiseled and defined. Biting and teasing big dark nipples, planting kisses over his magnificent chest, and dragging my tongue across impeccable abs.

He loved it. His grunts and moan serving as further encouragement for me to really go all out while he unbuckled his belt and dropped his slacks to the floor.

His underwear following soon after, kicking them off his legs as he threw himself onto the hood of the car. His beautifully sculpted ass shaking, pointed directly towards me, I knew exactly what he wanted me to do.

Licking my lips as my hands caressed his muscular black booty. Soft and squeezable, yet the dusting of hair across his cheeks made it exquisitely masculine.

My fingers digging between his cheeks and spreading them wide, I got the first glimpse of his winking hole. Mouthwatering goodness, I worked up a wad of spit in my mouth before splattering it against his hungry asshole.

My hands gripping the base of my boner now, I cautiously wondered how he would be able to handle my immense girth. But the hesitations immediately subsided the second I lined up my leaking slit with his hole and plunged right in.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head, “You’re so fucking tight!”

The officer unleashed a mighty moan, echoing off brick walls, “And you’re so fucking big!”

Despite my worry, the officer easily took my massive rod up the ass like no problem. He was clearly experienced, as his hole stretched and tightly hugged my dick as I slid deeper inside of him, embracing his warmth.

His throbbing tightness was something I was never felt before. Such intensity gripping around every inch of cock I had inside of him, I had to remind myself to calm down before I busted my load way too early.

With a pervy fascination, I examined how his hole was stretching and accommodating to my enormous dick. His lips forming a tight bond with my shaft that continually urged me to keep sliding into him.

I did so. Only stopping once I had every inch of dick deep inside of the cop, my pubes brushing against his perfectly muscular cheeks, “Give it to me, boy!” He groaned, “Fuck me!”

“Whatever you say, officer!”

I began wildly pounding away. His ass bouncing with every single thrust I gave to him, my balls slapping against his taint as the two of us entered a whole new plane of pleasures.

Our moans and yells of pleasure echoing down the alleyway, as by this point we didn’t give a fuck. Like a dog in heat, his ass wordlessly begging to be filled to the brim with hot jizz from a boy nearly half his age.

I was happy to oblige.

Picking up the pace, ramming harder and faster now, I rabidly raced to achieve the goal of blissful orgasm.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” I warned him, giving him one last chance.

“Gimmie all that seed, boy!” He ordered, slapping his ass as he did so.

With one mighty last thrust, I threw my body on top of his as I exploded deep within his ass. The both of us, the officer and I, shouting not only in orgasmic delight but in total surprise of how quickly I had absolutely filled his ass.

In no time, thick streams of cum began erupting from his ass despite my cock still firmly plugged inside of him. Leaking and sputtering across his thighs and the hood of the car, I instantly pulled out in panic.

Not a good decision.

Like a water hose that wouldn’t turn off, I continually sprayed thick ropes of jizz out of my dick everywhere in sight. Even trying to use my thumb to block my slit was akin to a bottle of champagne, as it began to shoot out even lengthier distances.

By the time I had finally finished jizzing everywhere, I was left with the sight of thick globs of cum splattered all over the ass and muscular back of the officer and rivers of jizz streaking down the hood of the police cruiser.

“Uhhhh, sorry!” Was the only thing I could think of, realizing the mess I had made.

The officer, thankfully, didn’t seem to mind though. Sliding off the hood of the car with thick streams of jizz running out of his now-ruined hole, he quietly picked up his clothes before giving me a, “Get outta here, kid!”

With a sigh of relief, thanking him, I picked up my shorts and underwear from the ground and immediately got back in the Escalade. Not even bothering to get dressed, I merely covered myself as I buckled in my seatbelt.

Joaquin, hands gripped on the steering wheel, silently stared at the rearview mirror as the cop reversed out of the alleyway. Oscar, in the backseat, sitting quietly as he had his hands covering his face in embarrassment.

Silence.

“Well, sorry guys!” I sheepishly offered, “I had to do what I had to do! Should’ve rolled up the windows or somethin’.”

Joaquin broke, a smile spreading across his face as he pointed directly at my face, “Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!”

I swatted his hand away, “My gay ass just saved your ass!” I reminded him, “Now get us out of here, numbnuts!”

All in all, it was a good way to cap off our visit to LA.

It was already nighttime by the time we returned home. We dropped off the Escalade at the lot and took an Uber for the rest of the trip.

Oscar thanking us for bringing him along for the mini vacation, but then excusing himself to take a shower and head to bed. Joaquin and I knew there would be no rest for us, but we quietly retreated to our respective bedrooms nonetheless, at the very least to avoid arousing any more suspicion from our youngest brother.

I laid in bed. Lights on. Fighting against heavy eyelids in an attempt to stay awake. Absentmindedly scrolling through social media, reminding myself that I couldn’t post any pictures of my Spring Break in an attempt to avoid awkward questions. I was finally distracted by a knock at the door.

“Come in!” I called out.

Joaquin snuck in, ensuring to fully shut the door behind him as he brandished the dark tome in his hands. My interest was immediately piqued, but no further wishes came to my mind, “What’s up?” I asked, not bothering to budge out of my place on the bed.

Joaquin sighed. Opening the tome and skimming through the pages until he landed on the few final pages, where our wishes lay. Shaking his head, “Listen,” he began.

I already had a sinking feeling in my stomach, but I attempted to remain stonefaced as he continued, “I think it’s best if we maybe start crossing out some of the wishes you’ve made.”

“The wishes I made!?” I cried out, leaping out of bed and meeting Joaquin head on, “How about some of the wishes YOU made?”

“Hey!” He barked, “I made my wishes over the course of entire weeks! You made yours over TWO DAYS! Mom and Dad are coming back tomorrow, and they’re going to know something’s up!”

I had to calm myself, but it wasn’t working. Joaquin was jealous, he always was.

“No way!” I defiantly shook my head, “I love the way I am now! I’m not going back to the way things were! Where you had everything, and I was left with jack shit!”

“Well, we have to figure something out!” Joaquin snapped back angrily, “Oscar already knows something is up, and if Mom and Dad find out then we’re both screwed! And I’M especially not going back to the way I used to be because YOU got greedy!”

“I’M greedy!?” I spat back, “How long did you have that fucking tome for and didn’t say anything!? You got everything you wanted, and now that I have something, you want to take it away from me!”

I only forced myself to quiet down at the realization that Oscar was in the room down the hall, and I didn’t want to give him an excuse to come over snooping. Joaquin and I remained silent, trying to figure out what to do, “Listen,” I explained, “We’re both really tired and just came back from a long trip. Mom and Dad aren’t coming back until tomorrow evening. Let’s just try to get the rest we can and talk about it in the morning.”

That seemed to placate Joaquin for now, “Fine. I’ll hold onto the book, and we’ll talk about it later,” He agreed, “But we’re getting rid of this book for good, one way or the other.”

“Fine.” I nodded.

Joaquin turned, ready to walk out of the room with the tome nestled under his pit. But the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach soon returned, “Wait a second!” I physically gripped him by the shoulder, “How do I know you won’t just cross out my wishes tonight?” I demanded to know.

He opened his mouth to respond, but I quickly snatched the book away, “I’ll hold onto it!” I insisted.

“No way!” Joaquin grabbed it back, “How do I know you won’t erase MY wishes, huh?”

I wrestled it back into my hands, “I’m the oldest!” I reminded him.

He snapped it back, “It’s MY book!”

Grunting back and forth as we both attempted to pry the other’s hands off the tome. Trying to keep quiet as to not gain any unwanted attention, we resorted to quietly twisting the other’s nipples and strongarming the other into dropping the book. But we were both unsuccessful, the fact that we were of identical strength and physicality resulted in a stalemate.

Then came the sound of running water from the bathroom. Oscar had begun his nightly shower.

“Oscar’s room!” Joaquin suggested after minutes of quiet struggling, “We’ll hide it in Oscar’s room! Under the mattress! That way neither of us can get to it!”

As far as Joaquin’s suggestions were, that certainly wasn’t the worst.

As Oscar was busy in the shower, we quickly scurried into his room where we buried the tome between his mattress and the bedframe. And while Oscar was a heavy sleeper, I really doubt even he could sleep through someone rummaging underneath his mattress.

With the tome secured firmly in Oscar’s room, we sat side-by-side in the living room until Oscar wished us a goodnight. With Oscar and the tome positioned inside his room, only then did Joaquin and I return to our bedrooms for the night.

I tried to go to sleep.

But my eyes wouldn’t close. I simply laid there in the dark room by my lonesome, my eyes glued to the ceiling and my ears opened for any sounds coming from the next room.

Nothing of note. Quiet rumblings, heavy footsteps back and forth, the sound of a video game.

Then I heard the squeak of his door opening.

This was it! I had just caught him!

Hopping out of bed and tiptoeing towards my door, trying my best not to make too much racket, where I slowly turned the knob and peeked outside into the dark hallway. There, I was met with Joaquin who was peeking his head out of his own door.

We made eye contact.

“Ha! I caught you!” He laughed, “I knew you were going to try something!”

“Nuh uh!” I corrected, “I caught YOU trying to do something!”

This wasn’t working.

Eventually, we decided that the best way to handle our suspicion was to simply keep our eyes on eachother. There, we both sat in the pitch-black living room on opposite sides of the couch. Our phone screens serving as the only source of light and distraction, although each of us occasionally caught glances of the other looking at his direction.

We kept up the back-and-forth past midnight, into the very early hours of the morning. It was only then that Joaquin let his guard down and slouched over the armrest where he finally knocked out.

It was only once I was positively sure that he was out of it, that I let my heavy eyelids win out. Shutting my eyes firmly and drifting off into sleep…

And for the first time since I began to write in the tome, I slept peacefully.

I awoke sprawled out on the living room couch, my arm serving as a makeshift pillow.

The rain had returned once again. Worse than before, heavy winds and hail now joined the ferocious rainstorm in an impressive show of Mother Nature’s fury.

Joaquin was missing.

I forced myself off the couch with a mighty stretch and yawn, walking into the kitchen where I splashed my face with some water and began brewing my morning cup of coffee. It was in the kitchen that I finally caught a glimpse at the time, nine o’ clock in the morning.

Strange. Joaquin should’ve woken me up for our next workout session. But we had both stayed up late, so it was understandable if he slept in just as I had.

Mom and Dad would be home in a matter of hours. It was time Joaquin and I had a talk about what exactly we intended to do with the tome. All I knew was that I wasn’t going back to the way things used to be.

But as I caught my reflection looking through the window at the dark murky day, I realized that I wasn’t even given a fighting chance.

Still in disbelief at the reflection looking back at me, waving my hands and making a variety of faces to ensure that it was actually me in the glass, panic began to seep in.

Grabbing the brim of my shirt and raising it to my chest revealed only lean and slender muscle. Bulging biceps and cut sixpack abs were nowhere in sight.

“No! No, no, no, no!” I cried, my worried face reflecting back to me, “Please, God. Don’t tell me…”

Bracing myself for the worst, I latched my thumb under the bands of both my sweats and underwear and peeked down below. Resting lazily between my legs was my perfectly average-sized dick, of typical length and girth, nothing gargantuan about it.

“FUCK!” I shouted as the realization settled in, “JOAQUIN!”

Sprinting madly out of the kitchen, knocking coffee all over the countertop in doing so, I ran down the hallway and to Joaquin’s room where I nearly slammed into his door in my attempt to get inside, “Joaquin! I’m going to kick your ass!” I threatened as I finally barged my way inside his room.

The door crashing against the wall as I forced my way inside, I was immediately ready to begin pummeling the second I saw my younger brother. But instead, I was caught off guard by who exactly I was looking at.

Short and chubby, with thick-framed glasses and a smearing of acne across his jawline. His clothes far too tight and ill-fitting. It was the boy that I had left behind last semester. He had returned, replacing his fitter and handsomer self.

Silence.

Oscar and I staring at each other in total shock. Returned to our original forms against our wills, losing every ounce of confidence and swagger that we had once had. Those days of vacationing and big dicked antics seemed far behind us as our eyes finally met one another’s.

And then, breaking the silence in unison, we realized, “OSCAR!!!”

The both of us getting stuck in the doorframe as we both tried to run out his room, we stumbled into the hallway and ran to Oscar’s door.

I couldn’t open the door to Oscar’s room. The knob turned successfully, but there was something heavy that was blocking the room from the inside. I slammed my palm against the solid wood, “Oscar!” I called through the door, “Hey, buddy! Just open the door! We just wanna talk!”

I tried to remain calm, but the panic and rushing anxiety came through in the shrill cry of my voice.

Joaquin was far less patient, slamming his closed fist against the door with all his might, “Open the fucking door, Oscar!” He demanded, slamming his full weight against it, “Give it back! It’s MY book!”

“Oscar, just listen to me!” I attempted to be the voice of reason, “There’s no reason why this needs to be a competition, we can ALL get what we want! Open the door and we can explain everything!”

“We’re brothers!” I continued, my voice becoming more and more desperate as I continued to beg, “We always have each other’s backs! So just open the door and let’s talk this out!”

“GIVE IT BACK, YOU FUCKING THIEF!” Joaquin hollered, slamming the sole of his foot against the door, “GIVE ME MY BOOK BACK! GIVE ME EVERYTHING BACK!”

I physically had to wrestle Joaquin away from the door, he was banging and pounding on it so hard, “Stop!” I gritted in his ear, “Joaquin, it’s you and me. We can get everything back, but we need Oscar’s blood to do it!”

That seemed to calm him down, breathing heavily while I held his arms behind his back, “I’m going to fucking kill him!” He whispered back to me, tears beginning to well in his eyes, “I just want to go back. That’s all I want, Marcos…”

“Just stay calm,” I reminded him, “And we can get everything back! The body, the dick, and the money! He already knows about the book, just play along for now until we can talk him into giving his blood for our wishes. And then-”

“And then we take the tome back!” Joaquin finished my thought, “And hide it! Somewhere only you and I know of.”

“And deny, deny, deny when Mom and Dad come back and Oscar snitches to them!” I played out the rest of the scenario.

“We’ll have to cross out whatever he wished for,” Joaquin whispered in an even lower voice, “We can explain away what happened to you, but all three of us? It’ll be too obvious.”

I nodded solemnly, loosening my grip on his arms as he freed himself.

At that time, the heavy and imposing footsteps from behind the door progressively got louder. Then the sound of furniture scraping across the floor as whatever heavy blockade was behind the door was being displaced.

Then the doorknob twisted and the door slowly creaked open…

Both Joaquin and I slowly stepping back, our backs pressing against the far wall, as we tilted our heads up at the sight of Oscar struggling to fit through the doorframe as he stepped into the hallway.

“Holy shit,” Joaquin spoke for the both of us.

“H-Hey, Oscar!” I tried to sound jovial, like nothing was out of the ordinary, but I failed miserably as the tension and dread came through in droves, “I-If you gave us a minute, we could explain everything!”

Oscar crossed his bulky arms expectingly, his eyebrow raising as a nonverbal cue to continue.

“Y-Y-You see,” I stuttered and stammered as the sudden realization hit me that Oscar could literally toss the both of us down the hallway at any moment, “Joaquin had the book for WEEKS and hid it from the both of us!”

“Oh, you asshole!” Joaquin spat poisonously at me before redirecting his attention to Oscar, “Marcos knew about the book for the last two days and hid it from you! Where do you think he got all the money to go on vacation from!?”

“Hey, Oscar!” I got his attention, his head turning in my direction, “You and me, right? Big bro and lil’ bro working together! We can share the tome and get everything you and I want!”

Joaquin shoving me to the side, sending me almost crashing to the floor if I hadn’t held onto the wall, “Fuck that!” Joaquin shouted, “Oscar, it’s my book! You and I should be the ones sharing it! Hell, in fact, you can KEEP it! All I want is my old body and dick back. What happens after that is up to you!”

“No, no, no!” I jumped back in the conversation, “Oscar! You and I are the smart ones here, not Joaquin! This tome is a million-dollar idea! We can see wishes to people! You don’t think people will spend thousands of dollars to get their wish to come true!?”

“Listen to him, Oscar! Do you really think Marcos will let you take half his money?” Joaquin pointed at me, “Yes, I said half HIS money! Because all he ever thinks about is himself! He’s a selfish prick!”

“Not as selfish as hiding the book from everyone for weeks!” I retaliated.

“Just before you opened the door, he was planning on how to steal the book back from you!” Joaquin squealed as my face turned a bright cherry red, “You can’t trust him! He thinks he’s entitled to all of this!”

I placed my hand across my heart in a show of sincerity, softening my voice as I approached my little brother, “Oscar, I know you know how unfair it is to work so hard and yet get nothing in return! With this tome, we can finally get rewarded for all the hard work we’ve done!”

I pointed at Joaquin, “This moron has never worked a day in his life!”

A stinging pain shot out across my hand as Joaquin slapped it out of the air, “I was the one who found the book on Tio Humbeto’s farm!” He defended, “Marcos knew about the book for the past two days and said nothing about you! All his wishes were about himself! In fact, he even joined in on trying to hide it from you too!”

“If I’M bad!” He pointed at himself, “He’s just as guilty as me!”

In a brief moment of self-realization, I realized how ridiculous we must’ve looked to Oscar. Him, both metaphorically and now literally, looking down on us pointing our fingers at one another like toddlers.

Oscar was unimpressed, “Wow!” Was all he could muster.

I recoiled at the sound of the deep thunderous voice coming out of his mouth. I surely didn’t expect that to come out of him.

He continued, pausing for a brief moment, “You’re both kinda dicks…”

In an epic show of humility, Joaquin physically dropped to his knees, “Oscar, I’m sorry!” He pleaded, “Please let’s just move on from this! You and me, baby bro! We don’t need Marcos for this, he’s leaving us again later today anyways!”

Not one to be outdone, I crashed to my knees and cried out, “Oscar, the last two days with you have been some of the best days of my life! Please, let’s just work this out between us! Joaquin lied to the BOTH of us!”

Oscar had been towering over the both of us before. But now, on our knees in front of him, he looked absolutely God-like. An overwhelming titan of muscle, masculinity, and testosterone.

But, despite his physical changes in appearance, there was something so intrinsically Oscar about the skeptical look in his eyes as they drifted back and forth between his older brothers.

“Well…” Oscar began, scratching his chin, “I was actually going to suggest that all three of us could get what we wanted…”

“Yes, thank you!” Joaquin praised, “Thank you, Oscar!”

An indescribable weight was lifted off my shoulders as I finally felt that I could finally breathe again, “Oh, thank you Oscar!” I cried out following Joaquin, “Thank you for showing such great mercy upon us!”

“Kissass,” Joaquin muttered under his breath.

“Dipshit,” I whispered back at him

“But then,” Oscar continued, his booming voice echoing down the hallway, “I just realized how fucking pathetic the both of you really were. I can’t actually believe I used to look up to the both of you.”

Initially, I would’ve just shrugged Oscar’s words off as just the bitterness of being the youngest brother. But it wasn’t until I saw our reflection in his irises, how small and pitiful we looked on our knees, that it sunk in for me.

“No, no, no, no, no!” I pleaded, crawling on my hands and knees to where I was able to wrap my arms around his gigantic legs, “Please, Oscar! Don’t say that!”

Joaquin did the same, holding firm of his other leg, “Whatever you want from us, Oscar! Amber, Victoria, Melanie, whichever girl you want to bang!” He offered, “How about all of them? I’ll even let you cuck me!”

“He can just wish for women, you idiot!” I spat at him through clenched teeth, “He doesn’t want your sloppy seconds!”

“Well, it’s not like you have anything to offer, broke ass!” He hit back.

The both of us instantly shoved backwards and onto the floor as Oscar shook the both of us off on him like a dog does fleas. He stepped forward, standing over the both of us with his legs firmly rooted on each of our far sides, containing the both of us between his feet.

And looking up at him, I could only think of one thing.

He looked just like the figures from my dreams…

Minus the scaled skin and hoofed feet, of course. But his body was far bigger and stronger than Joaquin and I at our prime, with great boulders sitting upon his shoulders and a midsection chiseled out of stone. His thighs so unbelievably muscled and toned, they looked fit to crush a melon…or a head.

And as I thought back to each one of my horrific nightmares, recalling every detail I possibly could about the beasts that brutalized me, only one last thing came to mind…

My eyes gradually drifting down past stacks of muscle and brawn, they eventually rested upon his almighty bulge…

Where it looked as though his underwear was physically shredding at the seams in the failing attempt to constrain not only his mammoth thighs, but his phenomenally herculean shaft and bulky ballsack.

“What I want…” Oscar began to toy with us, taking his time and putting a dramatic pause between each word.

“Is to stay this way…” He continued, running his hands across great muscles and mass.

Then I heard it.

RIIIIIIIIIIIP!

Muscles that I didn’t even know existed started bulging out, fat veins coursing through, as the fabric of the underwear began to literally tear and shred around his massive thighs.

Then, with a single tug, he snapped the elastic band off around his waist and discarded the shredded underwear to the side.

Joaquin and I gasped simultaneously at the shocking sight in front of us. My asshole intrinsically puckering up seeing Oscar’s horridly enormous cock, weightily swinging back and forth like a grandfather clock, it carried such an abnormal thickness and girth.

“Forever.” He finished his sentence.

There was simply no way for this to be physically possible in a normal realm, this was undoubtedly the work of the supernatural. He had to have wished for this…

“Oscar!” Joaquin yelped, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you!?”

I had to concur, “Oscar, there is no way you can physically use that thing!” I warned, pointing at it dangling between his legs, “It will not fit in anything!”

“Oh, I’ll make it fit.” Was his answer, smirking all the while.

I turned to face Joaquin, who was laying on the ground besides me. Our eyes meeting, in full understanding of what he was intending on doing to us.

There was only one way you could make your wishes permanent.

“Marcos,” Joaquin’s eyes full of worry, “…RUN!”

He and I scurrying off the floor in a hurry, but I didn’t even get the chance to stand on my feet before I was immediately yanked off the ground and found myself grasped in an iron headlock. My neck pinned between Oscar’s monstrous bicep and his thick hairy forearm as Joaquin managed to slip away, running down the hallway, “Joaquin!” I called out, “Help me!”

Too late, he had already slipped out the back door and into the garage.

“That’s alright,” Oscar chuckled, “I’ll make do with just you for now, Marcos.”

With all my strength, I attempted to pry his arm away from me, but it was physically impossible. As though he made as sturdy as steel and rock, any attempt to wiggle loose or fight free were in vain. Even as I wildly kicked and kneed him, trying to knock him off balance, I felt as though I were fighting against the inevitable as he dragged my unwilling body down the hallway and towards the living room.

“Oscar, you can’t!” I begged my little brother as he forced me down to my knees, “Please, just think about this!”

“Oh, I’ve thought plenty,” Oscar replied, “Believe me, I’ve put far more thought into this book than either of you have.”

His bulbous cockhead directed right towards me; his leaking slit like a running faucet producing a literal waterfall of precum. Even while soft, he had to have been at least just as thick as Joaquin and I had previously been while fully erect.

How could Oscar even think such a physically outrageous cock would be attractive?

“No!” I attempted to recoil away, but the mighty hand on top of my head was too firm, “JOAQUIN! JOAQU-URMPH!”

My mouth was instantly assaulted by his beast-like prick, roughly shoving his immense girth inside of me. My lips stretching to ridiculous proportions as my jaw widened as much as physically possible in a weak attempt to accommodate Oscar inside of me.

Fuck! This wasn’t good! I could feel him growing even larger inside my mouth! His cock was expanding, growing even girthier and thicker inside of me…

I tried to call out for help, one last yell for Joaquin to come and get me out of this. But I couldn’t do it. Instead, Oscar threw his head back and let out a hearty moan, “Oh fuuuuuuuuck!” He exclaimed, “I mean, I knew blowjobs must’ve been good. But shit…”

This was humiliating. The entire household order was flipped. My little brother was now the man of the house.

I couldn’t respond, only able to violently choke and gag as frothy rivers of spit and precum drooled out the sides of my mouth and coalesced in a single strand down my chin. My shirt absolutely soaked, Oscar merely gripped my collar and ripped the shirt off my body with a single yank.

My gag reflex was now kicking into overdrive, never having to deal with such a thick blunt object ramming it’s way down the back of my throat before. Tears welling up in my eyes, dripping down my face as I had nowhere to look but up–towards the look of sadistic pleasure that had colored Oscar’s face.

His dick slipping out of my mouth, leaving my throat on fire as a wet belch soon followed. Actual floods of spit and precum overflowing my bottom lip and splattered over my chest, I looked upon the colossal rod in horror as I realized that brutal throatbashing session had only comprised of the first few inches.

In fact, only the mere tip and a little past that had been coated in spit. There was still substantial length that had been untouched.

“Oscar!” I cried, coughing violently as wads of mucus and salvia splattered across the floor, “Listen to me! We can still work together! We can still get everything we-”

A heavy wallop blindsided me, striking me square across the face and leaving my ear ringing. At first, I thought that Oscar must’ve swung at me, a dull and achy sensation expanding across the side of my face.

But the splattering of precum across my cheek told me otherwise, “You’re still talking about that?” Oscar questioned, “Geez, Marcos. I’m really beginning wonder if you really are the ‘smart one’. You’re beginning to sound like a broken record now!”

“Because you’re not thinking clearly about it!” I snapped at him, “You’re just obsessed with your massive di-”

I was instantly popped again on the other cheek this time. Oscar’s boner, heavy and dense, whacking across my face with a loud and heavy thud that sounded as imposing as it felt.

Then without warning, I once again was subjected to another brutal jackhammering session. Rudely jamming his intensely thick cockhead down the far end of my throat, a sickeningly slick river of precum oozing down the back of my throat made me feel like choking.

Oscar was adamant this time, unrelenting and unabashed about attempting to slide as much of his enormous prick inside of me. Despite my very best attempts to get this over with and swallow him down, he was simply so girthy and thick that it was physically impossible to slide any more of his shaft down my gullet without dislocating my jaw.

I couldn’t breathe.

I tapped on his muscled thighs, trying to get his attention. But Oscar was more preoccupied with feeling up his own buff body and beefy pecs rather than his mammoth chode blocking his big brother’s airwaves. His moaning and grunts overshadowing my muffled cries.

I was slapping at his legs now, punching them in any attempt to try and get his attention. I needed oxygen.

And then I saw them…

Sagging dangerously low between his thighs was his enormous set of balls. Each nut easily the size of a small grapefruit, extraordinary heavy and covered in dense fuzz. With nothing else working, lightheadedness beginning to seep in, I cupped one of the low-hanging nuts and gave it a squeeze in the palm of my hand.

A sharp cry emanating from Oscar’s lips as he instantly jumped backwards, his cock popping out of my mouth as air finally filled my lungs.

Then in an instant, as though I were weightless, Joaquin gasped me from the floor and tossed me onto the living room couch.

Ripping off my sweats and underwear from my person, leaving me totally naked and exposed, his hands wrapped around my ankles as he forced my knees to my chest. The cool air brushing against my clenched asshole, a thick wad of spit from Oscar’s mouth landing directly on it, “O-Oscar!” I cried, realizing what he was intending to do, “I-I-I can’t, you can’t fit! You won’t be able to stick that-”

Imposing his superior weight on top of me, crushing me under his figure as he pressed his upper body against my propped-up legs. Panic began to set in when I felt his leaking head pressing against my quickly tightening hole. His precum mixing with his spit as the mixture of the two fluids trailed down my crack and dripped onto the couch.