Wolfram's darkest fantasy

„Such a cute little brother- you were always the pretty one.“ Gwendal said in a deep lecherous voice.
“So pretty pinned to the desk spread open for everyone to see.“


Wolfram blinked as he slowly awakened from his deep slumber. He struggled as he felt the bonds around his wrists
holding him in place. He didn't know what was going on or why he was bend over a desk. “Brother?“ Gwendal chuckled
and Wolfram's eyes widened.”Untie me this instant,” Wolfram bellowed, struggling against his bonds.


“Tsk,tsk. Wolfram, there is no need to be upset. You will be taken good care of.” Gwendal came into Wolfram's
field of vision as he walked behind him. His hand stroked over Wolfram's naked butt cheek, massaging and
caressing the blond. Wolfram stiffened at the touch. “What do you think you're doing?” He yelled.
There was no answer as Gwendal's hand moved from the left cheek to the right and continued to caress.
When it delved into his crevice, Wolfram shuddered. He unwillingly whimpered, when a digit found his tight
pucker and trailed circles over the wrinkled skin.


“Gwendal!” Wolfram cried, admonishing.


“No need to beg dear little brother.“ At least not yet, Gwendal thought mischievously.

Wolfram colored; a rose tinted flush covered his cheeks. “Let me go! Keep your hands of me!” Wolfram demanded.
He whimpered, when Gwendal stopped his caress and spanked his cheek.“Ahh! Stop it!” Wolfram yelled.
He couldn't cease to whimper and moan. Arousal was cursing through him. His whole being was on fire with
embarrassment, anger, arousal and worst of all lust. He cursed his body for betraying him as his skin flushed
and his cock began to harden.


“Don't worry dear brother.” Gwendal bend down and nuzzled Wolfram's neck while rubbing his reddened cheeks.
”I'll fulfill your darkest fantasy. There will be reason to beg soon enough.”


Wolfram closed his eyes and shivered. His neck tinkled from Gwendal's warm breath. He wanted to protest but
his voice seemed to have left him. He could neither deny that he wanted it nor do anything to stop Gwendal's
ministrations. He could only moan as Gwendal sucked on his neck. He was flush against Wolfram's exposed skin
and Wolfram could fell Gwendal's arousal as Gwendal expertly found his most sensitive areas. He descended
further down his back and kissed his shoulder blade. He moved down his spine and licked the small of his back.
Gwendal's hands that had rested on Wolfram's hips during his exploration now spread his cheeks. Wolfram held
his breath in anticipation as he felt warm breath on his pucker. He mewled embarrassingly needy when a warm
tongue licked the outer rim of his hole. His breath hitched as his brother's tongue slowly opened him for
further invasion. He was no longer master of his own voice as he babbled incoherently and begged Gwendal not
to stop.


“Very well.” Gwendal contrary as always got back on his feet. Wolfram moaned piteously in frustration. It was
unclear to him why his brother had so cruelly stopped. “Please.” He begged as Gwendal came to stand before him.
Gwendal pushed a strand of hair out of Wolfram's face to look into his lust clouded eyes. He smiled at his
brother and licked his lips. Wolfram was looking sweaty and debauched; like an angel fallen from the sky with
his pouty lips and glassy innocent eyes. He couldn't resist to bend over and kiss these lips that were begging
silently to be devoured. He explored the blond's mouth with his tongue until both were out of breath and had
swollen lips. Gwendal tore himself away from his sinful brother and slowly stripped out of his clothes.


Wolfram was watched dazed as his brother uncovered his strong chest and muscular legs until very little was up
to his imagination. Gwendal was left erect in his tiny g-string which did nothing to cover his cock. Wolfram
licked his lips as Gwendal discarded the last flimsy item and took a step towards his bound brother.
He positioned his cock before Wolfram's pouty lips.

Wolfram looked at his brother mischievously and licked the precome form the tip of his engorged cock. Gwendal
groaned at this saucy display. He would teach his brother not to tempt a dragon. He grasped Wolfram's hair and
shoved his cock into Wolfram's willing mouth. He didn't give Wolfram any control over his actions but fucked
his mouth like that of a common whore.

The shock form his brother pulling his hair went directly to his cock. He could do little else but moan as his
mouth was used this expertly. He wanted his brother to come in his mouth and fill it with his hot sperm to
taste more of Gwendal's essence but he was denied as Gwendal finally pulled away.

Gwendal walked behind him and abruptly put two finger in his pucker. Wolfram grunted in surprise but pushed
back immediately. It burned slightly but he wanted more. Gwendal stretched him but missed his prostate on
purpose. Wolfram groaned in frustration as he tried to get any friction. Suddenly Gwendal disappeared and
Wolfram was deprived of any touch.


“Don't stop now. I need it. Please.” Wolfram begged desperately.


“Such a slut. What do you need? Say it.” Gwendal commanded. Wolfram closed his eyes and remained silent.
His brother was such a bastard. “Ah, did little Wolfram change his mind?” Gwendal taunted while he teased
his brother's hole with his now slick erection. Barely touching the plucker only promising. Wolfram broke,
destroyed like a carefully built card house by a breeze.


“Fine. I want you to fuck me! Fuck me already!” He yelled with a whine, pushing back into the promised touch.

“As you wish.”


Gwendal pushed in with a steady thrust. He didn't pause to let Wolfram adjust. He pulled out and pushed back
in his hands firmly planted on his brother's slim hips. He continued at a steady pace and listened to his
brother's moaned encouragement. Wolfram was very vocal if not quiet coherent. When Gwendal slowed his thrusts
down, Wolfram voiced his discontentment with more pleas of harder and faster. Gwendal ignored him and
continued at his chosen pace until the door to the study opened. He grinned. This was who he had been
waiting for.

Wolfram opened his eyes in panic as he heard the door open. He tried to move backwards to escape but only
impaled himself harder on his brother cock. He moaned and opened his mouth. Gwendal chose this moment to nail
his prostrate with every stroke and made Wolfram cry out. “Conrad!”

Wolfram flushed beet red as his other brother entered and closed the door behind himself. He didn't want this;
he didn't want his brother to see him like this. He closed his eyes to block Conrad out. Gwendal grasped
Wolfram's hair and bend him as far as he could backwards still embedded in Wolfram's warm body to whisper
in his ear.


“Open your eyes Wolfram.” Wolfram reluctantly obeyed and looked into the deep brown eyes of his half human brother. “I promised you to fulfill you darkest fantasy. You'll be fucked within an inch of your life from both ends by your older brothers. You'll be filled by our cum like a whore and- you will love every second of it.” Wolfram couldn't break Conrad's gaze as he came in a blinding flash at Gwendal's words, sullying the desk with his essence. Gwendal groaned as his brother tightened incredibly but held back his orgasm. He had a promise to keep.


Conrad had never seen anything as beautiful as Wolfram's face awash in passion. He watched as his little angel
came over the brink and wished nothing more than to see it again. He looked from his younger brother to his older
brother and nodded at the command he had been given. He stripped quickly and efficiently naked. Then he stood
before Wolfram, his erection slapping proudly against his belly. Wolfram was still dazed from his orgasm and
Conrad stroked his hair. He held his erection against Wolfram's mouth and pushed. He nodded at Gwendal to set
the pace.

Gwendal was content as he could finally continue to move. His brother's ass was tight and slick. He wished nothing
more than to fuck it hard and fast. Conrad seemed to agree with him as he didn't hold back at all while he
defiled Wolfram's mouth with abandon. They both listened to their little brother's whimpers and mewling noises as
they used him for their pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying himself. As Gwendal reached for his cock, he found
Wolfram's erection begging to be touched. Gwendal's breathing was ragged. He stroked his brother a few times but
then stopped. He was on the edge. He wanted to make Wolfram come again; to make him see stars. He was theirs.
They could do as they liked with their little brother.

Wolfram felt as Gwendal upped the ante and put more force behind his thrusts. He was in heaven he didn't want it
to stop so soon. He wanted his brother to ravish him for as long as possible but he was close. It felt so good
to be continuously pounded by Gwendal from behind and by Conrad from the front. He would be screaming for more
if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied. He slowly felt his resolve to hold on crumble. There was only one thing
missing to succumb to oblivion.


“Wolfram, come for us.” Gwendal commanded in his deep baritone voice. Wolfram obeyed instantly. His balls emptied
and his vision blackened. His yell was muffled by Conrad's cock. His orgasm prolonged as Gwendal gave four more
thrusts before he emptied himself with a yell and collapsed on Wolfram's back. Conrad couldn't hold back either
and came in two spurts of hot come. Half of it landed in Wolfram's mouth and the other half sprayed on his face.
When Conrad finished coming, he rubbed his cock against Wolfram's lips and spread his cum then he bend down and
kissed his brother to taste himself.

A fourth satisfied groan sounded from the other end of the study. All three brothers turned to see Yuri licking
his cum of his fingers. “Very good show gentlemen. But I think that's enough for today. My dear husband seems
tired.” Gwendal and Conrad quickly righted themselves in silence. They bowed and left the room. Yuri went to
Wolfram and released him from his restraints.


“Did you like it?” Yuri asked curiously touching Wolfram naked skin. “Very much. Exactly like I imagined.”
Wolfram kissed his husband and said with a mischievous grin . “I believe your fantasy is next.”