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STEPBROTHER’S DIRTY SECRET II

Author: Ophelia
last update publish date: 2026-07-15 23:44:23

Chapter 2: House Rules

The house felt different the next morning.

Elias woke up with a sore throat and swollen lips. His wrists still carried faint red marks from where Damien had pinned them. He lay in bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding as last night replayed in vivid, humiliating detail. The rough kiss. The way Damien had stroked their cocks together like he already owned every inch of Elias. The filthy words that had sunk straight into his bones.

You belong to me now.

He hated how hard he still was under the sheets.

Downstairs, the sound of rolling suitcases and cheerful voices told him their parents were leaving for their month-long trip. Elias forced himself to get up, shower quickly, and dress in a loose hoodie and jeans that hid the evidence of his shame. His reflection in the mirror looked the same, soft dark hair, pretty face, slim body with that round, plush ass that always made him feel too visible, but everything inside him felt exposed.

When he came downstairs, Damien was already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter like he owned the place. Which, apparently, he did now.

Their mother kissed Elias’s cheek. “Be good while we’re gone, sweetheart. Damien will keep an eye on you.”

Damien’s dark eyes met Elias’s over her shoulder. The look was pure possession.

“Trust me,” Damien said smoothly. “I’ll take very good care of him.”

The second the front door closed and the car pulled out of the driveway, the air in the house changed.

Damien turned slowly, arms crossed over his broad chest. At twenty-eight, he looked even more dangerous in the morning light, black t-shirt stretched tight across thick muscle, dark stubble, and that predatory calm that made Elias’s stomach twist.

“Sit,” Damien ordered, nodding toward the kitchen island.

Elias hesitated. “Damien, last night—”

“Sit.”

The single word cracked like a whip. Elias obeyed.

Damien walked around the island and placed both hands on the counter, caging Elias in with his body. The size difference was overwhelming. Damien was tall, powerfully built, all hard lines and controlled strength. Elias felt small in comparison, slim and soft.

“While our parents are gone for the next month,” Damien began, voice low and calm, “things are going to change around here. My house. My rules.”

Elias swallowed. “What rules?”

Damien’s mouth curved into a dark smile. “First, you don’t leave this house without telling me exactly where you’re going and when you’ll be back. No more random nights out with friends. No more staying late on campus. You come straight home after classes.”

Elias’s eyes widened. “You can’t—”

“I can. And I will.” Damien leaned in closer. “Second, your phone stays unlocked. I’ll be checking it whenever I want. Delete any numbers I don’t approve of. Especially any boys who think they can talk to what’s mine.”

Elias’s face burned. “This is insane. You can’t isolate me like this.”

Damien reached out and gripped Elias’s jaw again, thumb pressing hard against his bottom lip. “I can. And you’re going to obey. Because if you don’t…” He pulled out his phone and showed Elias the screen.

A video.

Last night. Elias on his back, pants down, cock hard while Damien stroked them together. The sound of Elias’s broken moans was crystal clear.

Elias went pale. “You recorded that?”

“I record everything important,” Damien said softly. “And this? This is very important. So you’re going to be a good little brother and follow every single rule. Understood?”

Elias nodded shakily, shame and fear twisting together in his gut.

Damien released his jaw and stepped back. “Good. Now go to your room. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Elias fled upstairs, heart hammering. He paced his childhood bedroom, trying to breathe. The posters on the walls, the old desk, the bed where he’d spent so many innocent nights, none of it felt safe anymore.

The door opened behind him.

Damien stepped inside and locked it. 

Elias turned, eyes wide with panic. “Damien, please.”

“On your knees, baby brother.”

The words landed like a command Elias’s body already understood. His stomach dropped, but heat flooded lower at the same time. He hated it. Hated how his cock twitched and started to swell the second Damien’s voice dropped like that.

Elias’s hands shook as he slowly sank to his knees on the carpet. The position made him feel even smaller. His jeans were already tight across his hardening cock, the shame of it burning hot in his cheeks. He was getting hard. From fear. From Damien’s voice. From the way his stepbrother was looking at him like he was going to ruin him.

Damien’s dark eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in Elias’s jeans and a slow, satisfied smirk curved his mouth.

“Look at that,” he murmured. “Already hard for me. Even while you’re shaking. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mouth keeps trying to lie.”

Elias’s face burned red. He wanted to cover himself, to deny it, but he stayed frozen on his knees, cock visibly straining.

Damien stepped forward until the front of his jeans brushed Elias’s lips. He reached down and gripped a fistful of Elias’s soft dark hair, tilting his head back.

“Take it out.”

Elias’s fingers trembled as he reached up and unbuckled Damien’s belt. The metallic sound felt deafening. He pulled the zipper down and freed Damien’s thick, heavy cock. It was already hard, flushed dark, and intimidatingly big up close. The head glistened with precum.

Damien didn’t wait. He gripped Elias’s hair tighter and pushed forward, rubbing the head of his cock across Elias’s parted lips, smearing precum over them.

“Open.”

Elias obeyed.

The second his lips parted, Damien thrust in, he forced his cock past Elias’s lips and straight into his throat in one rough motion.

Elias gagged hard, eyes watering instantly as his throat convulsed around the thick intrusion. Damien held him there, buried to the hilt, letting him choke and struggle.

“Fuck… that’s it,” Damien groaned, voice low and filthy. “Choke on it. Your pretty little mouth was made for this.”

He started fucking Elias’s face in deep, brutal strokes. Every thrust pushed Elias’s nose against the base of Damien’s cock. Spit ran down his chin in messy strings. Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes. The wet, obscene sounds of his throat being used filled the room.

And the whole time, Elias’s own cock stayed painfully hard in his jeans.

Damien noticed.

He reached down with his free hand and pressed his palm against the bulge in Elias’s pants, rubbing roughly over the trapped length.

“Still hard,” he growled, thrusting deeper. “Getting harder while I fuck your throat. You like this, don’t you? Being forced to your knees by your big stepbrother. Being used like a toy.”

Elias moaned around the cock in his mouth, a broken, humiliated sound that only made Damien thrust harder.

When Damien finally pulled out, Elias coughed and gasped, strings of spit connecting his swollen lips to Damien’s cock.

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed.

“Strip. Now.”

Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs.

Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it.

“No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

Elias whimpered into the sheets. “Damien… I’ve never—”

“I know.” Damien’s voice was dark with satisfaction. “I’m going to be the first to ruin this tight little hole.”

He pushed in slowly at first.

The thick head of Damien’s cock pressed against his hole, stretching him open with a deep, burning pressure. Elias’s fingers clawed at the sheets as the stretch grew sharper.

“Ahh— fuck… it’s… it’s too big,” he whimpered, voice already shaky.

Damien paused, one hand stroking down his spine. “Breathe for me, little brother. I’ve got you.”

Elias tried to obey, but the moment Damien pushed in another inch, a broken moan tore out of him.

“Mmmh—! Ahh… it burns… it burns so much…”

“Shhh, I know,” Damien murmured against his shoulder, voice tight with restraint. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more…”

He kept going slowly, inch by thick inch, until he was finally buried to the hilt. Elias’s mouth fell open in a long, trembling moan.

“Unnngh—! F-fuck…oh god…”

Damien stayed still, letting him adjust, but Elias could feel how hard he was fighting not to move. The fullness was overwhelming. Elias’s cock throbbed helplessly beneath him, leaking onto the sheets.

“More,” he gasped. “Please… go all the way— I can take it.”

Damien groaned, forehead pressed to his back. “Elias… I’m trying not to hurt you.”

“I don’t care,” Elias whined, pushing back against him. “I want it. I want all of it. Please, Damien— move…”

Damien pulled back slowly, then thrust in again, still trying to be careful. Elias moaned loudly into the pillow.

“Ahh—! Mmmh… fuck… it feels… it feels so deep…”

Every slow thrust pulled another sound out of him. Soft, broken little moans that grew louder the longer Damien kept the pace gentle.

“Damien, ahh… please… I don’t want slow anymore,” Elias begged, voice cracking. “I want it rough. I want you to stop holding back. Please, fuck me properly…”

Damien went still for one heartbeat.

Then something inside him snapped.

“Fuck it.”

He pulled back and slammed in hard.

Elias cried out, loud and broken.

“AH…! F-fuck…!”

Damien didn’t ease up. He started fucking him in deep, powerful strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Every thrust punched a moan out of Elias’s throat.

“Unngh…! Ahh! Damien—! It… it feels so good! Mmmh…!”

“You wanted it rough,” Damien growled, gripping his hips tighter. “Take it.”

He fucked him harder, faster. Elias’s soft ass rippled with every brutal impact. His moans turned messier, higher, more desperate.

“Ahh…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! It’s… it’s so deep…! Oh god… ungh…!”

Damien reached around and wrapped a hand around Elias’s leaking cock, stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation made Elias’s voice crack completely.

“F-fuck…! Ahh…! I’m… I’m gonna… mmmh…! Damien… please…!”

His moans turned into broken, blabbering sounds as Damien pounded into him without mercy.

“Unngh…! Ah… ah…! It feels… it feels too good…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! I can’t… I can’t… ahh…!”

Damien leaned over him, biting his shoulder as he fucked him even harder.

“That’s it. Let me hear you. Moan for your stepbrother like the needy little slut you are.”

Elias couldn’t stop. Every thrust dragged another loud, desperate sound from his throat.

“Ahh…! Mmmh…! Fuck…! Damien…! Harder… please… unngh…!”

His voice was wrecked, his moans getting louder and more incoherent the closer he got. He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him.

Damien leaned over him, biting the back of his neck hard enough to make Elias whimper. He fucked into him even harder.

“I’m going to breed this hole every single day while they’re gone,” Damien growled against his skin. “Pump you full of cum until you’re leaking me for hours. Until you can’t think about anything else but taking my load.”

The filthy words hit Elias like a shockwave. His whole body tightened.

“Ahh…! Mmmh—! Damien…!” he moaned, voice cracking. “I… I can’t… it’s too much… unngh…!”

His cock throbbed violently in Damien’s fist. The combination of the rough thrusts, the bite on his neck, and those dark, possessive words pushed him over the edge hard.

Elias came with a broken, sobbing cry, burying his face into the pillow as his cock pulsed and spilled thick ropes across the sheets. His hole clenched and fluttered around Damien’s cock with every spurt, his moans turning high and desperate.

“Ahh—! F-fuck…! I’m cumming…! Mmmh—! Unngh—!”

Damien didn’t stop. He kept fucking him straight through it, pounding into his spasming, oversensitive hole without mercy. Every thrust dragged another broken sound out of Elias’s throat.

“Take it,” Damien snarled, voice rough. “Take every fucking drop.”

Elias was still shaking from his orgasm when he felt Damien bury himself as deep as he could go. A low, animal groan tore from Damien’s throat as he came. Hot, thick pulses of cum flooded Elias’s insides. Elias whimpered at the sensation, feeling every spurt filling him up until it started leaking out around Damien’s cock.

Damien stayed buried inside him for a long moment, grinding deep and slow, making sure every drop stayed exactly where he wanted it. Elias could only lie there trembling, face pressed into the sheets, his body still twitching with aftershocks.

When Damien finally pulled out, cum immediately began dripping down Elias’s thighs. Before he could even catch his breath, Damien pushed two thick fingers back inside him, fucking the mess deeper with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Keep it in,” Damien ordered softly, almost tenderly. “All day. I want you walking around this house with my cum inside you. Reminding you who you belong to.”

Elias let out a weak, shaky moan at the feeling of those fingers pushing Damien’s load back into him. His face burned with humiliation, but his spent cock gave a weak twitch anyway.

He stayed there, limp and trembling, as Damien leaned down and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the back of his neck.

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