Brother Strider sends Dave to the celestial kingdom

Sternly regarding his young brother, Brother Strider was unsure of what to do about Dave’s persistently rebellious ways. Just today he had caught him skipping church to go gallivanting at the movies with that Egbert kid, disgustingly disregarding the fact that they were not to spend money on Sundays, surely one of many slaps in the face of the lord he had done that day. For all Bro knew, he could have even ignored the Word of Wisdom, partaking in caffeinated sodas and good heavens what if Egbert smoked? The thought revolted Bro, fueling his disappointment; Dave would have to be severely punished, even if it meant skipping Family Home Evening.

“Dave Hyrum Strider, what in Heavenly Father’s name were you thinking?” Oh the guilt that flashed across his young brother’s face was almost enough to make Bro give in right there, but he had to be vigilant, the warmth of the Holy Spirit would help him get through to Dave and save him from Prison. Steeling himself he continued onward, “Not only did you shirk your duties as a deacon, forcing Brother English to have to pass around Sacrament in your place. And you did it just to see a movie, Dave I’m disappointed in you. What does the Doctrine and Covenants say about the Sabbath?”

“…for verily this is a day appointed unto you to rest from your labors, and to pay thy devotions unto the Most High… but Bro! It’s so dumb what does God care if I spend ten bucks on Sunday or ten bucks on Monday?” Reeling back in disgust, Bro had to keep from raising a hand against his own flesh and blood.

“He cares because it’s the Sabbath and it’s a day for respecting Heavenly Father! What would President Monson think if he heard about you breaking the Word of Wisdom or disregarding the D&C?” Dave scoffed, crossing his arms defiantly over his chest.

“Bro you’re being an idiot about this, I’m gonna go chill with John.” This was terrible, beyond terrible. His brother was walking out of the door, to a home rife with temptations to stray from the righteous path of Heavenly Father, a home that would no doubt destroy Dave’s already fragile testimony. No, he would not allow such a thing to happen. Reaching forward, he grabbed Dave’s slender wrist, squeezing tight until the boy had no choice but to turn around.

“What the fuck,” It flew out of his mouth before he could even think, that deviant four letter word was the final nail in the coffin. Bro’s eyes grew comically huge before narrowing in anger and without a word he dragged Dave into his bedroom, keeping a tight grip on his wrist. Shoving him onto the bed, Bro locked the door behind him, walked across to the dresser, and rummaged around for his old copy of For the Strength of Youth. Finding the tiny booklet, he flipped through the pages until he go to the section about ‘Language’ and placed it, opened, on Dave’s desk.

“Bend over the desk and read the page.” Dave, already trembling in fear, wasn’t about to argue with his brother, and hurriedly did as he was told. Clearing his throat, he started with a shaky voice, only to stop dead when he could feel Bro’s hands working down his jeans. Before he could question what was happening, his brother swatted his butt, prompting him to continue.

“Do not use profane, vulgar, or crude language or gestures, and do not tell jokes are stories about immoral actions. These are offensive to God and to othe- why are you trying to take off my pants?” Dave straightened up, turning around to raise his hands up as if to block Bro’s advances. It wasn’t often that Dave felt disadvantaged to his brother, but now, with him still in his church suit and his body too close and towering over him; it was unnerving. Bro grunted, squinting his eyes suspiciously while he regarded Dave’s stance.

“Why don’t you want me to see you? Have you disrespected the word of God? Of Alma? Dave did you have sex with that…that boy?” That time he did smack Dave, right across his face, leaving a bright red bruise. Taking advantage of the shock, he tugged down those tight jeans, noting that Dave had forgone underwear this day, and gripped the little boy’s cock in his hand. Turning it this way and that, he examined the flaccid dick, looking for something…Dave squirmed uncomfortably, sniffling and clutching at his throbbing face while he watched his brother.

“Bro stop we didn’t do nothing…” But no amount of pleading would get through to Bro, he was on a mission; a mission to save Dave’s soul so he could join him in the glorious Celestial Kingdom.

“You…whore, you’re missing your foreskin.” Dave flinched, he was hoping his brother wouldn’t notice, but of course the astute man would realize such a thing. Dave had hoped, prayed, that he would be able to keep the loss of his virginity a secret, keep his lack of foreskin hidden once he had given himself to his best friend, but he should have known that Bro would find out one way or another. And by the looks of Bro’s facial expressions, this was the most serious mistake he’d ever made in his life.

“I’m…sorry Bro, but John…” Bro snarled, absolutely enraged, and forced Dave back onto the bed, this time face down. Unzipping his church slacks, Bro slide out his already hard cock and climbed onto the bed, on top of Dave. Mounting him, Bro held onto his hip and carefully pushed the head of his cock into his brother’s unprepared ass. Ignoring the blood curdling scream of his violated kid brother, Bro pushed farther and farther until he was nestled completely into the tight anus of his brother.

“Now pray. Pray to our Father in Heaven that I can cleanse you of these sinful thoughts and urges.” Sobbing by now, Dave tried his best to choke out a prayer between his brother’s thrusts. Every time he entered, it felt like someone was punching him in the stomach and Dave could barely speak over his wailing. With heaving sniveling and gasps, he managed to cry out,

“Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive me of the serious sin of homosexuality and fornication, please allow me the strength to follow the straight and narrow so that I may not be disfellowed or excommunicated.”