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''Tell me, Heinz,'' Roger said softly.

''Tell you w-what?'' came his brother's gasped reply, his body inadvertently arching as Roger continued to grind against his ass.

''Tell me you want it.''

Heinz’s entire body shook with a collection of feelings at this point. Rage. Humiliation. Lust. He secretly wished Roger would just get it over with and not add the mental anguish into it. He didn’t deny it but he didn’t agree to it either. Instead, Doof buried his face back into his arms and tried raising his ass higher against the heavy dick dogging against his asscheeks and lower spine. This was not enough to satisfy Roger’s gloating and the younger brother slapped his big hand hard against the right cheek when Heinz did not answer him. The yelp Doof gave made Roger groan out but it was not what he wanted to hear. 

“Say it, Heinz! It’s three little words! You’re always running your mouth. I hardly believe you’ve got nothing to say!” 

“Just do it,” Heinz growled out half sobbing in hated desperation. His body was aching and he was so hard. No matter how sick this was anymore couldn’t stall the fact that he was turned on by this. His hands balled into the sheets on his bed and he pushed his hips and as back toward his brother. “Just do it, Roger! Why do you have to be such a jerk about it?” 

Roger reached down and grabbed his brother’s dripping cock and fondled it with his big fingers as he leaned down over Heinz’s posed form, bringing his mouth just behind Doof’s ears. Heinz shuddered as he felt that big cock pinned between their bodies. The younger brother licked right behind Doof’s ear and whispered against it. “Not good enough Heinz,” he purred and slowly ground his hips into the other’s ass. “I could ask you why you always have to make everything so difficult?  I’m going to make you cum so hard and all you have to do for me is tell me you want it. You want me to fuck you, brother. You’re so hard. You’re not even trying to get away from me. You’re even pushing back against me. So, just say it. Tell me you want it.” 

A weak groan crawled out of Doof’s throat and he twitched as Roger continued to slowly stroke and grind on him, teasing him, working him up even more but not giving him enough to get off. He finally broke down and screwed his eyes shut, tears squeezing past the lids and falling down his cheeks. “I want it,” he whispered in defeat.

“O what was that? I barely heard you?” Roger asked biting Doof’s earlobe. 

“I want it!” Heinz’s choked out and bit down on his own bottom lip. “I want it, Roger. Bitte. Bitte, Roger, just do it. Fuck me. I can’t take this any longer.” 

Heinz could feel Roger grinning behind his head before the bigger man rose up and gripped Doof’s hip in one hand and his cock in the other. “O, I’m going to, big brother. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t that THAT any longer either.” And with that Roger gripped his dick better by the base of it and began pressing that drooling, mushroomed head between his brother’s asscheeks and shoved hard against the puckered hole. 

The fingering had done the trick at least. Instead of ripping its way in, that thick, bruising cock spread out the asshole and slid past it, popping inside with a wet noise. Roger’s vocal moan was almost loud enough to cover the sound of Heinz’s crying out as he began to slid his prick inward. 

“Ah, gott, you’re too big, Roger, I can’t take you … I can’t take you…” Heinz whined out in terror and pain as he felt his ass starting to be filled with his brother’s massive dick. Roger didn’t even seem to hear him and kept pushing forward a few more inches his hand leaving the base of his own cock once he’d managed an inch or two inside and once more grasped Doof’s other thin hip. He kept shoving his hips forward, filling Heinz’s guts with two third of he’s length before he was force to pull back. 

“You’re far too tight, brother,” Roger growled out. “I can’t even get all of me inside you in one go. But that’s ok. I’m going to open you up. I’m going to make it all fit.” And he begun making short, rough thrusts, easing his cock back and forth into his older brother’s ass; jerking hard as he sunk inward a bit more. The strain of having to accommodate this over-sized invader made Doof’s thin inner thighs quake hard and he was forced to sprawl them wider to try to lessen the agony of this. Each time Roger moved forward he cried out loud and writhed beneath him. Another bump and his spin arched and that was the exact thing Roger needed to be able to bottom all nine inches into his brother’s clenching ass. As checked that fuckstick to the balls against his smaller brother, Roger gasped out loudly and held himself there. 

“Ah, there we go – I k---knew you could take me, Heinz. How does it feel? To have your little brother’s big cock buried in your ass?” 

“It h-hurts!” Heinz rasped, his knuckles had turned white with how hard he had his fingers twisted into the sheets. “Roger, you’re tearing me in half. I can’t stand it. You’re too big.” Doof tensed and his brother hissed out at the sudden extra tightness. 

“You’ll get used to it. Don’t be such a baby,” Roger leaned down and licked the sweat from Doof’s back. “But enough of this chatter. It’s time for the main event. Feel free to make all the noise you want, Heinz because I’m taking what I want now. Thanks for being such a goooood sport, older brother!” 

“O mein gott,” was all Doof got out before Roger simply began fucking him. There was no other way to describe it. His younger brother gripped hard to his hips, pulled that lube sleek monster from his tight tunnel and then slammed it back in. Heinz chock-screamed, a noise he barely started before a new one was trying to burst out of his throat as Roger slammed back into him. 
There was no pause after that; just the pull and slam of his younger brother’s hips as he rammed into him, hilting that heavy cock with ever motion of his strong hips. At first it was nothing but painful, each thrust causing Heinz to cry out and writhe on the bed as he was pushed away and pulled back, impaled each time with a wet shrulck and a slap of flesh and yet – his dick never deflated, even with Roger began moving faster. It took several more moments of this before the initial pain to die down, not leave, but die down and another ache to roll up his spine each time Roger rammed into him.