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Like many boys his age, Greg spent a considerable amount of time navigating through the world wide web in search of porn. He hadn’t known what he was looking for to begin with. Almost anything got him off- a blurry video of a stripper in a club, the latest set of leaked celebrity nudes. It took him a stupidly long time to find the real thing.
He had been huddled under his blankets late at night, curled in on himself with one hand on his cock and the other scrolling through google. The video was only a few minutes long, and was filmed with some generations-old iphone. The quality was dismal, but Greg didn’t know any better. He tapped onto the video, and it began to play.
The girl was blonde, most of them were, and she was facing away from the camera. The guy fucking her growled low and demanding, pausing only to demean her further. ‘Yeah- take it- you’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?’
Greg breathed through his nose, anxious that he’d be interrupted. Despite his worry, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the phone in his hands. His cock throbbed with need.
‘Who do you belong to?’ The man filming asked.
‘You. Only you.’ The girl responded. Her voice was high and airy. Like she couldn’t even think straight. Did sex really feel that good?
‘That’s right angel. That’s right. You’re daddy’s girl- aren’t you?’
Greg should have stopped. He should have tapped out of the window and returned to the comfort of his usual JO material. He didn’t. He closed his eyes and listened.
‘Yeah. Daddy’s girl.’
‘You know how I know?’
‘Huh?’
‘Because you’re always so fucking wet for me. Isn’t that right?’
‘Yes, daddy.’
‘That’s right. That’s what I want to hear.’
Greg couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on- if ever. His toes curled in anticipation of the orgasm that threatened to hit at any moment. He pressed his forehead to the mattress, trying to silence himself.
‘Daddy, you feel so good inside me.’ The girl in the video breathed.
‘Oh, yeah?’ Her partner asked. ‘You gonna let me cum inside you?’
‘Yeah.’ She responded after a moment. ‘Yeah, do it. I wanna feel you fill me up.’
Greg came, his entire body shaking. He spilt unceremoniously over his knuckles, into his sheets. He could have sworn he went deaf for a solid few moments, completely wrapped in pleasure.
The video was still playing when he came down from his high. He watched as the girl on-screen turned to the camera with a soft- ditzy smile and thanked her ‘daddy.’ Greg shut off his phone and placed it carefully on his bedside table, trying to process what the hell he’d just witnessed. Daddy. She’d called him daddy, and he’d liked it.
Greg wasn’t able to reach any conclusions blinking up at the glowing stars stuck to his bedroom ceiling, so he decided to mull it over in the morning. He turned over and forced himself to close his eyes, slipping into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
Greg had almost managed to forget about his discovery and, more importantly, how much he’d enjoyed it, but very little went unnoticed in the Heffley household.
It was a lazy Saturday morning. Mom had made pancakes. Greg was loading his plate with syrup and berries and chocolate chips when Rodrick bent down beside him, leant in close, and whispered, “You really gotta learn to use that phone of yours.”
For a long moment, Greg had no idea what his brother was on about. Then he turned, and their eyes met, and it all came flooding back to him. He felt himself flush. “What-”
“Do you even use incognito?” Rodrick asked.
Greg’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth. He couldn’t speak.
“Rodrick, would you stop bothering your brother?” Susan interrupted. “Go and get the juice from the fridge. The apple, not the orange.”
“Ugh, Mom.” Rodrick replied, but did as he was asked, leaving Greg to simmer in embarrassment.
He tried to rationalize his way out of it. It wasn’t like Rodrick was any better. Greg had seen the stash of magazines he kept under his mattress. He was about as shameless as you could get. Greg felt stuck. He was in no position to deny it now, he could only hope that Rodrick was merciful enough not to mention his taste in porn again. The typical pranks he pulled, the whoopee cushions and firecrackers, were already enough to handle.
He’d promised himself that night that he’d never return to the video. It was surely too much for his young mind to handle, warping his perceptions of sex and sexuality. Despite his best intentions, he couldn’t get it out of his head. That night, once everyone else was asleep, Greg watched it again. And again. There was something so dangerous about that word. Daddy.
* * *
The next time it happened, they were on their way home from school. Rodrick insisted on picking him up for that extra Mom buck. They were quiet for a while- Greg flicking mindlessly through a textbook.
“I’m almost impressed.” Rodrick said. “Who knew a fifteen year old could develop a daddy kink?”
Greg paused. “It’s not like that,” he began. “I mean, I didn’t know what it was, I couldn’t have.”
“Right, right.” Rodrick said, clearly not convinced. “I had a girlfriend that wanted to call me that once.”
Greg squirmed in his seat, once again completely incapable of responding. Even if he could- what was he supposed to say?
“I mean, to be fair, I let her.”
Neither sibling spoke for the remainder of the trip home. For once, Greg wouldn’t have minded Rodrick’s music if it broke the silence between them.
* * *
Two days later, while they were in the living room, Rodrick blinked himself awake and grimaced at the TV. Some infomercial.
“Greg- Why don’t you be a good girl and pass Daddy the remote?”
Greg stood, turned, and stomped out of the room, his ears burning. He could still hear Rodrick’s laughter through his bedroom door.
* * *
“You can’t stop thinking about it, can you? How good it would feel.”
* * *
“Holy crap- Rodrick! What- Get out of my room!” Greg whispered. He’d been mid-way through his recently developed nightly ritual- staring at his phone and jacking himself off in search of the same intense feeling he’d felt that first night.
“It’s not like I didn’t know what I was walking into.” Rodrick shrugged. He tried to appear nonchalant, but he seemed off somehow. Sweatier than usual.
“Leave me alone. Can’t I have any privacy?!” Greg responded, ensuring his lower half was entirely concealed.
“You left your door unlocked.” Rodrick retorted.
Greg rolled his eyes. He’d never recover from this, he was sure. “Look- I get it. You wanna make fun of me. Tease me. Whatever. But do you have to do it now?”
Rodrick closed the door behind him, then turned back to Greg. “If I’d known my little brother was such a sick fuck, I would have done this a lot sooner.”
Greg wanted to sink back into his sheets and disappear. He was embarrassed and confused and hard. A complicated combination. “What?”
“Show me.” Rodrick demanded, stepping towards the bed.
Greg blinked. This couldn’t be happening. “What?” He repeated dumbly.
Rodrick approached the end of his bed and reached out to grab at the younger boy’s ankle- a weak attempt to keep him in place. “You heard what I said. Show me.”
A silence fell over the room. Greg waited for Rodrick to leap back and proclaim he’d only been joking, that he would rather die than watch his kid brother stroke his cock. But he didn’t.
“Rodrick-”
Rodrick smiled. “Isn’t there something else you’d rather call me?”
Greg pulled away. “I’m not doing this.”
“Yes, you are.” Rodrick insisted. “You’ll do anything I want.”
Greg watched, feeling helpless, as his brother reached over and took his phone. He pressed play, and handed it back.
“There we go.” He murmured quietly. “Just pretend I’m not here.”
Greg watched the couple on-screen, his cock aching with need. Maybe it was better to give in now, save himself the humiliation of attempting to fight back when they both knew he didn’t stand a chance. He slipped his hand into his boxers and fell back into his rhythm.
“Holy shit.” Rodrick’s breath hitched.
Greg could feel his eyes on him- demanding, unrelenting. “This f-feels weird.”
Rodrick rolled his eyes and moved closer to Greg, until their faces were inches apart. “Of course it feels weird.”
Greg let himself be kissed. It almost seemed like an inevitability. It was softer than either of them were expecting. Greg parted his lips and arched up into his brother, tightening the grip on his cock. It was incredible how quickly he’d let go of his shame once he realized that Rodrick wanted this, too.
His phone fell onto his chest- He didn’t know what to do with his free hand. Was he allowed to touch Rodrick? He reached up and placed it on the side of his face, trying to pull him in closer. As close as possible. Rodrick sighed and pulled back. Greg had never seen him like this- flushed, overwhelmed. It was too much for both of them.
“How long?” Greg asked.
Rodrick sighed again, much louder this time. “I don’t know-”
“Seriously?” Greg said, rolling his eyes. “I think you kinda owe me.”
“Years.” Rodrick admitted. “I just never thought… I don’t know. I didn’t want to ruin you.”
Greg kissed Rodrick on his cheek. It seemed stupidly sweet given the context, but he couldn’t muster up the courage to initiate anything more explicit. “I give you full permission to ruin me.”
“Shit. Okay.” Rodrick said. “Okay.”
Greg turned off his phone. This time, Rodrick didn’t protest. Instead, he wrapped his hand over Greg’s- a silent demand to regain control. Greg let him. Rodrick’s touch was rougher than his own, dotted with the calluses of a drummer. He started slowly at first, getting used to the feeling of his brother's cock in his hand.
“Oh, god.” Greg murmured. He hadn’t expected it to feel this good.
“You’re so fucking cute. You know that, don’t you?” Rodrick said.
Greg had never liked being called cute- but then again, it had never come from Rodrick. “I just, I mean…” He had no idea how to respond. It was as if he’d been emptied out entirely.
“I thought it would be enough just to tease you. Give you a hard time.”
“But?”
“I felt like I was going insane.”
Rodrick pulled back for a moment- just long enough to tug off his sleep shorts. He returned to kneel over Greg, resting his cock on his stomach. The size difference was almost comical. Greg turned red. “That’s not going to… I mean, there’s no way.”
Rodrick spat into his hand and curled his hand around both Greg’s length and his own. “Daddy’s cock too big for his baby girl?”
Greg froze. He had to say something- anything to prevent a panic from setting in. “I’m… I’m not a girl.”
“No, of course you aren’t.” Rodrick agreed, smiling. “You’re Daddy’s little boy, aren’t you?”
Greg didn’t have the strength to fight it now. He wondered if this was what being drunk felt like- dumb and sweaty and needy. “...yeah.”
“Yeah?” Rodrick asked. He stopped stroking.
Greg moaned and canted his hips upwards, desperately seeking friction.
“Come on. I wanna hear you say it.”
Greg swallowed. He looked at Rodrick, trying to gauge how serious he was. “I’m…” He licked his lips and then tried again. “I’m Daddy’s little boy.”
Rodrick seemed more than satisfied with that answer. He closed his eyes for a moment. “Good. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
It was, but god was the reward worth the humiliation. The feeling of another man's hand on him. Knowing how much he turned him on. It was thrilling.
Rodrick’s breathing slowed. He seemed intensely focused. “You’re so small. So fucking small.”
“That’s not fair.” Greg argued weakly. “M-mom says I’m a late bloomer.”
“I hope not.” Rodrick said. “I want you to stay like this.”
Greg felt his stomach turn. “But it wouldn’t matter, would it?”
Rodrick chuckled, low and deep in his throat. He pressed a kiss to Greg’s neck. His breath was hot. “Of course not, baby. You said it yourself. You’re mine now.”
“Okay.” Greg said.
“I wanna hear you say it again. Look at me while you say it.” Rodrick’s eyes were dark and wild. Greg had always felt nervous looking directly at him like this.
“Daddy.” He whispered into the tight space between them.
“That’s my boy. You like when Daddy jerks you off like this?”
Greg nodded, but could tell that Rodrick wanted more. He felt like he might burst into flames at any second. “I like when my Daddy…” He swallowed. “I like when my Daddy jerks me off. I like the feeling of his cock against mine.”
Rodrick closed his eyes and hummed. “That’s good, baby. Keep going.”
“You make me feel so good, Daddy. Like I’m floating. I want…”
“What do you want?”
“I wanna feel you inside me, one day. I want you to fill me up.”
“Oh, shit, Greg.” Rodrick all but whimpered.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah?”
Greg smoothed a finger over a faint scar on Rodrick’s forehead. He was handsome in a way Greg never would be- dark and dangerous. “Can I taste it? When you cum?”
That was all it took to push Rodrick over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of Gregs neck and shuddered as he came, spilling across his hand, his stomach, his younger brother’s cock. “Holy- Fuck. Fuck you.”
Greg dragged a thumb through the mess on his stomach and raised it to his lips. It was warm. Somewhat salty. Not ideal but not unpleasant, either. He kissed Rodrick, who was too stunned and exhausted to pull away.
Greg pushed Rodrick off of him and turned on his side, so they were facing one-another again. He smeared his brother’s cum over his cock and came moments later, whimpering for his Daddy. Rodrick had since recovered and had wrapped both arms around his trembling baby brother, keeping him close. Greg felt warm all over. A sickening sense of affection had settled somewhere inside him, along with the simmering desire for more.
“I want-”
“No.” Rodrick groaned, somehow knowing what Greg was about to ask. “I’m so tired, dude.”
“Fine.” Greg murmured, turning his head to press his lips to Rodricks shoulder. “Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.” Rodrick agreed.
“Hmm. I can wait, I guess.” Greg said softly. “Goodnight, Daddy.”