Fugitive in the Area

After a cop’s horn blared behind the brothers, they slowed their car to a stop on the side of the road. The wheels rolled on leaves and gravel until the vehicle stopped. The older brother, Nate,  was careful not to drive past the speed limit after their dip on the lake. He didn’t hit a deep or someone’s car. It’s a head-scratcher as to why the officer stopped them. He couldn’t reach far yet, but he still scanned through his memories and found no reason to get stopped by an officer. He won’t know why unless he asked the officer tapping the car’s window.

Nate rolled the windows down. A jacked brown-uniformed officer greeted them. Despite his towering figure, he was the first to apologize for flagging them without glaring reasons. Nate looked at his arms and realized they were bigger up close. It’s as thick as his head, and the officer could easily pop his head if desired. He then looked at his younger brother, Jon, in the backseat. His face was pale, and it felt like there was something he wanted to say. Nate looked sharped into his eyes. He told him to shut the fuck up without words leaving his mouth.

Nate returned to the officer and asked, “What seems to be the problem?”

“There’s no problem. I’m just doing patrols, and I’m currently investigating a particular incident in the area.”

“Should we be concerned?” Nate’s throat grew drier by the second, and sweat beaded down from his temples. One wrong word, and he’s fucked.

“Oh, yes. I assume you’ve heard of the news about the serial body jacker in the area? This guy possesses the bodies of unsuspecting victims, mostly tourists, and steals all their belongings.”

Shit! The officer knows about me. Although, he got one thing wrong. Nate doesn’t steal his victim’s belongings. He’s far too civilized for that. Nate tried his best to regain his composure despite the heavy beats of his heart. “That sounds awful. My brother and I recently moved to this town, so we don’t know anything about recent events yet. Thanks for the heads up, though. I’ll try to keep an eye on and keep us safe.”

Nate was about to roll up the windows when the officer stopped him in his attempts to end the interrogation early. “How about your friend in the backseat? What does he have to say?”

The officer asked to roll down the backseat windows, and Nate couldn’t help but comply. His heart is beating fast as this is the closest he’s been to getting arrested. He looked around for escape routes to run or what weapon he could use to disorient the officer. Nothing seemed possible, given how strong and fast the officer looked. His possessing powers wasn’t a viable option either. He possessed this body an hour prior, and it’d take at least three days before he could take over someone’s body again. The one thing left to do was look back at this body’s younger brother and hope to the high heavens that he doesn’t blab out.

But Jon did. He blabbed everything.

“Officer! It’s my older brother! I saw him get possessed while I was swimming by the lake. I captured a shot with my waterproof camera while he took over my older brother’s body.” Jon showed the officer a picture of a 40-year-old man where half of his body disappeared inside the unconscious Nate.

SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! Nate was trapped. By the time he could open the other door at the front seat, the officer could’ve already grabbed him by the ankle and shot him with an anti-possession bullet. There’s no escape, thanks to his younger brother.

“Officer, please. I co-could explain.” Larry, the man possessing Nate, said with a wavering voice.

The officer laughed. His booming laughter filled the forest and scared the woodland critters. Larry looked at him with confusion, and so did the pale-looking Jon. Something must be wrong because the officer could have shot him several seconds ago. Larry remained in Nate’s body, and the longer it went, the faster Jon’s heartbeat. Something was wrong, and Jon soon understood that the situation was not in his favor.

“Both of your faces are fucking deluxe. Relax your butt. I’m one of you,” the officer said, with the last part told directly at Larry’s direction. The officer blinked, and his eyes shifted to a bright shade of blue – the possessor’s eye color. He blinked back, and it was acorn brown again. The difference means the officer is possessed. “Although, are you the thieving serial body jacker? That asshole’s alerting everyone in the state about our kind’s presence.”

“No. I assure you, I am not.”

“I assumed as much. That asshole’s modus operandi often involves wealthy foreign tourists.” The officer patted Larry on his shoulders and gave him a smile. “I don’t want to take more of your time. A bit of advice, though. Don’t forget to erase that twerp’s memories before you leave that sexy guy’s body.”

“Sure. Thanks for the advice. I’ll do better next time.”

With that, the officer returned to his vehicle and drove away. Larry looked at the backseat, snatched the disposable waterproof camera, then chucked it into the ravine in front of their car. The officer said to erase his younger brother’s memories. Hah! As if he would do that after his stunt. It’d be worse to leave memories of how he’ll desecrate his older brother’s body.

“You thought you won for a second there. I won’t lie. I thought that was the last of me. It is a good thing fate’s working in my favor. As for you,” Larry looked at his prey. All the colors in the world were flushed out of his system. His eyes were close to tears, but whatever strength he had left prevented the waterworks from flowing out. “What you did demands punishment. Do you think so too?”

Jon’s voice rasped. It’s like a massive stone clogged his throat. His kind and tender older brother was the sweetest and most caring guy he’s ever known. This – this man before him who’s ready to bite his throat was not his brother. It’s a demon assuming his face. This facade asked him a question, but his voice was failing him.

“Answer me!” Larry shouted.

“Ye- yes!”

“Yes, what!?”

“Yes. I need punishment.”

“Good. Now, be a good lad and suck my cock.”

Larry swears he could hear Jon’s heart drop like a pin on the floor. Jon took a moment to take in what he had just heard. This monster was asking him to suck his stolen cock – his brother’s cock! While Jon is gay and admits his brother is one of the hottest guys in town, he has never shown any sexual interest in him. For goodness sake, they’re brothers! You don’t think about fucking the brother who’s shown you familial love through thick and thin. The mere thought betrays the brotherly love they had for one another. It’s reprehensible! And yet, it’s what Jon must do to prevent worse things that might happen to Nate. He must do what this monster asks of him so he will never think of harming him. It’s sickening, and it’s his punishment.

With trembling fingers, Jon pulled the thin towel that separated his mouth and Nate’s cock. Even with the fabric barrier, he could smell the musk of his sweat and the briny aroma of the dried lake water. The smell only intensified when the towel was gone. Just as he remembered, Nate’s package was enormous. Standing at 6 inches and growing, it was an insultingly delicious meal. He repeated in his mind that he was about to swallow it because it was what he needed to do to save Nate from harm, not because he was dying to swallow that decadent cock. Jon started slowly by dipping his lips on the tip. He sucked cocks before, and it’s what he always does. The guys he blew loved it slow and tender. On the other hand, this demon showed his discontent at Jon’s technique by grabbing the back of his head and ramming it straight for the base of his dick. They both screamed – one in pain and one in pleasure.

Larry’s hips rocked so he could push more of his dick deep inside his younger brother’s warm and wet mouth. He keeps his victims fresh from young adulthood, where hormones reign supreme, and the slightest touch sets their bodies ablaze with the fire of pleasure. This was no different. A sound of pleasure escaped his mouth, and it didn’t stop from there. When he grasped the feeling, he desperately sought more. He moved his hips like the waves from the lake. Rhythmic and constant, each ebb brought pleasures that would break his head in two. His mind was lost to the pleasure, and before he knew it, he was about to cum.

It came in spurts. One. Two. Three. It continues to higher numbers but lost count somewhere in eight. Warm lobules flushed down Jon’s throat. The thickness filled him to the brim, but he managed to swallow every drop. He’s proud of this trait and took delight in doing it. He can’t say the same when he’s doing it to his brother. He hoped Nate wasn't awake to see this.

Larry grabbed Jon by the neck and pulled his brother away. Like sheath to a sword, his mouth slid out, and his dick plopped out. Not a single drop of cum, just an even coat of his saliva coating the shaft of his dick. He’s pleased and surprised. What Jon did just made him decide to stay longer in this body.

“Let us set some ground rules now that you’re done with your punishment. One, don’t tell anybody about who I am. Two, you will follow all my orders. If you even think of breaking these rules, I will arrange your inside with this dick. You won’t be able to sit for days. Every time you feel a slight pain in your stomach, you will immediately think of me. I know you didn’t take kindly to sucking your older brother’s dick. He means a lot to you. I’m not stupid to not see that. So you should also know that I will let everyone in town know your punishment if you break my rules. Got it?”

“Got it,” Jon said, while tears flowed out of his eyes.

“Now be a good boy and suck my cock again. You’re brother’s such a slut for a cock sucking mouth.”