Renovations (Epilogue)

– August –

CJ pulled the truck into the driveway, being careful to back it in like Bud had instructed him to do, and he saw the dings in the garage door behind him where he’d backed into it a few times before, but he wasn’t going to do that today–he’d had a good day at work, he hadn’t fucked up at all–not even once, and he wasn’t going to fuck up this either. He took his time, probably a bit more than he needed to take, and remembered to double check that he’d put the stick in park before letting his foot up off the brake, which was how he always seemed to mess up, and then turned off the engine and climbed out, taking a moment of satisfaction at his parking job, before he slapped his forehead, climbed back in and set the parking break too.

So many things to do! It left CJ a bit exasperated, but he would get it, he would. He’d promised Bud he would do his very best, and he would. He’d done really good at work today, Ellis, the foreman at the construction site had told him so personally, while CJ was between his legs sucking on his balls after the rest of the construction site had cleared out, “You did a good job today pig, I was watching. I was real worried when I took you on that the only thing you’d be good for was sucking my cock, but you did real good. Now tongue my hole, pig, yeah, that’s it…”

He licked his lips, remembering the sweaty taste of his foreman’s cock and crack, and then hiked up his jeans and headed up the front steps and into his brother’s house. As soon as the door was shut behind him he took a deep smell of home and gave a sigh. Cigar smoke, beer, pizza, junk food, sweat, musk, it was wonderful. He took off his hi-viz vest and discarded it by the door on the floor, then pulled off his sweaty, dusty shirt and dropped his pants and grimy boxers which he’d been wearing everyday to work for the past three weeks, ever since Bud had told him he’d had to get a job to help pay the bills. He’d been nervous the first week, mostly because he’d never had a job like that before–hell, he’d never really had a job like that ever, and he’d fucked up a lot. He knew a lot of guys on the crew didn’t trust him or particularly like him, but he tried his hardest to fit in and it was getting better. Not to mention he got to suck Ellis’ cock every day after everyone else had left. Maybe things were finally getting better, he thought, maybe he was finally becoming a little less of a fuck up. Maybe he could even be more of a real man, like his brother–like his master.

CJ was forbidden to wear clothes in the house by Bud, but now that he had stripped and stepped out of his boots and socks, he walked through the piles of dirty laundry and trash littering the room to where Bud was on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table, and without having to be told, got down next to him, kneeling on the ground, head bowed, while he waited for his first orders of the afternoon. Bud let him stay there for a few minutes, watching his fat brother fidget a bit nervously. He could tell he wanted to say something, but he was curious to see if CJ was finally learning some discipline. If CJ couldn’t even behave as his slave, how in the world would he ever stop being such a fuck-up?

“Clean off my balls, slave,” he said finally, and CJ moved between his legs and started licking and sucking at his brother’s balls, occasionally looking up at him lovingly, and when Bud grabbed the back of his head and slid his hard cock down his throat, CJ let him control the speed of the fuck, taking breaths when he got the chance, but he knew that when Bud wanted his throat, he didn’t want a face–he wanted a hole, and that was ok with CJ. He loved being a hole for his master.

Bud yanked CJ’s face off his cock by the bit of grungy, shoulder length grey hair he still had on his head and then shot his load across his fat face, thick globs spattering across CJ’s open mouth and coating his thick, horseshoe mustache, his nose, his eyelids. When Bud released him he just stayed on his knees and didn’t touch it, knowing better than to start eating the cum until he’d received the order from Bud. He fidgeted again, and Bud smiled and nodded, and CJ licked the cum from his mustache, wiped it from his eye and then ate that from his hand, before kissing the head of his master’s soft cock in thanks.

“Now, I can tell there’s something you want to tell me pig, you have permission to speak.”

“Thank you sir,” CJ said, “I did a really good job today sir, I did! Even Ellis said so, while I was servicing him after work today, I did really good, and I didn’t fuck up at all. I was even extra careful parking, so I didn’t fuck that up either.”

Bud laughed, and then leaned forward and gave his brother a deep kiss, “That’s good to hear–maybe you aren’t hopeless after all.”

“I love you sir, thank you…thank you…Bud…for everything.” CJ said, knowing it was against the rules to use his brother’s name, but he wanted him to know how much it meant to him, and then nuzzled his brother’s belly with his face, and Bud thought about punishing him but decided to let it slide just this once, because CJ had had a good day, and he needed good days like these sometimes. “I think I’m going to order pizza tonight, how does that sound, pig?”

“Sound’s good sir.”

“You ready? I want you two eat four all by yourself, you fucking glutton. If you eat four, then I’ll give you permission to cum, got it? So don’t fuck this up either.”

“I won’t sir, I swear–thank you sir.”

Bud got up off the couch and walked to the kitchen where the phone was, and added over his shoulder, “Oh, and put in a dildo, slave. The nine inch I think. Fuck yourself on it until I get back.”

CJ nodded, “Yes sir,” and then started scrounging through the trash by the couch until he found a set of scummy dildos, and finding the one Bud had asked for, CJ set it on the floor and squatted over it, moaning a bit as it slipped into his hole. He’d gotten really good at opening up now, and Bud could fuck him raw without CJ making so much of a complaint, but he loved seeing CJ take things bigger than his cock too, and lately Bud had been hinting that he wanted CJ to learn to to take his fist and forearm, and while that scared him a bit, it also got him really horny, but he didn’t touch his hardening cock–he knew better. If he came again without permission, than his brother would lock his cock up and he really didn’t want that. He loved jacking off–he just needed to learn some self-control is all. He just needed to be less of a fuck up.

With the dildo in his ass, he laid on the couch and started fucking himself with the dildo, listening to his brother ordering pizza, and he heard him request Garrett as their delivery driver and he smiled. He loved having Garrett deliver his pizzas–the guy had a huge cock, and he much preferred using CJ’s mouth as a cumdump to getting a standard cash tip. Bud hung up the phone and came into the living room where CJ was fucking himself and took over the dildo, ramming it hard and fast, in and out of CJ’s hole, listening to his slave brother moan in pleasure, watching his cock harden and begin to drip, and CJ fell back into the joy of the moment.

This, he realized, this is what he wanted. This was the life he’d always wanted–why had he ever let that strange fantasy overwhelm him at all? Why had he ever thought all of those things, and fought Bud so much? His brother knew what was best for him after all; he should have just trusted him from the beginning. The fantasies had become a bit of a game to him now, and he would try and see how much he could remember from them, but as he delved into his memory, his brother pounding his hole, he realized that he couldn’t recall anything of substance. A few brief images–a computer screen, a clean living room, a muscular body, but that couldn’t have been his. How stupid could he have been, thinking that any of that had been ever been real? And what in the hell had he called himself? Chris? No, that wasn’t right. He couldn’t even remember his stupid name–good riddance. He shoved the thoughts away, willing the rest of them to disappear–they didn’t matter anymore.

This is what mattered, his brother fucking his fat, disgusting hole with a huge dildo. Getting ready to serve Garrett when he arrived with dinner. Eating everything his brother told him to eat, because Bud knew best. Bud handed him a thick, lit cigar to suck, and CJ took it gratefully, taking a huge drag off of it and letting the smoke float out over his fat, jiggling belly and past his hard cock. Look at me, he thought, look at me go, and laughed. He looked up at his brother–his keeper and smiled dumbly, and Bud looked down at him, and smiled back.