Johnny was lounging on his bed, mindlessly flipping through a magazine when he heard the door to his bedroom slam open. He groaned, annoyed at the interruption. He should have known his little brother, Timmy, would barge in without knocking.
"Hey, Johnny, what's shaking?" Timmy asked, a playful smirk on his face.
Johnny quickly tried to hide his growing arousal, hoping Timmy wouldn't notice. But it was too late. Timmy's eyes flicked down to Johnny's crotch and he raised an eyebrow.
"Looks like someone's excited to see me," Timmy said, a teasing note in his voice.
Johnny scowled, trying to play it cool. "Shut up, Timmy. You wish you were as well-endowed as me."
Timmy laughed. "Endowed? Is that what you call it? I always thought 'tiny' was a more accurate description."
Johnny felt a surge of anger. He couldn't let Timmy get the best of him. He had to prove his masculinity.
"At least I have muscles," Johnny shot back. "Unlike you, who looks like a twig."
Timmy rolled his eyes. "Muscles don't mean anything if you don't know how to use them. And I doubt you have any experience with women to back up those muscles."
Johnny clenched his fists, feeling his anger rising. He couldn't let Timmy win this argument. He had to prove he was the dominant one.
"Fine," Johnny said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll show you just how experienced I am."
Before Timmy could react, Johnny grabbed him and threw him on the bed, pinning him down. Timmy's eyes widened in surprise, but there was a hint of excitement in them as well.
Johnny felt a rush of power as he held Timmy down. He could do whatever he wanted to him. And he wanted to show Timmy just how experienced he was.
He began to undress Timmy, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Timmy's shirt. Timmy tried to struggle, but it was no use. Johnny was too strong.
As Johnny pulled off Timmy's pants, he realized Timmy's true intentions. Timmy had wanted this all along. He had wanted Johnny to overpower him.
Johnny grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. He was going to give Timmy what he wanted and more.
He took what he wanted, his body moving roughly against Timmy's. Timmy moaned, his body responding to Johnny's assault.
Johnny was satisfied, but he wasn't done yet. He continued to fuck Timmy, his body moving in a steady rhythm.
Timmy was completely submitted, his body trembling beneath Johnny's. He begged for more, his voice hoarse and needy.
Johnny grinned, amused by Timmy's change of heart. He gave Timmy what he wanted and more, his body moving faster and harder.
When Johnny was finished, he left Timmy lying in a satisfied heap. He had proved his masculinity. He was the dominant one. And Timmy would always know it.
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