Chad Gets Slobbed (Part 4?)

Wasn't super happy with this one for various reasons, not quite sure what to be honest, so I'll probably back up a bit and try a different direction with part 3. That said, if there's something you'd like to see, let me know, and I'll take it into consideration.

Chad sat in his little pickup, coming down from his orgasm, trying to decide what to do about the brother’s invitation, or demand, he supposed. He had a feeling that if he decided to not go, and blew them off, there would be some sort of repercussion down the road. He  didn’t know enough about what sort of magic the two brothers were using on him to try and fight back. Hell, he hadn’t even believed in magic of any sort until yesterday.

It had to be a trap of course. He knew that the brothers were just going to try and fuck with him more if he showed up to the address they had sent him. On the other hand, if he didn’t go, then there was a good chance that they’d find a way to mess with him anyway, probably as punishment. He was likely screwed either way, but at least if he went there tonight, he might have an opportunity to see how the brothers worked whatever magic they were going, and maybe find a way to break or reverse this spell and get back to normal. At the very least, they would think he was under their control, which might lead them into letting their guard down a bit more.

Of course, part of him desperately wanted to go, wanted to speed off and drive over there as fast as he fucking could, so he could smell them, taste them, beg the brothers to fuck him at either end all night—hell, all weekend—long. Chad tried to tell himself that he was going to the address to try and save himself and see what he could learn, but as he turned the key and drove out of the school parking lot, he couldn’t ignore the fact that his little piggy cock was rock hard, or stop himself from taking a little whiff of the filthy jockstrap at every red light, resisting the urge to pull over and jack off with it pressed to his face all over again. As he got closer to the address, more and more he was feeling like this was a bad idea. He wasn’t really in control of himself, he didn’t understand what sort of control the brothers already had over him. He was committed though. It was stupid, but it was the least stupid of the choices he could make, and maybe it would give him an opportunity to get back at the brothers for wrecking his life, if he could maybe turn the magic around on them.

Sure enough, he pulled into a trailer park, as he’d expected. It was a lot more rundown than he’d expected it to be. The trailers were pretty much all single wides in various states of disrepair, with rusted out trucks and trash littering the small yards around each of them. The road wasn’t paved, just gravel. He found the address at the back end of the park and pulled into the small driveway, noticing that the brother’s own truck wasn’t there. In fact, looking at the place from inside the cab after he’d turned off the car, it didn’t look like anyone was there at all. The windows were all dark, there wasn’t anything that he could hear. It only made him more and more certain that this was some sort of trap. This was stupid. The brothers weren’t even here, he might as well just leave. He tried to start up the truck again, only for the ignition to refuse to turn over. His truck was dead—he was either walking the fifteen or so miles back home, or he’d have to figure out how to fix it somehow—that, or the brothers were fucking with him again, and making sure that he couldn’t leave now that he’d gotten here.

It was probably just his battery or something, he thought as he got out. He could probably ask someone around if they could give him a jump. His eyes kept drifting back towards the dark trailer, and he found himself overwhelmed with curiosity now. Why would the brothers want him to come here, anyway? Didn’t a little part of him want to find out what was going on? Without even realizing it, he was walking towards the front door of the trailer, up the metal steps. He opened up the screen door, then tried to flimsy door, and sure enough, it popped right open. It wasn’t even locked. He’d come this far, just a peek wouldn’t hurt. He stepped inside, fumbled for a light switch, and turned it on.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but nothing jumped out at him and grabbed him. The inside of the trailer wasn’t in any worse shape that all the others he’d just driven past. There was a single recliner on one side facing a TV hung on the wall. A little kitchen that didn’t look particularly clean. The fridge was humming—he opened it up and there wasn’t much, just some cheap beer inside. The same with the bathroom towards the back of the trailer, but before he could get to the closed bedroom door, he heard the front door open up behind him, turned around, and saw Jim and Bobby enter, blocking his escape.

“There’s the little pig,” Jim said, “Can’t believe ya were stupid enough tah actually show up. Or maybe y’er just that desperate fer our cocks, eh?”

“Come on, Jim, ya know the pig can’t resist an order from us.”

“Well that’s true too. Could tell the pig tah go wallow in some mud ‘n he’d convince himself tah do it.”

“Look, I showed up, alright?” Chad said, “Whatever this is, just tell me what you want from me, so I can get my life back, please.”

“You know Chad, my brother ‘n I, we don’t live here,” Jim said, “We don’t even live in a trailer, even though most a the team thinks we do. Yer the one who said it first, ‘n everyone just believed ya. Our dad’s a contractor, got a pretty nice place out in the country where we live, two acres, nice little garden, real fine place.”

“I’m sorry, ok? I was an asshole, is that what you want to hear?” Chad said.

“I mean, it sounds nice, but no, that ain’t nearly enough,” Bobby said.

“Makes it a bit worse, honestly, that ya knew ya were being such a piece a shit the whole time,” Jim added, “Ya thought we couldn’t do anythin’ to ya, didn’t ya? That no matter how much a shitheel ya were, there’s nothin’ two stupid rednecks could do to hurt you. How ya feelin’ now, Chad? Still think yer invincible? Maybe it’s time ya meet the fella who lives here, eh?”

Bobby snickered, and Jim just grinned at him.

“What are you talking about?” Chad said.

“The guy who lives here. He ain’t home right now, but he’ll be here soon.”

Chad felt a little pit in his stomach growing larger. He’d known it was a trap, and still he’d walked right into it. He’d convinced himself to do it, like an idiot.

“Don’t ya wanna know who lives here, Chad?” Bobby asked, still chuckling.

“Look, I just want to go home, ok?” Chad said, looking for a way around the two brothers to escape.

Jim shook his head. “No Chad, what ya want tah do, is ya want tah see what’s in the bedroom behind you more than anything, right?”

The sense of curiosity he’d been feeling intensified. He did really want to know what was in there, didn’t he? He shook his head, trying to resist it, but already he could feel himself rationalizing it, agreeing with it, turning around and opening the door to the bedroom, revealing what what, or who, was waiting inside…