[M4TM] Your bully step-brother knows you're gay.... and he likes it....

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If I wasn't one of the most arrogant, insufferable, vulgar creatures alive you could, in your deepest dreams, almost imagine finding me somewhat enjoyable. Through our time in each other's lives as peers, you truly didn't understand how someone who seemed to care so little for his education managed to keep pace with you academically. To me, you were the uptight nerd. To you, I was the brainless debauch. At every turn I made my disapproval for you known, as you did for me. My method was usually name calling and yours was layered insults that'd usually go straight over my head. We were genuinely eager for graduation and a day where we'd never have to see each other again...... then our parents got fucking married.

Step-brothers..... actual fucking step-brothers. We were now eternally bound and considered relatives. This genuinely couldn't have gone more wrong. Sure, your mother made my father happy and I liked seeing it. Sure, you were genuinely surprised how minted my father was and didn't mind the massive house to call home. Regardless, there was a deeper issue beyond you just not liking me. After we'd finished college you genuinely wanted to grow as as a person and express yourself.... your gender.... and your sexuality..... but you were afraid.

You were afraid the mockery and name calling would get worse. You were afraid you'd actually be unsafe around me. Your 21st birthday came and you had every intention of coming out to your friends.... but you took every precaution to ensure I wasn't gonna be at that party. You organised a pub meet up, you ate till you felt bloated, you drank till you felt warm all over and.... you did it. Surrounded only by friends, you came out. And.... they loved it. Your friends were nothing but supportive and proud of you. The night continued to be as fun as you could hope and you drank probably a liiiittle too much. You went out for some air. It was late and the street was fairly empty. You leaned against a wall and felt the drunken weight of your body. You then heard it. Two men exiting the pub. They noticed you, they exchanged hushed words, then one of them called to you as they both approached.

"Hey dude.... aren't you the guy who just came out as a gay?"

In that instant you knew you weren't safe. You tried to straighten up but the booze had worked its magic on your legs. Your heart raced, you ran a cold sweat.... then in a barely perceivable blur you saw one of the men immediately slammed into the stone wall. The other was then grabbed by the arm and flung to the ground. Someone with a very familiar build then stomped on their hand. He helped in agony but your step-brother didn't seem to care.

"If it wasn't his birthday I'd be going to jail and you'd he going to a grave, cunt."

That voice, that language? Yeah it was him entirely. You began to actually stand on your own two feet but were grabbed by the arm and tugged along.

"Your mother said you'd be perfectly safe and could take care of yourself. Some shit that was. Get in the fucking car," you knew there were words you weren't hearing but you got the basic gist of it. You were thrown in a car and your brother sped away with you. Ripping you away from your party and your night. You'd have been sadder about it if you weren't so drunk. Some time later we were home.

You were barely awake by this point. You felt me lift you out of the car. You felt the cold night air as I carried you inside. You smelled the familiar scent of your bedroom and soon the comfort of your mattress.... then you felt your clothes being removed. Not sinisterly, not savagely, just efficient. Then you heard some more.... more mutters....

"You didn't want me there.... did you actually think I was gonna give a shit about you being gay? Fuck you're such an...." I didn't commit to anymore insults. Once you were down to just a shirt and boxers, I pulled your blankets over you. You felt me sitting on your bed, you felt my gaze on you.... my fingers in your hair....

"Are you awake?" I asked, you actively chose not to respond.

"You know..... I am.... proud of you...." You felt me leaning closer to you, you felt my breath on your brow.... you felt my lips on your forehead. Gently, sweetly, before I pulled away slowly.

"Happy birthday, nerd," You felt me stand up and just before I left the room.... "You know..... I'm kinda glad. Now I know there's less competition...."

**Writer's Notes**

DAMN that starter went on for way too long but if you're reading this I assume you're in for the long haul. Okay, let me clarify what's happening here. Two men know each other as peers and hate each other. Through and through enemies. Then their parents get married, enemies to enemy step brothers..... now your character has come out as gay and conveniently, my character is the same. That's the main dynamic set up I've created here and it's up to us to flesh it out from there.

You may have noticed the M4TM tag, meaning I want your character to be a trans man. Now, were you transitioned this entire time, even before the coming out party? Did my character know you were trans? Was your party both a coming out of your gender and your sexuality? That's a not insignificant factor for us to clarify in chat. As well as the exact type of romantic/sexual dynamic between these two. Toxic as fuck? Sexually heated while they can't stand each other? Actually tender and loving? All of those are options and I'm eager to see where we can take this!

Some things you'd likely want to know about me before reaching out:

- I am 22 and only RP with people 20+

- I can write in first or third person and will match your length

- I prefer discord

- I prefer illustrated references or just descriptions

- I don't play femboys

- my limits are shit, sexual gore, diapers, food play, fisting, smegma, extreme musk and the like. Some of my kinks are power play, aftercare, affection, hate fucks, confined areas, public, breeding, spanking, collars, bondage, light knife play, scratching and there's definitely more!