Stuck Pt: 1

Stuck

Me and Marcus had never gotten along well.
Since we were kids all we've ever done together is fight, well… Not so much fight, more Marcus chasing me and me running from him. Which usually was easy because of his size.

Marcus was a very angry guy, most things I did triggered him. Talking too much, taking a shower, breathing too loud etc. It was a 24 hour job to our parents, keeping him under control. Which in time became too much even for them, as he kept on growing bigger and bigger.

Our parents died in a car accident a few years ago, so Marcus being my closest adult relative became my legal guardian. Now I’m 17 and its only a year until I can finally live alone, without Marcus, I'm sure he would have given me away already if it wasn't for the child support money.

So now its just me and my cruel giant 6’7, 600 Ibs big brother.

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DYLAN! WHERE IS MY BREAKFAST?!

Oh no, I’ve overslept.

I put on the first pair of slackers I could find and rushed into Marcus’s bedroom. The familiar scent of sweat and his lactose intolerance lingered in the air. He laid in bed, seemingly furious.

- Why haven't you made me breakfast yet? It’s 9AM. He asked me in a stern voice.

- I’m so sorry Marcus I forgot to turn on my alarm.

I was sure he would punish me in some way, how I had no idea. Marcus was, although dumb, very creative.

He climbed out of bed, wearing only a pair of (what used to be white) tight whites. He walked up to me, pushing me into the wall keeping me trapped with his huge belly and said very calmly.

I would like pancakes with whipped cream and a bowl of cereal. Please.

Are you sure? You know your stomach is very sensitive to dairy…

Dear brother, it’s not ME who is sensitive, YOU are! Now off you go.

There was no reason to argue with him, so I walked to the kitchen and made his breakfast. Still very surprised he didn't beat me up for being late.

After he’d eaten his breakfast in bed I started preparing his 2nd breakfast, bacon and eggs. Which he usually eats in the kitchen. I called him and he came out from his room, wearing only a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. Both too small for his huge frame, especially the shorts which were digging into his sides, showing a plumbers crack even when standing up. It was almost impossible to find anything in his size to accommodate his enormous backside. Protruding almost 3 feet behind him.

In his hand was a leather belt. Which frightened me, he has never struck me with that before.

Without a word he put the belt around my neck, and strapped it to the backside of his chair. Pulling it in very closely forcing me on my knees. Me being only 5’2 and 110 Ibs stood no chance in fighting him, even though I tried.
This is your punishment for being late this morning. He said, with a malicious tone in his voice.

He sat down in the chair he strapped me to, it creaked and groaned out in agony when his full weight was on it. His plumbers crack only inches away from my face.

What are you doi…? ”PRRRAAAP”

He without any care in the world had just passed gas onto my face. The smell being indescribable, his lactose intolerance being my punishment today.

He chuckled to himself. In his mind this was a fitting way to treat his baby brother who cooks, clean, and even helps him shower. To him I was nothing, just a slave. And since he is ”homeschooling" me, I'm always available to him.

Please Marcus st… ”pfffffft” he made an SBD, burning my nose.

This went on for 10 minutes, I nearly threw up a few times but kept it together. Then he stood up, turned around grabbed the belt that kept me trapped, and instead of freeing me like I thought he would he strapped me in tighter, my chin now resting on the chair. Turned around and prepared to sit down again.

Why are you doing this to me?! I shouted at him. What have I ever done to you?!

Nothing, it’s just more fun this way. We’re going to spend a lot of time together from now on, I want us to get much closer!

Before I got a chance to ask him what he meant, he sat down. My nose now digging into his asscrack, so every time I breathed I could smell him. He scooted backwards so my whole face smashed into his backside, pushing me outwards from the chair, making me almost unable to breathe because of the belt around my neck. His backfat resting on my head.

What little air I could take in was all him, every fart I had to vacuum up. I was in my personal version of hell.

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After a while he finally stood up, removed the belt and went back inside his bedroom. Not a word said. I was left on the floor alone, panting for air… Sweet fresh air.

I felt very weak so I went to lay down on the couch, and falled to sleep.

I was suddenly woken up from an unbearable weight suddenly on my body. It was Marcus, now dressed in jeans and a hoodie. Resting all of his weight on me, his huge ass reaching from my neck to my knees.

Sorry I woke you up, but you’re in my seat. But its fine you can stay. He said with a devilish smile.

I couldn't really talk, just make groans and pathetic attempts to push him off of me. Which he in response laughed to. It made him bounce which hurt even more so I figured the best thing to do was to lay still. Hoping he’d leave soon.

I’m not getting up until I hear something crack. He said, in a very ”as a matter of fact” voice.

I started to panic under him, i didn't care how much it hurt i just needed to get him off me. Now.
He started to sway to his sides, rolling on my body up and down. Increasing the weight on me. Damn it hurts.

I finally succeed in writhing my way out from under him. Landing on the floor in front off the couch.

My relief was short lives, when I felt his feet on my back, and I felt his weight starting to bear down on me. I couldn't stop myself from screaming. And he started to tread up and down on me with his huge barefoot size 14 feet.

He now stood on my upper back on one foot, I could feel my ribcage breaking down. How could anyone be so cruel?

On second thought, I don't want you to break… Yet.

He stepped off of me, and went to the door putting his shoes back on. And said

I’m going out to see a couple of friends, I’ll be back in a few hours. See ya later!

And just like that, he was gone. Leaving me in the apartment.

I just wanted to leave, now, I had too, he’s going to kill me! I packed my most important belongings and was about too open the door. When I noticed there was no handle on it. I was very confused, when did this door get here?

Then I realized that the last time I left the apartment was two months ago, I was always busy with chores so I hadn't had time to anything else. He has trapped me here! I can’t get out, what am I going to do now?

I’m stuck.

By GasMeUp