This is a work of fiction. I hope no one is offended. A fan who, is a little person, who mentioned there are few stories where little people are characters, inspired it. You are not “invisible” anymore Dave. Feedback from readers is welcome and actually desirable : pro or con LOL!
Runt Revenge!
By Cicero
Okay I hated him and wanted him all at the same time. Let’s face it, who wouldn’t want Chet. He was six feet three and built like some Greek statue. Classical looks with green eyes and light blonde hair. I had an average build and merely okay in the looks area with my mom’s dark hair and eyes. I was a barely over four foot ten…yeah I was what the PC crowd would label a “little person”. Back in the day I’d have been called a dwarf. To Chet I was simply his little brother “the runt”. Did I also mention he was my half brother? His dad married my mom shortly after Chet’s second birthday. I popped out of the womb a few months later (yeah mom got knocked up).
From the first Chet labeled me as “the runt”. Thanks to him that name stuck to me all during grammar and high school. Old Golden Boy made my life miserable. Even if he hadn’t given me that nickname it would have been hell for me. He just made it okay for other guys in school to mock me.
Worse for me was that he was the big athletic hero all during our various school years. He was the star of the swim team and captain of the lacrosse team. The bastard even took up football and, wouldn’t you know, he landed the college’s quarterback position. As for me, don’t ask. Athletically I was a loser. His putdowns only increased as I failed at any sport.
Now here we were in the same college (thanks to my dad’s insistence) and Chet was doing it all over again but this time it was intolerable. The campus’ sport “god” and his little brother, “the runt”, became his running joke among his jock friends and frat brothers. So yeah, I hated him big time!
Trouble is from the second I began sprouting a bush below my waist I also discovered my brother-tormentor was my fantasy wet dream. I’d see him stroll out of the shower and seeing his smooth skinned muscled body would get me rock hard. I’d imagine sucking on those brown nipples on his perfect chest before licking down the light colored haired honey trail he had to savor his thick ten inches. I’d lay on the bed in my room jerking off as I fantasized about playing with his hefty barely furry blonde haired low hangers that swayed whenever he walked around naked. Don’t even get me started on the glory of his tight upturned round ass. Yeah he drove me drove me crazy thinking about hammering my fat thirteen incher up that butt-hole. Yeah, I did say I had thirteen inches…not everything about me was small!
Anyway, shortly into the final semester of my freshman year in college I decided enough was enough. I was going to “sack” my brother and finally get revenge and some sexual release. I hired an African-American pre-op to cruise my brother at some low life bar that I had taken my older brother to in order to celebrate some stupid win he had from his latest game. The guy was good but it also helped I’d arranged for a few spiked drinks to make the golden boy more than a bit woozy.
“You come here often white boy,” Tina aka Terrill slowly drawled. She flashed my buzzed big brother a grin as she slide next to him in our booth.
“Heya,” Chet slurred as his bleary eyes took in the tall beauty of my hired trannie. “If Idda known lushshus things like you stathed here,” he replied flashing his patented hot jock grin at Tina.
Tina giggled while letting her hand drift onto his crotch. She laughed as she gave his family jewels a definite hand massage.
I watched barely able to stop laughing myself as my hotshot older brother’s eyes went wide. “Fuck,” he wheezed as Tina playfully squeezed his manhood.
“Well if you insist lover,” Tina replied as she leaned in to sensually run the tip of her tongue over his right ear. “I’ve a place we can go but your friend here might get lonely.”
Chet grinned, “No worries the runt is used to being stag. Let’s head out .”
I nearly busted a gut laughing as I watched the dude seduce my bleary eyed drugged brother into going with “her” to a cheap hotel room to “get it on”. Shortly after they left, I was in the next room watching their action begin on a cam system I’d set up to spy on them. As I gazed at my screen I made a nice DVD of my big brother groaning and moaning shit while “getting it on big time” with the guy. I gotta admit seeing my big brother in his “rutting mode” was hot.
“Oh baby you got me so freaking hot,” he grunted as he stripped off in front of her. He sat next to her on the bed and began deep throating Tina as she played with his nipples. “Take off your dress so we can fuck baby,” he cooed as his manhood went into full erection.
“You like the special stuff I got right Chet,” Tina joked knowing she and I knew what that special stuff was even though he did not.
“I’m so hot for that special stuff you got,” Chet groaned as he let her push him back onto the bed. Seconds later they were locked into deeper kissing.
The drugged up dope never realized it was a dude he was making out with on the bed. Tina made sure to pull out her own erection so the camera could get a nice shot for future viewers of her “special stuff”. They made out and, God bless her, Tina some maneuvered herself so Chet never saw her “thing” when she got him primed to screw her in the arse. Even in the room’s poor lighting his hard defined body engaged its “fucking action” was a prime sight. I was mesmerized by the vision of his strong thigh muscles rippling as they pushed his torso in and out of the trannie’s arse. I swear I almost blew a wad myself as I gazed at his perfect rump quivering during his efforts to thrust deeper into Tina.
“Oh fuck,” Chet hissed when he fired into her arse. Seconds later he slumped over Tina. The bastard had shot his wad then passed out.
That threw me for a few minutes until I came up with an idea. I went in and told Tina my plan. She giggled and we set up the scene for taping. I got a nice streaming shot of Chet seemingly going down onto her crotch. Chet, who was still passed out, had been positioned so he was lying face down between the Tina’s’ raised thighs. To the viewer it appeared as if he was eating out Tina’s crotch. Holding Chet’s head steady with “her” thighs, my trannie wiggled her hips while moaning shit about how good old macho Chet “always knew how to lick her cock just right ”. Of course, thanks to that inventive creation, it clearly appeared Chet knew that the “woman” was a “guy”. Even better, it seemed he had regularly slept with the trannie. The finale was a fuzzy long shot of a prone Chet lying face down on the bed. His face was partially turned away from the camera so no one could see he was out cold. The trannie, who was lying on top of him, humped up and down in a way that appeared as if Chet was getting his arse plowed. Chet even moaned at a few points during his “mounting”. It was those unscripted moments that make a movie a classic. Naturally I insisted his arse screwing only look as if that was what was happening. Only I was going to pop big brother’s sweet cherry. Still it was a hot sight!
When Chet woke up hours later he found me sitting on a
chair in the fleabag room the “girl” had rented for them.
“What the fuck are you doing here runt?” He muttered as he sat up in the bed. His good-looking features still reflected the aftereffects of the drinking bout he had engaged in at the bar. He noticed me staring at him. “Get the fuck out of here you pathetic jerk. Or are you hoping to get a freebie view of my butt and junk,” he gazed at me with contempt. “Yeah I’ve always known you’re a faggot. Think I didn’t notice how you began checking me out. It was fun letting you get a few cheap thrill watching a real man’s body.” He shook his head in distain, “gees, I have a kid brother who is a runt and a pussy. What a loser.” He mumbled. “Speaking of pussy, you should try it runt. You might like it,” he paused then said to me with a snicker, “unless you fell into it you being such a shrimp.” A smug sneer came over him. “I really nailed that black bitch though.”
I said nothing. The fact he knew I was gay did not bother me. In fact it made things simpler. I merely nodded my head towards the side table where an open laptop screen was visible. I hit a remote and instantly it began playing a video of Chet’s sexual activities with my hired trannie. The shocked look on Chet’s face as he saw Tina’s dick then his horror as he watched his sexual escapade with her was priceless. A sick look suddenly came over him. He raced to the bathroom and dropped down before the toilet to throw up. As he did this, I casually told him I had made numerous copies that would go to his teammates and frat house brothers unless he did whatever I told him to do. He gazed up from the porcelain throne with a look of fear.
“You wouldn’t,” he croaked in a soft voice. “I swear I’ll kill you runt,” he continued saying in a vocal tone that was so terror filled it was laughable.
“Big bro,” I quietly replied. “Trust me I will send the copies out if you try anything on me. Now are you going to do whatever I tell you to do or do we let YouTube bring you fame?”
He gazed at me. A pale look came over him as the sound of his cooing to Tina about him loving her “special stuff” was clearly heard. “Fuck,” he gurgled before he began throwing up once more. After he finished he gazed up at me and nodded his agreement.
“If you want to keep your macho credentials intact then, meet me back here tomorrow night. Oh and be in your full football uniform,” I roughly said as I left him sitting on the bathroom floor. From his position he caught a glimpse of his oral scene where it appeared as if he was going down on Tina. He moaned, then stuck his head into the bowl where retched more of his guts out into the toilet. I left the room full of a novel sensation of power. An image of my big brother dressed up in his laced up tight white football pants flickered into my head. I laughed as I drove to my dorm room. The runt was now running things.
TBC.....
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