The art of cultivation is the process of understanding one’s body, of training and manipulating the energy within, in order to eventually achieve immortality. Of all the adherents of the Secluded Cauldron school, the Yuan brothers were among the most talented and devoted in this understanding, although not all of their peers fully appreciated this level of skill.
The Secluded Cauldron was a strange, hidden place. From the outside, the Black Mountain appeared a dark and unscalable peak, its sheer stone sides rising ominously up into the clouds and out of view. But those who knew its secrets could wend their way through nearly-invisible passages in the stone shell and into the old, overgrown caldera of the volcano. This basin, sheltered from all sides by sheer stone walls, gathered so much mist and rainfall that the place was overgrown, bursting with life. Its calm and lush atmosphere made it the perfect gathering place of spiritual energy, and thus ideal for the location of a cultivation school.
Yuan Mengyao, eldest of the three Yuan brothers, sat still and upright in his room, gazing out the window at the misty jungle beyond, his brush poised over the scroll he was writing as his mind searched for the precise word he wanted. Though the other cultivators of their sect were not appreciative of some of the brothers’ more... innovative practices, he still felt it was important to keep records of their discoveries. Perhaps they would be of use to someone in the future.
He inhaled deeply, letting the cool, fragrant air fill his lungs. He might as well have been a statue of pale skin and elegant robes, black hair cascading smooth and shining down his back, nary a ripple in his stillness. Then he deliberately set down his brush and waited. A normal person would not have heard the slight rustling in the plants outside the window, but to a cultivator’s well-trained senses, it was obvious that someone was approaching.
Moments later, Yuan Weimin, the middle brother, peeked his head up over the edge of the window, wincing when he found his eldest sibling staring right at him.
“Ah, ge, I thought you would be working...” Yuan Weimin said sheepishly. He stood, now that it was obvious that there was no point in trying to be stealthy.
“I was,” Yuan Mengyao said, raising a single, elegant eyebrow. “What brings you skulking about under my window? Aren’t you supposed to be training?”
“Yeeeeeah,” Yuan Weimin hedged. “Technically. Only we got assigned to practice in pairs and I got Hou Fu, and, well...”
“Ah,” said Yuan Mengyao. The single word spoke volumes. Most of the other cultivators in the sect, although not always understanding of the Yuan brothers, were at least polite to them. Hou Fu was one of the exceptions, a nasty, petty backbiter with an unearned sense of smug superiority. Early on in their youth, Hou Fu had tried to come onto Yuan Weimin, enamored by his developing beauty and physical prowess in both sports and combat, not to mention the utterly massive size of his cock. Yuan Weimin had turned him down, and ever since Hou Fu had been nothing but condescending to all three brothers. Yuan Mengyao sighed. “Please tell me you didn’t punch him again.”
“I didn’t!” Yuan Weimin assured, pride clearly stung. “I made my excuses and left. I thought I might come here and... see what you were up to...”
Once again, Yuan Mengyao raised a silent eyebrow. His younger siblings were always helpless against the expression, and as expected it didn’t take long before Yuan Weimin was squirming under his gaze.
“Okay,” he admitted, “I was gonna spy on you. It’s not my fault you’re so beautiful, ge.” He looked up at his older brother through his eyelashes, fluttering them innocently.
Yuan Mengyao sighed and smiled indulgently at him. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked fondly.
Yuan Weimin grinned. “I know what I’d like to do with you, if you have the time.”
Yuan Mengyao tapped his chin with a single long, elegant finger, contemplative. “I suppose. You’re supposed to be training anyway.” He might as well train in their family style. “Alright.”
Yuan Weimin let out a happy whoop and immediately began to strip off his robes, leaving them in a messy heap of white and pale green fabric. By contrast, Yuan Mengyao was far more deliberate, carefully removing his hairpiece and slowly divesting himself of his own similarly-colored robes layer by layer. He took long enough that Yuan Weimin easily finished first and came to eagerly help divest his brother of the last few remaining garments.
“Patience,” Yuan Mengyao reminded him reprovingly, but not without fondness. “Remember to maintain awareness of your own body, as well as your partner’s. Feel the qi flow through your dantian and down into your cock.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said Yuan Weimin, but he dutifully closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. His cock, an enormous beast of a thing over half the length of his thighs, stirred quickly and eagerly to hardness.
It would have been an intimidating sight, were it not for the fact that Yuan Mengyao’s was even larger, proportional in size to his skill and dedication to his cultivation. Cultivation was, after all, the study of nurturing inhuman skills and attributes within one’s body. If the Yuan brothers focused their energies in a particular direction, well... the energy of lust was the energy of life, was it not? Yuan Mengyao held that theirs was no less worthy a path of cultivation than anyone else’s.
He finished disrobing and stood, allowing his younger brother to admire his body. And admire Yuan Weimin did. He reached forward to lovingly stroke his brother’s cock, wider around than his own considerable bicep, his eyes full of a sort of ecstatic hero-worship.
With a grin and a quick glance up to his brother’s face, Yuan Weimin slipped around behind him. His brother’s rear aspect was, if anything, even more pleasing; his buttocks were enormous and round, like two muskmelons, a perfect handful apiece. Yuan Weimin buried his face between them eagerly, licking a stripe up his brother’s crack.
Eyes closed, Yuan Mengyao allowed the sensation to shiver up his body, the energy of it traveling the pathways of his nerves. He took a deep breath and then, breathing out, allowed his muscles to relax and his nether passageway to sweat, readying himself for penetration. Even as he did so he felt his brother’s impatient fingers lining up at his entrance, before three of the digits began to slide eagerly up into him. He groaned in encouragement as they slid deep, deeper, all the way to the knuckle, before Yuan Weimin pulled them out again.
The next penetration was bigger; Yuan Weimin’s entire hand began to push its way inside him. Yuan Mengyao breathed deep. Precise muscle control allowed him to fully relax his passage, easily accommodating both the hand and arm that followed as his brother casually fisted him. He groaned again in appreciation.
Yuan Weimin began to thrust his arm into his brother’s ass over and over in smooth, deliberate motions, impaling him elbow-deep each time. Yuan Mengyao’s cock stirred with pleasure, a behemoth rising from its slumber. With his spare hand, Yuan Weimin reached around to pet the soft skin of it, tickling it endearingly.
“Are you ready to take me in, brother?” purred Yuan Weimin.
“Not here,” Yuan Mengyao murmured. “I don’t wish to soil my manuscript. Let’s go out to the porch.”
One of the advantages of being old enough to no longer live in the dorm building with the other students was that Yuan Mengyao was given his own home, recessed enough into the caldera’s vast jungle so as to afford him some privacy. The downside was that he was responsible for cleaning the place himself, not always an easy feat when he regularly came enough to coat the floor of an entire room.
He expected Yuan Weimin’s arm to withdraw, but to his surprise his brother said, “Here, let me,” placed his spare hand in the center of Yuan Mengyao’s back, and lifted him bodily into his arms, one limb still elbow-deep in his rectum.
He’d gotten stronger lately, Yuan Mengyao noted with a feeling of pride. He was hefting his brother’s entire weight almost effortlessly, all while maintaining his penetration. With a pleased sigh, Yuan Mengyao wrapped his arms around his brother’s neck and allowed himself to be carried out to the porch, his brother’s arm still embedded within him.
The front porch, a wide edifice of pale wood, looked out onto the wending path and the lush greenery surrounding the house. The misty, qi-filled air of the forest suffused them, bolstering their internal energy and fueling the depth of their lust.
“Here we are,” said Yuan Weimin. Using one arm to hold his elder brother pinned against his chest, he withdrew his arm from Yuan Mengyao’s ass in a slow and deliberate gesture, then held him effortlessly above the spike of his fully-erect cock. “Ready?” he asked graciously.
Yuan Mengyao nodded, and immediately his brother began to lower him onto the waiting erection, cleaving his ass wide open. The member was scarcely smaller than his forearm had been, and split him apart as his own weight forced him down onto it. He sighed in pleasure as he slid down the length of the pole, his body enveloping it greedily, until he finally came to rest with his brother’s balls brushing up against the bulbous mounds of his ass.
Once again displaying his effortless strength and supreme muscle control, Yuan Weimin bent his legs and lowered them both further, settling them down onto the wood of the porch until he was kneeling behind his older brother, who was in turn on all fours. No sooner had their weight fully settled than he began to thrust, arcing his hips back and plunging eagerly into his brother’s ass again and again.
Yuan Weimin’s thrusts were not painful—Yuan Mengyao’s ass was far too experienced and well-trained in accommodating his brothers for that—but they were merciless. He thrust hard and with abandon, drilling him over and over with a dedicated persistence fueled by abundant qi. Yuan Mengyao knew from experience that his brother could easily keep up such a ruthless pace for hours if necessary. He flexed the muscles of his ass around the invading member and settled in for a good, long pounding.
Yuan Weimin had been fucking his brother’s ass for over forty minutes when a voice rang out from the path up to the cottage. “Hey!” Both brothers turned to look to find their youngest sibling, Yuan Xiaojian, standing at the point where the path curved into the jungle, staring at them, hands on his hips. “Are you playing without Xiaojian?” their brother pouted.
Yuan Xiaojian was an adorable little bao, round and open-hearted and beloved by all that met him. He looked fully the part of the cultivator in adorable miniature, with his hair bound up in a neat bun atop his head and his robes ever-so-slightly too big on his small frame. Although only eight, his training in the family cultivation path had caused his sexual awakening to come early, and he was accustomed to being included in the brothers’ exploits given the opportunity.
“Sorry A-jian,” said Yuan Mengyao, his voice punctuated by the forceful rhythm of his brother’s thrusts. “We did not mean to exclude you. You can come join us if you like.”
“Yeah Jianjian,” said Yuan Weimin, a grin in his voice. “Your dage’s only got one of his holes filled. Why don’t you come balance him out?”
“How was your training?” Yuan Mengyao asked as his youngest brother mounted the stairs to the cottage porch.
“Fine,” said the boy as he quickly divested himself of his clothes. His cock was as large as Yuan Weimin’s already, despite his tender young age. By the time he was fully grown, Yuan Mengyao suspected, it would be far larger than either of theirs. He opened his mouth to allow his youngest brother to slip the gargantuan cock between his lips.
Although it was enormous, Yuan Xiaojian was not nearly as experienced with his member as his brothers yet. He gasped and wriggled in pleasure as the warm, wet cavern of his brother’s mouth enveloped him. “It feels good gege!” he said happily.
Yuan Mengyao smiled around his brother’s phallus and began to fellate it skillfully, licking up the sides and coaxing it deep into his throat, causing his youngest brother to cry out. “Ah! Gege!”
Yuan Mengyao wanted to reminded his brother to treat this as further training, to mind the flow of his qi as the energy circulated from the older brother up the length of the younger brother’s cock. But it was impossible for him to speak around the mouthful of flesh penetrating him, and so he merely focused on the task at hand.
Still, it was important that Yuan Xiaojian got some kind of training out of the encounter. Supporting himself on one elbow, Yuan Mengyao reached between his brother’s legs and applied the gentle pressure of a single fingertip to Yuan Xiaojian’s anus.
The youngest brother whimpered. “Gege,” he whined as the finger began to push lightly but rhythmically against the circle of muscle, matching the tempo of Yuan Weimin’s hips as he continued his unrelenting pounding of the eldest brother’s ass.
Yuan Mengyao hummed sternly, hoping to convey his meaning. It was a conversation they’d had often enough that Yuan Xiaojian immediately understood his words. He felt his littlest brother take a deep breath and focus on relaxing his anal muscles.
He was nowhere near as skilled at it as Yuan Mengyao was, but after a minute or so of careful concentration, he felt the flesh of Yuan Xiaojian’s ass soften and part, accepting the exploratory digit into himself.
With a satisfied feeling of pride, Yuan Mengyao slowly pushed the single finger deeper and deeper into his brother’s ass, making sure his brother welcomed it easily and without any painful friction, pausing every half-inch or so to give him time to focus and adjust his body. He gave a pleased hum when he finally managed to bury the digit all the way inside him and then simply left it there, embedded in his brother’s body. Meanwhile, he continued to pleasure his youngest brother’s cock, swallowing it down and bobbing his head over it with skillful ease.
With his youth and inexperience, Yuan Xiaojian was the first to come, despite having arrived late to the encounter. With a squeal of “Gege!” he climaxed, balls twitching, pouring a substantial helping of cum down his brother’s throat. His small, chubby-fingered hands clenched in his brother’s hair as he rode out the waves of his pleasure, filling his eldest sibling with jizz.
Yuan Mengyao swallowed it all effortlessly despite the rather significant volume, pulling back only after the spasms had completely stopped and giving his brother a light kiss on the tip of his softening cock. As he did so he gently slid the finger out of his brother’s ass as well.
Yuan Weimin, meanwhile, showed absolutely no signs of slowing down, let alone stopping. He continued to mercilessly pound his brother’s ass, his thrusts just as deep and energetic as when he’d begun. His fingers playfully kneaded the bulging flesh of his brother’s rear cheeks as he worked at his willing and accomodating hole.
Yuan Xiaojian backed off long enough to catch his breath. He was sweating slightly from the pleasure, his cheeks flushed and ruddy. When he had rested a moment, he moved around beside them to watch his erge fuck his dage. “Gege,” he said after a moment. “Can I touch your cock?”
“If you’d like, A-jian,” Yuan Mengyao allowed.
Yuan Xiaojian leaned forward eagerly and began to run both his hands up his brother’s cock at the same time; it was large enough that he could not encircle it even with both at once, even when it wasn’t fully erect as it was now. He nuzzled the enormous phallus with his soft cheeks, giving it a little kiss.
“Isn’t Gege going to come?” he asked.
“Eventually,” Yuan Mengyao assured him. “But not until your brother finishes, and he’s still got a ways to go I think.”
“Want to help me out, Jianjian?” Yuan Weimin asked with his usual roguish grin. “If you can get hard again, you can join me in Gege’s ass. How does that sound?”
“Already?” Yuan Xiaojian asked skeptically.
“Remember your training,” Yuan Mengyao prompted him. “Focus your qi. Your cock is just below your dantian; it has easy access to your energy reserves. Focus your energy through your meridians and between your legs.”
The brothers watched, Yuan Weimin’s thrusts not faltering in the slightest, as their youngest sibling closed his eyes and scrunched up his face. Moments later his expression smoothed out, accompanied by deep and controlled breathing. As he did so, his cock began to stir once more, twitching as it awakened and began to grow hard again.
“There you go,” said Yuan Mengyao. “Good job A-jian. Your control is improving.”
“Way to go,” Yuan Weimin echoed. “Now, your reward.” He reached forward to grab Yuan Mengyao’s thighs and pulled him effortlessly upright, back-to-chest, supporting his weight and spreading open his legs. “Come here,” he instructed.
Yuan Xiaojian crawled back in front of his brothers, this time sitting back so his erection was pointed straight upwards. He shuffled forward until he was seated on his middle brother’s lap, straddling him, his own legs draped over each of his brother’s thighs.
Yuan Weimin lifted Yuan Mengyao’s body to make room, sliding him up the length of his cock until only the head remained inside. Suspended at the apex, Yuan Mengyao reached down between his own legs and lined up the head of his youngest brother’s cock with his still-penetrated entrance. “Hold your cocks together,” he instructed Yuan Xiaojian. “Like this.”
Yuan Xiaojian did as he was told, pressing his cock up against Yuan Weimin’s. When Yuan Mengyao was sure he had it, he let go and leaned back to indicate to Yuan Weimin that he was ready.
Slowly, using one hand to help guide his youngest brother’s cock, Yuan Weimin proceeded to drop his oldest brother down onto the matching cleave of his youngest brother’s eager phallus. Together, the two enormous cocks were comparable in girth and length to being fisted by two forearms at once, but Yuan Mengyao’s hole took them like a champ, distending around them and welcoming in the second member with barely any resistance. He groaned in appreciation as he was penetrated, stretched wide and dicked deeper and deeper as he slid down their matching poles.
When he was seated once more in their laps, Yuan Weimin took the lead again and began raising his older brother up and down, forcing him to bottom out on their cocks over and over again. Yuan Xiaojian groaned helplessly. “Gege, it feels so good!” he said, face pinched with pleasure. “You’re so tight!”
“Hold on as long as you can, Jianjian,” Yuan Weimin warned. “I want to keep fucking him for a good while longer.”
Yuan Xiaojian did his best, and his best, as it turned out, was not too bad. For another forty minutes or so the two brothers were able to continue fucking their eldest, raising him up and then slamming him down between them over and over. Eventually Yuan Xiaojian wrapped his arms around his eldest brother’s cock in front of him, clutching it against his bare chest and holding onto it for dear life amidst the waves of pleasure that flooded him from being inside Yuan Mengyao alongside his middle brother’s cock.
But eventually it was too much for the young one. “Gege!” he cried out. “Gege! I’m gonna come! I’m coming!”
His balls twitched and he began to flood his brother’s passage with seed. Not wanting to overstimulate him, Yuan Weimin matched him and allowed himself to come as well, burying himself as deep as he could before letting loose and filling his brother with a massive torrent of cum.
Finally able to stop holding himself back, Yuan Mengyao allowed himself his own release as well, and began to come. His seed erupted from the end of his enormous cock, quickly coating his youngest brother’s face and hair and continuing to flood forth, coming and coming until Yuan Xiaojian was positively drenched in the stuff and even then showing no signs of stopping. For nearly a full minute he poured cum over his youngest brother, his own chest and neck, and the wood of the porch around them, an endless deluge of pleasure.
When he finally finished, he was breathing hard, panting with the exertion. For all his training, holding back had been a bit of a strain even for him. He let out a contented sigh as his brothers finally slid their cocks out of him, leaving his hole gaping wide and twitching as it was abandoned, gushing with cum as his brothers' deposits began to leak from him.
“Nice work,” he complimented when he was finally able to find his breath again. “I can see you’ve been training very hard. I’m so proud of both of you.”
Yuan Weimin blushed, looking a bit embarrassed by the praise, while Yuan Xiaojian simply beamed.
“Gege, it was fun!” he enthused. “Can we do it again?”
Yuan Mengyao smiled indulgently. “You’ve used a lot of qi; you have to be careful not to strain yourself.” He patted the boy on the head. “Let’s get you a healthy dinner to replace the energy, and then maybe we’ll see, hm?”