Cody

You wake to the sensation of a boot hitting you in the side. Your eyes flutter open and you start to push yourself up onto your hands and knees, but he plants his foot on your back and shoves you back down. As you look up, Cody plants one dirty boot on the side of your face, lowering himself onto one knee, unbuttoning and then unzipping his pants, letting his prick out.

You open your mouth, his boot on one side of your head pinning you to the ground as he slides his prick through grass into your mouth. He rolls his hips, shoving it tot he hilt in your mouth and throat. It's early morning and the chill in the air makes you shiver as you **** on his dick, your eyes watering as he slams down into you, violently ploughing your face.

You can only groan, grinding your tongue against his underside and sucking as best you can, swallowing each time you feel his nuts against the side of your mouth as he uses you like this, “Can't believe I never realised what a faggot you were, Brian.”

The name doesn't even mean anything to you anymore, not now. It's been almost erased from your mind, and you don't associate with it anymore. Your name is bitch, fag, faggot, slut, whore, whatever they want to call you. Whatever your former twin sister decides it is or should be.

He doesn't treat you with anything that resembles the warmth and friendliness he used to. He just uses you, as if it is all you're good for, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. His thick prick pumps across your tongue as you worship him with your mouth, tightening your velvet lips for his pleasure even as he grinds his boot on the side of your face.

Then he pulls back and stands up, pumping his prick with one hand while still keeping one boot on your face. You twitch as you feel his cum spraying down on your arm and chest, before he moves his foot and spits on your face. His saliva pools on your face in the footprint he leaves behind, sneering at you for a moment, “Fucking faggot.”

As you groan and push yourself onto your hands and knees, you see his mother standing on the back porch watching him come back to the house, “Good boy, son.”

While he walks into the house, Sam's mother walks over to you, backhanding you across the cleaner side of your face, which only has grass stains. She yanks your hair and pulls your head back, stepping close, “You better have sucked my son's cock properly you fucking faggot. You better not have tried to half-ass it because nobody else was watching!”

“No, Miss! I gave him my bes-mmph!” you protest earnestly, before she lifts her skirt and shoves your face between her legs.

“Lick it, you worthless little fag,” she orders. You weren't told you'd need to eat pussy, but she's hardly giving you a say in the matter. Your tongue extends obediently, and you start licking Sam's mom.

“Focus on the clit you stupid faggot,” she orders, groaning when you find it, “Should've always known this was all you were, Brian. Not womanly enough to be a daughter, too femme to be a real man. Goddamned fag.” You don't argue, you don't protest. She's right. This is all you are. A fucking faggot meant to be taken and used.

You lick her cunt more forcefully, grinding your tongue against her glans and hood until she bursts all over your face. She continues to hold your face against her cunt as you feel hands on your hips, making you keep eating her.