Filmed (Nice)

I follow him into his room, remaining on my hands and knees when he pushes my head down when I try to stand up. He stops in the middle of the room and I look up, “Stay, fag.”

My body freezes obediently, and I wait, watching him as he sets up his webcam and turns it on. Not streaming, but, still, recording. I remain on my hands and knees as he undresses, then presses play and walks in front of me, looking down.

“Worship this cock, faggot, show me what a fucking faggot you are,” he orders. I take a deep breath as I lean forward and lick his cock from the base to the crown, starting to worship my god's meat. He stretches and flexes his arms above him.

I don't look up. I know full well where my eyes belong now. I focus on his thick, beautiful cock, licking and kissing it in servile obedience as the webcam films it. Most of his gorgeous body on display, mine covered, to focus attention on him.

I lick and kiss for several minutes, until one hand comes down, tangling fingers in my hair, pulling my head up without a word and then sliding it down. His prick slides into my mouth like it belongs there, like it's the most natural thing ever.

It feels that way to me. I'm exactly where I'm meant to be, my mind entirely his, now reprogrammed. I know what I did to myself, but it doesn't change anything. He's my little brother, but he's also my god, and I am his brainwashed faggot slut.

His fingers tighten in my hair and he starts moving my head up and down, sighing in pleasure, “That's it, you little faggot. Let me use your mouth like you're nothing but a fucking flesh-light. Just something that's here for me to use to get off.”

My mind locks my body in place, malleable but exactly where he wants me. I moan softly, sucking worshipfully as my lips slide down the thick shaft, caressing his meat with moist velvet. I can hear my god moaning, softly, in pleasure, above me.

“This is all you're really good for, isn't it, faggot?” my little brother asks, “Moan if this is all you're good for. Moan loud.” My body responds with only servile obedience, moaning as loud as possible as my mouth is used to stroke his thick meat.

“Heh. I knew it, fucking faggot,” he sneers triumphantly, “You'll show this video to all your friends, classmates, even professors. Proudly tell them how you're first and foremost your little brother's worshipful faggot whore cock-sleeve.”

Then he looks at the camera, while continuing to use my mouth to jerk himself off, “If you're watching this, you can use this faggot once without paying. Consider it a free sample, courtesy of me. He'll obey and do exactly as you need him to.”

“Isn't that right, you fucking little faggot whore?” my little brother says looking back down at me, “Moan loud if I'm right. Moan loud if anyone watching this can stuff their dick in your mouth and be confident you'll suck it like a good little fag.”

I moan, as loud as I can, and he sighs in pleasure, continuing to stroke his prick with my lips and tongue.