Firm, Gentle

“I said get on your knees you little slut,” Lucas doesn't so much say the words as growling them, his hands lifting to my face and tangling in my hair. Before I can object, he pulls my hair downward, forcing my to lower immediately onto my knees in front of him, right after my shower.

“Get it out, boy,” he growls, firm but not forceful, and my cheeks warm, “Get that cock out and suck it, you little slut.” My eyes flutter up at him and his expression remains firm.

“Don't make me ask twice, you little slut.” I've never seen my little brother be this assertive before, and I get the feeling he won't just casually let me up if I tell him I don't want to do this. Truth is, I'm not sure whether I do or not, but I don't have much choice. Maybe there's some residual effect from me having experimentally brainwashed myself.

My hands lift up and unbutton, then unzip, and I open up his shorts. His cock slaps across my face with a crack! and I take a breath, inhaling the scent of him. Above me, Lucas grunts, one hand leaving my hair and moving to his hard cock, angling it down until the crown touches my lips. “I. Said. Suck. Slut.”

Each word is punctuated by the hand still on my head shoving it down onto his cock, forcing his cock to the hilt through my lips, then pulling my head up and pushing it back down, and pulling it back up again. “Suck! Now!”

I moan softly in answer, involuntarily, and begin sucking my little brother's cock, as he's giving me little choice in the matter. I'd be lying if I said I'm not surprised by how easily he switched into taking control of me, how much I like his scent, or how big his dick is. I wasn't expecting him to fill my mouth and throat like this.

“Moan if you like me calling you a slut,” he orders, “Bite me if you don't. I'll take a non-answer and assume you don't know yet. Fuck I can't believe you let me put you on your knees and use you this easily you little slut.” My cheeks burn, but I don't bite him. Truth is, I was always curious about name-calling, but as a virgin, the guys I hung with wouldn't do it.

I moan involuntarily and Lucas sighs in pleasure, “I knew it, you're a little fucking slut for cock, aren't you? Just a fucking fag so desperate for cock your little brother can use you, aren't you? Moan if you like being called a faggot, you little fag.”

My cheeks feel like they're on fire but I moan again, obediently, and begin bobbing my head on his meat, sucking him with more intentional focus. He sighs and relaxes his hand on my head, bringing the other back to it, “That's it, faggot. Suck it.”

For about twenty minutes, I kneel nude in the bathroom, sucking my younger brother's cock, learning how to satisfy him. I wasn't expecting this kind of escalation, but I can't help wonder if I should just write his name on me and make myself his. He sighs in pleasure, letting me suck him on my own time, but I can feel him starting to pulse.

“Should I cum in your throat, faggot, or paint you like the little fag you are?” asks Lucas, but he doesn't give me a chance to answer.