Fuck no!

You can't believe Brad thinks you're dumb enough to let him "play with your ass"! You've watched enough porno to know that will end up with his cock up your ass, and that is not how you plan to spend your spring break. "Fuck you, Brad! I'm not as dumb as you look!"

THWACK

You feel your body crumple like a ragdoll on the floor before you feel the sting of Brad's backhand. "You know bro, I was gonna make this fun for you too. Hell, I was gonna goddamn romance your stupid sissy ass. Fuck it. I guess instead I'll just make like Tyson and fuck you til you love me...faggot!"

You try to crawl away but your brother just laughs as he pins you down with one foot. He kneels and you whimper, "You can't do this!" But as he effortlessly pulls your tights off and replaces his foot with a hand wrapped tightly around your neck, it really starts to seem like he can do whatever he wants.

"Relax, baby bro. I'm not going to hurt you...much. Look I'm even using lube..." You wonder if he expects a thank you as you feel copious amounts of lube poured lewdly over your ass, seeping between your cheeks, all the way down to your exposed asshole.

Brad wastes no time with foreplay, he rubs his fat cock all over your slick ass, coating with lube. You squirm helplessly, it feels like a giant, oily snake is slithering all over your ass. You shudder as you realize that giant monster is about to be inside you. You try a last ditch, **** effort to stop Brad, knowing it's never worked before...pity. "Please, Brad. You're my brother. Please don't do this!"

Brad pauses for a moment and you feel a sudden swell of hope. Hope he crushes with a cruel laugh, "Hahahahaa! Oh shit...you actually mean it. I'm gonna level with...you since I'm about to fuck you queer anyway. Begging only turns me on. And I promise, long before I'm done, you will be begging me to fuck you harder!" His promise is followed by his cock shoving forcibly into your asshole.

"Please...nngg...stop....ah....please...whimper... please!" Every thrust of Brad's cock forces out an incoherent whimpers and pathetic pleas for pity. Both only seem to spur your bully brother to fuck you harder. In spite of the burning agony, or perhaps because of it, you take solace in the fact that there is no way you are enjoying this. Brad is wrong. He could fuck you all week and you would never beg for..."Oh gaaaaaaawd!"

"There it nngh is! Your sissy spot! Unh and now I'm gonna keep nngh pounding it until you beg for more!" You want to call him a liar, call him a failure, call him a faggot, but all that falls from your plump, parted lips are wet whimpers and needy moans. Every punishing blow alights your raw, ravaged nerves with pain unlike anything you have ever felt before. But unfortunately, they also set off something inside you that you never dreamed possible. A spot so small, so deeply hidden, you never would have discovered it on your own...but Brad found it, and he aims for it with deadly precision. Your body writhes helplessly, **** to endure the firey pits of Hell and the euphoric heights of Heaven. As you feel an epilectic fit of euphoric ecstasy burn across every frazzled nerve of your body, your traitorous, faggot cock squirting on your parent's tile floor.

"Puh puh puh PLEEEEEEEASSSSSSSSE!" You feel another overload building inside you, the pain don't hurt, and the pleasure has become so needy and ravenous that every second not spent in cummy convulsions is agony. And for some strange reason, your asshole brother has suddenly decided to slow down? To fuck you gently? Almost lovingly? How dare he?!

"So...unh I can tell you're about to beg me to nnh fuck you harder. But before you nggh do, I want you to know what it will mean. I will nggghh break you, make you my bitch, dress you up like my unh sissy sex doll, and pump you so full of nngh hormones and cum, you won't be able to get release without a hnngh hard dick up your cunt. I'm going to destroy you...but only if you beg me for it." Brad's monologue is as slow and deliberate as his thrusts. He stops shallow of your sticky sweet spot every time. By the time he finishes, you've started to long for the fatalistic future he's described. You hate to admit it, but Brad must have seen something in you that you never saw, that deep, soft, sissy spot just begging to be fucked.

"Please...I'll do it...I'll do it all! Just please fuck me harder! Break me! Make me your BITCH!" Brad doesn't waste a second, pounding sissygasms out of your yielding soft flesh in such rapid succession that they never begin or end, they just are. Your mind goes blissfully blank, for a moment of perfect clarity you realize that this is the mindless ecstasy you will be forever chasing. You will have to sink deeper, be transformed more permanently, until your every waking moment will be spent in humiliation and degredation, suffering stinging shame to earn these moments of sweet release.

"Daaaaamn, bitch! We are gonna have some fun this week!" Your bastard bully brother fills your sissy cunt with his seed. He lets you collapse in a wet, wrecked puddle of regretful need. You pant and moan and whimper with hope and despair for what his plans for the week entail.