Holstered Again

Dad's fingers tighten as he yanks my head back down on his cock as he slams his hips forward with all the same force as he has been using to skull-fuck me. My eyes flutter as Dad's balls are forced into my mouth again, stretching my jaw for him.

His thick cock stretches my throat to conform around it like a thin sleeve, as my eyes flutter against his wiry hair and firm skin. He keeps one hand on the back of my head as the other slips to my neck, feeling his cock through my stretched skin.

I groan and swallow, stroking his cock with the muscles of my throat and vibrating it with my vocal folds. Dad grips my throat firmly and starts stroking himself through my throat. He growls, “Nothing but a fucking sleeve for a fucking cock!”

“Fucking worthless little faggot cum-dump!” Dad snarls as his first thick rivulet of cum pumps from his thick phallic shaft into the bottom of my throat. “Get used to an all-cum diet, faggot, because you'll be drinking a lot of fresh cock milk!”

I whine helplessly on my Dad's cock as he jerks himself off inside my throat, holding my breath until the pulsing, finally, subsides. He pulls out, slow, making me wait to gasp for air around his cock as soon as it leaves my throat, completely.

When his cock finally slips out of my mouth completely, he takes a breath, both hands on top of my head again, and Dad sighs softly. “Whew. Can't believe I called you worthless, there. Sorry about that, faggot. Got a little carried away, there.”

“Forgiven, Dad,” I answer, licking his cock as programmed when he calls me a faggot, and he smiles down at me, watching me resume kissing and licking his meat. “Does that mean I still get to eat dinner with you guys?”

“Oh, no, you're definitely going to need to get used to an all-cum diet, fag,” Dad says sternly, “But you will be eating at the table with us. Or rather, you'll be eating your dinner under the table while we're eating ours at the table, you cum-slut.”

“For the next seven days, you'll get fed nothing but the cum you earn,” Dad tells me, “I'll make sure Enzo and Juno know to make sure they feed you regularly. They might even give you bonus snacks, but I won't tell them how to use you, fag.”

“Oh,” I smile up at my Dad lovingly as I lick and kiss his meat, working my mouth across his still-hard prick as he watches, enjoying the view. “Okay, Dad. I get it. So you're making sure I get enough to eat, right now?” My Dad grins smugly at me.

“That's exactly what I was doing, faggot,” he replies, “Good boy, fag. Your Mom and I are responsible for making sure you are eating well. The twins will help, but it's our job to make sure you're fed properly, and you're eating as you deserve to.”

“Now, your mother should be home soon. I'm going to watch some television, faggot,” Dad says, stepping back, and yet he makes no move to put his cock away. “Come, fag. You can worship my dick until your mother gets home, I think.”

“Yes, Dad!” I get up quickly and follow my Dad to the living room, kneeling in front of him as he sits in his love-seat and he turns on the television. He ignores me as I apply my mouth to his cock again, licking and kissing his thick, monstrous rod.

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