Holstered

Edmund's grip in my hair remains ironclad as he continues slamming himself into my face. Even as his cock starts pulsing, he continues brutally ramming himself down my throat, edging himself by shifting his pace back and forth, faster, slower.

Never gentle, always hard and even cruel, he edges himself to draw this out for another ten minutes. He growls with lust, as he finally looks down at me. “Eyes up, faggot. I want to see what a worthless little faggot my fucking friend actually is!”

I look up at him obediently, making eye contact for a few seconds as his cock slams in again, then pulls back. When he can take no more, he wrenches hard on my hair and I yelp in pain, as he bucks his hips, slamming in fully, holstering himself.

His heavy balls force themselves onto my tongue, my throat stretching around his entire length. His hilt lodged in the top of my throat, I can't make eye contact, but I know he's looking down at me in more ways than one as his cock pulses hard.

I can see only the wiry curls and firm skin at his hilt as one of my closest buddies holds my head down on his fat, hard rod. He growls with arousal as the first pulse of his cum shoots into the bottom of my throat. “Take it, you fucking stupid fag!”

My cheeks are dark red, both with humiliation from being used and degraded by a close friend and from the pain of how hard he was smacking his hips against them. I moan and swallow around him, sucking his balls, hoping he'll relax a little.

“That's it, that's better, fucking faggot!” Edmund moans above me. “Swallow my nut while you suck my nuts!” I continue, obediently, caressing his balls with my tongue as they set tight in my mouth, swallowing around his phallus as he unloads.

“Fuck, yes!” Edmund growls louder, “That's it, good little fucking faggot!” Gratification colours his voice in my ears, and my tongue continues to work. I use the muscles of my throat to stroke his fat rod from hilt to crown, with every swallow on it.

Edmund finally sighs when the pulsing stops, having released a load of impressive volume. He slides back slowly, pulling it out of my mouth. When his cock leaves my mouth, his fingers flex and one hand moves to my chin, to tilt my face upward.

“That was fantastic, faggot,” he commends me, “I'm sorry I called you stupid and worthless.”

“It's okay, I deserved it,” I answer, “I should've told you what I am, but I just didn't realise it until recently.”

“Guess the brainwashing forced you to accept shit about yourself,” he muses, “Hope you'll remember that when you get deprogrammed. If I'd known this is what you are, I'd have been using you for a while. Your mouth is perfect for cock.”

“Thanks,” I beam up at him, and he smirks, shaking his head.

“Fuck, you're such a fucking faggot, you take that as a compliment when most boys would be offended,” he replies, then slaps his cock against my red cheeks, “Hope your face is okay. I kind of went hard there, on you, didn't I, faggot?”

“Yea,” I reply, “but I deserved a hard pounding for not having volunteered to let you use me before this. You deserved to be getting full use of me.” He taps his crown against my lips.

“Can't argue with that, faggot,” he chuckles, then motions to his prick. I put it away obediently, kissing his cock goodbye before covering it with his underclothes, then buttoning and zipping him up. His fingers relax in my hair and he ruffles it.

“Good boy, fag. Go back to your Mom, now.” I obediently turn and crawl on my hands and knees to where Mom is waiting for me. “Thanks for letting me use him, Misses Grennan.” I hear the door closing. Mom jerks her head toward the kitchen.

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Here the story converges in Chapter 23: Family Dinner.