Interrupted (Dad)

As I enter the hallway, my father steps out of his bedroom. When he sees me, he turns toward me and smirks. I mindlessly kneel down, and he steps up to me. I quickly reach up, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, and pulling them down a bit.

His thick cock springs out, slapping the side of my face. He slaps me hard, “Well, you stupid little fucking faggot?”

I kiss his cock and lick from base to crown, then wrap my lips around his cock. I slide my mouth down his meat, choking a bit and gagging. My eyes water and I cough, but I force myself to the hilt. Above me, my father sighs softly in satisfaction.

“So glad my son enslaved his worthless little faggot whore of a big brother,” my father says, rolling his hips into my face. He pulls back, sliding himself out of my throat as one hand palms the back of my head, his other resting against the wall.

Then he thrusts, and shoves my head down, ramming so hard his balls slap my chin with a crisp smack! I grunt, but I don't resist. Instead, I mindlessly suck my father's cock, working his meat as is my place, knowing my father is entitled to this.

It doesn't matter he's my dad. My Master, my god, decreed that he would have free use of me, and it's only natural that I should be on my knees for him. This is just how it's meant to be. I moan softly, sucking as best I can as I cough around it.

My father's hips speed up, and he begins to really piston against me, hammering me so hard my cheeks stay red from the force of his impact. I can hear the bedroom door opening, and a low whistle from my god, “Look at that slut throat swell.”

“You enjoying the faggot, Dad?” asks my god. My father grunts a yes.

“I was headed to the kitchen when I noticed the stupid little slut wasn't in use,” he growls, “Figured I'd treat myself to my balls being drained and my cock polished. You don't need it right away, do you?” I don't look up, I simply keep sucking it.

“Tzsch, no, of course not,” my Master replies, and my father grunts in pleasure as he continues to skull-fuck me violently, right in the hallway. I can hear my god lean against his door-frame. It creaks as he does, anytime he leans against it at all.

“You don't mind me enslaving him?” asks my Master. Dad scoffs.

“Mind? Fuck!” he hisses, bottoming out in my throat and slamming his balls against my lips, “I'm proud of you for seeing what a worthless piece of shit this little faggot cunt is, how unworthy of freedom it is, and putting it where it belongs!”

“Awesome,” my Master says contentedly, watching and probably stroking his cock while waiting for our Dad to finish up. My father's hips continue to smack hard against my face, punctuated by a string of cruel obscenities that don't register.

“Worthless!” his hips smack against my face, “Stupid!” He grunts with arousal, his thick cock slick and pulsing hard in my throat. I can feel his heart beating, and I suck mindlessly, oblivious to the harsh, nasty, degrading words my father utters.

“Faggot!” he snarls, pulling back further to slam harder and feel my mouth on more of his length, “Slut!” His hips slam in, and I gag and choke as his balls are forced into my mouth, my throat stretched even deeper by his cock lodged fully in it.

He holds my head down, and I can feel his seed pumping into my throat. My Master sighs with approval as he watches, satisfied, “Swallow faggot. Take Dad's load like the little fucking free-use whore you are, fag.”

I brainlessly obey, my reprogrammed mind focused on the sole thing that matters at this moment: appeasing my god and servicing my father. When the pulsing finally stops, he pulls out with a harsh yank on my hair, and I gasp for air.

My father slaps me so hard I fall to the floor, “Fucking faggot.”

I hear him stuff his prick back in his pants and walk away. My Master snaps his fingers and I push myself up on my hands and knees. I look up and see his cock. I lick it obediently. He tousles my hair, “Good, fag. Come. I need another blowjob.”