How hard does Dad use me?
Nasty
He pulls back slow, until only the crown remains, and I look up. I blink rapidly when piss jets into my mouth abruptly, and I almost gag in revulsion. My father holds my head firmly, “Drink, fag. Should've told me you were a fag two years ago.”
Gross! Ew, Dad! the thought runs through my mind reflexively even as I force myself to obediently start drinking as he has ordered, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his piss. My arms hang limply, my stomach giving a protesting rumble.
“Swallow it all, faggot!” my father commands, continuing to piss in my mouth for nearly two minutes before the stream's intensity tapers off. He yanks my hair, forcing my head back down to the hilt, stretching my throat around his thick rod.
I swallow obediently, draining the last drops of piss into my stomach with a groan of disgust. His fingers flex and tighten, pulling my hair so hard my scalp burns, and I whine in pain. He bucks his hips and grunts, ramming himself to the hilt.
“Shut the fuck up and take it, you stupid little faggot!” my father growls at me, and I quiet myself down, and focus on just taking it as he begins hammering my mouth. I try to suck his cock as best I can, because it's what my Master commanded.
I'm still grossed out that my Dad literally pissed in my mouth and made me drink it, but I've consented to Lucas' claim, so I have no choice. I swallow hard around my Dad's cock each time his balls slap against my chin, wincing at each hair-yank.
“Nothing but worthless faggot trash!” my father snarls lustfully, his hips slapping my cheeks so hard with each thrust that it is reddening my face. I suck to the best of my abilities, but I know it doesn't matter, he's just simply using me right now.
I can't blame him. It's my own fault, and it's what I deserve. Everyone knows it, so I take it, uncomplaining, as my throat swells around his thick cock with every slam. I can feel his arousal bubbling, the heartbeat in his cock rapidly quickening.
“Gonna make such a mess of you!” my father growls with arousal, grunting with every relentless smash of his hips against my face, compressing my nose between us, “You're gonna look like the disgraceful, useless faggot garbage that you are!”
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