He Takes Control Ver. 2

Wanting to just rip the damn band-aid off, Lloyd shoves his way into his home in the midst of the usual "family dinner."

Mom, of course, was wearing her typical micro bikini top and mini pencil skirt (it didn't cover even half of her big, tight, ass) as she scrambled around the table serving whatever Chuck demanded she cook. Her dark pixie cut was frazzled as she presented a pot to Chuck. Tonight looks like that kind of Mac and Cheese that you need to **** over all fucking day to even make decently.

Chuck, naturally, was at the head of the table, a smug smile on his fat ass face while their former teacher loudly sucked him off under table and two of Lloyd's exes pressed thier tits into his face while the other four horny sluts sat in the living room making out and stuffing their faces with sopping wet pussy.

Lloyd's father, as usual, sat near Chuck, trying to make tired jokes and generally buddy up to that piece of shit.

Over the moans of his past loves, Lloyd heard:

"Do you need any more dinner, King Rocknuts?" Ah, so that's what Chuck wanted himself called today. "I made it exactly how you -"

"King Rocknuts" took the pot of cheesy goodness and dumped it all over his sluts tits and slopped his face into them for his meal. The his fuckdolls giggled and fingered themselves, dripping puddles onto the hardwood.

"Hehe, good one, Chuckster," Lloyd's dad interjected. "That reminds me of a, uh, a pretty decent joke I heard at the office. It went something like, uh, oh, how'd it go? It went..." the man mumbled and fumbled his way through a joke so mundane and tedious that I can't even be bothered to make a joke about it.

Eventually, Chuck noticed Lloyd, his pervy little eyes glinting through that fat face. "Oh, hey, baby bitch." He spat through cheese and titties. "Got some grub for ya." He tossed his head to indicate a tiny cardboard box with "Bich tabel" written on the side in crayon. That asshole never could fucking spell. On top of the box was a pile of sunflower seed shells mixed with maggots.

"Eat up, shithead, or you're sleeping in the septic tank!" He laughed his disgusting little laugh while his sluts giggled and came from his cruelty. Quivering, seizing bodies filled the house as they experienced another mind melting orgasm. Lloyd wasn't fazed. This shit was his daily life.

But not any fucking more.

"Make me."

Sound never got sucked out of a room faster, even in fucking space.

"The fuck you say to me?" Every single set of eyes was on Lloyd now. He thought he'd be nervous but no. He felt powerful.

"Make me, shrimp dick."