Fuck the faggot!

"Oh, God! I want it...!"

"Ask him, Wes. Beg him to fuck your faggot ass!"

"P-please, sir," he whined, meeting Samuel's eyes over his shoulder. "F-fuck my faggot ass..."

Samuel didn't need to be told twice. He spat twice, once on the winking hole and once on his own cock, coating in a thick layer of saliva. Then he positioned the head against Wesley's winking hole.

"Here it comes, Wes, are you ready?" Nancy said.

"Yes!"

Samuel pushed... but to no avail. The sphincter muscle that he'd tried so hard to loosen now stubbornly refused to give way. He pushed harder, but all he achieved was making Wesley whimper in pain.

Nancy lifted his chin, bringing their faces close enough together that the tips of their noses touched. Wesley's brow was creased, and it took him some effort before he could meet her gaze. He shook his head. "I... I can't! It's too big!"

"Oh, Wes!" she whispered, kissing him on the lips. A fraction of a second later, she drew back, her eyes wide with surprise at her own action. She laid a hand on his cheek, caressing it tenderly. Then she kissed him again, longer this time.

It was not a passionate kiss, but not a purely platonic one either. It was soft, loving. It would've been motherly but for the fact that between them, all they wore was a single, cum-soaked T-shirt.

Samuel was dumbstruck at the erotic sight of brother and sister kissing right in front of him, but then noticed that Nancy's unexpected move had caused Wesley's muscles to slacken: this was his chance! He hastily returned the glans of his cock to the entrance to the boy's ass, and pushed.

There was a palpable pop and suddenly he was inside.

Wesley cried out, the sound muted only by his sister's possessive lips. Samuel, on the other hand, moaned in pleasure. He'd never felt a tighter hole around his cock, and he paused for a time, both to enjoy the sensation and to give the boy time to adjust.

Then, inch by inch, he drove deeper, balancing his own pleasure against the intensity of Wesley's sounds of pain and discomfort until finally he bottomed out in the clutching hole.

"He's all the way in!" Nancy exclaimed, pride plain in her voice. "You did it!"

Wesley smiled wanly, face white with barely controlled tension.

"You can move now, Samuel," Nancy said.

"Wait, not—" Wesley began. "Ahhh! Oh, God, please wait!"

But Samuel had already pulled several inches back. "God, your ass feels fucking amazing!" He groaned. "I'm gonna push back in now, OK?"

"No, wait, pl—Ahhh!"

Ignoring Wesley's cries of pain, Samuel settled into a slow, long rhythm, focusing on his own pleasure. He was glad he'd come once already, because the pleasure was indescribable, and he didn't want it to end prematurely. Wesley's ass was boiling hot and clenched tightly around his cock, more powerfully than a mouth or pussy ever could.

Then, almost unnoticeably, Wesley's exclamations began to change pitch. He still expressed plenty of pain, but there was something else now too. The clenching of his sphincter muscle was different too, no longer **** but rhythmic, as if he was deliberately massaging Samuel's cock with it.

Nancy had kept cooing in her brother's ear and kissing him, and she noticed the change too.

"You like it, don't you?" She whispered to him, her gaze on Samuel. "You like having a big fat cock in your ass."

"Ughhhn...." He groaned. "P-please, I just..."

Samuel jabbed deeper.

"Oh, God! It's... it's too much!"

"Fuck him, Samuel," Nancy cried. "He can take it!"

Samuel increased the speed of his thrusts and really began buggering the young boy.

Wesley continued crying out, begging, pleading, tears rolling down his cheeks. But he did nothing to resist Samuel, and made no attempts to escape the brutal ass fucking.

"Oh, my God! You're playing with yourself, aren't you?" Nancy suddenly exclaimed. She clapped her hands excitedly. "You really do like it!"

Samuel looked closer and found the girl was right: Wesley's hand was wrapped around his pricklet. Having been discovered, he froze, his cheeks going fiery red in an instance.

"N-no! I'm... I'm..."

She silenced his objections with another kiss. "Shh, it's OK. Just enjoy it!"

Haltingly, his hand resumed moving. His pecker was slick with his own copious pre-cum, and the schlick schlick schlick of his hand around it echoed from the walls almost as loudly as the slap slap slap of Samuel's thrusts into his ass did.

"Nnnn..." Wesley exhaled, more like a moan now as the pleasure of his hand warred with the pain from his ass. His moans rose in pitch, then he squealed. His asshole tightened rhythmically, and Samuel heard several splats on the floor.

"Did you just, cum, bitch?"

"Ahhh.... y-yes!"

Samuel was overcome by a sudden desire to dominate him further. He wanted to own the little slut, to defile him. To break him. He withdrew his cock with a pop and pushed Wesley over. He flopped down almost limblessly onto his back. Samuel pushed his legs up into the air, laying them over his shoulders.

Samuel shot him a meaningful glance. Wesley shivered, but then reached down, took Samuel's cock in his hand, and lined it up once more. Samuel pushed inside, far more easily this time. Wesley's eyes rolled back in his head. His free hand hung indecisively in mid-air.

"Go on then, faggot," Samuel growled, resuming his thrusts. "You know you want to. Show us how you play with that little cocklet of yours!"

Wesley immediately began jerking himself off again in, his hand moving in quick, frantic tugs. He fully surrendered as Samuel drilled into him again and again. The new position caused the tip of Samuel pole to slide against the spot where he knew Wesley's prostate was located. He thought he could even feel it, a slight bulge, and every time he bumped into it, a squeak of pleasure escaped from Wesley's lips.

But Samuel was not yet satisfied. He leaned forwards, one hand on the floor besides Wesley's head. His other hand, he put around the boy's throat. He squeezed lightly, and Wesley's eyes widened.

"I own you now, slut," Samuel growled, resuming his thrusts. "Understand?"

Wesley nodded.

"Your tight little ass, your wet mouth hole," he continued, emphasizing his words by pushing three fingers inside. "All mine."

"'ez, 'ir..."

"Good little faggot slut."

"Nnngh... 'ez, 'ir!"

Wesley's eyes rolled back into his head and he came again, shuddering helplessly as the sensations overwhelmed it, white streaks of cum splattering all over his belly and chest. It was an impressive amount, especially given that he'd cum twice before already.

"One more," Samuel told him in between thrusts.

Wesley bit his lip. "I don't know if I can..."

Samuel grinned. "Try."

A nod.

"Good slut."

Wesley sighed.

"Oh, you like that, huh?"

The boy had been pushed far beyond deceit by sheer pleasure and nodded.

"Well, go on then, slut, stroke that little pecker of yours. Show us how good a faggot you can be!"

"Do it, Wes," Nancy added. "Show me how good a... a cock-sleeve you can be for your master."

Damn. Master? Samuel sure as hell like the sound of that.

As much as the dirty talk affected Wesley, it didn't leave him cold either, and he sped up his thrusts.

"Are you ready, fuck slut?" He growled.

"Yes!" Wesley exclaimed earnestly.

"Ready to get another load of cum?"

"Yes!"

"Ready to be marked like the faggot slut you are!?"

"Oh, God, yesss!"

Samuel pulled out; just in time for the first spurt to splatter all over the young boy in front of him, covering him in jizz from head to crotch. It was the last straw for Wesley, too, and their cum intermixed on his skin, jet after jet of it until they finally both ran out.