Mellow, Gentle

“I said kneel down,” Lucas says as he sighs and puts his hands on my shoulders, gently but firmly pressuring me down into a kneel, “I'll be gentle as a contrast to Dad and I won't call you names, but I do need my balls drained and you're evidently good for that.”

My cheeks tinge as my knees touch down on the floor with his feet between them, and he pulls my head forward with his hands, “Get it out. Suck my cock.”

I groan at him, but sigh and lift my hands, unbuttoning and unzipping my little brother's shorts. His cock swings out and slaps my face with an audible smack when I free him. He's bigger than I expected him to be — not bigger than mine, but, about the same size.

“Why are you doing this? You're not gay,” I say, and Lucas growls and pulls my head forward, guiding his cock into my mouth, “Hey, wh-mm!”

“I said suck, boy, not talk,” my little brother says down to me, driving himself gently but fully to the hilt, and making me moan on it, “and Dad called you a faggot. Using you doesn't make me gay anymore than using a fleshlight does, boy.”

I moan on him in answer, offering him a sweet vibration, as I start to bob my head and suck his cock. My eyes water, and I choke and cough a bit on his prick as he pushes into my throat, but he doesn't let me up. He's not ramming me like Dad, but he's not letting me off his dick, either.

“That's it, boy, suck that cock. Show me what a good boy you'd be if I were your master,” he encourages, and my cheeks warm further while I bob my head slowly, “That's it. There's my good boy. You're liking this, aren't you, boy? Don't even think about touching yourself, boy. You've got a job to do.”

Before I can think about it, Lucas puts his foot on my hard cock, pinning it to the floor under his weight, preventing me from being able to masturbate. He's making damned sure I know this is about him, this isn't about me, and I'm kneeling for his pleasure, not my own satisfaction.

“Mm, mm!” I start to pull back and push off with my hands, but Lucas grinds his foot against my cock and shoves my head back down, “Mm...? Mmph!”

“Ah, ah, ah, you're not done until I've cum,” he says, “and just for that, it's going on your face or maybe I begin fucking your mouth. Moan for me if you want me to start fucking your mouth.”