Throat

Lucas doesn't let me answer, instead he simply shows me what a faggot I am, what a faggot he sees me as, now, pushing my head down. My throat flexes and stretches around him as he forces my mouth down to the hilt, then jerks his hips.

I grunt as his balls slide into my mouth, forcing his entire phallic shaft into my throat all the way to his hilt. I groan and cough, choking around his cock, and my little brother moans triumphantly, “Fuck, yes, choke on my fat cock, faggot ...”

I don't really have a choice in the matter, my eyes watering against his skin and hair. I put my hands on his hips, and he gives me a firm kick in the nuts. “Don't you dare even think about trying to push me off until I'm finished, fucking fag.”

I cup his hips and caress them reassuringly, and he sighs as his pulsing cock explodes. I can feel thick rivulets of his cum pumping into my throat. I swallow desperately, groaning as he pulls back enough to let me get some air, then in, again.

I relax a bit, knowing he's not going to suffocate me on his prick while he's unloading in my throat, and swallow around him. I'm impressed by how much there is, how long his release lasts, as I kneel silently, sucking on his balls submissively.

“Fuck, hell, yes!” my little brother hisses the words in pleasure as my tongue caresses his jewels, and the throbbing slows. He sighs, finally pulling back slowly, until his balls slide free. His cock follows slowly, until only the crown is in my mouth.

“So, what do you think, faggot?” he asks, as I catch my breath and look up at him, “I mean clearly you're nothing but a fag. That's how I'll treat you for the rest of our lives, so don't even ask. I know what you are now, I'll treat you as you deserve.”

“Okay,” I answer, and he brushes the crown against my lips. I open my mouth and he slides in, and I start sucking his cock. He pulls it back out and slaps my face with it, and I let him. I remain on my knees, processing how our relationship shifted.

“So, what do you think, faggot?” he repeats, slapping my face with his prick again, hard enough to make a stinging crack, “Do you want to be my personal faggot, or just brothers with benefits? Or is incest kind of too much even for you, faggot?”

“I ...” He slaps my face with his cock again and slides it back into my mouth. I immediately resume sucking his cock gently.

“Also, do you prefer the gentle handling I gave you, or the rough handling Dad gave you? Or a mix of both?” He pulls back, sliding his cock out of my mouth again. I'm beginning to realise shut up and suck will just be how he interrupts me talking.