Successful

I crawl on my hands and knees until Dad holds his hand up and motions me to halt. I nod obediently, then I turn sideways, to ensure optimal visibility. I can tell I'll be in trouble if the show isn't good, assuming I can get myself in my mouth, at all.

I've never even tried to suck my own cock, but Dad and the twins are watching expectantly. My brain rewires while I work out the best position. I lay on my back, lifting my legs until my toes hit the floor behind my head, then the balls of my feet.

I straighten my feet so the bridges of my feet will be against the floor, and then my knees touch the floor above my head. I look up at my cock, close but not there yet, and realise I need to bring my knees back, and I bend my spine a little further.

My crown touches my lips, and I blink, staring up the length of my own meat. Before I can think about my own scent, the musk pleasant in my lungs, Dad snaps his fingers and issues a command. “Drive it in, faggot, don't just look at the faucet.”

My hips jerk instinctively, and my cock drives into my mouth. I'm not quite as well-endowed as Mom or Dad, or the twins, but I am above-average. I remember having the largest cock in most locker rooms, I'm just the smallest in my own family.

Simple reason is I was born with a good cock, but they use theirs more, and it shows. My cock slides through my lips and, then, the crown slips a little into my throat. Dad clicks his tongue and makes a negative sound. “All the fucking way, fag.”

My spine curls further, and my hips jerk violently on their own, as if my balls now sense they'll get drained, at long last. The command brings my hips forward until they slap against my cheeks. My throat swells around my own thick phallus.

Before I can even have a moment to appreciate that I've managed to take my own cock to the hilt, Juno clears her throat and issues an order to me. “Well, don't just sit there with your throat full of dick, slut. Slam your whore throat! Violently!”

My hands flex against the floor and my fingers splay as my eyes widen at Juno's order. Before I can think to resist doing it, my hips comply. My calves and thighs flex, my hips jerk back, and I stare up at my own cock, sliding back. I grunt, “Wai-!”

My hips silence my face with a brutal forward thrust, and the hard crack of my hips against my cheeks. They don't stop or hesitate, pulling back and then slamming back in before I can even think to try to speak as my brain rewires to obedience.

My hands refuse to move from the floor, steadying myself for my hips to use my mouth and throat. Hard and fast, muscles tense and flex, my hips hammer my cock like a piston into a hole that exists just to take it as my nuts slap against my eyes.

I groan, shuddering in pleasure as my voice vibrates my cock. Fuck, that feels good, and I start moaning involuntarily on it as my cock rams itself down my throat. My brain rewires to encourage the movement, forcing me to moan on my own rod.

I wasn't remotely ready for it, but my entire body rebelled as my brain rewired to put control of my movement to obeying my family. I know they're watching, but all I can see is my own nuts, swaying back and then coming in to slap on my eyes.

I close my eyes and moan, taking it as my hips skull-fuck me with a ruthless abandon. For a few long minutes, my cock just slams in, pulls back, slams in again, before Enzo growls an order. “Holster it when you're ready to feed yourself, faggot!”

My hips fly savagely against my face, reddening my cheeks with a sting I'm ashamed to say I'm enjoying. I moan on myself and I suck as hard as my hips will give me the chance to, but they don't slow or ease. Then I feel myself beginning to pulse.

Again, my hips reject any attempt for me to assert control. They slam even harder, every muscle in my body tensing all at once to obey, and my hips crash against my face with a hard thwack. My balls force themselves directly into my mouth.

I immediately, instinctively start to suck my own balls, moaning and swallowing around my own cock now lodged fully in my throat. Thick pulses of cum pump into my throat, and I swallow them, adding them to Mom's milk inside my stomach.

“Good faggot,” Juno praises me, “You may pull out when you're done feeding yourself. Then get under the table and eat, slut. You have three more helpings to drink.” My hips pull back slow, slipping my balls from my mouth, and then my rod.

I gasp for air, filling my lungs with the scent of my own musk as I stare at my retreating hips. My body returns to my own control as I unfurl, groaning and arching. I roll over onto my stomach, push myself up, and crawl on my hands and knees.

I beeline my way under the table, and pause, breathing in the combined scent of musk from three exposed and rock-hard cocks. I watch Enzo and Juno stroking themselves, idly, with one hand, clearly not attempting to get off, but still, stroking.

“Why are you two masturbating?” I ask before I can think better of it.

“Eat from Dad's cock first, slut,” Enzo replies, “we're stroking ourselves to edge for you. We want to make sure that we will feed you as much as we possibly can.” My cheeks warm, my beloved little brother and little sister putting themselves out.

Just to be able to feed me more, to make sure I won't be hungry. I take another deep breath, listening to the sound of Mom crossing the kitchen. As Mom sets the twins' plates down, I move to Dad's waiting cock, standing proud and hard, all mine.

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