Ingratitude is the World's Reward

Victoria jerked her arm away from Shawn but his hand gripped her wrist tighter, holding her, stopping her from leaving. It was then, seeing the coldness in his eyes that she realised he was serious about her giving him some appreciation. It wasn’t a joke or some lecherous remark; Shawn was outright demanding that Victoria show her thanksgiving. And she was absolutely sure that he didn’t want money, or any other possession. The only real question was how much gratitude he wanted to collect on. A handjob? A blowjob? More? She remembered Shawn’s threat to Dustin, to fuck her before his brother could. Had he come to collect on that promise?

“Leave her alone,” Dustin shouted, storming over. “You might have screwed me over, but don’t expect me to sit by and just let you do whatever you want to Victoria!”

“Excuse me while I have a little chat with my baby brother,” Shawn requested in a faux cutesy tone, as if it were the sweetest and nicest situation in the world, before the next words came out, firm and peremptory. “Don’t move.”

Shawn’s ‘little chat’ with Dustin involved wresting him to the ground and tying him to a nearby chair. Dustin struggled and fought back but Shawn was well built and stronger, keeping himself fit while Dustin had buried his head in books. Dustin was helpless to stop his older brother from overpowering him and restraining him, leaving him bottomless with a front row seat to whatever Shawn had planned for Victoria. She noticed that Dustin’s cock had deflated, though it was still semi-hard.

She knew this was her chance to escape. While Shawn was distracted by Dustin, the door was right there, unguarded and available for her to just open it wide and escape. But her body froze up. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even speak, she could only scream inwardly at her body to move, to leave, or at the very least, find a weapon to defend herself with. But it felt as though her feet might as well have been bolted to the floor.

“Strange. This is the second of your boyfriends I’ve had to tie to a chair today,” Shawn laughed as he stepped back, watching Dustin struggling in the chair but unable to free himself.

“V, run!” Dustin implored her. “Go on, get out of here.”

But if her body wouldn’t listen to her, it certainly wasn’t going to listen to him. She simply stood, wide eyed and trembling as Shawn walked back over to her side.

“She’s not going to run. She wants it. It’s like I kept telling you, she just another little slut at heart,” Shawn proclaimed, grabbing her face and squeezing until her lips puckered and parted. He shoved his mouth on hers, tongue first, this thick, slimy foreign object invading her mouth, flicking at her teeth and gums. She grunted at the forcefulness of the kiss, which Shawn took to be a moan, laughing at her as he continued to jam his tongue as far into her mouth as he could.

After a moment, he broke the kiss, to Victoria’s relief, licking his lips and enjoying her taste. He took a step back, his eyes falling to her chest, covered by her hands and the clothing she’d gathered up. He took the clothing and tossed it aside, saying, “You won’t need those for a while. Now show me those tits.”

It was better to be in control, she told herself, and told herself that she was in fact in control of her own body at least, if she could choose to show him her tits. It was a false choice, because he saw them either way, but at least, she didn’t have him pawing and mauling her, when she could save herself the trouble and a little bit of trauma, by relaxing her hands and drawing her arms back to her sides.

“I always knew that you’d have perfect tits,” Shawn said, reaching out and pinching her left nipple, causing her to yelp, both at his roughness and the suddenness of the contact. “All the stuck up ones always have the best tits.”

“I’m not stuck up,” Victoria retorted, and Shawn answered by slapping her tit, the blonde, green eyed teen half screaming at the ****.

“I know what you are. You don’t need to tell me,” Shawn insisted, taking the tit in his palm again and squeezing it harshly. “In fact, I think you’re enjoying this a little too much and I’m the one you’re supposed to be appreciating here.”

Shawn’s hands were already on her shoulders, pushing her down towards the floor, her leg aching with a dull pain as she was pressed down onto her knees, until she was face to face with the bulge in his jeans. He didn’t instruct her any further, simply staring at her expectantly, waiting, as if being on her knees in front of a man should be the most natural state in the world for her. It wasn’t but it didn’t take a mind reader to understand what he wanted.

Shaking, her body in some kind of terrifying limbo where she didn’t want to move and wanting to comply with Shawn’s demands, she reached up and fumbled at his belt buckle. Her fingers felt awkward and in the way, and her eyes found it hard to focus on what she was doing. Then came the button, struggling to press it out of the hole, her fingers, beginning to sweat, slipping off the metal, three, four times, before she finally managed to undo it completely. Then down went the zipper, the easiest part but the last and most daunting. With no more thresholds to clear, she was free to reach up and hook her hands in his jeans, slipping her fingers into his boxers as well. She tugged both down, the clothing falling in a heap at his feet as Shawn’s thick, meaty cock bounced out, bobbing up and down, right in her face.

“Shawn, don’t make her do this, I’ll do whatever you want,” Dustin wailed from nearby, watching with teary eyes as his brother took his cock in hand and wagged it in Victoria’s face. “Don’t do this to Victoria. Anything, anything you want, just let V go!”

Shawn ignored his brother, looking down with arrogance into Victoria’s green eyes as he reached down and cupped her jaw. His hand felt like a vice around her mouth, forcing her to open her mouth, **** with pain. He tapped her cheek with his cock, leaving a sticky imprint of pre-cum, as he warned her, “No teeth. If I feel even the slightest graze, this is going in your ass.”

Victoria’s eyes widened, imagining, fearing Shawn bending her over and shoving his thick cock in her untouched asshole. She didn’t like the idea of it on principle, a man sticking their dick in such a dirty place. It seemed like it was just asking for trouble, and why would any man want to when her pussy was right there? Wasn’t it a much nicer and enjoyable place to stick a dick than some dark back passage she pooped out of? Yet, even if that wasn’t the case, the last person she’d want to experiment with was Shawn Lewis, with his big cock and utter disregard for her wellbeing.

So, not wanting to risk giving Shawn the opportunity to take her virgin asshole, she opened her mouth wide, as wide as her jaw would allow her and flattened out her tongue. With a smirk, Shawn placed the tip of his cock on her lip, his hands then moving around to the sides of her face. Then in one swift motion, he pulled her face towards him as he thrust hard at her mouth, almost burying the entire length of his cock in her mouth at once. She felt it slam against the back of her throat and instantly retched, spitting saliva all over his shaft.

“That’s it, take your cock like a good little slut,” Shawn cooed like he was talking about a baby taking a bottle, as he withdrew a little and then jammed his cock back into her mouth, reaching up and grabbing a handful of her golden blonde hair in his fist, pulling her face down his length. “You fucking like this cock, don’t you? Tell me you like this fucking cock!”

Victoria had no idea how he expected her to say anything as he consistently shoved his cock into her mouth, barely giving her time to breathe, never mind speak. His cock pushed into her mouth again, knocking against the back of her throat, as he pushed a little bit harder, and tugged her hair harshly, the pain searing through her skull and into her head as he **** the tip of his dick into her throat.

“Tell me you like this fucking cock,” Shawn demanded, pulling his cock from her throat and slapping her cheek again with his fat, meaty head, a splotch of her slobber and drool from his dick painting her face. “Say it!”

“I like your fucking cock,” Victoria whimpered, panting as she took this brief respite to catch her breath, sucking air down into her lungs. Maybe if she just said what he wanted to hear and got him off, he would be appeased, and she could just leave and never think of this ever again.

“Yeah? You like how it stretches your lips?” Shawn laughed like a hyena as he put his cock back in her mouth, pushing in until her full, red lips were strained around the thickness of his dick, just as he said. Victoria nodded, bopping her head on her tip of his cock but Shawn yanked on her hair, and demanded that she say it. “Tell me!”

“Mih mike mow mit metched m mips,” she repeated, the cock in her mouth keeping her from speaking intelligibly, but it seemed to be enough for Shawn since he didn’t demand a repeat performance.

Instead, he thrusted his cock deeper into her mouth, until it was pushing against the back of her throat again, and asked her, “You like how it fills your pretty, little mouth?”

Victoria knew the drill by now, humming on his cock that yes, she liked how his cock filled her pretty, little mouth, her throat gently gagging as she struggled to speak and breathe around his thickness. He pulled back slightly, and thrust in again, pulling on her hair, so hard she thought he might rip it out. He was trying to put it back in her throat and rather than have him **** it in, she felt it would be better to just let him do it. It’s be less painful and the whole thing would be over a lot sooner, so she relaxed her throat willingly, as he shoved his cock back in her mouth, the tip slipping down.

“Yes, that’s it, take it down your throat, deepthroat me, slut, you like that, don’t you, huh?” he insisted, pumping his hips, pushing the tip of his dick in and out of her throat as she murmured, gagging hard, her words more spittle and slobber than syllables and sounds but it was the best she could do, and it seemed to be enough for Shawn, who for the first time in a long time, acknowledged his brother. “The little slut is letting me into her throat. Just another little slut hungry for cock, what’d I tell you.”

Dustin openly wept from his chair, cursing his brother and himself for ever allowing Victoria to be in this situation, on her knees in front of his brother, his cock in her throat. It had been a long time since Dustin was religious, but in his youth, he had believed. And now, in his helplessness, he returned to that God, begging the higher power to put an end to Victoria’s suffering.

And she was suffering. She yelped with pain around Shawn’s cock, and the young man frowned. He pulled his length from her mouth, her slobber dripping from his tip, speckling her bare tits. “What’s wrong with you?” he growled. “I’m giving you the cock you need, you should be happy.”

“It…it’s my leg,” Victoria whined, contemplating saying nothing but the ache in her ankle had grown unbearable. “I sprained it yesterday and kneeling like this, for so long, is getting really painful.”

“I understand. I forgot Dustin had mentioned that you’d injured yourself,” Shawn replied, almost sympathetically as he held out a hand and helped her up on to her feet. She thanked him as she struggled up, her thanks fading away as he didn’t let her go, instead, leading her by the hand to the pool table. Then, with two hands, he squeezed her waist and hoisted her up onto the table, her wet yoga pants squelching as her butt pressed against the felt.

He manoeuvred her like a doll, lying her flat on her back and spinning her around until her head hung over the edge of the pool table. He stepped around to her face, his thick cock looming over the length of her from head to chin. After a quick check to make sure Dustin could still see everything that happening, Shawn rubbed the tip of his cock along her lips. She knew what to do. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and seconds later felt Shawn’s cock slide inside, that sticky, salty taste of his meat back on her tongue.

Again, he shoved his cock in as far as it would go in one thrust, his cock pushing into her throat as she hastened to relax it. If there was one benefit to this position it was how open her throat felt, more easily allowing him to stick it in deeper without hurting her. Unfortunately, the trade off was taking Shawn’s balls in the face. They slapped against her eyes when Shawn thrusted at her face. He pulled out and back into her throat, sinking an extra few inches into her oesophagus, his balls smacking against her face with a meaty blow.

Then he picked up the pace, pistoning his cock in and out of her throat as she gagged around him. This position might have made it easier to take his cock but the girth of his cock being shoved into her gullet at speed had her retching to expel the foreign invader. His balls rhythmically bounced against her face when he sped up, with a smack, smack smack, as he drove himself into her throat over and over and over.

He bent over her, bucking his hips as he pushed his dick deeper into her tight little throat as he reached down her body, taking a tit in each hand and squeezing. He fondled her tits in his palms, running his fingers roughly over her nipples, jiggling them from side to side and pressing them together. He pinched and tugged on her nipples, causing Victoria to squirm beneath his touch, and he laughed.

With one hand still on her breast, he ran the other down along her body, over her smooth, flat stomach, reaching between her legs. He felt her wet pants, soaked from her earlier orgasm in the movie theatre, and pressed against her wetness with a finger. He felt her pussy beneath the layers squelch against her finger, dragging his digit back along the crotch of her bottoms, bumping against the nub of her clit. Even through the clothing the contact made her twitch and she moaned in spite of herself.

“You hear that bro? Hear how **** she is for a cock? Fucking, little slut,” Shawn quipped towards her brother. “Just think, this could have been yours if you’d just been a man and taken what you wanted. Pussies don’t get pussy.”

He pumped his cock into her throat harder, his balls slapping fervently against her face, smacking her in the eyes as she felt them tense against her, his cock head expanding simultaneously in her gullet.

“This bitch’s throat is so tight though. I think I’m gonna have to give her a little protein drink before we move on to the main course,” he laughed, slamming into to her mouth once more.

He shoved his cock in deep and hard, his entire length engulfed in her warm, wet little mouth, hairy balls smashed against her nose, pelvic mound pressed against her chin as he let out an animalistic grunt. She felt his cockhead shot the first shot of cum, the hot, sticky liquid splashing against the sides of her throat, followed by another and another, as Shawn’s seed flooded her gullet. She struggled to drink it down, gulping against Shawn’s cock as he poured his heavy load into her stomach. She choked against him, unable to even breathe, except to inhale the salty, dirty musk of his ballsack smothering her nose.

Gugag, gugag, gugag

The sound of her swallowing filled the room, louder even than Dustin’s defeated sobs as Victoria was **** to accept all of Shawn’s load directly into her stomach. He twitched, bucking slightly against her face, making sure to pump out the last few drops, but there was still enough dripping from his tip to leave a trail along the roof of Victoria’s mouth, and a streak from her nose to her forehead, when he withdrew his cock, finally, from her throat.

Immediately, Victoria gasped for air, retching as she rolled onto her stomach, **** for breath and dying to rid herself of the foul, sticky fluid coating her throat. Her belly felt heavy with his seed and she felt sick inside. Sicker still as she realised what he’d said before emptying his balls in to her throat. She looked up at the young, shaved headed man looming over her, at this predatory, toothy grin and how he stroked his cock back to hardness, readying himself for the ‘main course’ as he called it.