Throat

You still want to find out how his cock feels in your ass, but you NEED to taste him all the way in the back of your hungry throat. "Please, sir, can I suck your beautiful cock?" You are past the point of pride, and you are starting to enjoy the burning blush of debasing yourself.

"Fine, but no more stalling. I'm not asking you to romance my dick, I'm telling you to find a way to fit it down your fag throat and swallow my seed." He didn't have to tell you twice, you practically leap mouth first on his cock, moaning wetly as your lips stretch painfully to fit around his thick cockhead. Your tongue struggles to swirl around his mushroom head, you whimper desperately. You just have the head in and it barely fits. You start making **** little yelps as you **** your brother's cock deeper, stretch your aching jaw wider, slide your tongue across his hot flesh faster. "Unh" your reward for enduring this agony, a solitary grunt of halfhearted approval...and you love it.

Your throat feels like it's going to rip like soft tissue, tears stream stinging down your flush face, you are barely breathing and you feel almost high. "Hng almost half way, fag." You feel a rush of shameful pride. You reluctantly pull your lips off his cock, but not before lapping up a bead of his precum. It tastes like nothing you had ever tasted, not bad, not good...it tasted needful. You wanted more, and you needed to deep throat his monster. You get a twisted idea you'd seen in porn "Spit in my mouth! Please!"

Brad seems amused by this, smirking as he spits a thick snotty glob in your open mouth, then another on your stunned stupid face...it feels like a kiss. You jerk his cock and let his spit drool dumbly from your mouth, lubing him up for your second attempt.

You slide his cock in your mouth, feel him filling you impossibly, feel your body send every impulse it can to tell you not to let this invader defile your throat. You ignore it, loving the way he hurts you, reshapes you, makes you his. You feel so worthless, so weak compared to him. It just makes sense to submit to him, to turn your face into his fleshlight, to make yourself worthwhile by forcing his cock deeper, and deeper, until...

"Fuck! Unh! Good girl! You got it all the way in. Now let me do the rest!" You don't have time to wonder what he means as he takes your head in his hands and starts pulling your up and down his cock. You are lost in a sea of sensations, drowning in lust as you are used like a blow up doll and loving the **** helplessness of it, gasping for air as your throat is filled again and again with impossibly long, thick man meat, and shockingly, stupifyingly, your weak little prick is drooling cum like it's the one being sucked.

You feel Brad's cock swell in your throat, you can feel his pulse in the veins of his prick. You know he's about to cum. He pulls you off his delicious dick suddenly. You try to **** it back in your mouth and he just laughs and holds your head effortlessly, inches away from your outstretched tongue. "Beg for my cum, faggot."

You don't even hesitate any sense of dignity you had left was dribbling out of your shameful penis. "Please, sir...please give this unworthy faggot your cum! I'll do anything...I'll be your little cock sucking ****! I'll..." Brad interrupts you with a thick blast of cum. Blindly you stick out your tongue to lap it up and you feel another load launching into your open mouth. A third coats your hair as you swallow his seed, relishing in the indescribable flavors of this deviant delicacy. You begin nursing the remaining drops from Brad's cock but he pushes you away.

"Hmmph. Not bad, but you better have more to offer than that if you want to be my bitch. Why don't you give yourself a tongue bath and see if you can figure a way to keep my interest?"

You greedily scoop his seed off your face and into your greedy mouth, your increasingly depraved imagination already concocting a plan to seduce your big brother.