To Hit You

Marty pulls his hips back slowly, sliding his prick out of your mouth before he spits on your face. Then he delivers a hard punch to one side of your face, knuckles connecting with the saliva he just deposited on your face, “You ...”

He punctuates his declarative with another punch, this time to the other side of your face, as you mindlessly let him hit you, unresistant, “stupid ...”

You simply kneel before him, looking up at him helplessly, defenceless in your reprogrammed state, as he kicks you in the balls, hard, “faggot!”

You gasp in pain from the kick and his cock slams back into your mouth and down your throat. His hands clamp down on your head and he begins to violently pound you, skull-fucking you with a harsh, hateful growl. He doesn't speak as you breathe in the scent of him in your lungs, taking it as your Owner casually continues with preparing breakfast for herself.

“It should thank you for hitting it,” Allie says, “and beg you to keep going.” Marty continues to hammer your mouth for a moment before the suggestion registers to him, and he growls as he pulls his hips back to slide his prick out of your mouth.

“Thank you for beating me as I deserve, Sir!” you say mindlessly, knowing what your Owner commands, “Please, Sir, please will you continue to use me?” Marty just spits on your face again and snarls, kicking you in the balls again and shoving his prick back down your throat as you gasp in pain from the kick.

Your back arches as you take it, your throat stretching visibly around his cock as it slides through your lips each time. Even as you're slowly learning how to suck on a cock, you can't really use anything you've learned right now. His hips are simply continuing to pound your mouth, using your face like a sleeve for his cock, just an enjoyable masturbatory aide. All you are to him is a toy, and in your mindless state, you simply hope he's enjoying himself because that's all that matters to you now.

“This would be more fun if it remembered who it used to be, if it could remember how things used to be, who we are, what it's place is now,” Marty growls the words as he continues to slam into you, “Could you reprogram it like that?” Your eyes flutter up at him mindlessly, uncertain of his meaning, as you tighten your mouth on his cock to enhance his pleasure.

“I felt like that would be cruel, I didn't want to make it suffer, even though it's my bitch and I'm entitled to,” Allie says, and you don't know what she's talking about, what they're discussing, “I mean, Brian was a good brother, and he was a good friend to you, wasn't he?”

“I wouldn't go that far. Brian was a nice guy, but it kept secrets from us,” Marty says, growling as his hips continue to smash against your face, pumping hard enough to slap your cheeks with each stroke, “A good brother, a good best friend, would've told us it's nothing but a fucking faggot cock-sleeve meant to be used. How would you feel if you'd learned this is what it is, secondhand? From someone outside your family?”

“Humiliated,” Allie concedes, as she sits at the kitchen table with her breakfast, watching you getting pounded, “I'll consider reprogramming it and let you know. Thanks for pointing that out to me. I hadn't even realised the inherent disrespect.”

“You're welcome, man,” Marty replies as he continues to hammer his hips against your mouth, ramming you relentlessly. You swallow around his prick each time his balls hit your chin, sucking as hard as you can in spite of the breakneck pace of his thrusts. You can tell he's going to blow his load soon and you want it, because you've been programmed well for your new life.

You can feel his cock pulsing in your mouth, in your throat, but you don't know where he's going to drop his load. You don't really care, either, though ... this is what you are, it's where you belong, and you can't wait to make him cum, because soon it'll be Brad's turn and you'll get to suck another cock and earn another load.