“Yes.”

“Yes,” I answer, “I will be yours. Incest is good, as long as you're treating me how I deserve to be treated.” Lucas smirks at me, triumphantly, slapping me with his cock again. I turn my head, licking up the underside of his thick shaft respectfully.

“As for how to use me ... you can be rough, like Dad, if you prefer,” I say, “I know faggots don't really get a choice how we are treated so it's obviously up to you how you treat me, but, I won't complain if you decide you want to use me roughly.”

“You don't get to complain, anyway, faggot,” he replies smugly, kicking me in the nuts. I gasp in pain and he slides his rod into my mouth again. I suck quietly, feeling his fingers in my hair, tightening, pulling, dragging my head up and down it.

“You get that, though, don't you, faggot?” he asks rhetorically, but I moan on his cock in the affirmative, and Lucas simply sighs in satisfaction. “Yea. I knew you would. You really are nothing but a fucking faggot. Well, now you're my faggot.”

“Mm, mm-hmm,” I moan in answer submissively, looking up at him, as he smirks down at me, sneering with appreciation. I suck hard, my soft lips sweeping up and down the length of his cock as he controls my head, using me at his own pace.

“I hope you know you're never going to cum with me, faggot,” he adds, as he begins fucking my mouth more forcefully, hammering me harder, “If you cum from being treated as you deserve and used as I please, good. If not, fuck you, faggot.”

I moan in understanding, sucking as hard as I can while his balls slap my chin, repeatedly. I can feel my throat swell on it, each time he rams himself to the hilt. I choke a bit, but I'm getting used to it, learning to take his surprisingly big, fat dick.

I don't know if this was where I ever intended to end up, but I can't deny I like being used by my not so little little brother. His fingers maintain a harsh grip, no longer caring how I feel about it, now that he knows I'm his to use however he wants.

“How about Dad?” he asks, looking down at me, pulling my head off his cock, “Do you care if Dad gets to use you, as well?”

“I ... mmph!” he slaps me with his cock and shoves it in my mouth, interrupting me as I try to answer. He laughs, grinning at me, as I blink and look up at him. I realise he's serious enough about this I don't even need to write his name on myself.

“Did you really think you'd get a say, faggot?” he asks, “I was mocking you by asking, you stupid fag. Of course you'll be sucking Dad's dick anytime he wants you to. You'll be sucking your friends' dicks, too, and your classmates. Professors.”

“Classmates and professors will have to pay, of course,” he smirks, “You're nothing but a stupid little faggot whore, now. This is all you're good for. You're going to spend the rest of your life getting used and humiliated, just like you deserve!”

His hips start to hammer hard, as he begins fucking my face in earnest, each stroke as fast and hard as he can make it, his rock-hard shaft slamming as far down my throat as it'll go as his nuts slap against my chin with a loud, crisp smack!