What does Lucas do next?
Like Father, Like Son
“I said get on your knees you stupid fucking faggot!” snaps Lucas, snatching my hair and wrenching downward hard enough that my knees hit the floor with a thud and a whimper. He slaps me hard, then spits on my face before slapping me again.
“We'll start with double-checking how Dad treated you when he got home!” Lucas sneers down at me, backhanding me, “You seemed to like that! Get my cock out, you worthless little faggot piece of shit!” A hard kick in the nuts and I yelp, quickly grabbing his shorts and unbuttoning then unzipping them. I pull them down and he kicks me in the balls again.
As I gasp in pain he yanks my hair and shoves his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I'm shocked at how big his dick is, breathing in and taking in the scent of him. He doesn't hesitate to start hammering, pounding my mouth as if it is nothing but property for him to use.
“Fuck your mouth is so warm and wet,” my little brother sighs above me in pleasure, “Fucking stupid faggot, at least you'll be good for something. Little garbage-bag fag.” I shudder in humiliation but suck his cock as best I can while he's ploughing my throat like he owns it.
I didn't think my little brother had it in him, but he hammers me brutally, more violently and more cruelly than Dad did. He wrenches my hair with every yank on my head, ramming himself in so hard his balls smack painfully against my chin, kicking me in the nuts again. I moan loudly in pain, vibrating his prick in my mouth and throat.
He slams in so hard his balls force themselves into my mouth. My throat stretches around him and I groan, sucking on his nuts instinctively, my throat convulsing on his prick. “That's it, you fucking worthless piece of shit. Is this what you want, is this how you like it, you useless little faggot cock-sleeve?”
“Lu-!” I gasp as he pulls my head back enough to let me talk, then kicks me in the balls again and slams my head back down.
“I wasn't asking, you're nothing but property to be used, you subhuman little fag, you're nothing but a fucking family cum dump,” he sneers down at my harshly, ramming me until his cock pulses. He pulls out, shooting his cum right in my eyes, then spits on my face.
“Clean up, worthless little faggot piece of shit, then come to my room. Don't bother putting clothes on,” he says, then turns and walks out.
Do I cooperate?
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