Pass [ Lucas' Turn ]

As my father's fingers press firm against my head, I moan softly on his cock, my lips sliding up as he pulls my head off his cock. I breathe in, the scent of male musk and arousal filling my lungs, as he turns my head toward Lucas, and pushes.

“Switch to stroking your father's cock, faggot, and sucking Lucas' dick,” Jamie orders, somewhat redundantly, as Lucas is already in my mouth. The fingers of his free hand tangle in my hair, pulling one way, tugging the other, guiding my head.

My fingers wrap around my father's cock, as I stroke him with one hand and Jamie with the other. Lucas and Jamie stop kissing above me, as Lucas starts to roll his hips, beginning to lightly fuck my mouth, groaning, “Fuck! Holy fucking shit!”

“Good?” Jamie asks. I hear him and Lucas kiss again, before my little brother sighs.

“Fuck, can't believe my big brother's this much of a brainless fucking faggot cum-dump!” he moans the words out as his cock slides down my throat, then back, then down again. His hips slap against my face with a crisp smack as he quickens.

“Fuck, yes!” my little brother growls, as my fingers slide up and down the cock in either hand, taking it as Lucas starts to get more into it. “Take it, slut! Can't believe what a fag you are, obediently sucking your own Dad and younger brother!”

“Moan on that cock, faggot!” Jamie orders me. “Show them what a totally mindless faggot you are!” I moan obediently on Lucas' prick as my soft lips slide up and down his shaft, working his meat and vibrating it exclusively for his own pleasure.

Nude on my knees, my own arousal irrelevant, nothing but a mindless, living cock-sleeve, I suck without any conscious thought. It doesn't matter that one of them is my father, one is my little brother. Jamie owns me and ordered me to suck.

“You see?” Jamie asks rhetorically, snapping fingers beside my face. “Nothing. Faggot's alive, but there's no one home. Nothing but a mindless cocksucking cum-dumpster. Good at what it was made for, but it lacks any other real purpose.”

Lucas' hips hasten further, as he begins fucking my mouth as hard as my father was, though far quieter and less verbal. My mouth slides soft and slick, back and forth, my lips, tongue, and throat, little more than a sleeve for Lucas' pleasure.

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