Harsh Irrumatio

“Now, let's see if this faggot can take being used how he deserves,” Dad says, glancing at Amy as he grips my head tightly. Then, with one cruel, hard thrust and a forward yank on my head, Dad slams it to the hilt so hard his balls fill my mouth.

“Fuck, holstered instantly,” Dad groans with pleasure, feeling me automatically starting to suck his balls and swallow on the thick dick now lodged deep. My throat conforms lewdly to the shape of his cock stretching it out to accommodate him.

“Well, no need to go easy, then, eh?” Dad's voice is heavy with delight, cheerful, as he pulls back and slams back in, newly wet nuts slapping against my chin. I moan softly and take it, focusing my eyes on the skin and wiry hair at his thick hilt.

Slamming in, backward, and slamming in again. My eyes flutter but I moan, offering my Dad pleasurable vibrations as he unabashedly skull-fucks me. My soft lips sweep back and forth, up and down the length of his cock, my tongue cradling it.

I hold my position steady as my father uses me as if I'm nothing, like I'm just a living flesh-light. My cheeks redden as my father's hips smack against them, the harsh smack of flesh against flesh forming a rhythmic sound while my Dad uses me.

Amy remains quiet, not audibly leaving or coming close, so I just have to assume she's watching my father use me as a toy. I moan softly, grinding my tongue against his underside to the best of my ability each time he forcefully slams his cock in.

“Fuck, this little cocksucker is so good!” Dad growls with arousal. My eyes flutter and I try to look up, but his harsh use of my mouth makes it impossible. The only thing I can see is his hips, and the thick cock pounding back and forth in my face.

“I can see why you reprogrammed him for this!” Dad says to Amy, “You could've done anything. Glad you opted for this.” Amy giggles in answer, but doesn't say anything for a moment, as she continues watching my Dad's thick cock plough me.

“I really did intend to deprogram him,” Amy says after a long quiet moment, “I really did just want good hypnosis data.” I've always been able to tell when Amy's lying, so I know she's being honest, but she hasn't denied having other choices.

She intentionally chose to reprogram me like this, but as my father's hips continue smashing against my face, all I can do is take it. I can't be mad, or hurt, because ultimately, I did just agree to letting her make this reprogramming permanent.

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