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“Do I really have to do this? Can’t you guys call an actual sitter or something?”

My mother didn’t answer right away - hell, she didn’t even bother looking my way until she was done applying her makeup, smacking her lips, and admiring the way her reflection looked as she pouted at herself.

“Yes, Ryan, you do.” She finally replied without turning around. “And we did call an actual sitter - your father and I are paying you to look after your brother and his friends, aren’t we?”

I grimaced at that. She was acting like five bucks an hour was doing me a favor! I earned more than what they were paying me for my whole night just buying booster packs in bulk and selling the good cards! Hell, the only reason I was broke and had to keep borrowing money now was because they she and dad got on my case about all the money I was ‘wasting on toys’ and made me stop!

I learned not to point that out when they started talking about money, though. It always made Mom upset, and I wasn’t up for getting another lecture about moving out, paying rent, or finding a ‘real’ job from Dad once she told him I was giving her backtalk again.

Fucking boomers…

“Okay, I suppose that’s fair…” I tried again, stepping aside as mom left the bathroom before following her to the door. “It’s just that I had plans tonight, you know? Talk to some friends, check up on a few things… maybe we could reschedule, or let Kevin and his friends have their sleepover at someone else’s house? I can’t watch the six of them while I’m doing my own thing-”

“Then don’t.” Mom cut me off, turning around to face me with her hand on the knob. She wasn’t even trying to hide how tired she was of me at this point, and even though I knew she thought I was a disappointment, it still kinda stung to have my own mother look at me like that.

“You and I both know that the only thing you’re planning to do today is play video games and chat to strangers on the internet, and your father and I are tired of watching you waste your time and money acting like a child. You have to grow up eventually, because we’re not going to be around to take care of you forever!” I opened my mouth to protest, but she just raised her voice and kept going, shooting me a sharp look that made it clear she wasn’t done. “Your father wanted to send you to the army to teach you some discipline, and it’s only because I managed to talk him down that you’re still here - but if you want to stay, you need to prove you can be a grown-up and take some responsibility, okay?”

I just stared at her. Dad wanted to send me to boot camp? What, because I was a geek instead of the football jock he wanted? Because I was an unemployed dropout? I was only nineteen! I knew he was embarrassed of me, but I didn’t think he was willing to go that far to get rid of me!

Some of the whirlwind of thoughts going through my head must’ve shown on my face though, because Mom spoke again. “Ryan! I need an answer! If you’re not willing to do even this, it’s getting a job, back to school, or getting out!”

I threw my hands up, overwhelmed and not a little bit upset at finding out my parents wanted to basically disown me. “Fine, fine! I’ll babysit! Jesus fucking Christ…!” I say, sagging into a chair before putting my face in my hands.

Fucking hell…

That seemed to satisfy her. Mom’s expression softened and she let out a breath of her own that I didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Okay, good.” She pulled the door open and turned to go, but turned back to me just before she left.

I thought she was going to apologize, but apparently we were past that point. “Have dinner out of the fridge and heated by seven, put everyone to sleep by eleven, and make sure nobody gets into any fights over the Xbox. There’s soda in the fridge and a twenty on the counter if anyone wants pizza.”

I chewed on the insides of my cheek for a second before answering. “Okay.”

She nodded, and then paused for a second before continuing. “We just need you to prove you have the skills to get by without us. If there aren’t any problems tonight, I’ll see about talking to your father again.”

I felt a little bit of the tension in my shoulders ease at that. So I wasn’t going to have boot camp hanging over my head forever…?

“... Okay. Thanks Mom.”

“You’re welcome.” Then Dad honked the horn and she was out the door - and I had six twelve year-olds on my Xbox in the gameroom, probably shrieking their heads off playing some game they were supposed to be too young for.

May as well get started…

Wiping my face, I stood up and rolled my shoulders to shake off the worst of Mom’s bombshell before heading upstairs to check up on Kevin and his friends, and let them know I was in charge while our parents were out on their date.

***

“Dude! Quit spamming and play the game properly!”

“It’s called a combo, bro. Don’t be a sore loser just because you don’t know how to fight back!”

“Whatever, man. This shit’s ass, let’s play FIFA next.”

“Hey, loser’s supposed to swap out, and I haven’t gotten my turn yet!”

“Fuck it, you play the next round, then!”

“What? That’s not fair, I haven’t gotten my turn either!”

“Hey, quite grabbing at me!”

“Just rock-paper-scissors for it!”

“What else you guys have…?”

I opened the door to the sights and sounds of half a middle-school soccer team squabbling over my Xbox and elbowing each other for space on the couch; one boy had his arms crossed, looking sour while a pair of black kids bickered over his controller beside him, my brother shot him smug looks from the other side. Behind them, another of Kevin’s friends was trying to break the argument up, while the last one rummaged through my other games like a raccoon in the trash - all while Johnny Cage pummeled Scorpion into paste in the background.

I didn’t really like how rowdy they were getting when the gameroom was my territory for the most part, and it was a small enough space with all my collectibles in here that just three or four of them would have had me a little worried they were going to break something, but all six?

It didn’t look like anything was snapped, bent, or moved yet though, so I’d let it slide for now…

Releasing the breath I didn’t know I was holding, I clapped my hands together to get everyone’s attention, and while it took a second or two for everyone to settle down, Kevin’s friends did stop hassling each other long enough for me to introduce myself - though, I was a little surprised at how interested they seemed to be in me once they noticed me.

I’d have chalked it up to Kevin never mentioning me out of embarrassment, but even he was giving me weird looks, right with the rest of them…

“Hey everyone, I’m Kevin’s brother Ryan.” Doing my best to play it cool and ignore how oddly attentive everybody was, I leaned against the wall and gave the little brats a casual wave that most of them returned. “Our parents are out for the night, so I’m going to be in charge. If you need anything, come get me from the living room, alright?”

“We’ll be sure to, thanks Ryan.” Kevin replied for the group with a smile and an airy little wave of his hand shooing me away, seemingly the only one paying enough attention to what I was saying to notice I asked a question. “You can go do whatever it is you do, now. We’ll come get you later.”

I narrowed my eyes, feeling suspicion prickle the back of my neck. He seemed weirdly sure about needing me later, but what for? And why was he smiling at me like that…?

“... Right.” I decided to brush it off, despite how out-of-character my little brother was acting; if I called him out on it and embarrassed him in front of his friends now, he’d probably go out of his way to make things shit for me as payback, and I just didn’t have the energy to deal with that.

Instead, I tried changing the subject and gestured to his friends. “Before I go, you guys know me now, who’re all of you?”

Again, no one said anything at first, but they all traded looks with Kevin, and the longer I waited for an answer, the more that coy little grin he was wearing started to rub off on the rest of them - like they were sharing an inside joke that only got funnier because his older brother was here.

Kevin pointed behind him, at the two taller kids in the back. “Isaac, Zeke. Say hi to my big brother, guys.”

The peacekeeper looked me uncertainly, but the one rooting through my stuff just smiled and stuck his tongue out between his teeth.

“I’m Miles, he’s Malcolm.” One of the black kids and gestured between them, and between the resemblance and the familiar way they seemed to bicker, it wasn’t hard to guess they were probably brothers.

Then the broad little thug my brother was playing finally turned and nodded to me, raising his chin like he doing me a favor acknowledging my presence.

“Name’s Carl.” He grunted, looking me up and down. I don’t know what he saw, but I didn’t like the ugly little leer he was giving me by the time he was done… “We’ll get to know each other better soon, I’m sure.”

Kevin elbowed him, and for once I was grateful to him. “Dude, don’t be gay.”

That cut him back down to size, all of a sudden Carl went right back to scowling and grumbling under his breath. Thanks, Kevin.

“Alright, well, nice meeting all of you.” I took a step back out through the door, still keeping them all in sight. They were just kids, but something about they way they were looking at me kept me from feeling at-ease enough to turn my back on them… “Dinner’ll be ready by seven, and lights out before midnight.”

The reminder’s met with a chorus of complaining groans, and I feel myself relax a little. Yeah, weirdos or not, my brother and his friends were still only twelve. They were just kids - the jocks from highschool were worse!

Yeah, just kids…

“... Are you really sure this is okay…?” I heard Isaac whispering as I finally turned to head downstairs.

“Of course it’s not okay, but we’re doing it anyway.” Kevin snapped back. “Don’t be a pussy.”

… Right?

***

An hour later, I was just about to call the pizza place for delivery when Kevin interrupted, yelling his little head off. “Ryan! Come up, you’re gonna wanna see this!”

I didn’t budge from where I sprawled out on the couch, simply cupping a hand around my mouth to yell back. “Show me later! I’m busy with dinner!”

“Call from here, then!”

“Better signal downstairs!”

“Just get over here, you butthead!”

I rolled my eyes, but I stood up and put my phone away before heading upstairs. Spoiled boy couldn’t even be assed to stop using my Xbox before bothering me, yanking me around like his own personal maid… And what was so important that a bunch of tweens would put off getting pizza?

I thought about what the answer could be the whole way up, but when I finally pushed the door open and stepped back into my occupied man-cave, I only felt more puzzled; the boys had gathered around the couch, their collective attention glued to something in my brother’s palm while the Xbox idled, game paused in the background.

Nothing seemed out of place, at least aside from how they were all behaving… but that managed to be a special kind of weird, all on its own.

My little brother was the first one to look up as the door creaked open, and his eyes practically gleamed with anticipation as he tucked himself back into the knot of little boys on the sofa, whispering madly as he elbowed the others to get their attention. “Get up, get up! He’s here…!” He hissed, practically shoving his friends away from him and back into their seats while they scrambled to separate.

I was certain they were planning to play a trick on me after that; if Kevin’s uncharacteristic delight at seeing his embarrassing older brother wasn’t enough to set alarm bells ringing in my head, then the way everyone scrambled to separate and settle down like they were the most well-behaved kids in the world was more than enough to make up for it.

The way they put on such an exaggeratedly innocent air as they looked up at me and waited for me to approach wasn’t helping, either. It made me feel like I was being baited into a trap somehow, and I just wished I knew whether they were trying to lure me closer or psych me out into retreating.

“Hello, big brother…” Kevin purred with pleasure, making my eyes narrow with suspicion as he sat up straighter and let his smile grow wider.

“... Hi…” I looked between him and his friends, trying to puzzle out their angle. “You wanted to show me something?”

One of his taller buddies - Zeke, I remembered - glanced toward Kevin, eyes crinkling with mischief. Malcolm bit his lip and bounced in his seat, like he was struggling not to answer in my brother’s place.

“Yeah, since it’s just us, I wanted to ask you about something.” Kevin replied slowly, fighting to keep a straight face while I crossed my arms in the doorway. “Some of the guys were kind of curious about one of your hobbies…”

“Yeah?” I waved for him to get on with it, expecting a punchline about how my taste in anime was trash, or how sad it was that I had so many dating sims tucked away. I wasn’t going to let a bunch of brats poking fun get under my skin, so I just wanted to get it over with and get back to what I wanted to do.

Sadly for me, my ‘geeky’ interests weren’t what caught the boys’ attention.

Kevin held out a hand, and one of the black boys dropped a plastic baggy stuffed with clumpy little plant-buds into his palm, which he held out for me to see. “What’s this?” He asked, tone innocent as could be despite how obviously he and his cronies were relishing the reaction I gave them.

My eyes bugged out of my head and my arms dropped to my sides as the blood froze in my veins. “Where did you get that…?” I asked quietly.

“Behind one of your little dolls. We wanted to play with them, and it got caught on one of their legs.” Kevin’s smile turned positively shit-eating, and I grit my teeth, fighting desperately to keep the outrage I felt over some nasty little nosepickers rifling through my stuff from digging me a grave even deeper than the one I was already in.

“You look mad; I’m sorry, was it a secret?” Kevin continued, putting a hand to his mouth in feigned shock, and Carl let out a nasty snicker. “Is it drugs? You know how Mom and Dad feel about things like that - and knowing how upset they’ve been with you lately…”

I cursed under my breath. The little bastard heard my argument with Mom…!

I could hear my blood roaring in my ears. My pride as the elder brother demanded I snatch my stash out of his hands and then beat the shit out of him for even thinking of threatening me… but I knew my limits. I wasn’t chubby or malnourished or anything, but my hardest workout was playing Dark Souls and chugging liters of Mountain Dew - and while Kevin and his friends were only kids, they were still athletes.

Not to mention they had the numbers advantage. I’d be toast if I tried, and I didn’t think my self-confidence would have survived losing to a bunch of tweens and then getting kicked out…

“You think your parents will let him take all his stuff before they kick him out?” Zeke’s voice cut in.

Carl laughed. “Nah, their dad’s a hardass. Dibs on the Xbox once he out of here.”

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck…!

Kevin’s lip curled cruelly as he listened in on his friends banter, but his focus stayed on me, boring holes in me with every moment that passed. “Sounds to me like you’re in a really bad spot - lucky you that you have such a kind little brother

Screwing my eyes shut, I forced my heart to stop hammering against my sternum and focused, trying to wrack my brain for what I could do, now that my secret was out and Kevin’s nasty little gang had me by the balls.

Smoothing my hair back, I exhale and slip a hand into my backpocket, thumbing my wallet. “Alright, how much is it gonna cost to keep you all quiet?” I asked, trying to sound more bored than bitter and resigned.

They laughed. A Few shook their heads. “You think we’re your middle-school bullies or something?” Miles asked the question like he couldn’t believe how naive I was to believe bribery would work. “No, we don’t want your money.”

“Not yet, anyway.” Kevin added.

My lip twisted unhappily, but I pressed on anyway. “So you want something else, then?” I tried. “Alright, let’s… negotiate.”

Another round of laughter, and I felt my face heat up a little at how hellbent these rude little shits were on making a fool out of me, but I ignored it. Damage control was priority here.

“Sure, sure.” Kevin sat back and crooked his fingers at me like a miniature king on his throne. “Close the door and come closer, would you?”

With only a bit of hesitation, I obeyed.

“Closer.”

Again, I stepped closer. Now I was standing right in front of him and his buddies, and all of them were either somehow looking down on me while craning their necks to meet my gaze, or else eyeing me up in that weird way they’ve been doing every time I came near ‘em.

That pleased little purr crept back into my brother’s voice, and he grinned at seeing his older brother acting so obedient. I wanted to punch him for it, even knowing he’d probably be able to punch back twice as hard.

“Lean down, I’m gonna whisper it in your ear.” He told me.

I made a face. “C’mon, can’t you just-?”

He cut me off with a blank look and a shake of the baggy, now pinched between his fingers, and I sighed in defeat before obeying.

Kevin leaned up to meet me and, now hovering uncomfortably close by my ear, I felt his breath wash over my skin as he spoke. He didn’t even bother lowering his voice so his friends didn’t overhear. “I want you to be our sleepover fucktoy.”

I recoiled, shocked and disgusted. “What the fuck?! Kevin, what kind of-?!”

“That’s what I want from you, Ryan, and if you say no, I can message Mom and Dad right fucking now!” He barked at me, and I flinched at the thought.

Even still, I gave him a pained look, and when he didn’t relent, I looked to his friends - only to find them not only unsurprised by the depraved little bastard’s demands, but actively anticipating what came next.

Shit, that little thug Carl was licking his lips and palming his crotch like some kind of perverted old man, and even Isaac - the one boy who didn’t seem entirely on-board with my brother’s soccer team forcing themselves on me - was toying his fingers along the growing tent in his shorts with his leg raised to hide his eagerness…

“It’s… it’s gay…” I weakly muttered.

“Nuh-uh.” Malcolm shook his head, breathing a little harder while slipping his hand under his pants’ waistband to massage his dick. He looked to his brother for reassurance, and when he nodded back, the boy continued. “It’s only gay if you’re the one getting fucked. Everyone- everyone knows that!”

“Guess that means you’ll be the only one who’s gay tonight.” Zeke said, whipping his hand against my ass in a clumsy, too-harsh spank that made me gasp and go stiff.

The other boys laughed at the display - they didn’t sound one hundred percent sure of what they were doing, but something in their voices… something told me the situation had changed. This wasn’t just about teasing me, like bullies did when I was their age.

There was a hunger to their mocking me. Like this was an opportunity they were never going to get again, and none of them planned to let it - me - slip them by.

I looked between them all, eyeing me up like a hunk of meat, and the dirty little secret in Kevin’s grip that guaranteed I wasn’t getting out of this without losing something…

My shoulders sagged, and when I spoke again, my voice came out in a rough, defeated whisper. “Alright.”

“Holy shit, he’s actually that much of a pussy…?”

“I owe you for this, Kev!”

“I still think this is kind of gay, but fuck it. Ass is ass!”

Whispers and excited little giggles rippled through the crowd of boys as they hopped off the couch and surrounded me, eager to get started - and probably looking to make sure I couldn’t run away, in case I changed my mind.

It was humiliating, being trapped like this by a bunch of tweens… most of them barely came up to my chin, and yet there wasn’t anyway I could stop them from doing what they liked to me…

“First thing’s first.” Kevin said, taking a deep, shaky breath as he stared me down. “Strip.”

I made a face. “Can’t… can’t I just give you guys handjobs or something…?” I muttered, squirming slightly at the idea of letting these boys see me naked. They already had me agreeing to get them off, stripping for them and going all the way for them just felt even more shameful than ‘just’ touching another guy’s cock, somehow.

I felt a hand smack into my ass and I yelped - only for my voice to twist into a shocked, breathless little squeak as it forced itself between my cheeks and dug into my virgin pucker, forcing my whole body to go stiff from the pain…

“You don’t really have any room to negotiate here.” Carl’s voice interrupted as he squeezed my butt, clumsily trying to push his fingers into my asshole like he was fingering a pornstar. Did he think this felt good…? Was he trying to turn me on with this?! “You already agreed, now strip!”

Face still scrunched up from the hand that was making itself comfortable between my asscheeks and trying to push into my guts, I nodded hurriedly and started to pull my shirt up. “Okay, okay! Just let go of me!” I complained.

Carl was a little hesitant to stop, but after a second of trying to curl his finger into my ass and stretching the rim of my backdoor, trying to treat me like some kind of hands-on camshow, he pulled away and I sighed in relief despite the stinging feeling he left behind.

Still, when I looked up, there were still six boys waiting for me to get on with the show…

“I know, I know, just give me a second…” I murmured. A sudden rush of self-consciousness made me flush, but I psyched myself up enough to keep going, pulling my shirt up over my head and tossing it to one side before undoing my pants and pulling them down. I hesitated a little when it came to my briefs, but a sharp look from Kevin was enough to remind me I didn’t really have a choice in the matter, and down my legs they went, too…

And so I stood back up, face burning with shame, anger, and humiliation while a bunch of boys almost half my age pressed in around me.

“Damn, he’s kinda small for a teenager, isn’t he?” Zeke chuckled, reaching out to palm my balls and making me twitch as he ran a finger along the underside of my soft, limp cock.

Kevin chuckled. “Does he still count as a teenager if he’s almost twenty? It’s a lot sadder if you think about it that way, if you ask me!” He replied, making my breath catch in my throat while he pinched my dick between the tips of his fingers and gave it a gentle pump, toying with the shaft while Carl reached in between my legs to cup and massage my balls from behind me.

Even Isaac - the one who seemed like my best shot at convincing the rest of them to go easy on me, just laugh in disbelief and shook his head. “He really is bitch-sized compared to us…” He murmured.

Pushing my brother’s arm to one side to make room, he groped my crotch, grinding the heel of his palm against the base of my cock before wrapping his hand around me - and I felt my pride wither just a little more at feeling myself twitch a little against his touch, resistance crumbling under all the friction and attention I was getting.

“Look, you can’t even see the little faggot like this!” He cackled, leaning away so the others could see his hand swallowing my cock whole.

I wasn’t even big enough to fill his hand…

I scowled, blushing furiously - and even though I did my best to hold still while the boys molested me, I just couldn’t keep myself from protesting when they wanted to mock me while they were at it…!

“Four inches is average…” I huffed, clenching my fists until my knuckles turned white as Malcolm and Miles took their turn, Malcolm rubbing his thumb against the head while his brother teased and tickled my balls.

“No, it’s not.” Kevin snorted. “You’re smaller than we are!”

“That’s bullshit-!” I said, glaring at him - but only for a second. The moment I tried to call the boys out on the lie, Malcolm spat on into his hand and cinched his fingers into a tight ring around the base of my dick, making my legs and my voice wobble unsteadily as he mercilessly jerked his hand back and forth, like he was milking an animal.

I grabbed at his hand to try and slow him down so I could actually talk without stumbling over every other word, but the weak, pitiful attempt to push his arm back just earned a derisive snort from the boy. As punishment, he leaned into me as he jacked me off even faster, snaking an arm around my waste to palm and squeeze my ass while forcing me to lean against him for support

“H-how would you even know…?” I finally managed through grit teeth, my whole body shaking as Malcolm relentlessly squeezed and stroked my prick. “Looking at each- ngh… each other’s dicks is gay, too, you l-little…!”

“We see each other in the locker room and the showers all the time.” Kevin cut me, grinning at me as I panted and bucked my hips against Malcolm’s hand. Sensing the opportunity to grind me down even further, he turned to the others nudged the boys closest to him. “C’mon, let’s prove it.”

They all laughed and nodded, snickering and passing snide little comments back and forth as they pushed their shorts down, pulling their immature dicks out without a hint of embarrassment or self-consciousness. Malcolm was the only one who didn’t - he was too focused on molesting me, keeping me off-balance with his clumsy, almost-painful handjob while greedily exploring my backside with his other hand - so Miles did his brother the honors, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down for him.

“Look.” Kevin ordered.

I glanced down without thinking twice. I could barely think straight with Malcolm’s little hands still digging into me, dragging all the blood in my brains down to my hard-on by force - but when the proof in front of me finally managed to punch through the hazy, horny fog clouding my thoughts…

My knees nearly buckled in shock, and - when I saw Kevin’s lift slightly, stiffening under my eyes - my cock gave a traitorous, sympathetic throb.

They were all hard as diamonds.

And they were all bigger than me.

Maybe only by about an inch or so for most of them, but still… these kids were only half my age, and they were already more man than me…!

Even just that much made my chest tighten with shame.

Worst of all, it looked like my own little brother was the biggest winner out of the soccer team - almost six inches from base to tip, so fat his hand couldn’t even go all the way around as he stroked it, and throbbing angrily as he pointed it at me like some kind of weapon.

It was big enough that I didn’t think it’d fit, even if I used my mouth!

If they decided to use my butt instead…

I felt my asshole twitch a little in apprehension, contracting so fast and so suddenly that it nearly pulled Malcolm’s finger in without meaning to as it brushed against the rim.

“Wow!” Seems like he’s really eager to be the team toy, actually!” The boy announced my reaction to the room in an almost innocent tone, making me flush and close my eyes in embarrassment. A second later, I felt his slim little finger push back and let itself be pulled in, making me bite my lip to stifle my whimpering while my dick twitched and leaked into his hand. “I don’t think you even needed to threaten him, Kev! If you just asked nicely, he’d probably have let us fuck him anyway!”

Kevin gave him a snort. “I’m not gonna ask a cocksleeve for permission to use it, dude. You wanna ask my Xbox for consent next?”

Malcolm laughed, tone still childishly innocent but with a cruel undercurrent to it, and gave my balls a harsh squeeze that made me wince. “Good point.”

I looked to my brother, pleading wordlessly for him to stop this… but when our eyes met, he just flashed me a wry smirk that made my heart sink down into my stomach.

“Move, I want a turn.”

Malcolm didn’t need to be told twice. Wiping his hands clean on my belly before letting me go, he stepped aside as my brother approached me, one hand already toying with his cock in anticipation.

Faced with the possibility of a painful buttfucking from a preteen dick - and getting my cherry popped by my little brat of a brother, no less - before I’d even kissed a girl… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having second thoughts about letting these boys fuck me to keep them quiet. I even ended up losing my nerve and backing up, trying to stall for just a little more time before the boys claimed my pride as a man-

Not that it did me much good.

A set of boyish little hands caught my back, forcing me to stop before giving me a firm, not-so-gentle nudge forward that nearly made me trip over my own feet.

“No takebacks, fucktoy.” Someone scolded me from behind, their tone full of that special kind of meanspirited playfulness only kids could really tap into. A sharp swat landed on my butt a second later, forcing a yelp past my lips and driving me back toward Kevin as the boys behind me closed in, drawing the circle tighter around us to keep me from trying to get away again.

And once I was back in front of him - standing there with nowhere to run and seeing his eyes sparkle with a perverted, sadistic sort of pleasure - my baby brother finally stepped closer.

He looked me dead in the eyes as he invaded my personal space, pulling in so close to me that I felt his breath washing over my chest - and even with him craning his neck to keep our eyes locked, it felt like he was looming over me with how powerless I was against him and his little gang.

“Look down.” He ordered me. I obeyed without even thinking twice, practically shrinking under the pressure he was putting on me as I turned my gaze down toward the floor between my feet-

Where it landed instantly on the rock-hard preteen meat he was pumping just between my thighs.

Kevin turned his cock up toward my belly, and then he grabbed mine and yanked it into view - making me wince in pain, and then flush in embarrassment, as he smothered my dick under his.

“Look. See? I told you you were tiny.” My brother murmured in a low voice, wrapping his hands around both our shafts and forcing me to frot against him. “This is why you’re the fucktoy tonight. Because you’re a born loser. You were born to be a little bitch, Ryan…”

He was breathing hard between every other word as he worked his hips,

 There was a proper edge of excitement to his voice now, no matter how much he and his friends insisted I was the only one acting gay here - but I couldn’t judge; not when every stroke made my voice catch in my throat and my legs threaten to buckle.

“K-Kevin…” I gasped, screwing my eyes shut and fighting the instinct to buck into his hand, if only to avoid giving him and his more friends more ammunition to mock me with.

My little brother just purred, relishing the chance to watch me squirm. “Just lay back and take it, loser. This is the only chance you’re ever gonna get to use your dick.” He told me, pushing into me slightly and grinding his dick into mine.

I just whined, low and quiet in the back of my throat. I’d never recover if I ended up cumming in my own brother’s hand - against his cock - while he and his friends were bullying me and treating me like the group’s private plaything, but every little tug he gave me, and every hard, dominating twitch I felt run through his shaft as it pressed against mine was grinding down my self-control. If he kept going-!

Kevin’s hand dropped back to his side, and the moan halfway through my throat turned into an embarrassingly disappointed-sounding mewl as our cocks slipped off of each other.

“Don’t get so excited just yet, bitch.” Kevin laughed, grabbing his dick and beating it against mine, smacking my hard-on back and forth before bouncing it on the tip. “We haven’t even really gotten started! I was just proving my point!”

He turned away, and I felt a shameful little shiver run up my spine when I realized I wished he didn’t stop groping me while his attention was on his friends. “Who wants to go next?”

Miles and Malcolm’s hands shot up immediately. They had been jerking off, watching Kevin mistreat me, and now that they had the chance to do the same, they were scrambling to go first.

“Me!” Malcolm practically shouted.

“No! Me!” Miles cut his brother off and pushed past him.

“You two go at the same time if you both wanna be next.” Isaac suggested.

“Isn’t that kind of gay?” Zeke pointed out - but Carl just shook his head.

“It’s not gay if their dicks don’t touch, so they just need to keep Kevin’s brother between ‘em.” He explained. “Not gay to share a sextoy, you know?”

It sounded ridiculous to me, but everyone else was nodding like it was the obvious solution, and even the two black boys who were up next seemed satisfied with the idea of letting the other have me next if it meant they did, too.

I would have laughed if it wasn’t for the fact they were discussing the best way to rape me.

Stepping up to either side of me with big, excited smiles on their faces, Miles and Malcolm didn’t grab me by the cock like Kevin did. Instead, they wrapped their arms around me and crowded in to sandwich my poor prick between a pair of dark, twitching hard-ons, smothering and bullying my dick with theirs as they worked their hips together, one pulling back so the other one could thrust in and pin me against his brother as they rubbed me between them.

“Feels kinda good… better than I expected.” Miles huffed, jerking forward suddenly and making me cry out as he accidentally flattened my balls against my crotch.

“Yeah…” Malcolm agreed, scrunching his face up as he focused on the feeling of grinding against me - and every now and then, grazing against his brother. “Can we do this again?”

I bit my lip and tried not to think too hard about the boys’ plans for me, hearing that.

“We’ll see.” Kevin answered. As if my hopes of getting out of this and going back to a normal life could get any shakier…

It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds that the brothers had me to themselves, but it felt like my dick had been trapped in the hot, sweaty little pocket the boys formed between me and the two of them for forever. They might not have said a word to each other, and they might have bickered more than even me and Kevin, but the way they worked together to torment me? It was like each boy had an instinct for what the other one was doing and how to make it feel even better and more embarrassing for me-

So when an impatient hand landed on my ass and squeezed it like a stressball, I was almost glad to be traded off again if it meant I’d escape black-boycock hell.

“You two have had him long enough. Gimme a turn.” Carl said.

The brothers whined, and all of a sudden I was a little less eager to leave them, now that I knew who wanted the next go at me…

“We only took one turn! There’s two of us!” Malcolm protested, turning to my brother, who just shrugged.

“You both got as long as I did, so it’s only fair you hand the bitch off to someone else now.” He ruled. “Can’t double-up just by sharing turns.”

Miles and Malcolm muttered complaints under their breath, but eventually they reluctantly let me go - though not before Miles gave my boner a few taps with his to make sure I knew he was still above me on the totem pole, and his brother gave me a hard, full-power cocksmack to the balls to make sure he wasn’t outdone.

“We’ll be back for you.” Miles told me, reaching up to twist a nipple and pull a pained squeak out of me.

Carl just scoffed. “Yeah, yeah. Clear off. You had your fun.” He scolded them, shooing the two brown boys away before turning to me with a perverted gleam in his eye, wasting no time and instantly grabbing me by the hips to pull me in, mashing me against him instead of the other way around. “Zeke! You want next?”

“Nah. I’m just here for ass.”

“Suit yourself. Isaac?”

“I’ll save up for the slut’s mouth.”

I grimaced at the thought of some kid’s sperm spreading across my tongue, but Carl didn’t seem to notice or care. He just leered up at me and smooshed my boner against his crotch, making sure to bury my dick under his as much as possible - even if it meant pulling me down and making me bend at the knees so he could get a little more height on me.

“Great.” He chuckled, tone scraping coldly against my spine and making me shiver as one of his hands left my hip and clamped around both our pricks like a vice, squeezing them together tight while he frotted against me. “Guess I can focus on you if no one else is waiting in line, right, cunt?”

I just pulled a face at that - but when I didn’t dignify the name with an answer, his lip curled, and I felt his other hand slip away from my side. Migrating down to my butt and diving into my asscrack-

Before hooking his fingers into my pucker and yanking up hard, like he was trying to lift my whole body asshole-first!

“Fuck!” I hissed, instinctively trying to raise my hips to try and relieve the pressure, only to be rewarded with a harsh tug that made me grit my teeth as Carl leaned into me, pushing me back as his other hand picked up the pace, gliding up and down our shafts while his fingers savaged my backdoor.

“I asked you a question, slut.” He growled, face flushed with a sadistic look full of lust that never should have shown up in a boy his age.

I just hissed, screwing my eyes shut as I tried not to cry in front of these little bastards. “Yes! Fuck, yes, focus on me!”

“What am I fingering right now?”

“My ass-”

“Wrong.” Another sharp pull buried his hooked digits even deeper into my hole, and I let out a strangled hiss as his hand jerked both of us off, the heat and friction blending the pain in my ass with unwanted pleasure. “This is a cocksleeve! Got it!?”

“Yes! It’s a cocksleeve, you’re fingering a cocksleeve - just pull out already, fuck!” I yelled, not even thinking about who else could hear me as I laser-focused in on just stopping the hand invading my body from going even further.

Carl grinned. “That’s right!” He cheered. As a reward, he stroked my cock like he was trying to squeeze my cum out by force, crushing it against his as he pushed against me-

And buried his fingers inside my ass, down to the knuckle, tearing a desperate, pain-filled squeal out of my throat and forcing a thin, watery mess of jizz to spill out of my dick into Carl’s fingers, catching my brother’s perverted bastard of a friend off-guard.

“What the…” The frantic, merciless tugging on my cock slowed, and I let out a drained groan as Carl looked at his hand with a look of disbelief. “Did you- did you cum in my hand?”

“I-I didn’t mean to, it-”

He cut me off before I could finish, cramming his cum-frosted fingers into my mouth and making me choke on them, forgetting all about playing with my now-softening dick as he turned his attention to punishing me.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He scoffed, grinding his fingers against my tongue as he pumped them in and out past my lips, . “Whatever you have to say, I know you came to getting fingered like a slutty, dick-obsessed fairy-bitch - because that’s what you are. Now clean up the mess you made. I’m not some kind of faggot who likes playing with other guys’ cum, like you!”

I tried to growl at that, but between the fingers in my gullet making me tear up and the soft, thick retching noise Carl was prying out of me every time he so much as curled his finger, it came off more as a rough, gurgling grimace that just rubbed salt in the wound.

Hearing my own voice make such a pitiful, submissive sound - not to mention seeing the triumphant, mocking sneer Carl pulled when he heard it - I had to squeeze my eyes shut to resist the urge to bite down out of spit.

I shouldn’t have let it get under my skin so easily, but having these little twerps pushing a whole new identity on me - acting like I was the one who wanted this, and that they hadn’t blackmailed me into going along with it? It was pushing me too far, and right then, I wanted nothing more than to beat these kids’ asses for thinking they could pull this and get away with it!

Shame I knew for a fact that these kids would easily win a fight with me, if I actually tried…

“I’m not feeling any licking, slut.”

Carl’s fingers thrust sharply, pushing past my tonsils and making my eyes shoot open as I gagged on them. On instinct, I tried to pull back - but the boy followed after me, keeping his hand pressed as far past my lips as he could manage while the others kept me from squirming away-

And after watching me struggle, gulping desperately around their friend’s sadistic little mitt stuffed down my throat, it seemed the rest of the boys were eager to take the opportunity and feel up a little more of me for themselves. They joined in quick - and they traded places often, making sure I never got totally used to the way any one of them wanted to molest me.

“He’s kinda thick for a guy, isn’t he? Could be more, but his butt’s enough that I can pretend he’s a she if I just go by feel…” Zeke chuckled. I felt his hands settle around my hips and dig into them for emphasis, and then something hot and hard pressed itself between my cheeks, sliding in-between them before slipping off and then sandwiching itself between my thighs. I tried swatting him away, but he just caught my wrist and pinned it behind my back before going back to grinding his prick against me.

Miles laughed. “Sounds a little gay, dude. You wanna switch with him?” He teased, putting all his attention into sniping at his teammate - and not even sparing me a second look as he tugged my hand down, spit in my palm, and started jerking himself off with it, like I was just a pile of sextoys they could pick out and use on a whim.

“You’re the one who’s got his hand so close to my dick!”

“He was there first - sounds to me more like you were trying to get a sneaky handjob, like the fairyboy here!” Isaac countered. I couldn’t imagine how he kept his tone so casual when he had a hand against my crotch, kneading and squeezing my sack like it was a stressball.

Having a kid’s fingers tightening around my balls and making a game out of feeling them squish under his grip was bad enough on its own… but it seemed Carl didn’t like the idea that someone else was the reason I was fighting to hold back tears.

Yanking his hand out of my mouth fast enough to make me cough, he walked around behind me and hooked his spitsoaked digits into my ass, skipping over little things like stretching me out or letting me adjust to having a trio of fingers stretching my pucker and skipping straight into savagely frigging them into my guts. Pumping them into my ass like he wanted me to cum the way pornstars did, he went hard and fast enough to make me grit my teeth and swear under my breath while his free hand spanked my cheeks raw!

It was so bad that I just slumped into the boys’ grip when he finally traded places and let Zeke behind me. Sleazy as that one seemed to me, he was at least satisfied just snaking his arms around my middle and rubbing his cock against my crack. His cockhead might have poked and bumped against my asshole once or twice, and it scared the hell out of me thinking he wanted to try fucking me dry, but even then, it hurt so much less than Carl’s idea of foreplay that I was grateful anyway.

Eventually though, someone realized that there were only five sets of hands treating me like a cheap cut of streetmeat/ Someone had been sitting things out.

Kevin.

“You good, bro?” Miles asked him, nodding toward me. “You’re the one who said it wouldn’t be gay if we were only using your brother as a sextoy. Did you change your mind?”

I didn’t bother trying to correct the boys’ logic. By then, I was more interested in just riding it out until they lost interest - and hopefully, spitting the taste of sweaty cock and pre out of my mouth without drawing the team’s attention to the fact one of my holes wasn’t being filled… despite that though, realizing my brother wasn’t taking part in the abuse made me wonder…

He hadn’t touched me since he played with our dicks together… after that, he seemed content just standing back and watching, toying with his prick while his teammates molested and abused me, and treating his friends mauling his older brother’s ass or abusing my poor balls like jerkoff material. His own personal porno.

I licked my lips, feeling them get a little dry. For a second, I almost let myself hope it was because he was having second thoughts.

I was praying that for it, and I didn’t really care why. Maybe he decided I wasn’t girly enough to get him off, or that the little bastard actually felt bad about trying to rape me-

“Get him on his knees, guys!” He finally said, smiling knowingly while tapping the corner of his mouth. “I’m getting tired of just fucking around with him now - and besides that, I think our little buttbitch misses the taste of a real dick! Just look, he’s been licking his lips while you guys were forcing him to jack you off!”

The boys laughed and cheered, relishing watching my head bow in shame and dismay as my own brother taunted me - but even then, they didn’t stop; I still felt hands roaming all over my hips and my cock, and Zeke and Carl both grabbed a greedy palmful each of my asscheeks, painfully digging their fingers into the meat as they squeezed and yanked me back to the present.

I just bit my lip, doing my best to silently ride it out while shifting my weight and trying to subtly hide the way the butt-abuse I was being put through was slowly coaxing my dick back to life.

“Don’t be shy, faggot!” Zeke cooed in a singsong voice, standing up on tiptoes to whisper in my ear before turning his attention down to my cock, giving the still-sensitive tip a flick that made me squeak and flinch away from his touch. “Everyone knows gays like sucking dicks; no need to get embarrassed about popping a stiffy over it!”

“That’s right.” Miles agreed. A pair of hands landed on my shoulders and pulled me down. I’d like to be able to say he ended up needing help forcing me to kneel in front of Kevin, but the truth is my legs that a quick, sharp yank was all it took to bring me face-to-face with my little brother’s prick - which he was only too happy to give me a closer look at, tapping it against my nose before running the tip against my lips and smacking it against my cheek with a thick, wet ‘THWAP’ just for good measure.

I thought I’d completely given in by then, but with Kevin’s prick bumping insistently against my lips - hot and hard and filling my nose with the smell of cock - I still couldn’t bring myself to just let it happen.

My face scrunched up and I squirmed away, trying to turn my head to keep him away from my mouth. “Kevin, please-”

“Shut up already, would you!?” Without any warning, my little brother grabbed a fistful of my hair and roughly jerked my head back into place, forcing me to kiss his dick while grinding my face into his crotch. “Why do you think we’re still negotiating? We have you by the balls, Ryan, and we’re fucking you no matter what, but your bitching and whining is taking all the fun out of this!”

He pulled my head back, making me wince as he forced me to look up at him.

“Don’t forget; we know your secret, and I’ll get Mom and Dad to kick you out if you don’t stop being a bitch and start acting like a slut.”

I felt something twist in my chest at the reminder, but even though I was still praying I could get out of this somehow, the angry look in my brother’s eyes was enough to make me reconsider trying to worm my way out of our deal. I never thought he’d push me this far, but he looked like he was being serious…

“I’m waiting, bitch.”

I ended up caving, and I looked away before mumbling quietly that I’d stop resisting. Kevin smiled approvingly, and rubbed my lips against the side of his shaft meaningfully.

“Talk’s cheap, faggot. Prove it.” He ordered.

My lips parted, and for a second the instinct to ask for a little mercy nearly won out, but another look up at him cemented that that was the absolute last thing I should have done - so instead, I opened wide, let my tongue loll out, and shut my eyes as my little brother’s hot, hard dick slid home into my mouth, suppressing the meek little cough that tried to come out as the tip bumped against my tonsils.

“Ngh… Good boy…” Kevin groaned, dick pulsing against my tongue as soon as he felt my mouth wrapping around his shaft - and insult to injury, he showed how much he approved by petting me like I was a dog-

And I flushed a deep, shameful pink at the way his praise made my hard-on throb.

His friends chuckled, watching me slowly and clumsily bob my head up and down my own brother’s dickmeat, and Isaac even reached over to give him a high-five over it.

“That was gangster, man.” He grinned.

Kevin just threw a brief, impatient smile back, already turning his attention back on me and exhaling shakily as his hands settled on my head. I only had a second to realize that he wasn’t just doing it to assert more control over me - he was holding me steady.

Then he thrust into my face - making me choke around his cock while it invaded my esophagus.

“Fuck…!” He hissed, gritting his teeth and pumping his hips even faster. Thrusting in and out of my mouth and making lines of drool run down my chin as I coughed and fought not to drown on my own saliva as his dick battered against the back of my throat. “Shoulda done this forever ago…! Blowjobs feel way better than I thought they would!”

“Well, there’s no way they don’t feel better than just jerking off, right?” Malcolm laughed, rubbing his foot affectionately against my butt as my hands flew to Kevin’s hips and tried to get him to slow down. They didn’t stay there long, though - Miles and Zeke took one each and forced them around their cocks, dragging them up and down the shafts so I ended up milking them over my face while Kevin continued skullfucking me.

“Even better than you think!” Kevin smiled, panting as the feeling of an unwilling tongue wiggling against the underside of his big, hairless dick slowly wore down his self-control. My skull was practically ricocheting off his crotch now, getting bounced off the base by a middle-schooler who was more athletic than I ever was.

“Grck… cgh…!” I gurgled, desperately blinking back tears. It was all I could do with Kevin’s hands on my head and my arms in his friends’ grip not to retch or pass out while my brother’s thick, immature dick pummeled my throat and threatened to push the drool pooling in my mouth down into my lungs - but with how much power he was putting into skullfucking me, it was only a matter of time, and I didn’t think my self-respect could take much more.

Which one would have been a bigger blow to my pride? Getting fucked so hard I faint by a handful of insatiable boys who only just started puberty… or try and get them off myself, so they’d let me catch my breath?

I’m not proud of what I chose, but…

Screwing my eyes shut, I forced my head down and let Kevin’s dick push its way into my throat, swallowing around the thick, throbbing slab of meat in my mouth while I snaked my tongue out to lap at his balls and started jacking his friends off without being forced to. The fact I wasn’t just limply letting them use me anymore must’ve caught them by surprise, because they didn’t resist much when I pulled my hands out of their grip - but I knew that freedom and the chance to control the pace even just this much was only going to last as long as I cooperated.

“Fuck…! Your brother really is a faggot…!” Miles grunted, rolling his hips and greedily fucking my fist. The handjob might’ve caught him off-guard, but it didn’t seem like he was complaining.

“That’s- fuck, suck harder, bitch… That’s what I told you!” Kevin grunted, hilting into my mouth and letting his balls slap against my chin.

I wrinkled my nose in response; I wasn’t sure if I was more upset about him making fun of me behind my back or the fact I was actually living up to the stories he’d apparently been telling about me - but with my secret being held over my head, it didn’t really matter. I just kept on sucking.

Lucky me, the boys were still only boys, and I wouldn’t have to hold their cocks in my hands or on my tongue for much longer…

Out of nowhere, Miles grunted and grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop jerking him off while he steadied himself, and then jackhammering my hand up and down his shaft. “Dirty whore… didn’t think a closeted homo like you’d give in so quickly…” He spat at me, using my palm to jerk himself off so roughly it felt like he’d give me carpal tunnel. “No way you count as a guy anymore… you’re just a cocksleeve from now on…!”

“The fag’s Kevin’s cocksleeve, so remember to ask if you wanna borrow him.” Zeke pointed out - though he didn’t have any complaints about following Miles’ lead, shifting around until he was in front of me and aiming his dick square at my face as he got ready to paint me in his cum.

“Time to hit you with some makeup, slut…” He grinned. “Jerk me off ‘til your pretty face, now… faster.”

I just exhaled through my nose and closed my eyes before obeying. It wasn’t like I had a choice, so what if they didn’t have to press me this time? And if I did what they asked before they finished speaking, it wasn’t because I wanted to - I just needed to keep them happy!

Yeah…

And they were pretty happy… with my hands and lips milking the three of them, it wasn’t long before they stopped talking and just focused on jerking me around, pushing and pulling me into position so I could please the three of them better.

“Shit…” I heard Malcolm mutter somewhere behind me. “I’m kinda jealous…”

“Of the fairy?” Carl chuckled.

“Shut up, man.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get our turn.” Isaac reassured him. “Right, Kev?”

My brother simply grunted, too focused on stirring my mouth up with his prick to even look up when he replied.

That he didn’t want to take his eyes off me while I blew him… it made my body feel hotter, for some reason…

And it seemed like I wasn’t the only one.

“Gnh…!” A soft, breathless grunt slipped out of Miles’ mouth as he jerked my hand faster, pumping it up and down his cock so quickly I could hear the slick, squishy sound of my fist being treated like an onahole, and then-

A steaming-hot rope of jizz splattered against my cheek and into my hair, gluing one eye shut before oozing down my face in warm, gluey streams even as Miles moaned in satisfaction, unloading as much of the cum building up in his smooth, hairless balls ontome as possible.

“Mmph…?!” I jerked away from the feeling out of instinct, but my brother tightened his grip on me and pulled me back with a petulant little grumble before burying my nose back in his crotch and making my cheek bulge around his dick as it was stuffed into the side of my mouth.

“Don’t move- I’m not done yet…!” He hissed as I squinted up at him through the web of cum crawling its way down one side of my face.

“Grmph…” The quiet little cough-grunt that managed to squeeze out around the prick invading my mouth was the meekest noise I’d ever made - and letting him cement my place as his team’s bitchboy must’ve been enough to push Zeke over the edge, too, because the very next second, he was plastering the side I could still see through with a load of his own.

Were any of these boys going to at least going to give me a warning first?

“God…” He breathed, prying my fingers off his shaft before wiping himself clean in my hair. “That was the best. Thanks, Kevin!”

A violent yank forced me to swallow my brother down to the root again, and I gagged, earning a twitch from Kevin’s meaty prick as the muscles of my throat squeezed down and fought to push him out. “Ngrh… any time…”

It was just me and my baby brother left.

And with how he was holding me tighter again, grinding against my lips and smearing his friends’ cum all over my face as I gagged and grunted like an abused animal on his immature cock, I didn’t have a genius to know he was planning on skullfucking me again to finish himself off…

So I did what I had to to save myself from that.

Relaxing my throat as much as possible, I snaked my tongue out and gave my baby bro’s dick a long, slow, worshipful lick, cradling his nuts on my tastebuds before drawing back and lapping at the underside of his shaft like a dog.

Humiliating…

It paid off, at least.

My brother’s hands, tangled up in my hair, tightened painfully and I heard him hiss as his whole body shook, suddenly leaning against me for support as his cock throbbed and seemed ready to pop.

That was all the encouragement I needed to push the advantage. I couldn’t breathe properly with my nose buried in his groin, but that was just extra motivation for me to play the part he wanted even better; I tongued that little brat like my life depended on it, channeling every pornstar I’d ever seen while I suckled and purred around that thick slab of boymeat.

I did my best imitation of a dick-addicted whore, all so I could pull an orgasm out of him and so he’d finally - finally - pull out of my mouth and let me taste some fresh air.

I don’t think I did a very good job - I wasn’t exactly experienced at this, after all - but it paid off.

Sort of…

Kevin didn’t say anything. The moment it hit him, he just cried out and slammed his prick full-force into my mouth, burying his shaft as deep down my gullet as it would go and making me screw my eyes shut as tears stung my eyes while he dumped the thick, grown-up load I’d coaxed out of him into my belly.

And even then, he didn’t stop.

I coughed, grunting obscenely as he pulled his hips back - wrenching my throat open in the process - only for him to smash back into my head, forcing an animalistic squeal-sob out of me fresh, childish addiction to blowjobs drove him to treat me like some kind of onahole - or maybe a human condom, with how much cum he was pumping into my mouth and pushing down my esophagus.

It wasn’t even sadism anymore… he was just too focused on cumming after being treated to a dicksucking!

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me a little in the moment; I couldn’t see with all the jizz webbing my eyes shut, I could barely string two thoughts together with my head constantly being bounced off his crotch, and I was aching too much to put up even the token resistance I’d normally be able to. The best I could do was grab him for support, hold on tight, and pray…

“Unf-fuck…” Kevin sighed, burying my face between his legs one last time and holding me there as he poured the last of his cum into me. He kept me pinned a for a good few seconds after I milked him dry, too - just enjoying the feel of my tongue squirming under his dick, and the way my lips massaged it as weak, plaintive groans left my chest.

Once he pulled me off, I made a thick, vulgar ‘SLUUURP’ noise as his shaft dragged itself free of my throat and emptied my windpipe, and I coughed before sucking in a grateful breath and wiping the scum off my face. I didn’t even care that the boys were watching and probably getting off to how thoroughly they used and abused me - at this point, I was just glad they were giving me a break…

“That was fucking amazing. I think you earned a little break, in fact. Good job, slut.” Kevin sighed, rubbing his palm on top of my head and tousling my hair again as he turned his attention back to his teammates. “Anyone wanna get back on Mortal Kombat?”

Despite myself, I felt my chest warm with relief, and I leaned against his touch to show the appreciation I couldn’t put into words - in more ways than one, after the throat-swabbing he just put me through.

“Aw, what?” Carl instantly soured when it turned out that he wasn’t going to be able to skullfuck me next, and despite the tough-guy expression he was going for, I couldn’t help but expect him to stomp his foot or throw a tantrum from how obviously disappointed he was - it almost made me laugh. “I thought you said he’d be everyone’s fucktoy? Only you, Miles, and Zeke got to finish with him!”

Isaac just shrugged. “I don’t really mind waiting. Not like he’s going anywhere.”

“I do, though.” Malcolm whined. “Why’d Miles get to go first?”

Kevin rolled his eyes and shook his head, like he was the one babysitting all his entitled little friends. “You guys’re so excited to fuck a a faggot that I’m starting to think you’re all gay.” He grumbled. “How about this; we play some more, and the winners get to cum in the cocksleeve. Fair?”

My expression faltered when my brother laid out his idea, and it only got worse when I realized the boys were getting close to going along with it as they muttered and hashed the details out with each other.

“I- Kevin, I thought I was-” I began, but began just put his fingers to my lips to shut me up as he interrupted.

“Don’t worry. You can still get your break, bitch.” He reassured me, turning his attention back down on me and smirking slightly as his six-inch prick slowly twitched back to life. “Since I won the last game, you’re mine until there’s another winner - just hold me in your mouth until they’re done.”

I wanted to protest - or at least point out how unfair it was to snatch away a reward before I got to enjoy it - but I sensed that this was going to be the best deal I’d be able to get, so with only a little bit of reluctance, I nodded in agreement.

Well, more like understanding. Agreement implied that I had any input on the matter.

Without any other choice, I crawled after the boys as the hopped back on the couch and knelt between my brother’s legs, opening my mouth and fitting his prick between my lips while he and his friends booted their game back up.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” Carl huffed, shooting my brother an annoyed glare.

Kevin just shrugged him off. “He’s my brother.” He replied with a smug little snicker.

Carl opened his mouth to press the issue, but of the corner of my eye, I noticed Isaac shaking his head in disapproval. “Stop arguing and let’s get on with it if you wanna fuck his mouth so bad.”

Surprisingly, that actually got the little bastard to settle down and focus, and the boys’ match quickly kicked into gear as their competitive spirit took over - leaving me to just kneel on the floor and wait for someone to win a turn with me.

Being treated like this - ignored and almost forgotten about after forcing me to strip naked, making fun of me, and blackmailing me into giving blowjobs - was almost a whole new kind of mortifying if I was being honest… but I could at least say that it hurt less, and it was easier to forget that I was being mistreated by a bunch of kids if i didn’t think about it, so I let it slide and settled in.

It was a little boring with my back turned to the game though. Every few seconds, someone would cheer or yell at the screen in frustration, but the only thing I had to keep me occupied was shifting my weight around to try and stay comfortable - when I wasn’t pushing Kevin’s cock from one side of my mouth to the next to give my jaw a rest or gulping down the dick-flavored drool pooling on my tongue, at least.

Things were moving at a snail’s pace for me, and… despite myself, I felt a little bit left out.

“Mmph…” I mumbled incoherently into Kevin’s crotch, trying to get his attention so I wasn’t stuck with nothing but my own thoughts and the taste of cock to keep me occupied.

He barely spared me a second as he glanced down, but he did spread his legs a little wider as he rested his hands on my head while playing. I managed to get his attention, at least.

“What’s a matter, slut?” He asked without looking. “Getting bored? Jaw tired?”

He didn’t even sound like he was trying to be disrespectful with the nicknames anymore, either; he was treating the idea that I didn’t any dignity to speak of like it was a fact.

The fact I couldn’t even find it in me to protest at this point stung a little, to be honest…

I waited for him to pull me off or lift his hands off my head so I could pull back. When he didn’t, I just exhaled through my nose in unsurprised disappointment before nodding as best I could with my head still buried between his toned little thighs. “Mmph.”

I heard one last grunt of pain from the screen, and the series’ iconic “FINISH HIM!” line before he could respond, and my brother wrinkled his nose in annoyance while Carl whooped triumphantly somewhere to my left.

“Lucky you, then. It’s someone else’s turn.” Kevin snorted, gripping a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back with a firm tug to pull me off. Having his dick scraping against the walls of my throat so so quickly made me cough, and I wheezed as a sudden rush of spittle poured in to fill the void and nearly ran down my windpipe.

“Careful…!” I said, clearing my throat with tears in my eyes before wiping my mouth and chin clean on the back of my hand. “You could’ve just said something instead of pulling…!”

“Not as fun.” Kevin smiled back, putting his foot on my shoulder and nudging me along to face the next boy in line. “Now hurry up, you’ve got a lot of cock to swallow tonight!”

I just scowled at him. He was right, but that didn’t mean I appreciated the rough handling when I was finally cooperating.

Then I turned to the next boy I had to please, and I remembered why I was happy dealing with just my twerp of a brother a little earlier.

Carl tossed his controller aside and grabbed me by the ears, wordlessly jabbing his prick against my lips before pushing me further down and dragging his nuts across my face, making me spit and squirm as I fought to pull in some air that didn’t stink of some porn-addicted soccer player’s sweaty balls.

“H-hey, quit pulling-!” I hissed out, hands flying up to grab at Carl’s as he bumped and prodded his dick against my face. “I was already gonna suck you off, just- glck…!”

“Not as fun.” He grinned down at me savagely as the shaft of his cock bullied its way past my lips and just barely poked its way into my esophagus. The moment my lips were wrapped around the base of his dick though, he was already pulling me up until only the tip was resting on my tongue.

“Feel free to start on the next match…” Carl grunted through gritted teeth, standing up off the couch now that he’d won so he could jackhammer his hips against my mouth, and slamming into me so roughly that I’d swear he had my brains pinballing around the inside of my skull! “I won’t take too long with the whore…”

“Are you admitting you’re a quickshot?” I couldn’t see him with my eyes screwed shut and my face scrunched up trying to power through the facefucking, but it was obvious from his tone that Zeke was wearing a shit-eating grin while he teased my latest abuser.

“Fuck you, dude… I’m being nice…” Carl shot back.

Not to me, that was for sure.

Thankfully, he was at least telling the truth about finishing quickly.

He might’ve been rutting too roughly against my lips for me to be able to really keep track of what was happening around me - and even if he didn’t, there was no way I’d have been able to pay attention with the tip of his beefy prick punching in and out of my throat every time he thrust into my mouth - but he was already groaning and twitching like he was ready to pop by the time the next round hit the character select, and less than a minute after the announcer shouted out ‘FIGHT!’ to kick the round off-

“Ngh…!” Carl jackhammered into my face, splattering my drool all over his pants as his balls smacked against my chin before finally shoving me all the way down to the base, practically smothering me between his legs as his cock pulsed and unloaded down my esophagus. “That’s it, take it, slut…!”

I just gurgled in response, eyes watering while I braced myself against the boy’s thighs, trying to ride out his ungodly violent pace. How were these kids so fucking lively?!

Carl held his breath for a few seconds more as his prick pulsed and twitched against my tonsils - as if he was the one choking down another guy’s nut against his will - but eventually he started to soften, and the coarse little cunt purred with pleasure before shoving me away and sending me sprawling across the floor with such little care that it bordered on disdain.

“Alright, I’m satisfied.” He said, stretching cheerfully while I retched and coughed on the ground before flopping back onto the couch and scratching his balls. “Who’s next?”

I grunted, blinking away tears before looking up at the screen to find the answer - right as Isaac had Raiden punch Malcolm’s Liu Kang into a pit of spikes.

“Seems like it’s me.” Isaac smiled, already standing up inserting himself onto the couch in front of me while his opponent mourned the loss - and the chance to slip his dick between a warm pair of lips, which he lost along with the game.

“Cheer up, man.” His brother consoled him. “You get the whore’s throat next. Guaranteed.”

I huffed, more than a little miffed at how quick my own brother was to trade sex with me like a simple favor, and shook my head as I turned to my newest partner.

“Let’s get this over with, then.” I rasped, voice low and rough from the back-to-back oral abuse I was just put through, before shuffling between the kid’s legs on hands-and-knees and letting my jaw fall open.

Isaac smiled and put his hand on my head in response - but rather than slam me down like Carl did, he wrapped his other hand around the base of his shaft and gently pushed me lower, guiding my head down toward his hard-on before slipping himself between my lips with a low, lusty sigh.

“Don’t worry, fucktoy.” Even the ‘nicest’ boy here insisted on calling me names… “I’m more interested in your tongue than your throat, so if you play nice and lick my dick like you love it, I’m happy letting you go at your own pace. Deal?”

I shot a sour look up at the arrogant little ass for asking me to demean myself even further than I already was… but with my mouth already wrapped around his shaft and very few other friends around, the deal could have been much worse for me - so I let him know I agreed by snaking my tongue out and plastering it against his heavy nuts, hefting them on the tip of my tongue before tracing his cumvein as I dragged it back behind my teeth.

Isaac seemed to like that a lot, judging by the way he threw his head back and hissed. “Juuust like that…” He growled.

Easy enough…

I bobbed my head slowly, taking advantage of the fact my latest owner was more ‘hands-off’ than the others, and showing my gratitude by clumsily swirling my tongue around the head and licking the shaft like a dog.

Sure, using my tongue so much meant it ended up getting even sloppier than the last two… Drool caked the entire lower half of my face and ran down my jaw in thick, messy globs before the first minute was even up thanks to all the nuzzling and slurping, which wasn’t doing anything for my self-respect - but I got away with only holding a couple of inches of boymeat in my mouth instead of getting a whole cock stuffed past my lips, in exchange.

It was a good trade, in my opinion!

Hell… between being in control and listening to just how noisy this one got, I actually got a little carried away and ended up throwing in a few extra flourishes I picked up from the nastier videos I’d seen - grinding the shaft against my cheek while I pressed kisses against Isaac’s crotch, tucking my nose into his nutsack while I licked and sucked on his balls, and more - all to earn a few more moans and some extra praise.

I told myself it was just to motivate Isaac to stay nice about this, but… well, if you saw how hard I was, it’d be hard to deny that I had a bit of fun with it despite the fact I was being blackmailed into doing it.

Why make it any harder on myself, right?

Right?

“A-almost there…” A shudder ran through Isaac’s entire body as I buried another inch of his dickmeat into my mouth. I appreciated the warning, and since it wasn’t so bad when I was the one at the wheel, I decided to give the little guy a bit of a reward for being a gentleman, unlike my brother and the rest of his friends.

Slurping up the thick coat of saliva and precum I had smothered his cock with before gulping it down, I looked up and met Isaac’s eyes with a half-lidded look before letting myself sink down his shaft, slowly feeding more and more of his prick past my lips until the tip bumped against my throat and I winced, gagging slightly.

He hissed at that, expression melting into a shaky grimace that told me he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer-

So it surprised me when he put his hand on my head and pushed me off, forcing me to give up almost every inch of dick I was suckling on until I had my lips puckered around nothing but the tip, like I was planting a kiss on it.

I looked up at the kid in confusion and, without thinking, flicked my tongue against his cumslit, like I was asking him if I did something wrong.

Mortifying to think I did that without having to be told to…

It turned out to be the right move for Isaac, at least. A boyish little groan escaped his throat as he jerked his hips forward, and his prick planted itself square against my tongue - pinning it to the floor of my mouth - before painting it with rope after slimy, sticky rope of pent-up boy-batter.

I scrunched my face up as soon as it hit my tastebuds. I expected Isaac to cum down my throat like Carl and Kevin - instead, he was soaking my tongue in his jizz, and the salty-sweet, slightly bitter flavor of middle-schooler nut had me grimacing and fighting desperately not to jerk my head away.

Even worse, I couldn’t spit it out with his hard-on still plugging my mouth up, and the longer it sat on my tastebuds, the worse it got - to the point I could feel my gag reflex starting to kick in.

For his part, Isaac didn’t seem to notice - or even care, really. Laying back and breathing as hard as he was while he pushed and pulled my head along to clean the tip of his cock, it seemed like I sucked all the energy out of him along with his baby batter, and when he pulled his prick free of my lips with a soft, wet ‘POP!’ and ruffled my hair, I almost thought he’d be happy to let me off there.

When I tried to turn away so I could hawk up the bittersweet glob of baby batter soaking into my tongue, though…

“Where do you think you’re going?” Isaac grabbed me by the chin, jerking me back to face him and making me pucker my lips by digging his fingers into my cheeks. “I didn’t cum in your mouth just so you could spit it out - swallow it!” He ordered.

I made a face, unpleasantly surprised by the change in how the one nice boy treated me. “But you said I could-” I began, only for Isaac to shake his head.

“I said you could go at your own pace, not that I was giving you control.” He pointed out - then his eyes narrowed and his soft, spitsoaked dick jumped slightly as an idea occurred to him, and he leaned forward to get a better look at my expression before continuing. “Besides… you seemed to really like the taste of my dick - why not my cum, too…?” He asked in a soft voice.

“But-”

“Shush. Enjoy, faggot.” He cut me off, smirking slightly while tilting my head back. The creamy load still sitting in my mouth started to ooze down the back of my throat almost instantly, and I choked noisily as the sticky, bittersweet cream I was holding in my mouth crawled down into my windpipe.

Without any other option on offer, I did the only thing I could think of to try and wash the nasty slime out of my mouth - I shut my eyes tight and swallowed, forcing myself to drink the disgusting goo and keep it down before I made an even bigger mess of myself - and potentially pissed the boys off enough that they got me kicked out or forced me to repeat the experience.

“Good whore…” Isaace grinned, taking a moment to run his thumb along my lips and poke the tip into my mouth, pressing it down into my tongue. “Did you like it? Beause you’re gonna do that for me again, sometime.” He continued, cooing at me affectionately.

It didn’t sound like a promise so much as a foregone conclusion.

I pulled my head out of his hands and scowled, a little sore over being fooled into thinking he’d be any nicer to me than the rest of Kevin’s friends - and angry that I felt anything about it to begin with! These damn brats were jerking me around way too much, and I pitied whoever ended up getting involved with them when they were older.

Then it occurred to me that the little bastards might stick to just bullying me if I didn’t snatch their blackmail material away, and I had to take a moment to shake the unpleasant little what-if out of my thoughts.

‘Lucky’ me, I started paying attention again right as Kevin’s team was starting to get antsy; watching Isaac ‘persuading’ me into gulping his load down apparently did something for more than one of Kevin’s friends, and more than couple of the boys were already eyeing me up as they palmed their cocks, thinking about going for round two…

It shouldn’t have surprised me that Kevin was the first to step up. His meaty prick was already pointing straight at me as he stood up, hard as fucking diamond. Must’ve been the thought of bruising my tonsils again, going by how excited he looked…

“Hey, Kev! Wait!” His friend Malcolm spoke up the moment he left his seat, hopping after him and trying to cut him off before he got to me. I’d have been grateful for the save, if I didn’t know why it happened. “I thought it was my turn? Everyone got to try him out but me!”

Kevin snorted, and for a second I argued with myself about whether or not to try and cut into the conversation, too - actively asking to suck Malcolm off would definitely get me called a faggot, and probably spark a few jokes about being hungry for ‘BBC’ besides… but if I had to pick between him and the still-developing monster between my brother’s legs, it was a no-brainer.

Right before I had worked up to courage to pipe in with my opinion though, Kevin laughed.

“No worries, man. His mouth’s yours.” He said, giving the other boy a reassuring pat on the shoulder as his gaze slipped away and landed on me, the look in his eye turning sharp and far too predatory for a child his age. “I think I want something else from my big brother…”

My eyes widened and I shivered, animal fear making me clench as I realized what he was suggesting.

“Feel like sharing?” Kevin asked.

Malcolm followed where my brother was looking, and it took him a second, but when he figured it out, he looked almost as surprised as i did - though I wished he looked a little less excited about the prospect. “You mean…?”

“Uh-huh.”

Nervous, overexcited energy took over the boy, and he scrambled over to everyone else on the couch, shooing them off and clearing space on the cushions for what was coming.

Meanwhile, my brother stopped in front of me, feet apart, hands on his hips, and dick throbbing angrily barely an inch away from my face.

“Time for the main event, whore.” My brother murmured, looking down at me with a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

I grimaced and looked away, glancing between him and his friends, and then the shelf I stashed my weed in, and then toward the door…

When I looked back, my brother just shook his head silently. “Not a good idea.” He warned. I didn’t need to ask him what he meant, how he knew what was going through my mind, or what would happen if I tried anyway.

So, head bowed, I just got on my hands and knees and crawled after him, following him as he turned on his heel and led me to the couch - where Miles and Zeke scooped me up under the arms and laid me across the seats, and Carl and Isaac grabbed my legs by the knees and pulled them up and apart, so Kevin could scoot in close and drape his thick, hairless battering-ram cock across my crotch.

“Someone’s excited.” He snickered, grabbing the shaft around the base and tapping it against my hard-on, letting me feel just how weighty his prick was and making my face redden in embarrassment - and, just maybe, a little bit of excitement, too.

Part of me wondered if it was the chance of finally losing his virginity that had him so impatient, or if he was just that ready to humiliate me and break his big brother’s butt on his dick…

Either way, I didn’t have time to ask; right as Kevin spat onto my asshole and started pushing his fingers into my butt, someone jerked my head back and pulled him out of sight. The very next second, I couldn’t see anything - Malcolm had me sandwiched between his knees and let his legs fold out from under him, planting his crotch against my face and smothering me against his cock and balls as he giggled and rolled his hips.

I swear, he wasn’t even trying to get a blowjob out of me; he just wanted to teabag me! And with my head trapped between his knees, there was nothing I could do about it but squirm and try to hold my breath.

Then my brother plunged a second finger into my ass and scissored them apart, spreading my pucker open before letting me squeeze shut around his fingers again. I cried out from the pain - and then made a muted little choking noise, back arching instinctively as Malcolm took the opportunity to hilt himself straight down my gullet.

“He’s so tight…” Kevin sounded amazed, but all I could focus on was the feeling of his fingers pumping knuckle-deep into my ass, curling against my prostate and making my cock jump with unwanted pleasure.

Malcolm groaned. “Yeah…” The sound would’ve almost been cute if he wasn’t humping my face like a jackrabbit, making me retch over and over around his shaft while the spit and throatslime he churned up battering against the back of my throat splattered all over his balls - and then all across my already sticky, jizz-plastered face. “No wonder Carl came so fast…!”

“Hey! I was being nice!”

The other boys just laughed, like this was any other game they could play together and banter over.

Malcolm grunted and slammed himself home, making my throat bulge while his balls smacked into my nose and forced me to shut my eyes. My hands moved up and grabbed the boy by the hips out of instinct - maybe trying to slow him down, or maybe just holding onto something as my lungs started to ache and the dull, steady pain of having something exploring a hole nobody had ever touched before.

I knew I agreed to doing this, and that I didn’t really have a choice in the matter, but I was starting to realize that Kevin and his friends might have wanted more from me than I could actually give…

Either way, they were taking it.

My brother pressed his palm flat against me, digging his fingers knuckle-deep into my guts before letting them curl and rubbing his fingertips against my prostate, and a low, embarrassingly slutty-sounding moan rolled out of my throat around Malcolm’s cock in response. My hips lifted, trying to pull away from the warm, unfamiliar feeling pulsing through my belly, but someone just pulled me back down - earning a breathless whimper from me when Kevin punished me for it by pressing down and flattening my prostate under his fingers.

He was too young to know what he was doing, I was sure of that - so the reason he knew where to hit me was probably because of the way my cock pulsed and my hips tried to pull together every time he touched me there…

“Buttslut…” Kevin chuckled, stroking my weakspot and watching my back arch from the pleasure before finally drawing his fingers out of my thoroughly-abused hole. “Let’s see how much you like this…”

He hooked his thumbs into my pucker, and my ass fluttered around nothing as a glob of warm, sticky spit splattered into it. I didn’t give much more of a reaction - Malcolm had me too busy wagging my tongue and trying not to suffocate while he treated my throat like his own personal fleshlight.

And then something hot, hard, and thick kissed my asshole, and my eyes shot wide open.

“Mm-mmph…!” I tried to shake my head - to push Malcolm off long enough to speak up and tell the boys I needed more prep, or at least to go slow and give me time to adjust - but the hyperactive little sadist rutting against my mouth and wiping his ballsweat off on my nose just grabbed my wrists and pinned them to my chest as he bottomed out and made me kiss the base of his cock. “Mm-glck…!”

Kevin pushed in, grunting with the effort of forcing my virgin ass to open up and swallow its very first dick. It wasn’t easy - especially not with one as thick as his trying to pop my cherry - but with his friends holding my legs apart, Malcolm sitting on my face and keeping me pinned for him, and my brother’s stupid strong grip on me? It wasn’t long before the blunt, brutal tip of his buttbreaker started slowly prying my pucker open and sinking in between my cheeks…

Kids like my brother and his friends weren’t patient, though; as soon as my backdoor was cinched tight around the tip of his cock, I felt Kevin put his hands on my hips and dig in, tight enough to turn his knuckles white-

And then he slammed into me, burying his thick kiddie prick balls-deep in my ass and jerking me forward, mashing me straight into Malcolm and forcing me to throat him just as I tried to scream.

“Fuck!” Kevin roared at the top of his lungs as his friends cheered and I thrashed under him like a fish on a hook, my body desperately trying to force him out - and failing miserably, doing nothing but making raping my ass feel even more addictive as it gripped his cock like a custom-fit fleshlight and squeezed.

No way a little kid like my brother could resist; brats like him got hooked on sugar and the internet, so how much worse would it be once he found something that felt better than jacking off?

The second Kevin realized how good it felt to wrap a tight, hot hole around his cock, it was over for me.

He drew his hips back without giving me even a second to adjust, emptying my guts and leaving me aching inside before punching home again, smacking his balls against my ass and sending a full-body shudder rolling through my frame as he flattened my prostate under his cock. Doubling over me and wrapping his arms around my midriff to hold me steady, he pulled back and did it again, pounding into me so hard the couch creaked underneath us.

And then again, and again…

My toes curled as he sped up, faster and faster, until he was pistoning in and out of my guts like a horny little machine, almost scooting the couch across the floor with how hard he was bucking into me-

And all I could do was lay back and take it.

Every selfish, fuckhungry thrust from the two brutal boys gouging my holes out with their cocks… and every drop of pain and pleasure that getting my P-spot smashed in sent racing up into my scrambled brains.

I shivered, swallowing hard as Malcolm’s prick pushed against my tongue. It still hurt, but… after getting a little more used to it? It was starting to feel really warm, too - and with every thrust and push that scraped against my walls, or glanced off my prostate? It sent waves of a heat that made my dick strain for attention rolling through my whole body.

It scared me a little, knowing that pain wasn’t the only thing making my voice come out anymore…

“Tight… fucking… whore…!” Kevin hissed against my skin, eyes screwed shut and gritting his teeth with the effort to keep himself from cumming - not that it slowed him down any. He still jackhammered his hips against my upturned ass, picking up the pace and churning my insides up with his dick now that my backdoor couldn’t offer up any real resistance, hugging me tight and bracing himself against me so I couldn’t slip away while he spitroast his older brother into submission with his friends. “If I knew about your little secret, I would’ve bent you over and raped you like this years ago…! You were always a big enough pussy that I could’ve, after all…”

Then Kevin pressed his mouth against me, and I squealed around the fat, throbbing cock swabbing my throat as my little brother bit me - almost hard enough to break the skin, and more than enough to leave an unmistakeable mark on my skin.

“Maybe we should take some photos of you once we’re done tonight… just in case you get rid of your dirty little secret before we ever want to do this again…” He mused, voice soft and husky and that special, sadistic kind of playful my body had learned to shiver for.

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, faggot…?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and choked back a moan, right as my brother’s cock punched into my P-spot.

I tried not to respond and just ride it out; to let the boys work themselves up with fantasies until they finally came, or ran out of energy from riding my ass into the ground all night… I really did!

But…

I couldn’t help it.

My brother and his friends had spent all night breaking me down. Humiliating me. Proving I wasn’t a real man, laughing at me for ever thinking I was, and beating that lie out of my head every time they forced their cocks down my throat or painted my face with their cum.

They turned me into a faggot. Into their bitch.

And now my brother was talking about making it permanent, battering my cumbutton with his cock and making fireworks burst in my belly and my brains while he did.

How could a bitch resist?

My back arched and a high, pathetic little squeal of pleasure echoed in my chest as I came harder than I ever did in my life. The modest prick all these boys easily outclassed bounced and jerked between my legs, emptying itself all over my belly as my toes curled and my body shook, and I practically went cross-eyed while my body went haywire, my ass and throat convulsing around the hard, hot boycocks stretching them out like I was trying to milk them for every drop of jizz they’d give me.

Like I was the purposebuilt fucktoy these boys wanted from the beginning.

“Hey, look!” One of the boys laughed. “The bitch came!”

“I told you he’d be a buttslut! All faggots are!”

“If he wasn’t gay before…” Someone reached down and spanked my ass, hard enough to make my hips buck before my brother slammed me back down. “He certainly is now! Congratulations, fag!”

The boys cackled, everyone piping in with their own jokes to tease and bully their newly-minted bitch. I just blushed a deep, shame-filled red - but I wasn’t about to correct them. Not like I could, when every insult they threw at me just made my cock a little more lively…

And for my reward…

Kevin grit his teeth and grunted, breathless and twitching powerfully as he hugged me tight and buried his dick as deep as it’d go in my guts, just sawing back and forth while he fought to keep from cumming too soon and having to take a break from putting his older brother in his place. Having him hold me so close also squished my dick between us, and another happy shiver ran through me from the friction of accidentally grinding against my brother

On the other side of the couch, Malcolm moaned and let go of my hands so he could wrap his around my neck, and I gurgled quietly as he squeezed my throat tight around his cock and started jerking himself off with it, frantically fucking my mouth while my tongue wagged and licked at him before finally burying my nose in his balls and unloading, sighing in relief when his heavy nuts were finally getting emptied down my greedy, slutty gullet…

“Fuck, that was good.” He huffed, wiping the sweat off his brow when he finally sat back, drawing his dick out past my lips with a nasty, vulgar slurp and finally getting off of my face.

I coughed, retching weakly as I cleared my throat - but right as I was about to crack my eyes open after so long trapped between a horny little black boy’s legs, I felt someone scoop up a palmful of cum from my belly before smacking it into my face, smearing it over my eyes and nose and into my hair.

“That’s for making a mess, whore!” Carl scoffed.

I just groaned in response, too drained - and too broken - to do more than just lay there and let my brother keep pounding my backdoor after having all my self-respect wrung out with my cum…

And then, when I felt someone else’s weight settle on the cushions by my head?

I opened up wide and relaxed my throat, letting them slide their dick balls-deep in-between my lips, where they taught me it belonged.

I didn’t even find out which boy it was.

***

They didn’t let me up until everyone had another turn with me.

Every time someone was finished, no matter if they wanted to paint my insides white or jerk off over me and dump their load all over my belly to make sure I knew my place, someone was right behind them to make sure my holes didn’t stay empty for long.

And when they started getting bored of spitroasting me and watching my poor, neglected dick bounce around while they fucked my ass? They had me lick them all clean - balls to tip, with my hands behind my back, nuzzling up between their legs like a pet begging for a treat.

Eventually, they made such a big mess that they didn’t even wanna share the couch with me; some of the boys wanted to keep playing after they finished brutalizing my holes, and they didn’t want me dripping cum where they were going to sit, so they moved me to the floor - not that they didn’t decide to keep molesting me down there, anyway.

They even had me lay on my back so they could all teabag me, dropping their balls on my face and making me lick and slurp up at whatever touched my lips while their drying cum was still cobwebbed over my eyes…

And they still wanted to push it - me - further.

“That’s enough.” Carl grunted tersely, sitting up off my face and letting me suck in another breath after what felt like minutes smothering me between his legs - then he grabbed my arm and nearly pulled my shoulder out of its socket yanking me up onto my knees. “And wipe that mess off your face, cunt. We want you to see this.”

I mumbled a complaint about the taste still lingering on my tongue, but I still nodded, grateful just to have a moment where I wasn’t doing the work.

Someone tossed a wadded-up rag into my chest, and I used it to wipe my face mostly clean, at least enough to be able to see again-

And the boys roared laughing.

I blinked, confused. Still squinting from what was left gunking up my eyes, I dabbed the cloth at my eyes to clear them up while I looked around for whatever the boys found so funny - until I realized that the rag they gave me to clean their cum up was my shirt, and that so much of the stuff had soaked into the fabric that it was basically ruined, or at least unmistakeable for anything other than a cumrag.

“Hope you wear that again next time!” Zeke jeered, tone smug but surprisingly… breathless. That was a little surprising, considering everyone who wasn’t grinding against my lips seemed more interested in playing more video games than anything else... “Now look over here!”

I sighed and my shoulders slumped after the trick they played on me, but I still obeyed-

Before flinching back when a hot, sticky rope of cum splattered across my face, nearly catching me in the eye.

“Fuck…” Miles grunted before sighing in pleasure and chuckling. I raise a hand to try and stop the next load from hitting me, but someone shoves my arm back down, and I grimace as I feel a rope land in my hair before crawling down onto my face. “Dumb slut… can’t believe he ever thought of himself as your big brother, man. Good at taking loads, at least.”

“I know, right?” Another gob of jizz hit my cheek and I turned away, only for someone else to paint my face white from the other side and make me pull back. There was just no getting away from them…!

“That gives me an idea, though… everybody slow down for a sec!”

The soft, slick sound of the boys jerking off in front of me stopped, and I felt a pair of hands grab my wrists, tugging my arms up before making me cup my hands under my chin, face tilted up and leaning forward - to make certain I ended up catching as much cum as possible, most likely…

“Stay like that.” Kevin ordered. I mumbled something back in response, mouth closed to keep the boys’ jizz from dripping in past my lips. “Alright, he’s ready!”

Barely a second later, all I could hear over the sound of the Xbox was grunting, hissing, and a bunch of little hands frantically pumping half a dozen not-so-little cocks, milking them for every drop of cum they had and aiming it all at me.

I flinched a little bit for the next one. Someone came straight up to me and rubbed it out right on my forehead, letting it drip down into my eyes - thankfully while they were closed - before beating his dick against my cheeks with a sadistic laugh. Someone else aimed for my nose, and I nearly sneezed when he hit the mark. Someone else went for my lips, and I puckered up while the boys laughed at the creamy, off-white ‘lipstick’ they painted on for me…

On and on, covering my face and my hair in fresh, stinking loads while old ones slowly drooled out of my poor, fucked-raw hole and pooled under my ass - and the smell made my insides tighten around nothing while my dick slowly twitched back to life, until it was rock-hard and bobbing in time with the boys’ cum landing against my skin…

By the time they were done, my hands were overflowing with the stuff, and every breath I took was heavy with the stink of sex. No way only six loads were enough to do this - the little shits must’ve jerked themselves off until their balls were bone-dry to do this to me!

And even worse…

“Don’t think we didn’t notice this, fag.” Kevin’s voice was a playful sing-song as he pinned my dick against my belly with his foot. I grit my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut, my whole body going stiff and shivering a little as my little brother roughly ground my prick under the ball of his foot. “We were just having a little more fun with you, but if you got that excited getting covered in other guys’ cum…”

The boys giggled, and I mewled plaintively as Kevin pulled his foot away, leaving my cock twitching and needy for more.

“Go on and jerk off. You can even rub all the jizz we dumped in your hands onto your cock - nothing a perverted fairy like you would love more, I’m sure!” Kevin grinned. “Aren’t I nice?”

He chuckled, watching me squirm with a delighted gleam in his eyes while I looked down at the warm, gooey nutslop pooled in my hands. Bad enough that I came from being bullied earlier, but now I had to do it lathering my dick up in other guys’ baby batter…?

I shivered, thrilled by the humiliation being dumped on me and hating every moment of it - but I obeyed anyway.

Closing my eyes, I sighed softly through my nose as I slid my prick into my hand - and I bit my lip to keep from moaning as my shaft pushed into the sticky webs of jizz clinging to my palm. Every twitch of my wrist made a thick, squishy, filthy-sounding sucking noise, and my cheeks turned bright red as the boys laughed at the sound, making my hard-on throb even more excitedly.

God, I didn’t know what I did to deserve this…

Breathing harder, I picked up the pace, shaking like a leaf on my knees as I jerked off quickly enough to splatter the boys’ cum against my crotch, dripping it onto the floor and splashing a little onto my belly as my other hand slipped lower to massage my balls. Someone clapped, cheering on the show I was putting on, but I couldn’t even bring myself to look - it took everything I had to just keep from cumming on the spot.

Hands working furiously between my spread legs, I was sweating and nearly doubled over, practically tearing up as I mewled and moaned from the pleasure and the shame.

I was barely holding on, just mindlessly masturbating in front of my little brother and his friends, chasing the high I hit just a couple hours earlier, when…

When I came from getting assfucked.

I was so distracted that I didn’t notice Kevin had snuck behind me until he crouched, resting his chin on my shoulder while he cupped a feel of my butt, making me jerk upright out of shock.

“Don’t panic, Ryan…” He cooed, squeezing my asscheek slowly. Possessively. His fingers drifted toward my sore, broken hole, and I squeaked when they brushed the very edge of my pucker. “It looked like using your sad little dick wasn’t enough, so I thought I’d give you a little push.”

I stiffened and sucked in a breath, but I never got to let it out; the moment the last word left Kevin’s lips, he hooked three of his fingers into my hole and hilted them in my ass, smashing my prostate flat.

“A-aah…!” My eyes bugged out and my mouth opened in a quiet, desperate scream. My whole body shuddered, and a cracked little whimper sounded off in the back of my throat as I arched my back and my asshole clamped down around my brother like a velvet visegrip, practically sucking him deeper into my guts while my cock went crazy, twitching and throbbing violently as it spat out all the cum left in my balls and left it to mingle with the growing puddle of boyjizz seeping out of my hands.

Then my brother pulled his hand away and the boys howled and clapped in approval while I sagged forward, just barely able to keep myself from slumping into the gooey puddle under me.

“Fuck yeah!” Someone cheered.

Someone else laughed, and a hand tousled my gummed-up hair, smearing the cum cobwebbing it and gluing it together even further. “Awesome. Let’s go again!”

“I want him to suck my balls clean next!” A third voice said.

I didn’t even raise my head to see who said what. It was all the same to me.

I didn’t think it could get any worse…

Then the door opened, and suddenly all the boys went silent.

“Whay is going on here?”

My blood froze, and I frantically sat up to see who spoke, hoping I was wrong-

And saw Mom standing in the doorway, hands on her hips and Dad in the hall behind her.

“I can explain!” I bolted to my feet- or at least I tried. My knees buckled as soon as I tried to put my feet under me, and I wobbled before stumbling back to the floor and just looking up at our mother as she stepped into the room, shaking her head in disappointment while the boys moved back to give her space and Dad followed her in.

“I’m sure you can, Ryan, but I’m not interested in your excuses tonight. I can’t tell you how disappointed your father and I are in you.” I grimaced and looked away, shoulders slumping the more she spoke. I was forced into it, sure, but even I knew what the situation looked like - Kevin and his friends were only kids, and I was the older brother - so I couldn’t blame her for the reaction…

Mom sighed through her nose and turned toward the boys, looking each one over as they fidgeted and stared at the floor between their feet, too ashamed to even put their dicks away.

She stopped in front of Kevin, and despite everything he put me through, I actually felt bad for my little brother when I saw him shrink under our mom’s undivided attention. “How did this happen?”

Kevin coughed and cleared his throat. “Well, we just…” He mumbled the rest under his breath.

“Kevin.” Mom warned, then she paused before continuing in a softer, gentler tone. “Speak clearly, honey. I just want the truth.”

My little brother shrugged awkwardly. “Me and my friends found out Ryan was doing drugs, so we thought we’d teach him a lesson and get him to throw it away before you got home.” He turned on his heel and pointed to the shelf I had my weed stashed away in. “It’s in there, sorry we didn’t tell you.”

Mom stiffened slightly, glancing over toward my hidden stash, and I felt my heart skip a beat at the flash of pure, undiluted anger that appeared across her face - but when Kevin looked back at her, she was calm again, and she gave him a stiff little nod like she suspected the answer from the beginning.

“You should have told your father and I...” She finally murmured in a stiff, barely restrained voice so icy that both thought we’d end up homeless in the next few minutes…! “But I suppose your heart was in the right place.” 

Turning back toward me, Mom shot me the coldest, most disappointed look I’d ever gotten and shook her head again - before doting a little longer on my pint-sized rapist.

“I’ll handle it from here.” She said. “You’re going to lose your video game privileges because you kept this a secret from us, but since I know you just wanted to look out for your big brother, I’ll cut the time down from two weeks to just one. Sound fair?”

Kevin nodded and threw in a sniffle to give the performance a little extra oomph.

Across the room, my eyes widened in shock as I watched this go on. It felt like the world had stopped spinning - my parents just walked in on me being raped and abused by my little brother and his friends, and not only were they treating it as just a kid misbehaving, they were letting him throw me under the bus and making it my fault…!

“Mom, that’s some kind of bad joke, right?” I tripped over my words with how quickly they came tumbling out of my mouth, but I pressed on without daring to slow down in case Kevin tried to dig my grave deeper. “Look at them- look at me! You can’t seriously think I was-”

“Responsible?” Mom cut me off, giving me a meaningful look. “No, I don’t think that, Ryan. I don’t think you were responsible at all.”

My mouth opened and shut at that - but even though I was going a mile a minute thinking of what to say in my defense, I just sat there gawping at my mother like an idiot, trying to puzzle out how she could possibly blame me when I was the victim.

Mom seemed to understand that I was having trouble wrapping my head around the situation at least, because even though she looked like she was fighting the urge to roll her eyes at me, she at least decided to explain why I was at fault for once…

“We wanted you to prove you could be responsible, Ryan, and you failed. Terribly.” She said. There wasn’t any anger behind it - or any emotion at all, really. Just a blunt, apathetic monotone born from consistent disappointment… “All we needed you to do was make sure a few preteens behaved themselves, had something to eat, and went to bed on time, and you couldn’t even do that.”

“Even worse…” Her nose wrinkled, and a hot flash of annoyance sparked across Mom’s face before she smothered it again. “This is how we find out you’ve been sneaking drugs behind our backs. You couldn’t leave it well enough alone - or even just be honest with us! No, you had to leave it until your little brother had to force it out of you.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled in frustration, like I wasn’t the victim here - like it was my fault my kid brother and his friends gangbanged me and treated me like their personal cum-dumpster…!

“I’ve had it with you, Ryan…” She hissed, quiet and venomous. I shrank a little at that, and the realization of just how close I was, exactly, to getting booted out started to set in.

“Sorry…” I muttered.

Dad shot me an unimpressed glance. Mom didn’t even look at me…

But when she spoke again…

“But…” She exchanged an uncertain look with Dad. I didn’t understand why at first, but then I felt my blood freeze when they both turned to Kevin and Mom spoke again. “Since Kevin seems to think you can still straighten up with a little bit of guidance…”

“You’re sure you can keep him in line, Sport?” Dad asked him. “He’ll be a bit more responsibility than a dog, you know.”

The entire room went quiet.

Kevin and his friends and I couldn’t believe what we were all hearing, but for wildly different reasons; they looked at each other like Christmas was coming early.

As for me, I felt like my parents were telling me they were selling me into slavery.

I guess they basically were, except my brother was getting me for free.

“You gotta say yes, bro…!” Malcolm whispered. “No way I can go back to jacking off after this…!”

“I can, I promise!” Kevin nodded eagerly. “You won’t have any more problems with him, I’ll take care of everything!”

“Then it’s settled.” Mom sighed, and her shoulders sagged like it was a relief to know at least one of her kids could be trusted not to make a mess of things the moment she turned her back. “Ryan, you listen to your little brother from now on. If you don’t want to take control of your life, then you’ll let Kevin.”

That little bastard’s face lit up when she said that. I felt my heart skip a beat and my cheeks flush hotly as he came over and put a hand on my shoulder, stroking his already-stiff dick in the other and wagging it right in my face.

Where did he find all this energy…?

“Is it okay if we dress him up, too?” He asked. “We had fun, but it’s kind of gay to fuck him-”

“Language.” Dad reminded him, and he winced.

“Sorry. It’s kind of gay to use a sex toy that looks so much like a boy.”

Mom raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips as she realized what Kevin was trying to say, and she barked out a laugh. “Well, Ryan’s your responsibility now; why not?” She said, looking me up and down. “She would make a handsome sort of girl, now that you mention it… I’ll get your sister waxed tomorrow, and you can start training her however you like.”

Terror flashed across my face. If ‘training’ was going to start while Kevin wasn’t allowed to use the Xbox…!

My sore, rubbed-raw hole twitched, squeezing down around nothing and making me flinch from the pain, even while I pictured my future as a twelve year-old’s toy.

I’d have said the reaction was just because I was dreading being bent over and treated like a cheap fleshlight again, but the way my dick was starting to get hard made that lie too obvious…

Then Dad cleared his throat, and I realized he’d been looking at me and sizing me up like I was some kind of project car - something he could tweak and tune up while bonding with his real son…

“Maybe I’ll bring her to the gym, too. Get her started on some cardio and squats to make that sissy’s butt pop.” He muttered thoughtfully. The corner of his mouth tugged up into a thoughtful smile, and then a wolfish grin. “It’ll be the first time she’s ever committed to some exercise, if she knows what’s good for her.”

I winced at the name - a reminder that my parents were effectively disowning me as a son and giving me as a gift to my own brother - but Kevin just furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, even as he continued touching himself, keeping his hard-on ready to go for when he could go back to using it on me.

“What’s a sissy?” He asked.

Dad chuckled and tousled his hair, before throwing me a look that made me blush as I looked away. “A sissy’s a girl that used to be a boy, bud.” He explained. “Usually, it’s what happens when someone takes a failed boy and puts ‘em to use draining better ones’ balls.”

He leaned in conspiratorially. “Damn good at it, too. Better than girls, if you ask me; you and your friends won’t be looking for any girlfriends for a long time.”

Kevin’s eyes widened in wonder, and then he laughed, face practically sparkling with delight and anticipation for the future at that, and dad beamed.

Meanwhile, Mom shook her head, and at first I let myself hope that she would at least stop them from going that far - that I’d get to keep a few scraps of dignity, even after they gave Kevin and his friends their blessing to fuck and toy with me as much as they wanted - but what she said next dashed any hope I had of being considered more than a brat’s bitch ever again.

“I always wanted a daughter I could spend some girl time with, but I never thought I’d have to trade a son in to get one…” She trailed off, then snorted and glanced toward me again with a rueful chuckle. “Well, why look a gift horse in the mouth? We might have given you a bad start by spoiling you so badly, Ryan, but with your little brother and his friends making sure you stay disciplined from now on, I’m sure you’ll be a darling little sissy girl in no time.”

Carl’s laughter behind me caught me by surprise and I flinched, gritting my teeth in pain and unwanted, shame-filled pleasure as he teased my asshole with his foot, my spent little prick jumping eagerly despite the shock.

“Hear that, bitch?” He asked, pinching one of my nipples and giving it a short, sharp tug that made me squirm. His hands were still clumsy, and part of him was still unfamiliar with what he was doing, but raping me all night seemed to do wonders for his confidence with sex. “Guess, you’re never gonna use that little weiner of yours, huh? I can’t wait until Kevin lets me fuck you again…”

“I’ll let you crack him first thing tomorrow, he’s mine tonight!” Kevin reasserted, pulling me closer so he could grind his crotch against my cheek and smear everyone’s cum even more thoroughly across my face. “Maybe I’ll even bring him to school - not like he has anything he has to do!”

“Ooh, ooh - let’s take him to the pool after your mom waxes him! I saved up my allowance - I can buy him a bikini, and we can make him wear it out!” Malcolm suggested excitedly.

His brother shot him a baffled look. “Are you nuts? No, everyone will think we’re fags like him if we bring him out in public.” He pointed out, stepping in front of me with his cock in his hand. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he held me tight and guided his cock toward my mouth, prodding at my lips until Dad noticed and forced me to open up and let him slide in, his dark, salty cock hardening on my tongue. “Let’s just fuck him here. Nobody normal takes their sex toys with ‘em out of the house!”

“Speak for yourself, man.” Now it was Kevin’s turn to interrupt, and for once he sounded peeved with his friends instead of me. “I’m gonna take every chance I can get to show my new buttslut off once my Mom ‘n Dad pretty him up - imagine the look on his face if one of his old buddies comes by and sees him with my dick in his mouth?”

They all cackled at the thought - not that they had to imagine hard, seeing how deeply I winced at the idea…

“Imagine getting blown at the beach with this little pussy in a bikini kneeling between your legs…” Zeke purred, looping a hand under my chin and making me shiver as his fingers trailed playfully along my jaw. I could already see his dick rising again out of the corner of my eye.

Dad nodded in approval, eyes twinkling indulgently before he glanced over at Mom, who just shrugged.

“You know,” He murmured thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “Your mother’s not too fond of the taste of-”

“They don’t need the whole story, darling.” Mom cut him off with a pointed expression. He just chuckled and raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay, let me cut to the chase.” He turned to Kevin and knelt so the two of them were eye-level before jerking his head toward me. “Mind if I borrow your sissy-sister’s mouth every now and then, kiddo? I’ll leave her butt for you, since I don’t want to break anything of yours, but…”

He winked, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Between you and me, I’ve been wanting to shut that mouthy little brat up with my cock for a long time, now.”

“Hell yeah!”

Kevin’s grin was nothing short of ear-to-ear hearing that, but Dad made sure I heard him too, and the despair-filled grimace that forced itself across my face at the thought of looking up at my own father, choking on his dick while he buried my nose in his crotch and stretched my throat out…

“Oh! one more thing-” Kevin stopped mid-conversation, as if he just remembered something important. “Ryan’s kind of too manly for a… a sissy, right? Can we rename him-”

He stopped and smacked his forehead, like he’d made a slip. “Her, sorry. I mean her. Can we rename her?”

Mom tapped her lips, cocking her hip as she looked me over. I must’ve looked pathetic; caked in drying cum, drenched in sweat from being fucked to exhaustion for hours now, and looking up at her with a helpless, pleading, desperate expression plastered across my face…

“How about Rachael?” She suggested. “It’s what we were planning to call her if she was born a proper girl.”

It stung a little, how quickly she had pivoted away from treating me like her son.

“Seems a little pretty…” Kevin replied, hesitating just a little.

Isaac raised his hand. “I like it. Easy to remember, rolls off the tongue.”

“Nerd.”

He rolled his eyes. “Doofus.” He spat back.

Kevin seemed convinced. “Alright, Rachael it is!”

“You got it, champ.” Dad clapped his hands together, grinning wolfishly. “I’ll get a collar with her new name on it ASAP, and let’s call her an early birthday present!”

I closed my eyes and clutched my arms, fighting back the sobbing little shudders wracking my frame while my little brother hashed out the details of my enslavement with our parents and rubbed my shoulder in anticipation.

And then…

“Hey… lookie here…” Dad’s tone took an odd, playful lilt, and the conversation died down only to be replaced by peals of cruel, teasing laughter as somebody pinched my dick and gave it a tug that made me yelp and twist my face up as pain and pleasure shocked my system. “The faggot’s hard!”

I tried to squirm away, but half a dozen hands grabbed me, holding me steady as a coarse hand roughly peeled my foreskin back and began jerking me off, my cock pinched between its owner’s thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t let her cum! We don’t want her getting used to using her dick!”

“Ha! Don’t worry, just getting a little teasing in before she forgets how it feels to be the ‘boy’ in a relationship!”

Mom scoffed at that. “You really trust her not to break the rules as a sissy when she couldn’t do it as our son? Lock that thing up!”

She turned her attention back to me, looking thoughtful. “I’ll pick one up while I’m getting her fitted for her new clothes, like that swimsuit the boys’re so excited for…” She stopped, and then made a disdainful little click with her tongue as her gaze fell between my legs, locking onto my dick. I nearly shut my legs without thinking, turning red as a tomato.  “A little one so we know it’s not too loose, and in pink so they know it’s not for a real boy- oh, and Kevin? You’ll be responsible for her key!”

The idea earned cheers from the whole room but me - and my heart sank even lower when I heard Kevin’s mischievous little giggle. “I’ll try not to lose it! Too quick, at least…”

I groaned from a mix of despair and unwanted arousal, and a shaky gasp rattled my shoulders as I squirmed in everyone’s grip-

All it earned me was a handful of dicks being pushed into my mouth and my hands and against my cheeks, rubbing into me as if to mark me for my new purpose.

“Welcome to your new lfe, sissy.” Kevin chuckled above me, trying the new word on for size and absolutely relishing how it tasted on his tongue. “Gonna looove having a fucktoy for a sister…”