His fingers become tangled in my hair as his dick starts to get hard in my mouth. Xavier wastes no time in thrusting his hips, forcing me to take more and more of his cock with each passion-filled movement.
The harder his dick continues to get, the more I find myself starting to gag, and when he’s fully erect, he begins to thrust without mercy. I put my hands on his hips to steady myself, but Xavier is locked in the throes of passion and he won’t let up until he’s had his fill.
“Oh, fuck, Amos,” he breathes as he thrusts one more time, filling my mouth with his hot, salty cum. But before I have a chance to swallow it like his dirty, little boy, he wraps a hand around my throat and forces me to my feet. “Don’t.”
Glancing past me at Colin, he snaps his fingers and holds his hand out. From the corner of my eye I see the small measuring cup being placed in the palm of his hand, before he gently places it against my lower lip.
“Spit it out,” he whispers. Xavier’s eyes are wild, his breathing erratic, and his breath is hot against my skin.
I use my tongue to roll the cum around the inside of my mouth before I part my lips and let the sticky fluid slowly slide out of my mouth and into the cup.
“Good boy,” he whispers in a thick tone as he uses the edge of the cup to wipe away the excess from my lip.
“Take this and hold onto it for me,” Xavier instructs Colin as he nods at him to take the cup. “And you,” he says, turning his attention back to me, “are going to let me help you break your toy in.”
I nod without hesitation. I don’t know what it is about being under his thumb that makes me so compliant, but I love every minute of it.
Xavier kicks off his jeans and briefs. I turn around to face Colin, who’s just standing there, holding the cupful of Xavier’s cum. Pulling my shirt over my head, I push him back, further and further, until he loses his footing and lands on the couch.
“Nice save,” I tell him with a grin as he holds the cup over his head. Taking it from him, I set it on the carpet next to me as I lower myself to my knees between his legs and tug his jeans off.
Xavier walks away for a moment, disappearing from my line of sight as I palm Colin’s cock and begin to stroke it. I nibble the head of his cock, catching some of the skin between my teeth and pulling gently, feeling my own cock throbbing at his small yelps of pain.
When Xavier returns, I hear the plastic cap of a bottle flick open, then the sound of a generous amount of liquid being squeezed out, before the cap snaps again.
I pull my mouth away from Colin’s dick and glance up at my brother who has a video game controller in his hand, and is lubing one of the bottom grips. He then moves to stand behind the couch and nods at me, handing me the controller and then gripping Colin’s legs, spreading them high and holding them in place with his elbows. Leaning down, he sticks his tongue out, and as I begin to finger Colin’s hole, I reach up to lick the sensual muscle with my own.
Colin’s groans fill my ears and his breathing starts to become labored. Xavier pulls away from me and gives me a wild-eyed look, telling me to fuck my toy with the game controller.
I pull my finger out of his hole, put my face between his spread legs, and begin to lick his entrance. I want the muscle to be relaxed enough for me to be able to slide it in gently before I run it ragged, but the sounds being elicited from him are making it hard to control myself.
I spit on his hole before I press the edge of the grip against it, pushing the hard plastic in without giving him a chance to prepare himself.
He saw it.
He knew it was coming.
Now it’s time to fucking play.
“How’s it feel inside of that pussy?” I ask him as I begin to roughly shove the grip in and out his hole.
Colin arches his back, his face turning crimson with pain and Xavier reaches a hand down to smack his cock. The action makes him let out a pained whimper, so he smacks his cock again until Colin reaches both hands up and grips my brother’s forearms, digging his fingers into his shirt.
“Start fucking back, little boy,” Xavier instructs him, before resting his lips on his forehead. “I want to see you fuck it back.”
I lick my lips hungrily as he starts to do as he’s told, struggling to fuck back while Xavier forces his elbows down onto his legs, pinning him in place.
I pull the grip out of his ass and quickly suck on the hard, slick plastic. I want to know if Colin’s ass tastes as addictive as his cock, and it does.
It does so fucking much.
Giving his ass a quick, violent slap, I shove the grip back into his red, bruised hole and start fucking him again, wanting nothing more than for him to cum from this. I want it to coat my hand and my mouth. I want to taste it and swallow it down, but he’s fighting it with everything he’s got because I think he’s enjoying this way too much to give up so easily.
Click.
I glance up at Xavier, a wide grin spreading over my lips when I see he has one of his favorite switchblades in his hand.
Open and ready to break skin.