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“I hate you,” Colt hisses from between clenched teeth when he can finally speak.  Anger rolls off him in white hot waves I can almost see as clearly as I can see the new set of bruises forming around his throat. I’d feel bad about the gift, except . . . he’s such a little shit.  Already, he’s asking for more the only way he knows how. I’ll give him all I’ve got, plus some. My gaze shifts to the clock. “I’ve still got plenty of time to fuck your throat, little brother. Be nice, or the next time I...

“On the table,” I order my little brother once he’s done catching his breath.  “Fuck you. You’ve had your fun. We’re done.” He springs to his feet and makes a beeline for the doorway. I catch his arm, jerk him back, then spin him around and slam him down onto the table. Thankfully, the table is made of old wood, sturdy enough to handle his weight. It doesn’t so much as creak. Colt hisses in pain and kicks out, heel slamming against my thigh as he screams in frustration. It doesn’t hurt, but he’ll have to pay for the attempt...

The harder Colt fights for freedom, the tighter I hold him, until he’s forced to stop fighting and focus on breathing.  His breath blows hot against my balls as his slender, flushed chest rocks with every shallow breath he takes. All the while, his mouth tightens and relaxes around my shaft, as if he’s trying to speak even with his mouth full. What could he possibly have to say? Is he really all that surprised that Dad isn’t shocked or concerned to find him naked and bruised, mouth full of his big brother’s cock? He’s not blind—or of below average...

It doesn’t matter if my little brother protests. He can scream until he’s breathless, beg until he’s blue in the face, and he’ll still be used however I see fit to use him. Or in this case, let someone else use him. I’m not big on sharing my toys, but I can make an exception in this case. If anyone deserves to enjoy Colt’s body the way I do, it’s the man that brought him into existence.  Dad runs his hand over Colt’s nutsack, testing the weight of them in his palm, before he finds his son’s still slick hole...

My cock is harder than it’s ever been.  Even though I don’t have any intention of coming anywhere other than in or on my little brother, to give myself a little relief, I wrap the fingers of my freehand around my shaft and start to stroke. I continue to jerk Colt’s leaking cock and watch Dad plow into his body. “You about to breed your baby boy, Dad? Make him leak your cum? Look at him. He wants it bad. Don’t you, slut?” “I’m gonna come.” Colt pants for breath as he continues to roll his hips, fucking into my...

My big brother takes the best care of me.  On days he fucks me like he hates me, after I’m bruised, sore and too tired to wash myself, he carries me to the bathroom, patiently cleans dried cum and silicone lube off my body, and applies aftercare cream to any particular hot spots. Like my throat. Or my ass when necessary. Then, he sets me up in our shared bed with water and soft snacks—things like soup, apple sauce, yogurt, and pudding.   For the next several days, while my body recovers from his brutal fucking, I’ll rest.  Even after I’m...