Revenge For Chris's Sister (Epilogue to "Another Level of Bromance") - Sex Stories

Revenge For Chris's Sister (Epilogue to "Another Level of Bromance")

... reverberated around the room. I slapped him hard enough to knock him sideways and, still tied to the chair, he fell to the ground, whimpering. “Yeah nigga,” I said, my voice rising. “Bet that shit hurt, didn’t it?” Next second, Cody was on him, punching every inch of Tyson he could reach. Tyson yelled in pain as Cody’s rings cut his skin. I’m telling you, Cody hits DAMN HARD for a little dude. “FUCKIN’ PUSSY ASS MOTHERFUCKER! YOU WANNA RAPE MY SISTER, YOU FUCKIN’ COWARD?! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP!” Next second, I joined him, along with Dad and Kareem, punching and kicking the hell out of Tyson, while Donna stood watching with grim satisfaction on her face. The room was filled with our swearing, Tyson’s yelling, and the sounds of knuckles against bare flesh for a few moments. Then we stopped. Tyson lay on the floor, quivering and sobbing, his face bloody, with small cuts in his chest and stomach from Cody’s rings. Then Dad knelt down beside his head. “Please Bill, I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I was drunk, I was high, I didn’t mean for it to go that far—” “Shhh,” said Dad softly. “Just be quiet right now, man.” He too was talking in a soft, almost serene voice, but the calmness was what had Tyson looking at him with dread. “I just wanna thank you for giving me a reason to finally beat the shit outta you,” he continued. “Now you know you deserve this pain, and I’m letting you know now that the real pain hasn’t even started yet. You’re gonna pay for what you did to Donna, and ...

... we’re gonna MAKE you sorry. You stole my little girl’s innocence, and now…” he paused and leaned in close to his face. “I think it’s only fair that in return, we steal yours.” “We ain’t gonna hurt you, nigga,” said Kareem with a content smile. “We’re just gettin’ you ready for the big house, where I think you’ll have a lot of fun bein’ everyone’s little bitch!” I reached into my bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs just as Cody pulled a badass looking knife out of his pocket. He flipped it open and held it in front of Tyson’s face. “I really don’t wanna use this thing on you, man,” he said with a scowl. “So let’s make this real simple; do what we say and I won’t have to slit your goddamn throat, even thought you fuckin’ deserve it.” Cody cut the ropes. The second he was free, he managed to scramble to his feet; he was a bit bigger than Cody and he shoved him aside, but I was quick; I slammed him against the couch, wrenched his arms behind his back, and slapped the cuffs onto his wrists. I lifted him back up and Cody sank a fist into his stomach. He fell to his knees, winded and groaning. “The more you fight, the worse it’s gonna be,” I growled. “Now let’s see.” I yanked his hair so that his face pointed slightly upward. “Why don’t you suck my boy Kareem’s dick first?” Kareem walked forward, laughing and unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick 9-inch pecker. “Oh yeah,” said Kareem. “I bet he’ll love the taste of this.” “Fuck you, nigger!” Tyson yelled. We all fell silent. ...