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

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

... “Ooh, not very friendly,” said Donna with an expression of fake pity. Dad ran forward and struck Tyson in the head with a knee. “There’ll be no racist slurs in my house, motherfucker,” he said, glowering down at Tyson. “Say that again and you’ll REALLY be sorry. Now you suck his dick like a good bitch.” I pulled Tyson’s hair again and he screamed in pain, and Kareem shoved his dick into Tyson’s open mouth. He choked and gagged as Kareem sank deep into his throat. “That’s right, dude, fuck his face!” said Dad as Kareem began shoving himself in and out of Tyson’s protesting mouth. I myself began shoving his head forward onto Kareem’s dick, forcing him to take it. “Get used to it, nigga!” he said, breathing heavily as he invaded Tyson’s throat. “You gonna get this shit every day once you get to prison!” Tyson sobbed and choked, although Kareem’s dick wasn’t as big as mine; I had the biggest of the four of us, and I wanted to save mine for last. “Watch out bro, I got something for this little bitch,” said Cody, and he took off his metal-studded belt and folded it in half. “Yeah, whip this nigga!” said Kareem and I together. I moved to the side, exposing Tyson’s bare back, and Cody moved behind him. “No! No!’ mumbled Tyson frantically, muffled through Kareem’s cock. But his pleas fell on deaf ears as Cody swung the belt and brought it down full force on Tyson’s back. He screamed in agony, choking as his mouth was still being fucked. Over and over Cody whipped him, leaving vivid ...

... welts across his back. Every now and then Cody, who was wearing his heavy steel-toe boots, would kick him squarely in the middle of the ass, right where his hole was. All the while, Dad and Donna watched, encouraging us to keep hurting him. Finally, Kareem pulled his cock out of Tyson’s mouth, and he knelt there, coughing, retching and crying; I still held him by the hair. “Please no more!” he gasped between sobs. “I’ve learned my lesson! I’m sorry!” “Shut the FUCK up!” yelled Cody, who had now moved in front of Tyson and accented his profanity with a punch to the jaw. “You didn’t stop when my sister said ‘no,’ did ya? Well guess what? An eye for a fuckin’ eye, bitch! We’re not stopping till we’re done! And now it’s time for you to taste MY dick!” He undid his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock, which by the way is about ten inches at full erection. “Suck it, punk!” Cody demanded. “Get that fucker hard!” Tyson was struggling against me to no avail, begging us to let him go, but refusing to service Cody. “Yo Kareem,” I said. “Show this nigga what’s up.” Cody handed him the belt, and he swung it back and cracked it against Tyson’s neck. He screamed in pain, and Cody forced his dick into his open mouth. “Get his fuckin’ pants off, bro,” Cody said with a furious grin. “He’s been bad and deserves a good spanking.” Kareem reached out and pulled Tyson’s jeans and underwear off, taking shoes and socks with it. Tyson still struggled, choking all the while on Cody’s hardening dick. ...