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 baby, that’s one sweet ass you got,” said Kareem in a malicious voice. “A little too white for me, though. Lemme just turn it a little bit red.” And he lashed the belt against Tyson’s butt cheeks. “OWWWW!!!” A scream came from Tyson, muffled. But Cody had screamed in pain too, and he pulled his now fully hard dick out of Tyson’s mouth. Looking down, I saw teeth marks on his dick. “You mother—” began Cody, and then he started pummeling Tyson again, bashing his fists into his face and stomach, his knuckles leaving more bruises, and his rings more cuts. I gave the fucker a few hard punches too. Then Cody grabbed his knife and held it up to Tyson’s throat and looked straight at him, his eyes filled with piercing anger. “Bite my dick again,” he whispered, slowly and softly, “and it will be the last thing you ever do.” “I got this, kid,” I said, and I reached into my bag and pulled out a mouth ring. Kareem lashed Tyson’s ass with the belt again, and as Tyson screamed, I forced the ring into his mouth and fastened it. His teeth were clenched around it now, so there’d be no more worries about biting. “Problem solved, little bro,” I said, punching Cody on the shoulder. “Oh yeah, his mouth is mine now!” he said, and drove his entire dick down Tyson’s throat. He started mercilessly fucking his face, every now and then punching him in the head. Kareem started whipping his ass with the belt. Tyson’s screams were muffled through the big dick in his mouth, and he choked and gagged, ...

... thick white slobber oozing from his mouth. “Don’t you fuckin’ puke, motherfucker!” said Cody, as Tyson gave a particularly hard gag. “You take it like the bitch you are!” After a few more minutes, Cody finally pulled himself out, and Kareem stopped whipping Tyson. A glob of thick saliva fell out of Tyson’s mouth, and his ass was beet red. “Oh yeah,” said Dad, looking down at Tyson, coughing and sobbing on the floor. “It’s my turn now!” Tyson looked up at Dad and stared in horror as he took his shirt off. For pushing 50, my dad was in great shape; he was just as muscular as me, but slightly stockier. He sat down on the couch and undid his pants. His cock was the same size and thickness as Cody’s. He reached over on the table and grabbed a cigarette. “I really wanna enjoy this,” he said as he lit up, then said to Tyson, “Get over here boy, and suck Daddy’s cock.” Tyson just lay there, still whimpering. But Kareem fixed that quickly. WHOOSH CRACK! He brought the belt down and struck Tyson in the belly. He writhed around in agony, his hands still cuffed behind his back. I pulled him up by the hair onto his knees. “Get the fuck over there, bitch,” I said in my dangerous voice. Kareem whipped the belt against Tyson’s back, and with humiliation in his eyes, he started waddling towards my father. My father hawked back and spit in his face, and he hung his head in shame. “Now start sucking, baby,” Dad said with a wicked smile as I took the vise out of Tyson’s mouth. “You suck it like a ...