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

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

... dirty little whore and take every fuckin’ inch in your mouth.” Reluctantly, he extended his head and began to suck the head of my father’s cock. But after a few seconds, my dad reached out and slapped him in the face. “You’re not going hard enough!” he barked. “Suck it like a slut, because that’s what you are, and that’s what you’re gonna be!” Kareem handed Cody’s belt back to him and then took off his own thinner belt. Folding it in half, he cracked it hard against Tyson’s back. He screamed and shook violently, and then went back to work on sucking Dad’s cock. “Oh shit!” said Dad, throwing his head back. “You actually do that pretty good!” He relaxed and smoked his cigarette as Tyson grudgingly sucked his cock. “Yo Pop,” said Cody, walking up behind Tyson clutching his belt. “If he starts slacking, let me know and I’ll take care of it.” “Will do,” said Dad with a grin. “You hear that, bitch?” he said, looking down at Tyson. “You suck good or my son’s gonna skin you alive.” I must say I was impressed with my dad; he was playing the part of a psychopath pretty damn good. “Yeah, I want some of that mouth, man,” I said, sitting down beside my dad and pulling my own huge prick out of my pants. “Look at the way our little bitch sucks dick.” “Yeah, well I think he’s slacking a bit,” Dad said, winking at Cody and Kareem. With two loud cracks, they whipped their belts against Tyson’s back and ass. With a scream of pain, he started sucking harder, doing his best to avoid pain. Pretty ...

... much pointless, since the REAL pain was yet to come. Dad finally put out his cigarette butt and then handed one to me, at the same time reaching down and pulling Tyson off of his dick. “Time to get mine, nigga,” I said. Dad slapped Tyson again and he shifted in front of me, staring at my 11 inches of firm meat. “See if you can suck as good as the bitches at my school.” As he lowered his head onto my dick, I lit my cigarette and settled down. I can’t lie, his mouth felt pretty good. “Oh yeah, the prisoners are REALLY gonna love ya,” I said, blowing smoke into his face. “Suck that dick, ya little faggot.” Then just out of plain cruelty, I looked at Cody and Kareem and said “He’s slackin’ off, yo.” They nodded and moved behind Tyson. Knowing what was coming, he started sucking harder. But ignoring it, they drew their belts back and whipped them against Tyson’s ass. Or at least Kareem got his ass. Cody must have gotten him in the nuts, because Tyson gave a scream and clenched his teeth around the head of my dick. “You—” After a spasm from pain, I threw his head back and punched him, hard as I could, squarely in the nose. He fell to the floor, blood covering his face. I stood up and advanced toward him… “Ooooh Tyson, look what you’ve done!” said Donna suddenly, pointing at my hand. I looked down, and saw that I had broken my cigarette. “Well, well, well,” I said, shaking my head and looking down at Tyson. “Now you REALLY fucked up.” I looked over at my dad and said “Let’s see if ...