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

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

... he can handle double the dick.” Dad stood up and stood right beside me. Cody grabbed Tyson by the hair again and Dad and I both forced our cocks into his mouth, stretching it past its limits. Tyson yelled, muffled as we began pumping back and forth. Kareem resumed whipping him. We all yelled insults and profanities at the bastard as he took the punishment, gagging and retching, his face covered in blood, sweat and tears. “I think I’m ready to beat that pussy up!” Kareem said after a while. “Oh yeah,” said Cody, leaning in and getting right in Tyson’s face. “I hope you’re ready for some REAL pain, bitch!” “No! No! Please, no! Don’t—” Tyson began, but Cody cut him off with another hook to the jaw. He dragged Tyson over to the couch and bent him over the arm, his ass pointing straight up. Still clutching his belt, he proceeded to give Tyson ten good hard lashes across his completely red ass. His screams of pain filled the room as Kareem moved behind him, stepping out of his pants, getting ready to give him the first ass-drilling. “Ooh yeah,” said Kareem with an evil smile. “Karma’s a bitch, and she’s about to fuck you, LITERALLY!” As Cody held Tyson’s head down in place, Kareem began shoving his dick up Tyson’s ass, not even bothering to take it easy. His screams were muffled as Cody held his face into the cushion of the couch. Kareem began fucking him violently, pulling almost all the way out before slamming himself balls-deep into his ass again. “How’s that feel, ya little ...

... bitch?” he yelled as he rammed himself in and out of Tyson’s hole. Tyson only screamed and sobbed as he was raped. Meanwhile my father and I picked up the belts off the floor and began lashing them against his back, which was now almost completely red with welts, and a few places where the skin had broken. Cody forced Tyson’s face up and forced his cock into his mouth. “You bite, you die bitch!” he yelled as he fucked his face ruthlessly. And for a couple of minutes my father, Donna and I watched as Cody and Kareem dominated Tyson, who looked as if he wanted to die right then and there. Every now and then Dad and I would whip the belts against his back. “All right, I want some of that ass now!” said Dad, moving forward and taking his pants off. Kareem yanked himself out of Tyson’s ass, and Tyson struggled to get away. But Cody stunned him with another hard punch to the head. Then my dad suddenly gave me a grin, pointing at a feather duster and then at Tyson’s bare feet. The look clearly said ‘Let’s play with him.’ I grabbed the feather duster and one of Tyson’s feet and started tickling. Tyson, taken aback, started laughing lightly. I kept tickling and soon he was laughing uncontrollably. “Ha-ha-ha! Stop, that tickles too much! Hee-hee-hee—AAAAHHHHHHHHH!” When he least expected it, my dad forced his dick balls-deep into Tyson’s ass. He gave a blood-curdling scream as the tickling sensation in his foot was suddenly replaced by excruciating pain in his ass. “Let me fuck his face, ...