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

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

... my nigga,” Kareem said to Cody. “Yeah man!” said Cody, getting off the couch. “Let him taste his own ass!” As my father started to brutally pound Tyson, Kareem hopped onto the couch and buried his cock into his mouth. Tyson continued sobbing and yelling as he was violated, and Cody and I were taking turns throwing punches and kicks into his torso. His choked screams were sweet music to my ears, only the start of what would surely be years of punishment for his attack on my sister. Several minutes later, Dad and Kareem pulled their dicks out. Tyson was barely conscious as he lay there in pain, breathing hard and shallow. “I don’t know about you guys,” said Dad, panting hard and soaked with sweat. “But I need a smoke break.” “I agree, Pop,” said Cody. “Let’s give him a little break. His ass is gonna have time to tighten back up again, and I wanna just RIP it open!” “Yeah,” I laughed, giving him a bro fist. “It’ll be tighter than any pussy you’ve ever fucked, I bet!” Cody gave a sinister laugh and we dragged Tyson back to the chair we tied him to. Dad reached into my bag and pulled out another length of rope, and as soon as we had Tyson sitting in the chair again, we tied him up again tightly, his cuffed hands behind the back of the chair. Tyson was coming back to his senses as we finished tying him up. “Come on, man,” he whined as we finished and looked down at him. “Let me go. I swear on everything I love I won’t tell anyone. You’ll be rid of me forever. I won’t touch Donna ...

... again, I won’t speak to her, I won’t look at her, I—” Cody sank his fist into Tyson’s stomach again, cutting him off. “We know you won’t be having anything else to do with Donna,” he said. Now he was taking on the calm psychopathic tone. “Because you’ll be going to prison. But we wanna make sure you’re ready for the years you’ll spend sucking dick and getting that ass pounded every day.” “Yeah little buddy,” I said to Tyson. “In fact, I think I’m gonna write to some of my niggas in prison to let them know you’re comin’. I bet they’d LOVE to get acquainted with that tight butt of yours.” And I grinned and gave him a short noogie. “All right boys, that’s enough teasing him,” said Dad, who had pulled one of his bongs out of a cupboard. I grabbed the weed bag and handed it to him. Tyson looked at us, his face showing half horror, half anger. “Oh yeah,” said Kareem. “Thanks for buyin’ us some good ass bud, homie. Really gives ya a boost, doesn’t it?” “Come on, I paid good money for that!” Tyson moaned. “Just shut the fuck up, man,” I said, and I pulled a handkerchief out of a drawer and grabbed some duct tape out of my bag. “I’m sick of hearin’ ya fuckin’ mouth.” I shoved the hanky into his mouth and covered it with a piece of tape. Now he yelled even more, but all that was heard was “MMMM! MMMM!” “Come on, big bro. Let’s smoke,” said Cody, and we walked over to where Dad, Kareem, and Donna stood with the fully packed bong. The five of us smoked up, throwing taunting looks at Tyson ...