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

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

... as he could only sit there with his eyes full of tears, watching us smoke his weed. “I almost feel sorry for him,” Donna said sarcastically. “Saving up all that money and getting a pound of dank, only to lose it all because he fucked up.” “Yeah,” Cody said with a sneer. “What a shame.” “Oh yeah,” I added, looking back at the tied-up fuck nigga. “If you think your homies are gonna save ya, you got another thing comin’. They know what you did, and they don’t want nothin’ else to do with ya. Yeah, at least they’re smart and know not to back up a fuckin’ rapist.” Tyson looked at us, his eyes full of remorse. After a few minutes, we were all good and stoned again. I clapped Cody on the shoulder and said, “So, it’s gonna be your first time fuckin’ another dude, kid brother. Nervous?” “Nope,” he replied, his eyes fixed furiously on Tyson. “I’m ready to deal him some good karma.” He took off his pants and started playing with his dick, getting it as hard as he could. He handed me the knife and after ripping the tape off Tyson’s mouth and pulling the hanky out, I cut the ropes. As I expected, he sprang out of the chair, but Cody was ready. He dashed at Tyson and spear-tackled him to the floor. I caught his legs and held them apart in the air, exposing his already brutalized ass. “Let him have it!” I yelled at Cody, and with one forceful thrust, Cody’s cock was balls-deep in Tyson’s ass. Tyson’s scream could have shattered glass a mile away. Cody looked up at me, a crazed expression ...

... on his face. “This bitch is even tighter than I thought!” he said. And then he began fucking Tyson as hard as he could, smashing his hips against his ass. Tyson was squealing like an animal as Cody raped him, bucking and twisting to get free. But I held his ankles firmly, and one of Cody’s hands was wrapped around Tyson’s throat. With the other, he was slapping and punching everywhere he could reach. “YEAH, BITCH!” he yelled. “THAT FUCKIN’ HURTS, DON’T IT?! FUCKIN’ GET USED TO IT, FAGGOT!” He was totally going beast mode on Tyson’s punk ass! Pounding him, punching him, slapping him, and roaring obscenities in his face. Tyson screamed and sobbed as he suffered excruciating and seemingly endless pain. I loved hearing him scream, knowing that he was getting a taste of his own medicine. Over and over Cody rammed himself into Tyson, and over and over Tyson screamed as though he was being sodomized by a white-hot lead pipe. Cody still had that demented look upon his face; he was clearly having the time of his life tearing that fucker’s hole open… He finally stopped to catch his breath, and I put my hand on his shoulder. “Save some of that for me, little bro,” I said laughing. “I feel sorry for all the girls you’ve fucked.” “Well, now he knows how THEY feel!” said Cody, his face flushed. “Only difference is, he ain’t diggin’ it!” He gave Tyson a few more power thrusts, making him scream in pain, and then finally got up. “Come on, Chris! Take it home for this punk ass bitch!” “Oh ...