Chapter 2: Garrett’s Gift

The brothers exchanged knowing glances as they entered. Their suspicions were instantly confirmed, arousal surging through them. Carl’s mother knelt naked before their father, her mouth engulfing him as she bobbed rhythmically. Lydia’s sex was exposed to the entire room, it was still holding and leaking out some of the cum Edgar had been depositing on a regular basis since falling under his thumb.

Edgar greeted his sons with a smug grin, savoring his beer and the game she sucked his cock slow and sloppy.

Garrett’s fingers flew to his phone, trembling as he hit record. This was his chance to humiliate Carl further after his mother’s interference. The boys settled across from the scene, transfixed as Lydia head bobbed up and down before them. Edgar gripped her head firmly as he climaxed, Lydia took it all relaxing her throat to let him shoot his load down it. Her submissive posture only fueled Garrett’s revenge fantasies.

“That’s my good slut. Now, you are going to be a good lil girl and properly apologize to my boy. I am sure he did not feel good being threatened.” Edgar barked, pointing at Garrett in the tone of a caring parent as if he was having a parent-to-parent conversation and was not sexually dominating her.

Lydia’s eyes widened at the command from Edgar, but she meekly nodded and responded, “Yes Daddy.” She crawled over to where Garrett was sitting, feeling humiliated and exposed to the two brothers her tan skin blushed.

She knelt between his legs; her head lowered in submission. “Sir, I-I’m sorry for threatening to get you in trouble, Garrett,” she said softly. “Daddy has properly corrected me and I know better than to tell on you anymore. Please let me make this right.”

Garrett smirked down at her, enjoying the power he now held over Lydia. “Oh fuck yeah! Not so uppity now bitch!” He reached down and roughly grabbed her hair, pulling her up towards him.

“Tell me what you are,” he demanded.

Lydia’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she replied what Edgar told her the answer to that question was, “I am your cumslut, Sir.”

“And who do you belong to right now?” he asked.

“I belong to you, Sir” Lydia answered obediently.

“You’re damn right you do,” Garrett sneered. He gave her a hard slap across the face before pushing her back down to kneel between his legs. “Now get back to work.”

Lydia closed her eyes in humiliation as she resumed pleasuring Garrett with her mouth. She could feel his brothers’ eyes on her, judging and degrading her for being their father’s plaything.

But despite the humiliating situation she found herself in, Lydia couldn’t deny the intense arousal that surged through her body. She was completely at their mercy, completely under their control; and she loved every moment of it. She was a submissive little slut in a bigger way than she ever thought possible.

As Garrett reached his own climax and released into her mouth, Lydia swallowed obediently without hesitation. She lived a repressed fantasy she had in her wettest of dreams, pleasing men and being a submissive cumslut to room full of hung cocks.

Once he was finished with her, Lydia crawled back over to Edgar’s feet and knelt beside him. She rested her head on his thigh, feeling completely spent and satisfied before Edgar pulled her hair once more.

Lydia’s heart raced as she was thrust towards Isaac by Edgar. She could see the bulge in his pants and knew that it was her next task to please him.

Isaac looked at her with a cocky grin, relishing in the power and control he held over her. “Get on your knees, where you belong.” he commanded.

Without hesitation, Lydia dropped to her knees and reached for his belt buckle. She could feel the eyes of his brother on her, but she focused solely on Isaac as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock.

She took it into her mouth eagerly, using her tongue to swirl around the tip before taking him deeper. Isaac let out a low moan as Lydia took him all the way in, using her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.

“Damn, you’re good at this,” Isaac said with a smirk. He gripped her hair tightly and began thrusting into her mouth, setting a quick pace.

Lydia could feel herself getting lost in the pleasure of it all. She was surrounded by these strong men who were dominating and controlling her every move, and it felt amazing.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp slap across her face from Isaac “Don’t you dare enjoy yourself too much,” he growled in a low voice. “You’re nothing but our cum dumpster.”

Lydia whimpered at his words, feeling both humiliated and aroused at the same time. She knew that she was nothing more than their plaything, their submissive cumslut, but for some reason it only turned her on even more.

Isaac came into Lydia’s mouth with a groan of satisfaction. She swallowed eagerly before moving back to Edgar’s feet once more.

Edgar chuckled as he watched Lydia obediently return to him after servicing both of his sons. “Well done, my little cumslut,” he said with a smug smile. “But we are just getting started. Should have never told us you are by yourself for the next two weeks, more than enough time to properly break you.” The men all laughed at Lydia’s expense.

“Let it not be said I have not done anything for you boy. Slut, I have to go to work. Go to Garrett. You are his until I say so. Same rules as last time Garrett” He said before getting up with a satisfied smile on his face before getting his tools and leaving for work.

Shit, what just happened, she was about to be her son’s bully’s plaything, this was bad. this was so very very bad, why did I tell them he was not in until next two weeks? “ Lydia chastised herself.

Garrett led Lydia into his sanctuary, a room filled with a heady scent of leather and musk. His hand was firm on her waist as he guided her to stand in front of him, their bodies almost touching. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he produced a dog collar and attached it around Lydia’s neck, the metal leash dangling between them.

Garrett couldn’t resist the urge to dominate Lydia as soon as he had her alone in his playroom. He pulled her towards him roughly by the leash around her neck, not caring if it hurt her or not.

Lydia could feel the rough material of his shirt against her bare skin as he pressed his body against hers, trapping her between him and the wall. She could smell his musky cologne, adding to the already heady scent of leather in the room. Garrett was the most rough and less refined of the three.

With one hand still tightly gripping the leash, Garrett used his other hand to forcefully kiss Lydia. She moaned into his mouth as he thrust a finger into her sex, fingering her mercilessly until she climaxed on his hand.

Panting and trembling from the intensity of her release, Lydia was barely able to stand on her own two feet. But Garrett wasn’t finished with her yet.

He pulled the leash and dragged her down onto his bed and pushed her down onto all fours. “Get ready for me,” he growled in a low voice that sent shivers down Lydia’s spine.

She obediently spread herself open for him, knowing what was expected of her. Garrett entered her from behind, thrusting into her like a maniac. Lydia could feel herself getting lost in pleasure once again as Garrett’s rough movements took control of her body.

Her moans echoed through the room as Garrett claimed every inch of her with each powerful thrust. She could feel herself getting closer to another orgasm, but this time, she knew it would be under Garrett’s command.

“Grind those hips when I am fucking you whore!” Garrett growled out.

Lydia moaned hard,”Oh shit! Oh Shit! Fuck! You are huge!” Lydia’s eyes widened as the sensations wracked her entire body. He was about a good inch wider than his dad. The boy was fucking hung.

Lydia’s body trembled under Garrett’s touch, responding eagerly to his dominance. “Say it,” he growled, thrusting deeper into her. “I am your fucktoy, Sir!,” she whimpered, obeying his command. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with Lydia’s moans and gasps. She surrendered completely to him, lost in a passionate exchange of power and desire. Each word that fell from her lips only fueled Garrett’s control over her, igniting a fiery craving that they could only satisfy together.

As Garrett’s grip on Lydia tightens, she can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement run through her. She eagerly responds to his every command, her body pulsing with raw want as he dominates her. “Say it again,” he growls, and she eagerly repeats the degrading phrase he demands of her. With each word, her voice quivers with submission and arousal.

“I am your fucktoy, Master!” Lydia whimpered her toes curling as the orgasm he was giving her was hitting her hard. The act of being ordered to grind her hips on his massive girth was causing explosions all over her body. His tight grips on her hips was all she needed to cede control to the bully attacking her son. She loved every second of it but did not have time to think.

She came again when he unloaded inside of her. He made her thank him. Shortly after, they both went and took a small nap to recover. His arms draped around her naked body like a prison made of flesh. She did not fight at all when he kissed her deeply. She simply closed her eyes and snuggled into the muscles of the sadistic young man.

Two Hours Later...

It felt like a lifetime ago she came here to end her son’s bullying once and for all. An exhausted and subdued Lydia was on her knees worshipping her new owner with her mouth, sucking his balls as the bully berated her on his group on the video game he was playing. He was bragging to whomever else was in the video game lobby.