Hunter Traps Himself
Copyright© 2022 by Wicked Stepdad
Chapter 7: Hunter Watches Clarence Rise
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7: Hunter Watches Clarence Rise - Hunter is a cocky, arrogant, attractive bully, the favorite of his father, but a bane to his brothers and many others. When a stupid mistake one day sends him into slavery, his nerdy brothers find themselves in charge, and things quickly go downhill for Hunter from there. The oldest brother, Clarence, takes the opposite trajectory, rising from brow-beat underdog to domineering head of family.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/mt mt/mt Teenagers Slavery Gay Fiction Son Brother Father BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Enema First Oral Sex Pegging Petting Spitting Voyeurism Water Sports Geeks Revenge
(Hunter narrates)
If I thought the treatment at the slave processing center was bad, Dad’s shady lawyer really showed me that I didn’t know what I was talking about. He was acting way creepier than he used to around Dad, but with the combination of Dad being gone and me having no rights at all meant there would be no limit to my degradation.
Clearly, both Clarence and Mr Keller like it that way.
At first I thought that I was actually going to in some way participate in the meeting that would determine my future, which was completely stolen from me by bad luck. And yeah, I was kind-of a dick to Clarence, but at least I didn’t rat his gayness out. Well, not until the last minute when I really had no choice. Of course, I should have done it earlier, but like so many aspects of this situation, it is now out of reach.
Of course, Clarence never respected Dad at all, and just immediately started trashing his desk and stuff. Would it really kill him to wait just a little while to start being a total asshole? I wanted to murder him. And then he just kept provoking me, knowing that even the slightest reaction on my part would lead to more punishment. But he got me ... eventually I couldn’t contain myself, and that’s when Keller started showing his meaner streak.
The so-called “sucker muzzle” was horrible, for a start. He buckled all the straps way too tight, and opened my mouth much wider than he (much less Clarence’s smaller dick) needed. My head was pounding and my jaw was aching by the end. He didn’t intend to I don’t think, but the straps were partly in my eyes and it was hard to see what was going on.
Keller used the muzzle as a starting place for a merciless face-fucking. His gross cock smelled of feet and cheap cologne and his flabby thighs were moist, dampening my face with each thrust. His belly was resting on my forehead, making it hard to see. It didn’t matter because my head was pretty well held in place so all I could see was the area immediately above his dick.
My arms and legs were tied up so I couldn’t resist at all. My arms ached – he’d pulled them way too far up, I thought – and my fingers were sweaty and cramped in the small gloves.
My throat and tongue were getting raw from so much rough use. And then he gets off by suffocating me repeatedly. You might think passing out would actually give me some relief, but the way he did it just made me constantly panicked, but my bondage was too tight to do shit.
And just when I thought I was done, my fucking fat-ass brother decides he wants to prove something, so then I had to blow him too. He had a different aroma, not a good one. It reminded me of kids who played video games, or maybe a mall food-court. I found it revolting. But of course, I had nothing resembling a choice in the matter.
And I was exhausted so I didn’t move fast enough for Dad’s lawyer, but he doesn’t even explain it at first, he just shocks me. And then, instead of just explaining, he recorded himself lecturing me in the most irritating and insulting tone. And he plays it on repeat at full volume! It was so bad even the first time and it’s so incredibly annoying after five times, but I heard it like 50 times or more. My ears were ringing with his smug voice. I hate that I can remember every word still going round my head.
Anyway, soon enough I was on my knees between my brother’s legs, choking on his engorged cock. His dick is actually bigger than I thought. They were still discussing about our dad and my slavery, but now I would have preferred the neutral white-noise generator that the muzzle originally used, which was almost soothing. Now I had to listen to my Dad’s lawyer treating me like an idiot. Over and over.
I had to spend all my energy to stop myself from puking as he crudely rammed my head and throat down on his cock, over and over again. The back of my throat was sore from all the traffic.
Eventually my former brother flooded my mouth with his jizz. It tasted horrible, like coffee and fish, but I did my best to swallow it, knowing from experience that that’s what slaves were expected to do. It clearly seemed to genuinely relax my brother, of course it did – it’s a blowjob!
I had a few minutes to listen to the last few iterations of the recording while Clarence sat with his flaccid cock in my mouth. The recording ended right as the lawyer called me over. I was incredibly relieved when he took that horrible muzzle off. I seriously wasn’t sure how much more I could’ve taken.
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