The Discard

I'd been my father's fuck toy for as long as I could remember. It wasn't really something I had a choice about - one day it started, and from then on, he made it very clear that my main purpose in his life was to take his cock and cum in my ass. He wasn't ever much of an oral guy - just loved to pound my ass, always hard and deep, from day one.

I'm not going to lie, I hated it for a while there. It always hurt - I never got used to it like they say you do in the stories. I just couldn't take it. It didn't help that Dad was just MASSIVE where it counted.

He could never be gentle either. After a while, when he gave me some toys to practice with, I told him I would be a lot better for him if he would go slow, at least at first. But he couldn't - when I asked, he just grunted, bent me over, and shoved every inch in in one go. Then he'd fuck me like a jackhammer until he was done, and move on. There was no other way, and more often than not, it left me feeling cold.

I wanted to so badly to impress him, to make him happy. I practiced every day with the toys he gave me, and even sought out a few men who were slower, and tried to teach me. But he never seemed happy, and we never got close. It's amazing - you can have sex with someone several times a day, every day, for years, and still not feel connected to them - even if it's your own father.

Things changed when my little brother was born, though. At first, Dad just left him out of it, but as he grew up, Dad brought him into the fold. For the first few years, Dad only let him watch - which was pretty shocking for my little brother. We were so close, and I was his protector - and he often told me how much he hated seeing me in pain.

I promised him I'd protect him.

But then everything changed a few nights ago, after my nightly fuck. I was laying there, waiting for the pain to go away, as he used my t-shirt to wipe himself off. I still hadn't cum.

"Well, kiddo. It's been fun," he says. "You're gonna get a few nights off. He's ready."

My mind was swirling. First, I hadn't had a single night off since the first night---since my father first took me so many years ago, I've been fucked at least once a day, but usually a lot more. I didn't remember what it was like to be able to walk without limping slightly, or showering and washing myself without my fingers accidentally slipping in. And now, just like that, he announces that I'm about to get some time off. I should be happy.

But I'm not. Because he followed it up with, "He's ready." Those are the words I've been fearing for year. I prayed this day would never come, but now it's clear---my dad is going to take my little brother, and there's nothing I can do to stop him.

Over the years, I've always fantasized about how when and if this day came, I'd stand up to my dad, or else get my brother and run. But now, in the moment, I know that's not going to happen. I'm in too much pain, and I'm too weak.

He doesn't make me wait very long, which also doesn't give me the chance to talk to my brother and give him a warning. Because dad takes my little brother's virginity that same night, just a few hours after he got me.

I wake up to it - it must be happening in my little brother's room. I wake up to Dad's low voice, and my brother's little voice, deep in conversation. I can't hear the words, but I know well enough - Dad is explaining to my little brother what sex is, with a lengthy explanation of why sex between a father and son was so filthy and humiliating. My dad loves to humiliate me, and I' m sure he'll want to do it even more.

I'm holding back tears when I start to hear the bed move, knowing it's about to begin. Then I hear it - or at least, I think I do. I'm waiting to hear the yelp, the screams that I hear every time I fall asleep - screams of a boy losing his virginity in a rough and brutal way.

But they don't come. No - in fact, what I hear through the wall is clearly my brother's voice, but he's not screaming or yelping - he's moaning.

There is one singular yelp again, but then - fuck that's definitely a moan. Why isn't he screaming?

I get out of bed and cautiously step out into the hallway. My heart stops when I see my little brother's door is open. I creep up to the doorway and peer in - and my heart almost stops.

The first thing I see is my dad's firm, hairy ass pumping. I've never seen him fuck from this angle, and it's pretty incredible. Watching his ass and massive thighs flex demonstrate his power.

They're on my brother's bed, his dinosaur sheets crumpled at the bottom of the bed. It's a single bed, way too small for the activity. The bed is banging up against the wall with every thrust.

The only thing I can see of my brother from this angle are his two incredibly small feet, one on either side of our dad's hips. I'm shocked his legs can even spread that wide -he's short, even for his age.

Each time my dad pushes forward, those little feet jerk out a bit, then return to rest on Dad's hips. They're almost hooked around him.

The worst part is, Dad obviously hasn't changed his mind about how a boy's cherry should be popped. I can't believe it, but he's thrust as hard and deep into my brother as he does to me now. Even back when I was the age my brother is, Dad wouldn't go as hard and fast as he does now. He was of course rough, but as I've gotten better over the years, he's turned up the power of his fucks to make sure I still squirm.

But he seems to have gone from 0 to 100 with my little brother. He's pounding with no abandon, and I start to worry that maybe he has somehow knocked out my litter bother, and that's why he's moaning instead of screaming.

I creep into the room, trying not to make noise. I do make a bit of noise, and I feel certain Dad will turn around, but it doesn't even seem to register with him - or my little brother, as far as I can tell.

Even though my Dad is fucking my brother like the kid is a professional porn star, I can tell something's different. This isn't how sex is with me and him. When we fuck, it's almost always doggy style - he likes to yank my hair back when he cums. The few times we have done it with me on my back, he puts his big hand over my face so he doesn't have to look at me.

But when I get to the side view of my brother/father incest scene, I see that he's actually cradling my brother's head in his hand. As I move forward, he puts his other hand behind my brother's head, and leans forward.

My brother is absolutely not knocked out. Instead, his big blue eyes are wide open and staring up at my dad. I can barely register this thought, but I have to say his eyes don't look hurt or scared - they look hungry.

Dad wasn't doing his normal shit talking. During our fuck sessions, he'd call me every name under the sun - whore, slut, fag, cocksucker, cum pig, dick dumpster - you name it. But he's not even saying words to my brother - just grunting and moaning in time with the high-pitched moans my brother lets out.

Then something happens that causes my knees to go weak, and I crumple to the floor. My father leans forward and lays the most tender, passionate kiss on my brother's lips. He sucks hungrily at my little brother's face, and my bro takes it in stride - I watch my little brother instantly pick up the art of making out in no time at all. I see his little pink tongue darting into my dad's mouth.

All the while, my dad is still doing his famous rapid-fire long-dicking. I hate that move most of all. He never takes it full out, so your ring never gets a break, but he's never inside you long enough to get used to taking him.

My brother seems to have complaints at all, however, as the two continue their passionate, loving sex.

They only break their kiss when I start to cry. Apparently the sound of my weeping actually does manage to break through their connection.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he barks.

My little brother let's out a gasp and a yelp as my Dad pulls himself out in one yank. I look at his massive, insanely hard and red cock hanging there, slimy with my brother's innards. I look to my little brother - his face is turned away from me, but his open, gaping hole is on full display.

"You're interrupting," my dad says. "Get the fuck out."

"Don't---don't hurt him!" I say through my tears.

There's a moan from the bed, and it sounds like my brother is trying to say something. But he's panting so hard it's impossible to hear what it is.

My dad seems to understand it, though, because he replies, "Hold on, baby, I'm coming."

Dad grabs me by the nape of my neck and pulls me to my feet. "Out," he barks again, pointing to the door.

He waits, his arms folded across his chest, his massive cock swinging just in front of me. I'm suddenly compelled to reach out for it, to grab it. I can't believe it, but I want him to fuck me like he's fucking my little brother. I never thought I would forfeit my first day off his routine fucking, but here I am, ready to lie down and take it if he'd only give me a chance.

But he doesn't. So I start to shuffle my feet toward the door, and Dad turns back to my brother. As I walk away, I hear the sickening slurp of what I know is dad's entire length sinking back into my brother, and then his adorable little moans and cries of pleasure pick up again.

"Shut your door on the way out," Dad grunts.

I do exactly what I'm told, then sit against the bedroom door for the next few hours, listening to both of them reach multiple orgasms.

I know everything has changed. I'll never be able to compete with that - or get my brother back, from the looks of it. Dad has a new favorite, and he's discarded me like the used piece of trash I am.

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