chew toy :3

it was my testosterone day and i knew i'd have to get out the supplies, jab myself, then spend a few hours trying to get off. fingers weren't enough anymore. i hated the pain, how sore i felt after but i couldn't do anything about it, at least that's what i thought. my big brother was quick to notice my pout when i walk by. he follows me into my room as i grumble about how annoying my shot is because it hurts. to my surprise he grabs it for me, saying he'll make it hurt less. it was confusing at first but i explain how to do it, it's just to be helpful, right? I feel his hands pull my hips a little, his right hand gripping my thigh to make sure he has the right spot. he makes a few comments about his day to distract me while pushing it in.

"ow.." is all i mutter out when he pulls me into his lap. "youre such a baby." the comment always made me pout. i hated being seen as a baby. "im not.. just hurts." "here?" he asks before his hand rubs the area. i wanted to protest but it felt oddly.. nice, being comforted for once. i sink into his hold, nodding while closing my eyes. i was barely listening to whatever he was saying. for awhile it's normal, just a big brother comforting his little brother, but it doesn't take long before his hand slides up. "anything happening yet?" he cooes out, even if i said no he knew it was yes. he had caught glimpses of me in the past, even counted how long it'd take until i was humping my pillow. i shake my head, confused by the question before i feel his fingers slide my boxers down. his fingers quickly slides to the sticky mess, then to the source of it. "fuck.. you really have a dick now. i've wanted to see how big you've gotten. don't whimper- only cry babies whimper, just let me.." he trails off when hearing the first proper moan. the way my clit twitched encouraged him to rub faster. "you're getting off to your brother jerking you off? what a slut."

i wanted to run, yell at him, anything to act like i didn't want more but i failed at any word i tried to form. his finger moves faster, squeezing my hips with his free hand before i inevitably start to buck my hips, humping his hand like a dumb puppy in heat. i feel his growing bulge, his hips starting to buck up. "what a slut.. about to orgasm due to his big brother." he whispers through aroused breaths. i wanted to protest but the moment he slides a finger inside my eyes roll back. my body pathetically squirts all over his lap. he let's out a groan in surprise. "cumming this hard before i even fuck you?" my mind is too hazy to process the comment before feeling him shove my face into the sheets.

"we aren't done until i claim that womb."

sluts drink free

asking for a freebie is consent to be used

free drinks come with a little red wristband wrapped around them that goes on your wrist once you've finished the drink

you don't have to get any drunker than you want to be! people who want to fuck the drunkest sluts can just count the wristbands

(the bar makes money by kicking out anyone who isn't drinking every now and then, so non-sluts still have to buy drinks to participate)

anyway people can start groping and fucking you as soon as you've finished your first drink, but if you want more you can just stay at the bar and get fucked from behind while you're ordering and drinking them

no dress code but your clothes are probably gonna be soaked in cum at minimum so you may as well go in your cheapest, tiniest outfit

if you only want to be a little tipsy you can down a couple shots and then go lay yourself out on a table or hang out near the toilets waiting for someone to use you

alternatively if you're determined to pass out on someone's dick and wake up with unknown volumes of cum leaking out all your holes, go right ahead. one of the bar staff loves taking still life photos of unconscious sluts lined up along the bar with bottles plugging up their used holes to save on mopping time

(if a bartender thinks your actual health is in danger but you're still asking for more they'll just jerk off into a cocktail glass and feed you that so you can still get another wristband. you're too drunk to tell the difference so he's probably doing your liver a favour)

take off the wristbands when you're done and someone will call you a taxi (free if you let the cabbie use you on your way home)