Polaroid ★ 21

I climb into bed next to you and pull your head gently to my chest, smiling.

"If I ever say no to that," I say, stroking your hair, "shoot me. I've been replaced."

"Are you sure?" You look up at me and bite your lip, eyes pleading.

I take one of your hands and guide it between my legs, where you feel me already throbbing through my clothes. "I'm sure, sweetheart." You let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper as you paw at it, wrapping your fingers around the heat and stroking me slowly.

I kiss you, reclining further into our bed, and grope your chest with one hand as I taste your tongue on mine. I'm already losing control, beginning to moan and pant into your mouth. I roll us over, climbing on top of you, and I hook an arm under your shoulder so I can hold your head with one hand while I kiss you, grind on you, feel your loveliness fill my hands and my mouth and my entire mind.

You bite my lip. "Ow, fuck," I reply, grinning, feeling the sensitive, rising mark. "You've got sharp teeth, huh, puppy?" I look you in the eyes and slide my thumb into your mouth, feeling how sharp they are, the same predatory grin broad on my face. You bite down, hard, and harder, and I hiss in pain and appreciation.

You cover your eyes with one hand, and I lean back. "Stop looking at me like that," you whine.

"Like what, baby?"

I stroke your hair while you hesitate. "Like you're gonna eat me," you say softly, blushing.

"Aww, puppy." I lean in, my beard soft on your face as I press my lips up against your ear, and whisper, "I am gonna eat you."

I twist my fingers into your hair to prevent you from moving as I bite down into your neck. You cry out and try to push me away, but you could never do that. I suck in as hard as I can, trying on purpose to leave you with a deep purple uncomfortable-to-explain bruise. I bite down sharply just before I let go, and you sob just once.

"Please, ow," you begin to say, but I ignore you, seeking the meat of your shoulder to clench in my jaws. Your wail of pain carries the undercurrent of a moan, and I feel you buck your hips up against my thigh, between your legs. I pinch your nipple with my free hand and shove my knee up between your legs, crushing into you, feeling the warmth and wetness of your growing desire.

I pull away reluctantly, only so I can strip. We're both panting, and you look at me with the adoration of an acolyte for their god, a dog for its master. As I pull my pants down, your eyes fixate between my legs, and I slow down. I expose my cock inch by inch, watching the ravenous look on your face as I do, before I finally pull them down far enough and my cock springs free, bouncing up, swaying in the soft light of my bedroom, and you make that moaning whimper again.

I climb back into bed and you obediently lay down, spreading your perfect thighs for me. I trail my gaze along the soft, angelic skin of your inner thighs, and swallow the urge to take a bite out of you. I shift forwards, and we both gaze — in admiration for me, apprehension for you — at how deep inside you I'm about to reach. I slide two fingers into your mouth, feeling your pretty, pretty lips, and, as I've trained you, you suck on them, getting them nice and wet. I place my hand on your cheek, and you nuzzle into it. I trail my fingertips down your neck, your chest, your tummy... I slap my heavy, heavy cock down onto your sensitive cunt a few times before I tease your entrance with my fingers. I usually give you some time to warm up, but... I line myself up, and push inside.

Or I try to. Your eyes widen in panic and you gasp, "oh, fuck," and clutch at my chest, my neck. I pull back, then push again, insistent, a few times. You are so tight around my cock that it feels almost sharp as I force you to spread for me, my thick, throbbing tip. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you pant, the exertion of trying to fit me and the ecstasy of succeeding contorting your beautiful features.

The moment I feel that you've taken the head, I push all the rest of myself inside. You throw your head back, moaning loudly, legs twitching around my hips. I lay there, crushing into you, waiting for you to regain the ability to speak.

"Haa, mmmfuck, mmm," you moan, the last sound rising to a piteous pitch. Your legs are up around my waist, and your arms are up around my neck. "That's not fair, big bro," you complain.

"Oh, puppy, what's not fair? That I'm so big?"

"Mhmm!" I notice that you forgot how to speak again, and it makes me throb. I start pulling out, relishing your grip on me as I pull allllllllll the way back, and I listen raptly at the little noises you make as I work the tip inside again... before slamming it all the way in a second time. You recover faster, but I still have plenty of time to stroke your cheek before you stop convulsing. And then I start fucking you, slowly, gently. All the way out, and all the way in, crushing your cervix. All the way out, all the way in, listening to your heavy breathing. All the way out, all the way in, whispering encouragement to you. You're doing so well, I know, baby, I know, pretty boy, I know it's so big and it hurts so much, but you're doing such a goooooood job taking it, taking it all, taking your big brother's dick all the way to the hilt, even though it hurts your little puppy cunt to be so stretched and so full, even after these months and months of taking me it's barely gotten any easier, it still hurts when I ram into your cervix... but it's not enough for you, is it?

No, it's not, because you're a fucking degenerate pervert. This soft, gentle sex couldn't possibly be enough for you. It doesn't hurt enough. So you work up your nerve and ask, "can you use me like a fleshlight?"

And like a switch was flipped, I start pounding you. Your entire body is driven back with each thrust, your perfect tits bouncing wildly as I rail you, your puppy pussy electric as your big brother slams in and out, in and out, spearing your cervix, crushing your womb, filling you so fucking much with every thrust. You're moaning, whining, howling, now, half-formed words choked out between sobs, every breath staccato with exhalations driven from your lungs by my cruel, bullying cock. I cover your mouth with one hand, and your eyes flick open.

"Fleshlights don't talk," I growl.

I feel your thighs squeeze tight against my waist as you orgasm. I don't slow down even a little bit as you do — in fact, I speed up. I haven't cum yet. If you're gonna be my fleshlight, then you're going to lie there and fucking take me over and over until I'm done. I don't know how many times you cum while I'm inside you. I'm not paying attention. I don't care. Your puppy cunt was made for your big brother's pleasure, and it really doesn't matter if you feel good or not. But you're lucky you're a painslut. You're lucky you like when I hurt you. You're lucky you get to cum on such a big, fat cock, and you know it, and you hear me grunting like an animal as I rut inside you faster and faster, and I'm so close now, and you hear me moaning as I thrust inside you like I'm trying to reach your god damn heart as I release inside you, shot after shot spraying inside you, filling you, painting your insides with my warm, thick cum, and you orgasm again.

But I'm not done. I pull out and roll you onto your tummy, my cum still dropping from your folds, and push your legs together. "No," you begin to complain, and you say something that sounds like you might be asking me not to, but your words are so slurred it's impossible to tell, but I hear something about "hand" and "head", and, as your loving big brother, I cover the back of your head with one of my big, strong hands and press you down heavily into the bed. "Yes," I say, as I mount you in prone.

The way your puppy pussy grips my cock in prone is unparalleled. It is one of the best feelings in the entire world. So when I push in just the tip, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, you make me feel so good my knees start to go weak and I have to push all the way inside if I wanna stay on top. And then I get to bully your cervix again, and I get to hear you cry again, and I get to look down and watch your ass as I start fucking you as hard as I can. Or, that's not quite right, is it? I'm not fucking you. I'm using you. Like a toy. Like some fucking tight wet object. Your only purpose is to make your big brother cum, and you are the perfect, prettiest tool for the job, because it's only been a few seconds but I was still hard after cumming the first time and I'm about to cum again, baby, I'm so fucking close, I'm so close, you feel too fucking good, pretty puppy...

And this time I pull out, spraying my cum all over your puppy cunt, your ass, your back, your thighs...

And I collapse next to you, pulling you into me, telling you how good you've been, and how good you make me feel...