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paulyenvol6 · 3 days ago

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Made To Take It

Jackson!Joel x Jackson!Tommy x female reader

Okay so I'm definitely going to hell for this one. This is dirty, filthy, raunchy and SO thirsty, but I'm a slut for Joel and Tommy, I'm sorry. Enjoy these 13,000 words of (almost) pure smut and meet me in hell.

Contains: Oh lord, where do I begin... smut, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving and it's rough and messy af), fingering, degradation, humiliation, objectification, gagging, choking, boot riding, slapping, fat age gap (Joel and Tommy are in their 50s, reader is 24), sort of innocent kink, dacryphilia, mentions of somnophilia, dom Joel and Tommy (obviously), subby/whiny reader, everyone involved is a little drunk, dubcon (gonna put this here just in case because at some point reader is in pain and doesn't give clear consent), flirting, mentions of alcohol and cocain, use of words like bitch/slut/whore, descriptions of pain and discomfort, they're cumming over reader's breasts and face

Wordcount: 13,115

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Joel hated it.

He didn't exactly hate you, but he hated what you were doing. The words coming out of your mouth, your smiles and your sparkling eyes.

When he thought about it, maybe it was more about the things you made him feel than what you said, but it was much easier to blame you.

You didn't have to wear that tiny excuse of a skirt or that tight pink top that showed off every curve of your body in a way that made him want to bang his head against the table in front of him just to make those sinful images disappear from his mind.

He felt awful for even just thinking about you that way, a girl almost 30 years younger than him. But what made him feel even worse was when his eyes stayed on you for just a little too long. Long enough to glance at your beautiful legs and your waist and imagine what you would feel like.

Joel inhaled the air which was definitely too thin in here and searched for a window or a door to open. Just when he was about to turn to his left someone sat down in a chair to his right and he spinned around only to look into a pair of brown eyes that looked very much like his own.

"Tommy. Didn't know you were comin'."

Joel tightened his grip around his glass and then emptied it in one go. If he already felt miserable dreaming about you like that, he better be drunk at least.

"Didn't know you were comin' either. You alright? You look awful."

"Thanks."

Joel darted at him, the corner of his mouth lifting as he noticed the hazy veil in front of his brother's eyes that hinted at the fact that he wasn't entirely himself either. Tommy exhaled and then leaned back in his chair, his eyes staring into space, but then Joel felt an arm around his shoulders.

"Seriously, though, why the fuck you here? You hate this kinda stuff."

"Thank you for tellin' me what I like."

Joel pushed his hand away and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table.

"You pissed?"

"No," he growled, rubbing over his forehead with his hands that were cold from the icy liquid in his glas and hoped that it would calm his racing mind.

"Alright."

Tommy was quiet for the next few minutes which was why Joel eventually decided that from you, himself and Tommy, the latter was the least to blame so he gave him a conciliatory grin and toasted with him. That was communication enough and the two brothers silently watched the scene before their eyes until Tommy quietly chuckled.

"She's puttin' on quite the show, isn't she?"

Joel's heart jumped, his head throbbing as he tried to figure out who he was talking about and when he followed his little brother's gaze he almost choked on his own spit.

"Yeah, I guess," Joel nevertheless replied, trying to play it cool.

"She's an adorable 'lil thing though. I get why all these boys are head over heels for her. If I'd known her back when I was her age, god… the things I would've done just to get to touch those pretty legs for once."

"Jesus, Tommy," Joel hissed, rolling his eyes at his brother's light chuckle.

Nice one, Tommy. Not that he had needed it, but now he felt even worse.

"Fuckin' relax, Joel. Don't act like you would've been any different. Actually, she's more your type than mine. She looks a bit like… that one girl from music class in highschool, god what was her name again…"

"Georgia."

Tommy laughed out, slapped his thigh and then shook his head.

"Yes, Georgia. I remember her… That summer, I swear you were so goddamn useless. In your fuckin' room all day to practice the guitar to impress 'er… God… I would really like to know what happened to 'er."

Joel averted his gaze, looking down at his hands, which were resting on the table, and flinched when Tommy punched him lightly in the back.

"Anyway, the point is she's cute. But I swear to god, she's trouble. Just look at her. She's gonna break one heart after the other…"

Joel craned his neck back to look at the now familiar scene and felt his heart pound as he saw you whirling around, your hand gripped tightly by some guy's claws, as if he was afraid you would slip away if he let go. His fears were not unfounded because with a glance at the people around you it was clear that a number of guys seemed to be waiting for you to be free for a minute so that they could claim you next.

Goddamn stupid… Joel shook his head and dropped his gaze, but Tommy seemed invested now, an occasional chuckle leaving his mouth and his hand poking Joel's side when something of interest happened.

"Look, Joel. That one's out now." He giggled. "And look at his face… I hope he doesn't start a fight with that guy."

"Jesus… Can we stop now?" Joel grunted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Tommy on the other hand shrugged, but finally averted his gaze from you and your little crowd of admirers.

"Alright. Don't know what the fuck's wrong with you tonight, but okay."

"I just think we have better things to do than stare at her an' get involved in this fuckin' teenage drama."

Tommy frowned, took another sip of his whisky and then lightly thumped Joel's shoulder with his fist.

"You makin' me sound like a creep."

"Yeah. Goddamn right," his older brother scoffed, but with these words the topic was finally dropped.

The brothers started talking about work and soon ended up talking about the patrol they were due to go on the next day. Time passed and Joel finally felt the lump in his throat resolve, the tension in his body easing and his mind capable of thinking about something that didn't have to do with you.

But the redemption was short-lived. It was around 11pm when a shadow approached the two brothers who were deep in a conversation, which was why they only noticed you when you were right in front of them.

"Jesus fucking christ," Joel cursed, bringing his hand to his chest to calm his rapid heartbeat that had gone through the rooftop by your unnoticed appearance. Tommy giggled again, his breath thick with the scent of whiskey.

"Good evening, gentlemen," you said with a smile and propped yourself up on your hands on the table which caused your t-shirt to ride up slightly. Joel felt his breath catch in his throat and he had to force himself not to look at the thin strip of skin exposed by your careless action.

"Hello, gorgeous," Tommy grinned and his brother involuntarily rolled his eyes. It wasn't just that Tommy was naturally a much bigger flirt than he was, it got even worse when he was drunk.

"What you're doin' here all alone? Did your admirers leave you? Not such gentlemen, huh? Leavin' a pretty thing like you here so late."

You tilted your head, swung your weight from one foot to the other, and somehow it only made Joel more nervous.

"No. They'll be back. They're… gettin' some other drugs," you whispered with a blink of your eye and brought a finger to your lips, signalising the Miller brothers to keep it a secret.

"What?" it was Joel now who hissed.

"Relax. It's just a bit of coke, I guess. Nothing I can't handle."

Joel glanced at Tommy, who had a frown on his face, although he looked more like he was enjoying the game.

"You shouldn't take some drugs you can't identify and don't have any experience with," Joel insisted, shaking his head and straightening up in his chair like he was preparing himself to jump to his feet and personally prevent you from just going near those drugs.

"Yeah. That's why I'm gonna try it. So I gain experience with it."

The smile on your face had faded, and Joel definitely preferred the sweet glint in your eyes to the crease between your brows, but there was no way around it now.

"No, that ain't my point. You don't know these guys, you don't know what they have in mind and so you definitely shouldn't take anythin' they offer you."

"You don't know if I know them," you claimed, defiantly raising your chin, but Joel knew that he had hit a nerve. God… he could read you like a fucking book.

"Don't lie to me. You don't know 'em well enough to trust 'em like that. Tommy, you wanna back me here or what?" he asked, elbowing Tommy's arm. The addressed cleared his throat, looking as if he'd just woken up from a daydream.

"Oh yeah. I agree with Joel, you gotta be more careful, kiddo."

The pout on your lips intensified as you flashed your eyes at them, but Joel remained uncompromising.

"S'better for you that way," he whispered, his voice softer now.

"I don't even know why the fuck I'm listenin' to you," you growled as you pulled up a chair and sat down.

Joel's heart fluttered, his insides clenching with a strange combination that felt like a mixture of fear and excitement and his hands becoming sweaty.

"'Cause you're a good kid," Tommy chuckled and reached for a glass to his right.

"Are you allowed to drink that?" he asked, hesitating only when he already held the bottle in his hand.

"I'm 24," you rolled your eyes which earned you an approving nod from Tommy.

"Behavin' like an 18 year old sometimes though," he then grumbled as he forcefully put the glass on the table in front of you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked and defensively raised your hands.

"Means you're stubborn and don't listen," Joel joined the conversation, his teeth gritting when you narrowed your eyes.

"Yeah, as if you're not stubborn, Mr I-know-everything-better-and-refuse-to-change-my-mind-even-though-I-know-that-you're-right."

Joel exhaled, but felt the blood in his veins throb at your sweet laugh. That sweet laugh he sometimes heard at town meetings, when you giggled with your best friend, or when he passed you in the street, your arm intertwined with that of a friend or sister. But he hated the sound of it when you were talking with boys, immature foolish boys who certainly didn't know how to handle you, let alone deserved to hear your sweet angelic laugh.

But now you were laughing because of him or better about him and he liked that a lot better.

"I can admit when I'm wrong," Joel said, shrugging his shoulders and then frowning as Tommy to his right slapped him on the back.

"Oh no you can't, big brother. She got a point."

Tommy and you shared a smirk and although it felt like a kick in the stomach, he was just glad you were enjoying yourself after he and Tommy had robbed you of your night with your friends and their various drugs.

"Where did you leave your 'lil friend, by the way?" Tommy wanted to know, turning the whiskey glass in his grip as he watched you over the edge of it.

"You mean Nicole? She's sick. At home."

"Oh yeah? So you had no choice but to hang out with those little boys of yours."

You rolled your eyes, you lips forming a pout, but you looked amused rather than offended.

"I like hangin' out with them. They're funny."

"No, they're not. They give you attention. That's what you like 'bout 'em," Tommy corrected, a crooked smirk on his lips that made Joel slightly shake his head. Was his brother seriously flirting with you?

"That's not true," you said with a frown, spinning your own glass in your hand, but then putting it back on the table to rest your chin on your hand, and Joel felt his throat dry up at the adorable image. Your head was now tilted as your eyes darted between the two brothers, making Joel grit his teeth, afraid to give away how much your little gestures were affecting him.

"It's fine. A girl like you surely gets a lotta attention. S'okay to enjoy it. Everyone likes attention. Especially if it's positive."

You shrugged and dropped your eyes, glancing at Joel and Tommy's hands around their glasses, then up at them from under your lashes. Joel almost had to surpress a growl, his pants painfully tightening around his dick at your wonderful doll eyes.

Jesus Christ.

He had to control himself, but along with the effects of the alcohol in his blood he felt overloaded with feelings. You were so fucking gorgeous and the way you moved and occasionally bit your lip, the sweet pout on your mouth and now this submissive look… You were progressively killing him and Joel didn't know how much further you could go before he would have to leave. For his own good.

"Maybe I like it. I just don't like it when they try to impress me. They're so fucking predictable sometimes. But sometimes I play along 'cause it's funny."

"Oh sweetheart. You know it's not nice to play with those boy's hearts. Gonna break a lot of them if you go on like that," Tommy said, his voice more quiet and dangerous now and Joel squeezed his eyes shut trying to process what his brother was doing right now. He couldn't seriously flirt with you.

"Maybe I like that too," you whispered and brought a thumb to your lips to nibble at it. "Maybe I like the thrill."

Tommy folded his hands on the table in front of him and then leaned in until his mouth was close to your ear.

"Yeah, but maybe you'd like to be the one to be played with for once in your life… These boys seriously know how to handle you? Do they know what ya need?"

Joel closed his eyes, sighing deeply and bringing a hand to his temple to massage his pulse point.

"Tommy," he said, pulling his brother back by his arm, but he just gave him a stern look and then returned his gaze to you.

"I know you're a wild one," Tommy smirked and it only intensified when a mischievous smile appeared on your face, your eyes provokingly sparkling.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about…"

You crazy little thing actually seemed to enjoy this. Joel couldn't believe it. Of course he knew that you were a tease, he only had to open his eyes at the town meetings and count the number of different boys he had seen you holding hands with over the past months to know that you most certainly weren't shy with people of the opposite gender, but the fact that you seriously jumped at his brother's attempts to flirt with you? Joel was fucked.

"I think you do know what I'm talkin' about. 'Cause I think you need more than some teenage boy who's buyin' you flowers 'n' shit and think they can win your heart with it, huh?"

Suddenly Joel sensed a change in your expression, your eyes rounding and your smile fading, and as he turned to his brother he realised that Tommy must have put his hand on your thigh under the table.

Fuck. This was… Joel didn't even know what this was. And then the fact that you were wearing this dangerously short skirt which meant that Tommy had placed his hand right on your naked leg.

"You're a pretty thing," his brother continued like he was the most confident man in the world and Joel wasn't sure if it was the whiskey talking or if he seriously believed that he had a shot with you. Not just the fact that you were thirty years younger, but you had a line of worshippers only waiting for you to give them the faintest hint of a smile. Why would you want to let someone like Tommy touch you?

"Yeah?" you whispered, shifting in your seat and then sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. "You like what you're seein'?"

Neither of them paid attention to Joel right now and he didn't know if he was supposed to feel grateful or neglected.

"I do. Yeah. An' I like what I'm feelin'."

You giggled and moved closer to the edge of your chair, giving Tommy more access and then your teeth sank down on your lower lip when he reached the inside of your thigh.

"Jesus… you really are touch-starved. Your pretty boys give you attention but not enough attention to feed your desires, huh?"

You swallowed hard and then gave Tommy those pretty doll eyes again and Joel couldn't help but wish it was him instead.

"No, they don't. They just kiss me 'n' fuck me 'n' cum inside of me and then leave."

Joel's mind went blank.

You seriously hadn't just… He clenched his hands in fists, focusing on his breathing so you wouldn't hear his loud panting.

Tommy seemed surprised by the obscenity of your words as well, but was quicker to collect himself.

"Ohh you poor girl. So they don't know how to touch a pretty girl like you?"

"No they don't."

Suddenly Joel's little brother leaned back in his chair, slightly spread his legs and took the whiskey glass in his hand again.

"Think you should come with us then. Think you should let us show you how a sweet thing like you should be treated."

Us. Joel's heart skipped a beat or maybe even two as the word echoed in his head. It wasn't like Tommy and he had never done fucked-up things like that. At the height of their freaky past, they had fucked three or four girls they had picked up in a bar in a dirty hotel room only to sneak out at dawn, but Joel had believed this to be long in the past. Or perhaps he had misheard his brother. But then as you turned your gaze to him, he knew that he hadn't. He gulped at your beautiful innocent eyes that looked like you only now remembered that he was part of this conversation too.

"Is he in too?" you whispered and once again rested your chin on the palm of your hand, looking a lot more innocent and shy than you were. Tommy smirked at his brother's profile, putting a hand on his shoulder and slighty rocking his body.

"Hell yeah, he is. Right, Joel?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, was the mantra in his head although part of him figured that this was going wonderfully. All this time he had been pining for you, his eyes lingering on you far too long and your face involuntarily appearing before his eyes when he masturbated… and now you wanted to know whether he would join you and his brother? Or what if the opposite was true and you would refuse if Joel were to be part of it?

He hesitated, his eyes small but determined as he trailed his gaze down your flushed cheeks and he wished he knew what was going on behind that pretty head of yours.

"Would you like that?" he asked because he didn't know what else to say, but instantly regretted his choice of words. It didn't sound playful or flirty at all, especially out of his mouth. Tommy had always been better at this, he was more charming, more confident in what he was doing –

"I think I'd like that," you whispered and looked… Shy?

Joel's heartrate picked up, his throat so dry that he craved a glass of cool water, which might also serve to calm his overheated body, and he suspiciously observed your pretty face, now drawn with a mixture of curiousity and timidity.

"Then why don't you come with us, pretty girl?"

Joel would have liked to bang his own or maybe even Tommy's head on the wooden table because how could he be so straightforward, so direct. Where the hell did he take his confidence from? But before Joel could ask himself any more questions, you had suddenly risen from your chair, Tommy's and his eyes following you as you threw your hair back and adjusted your shirt.

"Alright. But you better not disappoint me."

The Miller brothers stood up as well and Tommy was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, gently yet firmly pulling you to the door of the church that was serving as the party location. Joel followed like a puppy, gritting his teeth and using his elbows to separate the crowd.

Outside, the cold wind hit him so intensely that it knocked the air out of his lungs and he needed a moment to get a hold on himself. The silence was a stark contrast to the noisy party, and the smell of alcohol, sweat and smoke that he had become so used to over the past hour was gone, too, replaced by the clean smell of wet grass and damp earth. Joel rubbed his hands together to warm them up and then lifted his head just as Tommy whispered something in your ear.

There was a sharp sting in his belly. Not one caused by jealousy, he believed. It was rather… a feeling of longing.

"C'mon, brother. Ain't got all night!"

"Yeah, I'm comin'," Joel shouted and then followed the two of you with fast steps. Big, doe eyes stared up at him as soon as he was close enough, and Joel felt his mind racing with excitement and nervousness.

"C'mon, now. It's fuckin' cold out here," Tommy complained and turned up his collar, but your eyes were still on Joel.

Why were your eyes still on him?

"Can I kiss you?"

The words didn't reach him at first, but when they did, they hit him like a mighty wave, and he felt as if he had just been knocked to the ground. He swallowed to fight the dryness in his throat, but then felt his fingertips tingle.

"Yeah?" Joel whispered, smirking to hide his heavy breathing. "You want that?"

You nodded and came a little closer and without glancing at Tommy, Joel leaned in to press his lips on yours. You tasted of whiskey and something sweet, but perhaps that was just the way you always tasted. The kiss was a little shy and curious, but it had something daring about it, Joel thought when you pushed yourself closer, your lips opening to give him access to more. He had brought his palms to your face, gently holding you in place while your tiny hands tugged at the hem of his jacket. When a quiet moan left your throat, Joel thought that he might lose it and ended the kiss just in case he would go too far, especially considering the fact that you were still in the middle of the street.

"I'm not watching for a second and the two of you really can't fuckin' hold back, right?" Tommy chuckled, but didn't look offended when Joel slid his arm around your waist and pulled you with him to head to his brother who was a few feet ahead.

The kiss had not only increased his desire, the warmth in his stomach now spreading throughout his body, it had also taken away some of his doubts. Maybe you actually wanted him; why would you have asked him to kiss you if you didn't?

Thoughts swirled and raced in his head as they took you to Tommy's, and Joel didn't listen to his brother's flirtatious attempts and your answers. He was just glad when the three of you finally walked through the door, his jeans tight and uncomfortable around his center and the burning desire to feel you having increased enormously since you had kissed him.

"Make yourself at home, darlin'!" Tommy said with a welcoming gesture to present you his living room.

You took a few exploratory steps towards the couch in the middle of the room, a pair of curious eyes following the paintings on the walls and the bookshelves until your gaze landed back on Joel.

"It's nice," you said, but something about the way you had said it made him think that you weren't talking about Tommy's home.

"Glad you like it. Bedroom is over there."

"Jesus fuckin' christ, Tommy…," Joel interrupted him and ran a hand through his hair.

"You really have no fuckin' manners. You wanna drink somethin'? Or you're hungry?" Joel wanted to know with a glimpse at you who giggled and looked boldly from one brother to the other.

"No, but thanks. I… I think I'd like to see the bedroom."

Joel gulped and had to stifle a sigh because, if he wasn't mistaken, he'd seen you blush. You had said the most obscene things in the middle of the party in front of everyone you knew and now you were blushing because you wanted to see the bedroom?

"Sure thing, hon. Just follow me."

Tommy determindely headed to the door and Joel found himself behind you, putting a hand to your waist with a pounding heart and then smirking when you peeked behind your shoulders and leaned in to his touch.

"Don't let 'im intimidate ya, sweetheart. He can be crazy. Especially when he drinks a lot."

You lowly chuckled and nodded, but then bit your lip.

"Don't worry 'bout me. I think I can handle it."

"Oh I think so too. You made it this far…" Joel squeezed your flesh and then turned his attention to Tommy who was standing by the bed, his eyes shamelessly wandering from your ankles up your naked legs to where your shirt tightly hugged your breasts and then to your face.

"You wanna get on the bed?" Tommy asked and placed his hands on his hips, his lips curling into a smug smile when the blood rushed to your cheeks again. "Don't ya get all shy on us now, angel. C'mon."

Joel and Tommy's eyes were burning holes in your back while you climbed onto the bed and sat down in the middle, your legs slightly parted and your eyes wide, eager and curious as to what was going to happen now.

"Good girl," Tommy growled, sat down on the edge and reached to his shoes to unlace them.

"Don't take your clothes off. Gonna let us unwrap you like a sweet 'lil gift," he then whispered and kicked his shoes off. "Joel, get the fuck over here. Need someone to take care of 'er while I undress. I know she's the kinda girl you can't leave alone for a second, huh?"

Joel made what sounded like a mixture of growling and laughing, but obeyed to his brother's demand, sitting down on the other side of the bed and connecting a hand with your cheek to cradle your head.

"Hey there," he whispered and bit the inside of his cheek when you closed your eyes. "Nuh uh… Eyes on me. At all times, alright?"

Your eyes snapped open again, and you gave a quick nod.

Jesus. You listened so well, seemed so eager to do as you were told and it looked like you were just waiting for him or Tommy to throw you around. Joel inhaled the tense air in the room and then removed his hands from your face only to grab the hem of your tight pink shirt.

"Gonna take this off now, okay? You good with that?"

A nod of your head told him to continue and he carefully pulled the fabric up your torso and then over your head, only to then toss it behind him without even watching where it landed. He was too distracted anyway. You didn't wear a bra and the sight of your bare breasts and stomach was almost unbearable.

"Goddamnit, you're beautiful," Joel mumbled and didn't even see your sweet smile as you followed his eyes traveling down your body.

"Look at that, Tommy," Joel said a little louder, but still refused to take his eyes off you.

Joel couldn't help himself; without waiting for his brother he cupped your breast, savouring the warmth in his palm and began to gently knead the flesh while his other hand lingered at your waist. Within seconds Tommy had moved to your other side and seemed to be eating you alive with his hungry, flashing eyes.

"Holy shit…," he hissed and then suddenly slapped your left breast that wasn't covered by Joel's hand making you yelp.

"God damn it, Tommy," Joel cursed and soothingly stroked your sensitive skin with his thumb. You whimpered when Tommy's hand came closer again, but this time he just touched you the way his brother did, his hand massaging your breast and occasionally squeezing it in his large palm.

After a while you relaxed again, your eyes almost closing before you remembered Joel's command and fixed your gaze on him and your limbs loosening as two hands took care of your chest. Their palms pressed into your flesh, fingertips tracing the swell of your breasts and when they rolled your nipples between their fingers from time to time, you whimpered or moaned, your own hand coming up to grasp theirs before they pinned your wrists to the side of your body.

Along with that, Tommy and Joel showered you with praise and compliments that somehow made you feel both proud and small. Maybe it was the fact that they were towering over your sprawled body or maybe it was just that they were physically stronger than you, but you felt yourself drift into submission the longer their hands remained on your chest.

"Pretty 'lil girl… Jesus, Joel… Look at her. Look how she bites her lips… Gonna bite them all bloody, babygirl," Tommy growled and then shoved two fingers inside your mouth without a warning.

Something about the two men talking about you like you weren't in the room aroused you so much, you felt dizzy. The whiskey in your system only added to the feeling of being drunk with pleasure and excitement.

"Suck 'em, yeah… Show me what a good girl you can be…"

His left hand left your breast as well and wrapped around your throat, applying light pressure which made your eyes round as coins while Tommy laughed at your stunned expression.

"Holy shit, didn't expect 'er to get all shy 'n' dumb in the bedroom… Just needed the hands of some real men on 'er body and we got 'er whining for us."

Now the older brother laughed as well and forcefully twirled your nipple which made you whince in pain, but it also enhanced the heat between your legs.

"There ya fuckin' go…," Joel hummed, twisting his lips and taking care of your other breast as well now that Tommy was busy with your mouth and neck.

Speaking of, he thrust his fingers in your mouth at a steady pace, making sure you glided your tongue around the digits and reminding you whenever you forgot.

"You'd like that to be my dick?" Tommy whispered, pushing deeper until your gag reflex kicked in and your eyes watered. "You'd like to gag 'round somethin' else? I know a slut like you would like that."

You choked and clung to his wrists, your nails scratching his skin as you desperately tried to fight the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. Without success, of course. Combined with the restriction of air from his hand around your throat, it became too much and you writhed under Tommy's penetrating fingers, jerking away had Joel not had you secure under his touch.

"No… no, uh…," the younger brother made and only pushed deeper, his deep brown eyes on you like a predator observing his victim. "You're stayin' right here. We only just got started, haven't we?"

He chuckled lowly and moved closer to you until his knee was right next to your arm.

"Careful, Tommy. Don't give 'er too much," Joel warned.

His brother grinned, hooking his fingers behind your lower teeth as he released his hand from around your neck, giving you a moment to catch your breath before he tightened his grip again, leaving you gasping as your lungs desperately craved a few steady breaths.

"Don't worry, she can handle it… Isn't that right, babygirl? You can handle it… Show Joel how you can handle it, pretty girl…"

You weren't sure if you could, actually. The sensation was overwhelming, so intense, that you barely even registered Joel's hands on your torso anymore which you regretted because his touch had been soft and beautiful despite his rough skin that was marked by years of heavy fighting and working.

You gurgled something that neither you nor any of the brothers was capable of understanding, but Tommy seemed to find it amusing because he pushed even deeper until he hit the back of your throat and you couldn't help yourself and buckled, your shivering hands desperately clutching his stronger and bigger ones and your feet kicking as a sign that it was too much. The crease between Joel's brows deepened and he put a hand on his brother's shoulder to get his attention.

"Enough, Tommy. I don't want 'er to get sick all over the bed or have 'er suffocate."

Tommy shook his head, the wry smile glued to his face, but actually listened to Joel and slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a string of spit connecting the pats with your mouth. You greedily inhaled, your chest heavily rising as there was finally enough air to enter your lungs and Joel was relieved as he saw your pupils focusing on him through the veil of tears.

"Good girl… Did so well for him," he praised and cupped your cheek, not minding the mess on it. You gave him a soft smile and Joel was just about to lean in to kiss you, but Tommy was already planning on how to take you next and interrupted the intimate moment.

"Fuckin' Christ, she already struggled to take two fingers… I'm gonna feed her my dick next, wanna see her cry 'n' gag around it."

Joel lightly tapped against your cheekbone, enjoying the view before Tommy took hold of your waist and pulled you to the edge of the bed.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, sinking down on the mattress to sit with his legs spread while you rushed to do as you were told.

"She's a fuckin' dream," Tommy growled with a glance at his brother, then unbuckled his belt in order to pull down his jeans and boxers.

"Get behind 'er, Joel, an' play with her pussy. I wanna get 'er real messy and fucked out while she sucks my dick so she won't fight so hard when I fuck 'er throat."

Joel shook his head in disbelief, but couldn't hide the amused smirk.

"So now I'm takin' fuckin' commands from you?" he chuckled, but climbed off the bed to stand behind you, his hands situated on his hips while he watched the scene unfold before him. You crouched at Tommy's feet, your gaze fixed on his hands, which had now freed his cock and were pumping his length and your own palms flat on the floor.

"'Course you are. If your 'lil brother asks so nicely…"

"I'm gonna let 'er ride my boot. I think we should make 'er work for it a little, mhm?"

Joel circled you, stroking your head which really made you feel like their pet and then sank down to sit next to his brother with a sigh, the mattress creaking under his weight.

"Open your legs, little one," Joel said and then pushed against his brother's arm. "Move a little. Needa get my foot under her."

Tommy complied, but grabbed a handful of your hair to move your head with him, keeping it close to his center. Your body was slanting now, your knees almost directly in front of Joel while your lips were inches away from his brother's throbbing manhood.

"Open your mouth. Wide 'n' nice like a good girl."

Fuck, you were scared now. Of course you had sucked dick before and had often made your boyfriends finish with your mouth, but you knew that this would be different. Tommy and Joel were different, the torment of his two fingers had shown that much. What if you wouldn't perform the way they wanted?

Still, you tried your best when you unlocked your jaw and parted your lips as wide as you could. It felt like your eyes were already stinging with tears although nothing had happened yet, but it didn't get past Tommy.

"Jesus, this bitch is already cryin'. Didn't even start yet…"

He wrapped a hand around his dick and guided the tip to your lips to smear his pre cum all over them while he held your head in place.

"You just enjoy cryin'? You enjoy tearin' up whenever things don't go the way you want 'em to?"

He teasingly inserted his tip into you, gasping softly when your lips closed around it and started to suck on it, but he didn't grant you much freedom, his grip on your hair tight and uncompromising.

"Check it out, man," Tommy hissed and although it was directed at Joel, you looked up as well, your pupils flickering between the two brothers.

"We got ourselves a perfect 'lil slut. Just look at 'er. Fucking hell…"

"Lift your hips a little," you now heard a slightly softer voice and automatically obeyed the gentle sound. Joel slipped his foot beneath you and positioned it so your clothed pussy was hovering right above the rough and creased leather of his boot.

"You're gonna be a good girl 'n' ride my boot, okay?"

Your watery eyes were now on the older brother, your pupils flared and your lids fluttering in panic. All you wanted was to be good for them, but what if you couldn't give them what they wanted from you?

"I-I don't know h-how," you truthfully whispered and yelped when Tommy pushed your head down his length to shut you up.

"Jesus, s'not a fuckin' science," Joel growled, pushing his foot up to apply pressure. "You just roll your hips and rub your 'lil clit against me, alright? You know where your clit is?"

That last part sounded more like a statement than a question, and finally you could nod your head in the affirmative and rejoice at the generous nod of Joel's head.

"Good. Just make yourself feel good. You're gonna need it to take our dicks in your 'lil pussy later so you better be good."

The blood in your veins throbbed at his words, the prospect of taking both brothers in your clenching hole arousing you so much, the view around you became blurry, but perhaps this was also caused by Tommy's cock that was now deep inside your throat. He was merciless when he made you take every inch, not giving you any time to adjust and then the next thing you felt were his balls pressed against your face and your stomach dangerously rumbling.

"Holy shit," Tommy panted, his nails painfully digging into your scalp. He ignored your retching and moaning, his head thrown back and his eyes closed like he didn't even notice the way your body resisted.

"She must be fuckin' kiddin' me… Look at that Joel, takin' every inch like goddamn whore. She was fuckin' made to suck dick."

Joel grinned and slowly moved his foot underneath you until he saw your body tense and the knew that he had touched your right where he wanted to. Then he gave you a sharp slap on your bottom, his dick twitching at your whimper, and tightly squeezed your flesh in his hand.

"I said I want ya to get off on my boot. You're gonna start movin' now I'll make you."

A cry went past your lips, which was muffled by Tommy's dick, but the words seemed to have reached your mushy brain because your hips began to shift.

"There ya go… Good girl… Just need a smack on your cute 'lil ass and you behave yourself."

Your lashes fluttered, your pussy clenching around nothing at his words, but Joel sensed it in the way your center pushed down against his boot with more eageness.

"Jesus, Tommy… She's gettin' off on this. She likes it when we talk to 'er this way."

"I know she does. She's a 'lil whore and I knew so from the start. The way she enjoyed all these boys lookin' at 'er… She's an attention whore even though she just wants someone to put 'er in 'er place," Tommy smirked and ran a hand down to your neck to threateningly stroke your skin almost like he was about to choke you again, but wanted to taste your fear a little longer.

"Yeah, you like that?" he whispered, grinning as he ran a thumb over the pool of wetness under your eyes that your tears had created.

"Like gettin' that pretty throat o'yours fucked while we talk you down? Like bein' a dirty set o'holes for us? An obedient 'lil pet? S'what ya are, mhm?"

His tip in the back of your throat twitched which caused you to gag and without Tommy's secure grip in your hair you would have jerked away from him.

"Not so fast," he growled and pushed you down even deeper as a punishment.

At this point you were a mess although it had only been around 20 minutes since you had entered the house. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, your whole body shaking and trembling in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your chin soaked with pre-cum and spit. Tommy didn't help matters by spitting right onto your face and laughing at the way his drool got stuck in your eyelashes, making it even harder for you to see.

"Fuck me… She's a mess."

You had stopped riding Joel's boot even though it had felt divine to rub your aching clit against the leather tip, but you had to concentrate fully on your breathing in order not to suffocate. Joel let you feel the consequences of your disobedience and delivered another forceful slap to your back that made you cry out around his dick and your head dropped, resting on Tommy's thigh while he still didn't let you catch your breath.

"Do that again, Joel," the younger brother said under breath and pressed your head against his muscular leg to keep you still while he moved the hair out of your face.

Joel suddenly stood up, made his way around your crouched body and knelt down behind you which unsettled you as you weren't able to see what was happening. At least it's Joel and not Tommy, you thought. Joel had been kinder to you so far, his hands more tender and careful and he had even restrained his brother when he feared that he was being too rough with you. You definitely had more trust in Joel, but still anxiously squirmed when you felt two large hands grabbing your hips.

"Hold still," Tommy grunted and buckled his hips, which caused you to gag once more.

Joel changed your position on the floor slightly, lifting your hips and forcing you down on all fours while pushing up your tiny excuse of a skirt. At this point you were so fucked out that you forgot Tommy's request and therefore squealed when his hand came down on your ass once more, leaving a sharp, cutting pain on your backside. Your back arched to flinch away from Joel, but he didn't hesitate to pull you back and press a hand to the small of your back right where it met the crease of your ass.

"That's right…," Tommy whispered and slightly pulled out of your mouth to listen to the delicious wet noise only to thrust back in, his eyes rolling back at the warmth your throat offered.

"She always whines so wonderfully when you hit 'er. Creates the perfect vibrations," he told Joel and pursed his lips when you coughed around his length.

"Aww, s'too much for you?" He pulled your head off his dick by yanking you back by your hair, allowing you to inhale so deeply that you had to cough again, which made the two men laugh. Joel hit you again, but somehow you were immune to it, instead struggling to calm your pounding heart and swallowing to fight your sore throat.

"Answer me," Tommy fizzled, shaking your head with his hand tangled in your messy hair.

Joel reacted too, slapping your pussy this time, and you closed your legs, whimpering softly as new tears fell from your waterline.

"Stop fuckin' cry 'n' use your voice," Tommy warned you and leaned down so his hot breath that smelled of whiskey brushed over your ear.

"I know ya can use it so well… I hear it all the fuckin' time when you talk with your 'lil friends, whisperin' an' flirtin' like a cheap whore."

"Yes," you sobbed and closed your eyes because by now your eyes were swollen and sensitive from all of your crying. "S'too much… Please."

You were surprised by how stable your voice was because the state of your throat was bad. It was dry despite the fact that Tommy had made a hell of a job wettening it with his pre-cum and hurt every time you swallowed. So you let the brothers know.

"Hurts. When I swallow 'n' when I talk."

You brought a hand to your neck to show them where it ached and then shrieked when Tommy slapped your cheek.

"I see," he then purred, gently stroking your hair like he hadn't just smacked you across the face and wiped away some of the tears.

"Joel, take her wrists. Can't have 'er 'lil hands get in the fuckin' way all the time."

You didn't know what was happening but when Joel grabbed both of your hands, taking them in one large hand and pinning them on your back you just knew that you felt helpless. You whimpered, unable to complain vocally, and moaned as you saw Tommy's hard dick dangling dangerously close to your face again. This time you couldn't even support yourself with your hands on his legs or the floor and had no control over what was happening as he fed you his dick again, your head resting sideways on his thigh.

"Yeah. That's right… She's amazing, Joel. You should try it out next," Tommy growled, rolling his hips at a steady pace now to thrust in your throat which you definitely preferred over the previous assault because that way you always had a second to inhale fresh air despite his punishing speed.

"I don't know, I really wanna feel 'er pussy. I just know that she's fuckin' tight," Joel lowly chuckled and then parted your knees again to slide a finger through your folds.

"Jesus… she's soaked. You were right, Tommy, she likes this shit."

The younger brother smiled broadly and slapped you lightly on the cheek a few times, your watery eyes flinching each time his hand touched your skin, but when he was finished he rewarded you with a short pause to catch your breath.

"Bet she does. 'Cause she's a slut. Always all innocent and polite, but actually a filthy greedy slut. Shoulda known by how she dresses up."

Your skirt was still tangled around your waist and he gave the fabric a firm tug to move you closer to his center while you nearly lost your balance, your hands still trapped by Joel's. But they had you securely in their hold, Tommy's hand keeping your head snug against his thigh and Joel's hand firm on your hips so your weak knees wouldn't give in.

In the meantime he had started to rub your clit through your panties, finding great joy in watching you squirm and arch at the tight circles he drew around your little pearl and slapping either your pussy or your bottom every now and then when you expected it the least. Your head was spinning with pleasure and pain because the friction against your clit drove you wild, his finger so precise and skilled, but then there were your knees that hurt so much you just wanted to cry.

They were bruised and sore, the hard floor beneath you doing nothing for them and you wished you could ask Tommy to fuck your mouth in a different position even though you didn't believe he would do you the favor. But maybe Joel would? It didn't matter anyway because you were unable to speak, your mouth pliant and open for Tommy to wreck it and he did. You preferred what he was doing to you now to what he had done five minutes ago, but that didn't mean this was easy. He wasn't careful or gentle with you, using your throat like a tool or just some worthless hole to receive pleasure from and he wasn't shy to choke or slap you when you resisted. By now it wasn't just the lower half of your face that was coated with spit, tears and pre-cum, but the wetness was dripping down to his thigh your head rested on as well. Tommy didn't mind though. He would make you lap up every last drop anyway.

"Shit, I'm fuckin' close," he panted and as your mushy brain understood the words and you were already preparing yourself for his load, he suddenly stopped and pulled you off his leaking dick. You must have looked surprised because Tommy chuckled and brushed his thumb over your hot, flushed cheek.

"Don't ya worry, babygirl. You're gonna get my cum later. Just haven't decided yet where I'm gonna put it. How can I, if I haven't even seen you 'lil pussy yet?"

Tommy pulled at your hair, making you raise your head from his thigh and then slapped you across your breasts that were already sore and red from the previous treatment.

"Let's fuck 'er," he then said to Joel, who gave your pussy one last slap directly on your clit and then removed his hands from your core.

"Oh no, wait… I almost forgot," Tommy lowly chuckled and cupped your chin, watching you until your big, misty eyes were focused on his face. He gave it a firm squeeze and then pointed to his thigh.

"You see the mess you made, babygirl? Who's gonna clean it all up, huh?"

You sniffled and darted down to where a mixture of various bodyfluids were glistening on his hairy thigh and then looked up to him again.

"What you're waitin' for, mhm?" Tommy grinned and expectantly watched you. "It's not gonna clean itself up on its own."

You slightly nodded before lowering your head and then lapped up the wetness covering his leg. It tasted musky and metallic, but first and foremost salty. It wasn't the worst thing you had ever had on your tongue, but you weren't exactly a fan of it either so you were relieved when you had finally licked his skin clean and proudly raised your head to show Tommy the result. You had expected praise or perhaps an affectionate brush over your cheek, but he just gently slapped your face and then sighed out.

"There ya go…" With a glance at his brother Tommy stood up and now you finally paid attention to Joel again. While you had been busy cleaning his little bother's thigh he had undressed as well and now your pussy clenched at the sight of his broad shoulders and chest and the hair on his stomach that was a little greyer than Tommy's thick black strands. He still wore his jeans, but you liked what you were seeing so far and unconsciously pressed your thighs together.

"How are we gonna take 'er?" Joel asked his brother, smirking as he felt your eyes on him and leaning down to cradle your head while meeting Tommy's gaze.

"On 'er back. Don't think she's gonna handle bein' on all fours. Can barely even hold 'erself up like this."

He was referring to the way you crouched at Tommy's feet because after their rough treatment your limbs felt so heavy, your knees hurting at the slightest contact and your arms too weak to support your weight.

"Alright," Joel shortly answered and then, without the slightest hesitation, leaned down to slip his hands under your arms and lifted you in the air like you weighed nothing. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his hips and nestled your face against his neck, inhaling his scent that smelled of smoke and leather and whimpering when he let go of you way too soon.

Joel had carefully tossed you onto the bed, well-aware that you were too weak to catch yourself and now the two brothers were standing on either side of the bed, observing you so intensely, you would have felt embarrassed in any other situation.

"She found a likin' in you," Tommy grinned and put his hands on his hips.

"Yeah? That right?" Joel whispered, returning the smirk and then followed you on the bed. With deliberate and strong hands he parted your legs, revealing what hid in between to his brother with a hungry sparkle in his eyes.

"See that, Tommy? Perfect fuckin' pussy…"

Tommy joined the two of you on the bed and you felt the heat creep up on your face as both men stared at your most intimate and vulnerable body part with such a naturalness and confidence that you couldn't help but look away.

"You wanna taste her?" Joel said, gliding his thumb through your slit just like he had done earlier and then lazily drawing it over your clit, looking so calm and relaxed as if it was just a secondary task.

"Nah, I don't think so. Needa feel 'er."

Joel pressed his tip of his thumb into your clit causing you to moan, but neither of them paid any attention to you.

"You think she can take it though? Without cumming before we fuck 'er?"

"Hell yeah. Look at 'er, she's soaked." Tommy parted your pussy lips, licking over his lips at the milky liquid leaking from your quivering hole.

"Yeah, but she seems tight. Maybe we should prepare her with our fingers at least."

His younger brother rolled his eyes and suddenly his hand came down to your pussy, the blow landing with a wet, gloopy thwack that echoed against the walls.

"Now she's well perfused. She can take it. Just watch it."

"Jesus Tommy… I just don't wanna split 'er apart."

Joel's eyes found your face, which looked somewhere between excited and a little frightened and his expression softened, a hand sliding down your arm until he squeezed your wrist and felt his heart flutter at your shy, yet curious smile.

"You think you can take it, babygirl? You're not a virgin, are ya?"

"No," you replied. "I wanna take it. I can take it, I swear."

"There ya fuckin' go… You're worryin' too much. She said it herself, she can take it. Now either fuck her or move to the side."

Joel exhaled in annoyance, shaking his head, but pushed Tommy's arm away.

"I'm gonna fuck 'er. And you stop pissin' me off, alright? Jesus."

Joel grabbed the inside of your thighs and spread them wider, his breath hitching as your pussy lips parted to reveal your pink, wet entrance that was probably sore from the spankings, but looked so soft, he would have shoved his tongue inside you, if Tommy hadn't been so eager and rushing. He jutted out his lower jaw and placed a hand on your belly while his other began unbuckling his belt. Your eyes followed his movements, a restricted longing moan leaving your throat as he shoved down his jeans, the bulge huge under his boxers.

"Shit, the 'lil bitch is drooling at you," said Tommy, his body vibrating with laughter as he sat down next to you and gave your breast a firm squeeze.

"She prefers me," Joel smirked and ignored the way his brother shot arrows at him with his eyes.

"You do, babygirl, huh?" Joel then whispered, his dick free now and your eyes round as coins. Joel was thicker than his brother, but not as long and didn't possess the same curve as Tommy's girth.

"Look at me. He surely likes the attention, but eyes on my face, alright?" His voice was low and rough, but there was something soft about it that made you fully trust him. While Tommy seemed hot-heated and wild, Joel had a natural dominance about him, but also a protective and caring side that made you believe that you were safe and taken care of. Even now when the fat tip of his cock was so dangerously close to your dripping entrance and looked so huge, you feared that the sting would be unbearable, you knew that Joel would take care of it.

"Yes," you breathed and ran your eyes over his clenched jaw.

"Don't worry, Joel, I'll take care of 'er in case she forgets to be a good girl," Tommy joined the conversation and propped himself on his elbow, his hand petting your head which made you feel even smaller.

"You're ready to take my dick again, little one? I'll give you a few minutes so we can enjoy your pathetic 'lil squeals and sobs and the terrified look on your face, but then you'll go right back to work, suckin' my cock like a good girl."

Tommy laughed about the sheer terror on your face, but Joel couldn't find it in himself to join, instead shaking his head and feeling grateful that he got to be the one to open you up first.

"Shut the fuck up, Tommy. You're scarin' the shit outta her."

"That's the plan, man," Tommy replied, pulling back your lower lip only to have it snap back with a plop.

Joel frowned, hoping that his brother would get the warning from the serious look on his face, but it seemed that he was too distracted by playing with your breasts and lips to give a fuck. Therefore Joel decided to ease your nervousness by gently cradling your head and securing his grip on your waist.

"Don't worry, hon. I'm not gonna go too hard on ya. Just need ya to relax for me and let me in, alright?"

You softly nodded and although your eyes remained wide, you loosened slightly underneath him and it only improved when Joel started rubbing your clit again.

"Yeah, sweetheart… Knew you could do it, just relax for us…," he purred and then glared at his brother. "Gonna fuck her now. Hold her shoulders in case she squirms away."

Tommy gave him an agreeing grin and then buried his fingers into the flesh of your shoulders, pinning you down and kissing your temple while Joel began to slowly ease his tip into you.

"Relax, baby… Yeah…," Joel cooed you, his grasp on your hips firm and rigid so you had no chance to avert his large dick.

Of course it hurt. He was thicker than any cock you had ever had inside of you and even though you were soaked, your walls wet and sticky from your arousal, the burning sting brought tears to your eyes and your instinct was to jerk away. But Tommy was prepared for your resistance and unwaveringly held you down while Joel claimed your aching pussy to the whole.

"Hurts," you choked and buckled your hips away, pressing yourself into the mattress as if you could escape his large dick that way.

"I know it does…," Tommy whispered in your ear and grabbed your hands that were around Joel's wrists, your nails scratching over his skin in an attempt to find release as the pain made your mind dizzy. He took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them down above your head so you were completely helpless.

"Hurts... oh god..." you repeated and a heartbreaking cry left your trembling body, prompting Joel to continue his circles around your clit.

"It's alright. It's gonna be better, babygirl, just try 'n' relax 'round me."

Your body convulsed in pain, your breathing heavy and unsteady and your face grimacing whenever he went an inch deeper. But somehow you made it. Somehow you endured it and then Joel was inside you to the brim.

"Look at that…," Joel made, his voice thick with pleasure and contentment and brushed your hair that was wet from your sweat and tears out of your face until he looked into a pair of hectic and squinting eyes.

"You took it all, little one… So brave 'n' good for us… Wasn't so bad, was it?"

You didn't know why, but you shook your head. It had been bad. It had hurt like hell, but now that Joel was so deep inside of you, his dick filling you so intensely that you literally felt him everywhere in your body and his mouth producing those sweet and kind words of praise, you didn't care anymore. You lived for these tender phrases even when the brothers were talking about you like you weren't in the room or like you were too dumb to understand them. You just wanted attention, maybe that was the core of it all and you had a feeling Joel and Tommy knew better what worked on you than yourself.

"Holy fuckin' shit, Joel, I don't know what you did to 'er, but teach me," Tommy laughed in disbelief and threw his head back while his hand holding your wrists down relaxed a little.

"Tearin' her apart on your dick and she's so fuckin' close to thankin' you for it."

Joel crookedly smiked, but his eyes remained soft and warm. Maybe that was what you liked so much about him, his brown eyes that radiated comfort and safety even when he was degrading you. It made you think that he actually cared about you and didn't just use to dump his seed into you like his brother certainly did.

"I fuckin' know. That one definitely has some issues," Joel chuckled and changed the positions of his hands, tracing his hand from your neck down to your tummy where he squeezed your flesh and then rested his right hand on your waist and his left hand right next to your boob on the side of your body.

"Please," you whispered and cried out when Tommy rolled your nipple between two fingers.

"Stupid fuckin' slut…," he cursed and then slapped the already reddened swell of your breasts.

"Fuck 'er brains out, okay? She don't need 'em anyway. All she's good for is bein' a 'lil fucktoy. Don't go soft on 'er, alright, Joel, I wanna see some pretty tears on those cheeks."

Joel exhaled and slowly pulled himself out of you until only his tip was inside and then slammed back in, making you flinch and whince in pain.

"Can you please stop tellin' me what the hell I'm supposed to do? I'm gonna fuck 'er the way I want. You can have 'er when I'm done and then you can do whatever fucked up things you want."

You writhed with the space the two men were granting you and softly wailed, his words only vaguely and with some delay fighting their way through your hazy mind.

"Fuckin' Christ, Joel. Don't know why you're so sensitive… You like that 'lil whore, don't you?" he then grinned, dropping his piercing gaze to examine your fucked-out frame.

"Goddamnit, no, I don't. You can do whatever you like to 'er, I just want you to stop tellin' me what I'm supposed to do and lemme do with 'er as I like."

Tommy shrugged and began pumping his dick while staring at your chest.

"Alright. Do as you like. As long as you don't wear her out too much and I can still fuck 'er after you're done."

"Don't worry, I think she's also pleasant to look at when she's asleep," Joel wryry grinned and forcefully smacked the side of your ass which made your eyes pop open.

"Oh no, I want 'er awake when I fuck 'er. Wanna hear her 'lil moans and whines and not fuck a lifeless frame. Where's the fun in that?"

Tommy's large hand cupped your chin and tilted your head, forcing you to bend your neck so the tip of his dick was hovering right in front of your lips.

"Open. Wide."

When you didn't immediately react, Tommy spitted right in your face and this time the load landed on your nose and upper lip.

"I said open."

Joel was fucking you at a steady pace, the pain almost entirely vanished now and his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust which made it hard for your eyes not to flutter and for your mind to remain fully there, the prospect of just lying flat and still and giving yourself to Joel's deep pumps too seductive.

But you managed to part your swollen lips and immediately tasted the salty and familiar flavor on your tongue. Now that your mouth worked again your eyes had fallen shut which wasn't to their pleasing. They slapped your body almost simultaneously, Joel hitting you on your ass and Tommy on your cheek and a loud whine was muffled by Tommy's length.

"None of that, babygirl. We talked about it, haven't we?" Joel commented and connected his thumb with your clit.

"Just got one fuckin' job. Keepin' those pretty legs spread and your eyes and lips open an' we're pleased."

Although Tommy was now thrusting his cock into your mouth, you were looking at Joel, which filled him with a primal and profane satisfaction. Who would have thought that you would like him so much, even after he had obviously caused you so much pain by entering you with what was certainly not enough preparation? A thought flickered in his head, a pleasing and delightful one that Joel didn't even dare to finish, too scared that he was fooling himself. But what if you had liked him before? What if you had dreamt about him the way he had or even just spent a few more minutes a day thinking about him than any other of the men in Jackson? You certainly seemed to like him and Joel could sense that in more ways than one.

Not only did you not break eye contact with him for a second, but he could swear that your hands would have been searching for his bare skin if they hadn't been trapped by Tommy. His younger brother was kneeling right next to your head, his left knee pinning your wrists to the bed while his right touched your neck every time he thrust forward to bury himself deep in your throat.

Joel continued for a couple of minutes, savouring the warmth and tightness of your pussy while brushing over your trobbing swollen pearl until he just couldn't restrain anymore and cleared his throat.

"Let go of 'er hands, Tommy," he growled and gently traced your side boob.

"Why," his brother barked, gripping your head so you couldn't move while he steadily rolled his hips, the tip of his dick grazing over the inside of your cheek. "Don't want 'er 'lil hands everywhere. Wanna keep 'er still."

"I'll take them," Joel insisted and bit his bottom lip at the way you greedily swallowed, struggling as Tommy's manhood twitched in your mouth and once again triggered your gag reflexes.

"C'mon, Tommy."

Eventually he gave in and raised his knee so Joel could reach up and grab your hands to clamp them against your stomach, softly applying pressure while your pupils once again franctically danced over his expression until your lids twitched and tears appeared on your waterline at his brother's punishing pace in your mouth.

"Easy…," Joel soothed you and lightly touched the side of your neck to calm your trembling and jolting. "Don't fight it. It's gonna be better if you let it happen, babygirl."

Broken sobs and whimpers left your throat, but you tried to listen to Joel's advice and opened up wide for Tommy who triumphantly smiled at the wet sound that was created when his dripping dick slid past your lips.

"Good fuckin' girl… Jesus, you have to try it as well. She's goddamn amazing." He laughed and it was a high, hollow sound. "Look at how she's takin' it all. I don't want 'er to do anythin' else from now on but suck dick. Every guy on this planet should try her at least once."

The brothers exchanged a satisfied glance before Tommy reached down to your mould to slap your sensitive skin.

"How's her pussy? Seems to be tight, mhm?"

Joel tilted his head at you, flicking your clit to the side to elicit more of those muffled moans that he was convinced weren't caused by pain at this point, and then inhaled deeply.

"A goddamn dream. Most perfect pussy I've ever had. Could've sworn she was a virgin… Maybe all her boys just have tiny dicks and that's also why she can't fuckin' handle all this."

Both men erupted into a rich, resonant laughter, deep and husky like the distant rumbling of thunder and it rang in your head in the most arousing way. Who would have thought that you would like this kind of treatment? Not that you were the most experienced person in the world, but you certainly had tried yourself out with different boys, but none of them had even just lightly slapped your ass. The sex with them was vanilla and soft and frankly, a little boring. Definitely nothing in comparison to this. This was a thrilling, sensational, captivating experience and even the occasional discomfort and pain made your head spin in a way you had never experienced before. They talked you down like you were a dumb pet, like you merely served for their pleasure and they tossed you around like your feelings didn't matter at all and somehow it turned you on so much, your pussy clenched around Joel every few seconds which didn't go unnoticed by him.

"She's squeezing me so tightly, Tommy. Fuckin' Christ, she's lovin' this. What a slut," he groaned and chortled when you flinched at his hand coming down on your clit.

"Let's switch," said Tommy suddenly and pulled out faster than you could process, your mouth agape even long after he had removed his length. All of your senses worked a little slower than usual and you could only silently watch as Tommy crawled to kneel next to Joel, who sighed at the loss of body contact as he pulled out of your other hole as well. Now was the first time in a while that you were free to move, but you noticed that you were too exhausted and tired to lift a limb.

You could just lay still, your heavy lids fluttering and your stomach twisting with a mixture of longing and overstimulation while Joel took his place next to your head where Tommy had previously kneeled and the younger brother situated himself between your parted legs.

"Now she'll learn how a real man fucks," Tommy hissed, his face drawn with amusement, and caught his brother's eyes that rolled at his comment.

"Very funny," Joel said and then tapped his tip against your bottom lip.

You were a little frightened because you had already learned that he was even thicker than Tommy, but you calmed yourself with the thought that Joel didn't enjoy your suffering half as much as his brother. Or at least he looked out for your well-being and made sure that he wasn't giving you more than you could handle.

"Open those sweet lips, angel," he whispered almost like he only wanted you to hear these words and then glided his tip in just in the same moment as Tommy entered you in one go. You were prepared for it by Joel's thick girth, but the stretch was still prominent as he was far from being careful with you.

"S'okay… Just give it a moment, sweetheart," Joel soothed your yelp and just like Tommy had previously done for him, held you down by pressing a hand on your collarbone.

Tommy soon started moving and split your pussy open with deep and forceful thrusts that each pushed you up against the bed, but Joel made sure he kept you in place for his brother. He patiently waited until your breathing calmed down and your heavy panting went evenly and then once he believed you to be ready, started moving in your mouth too. Not that his way of feeding you his dick was in any way comparable to Tommy's. Joel allowed you to use your tongue to twirl it around his shaft rather than deepthroating you and you found such a liking in it that you even had enough strength to bring a hand to his base and hold on to his dick while bobbing your head around him.

"Yeah, you're bein' such a good girl…," Joel praised which made your heart pound with pride and you put even more effort into stimulating his dick in a way that would make him shower you with sweet words and pet names.

"See, Tommy? As soon as she has a real nice dick in 'er mouth she makes an effort."

Tommy grabbed your ass, nails painfully digging into the flesh of your ass and shook his head.

"No, no, no… She's just a cockslut who can't get enough. You're a pussy for lettin' 'er take control though. Should fuck 'er throat until she can't talk 'n' cry 'n' breathe. The moment she sobs, you're doin' something right."

Joel gently traced your hairline, his eyes on you, who seemed like you were deeply concentrated as you looked at your hand pumping his dick while your warm lips repeatedly slided up and down his length.

"Think she hasn't cried enough yet?" Joel chuckled and blindly reached to cup one of your breasts.

"Never," Tommy replied and then the next few minutes were filled with silence except for the sound of Tommy's hips crashing against yours, his balls slapping against your folds and the smacking noise that was created by your mouth drooling all over Joel's dick.

That was until a deep grunt left Tommy's mouth and he gripped your hips so tightly, you cringed under the touch.

"I'm gonna cum soon," he said under breath and ran the back of his hand over his forehead to wipe away the pooling sweat.

"Me too," Joel answered, his heart pounding loudly in his chest and his insides clenching and contracting every time the tip of your tongue touched his sensitive glans.

"You're gonna cum on 'er face? I'll mark 'er tits then."

Joel nodded absentmindedly, his thoughts racing and his throat completely dried out while he approached his orgasm in a record breaking amount of time and then suddenly wrapped a hand around his shaft, pulled out of your perfect warm mouth and pumped himself right above your face.

"Jesus… Oh my fuckin' god…," he growled and the next thing you felt were ropes of sticky, warm cum spilling onto your face.

It mostly landed on your chin, lips and cheeks, but you were still glad you had closed your eyes because the salty seed would surely have burned in your eyes. While you licked over your lips to have a taste of his cum, contently listening to Joel's moans and curses, you felt a hand groping your breast with such a force your body arched under Tommy's grip, but he was merciless as he squeezed your flesh in his palm and then, ignoring your painful whine released as well. He came all over your breasts and the feeling of the warm liquid spurting on your chest was an unfamiliar one, but not an unpleasant one.

"Holy fuckin'…" Tommy didn't finish the sentence because he dropped his head to his chest, breathing loudly and pressing a hand to his heart while he let go off his flaccid dick and sank back to sit with his thighs touching his calves.

Silence filled the room again and it allowed you to calm yourself a litte as well although you hadn't orgasmed. You swallowed a few times to do something about the burning sting in your dry throat and then found a more comfortable position by rolling on your side and bending your legs.

You hadn't even noticed that you had turned away from Joel until a large hand took hold of your knee and moved you to lay on your back again. A pair of brown eyes examined your face for any sign of discomfort, his hand stroking up and down your leg and his breathing still coming in harsh bursts while you coughed a few times.

"You alright?" Joel wanted to know and for some reason the concern in his eyes made your pussy throb.

"Yes," you softly whispered and then your gaze dropped to where he supported his weight on his palm, your hands quickly reaching for his wrist which made him grin.

In the meantime Tommy had sat down on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his sweaty hair and now peeked over his shoulder only to laugh at your painted body.

"I gotta take a picture of this," he said and lazily, his feet dragging over the floor, headed to a shelf, grabbed his camera and walked to the edge of the bed.

"Smile, babygirl," he chuckled and took a picture of your fucked out form that was beautifully decorated with both of their cum, Tommy thought.

"Dirty slut," he additionally murmured and then put the camera back on the shelf.

"Jesus…," Tommy sighed and began picking up his clothes from the floor while Joel was busy drawing soothing circles on top of your thigh.

"I'm hungry. I think I'm gonna head downstairs. You wanna come too? We can clean up this mess later," he then claimed referring to the dirty bed sheets and perhaps to you as well, but Joel shook his head and darted at you.

"I'm gonna make 'er cum, too. She deserves it."

His brother lifted an eyebrow while pulling his jeans up his legs.

"Mhm, okay. You need my help?" Tommy laughed, but Joel moved his head again.

"No, it's alright. You go and eat. We'll join when I'm done here."

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