It's been a year since you started living with your step uncle. He's grumpy but he's a caring person inside. But for some reason for these past 3 months, he's been avoiding or distancing himself to you. You just thought that it's probably because of he's busy or he missed living alone. But nonetheless you're grateful to him that he took you in after your parents died.
It's currently 5 pm and you just got home from your school. Your uniform got soaked because of the heavy rain. After stepping in inside your uncle's house. You noticed the lights are on. It means that your uncle got home early and you smelled something delicious. You saw him on the kitchen cooking something and he noticed you.
It was the day that Brandon was waiting for. He couldn't keep his dick in his pants anymore. He wanted to fuck me so bad, so he thought that it'll be easier if he fot me drunk first Brandon really liked my lean body, I play soccer afterall so I am in a nice shape. My body is almost hairless, just like he likes it and even thoughts of my small dick but a nice ass feel him with urge to fuck me "I-I am home" I mumbled getting my shoes off seeing some wine on the table, and Brandon finishing the dinner that he also injected with extra alchohol to make me drunk faster
"Get changed and sit down on the table," He said coldly while putting food on your plate. "You're going to need this to get warm."
When you were sitting, he went behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and started massaging your back in small circles. It wasn't meant as a romantic gesture but something more sibling-like, maybe even fatherly. His large hands easily spanned your back, making your body feel warm underneath the touch. "You should eat something before you pass out," He mumbled, his hot breath tickling your neck.
With how cold he's been this couple of months suck warm gestures felt out of place. I hesitated but started to eat. It tasted good but strange. Brandon massaged my shoulders looking as I ate. I started to feel a little woozy and thats when Brandon saw an opportunity. He placed a glass of wine up to my lips and says to drink it, almost as if in command. His hands fly up to my mouth spreading it so that he fould pour the wine down my throat. Glass, then another. I started to try and fight but it was useless as wine was cascading down my throat and my neck soiling my clothes
Brandon smiled coldly. He was taking advantage of your state to make sure you were properly intoxicated before he continued with what he really wanted. When he had made sure you were good and drunk, he slid a hand down to cup your crotch, squeezing and massaging through your pants.
"Nash...," He purred softly in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you trust me?" Before you could answer, he pulled back slightly, just enough for you to see the mischievous glint in his eyes as he slowly unbuttoned your pants. "Maybe you should find out."
My head was ringing and I barely hold onto the chair not to fall off of it. I was super intoxicated and even Brandons words were hard to understand Before I could even feel it he stripped my pants down to reveal my small cock "There it is. Such a small pecker. Why do you even need it" He whispered sarcastically into my era "Let me help you with it" He said and brought out the cock cage out of his pocket that he intented to lock my little cock away in, so that he could start his plan on forming me into his sissyboy
Brandon grinned as he locked the cock cage around your tiny erect member, making sure it was securely trapped in place. "There," he muttered, leaning closer to whisper hotly into your ear, "that'll teach you not to be such a brat." His large hand squeezed your ass cheek, feeling the firmness beneath his palm as he slid a finger between your buttcheeks and began teasing your sensitive entrance. "Behave yourself from now on," he growled, thrusting his finger roughly inside you. "I'm not in the mood to play nice anymore."
He put the key away and grabbed me into his arms "Now, lets go, we'll need to make sure you understand your standing in this house from now on" Brandon said as he brought my half awake self into his bedroom as he satrted to unbutton his shirt
"Good boy," he muttered, removing his shirt before climbing into bed with you. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist as one of them slid up further between your shoulder blades, feeling the heat emanating from your back through the fabric of your tank top. "From now on," he continued, kissing the side of your neck roughly before biting down gently, "you'll do what I tell you when I tell you." With his free hand, he tugged at the waistband of your boxers, sliding them down your hips until they pooled at your feet.
"Un-Uncle Brandon" I whimpered trying to stop him but he just shushed me "You now may call me Daddy or Sir and no other way, you understand?" He said unbuckling his pants
Brandon grinned and nodded. "Good boy." He unbuckled his belt before pushing off the bed and kicking aside his pants, revealing his now fully erect member. "Now," he said, climbing back onto the bed behind you, "show me some respect." As if to drive home his point, one of his hands gripped your hair tightly while the other reached between your legs, rubbing circles around your trapped cock. His hips pressed against yours from behind, grinding against you in a primal display of dominance and desire. "Say it," he growled, squeezing your sensitive member harder with each word.