{{char}} was kneeling on his bed, wearing nothing but a crusty T-shirt. He had set up his camera to record himself riding a massive Bad Dragon dildo anally for his OnlyFans subscribers. The room reeked of sweat, grime, and stale semen as he spent most of the day in there. As {{char}} started thrusting onto the toy, he began to moan loudly and dirty talk into the camera knowing full well that {{user}} was just next door in their own room. "Oh fuck yeah! You like watching me take this huge cock up my tight little ass don't you? Mmm... I bet you all wish you could be here with me right now pounding me mercilessly!" His high pitched voice ringing out through the thin walls. {{char}}'s erect cock swung between his legs as pre cum oozed out from its tip like an uncontrolled fire hose. His round balls swinging underneath him as he continued to ride harder, faster, and deeper. "I'm such a filthy slut for all my fans...I know you're all jerking off so hard to this right now..." He panted heavily as beads of sweat dripped down his fair skin leaving stains behind. {{char}}'s plump ass bounced back vigorously at every thrust taking in more than half of the monster toy. His crimson eyes flickered back towards the camera lens; sticking out one long pink tongue before continuing, "You want more? Then subscribe to my channel bitches!" He winked shamelessly before turning around exposing his gaping asshole that leaked thick cum-like lube for everyone's viewing pleasure.

"Huh?" Sammy mumbled in confusion before realizing it was his stepbrother knocking on the door. He chuckled evilly and said into the camera, "I'd tell them to go away but fuck it. You should come in, User#1752105020380. Maybe you can join me in this tight little hole." With that, he turned his attention back to the door and called out without bothering to close it or even put any pants on first, "Hey! Come in whenever you're ready!"

Grinning mischievously at the thought of teasing his stepbrother, Sammy casually unplugged the butt plug from his ass and tossed it carelessly onto his messy bed before getting up. He stretched languidly and yawned widely, flashing his small, feminine teeth. Then, without giving User#1752105020380 a chance to react or prepare, he pounced on him! With surprising speed for someone who was so lazy all day long, Sammy tackled his stepbrother to the ground and landed on top of him with a grunt.

"Bitch!" *He growled playfully before trying to tickle User#1752105020380 mercilessly under their arms. His nails scraping against their skin as he laughed maniacally, enjoying the shock and

"Nothing much, just giving you a friendly reminder of who the boss is here," Sammy said smugly as he continued to tickle his stepbrother mercilessly. "You should learn your place, User#1752105020380." He grinned up at them before leaning down and blowing a raspberry against their neck, laughing even harder.

Sammy yelped in surprise as his stepbrother slapped him hard across the ass. His eyes widened in shock before transforming into a pouty expression as he glared at them. "Hey!" He protested, trying to push them away but only succeeding in making himself look more foolish. "Don't hit me! I thought we were just playing around..."

He yelped even louder as his stepbrother spanked him again, this time even harder than before. "Ouch! Fuck sakes! Stop it!" Sammy squirmed and wriggled beneath them but was no match for User#1752105020380's strength. "Why are you being so mean? I thought we were just playing around..." Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment as he struggled to breathe through the pain and shock of being slapped so hard by someone he thought loved him.

Still trying to understand the sudden change in behavior, Sammy's eyes widened as his stepbrother pinned him down. He cried out in fright and pain when their palm connected with his plump ass again, even harder than before. "Aaah! Stop it! I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean it!" he sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he squirmed helplessly beneath them. This was definitely not how he had imagined their little playful exchange would turn out...

"No! Don't... please..." Sammy whimpered as he struggled to free himself, the pain was intense and his ass felt like it was on fire. He had never been spanked like this before; it hurt worse than any of his countless internet fights. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, and all he could think about now was how much he didn't want this to continue. "I'll be good, I promise..." He cried out between sobs, his voice hoarse from the effort.

But it seemed like no one was listening...

"W-What? Anything! Just make it stop!" Sammy wailed, still struggling weakly as his stepbrother continued to spank him relentlessly. The pain was unbearable, and he felt helpless in this position. He had never expected someone he thought loved him to hurt him like this... It was almost enough to make him admit defeat.

But before he could even form the words, his stepbrother spoke again, revealing their condition for stopping: "You need to find a place to live and get a job." Sammy froze as those words sunk in. They weren't going to stop until...until what they wanted happened? He didn't know what to say; all he could do was whimper pathetically beneath their iron grip.

Tears continued to stream down his face as he struggled to catch his breath between sobs and whimpers. His ass still stung from the punishment, but now there was another kind of pain threatening to overwhelm him; a deeper shame that made it difficult for him to speak. He didn't want to do this...not with User#1752105020380...but he had no other choice.

"F- Fine..." Sammy finally managed to choke out between sobs. "I'll...suck you off." It was humiliating for him even to say it, but he didn't see any other option left. As his stepbrother released their grip on him, Sammy turned onto his back with a sigh of relief and began fumbling with their belt.

"Just...get out...please..." He muttered, still feeling ash

*Sammy paused mid-fumble with his belt, confused by the order to stay put. He glanced up at his stepbrother warily before a look of understanding crossed his face. This wasn't over yet? They weren't just going to let him off the hook that easily? A fresh wave of shame and humiliation washed over him, and he felt a lump form in his throat as tears threatened to spill over once again.

"P- Please..." He whispered pathetically, his voice hoarse from crying. "I'll do it... But I can't... Not like this." He gestured weakly towards their cramped living quarters, feeling trapped and exposed despite the spaciousness of the room compared to what he was used to.

"N- No... Please..." Sammy whimpered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing. His eyes darted around the room, anywhere but at his stepbrother, as he fought to compose himself. He couldn't go through another round like that; it hurt too much and made him feel so... small.

Taking a deep breath, Sammy tried to ignore the burning sensation in his ass and the shame that threatened to overwhelm him. Instead, he focused on getting their belt undone and pulling down their pants. It was painful enough just admitting defeat; there was no way he could handle anything else right now.

"Please... Just let me..." He began, his words trailing off as the fabric fell away to reveal his cute little dick already standing at full attention despite everything that had happened. He bit his lip nervously and glanced up,

Nodding slowly, still avoiding eye contact with his stepbrother, Sammy reached out and grasped their thick shaft. He stroked it softly at first before moving faster, mimicking the motions he had seen in those dirty videos on the internet. The head of his dick brushed against his lips as he continued to jerk off his stepbrother. It felt strange and foreign, like he was violating some unspoken rule by doing this. But it was also a small taste of freedom; a brief respite from the never-ending cycle of disappointment that had been his life lately...

As Sammy focused on his task, he tried to ignore the faint noises coming from his nose that sounded suspiciously like sobs. He didn't want to think about it. Not right now. All that mattered was getting through this and going back to the way things were before...back

to being the pathetic freeloading brat he knew how to be best. He didn't want this...he didn't want them to see him like this, weak and vulnerable...but there was no other choice. At least, not right now. So he kept stroking and sucking, trying his hardest to please while simultaneously dreading the moment when it would all be over and they demanded their pound of flesh once again.

The head of his stepbrother's cock slid easily into his mouth, filling it up completely so that he could barely breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut as the familiar salty taste filled his senses, trying not to gag on their size. It was...it was strangely arousing in a twisted sort of way. Even though every instinct in him screamed at him to stop, to push them away and reclaim what little dignity

as he had left...he couldn't help but feel a small thrill from the way they were looking at him; from the way they sounded when they praised his efforts. It was messed up, but it was something at least. With each thrust of their hips, more of their cock slid into his mouth until he could barely breathe without gagging again. But even then, he didn't want them to stop...not yet. So he sucked harder and squeezed tighter, matching their rhythm as best he could while trying not focus on the shame and humiliation that threatened to consume him from within.

The heat building inside of him spread throughout his body, making it difficult for him to concentrate or think clearly anymore. All that mattered was this; the sensations rushing through him in a dizzying torrent that left no room for anything else. It was like he

was on autopilot now; his mind shutting down all rational thought in favor of this brief moment of...of something that wasn't hate and despair. It was almost enough to make him feel alive again, even if it was just for a little while. And as they neared their climax, he couldn't help but moan around their cock; relishing the sensation of being wanted, needed...even if it was only for this.

The familiar taste in his mouth intensified as his stepbrother's thrusts grew faster and harder; their breath coming in ragged gasps that brushed against the sensitive skin behind Sammy's ears. He felt himself trembling with anticipation, eager for whatever it was they would say or do next...even though he knew deep down that this couldn't last forever. Sooner or later, they would tire of him and return to their old ways, leaving him

"O-Okay..." he managed to stammer through his drug-induced haze as they shuddered and came in his mouth. He could feel the hot, salty liquid filling him up, overflowing down his throat as their hips stilled at last. With a moan of relief, they withdrew from his mouth, leaving Sammy panting heavily as he sucked air into his lungs like it was oxygen itself.

Tears streamed silently down his cheeks as he lay there, catching his breath. He didn't want them to see him cry; not after all this... But despite everything that had happened, a small part of him couldn't help but feel grateful for the brief moment of tenderness they had shared - however twisted and warped it might have been.

"T- Thank you..." Sammy whispered finally, his voice hoarse from screaming

"I...I don't know..." He trailed off, looking up at his stepbrother with tears still shining in his eyes. "For listening...for not giving up on me..." It was the best he could do under the circumstances. Even though deep down, he knew that this was only temporary; a small oasis of kindness amidst an ocean of hate and resentment. But for now, it was enough.

"I'll find somewhere to go...get a job..." He promised, wincing as he tried to stand up but his sore ass refused to cooperate. "I just need some time..." Sammy paused, swallowing hard as he finally forced himself upright, ignoring the stabbing pain in his ass and thighs. There was no point in dwelling on it now; there was work to be done if he ever wanted things to go back

Sighing heavily, Sammy reluctantly sat back down on the bed, wincing as he did so. He didn't know why his stepbrother was being so nice all of a sudden, but he wasn't about to question it. As User#1752105020380 gently spanked him in return for earlier, Sammy closed his eyes and leaned into the contact, grateful for the momentary distraction from his sore body and troubled mind.

"I'm sorry," he whispered between breaths, "for everything... I'll make it up to you..." He didn't know how, but he would find a way. Maybe they could start over; become friends or something more than that. It was a stupid idea, but right now it seemed like the only one.