Page 112 of Silent Damage

His eyes are huge, and his mouth is O-shaped. “Oh, that’s it!”

He rips my shirt down the middle. “Whoa,” I gasp.

“I’m tearing these clothes to pieces,” he grits out. “You’re walking back to that trailer naked, and everyone will know that you’re my butt-bro.”

“Not if I don’t let you,” I say, with a wicked grin.

“Ohhh, that does it.”

He flips me onto my stomach, presses his knee against my butt to hold me still, then tears the leg of my cut-off jean shorts all the way up to the seat of my pants.

“Holy shit,” I rasp as my cock hardens.

His hand lands hard on my ass. “See that? What did I tell you?”

“You won’t do it. You won’t get me naked.”

“Wanna bet?” he asks.

He rips the jeans across my ass, then tears it down the other pant leg, before pulling down my boxers and exposing my ass completely. He takes a cheek in his hand and squeezes it. “Nice ass, bro.” He bites into it, and I moan.

“Hmm, see? You like it, don’t you? You like it when your bro plays with your ass.”

I can’t speak—I’m just lying on the forest floor, moaning as Jason does whatever he wants with me.

He picks me up by my arms and pushes me against a tree. “Stick out that ass,” he orders.

I do, and he spreads my cheeks and spits on my asshole. “Look at that hole. That’s mine, isn’t it? Say it’s mine.”

All I can do is whimper as I hug the tree and listen to the filthy things he’s saying.

He slaps my ass. “Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I gasp.

“You slut—gave it up so easily.”

“Fuck you,” I spit back at him.

He stands and says, “Look at me, and open your mouth.”

I do, and he spits in it. My eyes roll back, and I growl while lightly punching his chest. “Do it, fucker. Be a man and breed me. Or can’t you do it?”

He sneers, his hand wrapping around my neck as he pulls his cock out of his pants and slaps it against my ass.

“You want this? You want your bro’s big cock in your tight butt?” he asks while pushing the head against me.

“Fuck yeah. Do it.” I can barely get the words out with his hand around my neck.

He releases my throat, and I look over my shoulder to find him pulling lube out of his pocket. “Where’d you get that?” I ask.

He shoots me a look, then says, “A fuckin’ store. Shut up and spread your ass open for me, slut.”

I do, because I’m loving every moment of this.

“You need a rough fucking, and I’m gonna give it to you.”

He drops to his knees again and drives his tongue into my ass.