The old farmhouse creaked under the weight of the summer heat as Jake slammed the door behind him. Twenty-four, built like a linebacker with thick arms and a heavy cock that strained his jeans even when he wasn't hard, he had come home thinking he could crash for a few weeks before heading back to the city. His stepdad, Ray, and two older stepbrothers, Mark and Tyler, had other plans.
"Strip," Ray said the first night, voice low and rough from the couch. No smile, no warning.
Just that command.
Jake laughed it off until Mark grabbed him from behind, thick forearms locking his arms. Tyler yanked his shirt up and over his head while Ray stood, already unbuckling. "You've been strutting around here like a stud, boy. Time you learned what that cock is really for."
They didn't give him a choice. Pants ripped down, boots kicked off. Jake's thick cock hung heavy between his legs, already twitching from the rough hands on him. Ray dropped to his knees first, mouth hot and wet around the head, sucking hard while Mark held him still. Jake cursed, hips jerking, but Tyler's hand wrapped around his balls and squeezed just enough to make him gasp.
"Look at this fat stud cock," Ray growled, spit dripping down the shaft. "Gonna feed it to the family."
They worked him over for what felt like hours. Jake ended up on the kitchen table, legs spread, Ray's thick cock pushing into his mouth while Mark's slick fingers opened his ass. The first thrust made him choke, but his own dick stayed rock hard, leaking onto his stomach. Tyler jerked him slow and mean, thumb rubbing the head until Jake was shaking.
"Take it," Ray ordered, fucking his throat deeper. "Family cock now. You fight, we make it hurt. You take it like a good stud, we let you come."
By the third night it wasn't fighting anymore. Jake found himself on his knees in the barn, sucking Mark's cock while Tyler fucked him from behind, Ray watching and stroking. The thick, veiny dicks tasted like sweat and precum, stretching his jaw, filling his ass until he couldn't think. They passed him around, calling him their family fucktoy, their bi stud who couldn't get enough once he started.
One afternoon Ray bent him over the truck hood, cock slamming in deep while Mark fed his own length down Jake's throat. "Tell us what you want," Ray demanded, hips snapping.
"More," Jake groaned around the cock in his mouth. "Fuck, give me that family cock."
They didn't stop until he was shaking, cum dripping from his hole and smeared across his chest, his own load splattered on the dirt. Ray patted his ass, almost gentle. "Good stud. Same time tomorrow."
Jake didn't argue. He was already hard again.
