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DIR By: S. Criminal
Date: March 8, 2024, 1:31 am
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As the last rays of the setting sun painted the sky a warm,
inviting shade of orange, Conker the degenerate, orange,
humanoid squirrel stumbled home, his fur matted and his tail
drooping listlessly. He had been on quite the bender, and it
showed. His tiny, beady eyes were bloodshot and glassy, and he
had to lean heavily on a rickety, wooden crate just to keep from
face-planting into the dirt path that led to his room-mate
Timmy's house.
The air was crisp and cool, a refreshing contrast to the noxious
fumes that still wafted from Conker's breath. He made his way up
the creaky wooden steps to the front door, fumbling awkwardly
with the key until he finally managed to unlock it. With a sigh
of relief, he staggered inside, kicking the door shut behind
him.
Timmy was waiting for him, a look of rage on his face.
"Conker, you stink," he growled. "You reek of booze and cheap
perfume. And look at the state of you! You're a mess!"
Conker glanced down at himself, wincing. He had forgotten how
bad he must smell and look. "Sorry, Timmy," he slurred, his
words barely intelligible. "Didn't mean to wreck the place."
Timmy grabbed him by the back of his neck and threw him into the
punishment room. He forced Conker to stand in a weight rack, in
front of a mirror. Timmy chained up Conker's wrists forcing his
arms to be suspended in the air.
"Now look at yourself," he growled. "You're pathetic. You're an
embarrassment to the whole forest. You think this is what a
squirrel should be like? Huh? Look at yourself, Conker. You're
nothing but a disgrace."
Timmy reached down, with his left hand he aggressively groped
Conker's manhood, with the right he groped Conkers round ass.
"Oh, and you call yourself a man?" he continued, voice dripping
with venom. "Look at you. You're pathetic. You're not even fit
to be called a squirrel, let alone a man. You disgust me. You
disgust yourself. And you dare to come home like this?"
Conker tried to speak, to defend himself, but the words caught
in his throat. He felt hot tears stinging his eyes, but he
refused to let them fall. He knew Timmy was right. He was a
mess. He was a disgrace. He was nothing but a worthless piece of
trash.
"Its time I gave you good spanking." He told the squirrel.
He turned around, grabbed a wooden paddle from the corner and
returned to Conker. With practiced ease, he positioned the
squirrel over his knee, pulling his shorts and underwear down to
his ankles. The cool air from the open window teased Conker's
exposed bottom, making him shiver.
"This is for disgracing the family name," Timmy growled, and
brought the paddle down with a resounding crack. Pain seared
through Conker's bottom, making him cry out in agony. Tears
streamed down his face as another blow landed, and then another.
Timmy's anger seemed insatiable, and Conker's bottom was soon a
fiery red, throbbing with pain.
"And this is for embarrassing me in front of our friends," Timmy
continued, his breath hot against Conker's ear. Another swing of
the paddle sent a stabbing pain through Conker's backside. "And
this is for being such a waste of potential." The blows came
faster now, each one more intense than the last. Conker's cries
filled the room, muffled by his own flesh.
The cool air from the window seemed to mock him, as if nature
itself were disgusted by his weakness. His bottom felt like it
was on fire, and his tears began to mix with the sweat trickling
down his face. He tried to wriggle free, but Timmy's grip was
like steel. He put the paddle down and forced Conker to stand
up, Timmy hoisted him up by his tail and began a viscous hand
spanking.
"You're pathetic," he growled, his voice vicious. "You're weak.
You're pathetic. You're nothing." Over and over again, Timmy
spanked Conker's bare bottom, each slap echoing through the
punishment room. "You're nothing!"
Conker's cries of pain became hoarse from the relentless
onslaught. His bottom felt as if it were on fire, every nerve
ending screaming in agony. He tried to pull away, to escape the
relentless torment, but Timmy's grip was like iron. He felt
helpless, useless, as if he were nothing more than a toy to be
played with and then discarded. His cheeks rippled with each
swat.
Timmy paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. He was
breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He
seemed to be drawing energy from Conker's pain. "You know,
Conker," he said, his voice cold and calculating. "I used to
look up to you. I used to want to be just like you. But now...
now I see you for what you really are." He paused, his grip
tightening on Conker's tail. "You're nothing but a worthless
piece of garbage. A disgrace to the forest, to our family name.
And I am ashamed to call you my brother."
Conker whimpered, his bottom throbbing with pain. He felt so
small, so insignificant, as if Timmy's words had stripped away
every last shred of dignity he had left. He tried to speak, to
defend himself, but the words caught in his throat. Timmy picked
up the paddle again, and with his free hand, gripped Conker's
dick, stroking him, while the paddle, hovered in front of his
penis.
"I'm gonna spank you with your own sperm." Timmy taunted.
Conker let out a whimper as Timmy's grip on his dick tightened.
He felt the heat in his groin intensify, and he knew that he was
close to cumming. But he also knew that Timmy wouldn't hesitate
to use that against him.Timmy continued to stroke him,
rhythmically, expertly, his other hand holding the paddle aloft.
"You want this, don't you?" he purred. "You want to cum all over
yourself. But you can't, can you? Not while I'm still here, not
while you're still my little brother." He gave Conker's dick a
firm squeeze, making him cry out in pain and pleasure. "You see,
Conker, you may think that you're strong, that you're in
control, but the truth is, you're just like everyone else.
You're weak. You're pathetic. And I can make you suffer for it."
Conker's hips bucked involuntarily, his body tensing as he felt
the familiar tightening in his groin. He tried to wriggle free,
but Timmy's grip was like a vice.
"No!" he cried out, the desperation in his voice palpable.
"Please, Timmy!"
"Cum for me maggot!" Timmy ordered.
Conker felt a powerful surge of pleasure and relief wash over
him as he released his hot, sticky seed onto the paddle. The
orgasm was intense, and he let out a long, shuddering moan as he
emptied himself onto the wood. His hips bucked wildly, and he
felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as Timmy continued to stroke
him, milking every last drop from his spent cock.
Timmy held the paddle up to Conker's nose, " Smell it." He
ordered.
Conker took a deep breath, the scent of his own seed filling his
nostrils. He felt a wave of shame wash over him as he realized
how easily Timmy had reduced him to this state. His bottom still
stung from the relentless spanking, and now his cock was drained
and hanging limply between his legs. He looked up at Timmy, his
eyes filled with tears, and he knew that his brother had won.
"Now I'm gonna spank you with your own sperm!" Timmy teased,
going back to gripping his tail.
Conker let out a yelp as the cool air hit his sensitive skin.
The pain was almost unbearable, but it was nothing compared to
the shame he felt. He had never been so humiliated in his life.
As Timmy continued to spank him, he felt like a worthless piece
of garbage. He tried to wriggle free, but Timmy's grip was like
a vise.
"You're such a pathetic little worm." Timmy sneered. "I can't
believe I ever looked up to you."
Conker couldn't help but wince as another stinging slap
connected with his already sore bottom. He tried to wriggle free
from Timmy's iron grip, but it was futile. His brother's
strength seemed to grow with every passing moment, while Conker
felt weaker and more ashamed with each spank. Conker's dick
jostled everytime the paddle connected with his bottom.
"You see, Conker," Timmy taunted, "your own body is betraying
you. Even your pathetic little cock is turning against you." He
gave Conker's dick a rough yank, causing him to cry out in pain.
The paddle came down harder now, striking Conker's tender flesh
with a sickening thud. The stinging sensation was unbearable,
and tears streamed down his face. He felt like he was on the
verge of losing control, of giving in to the humiliation and the
pain.
"You're nothing," Timmy hissed, his voice cold and cruel.
"You're less than nothing. You're a pathetic, worthless waste of
space." He spat the words out like venom, each one piercing
Conker's already bruised heart.
Conker felt like his body was on fire. Every inch of skin that
wasn't currently being battered by Timmy's paddle felt like it
was about to explode in pain. His bottom was raw and stinging,
and every breath he took seemed to send shards of agony through
his body. His cock ached where it was being yanked and twisted,
and he could feel warm trickles of blood and semen seeping from
his abused flesh.
"You know what?" Timmy suddenly said, pausing for a moment. "I
think I've made my point." He released his grip on Conker's
tail, but only to grab his hips instead. "Now, I'm going to
teach you how it feels to be the one who's used."
As he spoke, Timmy positioned Conker's still-limp cock at his
own anus. Conker felt a mixture of shock, fear, and shame wash
over him as his brother began to lower himself down. Timmy's
body engulfed him, and Conker's cock began to slide inside
Timmy's tight, warmth. Conker let out a muffled cry of pain as
his brother's muscles clenched around him.
"That's it, Conker," Timmy hissed, his breath hot against
Conker's ear. "Take your punishment like a good little bitch."
He began to rock his hips, slowly at first, but with increasing
force. Conker could feel his brother's cock growing harder
inside him, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before Timmy
would come.
As Timmy thrust deeper, Conker let out a moan of pain and shame.
He tried to pull away, but Timmy's grip was like steel. He felt
utterly helpless and exposed, his body being used in ways he
never thought possible. The pain was excruciating, but it was
nothing compared to the humiliation he felt.
Timmy's thrusts grew faster and harder, his hips slamming
against Conker's ass with brutal force. Conker could feel the
heat of his brother's body, could feel every inch of his cock as
it stretched him mercilessly. He felt like he was being torn
apart, like there was no part of him that wasn't in agony.
"That's it, Conker," Timmy grunted between clenched teeth. "Take
it all." His hand gripped Conker's hair, forcing his head back
as he continued to thrust. Conker could feel the blood rushing
to his face, feel the stinging sensation where Timmy's hand had
slapped him.
Timmy's hips slammed against Conker's ass, driving his cock
deeper and harder into Conker's abused body. He moaned and cried
out, his voice muffled by the thick carpet beneath them. The
pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the shame and
humiliation Conker felt as his brother took his punishment out
on him.
Conker's vision began to blur, his eyes filling with tears. He
felt like he was going to pass out, but he couldn't move,
couldn't escape. Timmy's grip on his hips and hair was like a
vise, holding him in place as he was used. The room spun around
him, the sound of their heavy breathing and the slapping of
their bodies melding into a cacophony of pain and despair.
Timmy's thrusts grew even faster and harder, his hips slamming
into Conker's ass with such force that it felt like his insides
were being ripped apart. He could feel the head of his brother's
cock brushing against something deep inside him, sending waves
of agony coursing through his body.
Conker's cries of pain and shame echoed through the room,
mingling with the harsh sounds of their bodies colliding. His
eyes squeezed shut as tears streamed down his face, his jaw
clenched so tightly it ached. He felt like he was going to die,
but he couldn't bring himself to beg for mercy. Not from Timmy.
Timmy's thrusts became erratic, his breath coming in ragged
gasps as he neared the end. His hips slammed into Conker's ass
with such force that it felt like his insides were being torn
from their moorings. The head of his cock brushed against
something deep inside Conker, sending waves of pain coursing
through his body. He felt himself begin to lose control, his
muscles tensing as his orgasm barreled toward him.
Conker felt a desperate surge of strength as he tried to push
his brother away, to escape the brutal onslaught. But Timmy was
relentless, his grip on Conker's hair and hips like steel. He
felt Timmy's body tense, felt the head of his cock throbbing
against his prostate as his brother's orgasm overtook him.
Timmy's hips bucked violently, his cock pulsing inside Conker as
he released his seed. The hot, thick fluid filled Conker's ass,
spreading through his insides like fire. He felt himself being
emptied, felt the last remnants of Timmy's orgasm pulsing
through him. As his brother's thrusts slowed, Conker slumped
forward, his forehead resting on the carpet, his body racked
with sobs.
The pain was unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the
shame and humiliation he felt. He wished he could crawl away,
disappear, forget everything that had just happened. But he knew
that was impossible. This moment, this pain, would be with him
forever.
He lay there, his body aching, his mind reeling. He couldn't
bring himself to move, couldn't bring himself to speak. The
silence in the room was deafening, only broken by the gentle
sound of Timmy's breathing as he slowly recovered.
Conker felt a hot tear roll down his cheek, and another, and
another. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it was
like swallowing a rock. His heart felt like it was being
squeezed in a vise, every beat a fresh wave of pain and shame.
He wished he could disappear, be anywhere but here.
Timmy finally released his grip on Conker's hair and hips,
allowing him to slump forward onto the carpet. His brother's
weight pressed down on his back, their entwined bodies cooling
as they lay there, catching their breath. The room seemed to
grow quiet, the sounds of their heavy breathing and slapping
bodies replaced by an eerie silence.
Conker felt like he was in a dream, unable to process what had
just happened. His body ached in places he didn't know existed,
and his ass felt like it had been violated beyond repair. Tears
continued to stream down his face, leaving wet tracks through
the dirt and grime caked on his skin. He wanted nothing more
than to curl up into a ball and disappear, but he couldn't bring
himself to move.
"Drunk piece of shit." Timmy said, leaving the room.
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