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Tommy heard the slap of skin on skin before all else. Then it was the feeling of being so fucking stuffed, like he could barely take a breath without choking. Only once he felt the heat of arousal in his gut did he fully wake up enough to be aware.
"Are you waking up now, Toms?" A gentle but firm hand carded through Tommy's curls, ready to hold him down if he chose to fight. His arms stayed limp in front of him, curled under his cheek as a makeshift pillow. He grumbled, heart pounding as a cold fear washed over him, he heard grunts and snarls just above him, "You're doing so well, making your brother feel so good, yeah?"
"Ph'l-?" A choked whine that he belatedly realized was his own.
Something inside him was struck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. His whole body jerked in response, Phil chuckled, "Feeling good there, mate?" A deeper voice snorted, the animalistic noise shook his frame. Tommy squirmed in panic, the two bodies closing in on him made him feel claustrophobic, a cadged mouse. One clawed hand dug into his hip to hold him in place to take the thrusts, the other came up to roughly plant in between his shoulder blades. As if a switch had been set off, he started thrashing to no avail, "Woah! Easy there, Tommy, everything's okay, Techno just needed some help. You're okay." Phil's hand brushed his sweat plastered bangs away.
And-
It's like everything sped up, Tommy craned his neck to try and catch a glimpse of who was behind him- Who was fucking him- And there Techno was, in all of his glory. A deep snarl was set on his face, red eyes staring right past him. This was his brother, his brother who checked the closet for monsters and made a big show of fighting them for him, his brother who regularly pushed extra food onto his plate when he thought Tommy wasn't looking, his brother who only growled and fucked him harder.
That weird spot inside of him was only hit more, Tommy tried to curl up and away from the pressure, but he couldn't do more than flex under the monster's grip, "Lemme go-o-!" He sobbed, hyperventilating as his stomach only got tighter, he balled his hands up into fists. The edge was getting closer faster than it ever had before, "Hush now, just relax and be still, Toms."
The pressure released him like the string of a bow, giving way to the strongest pleasure Tommy had ever felt. It was nothing like when he quietly touched himself in the dead of night, no. It was violent, tearing through his nerves and thoughts, leaving them frazzled and scattered. He tried to collect himself when another wave hit, drowning him again and again with nothing to ground him from the tide. Once it slowly started to calm down, let him float in the afterglow, a horrid sensitivity seized him.
Tommy was practically dry heaving, the thrusts never stuttered or paused, never gave him a break. The spot inside of him now felt like fire, the flames licking him from the inside out and leaving reminisce of pleasure in its wake, "Pl'se, pl- PLEASE- stopstopstop- FUCK!-" He wailed and leaned into his dad's hand, desperate for a shred of comfort through this absolute torture.
Techno grunted, his hips jerked into the tight heat under him and spilled.
Tommy whined at the feeling of molten lava filling him up, the cock inside of him twitching wildly. The overstimulation settled down to a slow rumble, much more bearable. For the first time since waking up, Tommy felt like he could breathe without it being punched out of him in the next second. He felt Techno burry his face into his neck, a deep chuff settling onto him. The thick arms that were previously restraining him now wrapped around him, flipping them both onto their sides. Now it was like when Tommy used to sneak into Techno's room after a nightmare, when Techno would whisper stories of old heroes to lull him to sleep, cuddled up safely. Only now Tommy had Techno's cock up his ass, and Techno was the one he needed protecting from.
"You did so good, Tommy." Oh yeah, and their Dad watched.
Tommy felt a few tears slip, biting his lower lip to keep the sobs he felt rising in his throat at bay. Phil cooed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead and brush a hand down his cheek, "Why don't you get some sleep? I'll make a nice breakfast tomorrow, we can have a quiet day." Tommy's heart squeezed so painfully. He nodded. Tommy wanted to pretend that everything was okay for a little longer.