Instinct tells me to get up and try to wrestle the knife away from him, but the very second he sees the fight in my eyes, he grabs a fistful of the boy’s hair and pulls his head back, placing the blade against it.
“Do you really want to do that? Now? Before we’ve had fun?” he asks with a slight bounce in his stance and that fucking grin on his face. I sit back down on my bare ass and watch the blade carefully. Not only is it the largest, it’s also the sharpest, and even the slightest pressure will draw blood.
“Now let’s play, shall we?” he says, violently shoving Vaughn back to his knees. “I know you’ll like this because of how badly you wanted to take care of that fucking thing. So spread your legs again for me.”
I’m crying at this point. There’s no more reason to be brave when I’m so sure I know what he’s going to do to me.
“Feel that?” he asks Vaughn, rubbing himself against the side of the boy’s face. “That’s what happens when your balls drop. Ever happen to you before?”
Vaughn tries to move away from Pater, who promptly reaches down and grabs a fistful of his hair again.
“I guess not. It’s okay, you’re not gonna need a hard dick for what I want you to do,” he says with a chuckle. “Now, let’s start, and if you bite me, I’ll fucking gut your sister. Got it?”
Oh my God.
“Pater, no!”
“Call me Pater one more fucking time and I’ll cut your precious brother’s head off his fucking neck,” he shouts at me. “Get busy with that fucking dog and let me enjoy myself here.”
Vaughn and I exchange a wide-eyed, horrified glance. We understand now, and what he wants is far worse than anything he’s ever put me through. But it doesn’t stop him; nothing stops Pater when he really wants something.
Balancing the knife in the same hand he’s still using to hold Vaughn by his hair, he pulls out his hard dick and shoves it into the boy’s mouth, moving back and forth violently, gagging him with a grin on his face.
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bsp; “Come on. Find your own pace and it won’t be so bad,” he says to him in a thick voice.
Tiberius is sitting next to me, watching the entire scene unfold curiously, his head tilted to the side, and I don’t know what to do at this point. I don’t know exactly what it is that Pater expects from me, and I’m so horrified by what he’s forcing Vaughn to do that I throw up all over the carpet.
“Hm, that’s good,” he says, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “It’s not so bad now, is it?”
I have to improvise. I have to do something, anything, that will bring this to the fastest end possible. I quickly grab Tiberius by the collar and shove his snout between my legs, rubbing my pussy against his nose until he begins to lick curiously. His tongue is wide, flat, coarse, and I hate every fucking minute of it, but I have to give Pater something so that Vaughn can be free of what he’s being subjected to.
“How’s that feel, baby girl?” he asks, opening his eyes and looking down at me. “Is he better than me?”
My jaw is clenched so tightly together that I swear my goddamn teeth are going to start chipping soon, but when the dog attempts to pull back, I move forward and shove myself back into his face.
Tiberius finally begins to growl, and I know it’s time to stop. I don’t want this poor animal to be treated like we are; I want it to feel loved and cared for, not abused and broken, so I let it go and walk quickly over to Pater and Vaughn. I put my hands on my brother’s shoulders and attempt to pull him out of Pater’s grip, but Pater only laughs and shoves me away.
“You didn’t finish. I guess it didn’t know what it was doing, cause you always finish with me, don’t you?” he asks, pulling me as close as he can and looking down into my eyes.
“Yes,” I reply frantically, darting my eyes back down toward Vaughn, who’s gasping for air in between tears.
“Is that all you got? The both of you? That’s a damn shame,” Pater says, finally pushing Vaughn off his dick. “I did promise you that I would let Vaughn go though, didn’t I? And Daddy always keeps his promises to his sweet girl,” he says, reaching down and grabbing my ass tightly. “Step back. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
I take three shaky steps back and wait. Any moment now, Vaughn will be allowed to get to his feet and walk out the front door, just like it was agreed upon.
“Come here, kid,” he says to Vaughn as he puts his dick back into his pants, careful not to nick himself with the knife. “You about ready to go?”
Vaughn is sobbing so violently at this point that he can’t form a cohesive sentence. Pater rolls his eyes and reaches for him again.
“You sure you wanna leave?” he asks him. He doesn’t wait for a response though. Instead, he shoots me a quick smile, before he turns his attention back to the boy. “Alright, go on, you get to go now. Tell your brother we said hey,” he says, as he pulls Vaughn’s head back, cleanly and deeply cutting his neck wide open.
All I can do is scream and watch as his hands fly up toward his neck, the warm blood rushing over his fingers, before he finally pitches forward and bleeds out on the living room carpet.
He’s finally free.
Chapter Twenty-Six