A/N: this ones more explicit.
poor davey
Your name is Dave Strider and you thought bro had been satisfied the first time, but apparently not.
After he approached you with the tail he had told you to "turn around." and when you didn't, he grabbed you and shoved your face into the sheets, his hand gripping the back of your neck. Your shades dug uncomfortably into the bridge of your nose.
You really fucking hoped nothing bad was going to happen. However two minutes later, your pants were dropped along with your boxers and the butt plug end of the tail was roughly shoved in dry. You weren't expecting it, or at least you weren't prepared. The sudden pain made you instinctively try to get away but bro kept a firm grip on the back of your neck, holding you in place. He smacked you across the back of the head and whispered something about disobedience and you just knew it meant something bad. Bro wasn't the nicest guy, hell after these past few days he's proven to be absolutely horrible.
He let go of your neck and you started to lift your head up. This just earned you another smack across the back of the head. Fearing what bro might do if you disobeyed again, you pressed your face back into the bed. Goddamn sadistic asshole you hated him. You hoped he dies in a fucking ditch because even a shitty foster home would be better than this. And it'd be easier to not worry so much about dan.
Wait.
Dan. Oh god how could you overlook this? What if bro decided to do the same to Dan? You could learn to deal with this but you couldn't cope if your favourite brother had it happen to him. A feeling of dread and panic started building in your chest and your breath got unsteady. Fuck you can't cry. Its not cool to cry, plus bro probably wouldn't like it. You didn't want to give him any more reason to insult you.
You hadn't thought about it but what was bro doing? he wasn't restraining you and you didn't really know what he was doing. That worried you. Slowly turning your head in the direction you heard him, you peeked out the sides of your shades. Fuck no. Bros back was turned to you and out of a box he pulled a thick, scratchy looking rope, and some cat ears. He was going to tie you up wasn't he? He was more of a sick fuck than you'd originally thought. Not just because of the ropes but also because he'd use them on YOU of all people. His little brother.
He started turning around and you quickly mashed your face back into the bed. You hoped nothing too bad would happen. But that might just be wishful thinking.
You closed you eyes and pretended to be somewhere else as he roughly grabbed your arms and tied them tightly behind your back in an elaborate knot that included your elbows, completely eliminating any possible movement. The rope dug into your arms uncomfortably, the fibres stabbing your skin. Bro yanked you off the bed and onto the floor by the restraints on your arms. Landing on your ass proved to be fucking painful, because the butt plug hadn't been ordinary, it was one of the ones with three bumps doing down it, and bro had only shoved one it at first. He'd been planning this.
When you hit the floor you cried out in a strangled mix of pain and pleasure. But mostly pain. You hated how whenever you moved the godforsaken plug brushed against a certain spot inside you that felt amazing. It was forcing your body to betray you, you realized as you looked down at your half hard dick. It was small but whatever you were only 12 fuck it. And anyway you didn't have time to be self concious about that. And even if you did, it seemed relatively low on your priority list.
Bro towered over you, unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick, the worn denim snaking down to the floor dragging his boxers with them. It was mostly hard by now and he started pumping it slowly to coax it to full length. Reaching down he pulled you to your knees by your hair. It took a lot of effort not to cry out again.
He sat down on his bed in front of you, legs spread and leaning back on his arms. "suck it, dave." he commanded. You pulled a face involuntarily. Dude nasty that was fucking gross. But bro really didn't like your attitude and he leaned forward. "yer gonna do what i say davey or ya gonna taste the fuckin consequences and it ain't gonna be a dick ya hear?" You stared dumbly at his shades. you couldn't see anything behind them but you knew he was glaring at you. He only leaned back again once you nodded
Hesitantly you placed your lips around his head slowly lowering down. You realized empty space might not make bro very happy so you brought your tongue to meet the hard cock. The taste wasn't bad, it just tasted like skin. Plus a little bit of something else but that was probably the dribble of white that came from the tip. Once you got it in as far as it could go without you choking, you started to suck. But it honestly couldn't have been good. You were 12 and had never done anything like this before. Hell, you were too busy with your various social media and avoiding getting hit by bro to even watch porn.
After a minute of this bro got annoyed and grabbed your hair. This was bad. This was very bad oh fuck. You gagged and sputtered as he forced your head all the way down. But with your arms bound you were basically helpless. Bro held your head down for a few seconds before pulling it back up and down in a steady motion. You kept gagging and choking, your eyes were watering and it took all your effort not to throw up. He'd definitely not like that. You hoped this would be as bad as it got but no. As bros breathing got more erratic and soft moans left his lips, he started going faster, his hips even started bucking into your mouth.
It was too late to hold back, you were full on sobbing by now. It hurt your throat it made you want to throw up it was horrible. And he just kept getting faster and faster, harder and harder and you knew he was close and you hope to god he'd pull out before then but luck was definitely not on your side. he pulled out of your mouth as he came, jizz got in your nose and made you cough and sputter as it dripped down your face.
In your efforts to get the offending fluid from your airways, you didn't notice bro go over to close the bedroom door. It was just about time for Dan to come home and apparently bro wanted privacy. You finally felt somewhat better from what just happend, well, sort of. At least you weren't coughing uncontrollably anymore. You sighed and looked towards bro, hiccuping and blinking away excess tears. The door clicked shut, and he started walking towards you.
A/N: yikes, i wonder what'll happen next.