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“Wha- Tio!” Camilo had just been yanked behind a very large potted plant by his newly returned Tio Bruno.
Bruno hissed out a “shut up kid,” before forcibly shoving him to his knees. “You’re going to be quiet and take what I give you.”
Camilo had no clue what his weird uncle was talking about, but trying to stand up just got him pushed back down and given a warning slap. It wasn’t until his Ti Bruno pushed aside his ruana to pull his cock out of his pants that Camilo really started to panic.
“What the fuck! No Tio plea-“ Bruno shoved his dick into Camilo’s mouth without warning.
Camilo choked slightly when Bruno shoved it too far in. Before he pulled out a little bit so the head was just resting on Camilo’s tongue.
“Shit shit shit” Bruno grunted, “okay, listen here, you’re going to swallow every last drop I give you or else.”
Camilo’s breath was coming out in panicked pants as he tried to come to terms with the fact that his Tio was really about to rape his mouth. It was just as Camilo was starting to get confused that Bruno hadn’t moved and wasn’t even hard that it happened.
Bruno’s face slackened in pleasure and he let out the softest breathy moan as warm salty liquid flooded into Camilo’s mouth. He let out a muffled, alarmed sound as the bitter liquid choked him.
Bruno, panting, “Swallow it.” Camilo let out a disgusted whine and shook his head as best as he could. Annoyed, Bruno fisted Camilo hair and plugged his nose.
Camilo held out as long as he could but his mouth was getting more and more full of the foul fluid and he couldn’t breathe. He swallowed. And swallowed, and swallowed. It felt like it would never end. He would never be free of the bitter yellow.
When Bruno finally let go of Camilo’s nose, still using Camilo as his personal urinal, Camilo let the musky air flood his lungs. He desperately wanted this to be over but Bruno was still going.
When the stream started to slow down Bruno rocked his hips back and forth slightly before demanding that Camilo lick his slit to clean up the last of it. Camilo shuddered and did as he was told. Bruno pulled out with a pop and fastened his trousers while Camilo coughed and dry heaved onto the floor.
“If you know what’s best for you, you’ll keep your mouth shut. You won’t tell anyone of this encounter.” Bruno left.
Camilo was a mess. He hadn’t spilled any but his mind was a swirl of emotions. He couldn’t believe hit Tio was that fucked up… he always seemed so awkward and sweet, and now this?? No. Camilo refused to believe this was real.
He won’t admit it to himself but he refused to believe it because he didn’t want to admit to himself how much he liked it.