My brother knows what a nasty slut I am.

 My brother knows the slutty bitch I am. When we're camping with his friends, I hardly eat or drink a thing; I have to swallow so much of their cum and piss that I'm never really hungry. None of them ever jerk themselves off; I'm the one who has to suck every cock that gets hard at the campsite. The only cum I don't drink is what goes straight into my ass or what they spill while jerking off as I'm being tortured.

Sometimes he gets distracted talking or drinking beer with some of his friends and doesn't even notice the atrocities and barbaric acts the others are committing against me. I can't say he doesn't torture me cruelly himself, but when he's the one using me—or when he's watching what they're doing to me—I feel safer. After all, I'm his bitch; he won't let them do anything I couldn't handle, or anything that would leave me crippled.

I had been hanging by my wrists for ages, getting violently whipped across my back and chest—just the way I like it—and the guy whipping me kept saying, "You piece of shit, if you cum, I'll cut your cock off."

When I came for the second time, the guy tied my hard cock and balls up tight and went to his tent to get some scissors, saying, "I warned you, slut—I'm gonna cut your junk off!"

Suddenly, I felt dizzy; the world around me went dark and started spinning. I froze; I couldn't moan, think, or say a word.

That's when my brother appeared, picked up the whip from the ground, and said to his friend, "Honey, feel free to whip that cock and those balls until they burst, but don't cut them off. I like seeing this pig's cock hard. His cock shows just how much it loves the pain!"

In that moment, I realized just how well he knew and loved me. When the guy started whipping my cock, I came two more times.