Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2024 01:18:08 -0400 From: Rowena Dubrovna Subject: embracing my faggot identity - chapter one Hi all! So I had written another story--"Family Faggot Slave"--but I had a really hard time connecting with it. It wasn't vibing with me in the right way--there were some edits I could have made to make it more fitting for me. But in the end I decided to go ahead and make a new series. It is very similar in that the main character realizes who he really is and serves his Master. In this story, though it has incest--it is not the central theme. None of this story is true, and I do not condone illegal acts in real life. It is fantasy, and please remember that. Feel free to e-mail me with feedback! If you were one of my readers of the old story, sorry that I abandoned that one (for now anyways)--but I hope this one makes up for it!! Donate to nifty, please--it keeps me and you motivated to read and write! Donate to https://donate.nifty.org Thank you so much! I heard someone knocking at the front door. I was up in my bedroom doing homework, but I knew my best friend Joe said he was going to come over to play video games. I tried to hurry and finish up what I was doing before going to get the door. I felt my phone buzz-- he was probably getting impatient. "Oh, hi, Joe. How are ya?" My Dad had beaten me to the door, Joe letting in. I could hear my Dad directing Joe upstairs, and a shuffle of feet hurried up the stairs. I closed my homework book and fired up the game system. I was always excited to see my friend Joe. He and I were so different-- but he had been my loyal friend for years. We were both fourteen, just starting the eighth grade. His family knew my family and we connected back in preschool-- we were both really into video games even back then, and there weren't that many differences between us. But as we grew, the differences came. The best part, though, is our friendship never changed. At fourteen we had both started puberty, but he was growing a little faster than I was. I was small at five foot two, he had already grown to five foot eight. Joe had armpit hair that he was proud of. I grew some above my penis and in my armpits, but I shaved it-- I don't know why, but it just feels better without the hair. I doubt Joe noticed, but I didn't tell him about it. I never saw Joe's penis but I'm sure that was growing too. I saw plenty of porn online-- guys can grow big when they get older. Me, I don't think my penis grew at all. My balls dropped and were a little bigger than peas, but my penis was just a nub. My butt, though, was pretty perky. I was skinny, so it's not like my butt was fat because the rest of my body was. Joe was a little more defined-- he was on the swim team and played baseball, so he looked like your average blonde haired jock. Joe never made me feel any different from him, which I appreciated. "Hey, dude! Sup?" Joe walked into my bedroom, taking his hoodie off and putting it on my bed. It was fall, so it was a little chilly outside. My bedroom was a standard size, it's not like my parents were rich or anything. My brother's room was down the hall, and my parents had the master suite on the first floor. I had a set up where my computer and tv were in the front of the room with some bean bags so we could sit and play. I tried to keep my bedroom clean-- Joe always said that I should keep it that way. It was funny because Joe's room was often a mess. But I always wanted to please my friend so I kept it clean. "Not much, whatcha wanna play?" I opened my bookshelf where there was an array of games. We could buy them digitally but I always preferred to have the actual game cases-- it felt more real that way. Joe wandered over to the area, looking over the games as if he didn't already know what he wanted to play. He crossed his arms and chuckled, patting me on the head. He always treated me like he was bigger and older, even though we were the same age. "You know which one I wanna play! Set it up and go get some drinks, dude." He smiled as he got comfortable on the bean bag closest to the tv. I put the game in, and he started it up and started playing in solo mode. I smiled as I went downstairs to get the drink he wanted. He always liked Sprite, so I made sure that my Dad kept it stocked. Joe and I were best friends, but his friend group was different than mine. He hung out with the jocks-- the swimmers, the baseball players. They were a pretty intimidating group, but always treated me nice. I am pretty sure Joe told them to be nice to me, so I never really had a problem with any of them. Me, I didn't really have any friends except for Joe. It was okay-- he always made sure I felt included. I was probably more of a third wheel, but I didn't mind. Joe usually had me getting them their drinks, making some snacks, you know, things like that. Sometimes they had me doing their laundry, which was fun. I did my laundry for my dad and brother, too, so it was just part of my daily routine. I thought it was fun. "Hey, sup." My brother David came into the kitchen. He was 17, a senior in high school. He was easily six foot four and had a wide frame with broad shoulders. He was a football player, which was obviously how he developed that strong build. He was pretty hairy, too. He may have played football but he was more into gaming like I was. I usually liked games like Mario Party though, while he played Call of Duty. Josh liked the same games as my brother. The two of them got along pretty well. My brother took a lot after my dad-- they could be mistaken for brothers. I looked more like my mother, which was fine because she was very pretty. She was petite, about my height. Skinny, and brown haired with beautiful eyes of emerald green. Her relationship with my family, though, was a bit strained-- she had decided a few years after having me that she was going to be devoutly religious. There was a bit of a disconnect between us and her because we didn't really share the values she embraced. As a result, she stayed with us but was hardly home-- she was usually at the church. I smiled, "Not much. Getting Joe some Sprite." I reached into the fridge and got it out, then grabbed a glass to put some ice into. Even though Joe could have done this part, I wanted to make sure he got what he wanted. My brother sat on a stool near the counter and watched me pour the drink. He laughed, folding his hands and leaned forward towards me. I looked up at him and started to speak, but he interrupted me. "Ah, Joe's here, eh? Playing some Call of Duty? Maybe I'll hop on with him. Need to unwind after a long day." He nodded at me, then paused for a second. I could tell David was thinking about something. "Getting Joe that drink?" "Yeah. It's his favorite." I smiled as I was pouring the Sprite into the ice-filled glass. "Mm. Cool. You know, I've never said anything before, but I've noticed you do a lot for him." David's voice was sincere- I knew he cared for me deeply. I looked down at the glass and simply shrugged. It was second nature to me, it wasn't a big deal. "It's okay, dude. But he doesn't like, make you do it or anything? He tells you what to do, and you do it?" I thought about this for a second. I guess it was just something we did, didn't see anything wrong with it. I mean, I knew I felt happier when I had some guidance. But I never saw this as a bad thing. It was just me being me, and him being him. Was that so bad? It was as if David was reading my thoughts. "Nothing wrong with it, just curious. I guess I'm just starting to put the puzzle together. Dad and I talked about it, and at first I thought he was full of crap but I'm realizing now that he might be right." David leaned back, his face looking like he just realized something. "Huh. Crazy how I didn't really realize it before." He chuckled as he shook his head at me, crossing his arms. "Lucky." "What do you mean?" I asked David, confused. I heard Joe calling out from the bedroom, probably eager to get his drink. "Nothing. You'll understand soon. But-hmm. Not my place. Just know that I love ya, and you're my brother no matter what." He smiled as he got up, walked over to me on the other side of the counter, and patted my shoulder. "I'm gonna go talk to Joe. Stay here." I nodded to him, looking at the glass. The ice was already starting to melt. I sighed, deciding to get a second glass. I wanted his ice to be cold. But if I had to wait here, I should probably wait until they were done with their conversation. I wonder what they were going to talk about. I guess I was still naive, because I trusted my brother completely. I had no reason to believe that there would be anything wrong with their conversation. Little did I know that my true identity would come out after today. --- "Hey!" David knocked on Ian's door, spotting Joe playing Call of Duty. "Pause that, will ya, we need to talk." Joe paused and held his fist out to David to give him a fist bump. David gave his young friend a bump, and took a seat at the bean bag next to Joe. "Joe's downstairs, I told him to wait a minute." "Aw man, I'm getting thirsty." Joe looked out the door real quick then back over to David, "Sup?" David chuckled, "Don't worry bro, he was getting it ready for ya. You can wait a few minutes. So I wanted to talk to you about Ian. As you guys get older-- I know I'm only seventeen, but I've seen and done a lot and the world makes a lot more sense now. My Dad and I were talking. I know you and Ian have been best friends for years, but--" David paused for a second, making sure Joe was paying attention. Joe nodded, so David continued. "But have you noticed how he's different from you now?" David leaned back, getting comfortable on the bean bag. "Well yeah, I got tall and stuff and he's still short." Joe laughed "All cool though bro, we grow different I guess." David nodded "Well yeah, that, but I meant more like, your personalities. I noticed you're always telling Ian what to do." David started to continue but Joe interrupted. "He doesn't care, I'm not hurting him or any--" Joe tried to defend himself, but David held his hand up, so Joe stopped. "No, no, relax, bro. If I thought you were forcing him to do anything, I'd have beaten you to a pulp ages ago." Joe laughed, nodding in agreement. "My Dad was telling me that some men are leaders, while others are followers. That's just how our world works, right?" Joe nodded, not sure where David was going with this. "There's a design, and that's just the way it goes. Fate designed it that way. Like, we shouldn't be ashamed to be who we are.That wouldn't be cool. So, like I said, Dad and I were talking-- guys like you and me, we're alphas." Joe furrowed his brows, "Wait, an alpha? What's that? I mean, like, a boss?" "Yeah, actually, kinda. So like, some guys-- honestly, most guys-- are alphas. And then there are betas, who serve the alpha." Before Joe could interrupt, David kept going. "Remember I said I noticed you tell Ian what to do... Honestly, I do the same thing, and I never noticed. When my Dad brought it up to me the other day, I felt so guilty. I don't think I'm a bad guy or anything. I don't care if people want to do this or that. Dad made me feel like I was taking advantage of Ian." Joe turned his head, "Like what do you tell him to do?" "Like my laundry, I guess at some point I just naturally started making Ian doing my laundry when my mom basically checked out of being a mom. He gets drinks for me, and if I tell him to change the channel or move or whatever, he does it." David laughed, "Jeez. Sure makes it sound bad. But I know you get it, which is why I'm having this conversation with you. Joe paused. David looked at him to make sure he was taking in everything okay. Joe shrugged, "I mean, now that I think about it, I guess you're right. I love the dude, I'm not trying to make him my slave or anything, it just seems like it makes him happy..." It was evident in Joe's voice that he felt some guilt. "Nah, bro. That's exactly what my Dad had a conversation about with me... trying to help me realize that we aren't taking advantage of him or anything. It's just how life is-- some men are alphas, some are betas, and some are even slaves. Like, lower than a beta. In order for us to be truly happy, we must remember our place. It's the same for betas and even slaves-- they aren't truly happy if we aren't helping them realize their place and keeping them in that place." Joe paused, "Jeez, man. This is a lot. So you're saying Ian is a slave?" David shrugged. "I dunno yet. I'm still taking it all in too. Like, it's just been a few days since I had that convo with my Dad. But now that it's been a few days, I'm realizing that dang, my Dad was right." He paused and shrugged, "Like, haven't you noticed how he stares at us?" Joe laughed, "Yeah, I never thought much about it though. Like when he's doing the laundry for the baseball team, we're always having to like, wake him out of a stupor because he's always lost. I never really cared. Let him look, it's whatever." "Yeah, he's always trying to look when I'm in the shower. Or any time, really. You know, the irony of it is I don't think he even realizes what he's doing." As David finished talking, IIan called out from downstairs, asking if it was okay to come up. "Few more minutes, dude, make some sandwiches while you're waiting, okay?" Joe called out, hearing Ian start to open the fridge. "Dang man, you're right. He did that without complaining!" Joe started to laugh hard, nearly falling out of the bean bag. David simply smiled, "Yeah, see? At first it sounded stupid, and then I was like, what if he doesn't like it? What if we're like, brainwashing him into doing this stuff?" Joe chimed in, sounding more confident than he did at the beginning of the conversation. "Nah man, he was like that in preschool too! Dang, I remember now, he was always like, what can I get for you, what do you need..." He paused, "Yeah. I don't take advantage of him...I care a lot for him. He's my bestie, bro." David nodded "Yeah for sure. So here's the thing. Now that we know we are Alphas... I mean we've always known, it just is more clear now. Like when you go to the eye doctor and think you see fine, then you put the glasses on and man you had no idea how blurry it was before. I think Ian is going through the same thing... he doesn't have his glasses on. So, I guess what I'm trying to get at, Joe, is--" David paused, trying to figure out how to say it. "We need to help him be happy and put him in his place as a beta, right?" Joe spoke bluntly, clearly, with zero hesitation. "Man, you catch on quick. See? I believe in fate, and coincidences are never just coincidences. There's a reason you two bonded so much back then, and there's a reason I'm his brother. It is our responsibility--" "To put him in his place." Joe's grin widened, almost as if a beast had woken up inside him. "Hold your horses there, bud!" David laughed so loudly that anyone in the house could have heard it. "We gotta do this right. You're like my bro, and you're practically family. So I want to do this together. But we gotta do it right. Slowly, but surely. First, and this is a genuine question cause alphas can be gay or bi, you know. Are you gay or bi?" Joe nodded "Yeah, I don't know bro. I have no interest at all in sucking some dude's dick, or getting it up the ass or anything like that. Yuck. But dang man, the whole idea of being an Alpha is making me crazy horny." "Yeah, you sound like me. We are Alpha males, Masters. It doesn't matter if they are boys or girls, we are meant to find betas and make them our property." David spoke in a deeper voice, sounding a bit more serious. He was turning up the conversation, wanting to make it clear what was happening. Joe nods "That makes sense. None of the girls I've tried to date do what they're told, though." "Yeah. It's the same for women. There are beta women and alpha women... Screw anything you've heard about men having to be in charge of women and blah blah. It's a personality thing, not a gender thing." David nodded, "Yeah. So here's the deal. Ian's gonna be our property--I'm gonna share that responsibility with you. But since I go to college next year, I'm gonna hold back a bit and let you be in charge. My Dad and I will help you get there." Joe's head tilted back a little bit when David mentioned his Dad. "Yeah, Dad is just helping guide me, and I'm guiding you. Don't worry about me, I'll find my own beta when I get to college. I am sure they are ripe and ready there." Joe nodded, and David continued. "So while I feel like we could just jump right into it because he's so damn eager and willing, I want to do this right. We have to make one hundred percent sure he wants it. If he shows any sign he doesn't want it, we will back off. Do I have you promise that you'll back off and still be his friend even if he resists?" Joe scoffed, "Who do you think I am? Of course I'll still be his friend. I'm not an ass. All those years, man..." He laughed as he adjusted his shorts--he was clearly boned up--"I gotta be honest, though, now that it's processing in my brain and all, I feel like this will be an easy conquest!" David nodded "Yeah, probably. So our job is to help him realize that he needs it. Not wants it, but needs it. If he shows any pushback--which, honestly, like you said, I doubt we'll see. Dad said he's trained many faggots in his lifetime and that Ian's faggot bells are shining like crazy." Joe sat up a bit, ready to defend his friend. "Yo, dude, don't call him that." Leaning back, looking relaxed, David shook his head. "Relax. We're not using that word as a derogatory thing here, but as a matter of fact. He is who he is, and we should show no shame in that. Dad said that in order for him to truly understand who he is and what his position is, we need to use the right terminology for him. That's where our head space will have to like, adjust itself... It sounded crazy at first, but I get it. If we are going to be who we are, we need to do the same head work as him. We can't see him as a best friend or a brother anymore, but rather as our faggot." "Dude." Joe paused, thinking back to when the two would go bike riding around the town. They did so much together--they'd go to amusement parks. When Joe's mother died, Ian was the first person there for him and never left his side. "Ian's always been there for me." It felt like there was a lump in Joe's throat, so he paused. David patted Joe on the knee. "Yeah, me too. Now it's time for us to be there for him. Help him be happy and be put in his place. And we get to be happy and in our place, too. Not everyone embraces their true identity, so we should be happy that the faggot will be here for us so we can accept our identities, as well." Joe shifted on the bean bag, adjusting his shorts. "Man, this is making me crazy. I never thought of him that way before. It'll be weird as heck at first!" "I think we'll get used to it. I'll get it all started, and we can go from there. You're a natural, but you're young--I think my teaching you will be easy. If I need help I'll just go to the old man." David stood up, adjusting his own crotch. It was hidden well through his jeans, but it was still obvious. "I'll go get him. Just play it cool, okay?" Joe nodded as he turned back to the game. Things were about to change. --- I finally finished up the sandwiches. I made Joe's favorite--turkey with bacon and cheese. I had to cook the bacon first, which took some time--I wasn't sure how long they'd be talking, but it turned out I had enough time work on David's sandwich, which was a little more complicated. He liked all sorts of things in his sandwich, and I wanted to get it just right. David walked into the room after a while. I was just finishing up his sandwich as he walked in, which was perfect timing! He sat in the same stool he was in before, leaning forward. I pushed his plate over, picking up Joe's to take to him upstairs. "Nah bro, put it down for a minute--he's okay. He's playing his game." David picked up his sandwich and took a bite, smiling. "Perfect as always, good job." David smiled "Alright, so I had a good conversation with Joe upstairs." "What did you talk about?" "Don't worry about it. From now on, don't ask questions unless prompted. Okay?" David spoke authoritatively, looking at Ian right in the eye as he took another bite of the sandwich. "Mm, you didn't forget the mayo, good job." I trusted my brother implicitly. Normally, I probably would have been thrown off by him talking to me like that. I don't know how to explain it, but it gave me a little tingling feeling in my penis when he spoke so firmly. It usually did, but David was only firm like that every once in a while. I simply nodded to him, putting down Joe's sandwich for a second. "Good boy. So, remember how we talked about how you always do everything Joe tells you to do?" I nodded, letting my brother continue. "I had a little talk with him about it." As Joe paused, I felt a little nervous--I was worried my brother hit Joe or something, like to defend me or something. "Things are gonna change around here. I want all of us to be happy. Do you think you're happy, Ian?" I thought about this for a minute. David was patient--he ate his sandwich as I thought about his question. "Yeah, I'm happy. It feels like something is missing, though. I don't know how to explain it. I don't wanna be like Mom, who's always depressed and thinking about God and all that." David chuckled as he wiped his mouth clear of the lingering mayo. He had finished his plate and handed it back over to me. "So yeah, I don't think Mom's happy either. I think it's because she hasn't really felt comfortable with who she is--like, she hasn't accepted her identity. I keep telling Dad to just let her go--she's a great person, but a terrible mom. I don't think I think any less of her because of that... It's just not meant for everyone. So have you ever heard of Alphas and betas, Ian?" I turned my head in confusion, I admit I am pretty naïve when it comes to whatever it was he was talking about. "No?" "Okay, so an Alpha is a man--or woman--who is in charge. A beta is a man, or a woman--a person--who does what they are told. So if an Alpha told a beta to jump, they'd jump. If an Alpha told a beta to get a drink for them, they'd do it. They do what they're told without questioning the Alpha." I nodded to David, trying to figure out why this was coming up now out of nowhere. "Ian--do you think Joe is an Alpha or a beta?" I looked to the drink I had ready for Joe, thinking about how David said that an Alpha tells a beta to get a drink. So if Joe told him to get a drink, does that mean Joe is a Alpha? Why did it even matter? I looked back over to my brother, who was crossing his arms and looking right at me. "Um, an alpha?" David nodded, "Right, good. You know how you like Mario Party?" I nodded as David continued, "You like chocolate milk, you like playing with animals." I just kept nodding with a smile. "But you need water to survive. You need sleep in order to feel good in the morning. You need to go to school everyday so you can learn new things." I nodded in affirmation. "So! When it comes to being happy, what are some things that you need? Remember--" David paused--"I said need, not like. What can you not live without in order to be happy?" It had been a while since David and Ian had such an in-depth conversation with each other. It made him feel good--he loved connecting with his brother. "You, I would not be happy without you. Joe. Dad." He smiled as he tried to think of some more. "You realize what you just did?" David asked me. I just shrugged which made David chuckle. "You named all men, all Alphas." David leaned forward, "What do you think about that?" "You're an Alpha?" I hadn't really connected what this meant just yet, nor had I connected that David was trying to imply that I was a beta. "Bingo. What did I say an Alpha was?" "Someone who is in charge." David nodded, "Yes. So, what are you? An Alpha or a beta? What do you think?" I didn't respond, so he kept going. "How do you feel when Joe tells you to go get a drink? Or when I tell you to do my laundry? Or when I tell you to massage my feet after I'm done with football?" These were all things I did because I wanted to, because I liked to. I didn't see anything wrong with any of these things. It was just natural for me. I trusted my brother--it was a kind of trust where I felt like if he told me something, I'd accept it. I don't question it because in my heart I know he has my best interest in mind. I already know that some people would call me gullible--I might be gullible, but I'm not stupid. I know that some people you cannot trust so openly like I do my brother. I looked at my brother with a smile on my face, "I love it. It makes me feel good. I like doing stuff you for and Joe." David nodded, "There's doing stuff to be nice, like you know Joe is your guest in the house and it'd be rude not to get him a drink--but there's doing stuff because you feel good being told what to do. Be honest, David, which one do you think it is? What makes you feel whole, complete? Maybe make you feel a little--I dunno, tingly inside?" Things were starting to connect in my mind, which made me feel a little nervous. David looked at me, clearly expecting me to answer. "Yes Sir." I spoke plainly. David looked a little surprised, but once he got over his shock he laughed. "Dude. What made you say sir?" "I don't know, you asked me a question and it just seemed like the right thing to do. Like how I say yes Sir to my teacher at school. I didn't really think about it to be honest." David smiled a big toothy grin. "Sounds like you already know what I'm talking about, then..." Again, I thought about this for a second. Where was this going? I mean, my fourteen-year-old mind was spinning out of control for a second. Honestly, I just got into a loop with myself--this is how life was, and while I was content, I always felt like something was missing. There was something about how David was talking to me right now that made me feel this weird feeling of happiness. It wasn't until now that I noticed my penis was hard. It didn't really grow much when it got hard--probably still under an inch--but it felt stiff. While I got hard all the time, things weren't really clicking until now. I didn't really associate any -feelings- with this bodily function of mine. I just figured it was a minor annoyance that all us boys went through, and ignored it. As I was thinking about all this, I looked at David. I looked down at his chest, and then back up to his face and his striking eyes. I suddenly realized that I wanted him to speak firmly to me again. It was like I needed him to do this. David snapped his fingers in my face. "Hey! You alright?" David laughed as I snapped out of my stupor. He spoke softly--"Are you a beta, Ian? Does it make you feel happy and more complete doing what you are told?" I had forgotten Joe was upstairs. Forgotten about the bacon sandwich, forgotten about my stiff nub. "Yes Sir." I spoke what came first to my mind, and that was it. David smiled warmly. He got off the stool and came around the counter to the side where I was standing. He looked down at me. I hadn't looked up yet--he took a finger and softly lifted my chin so I was looking directly into his eyes. He put his hand on my shoulder, leaving it there. "If you are a beta, that means you need to do what you're told. All the time. No questions. Do you trust me?" David spoke firmly, similar to how he did before. That made me go crazy--a flush of red went over my face. I was in a new headspace, and I started to laugh in nervousness. David kept his hand on my shoulder, "Ya alright bud?" I nodded. "Yes. Yes." I stuttered, "Yes. Yes I trust you. Yes." I couldn't believe myself--what was I doing? Why was I acting like this? And why was I so darn happy about it? David didn't seem phased--it was like he was ready for this. David took his hand off my shoulder and took a step back. He folded his arms across his chest. "Alright. You know, I'm learning at the same time you are. But like I told Joe, it all makes so much sense. When you put two and two together, it's like--why didn't we realize this before? I guess it just takes a little bit of a shove in the right direction to help realize what's right in the world." I nodded to him, still looking at him in the eyes. He towered over me, his strong arms crossed. He didn't move, though. "So here's how it's gonna work. First, I want you to know that I love you, and I'm so happy that I get to be my true self as an Alpha and you get to be your true self as a beta. Now, having said that, I'm going to college next year as you know. I'm still an Alpha, but I'm not going to be YOUR Alpha. Joe's going to be your Alpha. Understood?" Suddenly, I realized that Joe was still upstairs. I loved my brother, but Joe inflicted these feelings in me--of devotion, of loyalty, of pride. I said I would do anything for my brother, but to be honest my connection and bond with Joe is so much stronger. I idolized Joe. I nodded up to David, not saying a word. "When you meet an Alpha, or someone who gives you that sense that they are in charge, I expect you to treat them with respect--yes Sir, get what they need, and whatnot. I'm going to ask you one more time, do you trust me?" "Yes Sir! Yes!" I almost shouted, sounding probably a little too eager. David gave a small chuckle in hearing my response. He pointed to my clothes. "When Mom is not home, no clothes on. Take them all off." I hesitated, but not wanting to disappoint my brother I started to take my clothes off. I started with my shirt, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious but my brother did not make a move. He looked at me expecting me to do what I was told. I struggled to get my shirt off because I was so nervous, but finally got it off. I leaned over to take my socks off, then I pulled my shorts down. I left my tightie whities on. Thank goodness it was a mild day outside, it wasn't cold inside. David just stood there, arms still crossed, not saying a word. When I hesitated, he simply nodded. I knew that meant he wanted me to take my underwear off, too. Any self-conscious feelings I had were lost, and my desire to please my brother and do what he said took over. I took off my tightie whities and leaned over to pick up my clothes to fold them. As I leaned over, my brother got a clear view of my butt. I didn't realize it, but David was checking my butt and hole for sure. I pushed the folded clothes to the side--I'd get those later. I stood up straight, covering my crotch and looking back to David. My nub was stiff, but you could not tell if you were just standing there because it was so small. Suddenly, David started laughing. I started to blush, and instinctively started to edge over to grab the clothes from the floor. His laughing made me think that he set me up into a practical joke. "No, no.." He grabbed my shoulder and lifted my chin up to look at me again. Sometimes it felt like my brother was so in-tune with my thoughts he knew exactly what I was thinking. "I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because seeing you now makes me realize I was right all along. Not only did you do what you were told, it's like your body is developing along with your mind as a beta!" I turned my head, confused as to what he meant. "I mean that little nub thing you got there" He pointed to my penis, "Yeah, that. I had no idea how small it was! Wonder if it'll grow. Anyway, doesn't matter. Your butt is a prime example of what a beta butt is--and you didn't even have to work for it!" David laughed as I looked back at my butt. It WAS pretty big--jiggly. "Hey, turn around." David spoke gruffly, which made me feel all tingly. I immediately turned around without a word. "Bend over." I immediately leaned over a little bit, exposing my butt hole to David. "Yeah, that's prime pussy right there. Nice and pink." He suddenly put his hand on my butt which made me jump a little. "Stand still." I actually giggled, instinctively leaning forth a little more for David. I could hear David chuckle a little bit when he jiggled my butt up and down. He put his finger on my hole, but didn't push in. Unexpectedly, I moaned--and when David removed his hand, I suddenly felt empty. "Stand up and face me." The voice that David used--deep, authoritative--made me tingle. It was the best feeling in the world. I did what he said, and looked towards him. This time I wasn't hiding my nub. "Good. I noticed you don't have any hair? You're fourteen, I started growing mine at like eleven." I blushed, speaking softly. "Actually, some hair under my arms and around my crotch has shown up but--" I lifted my arms to show him--"I shave them. I don't like the hair there." David clapped, smiling big. "Damn man, you were ready before you even knew what was up." David used a curse word--I hadn't heard him say one in years. Mom always told him never to curse in front of his brother. "Okay, like I said, unless told otherwise--no clothes in the house when Mom is not here. An Alpha may not want to see a penis wagging around, but since you have--pfft, a button--" I blushed and flinched when he flicked the head that was hiding but stiff. "I don't think anyone will mistake you for an Alpha." I simply nodded to him, smiling. Man, I was so excited, and all I was doing was standing naked in front of my brother. Nakedness is a form of vulnerability--when you expose yourself to someone like that, you're exhibiting true trust. Here I was, standing in front of my brother, naked as the day I was born. And I never felt better. "Be a good faggot and take that sandwich up to Joe." I grabbed the plate and the drink and started to walk out of the room. First, I looked to my brother -- he was right behind me, so clearly I was doing the right thing. "Isn't that word a bad word?" I stopped for a second, looking back to my brother. "What, faggot?" I nodded to David. "No. You are a faggot. We embrace you, we love you--always remember that. But you are a faggot. You were born to serve Men. Tell me you understand." "Yes Sir. I am a faggot and I was born to serve Men." I even teared up a little bit. My brother put his hand on my shoulder for a minute, squeezing it fondly. I smiled up to him, still tearing up a little. "Thank you Sir for helping me realize my true self." Again I had no idea what was prompting me to say these things.. it just felt natural. David took his hand and wiped my tears away. He then patted my head. I smiled and turned, walking toward Joe. It suddenly hit me--Joe had never seen me naked before. I mean we swam together a lot and everything but I had never let him see me naked. I turned and looked at my brother real quick, who just smiled. It was then that I knew I just needed to trust my brother. I was slightly worried that walking into the room naked would trigger Joe to hit me or just run out and never come back, but I needed to trust David. He wouldn't ruin my friendship with Joe. I just knew he wouldn't. With that confidence,and a stiff nub leading the way--I made my way to the bedroom. I stood at the door, feeling nervous. I felt David edge me forward by pushing my butt with his hand, which made it jiggle a little. Joe was clearly not expecting me to come in the room naked like that. David stood behind me, and gave a big thumbs up to Joe. I didn't see that, but I decided to go ahead and put down the plate and glass for Joe. "Jesus, you got him naked already? How'd you do that, did you like hold him down or force him or something?" Joe looked up and down at me, stifling a laugh when he paused to look at my nub. "Did I force you to get naked, faggot?" David had stepped aside to go take a seat on the beanbag next to Joe. I attempted to hand Joe the plate and glass, which he took from me. David then pointed to the ground in front of us, which had a little rug in front of the tv. I looked down, and David nodded. "Your place is on the floor, faggot. Kneel and answer the question. I won't ask twice. Am I clear?" David's harsh voice sent tingles through me. I quickly got on my knees and scooted over to the rug in front of Joe and David. The tv was high enough that I wasn't blocking the view. "Yes Sir, I mean no Sir" I stumbled on my words out of nervousness, "No Sir you didn't make me get naked, I am a faggot Sir" Joe leaned forward, putting his sandwich and glass on the computer desk beside him. "Dude, Ian, are you being serious?" David looked at me with a smile. I nodded, "Yes Sir. I am a faggot. I was born to serve Men." "This can't be real man." Joe looked over to David, "You can't make someone believe they are a faggot in what, five minutes? You were only gone five minutes. You talked to him about it all and got him naked in just five minutes? You didn't like, hypnotize him or something?" "No hypnosis. If I'm honest with you I didn't expect it to be so easy. But here's the thing--it didn't take us long to realize we are Alphas, right?" Joe nodded. "So it didn't take him to realize that I was right. All his life--I swear, all his life he has listened to everything I've said. If I told him to jump, he'd jump. I guess he just trusts me completely. And it took a lot of balls--well, not literally since you have tiny little peas" David laughed looking back over to me. I blushed as he continued "Balls, bravado to trust me and be naked in front of you. All I had to do was tell him--take your clothes off. He did, and then I said, take Joe's food to him. He hesitated for a second, but he came through, didn't he? And now he's literally on his fucking knees right in front of us." "Shit, man. And that thing--his dick? I mean I always figured he was small but that looks like something's wrong with it. Like can it be THAT small?" Joe squinted looking at my nub, "Jeez, no hair either." David shrugged, "Yeah, no, nothing's wrong with him. Just look at it this way--God made us to be Alphas, and God made him to be a beta. It's quite clear. Actually, dude, you know what I've realized?" "What?" Joe picked up his sandwich and took a bite, listening to David. David stretched out his legs, his feet a few feet from me. He pointed to them, "Faggot, foot rub." I immediately got to work, which made Joe gasp. I had done this before, but I was definitely not naked. He looked over to Joe, "Yeah, so I'm realizing that he's not a beta, after all." My eyes were on his feet, completely enamored in the foot rub I was giving. When I heard him say, that, though, I looked back at him. "This faggot's a fucking slave." Joe laughed, "You think so? What's the difference between a slave and a beta?" David nodded, "So here's what Dad told me." Suddenly, David put his foot by my mouth. Almost as if it were instinct, I put his foot into my mouth. Man, I was in heaven. As I continued my work, David kept talking with Joe. "So there's like, a sub, a beta, a pig, a slave, a faggot, an omega. I think I said them all." He paused to think, "Yeah, I got them all. So a faggot likes dick. A faggot takes cum and dick. Ian's definitely a faggot. No doubt." Joe laughed and clapped as David kept going. "A pig, they like piss and shit." Joe grimaced, but David held his hand out and put it on Joe's arm--"No, dude, hear me out. They worship our bodies, right? So they love that stuff. It comes from our bodies, so it's to be embraced. It's crazy, I know." Joe nodded, "Crazy for sure! Ha." I kept sucking on David's toes. David pushed his foot up a little bit more, making me gag. He didn't stop, though. I kept rubbing and going in between his big toe and his other toes. They were a little raunchy, but I didn't care. I was in absolute heaven. "So a beta is a sub who is proud of being a sub. A beta though, they could be a top for other faggots or omegas, but he only listens to his Alpha." David leaned over, grabbing my hair. He was rough, but I moaned in pleasure. He very abruptly pulled my head up toward his crotch, which was covered by his shorts. How I went from never seeing his dick before to having my face right on it... Crazy stuff. David simply pushed my head on it, and I rested my head until I got more direction. I could feel his hard cock on my cheek--it felt thick, long. I don't know how to describe my feelings--I felt like I was going to pass out, it gave me so much euphoria. I was in my own literal heaven. David chuckled as he heard me moan. "Stay there." He eased his grip on my hair, and I stayed in place. It felt a little awkward, but I didn't care. I couldn't see Joe, but I could hear him exclaiming in surprise. "Dang, man, my cock is so hard." Joe grabbed it, not caring that David was in the room. He adjusted it a bit, looking back at David. "Don't worry, I'll let you have all the power when I'm done explaining. He is your slave, not mine, after all. Anyway, so an omega is a beta who submits to everyone, not just one person. He could be an omega, but I don't think so. This faggot is a slave. He's gonna surrender all his rights and decisions. He's gonna belong to us completely. He's gonna obey, serve, and live to be a slave. That is his life. His life is to please us, period." David tapped my head, "You okay with that?" I moaned, "Yes, yes, please David please." I started to cry, my tears flowing down my cheeks. David rubbed my head, patting my cheek. "Don't worry, slave. You are in your place, now. You must do what Joe tells you to do from here on out--without question. If you question him, he will punish you. Understood?" Joe looked at David quizzically, which prompted David to smile. "Don't worry, my Dad and I will teach you all about how to punish a slave. Dad's more adept with this slave thing than I am, anyway. Honestly I thought I was just gonna get some head out of this every once in a while. But instead, looks like my little baby bro is a faggot slave." David patted my head again, grabbing my hair. He pulled it back a bit, which made me kneel a little back and I was back by his feet. David looked at me and pointed to Joe. "That's your Master. Are you happy?" I looked to Joe, who was smiling big. I looked back over to David. What did I do to deserve this? Why am I a slave? Did I deserve to be this happy? I felt so emotional--I started to cry again. I looked to Joe, who was tearing up himself. "Yes Sir. Very happy." I said that as I looked at Joe. "Damn, man... did my best friend really just become my slave?" Joe looked at David. David nodded. "Wow. I--I--" I looked at him and spoke out of turn. "I want this to happen. I want you to put me in my place. Please let me be your slave." Joe was clearly nervous. David patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, dude. I know it can be a strange feeling at first, but you are a Master now. It's a huge responsibility. This is my baby bro here--and this is a big gift, Joe. Are you ready for this? I'll train the faggot until you are if you need. Or, you can embrace your own identity and be the Master you were born to be." Joe paused for a moment, looking back at me and then back to David. He looked back to me, and started to speak. "You realize you ain't my best friend anymore? You're my slave. If you don't listen to me, fuck you, I'm never talking to you again. Got it, faggot?" This was the first time I ever heard Joe say that word, and it was the first time I heard him speak harshly and with conviction. I looked at Joe in the eyes. "Yes Sir."