Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2023 00:09:05 -0500
From: RD
Subject: The Family Faggot Slave

Hi all! So, enjoy my story. Remember, it is all fake-- none of it
happened, none of it will happen. It is not reality, not even close.
That's why it's fantasy :) Support nifty!! Feel free to email me at
rowdubrovna@gmail.com .... This first chapter is very story heavy. Not a
lot of sex. I love stories that build up, and I had to stop myself at the
end before I wrote a novel lol. Enjoy :-)


It was recess time, and I was minding my own business. I didn't have a
whole lot of friends so I really just kept myself company. I was sitting
by the benches waiting for the bell to ring so we could go back inside.

"Gay!" I looked around, seeing a kid from my class standing there
laughing. I looked at him all confused-- what did that word mean? The
kid-- Alec-- folded his arms, shrugging. "Well, you are, aren't ya?"

I didn't know how to respond to this.. What did that word mean? I knew
that Alec was normally mean to me, so it couldn't have been anything
nice. I was in the sixth grade, so just twelve years old. Words like this
one hadn't really been in my radar, ever. I just shrugged back at Alec,
who smiled a mischievous grin at me.

The bell rang, and Alec ran off to go back to class. I stood there for a
second, trying to process what just happened. What was this word? What
did it mean? I shrugged it off, thinking it was just some sort of teasing
word that I didn't understand. I decided to go ahead and go back to the
classroom. I was the first one in the classroom. My teacher, who was an
imposing man-- probably six foot two, fit, and well spoken-- was writing
the homework on the board. I approached him, wanting to ask what that
word was all about.

"Um, so a kid outside called me gay? What's that mean?" I looked at my
teacher, genuinely confused on what this word could possibly mean. He
didn't even turn back over to me from writing on the white board-- he
just nodded and grunted. I waited a second for him to answer before I
went back to my seat-- I really did not know.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." He spoke to me in the gruffest
voice possible. It scared me a little-- but I trusted that he'd take
care of it. I genuinely had no idea what this word meant. I was a
relatively naive twelve year old. I had a good family-- my parents were
happily married, I had two brothers and a good extended family. My looks
were nothing to write home about, but I wasn't an odd looking kid
either. I had blonde hair, average build. I was a swimmer, but still had
a bit of baby fat. My butt was pretty big for my body, at least it felt
that way. Other kids, their butts looked flat in their pants. Mine filled
out. It was funny because my mom was always complaining about finding new
pants for me to wear. My penis, well, it was nothing to write home about.
I had some hair there already, but I was small. Small enough that it was
impossible to stand up to pee, but what did I care, I was only twelve. I
was uncut, but I didn't really know the difference between cut and uncut
at the time. At that point I had not really discovered myself or really
thought about it either way. Sexuality was not a thing in my head, at
least not yet.

I sat down at my desk as the class started to come back in from recess. I
was getting my stuff ready when I saw Alec smirking at me from across the
classroom. I shrugged it off, I had no reason to give him any attention.
Suddenly, my teacher smacked the whiteboard, practically yelling. He had
written the word "GAY" in capital letters for everyone to see.

"No one in this room is GAY! You understand me?" He wagged his finger
at everyone, and everyone just looked confused. Where was this coming
from? I blushed a little, because I could see Alec looking at me with
these eyes that screamed anger. Mr. Craig-- that's my teacher-- didn't
tell us what the word meant, but was very passionate about how no one in
the room was gay. Again, I had no way of knowing it was anything bad (or
good, for that matter...)

The end of the finally came, and it was constantly on my mind. I didn't
know what the word was, and I didn't really want to ask anyone at
school. I felt dumb, but not dumb enough to go asking something that
people would make fun of me about. Does everyone know what this word
means except me? I don't know, it felt weird. Whatever. I got my bag
ready to go home, but I noticed that Alec was right behind me.

"Hey, gay boy. Why'd you tell the teacher what I said?" He didn't
look happy.

"I-- I'm sorry, I don't--" I stuttered a bit, not sure what to say.
Do I tell the truth? That I didn't know what the word even meant?

"Hey! Look at me when I'm talking!" This kid who was my age was
practically yelling at me. He was latino, so he looked very tan with
green eyes. I knew that he lived in the poor parts of the neighborhood
but that never really mattered to me. He was around my height, and his
voice was starten to deepen-- he had already started puberty. We were all
eleven, twelve, thirteen-- so right on the cusp of puberty. I had started
it myself, I had pimples all over my forehead. I had some pubic hair like
I mentioned before, and some armpit hair. My voice was getting there as
well. "Why did you tell the teach what I said, man?"

I caved. "I don't know what the word means..." I tried to sound cool
about it, like it wasn't a common word that people used everyday. Yeah,
I was pretty naive, wasn't I... I shrugged, looking at Alec. "What does
it mean?"

He folded his arms at me, "You really don't know what it means, huh?"
He didn't call me dumb or anything, but I sure felt like I was. He
laughed, looking around him. The computer lab was empty, and everyone was
getting ready to leave so no one was in there. He gestured for me to join
him. Even though this kid bullied me in the past, I had to follow him.
Alec did the head nod to some kids that we were passing by, but managed
to get into the computer lab without suspicion. I followed. He shut the
door behind us.

"Dude, we better make this quick. They'll think it's weird that the
door's closed." He looked out the door, then back at me. "Dude. Gay
means you're a fag. Like, you like dick." I looked at him, confused,
not processing what he was saying. Alec grunted, looked out the door
again, then pulled his pants down. Suddenly, without even thinking about
it, I looked straight down at his crotch. Alec had pulled the front of
his pants down, exposing his penis to me. I couldn't take my eyes off of
it. It didn't look anything like mine. First of all, it didn't have the
skin on the head like mine did. It was bigger, too. It was probably about
three inches soft, which it was at the time. I didn't know at the time,
but that was pretty big for a twelve year old. Alec also had pubic hair,
not a forest of it but a good sprinkling. More than me, anyways. I was
enamored-- I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

I heard laughing as Alec put it back in his pants and zipped up. "That,
dude, is how I know you're a fag." I stuttered a bit, not knowing what
to say. I just knew that I had a feeling I hadn't really felt before. I
mean, I knew I looked at guys, but things did not connect. I looked at
Alec's face, who was laughing. I looked back down at his crotch, which
was now covered. But my mind had just exploded-- all I could see or think
about was his penis. I felt Alec pat my shoulder.

"Now you know what gay is, man." He nodded, not that I saw. I was too
busy looking down. He opened the door and left. I stood there for what
felt like thirty minutes-- not sure what to think. My own penis was hard
as a rock. You wouldn't be able to tell if you were looking at me
because it was so small, but it felt like it was going to explode. I
didn't know how to process the feelings I suddenly felt. Up until now I
had been an innocent kid, interested in gaming and reading. Suddenly, all
I could think about was Alec's penis.

I shook my head, trying to come back to reality. The bus was going to
leave without me, and I knew my mom was going to work late that day so I
couldn't miss it. I couldn't deny, though, that my world had changed in
a flash. I still did not really know what "gay" meant-- Alec had
included words like "fag" and "dick", words I'm not sure I ever
heard anyone use. If I did, I brushed it off.

As soon as I stepped out of the computer lab and into the hallway, I
started wondering about other guys in my class. There was this guy named
Nick who was always nice to me-- did his look like Alec's? Did it have
the skin on it like my penis or did the head show? Did he have the pubic
hair above his dick yet? So many questions were going through my mind.
Why was my teacher so adamant that "gay" was apparently a bad word?
Honestly, I only thought about that for a second because I didn't care
anymore. All I cared about was seeing Alec's penis again. Alec, the kid
who bullied me all the time. Called me names, made me feel inferior-- why
would I want to see his penis? I tried to maintain myself as I walked out
to the bus. My penis was just as hard, but it just made it a little
uncomfortable to walk around. I didn't have to adjust myself or anything
because you couldn't see it. I was still paranoid, though, that it would
stick out like a sore thumb and that everyone would know what was going
on in my pants.

I tried to focus on getting to the bus, then finding a seat so no one
could see my boner. I saw Alec at the back, looking at me all smug-like.
I looked back at him for a second, wondering if I dared go back there
with him, but he was surrounded by other guys. I decided to just sit in
the front of the bus.

Eventually the bus reached my block, and I ran out of the bus and went
straight to my house. I ran up to my bedroom. My brothers weren't home
yet-- Brian, that's my older brother, had football practice. Jack, my
younger brother, was probably at school playing basketball with friends.
We all had our own rooms so we were afforded some privacy. My parents
weren't home either-- Mom always worked late and Dad was probably going
to be home within an hour or so. I had an agenda, though. I went into the
bathroom and took off all my clothes. I stood in front of the mirror,
observing my own body. I had a sloppy head of light brown hair, it almost
looked blonde. I was trying to look like Justin Bieber, so I had hair
that covered my forehead a bit. It was still growing out. My white skin
was sandy, so it wasn't pasty white but this nice tone that went well
with my light brown hair. My nipples were big, like quarters-- they stuck
out, and looked almost like a girl. I wasn't fat, but I had some chub-
the chub made my nipples stick out a little, so I looked like I had tiny
breasts. My stomach had just the slightest chub. I had a little blonde
hair in my armpits, but it was not a lot. My penis was hard- you could
see a little bit sticking out, the head poking out. It was probably the
size of half my pinky-- pretty small. I had to sit down to pee or else
it'd go all over. My balls were pea size. I had a small wisp of hair
above my penis. My butt, though, if you slapped it, it would jiggle. I
put my hand on my butt, wiggling it up and down. I wondered if it was a
good thing.

I looked at myself, comparing myself to Alec. Looking at my penis, I
wondered why Alec's didn't have that skin. You couldn't see my skin as
well right now because it was so stiff, but Alec's wasn't stiff at that
time. His was bigger than mine-- did that mean anything? I mean, I was
naive but not dumb. Some people were taller than others, more athletic
than others. Did that mean anything? I started to look at my butt. It was
definitely bigger than all the guys that I knew. My brothers, they
didn't have butts like mine. My dad didn't. The only one who did was my
mom. That confused me because I had a penis, and my mom didn't. Why was
my butt like my mom's? I guess I take more after my mother than my
father? I wonder what that means.

I didn't even think of touching my penis-- that didn't interest me. I
wanted to touch Alec's. I didn't understand it, I couldn't figure out
why I wanted it but all that mattered was that I wanted to touch Alec's.
I did fondle my butt a bit, though. I grabbed it and opened it up a
little bit, looking at my pink pucker. I don't think I've ever done
that before... it was practically winking at me in the mirror. Weird.
Until today I just saw my butt as the place where poop came from, but I
was looking at it differently. I put my finger on it. It was clean-- I
always made sure to keep it clean. But I had never actually touched that
area before-- it felt funny. I felt so weird-- my adrenaline was running
extremely high, so all my cares went out the window, at least for the
minute. I started to poke at the hole, and it felt like a warm sensation
that overwhelmed me. It was almost like instinct-- I took my finger, put
it in my mouth to wet it, and aimed my finger at my hole. I put it in,
and... I'm not sure I've ever felt anything so good. My body started
convulsing-- my penis felt like it was peeing. I moaned, loudly, but
nothing came out of my penis. I was thrown off balance, my finger still
in my hole. I didn't know what just happened, but I know I liked it.
Nothing felt better than my finger in my hole. Suddenly, I started to
think about Alec's penis again. Would it get all stiff if I touched it?

I heard a loud thud downstairs-- shoot, someone was home. I quickly took
my finger out of my butt, scrambling for my clothes. In the scramble I
fell down, hitting my knee on the bathtub.

"Ow!", I screeched loudly. I landed flat on my butt. I tried to regain
my composure, my penis still extremely stiff. It proved to be an awkward
moment as I tried to grab some of my clothes as fast as I could.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened-- I had forgotten to lock it.

"Are you alright??" My older brother Brian stood at the doorway, a look
of concern on his face. "Dude, why are you naked?" He held out his hand
in an attempt to help me get up. There's no doubt he saw my penis all
stiff, but he didn't make a comment on it. I had always made sure to
cover myself up-- aside from swimming, I don't even go shirtless in the
house. It wasn't that I was embarrassed or anything, I just felt comfort
with wearing my clothes. I took his hand as he pulled me up. I grabbed my
underwear and pulled them back on, along with the rest of my clothes.

"Ah, I was uh--" I paused for a moment trying to think of a reasonable
answer. The obvious one would have been that I was getting ready for a
shower, but I was too flustered to think rationally. My mind was on my
butt and Alec's penis. I looked up to Brian and laughed sheepishly.

"Whatever man, I got us some pizza. Mom and Dad are going out tonight so
we're on our own. Come down when you're ready." My brother left the
room and closed the door behind him. I could hear laughter as he was
walking down the stairs. I rubbed my knee which still stung a little, but
managed to look at myself in the mirror and laugh. What a day.

My brother, Brian, was a junior in high school. He just turned seventeen
a week ago, but he acted as if he was in his twenties. He was very
independent-- drove his own car that he bought after working at the mall
for over a year. He got good grades and worked hard to prove himself.
Brian was a hit with the girls, too-- he was single at the moment, but
went on dates every now and then. Brian took after my father in the looks
department-- he was six foot two, which was actually three inches taller
than my dad. He had the same light brown hair I had, except his haircut
was shorter. He wasn't ripped or anything but had a slender frame that
suited well for football-- he was the team's kicker. He was pretty
hairy, too-- you could see the hair poking out of his shirt on the top.
He had a goatee that he was proud of. He wanted to seem like a man, not a
boy in high school. I suddenly found myself thinking about my brother. If
Alec's penis was that size, what about Brian? Did he have skin over his
head like, or was he like Alec? I assumed he had more hair, since his
chest hair poked out of his shirt. My penis was as hard as ever. I
didn't touch my penis, though. I didn't really have any interest in
that. I could feel my butthole itching-- a sensation I didn't
understand. I could hear Brian calling for me from downstairs-- had I
been lost in thought that long? I decided to wash my hands before going
down.

Brian and my little brother Jack were sitting at the couch in the family
room with pizza on the table. Brian's feet were up on the table, and I
found myself observing his feet. I just looked at them like I never had
before. They were big-- it matched his six foot two frame. I'm not sure
how long I was ogling them, but I heard my brother's voice.

"Dude, go ahead and give me a foot rub!" He laughed, obviously noticing
that I was looking at his feet. I shook my head, plopping myself down on
the couch next to Jack. I tried to delivery my attention to the pizza and
not my brother's feet. Jack was rambling on about his day to Brian, so I
just kept quiet eating my pizza. Before long I started to think about
penis again-- wondering what Alec's looked like, what Brian's looked
like. I even thought about what Jack's looked like-- it was probably
smaller than mine, since he was two years younger. I looked at Brian,
trying to take in his words but I found myself looking down near his
crotch. He was wearing basketball shorts, grey ones-- I could see he was
wearing boxer briefs, but not much more. I had always been curious about
the lump in his shorts-- I mean, I probably looked plenty of times before
but I doubt I'd ever looked this close.

Jack got up to go to the bathroom. Brian looked at me, saying something,
but I didn't process what he said. I was still looking at his crotch. My
own penis, I'm not sure it lost its stiffness since the moment with
Alec. It was almost like my mind was completely clouded and fogged in the
moment-- I couldn't process any rational thought. The smart thing would
have been to hear what Brian was saying and respond. But instead I was
enamored in just staring at Brian's crotch. Man, it was as if I was
staring at a million dollars or something.

Brian leaned forward, snapping his fingers in my face. "Nick!" He said
my name once, and I started to snap out of it. "NICK!" He repeated a
little louder, shaking my shoulder. "You okay there bud?"

"Um, I'm fine. Yeah." I smiled to Brian, trying to fake it. Brian
paused for a moment, then sat back in his seat.

"Bro, come over here." I looked at him unsure what to do. Brian patted
the seat next to him on the couch, down a bit from where Jack was
sitting. "Over here. We need to talk." I wasn't one to disobey my
brother, so I scooted down a bit. My penis was just as hard, but my jeans
covered it pretty well. I looked at my brother, letting him talk.

"You alright dude? You were staring at my feet then at my junk, man. You
do it all the time but today it's like something is different. Is
everything okay?" My brother was being sincere, I could hear it in his
voice. I wanted to tell him that I saw Alec's penis, that I wanted to
touch his, that my butthole was itching out of nowhere. I didn't
understand any of these feelings, but I wanted to tell him so bad. My
brother liked girls, but that didn't process in my head because all I
could think about was my hand on his penis. I heard his question,
though.

"I, yeah, everything's fine. I wasn't staring at anything." I
probably sounded defensive, but I didn't care. I just wanted to
understand my feelings. It felt like a beast had come out of me and woke
up-- what was I supposed to do to make this beast go away?

"Dude. I'm your brother. Listen to me-- I'm a man, so I understand
these things. Okay?" I didn't understand what he meant, but I just
nodded. "Here's what I think, okay? Now, I want you to know that I love
you for who you are and you should be proud of it. Okay?" I was even
more confused, why was he talking to me like this? "Do you understand
me, fag?" He emphasized this last word.

I definitely thought it was strange that he called me the name Alec
called me earlier that day. I had no idea what it meant, and had no idea
that people usually used it to insult each other. I looked at my brother,
who obviously knew I was confused. "Yeah, you heard me right. Have you
ever heard that word before?"

I shook my head. "No, but Alec called me it today. What is it?"

Brian chuckled, "The Latino kid from the apartments?" I nodded, and
Brian continued. "Ah, yeah. Makes sense. I know his brother. Cool dude.
Well, remember how I said I love you, and you should own who you are.
Okay?" I nodded again and he continued. "Okay, so I've known for a
long time. I wasn't sure when you'd be ready. I see you are now-- and
seeing you in the bathroom, it confirmed it for me."

I interrupted, "What do you mean?"

"In the bathroom, I saw your clit." I start to interrupt to say that I
thought it was a penis, but he stopped me. "No, no, let me talk, okay,
fag?" I simply nodded, once again not making the connection with that
word. "Good. You might have called it a penis before, but when it is not
hard what happens?" I looked at him wondering if it was my turn to talk.
"Good, you're learning your place already. You may speak."

"Thank you Brian", I said out of instinct. It felt natural to thank my
brother for that. My brother Jack wasn't back from the other room yet--
I wondered for a second where he was. In any case, my full attention was
on Brian. "Er, um, well it goes back in I guess?"

Brian nodded, "So it looks almost like a button?" I nodded, and Brian
continued. "Yeah, you're still young, but if we look at genes-- I was
much bigger than you at your age. This tells me that you're not gonna
get much bigger, bud." I frowned, but let him continue. "So that's one
way I knew, but that doesn't really matter. It's useless anyhow."

"Useless? What do you mean?" I looked at him with a quizzical look on
my face. As I did, Brian patted me on the shoulder just like Alec did. It
sent electric jolts through my whole body. It's crazy, he's done that a
million times before. But today, it was different. It was like the devil
was sleeping in me, and now it's awake.

"Your little clit pees, but that's all. Do you even want to touch it?"
I don't know how Brian was so spot on about everything. How did he learn
all of this? I didn't understand. I threw all caution to the wind,
though. I decided to be honest and shook my head in response to Brian.
"Can you see now, fag? You are finally becoming who you are. You are not
a man, or a boy, you are a fag. We love you and we want you to embrace
it." I simply nodded my head at Brian who suddenly grabbed his penis.
"Look down." I looked down to where he moved his hand, and saw him
grabbing the bulge that was noticeably bigger than it was when I was
staring at it before.

"Am I a fag?" Jack had returned to the room, bouncing on the couch. I
wasn't really paying attention to what Jack was saying since I was
looking at Brian's crotch. He was still holding onto it, wagging it a
bit at me. I hadn't moved-- I was frozen in place. It looked so big
through his grey shorts. I could see the outline-- it was definitely
bigger than Alec's, but Alec's wasn't all hard like Brian's.

"No, dude, you aren't a fag. This little dude is." He let go of his
bulge, patting me on the shoulder. He looked to Jack "Remember what I
told you before about real men and faggots in our world?" Jack nodded.
"Well, this fag is finally learning the truth for himself. Kinda like
finding out that Santa Claus isn't real. A moment of truth."

Jack giggled and put his attention back to the tv. He obviously did not
care all that much about what was going on in Brian's shorts. I, on the
other hand, was completely and totally devoted to the monster that was
inside there. Brian had since let go of his bulge, which hadn't gone
down at all. He snapped his fingers at me, trying to get my attention. I
looked up at him, letting out an incoherent mumble. I was absolutely and
totally devoted to my brother now, I didn't care what he said. If he
told me to jump off a bridge, I'd do it.

"Go get me a pop." I looked at him not realizing he meant me. He
pointed to the kitchen, "Don't make me repeat myself." I squinted a
bit at my brother, not wanting to leave him or go further away from his
penis. He smiled at me, nodding. It was as if he expected me to obey, and
the instinct in me told me to just listen. I still didn't fully
understand what was going on in my head, but I wanted to listen. "Do you
want anything, Jack?"

Jack giggled, responding without looking away from the television.
"Apple juice!" As he responded, Brian looked at me and simply nodded. I
got up and went into the kitchen, my penis as stiff as ever. As I opened
the fridge, my jeans shifted ever so slightly. I started to convulse
again, having my second dry orgasm of the day. I moaned, not
understanding what had just happened. I just knew that my penis felt like
it was peeing, but it wasn't. All I could think about was how exciting
it was to get drinks for my brothers. Brian saw me from the kitchen,
knowing full well what just happened.

"Hey, boys!" A loud voice startled me from around the corner. My Dad
had just walked in, coming home from work. I snapped out of my state of
pleasure and grabbed the two drinks, looking towards my Dad. I smiled to
him as he came in the house. Dad put down his stuff on the counter,
looking to me. "Have a good day, bud?"

I nodded, the two drinks in my hand. "Er, yea Dad." He saw me holding
the two drinks. "For Brian and Jack." Dad simply nodded, holding his
hand out towards my brothers. I saw that Brian had put a pillow over his
crotch, probably hiding it from Dad. I felt crestfallen-- I wanted to see
more, know more. My mind was going wild, wondering what Brian meant by
calling me a fag. Was this a good thing? Why was I one and not Jack?
Brian said he loved me. I believed that with all my heart. So I guess I
am a fag, then?

I took the drinks and gave them to Jack and Brian. Jack didn't really
pay any attention to me when I gave it to him, and Brian patted my
shoulder and openly said to me in the earshot of Dad, "Good job, fag."
I blushed, still not fully understanding the ramifications of this word.
I heard Dad exclaim in the background. Brian got up, moving the pillow
aside. He pointed to the couch, looking at me-- "Sit." I obeyed. He
went off to talk to Dad in the kitchen.

My brain should have been in hyperdrive or something, paranoid that Brian
was exposing me to my Dad. But I wasn't thinking about that. All I could
think about was penis. Alec's, Brian's. I hadn't gotten to actually
see it yet, but it was so obviously big. I could feel my hole itching. I
could feel my own penis-- no wait, Brian said it was a clit. I could feel
my clit stiff again. Would that ever end? I could hear my brother talking
to my father, but I couldn't hear what was being said. It seemed like a
casual conversation between the two. Jack was focused on the tv. Me? I
was trying to listen in on my Dad and Brian, but I was failing. I saw my
Dad and Brian shake hands, and they both came out to the family room to
join us. Brian sat where he was before, and Dad grabbed the remote and
turned off the tv before he sat down. Jack started to whine about the tv
being off but Dad patted him on the shoulder, as if to say that he should
listen.

Dad looked at me. "So, big day huh?" He smiled a toothy grin, sitting
back. He was five eleven, a head full of black hair and blue eyes. He had
a good beer belly, but his arms were gigantic. He was a construction
foreman, so he did a lot with his arms. It definitely showed. He didn't
have chest hair like Brian did-- Brian probably takes after my uncle in
that department. Genetics were funny like that.

I stared at my dad, trying to process what was going on. "Yeah, Dad. Big
day." To say the least. I was, of course, trying to sort through
everything in my head. Were they playing tricks on me? This chain of
events was just so strange-- I still think about how my teacher wrote
"GAY" on the board and loudly declared that no one in the room was gay.
But Alec and Brian both said I was a fag. What was the difference between
fag and gay, anyways?

Dad smiled, clasping his hands together. He looked to me, nodding.
"Well, I suppose I always saw this day coming. Just didn't think it
would come this soon." He grabbed Jack's leg, squeezing it. He nodded
to Jack, then smiled back over to me. "The most important thing to know
is that I love you all no matter what, and you all have a place here.
Brian and I have been talking about this for a long time, and we wanted
you to realize who you are before we said anything. This had to be on
your terms, not ours."

I listened intently to my dad. "What do you mean? My terms for what?"

Dad nodded. "As Brian already started to describe to you-- this world
has three different types of people, at least among us. There are Men and
then there are fags. The second type are those who waver back and forth,
but they aren't important. The signs have been there that you were born
to be a faggot slave." Dad paused, but I didn't say anything. I guess
it was making sense. You know those locks that have ten different parts
to it, then when the combination goes together-- it clicks and opens?
That's what it felt like to me. "It doesn't make you any more or less
worthy of anything. We all have our place, and you were destined to have
the place you have. You are loved for it, and you were blessed with two
Men-- and one man in training--" He smiled big towards Jack and patted
his leg. Jack nodded as if he understood what was being said. "We will
guide you down the right path of being a faggot. The most important thing
is you need to embrace and love yourself." Brian was quiet this whole
time, probably knowing that his Dad had been ready for this conversation
for a very long time. "Being a faggot means you do what you are told,
without question. You listen to your superiors." He repeated what he
just said, "The most important thing for you to understand is that you
do what you are told-- without question. You will be asked to do things
you might not like... You just need to remember, you need to do what you
are told." Dad sounded very serious. He paused and looked at me for
confirmation.

"Why me? Why not Jack or Brian or..." I paused. I probably sounded a
little emotional. "Is that even normal? Is it normal to be called that
name? I had never heard of it before today." I felt a little lost, but I
tried to process everything. My instincts in my head, my body, it went
haywire when I saw Alec's penis. Is it crazy that this was all making
sense? I mean, I wasn't completely stupid. I know I liked sneaking
looks, I knew that men appealed to me more than women. Looking back,
Brian always told me to go get drinks or food or whatever for him. I even
did his laundry for him. My mother was always away on trips, so I did a
lot of those things for her. My butt still itched.

Dad sighed, "Well, all the dominoes were lining up you know? Brian
informs me that the dominoes had all fallen down today-- like you have
fallen prey to your natural instinct. Did something wake up in you today
that changed things?"

I thought about this for a moment. Did I want to be honest? My judgment
was so clouded, but my trust in my father trumped everything else. "I
saw Alec's penis today. He said I was a fag, and showed me his penis. It
is so much bigger than mine. Brian said mine is a clit?" I wasn't sure
how to express this last thought, since I wasn't sure what a clit was in
the first place.

Dad leaned forward, looking toward Brian. "Alec's a kid from his class.
I know his brother. They're cool." Brian looked over to Dad as he
patted me on the back, "You're doing good. I'm proud of ya." He
smiled and acted like I had just won an award or something.

"Ah, okay. Well, yes. Alec is right-- you are a faggot. By the way, it
is better to say that men have a dick or a cock, not a penis. Alec is a
man, so that was his cock he was showing you. You have a clit, like you
said-- it means your penis is useless and just for peeing, so it is a
clit. So, some people do not treat faggots right or don't know how to--
so you need to listen to me or your brother when it comes to other men.
As for Jack here--" Dad gave Jack a pat on the head-- "We'll train him
on being a Man." Jack cheered at this with a fist. "So, before we go
any further, I want to hear from you that you accept that you are a slave
faggot."

"Slave? Isn't that like, where people were forced to work and got
whipped and all that stuff?" I was confused by this additional word.

"Yes and no-- you're not being forced. You're consenting to it. Once
you accept who you are, you need to do what you're told and never
question it. That means you will, from the point you consent, be a slave
faggot in this house and will obey. You need to accept who you are first.
Again- I want to hear it from your mouth that you are ready to begin your
training as a slave faggot."

I gulped. My butt was itching more. My penis was stiff. My mind was
swirling. The emotion I was feeling right now was happy. In my mind, all
I wanted was to make the Men around me happy. I wanted to see their
peni-- I mean, cocks. I guess it was all making sense now. I was feeling
safe. That feeling was really important to me.

"Okay." I managed to get the word out of my mouth. I was nervous, but
felt ready. I didn't know what was coming at me, but I was ready.

"You need to address me properly, faggot." My dad spoke
authoritatively. The stern tone of voice made me tingle a bit, like I
knew this was the right direction.

"Yes Sir." I did not even hesitate. All I could think about was how
Brian held his cock in front of me. Alec's cock and how it changed
everything for me. The power of the word "faggot". How everything was
just adding up.

"Since your mother is not going to be home for another week-- she is out
of town on business again-- we'll start your training, faggot. I'll let
you know how it will work when your mother is home. First order of
business, slave--strip."

I suddenly felt very self conscious of my body. I was just observing
myself in the mirror earlier, and I knew I wasn't that bad looking. But
to strip right in front of my brothers and my dad? It made me feel
vulnerable. I hesitated, still processing everything that's happening.

Brian patted me on the shoulder. "It's okay. Accept who you are. You
know this is right. You want to do this, don't you, faggot?" He smiled.
Jack was watching me intently, while Dad just sat back and waited.

I looked at Brian for a moment, taking a deep breath. I stood up, which
made Jack start giggling. Dad put his hand on Jack's shoulder as if to
calm him down. I looked to Brian, who nodded at me. He adjusted his
crotch-- which motivated me to keep going. I started by taking my shirt
off. Then my jeans. I left my underwear on, looking over to Brian, who
nodded at me again. It was now or never, I guess. I'm not sure my dad or
Jack ever saw me naked in years-- I wondered if Dad would be surprised at
my small penis. My small clit, I mean. I couldn't look them in the eye
when I took my underwear off. I stood there, completely naked and
vulnerable, in front of the man that I trusted the most in the world.

"Arms up, turn around and show me what we have to work with, faggot."
Dad sat up a bit straighter. Jack started to laugh, which made me feel
insecure. I did what my dad told me to do, though. I lifted my arms and
turned around, exposing my butt to my Dad.

"Oh my god! That thing is smaller than mine!" Jack laughed, giddy with
glee. I blushed, covering my crotch when he said that.

"Do not cover up your clit, fag." Dad spoke his words harshly-- he
wasn't playing games. "Turn around and face me again." I turned,
dropping my hands. I was so afraid of disappointing my father I forgot
all about my embarrassment. "Jack, this is a faggot." He waved his hand
towards me, looking over to Jack ."You are becoming a Man, not a faggot.
You do not have a clit-- you have a cock." He looked over to Brian "You
were right, jeez. I haven't seen that thing since he was a toddler, and
I'm not sure it's grown at all." Turning back to me, he kept talking.
"Clearly, you take after your mother. Maybe you were meant to be a girl,
but turned out to be a fag instead. Good thing, girls are too whiny and
indecisive. You made a decision to accept that you are a faggot. I'm
very proud of you. You've proven yourself and are making progress." Dad
looked at me again, "So, just so you know-- some of the signs of you
being a faggot are right there on your body. Your nipples, your tiny
clit, your bubble butt. You were designed by your good genetics to be who
you are, and you were clearly destined to be a slave faggot. Sometimes
they mess it up, sure, but you've proven otherwise since your head space
is in the right area, as well."He smiled to Brian, "The ball's in your
court, son. You've earned it." He sounded like he was passing me off to
Brian like a trophy or something. I could not have been more excited. My
clit was stiffer than ever-- it could not be more clear to my superiors
that I made the right decision.

Brian got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. I stood there,
naked, watching him. "Fag! Follow me." I started to follow when Dad
grabbed my arm lightly.

"I meant it. I'm very proud of you for accepting yourself as who you
are. We love you." I smiled to him as I looked over to Brian, who was
waiting for me. I followed him, where Brian had eventually led me to the
bathroom. He was getting a shaving kit out, telling me to hold my arms up
for him.

"This won't take long-- but faggots do not have hair on their bodies.
So first order of business is to get rid of all the hair on you-- your
pits, your clit area. You don't have much so it'll be easy." He took
the shaving cream bottle and shook it, spreading some on his hands. He
then applied it to my armpits and my clit area, which made me giggle. It
was still stiff. He flicked my clit with his fingers. I winced. He simply
laughed.

As he washed his hands off of the shaving cream and started to shave me,
he patted me on the shoulder again. "So, remember, you must do what you
are told. Always address us Men as Sir-- forget that we have names.
Forget that Dad is your dad. He is no longer your Dad. He is your Sir.
All three of us-- yes, even Jack--" He paused and chuckled, "You must
address us properly. Am I clear?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. You're a quick learner." He had finished one armpit and
switched to the other. "As long as Mom isn't home, you are to be naked
at all times. After today you are responsible to shave these areas and
keep them smooth. You are to make sure the house is clean and breakfast
is ready every morning. With me so far?"

"Yes Sir."

"Great. You will serve our needs any time we tell you to. You are to
speak only when spoken to. You are to always remember that you are to
serve Men. If a Man outside of this house tries to order you around, text
me to get permission. I'll talk to Alec about it."

"Yes Sir."

Brian had finished the pits and moved down to the clit area, being
careful with the sensitive area. "I think I've told you the basics.
Just be a good faggot and all will be fine. Also, if we get a little
rough... it's okay. We love you."

For some reason, this made me smile. Brian finished up my clit area, and
put the shaving cream away. He handed me a towel, and I wiped off the
leftover shaving cream. Brian took a step back, grabbing his phone from
the sink area. He proceeded to walk around me and take pictures with his
phone. He then pointed to the floor.

I looked down to the floor, but out of instinct got on my knees down to
the floor. I don't know how I knew this was right, but-- I just knew.
Brian gave a toothy grin, pleased that I had done so. "Your first reward
in accepting who you are, faggot, is to blow my cock."

I started to moan, hearing the word "cock" come out of his mouth. I was
so ready to see it. Brian grabbed my head, shoving it close to his
crotch. His shorts were still on, but the musky smell was clear. I was in
heaven-- I had never experienced a smell like this before. It was
intoxicating. Brian pushed me in a little harder, and I embraced every
moment of it.

When he grabbed my hair to pull me away a little, I saw a phone in his
hand. He was recording the whole thing. I moaned and even tried to go
back to his crotch. Brian laughed and pulled down his shorts. He wasn't
wearing any underwear. The moment of truth was finally here-- and it was
the best thing I had ever seen. I knew I was a faggot in this moment-- if
the word "faggot" means to love cock and want to be around it 24/7... I
had definitely made the right decision.

Brian's cock was not all that long-- maybe six and a half inches-- but
was pretty thick, almost like a beer can. His crotch was modetately hairy
and he had decent sized balls. I immediately tried to put my nose in it
like he had me do when he shorts were on, but he put his hand on my head.
"No. You must ask for it first."

I very quickly, without hesitation, looked up at my brother straight in
the eyes. "I want your cock, Sir! I want it so bad! I want it today and
tomorrow and the next day!" Brian let go of my head, and I took that to
mean that I could go back sniffing it. His cock rested on my cheek while
I sniffed the scent around his cock. I was still naive-- I had never seen
nor knew what a blowjob was. Man, was I in for a treat.

Brian didn't talk-- he just did. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head
back a bit, making his cock drop down a bit. It was rock hard, so it
stuck out. He took a finger from his other hand and shoved it in my
mouth. He let it go in and out. After a few minutes of doing this, he
pulled my hair and positioned his cock at my mouth. I couldn't believe
what he was doing-- I was so excited. I accepted it, and started licking
it like a lollipop. I tried to take as much as I could in my mouth while
gagging a bit. It was like instinct took over-- I knew what to do with
this cock that was presented to me. Brian shoved my head on it, making me
gag. It was in my mouth, but stretched it quite a bit as he was really
thick. He kept pushing it in--I eventually figured out the motion. I
loved every single moment of doing this. I felt like a champion, like I
was in heaven taking my brother's cock in my mouth.

Brian didn't warn me-- suddenly, he started to breathe a little faster.
I noticed his balls tightening up a little. I didn't know what was going
on, but I wasn't about to stop. Suddenly, gush after gush of cum flooded
in my mouth. I gagged, but when I realized how good it tasted I took
every drop. Brian pulled out of my mouth, shaking a bit. I lusted so much
after his cock I grabbed it and tried to put it right back in my mouth.

"Woah, woah, my cock needs some time to rest!" He laughed, patting me
on the head. "Happy, faggot?"

I smiled, looking up at my brother. "Thank you, Sir."