Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2023 18:31:57 -0500
From: RD
Subject: The Family Faggot Slave Part 2

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It was midnight, and I was still wide awake. I was naked in my bed-- it
felt pretty comfortable because I had a nice comforter keeping me warm. I
don't think I've ever slept naked before. It felt right, laying here
with no clothes on. It felt good, too. My clit had finally softened a
bit, gone back into hiding. My Dad said the doctor told him I would
probably not grow any bigger-- that I had some sort of condition where it
was going to be small forever. He said the doctor told him that I was the
size of a small toddler. I wasn't sure how to feel about this. Was that
the reason all of this was happening?

I thought back to what my dad and Brian both said-- that it is about
mentality and your mindset. Dad told me that some slaves have a big
penis, but that it is rare. It is all about mindset-- some people were
destined to be one thing while some were destined to be another. He
likened it to sexuality-- you don't just choose to be gay, you're born
that way. Gay means that you like other men. I guess my teacher was kind
of right, there was no one gay in the room, at least not me-- I was a
faggot slave, not gay. I giggled to myself, my tiny little penis clit
stiff.

After I got to have Brian's cock in my mouth, I was in heaven. All I
could think about was having cock in my mouth. My mind was going wild-- I
was thinking about practically every person with a penis and wondering
what theirs looked like. Alec's was nice, but Brian's-- man, I could
barely get it in my mouth. I worked hard, though. He seemed pleased--
that made me so happy. Then he spurt some of that stuff in my mouth. It
tasted so good, it beat anything I ever ate before. After I swallowed it
all down, my brother put his fingers through my hair, caressing it
carefully. My face was still on his crotch, his cock kinda just resting
on my cheek. The smell of his crotch was intoxicating. I didn't want to
move. My brother could probably tell by the way I was just nestled in
there-- he stroked my hair for a few minutes. I could hear him talking to
Dad in the background. But in that moment, I felt safe. I felt like I
could trust him more than anyone else. There I was, naked. Kneeling down
on the bathroom floor, hairless. My butthole itched, my clit was stiff.

"Yeah, we did the right thing." My Dad stood at the door of the
bathroom, observing me and Brian. Brian was holding my head, stroking my
hair while I was resting on his crotch. "Glad to see that the faggot is
embracing himself for what he is."

Brian pulled my head away from his head, roughly pulling on my hair. I
looked up at him, suddenly feeling empty. I moaned, which made my Dad
chuckle. Brian patted my head, letting go of my hair. His cock was inches
away from my face. It was half hard. Brian smiled, wagging his cock at me
with his other hand.

"Please Sir, I want more, I need more. I'm so empty, Sir." I whined,
looking straight into my brother's eyes. I couldn't have been more
genuine. He patted me on the head, grabbing my hair again.

"Suckle on it like a lollipop.Just enjoy it and get to know my cock,
faggot. This is your new best friend." He kept his hand on my head as he
looked back up to my Dad. I moaned, swirling my tongue everywhere. He
told me to get to know his cock, so I studied every vein. I felt how
thick it felt, how sore my mouth was (of course, I didn't care)... It
felt so smooth. I could smell a little bit of piss, which turned me on
even more. Brian and my Dad were talking, but I didn't listen. I
couldn't listen-- I was focused on Brian's cock.

Soon after that, they sent me to bed. They told me not to worry about the
cleaning or anything yet-- Dad said I needed a few days to really process
what had happened. I whined, not wanting to be separated from cock. Dad
told me that there will be plenty of time for all that later, that I
should go to bed. I shut my eyes, trying to motivate myself to sleep. I
still had school the next day. Despite everything that happened, I still
had to try to have some semblance of my old life. I just had a whole new
perspective now. I wasn't sure how I would adjust to it.

I must have finally fallen asleep because Brian was lightly tapping my
shoulder. He was in his regular nightly wear-- a white tank top and blue
plaid boxers. I could see his cock bulging a bit-- my clit felt stiff. I
could tell I needed to pee but my brother came first. I smiled a huge
toothy grin at my brother.

"Time to get up, faggot. Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." The
three of us boys shared a bathroom on the second floor, while my parents
had their own attached to their bedroom. I could hear noise from
downstairs-- my dad and Jack must be up already. I looked at the clock--
it was 6:30am. Weird, my alarm didn't go off. I pulled the comforter off
of me-- my penis was pretty stiff. I rubbed my butt. It sounds funny but
I felt proud of my butt now. I didn't really feel that way before. I
don't think I felt any of these feelings before. I guess I was right..
It was like a sleeping demon inside me had finally woken up. I was naked,
hairless. I felt right.

"Good fag, I assume you have to go piss." Brian stood in front of the
mirror, touching up his facial hair. He always liked to make sure he kept
his goatee nice and neat. He gestured to the toilet. "Go ahead." I
stared at him as I looked over to the toilet. Pee in front of him? "No
more privacy fag, just go." He grunted, still working on his hair. He
hadn't looked at me at all. I looked at him again and back at the toilet
bowl. Should I? Was it weird to pee in front of my brother?

To hell with it, I thought. I've come this far. Out of habit I sat down
and peed, my clit having gone a little soft. It came out pretty easy. My
aim was pretty high, since my clit did not really protude out or downward
much. I had to make sure I sat in a position where it hit high on the
toilet bowl. A bit awkward, but it worked. You'd think I would be pee
shy but it came so easily. I guess my body just instinctually trusted my
brother enough that I didn't need to feel shy. I might be overthinking
things, but it was definitely a telling moment for me.

My brother put down his shaving equipment and turned over to me as I
finished up. I sat there looking up at him-- he was leaning over the
counter facing me. I was naked, exposed, the toilet full of my piss.

"Crazy day yesterday huh?" Brian laughed, "To be honest I thought it
would take longer." He folded his arms, looking down at me.

"How'd you know?"

"How'd I know what, fag?"

"That I was-- that I was a faggot." My legs were spread out, and I
clasped my hands together eager to listen to my brother. My mind was
constantly on cock and I wanted to know why. How did he know?

"Well-- it's complicated and not complicated at the same time. I
started puberty pretty early, I'm sure you remember... you couldn't stop
looking at me. You were probably like five when you started trying to
touch me. I doubt you remember." He chuckled when I shook my head, eager
to hear more. "At first I was just annoyed but Dad helped me understand
it. How there's a difference between real men and faggots. He said you
were showing all the signs of being a faggot. I wanted to help you
understand it but Dad said you were too young to talk about it in the
open. Even Mom understands that you're a faggot. One thing's for sure,
all the signs pointed to who you really are." He paused for a moment to
let me take this all in.

I had flashbacks, but hazy ones. It all started to make sense and click
in my head. It didn't really just start today, did it? When I was a few
years younger I was taking a bath with my brother Jack, and he told me to
hold still. He got out of the bath and told me to open my mouth, and he
started to pee in my mouth. I remember how much I liked it, but my mom
saw us. We weren't allowed to take baths together after that. I didn't
think too much of it at the time, I mean I was eight. I remember when my
friend Evan from the Cub Scouts was over-- we were in the basement and I
asked to see his penis. He showed me, but Brian came in and told me to
stop and come back upstairs. I was probably nine or maybe ten at the
time. Looking back, I don't remember anyone scolding me for that day. I
had been doing my family's laundry since I was probably six-- no one
told me to do it, I just went and did it. My mom was gone so often I
don't think she noticed that I was doing it all. I had been sniffing
underwear ever since. I don't think it all added up in my head, though.
It was just second nature, something that felt good, so I just did it. It
didn't feel wrong, no one said it was wrong. I know my Dad smiled when
he saw me but he didn't say anything and just walked off.

"...But, why me?" I spoke softly, looking up to my brother. I wanted to
understand, I really did.

"I guess we all have our destiny. You know, girls are born girls, boys
are born boys, gays are born gays, straights are born straights." He
shrugged "Not every design is perfect, sometimes God accidentally makes
a boy a girl, but you know what? They eventually realize this and embrace
who they are. So, God made some men Dominants, like me. Some are faggots.
Like you. Dad helped me understand this difference. When he told me, he
didn't tell me you were a faggot though, or that I was a Man. He told me
I should think about it and figure it out for myself, and let him
know."

"Did you figure it out then?" We were engaging with each other like it
was a normal, everyday conversation.

"Yeah. Wasn't too hard. I noticed how much you were looking at me,
practically worshipping me. I noticed if I told you to get a drink for me
you did it, and at five! You did the same thing for Dad ya know. He
always orders you around. Haven't you noticed?"

I thought back. "Not really, I guess I thought it was just normal?"

"Nah, nah. It's okay, though, you don't see us complaining. We were
blessed to have a faggot born in our family. Not everyone gets that
lucky." Jason reached over to pat me on the shoulder, then reached to
his boxers to let his cock out. I pretty much forgot everything we just
talked about as Brian's cock was right in front of my eyes. I could
smell the musk, it made me moan. His thick cock was a sight to behold.
"Ha, I just regret not moving forward sooner. Eh, whatever. Live life
with no regrets right?" He laughed, then got serious for a moment. I was
lost, barely paying attention to his words.

"Anyway, step two in your faggot training. You're gonna be the toilet
from now. Remember, do what you're told. You're used to it anyways, you
drank Jack's piss, so it should be easy peasy for you! Ha. But yeah,
anything that comes out of a Man should be embraced by faggots. No sense
in it going to waste." I looked from Brian's cock up to his face.
Suddenly his cheeks caved in a bit, and a big wad of spit appeared right
by mouth. "Take it in, faggot!" Brian spoke firmly.

I paused for a second, not confused but paralyzed by the sudden shift in
attitude. He went from warm to authoritative. It made my little clit go
all stiff! Brian took his hand and slapped my face. I winced-- it was
hard, but not that hard. Brian spit near my mouth again-- this time,
though, I opened my mouth and took it in. He laughed, "Yes! Good faggot,
you knew exactly what to do." He grabbed my jaw and held my mouth open
when he brought his dick to my lips. My tongue started to swirl when he
let out a fierce stream of piss.

This piss was strong-- I vaguely remembered that Jack's piss was pretty
watery. This didn't taste like water at all-- it was a pungent odor.
Weirdly, I loved it. I already knew I wanted more. This was clearly
Brian's morning piss because it felt like it was going on forever. About
a minute later, Brian gave his cock a little shake in my mouth. He patted
my cheek to check if I had downed it all, which I had. I was a natural at
this, there was some spillage on my chest but a whole lot. When Brian
withdrew his cock and put it back in his boxers, I whined.

He spit on my face again, and as the loogie was dripping down my nose he
patted me on the head. "Get ready for school. Shower, get clean. I laid
out your clothes for you." He pointed to the hamper, which had folded up
clothes on it. I looked up at him questioningly. "From now on, I will
pick out your clothes. Now, shower, get dressed. You can eat breakfast at
school. Your training will continue when you get home." With that, he
walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

My belly full of piss, I sat there for a minute soaking in all the
happiness I was feeling. I could not believe the luck I was having. What
were the odds of me being a faggot AND having a brother that understood
how to use one? I was all giddy, smiling as wide as I could. I suddenly
had an urge to put my finger in my butthole, so I sat there and did just
that. I wet my finger and pushed my finger in, moaning like crazy while
doing so. I didn't care who could hear me, this felt too good. After a
bit I dared to put TWO fingers in, then three. I stopped at three, just
going in and out of my hole. My clit was stiff and I was sweating. I had
no doubt everyone could hear me moaning.

The door burst open while I still had three fingers up my ass. I had put
my leg on the sink counter to give myself a little bit more room to
reach. Jack stood there, giggling. I had spent so much time admiring my
oldest brother that I almost forgot about my younger brother. He was ten,
and was a pretty goofy kid. His hair was blonde, no mistaking that-- he
clearly took after my mother in the looks department. His butt wasn't
big like mine, but you could tell he worked out a little. He was wearing
tighty whities and no shirt. He saw me with my fingers in my butt and
just giggled.

"Hey, whatcha doin? You touching your penis huh? Don't you know faggots
don't touch their thingies?" He looked at my clit and laughed, "Man,
you're smaller than me and I'm ten!" He scratched his crotch through
his undies, acting as if there was nothing unusual about catching his
brother with three fingers in his butt.

"Er, no?" I managed to squeak out a reply. I withdrew my fingers and
put my leg down, blushing. Jack stood there for a second, seemingly
hesitating, but Dad was standing behind him. How long was Dad standing
there? I didn't notice him come up!

"Men play with their cocks, Jack. Faggots play with their pussies."
Jack looked up to Dad, but he kept going-- "Yes, you heard me right--
girls have pussies in the front, but faggots have them in the back. Your
anus, Jack- that-" He seemed to answer Jack's question that was
probably floating in his head-- "It's that faggot's pussy. Course, I
admit I didn't know he had discovered it already..." He chuckled as he
looked over to me. "How did your fingers feel?"

I blushed, but didn't want to disappoint my Dad. I went ahead and
answered him- "It felt really good Sir!"

"Does your pussy feel like it itches sometimes?"

My eyes widened, "How did you know, Sir? What does that mean, Sir?"

"First, good job at calling me Sir. You're progressing well." Jack
looked between me and Dad, genuinely curious. Dad continued, "Your pussy
is a pleasure center, and the nice thing is it pleasures both you and
your Sir." I smiled at this, but wondered how it pleasured them? "You
probably feel empty with nothing in your pussy. Don't worry, we'll get
there in your training. We're not there yet."

I whined. I moved my hand back over my butt hole-- I mean, my pussy-- and
pressed against it. I did it without even realizing that Dad and Jack
were watching me. Dad took something out of his pocket and handed it over
to Jack. "Remember what I explained?"

Jack nodded and took it from his Dad. He fiddled with it-- it was a
silver looking cage that had a lock on it. It looked small. I wondered
what it was for. Dad gave Jack a light push forward. He was fiddling with
the lock on the metal cage he had in his hand. He put it down on the
counter and pulled his shorts down, right in front of me and Dad. He
didn't seem to be shy about it either.

Shoot, it was true-- Jack was bigger than me. He seemed to be following
in Brian's footsteps as he was pretty thick, which was impressive for a
ten year old. It wasn't particularly long, but it was thick. He came
closer to me and stuck his hips out. "I needta pee." He looked up to
his Dad for confirmation, who simply nodded. He looked back over to me,
expecting me to go on it. I got off the toilet bowl, which I still
hadn't managed to flush, and got on my knees and edged over to Jack's
cock. I understood what was expected of me, so I put his cock into my
mouth. Jack giggled a bit, but sure enough a steady stream started
flowing in my mouth. Just as strong as Brian's, that's for sure. I
actually struggled to keep up with this one, piss pouring out of my mouth
and onto my chest. He was peeing like a racehorse! Strong and steady.
After about forty five seconds he stopped, but didn't move. I had piss
all over my chest, but Jack suddenly grabbed my hair and pushed forward.
His cock was hardening in my mouth, I could feel the head engorge a bit.
It just occurred to me that Jack didn't have skin over his penis, unlike
me.

I could hear Dad giving a light chuckle. Jack started to push my head a
little bit, like he wanted me to go up and down. No one told me about
teeth, I just naturally assumed Jack wouldn't want to feel teeth on his
dick. I made sure to be careful of that. I gagged a little, but
persevered. I was loving this too much!

Jack pushed my head down a little further. His cock went to the edge of
my throat, and my mouth felt stretched. I thought about Alec's dick-- I
think Jack's was bigger than even Alec (who was two years older!) I
could hear my Dad encouraging Jack to keep going. Jack was grunting while
I was savoring his cock. My second cock-- and it was small enough for me
to get in my mouth and really enjoy it. I started to finger my pussy
while blowing Jack's cock. My Dad saw this and edged closer to me. I
felt him push my finger away, and he replaced it with his own. It made me
moan really loudly onto Jack's cock, which made him start convulsing
like crazy. His legs were wobbly and luckily my Dad was there to help
Jack maintain composure.

"Wow! That was awesome." Jack patted my head, giggling. "I want
more!" He looked to his Dad, who just nodded to affirm that it will
happen anytime he wants.

"Come over on this side, Jack--" He gestured for Jack to scoot behind
me. Dad took my head and pushed it down the toilet bowl, where my nose
touched my own piss. He made sure I could breathe, then pushed my stomach
up a bit so I was essentially in a doggy-style position. "Look, Jack-- a
pussy." He had one finger in, withdrew it, and spanked me hard. I
winced, but my Dad held onto my back firmly so I couldn't move.

"Say thank you, faggot!"

"Huh?"

Dad spanked me again. "Say thank you for the spank, faggot!"

"Yes, thank you Sir for spanking me Sir!" I whined a bit after that
last spank, but didn't forget to thank my Dad. My Sir. My hole felt so
empty.

"Jack, wet your finger and try the pussy out." Jack did this, and
practically rammed two fingers in. This made me involuntarily go limp,
but Dad held my body up. He spanked me again while Jack was ramming two
fingers in and out. "A little harder than I would've done, but looks
like the faggot loves it!" Dad smiled and held his hand out for a high
five, and Jack high fived him with his free hand while his two fingers
were in place.

Dad looked at his watch-- "Oop, we're getting close to bus time." He
smacked my butt a little more softly this time, and pointed to the metal
cage. "Jack, go ahead and put it on the faggot." Jack withdrew from me,
then grabbed the metal cage thing that was on the counter.

I had no idea what they were talking about, but it didn't take long for
me to find out. Dad had lifted me up a bit, but not without squeezing my
butt a little bit. "Man, this pussy of yours, faggot. You truly were
born to serve Men."

"Thank you Sir!" I actually teared up, I was so happy. As I stood up a
little straighter, my brother fiddled with my clit a little bit-- he
wasn't playing with it, but pushed it into my skin a little bit. He then
took this metal cage thing, that looked like a sort of small cage that
would keep my clit in.

"Since your clit is so small we had to get the extra small version. I
have no doubt that you won't touch yourself, faggot--" I shook my head
vigorously, wiping my tears away. "But I don't trust other Men not to
touch it. So this cage is to keep other Men away from your clit.
Understood?" I nodded, sniffling. Dad laughed, "We sure hit gold
didn't we, Jack? How was your first blowjob?"

Jack spoke as he was fiddling with the cage. "Putting it on like you
taught me, Dad...though this is a real clit haha.." He finished up,
locking it. He then spanked my ass, giggling. "Look, it jiggles! Dad,
the blowjob was just as amazing as you said it would be. Can't wait to
do it again!"

Dad patted Jack on the shoulder. "All in due time, son." He looked over
to me-- "Faggot, get ready for school. The clothes Brian chose for you
are right there." I looked over to the hamper as Dad walked out the door
with Jack. "Son, go get ready for school", he said to Jack.

I looked at the clothes-- it wasn't anything outlandish like I feared--
I was worried that he would give me a shirt that said "FAG" or
something-- I mean, it's who I am, but I wasn't sure my teacher would
like it. He was so mad about gay people. He had laid out jeans, but they
weren't my normal ones. First I put on the underwear he put out... it was
a bikini. It fit snugly over my new clit cage, but I was oddly not phased
by it at all. I never once had a desire to touch my clit-- just my pussy.
I put the jeans on, which were a lot tighter. Jeez, it made my butt pop
out like crazy-- no one was going to be able to miss it. The shirt was
bright pink. I was on the fence on if I wanted people at school to know
about me being a faggot... But part of the idea made me horny. I couldn't
explain it. I put it on, then saw a bracelet that was of rainbow colors.
I didn't know that the symbol for "gay" was the rainbow colors, but I
thought it looked cute so I put it on.

I stood in front of the mirror, feeling cute. I giggled, then headed out
the door to go downstairs. The bus would be here any minute. Brian and
Jack were at the table with my Dad standing. Dad chuckled and gave me a
thumbs up.

I approached them in my new outfit, and smiled. I felt bold, so I spoke
up. "I, um, I just wanted to say thank you. I--" I paused, "I love you
and I am so happy you helped me see myself for what I am."

"You're a faggot. We appreciate you and love you for who you are, you
know that, right?" Brian spoke up, smiling.

"Yes, Sir."

"Then you need to listen to your next rule. You'll get rules over time
as you are trained-- eventually it will just be second nature." Brian
looked up to Dad who simply nodded as if to give him permission. "Yeah
so, you never speak unless spoken to. This goes for all Men. I don't
care if they know about you being a faggot or not, you show respect where
it is due. Never speak unless spoken to, and always say Sir. Come over
here, faggot."

I walked up to Brian where he was sitting at the table. He slapped me
hard, which made me tear up slightly. I rubbed my cheek, looking at my
brother. "You spoke out of turn, and you did not say Sir." Brian looked
at me firmly.

"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir I will remember to say Sir from now on Sir, to all
Men."

Brian patted my cheek, "Good. You will be punished if you forget."

"Yes Sir." I looked down to the floor. Brian put his hand on my chin,
locking his eyes into mine.

"Time for school. Let's go, I'm driving y'all there today instead of
the bus." He did one last hard pat of my cheek then got up to get his
things ready to go. Jack was already out the door, ready to go to school.

As I walked to the door, I heard my Dad call out. "We're proud of you,
faggot. We love you too." I stood at the doorframe, looked back at my
Dad, and smiled.

"Thank you Sir."


This was shorter, but I'm starting to figure out how I want to space out
the chapters! It felt like a good break, right before he goes to school.
I know this story might not be as hardcore as some of you wish, but I
like telling story. It is certainly not realistic to picture a world
where a Dad and his sons make his middle son a faggot, but I like to make
it feel like it is. As always, email me if you have any thoughts! :)
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