Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2023 15:23:11 -0500
From: RD
Subject: The Family Faggot Slave Part 3

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"Hey, so I did a lot of thinking last night, and I wanted to talk to you
about it." Brian cleared his throat as he drove us to school. He had me
sit in the front, which I thought was weird. He usually made me sit in
the back. I didn't care, though-- I relished the chance of sitting next
to my brother, my God. Jack was in the back, probably playing Candy Crush
on his phone.

"You're probably like, what did I get myself into and all that..." He
laughed, pausing. He was looking at the road, but my attention was fully
on him. "I don't want you to feel like a pushover or anything."

I shook my head. "No! Definitely not! I don't know how to describe it,
it just... it felt like everything added up. It all made sense for once.
You know I'd tell you if I didn't like it." I felt like I could talk
freely.

"Yeah, exactly. We waited a while too. We coulda done it when you were
like, 8. But you needed to wake up, I guess. In our world we have Men and
we have faggots. I just wish that was better understood by people. I just
know some people will be like, you can't treat someone like that."
Brian patted my leg.

"Yeah. I get it I guess. Like you and Dad said, it's all about mindset.
It's not for everyone I guess." I shifted in my seat, playing with my
new bracelet a bit. I might be smart, but I was still a little naive. I
had no idea that the rainbow color meant gay pride at the time!

"Right, so be careful okay? You might be a faggot, but you're not a
pushover. Remember, you serve Men, but it's not always sexual. Just be
respectful and be smart about it. Let me know if you need help with all
that."

"I get it. Thank you for your help, Sir."

Brian patted my leg again, "Yep. I won't lie, it's like we hit gold
having a fag in our family. I want you to know, I'm not gonna go easy on
you. I will be firm, and I'm sure some people will be like, take it easy
on the faggot, but no. I'm gonna be firm. I'm giving you one last
chance to back out. I'll love you no matter what. I promise. But you
need to be okay with it."

I fiddled with my new bracelet. I looked at my pink shirt and the tight
jeans I was wearing. I smiled wide, fiddling with my bracelet. I wasn't
depressed or sad before, but it felt like something was empty. Like I was
going in a direction that wasn't clear. It felt like I was just going
through the days with no aim, but suddenly I felt like I had a purpose. I
felt that I was happy with my purpose. In my short young life I had no
doubt of my feelings. I knew what I was, and I was okay with it.

"No, I'm okay with it. I feel like you helped me see myself for who I
am. I mean I wasn't depressed or anything but I am happy being who I am.
I want to own it and allow myself to be what I am. I promise to tell you
if I ever feel anything otherwise. But I don't think I will. I feel like
my destiny has been set up and it is clear. Please help me be who I am."
I fiddled with my bracelet, feeling a little nervous with what I declared
but I have never felt so right about a decision before.

The car was stopped at a red light. I looked back up to Brian who was
smiling at me. "Well, with that, congratulations, I hereby declare you a
faggot!" He laughed with a joyful glee, patting me on the back as he
pulled up to the school.

"Thank you Sir." I smiled, keeping it at that. Brian waved to Jack who
had already left the car and ran towards the playground. He smiled to me
and nodded, waving.

"Remember what I said-- a true faggot obeys all Men. It's not all about
cum and cock, you know. It's about obedience and knowing your place in
the world."

I stood there for a second, processing what he said. I smiled and nodded,
walking toward my locker near the classroom. I started to hang up my
backpack when Alec suddenly came up to me and stood there. It was weird--
he never gave me attention before, unless it was just in passing--
throwing an insult here and there. I put my stuff away then looked over
to him, the image of his cock clouding my mind. Darn it, I had a test
today-- I needed my mind to be a little clearer! My clit was stiff, too,
but I didn't really notice it anymore. There was a cage, but it didn't
mean much to me-- at least, not at the time.

"Hey, sup." Alec paused for a second so I started to say something, but
he interrupted. "So my bro talked to your bro you know." He folded his
arms as he leaned back into the walls of the locker. My face must have
gone pink because he laughed, "Don't worry faggot. Your bro's right,
time for you to know your place in the world. Glad I could help you find
it bro." He smiled and looked over to his locker "K, so get my stuff
out and put it on my desk. At the end of the day make sure it's all back
in there, and you get my homework. I'm gonna do it, otherwise how will I
learn right? I'm a man, I need to know this stuff to get by. K, see you
in class, fag." He shook his head at me, which I took to mean that he
was chuckling at the irony of it all. I couldn't help but take a quick
glance at his crotch. He was wearing baggy pants so I didn't see much.

I remember my Dad when he bought a new car-- he thought he was buying a
car almost no one had, but when he started driving it, it stuck out like
a sore thumb. They were everywhere. I felt like my awareness was on hyper
alert now, so I could see what I couldn't see before. My desk was on the
opposite side of the classroom from Alec's, but I could hear the
sniggering from the other boys when I put his stuff away in his desk. A
guy named Matt right next to him held out a pencil to me, which I went to
sharpen. Memories started to flood over me-- this wasn't the first time
I had done this, and I felt pretty silly that it never registered to me
before.  I noticed that the girls would just roll their eyes at me,
letting it happen. None of them had me sharpen their pencils-- just the
guys. I guess the hierarchy among males was a set thing and I just
didn't notice. I suppose it's because it was like second nature to me.

"Nick!" My teacher called out to me, which threw me off-- it was the
first time in a bit that someone called me by my birth name. I was still
sharpening the pencil when my teacher called my name again. I looked over
apologetically, holding up the pencil to give to Matt. My teacher let me
give the pencil back as he waited for my full attention. "Clean the
board, put the books in the right order" He waved his hand at the books
people had returned to the room that morning "Then take your seat." He
sounded almost like a Drill Sergeant. The thing is, though, he did this
every morning-- and to me only. Looking back, he used to assign people to
do certain chores in the classroom but he did away with that so everyone
could have more social time while I cleaned stuff up. Did he know I was a
faggot, too, or did he just do what alpha males normally do in life? Was
it like I had a scent on me or something?

I heard some sniggering as I spotted Alec gesturing toward me as he
talked to Matt. Most of the boys were taking looks at me, and the girls
were just rolling their eyes. Well- some of the girls looked like they
were cheering me on but I didn't let that distract me from my work. I
started to lean over to pick up some of the books that fell, and that was
when I heard Matt say out loud "I see what you mean"...

It dawned on me that my outfit was not my typical outfit. I usually wore
loose jeans and a t-shirt-- today I was wearing tight fitting jeans, a
rainbow bracelet and a bright pink shirt. My butt was on show, and so was
this rainbow bracelet that I still didn't associate with pride. I knew
that gay meant that a man liked another man, but my teacher had said--
loudly-- no one in this room was gay!! But once I was conscious of what I
was wearing and that the other kids could see me in this new outfit, it
made me blush. But it was with pride. There was something freeing about
wearing this outfit-- it made me feel more confident, rather than
embarrassed. I started to move down to pick the books up in a more
provocative way, like I was showing off my butt. I could see everyone
looking at me. Alec was grinning, sitting back in his chair with his arms
crossed, as if he was monitoring my work. Matt continued to talk to Alec,
as if he was questioning what was going on. Alec just kept that dominant
air about him and answered without any doubt on his face.

Eventually I sat down to get to work, when Matt walked over to my side of
the room to get some papers from a file that was behind me. He leaned in
and whispered, "Find me during break okay?" He quickly made his way
back to his seat. Alec just kept grinning at me when Matt sat down and
started whispering to him again.

I had no idea what Matt wanted. I just went about my work. My teacher
occasionally had me pass out papers, clean things up, and go to the
office to get paperwork for him. I would do menial things for the boys in
the class-- like getting papers and whatnot for them. We had art class
later, and the female teacher didn't have me do anything for her but the
guys sure did. It was like they were taking Alec's cue, when they saw me
do things for him they didn't feel bad asking me to do stuff, too. Matt
was a little standoffish but other guys did it. There was one point where
the art teacher did chide a kid for bossing me around, but they told her
that I liked it-- and I told her that I sure did. She just shrugged it
off as she was too busy with other things to care about it.

It was break time for our class, which meant we had the choice to stay in
the classroom, go outside, go to the computer lab-- it was our free time
and since we were the oldest in the school it allowed us to figure out
our own independence and our own schedules. It was warm outside so most
kids went outside, as did my teacher-- but I noticed that Matt stayed
inside, so I stayed in with him.

"Hey, come over here." Matt gestured to the desk opposite him, and I
came over to sit down with him. I saw that Alec gave Matt a nod before
leaving the room. "Hey, dude. What's up?"
I shrugged, "Not much. Waiting for the school day to end I guess!" I
giggled as I took a seat opposite Matt and fiddled with my new rainbow
bracelet.

"My Dads are gay ya know. They'd like that bracelet of yours." Matt
chuckled, leaning forward on his desk.

I looked down at my rainbow bracelet and shrugged, "My brother Brian
gave it to me. I think it's cute."

"It's gay is what it is!" Matt exclaimed, laughing heartily.

"Gay?" I suddenly got a flashback to what my teacher was saying during
class yesterday.

"Don't pay attention to that homophobe of a teacher. Nothing wrong with
being gay. So you're gay right?"

I turned my head, considering this. Before I could answer, he spoke up.

"It means you like guys. And dick. Girls do nothing for you."

"Yeah, I guess." It didn't take me long to answer him. Like I said, I
was feeling confident in this new outfit, being this new me.

"But from what Alec says-- you're not just gay, you're a--" He
paused, looking at me, "Jeez, I don't like that word."

"A faggot?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's what he said. If you ever called my dads faggots, I'd
freakin' beat you up man. They ain't faggots. But my Dads have told me
a lot-- probably too much--" He laughed, "There's a certain kind of
person who is born a faggot, and as long as they're not being forced
into it and they like it and are proud of themselves, and that's really
important. Too many guys doing it because they're forced to or they're
scared of whatever."

I shook my head vehemently, "No, no! I am not being forced to do
anything. I love my brother and my dad." I wondered for a second if I
shared too much, but he seemed to know everything already.

"Okay. I believe you. So you feel confident in who you are?"
"Yes Sir, I am a faggot Sir." I spoke with confidence, probably more
than I meant to but I didn't care.

He rolled his eyes and laughed. "I meant gay, but that answer works too,
ha. Not all gay men are faggots. I'm not gay, but I'm bi so that's
fun." I probably looked confused as he answered my question-- "It means
I like both girls and guys. I'm not a faggot, though."

"I feel like I'm finally awake. Like I finally understand who I am."

Matt paused, looking me over. "Good. I'm glad. Sorry I never really
talked to you before. I just shrugged as he continued, "But if you're a
faggot I'm gonna treat you like one. If you aren't, I won't treat like
you like one. Get it?"

I nodded, pausing for a second. I fiddled with my bracelet, looking down.
I don't know why I took a moment-- but I felt so good. It felt so
confident-- my butt looked good, I looked good, I felt good. "Yes Sir. I
am a faggot Sir. I understand this. I embrace it." I started to tear up,
wiping my eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I guess I'm just surprised at how nice you're being."

Matt shrugged, "I was raised to be honest, decent, and respectful. I
know enough about the world to know that if you say you're a faggot,
then I gotta respect that and put you in your place."

I sniffed, rubbing my eyes-- "Thank you Sir." I understood the purpose
of my rainbow bracelet a little more now-- it was a symbol of me being
able to tell people that I was gay. It was my attitude, my demeanor, my
obedience that ultimately made me a faggot. It all made sense and was all
adding up.

Matt stood up, "Anyways, I'm going outside. Thank you for the talk,
fag. I'll let Brian know how good you did." He winked at me and grabbed
his crotch to give me a little show, then went outside. I sat there for a
second, not sure what to do.

As I stood up, I saw Alec in the doorway. I walked over, and he whispered
into my ear. "In the bathroom, last stall, sit down and put your legs
up, faggot." My obedience didn't waver, as I nodded to him to affirm.
He walked into the classroom as I walked out to go to the bathroom. We
were the only class with free time right now so the bathroom should be
relatively empty. I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I wasn't
about to disobey him.

I went into the last stall-- there were about fifteen or so stalls in the
bathroom. I went in, put my legs up (I figured he wanted me to do this to
make people think it was empty) and waited. It felt like an hour (it was
probably more like fifteen minutes) that I waited for Alec to come in--
but sure enough, I saw his red sneakers walking toward the stall.

He opened it, looked down at me and patted my head, "Good faggot." He
whispered, probably not wanting to attract attention. He got his phone
out and seemed to be Facetiming someone, which I realized was my brother.
I heard someone at the bathroom door but Alec wasn't phased. He pulled
his pants down with his free hand and out his dick came. It was soft,
just like it was yesterday-- but it was this really light brown, almost
like a tan color that highlighted his Latino heritage. It was long, but
not a beer can like Brian's. I was conflicted, I wasn't sure if I liked
Alec's dick better than Brian's or not! I immediately felt shame for
considering that Alec's dick was better than my brother's, but I
didn't really have a lot of time to think because he grabbed my head and
pushed it onto his dick. I was in heaven again-- I swear, I started
salivating while he was in my mouth. A strong torrent of piss started
coming out. I tried my best to take it all down-- it had a watery taste,
rather than the strong pungent taste of my brother's. That made it
easier to take down, but there was so much coming that it inevitably
started leaking a little bit onto my shirt. Not too much, but enough for
people to notice. My little clit was so stiff. Alec's pissing slowed,
and he patted my head when he was done. I looked up at him with this
drunken stupor on my face, not being able to express how good I felt.
Alec's dick was hard now, but he did something I didn't expect-- he
turned around. Before I could ask he shoved my face into his ass. I could
see his pink hole on the light brown skin of his-- it looked so
delicious. It was like instinct took over me as I started tonguing his
hole as much as I could. Alec started moaning loudly, which caused
whoever was standing at the bathroom door to bang. He groaned, pushing my
head back.

"Dammit, running out of time." He forcibly took my hair and shoved my
mouth back onto his cock. "Need to be quick faggot", he rasped, humping
me like a jackrabbit. "Errgh, I'm close." He pulled me out of his
mouth, pushing my head down a bit. He started to jack himself off as I
salivated thinking about his delicious cock and hole. Suddenly, I felt
cum spurting into my hair. I panicked, wondering what others would think
once I went back to class.

Alec patted my cheek, "Figure it out, faggot. Do it right." He looked
to his phone, "All done bro. His training's going well. Good job." He
ended the Facetime call, putting his phone away. He then left, giving
Matt a fist bump as they left to go back to class. I looked up at the
clock-- I was close to being late for class. I went up to the mirror, my
hair looking a mess from the cum. I didn't want to be late, so I took my
hand and rubbed it all over, like I was putting a gel in my hair. It
looked a little bit slick. I tried to make it so it didn't look like my
hair was clumped. I quickly washed my hands.

I took a quick look up in the mirror-- yep, I was a faggot, alright. Time
to go back to class.



On Wed, Dec 20, 2023 at 6:31 PM Rowena Dubrovna <rowdubrovna@gmail.com>
wrote:
      Hey! Here is part 2!

Categories: Incest, Authoritarian

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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! :) rowdubrovna@gmail.com