Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2024 17:36:00 +0000
From: AJ <2son2s@proton.me>
Subject: The Sub Brothers: Part 6

The Sub Brothers: Part 6 -- Gay Authoritarian / Incest

This story is pure fantasy. None of it happened and it is not based in any
part on real events. It involves consensual sexual relationships with adult
men, including brothers.

If you're not old enough to be here, please do not read. If you're not into
kinky male on male gay sex, this is not for you either.

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I stood there in true shock. I never expected to see my dad again, let
alone in such circumstances. I noticed upon closer inspection that he was
also wearing headphones. He likely didn't even know anyone had entered the
room.

"faggot 1, faggot 2: Meet faggot 0," Mr. Paul all but beamed as he
reintroduced us to our father.

"I always knew he'd crawl back to me, literally. Didn't expect it to take
so long and definitely didn't expect him to go and get married and have
babies. But in the end he ended up breeding me two more faggots so it
worked out," Mr. Paul began.

"I didn't like how he treated you though. So I decided when he crawled back
I'd make him pay. With everything. He's now my permanent slave. He signed
over his life to me. He's divorced your mother and the small amount he got
in the settlement is now in my bank account. He owns nothing and lives to
serve me. He doesn't know that his boys are also my faggots. And, in time,
I expect you'll sign your lives to me as well. I don't force it on my
slaves - it must be fully consensual. In the meantime you'll serve me as
free faggots." Mr. Paul trailed off at that point as I continued to stare
at my father and take in the words. For the first time in a day of
surprises I was fully at a loss for words.

"How long has he been here, Sir?" Bubba asked.

"He crawled to me the day after you left, 2. I guess he had a conscience
after all and the guilt drove him to me. I made my offer and he immediately
accepted. I've told you both before that he was my faggot bitch slave when
we were younger. I knew he'd be back. He lives to serve me and couldn't
stay away. Now he's mine for good," replied Mr. Paul.

He began to walk towards dad - or I guess I should refer to him as zero -
as he continued to talk.

"Now, I know you two are submissive faggots but when it comes to zero, you
are always above him. You may use him however you want when I am not
around. He will know the hierarchy as well. Always the bottom rung on the
ladder. He is above no one." As he spoke this he reached forward and took
out zero's headphones.

"Hello slave. I have a surprise for you," said Mr Paul once the headphones
were out. "I'm going to take the gag out but the blindfold stays on."

As the gag came off, zero spoke: "thank you, Master."

"Before I give you your surprise I want to hear you recite your pledge
again," Mr. Paul demanded.

"Yes, Master," zero began. "I willingly submit my life to you, Master. I am
nothing and live only to serve at your will. I own nothing. All that was
once mine is and always was yours. I beg to worship you always, Master."

zero finished his pledge as Mr. Paul was untying him from the bench.

"Good slave. You have much to make up for for making me wait so long for
what was mine. Part of that debt arrived with me here today. Get down and
crawl forward until I say stop, then kneel and stay silent." Mr. Paul
instructed and zero began to crawl. He had to be kicked a few times to go
the correct direction, since he was still blindfolded. Finally Mr. Paul
told him to stop and he assumed the kneeling position.

"Alright, boys. Use him. He's yours for the night. He has no limits. Just
no permanent marks or injuries please. He's my property after all. You can
choose when to reveal your identities - and you must do so before the night
is over. I'll be here to observe but this evening is up to you." Mr. Paul
informed us and then walked away and sat in a chair in the corner.

I looked down at zero, formerly my father. I looked over at bubba, faggot
2. I couldn't read his expression. I looked to Mr. Paul, Master. He nodded
at me. I looked back down at zero and my anguish and pain he had caused
rushed back. I lifted my arm and swung down, hitting the side of his face
with my backhand. He screamed and tumbled over, grabbing his face.

Bubba, understanding the message, stepped forward and kicked between zeros
legs, landing square on his balls. He shrieked in pain.

I stepped forward and spit on him before grabbing my cock and aiming. I let
loose a stream of piss hitting him right in the face. Bubba joined me and
began to pee on our former father's face as well. I spoke to him, zero,
then.

"Open your mouth and swallow it, slave," I ordered. I may be a faggot but I
know how to give commands. I am sure he loves piss just like me, but it's
demeaning nonetheless. Especially once he realizes it's his son pissing in
him and beating him.

Once we were both done and he'd swallowed the last of it, I gave bubba a
look which said it was time to reveal. He nodded in understanding and I
turned back to zero.

"Now take that blindfold off, slave, and look at who just used you as their
urinal," I commanded.

He obeyed immediately and looked up into our faces. His eyes got big as I
hocked and spit into his face.

"Crawl to us and kiss our feet, DAD," I ordered with my arms crossed and
putting an evil grin on my face.

"I want to hear you beg for forgiveness, dad," bubba spoke up. I noticed
tears in his eyes.

"Please, son, forgive me," the slave whimpered at bubbas feet. I kicked
him.

"Son? Did you forget you had two?" I asked before kicking again.

"No! Sorry my sons. Please forgive me boys, I'm sorry," he was openly
weeping now and bubba was as well. But I wasn't done yet. My wounds had
been ripped open.

I walked to him and grabbed his ear and pulled him towards some restraints
I'd seen in the corner. He cried as I laid him down horizontally with his
arms above him. Then I lifted his legs and restrained them in cuffs that
were hanging from the ceiling. So now he was laying down with his arms tied
above his head and his legs in the air, so his hole and cock and balls were
available to abuse.

"Bubba, come here," I gently ordered my brother. "Pull yourself together,
bubba. He doesn't deserve our forgiveness. You don't need to cry for
him. He's getting what he deserves."

"I know, I'm sorry," sobbed bubba, "I just hate him so much. Everything is
happening so fast."

"It's ok, just breathe. Now, I want you to go straddle his face and feed
him that load that I put in your ass earlier. Can you do that?" I
instructed. He nodded a response and, sniffling, walked over to zero's face
and squatted down.

zero tried to say something but was immediately quelled by bubbas cum
filled ass. I then turned my attention to a wall of instruments. I looked
over at Mr. Paul who was smiling and nodding at me. I couldn't decide if I
hated him too or not for putting bubba, who clearly was very emotional,
through this.

But in that moment I didn't care enough to stop. I reached for a metal
device and turned back to my faggot father and brother...

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Part 7 coming soon. As always, I'd love to hear your feedback and comments:
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