Becoming a faggot

My Big Brother Randy

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Characters:

• Darren - The main character and faggot
• Randy - Darren's older brother
• Chris - Randy's high school friend
• Scotty – Darren’s cousin
• Mark – Chris’ younger brother
• Steve – Scotty’s best friend
• Brian – Scotty’s friend
• Paul – Scotty’s friend
• Matty – faggot that lives near Scotty

Mark stood there watching the faggot scramble off the bed at the sound of Chris getting back. Randy had his own load dripping off his face onto his cum coated chest. Mark saw a pair of Chris’ dirty white briefs laying on the floor and bent to pick them up. He stepped over to the faggot and used the dirty underwear to wipe the cum off the fag’s stomach and chest, before using them to smear fagjuice all over Randy’s cheeks, forehead and facial hair.

“Alright faggot, I think that’s good enough,” Mark said as he tossed the cummy briefs at Randy, “Put those on.”

Randy looked at the soiled underwear and knowing he had no choice, slipped them on and quickly began to put on the rest of his clothes as Mark left him in Chris’ bedroom.

Chris was carrying a pizza and beers when Mark walked into the livingroom. “Where’s Randy?” Chris asked, as he walked to the kitchen and Mark followed, “I saw his car out front.”

“Yeah, he’s just cleaning up after I fucked him on your bed,” Mark replied.

“Ha, very funny,” Chris laughed at what he thought was a joke. He set down the pizza on the counter and handed his little brother a bottle of beer, “You’re probably thirsty then after the work out.”

“You know it,” Mark took the beer from Chris and twisted it open, taking a big swig, “He wore me out.”

“Who did?” Randy asked as he entered the kitchen.

Chris turned to his friend, offering a beer to him, “So you like my little brother’s dick?” Chris jokingly asked Randy.

Mark laughed at the expression on Randy’s face and seeing him go pale, “What?” Randy stammered, “What are you talking about?”

“Well, Mark was just telling me how he fucked your ass. You’d love riding my rod if you enjoyed his,” Chris teased as he took a sip of beer and went to the livingroom, slapping Randy’s ass as he passed, “I bet you’re pretty tight.”

“Tightest ass I’ve ever fucked, bro,” Mark concurred as he went to follow Chris and leave Randy standing there dazed and confused.

“Why don’t you grab us some slices of pizza, Randy,” Chris shouted.

“Yeah faggot, get us some pizza and feel free to grab yourself a beer,” Mark whispered to Randy as he walked by and laughed when he saw Randy’s face, “You might want to wipe the cum off your chin before my brother notices and realizes we weren’t kidding.”

Mark sat down in the chair next to the couch where Chris was sitting. Eventually Randy walked in carrying two plates with pizza on them. He first handed a plate to Mark, who took it without acknowledging Randy, and then gave one to Chris.

“Thanks dude, just set it down” Chris said as he stood, “I gotta take a leak bad.”

As Chris left for the bathroom, Randy went back in the kitchen and returned a few seconds later with his own pizza and beer. He went to sit on the couch, but Mark stopped him.

“Hold on, faggot,” Mark said louder than Randy would have liked, “Turn around.”

Nervous at what Mark had in mind, he faced away from the boy. He saw Mark’s hands reach around to the front of his pants and undo them so they fell to the floor. Randy’s hands were full, so he couldn’t stop it from happening. “What are you doing?” Randy asked in a whisper, his voice shaking a little.

“Figured you’d want some special sauce for your pizza,” Mark told him, as he not too gently rammed two fingers into Randy’s wet pussy.

Randy grunted and quickly pulled away, but not before Mark had dug his fingers around in his ass. Randy turned back toward Mark and saw the boy had scooped a glob of cum from Randy’s hole and was now adding spit to it. Mark grabbed Randy’s plate and proceeded to drip the mixture onto the slice of pizza. Randy was mortified. He bent down to pull up his pants and Mark took that opportunity to wipe his hand off on Randy’s face.

“You can thank me later,” Mark laughed, as Randy barely had his pants up and buttoned before they heard the toilet flush. Mark handed Randy the pizza just as Chris came back into the room and sat on the couch.

Randy sat next to Chris and stared at his slice of pizza, seeing the layer of spit and cum coating the top. Worried that Chris would notice, he quickly took several bites to get rid of the evidence.

“Good pizza, huh?” Chris asked, taking a bite of his own, “This place makes the best.”

The taste of Mark’s sperm was unmistakable as Randy chewed up the mouthful of cummy pizza. As he swallowed, he could feel the cum leaking from his ass into the pair of Chris’ dirty briefs. A part of him was secretly excited to be in Chris’ used underwear, and he wondered if he’d feel less disgusted with himself if it was Chris’ load dripping from his ass.

“Randy was just telling me how this was his favorite combination,” Mark said, as he watched the fag eat his special slice of pizza.

“You guys want another slice,” Chris asked, starting to get up.

“Sure. Randy why don’t you get us some,” Mark suggested, as he stood up, “I’m gonna go take a piss, this beer went straight through me.”

Mark walked off to the bathroom carrying his bottle of beer, smiling when he saw Randy head into the kitchen without complaint, wiping the cum off his face that Mark had left there. Randy was in a trance as he piled three more slices onto his plate and carried it back to the other room. He put a slice on Chris’ plate and then Mark’s.

“Thanks,” Chris acknowledged, “So your cousin Scotty is pretty wild. He was telling me how he has an older fag that he’s been training.”

Randy nearly dropped his plate, worried what Scotty had told Chris about this ‘fag’, knowing it was him. “Really? He never mentioned it.”

“Yeah, can you imagine being that big a faggot that you’d let a kid like Scotty boss you around?” Chris commented, as he finished off his beer and stood, “I’ll grab us another.”

Chris walked out of the room just as Mark returned from the bathroom. “Here, I brought you a beer,” Mark said as he sat a bottle in front of Randy and grabbed the one Randy had been drinking, “It’s recycled but I figured you’d probably prefer that.”

Randy picked up the beer Mark had brought him, feeling the warm liquid through the glass. “Take a sip and tell me what you think,” Mark ordered.

Randy brought the bottle up to his nose and could smell it was filled with Mark’s piss. He hesitated. “Drink it, faggot.” Mark whispered harshly, “Don’t be ungrateful for your gift. You’ve got my cum in your cunt and now you’ll have my piss in your belly.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Randy muttered and put the bottle to his lips and closed his eyes as he titled it up and tasted the hot piss as it filled his mouth.

“I thought you needed another one?” Randy heard Chris ask, as he came back into the room with two more beers.

“He took mine, apparently he’s really thirsty and couldn’t wait for you to bring him his own.” Mark explained and grabbed one of the fresh beers from Chris, “I heard you talking about how Scotty has a fag?”

“Yeah, he was telling me the other night about how he pissed all over the dude,” Chris shared, as he sat back down next to his friend.

“Fag’s love a real man’s piss,” Mark said, watching Randy continue to drink his from the bottle, “My faggot up north use to beg me to piss down his throat.”

“You mean that dude me and Randy’s brother, Richard, introduced you to?” Chris asked, sounding a little surprised, “He never drank our piss. But god damn could he suck cock like a pro.”

“Yeah, him. This one time he’d just finished sucking my dick and once he’d swallowed my load, I told him I had to piss. He asked me if I’d piss in his mouth instead,” Mark remembered, “He guzzled it down without spilling a drop and was hooked on the taste of my piss from then on.”

“We’ll have to make Darren our regular piss drinker,” Chris suggested, “So that we don’t have to bother getting up to use the toilet.”

“That’ll be hot,” Mark drank more of his beer, “Get him well trained so that I can have my own personal fag urinal at school.”

“I’d allow that,” Chris told Mark, “But just remember that he’s my faggot and you need to clear it with me before you do anything more than make him suck your dick and take your piss.”

“You got it, bro,” Mark agreed, looking over at his own fag who had just drained his bottle, “You must be enjoying my beer, Randy, the way you guzzled it down.”

Randy had been looking between Mark and Chris as he tried to quickly finish off the bottle, humiliated at drinking the piss of his best friend’s little brother while his friend watched unaware. As he emptied the bottle and swallowed the last mouthful of piss, he burped loudly, the foul taste coming back up. At the same time, he couldn’t suppress a wet fart as Mark’s cum tried to escape his loose cunt.

“Fucking nasty, dude,” Chris said, covering his nose with one hand while punching his buddy in the arm with the other, “From the sound of that one, you probably need to go check your shorts.”

Mark couldn’t resist and added, “Nah dude, it’s just my baby makers leaking out of his ass.” Mark and Chris broke up into laughter, as Randy sat there ashamed as the fresh load of cum dripped from what was now undeniably his pussy. He looked over at Chris, who had no idea that Mark wasn’t kidding, and he thought how handsome his friend was when he was smiling and laughing. A feeling of desire overcame him and confused him at the same time.

Randy couldn’t take it any longer, “Ah shit, Chris, I forgot my sister asked me to help her move her stuff out tonight.” Randy lied, making up an excuse so that he could get away from his young tormentor, and his friend who was tormenting him in a different way.

“Oh right, Tyson told me he was moving in with your sister,” Chris knew the guy from college.

“Yeah, sorry about that, but I should probably get going,” Randy said, as he stood up to go.

“Perfect,” Mark jumped up, “You can drop me off and save Chris a trip.”

There was no way that Randy wanted to be alone with Mark another minute, “No really, I gotta get home, she’s probably wondering if I forgot.”

“What are you talking about? My mom’s place is on your way,” Mark informed him.

“Do me that favor buddy and take my little brother home,” Chris tossed his beer back and reclined on the couch, spreading his legs wide, “I’ll owe you one. Let’s plan to leave Thursday for the camping trip, I’ve got all the gear we’ll need.”

Randy was unknowingly staring at the bulge in his buddy’s crotch, when he felt Mark grab him by the arm and pull him toward the front door. “Let’s go,” Mark ordered, “We can have some quality time together. If you’re lucky, you’ll get another load in your ass.”

As Mark led Randy from the apartment by the arm, they both could hear Chris laughing at what his brother had said.

Darren knelt on the floor next to Matty, listening to Scotty explain how the contest would start. Darren kept glancing around the room at all the boys, taking in how cute and hot they each were in their own ways. But Darren found himself drawn to Steve and the boy’s beautiful smile most, out of all of them. His chest was more muscled and hairier and even though he wasn’t the tallest out of the group or the one with the biggest dick, there was something about his presence that made Darren weak.

“Before we start the contest, I’m going to put us into teams,” Scotty explained to the roomful of boys, “Me and Paul will take Darren aka faggot and Steve and Brian can have Matty aka bitch. Whichever team’s fag performs best will be declared the winner.”

“And what’s the prize for winning?” Steve asked, as the boys separated into their teams. Steve snapped his fingers and bitch Matty crawled over to kneel at his side.

“Well, to start I was thinking the winning fag could have the privilege of getting his little dick sucked by the losing one,” Scotty continued.

“Sounds fair enough,” Paul spoke up as he pulled faggot Darren over to kneel between him and Scotty, “But what do WE get if our fag wins?”

“The winning team should get their dicks sucked by the losing team,” Brian suggested, grabbing his impressive bulge and pulling Matty’s face into it, “This might be your chance to get a taste of my big ol’ dick, Paul. You and Matty can compare notes later.”

“No way, dude,” Paul responded laughing, “Considering you suggested that as the prize, I think you’re just hoping your fag loses so you can have an excuse to finally suck my dick like you’ve been wanting to.”

“I’m sure we can all agree that the ones who should be sucking dick are the two fags,” Scotty jumped in with another suggestion that he hoped the boys would all agree was better, “How about the losing team has to kiss the assess of the winning team?”

They all agreed and the contest could now get underway. But first Scotty headed to the kitchen to get the four boys soda. For the game he had in mind, they would all need to piss later. Grabbing soda from the fridge, Scotty pictured Steve kissing his ass the way Randy had kissed Chris’ after losing the drive-in game.

They did a coin toss to see which team got to decide the first game and Scotty and Paul won. Since Scotty already had a game in mind for later, he told Paul to start them off.

The red haired boy said they should play a spanking game that he decided to call ‘whack a butt’. The rules were simple. Each fag was to lay face down across the side of the bed and present their bare ass. Each team would then take a turn slapping the ass of the opposing team’s fag. The fags were ordered to not make any noise or else they’d be the automatic loser of the game. The winning team would be the one that got the fag’s ass reddest after ten turns each.

Darren watched as Matty crawled up to lay across the bed, with his thong on full display. Darren didn’t understand why it excited him so much to see the teenage boy’s tanned ass and the way it looked with the thong strap separating his buttcheeks, barely covering his asshole. When Steve pulled the thong off, Darren’s little dick jumped to see Matty had a deep tanline from where the thong strap had been. When Darren was positioned on the bed beside Matty and his underwear pulled off, all the boys laughed seeing his hard little clit throbbing against the side of the bed.

Darren wasn’t expecting it or prepared for how much it hurt when Steve delivered the first slap to his little ass. He almost forgot that he wasn’t meant to make any noise and barely suppressed a yelp. Darren had never been spanked before, not even by his mom, and he was dreading the next one. He looked over at Matty as Paul took his turn and Darren admired how the boy didn’t even flinch.

Next, Brian stepped up to Darren, but this time he was anticipating it and kept quiet. Darren noticed that the two boys spanking his butt were the biggest of the four and he thought it was a little unfair to be spanked by them rather than the two smaller boys. When Scotty took his turn on Matty’s ass, Darren understood that the size of the boys didn’t matter. Unlike when Paul spanked him, Matty cringed and his lips quivered when Scotty’s hand connected with his butt.

The game continued like this, each boy spanking the other team’s fag, hoping to cause him to scream out. Darren was counting the butt slaps, knowing he only had to get through ten from Steve and Brian. He concentrated on enduring them, despite how each subsequent spanking seemed to hurt worse than the last due to his increasingly sore ass.

When Steve stepped up for his seventh turn, he bent over and whispered in Darren’s ear. “You doing okay, boy?” he asked, “I realize you aren’t as experienced as Matty and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes Sir, I’m fine,” Darren responded, feeling relieved that the older boy was concerned about him. That relief was quickly replaced by a raging fire on his butt, a fire that was the direct result of Steve delivering a hard slap that made Darren jump up to his knees on the bed and scream out.

“HA! You lose this one,” Steve shouted and high fived Brian.

Scotty glared at Darren and took no notice of the few tears running down his face, “You better win the next one, faggot,” He muttered.

It was Brian’s turn to pick the game they’d play with the fags. He immediately came up with the idea for a game he called ‘Milk the fag’. Each team would work on the opposing team’s fag and whichever team could make a fag cum first would win. The only rule was that no team member could make one of the fags suck their cock, as it was obvious that would make any fag cum instantly.

Both fags were ordered to lie on their backs on the floor and not move. Darren was actually thankful that the spanking had hurt so much, because it had caused his little dick to go soft. Brian got on one side of Darren and Steve on the other, with Scotty and Paul positioning themselves around Matty.

As the game was about to start, Steve looked over to Matty, “Just remember bitch, my brother, Craig, will punish you if you cum without his permission.”

“Yes Sir,” Matty acknowledged. Darren looked over and was shocked to see that Matty’s dick was already sticking straight up and had to be the biggest in the room.

“That doesn’t matter,” Scotty responded, “The faggot has the same rule and knows what will happen if he cums without permission.”

“He’s already done it once just from sucking my dick,” Steve reminded them all, “So get ready to lose, dude.”

“Okay guys, stop the bullshit talk,” Brian interjected, “Let’s just see who can get their fag milked the quickest. Go!”

As soon as the word was given, all four boys went to the task at hand. Darren wasn’t able to focus on what was being done to Matty, because he was quickly overwhelmed with the sensation of four hands on his body. Brian spit into one hand and wrapped it around Darren’s soft little dick, tugging on it attempting to get it hard. He spit into his other hand and moved it between Darren’s legs and started to lightly rub a wet finger around Darren’s hole.

At the same time, Steve knelt by Darren’s head and reached down and used both hands to gently play with the erect nipples on Darren’s chest. Darren resisted the sensations from the boys manipulating his body and closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on not letting his little dick get hard.

“Look at me,” He heard Steve demand, and Darren’s eyes immediately shot open, staring up at the beautiful boy looking down at him. As soon as their eyes made contact, Darren felt his dick begin to swell.

Steve lay down next to Darren, one hand continuing to play with his nipples, while the other caressed the side of Darren’s face and turned it to him. “I want you to enjoy this, boy,” Steve whispered, “I’m sorry if I hurt you earlier, but I’m not going to hurt you now.”

Darren stared into the boy’s beautiful blue eyes, seeing in them the sincerity of his words. Steve pet Darren’s hair and gently stroked his face, keeping his head turned toward him.

“Do you want to be a good boy for me?” Steve continued to speak to Darren sweetly, eyes locked. At those words, Darren smiled at the older boy and nodded his head slightly.

“Do you want to please me, baby?” Hearing Steve call him baby reminded Darren of his Sir, Chris, and he gasped, while at the same time he felt his dick continue to harden in Brian’s hand as the other boy pressed a finger more forcefully at his hole. Without a moment’s hesitation, Darren moaned “Yes Sir”.

Steve lifted his arm to wrap it around the fag. As soon as Steve did that, Darren smelled the wonderful scent coming from the boy and buried his face in his damp armpit and began to inhale deeply.

“Good girl,” Darren heard Steve praise, as the older boy pressed the fag deeper into his ripe pit and Brian finally got a finger in his tight hole.

Between the smell invading his senses, the feeling emanating from his hole, having his face held firmly against the boy, and hearing Steve call him a good girl, Darren’s entire body convulsed at once and he felt his little dick spasm in Brian’s fist.

“Fuck yeah, the fag’s cumming! We win!” Brian announced and immediately Darren was left abandoned on the floor as the two boys jumped up and taunted the other team for losing again. Darren felt the aftershocks of the orgasm as his penis dripped out the last of his cum onto his smooth belly. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes and a sob building in his chest, when Steve knelt beside him, his back to the rest of the group.

Steve bent down until their noses were almost touching, “Good job, faggot,” Steve said and then quickly kissed him on the lips, before standing up to join Brian in their celebration for winning two games in a row.

They had just climbed into Randy’s beat up truck parked in front of Chris’ apartment building, when Mark gave an order that made Randy’s heart stop, “Strip faggot.”

“Come on, Mark, you can’t be serious?” Randy started to object, when Mark slapped him hard across the face.

“Don’t fuckin’ argue with me, bitch,” Mark slapped him again, “Just be a good boy and do as you’re told. And don’t forget to call me Sir or Master.”

“Yes Sir,” Randy muttered and began to pull off his clothes, Mark taking each article from him and tossing them on the floor at the young boy’s feet.

“You reek, faggot,” Mark noticed, as Randy got down to just the pair of Chris’ underwear, “I can smell piss and cock on your breath.”

“Sorry Sir,” Was all Randy could think to say in response.

“Nah, don’t be sorry bitch, I like knowing you are so well marked with my scent,” Mark smiled wickedly, “Surprised my brother didn’t notice though. Now take off his briefs and hold them in your mouth as you drive. I don’t want to hear your whiny voice as we talk about how things are gonna be from now on.”

Randy reluctantly peeled off the briefs and now sat in the truck completely naked next to his young Master, who was fully clothed. He brought the underwear up to his face and could clearly smell his cum all over them, but also thought he could pick up a trace of what must have been Chris’ ball sweat and even the familiar smell of his buddy’s ass.

Mark laughed at the sight of Randy’s dick getting hard as he sniffed at Chris’ dirty shorts, “Get them in your mouth fag and drive.”

Randy pushed the pouch into his mouth and then started up the truck and pulled away from the curb. He could taste his cum as it seeped from the fabric onto his tongue.

It pleased Mark to see his fag obey him with so little resistance. He felt powerful and his dick was rock hard in his pants having this older guy willingly submit to him. “You’re my faggot now and will never hesitate again when I give you an order. If you’re a good bitch, I’ll keep your secret. Of course, you’ll be expected to serve some of my friends, but I’ll make sure they don’t spread it around what a fag you are.”

As he drove, Randy felt his dick leaking precum and more of Mark’s cum dripping from his ass. He was ashamed to admit to himself that the thought of serving Mark and his friends excited him. But he kept going back to the image of Chris with his legs spread on the couch, his bulge on full display, daring Randy to drop between his buddy’s legs and beg for his cock. Mark had done a number on his head and he didn’t understand why he was feeling this way toward his friend, but had to wonder if he’d always had a desire to serve Chris and just had been denying it all these years of knowing him.

“You want my brother’s dick, don’t you?” Mark asked, as if reading his mind. Randy shot him a look that answered the question. Mark could see in his eyes that Randy was struggling with the truth. Luckily for the faggot, Mark had helped a few fags come to accept what they were, “Yeah, I figured. Well, it might just happen, but once you beg to suck his cock, your friendship won’t ever be the same, I can tell you that.”

Trembling slightly, Randy turned his attention back to the road and listened as Mark instructed him to turn down one street and then another. They continued to drive as Mark continued to speak.

“It’s been obvious to me from the day I met you that you were a fag deep down, I’m just surprised that your brother Richard and my brother never saw it,” Mark shared, “I guess you did a pretty good job hiding it from them. My brother told me about all the times you would bang chicks in the same room, so he never had a clue you were actually into his dick. That was probably the only reason you wanted to fuck a girl, is to get a chance to perve on my naked brother next to you.”

The words bounced around in Randy’s head and he felt tears welling up in his eyes, as he began to wonder if it wasn’t true. He had always loved to watch Chris fuck a girl, but he had just figured it was because he liked how close it felt for them to do something like that together. Now, as he thought back to those times, he could imagine a situation where he had secretly been jealous of the girl Chris was fucking.

“Alright, fag, we’re here. Pull into that carport,” Mark ordered, as Randy pulled up to a house that must be the one Mark lived in with his mom. Randy parked his truck in the covered driveway next to the garage and then just sat there lost in his thoughts.

Before Randy realized what was happening, Mark had moved next to him on the benchseat and pulled Randy down across his lap. Randy was too tall to lay down flat, so his ass lifted up to allow him to press his feet against one door while his face was pushed against the other.

“Now time for your punishment for cumming without permission,” Mark stated and began to spank Randy hard across his ass. The pain made Randy jump and Mark put a hand firmly on the naked fag’s back to hold him down, “Don’t worry, my mom’s not home yet.”

Mark continued to slap Randy’s ass, alternating between asscheeks, “I hope this will help you learn that the next time you want to cum when I’m fucking your pussy, you’ll ask me before you empty your pathetic load out of that little dick of yours.” To emphasize his point, Mark reached between Randy’s legs and grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard. Randy moaned into the pair of dirty underwear stuffed in his mouth, the pain bringing new tears to his eyes.

Still holding the fag by the balls, Mark used his other hand to wail on his ass again. The bitch jerked around, but lay there taking his punishment and Mark took this as a sign of him having accepted their respective positions as Master and faggot. He gripped the fag’s nuts harder and stopped spanking his ass long enough to dig two fingers into the pussy hidden between the reddening buttcheeks.

“Fuck that’s hot, your cunt is still wet with my cum,” Mark noticed, “Think we need to add some more.”

With that said, Mark maneuvered his body from under Randy and laid down on top of the faggot, working his legs between the fag’s and spreading them to get better access to the pre-lubed fuckhole. Randy knew what was about to happen and did nothing to stop it, his mind conflicted with the realization that he was about to take another load from his best friend’s little brother and yet wishing it was Chris who was going to fuck his ass and deposit his cum inside. Instead of trying to push the smaller boy off of him, which he easily could have, he found himself reaching back and spreading his ass for his young Master.

“Fuck yeah, bitch, show me how bad you want more of my baby batter in your pussy,” Mark hissed through clenched teeth as he undid his pants enough to pull out his raging boner.

Randy’s head slammed into the passenger door, as Mark shoved his dick into his ass. The boy grabbed his hips and pulled Randy back onto his dick until it was completely buried in the warm wet pussy between his legs. The boy’s cum from earlier allowed his dick to easily fuck in and out, and Randy heard himself moaning and felt his own dick get even harder and pump out precum every time Mark shoved his cock forward.

“I own you bitch, and you’ll eventually learn to love it,” Mark panted as he plowed his fag’s pussy. It only took a few more strokes in and out before he felt the tingle in his balls announcing the approaching orgasm. He reached underneath the fag and grabbed him by the balls and squeezed, as he rammed his dick deep into the faggot, hearing him groan in pain and feeling the pussy clutch around his cock. The cunt milked his dick and Mark’s balls fired off another load deep into his fag. Mark threw his head back and howled as his seed emptied out and filled his fag’s pussy for a second time that day.

Had it not been for Mark gripping his balls in his fist, Randy might have cum again from his Master fucking him, but the pain in his nuts prevented him from any potential orgasm. He could feel Mark’s cock throbbing in his ass, as the hot sperm coated his insides. Once Mark was done and pulled out of his ass, Randy felt the cum running out of his loose hole and down across his balls. “Stay,” Was all Mark said as the boy climbed off of Randy and got out of the truck on the driver’s side.

Randy jumped when the passenger side door was opened a moment later and his head fell free to hang off the side of the benchseat. “Clean me off,” Was Mark’s next simple command, as the boy pulled the dirty briefs from Randy’s mouth only to replace them with his slimy cock. He let Randy suck on it and get all the remaining seed out of the cumtube before he pushed Randy’s head back down and stood there above him.

Uncertain if he should move or not, Randy waited for Mark’s next order when he felt a hot stream of piss land on the back of his head. Feeling completely used, he just lay there naked across the benchseat, his hole leaking copious amounts of cum as Mark soaked his hair in piss, the hot urine running down the back of Randy’s neck and over the sides of his face.

Randy watched as his Master moved the piss stream from his head, down his back, across the benchseat, and finally to the pile of clothes near the passenger seat. Once he was sure the fag and truck were well marked, the boy squatted a little and directed the stream up into Randy’s face. Mark used his fingers to pry Randy’s mouth open and he stuffed his dick between the fag’s lips to let him drink down the last of the piss as the flow eventually stopped. The young Master shook his dick off in the fag’s face and then stuffed it back in his pants.

“Alright faggot, you can get dressed now and leave,” Mark said and further added to the humiliation by depositing a few wads of spit into Randy’s piss soaked hair. “Oh, and don’t forget these. You can worship them all you want, but just remember that you don’t cum without my permission.”

Randy felt the pair of Chris’ underwear land on his naked back and then with his head still hanging down, he watched his Master’s feet as they walked away, leaving Randy dripping with piss and cum and wondering what he had become.

“You better not lose again, faggot,” Scotty growled at Darren and then ordered Matty to clean up the cum that Brian and Steve had successfully milked from Darren’s little dick.

Matty crawled over to Darren and gave the boy a look that expressed how sorry he felt for him at having lost the first two games. The bitch began to lick the cum off Darren’s belly and then was told to feed it to the faggot by spitting it into his mouth. Darren held his mouth open as Matty’s face hovered above his and saw the cum descending from Matty’s lips as he drooled it onto Darren’s tongue. He compared the taste of his own cum to that of all the boy’s whose cum he had swallowed, and Darren thought that he preferred theirs over his.

“Okay, let’s get the fags into the bathtub,” Scotty instructed, “Now that we’ve each had two cans of soda, we’re ready for a game of ‘pissfag target practice’.”

Once all the boys were gathered in the bathroom and the two fags had crawled from the bedroom and were kneeling in the tub, Scotty explained the next game in their fag competition, “The fags will stay still with their mouths open as the targets. Each team will take a piss and try to hit the target. As the fags catch the piss in their mouths, they’ll need to swallow it so that it doesn’t spill out. Whichever team that has the best aim and soaks their fag the least, wins.”

“Awesome,” Brian said, adjusting the bulge in his pants, “Except I’ll need to wait for my dick to go down before I can piss.”

“Okay, well then you can go last. Let’s blindfold the fags so they aren’t tempted to try to move to catch the piss in their mouths,” Steve suggested. Everyone agreed and Paul went back to the bedroom to find something they could use as blindfolds.

All the boys approved when Paul returned with Matty’s thong and the underwear that Darren had cum in earlier when he was sucking Steve’s cock. The thong was secured on Darren so that the pouch was covering his nose and eyes, forcing him to breath in the scent of Matty’s big dick and balls. Matty in turn was blindfolded with Darren’s underwear and could smell the cum that had soaked the fabric.

“Alright fags, open up those mouths and get ready to be trained as our urinals,” Scotty ordered. As Darren opened his mouth, he realized that he was not much different to the boys than a urinal they’d use in a public toilet.

“Now remember guys, this is as much about your aim as it is about the fags doing their jobs as urinals and flushing our piss quickly down their throats so their mouths don’t back up and overflow,” Darren heard Scotty remind the group, “Since Brian needs to wait for his dick to go soft, I guess it’s me and Steve up first. Take your position in front of your team’s piss fag.”

Unable to see, Darren waited anxiously for Scotty’s stream of piss to begin filling his mouth. When a burst of piss hit him in the face, it surprised him and he jerked back and the stream hit his chest.

“Get back into position, faggot!” Scotty shouted at him and Darren moved back forward and held still as Scotty redirected his stream into Darren’s open mouth, “That’s better fag, now don’t fucking move.”

“Come on Steve, you can do better than that,” Brian goaded his teammate, “Or do you like pissing ON the bitch so much that you are willing to lose the game?”

Scotty looked over and saw that Steve was having a hard time getting his piss flow going and as a result, it wasn’t strong enough to reach his fag’s mouth.

“Ah, is little Stevie pee shy?” Paul teased, causing Steve’s stream to weaken noticeably, “You need some privacy in order to go pee pee?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve snarled, as he was able to get his piss started and finally make it into Matty’s open mouth, but not before soaking the fag pretty thoroughly.

Thrilled to see Steve struggling, Scotty hadn’t had much of a problem finding his target and once he had, he concentrated on keeping the flow of piss going and the stream steady. He had to piss bad and it was quickly filling up the faggot’s mouth, “You better flush soon, faggot,” Scotty told his fag cousin, “You don’t want to spill any of my precious piss out of that urinal mouth of yours.”

Scotty watched as Darren gulped down the mouthful of piss, but the stupid fag closed his mouth in order to do so, which meant that Scotty’s piss splashed on his face again, “Keep your god damn mouth open, faggot,” Scotty scolded his fag, who quickly opened up to begin to take piss again, “Try to swallow as I piss in your mouth faggot, constantly flushing without having to close your trap.”

And surprisingly enough, Scotty saw the fag’s throat gulping down the piss even as Scotty filled him up with more, almost as if the piss was going straight down the fag’s throat. He was a natural born urinal and Scotty was proud of himself for having trained the fag to be one. But just as Scotty was praising himself on what a good faggot he had made Darren into, the boy choked and spit piss out all over his own chest. Luckily, Scotty’s bladder was empty and his stream came to a stop just as the fag proved he couldn’t take anymore.

He looked over at Matty and Steve and saw that Steve’s piss was dwindling, missing the bitch’s mouth and spraying him instead on his smooth chest and crotch. Comparing the two, the bitch was by far the wettest. Showing a little compassion for his fag, Scotty stepped over and patted him on the head, “You learn fast, faggot.”

Next up were Paul and Brian. Each stood in front of their respective target, with Paul a few feet in front of faggot and Brian facing bitch. Both fags still knelt obediently with their mouths held wide open, wanting to make as a big a target as possible for their Alpha to piss into. Brian’s dick had finally gone down so that he could piss, but Scotty saw that bitch’s dick was rock hard and sticking up at least 9 if not 10 inches. It was obvious the bitch loved the humiliation of being a urinal for the boys.

“You have some catching up to do, bitch,” Brian said and reached out to lightly smack Matty across the face to get his attention, “I expect a clean sweep and for our team to win everyone of these games. We’re two for two so far, so don’t fuck it up.”

“It’s not the bitch’s fault, Brian,” Paul jumped to Matty’s defense, “Steve’s the one with shitty aim. No surprise though, considering the mess he makes when we use the urinals at the mall. His piss goes everywhere.”

“Just marking my territory, dude,” Steve laughed.

“Let’s start the final round of game 3,” Scotty suggested, knowing they didn’t have much more time before his mom would be home from work, “You can start pissing whenever you’re ready.”

Within a few seconds of Scotty giving the go ahead, both boys let loose a stream of piss that were each expertly directed into the fag urinals in front of them. The fags’ mouths filled up quickly, but Scotty was pleased to see that Darren was doing a better job than Matty of flushing it down. Unless Paul screwed it up, their team was going to win this game, since Matty was dripping with piss while Darren was relatively dry in comparison.

“Ah fuck it,” Brian said, realizing they had already lost and quickly moved his dick to stop pissing in Matty’s mouth and instead hose down Darren from head to toe with his heavy stream.

“What the fuck, dude?” Paul shouted, stepping back to avoid Brian’s piss splattering onto him off of Darren’s chest.

“I figure if we’re gonna lose, I’m gonna enjoy it,” Brian chuckled as his stream slowed and he shook his dick off in Paul’s direction, “Besides, were still ahead two games to one.”

“You’re a pig,” Paul said as his face scrunched up in a look of disgust as he wiped Brian’s piss off his legs.

“Well, we have a winner,” Scotty stepped forward and pulled the blindfolds off both fags, “Congratulations on finally winning a game, faggot.”

Darren and Matty both looked at each other and Matty gave Darren a consoling smile, fully understanding what the other fag must be feeling being drenched in a man’s piss. “You did good,” Matty said quietly to Darren.

“Sorry dudes, we have to call it an end to the games for today,” Scotty apologized to his group of friends, “So far, it’s bitch two, faggot one. We can meet back up tomorrow to have the finals of the fag competition and see who’s the winner. Let’s go in the other room and let these fags dry each other off. But no showering fags, you should wear our piss with pride.” 

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