Becoming a faggot

My Big Brother Randy

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Main 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
• Craig – Steve’s older brother
• Matty – Craig’s faggot

The Camping Trip (Day three continued)

His guts filling up with Craig’s piss, Randy had no doubts left that he was becoming a faggot. Maybe he was already one, maybe he’d always been one and just never realized it. It would be hard to deny that he wasn’t a faggot, considering just the events of today. He’d been fucked at both ends by two boys many years younger than him. He’d been made to push out of the cum of one of these boys, before having it hand fed to him. And just a moment ago, two brothers had been fighting over getting to fuck him, while he waited to see who would win out and be in his ass next. If that wasn’t a picture of a faggot, he didn’t quite know what would be.

As he listened to Craig and Steve arguing, he heard his cousin’s name come up. Apparently, Scotty had been talking to Steve about his brother, the same way he’d talked with Mark about Chris. It seemed so obvious that they were being manipulated and Randy was a little disappointed that the younger brothers would be so easily swayed in their opinions of their older brothers.

The argument didn’t last long, as Craig apparently grew impatient and decided for them. Craig’s cock split him open, reminding Randy how hot and scary it had been to take it the first time just last night. Getting fucked by such a huge dick and with Chris right in front of them. It was the biggest, fattest cock that he’d been made to take so far. What remained of Mark’s cum didn’t provide nearly enough lube to make for a smooth entry. A moment passed and then it took him a second to recognize that the weird sensation he felt was Craig pissing up his ass. The humiliations never ended.

The stream of piss shooting up inside him felt so different than a cock pumping cum into his ass. When a man came, Randy could feel the cock throbbing in his ass and spurts of hot liquid coating his insides. This was more of an intense and constant spray that quickly had him feel like he would be overflowing. Just as he was about to reach that point, Steve decided he wanted to be next and pulled Randy off Craig’s cock.

Craig hadn’t finished though, so his piss continued to jet out and sprayed Steve and Randy’s legs. This caused Steve to get even more upset with his brother, as they continued to argue over Randy. Soon, the argument escalated into a physical confrontation, when Steve not only suggested that Craig was a fag, but threatened to tell their parents. That was the final push and Craig was suddenly on top of Steve, about to take a swing at his little brother.

Considering they’d been fighting over his ass to start with, Randy felt responsible and had to jump in to break them up. He managed to get Craig off Steve and had him down on the ground. Randy tried to reason with him to calm down, even as Craig struggled to throw Randy off. That’s when Steve took advantage of the situation and dropped down between his brother’s legs, announcing that he was going to fuck him.

“The hell you are,” Craig roared, throwing Randy off and jumping to his feet.

As Randy tumbled to the ground, piss came gushing out of his ass like a fountain. He heard the boys moan in disgust and watched them scramble to get out of the way, laughing at the same time.

“God damn, faggot,” Craig said, once he stopped laughing and caught his breath, “That’s one way to diffuse a situation.”

“Craig, I’m so sorry,” Steve immediately sounded ashamed as he got to his feet, “I don’t know where all that bullshit came from. I would never tell anyone about you and Matty, that’s totally no ones business but yours.”

“It’s alright, little brother,” Craig pulled up his shorts and jokingly replied, “I can only imagine what it’s like having to grow up with a big stud of a brother like me.”

“Yeah right,” Steve laughed, as Craig drew him into a big hug, “It’s unbearable sometimes, having to live under the same roof.”

As he stood up, Randy could feel piss running down the backs and insides of his legs. He stepped into the river to wash off, happy to see that the two brothers had come to their senses. He glanced over to Paul and Brian, who still looked a little uncomfortable with what had just gone down.

“You need to be careful of Scotty,” Randy spoke up, trying to choose his words cautiously, unsure of just how close Steve and his little cousin were, “It seems like he’s trying to get between you two with all the stuff he was saying about Craig and Matty. I heard him doing the same thing with Mark, trying to convince him that Chris is a faggot.”

When that word came out of Randy’s mouth, used in the context of his best friend, he suddenly understood just how offensive it would be to a man like Craig or Chris. Or anyone really, anyone other than someone who had been shown that it was what they were.

“Well, we won’t let that little shit get away with this,” Craig reassured the group, “Let’s get back to camp. I’ve put him in his place before, seems like he needs a reminder.”

As Randy grabbed his shorts, Craig made him hand them over. Apparently, he was going to walk naked back to camp. So Randy followed the two sexy brothers, as they led the way. Brian and Paul were behind, both grabbing and slapping at his ass to make him jump and squirm. The walk back wasn’t very long, but Randy felt his status sink in further with every step. He didn’t really listen to what anyone talked about, he was lost in his own thoughts. He just watched from behind as the two siblings walked ahead of him. Randy found himself thinking about how sexy the two were, that actually he found everyone on this trip attractive. That was, except Scotty. His little cousin was ugly from the inside out.

They reached camp within a few minutes and found Darren and Matty preparing dinner. Randy got hard seeing Matty standing there in his thong speedo. He was happy to see that Chris hadn’t returned yet, to avoid having his friend ask why he was naked with a hardon. It made Randy feel better to see Darren smiling and laughing with Matty. His little brother had seemed a little down all weekend.

“Hello ladies,” Craig said jokingly, as he came up behind Matty and Darren and pulled them into a hug and kissed each on the cheek, “Now, before Chris returns, we’ve got some business to take care of, Steve having his first fuck with Randy.”

“Yeah, no way I’m sticking my dick in his ass,” Steve quickly responded, slapping Randy’s butt, “It’s probably still got your piss in it. I’ll wait until later, thanks.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing, little brother,” Craig shook his head in mock disapproval, “What about you, Brian?”

“I’m with Steve, I think I’ll pass,” Brian replied, putting his arm around Paul’s shoulder, “And so will this guy, I wouldn’t want my little buddy’s first fuck to be something less than memorable. Isn’t that right, dog?”

Paul nodded and smiled, not seeming to mind the nickname that Brian had come up with for him.

“Fine, I can see my bitch likes the idea of fucking Randy,” Craig gripped the obvious erection bulging out of Matty’s speedo, “I think he should finally know what it feels like from the other side of a fuck.”

“Really, Sir,” Matty asked excitedly, “I’ve wanted to make him my bitch from the minute I saw him!”

“Would you like that faggot,” Craig asked, staring directly at Randy, whose body tingled and got hot at the idea. Randy understood what it would mean to be fucked by Matty, it would make him the biggest fag here. His dick got even harder, if that was possible.

“Yes Sir,” Randy admitted, feeling embarrassed at the idea of such a public fucking, as well as nervous that Chris might catch them.

“Well then, ask him for what you want,” Craig ordered, smirking, “We can all keep an eye out for Chris. Wouldn’t want to have your secret get out now, would we?”

“No Sir,” Randy felt thankful that Craig was so considerate, “I would really like it if you would fuck me, please Matty.”

“Sure thing, faggot,” Matty eagerly agreed, “You can be my bitch whenever we are together, assuming my Man’s okay with that.”

“Absolutely, you’ve earned it,” Craig seemed happy to allow it, “Darren, why don’t you suck on Matty’s dick to get it ready, while your brother works on mine.”

Randy dropped to his knees at Craig’s feet, just as Darren knelt in front of Matty. They each leaned forward to take dick in their mouths. Randy had the tougher job, considering Craig’s dick was much thicker than Matty’s and an inch longer. He opened wide and took the fat spongy head in his mouth and wrapped his lips around the hard shaft. Craig seemed satisfied to let Randy control this blowjob, so he moved back and forth gingerly on the cock, sinking deeper onto it with each go.

He reached up to grab Craig’s balls, but his hand was slapped away. “Just get my dick wet, faggot,” Craig instructed, “My load isn’t for you.”

The disappointment he felt at knowing he wasn’t going to get to eat Craig’s cum only further proved what a fag he’d become. Despite this, he’d been given a task, so he slobbered all over the dick in his mouth. He wrapped his lips and tongue along the side of the shaft, moving up and down the length, wetting every inch of dick like he’d been told.

“Steve, get the faggot’s sleeping bag,” Craig told his brother, who was standing behind Randy watching, along with Paul and Brian.

“Sure thing,” Steve said, immediately heading into the tent that Randy was sharing with Chris. Peering over the top of Craig’s cock, Randy saw Steve poke his head out of the tent, “Hey fag, which one is it?”

“The green one, Sir,” Randy responded, with his mouth full. Satisfied that he’d wet Craig’s shaft down to the root, he went back to sucking it. Steve came out of the tent, dragging a sleeping bag, which he laid out on the ground behind the tent.

“Good thinking, that should keep us hidden from view in case we don’t hear Chris come back,” Craig said, renewing the nervousness that Randy had felt, “Alright, Matty, go lay down, I think you’re ready to fuck your first pussy.”

“Yes Sir,” The boy said excitedly and rushed over to lay down on Randy’s sleeping bag.

“Follow me, faggot,” Craig ordered, as he started to move toward Matty, “And don’t take your mouth off my cock.”

Randy scrambled forward on his knees, doing his best to keep up with Craig. It was only a few steps away and he appreciated that Craig took pity on him and didn’t move too fast. The feel of the sleeping bag under his knees was heaven compared to the hard dirt he’d just had to crawl over. Craig took Randy by the shoulders and positioned him so that he was facing Matty and straddling his waist. No matter what, his mouth stayed attached to Craig’s cock.

“Darren, get over here and hold my boy’s dick straight,” Craig ordered. With his view obstructed, Randy could only hear as his little brother moved to obey. Soon enough, he felt Matty’s dick between his legs. Craig pressed down on Randy’s shoulders, making him squat until a wet cock was rubbing against his hole.

“Sit down until just the head of my boy’s dick pops into that cunt,” Craig instructed Randy, patting him on the cheek. As he squatted more, he felt Matty’s dick easily push through his sphincter. The boy lying beneath him let out a deep moan.

“You ready for this, baby,” Craig asked, speaking to Matty as he moved a hand to the back of Randy’s neck.

“Fuck yes, Sir,” Randy could hear the boy’s voice shaking with anticipation, “Please.”

“Alright faggot, you heard my boy,” Craig announced, “Take our cocks.”

Before Randy could move to do it himself, Craig shoved down while as he pulled Randy forward. Matty rammed up his ass and Craig plunged down his throat. In an instant, Randy was impaled on two cocks.

Darren was still gripping Matty’s dick at the base when Randy’s ass swallowed the cock. He removed his little hand and watched in amazement as his older brother sank down until his butt was resting on Matty’s crotch. Seeing Randy like this had Darren’s head spinning. He’d only just found out yesterday that his brother was a fag too. That discovery had led to the two brothers being made to suck dick together. That had been a bonding moment of sorts, but seeing his older brother get fucked, and by another fag like them, was something hard to believe. Darren felt like he might be in a dream.

After he went to bed last night, and after Matty had come in to check on him, he’d had a dream of serving with his brother. But in that dream, Matty had been right there alongside them, the three faggots of the group. It had seemed so real, as they took turns making the other boys feel good. Scotty hadn’t been in the dream, but Chris had been there with Randy at his feet, both smiling. He pictured Randy with Chris like Matty was with Craig, and Darren could be a part of it.

All they heard now was Randy chocking on cock. The other boys were completely silent as they watched. Darren’s brother was given a reprieve and took in huge gasps of air as Craig withdrew his cock from his mouth.

“Alright faggot, start bouncing,” Craig ordered Randy, “The harder you work, the faster my boy will cum, the sooner you don’t have to worry about Chris finding you like this.”

“I can’t believe that we found someone who’s a bigger bitch than Matty,” Steve said in shock, “No offense Matty, but you know what I mean.”

Matty was apparently enjoying his first time fucking too much to pay attention to what was going on around him. He just lied there and moaned, panting as Randy began to move his ass up and down the length of Matty’s hard cock. Considering he had just had it in his mouth, Darren knew just how nice Matty’s dick was. He had tried to get it nice and wet, so that it would go into his brother’s ass easier and not hurt him.

“While you’re back there, boy,” Craig said to Darren, looking down at him while starting his slow face fuck of Randy, “Why don’t you get a good taste of my bitch and get his pussy ready for my cock. Plus you can get a close up view of your brother getting fucked. It’s not every day that you get to see something like that.”

Scooting back, Darren got down on his belly as Matty lifted and parted his legs. This provided Darren with easier access to the smooth hole and he shimmied up until his face was pressed into Matty’s ass. He looked between the tight hole and the one being stretched out around a cock. It was hard to imagine that a man’s dick could fit into such a small hole, but the proof was right in front of him.

The strong musky scent had him feeling light headed. As he brought his mouth closer to Matty’s asshole, his nose brushed against the boy’s balls. He extended his tongue and touched it to the hole and licked, remembering how much he had enjoyed the taste of Matty’s butt. It had him excited to know that Craig’s dick would be penetrating it soon, same as Matty was penetrating Randy. He ran his tongue along the boy’s butthole and up across his hairless nutsack, then back down. Darren used plenty of saliva, making sure that Matty’s asshole was slick with spit. The moaning coming from Matty seemed to only intensify.

“You got him nice and wet back there, little man,” Craig checked in with Darren, stepping back and pulling his dick from Randy’s mouth, “Steve, come take my place, don’t want the faggot to feel empty.”

As Darren moved out from between Matty’s legs, he saw Steve move in front of Randy, hard dick in hand. Craig got down on his knees behind Matty, pushing the boy’s legs forward and raising his ass up from the ground.

“Lucky bitch,” Steve said, as he spit in Randy’s face before feeding him dick, “Get to suck both me and my big brother, while riding another dick. You must be in fag heaven.”

Hearing Steve speak to his brother that way, was still so different than the way Scotty treated Darren. Even though he called Randy a bitch, the tone wasn’t hateful. It was like a pet name they had for the fags. And they gladly did what they were told, wanting to be good. He watched as his brother willingly went up and down on Matty’s cock while sucking Steve. And then Craig slid his big dick into Matty’s ass. It was completely different than how Scotty used him.

“Okay, little guy,” Craig spoke. Darren could see his hips were pressed up against Matty’s ass, “Go ahead and strip, I want you to get that cute little butt of yours on your big brother’s dick.”

Excited about his brother fucking him again, he hopped out of his shorts. But as he went to pull off his shirt too, he paused, remembering the bruises from Scotty and the dog scratches along his sides. This whole weekend so far, he’d been able to avoid anyone seeing those marks. He didn’t want to have to admit what happened. Matty could tell something was wrong with Darren, but he kept denying anything was the matter. Because of this, he ended up leaving his shirt on.

“You should probably suck on his dick a little first,” Craig instructed Darren, “And plant your butt on my boy’s face so he can get your hole ready.”

Climbing over Matty’s chest, he pushed his butt back as he leaned forward to take Randy’s dick into his mouth. The feel of Matty’s tongue slathering his butthole in spit sent an electric shock through his body and he greedily gobbled up his brother’s dick.

“Don’t forget about us, me and my little buddy need to get in on this,” Brian said, still standing with his arm around Paul’s shoulders. Darren had glanced at them and saw they’d both had their dicks out and Paul was jerking both of them.

“Once Darren’s riding his brother’s dick,” Craig reassured the other boys, “There will be two holes available and I’m sure you can find a way to put them to use.”

“Well then I think this little guy needs to get to it,” Brian replied, slapping at Darren’s butt, “Turn around, before I decide to fuck your ass myself.”

As much as he was enjoying Matty’s tongue, and as excited as he was at the thought of Brian taking a turn fucking him, he wanted even more to feel his brother back inside him. So Darren spun around and waited. Matty reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. The tongue that had just been licking at his ass was now probing the inside of his mouth. Darren found himself sinking into the boy’s embrace, Matty’s mouth opened wide to his and nearly consuming him.

“Okay faggot, time to fuck your little brother,” Craig continued to direct this show, “You can thank me later for letting you feel his tight little hole around your fagdick. Sink down on my boy’s dick and hold still long enough to get situated.”

With that said, and with Matty still trying to swallow his tongue, Darren felt Randy grab him by the hips. Randy stopped fucking himself on Matty and instead attempted to get into Darren. His older brother pulled him back, his dick pressing insistently at his hole.

“I’m guessing you’ve fucked your brother before, faggot,” Craig laughed at the thought, “But this time, just hold him on your dick. I don’t want you to fuck him, just keep him on your dick as my boy fucks your pussy. Understood?”

“Yes Sir,” Randy responded around Steve’s cock. His big brother pressed forward and the head of the dick penetrated his hole, causing Darren to yelp into Matty’s mouth as the two continued to kiss. Feeling his brother inside him again sent a shudder through Darren’s body and Matty wrapped his arms around the young boy’s back and pulled his chest down even as Randy raised his hips up. As he was held tight in Matty’s embrace, his brother sank into his ass, stretching his tight hole around the thickness of the man-sized dick.

“That’s fucking hot, faggot,” Craig said, reaching around to rub his hands across Darren’s raised butt. His fingers explored his hole and the cock sliding into it, “Matty has cum just from me fucking him, have you learned that trick yet, faggot?”

“Yes Sir,” Darren heard his brother mumble, almost as if he was ashamed to admit it. The feeling of Randy inside his butthole felt good and had Darren’s penis hard.

“I’m impressed, ” Craig said, still rubbing his fingers along the outside of Darren’s hole as he took more of Randy’s cock, “It just goes to show what a true faggot you are. I mean, girls have their orgasms through their pussy, so why shouldn’t a faggot like you?”

“Dude, we don’t have all day,” Brian interrupted, “Chris could get back any minute with Mark and Scotty. You and Steve are getting your cocks worked, hell, even Matty and the faggot have their dicks in holes. My dog’s dick is ready to explode, he wants in Matty’s throat.”

“Okay, okay,” Craig sounded irritated at being rushed, pulling his hand away from Darren’s butt, “You can go back to bouncing on Matty’s dick, faggot, while sucking off my brother. I want you to cum from getting fucked by my boy. I want you to fill Darren up with your faggot seed. Help him to grow up to be a proud fag just like his big brother.”

“Matty’s mouth is all yours, Paul,” Craig finally announced.

Brian quickly pushed down Paul’s shorts for him and pressed him to his knees in front of Matty’s head. Paul felt like he was in a dream, unable to believe what he was seeing. Everyone in various states of fucking or sucking. And now Brian wanted Paul to join in to let Matty suck his dick. But that wasn’t all Brian had in mind.

“Okay pup, let’s get your dick sucked. On all fours above Matty’s mouth, facing me,” his best friend instructed, as he pulled Paul’s shorts the rest of the way off. For some reason, it made his dick even harder to have Brian calling him pup in front of the others. He only hoped that they wouldn’t guess why Brian was starting to use these names for him.

Darren stopped kissing Matty and lifted up on his arms to make room for Paul, sitting back on his brother’s cock. Paul’s dick throbbed seeing the fuck train that Craig had set up, Craig buried in Matty who was buried in Randy who was buried in Darren. He tried to imagine what it must feel like to get fucked, and wondered if Brian might expect that of him some day.

“Oh god, Sir,” Matty nearly whimpered from pleasure as Randy continued to bounce in Matty’s lap, “It feels so good having my dick in his pussy. I hope my pussy feels this good around your cock.”

“Your pussy fits around my big cock like a glove, don’t you worry baby,” Craig assured Matty. shoving his cock into his bitch balls deep to prove his point, “Make my boy cum with that ass, faggot, work hard for his load to be deposited in your cunt.”

In response, Randy rode Matty’s dick faster, an arm wrapped around Darren’s waist to keep his little brother in place. Steve grabbed Randy by the ears and used them as handles to direct the blowjob he was getting from the hard working faggot. Paul watched all this while he stroked his dick above Matty. As he straddled Matty’s face, turning his body so that he was on all fours, Paul looked up at Brian for further instruction. It felt right to wait for Brian to tell Paul what he should do, what Brian wanted from Paul. He wanted to follow Brian’s lead, always had really, even though he sometimes had pretended differently.

“Alright Matty, you know what to do,” Brian said and Paul immediately felt a warm wet mouth engulf his hard dick. It had been awhile since he’d had Matty sucking his dick and he hadn’t cum since yesterday morning. It excited him for some reason to think that Brian might be the one to decide when he could cum from now on.

“Don’t cum until I say,” Brian whispered into his ear, as if he had been reading Paul’s mind, “Darren, lean forward and get your face in Paul’s ass and get your tongue on his virgin hole.”

Hearing Brian call it his virgin hole pretty much confirmed in Paul’s mind that Brian didn’t intend for it to stay that way forever. And Paul found himself looking forward to that day. He thought about all the times he saw Craig fucking Matty, and how much Matty loved it. Paul wanted to be that close to Brian, to be that connected.

Paul jumped when he felt Darren’s slick tongue on his asshole. He shifted forward, shoving his dick further into Matty’s mouth and dipping into the back of his throat. Matty didn’t choke though, well trained on Craig’s massive dick. The bitch could easily take Paul in his throat. He pumped his hips a few times, wondering if he could get Matty to gag and was pleased with himself when he heard retching below him.

“Go easy on him, dog,” Brian warned, “Or it might give me ideas.”

Chastised sufficiently, Paul raised his hips and let Matty go back to nursing on his dick as Darren really began exploring Paul’s asshole with his tongue. He was looking down watching Matty suck his dick as he worried a little about what ideas his friend might have in mind. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before Paul had his answer, as Brian gripped him beneath the chin and raised his head.

Staring him in the face was Brian’s hairy ass. The smell invaded Paul’s nostrils and it took him back to just after the fag games, when Brian had sat on Paul’s face to let the loser kiss his ass. Paul even remembered the smell of Brian’s fart in his face. It had been the most humiliating thing that had happened to him until that point, and yet it had made Paul’s dick rock hard as he breathed in his best friend’s stink.

Apparently, now was Paul’s chance to get another go at sniffing Brian’s ass. So he took in several deep breaths, increasing his horniness. Brian proceeded to rub his sweaty asscrack on Paul’s face, the iron grip on Paul’s chin preventing him from pulling away.

“Tongue,” Was all Brian said, and like a well trained dog, Paul’s tongue darted out to allow Brian to now aggressively wipe his ass on that too, “Good boy.”

Brian’s comments were vague enough that Paul logically knew there was no way anyone would guess that Brian had Paul’s face mashed into his ass right now. And everyone else was busy enjoying themselves, judging by the moaning and slapping of flesh to flesh. Steve had positioned himself directly in front of Randy now, to allow the faggot to give him a better blowjob. This meant that Steve was blocking Craig’s view of Paul and Brian, and Randy of course wasn’t seeing anything other than Steve’s pubes up close. Darren had his face wedged between Paul’s asscheeks, which left just Matty to possibly glimpse what was going on between Paul and Brian. But at the moment, Matty was busy himself taking Paul’s dick. There was still a chance the bitch might see what Paul was doing, so he began to pump his dick harder into Matty’s mouth to distract him.

A wet tongue lapping at his ass, a tight throat now easily taking his raging boner, and the sight, smell and taste of his best friend’s hairy ass overwhelmed all his senses. He couldn’t think clearly, so when Brian turned around and promptly offered Paul dick, he opened his mouth and took it before realizing this meant he was sucking Brian off in front of all their friends.

“Remember, I’ll keep you safe,” Brian leaned down and whispered to Paul, “Just be a good pup and take my dick, fag.”

With that last statement, Brian grabbed Paul by the back of his head and began to pump his dick in and out of Paul’s gaping mouth. The slurping sounds coming from Paul were masked by all the other dick sucking, fucking and groaning going on around them. He trusted that Brian would keep him safe, so he just let go. He gave in too all the sensations and let Brian take full control of the situation.

“I’ll make this quick, don’t worry,” Brian assured him, although hearing those words was somewhat disappointing as it meant he wouldn’t get to suck Brian’s dick for very long, “I’ve been jerking off this whole time, so I’m close. I just wanted to bust in my pup’s throat. So open up.”

The words registered at the same time that Brian began to pump his dick further into Paul’s mouth until it was pushing against the back of his throat.

“Breathe through your nose,” Brian ordered, just as Paul felt like he was going to gag on the dick trying to force its way down his throat, “And take deep breaths when you can.”

Paul did as he was told and it helped. Brian pulled back and Paul took that opportunity to fill his lungs with air. Once Brian heard Paul finishing with his breath in, the dick was on its way again to the back of Paul’s throat. This time though, it didn’t stop there and popped through the opening. Paul was amazed that Brian’s dick was now in his throat. He focused on not gagging in order to avoid drawing attention to what they were doing.

“Fuck yeah,” Craig moaned out appreciatively, “Good fucking boy.”

Beaming with pride, Paul struggled to resist the urge to gag and was just about to lose the fight when Brian extracted his dick to just the head resting on Paul’s tongue. Another deep breath and then Brian was back in his throat. This time, Brian went deeper and held there, as he humped against his friend’s face. Paul imagined he could feel every ridge and ripple of Brian’s dick, the fat mushroom head wedged deep in his throat. The feel of the dick pulling out was strange and Paul gasped for air, just before Brian thrust forward again with a deep groan. Again, the thick cock lodged in his throat, but this time Paul felt it pulsing.

His body trembled at the realization that Brian’s cock was pumping seed into him and Paul thrust his own dick down Matty’s throat. As Paul sunk his dick into the bitch underneath him, Brian extracted his dick while it was still shooting. Cum coated Paul’s tongue and filled his mouth, as he humped Matty’s face. Just as Craig painted Paul’s face with the last few spurts of cum, Paul shouted out and emptied his own balls.

It only took a few quick thrusts in his throat, before Matty was swallowing Paul’s load. Matty was sad it was over so quickly, since he’d enjoyed the sensation of having his throat fucked while getting his ass fucked by his Man. Paul had been more aggressive than usual, he’d never fucked Matty’s throat before, and Matty had been turned on by it. What he was currently enjoying most though was the feel of Randy’s fairly tight ass pumping up and down on his cock.

This was the first time he was ever allowed to fuck anyone and it felt amazing. To be honest, Matty had never really thought about fucking another guy, and definitely never a girl, because he thought of himself as gay and so submissive that he would never want to be the one in the power position. Yet meeting Darren this week brought out a slight dominant side to him that he had been allowed to explore by Craig. With Randy, there was something about him that made Matty want to dominate him, to use him. He had been so excited and instantly in heat when Craig said that he could fuck the newest fag in the group.

As Paul withdrew his cock from Matty’s mouth, he could finally taste his friend’s cum. Most of it had been deposited directly down his throat. Matty tilted his head back to look up at Paul, ready to thank him as he’d been taught to always do. At first he was confused to see cum dripping off Paul’s face, but then it started to make sense. He had thought he’d heard sucking sounds coming from above him, but he thought he was just getting that confused with all the other sounds of sex. With cum splattered all over his cute little freckled face, Matty wondered just what he and Brian had been doing.

He forgot all about Brian and Paul when Randy sat down on all of Matty’s cock at the same time that Craig drove the entire length of his cock up into Matty’s pussy. His mind went blank and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His entire body shuddered with the building need to cum. He could feel his cunt pulse around his Man’s cock and his own dick throbbed in Randy’s hot ass. He was on the brink of exploding. His first instinct was to hold it, having been trained so well by Craig to get permission to cum. But Craig had essentially already given him permission, when he ordered Randy to make him cum and to do it quickly.

“Please can I cum, Sir,” Matty asked anyway, he’d rather be safe than sorry.

“You that close, boy,” Craig asked, peering around both Randy and Steve to look down at him. Then he grabbed Randy by the hair and yanked his head back, pulling him off of Steve’s dick momentarily, “And what about you faggot, does getting fucked by my boy have you ready to shoot your load into your little brother?”

Both Matty and Randy enthusiastically replied, “Yes Sir!”

“Alright then, you have my permission to cum,” Craig allowed them both, with one condition, “But only after I cum. So work your magic, boy.”

After having been Craig’s for the last two years, he had learned all the tricks to pleasing his Man. Craig hadn’t taken things slow back then. Once it had become clear how their true natures fit so well together, he didn’t waste any time in training Matty how to service his cock. And Matty hadn’t complained, he loved Craig almost from the day they met and he loved taking his dick. And now, he needed to make him cum quick, because he could feel his own orgasm getting dangerously close.

Matty reached up and gripped Randy’s nipples in his fingers and began to squeeze and twist, “Alright faggot, I’m going to give you a valuable lesson,” Matty started to instruct Randy as he saw the faggot grimace from the abuse on his nips, “When a Man is fucking your pussy, you can massage his dick with your cunt muscles and get him to cum faster.”

“You heard the bitch, faggot,” Steve jumped in, shoving his dick into Randy’s throat and holding it there, “Work his dick with your cunt and show him what a talented fag you are. I want you to learn, so you can use it on me when I get around to taking that ass.”

“Just sit on my cock and tighten and relax your hole, over and over,” Matty taught his faggot student, still working his titties. Randy choking on Steve’s cock was doing the trick, his ass spasms milking Matty’s dick. Craig was slamming his cock into Matty, pulling out as Matty would tighten his hole and sliding in balls deep as Matty relaxed his hole. Over and over, again and again.

Darren was flopping around in his brother’s lap. Now that Paul had extracted himself from the group, the boy didn’t have an ass to eat. Matty released Randy’s titties and pulled Darren down and began to kiss him again, wanting to taste Paul’s ass. Steve resumed his face fuck, letting Randy catch breathes between each thrust of dick into his mouth. Matty could tell the signs of Craig’s impending orgasm, shorter faster thrusts into his ass while repeating ‘fuck baby’.

Steve was the first, “Here you go faggot,” He screamed, spitting in Randy’s hair and slapping him not so gently in the face, pulling his head down onto his dick, “Take another one of my loads down your throat. But the next one is going up your ass!”

He moaned loudly, just as Craig started to do the same. Matty felt his Man’s already thick cock get even fatter, before the cum fired off inside his pussy. This moment always made him feel so incredibly close to Craig, taking his seed. Matty still had Darren’s mouth pressed to his and he kissed the boy harder and fucked his mouth with his tongue as the small boy held his brother in his ass. Darren began to moan into Matty’s mouth and a splash of warm goo shot onto Matty’s stomach.

“Oh god, oh god,” Was all Randy said, as a deep groan started in his chest and worked its way up his throat. Matty felt the faggot’s pussy pulsating on his dick, knowing it meant he was filling his little brother’s ass with cum. Darren’s moans turned to whimpers as he felt the seed flooding his guts. Matty held still and enjoyed the feel of Randy’s ass spasms, until the moment arrived and he pushed his cock as deep as it would go into the faggot’s pussy. It literally felt like his dick exploded inside Randy’s ass and he saw stars as the cum spilled out of him. If this was how it felt each time you fucked a faggot, he’d be begging Craig to let him do it again and again.

“Alright boys,” Craig finally recovered, slowly extracting his cock from Matty’s ass, “We’re really pushing out luck. Time to get cleaned up before Chris gets back.”

Darren gingerly pulled off of his brother’s cock. Matty felt cum spill out of Darren’s hole onto his stomach, adding to the pool of boy jizz that Darren had shot there. As Randy began to pull off Matty’s dick, it was so sensitive that Matty couldn’t take it and just shoved the faggot. Randy flopped to his side on his sleeping bag, and Matty hopped up and straddled his face.

“Open up,” Matty said, as he sat down on Randy’s mouth and began to push out the load Craig had just deposited into his ass. Matty pulled Darren to him, bent him over and started sucking cum out of his ass. Once he’d expelled the majority of Craig’s cum, he shifted back and bent forward to kiss Randy on the mouth and feed him the load of his own cum straight from his little brother’s ass. The taste was indescribable, his tongue exploring Randy’s mouth that had just been filled with cum from Steve, Craig and Randy himself.

“We sure made a mess of your bag,” Steve pointed out, “But I’m sure you’ll love sleeping in it tonight, faggot.”

“Okay boys, everyone in the river,” Craig ordered, as he pulled Matty to his feet and gently pushed him in that direction, “Let’s get presentable.”

“Let’s take this off,” Matty said, as he reached for Darren’s shirt, “And I can wash you off in the river.”

“It’s okay,” Darren said and pulled away, “I can do it myself.”

Matty insisted and grabbed the bottom of Darren’s shirt, pulling it off before the boy could wiggle away.

“Holy shit,” Was the first thing out of Steve’s mouth, “Did we do that to him?”

Matty looked over to Darren and saw dark bruises on his upper arms and multiple deep red scratches on both the boy’s sides. He gasped at the sight of the boy and suddenly understood why Darren had been reluctant to take off his clothes or go swimming the entire trip. He’d been hiding that from everyone.

“Darren, what are all those,” Randy dropped to his knees in front of his little brother and held him by the waist, “Where did those come from?”

Rather than respond, Darren just broke down sobbing and crumpled against his big brother.

Scotty was praising himself on his work. As he’d watched Mark and Chris fighting, he’d kept waiting for his window of opportunity. He’d come prepared, having grabbed his backpack from camp, as they’d passed through it on their way to the van. In anticipation of putting into action his plans to take down Chris and Craig, he’d packed the bag this morning with what he thought might come in handy.

And now here he was, with the cocky Chris on his back, bent in half. Wrists and ankles tied to a tree using the tent ropes Scotty had brought. The pillowcase had been perfect to pull over Chris’ head. He thought it was a nice touch to finish by pulling Chris’ shorts to his ankles and tie the jerk’s balls to the tree too. It had the dual purpose of further securing, as well as humiliating him.

“Dude, I don’t know about this,” Mark grabbed Scotty by the arm. He pulled him far enough away so that they could talk in a whisper and hopefully not be heard, “I don’t want to hurt him, this is taking it too far.”

“It’s what we talked about,” Scotty reminded him, thinking how much sweeter his revenge was to have Chris’ own brother participating, “You were just bragging about making him your faggot. I was only trying to help you out.”

“Yeah, I know,” Mark sounded unsure, as his brother cursed and screamed at them, “I was planning to confront him about it, but not like this.”

“If you’re having second thoughts,” Scotty started, loving the sound of Chris’ anguish in the background, “I mean, I’ll understand if you are scared of your brother.”

“Fuck that,” Mark took the bait, “If he’s a fag, he’ll be taking my dick soon enough.”

“Well then, you should test the theory while we’ve got him like this,” Scotty tried to sound convincing, “If it turns out he isn’t a fag, we can play it off like we were just having some fun, brothers rough housing like they do.”

“But I don’t want to hurt him,” Mark reiterated, looking a bit guilty as he glanced over to his brother, “And I’m the one who’s in charge now, he’s my brother and I decide what happens to him.”

“Of course,” Scotty agreed, knowing it was a commitment he wasn’t going to keep.

Mark nodded and headed back over to his brother. He paused once he was standing next to Chris, watching him unable to really struggle against his bonds due to the pain it caused to his stretched balls. Scotty pulled out another strip of rope from the discarded backpack and stepped behind Chris to watch and see what Mark did.

Apparently sensing Mark nearby, Chris stopped shouting and tried to reason with his little brother, “Mark, you don’t want to do this. We’re brothers. Look, I won’t be mad at you, just let me go. I know this was all Scotty.”

“Fuck no, it wasn’t,” Scotty was thrilled to see Mark’s ego get the better of him, “You may be my older brother, but I’m apparently the man in the family. And now I’m going to prove whether you’re a fag or not.”

“If anyone’s a fag, it’s Scotty. You should be making him suck your dick, like he did,” Chris’ words were cut short by his scream of agony as Scotty grabbed his vulnerable balls in his fist. It only pissed Scotty off more to hear Chris try to tell Mark about that night, the night that Chris had disrespected Scotty and started him down this path of revenge.

“Good idea, Scotty, shut the bitch up,” Mark said, not understanding Scotty’s true motivations for keeping his older brother quiet.

Scotty tied a slipknot with the bit of rope in his hand and pulled it tight around Chris’ already stretched nuts. Then he gripped the exposed balls in his fist and just held them, sending a clear message. At the same time, Mark had pulled off his shorts, now naked. He positioned himself over his brother, knelt down straddling his brother’s chest, his ass towards Chris’ face.

“So the first test I had in mind,” Mark explained, “Is to let you sniff my ass. We’ve all seen how much fag’s love to get a whiff of a real man’s ass. We’ll see how your dick reacts to the smell of my sweaty hole.”

Chris knew better than to say a word, so he just thrashed his head side to side in the pillowcase. Scotty just watched, enjoying himself immensely and waited.

“Alright brother,” Mark said, reaching back with his hands to spread his ass cheeks, “Take a deep breath and let’s see if you like it.”

As Mark was looking back at his brother, Scotty saw his chance. He took the rope attached to Chris’ balls and looped it over the back of Mark’s neck, quickly pulling it tight. This yanked Mark forward, throwing him off balance and causing him to crash face first into his brother’s crotch. Both brothers moaned on impact. Mark raised his arms, thrashing out wildly, unable to really see anything but his brother’s nutsack. Scotty meanwhile, stepped back and tied the end of the rope to a tree behind them, securing the younger brother to his older brother’s crotch.

“Don’t pull back now, Markie,” Scotty pointed out, “You don’t want to rip your brother’s nuts off.”

Now both brothers were swearing at him, but Scotty felt confident they couldn’t get away. He casually walked to the side that was obstructed from Mark’s view and pulled a last piece of rope from the pack. He made another slipknot and was able to get it around one of Mark’s wrists. He pulled the dumbass’ arm behind him and quickly encircled the other wrist drawing them together. He wrapped the remaining length of rope around the two brothers’ torsos, restricting their movement further.

“When we get out of this,” Chris started to threaten, until Scotty slapped his nuts hard, shutting him up instantly.

“You are going to fucking regret this,” Mark started, before Scotty took Chris’ limp dick and shoved it into Mark’s mouth.

“I’d suggest you keep that in your mouth,” Scotty explained, “I’m doing this for your own protection really. This way, Chris will be less likely to try to bite your dick off when I stuff his mouth with it. Although it seems a little unnecessary, since what kind of person would want to hurt his own brother?”

Scotty laughed at how pathetic Mark looked, cheek pressed to his brother’s balls and with dick between his lips. It pleased Scotty to no end to see a tear running down the boy’s face. Whether it was from fear or anger, Scotty didn’t really care. He pulled the final pieces of equipment from the backpack, the dog collar and leash. He knelt down by Chris’ head and reached forward to grip Mark by the balls.

“Scotty, if you just let us go, we won’t say anything or do anything,” Chris tried to reason, as Scotty collared Mark’s balls and attached the leash to them, “We won’t ever have to see each other again, so you won’t have to worry.”

Scotty just listened to the fallen jock whine as he pulled Mark backward by his balls using the leash, drawing his crotch closer and closer to Chris’ face. Once the boy’s junk was pressed against the fabric of the pillowcase, Scotty tied the leash to the same tree that Chris was secured to. With that done, he yanked the pillowcase off Chris’ head and stood.

His prisoner squinted his eyes to shut out the sudden brightness. Scotty held his dick in his hand and just as Chris opened his eyes again, Scotty’s piss hit him right in the face. Chris immediately shut his eyes again and turned his head, sputtering as Scotty aimed his stream for the college boy’s mouth, eyes, hair. He pissed on Mark’s back and loved watching it flowing down his ass and pour over Chris’ face. This was even better than how he’d imagined, he was getting to humiliate both brothers at once.

“I’m gonna make you a bigger faggot than I did my cousin,” Scotty squatted down beside Chris’ face once his piss had run out, feeling a little disappointed it hadn’t lasted longer. He patted Chris’ wet cheek gently, before taking Mark’s soft dick and guiding it into Chris’ mouth, “Now I don’t want to see either of you let go of each other’s dicks. Unless you like getting your nuts beat, that is.”

Having these two so helpless was a rush that Scotty had never experienced before. The power that he felt had his dick rock hard and he wasn’t thinking clearly. He wasn’t worried about what would happen when he finally had to let his captives loose. All he could think about was how it was going to feel when he stuffed his dick in each of their virgin asses.

“Now, let’s see if either of you is a fag,” Scotty shared what would happen next, standing up to stare at the two prone boys in front of him, “I want you to suck each other off. If you get hard, it must mean that you enjoy giving your own brother a blowjob. And don’t stop sucking until one of you cums. Or else I’ll punish both of you.”

The sound of both brothers suckling the other’s cock was music to his ears. He stood behind Chris’ ass, and watched Mark. His former friend had his eyes closed and was half heartedly sucking his brother’s dick.

“Look at me,” Scotty demanded, smacking Mark in the face to get his attention. Anger seethed in Mark’s eyes when they finally did open to stare up at Scotty, “I want to see some enthusiasm boys. Remember that whoever cums first is the real fag. I can always squeeze some balls as a way to encourage you.”

The message was received. Mark sucked with more effort and Scotty could see Chris doing the same. It even looked like maybe the two brothers were starting to get hard in each other’s mouths. While they kept busy with the task at hand, Scotty had another test to try on them. Not bothering with any spit, he jammed his middle finger up Chris’ tight asshole. Scotty wasn’t sure what made him harder, the sound Chris made as his ass was violated or the expression on Mark’s face to have a close up view of it happening.

He jammed his finger as hard and deep as he could get it in the soon-to-be cunt. Then he pulled his finger out, feeling the pussylips grip at his digit. There was shit smeared all over it and Scotty saw the horror in Mark’s eyes. The finger was wiped under the cocksucker’s nose before it wsa shoved between his lips alongside Chris’ dick. Scotty couldn’t help but laugh and spit in Mark’s face when he heard him retch, as he ran his finger on Mark’s tongue.

“How’s your brother taste,” Scotty taunted as he walked around and once again knelt by Chris’ head, staring at Mark’s vulnerable asshole. Mark’s dick seemed to be rigid in Chris’ mouth.

“Remember how you won the fight yesterday, Markie,” Scotty asked him, rubbing his damp finger around the outside of Mark’s asshole, “Well, payback’s a bitch.”

Mark’s cunt was just as tight as his brother’s. But that didn’t stop Scotty from thrusting three fingers in at once. Mark howled around Chris’ hard cock and tried to buck away, but his tied off balls held him in place. He began to twist his fingers in Mark’s hole and really dig them around. Chris began to gag on the dick in his mouth.

“Ah, is Markie’s dick getting too big for you to take,” Scotty asked, “Must mean he likes having me diddle his new pussy.”

Scotty kept fingering Mark roughly and reached down to grab Chris by the hair. He pulled Chris head forward, watching as Mark’s dick disappeared into his brother’s mouth. Scotty kept at it until Chris’ nose was pressing against Mark’s balls. He repeated this motion, pulling Chris off and then back on to Mark’s dick, watching the contortions on his face as cock entered his throat without his being able to stop it.

Mark was groaning uncontrollably and choking on Chris’ cock himself, when Scotty felt the asshole he was working quiver around his fingers. Mark’s groans of pain turned to a long deep moan. Scotty assumed it was a moan of pleasure as the boy came. This was confirmed when he Chris choked and cum shot out of his nose and spilled from the sides of his mouth.

“Fucking awesome,” Scotty shouted with glee, dropping Chris’ head to the ground and extracting his fingers from Mark’s asshole, “How’s it feel to have taken piss and cum? To have had your own brother fuck your face and cum down your throat. Not such a big man now are you, huh Chris?”

Chris just glared at him, as he spit out Mark’s dick and continued to cough. Scotty was sure he’d never forget this day for as long as he lived. The day he vanquished the cocky Chris and took down his little brother at the same time. He jumped to his feet and rushed around to see the look of utter defeat on Mark’s face. Scotty was somewhat disappointed that his fingers weren’t dirty, he had hoped to make the traitor taste his own ass. Well, what he had in mind next would be even better.

“Okay Markie,” Scotty wiped his fingers across the boy’s face, Chris’ dick still protruding from his mouth, “Now that you got to cum from having your pussy played with, it’s your brother’s turn. I’m gonna fuck my load up his ass.”

To get a good angle, he had to stand on his toes to get high enough to press his dick against Chris’ hole. He’d be able to drill this ass until Chris was begging him to stop and admitting he’s a faggot to just make it end. As an added bonus, Mark would get to watch the whole thing.

“You better think long and hard about what you’re doing, Scotty,” Chris warned.

“The only thing that’s going to be long and hard,” Scotty shot back, “Is my dick thrusting in your cunt.”

But the first few failed attempts made it was clear that Chris was way too tight to take Scotty’s dick without some help. So Scotty spit down on the hole winking up at him, and used his dick to smear it all over the tight opening.

“Get a good look, Markie,” Scotty ordered, as he lined his dick up with Chris’ asshole, “A faggot only loses his virginity once in a lifetime. You should feel lucky to be able to see it happen to your brother up close.”

“Can’t get that little thing hard enough to fuck me, huh,” Chris teased his captor, “Your penis is so tiny, you shouldn’t have a problem, even with a hole as tight as mine.”

“Fuck you,” Scotty shouted, meaning it literally, as he fell back on the balls of his feet. But before he could rise back to his tiptoes and try again, Chris somehow got his hands free and was detaching the leash holding Mark by the balls. At the same time, Scotty heard commotion from down the hill.

Mark twisted his head and was able to work free of Chris’ dick and shouted for their friends to find them. Scotty heard Randy’s screaming his name before he actually saw him charging up the hill toward them. And Randy wasn’t alone, several of the other boys were with him. And they all looked angry.

For the first time, he was actually afraid of Randy. The look on his face left no doubt that Scotty was about to get the shit beat out of him, if he didn’t run. Now. So he reluctantly chose to save his own ass over fucking Chris’. Everything seemed to be falling apart. Chris had now freed Mark’s hands, and the boy was now working at the rope around his own neck and his brother’s balls.

All of Scotty’s good luck seemed to have been used up. As he turned to run up the hill, he tripped over the backpack. Before he even hit the ground, he felt a body slamming down on top of him.

All the other noises around him faded into silence. The only thing he could hear was heavy breathing in his ear, followed by the sound of Randy’s voice, “We know what you did to Darren, you little bastard.”

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