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 sch
• ool 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 – Scotty’s downfall)

Darren sat quietly next to Matty. He didn’t feel like talking, his thoughts were too mixed up in his head. Everything seemed wrong now that he’d had to admit what Scotty had done to him. In a matter of minutes, what he’d tried to keep secret was no longer a secret and he couldn’t understand the mixture of emotions he was feeling.

In that instant when Matty had pulled his shirt off, his world had caved in around him. The reactions to the marks on his body had been hard enough. The concerned look on his brother’s face affirmed for Darren that what had happened to him had been terrible. He’d tried to deny it up to that point, so that he wouldn’t have to deal with it. But as soon as Randy made him face it, Darren couldn’t control himself and began to cry. And his brother held him tight as he did and it made him feel safer and cry harder.

Darren couldn’t remember feeling so sad about anything. His cousin had done something really wrong to him and there was no hiding from it anymore. So once the crying stopped and he was able to find his voice, he told Randy. Told Randy about what Scotty had done to him in the woods at the lake. About the high school boys and the dog. And about later that night, how Scotty had been even meaner and hurt him more than the first time. Of course, the other boys were hearing too, but he didn’t care. He was talking to his brother and he’s whom Darren focused on to find the courage to tell what happened.

As he spoke, no one said anything. They just listened. Once he was done, Craig mentioned that he knew the high school boys, but Darren wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. He was watching his brother intently, waiting for his reaction, for him to say something. And what he ended up saying confused Darren even more.

“I’m sorry,” Randy said, on one knee, no longer hugging his brother. Instead Randy held him at arms length with a hand on his shoulder, so that they could look each other in the eyes, “If I had stopped Scotty that first time with the two of us...”

As Randy trailed off, lost in his own thoughts, Darren let his words sink in. It took him back to that night last weekend with Scotty and Randy, and it was true. If Randy had stopped Scotty, had not let their cousin do the things that he’d done, none of this would have happened. Darren felt somehow betrayed by his older brother, who was meant to protect him and yet didn’t. He was no longer the strong older brother who would watch out for his little brother.

“Who will keep me safe now,” Darren said under his breath, almost to himself, pulling away from Randy, no longer wanting his brother to touch him, “Scotty hurt us both.”

“Darren, I’ll keep you safe,” Randy tried to reassure him.

“But you can’t,” Darren felt the tears welling in his eyes again, “Scotty made us both his faggots.”

As soon as he saw the hurt look on Randy’s face, he regretted saying it. But it was too late now. The tears started again, so he turned to Matty and pushed his face into the older boy’s chest. At least this way, no one could see him cry and he didn’t have to look at his brother anymore.

That’s when they heard the shouting from up the hill and all the boys took off to see what was happening, leaving Matty with Darren. While they were gone, Matty just held Darren close and let the boy cry until the crying was done. Once he was past the tears, he pulled back from Matty and sat down on the log near the fire pit. Matty sat next to him and they just waited in silence.

There was more shouting from up the hill and a short time later, they heard the group coming back. Darren turned to see Scotty surrounded by all the boys, including Mark and Chris. As they got closer to camp, Darren saw that Scotty was naked, hands tied behind his back, his mouth gagged. Randy tugged their cousin into camp by a leash attached to his balls and walked him over to just behind where Matty and Darren sat.

Both Matty and Darren got to their feet. As Darren looked to Scotty, his cousin glared at him, hate in his eyes. But Darren was happy to see something else in Scotty’s eyes, fear. That bit of weakness made Scotty seem less scary and Darren felt his hate for his cousin blossom. His cousin had hurt him and now all Darren wanted was to see Scotty hurt worse.

“What happened,” Matty asked, stepping over to stand between Craig and Chris, “What was all the shouting we heard?”

“It appears this little bitch,” Craig reached out and smacked Scotty in the back of the head, “Was trying to do to Mark and Chris what he did to Darren.”

“But we got there just in time,” Randy continued, anger seething in his voice, “And now it’s time for my cousin to learn his lesson.”

“They told me what Scotty did to you, little guy,” Chris walked over and pulled Darren to him, face pressed to Chris’ bare stomach and chest, “He’s going to wish he could take it all back.”

“So who gets to fuck him first,” Mark asked gleefully, “I mean, we are all going to take turns on his ass, right?”

Hearing this, Scotty tried to bolt, but didn’t get far when Randy yanked him back by the balls. Now that glimmer of fear that Darren had seen in his cousin’s eyes was clearly shown all across his face. Meanwhile, Chris had stepped away from Darren and found a small branch and was swishing it through the air. Satisfied, he stripped away all the leaves until it was bare.

“We’ll all eventually get a chance to fuck him,” Chris said calmly, before sitting down on the tree stump, “But first we should warm up his ass.”

Darren watched as Chris reached out and grabbed the leash connected to Scotty’s balls and pulled it out of Randy’s grip. He tugged viciously on it, causing Scotty to stumble toward him. Once within reach, Chris grabbed the boy’s hands tied behind his back and dragged him over Chris’ lap. Scotty struggled and shouted into a pair of underwear that Darren now saw were the gag stuffed in his mouth, held in place by a rope wrapped around his cousin’s head.

His cousin’s struggling and screaming only intensified as Chris raised up the branch and brought it down hard and fast across Scotty’s bare butt. The lashing across Scotty’s ass continued, the branch swishing through the air in a blur, only to make a loud crack as it met Scotty’s flesh. Chris held the boy in place across his lap, an elbow pressing harshly between Scotty’s shoulder blades, as the angry red welts began to develop on the little mounds of his round butt. Eventually, Chris stopped beating him with the stick, dropping it to the ground. He first squeezed each of Scotty’s butt cheeks firmly in his hand, eliciting a muffled cry from the boy, before resuming the spanking using his bare hand now.

Scotty thrashed about and screamed so loud that it left no doubt in Darren’s mind how much this was hurting his cousin. He almost felt bad for the smile that was spread across his face, but he knew that Scotty deserved this and much worse. Watching Chris punish Scotty had him certain he never wanted to be in that same place. His butt hurt just thinking about the spanking Scotty was receiving.

“Get over here, boy,” Chris finally stopped the spanking and looked over to Darren, “I think it’s only fitting that you get to be the first to fuck this bitch.”

At first, when Chris called him over, he worried he was next across the lap. When he realized that he was instead expected to fuck Scotty, he felt scared and excited at the same time. He hesitantly stepped up next to Chris, who directed him behind his cousin.

“Looks like you are ready,” Chris was referring to the little hard-on jutting out from Darren’s crotch, “Did you like watching him get spanked or were you excited about the thought of getting spanked yourself, huh, boy?”

Darren stared down amazed at how hard he was and couldn’t quite decide what would be a truthful answer to the question. Chris didn’t seem to expect an answer, instead leaning forward to hold Scotty down across his lap.

“Just spit on his hole,” Chris instructed, as he reached back and grabbed an asscheck in each hand and spread Scotty’s butt, “It’s for your benefit, not his.”

Looking down at his cousin held down across Chris’ lap, he just stared at the butthole being offered to him. It struck him that he had never even contemplated sticking his penis into anyone. All these times that he’d been fucked, he never imagined being in the opposite role. But now, as he felt hate for his cousin crash like a wave over him, he grabbed his hard-on in his hand, and not heeding Chris’ advice, rammed it dry into Scotty’s butthole. It was satisfying to hear Scotty scream into his gag, and Darren actually laughed as he started to fuck his cousin.

The other boys cheered him on and slapped him on the back, telling him to fuck the fag, pound that bitch, and other similar words of encouragement. Yet all Darren was focused on was the feeling of his little dick moving in and out of his cousin’s butthole. When he first entered Scotty, the friction actually burned his dick, but slowly that gave way as the hole opened up for him. Now he only felt pleasure. It amazed him how hot Scotty’s butthole was and how it pulsed on his dick. Darren imagined it was Scotty’s heart beating around his penis.

The more he thought about what Scotty had done to him, the harder he pounded. Darren wanted to hurt his cousin. He even pulled back his hand and slapped it as hard as he could against Scotty’s butt. Scotty howled in anguish, while the others howled in delight. He kept this up until his hand hurt. He thought about the way Scotty had fucked him in the woods and then in his bedroom later that night. As he recalled those events, Darren reached under his cousin and gripped his flaccid dick and hairless balls and squeezed as hard as he could. His cousin responded as expected, with a high-pitched shriek through the gag.

Darren tightened his grip around Scotty’s nuts, almost hoping to feel them pop, not sure if that was even possible. Finally, his hand grew tired and he released his grip, just as he felt a tingle in his own balls. The tight warm hole he was thrusting into was driving sensations through Darren’s body that he had never experienced before. He pressed his dick as deep as he could into his cousin, just as he felt fluid rushing up his shaft and spurting out into Scotty’s butthole. At the same time, he felt a pressure building and then release in his chest that nearly knocked him off his feet. Every other time his penis had shot out its clear liquid, it hadn’t ever felt like this. Without knowing what it was, Darren had just experienced his first full-fledged orgasm and was pumping his semen into his cousin’s ass.

The moment it happened, he knew what that feeling was. His little faggot cousin had just shot his tiny load into Scotty’s ass. And even worse than knowing that his bitch cousin had just fucked him, was to know that this was just the first. There wasn’t much he could do, considering his hands were tied behind his back. Plus, Chris was so much bigger and holding him down. His mouth was gagged, but there would have been no point in calling for help because there was no one around to help him. All his friends had turned on him. And why, because the baby faggot had not listened and blabbed his fucking mouth.

But it wasn’t so long ago that Scotty had the upper hand on Chris and Mark. And he’d been just about to make Chris his bitch, when that other faggot cousin of his attacked. When Randy jumped on him and informed Scotty they knew about Darren, he was pretty certain his cousin, faggot or not, was about to beat him senseless. Luckily, Craig and Brian had pulled Randy off, while Steve and Paul picked Scotty up off the ground. But rather than being there to help him, his two friends held him tight to ensure he didn’t run off.

While Chris and Mark finished getting loose from Scotty’s trap, Randy shared Darren’s claim that Scotty had raped him. Scotty denied it, said that Darren had enjoyed it, even begged for it. Steve surprised him when he nearly choked him with an arm around his neck and told him to shut up. His hate for Steve doubled in an instant. Now he was the only one naked, being forced to listen as Mark and Steve shared how Scotty talked shit to them about Chris and Craig. Suddenly, he was fully exposed, literally and figuratively.

It was easy for all of them to act so cocky and superior, considering they were all ganging up on Scotty. But he knew that he was better than any of them, seeing as how close he had got to taking them all down. As Paul tied his hands behind his back, Scotty tried to think of a way out.

Craig brought up the group of high schooolers, who as it turned out were friends of his. Tears of rage sprung to Scotty’s eyes as he listened to Craig tell Chris and Mark how his friends had not only used Darren with Scotty’s permission, but had also made Scotty suck dick. He despised them all as they laughed at him. He’d been a victim too, not just Darren. He didn’t understand why they’d feel sorry for the little faggot being used as he was meant to be, but not for the way those older boys had violated him.

His rage had boiled over and he threatened to tell on Chris and Randy for having sex with kids, knowing how much trouble they’d get into. Scotty had smiled as he imagined the pair going to jail and being raped over and over. But the group banded together against him yet again, saying they’d all deny anything other than Scotty raping Darren. It would be his word against all of theirs.

For a moment, he had actually felt helpless. Then, as Chris ran up the hill with Craig to the van, Scotty had realized he had one last ace up his sleeve. He had blurted out that if they didn’t let him go right now, he’d expose Randy to Chris. He knew that they’d band together around his older cousin, despite his being a faggot. In order to protect Randy and keep his secret, they wouldn’t dare do anything to Scotty.

It was his own best friend that crushed his last bit of hope to get out of this situation. Steve reminded Scotty he’d be starting junior high next week, and that he’d be the new kid at the school. Steve meanwhile was already going to the school with lots of friends he’d gladly tell about Scotty being a cocksucker. Before he knew it, Scotty would be very popular, but not for reasons he’d want.

Thinking things couldn’t get worse, Chris and Craig returned with the firewood and a little surprise for Scotty. As Chris forced something into Scotty’s mouth, gagging him and tying it in place, Chris told the group how he’d found an old pair of dirty briefs in his van that he regularly used as a cumrag. Scotty’s body convulsed from the retching that started once his tongue began to pick up the distinct flavors on the fabric.

His mouth watered involuntarily and he gagged as his taste buds were flooded with things he didn’t want to think about. Through his watery eyes, he saw Randy approaching. He tried to kick out at his faggot cousin, but Paul and Steve used their own legs to restrain his. He felt Randy tugging on his balls painfully, wrapping something around them. When he heard the familiar click of the leash attaching to the collar, he realized what Randy had just done. His fears were confirmed when he was tugged forward by his balls.

The humiliation of his march down the hill was just the beginning. Next was the spanking over Chris’ knee like a baby in front of everyone. And not just spanked, the fucker beat his ass. Scotty had never had anything hurt so bad. He tried to not cry, but he lost that battle about halfway through. He futilely struggled and thrashed while his ass was turned into rawmeat. He never felt such relief as when it stopped, but that was short lived. Soon his sore ass was feeling the sting of Chris’ hand as it alternated from asscheek to asscheek.

Scotty didn’t think he could hate Chris more than he did right then. That was, until his abuser invited Darren to fuck his ass. Once Chris offered up his ass to that little faggot, he despised them both more than anyone before. Scotty’s entire body tensed when he felt Darren get behind him, waiting to feel the spit on his hole just before his faggot cousin fucked him. He imagined it was going to hurt, so he tried to get ready for it. Nothing could have prepared him for the moment his cousin rammed his dick into Scotty completely dry. The pain exploded like a bomb had gone off inside his head. The only thing he was thankful for was that his little cousin had a little penis.

He listened to the others calling him a faggot and bitch, telling Darren to fuck his ass harder. And to Scotty’s dismay, that’s just what the little fag did. To add to the humiliation, Darren began spanking his ass, treating Scotty like the bitch when it should have been the other way around. Scotty thought he would pass out when he felt his sick little cousin squeeze his nuts to the point of them nearly bursting in his sack. Scotty heard a girl screaming, only to realize it was him.

Fortunately, Scotty’s first fuck didn’t last long as Darren apparently couldn’t control his excitement and shot his little load not too long after he’d started. Scotty tried to ignore the wet feeling around his asshole. When his cousin pulled his miniature penis out, there was no denying it was cum leaking from his abused ass.

As soon as Darren was done, Chris shoved Scotty to the ground and placed a foot between his shoulder blades to hold him down. There wasn’t anything he could do to stop his fall as his body landed painfully to the hard dirt. Before he could even catch his breath, he felt a foot pressed against his face.

“Hope you like piss, you little bitch,” he heard Mark say, right before a hot stream of it hit Scotty right in the eyes, “Because I’m gonna drown you in it.”

It burned worse than he would have imagined and he shut his eyes tight. The other boys seemed happy to help Mark and soon Scotty felt multiple streams of piss. He struggled helplessly in the fast growing puddle he was laying in. He tried to lift his head to get his face out of it, but Mark just pressed down harder with his foot to keep him in place.

They covered every inch of him in piss, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Mark even made sure to piss in his ears and up his nose, as Scotty flopped around like a fish out of water. The dirt beneath him soon turned into a slop of muddy piss. As sick as it was, he was grateful for the cumrag stuffed in his mouth. Even though his mouth continued to salivate, reactivating the dried cum from the briefs, he imagined that was still better than taking in mouthfuls of what he was laying in.

Someone drop down between his legs, spreading his knees wide at the same time they grabbed his hips and raised his ass up. He recognized that Chris’ foot had left his back at the same time he heard him say, “My turn,” before starting to cram his dick into Scotty’s tight ass.

Looking down at the red angry welts across Scotty’s ass gave Chris a sense of satisfaction, but not nearly enough to make up for what the little shit had just tried to pull. Chris knelt behind Scotty as the kid lay face down in a puddle of piss. He’d just witnessed the agony Darren’s little dick had caused Scotty, imagine the reaction when he felt a real man’s cock inside him.

It made Chris smile when Randy knelt down in front of Scotty’s face and started to pull out the gag. He and his buddy were about to teach this brat a lesson together, show him what happens when you disrespect your superiors. The spanking was just the beginning, now the real punishment would begin.

“You really messed up, bitch,” Chris explained to Scotty, who seemed relieved to spit out the cumrag, “I consider myself a pretty laid back guy, but I don’t know where the hell you got the idea that you would screw with me.”

“Fuck you,” Scotty started, before Randy shoved his face down into the piss and mud. Now all that was coming from the punk’s mouth was sputtering and choking as he inhaled the slop. Then Randy yanked his head back up by the hair and started pissing directly in Scotty’s face. It was almost like Randy was doing the kid a favor, washing the mud off with his piss.

Chris roughly spread Scotty’s ass apart and could see white fluid seeping from the tight hole. “You should thank your little cousin for lubing you up first,” Chris teased as he slapped his hard dick against Scotty’s hole, the wet smacking was music to his ears, “Otherwise this would probably hurt a lot more than it’s going to.”

Once the piss facial was complete, Randy reached forward to grab the leash that was under Scotty. He pulled it forward, drawing the bitch’s nuts up painfully. The boy screamed and Randy took that opportunity to stuff his dick into the fucker’s mouth.

“Now remember what I can do to your balls,” Randy cautioned Scotty, tugging on the leash hard, “If you so much as think about scrapping my dick with your teeth.”

It was still baffling to Chris that not more than ten minutes ago, Chris and Scotty’s positions had been reversed. Scotty had been the one pissing into Chris’ face. Chris had been the one holding a dick in his mouth. It was all Chris could do to keep from beating this brat senseless, knowing that it was because of Scotty that Chris now knew what his little brother’s cum tasted like. And it had been the first time anyone had violated Chris’ ass, although Scotty hadn’t gotten the chance to stick more than his fingers in Chris’ hole. Scotty was about to receive much harsher treatment.

“I had been willing to give you some credit, let you prove yourself as an Alpha in the making,” Chris continued his lecture to the bitch underneath him, “But now you are going to be at the bottom of the fucking pile.”

He glanced over at his buddy humping his dick into his little cousin’s face. Randy was staring intently at Chris’ cock about to fuck Scotty at the other end. It had Chris again wondering how much his friend had enjoyed sucking dick the other night. If Chris were to offer it, would Randy jump at the chance to suck his dick? Chris still had the idea Randy was uncomfortable watching him and Craig, though. His thoughts then turned to Craig, and maybe one day getting a chance to fuck that high school stud. That would be a hot piece of ass for sure.

That brought him back to the piece of ass currently in front of him. And to the fact that there was a more important reason to punish Scotty than for what he’d done to him and his brother. There was what he’d done to Darren. The little fag was still fragile and learning what he was, so for Scotty to abuse him the way he did was unacceptable. Chris felt partly responsible, since he’d lent Darren to Scotty for the week. But he’d never given the little bastard permission to do what he’d done.

“I imagine you won’t enjoy this,” Chris said, as he pressed the tip of his cock against the entrance to Scotty’s ass, “But I sure the fuck will.”

“Now be a good bitch,” Randy ordered his cousin, as he plunged his dick in and out of Scotty’s mouth, “And take our cocks.”

“You’re up after me,” Chris informed Randy, as he pulled his hips back before slamming them forward, hearing the gargled scream coming from Scotty’s cock filled mouth.

“I’ll fuck him later tonight,” Randy turned down the offer, “I’m going to enjoy having him suck my dick and eat my cum first.”

“No doubt,” Chris agreed, as he began pumping his dick in and out of the tight hole, “This bitch will be intimately familiar with all our cocks by the time we’re done with him.”

Chris grabbed Scotty’s bound hands and pulled on them to make him arch back and lift his head up further, giving Randy a better angle to fuck his face. It also gave Chris better leverage to ride the punk’s ass, his dick plunging deeper into his hole. The small amount of cum that Darren had dumped into his cousin helped to lube him up and probably provided Scotty with a little comfort. But Chris’ cock was likely twice the length and thickness of Darren’s little penis and it would take Scotty quite a few more fucks before he’d get used to it. But Chris was determined to have the kid’s hole opened up before he was finished.

“Bet you wish your little cousin was fucking you again,” Chris slammed into Scotty’s ass, making him squeal, “Rather than me.”

All the boys were standing around, watching Chris and Randy penetrate Scotty at both ends. Except for Darren. He was sitting on the edge of the river with his back to them, just staring out at the water. Chris had hoped that Darren would enjoy seeing his abuser being the one abused, but apparently he’d had his revenge and now wanted nothing to do with it. That was okay, Chris would make sure Scotty paid on behalf of Darren and the others Scotty had tried to hurt.

“Remember when I had to punish you last weekend,” Chris reminded the boy currently impaled on his dick, “Bet you wish you were only drinking my piss and sucking my cock now, instead taking dick up your ass.”

Based on how tight the fag-in-the-making’s hole was, Chris had no doubt that Scotty’s ass had never taken dick before today. But Chris was pretty certain that today was just the start of a new role that Scotty would be playing out with his friends. He might have been one of the boys before today, but now Chris had a pretty good idea that Scotty would be their bitch going forward. Watching him bounce around on two dicks, Chris thought he was cut out for the part too.

Not wanting this to be over so quickly, Chris slowed his pace down a bit. He knew the others were eager to take their turn, Mark was practically jumping out of his skin to get a chance to fuck this hole. But he wanted this to leave a lasting impression on Scotty, so that the bitch didn’t get anymore stupid ideas. Chris was still unable to believe that Scotty thought he would have been able to get away with it, although he got further than Chris would’ve otherwise thought he would. It just showed how immature the bitch was, and how he needed someone to teach him this invaluable lesson.

“You don’t fuck with your superiors,” Chris spoke his thought aloud, “And you sure as fuck don’t try to come between brothers.”

Mark grinned at his brother and high-fived him. Although everything was fine between them now, Chris was still going to have to sit Mark down and have a pretty stern conversation with him. His little brother did after all conspire against him with this little bitch. And while Chris appreciated a healthy amount of sibling rivalry, his brother had taken it a few steps too far. He needed to make sure that Mark understand he was never to pull something like that again, unless he wanted to receive a similar punishment.

“I said no fucking teeth, bitch,” Randy shouted, pulling his dick out of Scotty’s mouth, before slapping him in the face and stuffing his face full of hard cock again.

“Don’t forget to give a yank or two on the leash,” Chris reminded his friend, “That should help him keep his mouth open wide.”

The fucking went on for a while longer, Chris sawing in and out of Scotty’s ass, while Randy bruised his tonsils. But like all good things, this too was bound to end. Before too long, Chris’ balls started to draw up to his body, ready to dump the second and much bigger load into their new bitch.

“You ready to take my babies, Scotty,” Chris asked, emphasizing his name with an extra deep thrust, “I hope you appreciate them.”

“Actually,” Randy said, pulling his dick out of Scotty’s mouth and slapping him across the face with it instead, “I want to hear you ask my buddy to cum deep in your pussy.”

“Fuck you, faggot,” Scotty growled through clenched teeth, grunting with each thrust of Chris’ dick. Randy shot Chris a strange look, almost worried, guilty, when his cousin called him a faggot.

“The sooner you ask,” Chris tried to reason with him, looking away from Randy and down at their fucktoy, “The sooner I’ll shoot my load in your ass and be done with fucking you…for now.”

“But I want to hear you ask nicely,” Randy added, yanking on the leash and stuffing his dick back into Scotty’s mouth, “And you need to make sure we can hear you clearly.”

Scotty refused at first, but after a couple of extra vicious thrusts into his hole, he relented and mumbled out something unintelligible around Randy’s cock.

“What was that?” Chris asked, pulling his dick almost all the way out, before slamming forward, “I couldn’t understand you. Didn’t your mom teach you not to talk with your mouthful?”

The boys all laughed and Chris saw they were jerking their dicks furiously. When he got to Craig’s big dick, he glanced up and made eye contact. Something in the boy’s gaze wouldn’t let Chris look away and brought him closer to orgasm.

The begging that came from Scotty’s mouth next was good enough for Chris. He drove forward, causing Scotty to slide in the piss mud and choke on more of Randy’s dick. His balls contracted, his cock thickened, and he felt spurt after spurt of thick cum work its way up his shaft from his balls, emptying into the cumdump that was once Scotty. Craig stepped forward and pressed his crotch into Chris’ face, bending over to grip Chris’ ass in his hands and press him even deeper into Scotty.

“Get that load as deep as it’ll go,” Craig encouraged, while grinding his hard dick against the side of Chris’ face.

Riding out the crashing waves of his orgasm, Chris couldn’t stop himself from taking in deep breaths of the pubes his nose was presently buried in. The musky scent made him feel light headed for a moment and he found himself rubbing his nose around in Craig’s bush, enjoying the smell. As his dick continued to pump ropes of jizz into Scotty’s ass, Craig kneaded Chris’ ass in his meaty palms. Chris let out a small gasp when he felt Craig’s finger graze his hole and Craig took that opportunity to press the shaft of his cock between Chris’ parted lips.

“Fuck yeah,” Mark’s shout brought Chris to his senses. He shook his head, and Craig got the hint and raised up off him.

“Hope you enjoyed that,” Craig whispered into Chris’ ear as he stood back up, then said aloud while gripping his dick, “Can’t wait to get in that ass.”

“So here’s what you’re going to do,” Mark had whispered to Randy, as they watched Darren fuck Scotty, “You’re allowed to make your cousin suck your dick, treat him however you want, but you are not allowed to cum or fuck him yet. You’ll get a chance for that, but not right now.” 

Now here he was, looking down at his cousin, who had his lips stretched around his dick as Randy fed it to him. And as good as it felt to have Scotty sucking on his cock, Randy was unable to forget the order that Mark had given him shortly before he slid is dick between his cousins lips. Up until that moment, Randy had felt in control again, out from under the oppression of Scotty. His anger with his cousin for what he’d done to Darren, coupled with seeing what he’d been trying to do to Chris, had filled him with a need for vengeance.

The hate that seethed through him was overwhelming. He hated his cousin for what he had done to him, and for bringing Mark in on it. If it hadn’t been for his cousin, Mark wouldn’t have spent this past week tormenting him. But that seemed as much Randy’s own doing, as it was the fault of the two boys. There must have been some inherent weakness in him that allowed Scotty to take advantage of him in the first place.

He hated Scotty more for what Darren had endured at the hands of the evil boy. When Darren had said Randy couldn’t keep him safe because he was just a faggot too, it had made Randy feel like a complete failure to his little brother. He’d been right, Randy couldn’t even protect Darren from a kid. That realization had nearly brought tears to Randy’s eyes.

But what seemed to upset him the most is how Scotty had tried to manipulate both Craig and Chris. He had attacked his cousin when he’d found Scotty about to fuck Chris. If Craig and Brian hadn’t pulled him off, Randy might very well have beaten him within an inch of his life. Seeing Chris in such a vulnerable position made Randy’s own life feel unstable. If someone as strong as Chris could be taken down by a shit like Scotty, no wonder that Randy had so easily fallen. Randy was still unable to fully understand exactly what he felt for Chris, but it had become something more than friendship in the last week. So he felt like it was his duty to protect this man.

That anger had served to, at least temporarily, restore his manhood and gave him the strength to take action against his former Master. It was Mark’s order that reminded Randy that he may be finally rid of one Master, but he was still Mark’s bitch. His remaining Master was not even going to allow him a reprieve in a moment like this. When Randy was otherwise hoping to get so much satisfaction from doing worse to Scotty than the boy had done to him. This conflict fucked with his mind more than he could have ever imagined. A part of him wanted to rebel against Mark, but he thought better of it. Mark was the far more dominant than Scotty and he couldn’t know what his young Master would do if Randy attempted to disobey.

So he took what joy he could from pissing in Scotty’s face and making the fallen boy suck his dick. He knew he was going to have to fake an orgasm to avoid Chris asking questions. It took all his will power to hold back the load aching to be released. He wanted to blast his cum into his evil cousin more than anything. This only served to deepen the humiliation he felt at Mark being in control of something most men took for granted.

As Randy watched Chris fuck Scotty’s ass, he envied the boy. As brutal as the fuck was, Randy still longed to be in his place. What he really wanted was to recreate what had happened early, but instead of it being Matty’s dick he was riding while having his face pounding by Craig, he imagined it was Chris fucking him. He had this vision in his head when Chris started to cum in Scotty. And it was that fantasy fueling his lust that caused him to push his face into Craig’s hairy ass when the stud stepped in front of him and leaned over Chris.

It didn’t matter if Chris saw him eating Craig’s ass or not, it was something his best friend had now seen him do many times before. So he had no shame as he rubbed his face in the sweaty ass and took in deep breath’s of the smell of a real man. He had just started to lap up and down his asscrack, tasting the pungent hole, when Craig stood back up and announced he wanted a piece of ass. At first, Randy worried that he meant to fuck him right there in front of Chris, then realized he must have been talking about fucking Scotty.

“You’re going to have to wait a little longer,” Mark said to Craig, stepping up to wait for Chris to get out from between Scotty’s legs, “Because I’m up next.”

Whoever had said revenge is sweet, must have been thinking of this moment right here. And Mark wanted to make sure the revenge he was about to take out on Scotty’s ass was the sweetest. As Chris got up from behind Scotty, Mark grabbed the legs of his former conspirator and new nemesis and flipped the boy onto his back. Mark wanted to watch the look on Scotty’s face as he got fucked. He wanted to look his new bitch in the eyes as he emptied his balls into his guts.

The cry of pain Scotty let out with his arms pinned underneath him provided Randy a gaping mouth to stuff his dick back into. Mark knelt down behind and lifted Scotty’s legs, handing them to his faggot to hold by the ankles. Mark gripped the leash in his fist and yanked up hard on it, raising Scotty off the ground by his bound balls. Recalling the pain and humiliation that Scotty had inflicted on him and Chris just a short while ago, he drew Scotty up further just to hear him moan in pain around the faggot’s dick.

The stupid bitch was gonna pay for having crossed him. Scotty must be mental to think that he could have gotten away with it. Mark figured the other boys were partly punishing Scotty for what he’d done to Darren, but Mark could care less about that. Yeah, maybe Scotty had been a little rough, but it wasn’t like he’d done any permanent damage. And it wasn’t any different from how Mark was using Randy, that’s just what you did with fags. So Mark wasn’t pissed at Scotty because of Darren. And we wasn’t even upset about Scotty attacking Chris. Mark was pissed because of what had been done to him personally.

On the one hand, Mark should be thanking Scotty. It was because of him that Mark even found out what he’d long suspected, that Randy was a fag. And Scotty was the one that had given Mark the idea that he should make his older brother his bitch too. Hell, because of Scotty, Mark had gotten his dick sucked by Chris. The best part was that he could now brag that his older brother had swallowed his cum, but with the blame falling on Scotty. And Mark would find every opportunity to remind Chris that only one of them knew what the other’s cum tasted like.

Where Scotty had fucked up with Mark was thinking that he could take Mark down along with Chris. Mark rammed his cock up into Scotty’s ass while remembering how the little bitch had fingered his ass hard. Watching Scotty get his face fucked by Randy reminded Mark how Scotty had forced him to suck dick. This was what Mark was pissed about, what was unacceptable. That Scotty thought he could treat Mark like a bitch. Well, now Mark was going to be sure it was clear who was the real bitch.

Scotty’s entire front side was covered in mud. It was especially satisfying to see Scotty’s face caked in the mud. Randy rode the traitor’s face, while Mark plowed his ass and yanked the leash. The sounds Scotty was making were exquisite, grunts and groans of anguish, muffled by a cock stuffed in his mouth.

Mark could feel his brother’s cum lubing up the tight hole, tight for the time being at least. He loved the sound of cum squelching around his cock as Mark fucked in and out of the newest bitch. He glanced over at Chris, who gave his brother an approving smile as he watched Mark work toward adding more of their family’s DNA into this piece of trash. The other boys were standing around, all jerking their cocks above their victim. All but Darren, who was sitting by the river, and Steve, who was standing nearby looking angry but didn’t have his dick in hand.

Apparently Steve didn’t want to participate in his former best friend’s downfall. This reluctance to contribute to the destruction of Scotty only fueled Mark’s determination to see it happen. He wanted Scotty to feel completely hopeless, to know that he didn’t have a single friend left, that there was no one who would come to his defense. Before the night was done, Scotty would understand that his actions had consequences and that there were no do overs. The bitch had made his bed and now he had to lie there and get fucked in it.

“Remember when you had that dumb ass idea,” Mark taunted Scotty, accentuating each word with a hard thrust into his hole and tug on the leash, “That you could fuck with me and my brother? Or your best friend and his brother? How’d that work out for you, huh bitch?”

“This is just the beginning of a brand new life for the bitch,” Craig grinned sadistically, stamping on Scotty’s chest as he jerked his big dick above him, “He’s gonna have my big dick in one of his holes daily. But I think that he should be Steve’s bitch, only seems fair since they were such good friends.”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Mark was happy to hear Craig aligned with his thinking, “And with school starting this week, I’m sure Scotty will be real popular.”

As Mark continued to pummel Scotty’s ass, he thought about how it was so much tighter than Randy’s. He was about to share that comparison with the two faggots, when he remembered that Chris was there. As a group, they’d agreed to keep Randy’s secret from Mark’s brother, at least a little longer. Mark figured that he’d let Chris know that Randy was a faggot one day, but only once he had them both taking his dick regularly.

“I’m surprised your friends got to Scotty before you,” Mark taunted Craig, thinking about the high school boys that Darren said had used him and Scotty, “Seemed pretty obvious to me from the day I met him, that Scotty was a little bitch.”

“What can I say,” Craig responded by wagging his big dick around, “I was trying to be respectful of my little brother’s friend. But I’ll be making up for lost time tonight.”

Mark couldn’t read the look on Steve’s face. He figured he’d have a chance to talk with his new friend and convince him that it was the natural order of things for Scotty to be his bitch. Mark needed to make sure someone was going to be humiliating this shit on a regular basis, considering Mark lived in a different city and couldn’t be there to personally supervise.

“Please can I cum, Sir,” Matty asked Craig, his dick looking like it was ready to explode.

“Of course, baby,” Craig allowed, “Just make sure to shoot it all over our guest of honor. It’ll be like a cum baptism.”

“Yes Sir,” Matty got out just before a deep groan that accompanied volleys of cum rained down all over Scotty’s chest.

“Fuck yeah, good boy,” Craig encouraged, jerking his own dick faster.

“Get ready, dog,” Brian finally spoke up, coming out of a lust filled daze and drawing Paul close to him, “Let’s coat this bitch in our spunk.”

Without saying a word, Brian took Paul’s free hand and wrapped it around his dick, so that Paul was now jerking them both off. Mark was too busy enjoying the tight grip of Scotty’s hole around his dick, to think too much about Brian making his friend stroke his dick. It wasn’t too unusual for a friend to help another friend out, and it didn’t surprise Mark that it was the smaller of the two boys doing the work.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Was all that came out of Craig’s mouth as he shot his load. Mark was impressed with how much cum fired out, as Craig pointed this particular gun down to coat Randy’s crotch and Scotty’s face in his sperm.

Paul must have mastered the technique of jerking off. It wasn’t too long after he’d starting stroking both him and Brian that the bigger boy humped his dick into the smaller boy’s tight fist and ejaculated his own impressive load. Feeling his friend cumming in his grip did the trick for Paul, who also began to spill his seed, while softly moaning.

As the three boys achieved orgasm simultaneously, their seed contrasted nicely against the layer of mud coating most of Scotty’s body. It was a beautiful work of art and one that Mark intended to make Scotty wear all night. It was pretty much guaranteed there would be a few more loads added to it before they decided to call it a day.

“He doing a decent enough job sucking your cock to make you cum,” Mark asked Randy, knowing full well that Randy wouldn’t be cumming. That was part of what turned Mark on about this whole scene, he was in control of two bitches at once, “Cum down his throat!”

Randy was sitting on Scotty’s face, dick stuffed in his mouth, holding him by the ankles. He took his queue and began to frantically hump Scotty’s face while moaning a little too dramatically. Mark thought it sounded totally fake, but he was pretty sure Chris wouldn’t suspect anything because why would any guy fake an orgasm.

“Fuck yeah, bitch, I know you don’t want this to end,” Mark was speaking to Scotty now, “But your tight pussy feels too good on my cock.”

Once Randy had pulled off, Mark saw Scotty’s eyes were shut tight. This was unacceptable. Mark grabbed Scotty by the hair, yanking his head forward while pulling up on the leash with his other fist. That did the trick and Scotty’s eyes shot open, just as Mark slammed his cock forward and emptied his balls into his new faggot.

“That’s right, bitch,” Mark sneered down at Scotty, who had hate and resignation in his eyes, “Look at me as I dumped my load in your pussy.”

Mark released his hair and let Scotty’s head splash back down into the piss mud. He gave the bitch a hard slap across the face, as his dick continued to paint Scotty’s insides. Mark thought that he might have enjoyed this fuck more than the first time he got to fuck Randy. Both had been equally hot, but this one was satisfying for a completely different reason.

Reluctantly, Mark extracted his cock from Scotty’s hole. Still pulling his balls up tight by the leash, Mark spun the bitch in the mud. Once his face reached Mark’s crotch, he used Scotty’s gaping mouth to clean off his dick. Mark figured the taste must be pretty interesting, considering there was a mixture of his, Chris and Darren’s cum, as well as Scotty’s own assjuices. And despite the fag protesting beneath him, a yank on the balls and smack in the face calmed him down and got him to take care of the task at hand.

“God damn, Randy,” Chris sounded impressed, slapping his friend on the back and batting at Randy’s erection, “That sounded like one hell of an orgasm, but your dick is still hard as a rock. You’re a fucking stud!”

“Who’s hungry,” Mark asked, smirking at Randy as he stood up and pressed Scotty’s face sideways into the mud, “We need to re-energize for round-two!”

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