My Texas Stepbrothers Slave

My mom had been dating this total douchebag from Texas for a few months now. I hated him passionately and couldn’t understand why she can’t see how much of an asshole he is. He always gave her the whole gentlemanly treatment Texas guys are so good at making a show of holding open doors and pulling out chairs. And in front of her he was always fake nice to me as well. But whenever it was just me and him in the room his attitude changed instantly. His smile turned into a sneer and he would just order me around in his deep baritone voice expecting instant obedience from me.

Don’t get me wrong I could see why she fell for him. He was without a doubt one of the most masculine men I have ever set eyes on. He was a former college football player, was easily over six feet tall and had a broad barrel chest, huge biceps, incredibly muscular legs and calves, not to mention his huge feet which were always in boots. Despite my hatred of him, just being in the same room as him made me spring an instant boner. He never said anything but he definitely noticed and always smirked when he was clearly looking at the (small) tent in my pants.

Worst of all we were going to have to move to his ranch in Texas, I would have to go to a new school for my senior year. I was furious. I begged them to let me stay with one of my friends for senior year but Jack wouldn’t have it and mom was fast being trained by him to go along with whatever he wanted. Jack had two grown sons of his own who also lived at the ranch. Brick was 22 years old and a motorcycle cop with the local sheriffs department. His other son Chad was 21 years old and going into senior year at Texas A&M. At least he wasn’t going to be at the ranch all the time as he would be living at the college during semester. I hadn’t met either of the two brothers yet but I had seen pictures on their facebook profiles. If anything they were even more masculine, tall and muscular than their father which I wouldn’t have thought possible. I literally shot a hands free load in my pants at a picture of Brick in his skin tight motorcycle cop uniform showing off every single muscle on his impressive frame, not to mention the VERY clear obscene bulge in his pants. But what made me soak my pants in cum was his HUGE Dehner motorcycle cop boots. They looked like size 13 at least. They were polished to a spit shine and really showed off his huge muscular calves. How the hell was I going to be able to live with a literal GOD like this strutting around the house every day?

Then I had a look at Chad’s profile. My pathetic little cock went straight back to full hard on. He wasn’t just a student at Texas A&M, he was in the Corps of Cadets. He was posing in his senior uniform and proudly showing off the Senior Cadet Boots he was going to be wearing for the next year. Those spectacular tan riding boots were a gay boot fetishist like me’s dream come true.

These two alpha male GODS were my brothers now? How was I even going to be able to talk to jocks like these. I wasn’t even on the same planet as men like them. Based on their facebook profiles they partied, played lots of sports, went hunting, basically everything I despised. Brick and Chad apparently lived in a separate wing of the ranch house for privacy and I was told I was going to have to live there with them. This was going to be hell.

When we arrived at the ranch neither brother was there. Chad was apparently already at college and would be back at the weekend and Brick was at work on patrol. Jack showed me to the boys wing and showed me to a tiny little room which would apparently be mine. Of course he made no effort to help me with my stuff and I had to make a lot of trips to the truck and back to get everything.

I decided to explore a bit and looked into what must be one of the boys rooms. The room was HUGE, Texas huge, there were sofas, a massive bed, a huge en-suite bathroom, and a really big walk in closet. Based on the stuff in the room I guess it was Chad’s room. A lot of the clothes in the closet were probably in college but he still had a lot of gear. I gravitated, of course being the boot, shoe, sock and foot fag that I am, to the wall of footwear on display. There were dirty hunting boots, I picked one up and shoved my face inside breathing in the glorious manly foot musk, my boner was throbbing, there were work boots, combat boots, loads of high top and low top sneakers, gym shoes which I could tell REEKED even without picking up and finally the piece de la resistance, what were clearly his old high school football cleats, they were presented in a cubby almost as a trophy. I picked them up and put them on the floor.

Something came over me, I felt the need to show these, what I saw were size 12, football cleats respect. I needed to WORSHIP these cleats. These were worn by a high school quarterback. A true alpha male. More of a man than I would ever be. I knelt down on all fours and just stared at the cleats for a minute. Admiring them. I sucked in the smell of them through my nose, my cock now painfully throbbing with excitement. Finally I lowered my face and reverently gave the right one a deep kiss. Then the left one. I realised I needed to stop or I would cream my pants again. I got up and put the cleats back where I found them and went to check out the room next door.

Brick’s room was identical to his brothers. Except his was decorated with all sorts of police memorabilia. He had various hand and leg cuffs mounted on the wall as decoration, badges from forces all over the country on display, nightsticks and a section clearly dedicated to instruments of discipline. He had a bullwhip displayed on the wall, a classic Texas Prison Strap which looked SCARY and a fraternity paddle. He also had some exercise equipment in the room even though I knew there was a fully kitted gym in the boys wing basement. One piece of equipment was a classic vaulting horse except it had restraints on each leg. WHAT THE FUCK. The top of the leather horse seemed well worn where people had lain on it and sweated into the leather. Did Brick bring people in here and tie them to this horse and beat their asses?

Even though I was shaking with fear in this room my cock was throbbing excitedly. I went into the walk in dressing room. There were a lot of uniforms of course. But some of them were different. There were leather cop uniforms like I saw in fetish porn. Surely Brick doesn’t wear these for work? Then I saw a rubber cop uniform. Well I KNOW he doesn’t wear that for work. Is my new brother gay??? I found more fetish clothes, harnesses, hoods then I got to the footwear. There were several Dehner cop boots, many combat boots, work boots, hunting boots, several tall lace up skinhead boots in black and cherry, a bunch of different cleats. Every single piece of footwear was spotless and spit shined. Brick clearly prided himself on his footwear.

I was now shaking. Fuck my new brother is a kinky gay guy. And based on the gear clearly a dom. I couldn’t resist taking a closer look at the Dehner cop boots. I have always been incredibly turned on by motorcycle cops but have never been close to their boots let alone touch or worship a pair.

Again I respectfully knelt before the boots. I had noticed Brick had slightly bigger feet than his brother and his boots were size 13s. Again I got close to the boots but didn’t touch yet. I just breathed in the heady scent of leather and boot polish slowly getting high on the supremely masculine smell. Then I again lovingly and worshipfully planted a kiss on the big toe box of the right boot and then the left boot. I stuck out my tongue and started frantically covering the huge powerful authoritative boot in long hard licks. I was lost in a haze of pleasure and worship for these powerful symbols of masculine power and authority when I heard a cough behind me. I slowly sat up and turned around not believing I was so fucking stupid to get caught doing this, and on my first day in this house.

As I turned, my face getting redder and redder with embarrassment, and gazed on the PERFECT specimen of male perfection, standing in the doorway to the dresser. He was standing tall, very tall, legs spread wide in a masculine stance. Arms folded over his big chest and a huge cruel smirk planted on his face. Despite my terror, my pathetic little cock, was tenting my shorts like they never have before.

“Well, well, Well…” Brick said. “Dad said you were a faggot, but I wasn’t expecting this.”. “I, I, I can explain Brick” I stammered. “Shut up faggot!” he commanded and I instantly obeyed. “Now. Who. The. Fuck. Gave you permission to come into MY room and slobber all over my perfectly polished boots?”.

“I’m sorry Brick. I was just exploring”. “that’s one way to put it” he said sniggering. “And when you’ve been licking a mans boots like a lowlife bootlicking submissive faggot bitch, you call him SIR faggot!”. “Yes Sir!” I shouted. Bringing a smile to his handsome face. “Since you like licking my boots so much fag, crawl over here and lick these ones clean. They are covered in grime from riding patrol all day”.

I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do. I had never actually done anything with a guy before. Sure I had looked at the most extreme hardcore humiliation and violent BDSM porn I could find but never anything in real life. When I didn’t move Brick strode over to me and gave me the hardest slap I have ever had in my life. My ears rang and my cheek was on fire. “LICK. MY. FUCKING. BOOTS. FAGGOT!” he roared. I launched myself at his huge boots covered in road dust and started furiously licking the boot. I pressed my tongue into the leather really hard wanting him to feel my tongue and know that I was obeying. Anything to avoid more violence from this ALPHA. “That’s more like it bitch” he said with satisfaction.

Once I had spent what must have been half an hour covering every inch of his boots with my saliva he said “that’s enough for now fag. You can spit polish them for me later. In fact you are going to take care of all my footwear from now on aren’t you?”. “SIR yes SIR!” I replied eliciting another satisfied smirk from the muscle God.

“Now faggot we need to take care of your violation of my privacy. You don’t expect me to just let that go do you?”. I looked at him quizzically not knowing what he was getting at. He lifted his arm about to smack my face again and I quickly said “No Sir”. Instead of smacking my face he gave it some light taps with his palm smiling cruelly.

“now how do you think I should punish you for coming in here and slobbering over my boots like a sick little puppy without permission?”. I don’t know Sir I replied. “I think you need some discipline boy. Have you ever been spanked? Strapped? Paddled?”. “No Sir I’ve never been spanked in any way Sir” I said. Hearing that Brick’s smirk got even broader. “Your ass is a cherry for the strap then fag. I’m going to enjoy this. OK faggot I want you to kiss my boots continuously and beg me, and you had BETTER make it convincing, beg me to beat the ever loving shit out of your pathetic little virgin ass with my big scary prison strap over there and my big scary fraternity paddle”.

I was now shaking in fear. I couldn’t do this. I could never handle this much pain. I tried begging for mercy but again Brick lifted his arm and brutally smacked my face. “Now that’s not what I said to do faggot” he said as if talking to an idiot. Resigned and now crying I lowered my face to his huge now dust free boots and planted kisses all over their toes mumbling pleas for Brick to please beat the shit out of my virgin ass with his big scary prison strap and fraternity paddle. Brick broke into laughter over my head.

He then mockingly said “How hard should I hit you? Are you sure you can really take that much of a beating. You aren’t very experienced…”. Grinning sadistically and making it clear there was only one answer he would accept. “Sir. Please hit me with all your strength Sir. Turn my ass purple so I will know never to violate your privacy again Sir” I said between sobs and shaking in fear. All the while my cock painfully hard at the sheer raw dominance exerted by Brick.

“Strip” Brick ordered. I slowly took off my clothes hesitating briefly when I got to my boxers but as soon as Brick started lifting his arm in anger I ripped them off in a panic making him laugh. I stood there as he examined my weak body. I had never been into sports or going to the gym. “We are going to work on this body boy” he said. “You are going to join me in the gym every day” not leaving any chance of debate. “No slave of mine is going to be this weak”. Slave? What is he talking about. Before I could think about it any more he dragged my naked body over to the vaulting horse with the restraints and started restraining me and tightening the straps so I couldn’t move.

He then walked over to a chair and took off his boots using a boot jack. I then watched in fascination as he literally peeled off the thick boot socks which were SOAKED in sweat after riding all day in his black leather boots in the Texas sunshine. His face lit up in a broad smile as he stalked over to me wadding up the socks which dripped sweat as he compressed them. “Open wide Bitch” he said. By now knowing this man was NOT to be disobeyed I opened my mouth and let him force the thick putrid soaking socks into my mouth. He took a roll of duct tape off the shelf and wrapped it around my head keeping the sock gag in my mouth with no way to push it out. He left part of one sock out of my mouth so he could tape it under my nose. I nearly choked on the flavour of his sweat but as I appreciated that this was the foot sweat and stench of a true alpha male. A man who enforces the law and dominates all other men I realised this was an honour and a privilege and I started sucking on the socks trying to clean them for my superior Alpha. He noticed me sucking and smiled with smug satisfaction enjoying my submission to his power and respect for him.

“You are going to need that gag slave. This is going to be the most pain you have ever felt in your life. But you are going to take it for me aren’t you? You are going to make me proud to be your Master. You are going to show me you deserve to be my slave. Because that is what you want isn’t it? You want me to OWN you. You want to worship me every day of the rest of your life. You want to clean my boots every single day. You want to worship this powerful body. You want to please me. You want to worship my man cock.” He said, grabbing his now even more obscene bulge bursting with a very clear rock hard on as he said “cock”.

Not being able to talk I nodded furiously while sucking on his putrid socks to make it clear to my Alpha that I did indeed desperately want him to be my Master. Again, his unbelievably handsome face broke out into a big smile which made me feel such pleasure like I have never felt before in my life. This MAN, this true-blue Alpha Male wanted to be my Master.

He went to a cupboard and came back with what I knew to be a ball parachute. He grabbed my balls, which nearly made me shoot my load, and clipped the parachute around my balls. He then picked up his discarded boots and attached them to the parachute. I could see in a mirror in front of me he had his cruel grin on his face as he lifted the boots and dropped them. The pain in my balls as the weight of his heavy Dehners stretched them was incredible. It felt like my gut had been punched and I had to swallow puke as I was gagged.

But my Master was in ecstasy. “Fuck Yeah!” he shouted grabbing his crotch again as he watched the boots swing from my balls and giving them some playful kicks to add to my agony.

He then walked over to the wall and took the long, thick, heavy, brutal looking prison strap off the wall. He was clearly VERY excited to be using it on me. He was bouncing around the room with energy taking practice swings with the strap. He then walked up to my ass stretched back his muscular arm and SMASHED the strap into my ass with all his might. The lash literally took my breath away and I screamed into my sock gag. He waited two minutes for me to calm down and absorb the pain before winding up and hitting me again. This repeated for six lashes. Brick had taken his cock out of his pants and was slowly jerking it as he beat my ass with every ounce of his strength.

After six lashes, he put down the strap and strutted over to the wall still jerking his cock and took the fraternity paddle off the wall. “You’ve made me really proud slave” Brick said. “You are taking this so well. You’ve proven yourself worthy to be my slave. Just six with the paddle and you’re done”.

Again every swat with the paddle was full force and Brick was clearly having a lot of fun and trying really hard not to cum yet. As he gave me the sixth swat with the paddle Brick roared with pleasure and started convulsing shooting jet after jet of thick cum out of his magnificent cock. He aimed for my battered bruised black and blue ass coating it in his man cream. “You are MINE now faggot. I have marked you. You belong to ME now.” He roared as he kept shooting cum.

After he had calmed down he released my restraints and gently lifted me off the horse. To my surprise he took me to the bed and hugged me tight to his powerful hard body and passionately kissed me. “So proud of you Slave” he purred which made me feel so good. To hear praise from this man, this alpha, my MASTER.

Eventually he got up and took me to the shower in the en-suite and me wash his magnificent body for him. He got dressed in one of his leather fetish cop outfits and another pair of tall boots. “Are you going to wear that in front of our parents” I said quickly adding “Sir” as he frowned at me. “Boy, you were brought here to be my slave. Don’t you get it. You and your mom are a two for one. Your slave mom is going to serve my dad and brother as their sex slave and you are mine. Well Chad will have some fun with you too but he is mainly straight he just likes whipping and beating fags so much harder than he can with a girl. My dad knew you were a faggot, he thought I was going to have to train you to be a slave, I wasn’t expecting to catch you offering yourself up licking my boots LOL”. I was speechless. What, my mom was a slave??? That can’t be right.

Brick took a short thick metal chain out of a drawer and looked at me seriously. “Kneel before your Master slave”. I knelt at his boots again giving each one a loving kiss which he seemed to like, and then looked up at him into his gorgeous eyes. He put the chain around my neck and closed it with a padlock. It was tight enough I wouldn’t be able to get it off. “This is your collar Slave. This symbolises you are my property. Wear it with pride”. I did in fact glow with pride that such a powerful man had claimed me as his and instinctively lowered myself to his boots again and started kissing and licking them making him give a little laugh but he didn’t stop me clearly enjoying my need to show submission.

“Lets go have dinner Slave” he said and walked into the hallway towards the main part of the house. “But Sir I am naked” I said, but still following after him. He stopped, cocked his eye at me and said “do you really want another slap Bitch? And from now on you refer to me as Master”. “No Master” I quickly replied and followed him naked towards the dining room.

When we got to the dining room his father was sitting at the head of the table dressed formally with cowboy boots on and a cowboy hat. To my horror my mom was kneeling between his legs stark naked wearing nothing but a leather dog collar and slurping on his horse cock. When she realised we had come into the room she tried to come off his cock but he shoved her head back down making her choke.

Brick sat opposite his father and motioned for me to kneel at his side and nuzzle his crotch mouthing his hard cock through his leather pants. Finally Jack shot his load into my mom and pulled her off his cock. He ordered her to get the food. She served Jack and Brick huge steaks with fries. She then came back and put a dog bowl with cold stew in front of me and gave me an apologetic ashamed look. Then she caught sight of my battered and bruised ass and gave a cry. “what’s this brute done to you my baby” she said unable to control herself.

Jack shot up and grabbed my mom by the throat. “What the fuck did you just call my son slave Bitch” he said with real menace in his voice. She looked down too scared to say anything. “Your faggot boy now belongs to my son Bitch, he can do whatever the fuck he wants with it. If you EVER disrespect my boys again I will let Chad take Brick’s bullwhip to your back. Chad is as much of a sadist as Brick here but Brick doesn’t like hurting girls. Chad has no such qualms, on the contrary”. “I am sorry Master. Of course you are right. Master Brick please accept my humble apology” she said.

Brick looked amused. “Your boy is a masochist, he loved every minute of it. Tell your mom how hard your little cock was while I was beating your ass with my sweat soaked socks in your mouth and my boots hanging off your balls faggot” he said clearly enjoying the intense humiliation and awkwardness both my mom and I felt at hearing those details out loud, both of us were blushing with embarrassment. “Well fag?” he said.

I looked at my naked mom and said “Yes mom. I’m sorry I am such a pervert but Master Brick is right. I really did love it when he tied me down, shoved his sweaty socks he wore all day into my mouth, hung his heavy boots from my balls and then beat my naked ass with all his might with a strap and paddle. In fact mom I shot my fag load while he was doing it” I said burning with shame. My mom looked absolutely horrified. On the other hand the two alpha men burst into uncontrollable laughter. Brick and Jack laughed their heads off while my mom and I stared at each other in shocked shame. “Get our desert bitch” Jack said finally. “Suck my cock fag slave” Brick said and I crawled between his legs, got his huge cock out and deep throated it making my Master moan with pleasure.

“Just wait till your brother Chad gets home for the weekend” Jack said. “fuck yes” Brick said. “Chad’s going to love playing with my fag dad. Did you know this faggot has a boot fetish?”. “seriously” Jack said. “Yeah when I got home I found this little fag in my closet slobbering all over my spare boots, isn’t that right fag?” he said patting my head not expecting a reply. “Damn son, Chad is going to love getting his new Senior cadet boots licked by our new fag slave. He will probably make mom and son lick one boot each and compete against each other” laughing at the thought. “I bet he will dad. Probably stomp his boot on the fags clit too like he said he did with his fag roommate in college when he kept staring at his naked body”. “It’s going to be a fun weekend Son” Jack said smiling.

I wasn’t so sure about that. Stomp on my fag clit? With his boots? Oh fuck I am so in for it. But once again my cock was betraying me. Brick had noticed and started rubbing my hard cock with his shiny boot toe getting pre cum all over it.

To be continued