Becoming a faggot

My Big Brother Randy

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Characters:

Darren - The main character and faggot
Randy - Darren's older brother
Chris - Randy's high school friend
Scotty – Darren’s cousin
Mark – Chris’ younger brother

Randy unlocked the door to the house and opened it for Chris, who was carrying the sleeping fag, Darren. They’d had an eventful night at the drive-in and the boy had fallen asleep in the front seat, lying between Chris and Scotty on the drive home.

“I’m gonna take the little guy to bed,” Chris told the group, as Mark and Scotty entered the house.

“Yeah, I think I’m going to go to bed too,” Randy said, he needed to fall asleep and forget this whole night had happened.

“It’s barely 10 on a Saturday night, we should stay up and have some fun,” Scotty suggested, and looked directly at Randy as he said, “Maybe we can find a game that you could win this time.”

“Just because Chris was the winner and gets to have Darren all night to himself, doesn’t mean we can’t find something to do,” Mark jumped in, rubbing the dog tags under his shirt, the ones he’d taken from Randy after fucking his face and making the older dude his bitch. Mark could feel his dick chubbing up as he thought about the fact that his brother owned the little fag and Mark was now on his way to owning the older faggot. It just made it sweeter that the fag was his older brother’s best friend. Two Master brothers controlling two fag brothers. He knew for now that he had to keep Randy a secret from Chris, and he was trying to think of ways that he could get the older fag alone going forward.

Hearing the two boys talking about the game and how Chris was the winner and Randy was the loser, made Chris picture the image of Randy laying underneath him. His best friend’s face had been buried in Chris’ ass not more than 30 minutes ago, and Randy had seemed all too eager to be there, licking at Chris’ asshole, making out with it, and even lapping at his balls. Chris wasn’t sure if he could have done the same if he’d been in Randy’s shoes and had been the loser. He almost wished that Randy had put up a little fight and refused to kiss Chris’ ass. But not only had he kissed it, he dove into his friend’s hole with his tongue like a hungry man who had just been offered his first meal in days. Chris put it out of his mind, it was a one time thing, and Randy had just been the bigger man and paid his debt for having lost the game.

“Yeah, stay up with these two, you can’t possibly be tired,” Chris said to Randy, “Besides, who knows what trouble they’ll get into without some supervision.”

Randy saw both Mark and Scotty grin madly, knowing they’d just won again, by Chris basically ordering Randy to stay up with the boys. Randy couldn’t help but feel like his friend may think less of him after what happened tonight. Randy tried to imagine what Chris must think, having watched Randy cum almost the instant his little brother’s mouth went on his dick, Chris even commenting on how excited Randy must have been to have his own little brother sucking him off, cumming so quickly.

The worst, had been having to kiss his best friend’s ass. But when he was told to do more than kiss it, instead ordered to strip naked and lay under Chris so that his friend could sit on his face, he hadn’t fought it. Part of him tried to reason that he didn’t have a choice, Scotty would tell his mom about everything if Randy didn’t do as he was told. But part of him, some deeper feeling, had him wondering if he hadn’t wanted to taste Chris’ ass. When he had been made to eat the two boys’ asses, he’d actually found himself turned on. And this was his best friend, a man he looked up to and respected, so maybe he wanted to be able to know him in a way that he wouldn’t have been able to otherwise. So when the opportunity presented itself, maybe it had been a perfect way for him to get the chance to experience his friend that way, with at least Chris believing it was something he was only doing because he’d lost a game, and not because his friend was a faggot who secretly wanted to taste his asshole.

Randy came out of his daze when he felt something land at his feet. He saw Chris walking down the hall with Darren in his arms, heading toward the boy’s bedroom. Randy could smell the piss and cum coating his own skin, and the smell of Chris’ ass all over his face and the taste of it on his tongue. Once he heard the bedroom door close and saw that Chris had disappeared with Darren inside, he realized he was now alone with his two tormentors again.

Scotty saw Randy look down at the dog collar at his feet. When the older fag looked up, Scotty said, “Alright bitch, put that on and let’s have some fun.”

Darren woke up in Chris’ arms. The boy last remembered falling asleep on the drive home and now his Sir was carrying him down the hall. As Chris carried the boy into his bedroom, Darren just stared at the man’s handsome face. Even though his Sir had made him suck four different dicks that night, Darren still felt safe in his arms like this.

He remembered the first time Chris had called him a faggot, the same day that he’d tasted a man for the first time. He’d been taught that a little fag boy like him was meant to please men like his older brother and his Sir. And he realized now that he had loved being allowed to serve them both, but it was his Sir who he was most drawn to. The boy loved the way the two men smelled and tasted. Learning the scent of their pits and balls, understanding they were men and he was there to do as he was told. That he should be thankful they allowed him to lick their bodies and suck on their dicks until they fed him their cum.

Once they were in the bedroom and Chris had pushed the door closed with his foot, he saw that the boy was awake and was looking up at him. Chris saw complete adoration in the boy’s eyes and it softened Chris a bit, as he realized just how much the fag loved being so close to him. He smiled at the boy before setting him on his feet. He then put a finger under the boy’s chin and lifted his head to stare up at Chris.

“Are you happy, boy?” Was the simple question.

“Yes Sir,” was the boy’s honest response.

“You did very well tonight, boy. I was very proud of what a good fag you were and how you did as you were told and sucked each of our cocks as I expected. I realize it must not have been easy to show all of us what a fag you are for dick.” Chris said, watching the boy’s face light up from the praise he was receiving.

“It’s right that I get to spend the night with my good boy, helping to continue your training as my little fag. You want that, don’t you boy? To be my faggot?” Chris asked the boy, already knowing the answer.

The boy’s eyes teared up and he nodded his head emphatically, “Yes Sir, I want that.”

“What do you want, boy? I want to hear you say it and admit it to both of us.” Chris continued to push the boy toward his destiny.

“I want to be yours, Sir, your faggot,” the boy admitted to Chris, tears streaming down his face, “Please.”

Hearing the need expressed in that one word, the boy asking to be his, assured Chris that this was the right path for the boy. He had never come across anyone who was so naturally submissive, Chris felt protective of the boy and wanted to be sure he received the proper guidance from a man who understood what the boy truly was. A born faggot that needed a man in his life, but up to now hadn’t had one.

“Take off my shoes, boy,” Darren heard the order and immediately dropped to his knees at his Sir’s feet. Being in just his underwear, and kiddie underwear at that, made Darren feel even more like a boy in front of such a superior man.

Darren took off his Sir’s shoes and Chris reached down and picked one up and held it to Darren’s face. “Breathe in my scent, boy,” Darren was ordered and he inhaled deeply. The smell was incredible, and it seeped into Darren’s head. The shoe was replaced with his Sir’s damp socked foot pressed into his face. If the smell of the shoe had been incredible, this scent was unimaginable. “Remove my sock.”

He pulled off the sock and Darren’s mouth was immediately filled with the big toe of the foot. “Suck on that, boy, and get my other sock off.” Darren heard his Sir’s deep voice and felt the big toe wiggling in his mouth as he sucked on it. He looked up at the Man, slurping on the toe, his tongue feeling the hairs on the top, as he reached down and found Sir’s other foot and pulled off that sock as well. “Hand it to me,” he heard Sir say, indicating the sock.

Once Chris had the sock in hand, he removed his toe from Darren’s mouth and rubbed the sweaty sock all over the fag’s face, before stuffing the sock in his mouth. “Unbutton my pants and pull them down.” Was his next order for his little fag. As the boy worked at the buttons of his jeans, Chris pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. As the boy finished with the buttons and began to tug the jeans over Chris’ athletic ass and down his thick thighs, Chris sat on the bed and lifted his feet to make it easier for the boy to get the jeans the rest of the way off.

“Give me the other sock, boy,” Chris ordered as he pulled the one from the boy’s mouth. He was now sitting on the bed in just his underwear, with the little fag kneeling at his feet offering him the sock he’d retrieved from the floor. Chris took both and tied them together at each end and slipped the makeshift blindfold over the boy’s head and covered his eyes with it.

Darren was disappointed when his eyes were covered, as he loved being able to look at his Sir and his beautiful body. But having his vision cut off only increased the intensity of his Sir’s scent. The boy could smell the socks and moaned deeply when his Sir pulled his face between his legs. Once his face made contact with the fabric of the underwear, he pressed his nose underneath the covered balls and took in a deep breathe. The scent of his Sir’s crotch consumed him and he just held still to be able to continue to breath it in.

“Learn my scent and tell me your rules, fag,” he heard his Sir demand.

“I should always call you Sir,” Darren repeated the first rule, the words muffled through the balls covered in the white briefs pressed to his face.

“Good boy, keep going, tell me all of them,” His Sir said as he pet the boy’s head and pulled his face deeper into his crotch, getting the boy’s nose further under him.

Darren took in a breath and could now smell his Sir’s ass and realized that he hadn’t yet tasted his Sir’s hole. He’d eaten both Scotty and Randy, and knew their taste now, but he needed to know the taste of his Sir’s ass.

“I will always answer your questions, Sir, and not speak unless you say I can,” Darren continued reciting his rules, trying to remember them and please his Sir, “I’ll always do what I’m told and will only obey you and anyone you tell me to.”

“I’m very proud of you boy,” Chris said honestly, happy to know the boy had listened so well, “And what was the last rule I taught you?”

Chris’ dick became rock hard when the fag answered, “That a Man’s dick is what I should be focused on, Sir. And that I am never to touch my own dick without your permission.”

“That’s right, boy. You shouldn’t even call that little thing between your legs a dick, because fags don’t have dicks, men do,” Chris instructed, grinding his crotch into the boy’s face, hearing the little whimpers the bitch was making, “Do you know what a clit is boy?”

“No, Sir,” Darren responded, his little hands running up and down Chris’ legs as the boy tried to push his face deeper under the ass he was allowed to breath in.

“A clit is what a girl has between her legs. It’s like a very tiny penis, not much smaller than yours, and it is hidden up in their pussies,” Chris explained as he pulled his balls through the fly of the white briefs and began to rub them all over the boy’s forehead, “And remember how I said little fags like you were more like girls then you are like boys?”

“Yes, Sir,” Darren groaned into Chris’ crotch.

“So what does that mean you have between your legs, fag,” Chris led the boy towards the obvious conclusion.

“A clit, Sir?” The boy responded uncertainly.

“Yes boy, and girls and fags don’t touch their clits except when their men want them to. And these are your titties,” Chris confirmed, reaching down to play with the nipples sticking out on the boy’s chest, “Girls love when their man plays with their titties and you’ll learn to love it too.”

All this talk had Darren’s panting and made his little clit hard. When his Sir’s fingers wrapped around both his titties though, an electric shock ran straight to his brain and drove the boy wild. Not being able to see, seemed to heighten all his other senses and the smell of his Sir became overwhelming. “Please Sir, please let me taste your ass!”

“That’s a good faggot, begging for the privilege to taste your Man’s asshole,” Darren thought he could hear how pleased his Sir was with him, “Go ahead, boy, take off my underwear and worship your Man.”

Randy reached down for the dog collar and concluded that Scotty had intended for Chris to win the game earlier. Not only had Randy’s losing allowed Scotty to make him humiliate himself in front of Chris, eating his friend’s ass, but Chris' win meant that Randy was now alone with the two boys for the rest of the night.

“Get your dog collar on, faggot. It stays on until I remove it,” he heard Scotty command. Randy wrapped the collar around his neck and looked nervously down the hall at his best friend, who luckily was not watching as he carried Darren into the bedroom at the end of the hall and shut the door behind them. Randy finished getting the collar on and looked over at both boys staring at him with a hunger in their eyes that scared him.

“Good doggy,” Scotty spoke to him mockingly, “Now strip.”

With the collar around his neck, Randy felt no strength to fight the order and instead began to remove his clothes.

“Faster faggot, I want you naked in 10 seconds,” Mark now ordered, causing Randy to quickly pull off his shoes, socks, pants, and shirt, leaving him only with his underwear, which barely concealing his raging boner. He felt sick to his stomach that he was actually turned on by the abuse these two boys were inflicting on him.

Scotty looked disapprovingly at the underwear Randy hadn’t yet removed, and so he pulled those off as well, his hard dick bouncing up as it was freed from the cum soaked briefs.

“Good fag,” Scotty said, as he walked into the kitchen, slapping Randy’s boner as he passed him, “Now follow us and bring all your clothes.”

Mark let Scotty lead the way through the kitchen and to the back door, with the fag following behind them carrying his bundle of clothes. Scotty opened the door and walked into the garage, ordering Randy to get two beers out of the fridge and bring them with him. Marked stopped next to Scotty in the garage and turned to see their fag follow through the door, awkwardly trying to hold his ball of clothes to his chest with a beer in each of his hands and a dog collar around his neck.

Both boys laughed at the sight of Randy looking so pathetic, especially at the sight of his raging hard-on poking out in front of him and the stream of precum dripping from his dick, sliding down his shaft and over his balls.

“Bring us our beers, bitch,” Scotty instructed, reaching into the backpack he’d brought with him. Randy approached Scotty first and held his hand out as best he could to offer the boy a beer without dropping his armful of clothes.

Before Scotty took the beer, he pulled a dog leash out of his backpack and hooked it to the collar around Randy’s neck. Holding the other end of the leash in his hand, Scotty then took the beer and nodded at Randy to now give Mark the other beer.

It didn’t go unnoticed that Randy went to give Scotty his beer first. Mark didn’t like how Randy potentially saw Scotty as the leader, but all Mark had to do was reach up and grab the dog tags hanging around his neck to reassure him that Randy was going to be his bitch in the long run. The older fag’s dog tags had been replaced by a dog collar, something Mark would make sure to point out when he had his bitch alone again. Mark stared Randy in the eyes as he took the beer offered, but not before slapping the fag’s balls hard, causing him to nearly drop the beer and his clothes. Randy groaned and reached down to cup his throbbing nuts, as he clutched his bundle of clothes to his body.

Enjoying the pained look on the fag’s face, Scotty headed to the back of the garage and tugged on the leash, “Come,” was the simple command he gave to the faggot as he headed into the backyard.

He led the fag to the edge of the grass, where there were chairs and a table, “Drop your clothes there,” Scotty pointed to a spot in the grass by the table.

Randy let his clothes drop to the grass and brought his hands down to cover his crotch as he turned to face his two Masters. Both boys had taken a seat and Scotty was shaking his head at him.

“On all fours, faggot,” Scotty ordered and was pleased to see Randy immediately comply. Scotty took the leash and tied it off to the table, “Now stay.”

Mark and Scotty both opened their beers and sat back to enjoy them as they watched their faggot on all fours, naked at their feet, collar around his neck and the leash secured to the table to ensure their doggy didn’t wander off.

Scotty took a long swig of his beer and then spat it in Randy’s face. Mark enjoyed the shocked look on the fag’s face, “Come here, bitch,” Mark called to him and Randy crawled over obediently but hung his head down when he was in front of Mark’s feet. “Do you want some beer, boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” Randy responded, surprised at the offer.

“Then open up your cock sucking mouth,” Mark instructed and Randy lifted his head and opened up, only to have Mark spit beer forcefully into his mouth. Randy coughed up the beer, causing the boys to laugh harder.

“Seems like the fag isn’t very grateful, maybe he can beg for more later,” Mark suggested as the two drank the beers.

“He’s not very respectful either. He disobeyed one of his rules tonight,” Scotty casually told Mark, and then addressed Randy, “And what was that rule I told you earlier tonight, faggot?”

“That I am not allowed to cum without your permission,” Randy admitted, nearly choking on the words.

“That’s right, and did you break that rule tonight?” Scotty questioned him.

“Yes Sir,” Randy acknowledged, feeling the shame again at having cum simply from eating his best friend’s ass.

“We’ll need to think of an appropriate punishment later,” Scotty told the big stud faggot, “In the meantime, why don’t you tell us you at least remember what you are?”

Randy looked down, knowing what he was expected to say. “I’m a bitch, Sir.”

“Speak up, boy,” Scotty scolded him, “And I want you to repeat your entire mantra from earlier, without us having to prompt you.”

“Yes Sir,” Randy said defeated, “I’m your bitch. I’m your cocksucker. I’m your faggot. And you’re my Masters.”

“Ha, and now you’re our dog too, isn’t that right boy?” Mark taunted, using his foot to pull down on the leash and causing Randy to have to lean closer to the ground.

“Yes Masters, I’m your dog too.” Randy agreed.

“So why don’t you show us what a good doggy you can be and bark for us,” Mark ordered.

Randy shut his eyes, unable to look at the two boys cocky grins, as he let out a soft bark.

“You can do better than that, boy,” Mark scolded the fag, “Let us see what a big dog you are, otherwise, we might have to trade in that butch dog collar for a pretty pink one.”

Randy lifted his head and let out a loud WOOF. The boy’s words got to him. He was a big dog and he didn’t want to be compared to a little bitch dog.

“That’s a good boy,” Scotty praised their new pet and reached out to pat him on the head. He then unclipped the leash from Randy’s collar, before going into his bag to pull out another surprise, “I’ve got a treat for you boy.”

Randy looked up at the toy dog bone in Scotty’s fist, “Let’s see how well you can play fetch,” Scotty said, and then lewdly grabbed the bulge in his shorts while adding, “If you do a good enough job with this bone, we might let you have the real thing.”

Scotty threw the toy into the yard, “Go get it, boy! And remember, dogs run on all fours.”

Randy was amazed at the new ways that Scotty found to further humiliate him. He began to crawl into the yard to retrieve the toy bone. When he reached it, he knew what was expected and lowered his head to the ground and picked the bone up in his mouth. As he bit down into the toy, the unexpected little squeaky nose actually scared him. He felt his face burning red as he return to his Master.

When Randy got to Scotty, his Master put out his hand and instructed, “Give it to me, boy.” Randy dropped the bone into the outstretched hand and let out a yelp when Scotty smacked him on the nose with the toy, causing it to squeak, “I expect you to chase after the bone and bring it back to me quickly, faggot!”

“Sorry, Sir.” Randy said, ashamed for not having shown more enthusiasm.

“I buy my doggy a new toy, I expect him to show me how excited he is to play fetch,” Scotty warned the dog. Scotty threw the bone again and Randy chased after it on all fours with far greater speed this time. He retrieved it in his mouth and quickly crawled back to drop it in his Master’s open palm. “Much better, faggot,” Scotty praised, and then threw it again.

Randy again went after it, noticing that Scotty had thrown it further into the yard than last time. With the minimal light, Randy had to search around before he found it, bent down, picked it up in his mouth with a squeak and then scurried back to return it to his Master.

This went on for a good ten minutes, each time Scotty tossing it further out, making Randy work up a sweat from the exertion of fetching the toy bone as he tried to crawl on all fours as quickly as possible. The two boys sat and drank their beers and watched the faggot play fetch like the dog he was.

When Randy brought the bone back again, he was breathing heavily, the sweat dripping off his body. Rather than taking the bone from the fag’s mouth, Mark told their dog to crawl into the kitchen and get them two more beers. It was implied that Randy should carry the dog bone in his mouth for the trip.

Without any thought to resist, Randy crawled away, across the patio, through the garage and into the kitchen. He hadn’t even thought about taking the bone out of his mouth or standing up, once he was out of sight of the two boys. If Randy was being honest with himself, he was hoping that this night of humiliation would at least allow him another chance to suck both his Masters’ cocks and lick their asses. This admission to himself caused his big cock to get rock hard again. What was wrong with him? How could he have been transformed into a bitch for these two boys in the matter of days? Unless he’d secretly had these feelings before and just never admitted it to himself.

He tried to shake his head to make those thoughts go away and instead focus at his task at hand. He crawled across the kitchen floor, naked, collared, bone in mouth, and retrieved two more beers. He realized that he couldn’t carry the two beers and crawl at the same time and he didn’t figure that Scotty would accept that as an excuse for him to stand up. So instead, he grabbed a kitchen towel and wrapped the two beers in it and stuffed the ends of the towel in his mouth along with the bone. He turned and hurried out of the kitchen to head back to the boys, relieved that Chris hadn’t picked that moment to go to the kitchen for a glass of water or something.

Randy crawled back across the patio and saw his two Masters sitting in their chairs with their backs to him. They were talking and laughing, but stopped once they heard Randy return. Randy got to Scotty’s chair and dropped the towel with the beers, managing to not lose the bone at the same time. But the toy bone did fall from his mouth when he looked up and saw that Scotty and Mark both had their dicks out of their shorts and were stroking them, both cocks rock hard.

“That’s a good boy. And good boys get treats,” Scotty said, waving his hard dick in Randy’s face, “We figured you’d prefer our bones to the toy one you’d been playing with. Now beg for them, doggy, let’s hear how bad you want these big dicks in your mouth.”