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

Scotty woke up from a dream where he had been getting a blowjob from Chris. As he opened his eyes, feeling his cock throbbing from the lingering image of Chris on his knees between his legs, he was reminded that he was in bed with Randy on one side of him and Mark on the other. The three had come back into the house after Randy’s punishment in the front yard and gone straight to Randy’s bedroom, seeing that Darren’s door was closed and knowing that Chris was in there with him. They all climbed into Randy’s bed and quickly fell to sleep after all the fun they’d had through the course of the day and night. At least it had been fun for Scotty and Mark.

As Scotty lay in bed, stroking his dick at the thought of making Chris his cocksucker, he heard noises from next door and the sound of Darren’s bedroom door opening. Scotty knew it could only be one of two people. If it was Darren, Scotty could use the faggot to get his aching dick off. If it was Chris, Scotty could talk to him about his idea to have Darren go back home with him for the week.

When Scotty stepped into the hall, he saw the bathroom door open and walked over to it. Chris was standing there naked in front of the toilet, his hard dick in his hand, obviously waiting to piss. Scotty recalled the feeling in the dream of Chris’ mouth wrapped around his dick, and he was more determined than ever to make that dream a reality.

“Enjoy your night with Darren?” Scotty asked, standing in the bathroom door openly staring at Chris and taking in the sight of his sexy ass and even appreciating his big cock.

Chris didn’t act a bit surprised as he glanced over and saw Scotty watching him will his hardon to subside so he could piss. “Yeah, he did a good job tonight.”

“It was especially hot making him suck us all off,” Scotty reached down and absently stroked his already hard dick.

“Tonight was a big step for him in his training,” Chris admitted, noticing Scotty fondling his junk, “Which reminds me that we need to discuss how you use my fag going forward.”

Scotty enjoyed how Chris thought of Darren as His fag, although the younger boy didn’t intend that to last much longer and planned to own both Darren and Randy within the week, “Oh yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Scotty started without letting Chris finish, “I was thinking that Darren could come back home with me for the week when my mom comes to pick me up later today. And then you and Randy could bring Mark to pick us up and we could all go camping next weekend.”

Chris had to admit he was impressed with the cockiness of the young kid. But the boy needed to be taught how to respect other people’s property. “So you want to borrow my faggot for a whole week?”

“Yeah, I figured I could help with his training and introduce him to my other fag back home. He’d probably enjoy having another bitch to talk to and help him accept what it means to be a fag.” Scotty said, hoping to sound sincere about his desire to help Darren become a better faggot. Really he just wanted the opportunity to show the little bitch who his true Master was.

“I’ll consider it, but we need to get a couple things straight first,” Chris said, turning to face Scotty, giving up on trying to piss for the moment, “You need to be taught how to take better care of my things, kid. I didn’t appreciate you pissing on Darren, after I was nice enough to loan him to you. I assumed we were both clear that you only had my permission to have him suck your cock.”

Scotty sighed, his frustration evident, “Look dude, we already talked about this and I thought we were cool.”

“We did talk about it, but at the time I hadn’t thought of an appropriate punishment,” Chris explained, “But now I think I have. Get in the bathtub.”

“What?” Scotty asked, honestly unsure what he meant.

“A fag is very fragile, especially one like Darren. I have very clear boundaries around sharing my property and one of them is that he should never be humiliated and used in ways he is not ready, unless I am there to ensure his safety and care for him after.” Chris sounded very much like the natural alpha he was, “If you want to have another chance to use my faggot, you need to accept your punishment and then pay the price. Nothing comes for free.“

“Okay man, I get it.” Scotty assured Chris, “But why do you want me to get in the tub?”

“So that you can experience first hand the humiliation you subjected Darren to before he was ready,” Chris stated, as if it should have been obvious to Scotty without requiring an explanation.

“No fucking way, dude,” Scotty protested, “You aren’t gonna piss on me.”

“It’s your choice, kid,” Chris admitted, “But if you don’t want to accept that punishment, then you won’t get my permission to use Darren again.”

Scotty felt a little less sure of himself, having expected Chris to quickly agree to his own plan. Scotty struggled with what to do.

“You better decide quickly,” Chris said, turning to aim his softening cock into the toilet, “Once I start pissing, the decision will be made for you.”

“Fine,” Scotty conceded and climbed into the tub, “But just know that I’ve never let ANYONE do something like this to me before.”

“I can believe that,” Chris turned to Scotty, his dick back to its full hardness having the cocky boy agree to accept his punishment, “Now lay down.”

Mark was sound asleep when Scotty crawled out of the bed. Since Scotty had been in the middle, he had to maneuver himself from under the covers and crawl down the bed to get out. Even though Scotty had tried to be quiet, the movement roused Mark out of his sleep.

Once Scotty was out of the room, Mark scooted over in bed so that he was next to the sleeping faggot, Randy. Randy was lying on his stomach and was snoring softly, apparently worn out from his exertions that night. Mark heard Scotty and Chris talking down the hall, and figured he had at least a few minutes alone with the faggot.

Still under the covers, Mark climbed up on Randy’s back using his own legs to spread the fag’s apart. He reached down and grabbed the fag’s nuts, before wrapping an arm around the fag’s neck and laying down flat on top of the bitch. Mark now had the cunt by the balls in one hand and covered his mouth with the other.

“Wake up, faggot, your Master is horny,” Mark whispered into Randy’s ear, “Scotty and Chris are just outside the bedroom, so try not to make a sound unless you want them to hear and come see what all the noise is about.”

At first, Randy thought he was having a dream. Once he heard Mark’s words and felt the boy’s grip on his nuts as he held him in a chokehold, he knew he was awake. The last thing Randy wanted was to have Chris find out anything about what the two young boys had been doing to him, so he lay there waiting to see what Mark would do next.

“Good bitch,” Mark said softly, feeling the fag’s body relax under him, signaling that he wasn’t going to try to fight, “I know you secretly love everything that we’ve done to you so far, and it’s only the beginning. I’ve been waiting all night to get you alone again, so you can see who’s your true Master.”

“Please Mark,” Randy started to protest quietly, “Scotty will probably be back any minute.”

Mark cut him off with a firm tug on his nuts, “All you need to be concerned about right now is being a good faggot and remembering that I’m your Master. I’ve had my suspicions about you, seeing how you fawn all over my brother and watching you shake your faggot ass when you walk. Now I’m going to do what I should have done years ago.”

Randy felt Mark let go of his nuts, which was a huge relief as the boy was starting to squeeze them painfully. Mark brought that same hand up to Randy’s face and held it under his mouth, “Spit, faggot.” was Mark’s next order and Randy spat into the boy’s hand. Mark lifted himself up off Randy’s back slightly and moved the spit filled hand down between Randy’s legs. As Mark did this, Randy felt his own dog tags dangling against his back. For some reason, the fact that Mark was now wearing his dog tags caused Randy to sink into that submissive headspace he’d found himself in earlier with Mark.

Still holding the bitch firmly by the neck, Mark rubbed the spit all over the fag’s asshole, and then slathered his rock hard cock with what remained in his hand. He pressed his body back down against the faggot and slid a spit slicked finger into the pussy. As he fingered the faggot, he felt how tight he was, “You want me to use more spit, bitch?” He kindly offered, as he listened to the faggot trying not to moan.

Randy found himself actually enjoying the feel of his young Master lying on top of him. When Mark offered to use more spit before he continued fingering his hole, Randy nodded and mumbled, “Yes please, Master.” He felt Mark’s finger withdraw from his hole and that same hand was brought back up to Randy’s face. He opened his mouth to spit into the boy’s hand again, but instead Mark shoved a finger into Randy’s open mouth. The taste of the finger in his mouth was bitter and slightly tangy and he felt his dick harden underneath him, pressing against the bed.

“How’s your cunt taste, faggot?” Mark asked him, confirming what Randy had already figured out.

Mark withdrew the finger from Randy’s mouth and told him to spit again, which he did, trying to provide Mark as much saliva as he could since Randy knew that it would only make the finger fucking that much less painful. Mark forced his legs between Randy’s and pressed out, causing Randy to spread his legs and lift his ass slightly. Once Mark had smeared the fresh quantity of spit all over his ass, Randy tried to relax while waiting for a finger to enter him again. He wasn’t prepared when Mark quickly shoved his dick in.

Mark felt his cockhead punch through the opening of the faggot’s pussy and he kept going until he’d buried the entire length of his cock into the faggot, the hole gripping his dick the entire way. It happened so quickly that the faggot didn’t think to resist until it was too late and Mark’s cock was firmly in his cunt.

Randy turned his face into the pillow and muffled a scream as Mark rammed his dick into his ass. He hadn’t expected it and once he felt Mark ram his dick into his ass, the pain was so intense that Randy couldn’t breath or move.

“Fuck bitch, your pussy is tighter than I even imagined,” Mark whispered, “Now I’m gonna leave my dick there for you to get use to it a little before I start to fuck you.”

Randy just nodded, his eyes closed tight and his brain now shutoff to any thought other than the feel of his young Master’s cock in his pussy. Any part of him that thought to resist what was happening was pushed to the back of his consciousness, as he submitted to the intense feeling of being dominated so completely by his best friend’s little brother.

Surprised that the bitch hadn’t tried to push him off at all, Mark slowly withdrew his cock a few inches before pressing it back into the faggot. He could feel how tight the fag’s pussy gripped his cock and knew that it must hurt, but he was pleased that the fag lay there and willingly accepted his place. Mark chuckled when the faggot even raised his ass to give Mark better access to fuck him deeper.

“Good faggot,” Randy heard Mark whisper to him, and he involuntarily moaned at the feeling that coursed through his body. The motion of Mark pumping into Randy’s ass was causing his dick to rub against the bed. Randy found himself lifting his hips up to meet Mark’s thrusts into his ass and then down on Mark’s back stroke, pressing his own leaking dick against the mattress. The friction on his dick helped to lessen the painful friction in his ass. In fact, after a few minutes, the feel of Mark’s cock sawing in and out of him actually started to feel good as it rubbed against this one spot inside his ass.

The pussy wrapped around his cock felt incredible. And he could tell Randy was getting into it by the way he was moving his ass on Mark’s dick. Just then he heard a loud howl, that sounded like Chris, come from somewhere in the house. He wanted the fuck to last forever, but Mark knew they didn’t have much more time left to themselves. So he increased the pace of his thrusts, intent on being the first to seed the faggot’s cunt.

Scotty found himself in the bathtub looking up at Chris standing above him. From this vantage point, Scotty saw just how much of a man Chris really was, his built chest covered in hair, arms bulging as he held his big cock in both hands aiming it down toward Scotty.

“Fuck this,” Scotty started to protest and get up, but Chris pushed him back down with one foot planted on his chest.

“This will stay between us,” Chris said in a stern voice, “But you are going to take your punishment and learn who’s in charge here.”

“Come on, man,” Scotty tried to reason with him, “I’ve learned my lesson, I’ll play by your rules.”

“Damn right you’ll play by my rules,” Chris agreed, “But I don’t believe that you’ve really learned your lesson, although you’re about to.”

“Seriously, dude, I get it, I promise,” Scotty’s words were cut short as a spray of piss hit him directly in the face and started to fill his open mouth. He spit out the piss, quickly closing his eyes and clamping his mouth shut as he turned his head. Unable to see, and with Chris’ foot still pressed against his chest, Scotty felt the hot piss soaking his hair before moving down his body, coating his chest, crotch and legs. Some piss had gotten up his nose and so now all he could smell and taste was Chris’ urine.

Watching the cocky kid getting hosed down in his piss was incredibly satisfying, since Chris knew that the boy had never had anyone treat him like this. He imagined the humiliation the kid must be feeling at this moment was overwhelming him, as he just lay there and stopped resisting the moment Chris started to piss in his face and aimed his stream into the kid’s open mouth.

It felt like the piss was burning his skin, as Scotty resigned himself to what was happening, understanding that it would be worth it to get Darren to himself for the week. The things he had planned for Darren would pale in comparison to this, so it seemed like a small price to pay to get the chance to turn the tables on Chris. He hadn’t even noticed when the pissing stopped, but he was brought back to reality when he heard Chris order him to get up on his knees.

It took a moment for Scotty to register that he’d heard Chris, but before Chris had to repeat himself he saw Scotty open his eyes and get himself up on his knees facing Chris. The boy couldn’t bring himself to look up at Chris, which was understandable. Chris was determined to reinforce that while Scotty may be above Darren, he was not the one running things. Chris grabbed Scotty by his piss soaked hair and pulled his head back so that they were making eye contact.

“We aren’t quite done yet, boy,” Chris saw Scotty flinch at being called boy. Chris took his hand off his cock and stuck his thumb in Scotty’s mouth, “Open your mouth and don’t even think about biting me.”

Having Chris pulling his hair like Scotty was a bitch and then being called boy, cracked Scotty’s confidence a little and he looked up at Chris seeing him for the alpha male he truly was. Scotty wasn’t afraid of Chris, but he couldn’t stop himself from respecting him at that moment. It was hard for him to deny that he’d just been dominated by this man, considering Chris’ piss was dripping from Scotty’s body and the man now had him firmly by the hair with a thumb jammed in his mouth. Without knowing what to expect, Scotty’s mouth slowly opened.

“Good boy,” Chris said, watching the expression on Scotty’s face quickly change from open defiance to acceptance. As the boy’s mouth opened, Chris withdrew his thumb and placed the head of his dick on his tongue, “Your punishment is almost done, boy, so just finish taking it and swallow.”

It was as if Scotty was watching from across the room, detaching himself from his physical body, until this was all over. It made it easier to accept when Chris’ dick was resting on his tongue. Then he registered the foul taste of Chris’ piss splashing on his tongue as it flowed to the back of his throat and it was almost more than he could handle, but somehow he held still. His reflexes kicked in as his mouth became full of Chris’ piss and he wrapped his lips around the cock in his mouth and swallowed involuntarily. Thankfully, he only had to endure two mouthfuls of piss before Chris’ bladder was drained. Scotty began to relax, feeling like the worst was behind him.

“I’m proud of you, Scotty, for accepting your punishment like a man.” Chris was being sincere, despite the fact that he still had a firm grip of Scotty’s damp hair and his dick was still resting on the boy’s tongue.

“Now, I’m happy to let you have Darren for the week, as long as you remember that he’s not yours. He’s mine and you’ll only use him how I permit.” Chris again explained before sharing with him the rest of the deal they’d be striking, “And I feel like I’m setting a fair price for you to borrow my cocksucker for so many days. All I need is for you to be my cocksucker once in return.”

It took all Scotty’s will power not to spit out Chris’ dick or better yet, bite down. But he accepted he’d been played. He’d assumed that letting Chris piss on him and even making him swallow his piss was all he needed to do, but Chris had never actually said that was the deal. Scotty had been the fool to be so easily tricked. He could tell Chris to fuck off and lose his chance to get Darren for a week, but that would mean that what he’d just endured would have been for nothing. Scotty felt the better choice would be to let Chris think he’d won, and then the revenge would be that much sweeter when Chris was made to realize that he was the bigger fool for trusting Scotty to begin with.

The feel of Scotty’s mouth close around Chris’ cock was the answer Chris had been hoping for. He let go of Scotty’s hair and instead used both hands to grab him by the ears. He wasn’t going to make this a slow and easy blowjob, he was going to literally pound this lesson into Scotty’s head.

The only way that Scotty endured the face fuck was by thinking of all the humiliating things he was going to do to Darren. That and watching Chris’ muscular ass in the mirror above the bathroom sink and imagining fucking that ass harder than Chris was fucking his face right now. He’d gotten enough blowjobs to know to keep his teeth out of the way and seal his lips around the dick in his mouth and create suction. If he was going to suck Chris’ dick, he wanted to do as good a job as possible to get the guy to cum fast and end the torment. Based on the speed of Chris pumping his dick in and out of Scotty’s mouth, he wasn’t looking for a long drawn out blowjob either. It was clear that he was going to enjoy fucking Scotty’s mouth just long enough to dump his load into it. That was the part that Scotty was dreading the most, the moment when he’d feel a man cum in his mouth.

Chris was so incredibly turned on by Scotty’s submission that he knew he couldn’t last long. Seeing the kid kneeling there, with Chris’ piss drying on his skin, and his lips wrapped around cock, was hot. Part of what Chris liked about Darren was how she seemed so eager to please and be used by Chris. But he felt power knowing that Scotty would have normally fought to his dying breath before letting anyone make him a cocksucker, yet here he was willingly choking on Chris’ fat dick.

Scotty knelt there in a trance, a dick slamming the back of his throat repeatedly, balls slapping his chin, his forehead pressed against Chris’ hard flat stomach, held in place by his ears, the steady rhythm increasing, until Scotty felt the cock yanked from his mouth, only to be replaced by one of Chris hands gripping him at the back of the head and wedging a thumb into his mouth to keep it open. Scotty looked up at Chris seeing an expression of pure lust on his face, the muscles in his arms and chest bulging, frantically pumping his cock just inches from Scotty’s face and open mouth.

Time seemed to stand still, as Chris froze in place, just before his cock exploded and sprayed cum all over Scotty. His dick kept spitting up more cum and it seemed to go everywhere. Some went in Scotty’s hair, some landed on his nose and cheeks, but a good amount shot into Scotty’s open mouth and lay soaking on his tongue. Chris howled as his entire body seemed to experience the orgasm that drained his nuts all over Scotty. Once his balls weren’t firing cum anymore, he absently began to use his cock to scoop cum off the boy’s cheeks and feed it into his mouth, before his dick became far too sensitive.

“Okay boy, swallow my cum,” Chris gave the final order, “That should go without saying.”

Until now, Scotty had felt like he still had the upper hand. He’d get a week with Darren all to himself, without Chris there to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to the faggot. It seemed like Scotty was getting the better part of the deal, but he hadn’t thought through what it would mean once he swallowed Chris’ cum. That would be something that Chris could forever hold over him, the fact that only one of them had eaten the others cum.

“Don’t test me, boy,” Chris warned Scotty, “The agreement was that you’d be my cocksucker, and we both know that cocksuckers always swallow the cum that they earn.”

Scotty closed his lips, feeling cum dripping off his chin and onto his chest. The cum on his tongue started to slide back to his throat on its own, so he quickly swallowed to get it over with. As he felt the warm dick slime sliding down his throat, he thought he might vomit, but he didn’t want to give Chris that satisfaction. Instead, he swallowed again to try to get as much of that vile taste out of his mouth, and then looked up at Chris and opened his mouth.

“Good boy,” Chris said in a condescending tone, as he lightly slapped Scotty on the cheek, “You certainly earned the faggot for a week. Just remember what I said, everything but his mouth is off limits.”

“I remember,” Scotty softy confirmed, “and don’t worry, his mouth is the only thing that will be put to use.”

“Good, I’m glad we understand each other now,” Chris said as he helped Scotty get to his feet and step out of the tub, “Now come on, let’s get back to bed.”

Scotty reached for a towel and Chris pushed his hand away and led him to the bathroom door, “You don’t need to clean up, I like the idea of you getting my piss and cum all over Randy’s pillows and sheets.”

Randy was certain that just a moment ago he heard Chris howling out in pleasure and he had to wonder what Darren must have done to elicit such a reaction from his best friend. He’d heard that same sound many times before when he and Chris would fuck girls in high school when they lived up north. They’d often go on double dates to the drive-in, and end up having sex in the back of Chris’ VW Bus. Thinking back to those days, while Chris’ little brother was drilling Randy’s ass, caused a new shame to overwhelm him. What would Chris think if he found out that not only was Randy secretly into sucking cock and apparently getting fucked in the ass, but that it was Mark’s cock that he was taking.

He struggled internally with these thoughts and feelings, while at the same time struggling not to scream and moan from the increased pace of his boy Master fucking his ass. Randy felt confused by his body’s reaction to getting fucked for the first time, his dick was rock hard and ready to explode and so he couldn’t deny that it didn’t feel good in some way. But the harder part to accept was how his mind went crazy when Mark had told him he was a good faggot, but crazy in a good way, like he wanted to earn the boy’s praise. This same boy who seemed to be growing up to follow in his older brother’s footsteps, both naturally dominant and meant to be in charge. Randy remembered how it had felt to submit to Chris earlier, although that was under the pretense of losing a bet and being made to kiss his buddy’s ass. But Randy had gone much farther than kiss it. Now as Chris’ brother was fucking him, he wondered what it would feel like to submit to Chris like this.

With this thought just crossing his mind, he could feel his dick getting closer and closer to exploding each time Mark would shove his cock into him and rub Randy’s dick against the bed. He thought that Mark was probably close too, based on the short quick strokes into his ass that had replaced the initial long slow strokes. And just as he was pushed to the brink of orgasm, Randy heard voices approaching his open bedroom door.

The faggot was moaning beneath him and Mark was enjoying how Randy was eagerly lifting his ass to take more dick. And he was more than happy to give it to him, as he felt his balls start to tighten up. But before he could dump his load into the faggot’s ass and christen it as his cumhole, he heard his brother and Scotty coming back toward the bedroom. Frustrated, he quickly rolled onto his side, pulling the faggot with him, leaving his dick still buried in the fag’s cunt. Now they were both facing the bedroom door, with the covers pulled up to them, making it appear that they were just sleeping close together.

Randy subconsciously pressed his ass back against Mark to get his cock deeper into his hole, when they saw shadows in the bedroom doorway.

“You boys awake?” Randy heard Chris ask from the door, at the same moment that Mark thrust forward and buried his cock deep in Randy’s ass. That finally stroke in his hole was enough to cause Randy’s dick to spasm as his balls emptied, spraying the sheets and covers in a huge load of cum. Randy closed his eyes, as he had his load fucked out of him by Mark, with Chris standing there watching and unaware.

“Hey bro, sounds like you just finished up with the faggot,” Mark responded, referring to the younger fag, as he felt the older fag’s cunt spasm around his dick and realized the bitch must just have shot a load. The feeling of the fag’s pussy milking his dick and knowing he just made the fag cum from fucking him, pushed Mark over the edge himself and he felt his cum fire deep into the faggot. Now both Mark and Randy were doing their best to hold back the moans that were trying desperately to escape their throats.

“You could say that,” Chris said with a chuckle, not noticing anything odd with his brother and best friend in the bed. He reached behind him and drew Scotty from the hallway and pulled the boy forward into the bedroom.

The room was thankfully dark, so Mark could only see that it was Scotty who entered the bedroom and quickly went around to the other side of the bed and crawled in under the covers. Mark’s cock continued to empty its load into the faggot and he just rode out the pleasure of both the orgasm and the knowledge that Randy was his now. That he’d been the first to break in the fag’s pussy. Mark looked over his shoulder and saw that Scotty was lying on his side, with his back to them, seeming to not either notice or care that Mark had taken his spot in the middle of the bed.

“Randy, buddy, I’m gonna need you to convince your mom and aunt to let Darren go up to stay at Scotty’s for the week,” Chris told his friend.

Randy couldn’t find his voice or think of any words even if he could speak. His dick was still dripping cum and he was still riding the high of his orgasm just a moment ago. But what really had him at a loss for words was that Mark’s dick was throbbing in his hole and he could feel the heat of the boy’s cum as it shot deep into his guts. He grappled with the realization that Mark had just dumped his load in his ass. While Chris stood in the bedroom door talking to them, Mark had secretly fucked a load out of Randy, before cumming up Randy’s ass.

“You awake, Randy?” Chris asked, stepping into the room to approach the bed and check to see if his friend was asleep.

“Oh, what?” Randy frantically responded, desperate for Chris not to get close enough to smell the fresh cum pooled on the sheets in front of him, “Sorry dude, just woke up.”

“Ah, well, before I go back to bed, I just wanted to tell you that Darren is going to stay with Scotty for the week and you should talk to your mom about it.” Chris repeated himself, “I promised Scotty that he could have him for the week and then we can all go camping next weekend. Scotty and I came to an understanding. Just make sure your mom goes along with the idea and then you and I can work out the details. I know the perfect place we can camp. Alright bud, I’m going back to sleep.”

Randy decided to not press his luck and just let the matter drop, despite his concerns with leaving Darren alone with Scotty for a week. He could deal with that in the morning. For now at least, he was just relieved that Chris hadn’t discovered Randy lying in a puddle of his own cum, with Mark’s dick still stuffed up his cum-filled ass.

Mark slipped one arm under Randy’s neck and the other around his chest and drew the faggot close to him, taking that opportunity to thrust his dick deeper into the fag’s pussy and ensure his dick stayed in his ass as long as possible. He wanted to keep the bitch plugged with cock so that the cum didn’t leak out.

Despite how sore his ass was, Randy couldn’t stop himself from moaning when Mark pulled him against him and further onto his dick. When Mark whispered in his ear, Randy’s ass clenched, “You’re my bitch now. Let’s get some sleep, faggot, and you can absorb my baby batter in your pussy. Everyone’ll know you’re my slut once I get you pregnant.”