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
• Pablo – Uncle of family next door to Randy and Darren
• Steve – Scotty’s best friend
• Brian – Scotty’s friend
• Paul – Scotty’s friend
• Craig – Steve’s older brother
• Matty – Craig’s faggot
• Alejandro – Pablo’s nephew and neighbor to Randy and Darren

It was just before 7am on Tuesday and Randy found himself kneeling in his backyard, waiting by the fence as ordered by his neighbor. Just yesterday, he’d been in this same position, taking his neighbor’s uncut cock for the first time, through a hole in the fence. Once his neighbor had fed him a load of cum, the man had told Randy to be in the same spot the next morning ready to suck more dick. He’d said he might bring along a few co-workers to sample Randy’s cocksucking skills.

Randy was nervous to be exposing himself as a cocksucker to strangers, but what choice did he have. His neighbor had seen him getting used by Scotty and Mark a few nights ago and the last thing he wanted was the neighbor to tell his mom, or worse, tell men in the neighborhood. The more the fear of being exposed sunk in, the more Randy realized how wrong it was to be having sex with his younger cousin and best friend’s little brother, not to mention his own little brother. But it wasn’t like he had asked for it or forced himself on them, it was actually quite the opposite. The two sadistic boys were the ones making him do things. He had to somehow find a way to convince Mark to leave him alone. Scotty was less of a problem, since his cousin didn’t live in the same city and wasn’t around like Mark was regularly to torment him.

Randy had set his alarm to wake himself up this morning, not wanting to be late and risk pissing off his neighbor. When the alarm went off, Randy instinctively reached down to his morning wood and began stroking. As he lay in bed, he turned his head and breathed in the distinct smell of cum and piss off his pillow. It had been there since the other night when Mark and Scotty had slept with him in his bed and he assumed it must have been the smell of the two boys’ piss and cum that they’d coated him in. If Randy had known it was actually Chris’ piss and cum, the fluids that Scotty had been forced to wear to bed the night Chris had punished the younger boy, Randy probably would have cum without having to touch his dick at all.

What did make Randy nearly shoot his load was the smell coming off of Chris’ underwear that Randy had pressed to his face once he woke up. Mark had allowed him to take the underwear home from Chris’ apartment yesterday, after fucking Randy in Chris’ bed. The underwear were mostly caked with his own cum, Mark had used them to clean off the load Randy had shot while getting fucked, but Randy had found a skidmark left by Chris in the back of the briefs. That was the spot he sniffed at, desperate to smell his friend’s ass again. Randy pressed the back of the underwear to his nose and remembered how he’d cum yesterday just from the intensity of getting fucked by Mark while fantasizing about it being Chris in Mark’s place.

After Mark had fucked him a second time yesterday in Randy’s truck, he’d felt so confused when he got home. Confused by his growing desire for his best friend Chris and how he was submitting to Mark’s commands with less and less resistance. It was almost as if Randy would think about Chris in order to make it easier to submit to Chris’ little brother. As he sat on the toilet and pushed two loads of his young Master’s cum from his ass, he wondered what it would feel like to have his best friend dump a load inside him. He showered afterwards, cleaning the piss and cum from his body, but the humiliation was impossible to wash away.

The sound of voices brought Randy back to the moment; him kneeling in the backyard, ready to suck any cock put through the hole in the fence. Men were speaking in Spanish as they approached and Randy could see three crotches standing in his neighbor’s yard on the other side of the fence.

“Good puta, waiting like an obedient dog,” Randy recognized his neighbor when the man spoke, “I was a little worried you wouldn’t be here and that you’d embarrass me in front of my amigos after I talked you up to them. I told several of my coworkers about the cocksucker I have living next door and they are all eager to meet you.”

His neighbor then spoke more in Spanish to the other two men with him and sooner than Randy expected, one of the men stepped up to the hole in the fence and began to undo his pants. Randy watched silently as the man reached into his underwear and pulled out a good-sized uncut cock and pressed it through the hole.

“You know what to do whore,” Randy heard his neighbor order, “Take care of my coworker. Show him how much you love uncut cock.”

Randy leant forward and closed his eyes. As his mouth engulfed the soft dick, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that this was the second uncut cock he had sucked in his life. As it began to harden in his mouth, he then realized that this was the fourth cock he was tasting in less than a week, when he was first introduced to his new life as a faggot.

The flavor of the uncut cock made his mouth water. Randy’s tongue was flooded with an even stronger more pungent taste as the dick hardened in his mouth, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the head of the man’s dick. Randy instinctively used his tongue to swab around the glans, cleaning up small globs of built up dick slime, what Randy could only assume was a combination of precum and piss that had been trapped under the foreskin. The moans coming from the other side of the fence made it clear that the man was thoroughly enjoying Randy cleaning his dick.

Once fully hard, the man began to thrust his hips and pump his cock between Randy’s lips. The cock filled Randy’s mouth and kept hitting the back of his throat, so Randy pulled back a little to keep himself from gagging. The man seemed satisfied with the mouth and didn’t insist on fucking his cock down Randy’s throat. As the pace of the dick sliding between his lips quickened, Randy did his best to not move and just continue to apply the right pressure and suction. Within a few more minutes, the man groaned and shoved his dick deeper into Randy’s mouth, his crotch pressed flat against the fence. The uncut cock expanded in his mouth noticeably, before firing off ropes of thick cum, painting Randy’s tongue with seed and filling his mouth quickly. Randy swallowed the first mouthful, but more cum spewed from the cock still fucking his face. By the time the dick stopped spurting and rested on his tongue, Randy had a second mouthful of cum to swallow down.

The man stepped back, withdrawing his cock from Randy’s mouth and pulling it through the hole in the fence. Randy watched as the man stuffed his dick into his pants and heard him exchanging words in Spanish with Randy’s neighbor. The only word that Randy recognized was “Gracias”. It struck Randy that he had just sucked the cock of a complete stranger and that he had no idea what the man looked like beyond his uncut dick.

This thought barely had time to register in his mind before the next man stepped up. A hand stuffed something through the hole in the fence, “Strip and put these on, puta,” the new man ordered, “I like my whores to be dressed appropriately as they suck on my cock.”

Randy took the item held out to him and saw it was a red thong, “Hurry up, faggot,” the new man continued, “When my uncle told me we had a cocksucker living next door, I started thinking about all the fun we can have together. I even brought you something of my sister’s to wear, so you could look the part of my whore.”

Darren followed Scotty down the hallway of the apartment complex like a lost puppy. This was for two reasons. One, because he didn’t know the way from Scotty’s apartment to Steve’s apartment, so he needed Scotty to lead him. Two, because Darren was wearing a dog collar attached to the leash Scotty was leading him by, dragging Darren along the few times the boy had stopped out of embarrassment when he heard other people coming. Those people, when they saw Darren being walked on a leash, either ignored the two boys thinking they were just having some fun or would laugh at the sight of the young little fag being walked like a dog.

It was the latter group that Darren kept trying to avoid when Scotty would have to tug hard on the leash and speak firmly to Darren. “Don’t stop bitch”, “Keep walking faggot” or “Come along cocksucker” were all phrases Scotty had shouted at Darren when he’d try to keep from being seen by others in the halls. But the one that really scared Darren and ensured his obedience was Scotty’s threat to strip him naked and make him crawl the rest of the way to Steve’s apartment, where they were headed to finish up the fag games from yesterday.

As he reluctantly followed Scotty, feeling grateful to at least be allowed clothes, Darren’s mind wandered to the night before. His aunt had come home from work and offered to take Scotty and Darren out for pizza. Scotty’s mom told the boys to go get ready and Darren hurried off to the shower, eager to wash off the piss and cum coating his body before his aunt smelled it on him. But before he could close the bathroom door, Scotty slipped inside and closed and locked the door behind him. Instead of allowing Darren to shower, he made the faggot strip and kneel in the tub again so that he could get a fresh marking of Scotty’s piss. Darren was anxious for the rest of the night, worried that his aunt would smell what a faggot he was. Scotty even took Darren into a bathroom stall at the pizza parlor and made him drink his warm piss straight from Scotty’s dick.

When they got home, Scotty immediately took Darren to the bedroom. The minute his bedroom door was closed, he ordered Darren to strip and made the fag suck his dick all night while Scotty played video games. When it was time for bed, Scotty took a piss in Darren’s mouth again and then made him suck his cock and swallowed another load of cum. Once Scotty had shot his wad, he kicked Darren out of the bed and made him sleep on the floor. He was nice enough to at least toss him a single pillow to sleep with.

Darren was literally yanked back to reality by the leash clipped to the collar around his neck. He looked for Scotty and saw he’d stopped a few steps back and had tugged the leash in order to get the fag to heel.

“Strip,” Scotty ordered once he had the fag’s attention.

“But I thought you said that as long as I obeyed and followed you to Steve’s on the leash that I didn’t have to be naked,” Darren asked, confused as to why he was being punished.

“But now we’re here, and you can’t be wearing clothes inside,” Scotty said, sounding annoyed that he had to explain something so obvious. He gestured toward the door he was standing in front of, apparently for the apartment that Steve and his older brother Craig shared, “So hurry the fuck up and get naked, faggot.”

Feeling completely helpless at this point, after so many days of abuse at his cousin’s hands, Darren kicked off his flip flops, unbuttoned and removed first his shirt, then his shorts and finally his underwear. Now he was standing in an apartment complex hallway, nude except for the black dog collar around his neck.

“Good faggot,” Scotty praised and then tugged the leash while giving another command, “Down.”

Darren dropped to all fours and waited obediently to be let in the apartment. It seemed like forever before Scotty finally knocked on the door and even longer for it to open. Just before anyone came to the door though, Darren’s heart stopped when he heard someone coming down the hall. He was too embarrassed to look, so he just remained there on all fours fully exposed, staring straight ahead at the closed door in front of him, willing it to open.

“Hey dude, taking your fag for a walk?” Darren was relieved to hear Brian’s familiar voice. At least it was someone who already knew he was a faggot.

“That’s awesome! Why the hell doesn’t Matty have a collar and leash?” Paul asked when he saw the new faggot kneeling there like a good dog, as the two boys walked up to the apartment door, also there to finish the competition they’d all started yesterday.

“Because Craig’s in love with his bitch and doesn’t like to humiliate him the way a fag should be,” Scotty responded. Just as the words were leaving Scotty’s lips, the apartment door opened.

“That’s the difference between us, kid, I’m man enough to not feel the need to degrade Matty. He and I know both know our positions and enjoy them.”

Darren looked up to see who was attached to the deep voice that spoke those words. What he saw was a bigger and older version of Steve.

“Sorry Craig, I was only teasing,” Scotty said timidly. Darren looked between the two and was surprised to see how nervous Scotty was to have been caught talking bad about Steve’s older brother, Craig.

“Get in here before the neighbors see,” Craig ordered and stepped aside to let them all in. Then looking directly at Scotty, “What are you stupid? Do you want someone to tell that there was a naked kid in front of our apartment wearing a dog collar and leash?”

Scotty didn’t say anything as he entered and led Darren in behind. The other two boys followed, each acknowledging Craig with a ‘what up dude’ and hi-five. Darren kept staring at Craig, who was even more handsome than Steve, if that was possible. Both brothers had the same color hair and eyes, a deep brown, but Craig was obviously the older and bigger brother as he was several inches taller and his body was even more muscular than Steve.

“I assume this is your cousin,” Craig said, as he squatted down in front of Darren and ruffled his hair, “How you doing, boy? Matty told me about you, said you seemed like a good boy.”

Darren couldn’t form words, being so close to such a beautiful man who was showing him affection. Before Darren could respond, Matty and Steve came into the livingroom.

“Anyone eager to continue our little competition?” Steve asked, standing there in just a pair of basketball shorts, showing off his beautiful hairy chest.

Matty was wearing nothing but a blue thong, his smooth trim body accentuated by the little bit of fabric covering his substantial bulge in front. Matty walked over to Craig and got down on his knees next to Darren and smiled at the boy, before giving Darren a kiss on the cheek and a pat on his bare butt. Craig leaned forward and gave Matty a kiss full on the lips. Darren was so close that he could see tongues flicking back and forth during the kiss.

“Our parents left yesterday for a week long trip, so we have the apartment to ourselves,” Steve continued, “We can finish up the fag competition without any interruptions.”

“My brother told me about the games yesterday,” Craig said, as he stood up, with both Matty and Darren at his feet. He stood between them and reached down and placed a hand on the side of each fag’s head and pressed them against his legs, “I have to say I’m sorry to have missed them. Matty said they were a lot of fun.”

Steve began to explain the next game they’d be playing. He called it “Guess the stud” and the rules were simple. The fags would be blindfolded and all the boys, including Craig, would take a turn sticking their dick in each fag’s mouth. The fag would then try to identify each boy by the cock. Whichever fag got the most guesses right would obviously be the winner.

At the mention of the neighbor being his uncle, Randy immediately knew who stood on the other side of the fence. Randy had seen the eldest son of the family next door many times, but they’d never exchanged more than a few words in passing. He was probably around the same age as Randy and was one of three children that lived with the parents, and apparently the uncle.

As if it wasn’t going to be humiliating enough to have to suck off the neighbor who was his own age, he was expected to wear nothing but a thong while he did it. Randy didn’t have much time to contemplate his new position, as the neighbor kid grew impatient and reached through the fence and slapped him across the face.

“Don’t make me wait,” the young man growled, as he removed his hand from the hole in the fence and pulled off his shirt.

Randy found himself watching anxiously as the young man exposed his trim muscled body, the darker skin of his stomach and chest smooth except for a patch of hair between the firm pecs and running down the middle of the flat stomach to the top of his jeans. Tearing his eyes off of his neighbor’s body, Randy jumped to his feet and quickly pulled off his clothes, eager to get this over with. But once he stood there naked, his own hard cock betrayed him.

“Look at how excited our cocksucker is to feed on our cocks, Uncle Pablo,” the young man observed, “His dick is already hard and he hasn’t even gotten to taste my dick yet.”

Randy felt his body flush with embarrassment at hearing those words, but that was nothing compared to how he felt once he had slipped his feet through the thong and pulled it up his legs and over his hips. The strap of the thong fit snuggly between his firm ass cheeks and pulled up tight against his hole as he adjusted it, so that his balls were at least covered by the pouch in front. There was no way that he could get his big hard dick into the pouch though, so it stuck out to the side obscenely.

As he was about to kneel, he saw the kid next door bend over and look at Randy through the hole in the fence. “Turn around and let me see how you look in my sister’s thong.”

Randy was mortified as he turned to show off his ass in the skimpy red thong. “Bend over,” was the next order and Randy obeyed without any hesitation. The young man whistled at the sight of Randy looking so slutty, “That faggot ass was made for a thong. Now get on your knees and get your mouth pressed up against the hole and stick out your tongue.”

After everything that had happened to him since the past weekend, Randy was surprised at the new level of humiliation brought on by wearing a girl’s thong. He turned around almost in a daze and lowered himself in front of the fence, the grass soft against his knees, the wood hard against the palms of his hands as he put them on the fence. The opening in the fence was wide enough so that he mouth and nose both stuck through. He stared straight at the boards of the fence in front of him as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

“The bitch is eager to get a taste of you, Alejandro,” Randy heard the uncle say to his nephew.

“He’ll get a chance to taste every inch of me,” Alejandro replied, “Starting with my asshole.”

Before Randy knew what was happening, he felt two fingers hook into his nostrils and pull his face harder against the fence, making it impossible to get away, “Keep your tongue out, faggot,” he heard Alejandro remind him, as he felt a furry ass pressing back onto this nose and open mouth. The smell of the neighbor kid’s ass made Randy’s dick jump and ooze a steady stream of precum. Randy’s tongue came into contact with a sweaty asshole and the taste of it drove Randy wild and he began to lap eagerly at the tight hole offered to him.

Once his neighbor realized that Randy was more than willing to lick his ass, he released his nose and allowed him to continue cleaning his ripe ass. The kid wiped his ass up and down on Randy’s face and tongue. “Fuck yeah, that feels amazing,” Alejandro moaned, “I’ve been wanting a bitch to worship my ass, but none of the girls I’ve been with would even suck my dick or lick my balls, let alone my ass. We’re gonna become best friends, bitch.”

Randy could tell the neighbor kid was jerking his cock as he let Randy continue to lap at his hairy asshole, and Randy for his part couldn’t get enough of tasting Alejandro’s ass. The more the ass was pressed back against the fence, the harder Randy tried to dig his tongue into the musky hole.

Just as Randy’s tongue was starting to get tired from working on Alejandro’s tight anus, the young man quickly turned around and stuffed his rock hard cock into Randy’s still open mouth and almost immediately began to shoot cum across Randy’s tongue and spray the back of his throat with it. Randy didn’t so much suck on the cock as served as a cum receptacle for it. The load of cum he swallowed was much sweeter than the other man’s and Randy found himself wrapping his lips around the fat cock in his mouth in order to not lose a single drop of cum.

The uncle must have been jerking his cock to the scene in front of him and was ready to cum, since he shoved his nephew out of the way and replaced the spent cock with his own primed one. “Take my cum, puta,” Pablo growled, as he shoved his hard dick into Randy’s mouth and pumped in and out a few times before giving Randy his third cumload of the day. Pablo tried to get his dick as deep as he could into Randy’s mouth, but between the cock and repeated shots of cum hitting the back of his throat, Randy gagged and pulled back. Instead of filling his mouth, the man’s cum sprayed all over Randy’s face and chest.

Once his balls were drained of cum, Pablo stepped back from the fence and Randy watched as he put his dick away. Without another word to Randy, the uncle and nephew began an exchange in Spanish as they walked away. Randy was left there on his knees in nothing but a thong with the distinctly different taste of three cumloads lingering in his mouth, as a fresh load dripped off his face and down his body.

Darren thought the game was a little unfair, since Matty was more familiar with all the boys’ cocks considering he was allowed to suck them regularly. Scotty seemed to be thinking the same thing and called out that Darren had never sucked Craig’s cock, so how could he recognize it.

“I guess whichever cock is unfamiliar to him must be mine,” Craig reasoned and all the other boys laughed and agreed with that logic, “But to be fair, Matty will go first and that way Darren can get one more look at all our dicks before he has to try to correctly identify them.”

Darren watched as Matty was positioned in the middle of the room on his knees. Craig was standing in front of his bitch as he pulled off the shorts and the jockstrap he was wearing. Once Darren saw Craig’s soft dick hanging between his legs, he knew that he’d have no problem being able to guess Craig’s dick. Even soft, it looked like the biggest dick in the room, other than maybe Matty’s but he wasn’t going to have to guess his cock.

“Hope you appreciate that I wore this during my work out this morning,” Craig said as he slipped the jockstrap over Matty’s face and covered his eyes and nose with the pouch. Darren was already looking forward to his turn just so he could have a chance to smell that jockstrap.

Darren watched as they each pulled out their dicks and began to stroke them to hardness. The sight of the five young men with rock hard dicks lined up in front of Matty, was enough to make Darren’s own little dick rise up between his legs. The boys proceeded to take their turn stepping up to Matty and inserting their dick in his open mouth as far as it would go and then withdrawing it. Matty would have to then guess which boy just had their dick in his mouth. They wouldn’t tell Matty one way or the other, but if he guessed correctly the boy would move to the left. If he guessed wrong, the boy would step to the right.

Paul was up first. He had stripped off his shirt and had his shorts opened to let his dick out. Darren thought the freckles sprinkled across his face and body were cute and he noticed that the hair around Paul’s dick was red just like the hair on his head. He quickly stuffed his dick in and out of Matty’s mouth, apparently not wanting to give the bitch much time to try to figure out who he was. And this tactic worked, since Matty incorrectly guessed he was Steve. Paul stepped to the right and hi-fived Scotty, knowing they just scored for their team.

Frowning that the bitch wasn’t able to recognize his dick, Steve stepped up in line. He was still wearing his basketball shorts pulled down, hooked under his big balls so that his dick stuck straight out. Darren could understand Matty’s confusion though, because both Paul and Steve had similar sized dicks. When Steve slowly slid his dick in and out of Matty’s mouth, the expression on Matty’s face made it clear he realized his mistake and said that this was for sure Steve’s dick.

Steve looked satisfied with the bitch as he stepped to the left. Scotty moved into position and did the same thing as Paul, quickly fucking his dick in and out of the open mouth. And once again, it worked, since Matty thought it was Paul’s dick that had just been in his mouth. Scotty joined Paul and Darren felt his chance of winning had just improved.

Matty had no problem with Craig’s big dick and when Brian took his turn, Matty was able to guess it was him since he had a pretty big dick too, the only ones bigger being Craig’s and Matty’s. Once Brian had taken his turn, they removed the jockstrap covering Matty’s face and he was disappointed to see that he’d only gotten 3 out of 5 cocks right.

“It’s okay, bitch,” Steve consoled Matty, stroking the top of his head, “You’re still ahead from yesterday, 2 to 1.”

Darren then took Matty’s place. As Craig slipped the jockstrap over his head and positioned the pouch over his nose and covered his eyes, Darren couldn’t stop from moaning when he inhaled the intoxicating scent of Craig’s cock and balls. This made all the boys laugh and Craig patted Darren on the head, “Good boy, enjoy the scent of a real man.”

When the first dick entered his mouth, Darren guessed that it had to be Craig’s because it felt huge as it stretched his mouth wider than it seemed possible. The next boy lined up his hardon with Darren’s open mouth, but the boy grabbed him by the head and pulled him roughly onto the dick instead of sticking it in Darren’s mouth. He gagged when the dick pressed the back of his throat, at which point the boy placed the palm of his hand against Darren’s forehead and pushed him off. Without any doubt in his mind, Darren called out Scotty’s name, recognizing the way the boy treated him.

With two dicks down, Darren was left to guess between Brian, Paul and Steve. Since Brian’s dick was bigger than both Paul and Steve, Darren felt like he’d be able to make that one out. But Paul and Steve were pretty similar in size and Darren thought he might guess one of them wrong. It proved not to be a problem though, because he felt Steve’s basketball shorts brushing against his chest when the next boy stepped up and casually pumped his dick in and out of Darren’s mouth. He confidently called out Steve’s name. He then guessed it was Brian’s big dick filling his mouth next, leaving only Paul as the obvious dick to be placed in his mouth last.

As the last dick left his mouth, Darren knew he had won by the cheering coming from his team and the slaps on his back. He took in one last whiff of the jockstrap covering his face before it was pulled off and he saw the five boys standing together, meaning that he’d successfully identified all of their dicks.

“Way to go, faggot!” Scotty shouted.

“You’re a fast learner when it comes to cock,” Paul added.

“Looks like we’ve got a tie, bitch had won two games and now faggot’s won two” Steve observed, smiling down at the two fags kneeling at his feet, “I guess that means Craig will have to come up with a tie-breaker to decide who’s the best fag.” 

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