Becoming a faggot

My Big Brother Randy

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Main Characters:

• Darren - The main character and faggot
• Randy - Darren's older brother
• Chris - Randy's high school friend
• Scotty – Darren’s cousin
• Mark – Chris’ younger brother
• Steve – Scotty’s best friend
• Brian – Scotty’s friend
• Paul – Scotty’s friend
• Craig – Steve’s older brother
• Matty – Craig’s faggot

The Camping Trip (Day two)

Brian stood over Paul, looking down at him, as his best friend held Brian’s big dick in his hand. He began to stroke it, staring up at Brian with a look in his eyes that gave away what he really wanted. While Brian was sure Paul was happy to get to touch his cock, the expression on Paul’s face told Brian that more than anything Paul wanted to taste his friend’s dick.

Wanting to enjoy this as long as possible, he continued to watch Paul stroke up and down. The boy’s hand gripped Brian’s hardon and tugged on it. Brian was trying to remember how they got to this point, but he couldn’t quite recall the events leading up to this moment. Paul’s eyes connected with his and Brian smiled at his friend, enjoying the feeling of power washing over him.

As Brian slowly began to wake up, the image from his dream was still in his mind. He allowed himself to come out of the dream, realizing he’d been sleeping. Yet he still felt something rubbing his dick, making him hard. He lay there with his eyes closed and could feel someone’s hand pressing against his cock through the sleeping bag.

Considering he was sharing a tent with Paul, there was only one person who could be feeling him up right now. He didn’t move or give away that he was awake, he wanted to see just how far his buddy would go with this. If he was willing to risk touching Brian’s cock while he thought his friend was sleeping, Brian wondered what else he’d do with the right encouragement.

The touching would alternate between barely noticeable to a full grip. Paul would sometimes hover his hand above Brian’s cock, apparently afraid to grab it through the bag. But then the temptation would become too much for his friend and Brian would feel Paul’s hand cover the outline of the cock he must want so badly to touch in the flesh.

Brian contemplated what Paul must be thinking to be so bold as to grope him in his sleep. They had been friends since elementary school and had grown to be as close as brothers. Brian had felt responsible for making sure no one picked on Paul as they grew up, since his friend was so much smaller. They’d hit puberty at the same time and had learned to masturbate together, although they had never jerked each other off. And of course, they’d both watched the other get sucked off by Matty.

There had been a change in Paul over this past week and this wasn’t the first time his friend had felt him up while they were in bed together. The first time had been just a few nights ago, during their sleepover at Steve’s. Brian had woke up to Paul pretty much doing the same thing as now, trying to get a chance to touch Brian’s dick. And he swore his friend had been perving on the stink of his armpits too. Paul had also willingly kissed and licked Brian’s ass, Paul’s dick rock hard while he did it.

As Brian thought back to Paul’s behavior, that moment had been the start, but not the only example of the shift in their relationship. And Brian was surprised to find that he welcomed it, and actually encouraged it, taking advantage of Paul’s newfound obsession with him. Brian was enjoying the growing power that he felt over Paul, and actually looked for chances to exploit it. Yet he was still a little unsure of just how far he should take it, not wanting to risk ruining an awesome friendship just to have a little fun and satisfy his curiosity.

The hand lifted off the sleeping bag and Brian’s aching dick underneath. Brian figured his friend’s common sense finally returned and that Paul would now just go back to his own sleeping bag. Instead he heard the sound of a sleeping bag being slowly unzipped, Brian’s sleeping bag. Paul took in shaky breaths as the boy attempted to get fuller access to his best friend’s cock. Once the bag was unzipped to just about Brian’s waist, the material lifted from his body slightly and Paul reached his hand inside.

Brian felt the heat of Paul’s hand as it hovered over his hard cock. He purposely flexed his dick and caused it to jump up and touch the palm. The boy jerked like he’d been burned but held his hand still. Brian figured a war must be waging in Paul’s mind, as his friend struggled with the obvious desire to touch Brian’s dick. Once he felt Paul start to lower his hand, Brian decided it was time to take control. He grabbed his friend firmly by the wrist and stopped him not more than an inch from his prize.

Opening his eyes, Brian could tell it was early morning from the dim light coming through the tent. He propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at the top of his friend’s head. Paul was trying to break free of Brian’s grip, but Brian was bigger and stronger and wasn’t about to let go. He held his friend firmly in place, Paul in just his underwear and kneeling beside Brian’s sleeping bag. Brian looked over Paul’s small gymnast frame as he knelt there. The boy’s smooth chest was rising and falling rapidly.

“What are you doing?” Brian asked, tightening his hold on Paul’s wrist and pulling it out of the sleeping bag. Paul didn’t answer and just stared at the floor, as the caught boy began to make soft mewling noises, sounding even more pathetic than he looked.

“Answer me,” Brian ordered in a stern voice, “And look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Paul’s head shot up and for the first time, Brian saw the look of fear on Paul’s face. His friend opened his mouth to say something, but only a sob escaped before Paul looked down in shame. Brian released the boy’s wrist and brought his hand under Paul’s chin to lift his face back up to look at Brian. Tears were forming in his friend’s bright green eyes and his bottom lip was trembling. In that instance, Brian understood something he had never realized until now.

“How long have you wanted me?” Brian asked, using a softer tone than before. Paul tried to speak, but couldn’t seem to find his voice. He just shook his head as if that was an answer, but kept looking at Brian as he’d been told.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad,” Brian reassured his friend, suddenly feeling the need to make sure Paul knew it was all going to be alright.

“It’s not okay,” Paul finally spoke with a tremor in his voice, sitting up and turning his back to Brian, unable to look at him any longer, “You probably hate me now.”

“Why would I hate you?” Brian asked, reaching out to touch Paul’s shoulder. The boy flinched at the touch, almost as if he was expecting Brian to hit him.

“Because now you know,” Paul said, his voice barely a whisper.

“What do I know?” Brian pressed, somehow knowing how important it was for Paul to admit whatever it was he was feeling.

“What I am,” Paul replied, obviously afraid to say the words. Brian looked at Paul’s small frame, and found himself admiring the way the muscles stood out in his shoulders and neck as he quietly began to sob.

Brian got up to his knees behind Paul and turned the smaller boy to him and pulled his friend into an embrace. As soon as Paul’s face pressed against Brian’s bare chest, he couldn’t control himself any longer and broke down. The most heartbreaking sounds filled the tent, and Brian felt an overwhelming need to make it better for him. He rocked Paul gently against him and tightened his arms around the smaller boy’s body.

They must have stayed like that for five minutes, the whole time Brian stroking Paul’s back to try to reassure him. Eventually the sobbing stopped and Paul’s arms wrapped around Brian and held him tight. It was only once Paul seemed to calm down that Brian realized his own dick was rock hard pressed against his stomach and Paul’s chest. Something switched in Brian’s head and his concern for his friend was replaced with a need to take care of his aching hardon.

His hands began to roam Paul’s back and slipped down to just above his friend’s underwear clad bubble butt. Brian felt Paul relax against him and even rub his face gently against the bigger boy’s chest. When he felt Paul’s lips press against his skin, kissing Brian’s chest, he decided to give Paul what he had wanted.

He slid his hands under the waistband of Paul’s briefs and gave both asscheeks a hard squeeze. Paul gasped just as Brian hooked his thumbs over the top of the briefs and shoved his chest forward to knock Paul back. This allowed Brian to use some of his wrestling moves to pull the underwear over Paul’s ass and down his legs, even as Paul was laid flat out with Brian now kneeling by his head.

Paul looked up at his friend towering above him, Brian returning the hopeful gaze with a cocky grin. Brian’s hard cock was pointed straight at Paul, and Brian looked down the length of his friend’s tight little body and saw that the boy’s own cock was standing at attention. Paul turned his head to gaze longingly at Brian’s cock just inches from his face. He reached out to touch it, but Brian slapped his hand away.

“Tell me what you want,” Brian ordered. Paul looked up at his friend, pleading with his eyes to not make him say out loud what they both now knew.

“I’m willing to let you make me cum,” Brian started, “And I’m even thinking that I might let you be my boy, but I need to hear you ask me for it. I need to know I’m not forcing you to do anything.”

“Please Brian,” Paul finally said as he looked at the big dick in his face, unable to bring himself to look at Brian as he began the descent into his new life.

“Please what, boy,” Brian said, seeing the hunger on Paul’s face, even as the boy obviously struggled internally with his conflicted feelings. He gave Paul a moment to come to terms with what he wanted, but he was becoming impatient with the boy’s hesitation and decided to push him over the edge.

“We could also forget all this happened,” Brian offered, as he sat back and took his dick out of Paul’s face, “If you aren’t sure of what you want.”

“No, please Brian,” Paul blurted out, sitting up and staring intently at his best friend.

“You know what I want to hear, boy,” Brian teased, crossing his arms over his chest and not breaking eye contact with his prey, “And I think you should probably call me Sir, when you finally do ask for what you want.”

With his hands clasped in front of him as if he was begging, which is exactly what Brian expected from him, Paul finally gave in, “Please Sir, please let me suck your cock.”

Brian beamed with pride to get Paul to this point, “Since you asked so nicely, I’m willing to let you touch it. Sucking my dick is a privilege you haven’t earned yet though.”

“Yes Sir,” Paul said excitedly and reached his hand out to grab hold of his best friend’s big dick. Once again, Brian slapped Paul’s hand away and he pulled it back, looking like a scolded child.

“I didn’t say you could touch it yet,” Brian chided him, “If I’m going to let you get me off, we’ll do it how I want.”

“Yes Sir, I’m sorry,” Paul replied in a truly apologetic tone.

“Good boy,” Brian said, reaching out to pet Paul’s soft red hair, “Now lay down on your back.”

As he watched his friend move to obey, he took in the sight of the boy laid out naked in front of him, the dick sticking up from his crotch a clear indication of the boy’s excitement. The smooth skin of Paul’s chest was pale beneath the boy’s freckles. His little nipples stood up from his body and Brian couldn’t resist reaching down to grip one between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, pinching them gently and yet eliciting a loud gasp from Paul.

Brian scooted forward on his knees, until he had Paul’s head between his legs. He could smell his pits and even the scent of his crotch and ass from sweating in his sleep. He wondered how much stronger his stink must be for Paul and if the boy was enjoying it. He squeezed his thighs against Paul’s cheeks and held the boy’s head in place, as he began to twist the boy’s nipples. Paul squirmed under him but the two never broke eye contact, Paul looking up from between Brian’s legs, a big dick partially blocking his vision, as Brian looked down feeling his power over Paul increasing.

Only once Paul began to whimper, did Brian release the boy’s nipples. He now had his balls resting on Paul’s forehead and he used the palm of his hand to press his hard cock down against the boy’s face. He obstructed Paul’s vision with the girth of his cock as he mashed it against his nose. He then lifted it up and slapped it down against Paul’s face, enjoying how it felt to dominate his friend and treat him like a little fag. Handling his cock like that made Brian realize he was already close to cumming and so he let it go.

“Alright boy, I’m ready for you to make me cum,” Brian informed his friend laying beneath him, “You are allowed to reach up and grab my big dick in one hand and take your little dick in your other hand.”

“Yes Sir,” Paul quickly obeyed, gripping Brian’s dick as it hung above his face. He was more tentative as he reached down to wrap his fingers around his own bone

“Now, I want you to use long slow strokes on both our dicks,” Brian continued his instructions, “Stroke us at the same pace. You are not allowed to cum until I give the order and you have to tell me if you get close. Understood?”

“Yes Sir, understood,” Paul acknowledged as he began the awkward task of stroking Brian’s dick even as it hung above his face. At the same time, he began to move his hand on his own dick.

“That feels good boy,” Brian said, “Keep going just like that and you’ll get my cum in no time.”

Brian wasn’t sure what was turning him on more and getting him closer to the brink of orgasm, the feel of Paul’s soft hand tugging his dick or the sight of Paul’s face wedged between his legs as the boy jerked his dick off with a close up view of the experience. Brian found himself thrusting his hips and pressing his cock into Paul’s fist. The thrusting caused his dick to press against Paul’s face, the head of his cock passing over the boy’s mouth. Precum was oozing out of his dick and was now smeared across Paul’s checks and lips. Brian’s dick spit up a fresh gob of pre when he saw Paul lick his lips, getting a taste.

“I’m close, Sir, please may I cum,” Paul pleaded to Brian, looking up around the dick in his face. The boy’s breathing sped up along with the pace of his jacking on their dicks and Brian could feel himself getting close.

“No, you are not allowed to cum until I do,” Brian informed the boy masturbating him, “But don’t stop stroking both our dicks. Resist that urge to cum until you have my permission, boy.”

“Yes Sir,” Paul said as he cautiously stroked his own dick and focused his attention back on Brian’s cock as he stroked it up and down.

“Here, let me help,” Brian said, leaning forward and allowing a string of spit to leave his mouth. The spit extended down and dripped onto Paul’s cheek. Brian shifted his aim and drooled saliva onto his shaft, making Paul’s strokes more slippery. Paul moaned once the spit landed on his face, and the pace of the stroking inched up another notch. He enjoyed Paul staring down the length of his cock, trying to take in every inch, even as Brian’s nutsack was draped across his forehead.

“That’s it, boy, keep going. Just like that, I’m almost there,” Brian moaned, feeling the cum start to really churn in his nuts, “You ready to cum for me when I say, boy?”

“Oh yes please, Sir, please,” Paul panted and continued to jerk them both off, his tongue darting between his lips and taking a tentative lick at the head of Brian’s dick above his mouth. That lick was what pushed Brian over the edge and cum fired out of his dick, splashing across Paul’s tongue before the boy pulled it back into his mouth.

“Cum for me, boy,” Brian ordered, as he watched jet after jet of cum pump out of his dick and coat his friend’s chest and even reach the boy’s dick, “Now, faggot!”

Paul moaned when Brian called him faggot, and the boy’s dick shot cum straight up into the air. Brian would have sworn the cum nearly reached the top of the tent, before it rained down to puddle on Paul’s chest, mixing with Brian’s own load. Both teen cocks fired ropes of cum and literally covered Paul’s chest in the dick slime.

Once Brian had come down from his orgasm, he looked at Paul who had closed his eyes. He had to admit that he loved the sight of his friend coated in cum and knew they’d be doing this again soon. He looked around and leaned over to grab one of his dirty socks, using it to wipe up the cum from Paul’s chest.

Paul opened his eyes at this point and stared up at Brian, with a fearful look on his face. Brian smiled down at Paul and the boy seemed to relax and smiled back. Just as Paul open his mouth to say something, Brian took the cum soaked sock and rubbed it all over Paul’s face. Once he was satisfied he’d gotten a good coating of seed all over the boy’s face, he then stuffed the dirty sock into Paul’s mouth.

“I figured you wanted to taste my cum,” Brian explained, “And I thought it would be hot to have you spend the day with my load on your face. So it’s a win-win for the both of us. Now let’s get dressed and see what the others are making us for breakfast.”

Steve and Mark had gone back to the tent the night before and talked for hours. Mark told Steve all about the fag he’d had when he lived up north, before his parents divorced and his mom moved him down to be near his older brother, Chris. Steve had been hard the entire time, hearing about Mark using the fag that his older brother introduced to him.

He’d always thought that his first time having sex would be with a girl, but then last summer Craig had Matty suck Steve off and that had opened him up to new possibilities. Steve at first had been shocked to find out his older brother was gay and that Craig’s best friend was actually his boyfriend. Then Matty got his mouth on Steve’s dick and gave him his first blowjob, and it felt so incredible that he didn’t care it was a guy sucking his dick. And he found it really hot the way that Craig could order Matty around and the bitch would do whatever he was told. It wasn’t long after that first blowjob, that Matty was pretty much serving all the boys in their pack.

But Craig had never let any of them fuck Matty and Steve was no longer satisfied with just getting his dick sucked. He wanted to know how it felt to fuck a dude and know the power that came along with that. He saw the look on Craig’s face every time he fucked Matty, and it was something he wanted to know for himself. As Mark talked about fucking that fag back home, how the first time shoving his cock in another dude’s ass had been such a rush. And that moment when he dumped his load in the fag’s ass, it was something Mark said was better than anything else.

Steve had asked if Mark had fucked Randy, and Mark had laughed and said he’d been in that fag’s cunt too many times to count. Mark told him about some of the things he’d done with Randy and how he’d learned what a whore the faggot really was, taking dick from the neighbor without Mark even telling him. Then Mark told Steve what he’d been hoping for, that Steve would probably get a chance at some point this trip to fuck the fag himself. Steve was so excited that he admitted to Mark that he’d never fucked anyone before. As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted them, wondering if Mark would think less of him for not being that much of a man yet. But Mark just wrapped an arm around his new friend’s shoulder and said that he’d make sure it happened then, Mark wanted to be there to see Steve breed a faggot for the first time.

Steve had fallen asleep thinking about fucking Randy, had dreamt about it, woke up hard imagining sinking his cock into Randy’s hairy ass. It consumed his thoughts all morning as they ate breakfast and he watched Randy with Chris and Craig, the three oldest boys apparently bonding. Steve couldn’t help but enjoy the thought that he would get to have something that Craig wouldn’t, Randy’s ass.

Once they finished breakfast, Mark decided they should all go on a hike and explore. Chris said there was a swimming hole he remembered up river, even bigger than the one by their camp. Steve was for sure going, and Mark asked Scotty to go too although he somewhat reluctantly agreed to join. Steve knew Scotty well enough after their years of friendship, to recognize he was pissed about something. Brian said he and Paul were up for the adventure, and Steve saw something strange in the look the two exchanged when Brian made the decision for them both.

Chris felt like staying behind with Darren, and Craig chose to do the same, Matty obviously staying with him. Before Randy could say one way or the other what he wanted to do, Mark made the decision for him and said that the group of boys should have some adult supervision. Chris agreed with his little brother and Randy was not really left a choice. Steve was unable to contain the boner in his shorts knowing that he might have his chance at Randy soon.

Once lunch was prepared for later, Mark handed Randy the backpack filled with sandwiches, chips and sodas, and made the faggot carry it for them as they headed off. Mark led the group, while Steve walked behind Randy, watching his ass. Randy walked in silence, resigned to his fate. When they got to the tent that Mark and Steve were sharing, that’s when things really got interesting.

“Alright faggot,” Mark said, stopping and turning to face Randy, “Strip.”

It was a simple enough order, but Randy didn’t seem to understand and just stood there. That was, until Mark grabbed him firmly by the balls, “Now, faggot!”

Randy quickly pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the ground next to the tent. Steve couldn’t help but be impressed with the fag’s hairy chest, watching the muscles flex as he hurriedly took off more clothes. Satisfied that the fag was following orders, Mark disappeared in the tent and retrieved a dog collar and leash.

“Hands behind your back, bitch,” Mark ordered as he stood in front of the now naked Randy.

“Glad you remembered to bring those for the fag,” Scotty finally spoke up, and stepped next to Mark.

“Important to not let the fag go too long without remembering what he is,” Mark said, staring hard at Randy, “Isn’t that right, faggot?”

“Yes Sir,” Randy responded, looking down, unable to look at the boys who were now standing in a circle around him.

“Good fag, know your place,” Mark said as he reached out and roughly grabbed Randy’s big nuts. The fag gasped and Steve felt his dick jump. Mark proceeded to wrap the dog collar around Randy’s balls and attached the leash to it, “You can put your shoes back on faggot, but you won’t be needing clothes for the rest of our hike.”

Randy bent down to grab his shoes and Mark tugged on the leash, causing Randy to stumble forward. Mark laughed as he held Randy in place by the balls and made the older boy strain forward to grab his sneakers. Steve had to admit that he was enjoying the pained look on Randy’s face. The way that Mark treated his faggot was so different than how Steve’s brother Craig treated his bitch.

“Why don’t you walk him,” Mark said and held out the end of the leash. Scotty reached out to grab it, assuming Mark was talking to him, but instead Mark handed the leash to Steve.

As Steve took the leash and they resumed their hike, it was obvious that Scotty was barely containing his anger. It had seemed like maybe Scotty was returning to his old self, but now he slipped back into his bad mood. But Steve couldn’t have cared less, he was thoroughly enjoying getting to walk the fag. He made Randy walk ahead of him, the leash between his legs pulling his balls back. Every once in awhile, Steve would slow down to increase the tension on the leash, just to yank on it not too gently. This didn’t get old, Steve amazed that the faggot would allow himself to be treated like this.

Mark continued to lead the way and soon they passed Paul and Brian’s tent. They continued on for another 30 minutes or so, until they reached what must be the spot Chris had told them about. It was a calm spot in the river, with a large pool that looked pretty deep. There was a large outcropping of rock on this side of the river that jutted out over the pool, making it perfect to dive from.

Brian began to strip off his clothes, and Steve noticed how Paul watched their friend’s every move. Brian began rough housing with the smaller boy and soon had Paul naked as well. As Brian easily lifted Paul up off the ground with an arm around his waist, Steve saw Paul’s hardon sticking straight out. Paul screamed and thrashed, but it was a futile effort as Brian rushed them both into the river. The two splashed around, Paul finally getting away, only to have Brian catch him again and dive under the water, taking Paul with him.

Mark took the leash from Steve and began to climb up the cluster of boulders, pulling Randy along painfully by his nuts. Steve’s cock only got harder as he watched Randy struggle to keep up, the muscles in the fag’s ass and back flexing as he climbed after Mark.

“Come on,” Steve said, patting Scotty on the back as his friend just stood there watching what was happening, “Don’t want to miss out on the fun.”

“Yeah, sure, I guess,” Scotty said, appearing to perk up a little at Steve’s invitation. He wasn’t sure what Scotty was upset about, but it bothered him somewhat to see his friend in such a foul mood.

With a hand on his friend’s back, Steve nudged Scotty to follow. The climb up was pretty easy, although Steve imagined it was a little harder for Randy considering he was being pulled along by the balls. The instant Steve pulled himself up to the top, Mark dropped the leash and snapped his fingers, pointing down. Randy didn’t hesitate as he sunk to his knees in front of Mark.

“You are now going to suck all our cocks,” Mark told the faggot, “And you just have to hope that my brother didn’t change his mind about coming along. I can’t begin to guess how pissed he’d be to see his best friend up here sucking cock.”

“Please Sir,” Randy looked up from his position, naked on his knees in front of his best friend’s little brother.

“Don’t worry, faggot,” Mark stated, smiling down at Randy, “You’ll get my dick, if you beg hard enough. So tell me, is that what you want? To suck all our dicks?”

“Yes Sir, I want to suck all your dicks.” Randy admitted.

“And swallow our cum?” Mark asked.

“Yes Sir, please let me taste your cum.” Randy replied, and Steve saw a hunger in the fag’s eyes that showed just how much he meant what he said.

“Don’t forget, you are both our bitch,” Scotty reminded Randy, standing next to Mark in front of the kneeling fag.

“Oh, he knows perfectly well who he serves,” Mark said, grabbing Randy under the chin and lifting his head up, “Now why don’t you show me how much you appreciate my cum. Kiss my balls and thank them for the load they’ll be pumping down your fag throat.”

Randy reached up to untie Mark’s shorts and started to push them down, but Mark stopped him, “Just get my cock and balls out faggot, leave the shorts on for now. I know you want to see my ass, but you’ll just have to wait. Don’t get fucking greedy.”

“Yes Master,” Randy replied, and Steve could tell that got a rise out of Scotty. It seemed like Scotty was becoming more and more jealous of the control Mark had over the bitch.

The fag fished out Mark’s junk and leaned forward to place his face directly in front of his Master’s hard cock and balls. Steve could hear the older boy taking in deep breaths and he thought he would blow his load in his shorts when he watched the fag press his lips affectionately to Mark’s nuts.

“Thank you for making Master’s cum,” Randy said, between kisses on Mark’s ballsack, “Thank you for the load you are about to deliver down my throat.”

“You want it in more than just your throat, don’t you faggot?” Mark suggested and pushed Randy down by the top of his head, “Take off my shoes and socks first faggot.”

“Yes Sir,” Randy said, and bent over to obey. Steve took that opportunity to squat down behind the faggot and check out his ass.

“You thinking about fucking that cunt, dude?” Mark asked his new friend.

“I’m gonna be the first to fuck that ass,” Scotty stated and stepped up behind Randy as well, bumping into Steve, causing him to fall on his ass. Steve looked up at his friend, surprised to see how upset he was at them talking about fucking the faggot. Steve suddenly realized that Scotty didn’t know Mark had already had a turn at Randy’s ass and had even shared it with a few other guys, before offering it to Steve.

“Too late, Scotty,” Mark informed him with a cocky grin spreading across his face. He pulled off his shirt while the fag finished taking off his shoes. Steve saw the dog tags hanging around Mark’s neck.

“What are you saying?” Scotty began and then Steve saw his gaze fall on the dog tags, “What the fuck dude? Why do you have the faggot’s dog tags?”

“Because he’s my bitch. I took them that first night we used him at the drive-in. That was the first night I fucked him too, but there were plenty of other times since.” Mark bragged.

“He was my faggot, I’m the one who found him,” Scotty shouted, his voice shaking and his fists clenched at his side. Randy seemed to get nervous and moved out from between the two boys.

“You may have used him, but I’m the one who made him my bitch,” Mark said, stepping closer to Scotty so that their faces were just inches from each other. Steve had never thought of Scotty as small or weak before, until now that he saw him standing with Mark.

Scotty lunged at Mark, who easily grabbed the smaller boy’s upper arm and spun him. Steve watched as Mark wrapped his thick arm around Scotty’s neck and used his free hand to yank down the boy’s shorts and expose his round little butt. Mark brought his hand up to his face and spit into his palm and returned it to Scotty’s ass. Scotty struggled as Mark shoved two fingers into the boy’s asshole and used them to move him closer to the edge of the rock they were on.

“You ever try to fight me again, bitch,” Mark snarled into Scotty’s ear as he dug his fingers deeper and lifted him up on his toes, “It’s gonna be my dick in this pussy next time.”

With that as a warning, Mark pushed Scotty off the rock. Steve looked over the edge and saw both Brian and Paul staring up at them, as Scotty fell into the water. Paul and Brian rushed over to see if Scotty needed help, but as soon as the boy popped up out of the water, he pushed them off and swam to shore. With his clothes soaked and his pride bruised, Scotty just walked off without saying anything or looking back at them.

“Clean these off, faggot,” Mark ordered Randy, stuffing the fingers that had just been up Scotty’s ass into the fag’s mouth, “Now where were we. Oh right, you were gonna suck both of us off before we go for a swim.” 

Chris lay out naked on the big rock in the middle of the river, the still water of the deep pool surrounding him. The sun felt good on his skin, as he dried off from his recent swim. He had his head turned slightly, his eyes just barely open, watching the other boys with him. Matty was enjoying the swimming hole with Craig, the two splashing around. Darren was sitting by the edge of the river, still clothed and reading a book, seemingly uninterested in getting into the water. Chris thought the boy had been extremely quiet all morning, and wondered if something was wrong. Had Chris pushed the limits of what the young faggot was ready for, by having his older brother fuck him for the first time? Chris began to worry if maybe he’d taken Darren’s training too far too fast and that now the young boy was suffering the consequences.

Thinking about last night brought to mind Randy, and his behavior. While Chris had been more than happy to let his best friend eat his ass, he wondered what this signaled about Randy’s sexuality. Up until last night, Chris had never doubted Randy’s heterosexuality. The two friends had been in the same room together a few times before when they were having sex with girls. Chris considered himself bi-sexual, but he had never talked about that with Randy and his best friend had never shared any experiences that he might have had with other guys. Darren serving them both was the only interaction he’d had with Randy with someone of the same sex. Chris saw this as a special circumstance and didn’t really think that made Randy gay or even bi-sexual.

Yet there was no denying that Randy had been more than willing, and even eager, to eat Chris’ ass last night. That was what had Chris wondering if there was a secret Randy hadn’t yet shared with him, even though Chris had thought there were no secrets between them. Sure, Chris hadn’t told Randy about some of the gay friends he had and how he would let them suck him off. He’d even had one fag in high school, who had shown him the benefits of having a regular fuckhole to use. That experience had helped him in college to recognize the gay dudes who tried to subtly check him out. And it had led to him recognizing these same traits in Darren.

Now as he watched Craig and Matty together in the river, he wondered if there wasn’t something more between the two boy than their friendship. In particular, he noticed the way that Matty would look at Craig, and he wondered if maybe Matty had a secret crush on his best friend Craig. He even caught Matty staring at his naked body drying in the sun when he thought Chris wasn’t watching.

Craig swam over and climbed up on the rock and Chris shifted over to make room. Craig was wearing swimming trunks, which he quickly peeled off to match Chris’ own nakedness.

“I have to thank you for letting us come on this trip,” Craig said, as he laid back on the rock next to Chris, so close that their arms were touching, “This spot is pretty awesome.”

“Glad to have the company and happy you enjoy it as much as I do,” Chris replied, “I’ve been here a few times and have yet to have any state rangers hassle me despite it not being a camping site technically. I’m just surprised no one else has discovered it.’

“It’s perfect. This is what camping is meant to be like,” Craig turned his head and looked Chris up and down, “And the views are amazing.”

Chris picked up on the innuendo and took the opportunity to check Craig out. Even though the boy was still in high school, Chris saw that he was all man. He was just about Chris’ height, more muscled and with the same amount of hair on his chest. When Chris’ gaze reached the younger guy’s crotch, it was obvious that the dude had the bigger cock.

“So I should probably tell you,” Craig started, drawing Chris’ attention back to the boy’s handsome face, “That I know about you and Randy and Darren.”

Chris was unable to hide his reaction to Craig’s statement. Apparently Craig saw the concerned look on Chris’ face, because he immediately followed with, “You don’t have to worry about what I might think, Matty’s my bitch just like Darren is yours.”

“What do you mean,” Chris stammered slightly, as he instantly began to regret what he’d done with Darren, worried about the repercussions of his actions with the much younger boy.

“Darren confided in Matty, and since Matty’s my boy, he told me,” Craig explained, “I’m happy that he has someone like you to watch out for him.”

Chris couldn’t help but look over at Darren, upset at the little fag for sharing their secret, “It was only a few times,” Chris felt like he should try to explain.

“No reason to be worried,” Craig reassured Chris, “Scotty shared him with all of us over this past week, so it’s not like any of us are here to judge.”

Chris couldn’t hide his anger at learning Scotty had shared his fag, “You all used him?”

Mindful of Chris’ reaction, Craig treaded carefully, “Yeah, Scotty offered him up to all of us, but the kid only sucked our cocks. None of us fucked him.”

“That little shit,” Chris fumed under his breath.

“Don’t be mad at Darren, he was only doing as he was told, just like you probably taught him,” Craig came to the boy’s defense.

“It’s Scotty who’s in trouble,” Chris replied, “I know the little fag was only following his nature. I gave Scotty permission to use him, but that little bastard should have known that sharing Darren with others was off limits. Even if it was only his mouth you were using.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Craig tried to calm Chris down, “You would have been proud of your boy, he was very obedient. All of us have grown fond of him and were very protective of him.”

Craig’s words went a long way to help Chris feel better about what Darren might have experienced over the last week. There was no denying that Darren was a natural submissive, and Chris felt responsible for the boy considering his fag nature was so obvious even at his young age. Unless he was trained right, the boy would be an easy target for men to take advantage of throughout his life.

“Matty, get up here,” Craig called the other boy over.

The boy swam over and pulled himself up out of the water. Chris took in his tall, slender frame, and noticed just how smooth his entire body was. Chris realized that not only did Matty have no hair on his chest, there wasn’t a sign of hair under his arms as he reach up to grab onto the rock’s ledge. As his body emerged from the water, Chris took in the boy’s hairless legs. Chris couldn't help noticing the substantial way he filled out his speedo, yet he appeared to be completely smooth.

“Take off the speedo, bitch” Craig ordered, once the slim boy was standing there dripping water from his smooth tanned skin. Chris watched as Matty turned his back to them both and slowly, and very sensually, pulled the speedo down over his fat bubble butt. Chris’ dick immediately grew to its full 8” when he saw Matty’s thong tanline.

“Pretty hot isn’t he,” Craig asked, proud of his bitch displayed to Chris.

Matty was a sexy little bitch. What Chris found most arousing was the boy’s slightly feminine appearance. He was tall, yet slim. He had striking blue eyes and long soft brown hair framing a pretty face. His almost muscular ass had that deep tanline that left no doubt that he was a faggot. Then he turned around and displayed an above average cock hanging above a pair of nice sized balls.

“Matty’s been taking my dick for two years now,” Craig shared, “We were friends to begin with, but we came to realize our attraction to each other and our roles just fell into place naturally.”

Chris looked over to Craig and saw the boy sporting a huge hardon now, even bigger than Chris’ own eight inches. He felt a hand on his cock, and looked over to see Matty kneeling beside him.

“He’s become quite a slut for cock,” Craig said admiringly, “He craves cum so much that I eventually had to start sharing him with my brother and his friends. I do enjoy watching my bitch sucking dick. Still, no one else has been in his pussy, that’s only had my cum in it.”

“You’re telling me that he and Darren both served you and the other guys this whole week,” Chris asked, reaching behind Matty to run his hand over the fag’s firm round ass.

“Yep, we even had a competition between the two fags,” Craig explained, “Of course, my bitch won, although Darren tried his best. I figured, since I got to use your bitch all week, it was only fair that I let my bitch serve you.”

“I’m not gonna argue with that logic,” Chris said, as he stood up and looked down at Matty, who hadn’t let go of Chris’ cock. Chris glanced over to the shore and saw Darren sitting there watching them intently.

“Let me see that sexy tanline,” Chris ordered, turning his attention back to Matty. As the boy obeyed, bending down on his knees to press his chest to the rock and lift his ass up, Craig stood up behind Chris. The other boy was close enough that Chris could feel his cock pressing against his ass. Despite Chris being several years older, they were both basically the same height and Craig’s body was much thicker than Chris’.

“I love making him keep that tanline for me,” Craig admitted, placing his chin on Chris shoulder, pressing his chest to Chris’ back, his cock resting in the crevice of the older boy’s ass, “You can’t imagine how hot it is to see him laying out in a thong by the pool of our apartment complex. Show him your pussy, baby.”

Hearing his man’s order, Matty reached back and spread his cheeks, exposing to Chris the most beautiful hairless hole he had ever seen. The pale outline of the thong strap framing the boys butt cheeks was sexier than Chris would have imagined. He felt Craig’s arms wrap around his chest and begin to explore, rubbing his pecs and tweaking his nipples gently, before moving one hand down to grip the base of his rigid pole.

“Get up and suck on this beautiful cock, bitch,” Craig ordered the boy presently displaying his perfect boycunt to the two men. Matty slowly turned and raised back up to his knees in front of them. He moved to take Chris’ cock into his mouth, but Chris stopped him with a hand to the forehead.

“Just grab it,” Chris ordered, with a light slap to Matty’s face. The boy gripped the cock, taking over for Craig, and began to stroke it, first staring at the cock and then looking up at Chris expectantly. As soon as Chris saw the hunger in the boy’s eyes, he knew he was about to receive a grade A blowjob from an eager cocksucker. He held eye contact with the boy, who knelt there stroking Chris.

“My bitch wants your dick bad, dude,” Craig breathed into Chris’ ear, both hands exploring Chris again, as he continued to watch Matty submit.

“Open up,” Chris demanded as he brushed Matty’s hand off his dick. The bitch dropped his hands to his side and knelt there with his mouth open. Chris guided his dick onto Matty’s tongue and then pushed forward into Matty’s mouth until the boy gagged and reached up, one hand grabbing Chris’ dick and the other placed against his stomach to try to stop him from going deeper.

“Hands behind your back,” Chris ordered, “Open wide. Look up.”

Matty was quick to obey and Chris once again gagged the bitch. To his credit, Matty didn’t attempt to stop him this time. He just continued to look up at Chris as he allowed himself to be gagged on the thick cock. Chris was pleased and grabbed the boy by the back of the head and impaled him fully on dick. There was nothing like the feeling of cock punching through the back of a cocksucker’s throat and sliding down the tight passage. This time, Matty did pull off as he gagged uncontrollably and coughed up spit once Chris’ dick had been withdrawn from his throat.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Craig said, his hands massaging Chris shoulders, approving of what was being done to his bitch.

“Lick it,” Chris commanded, “And keep looking up at us.”

Matty recovered quickly and began to swipe his tongue all over the head of Chris’ cock, working his way down the shaft, the entire time looking up at both men. He slobbered all over the cock like he was a dog with a bone. He reached up and grabbed it, looking to Chris to see if he objected. Once he knew it was okay, he gripped the cock and kept licking at it, while rubbing it around his face.

“Sit on your butt,” Chris told the boy, “And stick out your tongue.”

Letting go of Chris’ cock, Matty shifted his body until he was sitting on his pretty ass in front of Craig and Chris, his hard cock sticking straight up from his lap. He then looked up and opened his mouth wide, extending his tongue as far as it would go. Chris loved the sight of such an eager boy. Craig’s hands had moved from Chris’ shoulders, down his back, and were now kneading his meaty ass. He didn’t mind, he was enjoying both boys worshipping his body.

Staring directly into Matty’s eyes, Chris let a string of spit slowly drool onto the extended tongue. He grabbed his cock and slapped it in the pooled saliva and used his dick to wipe the spit all over the pretty face staring up at him still. He dipped his cock back onto the tongue a few times, until Matty’s face shone with spit.

“Good boy,” Chris praised, “Now gag yourself, show me how bad you want my cock down your throat.”

Matty focused on the cock in front of him as he leaned forward and took it into his mouth and continued until Chris felt it hit the back of his throat. The gagging noises coming from Matty made Chris’ dick even harder, and he could feel Craig’s hardon throb against his ass. He even noticed a wetness on his asscheeks that must have been from a steady stream of precum oozing from Craig’s dick as he watched Chris use his bitch.

“Keep looking up,” Chris reminded the boy. When Matty obeyed, Chris enjoyed the way the boy’s pretty face was distorted around cock and glistened with spit. Each time Matty would gag, the hard dick protruding from the boy’s lap would bounce and twitch and spit up precum. The bitch kept at it, desperate to wedge the cock in his throat without Chris having to force it in. Chris watched as the boy’s eyes watered and turned red from the attempts at deep throating the thick cock, snot running from his nose, looking like a true cocksucker.

A sigh escaped Chris’ mouth when he felt his dick pop past the barrier and begin the descent down his throat again. Matty never broke eye contact with Chris as he voluntarily choked himself on Chris’ cock.

“Fuck yeah baby,” Craig said, as he reached forward and grabbed the back of Matty’s head in both hands, trapping Chris between them. He held Matty on the cock until he could tell from the way Matty’s eyes were fluttering that he needed to breath. Chris pulled back and let Matty take in air. Craig maintained his grip on his bitch’s head and then pressed his hips forward into Chris, driving the cock back into Matty’s throat.

They set up a rhythm, Craig rocking back and forth, his dick sliding between the mounds of Chris’ ass, as Matty’s throat moved up and down on dick. Chris allowed Craig to control the scene, actually enjoying the feeling of the stud behind him while Craig made his bitch throat cock. He finally couldn’t prolong the inevitable. He reached out and placed his hands over Craig’s and pulled Matty’s face into his crotch and held it there, cock buried in the throat as his balls released their load of cum. As Chris roared, dumping his seed into the fag, Craig humped up against him urgently and Chris felt the boy’s hot cum spray up all over his lower back and ass.

Once the orgasm passed and his body relaxed again, Chris released Matty, who pulled back and took in ragged breaths. Chris squatted down in front of the boy and took his head in both hands and stared at him. “Good boy,” he said simply, and then pulled Matty into a kiss, pressing his tongue deep into the boy’s mouth and tasting the remnants of cum that hadn’t been directly deposited down the boy’s throat.

Chris stood up and felt Craig’s cum dripping down his back and running into his asscrack. He turned around and faced Craig now, who seemed to be in a bit of a daze. “Let’s go for a quick swim to clean up and then go to find the other boys.” Chris suggested, “Randy needs to try your bitch out.”

It was deeply satisfying for Mark to watch Scotty run off like a little pussy, after being shown who really owned the faggot. Now he could get back to the business of introducing his new friend Steve to the joys of fucking a fag. Mark kind of liked that he was a few years younger than Steve, yet a little taller and bigger, with far more experience dominating faggots. He found himself liking Steve more than Scotty, even though Scotty was the one that had introduced them. Steve just seemed like a much more chill guy and cool to hang out with. Scotty had a fucking attitude that was starting to piss Mark off.

“Is my little bitch hungry for cock?” Putting Scotty out of his mind, Mark turned his attention back to the fag, “You ready to show my new friend here just how much you crave dick?”

He glanced over at Steve, who seemed to still be a little in shock about what had just happened with Scotty. The boy quickly got over it at the thought of having his dick sucked by the fag at their feet. He stepped up next to Mark and approached Randy with his hard dick in his hand.

“Get my dick wet, bitch,” Steve said and slapped Randy’s face with cock, “Assuming your Master’s cool with it, I’m planning to get a piece of your faggot ass today.”

“Of course, buddy,” Mark said, slapping Steve on the back and pushing him toward Randy’s open mouth, “I’m just happy I can be the one to offer you your first taste of fag pussy.”

“Look at how hard his dick is,” Steve commented, as he began to slow fuck the fag’s face.

“That’s his clit, fag’s don’t have dicks,” Mark stated, watching his cocksucker service his friend, “Isn’t that right faggot? And you remember that you aren’t allowed to touch your clit or cum without your Master’s permission?”

Randy looked up at Mark, with a mouthful of Steve’s teenage dick, and nodded his head. Mark again wondered how his older brother Chris had no clue that his best friend was such a faggot. He was looking forward to the day that he exposed Randy to Chris, but he wasn’t sure he wanted that to be anytime soon. He wanted to cement in Randy’s mind that he was the faggot’s Master, before he outed his bitch to Chris. As much as he respected and loved his brother, Mark still felt the need to prove that he was more of a man. He wrote it off to healthy sibling rivalry.

“Why don’t you move closer to the ledge,” Mark suggested to Steve, grabbing his shoulders and guiding him to the spot he wanted him, “Make sure that the fag is on full display to anyone watching as he sucks your dick and gets you ready to fuck his pussy.”

Mark looked down into the river and didn’t see Brian or Paul. They must have decided to go off and do their own thing. Too bad, he was hoping to have an audience for Steve’s first time dumping his load in a fag’ ass. There’d always be a next time, he had every intention of sharing this faggot with everyone of his friends. A well trained true slut for cock that Mark would eventually share with Chris.

“You know what the faggot loves almost as much as cock,” Mark asked Steve, while staring down at Randy as he slurped on Steve’s cock, “A dude’s ass, he fucking goes crazy for it. You should have seen how he went for my brother’s ass when he had the chance.”

Steve looked over at Mark with a surprised look on his face, “I didn’t think he’d fagged out with your brother.”

“It was just once and my brother thought he was only doing it because the fag lost a bet and had to kiss his ass,” Mark explained, “But it was that night that my suspicions about the bitch were confirmed.”

“You’re so lucky to have a fag like this to take your dick whenever you want,” Steve said, as he grabbed Randy’s head casually and kept slowly pumping his dick between the slut’s lips.

“The fag’s the lucky one, aren’t you bitch,” Mark asked, grabbing Randy by the hair and pulling his head up and off Steve’s dick to look at him, “Lucky to have finally found a real man to recognize him for what he is and help him learn his place.”

“Yes Master, thank you,” Randy said in a worshipful tone, staring at his Master with nothing but admiration and craving in his eyes.

“Why don’t you turn around and let him kiss your ass,” Mark suggested to Steve, who didn’t waste a second before spinning and bending over slightly to push his butt out.

For a brief moment, Mark wondered how it would feel to fuck Steve’s virgin ass. It was nice and round and he could only imagine how tight it would be. He pushed that thought out of his mind and instead pushed the fag’s face into his buddy’s ass. His bitch sniffed deep at the boy’s hole before Mark heard the unmistakable sound of fag tongue lapping away. Steve’s pleasurable moans confirmed it.

“Don’t embarrass me in front of my friend, faggot,” Mark admonished while smacking Randy in the back of the head, “Make sure he knows how much you appreciate him allowing you to taste his ass.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Randy immediately mumbled into Steve’s ass, eliciting a deeper moan from the boy, “For allowing me the privilege to worship your ass and taste a real man.”

“Good faggot,” Mark praised, “But if you want to taste a real man, then get over here.”

Mark turned his back and waited. He wasn’t disappointed when he felt the faggot’s face squeezing between his asscheeks and the fag’s nose pressing against his hole, inhaling deeply. “That’s right, bitch, breath me in,” Mark ordered. From the way that Randy was worshipping his ass, Mark thought he might be trying to smell his Master from the inside out, “Fuck yeah, faggot. I thought of you as I took a nice big dump this morning. There wasn’t anything to clean myself up with, but I didn’t worry about it because I knew I had my fag to do that for me later.”

This got a response from the faggot that surprised even Mark, as an almost desperate whining seemed to be coming from the bitch. Steve stepped up at that point and pushed Randy’s face deep in his Master’s ass, while Mark took that opportunity to begin to rub his ass all over the fag’s face. Randy extended his tongue and Mark wiped his dirty asshole on it repeatedly.

“Clean your Master’s shithole, faggot,” Mark heard Steve ordered, “And while you are busy cleaning his ass for him, I need to take a leak.”

Mark looked back over his shoulder and saw Steve aiming his dick at the fag’s back, “Go for it, dude, soak the faggot in your piss. Make sure to get his head nice and wet, don’t worry about getting some on me, the fag can always lick it off.”

With that, Steve let loose a stream and began to spray the faggot down from head to toe, until he was dripping with the boy’s rank piss. Some splashed onto Mark’s back and ass, but he enjoyed seeing his fag humiliated like this way too much to care. To his credit, the fag only moaned louder into Mark’s ass and kept at his task of ensuring he’d thoroughly cleaned his Master’s dirty hole.

Once Steve was finished with his piss and the fag was drenched, Mark pulled off the fag’s face and turned around. When he saw brown streaks on the fag’s nose and forehead, he burst out laughing.

“Holy fuck, faggot,” Mark said, grabbing Randy by the sides of the head and turning his face toward Steve, “You should see just how pathetic you look right now with my shit smeared all over your face.”

Steve seemed to be unsure whether he should laugh or be disgusted, but he ultimately saw the humor in the fag’s humiliation, “I can’t believe the fag let you wipe your shitty ass on his face.”

“Let me?” Mark seemed insulted, “Steve, buddy, I don’t think you understand just how low this faggot is. Faggot, are you happy to get to serve me?”

Randy nodded his head emphatically, “Yes, Master.”

“I don’t think my friend believes you,” Mark said, sound unconvinced himself, “Why don’t you tell him what you are?”

“I am a faggot,” Randy admitted, staring at Steve as he said it, “I am my Master’s bitch.”

“Louder, faggot,” Mark suggested, “Let everyone hear you admit that you are just my asswipe.”

Randy paused, realizing at that moment just how exposed he was on the edge of the rock, naked and kneeling at the feet of two boys. Mark could see him contemplating what he was about to do, drawing even more attention to himself if he shouted out for everyone to hear that he was a faggot. It dawned on Mark right then that this was a pivotal moment, and the fag’s actions would decide his fate.

Both Steve and Mark watched as the faggot swallowed hard and then opened his mouth to shout loudly, “I am a faggot asswipe! Thank you, Master, for allowing me the privilege to serve you!”

“What the fuck?!” Came the familiar voice from below.

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