Wag was another of the many degrading tricks. Max looked up at Reggie with his nipples close to the floor and his rear held high. The bells swinging between his thighs jingled like a chime as he shook his ass back and forth. Reggie praised him with a few slaps on the rear.
Show dick had to be the most humiliating trick of the night. Max faced me with his fists held close to his chest. He bounced on his toes with his legs spread wide. His lifeless penis jiggled as he presented it to me. Zaire and Reggie laughed and made demeaning comments about how small his ‘pixie stick’ was. The public shaming of Max’s penis bolstered my insecurity of my own. If he were the boy from the party, mine was even smaller than his.
During each trick, I felt desperate as if I was the one performing. Reggie made sure every embarrassing corner of my brother’s body was revealed. I attentively watched as my stepbrother was shown off like an object. While discomfort showed on his face, Max obeyed all of his commands like a well-trained hound.
As the tricks concluded, Reggie offered me his leash.
“Why don’t you take him outside for me? I’ll let you get a feel for him.”
Having to watch was difficult enough. No part of me wanted to contribute to the domination of my stepbrother. I stood in silence for a few moments hoping it was a joke. Reggie soon insisted.
“What’s good? Someone’s gotta take him to go potty. He patiently held his bladder until you got here. It’d be a shame if he had to hold it until tomorrow.”
I looked down at Max. He showed no signs of objection to me walking him. I needed to know what led him to submit to Reggie and Zaire. It was clear they held complete control over him. Even in my presence, he wouldn’t oppose them.
“Fine.”
I caved under the pressure. I convinced myself it was necessary so I could speak with him. Deep down, I was worried about what they would do to us if I said no.
I snagged the leash from Reggie and headed outside. While the sun had already set, I felt immensely insecure walking a naked man on a leash. It was oddly more uncomfortable for me to treat Max like a pet than it was for me to be treated as a pet the weekend prior.
The football house neighbored a wooded area with a secluded trail. I followed behind my powerless older brother as he led me down the dirt path. The air was a brisk 60 degrees. The only noise breaking up the silence of the night were the leaves crunching beneath us and the jingle of the bells hanging out of my stepbrother’s ass. Outside of my disgust for what I was being forced to do, it was a peaceful walk.
We continued until we were out of sight. Without Reggie or Zaire’s supervision, I removed his gag.
“Max, what the fuck is going on? What did they do to you? Why are they treating you like a dog?”
He looked at me with disappointment.
“I’m sorry, Tyler. I hoped that you would never see me like this. I am embarrassed to admit it, but this is who I am.”
“I’ve been a pet for 2 years now. It started freshman year when I met Zaire. He brought me to a kickback with some of the older guys. I was so excited to be with the football team I set aside my rationality. We played a stupid game and set up a bet beforehand. Trying to impress them, I took the risk and ended up losing.”
“I stood no chance against the older big black football players. Zaire couldn’t defend me either. I was stripped of all my clothing, collared, and blindfolded. I spent the rest of the day serving as their tiny white pet. They fed me dog food, took me outside, taught me tricks, and put me to bed in a crate. All the while, I was fondled and teased.”
“While I was devastated in the moment, I later struggled to shake my submissive feelings. In the presence of any black students, I found myself trying to appease them. When Zaire gave me the opportunity to role-play again, I couldn’t say no.”
“Zaire gave me the name Chichi. The guys refer to me by that name whenever I’m in their care. My life as their pet is kept between me and a handful of Zaire’s black teammates. If they do bring others around, I’m masked to protect my identity. They must feel you are worthy of knowing about me. I’m embarrassed, but I trust them.”
Having now spoken with him, my fears were undeniable. I sucked my stepbrother’s dick before he unknowingly raped me at the party. I didn’t have the balls to tell him what happened. Even though he was comfortable with being a perverted dog, I loosely held onto what was left of my pride as a man. I set my frustration aside and continued to listen.
“I’m deeply ashamed, but being treated like a dog makes me happy. Once you set your pride aside, it’s freeing to obey. Although humiliating at times, it’s fulfilling to serve my owners. When this collar is on, I am a thoughtless pet. My only responsibility is to obey.”
I snapped back at him in denial. He sounded so ridiculous. The Max I once knew was far more masculine. He would’ve never let other men treat him this way.
“You don’t think it’s weird to crawl around with your penis showing and stuff stuck up your ass? Performing like a show pony while they laugh at you? Can’t you act like a dog with clothes on?”
Max looked at me sincerely.
“They can decorate me however they want. Ultimately, I don’t care what I look like. Deep down, I was always meant to be a bitch.”
“Although surrendering isn’t easy at first, it quickly becomes an addiction. I stand no chance against them. Knowing they can do whatever they want to my body excites me.”
The more Max spoke, the more I understood him. I was reminded of the feelings from the party once again. Crawling helplessly through the dining room, being watched, being groped, something about that pleased me.
“Since you hold my leash, I will do whatever you say. If you wish to punish me for disappointing you I’d understand. Give me the command and I will obey.”
I didn’t seek revenge for what he did to me at the party or for letting me down as a role model. I held complete power over him yet it didn’t matter to me. I just wanted to get this over with.
“Just hurry up and pee. I don’t want to be out here any longer than we have to.”
Max replied.
“Yes Sir.”
Max headed to the nearest tree. I watched him lift his leg as a dog would. A steady steamy stream soiled the dirt beneath him. He crawled back to me as the last droplets fell from his tip.
“Thank you for taking me out. I feel terrible that you were burdened with the responsibility of letting me pee. Don’t worry, the guys will let me poop in the morning. I’ll save you the trouble of tending to my hole and cleaning up after me.”
The shamelessness he showed towards me was discomforting. He had always been my superior. I couldn’t understand why he was comfortable bowing to me.
“Put the gag back in my mouth. I don’t want them to catch us talking. Once we’re back inside, hand me back over to them. They will take care of the rest.”
My concern for Max’s safety was set aside. I needed to pass off the leash. I hated being his owner. I would rather be back at the party than order him around.
“Fine!”