I put his gag back on and followed him back inside the football house. The guys were waiting patiently for our return. I handed my stepbrother back to his owner, Zaire.
“Took you long enough. You must’ve been shy having to go in front of your brother.”
Max hung his head as Zaire rubbed his neck.
“Alright Chichi, time for you to go back in the cage.”
Zaire unclipped the leash from my stepbrother’s collar. Max sulked on his crawl to the crate. He entered on his own without a struggle. Once inside, Zaire shut the crate door behind him and locked it with a key.
Max agreeably laid down inside of the black wire cage. While he wasn’t thrilled to be locked away, he showed no concern for his freedom. Until someone let him out, he would be trapped in there.
With Max settled on the crate floor, Zaire grabbed the handle on top of his crate and lifted it with ease. Simultaneously, Reggie opened the closet door that was in the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Zaire carried my caged stepbrother to the closet like a duffle bag. He stored Max inside and shut the closet door.
With Max put away, their focus shifted to me. Reggie spoke to me as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
“What’s that look on your face? Are you surprised by your big bro’s secret pet life?”
I awkwardly stood with a blank stare.
“This all started as a humiliating punishment. Zaire and I were freshmen at the time. The seniors made the freshman bring white boys to the house for them to beat up on.”
“Zaire and I got a lot of cred for bringing Max around. The older guys made him their bitch for the day. Max was terrified of the older guys. He did whatever they said.”
“When he left the next day, he didn’t say a word to either of us. I figured that would be it for him. Zaire thought differently. It took him a little while, but he convinced your bro to come back to our place. The two of us got him to strip and act like a pet again.”
“From that day on, Zaire and I trained him like a dog. It didn’t take long for him to confess his true feelings. He thanked us for making him our bitch.”
“You know it deep down. You’re embarrassed to admit it, but you share those feelings. You can only ignore your desires for so long. I can help you achieve them.”
Reggie read my mind. My stepbrother’s confession resonated with me. Those feelings of pleasure from last weekend were real. Like Max, I felt inferior to these large black men. I felt compelled to obey them despite the horrors they enacted on me.
“Are you going to turn me into a dog like my brother?”
Reggie smiled.
“Come back tomorrow night and I’ll show you.”
I couldn’t believe I was considering such a demeaning offer. I battled with my thoughts for minutes before conditionally accepting.
“Can you promise me no one will find out? Not even my stepbrother?”
Reggie maintained his smile.
“Say less. Come by around 7. I’ll make the preparations.”
I left the football house with mixed emotions. I was ashamed to be considering this at all, yet, I found my stepbrother’s predicament oddly cute. Regardless of my shame, I stuck to my commitment.
Chapter 3: Becoming his Bitch
Against my better judgment, I decided to return to Reggie’s. Despite my conflict, I couldn’t reject the urge to experience those feelings again.
I arrived late Saturday night around 7. I entered as I had for the pregame a couple of weeks earlier. Reggie awaited me at the door. My stepbrother was nowhere in sight, nor were any of Reggie’s friends.
Reggie was deliberate with each word. Unlike our last couple of interactions, he was very serious. Wasting no time, he presented me with a thick red leather collar. Along with it came the rules for the night.
“Once you put on this collar, you must do whatever I say. If you disobey, I will punish you.”
“You will refer to me with ‘Yes Sir’ or ‘No Sir’. You will speak when spoken to unless it’s an emergency.”
“Your name will be Mimi. You will only respond to Mimi when you have this collar on.”
“All other rules will be taught once the collar is on. If you accept, put on the collar.”
Reggie handed me the collar. I stared at it for a while thinking about what I was about to do. After a moment of hesitation, I strapped the collar around my neck. I had come this far. There was no turning back now.
With the collar on, Reggie ordered me to strip. I cautiously stripped down one article of clothing at a time. With each article removed, my feelings of inferiority grew. While Reggie had seen me naked already, I was embarrassed to be seen.
Now naked, Reggie commanded me again.
“Down!”
Reggie’s commands were threatening. If I didn’t obey, punishment awaited me. With the collar on, that punishment could be anything. I feared Reggie, but that fear excited me.
“You will be on all fours for the rest of the night. Do you understand?”
I looked up and replied as instructed.
“Yes Sir.”
Reggie patted me on the head and complimented me.
“Good boy.”
Like Max, Reggie ran me through some basic tricks. He taught me how to heel, wag, sit, roll over, etc.
Having watched Max, I knew all of the tricks already. I practiced heeling against his right leg just as Max had, I practiced wagging my butt as if I had a tail, and the most degrading of all, I practiced presenting my tiny penis to Reggie.
During each trick, Reggie manhandled me as you would a puppy. He slapped my ass, fondled my balls, and rubbed every inch of my body. I was pinned to the floor, pushed around, and dragged by the collar throughout the training.
The more he groped me, the more I felt comfortable with submitting to him. It was pathetic to be trained by another man, yet, it felt natural to obey him. I was quickly turning into his bitch.
Once I demonstrated all of the tricks for him, Reggie ordered me to stay and headed to the closet. He returned with a leash, a blindfold, lube, and a black rubber tail with a plug on the end of it.
“Alright Mimi, time for a walk.”
While I was unfortunately fucked by my stepbrother at the party, I had never held any object in my ass sober. The night intensified in the blink of an eye. I was no stranger to humiliation at this point. Being plugged up was brand new.
“Show me your hole.”
I reluctantly presented my ass to Reggie. My body shook as I anticipated the penetration of my ass. Reggie kneeled and lubed me up before forcing the plug deep inside me. I let out a huge moan and flinched as it worked its way to the base of my rectum.
Reggie gave me a few slaps on the rear causing the tail to jiggle and tug on my hole. The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt. The plug was much thicker than what I remember of Max’s penis.
While I concentrated on the pressure in my ass, Reggie pulled the blindfold over my eyes. Once it was tied behind my head, I felt him clip the leash to my collar.
“Wait Sir, where are we going?”
Reggie yanked my leash.
“Don’t speak unless spoken to bitch.”
I shuttered fearful of a punishment. Thankfully, Reggie mercilessly carried on. It was foolish of me to question him.
Reggie led me to the front door. As I feared, we were headed outside. I sat beside him in his apartment hallway where anyone could see me. I began sweating from the fear of being caught.