I cringe in a reflex, pathetic reaction. “Please, no Master, no. I beg you, I will obey.” James gives a smirk and moves his crotch a bit closer to my face.
I am crying now, to the confused amazement of Billy and Mickey. And then they watch as I pull down my kid brother’s zipper, lick his boxers where the head of his penis juts out hard, and take out my brother’s penis.
“Holy shit,” they both cry out. “What the fuck are you doing?” James tells them to watch as I lick the precum and swirl my tongue on the piss hole, my tears dripping on his cock even as I begin to swallow. They both are awe struck, two teenagers who were never close to a blow job in their lives. I am bobbing now, up and down on my brother’s cock.
“That’s so gay!” both boys cry out.
“Of course not” says James calmly, “I am the man getting the blowjob and this is a faggot bonded servant who does not really count as a man anymore. Nothing gay about feeding your hungry pet.” I have become an it, a sexless obedient beast of burden. The limp piece of meat between my legs, my once proud manhood, the hard, thick dick that fucked my girlfriend Paula, is no longer a real man’s dick. It is a useless, neutered phallus, an object of humor and abuse. I am like a chimpanzee in the zoo which kids giggle at if it springs a boner, all pink and funny looking. But of course I am not hard at all. All that matters when it comes to sex now in my neutered state is my mouth and my ass.
“You want to see raw faggot animal talent? Watch this” and James begins to face fuck my skull, smashing me against his pubes and holding me there until my face is turning red and I make choking sounds. Then he pounds some more as the two guys watch with mouth-opened awe.
James spits on my face, “here is some extra lube.” He grunts and pumps, smashing my nose again against his pubes. Like me, he is no slouch in the dick department, his cock deep in my throat. But I can take it by now, having been well trained with daily practice.
“You know guys,” James is speaking as if it is a normal conversation with friends while I am on my knees slobbering over his cock, “My faggot servant here was once the hot college jock who thought he was better than all of us (James let out a satisfied groan as he spoke). “All my life, he was number one and I was forced to trail behind him. Most popular. My father’s favorite. Now, I kind of like the rebalance, divine justice, isn’t it. He’s not so haughty anymore.” James laughs and grunts again. “Look at this pitiful pussy licking my dick, lapping up my precum like the animal he has become, lower than a dog (he pets my head as I bob up and down) . A dog at least has some sense of pride. I am number one in our house now and before you is not a man, but some pathetic object whose only worth is to be on its knees sucking cock. That’s why this is definitely not gay.”
And James, my kid brother, slaps my face, hard, in front of his buddies. I don’t stop sucking.
When did the sibling love I always believed we shared turn to envy and then hatred? At least now I understand why and how my kid brother who I thought loved me has become my oppressor.
“What do you say, faggot bitch cumslut?” I whimper a garbled “thank you, Master,” knowing that calling me dirty names will turn him on more and get this hell over with.
It works. My kid brother blasts and cums, as always, some overflowing since I am not allowed to swallow yet, my brother’s copious, thick white sperm dripping down my chin. To add to his display of power and humiliation, he pulls out his hard penis and sprays the last two shots in my eyes and on my nose. Cum drips down my face. James commands me to wait, letting his white slime continue dripping until some drops to the floor. Then, I am allowed to use my finger to at least wipe my eyes and nose to add to the sperm in my mouth, licking each finger. The boys look on in awe and disgust.
Of course, I follow the prescribed finishing touch ritual demanded by my brother as that is what a spineless coward does. I swirl his cum in my mouth and display. He tells me to show the guests, pulls my head back by my hair, turns my face so that they can see, a bubbling foam of my brother’s sperm and semen and spit. There is a combined look of even greater disgust mixed with horny excitement. He nods and they watch me swallow. The guys make disgusting, gross noises, mocking me with swallowing sounds, laughing and pointing as I wipe and lick the drool from my body as I always am commanded to do.
In front of these two teenagers, I thank James for the honor of swallowing his manly cum, head bowed in defeat. The guys really burst out laughing at me, pathetic as I am: “What a fucking faggot.” “Lower than shit.”
“Pretty cool, right?” says James as I lick his cock clean and carefully replace it in his pants, but not before he slaps my face with his big penis. “I get this whenever I want. I haven’t jerked off in a month. It’s not gay if a faggot bonded servant does the job. I probably am doing something kind. What more could a faggot want than a juicy cock?” Head bent in submission, still on my knees, I am beet red with exertion, shame and humiliation. That is all I am, a cum dump whore for my kid brother, the very gay kid I was protecting.
Mickey, the bulging outline of his hard cock in his shorts, says “Okay, I will keep the secret. But he has to blow us, too.” Billy’s head is nodding excitedly. James looks skeptical, “He really is my bonded servant, he belongs to my family.” But they insist that their blowjobs must be part of the secret.
“I guess there is no harm. He probably would enjoy some dick variety and taste different flavors of spunk. Like tasting different flavors at the ice cream store.” Everyone laughed as I died one more death.
James signaled me to crawl over to Billy who was already pulling down his shorts. I obey of course as I am on automatic. Out popped a thin five incher, much smaller than my kid brother’s dick. At least this would be easy. I swirl my tongue on the glans, I lick his precum, I swallow his dick in one gulp and even get his small balls in as well. Billy begins to sway as if he would faint and James jumps over to hold him up. Billy moans and grunts and, sure enough, lasts less than 30 seconds as he explodes in my mouth, acrid sperm shooting down my throat. Of course, I saved enough to display, tongue out, covered with white slime.
“Thank you Sir, for allowing me to suck your beautiful cock,” I lied. Billy fell back on the couch as I crawled over to Mickey. He was shorter than I and barely was shaving so I expected another teenage 18 year old cock. As I unzipped his pants, I could see a massive bulge. Mickey had the look of a confident jock who knew what he had to offer. I pulled a monster tool out of his boxers as James and Billy looked on with awe. I had never seen anything this big and thick, and long as well. I could handle the length, but his dick was wide like the proverbial beer can.
James smiled that sick grin: “Servant, I guess you have your work cut out for you. Be glad that monster isn’t going up your pussy.” Both guys first looked quizzical, then grossed out and finally they laughed. Me, the once upon a time jock, now with a pussy that could be violated by any real man’s cock.