I licked the mushroom tip, I drank the flowing precum, I pulled back the foreskin with my lips and swirled my tongue around the head, tickling the sweet spot on the underside. His uncut cock had a smelly, dark taste. I licked up and down as if his prick were a lollipop. I went for his balls, but Mickey pulled me up by my hair and demanded that I suck.
I opened wide, wider than I thought possible, and took the mushroom head into my mouth and started bobbing. James got pretty excited. “Make him suck more. Push down his head.” In fact, my kid brother came over and did just that for him, smashing my head into Mickey’s crotch. Now I gagged and retched and coughed and choked. This was different. I never had anything like this in my mouth and ramming down my throat. It was torture, I couldn’t breathe. I thought I would die.
James lifted my head as I took a panicked deep breath and then he shoved me down so hard that Mickey’s monster cock pushed right down my gullet, pubic hair in my nose, precum barely lubricating. Help, my throat is too narrow. This could never fit. James pushed harder, pushing my tonsils aside, deep in. I blacked out for a second, going completely limp as Billy yelled that they were killing me.
James laughed, “No, he can do it. Just watch. Breathe and suck!” He pushed my head once more and Mickey’s cock went deeper. Mickey began to grunt and started humping his hips while James held my head down. Mickey was out of control, violently smashing into me, yelling “fuck you faggot, take my cum you disgusting bitch, fucking queer whore slut.” My face must be red, my head spinning from lack of oxygen. Mickey is thrusting with his whole body, his hips jackhammering his huge cock deep into my abused throat while James holds my head tight. I can’t last any longer, trying everything to make him cum, fingering his balls, tickling his taint. In desperation, I press my finger deep in his ass.
Mickey yelled “What the fuck,” but it worked as he shot his load so deep in my throat that I tasted nothing. But then, maybe my sense of taste was long gone. I pulled my finger out. As he slowed, I painfully lifted my aching head and, running on automatic, sucked the last dregs of his cum, opened my mouth, pushed out my tongue covered in white goo, the disgusting mixture dripping down my chin and onto the floor. Mickey spat in disgust on my cum-dripping tongue.
“What a repulsive faggot whore. You are revolting” as Mickey gave me a disdainful look of repulsion (perhaps buyer’s remorse, a bit of gay anxiety, blown with a finger up his ass by a faggot). On command from James, I licked Mickey’s still massive tool clean, pulling down the foreskin to get every last drop, and then I swallowed and gently slipped the deflating monster back into his pants and zipped him up.
Mickey was right of course. How else would you describe a guy on his knees, drooling spit and cum as it drips down his face and chin onto the floor, hair disheveled, tears staining his cheeks, still red-faced from the lack of oxygen, kneeling in submission to boys years his junior? That’s me, a repulsive, faggot whore.
Then James proudly says: “He may be a repulsive faggot, but you guys just got your first blowjob from an expert. Pretty amazing, isn’t it?” Both guys nodded enthusiastically, big, satisfied grins on their faces. I guess Mickey quickly got over being blown by a faggot.
And then out from my cum-stained mouth came the pathetic words of gratitude to Mickey: “Thank you Sir for the honor of sucking such a magnificent penis.” I croaked, my voice hoarse and barely audible. My throat was so raw, swallowing saliva was painful. He did not say a word about the finger I shoved up his ass that made him cum. That would be gay. Instead, he had the look of triumph, a conquering hero who was justly rewarded.
“Servant, you made a mess of the floor. Disgusting. Clean it up,” James commands. Mickey and Billy assumed I would get a rag from the kitchen. I know better, that is not what James wants. Without another word, I lean down to lick the floor clean of the splattered cum and spit along with whatever dirt was there. As I am lowering myself, James places his shoe on part of the mess and then lifts up his shoe with his heel on the floor, slime dripping from the sole. I do not even look up as my job is clear. I lick clean the cum and spit and whatever else was on the bottom of his shoe. My kid brother then presses the shoe into my face and pushes me down.
Amazement turns to hoots of laughter, watching me grovel as I quickly recover and lick the floor clean with my tongue. I look up at James who nods. I stick out my tongue for all to see the sperm, the spit, the dirt. With the next nod, I swallow, followed by a string of vulgar words to describe me, but by then I am deaf and dumb, my brain shut down. James looks on once again with the pride of conquest, the knowledge that he is number one in the house, a real man whose gayness is hidden to all but me. The show over, he ruffles my hair, petting me like a well-trained animal. All this in front of two teenagers who have known and respected me as the cool big brother.
The guys high fived, sat down on the couch to watch the football game as James ordered me to bring the beer and snacks. This was my kid brother. He had become an evil slave master. At least I know why, but the loss twisted the knife even deeper in my heart.
I dutifully went into the kitchen, but simply collapsed and lay down on the floor and sobbed. This was the worst moment since I was tased that first day. I was now more alone in the world than ever. My last connection to the world, the brother I loved with all my heart, had become a tyrant. He has long stopped calling me by my name, Benjie, the last vestige of who I once was. He just calls me servant and degrading, humiliating names like everyone else does. Hope long gone, I searched my soul for an ounce of courage to do something, to be a man. There was none to be found.
James yelled for the beer and I stood up, brought them their beer and snacks, and then went back to the kitchen and listened to them laugh and yell about the game. I heard James promise that we could do this again, it was so cool to share me and the secret with his best buddies. How nice that I could help my closeted gay brother bond with his best friends.
I crawled into my cage and shut the cage door. I had not eaten, nothing to drink, I was surprised that I was even breathing. My throat felt liken the worst strep, each time I swallowed, it felt like shards of glass shredding my throat. My head was splitting from pulled hair and the skull fucking. The laughter ringing in my ears. I tried to shut down, but my heart was racing, my mind swirling with explosions of cum and piss and blood.
My Fate is Sealed
I heard the door open and my former father telling the well-mannered boys that they could sit down. He asked how everyone was doing. Billy immediately said it was a great afternoon and told them how impressed he was with their bonded servant, how obedient and well-trained. Mickey added that the servant took care of their every need. I could imagine the smirks exchanged in front of my clueless former father. Of course, when my mother came into the kitchen, saw my wretched self, curled up in my cage, she gasped and quickly left the room. I am a motherless child.