The Reluctant Slave - Part 4

4. Evan Morgan - A Disgraceful Performance

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

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I was frantic, nearly hysterical.

With Monet's help, I'd put Swallow, I mean Sean, into 
my bed as soon as I got him home. We'd determined he 
was okay physically, and he would heal in time, but I 
could see he was still in deep shock and I didn't want 
to leave him by himself.

"I'm so sorry Sean! I didn't know! I really didn't 
know!" I kept babbling on, weeping as I used a cold 
damp compress to gently cool the bruises swelling up 
all over his face. He was looking up at me in a sad 
helpless way, and I could see he was remembering over 
and over again how Trevor and Steve had raped him and 
then how his brother had come to the rescue, reassuring 
him and trying to protect him.

It made no sense. How had I ended up owning Brad 
Cahill's brother? I needed to see Noel straight away, 
but I knew he wouldn't be home until after football 
training in another 3 hours. I had to find out what was 
happening and then decide what to do.

But as I gently questioned Sean, as he told me of what 
had happened to his family, how he and his family 
including Brad had been enslaved four weeks previously 
due to his father being charged and sentenced for tax 
evasion, a nagging feeling deep inside me began to 
grow.

Then when he told me what had happened since, of the 
horrors he and his brothers had been through and how 
Noel had suddenly turned up to immediately set Brad 
free but keeping Justin and himself, it was as if a 
bomb had exploded in my mind.

Suddenly everything fell into place.

This was it! Noel's ultimate revenge against Brad 
Cahill!

I felt as if an icy blade had entered my lungs as I 
thought of the magnitude of what Noel had done, and how 
he'd played me as well by giving Sean to me as a gift 
to be my very own personal pleasure slave.

The irony wasn't lost on me as I imagined how my 
brother must have laughed as he thought of how I'd use 
Sean to satisfy my own sexual needs.

But this was Brad's brother, Sean Cahill!

And then there was Brad, the one person at high school 
who'd stood up for me and who I considered my all-time 
teenage role-model and football hero. A young teenage 
hunk who I adored from afar, who I had a secret crush 
on and who'd taken the time to stop by, see how I was 
and had been so kind to me.

No wonder he hated me! And I knew he hated me!

I'd seen it in his blue eyes early that afternoon. And 
how could he not hate me? Not after everything I'd done 
to his brother today.

Again my heart jumped a few beats as I thought of how 
insensitive I'd been to Sean and how I'd betrayed him 
by giving him to all those guys at school so he could 
give them blow jobs.

It was three hours later I finally got to confront 
Noel. He'd come in the back door, dragging young Justin 
Cahill behind him, trying to avoid the other slaves as 
well as my parents as he made his way up to his 
bedroom.

And I could see why. Justin was bleeding from every 
orifice and was black and blue all over. He looked like 
he'd been severely beaten repeatedly and he was having 
trouble standing on his own two feet.

I followed as Noel literally dragged the poor young 
abused teenager up to his bedroom, and then watched as 
my brother dumped him on the floor next to his large 
king-sized bed. Then ushering me out of his way, he 
slammed his door closed and locked it behind us.

"What have you done, Noel?" I said to him immediately, 
shaking my head in utter dismay and horror.

"Oh don't look so sanctimonious, Evan. After football 
practice all the guys just wanted to have some fun. 
Turns out the kid here is a real squealer, so he needed 
to be silenced a few times before he got into the swing 
of things." Noel said, oblivious to the pain the young 
boy must have been feeling.

"Now, about this afternoon, well, don't worry about it. 
Yes, these used to be Brad Cahill's brothers, but 
they're only slaves now, our slaves, so you'd better 
remember that." Noel continued.

"Anyway, how's your slave doing? Not too damaged I 
hope?" he added, looking at me as I stared back at him 
in disbelief.

"You did this to him, to Brad! This is your way of 
getting back at him for punching you all those weeks 
ago! How could you? I never dreamed you could be this 
vindictive!" I stuttered, looking down at Brad's 
youngest brother laying there battered and bruised on 
the floor.

"Oh spare me the pity-pot for fucks sake! Yes, I got 
back at him, fucked that faggot-girl over real good, 
and I can promise you he'll never recover from this 
anytime in the near future. Let that be a lesson to any 
low-life who might think about taking me on!" he said 
hurriedly, as he leaned down, picked Justin up and 
threw him on his back onto his bed.

"Anyhow, forget about that cunt! Listen up, Evan! I got 
some friends coming over Friday afternoon to stay the 
weekend and we're preparing a special present to give 
to you. Make up for the terrible things that happened 
at school today. So be here Sunday evening around 
11:30pm. Now get the fuck out of my room! I'm still 
horny and I intend to have some fun with my little 
slave whore here before I crash out." He said, 
dismissing me as he turned his full lustful attentions 
towards Justin.

I didn't go to school for the rest of the week. I 
stayed in my room and tendered to Sean. He was slowly 
opening up to me more, telling me of how his life used 
to be before his enslavement and what he and his family 
used to do for fun.

He loved his oldest brother with a passion, a mix of 
unconditional adulation and brotherly love that made me 
feel really envious. I didn't have the same 
relationship with my brother, and it was doubtful that 
we ever could.

I stayed away from my brother, avoiding him as much as 
I could, but by Friday evening, I could hear loud 
muffled noises coming from Noel's bedroom just up the 
hallway from my room. I figured his friends had turned 
up and Noel was probably partying on with them. My 
heart went out to young Justin, as I knew he would have 
to suffer their combined cruel lusts and do whatever 
they wanted.

At 11pm on Sunday, August finally came to my bedroom 
with a message from Noel, asking me to come to his room 
straight away.

At first I didn't want to go, but I knew if I didn't 
send August back immediately telling my brother I'd be 
there, Noel and his friends would probably come barging 
into my room, or he would definitely take out his anger 
at me on Justin, as well as August.

How can I express the shock I felt as I entered Noel's 
bedroom and saw what was happening in there. Maybe I 
should have expected it, knowing Noel loved to do 
anything that would humiliate and degrade me, while 
grossing me out at the same time.

Still, I was stunned into shocked silence as I walked 
into Noel's room to find my brother sitting comfortably 
on the edge of his bed, naked from the waist down with 
his legs spread wide apart.

Between Noel's legs knelt Brad, my role-model, my 
football hero, with his hands clasped tightly behind 
his back. Completely naked, Brad quickly sucked up and 
down the full length of my brother's large erect cock, 
taking the raging throbbing shaft all the way into his 
mouth each time while making loud obscene slurping 
noises.

Sitting in a sofa chair on the other side of the room, 
smiling contemptuously as he watched Brad blowing my 
brother sat Trevor Newby. Also naked, his large solid 
hairy body slumped back, his thick hairy legs spread 
wide apart, Trevor was thoroughly enjoying the loud 
sucking sensations Justin's mouth and throat were 
giving his long erect cock.

And sitting back comfortably in Noel's computer chair, 
with his legs spread wide apart, sat Steve Newby. Like 
Trevor, he too was naked and watching Brad sucking up 
and down Noel's throbbing cock, while at the same time, 
he too enjoyed the expert blow job August was giving 
him.

Suddenly the memories of when Brad had stood tall and 
proud and then punched Noel in the face and knocked him 
out flashed through my mind as I tried vainly to 
reconcile the vision of my high school football hero 
now on trembling knees between my brother's legs, 
sucking Noel's large cock into his mouth.

Also, the image of Brad picking up Steve bodily over 
his head and throwing him across the room flashed 
through my mind, while the memory of how he'd beaten 
Trevor into unconsciousness reminded me that Brad could 
definitely look after himself.

I knew instantly that in some way Brad was being 
coerced into doing this against his will and it didn't 
take a brain surgeon to work out that Noel must be 
using Brad's two brothers against him to make him do 
what he wanted.

Maybe it shouldn't have upset me really. I now knew 
Noel would do anything to take out his revenge on Brad, 
and it looked like his vengeance included reducing Brad 
into nothing more than a cock-sucking, arse-fucked 
pleasure slave to sate Noel's perverted lusts in front 
of his friends.

But it did upset me, and I was starting to feel 
nauseous when Noel started to roughly face-fuck Brad's 
slobbering sucking mouth in a cruel violent manner in 
front of me.

I didn't want to see this side of Noel, of how cruel 
and vicious my brother could be to any helpless person 
or slave who had no way to fight back or resist.

Also, I really didn't want to see Brad being completely 
degraded and humiliated in this way.

"Like I've always told you, bro, he's nothing but a 
fucking faggot-girl! A fucking cock sucking queer-girl 
who's finally accepting his place in life! And to think 
this cunt had the gall to think he was better than me!" 
Noel grunted maliciously as he thrust his groin 
savagely upwards, ramming his hard cock all the way to 
the back of Brad's mouth, bruising the entire lining of 
his throat as Noel made Brad gag uncontrollably with 
each brutal thrust.

"This is what happens to faggot scum who decide to lay 
a hand on me and my friends and think they can get away 
with it, hey bro!" Noel grunted out even louder as he 
grasped both of Brad's ears in a painful pincer grip 
and began pounding away, setting up a vicious fuck pace 
that made Brad's head whiplash back and forth in rhythm 
to my brother's large cock slamming in and out of his 
mouth.

Suddenly I wanted to get away. There was no need for me 
to be here as Noel continued to humiliate and torment 
Brad, so turning to leave, I quickly opened the door.

"If you walk out of my room now, bro, I'll have both 
Trevor and Steve castrate the cunt and his little 
brother right here and now, and then tomorrow morning 
I'll sell both their sorry boy-pussies to the Ukraine 
Sulfur mines. As you know, neither will last a week in 
those mines without any balls. Now get your ass back in 
here, close and lock the door, and sit yourself down 
over in the corner of the room. I've still got to show 
you how well faggot-girl here is coming along!" Noel 
said in a quiet ominous voice, as he suddenly pushed 
Brad's loudly gagging mouth away from his large 
leaking, throbbing dick, and gave Brad a ferocious 
backhand across his humiliated badly beaten face.

At first I stood there deciding if I would call Noel's 
bluff or not, but I knew by the tone of my brother's 
voice he was deadly serious this time. Just the sight 
of Brad's bowed submissive head, how he'd been bashed 
and beaten around his face, how his naked muscled lean 
body appeared to be covered in black and blue 
contusions and a thick layer of perspiration, and 
trembling uncontrollably in fear as he knelt naked 
before Noel's parted legs, sent a wave of sympathy 
through me.

As I did what Noel demanded of me and then sat down, I 
suddenly realised I was now seriously concerned for 
Brad's, Sean's and Justin's safety. Maybe if I spoke to 
father about it later? For the moment though, all I 
could do was watch and listen as Noel stood up while 
slowly stroking his still fully erect penis, and 
gestured for Brad to move his ass and get on the bed on 
his back.

"The first thing you got to learn, bro, is don't take 
any shit from any faggot-girl. Always remember, they're 
just low-life cunts to be fucked whenever you want to, 
and when you tell them to do something, they better do 
it straight away. Now assume the position and start 
begging me to fuck you bitch, and make it sound really 
good. I want my little bro here to see just how much of 
a queer ass faggot-girl you really are!" Noel snarled 
at Brad.

As Trevor and Steve laughed and applauded, urging Noel 
on, again my heart skipped a beat and went out to Brad 
as he immediately arranged himself on top of Noel's 
bed. On his back, Brad grabbed both his ankles, pulled 
them up towards his head and spread his legs outwards 
as far apart as he could.

For the first time I found myself staring at Brad's 
enormous erect penis and large dangling hairless balls. 
It was something I could only dream about in my 
fantasies. There he was on his back, holding his legs 
wide apart and my eyes were glued to his rock-hard 
cock, which must have been 8 or nine inches long and so 
very thick. I couldn't believe it. I'd never seen 
anything that big in my life, and found myself blushing 
in embarrassment, hoping Noel and his friends hadn't 
seen me ogling Brad's genitals in such a lustful way.

And as Brad forced his legs even further apart, with 
his finely chiseled body doubled up at the waist and 
his firm buttocks raised high off the bed, his butt 
cheeks immediately spread wide apart to reveal his 
already stretched, red raw arsehole to Noel's, Trevor's 
and Steve's leering gaze. Then lifting his head and 
looking up at Noel and smiling in a sexy feminine 
submissive way, Brad began begging my brother to please 
fuck him.

"Daddy, please fuck my worthless little girl's vagina, 
please Daddy! Daddy, please fuck my useless sloppy cunt 
with your huge manly fuck-pole, please Daddy!" Brad 
cooed and pleaded loudly in a high pitched, girlish 
voice that made me cringe inwardly.

"Now that's not good enough girl! In fact, it was 
fucking hopeless! You just aren't begging hard enough! 
Now start again, and make me believe you really want me 
to fuck you! And you'd better put your whole heart and 
soul into it this time! Beg me like the true faggot-
girl that you really are!" Noel grated furiously.

I could see that Brad, under the façade of the 
sensually smiling and enthusiastic face he wore to 
please my brother, was absolutely humiliated and very 
frightened. But gripping his ankles tighter, Brad 
forced his smooth hairless muscular spread legs further 
apart, which lifted his buttock up even higher into the 
air, opening the lips of his used and puffed up anus 
wider. Immediately Brad again commenced begging Noel to 
fuck him in a louder shrill little girl's voice.

"Daddy, please fuck my faggot-girl's sloppy vagina, 
please Daddy! Daddy, please make me squeal like a happy 
queer cunt by fucking me really hard, please Daddy!" 
Brad continued begging as Noel stared down at him in 
triumph.

I couldn't tear my eyes away. There was Brad, my 
muscle-bound idol, our ex-high school football team 
captain, the most masculine teenage guy I knew begging 
to be fucked in a make-believe girl's voice that send 
shivers of shame through me, while utterly degrading 
himself in the most perverse way possible in front of 
my brother Noel, his friends, and me.

"Okay, slut! You've talked me into it! You're even 
looking like a proper faggot-girl, so I'll give you a 
treat and fuck you dry!" Noel relented with a snarl, as 
he quickly crawled on top of Brad's outspread legs, and 
pushed his large leaking erection all the way up Brad's 
anus.

As Noel sank his thick cock-shaft all the way up to his 
balls, and then pumped his cock in and out of Brad's 
completely stretched arsehole a few times, Noel 
suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"You know bro? There's nothing finer than fucking the 
slack pussy-hole of our ex-high school's top sports 
jock, turning him into your own personal queer bitch 
girl. And you want to know something, Evan? His loving 
this so much his leaking all over his own stomach 
already! Anyway, you should try it some time!" Noel 
exclaimed in ecstasy as he immediately slammed his hips 
down and began fucking Brad as hard as he could.

Again I cringed in embarrassment for Brad as I heard a 
single sob and groan of pure shame escape his mouth 
before he immediately began thanking my brother for 
fucking his arsehole.

"Pleasure level 6, proceed!" Noel suddenly grunted in a 
firm gasping voice. Instantly I heard the air escaping 
Brad's lungs as he gasped and started to hump his 
violated spread buttocks as hard as he could upward to 
meet my brother's pounding downward thrusts.

"Oh thank you Daddy for fucking my sloppy pussy so 
hard, like only a real big dicked man can, Daddy! 
Daddy, oh it feels so good, thank you Daddy! Daddy, it 
makes my queer-girl's vagina twitch and quiver, thank 
you Daddy! Daddy, please stretch my faggot-girl's 
sloppy cunt even wider with your massive manly cock, 
please Daddy!" Brad repeated over and over again as 
Noel fucked him as if Brad were a real slave girl.

"Yeah, that's it faggot-girl! Keep begging me! Yeah, 
take my big cock like the girly fag you really are! Oh 
yeah, that's it! Tighter cunt! Make your sloppy vagina 
squeeze my dick as hard as you can! Yeah, that's it!" 
Noel spat into Brad's smiling yet frightened bright red 
bruised and battered face as my brother ferociously and 
savagely fucked Brad's arsehole, lost in an exquisite 
blissful haze of the fuck lust he was floating in.

It was a strange scene to watch unfold before me. 
Again, here was my cherished football hero and long 
time role-model, acting the part of a sluttish whore 
girl, pretending to be a pretty little girl for Noel's 
amusement, obediently, enthusiastically and eagerly 
begging my brother to dominate and fuck him in the most 
humiliating position possible.

But even stranger was how my own dick betrayed me as I 
watched the savage rutting on top Noel's bed, how my 
dick stiffened rock-hard, throbbing and pulsing in my 
bulging tented pants as I watched my brother continue 
to take his time as he brutally fucked Brad as hard as 
he could.

Suddenly Noel slowed down, and lifting his chest up a 
fraction off Brad's vulnerable sweat-covered body, he 
raised his right hand, and smashed his fist into Brad's 
now terrified smiling face.

"That's for all the times you laid a fist on me and my 
friends at school, you pathetic cunt! Now what do you 
say, queer-girl?" Noel roared as he resumed fucking 
Brad again.

"Daddy, thank you for fucking and disciplining me like 
the stupid faggot-girl I am, Daddy! Daddy, thank you 
for teaching me the errors of my queer ways, thank you 
Daddy!"

This was way too much for me. I couldn't stay silent 
anymore.

"Why are you doing this to him? Why are you tormenting 
him and making him talk in that horrible ridiculous 
way? And why the fuck am I here?" my voice rising with 
disgust, as I watched Noel fucking Brad as hard as he 
could.

But it was Steve who answered me, and as he pushed 
August's head hard down on his cock all the way, 
forcing Noel's pleasure slave to suddenly gag 
violently. Turning to me with a strange condescending 
look on his face, he shook his head as if I were an 
imbecile.

"What you going on about? The cunt's a faggot, a queer! 
Came here Friday afternoon while we were hanging out 
having some fun with Noel's new slave, and the fucker 
opened up and confessed he was a homo. Just like that! 
And then before we know what to do, he's on his knees, 
jerking off and begging to suck on Noel's knob. Wanted 
your brother to fuck him as well, for Christ sake! 
Started calling Noel his big 'Daddy'! Couldn't believe 
what we were hearing!" Steve said in a drawl as he 
looked at me.

"But because he'd got honest with us, and then begged 
both me and Trevor to do him as well, while also 
begging us to beat him up as we were fucking him, well, 
we kind of took pity on him and did what he wanted."

"Anyway, would've taken him to the cops straight 
afterwards if he didn't sign the slavery papers your 
brother had stashed up here. Looks like you got 
yourselves a new pleasure slave that loves to get 
fucked and beaten up as well, lucky bastards!" he 
ended, turning his attention back to the action on the 
bed.

"But that's not right! You know him! You know he's 
straight! How can you...?" I started but Trevor cut me 
off.

"What the fuck are you bitching about, kid? I mean, I'm 
surprised we didn't pick it up earlier either, 
especially when he was showering with us after football 
practice. If we'd known then, he'd probably be dead. 
But just take one look at his face, what his saying, 
and what his doing now and you can tell his a fucking 
faggot! Who would have thought this punk was nothing 
but a filthy masochistic queer who likes to be 
dominated!" laughed Trevor, clearly irritated I was 
making such a commotion about something so trivial.

And I did gasp in shock when I turned my attention back 
to Noel fucking my hero, watching in amazement as Brad 
suddenly lifted his head up off the mattress and begin 
licking and planting passionate kisses all over Noel's 
hairy upper chest, long thick neck, and bulging 
shoulders, before gently sucking softly under my 
brother's chin, as he continued thanking my brother for 
fucking and beating him.

For over twenty long minutes, Noel kept fucking, 
stopping at intervals to raise his fist and viciously 
smash it into Brad's face. For over twenty long 
minutes, Noel roared into Brad's badly beaten smiling 
face that he was nothing but a queer faggot-girl.

And as Noel pounded his cock into Brad as if he were 
fucking a real woman, while continuing to viciously 
punch Brad's face, Brad frantically humped his firm 
muscular buttocks up and down in rhythm to Noel's fuck 
pace, and continued to somehow smile and thank my 
brother for using him like a cheap faggot whore girl.

"Daddy, thank you for stretching my little cunt real 
wide, thank you Daddy! Daddy, please fuck my vagina 
even harder, please Daddy! Daddy, I really love your 
big manly penis sliding in and out of my loose sloppy 
pussy, thank you Daddy!" Brad cooed softly as he 
passionately kissed and licked Noel's upper chest and 
throat.

Suddenly Noel gasped out loud, utterly turned on and 
basking in Brad's passionate adulation, and as he too 
moaned and groaned, and I watched the way his naked 
hairy body stiffened and twitched, I knew for a fact my 
brother was about to orgasm.

And when he finally did shoot his pent-up juices deep 
up inside Brad's tortured bowels, Noel suddenly 
collapsed on top of him, laying there for a long while 
before he stirred, pulled his wilting uncut thick cock 
out of Brad's arsehole and rolled off him to lay 
motionless beside Brad's trembling abused body.

Without being told, Brad hurried to get up off his back 
and quickly kneeling between Noel's parted legs, and 
with his hands behind his back, he lowered his head to 
gently take my brother's still semi-hard spent organ 
all the way to the back of his mouth. And after sucking 
and licking it clean, paying special attention to lick 
any leftover slime trapped inside my brother's 
foreskin, Brad then moved his quivering mouth further 
down to carefully suck and lick on Noel's large low 
hanging hairy balls.

As I looked on, I could see the toll Noels' fists had 
taken on Brad's face. All in all, Noel must have landed 
about twenty solid knuckle-jarring punches as he'd been 
fucking Brad's arse.

Again, another wave of sympathy for Brad overwhelmed me 
as I stared sadly at his once beautiful blue eyes, 
which were now nearly swollen shut. Brad's perfectly 
pert and cute button top nose was now a bloodied nearly 
flattened mess, and his once sensually thick gorgeous 
lips were now puffed up, split and bleeding.

I knew he must be suffering intense pain as he rubbed 
and caressed his damaged lips and nose against my 
brother's big fat hairy ball sac before gently sucking 
one of Noel's testicles into his mouth. And as he 
suckled on my brother's balls, Brad continued to 
somehow maintain a semblance of a happy contented smile 
on his battered face, while moaning and cooing loudly 
as if what he was doing was the most pleasurable thing 
he'd ever done in his life.

"Well, bro! I got to admit that was the best fuck I'd 
had in a long time! And as you can see, faggot-girl's 
dick is still rock-hard and leaking. Bet you didn't 
know he came twice as I was fucking him, so I reckon 
his coming along nicely. Always thanks me when I let 
him pleasure me, and never complains when I beat the 
shit out of him." Noel said breathlessly as Brad 
swirled one of his large hairy testicles gently around 
in his slurping mouth.

"And don't worry about the injuries to his face. They 
won't scar or mark his queer looks, and he'll heal in 
no time. If not, we can get some micro-surgery done on 
him anytime. Of course, he'll be seeing a lot more of 
mine and my friends' fists later on, because we haven't 
finished punishing this cunt for his past indiscretions 
towards us. Anyway, by the time we're finished with 
him, I'm sure you won't have any problems at all when I 
eventually hand him over to you." Noel said 
contentedly, all his previous rage and fury completely 
gone.

Regardless of the fact I was feeling traumatised and 
sickened by what was happening to Brad, Noel's last 
comment definitely did grab my attention.

Was Noel really going to give Brad to me? Was it true 
Brad was now our pleasure slave? And why would Noel 
give Brad to me in any case?

"But we haven't finished yet, have we girl? Now it's 
Trevor and Steve's go. You know what to do!" Noel said 
as he got up off the bed and motioned to Trevor to have 
a go if he wanted to.

Trevor immediately looked at me and then back at Brad.

"Okay queer! Why don't you put your gym clothes back on 
again? Let Noel's little brother see just how much of a 
faggot you really are. You can do what you did earlier 
when you first came in, admitting to us all you were a 
fucking homo!" Trevor said, smiling evilly as he threw 
Brad his gym shorts, t-shirt and jock-strap.

"You see Evan, the truths in his actions and what he 
says. So watch up and see for yourself, because no-one 
made him come here and do this. And when he's finished, 
then I'll show you what a real man does with a piece of 
shit like this!" Trevor said as he turned back around 
and we watched Brad quickly get up off his back and 
pick up his high school gym clothes.

Within seconds Brad had slipped his jock strap and 
tight little gym shorts back up his legs and over his 
hips, and donned his t-shirt. To me he still looked 
awesome, even though his face was badly bruised and 
battered.

He was still a living walking wet dream, and his high 
school gym shorts clung to his firm hips in a way that 
not only outlined his firm muscled buttock and thighs, 
but truly emphasised his huge erect cock and walnut-
sized balls.

But then Brad reached down and pulled the hem at the 
bottom of the left leg of his gym shorts up, releasing 
with difficulty his large erect penis and balls for all 
to see. There he stood at attention with his muscled 
arms hanging at his sides, and his firm thick legs 
together and his huge penis fully erect jutting out 
from the leg opening of his gym shorts, with his balls 
swinging low.

"Okay, do it, homo! Show Evan what you did when you got 
here!" Trevor sneered.

And then to my astonishment, Brad began doing really 
fast jumping jacks as he looked at Trevor in a shy 
timid way. As he quickly jumped and landed in a 
position that spread his legs wide apart, he clapped 
his hands above his head. And then just as quickly Brad 
would jump up again and land on his feet with his legs 
together and his arms at his sides.

It was all too bizarre, and all I could do was watch as 
he continued doing very fast jumping jacks, his cock 
and balls bouncing up and down to the speed of him 
jumping and landing. And even though it was perversely 
outrageous, I still found it to be the most provocative 
and sensual thing I'd ever seen in my life.

"Daddy, please let me suck your big cock, please Daddy! 
Daddy, please fuck my sloppy vagina real hard, please 
Daddy!" Brad began intoning over and over again in a 
voice which imitated that of a little girl as he jumped 
up and down.

"See what I mean, Evan! That's the same guy who came 
here and admitted he was a fairy to us!" Trevor said as 
he licked his lips in lust, stepped forward, and 
backhanded Brad across his battered face.

"Now get on your back like before, queer, and I'll fuck 
you just the way you like it!" Trevor said snidely, 
watching as Brad instantly dropped down onto the floor 
on his back, lifted his knees up to his chest, and 
reaching around pulled the fabric of his gym shorts 
that covered his buttocks taut. Clearly seen by all, 
where the seam running down the back of Brad's gym 
shorts was stitched was a large hole which had been 
ripped into them so as to give direct access from the 
outside to Brad's anus.

The rest of how Trevor humiliated and beat up Brad as 
he fucked him began to numb my mind. I watched as 
Trevor knelt at the base of Brad's buttock, lifted my 
hero's legs over his shoulders and then lay down 
heavily on top of Brad. And when in position, Brad 
obediently reached round and guided Trevor's leaking 
erection into the hole ripped into the back of his gym 
shorts and pushed his anus up onto Trevor's quivering 
eager cock.

And like Noel before him, Trevor began smashing his 
fists into Brad's face as he fucked him brutally.

Of course, once he'd finished and Brad had dutifully 
licked and sucked his semi-rigid penis clean, Steve 
stepped forward, ordered Brad to immediately strip and 
forced Brad onto his knees where he demanded a blow 
job. At the same time Steve instructed Brad to jerk 
himself off, but not to come.

Steve's thick penis and length made Brad gag repeatedly 
as he tried to take it all the way down his throat. 
Again my heart went out to him as I watched him being 
abused by Steve, and I wondered how Noel's two friends 
could really believe Brad was doing this of his own 
free will.

Maybe they didn't want to know? Maybe they just hated 
Brad so much, that any excuse to debase and humiliate 
him would do. And as I watched Steve then position Brad 
on his hands and knees, kneeling behind him as he drove 
his cock savagely all the way up his anal passage, I 
tried to look away, tried to think of a way to get out 
of here.

The sounds of Steve's fists connecting all over Brad's 
back as rode him, of Steve cursing him and smashing his 
knuckles into Brad's sides and neck, eventually made me 
turn back and watch. In my own way, I was made to watch 
Brad's humiliating shame, and if that was the case, 
then I needed to witness just how brutal and cruel my 
brother and his friends were.

Finally Steve ejaculated deep inside Brad's bowels, and 
as Brad once again licked and sucked Steve limp cock 
and balls clean, he finally stood up on unsteady feet, 
teetering there for a moment.

Immediately Noel came up to him and took Brad's chin in 
his hand.

"Time you showed your gratitude for getting real free 
men like us to fuck your worthless faggot-girl cunt! 
Also, I want you to show my bro here, just how you and 
that other hopeless slave over there clean up all the 
messes we make when we're finished! Now hurry up and 
get on with it!" Noel said firmly.

For the second time only since I'd entered the room, I 
looked over at Justin as he hurriedly got up off his 
knees from between Trevor's legs and went and lay on 
top of my brother's bed.

And as Noel, Trevor and Steve watched with muted 
amusement, Brad stood up unsteadily on the king-sized 
bed so he could step over and position his feet on both 
sides of Justin chest, facing his young brother's 
outstretched legs. Then squatting down all the way, 
balancing himself on his haunches, Brad lowered his 
just fucked and cum-filled arsehole onto his own 
younger brother's pursed lips and open mouth.

As Justin lay there staring up at his older brother's 
widely spread buttocks, he slowly masturbated himself 
as he sucked and tongued out as much of Noel's, 
Trevor's and Steve's sperm from Brad's stretched and 
gaping red raw anus.

Brad strained to stay balanced in this position, 
suddenly looked me straight in the eyes with a soul-
wrenching stare of utter anguish as he reached down 
between his widely parted knees, gripped his huge erect 
penis in his large hand and commenced jerking himself 
as sensually as he could.

"Oh Daddy, thank you for letting me play with my little 
clitty, Daddy! Daddy, thank you for letting me show you 
how I like to masturbate myself and play with my little 
ovaries, thank you Daddy! Oh Daddy, I promise to squirt 
lots of little girly juices for you, Daddy! Daddy, oh 
it feels really good, thank you Daddy!" Brad said over 
and over again while at times changing his chants of 
degradation so they became far more humiliating and 
demeaning.

Within 10 minutes, all the magnificent lean yet 
severely bruised muscles on Brad's body began to spasm 
intensely as he moaned in utter shame to the incredible 
sensations of Justin's hot moist tongue sliding in and 
out of his anus, while his clenched fisted hand slid 
furiously up and down his huge throbbing erection.

"Daddy, can I squirt my little girly juices for your 
pleasure, Daddy?" Brad grunted between clenched teeth, 
struggling not to cum too early as he continued to 
furiously jerk off, while at the same time trying to 
maintain his squatting position over his young 
brother's sucking mouth and probing tongue.

"Well, I suppose it would be nice to see how much 
woman's juices a queer faggot slave girl like you can 
shoot when she's all sexed up and randy. Why not? Yeah, 
do it queer-girl! Show me and my friends what a fucking 
useless cunt you really are, but you better make sure 
you don't spill any of your slimy gunk on my sheets! 
Remember, none on my sheets or I'll have you beaten to 
a pulp for disobeying me!" Noel said in an amused 
voice, oblivious to Brad's struggles as he strained not 
to cum too early.

Suddenly Brad let out a huge sigh as he arched his 
back, gasped and grunted loudly, and as he fisted his 
throbbing aching dick at a furious pace, he aimed his 
rampant cock as low as he could, and whimpering 
uncontrollably, shot huge wads of his virile juices all 
over the front of his brother's stomach and groin.

Still gasping and moaning as he tried to steady his 
breathing, Brad finally squeezed the last of his 
powerfully explosive sperm from his long thick penis 
before immediately leaning forward to lick up the 
steaming puddles of own jism he'd ejaculated all over 
his brother.

And once he'd licked up and then swallowed all his 
sperm from Justin's body, Brad quickly took his younger 
brother's throbbing cock all the way to the back of his 
mouth, and proceeded to give Justin a slow leisurely 
blow job, just like Noel, Trevor and Steve demanded of 
him.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it Evan?" Noel said to me 
as he watched Brad sucking off his youngest brother.

"Ah yes, and the big surprise I have for you is that 
when we're finished with the fucker, he'll be all 
yours. He's signed all the proper legal papers required 
stating he is now officially your property, your 
pleasure slave! But understand little brother... you 
won't be getting him until probably the end of next 
month. All our other friends still need time to come 
around, and by the sounds of it, they're all just dying 
to try out this piece of queer slave meat." He 
continued saying in a disdainful manner.

"In fact, just to show you what a nice guy I am, I'll 
even let you take Justin from here once faggot-girl 
here has sucked him off and then showed us how much his 
little brother can cum in his mouth. We don't want you 
bitching about us being completely heartless!" he 
finished.

Within minutes Justin arched his back up and moaning 
softly, ejaculated into Brad's mouth, and once Brad had 
opened his mouth and shown everyone in the room how 
much of his younger brother's cum covered his tongue, I 
immediately grabbed up Justin off Noel's bed and raced 
him to the safety of my own bedroom.

***

4.1 Noel Morgan – The Bitch Is Back

(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel 
Morgan)

***

I have to hand it to faggot-girl. The love he had for 
his brothers was all encompassing, all consuming, and I 
truly believe now there wasn't anything he wouldn't do 
for them. I actually felt a vague grudging respect for 
him, but I also had an even deeper hatred for him now 
as he tried to act like a fucking martyr for them as 
well.

The violent display he exhibited at school when Trevor 
and Steve were having a little bit of fun with Evan's 
new slave just wasn't on. The fact that I had to be on 
hand goes to show you what a queer cunt he really was.

But I knew at the time I raced after him up the 
corridor and slapped him hard across his face that he'd 
show up at my house that Friday afternoon. It was 
written in his baby blue eyes that he'd do anything to 
somehow protect his brothers and if this was the only 
way he could, well so be it.

Of course, before he turned up, I'd given him 
instructions as to what to bring and how to dress. It 
was important that Trevor and Steve got to see him in 
his tightest fitting clothing. I wanted them to realise 
faggot-girl was nothing more than prime beef homo slave 
flesh, the best there was, but only after he'd admitted 
to them he was a fucking faggot, a raving queer, and 
then let us all use him to sate our lustful desires.

So when he turned up, I was more than pleased to see 
him in his high school gym t-shirt and tight shorts, 
looking as if he'd just stepped out of some illegal 
queer porno flick. Not only that, in a duffle bag flung 
over his shoulder, he'd obediently packed a few pairs 
of his skimpiest waist tight Speedo briefs, all of his 
football gear and a clean and ironed set of his high 
school uniform.

As I let him enter the front foyer of my family's large 
house, I stared him in the face, trying to imagine what 
he must have been thinking and feeling.

To me, he was still very skittish, frightened to look 
anyone who came near him in the face. Except for the 
many video recordings I had stashed away showing what 
he and his brothers had been forced to do, I couldn't 
even imagine what it must have been like for him in 
those three uninterrupted weeks, locked up in a slave 
training centre, forced to suck all sizes of stiff 
dicks day in and day out, made to take hundreds of 
erect cocks up his faggot-pussy all the time and then 
humiliate himself with his own brothers, and punished 
severely for the smallest mistakes.

Also, I wondered what he must have thought when he was 
finally released and returned to eating normal food. I 
mean, slave food which only consisted of soft gelatin 
pellets and grey porridge-like mush, and regardless of 
how nutritious and full of proteins and minerals it 
was, still looked and tasted like shit to me.

"You ready faggot" I asked him in a sneering voice.

"Please Noel, why are you doing this? Please just give 
me my brothers back. I promise we'll go away, you'll 
never see us ever again!" he began pleading, and he 
even had tears welling up in his cute blue adorable 
eyes.

"Why? Because I can! Of course, I don't really need an 
excuse for everything I do, but I'll give you one, just 
because we're old buddies okay?" I laughed at him as he 
hung his head low, trying not to sniffle and weep.

"I just hate you. And I love fucking and dominating 
anything I hate. You just happen to be a low-life 
scumbag who came along at the right time when my 
friends and I were getting pretty bored. Not much to do 
here in this tiny burg, and very little excitement. So 
you come waltzing in, start acting all prim and proper 
as if you're one of us, play the big football hero and 
then decide to take me on. Well, aren't you the stupid 
fuckwit then!" I added, shaking my head in mock 
sympathy.

"And believe me, I'm actually enjoying this. I've 
always enjoyed taking down big tough guys who thought 
they were better than me. Fucking them up the arsehole 
and getting them to suck me off is just part of what I 
do to destroy them. Oh don't look so shocked! There 
have been a lot of others before you, but I must admit, 
you and your brothers are definitely the most 
attractive I've ever brought down."

"Now why don't we adjourn to my bedroom where Trevor 
and Steve are waiting? They don't know you're here, so 
you'd better put on a great performing for us. I want 
you acting like the queer faggot you really are, and if 
you stuff this up, I'll make sure you never see your 
brother again. I'll make sure they end up suffering 
agonies you've only ever dreamt about in your wildest 
nightmares! Understand?" I said to him and then stepped 
forward so I could cup and squeeze the huge bulge in 
his gym short in the palm of my hand.

"Feels like you've gone all limp in the dick 
department, faggot-girl! Don't worry, because since 
you've still got that slave micro-chip in your spine, 
I'll make sure you maintain an erection all the time. 
In fact, just to show you there are no bad feelings 
between us, I'll set your slave pleasure level really 
high so whenever you're getting fucked, you'll 
absolutely love it." I stated as I squeezed and 
caressed his bulging crotch.

"But I'll still want you gagging whenever any of my 
friends fuck your mouth, so we'll leave that setting 
unchanged. Got to make it all look and sound realistic, 
don't we faggot-girl? Now, do you know what's expected 
of you?" I asked again, this time squeezing his large 
balls as hard as I could.

"Yes Noel! I'll do whatever you want! Please Noel!" he 
grunted in pain, gritting his teeth as he stood there 
suffering.

"Of course, if you do exactly what I want, and then 
sign the papers which will hand you over to my brother 
Evan as his personal pleasure slave, I promise I'll 
give them back to you. Straight away in fact! Now are 
you ready?" I said impatiently letting go of his nuts 
and gesturing for him to precede me.

Like in the movies, I watched him as he lowered his 
head, his face bright red as he took a deep breathe, 
wiped the tears from his eyes, and moved ahead of me 
towards my bedroom.

"What the fuck's he doing here? That bastard nearly put 
me in hospital!" Steve shouted when he saw Brad from 
where he was sitting naked from the waist down, as 
Justin, my newest pleasure slave and Brad's youngest 
brother, kneeling naked between his parted legs, slowly 
but expertly sucked up and down the thick long length 
of Steve's fully erect penis.

And Trevor, who'd been on his knees roughly fucking my 
other pleasure slave August up his arsehole, 
immediately pulled his cock out, rushed to a metal 
souvenir baseball bat I kept hanging over my 
mantelpiece, positioned himself ready to crack it over 
Brad's head as he entered.

"Don't worry guys! The cunts just come by to apologise 
for his rudeness the other day, and to tell us 
something he feels we all need to know straight away. 
Don't you Brad?" I said as I ushered him to stand in 
the middle of my bedroom, before locking the door after 
us.

The look on faggot-girl's face as he saw his little 
brother blowing Steve was classic. For a moment I 
thought all bets were off and he'd start punching out 
at the three of us. But he pulled himself together, 
looked down at the floor between his feet and mumbled 
his agreement with me.

"I can't hear you Brad! You better speak up louder!" I 
growled in a low voice, my tone suggesting to him he 
better not fuck around.

"Yes Noel! Look guys, please forgive me, I'm really 
sorry for going off like that. I was jealous that I 
wasn't part of what you were doing, and couldn't help 
myself." faggot-girl said, his voice trembling as he 
stared blankly ahead at Trevor and Steve.

Both Trevor and Steve looked back at him, blinking, not 
knowing how to react to this. They both hated Brad with 
a passion, and weren't at all sure what this was all 
about.

"Why you dressed like that? You look like a fucking 
fag, for fuck sake!" Steve said, still not accepting 
Brad's apology.

"Okay Brad! Tell them what you told me earlier. Best 
get it off your chest now!" I said firmly, stepping up 
in front of Brad so I could look into his eyes.

"Guys, I've got a confession to make. You see... I need 
to tell you... Well, I have to tell you that, well, 
I'm..." he said, unable to finish his sentence.

"What are you Brad? Come on, best you tell the guys 
what you are! You know you've wanted to for a long 
time!" I said, my voice betraying my growing anger as 
he continued to falter.

"Guys, I have to tell you that I'm gay. I'm a queer. 
Have been all my life and I've been really horny and 
wanted to pleasure all you guys ever since I first met 
you. I was hoping Noel would let me suck him off in 
front of you both. And then if he wouldn't mind, I'd 
really like it if he'd fuck me up my vagina!" he said, 
but this time his voice was a monotone drone, as if his 
heart wasn't in what he'd just said.

At first I was livid. There was no way what he'd just 
said sounded convincing, but as I raised my arm to 
backhand him, Trevor suddenly piped up as he walked 
forward, his still hard dick bouncing from side to side 
as he came over.

"What's that you said? You're a fucking faggot! I knew 
it! I picked him out ages ago, when he first came to 
our school. A fucking fruit!" he laughed, but the look 
in his face was one of pure disgust and rage.

"Did he just ask to suck you off Noel? And didn't he 
just call his arsehole a vagina? And he wants to do 
this in front of us too! I can't believe it! Well, 
well, well! We got us a live fucking queer here! Is 
that right faggot?" Steve said as he pushed Justin's 
head roughly away from his leaking cock and came over 
to join Trevor and myself as we stared up into the 
faggot-girl's humiliated red face.

"Yes Steve, I'm a queer faggot and I'd really like it 
if you and Trevor and Noel would fuck my mouth and 
pussy real hard and discipline me by beating me up as 
well. Please Noel, let me service your big cock, and I 
promise I'll make you feel good!" faggot-girl said, his 
left eye twitching as he spoke in a soft humiliated 
voice.

Suddenly Trevor and Steve were lashing out punches, 
smashing their fists all over faggot-girl's face and 
torso. In the background I could hear Justin sobbing 
and weeping softly as he watched what was happening to 
his big brother. Instantly I was on top of him, glaring 
into his face.

"You do what you're told, say nothing or I'll fucking 
kill you and your brother right now, understand?" I 
whispered sadistically into his ear. Shaking his head, 
he immediately assumed the slave position on his knees, 
looked down and stopped crying as I rejoined the guys.

And there I stood, grinning widely as I watched faggot-
girl fall heavily to his knees under the barrage and 
weight of punches Trevor and Steve were pounding into 
him.

Just as quickly Trevor and Steve stopped beating on 
faggot-girl, and staring down into his now bruised and 
battered face.

"Well Noel! The fucking queer's on his knees, so why 
don't you make him beg you to suck your dick? I mean, 
if that's what he wants, I reckon there's no reason we 
can't have some fun before we call the cops in. What 
you say?" Steve said breathlessly, as he landed one 
more savage punch to Brad's left eye.

"Yeah okay, why not? Hey faggot-girl, beg to suck my 
dick and while you're at it, you can call me Daddy from 
now on. Yeah, now you really do know who your Daddy 
is!" I laughed, slowly unzipping my pants and lowering 
them and my underwear past my knees.

"What you waiting for? Beg me, cunt, and make it sound 
good, and while you at it, you can jerk yourself off 
too. Prove to me you really want to suck on my dick, 
faggot!" I snarled, getting into the mood as I watched 
him immediately pull the front of his gym shorts down 
and start masturbating himself.

Admittedly to my surprise and probably to his as well, 
his cock was fully erect when he released it from his 
shorts, and then I remembered the implanted micro-chip. 
As soon as I ordered him to jerk off, it had sent the 
appropriate signals that made his large penis stiffen 
in seconds.

"Fucking hell, Jeez, will you look at the size of that 
mutha?" Steve said in awe as faggot-girl started to 
masturbate himself in front of us.

"Well Noel! Here's the proof! No real guy would ever do 
this in front of another man! What a fucking queer! 
Just look at him jerking off and licking his lips while 
his ogling your meat Noel! For fucks sake, now that's 
real nasty!" Trevor said scornfully.

"Maybe so, but I get to fuck the faggot-girl who 
thought he was oh so high and mighty! Well, cunt, start 
begging to suck my cock! What are you waiting for? Or 
do we have to beat you some more?" I snarled, moving my 
cock up close to faggot-girl's face.

"Daddy, please let me suck your big cock, please Daddy! 
Daddy, please shove your huge dick in my mouth, please 
Daddy!" he answered instantly in a heart breaking 
frightened and humiliated voice.

And as I stood there waiting, letting the faggot-girl 
beg me, and Trevor and Steve stood looking down at him 
in disgust, I couldn't help smile with anticipation.

"Okay then, faggot-girl! Lean forward and start licking 
my cock all over. No, keep jerking yourself and just 
use your mouth, tongue and lips to pleasure me. Always 
remember, faggot-girl, queers are never allowed to 
touch real men like us unless specifically ordered to." 
I commanded.

"That's it! Slobber all over it! Now keep looking up 
into my eyes and smile sweetly whenever you're giving 
me a blow job, regardless of whether my thick dick's 
stuffed all the way down your throat or just my fat 
knobs in the entrance of your mouth!" I sneered, and 
watched as he quickly followed my instructions.

The look in the faggot-girl's eyes was one of total 
humiliation, of utter defeat and even a real desire to 
not offend me in any way. I had laid down the course of 
his future, punished him in a way that terrified him 
when I'd first had him enslaved, and then made him 
reveal himself as a queer faggot-girl in front of two 
of my best friends. Now I was enjoying the entire 
length of his long moist tongue lapping up and down my 
spasming uncircumcised fully erect penis.

"Kiss my hairy balls, faggot! That's it, get them all 
wet and dripping! Yeah, nice, real nice! Now take the 
whole length of my cock in your mouth and slide them 
cock sucking lips of yours up and down my dick shaft! 
Yeah, that's it! Easy now! Watch those teeth of yours! 
You wouldn't want me to have them all yanked out, would 
you faggot-girl?" I said teasingly, while breathing 
more heavily as his hot mouth sucked firmly on my cock.

After a few more minutes, and staring deeply into his 
blue eyes, I disengaged my bursting cock from his deep 
sucking mouth with a loud slurping pop.

"Let's change the pace a bit, faggot-girl! Now that 
you've got my cock all lubed up, wet and dripping, why 
don't you strip off your clothes, lie on your back, 
lift your legs up so you can grab your ankles and pull 
them up over your head?" I said hoarsely, wanting 
desperately to fuck his cherry now.

"Trevor, kneel down on one side of the faggot-girl's 
head, and Steve, you get on the other side. Now both of 
you take hold of his ankles and pull them wider apart. 
Make sure the queer keeps his legs stretched apart as 
far as possible at all times, so his vagina's gaping 
wide open and winking at me. That's it! Yeah, raise his 
butt higher off the ground so I take my time fucking 
him!"

"Now faggot-girl, it's time you acted like a horny 
little faggot! Reach round and pull your butt cheeks 
wide apart. Show me your girl-pussy, and start begging 
me to fuck you real hard!" I ordered as I knelt down at 
the base of his raised spread buttocks.

At first he'd hesitated for a fraction of a second as 
it finally dawned on him this was really happening. 
That his worse enemy was actually going to fuck him in 
front of two other guys from our high school.

But as he saw the frown cross my forehead, he'd 
immediately lain down on his back, lifted his legs up 
past his head, and then watched red-faced as Trevor and 
Steve grabbed his ankles to pull his legs painfully 
apart so his buttocks lifted high off the floor.

Then obediently faggot-girl reached round and pulled 
his butt cheeks as wide apart as he could, so I could 
see his tiny pink bunghole staring at me, he became 
begging me in an embarrassed and quivering voice to 
please fuck him.

"Oh Daddy, please fuck my pussy, please Daddy! Please 
Daddy, please fuck me as hard as you can, oh please 
Daddy!" he crooned over and over again.

There I knelt. Finally I was looking down upon that 
once untouchable, unseen entrance to the faggot whore's 
best kept secret. A place recently invaded by many 
other men and even visited by his two younger brothers. 
And now it was finally my turn. I couldn't help smiling 
as I steadied myself, ready to assault that which was 
now rightfully mine.

As I watched him stare up into my lust-filled face, 
silently beseeching me with his sad frightened 
despairing blue eyes to not fuck him, to not rape him, 
I pushed the large flanged knob of my leaking cock 
against the puckered opening of his anus, feeling him 
instantly cringe in shame as I prepared for my violent 
entry.

And even though faggot-girl's dick was really large and 
bigger than my own, there was no way anyone could call 
my erect cock small by comparison. I can proudly claim 
my cock, when fully erect, is about seven and a half 
inches long, and it's really thick. Maybe it isn't as 
thick as queer-girl's, but mine would be thick enough 
to make this little piggy squeal at the top of his 
lungs all the way to the bank.

But I didn't just want to push my cock into him, listen 
to him scream for mercy, blow my load and then that was 
the end to it. No, I wanted to ram my hard dick up his 
pussy, make him scream in ecstasy, and watch him 
respond against his will as I slowly fucked him, unable 
to stop himself squirming in absolute pleasure. I 
wanted his body betraying him completely, making him 
forever doubt he was ever a real straight guy.

I wanted Trevor and Steve watching him as he begged for 
more, his buttocks gyrating and bucking up to meet my 
stabbing penis as his responsive arsehole tried 
hungrily to get all of my long hard cock into him.

"Pleasure level 3, proceed" I commanded in a soft 
whispered but firm voice that only faggot-girl could 
hear, while at the same time viciously slamming my hips 
down, shoving the full length of my erect penis all the 
way up his anal passage.

The look on his face was glorious.

At first he's blue eyes bulged out of their sockets, 
and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream as the air 
from his lungs gushed out. I could see his humiliated 
pleading eyes reflecting the excruciating agony of his 
anus suddenly and viciously stretched wide open to 
accommodate the huge girth of my erection as I plunged 
it all the way in, in one brutal shove.

But within seconds, as the micro-chip in his spine 
clicked into gear and instantly sent coded messages to 
his hypothalamus to release thousands of peptides and 
proteins into his blood stream, I marveled at how his 
painfully stretched anus didn't split or tear apart as 
I'd expected.

Instead it expanded itself, moved upwards around my 
thrusting dick as it tightened and tried to pull the 
full length of my erect penis all the way into his anal 
cavity.

And at the same time, fag-girl's face suddenly 
contorted from that of indescribable agony of being 
anally raped, into a mask of absolute wonder as waves 
of pure orgasmic pleasure lashed his huge muscular 
bunched up body.

Again the muscles of his anus started to expand and 
contract, undulating, vibrating intensely and squeezing 
tightly around my thick thrusting dick shaft as I drew 
out quickly and plunged back into him.

It was all that was needed to get me fucking him at a 
pace that nearly pounded him into the floor beneath us. 
As I picked up the pace and started fucking him 
furiously, he continued to stare up into my face in 
complete shame and unadulterated lust as his body 
responded to my brutality, and against his will, he 
began humping back upwards to meet my frantic fucking 
rhythm with his own.

"You're a real faggot-girl now... See, you're not even 
a real man. Real men don't get fucked up the arsehole 
and like it. I can see it in your face, cunt! I can 
tell you really do love getting fucked up your vagina!" 
I puffed and huffed.

"Now you're nothing but a queer bottom girl for me to 
fuck whenever I feel like it, and I'm going to be doing 
this to you a lot, or until I get bored of you. And 
then all my friends are going to fuck you as much as 
they like. So, like the obvious whorish faggot girl you 
really are, why don't you start thanking me for making 
you feel so good?" I spat down into his face 
contemptuously, my teeth gritted, my breathing laboured 
as I fucked him as hard as I could.

It was beautiful. The faggot-girl was so tight at 
times, yet entry into his quivering vagina was so 
smooth and firm. The whole silky inner lining of his 
hot anal passage rippled and squeezed! His anus 
secreted natural anal oils that instantly lubricated my 
slamming cock as I pounded deep up into him. It was an 
incredibly tight sheaf that massaged and caressed my 
thrusting pounding erect penis every time I rammed it 
in and out of him.

And the best thing was, as he begged me to fuck him 
even harder and deeper, he and I both knew there wasn't 
a damned thing faggot-girl could do about it.

What can I say? My balls suddenly detonated and fired, 
my cock exploded and I floated on a cloud of exquisite 
orgasmic bliss that left me feeling exhausted. It was 
the best fuck I'd had in a long time, and as I pulled 
my dick out of his girl-cunt, I couldn't help but 
notice fag-girl had cum all over his chest and neck 
three times as I'd been riding him. Huge amounts of his 
own ball juices coating and slicking his upper body. 
And in complete and utter shame, all he could do was 
stare up at me and then at the mess he'd made in 
absolute silence.

"See faggot-girl, this proves you're a queer-girl. Not 
only did you love getting fucked up your pussy, but you 
also came three times all over yourself without once 
touching your fat leaking clit. Now stay there, and 
don't move! Trevor, if you want to take a turn, the 
queers all yours!" I said gleefully, and slumping back 
in one of my armchairs, I looked down at where I'd only 
seconds before speared the faggot-girl's tight little 
poop-chute, filling it with my sperm to permanently 
turn him into my own personal faggot-girl bitch.

As I stared at his now quivering gaping anus as it 
leaked out trickles of my cum, Trevor immediately took 
my place, but put both of faggot-girl's legs over his 
shoulders before laying the full weight of his large 
hairy body on top of faggot-girl.

It was a beautiful thing to see. Trevor penetrating the 
faggot-girl over and over again, as the queer lay there 
on his back, thanking his fucker at the top of his 
girly voice.

"Daddy, thank you for fucking me real hard Daddy! 
Daddy, it feels really good you fucking and stretching 
my vagina so wide open, oh thank you Daddy!" faggot-
girl repeated over and over again as Trevor fucked him 
senseless.

The look of pure evil lust and orgasmic bliss plastered 
on Trevor's face as he took his time, drilling his 
erect dick deeply and then pulling it out all the way 
before slamming it back in to his thickly haired pubic 
base was marvelous.

But like all good things, Trevor found himself unable 
to contain his growing explosive orgasm. Suddenly he 
began shuddering all over and instantly shot his spunk 
deep up the faggot-girl's twat. And as Trevor giggled 
uncontrollably while pulling his slime covered cock out 
of faggot-girl pussy, Steve suddenly pushed him out of 
the way and dived on top of faggot-girl, pile-driving 
his thick leaking log all the way in with one brutal 
shove.

Like Trevor, Steve tried to take his time, even 
stopping until his heart-rate returned to normal before 
he began fucking faggot-girl's overly stretched vagina 
once again.

Watching Steve's hairy butt rising and falling was a 
wondrous sight to behold as well. His dimpled buttock's 
clenching and unclenching as he fucked as hard and fast 
as possible, but eventually he spurted his massive load 
of sperm into faggot-girl's bowels, grunting 
contentedly as he emptied the last of his seed to mix 
and mingle with Trevor's and mine.

After Steve had pulled out, that's when we decided to 
get a little big nasty. As we rested up and got faggot-
girl to kneel between our legs to clean our cock and 
balls with his mouth, well, we realised we couldn't 
leave poor Justin out of the picture either. Again we 
ordered faggot-girl onto his back.

Yes, Justin was next, and even though he cried and 
sniffled like a spoilt little brat at first, he was 
eventually going at it as hard as he could. I knew it 
wasn't the first time he'd done it to his older 
brother, so I just didn't understand why he was acting 
so fucking shamefaced and embarrassed.

Stupid little slut! But he came to his senses after I'd 
given him a few vicious bitch slaps that knocked some 
sense into his dull head, and then threatened to 
separate him from his older brothers forever.

Truth is Justin looked so cute and adorable lying naked 
face down on top of queer-girl, his small but firm 
hairless bubble-butt bobbing up and down like a 
jackrabbit as he fucked his big brother's loose and 
cum-filled pussy with all his might. And when they 
swallowed each others tongues, passionately kissing and 
frenching each other as they rutted away as hard as 
they could, I smiled as I thought of all the wonderful 
pleasures faggot-girl was yet to perform for all our 
friends.

And finally, once Justin had shot his young spunk up 
his big brother's squelching pussy, I ordered faggot-
girl to get off his lazy whore back and kneel before me 
once more. And as a kind gesture, I instructed him to 
suck and lick my cock and hairy ball sac once again, 
lick the sweat out from under my armpits and then give 
me an all over tongue bath.

"Hey Trevor, how's about you do a phone around? I 
reckon the other guy's would love to come over and 
enjoy this faggot-girl's juicy cunt!" I said as I 
pushed faggot-girl's head away from my left nipple, 
stood up and went over to my large office table where I 
usually did my homework when I wasn't fucking August or 
Justin on top of it.

The legal document was a one sheet A4 paper, which 
would duly enslave faggot-girl for life to my younger 
brother Evan. Again, it was all part of the bigger 
picture and if things went my way, if my scheme panned 
out, faggot-girl and his two brothers, as well as Evan, 
would finally be out of the way, and the family fortune 
would be all mine.

Imagine! $28 Billion and every cent of it all mine!

Of course, it was easy to get faggot-girl to sign it 
straight away. I'd promised him if he'd done a good 
job, performed admirably, and then signed this paper, 
then I'd hand over his brothers to him.

Only problem is, now that he'd signed on the dotted 
line, he was now a legal pleasure slave, Evan's sex 
slave. As such, the law stated that faggot-girl's 
brothers would now automatically convert to his new 
owner. It really was silly he hadn't considered that or 
read the fine-print when he agreed to do what I wanted 
of him.

Also, I noticed as Steve had been fucking him, he was 
no longer acting either. Not because he was a faggot or 
a queer, but because he was in absolute fear of us. He 
hadn't realised how cruel and vicious I could be, and 
as I'd let Trevor and Steve also use him, all his 
resistance and big martyred macho attitude went out the 
window.

The so-called tough high school football playing 
faggot-girl was now just a simpering cowering bitch, 
doing everything I wanted as he begged each of us to 
let him suck our dicks, or pleaded with us to fuck him 
as hard as we could.

And as Trevor phoned up all our friends, I thought how 
nice it would be to reintroduce faggot-bitch to all of 
my closest high school buddies as the main attraction 
of an ongoing month long gang-bang party right here in 
my bedroom.

Maybe I should explain that there are eight guys I hang 
around, or I should say who hang around me. I've known 
them all my life, and in a way, they're all like very 
close brothers to me. Reason is quite simply, they come 
from the same high society scene Evan and I grew up in. 
And if any one asked us if there were any differences 
at all between us, it would surely be that my family is 
the wealthiest in the state.

Since the time I started walking as a toddler, we were 
all brought together to play, and as we grew up, we 
started our own very private fraternity club. No 
outsiders were allowed to know about us, including my 
brother Evan, and none of our eight club members were 
ever allowed to reveal anything about us.

Fact is, I grew up enjoying a privileged life within a 
private kid's club that eventually evolved into a super 
serious ultra-secret frat club, where we made major 
decisions about our futures, about how to deal with 
those who got in our way, and how to keep the cops out 
of our hair if any of our members did anything stupid 
like breaking the law.

Also, because I was the oldest member, it fell upon me 
to be our unofficial speaker and leader. And because of 
my high status in the club, it was also my 
responsibility to make sure all social etiquettes and 
beliefs were upheld.

Of course, we had a lot of fun as well; doing the kinds 
of crazy things that no other kid at school could ever 
really afford to do, like annual holidays to any 
destination around the world of our choosing.

But one thing we really got in common and loved to do 
together was go around gay-bashing and then outing them 
to the whole town.

I suppose people could think that's pretty cruel, but 
the truth is, if you're a free person and you're gay, 
you're worse off than any slave. Being gay is nearly 
illegal in every state and territory of our great 
nation, so we knew what we were doing was our moral and 
ethical, as well as legal responsibility.

Now don't go getting all twisted up inside about it! 
Just because I like to personally fuck male pleasure 
slaves don't mean I'm gay. In fact, society holds me up 
in high regard because I've even bought a few, and 
taken on the responsibility of training them up so they 
can be integrated into the slave system.

See, slaves aren't considered people; they're just a 
different form of dumb animal, like cows or sheep. It's 
just a quirk of nature they just so happen to look like 
real free persons. They're only put on this world to 
obey and serve their Masters, which in a way, is a very 
important role for them.

How did me and my friends get started, you ask? Well I 
remember it was on a Friday evening and I'd just turned 
15, and the eight of us were getting drunk and smoking 
some really deadly pot to celebrate my birthday.

We were holed up in a large expensive luxury motel room 
my father had rented for me for the whole weekend, and 
that's when my best friend Lyndon told me that a close 
friend we'd all thought was a cool guy, had admitted to 
him that he thought he might be gay.

Well, the shit hit the fan then. We were all screaming 
in outrage that a young teenage queer free citizen had 
taken advantage of our friendship. Before any of us 
knew what we were doing, we'd revved each other up, and 
within 15 minutes, we were on our way to the local mall 
where he hung out all the time. We must have looked 
like a rioting mob of munchkins racing down the 
streets.

We did eventually find him, but he was at his home 
alone, as his parents were away for the weekend. So we 
broke in and beat the crap out of him. And because he 
started crying as if he were a fucking girl, a real 
faggot, we got angrier and angrier.

I don't know who suggested it, but the next thing we 
knew was we'd stripped him naked, forced him to give us 
a blow job each and took turns fucking him. It lasted 
all weekend, him either on his hands and knees sucking 
us off or on his back letting every one of us fuck him.

Well, we were gone by the time his parents got home, 
and after phoning through an anonymous tip to the 
authorities, the then next thing we knew he'd been 
enslaved for life a week later.

At the time, I might have felt a bit embarrassed and 
ashamed of my actions, because it turned out my friend 
had only made the story up about him being gay, so I 
did the honourable thing, went down to the auction 
sales that weekend with father, and bought the little 
fucker.

Now he's my personal cock sucking pleasure slave, and I 
renamed him August.

Funny how life works out, because I can't even remember 
what his real name used to be! Dillon? Richard? Who 
gives a fuck!

So there you go. Friday nights we'd go out trawling for 
fags. Eventually we refined our methods as we got 
older; being a little bit more discreet in how we went 
about locating and kidnapping any one we thought was a 
faggot.

If they were over 21, we usually just grabbed them, 
beat them up over a long period until they confessed 
and then call the law enforcement officers to come pick 
them up.

If they were about our own age, we'd drag them off to 
an abandoned warehouse or condemned factory in an 
isolated area of town, and teach them a lesson by 
raping them all weekend.

Our last Friday night outing was about four months ago, 
and that's only because we all had to study for 
upcoming exams. On that night, we found a young 17 year 
old trying to sell his body to some truckers at the 
local café leading out of town.

Memories of that night are still fresh in my mind, 
because someone had brought along a suitcase full of 
women's lingerie and a whole array of sex toys. Made 
that pansy dance around and jerk off for us in between 
us brutally raping his faggot boy-pussy and cock 
sucking mouth and then we used the huge dildos and 
other torture devices on him.

Kind of cool really, as I thoroughly enjoyed that whole 
weekend!

And why am I going to great lengths when I've actually 
already won? I already own his youngest brother Justin 
whom I sodomise every chance I get, and Evan's having a 
ball fucking Sean every chance he gets, and here's 
faggot-girl begging Trevor, Steve and me to fuck him 
stupid.

His just signed the legal docs enslaving him to my 
little brother for life, and Evan will eventually do 
the one thing that will ultimately hand the entire 
family fortune over to me.

Probably it should be as simple as leave it alone now 
and watch it all fall into place. Hand faggot-girl over 
to him and see how Evan self-destructs.

But I'm not going to. Because I still owe faggot-girl 
for hitting me that day, and interfering in my family 
business.

And why? It just so happened that those eight best 
friends of mine who Trevor is now inviting over, also 
happened to be standing there to see faggot-girl drop 
me with one punch to my chin.

Believe me, there's no way I can let that slide by 
unchallenged, regardless of the family fortune.

***

4.2 Brad Cahill - Animal House

(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad 
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)

***

I'm scared! Noel has programmed my micro-chip so I am 
acting like a sobbing frightened little pubescent queer 
boy.

Already three weeks have passed and Noel's eight high 
school buddies and some of their many friends haven't 
stopped taunting, beating and raping me.

A single tear slides slowly down my swollen right 
cheek.

"What a useless faggot! To think this piece of shit 
used to be captain of our high school football team!" 
someone shouts out loudly, followed by raucous cruel 
laughter as all those watching me gloat at my despair.

"Can't believe the cunt used to strut around school 
thinking he was such a tough guy! Now look at him! 
Nothing but a pathetic queer-boy!" another raised voice 
spits out in disgust.

And even though I am the tallest and by far the most 
muscular guy in this small dank room, and knowing I 
could probably take them on and protect myself against 
their abuse, there is nothing I can do but stand there.

My micro-chip requires that I submit to their abuse and 
cry and beg them in a little queer boy's voice not to 
hurt me, to please have pity on me. And I know if I 
struggle or attempt to fight back, I will be severely 
punished for not acting exactly as Noel wants.

Also, regardless of my micro-chip, I'm feeling so 
tired! Absolutely exhausted!

My heaving chest rises and falls erratically, and I 
struggle to stand still, to not fall down on my knees 
and start weeping and pleading with them.

I moan as another overwhelming wave of utter shame 
consumes me, making my entire body tremble violently. 
I'm so embarrassed and humiliated by what I am being 
forced to do, and choking back a shuddering sob, I 
whimper softly, feeling new spilled tears rolling down 
my severely battered face.

Frightened, exhausted, I stand absolutely still, my 
head bowed low. With both hands I hold the front of my 
high school football jersey up under my chin, revealing 
the huge darkening black and blue contusions that cover 
large sections of my muscled chest and flat washboard 
stomach.

My jockstrap and unlaced football pants are pulled down 
just below my kneecaps, exposing my bare legs, inner 
thighs and large dangling hairless genitals to all the 
guys gathered in the room. My legs are trembling, and 
are spread as far apart as the elastic waist band of 
both my strap and pants will stretch without breaking 
and snapping and flicking back painfully on my knees.

Also, placed between my thick muscular inner thighs and 
balanced on top of my lowered pants, sits my football 
helmet and I can feel the bottom of my dangling scrotal 
sac brushing lightly against the top of my protective 
head gear. Discarded on the floor to my left lies my 
shoulder-pads and protectors.

As ordered, my smooth hairless crotch is thrust all the 
way forward, and my very thick fully erect eight and a 
half inch uncut penis, curving upwards vertically, juts 
out obscenely from the base of my groin.

Obediently, I stand perfectly still on unsteady feet, 
as once again a shuddering sob escapes my swollen split 
and bloodied lips.

Suddenly I whimper aloud in grief once again, as I'm 
momentarily blinded by the intense dazzling flashing 
lights of someone taking photographs of my complete and 
utter humiliation. Desperately I try to hide my 
battered and bruised face and identity by turning my 
head away, and immediately I start crying, weeping 
softly and my puffed-up bloodied bottom lip quivers as 
I try to contain myself.

"Now that just won't do, fairy! No, not at all! So stop 
that bawling, look up and smile real pretty for the 
camera, faggot!" says Daniel Maddox sternly as he steps 
towards me menacingly, naked except for a pair of baggy 
boxer shorts hiding his modesty.

"Daddy, yes Daddy!" I respond instantly in a meek, 
quivering boyish voice, trying to obey him as Daniel 
squats down on one knee before me and looking up 
through the view finder of the digital camera, snaps 
off a few more shots.

At 17 years of age, Daniel stands tall at five feet six 
inches. He has short ginger coloured hair and is very 
large and bulky around the chest and stomach, though he 
doesn't appear to have an ounce of fat on his body at 
all. With a solid stocky build, much like a pit-bull, 
he plays the centre position in offensive line on the 
football team, and used to be one of my closest friends 
just a few months ago.

"Yeah, not such a tough guy now, are you faggot?" he 
states, staring up at me, his cruel hazel eyes filled 
with contempt.

"Daddy, no Daddy!" I reply immediately in a timid, soft 
voice, cringing in fear as he stands up and suddenly 
slaps me viciously across my left cheek. Unable to stop 
myself, I sob, groan and whimper out loudly as 
agonizing pain shoots through every bruised and swollen 
muscle in my battered face.

"Can't believe you led me on, making me believe you 
were this supposed tough straight guy all this time, 
faggot! I looked up to you, cunt! Really did like you! 
But turns out you were nothing but a disgusting fucking 
queer!" Daniel sneers, as he again slaps me savagely 
across my face.

"Daddy, please Daddy! I'm so sorry Daddy!" I plead, 
sobbing wretchedly; absolutely terrified Daniel will 
start beating me around my face and torso once again 
with his fists.

Daniel, looking down at my rock-hard erection, chuckles 
as he tightly grips my rigid penis in his right hand, 
and smiling maliciously, turns his head towards every 
one gathered in Noel's bedroom.

"Richard! Marcus! Why don't you grab the video cams, 
and record this faggot queer fucking my hand. Should 
make great viewing entertainment for all his friends at 
school, don't you think?" he says, enjoying the instant 
riotous applause everyone gives him.

Richard Summers and Marcus Fielding step forward. Both 
are 17 years old, and like Daniel, we used to hang 
around a lot together.

Richard, standing tall at 5' 9", is the chunkiest of 
the all guys gathered around watching and laughing at 
my shame. He has a huge barrel of a chest and large 
protruding stomach and waist. Also, he has the hairiest 
body for his young age, with thick black course matted 
hair already covering his large chest and stomach. On 
the football team, he plays next to Daniel on the 
centre line.

Marcus Fielding's body and build is the complete 
opposite to Richard and Daniel, as he is 5' 7" in 
height, very lean and slim, with short brown hair. Not 
that his weight and size worry him, as he is the 
fastest sprinter of the team, and enjoys the position 
of wide receiver.

Both Richard and Marcus are also stripped down to their 
underwear, with Richard wearing large overly stretched 
y-front briefs and Marcus wearing a pair of very tight 
fluorescent green coloured jockey briefs. I can see 
that they are all turned on by my shameful appearance, 
as the fronts of their underwear are bulging and 
tenting out horizontally from their covered groins.

Again pain lances through my battered and bruised face 
as Daniel suddenly connects the palm of his left hand 
stingingly across my cheek again.

"Come on, homo! What are you waiting for? And while 
you're at it, you can smile real big and tell all the 
guys, one at a time, just how fucking good this entire 
queer shit makes you feel!" he says callously, ordering 
me to hurry up and fuck his unmoving clenched fisted 
hand.

With tears of humiliation cascading down my face, 
obediently I begin humping my hips back and forth as I 
slide my rigid thick dick in and out of the tight 
cavity of Daniel's fisted hand. Totally ashamed, I feel 
my large dangling balls repeatedly swinging forward, 
loudly slapping against Daniel's wrist before swaying 
back under my parted thighs.

Daniel keeps his clenched fist perfectly still in front 
of my thrusting groin, making me move my hips back and 
forth faster and faster, and I watch in despair as 
Richard and Marcus move in closer to capture my fucking 
motions and the expression of misery on my beaten face.

As they film me, I obediently look up into the gathered 
faces of all the guys, grin widely in a grotesque 
parody of a smile.

I cringe inwardly, knowing I must speak up loudly, and 
through tear-blurred vision I can make out the 
glowering faces of Jessie Franklin and Craig Jessop 
staring back at me.

"Daddy, it feels so nice, Daddy! Daddy, it's making me 
feel really good, Daddy!" I say in a high pitched 
boyish sobbing voice to each of them, before I turn my 
damaged smiling face towards Greg Smithers and Paul 
Whitman.

Again, as the ever-mounting humiliation flows through 
me, I announce loudly to them individually just how 
good fucking Daniel's hand is making me feel.

Quickly I turn my swollen eyes and look into Simon 
Dexter's, Mitch Ryan's and Devon Willard's stony hate 
filled faces, and to each one of them, I also tell them 
how good this degradation is making me feel.

Finally turning to look at Noel, I shiver in fear as I 
see the stern unhappy look on his face. Immediately I 
force myself to smile even wider and really start 
fucking forward as hard and fast as I can, trying to 
make myself look as sexy as possible for Noel and all 
the other guys watching me.

Eventually Noel steps forward, and making sure both 
video cameras are showing a clear full frontal image of 
me, and that only Daniel's clenched hand gripping my 
pistoning cock are in the field of view of the camera 
lens, he smiles maliciously and looks me back in the 
eyes.

"You can cum now, faggot-girl!" he says in a firm 
commanding voice.

My orgasm is explosive. Shuddering and shaking 
uncontrollably I gasp out as I struggle to stay upright 
on my feet. Then staggering and slamming my hips 
forward as far as I am able to, I cry out loudly as 
five powerful blasts of my viscous sperm sprays 
copiously out of my rampant cock, then quiver all over 
as Daniel painfully squeezes the last drops of my jism 
from the length of my cock.

In the background, as I try to steady myself, I hear 
all the guys, every one of them, shouting, screaming, 
and yelling at me. Voices roar out viciously, brutally 
condemning me, calling me cruel terrible names.

And as I stare in horror, standing motionless, 
struggling to catch my breath and still holding my 
football jersey up under my chin, with my legs wide 
apart and my football pants trapped around my knees, I 
watch as all the guys move as one, closing in on me.

Before I know it, I am wailing hysterically and 
pleading with them as fists and feet strike my upright 
body. Sobbing loudly, I beg them in a pathetic pitiful 
cracking girly voice to please not hurt me anymore, to 
please have mercy on me, but the savage punches and 
kicks continue.

Suddenly a powerful head-jarring punch connects with my 
already nearly swollen over left eye, and I feel myself 
instantly sink into a numbing state of detachment. I 
can see all the guys around me, fists and feet lashing 
out as they quickly force me down onto my knees, and 
then more punches and kicks knock me onto my back.

I don't know if I am crying or begging anymore. I can 
see many fists and striking feet lashing out, 
descending as if in slow motion as they continue to 
beat on my unmoving prone body.

I don't know when I blacked out, or how long I've been 
unconscious, but when I wake up I find I'm now wearing 
my football helmet, and my protective pads are secured 
onto my shoulders.

In deep shock, feeling no pain now, I realise my 
football pants have been ripped off my legs and thrown 
aside, while my jockstrap has been pulled back up 
around my waist, although the thin cotton pouch has 
been tucked under my balls, leaving my large hairless 
genitals uncovered.

On either side of my head, Simon and Devon are kneeling 
down. Gripping my ankles tightly, they have dragged my 
legs way up over my head, and then pulled them wide 
apart.

With my buttock raised high up off the ground, and my 
arse cheeks stretched wide open for easy access to my 
anus, I look up into Richard Summer's lust-filled 
leering face as he lays heavily on top of me and slides 
the full length of his erection up into me.

Through the protective metal eye shield of my football 
helmet, I watch him as he now commences grunting and 
puffing, fucking me with long powerful hip thrusting 
strokes.

He is holding onto my shoulder pads, looking me in the 
eyes, bouncing his large bulky hips up and down, his 
thick leaking teenage cock slamming in and out of my 
already well-used, red-raw widely stretched anus.

"Always wanted to fuck you, bitch! Make you my sweet 
little girlfriend and ram your pussy!" Richard grunts 
into my beaten face, pounding away.

"How's it feel, slut? How's it feel having a real man 
fuck your queer pussy? Answer me you faggot!" he gasps 
out aloud as he stares into my eyes.

From far away I hear my own voice replying.

"Oh Daddy, it feels really good, thank you Daddy! 
Daddy, please fuck me harder, please Daddy!" echoes in 
my ears as Richard smiles in appreciation and begins to 
fuck me as hard as he can.

"Yeah, that's it, faggot! Talk real dirty to me, you 
fucking queer! Yeah, I'm gonna pound you until you 
start begging me to ram every inch my hard cock up your 
pussy and out your mouth!" Richard snarled as he fucked 
me even harder.

In my stupor, I realised it isn't long before Richard 
ejaculated deep up into my bowels, and then Jessie 
hurriedly took his place, slipping his penis all the 
way into me with one quick push.

And so it continues. One after the other, each of the 
guys takes their turn at fucking me as hard as they 
can.

As I slip in and out of unconsciousness, I'm feeling no 
pain except an ever expanding fullness in my anus each 
time they swap places and push their throbbing cocks 
all the way into me.

I imagine I open my swollen eyes and I'm looking up 
into my youngest brother's sad despairing face. In my 
mind I cry out to him, beg his forgiveness that I 
wasn't able to protect him or Sean from this living 
nightmare. But his face turns into a radiant smile as 
it fades away to be replaced with Steve leering down at 
me as he fucks me as hard as he can.

But I know Justin isn't here. Somehow I vaguely 
remember him being taken away so he doesn't have to 
continue watching my endless humiliation and 
degradation.

"God you're good faggot! Your pussy always seems to be 
so tight and gripping. Fucking best screw I've ever 
had, even better than my girlfriend's snatch!" Steve 
suddenly grunts into my battered face.

By now, I don't know how much time has gone by, but it 
seems like an eternity. It could be minutes, hours or 
days, but I don't know and by now I don't care.

At one time, I look up and there's Daniel on top of me, 
fucking me, and spitting large globs of phlegm onto my 
upturned face.

"Oh Yeah, that feels great! Fucking you real hard, gay-
boy! Feel my dick filling your pussy, you fucking 
faggot!" Daniel roars as he pounds me. I sink back into 
blessed unconsciousness once again as I sense him 
discharge his ball juices deep up into me.

When I finally come to, suddenly I gag out loudly, 
violently as a large thick fleshy object restricts my 
breathing and slams into the back of my throat.

Startled, confused and frightened, I realise I have 
been placed on my knees, and my hands are tied behind 
my back. I am bent forward all the way, and the only 
thing I can see in front of me is the thick patch of 
dark pubic hairs growing from Mitch Ryan's groin.

"Oh yeah cock sucker! That's it! Take it all! Show Papa 
what a good cock sucking homo you really are!" says 
Mitch as he holds the back of my head tightly, and 
shoves the full length of his fat six and a half inch 
erect uncut cock all the way to the back of my mouth.

Again I gag violently as leaking tears start gliding 
down my battered face into his pubic hair. Once again, 
agonizing pain lances through my brain as I obediently 
tighten my swollen split lips around the girth of his 
long throbbing penis.

Now, on bended knees, I am passed around, giving each 
of the guys as many blow jobs as they want. Each time 
they cum, filling my mouth with their sperm, I swallow. 
Regardless if they are sitting down, or standing up, I 
obediently kneel before them and suck them off.

Finally I can no longer stay on my knees. I slump to 
the ground and as I feel a crunching blow to my temple 
ricochet my head backwards, I feel myself slip into 
unconsciousness once again.

Then there are only voices. I hear them but they seem 
so far away.

"Is he still alive? Are you sure he's unconscious and 
not dead?" I didn't know who was talking, but the 
concerned voice sounded so faint, so distant.

"I never killed no slave nor queer in my life, and I 
ain't about to start now!" was that Trevor's voice? 
Again I couldn't tell.

"Oh stop being a drama queen, for fuck sake! Let's just 
get him to Evan's room like Noel said! Though I got to 
admit, I didn't realise we'd gotten so carried away. He 
looks like his in really bad shape, dude!" maybe that 
was Steve's voice, or maybe Daniel's?

"Don't worry about anything, guys! This piece of shit 
is nothing but a fucking slave! Anyway, if Noel's queer 
brother Evan does what he expect him to do, none of 
this will matter! And if Noel's right, he'll be the 
wealthiest person in this state within a fortnight, and 
this faggot-girl and his brothers will cease to even 
exist! Remember, there's always a bright side to 
everything!" that was definitely Trevor's voice, but to 
me, it all sounded so confusing, so unreal.

For a long time I felt nothing. I just floated in a 
place of complete darkness and emptiness. Then a single 
voice once again rouses me, a soft irritating voice I 
just want to go away.

"I don't think I can give you up, faggot-girl! And I 
sure don't want to give you to my little brother, 
definitely not now, not ever!"

Yes, that was Noel's voice, a thick syrupy voice 
speaking directly to me.

"Oh yes, you've become my perfect sex slave, the 
ultimate! And you were so good at servicing all my 
friends like you did. Believe it or not, queer-boy, but 
I was so proud of you! So I think I need you to stay 
with me from now on. I think you need to stay with me 
forever!" the voice of Noel continued softly as I felt 
a cold moist pressure gently glide across my forehead.

"So hang in there, my gorgeous sex slave. I want you to 
get all better now, and then I'll come and get you 
back. And when I get you back, I promise I'll never 
hurt you ever again." The voice ended as it trailed off 
into silence, and I felt two soft lips kiss my forehead 
tenderly.

And then I sank into a darkness of pure silence and 
peace.

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