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Forrest watched with pride as his little brother Bradley eagerly took Daniel's rough fucking. The thirteen-year-old boy's small pencil dick was hard and bounced against the boy's heaving belly, dripping clear boy juice on the carpet. Bradley's face was flat on the carpet, his cheeks red and rubbed raw, his blue eyes staring vaguely ahead as the little slut's mind went blank with lusty submission.
Bradley's arms were duct taped behind his back and his hips were being controlled by the strong sixteen-year-old jock behind him. Bradley knew what was happening to him was wrong. He was wearing torn panties and a ripped dress. He had just blown one of his brother's friends and swallowed his cum in front of three other boys. Bradley had let one of his own best friends fuck him and cum in his ass. A part of him wanted to cry with shame because he knew his life would never be the same after today.
But it also felt so good. The seven-inch cock inside of him was thrusting against his love button a hundred times a minute, making Bradley's body pulse with a warm glow that made the thirteen-year-old drool with pleasure. Bradley loved being used like this. He didn't know why but he didn't care. He didn't care if he moaned and cooed like a dumb whore. He especially liked it when Daniel called him a dumb whore. It made Bradley feel good that his body was turning the older boy into raging sex bull. All Bradley wanted was to get rutted by this mean animal.
Daniel couldn't believe how eager the slut he was railing was. He had read about sissy femboys on the internet. How they loved to be touched and controlled and used. He didn't know how fucking real that was though. Bradley let him do whatever he wanted it seemed. Daniel had made Bradley finger Joshua's cum out his tender hole and eat in front of everyone. Watching the sweaty, nervous - but horned up - femboy suck cum and fuck slime off his fingers sent Daniel into madness. He had kicked the suckling little boy to the ground and shoved his cock into the helpless kid's hairless pink pussy.
Daniel jerked the belt Forrest had wrapped around the little whore's neck. "You really are a nasty faggot you know that?" Daniel spat at Bradley, smiling while he fucked his cock into the moaning blonde boy. Daniel picked up his pace. He needed to cum now and the sixteen-year-old jock was feeling the alpha wolf inside him rise up in the need to show up all the other guys in the room. He pushed the thirteen-year-old's hips down flat so Bradley was splayed flat out on the floor and Daniel could put his entire weight onto the boy as he jackhammered his teen meat stick into the middle-schooler pancaked underneath him.
Daniel began grunting deeply into the blonde whore's ear. "I'm gonna fuck breed you Bradley. I'm gonna fill your hole with my fucking cum. You want that?" Daniel grabbed a fistful of curly blonde hair and pulled.
"Oooh yes s-sir," Bradley said back in-between gritted teeth. Bradley moaned in heat as his small body was split in half by Daniel's hot steel rod. "Unnnnggghhh" Bradley yelled as Daniel pushed deeper inside of his wiggling thirteen-year-old butt.
"Tell me how much you want my cum, slut!" Daniel demanded as he hammered his cock deep into Bradley soft insides. The jock began to see red as Bradley's warm guts swished around the older teenager's engorged head.
"F-fuck m-me please, sir" Bradley stammered. "F-fill me up with your cum, sir. I n-need it-t s-so b-badly. Puh-please sir," Bradley moaned as his own tiny cock was smashed between the rough carpet and his smooth tummy. The thirteen-year-old hadn't cum all day, the last time he tried Forrest had beat him in front of everyone. But right now he didn't care. Bradley couldn't control himself. Daniel's cock had found his slut button and the pressure building up in Bradley's bladder was too much. Bradley's mind burned white hot and shocks and waves of warm, electric pleasure shook the slim blonde into an orgasmic fury. Bradley's hands duct-taped behind his back grabbed at Daniel's hard abs, flexing as the older boy thrusted.
Bradley felt his hole suck at the cock ravaging it, and he let out a long happy sigh as he felt his balls draw up into his tummy and release spurt after spurt of clear love juice. Daniel's fucking hammered Bradley flat into the ground and he felt the wet pool of boy cum spread with each of his electric spasms.
Daniel ground Bradley's face hard into the carpet as he felt the boy's warm hole tighten and clamp hard on his rutting meat stick. "Oh my god you feel so fucking good bitch" Daniel said he released his own boiling hot teen cum into Bradley. Daniel bucked wildly into the squealing blonde femboy beneath him. Daniel didn't give a shit if he was hurting the faggot. He only wanted to breed. Daniel felt like a carnivore in the jungle tearing into its prey. He was a natural predator and Bradley was his natural prey. Daniel knew this was the order of things, how the world was for alphas like him and bitch faggots like Bradley.
Bradley felt small and weak and used laying beneath the strong jock. His body was still shuddering from his orgasm but, as his mind came back from the depths of slutty submission, regret and shame came with it. Bradley felt cold and began shivering as the adrenaline left his body. Daniel's cock was still inside of him, but Bradley could feel it softening and the sixteen-year-old jock's cum started to leak out of his loose boy pussy. For some reason, that made Bradley feel even more like a cheap whore. Like he was just a rubber fucktoy not even worth pulling out of before falling asleep. And Bradley hated that this made him feel good.
Bradley's shoulders were sore from his arms being duct-taped behind his back and now they were screaming in hot pain from Daniel's weight on them. Bradley twisted out from underneath the resting jock and felt his face rub against his older brother's feet.
Forrest looked down at his freshly fucked younger brother and smiled. "Feel good faggot?"
"Y-yes s-sir," Bradley replied weakly as he instinctively began licking at Forrest's toes. "Thank you for letting me fuck your friends, sir" Bradley said obediently, knowing his older brother loved being worshipped.
"Want more faggot?"
Bradley wasn't actually sure if he did want more but he said yes anyways. He knew it didn't matter to Forrest what his dumb slutty ass wanted anyways. And, as he licked at his hunky older brother's sexy feet, he began feeling horny again.
"Ha. Too fucking bad loser." Forrest laughed as he watched Bradley's face fall. Forrest was surprised the faggot could still be horny after the fucking Daniel had given him, and as much as it made him proud of the queer, he was also a little disgusted. This fucking kid will do anything.
Bradley couldn't sleep that night. He was thinking too much about the things the older boys did to him. What he let them do to him. What he wished they had done to him before Forrest sent him to bed. Bradley didn't know what to do with the mixture of humiliation and horny joy that being a wanton slut filled him with. The more he thought about it, the more ... right ... it felt. This is what he was supposed to be: a "practice girl" his older brother said. A sex toy for other boys to practice on. The thought of being owned and used sent Bradley into a weird delirium. He wanted it so bad but also knew that he wasn't supposed to let boys use him like this. But then why did it feel so good?
The rest of the school year was tough for Bradley because Joshua ignored him and Forrest never let him out of his cage. Bradley was afraid that his dick would disappear completely. But the lack of attention from the other boys also meant Bradley could focus more on his grades, which he did. Bradley did so well that, one day, when he got home, Forrest told him he got into a summer camp for special boys.
"Don't worry about me," Forrest laughed when Bradley worried about who would take care of Forrest's needs if he was going to be in summer camp. "You're not the only easy slut I know."
Forrest had debated whether to tell Bradley the details about his special summer camp, but decided against it in case the kid got too scared. It would be much better if Bradley found out where he was going after it was too late to back out. The pressure would make the boy feel better Forrest hoped.
But he also didn't really care. What was important was Forrest getting into State College and the Alpha fraternity. If it meant selling them Bradley to be their house bitch for a few years, fuck it. Bradley's faggot ass was going to enjoy it anyways.
Bradley begged Forrest to stay, though. "I won't know anyone there. Everyone will make fun of me. Why can't I stay home with you?" Bradley sobbed as he looked at the other kids getting on the bus. They were all like Joshua and Forrest: jocks. Some were tall, some were short, some were muscular, others slim, and other fat. Most were okay looking. A few were ugly. Some were really hot and Bradley's heart skipped when he thought about spending the summer with them. But they all looked like jocks. They were wrestling each other and being loud and throwing heavy bags around like nothing. Bradley felt nervous. He thought he was going to a camp with other boys like him. Special boys, Forrest had said.
"Don't worry, Bradley. I made sure you'd get a seat mate you'd like," Forrest assured his pouting little brother. "I think that's him over there," Forrest exclaimed, pointing to a small, blonde boy struggling with getting bags out of a jeep. Forrest grabbed Bradley by the arm and dragged him over.
"Hey man, is this Finn?" Forrest said to the driver of the jeep, pointing to the boy who was untangling himself from three bags, each as big as he was.
"Yeah! This Brad?" The driver asked.
"Yeah," Forrest replied, pulling Bradley over. "Say hi, fag" Forrest said. The words stung Bradley. Forrest usually didn't treat him like this in front of strangers.
"Uhm, h-hi" Bradley said. The driver of the jeep looked older, like in his twenties at least. He smirked at Bradley.
"Cute," he said coldly, turning back to Forrest. "Well, ok man." And then he drove off.
Bradley looked at the boy called Finn and immediately felt better about going to camp. Finn was Bradley's height and build, petite with blonde hair. But Finn's was dirtier than Bradley's bleached blonde. Finn's hair was shorter and straighter. His eyes were a deep green to Bradley's ocean blue. Finn's skin was a golden tan to Bradley's pale glow. And his face had sharper features than Bradley's round cheeks. If Bradley looked like a Greek boy whore, ready to be shared by a troop of Spartan soldiers, Finn looked like a golden god, fit to be a great conqueror's personal concubine. His bright white smile intimidated Bradley, but also excited him.
Bradley's heart fluttered as he looked the boy up and down and wondered what his skin felt like and tasted like. Then Bradley realized Finn was doing the same to Bradley's body. The two boys stood speechless as they shyly made eye contact, each too nervous to speak first.
"Ok fags, have a fun time," Forrest laughed. He lifted Bradley's bags out of his trunk and drove off, taking a look at Finn's perky butt, happy that Bradley was going to be happy with his cute new friend.
"This will be so much fun!" Finn said excitedly as the boys made their way to the bus. Bradley had never met someone with as much energy as Finn. Once they had gotten their bags packed and found a seat, Finn couldn't stop talking. He was shocked that Forrest hadn't told Bradley anything. "My brother told me as soon as he knew I was jerking off. He was in Alpha Fraternity a long time ago. He wanted me prepared so I wouldn't embarrass him."
"What do you mean?" Bradley asked. Everything about this seemed so confusing. When he and Finn had gotten on the bus, the other boys cheered for them. One of the jocks accidentally tripped Bradley, but then immediately apologized for it. Bradley was felt his body heat up with excitement when the handsome jock touched his arm and lifted him off the floor. As he talked with Finn, Bradley kept looking over at the pretty jock with the shaggy brown brown hair, hoping that he'd get to wrap his lips around the boy's cock and thank him for his kindness.
"Alpha frat always keeps a few `house bitches' around to cook and clean for them, stuff like that... This summer is like everyone's try-outs. Ours and theirs!" Finn laughed, but Bradley could tell he was getting nervous the more he talked about it.
"Try-outs? For what?" Bradley asked, still confused.
"Haven't you been listening, dummy?" Finn teased. "We're going to be house bitches for a fraternity. These guys," Finn gestured to the dozen or so other boys on the bus, "are all high school seniors trying to join that fraternity."
"H-house bitches?!" Bradley yelped. "What the fuck is that?" He didn't like the sound of a house bitch, but when his stomach turned his dick twitched inside of its cage too. He had been ignored for months and Bradley almost forgot what it felt like to be horny. To crave cock. To think about nothing but obeying older boys. Being a house bitch sounded kind of fun.
"I'm not exactly sure. I know it means cooking and cleaning and doing laundry," Finn looked hard at Bradley, like he was unsure of what to say next. "Have you ever had sex," he asked Bradley matter-of-factly.
"Well, yeah" Bradley said, not sure how much he should tell his new friend. Finn was unbelievably cute and Bradley liked that Finn seemed to like him. He didn't want Finn to think differently about him.
"But with a guy?" Finna asked carefully.
"I-I've only had sex with guys," Bradley perked up, not sure what Finn would think but glad that he was the first to bring it up.
"Guys? PLURAL? You slut!" Finn teased Bradley grinning widely and Bradley's heart beamed. "Oh my god you need to tell me all about it," Finn said grabbing Bradley's hands and putting them in his lap.
Bradley felt Finn's cock twitch against the back of his hands as he told Finn everything he'd done since he turned thirteen. Finn's green ayes and bright white smile made Bradley feel so comfortable and confident, he felt a strange sense of pride as told Finn about swallowing cum and begging to be bred. It felt so good to be open with Finn about being dominated by his older brother. Bradley was glad there was someone who understood why he liked the things he liked and didn't make fun of him for it. In fact, Finn seemed positively thrilled by Bradley's story of being fucked in a dressing room by strangers and being gang banged in his basement.
Then, when Bradley was finished, Finn told Bradley his own story. He was the second youngest of four boys. His two older brothers were mean like Forrest, but Finn's younger brother Ian was really cool and a lot of fun to play with. He would ride Finn's cock sometimes as he jerked off. Finn didn't haste more though, he felt tired he said. Both boys felt worn out. They had shared so much with each other, they felt like brothers now, too. Bradley put his head in Finn's lap and the young boys fell asleep together.
"Let's go lovebirds! Ride's over. We're here," Ben said, pushing his way through the crowd. Ben was one of the track stars at Alpha Frat and was in charge of accepting new applicants. He was tall and handsome. He was very skinny and had short black hair.
"Hey bitches," Ben said to Bradley and Finn as he escorted them off the bus. "Don't be lazy. If you want to be a house bitch, it's actually pretty easy. Just do what you're told. WHEN you're told. Right now, you both need to go into the house and find Micah. He'll tell what you need to do next."
Bradley was still waking up and his head swam with confusion. There were so many people around and so much yelling and cursing and shoving as meathead boys tried to get their bags off the bus before anyone else. He was grateful Finn was there to take his hand and help him through the crowd.
Micah was a tall, dark, handsome boy who walked like a supermodel. He was wearing a tasteful maid's uniform. He had full lips, high cheekbones, straight black hair, and looked at the two small blonde boys standing in front of him suspiciously. Micah had been a house bitch for three years, and he was supposed to show Bradley and Finn the ropes.
"Look, they don't hurt as much as you think," Micah assured the trembling thirteen-year-olds as they gaped at the ropes they would be tied up and whipped with if they ever disobeyed or disrespected one of the frat brothers. "And you'll never get whipped unless you do something wrong, which, if you listen to what I tell you, you'll never do!" Micah said with a flip of his wrist. Micah decided he didn't like these two blonde bitches. They looked too innocent.
Bradley was awed by this dark femboy who walked around so confidently even when surrounded by meathead jocks who were growing increasingly rowdy as they moved bags and argued over rooms and beds. They scared Bradley.
Micah led the new house bitches through the first floor of the house, showing them the kitchen and day room and living room and tv room and then the backyard with the badminton net and beer pong table and fire pit. Bradley was intimidated by the sheer size of the mansion he was in. It made him feel small, like he could get lost forever in here. The house bitches weren't allowed on the second or third floors without an escort from Micah or one of the frat boys.
"That's where the boys live. If you're going up there it's either to clean with me or to get fucked by someone. So don't go up there for any other reason or we'll think you're stealing and we'll kick you out and find some other trashy slut to take your place. You'll spend most of your time in the basement anyways. That's where the laundry room and bathrooms are."
Bradley clutched Finn's hand apprehensively as Micah showed them their sleeping quarters. It was a large dog kennel lined with dirty mattresses, a blanket, and a few pillows. It sat at the bottom of a chute that the frat boys would use to send the house bitches their dirty laundry. There were coin-operated machines on one wall and a table on the other for folding clothes. A big flat screen was angled towards the kennel. Otherwise the room was empty and white. Like a hospital. Or jail cell.
"You faggots will fall in love with this place soon enough. You're going to be covered in nasty frat boy underwear and it's going to drive you insane with lust," Micah laughed. He almost missed this part of being a house bitch. But he was glad to be over the constant humiliations, harassments, and assaults. As senior house bitch he was treated with almost as much respect as one of the brothers. He had only one year left, as long as at least one of these boys could take his place. Micah supposed he should be nicer, but he figured it would be better in the long run that these two got used to how things would be around here: rough.
Bradley felt himself grow horny at the thought. Everything Micah had shown him was too much though. He could barely process it. "So, what exactly will we be doing here?" Bradley asked, barely able to get the words past his dry throat.
"Whatever you're told," Micah said rolling his eyes as if it should be obvious by now. "You're both going to be little sissy sex slaves for a bunch of frat guys so they don't beat or rape their girlfriends and drop out of school. You'll do their laundry and sometimes you'll also cook and clean. I'm going to be doing most of the cooking and cleaning now though. You two are here for the things I don't want to do."
"Look," Micah said, bending over to get to the trembling thirteen-year-olds' level and stare both of them in the eyes. "You both know what's going to happen here and you know you're ok with it, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten off that bus. So embrace it. Have a good time." Then the older sissy walked out of the room, locking the two boys in their kennel.
"What should we do?" Bradley asked Finn after what felt like an eternity of silence as the two boys processed what Micah had just shown and told them.
"Get naked!" Finn said decisively after a moment's thought. "I want to see you naked, Brad!" Finn added excitedly as he took his shirt off and pulled down his shorts.
Bradley stared at his new friend stripping and quickly joined in. "What's that?" Finn asked pointing at Bradley's cock cage.
"It's my cage. It keeps me from getting hard and jerking off too much," Bradley said, blushing in front of his new friend. Bradley had forgotten all about his cage he had gotten so used to it. Finn's cock was already stiff. It was a half inch bigger than Bradley's and a little thicker. And Finn had a little bush of blonde hairs growing around it and on his balls. Bradley was a little envious that Finn could get hard whenever he wanted.
"How do you cum then?" Finn asked curiously.
"W-well, sometimes my brother takes it off and lets me play with myself. But otherwise I only cum when I'm being fucked," Bradley admitted. He felt like such a dirty slut telling Finn all this. But when he looked at Finn, his new friend just beamed.
"My brothers would freak out if they knew about these," Finn said, reaching over and fondling Bradley's cage. Bradley moaned as his friend's fingers explored his sensitive crotch. Bradley's small cock swelled inside its cage as Finn's lightly touched his hairless balls. "Do you wanna cum, Bradley?" Finn asked deviously.
"Mhmm, yes please" Bradley nodded as Finn's finger moved to his tender, soft ring and began pushing on it gently. Bradley leaned back and lifted his legs to give Finn a better angle and closed his eyes. Finn was so gentle, Bradley barely felt his first finger slip inside him. Finn twisted it in and out, adding his spit as lube every time he pulled out. Soon Bradley was cooing and humming and so Finn slipped a second finger in and began wiggling both around Bradley's fleshy insides. Once Bradley gasped and his eyes shot open, Finn knew he had found his cute friend's love button and he began fucking his fingers in and out.
Finn loved how cute his new friend was. Bradley began humping himself on his friend's fingers and then asked Finn to fuck him. "Please put it in me, Finn. I want to feel you inside of me," Bradley begged softly, batting his blue eyes at his slender friend.
Finn lifted Bradley's legs up and then pushed the tip of his hard boy cock against his friend's wet hole and began pushing his slim four and half inches inside, listening to Bradley's breathing as he went further and further in until his soft blonde bush was pressed against Bradley smooth butt cheeks. Then he stroked in and out as much as his small dick would allow, enjoying Bradley's buttery insides melting against his cockhead.
Finn's cock was the smallest Bradley had ever taken but it still felt good as it poked around inside of him. Finn's tip prodded his slut button over and over, making Bradley gasp with pleasure and wrap his thin arms around Finn's shoulders to pull himself closer to his lover.
"Oh fuck me Finn," Bradley whispered, making Finn quicken his pace. Finn loved being fucked and abused by his brother, but he enjoyed making love to Bradley more. Finn loved how sweet and quiet and dirty Bradley was. He loved how naturally Bradley took to submitting. Finn couldn't wait until he was getting gang banged next to Bradley at a frat party.
"Brad, oh Brad you feel so good, baby!" Finn kissed Bradley on the mouth as he emptied himself into his new best friend and lover. When he pulled out, Finn started feeding his seed to his lover. Bradley lapped up Finn's feet boy juice hungrily, savoring the taste. "Now it's your turn Brad baby," Finn said as he searched Bradley's cummy asshole with his fingers. Finn found Bradley's love button and fucked it hard.
"Unnnghhhh," Bradley gritted his teeth through painful pleasure that was spreading from his insides and to the rest of his shuddering young body. Finn laid down next to his moaning friend and slipped his other arm underneath Bradley's head and kissed his slim neck. Finn quickened the pace of his fingering and Bradley moaned loader.
Bradley could feel the pressure building inside of stomach and he clenched his toes as he pushed out against Finn's invading fingers. "Oh fuck me Finn! I wanna cum for you Finn. I love you so much Finn" Bradley cooed shamelessly as Finn's long thin fingers danced inside of him.
"I love you too Bradley," Finn whispered back as he licked the salty seat from his lover's neck. "I want to see you cum so I can feed it to you," Finn teased as he slipped a fourth finger inside of Bradley and pushed them as deep as Bradley's tight hole allowed.
Bradley pushed harder against the invasion and felt himself release. Bradley's slender body went weak as long drips of love juice oozed out of his caged penis. Bradley squirmed as Finn teased more and more cum from out of his spent cock.
"You're so good, Bradley," Finn smiled at his friend as he pulled the last finger from out of his pussy and used it to feed Bradley his own seed. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Finn asked shyly, but excitedly as Bradley sucked boy cum and butt juice off his fingers.
"Of course!" Bradley smiled. Finn laughed at the cum smeared blonde boy who was now his boyfriend. Bradley giggled back. My boyfriend! Bradley thought to himself not quite believing it. He looked Finn in his deep green eyes and felt like he was staring into a forest. They kissed and then the two thirteen-year-olds fell asleep in each other's arms for the second time that day.
It was late when Bradley woke up. The room was too dark to see anything and he didn't feel Finn next to him either. This made Bradley nervous. Where was his friend? No, my boyfriend Bradley reminded himself. The memory both excited him and made his stomach twist into a knot of nerves as he realized he didn't know where Finn was.
Bradley barely even knew where he was. He tried to stand up but his head smashed against the wire roof of the kennel he was locked in. Bradley found the door, but it was locked and, after rattling the cage a few times, Bradley realized he was nowhere near strong enough to break out. No one came when he called out either, no matter how loud or desperate he sounded.
After spending all his energy, the scared thirteen-year-old resigned himself to the hopelessness of his situation and tried to fall back asleep. He missed Finn too much though. He was worried about his sweet boyfriend. Bradley tossed and turned for hours until the lights in the room flashed on suddenly.
Bradley's eyes were still adjusting to the bright light when he heard the door open. "Hello?" He called out. "What's going on?" He asked, covering his small naked frame with the one blanket that had been left in the kennel. It was too bright still for Bradley to see who had come into the room, but he knew it wasn't Finn. This boy was way too big.
"Breakfast. That's what's going on," came a disinterested reply. Bradley heard a tray being left somewhere and then a key unlocking his cage. Bradley's head began throbbing. The lights were so bright. Unbearably bright like a hospital. Then whoever had dropped the tray left and closed the door behind him. When the door shut, the lights dimmed and Bradley could finally make out where he was.
It looked like a laundry room. There were coin-operated machines and a folding table with a couple of chairs where his breakfast had been left. Some scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Bradley realized he hadn't eaten for almost a full day. He scarfed the meal down greedily. When he finished, he walked around his room but noticed there wasn't much to see. There was a tv in one of the corners but it was off.
Then Bradley saw the camera and his heart sank. This was bad. The camera's light was on so it must be recording. Bradley and Finn had been so horny for each other, they hadn't bothered to look around the room they had been kept in.
"That's what's wrong with you practice girls, you can't think right. Only got cock on your mind," Bradley heard a familiar voice say. It was Ben. Bradley was happy to see his friendly looking face, but he didn't like how Ben was talking about him.
"I'm not a girl," Bradley looked Ben right in the eyes. The older boy just laughed.
"Sissy boy, practice girl, whatever. You're a house bitch and you belong to us now. You're whatever I say you are," Ben said authoritatively. Bradley noticed then that he was still completely naked. Ben was smirking at his small, caged cock and it made Bradley feel just as tiny. Bradley looked down, not sure what else to say.
"Hey," Ben barked at the sullen thirteen-year-old. "Did you hear me? What do you say when a brother is talking to you?"
Bradley wasn't sure so he just said what he always said to Forrest, "yes sir."
"So what are you?" Ben asked.
"I-I'm a ... a ..." Bradley wasn't sure what to say.
"Y-you a-are a-a f-fucking d-dumbass," Ben mocked Bradley. "Look, here's the deal faggot. I'm going to spell this out very simply for you so you understand. You and Finn are our house bitches. You belong to us now. Your brothers sold you to us. So your bodies are ours now. They belong to us. You will use them how we tell you to use them. You will NOT cum without permission. Do you understand?"
Ben spoke each sentence as a command. Bradley's heart raced in his chest and sank into the pits of stomach as waves of humiliation and frustration and shame and excitement washed over him. I'm only thirteen Bradley thought. How can this all be happening to me already?
"Do you understand?" Ben asked again. He knew the naked child would say yes. They almost always did. But not always. Being a house bitch was a huge responsibility and Bradley was younger than most. Ben laughed thinking about how fucked this young kid's body and mind were going to be after a few years getting gang banged by college studs.
Bradley squirmed in his seat. He knew he should say no. He should throw something at this dumb college jock and run out of the room and find Finn so they could escape this place together. But Bradley's eyes kept wandering to Ben's dirty white air force one's and his nike socks. Ben had lean runner's thighs and a bulge that was beckoning Bradley's bright red lips like a siren. A spark ignited inside of Bradley and the thirteen-year-old felt himself get hot and lightheaded as he thought about sucking Ben's cock and feeling the older boy breed his guts like the bitch he was.
"Yes sir," Bradley managed to say. After hearing himself say it out loud, Bradley's confidence grew. "I'll be your house bitch sir," he added, looking Ben in his dull brown eyes. Bradley's heart quickened when he saw those dull brown eyes glitter gold with greed.
"Good. Honestly, I'm surprised we even had to have this talk. I thought you'd be a better influence on Finn," Ben said, getting up from his chair. "I mean, someone has clearly had this conversation with you before, Bradley," Ben continued as he walked over to Bradley and pointed at the middle-schooler's caged cock. "You know can never cum without permission."
Bradley stared at the frat brother towering over him. He looked down at Ben's crotch and swore he could feel the heat emanating from it. Bradley took a deep breath and swore he could smell Ben's strong musk. Bradley felt strange and confused.
He missed Finn. Bradley had just gotten a boyfriend and now he was gone already! It made Bradley frustrated. And then there was this room. It was empty and cold when Bradley was all alone. The kennel smelled like sweat and stale urine. He felt dirty the longer he was in there.
But Ben was gorgeous. He had curly brown hair and a cute smile. And he was so close to Bradley. And Bradley was completely naked and exposed and helpless in front of the taller older boy. He wanted to resist, to find Finn, but his submissive side took over. Bradley gave in to the horny fuck slut inside of him. Bradley knew this was what he was made for anyways.
"Of course, sir. I'm so sorry sir. How can I make it up to you?" Bradley batted his bright eyes innocently, his mouth watering as he anticipated tasting Ben's thick tool. He wanted to show Ben how good of a slut he could be.
"You can't," Ben said, smacking the sorry blonde boy hard so hard across his sweet round face that the bitch spilled out his chair and onto the floor. "This isn't your home Bradley. This is our home. You just live here. Your little sweet and innocent `oh please fuck me' routine isn't going to work here ok faggot?"
Bradley was terrified. Forrest had hit him like that a couple of times, but Ben's calmness was scarier than Forrest's rage. And Bradley knew Forrest loved him and would never truly hurt him. He had only just met Ben. Tears began running down the thirteen-year-old's red face.
"W-where's F-Finn?" Bradley asked. "I-I w-want to t-talk to F-Finn, sir."
"Finn is going to be punished for the both of you Bradley. This will teach you to teach him how to control himself."
Bradley was so confused. He didn't know what Ben was talking about. "W-what are you talking about, s-sir?"
"Finn is a fucking whore, Bradley. He was kicked out of middle school, Bradley. MIDDLE school. Because he slept with like all of the male teachers and coaches and the principal. Got like half the school district locked up," Ben chuckled. "He's a destructive faggot, and we were hoping you'd be able to reign him in a little since you have some experience with chastity. But we can't leave you two alone for even a minute before you're letting him fuck you."
Bradley's head swam as he held his sore jaw.
"Anyways, he's going to be on piss duty for a week and you're going to stay in here and do nothing. Except our laundry I guess," Ben motioned to some dirty clothes that had already been dropped down the chute and landed inside the kennel. "If you have any questions, don't ask me. Ask Micah."
"Where's Micah?" Bradley wondered. Ben stared at him, rolled his eyes, and then left.
The rest of the day was uneventful for Bradley except for Micah teaching him to use the laundry machines. "They're coin operated," Micah said. "So you'll have to earn the money to use them. There's a coin machine upstairs in the day room by the arcade machines. The brothers expect their laundry to be done by the next day. So you'll be pretty busy," Micah said pinching Bradley's exposed bottom.
Bradley was overwhelmed by his new life. Micah locked him in the kennel after they washed clothes and that's where Bradley was left until the next morning. That morning, when he was brought breakfast, he was also brought a remote control for the tv in the corner. When he turned it on, there was only one channel and showed a small blonde boy who seemed to be sitting in a urinal, leashed to a pipe.
It was Finn! He looked terrible, Bradley realized, his heart sinking. Finn was wet, shaking, and pale. Finn's ankles were duct taped together and tucked underneath his shivering naked bubble butt. Finn's wrists were duct taped and his hands lay in his lap, covering his crotch so the camera couldn't see his penis.
Bradley watched as a couple of frat brothers stumbled into frame and pulled out their dicks. Finn turned towards one with his mouth open and eyes closed but it was the other one who began pissing first, hitting the bound blonde boy on the side of his face. Finn turned toward and began gulping down the college guy's golden stream.
Bradley wanted to be with his boyfriend so badly. Finn looked cold and tired, but also horny. He was trying desperately to catch both of the boy's streams in his mouth at once, but the frat brothers were teasing him. As soon as Finn turned to gulp down one boy's piss, he'd aim his stream at Finn's crotch and the other frat brother would aim at Finn's face. Then they'd switch. Bradley could tell Finn was getting frustrated. Let him drink the piss! Bradley wished.
He wished he was next to his boyfriend getting to drink hot boy piss straight from their cocks. Bradley lubed up a finger and slipped it inside himself wanting to take advantage of seeing his sexy boyfriend abused by these two strangers. As Bradley fingered himself tenderly, he wondered what type of punishment this was supposed to be. And then one of the boys kicked Finn in his chest, sending him hard into the white porcelain behind him.
"Why aren't you jerking off, faggot?" The frat brother said. Bradley was worried where this was going. "Do you need to get beat again bitch? Or are done cumming you queer?" Bradley could see Finn start jerking his tiny cock, but the little thing looked wasted and lifeless. Finn jerked it but he looked like he in more pain than pleasure.
Then the tv shut off. Oh no. Bradley thought. Something is wrong. His remote was working. Bradley spent the rest of the day locked in his kennel, alone with his thoughts and the image of his boyfriend chained to a urinal and pissed on, interrupted only the occasional pile of dirty clothes falling down the laundry chute.
Bradley learned he could pile the dirty clothes up and it was kind of nice napping on the smelly things. There were funky socks and musky boxers and stanky shirts and Bradley sniffed them all in his boredom. He learned to sort them by smell too. He was pretty sure he could match each brother's foot funk to his ball sweat to his pit odor. Now he just needed to match each pile to a face and a name. Bradley's horniness was growing exponentially each hour he was left alone. He had nothing to distract himself with. He just sat there, naked, caged, among the dirty clothes, with the occasional break to eat or do laundry with Micah. The older house bitch was proud of Bradley for matching piles together, so he helped Bradley with their names too.
"Those are Cole's," Micah said, pointing to Bradley's favorite pile. Cole's boxer's had the most lovely spicy and lemony scent and Bradley had wrapped them around his face and fingered himself to sleep two nights in a row. "Cole was wondering what was taking so long until he saw the video," Micah laughed.
Bradley blushed. He knew about the camera but had hoped maybe no one would notice his shameful act.
"Don't worry," Micah said when he noticed Bradley look down at the ground. "As long as you don't cum, being a horny slut is what's expected of a house bitch. Cole's happy that it's his scent you've picked up on. You should be happy too! Cole's really cute," Micah rubbed Bradley's shoulder comfortingly. "Lord knows they're not all cute," Micah laughed.
There were no windows in the room so Bradley even lost track of the time. He didn't know if he had been in there three days or four. He thought he remembered Ben telling him he'd be here a week, but Bradley couldn't really remember. Most of his thoughts were about Finn. Whenever the tv was on, it was a video of Bradley's boyfriend suffering some humiliation. Bradley figured out they were forcing Finn to cum dozens of times every day. By now, the frat brothers had milked several ounces of boy jizz from the middle-schooler. Micah told Bradley they'd sell it.
That's how the frat brothers made money. They filmed their house bitches 24/7. Some of the cameras Bradley could see, some of them he'd never know about. But Micah made sure that Bradley understood he was always being watched. Always and everywhere. Bradley was no longer a private fuck toy for Forrest. He was a public sex doll to be used for the amusement of the frat brothers and whoever paid enough money for access to the live feed.
When the week was over, Bradley felt feral. His thirteen-year-old mind was crazy with lust and shame at what he'd gotten himself into. When Finn came into the room with breakfast, Bradley's heart jumped with joy. But he felt guilty too. Finn had suffered so much that week alone, without Bradley. But he looked healthy at least. Finn had gotten back his golden complexion and his smile was as bright as when Bradley first kissed him.
"You have a cage!" Bradley yelped, happy that he wasn't alone in that humiliation anymore. Bradley saw that Finn's was metal instead of plastic. "Wow, that must be cold," he laughed.
"Yeah. But I like it! It's made me so much hornier, but somehow also calmer" Finn said. Bradley kissed his boyfriend and then stepped back to admire him again. Bradley still had some baby fat but Finn's muscles were just coming in and Bradley wanted to feel them. So the two boys ducked into their kennel and began massaging each other and making out, glad to be in each other's company again.
The boys napped and were woken up by Micah telling them they needed to get ready to meet the frat president for their first interview. Bradley was nervous. He was horny and excited because he was pretty sure this "interview" would mean getting fucked, and the thought of a frat brother's cock inside of him was getting him hot. But these frat brothers were different than any of the boys he'd fucked before. They seemed meaner. Bradley was worried about him or Finn getting hurt.
Micah had outfits for the two boys to wear before meeting with Staggs, the frat president. Staggs had been recruited as a pitcher but had been injured and his career ruined, so Micah warned the blonde boys he was sensitive about that. Otherwise, Staggs was a good guy. He had a big cock and knew how to use it which was more than Micah could say for most of the frat brothers.
Bradley noticed Micah didn't seem to respect anyone. Certainly not him or Finn, but not many of the frat brothers either. "Why did you become a house bitch, Micah?" Bradley got the courage to ask.
"My boyfriend in high school was recruited into the frat and brought me along. He didn't make it but I decided to stay," Micah said curtly. "Enough talking, put on your clothes and let's meet Staggs. We can't have you bitches going through the house naked, the brothers would rape you before you made it to the second floor."
Bradley and Finn looked at each other and then back at the clothes Micah brought for them. They were State College cheerleader uniforms. One was mostly orange with some blue accents, the other was reversed for away games. Then they both slipped panties over their slim bottoms and showed off to each other.
"You're so pretty Brad!" Finn said, making Bradley blush.
"You too!" Bradley said, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek.
"Stop that," Micah said, shoving the two sissy boys apart. "We don't have time for your faggotry," Micah said with a swish of his hips as he led the two sissy thirteen-year-olds upstairs.
Bradley held Finn's hand excitedly as they were escorted through the first floor and upstairs to the third where the president's room was. The frat house was a mansion built in the 1920's and had dark mahogany wood with cream white walls. Bradley looked over the third floor balcony and could see the entire first floor beneath him. There were a half dozen of the brothers milling about, watching tv, playing foosball. He liked how the brothers had bit their lips and pointed at Bradley and Finn's asses as they walked by. By the time they made it to the third floor, Bradley's heart was fluttering from all the attention.
Micah knocked on a door that said "El Presidente" and they heard a deep voice boom, "come in!" Micah opened the door and pushed the two sissy house bitches inside.
Staggs was sitting in a gamer's chair playing video games on the biggest tv Bradley had ever seen. "Come over here so I can see you both, don't block the tv though," Staggs warned.
Bradley and Finn walked over to the commanding college stud and presented themselves. Bradley put his arms behind his back and swished his hips so that Staggs could get a good look at his young slender body. Bradley loved showing off his body. He knew he shouldn't like this type of attention but he did. He enjoyed Staggs's hard blue eyes examining his body carefully.
Then Staggs looked at Finn. After a moment he pointed at Bradley and said, "you, on your knees." Then the frat president grabbed Finn by his wrist and pulled him closer.
Bradley wasn't sure what to do next. Usually boys told him to get on his knees when they were about to make him suck their dicks. But Staggs didn't seem interested in that. Instead, he was playing with Finn's ass. It made Bradley burn with envy. He wanted to be Finn so badly. Staggs's hands looked so big and strong. Almost as big as Finn's entire butt. Staggs was pinching and spanking and rubbing Finn and Bradley's boyfriend was giggling, which made Bradley happy but also angry. Bradley wanted to be touched too.
Staggs noticed Bradley's face reddening and grinned. "Crawl over to my feet, Bradley. I'll give you something to do." Staggs gave Bradley an intense look that brooked no argument. Staggs had dark, shiny eyes that made Bradley feel uneasy. Bradley crawled over and lowered his face to the frat president's feet, basking in the warm stink emanating from the older boy's white stained socks.
"Now just stay there, Bradley. Just like that," Staggs ordered as he continued to fondle Finn's ass. Staggs couldn't decide which bitch was more attractive. At first, he thought Finn because he was a bit more toned than Bradley, but Bradley had the cutest button nose and seemed so much more submissive. Bradley hadn't misbehaved once since orgasming without permission.
Staggs inspected Finn first. He bent the middle-schooler over his lap and slipped the young teen's panties over his smooth bare ass. Staggs loved the milky smooth skin of Finn's tan globes. He ran his palm over them, spread Finn's crack and exposed the boy's pink hole. Staggs felt his cock twitch as blood rushed to it. He poked Finn's hole with his pointer finger gently, causing the thirteen-year-old to moan in his lap. Then Staggs raised his hand high and brought it down swiftly onto Finn's bare ass, sending a loud slap! echoing off the walls.
Bradley winced when he heard the sound and immediately started sucking on Staggs's feet, hoping his subservience would please Staggs enough that he would stop hurting Finn.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Staggs barked at Bradley.
Bradley looked up at the college stud confused.
"I asked what the fuck do you think you're doing bitch?" Staggs asked again, louder, tossing Finn off his lap and standing up. Staggs was almost 6'5" and Bradley had never felt smaller in his life. He grabbed at Staggs's thigh.
"I'm-I'm just trying to make y-you happy, sir" Bradley pleaded. He didn't know what he did wrong. He thought Staggs wanted Bradley to worship him. Wasn't that what a house bitch was for?
"Did I give you permission to touch me?" Staggs demanded, shaking his leg free. "Did I say, `Bradley, go ahead and suck on my feet' bitch?"
"N-no, s-sir," Bradley stammered.
"So then, why the FUCK," Staggs backhanded Bradley hard across the face, "did you touch me faggot?" Bradley reeled backwards. His mind went blank and then he saw stars dancing in his vision as he tried to regain his balance.
"Stop!" Finn yelled, grabbing uselessly at the frat president's muscled arms. But his panties were still down by his knees so Staggs easily pushed Finn off-balance and he fell to the floor. He looked down at the two middle-schoolers splayed on their asses. Finn was trying to pull his panties up and Bradley was holding his jaw, his face reddening.
Bradley was angry. All he wanted was to suck this boy's dick and ride his cock. Bradley didn't get why guys always treated him this way. Didn't they like getting their dicks sucked and fucking pussy hole? Why did they make Bradley feel so bad for wanting to make them feel good? Bradley hated how desperate he was for attention and cock. Even now, kneeling at Staggs's feet, he knew he'd do anything to suck on his dick. The mixture of humiliation and excitement, of pain and pleasure, was familiar to Bradley but it still scared him.
"P-please, sir," Bradley begged pathetically. "I-I'll do whatever you ask, I'm s-sorry."
Staggs sat back down and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, resting his face in his hands. He looked at the two scared, shaking thirteen-year-old sissy boys in their cute cheerleader outfits and sighed deeply. They were too cute to stay mad at.
"You were just trying to make me happy, right?" Staggs said to Bradley, his hard gray eyes softening.
"Y-yes sir!" Bradley said, his mood lifting as he saw a slight soft smile spread across the frat president's face.
"Well, what makes me happy is when my bitches do as they're told, but only what they told."
"Yes, sir. We're sorry for making you mad sir!" Finn chimed in, crawling over to huddle next to his boyfriend.
Staggs liked seeing the two boys on their knees in front of him apologizing profusely even though they had done nothing wrong. Staggs liked that about sissy femboys. You could gaslight them so easily. Beat them, tell them they deserved it, and they'd believe you no matter what. He cupped Bradley's baby face in his hand and pushed a thumb into the faggot's mouth and let the thirteen-year-old suck on it.
Bradley was in heaven. It had been so long since he'd had anything but food inside of his mouth. Bradley rolled his tongue around the college stud's thumb lustily, hoping that Staggs would push his cock into his mouth next. Bradley bobbed his head up and down, wanting to show Staggs his skills.
"Easy there, slut," Staggs chuckled. Damn this bitch was ready, he thought. "I know you both are horny but we need to lay down some ground rules first. Being a house bitch is simple but it ain't easy."
Bradley knew he should be paying attention but he just couldn't. He was too aware of his boyfriend next to him. That they were both kneeling in front of a tall, college stud who was telling them that for the next four years of their lives they were going to belong to Alpha Fraternity to be used as sex slaves. After that, they would get a full ride to any university of their choosing. Until then, they were expected to follow orders and put on a smile for the cameras.
"So, is this what you boys want?" Staggs asked, when he was finished with his offer, knowing the answer would be yes from the way the two middle-schoolers were staring at him with wide, horny eyes.
"Yes, sir!" Bradley and Finn replied in perfect unison. Their young teen voices even cracked at the same time. Staggs smiled.
"Show me how badly you want it," he demanded, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs.
Bradley looked at Finn who was transfixed on Staggs's crotch. He was wearing blue jeans with a brown leather belt and a bottle opener belt buckle. Bradley could see Finn's eyes sparkle and felt his own mouth water. The two sissies moved in on Staggs's crotch like two starving animals about to devour a meal. They squeezed together between Staggs's legs and looked up at the stud they both were eager to serve.
Staggs felt hot blood rush into his cock and it hardened, pushing against his jeans and creating a massive bulge for the bitches to gawk at. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back, closing his eyes and thought of tropical beaches and girls in bikinis.
"Tell me how much you want my cock, sluts" Staggs ordered. He liked hearing femboys lust over his tool. God femboys were great. If only they were girls, Staggs thought. They'd be perfect. He'd slept with more girls than probably anyone else in the frat, but he'd never met one as eager as a horned up femboy.
And these middle-schoolers were pretty horny for femboys. When Ben told Staggs he wanted to bring two thirteen-year-olds in to replace Micah, Staggs was suspicious. Will they even be able to take a dick he wondered? So far he was impressed. These faggots were little sluts that's for sure. They were willing now, maybe, but would they still be with eight inches stuffed inside their guts and another eight getting rammed down their small throats? Could they swallow a shot glass of full of frat brother cum on camera? Could they drink a pint of boiling piss straight from the cock of a drunk jock? Staggs needed to find out. He didn't want to invest a bunch of time into a pair of sluts who would quit on him when things got serious.
Bradley was determined to show this stud how good of a sissy slut he was. All of the middle-schoolers reservations had left him. There was something about Staggs being nice to him after abusing him that turned Bradley into a willing slave. All Bradley wanted to pull this stud's cock out and worship it.
Bradley reached for the zipper and reached inside. The warm, wet heat of Staggs's crotch covered Bradley's hand like a soft glove. He felt through the dank bush and grabbed the warm meaty tool inside and pulled. Bradley looked over at Finn and smiled as his boyfriend's eyes grew wide and sparkled like green emeralds at the size of Staggs's shaft and head. Finn bit his lips and looked over at Bradley.
"Let's suck it together!" Finn said gleefully. Bradley leaned over the frat president's crotch with his beautiful boyfriend and they kissed each other with Staggs's spongy cockhead between their warm lips.
Staggs let the fags make out with his cock for a few minutes. He wanted to get them horned up. It was all about making them learn to ride the highs with the lows. Slapping Bradley was a low for them. Right now was a high. Soon enough they'd be dragged back down to where they belonged.
Tyler was bored and that was pissing him off. The whole point of joining this frat was that it wasn't supposed to be boring. That's how his best friend Catcher convinced him to join. They'd been best friends since elementary school and were basically inseparable. But Tyler wasn't quite as confident as Catcher in fucking femboys for four years.
"I mean, they still have dicks," Tyler laughed when Catcher told him about Alpha Frat and their parties.
"Yeah, these tiny little things that they keep caged up," Catcher laughed back pinching his fingers together. "They're hardly dicks, bro. They're hardly guys! I mean look at these pics!"
Tyler had to admit, these sluts were fucking hot even if a bit flat chested. And they looked fun. That's what he hated about the girls in his town. The hot ones were no fun, and the fun ones weren't hot. As he looked at one of the pics Catcher showed him -- a dark haired slut with two cocks in his mouth and a SC cheerleader top, torn to reveal a hard, pink nipple -- Tyler could easily see himself railing one of these faggot sluts.
"Bro, you get to piss on these faggots too," Catcher added, as if he needed to sell Tyler more on the idea. "Look at this," and showed Tyler a video of the same femboy chained to a urinal with a black eye.
"Holy shit. What the fuck is this?" Tyler said with a dark curiosity.
"This faggot mouthed off to one of the brothers so they popped him the eye," Catcher laughed. "Just watch," he continued.
When Tyler watched the bruised sissy swallow a steady stream of piss, he was sold. Something dark in him had stirred and he knew he wanted to be an Alpha more than anything. The recruiter's pitch about sports and career was secondary to Tyler's now burning urge to dominate some sissy bitch.
But right now, as he sat on a couch with Catcher and two other guys whom he didn't know, Tyler was bored. Worse, he was uncomfortable. Catcher was his boy. They'd done everything together. But these other guys were his competition.
"Yo, I got the text. Let's go," Catcher said to Tyler excitedly. Tyler smiled and looked at the two other guys with confident superiority. That's right bitches, WE got the text.
Tyler followed Catcher up the stairs to El Presidente's room. When they opened the door, Tyler's dick stiffened as he saw the two blonde sissies from the bus kneeling in a corner, staring obediently at Catcher and him. His heart began pounding as he wondered if his fantasies were really about to come true.
"Hey guys," Staggs called out. "Close the door and meet Finn and Bradley, our two new house bitches. In training," Staggs added, looking at the two thirteen-year-olds kneeling on the floor of his room. "I think I'm going to leave their training up to you two. That is, if you think you can handle it?"
Tyler was uncertain. He didn't know what it meant to train a sissy. "What do you mean?" He asked. "How ... do you do that?"
"It's easy. You bend their will to your own. We tell you what we need. You tell them what you need. You make sure they get it done -- or WE make sure YOU get it done." Staggs said, looking Tyler and Catcher both in the eyes. Staggs knew the high school seniors needed to be shown the hierarchy of this place as soon as possible. They weren't brothers yet.
"Ok. So what do you need?" Tyler asked.
"Well, for right now - do you know that Gina Vagina video with country boys and the truck?" Staggs asked the two sixteen-year-old jocks.
"Of course," Catcher said.
"Yeah, that shit's hot," Tyler agreed.
"Great. Do that to these two," Staggs demanded.
"Like, right now?" Tyler asked. He wasn't sure what he expected when he walked in here, a blowjob or something, but not ... this. He wasn't sure he could just do that on command.
"Yeah. Is that a problem?"
"I-I mean, no. But. Like, both of them?" Tyler asked.
"Yeah, if you can" Staggs challenged them, getting annoyed. "Do I need to text those other fucking guys downstairs or can you handle this?" He asked.
"Nah, we got this El Prez," Catcher said, turning to Tyler and slapping him on the arm with a smile. "Yo, bro! We're about to fuck these bitches up. Let's fucking go dude!"