“I like it.”

Lucas smirks down at my cum-splattered face, shoving his prick back in my mouth. I obediently start to suck his cock once more, even before he tells me to. He sighs in satisfaction, “Good. You're nothing but a faggot. This is where you belong.”

“Maybe I'll even let you continue going to college, so you can be used by your classmates and professors ... for a fair price,” Lucas says. I moan softly, obediently sucking his cock as he rolls his hips slow, without any urgency, simply savouring it.

“Fuck, this is perfect,” he sighs with satisfaction, before he pulls out slow, and looks down at me. “Go back to your room. Make sure all of your friends know that you are my property now, and that you will be free-use whenever they want you.”

“Then go present yourself to Dad and let him use you again, faggot,” Lucas commands, “and let him do whatever he likes. Your punishment for not coming out of the closet sooner and telling us you're not even queer, really, just a fucking fag.”

“Yes, Master,” I answer obediently, pushing myself up and quickly leaving his room to return to my own. I quickly get my pen, and start writing in small print on my arm.

Property of Lucas Baynes
This free-use faggot is the sex slave governed first and foremost by the laws
of his Master and Owner. All who know this faggot will know he is owned by
him, will approve of this faggot's enslavement, and enforce his enslavement
and his Master's Laws, and will not hesitate to use and punish this faggot any
time punishment is required. All Laws declared by this faggot's Master shall
be recognised & acknowledged by all. This faggot is non-disposable. It will be
the legal responsibility of his Master and Owner to ensure his slave's health.
This faggot will remain consciously aware of himself at all times, but unable
to resist his Master's Orders. The Master cannot order his slave into danger.

I can feel my brain rewiring, almost, as soon as I set down the pen, but I quickly get up and head to the living room where my father is watching television. I move to him, and kneel.

Dad looks down at my cum-splattered face and smirks, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as he stands. He shoves them down, letting his thick cock swing out, already half-hard from looking at his cum-splattered son, naked and on his knees.

“Fucking worthless faggot trash,” his smirk expands into a sneer as he grabs my hair and then kicks me in the nuts, hard. As I yelp in pain, he yanks my hair, shoving his cock to the hilt in one cruel, selfish thrust, forcing my lips fast to his base.