One More Personal Test (unintended incest)

On my return home, I decide to do one more test. I need to know if this odd ability will even work on me. As a precaution, I decide to write with something that will wash off easily, just in case the mind-altering effect makes me forget I even did it.

I bite my lip thoughtfully, debating what I want to do as the preliminary test, then decide, putting my right arm in front of me so I can write on it.

Property of Andrew Baynes
The Owner of this subhuman slave is entitled to vent the frustrations of
his workday by spanking it to his heart's content immediately on return.
The Owner of this subhuman slave may call it whatever he pleases and it
will know it is being summoned, and come nude without any reluctance.

Effect expires in 24 hours or when this is washed off, whichever is first;
the Owner will have no recollection of these events after the fact, but the
slave will have perfect memory of all events transpiring during slavery.

An hour later, I hear the sound of my younger brother's new SUV pulling into the driveway, then the keys in the door, and then, “Come, faggot!”

Without even thinking about it, I immediately strip nude and walk fast to the front door where my father is waiting. My father's hand snaps out and slaps me across the face hard, “Stupid faggot, you should've been waiting at the door, bitch.”

He grabs my hair and drags me to the kitchen, shoving me down across a chair while Lucas is setting having an afternoon snack. Lucas doesn't even react, just looks up at our father as Dad's hand comes down hard on my ass, and I hiss in pain, “Welcome home, Dad. Hard day at work?”

“Yea,” he answers as his hand slams down on my ass, over and over, again and again, one cheek and then the other, back and forth as my face reddens from being slapped. I immediately regret not having been kneeling nude at the door waiting like I should've, but it's too late now. Dad's even more frustrated by my perceived insubordination, and I'm gonna really get it, now.

When he finally stops, my ass is red, and Lucas hasn't bothered to look at me. I look up when my father circles around in front of me, looking down at me, and then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Lucas blinks, “Dad, isn't this slave just for spanking?”

“It's a subhuman little faggot. I can do whatever I want to trash like this,” my dad replies, and before I can object on the point that I'm only for spanking, his thick cock slaps across my face, “Open up, faggot.” A hard smack to the face makes me gasp, and as I do, his cock slams home. Lucas just chuckles.

“Guess that's true, Dad,” he replies, watching my throat swell as Dad's dick ploughs down it, then pulls back, and then in again, as my Dad violently skull-fucks me. My eyes water and I choke as my virgin throat is forcibly opened and made to take it, Dad's hips hammering my face so hard his nuts slap my chin audibly.

“Consider this your punishment for not having been where you belonged the moment I got home, you stupid little fag,” he sneers down at me, pounding me even as mom comes home and casually watches without comment. When his cock starts to pulse, I groan involuntarily, and he pulls out of my mouth.

Mom and Lucas watch as his thick cum pumps across my face, and I flinch instinctively, my face getting drenched by his seed until the pulsing stops. He sneers down at me, “Now lick it clean, you stupid faggot.”

I quickly obey, licking my father's rod involuntarily and cleaning him up, and he smirks, stowing his prick back in his pants once it's clean, “Worthless piece of shit little faggot trash. Go wash up, now.”

I grunt and crawl obediently to bathe.