The Troubled Homelife of the Hand Family

Brandon's head was pressed against the kitchen counter, unable to protest with the ball-gag fastened to his mouth. He wore nothing else but a frilly lavender corset wrapped around his torso.

Andre was in a t-shirt, his shorts and underwear pooled around his feet as he fusked Brandon over the counter. Brandon being his designated omega (i.e. his bitch), Andre had the right to use Brandon however and whenever he wanted. He was an alpha, and alphas fucked to their heart's content.

Brandon being depersoned by the Alpha Protocol came as a shock to no one. He was short for his age, svelt, didn't have any "manly" interests -- or at least none his family tried pushing on him -- and when the time came for his tests, his mother did nothing but weep in knowing resignation that her eldest son would be taken away into slavery.

What they didn't see coming was that they would get their son back, albiet on a leash carried by their other son Andre.

Everything Brandon wasn't, Andre was. He was classically handsome, had the body of a demigod, and was made quarterback of his college team. He was actually younger than Andre by around a year (give or take a few weeks), but everyone assumed he was the older one before it was being corrected.

Brandon was an alpha, which gave him the right to any omega within the system he so chose. When he saw that his former brother was still available for "purchase", he couldn't click "Purchase" fast enough.

Their father always believed that the "lesser" were made to be used by "the exceptional". The day Brandon got his test results, he ceased to be his son, and Andre dominating him made for the ultimate show of his "only son's" virility.

Their mother thought differently. The day Brandon was taken away was the worst day of her life. She had to be held back as her baby was handcuffed and taken away for reeducation. Her husband's complete apathy it it certainly didn't help. Her youngest coming home during break with Brandon and sticking his dick in his mouth as a show of dominance was the tipping point. She didn't eat, she barely slept, and now she wasted away, locked away in her room.