Different Friend [ Male ]

Now that I'm sure nobody remembers the degrading events of the last couple days, I can relax. I decide I'm going to rest for the night, sleep on it, and decide in the morning, after a full night's rest free and clear, without risk of interruptions.

I'll never forget how I was degraded and used, but I'm not sure if I want to actually enslave my own mind permanently as a sex slave for my family, or Kassandra, knowing she'd at bare minimum let me be used by my brother and father, both.

In the morning, I decide to try one of my other friends, Jamie. He's always been pretty decent, and we've talked candidly about my sexuality and inclinations. Jamie's always joked that if I were his bitch, he'd readily and regularly be using me.

I've never asked him what that means, but it seems like now I have the reasonable opportunity to experiment and see if he'd be a better match than Kassandra. That in mind, I get my washable-ink pen, and decide that I'm going to try again.

Jamie's supposed to be coming over today, anyway, so it'll be that much easier to experiment.

Property of James “Jamie” Carmichael
The Owner of this faggot is entitled to use him as they see fit,
including but not limited to use as a cock-sleeve, cum-dump,
party favour, free-use slut, or paid whore for his own benefit.
This reprogramming will end at the next midnight or when it
is washed off, whichever comes first. At the end, only this fag
will have any recollection of anything related which occurred.

Remembering that Jamie joked he'd keep me nude at all times if I were his bitch, I quickly undress myself, knowing he'll be here any minute. As I finish undressing and folding my clothes, I hear his car rumble into the driveway, then the door.

I quickly set my clothes down on the foot of my bed, before hearing him shout from the back door as I hear it open, then shut, “Yo! Faggot! Get out here!”

Immediately, my mind snaps to obedience and I lope out of my room and hurry to where my longtime friend is standing, hands on his hips with a confident sneer. He looks down at me as I kneel, before slapping me right in front of my brother.

“Good boy. You know your place, don't you, faggot?” he asks. My little brother just stares from over by the kitchen's sink.

“Damn, dude, you've got that faggot fucking trained,” he whistles, looking down at me, then back to Jamie, “Bet he'd suck your dick right in front of me without any hesitation. Can't believe my big brother's such a complete faggot.”