I decided to make more money by renting my slut brother. The sixth post out of nine.

  

With the pandemic shutting down all stores, I decided to make more money by renting my slut brother. I started by offering the whore to shop customers, neighbors and neighborhood acquaintances. Some were willing to pay to use him, but demand and amounts paid were low. So I decided to advertise it on internet sites, offering it for any kind of use or abuse, without restrictions or limits. The most valuable offers expressed an interest in kinks, more violent BDSM practices. They proposed unsafe, collective and violent sex, but willing to pay very well.

I scheduled the services at the family's closed store, there we had the stock warehouse, with privacy and enough space for the customers' entertainment.

I was just looking for the most profitable ways to exploit my faggot.

I charged customers by the hour of use and by each service. Fucking without a condom was more expensive, whipping with heavy whips was more expensive than with ordinary belts. Kicks, slaps and punches could be freely given. Getting him to eat shit and drink urine was part of the job, there were no extra costs. Burning his nipples and penis with lit cigarettes was cheaper than with thick cigars. If customers wanted to film the session, they had to pay even more.

My brother was not very handsome or attractive. His blowjobs were really good, an absolute hit among the men in the family, but they weren't much sought after by the clientele. His ass was no longer as tight as in adolescence, frequent use and the dildos had widened his boy pussy.

I soon realized that the greatest demand was for even more violent and sadistic practices. The men who hired the services wanted a boy to spank torture and fuck with cruelty and brutal violence.

I never asked my brother whether and what he would accept or not. I simply handcuffed and chained my naked whore, and followed through the entire session just to charge fees for services.

My brother's crying, screaming and despair only served to excite my clients even more. Scenes of him crying in despair and sobbing as he was beaten and tortured went viral on the web, attracting increasingly sadistic customers.

With the dozens of sessions, I ended up discovering a trick that enchanted and won our customers' loyalty. At the end of the session, when the client had already paid and was satisfied, I had my slave suck him. The despicable worm, all bruised and in pain, crawled on its hands and knees and sucked its cruel executioner with love and commitment, without hurt or resentment.

While he was doing his work, I took his penis and testicles, although they were injured, and managed to milk them by making him ejaculate liters of sperm.

My clients saw in this scene proof that this bitch was born for this profession!

It was in this context that we started to receive the first definitive purchase offers from the youngest.

This is the sixth post out of nine that I'm doing together with my Italian friend: https://theitalianslave.bdsmlr.com/. This fantasy is ours, but it relates to the life he should have.

When we were in quarantine the slave learned to be the whore of every male in the family.

As the pandemic and quarantine advanced, my mother had to move into our grandmother's house to take care of the older apprentices. Some of my cousins ​​started having problems with my uncles, and several family homes had to be reorganized, and the residents were redistributed.

It turns out that my father, my fag brother, and several cousins ​​stayed at our house, all men and our slut servant.

During that time, none of us were taking remote classes or working. With the family store closed, we wouldn't leave the house for weeks on end for no reason. Whole days and nights were spent drinking, playing video games, playing cards, cigarettes, marijuana, and beer.

My cousins ​​and I didn't jack off; we just stuck our cocks in the bitch's mouth to be sucked many times a day. When we felt like it, we fucked his pussy while he sucked one of us.

We were all irate, tense, and depressed, and we took our anger out by hitting and humiliating our animal. Punches, kicks, and slaps in the face were thrown by everyone all the time, without any restriction or reason. Slaps and punches to the face, violent enough to knock the unfortunate sissy to the ground.

But we often used leather belts to whip him until our arms were tired and sore from whipping our slave so hard. We were so irritated by the confinement and so stressed by the situation that my brother's degradation became our primary collective relief.

I didn't see my dad fuck my brother; I don't know if he ever did. But I've seen the fag suck his father`s dick hundreds of times, and I can say that it was our father who gave his youngest son the most violent beatings from his belt.

I saw the hatred for having such a silly and despicable child in his eyes. He lashed out violently to see how far the boy would accept, at what point the boy would react, ask for forgiveness, or for mercy. And, truth be told, the fag took it all steady and silent; not once did the fag ask us to stop, not once for mercy.

When we all passed out drunk and tired, he tidied the house and the kitchen, took out all the dirty clothes, washed the dishes and pans, and cooked the food. While we watched the games on television, he served us drinks and snacks, receiving slaps and kicks in return.

One afternoon, while he was serving us, his cock was so hard that a cousin was bothered by the queer's exuberant excitement.

The cousins ​​and I quickly dropped the joysticks and jumped onto our toy, holding its arms and legs apart. Cousin Breno took a drag on his cigarette, lighting the flame, and then placed the hot ember on the head of my brother's hard cock.

He repeated the operation several times, burning our slave's erect, throbbing penis with his cigarette. The fag moaned and writhed silently; I don't know whether from pain or excitement. He wasn't trying to escape that torture that only ended when he ejaculated with enthusiasm, causing everyone to burst out laughing and amazement!

I was sure whoever the happiest boy in that house was my slut brother.

These weeks served to show, both to the family and to my brother, that this degrading life was exactly the kind of life that this execrable faggot wants to have.

This is the fifth post out of nine I'm doing with my Italian friend: https://theitalianslave.bdsmlr.com/. This fantasy is ours, but it relates to the life he should have.

I explained to my parents that the fag in the family was like a mentally handicapped person, stupid, despicable, and perverted. The fourth of the nine parts.

Over time I persuade my parents and relatives that the fag in the family was like a mentally handicapped person, stupid, despicable and perverted. That the only way to spare the family the shame of having a worm like that was to keep it at home, isolated, away from the world. Our parents' shame turned over time to contempt and anger. My mom never looked at or talked to the fag again.

I was the one who violently took control of our pet domestic fag.

We usually left him naked, wearing only a dog collar. He tidied the house, washed the clothes, the dishes, prepared and served the food. My parents could keep working at the store, the house was our stupid youngest son's job. His servile condition, his chores and his nudity had become so normal that they did not surprise or bother anyone.

Even the closest relatives, uncles and cousins who frequented our house, knew how to treat our little slave.

What excited me the most was the difference in treatment between us, between the two brothers. That's why I was the one who beat, humiliated, and gave orders to the fag all the time, with undisguised cruelty and pleasure.

But if at night, in the privacy of our room, I fucked him and got blowjobs and caress. In front of our parents, I distribute punches, kicks, slaps, and violent lashes to the slave for no reason.

The more people watching the scene, the greater my cruelty and pleasure in humiliating him.

I was the one who took a special pleasure in punishing him with the greatest cruelty and violence when we had the largest audience. When our uncle and cousin were home, I liked to whip my animal with his leather belt in front of everyone.

Not that anyone cared, or even watched. Everyone continued talking or eating as if nothing was happening. The fact that people didn't look and didn't mind the violence of the spanking increased the animal's humiliation and my excitement.

But it was he, the fag boy, who was especially excited, horny, and willing, almost asking to be humiliated and beaten in front of everyone. The lust fag wanted and liked it as much as I did.

Only the two of us knew that.

This is the fourth post of the nine that I am doing together with my Italian friend: https://theitalianslave.bdsmlr.com/. This fantasy is ours, but it relates the life he should have.

When the Covid pandemic imposed quarantine, I managed to convince my family to lower my fag brother to a bitch slave.

Then, in 2020, when I was 20 years old, the global pandemic caused great damage to health and the world economy. Many small traders were forced to close their stores and wait for state aid. Among these unfortunate shopkeepers were my parents. Depression, poverty and uncertainty hit my family. I couldn't accept seeing them desperate, we were forced to cut all expenses. So I made a decision and took the opportunity to move forward in my plans to dominate my little brother.

I took advantage of my parents' absence to call my slut to the kitchen and start my plan. I put him wearing only a collar and underwear, kneeling, with his hands behind his back, in the middle of the kitchen waiting for Mom and Dad to come back. I ordered him to be quiet and to leave everything in my hands.

I could see the concern in his eyes, the terror of what was going to happen, but he didn't dare to protest. After an hour, the kitchen door opened and my parents entered. They stopped at once, appalled when they saw the fag son in that way on the kitchen floor.

I was also nervous, but I didn't show it. I explained to my parents that their fagot son had decided to help in this crisis situation, becoming our slave. My parents didn't immediately understand what I meant, they still looked shocked and looked at the fag with disgust.

I explained that the fagot recognized that he would not have a normal future, he would never be anything good for the family. So the boy asked us to stop wasting any money on him. I explained that the youngest fagot asked that, from that day on, we no longer consider him as part of the family, but only as our slave.

I told them that he, as a fagot slut, recognized that he did not have good friendships, that he would never have a good job and that he would not know how to use his freedom. Then I explained my plan to take complete control of the fagot's life: slavery 24/7/365, with no return, without any limit of use or abuse. I showed how much we would save by selling all his stuff: his personal computer, his cell phone, all his electronics; and not spending more on food, college and clothes. His goods would be used by the family to pay the store's debts. In addition, from that day on he would take over all the household chores, all the various tasks that make us, and my mom feel free to relax.

To my surprise, it was not difficult to convince them: Dad immediately looked at the reports and agreed with me. As expected, Mom tried to defend him, but after a while we convinced her that this option was the best for the family and even for the fag.

To show that the decision was also the fag desire, I went to him and with a knife I tore his underwear to show everyone how happy the fag was: his erection took an overpowering leap and to surprise everybody, the sperm gushed in front of us and flooded the floor .

My parents were shocked and embarrassed by the scene! It was at this point that my father stood up with bloodshot eyes and gave him a resounding slap in the face that knocked him down for a few seconds. Screaming: "You're a disgusting, disgraceful worm, faggot!"

What followed was the most surreal thing possible. We sat at the table discussing all the new changes to be made while our slave began to clean, naked on all fours, licking and drinking all the sperm off the floor.

My mother said that: "Since we are not going to receive visitors at all, this whore can be naked at home without a problem".

When my mother left, my father whispered in my ear: "Son, if you want to fuck this slut and make it suck you, feel free, this is no longer part of the family. Use this bitch and stay at home, with this pandemic it's safer".

One thing was immediately clear to me: I had won, now it was mine.

This is the third post of the nine that I am doing together with my Italian friend: https://theitalianslave.bdsmlr.com/. This fantasy is ours, but it relates the life he should have.

When my fag brother turned 18, I was free to abuse my whore without limits. Part two of nine.

When my youngest brother turned 18, I was freer to broker my whore. While he was a minor, I only lent and rented him to friends who were little older than my fag.

When he came full age I could use him and explore him without any concern. 

To celebrate the new situation, I had my little brother sign some papers saying that he accepted being mine bitch, that he accepted being used, rented or loaned by me to anyone, without restrictions.

I got the keys to a sports equipment store at our school, so I could use it on Saturday, when no one would be there or around. I invited eighteen people, including my closest friends and some cousins, and we agreed how the rules of the coming-of-age party would be, the party of 18!

The only one who didn't know anything was the birthday gay.

I took him to school and in front of the storeroom door I undressed him, blindfolded his eyes, tied his wrists and I made him swallow one viagra.

The guests were waiting for us with the drink and the willingness to use it. As the first stage of the party, we have him walking on all fours and on his knees, sucking all the guests' cocks, drinking all the milk.  So, for the rest of the party time, we tied him up with his legs apart and took turns, each of the guests fucking him as many times as he wanted.

As we fill the cow with cum many times through all the holes, we milked the bitch every time we fuck it, dozens and dozens of times until we exhaust the slut completely.

We spent hours in this function of filling and milking the cow.

One of the guests brought a harness and we gagged our animal throughout the party. Sometimes he cried, yelled desperate, vomited and choked, begging for mercy, but all his moans, cries and pleas really sounded like the mooing of a cow.

He was used with violence and cruelty, tied up and blindfolded all the time, so he never knew who was participating in the party and the massacre.

We found some pieces of hoses and used them as whips to cruelly punish our whore.

We were all drunk, we had smoked marijuana too, and we didn't even realize how much we hurt our fag. In the following weeks he had many purple and black marks and bruises all over his body. I heard him crying softly in our room for many nights.

But not once did he come to complain or say that he was sad or disappointed with what I did to him. When he cried at night I told him to come to my bed and suck my dick. He came on all fours, naked, sucked my cock lovingly, when I came he drank everything until he left my penis clean and relaxed. Then, after the blowjob, I use to give him a violent slap in the face and kick him back into his bed.

He just always obeyed.

All the slut faggot did was always express his consent, lust and fate.