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.