My little brother, my pet! Seventh part.

After getting married, Daisy and I started to work together as a veterinarian on farms in the region. We cared for breed animals for meat production, practically cattle and pigs. Our work routine made us spend most of the day away from home. When we returned home tired, in the late afternoon, our slave had put the house in order, washed and ironed the clothes, cooked, set the table, served us dinner, and washed the dishes after we ate.

My wife, Daisy, treated the slave the same as I did. Short, to-the-point orders and violent slaps in the face when he got distracted or wasn't paying enough attention. During the day, when he was alone at home, he wore a tight and padlocked muzzle so that he couldn't eat anything.

He could only eat when we were home, the kibble we put in the kibble pot, on all fours on the floor, and without using his hands, like the dog, he dreamed of being.

After we were married, I fucked him very rarely, but he did blow me off quite often. Daisy didn't mind; he usually sucked on me while watching TV.

We lived so far away from the whole family that my relatives rarely visited us. When Daisy got pregnant, my family visited us; my parents and older brother Jack came with his wife and my ten-year-old nephew.

The house was huge; we were able to host everyone at home. Daisy was already in her fifth month of pregnancy, she shouldn't have been working very hard, and Charlie the fag worked for ten, doing all the chores, keeping the house in order, making the beds, making and serving all the meals, taking care of everything and all with promptness and competence.

I could see that the slut queer was happy to have everyone together. He often got turned on by his hard, precum-slick cock. My mother and my wife were already used to that disgusting and perverted being, but even my sister-in-law and my nephew also acted with absolute naturalness.

When women and the boy left the house, my older brother and our father would get together to fuck and spank the faggot of the family, together willingly and enjoying his suffering and submission. We beat, whipped, and burned him mercilessly, with violence, sadism, and lust! He didn't try to disguise his pleasure; he felt as much fun as we did! He often came even when he was whipped! He sucked our dicks many times greedily without resting or spilling a single drop of cum.

My sister-in-law took the photo above; it shows my nephew riding our mare, supported by his father, my brother Jack.

On our backyard floor, you can see sperm spilled by the happy animal and blood we whipped out of him just before women and child arrived.

Right after the photo, the slave would go to the kitchen to finish the dinner serving us.

Charlie had the family, life, and owners he always dreamed of!

He was the happiest fagot he could be.