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.