You could say a lot of things about the way he treated his little fag brother. Yes, he beat him. Of course he beat him. He degraded him. Humiliated him. Worked him harder than most people will ever work in their lives. He took every bit of self respect the fag once had and crushed it under his feet.
Yes, he did all that. But you can't say that he didn't feed the fag. I mean visually he might look extremely thin but he gets all the nutrients a fag needs. Take for instance this evening. He got home at around 5:30pm. Of course his little brother was on the floor bowing to him, his little faggot ass high in the air. "Welcome home sir," he said. "Can I take off your boots?" The fag started to approach. The man just kicked little bro, connecting satisfyingly with the side of the fag's body as he heard the fag stifle a yelp. "No fag, keep them on. They have your dinner on the bottom of them. But first, you get an appetizer." With that he pointed directly at the fag. The fags heart fluttered looking directly at his beautiful, manly brother. "Stay," he commanded. The fag didn't dare move.
His big brother then walked through the house to the hallway. Before entering to go to his room, he looked back at the fag. Where he had walked were muddy footprints. "Lick these up, I want the floors spotless, faggot. Make your way to my room for your dinner," he said. Then he walked down the hall. The fag started with excitement. He had had a lot of experience with his tongue and could clean the floors very well. He made quick work of the muddy footprints.
Soon the man could hear the disgusting faggot licking noises. He smiled to himself as he did often, enjoying what he turned his little bro into. He then heard increasingly excited licks, with little moans in between the licks. He guessed the fag had found the spot in the hallway he had spit a big loogie out on and the fag was excitedly licking it up. God, it was almost enough to make him sick. His throbbing boner helped eased off the nausea though.
Soon enough the fag had made it to his room. He had to admit it was impressive. The fag's tongue had been used in so many ways. Usually on his bathroom floor. And his toilet.
"Ok fag, you're probably thirsty, bring me your glass," he said. The fag crawled out to get his special glass for consuming his brother's piss fresh from the tap. The fag returned, excited for fresh piss. He handed his brother the glass and his brother held it right in front of the fag so he could see it fill with his golden fluid. He filled the glass to the very top. "Alright fag, I want you to chug," he said. Little bro got himself ready, mentally and physically, he knew what meant. He brought the glass to his mouth, but not daring to taste the piss yet. "3... 2... 1... GO!" the fag started chugging the piss as fast as he could. After many beatings, he was very good at this. He swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. He heard his brother counting down from five, he knew what would happen if he didn't make it. More piss, more piss. As he heard his brother finishing saying "1" he opened his mouth to show no more piss was in there.
Despite being exactly what his brother expected and demanded, not to mention being impressive in itself, the display was absolutely disgusting and the fag received a big loogie right int its face. The fag couldn't even appreciate it before a hard slap was given to him and his brother said "God you are fucking disgusting." The fag bowed his head and said "Yes sir, sorry sir."
Big bro just shook his head, "now come get the rest, get down there and be a good urinal." And the fag did make a good urnial. He got. on all fours, brought his body down low, and then curved his body, unnaturally, into a U shape. He brought his head back, mouth open, tongue out, happily accepting the rest of his brother's piss. Meanwhile his back side was also pointed up. Despite the little actual food that his brother fed him, because of all the work he did, the fag had a tight, somewhat muscular body. And his ass always stayed plump no matter what. Surely, had this fag lived a normal life, he would currently be getting all the dick it could handle. Luckily, his big brother had saved him from that life. Still, big bro pondered if maybe he should fuck the fag tonight. He was thinking of holding off but he had to admit it looked enticing.
As the last of the piss trickled into his mouth, little bro made a big production of licking all around his mouth, getting every drop of his brother's sweet piss. He then told him thank you. "Alright," big bro said, kicking up his feet. "Almost time for dinner. Get in front of those soles faggot," he said. The fag kneeled in front of the table his master had kicked his feet up on. "Just stare at them for a bit, appreciate the feast I've put before you," he said. And little bro did. He just stared at it. And then he started drooling staring at his brother's beautiful, filthy feet.
"If you do a good job and clean my boots all the way, I'll let you savor the load you suck out of me later, rather than deposit it directly into your throat," he said. The fag was suddenly overjoyed, tears in his eyes he said, "Oh, thank you sir! Your boots will be spotless." Big bro knew they would be.
"Dig in, faggot," he said. And he did. Without even being asked the fag put his hands behind his back, only using his talented mouth to devour the mud, dirt, and grime on the bottom of his superior brother's boots. The fag closed his eyes at times to savor his delicious dinner. The fag had completely forgotten what human food tasted like. At best his meals were a tasteless gruel. At worst they were disgusting.
If eating dirt and mud from the bottom of a boot were an olympic sport, the fag would have been a gold medalist. He licked, chewed, and consumed in record time. Luckily we don't live in such a world where something a degenerate as that would exist. So the fag just got to be subhuman garbage at his brother's feet. And that's exactly how his brother thought of him: subhuman. It's exactly what he thought the second he found fag porn on his phone. And the fag agreed with him now, he was subhuman. Big brother thought he always must of known deep down, that's why he took to the training so well. Sure, he had to beat the absolute hell out of him sometimes, but he was a world class faggot. Fuck, at this rate, he was definitely fucking that fag. Two loads into him tonight, shit.
As he was thinking that, the fag pulled off his boots, inspecting them all over one last time, and then bowed in front of him, "thank you for the delicious dinner master," he said. Big bro inspected his boots. Fucking spotless. No notes. "Get to work on my feet now faggot, take off my boots," he said. Excited, the fag rushed to take off the, now clean, boots. He was met by the smell of his big bro's feet eliciting a moan. Big bro said to take off the socks and the fag devoured his big bro's feet. Big bro knew he would make his way up to his already hard cock to get his first load.
As big bro enjoyed the full worship experience, he day dreamed about how low he can take the faggot. He truly wanted to turn him subhuman. He had so many plans. He just smiled as the faggot deep throated his foot, the fag oblivious to just how much more his bro had in store.
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Big Bro's Muddy Boots
You could say a lot of things about the way he treated his little fag brother. Yes, he beat him. Of course he beat him. He degraded him. Humiliated him. Worked him harder than most people will ever work in their lives. He took every bit of self respect the fag once had and crushed it under his feet.
Yes, he did all that. But you can't say that he didn't feed the fag. I mean visually he might look extremely thin but he gets all the nutrients a fag needs. Take for instance this evening. He got home at around 5:30pm. Of course his little brother was on the floor bowing to him, his little faggot ass high in the air. "Welcome home sir," he said. "Can I take off your boots?" The fag started to approach. The man just kicked little bro, connecting satisfyingly with the side of the fag's body as he heard the fag stifle a yelp. "No fag, keep them on. They have your dinner on the bottom of them. But first, you get an appetizer." With that he pointed directly at the fag. The fags heart fluttered looking directly at his beautiful, manly brother. "Stay," he commanded. The fag didn't dare move.
His big brother then walked through the house to the hallway. Before entering to go to his room, he looked back at the fag. Where he had walked were muddy footprints. "Lick these up, I want the floors spotless, faggot. Make your way to my room for your dinner," he said. Then he walked down the hall. The fag started with excitement. He had had a lot of experience with his tongue and could clean the floors very well. He made quick work of the muddy footprints.
Soon the man could hear the disgusting faggot licking noises. He smiled to himself as he did often, enjoying what he turned his little bro into. He then heard increasingly excited licks, with little moans in between the licks. He guessed the fag had found the spot in the hallway he had spit a big loogie out on and the fag was excitedly licking it up. God, it was almost enough to make him sick. His throbbing boner helped eased off the nausea though.
Soon enough the fag had made it to his room. He had to admit it was impressive. The fag's tongue had been used in so many ways. Usually on his bathroom floor. And his toilet.
"Ok fag, you're probably thirsty, bring me your glass," he said. The fag crawled out to get his special glass for consuming his brother's piss fresh from the tap. The fag returned, excited for fresh piss. He handed his brother the glass and his brother held it right in front of the fag so he could see it fill with his golden fluid. He filled the glass to the very top. "Alright fag, I want you to chug," he said. Little bro got himself ready, mentally and physically, he knew what meant. He brought the glass to his mouth, but not daring to taste the piss yet. "3... 2... 1... GO!" the fag started chugging the piss as fast as he could. After many beatings, he was very good at this. He swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. He heard his brother counting down from five, he knew what would happen if he didn't make it. More piss, more piss. As he heard his brother finishing saying "1" he opened his mouth to show no more piss was in there.
Despite being exactly what his brother expected and demanded, not to mention being impressive in itself, the display was absolutely disgusting and the fag received a big loogie right int its face. The fag couldn't even appreciate it before a hard slap was given to him and his brother said "God you are fucking disgusting." The fag bowed his head and said "Yes sir, sorry sir."
Big bro just shook his head, "now come get the rest, get down there and be a good urinal." And the fag did make a good urnial. He got. on all fours, brought his body down low, and then curved his body, unnaturally, into a U shape. He brought his head back, mouth open, tongue out, happily accepting the rest of his brother's piss. Meanwhile his back side was also pointed up. Despite the little actual food that his brother fed him, because of all the work he did, the fag had a tight, somewhat muscular body. And his ass always stayed plump no matter what. Surely, had this fag lived a normal life, he would currently be getting all the dick it could handle. Luckily, his big brother had saved him from that life. Still, big bro pondered if maybe he should fuck the fag tonight. He was thinking of holding off but he had to admit it looked enticing.
As the last of the piss trickled into his mouth, little bro made a big production of licking all around his mouth, getting every drop of his brother's sweet piss. He then told him thank you. "Alright," big bro said, kicking up his feet. "Almost time for dinner. Get in front of those soles faggot," he said. The fag kneeled in front of the table his master had kicked his feet up on. "Just stare at them for a bit, appreciate the feast I've put before you," he said. And little bro did. He just stared at it. And then he started drooling staring at his brother's beautiful, filthy feet.
"If you do a good job and clean my boots all the way, I'll let you savor the load you suck out of me later, rather than deposit it directly into your throat," he said. The fag was suddenly overjoyed, tears in his eyes he said, "Oh, thank you sir! Your boots will be spotless." Big bro knew they would be.
"Dig in, faggot," he said. And he did. Without even being asked the fag put his hands behind his back, only using his talented mouth to devour the mud, dirt, and grime on the bottom of his superior brother's boots. The fag closed his eyes at times to savor his delicious dinner. The fag had completely forgotten what human food tasted like. At best his meals were a tasteless gruel. At worst they were disgusting.
If eating dirt and mud from the bottom of a boot were an olympic sport, the fag would have been a gold medalist. He licked, chewed, and consumed in record time. Luckily we don't live in such a world where something a degenerate as that would exist. So the fag just got to be subhuman garbage at his brother's feet. And that's exactly how his brother thought of him: subhuman. It's exactly what he thought the second he found fag porn on his phone. And the fag agreed with him now, he was subhuman. Big brother thought he always must of known deep down, that's why he took to the training so well. Sure, he had to beat the absolute hell out of him sometimes, but he was a world class faggot. Fuck, at this rate, he was definitely fucking that fag. Two loads into him tonight, shit.
As he was thinking that, the fag pulled off his boots, inspecting them all over one last time, and then bowed in front of him, "thank you for the delicious dinner master," he said. Big bro inspected his boots. Fucking spotless. No notes. "Get to work on my feet now faggot, take off my boots," he said. Excited, the fag rushed to take off the, now clean, boots. He was met by the smell of his big bro's feet eliciting a moan. Big bro said to take off the socks and the fag devoured his big bro's feet. Big bro knew he would make his way up to his already hard cock to get his first load.
As big bro enjoyed the full worship experience, he day dreamed about how low he can take the faggot. He truly wanted to turn him subhuman. He had so many plans. He just smiled as the faggot deep throated his foot, the fag oblivious to just how much more his bro had in store.