Bully Fags

Being Useful for My Step Bro

(This is not the "darkest story" I had talked about in a previous post, just got sidetracked by a hot alpha. Not my best but he made me fucking horny)

Warning: MAGA fetish, violence

My older step brother was the hottest guy I had ever seen. His body was incredible. His natural, cocky, straight boy jock attitude had a hold on me. And don't ask me how but I got pictures of his cock... and it's fucking huge.

And did I mention that he's a total MAGA asshole?

It used to drive me crazy. He wouldn't shut up about conservative talking points. But the more I saw of him and saw how cocky, self-assured, and above all, totally fucking hot, he was, I fell under his spell. Soon I wanted him to wear the hat all the time. He was so much hotter in it. And I would goad him into an argument just to see his passion and here him talk about it. I couldn't get enough. When I saw him shirtless in that hat, I just wanted to fall to my knees in front of him. But he was my stepbrother.

On Trump's Inauguration Day, I made a huge mistake. We were both watching it - well, he was watching, I was staring at his feet that he had kicked up on the coffee table. "Fuck yeah, can't wait until we stomp out faggotry in this country!" I was used to his offensive shit, but this was too much. Before I could stop myself, I just looked at him and said, "Jack, you know I'm gay." Sure, we had our differences, and I knew he wasn't a friend to gay people, but we were step brothers and lived together. Seeing a normal (except the part where I lust after my MAGA stepbrother) come out as gay would surely change him right?

I looked into his eyes and saw the deepest hate I had ever seen directed at me. I felt lower than dirt. Seeing his beautiful, angry face looking at me like I was the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen... it made me whimper pathetic. "YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT!?" yelled Jack. I jumped at his booming deep yell. I wished I could take all the words back but I couldn't. "I-I-I-I" I stammered pathetically, not even sure of what I wanted to say.

As Trump took the stage on the TV, Jack stood up and I just looked up at him. He was already shirtless, in all his straight glory. My eyes were wide and fearful as I looked up at the pure, unbridled, muscular hate I had been living with for the past 4 months. "You just made a huge fucking mistake you piece of fucking shit," he said.

With that, he grabbed my head roughly while I was still sitting on the touch and slapped me hard. I made a girly noise as I felt the harsh sting of rough hand. Then he pulled me from where I was sitting, spit in my face (if I wasn't so terrified this would have been the best thing that ever happened to me) and then put me on the ground.

Seeing me looking so pathetic, lying on the ground looking up to him, my face covered in spit. He gave a little smirk. "Gonna give you a taste of the future now that MAGA is now in power," he said. He flexed his huge, impressive muscles in my face, and I was intimidated and turned on. Then he did what he said would happen: stomped out faggotry.

The next thing I saw was blackness. Then I woke up, this time outside somehow. I woke up groaning in pain, my head feeling swollen and just terrible. Then I saw him, my MAGA god.

"Finally up, faggot?" he said, with no humor in his voice. He was smoking a cigarette. "Hope you had sweet dreams. Guess what? Trump is your president now. That means we need to find some use for you. Here, why don't you try to be an ashtray. Open your faggot mouth."

He put his hands on my mouth and force me to open. I then held my mouth open, willingly, prepared to do anything for superior man. He brought his cigarette to my mouth and flicked his hot ash into it. I felt the hot ashes hit my lips and my tongue. It burned, but I tried not to flinch to much. He was right, I was just a faggot. I needed to be useful. I wanted to be useful to him.

I guess I wasn't good enough. Some of the ash fell from my face to the ground. "Fucking faggot, can't even ben ash tray correctly," he said. I truly felt disappointed in myself. I wanted to beg him to try again, but before I could even get a word out he spit on my face again... and then it was dark once more.

"Ok you fucking faggot." This was the first thing I heard when I woke up, groaning once again. Fuck my head was killing me. I realized I was on Jack's bed. I had wished for so long to be laying here. Usually under him. But the circumstances were much different than my imagination. Still, I enjoyed it for a second before feeling him roughly grab me by the neck.

"Ashtray's out, let's try toilet cleaner," he said and spit in my face.

God how long was I out? How many times had he knocked me unconscious? What day was it? It didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was being useful to my superior stepbro. It's all I wanted in life anymore. I was going to do it, I was going to prove to him I could be his toilet cleaner.

I could barely walk so he basically dragged me, with his hand around my neck, into his bathroom. I looked at his filthy toilet for only a brief second before he dunked my head in.

 All I could see was water. I was totally underwater, I couldn't breathe but could hear his muffled yells. I definitely could make out "faggot". I then felt the water swirling around me as he flushed the toilet. He let me soak in the swirlie until the water came back up, then he pulled me by hair with one hand. I breathed deeply, finally getting oxygen back into my lungs.

"You probably get those all the time in school, don't you faggot?" It had been a while but it brought back good memories. "Yes sir, thank you sir," I responded to him, saying my first words to him since he first stomped on my face. "God I hate your faggy little voice, get your mouth to the porcelain and lick faggot," he said. He brought my head to the toilet, a little too fast, but he brought me back before I smacked into it, but not before I gave out a little squeal. He laughed and then pushed me into the rim. He didn' thave to tell me twice, I stuck out my tongue and licked.

I licked with all my strength. My tongue was all over his toilet. I wanted to be the best toilet cleaner in the world for my MAGA stepbro. Fuck, maybe then I would finally be happy. Just living life to be his toilet cleaner. I was making exaggerated noises with my tongue as I licked his toilet totally clean. When I was finally done, I looked up at him for approval.

I knew immediately I wasn't good enough. "Fucking faggot, that took too long... I'll just use a fucking toilet brush. God damn, are you good at anything?"

Nooooooo. I thought this was it. I thought I found my life's purpose. He saw how dejected I looked. How much I genuinely wanted to be his human toilet brush. He just laughed in my face.

Then, you know what happened next.

Again, consciousness. And pain. And a yearning for useful for my stepbro. "Ok faggot, I think a natural progression from toilet cleaner is urinal... that's a pretty classic one. Don't spill a fucking drop, fag."

In that moment, I was the happiest fag in the world. I greedily opened my mouth for his MAGA piss. It tasted better than I thought. I was going to be not to spill a drop. I swallowed and swallowed. I looked up into his perfect face. "Fuck fag, you're so fucking pathetic," he said. And then he added some spit to the piss in my mouth. I didn't stop looking up at him, adoring him as I swallowed his waste. I had no idea what I looked like now, all bruised and swollen probably. I'm sure I looked so pathetic. And I felt pathetic too. But his warm piss was fixing everything.

Soon, his piss lessened. I knew what to do (I'm a faggot after all). I followed his piss stream to his cock as it lessened. I knew I was not supposed to touch his cock, so I just got directly under it for the last remaining jobs.

I did it. I swallowed every drop of piss. I had never been so proud of anything in my entire life. I tried not to smile too much but I couldn't help it. I licked my lips and savored his piss. Finally, I was useful to him. I had done it perfectly.

Almost reluctantly he said, "I have to say, you did a good job faggot." The warmth I felt in my body wasn't just from his piss. To hear his praise was the best thing I'd ever hear. I could have cried.

"...but" Oh god. No please. Finally, I found it. This was it. I was your urinal! "Why wouldn't I just use a toilet? You're just as good as a toilet fag but not anymore useful really. I'm not dragging you around just to piss anywhere."

That look of dejection hit my face again and he smirked with satisfaction. "Look fag, I'll keep it in mind, but I'm still searching for your use."

He threw me down on the bathroom floor. Darkness again.

When I came to again, I was looking at his big perfect feet. "Hear you faggots get down on some feet," he said. He scrunched his big feet in my face. I could smell them, he had gotten them sweaty for me.

"Prove you can be useful as a foot cleaner," he said. "Mouth only." It was a dream come true to taste my stepbrother's feet. However, to be honest, I don't think he would have picked this as my use. I actually felt like he was giving me a favor, a bit of a break after all the abuse I had taken. He just leaned back and closed his eyes. He let me worship his superior feet for a good 10 minutes. I was in fag heaven.

Finally he opened his eyes. "That was good but nah..." I just nodded my head in understanding. I really appreciated him letting me taste his feet. STOMP!

"Ok fag, I'm getting desperate." That was the first thing I heard when I came to. It was night and I was once again in his bed. God I wanted to lay there and just smell him. "I'm going to try one thing I didn't really want to try but we'll see how you do," he said. "Fleshlight."

My eyes got wide and my dick got hard. He was going to fuck me!? It became clear he was as he started taking down his shorts. I couldn't believe what was happening. Before I knew it I was looking at his BWC getting hard. I wanted to tell him thank you but before I could he spun me around. "Can't look at your faggot face while I do this... anyway your body is basically a girl's body," he said. He pushed my head into his be and then mounted me roughly. His spit was my only lube as he rammed inside. I tried to stifle my scream by yelling into his bed. It was rough as fuck. He really was using me as a fleshlight.

And god, did he have stamina. It took nearly 20 minutes of fucking for him to get a load out. He was hard and ravishing my hole the entire time. I'd never been fucked by a guy like him and it was the most amazing, painful thing I'd ever felt. Unfortunately I learned it was probably the last time I'd ever feel it. He flooded my guts with his potent straight seed. Then he spun me back around. Catching his breath he said, "Not as good as a bitch." Then he pushed me off the bed and I saw darkness again.

"Alright, fag, I've finally figured it out. It's been right in front of me this whole time. You should have suggested it, fucking dumbass faggot." I had no idea what he was talking about but I hated I hadn't thought of it. But I also couldn't think of much right now, it felt like I had lost some brain cells.

"See faggot, this whole time I've been beating the shit out of you after you failed. I didn't even realize how much I enjoyed beating the shit out of you because my mind was on finding a use for you. But that's it - you're a punching bag, and a kicking bag I guess. That's your life purpose. A punching bag for straight men."

I smiled. I fucking smiled. That was it! I would be his punching bag.

"You're actually better than a punching bag because I get human feedback. And I get so much joy out of causing you pain. This is going to be great!" While I was still smiling dumbly at finding my life purpose he punched me right in the gut. It took all the air out of me and I doubled over, but he set me upright again. "I'm going to store you in the basement with my gym equipment. That will be your new home."

"And as a bonus - if you're conscious when I have to piss, I'll just command you to open my mouth and you can swallow it all. That's a fucking dream life for a fag like you," he said. He was right. He was always right. Without warning he socked me in the face, causing me to hit the ground. Barely conscious, I stared up at the ceiling, but then he sat on his bed and put his big feet in my face. Then he started cracking his knuckles. It was the best thing I'd ever seen.

"Get ready for the rest of your fucking life faggot," said my big step bro cruelly. And then he unleashed a torrent of punches that cemented my position in life.