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This is a story about a young man’s high school bully slowly turning him, his mom, his sister, and his dad into big black cock submissive sluts. I’ve been wanting to try writing erotic fiction for a long time, this is my first go at it.

The first chapter involves Andy’s parents finding out about a fantasy: getting a birthday spanking by Marcus, his high school bully. His parents turn this fantasy into a reality.

This story contains these themes (among others): femdom, incest, cuckolding, spanking, watersports, straight sex, gay sex, reluctant/nonconsensual sex. So if you are not into those things, don’t read the story.

All characters are over the age of 18. This is purely a fantasy.

**Chapter 1: My Secret Gets Out**

It was an awkward time in my life. Although I was eighteen, I had the look of a thirteen year old boy. I had a little bit of baby fat left and had not filled out. I had not grown much body hair, and my ass and thighs were round and smooth.

I thought about girls constantly, and the short dresses and skirts girls wore to school drove me crazy. Not only that, but I had a severe lack of confidence and was a favorite target for bullies.

Easily my most hated bully was Marcus. He stood five inches taller than me and always showed off his muscular frame. He was the only black guy in our high school, which made him a hot commodity among the girls.

Marcus’s taunting was unrelenting. In the hall, his favorite hobby was to coerce me into doing things for him.

“Hey, ya fag,” he’d say as he would stop me in the hall, “buy me a soda.”

On one occasion, I told him no. Marcus’s response was to get his jock buddies and girlfriends to chant, “Andy’s a little faggot boy, Andy’s a little faggot boy” until I ran away into my next class.

I was so ashamed of myself. Why did Marcus insist on humiliating me? What was so wrong with me?

He got as much pussy and ass as he could ever want. Not only that, but his girlfriends seemed to enjoy him taunting me.

This constant bullying turned into a fetish for me. I started to deal with my shame through sexual humiliation. Thoughts of Marcus slapping my face over and over again, spitting on my face, and making me suck his cock started to pass my mind more and more. I didn’t understand. I was straight. I wanted to fuck girls. But I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to submit to and accept Marcus’s bullying.

I wanted to confide in someone about these weird and disturbing images I was developing. I invited over my best friend Stephen and we bullshitted for a while in my basement.

After a pause in conversation, I said, “Hey man, can I ask you a very personal question?”

“Of course,” Stephen said, “you can ask me anything.”

“Ok….what is your wildest sexual fantasy?”

“Hmm,” he pondered. After a long pause, he looked at me and said, “you know what, I’ll do you one better. I can give you an experience. But I gotta warn you, it’s weird. Don’t judge me.”

“Dude, of course I won’t judge you,” I said.

“Ok. Last week, Mom searched through my internet history when I was away.”

“So what?”

“Well, She found my porn, which is…umm…pretty fucked up.”

“You know I like fucked up things.”

“I don’t know why, but I really get turned on thinking about myself being, like, spanked by my family. Like Mom, my sister…and Dad.”

“Whoa man, that is super fucked up.”

“Alright, but you have not heard the least of it. My mom, well, she decided to fulfill my fantasy.”

Not knowing what he meant, I asked, “What, did she set you up with a girl into that stuff?”

“No man. She fucking spanked me.”

“What, your mom? No dude, I’m sorry, there is no fucking way.”

“I’m telling you, she spanked me…and so did my sister…and so did Dad.”

“Really? This is too good, man. Keep going.”

“So, we were all eating dinner together like we always do. Halfway through the meal my sister, out of the fucking blue, says, ‘I hear you need to be punished.'”

“What?” I asked.

“I mean, I obviously was stunned, and asked my sister what she was talking about. This really caused Mom to snap. She told me that little boys who need to be punished don’t get to protest. I was to go upstairs and make a list of everything I had done wrong and then report to the living room to receive my punishment.”

“Man, this is actually pretty hot.”

“At that point, I knew that Mom had told my sister about my porn. The rest is history. I go downstairs and read off the list of things I’ve done wrong. Mom makes me strip completely naked and bend over a chair. They all take turns belting me.”

When Stephen was telling his story, I couldn’t help but get hard as well. “I…uh…I don’t even know what to say.”

He laughed, “It looks like your cock is talking for you. Alright, man. I gave you mine. What’s yours?”

“You have to promise you won’t tell anyone. It is pretty fucking weird.”

“Did you not just hear what came out of my mouth?” he said.

I paused for a moment, looked down to the ground, and said, “I don’t have much luck with girls and I get bullied every fucking day. Part of me just wants to submit to the taunting and do what Marcus says. I fantasize about him doing fucked up shit like spanking my ass and, well, fucking his girlfriends in front of me.”

“Holy shit. I heard about this! I think you’re a sissy boy. You get turned on by being humiliated by superior, stronger men. It’s pretty common actually. Marcus is so strong and domineering, so I don’t blame you.” He said, trying to comfort me.

“Yeah, well. Please just keep this secret,” I said, probably looking pretty embarrassed.

“For sure. But I don’t think you’re telling me everything. I bet you have some fucked up incest fantasies, just like everyone else.”

I never thought about incest much before, but his story gave me a new thought I had to get out.

“Umm….your story kinda gave me an idea.”

“It’s not a story bro, this fucking happened.”

“Ok, well. It would be fucked up, but kinda hot, to get a spanking by Marcus…on my birthday…with family and friends watching. I don’t know why man, it’s making me hard.”

“In my experience you need to listen to your gut. I know it sounds stupid. I bet Marcus would have a fun time with you and I bet your parents would, too.’

“Even if I wanted to do something like this, my family wouldn’t be down. And Marcus is an asshole, I hate that guy.”

“Did you ever think you hated him because you could never be him?”

I didn’t reply because I couldn’t believe my best friend actually suggested I humiliate myself in front of my worst enemy.

My nineteenth birthday was fast approaching. Five days before it, I was with my mom, dad, and sister around our swimming pool. Fran, my twin sister, is very tan, has a huge ass and round thighs, small tits, a gorgeous smile, and cute brown hair. My mother, Mary, has a smaller bubble butt, long legs, big tits, and a mischievous grin. Both were wearing their usual skimpy swimsuits, and I couldn’t help but look at their gorgeous bodies. My dad, George, is a very handsome, tall, and muscular man, and also a very loving father.

As we were all hanging out around the pool, Mom said something I never expected.

“So Andy, I hear you need to be punished.”

I looked back and forth at my mom, dad, and sister, grasping at what to say next. What the hell did they mean?

“I…I have no idea what you’re talking about!” I said.

“Oh I think you do, Son.” my father said, a little bit condescendingly. “There will be no ifs, ands, or buts. We are going to give you the birthday spanking you’ve always needed, you naughty boy.”

My mom and sister sniggered after seeing the embarrassment on my face. Although I definitely was shocked, I was also weirdly excited. I never thought in a million years that this fantasy might become reality.

I spent the next five days switching between nervous anticipation and incredible excitement. Was this really going to happen? Although I was not looking forward to having my fantasies paraded in front of my family, I loved the idea of getting humiliated by the very people who love me the most.

On the day of my birthday, Mom woke me up at eight in the morning.

“Happy Birthday!” She cheerily exclaimed as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

The way my mom dressed was not typical of her at all. She usually dresses conservatively, but today she wore a short pleated skirt and a very skimpy crop top. She looked like a slutty schoolgirl! I didn’t object, however, as I got to see her thighs and a glimpse of her ass as she bent over to pick up my dirty clothes.

“Have you made a list of naughty things you have done?” She asked.

“Um…no, Mom. I’ll do that a little bit later. I’m having a little bit of trouble coming up with things I’ve done wrong.”

“Son, I want you to reflect deeply on why you need to be punished. You act like a good little boy but I know you have some perverted and very wrong fantasies. Just tell us what those are. Certainly you should be punished for those dirty little secrets.”

“Yes, Mom.” I said, terrified that my family would hear my deepest and most embarrassing fantasies.

As I made my way downstairs, my sister was making breakfast and Dad was sitting at the table in a suit. But my sister was not just making breakfast. She was making breakfast in just a thong and thigh high plaid socks. She also had her hair up in slutty pigtails. I felt my cock grow, I couldn’t help myself!

“Umm…Mom. What is this all about?”

“Silly boy! It’s part of your birthday present. You get to see your pretty sister naked!”

“Um…ok…thanks, Mom. I guess.”

‘This is super fucking weird,’ I thought.

The rest of the morning went pretty well. I got my birthday present – a new bike that I really wanted. I gave my parents a hug and they told me they loved me very, very much. My sister decided to bend over the bicycle, revealing her big round ass to me.

After we chatted about “how quickly I had grown up”, Mom changed topics of conversation.

“Ok, Son. In twenty minutes your party guests will arrive. It’s time to go upstairs and wait for me to call you down. When you do come down, it will be time for your spanking. So, of course you’ll need to be naked.”

“Um…guests? You didn’t tell me about guests,” I said, suddenly terrified out of my mind. How could my parents do this to me? And more troubling, who in the hell was coming to my birthday party?

“What would a birthday party be without guests, silly?” Mom said as Dad and my sister chuckled along.

“Go upstairs, birthday boy. We’ll call you down,” My sister ordered.

Reluctantly, I headed upstairs. Despite my attempts not to think about sex, my cock was as hard as a rock, standing at its mediocre five inches.

Twenty minutes later, Mom called for me to come downstairs. Completely naked, I came down the stairs at a snail’s pace. When I got to the bottom, I looked up and my world stopped. Marcus, my asshole of a bully, was standing in the middle of the room. Surrounding him were eight other cute high school girls who Marcus had fucked. Stephen and his mom, dad, and sister were also surrounding Marcus.

“Happy Birthday!” They all screamed.

I didn’t know what to do! I was standing there completely naked with my young, smooth body on display. To make matters worse, my cock was as hard as it ever got, sticking out for everyone to see.

I was pissed at my mom and my entire family for inviting Marcus and his girlfriends. It didn’t help that my sister was still wearing just a thong and my own mom still looked like a slutty schoolgirl!

“Mom, how could you?” I yelled, “You know Marcus bullies me. He has beat me up before!”

“Oh Son, I know you better than you think! Isn’t this your fantasy? For this muscular, tough, man-bully to make you suck on his big black cock?”

“Mom, all the people here!”

“Do you not get off on Marcus, your high school bully, humiliating you?”

I was devastated, but this humiliation by my own mother really turned me on.

“…yes,” I said, with my head down.

“What is that you call him, Marcus? Little faggot boy?” My mother asked, with a very evil grin.

“Yup, Indeed I do,” He said.

“Now, Son,” My dad said, “Naughty little boys need to be punished by big strong bullies. This is really the natural way of things. Do you have the list of things that you think deserve punishment?” he asked.

“Um…yes…Uh…,” I stammered, “One, I stole a picture of Angela from her locker and jacked off to it.”

Angela, one of Marcus’s girlfriends, looked at me and yelled, “What the fuck! what a pervert!”

“Go on, Son,” Dad said.

“Ok…I…I have sick fantasies about being…pissed on…by Marcus,” I said. I heard a couple of Marcus’s girlfriends laughing under their breath.

“Well, that certainly deserves punishment,” Dad said.

“And…I…I get turned on thinking about being humiliated by men who are stronger than me.”

“Yes, Son, and that means you are a sissy!” Dad exclaimed.

Marcus then chimed in, “Alright, little faggot boy. Your girly ass deserves a spanking. Get on the floor and show me that round sissy ass of yours!”

I did as he told, getting on all fours on the floor. Marcus proceeded to spank my ass with his big hands, taunting me at the same time:

“That’s right, birthday boy. Little faggot! Little faggot boy!”

The crowd cheered him on, enabling Marcus’s bullying. After about five minutes of hard spanking, he turned me around and pulled his massive black cock out of his pants.

“Suck his big black cock, little sissy!” yelled my Mom, “be a good birthday boy!”

I opened my mouth to take in his big cock, but struggled at first. Angela, Marcus’s girlfriend, coached me through it and after a while I had gotten into a good rhythm.

As Marcus was speeding up, my sister came over to Marcus and bent over to show him her voluptuous ass. She then reached between her legs and started to stroke my cock. I couldn’t believe that my own sister was getting me off!

“Oh God,” Marcus’s voice was rising, “I’m going to cum all over your pathetic brother’s face!”

“Oh yeah, Marcus, you big strong man. Cum on my sissy brother!” She yelled.

Marcus couldn’t contain himself any longer as his cum shot onto my face. About thirty seconds later, I came on the floor from my sister’s handjob. As my final assignment of the night, I was ordered to lick up all the cum that I shot on the floor. How humiliating! But at the same time, how incredibly exciting.

My parents had one more present for me. They got me a pink baby doll lingerie set. I was ordered to wear it around for the rest of the party.

“A sissy needs to look pretty on his special day!” Mom said.

Once again, I was in complete disbelief. I had just been exposed as a pathetic sissy by Mom and Dad and had to witness my sister slutting it up for my high school bully. I had never expressed an interest in wearing girls lingerie and was surprised my parents were doing this.

“Oh, come on. I won’t wear that! You have already ruined my fucking birthday, all of you. No fucking way!”

“Son, don’t lie. You really loved this. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have creamed all over the floor with your little sissy cock!” Mom said.

“I mean, come on, you took advantage of me.” I said.

Dad then pulled out his stern voice, “Son, this is not up for debate. Boys like you need to learn how to be pretty for the men in your life.”

So, reluctantly, I took the present from my parents and put it on.

It was so humiliating being exposed as a complete sissy at my own birthday party. I was upset with my parents but couldn’t help being excited about what was next in this adventure.

Marcus was the star of the party and I was relegated to party host. He was the girls’ favorite karaoke duet partner and he flirted constantly with all of them (including my sister and mom). I, on the other hand, spent the night getting people drinks, kissing girls’ feet if they asked, and generally doing what anyone asked. And if I tried to object, they were instructed by Mom to point to the boner in my pink panties and laugh.

Finally, the party was over. People headed out, making sure to say goodbye to Marcus and I. Most girls gave him a kiss on the way out. Marcus was the last to leave and as he was walking out the door, he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, buddy!”

I slammed the door, ran past my parents, stomped up the stairs, and went into my bedroom. I slammed the door closed and locked it. I had so many conflicting feelings: lust, anger, jealousy, fear. I never wanted to see my parents again. Still, it was becoming harder and harder to deny that I was rapidly turning into a sissy boy. But I never imagined the depths Marcus would go to control and own me completely. And in the process, he ended up controlling and owning my entire family – Mom, Dad, and my sister.



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