“Mark, seriously! You can’t talk to me like that. I’m your big brother and am entitled to some respect!”
That was a month ago. How much had changed in a month. One month since Chris had stood up to his monstrosity of a little brother after Mark had found all of Chris’ gay porn sites and told him exactly how he felt about “disgusting queers” and, now, consequently, how he felt about Chris himself.
“You can’t talk to me like that. I’m your big brother and am entitled to some respect.” It was truly staggering - and would be hilarious, Chris thought, were he not the butt of the joke - how completely Mark had taken his words that day and in every conceivable way, proven them to be false.
Mark had walked up to Chris; his 6′4 frame towering over Chris’ five foot, nine inches, until Chris, intimidated and scared, found his face so close to his brothers massive mounds of chest, that his nose actually dipped into the cavern his pecs created. He had to crank his head upwards, feeling stupid as he looked up to find Mark glaring down at him.
“Shut the fuck up with this “little brother” shit. From now on, I’m the big brother around here. Every time you introduce me to someone, you will do so by saying, “this is my strong, superior, straight big brother Mark,” and any failure to do so verbatim will result in me putting you over my lap right then and there and pulling your pants down to spank you to tears and then you’ll do it again, this time, with your pants around your ankles and your little fag dick and bright red ass on display for all.”
“Furthermore,” Mark continued, “I don’t think your entitled to any respect at all. In fact, from this day forward, I’m going to make it my number one priority in life to see to it that you suffer as much disrespect and humiliation as humanly possible. I’m going to make your life miserable and push you lower than you can imagine, all for my own entertainment, and every time you hesitate to do something I have instructed, I’ll beat your ass as hard as I can, then make you do it anyway. I refuse to have a faggot as a brother! And since I understand there’s no way to get your faggot brain to stop thinking about dicks all day, I guess from now on i’ll have myself a little sissy sister. How does that sound, Chrissy?”
Mark laughed to himself; a deep, malicious laughter that shook the room. Whether due to merely being overwhelmed at all that was transpiring at the behest of his newly minted Big Brother, or whether it was because Chris knew his brother meant every word of what he was saying, and attempted to appeal to the alpha male in a way he felt Mark would appreciate, Chris fell to the floor at his brothers feet and immediately started covering the tops of his brother’s rank size 14 feet with kisses as he begged him to reconsider.
“Please, Mark, please! I’m sorry I’m a faggot. I know I’m nothing compared to you, and you’re right, I’m not a man. I’ll do everything i can do to make your life easier. I’ll do all your laundry. I’ll do all your assignments for Uni. I’ll run your errands. I’ll cook for you. I’ll be your total slave for life, just please Mark! Please have mercy on me. Don’t destroy my life. I don’t want to be “Chrissy” and I don’t want to be humiliated daily. Please, just let me take care of you and serve you? My, superior (kiss), straight (kiss) big brother (kiss).”
Mark looked down, smiling at the pathetic display before him. Without very much effort at all, he lifted one foot quickly, kicking Chris in the face as he did, causing Chris to spin around and land on his back, gazing up at his giant brother. Mark reached down with one long, massive arm and grabbed the tiny trio of Chris’s dick and balls through his shorts and began to squeeze them with all the strength he could muster; the veins in his gladiator-esque arm rising a god quarter inch and his bicep ballooning to it’s full 22″. “You forgot “strong,” Chrissy!” Mark continued to squeeze until Chris passed out.
And that is how, one month later, Chrissy found herself dab in the middle of anther agonizingly humiliating afternoon compliments of her big brother and on this occasion, one of his equally unsympathetic gym rat friends.
Chrissy sat there in her frilly pink tank-top, 2 sizes too small that cut off a full inch above her belly button, along with an unbelievably small pair of hot pink, latex-looking booty shorts. Mark had required her to sell off all of her belongings that were worth anything and everything else - every article of clothing or anything remotely boyish - was donated to charity. All that Chrissy now owned were a few ridiculous and extremely humiliating girly outfits that Mark required her to wear everyday. Mark allowed Chrissy to keep her bank account open, as he enjoyed forcing Chrissy to spend all of her money on him much more than the idea of just taking it all for himself outright. Like today, Mark had made Chrissy accompany him and his friend Brian to the gym, where Mark made Chrissy go up to the reception desk as he towered above her and ask the large black gym employee to, “please update the credit card information on my strong, superior, straight, big brothers gym membership so that i may pay his bill every month, Sir?” The big, black gym employee looked up and shared and approving smile with Mark, before nodding and laughing to himself. “Sure thing, faggot. I’ll go ahead an upgrade your big bro to our most expensive package too, how does that sound,” he callously inquired. Chrissy felt so stupid and was already kept in a constant state of stress and panic, thinking how she was going to keep up with all of her big brothers financial demands, but, she simply managed a smile and said, “thank you very much, Sir.” She knew the consequences of not being the perfect pathetic sissy all too well.
“Don’t you have something you’d like to ask the man, Chrissy?” Mark prompted, offering the gym employee and big “just you wait for this” smile as Chrissy took a deep breath and continued.
“Oh, yes, thank You for reminding me, Big Brother Mark. Sir, I understand that a pathetic sissy faggot has no place inside a gym, because that is for real men like you and my big brother and his friends, but would it be ok if i sat here in the waiting room while the real men worked out and painted my nails?”
“Hmmmm, i don’t know,” the gym employee toyed. “I don’t even think the reception area in the gym is a place for a faggot fairy like you. But i’m feeling generous. Tell you what, i was just about to order my lunch. Why don’t I put it on your credit card and i’ll allow you to sit over there and do your girly nails, sound good? Sit on the floor though, the chairs are for real men and women, got that?”
Chrissy turned 4 shades of red. She felt Mark beaming with pride behind her. “Thank you very much, Sir.”
On the walk from the gym to the spot Mark and Brian had decided they wanted to eat lunch at, Mark made Chrissy walk a good 100yrds in front of them, telling him to keep his newly pink-tipped fingers out at his sides and to swish his prissy butt in his tiny pink booty shorts so everyone could get a good laugh. The contrast between the two alphas, who had both decided to forego wearing shirts after the gym, allowing the sun to tan their impossibly perfect physiques, and the swishy, sissy Chrissy was like night and day. Mark had also told Chrissy that he expected her to perform a service to the community for the inconvenience of merely existing in it. He had stuffed a handful of small plastic bags into Chrissy’s purse and told her that she was to pick up every pile of dog shit she pranced by on their way to lunch. If Mark or Brian happened to see a single piece of dog shit that Chrissy had missed on their walk, she would suffer like she couldn’t imagine. By the time they got to the restaurant, Chrissy had 7 full baggies in her purse.
“Dude, there’s no way! He’s not actually going to do that, is he?” Brain exclaimed dumbfounded. Mark laughed harder than Chrissy had ever seen. His smile, a cruel mockery that dared Chrissy to disobey. Truth be told, Mark was curious himself. This was the single lowest depth he had forced upon his once big brother and he was giddy at the prospect of forcing him, now her, to debase herself on a full restaurant patio on a bustling sidewalk as he and his macho friend looked on.
Before her, on the extra plate Mark had conspicuously requested when ordering his massive meal, sat the 7 loads of dog shit, removed from their bag. Mark picked up an empty water glass from the table an held it in his lap as he spoke; his eyes dancing with power as Chrissy’s filled with tears. “I haven’t been allowing you to eat much lately, have I Chrissy? I’m helping you achieve that really slender, girlish figure. But you’ve been working hard, so, let’s call this a cheat meal hahaha. That plate better be empty before mine is, or i’m going to make you eat every piece of dog shit from here to home, on all fours, right were you find it hahahahaha. And here,” Mark said, placing the water glass now full to the brim with his dark, pungent piss back on the table top. “Something to wash it all down with. Now, say thank you. After all, I am your big brother and I am entitled to some respect, FAGGOT!”