I came out to my family after my first semester of college. My mom, my dad, my brothers, my sisters… They all seemed okay with it. None of them seemed to give it much thought.

And then my two older brothers caught me alone one day. They made some raunchy gay jokes that bordered on being offensive, but I just let it pass. They asked me to come out into the back yard for something, so I came with them.

They grabbed me and forced my hands into these leather cuffs before tying them to the porch, immobilizing me.

“Guys, come on, this isn’t funny” I said.

“It’s not a joke, bro. What’s the point of having a faggot for a brother if we can’t use him to get off.”

“What? No! You can’t!”

“Sure we can. We’re going to fuck you, bro, whenever and wherever we want.”

“No, that’s fucked up! You can’t do this to mmph” they forced a ball gag into my mouth and secured it. I couldn’t complain, I couldn’t fight.

My face flushed with embarrassment as I realized I’d gotten hard in my jeans. What the fuck?

Hands reached around me from behind, moving toward the button holding my jeans closed. No no no, they’d see I was hard! The button popped open, my zipper was lowered, and hands slid down my sides, into my underwear and jeans, and started sliding them down.

My erection popped out, slapping up against my shirt, precum making a dark spot on the fabric.

“Haha, faggot.”