This is the second chapter of "My Bully Owns My Family". I appreciate the great feedback and encouragement on the first chapter, but this clearly is a niche that not everyone is into. I would recommend reading the first chapter beforehand because it is relatively tame compared to this chapter. If you found the first chapter too kinky, you will probably find this chapter even more kinky.
Chapter 2 summary: Mom sissifies Andy, school time debauchery ensues, and Marcus asserts ownership of Andy's mom and sister.
This story is my first attempt at erotic fiction, so any suggestions, constructive comments, or ways to improve my writing are greatly appreciated.
This story contains these themes (among others): femdom, cuckolding, sissification, humiliation, bondage, incest, bullying, reluctance, gay sex, and straight sex.
All characters are over the age of 18. This is purely a fantasy.
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Chapter 2: "Yes, Sir" - Marcus Takes Mom, my Sister, and I
"Good morning!" Mom cheerily exclaimed, barging into my bedroom.
Thank God that my birthday fell on a weekend. I didn't want to think about going back to school after Marcus, my high school bully, had spanked my sissy ass and made me suck his big cock in front of my family and his girlfriends. Nonetheless, my little cock was aching from the moment I woke up. Mom, who was wearing the same schoolgirl outfit she wore for my birthday, was quick to notice.
"Looks like someone had fun last night," she wryly said as she winked at me and giggled.
"Fuck off, Mom. Leave me alone," I shot back at her.
"Now, Andy, I know you are probably mad at us," she said, "and I totally understand why you would be angry, confused, and all that."
"Are you kidding me? Yeah, of course I'm mad at you," I complained.
"What you have to understand is that we did this for you," she said, "you might not see that right now, but you will thank us in the long run."
"Yeah, well, it's kind of hard to deal with when you find out your mom, dad, and sister are sick, twisted fucking sadists."
"Please, Son, calm down. Won't you just come downstairs and we can talk about this at the breakfast table? I'll make you coffee, how about that?"
After a long pause, I sighed and said, "Ok, Mom. Just let me get dressed."
"Great!" she said in an unnaturally bubbly way. She turned around and skipped out of the room, giggling like a little schoolgirl.
As I was getting dressed, I thought of what I wanted to tell Mom. I wanted to tell her that what she did was unforgivable and that she took advantage of my secret fantasies. I wanted to tell her that I was going to move out, drop out of high school, and make my own way in the world. But, at the end of the day, I knew I wouldn't say those things. Mom can smile at me and melt my heart instantly. A wimpy momma's boy like me had no chance with that smile.
My heart was racing, but I managed to make my way downstairs and join Mom at the breakfast table. There it was, that smile! She handed me a fresh cup of coffee, kissed my cheek, and looked straight into my eyes.
"Ok, Son," she said in a warm tone, "tell me what's troubling you. I don't like to see my little boy upset."
She had a way of making me feel special, even if she did have baser intentions.
"Ummm...I guess...I just thought you cared about me, Mom. Marcus makes my world hell at school and you guys are just enabling that," I said, looking down at the ground.
"Honey, look into my eyes," she said. I slowly looked up and we locked eyes, "you know I love you, right?"
"...Yes, Mom."
"You know I want my boy to be happy, right?"
"Yes, Mom."
"We have seen you struggle with your sexuality for so long, Andy. Dad, Fran, and I have been concerned for quite a while. We keep wondering why you don't have any girlfriends."
"I just am bad with girls, Mom. That's all."
"It's not just that, Son. You have an inferiority complex because you are cute, hairless, and have a small cock. You are never going to be able to take a girl and fuck her because what you really want is to be a sissy wimp."
"No, fuck no, Mom. I want to fuck girls! Why can't you understand that?"
"When your friend Stephen told us about your dirty little secret, I finally understood you, Andy. I thought, 'what if I made Andy's fantasy a reality? Wouldn't it be cathartic for him to finally accept his true nature?'"
After listening to her perspective, I understood. I said, "but why didn't you just ask me first?"
"Well, Stephen told me that you would never go through with it if we told you about it. When I consulted your daddy and your sister Fran, they agreed that you would never do it unless you were pushed along," she said, and then gave me a big grin, "so we pushed."
"I just wish you would have told me about it first."
"I respect your perspective, Andy," she said, "but that is neither here nor there. I am going to ask you the only two questions that matter. First, did you enjoy yourself last night? Don't lie to your mother."
"Ok, Mom, here is the truth. Even though I am still pissed off at you, I was also incredibly turned on last night."
"That's what I thought. Second, would you like to continue your life as a sissy wimp and would you like my help?"
This question got me all tangled up inside. I had a visceral reaction that ranged from fear to arousal. What a concept! To have my own mother turn me into a sissy.
After I took a while to respond, Mom said, "don't think about it. What does your gut say?"
"Well, Mom, my gut says, 'yes'."
"Yes, what?"
"...Yes, Mom, I want to be a sissy wimp and I want you to help me do that." I said, looking down at the floor once again.
"Good, Son. I'm so very happy for you," she said, beaming. After taking a sip of her coffee, she continued, "if this is going to be successful, you need to do what I say without question. From now on, I am your trainer - much like a master to a dog."
I thought about this for a while and should have stopped her right there, but at that point I was so turned on that I wasn't going to object.
"Um...alright, I guess that will be ok," I said.
"And here is your first lesson. When I tell you something, you answer with 'yes, Mommy'. When Marcus addresses you, at school or otherwise, you answer with 'yes, sir'. Just to let you know, your sister and I have also agreed to address Marcus as 'sir' in solidarity with you. So, I will say it again: I am your trainer and you must do what I say - much like a master to a dog."
"Yes, Mommy," I said, feeling more shame by the moment.
"Now, I know this is all new to you and you are probably scared out of your mind, so I want to start off slow," she said, "a good sissy bitch wears something that makes him feel pretty at all times. Starting this Monday, you will wear sexy panties to school instead of boxers."
"Yes, Mommy," I replied. Holy shit, that made me hard.
"When you get home from school, I will have a different girly outfit for you every day. You have to start getting comfortable being a good girl at home."
"Yes, Mommy."
"As a reward for good behavior, your sister and I will wear sexy lingerie or our schoolgirl outfits around the house. If you misbehave, Dad will be happy to give you a hard spanking."
So far, I was really excited about her ideas, except that I was terrified to call Marcus 'sir' at school. However, her next idea caught me off guard.
"We also need to start training your sissy ass to take Marcus's cock. I have plenty of butt plugs, dildos, and vibrators to help you get there, so don't worry. Do you know what a butt plug is, Son?"
"What the fuck! I'm not gay, Mom. And yes, I know what a butt plug is. I'm not twelve."
"Awww, is my sissy wimp getting sensitive? You want to jerk your little cock like a little pervert without giving up your sissy ass?" she said, now openly mocking me, "you have showed yourself to be my good submissive son. I'm confident you will learn to love giving up your boy pussy to Marcus."
After I didn't reply, she said, "I didn't hear you say 'yes, Mommy', mister man."
"I'm sorry. Yes, Mommy."
This dirty talk gave me a hard on. I gave Mom a dirty look, told her I needed some time to myself, and I went to my bedroom to jerk off my sissy cock.
School turned from the first layer of hell to the ninth after my birthday. Mom laid out the pair of panties I was to wear on my dresser every morning before I woke up. She always checked to make sure I was wearing them before I left for school.
The details of my humiliating birthday party had predictably spread like wildfire throughout the school. Girls giggled and looked away as I walked by. Now, Marcus was not the only one bullying me. Virtually every boy in school took to it.
"Shut the fuck up, little faggot."
"How do you like sucking on Marcus's cock?"
"Fran tells me you have a little cock. Why don't you show me, bitch?"
Even Mr. Johnston, my history teacher, said, "see you tomorrow, panty boy!" as I left his class one day.
When Stephen tried to approach me in the halls, I would look past him and walk by, ignoring him. After all, he was the cause of all this bullshit.
"Hey, man, can't we just talk?" he would plead.
I became even more mad at Stephen when it became clear that my twin sister, Fran, was dating Marcus. She had started dressing like a slutty schoolgirl at school, wearing short skirts and crop tops most days. They held hands and Marcus blatantly ordered her around.
Astonishingly, she always would reply by saying, in a perfectly submissive tone, "yes, sir."
One day, I had forgotten to wear my panties to school, and instead wore boxers. When Mom checked me in the morning, she sent me to school anyway because I was already late.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Son," she said. She also went ahead and told my sister, who then told Marcus.
Marcus approached me in the hall, with my sister wrapped around his waist, and grabbed my hair. He pulled me by my hair outside and to a secluded area, where a small group of his buddies and girlfriends were hanging out. They all surrounded me.
