Boyfriend or Sextoy?
Hi,
I would like to tell you my story and how I reached this point in my life. 2 months back I turned 18 and shortly after that I figured out the guy that I was calling my boyfriend for the last year was just a straight guy paying my stepbrother to use my holes.
A little about me first at my 17th birthday my father found out I was gay and kicked me out of the house. I was and am pretty camp/fem in my nature not so much in my appearance. My mother passed away a long time ago, so I was being raised by my father and stepmother. My stepmother had a son from her previous marriage. So, this is the stepbrother Harry, I was referring to who is 5 years elder to me and was staying alone when he offered me a place to live after I was kicked out.
I also had to drop out of my school and life took a huge turn, but my stepbrother offered me support. He gave me a place to stay until I figured out something for myself. But I couldn’t so he offered to let me stay if I did all his housework for him. After a month or so I met his friend who was the same age as him, the guy who I thought of as my boyfriend Leon.
We met when my brother and his friends were hanging out at his place. In a twisted game of truth and dare I ended up blowing Leon in front of everyone. It was my first time doing anything sexual with a guy. My brother and all his friends were gym rats - jock type guys incredibly hot for someone who like me, you can imagine. So, he started coming over more often (until he became my boyfriend and started showing up every day after work) to have fun, since my brothers flat had just 1 bedroom I used to sleep in the living room on the sofa. So often my brother would catch me blowing him but leave us alone without bothering.
After few days when I started talking about exploring more and meeting other guys to Leon, he said that he wants to be my boyfriend and be exclusive. I had butterflies and I accepted. Until this point the routine was Leon would come over every other day after work with my brother and after small talk put his hand at the back of my neck and push my face to his crotch. I used to unzip him get his dick and balls out and suck till he cummed in my mouth (I didn’t have a choice as he let go only after I swallowed his cum). If I tried to touch myself or bring his hand towards my dick he would get upset and swat my hand away.
This continued even when we became boyfriends. He always made me wear a jockstrap and never let me cum, at least not in front of him, he said I should do it after he left. A lot of this I didn’t notice until I figured out the deal between Leon and Harry. Like how Leon never let me cum or never kissed (like a real kiss with tongue and spit) and we never met outside of Harry’s flat for a date. How my stepbrother used to secretly watch me getting fucked by his best friend. How my so-called boyfriend left making some excuse as soon as he dumped his load in me. How my boyfriend used to watch straight porn while he used me saying he was bisexual and needed the porn to get off as his attention was on porn and not me. How he would let out all his sexual frustration and aggression on me and wouldn’t stop even when I begged him too and then later just give an excuse of having a bad day at work without apologising for not stopping even when it was painful for me. I was blinded by love.
As for Harry, I loved him too as he was my saviour and protector. He provided for me food and clothes and shelter. I don’t have any money or support without him. I would be homeless on the streets if decides to kick me out tomorrow. So gladly do all the all he throws my way at home. He introduces me as his brother, but I just realised he just treats me as a maid or a pet.
So, when I learnt of Harry selling me to Leon for money and favours at work, I was angry and upset, I cried the whole night and decided to confront them the next day. At first both tried to make up an excuse a lie to hide it but then they accepted, and the discussion ended with both leaving the hose for the night. The next day Harry and Leon came back after their work sat me down and told me the two options I have; one is do as they say or two is leave and be homeless.
They gave me a glimpse of what would happen if choose option 1 as I know what would happen in option 2. And the things “The Rules” they mentioned sound terrifying and scary, and I am a bit embarrassed if I should tell you that. They also cleared a lot of misconceptions I have about being a BROTHER and a BOYFRIEND. But I want to know what you think I should do. Please let me know if I should share the “rules” and the “revelations” here on a public platform? I really need you help as I transition into the adult life from a teenager, as I have never thought of myself as a faggot.
Thanks,
T
