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"But Moooooomm...I don't wanna go see my brothers."

"Oh come on now, you never visit your brothers ask about you all the time, and it'll give you a chance to see what college life is like."

"I'm not going!"

"Oh yes you are. Now hush up, Ollie, or you'll have to answer to your father - and the belt."

I had tried all week to get out of seeing my abusive brothers, but my parents had made up their minds, and nothing I could say would change it. They had always bullied me, and my parents had always chocked it up to normal horseplay. My father said it would make a hog out of me. I wasn't so sure. And so there I was, on my way to the bus station, where my parents would unload me on my brothers for the entire Summer. A summer of misery, I was certain.

The ride was long - 8 hours or so - made all the longer as my mind conjured up all of the things my brothers would do to me over the summer. Noogies, indian burns, teasing, and swirlies were just the beginning, I knew. There were much more humiliating things than those, but I hardly dared to think of them. Despite my disgust, my little dicklet stirred at the thought.

Eventually I did arrive to my appointed destination, and sure enough, I spotted a big pig waiting right at the terminal wearing his trademark college jersey. I instinctively cringed. It was Barry, the youngest of a litter of three, just a few years my senior but much much larger.

"Hey runt!" He yelled in a husky voice, clapping an arm around my shoulder and giving me a bone breaking squeeze. "How ya been? Is that your bag?" He swung the heavy bag I was dragging up onto one shoulder, and waved for me to follow.

"I'm okay..." I said in a reluctant voice, scurrying to keep up with him.

"Aww, what's a matter. Aren't you happy to see your brothers?" He said, snorting with amusement. "It's not all that bad. You're gonna have lots of fun, I promise!"

"Yeah, right..." I had expected him to punch me or something but he was actually acting pretty friendly. He asked if I was hungry and I said I was, so we stopped at a drive through and he bought two burgers, an extra large fries and a shake. I thought that was really swell of him, and so I chowed down. As I finished off the fries and burger, I noticed that he hadn't touched the food.

"Oh don't worry, little bro. I already ate. You go right on ahead."

So I chowed down some more, slowing down near the end. But he insisted I finished it so I ate the last few bites, washing it down with the shake, and patted my round belly in satisfaction.

"Hehe," he snorted, "we're gonna teach you how to eat like a real hog. Pretty soon, you'll be as big as your big brothers. Well, at least in the waist if not height." He slapped the wheel, laughing at his own quip about my size. Yes, I was a runt, there's no doubt about it, and none of my brothers would ever let me forget it. Finally we pulled into the driveway of a majestic mansion. Was this where they lived?

"This is the frat house," Barry explained. "Most of the guys here had to pledge to get in, but you're a guest so you get a free pass. Aren't you lucky?"

I was awed by the size of it. Barry parked the car in the circular driveway, right in front of the double doors, and tossed the keys to a fresh looking Ram in a letterman's jacket and told him to put my bag in his room.

"Perks of being a sophomore," He explained, and then he yelled, "And don't get any scratches on it, freshie, or it's your ass!"

I shuddered, glad it wasn't me getting yelled at. Knowing my brothers, that was likely to be more than just an idle threat. Barry took me in through the foyer, to the living room, which had a view of a billiards table where I saw my two brother's playing a game. The oldest of the three - Harry - just sunk the eight ball, and with that, the game. He pounded his mug of beer and cheered before his beady eye fixed itself on me. He was in a pair of running shorts and a sweat stained tank top stretched over his round belly. Black hair sprouted from his pits and my nose twitched as I caught the slightest whiff of BO drifting my way.

"Aww, there he is," snorted Larry, second oldest, who had just lost the game. He ran over to me and picked me up in another bone crushing hug. Harry smirked and nodded my way. "Has this little guy lost weight? I think he has." Harry was always fond of talking to me like a little kid.

Barry came over and punched me lightly on the shoulder. "Nah, he's just getting taller. He'll fill out, especially with our diet!" At that Barry flexed and the other two snorted in laughter. I laughed along as well, uncertainly. Maybe this summer wouldn't be so bad after all.

"No worries kid," said Larry, "everyone knows you're our bro. And if anyone messes with you, just let one of your big brothers know and we'll teach em some manners. Got that?"

"Yes, Larry." I said, shyly.

"Hehe, he may have gotten a little taller but he's still cute as ever."

"So where is everyone else?" I asked, shrugging off the 'cute' comment.

"It's Summer, bro. Everyone's still asleep!"

"Yeah, man, almost no one's up before noon and it's barely one. But we got up early for you."

"Thanks, I didn't know you cared." I said, trying not to sound too sarcastic.

"Of course we care!" Piped Harry, in his baritone voice. "We've missed you a lot, believe it or not. And we're sure the brothers are going to be as fond of you as we are. Which is why we wanted to make sure we had time to make you look presentable before the rest of the gang came down..."

My stomach sank. I didn't like the sound of that. "W- w- what do you mean?"

"Strip." Harry said, in a low voice, that told me he meant business.

"N-no!" I squealed, backing away from Harry until I bumped into the big soft stomach of Barry.

"Not so fast, runt!" Barry said, seizing me and pulling off my shirt. "I love it when he struggles." He said, pushing me into Harry, who caught me in a headlock which forced me face first into his pits. I tried to squeal but all I got was a mouthful of hair.

"That's right, pork chop," said Harry. "Lick those hairy pits! I said lick em!" He jabbed me in the ribs when I didn't comply, prompting a flurry of licks on my part, which brought a bitter taste to my mouth that I know wouldn't go away for quite some time. While Harry held me fast, my other brothers began going to work on my shoes, socks, and pants. In no time flat they had me completely exposed, my porky little penis betraying me as it stuck straight out in front of me. Harry let go and I stumbled back in a daze.

"Aww look," cooed Larry, "the runt's getting excited! I guess he DOES remember all the fun we used to have back at home."

"Hehe, let's see if the little porker's kept in practice," grunted Harry, pulling down his running shorts and stroking his already hard cock. He scratched his balls and then smeared his musk across my snout. I turned my head away, the smell of ball sweat clinging to my muzzle. Harry grunted in annoyance and grabbed my muzzle in one hoof, turning it to face him. I was inches from his crotch as he pulled back his foreskin with his other hoof, to reveal the shiny purple head of his thick tool. He thrust forward with his hips, leaving a trail of precum and cock cheese all over my snout. "I didn't give you permission to look away, little brother. That ball sweat was just a little sample to get your juices flowing. Now suck it," he said, and I got a weird feeling in my belly. I remembered all the times my brothers made me do this and it made me angry. I looked up at harry and tried to back up, but Barry put his hand on my shoulder and my back and pushed me forward and down onto my knees.

"Aw man come on... I don't want to," I whined.

"Oh, but you do..." he chuckled, knowingly.

My little piggy face contorted as I felt the burning fire of desire in my gut. Tears of shame rolled down my porky cheeks as I opened my mouth for my brother to lay his fat cockhead on my waiting tongue.

"That's the way, little brother. Ahhhhhh yeah," he said as he let his cock fall onto my tongue with a loud plop, and slid the penis in slowly, letting me taste every inch, feel every vein of his unwashed cock. I knew the big pig loved the feeling of his little brother's hot mouth. "Ohhh, that feels soooo good little bro. Almost too good. I better be careful or I'm gonna blow my load too soon..."

As much as I hated to admit it, I loved the feeling of my brother's cock in my mouth as well. It made my penis rock hard, and I hated myself for it. I hated the way they all used me.

"Well well well, it looks like the little porker has been in practice," said Larry. "How about you share the wealth, big brother?"

"There's plenty to go around," Harry retorted. "This little pork chop is just getting started!"

Barry moved around to my side where he had access to my tits and began tweaking my nipples hard, whispering in my ear. "You have no idea how excited we've been to dump our loads into you; Harry here hasn't cum for a whole month!" He watched my face as he let those words sink in. "That's right little bro. It's gonna be just like old times. Only now we have lots of new toys to try out on our little slut of a brother. We're gonna take all your clothes and keep you spread open at all times with a nice big butt plug, so you can service us with your mouth or hole whenever we want. And don't worry, we'll keep you well fed with piss, cum and table scraps. You're gonna have a full belly the whole time you're here, like you're pregnant!"

Harry pulled out of me, and stood hunched over for a little while, apparently trying not to cum. Meanwhile, Larry reached into his jeans and pulled out a leather string which he wrapped around my cock and balls. My balls were pulled out straight ahead of me, as Larry pulled me toward the couch. He brought me to a ring on the floor, where he tied the other end of the chord.

"You stay there, stay on all fours."

I did as he asked, as the three brothers walked off, laughing. My mind raced with thoughts as I sat there, dripping precum from my rock hard cock. The chord wouldn't allow any blood to escape, and I had nothing to wear to hide my big purple erection. I hated how my brothers used me and yet here I was again, letting it happen.

Harry returned with another mug of beer and sat on the sofa. He kicked off his shoes, using my back to hold his big stinky feet. I began to gag from the smell.

"Ahh let's get a little more comfortable," he said, grinning. He pulled off his dirty socks by the tips and draped them over my face where they stayed on my snout. I shook my head but the sweaty socks stuck like glue. I dared not move my hooves. "What'sa matter, little bro? Don't like the smell of my feets?"

I shook my head. He guffawed. He opened a beer and started chugging. "uuuurp...." He wiped his mouth. "I gotta take a piss. Turn this way, slave."

I turned to face him, wincing at the pain in my balls.

"Open your mouth."

I did so and he placed his dick on my tongue. I saw him strain and then his face relaxed as a bitter stream of piss started bouncing off the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled my head back but he grabbed me by the ears. He forced me to choke down every ounce of piss before he let me go, and I jerked my head away, coughing and making the socks finally come unstuck and fall to the floor.

"My butt's itchy. Give me a wipe." He turned around and wiggled his huge ass in my face. I recoiled in disgust, but Barry crept up behind me and shoved me forward and I landed snout first in Harry's hairy asshole. The musk clung to his asshole so thickly you could cut it with a knife - he clearly wasn't a good wiper. As I ate him out, I got a tongue full of musky shit. He just ground harder into my face. when he finally eased off and sat back down, I could still smell his ass, the smell sticking to my nose. I tried to look disgusted, and I was, but I was also drooling, as was my cock.

"Nice one, bro," said Barry, fistbumping the eldest brother. "I think he's gonna be the perfect house slave this summer."

"I think you're right bro." said Harry, in his deep gravelly voice.

"What's all the hubbub, bub?" yawned a sleepy looking llama, who was being led into the living room by Larry.

"Hey Bobby, I'd like you to meet our little brother." Said Harry, sitting with his legs wide open and his erection displayed proudly. "We were just breaking him in. Ollie, this is my best friend, Bobby. Say hi!."

I just scowled and Barry cuffed me on the head. "Manners," he whispered, giving me a pointed glare.

"Why don't you greet him like you greeted me?" Harry said to me, rubbing his hard on.

"I don't wanna," I whined, but Bobby the Llama was already pulling his dick out of his sweat pants and smiling evilly.

"Too bad, kid," Larry said, untying my tether from the floor, grabbing me by the ear and pulling me over, he gave me a swat on the ass and pushed me over to Bobby. Bobby's sweat pants smelled like cum, sweat and piss, and his cock smelled strong, manly. It ran along the side of my snout as I turned my head and grimaced. Was I really ready to do this?

"Come on, little piggy," Bobby teased, as he grabbed his cock and held it up against my snout. Bobby held my head so I couldn't turn it away. I grunted and whined but the cock just kept pressing against my snout, smearing cum on my lips. It too smelled like cum and piss, or maybe that was just me, anyhow I could smell that he hadn't changed his sweats in a while. Larry grew impatient and, holding one arm around my throat in a headlock, shoved his hoof into my ribs causing me to cry out. That was all all the llama needed to quickly shove his cock into my mouth. As my mouth closed around his member, a swirl of flavors confirmed my initial impression. It tasted salty like piss and sweat and he was leaking precum like a fountain. I couldn't pull my head back because Larry had a firm hold of me from behind, with one arm wrapped around my neck and the other across my chest. But Larry didn't have to hold me for long because as my shame came to a crescendo, something snapped inside of me and I lost control. Suddenly all my feelings of anger and shame disappeared, and only one thought came into my head to replace them. More. I went down on that cock like it was my last supper, snorting and sucking as the llama moaned.

"Wow, the little porker doesn't kid around. That's it piggy, suck that dick,' Bobby bleated, laughing as I picked up the pace.

"Lookit him go!!!"

"He's better than a hoover!"

My other brothers cheered us on, and even Larry let go and took a step back to admire his little brother's skill. One fine piece of ass, as Charlotte would say. All too soon, Bobby was spraying his salty load into my mouth and he left me panting as he pulled his still dripping cock out and wiped it on my cheek. I just sat on my haunches my hands behind my back and swallowed looking up expectantly at him. Then he gave me a big kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

"Thanks, babe," He said, after breaking off the kiss.

I just sat there in a half daze, rock hard and hoping for release, which I knew was too much to hope for from these guys. Then while I was still on my hands and knees, Barry came up behind me and unceremoniously shoved his poker straight into my hole. His sweaty thighs and belly stuck to back and thighs, slapping and peeling off with a ripping sound again and again. He hugged me from behind and started kissing on me, licking my neck and nibbling my ear and drooling on me.

"Woo he's really getting into it. Fuck that bitch, bro, put your cum in his hole!" Larry cheered as I was ravaged, and Bobby and Harry fistbumped.

Then Harry got up and clopped over and pulled me out from under my brother.

"That's enough foreplay boys. We're going to wake up the whole house!" That got a couple of snickers from the others. "We gotta get little Ollie here all prettied up for the big welcome party. Let's go!" And with that he scooped me up and carried me toward the stairs, where I could only imagine what was waiting for me next.

My brothers all shared a bedroom, which they affectionately called the pigpen. There was a California king sized bed low to the ground, whose top was just in line with their cocks - perfect fucking height. This is where I would be sleeping, they informed me, though I doubted I would be getting much rest. Piles of dirty clothes littered the floor, along with empty beer cans and half eaten pizza crusts. A real pig sty. But for me, they had one something very special. A large wooden trunk tucked away in the closet which they dragged out into the middle of the floor, tossing my heavy luggage into the closet like it was nothing.

"Whatever you brought with you, you don't need it!" Harry proclaimed, patting the mysterious box. "Everything you'll need is in this chest."

When he opened it up, I could see that it was full of skimpy lingerie, dildos, butt plugs, and more. My mouth hung open in astonishment.

"Surprised? We got this all just for you little bro, because we care. Merry Christmas!" Said Larry.

"Well, don't just stand there, try something on!" Bobby cried.

"She's just a little shy," responded Larry. "Here, I'll pick something out for her."

Larry dug around for a minute and came out with a black and red and black bustier with a garter belt at the bottom, and a pair of lacy black stockings to go with it. He set to work squeezing it on me, pulling it down over my head, and pulling on my man boobs to fit them into the cups.

"Ooh ooh, let's put this on him too!" said Barry, coming forward with a bright pink silicone chastity cage that looked to be about an inch long. The boys seemed to think this was a good idea, and Barry was sent to grab ice to help get my pecker down so it would fit inside its plastic prison. I squealed at the cold feel of the ice and cried as they locked away my manhood for good. Now I knew for certain that I wasn't going to be allowed any pleasure during this whole experience, and my manhood withered at the thought. And then they broke out the make up.

Bobby whistled. "Whoo ee! She sure does look a beaut!"

"I'll say," said Larry, looking at me with lust filled eyes, "I hardly recognize her!"

"The boys are going to tear you up," said, Harry, with an evil grin. "Everyone in the house - they're all going to have a turn riding your ass and that sweet snout of yours. Oh, and there's a keg coming, so I hope you like plenty of piss, too!"

"This is going to be the best party ever!" shouted Barry, pumping his fists - and his erection - up to the ceiling.

"You hear that, pork chop? You're going to be the life of the party. And you're not just going to serve me and our brothers this summer, you're going to serve anyone in the house - whenever and wherever they want you. I hope you're ready for a long hot summer, brother because we're going to get as much use out of you as we can."

I hung my head in defeat and cried as they shoved an extra large plug in my ass and marched me outside, where I could already hear the sounds of the other residents stirring. I finally understood my predicament. I was the house slave, and there was nothing I could do about it. But secretly, deep down, I was happy. Because some part of me knew this was what I had always wanted.