Chapter 2
In the Sirius household, a plan was set in motion to transform young Sirius into their personal plaything, a slut to be used and bred at their whim. The patriarch of the family, Arcturus, a vigorous seventy-year-old man, was to be the first to claim this fresh flesh. His wife, Melanie, a fiery redhead, watched with anticipation as the events unfolded. Sirius's own mother, Walburga, reveled in the degradation of her son, finding pleasure in his humiliation.
The stage was set. A sumptuous feast had been prepared, and the family gathered around the table, laughing and making merry. Sirius, unable to partake in the festivities, sat quietly, his nerves on edge. He knew what was to come, and he was both terrified and aroused by the prospect.
As the evening wore on, the conversation turned to more lascivious topics. Arcturus, ever the bold one, spoke openly of his desires for Sirius. "I've had my eye on you, boy," he said, his voice low and husky. "You've got the body of a god, and I intend to worship it properly."
Melanie, unable to contain her excitement, reached out and touched Sirius's thigh under the table. Her fingers traced a path up his leg, and he shivered at her touch. He looked at her, his eyes wide with fear and longing, and she smiled wickedly. "Don't worry, dear," she whispered in his ear. "You'll enjoy every moment of it."
The meal came to an end, and the family retired to the living room. Sirius was instructed to undress, and he did so slowly, his hands trembling. His mother watched him, her eyes alight with pleasure. "Such a beautiful boy," she murmured. "Such a perfect slut."
Arcturus approached Sirius, his cock already hard and throbbing. He ran his hand over Sirius's chest, pinching his nipples and making him gasp. "You're mine now," he growled, and he pulled Sirius close, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss.
Melanie, not one to be left out, joined them, her hands roaming over Sirius's body as Arcturus explored his mouth. Sirius was soon lost in a sea of sensation, his cock hard and aching. He moaned as Arcturus's fingers found his hole, teasing and probing.
Walburga, too, joined in, her own fingers slipping between Sirius's lips. "Suck," she commanded, and Sirius obeyed, his mind a whirl of pleasure and shame.
Arcturus, satisfied with his preparations, positioned Sirius on the floor, his ass in the air. He knelt behind him, his cock poised at Sirius's entrance. "Relax," he whispered, and he pushed inside, filling Sirius to the hilt.
Sirius cried out, his body tensing as Arcturus began to thrust. It hurt, but there was also pleasure, a deep, primal satisfaction that he couldn't deny. He pushed back against Arcturus, meeting him stroke for stroke.
Melanie and Walburga watched, their own hands busy as they pleasured themselves. They urged Arcturus on, their voices a chorus of desire. "Fuck him harder," Melanie demanded. "Make him yours."
Walburga, too, added her voice to the mix. "Yes, use him," she cried. "Make him your slut."
Arcturus, spurred on by their words, increased his pace. He grabbed Sirius's hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pounded away. Sirius, unable to hold back any longer, came with a hoarse cry.
Arcturus, too, reached his climax, filling Sirius with his seed. He collapsed on top of Sirius, his breathing ragged. "Mine," he murmured, and Sirius could only nod, his mind a haze of pleasure and pain.
The night wore on, the family taking turns with Sirius, using him, degrading him, and humiliating him. And through it all, Sirius found himself lost in a world of sensation, his body a plaything for their pleasure.
As the sun rose, the family retired, leaving Sirius alone on the floor, his body spent and used. He curled up, his mind a whirl of emotions. He was their slut, their breeding cow, and he couldn't deny the pleasure it brought him.
He knew that this was just the beginning, that the Sirius family would continue to use him, to degrade him, and to humiliate him. And he knew that he would continue to submit, to give himself over to their desires, and to find pleasure in his own degradation.