Chapter 1

The last day, I told myself. Today was it. Today, I learned that I had enough credits to graduate and be mailed my diploma. That was good enough for me. They could eat my dust, starting with Mom, Uncle Alois, my sisters, cousins, all of them. I would be the forgotten brother, son, cousin, nephew, whatever, soon enough. I would make my getaway and they could all go merrily fuck themselves. Or maybe they could all catch coronavirus. I didn’t care. I had waited long enough, for the longest and most painful period of my life to end on my terms.

As they were busy fussing over my youngest sister Alicia and her eighteenth birthday, I quietly packed my final bags, what few I had, and slipped out of the house. I got on my Kawasaki Vulcan that I had inherited from Dad, put on my helmet, kicked it off, and rode away from the house at 10:32 pm that night. I was a puff of smoke just like that, gone and for good. I had waited just long enough to wish Alicia a happy birthday and sing her the birthday song, but that was it. Oh, I left her a present and card, of course, in which I made my feelings plain.

“Happy Birthday, sis. From the brother you hated and showed no love or care. I’ll see you in Hell. Hail Satan! Ave Satanas!”

I enclosed my present to her as well, a baphomet symbol with the pentagram, something truly Satanic indeed. Okay, two gifts. That and a copy of the Satanic Bible, with one key passage highlighted on it.

“Love one another” it has been said is the supreme law, but what power made it so? Upon what rational authority does the gospel of love rest? Why should I not hate mine enemies - if I “love” them does that not place me at their mercy?

Naturally, I dismantled my cell phone and quickly sold whatever parts of it I could sell. It had been tightly controlled and restricted, so as to limit my interactions with anyone, so it wasn’t much use to me and I wouldn’t really miss what I cannibalized for cold, hard cash. It was one of the things that I did in a hurry, along with reaching out to an attorney to try to get control of the rest of my inheritance away from Mom as quickly as possible. I was eighteen myself now, so why wouldn’t I seek full independence from such a despicable mother, anyway?

Why was I in such a big rush to leave Mom and the family? Well, let me see. From the very hour that I turned fourteen, Mom began scheming to bring me entirely under the sway of Alois, my uncle who controlled the entire damn family. I already had to live under his roof and his rules, but now Mom wanted me to suck his dick and bend over so that his prick could ravage my teen butt for reasons that escaped me. She also wanted to put me in dresses, skirts, etc. In other words, she sought to sissify me for my uncle’s pleasure and her own.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew why Mom had me circumcised at the age of sixteen, when most guys got their first set of car keys. I wasn’t allowed a car, though they let me use Dad’s Vulcan on a very limited basis. God, that circumcision was painful for days! I hated how sore I was down there, feeling like I had been skinned in that area for the better part of a week. Worse still, I felt no little loss of sensation when I jacked off (in spite of Mom’s edict that I wasn’t to touch myself that way at all).

Mom was furious the last few times she caught me jacking off, telling, “That’s a disgusting male habit that sissies shouldn’t do! Make up your mind to it, sissy. You’re not my son anymore. You’re not a guy or a boy. You’re a sissy because I said so! And because your Uncle Alois wants a sissy nice and ready for him, with nice big, blue balls to show her complete purity and chastity in his service. Sissy doesn’t get relief except as directed by Uncle Alois, who is our Master now. You’re lucky I don’t chop it all off! But instead, I’ve taken the liberty of ordering something special for you, sissy.”

Then she showed me on her phone where she had ordered a specific type of cock cage, just for me. It was waterproof, so that I wouldn’t even need to take off in the shower, and I could still pee through it. I knew the meaning of this. Mom fully intended for me to spend the rest of my life at home, serving Uncle Alois and the various ladies of the house, at the very bottom of the pecking order.

I could expect no relief other than perhaps monthly milkings and ruined orgasms. This was the future that she had arranged for me, as basically my uncle’s chaste sissy bottom bitch. This was my “arranged marriage” that Mom planned to impose upon me, with me having no say in my future, and with all of my sex life consisting only of giving head and being sodomized. I would also continue to be cock-teased by the ladies, but with no hope of any kind of release or real satisfaction from them whatsoever.

Some mother, right? Why was she like that, anyway? I didn’t know if she was fucking Uncle Alois or not, but I did know that she seemed to regard him as some kind of almost god-like, messianic figure to whom she gave cult-like devotion. She also seemed to view me as some kind of vermin or insect for reasons that were never quite certain to me. My sisters and cousins, however, they were treated like royalty, with every consideration given to them.

Frankly, it was a lot like how I read and saw of Harry Potter being by the Dursleys versus how Dudley was treated by them. I was the Harry Potter in the household, while the girls were all the Dudleys, and they certainly appeared stupid enough for the role. This, however, along with no birthday for me at all while they all fawned over Alicia at hers just weeks later, that was the final straw for me.

I was even told that part of Alicia’s “gift” from me would be that I had to suck her toes, rub her feet, drink her piss, and eat her out. The other part was even worse. She would get to peg me and there wasn’t a single mention of lube. Since Mom and my other sisters and cousins pegged me a lot, with precious little lube on their part, along with the other stuff, I could only guess that I was in for some truly painful buggery that might have me shitting razor blades for a few weeks.

No thanks! I wasn’t going to put up with that! I secretly burned my sissy clothes the night before, setting off a little bonfire in the nearby ravine, made myself as scarce as I could that very day, and now took the dirt road on my way out of town. Somewhere along the way, I sacrificed my cell phone at one of those shops, sold the parts for money, and kept on my path into the bleak darkness of an unknown future.

Two weeks later...

“So, there you are, Mr. Forza. The deposits that you have sought have been made, well within the letter, and dare I say, the spirit, of the law. As a legal adult past the age of majority, you are duly entitled to full control of all of your father’s legacy to you, of all such assets. It may or may not surprise you that the assets that your father left to you were mostly liquid in nature. I think that he must have had inkling that you would need cold, hard cash more than anything else in the near future.