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update dec 5 - 2009

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M+/m, D/s, exhib, beast, incest, fist, interr, highschool, balckml, nc, rough

Paul's Slavery
by dale10

maipenraikhap (at) msn (dot) com

It really sucked being a poor kid in at a rich school. I know lots of people were impressed that Paul got a scholarship and did so well his first two years at Brixton Academy, but some of the rich boys at the school were not so pleased. They felt it was demeaning to the school to have someone of Paul's cass getting a higher academic average than they had. It especially irked Matt, the handsome senior Jock Hero of the school. What irked him even more was that Paul was stating to attract the attention of some of the Freshman girls that Matt had designated in his own mind for his big fat dick. Matt loved to fuck Freshman girls. Truth be told, Matt loved to fuck girls younger than Freshman in high school, but he didn't do it often because he didn't want to end of in jail. His dad could have fixed it if he got in trouble, but still, he didn't want any scandal for his family. Shit, his Dad was fifty six and fucking a seventeen year old high school junior. He and his Dad even fucked the dumb slut together sometimes. But Matt had always had all the younger girls at the high school drooling over his big jock dick, and now suddenly several of the chicks had made comments that Paul Sawyer was really cute, and that they would like to date him. Paul didn't date the girls from the school much because he could not afford to take them out. He came from a really poor family, and the economic crunch hadn't helped any. Matt decided to use that to teach Paul a lesson he would never forget.

Matt's Dad was the wealthiest industrialist in the town. He owned several companies and factories and had money coming out of his ass. In fact, most of the poor families in the town had at least some members working for Matt's Dad. The stores owned by Matt's father also extended credit to the famlies, so they were always in his debt.

Paul was standing at his locker going over his books for the upcoming classes when Matt sauntered up to him. Matt never just walked. He wore very tight jeans which were once again in style and his thick jock thighs looked powerful in them. He also had a very round muscular ass, and the jeans did nothing to hide that. But most of off the jeans showed off his enormous dick bulge. Everyone knew that the only kid in the entire school who had a bigger dick than Matt Henshaw was the nigger foreign exchange student from some Africa or someplace. No one payed much attention to the nigger, except that they didn't really like blacks at their school. But then, a nigger from Africa isn't like an American nigger now is it? Anyway, no one could believe the size of the nigger's cock in the locker room. That made Matt really angry. Up until then, he would swagger around the locker room bare assed so all the guys could see how big and thick his fuckmeat was. His dick was bigger than his own father's. His dick really ripped open a cunt when he fucked it, especially if the girl was only thirteen or fourteen. That was Heaven for Matt, to shove his huge, leaking fat fucker into a tiny hairless pussy slit and stretch it almost to the point of tearing.

So Matt was not very happy about the dick competition from the nigger exchange student. The guys had always commented on what a huge, awesome cock Matt had. Many of the students said this partly because they had to butter up Matt because their dads worked for Matt's Dad. But Still, it was true. He would walk his muscular young athletes body around the locker room and his fat fuckmeat would swing over balls the size of peaches. He would stand there scratching his nuts in front of underclassmen, and the younger boys would just stare at that immense fucker in awe. Many fourteen year old boys at the school prayed at night that they would develop a dick like Matt Henshaw. I mean, shit, how could a guy even date a girl from the school when they all knew about Matt's dick. How could their normal teen dicks measure up? They couldn't.

Matt sauntered up to Paul, his ass globes rising and falling as he moved, his muscular pecs outlined clearly in the tight white tee shirt, so thin that the brown of his large nipples showed through.

"Morning Paul!"

Paul looked around, totally surprised that Matt Henshaw would talk to him. Paul was no slouch in the looks department, and perhaps that made Matt even more angry. But Paul looked more naturally, casually handsome, whereas Matt was a well groomed rich boy jock in both looks and manner. Paul's eyes did slide down for a moment to the huge lump in Matt's pants. There was nothing gay in the look. Paul was one hundred percent straight. He looked down just as most kids did, just because the fucklump was so prominent. Jeez, girls at the school would brag about how they were hoarse because they had had Matt's horsedick down their throats the night before. Even girls who had steady boyfriends would still suck Matt's dick when he wanted. And the guys couldn't say or do much about it.

"Listen Dude, I need your help." Matt said, his big even toothed smile flashing at Paul.

"Ugh, sure. What's up?" Paul was more and more amazed. Why would Matt ever need his help.

"Oh, how is your big bro doing? He got married last weekend didn't he?"

"Yeah. It was a real nice wedding. Your dad let us use one of the party rooms at the plant." Paul's brother and father both worked for Matt's Dad.

"Yeah, that was real nice of him. My dad is super that way. So I bet your bro is fucking up a storm now, Huh? I bet he's got his dick in his new little bride all day and night." He added a little chuckle to his broad smile.

"You know how it is." Paul laughed too.

"No, actually I don't. I have never been married. But anyway, I am having this big party this weekend. Almost everyone will be there."

Paul swallowed. He had not been invited to the party. Well then, he never was. His large sensitive eyes squinted at Matt just a bit. What was the jock up to?"

"Listen, no insult intended, but I know that your family is strapped for dough. Your dad spoke to my Dad about a raise just the other day. I know you are having a hard time of it, and with the economy in such shitty shape and jobs so hard to find, well, I thought you might want to come over on Saturday and help me get set up for the party and do some stuff for me. I can pay you pretty well."

Paul may have been poor, but he was not going to put himself under Matt's thumb. That would just be too humiliating. He would not stoop that low. He would try to get a job in one of Matt's Dad's factories over the summer. But he would not personally serve Matt.

"Naw, thanks. I'm pretty busy this weekend." He smiled at the Senior Jock.

"What you going to do, sit around all weekend and watch your brother fuck is new bride?"

"I don't think that is a very nice thing to say!" Paul turned away.

"Just joking man! come on, dude, lighten up. I am trying to be nice here. You can hang around for the party after. My folks are out of town for the weekend and I need lots of help setting stuff up. Be a guy and say yes!" He slapped Paul gently on the back, and then his hand lingered on Paul's naked neck.

"Thanks for the offer, but no thanks." Paul closed his locker and was ready to move away.

Matt stiffened. "I don't think you understand. This is not a request. You will show up at my house at nine o'clock on Saturday morning to help me."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Both your brother and dad work for my dad. What would happen do you suppose if they both lost their jobs. Times are so hard right now, and your bro just married to some young slut. Also your dad is in deep debt to my father. You would lose your home, everything. That would be a terrible shame."

"You are kidding me, right?" Paul could not believe what he was hearing. "This is a joke!"

"I just want to be your pal. If you come over and help me Saturday, it will give us a chance to bond as buddies. You are such an outsider. Let's make this work."

"You want to be my friend? You just told me if I didn't help you with your stupid party, you would have my dad and brother fired. And you want to be my friend?"

Matt smiled. "I'm spoiled. I'm not used to rejection. Now I expect you to be on time on Saturday. Nine o'clock sharp. Okay?"

Matt didn't even wait for an answer. He just cruised off to chat with some young chick with big tits. Paul stood there stunned.



Nine O'clock Saturday morning, Paul rang the door bell on Matt's father's mansion. It was a hell of a house. It took a few minutes, and then Matt answered the door. He was wearing very small tight white gym shorts, and his cock and balls were obscenely on display. The entire shape of his genitals was right there up front. The shorts were so tight on his ass that they went up the ass crack. He wore a wife beater and his muscular arms flexed and glistened. Sprouts of hair hung out from under his armpits. He brushed one hand through his hair and cracked that big friendly smile.

"Hi. Right on time. I like that. I may have to speak to my dad about a raise for your father. That would be cool, huh? Come on in."

Paul didn't know what to say.

"I hope you cleared the whole day. I got lots for you to do. And then you can stay for the party of course. Maybe you can help, serve drinks and stuff."

"Look, Matt, I'll help you for a while, but I am not a waiter or anything."

Matt patted Paul on the ass. He reached out and slapped the butt of the teenager who was one year younger. "You are if I say you are." He quipped.

In the huge kitchen there were five bags of garbage piled.

"Empty out this garbage, just throw it in the dumpsters. Oh, you better sort through it to make sure the recycles are separate. You don't mind, do you? Then after you finish that, meet me out front on the circle drive"

Matt actually expected Paul to sort through his garbage. Paul shook his head. His hair fell across his forehead. he scratched his head and got to work. He had thought about this long and hard and knew he had little choice. He could not put his family's security at risk. He was trapped for the present.

Out front on the circle drive, for all the neighborhood to see were three gleaming new cars including a BMW. Matt was standing there shaking his head in disgust when Paul joined him.

"Got the garbage out okay? Good, we usually have a spic to take care of that kind of stuff, but he's off too today. I wouldn't be caught dead taking out garbage. Just the thought of it makes me want to puke. Anyway, look at those cars. Nice new cars like that, and they look like shit. All covered with grime and dirt."

"They look pretty clean to me." Paul said.

"Naw, they need to be washed. That can be your next task to help. Wash them real good so all the kids can see how beautiful they are when they arrive tonight. There is a bucket and sponge and hose and shit over there. Do a real good job now. I got to call up some of the girls coming tonight and lien up some fucks for my buddies. If you need me, I'll be on the phone." Matt turned and walked a few steps. Paul stared at him with fire in his handsome eyes.

Matt turned back. "Oh, I am an ass. You can't wash those cars in your nice clothes. You'll get them all wet and messed up for the party. Better strip down to your underpants."

Paul blinked. "What? What did you say? You want me to wash the cars in my underwear?"

"I don't want you to mess up your good clothes. You probably don't have all that many to begin with. I noticed at school, your wardrobe is rather limited. So shuck out of those duds and get to work, boy. There is lots to do today."

"I will not take off my clothes out here for the entire neighborhood to see. I won't do it."

"Think about it Paul. Do you really mean that? What will your poor bro do with a new wife and no job. And your mom and little sis losing their house. Think of the shame your father will feel. Do you really want to push the envelope? Now come on be a sport and strip down to your underpants for me. Oh my God, you are wearing underpants, aren't you? Or are you too poor to have underpants? Maybe you and your brother take turns wearing them, huh? Remember I can engineer a nice raise for your dad and bro. You can all have underpants of your own!" Suddenly his face grew serious. "Now, strip before I lose my patience."

Paul blinked. He felt like he wanted to cry, but he knew he didn't dare. He would never fall apart in front of Matt. He kicked off his trainers and peeled off his white socks. He reached up and peeled off his tee shirt. He stood there bare chested, his nipples hardening in the morning air. His breathing grew heavy. This was harder to do than one might expect. And so fucking stupid. To have to strip in front of a schoolmate. An arrogant schoolmate.

Matt smiled. "You're doing fine. Now the pants!"

"Matt, this is so stupid."

"Then don't make a big deal out of it. Just strip off the pants and get about your work. I got to make those phone calls. The teen twats are waiting to hear from me. " Matt stood there with his hands on his hips. His muscles flexed.

Paul shrugged, pretending not to care, but the trickle of sweat dripping from his armpits was from fear not from heat. He undid his belt and opened his jeans. He peeled them down and stepped out of them.

"Oh my, you wear tight whities, huh? Most straight dudes wear boxers, Paul. We think jockey's are kind of faggoty. Sill it's your choice. You look damned good in them. Your ass and basket show real clear. Toss your clothes to me, and I will take them inside so they don't get all wrinkled." Matt took Paul's clothes, leaving the high school junior standing there in just his white underpants. Paul felt totally vulnerable and helpless. His eyes scanned the houses near boy. Anyone looking out a window could see him standing there in nothing but small white briefs. He looked down. His own hefty dick could easily be seen through the thin cotton material resting over his fat teen nuts. He wished he had worn boxers. He often did. He could have. Why these shorts, today?

Paul glanced at the window in the mansion. Inside, Matt stood talking on his cellphone and rubbing his dick and balls through his white gym shorts. He glanced out the window and waved. Paul turned and picked up the bucket. He filled it with water and got to work on the first car. Soon he had soap suds running off his smooth muscular body. It was true that his clothing would have gotten soaked. There were holes in the hose and water spurted everywhere. His cotton briefs got wet ,and to Paul's dismay, his dick and balls showed even more clearly through the now almost transparent material. The pink color of his cock showed through and a darker area where his pubic hair was. Paul was frustrated and humiliated. He swore he would somehow get back at Matt, but when and how was not yet clear in his mind.

Paul finished with the first car and moved on to the second which was closer to the street. Now anyone passing would see him, and as it was approaching ten A.M. on a Saturday morning, more and more people were leaving their homes. An older woman stood and stared at him for a moment and then walked on, shaking her head in disgust. Then the door to the Henshaw's opened and Matt came out. He was now wearing tight jeans, hugging his muscular legs and ass. He still had on the wife beater. He was also still on the phone.

"Yeah, Marcy if you are a real good bitch tonight, I might let you lick my balls! I now how much you love that. I'll make sure they are nice and sweaty for you, you sweet little cock whore you." Matt laughed. He disconnected and then stood watching Paul.

"Yo, Paul, my man, how' sit going. You know, I got to apologize to you. How stupid it was of me to make you wash those cars in your underpants. That was really insensitive of me. I am sorry, buddy."

Paul stood there with his naked chest covered in soap suds. Water dripped from his almost transparent underpants. He curled his naked toes on the cement driveway. He had to control his temper. He wanted to deck the older boy.

"I can see what a mistake it was for me to make you wash the cars in your skimpy little undies. Shit, they are soaked and I can clearly see your dick and balls right through the material. the whole fucking neighborhood can see it, and I got delivery guys coming any minute to bring food for the party. What the fuck would they think, seeing you with your dick almost naked in those underpants?"

Paul unconsciously brought his hands together in front of his dick and balls. He was basically a pretty shy boy. Just a few nights ago, he had come out of the bathroom at their small home after taking a shower. He thought he was home alone in the house. He had forgotten about his new sister-in-law. She was home alone with him at the time. He walked out of the bathroom naked and stood frozen in the hallway. There she was. She was staring right at his naked body. He saw her eighteen year old eyes go down to his dick. His new sister-in-law was staring at his naked dick and balls! She quickly looked away blushing.

"Sorry, Rosa, " he had muttered and run down the hall, his ass cheeks rolling toward his room.

"Anyway, dude, I apologize. And I brought you something else to wear, so you don't wreck your only pair of underpants. Here, you can go into the garage and put these on!"

In his hand was a thong. a kind of silk or satin, brightly colored posing thong, like gay models wear. It was tiny with just a string in the rear that would go up the ass crack. Not only was it totally obscene in and of itself, but it looked much too small for any normally endowed male.

"Are you crazy? Are you nuts, Matt. You want me to wear that? Outside here? I'll get arrested."

"Don't be stupid. You are on private property and all the essentials will be covered. Well, almost!" Matt laughed again. "Take it and go put it on, or I swear to God, I will make you strip and wash the last two cars bare assed naked. I am not fucking kidding!" Matt's voice shifted instantly from a cheerful buddy-buddy warmth to a hard cold ruthlessness.

Paul's hand shook as he took the posing pouch. He willed his hand to be steady, but it would not obey him. He was scared, and Matt could see it.

"Come on, Paul. You can do this. I have confidence in you. Show me you got what it takes, and I promise to make things really good for your family. Use the garage. And hurry, we got a shitload of work ahead of us."

Paul carried the tiny thong into the garage. He stood there frozen, water dripping from his handsome body, looking at the posing pouch. He peeled off his wet underpants. His dick flopped down over his balls and water dripped from his teenage scrotum. What could he do? He lifted one of his large teenage feet and stepped into the posing strap. It was so tiny, he could hardly pull it up over his thighs and hips. The pouch in the front was so small that his fat dick and big boy balls pushed the material out obscenely like a tent. When he moved wrong one nut or the other popped out from the side of the pouch. The pouch rode so low that all his pubic hair and even a bit of his dick root was totally visable. In back the string going up his crack emphasized his round full teenage ass globes. Now he really wanted to cry. His legs felt weak. He heard Matt calling him from outside to hurry. On naked feet, wearing this gross faggoty posing pouch, Paul returned to the driveway.

Matt roared with laughter.

"That's is much better. You look darling, Paul. Jesus, I can see everything. Now hurry and finish the cars, but don't rush so that you don't do a good job. If they are not perfect, I will only make you do them all over again. I have to go inside and pick out a wardrobe for tonight. I'll see you in about twenty minutes. And when the teenage boys come with the food from the store, just show them the way to the kitchen will you? You might know some of them from around town."

Paul tried to hide behind the cars as much as he could. but two boys of about twelve riding by on bikes whistled and called him a fucking faggot. An elderly couple passed and shouted that he was shameful. Two teenage girls giggled and pointed. Paul was totally mortified. But just as he was finishing the last car, the horror escalated. A van pulled up, and three teenage boys got out. Paul knew two of them from the local pool hall. They were tough public school kids who resented anyone who went to the private school. They started to haul the boxes of food out of the van when Paul approached them.

"Holy Fucking Christ! Get a load of this!" shouted one cute eighteen year old to his pals.



"Holy Fucking Shit, it's Paul Marshall. Yo, Paul, what the fuck you dressed like a fucking faggot in that fairy suit for?" The teenage delivery boys stood there staring at the high school student dressed in the thin satin posing pouch and nothing else. Paul wanted to die he was so mortified. He knew these guys. They were middle and lower income kids, just like he was, only he had gotten a scholarship to elite Brixton Academy. And they somewhat resented it.

"Hi guys, I am just washing Matt's cars for him. Helping him out..." it sounded so fucking lame. Paul didn't know if it was soapsuds and hose water running down his well built body, or the sweat of fear and humiliation.

"Dude, you are washing Matt Henshaw's cars for him like some fucking servant, dressed in a silky little prick pouch like some God-damned fairy. I think this needs an explanation." The three tough teens could not but help looking at Paul's posing straps. It left nothing to the imagination. Brightly colored, incredibly thin material, it showed the complete outline of the boys hefty teenage dick. The cockhead was clearly outlined. It was so tiny that even an eighth of an inch of prick root was visable at the top. Paul'pubic hair looked wild above it like it was bursting out of the pouch. And speaking of bursting out, when the self-conscious boy moved in even the slightest wrong way, which really meant moved at all, some of his scrotum flesh was clearly visable on the sides of the too slender satin material. He was outside, on the driveway of a wealthy neighborhood, washing the cars of some fucking rich kid. And now his old buddies were laughing at him.

"Boys, bring those groceries inside please, and don't bother the help. He has work to do!" Matt's voice cut through the crisp morning air.

The help! THE HELP! THE FUCKING HELP! That was what matt called Paul. And there was nothing the confused teen could do about it.

"Finish up out here Paul, and then come into the kitchen. I want you to sort out the food for tonight." Matt, looking hunky as hell in his skin tight jeans and wife beater led the way into the house and the three delivery boys followed, glancing back at the almost naked boy washing the cars. Paul curled his big toes on the wet cement of the driveway. He wanted to cry. The story of how he looked and what he was doing would be all over town by tonight. What would all the girls think? Would it lose him dates?

Paul had had enough of being outside. The fucking cars were spotless anyway. So he rinsed off the second one and quickly hosed the third. He cleaned the windshields and then headed inside. The three delivery boys were lounging around the kitchen having a beer. That seemed really odd. None of the boxes had been unpacked. Matt was telling them about some girl he had fucked.

"Imagine, dudes, opening up that tight hairless little thirteen year old pussy. She was screaming the house down as I fucked my big dick into her virgin cunt. I slammed balls deep on he first lunge. I wanted to really nail the bitch. Imagine the gaul of the cunt to ask if I would wear a condom! Fucking Cockhole. She wanted my dick from the first time she saw me on the sports field. The fucking bitch was only twelve then, but she was already drooling for my dick. Well, right after her thirteenth birthday, I nailed her. I fucked her so hard she screamed that I was breaking her bones and ripping out her womb. So I flipped over over and fucked her in the ass too."

"Way to go. That's what Bitches need, " yelled dark haired, handsome Tony Caruso. "That's what fucking cunts are made for. I wish they would get that into their dumb fucking skulls. That would sure save us alot of money. If they realized that all we want them for is a fucking dick dump." He laughed and sucked on the neck of his beer bottle. His full young lips encircled the cold long neck of the beer bottle.

"You know, you guys are pretty cool. I apologize that I never realized that. You wanna come to my party tonight?"

"Naw, it's out of our league. We'd just feel out of place with all those Hockey boys and rich cuntholes. But thanks."

Matt smiled. "Have another beer. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Tim, a red haired kid who was long and lean spoke up. "Well, there is. You can talk to your dad about getting us summer jobs in one of his plants. That would change our whole lives. Delivering groceries sucks!"

Matt smiled and high fived the kid. "Done. In fact, there may be some openings soon. Paul's father and brother may be leaving one of the plants."

Paul froze in the doorway. He knew his family would be ruined if his father and brother lost their jobs. He knew that he too needed summer work at one of the Henshaw plants.

"Oh Paul. You finished the cars. Good boy. Now will you please unpack and sort the groceries for tonight's party. The liquor will be arriving in a few hours and I want to get the food out of the way first."

Face red with humiliation, Paul had to climb over the long extended legs of the delivery boys who were slouched in the kitchen chairs. The teenagers chucked a his awkward maneuvers. When he raised his leg to climb over Tony, his entire ass crack opened and his asshole could be seen. Then his balls fell out of the pouch. He wanted to cry. It was just awful.

"Oh Paul, that pouch of yours doesn't fit you. I don't know why you insisted on wearing it. And it's soaking wet. Why don't you take it off."

Paul froze. That would mean he would be totally bare assed naked in front of the four teens. Gary, the largest of the boys let out with a burst of laughter. Pauls' face became even redder.

He just stood there, looking at the floor, praying that what he heard was a mistake.

Matt lowered his voice to a sexy mellow growl, like he used to seduce teenage girls. "Paul, you heard me. Lose the faggot pouch."

Paul raised trembling fingers to the posing strap and untied it. Like popcorn bursting from the microwave bag, his fat dick and balls exploded from the pouch. He stood there totally naked. His teen dick was long and thick, something to be proud of. And he had nice low hanging full young balls as well. Still, he was terrified and humiliated and shamefully embarrassed. As he moved nervously from naked foot to naked foot, his big boy dick swung from side to side.

"There, isn't that better, Paul? You can move more comfortably now. Go ahead, unpack the groceries and put them away. We want to finish our beers. Oh and Paul, you can't leave your faggot strap on the floor. Why not put it in your mouth!"

Paul's eyes rolled up in his head for a moment, as he almost passed out from hyperventilation. He gnawed his lower lips so hard it drew blood. The other boys in the room rocked with laughter. Matt just stood there smiling, the lump in his tight jeans looking larger than ever. At that moment, Paul truly believed that Matt Henshaw was a psycho.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Matt?" Paul said though the tears in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want that raise for your dad and bro, or would you prefer pink slips instead? Well, considering your posing strap, you might prefer a nice frilly pink slip!" The laughter grew in intensity. Red headed tim, put a hand down to his own large dick lump and squeezed himself through his pants. Teens often do that when they are excited. The atmosphere in the kitchen was heavy with testosterone. These dirty fucking teenage boys were having nasty thoughts. High school senior Matt Henshaw had a large toothy smile. he ran a hand through his hair and stretched. "Come on Paul, you still have my room to clean and the bathrooms."

Paul leaned over, his muscular young ass cheeks spreading as he did so, to pick up the tiny satin pouch. He stood in front of the four teenage boys and raised the strap to his mouth. He took the waist strings and put them in his mouth, letting the pouch hang on his chest. Then he turned to unpack the first box.

"No, no, Paul, Put the prick pouch in your mouth! After all, it is only your dicksweat on it."

"Is this guy a faggot or what?" Tony asked Matt. " I mean I always thought he was okay."

"You live and learn, my friends. I thought he was okay too, until one day I caught him scoping out my fuckmeat in the locker room. I don't mean just a casual glance to size me up, like a guy will do. No, I mean he was practically drooling like a fourteen year old cunt in heat. He couldn't take his eyes off my fat dick and balls."

"Jesus fucking Christ. I hung out with him."

"He was probably trying to get into your pants all the time." Matt said.

Thath noh thlu!!!!!" Paul shouted, the satin prick pouch hanging out of his teenage mouth. He looked so stupid, totally naked, his nicely formed pecs heaving with stress, his dick swinging as he moved about. "I am noh a fahhhggg!"

"Kindly shut the fuck up, Paul. We can't understand a thing you are saying with that cockstrap in your mouth. And try not to brush the top of the kitchen table with your dick as you unpack the boxes. Christ, my family eats off that table. Anyway guys, I was shocked, so I turned away and the faggots eyes got even bigger when he stared at my ass."

Tim squirmed and groped his crotch again. "He probably wanted to fuck your ass! God, I'd kill anybody who tried to fuck my ass!" All the guys agreed.

Matt shook his head. "No, I don't think he wanted to fuck my ass. Although the chicks say I do have an adorable butt. But a real faggot doesn't want to fuck ass, he wants to get fucked in the ass. He wants his ass turned into a cunt. He needs big dicked jocks to fuck him, just like he was some brainless twat. So what I am thinking is he wanted to suck my ass. You know, bury his face in my shithole and lick it out."

All four boys stared at the naked teen with disgust. Paul kept shaking his head no and muttering into the spit soaked prick pouch that it wasn't true.

"So you are kind of teaching the faggot a lesson, here, is that right?"

"That is exactly it, Tony. I am helping him out. I am helping him to see himself clearly. Keep unpacking the boxes, Paul."

"But why is he going along with it. I mean, I wouldn't let anybody do this shit to me," Gary asked scratching one large nipple on his muscular chest through his tee shirt.

Matt took a swig of beer. "Two reasons. First because if he doesn't, I will make sure his fucking family is ruined. They are in big debt to my dad, and work for him too. Second, and more important, because secretly, inside, faggots love this kind of treatment. They fucking get off on it. Didn't you know that. Christ, when you bash a faggot, he cums from the beating. Just like a bitch loves to get fucked really rough, even though she cries and pretends not to, so a faggot may protest your bullying him, but secretly, he gets off on it big time. Watch. Paul. You put those cans on the wrong shelf. You can clearly see the cans are on that shelf, but you put them with the package goods. Now I am going to have to punish you. I don't want to, but I have no choice. So come on over here and spread your legs. I am going to spank your balls with this wooden spoon."

Paul's ears were ringing. He thought about his recently married brother. He thought abut his kind, gentle dad and his wonderful mom. He walked naked over to the high school jock and stood there, posing pouch in his mouth, drool running from his chin. He looked so fucking stupid. His chest heaved.

"Paul, I said stand with your legs apart. If you are going to work for me, you need to learn how to follow orders. Feet shoulder width apart. I want to see your balls hanging there!"

All the boys in the room could see Paul's balls, they were quite large. They hung full and low in a rather long sack. Large tears ran down Paul's cheeks.

"Now, you see boys, from those tears, you might think the faggot here hates what I am about to do to him. But that is just not true. Secretly inside, he loves to get his balls beaten."

"How do you know that?"

Matt shook his cute head. "That's just how faggots are. Tonight, he'll jerk off while thinking about me beating his nuggets. Won't you, baby?"

Matt gently tapped the bottom of Paul's full young scrotum with the wooden spoon. "You know, the chick would love sucking on these nuts, quite a mouthful. Too bad you are a faggot and only into serving guys. What a waste!" On the word, WASTE, Matt slapped the spoon harshly against Paul's nuts. Paul collapsed onto the floor with pain and the room erupted in wild laughter.

"Shit, " Tony said, "this is better than playing towel snap in the locker room."

"It is," matt agreed, "because here the faggot has to hold real still and give you a really good target. Climb back up onto your feet, Paul and let Tony here try a whack with the spoon."

You know how excruciating the pain is when you get hit in the nuts. There is nothing quite like it. It combines nausea with coursing agony and sometimes a dizziness.

Paul tore the pouch out of his mouth. "Please don't do this. Please stop. Matt, for the love of God, think what you are doing. I am begging you man, please stop."

Matt's smile broadened. "In faggot talk that means please, can I have more. He is begging for it. Paul, put that fucking prick pouch back in your mouth, now!"

Paul was totally bare assed naked in a kitchen with four fully clothed teenage boys. He was getting his scrotum beaten with a wooden spoon. And his day was just starting!



Paul's morning was not going well. Here he was getting his scrotum beaten by rich Matt Henshaw and three middle class teens who had come to deliver groceries for the big teenage bash Matt was throwing. Paul was currently naked on the kitchen floor, crying like a baby and holding his balls.

"Jeez, what a fucking sissy he is. Can't even stand a little nut pain. Me and my buddies used to have contests where we punched each other in the nuts to see who could take the most pain. None of them ever cried like that," Said Tony, nudging the naked boy on the floor with the toe of his trainer. Of course Matt had made certain that each and every whack of the wooden spoon had landed directly on one of Paul's tender young teen nuts. And Tony had done the same. And after Tony, Tim and Gary wanted a chance. So poor Pul was really nut whacked!

"I think the time has come for Paul here to show me some proper respect. He just has not gotten the hang of this game at all. Paul, you need to think of this as a kind of game. We are just a bunch of normal guys having a little fun. Be a sport and play along. Otherwise you will be an outsider all your life. Now, you know I can make things really good for your family. A nice raise in pay for your father and brother. Lower mortgage payments on your house. All kinds of stuff. But you have to show me that you understand who I am and show me a bit of respect. Understand?" Matt nudged Paul with his foot as well. The naked boy on the floor looked up at the richest kid in town. "Now just climb up onto your knees."

Slowly and painfully Paul got onto his knees. His balls hurt terribly. They hung rather low naturally and so were a perfect target for the teen's games. He felt a bit sick to his stomach. He knelt before the high school senior, who stood before him clad in nothing except his skin tight jeans.

"Good. Now you need to show these fella's that you understand our relationship. You need to show me some respect. Open my pants, Paul."

"Oh God, no, Matt. Please! You don't want to go there. Please. I came to work for you. I did what you said. Now please leave me alone. Not this!" Paul was rather cute blubbering like an idiot. He knew inside what was coming.

"Open my pants Paul. Do it now." Matt smiled and rubbed his hard naked stomach. He was a real hunk all right. No wonder every girl in school was after his big dick.

With fresh tears in his eyes, this time not of pain but of humiliation, Paul reached up trembling fingers and unbuttoned the waistband of Matt's jeans. He had never ever undressed another guy before. He felt his fingers brush the boy's lower belly and felt the start of the kid's pubic hair against the backs of his fingers. He wanted to push Matt away and run from the house, but he also knew he was trapped. It's the price you pay for being poor and at the mercy of the upper classes. And some say there is no class system in America.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, he's going to do it!" Tony chortled and leaned in for a better look. Tim shook his head in pretend disgust, while Gary muttered, "Fucking faggot" under his breath.

Paul was not a fucking faggot. No way. Paul was a normal straight all American teen. But he was trapped by his social position and the power of the Henshaw family in his town.

"Now pull down my zipper, Paul. You see, it's not so bad. If you just do what I tell you, we can get along real good. We can be special friends. I can help you and your family alot. You just have to get with the program. Pull that zipper way down. Oh Paul, we've got a problem here. because my fucking dick is so huge, even with the pants open and the zipepr down, it is still trapped by the jeans. It's just too fucking huge. It's also very uncomfortable. Do your new buddy a favor, will you? Reach in and take out my dick for me. Go on, don't be a scared little sissy. It's not so different from your dick. Maybe a little bigger. Go on, take out my dick, Paul."

"Please, Matt, I am begging you, I don't want to do this." Mat could hardly talk, he was so scared. He could see the root of Matt's fat fuckmeat right in front of his face.

"Take out my dick, Paul!" Mat snapped, sounding a bit like an angry parent.

Breathing grew heavy in the kitchen as anticipation hung in the air like a helium balloon. Four boys waited patiently to see if Paul would do as he had been ordered. Paul's own chest heaved with stress, as he reached up and dug his fingers gently into the older boy's jeans. His fingers touched dick flesh. For the first time in his young life, the dick flesh of another boy. He curled his fingers around the fat fucker and lifted it from the material. It plopped out and hung there, half hard, curved, almost pulsing with it's own life.

"Thank you Paul, I feel much better now. That was a nice show of respect. My dick feels better out in the air. It is going to fuck alot of cunt at the party tonight, and so it needs to prepare. Paul could you be a buddy and lift my balls out too. They need some airing." The quiet chuckling in the room grew louder. Tim was actually rubbing his own crotch openly. You know how horny teenage boys get at the drop of a hat.

"This is so sick, Matt. Why are you doing this to me? "

"Don't snivel, Paul. I hate snivelers. Just be a good boy and take out my balls."

So young Paul Marshall touched another boy's balls for the first time in his life. He once again dug his fingers into the trousers hanging about Matt's slender hips and this time he lifted out the boy's heavy loose hanging scrotum. No doubt about it, Matt Henshaw was well hung. Some guys just have everything going for them in life. Paul knelt there before the older boy's fat prick and bloated balls. He could smell he sweat on them. Paul felt like he wanted to die. Surly this was enough respect. Surly the sick game would stop here.

"You are doing really well, Paul. You are proving to me that you know how to respect a dude like me. You are proving that you really want to be my friend. I am proud of you. Now lean in and give my dick a little kiss!"

Time stopped in the Henshaw kitchen. The other three teens froze. They could not believe what they had just heard. Sure they had all demanded blow jobs from some faggot they had bashed in an alley on a Saturday night. But to actually do this to a kid they all knew. To a kid they had believed to be straight and normal. Paul also could not believe what he just heard.

"That is sick, Matt. I am not a faggot. I will not do something like that. I will help you with your party and wash your car and even let you embarrass me with stupid games, but I will not kiss your dick."

"Sure you will, Paul. If you just stop to think what is at stake. Come on. It's not such a big thing. Well, my thing is a big thing, but kisssing it is not such a big thing. Girls kiss it all the time. It won't kill you. And it will show me you respect me. I bet you have had girls kiss your dick. So what's the big deal? It will be over in a few seconds. So, I will be happy and you will be happy, believe me. Now be a sport. Lean in and give my fat fucker a nice big kiss."

Imagine the power you feel as a high school senior to have your dick kissed by another boy. To have it kissed in front of other kids as well. To have a nice sweet popular boy at school on his knees kissing your schlong! It is awesome.

Sweat ran down Paul's cheek and dripped from his chin. It also ran from his naked armpits. His own naked dick shriveled up with fear. He looked at the amazing half-hard naked dick hanging there over the huge balls in front of him. He thought of his family.

"Nobody's going to know, Paul. Nobody but us guys here, and we swear to never say a word to anyone. Just give my dick a nice kiss."

Handsome Matt Henshaw stood there waiting to have his fucker kissed.

Paul's lips and tongue felt dry and swollen. He could hardly swallow. He leaned in slightly and the smell of the cock grew stronger.

"Come on, Paul. You can do it." Matt said gently, smiling down at the kneeling naked teen.

Paul puckered his lips and leaned in. He felt the prick flesh of the stalk of Matt's dick brush against his dick. The dick moved slightly under the pressure of Paul's lips.

"Holy shit..." tony said, rubbing the giant lump in his pants. He couldn't help it, it was just so fucking awesome.

Paul pulled back and looked up at Matt with a face like a puppy dog trying to please a master. Did I do good, it seemed to ask?

"Oh Paul, that was terrible. That doesn't count, and you know it. You have to kiss my dick right on the dickhead. I know there is alot of skin there. Here, let me help you and pull some of that dickskin back. There, now you have a nice smooth dickhead to kiss. Now try it again. And for Pete's sakes, make it a nice long kiss, not just some little peck. Show some respect."

Paul shook his cute young head, tears or sweat he didn't know which clouding his vision. "I can't. I just can't...."

"Of course you can. You already did it once, just not very good. Now come on. Be a man. Do it right this time."

Paul looked up into Matt's beautiful eyes once again. They seemed to encourage him, to urge him on.

He leaned in and put his teenage lips on the dickhead of the high school jock. He felt the soft smooth cockhead skin of the older boy. He held his mouth there for ten seconds in a mock kiss. The smell of cock was overwhelming. Paul felt dizzy. He felt something wet on his mouth and realized the dick was leaking pre-fuck. That was so gross, he almost puked. He pulled back, a long string of pre-fuck connecting his lower lip to the pisshole of the dick.

"That was great, Paul. That was much better. See, I knew you had it in you. I am proud of you. We are going to get along just fine, and all of this will be over in no time. Think how proud and happy you will be when you know that you saved your family and gave them security in these hard economic times. Good work Paul. How about a round of applause for Dick Kisser Paul!"

All the guys in the room clapped their hands as their own dick hardened and jumped in their pants.

"See, Paul, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Matt smiled and ruffled Paul's hair.

"I guess not..." Paul said, feeling great relief.

"And we are almost through here. Now just kiss my balls, and we can move on."

"Matt, you ....you...said just..." Paul could not even get the words out.

"I had this fourteen year old bitch kissing my balls just yesterday. It was after some of us were shooting hoops too, and my nuts were all stinky and sweaty, and she didn't complain at all. She loved it. She licked them clean for me. Come on, Paul, certainly you are as brave as a fourteen year old bitch. If she can do it, so can you. Just like you did with my dick. Lean in and give each ball a nice long kiss!"

At what point does one lose the power to resist? At what point could one still say, "NO! No Way! Forget it!" At what point does the submissive take over and give in to a naturally more powerful control? Was it really to save his family? Or was it because some handsome young thugs like Matt Henshaw just seem to have natural control over others. Have you ever met a boy like Matt? Was he a grocery store clerk, or a scholarship jock? Was he rich or poor? Some gorgeous teenage stud, and you just knew that you would do anything...anything he asked. He just naturally assumed total control.

All Matt Henshaw seemed to do was smile! Smile and perhaps thrust out his hips a bit, causing his fat scrotum to dance in front of poor Paul Marshall.

Paul's nose wrinkled and his lower lip quivered as he leaned in a second time. This time he pressed his lips against the wrinkled scrotal flesh of Matt's balls. He felt the velvet soft skin and the wiry ball hairs. As he kissed, the sack seemed to move and envelop his face. The nut inside the sack shifted. Paul was afraid to breath. He kissed the left ball and then moved over to the right. Some sweat from the scrotum got on his face, carrying the odor of teen balls with it. Matt looked down like he was watching a scientific experiment.

Paul finished kissed the balls and leaned back. His mouth hung slack and his eyes had a distant look. His breathing was ragged and heavy with tension.

"Way to go, Paul. See how easy it is when you put your mind to it. And you made such a big fuss. And look what a good job you did. The guys here are really impressed. They wish it was their dick and balls you kissed. No the hard part is over. Just lift your head a bit and open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Paul frowned. "Why? What are you going to do?"

"Paul, if we are going to get along, you have to stop questioning me. You have got to learn to trust me and have faith in me. Now tilt your head and stick out your tongue as far as you can."

Paul followed orders. He felt so stupid there naked on the floor like that. What was going to happen?

"I am just going to rest my dick on your tongue. NOW HOLD STILL. DON'T MAKE A FUSS. EVERYTHING WILL BE ALL RIGHT."

Matt lifted the huge hose of a dick and gently rested the cockhead on Paul's tongue. Paul made a moaning noise like a sick calf . The guys in the room emitted low growly laughs that sounded ominous.

"Hold still Paul. Feel my dick on your tongue? You are doing fine." Now Matt began to move his hips so the cock moved on the tongue. Ever so slowly the cock moved down the tongue into Paul's mouth.

"You are learning how to respect me Paul!" The cock moved into the younger boy's mouth. Some dick leak spurted out of the pisshole and shot down into Paul's throat. Paul tried to pull back, but Matt was holding his head. The growing dick moved into the boy's mouth.

"You are learning to respect me."

But it seemed to poor Paul Marshall that he was learning how to suck cock!




Matt led the way into his upstairs bedroom. Naked, Paul followed the older boy. The other three boys stayed downstairs drinking beer, knowing they should make other grocery deliveries, but too interested in the morning's fun to care.

"It's just a little bit of fun, Paul. Just a little horsing around. Don't be so glum and take it so seriously," Matt chatted cheerfully as he moved into his spacious bedroom. It was a beautiful room with one wall of windows and a balcony overlooking the swimming pool, but it was a complete mess.

"I'm pretty messy, as you can see, so the next part of your work for me, is to clean up my room."

Paul felt terribly self-conscious standing there in another boy's bedroom bare assed naked. His hands went down to cover his ample teenage dick.

"There's the dirty clothes hamper over there. Just throw my dirty underwear and socks and stuff in there, and you can wash my clothes later. Except for this."

Matt reached down into the pile of shorts and tee shirts and underwear littering the floor and fished out a worn out filthy jock strap. Paul could smell it from six feet away. Obviously Matt had worn it for some time without washing it. The pouch was stiff with sweat and urine and maybe even some cum.

"This is really gross, Paul, so I think you better suck this clean."

"Matt, what are you gaining by being so sadistic and cruel to me? Okay, you have control over me and my family. Your father has control over most people in this town. So, I accept that. I acknowledge that. What do you gain by doing this to me?"

Matt looked into Paul's eyes. The rich kid was damned good looking, no denying it, but so was Paul. Matt put one hand on the back of Paul's neck.

"I don't know. It really turns me on to do this kind of stuff to another guy. There was this poor Mexican kid that I did some of this shit to last year, and it was the most fun I ever had. So I guess you might just say, I enjoy it. I guess I am just a bully at heart." Matt smiled his friendly warm sociable smile. Then he lifted the filthy stinking jock strap with his other hand.

"Open up." He said gently. Paul started to tremble again, with shame and revulsion. He didn't know which feeling was stronger.

"Open up, baby, be a good boy." Matt's fingers gently worked the back of Paul's neck. Paul shook his head once, and then lowered his eyes and opened his mouth. Matt arranged the stinking jock strap so the pouch was the most accessible, and then he slowly shoved it into Paul's mouth. At first it just tasted like dried, stiff material, but as Paul's spit lubricated the elastic cotton, the tastes of piss and salty cock and ball sweat became prevalent.

"You just keep that in your mouth and suck on it while you clean my room. Sex magazines go in the closet, school stuff on the desk, cd's in the rack. You'll find cleaning stuff in the work closet in the kitchen downstairs, and when you come down to fetch them, that prick pouch better still be in your mouth and getting clean."

Matt reached up and took one of Paul's puffy nipples between thumb and forefinger and gave the tit a twist. Then he turned and left the room. Paul stood in the center of the jock's room and sobbed, tears running down his handsome face and dripping onto the ass straps of the jock which hung out of his mouth. Finally, he accepted that he had to protect his family from poverty and got to work. He began to clean the room.

Ten minutes later, Paul came downstairs, still bare assed naked and with the older teen's jock strap still in his mouth. Matt and the delivery boys were in the kitchen looking at porno on Matt's laptop.

"Look at the cunt on that bitch, and it says here she is only thirteen. Jesus, wouldn't you love to fuck that dumb twat until she couldn't walk anymore."

"Yeah, but she's been getting fucked for a couple of years. Look how her cunt lips are all turned out and swollen. She's had some big dick in her."

"Probably started with her father or older brother."

"Yeah, why the fuck not. It's a good way to break a bitch in. Look at how she holds her mouth open like she is dying to suck dick!"

"She is dying to suck dick. All bitches are. It's all cunts think about from about twelve years old on."

Matt looked up from the screen. "Oh look who's here. Too bad you have so much work to do for the party, Paul. You are missing some good twat here on facebook. These young bitches really lay it all out trying to pick up jock dick to satisfy themselves. I'm gonna write this one and tell her I might consider fucking her if she sends me a picture of herself fucking a baseball bat." The guys laughed and Paul moved to the work closet.

"Matt, what is that Paul has in his mouth?" Gary asked.

"Oh, that's my dirty jock strap from school. I wore it for about a month without washing it and it really stinks. It all crusted with piss and ball sweat and dick drippings, and Paul asked if he could suck it clean for me."

Tim shook his head. "Jesus, Christ, Man, I never knew he was such a fucking faggot. And here I spoke to him in public and everything. I could get a bad reputation."

"You just never know when a guy is going to turn out to be a cocksucking faggot. Matt, what about having the faggot suck our dicks. I could sure use a good suck after looking at these twats on the internet."

Paul froze in terror. Sure he had been forced to take Matt's dick into his mouth, but he had not had to suck him off. The game had ended there. He couldn't bear any more sexual harassment. He removed the broom and some polishing cloths from the closet.

"Well, let's give Paul here a choice, what say fellas. Paul would you like to suck our cocks?" Matt spread his legs and rubbed one hand on the growing lump in his shorts.

"Shit, we could chat with some of these cunts on facebook while the faggot sucks our dicks."

"Guys, I insist we give Paul a choice. He can either suck our dicks or do something else to show his respect. How about it, Paul?"

Paul reached up and removed the foul jock strap from his mouth. His spit had turned the stiff pouch sloppy and slimy.

"I, eh, I have to finish upstairs."

" I know, but you can take a little break and suck our dicks. How long does it take a cocksucker to suck four dicks?"

"I don't know, I am not a cocksucker."

Gary leaned in. "You had Matt's prick in your mouth. That proves you are a cocksucker."

Paul shook the sweat out of his eyes. Nervous sweat also ran down from his armpits and coated his scrotum. He stood there naked, an object of derision.

"Please, Matt don't make me do this."

"I won't, buddy. I won't I told you, you have a choice. You can suck our dicks, or........"

The word "Or" hung in the air like the sword of Damocles about to fall.

'Or what?" Paul stuttered.

"Or, you can shove a little bit of the broom handle up your ass!"

"Oh God, you can't be serious?" Paul stood there holding the broom and looking totally stupid. The boys in the room erupted in howling waves of laughter. Tim started to work his dick through his jeans with one hand.

"Just shove a couple of inches up your ass to show us respect. It's no big thing. It's not like taking a dick up your ass or anything. You have shit turds thicker than that broom handle, I am sure."

"No, It's...I...no, please."

"Just a couple of inches. Just open up your asshole and put the tip of the broom handle at your rosebud and push. Didn't you ever wonder what a chick felt like taking dick? Just for fun, Paul. Come on now, be a sport."

"I can't. I couldn't do it if I wanted to. I...." Paul was speechless. His tits rose and fell with labored breathing. His already flat tummy tightened. His toes curled on the cold kitchen floor.

"Paul, there is no such word as can't. You can do it if you try. And I insist you try. It' your choice. Suck all of our dicks, or stick a little broom handle up your ass."

Paul couldn't suck dick. He just couldn't! He rather die. He shook his sweat slick head and looked down at the broom. He lifted one muscular leg, arched his large foot and tried to place the tip of the broom handle at his asshole. His strong young ass cheeks spread. He couldn't get good enough balance to do it.

Matt was on his feet in an instant to help. "Here, buddy, let me help you. Put one foot on this kitchen chair. That will open up your ass crack and let you get at your asshole. You can do this for me. I know you can." He patted Paul on the naked shoulder. Paul lifted one large naked teen foot and placed it on the chair. The four boys in the room moved around for a better view of the teen's asshole.

"Holy Fuck, he's gonna do it!" Boners pushed out the fronts of the trousers of the straight teens.

Paul tilted his cute head to one side and looked pleadingly at Matt.

"Do I have to do this, Matt?"

Matt made the cutest mouth and nodded his head. "Yeah, Paul, you gotta. For me."

Paul maneuvered the broom handle so the the rounded tip was up against his tender teen virgin asshole. He had never had anything more than a finger up his asshole. He had tried sticking a finger in when he jerked off. His asshole felt moist. His big young scrotum swung as he pushed the broom handle into his asspucker.

"It's too big, I can't do it."

"It's not to big. Like I said, you have shit bigger turds than that. It just feels big because it is rigid and wood and doesn't have much flexibility. Just relax your asshole and kind of sit on it."

"I don't think I can do this, Matt. I really don't think I can do this."

"Would you rather suck our dicks? You would have to swallow like a good little faggot."

Paul closed his eyes, tears running down his cheeks. "No..no...I can't do that." he pushed the tip of the broom handle into his asshole. His ass lips sucked at the smooth polished wood. His rectal muscles tightened around the foreign object. He moved his legs and the foot that was on the chair went up onto his teenage toes. A couple of inches of wood slipped into his asshole.

"There. There. I did it for you. I did it..." Paul cried, half in victory, half in humiliation.

"You can do better than that Paul. Shove a few more inches in there for us."

"You said just the tip. You said just a few inches. It really hurts, Matt."

Paul stood there naked in the middle of the kitchen, one bare foot up on a kitchen chair, his young ass open, with a broom handle up his asshole.

"Yeah, baby, just the tip. Just a couple more inches. Just take a little more. You can do it."

Paul's eyes rolled up in his head and his mouth opened, spit running out as he forced a few more inches of stiff wooden broom handle up his virgin shit chute.

"He's got what, four or five inches up his pussy?" Gary said leaning in to get a better look at the teen ass.

Matt smiled. "He can do better than that. He's a good boy. I am going to help his father and brother. He is a real good boy. He can take more than that. Can't you, Paul. You can take another few inches, can't you?"

"Oh God, I don't think so. It really hurts, Matt. It really hurts."

"Yeah, but you are doing so well. I'd hate to think that after all of this you had to suck dick. Just a couple more inches and we will let you go back upstairs. Jut a few more inches. You can do it. Cunts take seven inches all the time. You can do it!"

Paul's naked body glistened with sweat as he grunted and shoved more of the broom handle up his asshole.

"Jesus, he sounds like a bitch in heat."

"I am so proud of you, Paul. So impressed. Keep pushing. Get more of that broom up your cunt!" said Matt.

"Look how his dick has shriveled up. It looks more like a clit than a dick, now!"

"It will get big again if the broom rubs against his prostate. Move the broom handle in and out of your pussy a little, Paul."

Poor Paul was in a mindless state of shock. He wasn't even sure what he was doing. He moved the broom handle in and out of his rectum, and his ass juices lubricated the wooden stick. Still, his ass lips clung to the wood.

"His asshole looks just alike a cunt getting fucked."

The broom handle came out almost to the tip. Paul moaned in pain and humiliation.

"Now shove it back in and shove it a little deeper this time, buddy." Matt encouraged.

"Oh my God.......Oh my God...." Paul moaned as he forced the broom handle back into his ass almost eight inches this time.

"Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it faggot? That feels so fucking good."

"Okay, Paul, you may stop now!" Matt slouched back in the chair, his leaking hard on pushing up the tight material of his shorts.

Paul stood like a statue in the kitchen, one foot on the chair, bare assed naked, with a broom handle up his ass.

"You may go upstairs now and clean my room with the dust cloths. But leave the broom handle up your ass! Don't you dare let it slip out. And put my jock back in your mouth. Clean my room with the broom up your ass and my jock in your mouth. And hurry up, we have more work to do before the big party."




Paul stood once again in the middle of Matt's large bedroom totally bare assed naked. He was crying quite hard. Tears ran down this very attractive teenage boy face and dripped from his chin onto his well defined chest. He stood there with a soiled jock strap in his mouth. He stood there with the handle of a broom shoved up his ass. he could hardly move. Each time he even shifted weight on his big naked teen feet, the wooden handle of the broom would send waves of pain through his guts. What had happened to him? How had he allowed things to get so out of hand? What could he do? He had never imagined in a million years that Matt's hold over him would take a turn into sexual sadism. Was it the pain or the humiliation or a combination of both that caused Paul to sob uncontrollably? Slowly he moved about the room, adjusting his positions to the broom hanging from his rectum. He had already straightened up the room, and now he dusted the desk, the chair, the bed posts, the computer, the window sill, the posters of naked girls that Matt had on the wall. He wanted desperately to remove the broom from his asshole, but he knew he didn't dare, or Matt and the delivery boys would only think of worse things to make him do...perhaps suck their dicks.

Finally the room looked pretty good, well more than pretty good. It was cleaner than most teenage boys' rooms ever are. Then the door opened and Matt entered, that charming smile on his face as always.

"How you doing, Buddy?"

Paul couldn't answer because of the jock strap in his mouth.

"You can take the strap out of your mouth now." Paul did so.

"So are you okay?" Matt slapped Paul on the bare shoulder.

"How can I be okay? Look what you have done to me!" Paul snapped back.

Matt frowned. "Hey, hey hey, we are just having a little fun, Dude, no need to get nasty. Jeez, Paul, can't you see we are just fooling around? My room looks really nice. Did you get in all the corners and everything?" Matt sauntered around the room, testing surfaces for dust. "It looks really nice. Just in case some kids want to come up here and use my bed to fuck tonight. You know how parties get. He, Dude, I bet you forgot this though!" Matt reached down and lifted his mattress. From beneath it he pulled out a washcloth. But the cloth was totally stiff and stuck together. It was a cum rag. It was the rag that Matt shot into when he was in bed and needed to blow a load. It was months old and totally stiff with boy jizz and stuck together with spooge.

"I should have washed this months ago. I must have been using it for half a year or more. Christ, look at all the dried cum! It's stiff as a board. Here, Paul, you better clean it."

Matt held the cum rag with two fingers as if it was lethal or something. Paul took it between two of his own. It was truly gross.

"You better just throw it away." Paul said.

"Naw, it's still a good washcloth under all that spunk. I think you better suck it clean!"

Paul's handsome face crumpled and folded like the spunky cloth itself. His eyes couldn't focus for a moment.

"What are you trying to do to me, Matt? What is this all about?" He was trembling as he held the jizz rag.

"I told you, I get off on it. Now come on. Suck the fuckrag clean and I'll let you take the broom out of your pussy."

Can you imagine how any teenage boy would detest his asshole being called a pussy? Can you imagine what Paul was going through? He stood there with fresh tears brimming in his eyes. Snot ran from his cute nose. He was a fucking mess. It was a nightmare from which he prayed to awaken. But he didn't. The horror continued.

"Come on, Paul. Don't let me down now. Put the sperm catcher in your mouth and suck on it! You already tasted my jizz from my prick pouch. I leak into my jock all the time, so you tasted plenty of it. So this won't be so bad. Who knows, you might even discover you like the taste of jock jizz!"

Matt stood there dressed in only his gym shorts, hands on hips and waited. His hefty teenage dick pushed out the front of the shorts, betraying some arousal. Was Matt a faggot as well? No, he was just a normal teenage jock with a slight sadistic streak. He was what we often call, a bully. And let's face it. Bullies need their fun too. Matt ran one large hand over his pecs, teasing his fat nipples. Then the hand traveled down to his hard six pack abs.

"I am waiting, Paul. And I do not like to wait. You have been crossing me all morning, and one of these times you will go too far! If I make a phone call to my father, your family is fucked. Now don't make me say that again. I am tired of repeating myself. Now suck on the fuckrag!"

With trembling fingers, Paul brought the sperm stiff washcloth to his mouth. That dry sperm bleachy smell rose from the cloth in waves. He could see how discolored the cloth was from all the cum coating it. Paul wanted to puke. He didn't think he could do such a disgusting thing. But what choice did he have?

His cute lower lip quivered. He opened his mouth and brought the cloth to his lips.

"That a boy. Now you are getting with the program. Suck my fuckrag. Oh, I should tell you that when I had some chicks up here to fuck, I would often wipe their cummy pussies with the rag as well. So you are going to get some prime cunt flavor too!" Matt bounced on the balls of his feet and leaned forward in anticipation.

"I'm going to puke if I do this."

"Ugh, ugh, if you puke, you will lick it up as well! So you don't want to do that."

Matt chuckled as Paul opened his mouth and inserted some of the cum coated washcloth.

"It's pretty old spooge, so you are going to have to suck on it pretty hard to get it moist. Oh and Paul, while you are sucking on it, work that broom in and out of your ass a little. No reason you shouldn't enjoy yourself."

Paul stood in the middle of Matt's room sucking on Matt's jerk off rag and working the tip of a broom handle in and out of his sore asshole.

"That a boy, Paul. That a boy! You are doing real well! Good job. Now shove more of the jism rag into your mouth. Really suck on it to get that dried cum wet. You must be swallowing jizz that is months old by now. and keep shoving more and more broom handle in and out of your teen pussy!"

Paul moaned in horror and agony as he felt the broom handle pushing at something deep inside his rectum. He sucked on the rag and slime worked it's way down over his tongue into his throat. He swallowed Matt's old spooge.

Matt strolled into his bathroom and came out with a glass of water.

"Here, that rag must be awfully dry. Take a sip of water. That will help disolve the fucksnot and you will be able to swallow it more easily. See! don't say I don't think about my buddy's welfare."

Paul removed the washcloth and sipped some water. The cum in his mouth immediately became more slimy and runny. Matt poured a bit of water onto the washcloth and watched as the dried sperm softened and grew thick and gelatinous.

"Do you know how many cunts would die to be able to suck my jerk off rag? Shit, I know at least ten bitches who beg me for a taste of my spooge every single day. Half the cunts in our school are fucking spooge addicts. Go on now, suck on it some more. Now you will get some real jizz flavor."

Poor young Paul stood there naked and sucked on the jerk off rag. He worked the broom handle in and out of his ass, trying to follow orders without hurting himself too much, but each time the tip of the handle poked something deep inside him, it send a wave of nauseating pain through his body. His big teen balls jiggled and danced as he moved from foot to foot trying to ease the pain. Spooge and spit dripped from his lips, leaving pecker trails on his chin and chest. when he sniffed back the snot running from his nose, he inhaled cum and felt clogged with dick sauce.

Matt stood watching him like a high school science student studying and experiment. His face had a curious, whimsical look to it.

"How does that taste, buddy? Okay? I knew you could do it. You are a natural, Paul. I am going to help you find your true inner self! I have taken it upon myself to help you. Helping a friend in need. I am going to help you discover your inner faggot! Isn't that kind of me? "

Paul stood there crying and chewing and sucking on the cum soaked cloth. Matt checked his Omega wrist watch.

"Shit, it is getting late. We are playing around too much and not preparing for the big party. You better throw the rag in the garbage and start cleaning the bathroom." Matt walked ahead into his private bathroom. It looked pretty clean. Paul followed the cum rag still in his mouth and the broom handle still up his ass.

To be honest, it was a pretty hysterical sight.

"Okay, toss out the cum rag, you have sucked it enough. Now I like my bathroom to be really clean, so you better do a good job on it. I want to be able to eat off the floor. I tend to miss the toilet alot when I am drunk and I take a piss, so pay special attention to the floor around the toilet bowl. Here!"

Paul looked at Matt and blinked. He tried to focus his vision. The inside of his mouth felt coated with cum. His lips felt swollen and thick.

He tried to see what Matt was holding out. It was...a toothbrush.

Paul took the toothbrush. "What is this for? To clean out my mouth?"

"No, dumbwad, the toothbrush is for you to clean the bathroom. I want every tile spic and span. Now get down on your hands and knees and start to cleanl I want it done by lunch time. I'll make lunch for you when you have this bathroom spotless. Look at the ring around the tub. Look at the yellow piss stains on the toilet bowl. Do a really good job. And don't forget the inside of the toilet!"

It took Paul two hours to clean the bathroom. He had to srcub the dirt with the toothbrush. He had to clean out the grouting in the tiles. He had to rub the ring inside the toilet bowl. It was gross and painful and dirty work. But he did it. If only he could remove the broom handle from his asshole, things would be so much better. He crawled around the bathroom on hands and knees and was a pretty fucking sex sight.

At last Matt returned.

"Well, Paul I have to say, this looks damned good. YOU did a fucking great job. I underestimated you. Maybe I can get you a job for the summer at one of my dad's plants cleaning the toilets. Jeez, I gotta piss."

Matt stood above Paul who was still on the floor and lowered his gym shorts. His huge, fat nineteen year old prick flopped out, looking half hard only because even flaccid it was immense. Matt hefted his dick in his hands.

"This is what all the girls drool over, Paul. And just think. You have tasted it. Look how thick and meaty the skin is on it. It's a real mouthful as you know. Look at that large pisshole! Oh I gotta piss bad."

Matt turned to the toilet and arched his back. He rose up on the balls of his naked feet and let forth with a heavy, hard, spray of teenage piss. It splattered into the toilet, some of it splashing back onto the just cleaned porcelain rim. The piss was strong and yellow, and Paul could smell it. As he pissed, Matt moved his dick to make patterns in the toilet water. Then he suddenly turned and pissed all over the toilet rim and onto the floor in front of the bowl.

"OOOppps got a bit out of control there. Well, you can clean that after lunch. Tell, me Paul, have you ever had a chick drink your piss?"

Paul sat defeated. All of his work cleaning the bathroom for the last two hours was ruined. Matt turned more and his piss splashed right onto the floor. Paul moved away to avoid the spray. It was totally gross.

" I asked you a question, buddy. Has a cunt ever drunk your urine?"

"Ugh...no. NO. Never."

"Oh man, you do not know what you are missing, my friend. There is no sense of power like pissing in a chick's mouth and all over her cute young face. YOu know you own the bitch then! I HAD THIS ONE BITCH, LAST SEMESTER, SHE LOVED ME SO MUCH, SHE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR ME. SO I HAD HER DRINK MY PISS OUT OF HER WATER BOTTLE DURING SCHOOL. ISN'T THAT FUCKING HOT?"

The piss stray grew weak and then stopped. Matt shook the last piss drops off onto the floor. "Yeah, you are going to have to get this place cleaned up after lunch. But you have been working hard and you must be very hungry."

He arched his hips and with two fingers wiggled his flaccid fat dick at Paul.

"You must be very very hungry. And I have a very special lunch in mind for you. Let's go down to the kitchen. Be careful on the stairs with the broom handle up your ass!"



The guys in the kitchen roared with laughter when Paul came naked down the stairs with the broom handle in his ass. Each time the end of the broom bumped on a step, Paul winced with pain. tony was sitting with one foot up on the kitchen table as if he owned the Henshaw mansion. Matt didn't seem to care. Paul stopped a few feet away from the four boys. He stood there bare assed, looking down at the floor in shame. Matt was holding the slimy jockstrap that Paul had been sucking on. He held it with a paper towel so as not to get any spooge or spit or gunk on his fingers.

"You know, I've been studying this jock strap of mine that you were supposed to suck clean, Paul. You are doing a really shitty job."

"Maybe he's doing a shitty job because of the skid marks on the ass straps..." Tony said, before sucking on the neck of a beer bottle.

Matt frowned and pursed his cute lips. "He's right, Paul. There still are skid marks on the straps and right here beneath the pouch. And look at these yellow piss stains here on the prick pouch itself. And this area is still stiff with dick leak. You have not done a good job at all. I am afraid that after lunch, you will need to be punished. I'm really sorry, I didn't want it to come to this. But my dad says, if you go to easy on the help, they will take advantage of you. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Paul?" Matt stood there in his gym shorts. All morning he had gone from shorts to jeans and back to shorts again, almost to taunt Paul or to show off his huge dick lump.

"Please, may I go home now?" It was all Paul could think of to say. He was really messed up emotionally.

"Go home? You still have tons of work to do before the big party. And I told you, I want you at the party. What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you understand English? I am truly disappointed with you, Paul. And I can see these guys are not impressed." Matt was referring to the three delivery boys. They made faces and shook their heads in mock disgust.

"What good is a faggot if he can't even suck a guy's filthy jock strap clean?" Gary said, rocking the kitchen chair back on two legs.

"Listen, Matt, we got to get back to work. We still have a bunch of deliveries to make."

"I know guys. I just want you to help me with Paul's lunch." Matt walked over and put a hand on Paul's naked shoulder. He led the boy closer to the kitchen table. The broom dragged along the floor, one end still up Paul's rectum. Can you possibly imagine how this high school boy felt? To be used and abused in such a way by other boys. It was unimaginable.

"Now Listen Paul, even though you let me down with the jock strap, I am going to show you what a good pal I am. I am going to allow you to remove the broom handle from your pussy."

"Aw, why do that, Man?" asked Tony. "It looks good up there, and besides, a faggot should always have something up his cunt to remind him what he is."

Matt smiled and tilted his head. "Even though he is a total fuck-up, Paul has worked hard and needs a break. Go on, Paul slide the broom handle out of your asshole, but it's probably going to be covered with shit, so why not take it into the downstairs bathroom and wash it off and also wash out your asshole so you don't leak all over. Then come on back and have lunch." Something was wrong. Matt was being too nice.

It was quite painful getting the broom handle out of his virgin ass, but Paul manage it, and his hole felt so much better once is was empty. His guts stopped aching. He went into the bathroom and cleaned up. It was true, the handle had shit streaks on it, and he gagged as he cleaned it off, first with toilet paper, and then with soap and water. Finally, after cleaning his hole, he re-emerged to face the four teenage boys.

"Good. You look fresh as a daisy. Do you like salad? I made a nice salad for you for lunch. I think we don't eat healthy enough, don't you agree? I don't want to get any forks dirty before the party, so you will have to just eat it out of this dog bowl on the floor. But I don't imagine you will mind that, will you?"

Paul stood there looking nakedly dumb. His dick had shriveled up from fear and trauma. He blinked as he looked at the red dog dish on the floor. It probably belonged to the Henshaw dog. And now it was being used to hold his lunch. The salad did look good, and Paul had had no food yet this day. The lettuce looked fresh, as did the tomatoes, cucumbers and onion. And there was sliced boiled egg too. It did look mighty good.

"Come on, Paul, get down on all fours and crawl on over and eat your lunch."

Paul dropped to his hands and knees and started to crawl across the kitchen floor. The three delivery boys laughed, and Tony stuck out one big foot, so Paul had to crawl over it. Tim leaned in and slapped the high school boy on the bare ass. Paul did look very hot, totally naked crawling across the room. There was something very sexy about such a cute boy being so totally submissive. As he crawled his teenage balls swung back and forth.

"OH FUCK!" Matt's voice cut through the room. Paul stopped crawling, wondering what he had done wrong now. The delivery guys looked up at the rich kid.

"Oh Fuck...salad dressing. I forgot the salad dressing. My good buddy Paul can't eat a salad without any dressing. That would be terrible. Imagine how awful that would taste. And I know we are fresh out of dressing. Oh Fuck!" Matt's mock concern was over acted, and the other guys laughed at his performance.

Matt turned to Tony. "Before you guys go back to work. Can you help Paul out? Can you provide some salad dressing for him?"

Paul's throat grew dry. He knew what was coming but could not believe it. He could not believe any boys could be this sick. But in the pit of his stomach, he could already feel what was about to happen.

Tony stood up, a handsome Italian boy with dark hair. He rubbed the crotch of his jeans. " I think we can help Paul out, don't you guys? I bet Paul likes lots and lots of dressing on his salad! Don't you, Paul? Do you like lots of dressing on your salad?"

Paul, on all fours, totally naked, trembling looked up at the kid his own age. "Not too much..." he said meekly. It sounded so stupid.

"He's being modest. He doesn't want to take advantage of our hospitality," Matt said. I'll bet he likes lots and lots of dressing on his salad. I bet he loves to see his salad just swimming in dressing. Can you guys help him out?"

It was a quite a sight. Like something out of a sick porno movie. The three teenage delivery boys stood around the doggie bowl full of salad. Then they undid their jeans and hauled out their dicks and balls. Tony had the biggest dick of the three. It was a thick veiny uncut Italian sausage. His nuts were covered with black curls. Gary had the second largest dick, a pink fat hunk of fuckmeat, and Tim's was average size but with a large cockhead. All three boys started to masturbate.

Paul now knew that they had planned this while he was in the bathroom. He was sure it was Matt's idea. He knelt there on the floor like a statue watching the three teenagers jerking their dicks over what was to be his lunch.

Tony yanked and tugged at his big fucker. He jerked like he fucked, hard and fast. Tim used two fingers to massage his prick, and Gary back handed his meat and rolled his balls with the other hand.

"Oh fuck man, I need some good pussy!" Tony said, literally almost beating his meat. " I need to fucking rape a really young tight twat! How abut your sister, Tim?"

"You fucking pervert. She's only nine!" Tim wheezed while probing his dick for the right spot to get himself off.

"Well, she'd be tight!" Tony roared with laughter at his own joke.

"That is so sick, motherfucker!" Gary laughed, working on his own prick. Matt stood back, leaning against the kitchen counter and watched Paul.

"Speaking of Motherfucking, is your mother still hot for my dick, Gary?" Tony asked, his fuckmeat getting even larger if that was possible. Long strings of pre-fuck hung from the pisshole and then dropped into the salad bowl.

"That fucking bitch is even hot for my dick, and I am her fucking son, for Christ's sake. Sometimes, just to see what a filthy cunt she is, I will come out of the bathroom after taking a shower and just hold the towel over my dick. She almost goes nuts wanting a look. Then I will turn and drop the towel so she can see my ass globes, but not my dick. I bet her starved old cunt runs like a faucet! She asks about you all the time and when I am having you over. 'Such a nice boy," she says about you. And we all know, it is not your mind she is interested in." Gary laughed as he jerked his meat and rubbed his nuts.

"Well, I just might throw the old douche bag a mercy fuck!"

It was typical teenage boy talk, except these boys were standing over a doggie bowl filled with salad and jerking their pricks!

"Oh fuck, here it comes..." Tim had found the right spot evidently, for his prick twitched and began to spew water sperm down onto the lettuce and tomato and fixings. Paul watching it wanted to puke. It was so disgusting. Spurt after spurt of off white spooge sprayed the salad, as Tim grunted and milked his teenage dick. That must have set off Gary, for he blasted next. His pisshole opened and five shots of thick white cum splattered the salad, covering it now with a gooey white/yellow spunk mixture. Gary squeezed his large teenage nuts and more and more cum shot, then dribbled out of his fat teenage dick.

"Oh Jesus, Mutherfucking Jesus," he moaned as he milked his long, fat fuckmeat of it's contents. The pisshole opened and closed like a little mouth and the last drops of fuckslop fell into the doggie bowl. The salad was now covered in teen spooge. But Tony still had not cum. He yanked on his dick really hard. He rose up on the balls of his feet. He grunted, and at last he made an animal growling kind of sound as his huge uncut fucker sprayed the bowl and the floor around it with a mighty splash of cum. Thick as wallpaper paste, the sperm hit the salad so hard the lettuce and tomato moved. Dollops of cum rested on hard boiled egg. Cum coated everything including the rim of the doggie dish. Two, three, four, huge blasts of fuckslop! Tony loved to cover a young girl's face with his fuck! He loved to totally wash some young twat's countenance with his baby-maker juice. He bent his legs and kept shooting. five, six, seven, ropes of fucksnot fell through the air and landed on the salad. The Italian teen looked so fucking hot shooting his load. His eyes squeezed shut, his chest heaving in his tight tee shirt, his dick blasting and then dribbling and then dripping, his hand coated with his own jism! And to think he could to this three or four times a day, every fucking day!

The salad was a sight to see. Or a sight not to see. You could hardly see the egg and veggies beneath the lake of boy cum. Tony knelt down and rubbed his cum slick hand along the rim of the bowl, coating that too with spooge.

"My, oh my. Doesn't that look good! What do you say, Paul? Aren't you going to thank the boys for the salad dressing?"

"Thank you for the salad dressing..." Paul mumbled, tears again in his beautiful eyes.

"What? They can't hear you!"

"THANK YOU FOR THE FUCKING SALAD DRESSING!" Paul screamed, losing it.

Matt shook his head. "Is that attitude, I am hearing, Paul? Are you throwing us some faggot attitude? I will have to add that to your punishment for showing disrespect."

"We got to deliver that shit for Mrs. Johnston!' Tim said as the boys put their dicks back in their pants.

Tony shook his head. "Man, I got to see the faggot get punished. Tell you what, you go Tim, and Gary and me will give you our pay for the hour. Then come on back. We want to stay and help Matt out. If that is okay with you Matt?"

Matt smiled. "Absolutely. Sometimes a faggot can be quite a handful. And this little faggot's punishment is going to be quite severe. First, he couldn't properly clean a jock strap. And secondly, he is showing attitude."

"I am not showing attitude, Sir." Paul mumbled, looking at the floor, dreading the moment he would have to crawl closer to the salad.

"The Faggot fuck hole says he's not showing attitude, Matt," said Tony.

"Now the little twat is contradicting me. That means I have to up his punishment again! Jesus Christ, are all faggots that stupid?"

"Yeah, I think sucking all that dick goes to their brain. Just like blond chicks! They go funny in the head from all the dicksucking."

Gary chortled. "Who gives a fuck if a bitch as a brain, as long as she has big tits and can suck dick?"

"Did you learn that in Health Class?" Tony asked, and they all had a good laugh. Tim left to deliver the groceries, and the other boys turned to stare at Paul.

"Come on, Paul, crawl on over and eat your lunch. A growing boy needs lots of good healthy food, including lots of protein!"

With his cute head hanging, Paul crawled over to the doggie bowl. His ass globes rose and fell as he crawled and a true faggot who got off on young boys would have creamed just watching the smooth skinned teen cross the room.

Paul looked down at the salad. It was unbelievable. There were huge globs of clotted cum from Tony, covering the more creamy jiz of Gary. And the lettuce rested in a lake of Tim's watery cum. Paul felt the puke rise in his throat and had to swallow it. He made gagging noises.

Matt leaned in and with a very kind, gentle voice said, "Paul, listen to me. If you puke, you will have to lick that up too! Now be a good boy. Don't embarrass me in front of my new friends. Eat the salad!"

Matt could honestly say, he had never seen a sadder expression on a face than that which Paul now had. It made the older teen's dick lurch and leak in his shorts. It was so fucking hot. Paul just looked so fucking downtrodden and beaten. That gave Matt a jolt of power! Jusus Fuck, just think what he could do with this kid. Just think of the perversions he could force Paul to commit. High school student Paul Marshall was bare fucking naked on the kitchen floor about to eat a salad covered with teenage jizz! Holy fucking Christ! How good does it get?





Paul ate the salad. He ate the lettuce coated with teen boy jizz. He gagged a few times and Matt had to warn him that if he puked, he would have to eat that too. He coughed and cum ran from his mouth and clung to his lips. It hung in strings from his chin. He tried to put the taste out of his mouth. He tried to concentrate on the taste of the veggies and eggs and lettuce, but the bleachy bitter taste of the cum overwhelmed everything. He was eating cum. He was a normal teenage boy who was eating the cum of other boys. It was totally sick and depraved. He was naked on a kitchen floor, his young muscular ass sticking up in the air, his face down in a doggie bowl, eating cum soaked salad. The other boys in the kitchen were roaring with laughter. Paul's tight young tummy fluttered and his chest heaved. He dug his big toes into the kitchen flooring to keep his balance while he was forced to eat the salad without using his hands. He had to eat it like a dog. Matt squatted down next to Paul's head to get a better view. As he spread his strong muscular teen legs, the bulge of his dick pushed out he tight shorts he was wearing. A wet spot had formed on the crotch of the shorts. The smell of boy sex was in the air.

"Paul, will you do me a favor?" Matt asked gently.

Paul lifted his cute head from the doggie dish. His cheeks and nose were covered in cum. His eyes looked wild and unfocused.

"Paul, I think it would be really funny if you grunted like a pig while you ate. Can you do that for me please. Can you grunt and make pig noises while you eat?"

Paul snorted and grunted and coughed. He didn't know how a pig should sound. He just wanted the humiliation to be over with. After he had swallowed one particularly cum sodden piece of lettuce, he had a coughing spell. He thought he would choke. But Tony the Italian thug came to the rescue. He loped over to stand above Paul.

"I think our boy is thirsty. I think we should give him something to drink!" He tilted Paul's head up to look at him. He held Paul by the chin. "Open your mouth Paul. Open wide like a good boy I got something for you." Then he snorted and hawked up a huge gob of spit and let it fall into Paul's open mouth. Matt and Gary cheered.

"Swallow, baby, I got more." He did it a second time, and Paul was forced to swallow the Italian boy's spit. It was totally gross.

Matt leaned in and spit, but he didn't aim for Paul's mouth. His spit hit Paul in the eye and on the cheek. Gary joined in and soon Paul's face and chest were totally covered in teenage spit as well as dripping cum salad dressing. Paul wanted to protest, but although his mouth moved, no words came out. He was fucking freaked out.

Finally he finished his lunch. He knelt there on the floor looking up at Matt.

"Well, Paul, you know I am not happy about what happens now. We have to punish you for fucking up. We have to punish you for your lack of respect. I don't like this. I don't want to do this. I want us to be good friends. But you have to learn the rules and obey them. So, what say we get your punishment over with, so you can get back to work? You need to finish up in the bathroom and then clean the pool and then do some other chores. Would you stand please and lean over the kitchen table?"

Paul struggled to his feet. He went to the table and bent over it.

"Jesus, Paul you are getting spit and cum all over the table. My Mother eats there for Christ sake! Lick that spooge and spit up right now!"

In a confused daze, the cute teen bent down and licked the cum and spit that had dripped off his body and face off the table. Matt handed Paul some paper towels.

"Here, clean yourself up. You look disgusting." Now lean over the table and push your ass out as far as you can."

Can you imagine how cute and sex Paul looked leaning over the table, his teenage ass thrush out toward the other teens.

"Spread your legs more. Now for your punishment we are going to beat your ass with Tony's leather belt. If that is okay with you, Tony?"

tony whipped off his thick leather belt. "Be my guest."

"Spread your legs more, Paul, the guys may want to swat your nutsack as well!"

'Please don't hurt me..." Paul whimpered.

"Of course it's going to hurt, dumb fuck! That is the whole idea, isn't it? We are each going to swat your ass ten times. And guys, don't hold back. I want to see that ass totally black and blue! And red too!"

Tony got to start since it was his belt. The sound of wide leather belt smacking teen boy ass filled the kitchen and spilled outside as well. Paul's screams were even louder than the smacking sound. The boy howled. He bit his lower lip, so Matt shoved his foul jock strap back in the boy's mouth to prevent him from hurting himself. Paul's hands gripped the table until his knuckles were white. His beautiful ass shook with each blow and red stripes across the ass mounds turned to blue marks. On swats nine and ten, Tony aimed for the full young scrotum. Paul sobbed and screamed and moaned and threw his cute head from side to side. He could not take any more. Then Gary took over.

"Gary, buddy, see if you can whack him harder than Tony. I think the Tone was too easy on him." Matt said.

Gary kicked Paul's legs further apart. "Get those legs wider so I can really work your nads!"

Paul tried to rise up off the table, but Matt leaned in and held him down.

"You see, Paul. None of this would have happened if you had just behaved yourself and shown me respect. I think after this little punishment, we are going to have a very good boy on our hands." Matt scooped some cum and spit off Paul's cheek where he had missed with the towel and with one finger shoved it in the kid's mouth along side the wet, foul jockstrap. "Go for those balls, Gary!"

Gary brought his strong young arm up with a underhand swat and the belt smacked up into Paul's ass crack, the tip of the belt snapping against his balls.

Paul went wild. He threw himself on the table and both Tony and Matt had to restrain him.

"Good one, Gary. See you if you can that again."

The crazy fun that healthy normal teenage boys can get into, right? Go figure. It's all part of growing up.

Gary's aim wasn't so good on the next three strokes. The inside of Paul's thighs were pink with the snaps, but his balls remained pretty much undamaged.

Gary grew frustrated with his own lack of ability, and like most teens, he took it out on others.

"God damned fucking faggot. Hold him still, will you!" He reversed the belt and whacked the boy's black and blue ass cheeks with the buckle end. The buckle bit into the ass flesh, drawing blood.

"Wow! Way to Go!" Tony cheered. Paul was throwing himself wildly with each swat now, and the two boys had to held him down with all their might.

Gary concentrated on the ass for a while, but tried for the nuts again on the last two swats and landed one good one. So good, that Paul almost puked up his guts, but the foul jock strap prevented it, and Paul had to swallow his own vomit back down again.

"My turn..." Matt said cheerfully like a kid in a candy store. He bounced up and down and his fat package wobbled in his shorts. The big nipples on his pecs hardened into pebbles.

"Now listen to me Paul. I am going to make a deal with you. I will reduce the number of swats I give you to five...."

"Aw, why the fuck do that?" Tony said, pouting.

Matt raised his hand. "I will reduce the number of swats I give you to five, if like a very good boy, you turn over onto your back and lift and spread your legs so I can really get at your balls!"

Paul tried to protest. He tried to reason. He mumbled and yelled and choked into the jock strap. Tony and Gary flipped him over onto his back and held him down.

"Now, Paul, you have got to help me here. If you want five instead of ten, you have got to raise your own legs and spread them. And do not close them until I have finished all five swats.

The distraught teenager wailed into the jock, but finally raised his own muscular young legs and spread them.

" A little wider. Good Now hold them that way. let me get some masking tape. I want to tape your dick out of the way so I don't damage that. That way I can get a better shot at your balls. "

Paul tried to explain that this was sick. That this was cruel. That this was fucking insane, but all he could do was mumble into the prick pouch.

Matt taped Paul's fat dick back onto his stomach. Then he reached down and hefted Paul's heavy fat loose hanging nuts.

"There, now that should give me a really good shot at these. Hold still now Paul. And remember, if you close your legs, the swat doesn't count and we go back to one!"

Paul curled his toes in terror. His legs shook with stress. Tony and Gary held him down, their own breathing labored with excitement. Matt bounced around like a boxer. He snapped the belt in is hand like a whip. He didn't hold it by the buckle, but half way down so the belt was shorter. That gave him better control of it. He pulled his arm back and then raised it up over his head and whacked the belt down on Paul's scrotum as hard as he could. Paul bucked like a wild animal. He twisted and turned and arched up off the table in agony. He wanted to close his legs but knew he dare not. Searing nauseating pain rolled up from his nuts into his whole body.

"You have to learn Paul to obey me completely. You have to learn to obey me the first time I tell you to do something. That is imperative if we are going to get along. Keep your legs spread. Are you ready for number two?"

Paul shook his cute head, begging into the jock strap. Sweat had dampened his hair and dripped off his face. Matt smiled and whacked the boy's tender nuts a second time. A fresh howl filled the kitchen. Matt's dick was so hard it poked out of the leg of his shorts. Drops of Pre-fuck ran down his leg. He didn't care. He was Matt Henshaw and his father owned this fucking town!

Tony, who was holding Paul down along with Gary, started to rub his bulging dick lump against Paul's shoulder.

"This is so fucking great, Matt. You are the best!"

Matt gloated. "Yes, I am the best. And if you play your cards right, it could benefit you greatly.

"Whatever you say, Matt. Whatever you say!" The young Italian teen saw his chance to crawl out of the poverty in which he lived.

"Do me a favor, Tony."

"Anything, Matt, anything at all."

"Take off your jeans and crawl on up over Paul's face and take a nice slow piss into his mouth, soaking the jock strap so he has some liquid refreshment while I administer these last three swats.

Tony peeled off his jeans. His fat uncut Italian dick was awesome. It hung as thick as a wrist over his low slung nutsack.

"I'll bet the cunts love that fucker, huh, Tony?"

"yeah, they sure do, Matt. But it's not as awesome as yours." Tony knew the right things to say. He scooted up on the table, still holding Paul down. Gary helped adjust the teenager. Tony let his thick dick flop down on Paul's face. Paul could smell the sweaty dick. Tony fingered the fuckmeat until it was poised over the jock stuffed mouth and then peeled back his thick foreskin just a bit an started to piss.

"That a way, dude. Nice and slow so it soaks the pouch."

Paul wailed afresh! It was unspeakable. It was like fucking waterboarding. He was choking on the piss running into his mouth. His eyes rolled in his head. Matt pulled back and slammed the belt as hard as he could into the kid's swollen scrotum.

Paul sucked in air and inhaled piss! Piss clogged his nose and sinuses. He could not breath.

He blacked out before the next swat.

He woke up on the bathroom floor, curled into a ball. What woke him up was Matt standing over him pissing on him.

"Rise and shine, Paul. You have got alot of work to do. Now two bathrooms are all pissy and need cleaning. Drag your sorry ass up and get to work. We have a party starting here in seven hours! And you look like shit. We have to get you all dolled up and looking pretty for the guys tonight."


Paul was cleaning the pool. The high school junior was bare assed naked and cleaning the pool. Oh yeah, he also had a toilet brush stuck up his muscular young ass. He had the white handle of a plastic toilet brush shoved deep in his virgin asshole. It hurt terribly with every step he took. But it didn't hurt as much as his ass globes which were black and blue and has red slashes across them and his balls which were swollen and sore from getting beaten. Paul was really worried that he should see a doctor about his balls. They throbbed and the pain would not go away.

While he had cleaned the bathroom Matt had come in and put a hand on the younger boy's naked back.

"Paul, you gotta realize that I didn't want to hurt you. But you crossed me in front of those lower class guys. My family has a reputation to uphold in this community. We are the community leaders, and if we allow people to show disrespect to us, it reflects badly on everything we do. I had to punish you. You know I like you, Paul."

Paul was on his hands and knees, naked bruised ass up in the air, cleaning the piss off the bathroom floor. The naked teen was incredibly sexy like that.

"Paul, you just got to get with the program. You just have to play along and let me have a little fun. It will all be over soon, I promise and the I will make it up to you. A nice raise for your father and brother and a good paying Summer job for you. Wait and see. Just be a good boy and show respect. You know, Paul, I think that plastic toilet brush would look really cute shoved up your ass. It will look like a little bunny tail with the brush end sticking out and the handle nice and deep up your ass. Why not shove that toilet brush up your ass for me?"

On the floor, Paul looked up at the high school senior. Paul's eyes were red from crying. Traces of dried tears could be seen on his handsome face. He had the saddest look Matt had ever seen. It made Matt's dick lurch.

"Haven't you done enough to me?" Paul asked with quivering lips.

"No!" Matt smiled. "Shove the toilet brush nice and far up your ass."

"I'll hurt myself. I'll rupture something."

"Come on, Paul. I know a faggot like you has had dick up your ass. You can take a brush handle easy!"

"I swear to God, Matt. I am not a faggot. I have never done any gay thing! I don't know where you got that impression. But it is wrong. You've seen me with girls. You know I am straight. I could tear up my insides and seriously hurt myself."

"Don't worry, My Dad owns the hospital! We can get you free health care. Now don't make me angry, Paul, or I will have to beat those swollen nuts of yours again. Pick up the fucking toilet brush and shove it up your ass!"

So now Paul cleaned the pool with the toilet brush up his asshole. It was not as painful as the broom handle had been, and he could move around pretty well. If he bent wrong or twisted in the wrong way, the handle scraped his insides, but as long as he was careful, it wasn't too bad. The handle itself was not very thick. Of course it was humiliating as hell. I mean high school aged boys are sensitive and shy about their changing bodies anyway, and here Paul had been degraded and made to be naked. His teenage dick swung and bounced as he cleaned the pool. The yard had a high fence around it, so at least he had privacy.

The warm sun felt good on his young body. He could not wait for the day to be over. He wanted to go home to his family. About forty-five minutes later, Matt came out into the yard area with two older guys Paul had never seen before. They wore jeans and tee shirts and looked to be in their mid to late twenties. They were both big beefy, muscular guys with good looks.

"This is Jake's brother? I can't believe it!"

"I told you! Look at the Faggot. He loves to have things shoved up his cunt!" Matt said cheerfully, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he often did when he was keyed up or excited. Matt was now dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a tee shirt. The older guys had a rough working class look about them.

"Jesus fucking Christ," muttered the more handsome of the two, rubbing his unshaven chin, "who would have believe that Jake Marshall's brother is a fucking faggot."

Paul stood there stupidly with the brush hanging out of his ass, totally naked. He didn't know what to say. If he protested, Matt would only be angry and punish him. The three guys approached him. The two new guys shook their heads in interest and disgust.

"Here all Jake can do is talk about what a fine pussy his new bride had and how much he loves fucking her, and all the while, his own little brother is a fucking cocksucking homo!"

"That's the way it goes in families sometimes. " The other guy said, reaching up and scratching one nipple through his tee shirt. Both guys were big bruisers.

"When I was in high school we had this one cousin who was a faggot. I mean he was only twelve, but we knew he was going to grow up to be a faggot. So we made him suck our dicks every day one whole summer to get him ready for his future life."

"Paul, these are two guys who work down at the plant with your brother. I thought you might like to meet them." Mat said with a huge grin on his face. "They stopped by with some stuff for the party, and I thought they might like to take a swim. Right guys?"

"That's awfully nice of you, Mr. Henshaw."

Paul was amazed that these older guys called Matt, Mr. Henshaw. That was how they kept their good jobs, by kissing ass. Paul knew that was what he had to do if he wanted to survive this ordeal.

"Well, go ahead, guys, strip down and take a plunge." Matt and Paul watched as the two muscular workers stripped off their clothes. They peeled down their jeans and boxers to reveal two gigantic pricks. Both were uncut and thick as a salami. They had huge swinging balls too. Both guys had really ripped bodies that looked great. Even Paul had to admire them. Matt had a strange gleam in his eye. "

"Oh man, this is going to feel good. " The more handsome of the two seemingly nameless guys said, reaching down and scratching his big balls. They wobbled in their sack and the dick gave a little bounce. "After I fucked my wife last night, I said to the bitch that some day I would really love to have a swimming pool of our own. That would be really living!"

"That's not an impossibility. Work hard at the plant, do a good job, and you can work your way up to foreman. They get damned good pay." Matt offered. "Maybe I can put in a good word with the old man."

The handsome guy lit up. "You would really do that, Mr. Henshaw?"

Matt smiled. "We'll see. Paul, why don't you run in and get these two guys some beers?"

Paul moved toward the house. Now the other worker shook his head.

"Jesus, look at that kid's ass. It's beaten raw."

"Yeah, he got a little out of line, and I had to discipline him." Matt said casually. " Paul, I said run up to the house for beers. Not walk!"

"Christ, all his brother does is talk about fucking cunt, and here this twat is such a fucking faggot! Hard to believe. Look at that fucking brush sticking out of his ass."

'He thinks of it as a cunt, actually. And he likes to keep it stuffed with something almost all the time," Matt offered.

As Paul got to the house, the pain in his ass extreme from the brush up there, he heard the splashes of the two workers hitting the water. Poor young Paul stood in the kitchen holding on to the doorframe. He felt weak in the knees and totally shaken. He had to find a way out of this horror. Tony and Gary were no where about. Paul grabbed two beers and ran back out to the pool. Matt looked at him with a frown.

"No beer for me, ASSWIPE? You can't even think to bring me a beer? What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want me to get out the belt again?"

Paul put the two beers on a poolside table and ran back toward the house, his bruised ass cheeks rising and falling and his swollen balls painfully banging his thighs. He heard laughter coming from the pool. He brought back a beer from the house just in time to see one of the the workers climb from the pool. The guys was really built. His muscles rippled in the sunlight and the water on his body made him look God-like. His chest had a smattering of dark hair on it which spread as it got to his groin. His fat hunk of fuckmeat hung thick and heavy over balls from which water dripped.

"Stretch out on one of the lawnchairs and enjoy your beer. Is there anything else Paul can do for you?" Matt said with a leer.

"Well, yeah, now that you mention it. I could us a good blow job! I woke up late this morning and the wife didn't have time for our morning cocksuck! She was pissed about that too, believe me. That fucking bitch cannot get enough of my fucker! Anyway, I need to have my balls drained."

"Hey, me too. I'm not married, and some chicks don't like to suck dick. My fucker is so huge when it's hard, it chokes the cunts and so they don't like to do it."

The other worker joined his buddy in an adjoining lawn chair. Paul could see that his cock was indeed huge.

"Paul, you heard these nice gentlemen who work with your brother. Why not crawl on over and make love to their cuntfucker!"

Paul could not believe he was going to become a cocksucker. Having to put Matt's prick in his mouth was bad enough, but being forced to suck off two strange guys, guys he did not even know, that was too much.

"Please, Matt, don't make me do this. Please."

"If you lick and suck those big fat dicks real good, and really smooch and make love to them, these guys might not tell your brother Jake what you are doing! They might be persuaded to keep their mouths shut about the whole thing. Right guys?" Matt was orchestrating the whole thing.

"Yeah, Faggot, if you give me some really first class head, I won't say a thing to your brother. Otherwise I will have to spread it all over the plant!"

Paul knelt down between the two lawn chairs. Both factory workers had thick strong hairy legs. They sucked on their beers and turned their bodies slightly toward Paul.

"Hey faggot, I got a treat for you. Why not start at my feet and lick my toes for me and then work your way up! That way My sack and prick will be a special reward for you!"

Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing. This hunky factory worker wanted him to lick and suck on his feet. Paul felt his gag reflexes react again. He didn't want to puke in front of these guys. That would be bad for him.

"Good idea, guys. You stand to work all day at the factory. Your feet must be killing you. Let Paul here give you both a nice tongue bath."

The other worker smiled, and showed that he had bad teeth. "Yeah, and then a nice long wet cocksuck! I hope he makes piggy noises when he sucks our dicks. I love it when faggots make noises like fucking rutting sows while they slurp on my dick!"

"I am sure we can convince Paul here to make piggy noises while he is giving both of you nice sloppy cocksucks. Go ahead, Paul. What are you waiting for. Start to lick those big muscular feet. And suck on each toe and clean in between the toes. Too bad we didn't think of this sooner, or he could have licked your feet before you guys took a swim! That would have been a real treat for him."

Paul had to swallow his own puke at the thought. He leaned down and began to lick the big feet of one of the workers.

After he had licked and sucked the toes of both guys and licked the soles of their feet, he worked his way up their legs. They wanted their hairy legs licked and kissed, making dirty jokes about what a stupid fucking faggot whore he was. At last he got to the massive hunks of prick meat.

"There you are Paul. That is what you want, right? Big fucking dicks! What a lucky faggot you are. Go ahead, kiss those dicks hello. And they better be nice long smoochy kisses too!" Matt laughed and sucked on his beer as he watched his high school "friend" kissing the factory workers' huge hunks of twitching fuckmeat.

"Do a good job now Paul. Kiss and lick those big dicks all over. Lick the cockheads and the pissholes. Get them leaking! You now how much you love dick leak!"

Pauls head swam as he licked and kissed the swelling prick flesh. The cocks got thicker and longer. The veins in the prick stalks pulsed. Eight, no nine inches of fucking dick on each of the workers. Maybe more. These dicks were unbelievable.

"It took me two months to teach my wife how to deep throat my big fucker, Faggot, so I don't mind if you gag and choke a bit when I shove it down your throat. It's okay if you gag, as long as you take it! I can't stand it when I can't face fuck balls deep!"

Matt leaned in to watch. 'Oh I am sure Paul will be able to take it balls deep! I am sure you will have his nose pressed into your pubic hair and your balls resting on his chin in no time. He's going to lick your balls for you too. He's going to lick your balls real good. You may no want to go back to your wife, once you have experienced the dick sucking skills of Paul the Faggot here!"

Paul kissed dick. He swallowed his pride and kissed dick. Then he licked it. Then he moved over to the other guy and kissed and licked the second massive prick. Each had it's own particular smell and taste. At least they were clean from the swim.

"Suck on my cockhead a little. I think I got some pre-fuck juice for you!" And he did. The workers cockleak dribbled out of the prick and into Paul's sucking mouth. A teenage high school student was sucking big fat dicks! It was obscene and awesome. One factory worker grabbed his hair so he could be dragged from one cock to the other at their will. Back and forth he went as the cocks grew thicker and longer and harder! They grew horribly hard. Hard as iron! They throbbed with the licking.

Then he was directed to their huge hairy nut sacks. He had to lick their balls. What had happened to him in the course of one day. He was kneeling naked with a toilet brush up his ass, licking the balls of two burly factory workers. Guys who worked with his brother.

"Ah shit that feels good. Yeah, suck my nuts, Faggot! Suck those baby makers!"

And for poor Paul Marshall, things were only going to get worse. Much worse.

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