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Paul's Slavery

Part 17



    Matt was waiting in front of Victoria's Secret. He broke out into a huge grin and said something to the three teenage guys standing with him, as they watch Paul approach. A group of cub scouts were hooting and jumping around Paul, pointing at his wet leaking dick which clearly showed through the pink material of the tiny shorts and the white underpants beneath. A large wet spot displayed the entire shape of the hard dick. Paul's nipples also showed beneath the tight pink cut off tee shirt displaying his name on the back and the word, "COCKSUCKER" on the front.  A bunch of girls from Paul's high school whispered and giggled about how they'd had no idea he was a faggot, and one girl who had dated him, started to cry out of embarrassment. Matt looking perfectly sexy as always looped his thumbs in the pockets of his tight jeans and nodded to Paul. 

    "Good morning Faggot, how are you today? And how is that beautiful sister-in-law of yours?"  

     Paul said nothing, but stood with his head hanging, looking at the polished stone floor of the mall. Matt didn't like disrespect. He lashed out with one hand and slapped Paul hard across the face, causing the boys to roar with laughter. The cub scouts backed away, wide eyed.  "I asked you a question, Dickbreath." 

    Paul lifted his cute young teenage face. His eyes were cloudy with shock from all the abuse he had taken. "I'm ah, fine. She's fine too." 

    Matt took Paul's jaw in is grip and looked into the boy's eyes. "You didn't fuck her again this morning, did you?" 

    Paul's eyes shot to the other boys crowding around Matt. Then back to Matt. "Please, you promised no one would know." 

    Matt's eyes glared. "Then answer my fucking question. Did you stick your dick in your Sister-in-law's fresh young cunt this morning?"

    "No. No I did not."  

    "Did your brother fuck her? Did he fuck his beautiful new bride, never knowing that your cum was leaking from her pussy?" 

    "Yes, he did. Last night." 

     "Oh my, she had a busy night, didn't she? And again this morning I'll bet if I know your bro. He has a really big needy dick I'll bet. I wouldn't mind watching him fuck her. Maybe I need to arrange that. Your dick is getting soft. Get it hard." 

       Paul reached down and started to squeeze his prick, sending more leak out to stain the shorts. He rubbed his dick and it stiffened up again. The cub scouts nudged each other and giggled. Matt turned Paul around to face the cub scouts.  

      "Take your dick out and show them." He said, nodding toward the little boys. 

      "Matt, please...."  Paul started to cry. 

      "God damn it! We need to break that stubborn arrogant streak in you. You need to learn to do what I tell you to do, without hesitation, you fucking loser! Now take out your dick and show those little boys." 

       Paul sniffing back his tears, undid the button on the tiny shorts and pulled them and his underpants down to reveal his thick long swollen dripping teenage dick. The other guys stood around shielding him from passing shoppers, and only the cub scouts could see. 

       "Now show them how you pump it." 

       Paul started to masturbate his dick for the little boys. His teenage balls bounced and jiggled in their full young sack. There were still red marks on his smooth strong ass cheeks from the beatings of the previous day. 

       "Show them how you drip and leak. Don't cum, just leak!"  

        Paul squeezed his dick head so pre-fuck oozed out in long strings. 

        "Catch it in your hand."  Paul caught the fuck slop in his hand while his prick throbbed and twitched. 

        "Now eat your pre-fuck for the boys." 

        Paul's chest heaved with agony as he brought his hand to his mouth and began to lap up the small lake of pre-fuck. The boys went wild. 

         "Okay, put it away. That's enough of a show. We have some shopping to do." Paul tucked away his huge dick, leaving even a larger spot of pre-jiz  on the front of the shorts. It was totally obscene.  He was shaking so badly, his young legs hardly supported him. 

        "Okay, first job. Go into Victoria's Secret and ask to buy a tiny thong for yourself. Make sure you say it's for yourself. If they say they have no men's thongs, you say you prefer female thongs. Vicki Johnston from our school works there. Go to her." 

        "Not Vicki. Please!"  Vicki was a really hot senior girl with a big mouth not only for dick, but also for gossip!

        "Oh, and ask if you can try it on. They will say no, but at least ask. And the thong you buy better be small and revealing. It it's not, we'll just make you go back." 

        "I, eh, I don't have any money." 

        Matt grinned.  "Don't worry. I lifted your credit card last night. Here it is.  Oh I used it to buy a few things this morning." He handed Paul the card. 

           The next ten minutes were a nightmare for Paul. The girls working in the shop saw Matt Henshaw and his buddies standing in the doorway watching, so they knew it was some kind of prank or joke. But they also knew they wanted to impress Matt. The shopgirls laughed right out loud and sneered at Paul in his stupid outfit. 

       "Have you sucked Matt Henshaw's dick?" One of the girls asked him. "I have. And it's yummy!" she added. 

       "You may have sucked his dick, but so has every good looking girl in town. He fucked me twice. Twice. That means he really likes me and he will date me again, I just know it." Said Vicki, waving toward Matt in the doorway. Matt waved and called her over. 

       "See, he wants to talk to me."  She bounced over, her huge tits moving on their own. He wrapped an arm around her, and the other girls were jealous. Then Matt whispered something in her ear. She shook her head, no! the with one hand he reached down and cupped her pussy right through her clothes. He kissed her on the neck. And eventually she agreed to whatever he was saying. 

        Meanwhile poor Paul was asking about thongs. The giggling girls showed him several. They were nothing more than cunt straps of very thin material, hardly wider than the lips of a girl's pussy. Paul finally settled on one.  

       "May I try it on, please?" he asked. 

       Vicki stepped up. "Certainly!" 

       "Huh?" Paul blubbered. He knew it was illegal to try on underwear in a store. 

       "I said, yes, you may try it on and model it for all of us."  Vicki smiled and threw a glance over at Matt and his friends. 

       "Vicki, we can't do that. We'll be fired."  

       "Yes, we can. There's nobody else in the store right now. Except Paul, you can't use the regular dressing rooms because you are leaking dick drip all  over. So use the hallway in the rear that leads to the stock rooms.  Let's all go back there and watch him chance to make sure he doesn't shop lift." 

        "We're going to watch him?" One of the other girls said, eying Paul's thick pulsing prick in the tight pink shorts. 

        "That's what we are here for. To help customers make selections. Come on, Paul." She led the frightened boy to a wide brightly lit hallway behind the store. The four shop girls gathered around. 

        "Okay Paul, you may try on the thong now." 

        Even though Paul had been forced to strip naked at the party the previous evening, there was something obscene about having to do it here in a public shopping mall watched by girls from his school. 

       "Take off your top first, so we can get the full effect of the thong."  

        Paul stripped off his tee shirt. He stood there with his bare chest on display, feeling totally weak and stupid and foolish. 

        Next he kicked off his flip flops. then he started to undo his pink shorts.  

        "Do I really have to do this?" He cried, tears running down his cute face.  

        "Do you want me to tell Matt you were unruly?"  Vicki beamed, remembering that Matt had promised to fuck her for helping. 

         With shaking fingers Paul undid the shorts and peeled them off, careful to keep his underpants on. He stood there looking pretty stupid in just his tight white briefs. A high school boy at the mercy of a bunch of female students and sales clerks.   

         "Come on, Paul, don't be shy. Take off the underpants!"   

          Paul's dick had shrunken from his swollen hard state to a still hefty but flaccid hunk of meat. Fear had done that. He was also sweating. With a groan and a sigh, he peeled down his underpants, leaving himself totally bare assed naked in front of the girls. 

        "Say, not bad. Look at the fuckmeat on the boy! I wouldn't mind some of that."  One of the girls said in appreciation. 

        "That's nothing compared to Matt's dick." Vicki piped up. 

        "That's right, Matt's is much bigger," said the girl who had sucked Matt. 

        Vicki spun on the girl. "But you never felt it in your cunt! You can't judge it until you feel it in your cunt!" Vicki could be a real bitch when she wanted to be. 

        The other girl tried to save face. " I've had Leroy Stevenson in my cunt, so I know what big dick feels like."  She retorted. 

        Vicki let her sneer be seen by the other girls.  "That's nigger dick. I am talking about really big hefty throbbing white boy dick! Nigger dick doesn't count." 

        "It does too count. And you shouldn't call it that. That's racist. It's African American Dick." 

        All the girls knew that African American Dick was generally pretty large. Most of the girls secretly wished to get fucked by a black boy, so the girl's statement carried some weight with them. Of course they would never marry a black boy, but getting fucked by one was something else again. 

          Paul stood there totally naked and humiliated while the girls argued about the merits of black cock. Typical high school girl chatter. Finally they turned their attention back to the terrified boy and told him to go ahead and try on the thong. Vicki held the thin strip of cunt covering out to Paul.  

        "Come here and get it, Paul. Don't be shy. My, my  your dick is just getting smaller and smaller, isn't it?" 

        Paul wanted to cover his dick and balls, but knew it would only cause more trouble. So he walked toward Vicki and the girls.

         'No, Paul. I want you to get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here." Vicki was trying hard to impress the other girls.

          With a helpless shudder, Paul Marshall sank to his knees and started to crawl over toward the girls. He felt so low. Lower than any animal.  

         "Can you spread your legs a little when you crawl. We want to see your nuts swing." 

          Paul spread his legs so his scrotum would sway when he crawled. The girls giggled and "oooooowed" the humiliated boy.  When he got to the giris, Vicki decided she wanted a ride around the hallway on Paul's back. So she climbed on and made him carry her. Now she was truly impressing the others. 

          Finally Paul was allowed to try on the thong. It was ludicrous. The cunt strap was so thin his big balls were not covered at all. They hung out on each side, looking even larger than they were. He tried to tuck his dick beneath the thong strap, but it was actually thinner than even his flaccid cock. He stood there looking pretty stupid. 

         "I think it fits fine," one of the girls said behind her laughing. "He'll look real good that way at the gym." 

         But Vicki shook her head. 'I'm not so sure. You know how boys are always throwing hard on. What happens if Paul gets a big old hard on at the gym. Will the thong fit then? Paul, you'd better give yourself a hard on and let us see."

          "Oh God, WHY DON'T YOU STOP?" Paul growled through clenched teeth. 

          "Why don't you give yourself a nice hard on, or should I go tell Matt you were a naughty boy?" 

           Paul reached down and started to finger his dick in front of the high school girls. 

          "Boys are always playing with themselves. I think it's disgusting." One girl said with a big smile on her face. 

          "It's just cause it's hanging there, so they play with it in school and everything. We can't play with our pussies in school." 

          Vicki beamed. "Who says we can't? I fingered it right in front of Mr. Colson the new young English teacher the other day." 

          'You didn't!" the girls all shouted. 

           "Did so. Two fingers way up the cunt canal right in English class. He had this huge hard on in his trousers. I'll bet I get an A." 

          "Look, Paul's dick is starting to get hard again. And it's leaking again. Boys are always leaking." 

          The slut who had sucked off Matt couldn't let that go by. "Matt's dick leak tastes so good." She said trying to gain points. 

           Vicki shot her a look. "Better than nigger dickleak?"  That shut her up.  

           Paul stood there with his dick rock hard again and leaking like crazy. 

          "Good, now try to fit it in the thong."  

           Well it was stupid. It wouldn't even fit in the fucking thong when it was flaccid. Now it stuck up slapping his belly with only the thin thong strap to partially cover the dick stalk. The balls hung out on either side. 

         "I don't know about you girls. But I think that looks really nice. That will look great at the gym, Paul. But you better go out and show Matt and see if he approves." 

         "Jesus, God, I can't go out into the store like this, Naked except for a girl's thong. And with a hard on. Please." 

         "Paul Marshall, the minute you start to cry, your dick goes soft. Now get it nice and hard and go out and show Matt." 

         It was a thoroughly humiliated and ruined Paul Marshall who stepped on bare feet into the luxurious store to greet Matt Henshaw and his buddies. From the rear, the girls watched the teenage boy's smooth belt streaked buns rise and fall as he walked. His big balls wobbled on each side of the strap. His dick squirted pre-fuck spurts up on to his stomach. He felt like someone in a prison camp or something. The carpeting beneath his naked feet making him feel all the more vulnerable. 

         Matt howled at the top of his lungs and slapped his thighs. The other guys busted a gut too.  

        "That is fucking beautiful. That is perfect, Paul! I picked out a few other thongs for you while you were changing, just in case your taste was bad. Use your credit card to buy them all, it only comes to a little over a hundred dollars. Paul, your dick is getting soft. I warned you about that." 

         "It got soft in the back hallway too. More than once." Vicki said. 

         Matt shook his cute head.  "Oh, he'll be punished for that. You can be sure."

         Paul stood there in Victoria's Secret masturbating his dick in a girl's thong and crying like a baby.  


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