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Paul was a fucking mess when Matt and the high school boys finished with him. His naked body was coated with sweat and cum. His face covered with spooge, spit and ass slime. His hair had sperm in it. He lay in exhausted agony on the floor in the tent in the middle of the sporting goods store in the mall. His body ached, and his asshole throbbed from the stretching it had taken. Eventually he knew he had to move, to get up, get dressed, and get out of the tend and the mall before he was discovered. The only ray of hope in all of this was that perhaps Matt was finished with him. Perhaps this had been the ultimate torture, and now he would be left alone to pick up the pieces of his life. He would have to change high schools. he could not go every day, facing at least ten guys who had worked him over and scads of other teens who had seen him humiliated at the party.
Paul ran his hand over his face and it came away covered with slime. He looked for something to clean himself with, and then the horror of his situation dawned on him. There was nothing in the tent. Nothing! Not a shred of clothing. Not even the shorts and tee shirt. Not even the thong. He was totally bare assed naked in a tent in a store without anything to cover himself. HOW WOULD HE GET OUT? HOW WOULD HE GET HOME? He started to tremble in fear. What if someone found him. They would call security and he would be arrested. Then the entire town would think he was a faggot pervert. Poor cute young paul was in a state of utter panic. How long he sat there, terrified to eve breath, lest someone hear him, he didn't know. It must have been hours. And then, to his complete horror, the tent flap lifted and light from the store poured in and covered his bare assed cum covered body.
It was the kid who worked in the store. The jock. Paul couldn't even remember his name. He had seen the kid around school, but never talked to him. There were over eight hundred guys at Paul's high school. Was it Kyle, or Pete, or...
"Jesus Christ, it smells like cock in here!" The jock laughed and entered the tent. He immediately started to undo his trousers. "I've only got a short break, so this has to be quick."
"Wha...what has to be quick?" Paul looked like a frightened puppy.
"The suck job you are going to give me, Asswipe!"
"I'm not going to do anything. I am not gay."
The jock laughed. "Yeah, right! Look at yourself, Shitface! How the fuck are you going to get out of the mall? How the fuck are you going to explain all of this to mall security? Matt Henshaw told me to get you safely out of the mall, if you sucked my dick first." He smiled and lowered his trousers and boxer shorts to reveal a hefty hunk of fuckmeat already erecting, hanging over a nice large pair of lightly haired teenage nuts.
Paul scrambled to his knees, not to suck, but to beg the high school boy. "Please, just listen to me. None of this is my fault. Matt Henshaw is making me do this. He is making me look like a faggot. I am not a queer. I like girls. Please, they are ruining my life. Just help me!" The words tumbled out so quickly, so hysterically, that spittle dripped from the boy's chin.
"Look, Faggot, it is none of my business. I know one thing, you do not cross Matt Henshaw. It's that simple. If I cross him, his dad closes down this story, and my Pa goes out of business. So, let's just get this over with. You suck my dick, and I help you get out of the Mall without being seen naked and covered in jizz. How you get home is your problem. You don't suck my dick, and I call security." The muscular young dude just stood there over Paul, his fat dick bouncing a little with tension, a clear drop of moisture appearing at the fat pisshole.
"Oh God, please listen. I am not gay! I swear to God I am not a fucking faggot."
"Look, Cumdump, I'm not gay either. I got a fucking girlfriend. But I also got a dick and it's hard and I could use a good blowjob, and Matt Henshaw said I should get one from you. I don't want to have to tell him I failed. So get sucking and let's get this over with.
"Paul sighed and his chest rose and fell with defeat. Had he any tears left, they would have run down his cute face, but his eyes were cried out. His breathing grew ragged as he dragged himself toward yet another teenage dick. He was now a cocksucker whether he wanted to be or not. One could not suck as many cocks as he had and not be a cocksucker. He would be a cocksucker for life, even if he never sucked another one. He felt his sexuality had been destroyed. He would never look upon sex the same. He opened his mouth and moved in.
"Wait a second, Dicklips! The jock smiled down at him. I want a really first class suck job. I got a fifteen minute break, so do a good job. Start out by licking my sweaty balls, and then go to work on the prick. Use your tongue and lips and while you suck, massage the bottom of my dick with your tongue. I feel teeth, I call security. If you do a good job, I might let you suck me at school once in a while when my girlfriend is on the rag. Now come on, show some enthusiasm!"
Paul tried to look enthused. He knelt up and bathed the hairy teenage scrotum with his tongue. It was sweaty and tasted salty. He lifted each nut on his tongue and covered it with spit. He sucked on the sack skin, and he licked up where the sack joined the crotch, getting his tongue in the cracks and crevices. Then, he licked up and down the stalk of the dick.
"That's great, suck my prick hair clean too." Paul sucked on the boy's pubic hair. Then he licked back down the stalk of the dick to the large leaking head. He scooped up the pre-fuck hanging in strings from the pisshole with is tongue and swallowed it. He really had learned in just two days to be an expert cocksucker.
"Do you suck ass?" The jock asked, looking down at the slurping teen.
"No..." Paul answered quickly.
"Fucking liar, Matt said you gave a really good ass suck. Get to work!" The jock turned and presented his muscular ass cheeks with their deep crack to Paul. The kid helped by reaching back and spreading his smooth globes to reveal his brown wrinkled asshole. Paul sighed again, and this time there was a tremble in his breath. How much more could he stand? He leaned up and in to reach the boy's asshole with his lips.
"Lick up and down the whole sweaty ass crack first!" The kid warned. Paul licked the teenager's ass crack from the base of the balls to the top of the crack. Then he tongued the asshole itself, flicking his tongue over the corrugated wrinkle of the hole. Then, as he had learned to do, he worked his tongue into the asshole, wiggling it as he pushed.
"Oh, yeah! That is awesome, faggot. I can't get my girlfriend to suck my ass! But you'll do just fine." He could have had Paul suck on his young muscular ass all day, but his break time was running out and he had not blown his load. "Okay, you can suck my ass more at school. For now just suck my dick. I need to shoot and get back to work."
Paul pulled his juice slick face from the ass and he jock turned around to present his dick once again. Paul licked the dick all over and then started to suck.
"Oh, fuck, that is awesome. You are one hell of a cocksucker!"
Paul wanted it over quickly, so he sucked as hard and as efficiently as he could. Before long, the jock arched his back and with his nuts bouncing on Paul's chin, he shot a terrific load of sperm right down the sucker's throat.
"Swallow that cockslime, you fucking faggot!" he hissed, working his thick dick deeper into the boy's throat and spurting his jizz into Paul's gullet. Paul's stomach already sloshed with cum, and this new load, made him want to vomit. But he controlled himself. He swallowed dutifully, and eventually the cock stopped spitting and started to grow flaccid. The jock pulled out of Paul's mouth and wiped his dick in the boy's hair. He checked his watch. "Jesus, it's been twenty minutes. I got to open the store again. My dad let's me close it for my breaks, but he gets pissed if customers complain. Come on, let's get you out of here."
Shoving his floppy cock back into his pants and opening the tent flap, the jock led the way back out into the store. Paul was terrified to leave the tent.
"Can't I have some clothes? Please?"
"Look, Fuckface, Matt's orders were for me to help you get out of the mall naked without being seen. Those were his orders. I don't cross Matt Henshaw. Obviously you did. Now move your ass. I am going to take you out the back way, through the stock room corridor. There is a door that leads to the outside."
Paul scrambled from the tent, squinting his eyes at the bright light. His balls swung and his dick flopped as he crawled to his feet.
The clerk laughed. "Holy shit, are you a fucking mess."
Paul looked down in shame. He could see pecker tracks and white and sickly yellow and brownish streaks across the pale smooth flesh of his body. "Please give me something to cover myself!" He begged.
"And get Matt Henshaw pissed at me? No way. Now follow me. And be quick. I don't need to get caught up in the middle of all this." The kid led Paul to the rear of the store and into some kind of back store room. Paul could still taste the other boy's cum in his mouth. Paul padded on bare feet, feeling totally vulnerable. Once he was outside, how would he get home? He lived almost thirty minutes from the mall by car. He would need to go through the woods that backed the mall and around the long way, through back yards and along the railroad tracks.
"This way." the jock led him down a dimly lit hallway toward a pair of double doors. "These doors open at the rear of the mall. You can cut across the small parking lot to the woods."
"Oh God, I am so scared." Paul said, but it got him no sympathy from the jock who just kind of chuckled nervously. "Go on, get out of here!" He opened the large metal doors and at the same time gave Paul a rough shove. Paul stumbled through the doors into the light, and found himself not outside at all. He was standing in the main atrium of the mall with hundreds of shoppers all round him. He stood there totally bare assed naked, his dick and balls on full display. He looked around in terror. He had been tricked again. This was a new torture devised by Matt and his buddies. He heard wild laughter and someone yelled out, "Look it's that faggot, Paul Marshall!" Paul looked up to see Matt and his friends on the second level looking down at him and pointing. Other people turned to look. Three boys of about twelve screamed with laughter. A mother covered the eyes of her eight year old girl. Some teenage girls took out cellphones and snapped pictures of the naked youth. Paul totally lost it. He turned and banged on the steel doors behind him, but the jock would not open them. Now Paul's cute round ass was revealed to everyone. A crowd of about fifty had gathered to look at the naked boy. Most laughed, but some yelled for security.
Paul sobbed uncontrollably. He spun around and started to run for the mall entrance. He had to run through scads of shocked shoppers. Paul's cock and balls flopped wildly as he ran. He saw some kids from school and some others from his church. His legs felt as if they would give out. He slipped on the polished stone floor and went down hard on his naked ass. People roared with laughter. He scrambled back to his feet, looking around wildly. More then seventy people were following him toward the mall entrance, shouting and calling him names. He ran faster and faster, pushing through people entering the mall. He started to scream himself, a scream of anguish.
Out, out into the sunlight of the main parking lot. Hundreds upon hundreds of cars. Over one hundred people moving toward him, stopping and pointing at his bare assed body. He turned back toward the mall. People closing in on him from that direction, now led by a security guard, yelling into a walkie-talkie. Paul bolted across the concrete of the parking lot and ducked down between two cars. Then, bent over, he tried to get lost in the maze of parked autos. People followed, making an event of it. Once Paul skirted a Chevy Cavelier only to run into a boy of about thirteen with his mother. The woman screamed, but the boy looked at Paul's swinging dick with delight.
Paul turned to his left and ran between rows of cars. He headed for the woods at the rear of the mall. His cum streaked body was not battered and bruised. His left ass cheek and hip hurt where he had fallen. He was in a state hysteria. Finally he reached the woods and threw himself onto the ground, panting with exhaustion. His hands clawed at dirt and leaves, and he dug his toes into the ground. He could take no more of this. He had to leave. He had to get out of this town. He had to run away. But what then would happen to his family? What would Matt do to them in revenge? Surly Matt must sense that this had gone much too far. He must know that Paul simply could not take any more abuse.
Surly Matt had to understand that. He would talk to matt tomorrow at school. He would beg Matt to go on to some other kid, to have his fun if he must, but to leave Paul alone. After all, hadn't Paul undergone enough? Paul crawled to his knees. He had trouble standing. He began to make his long journey home, naked and bruised. Little did he know that what had happened to him during this horrible weekend was nothing compared with the abuse he would have to face at school the next day.
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