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Paul's Slavery

Part 31






   Paul stood outside the locker room and leaned against the wall. His ass was throbbing with pain from the fisting he had received earlier in the day. He thought he might need a doctor. The inside of his ass burned like it was on fire and the outside felt like something was torn or ripped apart. His head swam and sometimes he saw fleck of white that blotted out his vision. He felt like he needed to puke, but he had felt that way all day. When he was seated alone in the lunchroom because none of the kids would sit near him, some of Matt's friends had brought him a sandwich to onto which they had blown their noses. They also brought him a large plastic water cup filled with piss. They watched to make sure he ate the entire snot sandwich and drank the entire glass of boy urine. 

    Paul knew if he was late, Matt would punish him further, so he pushed himself off the wall and struggling to keep his balance, he entered the locker room. 

A whoop went up as he was spoted. Thirty totally bare assed naked teenage boys, most with iron hard peckers were waiting for him. "FAGGOT, FAGGOT, FAGGOT," They shouted with testosterone filled lusty teenage male voices. They high fived each other and jumped and their big fat teenage dicks flopped about and their full young balls swung and slapped their thighs. 

    "Get those fucking clothes off, Asswipe!" Mat said, standing in the middle of the room, his gigantic erect prick red and bobbing. Paul let the huge trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them. He peeled his teen shirt off and kicked off his shoes. He had been allowed no socks, so he was now as naked as the others. 

    "Aren't you happy to see us, Fuckface? You have twenty seconds to get that prick hard to show us how happy you are to see us!" Matt bellowed the the naked jocks cheered. Paul's hand flew down to his dick and he started to yank on it. His eyes couldn't focus clearly and his tongue hung slightly out of his mouth as he did it, giving him the appearance of the village idiot. But his prick was randy from not being able to cum, so it stood out like a fucking flagpole in spite of his fear. 

    "Get over here."  

    Paul dropped to his hands and knees and started to crawl toward the roomful of jocks. He remembered to keep his  back arched so his fist-fucked ass rode high and to keep his legs spread so his large nuts swung. 

    "I got to say, he is getting pretty fucking good." Matt announced, and the naked jocks fisted their leaking dicks and whooped again.  "Greet some of your fellow classmates on the way over here!" Matt ordered, and as Paul crawled he started to kiss the cocks and scrotums of the boys he passed. Slobbering over cocks and balls no longer disgusted him. He was getting used to it. The boys used this abuse to inflate their jock egos. "Taste good, Faggot?" one asked him. "You love my big fat cuntbuster, don't you, Shitbrain?" said another. "Oh yeah, lick it like a lollipop." said another. 

   Finally Paul got to the center of the room, looking up at Matt's arm thick fat hunk of teenage fuckmeat. Matt smiled down at him and scratched his nuts, causing both dick and balls to jiggle and shake. 

   "Some of the boys got a bit dick jumpy and just couldn't wait, and twenty or so other dudes couldn't make it today, so we have a special treat for you."  with one bare foot, he pushed forward a large quart sized jar. It was filled with boy sperm. "The boys jerked off into this jar so you wouldn't miss any of their nice tasty jizz.  So go ahead my friend, drink it all down!"  There must have been the fuckslop of over forty teenage boys filling the jar. The slime was a thick off white with globs of thicker white spooge mixed in with the more watery yellowish scum. Paul had to hold down his puke just looking at it. 

    "Come on, Paul, we don't have all day. Drink it down so you can suck our cocks." 

     Paul saw that the outside of the jar was coated with semen as well. It was slippery and sticky at the same time. He carefully picked up the jar and brought it to his lips. His hands trembled. "You drop that, you are dead meat!" Matt warned.  Paul tilted the jar and spead his cocksucker lips. He felt the fuck goo slop into his mouth and pour over his tongue. He was drinking cum! He was drinking the cold old cum of randy teenage jocks. 

Some perverted men would pay alot for a quart jar filled with teenage jock cum. They would love to drink it and pour it on their salads and use it as a sauce over their steaks, and eat it as pudding. Some perverts would go nuts for a nice big jar filled with teenage cockslop, but not Paul. For the poor boy, it was another horror. Another indignity. Another humiliation heaped on the dozens of others.  Cum dripped from his chin and ran down across his chest. 

    "Drink slowly. Don't waste any. Look guys, he's so thirsty for it, he wants to chug it!"  To Paul it felt like he was swallowing oatmeal, but the taste was unmistakable. He was becoming a cockslop gourmet. And then  it happened. He could drink no more, and yet almost a third of the jar remained. His stomach ached and felt full. It was so thick that it was clogging his tubes, choking him. He felt dizzy. His breathing grew heavy and then he went down on all fours and barfed his guts out. He puked up boy cum and lunch bread and snot and piss. It splattered onto the locker room floor. The jocks howled and stepped back. Poor Paul puked until his stomach ached. The cum shot out of his mouth onto the floor where it spread into a lake of disgusting waste. He curled his bare toes, and his shoulders bent. His tight young tummy fluttered and he dry heaved some more. For a moment he forgot about the searing pain in his asshole. 

     "Well, that wasn't very polite of you, now was it, Paul?"  Matt asked, kicking the boy in the balls with one bare foot. As Matt kicked a long string of pre-fuck hung down from the wide pisshole of his massive cunt ram. He was such a perfect teenage boy. Such a perfect specimen of young manhood, it wasn't hard to understand why everyone worshipped him. And he had money and power on top of physical perfection. 

     "Guess what, Paul. Now you are going to have to lick up everything you puked out!" 

      "I can't, Sir. I just can't take any more!" Paul's words were hardly intelligible.  

       A wet towel snapped from somewhere and a bright pink mark appeared on Paul's hunky young ass. 

      "Lick up what you vomited, and do it now! You still have a third of the jar of cum to drink." 

      Paul bent his cute face down to the tiled floor on which hundreds of boys had walked with bare feet that day and stuck out his wide pink tongue and started to lick up the cumpuke he had vomited. 

      "Hurry up, man, I need my dick sucked and I have to get home for dinner!" One cute curly headed jock said, fingering his leaking prick. 

      "Yeah, Faggot, I got to study for a big test tomorrow. My balls need to be drained." Another African-American athlete said, hefting his large chocolate brown nuts. Let's face facts readers, the most important thing in the life of a boy of sixteen and seventeen is to empty his nuts. It takes priority over everything else. And it has to happen two to five times a day...every day. Paul had his work cut out for him. 

       Once again his family stood in mute shock as the sperm covered boy entered the house. This time he wore no pants but some other boy's dirty jock strap. His trousers had been used to mop up more puke and cum. Instead of a tee shirt, he wore a bra! To make matters worse, a used tampon was hanging out of his sore asshole. His mother and Marie started to cry. His father shook his head in disgust and helped the boy into the bathroom, but Bud stood there with a strange gleam in his hunky workman's eyes. To see his own kid brother forced to wear a bra and some kid's filthy pecker pouch. To see his cute teenage face and hair covered with cum. It did something to Bud. He grabbed Marie by the arm. "Come on, we got time for a quick fuck before dinner." 

        "Not now, Bud, I don't want to leave your Mom alone. She is distraught enough. I am afraid she will have a breakdown." 

       "And what about me and my fucking dick? Don't you care about that any more!" He looked like a big muscular baby. So cute. So dangerous! 

        Marie kissed him on the cheek and let her hand rub over the swollen straining bulge in Bud's pants.  "You know how much I care. And you know how much I love your penis. Don't I tell you every day? I know how vein men are about their cock, and how they need to be complimented on them. You have the most beautiful cock in the whole world!"  She smiled. "And I love it when you fuck me, even though it hurts like hell."  

       "it's supposed to, " he said, squeezing her tits. "I love you." He said, kissing her nose and then her eyes. There was some kind of struggle going on inside of Bud. Something that scared him. He had always basically been a really good guy. 

        As they finished dinner, the Marshall family was surprised by hearing the doorbell. Paul's mom went and returned looking white as a sheet with Matt Henshaw and four of his high school jock friends. 

    "Hi, Marshall's. I thought I'd join you for tonight's family fun hour. And I hope you don't mind, but I brought some of my buddies along." Two of the high school thugs, large well muscled brutes, sauntered right over to the dining room table and scoopped up some of the leftover food with their fingers and chowed down. Teenage boys are always hungry it seems. 

    "How you doing, Mrs. Marshall," Matt said with a big smile to Paul's mother. "My my, you are one pretty older woman. You look good enough to fuck!" 

    Paul's dad stood up, almost knocking over his chair. "I won't have you talk to my wife that way!"  One of the jocks spun and slammed the beefy older man back into his chair.  

    "I will talk to your fucking bitch slut of a wife any fucking way I want to! I will stick her fucking head in the toilet and flush it if I want to. I have will have her suck off the neighborhood dog if I fucking want to. And you won't do a fucking thing about it!" Matt screamed. It was so seldom he truly lost his temper that is shocked everyone. He spun around to face Bud whose hands were knotted into fists.  "And I will fucking make your new bride Marie suck out my shithole if I want to I will make her eat my shit and drink my piss, if I fucking want to. You you, big boy, won't do a fucking thing about it. Cause you don' want to end up being the ass bitch to a convict named Bubba!"   Matt pulled a paper out of his jacked and threw it down.  "See that. It's a warrant  for the arrest of both Bud and his dad! All I got to do is deliver it. We got plenty of proof and plenty of witnesses. You won't see sunlight for twenty years! Now shall we all go into the living room for Family Fun Time?" 

         Matt sat on the couch, holding the drink he had forced Bud to mix for him. He made Marie sit next to him and boldly fondled her big tits. He had forced the entire family to get naked, so now he could pull and twist Marie's fat brown nipples. She was made to sit with her legs apart so the boys could get a good look at her cunt. The entire family was filled with shame. Paul's mother, naked and red with humiliation, was once again given camera duties. The boys had teased her by slapping her slightly sagging tits and fingering her hairy cunt. Paul's dad was crying pretty heavily as he stood helpless with his big dick dangling. 

     "I think I'll have Marie suck my dick while I watch tonight's activities."  Matt announced.  "Is that okay with you, Bud, if Marie sucks my dick?" 

     Bud hung his head. He was seeing red, but what could he do? 

      "I asked you a question. Is it okay if your new bride sucks my dick, Bud?"

       "Yes, it's okay..." Bud mumbled,his knuckles white from the fists he made, but his meaty pecker hanging strangely full and thicker than ever. 

      " I hope she doesn't prefer the taste of my dick to yours, you being newlyweds and all. It would be a darned shame if she was cockhungry for the taste of my pecker when she had a brand new husband with such a nice big fat tasty fucker of his  own for her to enjoy. But you know how cunts are. They taste the flavor of a big new dick, and wham, they are hooked. You better hope, Bud, my friend, that your little wifey never gets a taste of black dick. Cunts go crazy once they taste nigger dick. They will leave their husbands and children and whore themselves on the street just to get more black dick in their mouths. Got to be something in the flavor. Oh look, little Marie is crying. Honey, don't cry. Your sucking my big fat fucker is going to keep your husband out of prison so you can still enjoy his fuckmeat up your cunt and asshole! But on with the entertainment. Bud, Dad, get your dicks hard. Because tonight's fun time involves you fucking Paul in the ass!"    Poor Paul couldn't believe it, even though he had known it all day. He couldn't believe that his own father and his dear big brother were about to shove their dicks up his asshole. Things just could not be this horrible. God wouldn't let things get this bad. He saw his father with a dead defeated look in his eyes reach down and start to finger his own large meaty cock. His balls jiggled as he pumped his fucker. Paul's mother was crying audibly again. One of the jocks was playing with her nipples. It was a sick scene out of some nightmare.  

   "Don't be shy, Marie, take my dick out of my pants." Matt told her. He loved to make the bitches do all the work. After all, they were getting the joy of sucking on the cock, why shouldn't they work for it. 

    "I'll fuck Paul, but please, I am begging you, don't make Marie suck your dick." Bud said. He was visibly trembling which made his hard prick wobble and leak.

    "Come on, Bud, what is a friendly dick suck between buddies? It's not like I'm going to ruin her mouth or anything. You're hung as big as I am, you've stretched her throat dozens of times, I bet. She does deep throat, doesn't she?"  Marie sobbed and Matt laughed and wound his fingers in her hair and brought her pretty face down to his fat leaking teen fuckmeat. 

     "God, please don't do this to us, Matt. Please!" But fell to his knees, tears running down his rugged face. It was odd to see such a macho, masculine stud on his knees crying. 

     "It won't do any good, Bud," Paul said suddenly, his own teenage voice thick and strangled with the day's abuse. "He'll make us do it anyway. It's no good to beg. Just fuck my ass and get it over with!" 

      Matt laughed. 'Now that's the attitude. Paul here has the right idea. Dad, what say you start? Fuck your son's ass while Paul sucks on Bud's big fat prick and Bud's wife sucks mine! And Mom, you keep a steady camera there, don't let Kyle's fingers playing with your dirty old cunt distract you!"  Matt leaned Marie's face up to look into her eyes. "And Bitch, I want you to make lots of noise, so your husband can hear you slobbering over my dick!" 

     After the fist fuck earlier in the day, the pain in Paul's ass was excruciating when his own father shoved his fat cock up Paul's rectum. Paul literally feared he would pass out from the pain. Only licking Bud's big sweaty balls and sucking on his plum sized prick head kept him distracted. Bud looked down as if in a daze at his little brother slurping on his fuckmeat. It reminded him of the incident in bed last night, and for some reason the dick swelled even larger and the veins pushed out even more and pre-cum bubbled out of the fat pisshole. He looked over at his sweet wife Marie, her face stuffed with Matt's dick. He looked over Paul's kneeling body at his own father, shoving his fucker up Paul's asshole so hard they could hear his balls slapping flesh. 

     "That's the way, Dad. Fuck your son nice and hard. If you go too easy on him, it won't count and we'll need to do it all over again. Fuck your boy!"  

     Paul's father, tears streaming down his face, slammed his beer can thick dick into his son's asshole. He had no choice. I was fate. They were victims. He glanced over at his poor wife, filming the whole thing, while some son of a bitch high school jock fingered her cunt. Her nipples were rock hard and her breathing was heavy. 

     "Jesus, your wife sucks good, Bud. Now Dad, pull your dick out of Paul's ass and crawl around to his face and shove it in his mouth. I hope it's not too covered in shit. And Bud, you take a whack at your bro's ass, okay?" 

      The  high school boy was fucked by his father and brother. He sucked his own ass slime off his father's slick pink fuckmeat while behind him, his own older brother spread his ass cheeks and rammed his long thick prick balls deep into his tortured asshole. He wanted to die. Life no longer held any meaning for him. All was chaos.  And then things got even worse. 

      "Bud did you know that your sweet cocksucking wife here, sampled Paul's dick?"  Bud froze in mid fuck, his eyes like black holes turned toward Matt and Marie busily slurping on his prick. "That's right. Oh, my, I'll bet they didn't tell you. That night she picked up Paul from my party, she was so fucking horny, that Paul just had to shove his big sloppy teenage fucker into her wet itchy snatch! You had barely gotten married a few weeks before, and here your own brother was banging the bitch! She's a cock hound, I got to say that for her!"  

       Marie was wailing, and Matt had to slam her face back onto his dick to keep her quiet. 

      "That's a lie. That is a fucking lie!" Bud said, poised with his cockhead in Paul's stretched asshole. Paul was gagging on his father's cock and trying to say something. 

      "Kyle, show Bud the photos!"  Kyle threw them, not wanting to stop fingering Mom's pussy. The pictures of Paul fucking Marie on the desk of Matt's dad's office fluttered around Bud. His eyes grew wide and his nostrils flared as he saw the images.

       "You God damned bastard..." He screamed at Paul. 

       "It wathen rike tha...he made uth do ih!" Paul protested, his mouth filled with Daddy-dick. 

        With a growl, Bud slammed his horse cock up his brother's rectum as hard as he could.  Paul wailed  and his father shoved more dick into his mouth. 

       Bud fucked with a vegeance. His face was a mask of hatred. He started to slap Paul's ass on the outstrokes. Then he pulled his dick out completely and then slammed it back in. "I will fucking rip you a new pussy! You fucking traitor! You God damned piece of shit!"  Paul was screaming from the pain as he was ass fucked brutally by his own brother and mouth fucked by his father. Bud turned to Matt. "Shove your dick down that whore's throat!" 

      "That's the attitude I like to see, Bud." Matt laughed, "Would you mind if Marie sucked my friends off too? I'll bet Paul has been fucking her ever since that night. She did say something mid fuck about how his dick felt so much better in her cunt than yours! Personally, I think she prefers teenage dick. Of course your dad could fuck her and try her out. She might enjoy thick mature dick!" He looked down at Marie who was sobbing hysterically. "Keep sucking you piece of shit!" 

     All in all, It was not a good night for the Marshall family!   


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