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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!
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