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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."
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