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Paul stood once again in the middle of Matt's large bedroom totally bare assed naked. He was crying quite hard. Tears ran down this very attractive teenage boy face and dripped from his chin onto his well defined chest. He stood there with a soiled jock strap in his mouth. He stood there with the handle of a broom shoved up his ass. he could hardly move. Each time he even shifted weight on his big naked teen feet, the wooden handle of the broom would send waves of pain through his guts. What had happened to him? How had he allowed things to get so out of hand? What could he do? He had never imagined in a million years that Matt's hold over him would take a turn into sexual sadism. Was it the pain or the humiliation or a combination of both that caused Paul to sob uncontrollably? Slowly he moved about the room, adjusting his positions to the broom hanging from his rectum. He had already straightened up the room, and now he dusted the desk, the chair, the bed posts, the computer, the window sill, the posters of naked girls that Matt had on the wall. He wanted desperately to remove the broom from his asshole, but he knew he didn't dare, or Matt and the delivery boys would only think of worse things to make him do...perhaps suck their dicks.
Finally the room looked pretty good, well more than pretty good. It was cleaner than most teenage boys' rooms ever are. Then the door opened and Matt entered, that charming smile on his face as always.
"How you doing, Buddy?"
Paul couldn't answer because of the jock strap in his mouth.
"You can take the strap out of your mouth now." Paul did so.
"So are you okay?" Matt slapped Paul on the bare shoulder.
"How can I be okay? Look what you have done to me!" Paul snapped back.
Matt frowned. "Hey, hey hey, we are just having a little fun, Dude, no need to get nasty. Jeez, Paul, can't you see we are just fooling around? My room looks really nice. Did you get in all the corners and everything?" Matt sauntered around the room, testing surfaces for dust. "It looks really nice. Just in case some kids want to come up here and use my bed to fuck tonight. You know how parties get. He, Dude, I bet you forgot this though!" Matt reached down and lifted his mattress. From beneath it he pulled out a washcloth. But the cloth was totally stiff and stuck together. It was a cum rag. It was the rag that Matt shot into when he was in bed and needed to blow a load. It was months old and totally stiff with boy jizz and stuck together with spooge.
"I should have washed this months ago. I must have been using it for half a year or more. Christ, look at all the dried cum! It's stiff as a board. Here, Paul, you better clean it."
Matt held the cum rag with two fingers as if it was lethal or something. Paul took it between two of his own. It was truly gross.
"You better just throw it away." Paul said.
"Naw, it's still a good washcloth under all that spunk. I think you better suck it clean!"
Paul's handsome face crumpled and folded like the spunky cloth itself. His eyes couldn't focus for a moment.
"What are you trying to do to me, Matt? What is this all about?" He was trembling as he held the jizz rag.
"I told you, I get off on it. Now come on. Suck the fuckrag clean and I'll let you take the broom out of your pussy."
Can you imagine how any teenage boy would detest his asshole being called a pussy? Can you imagine what Paul was going through? He stood there with fresh tears brimming in his eyes. Snot ran from his cute nose. He was a fucking mess. It was a nightmare from which he prayed to awaken. But he didn't. The horror continued.
"Come on, Paul. Don't let me down now. Put the sperm catcher in your mouth and suck on it! You already tasted my jizz from my prick pouch. I leak into my jock all the time, so you tasted plenty of it. So this won't be so bad. Who knows, you might even discover you like the taste of jock jizz!"
Matt stood there dressed in only his gym shorts, hands on hips and waited. His hefty teenage dick pushed out the front of the shorts, betraying some arousal. Was Matt a faggot as well? No, he was just a normal teenage jock with a slight sadistic streak. He was what we often call, a bully. And let's face it. Bullies need their fun too. Matt ran one large hand over his pecs, teasing his fat nipples. Then the hand traveled down to his hard six pack abs.
"I am waiting, Paul. And I do not like to wait. You have been crossing me all morning, and one of these times you will go too far! If I make a phone call to my father, your family is fucked. Now don't make me say that again. I am tired of repeating myself. Now suck on the fuckrag!"
With trembling fingers, Paul brought the sperm stiff washcloth to his mouth. That dry sperm bleachy smell rose from the cloth in waves. He could see how discolored the cloth was from all the cum coating it. Paul wanted to puke. He didn't think he could do such a disgusting thing. But what choice did he have?
His cute lower lip quivered. He opened his mouth and brought the cloth to his lips.
"That a boy. Now you are getting with the program. Suck my fuckrag. Oh, I should tell you that when I had some chicks up here to fuck, I would often wipe their cummy pussies with the rag as well. So you are going to get some prime cunt flavor too!" Matt bounced on the balls of his feet and leaned forward in anticipation.
"I'm going to puke if I do this."
"Ugh, ugh, if you puke, you will lick it up as well! So you don't want to do that."
Matt chuckled as Paul opened his mouth and inserted some of the cum coated washcloth.
"It's pretty old spooge, so you are going to have to suck on it pretty hard to get it moist. Oh and Paul, while you are sucking on it, work that broom in and out of your ass a little. No reason you shouldn't enjoy yourself."
Paul stood in the middle of Matt's room sucking on Matt's jerk off rag and working the tip of a broom handle in and out of his sore asshole.
"That a boy, Paul. That a boy! You are doing real well! Good job. Now shove more of the jism rag into your mouth. Really suck on it to get that dried cum wet. You must be swallowing jizz that is months old by now. and keep shoving more and more broom handle in and out of your teen pussy!"
Paul moaned in horror and agony as he felt the broom handle pushing at something deep inside his rectum. He sucked on the rag and slime worked it's way down over his tongue into his throat. He swallowed Matt's old spooge.
Matt strolled into his bathroom and came out with a glass of water.
"Here, that rag must be awfully dry. Take a sip of water. That will help disolve the fucksnot and you will be able to swallow it more easily. See! don't say I don't think about my buddy's welfare."
Paul removed the washcloth and sipped some water. The cum in his mouth immediately became more slimy and runny. Matt poured a bit of water onto the washcloth and watched as the dried sperm softened and grew thick and gelatinous.
"Do you know how many cunts would die to be able to suck my jerk off rag? Shit, I know at least ten bitches who beg me for a taste of my spooge every single day. Half the cunts in our school are fucking spooge addicts. Go on now, suck on it some more. Now you will get some real jizz flavor."
Poor young Paul stood there naked and sucked on the jerk off rag. He worked the broom handle in and out of his ass, trying to follow orders without hurting himself too much, but each time the tip of the handle poked something deep inside him, it send a wave of nauseating pain through his body. His big teen balls jiggled and danced as he moved from foot to foot trying to ease the pain. Spooge and spit dripped from his lips, leaving pecker trails on his chin and chest. when he sniffed back the snot running from his nose, he inhaled cum and felt clogged with dick sauce.
Matt stood watching him like a high school science student studying and experiment. His face had a curious, whimsical look to it.
"How does that taste, buddy? Okay? I knew you could do it. You are a natural, Paul. I am going to help you find your true inner self! I have taken it upon myself to help you. Helping a friend in need. I am going to help you discover your inner faggot! Isn't that kind of me? "
Paul stood there crying and chewing and sucking on the cum soaked cloth. Matt checked his Omega wrist watch.
"Shit, it is getting late. We are playing around too much and not preparing for the big party. You better throw the rag in the garbage and start cleaning the bathroom." Matt walked ahead into his private bathroom. It looked pretty clean. Paul followed the cum rag still in his mouth and the broom handle still up his ass.
To be honest, it was a pretty hysterical sight.
"Okay, toss out the cum rag, you have sucked it enough. Now I like my bathroom to be really clean, so you better do a good job on it. I want to be able to eat off the floor. I tend to miss the toilet alot when I am drunk and I take a piss, so pay special attention to the floor around the toilet bowl. Here!"
Paul looked at Matt and blinked. He tried to focus his vision. The inside of his mouth felt coated with cum. His lips felt swollen and thick.
He tried to see what Matt was holding out. It was...a toothbrush.
Paul took the toothbrush. "What is this for? To clean out my mouth?"
"No, dumbwad, the toothbrush is for you to clean the bathroom. I want every tile spic and span. Now get down on your hands and knees and start to cleanl I want it done by lunch time. I'll make lunch for you when you have this bathroom spotless. Look at the ring around the tub. Look at the yellow piss stains on the toilet bowl. Do a really good job. And don't forget the inside of the toilet!"
It took Paul two hours to clean the bathroom. He had to srcub the dirt with the toothbrush. He had to clean out the grouting in the tiles. He had to rub the ring inside the toilet bowl. It was gross and painful and dirty work. But he did it. If only he could remove the broom handle from his asshole, things would be so much better. He crawled around the bathroom on hands and knees and was a pretty fucking sex sight.
At last Matt returned.
"Well, Paul I have to say, this looks damned good. YOU did a fucking great job. I underestimated you. Maybe I can get you a job for the summer at one of my dad's plants cleaning the toilets. Jeez, I gotta piss."
Matt stood above Paul who was still on the floor and lowered his gym shorts. His huge, fat nineteen year old prick flopped out, looking half hard only because even flaccid it was immense. Matt hefted his dick in his hands.
"This is what all the girls drool over, Paul. And just think. You have tasted it. Look how thick and meaty the skin is on it. It's a real mouthful as you know. Look at that large pisshole! Oh I gotta piss bad."
Matt turned to the toilet and arched his back. He rose up on the balls of his naked feet and let forth with a heavy, hard, spray of teenage piss. It splattered into the toilet, some of it splashing back onto the just cleaned porcelain rim. The piss was strong and yellow, and Paul could smell it. As he pissed, Matt moved his dick to make patterns in the toilet water. Then he suddenly turned and pissed all over the toilet rim and onto the floor in front of the bowl.
"OOOppps got a bit out of control there. Well, you can clean that after lunch. Tell, me Paul, have you ever had a chick drink your piss?"
Paul sat defeated. All of his work cleaning the bathroom for the last two hours was ruined. Matt turned more and his piss splashed right onto the floor. Paul moved away to avoid the spray. It was totally gross.
" I asked you a question, buddy. Has a cunt ever drunk your urine?"
"Ugh...no. NO. Never."
"Oh man, you do not know what you are missing, my friend. There is no sense of power like pissing in a chick's mouth and all over her cute young face. YOu know you own the bitch then! I HAD THIS ONE BITCH, LAST SEMESTER, SHE LOVED ME SO MUCH, SHE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR ME. SO I HAD HER DRINK MY PISS OUT OF HER WATER BOTTLE DURING SCHOOL. ISN'T THAT FUCKING HOT?"
The piss stray grew weak and then stopped. Matt shook the last piss drops off onto the floor. "Yeah, you are going to have to get this place cleaned up after lunch. But you have been working hard and you must be very hungry."
He arched his hips and with two fingers wiggled his flaccid fat dick at Paul.
"You must be very very hungry. And I have a very special lunch in mind for you. Let's go down to the kitchen. Be careful on the stairs with the broom handle up your ass!"
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