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The guys in the kitchen roared with laughter when Paul came naked down the stairs with the broom handle in his ass. Each time the end of the broom bumped on a step, Paul winced with pain. tony was sitting with one foot up on the kitchen table as if he owned the Henshaw mansion. Matt didn't seem to care. Paul stopped a few feet away from the four boys. He stood there bare assed, looking down at the floor in shame. Matt was holding the slimy jockstrap that Paul had been sucking on. He held it with a paper towel so as not to get any spooge or spit or gunk on his fingers.
"You know, I've been studying this jock strap of mine that you were supposed to suck clean, Paul. You are doing a really shitty job."
"Maybe he's doing a shitty job because of the skid marks on the ass straps..." Tony said, before sucking on the neck of a beer bottle.
Matt frowned and pursed his cute lips. "He's right, Paul. There still are skid marks on the straps and right here beneath the pouch. And look at these yellow piss stains here on the prick pouch itself. And this area is still stiff with dick leak. You have not done a good job at all. I am afraid that after lunch, you will need to be punished. I'm really sorry, I didn't want it to come to this. But my dad says, if you go to easy on the help, they will take advantage of you. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Paul?" Matt stood there in his gym shorts. All morning he had gone from shorts to jeans and back to shorts again, almost to taunt Paul or to show off his huge dick lump.
"Please, may I go home now?" It was all Paul could think of to say. He was really messed up emotionally.
"Go home? You still have tons of work to do before the big party. And I told you, I want you at the party. What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you understand English? I am truly disappointed with you, Paul. And I can see these guys are not impressed." Matt was referring to the three delivery boys. They made faces and shook their heads in mock disgust.
"What good is a faggot if he can't even suck a guy's filthy jock strap clean?" Gary said, rocking the kitchen chair back on two legs.
"Listen, Matt, we got to get back to work. We still have a bunch of deliveries to make."
"I know guys. I just want you to help me with Paul's lunch." Matt walked over and put a hand on Paul's naked shoulder. He led the boy closer to the kitchen table. The broom dragged along the floor, one end still up Paul's rectum. Can you possibly imagine how this high school boy felt? To be used and abused in such a way by other boys. It was unimaginable.
"Now Listen Paul, even though you let me down with the jock strap, I am going to show you what a good pal I am. I am going to allow you to remove the broom handle from your pussy."
"Aw, why do that, Man?" asked Tony. "It looks good up there, and besides, a faggot should always have something up his cunt to remind him what he is."
Matt smiled and tilted his head. "Even though he is a total fuck-up, Paul has worked hard and needs a break. Go on, Paul slide the broom handle out of your asshole, but it's probably going to be covered with shit, so why not take it into the downstairs bathroom and wash it off and also wash out your asshole so you don't leak all over. Then come on back and have lunch." Something was wrong. Matt was being too nice.
It was quite painful getting the broom handle out of his virgin ass, but Paul manage it, and his hole felt so much better once is was empty. His guts stopped aching. He went into the bathroom and cleaned up. It was true, the handle had shit streaks on it, and he gagged as he cleaned it off, first with toilet paper, and then with soap and water. Finally, after cleaning his hole, he re-emerged to face the four teenage boys.
"Good. You look fresh as a daisy. Do you like salad? I made a nice salad for you for lunch. I think we don't eat healthy enough, don't you agree? I don't want to get any forks dirty before the party, so you will have to just eat it out of this dog bowl on the floor. But I don't imagine you will mind that, will you?"
Paul stood there looking nakedly dumb. His dick had shriveled up from fear and trauma. He blinked as he looked at the red dog dish on the floor. It probably belonged to the Henshaw dog. And now it was being used to hold his lunch. The salad did look good, and Paul had had no food yet this day. The lettuce looked fresh, as did the tomatoes, cucumbers and onion. And there was sliced boiled egg too. It did look mighty good.
"Come on, Paul, get down on all fours and crawl on over and eat your lunch."
Paul dropped to his hands and knees and started to crawl across the kitchen floor. The three delivery boys laughed, and Tony stuck out one big foot, so Paul had to crawl over it. Tim leaned in and slapped the high school boy on the bare ass. Paul did look very hot, totally naked crawling across the room. There was something very sexy about such a cute boy being so totally submissive. As he crawled his teenage balls swung back and forth.
"OH FUCK!" Matt's voice cut through the room. Paul stopped crawling, wondering what he had done wrong now. The delivery guys looked up at the rich kid.
"Oh Fuck...salad dressing. I forgot the salad dressing. My good buddy Paul can't eat a salad without any dressing. That would be terrible. Imagine how awful that would taste. And I know we are fresh out of dressing. Oh Fuck!" Matt's mock concern was over acted, and the other guys laughed at his performance.
Matt turned to Tony. "Before you guys go back to work. Can you help Paul out? Can you provide some salad dressing for him?"
Paul's throat grew dry. He knew what was coming but could not believe it. He could not believe any boys could be this sick. But in the pit of his stomach, he could already feel what was about to happen.
Tony stood up, a handsome Italian boy with dark hair. He rubbed the crotch of his jeans. " I think we can help Paul out, don't you guys? I bet Paul likes lots and lots of dressing on his salad! Don't you, Paul? Do you like lots of dressing on your salad?"
Paul, on all fours, totally naked, trembling looked up at the kid his own age. "Not too much..." he said meekly. It sounded so stupid.
"He's being modest. He doesn't want to take advantage of our hospitality," Matt said. I'll bet he likes lots and lots of dressing on his salad. I bet he loves to see his salad just swimming in dressing. Can you guys help him out?"
It was a quite a sight. Like something out of a sick porno movie. The three teenage delivery boys stood around the doggie bowl full of salad. Then they undid their jeans and hauled out their dicks and balls. Tony had the biggest dick of the three. It was a thick veiny uncut Italian sausage. His nuts were covered with black curls. Gary had the second largest dick, a pink fat hunk of fuckmeat, and Tim's was average size but with a large cockhead. All three boys started to masturbate.
Paul now knew that they had planned this while he was in the bathroom. He was sure it was Matt's idea. He knelt there on the floor like a statue watching the three teenagers jerking their dicks over what was to be his lunch.
Tony yanked and tugged at his big fucker. He jerked like he fucked, hard and fast. Tim used two fingers to massage his prick, and Gary back handed his meat and rolled his balls with the other hand.
"Oh fuck man, I need some good pussy!" Tony said, literally almost beating his meat. " I need to fucking rape a really young tight twat! How abut your sister, Tim?"
"You fucking pervert. She's only nine!" Tim wheezed while probing his dick for the right spot to get himself off.
"Well, she'd be tight!" Tony roared with laughter at his own joke.
"That is so sick, motherfucker!" Gary laughed, working on his own prick. Matt stood back, leaning against the kitchen counter and watched Paul.
"Speaking of Motherfucking, is your mother still hot for my dick, Gary?" Tony asked, his fuckmeat getting even larger if that was possible. Long strings of pre-fuck hung from the pisshole and then dropped into the salad bowl.
"That fucking bitch is even hot for my dick, and I am her fucking son, for Christ's sake. Sometimes, just to see what a filthy cunt she is, I will come out of the bathroom after taking a shower and just hold the towel over my dick. She almost goes nuts wanting a look. Then I will turn and drop the towel so she can see my ass globes, but not my dick. I bet her starved old cunt runs like a faucet! She asks about you all the time and when I am having you over. 'Such a nice boy," she says about you. And we all know, it is not your mind she is interested in." Gary laughed as he jerked his meat and rubbed his nuts.
"Well, I just might throw the old douche bag a mercy fuck!"
It was typical teenage boy talk, except these boys were standing over a doggie bowl filled with salad and jerking their pricks!
"Oh fuck, here it comes..." Tim had found the right spot evidently, for his prick twitched and began to spew water sperm down onto the lettuce and tomato and fixings. Paul watching it wanted to puke. It was so disgusting. Spurt after spurt of off white spooge sprayed the salad, as Tim grunted and milked his teenage dick. That must have set off Gary, for he blasted next. His pisshole opened and five shots of thick white cum splattered the salad, covering it now with a gooey white/yellow spunk mixture. Gary squeezed his large teenage nuts and more and more cum shot, then dribbled out of his fat teenage dick.
"Oh Jesus, Mutherfucking Jesus," he moaned as he milked his long, fat fuckmeat of it's contents. The pisshole opened and closed like a little mouth and the last drops of fuckslop fell into the doggie bowl. The salad was now covered in teen spooge. But Tony still had not cum. He yanked on his dick really hard. He rose up on the balls of his feet. He grunted, and at last he made an animal growling kind of sound as his huge uncut fucker sprayed the bowl and the floor around it with a mighty splash of cum. Thick as wallpaper paste, the sperm hit the salad so hard the lettuce and tomato moved. Dollops of cum rested on hard boiled egg. Cum coated everything including the rim of the doggie dish. Two, three, four, huge blasts of fuckslop! Tony loved to cover a young girl's face with his fuck! He loved to totally wash some young twat's countenance with his baby-maker juice. He bent his legs and kept shooting. five, six, seven, ropes of fucksnot fell through the air and landed on the salad. The Italian teen looked so fucking hot shooting his load. His eyes squeezed shut, his chest heaving in his tight tee shirt, his dick blasting and then dribbling and then dripping, his hand coated with his own jism! And to think he could to this three or four times a day, every fucking day!
The salad was a sight to see. Or a sight not to see. You could hardly see the egg and veggies beneath the lake of boy cum. Tony knelt down and rubbed his cum slick hand along the rim of the bowl, coating that too with spooge.
"My, oh my. Doesn't that look good! What do you say, Paul? Aren't you going to thank the boys for the salad dressing?"
"Thank you for the salad dressing..." Paul mumbled, tears again in his beautiful eyes.
"What? They can't hear you!"
"THANK YOU FOR THE FUCKING SALAD DRESSING!" Paul screamed, losing it.
Matt shook his head. "Is that attitude, I am hearing, Paul? Are you throwing us some faggot attitude? I will have to add that to your punishment for showing disrespect."
"We got to deliver that shit for Mrs. Johnston!' Tim said as the boys put their dicks back in their pants.
Tony shook his head. "Man, I got to see the faggot get punished. Tell you what, you go Tim, and Gary and me will give you our pay for the hour. Then come on back. We want to stay and help Matt out. If that is okay with you Matt?"
Matt smiled. "Absolutely. Sometimes a faggot can be quite a handful. And this little faggot's punishment is going to be quite severe. First, he couldn't properly clean a jock strap. And secondly, he is showing attitude."
"I am not showing attitude, Sir." Paul mumbled, looking at the floor, dreading the moment he would have to crawl closer to the salad.
"The Faggot fuck hole says he's not showing attitude, Matt," said Tony.
"Now the little twat is contradicting me. That means I have to up his punishment again! Jesus Christ, are all faggots that stupid?"
"Yeah, I think sucking all that dick goes to their brain. Just like blond chicks! They go funny in the head from all the dicksucking."
Gary chortled. "Who gives a fuck if a bitch as a brain, as long as she has big tits and can suck dick?"
"Did you learn that in Health Class?" Tony asked, and they all had a good laugh. Tim left to deliver the groceries, and the other boys turned to stare at Paul.
"Come on, Paul, crawl on over and eat your lunch. A growing boy needs lots of good healthy food, including lots of protein!"
With his cute head hanging, Paul crawled over to the doggie bowl. His ass globes rose and fell as he crawled and a true faggot who got off on young boys would have creamed just watching the smooth skinned teen cross the room.
Paul looked down at the salad. It was unbelievable. There were huge globs of clotted cum from Tony, covering the more creamy jiz of Gary. And the lettuce rested in a lake of Tim's watery cum. Paul felt the puke rise in his throat and had to swallow it. He made gagging noises.
Matt leaned in and with a very kind, gentle voice said, "Paul, listen to me. If you puke, you will have to lick that up too! Now be a good boy. Don't embarrass me in front of my new friends. Eat the salad!"
Matt could honestly say, he had never seen a sadder expression on a face than that which Paul now had. It made the older teen's dick lurch and leak in his shorts. It was so fucking hot. Paul just looked so fucking downtrodden and beaten. That gave Matt a jolt of power! Jusus Fuck, just think what he could do with this kid. Just think of the perversions he could force Paul to commit. High school student Paul Marshall was bare fucking naked on the kitchen floor about to eat a salad covered with teenage jizz! Holy fucking Christ! How good does it get?
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