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Paul ate the salad. He ate the lettuce coated with teen boy jizz. He gagged a few times and Matt had to warn him that if he puked, he would have to eat that too. He coughed and cum ran from his mouth and clung to his lips. It hung in strings from his chin. He tried to put the taste out of his mouth. He tried to concentrate on the taste of the veggies and eggs and lettuce, but the bleachy bitter taste of the cum overwhelmed everything. He was eating cum. He was a normal teenage boy who was eating the cum of other boys. It was totally sick and depraved. He was naked on a kitchen floor, his young muscular ass sticking up in the air, his face down in a doggie bowl, eating cum soaked salad. The other boys in the kitchen were roaring with laughter. Paul's tight young tummy fluttered and his chest heaved. He dug his big toes into the kitchen flooring to keep his balance while he was forced to eat the salad without using his hands. He had to eat it like a dog. Matt squatted down next to Paul's head to get a better view. As he spread his strong muscular teen legs, the bulge of his dick pushed out he tight shorts he was wearing. A wet spot had formed on the crotch of the shorts. The smell of boy sex was in the air.
"Paul, will you do me a favor?" Matt asked gently.
Paul lifted his cute head from the doggie dish. His cheeks and nose were covered in cum. His eyes looked wild and unfocused.
"Paul, I think it would be really funny if you grunted like a pig while you ate. Can you do that for me please. Can you grunt and make pig noises while you eat?"
Paul snorted and grunted and coughed. He didn't know how a pig should sound. He just wanted the humiliation to be over with. After he had swallowed one particularly cum sodden piece of lettuce, he had a coughing spell. He thought he would choke. But Tony the Italian thug came to the rescue. He loped over to stand above Paul.
"I think our boy is thirsty. I think we should give him something to drink!" He tilted Paul's head up to look at him. He held Paul by the chin. "Open your mouth Paul. Open wide like a good boy I got something for you." Then he snorted and hawked up a huge gob of spit and let it fall into Paul's open mouth. Matt and Gary cheered.
"Swallow, baby, I got more." He did it a second time, and Paul was forced to swallow the Italian boy's spit. It was totally gross.
Matt leaned in and spit, but he didn't aim for Paul's mouth. His spit hit Paul in the eye and on the cheek. Gary joined in and soon Paul's face and chest were totally covered in teenage spit as well as dripping cum salad dressing. Paul wanted to protest, but although his mouth moved, no words came out. He was fucking freaked out.
Finally he finished his lunch. He knelt there on the floor looking up at Matt.
"Well, Paul, you know I am not happy about what happens now. We have to punish you for fucking up. We have to punish you for your lack of respect. I don't like this. I don't want to do this. I want us to be good friends. But you have to learn the rules and obey them. So, what say we get your punishment over with, so you can get back to work? You need to finish up in the bathroom and then clean the pool and then do some other chores. Would you stand please and lean over the kitchen table?"
Paul struggled to his feet. He went to the table and bent over it.
"Jesus, Paul you are getting spit and cum all over the table. My Mother eats there for Christ sake! Lick that spooge and spit up right now!"
In a confused daze, the cute teen bent down and licked the cum and spit that had dripped off his body and face off the table. Matt handed Paul some paper towels.
"Here, clean yourself up. You look disgusting." Now lean over the table and push your ass out as far as you can."
Can you imagine how cute and sex Paul looked leaning over the table, his teenage ass thrush out toward the other teens.
"Spread your legs more. Now for your punishment we are going to beat your ass with Tony's leather belt. If that is okay with you, Tony?"
tony whipped off his thick leather belt. "Be my guest."
"Spread your legs more, Paul, the guys may want to swat your nutsack as well!"
'Please don't hurt me..." Paul whimpered.
"Of course it's going to hurt, dumb fuck! That is the whole idea, isn't it? We are each going to swat your ass ten times. And guys, don't hold back. I want to see that ass totally black and blue! And red too!"
Tony got to start since it was his belt. The sound of wide leather belt smacking teen boy ass filled the kitchen and spilled outside as well. Paul's screams were even louder than the smacking sound. The boy howled. He bit his lower lip, so Matt shoved his foul jock strap back in the boy's mouth to prevent him from hurting himself. Paul's hands gripped the table until his knuckles were white. His beautiful ass shook with each blow and red stripes across the ass mounds turned to blue marks. On swats nine and ten, Tony aimed for the full young scrotum. Paul sobbed and screamed and moaned and threw his cute head from side to side. He could not take any more. Then Gary took over.
"Gary, buddy, see if you can whack him harder than Tony. I think the Tone was too easy on him." Matt said.
Gary kicked Paul's legs further apart. "Get those legs wider so I can really work your nads!"
Paul tried to rise up off the table, but Matt leaned in and held him down.
"You see, Paul. None of this would have happened if you had just behaved yourself and shown me respect. I think after this little punishment, we are going to have a very good boy on our hands." Matt scooped some cum and spit off Paul's cheek where he had missed with the towel and with one finger shoved it in the kid's mouth along side the wet, foul jockstrap. "Go for those balls, Gary!"
Gary brought his strong young arm up with a underhand swat and the belt smacked up into Paul's ass crack, the tip of the belt snapping against his balls.
Paul went wild. He threw himself on the table and both Tony and Matt had to restrain him.
"Good one, Gary. See you if you can that again."
The crazy fun that healthy normal teenage boys can get into, right? Go figure. It's all part of growing up.
Gary's aim wasn't so good on the next three strokes. The inside of Paul's thighs were pink with the snaps, but his balls remained pretty much undamaged.
Gary grew frustrated with his own lack of ability, and like most teens, he took it out on others.
"God damned fucking faggot. Hold him still, will you!" He reversed the belt and whacked the boy's black and blue ass cheeks with the buckle end. The buckle bit into the ass flesh, drawing blood.
"Wow! Way to Go!" Tony cheered. Paul was throwing himself wildly with each swat now, and the two boys had to held him down with all their might.
Gary concentrated on the ass for a while, but tried for the nuts again on the last two swats and landed one good one. So good, that Paul almost puked up his guts, but the foul jock strap prevented it, and Paul had to swallow his own vomit back down again.
"My turn..." Matt said cheerfully like a kid in a candy store. He bounced up and down and his fat package wobbled in his shorts. The big nipples on his pecs hardened into pebbles.
"Now listen to me Paul. I am going to make a deal with you. I will reduce the number of swats I give you to five...."
"Aw, why the fuck do that?" Tony said, pouting.
Matt raised his hand. "I will reduce the number of swats I give you to five, if like a very good boy, you turn over onto your back and lift and spread your legs so I can really get at your balls!"
Paul tried to protest. He tried to reason. He mumbled and yelled and choked into the jock strap. Tony and Gary flipped him over onto his back and held him down.
"Now, Paul, you have got to help me here. If you want five instead of ten, you have got to raise your own legs and spread them. And do not close them until I have finished all five swats.
The distraught teenager wailed into the jock, but finally raised his own muscular young legs and spread them.
" A little wider. Good Now hold them that way. let me get some masking tape. I want to tape your dick out of the way so I don't damage that. That way I can get a better shot at your balls. "
Paul tried to explain that this was sick. That this was cruel. That this was fucking insane, but all he could do was mumble into the prick pouch.
Matt taped Paul's fat dick back onto his stomach. Then he reached down and hefted Paul's heavy fat loose hanging nuts.
"There, now that should give me a really good shot at these. Hold still now Paul. And remember, if you close your legs, the swat doesn't count and we go back to one!"
Paul curled his toes in terror. His legs shook with stress. Tony and Gary held him down, their own breathing labored with excitement. Matt bounced around like a boxer. He snapped the belt in is hand like a whip. He didn't hold it by the buckle, but half way down so the belt was shorter. That gave him better control of it. He pulled his arm back and then raised it up over his head and whacked the belt down on Paul's scrotum as hard as he could. Paul bucked like a wild animal. He twisted and turned and arched up off the table in agony. He wanted to close his legs but knew he dare not. Searing nauseating pain rolled up from his nuts into his whole body.
"You have to learn Paul to obey me completely. You have to learn to obey me the first time I tell you to do something. That is imperative if we are going to get along. Keep your legs spread. Are you ready for number two?"
Paul shook his cute head, begging into the jock strap. Sweat had dampened his hair and dripped off his face. Matt smiled and whacked the boy's tender nuts a second time. A fresh howl filled the kitchen. Matt's dick was so hard it poked out of the leg of his shorts. Drops of Pre-fuck ran down his leg. He didn't care. He was Matt Henshaw and his father owned this fucking town!
Tony, who was holding Paul down along with Gary, started to rub his bulging dick lump against Paul's shoulder.
"This is so fucking great, Matt. You are the best!"
Matt gloated. "Yes, I am the best. And if you play your cards right, it could benefit you greatly.
"Whatever you say, Matt. Whatever you say!" The young Italian teen saw his chance to crawl out of the poverty in which he lived.
"Do me a favor, Tony."
"Anything, Matt, anything at all."
"Take off your jeans and crawl on up over Paul's face and take a nice slow piss into his mouth, soaking the jock strap so he has some liquid refreshment while I administer these last three swats.
Tony peeled off his jeans. His fat uncut Italian dick was awesome. It hung as thick as a wrist over his low slung nutsack.
"I'll bet the cunts love that fucker, huh, Tony?"
"yeah, they sure do, Matt. But it's not as awesome as yours." Tony knew the right things to say. He scooted up on the table, still holding Paul down. Gary helped adjust the teenager. Tony let his thick dick flop down on Paul's face. Paul could smell the sweaty dick. Tony fingered the fuckmeat until it was poised over the jock stuffed mouth and then peeled back his thick foreskin just a bit an started to piss.
"That a way, dude. Nice and slow so it soaks the pouch."
Paul wailed afresh! It was unspeakable. It was like fucking waterboarding. He was choking on the piss running into his mouth. His eyes rolled in his head. Matt pulled back and slammed the belt as hard as he could into the kid's swollen scrotum.
Paul sucked in air and inhaled piss! Piss clogged his nose and sinuses. He could not breath.
He blacked out before the next swat.
He woke up on the bathroom floor, curled into a ball. What woke him up was Matt standing over him pissing on him.
"Rise and shine, Paul. You have got alot of work to do. Now two bathrooms are all pissy and need cleaning. Drag your sorry ass up and get to work. We have a party starting here in seven hours! And you look like shit. We have to get you all dolled up and looking pretty for the guys tonight."
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