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Paul was cleaning the pool. The high school junior was bare assed naked and cleaning the pool. Oh yeah, he also had a toilet brush stuck up his muscular young ass. He had the white handle of a plastic toilet brush shoved deep in his virgin asshole. It hurt terribly with every step he took. But it didn't hurt as much as his ass globes which were black and blue and has red slashes across them and his balls which were swollen and sore from getting beaten. Paul was really worried that he should see a doctor about his balls. They throbbed and the pain would not go away.
While he had cleaned the bathroom Matt had come in and put a hand on the younger boy's naked back.
"Paul, you gotta realize that I didn't want to hurt you. But you crossed me in front of those lower class guys. My family has a reputation to uphold in this community. We are the community leaders, and if we allow people to show disrespect to us, it reflects badly on everything we do. I had to punish you. You know I like you, Paul."
Paul was on his hands and knees, naked bruised ass up in the air, cleaning the piss off the bathroom floor. The naked teen was incredibly sexy like that.
"Paul, you just got to get with the program. You just have to play along and let me have a little fun. It will all be over soon, I promise and the I will make it up to you. A nice raise for your father and brother and a good paying Summer job for you. Wait and see. Just be a good boy and show respect. You know, Paul, I think that plastic toilet brush would look really cute shoved up your ass. It will look like a little bunny tail with the brush end sticking out and the handle nice and deep up your ass. Why not shove that toilet brush up your ass for me?"
On the floor, Paul looked up at the high school senior. Paul's eyes were red from crying. Traces of dried tears could be seen on his handsome face. He had the saddest look Matt had ever seen. It made Matt's dick lurch.
"Haven't you done enough to me?" Paul asked with quivering lips.
"No!" Matt smiled. "Shove the toilet brush nice and far up your ass."
"I'll hurt myself. I'll rupture something."
"Come on, Paul. I know a faggot like you has had dick up your ass. You can take a brush handle easy!"
"I swear to God, Matt. I am not a faggot. I have never done any gay thing! I don't know where you got that impression. But it is wrong. You've seen me with girls. You know I am straight. I could tear up my insides and seriously hurt myself."
"Don't worry, My Dad owns the hospital! We can get you free health care. Now don't make me angry, Paul, or I will have to beat those swollen nuts of yours again. Pick up the fucking toilet brush and shove it up your ass!"
So now Paul cleaned the pool with the toilet brush up his asshole. It was not as painful as the broom handle had been, and he could move around pretty well. If he bent wrong or twisted in the wrong way, the handle scraped his insides, but as long as he was careful, it wasn't too bad. The handle itself was not very thick. Of course it was humiliating as hell. I mean high school aged boys are sensitive and shy about their changing bodies anyway, and here Paul had been degraded and made to be naked. His teenage dick swung and bounced as he cleaned the pool. The yard had a high fence around it, so at least he had privacy.
The warm sun felt good on his young body. He could not wait for the day to be over. He wanted to go home to his family. About forty-five minutes later, Matt came out into the yard area with two older guys Paul had never seen before. They wore jeans and tee shirts and looked to be in their mid to late twenties. They were both big beefy, muscular guys with good looks.
"This is Jake's brother? I can't believe it!"
"I told you! Look at the Faggot. He loves to have things shoved up his cunt!" Matt said cheerfully, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he often did when he was keyed up or excited. Matt was now dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a tee shirt. The older guys had a rough working class look about them.
"Jesus fucking Christ," muttered the more handsome of the two, rubbing his unshaven chin, "who would have believe that Jake Marshall's brother is a fucking faggot."
Paul stood there stupidly with the brush hanging out of his ass, totally naked. He didn't know what to say. If he protested, Matt would only be angry and punish him. The three guys approached him. The two new guys shook their heads in interest and disgust.
"Here all Jake can do is talk about what a fine pussy his new bride had and how much he loves fucking her, and all the while, his own little brother is a fucking cocksucking homo!"
"That's the way it goes in families sometimes. " The other guy said, reaching up and scratching one nipple through his tee shirt. Both guys were big bruisers.
"When I was in high school we had this one cousin who was a faggot. I mean he was only twelve, but we knew he was going to grow up to be a faggot. So we made him suck our dicks every day one whole summer to get him ready for his future life."
"Paul, these are two guys who work down at the plant with your brother. I thought you might like to meet them." Mat said with a huge grin on his face. "They stopped by with some stuff for the party, and I thought they might like to take a swim. Right guys?"
"That's awfully nice of you, Mr. Henshaw."
Paul was amazed that these older guys called Matt, Mr. Henshaw. That was how they kept their good jobs, by kissing ass. Paul knew that was what he had to do if he wanted to survive this ordeal.
"Well, go ahead, guys, strip down and take a plunge." Matt and Paul watched as the two muscular workers stripped off their clothes. They peeled down their jeans and boxers to reveal two gigantic pricks. Both were uncut and thick as a salami. They had huge swinging balls too. Both guys had really ripped bodies that looked great. Even Paul had to admire them. Matt had a strange gleam in his eye. "
"Oh man, this is going to feel good. " The more handsome of the two seemingly nameless guys said, reaching down and scratching his big balls. They wobbled in their sack and the dick gave a little bounce. "After I fucked my wife last night, I said to the bitch that some day I would really love to have a swimming pool of our own. That would be really living!"
"That's not an impossibility. Work hard at the plant, do a good job, and you can work your way up to foreman. They get damned good pay." Matt offered. "Maybe I can put in a good word with the old man."
The handsome guy lit up. "You would really do that, Mr. Henshaw?"
Matt smiled. "We'll see. Paul, why don't you run in and get these two guys some beers?"
Paul moved toward the house. Now the other worker shook his head.
"Jesus, look at that kid's ass. It's beaten raw."
"Yeah, he got a little out of line, and I had to discipline him." Matt said casually. " Paul, I said run up to the house for beers. Not walk!"
"Christ, all his brother does is talk about fucking cunt, and here this twat is such a fucking faggot! Hard to believe. Look at that fucking brush sticking out of his ass."
'He thinks of it as a cunt, actually. And he likes to keep it stuffed with something almost all the time," Matt offered.
As Paul got to the house, the pain in his ass extreme from the brush up there, he heard the splashes of the two workers hitting the water. Poor young Paul stood in the kitchen holding on to the doorframe. He felt weak in the knees and totally shaken. He had to find a way out of this horror. Tony and Gary were no where about. Paul grabbed two beers and ran back out to the pool. Matt looked at him with a frown.
"No beer for me, ASSWIPE? You can't even think to bring me a beer? What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want me to get out the belt again?"
Paul put the two beers on a poolside table and ran back toward the house, his bruised ass cheeks rising and falling and his swollen balls painfully banging his thighs. He heard laughter coming from the pool. He brought back a beer from the house just in time to see one of the the workers climb from the pool. The guys was really built. His muscles rippled in the sunlight and the water on his body made him look God-like. His chest had a smattering of dark hair on it which spread as it got to his groin. His fat hunk of fuckmeat hung thick and heavy over balls from which water dripped.
"Stretch out on one of the lawnchairs and enjoy your beer. Is there anything else Paul can do for you?" Matt said with a leer.
"Well, yeah, now that you mention it. I could us a good blow job! I woke up late this morning and the wife didn't have time for our morning cocksuck! She was pissed about that too, believe me. That fucking bitch cannot get enough of my fucker! Anyway, I need to have my balls drained."
"Hey, me too. I'm not married, and some chicks don't like to suck dick. My fucker is so huge when it's hard, it chokes the cunts and so they don't like to do it."
The other worker joined his buddy in an adjoining lawn chair. Paul could see that his cock was indeed huge.
"Paul, you heard these nice gentlemen who work with your brother. Why not crawl on over and make love to their cuntfucker!"
Paul could not believe he was going to become a cocksucker. Having to put Matt's prick in his mouth was bad enough, but being forced to suck off two strange guys, guys he did not even know, that was too much.
"Please, Matt, don't make me do this. Please."
"If you lick and suck those big fat dicks real good, and really smooch and make love to them, these guys might not tell your brother Jake what you are doing! They might be persuaded to keep their mouths shut about the whole thing. Right guys?" Matt was orchestrating the whole thing.
"Yeah, Faggot, if you give me some really first class head, I won't say a thing to your brother. Otherwise I will have to spread it all over the plant!"
Paul knelt down between the two lawn chairs. Both factory workers had thick strong hairy legs. They sucked on their beers and turned their bodies slightly toward Paul.
"Hey faggot, I got a treat for you. Why not start at my feet and lick my toes for me and then work your way up! That way My sack and prick will be a special reward for you!"
Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing. This hunky factory worker wanted him to lick and suck on his feet. Paul felt his gag reflexes react again. He didn't want to puke in front of these guys. That would be bad for him.
"Good idea, guys. You stand to work all day at the factory. Your feet must be killing you. Let Paul here give you both a nice tongue bath."
The other worker smiled, and showed that he had bad teeth. "Yeah, and then a nice long wet cocksuck! I hope he makes piggy noises when he sucks our dicks. I love it when faggots make noises like fucking rutting sows while they slurp on my dick!"
"I am sure we can convince Paul here to make piggy noises while he is giving both of you nice sloppy cocksucks. Go ahead, Paul. What are you waiting for. Start to lick those big muscular feet. And suck on each toe and clean in between the toes. Too bad we didn't think of this sooner, or he could have licked your feet before you guys took a swim! That would have been a real treat for him."
Paul had to swallow his own puke at the thought. He leaned down and began to lick the big feet of one of the workers.
After he had licked and sucked the toes of both guys and licked the soles of their feet, he worked his way up their legs. They wanted their hairy legs licked and kissed, making dirty jokes about what a stupid fucking faggot whore he was. At last he got to the massive hunks of prick meat.
"There you are Paul. That is what you want, right? Big fucking dicks! What a lucky faggot you are. Go ahead, kiss those dicks hello. And they better be nice long smoochy kisses too!" Matt laughed and sucked on his beer as he watched his high school "friend" kissing the factory workers' huge hunks of twitching fuckmeat.
"Do a good job now Paul. Kiss and lick those big dicks all over. Lick the cockheads and the pissholes. Get them leaking! You now how much you love dick leak!"
Pauls head swam as he licked and kissed the swelling prick flesh. The cocks got thicker and longer. The veins in the prick stalks pulsed. Eight, no nine inches of fucking dick on each of the workers. Maybe more. These dicks were unbelievable.
"It took me two months to teach my wife how to deep throat my big fucker, Faggot, so I don't mind if you gag and choke a bit when I shove it down your throat. It's okay if you gag, as long as you take it! I can't stand it when I can't face fuck balls deep!"
Matt leaned in to watch. 'Oh I am sure Paul will be able to take it balls deep! I am sure you will have his nose pressed into your pubic hair and your balls resting on his chin in no time. He's going to lick your balls for you too. He's going to lick your balls real good. You may no want to go back to your wife, once you have experienced the dick sucking skills of Paul the Faggot here!"
Paul kissed dick. He swallowed his pride and kissed dick. Then he licked it. Then he moved over to the other guy and kissed and licked the second massive prick. Each had it's own particular smell and taste. At least they were clean from the swim.
"Suck on my cockhead a little. I think I got some pre-fuck juice for you!" And he did. The workers cockleak dribbled out of the prick and into Paul's sucking mouth. A teenage high school student was sucking big fat dicks! It was obscene and awesome. One factory worker grabbed his hair so he could be dragged from one cock to the other at their will. Back and forth he went as the cocks grew thicker and longer and harder! They grew horribly hard. Hard as iron! They throbbed with the licking.
Then he was directed to their huge hairy nut sacks. He had to lick their balls. What had happened to him in the course of one day. He was kneeling naked with a toilet brush up his ass, licking the balls of two burly factory workers. Guys who worked with his brother.
"Ah shit that feels good. Yeah, suck my nuts, Faggot! Suck those baby makers!"
And for poor Paul Marshall, things were only going to get worse. Much worse.
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