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Matt Henshaw had his foot on the back of Paul Marshall's neck. He was pushing the teenage boy's cute young face down toward a puddle of puke! Paul had puked. Paul had puked because he had been forced to suck the cocks of the two factory workers. They were big thick dicks with purple veins and swollen dickheads. Paul had been forced to suck them until they came and shot into his mouth. He managed to keep down the cum after the first plant worker shot his load. It tasted bleachy and horrible, but Paul had managed. The second guy however blew a gigantic load of really thick cum that clogged Paul's throat and nasal passages. the poor boy started to choke. He bent over and puked all over the cement next to the swimming pool. Good thing he had not actually puked into the pool, or he would have had to clean it all over again.
Matt Henshaw was furious. "How dare you embarrass me in front of two of my father's employees. Have you no pride? Have you no sense of shame? Now lick up all that fucking puke. Show some respect!"
Pride? How could Paul have pride? He was naked with a toilet brush handle stuck up his asshole. He was in pain. He had been totally degraded. The foot on his neck pushed his cute face toward the puke. He suck out his tongue and licked it up. He had already licked and eaten enormous amounts of foul stuff this day, so what was one more helping? What a horribly demeaning way to think, right? But young Paul was getting beaten down by events. One of the Plant workers stood up, shaking his big fat dick in the air.
"We better get back to the plant. But I got to take a wicked piss. Can I use your can?"
The other worker stood up naked as well. His dick was even thicker if possible. "Yeah, I got to piss too."
"Well, if you guys are in a hurry, you might just want to use our pool toilet," answered Matt smiling.
The workers looked around. "Where is that?"
Matt ruffled Paul's hair. "Right here! Paul open up and show the guys their toilet."
Paul swung his head around. Puke clung to his lips. "Oh no, please...not that."
"Look Paul, you got Puke all over your face and down your throat. Better wash that down with a little piss. You'll feel better. Now kneel up real nice and open your mouth. Tilt your head back. Don't swallow until I tell you."
Both plant workers stood above the kid's face, one on either side, their huge limp dick heads hanging just at the boy's lips. One of them grunted and a spray of piss shot out and into Paul's mouth. Paul coughed and pulled back, but Matt had him by the hair.
"Come on, Paul, don't let me down now. Get in place. Mouth open nice and wide."
Paul was crying again as he knelt before the two burly workers. They rested their dicks on Paul's lips and started to piss. Soon two strong sprays of yellow piss were filling Paul's mouth. When his mouth was filled to the brim, Matt told the workers to stop for a second.
"Look at that lake of piss in Paul's mouth, guys. That is some strong yellow stinking piss. You guys must have had asparagus to eat, huh? Okay Paul you may swallow now." Paul swallowed. Five times the guys filled his mouth, and five times he swallowed. Then the workers wiped their dicks off on the boy's face and got dresssed.
"That was super, Mr. Marshall. Don't hesitate to call us any time you need us."
Matt nodded and smiled. "You guys have really huge dicks. Have you ever fucked any faggot ass?"
Paul looked up terrified, piss dripping from his lips.
"We sure have."
"Well, if this faggot here misbehaves, I might have to call on you to teach him a lesson or two."
"Like I say, anytime at all!" The two workers left, chatting to each other about what a great guy Matt Henshaw was.
Matt kicked Paul in his gut.
"You embarrassed me in front of those workers. I have a family reputation to uphold, and you dare to defy me in front of them and then do a shit job sucking dick and drinking piss. What have you to say for yourself?"
"I'm...ah...I'm sorry, Matt...I ...." Paul was very confused.
"You need to be punished, follow me." Matt led the way into his house and upstairs to his bedroom. Paul followed mutely, head hanging, lips coated with piss.
Matt disappeared into the bathroom and came out with some KY lube. He proceeded to lube the large wooden bedpost knob at the foot end of his bed.
"I don't like to hurt you, Paul, but God damn it, you have to learn. Okay now, get up on the bed and fuck your ass on that bed post!"
Paul couldn't believe his ears. He stood there open mouthed and dumbstruck.
"I told you, Asswipe, I don't like to give orders twice. If that bedpost knob isn't up your ass in thirty seconds, your Dad and Brother are out of a job.
Paul frantically climbed onto the bed of the older teen boy. His fat teenage dick and balls wobbled and swung as he adjusted himself over the bedpost.
"It's too large, Matt. It's much too large. I'll never get it in."
"Twenty seconds," Matt said with a cocky smile. It was the same smile he used when he asked some young chick to suck his dick.
Paul whimpered and raised one muscular young leg to spread his small round ass cheeks. He rested his asshole on the wooden knob. It was cool from the lube.
"It's just too big. I'll rip myself. The toilet brush which had seemed terribly painful and intrusive now lay on the floor of the room, forgotten and only a minor irritant compared to this monstrous bedpost.
"Ten seconds, better start pushing. They say if helps if you pretend you are taking a shit."
Paul grunted and tried to get the bedpost up his young virginal asshole. Jesus Christ what was happening to him? Here he was totally naked in the bedroom of another teen, trying to sit on a phallic shaped bedpost!
"Five seconds...." Matt looked at his Armani watch.
Paul grunted and then screamed as he forced his asshole down on the bedpost knob. There was a kind of sucking sound and then the knob popped through the tight rectum and into the boy's ass. Paul felt impaled. He stood on the balls of his feet on the bed, resting his ass on the bedpost, the knob firmly lodged up his young tender ass. The pain was unbearable.
"See, that wasn't so hard now was it? Now let's see you really work that bedpost. Bounce up and down on it. I want to see at least eight inches up your ass!"
THIS WAS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE. A NIGHTMARE FROM WHICH PAUL WOULD SURLY AWAKEN AT ANY MOMENT. But he didn't wake up. This was real. It was a result of the sadistic streak of the wealthiest boy in the town. Matt took his own fat teenage dick out of his shorts and stood there proudly beating his meat as he watched the impaled boy struggle on the bedpost.
"Don't lose your footing or it could be dangerous. Now let me see you work eight inches of bedpost up your cunt. Come on Paul. I know you can do it. If you do a good job, I won't be angry with you anymore. You know I like you and want to be your friend. Come on, work more bedpost up your pussy!"
Much as it hurt, Paul forced more bedpost up his ass. He could feel the knob in his guts. His breathing came in huge gulps. His entire smooth muscular young body glistened with sweat and anguish.
"That a boy, Paul. That's a good boy. Now ride that bedpost. Hump up and down on that bedpost. Fuck that bedpost in and out of your ass! come on, Paul baby, make me proud of you. Bounce on it!"
Like a slave or a mindless robot, Paul Marshall began to bounce on the bedpost. He grunted and wheezed. His ass rode up and down on the bedpost. He felt as if his guts were being ripped out, but he did it.
"Come on, Paul, faster. Harder! Reallyfuck your twat on that bedpost!"
Pauls big dick and balls flopped up and down as he bounced on the bedpost knob. Ass liquid and lube ran down the bedpost. Paul's grunts grew high pitched and almost scream like.
'Harder, Motherfucker. Bounce on there harder. Show me what you can do! Fuck your cunt on that bedpost. Show me the respect I deserve. Get more up there. You can get more up there. You can get ten inches up there. I know you can! Do it, ASSWIPE!"
Matt was pumping his enormous teen prick for all it was worth. His immense balls bounced and swung. The sounds of two teenage boys getting off on sex filled the house, except that for one boy, is was all pain and no pleasure.
"Oh fuck that is great. Bounce more. Really fuck yourself on that bedpost. Show me what a fucking cockslut you can be!" Matt yelled in a thick hoarse teenage boy voice filled with testosterone. His fat dick was spraying pre-fuck all over the room. Paul grunted and groaned as he shoved more and more bedpost up his raped asshole to please his wealthy master. Maybe this would be the end. Maybe this was the end of the sadistic games and the humiliation. Paul's breath was short and ragged as he bounced on the bedpost. Matt grunted and made squeezing noises as he pounded his cuntstuffer.
'It's...your fucking fault...Paul. I'm fucking cumming, and I wanted to save my jizz for a cunt at the party. You fucking bastard! You Faggot. You're making me cum! You're going to get it for this!!!" Matt gave a howl and ropes of thick boy jizz sprayed from his large pisshole as he pumped his fat cock. Cum splattered paul on the legs. Cum trailed across the bed sheets. Cum poured from the dickhead like piss!
Paul stopped bouncing on the bedpost and looked with amazement at how much spooge Matt shot. He didn't know why it was his fault, but he had a feeling that he would be paying a price for Matt's untimely orgasm.
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