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It was almost time for the party. Everything was set and ready to go. Paul had had a miserable afternoon. After being forced to fuck himself on the bedpost, Matt had insisted that he be punished for causing the teenage jock to shoot his wad. " I was saving that jizz for the cunt of some little freshman twat, and now you caused me to blow my load with your faggoty bedpost fucking."
Of course there was no logic to what the cute teen said, there didn't need to be. He was the son of the richest most powerful man in town. Matt's father owned the town and everyone in it. Logic doesn't matter when you have money. There are always two sets of rules for the rich and powerful. Those rules they set for themselves and the rules they set for everyone else.
Paul was forced to rise up off the bedpost. A "squishing" sound came from his stretched asshole as he pulled it from the wooden bedpost. His rectum throbbed with pain. Matt ordered the younger boy to scoop all of the spent jizz up into his hand and then to lick it off. Then he made Paul lick his big floppy dick clean of the remaining drops of cum. Matt had a magnificent dick, no doubt about it. After it shot its wad, it hung thick and pink and meaty over a large set of teenage nuts. Some kids have everything. Matt was fucking rich, had amazing good looks, a well toned muscular body with a hot hard tight round ass, and to top it off, the fattest, fullest, pinkest, hunkiest piece of fuckmeat in the whole school. Girls literally fought over his dick. Girls in seventh and eighth grade heard about Matt Henshaw's awesome dick and talked to each other about it in breathless tones. "Do you really think it's that big. I hear he insists on fucking a girl not only in her pussy but in her ass as well! I heard Jenny Lawler almost choked to death on his cock, and he wouldn't let her come up for air.I heard he makes you suck it on the first date! Any girl he dates isn't allowed to wear bra or panties. He wants her totally available at all times. I also heard he makes his girlfriends suck and fuck with his high school buddies. Could that be true? I wouldn't care as long as I could have Matt Henshaw for a boyfriend."
Imagine girls in seventh and eighth grade with such thoughts. Matt and his buddies encouraged such things. They were known to send photos of themselves totally naked with hard ons to girls as young as in the fourth and fifth grade. Imagine being in the fourth or fifth grade and cherishing a photo of Matt Henshaw's huge fucking cock. Imagine playing with your little pussy at night while you look at it and dream of dating Matt Henshaw. He was like a pop star to the girls in the town. They would ram their fingers deep into their little cunts, sometimes breaking their own cherries while they pretended it was Matt Henshaw's fat dick.
He was a devious stud too. He would get the emails of really young girls and then chat them up, until they were in love with him. Then he would say they were too young for him, which of course they were...much too young. Then when they begged him not to think that, but to give them a chance, he would write, "Okay, I'll give you a chance to prove you are mature enough to date me. Send me some totally naked photos of yourself. Show me your tits, your cunt and your asshole. Make sure I can see your face in every one. Send me one of you spreading your legs and spreading your pussy lips too. And your cunt better be opened wide. Then send me one of you doing the same to your asshole. You are too young to have much in the tit department yet, but show me some pics of you pulling on your nipples. And then of you stuffing some fingers as far up your cunt as you can. Remember to smile real pretty in all the photos.If you can do this and prove to me that you are grown up, I might date you and want you for my girlfriend."
Of course some of the girls would never write to him again. They were mortified. But a surprising number of little nymphets did do as he asked, hoping and praying that the cutest, richest boy in town would love them. What Matt did was share the photos with all of his jock buddies in high school. They would sit around, jerking their big leaking dicks and judge the middle school girls.
"Look at that one. She's ready for cock, no doubt about it. She's just begging for it. I'll bet she's already sucking her older brother and maybe her dad too! Once a bitch needs cock, you can't stop her." The boys would beat their meat in a totally heterosexual kind of circle jerk, laughing and joking about the cunts on the little girls. Matt loved really young pussy, but he knew how dangerous it was, so he only indulged himself now and then, and when he knew it was almost totally safe. Of course when you are the son of the most powerful man in town, you can fuck some little middle-school girl pregnant, and then just dump her. What the fuck can her family do about it? Matt love to get them right after they first reached puberty. "Ruin them young," was his philosophy. He had gotten eight little girls pregnant, and then insisted that they carry the babies to term. If they refused, he threatened to ruin their entire families. Poor people are at the mercy of the rich.
Everyone knew of these stories. Still it didn't stop the girls from wanting Matt Henshaw. If anything it made him even more desirable. Each and every little girl in town kept hoping that they would be the girl to tame him. To teach him true love. To catch him and hold on to him for life. Imagine being the girl who snared Matt Henshaw!
After Paul had licked Matt's dick clean, Matt ordered him to lick the bedpost. The wooden post was covered with Paul's ass slime. He wanted to puke just looking at it. But he too was a captive of Matt's power and money. So Paul swallowed his pride along with bits of shit and ass juice. Matt was not totally heartless. He allowed the younger teen to shower and gargle. Paul was once again clean.
But Paul needed to be punished for causing Matt to waste his sperm. So while Paul was still in the shower, Matt came in with a long hose and an enema bag. He made the cute young kid bend over and spread his ass cheeks, and he shoved the nozzle deep into the bedpost fucked ass. Paul yelped in pain. Then Matt released the soap and water enema into the kid's ass.
"Oh God, that hurts, Matt. Please don't do this!"
But it was no use. His begging had not worked all morning, and it didn't work now. His guts filled with soap water. When he thought he could take no more, Matt laughed and re-filled the bag. A second dose of soap water filled the boy's guts. Now his tight young tummy looked bloated like a girl eight month's pregnant. Horrible cramps shot through Paul's tight young teen body. He screamed for Matt to have mercy.
"It's your own fault, Paul. I have to teach you to follow orders without protest, and to not fuck up when I give you a command."
"OHhhh GOOOOD! But I didn't do anything. You came. I didn't do anything to make you shoot your load."
"You acted like a cheap whore fucking yourself on that bedpost. I could see you were enjoying it. Even your dick got thicker and harder. You were fucking that bedpost like a fucking cheap slut, and it caused me to cum." Matt smiled and squeezed the last of the soap water out of the bag. Then he gently released the nozzle from Paul's hole.
"If you leak even so much as a drop of that without permission, you will be sorry you were ever born. And your brother and his new wife will be sorry too. You know, a newly married worker at one of our plants spoke back to my father one time, and I will never forget my dad's remedy. He send ten workers over to the bride and groom's new home. They gang fucked both of them. I was only six at the time, but he let me watch. He told me, 'You got to teach the scum proper respect.' That's what I'm doing here Paul. I am teaching you to respect me. To respect me and my dick! You just do what I tell you, and you will come through this okay, I promise you. I will see to it your family is sitting pretty. But if you let me down, I will ruin all of you. Now I don't want to see a single drop of ass juice leaking out. You just pinch that rectum tight."
Paul was in agony. His body was still wet from the shower. He was crying. His cute face was screwed up in a knot. "Oh God, Matt. I want to. I want to do what you say. I want to, but I can't. It hurts too fucking much. It's killing me. It hurts so bad......." the poor teen sobbed.
Matt smiled. "Learn to control your pain. Think if you were in the Marines doing battle in Iraq. YOu would need to learn how to conquer pain, wouldn't you. What if you were captured by their side....or by our side... and tortured. You would have to fight to withhold information. Pretend you are an innocent Iraqi, and I am Dick Cheney having a little fun on a Saturday after noon, torturing some poor soul before I go out hunting and shoot a friend of mine in the face. A typical Saturday afternoon.
We suspect you have nothing to offer us, but just the same, we will give it a try. Our Republican hard ons are throbbing in our pants as we watch you squirm in pain. Some of the guards are hoping they will get a chance to fuck you in the ass after this all over as a little bonus. Good God, you could even end up being famous. Cheney himself might jerk off all over your face. Vice-Presidential spooge! What a treat.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, for the love of God, I can't hold it" Poor Paul was almost insane with pain. He sank down into the bathtub, his bloated stomach distended like he was about to give birth, his cute features twisted by his agony into a mask of horror.
"It hurts so much!" He grunted, teeth clenched, fingernails buried in the palms of his hands.
"But how do I know if it really hurts so much, little buddy? You said everything hurt. You said it hurt when we had the broom handle up your twat. You said it hurt when we whacked your nuts. Now you see how that didn't even really hurt so badly at all, did it? Now I bet you wish we were beating your nuts again, instead of doing this. What does that teach you? Think about it."
Matt handed Paul a glass from the toothbrush stand. "Here, hold this under your ass, and you may release enough of the ass water to fill it. But not a drop more."
So here was this totally bare assed high school junior standing in a crippled hunched over position in a bathrub. His stomach was bloated and swollen. His legs were bent awkwardly. His face was a mask of pain. His testicles were shriveled and drawn up. His dick hung limp. Spittle hung from his lips and his eyes were glassed over. His nose ran. He was a fucking mess. He held the glass between his legs up to his asshole.
"Better take careful aim, don't spill a drop, or I swear, I will add another bag."
Paul was crying so hard, he could hardly hold the glass still beneath his asshole. He tested the tightness of his sphincter. He was afraid the water would shoot out in a gush and miss the glass. He squeezed. How to hold back the flood? How to control it. He had to. He just had to. He relaxed just a bit and a spray of soap water and ass slime shot out into the glass.
"UUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!" Paul groaned as the ass water started to fill the glass. Up, up, up the filthy liquid came, closer and closer to the top, still the spray did not lessen. Paul knew he had to squeeze off the spray, but how? The stomach cramps were terrible now. His young cute body was wracked with pain. He squeezed his rectum, but the pressure from his guts kept the water coming.
"I can't stop it. I just can't!"
"You better, and you'd better do it quickly too. That glass is almost full. " Matt was laughing out loud, and his fat dick was hard once again.
Paul screamed and clenched his guts and his ass as hard as he could. A few last drops of ass water trickled into the glass, and the flow stopped. He looked up at Matt, his breathing heavy and labored. He gulped down something, he didn't know what, and held out the glass to show his schoolmate.
"Very good, Paul. You see, you are learning control. NOW DRINK IT."
The sound that came out of the cute teen's mouth was like the mewling of a baby kitten. It was high and strained and pathetic and eerie. Paul shook his head, as if he were trying to shake out the command. It could not be true, what Matt had just ordered him to do. Surly the high school senior was jesting. But no, it was true. Paul knew that. It was no more perverted really than the other things the sadistic teen had come up with. He had no choice.
The handsome high school junior, who didn't look so handsome at the moment unless you like the look of messed up, suffering boys, brought the glass of soapy shit water to his pretty lips and started to sip it. The taste was foul, but the soap helped to dissipate the taste of his shit. As he drank, the cramps began once again. His asshole throbbed. In all of h is young years, Paul Marshall had never been so aware of his asshole. He now felt his asshole was a living being somehow divorced from the rest of him. How many teenage boys can claim they are that aware of their assholes?
Matt made Paul fill the glass and drink two more times before the ass water was clear and Matt had grown bored with the entire game. Besides, there was the house to get ready and the food and drink to prepare.
"All right, get cleaned up and then get back to work. There is still lots to do. Later, I will tell you what your duties will be during the party!"
Paul could hardly form the words. "During the party? Oh please let me go home. Look what you have done to me today. I'll help you get ready, but please, don't humiliate me in front of the kids from school. Please, not in front of my friends! Please Matt, I am begging you. Show some mercy!"
"I need your help during the party to serve snacks and do some special things. Exactly what happens, depends on your behavior and how good you are. And wait until you see what I've got you to wear!"
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