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Paul was fucking nervous. HE could hear guests arriving downstairs for the party. Matt had made him go up into his bedroom to wait until summoned. Most of the kids at the party were boys and girls from Paul's school. They were people he knew,for Christ's sake. Here Paul sat on the floor naked in Matt's room. He was afraid to sit on the furniture since he had spent hours cleaning the room. On top of that, he was totally bare assed naked. His ass had black and blue blotches from getting whipped. His balls were swollen and sore. He felt like shit. He sat on the floor, his hands unconsciously covering his fat dick and balls. He felt so totally vulnerable. So helpless. When he thought over the many disgusting things he had been forced to do during the day, he got sick to his stomach. At least Matt had allowed him to shower, gargle, brush his teeth and get really clean. He felt as if he still could not wash the scum off of himself. Paul glanced at the clock on the desk. The party was meant to start at eight. It was only seven-forty-five now, but some kids had already arrived. Paul could hear the booming voice of Chet Larkin, one of Matt's big jock bully friends. He could also hear some girl voices.
Then the bedroom door opened and Matt stood there, dressed in three hundred dollar jeans and a designer tee shirt that cost four hundred. He had a big smile on his handsome face.
"Well, buddy, the party is getting started. You did a real good job cleaning the house and setting out snacks and stuff. The place looks awesome."
"Thanks," Paul muttered.
"But now I need your help. I want you to pass among the guests with trays of snacks. We have these little wieners . I think that would be perfect for you to pass. Come on what are you waiting for? Get up."
Paul struggled to his feet. "Matt, you can't expect me to go down there bare assed. You can't. What would all those kids think? "
Matt gave one of his winning grins. "Of course I don't expect you to go around the party naked. Who could eat and drink with your big dick swinging around the place. You might make the kids sick!" He laughed then out loud. "Do you really think I am that insensitive? That I would so humiliate you? Of courser I wouldn't really do that. What happened today was a test of sorts. And I admit it got a bit out of hand. It's just that you are so fucking naturally submissive. You bring out the worst in a guy. Now come on, wipe that frown off your face and put on a smile and get dressed for the party."
And with that, Matt Henshaw held out the most obscene piece of clothing Paul had ever seen. Paul's mouth hung agape at the sight of it. It was a jock strap. A black jock strap. But where the pouch should have been, there was this black netting. Netting that could clearly be seen through.
"I hope you like it. I bought it with you in mind." Matt continued to smile and held out the obscene prick pouch. Paul was afraid to touch it. His fingers trembled as he took it from his schoolmate's hand.
"You have to be kidding, Matt. I couldn't wear this. There will girls at that party. Girls I know from school. A joke is a joke, but you can't be serious about taking it this far. I cannot go in public wearing this."
Matt frowned now. And when Matt frowned, kids go scared. He was not the kind of guy to be messed with or crossed. "You know, Paul. I am getting fucking sick of you and this whole thing. You never appreciate anything I do for you. I am sick and tired of having you question every fucking thing I say. I am sick of you disobeying me. I have a good mind to call my father right now, and by morning your dad and brother would be out of a job and you will have lost your home. Now do I do that, or do you put on the fucking costume? Jesus, you are a spoiled sport. Think of this as a kind of costume party if you have to. Except you are the only one in costume. I 'm sure you wouldn't want me to make you show your bedpost fucking trick to any of my buddies. That would get you a real name around school. Now put on the fucking jockstrap!"
Paul stepped into the black jockstrap and pulled it up. It fit okay, but when he turned to look in the mirror, his jaw dropped open. His large penis and balls could clearly be seen through the black mesh netting. They looked even more on display than if he were naked for some reason.
"Well, I think it looks great. What the fuck were you so worried about? You are a good looking guy, Paul, even if you are a faggot. And you look great in that pouch. You should be proud of your body and your equipment."
"Oh please, Matt. I am begging you. Please..." tears filled Paul's eyes.
"Only a couple of eighth grade girls Chet and I are currently fucking are here so far. Let's see what they think of the costume. Let's get an objective opinion. Follow me downstairs."
Matt turned and led the way, and poor young Paul, totally humiliated followed. Each step of the carpeted stair on his naked feet brought home the fact that he was almost totally bare assed, and that his entire prick and balls could be seen through the thin black netting. He could feel his dick and nuts wobble in the pouch as he walked.
Chet and the two young girls hooted with laughter. One of the girls did a spit take with the brandy and soda she was sipping. They may have been fourteen, but they looked even younger. The both had nice tit development though. The guys liked that. They were both cheerleaders in the eighth grade and would be on the high school squad next semester if they fucked enough boys. It was an unwritten law that the captains of every high school sports team got to fuck every new cheerleader. Then she had to suck off every guy on every team. It was a kind of harmless initiation kind of thing. The kids enjoyed it.
Paul stood there at the bottom of the stairs while the four teenagers looked him over.
"Jesus, he really must be a fucking faggot to dress like that. I ain't letting him near me in the locker room no more." Chet said, and everybody except Paul had a good laugh.
"This is Paul's serving costume. You know how poor his family is, so I am helping him out by letting him work for me. He will be serving snacks and drinks at the party, and I wanted your opinion of how he looked in his service uniform."
Sandy, the chick who obviously belonged to Matt from the way he stood behind her and started to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples through her blouse, leaned in to get a better look at Paul's dick and balls. \
"Well, he's nice and big. I thought all faggots had small dicks. But he is nice and big. Not as big as you, Matt. But then nobody in the school is." She giggled and Matt squeezed her tits. "That';s right, bitch. And if you are a good little cunt, and don't get too stinking drunk at the party, you may get to feel my big fat dick up your pussy later on." It was obvious she wore no bra. The brown of her nipples showed through the thin material of the blouse. But now Matt raised her short cheerleading skirt and it could be seen that the eighth grade girl wore no panties either. Matt started to finger her bald little cunt.
"Jesus Bitch, your cunt is juicing already. You pussy is running like a fucking faucet." His fingers were digging in her cunt.
"I can't help it, Matt. You get me all sexed up and then you know my pussy leaks."
"Yeah, well, I can't greet my guests like this with my fingers stinking like cunt." He walked over to the dumbstruck embarrassed Paul. "Here, Paul, be a good friend and lick my girl's cunt juice off my fingers, will you?" Chet roared with laughter as the poor teenage boy opened his mouth and Matt stuck his pussy juice slick fingers into his mouth. Paul wanted to puke. But he dutifully sucked.
"You see girls, how powerful I am. This faggot will do anything I tell him to. He even sucked my dick today. Didn't you Paul?"
"Yethh Thir..." Paul said, the fingers fucking in and out of his mouth.
"But I want to know what you girls think of his servant's uniform for the party. Do you like it?"
Sandy stood there rubbing her own bald pussy now, looking at the almost naked Paul. "Well, I like it. But I don't like all that ugly dark hair down there. It's like a jungle and you can't see the nice pink prick and balls clearly. Right Jenny?"
"Yeah, he's definitely got too much hair." Said Jenny, a bit distracted because Chet had his hands under her tube top and was pulling on her nipples. "Hey, Chet, the party is just getting started. Slow down!"
She should not have said that. Chet hauled off and slapped her hard across the face. "Fucking Bitch. If you want to be my girlfriend, you spread them where and when I say. You got that, you fucking Cunt? I can get any girl in the eighth grade I want, and you are lucky to be at this party. I am a high school senior and you better be fucking grateful I even look at a dirty little slut like you."
Jenny's eyes filled with tears and her cute little mouth made a little pout. "I'm sorry Chet. I didn't mean it like that. I only meant, we have the whole night ahead of us. Of course you can do anything you want with me."
Matt eyed the little cunt carefully. Sandy would never dare to tell him what to do. He could finger the hot little bitch in the middle of the high school auditorium if he wanted to. She knew where her bread was buttered all right. Matt didn't like uppity cunts. His philosophy was that no matter how young, cunts had to learn their place in life. And that was to service a dude's dick! Period. Let's face it. Dudes like to hang out with their buddies. They only go to cunts when they need to unload their balls. The pretend all that romantic and lovey shit just so they can get into a virgin cunt. Once they have dick dumped, they want to get back to their male friends.
That's just how life is.
"You know, Sandy, sweetheart, I think you may have something there. you may also have something here..." He shoved his fingers back up her cunt, quite hard.She gave a grunt, but spread her legs wider apart. Matt was showing Chet how a dude should treat his girl. He was showing off a bit.
"Yes, my sweet little bitch, you are right. All that nasty prick and ball hair really gets in the way. And it looks so untidy, especially at a party. Tell you what. all of you come with me."
He pulled Sandy by her cunt. He led them all into a kind of convenience room at the rear of the first level of the mansion. In the room were two large sinks, the kind you use to empty washing machine water into. Matt said he would be right back, and ran out of the room. Chet was busy fingering Jenny's cunt now, trying to prove that he had a good girlfriend too. Jenny had a kind of dead smile on her face as her high school senior boyfriend rammed his thick fingers in and out of her fourteen year old cunt. Chet didn't have the looks or charm or money of Matt, but he was Varsity!
Matt came back with a can of shaving cream and a razor. "I have to go and welcome the other guests, but I want Sandy and Jenny here to help me out by shaving Paul's pubic and ball hair. And you might as well do his asshole hair while you are at it too."
"Oh God, NO!"
"Oh God, yes! Now paul you step into that sink there and stand nice and still. Well take off the fucking jock strap for shit's sake. How the fuck can they shave your balls with your jock on? You will look so much nicer in your costume with your dick and balls shaved. Now I want you two girls to have lots of fun here, shaving our boy. He's not used to having girls touch him down there. Who knows, you might make a straight guy out of him. Chet and I will welcome guests and get the party going. Sandy let me know when he is totally shaved and ready to serve. Oh and don't forget to shave off all of his asshole hair too. I want a real pretty pussy down there."
Can you imagine high school kids playing these kinds of disgusting games with each other?
As Chet and Matt left the room, Chet complained, "Aw Jeez Matt, I was gonna get my dick sucked before the party."
Matt chuckled and slapped his buddy on the shoulder. "There will be plenty of time to ram your fat prick into that fucking Bitch's mouth later. For now, let them shave the faggot. We are going to have fun tonight.
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