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Paul lay curled up in a fetal position in the corner of the locker room. He felt that he simply could not take any more abuse. It was not humanly possible. His slender pale teenage body was covered with cum. It was caked in thick layers on his chest. It ran from his handsome face like melting ice cream. His hair was thick with teenage jock jizz and spit. Twenty-three guys. He had sucked the assholes, armpits, balls and cocks of twenty-three guys. He had been forced to crawl on hands and knees around the shower and tongue the sweaty assholes and ball sacks of twenty-three high school jocks. Boys he had known for years, some since first grade, who had been friends of his, now called him Faggot and Cocksucker and kicked him with their bare feet to get him sucking more efficiently. Dick leak ran down onto his upturned face as he licked the heavy scrotums of the jocks. At first the water from the showers had been a blessing, but one clever young man had announced that it would be more fun to turn the water off and shower after they had showered poor Paul with fuckslop! So it turned into a bukake session. The guys actually lined up to be dick sucked by their former friend. Matt organized it all beautifully. Every sized dick you can imagine. every taste and smell. Most of the boys didn't take long. Boys that age are ready to blow in a few minutes. The jocks were however very inventive. Some also wanted their feet licked and sucked. Some jerked off into their own hands while Paul sucked on their assholes, and then rubbed the cum all over the boy's face. At times, Paul jerked a prick in each hand while he sucked on a third. At least no one had mentioned ass fucking. Paul seemed safe anyway on that count. At lest for this one day. The idea that he was expected to do this every day from now own after sports practice was unbearable to even comprehend. How could he suck twenty-three cocks every single day? How could he survive such brutal treatment? Dirty fucking high school boys who think about only one fucking thing in life! Unloading their teenage nuts. Load after load had spewed down Paul's throat. His stomach felt sick from the thick slop sloshing around down there. He wanted to puke, but he knew that would anger Matt.
Finally the showers had come on, the boys cleaned themselves and still joking about various cunts at the school and the faggots and the teachers, they left the shower area to dress and go home. Matt and three of his buddies stayed behind. Matt looked down at the totally beaten boy curled in a tiny ball in the corner.
With one bare foot, Matt kicked a large bar of soap across the shower room to Paul. "Here, Faggot, you gotta clean out your dirty cocksucking mouth. Put the bar of soap in your face cunt." Paul looked up bleary eyed from where he lay. The Four boys who had stayed behind were all incredibly handsome, well muscled high school jocks. They stood their with their flaccid dicks swinging, cruel smiles on their faces. "Wash out your fucking dirty cocksucker mouth with the soap!"
Too weak to protest any longer, Paul reached out for the soap and picked it up. Still lying on the tiled shower room floor, he put the soap into his own mouth. For a few seconds there was nothing, and then the soap began to bubble and foam up. The horrid taste of soap filled his mouth and ran down his throat. He started to choke and gag. He spit the soap out and knelt up to puke up the contents of his stomach. The cum of twenty-three boys spewed out of his mouth and splattered the shower room floor, along with bits of his lunch. He held his stomach as he puked and puked. The guys in the shower room laughed and slapped each other on the naked shoulders and asses.
"That was a bad boy. You know it was bad to vomit up all that nice cum that these handsome dudes have given you from their big fat dicks.. How fucking impolite. Now you will have to lick it all up again!"
Paul, on hands and knees crawled across the floor toward Matt. He lifted his cute cum streaked face to his master. He was beaten. "Please, sir, don't make me do that. I am sick. I am really sick. I can't take any more. He burped and cum ran from his nose and from the corner of his mouth. He was a fucking mess. Matt lifted one naked foot and pushed Paul in the cum coated face with it. Paul slid across the tiled floor. "Get back there and lick up the fucking cum puke!" There was no mercy, no humanity in this wealthy high school thug.
Sobbing dry sobs because his tears were all gone, Paul dragged himself back to the puddle of puked up cum and started to lick it.
"You never waste our precious Warrior Cum!" The Warriors was the name of the school team. Matt stood there playing with his naked flaccid dick and full young balls right in front of his buddies. He was totally one hundred percent comfortable with himself in every way. A perfect teen God.
"Stop for a minute!" Paul stopped, looking up, strings of cum hanging from his swollen cocksucker lips. His eyes were blurry and unfocused. He looked mentally challenged.
"Pick up the bar of soap and shove it up your ass!" Paul swung his head from side to side almost as if he did not comprehend what had been said to him. Then his eyes locked onto the bar of soap. Almost in slow motion, he reached for it and picked it up. He reached back and spread his own firm young ass cheeks and positioned the large bar of soap at his abused recently teacher fucked asshole. He pushed the bar of soap against his asscunt and after a second the swollen ass lips opened to accept the large hunk of soap. He grunted in numb pain as the soap nestled itself deeply in his rectum like some giant turd. He looked back at the lake up puked up cum in front of him and bent his head to continue licking. Matt kicked and a second bar of soap slid across the tiled shower room floor toward him.
"Shove that one up your asshole too!"
" I can't sir, it hurts too much!"
"JUST FUCKING DO IT!" Matt barked. And Paul tried to insert a second bar of soap up his fucked up ass cunt. He didn't feel like a boy any more. He didn't even feel human. The second bar pushed the first deeper into his bowels. He began to get terrible stomach cramps.
"Lick PUke, Mutherfucker!"
Paul went back to his puke licking. When he had gotten it all up off the floor where two dozen bare teenage feet had just walked, he looked up at Matt.
"I feel like some pizza, don' t you? What say we go for some pizza?"
Paul didn't know if Matt had been speaking to him or his buddies. He was in no condition for anything. the soap in his ass was slowly melting, sending trails of soap suds out of his hole. When the boy coughed, cum bubbled up from his stomach. His hair was stiff with dried jizz. His face coated with boy slop.
"Let's go Paul, don't you feel like Pizza?"
Paul, still on the floor looked up at the jocks.
"Please," he said with a thick cum clogged voice. "I just want to go home."
"Sure after we have some pizza. We want to reward you for your excellent cocksucking today. Remember you have to do just as well every day. And some of the guys will want to fuck your pussy too, after they relax a bit and get into it. It's going to be fun, just wait." Only half the words registered on the poor boy's befuddled mind.
"Ugh, May I shower and get cleaned up?"
Matt smiled. "NO, we want you to come with us, just like you are."
"But, I'm...I'm all...I'm covered with..."
"Get used to it, Faggot. You're going to look like that alot from now on. Let's get going." He padded on bare feet over to Paul and kicked him in the ass. Paul crawled from the shower room amid the swinging dicks of the jocular jocks.
Near Matt's locker was a large cardboard box filled with stinking, filthy jock straps. Each one had a boy's name on it in magic marker.
"We got a little homework job for you. You need to clean all our jockstraps once a week. we been wearing these stinking things all week."
Paul looked down into the cardboard box of twisted stained athletic supporters. The mesh pouches were stretched out of shape by hefty teenage cocks and balls and the material was thick and stiff with boy cock leak and piss.
"Have them spick and span by tomorrow. And oh, one more thing. We don't want them machine washed. It makes them too stiff and uncomfortable."
"I'll hand wash them..." Paul mumbled, knowing now how he was going to spend his night.
"No, Paul.!" Matt said. Paul looked up at him.
"You will mouth wash them. You will suck each jock strap clean! You will lick and suck each and every stain out. You will lick and suck the skid marks from the ass straps. You will clean every fucking prick pouch with your faggot tongue. Is that clear?"
"My mouth will be too dry to do that." Paul was being practical.
"That's what the soap up your ass is for. You put some soap and water in your mouth and then suck on the jock straps. It's easy once you get the hang of it. If the soap up your ass melts before you get to your job, I'm sure you have more soap around at home. Just to make sure you don't cheat us, you will perform you cleaning task in front of your webcam so we can watch you while we do our homework."
"What about my homework?"
"It will just have to wait. You are a fucking faggot cocksucker now, so you have priorities."
The boys dressed in jeans and pullovers. Paul knelt there on the floor, feeling horrible. His stomach cramped every few minutes, sending waves of pain through his young body.
"Well, you'd better get dressed, Paul, or do you want to go for Pizza looking like that?"
Matt threw some clothes at the boy. Paul looked at them. They consisted of a pair of very small shorts like a boy in fourth or fifth grade might wear and a wife beater strap style under shirt, also much too small for him.
"These won't fit me." Paul whined, sick at the prospect of perhaps having to enter a pizza parlor dressed in such ridiculous clothing.
"Sure they will. Just squeeze into them."
The shorts were very small, hardly rising up beyond Paul's ass crack in the rear and his pubic mound in front. His big teen dick looked huge snaking and pushing against the material. A wet spot formed at the back at once from the soap suds leaking out of the boy's ass. The singlet was also very tight and it didn't reach the shorts, leaving a large expanse of naked stomach. The dried cum coating his body was also fully on display. It looked like he had been covered with glue that had dried. His face glistened with it. His hair was thick with it.
"No shoes, no service, here put these on." Matt kicked over a pair of flip flops for Paul to wear. "I can't have your spooge coated faggot body in my good car, Paul, so you will have to ride in the trunk! I hope you don't mind."
As they walked through the school halls and out toward the parking lot, a number of other late leaving students passed the boys. They said hello to Matt, and then fell apart in fits of laughter looking at Paul. Girl and guy students collapsed in laughter and snapped photos of Paul with their cell phones. One beautiful girl whom Paul had actually dated a few times stood in awe. "What is he going on? Paul what are you covered with? Have you been working in the woodwork shop or something?" She was a very nice girl but not real swift.
Matt smiled. "No, Marcy, actually he has been sucking cock!" Paul wanted to fall through the floor. The girl looked at him with wide eyes. Her hand went to her mouth like she was going to be sick. "Paul is our school cocksucker. But if you'd lie to take his place, you would be more than welcome." Matt smiled. The jocks laughed. And Marcy ran down the hall like she was going to puke. Paul wanted to cry, but as I said, he had no tears left.
In the parking lot, he was forced to climb into the trunk of Matt's care, then the jocks piled into the front and off they went for pizza. What new horrors awaited Paul at the pizza parlor?
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