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Two cars filled with wild, horny teen boys pulled up to the pizza parlor. They hauled Paul out of the trunk. The poor abused boy looked like shit. His hair was stiff in places with cum. His face was streaked with cum and tears. He hunched his shoulders over in shame as he entered the restaurant. The gang of jocks commandeered a couple of large booths in the corner and then Matt turned to Paul.
"Okay Paul. Lose the shorts!" Paul could not believe what he was hearing. The joint was filled with over a hundred teenagers of both sexes. It was the big after school hang out. How Could Matt expect him to take off his shorts and sit there with his dick and balls hanging out?" Paul stared at him like an idiot.
"Did you hear what I said, Asswipe? Take off the fucking shorts!"
Paul lifted his abused fucked ass and slid the shorts down. The booth bench he was sitting on felt cold against his ass cheeks and a little cum squirted out of his ass. Paul squeezed his legs together and jammed his hands into his crotch.
"Legs spread wide and hands on the table." Matt smiled and the other jocks nodded sagely and chuckled. Paul spread his legs and his balls draped over the edge of the bench. His only hope was that the table prevented anyone from seeing him. His heart was beating wildly. The Pizza waiter, a kid from another high school came over. He started to take their order. Suddenly Matt knocked the napkin wrapped utensils onto the floor. "Oh I'm sorry, could you get that please?" He said to the waiter. The waiter bent down to retrieve the utensils and saw Paul's big fat naked dick and balls hanging there. His sixteen year old eyes grew wide. He backed away a step or two like he had caught the plague. The guys at the table roared and Paul got tears in his eyes.
"What the Fuck? You can't do that in here. I'll have to call the manager!" The kid said, all red faced. But Matt raised a calming hand.
"Listen dude, the kid is a fucking faggot. We are punishing him for staring at our dicks in the locker room all the time. You are a good looking dude, you must know how fucking frustrating it is when a faggot stares at your dick and drools."
The kid made a face. 'Yeah, I fucking hate it."
"So we are punishing the fucking faggot cocksucker!" Matt smiled and pointed at Paul who felt like shit.
"Yeah, but it's against the law to be naked in public and I..."
"If you don't say anything about it, You can have a good blow job from the faggot before we leave." Now the teen cocked his head to one side and considered.
"No shit, the faggot will suck me off?"
"He just finished sucking off our whole team. He'd be happy to suck your dick for you. Wouldn't you, Faggot?" Matt turned to Paul. Paul knew things would only get worse if he made a scene.
"Yes." he mumbled, looking down at the table.
"Tell this good looking dude you would be honored and happy to suck his big dick!"
Paul blinked the tears out of his eyes. "I would be honored and happy to suck your big dick, Sir." He said.
"Holy Shit. Wait 'til I tell my buddies about this." The kid lit up like a Christmas tree.
To Paul it seemed to take forever, but in due course the pizzas and cokes were served. While waiting, the boys chatted about cunt and made Paul masturbate himself, but not cum of course. Paul was so exhausted and beaten down he could hardly concentrate. His mind was in a fog. It suddenly dawned on him that he needed to piss urgently.
"Please, Sir, I need to piss." he said to Matt. Matt was engrossed in a discussion about the cunt of a fourteen year old freshman girl.
"That fucking cunt should be nailed to the wall with dick. We got to get her to a party and gang bang the bictch...huh, what is it, Paul. Can't you see we are busy talking about cunt? Something you are not interested in, I know."
"Please, Sir, I need to piss bad!"
"Okay, go ahead." Matt turned back to the discussion, a twinkle in his eye.
"I can't go without my shorts!" Paul sounded almost belligerent. He was desperate.
"Well you are going to have to."
Paul bit his lower lip and tried to hold back the piss. He looked around. The toilet was at the far end of the restaurant. He could not cross the restaurant totally naked from the waist down. Everyone would see his dick and balls. He tried to focus on the cunt chat. The guys were not comparing the pussies of two sophomore girls that most of them had fucked.
"She's loose by now. Everybody has fucking had her, " one jock was saying.
"Fucking dirty cock slut are all the same. They just cannot get enough jock dick!" The guys high fived each other and laughed.
"Please, Matt, I can't hold it any more. I'm, going to piss right here on the floor!" Paul was in agony.
"Oh for Christ's sake, here!" Matt handed Paul an empty water glass. "Here, piss in this."
In total shame, Paul held the glass down between his legs and let his big dick drape over the rim. Then he closed his eyes and started to piss.
The guys at the table all heard it. "Gross," one of them said, and then they all laughed. Paul filled the glass with piss. He didn't know what to do with it. He put it down on the floor next to his feet. It was about that time that the pizza arrived. But Matt had another good idea. The guys all dug in. Matt cut a nice big slice of fully loaded pizza for Paul, but then pulled it away again. He smiled and waved for some eighth grade boys at another table to come over. The young kids were really impressed that the most important boy in town and a high school senior jock would talk to them. They scrambled over to Matt.
"You guys know about faggots, don't you?" Matt asked the gang of boys, five in all. The kids nodded their heads.
"You got to be careful of them and teach them their place. Otherwise they will try to get into your pants."
"Gross," One eighth grade kid said, making a face. He was a cute kid with freckles.
Matt pointed at Paul. "This is a faggot. We are teaching him a lesson cause he is after our dicks all the time. I will give each of you dudes twenty bucks if you help us teach the faggot a lesson."
The boys lit up. Twenty bucks to an eighth grade kid is good money.
"What do we gotta do?' Freckle face answered. Some of his buddies looked a bit shy.
Matt smiled. "It's easy. You got to take this piece of pizza into the toilet and all jerk off onto it. Then you bring it back and the faggot will eat it."
Paul shook his head no. It did no good. The kids were wild with enthusiasm. It was such fun to do something a bit naughty, and especially to impress the older guys. They returned with proud shiny faces, beaming with success. The piece of pizza was covered with white cock slime. Long strings of fuck criss-crossed the cheese and pepperoni. Globs of cum covered the sausage. Matt paid the boys.
"Can we stay and watch him eat it?"
"Naw, you go on back to your own table. You can watch him from there."
You can imagine what happened next. Paul was made to eat the cum soggy pizza. He wanted to puke. The jocks thought it was hysterically funny. He made a really sick face and a roar of laughter came from the eighth grade table. Heads turned. Paul could hardly swallow the mess. He felt sick to his stomach.
"May I have some water, Please?" he begged Matt.
"Drink your glass of piss!" Matt answered and more laughter ensued.
Paul drank the glass of piss and ate the cum soggy pizza. What could he do. And after, he was allowed to don his shorts and follow the waiter into the boys toilet to give the kid a blow job. The boy had a small thin dick and he shot off almost at once. But it was the humiliation that hurt Paul. He felt like an animal. Less than human.
They drove Paul home, once more in the trunk of the car, but when they let him out, he was shocked and disturbed to hear that Matt was going to accompany him into his home. What did Matt Henshaw want in his home? Matt even put an arm around Paul's shoulder as they walked up toward the house. The door was opened by Paul's mom, a shocked look on hr face as well.
"Aren't you Matt Henshaw?"
Matt beamed. "And you must be Mrs. Marshall. Paul has told me so much about you. Paul and I have become good friends." Paul looked sick. He was scared out of his mind. What was going on?
Paul's mother studied her son. "Paul you look terrible. What happened to you? Why are you dressed like that?"
Matt stepped into the house. "Mrs. Marshall, If you would allow me a word alone with you and your husband, and perhaps your older son for just a minute, I think I can explain everything." Paul panicked. Matt wanted to talk to his brother and parents. Why? What was going on? What was about to happen? Would he tell them about what he had been made to do? Would he tell them them he had been fucked in the ass and made to suck cock? Paul would die of shame. He especially didn't want his mother to hear such things.
Paul was left in the kitchen while Matt chatted with Paul's dad and mom and older brother. It took about twenty minutes. Maria, his sister in law hovered near the kitchen. She was still totally ashamed because she had been fucked by Paul. They hardly looked at each other any more. Finally Matt emerged, a huge smile on his face.
"I'll pick you up for school tomorrow, Paul, about 7:00 A.M. You have a few things to do before school starts." He casually groped his crotch and headed out the door. Maria saw it all.
The Paul's father called him into the living room.
"Sit down, Son. I'll get right to the point. This is not easy for me to say. This is not going to be easy for your mother or older brother or any of us. But we have no choice. I am so sorry that the burden for preserving the family has fallen on your shoulders. Believe me, if there was anything I could do to help you, I would. But my hands are tied."
"Art, can we do this?" Paul's mother said, a worried frown on her pretty face.
"Alice, we have no choice. Now hush up, please. You are just making things worse. Son, Matt Henshaw is a sadistic perverted monster of a teen, as you have no doubt discovered. You know his father owns this town and just about owns us as well. The father is no better than the son. He holds the mortgage on our house. Your brother and I work for him. Now, Matt has threatened us. He will take the house, take our jobs and worse, conjure up some story about us cheating the company so we will go to prison. You know the police are in his pocket. Your brother and I will go to prison unless you help us out. It seems you are to be Matt Henshaw's slave. You are to obey his every order. He gets some kind of pleasure out of controlling you. I'm sure it will not last long. The fun of it will pass and Matt will move on to some other kid he can abuse. But for now, I am afraid, your servitude to him is the only thing keeping our family safe. I hate to ask you to do this, but what choice do we have. Your mother is physically not strong. Maria will be pregnant soon, we all need you to do this for us."
Paul found it hard to swallow. He looked over into the handsome face of his older brother.
"It's something you gotta do for us, buddy. You gotta bite the bullet until we can find some way to lick this. I just got married for Christ's sake. I don't want to go to prison."
"Especially for a crime we didn't commit." Paul's father said. He was trembling slightly and looked suddenly older. "Can you do this, Paul? For us?"
Paul was beaten. "Yeah, I guess." Inside, he didn't know if he could. He didn't know how much strength he had left. It had been such hell and was bound to get worse.
"Son, we love you so much. And we promise to help you in every way possible. It's going to be hard on all of us. Matt Henshaw has made some rules for us to follow. Rules for all of us. Some kind of sick game he is playing. But we need to follow the rules."
"What kind of rules?" Paul looked pale. He dreaded what was coming.
Paul's mother put one hand to her mouth and stiffled a sob.
"From now on, in the house, you are to be naked at all times."
Paul gulped. "Naked? In front of Mom?"
"In front of all of us. You are to eat your meals, do chores, whatever you do naked. Matt wants you to watch tv with us for a couple of hours a night. You will be naked."
Paul looked at his family. Maria was in the doorway looking pale. Paul's big bro hung his handsome head. Paul's mother had tears in her eyes.
"I...I...how can I do that? How can I do such a shameful thing?"
"We'll help you son. We'll look at you as little as possible, and we'll all get used to it. Soon, it will stop being such a shock. We'll get through this together."
"Oh, God, naked in front of all of you. All the time?"
Paul's father shook his head in despair. "That's not all, Son. When you are with us, Matt wants...you are to...oh shit."
"Oh Art..." Paul's mother said, crossing to her husband and holding his head.
"What? What is it?" Paul asked.
"When you are in the house with us. Naked in the house with us...you are to maintain a full erection at all times!" Even Paul's brother had tears in his eyes.
"That fucking sadistic sick bastard. Some day, I'll get him, I swear." he said.
"For now we have to do what he says. We might as well tell you the rest Paul."
"There's more?"
"You are only to go to the toilet if one of the family is supervising you. We are to take photos to document this. And at night..." his voice broke off in agony.
"What at night?"
"Matt Henshaw has changed our sleeping arrangements. Until further notice, at night, you are to sleep with your brother and his new wife."
"What do you mean?" Paul frowned.
"The three of us got to sleep bare assed in one small bed. You in the middle. This is some sick shit!"
"I don't know if I can do that..." Maria spoke up. "I have a say too."
"Would you rather see your husband, ass fucked in prison?" Paul's brother spat venomously. Then his handsome face softened. 'I'm sorry, darling, I didn't mean that. But what choice do we have?"
"This is just a sick teenage game. It will last for a few days at the most. I'm sure of it. Let's just live with it. We are all adults here and can deal with it. We are not sexual perverts and we can maintain our dignity. The difficult part rests on Paul. We all need to be behind him."
The family turned to look at Paul. They starred at him in silence. The love in the room was strong.
"Well, Son," Paul's dad said finally, "I guess you'd better strip out of those clothes."
Paul stood up, and with trembling fingers reached for his shorts. He was about to strip naked in front of his family. He was about to let his dad and mom see his teenage dick and balls. The humiliation was unbearable.
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