Paul's Slavery

  "Now look at yourself, you dumb cunt, you got your lunch all over your fucking face." The attendant laughed. He was a good looking muscular guy with a mean frown and a severe demeanor. Paul was totally whacked out. How could he not get the horse cum and cruel on his face, he had been forced to eat it by kneeling over the dish and licking it up like a cog. The straight jacked covering Paul's upper body was painful and constricting. 

    "I...I...."  he sort of moaned, his lips and tongue coated with horse sperm. 

    "And who is responsible for cleaning you up? Your friendly attendant, that's who! But I don't want to get that crap on my clothes. I'd better shuck down. I get that on my uniform, I'll catch hell from my wife." Teenage high school student Paul Marshall watched in amazement as the attendant peeled out of his own clothes until he stood naked next to the bound boy. He had really thick muscular arms, covered with tattoos, heavy thighs, a real muscle man look.  Paul was shocked at the size of the attendant's prick. It was one of those shockingly heavy dicks that hung wrist thick and swollen even in it's flaccid state. One of the those dicks that wobbled and swung with every move the attendant made. It hung their as if it had a life of it' own over huge nuts. 

   The attendant laughed. "Jesus, I see you love my dick already. I was warned about that. Mr. Henshaw said you are a real fucking pervert and that's why yo are here. He said you can't get enough dick and that you even try to suck off all the jocks at your high school. " It was true. Paul had sucked off a huge number of students at his local high school, but not because he wanted to. He had been forced to by Matt Henshaw. "Well, don't go too crazy over my dick. My wife might get jealous. I've only been married two months and she's still pretty nuts about it. She wants it in her mouth all the time too. But we're kind here at the asylum. And Mr. Henshaw impressed upon us how great your cock addiction is. So we're going to take care of you just fine." 

    "you've got to believe me. It's not my fault.. I...I..don't like to...I hate..." Paul could not even formulate his thoughts correctly anymore. 

    The attendant kicked out with one big naked foot knocking Paul over. "Don't you know it's impolite to speak with your mouth all full and covered with horse cum? By the way how did that taste? Let me know if you like the flavor of it better than dog cum, okay? Now I got to clean you up. Let's see. Lay on the floor on your back with your head over your food dish!"  When Paul was too slow, still trying to adjust to moving while strapped in a straight jacket, the attendant kicked him again, until the kid was positioned with his head on his silver food dish.  

     " Isn't it funny,  they call it a straight jacket, and here we have to use it on a fucking faggot. Oh well, go figure. Maybe it should be called a faggot jacket!"  The muscular naked attendant straddled Paul's body, his fat dick swinging and looking even thicker than before. He leaned over so his face was quite close to Paul's. 

"Now hold still, let' see if we can get some of the food mess off your cute sissy-boy face."  He hawked back and gobbed a huge load of spit and phlegm  right onto Paul's face. 

     Paul tried to turn his face. He grimace. The spit smelled bad and felt worse. It had huge chunks of nose gunk in it. 

     "Hold the fuck still! You turn your head away again, and I swear I will have to punish you. Turn your face up toward me. Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue. DO IT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"  

     Paul opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He knew it was quite useless to disobey anyone. He had learned that over the past week. Hi job was to obey. He did make a kind of high pitched whimper which the attendant thought was hysterically funny. The boy was spat on again and again, until His face and tongue were coated with nose crap and spittle. This attendant really knew how to hawk. He had practiced on plenty of patients. 

   "You like that, huh? One of our workers here has terrible allergies and always has a really runny nose. I'll make sure he blows his nose in your food for you." The attendant looked down, studying Paul's agonized young face. "It's just not working. It's not cleaning off the food and horse cum. Nope, we need plan B. Now hold fucking still. If you move one fucking inch or turn your head or close your mouth, I swat to God, you will be sorry!"  

     With that, the attendant squatted down over Paul's head until his huge flaccid prick hung just inches from the boy's face. Paul could smell the dick and balls. 

"Now just a minute baby hold still. We'll get you clean in a second."  The attendant blinked and seemed to flex his muscular frame, and then a very heavy spray of piss shot out of his dick right down onto the boy's face. It was a strong dark yellow spray of stinking piss. Paul gagged and wanted to turn away, but he knew he dare not. The spray of the piss washed away the cum and gruel and spit and snot. It washed most of it into the dish beneath Paul's head. Paul was wailing in humiliation. His mouth was filling with dark yellow pee.  "Keep your mouth open. I'm trying to teach my new wife this, but I'm having a devil of a time with her. She had kind of a strict upbringing and isn't really into fun kinky sex. But I'll get here there. Okay now swallow and then open your face cunt again." 

   By the time the attendant had finished, the metal dish beneath Paul's head was half full of piss mixed in with animal sperm, food remnants, spit and snot. 

   "Okay. buddy. That's much better. You are looking good now.  Now for desert, how would you like to suck my dick?" My wife sucked it this morning before I left for work, but shit that was five hours ago, and I can blow four times a day. I feel uncomfortable if I go too many hours without unloading my nuts. You know? Oh no, I guess you don't know because you can't jerk off can you? Not with that straight jacket on. It's probably for your own good. Now up on your knees, and open your facehole. You are going to just love the taste of my cock. I get sweaty easily, so there is always a pretty strong smell and taste on my dick and nads."

   Paul gulped back two sobs of remorse for his position, and turned his head to one side. No More! He simply could not take any more abuse! 

   "Come on, Asswipe. This is your recreation period. Don't miss out on all the fun. Here is some nice fucking cock for you to suck. Some days' I'll fuck my wife in the morning before I come in to work, and I'll let you suck it with all that dried cunt juice still on it. Think of the treat that will be. Yeah, you'll love that, won't you? But only if you are a real good little patient and do everything I say. And if you are especially good, I'll let you suck my dick after I have fucked my wife in the asshole! Just think how delicious that's going to taste. But you got to prove to me that you are a first class cocksucker. You come highly recommended. Mr Henshaw says twenty or thirty boys at your high school swear that you suck dick better than their girlfriends. Is that true?"

     Paul let out a scream of anguish and turned away. He fell over at once and stared to crawl across the padded cell in the only way he could, on his knees and face and shoulders, digging his toes into the floor and pushing. He was  like a teenage animal. His eyes were wild and teary. 

  "I won't do it. I won't do it any more. I won't. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME ANY MORE! FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU AND MATT HENSHAW!" He yelled, losing his voice mid sentence from the force of his screaming. 

     The attendant reached down and hefted his big nuts. Then he laughed. "Now you see what you've done? Now I have to punish you. I warned you about that. I warned you that you would hate the punishments here. I told you that we don't enjoy punishing our patients, cause we know you are fucked up mentally and can't help yourselves. But we do need to keep some kind of order here, don't we? So now I got to punish you!"   

    Paul never saw where the whip came from. It was one of those short ones with eight leather tails. The muscular arm of the burly attendant pulled back and landed a snapping blow right on the  pale tender ass globe of the teenage boy. Paul yelped and tried to crawl away, but there was no place to crawl. 

   "Get that ass up in the air, Pussy-boy. Lift that ass to meet my whip. Push that ass up high? I'm going to whip your useless ass until you present it to me properly!"  Paul pushed his teenage ass up and back at the man whipping him. He wanted, he needed it to be over. Again and again the whip lashed down on his boy globes, until they were bright red. With each blow, Paul screamed louder. Then when he could take it no more, he would twist and try to pull away. That angered the attendant even more. 

   "Now you moved away. I told you to give me your ass! Now we got to start all over again!" It was endless and unbearable. Paul felt as if he were losing whatever small part of his mind still remained. Pain! such biting, burning relentless pain! The fear of the next stroke replacing the tearing burn of the current one. How many more? Over and over. 

   "Push that ass higher for me. Give me that useless faggot ass. Lift it up! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING ASS, YOU DISGUSTING FAGGOT!" HOW MANY? HOW MANY? FIFTY? A HUYNDRED?  Paul's ass was on fire. Then it stopped. Paul's ragged gulping of air filled the small room. 

   "Okay now, spread your legs as wide as you can. I want to whip your balls and asshole! "

  Mouth hanging open, drool running from his chin, Paul turned his face up to his captor. "Puh...puh..puh..lease no more. Puh-lease, I can't breath. The pain. Puh-lease I am begging you, Sir. Sir. Puh-lease, I'll suck your dick. Let me suck your dick Please let me suck your big beautiful dick!" 

    The attendants big pink fucker had swollen now to erection. It was dripping pre-fuck from the wide pisshole. He squatted down next to Paul's wet, tear streaked face. "But see, you are just like my wife. How the fuck do I know I can trust and believe you. One minute you say no, and the next minute yes. It's like when I ask her to suck my ass. She say se it's dirty and she hates it. Then I persuade her a little and she chows down on it. She's having a hard time adjusting to married life. I know these first few days in your new home are difficult for you as well. All the rules, and the surroundings. But you got to try harder. You got to make an effort. Now bee a good little faggot fuckhole and spread you legs  so I can see your big nuts hanging and your pretty pink asscunt! I want to whip your scrotum and hole. And when I want something, I get it. It's too late to beg. If you had followed my instructions, none of this would have happened." 

       It was magnificent, some pervert might say. A cute teenage high school boy, naked except for a straight jacket, getting his big boy balls and pink asshole whipped by a burly attendant in a mental hospital! 

     WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!  Each blow of the whip send wave of nausea through Paul. Something that strong, that harsh hitting your nuts with the power of a hammer, made him want to puke. He could barely settle his pain wracked body down from one blow before the next one hit!  Sometimes it stung his pink asshole. That burned like hell, but it was nothing to when the whip slammed into his nuts! He thought he would die. He wanted to die. He no longer cared about his family or his life. He just wanted the pain to stop. 

     Next thing he knew, he was back on his knees. The room spun around him. His nuts throbbed and tight knots of pain enveloped his lower body. He had something in his mouth. It was a kind of metal mouth brace to hold his jaw apart. It was tied around his head with a leather strap. 

    "Sorry about the cunt opener, but we have had patients in your state of mind actually bit off the dicks of some attendants. I'm just playing it cautious until we get to know each other a bit better. Actually I don't like the cunt opener. It keeps your mouth stretched and sure I can fuck your face, but I so like it when a patient gently lick my balls and licks up and down my dick. I like it when he gently swipes the pre-fuck from my pisshole with his tongue. You know, a nice friendly faggot cocksuck. But we'll get to that when we become better friends. Will you look at the size of my dick? Pretty impressive, huh? And thick. My wife cries cause it is so thick, especially when I ass fuck her. But I hear you've been fucked in the ass lots of time, so it shouldn't be any problem for you. Now lift your head up so I can get this big greasy leaking dick into your facecunt! i can use your hair and your hears to hang on to you as I ram my fat fucker down your throat. You do know how to take it down the throat, don"t you? I like to feel my cock slime sliding down the throat of a facepussy. After you get used to sucking dick here at the asylum, we'll take you around from room to room, so you can suck the dicks of all the patients. After all they get almost no fun. You'll be sucking twenty or thirty cocks  a day and some cunt too! Lot's old people. Of course we'll be fucking your ass all day and night too, just for the fun of it. But Mr. Henshaw said the rougher and more sadistic we treat you, the larger our bonuses. So What the fuck. Everybody wins! You are one lucky high school boy! That's right, take that huge fucking dick all the way down. I don't mind if you gag. After i finish fucking your face, I'll give you a nice refreshing drink, from your metal bowl! And then we will start your therapy for the day. I hope you are enjoying your recreation period, cause your therapy period is kind of painful! Take that big dick all the way..balls deep. can you feel my balls on your lips? Oh Fuck you got a good throat! You are going to be so fucking popular. Wait until you meet Jeff! He's another attendant, but he's a lot meaner than I am. I am a pussy cat compared to him. Do you know what he did to two patients last week? He took a sixteen year old boy and made him fuck an eighty year old woman, and then he glued the boy's dick into her cunt and left them that way for days. Fucking super glue. It was hysterical. We have lots of fun like that around here. Nobody bother's us. Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna blow. Wait, let me pull out. I think I want to fuck your ass instead! 

   Pre-fuck and spit ran from Paul's mouth as he was thrown roughly onto the floor. He was ordered to present his cunt to the attendant. He knelt with his ass up high, his balls still pink and throbbing from their beating. He spread his legs so his pink asshole showed. 

   "Aw fuck, no lube. Well, I guess I'll just have to dry fuck you! Come on pretty boy give me your pussy! Tonight we're going to have a kind of welcome party for you with eight or nine attendants, depending on who can make it. So it's best to get this cunt loosened up first. Oh my that hole is still pretty tight inspite of all the dick you have had up it. Maybe it tightened up again. Matt Henshaw said your cunt was really elastic. He said it could take just about anything. Bottles, baseball bats, anything. Is that right? we'll have to try that tonight. Don't you think my dick is beautiful? Such a gorgeous cunt buster. Get ready baby, here it comes, and I fuck rough!" 

     Had it no been for the padded walls of the cell, Paul's animal like screams could have been heard through the entire asylum. As it was, a dead silence greeted his anguish as a monstrously thick dick was shoved in one stroke balls deep into his teenage asshole.