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The New Dishwasher Part 4
By AEC
"Go change your pants. I'll be in the kitchen I'm tired of tv so I'll rummage around in there. Maybe get a snack before the pizza gets here."
He stood and walked off. I saw him stop in the dinning room and look around. I quickly went to my room and changed into a fresh pair of jean. Choosing some that weren't as tight but still showed off my ass. I hoped Trevor liked them.
In the kitchen I found Trevor rummaging around going through cabinets and drawers. The afternoon light shinning through the windows casting a halo around him. He was a God. He was my God. And I was lucky enough to belong to such a creature.
The door bell rang and Trevor looked up and noticed me watching him.
"Give me your wallet," he said as he walked up to me with his hand held out. I dutifully handed it over to him. "Wait here," he said and left the kitchen. I watched his perfect ass flex beneath his basketball shorts as he left. That ass was amazing. Nice and firm, not overly large and not small. Well defined and muscular with a defined cleft that rubbed together as he walked. Unlike my bubble butt meant to be fucked Trevor had a man's ass. The type that must look glorious as it flexed while he pumped a load into a hole. I had to wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth after he was out of sight and I'd probably need to change my pants again my dick was leaking so much.
I got us down a couple plates and set them at the kitchen table. I could hear Trevor talking with the delivery guy and then the door close.
I waited patiently for him to return. He carried in the three boxes and passed the small one to me and set his two on the table and set down. I went to sit down across from him and he looked up at me with a frown.
"What are you doing faggot?"
"Eating Sir?" I asked confused.
"Not with me and definitely not at the table," he pointed at the floor next to him, "down."
I gulped, "Yes Sir," grabbing my pizza box and plate.
"Leave the plate. Faggots like you eat off the floor."
"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir," I emptied my pizza onto the floor by his side.
"Good faggot. You can eat on hands and knees like a dog. Mouth only," he opened his box and started eating. Wolfing it down like the hungry teenage boy he was.
On my hands and knees I started eating. Cringing as my lips and tongue made contact with the cold tile of the floor. Not that I was worried about the floor being dirty--I kept a clean house--it was just the idea that I was eating off the floor. Like an animal. Trevor had made me his pet. As humiliating as it was my dick stayed hard throughout. If Trevor wanted me as his pet that's what I would be.
I finished my small pizza before he finished his extra large Mexican pizza. My legs were still slightly sore from when I worshiped his feet so I sat cross legged at his side and watched him finish off the first pizza.
He sat back in his chair and rubbed his belling. Which must have been quite full after scarfing down an entire extra large pizza.
"Fuck that was good," he lifted one ass cheek off the chair and let out what was probably the loudest fart I had ever heard. It literally rattled the chair and I could feel the vibration of the floor on my butt. The smell was awful. It smelt of rot and shit and jalapeño. It was totally rank.
I must have had a look of disgust on my face because Trevor started laughing.
"I love Mexican pizzas but they make me so fucking gassy. I'll run my little brother out of the house tonight," he ruffled my hair like a dog. "Tell the truth. You like my ass gas don't you?"
My face turned red. How could I deny it? The proof was clearly visible in my crotch. My erection tenting my jeans. I had no control over my dick when Trevor was around.
"Yes Sir. I love your ass gas Sir," I dropped my head in shame. Trevor laughed again.
"You've been a good faggot today. I wasn't planning on giving you another treat yet. But I think you've earned it. Follow me," he stood and walked into the living room. I followed obediently. He grabbed up the remote and flipped on the TV. "Flat on your back," he said pointing to the floor in front of the TV.
I laid down and stared up at the ceiling.
"You get ten minutes to worship my ass. Not a second longer. The dope whore is gone and I have to get home to fed and look after my little brother," he stated as he stepped over my head. I could see up his short legs and my dick throbbed when I realized he wore a jock strap under them. "Time starts now," he said and squatted. Stopping his ass just centimeters from my face. The unwashed ass stench of a hormonal and active teen boy consumed me. I couldn't begin to think of what his bare ass must smell like.
"Like it faggot?"
I only moaned in response. I couldn't think. At all. His ass and its stench was all that my brain could focus on. Trevor laughed and then let out another massive fart. Even through the fabric of his shorts I could feel it breeze onto my face. It actually stung my eyes and I could taste the jalapeños he had eaten.
"Ugh," I moaned out. And then I jerked up involuntarily from pain. Trevor had punched my in my hard cock and already aching blue balls. I didn't jerk up very far though. My nose lodged firmly between his ass cheeks and my eyes saw only black from being smushed against him.
"I didn't tell you you could touch me faggot," he said and brought he fist back down on my crotch. I shuddered with the pain but forced myself to lay back down flat.
"Good faggot," he let out another of his heavenly jalapeño farts chuckling softly. "Now kiss my ass faggot. Kiss both cheeks like a good little fag boy."
I leaned up and kissed first one and then the other. Even after I had screwed up and touched him without permission he had allowed me the honor to kissing his ass. He was such a merciful God.
"You like that faggot? You like kissing the ass of you teenage master?"
I shuddered with pleasure and my cock perked right back up. I was starting to worry about my genitals. They had taken a number of hits today and I had been hard for nearly five hours straight now. Wasn't that like dangerous or something? I would have to look it up later.
"Yes Sir," yes I managed to squeak out. Through pain and lust.
He reached up to the waist band of his shorts and pulled down the back of them. Exposing his jock strap framed ass cheeks to me. I don't know why but the thick matting of hair growing from his taint and up his crack surprised me. His ass trench must have been a jungle from the way the thick dark hairs sprouted out of it. The cheeks were smooth though. Not a hair to be seen other than the part of his taint that I could see and the crack itself. It tapered off at the top of his crack in a tiny little fan. There was not doubt that this potently rank ass was all male. I was right that the stench was even stronger when he bared his ass. I felt a dollop of precum shoot out of my cock. If I wasn't careful I would cum hands free just by looking at and smelling this Gods ass.
"Kiss my bare. Stinky. Sixteen year old ass faggot," Trevor order harshly. I leaned up like I had before and kissed each of his ass cheeks.
"Now tell me faggot. What are you to me?"
"I'm your faggot Sir," he slapped my hard cock. Not hard but enough to make me realize I'd answered wrong. What did he want? What was I other than his faggot?
"Think faggot. How did we meet?"
Oh. I blushed. Laying here staring up at the bare ass of my teenage dishwasher. Wallowing in his dirty teenage ass funk stench. My dick leaking from being this close to my Gods ass.
"I'm your boss Sir. You work for me as a dishwasher Sir."
"Very good faggot. You are about to cum just from smelling your dishwashers dirty ass. How old am I faggot?"
"Sixteen Sir," I moaned out. How did I end up in this situation? It was wrong on so many levels.
"Yes faggot. I'm sixteen. I'm in high-school. I'm just a kid really," he lightly slapped my cock again. "And how old are you 'boss'?" The contempt and distaste clear in his voice.
"Thirty-three Sir," I gasped out as he let loose another fart in my face.
"So to recap faggot. You are a thirty-three year old restaurant manager that hired me, a sixteen year old high-school boy, to be your dishwasher. Correct faggot?"
"Yes," I muttered. Though technically Baxter had hired him not me. And not that that changed anything about the situation I was in.
He punched me in the crotch hard. Once again I involuntarily jerked. My nose landing in that dense forest of ass crack hair. Leading me to jerk again, not from pain, but from how very foul his ass was. It was beyond disgusting. It was over powering. The smell of teen boy shit. And teen boy sweat. Even the traces of jalapeño that had escaped in his farts and clung to the dense sweaty hairs.
Trevor jumped up pulling his shorts up as he went. He looked furious. His face was red and his mouth set in a firm line.
"Spread your legs you goddamn faggot!" He screamed. I had never seen him this angry. He had lost that even, cool, control that he always seemed to have. "Now you stupid fuck!" He screamed as he gave me a vicious kick in the ribs. It hurt. Bad. But I couldn't curl up in a ball like I wanted. That would only make him angrier. It took all my strength, all my self control but I managed to spread my legs for him. For once I didn't have a hardon. I was afraid. I had royally fucked up. I had touched him without permission again but I didn't know why it warranted this extreme of a reaction. I desperately needed to appease him. Get him back to that even control he normally carried himself with.
Trevor, my God, stood between my spread legs glaring, red faced, at me. The rage was pouring off of him.
"How do you address me you stupid fucking faggot?!"
What?
The kick that landed squarely in my nuts was pure agony. If he hadn't held back at the theater I don't know what this was. Was he a super hero? Or had the anger just given him extra strength? It didn't matter my mind went blank with pain and I tried to curl into myself grabbing for my balls that felt like they had been set on fire. But he was holding me back. He had dropped down on me holding my legs apart with his and holding my hands to the floor on either side of my head as I writhed, whimpering, tears streaming down my face, in complete agony. Finally I settled down some. The pain lessened enough that Trevor's red glaring face came into focus.
He spit in me face and stood back up.
"Legs apart faggot," his tone was slightly less aggressive. And I obeyed. Still in agony but not wanting to anger him.
"How do you address me faggot?"
"Sir?" I asked confusedly. What had I done?
"I asked you a direct question faggot!" He shouted. "And you answered 'Yes.'" Oh shit, passed through my mind as he continued. "When you speak to me you will give me the respect I am owed you worthless cunt. Not only did you disrespect me you followed that by disobeying me by forcing your ugly, filthy, faggot face into my ass. And now I'm going to be late getting home to my brother because of your uselessness," the look he leveled me was terrifying. "Two more. Do not curl up. Do not grab yourself. You belong to me," and agony once again took over. I'm not sure how I managed to restrain myself but I did. Barely.
"Better. One more," the kick was beyond vicious. It was horrible. I may never be able to get an erection again. Hell my genitals might be so bruised and broken that they would just rot and drop off.
I lay on my back. Eyes clenched tight shut. Trembling from pain. Tears and snot covering my face. I was so pathetic. If I had ever considered myself a man before Trevor had proven, beyond a doubt, that that was a lie. I was not a man. I was a pathetic subhuman faggot that existed to serve real men.
"I was being nice faggot. I was letting you revel in the glory that is my ass. Any you repay me with disrespect and disobedience and top it off by making me late in getting home to my brother," he squatted down over my chest and grabbed my chin. "Look at me," I opened my eyes and looked him in the face. "You belong to me. What you want doesn't matter to me. You are my property. And when you behave as you just did you will be punished. Do you understand faggot?"
"Yes Sir. I understand Sir."
He slapped me, hard, and spit on my face, "You'd better," he stood up and walked out of the room.
"Get up faggot," he said as he walked back into the room carrying the meat lovers pizza that I now knew was for his brother. "Travis just text wanting to know where I am. I was supposed to be home thirty minutes ago. Hurry the fuck up you are driving me," he walked out of the house and I hobbled along after him. He waited by the passenger side door. "You're driving," he said as I unlocked the car and he got in.
He started directing me to his house and about five minutes passed in complete silence.
"I don't like to be cruel faggot," he said out of the blue, "but you make me when you break the very simple rules and expectations I set for you."
"I understand Sir. I'm sorry I disrespected you and touched you without permission Sir. I deserved your punishment and it will teach me to remember your wants and wishes are the only thing that matters Sir."
"See that it does."
The rest of the trip was quiet except for Trevor giving me directions. Earlier he had spoken of a 'dope whore' so I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was when I pulled into the over grown unpaved driveway of a tiny dilapidated house. The yard hadn't been maintained in years as far as I could tell. And the once yellow walls were badly weathered and peeled. The window in the front door and been boarded over as had one of the windows on the front of the house. It was getting dark and the only light was the flashing of a TV that could be seen through the window next to the door.
"Home sweet home," he said with no emotion. I looked over at him not knowing what to say. I had never imagined Trevor, so smart, and kind, and determined, so strong and forceful when he needed to be, would have come from an environment like this. There were obviously problems in his life but I could tell he took them in stride and worked hard to move himself forward.
He took a wallet--my wallet, I had forgotten he had it--out of his pocket. Opening it he took all of the cash out of it and handed the empty wallet to me. I had credit and bank cards so it wasn't important and this teen boy--no this man--was my owner, if he wanted my cash he could have it. I would give anything to make him happy, to give him what he needed.
He opened the door and threw a leg out, "I'll be at over at noon," he got out and slammed the door. I watched, his perfect ass, his perfect body, move swiftly to the front door and go inside without a backwards glance.
Trevor, my master, my God, was an incredible being. There was so much to him that I didn't know and didn't understand. But I belonged to him, I was his, and I would never do anything again that would mess that up for him.
End Part Four
When I'm writing these chapters I have a specific scene--this one was getting up close to Trevor's ass--and an ending--finding out more about Trevor's home life--so the chapters are going to vary quite a bit in length depending on the scene and how long it takes to get to the ending.
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