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The New Dishwasher Part 5
By AEC
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.
I woke up early the next morning after barely sleeping the night before. I didn't know what would happen today or how long Trevor would be over for but I wanted all of my weekend housekeeping and errands taken care of before he showed up.
My nuts were still slightly sore from the previous days punishment but my dick had stayed chubby all night and all morning. I had restrained myself and not jerked off. But I was worried that Trevor would find out about the incident in the theater bathroom. It was one of his friends that I had masturbated in front of with my head stuffed in a toilet full of foul teenage shit. What if the kid told Trevor about the pathetic faggot that he had humiliated in the theater bathroom? Trevor was smart it wouldn't take him but a second to figure out it had been me. And he would be pissed when he found out I had broken his no cumming rule minutes after he had set it.
With a loud sigh to myself I plopped down on the couch. What was I to do? I checked the time on my phone and it was a quarter to noon. Trevor would be here soon. I just sat and stared at the turned off TV and waited. About twenty minutes later a knock came at the door before it was pushed open.
Trevor strolled in look amazing. He had on lose jeans and a white t-shirt. He smirked at me.
"Been waiting long faggot?" He said as he sat down next to me. "On the floor. You don't sit on the furniture in my presence."
I slid off the couch and sat next to his feet. Gone was the stinky teen boy that had been there the day before. Today he smelled clean. Of soap and deodorant. The over powering smell of Axe that teen boys liked so well.
"No Sir. Sorry Sir."
He laughed and ruffled my hair.
"Well faggot how did the night go? You didn't jerk your worthless little fag clit did you?"
There was a evil glint in his eyes the smirk growing crueler. Did he know?
"No Sir. I didn't masturbate last night Sir," I said looking down at my lap. "But..." I trailed off not knowing how to tell him of my disobedience.
"But what faggot?" He asked sharply. Grabbing my hair he forced me to look into his face. Mouth set in its firm line of disapproval.
"At the theater yesterday... after you left... I..."
"What?"
"One of the guys you were with came in to use the bathroom and I jerked off in front of him after he correctly accused me of being a pathetic faggot Sir. I'm so sorry Sir!" Tears started welling up in my eyes and I felt a few escape. Whatever punishment he dolled out I would gladly accept. I had been such a disobedient faggot. I was a disappointment and worthless. Such an amazing man as Trevor deserved better than me.
He slapped me hard and stinging but not nearly as much as I expected.
"Now tell me the rest faggot."
"What Sir?" I asked confusedly. I had told him the truth what more did he expect?
"Tell me the rest. Tell me how you shot your pathetic fag load with your head shoved in a toilet full of boy shit. How you got off on something so disgusting and nasty that a normal guy would have puked. You pulled out your disgusting fag clit and masturbated in front of a thirteen year old boy because you are a completely disgusting and nasty faggot that has no control. That about right faggot?"
His smirk was back in place. I should have no better than to do something so foolish and with a guy I knew he was friends with. For fucks sake I had seen them together. How could I expect something like that to be kept from him?
"That's right Sir. He came in and dropped his pants and I couldn't control myself after I saw his amazing ass and cock Sir. My dick was controlling me and once I smelled his shit Sir I was a goner. I'm so sorry Sir. Please forgive me. I know I'm worthless and pathetic and you deserve so much better but please give me another chance Sir," I beg tears running down my face.
"I knew you would fail that part of the test. I knew it as soon as I walked out of the bathroom and sent Travis in to do his thing. I was surprised that you got so into his shit. Do you like shit play faggot? You wish he had let you eat his waste faggot?"
What? Trevor had organized that? He had known all long?
"No Sir. I did like the smell Sir. I especially like being made to masturbate in front of him smelling his shit. But I did not want to eat it Sir. Only enjoy how dirty it was."
That evil cruel spark came back into his eyes.
"Like I said I knew you would fail that part of the test. What I really wanted to know was if you would tell me the truth when I asked you about it. Good faggot. You can't keep secrets from me. I own you now. Everything thing you do. Everything you think. It all belongs to me. If you try to keep something from me I will find out and I won't be good for you. Understand that fag?"
I had fucked up but it seems I had done well on the important part. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Yes Sir."
"You still have to be punished though."
I shuddered. I didn't know if my poor nuts good take anymore hits like yesterday. In time yes. But as it was there was quite a bit swelling and some pretty wicked bruising.
"Yes Sir. I know Sir. I disobeyed you and deserve punishment Sir," I said eyes casted down again.
He pulled out his phone, "Come inside." Was all he said into it. The front door opened and in walked the boy from the theater bathroom before.
"You've not been properly introduced. Travis is my little brother. Travis this is my faggot," brother? Of course. No wonder the smirk--present even now as he looked down at me--had been so similar to me. They were brothers and now that I knew that I could see the similarities. Same dark hair similar facial and body structure. If Travis had been older and had lost the roundness of boyhood they would look strikingly similar. How had I not recognized that yesterday?
"Fuck you are one sick faggot," was all Travis said to me. "Hey bro. How'd he do?" He asked as he fell into the recliner and sprawled out. That's when I noticed he was wearing the same outfit he had yesterday. And he obviously hadn't cleaned up like Trevor had as soured teen boy funk was quickly taking over the room. Even Trevor scrunched up his nose at the funk.
"Damn bro you fucking reek. I must have gone nose blind to you. I don't know how I managed to walk over here with you," he laughed.
"The faggot won't complain. I don't smell nearly as bad as that massive shit I took yesterday. And he didn't have any complaints about that. He probably wants to crawl over here and start licking me," he looked at me and started laughing. "Wipe up your drool faggot," he said pointing at my mouth.
What? Asking myself that seemed to be a common theme today. Belatedly I realized I had been drooling staring at him, smelling him. I hastily wiped my mouth and closed it tight causing both of them to break out laughing. Great big belly laughs.
"Well," Trevor finally said after they had calmed down, "we will be going with punishment 2b," the smirk was devilish now. I don't know how to describe it really a combination of excitement and cruelty that was truly terrifying.
"Fuck yeah," Travis said launching himself out of the couch and thrusting his fist into the air. "This is going to be so bad ass," he turned his smiling face to me. He really did have a smile. No smirk nothing. A big ole smile going from ear to ear. "We are going to have so much fun faggot. Me and Trev were up half the night talking about options and plans. I'm glad you are a semi honest fag because this plan was my idea. Trev didn't like it as well but whatever you told him must have changed his mind cause I didn't think I'd get to have this."
He was bouncing up and down like a kid in a candy store. Hell he was a kid if he found himself in a candy store he would, no doubt, be acting exactly like he was just now.
What did they have planned? It couldn't be good.
"Can we start Trev?" Travis pleaded turning to his brother.
"Yeah. Get up faggot and follow us to the kitchen."
"Yes yes yes!" Travis shouted as Trevor stood and walked to the kitchen. Travis bounced around after him. Like an over excited puppy trailing after his master. I followed much more sedately. Whatever they had planned couldn't be good. In the kitchen they both stopped at the table and turned to look at me. One smirking evil and the other grinning like a lunatic. This was going to be so bad.
"You voluntarily told me the truth about your disobedience yesterday so the punishment, though sever, it won't be the physical punishment that would have come if you had lied."
"Hungry faggot?" Travis said and started laughing again.
"Get out a plate setting. Dinner plate. Fork, knife, spoon," Trevor was giggling like a little kid now. What was this about? I did as he said and set a place at the table.
"This was all Travis' idea. I told him it wouldn't work that you'd enjoy it. But after what you told me I'm glad be made a back up plan that went like this."
After what I told him? What?
"Get the faggot his lunch bro," Trevor said slapping Travis on the back. What?
Travis dropped his shorts and snatched up the dinner plate. No. I couldn't even be aroused by the sight of his cock flopping around because it started to come together for me. No kept running through my mind even as he set the plate on the floor and started to squat over it.
"That pizza was great last night faggot. I've been holding it in for you all morning," Travis said as he blasted out a fart and started grunting. Within seconds the tip of a massive turd touched the plate. I watched as it curled up on the plate. His sexy, lightly furred, cock and balls dangling in front of the massive pile of shit that he kept pushing out. The curl finally broke off and he grunted again pushing out a shorter and softer turd to lay on top of the massive log that had curled up so nicely.
"Get me a glass," he said looking up at me, " should have thought of that." Dumbly I reached into a cabinet and handed him a drinking glass. "Thanks faggot. I was able to hold it in to start but now I have to piss if I want to finish off."
Finish off? How was he not finished? This dump made the one he took yesterday seem small. Though it was rank it wasn't as bad as yesterday's thankfully. Trevor was holding his nose however.
Travis placed the glass under the tip of his dick and let out a sigh as dark yellow urine exploded out of his cock quickly filling the glass. He grunted again and with a sickening wet squelching sound blasted out a sludgy near liquid mass of shit that coated the already massive pile.
"All done," he said standing and shaking his dick, pulling on the foreskin to get off the last drop. He passed me the near full glass of piss and pulled up his shorts.
"Not going to wipe?" Trevor asked face scrunched up in disgust.
"Nah," he snickered as he bent to pick up the plate piled high with his shit. He sat it at the table. "Go ahead and sit down faggot," he pointed to the chair in front of his massive dump.
No. No they couldn't. They wouldn't.
"He said sit faggot," Trevor slapped me on the back of the head none to gently. No. Was all that was going through my head. All that I was capable of thinking. Numbly I sat down staring at the plate full of teen boy waste still holding a glass full of stinking teen boy piss. I sat the glass next to the plate. What now? Surely they wouldn't make me eat it. Would they?
"Go ahead faggot. My brother made that special for you."
They both burst out laughing again. Slowly I picked up the spoon. It seemed the best option. I turned to look at Trevor fear and dread filling me.
"Sir?" I asked weakly. Barely above and whisper my voice trembling.
"There is nothing to ask me faggot. You disobeyed me. Jerked that useless little dick of yours and came without permission. It seems only fitting that part of your punishment should be eating Travis's shit seeing as you enjoyed it so much that it made you disobey me in the first place. You will eat every bit of it faggot. Then you will lick the plate clean. If you vomit you will have to eat it twice."
The two brothers stood shoulder to shoulder arms crossed and smirked down at me.
"Go on. Do it," Travis said barely above a whisper himself. I turned back to my lunch. Determined to get this over with as quickly as possible. I scooped up a spoonful and started gagging before it even got close to my mouth. I opened my mouth and stuffed the spoonful of teen boy shit into my mouth. I gagged again. Almost throwing up. It was awful. Just awful. It tasted like... like I don't even know... it was heavy and thick earthy and sour and... and I don't know maybe the taste of rot. I can't describe it. My stomach was revolting and I chocked back the vomit as if tried to come up.
I looked towards Trevor after I gagged down that first bite.
"Continue faggot."
I don't know how but I continued. Slowly, deliberately, I chocked down bite after bite of teenage boy waste. My stomach was rumbling and I felt terribly sick. Finally I scrapped up the last bite.
"Now lick your plate clean," Travis sounded beyond disgusted.
I did as he said. If it meant I got to keep serving Trevor I would do anything.
After I grabbed the glass of piss. They hadn't told me to drink it but I knew they would. And as much as I had disliked the shit I like piss. I had had a boyfriend that was into water sports and had taught me to drink years ago. I took a big swig of the now luke warm piss and sloshed it around in my mouth. It was strong almost like a morning piss. Salty and slightly ammoniay but it was a relief. I still felt like I would throw up but Travis's piss was helping. It was washing the shit that had stuck in my teeth and on my tongue down.
"Fucking lowlife, disgusting, faggot," Travis said as I finished off his glass of piss.
"How do you feel faggot?"
"Like I'm going to throw up Sir," I said turning to Trevor.
"Lay down and give it a minute," he pointed at the floor and pulled out his phone. "Travis and I have something things to discuss," I watched his glorious ass and they walked out of the kitchen. I did as instructed and laid down. Closed my eyes. And waited. Hoping that the queasiness would pass. I burped and the smell of shit almost did me in. I don't know how long I laid there but I did start to feel better.
My eyes were still closed when I heard them come back in.
"How you doing faggot?" Travis snickered.
"Better Sir," I opened my eyes and saw them. They were both so beautiful. And creative. And cruel. I would never disobey Trevor again. Eating a revolting pile of shit was something I never wanted to repeat.
"Well I have to head out," Trevor announced. "Travis is in charge while I'm gone. You'd better be a good little faggot for him," he turned to his brother. "And you had better have him in position when I get back."
"I will. We are going to have a lot of fun but I'll have him ready for the second part of his punishment."
More? That wasn't all of it? What could be more horrible than what they had just made me do? I didn't want to think about it. They would do what they pleased as was their right.
"Have fun bro," Trevor said giving his brother a high five as he walked out. We heard the door close followed by my car starting and pulling out.
"Get up faggot," Travis said looking at his phone. "We only have two hours before he's back."
I groaned as I stood up.
"This is going to be so fun. You'll like this faggot. Show me to the spare bedroom. You do have a spare bed don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
He smirked, "I like that fag. You like it? You like calling a thirteen year old 'Sir?'"
"Yes Sir. I do Sir," and my dick perked right up.
"Lead the way gay boy," he said and slapped my ass. I lead the way out of the kitchen and down the back hallway to the bedrooms. The spare room was directly across from my master bedroom. It hadn't been used in awhile up was clean and didn't smell musty. That is until Travis walked into it. You could almost see the cloud of teen boy funk that clung to him.
He launched himself at the bed and kicked off his shoes knocking them to the floor. He sprawled out. Back against the headboard and feet spread apart. His dick already renting his shorts.
"We are in for some fun. You have any string or shoelaces or something like that?"
"I have some cooking twine in the kitchen Sir."
"Well what are you waiting for faggot. Go get it."
I retreated to the kitchen and found the twine and grabbed a pair of scissors. Travis was in the same position looking at his phone.
"Strip," he said looking up. I sat the twine and scissors down on the foot of the bed and did as he asked. Once I was nude I stood self consciously, my cock already standing out at its full length. The bruising from the previous day on full display. My nuts were swollen, not that bad but definitely noticeable. And the blue and black spreading out from them working the way up part of my shaft and out to my thighs. Trevor had done some serious damage. Not that I blamed him. I had deserved his anger.
Travis scooted down and sat in front of me.
"Wow Trev said he went hard on you. I didn't think it would be this bad," he grabbed my swollen balls and squeezed. I trembled and gasped in pain. He immediately let go and snickered. "Trev has a temper. He works really hard to control it but you really pissed him off yesterday. He already knew about you jerking in the theater and it must have been eating him up so when you had your little misstep he just snapped," he looked me in the eyes. "Don't do it again. He'll rip your little fag balls right off."
He snatched up the twine and started unrolling it.
"I haven't done this before but until we get you a cock cage it will have to work," he looked up at me hopefully. "You don't have one do you?"
As a matter of fact I did. The same boyfriend that had taught me to drink piss had been into orgasm denial. Not to the extent Trevor was he just thought I was fun to make me wear a cage everyone in a while as he fucked me. I hadn't worn it in years as I had never been a fan of it.
"I do Sir."
"Really? Well go get it faggot!" He dropped the twine and scooted back up to the head board. In the master bedroom I pulled open the drawer on the nightstand that had my toys and other sex related things. Condoms. Lube. Butt plugs and dildos of various size. The cheap black resin cage and lock was at the back of the drawer. I pulled it out and was pleased to see the two keys were still in the tiny little pad lock.
I held it in my hand and though about what I was doing. I had already crossed the line by being involved with either of these boys. And now I was willingly letting them lock up my dick. I shook my head. Nothing to do but go along. I wouldn't be able to stop myself anyways. I walked back to the spare room and Travis.
"Here Sir," and held out the cage. The only problem was that I was rock hard and didn't know how to correct that so that we could put on the cage.
"We need you soft. Go and get a bowl full of ice water faggot," he said snatching the cage out of my hand and examining it. Sighing I went and did as instructed. This wasn't going to be fun.
"It will probably do you poor pitiful little fag balls good anyways. Soak that disgusting thing in the water," I did. My erection wilted immediately. The ice cold water, ice cubes floating on the surface, took my breath away and I couldn't breath. "Take it out," he said after about a minute once I cock had fully retreated. He grabbed my frozen, shrunken, junk and slipped the base ring over my balls pulling them tight. Next he slipped on the black, solid, cock tube and fiddled it around until my cock was in place fitting the three prongs into their holes. I watched, in despair if my situation, while being disgustingly aroused--I could feel my cock already hardening in its tube--as this teenage boy locked my cock, my manhood, away. The click of the lock sounded loud in my ears. It was finished. I would not be having a proper orgasm again as long as I served Trevor and his brother.
He reached around me and slapped my ass.
"Trevor said you were a good faggot."
He got back on the bed and spread out. His hands behind his head.
"That was awesome. I just got to lock up a grown man's dick. Well I got to lock up the little dicky of a faggot. But still I'm thirteen and your like forty or something," he smirked at me. "I was going to play with you a bit before I fucked you but that got me boned," he said gesturing to the prominent tent in his shorts. "Get up here," he scooted to the side of the bed, "on your back." I did as he said and laid down next to him. He crawled between my legs. I laid there, fully nude, my cock straining in its cage, and looked into the eyes of this very young man. I dropped my eyes to his hardon. He was fully hard no doubt but not that big. Soft it was about two inches and now that it was hard--not that I could see it properly through his shorts--I would guess it to be about five inches.
Travis jerked his tank top off. I couldn't help but stare at his pits. They were mostly smooth with only a few wispy black hairs. I wanted to eat his pits out so bad. They were so rank. Everything about this boy was rank. He pushed down his shorts before pushing off his knees to stand between my legs. They dropped to the bed exposing his hard uncut five inches. He had a thing patch of dark pubes and boy fuzz on his balls. His calves were pretty hairy but not a trace of hair on his thighs. He was just on the cusp of manhood--not that he wasn't a man, he at his young age, was already more man than I would ever be--turning from boy to the virile man he would grow into.
He stared down at me smirking. His dick twitched and the foreskin pulled back revealing the tip of his cockhead. A pearl of precum shone on it. And a new fishy smell hit me. Looking more intently I could see the film of smegma on the part of his cockhead that was exposed. His cock was filthy and I wanted to taste it so bad. I wanted to lick away the filth grime that a teenage dick grows under its hood.
Travis kicked his shorts and boxers off and onto the floor. He stepped forward until he was standing over my chest. His cock and balls right above my face. His crotch stench was amazing and I was getting a good look at the smegma buildup. I licked my lips and he laughed.
"Yeah, yeah faggot. You get to suck it. But not for long. You can clean it up a bit and get it good and wet. But I'm going to be busting my load in your cunt not your face pussy," he peeled back his foreskin. There was no color showing through the film of cheese. It was smooth and damp. Not dried out or cracked at all. Oh to be a constantly horny teenager. He must leak all the time to keep that crop of cheese so moist and well tended. It smelled like an expensive cheese. He could market and sell that shit and never have to think about money again.
My cock hurt, locked, bouncing in its cage as he lowered his crotch to face level. When his cock was directly in front of my my mouth he pulled his foreskin back fully. A fresh stronger wave of fishy, tangy, cock stink hit me causing my eyes to roll back and my already painfully caged cock ache even more. I felt his moist sticky head touch my lips. I went cross eyes and stared at his perfect five incher. I pursed my lips and kiss it.
"That's right faggot," he laughed, "kiss my cock."
He started dragging it left and right. Tracing my lips with that cheesy teenage god cock. He pressed forward and I instinctively parted my lips for him. Opening my face pussy for him. He was honoring me by letting me be this intimate with his manhood. How many others had had this chance to be this close to him? As sexy and cocky as he was probably quite a few. Who could refuse this young stud? Not me that was for sure.
The explosion of taste on my tongue as his throbbing cheese covered head glided across it was magnificent. It was salty, fishy, tangily sour and I felt a squirt of precum ooze out of my cockhead into my cage. I started licking the underside of his head. Prizing off his teen smegma and letting it coat my tongue. I couldn't help but moan.
"Like that faggot?"
I moaned an affirmative and started sucking earnestly on his cock head. His cheese filling my mouth and running down my throat.
He started thrusting gently. Breaching my throat. Not by much he wasn't that big. But he was starting to bottom out thrusting my nose into that sparse patch of wiry boy pubes. Finally he gave me a vicious thrust and when he my throat grabbed hold of my head and started grinding. My face planted firmly against his crotch. He was being rough and I started to gag. I couldn't help it. But that's what he wanted. He pulled off, and out of my mouth, a thick stringing of spit and mucus trailing from my mouth to his cockhead.
He stood up and stepped back. I couldn't help but admire him. He was so beautiful. Thin with the start of muscles. All wiry and smooth his hard cock jutting out in front of him.
"God you're amazing Sir."
He just smirked as he dropped to his knees between my legs. Grabbing under my knees he lifted them and laid them on his shoulders before leaning forward and snatching up a pillow. He raised up taking me with him and placed the pillow under my ass before sitting down on his knees in a kneeling position. My ass was now at the perfect level for his crotch. He leaned forward and started rubbing on my hole. He spit out a loogie and dripped it onto his head and my hole. Holding his cock at the base he smeared it around and then rammed it home. He wasn't all that big so even with no prep it didn't hurt so much as take me by surprise. He stayed settled him my ass for a moment his full balls nestled against my ass.
Then he started fucking me. Hard and rough like his brother had the day before. He slipped out several times but the popping in and out only made it better. At the angle he was probing me he was repeatedly hitting on my prostate. A steady moan was coming from me. I had closed my eyes and was enjoying the rough fuck this teen boy stud was giving me. He was gripping the back of my thighs and gave them a particularly hard squeeze and I opened my eyes to find his staring back into mine. The bright green eyes piercing into me. God he was fucking beautiful. Sweat dripping down his face. Dripping off is body showering me.
"Yeah faggot. Look at you. Your little cock locked up as a thirteen year old stud cunts you. You're so fucking pathetic," he laughed. He started fucking harder and faster. Pummeling my ass in the way only a horny teen boy could. "You're our faggot bitch. Our slut. Our cumdump faggot," he word combined with the fast thrust sent me over the edge and I came in my cage. It was more painful than anything. The hot slimming fag juice filling the inside of my cage and oozing out. "Trev's gonna be pissed about that faggot. Even locked up you can't control yourself. How useless can an old faggot like you be?" He asked and planted himself deep. I felt the heat of his seed spewing inside of my ass. He shuddered and clenched his teeth. He was even more beautiful during orgasm.
When he was finally spent he collapsed onto me. His head laying in the crook of my neck. His cock still planted in me.
"Trev said you had a nice ass. Not as tight as my girlfriend but she's not as used as you," he mumbled. His lips tickling my skin as he spoke. "I'm sure as big a cock slut as she is she'll be more stretched out than you before long. God knows she can't keep off my dick."
It was so intimate, and humiliating. Laid under him. Coated in his sweat. His weight and heat sinking into me. Spent cock softening in my ass. While he talked about his girlfriend. Reminding me that I was just a hole. Something amusing and easy to use.
He propped himself up staring directly into my face. "Faggot," said and spit in my face. He rolled off of me, pulling his dick out of my hole, and laid down beside me. "Clean my cock fag," he stretched out with his hands behind his back.
I sat up and crawled between his legs. Taking his mostly soft cock into my mouth. I sucked up all the spent cum, and ass juices. There wasn't much and it tasted amazing.
He propped his knees up and spread them wider. His ass stench took over any other smell. Teen boy ass sweat, and shit, and whatever else might have accumulated between his cheeks.
"Eat my ass faggot. It's ripe. I haven't showered in three days."
I had already eaten his shit this would be a treat. I dove in burying my face as deep as I could. It was wet with sweat and the predominate taste was shit. Smothering out the other tastes of sweat and funk. I had watched him take two dumps and had only seen him give one cursory wipe. I wondered if he was this dirty when he banged his girl. Or if he cleaned up for her. Did she get to eat this studs ass? Did she even think about how amazing it was to get to kiss his ass? Lick between those cheeks and taste his most sacred place? Probably not.
I moaned, my face wedge in his dirty ass. Lapping up his filth. Overwhelmed in his stench. These boys kept me overwhelmed. I was completely out of my depth and in over my head with them.
My tongue probed at his wet sticky hole. I felt it, a small push out, and he let loose a paint peeling fart directly into my mouth. What escaped stung my eyes and made me dizzy from boy gas.
He laughed, "Damn that felt good fag. I'm feeling sleepy fag," he said as he dropped his legs. I sat up and he rolled into his stomach kicking me in the head in the process. "Get me my phone faggot," I did as ordered. Digging it out of his shorts and got back on the bed passing it to him. "I'm taking a nap. I'm setting my alarm to make sure I'm awake and have you ready for the second part of your punishment when Trev gets back. You will eat my ass while I sleep. I want your face in my ass the entire time. When I wake up it better be to the feel of your tongue worshiping me."
I dove back in. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity. Before long he was snoring. I continued to lap at, kiss, suck, nip at his ass. I worked on the cheeks, on the crack, toyed with his hole. I was in fag heaven. Worshiping the ass of a god. Every once in a while he would let out a fart. Boys were gross. So amazingly gross.
His alarm sounded and I continued to work on his ass. Licking and probing his hole with my tongue. I felt him stir. The alarm went off and he propped up on his elbows.
"Enjoy yourself fag?"
I prized myself out of his ass trench.
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
He snorted, "On your knees by the bed," I hurried to cooperate and from my place on the floor watched him roll off the bed. He stood in front of me. His soft cock dangling, swaying slightly, and mesmerizing me. "Open," he instructed. He placed his cock in my mouth resting on my tongue. "You seemed to enjoy my piss. So here you go," and with a sigh he stated pissing. I wrapped my lips around him and started guzzling. Swallowing fast and often to get all his delicious boy piss. It was stronger than what I had drank earlier but if anything more delicious. He shuddered and let out a small fart. What did he and his brother eat that made them so gassy? It didn't matter I just hopped they kept it up, whatever it was.
Travis stepped back taking his dick with him. He shook off sprinkling my face with drops of his piss. He smirked down at me and grabbed his clothes off the floor. Pulling them on.
"Go and get a kitchen chair and meet me in the master bedroom," he walked out the door. I stood and went to the kitchen to fetch the chair. Whatever they had planned for me wouldn't be fun. In the master bedroom I found he shuffling things around in the closet. I carried the chair in and set it at the foot of the bed before going up to him. I was cleaning a space. Pushing things out of the way and rearranging an open space.
Stepping back he gestured to the closet, "Put the chair in here." Once the chair was in place he smiled at me, "Don't look so worried faggot. This will be a breeze. Now sit down," as I sat noticed the collection of belts he he slung over the back of the closet door. This couldn't be good. "Believe it or not all you are going to have to do is sit here and be a good boy. Trevor came up with his. He thought it would be good to teach you your place," he pulled down one of the belts and dropped to his knees. He quickly strapped my leg to the leg of the chair, "Hand me another," he secured my second leg and stood back up. "Hands at your side," he wrapped a belt around me. Not securing me to the chair but binding my arms to my sides. The last belt he twined between the hollows of the chair back and my chest. When he was finished I was secure. Strapped to the chair. Unable to move and definitely unable to escape.
Trevor was looking around for something when a spark lit his eyes. He quickly dropped his shorts and boxers and kicked them off. He grabbed the boxers and wadded them up.
"Open up faggot we need to gag you," he stuffed the filthy boxers into my mouth. They were soured and grimy. "I've worn those for a week. Lucky for you I don't like changing them."
He pulled on his shorts and stepped back. Looking me up and down.
"Like I said faggot. Just sit and be a good boy," with that he closed the door. Not all the way. He left about a two inch crack. I sat in near darkness and waited. I don't know how long. It could have been five minutes or five hours.
After however long I heard voices. Far enough away I could make out but one sounded like a girl. The voices were getting louder and clearer.
"This is a nice place," the girl said, "who's is it?"
I heard Trevor laugh, "Some stupid old faggot owns the place. He's gone for the weekend and has me watching the place."
"Don't be mean Trev," the light in the bedroom flicked on, "just because he's gay doesn't mean anything bad."
"Baby you don't know the old perv. He's constantly checking me out. He can hardly keep his eyes off my crotch. I bet the nasty old pervert would give anything to taste my dick," there was rustling around and I heard the creaking of the bed springs. Followed by the wet smacking of lips.
"Then why did you agree to watch his house," the girl asked followed by a thud as something hit the floor.
"Because I needed a place we could fuck baby," followed by more smacking. "I don't want to talk about the disgusting old fuck anymore."
This was definitely a punishment. Trevor had brought this girl here with the specific purpose of making me listen to them fuck. Of Trevor, a straight teenage boy, fuck a girl, plow her pussy like normal boys dreamed about doing. While I sat tied up in the closet. A dirty pair of boxers gagging me. Teen boy cum leaking out of my ass. And my cock locked away.
There was more rustling. Grunting. Moaning. Sighing. What were they doing? Well fucking of course but it was torture. I wanted to watch as much as I didn't. I keep imagining what Trevor's must look like while in his element being a teenage stud. Was he on top? Was she? Had he penetrated her let?
There was a loud feminine gasp, "Fuck! Trev!" Followed by Trevor's masculine grunt.
"You love my big dick don't you baby?"
"Yes!"
Loud wet kissing. Flesh slapping on flesh.
"You have such a tight pussy baby. Not some sloppy well fucked hole babe. Nice and tight and fresh. Ride me baby. Ride my big cock!" Trevor shouted.
My cock throbbed painfully and wept in its cage. Did that bitch know how lucky she was? Probably not the ungrateful bitch.
"Trevor!" She was shouting his name repeatedly. The sounds of the fucking growing louder and faster.
Finally I heard a particularly loud slap of flesh and flesh and Trevor's grunt.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he moaned out. The sounds stopped and after a few moments Trevor gulped loudly.
"Your the best fuck I've ever had baby," Trevor said and the girl started giggling.
"That was amazing Trevor. You have the biggest cock I've ever seen."
I heard the smacking of the kiss that followed.
There came more rustling and bed spring squeaking.
"Hurry up babe we have to get you home. You daddy doesn't like me anyways."
She snorted, "He's my step dad. And he's just jealous."
The light flicked off. It had gotten late because I sat in full darkness now. Still straining in me cage. Trevor had just shown me how useless I was to him. At least in that way. Maybe he liked using me. But he was a straight boy. A girl fucker. And I was just a sad, pathetic faggot. Tied up in the closet. Little fag clit locked away and weeping. I was just a toy to him.
The bedroom door opened and the light came on. The closet door was thrown open and Travis smirked down at me.
"Like the show faggot?" He asked laughing. "Trevor thought you would. Aw look at that little dicky," he said pointing at my crotch. I was indeed straining in my cage. "Bet you wish that was you my brother just plowed don't you fag?" He turned his back on me and walked to the side of the bed and bent to pick something up. He walked back, a stretched out and filled condom dangling from his fingers. "Looky here faggot. My bro left something for you."
Travis draped the condom over my head. The filled tip hung down between my eyes and the open end was on top of my head in my hair. It was still warm and wet with pussy juice.
"Well good night faggot. We are staying here tonight. I don't know if Trev will check in on you are not but he told be to tell you we'd have you up and ready for work tomorrow."
He slammed the closet door closed and left me in the dark. I heard him laughing loudly as he walked away.
My cock throbbed in its cage as the full condom and pussy slop cooled and dried on my face.
End Part Five.
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