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The New Dishwasher Part 6
By AEC
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 or 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.
I jerked against my bindings as I snapped awake. Hot ammonia rich liquid stinging my eyes and disorienting me. I was sore and hurt all over as I rapidly blinked trying to clear my eyes of sleep and what I realized was stinking morning piss from one of the boys.
Trevor had come back at some point during the night I had seen the light coming in around the door and heard sounds of someone undressing for bed. He never checked on me, never came close to the closet as far as I could tell. Then the lights went out and within minutes I could hear my teen master's snores.
The hot stinking stream of teen piss moved from my face down my chest and settling on my caged cock. I blinked the last of the foul morning boy piss out of my eyes and looked up. I froze at the glorious sight before me. Trevor stood haloed by the soft morning light. His dark hair a mess. A crease running down the side of his face where it had been pressed to a pillow. Even with the corners of his eyes caked with sleep gook they were mesmerizing. My eyes traveled lower to his bare chest. A smattering of hair spread between his nipples. Leaving a bare space at the top of his stomach before picking up again below the belly button. His treasure trail leading to a dense wiry forest of wild, unruly, untrimmed teen boy bush. He held his soft uncut cock in one of his large hands as he directed the flow of his piss, soaking my suddenly straining cock in it's cage. Trevor was truly blessed. I knew his cock was large, though I hadn't seen it before, I had felt it ramming up my ass. Soft, held in his hand, pissing through his foreskin, his cock was at least six inches the same as mine when fully hard.
Trev lifted a leg slightly, as his stream started to slow, and let out a loud rumbling fart. He shook off his cock, drops hitting me, for some reason this was the moment that I became concerned about my carpet. I inwardly laughed at that. There was literally a pool of piss forming in the rug under my chair but I was concerned about a few drops from him shaking his dick dry. I really am a ridiculous faggot.
"Morning faggot," he smirked down at me and took a step closer. A wave of teen boy crotch funk washed over me. A smell of an active boys hot sweaty balls combined with sex sweat--I could just make out the smell of pussy slop in his own teen funk--and the smell of crotch sleep sweat. He should bottle his scent, faggots like me would pay outrages amounts to smell like his cock and balls. His large dangling cock swayed hypnotically before me as he reached forward and pulled the used condom off my head.
"Sherri is a good fuck faggot," he said dangling the rubber in my face. "Wish I could have got in there bare but I'm not stupid. No little Trevor or little Sherri for me. Not something a little faggot like you has to worry about. No, procreation is something real men have to take precautions for. Men like me. Men like Travis. Not stinky, sticky little cumdumps like you fag."
I stared wide eyed, chewing slightly on the still filthy boxers in my mouth, as Trevor untied the lose knot in the condom. Once open he upended it over my caged cock pouring his cold cum all over my cage and balls.
"Closest a faggot will ever come to having the potency of a real man's cum," he dropped the condom on my thigh and started rubbing his cum into my crotch. "Does it make you feel more like a man faggot? Having my potent, virile, cum coating your little caged clitty and balls?" I moaned and he grabbed and squeezed my balls, hard. "Useless things, your balls. We might have to look into removing them. Travis told my how not even the cage can keep you from shooting off a fag load."
Trevor stepped around me and made quick work of unbinding me. My body was half asleep and the rest was torturously sore.
"You have ten minutes to get yourself sorted out. No shower or anything like that faggot. Just get your blood circulating again and put on Trav's boxers," he turned and walked over to the bed grabbing his own boxers off the floor. Pulling them on he said, "Ten minutes faggot. In the kitchen." He walked out leaving me alone.
I started slowly moving my limbs to get the blood flow going. Shit this hurt. Finally I reached up and pulled the boxers out of my mouth. This was my first time to get to examine them properly. The way Travis had rolled them up to stuff them in my mouth had kept most of them dry. The only fag drool soaked part was the upper portion and the waist band. They were a good reminder of what a fucked up situation I had gotten myself into. Though adult sized they were very obviously a young boys underwear. They had at one time been white--though mostly stained yellow and grey now with large brown skids in the seat--with Scooby Doo, Shaggy, and the Mystery Machine printed all over them. I held them up to my face breathing in the teen boy funk from them my useless fag clit bouncing in it's sticky cum covered cage.
I stood and pulled the filthy, wet, stinky things on. They were a little tight but Travis and I were pretty close in waist size. My cock strained even more as I made my way down the hall to the kitchen as my skin rubbed against the material that had spent so many hours pressed against a young Gods cock, balls, and ass.
Trevor sat at the kitchen table playing on his phone. He looked so amazingly sexy sprawled out in nothing but his boxers. The sunlight caught in the moist hairs of his pits and made my mouth water.
"Put your tongue back in your mouth faggot and fix Travis and me some breakfast," he never looked up from his phone. It amazed me how aware he was at all times.
I made them a breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and toast. Travis never made an appearance as I worked and I assumed he was still in bed. I dished up two plates and placed one in front of Trevor with a glass of orange juice.
He grabbed the fork and cut a piece of sausage, "Go and wake Travis up. A blow if he's on his back or an ass eating if he's on his stomach. I want the little guy to wake up with a smile."
I couldn't help but smile myself as I made my way to the spare bedroom. Getting to suck that delectable fishy cock or eat that funky boy ass was a treat for a faggot like me and my cock was straining in it's cage again. It was starting to get quite painful. But knowing that the two young brothers were the ones inflicting this on me only made me hornier.
Opening the door to the spare bedroom I was assaulted by a wave to teen boy stink. It smelled like a locker room. Travis was the epitome of a smelly teenager. I could almost taste his funk on my tongue as I breathed. He was going to start getting kicked out of public places if he didn't shower soon. As sad as that made me. I loved his stink. I loved how dirty he was. Almost animalistic. He was going to grow up to be one hell of a man.
The blinds were closed and it was dark in the room but I could see him stretched out on his back. Spread eagle with his bare chest exposed but the sheet covering him to just above his waist. What really got my attention was the bulge sticking straight up from his crotch. Travis was having a dirty boy dream and it was displaying his morning wood for all to see. I pulled up the bottom of the sheet and crawled under doing my best not to disturb the sleeping boy. His funk was concentrated under the cover and caused a spurt of precum to leak out of my cock cage. I made my way past his lightly fuzzed legs and smooth thighs until his erect cock was right in front of me. I grabbed it gently and stroked lightly as I started licking his sweaty boy balls. After giving them a loving tongue bath I took his five incher in my mouth running my tongue around under his foreskin sucking up the light coating of cheese that had accumulated since it's cleaning last night. Then I swallowed him down burying my nose in his sparse patch of pubes. I was in faggot heaven.
Travis shifted a little and moaned. I felt his hand run his fingers through my hair and tug gently.
"Ashely," he moaned, "baby," he thrust his hips gently. A slow grinding movement. He was dreaming about some girl. Probably his girlfriend. I don't know why it hurt quite that much but it did. It's not like he was gay and going to fall in love with a thirty something old man but I would have liked to be special to him. I sucked harder bobbing up and down on him determined to give him a great blow job. I would never mean anything to him but I would make damn sure he was happy with my services.
He grabbed my hair with both hands and thrust his hips upward with great force slamming into my mouth and face. He repeated this three times then held me in place as he shot his load in me. I felt each shot hit the back of my throat and swallowed them down relishing the honor of receiving his seed. Releasing my hair he slumped back relaxed on the bed.
"Faggot like it's breakfast?" He asked as he threw back the sheet and smirked down at me. Sitting up he shoved me off the bed. Taken by surprise I landed hard in a heap. I collected myself and sat up to find Travis standing in front of me. "Follow me homo," I followed him out of the room to the bathroom.
He opened the door to the shower stall, "Boxers off and get in. Sit on your ass legs out in front of you." I did as the young alpha stud instructed. The tile of the shower cold on my bare ass as I stared up at the handsome young God.
"Finger your cunt faggot," he crossed his arms and leaned against the frame of the shower. "Two fingers to start."
I sucked on my index and middle finger to get them wet and reached down between my cheeks and pushed them into my hole. I pushed my ass forward a bit to make sure that Travis could see my fingers piercing my hole.
"Now tell me what you are faggot."
"I'm a cock hungry faggot Sir."
"Who's cock are you hungry for fag?"
"Yours Sir. I'm a faggot hungry for your cock Sir."
He bust out laughing, "Fucking sick faggot," his cock had started perking up again. "You like my cheesy boy cock faggot? You dream about it? You want it plowing your slutty homo ass don't you?"
"Yes Sir I love your cheesy boy cock and dream about it constantly. I wish I could have your cock plowing my slutty homo ass all the time Sir."
"Of course you do faggot," still leaned against the door frame, his cock now fully erect started spraying me down with his rancid morning boy piss. "Thank me for showering you faggot!"
He started thrusting his hips back and forth fully coating me--for the second time in an hour--with the stinking piss of a teen boy.
"Thank you Sir! Thank you for showering me with you alpha piss Sir!"
That's when I heard Trevor laughing. I hadn't seen him come in but I saw him now. Standing in the bathroom doorway holding his phone filming me thanking a boy for pissing on me as I fingered my asshole.
"Stupid, sick, fucked up faggot," he laughed out. "How low can you fucking get?"
I was horrified to have my humiliation filmed and incredibly turned on at the same time. I was so fucked.
End Part Six
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