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The New Dishwasher Part 9
"Good fuck faggot," he threw an arm around me pulling me closer. "You sure you're cool with this? Me and Andy moving in. Taking over your life? It will be a lot. I expect a lot from my lovers. That's why I can't keep one."
I kissed and licked at the pec I was pressed up against.
"We'll make it work Sir."
"What's your name faggot?"
"Timmothy Sir."
"You can call me Rod when we aren't fucking Timmy," I melted. He was mine. Really mine.
I was so content wrapped up in his arms. Enveloped in his manly scent of work sweat and man musk. Twirling the hair on his chest with my fingers. Then came the noise reminding me that he wasn't just mine. He had a kid--that I had yet to lay eyes on--and a couple of smelly, hormonal, fuck machine stud nephews. They had returned. I'm not sure how long my new Master Rod had fucked me, the load--mixed with the load of both of his nephews--he filled me with was still leaking out of my hole. Rod stirred as the banging and teenage grunts got louder. What all were they doing? My dirty fag mind made a few suggestions but they all seemed unlikely considering they were still watching a... baby? Toddler? Small human that had been made from the same seed that was cooling in my crack and down the back of my upper thigh.
Rod gave my ass a hard slap.
"Get up and get dressed my bitch," he shoved me off him and rolled out of the bed. His firm fur covered ass stared me in the face as he stood. He smirked over his shoulder. "Don't worry. You'll get to spend hours with your face buried in my rank ass. Now get moving so we can get me and the kid moved in."
The next morning I woke sore and sticky. It had been a long night. After we got the baby set up in the spare room I cooked dinner for my three studs. My ass was sore and leaking the entire process but it kept my fag clit leaking in my cage. But the real work started after the baby had been put to bed. The three studs worked my holes until four in the morning when a spent Travis shot his last ghost load in my mouth.
I was only wearing a filthy jockstrap that Trevor had taken out of his gym bag the night before. Apparently it had been the team jock for his football team the year before. At the start of the season the team took a new jock and all the upperclassmen jerked off in it. It wasn't washed from then on and each week the freshman deemed the worst in practice had to wear the team jock the entire next week. It got progressively worse as the season went on so the freshmen worked harder in practice to try and avoid having to wear it. It was completely filthy. Almost black in it's grunge. It wreaked of the sweat, piss, cum, shit, and other teenage boy grime (which I now knew the scent, taste, and feel of intimately having spent so much time recently licking the grime off of two teenage boys) from sixteen different boys.
My caged cock leaked a little more precum into the filthy, stinky jock. Trevor had swiped it at the end of the season and kept it for some reason. He hadn't said why but he gave me my instructions for it. I was to wear it at all times when I was in the house. I was to wear a pair of one of my three masters dirty boxers over the jock. And I was to wear one of their dirty shirts. That was my new home uniform (unless they wanted me naked) my cock cage, a completely soiled jockstrap, dirty boxers, and a dirty shirt. I could pick each piece of clothing I wore but it had to be dirty. Trevor said it was because I needed to be constantly reminded that I belonged to them. And what was a more primal way of marking ownership than with scent?
I was cooking breakfast for my three gods. And they are my gods. Virile and strong gods I am lucky to have. The slimy head of a big hard cock rubbed up and down my ass crack I had been so lost in my thoughts I hadn't heard anyone walk up on me.
"Good morning Master," I said to whoever it was behind me. Either Trevor or Rod, the cock was to big to be Travis. The rubbing became more aggressive and I bent over and spread my cheeks. I looked back and so Trevor with his big hard cock sticking out of his boxers. He rammed his cock in in one hard push. I moaned as he sighed. He settled balls deep and took hold of my hips.
"Morning Faggot," he said and started rabbit fucking my as I stood bent over for him in my kitchen. It only took a couple of minutes at his fast past to dump his load. By this point I was laid over the counter resting on it. Trevor laid his sweaty body down on mine as his cock twitched out the last few drops of cum. He sighed again and kissed my shoulder blade. "It's good to have a faggot," he said, making no attempt to pull out of me. Not that I minded. Having his sweaty teenage body draped over mine and being completely drenched in his funk, with his dick softening in my ass, was heaven.
"It's good to have such wonderful Masters," I muttered back. He farted, loud and long, and that's when I felt the heat and pulse of his piss. He was pissing up my ass, I clenched my hole tight as I could on his softening dick to make sure none leaked.
"Thought you could use cleaning out," he laughed and farted again as the stream got heavier. I could feel his hot piss filling me up. It caused my cock to throb in its cage. Drops of precum hung down from me crotch. I was staring to worry I wouldn't be able to hold all of it when I felt the stream start to slow. Finally he was finished and slowly started to to pull out his still semi hard dick. "Don't lose any Faggot," he said as he pulled out his head, I felt a few drops escape but not much. I stood up straight and felt over full and in need of the bathroom. "You better hold that until you get breakfast finished Fag," he stepped back and kicked off his boxers. "You can wear these today. I'm going to take a shit and a shower I want breakfast ready when I finish," with that he turned and I watched his naked as bounce as he walked out of the kitchen.
It was extremely uncomfortable cooking breakfast. I felt like I was going to lose it and blast Trevor's piss and whatever else was in my ass out all over the kitchen. But I held it together and finished breakfast. Everything was sitting on the counter waiting for my men as I dashed out of the kitchen. I ran right into Trevor. He grabbed me by the arm to steady both of us.
"Breakfast ready?" He asked not letting go of me. I began to tremble I needed release so bad.
"Ye... yes," I muttered out. He still didn't release me.
"Yes what Fag?"
"Yes Si... sir," he finally let go of me and I made it to the bathroom just in time. I hadn't even set completely down on the toilet when my golden enema started shooting out of my hole. It was terribly loud, the sound of liquid and chunks hitting the toilet water. I sighed contentedly. Not every guy--most guys wouldn't--be happy blasting the piss of a teenage boy out of their ass but I was. I was so fucking happy with life.
I was cleaning up when Rod stumbled into the bathroom. He was naked and so fucking sexy. Hair and beard sleep wrinkled. Big soft cock flopping around from its nest of pubes. He plopped down on the toilet. Spreading his legs wide he pointed to the floor between them, "On your knees," I dropped to me knees and rubbed his thighs staring at his dangling cock, "I need to piss," I leaned down and sucked his sift cock into my mouth. He immediately started to piss. The taste was rich and foul. True morning piss. As I sucked down his disgusting gift he started to fart. The first plop of shit sounded just as the rank ass has hit my nose. Being a faggot is amazing, I thought as I continued to slurp down his rancid piss, breath in his ass stench, and listen as massive man logs filled the toilet. The piss stream stoped and I started lightly sucking the hardening cock as he finished his shit. When he was fully hard he grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth off his God cock. He pulled me head up so I was looking directly into his eyes.
"Ride me," he said and pulled me into a kiss. As his tongue invaded my mouth I maneuvered myself so that my ass was over his hard cock. I gently set down on it. I was well stretched and his cock coated in my spit so I slid in easily. I sat all the way down on him. He broke the kiss long enough to say, "Ride me faggot. Make your Master cum."
I rode his cock eagerly and aggressively as he sat on the toilet. He only broke the kiss so that we could breath (breath in the stench of his shit) and even then he was kissing my neck and shoulders. Arms either wrapped around me, directing how I rode him, or twisting and pinching my nipples. After about twenty minutes of this he started gently meeting my downward thrust and came. Sitting down on him completely we collapsed into each other with us both breathing hard. He softened completely but because of his size didn't slip out of me. He eventually firmed his grip on my waist and scooted forward. He pulled off some toilet paper and wiped his ass as I remained curled around him, head resting on his shoulder.
He stood taking me with him. I wrapped my tired legs around his waist as he bent and flushed the toilet. He nudged me with the side of his face. I leaned back slightly and looked into his face.
"Morning Timmy baby," he smiled and laughed.
"Morning Rod," I leaned in for a kiss that he eagerly returned. "Are we going to do this every morning? Fuck it was hot."
He laughed again. A real laugh, head thrown back.
"Sure. You know the boys are going to be moving in too?" I had assumed that would happen.
"They're good boys," I smirked back at him.
"They're cocks in human form is what they are."
"Says the guy that's shot six loads into me in around sixteen hours."
We finally pulled apart and he set me down on my shaky legs.
"What I was getting at was that with all three of us you are going to have really busy mornings."
As he said that we heard Travis shout, "Faggot! I have to shit!" We looked into each other's eyes and laughed. I was still laughing as I made my way to the boys bathroom.
End Part 9
Sorry about the long wait. It has been--as I'm sure everybody knows--a really fucking weird few months. We only have one more chapter (teaser: we find out more about the guys who broke in Faggot's new jockstrap and Rod shows his romantic side with a special surprise) of the story and an epilogue. Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and as always feel free to email me about anything at ambrosechillingworth@yahoo.com. Thank you for reading!