Date: Fri, 6 Sep 2013 07:11:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerry OBoyle <jerspray@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Room Over the Garage 4

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My Room Over the Garage (Part Four)

While he slapped me with his barefeet Bob told me that construction would
start in two days. He was expanding my room over the garage to include
office space for the days he would be working from home. He promised the
process would include a few surprises for me. As he pounded my face with
his slick, sweaty feet I could see his cock throbbing in his shorts. He
must've smacked my face 50 times before he stopped. The last blow really
rattled my brains. I could feel myself start to slip away, smiling as I
collapsed but Bob jumped out of his chair and grabbed me by the neck.

"Oh, no you don't. You ain't passin out yet. I got so much more for you,
faggot. You want it or not?!" he screamed in my face. I nodded my head,
begging him with my eyes to keep hurting me as he slammed me up against the
wall and bit down hard on my lower lip. I was fully awake now. The back of
my head ached and I could taste blood as my hot Master continued to dig his
teeth into my swollen lip. I fucking love it when he is this close to
me. After about a minute he released my lip and replaced his hand at my
neck with his forearm. He began pummelling my abs with his fist.

"Count 'em out, bitch!" he screamed.

I choked and coughed out the numbers and got to 15 when he stopped and
grabbed my face in his hand.

"That's my good faggot. I fucking love hitting you, baby!" He slapped me a
few times, not too hard. Then he said, "Get ready."

He lowered his forearm and stood right in front of me. One hand on each of
my shoulders. He spit repeatedly in my face while he kneed me in the balls
and cock over and over.

He lifted my chin gently. "How are you doing, bitch?" he asked.

"Bobby, I love you. Please hurt me some more, Daddy."

He bit down on my nipple and started chewing while he took his cock out. It
was rock hard and throbbing. He stood up and pressed against me. He started
jamming his cock into my ball sack. Thrusting it hard into my unprotected
flesh. It hurt like hell when he really connected. He was biting me and
punching me the whole time he was ramming his cock into my groin.

"So, bitch" RAM "you know who's going to be helping me build my office?"
PUNCH/RAM "The Uncles!"

Every muscle in my body tightened. RAM/PUNCH/PUNCH/PUNCH

"That's right, faggot. The Uncles are coming back and they told me not to
bother to pay them for their help because you would be paying them in
full."

Bobby was literally fucking me from the front, his cock thrusting deeper
and deeper into my belly through my ball sac. He raised his arm and covered
my mouth and nose with his pit. The smell was incredible. The perfect
stench of a man. His pit was soaking wet and it filled my nose and coated
my lips. I was in heaven.

His one free hand was twisting my nipple. He started pounding me harder and
faster. In spite of the pain or maybe because of it, I thought about "the
uncles."

I flashed on the last visit from "the uncles." I was on my knees. They
liked an audience. Matt held one of my wrists, Bob the other. The Uncles
took turns fucking my throat. They were huge. And so were their cocks. I
couldn't talk for almost a week after that session. I choked and I gagged
and it just turned them on all the more. Every time I passed out, all 4 of
them, Bob, Matt and Bob's brothers, Justin and Jacob, pounded me with their
belts until I came to. And once I did, it was back up on my knees, arms
stretched out by my Master and his son as these two hulking men fucked my
face as hard and as deep as they could. For hours I had huge cocks drilling
my throat. They came so many times I lost track.

Bob and Matt amused themselves by smoking joint after joint of what must've
been killer weed while they held me in place for the uncles. Every once in
awhile, someone would have to piss. You might think drinking their piss
would have been a relief from the facefucking I was taking. The uncles kept
up the abuse by making sure that who ever was pissing down my throat was
also squeezing my nose.The effect was that I felt like I was drowning in
piss. In addition, they would use this time to punish my ass. Since my face
was plastered against the rock hard abs of whichever one of my abusers was
using me as their toilet, I had no idea what was being shoved in me. Nor
did I know when it was going in. The result was excruciating pain. By the
time they were done pissing in me, I was dying for them to go back to
fucking my throat instead of my torn-up asshole.

After what must've been several hours the uncles announced they were done
fucking my mouth. Matt and Bob took turns beating on my face for a couple
minutes each before unloading down my throat. It took all my strength to
clean up their sweaty bodies before they headed downstairs.

Before he left, Bob grabbed my chin and squeezed. I opened my swollen,
beaten lips to receive his spit. I was so grateful as his spit went across
my worn out tongue and down my ragged throat. I looked into his eyes to
thank him the only way I could.

"You'll be ok, bitch. You're gonna make my brothers happy, right?" as he
nodded my head for me. I tried to make a noise. "What's that, faggot? Oh,
don't worry, they are just getting started." All four guys laughed and
high-fived as Bob and Matt left.

Justin was now sitting on the edge of the bed when he spoke. "Ok, you
fucking faggot piece of shit, get on all fours in front of me." Of course,
I did. He nodded to Jacob who grabbed the back of my head and started to
shove my mouth down onto his brother's outstretched foot.

It had to be at least a size 12. Thankfully, it was slick with sweat. I
managed to get the first four toes in without any trouble. Jacob stuck his
finger into the corner of my mouth and stretched my lips out over the
pinky. My dick was throbbing and very near cumming from the stench of this
gorgeous giant of a man with his foot in my mouth and the strong hand of
his equally gorgeous brother forcing me down on it.

Once Jacob had my mouth past the wide part of his brother's foot, he
released my head and stood up to place his own foot on the back of my
head. He forced my face down on his brother's foot with slow, unyeilding
pressure. The scraping stopped when Justin's toenails were past the roof of
my mouth which was a huge relief. I was coughing and sputtering as Justin's
stinking toes pushed against the opening of my throat. I felt the pressure
ease on my head but it wasn't to last for long. Jacob sat down hard on my
back and grasped my head in his hands again.

"Come on, you fucking faggot!" Justin said from above me, "just a couple
more inches and we'll let up on you."

I took a big breath in and tried to open up even wider. Jacob shoved down
as Justin shoved up and at least a couple of his toes entered my throat. It
was strangely euphoric. My lips were screaming with pain, my jaw felt
unhinged but there was something so perfect about being completely at the
mercy of these two brutish brothers.

I could feel Jacob's balls bouncing on my back as he jerked his massive
cock. Justin was rubbing his other foot on my cheek and torn lips as he
pulsed his foot and wiggled his toes in my throat. What little air I could
take in through my nose was filled with Justin's foot stench. We stayed
that way for several minutes.

Jacob was the first to move.

He got behind me and yanked my hips off the ground and plunged his huge
veiny cock into me in one move. I hoped it was mostly sweat that allowed
him to keep from ripping me even further but suspected some of it was blood
from the earlier assault. I wished I could see it. I knew I would cum if I
did.

Jacob banged me harder than I had ever been fucked before. He liked to
twist and turn a bit, smashing the head of his dick into the walls of my
entrance. It was painful and I loved it. Occassionally he would shove the
ball of his hand into the back of my head, shoving me deeper onto his
brother's foot.

Justin seemed content to have me captive with his foot lodged in my face. I
couldn't see for sure, but I think he was jerking his cock. Every once in a
while he would rub his other foot on my face, scratch a toe nail across my
forehead or wiggle his toes under my nose. The smell kept me peaceful and
rockhard.

I was quickly brought back from my memory by the task at hand. The cock of
my beautiful, sadistic Master. In one quick move he had me on my knees and
his cock deep in my throat.

He unloaded in my mouth for the 3rd time that day. Rope after rope of cum
entered me as I deeply inhaled the sweet smell of his sex. He just stood
there dumping his load into my mouth. I stared up at him and was reminded
that I am the luckiest faggot in the world to be the one kneeling in front
of this beautiful, strong, sweaty straight man. I was his cum dump, his
urinal, his punching bag, his footstool and his human wash rag. I loved
serving him and each load of his cum that he fed me made me more and more
his possession.

He must've sensed what I was thinking because he looked down and me and
nodded. "I know, faggot. You need this so bad, don't you?" I nodded and
immediately began to cry. He shushed me and rubbed my head, pulled his cock
slowly from my lips and backhanded me twice with each hand. I crawled to
his feet and planted dry kisses all over them. He stomped on my head,
banging it almost too hard. He kicked me hard in the ass over and over. I
heard him pull his belt out of his shorts as he stepped out of them. I felt
his underwear land on the back of my head. He snapped the belt once before
burning it down on my back for 12 lashes. I could handle this so much
better if I could move his stinking jockeys to my face instead and sniff
them but I knew he would be pissed so I tried to find his feet through my
tears before I finally collapsed.

"Turn over. NOW!" he called from above.

I flipped onto my back even though it felt charred.

"Here, let me wipe away those tears," he said as he dropped down full
weight, his asshole a direct hit on my mouth.

"Deep breaths, fag. Let me hear you sucking up my sweat."

His ass smelled perfect. Just the slighest hint of anything unclean over
powered by his pure musky sweat.

I inhaled deeply and I came again into my jock. He never acknowledges my
cock except to punch it, kick it or step on it. Today is no different. He
leans back putting his weight on his arms. I know whats coming. I braced
just in time to receive his first punishing kick to my balls.

"Pathetic faggot! You cum just from me beating you and from smelling my
ass. What a sick fuck you are. I bet if I shit in your mouth you'd still
love me!"

I nod my head, secretly relieved that this is a line he will not cross but
knowing I would accept this ultimate humiliation if it would please
him. Luckily for me, the focus of his need for me is for me to worship him,
his sweat, his powerful fists and his perfect feet.

"Matt should be home from his game any minute. If you clean me up quick,
you may get a little break while I go fuck my beautiful wife."

His heel connects with my balls one last time as he climbs off my face. Bob
snatches up his jockeys on his way to his chair. I crawl over to get a
fresh towel.

"Uh-uh, fag. Get your 'pillow' from last night, we can just add to that. I
have a feeling you are gonna need it. Matt lost his game."

I grabbed the towel he prepped for me after last night's beating. I
couldn't resist pressing it to my face and inhaling all of Bob's stench. I
knew without a doubt, I was in for a long afternoon enduring Matt's rage.

Before I knew it, I was on my back. A full-force punch to the stomach
knocked me down.

Bob is screaming. "Did I tell you to sniff that shit, you fucking faggot?!
You greedy little bitch! I don't give you enough? You haven't learned by
now? You can smell me when I TELL YOU CAN! Fuck! You think you can just
take from me whenever you want?! I will leave you up here alone for a week
with no feet, no pits, no balls and no fists," he yelled, all the while
slapping my face, pinching my nipples and kicking me in the balls.

"Please, Bob, forgive me. I don't know what I was thinking. I just couldn't
resist it. Please don't punish me like that. Anything! I'll do anything
just please don't stop using me...even for a day." I begged and begged.

"Fucking greedy, stupid faggot. You won't see me back here tonight, that's
for sure. You can think all day about what you've done and start praying I
come to you tomorrow. Now, clean me up and put the towel directly into the
laundry!"

I cried and thanked him the whole time I was drying off his beautiful,
sweat covered body. To put this towel in the washer was a terrible waste of
his stench. It killed me but, of course, I would obey him.

As I put a fresh wife-beater and socks on him the tears were rolling down
my cheeks at the thought that he might not be back for a while. When I was
finished I laid down on my side and put my head directly in front of his
foot. It was the most extreme act of submission I could think of.

I heard him kind of snort in disgust and my heart broke. He lit a
cigarette, expelled the smoke in a long drawn out puff. He must've decided
to take pity on me because as he stood up, he ground his sock covered foot
on my face and kicked me hard in the gut before heading downstairs.

I silently prayed. It was more than I could hope for that he would come
back after he fucked his wife, so I concentrated on him coming back after
work tomorrow.

All of a sudden I heard him talking to Matt. He sounded agitated to say the
least. I hoped he would still let Matt come up and use me in spite of how
mad he was.

I could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation. Matt: "It just
slipped out!" Bob: "How do you know you can trust him" Matt: "He really
needs it." Bob: "It's too late now I suppose."

I heard the door close only to open a few seconds later. I crawled to the
top of the stairs and laid on my back. I guessed Bob was coming back
because I clearly heard 2 sets of feet coming up the stairs. I felt Matt's
rubber cleat step on my gut. I was expecting Bob to step on me next but
instead Matt grabbed me by the hair and literally threw me to the middle of
the room. I fell with a thud to my knees. I thought, "Bob was right, I am
gonna need all the help I can get to make it through this session."

Matt kicked me from behind and I fell flat on the floor. He placed one foot
on my neck and held me down.

I braced for whatever might come next. Matt still managed to surprise me
when I heard him say, "Come on in, this is the faggot I was telling you
about."