Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2013 13:45:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerry OBoyle <jerspray@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Room Over The Garage Part 5

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My Room Over the Garage (Part Five)

I would eventually learn the following: that the kid in front of me was
named Chase, that he was was the losing pitcher on Matt's softball team,
that the guy on the other team who hit the winning homer looked a lot like
me, and that Matt stopped him from attacking the guy by letting it slip
about the slave-fag his Dad has stashed in the room over their garage.

But for now, all I knew was that there was a 5'10", blond-haired,
blue-eyed, beefy young God in front of me. He was in cleats, white crew
socks, sweat pants and a soaking wet baseball shirt. The bulge in his sweat
pants was only matched by his bulging biceps.

Both of the guys were spotted with grass stains and dirt smudges. The scent
of them took over the room. Besides the stench of sweat I could smell beer
and weed.

Pulling my gaze from from this stud was nearly impossible, but I managed to
lower my eyes to stare at the floor in front of his feet. I was saying a
silent prayer that I would soon feel those cleats on my balls and have the
stench of his sweaty feet in my nose.

Matt began his orientation. "Chase, for the next couple hours, consider
this fag your property. You can punch it." He walked up to me and hit me in
the face. "Slap it." He drew his hand across his body and backhanded me so
hard I actually screamed.

Chase freaked out. "Won't someone hear him?"

Matt just laughed and said "Everyone in the house knows exactly what
happens up here?"

"Even your Mom?!" asked Chase.

"Her life is much better since the fag got here. My dad is calmer and he
sure smells better," answered Matt.

"What do you mean 'smells better'?"

Matt snapped and pointed at his cleats. I crawled over to him and started
removing them. He snapped again and I knew to put one hand flat on the
floor. He started grinding his cleat into the back of that hand.

"This fag is not only our punching bag and cum dump, he is addicted to our
sweat and always sends us downstairs clean and dry. Ball sweat is it's
favorite but watch how he freaks out on my flithy feet." As I slipped off
the first cleat, the stench was overwhelming and I got rock hard in my
jock. I dropped my head to the floor and started sniffing all over his foot
as deeply as I could.

"Go get a belt, faggot!"

They both laughed when I whimpered at the thought of leaving his stinky
foot. He flicked his foot at my face, scraping my cheek with his cleat and
I crawled to the closet where they kept extra belts, ropes and other things
they used to hurt me.

"A belt?! How much does this freak let you do to him?" asked Chase as he
started adjusting his cock in his sweats.

"Let me?! He doesn't LET ME do anything. He is our property and we do what
ever we want to it. The freaky thing is he seems to love it all. The more
pain the better. And once he gets some pit stink or some ball sweat up his
nose he practically begs for more," answered the younger of my Masters.

I brought back a thick black belt with a big square buckle. I laid it at
Matt's feet. I quickly crawled back to the closet and got a 3" wide belt
with studs on it and laid it at Chase's feet. He kind of backed up as I
approached. I don't blame him for being a little weirded out. It's probably
not everyday he see's a full-fledged masochist faggot at his feet.

Matt dragged me back to him by my hair. He dropped me and came around in
front of me. I was on my elbows, legs spread giving him the perfect shot at
my jock covered ball sack. He spit on my face and said "What do you want,
bitch?"

"Matt, please show Chase how much I can take. Destroy my balls with your
feet, please?" I spread my legs further, raising my ass up off the ground,
essentially presenting my balls to him for abuse at his whim.

Chase gasped "Holy FUCK!"

Matt still had one cleat on. He lifted his leg and placed his cleat on my
face. He slowly scraped it starting his descent, pulling down my lip,
scratching my chin and all the way down my chest and abs. He ground the toe
in the place between my cock and balls, seperating them. My balls hung low
in the jock pouch. Slowly he pulled his leather covered foot back before
slamming it up, with all his strength into my balls. My knees buckled and
my arms shook but I managed to hold my position. He kicked me 4 more
times. He then stood on my stomach with his cleated foot and placed the
other foot, still covered in his stinking sock, over my mouth. He
transfered the weight between my face and my gut. He settled on my face and
stomped his foot into my abs several times. He climbed down. He reached
down and pulled off his sock. He rubbed my face in it and then replaced it
with his beautiful, steaming bare foot. It was slick and it stunk of his
musky sweat. I loved it. He had me turn over and he whipped my back with
the belt. Not full force, but Matt's easy beatings were worse than most. He
kept it up while continuing Chase's "training".

"I used to get myself into a lot of trouble. You know my temper. Now I come
up here, beat the fuck out of this piece of shit faggot, use him, abuse
him, or whatever the fuck I feel like doing to it and I stay out of
jail. It works like a charm. Now, if you had destroyed that motherfucker on
the field today, you would be in jail. Instead, you can do everything you
wanted to do to that cocksucker to this little bitch, and more. Including
making him suck your cock." Matt laughed.

He flipped me over with a kick to the ribs. He then pulled off his other
cleat, releasing I cloud of his sexy scent. He peeled his other sock off
and dropped it on my face. He was casually stuffing his soaking wet sock
into my mouth using his incredibly sexy foot while he talked to Chase.

"So, what do you want to do to it first? Fuck it's face? Maul it's tits?
Feed it some sweat?"

Chase looked very serious and finally said "I want to beat the fuck out of
it."

Matt cracked up and said "Have at it. Do whatever you want to it, just no
broken bones." He picked up the belt and grabbed his socks and cleats
before reclining in his Dad's chair. He raised his arms and put them behind
his head.

I shivered when I looked at this young stud. His barefeet, which I could
still smell, propped up. The small trickle of hair on his rock hard abs and
his hairy, dripping pits peeking out from under the sweat covered baseball
shirt. The sexiest part of all was the evil grin on his incredibly handsome
face.

Chase stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Matt. The bulge in his
sweats even bigger now, making me want to bury my face in this new studs
crotch. His fists were clenched at his sides.

He turned to Matt and said "He really does look a lot like that asshole who
blew my shutout. I am gonna enjoy beating this fag. Stop me if I go too
far."

Matt told him no one had gone to far beating me yet but he was welcome to
try. He jumped up and put one of his rolled up sweat socks between my teeth
as his dad had taught him to when they were focusing on punching my
face. "Just a little protection...not for the fag, but so we don't have to
pay any doctor bills." He ruffled my hair and said "Sucks to be you, fag. I
have a feeling you are in for a rough one."

I looked at Matt and then at Chase and removed my "mouth guard". I admitted
to my abuser "I am scared but it is an honor to be here for you two. You
are so fucking beautiful to me and I am grateful for anything you do to
me. Chase, please use me in any way you would like. The smell coming from
your balls is so sexy and just looking at you makes me want to serve you in
everyway possible. You look so strong and mean and I can't wait to feel the
power of your fists on my face." I bit down on the sock and prepared to
receive Chase's rage.

Chase grabbed my hair and swipe slapped me hard. It burned but I pleaded
with my eyes for his to hit me again. He did just that. Over and over he
slapped my face. Yanking my hair and twisting my head between the brutal
slaps. He kept hitting me harder and harder and ripping at my hair with
more and more intensity the whole time.

I couldn't really even feel my face anymore by the time he finished. It
felt burnt and frozen all at once. He grabbed a hold of my chin and
squeezed hard, digging his nails into my skin. He yanked the sock out of my
mouth and got right in my face.

"You are disgusting. Letting a man beat you for no reason. What a fucking
faggot. Sitting there, looking like a happy puppy after I just beat the
fuck out of your fag face. Open your mouth, you piece of shit faggot." I
did and he spit a bunch of huge hawkers into my mouth. "Swallow my spit you
faggot. You better be grateful for anything that comes out of me. I don't
think I will let you taste my cum but I may piss on you before this is all
over."

After gulping down his spit I thanked him over and over for beating me and
for letting me drink his spit.

"That was no beating faggot! I was just warming up my arm." He closed his
fist and put it up to my lips. I grabbed it in my hands and kissed it over
and over begging him to punch me out.

"Open" he ordered. I did and he reinserted the sock to protect my teeth
from shattering. It was the last word he spoke for awhile.

I guess he wanted me standing for the first punch as I dragged me up by my
hair. No one has ever hit me as hard as Chase did without knocking me
out. I guess cause I was really well prepared for it. He had ground his
fist all over my face concentrating on my lips and my eyes. I knew his fist
well by the time he drew back and connected with my jaw. I would have
fallen if he hadn't had me by the hair. I know some of it ripped out of my
head because I saw it fall as Chase let go and shook it from his hand. He
punched me in the same place on my face so many time I lost track. Then he
switched his focus and continued my beating with eight quick punches to my
gut followed by an awesome left hook to my cheekbone. I started to blackout
but he slapped me forehand and backhand with all his might. It was
impossible to decide which hurt more, the punch or the slaps. It was also
impossible to tell which made me cum.

Chase must've noticed the tell-tale twitching at my hips because he
screamed in my face. "Did you just jizz yourself you fucking queer? Just
from me destroying your face? You are one sick motherfucker, you know that?
If that got your fag jollies off, just fucking wait."

He repeated the 8 shots to my gut and the left-hook to my cheek 4 more
times. I was euphoric. The punches were wicked powerful, extremely painful
and each one turned me on more than the last.

Next he grabbed me by the shoulders and drove his knee up into my balls at
least a dozen times in rapid succession. It felt like my nuts were
somewhere above my stomach but all I could think about was licking the
sweat that coated his sexy straight blond hair as it clung to his forehead.

He spit in my face so hard it stung. He drove his forearm into my throat
and started tearing at my nipples with his strong, rough fingers. He would
pull and twist for a couple seconds and then pound my gut with his
fist. After a few minutes of this, he reached down and squeezed my aching
nuts. I was scared about how much of this I could take as Bob and Matt only
ever touched my package with their feet or a closed fist. My cock, however,
throbbed at this new experience. Chase was gritting his teeth and kind of
hissing in my face as he squeezed harder and harder. I felt like they might
pop right in their sack as he closed that massive fist tighter around
them. Right when I was sure that actually crushing them was his goal he
released them only to abuse them further with 6 mind numbing punches. This
time, he let me collapse to the floor.

He straddled my body and looked like he was about to reach down to grab me
when Matt interupted. "Dude. I hate to break your flow but that beer is
running through me and I need to piss."

Chase was definitely in the zone and turned on his friend. "So go piss!"

Matt laughed and told him he was too comfortable and didn't want to get
up. "Use the belt on his back while I piss down his throat."

Chase grabbed my hair, punched me one more time and pretty much threw me
over to Bob's chair, where Matt was waiting for me to take out his cock,
put it in my mouth and swallow his piss. I was in serious pain and
seriously thrilled to be crawling over to my young Master to serve him.

When I was close enough, Matt grabbed my ear and pulled my face down to his
crotch. "Get a whiff of that, fag."

His cock and balls were stuffed in his sweat pants and the scent was
unbelievable. His unwashed ball smell drove me crazy. Mixed with his
pungent precum it was more than I could take. I pressed my nose in the fold
between his package and his thigh and I inhaled deeply. Matt crossed his
leg over and pressed his foot down on me, burying my face in his stench. I
breathed in as deeply as I could, filling myself up with the manly stink
from his crotch.

Chase started whipping me with the belt I presented at his feet. He wasn't
shy about it. Matt eased the pressure on my head and I knew that it was
time to drink. I lowered the waist band of his gray sweats with my
teeth. It took awhile, giving Chase more time to tear up my back. It was so
sexy to be covered in Matt's scent, anticipating his cock in my mouth and
feeling Chase behind me, taking out his aggravation on my back. I managed
to lower Matt's boxer briefs and his fat, white cock was free. I took the
head in my mouth and remained as still as possible.

Slowly, Matt's piss started to enter my mouth. It tasted great. A little
bitter but mostly his processed beer. Usually they piss in me with their
cocks buried in my throat. It was a treat to be able to taste it. Perhaps
he knew it would make it easier for me to take Chase's increasingly rough
beating.

I stole a glimpse of Matt's arm pits when he put his buff arms back behind
his head. He smiled when he heard (and felt) me moan. He was beautiful. He
just kept pissing in my mouth.

And Chase just kept whipping me with the belt.

All good things must come to an end and Matt pushed me off his cock.
"That's all I got fag. Go bend over at the foot of the bed and give Chase a
better shot at your back."

I did as I was told.