Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2020 17:38:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: ambrosechillingworth@yahoo.com
Subject: The New Dishwasher Part 3

The third installment in The New Dishwasher series.

This story is completely fictional and any similarity with real life is
accidental and unintentional. It is a complete fantasy--the type that turns
me on--and that is how it should remain: unprotected sex with teen boys is
hot in a story but real life should be taken seriously and actions and
consequences thoroughly thought through.

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The New Dishwasher Part 3

By AEC

"You ever disappoint me like this again and I cut you off. You will lose
the best dick you ever had," he said with a particularly vicious thrust and
I felt him unloading in me. He thrust a few more times then lodged himself
as deep as he could and finished coating my insides with his teen cock
snot. We were both drenched in sweat. It was running off his face down my
neck where his head rested. He finally pushed himself off me and stood
straight his cock still softening in me.

"Eyes forward faggot," he ordered again, "you haven't earned the privilege
of actually seeing my cock yet." Far more gently than I expected he pulled
his cock from me. I felt empty. Used. But content. I really did belong to
him.

***

Trevor pulled my ass cheeks apart. I could feel his cum starting to leak
out of my thoroughly used hole. He poked and prodded my sore hole pushing
the escaped cum back inside me.

"How you feel faggot?"

"Amazing Sir," I said my eyes closed. Taking in the heavy scent of him and
luxuriating in the feel of his sweat cooling on me.

He gave my ass a vicious slap.

"Keep my cum in faggot. Stand up and face me," I did as he said. My six
inch erection pointing straight out in front of me with a length of precum
hanging from the tip. Trevor's eyes dropped to my dick and his mouth set in
a firm line. He grabbed me by the shoulders and shuffled my forward with my
jeans still around my knees.

"Good faggot. You didn't cum. You won't cum again without my permission. Do
you understand faggot?"

He was going to take away ability to cum? He couldn't really enforce it
though. I would still be able to jerk at home. No more bathroom breaks
after he bent over at work. But I could do that.

"Yes Sir."

"Good boy," once again without warning be kneed me in my now fully exposed
balls. He kept a hold of my shoulders so that I wouldn't drop into a crouch
again. He either kneed me harder this time or the layer my jeans had
provided offered more protection than I thought. But it had the immediate
affect of causing me to lose my erection. Trevor glanced down and smirked
at my shrunk dick.

"You don't get to cum yet," he pulled out his phone, "we've been gone to
long. I'm going to text a friend and say I have a stomach ache and
left. Did you drive yourself faggot?"

"Yes Sir."

"Then text your ex-fuckbuddy and make an excuse. We have things to do
faggot."

He dropped his phone back into a pocket of his black basketball
shorts. Turned, unlocked the door then grabbed me--pants still around my
knees--and pulled me out of the stall before reentering and closing the
door. I stood stunned for a moment before I scrambled to pull my pants back
up. I heard his piss hitting water as I sent Dave a message saying my
stomach had gotten bad and I had to leave. My cock--even with my balls
still sore--shot back to full hardon listening to his powerful stream
filling the toilet. I almost came when he let out a fart. Trevor was such a
manly man. More than that, he was a God. My God. How had I been so lucky as
to have found him?

Trevor opened the door to the stall. He look so hot. His face still flushed
from the amazing fuck he had given me. Sweat still dampened his hair and
large patches had grown under the arms of his light grey shirt. I wanted to
lick every inch of him. Worship his god like body and wallow in his teen
boy funk.

His usual smirk set on his face as he watched me stare at him. His eyes
dropped to my once again prominent erection and his smirk got even bigger.

"Legs apart hands behind your head," I did as he requested. I was pretty
nervous at this point. Not because of anything he would do. He could do
anything he wanted, as was his right as an alpha male. But we had been in
the bathroom for way to long. We had been lucky so far no one had come in
but that couldn't last.

"You have no self control. Every time you see me you pop a boner. We are
going to have to work on that. Your useless fag clit and little balls
belong to me," he drew his foot up behind him, I closed my eyes
anticipating the pain to come. "Eyes open faggot. You will look at me as I
punish you."

"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir."

And then he kicked me, hard, in the nuts. I collapsed to the ground curled
up grasping my nuts and gasping for breath.

"Meet me in front of the mall," he started walking for the door. He paused
and turned to me, "you have ten minutes to get yourself together and be
there." He walked out. Leaving me gasping in pain on the floor. I just laid
there staring into the the empty stall he had just given me the best fuck
of my life in. I wasn't mad at him. I belonged to him. And I needed him. I
needed his dick. His funk. His punishments.

I heard the door open and scrambled to get up but it was to late whoever
had come in had already seen me.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

I sat on my ass--still sore from the hard fuck Trevor had given me--and
clutched my nuts. It was one of the boys Trevor had been with probably
fourteen or fifteen he definitely looked younger than Trevor. He had shinny
red and black athletic shorts on and a black tank top. His sneakers had at
one time been white but where now well worn and covered in grime.

"I... I had an accident," I stuttered out.

"Looks like you got kicked in the nuts," he said as he started walking
towards me. As he brushed past me to enter the stall Trevor had used me in
I caught a wave of his funk. He smelled stronger than Trevor had. The
people seating near their group in the theater had probably had to move
away from the stench of ten teen boys that had obviously been playing hard
earlier. He didn't close the door behind him. He just walked in and dropped
the toilet seat before dropping his shorts and underwear. His ass was
small. Tight. Pale white without a blemish or hair on it. I was stunned
this kid would just drop trow in front of a complete stranger. I was
farther shocked when he spun around giving me a full view of his cock and
balls before he plopped down on the toilet. His uncut cock wasn't all that
big. It hung down about two inches in a sparse patch of brown pubes that
matched the color of his hair.

"What'd you do? Try to hit on some guy and get the shit kicked out of you?"
He asked conversationally before he grunted and let out a series of gassy
wet sounding farts.

What had Trevor done to me that I was suddenly so turned on by teen boys
and their lack of hygiene and manners?

"Umm..." was all that I could get out because he had screwed up his face
and there was a series of plops into the water.

"That's better. Shouldn't have held it in for so long," the boy said as the
last plop sounded and the stench of teen boy shit hit my nose. Fuck it was
rank. I almost wanted to gag. But what actually happened was my cock went
painfully hard causing a sharp pain in my still aching balls. The smirk
that came over his face was startling similar to Trevor's. "Yeah, you're a
faggot. That's why you got your nuts kicked. You must have hit on the wrong
guy." He shook his head in disgust pulled off a length of toilet paper and
gave his ass a wipe dropping the paper into the bowl. He didn't look at the
paper or get more just stood up--cock and balls once again fully exposed to
me, making my mouth water--and pulled up his shorts. Were all teen boys
this gross I wondered?

"Like the smell of my shit faggot?" He asked as he walked up to me
drenching me in his funk.

"Umm..." he laughed.

"Go ahead faggot. Get in there and get you a real sniff," he said grabbing
my head and pushing me to the toilet. It was all the motivation I needed
and I was crawling on hands and knees into the stall my teenage master had
fucked me in not ten minutes earlier. Fuck I had to hurry I couldn't keep
him waiting.

Pushing up I took ahold of the still warm toilet seat and looked into the
toilet. Floating in the piss colored water were five massive logs. Dark
brown and smooth, not a crack in one of them. It smelled fucking awful and
made my dick weep. The wad of toilet paper the boy had used was soaked
through and I could see a massive smear on it. The boys asshole must be
fucking disgusting and I wanted to beg him to let me clean it for me. But I
had to restrain myself this situation was already pushing the boundary and
I really had to hurry to get to Trevor on time.

"Whip it out fag. I wanna see an old homo shoot a load sniffing my shit."

That was all the invitation I needed. I jerked open my fly and fished out
my dripping cock. It took me all of two strokes to spray my load between my
legs onto the floor. I rested my head on the toilet seat staring at his
floating logs. Embarrassed and ashamed of myself. But his shit stink was
enthralling.

He started laughing.

"Fuck you're pathetic. I last longer than that when I'm fucking my
girlfriend. Fucking faggots," he was still laughing as he walked out.

Here I was on the floor of a public bathroom wilting cock hanging out of my
fly dripping cum with my face inches from a putrid waterlogged pile of teen
boy shit. I really was pathetic. And I'd already broken my promise to
Trevor. Fuck! I had to get to Trevor!

I jerked up and was still closing my fly when I walked out the bathroom
door. I ran from the bathroom, then the theater, then the mall. People
looking at me alarmed and confused and annoyed. I dashed through the doors
at the front entrance and looked around for my master. There he was leaned
up against a tree a little ways away from the door typing on his phone
smirk in place.

He looked up when I started walking towards him and the smirk was replaced
with a frown.

"You're two minutes late faggot," he stated simply dropping his phone in
his pocket.

"Sorry Sir," I said panicked. How could I explain this? "I... it
umm... took longer than I thought for my balls to stop hurting Sir," a
lie. Shit I was lying to him. What if he found out? He'd be furious and
leave me. Then what would I do? "I'm really sorry Sir. I won't happen again
I promise Sir."

He looked around then slapped the shit out of me.

"It better not," he took off walking. My eyes trained on his ass I followed
and rubbed my stinging cheek. "Where are you parked faggot?"

"Lot D Sir."

"Good let's get going. We have a lot to do today. You live alone right?"

He was coming home with me? Maybe he would fuck me properly in a bed. Not
that I minded being bent over a toilet filled with his fragrant piss but a
bed would be more comfortable. With the added bonus of my sheets smelling
of him. I'd have amazing dreams.

"Yes Sir."

We made it to the lot and I directed him to my car. He walked up to the
drivers door and held out his hand. I must have hesitated to long because
he slapped me again.

"You belong to me faggot. That means everything you own belongs to me as
well. Now give me your goddamn keys. I don't know your driving and I'm not
about to let you kill me by driving off the road because you couldn't think
about anything other than my cock."

I dropped the keys into his hand. What he said made total sense I probably
was to distracted to drive. He got in the car while I stood and watched.

"You are useless. Get your ass in the car so we can leave faggot."

My face turned red and I hurried to obey. I was pretty useless when I was
around him. I couldn't think straight when he was anywhere near me. All I
could think about was him.

I started directing him toward my home and less than half way there I
relaxed completely. Trevor was a very good driver. Confident, observant,
obeyed the driving laws and protocol. Was there anything that this teenage
god didn't excel at? Probably not. And he was damn sexy set behind the
wheel driving. I felt like his girlfriend and it gave me a thrill.

He pulled into the drive way in front of my small house. It was small but
in good repair. I kept the yard well maintained and the house had had a
fresh paint of coat earlier that summer. It was a three room ranch with an
attached garage.

"Park here Sir. I only use the garage during the winter."

He put the car in park and turned it off. He surprised me by handing me my
keys. I had half expected him to keep them. We got out of the car and I
followed him up the walk to my front door. He stood aside as I unlocked and
opened the door before stepping out of the way to let him enter the house
first.

After I closed and locked the door I turned to see him standing in the
middle of the room looking around with a vacant look.

"Not bad faggot," he said softly. He locked eyes with me with a determined
look on his face. "Don't fuck this up faggot," he plopped down on my sofa
and kicked off his shoes. "Go and get me something to drink. A soda if you
have one. No diet shit."

"Coke Sir."

"Yes," he propped his feet on the coffee table and grabbed the remote as I
made my way through the dinning room into my kitchen. I grabbed Trevor a
coke and a bottle of water for me. By the time I got back to the living
room the TV was blaring a baseball game of some sort. I'm not much into
sports. Imagine that? And the room reeked of Trevor's funk. Damn his feet
smelled. And his pits. And pretty much every inch of him. He was just at
the hormonal stinky teen boy age. And my dick was yet again leaking into my
jeans.

"Here's your coke Sir," I said as I passed it to him.

"Push the coffee table back and get on your knees in front of me," he said
never taking his eyes off the TV in the corner of the room. He did take his
feet off the table so I could move it. I kneeled in front of him. He look
so hot sitting there drinking his coke. He still had rings of sweat under
his arms and the basket ball shorts draped his crotch leaving a rather
impressive bulge leading me to wonder about what he wore under them. Once I
was in place he finally looked at me.

"You did good today faggot. You dropped your fuck buddy immediately and
left him sitting alone in a theater while he was supposed to be on a date
with you. That was cold faggot. You didn't complain when I kneed you in the
balls. You took my fuck--which had to hurt even your well used ass at the
first--with no whining, after the initial assault on your cunt, and became
quite enthusiastic. And that kick I gave you? I didn't hold back. That had
to have been agonizing. But you still came running to me. You were late but
overall you served me well. Your reward will be worshiping my feet. And let
me tell you they are fucking rank. I didn't shower after work last night
and went out to shoot hoops with the guys first thing this morning. Have
fun faggot," he said as he propped his feet onto my face. "Smell them, lick
them, massage them, they are your God," and he turned his attention back to
the baseball game on TV.

The socks were a cheap generic white pair. At least at one time they were
white. Now the tops where a beige color with darker lines were the tongue
of his sneakers ran. And the bottoms of the socks--currently smashing my
nose and pressing into my eyes as he wiggles his toes--were a dark grey
going on black. I wondered if these there the same socks that I was first
allowed to worship. Fuck they were rank. And soaked with soured sweat. My
dick throbbed in my jeans. Trevor was an amazing man to allow me such
access to his amazing feet.

I took a deep breath. The smell was so rich, strong, soured from continual
wear. I couldn't hold off any longer and ran my tongue along the seam
created where he had them pressed together on my face. Salt, and earth, and
teenage god filled everyone of my tastebuds. Fuck his feet were amazing. I
reached up and grabbed one of his feet and set it in my lap so that I could
massage it while I worshipped the other. While applying pressure to the
sole of his foot with my thumbs I started lick his other foot. If his socks
hadn't already been soaked they would have been by the time I was
finished. I was determined to suck every particle of teen boy foot sweat
and foot funk and whatever else his precious feet had accumulated out of
his socks. They would be back to white by the time I finished. I can't even
properly describe the amazing taste his feet provided me. Salt would be my
first effort but that isn't enough. It was more it was salt and whatever
the essence of an active teen boy is. All I knew was that it tasted
amazing.

I worshiped the first sock cover foot for at least a good fifteen minutes
before switching and giving the second the same treatment. After I had
sucked all of the deliciousness out of that I could I looked up at
Trevor. He had been studiously ignoring me since I started worshiping his
feet.

"Sir?" I muttered his foot still pressed face.

"What?" He asked his eyes not leaving the game.

"May I take your socks off Sir?"

He glanced down at me and smirked, "Use your teeth," and turned back to the
game.

"Thank you Sir," I replied and peeled the first sock off using my teeth. He
immediately pushed the sockless foot back to my face while I continued to
massage the sock clad foot in my lap.

The taste changed, its was more mellow. Not as soured as his soiled socks
had been. But more delicious if anything. His heel had a callous built up
on it which I was drawn to. I licked it repeatedly before lightly running
my teeth down it. Before diligently licking my way up the sole of his foot
to his toes. Here the taste got stronger again and bits of sock lint and a
great amount of toe jam built up. My God was such a dirty boy. I licked and
sucked lovingly. Licking away all of the teenage foot funk. Cleaning under
his toe nails with my teeth. I wished I could keep the taste of his amazing
feet forever on my tongue. Finishing off with sucking each toe
individually. Giving each of the precious little beauties the love and
attention they deserved.

I repeated my worship with his other foot while giving his now squeaky
clean foot a well earned massage. By the time I was finishing up the
baseball game had wrapped up and Trevor watched me. Not with his usual
smirk but with the same vacant look he had when he had first entered the
house. I finished up the second foot and contented myself just licking its
sole as he watched.

He jerked his feet away from me and set them to either side of me.

"How long did you worship my feet?"

How long had I been worshiping his feet? Damnit I didn't have a clock in
the living room relying on the tv. It couldn't have been that long we had
gotten back to the house around three thirty and it was still bright
outside. Not that that meant much being the middle of summer.

"Forty-five minutes? An hour? I don't know Sir." I mumbled.

He picked up his phone that had been sitting beside him. He had checked it
periodically and sent a few messages while I had been worshiping his feet.

"I timed you. I wanted to see how long you would worship my feet. I know
how rank they were. They almost made me gag when I took off my shoes. You
spent two hours and seven minutes on my feet. A little bit over an hour on
each."

"Really?" I gasped out. How had it been that long? It didn't feel like
it. Time really does fly when you are having fun. And I was definitely
having fun enjoying the gift Trevor had given me.

"Really faggot. There my be hope for you yet. We'll find out," he stood up
and looked around. "Where's your bathroom I need to piss?"

I pointed at the hall, "first door on the left Sir."

"Call Gino's and order some pizzas while I take my leak. Two extra
larges. One spicy Mexican with extra jalapeño and one meat lovers
with extra cheese," he said as he started walking off, "and whatever you
want."

Two extra large pizzas for himself? I know teenage boys like to eat but
that seemed excessive. Oh well. After the treat he had given me who was I
to deny him anything. I stayed in my kneeling position in front of the
couch and put in the order. I ordered a small pepperoni for myself as I
wasn't about to ask Trevor for any of his food after he had told me to
order whatever I wanted. Now that I had stopped my worship of his feet I
started to realize just how stiff I was from kneeling for so long. Both of
my feet were asleep and my legs were very stiff and sore. I started to
shift to try and get up but had to stop. The pain must have shown on my
face because Trevor noticed. I hadn't noticed him but he was standing in
the hallway watching me.

"Sorry," he said, "should have made you stop. It couldn't have been
pleasant in that position for so long. Here let me help you up," he said as
he approached me.

"Don't apologize Sir. I loved it. It's probably the most amazing experience
I have ever had," he just smirked as he grabbed my arm and helped me, very
slowly, on to my feet. Blood started racing back to places it had been cut
off from and it felt like needles stabbing me all over my legs and feet.

"Seat down and give it a few minutes," he helped me sir down on the
couch. "Drink some of your water," and passed me my unopened bottle. Trevor
had constantly amazed me from the first meeting. He could he harsh and
cold, demanding and forceful, but then he could be so terribly sweet and
gentle. He truly was amazing.

He set down next to me and a fresh wave of teenage funk swept over me. I
think I must be going nose blind to him and that made me terribly sad. I
would never be able to get enough of his funk.

Glancing down and my crotch Trevor started laughing.

"Fuck faggot did you piss your pants?"

I look down and it did indeed look like I had pissed my pants. I had been
hard and leaking the entire time I worshiped his feet and the wet spot was
massive on the front of my jeans. I looked at Trevor with what must have
been a dumbfounded face because he laughed harder.

"Go change your pants. I'll be in the kitchen I'm tired of tv so I'll
rummage around in there. Maybe get a snack before the pizza gets here."

He stood and walked off. I saw him stop in the dinning room and look
around. I quickly went to my room and changed into a fresh pair of
jean. Choosing some that weren't as tight but still showed off my ass. I
hoped Trevor liked them.

In the kitchen I found Trevor rummaging around going through cabinets and
drawers. The afternoon light shinning through the windows casting a halo
around him. He was a God. He was my God. And I was lucky enough to belong
to such a creature.

End Part Three.

Part Four coming soon. Trevor's faggot will finally worship a part of his
god like body many of you have requested. I was planning that for this part
but a teen boy taking a dump sidetracked me.

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