Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2020 01:17:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: ambrosechillingworth@yahoo.com
Subject: The New Dishwasher Part 5

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The New Dishwasher Part 5

By AEC

He took a wallet--my wallet, I had forgotten he had it--out of his
pocket. Opening it he took all of the cash out of it and handed the empty
wallet to me. I had credit and bank cards so it wasn't important and this
teen boy--no this man--was my owner, if he wanted my cash he could have
it. I would give anything to make him happy, to give him what he needed.

He opened the door and threw a leg out, "I'll be at over at noon," he got
out and slammed the door. I watched, his perfect ass, his perfect body,
move swiftly to the front door and go inside without a backwards glance.

Trevor, my master, my God, was an incredible being. There was so much to
him that I didn't know and didn't understand. But I belonged to him, I was
his, and I would never do anything again that would mess that up for him.

***

I woke up early the next morning after barely sleeping the night before. I
didn't know what would happen today or how long Trevor would be over for
but I wanted all of my weekend housekeeping and errands taken care of
before he showed up.

My nuts were still slightly sore from the previous days punishment but my
dick had stayed chubby all night and all morning. I had restrained myself
and not jerked off. But I was worried that Trevor would find out about the
incident in the theater bathroom. It was one of his friends that I had
masturbated in front of with my head stuffed in a toilet full of foul
teenage shit. What if the kid told Trevor about the pathetic faggot that he
had humiliated in the theater bathroom? Trevor was smart it wouldn't take
him but a second to figure out it had been me. And he would be pissed when
he found out I had broken his no cumming rule minutes after he had set it.

With a loud sigh to myself I plopped down on the couch. What was I to do? I
checked the time on my phone and it was a quarter to noon. Trevor would be
here soon. I just sat and stared at the turned off TV and waited. About
twenty minutes later a knock came at the door before it was pushed open.

Trevor strolled in look amazing. He had on lose jeans and a white
t-shirt. He smirked at me.

"Been waiting long faggot?" He said as he sat down next to me. "On the
floor. You don't sit on the furniture in my presence."

I slid off the couch and sat next to his feet. Gone was the stinky teen boy
that had been there the day before. Today he smelled clean. Of soap and
deodorant. The over powering smell of Axe that teen boys liked so well.

"No Sir. Sorry Sir."

He laughed and ruffled my hair.

"Well faggot how did the night go? You didn't jerk your worthless little
fag clit did you?"

There was a evil glint in his eyes the smirk growing crueler. Did he know?

"No Sir. I didn't masturbate last night Sir," I said looking down at my
lap. "But..." I trailed off not knowing how to tell him of my disobedience.

"But what faggot?" He asked sharply. Grabbing my hair he forced me to look
into his face. Mouth set in its firm line of disapproval.

"At the theater yesterday... after you left... I..."

"What?"

"One of the guys you were with came in to use the bathroom and I jerked off
in front of him after he correctly accused me of being a pathetic faggot
Sir. I'm so sorry Sir!" Tears started welling up in my eyes and I felt a
few escape. Whatever punishment he dolled out I would gladly accept. I had
been such a disobedient faggot. I was a disappointment and worthless. Such
an amazing man as Trevor deserved better than me.

He slapped me hard and stinging but not nearly as much as I expected.

"Now tell me the rest faggot."

"What Sir?" I asked confusedly. I had told him the truth what more did he
expect?

"Tell me the rest. Tell me how you shot your pathetic fag load with your
head shoved in a toilet full of boy shit. How you got off on something so
disgusting and nasty that a normal guy would have puked. You pulled out
your disgusting fag clit and masturbated in front of a thirteen year old
boy because you are a completely disgusting and nasty faggot that has no
control. That about right faggot?"

His smirk was back in place. I should have no better than to do something
so foolish and with a guy I knew he was friends with. For fucks sake I had
seen them together. How could I expect something like that to be kept from
him?

"That's right Sir. He came in and dropped his pants and I couldn't control
myself after I saw his amazing ass and cock Sir. My dick was controlling me
and once I smelled his shit Sir I was a goner. I'm so sorry Sir. Please
forgive me. I know I'm worthless and pathetic and you deserve so much
better but please give me another chance Sir," I beg tears running down my
face.

"I knew you would fail that part of the test. I knew it as soon as I walked
out of the bathroom and sent Travis in to do his thing. I was surprised
that you got so into his shit. Do you like shit play faggot? You wish he
had let you eat his waste faggot?"

What? Trevor had organized that? He had known all long?

"No Sir. I did like the smell Sir. I especially like being made to
masturbate in front of him smelling his shit. But I did not want to eat it
Sir. Only enjoy how dirty it was."

That evil cruel spark came back into his eyes.

"Like I said I knew you would fail that part of the test. What I really
wanted to know was if you would tell me the truth when I asked you about
it. Good faggot. You can't keep secrets from me. I own you now. Everything
thing you do. Everything you think. It all belongs to me. If you try to
keep something from me I will find out and I won't be good for
you. Understand that fag?"

I had fucked up but it seems I had done well on the important part. I let
out a sigh of relief.

"Yes Sir."

"You still have to be punished though."

I shuddered. I didn't know if my poor nuts good take anymore hits like
yesterday. In time yes. But as it was there was quite a bit swelling and
some pretty wicked bruising.

"Yes Sir. I know Sir. I disobeyed you and deserve punishment Sir," I said
eyes casted down again.

He pulled out his phone, "Come inside." Was all he said into it. The front
door opened and in walked the boy from the theater bathroom before.

"You've not been properly introduced. Travis is my little brother. Travis
this is my faggot," brother? Of course. No wonder the smirk--present even
now as he looked down at me--had been so similar to me. They were brothers
and now that I knew that I could see the similarities. Same dark hair
similar facial and body structure. If Travis had been older and had lost
the roundness of boyhood they would look strikingly similar. How had I not
recognized that yesterday?

"Fuck you are one sick faggot," was all Travis said to me. "Hey bro. How'd
he do?" He asked as he fell into the recliner and sprawled out. That's when
I noticed he was wearing the same outfit he had yesterday. And he obviously
hadn't cleaned up like Trevor had as soured teen boy funk was quickly
taking over the room. Even Trevor scrunched up his nose at the funk.

"Damn bro you fucking reek. I must have gone nose blind to you. I don't
know how I managed to walk over here with you," he laughed.

"The faggot won't complain. I don't smell nearly as bad as that massive
shit I took yesterday. And he didn't have any complaints about that. He
probably wants to crawl over here and start licking me," he looked at me
and started laughing. "Wipe up your drool faggot," he said pointing at my
mouth.

What? Asking myself that seemed to be a common theme today. Belatedly I
realized I had been drooling staring at him, smelling him. I hastily wiped
my mouth and closed it tight causing both of them to break out
laughing. Great big belly laughs.

"Well," Trevor finally said after they had calmed down, "we will be going
with punishment 2b," the smirk was devilish now. I don't know how to
describe it really a combination of excitement and cruelty that was truly
terrifying.

"Fuck yeah," Travis said launching himself out of the couch and thrusting
his fist into the air. "This is going to be so bad ass," he turned his
smiling face to me. He really did have a smile. No smirk nothing. A big ole
smile going from ear to ear. "We are going to have so much fun faggot. Me
and Trev were up half the night talking about options and plans. I'm glad
you are a semi honest fag because this plan was my idea. Trev didn't like
it as well but whatever you told him must have changed his mind cause I
didn't think I'd get to have this."

He was bouncing up and down like a kid in a candy store. Hell he was a kid
if he found himself in a candy store he would, no doubt, be acting exactly
like he was just now.

What did they have planned? It couldn't be good.

"Can we start Trev?" Travis pleaded turning to his brother.

"Yeah. Get up faggot and follow us to the kitchen."

"Yes yes yes!" Travis shouted as Trevor stood and walked to the
kitchen. Travis bounced around after him. Like an over excited puppy
trailing after his master. I followed much more sedately. Whatever they had
planned couldn't be good. In the kitchen they both stopped at the table and
turned to look at me. One smirking evil and the other grinning like a
lunatic. This was going to be so bad.

"You voluntarily told me the truth about your disobedience yesterday so the
punishment, though sever, it won't be the physical punishment that would
have come if you had lied."

"Hungry faggot?" Travis said and started laughing again.

"Get out a plate setting. Dinner plate. Fork, knife, spoon," Trevor was
giggling like a little kid now. What was this about? I did as he said and
set a place at the table.

"This was all Travis' idea. I told him it wouldn't work that you'd enjoy
it. But after what you told me I'm glad be made a back up plan that went
like this."

After what I told him? What?

"Get the faggot his lunch bro," Trevor said slapping Travis on the
back. What?

Travis dropped his shorts and snatched up the dinner plate. No. I couldn't
even be aroused by the sight of his cock flopping around because it started
to come together for me. No kept running through my mind even as he set the
plate on the floor and started to squat over it.

"That pizza was great last night faggot. I've been holding it in for you
all morning," Travis said as he blasted out a fart and started
grunting. Within seconds the tip of a massive turd touched the plate. I
watched as it curled up on the plate. His sexy, lightly furred, cock and
balls dangling in front of the massive pile of shit that he kept pushing
out. The curl finally broke off and he grunted again pushing out a shorter
and softer turd to lay on top of the massive log that had curled up so
nicely.

"Get me a glass," he said looking up at me, " should have thought of that."
Dumbly I reached into a cabinet and handed him a drinking glass. "Thanks
faggot. I was able to hold it in to start but now I have to piss if I want
to finish off."

Finish off? How was he not finished? This dump made the one he took
yesterday seem small. Though it was rank it wasn't as bad as yesterday's
thankfully. Trevor was holding his nose however.

Travis placed the glass under the tip of his dick and let out a sigh as
dark yellow urine exploded out of his cock quickly filling the glass. He
grunted again and with a sickening wet squelching sound blasted out a
sludgy near liquid mass of shit that coated the already massive pile.

"All done," he said standing and shaking his dick, pulling on the foreskin
to get off the last drop. He passed me the near full glass of piss and
pulled up his shorts.

"Not going to wipe?" Trevor asked face scrunched up in disgust.

"Nah," he snickered as he bent to pick up the plate piled high with his
shit. He sat it at the table. "Go ahead and sit down faggot," he pointed to
the chair in front of his massive dump.

No. No they couldn't. They wouldn't.

"He said sit faggot," Trevor slapped me on the back of the head none to
gently. No. Was all that was going through my head. All that I was capable
of thinking. Numbly I sat down staring at the plate full of teen boy waste
still holding a glass full of stinking teen boy piss. I sat the glass next
to the plate. What now? Surely they wouldn't make me eat it. Would they?

"Go ahead faggot. My brother made that special for you."

They both burst out laughing again. Slowly I picked up the spoon. It seemed
the best option. I turned to look at Trevor fear and dread filling me.

"Sir?" I asked weakly. Barely above and whisper my voice trembling.

"There is nothing to ask me faggot. You disobeyed me. Jerked that useless
little dick of yours and came without permission. It seems only fitting
that part of your punishment should be eating Travis's shit seeing as you
enjoyed it so much that it made you disobey me in the first place. You will
eat every bit of it faggot. Then you will lick the plate clean. If you
vomit you will have to eat it twice."

The two brothers stood shoulder to shoulder arms crossed and smirked down
at me.

"Go on. Do it," Travis said barely above a whisper himself. I turned back
to my lunch. Determined to get this over with as quickly as possible. I
scooped up a spoonful and started gagging before it even got close to my
mouth. I opened my mouth and stuffed the spoonful of teen boy shit into my
mouth. I gagged again. Almost throwing up. It was awful. Just awful. It
tasted like... like I don't even know... it was heavy and thick earthy and
sour and... and I don't know maybe the taste of rot. I can't describe
it. My stomach was revolting and I chocked back the vomit as if tried to
come up.

I looked towards Trevor after I gagged down that first bite.

"Continue faggot."

I don't know how but I continued. Slowly, deliberately, I chocked down bite
after bite of teenage boy waste. My stomach was rumbling and I felt
terribly sick. Finally I scrapped up the last bite.

"Now lick your plate clean," Travis sounded beyond disgusted.

I did as he said. If it meant I got to keep serving Trevor I would do
anything.

After I grabbed the glass of piss. They hadn't told me to drink it but I
knew they would. And as much as I had disliked the shit I like piss. I had
had a boyfriend that was into water sports and had taught me to drink years
ago. I took a big swig of the now luke warm piss and sloshed it around in
my mouth. It was strong almost like a morning piss. Salty and slightly
ammoniay but it was a relief. I still felt like I would throw up but
Travis's piss was helping. It was washing the shit that had stuck in my
teeth and on my tongue down.

"Fucking lowlife, disgusting, faggot," Travis said as I finished off his
glass of piss.

"How do you feel faggot?"

"Like I'm going to throw up Sir," I said turning to Trevor.

"Lay down and give it a minute," he pointed at the floor and pulled out his
phone. "Travis and I have something things to discuss," I watched his
glorious ass and they walked out of the kitchen. I did as instructed and
laid down. Closed my eyes. And waited. Hoping that the queasiness would
pass. I burped and the smell of shit almost did me in. I don't know how
long I laid there but I did start to feel better.

My eyes were still closed when I heard them come back in.

"How you doing faggot?" Travis snickered.

"Better Sir," I opened my eyes and saw them. They were both so
beautiful. And creative. And cruel. I would never disobey Trevor
again. Eating a revolting pile of shit was something I never wanted to
repeat.

"Well I have to head out," Trevor announced. "Travis is in charge while I'm
gone. You'd better be a good little faggot for him," he turned to his
brother. "And you had better have him in position when I get back."

"I will. We are going to have a lot of fun but I'll have him ready for the
second part of his punishment."

More? That wasn't all of it? What could be more horrible than what they had
just made me do? I didn't want to think about it. They would do what they
pleased as was their right.

"Have fun bro," Trevor said giving his brother a high five as he walked
out. We heard the door close followed by my car starting and pulling out.

"Get up faggot," Travis said looking at his phone. "We only have two hours
before he's back."

I groaned as I stood up.

"This is going to be so fun. You'll like this faggot. Show me to the spare
bedroom. You do have a spare bed don't you?"

"Yes Sir."

He smirked, "I like that fag. You like it? You like calling a thirteen year
old 'Sir?'"

"Yes Sir. I do Sir," and my dick perked right up.

"Lead the way gay boy," he said and slapped my ass. I lead the way out of
the kitchen and down the back hallway to the bedrooms. The spare room was
directly across from my master bedroom. It hadn't been used in awhile up
was clean and didn't smell musty. That is until Travis walked into it. You
could almost see the cloud of teen boy funk that clung to him.

He launched himself at the bed and kicked off his shoes knocking them to
the floor. He sprawled out. Back against the headboard and feet spread
apart. His dick already renting his shorts.

"We are in for some fun. You have any string or shoelaces or something like
that?"

"I have some cooking twine in the kitchen Sir."

"Well what are you waiting for faggot. Go get it."

I retreated to the kitchen and found the twine and grabbed a pair of
scissors. Travis was in the same position looking at his phone.

"Strip," he said looking up. I sat the twine and scissors down on the foot
of the bed and did as he asked. Once I was nude I stood self consciously,
my cock already standing out at its full length. The bruising from the
previous day on full display. My nuts were swollen, not that bad but
definitely noticeable. And the blue and black spreading out from them
working the way up part of my shaft and out to my thighs. Trevor had done
some serious damage. Not that I blamed him. I had deserved his anger.

Travis scooted down and sat in front of me.

"Wow Trev said he went hard on you. I didn't think it would be this bad,"
he grabbed my swollen balls and squeezed. I trembled and gasped in pain. He
immediately let go and snickered. "Trev has a temper. He works really hard
to control it but you really pissed him off yesterday. He already knew
about you jerking in the theater and it must have been eating him up so
when you had your little misstep he just snapped," he looked me in the
eyes. "Don't do it again. He'll rip your little fag balls right off."

He snatched up the twine and started unrolling it.

"I haven't done this before but until we get you a cock cage it will have
to work," he looked up at me hopefully. "You don't have one do you?"

As a matter of fact I did. The same boyfriend that had taught me to drink
piss had been into orgasm denial. Not to the extent Trevor was he just
thought I was fun to make me wear a cage everyone in a while as he fucked
me. I hadn't worn it in years as I had never been a fan of it.

"I do Sir."

"Really? Well go get it faggot!" He dropped the twine and scooted back up
to the head board. In the master bedroom I pulled open the drawer on the
nightstand that had my toys and other sex related
things. Condoms. Lube. Butt plugs and dildos of various size. The cheap
black resin cage and lock was at the back of the drawer. I pulled it out
and was pleased to see the two keys were still in the tiny little pad lock.

I held it in my hand and though about what I was doing. I had already
crossed the line by being involved with either of these boys. And now I was
willingly letting them lock up my dick. I shook my head. Nothing to do but
go along. I wouldn't be able to stop myself anyways. I walked back to the
spare room and Travis.

"Here Sir," and held out the cage. The only problem was that I was rock
hard and didn't know how to correct that so that we could put on the cage.

"We need you soft. Go and get a bowl full of ice water faggot," he said
snatching the cage out of my hand and examining it. Sighing I went and did
as instructed. This wasn't going to be fun.

"It will probably do you poor pitiful little fag balls good anyways. Soak
that disgusting thing in the water," I did. My erection wilted
immediately. The ice cold water, ice cubes floating on the surface, took my
breath away and I couldn't breath. "Take it out," he said after about a
minute once I cock had fully retreated. He grabbed my frozen, shrunken,
junk and slipped the base ring over my balls pulling them tight. Next he
slipped on the black, solid, cock tube and fiddled it around until my cock
was in place fitting the three prongs into their holes. I watched, in
despair if my situation, while being disgustingly aroused--I could feel my
cock already hardening in its tube--as this teenage boy locked my cock, my
manhood, away. The click of the lock sounded loud in my ears. It was
finished. I would not be having a proper orgasm again as long as I served
Trevor and his brother.

He reached around me and slapped my ass.

"Trevor said you were a good faggot."

He got back on the bed and spread out. His hands behind his head.

"That was awesome. I just got to lock up a grown man's dick. Well I got to
lock up the little dicky of a faggot. But still I'm thirteen and your like
forty or something," he smirked at me. "I was going to play with you a bit
before I fucked you but that got me boned," he said gesturing to the
prominent tent in his shorts. "Get up here," he scooted to the side of the
bed, "on your back." I did as he said and laid down next to him. He crawled
between my legs. I laid there, fully nude, my cock straining in its cage,
and looked into the eyes of this very young man. I dropped my eyes to his
hardon. He was fully hard no doubt but not that big. Soft it was about two
inches and now that it was hard--not that I could see it properly through
his shorts--I would guess it to be about five inches.

Travis jerked his tank top off. I couldn't help but stare at his pits. They
were mostly smooth with only a few wispy black hairs. I wanted to eat his
pits out so bad. They were so rank. Everything about this boy was rank. He
pushed down his shorts before pushing off his knees to stand between my
legs. They dropped to the bed exposing his hard uncut five inches. He had a
thing patch of dark pubes and boy fuzz on his balls. His calves were pretty
hairy but not a trace of hair on his thighs. He was just on the cusp of
manhood--not that he wasn't a man, he at his young age, was already more
man than I would ever be--turning from boy to the virile man he would grow
into.

He stared down at me smirking. His dick twitched and the foreskin pulled
back revealing the tip of his cockhead. A pearl of precum shone on it. And
a new fishy smell hit me. Looking more intently I could see the film of
smegma on the part of his cockhead that was exposed. His cock was filthy
and I wanted to taste it so bad. I wanted to lick away the filth grime that
a teenage dick grows under its hood.

Travis kicked his shorts and boxers off and onto the floor. He stepped
forward until he was standing over my chest. His cock and balls right above
my face. His crotch stench was amazing and I was getting a good look at the
smegma buildup. I licked my lips and he laughed.

"Yeah, yeah faggot. You get to suck it. But not for long. You can clean it
up a bit and get it good and wet. But I'm going to be busting my load in
your cunt not your face pussy," he peeled back his foreskin. There was no
color showing through the film of cheese. It was smooth and damp. Not dried
out or cracked at all. Oh to be a constantly horny teenager. He must leak
all the time to keep that crop of cheese so moist and well tended. It
smelled like an expensive cheese. He could market and sell that shit and
never have to think about money again.

My cock hurt, locked, bouncing in its cage as he lowered his crotch to face
level. When his cock was directly in front of my my mouth he pulled his
foreskin back fully. A fresh stronger wave of fishy, tangy, cock stink hit
me causing my eyes to roll back and my already painfully caged cock ache
even more. I felt his moist sticky head touch my lips. I went cross eyes
and stared at his perfect five incher. I pursed my lips and kiss it.

"That's right faggot," he laughed, "kiss my cock."

He started dragging it left and right. Tracing my lips with that cheesy
teenage god cock. He pressed forward and I instinctively parted my lips for
him. Opening my face pussy for him. He was honoring me by letting me be
this intimate with his manhood. How many others had had this chance to be
this close to him? As sexy and cocky as he was probably quite a few. Who
could refuse this young stud? Not me that was for sure.

The explosion of taste on my tongue as his throbbing cheese covered head
glided across it was magnificent. It was salty, fishy, tangily sour and I
felt a squirt of precum ooze out of my cockhead into my cage. I started
licking the underside of his head. Prizing off his teen smegma and letting
it coat my tongue. I couldn't help but moan.

"Like that faggot?"

I moaned an affirmative and started sucking earnestly on his cock head. His
cheese filling my mouth and running down my throat.

He started thrusting gently. Breaching my throat. Not by much he wasn't
that big. But he was starting to bottom out thrusting my nose into that
sparse patch of wiry boy pubes. Finally he gave me a vicious thrust and
when he my throat grabbed hold of my head and started grinding. My face
planted firmly against his crotch. He was being rough and I started to
gag. I couldn't help it. But that's what he wanted. He pulled off, and out
of my mouth, a thick stringing of spit and mucus trailing from my mouth to
his cockhead.

He stood up and stepped back. I couldn't help but admire him. He was so
beautiful. Thin with the start of muscles. All wiry and smooth his hard
cock jutting out in front of him.

"God you're amazing Sir."

He just smirked as he dropped to his knees between my legs. Grabbing under
my knees he lifted them and laid them on his shoulders before leaning
forward and snatching up a pillow. He raised up taking me with him and
placed the pillow under my ass before sitting down on his knees in a
kneeling position. My ass was now at the perfect level for his crotch. He
leaned forward and started rubbing on my hole. He spit out a loogie and
dripped it onto his head and my hole. Holding his cock at the base he
smeared it around and then rammed it home. He wasn't all that big so even
with no prep it didn't hurt so much as take me by surprise. He stayed
settled him my ass for a moment his full balls nestled against my ass.

Then he started fucking me. Hard and rough like his brother had the day
before. He slipped out several times but the popping in and out only made
it better. At the angle he was probing me he was repeatedly hitting on my
prostate. A steady moan was coming from me. I had closed my eyes and was
enjoying the rough fuck this teen boy stud was giving me. He was gripping
the back of my thighs and gave them a particularly hard squeeze and I
opened my eyes to find his staring back into mine. The bright green eyes
piercing into me. God he was fucking beautiful. Sweat dripping down his
face. Dripping off is body showering me.

"Yeah faggot. Look at you. Your little cock locked up as a thirteen year
old stud cunts you. You're so fucking pathetic," he laughed. He started
fucking harder and faster. Pummeling my ass in the way only a horny teen
boy could. "You're our faggot bitch. Our slut. Our cumdump faggot," he word
combined with the fast thrust sent me over the edge and I came in my
cage. It was more painful than anything. The hot slimming fag juice filling
the inside of my cage and oozing out. "Trev's gonna be pissed about that
faggot. Even locked up you can't control yourself. How useless can an old
faggot like you be?" He asked and planted himself deep. I felt the heat of
his seed spewing inside of my ass. He shuddered and clenched his teeth. He
was even more beautiful during orgasm.

When he was finally spent he collapsed onto me. His head laying in the
crook of my neck. His cock still planted in me.

"Trev said you had a nice ass. Not as tight as my girlfriend but she's not
as used as you," he mumbled. His lips tickling my skin as he spoke. "I'm
sure as big a cock slut as she is she'll be more stretched out than you
before long. God knows she can't keep off my dick."

It was so intimate, and humiliating. Laid under him. Coated in his
sweat. His weight and heat sinking into me. Spent cock softening in my
ass. While he talked about his girlfriend. Reminding me that I was just a
hole. Something amusing and easy to use.

He propped himself up staring directly into my face. "Faggot," said and
spit in my face. He rolled off of me, pulling his dick out of my hole, and
laid down beside me. "Clean my cock fag," he stretched out with his hands
behind his back.

I sat up and crawled between his legs. Taking his mostly soft cock into my
mouth. I sucked up all the spent cum, and ass juices. There wasn't much and
it tasted amazing.

He propped his knees up and spread them wider. His ass stench took over any
other smell. Teen boy ass sweat, and shit, and whatever else might have
accumulated between his cheeks.

"Eat my ass faggot. It's ripe. I haven't showered in three days."

I had already eaten his shit this would be a treat. I dove in burying my
face as deep as I could. It was wet with sweat and the predominate taste
was shit. Smothering out the other tastes of sweat and funk. I had watched
him take two dumps and had only seen him give one cursory wipe. I wondered
if he was this dirty when he banged his girl. Or if he cleaned up for
her. Did she get to eat this studs ass? Did she even think about how
amazing it was to get to kiss his ass? Lick between those cheeks and taste
his most sacred place? Probably not.

I moaned, my face wedge in his dirty ass. Lapping up his filth. Overwhelmed
in his stench. These boys kept me overwhelmed. I was completely out of my
depth and in over my head with them.

My tongue probed at his wet sticky hole. I felt it, a small push out, and
he let loose a paint peeling fart directly into my mouth. What escaped
stung my eyes and made me dizzy from boy gas.

He laughed, "Damn that felt good fag. I'm feeling sleepy fag," he said as
he dropped his legs. I sat up and he rolled into his stomach kicking me in
the head in the process. "Get me my phone faggot," I did as
ordered. Digging it out of his shorts and got back on the bed passing it to
him. "I'm taking a nap. I'm setting my alarm to make sure I'm awake and
have you ready for the second part of your punishment when Trev gets
back. You will eat my ass while I sleep. I want your face in my ass the
entire time. When I wake up it better be to the feel of your tongue
worshiping me."

I dove back in. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity. Before long he was
snoring. I continued to lap at, kiss, suck, nip at his ass. I worked on the
cheeks, on the crack, toyed with his hole. I was in fag heaven. Worshiping
the ass of a god. Every once in a while he would let out a fart. Boys were
gross. So amazingly gross.

His alarm sounded and I continued to work on his ass. Licking and probing
his hole with my tongue. I felt him stir. The alarm went off and he propped
up on his elbows.

"Enjoy yourself fag?"

I prized myself out of his ass trench.

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

He snorted, "On your knees by the bed," I hurried to cooperate and from my
place on the floor watched him roll off the bed. He stood in front of
me. His soft cock dangling, swaying slightly, and mesmerizing me. "Open,"
he instructed. He placed his cock in my mouth resting on my tongue. "You
seemed to enjoy my piss. So here you go," and with a sigh he stated
pissing. I wrapped my lips around him and started guzzling. Swallowing fast
and often to get all his delicious boy piss. It was stronger than what I
had drank earlier but if anything more delicious. He shuddered and let out
a small fart. What did he and his brother eat that made them so gassy? It
didn't matter I just hopped they kept it up, whatever it was.

Travis stepped back taking his dick with him. He shook off sprinkling my
face with drops of his piss. He smirked down at me and grabbed his clothes
off the floor. Pulling them on.

"Go and get a kitchen chair and meet me in the master bedroom," he walked
out the door. I stood and went to the kitchen to fetch the chair. Whatever
they had planned for me wouldn't be fun. In the master bedroom I found he
shuffling things around in the closet. I carried the chair in and set it at
the foot of the bed before going up to him. I was cleaning a space. Pushing
things out of the way and rearranging an open space.

Stepping back he gestured to the closet, "Put the chair in here." Once the
chair was in place he smiled at me, "Don't look so worried faggot. This
will be a breeze. Now sit down," as I sat noticed the collection of belts
he he slung over the back of the closet door. This couldn't be
good. "Believe it or not all you are going to have to do is sit here and be
a good boy. Trevor came up with his. He thought it would be good to teach
you your place," he pulled down one of the belts and dropped to his
knees. He quickly strapped my leg to the leg of the chair, "Hand me
another," he secured my second leg and stood back up. "Hands at your side,"
he wrapped a belt around me. Not securing me to the chair but binding my
arms to my sides. The last belt he twined between the hollows of the chair
back and my chest. When he was finished I was secure. Strapped to the
chair. Unable to move and definitely unable to escape.

Trevor was looking around for something when a spark lit his eyes. He
quickly dropped his shorts and boxers and kicked them off. He grabbed the
boxers and wadded them up.

"Open up faggot we need to gag you," he stuffed the filthy boxers into my
mouth. They were soured and grimy. "I've worn those for a week. Lucky for
you I don't like changing them."

He pulled on his shorts and stepped back. Looking me up and down.

"Like I said faggot. Just sit and be a good boy," with that he closed the
door. Not all the way. He left about a two inch crack. I sat in near
darkness and waited. I don't know how long. It could have been five minutes
or five hours.

After however long I heard voices. Far enough away I could make out but one
sounded like a girl. The voices were getting louder and clearer.

"This is a nice place," the girl said, "who's is it?"

I heard Trevor laugh, "Some stupid old faggot owns the place. He's gone for
the weekend and has me watching the place."

"Don't be mean Trev," the light in the bedroom flicked on, "just because
he's gay doesn't mean anything bad."

"Baby you don't know the old perv. He's constantly checking me out. He can
hardly keep his eyes off my crotch. I bet the nasty old pervert would give
anything to taste my dick," there was rustling around and I heard the
creaking of the bed springs. Followed by the wet smacking of lips.

"Then why did you agree to watch his house," the girl asked followed by a
thud as something hit the floor.

"Because I needed a place we could fuck baby," followed by more
smacking. "I don't want to talk about the disgusting old fuck anymore."

This was definitely a punishment. Trevor had brought this girl here with
the specific purpose of making me listen to them fuck. Of Trevor, a
straight teenage boy, fuck a girl, plow her pussy like normal boys dreamed
about doing. While I sat tied up in the closet. A dirty pair of boxers
gagging me. Teen boy cum leaking out of my ass. And my cock locked away.

There was more rustling. Grunting. Moaning. Sighing. What were they doing?
Well fucking of course but it was torture. I wanted to watch as much as I
didn't. I keep imagining what Trevor's must look like while in his element
being a teenage stud. Was he on top? Was she? Had he penetrated her let?

There was a loud feminine gasp, "Fuck! Trev!" Followed by Trevor's
masculine grunt.

"You love my big dick don't you baby?"

"Yes!"

Loud wet kissing. Flesh slapping on flesh.

"You have such a tight pussy baby. Not some sloppy well fucked hole
babe. Nice and tight and fresh. Ride me baby. Ride my big cock!" Trevor
shouted.

My cock throbbed painfully and wept in its cage. Did that bitch know how
lucky she was? Probably not the ungrateful bitch.

"Trevor!" She was shouting his name repeatedly. The sounds of the fucking
growing louder and faster.

Finally I heard a particularly loud slap of flesh and flesh and Trevor's
grunt.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he moaned out. The sounds stopped and after a few
moments Trevor gulped loudly.

"Your the best fuck I've ever had baby," Trevor said and the girl started
giggling.

"That was amazing Trevor. You have the biggest cock I've ever seen."

I heard the smacking of the kiss that followed.

There came more rustling and bed spring squeaking.

"Hurry up babe we have to get you home. You daddy doesn't like me anyways."

She snorted, "He's my step dad. And he's just jealous."

The light flicked off. It had gotten late because I sat in full darkness
now. Still straining in me cage. Trevor had just shown me how useless I was
to him. At least in that way. Maybe he liked using me. But he was a
straight boy. A girl fucker. And I was just a sad, pathetic faggot. Tied up
in the closet. Little fag clit locked away and weeping. I was just a toy to
him.

The bedroom door opened and the light came on. The closet door was thrown
open and Travis smirked down at me.

"Like the show faggot?" He asked laughing. "Trevor thought you would. Aw
look at that little dicky," he said pointing at my crotch. I was indeed
straining in my cage. "Bet you wish that was you my brother just plowed
don't you fag?" He turned his back on me and walked to the side of the bed
and bent to pick something up. He walked back, a stretched out and filled
condom dangling from his fingers. "Looky here faggot. My bro left something
for you."

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 are 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.

End Part Five.

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