Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2020 00:28:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: ambrosechillingworth@yahoo.com
Subject: The New Dishwasher Part 6

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The New Dishwasher Part 6

By AEC

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 or 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.

***

I jerked against my bindings as I snapped awake. Hot ammonia rich liquid
stinging my eyes and disorienting me. I was sore and hurt all over as I
rapidly blinked trying to clear my eyes of sleep and what I realized was
stinking morning piss from one of the boys.

Trevor had come back at some point during the night I had seen the light
coming in around the door and heard sounds of someone undressing for
bed. He never checked on me, never came close to the closet as far as I
could tell. Then the lights went out and within minutes I could hear my
teen master's snores.

The hot stinking stream of teen piss moved from my face down my chest and
settling on my caged cock. I blinked the last of the foul morning boy piss
out of my eyes and looked up. I froze at the glorious sight before
me. Trevor stood haloed by the soft morning light. His dark hair a mess. A
crease running down the side of his face where it had been pressed to a
pillow. Even with the corners of his eyes caked with sleep gook they were
mesmerizing. My eyes traveled lower to his bare chest. A smattering of hair
spread between his nipples. Leaving a bare space at the top of his stomach
before picking up again below the belly button. His treasure trail leading
to a dense wiry forest of wild, unruly, untrimmed teen boy bush. He held
his soft uncut cock in one of his large hands as he directed the flow of
his piss, soaking my suddenly straining cock in it's cage. Trevor was truly
blessed. I knew his cock was large, though I hadn't seen it before, I had
felt it ramming up my ass. Soft, held in his hand, pissing through his
foreskin, his cock was at least six inches the same as mine when fully
hard.

Trev lifted a leg slightly, as his stream started to slow, and let out a
loud rumbling fart. He shook off his cock, drops hitting me, for some
reason this was the moment that I became concerned about my carpet. I
inwardly laughed at that. There was literally a pool of piss forming in the
rug under my chair but I was concerned about a few drops from him shaking
his dick dry. I really am a ridiculous faggot.

"Morning faggot," he smirked down at me and took a step closer. A wave of
teen boy crotch funk washed over me. A smell of an active boys hot sweaty
balls combined with sex sweat--I could just make out the smell of pussy
slop in his own teen funk--and the smell of crotch sleep sweat. He should
bottle his scent, faggots like me would pay outrages amounts to smell like
his cock and balls. His large dangling cock swayed hypnotically before me
as he reached forward and pulled the used condom off my head.

"Sherri is a good fuck faggot," he said dangling the rubber in my
face. "Wish I could have got in there bare but I'm not stupid. No little
Trevor or little Sherri for me. Not something a little faggot like you has
to worry about. No, procreation is something real men have to take
precautions for. Men like me. Men like Travis. Not stinky, sticky little
cumdumps like you fag."

I stared wide eyed, chewing slightly on the still filthy boxers in my
mouth, as Trevor untied the lose knot in the condom. Once open he upended
it over my caged cock pouring his cold cum all over my cage and balls.

"Closest a faggot will ever come to having the potency of a real man's
cum," he dropped the condom on my thigh and started rubbing his cum into my
crotch. "Does it make you feel more like a man faggot? Having my potent,
virile, cum coating your little caged clitty and balls?" I moaned and he
grabbed and squeezed my balls, hard. "Useless things, your balls. We might
have to look into removing them. Travis told my how not even the cage can
keep you from shooting off a fag load."

Trevor stepped around me and made quick work of unbinding me. My body was
half asleep and the rest was torturously sore.

"You have ten minutes to get yourself sorted out. No shower or anything
like that faggot. Just get your blood circulating again and put on Trav's
boxers," he turned and walked over to the bed grabbing his own boxers off
the floor. Pulling them on he said, "Ten minutes faggot. In the kitchen."
He walked out leaving me alone.

I started slowly moving my limbs to get the blood flow going. Shit this
hurt. Finally I reached up and pulled the boxers out of my mouth. This was
my first time to get to examine them properly. The way Travis had rolled
them up to stuff them in my mouth had kept most of them dry. The only fag
drool soaked part was the upper portion and the waist band. They were a
good reminder of what a fucked up situation I had gotten myself
into. Though adult sized they were very obviously a young boys
underwear. They had at one time been white--though mostly stained yellow
and grey now with large brown skids in the seat--with Scooby Doo, Shaggy,
and the Mystery Machine printed all over them. I held them up to my face
breathing in the teen boy funk from them my useless fag clit bouncing in
it's sticky cum covered cage.

I stood and pulled the filthy, wet, stinky things on. They were a little
tight but Travis and I were pretty close in waist size. My cock strained
even more as I made my way down the hall to the kitchen as my skin rubbed
against the material that had spent so many hours pressed against a young
Gods cock, balls, and ass.

Trevor sat at the kitchen table playing on his phone. He looked so
amazingly sexy sprawled out in nothing but his boxers. The sunlight caught
in the moist hairs of his pits and made my mouth water.

"Put your tongue back in your mouth faggot and fix Travis and me some
breakfast," he never looked up from his phone. It amazed me how aware he
was at all times.

I made them a breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and
toast. Travis never made an appearance as I worked and I assumed he was
still in bed. I dished up two plates and placed one in front of Trevor with
a glass of orange juice.

He grabbed the fork and cut a piece of sausage, "Go and wake Travis up. A
blow if he's on his back or an ass eating if he's on his stomach. I want
the little guy to wake up with a smile."

I couldn't help but smile myself as I made my way to the spare
bedroom. Getting to suck that delectable fishy cock or eat that funky boy
ass was a treat for a faggot like me and my cock was straining in it's cage
again. It was starting to get quite painful. But knowing that the two young
brothers were the ones inflicting this on me only made me hornier.

Opening the door to the spare bedroom I was assaulted by a wave to teen boy
stink. It smelled like a locker room. Travis was the epitome of a smelly
teenager. I could almost taste his funk on my tongue as I breathed. He was
going to start getting kicked out of public places if he didn't shower
soon. As sad as that made me. I loved his stink. I loved how dirty he
was. Almost animalistic. He was going to grow up to be one hell of a man.

The blinds were closed and it was dark in the room but I could see him
stretched out on his back. Spread eagle with his bare chest exposed but the
sheet covering him to just above his waist. What really got my attention
was the bulge sticking straight up from his crotch. Travis was having a
dirty boy dream and it was displaying his morning wood for all to see. I
pulled up the bottom of the sheet and crawled under doing my best not to
disturb the sleeping boy. His funk was concentrated under the cover and
caused a spurt of precum to leak out of my cock cage. I made my way past
his lightly fuzzed legs and smooth thighs until his erect cock was right in
front of me. I grabbed it gently and stroked lightly as I started licking
his sweaty boy balls. After giving them a loving tongue bath I took his
five incher in my mouth running my tongue around under his foreskin sucking
up the light coating of cheese that had accumulated since it's cleaning
last night. Then I swallowed him down burying my nose in his sparse patch
of pubes. I was in faggot heaven.

Travis shifted a little and moaned. I felt his hand run his fingers through
my hair and tug gently.

"Ashely," he moaned, "baby," he thrust his hips gently. A slow grinding
movement. He was dreaming about some girl. Probably his girlfriend. I don't
know why it hurt quite that much but it did. It's not like he was gay and
going to fall in love with a thirty something old man but I would have
liked to be special to him. I sucked harder bobbing up and down on him
determined to give him a great blow job. I would never mean anything to him
but I would make damn sure he was happy with my services.

He grabbed my hair with both hands and thrust his hips upward with great
force slamming into my mouth and face. He repeated this three times then
held me in place as he shot his load in me. I felt each shot hit the back
of my throat and swallowed them down relishing the honor of receiving his
seed. Releasing my hair he slumped back relaxed on the bed.

"Faggot like it's breakfast?" He asked as he threw back the sheet and
smirked down at me. Sitting up he shoved me off the bed. Taken by surprise
I landed hard in a heap. I collected myself and sat up to find Travis
standing in front of me. "Follow me homo," I followed him out of the room
to the bathroom.

He opened the door to the shower stall, "Boxers off and get in. Sit on your
ass legs out in front of you." I did as the young alpha stud
instructed. The tile of the shower cold on my bare ass as I stared up at
the handsome young God.

"Finger your cunt faggot," he crossed his arms and leaned against the frame
of the shower. "Two fingers to start."

I sucked on my index and middle finger to get them wet and reached down
between my cheeks and pushed them into my hole. I pushed my ass forward a
bit to make sure that Travis could see my fingers piercing my hole.

"Now tell me what you are faggot."

"I'm a cock hungry faggot Sir."

"Who's cock are you hungry for fag?"

"Yours Sir. I'm a faggot hungry for your cock Sir."

He bust out laughing, "Fucking sick faggot," his cock had started perking
up again. "You like my cheesy boy cock faggot? You dream about it? You want
it plowing your slutty homo ass don't you?"

"Yes Sir I love your cheesy boy cock and dream about it constantly. I wish
I could have your cock plowing my slutty homo ass all the time Sir."

"Of course you do faggot," still leaned against the door frame, his cock
now fully erect started spraying me down with his rancid morning boy
piss. "Thank me for showering you faggot!"

He started thrusting his hips back and forth fully coating me--for the
second time in an hour--with the stinking piss of a teen boy.

"Thank you Sir! Thank you for showering me with you alpha piss Sir!"

That's when I heard Trevor laughing. I hadn't seen him come in but I saw
him now. Standing in the bathroom doorway holding his phone filming me
thanking a boy for pissing on me as I fingered my asshole.

"Stupid, sick, fucked up faggot," he laughed out. "How low can you fucking
get?"

I was horrified to have my humiliation filmed and incredibly turned on at
the same time. I was so fucked.

End Part Six

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