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"Holy Fucking Shit, it's Paul Marshall. Yo, Paul, what the fuck you dressed like a fucking faggot in that fairy suit for?" The teenage delivery boys stood there staring at the high school student dressed in the thin satin posing pouch and nothing else. Paul wanted to die he was so mortified. He knew these guys. They were middle and lower income kids, just like he was, only he had gotten a scholarship to elite Brixton Academy. And they somewhat resented it.
"Hi guys, I am just washing Matt's cars for him. Helping him out..." it sounded so fucking lame. Paul didn't know if it was soapsuds and hose water running down his well built body, or the sweat of fear and humiliation.
"Dude, you are washing Matt Henshaw's cars for him like some fucking servant, dressed in a silky little prick pouch like some God-damned fairy. I think this needs an explanation." The three tough teens could not but help looking at Paul's posing straps. It left nothing to the imagination. Brightly colored, incredibly thin material, it showed the complete outline of the boys hefty teenage dick. The cockhead was clearly outlined. It was so tiny that even an eighth of an inch of prick root was visable at the top. Paul'pubic hair looked wild above it like it was bursting out of the pouch. And speaking of bursting out, when the self-conscious boy moved in even the slightest wrong way, which really meant moved at all, some of his scrotum flesh was clearly visable on the sides of the too slender satin material. He was outside, on the driveway of a wealthy neighborhood, washing the cars of some fucking rich kid. And now his old buddies were laughing at him.
"Boys, bring those groceries inside please, and don't bother the help. He has work to do!" Matt's voice cut through the crisp morning air.
The help! THE HELP! THE FUCKING HELP! That was what matt called Paul. And there was nothing the confused teen could do about it.
"Finish up out here Paul, and then come into the kitchen. I want you to sort out the food for tonight." Matt, looking hunky as hell in his skin tight jeans and wife beater led the way into the house and the three delivery boys followed, glancing back at the almost naked boy washing the cars. Paul curled his big toes on the wet cement of the driveway. He wanted to cry. The story of how he looked and what he was doing would be all over town by tonight. What would all the girls think? Would it lose him dates?
Paul had had enough of being outside. The fucking cars were spotless anyway. So he rinsed off the second one and quickly hosed the third. He cleaned the windshields and then headed inside. The three delivery boys were lounging around the kitchen having a beer. That seemed really odd. None of the boxes had been unpacked. Matt was telling them about some girl he had fucked.
"Imagine, dudes, opening up that tight hairless little thirteen year old pussy. She was screaming the house down as I fucked my big dick into her virgin cunt. I slammed balls deep on he first lunge. I wanted to really nail the bitch. Imagine the gaul of the cunt to ask if I would wear a condom! Fucking Cockhole. She wanted my dick from the first time she saw me on the sports field. The fucking bitch was only twelve then, but she was already drooling for my dick. Well, right after her thirteenth birthday, I nailed her. I fucked her so hard she screamed that I was breaking her bones and ripping out her womb. So I flipped over over and fucked her in the ass too."
"Way to go. That's what Bitches need, " yelled dark haired, handsome Tony Caruso. "That's what fucking cunts are made for. I wish they would get that into their dumb fucking skulls. That would sure save us alot of money. If they realized that all we want them for is a fucking dick dump." He laughed and sucked on the neck of his beer bottle. His full young lips encircled the cold long neck of the beer bottle.
"You know, you guys are pretty cool. I apologize that I never realized that. You wanna come to my party tonight?"
"Naw, it's out of our league. We'd just feel out of place with all those Hockey boys and rich cuntholes. But thanks."
Matt smiled. "Have another beer. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Tim, a red haired kid who was long and lean spoke up. "Well, there is. You can talk to your dad about getting us summer jobs in one of his plants. That would change our whole lives. Delivering groceries sucks!"
Matt smiled and high fived the kid. "Done. In fact, there may be some openings soon. Paul's father and brother may be leaving one of the plants."
Paul froze in the doorway. He knew his family would be ruined if his father and brother lost their jobs. He knew that he too needed summer work at one of the Henshaw plants.
"Oh Paul. You finished the cars. Good boy. Now will you please unpack and sort the groceries for tonight's party. The liquor will be arriving in a few hours and I want to get the food out of the way first."
Face red with humiliation, Paul had to climb over the long extended legs of the delivery boys who were slouched in the kitchen chairs. The teenagers chucked a his awkward maneuvers. When he raised his leg to climb over Tony, his entire ass crack opened and his asshole could be seen. Then his balls fell out of the pouch. He wanted to cry. It was just awful.
"Oh Paul, that pouch of yours doesn't fit you. I don't know why you insisted on wearing it. And it's soaking wet. Why don't you take it off."
Paul froze. That would mean he would be totally bare assed naked in front of the four teens. Gary, the largest of the boys let out with a burst of laughter. Pauls' face became even redder.
He just stood there, looking at the floor, praying that what he heard was a mistake.
Matt lowered his voice to a sexy mellow growl, like he used to seduce teenage girls. "Paul, you heard me. Lose the faggot pouch."
Paul raised trembling fingers to the posing strap and untied it. Like popcorn bursting from the microwave bag, his fat dick and balls exploded from the pouch. He stood there totally naked. His teen dick was long and thick, something to be proud of. And he had nice low hanging full young balls as well. Still, he was terrified and humiliated and shamefully embarrassed. As he moved nervously from naked foot to naked foot, his big boy dick swung from side to side.
"There, isn't that better, Paul? You can move more comfortably now. Go ahead, unpack the groceries and put them away. We want to finish our beers. Oh and Paul, you can't leave your faggot strap on the floor. Why not put it in your mouth!"
Paul's eyes rolled up in his head for a moment, as he almost passed out from hyperventilation. He gnawed his lower lips so hard it drew blood. The other boys in the room rocked with laughter. Matt just stood there smiling, the lump in his tight jeans looking larger than ever. At that moment, Paul truly believed that Matt Henshaw was a psycho.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Matt?" Paul said though the tears in his eyes.
"Are you sure you want that raise for your dad and bro, or would you prefer pink slips instead? Well, considering your posing strap, you might prefer a nice frilly pink slip!" The laughter grew in intensity. Red headed tim, put a hand down to his own large dick lump and squeezed himself through his pants. Teens often do that when they are excited. The atmosphere in the kitchen was heavy with testosterone. These dirty fucking teenage boys were having nasty thoughts. High school senior Matt Henshaw had a large toothy smile. he ran a hand through his hair and stretched. "Come on Paul, you still have my room to clean and the bathrooms."
Paul leaned over, his muscular young ass cheeks spreading as he did so, to pick up the tiny satin pouch. He stood in front of the four teenage boys and raised the strap to his mouth. He took the waist strings and put them in his mouth, letting the pouch hang on his chest. Then he turned to unpack the first box.
"No, no, Paul, Put the prick pouch in your mouth! After all, it is only your dicksweat on it."
"Is this guy a faggot or what?" Tony asked Matt. " I mean I always thought he was okay."
"You live and learn, my friends. I thought he was okay too, until one day I caught him scoping out my fuckmeat in the locker room. I don't mean just a casual glance to size me up, like a guy will do. No, I mean he was practically drooling like a fourteen year old cunt in heat. He couldn't take his eyes off my fat dick and balls."
"Jesus fucking Christ. I hung out with him."
"He was probably trying to get into your pants all the time." Matt said.
Thath noh thlu!!!!!" Paul shouted, the satin prick pouch hanging out of his teenage mouth. He looked so stupid, totally naked, his nicely formed pecs heaving with stress, his dick swinging as he moved about. "I am noh a fahhhggg!"
"Kindly shut the fuck up, Paul. We can't understand a thing you are saying with that cockstrap in your mouth. And try not to brush the top of the kitchen table with your dick as you unpack the boxes. Christ, my family eats off that table. Anyway guys, I was shocked, so I turned away and the faggots eyes got even bigger when he stared at my ass."
Tim squirmed and groped his crotch again. "He probably wanted to fuck your ass! God, I'd kill anybody who tried to fuck my ass!" All the guys agreed.
Matt shook his head. "No, I don't think he wanted to fuck my ass. Although the chicks say I do have an adorable butt. But a real faggot doesn't want to fuck ass, he wants to get fucked in the ass. He wants his ass turned into a cunt. He needs big dicked jocks to fuck him, just like he was some brainless twat. So what I am thinking is he wanted to suck my ass. You know, bury his face in my shithole and lick it out."
All four boys stared at the naked teen with disgust. Paul kept shaking his head no and muttering into the spit soaked prick pouch that it wasn't true.
"So you are kind of teaching the faggot a lesson, here, is that right?"
"That is exactly it, Tony. I am helping him out. I am helping him to see himself clearly. Keep unpacking the boxes, Paul."
"But why is he going along with it. I mean, I wouldn't let anybody do this shit to me," Gary asked scratching one large nipple on his muscular chest through his tee shirt.
Matt took a swig of beer. "Two reasons. First because if he doesn't, I will make sure his fucking family is ruined. They are in big debt to my dad, and work for him too. Second, and more important, because secretly, inside, faggots love this kind of treatment. They fucking get off on it. Didn't you know that. Christ, when you bash a faggot, he cums from the beating. Just like a bitch loves to get fucked really rough, even though she cries and pretends not to, so a faggot may protest your bullying him, but secretly, he gets off on it big time. Watch. Paul. You put those cans on the wrong shelf. You can clearly see the cans are on that shelf, but you put them with the package goods. Now I am going to have to punish you. I don't want to, but I have no choice. So come on over here and spread your legs. I am going to spank your balls with this wooden spoon."
Paul's ears were ringing. He thought about his recently married brother. He thought abut his kind, gentle dad and his wonderful mom. He walked naked over to the high school jock and stood there, posing pouch in his mouth, drool running from his chin. He looked so fucking stupid. His chest heaved.
"Paul, I said stand with your legs apart. If you are going to work for me, you need to learn how to follow orders. Feet shoulder width apart. I want to see your balls hanging there!"
All the boys in the room could see Paul's balls, they were quite large. They hung full and low in a rather long sack. Large tears ran down Paul's cheeks.
"Now, you see boys, from those tears, you might think the faggot here hates what I am about to do to him. But that is just not true. Secretly inside, he loves to get his balls beaten."
"How do you know that?"
Matt shook his cute head. "That's just how faggots are. Tonight, he'll jerk off while thinking about me beating his nuggets. Won't you, baby?"
Matt gently tapped the bottom of Paul's full young scrotum with the wooden spoon. "You know, the chick would love sucking on these nuts, quite a mouthful. Too bad you are a faggot and only into serving guys. What a waste!" On the word, WASTE, Matt slapped the spoon harshly against Paul's nuts. Paul collapsed onto the floor with pain and the room erupted in wild laughter.
"Shit, " Tony said, "this is better than playing towel snap in the locker room."
"It is," matt agreed, "because here the faggot has to hold real still and give you a really good target. Climb back up onto your feet, Paul and let Tony here try a whack with the spoon."
You know how excruciating the pain is when you get hit in the nuts. There is nothing quite like it. It combines nausea with coursing agony and sometimes a dizziness.
Paul tore the pouch out of his mouth. "Please don't do this. Please stop. Matt, for the love of God, think what you are doing. I am begging you man, please stop."
Matt's smile broadened. "In faggot talk that means please, can I have more. He is begging for it. Paul, put that fucking prick pouch back in your mouth, now!"
Paul was totally bare assed naked in a kitchen with four fully clothed teenage boys. He was getting his scrotum beaten with a wooden spoon. And his day was just starting!
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