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No one in the family spoke to anyone else for the rest of the night. Even Bud, barely kissed his new wife and curled up in a little ball on his side of the bed, the naked Paul sobbing himself to sleep between Bud and Marie. Paul honestly didn't know how much more of this he could take, even if it meant the destruction of his family. After all, he was just a normal teenage high school boy, not some super hero. The humiliation and abuse had worn him to a frazzle. His normally strong young voice, now shook and trembled when he spoke, and he was developing a stutter. His hands too shook almost continually. His shoulders slumped when he sat or stood. He was falling apart.
The next day at school, the nightmare continued. Nothing much happened during school. A few boys and girls laughed at him and called him faggot, but he just shut his mind to it all. He was ordered to keep his dick hard during class and had to play with himself as snickering boys looked on. But Paul felt basically ok. One thing did bother him. He needed to take a dump. He had been refraining from shitting at home because he had been ordered by Matt to do it in front of a family member. He just could not bring himself to shit in front of someone else, especially someone he loved. But the build-up of waste was starting to hurt and cramp the teenage boy.
After school he reported to the locker room. Matt ordered Paul to clean some of the spare sweaty filthy jockstraps of the boys while they were outside for sports practice. Of course he had to clean them with his mouth. He sat there in the locker room, sucking on ball sweat, piss and cum, as he slurped on the elastic prick pouches of the boys in his high school. Each boy had his name on his jock strap in magic marker, so Paul always knew whose ball sweat he was sucking out. He pictured the face of each teenage boy as he chewed and sucked on the prick pouch. He felt so lonely and abused that tears filled his beautiful young eyes and rolled down his cheeks. He was made to sit there bare assed naked amid a pile of used jock straps. After an hour and a half, the boys came loping back into the locker room, laughing and slapping each other on the shoulders and butts as they chatted about sports, cars and cunts. Shortly thereafter, Paul began his service!
Under Matt's mentoring, twelve high school jocks ages sixteen to eighteen stood in a line bare assed naked. The were normal healthy heterosexual jocks, so they felt nothing strutting around with dicks swinging in front of other dudes.Their talk of this or that high school twat continued. One guy mentioned a really hot sixth grade cunt, and talk shifted to whom who get their fucking hard high school dick into her bald little pussy first. While they stood there and chatted, Paul crawled from boy to boy and licked and sucked jock asshole!
That's right, matt ordered Paul to go from boy to boy and spread the young tight meaty ass cheeks and lick the ass crack and then tongue the asshole itself. None of the jocks had showered yet, so their asses were ripe with sports sweat. Some of their fat young nut sacks were actually still dripping with sweat. The stench was overwhelming to poor young Paul.
The boys helped him out by spreading their legs a bit, so he could better spread their ass globes.
"If he isn't do a good enough job boys, just let me know. Make sure you feel his tongue way up each of your assholes!" To be fair, some of the boys hadn't wanted to play this game they considered sick and opted out. They thought Matt's abuse of Paul was going a bit far. Matt remembered whom they were. You didn't cross Matt Henshaw. But during sports practice, he did round up these twelve gung-ho jocks. Let's face it, teenage boys love to have their asses eaten, and get it done far to seldom. Most girls don't like to suck their boy friend's assholes. They somehow think it demeaning. And while the teenage sluts will hungrily lick jock cock and balls, assholes tend to turn them off. So the jocks went without good ass suckings for long periods of time. This can really frustrate a jock. His mind only ever hovers around two or three things: sports, video games, music, food, and sex.
Paul's humiliation was somehow doubled by the fact that he knew these boys. He had joked and hung out with them for years. They had been his buddies. And now at one word from Matt Henshaw, they had turned into his tormentors. They shifted from big naked foot to big naked foot, rubbing, stretching and tensing the muscles on their sweat slick teenage bodies as Paul Marshall spread each boy's ass cheeks and started to lick out the ass sweat.
"Oh, and Paul," Matt commented, observing his slave's work, "Make sure you suck on the asshole hairs as well. Get them nice and clean." It was fucking obscene. The fat teenage cocks of the boys started to erect. Some of them started to drip at once. Boys of that age erect fast and leak almost at once.
"Jesus Fucking God that feels so shitting good!" Charlie Stevens howled as Paul sucked on his puckered rectum. All the jocks laughed. A few other boys who were minding their own business and getting dressed at their lockers, or heading for the showers, glanced over to see the cute young high school kid with his face buried between the muscled ass cheeks of Charlie Stevens.
"Get it up there. Get that fucking tongue up my shithole, you fucking faggot!" Charlie yelled at the top of his lungs. The guys roared with laughter. Matt was fortunate to have a coach who was more interested in getting home to fuck his wife after school than to hang around to see the boys shower and dress. He put Matt totally in charge of the sports teams.
Like most schools, the jocks here came in all shapes and sixes. There were tall thin boys with tight round asses, and husky boys with ass globes bordering on fat. Some of the boys had thin dicks, some short stubby fuckers, and some heavy tubes of fuckmeat. Their fucksacks too were all sizes and shapes. The boys' bounced on their balls of their feet as Paul sucked their assholes. Their fuckers flopped up and down and long strings of pre-fuck hung from the gaping teenage pissholes.
"Fucking A Matt, you are the man, but if I don't shoot off soon, I'm goona' go nuts!" Kyle Lambert moaned, his meaty cock slapping his stomach."
"Hang in there bro! As soon as the faggot is finished sucking ass, he's goona' suck all your dicks!"
To poor Paul, the room was spinning. He wasn't sure if it was from lack of oxygen from having his face buried in between teenage ass cheeks, or if it was just the humiliation.
"Hey, Matt, I don't think the faggot's tongue is far enough up my shithole!" James Carlson, a lanky black kid shouted.
"You heard the man, Faggot. Get that useless tongue deep up his asshole. I want your tongue to hit turd!" The boys broke out in another fit of boyish laughter.
Finally Paul reached the end of the ass line. Then he had to start all over again, this time licking ball sacks and sucking dick. Matt suggested that the guys sit down on the long locker room benches so they could relax while Paul sucked their cocks. Paul of course was to crawl from boy to boy.
"Paul, show some respect for our team. Get your dick hard and keep it hard while you suck our dicks!" Matt commanded. A couple of guys who hadn't been into the ass sucking game came over and asked Matt if they could get their dicks sucked too, and since Matt was in a particularly good mood, he told them to join on in. Someone put some music on, so the jocks could kick back and relax until Paul got to their particular leaking hunks of teen porker. Some of the boys came quickly, but others want long full sucks and built up slowly to their orgasms. Some boys shot watery splatters of sperm into Paul's mouth, while other boys sprayed huge globs of thick wallpaper paste fuck slop down his throat or right onto his face. Paul was on his tenth dick when he could stand it no longer.
"Matt, I have a problem!" he mumbled, tears running down his face and mixing with the cum.
"What's up, buddy?" Matt laughed, mussing up Paul's hair.
" I need to take a dump." Paul whispered, his face red with shame. "I can't hold it any more. I haven't gone in two days."
Matt shook his head and smacked his lip. "That is not healthy for you. You see, you were scared to go in front of your family, weren't you? That is a hang-up we are going to have to work on. Well, come on, if you got to go you got to go."
"Thank you!" Paul stuttered, feeling a particularly thick glob of cum roll down his throat.
"No need to thank me. I'm your pal, Paul. Some day you will thank me for doing this to you, oh wait you just did!" Matt laughed. Paul began to crawl toward the toilet area.
"Wait dude, that's far enough. Just kneel there and take your shit."
"Huh?" Paul looked around. The boys were all watching him.
"Some of you dudes may want to get some pictures of this on your phone-cams. You can send them out to all the kids in the school."
"Oh God no, please, Matt. Don't do this!" Paul was sobbing like a baby, and the jocks ran for the lockers to fetch their cameras.
"Now Paul, just keep your legs spread nice and wide and drop your turds. And make sure to look back over your shoulder so we can see your cute face."
"I won't. I won't do this. I'm not some kind of animal!" Paul screamed and Matt had to kick the kid in the nutsack to calm him down. The other boys returned with their cell phones and at once started to snap photos of the naked teen rolling on the floor and holding his bruised balls. More boys gathered to watch the fun.
"Okay, up on all fours, Paul and take your shit! And remember to smile at the cameras!"
Paul's stomach hurt so badly from the need to shit, he simply could not argue anymore. He grunted and farted and the room erupted in laughter. Then he squeezed and the tip of a turd appeared peeking out of his teenage asshole.
"Spread your legs wider. Go ahead. Don't be shy. Take a nice shit for us!"
Paul's chest heaved with sobs as he felt the first turd log push its way out of his ass and plop onto the tiled locker room floor. A high pitched wail of despair escaped his lips. Cameras clicked and guys moved in for close-ups.
"This is fucking gross!" One boy said, unable to watch anymore.
"That's what so sweet about it. Look what a sick filthy fuck this faggot is!" The boys laughed and danced about, their hard dicks spraying the room with pre-fuck while Paul on all fours cried and shit! Turd after turd snaked out of his asshole and plopped onto the floor. Her started to involuntarily piss. Piss shot out of his penis, spraying his legs and pooling on the tiles beneath him.
"I'm afraid out boy hasn't got proper control of his bodily functions. We'll have to work on that. I want these pictures and video clips sent to every girl in this school!"
Paul' body shook with the stress of shitting in front of almost twenty teenage boys. His shoulders trembled. His ass crack was covered with shit. He was a fucking mess, mentally and physically.
"Hurry up, Paul, don't take all day. You still have more boys to suck off." Matt reminded him.
Paul collapsed. He just fell onto the floor in his own piss and shit and curled up into a little ball. He lay there wracked with sobs.
"All done? Good. Then be a good boy and carry your shit to the toilet and put it in! We can't have a messy locker room! You stank it up enough." Matt walked over and nudged Paul in the face with his naked foot. He forced his big toe into Paul's mouth. "Come on, Fuckface...clean up your mess."
Groaning in agony, Paul rolled over and got to his knees. He looked down at the pile of shit. He reached out to pick up the turds in his hands.
"Ugh ugh! You need to crawl into the toilet to deposit your shit. You can't crawl properly with your hands full of turds. You will have to carry the shit logs one by one in your mouth!"
Paul no longer felt human. He was an animal. He had no fight left. With one last great sob, he lowered his tear streaked face to the pile of shit and picked up a thick long turd with his mouth. The taste was chalky and bitter. He started to gag, but he held the turd between his lips. Then he turned and crawled toward the toilet stalls. The boys snapped photo after photo of the teenager with shit in his mouth. Several times on his journey, Paul almost collapsed again. His legs didn't want to work. laughter rang in the hollow locker room. Guys began to spit on him. They were so disgusted by this fucking faggot freak. Paul had to make six trips to get all the shit off the floor. Shit covered his lips and coated his tongue. He had to make his mind a blank in order to keep his sanity.
"No be a good boy Paul and lick the floor clean!"
Paul tried to lick the shit off the floor, but the shit from his lips and tongue only made it worse. He looked up to Matt in supplication. Four or five jocks spit huge gobs onto the kid's sweet young face.
"Okay that's good enough. Now we need to wash your face and mouth before you suck any more dick. Can't get shit on our dicks, can you?" Paul dumbly shook his head from side to side. His eyes looked helplessly up at his teenage master.
"We can't have you washing your face in a sink or in the shower, we don't want shit there. I've got just the solution." Matt led the way into the toilet area of the locker room. Paul followed on all fours, and the gang of almost twenty teenage boys followed.
Smiling, Matt sauntered up to one of the urinals, his fat teenage dick swinging. He grabbed some paper toweling and stuffed it in the drain hole and then replaced the mesh drain cover. then he stood back and took a nice heavy dark yellow piss into the urinal. It filled with his teenage jock piss.
He shook off his prick and turned smiling to Paul. A few drops of piss still clung to his fat dickhead, so he wiped his pisser in Paul's hair.
"There you go, Paul, you can wash your face in the urinal. Make sure to rinse out your mouth too. You've got shit on your tongue and we want to have it nice and clean to suck dick."
Paul crawled up to the urinal and stuck his face in the lake of piss. The guys appluaded and cheered. Paul washed his face in the piss and gargled with it. It was much preferable to shit. I actually felt refreshing after the turds.
"If you're thirtsy, go ahead and drink some of it." Matt encouraged.
Paul slurped down some of the piss. "That a boy. Drink some more!" Paul drank more piss. One of the jocks moved up to the next urinal and started pissing.
"Maybe he'd like to taste some of mine!" he chortled.
"Good idea, Mike. Paul crawl over and taste some of Mike's piss. You might like his flavor better!" Paul crawled over and Mike started pissing right onto his face, his heavy thick jock fuck sausage spewing out dark yellow stinking piss.
"Don't waste any!" Matt advised. That is one hundred percent fresh jock piss. That is valuable stuff."
Another boy moved in and started to piss on the back of Paul's head.
"Turn your head Faggot taste some of this fresh piss!"
The boys were giddy with laughter as they all began to piss on Paul. More and more naked teens moved in, their dicks spraying urine.
"That's right, get yourself nice and clean, Paul. A nice piss shower. Then you can finish sucking our dicks!"
I know there are sick perverts out there whose fantasy dream would be to be pissed on by twenty naked teenage boys, but Paul was not one of them. Paul was a broken boy!
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