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My Room Over the Garage (Part Three)
He scoops up his dirty socks on his way over to me. Trussed up at the foot of his bed like a Mad Max hood ornament, I can't help staring at his belt wrapped fist. His tee shirt is soaked in sweat from the effort it took tying me up. His cock is almost poking out of the bottom of his shorts and his eyes make it clear that it is time to brace myself. He rolls one sock up like a fat sweaty joint. He is kind to me. He runs it under my nose. He knows that sniffing his socks is like a drug to me. After a few deep inhalations he places the damp sock between my teeth. This is our usual version of a boxers mouth guard.
I have been staring at his fist. It makes me drool. The belt wrapped around it makes me shiver. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Matt has taken his cock out already. He is just as turned on as his father and me.
My Daddy raises my chin and asks "You ready, baby?" I start to nod my head "yes" as the first blow lands. Thank God I had his sock between my teeth. His knuckles land on my chin at the same time the belt connects with my cheekbone. He rubs his other sock all over my face then quickly punches me again. He has the sexiest look on his face! His eyes are a bit glazed over. He is staring at me in a way that makes me think he hasn't quite figured me out yet. I can see recognizable but as of yet unidentifiable feeling rising up inside of him and he hits me two more times.
He cradles my face into his crotch, rubbing his hard cock on my battered face all the while stroking the back of my head. After a few brief seconds buried in his scent, he steps back a couple feet and lifts my chin. Two more punches, again, all on my left cheek and chin. He whips the right side of my face fast and feverishly with the sock. At first it doesn't hurt that much but eventually it feels like I imagine it would feel like to be cut with a knife.
He is dripping with sweat. He yanks the other sock out of my mouth. He turns my face back and forth, apparently admiring his handiwork. He rips off his wife-beater and violently rubs it in all over my face. I am surprised there it no blood on it when he finally pulls it away. My face is drenched in his sweat and my nose is filled with the smell of my Master. His sweat is burning my eyes a bit but that pain is completely over shadowed by the joy I get from inhaling his stench.
One more punch and he is unwrapping the belt. My teeth rattle a bit without his sock protecting them but everything feels like it is still attached. He squats down until he can reach my nipple with his teeth. He quickly cups his hand over my mouth just as he first bites down on my nipple. He is biting the same nipple he pulled on while pissing on me and in me a few minutes ago and the pain is excrusciating.
He unwinds the belt and now holds it with about six inches hanging loose. He snaps the end of the belt on my face and chest in hard short smacks. He concentrates on the cheek he has been punching and the nipple he has been abusing. Finally, I snap and start crying, my breath catching in fits and starts. He does not let up on me. He just says "I know, baby," over and over in a husky whisper while whipping my cheek and chest.
"Dad?"
"What's up, Matt?"
"I AM. Can I cum on him?" Matt's voice sounds very anxious.
Bob grants his son permission to cum on me.
He shocks me by kissing me on the forehead and then he climbs on the bed behind me. He passes the belt to his chip-off-the-sadist-block son.
Matt is squeezing the top of his beautiful cock trying to hold off his orgasm. Once he is standing directly in front of me, Bob starts kicking me in the back of the head, shoving my face into his sons throbbing dick. Matt grasps the bed posts where my arms have gone mercifully numb and presents his cock to my bobbing face.
"Kick that bitch, Dad!" screams Matt, his cock pulsing against my face.
The smell coming from this 18 year old jocks crotch is easing all the pain in my body. This goes on for a couple minutes. Matt then takes the belt and places it behind my neck. He puts the head of his dripping cock at my lips.
I barely have time to get my teeth out of the way as Bobby slams my head onto his son's dick. He keeps his foot extended and brings the other one to my neck. I cannot move. Matt's throbbing cock is too hard to penetrate my throat at this angle and his grunts of frustration scare me so badly that I try to twist my head to allow him in. Bob quickly spins around on the bed and grabs my chin and with the force of his own head against mine which pushes my lips all the way to the base of Matt's cock.
He presses against me and I am trapped between the two most beautiful men I have ever seen. Matt's cock is engorged I can feel it pulsing throughout my whole head. The pounding in his cock and the involuntary clutching of my throat is the only movement in the room.
Knowing I am not able to move or interested in escaping, Bob releases my chin, and squeezes off my last air supply, my sweat filled nose.
Bob tells Matt to "crush this faggot" and I am covered in their hands.
The next thing I know I am inhaling the delicious ball sweat of my Master. Bob's cock is pressed into my face and extending past my eyes. Looking at his beautiful, almost pink balls and sniffing his musk I can't help but notice that my ass is in the air.
"Is he alright?" Matt asks.
"Go ahead, he's fine" answers his Dad.
Barely coherent for a few seconds, I see stars as Matt shoves something huge up my ass.
They don't like traditional toys. Neither of them want to touch anything that even looks like a dick unless it's attached to their own magnificent body. My face is buried in the funky crotch of this hot, sweaty man while his son shoves some unknown object up my ass.
Matt is punching the probe deeper and deeper into my ass. He comes around a bit and plants his foot onto my face, shoving me deeper into his dad balls, adding the stench of his dripping wet foot into the mix. These guys sweat like crazy and it is why I am here.
Bob's wife hates how much he sweats and used to complain and it was a source of many marital woes. Now Bob comes to me to clean him up. He loves having a faggot to worship him and serve him. He always thought it was cool how much he sweat and now he has someone anxious to celebrating his masculinity. He recognized that his son was just like him early on and has been showing him how to use and abuse a faggot like me since he was 17. With his foot planted on my face, a load of his cum recently deposited in my throat, and his fist pounding on whatever it is he has shoved up my ass, I think his training has been completed.
"Let's move this to the floor" Bob tells Matt. "I promised this faggot there would be a celebration on his face and the party is just beginning."
Matt grinds his foot hard while he Dad shoves his balls up into my face one last time before they push me off the bed. I land in a sitting position and the thing up my ass makes me scream out in pain.
Matt asks his Dad if he can punch me but Bob is worried the bones in my face might be close to breaking. He quickly whimper and present the right side of my face to Matt while seeking out Bob's approval.
"Fine! Hit him."
"Thank you, Dad" and "Thank you, Daddy" ring out at the same time.
Matt puts his enormous fist up to his mouth and spits three times on his knuckles. Before the spit can even drip off a bit, the teenager connects with my cheek and jaw bone. It is awesome!
Bob steps up and straddles my face, walking forward until my back is arched and my nose buried in his ass. He rubs his asshole back and forth, from my mouth to my nose. I don't often get direct contact with his asshole and I relish every second of his most secret scent. This is the calm before the next storm.
Arched as I am, on the giant foreign object in my hole, Matt has moved in behind his Dad and is standing on my hip bones. When Bob finally walks beyond my head I can see Matt casually texting as if he is not standing on a willing fag who he and his Dad have just beaten into a pulp in the room over their garage.
Matt tells his Dad he's gotta go and thanks him for letting him sit in on the session.
"Pull that thing out of the fag's ass before you go."
Matt steps off me, reaches under me and rips a huge cucumber out of my ass. I think I am gonna pass out again as Bobby suddenly drops down on my stomach from a standing position. Matt, and the cucumber, are gone.
Bob and I stare at each other.
"You can speak...if you can, bitch."
I immediately start to cry and simply say "Thank you so much" over and over. Bob leans forward placing his elbows on his knees.
"I love hitting you, baby. I love hurting you and I love how much you love it and I love how much you can take."
He wipes his pits with his hands and shoves fingers from both hands into my mouth for a too brief moment. He dries them off in my hair which he then entwines in his fists. We continue to look deeply into eachs other eyes.
"You are doing a great job, fag. Things are good in the house and I today I got a big promotion at work. And Matt hasn't been in trouble with the cops since he's been working you over regularly. So, tonight, we celebrate. Open your mouth."
Bob spits into my mouth over and over, telling me when it is time to swallow. Occassionally, he will bang my head on the floor. His cock throbs on my chest everytime he does it. After about 5 minutes of this he drops my head to the floor. He spins around and plants his butt right on my face. He alternates between twisting my tits, punching me in the stomach and balls. I am breathing nothing but the air from around his perfect smelling ass. For one last blow he wraps his fists together and slams them into my balls.
When he climbs off my face, he turns to me with a huge smile on his face. His cock is throbbing and dripping. He drags me by my hair until my back is against the wall.
And then he begins to slap my face.
He slaps it forehand and backhand, over and over and over. If my head falls a little to the side he grabs my hair and slams my head into the wall. I try to keep it as still as possible. After about 10 minutes of slaps and slams he shoves his cock down my throat. He pumps fast all the ways down, humping my face like a dog humps a leg. He stops only to pound my face with his open palms 10, 20 or 50 more times and then face-fucks me for a bit and repeats this process over and over.
My face, my lips, my tongue are all swollen and throbbing. He continues to use me for what seems like an hour until finally he shoves his cock down my throat and holds perfectly still. I feel several loads of cum go down my throat. His abs are plastered against my forehead. His balls cover my chin. His cock is lodged in my throat until he pulls back and finished off on my tongue. He lets me savor the taste of his load and all my pain is gone.
He collapses onto his big recliner in the corner. I bring him a cigarette and light it for him. I assume my position massaging his beautiful, sweaty feet. As he stubs out his smoke he snaps his fingers and points at his cock. I wrap my lips around the head and wait for his piss. Arms behind his head, he pisses in my mouth. I whimper. He chuckles and shakes his head. "What a fag!" I almost laugh with him but I know better. The only time I ever spilled his piss he denied me his smells and his fists for a whole week. It was the worst week since I have been in my room over the garage.
He shoves my head off his cock and into his balls.
"Go ahead, you fucking faggot. You can smell my balls all you want, you earned it."
The sweat from his balls are like a salve for the bruises and abrasions on my cheeks and lips. His balls are ripe with sex sweat. It is the best smell in the world.
As I kneel at his side, inhaling his ball scent, he details the new job that has led to this celebration. It is going to be great for him and for his family. And for me. He will be working from home 2 days a week. The position comes with a bonus that he is going to use to create a fully functional office right here in my room.
"Do you think you can handle me for 8 hours at a time, faggot?" I answer by burying my nose deeper into his balls. "Good boy! Now go get a towel and I will make you a really stinky pillow before I go back downstairs. Damn, I am good to you, you fucking queer!"