Respecting The Golden Boy Ch 03

Chapter 3

I stayed in my room for hours. I looked in the mirror at my beet red ass and my cheeks flushed to match. Had the spanking been part of some secret agreement between Dylan and my parents?

I decided it was not worth it to stay here anymore if Dylan could spank me any time he wanted. I waited till nightfall to execute my escape. My bags were packed and I waited by the window until it got dark outside. I heard the low hum of the TV playing in the living room downstairs. When the time felt right, I threw my bag out the window and climbed out onto the trellis.

Unfortunatley the trellis didn't support my weight and the wood broke underneath me, causing me to fall. Something caught on to the trellis before my feet could touch the ground and I felt something sharp dig into my butt crack. I panicked, looking back to see that my thong had got caught on a piece of wood sticking out and I was dangling six inches from the ground by my underwear.

The ruckus I caused reached Dylan inside and I heard the TV pause. I tried to stay as quiet as possible as I attempted to unwedgie myself but it was no use. I heard the door and shamefully met the eyes of Dylan who was in utter shock at this pathetic display.

"Haha, I understand this is hilarious for you," I said, playing it cool. It was. Dylan burst out laughing as i swayed by my ass crack over the ground. "Please just help me down!" I cried.

"You weren't planning on running away Olivia?"

"No, I just..."

"Fell out the window? I wish you wouldn't try to lie to me. Of course I'll get you down but first I need to take a few pictures."

"Please don't!"

But it was too late. In an instant, Dylan yanked my pants off my legs revealing my bright red ass, painfully wedgied. He spun me around and i dangled their like a humilating ornament as he snapped several shots with his phone.

"I promise to get you down and not send these to mom and dad as long as you promise to obey me from now on."

I thought about it but it was hard to bargain when your underwear was slicing through your asshole.

"Fine."

"And when we get inside you will do something for me."

I hadn't a leg to stand on. Literally.

"Anything."

Chapter 4

When I had said "anything" I hadn't realised what he was going to propose.

Once inside and cleaned up, Dylan sat on the couch and demanded I get on my knees in front of him. I expected he would want me to suck his cock - I had been in this situation before. Men having something on me and having me perform sexual favours. I was used to stooping low to survive and I was good at sucking cock, so I knew it would be over before it started but Dylan had other ideas.

"I've recently discovered I'm lactose intolerant and could be allergic to eggs. However, I have no intention to stop eating those foods. What is truly unfair for me though, is that I have to reap the consequences by smelling my own farts. I work hard. I listen to my parents. I'm a good student. I'm an athlete. I pay my dues. I don't believe I should have to suffer the rotten smells of my flatulence. Do you agree?"

"I'm not sure what you mean." I said, completely confused.

"I also don't think, as a model member of this family that I should bear the tiring act of having to keep my ass clean. After the gym, after practice and after using the bathroom, toilet paper can me rather harsh on my anus. Do you follow?"

"Not at all."

"You've never been the brightest so that makes sense. You being a bum, a whore, a disgrace and jobless, well, you need a real purpose. It's not fair that you've cashed in on so many free rides, I think it's time you help out."

It was then that Dylan pulled down his pants and underwear, lifted his legs and greeted me with his wrinkly, winking asshole.

"You've got to be joking!"

I tried to get up but Dylan grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced me back down to my knees.

"I need a ass cleaning fart slave, and you need a purpose to help you learn how to behave. Or would you rather have me post those wedgie pictures and tell mom and dad about how you wouldn't listen to me so that they kick you out and you end up on the streets again? Here you have a second chance to do good."

He readjusted himself and pulled me close so that I was inches away from his asshole.

"Don't you want to have a purpose? Don't you want to be useful to this family?"

I stared at his puckering anus - my body in chills.

"Not this! Anything but this!" I begged.

"Olivia calm down, this is whats best for you. This is you reaching your potential. Give it a tiny lick and tell me how you feel."

He pushed my face towards his ass and the tip of my nose was shoved right up his hole. I tried to push away but he held me there tight.

"Just lick it!"

I had no choice. I slipped my tongue quickly into his ass and retracted it as fast as I could. The little I tasted was bitter and disgusting. I started to cry.

"Olivia this is the only way to redeem yourself. Start cleaning and I'll tell you when you're finished."

"No!" I screamed through tears.

"Would you like another spanking? I can go even longer than last time."

I lowered my head in defeat. I can't believe this was happening.

I slowly inched myself back towards his ass and decided that the only way to survive this moment was to do as I was told. I decided to disassociate, pretend I was another person who liked eating ass, pretended Dylan wasn't my step brother but a guy I liked and wanted to please.

I traced my tongue around his anus, licked up and down his sweaty crack, dipped my tongue in and out of his rank hole. After twenty minutes I looked up at him, pleading.

"Are you getting tired?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir, i'm getting tired of cleaning your ass."

"No worries, I'll change position."

On the couch he got on all fours and spread his cheeks. I wanted to die but if i did a good job maybe he would let me go quicker. I plunged my tongue deep in his hole and heard a rumble in his belly. I tried to move away but he grabbed the back of my head and held it firmly to his butt.

"Here comes your first treat! Now remember, I do not want to smell it. I had mac and cheese tonight so it will be really nasty. Open wide!"

The hot wet fart hit the back of my throat with such force it bubbled the inside of my cheeks. I ripped away and coughed my lungs out.

"Bad girl! I smelt that one and it was rotten! Try again, here slave"

He pulled my head again and I wrapped my lips around his puckered hole, willing myself to swallow this one in hopes he would let me go. Another dirty fart filled my mouth and I tried my best to make it disappear so he wouldnt smell it.

"Better. But now lick my dirty asshole clean. I want it squeaky and spotless, then you can go to bed, though there might be a few more treats for you. I also had vanilla cheesecake for dessert."

With that he filled my mouth with more bubbly farts and laughed as i did my best to swallow them and lick his sticky asshole clean after.

I licked his ass for hours and somewhere along the line I did feel some weird satisfaction that I was being useful. It was disgusting and pathetic but in some odd way, it felt right.