POOR COLLEGE KID PART TWELVE

POOR COLLEGE KIDPART TWELVEby dale10

(This is fantasy and all characters are 18 yrs old or older.)

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I was a fucking wreck. Well, who wouldn’t be? Here I was a straight eighteen- year old college freshman, who had been bullied beyond belief not only in person, but on camera, so thousands of perverts could enjoy my suffering. Every day now I wondered how much further Jake and his buddies could go. Surely their disgusting treatment of me had reached rock bottom. Surely they could not even think of anything filthier and more degrading to do to me. But Jake had one of the most devious minds of anyone I had ever met. Jesus, I had been fucked up the ass! I know what some of you reading this may think. “All right, okay, so you suffered the pain and indignity of a cock up your asshole, so get over it. It’s not the end of the world.” But do you realize the indignity of having your manhood stripped from you? The shame of having cock in your mouth and up your ass, and of having other kids, some on your own campus watch you do it via video?

It wasn’t just the burning in my ass for the next few days. It was the knowledge that everywhere I went, there might be people who had seen me. My name and address and phone number had been posted by Jake as well. I started to get the sickest calls from people wanting to set up dates to fuck me or have me suck them, or to even piss or shit in my mouth. Can you imagine?  Can you imagine how I felt? And because of the cameras in my room, they could watch me anytime they wanted to. They could watch me go to the toilet, or sleep, or study. They could watch me masturbate, which Jake made me do constantly when I was in my room.  I had been ordered to keep my dick hard and leaking without ever cumming. Do you know how maddening that is? How it frays a person’s nerves?  My body tingled constantly, not helped by the fact that Jake forced me to eat large amounts of Viagra. I was in constant sexual agony. I tried to study, but it was so fucking hard to do that while pumping my prick but not cumming. I knew if I lost control and dumped my load of fuck, I would be punished in horrible ways I could not even imagine.

The day after I was ass fucked for the first time by Jake, I was taken across campus dressed in nothing but a tiny black thong. The students now knew me and often gathered to see what new humiliation I would have to suffer. It is amazing how a kind of animalistic crowd mentality can take over people who otherwise are quite normal and nice. Thousands of pictures were taken of me in mym embarrassing outfits which were much more revealing and shameful than even the outrageous outfits the boys pledging the fraternities and the girls pledging the sororities had to wear. I mean, some of the pledging girls had to wear very, very short cheerleader skirts with no panties underneath and thin tops with no bras so their nipples showed through. I felt bad for them. They had to sit in the student union with their legs spread so anyone who wanted to could see up under their short skirts and look at their pussies. And many of the boys pledging frats has to prance around campus dressed like slutty girls. But none of them had to go through the daily torture that I had to endure, and I was not pledging anything. I was just being bullied and wanted to be left alone.

So here I was, walking across campus dressed in nothing but a tiny black thong that hardly contained my dick and balls. Every once in a while, Jake would stop me and order me to “get it hard and wet,” and I had to masturbate myself right there in the open with students watching. I had to jerk my dick until I started leaking pre-fuck syrup. The front of the pouch was soaked with pre-fuck, and it was running down my thighs. When erect, my prick pushed out the front of the tiny pouch obscenely.  Oddly enough, I was not crying. I guess I had cried all of my tears, and now I just obeyed like a fucking dumb animal. Is this a stage in the breaking of a human being? I remember feeling my bare feet on the grass, and how that was for some reason more uncomfortable than being almost naked with a dripping hardon.  I had been ordered to let my mouth always hang partly open, so that I looked a bit like a village idiot. Sometimes spit ran out of my mouth.

“Don’t worry, Matthew about all of that dick leak soaking up your prick pouch. For lunch, you’ll be able to suck it clean. The sexual filth of Jake was truly awesome. How could a young man exist in such a world of constant sexual degeneration? He kept telling me about the date he had set up for himself, my ex- girlfriend and myself, and how he couldn’t wait to fuck his big dick from her cunt into my mouth! He grinned and then added, “And then of course, from her asshole to your mouth. And you get to eat my ass while I fuck your sweet ex-pussy.” Do human beings even do such things? I had never even seen that degree of filth on the internet, and I had seen some pretty sick stuff when I was a teen surfing for jerk off material. I mean, back in high school me and my buddies were always sharing porno. “Check out this vid of a teen cunt sucking dog cock!” or “Look at the size of that dick going in and out of that girl’s ass!” Stuff like that. But kids of any age can and do watch that stuff now. Still, the stuff that Jake made me do was beyond any videos I had ever seen or heard of.

On this particular day, he was taking me over to one of the dorm buildings. It was a dorm where a lot of the jocks stayed. Now remember, to my eternal shame, that I had already licked the big sagging sweaty balls of a whole bunch of jocks at the fieldhouse, so I already had a reputation of being a sick faggot. When Jake paraded me into the first-floor commons of the dorm, all activity stopped and heads turned. I now walked with my head down and stared mostly at the floor. I was too ashamed to meet the gaze of other guys or gals. My shoulders had begun to slump submissively, and I had developed a kind of shuffle when I walked. Jake’s abuse was taking its toll on me. I also noticed that my hands had developed a slight tremor. I no longer felt like the cute, confident kid who had started the semester a few weeks back. I kept thinking of Alan, the boy they had worked over and broken during the previous semester, and how that boy was now in a mental hospital. Was that to be my future? How could I stop my decline? Jake was so fucking controlling and dominant, and I guess I was pretty weak after all. I had never thought of myself that way before. How would I feel if Jake stuck his dirty dick in my mouth right in front of my ex-girlfriend, whom I was still very fond of? Both my ex-girlfriend and myself were now pussies for Jake’s cock! HOW IN GOD’S NAME COULD PECKER BE SO FUCKING IMPORTANT AND CONTROLLING? Is that lump in the pants of dudes really all that fucking matters in this world?

“Now, here is your task, Asslick. You are to knock on every door in this dorm and beg the guy who answers to please, please allow you to lick his ass and suck his dick! Some guys will be away at classes, and others may want nothing to do with a dick hungry faggot, but there are over sixty guys who room here, so I expect you to suck the dicks and eat the asses of at least twenty. No, make that twenty-five. On this clip board, I want you to record the room numbers where you serviced guys, and the rooms where you did not, for whatever reason. I will be back to pick you up this afternoon, and you had better have been successful with twenty-five dudes. Twenty-five nice loads of college sperm down your faggot gullet. Twenty-five dicks of different sizes and shapes and colors in your scum sucking mouth.  And you better really beg for it, because if you don’t reach your quota, you will be the sorriest cum-rag on earth!”

He said this loudly enough for all the guys in the common to hear. Some roared with laughter, others went right to their rooms, perhaps to prepare for my visit.

‘GET TO WORK, FUCKHOLE, OR I WON’T FUCK YOUR SORRY ASS TONIGHT!” Jake yelled to more laughter. I looked over and saw that Jake’s prick was pushing out the front of his jeans, erect and needy. “You get mine for dessert!”  he added.

How could I ever accomplish this sick task? Only one way. By making my mind a blank, but turning myself into a cocksucking zombie. Still, twenty-five loads! I was sure to get sick to my stomach from all that sperm. And to think of having all of those college boy dicks in my mouth! The thought alone made me gag. And just as bad, to have to ask them if I may lick their asses!  Most of them were sure to be sweaty. And I knew that Jake did not mean lick their ass cheeks. Oh, no!  He meant shove my tongue deep into their ass cracks and lick and eat their assholes. How can a human being retain any self-esteem after being forced to lick the assholes of total strangers? I had a dorm of sixty boys and young men to get through. That was some small blessing, that I had to suck twenty-five. What if Jake had said I had to suck fifty?  Well, that would have put me in the hospital getting my stomach pumped I fear. And my poor jaw and tongue would be wrecked for weeks.

JESUS! I WAS GOING TO PUT COCK IN MY MOUTH. EVEN WORSE, I WAS GOING TO BEG DUDES TO LET ME SUCK THEIR DICKS AND ASSES! HOW DO I EVEN ASK? WHAT WORDS DO I USE? WHAT IF THEY HIT AND KICKED ME AND BEAT ME UP? HERE I WAS IN THIS STUPID SCUM SOAKED PRICK POUCH, LOOKING LIKE THE BIGGEST FAIRY OF ALL TIME.

“Get going, Asswipe!” Jake barked, and I climbed the stairs to the first floor of dorm rooms. When a person suffers terrible humiliation, shame and abuse, they learn to cope by just shutting down their feelings. it is how they survive. But Jake knew that, and so he kept not only increasing the abuse, but giving variety to it, so that I was always sure to be totally shamed in new and ever more hurtful ways.

The first dorm door I knocked on was opened by a muscular college jock kind of dude dressed in only boxer shorts and a tee shirt. I saw open books and a lighted lamp on his desk, so I assume he had been studying. When he saw me in only my black thong, he frowned and ran a hand through his tangle of hair.

“What the fuck is this, some kind of fraternity hazing? Look twerp, I am studying and don’t have time for this shit.”

“Please, Sir, let me suck your dick and eat your ass!” I blurted out. I had a long way to go on this horrible day, and could not afford to waste time.

“You are shitting me, right? I mean, you are not serious?” He had a kind of farmboy grin. He was a good looking jock.

“Yes, I am serious. Please, I am begging you let me suck your dick and eat  your ass.” Imagine having to say this to someone… to a total stranger. To a guy you don’t even know.

“Look, partner, I wish you good luck with your frat or whatever, but I am not a faggot. I got a girlfriend.”

“Please, Sir, I am begging you. I am not a faggot either, but I have to suck your dick. Please. I will be punished if I don’t suck enough cock today.”

He arched one eyebrow. “How many dicks you gotta suck?”

I hung my head in shame. “Twenty-five.” 

He ran one hand up under his tee shirt and scratched his nipple. “What the fuck. That is sick. And you’re gonna go through with it?”

“Yes, Sir.” 

He stood there kind of chewing his lip for a bit and pondering, then he said, “Well if you will do that, you must be a faggot at heart. So, come on in and get it over with.”  He stepped back and I entered his small single dorm room. He shut the door behind me. Then he peeled off his tee shirt and slid down his boxers. He had an enormously thick cut dick, not too long but fat as a big fat sausage. His balls were swollen and round in shape and had a light dusting of hair. He smelled of sweat.  He sat on the edge of his desk chair which he swung out to face me. He put one foot up to further expose his fucker and nuts. “Well go ahead, get started.” 

God, I felt like a fucking freak. I knelt down and crawled close to him, until I could easily smell his pecker and nuts. I extended my tongue and began to lick.

“Oh fuck, that feels good. I’m just going to call some of the other guys in the dorm and set them up for you. It will help you out.”

I had lifted his dickhead on my tongue, but now I let it glop off in order to thank him. “Thank you, Sir.”I worked on his dick and balls for about ten minutes. He erected to a nice, even thicker size. I felt like such a faggot freak.

After a bit, he asked, “Aren’t you supposed to eat out my asshole too?” 

“Yes, sir. “He shifted on the chair to give me better access to his asshole. It was quite hairy and smelled of sweat. I buried my nose and mouth down there, extending my tongue to lick over the asshole. I licked it thoroughly, but then he said, “Hey faggot, that is not eating out my asshole. Get with the program.”  He scrunched down further in the chair so I could really get my tongue up into his shithole and my lips working, sucking on his ass lips.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s the way. My girlfriend hates eating ass, but you do a really good job. You can come round and suck on my shitter anytime you want.”  He proceeded to call his buddies on his phone and tell them there was a cocksucker, ass eating faggot in the building and he would send me up to their rooms. While he chatted with his pals, he grabbed my head with one hand and forced it harder into his asshole. I could hardly breath, my face was trapped between his muscular ass globes with my mouth on his shithole. I felt like the lowest creature on earth. How could I have come to this? By letting Jake bully me, that’s how.  After this dude finished calling ten of his friends, he took several pictures of my face buried bown between his legs. He took one with his ballsack in my mouth. And another of me licking his swollen dick.

“Okay, Faggot, suck out the sauce!” he said, and he yanked my head back onto his fuckmeat. His entire genital area was covered with my spit.  I ucked hard, wanting it all to be over with trying not to think about the other twenty-four I still had to do. JESUS, HE SHOT A LOT OF SPERM. HIS FUCK BATTER FILLED MY MOUTH TO OVERFLOWING. HIS TIGHT JOCK TUMMY FLUTTERED AND HIS PECS SWELLED, HIS PROMINENT NIPPLES TURNED TO PEBBLES, AND HE SHOT HIS FUCK INTO MY MOUTH.

I wanted to spit out the fuck, but there was no place to spit it, so I was forced to swallow. Then the jock dude casually pulled his still swollen fucker out or my mouth and wiped it on my face, something I assume he did with his girlfriend.

“All right, Faggot, you’ve had your thrill, get lost. Go to room 135.” He put on his  boxers and went to his desk. I humbly left the room. 

There were two jocks in room 135, and they knew I was coming. I knelt right inside the door and had to suck from one dick to the other. One was a rather long, lean prick with a long foreskin, the other a fat fucker with a slight curve. The talked to each other about sports and girls while they fucked my face. It was like I was nothing, like I didn’t exist as anything but some kind of suction machine. They never even really spoke to me. They grunted and dragged my face from one wet dick to the other, smearing pre-cum all over my face. I was nothing but a dick dump. I got one load in my mouth, and the other one in my hair. I only licked their asses in passing.

The guy in the third room was a real piece of work.  He was an Arab exchange student, brown and muscular with a lean face and a long straight nose. He took delight in a white boy serving him. First he got me totally naked, then he had me sit on the floor with my head back against his desk chair. Then, he spread his brown hairy ass cheeks and sat down right on my face. Oh, how I wanted to puke.

He wiggled his body so the asshole settled on first my nose and then my mouth. He ordered me to stick my tongue as far up is shithole as I could. He then proceeded to call some friend and chat while I sucked out his asshole. I began to realize that I had no life anymore. I was no longer doing anything normal. My days and nights were filled with perversion. I sucked the Arab’s asshole for over twenty minutes, losing precious sucking time. Above all, I dare not incur Jake’s wrath.

At last, the Arab allowed me to clean out his foreskin with my tongue and then suck on the big dickhead. Every few sucks, he pulled his prick from my mouth and wiped my spit and his pre-cum all over my already fuck- streaked face. He forced my face up so that he could spit in it. Over and over he gobbed in my face, and I had no choice but to take it. Spit ran down my cheeks and dripped from my chin and jaw. Them the big brown fucker plowed down into my throat, causing serious pain and discomfort. I could not breath. He rammed my throat over and over. He pulled his big wet prick out of my mouth, tilted my head back and blew his nose into my mouth. I guess this is how they treat cocksuckers in his home country. My mouth was filled with his snot and nose filth. I was trembling like a marionette.

I felt so small, so insignificant compared to him. He truly felt like a master. I was inferior! The swollen fuckmeat rammed into my mouth again, forcing the snot down my throat. I hung limp from his dick, like a rag doll. After he unloaded down my throat, he kicked me out of his room, minus my thong, so I was now totally naked. He kicked me so hard in the ass, my prostate was in extreme pain. I stumbled and fell to my knees. Before he shut his door, he barked, “Fucking Faggot…from now on in the dorm, you do not walk, you crawl like the fucking dog you are!” 

I dropped to my knees. I began to sob, totally disconcerted and confused. I hardly knew where I was. I burped and a huge load of cum and snot came back up into my mouth. I knew I had to swallow it. I crawled down to the next room, and still naked and on my knees, rapped on the door. No one was there. I also found no one present in the next two rooms I tried.

A muscular jock came out of the bathroom at the end of the hall. He word a towel around his waist. He was good looking, but not very friendly. As he sauntered up to me, he got a cruel smile on his face.

“Are you the cocksucker I heard is going around the dorm hunting for dick?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered meekly, still shaking terribly.

  “Fucking filthy pervert. I know this is no hazing stunt. You are just a fucking filthy dick hungry faggot, who can’t get enough straight boy college cock.”

He whipped off his towel and with his hands on his hips, thrust his pelvis forward and shook his big prick at me. His cock and balls danced, and like the creature I was becoming, I crawled forward and opened my mouth. What the fuck was wrong with me. Laughing, he stepped away, depriving me of more dick.

“Oh, no,” he laughed. “This goes in high school cunt, not your mouth!”  But then he grabbed me by the head and dragged my face under his balls to his asshole. He lifted his muscular leg higher and let out a tremendous fart, right in my face! I actually saw his ass lips flutter, and then the blast of the fart hit me! Oh, how he laughed. I fell back on the floor and curled up in a ball, crying and retching. But he still was not finished. He kicked my body over on its back, squatted down with his ass over my face…lowered himself, so his big sagging, hairy balls were resting on my neck, and his asshole was firmly planted on my nose, and then, he let out another fart, stronger and longer than the first one. He rose, snapped his towel at me, and then sauntered on down the hall, whistling.

It took me over eight hours to suck twenty-five cocks. I threw up cum three times, unable to hold all the sperm in my stomach. I knew Jake would not be happy about that.  At one point, I got so confused, I lost count and had to sit naked in the hallway counting the cocks I had sucked. I felt like the village idiot.

Most of the guys took a quick dick suck and ass licking, and then, after unloading, went back to whatever they had been doing. A few of the guys were cruel. Some lingered. Five of them made me lick their sweaty armpits as well, and two of them made me lick and suck their toes. Most were clean, some were sweaty and only four were what I would call exceptionally smelly. I was getting a tutorial in males and male sex organs.

Even after Jake came back to collect me, I kept burping up cum. Then walking back to my house with him, dressed in a tiny pair of gym shorts we found on the floor of the dorm, I had to stop to puke up all the cum.

“THAT IS NOT GOODM MATTHEW. THAT SHOWS DISRESPECT. YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO LEARN TO DO BETTER THAN THAT. BUT YOU’LL GET USED TO IT, AND DON’T FRET, YOU ONLY HAVE TO SUCK THE GUYS AT THAT DORM ONCE A WEEK.”

I could not believe what he was saying. He expected me to suck the dorm guys every week?  My God, I would become a regular full time cocksucker!  But he was not finished.

“OF COURSE, THERE ARE THE OTHER FOUR DORMS AS WELL, AND WE MUSTN’T IGNORE THOSE HORNY BOYS. AND THEN THERE ARE THE KIDS AT THE NEARBY HIGH SCHOOL. WOULD YOU BELIEVE SOME OF THOSE BOYS HAVE NEVER HAD A REALLY GOOD FAGGOT COCKSUCK? YOU RE GOING TO BE VERY BUSY MY FRIEND.”

I stopped in my steps, head hanging. “You are going to kill me!” I mumbled.

“DON’T BE SILLY. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY COCKS A REALLY GOOD FAGGOT SUCKS ON A WEEKEND NIGHT AT THE GAY BATHHOUSE? YOU’LL GET USED TO IT. I’LL BET YOUR JAW IS SORE THOUGH, AND YOUR TONGUE SWOLLEN, HUH?” he laughed.

I felt as if the taste of cock and ass would never leave my mouth.

“But we have to get you cleaned up, Slick! We’ve got a date with your ex-girlfriend. Oh my, does she ever hate you now. And to think how she loved you.

And tonight, for your grand reunion, I am going to fuck you both!!!!!”