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I cry a lot now, even in public. I can't seem to control it. It may be a sign that I am losing my mind. I really think sometimes I am falling apart mentally. Every few days, I tell myself that this is all a dream from which I will soon awaken. I tell myself that none of it can be real. My life could not have changed so completely just because Iooked at Jeff's dick in the shower. How can such an innocent act have led to something like this? Nineteen years old and my life a total shambles. I was now the fuck and suck slave for over twenty college students. Twenty straight college students who delighted in tormenting someone they mistakenly thought was a faggot. I was now also sucking the huge fat dick of Dean Stevens. He was a highly respected married man. He was still young for the exalted position he held. He was muscular, and he loved to have his dick sucked by young male students. Jeff must have known that, and that perhaps explains why they would do some of the public shit they did to me.
Like making me get up in the middle of the cafeteria of the student union, stand on a table and strip bare assed naked. Hundreds of students of both sexes watching me. I was trembling so badly from fear, my legs kept giving out and I kept falling down. Until Jeff removed his belt and started to whip my ass. I stood up on the lunch table and was told to dance to the music they were piping into the room. A fucking security guard came by, and he busted a gut laughing along with hundreds of students. I stood there crying and dancing, my dick and balls bouncing and swinging.
Then still naked, Jeff and six other jocks took me down to the rathskeller beer hall at the student union. They told the cute hostess that I was their pet, the mascot of their team, (they didn't say which team) and then Jeff shot the chick his winning smile that said, "If you are a good cunt, I might fuck you," and she let them take me into the dark beer hall, still totally bare assed. They ushered me over to a round table in a corner and all sat down. They pointed to the floor under the table and told me that was my place. They ordered beer and nacho's, unzipped and told me to get to work sucking on their dicks! Seven guys sitting in a circle at a table, all with their fat jock pricks out of their pants. I crawled to Jeff first of course, as I didn't want to risk his anger. His pink fuckmeat was not yet hard. I took the soft fleshy prick into my mouth and started to suck. I felt the toe of a shoe at my ass crack. Some guy at the other end of the table was pushing his foot into my asshole.
"Cunt, get over here. Swing on this..." One of the other guys would bark, and I would crawl to another dick and stuck on that. Soon all the pricks were hard and leaking and I had a face full of pre-fuck. I lapped at their big sweaty balls, as they chatted about sports and cunt. I tried to pull away when the waitress came over, but the guy I was sucking held my head to his leaking dick and sat there flirting with her, while I sucked his fuckmeat. The boys got more and more drunk, and louder and louder. One of the jocks came in my mouth and I swallowed, but the others continued the game without shooting off, just moving me from pulsing, leaking dick to pulsing leaking dick. Then Jeff threw a thick piece of garlic bread onto the floor under the table. It bounced off my body. It was greasy and toasted. I thought I was supposed to eat it, until Jeff snapped at me. "SHOVE IT UP YOUR CUNT."
With shaking hands I shoved the garlic loaf of my sore asshole. The sad thing was that my hole was already so stretched that I had no trouble getting it in. The guys bent down to look at me on my hands and knees under the table with garlic bread sticking out of my ass, and roared with laughter.
"Maybe he wants some beer to go with his garlic bread." One of the cute muscular jocks said, and he proceeded to take a piss into a beer mug. More laughter ensued. I have always been a rather senstive kid. I suppose kind of quiet. I guess that's cause I am built small. Not like these muscle boy jocks. They made me lap at the piss in the mug until it was down too low for me to reach it. Then I was allowed to pick it up and drink it. Then another jock took his turn pissing in the mug, and I had to drink more. Soon my stomach was actually boated out with piss, and I had to go to the toilet badly. I was used to the taste of jock piss in my mouth. I drank most of Jeff's piss every day, but I was not so good at handling the stomach cramps of being bloated with piss. The pain was excruciating. I tried to tell Jeff that I really needed to piss, but he pushed my mouth onto his dick. I was used to deepthroating by now, because jocks like this don't like half hearted efforts. They wanted me to suck them balls deep. In fact, Jeff liked me to suck his fat beautiful dick all the way down my throat, and then extend my tongue and lick his scrotum at the same time. I was still working on that one.
Soon I just could not stand the cramps,and I was sobbing uncontrollably. Jeff grabbed me by the hair and dragged me up between his thick spread thighs. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Pussy?"
"My...my stomach hurts from all the piss. I gotta pee so bad. I got the cramps..." I spat out, tears running down my face and mixing with the cocksnot.
"You got to learn to hold it, Shitface!"
"Please Jeff, I can't it hurts so bad!"
"Oh for Christ sake, you are more trouble than you are worth. I"ll take him back to the dorm, guys. You go on drinking."
Still Naked, i was led by Jeff out of the beer cellar. In the hall of the union, he allowed me to put on my pink shorts. They were for a twelve year old girl. You can imagine how they looked on me. I was allowed to wear nothing else. I could hardly walk, I needed to piss so badly
"Follow me." he said.
'Please can I use the men's room."
"Not here. I can't have a faggot using the Student Union Men's Can! I said if you want to piss, follow me." I followed him out of the union, getting stares and laughter. Many kids thought it was some kind of fraternity prank, or sports gimmick. Others knew the true story, and they laughed at me the loudest.
Across the street from the Student Union there is the University Elementary School. It is an elementary school connected to the college campus. My stomach did another lurch when I saw that the playground was filled with kids. Jeff led me over to group of about ten seventh or eighth grade boys. They kept themselves away from the girls, as boys of that age do, and were banging around a soccer ball. They stopped and gaped when they saw me in nothing but my pink shorts approach with Jeff.
"He, guys, I want you take a look at the faggot. You gotta watch out for faggots, boys. They are so dick crazy they like to molest boys your age. They love to suck on your dicks and balls and assholes. Right Faggot?" He turned to look at me.
What could I do? What cold I say? "Yes Sir!" I answered. The kids were agape at what they were seeing and hearing.
"Holy Jeez!" One of them said. The others just stared.
'Any of you dudes ever had a faggot suck your dick?"
They all shook their heads no.
"It's a lot of fun as long as you keep the cocksucking faggot in his place and show him who is boss!" At that Jeff lashed out and slapped my face hard. The kids were amazed. "It would be great if you could find a faggot in your grade to suck your dicks for you. There must be a kid in your class who is a kind of sissy boy. Why not gang up on him after school or at lunch and make him suck your dicks! I know you boys jerk off, and it sure beats just jerking off. This faggot sucks the dicks of all the guys in our college dorm. Don't you, Cockface?"
"Yes, Sir, I do."
"And do our big fat cocks taste delicious?"
"Yes, Sir, your cocks taste delicious, Sir." I had to piss so badly, I didn't care what I was saying. The young boys were loosening up and now grinning and laughing and pointing at me.
"Go ahead, Faggot, piss your pants for the boys!"
What could I do? I stood there and pissed the pink shorts. They became soaking wet with piss. Piss ran down my legs. Piss puddled at my feet. I stood there and cried and pissed. Passing college kids saw this. Of course Dean Stevens heard about this. He had me back to his office.
At his office, I once again had to strip totally bare assed and suck on his big fat wife fucking cock!
"You fucking Faggot Hole, you can't go around giving our school a bad name. What the fuck is wrong with you?" he said, shoving his thick dick deeper into my sucking mouth. Fuck slime and spit ran from my chin. After he blew his load, he made me lie on his desk and show him my pussy. He liked to look at how wide open and cunt like my asshole was becoming. It was too. It was fucking obscene. Not like an asshole at all any more, but like a gaping cunt, with thick cunt lips. Jeff made sure I was fucked twelve to fifteen times a day by big dicked guys. At other times they kept my asshole stuffed with dildos and candles and tennis racquet handles and baseball bats and you name it. They thought it was funny. As I write this, I am seated on a twelve inch dildo that is six and a half inched around and is fixed to my computer chair.
Jeff had one of the guys take a photo of my cunt for you right while he was fucking it. He said you would all like to see what a true faggot cunt looks like.
Dean Stevens had a baseball trophy on his desk of a batter. It was a tall, thin, heavy trophy, which he now shoved roughly up my open ass cunt. It hurt like hell. He must have torn some inner ass lining cause I started to bleed a little. He fucked the trophy in and out of my cunt, forcing me to yell for him to fuck me harder. Then he made me crawl around the office with the trophy sticking out of my ass.
I was screaming so loudly from the pain, that Dean Stevens had to take a ruler to my nutsack to teach me to take my punishments in silence. After all, we can't disturb the entire building with my scrams of agony at having a baseball trophy up my asscunt now can we? But the worst was yet to come.
Dean brought in Jeeter Jones, the start basketball player of our school. Jeeter need a bit of r and r. The girls were afraid to date him because he was six foot eight inches tall and had a thirteen inch black dick that was as thick as a rolling pin. More than a few girls had been taken to the clinic with a torn cunt when they tried to take Jeeter's huge prick. Then too, he was known to fuck really roughly. If he had fucked the girls gently, he might have gotten most of that dick into them, but he insisted on slamming balls deep when he fucked. He cared nothing about the pain of the person he was screwing. Jeeter had fuck needs. How could he concentrate on the game and on his school work, when his balls were sloshing with sperm? No, Jeeter had his fuck needs, and Dean Stevens decided that my cunt might just do the trick! Jeeter grinned when he saw me, his teeth white and gleaming against his black face. He shucked out of his clothes in five seconds, and I almost fainted at the size of his dick. Dean Stevens slapped apiece of blue tape across my mouth so I could not scream and then bent me over his desk. There was no foreplay. No comfort. He rammed that prick knob which was the size of a plumb into my already gaping cunthole. Thank God Jeff had been getting my pussy stretched, or I would have died. I blacked out twice it was such a painful fuck. Deven Stevens woke me by slapping his own dick across my face.
Can you imagine this kind of agony for a nineteen year old boy? This kind of life for an innocent college freshman? I was trapped in a vortex of horror and torture. Jeeter tore up my rectum so badly, that I had to visit the clinic. The clinic was run by a friend of Dean Stevens, who charged me a blow job to put some ointment in my asshole. That's right. I had to suck the cock of the Indian doctor who looked at my raped asshole. He laughed and made me suck his dick. He said my cunt was in okay shape, but I should get gang banged for three or four days. Dean Stevens told the Indian doctor that I was a homosexual faggot slut who begged the jocks to fuck me. That was when he offered the doc a suck job from me. The doctor was also a married man, but he didn't object to a nice faggot suck.
Another time, I will recount for you what happened when I had to service all of the players on our winning football team!
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