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I hope you all had a happy thanksgiving. Mine was pure hell. How could it be otherwise when you are a nineteen year old fuckslave to a bunch of college jocks? I thought things might improve by now. I dreamed and hoped they would, but they have only gotten worse. I don't know now bad they can get. I only know I have no choice but to serve these sick perverted sadistic college boy monsters who seem to delight in tormenting me. Am I such a wuss, such a dweeb that I deserve this? Am I such a pathetic teenage loser that it is right that I am physically and sexually abused until I can't even think straight and my body is wracked with agonizing pain? IS THIS FUN? IS THIS NORMAL STRAIGHT GUY FUN? TO TORTURE AND DEGRADE ANOTHER GUY, ONE WEAKER AND SMALLER THAN THEY ARE? If it is, then I now understand police brutality and torture in the Armed Forces. Some guys really get off on hurting other guys on seeing them crawl and suffer. And the number of straight guys who are bullies is much greater than I had ever imagined.
Why else would an entire dorm shut it' s eyes to what is going on? Why else would most a campus casually observe me suffering in unspeakable ways and laugh and joke about it, and do nothing to stop it. Where are the activists? where are those who march and protest and spend their time striving for equality? Why are they not coming to my defense?
Jeff has decided that it is demeaning to them to let a faggot fuckpussy use the dorm floor toilet or any of the private toilets in some of the room. So, a large cat litterbox was placed in the dorm toilet, and I have to use that. I must obtain permission to shit or piss of course. It would be unthinkable for me to ever relieve myself without getting permission. Sometimes they are nice and let me go. Sometimes I have to wait hours in agony as they finish playing a video game, doing homework, chatting, or fucking some girl. Then, when I am given permission, I have to crawl on my hands and knees, naked of course, down the dorm floor hall to the communal bathroom and shower at the end of the hall. I then have to squat over the litter box and piss or shit. I am not allowed to do this on my own. I must be monitored by a college jock every time I piss or shit. Because it is a chore for them, I have to beg them to allow me to go to the toilet. At least one of them has to observe my humiliation. I then crawl into one of the toilet stalls and using tissue, clean my asshole. I must then take a long drink of water out of the toilet!
But that stuff is nothing compared to the games they play with me. I am put naked on my hands and knees and a cord is tied around my balls. I am crying already at the start of this game because I know it will be horribly painful. They kick me and make fun of me and laugh at me. The game starts with four or five jocks, but soon there are as many as twenty, all drinking beer and laughing at me. The cord tied around my scrotum is attached to one of the plastic lounge chairs with metal legs. Just a cheap lightweight chair. But then Jeff or one of the other beefy jocks sits down in the chair. Then I am told to pull the jock across the room, BY MY BALLS! The other element of this game involves cattle prods. If I do not tug hard enough to move the chair, I am prodded by electric shock to do a better job. The more I scream with pain, the more the college boys roar with laughter. You can imagine the agonizing pain in my nutsack. I am sure my nuts are ruined for life and I will never be able to have children. When I begged the jocks to take me to a doctor, they laughed and said "Faggot's don't have children anyway, so what's the big deal?" Each jock at the party took his turn getting pulled across the lounge by me and my balls. Then they tried it with two jocks sitting on the chair, one on the other's lap.
Speaking of that, it amazes me how jocks are allowed to act real faggy whenever they want to. Many of their buddy buddy activities are overtly sexual. They often wrestle wearing just jock straps. They pinch and slap each others asses in the shower. They give each other massages. They sit and lie all over each other to watch some sport event on tv. But they are not faggots. Because they have big dicks and fuck girls, it's acceptable for them to do that stuff. Normal! But for some reason, I have been singled out as a faggot, and so my life is hell! WHY DEAR GOD IS THIS SO? I am forced to suck fifteen to twenty dicks a day. Can you imagine twenty male sex organs shoved in and out of your mouth, leaking and smelling and tasting foul? Can you imagine having to lick twenty nut sacks and twenty assholes every day? How can any boy keep his sanity? Just because they are jocks, does that make them Gods? The girls at the school seem to think so. They tolerate being called cunts. They are passed around from guy to guy. Jocks loan their steady girlfriends out to their buddies for blow jobs or to get fucked. This is common! The girls put up with the abuse. I put up with the abuse. But I am doing it because I was threatened.
Unlike the girls, I have no choice. How can they tolerate the abuse at the hands of the jocks? Would they consider marrying one of them? Is this what their married life would be like, or do jocks change once they are out of college and into the business world? These smart college girls are made to serve drinks in the nude at Football watching parties. They have to shave their pussies and let the guys comment on who has the nicest cunt. They jocks fondle and finger the co-ed's cunt lips and tits. Jeff and his buddies flip coins to see who gets to fuck which cunt. Is it just because Jeff has such a beautiful dick? I admit he is hot. He is muscular and strong and can be terribly charming, and has a really thick dick. But does that give him the license to do whatever the fuck he wants in life? Do big dicked jocks get a free ride? He humiliates the girls almost as much as he does me. I've seen him make girls give him blow jobs right in public. At a football game for example right in front of his buddies, he will turn to the girlfriend of the moment and say to her, "Cunt crawl down and suck my dick!" And the girl will crawl beneath the blanket covering their laps and suck on his dick, and everyone around knows what is going on.
I am terrified because Jeff and his buddies have been talking about getting me silicone breast implants. So my undeveloped chest looks more like cunt tits. I have seen some dudes with flabby chests that look rather like girl titties, and I really don't want that. I know my chest is not developed and I don't have six pack abs. I now wish I had worked out more. If I had gone to the gym and developed my body, none of this would have happened. I look like a wimp,so I was treated like one. And when Jeff saw me staring at his big dick, well, it ruined my life forever. I know now, no matter what happens, I shall never fully recover from this abuse, which the jocks think is all in fun.
Oh yes, Jeff says he is sick of shelling out money for my upkeep. The fact that I hand my monthly check from my dad over to him, doesn't seem to enter into it. Jeff decided that I needed gainful employment. So he and some other jocks arranged it for me. What is my job? I clean toilets. I clean toilets in five bars around town. Two jock sports bars, one dirty grungy gay bar that someone knew somebody at, and two ghetto black taverns. At the straight sports bars, I clean both the women's and men's room. The other places only have men's rooms. The good part of all of this is that I get to wear clothing. I am given a ripped torn tee shirt and a pair of tight high riding jeans, which are much to short and don't even reach my ankles. I am also given flip flops. At least it is something.
The bad part is, that I have to use my tongue. That is correct. You heard me right. I have to clean the toilets with my tongue. I have to lick out the urinals and lick the toilet bowls. I have to lick the floor around the toilets. The bathrooms have to be spotless when I finish, or I am punished. Do you know where the toilets are the filthiest? In the men's room of the straight sports bars. They jocks are so drunk there, they piss all over the floor and everywhere. The place reeks. Caked yellow piss stains are really difficult to get off porcelain, especially when all you have to use is your tongue. Can you imagine how sore and raw my tongue gets? To give my tongue some relief, Jeff told me I could also use my dick! I have to rub my dick on the pissy porcelain to clean it. I have to hump the toilets like a dog in heat, to clean them with my dick, balls and mouth. The gay bar is actually the cleanest toilet. The two African American taverns are pretty dirty, and the black thugs who drink there seem to like to hawk gobs of spit into the urinals and onto the floor. I of course must lick these up. Also if I find a clogged urinal, I have to drink all the stale piss out of the urinal before I lick it clean. If I find an unflushed toilet...well, I can't even tell you what I have to do. It is not even human. How can someone like Jeff, who is popular and charming and handsome, think of such disgusting things for me to do. AND PLEASE TELL ME, WHY DOES HE SEEM TO ENJOY IT SO FUCKING MUCH? I swear to God, at parties, he walks me around naked on a leash, like I am his pet. The jocks all think it is hysterically funny. Some of the girls are offended or embarrassed, but they don't dare say anything, or they might not get any jock dick! And you know how girls need jock dick. They are nuts for it. They can't live without it.
I'll bet you never thought a major university today could have this kind of activity going on. Well, you'd be wrong. Jeff has shown me news articles of this kind of thing at other campuses. And he has told me some other jocks on our campus have personal faggot slaves and they are going to get us together to put on some nice holiday entertainment for them. I begged Jeff to allow me to go home for Christmas, but he told me no, they had some fun things planned for me. Sometimes, Jeff can be nice to me. When he is sitting in his chair in his room studying for a test, totally bare assed and comfortable with his muscular body, and I am kneeling between his legs, gently licking his big fat balls and wrist thick dick, sometimes he will reach down and pet my head or ruffle my hair. He will gently remind me what a lucky faggot I am to get to lick his fat cock clean after he fucks some cunt. How fortunate I am to be able to lick his feet and pits and asshole. He tells me most faggots would give anything to have such a chance. To be able to suck on his dirty jock straps and underpants. To be fucked in my faggot asspussy by huge jock penises. He reminds me how lucky I am when he feeds me the pre-fuck slime from his dick, the dirt from under his toe nails, and the boogers from his nose. He has a kind of fascination about watching me eat the dirt from his body. "Eat it!" he will say in that mellow baritone voice of his. And he smiles as I eat the lint from his belly button, or the snot from his nose. And they always say, "You like that, don't you?" after they make me do some horribly disgusting act. "You like that don't you?" And of course I abhor it. It sickens and revolts me, but them saying that, seems to increase their fun somehow.
"We are running low on toilet paper, so why don't you lick my shitty ass clean? You like that, don't you?"
"Here is my girlfriend's bloody tampon. She is having her period. Suck it clean. You like that, don't you?"
"I have got a terrible cold. Let me blow my nose in your mouth. You like that, don't you?"
"Let's see if I can shove this pencil all the way up your pisshole. You like that, don't you?"
"Jack has been drinking like a pig and scarfing down pizza and he vomited all over the lounge floor. Go and lick it up! You like that don't you?"
"Jesus, I haven't cleaned out my foreskin in a week. Lick out all that head cheese. You like that, don't you?"
And so it goes on. Somebody please help me!
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