>>> My name is Ryan. I am nineteen now and I am the personal faggot slave to a bunch of jocks at at well known Midwestern University. Some of you have read my story up to now, but for the rest of you, here is a quick account of how my horror started. I am smooth bodied and small of stature. I am a Freshman and was still eighteen years old, rather naive and shy. Let me make this perfectly clear to you, I was and am still straight. Although I must admit, I hardly know what that means anymore. I made a simple mistake. A really simple mistake and it ruined my life forever. Let this be a lesson to all of you guys out there. Don't cross college jocks! I know geeks and 'sensitive boys' may be popular nowadays, but let me tell you, jocks still rule. A chick would still rather have the hard fat dick of a jock fucking her than the medium sized prick of a geek, any day. I had this crush on this one girl in school. I used to see her at the campus fieldhouse swimming pool. It got to the point I would hang around there more and more. Then one day I saw her flirting with this really popular jock on campus, Jeff! I saw that she kept looking down at the bulge in his swimsuit while she chatted with him. I got so fucking jealous.

>>> A short time later, I was showering and wishing I had a buff body like Jeff and the other jocks. I wish I had a huge dick like Jeff. Stories were everywhere on campus about the number of girls he fucked, and about what a mean ruthless fucker he was. He was legendary. Even though his reputation was that he was brutal and rough and often sadistic with the girls, they still flocked to him. It was well known that a chick had to suck his dick on the first date and get fucked on the second.

>>> I was in the shower thinking about all of this, when lo and behold who walks in but Jeff himself. He strips off his trunks and I get a look at his huge hunk of fuckmeat. I saw at once that it was abnormally thick even in its flaccid state. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. AND THAT WAS MY MISTAKE. I repeat, I am not queer, I was just wishing I had a body and a dick like Jeff's so the girls would want me. Well, he caught me staring at his prick, and assumed I was a fucking faggot.

>>> Along with his buddy Derek who manages the pool, they turned me into their personal Cocksucker faggot slave. The term cocksucker is misleading. Actually, they fuck my poor ripped ass as much as they make me suck dick. They have totally taken over and ruined my entire life. They cash the checks my parents send me and keep the money. They make me crawl around the dorm floor bare assed naked, and now I am forced to suck the dicks of every jock on the floor and sometimes jocks from other floors or dorms as well. I suck an average of twenty to twenty-five dicks a day. I get fucked from ten to fifteen times a day. My ass is so sore that I scream in pain when I take a shit, and Jeff and the others think that is hysterically funny.

>>> I tried to escape. I tried to call the police and to run away, but each time, they found out, and my punishment was unspeakable. The last time I tried to run away...to quite school and go home, they tired me naked in the utility room behind the boys toilet in one of the school buildings. They ran a hose from the toilet drain pipe to my mouth. I had to spend two days, eating all the shit that came down the toilet, not to mention drinking the piss. If I didn't keep eating and swallowing, I would choke and die. It was a busy building, and hundreds of students and teachers shit in the toilet and into my mouth in the two days, of course having no idea that they were shitting into a tube connected to my mouth. I almost died. I was out of my mind and hysterical when they took me off the tube. I was so grateful to be released, I sucked the shit right out of Jeff's asshole. I thanked him as I ate his stinking, soft shit turds.

>>> I learned my lesson. Now I behave. I sleep in a wire dog cage in Jeff's room. He thinks it is hysterically funny. He is so sure of his sexuality, that all of this doesn't phase or bother him at all. I mean, keeping a naked kid in his room. His buddies all think it is really funny too. I sleep with a twelve inch rubber dildo up my ass. Let me remind you that my ass was virgin until the incident at the pool that changed my life. One simple incident. One wrong move, and the life of a nineteen year old boy is ruined forever. You can imagine how the twelve inch dildo hurts in my cunt. (I am required to refer to my asshole as my cunt at all times.) But Jeff insists that I am ready for something larger and promises to buy me a fifteen inch one this weekend. Of course my cunt muscles are rined. I can hardly hold my own shit in, and often it just drops out of my hole. That causes much laughter and of course I have to eat it.

>>> I swear to God, I never had any idea life could be so cruel. Prisoners of war are treated much better than I am. They keep saying if I am a good girl and do everything they want, they will son release me. That is my only hope. These jocks hate faggots and wish they all were dead. They take out that hatred on me.

>>> At co-ed parties I am forced to masturbate in front of guys and girls. I must masturbate for hours without shooting. If I shoot, I am punished. they stick thumb tacks in the soles of my feet and in my dick stalk and ball bag.

>>> Sometimes they tie a pretty pink or blue bow around my dick and that is my costume for the party. I have to serve drinks to guys and their female dates dressed in only a bow. Ofen the party ends with me forced to suck the cum out of the girls' pussies after the jocks fuck them.

>>> Let me tell you about some of the games the jocks play with me. I am blindfolded and I have to lick the heads of the cocks of about ten or twelve jocks. I have to identify the jock by the taste of his dickhead. If I get it wrong, they beat my scrotum with rulers until my balls are swollen the size of softballs. How the fuck can I tell whose dick it is by just licking the dickhead? It's impossible. But they don't care. I mean some of the dicks taste like soap, others like sweat, others like piss. I never get it right, and they know that. They enjoy torturing me. They play the same game with me licking the ball sacks of the jocks. I have to identify each jock by his ballsack. This is a bit easier as guys have different sized nutsacks, and some are more hairy than others. But I still get a fair share wrong. Now they have started a game where blindfolded, I have to stick my tongue up the asshole of a jock and tell which jock it is by tasting the inside of his rectum. They think all of this is too funny for words. I often have to suck on Jeff's ass while he does his homework or talks to some chick on the phone.

>>> They put my dick into a waffle maker and plugged it in. I had to recite the full names of all the guys in the dorm and tell their erect dick sizes before the waffle iron heated up and burned my dick to pieces.

>>> Part of my daily job is to suck clean the sweaty filthy jock straps of every guy in the dorm. They throw them into a basket. I have to suck the stains and stinking sweat out of the prick pouches, and if I don't do a perfect job, I am punished. I also have to suck clean the underpants of several of the guys. To get the skid marks out, I have to chew and suck and really work the cotton material.

>>> For most meals I eat canned dog food. It is always covered with jock spit or snot, loaded with buggers. Sometimes guys will piss on the food or jerk off on it, and now and then some shit will be mixed in with the food. "For variety" Jeff says.

>>> Through all of this, I am still forced to go to classes, and if my grades drop, I am whipped with wide leather belts. For attending classes, I must wear a tight pink tee shirt, that shows my entire belly, and very tight white gym shorts and flip flops. My shorts are so tight that ever line and bulge of my dick clearly shows. Even the crack of my ass is on display. Teachers think I am some kind of freak or slightly demented kid, but as long as my grades are good, what can they say? The kids all laugh and call me names.

>>> Between classes I am made to lick clean the boys' toilets in most of the buildings where my classes are held, the Library, and the student union. I have the taste of dick or piss or shit in my mouth so much that I have grown used to it. I know I should try to go to the police, but I am too scared. They even threatened to go after my family members if I am not a "good little faggot!"

>>> I wouldn't care if this kind of stuff was done to a real faggot, but the horror is that I am not a faggotl I am a normal American kid. I love girls. I want a girlfriend. I want to fuck girls, not get fucked in the asshole every single day by muscular sweaty jocks and then be made to lick their dirty dicks clean. I also have to spend some time in the crapper licking the shitty asses of the jocks clean when jeff removes the toilet paper. Thankfully this only happens two or three times a week. All the guys in the dorm treat me like some kind of animal. They kick me as they walk by. When I am in the shower room, I need to crawl around and lick the dicks of the jocks showering. Some of them just go ahead and piss on my face. I am then required to tilt my head back and open my mouth to receive the fresh hot piss.

>> What keeps me going? Several things. They promise to release me. They are normal healthy college boys who will graduate and go on to become husbands and fathers with respectable jobs. How will they look back on this? If I do go to the police, Jeff tells me the police will think I am just a fucking faggot and treat me even worse than they do. This is probably true. I am so confused, I don't know what to do. Now I have to lick Jeff's feet while he watches tv, and suck on his toes. His buddies will probably come around for a food licking too, and that will lead to cocksucking or ass fucking. But this happens all the time. I am fucked almost once an hour when I am in the dorms. In the middle of the night, some Jock will come and get me from my cage to lick the cunt slop of his dick that he just fucked his girlfriend with. I have to say, I never realized how big some of the dicks on these jocks are. I am so ashamed of mine. Jeff and Peter and Derek and Chad, Jesus their cocks are enormous. They hurt like hell when they fuck me, and when have to suck on them, my mouth stretches so much I think it will tear. They make me look at their naked dicks all the time. I have to memorize what they look like and write love letters to them. They have printed out photos of their dicks and hung them in my cage. I have to kiss them and pray to them and everthing. It is so fucking sick. My entire world is cock! I have included some photos so you know this is all true.

>> Ryan

 I have just come back from shower duty. It is Saturday morning. Part of my morning duties include me kneeling naked of course at the entrance to the dorm floor shower. 

The various college dudes who live on Jeff's floor  come down to the shower room in the morning wearing towels around their waists or boxer shorts. Every size and shape of dude. 

Some muscular, some wimpy. Some fat, some thin, some tall, some short. As they reach me, they drop their towels or slip off their underpants. They chat with each other about sports or school, or games on their ipods,  or some chick they are fucking or want to fuck. This is about all college guys talk about. I am naked on the cement floor at their feet. Before they go into the shower to wash off the sweat of the previous night, I lift up my head and lick their ball sacks and dangling dicks. That's right! My job is to lick their sweaty balls and cocks before they shower! Some guys sweat and stink more in the morning than others. Some still have cunt slime and dried cum on their pricks from fucking their girlfriends the previous evening.  It doesn't matter. I have to give each guy a good dick and scrotum cleaning with my tongue. 

    At first some of the guys thought it was gross, and others made a big joke out of it. But now, they pretty much all accept it. Guys from other floors even come up to our floor to shower, just so they can get a nut bath from my tongue. Let's face it, straight guys love to get their balls licked. Sometimes there is a line of guys waiting and chatting. If the dude I am currently working on, scrotum licking for all my worth, lifts his leg, it means he also wants his ass crack and hole licked. I am not allowed to refuse. This takes extra time of course, especially since I don't dare lick an ass crack and hole without sticking my tongue fully up inside the asshole. Some guys will patiently sit on the benches in the shower room waiting for their turn. Some of them want a more complete body licking including armpits and feet. So They have to wait until the line thins a bit. Outside the shower room there is a clipboard. If any guy feels I have not done a good enough job licking him, he writes his complaint on the clipboard, and I am punished by Jeff and Derek. Most guys write me up, just because they want to see me hurt and abused.  

     I hate it the most when I can smell a girl's ass on the dick I am licking. I know then that the dude fucked his chick in the ass the previous night and didn't wash his dick afterward I also hate it when some guy has just taken his morning dump before showering, the shit in his anal tract is still moist and the smell and taste really gross. 

     So here I am at nineteen years of age. Some of you have written to me asking why I didn't run away. Why I didn't just report these guys to the police. Well let me tell you, I tried. Believe me I tried and it just made things worse. First of all, you know Jeff threatened my family and little brother if I don't comply with his sick orders. He owns me.  Secondly, so many kids in the school will gladly lie for him and go against me. They think the whole thing is hysterically funny. I found out I am not the only Freshman slave on campus, but more about that later. 

     A few weeks ago, I decided I couldn't take it any more.  This was after a night when I was fucked in the ass fifteen times. My asshole was so sore it went numb on me, and my guts burned. I was certain there was permanent damage. Let me remind you that when these jocks fuck, they fuck damned hard! This is no gentle lovemaking. These guys slam their  fat dicks up my ass as roughly and hard as they can! They call me a fucking faggot and try to hurt me.  Let me remind you also that I am not a faggot, but a straight boy who has been caught up in a terrible situation.  

      Anyway, I tried to escape. I had no clothes, so I resolved to escape naked. Imagine how embarrassing this was, but it was better than staying a dorm slave and being forced to eat dog food covered in jock piss. One late afternoon, when most of the guys were in class, or playing sports, or sleeping, and I was supposed to be cleaning dirty jock straps with my mouth, I put my plan into action. Did you ever suck a filthy sweaty jock strap belonging to another guy clean? Can you imagine how gross it is? I have never denied since day one that Jeff has a magnificent dick. It is beautiful. I understand why the girls love it. It was his dick that got me into this mess. I admired it one day in the shower, and he caught me looking at it.  But still, to have to  lick his pissy, cummy, sweat stained, jock strap pouch  is totally disgusting. He says I should love the fact that the pouch held his sweaty fuckmeat. I should cherish the opportunity to suck it and thirty or so other jock straps clean. I find it revolting. I want to puke. 

        So I decided to make my break. Once out of the dorm, I would be totally naked outside on campus. I had to first get some clothes, and then get to the campus police somehow. When I went to classes, I was watched so escape was impossible.  But this was my chance.  I started to scramble naked through a first floor window, and then one of the Dorm jocks spotted me. But he didn't pull me out and beat the shit out of me which was what I expected. No, instead he slammed the window down on my body, leaving me trapped half in and half out of the window. My naked ass was hanging out for any passing girls or guys to see. I heard laughter and knew that a group was gathering to laugh at me and make fun of my predicament. Then some of the jocks from my dorm joined in. They told everyone that I was a campus faggot and was caught peeking into the Boys' Dorm trying to see naked guys in the shower. Inside the house, one of the jocks pretended to be helping  me try to get lose from the window, but actually he had unzipped and was feeding me his dick. Outside, one of the jocks had produced a frat paddle and announced to the gang of kids gathered, that I needed to be punished for running around campus bare assed, peeping on jocks. So they started to beat my ass with the paddle. I was crying as I sucked dick inside  while my ass cheeks burned with pain on the outside. 

       Not just guys, but girls as well, girls I perhaps at one time dreamed of dating, beat my naked ass with the paddle and with their bare hands.  My ass was hot and red from the beating. Some of them slapped my hanging balls. This became the new sport. The jock in my mouth pulled out and shot his load all over my face. His jizz mixed with my tears.  Know that somebody out there reading this must feel sorry for me. Surly not everyone can think I am a wimpy little faggot who deserves what he got.  

      Jeff was called and in due course showed up. First he came inside and slapped my face and then gobbed so much spit onto my face, it ran from my chin like a waterfall. Other jocks started to spit in my face. Then Jeff went outside and produced a wooden ruler and proceeded to whack my scrotum with that. The pain was so horrible I passed out, and the jocks inside slapped my face with their now hard dicks to awaken me. They pulled a shade down so the kids outside could not see what they were doing, and they lined up for blow jobs. I HATE SUCKING DICK. I TELL YOU, I HATE IT. I CANNOT STAND IT. I HATE THE WAY DICKS SMELL, AND I HATE THE WAY THEY TASTE. SOME DAYS I HAVE TO SUCK TWENTY  TO THIRTY DICKS IN ONE DAY.  Jeff takes me down to the field house sometimes to suck off the whole swim team, or wrestling team, or football team. Twice now I swallowed so much cum, they had to take me to the campus clinic to get my stomach pumped. They announce to everyone there that "the faggot sucked so much dick, he is sick from it." 

 I tried to explain that it wasn't my fault, not my idea, but one stern look from Jeff just shut me up. I can't take any more pain and abuse. 

       So anyway, there I was stuck in the window. Eventually the campus police did show up. Jeff warned me that if I reported their behavior, things would go horribly not only for me, but for my family as well. I knew he was serious, so what could I say?  I was ordered to report to the Dean. 

       And here is where things get really sick.  All dressed up and smiling like an idiot, I showed up at his office. Jeff and Derek had beaten me pretty seriously that day, warning me that if I said anything to implicate them, worse was yet to come. They had beaten the soles of my feet with sticks until I could hardly walk. They had shoved bottles up my asshole and sandpapered my nipples and dick head. They told me that if I said anything at all to the Dean, they would make sure I ate nothing but shit for a week solid. They meant it too. I have had to eat their shit upon occasion. They think it is especially funny. I want to die. 

       So I was to tell the Dean that I am a fucking homosexual faggot who was trying to sneak into the dorm to look at the jocks in the shower. 

        Dean Stevens is a nice looking, well built middle aged man. He has an understanding nature, at least that is what I thought.  He offered me a chair and studied me with his dark eyes.  

      "Ryan, we have many homosexuals on campus. We are a liberal school. We have organizations for your kind. We even have a gay fraternity.  Why can't you keep your salacious activity among your own kind? I can understand your desire to look at the penises of straight males. I know there is a kind of thrill there to look at dicks that fuck girls. I understand that it makes your own cock hard and makes you drool. But do you think the straight boys in our school enjoy having some cocksucker homosexual  sneaking around  trying to get a look at their fuckmeat? Imagine how they feel. These are normal boys who enjoy fucking cunt. I am speaking bluntly to you because it is the only kind of language you queers understand." 

        I wanted to protest that I was not queer. That I had been forced into this whole thing, but I couldn't. I sat in the chair with a stupid grin on my face, trembling in fear and anger. 

       "If you need straight dick so badly, why don't you just show a little courage and just ask some of the jocks if perhaps you could suck their dicks for them. Perhaps you could ask them politely if they might want to fuck your faggot ass. Most of them will be disgusted and probably beat the shit out of you, but you might find one or two who would help you out. Or hang around with other campus faggots. Suck the dicks of other fags and get ass fucked by them. That should make you happy. I know that for someone like you, it is not nearly as enjoyable sucking faggot cock as it is slurping on the fat dick of a straight jock. But we all have to make compromises in life. You know, I was seriously considering expelling you from the school..." 

       For a moment my heart leapt. If I were kicked out, I would be away from Jeff and Derek and the others. I would be free. I could go to school someplace else. 

        "But Jeff and Derek and some of our leading athletes feel really sorry for you. They say it is not your fault you are a disgusting cocksucking faggot. They say in these times of change, we need to be tolerant of filthy homo's like you. And they have prevailed upon me  to keep you here.  Jeff, bless his soul, who is one of the best athletes and students we have ever had here, has even offered to serve as your mentor. He will guide and aid you in this difficult time. They are making arrangements for you to stay in the dorm with them, where they can help you in your sexual and emotional struggles. And who knows Ryan, you may even get some first class straight dick if you are lucky."

        Now Dean Stevens stood and came around his desk. And to my shock and surprise, he started to take off his clothes. 

        "Jeff has implored me to be more understanding with sick motherfucking faggots like you. Personally, I would have you all kicked right out of school. But then I'm old fashioned. Kids like Jeff have more modern ideas. Take off your clothes, Ryan." 

         I blinked.  "What, Sir?"

         "Take off your clothes. I am a married man with three kids. I have a very large dick. I have decided to take pity on you and allow you to suck my dick. Don't deny that you want to. Jeff said you would try that coy shit. I know you are hungry for my big fat straight cock. So I am going to feed it to you. Out of the kindness of my heart, I am going to allow you to suck my cock and swallow my cum. But I can't do it with you clothed, that would be demaning and disrespectful toward me. So strip bare assed naked and get on your knees like the fucking homo-slut you are." 

         I blinked the tears out of my eyes and shook my head.  "I won't do it."  I said. 

        "Of course you will do it, or I will send letters to your family and high school, and church that you are a cocksucking fairy faggot who was arrested peeking at jock cock. I will tell the newspapers that you suck dick and take it up the ass. You will be destroyed for life. Your family will be mocked and laughed at. You will bring shame to your father and mother. Now strip off your clothes and suck my dick, Fuckface!" 

         IT WAS JUST ANOTHER DICK AFTER ALL. WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT ME? THAT I AM GETTING USED TO COCKSUCKING? THAT I AM GETTING USED TO BE BING A FAGGOT SLAVE? I PRAY TO GOD NOT, BUT I FEAR IT IS TRUE. 

      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! 

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!

   Well, it's almost Christmas and everyone except me is really excited.  I feel like shit. Jeff told me I can't go home for Christmas, and that they have lots of fun activities planned for me. That means humiliation, degradation and sick painful sex. How can I ever escape from this life of pain and torment? What can I do? My only hope is that they might grow tried of using me and go on to someone else. I have to come to think that it all kind of escalated by accident. At the start, the jocks had no intention of using me like some kind of fuckhole. That incident with Jeff in the shower room just kind of exploded into me having to give him a blow job, and then other guys, and then they made me their blowjob slave and then they started enjoying seeing me in pain and discomfort. And the more the guys laughed and the more the girls laughed, the more they enjoyed destroying me. I guess I must be kind of weak and submissive not to have found some way to get out of this. But please remember before you judge me too harshly, that they did threaten my little brother and family if I did not comply. I have no doubt they can be ruthless when they want to. I have seen them go out for a night of fag bashing. In fact that is a bit what this mail is about. I will get to that in a minute.  But, I just wanted to write that I did indeed try to tell the Dean at the school about the abuse, and then he started to abuse me too! What can I do? I have no money as I must give it all to Jeff. I have no clothing except what they give me. They make me eat dog food, covered in their snot and spit. I crawl naked like an animal around the dorm. Can you imagine what that does to a guy? Can you imagine what that has done to me? And to have a job licking the toilets and urinals clean in various bars around the city. And to have to turn over my paychecks to Jeff.  Who can live like this?  I am still young and should have a life, but I am treated worse than any animal.  I am also worried about my tits. They make me pull on them and they twist them, telling me they want me to have tits like a cunt. Again,I ask you, how can supposedly normal college jocks behave in such a manner?

    Well, the Christmas parties have started. At one party I was chained bare ass naked out on the back porch of the Frat house. The jocks were really slamming down the alcohol, and soon, a number of them got sick. Well, that was when I was put to use. I was used all night as a vomit dump! You heard me. I had to open my mouth and let the jocks puke into my mouth! Of course they would spew all over my face as well, and soon I was covered in vomit. This went on all night, and many of the jocks came out and stuck fingers down their throats so that they could puke on purpose, just to try vomiting in my mouth. I had to swallow it all of course. This made me sick and I puked, and then I had to lick that up. You can imagine the fun this caused for the boys and their dates. At another party, some chick got the idea that the jocks should be milked to make a nice milkshake for me.  All the guys were jerked off into a glass until it was brimming full of cum, and then I had to drink it all down. Have you ever drunken a full glass of sperm? It is so totally gross, I can't even write about it. They called it a special treat for me.

    Well, what I wanted to tell you about was this sixteen year old high school kid. At one of the parties, Jeff introduced this sixteen year old high school guy. They had gotten him really drunk. He didn't know what he was doing. They said he was queer, but I don't know if he really was or if they were just saying that to abuse him. He swore he was not queer.  When he was really drink, they pantsed him so he was bare assed from the waist down. Then they tied his hands and legs so he was pretty immobile. Then they put a rope around his dick and balls. The kid was pretty well hung, bigger than I am. But I know, I am pretty small compared to jocks and real studs and stuff.  Then they told me they wanted me to put on a show for them. A whole bunch of guys and girls gathered in bedroom where they had put the kid, who was bleary eyed and half crying to be let go and stuff. They ordered me to suck on his dick until it got a hard on. this was not easy, cause he was scared and so his prick didn't want to erect. But finally it did, and then with the rope on his balls and cock, it would not go down. They made me lick the dick up and down like a lollipop and lick and suck on the large ball sack. They laughed and drank and took pictures with their cellphone cams.  Jeff asked how my little brother would like to see a photo like that.  Then Jeff ordered me to eat out the kid's asshole. The kid wasn't particularly dirty, but he had not cleaned himself for an experience like this. I mean, he had no intention of having some dude lick out his ass, so it was sweaty and you know, a bit rank. Still, I had no choice, and I had done worse. I stuck my face down between the kid's ass cheeks and licked his hole. Then I shoved my tongue in and out of his asshole. The guys and gals at the party cheered me on, yelling for me to get my tongue further and further up the asshole.

    Then Jeff yelled, "Come on, Ryan, suck a turd out of his ass!"  He grabbed the kid by the hair and yanked his head up and spit in the boy's face. The teenager was pretty fucking freaked out. Jeff told him he could go home if he would first take a shit in my mouth! The kids at the party screamed with laughter. Jeff told them that I was learning how to eat shit and lick shitty asses to save on toilet paper at the dorm. This was true! More and more of the guys have been making me lick their shitty asses clean after they dump.  I know what you must think of me. How can I do such a thing. Well, let me ask you, what choice do I have? Yes it is gross. It is the grossest thing I have ever done. It is revolting and disgusting and I can't get the taste of shit out of my mouth! I hate and loathe myself for doing it. MY life as a normal teen is ruined forever. But what can I do?

    So there I am at the party with my mouth sealed to this sixteen year old drunken boy's asshole and he is grunting and trying to shit into my mouth so they will let him go home. The gang of college kids is chanting and clapping for him to shit! I am crying and sucking on his young moist, sweaty asshole. Could I ever consider having a normal sexual relationship with a girl, after knowing what I have done? Knowing that I have sucked male asshole!  Oh God, what is to become of me?

     Eventually, Jeff reached down and pressed on the boy's stomach to help him shit. He grunted and I felt the tip of a turd on my tongue. The kid's cheered.  The boy grunted again and about two inches of shit log entered my mouth. Masculine hands held my head still so the boy could continue his shit. The turd squeezed from the asshole into my mouth. Jeff ordered me not to chew it but just hold it in my mouth, so they could all see it.

    Look please at the photos of myself that I have sent you over the past weeks. Am I really such a useless wimp that I deserve this? I know I am not big and muscular. I know I am kind of a dweeb, but I have a cute face and I am not bad looking. Why should I be singled out for such abuse and torture? There I was, kneeling behind the ass of this sixteen year old high school boy, with his shit log sticking out of my mouth. I felt lower than any animal. I had been reduced to a fucking toilet.

     I was forced to turn to show all the guys and girls in the room, the turd sticking out of my mouth. then, Jeff ordered me to chew and swallow the shit! It tasted chalky and bitter and foul. But the smell was worse than the actual taste. Twice I almost puked it up, but I knew I would only have to lick up the shit puke then as well.

     After I swallowed the turd, I was made to return to the boy's ass and lick and suck it out. I had to eat more turd, as he had more shit coming out now, and then lick the rectum and  asshole.  Then I was ordered to fuck the teenage boy in the ass. He cried and begged to be allowed to go home. He was pretty freaked out. Jeff ordered me to fuck the boy's ass hard. He told me if I did not fuck it hard enough. They would shove baseball bats up both of our asses. I don't doubt they meant it, so I rammed my dick up the ass of this innocent kid. I knew I was now ruining him for life. I mean he would never forget that he was assfucked like some faggot. He would never get over it, and that is exactly what Jeff and his buddies wanted. They loved to ruin other people. They enjoyed destroying innocence.  I had been innocent, and now look at me.  And the worst part of it was, I enjoyed it!

      Oh, I know how that sounds. What a fucking animal I had become. But for weeks, I had been on the receiving end. For weeks on end, guys had fucked my ass and forced me to give them blow jobs. I now had a chance to dominate, to control. I slammed my dick as hard as I could up the teenage boy's rectum. I spit in his face as I fucked him, and the jocks and their dates cheered me on. I reached out and pushed up the kid's shirt and twisted and tugged on his nipples. He screamed in pain. I squeezed and tugged on his swollen tied up balls and dick. I fucked that boy ass like a jack rabbit, sharp, hard fuck thrusts.

     "Pull out and shoot on his face!"  Jeff ordered. And I wanted to! I WANTED TO! I ripped my dick from his raped ass and crawled up so I could unload my jizz all over his sixteen year old

pretty teenage boy face. I splattered it with cum. He sobbed and started to pray to God out loud. This made everyone laugh even more. My balls were really full from not cumming in so long, and I covered his face in fuck batter!

    "Now piss on him. Piss on his face!"

      I relaxed my gut so my piss could gush out all over the boy's innocent face. I knelt over the face of this teenage kid and took a piss! The room went wild.My piss formed little lakes on either side of his face as it soaked the pillow and bed sheet. My piss mixed with the cum and created rivers and streams of slime! The boy started to puke. 

     "Kiss him. Kiss him with your shitty mouth, Ryan!"  Jeff ordered. I didn't even think twice. I thrust my face into the face of this young boy and licked some of my piss and cum up with my shitty tongue, and then pushed it between his vomiting lips. Shit and piss and cum and puke all mixed together as I tongue kissed the kid. I was out of my mind, and the party was going nuts.

The whole room spun around me. guys walked up to the bed and started pissing on us, while I kissed the boy. Piss arced up over our bodies and splattered down on us like a rain storm. I was  feeding the boy his own shit with my tongue as I kissed him. Snot ran from my nose and mixed in with the shit and piss and cum and puke. The kid bucked and bounced on the bed like a wild animal, and I rode him. I was out of my own mind with lust and the need to hurt someone else...to get back at the world for all that had happened to me.

      And then Jeff threw the baseball bat onto the bed!

      "Come on, Ryan, shove it up his cunt!" He yelled into my ear over the din of the screaming crowd. 

      The teenage boy was sobbing uncontrollably, shit and snot and cum running from his mouth, spurts of puke shooting up like a fountain.

       I grabbed the bat. "I am really sorry, kid, but you don't say no to Jeff. Not ever!"  I put the narrow end of the bat to the boy's rectum and pushed. I shoved eight inches of baseball bat up the teenage boy ass in one thrust. I thought the kid would go through the ceiling. He actually almost levitated off the bed. His screams drowned out the yells of the partying college kids.

I fucked his ass brutally with the baseball bat. I was crying and laughing a the same time, spit and shit and piss and cum and snot dripping from my chin and running down over my chest.

I saw that the boy's eyes were rolling up in his head, so I slapped him a few times to keep him alert.

     "Come on, Ryan, use the thick end of the bat!" Jeff yelled, mauling the tits of his date for the evening.

      I roughly ripped the bat from the kid's new formed cunt, reversed it and slammed the fat end of the club as hard as I could up into the ripped open rectum. How and I why I had become such a monster, I will never know. I and I will carry that night and what I did  with me to my grave. I was scared I guess, that if I didn't comply, the same thing and worse perhaps would be done to me. BUT DID I HAVE TO ENJOY IT?  Why? I fucked the shitty bat into the boy's asshole, up into his guts as hard as I could! Thank God I didn't kill the kid. I easily might have,  I was so out of it.

       "Now leave the bat up the Twat and crawl up and shit on his face!"  Jeff screamed in drunken lust.

       I did! I did it.  I remember the kid begging me not to hurt him anymore. I remember his stomach fluttering with the baseball bat sticking out of his stretched open asshole. I remember squatting over his face and depositing lumps of runny shit all over his young face.

        "Now shit kiss him some more. Show us what a filthy fuck animal you are, Ryan!"

         I plunged down and kissed the boy, slopping shit into his mouth and down his gagging throat.

          I don't know what happened to the boy. Eventually the jocks at the party started to fuck their girlfriends, and I crawled up in a corner and sobbed. I don't even know who cleaned up the shit covered bed. For once I was not made to do it. Eventually a leash was put around my neck, and I crawled out to one of the cars where I was put in the trunk and driven back to the dorm.