Chapter 14
We were discussing the scene in "The Prince of Tides" when the main character got raped by an escaped convict. Sammy had an outburst: "That must have hurt so damn bad! The doctor stuck his finger up my butt when I had a physical this summer and it was awful! Just a finger! Damn, that's one thing I don't understand about gay guys. How can you guys take it up the ass like that?"
When he asked his question he looked right at me. So did the Prof. There was no secret that I'm a fag. She speaks, "would you be comfortable giving Sammy an answer to his question?" she asks me.
I blush like crazy. "Well, I haven't had much experience but I know that what's described in the chapter would be an awful thing for anyone. You can't just shove it right in. That's why prison rapes are so horrible. I was able to take it myself because the guy I was with spent a lot of time getting me to relax, gently probing with fingers, opening me up. Then it was a lot easier and even though it hurt like hell at first, it quickly began to be pleasurable. And I guess if it happens all the time it must get easier and easier but I'm not speaking from experience."
"Yet." Some guy in the room shouts out the word and after a pause to see how I'll react, as soon as I start to giggle the whole class breaks into hysterics.
After things calm down, Prof Williams changes the subject. "Tell me about the mother. What did you think when you read about her reaction? And the conversation moved away from getting fucked, much to my relief. By the time class was over I wasn't blushing any longer. But goddam! If anyone ever had told me that I'd be sitting in a college classroom explaining about getting fucked, I would never have believed it. Just wait until I tell Tyler! I still remember the night when he cleaned me out to get fucked but then ended up just fucking my face. I must confess that now I thinking about how much I want him to take me all the way. But I hope it's not at the Inferno.
After class this guy comes to me and says hello. "I'm the one who called out the word YET," he told me. His name is Stuart. "I was okay with that. In fact, I was the one laughing the most. You spoke the truth. It'll be happening soon and probably often."
"Good for you," says Stuart. "I admire your courage and the smooth way you spoke about it. I think I'm gay but I have no idea what I'm gonna do about it."
"You know there's a gay organization on campus, the Gay Student Alliance?" I asked him. He didn't know, so I told him about it and gave him the name of the person running it.
"Do you go to their meetings?"
"No. I'm much deeper into the scene and I'm actually kind of seeing someone so I don't have time for those meetings. A lot of people go to them just because they're curious or still not sure—just like you. It will probably help a lot and who knows, you might end up meeting someone there who is willing to be your first, if that's what you decide you want."
"How did you meet the guy you're with?"
"I met him at a club I go to. It's a club for guys who are into things that most gay men aren't into. Have you ever heard of BDSM?"
"Yes. Kind of freaks me out."
"That's the way a lot of people react to it. It's not the kind of place you should go to. There are several good gay clubs in the area. Go to one of the GSA meetings and you can get all that information. And if you have any other questions, I'll be glad to answer them if I can."
"Hey, thanks so much. I'll probably take you up on it. I'm gonna give that guy a call about that GSA group. Sounds like a good way to get to meet other people like me."
"Sure is. A lot of freshmen still haven't figured out their sexuality. You're not alone. I'm the one who's the exception. It's a long story about how I got involved. Maybe we can have coffee some time and I'll tell you about it. Gotta run now, though." We say goodbye and I head to the dining hall for lunch.
When I get in line for my food, this big guy built like a weight-lifter is before me. He pays for his food and says something to the cashier as he gives her his money. I go to pay and she tells me that the guy before me paid for me. That's strange. When I get out of line, he's standing there waiting for me. I go to thank him but before I say anything he waves me off and asks me to come sit with him, so, being submissive and him being so big, of course, I do what he asks.
Once we get seated he tells me that he's seen me at the Inferno and he's a friend of Hank's. Wow. I never noticed him before and I'm surprised that I didn't. "I was watching you the other night. You were being an obvious slut for Daddies, sucking them off and then letting them cuddle you. Is that your usual scene?"
"No, not at all. There's another guy at the club who's starting to kind of `train' me and that's what he wanted me to do that night. He says he wants me to become a slut for cock. I'm not really into old guys, but I did what he told me and I learned something from the experience." "What did you learn if I may ask?"
"I learned that it doesn't matter a guy's age or what he looks like. Cocks are cocks and some men have awesome cocks even though they're not attractive to me. Never would have realized that."
"Can you tell me who's telling you what to do there?"
"It's a real nice guy. His name is Tyler."
"Oh sure, I know Tyler. Yeah, he is a nice guy. Very kinky from what I've heard, but he usually doesn't get into anything at the club. Just walks around making friends and watching the action. Funny. I've never known him to take an interest in any of the subs there. I'm surprised at what you're telling me."
"Just goes to show: we never really know what anyone's story is unless they tell us."
"so what's your story, kid?" he asks me. By the way, my name's David,"
"Well, David, I need a Master to take charge of me. I've always been submissive. I was with one guy for a while who was really turning me on, but then it turned out that all he wanted was some piece of ass to invite over whenever he was in the mood. I want more than that, I think." "Like some kind of exclusive relationship?"
"yes. 24/7 in fact."
"Wow. If you ask me, and I know you didn't, I suspect you'd be better off with a FWB arrangement. At least then you'd have the freedom to so more experimenting. That's a heavy situation you're talking about, especially for someone as young as you. You're a freshman, right?"
"Yes, I am. You might be right, David. Sometimes I regret that I decided to quit things with Bobby. That's the guy who was working me over."
"Well you could always contact him and let him know you decided to be available to him if he ever wanted you again. But now, it makes sense, what Tyler's doing with you. A good sub really has to become a slut, but usually at a Master's bidding. I can see why a cocksucker like you would be turned on by being, um, . . `encouraged' to suck off anyone who wants you, no matter what they look like or what their situation. So tell me, what did you feel like after spending a night doing what you were doing?"
"Dirty as fuck."
"is that how you want to feel? Were you feeling guilty about the way you'd behaved?"
"No, not really. I'm exploring things and I don't regret anything I did. Most of the guys I serviced that night were really nice with me after I sucked them off. A couple of them really wanted to get affectionate, hugging and kissing and treating me like their little boy. Then I'd try to get away from them as soon as I could."
"You didn't go for being treated that way?"
"Not at all. I'd much rather have been spanked than cuddled."
He chuckles. "I see. So if I spank your ass, you'll give me a good bj? I promise I won't try to cuddle you. Just treat you like the slut you say you wanna be."
"Wow. Well, like I said, I'm submissive. So if you want to use me that way, you can, David."
"Do you have another class today?"
"Not until 3."
David picks up his phone and sends a text to someone."I'm texting my roommate to see if I can have the room alone until then. If he says yes, I want you to come with me, boy. That's an order."
"Yes, Sir. Sure. You can have me if you want me. Anything you want." He phone pings. He reads the text.
"We're all set, slut. Let's go." He gets up from the table and I follow him. Damn he's big. Damn he's hot. Damn his hands are huge. What am I getting into?"
His dorm isn't too far from the dining hall. We go up to the third floor.
On the way, I tell him that I'm impressed with how nice the dorm is. "I'm a senior. We get the best housing. Mostly jocks in this dorm, so be cool. I don't want to give myself away. Some of the guys here would not take kindly to knowing they're living with fags."
"Got it." His room is at the end of the hallway. There's a number 39 on the door. He opens the door and lets me enter first and as I do he grabs the back of my ass then kicks the door shut behind him. It's a big room and has two queen-size beds in it and a couple chairs. The room's very neat and there are a couple of sports posters on the walls, all hot guys, all shirtless.
"Nice room David."
"Thanks. But the room will look a lot nicer if there's a naked slut cocksucker displaying himself to me. And call me Sir from now on." "Yes, Sir." I strip down. He sits on a couch and watches me.
"Good boy. Put your hands on your head so I can check you out up close." I do so, saying nothing. He stands close and runs his big hands over my body, then encircles my junk and pulls on it a bit. "Shit, boy, with a little dick like that it makes sense you'd want to service bigger cocks. I'm surprised that Tyler hasn't caged you yet."
"He hasn't said anything about that. I don't think I'll let any guy cage me unless he plans to keep me around."
"But you never know, kid, what you might end up doing when the guy is right and the mood is right."
"The first guy I was with, Bobby, caged me sometimes, but only when we were together. Tyler hasn't said anything about that, but he does tell me sometimes that I'm not allowed to jerk off the night he sees me." David smiles at me and starts to stroke my dick. "Oh, poor baby. If you were mine, you'd be caged 24/7 and would never get to cum. That would really make you horny for dick."
I start to groan. "You're making me horny for your dick now, Sir."
"I'm glad. But first I think you need to be punished for being such a slut the other night." He moves to the center of the couch. "Get down here. Lay over my lap and show my your ass, boy. You like being called names?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. I'm gonna make your ass good and sore, faggot. Let's see how much you can take."
He rubs his hand over my ass and I do my best to raise it high. Wham! He lays a hard spank on me and I grunt. "You need a warm-up, slut?"
"Nnnno, SSSssir," I gasp as he hits me a second time. Actually I know a warmup would be good, but I decide I'm just gonna surrender to whatever he wants and take as much as I can. After just a few hits he has me writhing on his lap and crying out.
"SSShhh!" he says. "Get down on the floor on all fours. Crawl over and pick up one of your socks in your mouth, faggot. Gotta fucking gag you before you attract too much attention." While I'm doing as he says, he goes and turns on some music and sets it pretty loud. It's heave metal, so the sound of a good thrashing will just blend in with the music. "Keep that fucking sock in your mouth, boy. If you drop it I'm gonna use my strap on your ass. Now drop your head down and raise your ass as high as you can, faggot. Let your Master David give you the thrashing you fucking deserve for being such a slut."
I do what he says and he starts in on me again until I can't stand it no longer. With one shot I cry out loud and the sock falls from my mouth. "I fucking warned you, bitch!" he says. He opens his belt and pulls it out of his pants. He doubles it over and tells me "I'm giving you ten shots then we're done. Pick up the sock again first."
I do what he says and he starts in. Actually the strap doesn't hurt as much as his huge hand, so I can take it without crying out too much, but there are tears running down my face once he's done. Then he takes his foot and pushes me over so I'm all the way down on the floor and curled up. "You look so pitiable like that, boy, a whipped faggot down on the floor where it belongs!" He toys with me with the boots he's wearing, kicks my balls lightly and just works me over, getting me to kind of roll around. He laughs as he's doing it. "Oh yeah, man. This is how a slut like you deserves to be treated. You look hot down there all welted and weeping."
He sits back on the couch and drops his pants. HI hard cock stands tall. Long and thick and hard. "Get yourself up here faggot and suck me off like you did those old dudes at the club!" he commands and I eagerly go after his meat with my hands and I put my mouth over the end of it. He's not cut, so I play with his foreskin with my tongue. Not my most favorite thing to do, but who am I to complain? Actually I find it more humiliating to have to work with an uncut dick. Fortunately, he's clean all over.
"Okay, boy, Take me in your mouth as far as you possibly can. Swallow my big hard hog, cocksucker!"
He's so fucking cute when he talks mean at me! I work him as best I can, and to show how serious about it I can be, I make sure he hears me gagging on his fat doink.
"Yeah, faggot! Gag on my cock. Show me how much you need it!"
It takes quite a while and I'm really tired by the time he finally cums and shoots a big salty load into my mouth and orders me to swallow it all. I have to take his swollen cock out of my mouth before I can, but after I do, I go to lick him clean but he backs away. "No way. Too sensitive now. Why don't you be a good faggot and go down and lick my boots with your cum-soaked tongue?
I get down and as I lick his boots I wrap my hands around his legs and hold on. He's breathing heavy and sits all the way back enjoying the sight. "Yeah, faggot. Show me how low you are," he says. Finally, I've had enough and I back off, waiting to see if it will be okay with him. Turns out it is. "That's a good boy. Tyler's going to be very pleased with you."
I stay down on the floor but it's painful to try to sit so I kind of kneel up. He reaches down and takes me by the hand and pulls me up and onto the couch with him. He starts playing with my nipples. "Your nipples are made for a Dom's fingers, boy. They're gonna invite lots of attention."
I pull away. "I know, but not now, please. I think I've had it."
"Shit, faggot. Give me those fucking nipples or I'm gonna spank you some more. Put your hands behind your head."
I'm about to object, but shit, my inner sub refuses to let me. I do what he says, feeling very vulnerable indeed. But he surprises me. With one hand he plays with my nipple, and with the other hand he strokes my cock. Soon I cry out and cum all over his hand!
"Lick my fucking hand clean like a good pig," he commands, and it takes a lot for me to obey after my orgasm. "I know it's harder for you to do this because I just milked you dry. That's too fucking bad. Clean my hand off, slut, and we'll call it a day."
And so, I turn off my mind and greedily lick up all my own cum from his hand and fingers until he's satisfied. Then he says, "Lay on the couch on your stomach. I have some cream I can put on your sore ass." He's so fucking nice and gentle, the way he does this. He talks quietly to me. "You're a good boy and you're gonna makes someone a good slave, that's for sure. "I hope Tyler decides to keep you. He'd be good for you."
"I do too, Sir. I really like him. He hasn't taken me home for himself yet, though. He says I still have more to learn."
"Well I can't imagine what he has in mind, that's for sure. You're a hot little number. I hope I can get another crack at you sometime."
"Well as of now, I try not to turn anyone down. I don't know how long that will last, though."
"Well, kid, I'll put in a good word to Tyler for you. But you gotta practice taking big cocks. Maybe even with dildoes."
I say nothing. He gives me permission to put my clothes on and even helps me a bit. He looks at his watch. "It's 2:45. You better get going."
I finish getting dressed and say "thank you, Sir, for disciplining me and letting me have your cock."
"You're welcome, slaveboy. Remember me when you have to sit down in class now."
"Oh yes, Sir. I sure will."
And I leave David's room and make my way to my next class. Enough experience for one day. Definitely not going out tonight, unless Tyler has other plans.
Please write me and let me know what you think of this new story. subkodak25@gmail.com
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023 Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023
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