DILLON'S MISTAKE COSTS HIM -- CHAPTER THREE
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Keefer - Blond, mid-westerner, football scholarship, freckles across nose and shoulders, 6' tall, big cut cock
Dillon - 5'8", in shape, gymastics jock, dark hair, hairy chest and body, good sized cock
Jason - 5'9", muscular, dark hair, football jock, really fat cock, 6.5", really big, purple head
Big Red - 6'2", football jock, ginger, hairy with freckles, hairy big balls, cut 7" cock, thick, but not as thick as Jason's
Jerome - 6'4", black, hairy, huge 10" un-cut cock with really big, low hanging hairy balls, hairy chest and pits, huge hands,
Matt - 6', blond, hairy, jacked body, very hairy ass, tattoos
Derek - 6'2", 260 lbs, dark haired, pretty smooth body, big belly, big round smooth ass
Dillon was naked, on his knees when the door opened.
Again.
Only, this time his lips were puffy from sucking cock, his face was stained with tears and cum, his eyes were red from huffing poppers, and he was about to suck his third, and biggest cock, as Jerome stood to his side, jacking his enormous ten incher.
"Don't let us interrupt," Keefer said. "This ought to be a good show."
Jerome moved to in front of Dillon as Big Red stepped aside, sitting down on Keefer's bed, his jeans still open, his half-hard cock jutting out. Jason, already re-dressed, made his way to the door. "I'd love to stay and watch you cunt him out," he said to Jerome, "But I need to get to the tutor. Coach has warned me if I don't keep my grades up..." And, he was out the door.
Keefer went to his desk and checked his computer. He saw it was still recording from two angles, as he'd set it up. He grabbed a water bottle, the same one he'd left on Dillon's desk, and refilled it from a new bottle, adding a second pulverized Cialis and adding a hit of ecstasy. Keeping Dillon hard was part of his plan to fully cow the boy, fully break him and turn him into a cock whore, just like he'd done with Mason, back home. That boy made him a lot of money, sucking off jocks from three different high schools, taking it up the ass as much as he could book it. This was college, now. He was betting Dillon would make him even more money. He had designs on setting him up on an online site, featuring hidden cam sex, as well. He figured on keeping the boy naked and busy, non-stop; filling his mouth and ass with as much cock as he could take. The ecstasy would take a few minutes to kick in, he'd be taking Jerome's big cock down his throat by then. And, then they'd work on opening his ass for a thorough coring.
Poor Dillon, totally unaware he was being set-up, confused at his throbbing erection in the face of his being whored out by his roommate, his head buzzed by the poppers, his mouth tasting of jizz, as Keefer handed him the fresh water bottle. "Drink up. Can't have you getting dehydrated." Dillon didn't pay enough attention to see the cloudiness of the drink, and with his mouth tasting like sperm, he didn't notice the strange taste. He just gulped down the water.
Above him, Jerome stood, slowly stroking his magnificent cock, the head beaded with pre-cum that ran from the tip to the floor in a thin strand. He waited for Dillon to finish the water, aware it was spiked. He and Keefer were partners in this.
"Okay, bitch," the big black athlete said as he palmed Dillon's head with one hand, aiming his cock at the boy's mouth with the other. "We're gonna go slow. And, yo0u're gonna keep your teeth off of my cock. But understand, you're gonna take it all. Now, open up for me."
Keefer sitting at his desk, Big Red and one of the new guys, Matt, on Keefer's bed, the other new guy, Derek on Dillon's bed, all watched as Jerome's huge cockhead disappeared in Dillon's mouth. "There you go. Take that dick. Clean that cock snot off, and work it with your faggot tongue." Jerome made him huff more poppers, and held his head with both hands as Dillon got lost in his task, moaning around the big head in his mouth, and the mild, now familiar taste of per-cum, as it oozed out of the big black dick in his mouth. Soon enough, Jerome started to feed the boy more of his fat dick meat, working his hips, slow fucking the boy's mouth.
Keefer used his phone camera to get close-up video of Dillon's mouth stretched around the big black pole. "So good," Jerome cooed. "Such a good cock sucker. Yeah. Go down on that big black dick." He fed him more poppers, and more cock. "Look up at me while you suck my cock," he instructed. And, as Dillon looked up, he could see his pupils dilated, his eyes turning glassy. "Suck a good faggot. You like that big dick stretching your mouth wide?"
Dillon was getting lost; his world devolving into the sensations and tastes of the big dick now sawing half way in and out of his mouth, the head pushing at his throat. His eyes wouldn't focus, but he kept looking up at the muscular giant standing over him, face fucking him. He took in Jerome's six-pack abs, his big pecs covered in a carpet of black, curly hair. He stared up into the stud's dark brown eyes, his mind shutting out the rest of the room, concentrating on the big cock now pushing to get into his throat, and the hands on either side of his head, holding him, keeping his mouth still, and the husky bass sound of the big jock's voice. "That's it. Suck that cock, bitch. Show Jerome what a good cocksucker you are. Open that throat up for me. Come on." Tears ran down his cheeks, and he gagged as he tried, but Jerome wouldn't let him pull back. He choked, sputtering spit around the big cock, drooling snot from his nose. And, still Jerome kept fucking his face. "Come on. Open up for me," the big jock urged. "You throated Jason and Dusty, you can throat Jerome. Open your throat wide."
The drug cocktail was taking effect. Jerome could see it. He could feel it in the boy's performance. He was almost there. Jerome fed him more poppers. "Aw," Jerome winked at Keefer, "his little boy clit is so hard. Sucking my cock's got the little bitch in heat." The room broke out in laughs.
"This is so sick," said Matt, watching as Jerome's cock pushed past Dillon's resistance, pushing down into his throat, causing him to choke, his lips sputtering around Jerome's cock as he choked up throat slime that ran down his chin and chest. The boy's face was bright red now, his nose running slime, his eyes flowing with tears, struggling to push at Jerome's thighs to get much needed air. Jerome held him there, his cock three quarters down the boy's throat, then pulled all the way out, as Dillon gasped for breath, choking up more slime.
"You're okay. You're okay," Jerome tried to calm him. "Breathe. That's a good bitch. Such a nice tight throat. Yeah. You ready to take it all?"
To everyone's surprise, looking up, opening his mouth, Dillon said, "Yes, Sir."
Keefer leaned in and fed the boy more poppers. "You gonna throat that big black cock like a good little faggot? Is that what you want? Tell me."
"More cock. Please, Sir. I'll do better."
Jerome didn't hesitate. He wanted to keep the momentum up. Placing the head of his cock at the boy's lips, making eye contact, "Take a big breath," he told the boy before plunging his cock all the way down the boy's throat. Dillon's face scrunched up, looking like he was going to gag, but he managed to control it. He pulled his teeth back, and concentrated on opening his throat around the big meat pole. He felt the flared ridge of the head as it pushed down into his throat, then felt the coarse black pubes on his face, his nose buried in Jerome's bush.
Jerome held him there a beat, before he started to pull out, leaving just his head in Dillon's mouth before sinking back down. He did this slowly, again and again, telling the boy when to breathe in more air, establishing a rhythm, throat fucking the gymnast on his knees, now slowly stroking his own cock while he let the big football player skull fuck him.
"I'm gonna cum down your throat," Jerome warned him. "Gonna feed you my little black babies." Dillon was taking the big cock well, gagging here and there, but controlling it. When he felt Jerome's big cockhead expand in his throat, and then belch out a big globule of warm jock sperm he felt a sense of pride at having taken it. After three pulses, Jerome pulled back, letting the boy taste his cum, letting it fill his mouth til he swallowed it.
As the big stud pulled his softening cock from the boy's mouth Dillon knelt there, his body covered in spit, throat slime and sweat, as he looked up, his mind lost in his drug stupor lust. He looked from one jock to the other, his eyes always taking in their bulging crotches.
"Fucking sick faggot," Matt said again.
"I'm not a faggot," the boy protested, his voice husky, as his throat was sore from being stretched and fucked by three thick cocks; his mind so fogged, it took him awhile to find words. "I'm straight," he protested.
Keefer got up and moved in front of Dillon. "Yeah, I know. Straight. How many cocks have you sucked today?" Dillon had trouble focusing. Keefer repeated, "How many dicks have you had in your mouth today?" Keefer stood so his crotch was right in front of Dillon, bulging with his now hard cock.
"That's not fair," he said, his head wobbling. "You made me do it."
"I wasn't even here. How many cocks have been in your mouth today?"
"Five...no, no," Dillon tried hard to focus. "Three," he finally said. "Three," then added, "I sucked a big black cock." Dillon's eyes kept wandering, but always came back to Keefer's bulge.
"And did they all cum in your mouth?"
"Yes," Dillon said, defeated.
"Sounds pretty gay to me," Keefer continued. "I mean, if you just sucked one guy off, you might say you were experimenting. But, three guys. Definitely a faggot." Keefer looked around to his buddies. "Right guys?"
"A definite fag," Matt said.
"Yup. Total Fag." Big Red.
"I'm not gay," Dillon proceeded to protest.
"Then, why, sitting here with your puffy cock sucking lips, cum all over your face, three loads of cum in your gullet, do you have a raging hardon?"
Dillon looked down at his throbbing dick, as if noticing it for the first time. He looked up, staring straight at Keefer's bulge, then drew his eyes up to his roomie's face. "Please," he said, in a whine, "I don't want to be gay."
"Should have thought about that before you sucked my cock." Keefer started to rub his dick through his jeans. Dillon's eyes zeroed in. Reflexively, he licked his lips, his eyes locked as Keefer unbuttoned his jeans, then slowly pulled his zipper down. He was going commando, and his blond pubes stuck out of his zipper as Dillon watched attentively. As the fat root of his roommate's cock came into view, creamy white with blue veins tracing down, Dillon again licked his lips, a small dribble of drool moving down his chin. "You want my cock?"
Dillon looked from the cock to Keefer's face, back down, back up. "You're gonna have to beg for it."
Dillon warred with himself, inside his head. His body, and his cock were telling him one thing, but his mind tried to reject it. But, in his drug addled state, he had little will power to resist. "Please," Dillon whispered.
"Please what? Say it."
"Please."
"Ask for it."
Dillon's head swiveled, his eyes raking over all the jock's faces before returning to Keefer's crotch. "Please," he said again. "Please...let me...suck your cock."
"I might let you suck it some. Just to get it nice and hard. And wet. But, I think it's time we move your transition to the next level."
Dillon looked confused, his eyes going back and forth. Face. Crotch. Face. Crotch. As Dillon opened his jeans some more, the musky smell of his crotch hit Dillon's face, enveloping him. Keefer smiled as he saw Dillon inhale, his face leaning toward his open zipper.
"Tell me again what you want."
As if in a trance, Dillon said, his voice barely audible, "Your cock."
"So, you admit you're a faggot cocksucker? Say it. Go on. Let us hear you say it, and I'll let you suck my cock."
He tried to fight it. Dillon didn't want to say the words. It was too much. But, his eyes glued to the root of Keefer's cock, a bit more showing as Keefer let his jeans fall down his narrow hips, in a weak voice, Dillon said, "Yes. I'm a faggot cocksucker." Then added, "Please."
"Are you a pussy boy?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I'm a pussy boy."
"If I let you suck my dick you have to let me fuck your pussy."
Dillon tried to follow what Keefer was saying, but he couldn't take his mind off his cock. He needed to taste that cock; needed to feel it in his mouth.
"Will you let me fuck your pussy?" Keefer repeated. He could see the boy's confusion; his fear. He almost felt sorry for him, knowing how addled his head would be for the Cialis and the ecstasy and all the poppers. "Let me make it easy for you. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to shove my raw cock up your ass, with nothing but spit and precum for lube. I'm going to core our your cunt and turn you into a pussy boy, then my buddies here are each going to breed you."
"No." The fear in the boy's eyes was palpable. "No. I don't want to be fucked. Please. No."
"It's going to happen, whether you want it or not. And," Keefer paused, getting the boy's full attention, holding his eyes. "It's going to hurt like hell when I dick you. It's going to hurt when I rip open your cunt and take your manhood away from you. After I inseminate you with my sperm, I will own you. Your mouth. Your ass. Your body. Your mind."
Dillon sat back on his heels, tears streaming down his face. "Please don't do this to me. Don't turn me into a bitch. I'm not gay."
"No," Keefer said, actually feeling sorry for the boy. "You're not gay. Which makes this all the more enjoyable. It's no fun fucking a gay boy. They roll over easily. Ripping out your anal virginity, and with it your manhood...well, it's like winning a prize fight, conquering a worthy opponent. I'm going to forever change your life with my dick."
Dillon just sat there, utterly defeated already, as Keefer pushed his jeans down and off, his cock, long and thick, with it's big swollen mushroom head bobbed just a couple inches from Dillon's mouth, instantly grabbing the boy's attention. "Okay, girl," Keefer let that set in, seeing Dillon wince at his choice of pronoun. "If I were you, I'd work hard to get that cock as hard and wet as I could. Make it drool precum like a faucet. It'll be less agonizing when it pushes up, deep inside you." Keefer took a step forward so that his cockhead sat on Dillon's bottom lip. "Suck!"
Somebody held the poppers to Dillon's nose as his lips opened and closed around Keefer's cockhead. Automatically, he inhaled. They did each nostril three times, til the boy's lips were halfway down Keefer's shaft. "That's a good girl. Suck Daddy's cock, girl. Get it nice and wet for your pussy." And, Dillon, his mind resolved to his fate, slobbered and sucked noisily on Keefer's magnificent cock.
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