The Campus Field House had a certain sound as well as a certain smell. The smell was of sweat mixed with soap and showers. It was the smell of unwashed jock straps wet towels. The sound was the echo of bouncing basketballs, squash balls, and tennis balls. At one end of the large central court, Six tall black men were shooting hoops. Three were dressed in body hugging sweat soaked tee shirts, while the other three were topless. Sweat sprayed from their lean muscular bodies as they flung themselves to and fro after the ball. Tallest and most muscular of all was Taylor Woodson. He was dressed in nothing but small white gym shorts that were soaked at the crotch and ass with sweat, and athletic shoes and socks. Sweat dripped from his wiry armpit hair and ran in rivulets down between his pecs over his belly and into his crotch hair. In the tight white shorts, his ass looked hard and muscular, and beneath the jock strap and cotton shorts, his negro fuckmeat looked enormous.
Caleb limped across the gym floor toward the black men. Caleb's ass hurt so badly he had trouble walking. Every step was agony. The cute college Freshman looked like a little boy next to the tall black athletes. Taylor tossed the ball to a teammate and turned his head toward Caleb. Beads of sweat rand down his dark face and dripped from his chin. "Cocksucker!" He shouted to Caleb, loud enough that the other guys stopped to stare. "Go into the locker room and wait for us!" Then he went back to the game. Caleb wanted to protest, to say something, to make up some excuse why he could not stay to service the negro and his friends, but he was ignored, so he turned and limped into the locker room.
Here, the smell was stronger, and the sound was of clanging locker doors and the spray of the showers. Caleb, for some reason, always felt awkward in locker rooms. He didn't like the easy, naked camaraderie of jocks. He felt nervous and shy. Perhaps this was another sign of his emerging submissiveness. Perhaps he had been submissive by nature all along and simply never knew it. A totally naked jock crossed him padding on bare feet toward a row of lockers. The jock was blond and six-feet three inches tall. He was well muscled and had a huge thick dick that swung when he walked and slapped his thighs. Caleb wanted to look away, but it was as if he were hypnotized. He thought about all the cock he had been made to lick and suck in the last few weeks, and he couldn't help but wonder what the the huge fuckmeat of this jock would smell and taste like. What had happened to him? What had Mark and the others done to him? A sudden burning in his teenage ass hole reminded him of some of the things he had been forced to undergo...sick, perverted things.
The blond jock got to his locker and stood with his back to Caleb. The abused submissive boy studied the ass slabs on the athlete and imagine himself on his knees face buried between the globe hunks, licking the jock's asshole. He had been forced to do so much of this recently, that the thought no longer even repulsed him. It was just a task he had to perform. It was almost like he was meant to do this. How? How could this have happened to him, a normal healthy heterosexual teenage boy? The oddest thing was that, as Caleb watched the jock drying his fucker and balls and ass, the boy's dick began to thicken and twitch, and the pain in his ass throbbed. A small compact college boy, also totally naked, brushed passed Caleb and went to a nearby locker. This dude was only about five feet eight inches tall, but he had a nicely toned body. Caleb was struck by the large nipples on the kid's well formed pecs. Then Caleb let his eyes drift down across the black hair covered stomach to the not very long but quite fat fucker that dangled over a full round, hairy scrotum. The kid caught Caleb staring.
"See something you like, Faggot?" the naked jock asked.
"Ah...what? No... I mean...I wasn't..." Caleb lowered his eyes.
"You were looking at my junk. Looking at it and if I am not mistaken, drooling a little!" The kid's fat stubby fucker twitched a bit and seemed to grow and inch or two. He laughed and put one foot up on the bench, which further accentuated the male meat and fucksack.
"No, I...I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something. You are mistaken, I wasn't staring at you." Caleb wanted to run, but how could he?
"Listen, I've had faggots drool over my dick before. No big deal. We had a faggot in our dorm last semester that sucked all of us!" The kid smiled and scratched his balls, which jiggled and danced.
Jesus! Caleb was reminded of his own situation in the dorm. He had been forced by Mark to become the dorm cocksucker!
"You want to smell my dick and balls? I just showered. Nice soapy dick and balls stink!"
"Ah...no thanks. You're mistaken, I wasn't looking at you. I'm not...a..." "Got a problem with the faggot?" The deep voice of the blond giant across the way cut through the locker room. It seemed to bounce off the walls.
"Yeah, he's drooling for my dick, but doesn't want to admit it. I told him he could have a free smell!" the dark haired athlete laughed and rubbed a towel through his curls.
"Go on Faggot. He's offered to let you smell his fucker and nuts for free. Take advantage of it!" The blond jock had slipped on a pair of light blue boxer briefs. His meat looked obscenely large in the tight undies. Caleb felt like he was hallucinating.
"Ah, no thanks, I'm just waiting for someone. I eh..."
"Yeah, waiting for someone. Dudes don't just wait for someone in the locker room. Admit it, Faggot, you are trolling! Looking for some juicy dick, right?"
It was a fucking unending nightmare. Everywhere that Caleb went, he was forced to commit degrading, filthy acts. Why? Was it written on his forehead or something? He stood there, looking from one jock to the other, not knowing what to do.
"Go on, Faggot, get on your knees and smell my buddy's dick and balls!" the blond reiterated. As if hypnotized, Caleb sank to his knees. One hand on the wooden bench, he knelt there, defeated, looking across at the dark haired college student standing totally naked at his locker.
"I don't really want to...there's been a mistake...I..." words didn't form, sounds couldn't come out. Caleb was trembling.
The dark haired jock laughed. "You don't really think I'm going to come over to you, do you? You think I'd walk over to a cocksucker faggot? Oh no, girlie, you crawl on over here." Crawl? Had the naked athlete said crawl?
"Snap to it, Cuntmouth!" the blond college student barked, and obediently, Caleb crawled. He crawled across the wet locker room floor. On hands and knees he crawled toward the naked boy.
"STOP!" the blond giant shouted, and Caleb stopped. "Why not crawl on your stomach, and while you are crawling lick up the puddles of water from all those naked feet?"
Caleb lifted his cute head to stare at the blond jock. He wanted to plead, to beg for mercy. He wanted to find some excuse to get out of this new degrading situation. He wanted to explain that he was already abused and humiliated non-stop, that he had just come from a doctor who had shoved a cunt stretcher up his asshole in front of a group of students, but he knew it would do no good. There would be no sympathy for him.
The blond grinned and leaned over at the waist, his muscled rippling. "Down on your tummy and lick as you crawl!"
Caleb sank onto his stomach, his tee shirt at once soaked from the wet floor. He began to slither toward the bare-assed dark haired boy, whose fuckmeat seemed to be growing by the second. It now stood out partially erect a good six inches with plenty of wrinkles to yet be unfolded. The ball sack hung low and full, and seemed to have a life of it's own. Each nut seemed to move independently of the other. The fleshy scrotum was sprinkled with black hair. Hair also trailed between the kid's legs and ran up his ass crack. He looked to be about twenty years old.
Caleb suddenly felt a naked foot on the back of his neck. The bare foot gently but insistently pushed Caleb's face into the tiled floor. It was the blond athlete. "You are forgetting to lick the floor clean. Dozens of guys have walked with their bare feet across this floor this morning." The large bare foot pushed Caleb's nose and cheek into the floor. The boy turned his head to relieve the pressure, and found his nose and lips rubbing up against the blond dude's toes. The muscle man forced his bare toes into Caleb's mouth. He wiggled his toes and pushed deeper and deeper into Caleb's now gagging mouth. Then he pulled out. Caleb began at once to lick the wet floor. To escape the blond bully, he pulled himself on his stomach toward the dark haired kid, lapping at the puddles of water on the floor.
I know there are many of you out there who shake your heads and mutter, "How disgusting! I would never be forced to do something like that..." but if you were indeed trapped in Caleb's situation and doubting your own self worth, how low might you sink? Caleb reached the black haired kid. The boy stood with one foot up on the bench. His fuck meat was now a good seven inches long and throbbing to beat the band.
"Come on up and get a good smell!" the kid grinned. Caleb pulled himself up onto the bench. His face was right at the height of the kid's swollen circumcised pick and testicles.
Caleb trembled with fear and stress. He pretended to take a sniff. "Oh come on, Faggot, you can do better than that. Don't be afraid to get your face right in there, so you can get a good whiff of my cuntstuffer and bag! The black haired handsome dude put one hand on the back of Caleb's head and brought it in, forcing the teen's face right into the erect, pulsing dick and swollen sack. "Now let's hear you really inhale that dick smell!"
Caleb breathed in. He smelled soap and also cock. A cock never ever totally loses its unique smell. He smelled the jock's nutsack. His face was pushed right into the ball bag. For almost two minutes, he was held there, smelling the dick and balls.
"You like that, huh? Do you love my genital stink? Too bad I showered first. If I had known, I would have let you smell me before I showered. Or too bad you couldn't have smelled me last night right after I finished fucking my girlfriend. Then you could have had cock and cunt smell! " "Pleeth...I can't breattthhhh..." Poor Caleb's face was mashed right into the jock's dick and balls. The dick was leaking pre-fuck all over Caleb's hair.
"Hey, Derek, maybe he wants to smell your ass too? Do you think he wants to smell your asshole?" the blond offered.
"How about it, Faggot, do you want to smell my asshole?" The jock grabbed Caleb's head and swung one leg over the boy, flipped him over,...then he pressed his ass crack down on the teenager's cute young face. The blond, seeing that his buddy was having a bit of trouble with the faggot, moved in to help. He held Caleb still, while the dark haired kid, spread his own ass cheeks and situated his asshole right down on Caleb's nose and mouth.
"Come on...smell! Smell that asshole! Smell that fresh ripe jock asshole! Poor Caleb felt his nose wedged right into the tight asshole pucker. The ass hair got tangled in the boy's teeth. The blond stud held Caleb immobile, while the dark haired kid bounced on the boy's face. Then, just as Caleb thought he would pass out, the kid rose up a little, letting Caleb's nose withdraw from the asshole. "I've got an idea. Let me feel some tongue up there. Stick your tongue way up my shithole!"
Caleb's legs flopped about like fish out of water, as the blond bully held his torso still, and the dark haired jock forced his ass back down on the boy's face. Caleb stuck out his tongue and pushed it against the rosebud asshole. His whole face smelled like ass!
"Get your fucking tongue up there, Faggot!" The kid screamed, and Caleb forced his tongue deep into the soft pliant flesh of the kid's rectum. Ass juice coated Caleb's tongue. The kid grunted and farted right into the boy's mouth.
'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" The deep voice of Taylor Woodson cut through the humid atmosphere of the locker room. He stood there with five other tall black men, stinking of sweat, staring at the sight. "Is that cock hungry faggot at it again?"