Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 19:18:09 -0800
From: Pete in Los Angeles <sailboyla@hotmail.com>
Subject: dorm-domination-10

Dorm Domination
Chapter 10
The Wrestling Match
by SailboyLA@hotmail.com

Disclaimers:

* Don't read this if it's illegal to read this where you live.
* This is a story about men having (raunchy, cumeating, ass rimming, and
very satisfying) sex. If you don't want to read this, go elsewhere.
* The characters aren't having safe sex because this is fantasy. Please use
condoms when you have sex in the real world.
* Post this story freely and widely, but please include my email credit if
you do.

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>From Chapter 8:

"Will you fuck me? Or can I eat your ass? Please?," Tucker begged.

"Man - look what you've done," Coleman said to Mike, whose turn it was to
smirk. "Later, my bitch. We have to go to this call first," Coleman told
Tucker. Tucker grinned and licked some cum off his lips, from where I don't
know.

We all got dressed, and Paul, Mike and I watched as the ambulance sped away
with lights and sirens blaring. Paul spanked my ass once, then got on his
bike and rode away. Mike and I walked back to our dorm room. Several
students stared at my cum stained face as we walked through the lobby and
took the elevator.

"You did very well today, bitch," Mike said. "I didn't know if you could
deliver that Zak asslick to me, and you did well. No sex tonight, but you
will suck my cock gently until I go to sleep. We've had a long day, and you
will need your energy for tomorrow, when we discuss the rest of your
punishment." I fell asleep, nuzzling Mike's cock and balls, the smell of
Tucker's ass still strong, and wondering what lay in store for me tomorrow.

* * * * *
Chapter 10 - The Wrestling Match

I awoke early, and Mike was already gone. I pressed my nose into the sheets
where his body had lain, and it smelled faintly of Mike. There was a note on
his pillow.

"Cunt," it read. "Report to me today at the gym at noon SHARP. It's time you
paid me back. For your own protection, get your ass ready for a long fuck
before you get there. Wear my oldest jock, the one with all of the dried cum
in it. I'll explain the rest when you get here." It was signed, "The Man
whose cock is your responsibility."

I showered, and felt clean for the first time in days. I almost didn't wash
my face - I could still smell Tucker's ass from yesterday - but decided I
better be ready for anything Mike had in mind for me. I stuck a soapy finger
up my ass, and cleaned my hole as best I could. Little did I know that by
the end of the day, it would be filthier than it had ever been.

On the way to class, I passed by a group of guys wearing their frat letters
- Sigma Nu, of course. Zak wasn't with them. I wondered what happened to
that guy after Mike raped him. As I was looking for Zak, I didn't notice the
guy standing in the center. It was Coleman. As I passed by, he pointed to
me, said something to his frat brothers, and then bucked his hips in a
fucking motion. I was too far away to hear exactly what he said, but I heard
the group laugh as I passed. One guy yelled to me, "Hey, faggot! You, in the
blue shirt. We know what you are, cockwhore. We've got a couple of loads
waiting to feed you." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him grab his
sizable crotch lewdly. Several people standing near by looked at me, in my
blue shirt. I put my head down, trying my best to ignore them, and walking
faster. My bright red face proved my guilt to anyone who was paying
attention. The brothers laughed again, and I noticed that my cock was hard.

Zak wasn't in class today. I waited in the back, and was curious to hear
what had happened to him. The minutes ticked by, faster than I wanted. Nate
sat several rows ahead of me. He saw me watching, and stuck his finger down
the crack of his ass towards his hole, then brought his finger up and
sniffed it. I could tell his cock was hard in his pants. My stomach was
rolling in anticipation of what Mike was to have me do. My cock wouldn't go
down.

As I headed out of class, Nate caught up with me. "Where are you headed?,"
he asked.

"I'm going over to the gym," I told him. "Mike has something he wants me to
do."

"You're such a pathetic cumslut," Nate said. "Can't get enough cock inside
of you. Hey - isn't the wrestling tournament today? I wanted to see that.
There are some pretty hot guys on our wrestling team."

"I don't know about any match," I told him. "Mike's on the team, and my old
roommate, Doug. Both of them are pretty much studs who get whatever they
want."

"Awesome," Nate said. "I'll have to watch the match. Ask Mike if I can come
to the locker room sometime. I'd love to see those studs get naked."

"I'll do that," I said as we got to the gym. I went to the back entrance,
the one Mike and Coach had told me to use. I had been in a few times to
learn my way around the locker room, but hadn't seen the whole team yet. I
had been looking forward to the first practice, and now it was the main
event - a wrestling match on our campus.

When I got to the door to the locker room, Mike was standing there. His
masculinity took my breath away once again. He stood there, in his wrestling
singlet, his huge chest sticking out, hair sticking out from his armpit,
rapping tape around his wrist, looking like a young porn star. His crotch
bulged, and I could see the outline of his cock and balls. Mike told me he
liked to be half to full hard when he wrestled. He said the size of his cock
intimidated the guys he wrestled with. It made my mouth water.

"Change into this, whore," he said. He threw me what turned out to be a pair
of short shorts - almost like runner's shorts - and a t-shirt that said
"Wrestling Team Servant" on the front and "Satisfying all the needs of the
Wrestling Team" on the back. As I pulled on the shorts, they were skin
tight, and my balls hung down a little in the cum stained jock.

"I didn't tell you to keep your jock on," Mike said, grabbing my jaw and
squeezing tightly. "Is all that cum eating making you dumber, you worthless
twat? Because I can stop feeding you what you need."

"No!," I pleaded. "I'm sorry! I'll take my jock off. I'm sorry! I forgot."

Mike's mouth slowly changed from an angry sneer to an amused smirk. "Good
faggot. Don't make me have to correct you again. This is your punishment
day, after all."

I pulled the shorts and underwear off, and pulled the shorts back on. My
balls were clearly visible, hanging below the shorts. My cock - hard now,
and I was sure hard for most of the day - poked above the waist of my
shorts. The t-shirt was also tight, and hid nothing.

"You look good," Mike said, eyeing me up and down. "The boys are gonna like
you. Follow me."

I followed him through the locker room and to the door which led to the gym.
Even before we got to the door, I could tell by the noise that the gym was
packed. Mike pointed to a table near where the judges and scorekeepers sat.
There was a sponsor's banner which draped over the table.

"That's the team table," Mike explained. "That's where guys go to relax
before their matches. Guys get stressed sometimes. Your job is to sit at
that table, and any time a guy from the team - a REAL man, you cunt - sits
down, you are to slide under the table and service him - suck his cock, eat
his ass, lick his toes - whatever the fuck he wants."

My pulse started pounding. I pictured myself, under the table, blowing a
guy. While it was partially covered, anyone sitting in the crowd and looking
at the table would be able to see me giving head. "Mike - I don't know if I
can-," I started to say. His look of warning and anger shut me up quickly.

"Don't you start to whine to me, you cumhungry whore," he said. "You
disobeyed me once, and you knew the consequences. This is only the first
part of your punishment for cumming without my permission. For each further
word of protest from your asslicking mouth, that's one week you don't get my
cock. Do you understand?" I opened my mouth to say, "Yes," and then thought
about the consequence: no Mike cock for at least a week. I nodded my head,
yes, I understood.

"Good," he said. "Now here's the other restriction: you are not to let any
of the players cum. You can bob on their knob for half an hour, eat their
stinky asses for two hours - I don't care. But for each guy that you let cum
- that's one MONTH without my cock. I don't care if the guy has no self
control - it's gonna be your ass that pays. Do you understand?" I nodded my
head, yes.

"Good," he said. "We're gonna win this match if I have to rape every ass in
the locker room today. Now tell me why you're letting yourself be so fucking
humiliated, you piece of shit. Why are you going to suck random guys' cocks
in front of a crowd of people, cum dump? You may speak now."

"I'll do as you ask because I crave your cock every minute that it's not
inside me," I said. "You are a god to me, and I live to worship and to serve
you. Every part of you is perfect, and you treat me as you know I need to be
treated. Without your body and your words and your mind, I would be a
starving faggot. The thought of being without your cock and ass and cum for
seven days seems impossible to me now, and I would do anything - anything -
to keep you treating me the way you know I need to be treated."

Mike's expression had remained neutral during this. When I finished, that
fucking smirk spread across your face. "You're a fucking poet, my bitch, a
real way with words. Someday, you're gonna have to write down all the shit
that we've done. I'm sure other guys would get off on what we do. Now get
out there, and don't deviate from my orders. Remember the consequences."

Mike pushed me onto the gym floor, and I walked quickly to my seat. I tried
to cover my hard cock and low hanging balls with my hands, but could only
cover one at a time without attracting even more attention. I heard a cat
call from the packed bleachers, and someone say, "Nice balls, faggot!" I
blushed a crimson red and sat down.

While waiting for someone to sit down, I watched the other team practicing.
They were pairing off against each other in the different weight classes. I
watched a little blond guy pin down a cute brunet, who it looked like had a
hard on in his singlet. There was a bigger latino looking guy who was
getting the better of a broad-shouldered blond kid. When the blond kid got
pinned, I watched as he took his thumb and pushed, hard, against the latino
guy's asshole. About an inch of thumb disappeared up the latino guy's hole,
and he let out a yelp. In the moment of distraction, the blond guy got the
upper hand and flipped the latino guy.

Through all of this, one guy - a big, mean looking bastard with a tattoo of
a tiger on his left deltoid - kept yelling at his teammates. He was a
wrestler, not the coach, yet he was the one calling all of the shots. "Flip
him over, you pussy!" I heard him shout to one guy. "You gonna let that
faggot pin you!," he yelled to another guy. Whenever the wrestlers on his
team would talk to him, they couldn't seem to meet his eyes. From 50 feet, I
could tell he was the alpha male of his team. Just watching him made me leak
pre-cum enough to wet the front of my short shorts.

I felt someone sit down next to me and started to blush. I had no idea who
this guy was, and I was going to do whatever he wanted to me. I slid down in
my seat, and tried to get under the table as quickly as possible, hoping no
one would notice.

Looking up through his legs, I could see his body - muscular, with just a
little covering of fat over it. He had a hairy chest and arms, and his legs
were hairy too. He was wearing his wrestling singlet, wrestling shoes, and
socks. "Eat my feet, faggot," the guy said to me, loud enough so that anyone
nearby would have heard.

This guy had amazing legs - stocky and muscular and just the right amount of
hair. I grabbed his calf and started to massage the thick ropes of muscle
there. I worked my hands down, feeling his warm flesh and muscles. When I
pulled off his shoe, the smell of feet hit my nose - a pungent, unwashed
smell. I could tell he had been practicing for most of the afternoon by the
smell of his socked feet.

I scooted my crotch up so that his foot rested against my hard cock. He
wiggled his toes on my cock, and even made grabbing motions with his toes,
tugging on my cockhead. I nearly came from feeling his foot on my dick, and
got to work on pulling his sock down. "Suck my toes first, through my sock,"
he said. I moved his foot so I could eat his toes. The closer I got to his
socked foot, the stronger the smell got. I opened my mouth, and went down on
his big toe. It reminded me of a hard cock - thick and fat and phallic. The
taste and smell combined in my head, and I could taste his foot smells
trapped in his sock. The cotton was still warm and a little damp from his
sweat. I let out an involuntary moan.

"That's it, bitch. Suck it good," he said.

>From his big toe, I worked my way down all of his toes, licking and teasing
them through the fabric. His middle toes were the most sensitive, and at one
point, he pulled away, laughing. His toes were ticklish! I tried to torture
him by concentrating on those toes more with my tongue. He batted my head
with his hand, and I took the hint to move on.

I pulled down his sock, and saw his naked foot for the first time. There was
still a line where the sock's elastic had pressed into his ankle, and traces
of white cotton from the sock. The smell of his foot was more pungent now,
more raw now that the sock had been removed. It smelled like the best parts
of the locker room.

Starting at his ankle, I kissed my way down the top of his foot. "Fucking
faggot, kissing my dirty feet," I heard him say under his breath. "What kind
of man serves other men by kissing their fucking feet. Fucking disgusting."

His big toe stuck out like a little hard cock. I sucked it into my mouth
like I did Mike and Zak's cocks, and teased the underside with my tongue
while I applied suction. The guy writhed in pleasure above me, and he pushed
his other foot into my crotch, grinding it against my still-hard cock. I
added his second, and then third toes to my mouth, sucking all three at once
and driving him crazy by using my tongue to tickle the underside of his
toes. I looked up and saw him rubbing his cock in his singlet.

The announcer called, "Jason Green, now wrestling on mat 2." The guy whose
toes I was sucking jerked up and said, "Shit! That's me." He pulled on his
shoe and sock and tussled my hair. "Thanks for the foot job." He was gone as
suddenly as he had arrived.

I got back up in my seat, trying not to look at the crowd and hoping that no
one saw me. One guy caught my eye. He was looking at me - burning a hole
through my eyes - and grabbing his crotch. It was the guy who had yelled out
to me today as I was walking to class, the one in Sigma Nu who had been
talking to Coleman. He was wearing a cap turned backwards, and I could tell
he had a built body the way his t-shirt hugged his pecs and abs, and the way
the sleeves bulged around his arms. He grabbed his crotch and was shaking
his dick at me. He was mouthing the word "Cocksucker." He smiled at me, his
hand still grabbing his meat.

I only had a moment to look, as another guy sat next to me. "You know what
to do," he said, not looking at me. I slunk underneath the table again,
assuming the position I had come to love: on my knees, serving a man.

He was wearing sweats and he pulled those off. He was wearing a black jock,
and his semi-hard cock stuck out of the side of his pouch. I leaned forward
to lick the head, but his hand pushed me away.

"My cock is only for women, faggot," he said. "I only let you fags eat my
ass. Now get to work."

He maneuvered himself so that his legs were over my shoulders as he slouched
in his seat. Looking briefly over his shoulder, I saw Mr. Sigma Nu in the
crowd, looking down at me, mouthing the word faggot. I noticed he was
rubbing his cock unconsciously.

The wrestler in front of me had a sweaty, beautiful ass crack. The straps of
the jock framed his rock hard ass mounds, and the jock strap seemed to focus
all of the attention right to his hole. It was covered with a smattering of
hair. His ass trench was darker than his butt cheeks, and his asshole stood
out pink against the dark brown. I used my fingers to spread his crack, and
inhaled the aroma of this straight college jock's ass.

His ass smelled like the locker room, only stronger. The hairs tickled my
nose as I licked up and down his crack, skipping over his hole, saving it
for last. The jock above me moaned, and his cock throbbed. He moved a hand
down to rub his cock through his jock. "Good little fagboy," he said.
"Nothing turns me on more than a faggot who knows his place - licking the
ass of a real man."

I licked his hole, lubing it just a little bit, then I stuck the tip of my
nose inside. His flesh parted, and my nose was half way up his ass. The stud
groaned. I could smell him even stronger here as I fucked him with the tip
of my nose, pushing as far as I could inside of him. I backed my nose out,
licked him some more, then stuck my tongue up as far as it would go. I felt
the rings of muscle give way to my intruding tongue, and they pinched down
on my licker. I was half way to his prostate with my tongue, and the
wrestler above me was groaning loudly. I decided to get daring.

I brought a finger to my mouth as I continued to tongue fuck him. I
slobbered on my finger as much as I could, and then pulled out my tongue.
When I next shoved my licker up his asshole, I pushed my finger in along
with it, stretching his hole even wider. Where my tongue couldn't reach, my
finger could. My finger hit his prostate and he jumped in his seat, spurting
pre-cum all over his leg.

"Mark Angland, report to mat 3 for your match," the announcer said. The jock
letting me eat his hole jumped up and pushed my finger and face out of his
ass. "Gotta go, faggot," he said. "I hope you liked your lunch." I looked up
at him, my face covered with spit and his ass juices. I took the finger
which had been up his ass and licked it clean. He shook his head. "Sick
fucking bastard," he said as he walked away. His hard on was pressing
against the front of his sweats.

I didn't even have time to get to my seat before the next guy sat down. Was
Mike sending these guys over? Had he posted something in the locker room?
This was getting crazy. The guy whipped out his cock - a thick slab of uncut
meat, half-hard already - and said, "Suck it."

I licked and sucked and worshipped this college jock's dick. He pulled out
his balls, and I began playing with those, as well. His cock was so big that
it was widening my throat. I had to fight my gag reflex a couple of times,
and finally I couldn't hold back and I gagged with his cock lodged in my
throat. I tried to pull back, but his hand pushed my head back down. "That's
right," he said. "I like to hear faggots choke on my big cock." My throat
spasming around his cock must have felt good for him, and I tried to make
swallowing motions to make it even better for him. He finally let me back
off his cock, and I was able to catch my breath, tears streaming down my
face. I dove back on his cock. My throat opened up this time, and I was able
to take all of his cock in my mouth, my nose buried in his patch of pubic
hair. Right here - a cock down my throat, my nose buried in the musky patch
of a man's pubic hair - that's where I belonged. Mike had taught me that.

He pushed my head up and down on his cock. "Feels so good," he said. "Feels
so good I'm gonna fucking cum, faggot." I started to protest - shouting
around his dick "NO!" I thought about a month without Mike's cock, and I
knew I couldn't let this guy cum. I did the only thing I could think of - I
grabbed his balls and pulled down, hard. He was momentarily stunned, yelling
"SHIT!" and let go of my head. "I'm sorry!," I said. "I can't let you cum!
I'm so sorry!" He smacked me hard on the side of my head, enough to cause it
to whip to the side. My face stung from the blow.

"Fucking faggot tease," he said. "I'll get you for that." He pulled up his
pants and left. Had I done the right thing? Would Mike be mad at me for not
taking care of his teammate? I slumped back into my seat, feeling like I had
failed, even though I had prevented the jock from cumming, as Mike asked.

I looked around. The tournament was winding down. "We have one final match,
ladies and gentlemen," the announcer said. "Two all American wrestlers, and
both men are undefeated this year. This match is for the state championship
in their weight class. Mike Hudson and Jake Sawyer on mat 1." Out walked
Mike and the alpha male from the other team, the guy with the tiger tattoo.
They were going to wrestle each other for the state championship!

While the two shook hands, Mike leaned forward and whispered something in
Jake's ear. Jake listened for a moment, then a look of fury took over his
face. He broke off the hand shake and stormed to his side of the mat,
looking disgusted. Mike was smirking again, and I could tell he felt like he
had the upper hand in the match. Jake continued shaking his head and looking
furious. I wondered what Mike had said to him.

They started fighting, and it was about more than just winning the match;
that much I could tell. Mike had a fire in his eyes, a passion and a need to
win I had seen a few times when he had fucked. Jake put his entire body into
the match, and from his grunting and hissing sounds, everyone in the gym
could tell he had every intention of winning. At one point, it looked as
though Jake would win, and then Mike somehow managed to slip out of the hold
Jake had put on him. Just when it looked like Mike had the upper hand, Jake
snaked his arm under Mike's crotch and flipped him up and over his back. At
one point, I could see that Mike had a hard on while he wrestled this other
stud, his thick cock whose dimensions I knew so well pushing his wrestling
singlet out rudely.

The clock was ticking down and still neither of these two dominant college
jocks had scored any points. The crowd was loving the match up, and I
watched, yelling for Mike to win. Finally, Jake was on all fours, and Mike
had his arms around his waist. From my vantage point, I was looking directly
at Jake's ass, and at his balls and cock pressing against his singlet. Mike
whispered something to Jake in that moment, and I watched, incredulous, as
Mike took one hand and ran it over Jake's ass crack, down past his balls,
and squeezed Jake's dick. Jake let out a little yelp, and it was exactly the
distraction Mike needed. He flipped Jake over and pinned him to the ground
and the clock ran out of time. Mike had one the match, and the state
championship. The home crowd went wild, and Jake looked stunned. Mike
whispered one last thing to Jake, and then walked around the mat in a
victory lap. When he had milked his victory for all it was worth, he walked
past me on the way to the locker room. "Follow me, bitch," he said. "You've
got more work to do."

I ran to catch up with Mike, and I heard someone from the crowd yell, "Is
that your pet faggot?" Mike and I looked up. It was the Sigma Nu guy. "What
if he is?," Mike yelled.

"That fucker has been leering at me all day," the guy said. "He owes me a
blow job."

"Meet me in the locker room," Mike said, and walked through the door. All of
this had been said so that at least 20 other people could hear. I blushed a
bright red, and followed Mike, the man who controlled me, into the locker
room.

"Mike," I said. "What did you say to that guy you wrestled? What did you
tell him that made him so angry?"

"Nothing but the truth," Mike said. "I told him that after I beat him on the
mat, I was going to fuck his ass raw in the locker room. Then right before
the pin, I said, 'I'm gonna enjoy this ass later.' He nearly came right
then. He acts like a top, but I knew I could top him."

"You could top just about anyone," I told him.

"So here's the deal, my cumeating fagboy," Mike said. "We've been losing too
many matches lately. As team captain, I needed a way to motivate the team. I
told them to save their sexual energy - no beating off or cumming for a
week. I told them that whoever won their matches today could use my pussyboy
whore for whatever they wanted. They are going to fuck you or sit on your
face or have you eat their cocks and cum. Whatever they want. And you're
going to comply. This is the last part of your punishment."

There were about 30 guys on the team. At least 20 had wrestled today. So the
big question. . . "So how many guys won today?," I asked.

"All but one," Mike said, a grin spreading across his face. "Having them
save their loads is the best thing I've ever thought of." Over 20 cocks that
I had to satisfy. Over 20 sets of balls which hadn't unloaded in over seven
days. I was going to drown in cum.

The guys started filing into the locker room. I recognized some, but not
all. They were all sweaty, and some of them gave cat calls to me in my short
shorts, while others flicked my ass with their towels. "Can't wait to get me
some of that tight faggot ass," one guy said. I heard another guy say, "I've
always wanted some bitch to eat my ass. I never thought it would be a guy.
That shit turns me on. I'm boning up already."

"Huddle time!," Mike yelled, and the guys all responded. They stood in a
circle with Mike at the center. Some guys were peeling off the tops of their
singlets, showing their muscular chests and shoulders. Others were already
down to just their jocks, scratching their balls through their pouches. One
guy was buck naked already, his hand slowly jacking his cock.

"This is the cockwhore I told you all about," Mike said as he pushed me into
the center of this circle of men. "As promised, everyone who won today gets
a piece of him. That means everyone but you, Troy." I looked to see Troy,
the only guy who had lost today. He was a cute guy - he barely looked 18 -
and hung his head in shame. He was blond with big pouty lips and reminded me
of Ryan Phillipe.

"This is how it's gonna work," Mike continued. "You all strip and get your
cocks hard. I want everyone to enjoy his hole, I don't want his twat to be
too stretched out. We're gonna start with the smallest dick, and work our
way up. Troy, you stand over there and watch. We have other plans for you.
Now whip 'em out, fuckers. Get those dicks hard! I know you've been wanting
to cum for days now."

The wrestlers responded to Mike's commands. They pulled off their jock gear,
and most stood in their underwear or jocks and started jacking their cocks.
Mike went over to a guy with a pretty small dick and grabbed it, jacking it
and measuring it. Another guy with a smaller dick was standing close by, and
Mike said, "You two stand facing each other. I want to see whose cock is
smaller." The two jocks faced each other, their cocks rubbing against each
other. One guy's cock touched the other guy's belly, and the other guy's
failed to measure up. "Henderson, you're up first," Mike told the smallest
dick guy. "You get sloppy seconds, McKenzie."

"Damn it!," Henderson said. "I wanted sloppy seconds."

"Get yourself a bigger dick then," Mike said, laughing. Mike continued
around the room, putting guys into small, medium and big dick categories.
Mike made sure he felt each guy's dick, measuring it with his own hand. I
envied Mike for a moment, and then realized that I would be feeling all of
these guy's cocks myself.

"Can I start?," Henderson asked Mike.

"Troy," Mike barked at the loser. "Get the faggot's snatch wet. Then you can
fuck him, Henderson."

Henderson pushed me to a bench between two rows of lockers, told me to
strip, and had me get on all fours. Troy had followed us over, and stood
there, trying to figure out how to get my ass wet. He spit in his hand and
started to rub it on my exposed ass.

"You lick his ass, dumb fuck," Henderson said to Troy. "Get it all ready for
me."

"I don't know if I can do that," Troy said. "I might puke if I lick a guy's
shithole."

"It's not that bad, and there usually isn't shit," Henderson said. He stuck
his face into my ass and licked my hole. "I do it to my girlfriend all the
time. Now get eating before I tell Mike you disobeyed him." The last part
put a look of fear in Troy's eyes, and he got on his knees. I felt his
breath on my ass, and then felt his tongue lap against my hole. He may have
been a virgin rimmer, but he was a natural. I was moaning, and my cock was
leaking pre-cum within seconds. Troy even grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled
them apart so he could get his tongue in me deeper.

"Alright there, tiger," Henderson said. "I think he's lubed up enough." Troy
kept eating my ass like he hadn't heard. He was really getting into this! "I
said enough," Henderson said. "I need to shoot my load, so move aside."
Henderson pushed Troy away, and I felt the head of a very hot cock at the
entrance to my hole.

For being the smallest of the cocks on the wrestling team, Henderson's cock
did not feel small. He pushed all the way in with one stroke, and my breath
caught in my throat. "Yeah, not such a little dick after all, is it?,"
Henderson said. I shook my head, no, through clenched teeth as my ass
struggled to accommodate his cock inside of me.

"Fuck man, look at that ass stretch," McKenzie said. "That shit's turning me
on, seeing your cock disappear inside that hole of his. Fuck him good, man.
I can wait to fuck that hole with your spooge sloshing around in there. Open
him up for me real good." Henderson began fucking me with short strokes.
Each one hit my prostate in just the right way, and I almost came without
even touching myself. Getting fucked by a small cock had its advantages.

I looked over my shoulder, and most of the other guys were now lining up
behind Henderson and McKenzie. All were jacking their cocks, keeping them
hard. A few guys were jacking off their teammates while they waited.

"Guys, guys, guys!," Mike said, turning the corner and seeing me getting
fucked. "There's a perfectly good hole that's not being used. You have to
fuck him in order, but you can have him suck your cock and eat your ass
while you're waiting. The bitch lives to have both holes full."

The guys cheered, and a couple from the back of the line came to the front.
A cock was down my throat before I knew what had happened.

"I'm gonna cum!," Henderson said. "I'm gonna cum up your faggot ass!" I felt
the first spurt which felt like it was shot from a gun. As he continued
fucking me while he came, his cum lubed my ass up more, and I could feel its
thick creaminess inside of me. I wanted more.

Henderson slapped my ass and I grunted into the cock which was filling my
throat. "Fucking tight pussy," he said. "I haven't cum that much since I
lost my virginity. Next!"

McKenzie was up next. I pictured him in my mind - a big guy with a small
penis. Poor guy. He pushed his cock into me, Henderson's cum lubing my hole
and making his entry smooth. The guy fucking my face pushed my head down on
his cock and held it there. My tongue was on the underside of his cock, and
I felt the first wave of cum coming before it actually got to my mouth. I
could feel each spurt as it traveled up his cock and then tasted it on my
tongue. I swallowed it down, and yet there was more. This guy came forever,
and it was thick cum. I could tell he hadn't cum for days, and I was getting
his first load. "Fucking faggot!," he yelled. "Take my jock cum!" Finally,
he pulled away. I licked my lips.

"You aren't gonna fuck me?," I asked him.

"Oh, that was just the appetizer, you hungy cunt," he said. "There will be
seconds." I smiled up at him and kissed the tip of his dick.

"Roll over, bitch," McKenzie said. I got on my back, my legs in the air, and
my head at one end of the bench. McKenzie straddled the bench and began
fucking me again, my ankles in his hands. "Hold this," I heard him say, and
my legs were passed to two other guys waiting in line. "Look at that pussy
of his," one guy said. "I can't wait to shoot my load up there," another
said.

Another guy was now at my head, and lowered his ass onto my waiting face,
his balls hanging over my nose. I lapped and sucked at his sweaty, salty
manhole, and he groaned appreciatively above me. "My fuckin' girlfriend
never treats me right," he said. "I love getting my ass eaten, especially
from a low-life faggot. You're right where you belong - getting gang-banged
by a college wrestling team, and eating my ass. Look how hard your cock is,
you sick fucker. Yeah, lick that ass. Get your tongue in there, deep!"

As I got fucked by the second guy of at least 20 and ate the ass of this
stud who was a stranger, I thanked Mike in my mind. He had gotten me here,
to be used and abused by all of these jock studs. He did know what I needed,
and now he was giving it to me.

McKenzie came in my ass, and pulled out with a wet sloppy sound. The next
guy in line started pounding my ass harder than the other two. The guy whose
ass I was eating moved back to his place in line, and I could see Troy
cleaning off McKenzie's cum and ass juice covered dick. Then I saw Mike,
followed by Jake, still in his singlet, and looking very pissed off.

"Who the fuck is that?," Jake asked Mike, pointing to me.

"That's my whore," Mike said. "He does whatever I tell him because he needs
my cock and cum."

"Why don't you fuck him, then?," Jake asked.

Mike shrugged. "I do fuck him, all the time. But there's something about
busting open a virgin's ass that I can't get enough of. And you're my virgin
pussy of the day, Jake. Get ready to have your cherry popped."

"I'm straight, man," Jake said. "I have a girlfriend in the stands, right
now."

"All the better," Mike said. "Straight boys tend to have the tightest holes.
Now strip before we take your clothes and send you back on the gym floor
stark naked."

When he had stripped, I admired his body. It was rock hard, ripped abs and
huge arms, and thick legs. He had a little trail of hair on his torso which
led down to a bush of pubic hair.

"Sit on his face," Mike said, pointing to me. "He'll get you ready for me."

Jake straddled the bench and lowered his ass to meet my lips. I lapped
gently at his hole, tasting him for the first time. I loved the way he
tasted. In spite of his clenched teeth at the idea of getting fucked, he
seemed to enjoy the rim job I was giving him. He groaned at one point and
said, "Fuck!"

"Enough foreplay," Mike said. "Time for the main event." Jake got off of my
face, and I looked down at the guy fucking me. It was a different guy. I
hadn't even noticed when the last guy finished and the next began. This was
number 4? Number 5? I had lost count. My ass and prostate continued to enjoy
the pounding it was getting. With each stroke, I could feel the growing
stash of cum inside me slosh around, and some would squish out the sides of
my hole and onto the bench. I would have to clean that up later.

Next to me, Mike bent Jake over at the waist. He put one hand on his
shoulder and another on his hip. I recognized the technique: prevent the
virgin from pulling away upon first penetration. Mike's hard cock lined up
directly with Jake's hole, and he pushed in, his monster cock going to the
hilt in one push. Jake threw his head back and screamed. He tried to pull
away, but Mike's strong grip held him firm.

"You're not getting away," Mike said to him. "We both know that I'm the
better man. You let me win out there because you wanted my cock. You may not
have known that on a conscious level, but this is what you wanted - my cock
buried in your ass. I am inside you, violating your very manhood, and you
are letting me. You will remember this moment forever, when I made you my
bitch." Mike began pushing in and out of Jake's hole. Jake's teeth remained
clenched. I could see that underneath the mask of pain was a sense of
overwhelming pleasure. Jake began saying over and over, "I'm not gay. I'm
not gay."

"Why is your dick hard then, you cockwhore?," Mike asked him. Mike reached
around and jerked Jake's hard cock - a substantial piece of meat between the
wrestler's legs. Jake didn't answer Mike's question.

I felt the next guy shudder as he came in my ass. "Fucking faggot," he said
as he pulled out. "I never knew a piece of ass could be that tight." He
walked over to Troy to have his cock cleaned, and the next guy in line began
to fuck me. His cock stretched me a bit wider than the others, and the
fullness in my ass made my cock leak more pre-cum.

Mike continued to fuck Jake, and somehow got him closer to me so that Jake's
cock was waving in my face. "Suck his cock while I cum in his ass," Mike
said. I took Jake's thick cock in my mouth, trying to get as much of this
college jock's dick down my throat as possible. I was already gagging with
several inches to go, but Mike had taught me well. I relaxed my throat, and
took more of him down.

"Now return the favor, you straight stud," Mike said to Jake. "Suck his
cock."

Jake was still saying, over and over, "I'm not gay. I'm not gay." Mike
slapped his ass, causing Jake to yelp in pain. "Open your mouth, cunt," Mike
said, "Before I rip you a new asshole."

I felt Jake's mouth on my cock as I sucked his. Jake's mouth kept bouncing
as the guy fucking me kept knocking his stomach into Jake's head. Mike said,
"I'm fucking cumming up your virgin ass," and that was enough for Jake. He
shot his load into my mouth, shooting so much that some spilled out onto my
cheeks, and I shot my load into his mouth. He tried to pull off as he
figured out I was cumming, but someone - Mike, or maybe the guy fucking me -
held his head down on my shooting cock. Jake tried to spit it out, but Mike
said, "Swallow, bitch," and I felt Jake's throat swallow my seed down. From
my vantage point, I could also see Mike's cock, now covered in his own cum,
pumping more and more slowly into Jake's ass. Just as we were coming down
off our orgasmic high, I felt the guy fucking me shoot another load (#6?
#7?) into my ass, and another guy step up to take his place.

Slowly, Mike uncoupled from Jake, who spit out my cock, and pulled his cock
from my mouth. "Sit on his face again if you want your ass cleaned," Mike
said to Jake. Jake lowered his cum-smeared ass onto my face, and I tasted
Mike's cum - still the best I had ever tasted. I sucked at his ass, and was
rewarded with a huge load which I gulped down. Jake was groaning again,
enjoying the sensation of having me eat his ass.

"Let's get you back to your locker room," Mike said, and pulled Jake's tasty
ass away from my face. My mouth was soon filled with another cock, and the
fucking continued at my ass.

I lost count of how many guys had cum inside me. At least 20 ended up
cumming in my ass, and at least half of those used my throat, as well. There
was a steady stream of cocks and asses in my face, and so much cum that it
formed in a pool underneath my hole. Even with all of the cocks and asses
and cum, I still wanted more. Three hours had passed, and I still wanted
more.

One of the guys who had fucked my ass earlier was fucking my face now. His
cock was covered in the combined jizz of all of the wrestlers, and I could
also taste a trace of my ass on his cock. I slurped it like a lollipop.

"Well, well," I heard a familiar voice say. "Haven't we come a long way, you
little faggot. The last time I saw you, I made you eat my cum, but I never
got a crack at that ass. I sometimes think I made a mistake giving such a
cum hungry fagboy like you to Mike." It was Doug! I had forgotten he was on
the wrestling team. Now here he was, the last one in line for my ass, his
being the biggest cock of the group except for Mike's.

I tried to say something back, but my mouth was stuffed with cock. The guy
fucking my face held my head in place. "No need to talk," Doug said. "I know
you've been wanting this, too."

Doug's cock ripped into me, stretching me wider than I ever remember being
stretched. He immediately began long, hard strokes into my ass, and even
fucked my ass from different angles, stretching it open even wider. No one
had fucked me this hard except for Mike. I groaned around the cock in my
mouth.

"Little faggot," Doug said. "I had you pegged for what you were the very
first time I met you. You disgust me. No man would suck cock or get fucked
or eat ass like you do. And you do it with a fucking hard on, just like your
pathetic cock is hard right now. I couldn't stand to share a room with you,
knowing that the mouth you used to speak to me had been wrapped around most
of the pricks on campus. You're a pathetic cockeating slut, and you're
getting what you deserve: a gang-bang up your sloppy hole."

Doug's talk got the guy fucking my face hard, and he shot his second load of
the day into me. I hadn't eaten lunch, yet my stomach was full - full of
cum. As he crawled off of me, I got to look at Doug, naked and looking like
a god, fucking me raw.

"Look at me," he said. "This is the face of a real man. And this man is
going to add to the hundreds of loads which have been shot up your ass.
Fucking cocksucking faggot! Earn my cum!"

I squeezed my ass muscles down on his cock, and felt his thick cock tense.
He let out a loud, animalistic roar as he shot his load deep inside of me,
so deep I could almost taste his cum in the back of my throat. I came
without touching my dick, the spasms of Doug's cock sending me over the
edge. My first shot landed in my open mouth, and I ate my own cum, making me
cum even more. Doug spanked my ass and groaned again, pushing his cock in
and out of my well-used ass one more time. "You make me sick," he said as he
unplugged his cock from my ass. He spit in my face as he walked off.

Mike walked around the corner, smiling and clapping his hands. "Good job,
Doug," he said. "Show my bitch what a slut he is." Doug grunted at Mike and
walked past him to the showers.

Behind Mike was the Sigma Nu guy from the stands. When he turned the corner,
he saw he, naked, cum pooled out of my dilated ass, my lips puffy from all
the face fucking, and my ass raw. "Fuck!," he said in awe. "He really let
all of the team fuck him? What a cumwhore!"

"He's all yours," Mike said. The Sigma Nu pulled down his pants, but left
his Sigma Nu shirt and cap on while he fucked me.

"Fucking whore," he said. "I saw you serve those guys on the gym floor, and
Coleman told me he fucked this ass the other day. I'm no faggot, but I have
to get my rocks off sometimes. I didn't know there were such fucking
worthless whores like you who let men use them. I've gotta find me a bitch
like that."

Troy had never left my side, and now he snuck up behind the Sigma Nu guy. I
watched his face just before he started rimming him. The guy from Sigma Nu's
face lit up, and pushed him over the edge.

"Fuck!," he yelled. "Eat my ass. Oh my god, no one's ever done that. Gonna
shoot up your sloppy hole! Eat my fucking hole!"

His load joined the other's in my ass. About 25 loads was my best guess.
That was like a big gulp of cum, staying warm in my well-fucked hole.

Sigma Nu guy pulled up his pants and said, "See ya!" and left. I had been
hoping he might stick around for more fun.

"Now Troy," Mike said. "You know what your punishment it, don't you? I
warned that anyone who lost their match today would get fucked. Not by me;
my cock is saved for those worthy of winning. You are to be fucked by my
cumslut, the lowest of the low, the omega male of our pack here. Do you
understand?"

Troy hung his head in shame. "Yes, Mike," he said. "I'm sorry I lost today.
I will take my punishment." He got on all fours on the bench. I started
rimming him, loosening his hole.

"Use the cum as lube," Mike told me. I scooped up the cum which had fallen
out of my ass and smeared it on Troy's ass and my cock. It was still warm
and I nearly blew my load then.

I pushed my cock against Troy's hole, and then slid in. Mike again had made
me fuck a guy, but I was not in control. I was fucking because Mike told me
to, because he was in charge.

Troy groaned as I fucked into him. His ass felt warm around my cock, and the
huge amount of cum lubricating his asshole made for a smooth penetration.
When I was completely inside of him, I reached around and grabbed his cock
and began slowly jacking it. Troy arched his back in appreciation and began
to push his ass back onto my cock.

"You lost today," Mike said to Troy. "And let down the real men on your
team. Now you are being shown what you are - a thankless little bitch. If
you lose like a pussy, you will be used as a pussy. Fuck him harder!" I
complied, and Mike began to spank Troy's ass. "Fuck this little cooze. Next
time he won't be so eager to lose."

Mike continued to spank Troy with one hand, and used his other hand to
finger fuck my sloppy hole. He brought his finger - cum-covered now - to my
face and slipped it in my mouth. It was too much for me, and I came,
shooting another load into Troy's tight ass. As I came, I felt Troy's cock
spurt and his cum shoot out onto my hand and the bench.

"Clean him up, and meet me in the shower," Mike told me. I pulled my cock
out, and ate my cum out of his ass. Mike walked away towards the showers.
Troy had this huge, stupid grin on his face.

"What's so funny?," I asked.

"I knew it," Troy said. "I knew that throwing my match was the right thing
to do. I could have beat that schmuck, but I wanted to get fucked. Thank
you."

I grinned along with him now. "So I'm not the only cum hungry one here,
huh?" I said.

"No way," he said. "I was jealous that you were getting so many cocks up
your ass today. Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure," I said.

"Sit on my face, man," Troy said. "I want to eat all of that cum out of
you."

I smirked at him as he rolled on his back. "You can eat most of it," I said.
"But save some in your mouth."

I sat my sloppy hole onto his hungry mouth and opened my ass enough so that
a stream of cum poured from my ass. I heard him groan and gurgle under the
manseed I was giving him and I wished it could be my face getting the loads
of all of the wrestlers on the team. I had to let out several waves, and
each time, Troy would gobble the cum and swallow. "Keep this last one in
your mouth," I told him. My ass felt empty after Troy sucked the last of the
cum from my hole. I turned around and kissed him. He opened his mouth, and I
tasted the overwhelming flavor of 25 loads of sperm in this 18 year old jock
wrestler's mouth. We swapped the load back and forth in the most filthy kiss
I had ever had. My cock was rock hard again. We swallowed the load a bit at
a time until it was all gone, but the taste of cum stayed in our mouths as
we kissed.

"That was great," I said. "Maybe you can come to our room and stay the night
sometime."

"I'd like that," he said. I kissed him one last time before heading to the
showers.

In the shower, I soaped up Mike's body and rubbed his shoulders. He was sore
from his match. I took extra time to clean my hole - sore now after 25 cocks
had been inside it - and made sure to rinse all of the cum off my body. I
toweled Mike off, serving him like I liked.

He put on his watch, and cursed. "I'm gonna be late," he said, and got
dressed in a hurry.

"Where are you going?," I asked.

"I'll tell you," he said. "Sometime soon." He dashed off, leaving me alone
for the first time in hours.

I got back to the room and skipped dinner. (Eating all the cum had satisfied
my hunger.) I was up late studying, and Mike didn't get back to our room. I
fell asleep in our pushed-together beds.

Mike shook me awake a couple of hours later. It was still dark outside, and
he looked upset. "I need your help," he said. "Something's happened."

Cumming next: Part 11 - Mike's Secret

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