Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 20:40:00 -0500
From: Larry Fische <laurence.fische@gmail.com>
Subject: His, Body & Soul 2

His, Body & Soul

By L. Fische

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This story contains homosexual sex between males (anal, oral),
masturbation, bondage, light S&M, and humiliation. If any of these are a
turnoff for you, please stop reading.

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I woke up in my dorm room with a sore ass and a headache. Thankfully it was
Saturday, so I didn't have work or classes. I rolled over and glanced at my
roommate's bed. Jack had already woken up, made a mess, and left for the
day. Ordinarily I'd have made his bed and picked up his dirty clothes, but
that would involve getting up. Instead I checked my cell phone and found a
text. It was from Vince. I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes for a
moment, hoping it was all a bad dream. My ass throbbed. Not a dream.

The text said, "Sup, whore? Come to my place tomorrow, 7pm. Wear something
sexy. I best get real fuckin turned on."

I noticed a link at the bottom and opened it. Vince had uploaded the rape
video to a gay porn site. Streaming it live hadn't been enough for him. I
scrolled down to the description and my jaw dropped. The phrase "also
available at" led into a long list of sites that Vince had submitted it
to. I tested a few to make sure it wasn't just a cruel joke, but every site
listed was sharing "Chase Fletcher gangbang" with the whole world.

It was on almost every popular site that would allow the content, and he'd
used my full name on every single page. When I saw "All the Rage in
Pipeton" on the bottom of the list I felt my stomach twist into a
pretzel. It was a local blog that shared current events and gossip going
around town. Students at my school checked it frequently for new rumors,
sales, and even job opportunities. And there I was at the very top of the
gossip section: "Chase Fletcher's embarrassing secret revealed! Raunchy sex
tape released right here in Pipeton!"

The blogger had been told that it was a consensual sex tape, leaked by a
jaded ex-lover. An "anonymous source" claimed that he'd broken up with me
because he got tired of walking in on my shameless affairs.

I then went back through every site, reading the comments and sobbing into
my pillow. Every web page had a range of reactions from users, mostly
perverted. Some people asked how they could find me. Others bragged about
fapping to the video. There were even people claiming I'd been with them or
their friends. Students from Pipeton University recognized me, listing off
classes they knew me from.

My crotch was thrilled by the attention, despite everything I was going
through. I wanted to be disgusted, but instead I felt my dick slowly
pushing my boxers up into a tent. I imagined my friends, classmates and
coworkers all stumbling across the video, laughing and judging me and
sharing it with their friends.

I'd already watched the video three times, entranced by my womanly moaning
and submissive writhing. The images on the screen piled up in my head. I
relived every embarrassing moment, while the entire internet laughed at the
pitiful skank onscreen.

I took off my boxer shorts and tossed them aside while I cradled by
throbbing hard on. He'd openly shared every dirty second, start to
finish. There I was losing my virginity to the brunette, begging the blonde
to fuck me, thanking Vince for my punishment. I watched myself choke on
Lee's dick while Michael made me his woman.

My hand moved on its own, carefully massaging my head and shaft. I was
sweating all over the sheets, red-faced and moaning. My legs were spread
wide and my hole twitched, begging for a man's attention. I grappled with
my boner, pumping it vigorously while I wondered how many people in my dorm
had watched this same video.

Nothing was as humiliating as the grand finale. The whore onscreen pleaded
with Vince and scrambled butt-first toward his glistening naked body,
greedy for more. I finally noticed that my roommate hadn't closed our door,
but I was too far gone to control my body.

Instead I turned over and threw my ass up high, working my meat with both
hands and moaning while my phone played the video on repeat. Even through
my shame, I hoped someone walking by would notice the open door. I wanted
someone, anyone to wander into the room, see my sweaty ass and take me. It
had only taken one night for an awkward virgin to become a filthy
cock-thirsty plaything.

I finally finished and came back to my senses. After closing the door and
taking a shower I found another text, this time from Lee. The brothers were
already being asked about last night. He was worried about me and invited
me to crash at their apartment, just until things blew over. I chose my
reply carefully, trying to make it sound strong.

The truth was that I couldn't meet with them right away. I didn't want to
hear their apologies or be seen with them. I also didn't want to lose my
self-control. I would get caught glancing down at Michael's shorts,
wondering how he hid something that massive. Or maybe I would lean over
every time Lee passed in front of me, hoping to catch a glimpse of his
underwear.

I didn't leave the room that day. Instead I spent most of the day in bed,
rehearsing what I would say when I saw my roommate, then my coworkers, then
my classmates. Would I be able to laugh it off when I passed students in
the dorm? What if my customers asked about it? Was I in danger of getting
fired or expelled?

Late in the afternoon I finally heard the door open and tried to act
nonchalant. Jack walked in and flopped onto his bed in his uniform, eyes
closed. He smelled like sweat and tacos. He'd spent the whole day cooking
Mexican food for ingrates and was probably exhausted. His wavy black hair
was glued to his forehead and his chiseled muscles heaved with every
breath, tired from another Saturday wasted on his feet.

You would never guess at first glance that this stocky pale-skinned
bodybuilder spent every weekend whipping up burritos and enchiladas in a
black apron. After a few minutes he reopened his eyes and realized that I
was in the room. He raised his eyebrow and stared right through me with his
bright blue eyes.

At least he knew I was gay already. Jack had caught me masturbating to a
pair of his boxers once. At the time I'd thought it was the most
embarrassing thing I'd live through. Instead of getting mad, Jack told me
to keep the boxers, joking that I'd get more out of them than he would. But
this was a little worse than masturbating. Today his expression looked
harsh and judgmental.

"You know you're pretty much screwed, right?" he asked bluntly.

I blushed and looked at the carpet between our beds.

"It's not like I care, but your stupid orgy's all anyone's talking
about. And I thought you were a virgin?"

"I was," I answered quietly.

Jack frowned. "People been starting shit with me all day. They keep asking
if we've `done anything.' Like hell I'd do anything with you, no offense."

I didn't look up. I just said I was sorry to hear that.

It looked like he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. His stern
expression wavered and he let out a defeated sigh. He joked that I'd never
have trouble getting laid and then stood up slowly, scanning my face to see
if I was alright. He worked up a strained smile and told me to take it
easy.

There was nothing else to say, so he walked toward the bathroom, tossing
his work shirt aside. I admired his bulging muscles and tight, beefy butt
while he slipped his pants off and left the room. He'd never had a problem
with me checking him out. He'd even ask me for an appraisal before running
off to hook up with cheerleaders and party girls. But today I felt guilty,
craving more than just eye candy.

Sunday was torture. I had to get up early for a shift at Triple Threat Café
and spent the whole day standing at the register, surrounded by people who
knew my dirty little secret. We were especially busy, our tables loaded
with people who'd come to see the Pipeton whore firsthand. My coworkers
didn't say anything, but spent the whole day avoiding eye
contact. Sometimes I'd see the waitresses gossiping or notice that the guys
were keeping their distance, but it was the customers that bothered me.

Teenagers snickered and came right up to me, asking what it was like or how
many guys I was seeing. Middle schoolers heckled me and asked if I wanted
to suck their dicks, grabbing their crotches while their friends
laughed. There were openly gay men who would whisper serious offers to me,
suggesting I spend my break with them.

I cringed when I heard my own sex sounds. Someone was pulling up the video
for their friends. This happened several times throughout the day until I
knew the sounds by heart. Every time Vince pantsed me a whole table would
burst out laughing. All day long I was tortured by on-and-off erections,
made worse by every lewd comment or suggestion.

When I got home, Jack was gone again. Probably out with his friends or
proving he was straight to some lucky girl. It was a bit of a relief,
because I needed some alone time to get ready. Vince had told me to come
over tonight. I knew I shouldn't but all the teasing and mocking was making
me restless.

I reread the text and tried to figure out what he'd consider "sexy." I'd
have to wear something good if I was going back, or else submit to another
of Vince's painful, degrading punishments. But what could I wear that would
satisfy a man like Vince?

I had my underwear collection strewn out on the bed, organized by type. I
slowly whittled it down to my tight purple thong. It was uncomfortable but
had sex appeal. The front yanked up my crotch and pushed it forward to be
as prominent as possible, and the back slipped right up into my crack,
parting the cheeks into two appetizing half-moons. It was good, but I
wasn't sure it was enough to please him.

After careful deliberation, I decided I'd go all out. I dragged a chest out
from under my bed, filled with a modest collection of sex toys. They'd
helped me to survive many a lonely night. I pulled out a large black butt
plug and a set of cock rings. I knew it was probably a mistake, but I'd do
anything to escape a spanking.

I didn't agonize over the rest of my outfit. An oversized jersey that
showed some skin and a pair of tight blue jeans would be fine. It was a
cute look, but I wouldn't be wearing it for long. Once I was dressed I
grabbed my things, took a deep breath and headed out into the dorm.

Walking out to my car was a chore, as you may have expected. Every guy who
passed me in the halls felt like he had to whistle or make a crude joke
about me. I started to realize I'd made a mistake when someone slapped my
ass and smiled, noticing the firm base of the plug. A guy on the first
floor grabbed my crotch before I could stop him and his jaw dropped when he
felt the metal rings cradling my dick, already stiff from embarrassment.

I was almost at the door, head down and beet red, when another passing
student grabbed my ass and busted out laughing. I tried to force his hand
away but he wouldn't let me go, pushing the plug around violently through
the fabric. "Damn son, you like your ass fucked that much?" He kept it up,
laughing while I squirmed awkwardly in the crowded lobby. He told me to
show his friends what was so funny. He even tried to force my pants off,
but I managed to shove him off and make a run for the car.

When I got there I checked my mirrors, turned on my headlights, and smashed
my forehead into the steering wheel. I would run out of secrets to hide at
this rate. I thought about taking all of my sex paraphernalia off and going
back to my room, far away from Vince and his evil influence. But I knew if
I got any harder I'd be doubled over in pain, so I turned the ignition and
resolved to go get what I needed.


When Vince opened the door to his apartment, my heart sank like a stone. He
was throwing some sort of party. My eyes paused briefly on his sweaty white
undershirt and loose red boxers, then focused on the room in front of
me. At least fifteen guys were gathered in his living room with popcorn,
mostly in their underwear. All of them were sitting in metal folding chairs
and facing the wide-screen TV.

Their eyes were glued to the screen, where my big night was being shown in
hi-definition surround sound. I would have run away right then, but my legs
didn't respond. My whole body just stood there, dumbfounded, while a room
full of sweaty perverts watched a grown man wiggle around in bikini briefs
onscreen.

Before I could talk to Vince, one of his guests noticed me standing there
and shouted, attracting the group's attention. Vince stood off to the side
and smiled while they greeted me with catcalls and dirty hand gestures. He
waited patiently while his friends shouting whatever they wanted. Their
perverted cheers echoed past me, through the open door and down into the
crowded street below. My face felt hot, blushing while bystanders on the
sidewalk looked up toward the commotion. I struggled to regain control of
my body, hoping I could still run.

"We've got our very own porn star here!"

"Maybe he'll give us a private performance. How `bout it, porn star? You
gonna get busy with us?"

"Vince sure can pick `em. Bitch must be here to beg for more cock. Are your
friends coming, too?"

Finally Vince raised a hand to silence the crowd. "You coming in or not?"
he asked.

I knew that this would be my last chance to put a stop to this. If I ran
away right now and threw out my cell phone, Vince would never bother me
again. None of these men would know what I'd worn for Vince and I'd have my
normal, everyday life back. All I had to do was say no and leave.

"Yes, Sir," I mumbled. I took a few clumsy steps into the room while Vince
locked the door behind me. My conscience screamed at me but my bulge
twitched expectantly, hoping it would get what it wanted.

Vince put his hand on my shoulder and walked me into position in front of
the chairs. "As you can see, we're throwing a birthday party for my
friend. And you, my little porn star, are gonna be the best present of
all." As he spoke he gestured toward a slender Latino with short black hair
and dark eyes. The birthday boy winked and blew me a kiss.

Vince noticed I was nervous and chuckled. "Don't look so scared," he
purred. "We're all friends here." He looked down at my shaky knees and
leaned in close, cupping a hand around my ear. "I won't make you take this
many dicks at once," he whispered. "Even a slut like you can't handle
that."

I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Vince grabbed me and pushed me
into a dominant kiss. I let myself melt into his arms while he leaned over
me, sucking the breath right out of my lungs. He slid his hand down the
back of my pants and his whole face light up.

Vince stood me up again and glanced at the audience. They were staring
anxiously at us, too fascinated to notice the passionate moans coming from
the TV. Onscreen, the brunette was destroying my virgin ass. I got even
harder and my legs started squirming under me. Enduring the fierce
throbbing was difficult. My cock rings tightened mercilessly around the
shaft while it rubbed head-first against my thong.

The partygoers had already noticed my horny writhing and looked on hungrily
while I stared at Vince, fidgeting and whining softly while he allowed me
to remove his undershirt. They were already taking their pants off, letting
their cocks pop out while their underwear settled around their
ankles. Vince gazed lovingly into my eyes, having already discovered the
rings with his gentle fingers.

"This little bitch wore some special surprises for you boys," Vince
announced. Then he lifted my shirt up over my head and gave me another
kiss. "You're making me want you bad, you little slut," he hissed. "I was
gonna make you wait like the filthy little cunt you are, so I hope you're
proud of yourself."

My hands rested on Vince's broad shoulders while he slid my jeans off. My
ass faced toward the crowd, the large black plug fully visible around the
tiny little thong. They clapped and howled with approval. I clenched my big
round cheeks tight around the plug for their amusement, then let them fall
back into place. Vince slapped my ass and shoved his tongue down deep into
my mouth. I was shocked out of our wet sloppy kiss when he put his hand
under the butt plug and pulled my ass up high, showing off his whore's
slightly used ass for the horny spectators.

There was a violent throb against the cock rings and my whole body
quivered. I pulled up close to Vince's ear and whispered, "Please, Sir, may
I remove the rings, Sir?" I massaged his naked chest while I asked, hoping
his hard nipples were a sign of weakness.

Vince smiled sweetly and kissed my forehead. "The cock rings aren't coming
off until I damn well please," he said loudly. "You're a filthy, dirty
piece of trash and you won't have orgasms for a week if I feel like it. Got
it?"

I felt a sudden wave of shame and nearly toppled over. His guests started
cheering again at the mention of cock rings, demanding to see them. Vince
looked past me at his friends and smiled, casually removing the back of my
thong to flash my naked ass at the crowd. He then popped the butt plug out,
spreading my cheeks with his hands so that everyone could see my needy
hole.

His guests whipped out their phones and took pictures of my gaping
entryway. Their satisfied squeals and manly cheers made my shaft throb
harder in its metal cage. My knees collapsed, but Vince caught me and
shoved his fingers inside me, pushing them in and out while the cheering
drowned out my pitiful moans. He finally gripped the edge of my hole and
spun me around to face the crowd, the front of my thong filled with a
raging hard on.

Vince massaged my insides and leaned over my shoulder. "Take off your
thong," he whispered, never removing his hand from my hungry ass.

I looked over the crowd and made eye contact with the birthday boy while I
flipped the thong down over my pulsing manhood. There were hoots and
whistles as I revealed my shame, a red swollen cock held tight by a series
of stainless steel rings. I blushed and closed my eyes, hoping everyone
would just vanish so I could beg Vince to take me now and get it over with.

Someone threw a pair of briefs at my dick and they made a game of it. I
stood completely exposed, moaning and riding Vince's fingers while a
roomful of men played horseshoes with my caged dick. Each pair that landed
successfully was met with cheers and laughter. When they were done Vince
reached around and pulled the pile of briefs and boxers off, making me
recoil as my tortured cock sprung back to full attention.

I opened my eyes again and slid the thong down slowly across my legs,
moaning while my butt bent and stretched around Vince's skilled
fingers. I'd almost reached my feet when suddenly Vince forced his entire
hand inside me and groped at my prostate, ripping me wide open around his
wrist. I screamed out in pain and fell to all fours while the audience
cheered him on, pumping their meat vigorously right in front of my
teary-eyed face.

I wanted to beg for mercy, but Vince balled his hand up into a fist and
started pumping me with his arm. All I could do was wail and shake while he
slowly punched my hot spot again and again. My dick was being strangled to
the rhythm while he violated me, his guests howling with satisfaction. I
looked up at the sea of hard, pumping cocks and smacked my lips, imagining
what all these excited sweat-drenched men would taste like.

Finally Vince pulled his forearm out of me, hard, and stood over me while I
fell to the floor, gasping for air. I heard him walk over and open a
cabinet but I couldn't move a muscle. He walked back over to me and flipped
me over carelessly with his foot. I grunted and looked up to see him
flashing his sadistic grin at me. The thing in his hand looked like a very
small metal stockade. I waited, puzzled, while my sore ass throbbed and
twitched.

"It's called a humbler," Vince announced, savoring my confusion. "Let me
show you how it works."

Before I could refuse, Vince tossed me onto my knees, ass up. He then
reached between my legs and grabbed my swollen ball-sack, making me grunt
softly from the small surge of pain. I flinched while he yanked it towards
him. I then felt cold metal against the backs of my thighs while Vince
carefully pressed the bar against them, flopping my sack through a hole.

Vince adjusted the bar carefully and I heard him mutter something about
screws. After a second I felt the sensation of metal closing shut, my balls
being locked into place like a tail between my legs. I groaned, realizing
that I couldn't straighten my legs without a painful tug. He stood up and
admired his work, then stroked the bottom of my sack with his toes. I
gasped as the sting of my swollen balls shot up through my body.

"Now who wants to see this bitch get fucked?" Vince asked, showing off for
his horny friends. They all cheered and shouted in unison, demanding that
he tear me up so they'd have something to jack off to. I bit my lip and
looked up at all the flouncing, veiny cocks while their owners grinned and
mocked me. Seeing so many men work themselves, my eyes level with their
crotches, was intoxicating. I was too hypnotized to even think about
resisting.

"Birthday boy, come on down!" Vince yelled. I strained my neck to admire my
new master. The Latino had a flat, hairless body and a dorky grin. His dick
wasn't incredibly long but it was thick, maybe even as thick as Michael's.

"Man, look at the way this hungry slut drools for cock," one of the guys
called out. I lowered my head in shame, but only grew more ashamed when I
noticed my caged, swollen cock pointed right at my face.

The birthday boy was clearly ready. He forced my cheeks apart and started
shoving his pipe up my ass, popping the head in instantly. I winced and
struggled while he pushed it in, using small thrusts to make me swallow his
thick shaft one little bit at a time. Every time I tried to pull away, the
humbler yanked forcefully at my nuts, making me yelp and retreat further
onto his cock. The cruel device held me firmly in place while he grunted
and stretched my hole.

Once he was all the way in, Vince told him not to start moving yet. I
squirmed and wiggled gently on his dick, wanting him to thrust it into me,
but the Latino just grabbed me roughly by the hips and forced me to stay
still. The sudden stop made me remember where I was and I blushed,
realizing that a roomful of horny strangers had seen me try to ride his
thick cock.

Vince walked in front of me and unzipped his pants, his gorgeous erection
pointed right between my eyes. His jeans hadn't even reached his ankles
before I'd gulped down his entire shaft, but Vince pushed me off and glared
down at me. I whimpered, struggling to make eye contact around his meaty
dick.

"You don't get to suck it yet, skank. You have to earn it."

"Sir, tell me what you want. Have your way with me. I need it, Sir." My
stomach turned, disgusted with submission, but my dick throbbed violently
in its prison. The pain forced me to gasp for air while the birthday boy
waited patiently in my strained rectum, pulsating inside me.

"Throwing a party is hard work, slut. Makes me sweaty. Clean these sweaty
balls. Choke `em down like a good little boy and I might even give you some
cock."

I wrapped my mouth around his sack, eager to earn Vince's beautiful
dick. He let out a slight moan, surprised by my eagerness, but quickly
regained his composure. I ignored the laughing and the camera flashes,
intent on slurping up every last drop of his ball sweat. Vince's pubes
tickled the inside of my mouth while I soaked them. The underside of his
sack was salty, completely drenched with sweat. My tongue lapped it up
greedily. I felt triumphant every time a slight moan escaped Vince's
throat.

I had already finished swallowing his sweat when Vince pulled my head away
from him. I was stunned by his boyish expression. He looked like he could
burst out laughing any second, clearly entertained by his own perverted
antics. I panted into his groin, praying he'd permit me to remove the cock
rings.

"You're a good little nut-sucker, aren't you bitch? You like the taste of
sweat that much?"

I nodded and licked my lips, ready for fresh dick. Vince pulled my hair and
shoved me back into his crotch, forcing my nose down into his wet pubes. I
took a deep whiff of his musk and felt the Latino start fidgeting, his
heavy dick dragging my ass from side to side.

"There's more man in this sack than you'll ever be, whore. I want you to
look right at it and say `thank you' into my balls. Say it, you worthless
bitch."

I gazed lovingly at Vince's crotch. "Thank you," I cooed.

Vince thrust his dick in my mouth and started playing with my hair, waiting
patiently for me to do my job. I was immediately drunk on the taste of
another man. My body tried to reach orgasm and the pain in my dick nearly
paralyzed me. His warm, heavy cock rested on the length of my tongue. I
waited for my crotch to stop throbbing and then sucked Vince all the way to
his balls, straining to savor as much of him as I could.

I felt the Latino's thick cock slide almost all the way out and then slam
back into me, sending a shooting pain up my spine. He made up for lost time
by fucking me hard and fast, impaling me again and again from tip to
base. Every thrust sent me flying forward, while the humbler's vicious,
painful grip on my ball-sack forced me to hop back into position for him
again and again.

The raw power of the birthday boy's thrusts made me clutch Vince's ass for
dear life, struggling to breathe as Vince's cock went flying down my throat
with each of his friend's punishing thrusts. I was already sobbing deeply
into Vince's wet crotch, hoping I would black out soon. I finally had his
cock in my mouth and couldn't even enjoy it because of the pain. The cock
rings tightened around my dick, keeping me alert. My tortured cock bounced
helplessly beneath me to the beat of his friend's ruthless pounding.

Vince just laughed at my pain and pulled carelessly at my hair while the
partygoers all tugged at their dicks. The Latino's firm pelvis slapped
against my bare butt, making a loud thwack with every thrust. Vince got
impatient and started thrusting to the rhythm while I bounced forward and
back like some kinky wind-up toy. They were enjoying every minute of it,
breaking my body and my spirit from both ends.

Vince was the first to cum, shooting a thick stream straight down my
throat. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but the Latino's thrusts
bounced it around in my mouth, making me drool warm, salty jizz onto the
ground in front of the spectators. As soon as he was finished he backed
away and looked down at me, smiling smugly. My face was twisted with agony
and drenched with tears, sweat, and cum.

"Take off his cock rings," said Vince. "This scrawny pussy might faint if
we leave them on."

I felt the Latino's sweaty hand at my crotch. The rings came off and I felt
a surge of pressure as my dick shot out a continuous stream of hot
fluids. My entire body trembled and a low, guttural moan rose up from my
throat. The birthday boy fucked me like a piston while my orgasm drove my
ass into contractions, forcing my worn out hole to swallow him down. I
wailed with pleasure as a second wave shot out of me, my abdomen heaving
and my muscles burning, working hard to shoot out every last drop.

I could feel heat on my back and saw that Vince's guests had surrounded my
naked body, several of them now unleashing their loads on me. I moaned and
writhed while waves of cum washed over me, drenching me from my shoulders
to my ass. The partygoers baptized me in their warm, thick juices,
excitedly covering me while they grunted out rude comments about Vince's
filthy little slut.

I wanted to lift my torso and let them bathe my front, too. I wanted to rub
my hands through it and spread it all over my neck and my chest, to show
them all how desperate my whore body was for more. But the humbler was
still tugging violently at my sack, forcing me to stay bent over while the
birthday boy churned my insides with his thick, throbbing shaft. The
feeling of helplessness was overwhelming and my body twitched with every
new sensation, shuddering as the fluids dripped down my legs, arms, and
sides. I felt a drop snake its way around my body, teasing my sensitive
nipple before falling off onto the ground.

My ecstasy was cut short when the Latino sped up and opened me like a power
drill, the humbler threatening to tear my balls off with his every
movement. His cock's brutal pounding tossed me forward again and again, the
searing pain coming back to me in waves as my orgasm faded.

When he finally came, it was like I'd been held open over a geyser. It shot
up into me at full force, the heat of his cum cooking my insides and
softening me up while he continued his assault. Even mid-orgasm, he kept
slamming his rock-hard dick in and out, grinding against the walls of my
rectum while his juices lubed me up with each thrust.

I squealed and trembled beneath him like a frightened animal, amazed at the
heat of his body, at his raw persistent fucking. The feeling of his beefy
cock gliding in and out of my hole twisted my face into a comical
open-mouthed grin, unable to hide my perverse satisfaction. I rammed my
hips into his thrusts, eager to suck his thick hose dry, ignoring the
aching in my balls.

When he was finally done, I looked up at Vince. A wet slutty smile was
pasted onto my face. Vince's eyes were shining, cruel and commanding. His
friend's birthday party had been a big success, all thanks to me, and he
shared his sick grin proudly. The thought of Vince being proud of me gave
me an addictive high. My wet, naked, sex-crazed body had driven his guests
wild. I knew that they'd be gushing about this for years, about the best
party they'd ever been to.

Vince walked around me as his Latino friend flopped out. He ignored the
rush of cum from my ass and carefully detached the humbler. My balls swung
lazily back into place, the blood rushing back into them while I let out a
weak moan. He then patted my butt cheek as if to thank me for a job well
done, tossed a towel onto the floor nearby, and told me I could use his
shower.

By now my body had cooled down and my mind had cleared. I looked over at
the towel, paralyzed with shame. I couldn't lift my head because I was too
ashamed and confused to face the onlookers. Vince's guests waited anxiously
for me to move. Finally I grabbed the towel and dashed out of the room
without looking up. I heard clapping and chuckling as I retreated to the
bathroom.

By the time I'd finished my shower, Vince's guests were already gone and
the apartment was quiet. He was bent to one knee, cleaning the floor
quietly with a towel. I blushed, realizing that the entire puddle had been
centered on me, nude, only minutes before. When Vince saw me he stood up
and walked over to one of the chairs, silently handing me my thong. I
slipped it on and cringed when he handed me my car keys.

"Sir, may I please have the rest of my clothes, Sir?"

"No, you may not."

I was speechless but I knew I had no right to defy him. I lowered my head
and stood patiently while he handed me my wallet and cell phone, then
walked sheepishly out into the night in just my slutty purple thong. When
the door closed behind me, I realized that he'd kept my cock rings and butt
plug. I thought about going back for them, but I couldn't bring myself to
knock on the door. The brisk night air against my damp skin made me feel
violated, vulnerable. I walked to my car as quickly as I could and got in,
wincing when my ass touched the seat.


Back at the dorm I had to endure another round of humiliation as I passed
by all the immature students. They whistled and cheered at the resident
whore's sexy lingerie. My bulge bounced around carelessly in the thong,
pushed up for my peers. An army of excited young men ogled my exposed butt
cheeks as I walked through the lobby.

They laughed and mocked me, high-fiving their buddies and racing around
each other to try and get a better view. I kept my head down and walked
quickly. With every step I took my dick got harder. The chattering crowd
took notice and teased me mercilessly. I had to push my way through as a
whole slew of hormonal young men grabbed at me, their hands grazing against
my chest, my ass, even my crotch. At one point someone managed to hook his
finger into my bikini. I struggled while my boner popped up into plain
sight, red and throbbing, posing proudly for a fleet of flashing cell
phones.

I was almost to my room when I ran into the guy from earlier, the one who'd
tried to pants me for his friends. He and his posse stopped me, demanding
that I moon them. They refused to budge, so I turned and did as they
asked. I even spread the cheeks instinctively with my hands, a skanky
paragon of obedience. They burst out laughing when they saw my hole, making
crude comments about how loose and gross it looked. I fought back my tears
while they surrounded me and took photos of it, talking excitedly about
what the other students were going to think of me.

They finally gave me permission to keep walking and sent me away, one of
them smacking my ass as I walked past. I blushed when I saw that the
growing crowd had gathered around us, pushing and shoving to see what all
the fuss was about. I somehow managed to ram my way through all of the
fussing, perverted residents, ignoring their rough hands and nasty gestures
while I forced my way to my dorm room.

Jack pushed the last few away from me and dragged me into the room,
slamming the door in their faces. He then waited for the knocking and
laughter to subside. Jack stood with his arms crossed and glared at me,
focusing first on the prevalent bulge in my thong and then on my face.

"So I see you're making a spectacle of yourself. Again. You always get this
hard when random guys molest you?"

I nodded sheepishly, unable to make eye contact.

"Whip it out," he ordered. I was too stunned to react. "You heard me. You
want to be humiliated, right? So take that shit off and get it out of your
system."

"I—are you gonna watch me? It's—it's embarrassing to—"

"Pump that fucking thing. Get all the horny out of your system right now."

I wanted to explain that it wasn't a punishment. I wanted to admit that
having Jack stand there in his boxers while I masturbate would feel like an
early Christmas. It was too humiliating to say out loud. Jack kept his arms
crossed and his body stiff while I let the thong fall to my feet. My dick
was at full attention and my face was beet red, but I was happy to obey
him.

He didn't show any expression when I started rubbing my shaft softly. I
licked my lips and pumped, my eyes transfixed on his naked chest. Jack just
stared straight back at me like a statue, seemingly immune to my lustful
moaning. My free hand played with my nipples, massaged my sack, and
fingered my sore ass. I was trying to arouse him, to get some sort of
reaction, but he ignored my every attempt. My knees quivered and I finally
fell down onto them, still admiring Jack's sculpted physique.

"I can't finish," I groaned.

Jack frowned and dropped his boxers, letting his long flaccid dick fall
into view. "Finish up or find somewhere else to sleep," he said
sternly. "You're not allowed to be horny while I'm asleep. Not after the
shit you pulled tonight."

After several minutes of staring vacantly into Jack's dick, I finally
managed to cum. It wasn't satisfying. It was accompanied by more shame and
guilt than satisfaction. Jack forced me to masturbate two more times before
finally going back to his homework. I was exhausted but he was satisfied
that my limp, aching cock couldn't cause any more trouble for him that
night.