I'm Fred, and when I was twelve my friends and I would play "Capture the Flag", in which each of two teams would stake out a "fort" in the woods and try to capture the other teams flag. When a flag was captured the game was won. However, if you were tagged when trying to capture a flag you were a prisoner.

Once you were a prisoner you were supposed to remain in the brig area, but sometimes kids cheated and escaped. So we agreed that prisoners would have their wrists zip-tied together behind their backs, only to be released after the game. That worked out well, until one day I was a prisoner – in fact the only prisoner. My team quickly lost – in part because of my early capture.

Before I was released my team turned on me and said I should have to be penalized in some way, and the winning team seemed to think it was a good idea. I protested, contending that there was nothing in the rules about that. The others said we would try this out and if it worked it would be added to the rules.

I had no idea what they had in mind, but sure didn't like it. I waited, kneeling with my wrists bound behind my back while the other kids decided. Finally, they turned to me and said, "Fred will have to suck all of us!" A couple of kids had their cocks out and were approaching me. I had no intention of going along with this and had no idea why anyone would do such a thing – I didn't know yet that it was actually a sex act.

The oldest boy, age 14 arrived first and pressed his cock to my lips. I refused to open my mouth, but one boy pinched my nostrils together, and I couldn't breathe. I struggled, but had to open my mouth and the cock slid in. The kid grabbed my head and pulled me close to him, so I couldn't pull off.

His cock in my mouth wasn't really such a bad thing – I just didn't like being forced.

"Move your tongue around it and make me cum," he said. I didn't know what he meant about making him cum, but I started to move my tongue around, and soon I felt him squirt some bad tasting stuff into my mouth. I thought he was peeing in my mouth, but he said it was cum – which I didn't understand.

"Now swallow," he said. He was still in control, so I complied, but was left with a bad taste in my mouth.

Another one of the older kids stepped forward and force me to suck him off. Two more kids came in my mouth. The remaining kids were too young to cum, but they insisted in being sucked, and seemed to enjoy it.

Afterward they cut the zip tie and released me, telling me I'd done a great job sucking. I was pissed, feeling they took advantage of me. If I'd truly understood what had happened, I would have been even more upset – I had no idea I had been orally raped.

It was close to supper time, so we all left to go home. "How does it feel to be a cocksucker?" one of my younger friends asked. I'd heard that word before, but didn't really understand it, or what the older boys squirted into my mouth. The younger boys didn't but a couple said they were looking forward to when they could cum.

After dinner I got on my computer and Google'd "cocksucker", where I learned that it was something that gay guys did for other guys. I didn't really understand what gay was about, but knew it wasn't held in high regard. As I read further, I discovered that the older boys were shooting semen, or cum into my mouth, and that the younger boys would be able to in the next year or so.

My anger grew as I grew to realize what had actually happened, but I didn't know what to do about it. For sure I'd never do it again, but all my friends had seen me do it – I was obviously a cocksucker, and there was no way to take it back. I decided to just forget about it and put it behind me.

But it wasn't that simple, two of my friends sent me movies they took with their cell phones. If they got circulated around school, I'd be ruined!

The next day I got together with the guys and told them what happened yesterday should never have happened, and that nobody better send those movies out to anyone else.

"There's just one thing," said Jeff, the first boy I sucked, "I want more, and you don't have control of the vids."

"Not fair!" I insisted.

"Maybe not," replied Jeff, "But if you just give it a chance, you might like it – you'll be our hero if you do."

Maybe he had something there – my friends all seemed to really appreciate my sucking, and after the first few it wasn't so bad – in fact I sort of liked it – in a strange sort of way. The cum tasted bad at first, but each time it was a little better.

I agreed, and Jeff asked if I'd suck him now. I agreed and dropped to my knees. Soon his cock was in my mouth and the other boys were lining up behind him. Jeff had his hands on my head, but it was less forceful this time – he didn't need to prevent my getting away.

I moved my tongue around and soon he was hard and moaning. In a few more minutes he came, and I swallowed. It was still strong tasting, but not so bad now. He pulled out and the next kid stepped up. I sucked off each of the four older boys, and then I sucked the three younger ones for a few minutes each – they were not yet able to cum.

"Better this time?" Jeff asked, and I nodded. I agreed that I'd be willing to do it more, if they were nice about it. They quickly agreed, and we went on with our day.

After that we met nearly every day for a repeat. After a few months, five of the seven boys could cum, and three months later all of them could cum. By then I could cum too, and would jack-off thinking about sucking. I liked it better now that everyone could cum because I felt like I was finishing the job. There was something wonderful about making them cum – it clearly signaled a job well done, and they were always appreciative.

I tried to get some of them to suck me, but nobody would, saying they weren't cocksuckers. I accepted that I was doing (and loving) something normal boys would never do. If I had to do it all over again, I might have resisted that first time. Honestly, however, I really liked being a cocksucker, even though I had to keep it secret – and I was really glad that my friends kept my secret.

I continued to happily suck off all seven boys nearly every day. There were times that I wished there were more. Over another few months two of the boys moved away and I was down to five. Now I really wanted more, and mentioned to my friends that it was a shame our group was smaller now.

I said I'd be willing to suck others if they could keep my secret. Some of the boys said they knew guys who might be interested. Over the next few weeks eleven more guys showed up – more than I had planned, but I found that I could suck all sixteen, though I was a little tired afterward. Most days a few wouldn't show, but I didn't keep count – I just enjoyed leaving with a belly-full of cum!

The new guys kept my secret well – except one. One day on the way from school I was stopped by some older boys I didn't know. "I hear you give a great blowjob!" one said. I told them I didn't know what they were talking about, but they grabbed me and pulled me behind a trash dumpster, where they forced me to my knees. The lead guy had his cock out and was already hard. His cock was much bigger than any of my friends, and he held my head and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I later learned that this was a "face-fuck", but it was more of an oral rape for me.

Finally he came in my mouth. It was strong, but similar to all the other cum I'd swallowed, only a larger volume. He pulled out and the next guy took his place. He didn't face-fuck me, so I had to do the work. I knew well what to do, and soon he gave me his load. I sucked off the other guys – five in all.

They made me give them my cell phone number and said they would text me when they wanted me. I didn't like the idea of being their "on call cocksucker".

I went back to sucking my friends each day. The number would vary, but I always got plenty of cum.

Then one Friday I got a text from one of the older guys. It said to meet them at the dumpster at 8pm. I replied that I’d be there. After replying I started to have some doubts. I didn’t really know these guys, and didn’t know if I could trust them, but somehow, I found it attractive.

I rode my bike to the place with the dumpster, locked my bike to a lamp post and waited. Soon a car drove out and the guys got out. “Take your clothes off,” one of the guys said.

“No way!” I said, and one of them grabbed me and pinned my arms behind me. The others took my clothes off me and put them in a bag, leaving me completely naked.

The guy who was holding me let me go, and I felt completely vulnerable, standing there naked. He put the bag with my clothes in the trunk, and said, “You can come with us, and get your clothes back when we return, or you can just go home now.”

There was no way I was going home naked, and reluctantly agreed to go with them.

I got into the car and they told me to stroke myself to erection, but not to cum. I was to remain aroused until they were finished with me. They drove to a local diner that many truckers frequented. They stopped by the dumpster and told me to get out and wait there. I stood behind the dumpster, hoping nobody had seen me.

The guys went inside. I thought maybe they were getting something to eat and just enjoyed the idea of leaving me stranded without any clothes. It turned out that they were going table to table, offering my blowjobs to anyone interested. A few were, and soon I saw someone come out an walk directly to me.

Arriving at the dumpster, he asked, “You the cocksucker?”. I said I was, and he unzipped. I dropped to my knees and sucked him. Soon he came, and pulled out. As he stepped away another guy was waiting behind him. While I had been busy, a suck line had formed there, and I had no idea how many guys were there to cum in my mouth. I sucked each in turn, losing count of how many.

Finally the next guy was one of my abductors, so I knew we were near the end. I sucked him off and the rest of the guys, and they told me I’d done well, and to get into the car. My stomach was feeling uneasy and I felt I might have to throw up – I guess I’d swallowed too much cum.

As we drove back to my bike the main guy said they had made $130 that night. They had been whoring me out for $10 blowjobs. They said they thought they could get $20 for me though and said that would be the price next Friday. They didn’t even ask if it was okay with me, just expecting that I’d comply.

They approached where my bike was parked on the lead guy got out and took the bag with my clothes out of the trunk and handed it to me. “Don’t be late,” he said, as he let me out of the car.

I quickly got behind the dumpster and dressed. As I rode home I realized that I’d swallowed fourteen loads of cum – more than ever before. I hoped that I’d be able to handle as much as I was given, and realized that I was accepting my role as a cheap cocksucking whore!

  To be continued . . .

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