I 'm Shawn, a fourteen-year-old living in a college town. I had fantasized about sucking cocks since before I could cum, and once I could, it was my favorite jack-off fantasy. I imagined myself sucking many different guys, and nearly always came as I imagined them unloading in my mouth.

I wanted badly to taste cum. I tried to taste my own but couldn't – or rather couldn't bring myself to. I would stroke with the intention of swallowing my load. The very thought of it was very arousing. I imagined stroking for an audience and then eating my load as they cheered me on. Crazy, huh? Well, it sure got me to cum, and I'd shoot my load in my hand, but right afterward I'd have second thoughts and lost my desire to.

I tried it dozens of times, always with the same result. I finally decided that the only way I'd taste cum would be from another guy's cock. Of course, that's what I really wanted anyway, but didn't have anyone to blow.

Now I know that most guys would love a blowjob, and it wouldn't take long for me to find someone if I were to just offer to suck guys, but I didn't want to be known as a cocksucker. That's the dilemma – I wanted to be a cocksucker, but I wanted it to be secret.

I tried online postings without success. I got a lot of replies, but as soon as they learned my age they wanted nothing to do with me. I even lied about my age and was able to meet a few guys, but as soon as they saw I was a kid the left, sometimes calling me "damn jailbait".

Undeterred, I kept looking for opportunities. I saw a lot of messages written on men's room walls -- unusually things like "for a good time call ..." but one day I saw something different. It said, "cocksuckers wanted" and gave a number. I quickly wrote it down.

I called the number and it and talked with Larry, who asked me a lot of questions:

How old are you? 14.
How long many blowjobs have you given? None, but I want to.
Are you willing to be subjected to humiliation? I guess so.


That seemed to be a strange question. I had no idea what they meant, but I figured that most people would consider cocksucking very humiliating, so how bad could it be? The questions continued.

Have you ever been fucked? No.
Will you submit to a gang rape? Sure.


This was getting interesting! I regularly stuck a dildo up my ass, but wanted to feel a real cock there instead. More questions:

Many guys have second thoughts after they cum -- do you? Yes.
So if you came while giving a blowjob, you lose your desire? Yes, but I'd finish sucking.
Will you swallow, no matter how bad it tastes? Yes.


That was the end of the questions. He said I sounded like a good candidate and gave me an address to come to tomorrow at 4pm. I wrote it down and after hanging up immediately jacked off! I was going to do my first blowjob!

The next day I went to the address. It was a small house near the college in an area people called Fraternity Row. Most of the houses were big -- they had to be to house a bunch of guys. The house I went to was smaller than the rest. I knocked on the door. Larry answered and asked what I wanted. I hesitated, and he said, "Well, you came here for something – what do you want?"

"To suck cock!" I replied after summoning the courage to do so.

He smiled and said, "You came to the right place, welcome to Humiliation House," and invited me in.

He took me to a bedroom and told me to get undressed, and then come out into the hallway. I was really excited and had a boner by the time I was naked. I went into the hallway to see my host and two other guys waiting.

My host said, "Looks like you're eager to get started." They led me to the front door, and out into the open where my nakedness was exposed to the world. It felt strange enough being naked around these clothed guys, but standing out on the front porch naked, with cars driving by – what if someone saw me?

"Let's just stand here a bit and see if we can attract some attention," he continued. While I liked being naked, I wasn't so sure I wanted this kind of attention.

Then a guy approached from the sidewalk, looking right at me. "You the new cocksucker?" he asked, looking directly at me, and I nodded, too tongue-tied to speak.

"Get on your knees and suck Steve," directed Larry.

I dropped to my knees, and he stood in front of me and unzipped. At least Steve blocked the view, so nobody could see me anymore. He took out his cock and said, "Open wide!" I did and he slipped into my mouth. At last, I had a cock in my mouth, and I began to run my tongue over it, getting to know it's every contour.

He grabbed my head and pulled me close, forcing his soft cock all the way in, and then began to piss. I never expected anything like this! I couldn't get away and had no choice but to swallow as quickly as I could. This was not what I had in mind – I wanted cum, not piss. I wanted to be a cum-dump, but not a urinal!

He finished pissing and pulled out. As they pulled me to my feet, I noticed that one guy had a video camera and was recording my first humiliation, while another guy with a digital camera was taking still pics. So this was why they were called Humiliation House – I didn't know how anything could be more humiliating than what I just experienced, so it had to get better from here – I still wanted a mouthful of cum.

They led me around the side of the house and into the back yard, where a dozen guys were sitting around drinking beer. That meant they'd need to piss, and I hoped I wouldn't have to swallow more -- I already felt like I might puke.

I was told to kneel on the grass, as all the guys took their cocks out. Larry approached and instructed me, "You are to suck each cock just to get them erect, and then they will pull out. This is just for you to get acquainted."

Then each guy in turn put their cocks in my mouth while two of the guys were taking pics and vids. I never imagined my first cocksucking experience would be like this. At least I was getting to suck a variety of cocks, so it seemed worth it. I sucked eagerly, enjoying the feeling of each cock hardening in my mouth. I tried my best to make them cum, but they always pulled out before they did, soon to be replaced by another cock.

After I had "greeted" all the guys in this manner, Larry handed me a small glass bowl and said, "Now prove to us you are excited to be here and jack-off into this bowl while we watch." Jacking-off was a really private experience – one I never thought I would do while others watched, but I guess this was just another aspect of humiliation. It was certainly easier than being a urinal, so I remained kneeling and began to stroke. As I did, the guys gathered around, forming a really hot scene of over a dozen erect men pointing their cocks at me. This was better than any jack-off fantasy, and I came quickly, shooting my load into the bowl. It was a great climax, but then I was hit with a wave of guilt and shame! What have I done?! What was going to happen with those pictures?

Then Larry asked, "How do you feel?"

"Ok," I replied, not sure what was expected.

"I mean, do you feel any shame for what you've done?" he asked.

"A little," I confessed.

"A little!" he said, "After swallowing all that piss and sucking the cocks of all these guys, getting turned on by it and jacking-off out here in public? You should be completely ashamed! What would your mother think?"

"She'd completely freak out," I admitted.

"Do you want to stop now or continue?" he asked.

"I think I should stop now," I said. If only I hadn't cum I'd be eager for more, but cumming brings it all to a stop for me.

"Not until we're done," he said. Two guys grabbed me by the arms and pulled me to my feet. Larry took the bowl of my cum as the two guys guided me to a picnic table and stood me at the end and leaned me over. The moved my feet apart, and my dipped his finger in my cum and shoved them up my ass, working them in and out. If I'd been aroused it would have been great, but now it wasn't, though I was beginning to warm up to it a little. The shame had passed, so perhaps I could get into the spirit of things. My host lubed his cock with my cum and pressed the head into me, pressing in all the way.

It felt better than any of my dildos, and I waited for him to begin pumping but he just stood there. "I had to be hard to slip in, but now I'll let it soften," he said. I had no idea what was next. His cock felt nice inside me so I just enjoyed, trying to forget about all the picture taking.

"Are you ready for what's next?" he asked.

"I guess so," I said, not sure what to expect. Then he began to piss. He must have had a lot of beer because he pissed a long time. I could feel the warmth filling my bowels and knew it would be a mess when I let it out. Finally he finished and told me to squeeze my ass tightly as he pulled out, so I wouldn't spill. I did, fearful that his piss would come squirting out of me. After he withdrew, he pushed something into my ass and said, "That's a butt plug -- it will keep you from leaking -- at least for a while." He had me kneel again and asked me if I felt humiliated, and I said I did.

"That's the point," he said, "You may regret you ever came here, but I'll bet you'll be back!"

I just wanted to get away. I couldn't imagine anything more humiliating than what I'd just been through, but soon I learned.

Larry approached and brought his cock to my mouth and said, "Now clean me off and make me cum!" After his cock had been in my ass there was no way I was gonna suck him but Steve approached and pinched my nose, so I couldn't breathe. I had to open my mouth to breathe, and in came Larry's cock. He took hold of my head so I couldn't back off and began to face fuck me. I was sucking him, but wasn't really doing much but moving my tongue back and forth – he was doing the work. This wasn't the way I thought my first blowjob would be at all! After a while Larry came, giving me my first taste of cum. It was really strong tasting. In my current state of mind, I didn't really like the taste. I had long anticipated this moment and thought I'd like it, but the combination of humiliation and cumming changed everything for me.

After Larry came in my mouth he thanked me for doing such a nice job of cleanup. Steve brought my clothes out to me and told me to get dressed. I asked if I could use their bathroom so I could expel my belly full of piss, but Larry said I should do that at home, and as I expelled, remember every humiliating moment, and that I willingly submitted to it all – they have video and pics to prove it!

I hurried home, not sure I could hold the butt plug in – if it came out, I'd mess my pants and could never explain it to my mom. Arriving home, Mom wanted to know where I'd been, so I had to make something up. I sure didn't have time to talk, so I got away from her as soon as I could and went into the bathroom. Squatting over the toilet, I pulled out the butt plug and the piss gushed out of me. I tossed the butt plug into the sink and sat down, trying to expell every last drop of Larry's piss. Then I recalled that I had a belly full of Steve's piss – taken by mouth. How could I have gone along with all the depravity they dished out for me?

I showered after expelling, wanting to feel clean again. Then I went to bed. As I lay there, I thought about all that had happened. It was actually pretty nice sucking all the guys to erection – too bad there was all that other sick stuff. Soon I was hard and began to stroke. As I did, I thought of some of the humiliating parts – swallowing Steve's piss – Larry's piss enema – sucking him after he was in my ass! For some strange reason, these perverted acts aroused me. I came, and the guilt that washed over me was tremendous. I thought about my mother seeing some of the pictures and how horrified she would be. I finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day at school I kept thinking about the last night and wondered what they would have in store for me next. Sleeping on this had changed my outlook. Last night I knew I would never go back, but now I was looking forward to it. After school I called Larry and he told me that since I'd done so well I had earned the right to be "designated cocksucker" at their next party on Friday. The would be inviting a number of freshmen who they hoped would pledge, and he wanted me to give them a good time.

Now that sounded like what I really wanted – just to suck as many guys off as possible, without all that other crap. I quickly agreed, and Larry told me to be sure I wore the butt plug when I arrived.

That Friday night I slipped the butt plug in and walk to Humiliation House. Larry greeted me and took me to the bedroom and told me to undress. He took me to the back yard, and pointed to a pillow on the deck, which was my station. In a few minutes Larry brought his girlfriend Lilah over and she asked me what I was doing there. It was kind of embarrassing to be naked in front of Lilah, but I had no choice. "And just who are you?" she asked.

"I'm Shawn, the designated cocksucker," I replied.

"So how many loads can you swallow?" she asked.

"As many as I'm given," I replied.

"Very commendable," Lilah said, then turned to Larry and asked, "Do you know his limit?"

"That's what we're going to find out," he said with a sly grin.

"Can I keep score?" she asked and Larry consented. He brought out a whiteboard and marker. He wrote "Loads swallowed" on it and handed the marker to Lilah.

"Now jack-off for Lilah," said Steve, handing me the bowl I'd used on the last visit. I hoped he wasn't going to piss in my ass again, but the though aroused me as much as it disgusted me. Soon I shot my load into the bowl.

"Okay, now swallow every drop," said Lilah. Now that I'd cum, I really didn't want to, but felt compelled to do as I was told. I brought the bowl to my lips and poured the cum into my mouth, and then licked the bowl clean.

"I can tell you're a real cum-dump, Shawn," Lilah said, "I'm gonna love seeing how many loads you can swallow."

I didn't understand what she meant -- I planned to swallow every load -- why would I not?

Lilah put a mark on the whiteboard. I wondered how many guys would be sharing their cocks with me.

Then Larry told me to get ready, because all the members wanted blowjobs before guests arrived. Lilah recorded my work with a video camera as Larry took first place, and the other fraternity members lined up for their turn.

I sucked off seven guys, swallowing each load. Guests began to arrive and the remaining members said they would come back after I blew the guests.

"You know you have to swallow every load," said Lilah, "No spitting is allowed."

"Of course," I said, "I've swallowed eight loads so far, and will take all I can get."

"That's very ambitious of you," she said, "We'll see how you feel about it at you approach your limit."

There was that limit again – what was that about? Soon I would find out.

Many guests arrived and were drinking beer inside. I learned that Humiliation House members were mainly perverts, so only guys they thought fit their profile were brought out for me to blow. Steve brought a couple of guys out and told them I was only fourteen, and eager to swallow.

One stepped up to me and I took him in my mouth as Lilah recorded my work. He came and said he thought the fraternity was just right for him. Another guy stepped up and took his place. As I sucked, I saw a few other guys come out and stand in line. I was thrilled to be doing my first suck line!

When the last guy came, I'd sucked five more guys. Lilah recorded thirteen on the board.

"Lucky thirteen," Lilah said, "How do you feel?"

"Fine," I said, "Not knowing what she meant.

"Doesn't your stomach feel uneasy -- maybe just a little?" she asked. I told her no, but soon my stomach did begin to feel a little queasy.

Another guest came out and as soon as I had him in my mouth my attention was completely on him. When he came I eagerly swallowed, and then there was no doubt that my stomach was uneasy. Apparently, a person can only tolerate a certain amount of cum in their stomach, and I might be reaching that limit. I wasn't sure what would happen if I went past it.

Two more guys shared their loads with me, so now I was up to sixteen, and feeling very nauseous. Lilah must have noticed the difference and said, "Max'd out yet?"

"I'm not sure," I said.

"Rembember you must swallow – no matter what!" she said, "When a guy cums in your mouth it's disrespectful not to swallow – if they give you their load you must show that you appreciate it."

I fully intended to swallow every load I was given but began to doubt if I could keep it down.

Larry came out and saw that I'd swallowed sixteen and said, "Damn good for a kid – is he close?"

"Very, I think," said Lilah.

Larry said, "Let's take him past his limit," and went inside, returning with three more guests. I sucked each of them, and after the second one I felt my stomach revolt. I felt the puking feeling and fought to keep it down. Lilah was smiling and said, "Go for it -- you're doin' great!"

The third guy stepped up and I sucked him, not sure what would happen if I swallowed his load as well. As he came, Lilah marked nineteen on the board. "How many more can you do," she asked.

"I think I'm good for now," I replied.

"You don't get to choose when to stop," she said, nodding to Larry. Lilah and Larry each grabbed one of my arms and stood me up. The movement was all it took and my stomach revolted once again. I had a mouthful of puke but I forcibly swallowed as they led me to the edge of the deck. They leaned me over it as I threw up my dinner and nineteen loads of cum!

I hate puking, but I really had no choice. Lilah handed me some tissues and I wiped my mouth clean. Then they led be back to my pillow and I knelt again. More guys approached for blowjobs. After puking, I wasn't really in the mood for it, but knew I had to do my job, so I did. I sucked five more guests before the party wrapped up, and then the remaining members came to collect on the blowjobs I owed them. I sucked the remaining eight members. My stomach began to rebel again – now empty of anything besides cum. Lilah listed "Second round" on the board and recorded my after-puking swallows next to it. After sucking all the members, that made thirteen this time.

Now that the party was over Larry came over and said I had exceeded expectations. For a new cocksucker to swallow so much was remarkable, but he wanted me to practice and build up my limit. "You swallowed nineteen before hitting your limit, then thirteen after that," he said, "That's a total of thirty-two -- I want you to be able to keep that many loads in your belly."

"Just one thing, Shawn," said Lilah, "I want you to jack-off for me once more." By now I was completely in the mood, and jacked off while she watched. I shot my load in the bowl once again, and without being told swallowed every drop of it. I got dressed and went home, very glad that Mom had no idea what I'd been up to!

The next day Larry called me and asked if I'd be willing to work a glory hole for a couple hours one night a week. I'd seen them in online porn, and they seemed like a cocksucker's dream come true! He told me to come over after school and he'd fix me up.



I arrived at Humiliation House after school, wearing my butt plug to get me in the mood. Larry greeted me and took me outside, where he showed me a door at the side of the house. He opened it revealing a small room, kind of like a closet, with a hole in the wall. He explained that while the other fraternities looked down on Humiliation House as a bunch of perverts, they visited their glory hole often enough. He said that my time would be 7pm to 9pm on Tuesday nights, to which I quickly agreed.

He took me inside and showed me the other side, which had a comfortable pillow to kneel on, and a door to slide over the hole when the sucker needed to take a break. There were four small video cameras -- Larry said that all the blowjobs were recorded, and sold to a porn producer, so I might end up being watched by countless guys while they stroked. He told me the videos of my past visits were all sent in.

In fact, he told me, some of my work was already online! He took me to a computer where he brought up a porn site. After a few clicks I saw a video of me being forced to swallow Steve's piss, and another of me sucking the members.

"Would you like me to send a link to your mother?" he asked, jokingly.

On Tuesday night I arrived at Humiliation House and Larry once again greeted me. I undressed and stacked my clothes on a shelf inside the glory hole booth. I opened the door covering the hole, and waited for my first customer. I thought of the guys I blew as customers, but, unknown to me these really were paying customers. Larry neglected to mention that I was being "whored out", and each guy I blew was paying $5. After all the humiliations I'd endured, being a cheap whore wasn't so bad.

Tuesday nights tended to be slow, with about ten guys in my two-hour shift. Lilah had told me that the more cum I swallowed in a session, the higher my limit would grow. Ten a night certainly didn't push my limit, but it was a nice number of loads. After my shift I roamed the house, offering blowjobs to everyone. I would usually get a couple of takers.

One day Larry called me and said that if I was interested, I could work Friday nights as well -- the Friday cocksucker was moving out of town, so that left the time open. He told me that there was a lot more traffic, and hours ran longer – until 10pm. I jumped at the opportunity! Glory hole sessions twice a week was amazing good fortune, indeed.

On Friday nights I could sometimes do 10-15 blowjobs an hour. Guys lined up and were so horny they came in just a few minutes. On my first Friday night I was approaching my previous limit of nineteen early in my second hour. My stomach felt fine, but I was unsure how much more I could take. There was no place to puke nearby, so I'd have to hold it down.

After swallowing my twenty-fifth load I was definitely feeling it! I took out my cell phone and texted Larry that I was approaching my limit. He told me to shut the door on the hole and wait a few minutes before continuing. After the next load I did. I realized that there were horny men on the other side, counting on my service, so after a few minutes I opened the door and resumed sucking. Two more loads were all I could take before shutting the door again.

I looked at the time and saw that it was 9:45. Time usually went by quickly when I sucked, but with my stomach rebelling it slowed down. If I could just last fifteen more minutes, I will have done my duty.

After resting a bit, I opened the door again and sucked off two more guys. There was a pause, which I welcomed, and then the last cock of the night presented. My stomach rumbled as I sucked, and when the guy finally came I just held his load in my mouth, afraid to swallow. I counted a total of thirty loads -- an impressive new limit. Actually it was only twenty-nine so far, since I didn't swallow the last one. I got dressed and departed, swallowing as I walked home. With that, my I felt myself beginning to puke, and did my best to hold it down. Puking was something I truly hated, and it was such a shame to lose all that cum that I'd worked so hard to get!

I continued to suck at Humiliation House and participate in their parties for a little over two years before they got busted and shut down. Fortunately I wasn't there at the time, so I was safe, but lost a wonderful source of cum!

Nobody at my school knew I was a cocksucker, but after Humiliation House closed, I had to come out, and offered blowjobs to guys at school. Some picked on me, but many became regulars. Sadly, I've never approached my limit again.

  To be continued . . .

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