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I was sitting in my Freshmen math class anxiously, awaiting it to let out to get back to my dorm room. Griff has promised me a big surprise when I got back. I had no idea what it was, and at first I thought he'd take off my cock lock, at least for a bit, but I wasn't getting my hopes up.
It had been over a month since I started college and became my RA's cocksucking faggot slave, and since then my cock was released from its cage only once, and only to be replaced less than 20 minutes later with a different device (and no orgasm). Instead of a plastic one, this time it was a rigid metal tube that barely held my thick cock. This one caused more pain when I was turned on because it was tighter. I'd gotten used to the pain by now though, since I was turned on most of the time now.
When I became Griff's faggot, I had a lot of different emotions. I was excited, because it was always something I was turned on by, but I was also nervous, especially about the cock lock because I was a swimmer, and was worried about it and my Speedo's. That worry didn't last long however. Turns out that I'm not the only one on campus Griff has dominated before, and a good portion of the swim team, as well as the coach, knew about him, and also knew about me. It worked out well for everyone, I was able to serve Griff and wear my device, and still swim. They, on occasion, got to use me for their pleasure, but that's another story.
My professor was finishing up his lecture about something I hadn't been paying attention to when my phone vibrated in my pocket, a message from Griff. It read, "Faggot, had to have a meeting with someone, go back to the dorm and get ready. If you stop along the way, or fuck up anything in anyway, you will be SEVERELY punished, got it?"
The message did nothing but turn me on, which was making the whole situation worse. When the professor finally let class go I bolted to the door, only to be stopped by a friend.
"Hey Luke, you think I could borrow your notes from last week? I was out sick."
I barely comprehended what he said, I knew I had to get back to the dorms. I was not looking to get punished again. Last time I was punished, my ass was black and blue for a week, I could barely sit down.
I threw my notebook at him and told him I'd catch him on Monday and ran out the door, my cock lock bouncing up and down under my gym shorts. I hate wearing the gym shorts out, because there's no way to hide the giant bulge that is my cage, but that's why Griff makes me wear them some days. I get some stares when I'm wearing them sometimes, a lot from girls who probably think it's just my dick, and wonder if they could take it.
I ran into the dorm and let myself into my bedroom, which was connected to Griff's by a bathroom. I knew exactly what to do. I stripped down from my clothes, folded them neatly (Griff doesn't like mess) and put them in my drawers. I then went into Griff's room, put the crusty jock strap he left out for me in my mouth, and blindfolded myself. I then got on my knees in the middle of the room and put my hands behind my head, waiting for my Master.
I started to lose track of time, but I think I was kneeling there for at least 20 minutes before I heard Griff come in. At first, he ignored me, as he usually does, like I'm just a piece of furniture in the room, which I may as well be. When I'm in the dorm I don't have any say, I am his property, nothing else. He has me trained to only speak when spoken to, and to cater to his every need.
I hear him bustling around the room for about five minutes before he acknowledges me. He comes over and puts a chain link collar around my neck, and locks it into place. I wear the collar when I'm in the dorm, but he hasn't sent me out of the room with it yet. He also attaches the leash he uses to it and pulls forward a bit. I know better than to drop to all fours, so I carefully walked on my knees to where he led me, it wasn't far but we had to turn, which made it difficult. When he stopped, I could hear him sit on the bed. He took out the jockstrap from my mouth and I barely had a chance to breath before his beer can cock was in my mouth. I felt his body relax and heard him let out a sigh as a thick stream of piss came rushing out of his cock and down my throat. I knew if I let any spill I'd get quite the ass beating, so I swallowed as fast as I could. It was hard but at the end of the piss I had managed to take it all.
"Damn boy, you've gotten good of that! I saved all my piss for that, hoping you'd spill so I could spank that ass of yours. Maybe later, right now I've got a surprise for you."
Griff reached down and took off the blindfold and at the same time shoved the jockstrap back in my mouth. He went to the door of his dorm room, and walked out of my sight. I know better then to look somewhere when he hasn't instructed me to do so. I heard him open the door and heard footsteps. He was bringing people into the dorm. I didn't know what to think. No one but the swim team knew about this, and I had no idea who these people were. What if they were just random strangers he found on craigslist? I didn't say anything of course, because it's not my decision, but I was definitely worried.
"Faggot, turn around!" I heard Griff bark at me. I shuffled myself around to look at the front of the dorm where there were about 5 guys, plus Griff. One of them was wearing Greek letters on their shirt, I assumed they were all in the same frat.
"These are some of my friends, from Delta Phi. They're having a party this weekend, and wanted a faggot for some entertainment. I volunteered you, because I know you'd be happy to service them if I told you to. They are here to find out if you're a good enough whore or not. They are in charge, consider any order from them, an order from me. I already told them what's off limits. I'm going to work out, when I get beck I expect to be serviced, and I expect them to have had a good time, got it faggot?" I simply nodded my head. I was in a state of shock, and excitement of course. Griff walked out of the room and I was left with the five Delta Phi's. They all looked pretty similar, I wouldn't have been surprised if they were actual brothers. They were probably each between 5'10 and 6'2, and each with good bodies. None of them were really muscular, or very thin. They each clearly spent a good amount of time at the gym. I could tell they were slightly nervous, as they all just stood there for a few seconds.
Finally, one of them got the courage to walk over to me. He came over, pulled the jockstrap from my mouth, and spit in it. I fucking love getting spit on, or even better someone spitting right in my mouth. I was into it right away, and he could tell. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. His cock was staring right at me, no underwear between us. It wasn't as thick as Griff's but it was as long as mine, a good nine inches staring at me. I looked up at him, and he just grinned before shoving the whole thing in.
I gagged at first as the monster cock attacked the back of my throat, but after a while I was able to take it. He was loving it. I could tell. He'd taken off his shirt, revealing a perfect chest, great pecs with huge nipples, and just the perfect hint of a six pack. As he continued pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, his friends started coming around. They all started to get naked, and each one of them was just as hot as the last. The first one definitely had the biggest cock, although none of them were disappointing.
The first guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed my hair and pulled me up. He slapped me across the face and spoke his first words, "I think he'll do boys." He spit in my face one more time before shoving me back on the ground.
Before I knew it, one of the guys had my legs when the other had my head. Using only spit as lube, a cock was shoved into my hole, splitting my body in two, at least that's what it felt like. I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could, an 8 inch cock was shoved deep into my throat. Another one of the guys went into Griff's closet and got the meanest pair of tit clamps in there and attached them to my nipples. The clamps connected to each other by a chain link that they then started hanging weights on, pulling my nipples further and further to the ground. The guy fucking my ass started slapping it hard, I could feel it stinging with each slap. Suddenly, without warning, the guy fucking my face blew a load down my throat, I swallowed as much as I could but with no warning there was no way to get it all. Some leaked out onto my face. He pulled his cock out and slapped me across the face with his hand, "Stupid faggot, always swallow a real mans cum!"
He let the front part of my body fall to the ground as the second guy continued to fuck my ass, holding my legs up in the air as he drilled me. He was going harder and harder and it took all my strength not to scream. Suddenly he released his load in my ass. Griff must have made sure they were all tested, because he is very serious about that when it comes to the swim team. The guy pulled his cock out of my ass and dropped me to the floor. I was lying on the floor spent, but knew it wasn't over yet. One of the guys who hadn't had a go yet kicked me in the balls and told me to stand up. I did, it wasn't easy but I did it. He hung more weights from the nipple clamps and I finally screamed in pain.
The scream must have been a signal to them, because they ripped the clamps off my nipples, making me scream more. That was the worst pain I'd felt up to that point. Then another one of them kicked me in the balls again. I fell over in pain. Two of them lifted me up and brought me into the bathroom, and put me in the shower. They gagged me again with the jockstrap and put the blindfold back on me. Griff and rigged our shower with some points to tie me up, so I sat there, arms stretched as far as they could, tied above me, and legs spread as wide as the shower would allow. I felt something odd on my chest, I couldn't figure it out, but then the smell made me realize it was a permanent marker. I don't know exactly what they wrote, but heard them cap the marker, then felt the warm stream of piss, then another, then another. Eventually all 5 were pissing on me. The 2 guys who hadn't fucked either of my holes proceeded to jerk off on me, showering me with their cum.
Once they were all done, I heard them putting their clothes on and getting ready. The first one popped back into the bathroom and spoke to me, "Hope you enjoyed that faggot, cus Tomorrow night it's gonna be that, times 10. See you then cunt boy."
With that, they left me tied up in the shower. I had no idea how much time they'd spent using me, but I knew that Griff's gym sessions lasted at least an hour, plus he'd probably get food. I didn't know how long I'd be there, so I tried to just relax, but it's not always so easy when you're dripping piss and cum tied in a shower...