Caleb pushed the bell outside apartment 507. He had feared for a while that he would never make it to the old building in a very bad part of town. Those teens on the bus had humiliated and degraded him so terribly. But while Sean and the other boys were flirting with the high school cunts who had boarded the bus, Caleb had grabbed his shorts and windbreaker and at the next stop jumped out the rear door. Sean and his buddies would have chased after him, but their teenage dicks were rock hard and leaking from chatting up the cute cheerleader cunts, and who knows...they felt they might score some prime pussy tonight. Sean already had one cute teenage cunt with big eyes and cocksucker lips fingering his swollen dick through his pants.
Caleb had quite a walk...he had exited the bus ten stops early. He felt shy, stupid, humiliated and awkward walking down the street wearing only tiny white gym shorts, a windbreaker and high top tennis shoes. But that was was Mark had ordered the college boy to wear. Caleb was making good progress at obeying orders and being submissive. Just a few weeks earlier. he would have argued with Mark or refused, but he had learned through harsh punishment that a boy like Caleb does what he is told. Caleb was cute as hell, but sensitive and no match for the tough jocks of his dorm. They had organized a series of rigged contests to "break" the college freshman. They had turned him into the dorm cocksucker, and they had even fucked his cute tight straight boy ass. And slowly, very slowly, Caleb had come around. Something in him had begun to accept his role. Funny how that works with some dudes.
Make no mistake, Caleb still resisted inside. He still hated all of the terrible things he had to do, but he now obeyed without resistance. And the most unusual part of it all was that he had begun to respond sexually to some of the activities he had been forced to do. He didn't understand why. He didn't understand that natural submissives simply need to be opened up to their "potential." And highly sexed hetero college jocks can sense a submissive. They can tell at once if a seemingly normal dude is actually a potential faggot cocksucker. And let's be honest, even in this day of "equality" any normal college jock gets a certain kick out of "breaking" a sissy faggot boy to his will. He likes the idea that some cute little dweeb of a dude is secretly salivating over his big fat jock dick. It gives him a charge.
There had been times when young Caleb had felt he was close to a nervous breakdown. I mean, he had always thought of himself as normal and something of a "ladies' man!" He had no idea that he was a butt hole licking, cocksucking faggot. Mark and the others had had to prove it to him. Now, Caleb doubted everyone and everything...most of all, himself. He no longer knew what he felt or what he wanted.
The door to 507 opened. A tall, muscular, hairy middle aged man stood there wearing nothing but a pair of boxer underpants. He was a good looking man, if a bit unkempt and rugged. He had a broad, expansive chest capped with two large pink nipples. His stomach was tight and covered in black hair which trailed down into the none too clean looking boxer shorts. His strong jaw was unshaven, and his eyes were dark and piercing. He was at least six foot three inches tall, perhaps taller. Little Caleb felt his tummy flutter.
"You the faggot?" The man asked. Caleb didn't know what to say. He didn't like being called that. He still felt a small amount of pride and self-esteem, although for the life of me, I don't know why.
"Are you the fucking faggot sent here by Mark for Cocksucking lessons?"
Caleb began to tremble. "I...ugh...I don't...um...I guess so." Caleb wasn't sure why Mark had ordered him to report to this address. The boy's sore asshole stung him as it opened and closed involuntarily.
The man's bearded face broke into a toothy smile. "You fucking guess so. You are standing there wearing stained white gym shorts and a windbreaker and nothing else. Your nice full cocksucker lips are trembling, your knees are knocking, your eyes are almost bulging out of your fucking faggot face looking at me...and you 'guess so?'" The man reached down and adjusted his crotch, and Caleb got his first glimpse of the enormous size of the man's fuckmeat through his underpants. "You are a cutie, I got to say that for you. How long you been sucking dick?"
How could Caleb explain? How could he make this man understand? "I'm not...I mean...until a few weeks ago...I never...I liked girls...and then Mark made this bet with me and..."
The man's huge hand snapped out and slapped Caleb hard on the cheek. The cute boy's head spun from the impact and his cheek grew red.
"i asked you a simple fucking question, Faggot! Just answer the question!"
"About four weeks, Sir!" Where did the 'sir' come from? It just seemed natural to Caleb. The man was obviously more powerful than he was. The man was obviously in control.
"So, you are pretty new at this. No wonder Mark wants me to give you lessons. I am going to teach you how to properly service a man's dick! How to respect it and worship it. You will learn that your entire purpose in life is to service cock. You will service cock in any and all ways required. Your job is to entertain and please superior Alpha Men. That is your purpose in life. Your only purpose in life. You will entertain them by making a total idiot of yourself if required. You will entertain them by degrading and humiliating yourself for them. You will entertain them by putting yourself through painful and filthy experiences for their pleasure. You will entertain them by totally dehumanizing yourself. You will entertain them by serving their bodies...by worshiping their male bodies. The fluids from their sweaty, stinking bodies will be the very elixir of life to you. You will live for their sweat and piss and spit...and mostly when you deserve it...for their precious fuck fluid. I can see that you still have some vestiges of self-esteem. This must be ripped from you. You must learn that you are nothing but a door mat for the feet of Real Men...a toilet for them to relieve themselves into...a drain for their excess sex juices, a face cunt to fuck! And I have been hired to train you. You see, your friend Mark cares a great deal for you. So much so, that he wants you to become a perfect fucked-up pussy boy faggot! He tells me that at one time, you actually felt that you could compete with him. He tells me you tried to fuck more girls than he did, and that you strutted around the high school locker room pretending to be a real man! But Mark could see what you really were. He saw you secretly stealing glances at his big thick fucker in the showers. He saw you fingering your asshole as you stared at the dicks of the other boys." "That's not true...I never..." The hand shot out again and Caleb's head snapped to one side.
"Don't you fucking ever contradict me! Asswipes don't contradict real Men! YOU GOT THAT?" The man grabbed the boy by the windbreaker and hauled him into the apartment.
"Yesessssss Sir. Sorry Sir! Caleb stuttered. The boy was really shaking now. He felt his legs wouldn't be able to support him.
"So...I am going to teach you how to service a Man. Okay? I am going to turn your cute little college boy mouth into a cunt! Okay? When I am finished with your mouth cunt and your ass pussy, you will know your place in the world! So...lets' get started."
The tall hairy man yanked his dirty boxer shorts down. They fell to his ankles and he kicked them off. Hanging between his hair covered thighs was the greasiest, meatiest, thickest, hunk of male fuckmeat that Caleb had ever seen. It was as thick as his wrist. A heavy foreskin almost covered the entire head of the still flaccid dick, but Caleb could see some dried head cheese crusted around the foreskin lips. His bile rose in his throat. He felt sick. Beneath the dick hung two enormous nuts in a hair covered sack. The smell from the genitals hit the boy like the gust from a tornado.
"I haven't washed since Mark called me. I figure you could lick me clean...all over. If you think my pits and balls are rank...wait 'til you get a whiff of my asshole! A faggot like you has to learn to love those smells and those tastes. They are the essence of life to him. I bet you can smell me standing over there five feet from me. Can't you?"
"Yes, Sir!" Caleb said meekly. For some reason the overwhelming body odor of the man made Caleb feel even more weak and helpless.
"Yeah, I'll be you are salivating for a taste of this meaty fucking prick and these hard boiled egg sized nuts. Well, don't you worry. I am going to teach you everything you need to know. I am going to guide you every step of the way...from sucking on my dirty toes to licking my stinking armpits. This is all the education a faggot like you needs. No need to waste your money on tuition. A boy like you doesn't need to know anything except how to properly suck dick and eat ass! You may think you have been doing an adequate job on Mark and his buddies, but let me tell you, Fuckface, You don't know anything yet. So, let's get started. First rule...when you service a Man, in order to show respect, you are fucking bare assed naked. So strip down sissy boy!"
Small, compact, smooth skinned young Caleb peeled off the windbreaker and tugged down the gym shorts. Then he kicked off the high tops. He stood there trembling, totally naked.
"Pretty boy...aren't you? Cute little dickie! Nice ass. Nice, fuckable ass! Nice ass for fist-fucking! Pay attention Boy, you look like you are about to faint! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!"