Donald "Buster" Morgan leaned back in his chair and sighed. He was having a fucking hard time understanding this history stuff. It was so dense, and Buster himself was a bit dense to boot, so that didn't help. He had gotten his nick-name "Buster" back in high school from all the virgin girls he had "busted" with his enormous cock. He had been the Captain of the football team two years in a row. Here at college, he was making a name for himself in sports, but he was struggling to pass the academic portion of his commitment. Not to worry though, Buster's coach had promised him that as long as he did well on the football field, somehow, magically, he would pass his classes. After all, the coach had a lot invested in Buster. He had lured the boy to this school by giving him a brand new car, a healthy stipend, and some delicious quite young cunt to fuck. Too bad Buster had to live in the school dorms for the first year. It was a school rule even the coach could not overturn. Next year, a very nice apartment would sweeten Buster's deal even more.
Buster slid a bit further forward in his chair, allowing the naked young man on the floor below him better access to his huge dangling scrotum. Like the young ball licker beneath him, Buster was totally naked. Buster had one of those ball sacks that hung low and swung when he walked. The nuts themselves were the size of hard boiled eggs. Buster squinted at the World History shit in front of him, some crap about the British Imperialistic control of China way back in the late eighteen hundreds, and how this led to what was called the Boxer Rebellion. Buster had thought this might be interesting because it was all about opium and drugs and shit like that, but it was just too fucking dense and boring to interest him. He raised one naked foot and with his toes nudged the handsome young man on the floor beneath him to do a better job licking his balls.
Make no mistake, Buster would have preferred to have a young cunt lapping his ball sack. He was in no way...absolutely no way queer, but cunts were not allowed in the Boys Dorm. Of course once in a while some buddies would help to sneak one in, so one or another or sometimes several of them at once could plow her with their dicks. But if they were caught, there was hell to pay. So in order to relax, Buster made use of the young freshman "licker" to ease his tensions. He did not feel awkward or queer doing this as most of the dudes on the dorm floor, and many on the other floors as well made use of Caleb the Licker.
Caleb's wide tongue lapped at the hairy, hanging orbs, so that they swung gently in their flesh sack. Above the testicle bag, the jock's enormous fuckmeat expanded and stretched into erection. Caleb knew that eventually he would have to lick and then suck the thick veiny dick. Caleb too sighed. He still had four more jocks to service tonight, and then he had to do his own homework for classes tomorrow. Not that he was doing at all well in his schoolwork. He was barely passing. Not the same as the bright young Caleb who had started the semester with such high hopes.
"Come on, you fucking faggot dweeb, lick those nuts!" Buster bellowed. "You are doing one shitty job tonight. Put some enthusiasm into it, or would you like me to report to Mark that you are slacking off?" Caleb shook his head to bring his mind back around to the job at hand...or the job at tongue to be more accurate. He lifted one of Buster's big balls with his tongue and sucked gently on the nut while his lips worked the fleshy skin of the ball sack itself. Caleb's tongue and lips were usually numb and swollen by the end of the day. He currently serviced ten to fifteen jocks each evening after classes, and another four or five in the morning before he left the dorm. He was being blackmailed you see by Mark, who had been Caleb's classmate in high school. Mark had it in for Caleb, and was now taking his sweet revenge. Caleb had lost a series of dumb bets, and incriminating photos taken of him were now being used to control his life. But that was not what was chipping away at Caleb's tortured mind. He probably could have withstood the abuse. What was gnawing at Caleb was how quickly he had accepted his submissive role and how he had "gone further than required" in servicing the hunky jock college boys. He had sucked dick unbidden. He had been ordered to lick...not ordered to suck! But once the college jocks had discovered what a compliant cocksucker Caleb was, well of course they wanted to unload their cum loaded nuts down his throat.
Caleb lifted his head so that his nose became buried in the fleshy underside of Buster's ball sack. He inhaled the sweaty sexual stink of the nutsack, as his tongue lapped harder at the nuggets inside. Abruptly Buster stood up, the testicles slapping his upper thighs. " I hate this fucking History Shit!" he barked, slamming the cover on the book. He stepped over the naked boy on the floor and threw himself onto his bed. He popped a pillow behind his head and looked down at Caleb on the floor. Caleb knelt there naked with his tongue hanging out of his teenage mouth. He looked like some kind of pet.
"Get on up here and lick my asshole!" the jock snapped, and Caleb crawled toward the bed. He knew the rules. He knew how to behave. If he didn't do it perfectly, he would be punished. If he refused, those photos of him licking dick and sucking cock would go on line to hundreds of college students and would also be sent to his parents and friends. The age of social media has landed more than a few young people in hot water.
Buster spread his strong, meaty, hairy legs. He lifted his big feet in the air, giving the licker better access to his dark, moist, hairy asshole. Caleb plunged his cute young face deep into the jock's sweaty ass. He extended his trembling tongue as far as he could and began to lap at the corrugated asshole lips. Buster grunted and lowered his feet to rest them on the naked boy's back. Caleb was now totally ensconced with ass. The muscular ass globes closed around his face, making it difficult to breath. When Caleb did breath, he sucked in foul smelling sweaty ass air. He let out an uncontrollable little sob, but continued licking. Next, he pushed his tongue into the tight asshole ring itself. It was even more moist on the inside. Some of the asshole hairs got stuck in Caleb's teeth. He hated doing this! It would take a long time to get the smell of ass off of his face and out of his mouth. He fervently hoped that the next jocks he had to service only want a dick and ball licking or suck. He didn't mind so much having to lick sweaty armpits. Most of the jocks enjoyed that. But asshole stink somehow got into one and was hard to remove. Caleb had his tongue deeply embedded up the jock's asshole. That was one of Caleb's gifts, having a nice long tongue. A guy can't get a decent ass rimming if the licker has a short tongue. Caleb wiggled his tongue, wetting the inner rectum with saliva. The saliva mixed with ass juice and flowed back into Caleb's mouth. The boy had learned early on to tolerate the taste of ass juice and slime. The important thing was to totally please the jock. Caleb already got enough guff from Mark and the others, he didn't need any further "punishments."
Caleb inhaled to breath, blinked to clear his head and reminded himself to pay attention to his work, and that was when Buster lifted one leg and farted! This raises the question, what did these college boys think of Caleb? How can supposedly normal young men get off on using another human being as a slave...no worse than a slave...as something inhuman? Caleb was nothing to them but a dick dump. A face cunt! They never thought twice about using another human being in this way. How could that be? And worse, what did it say about him that Caleb put up with this treatment? Why didn't he report them? Was it the photos....or perhaps worse, was it something in Caleb? Buster farted, and Caleb was forced to inhale in order to breath. How fucking sick is that?
Buster never even apologized. If asked, he would have not even considered why he should apologize. So, who cares if he farts in the licker's face. In fact, it was kind of funny. And it certainly wasn't the first time. Just the other night in the bathroom, five jocks had taken turns farting in Caleb's face. He had to judge which farts smelled best and pick a winner. That night, Caleb had selected Sean Flaven as the best farter, and had been given eight inches of Irish dick down his throat as a prize!
Caleb pulled his ass sweat slick face from Buster's cheeks. Buster raised his head from the pillow to glower at the boy.
"Sir, I'm already ten minutes late to my appointment with Mr. Garcia!" Caleb had to call all of the jocks Mr. and use their last names now. Jorge Garcia was a husky Latino with a real mean streak and a thick uncut dick.
"Oh, for Fuck's sake, Okay! Jesus...you got to manage your time better, faggot! Get on up here and suck me off!"
Five minutes later, a still naked Caleb crawled down the long fourth floor hall of the dorm. His throat was clogged with jock sperm. Buster always shot a huge load. Caleb wanted to wash the ass stink off of his face. He knew Jorge would complain if he smelled bad, but he was already so late. As he crawled, he kept his head down, staring only at the carpet in front of him. He crawled as he had been taught to do, back arched, ass up high, legs spread slightly so his own large balls and hefty dick were fully on display. He was rather like a well trained animal. In fact there had been some talk among the footballers of making Caleb the team mascot! Caleb prayed this plot would fall through, as he knew it would end with terrible humiliation for himself.
He was thinking so hard on this, he didn't see the pair of flip flop clad naked feet in front of him, and he bumped into them. He looked up to see Mark with nothing but a large white towel around his waist, looking down at him. Mark carried a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap. Mark was a muscular, sculpted, handsome young god. He had everything any young man could want. He cocked his good looking head and looked down at Caleb and grinned.
"Hey why the fuck don't you look where you are going?" he said in a pleasant voice. He raised one flip flop clad foot and pushed Caleb on the shoulder, causing the boy to topple over onto his side. "You are so fucking helpless, you know that? Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"Yes, Sir, Mr. Garcia, Sir, but I'm late, and I wanted to wash first, but there isn't time!" The words tumbled out of Caleb's mouth. It was a little like he was at a confessional and Mark was his confessor. Mark leaned down and inhaled.
"Yeah, boy, you do stink a lot like dick and ass! Here, open your mouth!" Caleb complied and Mark shoved the bar of soap into the young man's mouth. The taste was horrible, but it would help remove the flavor and smell of sweaty ass "You know, I'm glad I ran into you, Caleb. I've got a little job for you. You need to help us out. You see, Arnie, the janitor for our dorm, needs to cut his shift a bit short because his wife is sick with something or other. So I told Arnie...you go on home after you finish the floor number three can. We can take care of the bathroom on our floor. Right I mean...to help Arnie out. So...after you finish servicing the last dude tonight, I want you to meet me in the bathroom. After tonight, I won't need to supervise, but I want to make sure you get off to a good start...you know?"
"I'm not sure I understand, Sir..." Caleb said, taking the soap out of his mouth. His lips were caked with foam and soap chips.
"What's top understand, Asswipe? You are going to clean the bathroom for a few weeks to help Arnie out. You are going to clean the shower room floor...and the sinks and the toilet stalls and the toilets! "
"oh!" Caleb said in a very small voice, wondering how he was going to fit in time to clean the bathrooms. It meant neglecting his school work even more.
Mark scratched his chin and grinned. "The only thing is, Arnie didn't leave his cleaning supplies behind, so you are going to have to clean the toilets and so on WITH YOUR TONGUE!"
"OH, NO!" was all Caleb could say. It was stupid, I know, a childish response. But it was all he could come up with. He shook his cute head from side to side. Foam from the soap dripped onto his chest.
"Oh yes, and I am going to be there to make sure you get a good start. You know it can be so damned difficult to clean up under the toilet rim. All kinds of crud splashes up there and collects and gunks up. But I know you, what a good guy you are. I know that you are going to do an absolutely thorough job on each and every toilet. And don't forget all the pecker tracks on the stall doors. I wish the dudes would stop jerking off in the stalls and spraying it all over the fucking stall doors. It is so fucking gross. But I know you will lick it all off and get those doors spotless. "
Mark chuckled and continued his walk down the hallway toward the bathroom.
"But my tongue is already swollen and sore..." Caleb croaked after him.
"Don't worry, kid...it will get used to it. You'd be amazed at what we can get used to! I wonder what we're going to do if some jock has taken a dump in one of the toilets and not flushed it?"
Just then, a doorway at the end of the floor swung open and a husky Latino stuck his head out..."Where the fuck is that motherfucking Licker? I got a hard on leaking all over my fucking room!"