Soon I heard Bobby snoring softly and I looked over to see his naked form peaking out at various points from the comforter. My cock was throbbing again as I recalled each and every detail of the day. It was going to be a long night.
As I typed and thought about the events, I couldn't help stealing glances at the mostly uncovered naked Bobby. I typed until 3 am and still with a hard on, lay down on the floor and spread the blanket over me. Sleeping on the floor in my own room, how could this be happening?
My dreams were filled with naked bodies and cocks and I don't know what all. I woke up to bright sunlight, with a picture of a hard cock in my mind. Someone was talking.
"Wow, you are right, not a hair on him! And look, he IS hard, just like you said he would be!" I didn't recognize the voice and struggled to focus.
"Yeah, and he likes it, he sleeps on the floor to show how low he is." That voice I knew, it was Bobby's. I managed to get my eyes to focus, man I was tired. There was a guy in the room with Bobby, and I didn't know him. He was laughing at me and pointing.
I blushed again. "What's the matter, wake up grumpy because you didn't have a wet dream?" Bobby said again. He used the same voice he used last night - it wasn't mean or snide. But it still got to me.
"Who is this? And why is he here?" I asked still waking up and gathering my wits. I was sitting up now on the floor.
"This is my roommate, Tony. I emailed him this morning and he was wondering where I had spent the night and why I hadn't come home. He thought I had scored with a chick again. I told him about this low piece of shit that I had found and he asked if he could come down and see." He said matter-of-factly. "We have been discussing all the things you like to do and he doesn't believe me. He can't believe a guy could be that low that he would allow another man to shave him, or that he would jack off in front of him, allow himself to be covered in piss and to eat his own cum." Bobby was recanting my list of humiliations, making me flush with embarrassment.
"Did you really do all of that?" Tony asked incredulously.
"Yes, that and more, right, Davey?"
I was awake enough to remember his instructions and said, "Yes," but not very loudly.
"Say it louder, so he can hear you and you should be calling me Sir."
I looked up and was sure I was beet red, "Yes, Sir."
"So I think you should show Tony some of the stuff you do, don't you agree?"
I was stunned, I couldn't believe it; he was going to make me do this in front of his roommate. But my cock said it wanted to do it. It throbbed as it stood hard and rigid.
With great shame I said, "Yes, Sir."
"Why don't you stand up here so Tony can take a look at a man without a hair on his body, below his neck," he instructed. I stood and wanted to cover myself, but only blushed deeper as I stood there with my hands at my side. "Now turn around slowly, so Tony can check you out." I turned slowly. When I was facing away from Tony, Bobby said, "Okay, now bend over and spread your cheeks, to show Tony that you even allowed your ass hole to be shaved."
I bent and spread my cheeks as instructed, concentrating on the floor, trying not to think of the humiliation I was feeling.
"Okay, now turn around here." I stood and turned back facing them. "Stroke you cock for him. See, Tony, he has no shame. He will stand there and jack off in front of a stranger. And he will continue to jerk himself until he comes or until I tell him to stop."
I was close. I don't know why, but this debasement, was pushing me closer to the edge.
"Make him stop before he comes," Tony suggested.
"Davey, you can stop stroking now," Bobby said, noting the anguish in my face that this caused. I was so close. I wanted to shoot. I didn't want to shoot in front of this stranger, but I wanted that release.
"What else does he do?" asked Tony, again looking me up and down.
"He allows himself to be covered in piss. Let's see, he also gave me a bath. He kissed my asshole. Oh, and he likes to stick things up his ass. "
I couldn't believe that Bobby would bring that up. I felt the heat rush from my feet to my face as he said that.
"Oh, can I see that?" Tony asked.
"I don't see why not, Davey loves to do it. So lay here on the bed on your back." I did as he said. He rummaged around in the bag he had brought over and came up with a blue tube and a bottle of something. "Here, show Tony how you lube this up and then you can use it on yourself."
I took the things from him. I figured out how to open the bottle and put some of the clear lotion that came out on the blue tube. It was plastic, kind of like firm jello about an inch or so in diameter and had a disk at one it. It was like the plug he had used yesterday, but this one was longer and did not have the flare at the end to keep it in my butt. I spread the lotion along the length of it. And then lying back looking up at the ceiling, I bent my knees and spread my legs apart so I could gain access to my hole. Feeling the surge of heat pulse through my face, I started pushing the thing into my asshole. I remember what Bobby had told me about pushing out and as I did that the tube started sliding in. It hit my prostate and my cock jumped and dripped. But there was more to push in. I kept pushing until the disk was against my butt.
"Go ahead and fuck yourself with it," Bobby instructed.
I had almost forgotten about them, while I had thought about how the thing in my ass felt. I started working it in and out.
"Man, the guy is fucking himself! I can't believe a guy could be that low. And not only fucking himself, but letting 2 guys watch him do it," he commented, with rancor and scorn in his voice.
Bobby said in his same cool modulated voice, "Yeah, he just likes getting himself off and he doesn't care who watches." Bobby moved over next to the bed. "Watch this." Bobby unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them down with his boxers and stepped out of them. He stood now naked from the waist down. He got up on the bed, one foot on each side of my stomach, with his back to me. He then squatted down; lowering his butt to my face. "He will lick my ass for me, while he fucks himself." He squatted lower until his hole was right over my mouth. I stuck out my tongue as I squeezed by eyes shut.
I guess Tony had moved around, because he said, "Wow, licking your hole, cleaning it for you. I can't believe that a man would do that to another guy. I don't even think I could get my girl to do that to me. I had a dog once that loved to lick my hole while I was jacking off. But I never saw a person do that!"
Tears began to roll down my face and Bobby reminded me that I was supposed to be working that thing in and out of my ass. "Yes, and he obviously enjoys it, 'cause his dick is still rock hard and dripping." Even my cock was betraying me, getting pleasure from me being compared to a dog. I licked Bobby's ass for a couple moments more, before he raised himself up. "Man, that felt great," Bobby said as he got off of the bed, his cock had swollen a bit, but it didn't seem to bother him that his roommate saw this.
"Okay, start jacking." Bobby instructed. I was so close, I was going to blow. I gripped my cock and stroked it furiously. "Now stop," Bobby instructed.
It took every bit of strength I had to stop. Tears were running again, but this time from frustration. My cock was tingling I wanted to cum so bad!
Bobby got dressed while I lay there trying to regain myself. My balls had drawn up tight against my cock. I wanted to cum!
"Tony, shall we let him shoot?" I was reduced to letting other people decide if I could cum.
"Hmmmmm, let's see." He starched his chin and tried to look like he was pondering a very weighty decision. "Okay, I guess. I want to see him eat his own cum."
At that moment, I thought I could swallow a gallon of my cum, just to get to the release. I didn't reach for my cock, until Bobby said I could. When he gave the okay, I grabbed my cock and pounded furiously, moaning all the while. My legs were shaking as I rushed towards that edge. The one I wanted so bad. My ass clamped around the tube in my ass and my toes curled up and I began to shoot. The first rope of cum shot over my shoulder, then second landed on my face, the third on my chin and then the rest landed on my chest and stomach. My pulse was pounding in my temples and I stroked out every last bit. My breathe was ragged as my cock became so sensitive, I had to slow down the stroking.
"Okay, now wipe up that cum on your face and lick it off of your fingers." As much as I had wanted to eat every last drop before I came, I wanted that bad not to put it in my mouth. I hesitated after wiping up the gob on my face before putting it in my mouth. But I did and tasted the salty taste I had first experienced yesterday. I smelled the familiar bleachy smell of cum. It seemed to fill the air.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Tony saying, "Wow, he did it, just like you said he did. He ate his own cum! Didn't know anyone could be that low."
"Yeah, he loves it, can't get enough. Came 3 or 4 times yesterday, just so he would have more to eat." I felt the thing in my ass sliding out as I wished I could slide under the bed.
Bobby picked up a jock off of the floor and tossed it to me, "Clean yourself up, you have to get ready for your classes." I caught the jock and used it to wipe up as much as I could find, even the stop on the wall behind my head.
"I have got to get going myself," Tony said. "Thanks for sharing. That was amazing, seeing a guy, a guy from this school, a guy from our dorm, being that low. Who would have thought?" He opened the door and leaving it open, left. Bobby slowly walked over to the door, all the while I am in plain view if anyone happened to walk by. He closed the door and walked back over to my bed.
"Did that make you hard? Did that give you a rush? Performing such debased acts in front of my roommate? Did it make your cock throb?"
"Yes," I said as I sobbed.
"Stand up." I did as he said. He wrapped his arms around me and patted me on the back. "It's okay. You get off on it. Don't beat yourself up over it. This is for your own good." He took hold of my shoulder and pushed me back and looked into my eyes, searching them, as if trying to read my mind. "Now today for classes, I think gym shorts, a t-shirt, sandals, and oh, yeah, let's start out with the butt plug in."
I looked at him in horror. "Please if I have the butt plug in, I'll be hard all the time, and there is no way to hide that in those shorts. Please, Bobby, you said I could ask you if I thought it was going too far, too fast for me. Please Bobby, I'll do anything you say, just not that. I can't have students and professors that I know, see me like this. Please!" I was begging for my life here.
He looked me in the eyes for a bit and then said, "Okay." And I thought I would not have to wear the butt plug. "You can wear that jock." He pointed to the one I had used to clean myself up. I realized then, that it was also the one that he had used to wipe up my piss with yesterday. But that was certainly better than without it. I didn't think I would like any other options he might come up with. So I nodded, and reached for the jock. Smack! He hit my ass.
I turned around quickly, ready to lash out, when he said, "That's for nodding and not addressing me as sir. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I said, and dropped my head as I reached for the jock and began to put it on.
"So you have 2 classes next and then you will meet me in the gym for our workout. So bring your workout clothes." I continued to dress as he had directed. My cock was growing hard again, as I squatted and worked the plug into my ass. By the time I stood up, it was beginning to fill out the jock. I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt as he said, "And if anyone, anyone asks to see your cock, you are to go with them to the men's room and let them see it. I won't make you whip it out in public. Not just yet," he said with a grin. "And pack up those workout clothes from yesterday, you'll need them again today."
I packed everything I would need for classes and put the workout clothes in a plastic shopping bag. As I moved around the room, the plug moved in my ass. My ass was tender, probably from all the stuff that had been up it.
"Bobby," I said, getting his attention. "I have to take a leak."
He looked at me and smiled. He tossed me a nalgene bottle, one of the big quart ones. It was tinted yellow. "Piss in there. And keep the bottle with you. Remember you are not to piss, shit or jack off without asking my permission. And you hesitated today with Tony here. I noticed that and you will be punish later for that. Do you understand?"
I started to drop my head and nod, but caught myself and said, "Yes, Sir."
"Okay, take your piss." I picked up the bottle and started to walk into the bathroom. "No, right here, in front of me."
I undid my shorts, let them drop and freed my cock from the jock. It took effort to force my cock down and into the opening of the bottle. Then it took what seemed hours to get relaxed enough that I could actually get even a trickle started. But finally, I was able to relieve the pressure and began to fill the bottle. When I finished I couldn't shake off the piss drops on the end, but just pull my jock back up and trap my cockhead in the strap. I pulled up my shorts and tied the strings.
"Okay, let's go." We both had history next. Bobby wanted to rush across the campus, but I wasn't walking fast with the plug in my ass. He only smiled as he looked back at me. He slowed down a bit, but didn't walk with me, but about a dozen paces in front of me.
When we got to class, we took seats near the back of the class, up towards to top of the lecture hall. The prof came in and started class. I couldn't concentrate. I was sitting on the plug and it kept pressure on my prostate, making my cock throb in its trap of jockstrap.
At one point, the prof turned off the lights off to show some pictures of a castle or something. When that happened, Bobby moved closer to me and whispered, "Moved forward a bit in your seat and lean forward." I did as he said. Then I felt his hand slide down the back of my shorts. "Raise up just a bit." I did as he said. His hand slid under my butt and finger found the base of the plug. He pushed in on it and wiggled it around. I started to moan, but bit my lip so I wouldn't. I could feel my cock starting to stream precum. He kept this up all the time the lights were out. When they came on, he slid his hand out of my shorts. Then he waved his fingers under my nose. "Take a whiff," he said.
I smelled the musky pungent smell of my asshole.
He smiled and went back to taking notes on the class. I couldn't even hear what the prof was saying much less write anything down. I kept clinching my hole around the plug, feeling it push against that magic spot in my ass. It was so powerful, the throb there and in my ass. I was so lost in it, that I didn't hear him dismiss class. Bobby was standing. He said, "I see you in the locker room in an hour. And in your next class, concentrate on what is being taught!"
He grabbed his backpack and left. I stood, shouldered my backpack and headed out the door. I was walking along the halls in my own daze, feeling the thing in my ass. Then I felt someone tapping me on the arm. I stopped and focused on the person next to me. I didn't know him. He would look up to my face and then down as he tried to talk. It was obvious that he was having difficulty getting out what he wanted to say.
"I was, ah, wondering, if , ah, you would, ah..."
He blushed and I said, "Yes?"
"You will? That's great! Where do we go?"
"Go? Go to do what?" I said, getting angry now.
"Why to see your cock." He said, and I was sure several people around us heard him.
I blushed, "What?" I whispered.
"I want to see your cock. That guy said it would be okay."
I didn't have to ask which guy. I led the guy into the nearby men's room and moved up to the urinals with the guy. He stood looking at me. I was really flustered with this situation and did not know what to do. "Stand at the urinal and look like you are taking a piss." I said, as I fumbled with my shorts, getting them loose and then freeing my rigid cock from the jock.
The guy stood facing the urinal then, but never took his eyes off of what I was doing at my crotch. I was getting red again, as I got my cock out of the jock. "Wow. That's hot. But you have no hair down there!"
I flushed a deeper shade of red. "It has been shaved off."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I decided to! Have you seen enough? I have to get to class." I just knew someone would walk into the men's room as I was exposing myself to this stranger.
"Man, you reek of piss and cum." I blushed again. "Yeah, I have to get to class, too. But I could look at that for a long time. And I would love to touch it." I worked to get it back into my jock before he could follow through on his wish. I tied my shorts and turned to leave. "Hey, where can I meet up with you again?" he asked as I left the men's room, trying to hide my red face behind the door, or whatever I could find.
I rushed over to my next class and realized I couldn't move too fast because of the thing in my ass. But I managed to get in just as the guy was starting class. I got into a seat at the back of the room; away from the majority of the people.
My cock pulsed and throbbed in my jock during the entire class and I could think of nothing else. Every time I shifted in my seat the plug in my ass would shift and I would clinch around it, which only made my cock twitch more. I knew I was leaking again. I only heard about one out of every 30 or 40 words the guy said during the whole class. Something was going to have to change or I was going to fail all my classes. But I kept checking the clock, counting the minutes until the class would be over. I wanted to be with Bobby again, but I dreaded what this meant to my life. I had been reduced to being a low degraded person, who took out his cock and showed it to strangers, just because they asked. I knew I could go no lower.
Class was finally over and I headed over to the gym. My heart was racing and my cock tensing as I entered the gym. I walked through the locker room, looking for Bobby. As I walked, I was attracted to every naked man I passed. I wanted to see his cock, his balls and his ass. I wanted to see them. I almost ran into a guy because I was staring at a guy in the row I was passing. I looked up into his face as I tried to voice an "Excuse me," but I saw I look of disgust in his face. He must have figured out I was staring at the naked guy. He roughly pushed passed me and headed out of the locker room.
Thoroughly embarrassed, I continued my search for Bobby. We never used the same locker twice, always finding ones that were available. I found him finally, over in an older section of lockers. He was just taking off his last article of clothing, his boxers. After he shucked them down and kicked them off, he stood up and looked at me. I felt heat on my face as my eyes traveled up and down his toned masculine body, because I knew he was enjoying making me survey his body.
He wasn't one of those muscle bound Mr. Universe kind of guys. He just had a define chest, abs, back, hell - everywhere. And he knew I was gawking at him. He just smiled and stood there as I looked him over. I had washed him. I knew almost every inch of his body, but I was still mesmerized. I looked at the trail of hair that led from his navel down to his wiry dark brown bush, and flushed again as I remembered, I no longer had hair around my cock.
He scratched his nuts and then flipped his cock a couple of times at me. I looked down and again felt blood rushing to my face. "Okay, get changed into your workout clothes. You have a lot of work to do." He stood and watched as I chose a locker a couple down from his and set down my backpack. He continued to watch as I took off my t-shirt, and then untied my shorts and dropped them. He smiled when he saw my cock was still hard and sticking out of the top of my jock.
I put my shorts, t-shirt and sandals in the locker. As I bent to place them in, I felt the plug move in my ass. I stood up quickly remembering where I was and what I must look like. He smiled again. I took out my workout shorts. They were stiff and stank from yesterday's urine soak and sweat. They were kind of old fashioned. The shorter gym shorts that were popular in college a while back, not like the long legged ones of today. As I bent to put them on, I felt the plug move in my ass again. I hurriedly pulled them up. Then raced to get the t-shirt on, to cover my cock that was sticking out of the waistband of my shorts. The smell from the shirt nearly knocked me over.
I sat down then, feeling the full force of the plug in my ass once again. I got out my socks and trainers and worked at getting them on. Each time I moved to put on a sock or a shoe or tie the shoes, the plug moved in my ass. When I was finished I looked up. Bobby had been watching me the entire time and still stood naked next to me. "Man you stink," he said, as he began to dress.
I watched his body flex as he dressed. He looked over once and caught me staring and smiled. I blushed again. When he finished dressing, he led me out to the training rooms. Rather than going to the usual weight rooms, he went down another hallway to a row of small rooms. He went about half way down the hallway and entered a room. Once I had entered he closed the door. There were mats on the floor. It looked to be a small wrestling or aerobic room.
"Okay, let's start you off with a hundred pushups, to get you warmed up." I looked at him in wonder for a moment. The most I had ever done with him was 50. "Come on. Get down there and get started." I moved to get into position, feeling the plug again. I realized that as I got into position, my ass cheeks were tightly flexed, making my hole clench around the plug in my ass. I started out doing pushups.
"No, count them as you do them. Start over." I had done 8 already. So I started counting them, "One, two, three," feeling the pressure of the plug in my ass. After I reached 20, Bobby moved around, so I couldn't see him. Then I left his foot slide in between my legs.
"Spread your legs a bit," he instructed and obeyed. When I had done this, he moved the toe of his foot under my crotch. Now every time I went down, my cock pressed into his shoe. I lost count for a moment, but figured out where I was and kept on pumping them. At 50 my arms were beginning to burn. At 60, he started raising his toes up on my up stroke, keeping his foot in contact with my crotch.
It was difficult to concentrate on doing pushups with my cock throbbing and oozing. At 75, I thought I was going to die. At 80, I had difficulty pushing myself off of the floor, but his foot in my crotch was insistent. At 85, I couldn't raise myself up, no matter how much he flexed his toes in my crotch. "Come on, you wimp, one more!" He flexed again in my crotch. I tried pushing up but my arms were like rubber. He moved his foot and put the toe of his shoe against my balls and started pressing in. "One more!"
I groaned and pushed and felt the pressure release from my balls. I slowly managed to get one more up. Held it and then collapsed down. His foot was back under my cock, flexing up and down. "Can't. Do. Another." I said.
"Okay, then we will just have to punish your for the ones you couldn't do." My ass which had relaxed a bit when I went to the floor, now flexed again at the thought of him spanking me.
"Now, a hundred sit ups." This would be easier. I could do more of these. I did 75 with him all the time. I struggled around to get onto my back. . Trying to get my arms behind my head, it made them ache. It was all I could feel.
Bobby held my ankles for me. I knew to count this time, "One," and felt the plug move in my ass and push against my prostate. Oh, shit! This was not going to be easy. "Two. Three." By ten I was moaning. It was too much. By 20, I thought I wouldn't last. By 30 I was moaning in time with each raise and lower of my body. Each flex of my body, was moving the plug. And hitting that spot was driving me crazy.
By 40, I found myself speeding up, wanting the feeling to increase the intensity. By fifty, I was panting them out, "Fifty-one, Fifty-two! And moaning between each one. Clinching my ass tighter and tighter around the plug. "Fifty-three - ahhhggg." It was so intense, it was like nothing I had ever felt. "Fifty-four!" I thought I was going to pass out.
"Fifty-Five! Ahhhhhhhhh!" I realized I had just shot a load in my jock. I hadn't touched my cock, but I had shot. I had to lay back and catch my breath, before I could continue. Bobby only looked at me and smiled.
"You liked the feeling of being fucked in the ass?" It made me realize, again, how low I had sank, getting off on something up my ass. No only that, but blowing a load from it and Bobby knowing about it. "Come on, you have some more to do."
I started to do some more and found I couldn't take the thing in my ass. It was driving me crazy and my cock was so sensitive. "Please, Bobby, I can't do anymore with that thing in my ass. Please let me take it out," I begged. I knew I would break down and cry, if I had to continue with that in my butt.
He released my ankles, "Okay, go ahead and take it out." I got up and started for the door, figuring I would go to the toilet stall and be able to get it out. "No. Stay here. Drop you shorts, squat down and get it out," he instructed.
I looked from him to the window in the door. Then moved off to one corner, pulled down my shorts and squatted so I could pull it out. My hole was so tender as I pulled/pushed it out. Once passed the flange, it came out quickly. I stood up with it and then pulled up my shorts. "What do I do with it now?"
"Stick it in your jock, until we get back to the locker room. Now let's finish up those sit-ups. Then we can get on with the rest of the work out."
I got down on the floor, back in position, with Bobby holding my ankles again. I was looking into his face as I began counting again. "Fifty-seven, fifty-eight ..."
To be continued....
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The story is moving slowly - I understand some of you want more to happen quicker - but Dave is telling this story and he is telling how he was taken from his ordinary college life to a low debased humiliated boy. Don't rush him!
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