Persuaded into Bitchdom

Persuaded into bitchdom By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com M/m/M+, humiliation, group sex, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination, college, one-way sex Posted at Nifty.org, please donate so we can keep posting and reading nice and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, visit: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Persuaded into bitchdom – part 02

Hi guys, this story is intrinsically related to `from straight to bitch club', but if you haven't read it and don't feel like reading it, it's ok, you'll still be able to fully understand it.

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I slept with the straps and nothing else as I thought they were comfortable enough. When I woke up, I saw the sun hitting the wall. The light hit the legs of the woman on the poster, just under her pussy. As I saw it, I remembered what the day had in store for me. I took a quick shower that at that time wasn't too busy and came back to dress up. I had two classes in the morning, volley in the afternoon and then training with Karl. Busy day.

I remembered Craig last night asking me to cum on my face. I didn't know how to do that. I remembered Bernard's words: wear it with pride'. And then Karl: wear cum as a mask that you'll use to fit in'.

Ok, I had to do that, but I couldn't get a hardon. I tried all I could, but nothing worked. The chicks on the walls weren't attractive anymore. The pictures on the phone, the stories I used to read, nothing was making me excited enough. I didn't have time for that. I decided to leave with my face clean.

I was carried away to class by my unwilling feet. I took shortcuts and entered the building. As I walked across many male students, and a few female ones, I came face to face with Bernard.

"I was sure you'd be clean. Not very wise, boy."

"I tried ok. But I just couldn't get a hardon. How could I?" I tried to appeal to his senses.

"It's alright. I've got one here for you. Just come with me."

"My class is..."

"It won't take you five minutes. Just come."

I followed Bernard to the toilet. We got into one of the stalls, and I got myself pressed against the wall facing him. He started unbuckling and it got to me. I decided to get out.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"You can finish here and then you just spread it on my face. I don't know."

"Noooo! You got it wrong. It needs to look like someone came on your face. Remember? It must look real. I can only do that if I really cum on your face. Just get on your knees."

"What? No one said that yesterday."

"Course we did. You were just not paying attention." And that grin.

"Will everyone be doing the same?"

"Of course. That'd the deal. C'mon. On your knees."

It was getting worse than I imagined. My hand was still on the handle, but I knew I'd better have it done soon. That was the first day, but it would end soon.

I dropped to my knees and Bernard managed to get his dick out. I never imagined I'd see a dick that close. Leave alone someone else's hard cock. And what a cock! Veiny, thick enough to get his whole hand around the shaft, big enough to get two hands holding it at the same time.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick."

He saw me looking at his dick, and he probably knew I would. A guy with a dick that big knows it will make anyone gasp at its sight. I'd be so proud if I had a dick that big. I couldn't even imagine how I'd live if it was the case. A lot would change.

Now that I think about it, maybe his dick wasn't that impressive for porn standards, for example. But as it was the first one I saw that close, it did impress me in a way I'll never forget.

"It's beautiful isn't it? This cock is something else."

"Just don't, ok? I'm not here for this."

"Ok, don't need to be so sensitive. It just makes it faster when I know I'm being appreciated. Your class is about to start and I'm trying to have it done quickly."

He was there for another minute or so, jacking off fast, but still no cum. He was looking at me, and I was looking at him.

"Don't look at me, it's annoying me." He said.

"So look away." I promptly replied.

"I can't. I need to look at you, or I won't know where to cum."

I decided to look to the ceiling then. But every now and then my eyes would get back down and meet his.

"Just stare at my cock. It's easier. And it would help me cum faster."

"Fuck!"

I did as he asked. I have to admit I wanted to see it again, but I didn't want to look gay. Well, apparently I had no other option. So, I focused my eyesight on his dick and watched his hand working on it.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Oh, c'mon" I protested.

"Just let me say it, ok? You don't need to say anything. I always do that. Ok?"

I sighed defeated. "Ok. But just finish this already."

"Good." He grinned again. "Look at this cock. It's so hard for you, look at it. Can you feel how warm it is? I bet you can. It's burning hot in my hand. And look! My hand can barely hold it. It's so thick. It's so big. I've destroyed so many pussies with it. You wouldn't believe it."

Bernard was very descriptive sometimes. "She started crying when I got it all into her tight little pussy. I loved it." Me, on the other hand, was at first feeling annoyed, but soon I started feeling that same sense of jealousy I felt when I first saw his dick. His sexual life seemed so hot and interesting. Is that what a nice cock could offer you? I would never know what it felt like. I started imagining myself with a dick that big doing the things he said he did. That's when I got a hardon. I couldn't believe it. Lucky I was all dressed up and my jeans were covering my crotch. Besides, my dick was too tiny anyway.

"Here it comes."

He aimed his dick head onto my face, and I felt the first stream hitting my forehead. The second followed suit and hit me on the left eye. The third on my nose and lips. The fourth was on the chin, and the fifth and sixth hit the same spot. When he was done, he gave me a piece of toilet paper.

"You're allowed to clean your eyes, but that's it. You can take more with you in case some of it run down onto the eyes. But that's all you can clean. Ok?"

I lowered my face as I cleaned my eye. I felt the cum on my chin fell onto my t-shirt.

"Fuck, it'll stain."

"You gotta need to do a lot of washing I guess. Eventually, it'll get all wet. We can't help it."

Bernard put his dick back in his pants, buckled his belt and opened the door. Before leaving, he said I was getting late for class.

And I was indeed. Without even looking at me in the mirror, I ran to the class. I got to my chair and finally I had time to look around. Geez, they were looking at me.

"What? Get over it." I said as the class was still about to start.

Giggles everywhere. I saw the teacher's eyes finding me. I was prepared for something coming from him, but he remained quiet. Did I see him smiling? No, of course he didn't.

Josh sat on my right side. We were not friends, but we've talked before. The giggles annoyed me. "Hey, you got something on your face. Like all over it."

I couldn't answer. Not only because I had nothing smart to say, but also because if I did, I'd get spunk into my mouth. It was running down my nose towards my lips. I remembered Bernard saying I could only clean my eyes, but what about my lips? How was I supposed to talk with my lips covered in cum? I ended up cleaning my lips too.

At the end of the class, I walked out as fast as I could. I decided to stay inside the toilet and wait for the next class hiding in there. As I stepped out of the room, Craig came to me.

"Hey, you need a top up. Come with me."

I've been through that only once, but I was learning fast. I knew Craig was directing me to the toilet. Once in there, I saw other two guys washing their hands. Two of the five stalls were engaged. Still, without hesitation, Craig made me get in one of the stalls and then he followed suit.

"Good sucky suck!" Someone said and more laughter. I was getting used to that already.

"Bernard told me you were clean when you came to class this morning. That's no good." Craig started.

"I couldn't get a hardon. I told him."

"Wake up a bit earlier, then. If you can't get a hardon, I'll send someone to your room before you leave. It's important you're wearing cum at all times. Got it?"

I nodded. How could I argue?

"There's more. He said he came all over your face." Craig continued. "How come you don't have cum on your lips?"

"Oh, c'mon. If I get cum on my lips, I won't be able to talk."

"How come? How does it stop you from talking?" Craig did look curious as if the answer wasn't that obvious.

"If I do, I'll get cum in my mouth..."

"And? What's the problem?"

"What?" I asked mesmerized. How dared him? "I'm not swallowing cum. This isn't part of the deal."

"You don't need to swallow. No one's asking you that. You just can't swipe your face. If it gets to your lips, maybe you can lick it up and then spit on a napkin or something."

"What? Are you serious? I ain't tasting no one's cum."

"Listen, you accepted the terms yesterday. We can try to make it easy for you and try not to cum on your lips. Although I think it would be a shame. Cum on the lips would look so nice. But anyway, I won't force it now on your first day. But soon it will happen and you gotta learn how to deal with it without cleaning it. By no means you can clean it. Just put it in your head now coz it won't change."

"This is getting out of control..." I spoke out loud.

"You agreed to it yesterday. You didn't impose limits. What was said will go on till the end. It can't change. Remember this is for the honour of our team. We bumped fists on it. You must obey or we won't accept you as one of us."

I was speechless again. As Craig said, this was my first day. Karl said it would get better with time.

"Maybe you can start tasting your own cum, so you get used to the taste, you know?" Craig suggested.

"Gosh, this can't be happening..."

"Just start doing that from now on. I'll give you a week. I'll ask the guys not to cum on your lips for now, but from next week we must even focus on it. Cum on the lips will look great. I think forehead and lips are the best. And eventually the cum runs down and ends up over the lips..."

"Ok, I got it..."

"Oh, c'mon" Craig patted me on the shoulder as if trying to cheer me up. "Where's that guy who'd say `fuck, yeah', uhn?"

"Don't know, how can I sound cheerful when you ask me this kind of stuff?"

"This will soon pass. You're not the first one. You're not the only one. This thing you're doing is actually taken very seriously around here. You go through this and people will get to respect you a lot."

Did it make sense? I didn't know. Maybe I was just a naïve country boy who didn't know anything about the real world. I used to talk a lot about sacrifice, but what I've done before till that day was in no way real sacrifices. I was learning that you couldn't sacrifice anything if in the end you didn't feel like losing something. You can't win anything new if before you don't offer a part of your old self for immolation. And it must be a part that hurts when you offer it to a certain death. I was offering my comfort. My pride. My past. That past that had me spoiled and pampered. The safe space of a boy who never knew what it takes to be accepted because I always took it for granted.

"Will you taste your cum for us?" Craig insisted.

"Ok..."

"Fuck, yeah?"

"Fuck, yeah" I smiled.

"Good. Now we're talking." He smiled back. "Now on your knees. You must know what to do."

Craig reached for his short's button and unbuttoned it. Then unzipped the shorts as I found myself back on my knees.

He presented me with a limp dick. He pumped it for one or two minutes as I looked away. There was no point in looking up if I knew he wouldn't be coming any time soon.

"Hey, look up!" He said.

I looked back up and saw his cock inches away from my face. I moved away to give it room and he started jerking off.

"Be careful not to touch my cock. I can't touch you with it, but you can still touch it if you don't pay attention. Then, don't complain."

I said to myself I'd be more cautious from that moment on. As I found a more comfortable position between the closed door and Craig, I took the chance to see his cock. Don't blame me, but I was curious. Every guy is. I knew I had a small dick and Bernard had a big one, but I didn't know what the average size was. Was the average closer to mine or to Bernard's? Maybe I'd know the answer after seeing the cocks that were supposed to spurt on my face.

As for Craig's, it was much bigger than mine, but smaller than Bernard's. It was a not as veiny as Bernard's and not as thick either. But it looked quite nice for a cock. The head was proportional to the shaft, a big purple head that looked bigger as he stroked his dick. For the first time, I saw someone else's balls, since Bernard didn't lower his pants low enough. Craig's were shaved and tight. Not the ones that hang low, but the ones that are smaller and seem rounder. Craig didn't have much hair, but his pubes weren't tightly trimmed.

I waited for a couple of minutes not knowing where to look. Craig didn't give me instructions like Bernard did. Craig himself was not even looking at me. With his left hand he touched his balls and massaged them. As I knew I wasn't being watched, I felt free to look at his cock. It was not for pleasure; it was more for what I felt like research. I wanted to know more about cocks, but not because I was into them, but because I didn't know how to use mine. It sounds stupid, I know, but I believed that, by watching these guys, I could learn one thing or two about sex. I didn't get a hardon by watching Craig as I did before with Bernard. I knew it was not because I was into dicks.

"Ok, get ready." Craig finally looked down and the first spurt got on my forehead. I saw Craig trying to be careful not to spurt on my lips, so he got all the rest on my hair. I don't know how many times he did it, but I saw his testicles pulsing at each stream of jizz that came out from his cock.

"Man, this is a lot of jizz. Don't look down or it will all run down your face and eventually get to your lips. Move to the sides so it can run down your cheeks instead. Don't look up either. It's meaningless if it gets to your back and no one can see it."

I did move my head first to the left and had quite a large amount of spunk running down my left cheek and left ear. The same happened to the right side but in a lower amount.

"There you go." Craig said. "But it doesn't look right. It needs to be on the face."

What can you say when you got your ears partially filled with jizz? Besides, what could I say that would actually make him happy?

"Can you get used to the taste of cum by tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? I don't think so..."

"Seriously, we can't wait for next week. It needs to start tomorrow. We must cum on your face. Even the eyes cleaning is maybe not a good idea. Maybe you an swipe it with your fingers, but not with paper."

I was once again speechless.

"What time is your next class?"

"I don't know... One hour?"

"You need to send me your schedule today. Do it before next class." Craig took his phone and dialled someone. "Hey? Hey, what's up?" he started on the phone. "Can you come to that toilet on building B? The one not far away from the cafeteria. Yeah, first floor. I'm here with Chris. Last stall. Great."

"Who was that?" I asked.

"It's Liam. He's on another team, but said he'd help us. I need him to help me with you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I was lost.

"I don't think that you look nice with the jizz running on each side of your head. The little bit on the hair is nice though."

As he said that, I felt the cum running lower and falling onto my black t-shirt that had stains on it from Bernard's cum already.

"The black t-shirt is nice though. It should be cotton though, so it would look even more obvious that it's cum. We can fix that up."

As I thought about what to say, I heard someone coming into the toilet and seconds later knocking at the door.

"Craig?"

"Hey!" Craig moved me to a spot near the bowl and found room for Liam. Once Liam was inside, Craig closed the door again.

"You gotta find a bigger place for this... How do you call this we're doing?"

"I don't know. His shower?" Craig suggested.

"Ok. You need to find a bigger place for his shower." Liam said with an accent I couldn't recognize.

"You're right. From now on we get the toilets for disabled people. They're much bigger."

"That could work for now."

Liam was tall as the others. He looked Russian to me, but I'm not sure. There's this stereotypical image we have of different nationalities. The reference I had of Russians are the ones I used to see in old films made when Russians were all villains. Strong jaw line, blond hair, blue eyes, strong features and accent. A face that didn't look very welcoming. It was cold and serious. But as he started to talk further, I realized he didn't look that much cold. He was alright.

"I came on Chris' head, but I don't think it works. What do you think?"

Liam looked at me and I at him. It couldn't be more awkward. I was still on my knees near the toilet bowl; he was standing with his hands on his waist as if studying me.

"Yeah, it doesn't look like someone cummed on him."

"That's what I was thinking. But Chris doesn't want cum on his lips..."

"Oh, that's a must. You know in porn, you know it's cum when the chicks talk and there's bubbles on the lips. Have you seen that?"

"Yeah, that's hilarious." Craig said and laughed.

"Yeah, and in the eyes. You know when they can't open the eyes. That's funny too." Liam also laughed as he probably imagined the scene.

"True. But Chris doesn't want to taste cum..."

"Have you never?" Liam asked me. "I mean, your own."

"Nope. Have you?" I asked back.

"No, but some guys do... I don't know."

Craig interrupted this meaningless dialogue: "He wants us to give one week to get used to the taste of his own cum. I agreed at first. I came on his hair as you can see. But when I saw this, I thought it wasn't right..."

"It's not right indeed. It doesn't like someone cummed on him." Liam retorted.

"That's what I said. One week won't work, it needs to start now."

"Hey, wouldn't it happen tomorrow? What you mean now?" I asked.

"Now, when Liam cums on you."

"Are you serious?" I asked. Eyes wide open like a prey watching predators.

"Yeah..." Craig limited his answer.

"Why don't you try some of Craig's jizz?" Liam suggested.

"No way!" I couldn't do that.

"Well, you don't need to, but then you can't freak out later when it gets in your mouth." Craig said.

"You'll freak out." Liam said to me. "You better try it. You won't die or anything. Maybe you won't like it at first. So here among us you can spit it out and try again till you're used to it. Out there it would be weird, don't you think?"

Liam seems reasonable although this was all beyond the limits of reasonability. As I thought about it, Liam unbuttoned his own shorts and showed me his limp dick. Without ceremony, he took it with his right hand and started pumping it. I looked at Craig, who had his shorts buttoned, and he was unbuttoning again.

"I think I can go again. Let's see if I can fix it." Craig said as he started pumping blood into his dick again.

"While we're working here, you should start doing your part. Scoop a little bit from your cheek and put in your mouth." Liam suggested again.

"I can't..."

"Here, let me help you." Craig said as the hand that was holding his dick touched my cheek. He got part of the spunk and put it on my lips. "Open your mouth." I resisted, but he insisted. He forced his way in, and his fingers brushed my teeth and then my tongue.

Without thinking twice, I spat it out. "Gross!"

"Told you. First time shouldn't be easy. But try to keep it longer next time." Liam instructed.

"Yeah. There's not much cum left on your cheeks. You can't waste it." And Craig offered me his cum-covered fingers again. They touched my lips and, this time, they went all the way onto my tongue. He left his fingers there for a while longer, maybe trying to stop me from spitting out.

He removed the fingers and I closed my eyes tightly. The flavour was unbearable, and I had to spit it out again.

"How was it now?" Liam asked. I noticed his dick was already hard and it looked huge. I didn't know if as big as Bernard's, but definitely bigger than Craig's. I didn't have time nor motivation to take a closer look.

"Still gross."

"So try again." Liam reinforced the idea.

"You could cum in his mouth." Craig asked Liam.

"No fucking way." I protested more vehemently now.

"So, try harder. I can ask Tom to come here if we don't have enough cum for you to try. I think he's free now. He should be around."

"I saw him. He's in the cafeteria." Liam said. "We should go to the other toilet now. He wouldn't fit in here."'

"Ok, let's go. Give him a call and ask him to come and meet us there." Craig said to Liam, and then he looked at me. "C'mon, bud. Let's go."

Craig offered me his hand, and he helped to get back to my feet. "We need to find a better place to do this. I know this is disgusting."

Craig didn't know the meaning of disgusting. I was ok with the toilet, that wasn't my concern whatsoever.

I walked out with Craig. He was walking by my side in his impeccable polo shirt tightly adjusted to his body, visibly ironed and perfectly adjusted to his figure. His hair cut and shaped with wax. I, on the other hand, looked miserable. I still felt his cum on my cheeks. And Bernard's cum dried off and felt like glue again.

We walked across hallways till we reached this other toilet that was meant for disabled people. It had enough space for a wheelchair, so I'm sure it was more than enough for three, four or maybe even six of us.

"Just kneel down in the middle here. Try some more cum. There's still some left on your left cheek, but not much." Craig said in a friendly way.

I knew I had no way out of this, so I just scooped it from my cheek and put my hand in my mouth. How much lower could I go? The taste was still horrible, but I kept it there longer this time before spitting out.

"Do you think you can live with that? It can't taste that bad..."

"You say that coz you're not the one with spunk in your mouth."

"I know. Sorry about that. But it won't last long. And next time you'll be on our side, as a member of the team, doing something of the kind to someone else. That's how things work."

It didn't motivate me; I still felt miserable.

Craig pulled his dick out of his shorts and started jerking off his still hard cock.

A knock on the door, and Craig open it up.

Liam and Tom came in quickly and Craig locked the door as fast as he could. Liam didn't wait a second longer. He got his dick out and went back to business.

"So, what's going on?" Tom asked.

From my knees, I looked up to him. Tom was Asian and looked young, probably my age I thought. He had some pimples on the face, but somehow he was a cute guy. His hair was perfectly done, like spikes pointing upwards. I couldn't believe he was my senior. He couldn't be that much older than me. I noticed he had big legs like mine, and he was short like me too. I took it for granted he was another team's libero.

"As I explained to Liam, I came on his hair coz he didn't want cum on his lips. I told him he couldn't clean the lips..."

"Why not?" Tom asked like I did.

"Because it won't look real enough. Think about his lips topped with lots of cum. People will look and know he's in the ritual. What's the point if we cum on his hair and no one notices?" Craig explained patiently.

"Oh, of course. It would be all for nothing. You wouldn't want that either." Tom now looked at me.

"What you mean?" How could all of them have the same opinion on this? They should have discussed this before.

"What's the point to have us covering you with cum if no one's gonna see? Craig said he had this idea that would make us look bad ass in the campus. You know, they'd say: the guys from volley are really bad asses,' or their ritual is so bad ass; it's not for everyone.' Coz right now we have people saying we're pussies instead coz our rituals are shit. At the same time, most of us wouldn't vote for ditching the `no-sex' rule. And, apparently, that's what makes the rituals of other sports so scary and fascinating. People are always talking about the guys from rugby, wrestling, gymnastics, but never about us."

"Don't forget the swim team." Craig came in as his hand worked his hard dick in a fast but steady pace. He and Liam were beating off as if nothing else was taking place around them.

"Oh, true. Dude, the swim team is something else. But what about us? No one talks about us. We're a disgrace." Tom seemed convinced of what he was saying. "When Craig told me you were down to this ritual, man, I thought this was our turn. So, thanks for that."

"He's the guy." Craig spoke up when I felt like saying I was not so sure about that anymore. But I knew I couldn't just give up now. These guys expected a lot from me. "That's why you gotta do a good job." Craig said to me. "Let's try this again, but let's make it right, ok?"

"Ok..." Once again I was defeated.

Tom took the chance to fish his dick out of his jeans and jerk off. He had already a hard on and I took a curious look at what he had to show. I know I'm going for stereotypical beliefs here, but I've heard a lot about how Asians had smaller dicks. For many years, I understood I had a below-average-sized dick, but before Asians, I'd probably be more than ok. When I saw Tom's dick, however, I felt once again bad with myself. He was indeed smaller than Bernard, Liam and Craig, but still bigger than me. I couldn't know for sure, but I'd say at least two inches longer. His cock was also thinner around the head and thicker on the base. It looked like a mushroom, somehow. His pubs weren't trimmed and were very dark. I couldn't see his balls, but they didn't mattered to me anyway.

"I like to see the white stains on his black t-shirt though." Tom continued. "I think he should dress the same shirt the whole week. It'd show how much cum he's had on his face and people would understand we're all in this together."

"Yeah, I said that to him already. I just think he should be wearing something made of cotton. It would make the stains even more visible." Craig was such a smart ass.

"Well, I can fix it right now." Tom went for his backpack and from inside he got a black shirt. "I can give this to you." He offered it to me. "Just put it on."

I got it from his hand and looked at it first. It read Volleyball team 2012 Crane High' and below there were names of people that I thought to be in that team. Among the names I spotted Tom Nguyen'. I took off my shirt and put his on. It fit me well, I have to say. I felt even smaller as I realized his high school t-shirt suited me fine.

"There you go. That's perfect!" Craig smiled. "That makes even more clear you're part of our team. And it seems quite soft. The fabric will absorb all the jizz."

"I'm ready here." Liam said from behind me. "I'll cum all over your face."

I looked up at Liam and his dick that he made sure to put right over it. And then it started. The first spurt came straight on my forehead and left eye; the second hit me on the nose. I still had my right eye opened, and I saw him trying to get his cock a little lower. As he did that, the third stream of jizz hit my lips fully. He didn't move his cock and other three spurts hit my lips that were now drenched. The cum didn't take long to run down my chin and drop on my new t-shirt.

From my right side, I saw Craig taking a good look at me. "That looks much better, but the best part is still missing."

"What's that?" Liam asked.

"Remember when I said how nice it'd look if he had those bubbles coming from the mouth? I think it would look awesome if it looked like he pushed the cum out of his mouth. It'd make clear that we came on him when he had his mouth open."

"Oh that's an awesome idea." Then, Craig looked down at me. "When we cum, keep your mouth open."

I wanted to say something on this regard, but didn't want to open my mouth.

"You can speak, let the cum in. You don't need to swallow, but don't spit." Liam explained. "Just push it out and let it run down your chin."

Slowly, I opened my mouth and the jizz did come in. I panicked. I spat it out.

"No! What are you doing?" Craig sounded disappointed.

"This tastes horrible!" I complained.

"You don't need to like it. You don't need to swallow it. But don't spit it out. Just push it out. Good thing we have two more loads here to make it look good, or I'd have to call more guys in."

"I can get Phil here if you want." Liam suggested.

"We don't have much time now." Craig said. "Just try and do this right, ok?" he did have great expectations I'd make him happy.

"My turn, turn over here." Tom said from behind me. I turned to him and looked up at the dick that was no more than one inch away from my mouth. "Open your mouth, I'll get it all inside."

I was in the panic mode again, and, for some reason I don't understand, I tried to look at Craig.

"Open up, c'mon." that's all Craig had for me.

I opened my mouth and Tom released five spurts of cum over my waiting tongue. I knew I couldn't spit it out, or Craig would get more guys coming in one after the other till I had it done right. So, I just pushed the cum out of my mouth and let it flow. It went all down to my t-shirt that was at this point already drenched.

"Oh, that's so much better." Craig looked happy. "My turn now. Open up."

I opened my mouth again and got all of his jizz inside, just like Tom's. Without hesitation I quickly pushed it all out.

"Now we're talking." Liam also looked satisfied.

I used my finger to scoop the cum out of my eye and opened it. The cum was a bit itchy, but it was still bearable.

"Hope your eyes get a little reddish. It would be so cool." Craig looked stupidly happy.

"It will, eventually." Liam answered.

"Send me your schedules, so we know where to find you. Do it now, ok?" Craig took his stuff from the floor and walked to the door. "You got another shower once your class is over and one before practice. And one after practice... and one once you have all done. See you."

The three guys left me alone. I picked up my stuff and made it out too. The taste of cum was strong on my tongue. I wanted to clean up, but wasn't allowed to. I wanted to drink a glass of water maybe, but then I realized that if I did that, I'd be actually swallowing cum. So, I just tried to push more of the cum out of my mouth, but it didn't work whatsoever. I figured out I'd have to get used to the taste.

As I walked across the hallways, I realized everyone was looking and laughing at me. I came across one of my teachers, and he pretended I wasn't even there. From far behind me, I heard a male voice yelling: "Gooey!" "Hey, gooey!" Karl said I'd be given a name. Maybe that was it.

When in the classroom, I found myself sitting far away from everyone. And I also noticed people were avoiding me. Of course, who would want to smell cum? Who would want to risk getting it on their own skins? One shook of my head and I'd probably get cum flying miles away from me. I was a machine gun of cum.

As I sat there by myself, I felt weird, but not totally for a bad reason. There were people who looked disgusted, but other guys, mainly the ones who were in teams, the stronger and tougher ones, looked at me differently. If of anything, I'd say they respected me. No one would dare to get close to me, but a few nodded to me. One even raised his thumb to me. People I never talked to. Of course, they were still minority, but I'd never expect such a reaction. The teacher also didn't make me questions, but he'd look at me to see if I needed anything. I felt he didn't want to embarrass me any further. Was I in one of those cults where everyone knows a hidden secret that is almost sacred?

I got a text from Craig. Where's the fucking schedule?' I had forgotten again. I sent it to him, and he texted me a thanx' and then a list of several names.

`Jacob (Jake), Michael (Mike), Joshua (Josh), Andrew, Shawn, Joseph, Juan, Nicholas (Nick), William (Will), Ethan, Anthony (Ant), Tyler, David, John, Zachary (Zac), Brandon, Jonathan (Jonny), Dylan, Justin, Benjamin (Ben), Austin, Caleb, Jordan, Hunter, Cameron, Elijah, Omar, Preston, Max, Mario.'

`Plus, the ones you already know. I'm trying to find a few more. There are guys who play volley in the city, and other who graduated already who would like to join. I think I can get 20 or 30 more. I'll let you know.'

It couldn't be true.

`Did you get used to the taste of our cum?' he kept texting.

My shaking hands started typing. `Not really'

`You will. I told them you'll always open your mouth for them. Don't worry coz they all know about the no sex rule'

I wasn't even thinking about that rule anymore. Should I be worried about that?

`Have you swallowed any of the cum?' he seemed very curious.

`No'

`Good. But if it happen, don't freak out. Maybe it'll happen eventually, you know? As I said, try to swallow your own, so when it happens you prepared'

He never said I should try to swallow my own cum. He said I should try to get my cum in my mouth and get used to the taste. I wouldn't swallow cum. It would never change.

The class finished. I went out first as I was sitting near the door and was interrupted by two guys who called my name.

"Chris?"

"What?" I turned back.

"I'm Ethan and this is Zac. We're here for the shower."

Ethan was maybe eighteen or nineteen. He had long blond hair over his forehead that partially covered his right eye. His eyes were small, as if he was hiding them from the sun. His face was unshaved, but it only accentuated his full meaty lips. He looked stronger, more muscled than the other guys from my team. He had this red jacket on, black jeans and white sneakers. As for Zac, he should be in his early twenties. He was dark-skinned with a pair of stunning green eyes. Curly hair popped up with gel holding it on. Full pinkish lips and full eyebrows. He looked slim as other volleyball players. He was wearing a grey tank-top, khaki shorts and sneakers.

"Where should we go?" Zac asked.

"Over here" I thought of taking them to the toilet I was before with Craig, Tom and Liam when I saw Bernard coming to me with Drew and Damian.

"You guys here for the shower?" Bernard asked Ethan and Zac.

"Yep. Chris was leading us."

"Good I found you now. I found the perfect space for the shower. There's a room at Miller's building. It's closed down, but a friend of mine who's admin got me the key. I said it's for a group study. She said we can keep using it for now. I'm sure this is the only key. We just can't be very noisy there." Bernard said.

"And where's that?" Zac asked.

"Come with me."

We walked together. I was in the middle surrounded by them.

"Thanks for doing that for the team. That's very appreciated." Ethan said.

"It's alright."

"I could never... I mean... Just telling the truth. But that's cool you're ok with that." Zac said.

I never said I was ok with that, but I thought I should let them think so. Bernard put his arm around my shoulder and saluted me. "This is THE guy!"

"I just think the five of us ain't enough if we gotta turn him into a melting wax statue." Ethan spoke to Bernard.

"What's that about statue?" I asked getting a new surprise every thirty minutes of my life.

"Craig said we had to make you look like one. I mean I cum a lot but not enough for that." Ethan continued. "I see you've got cum on you already, but it's still far from looking such a thing."

"We're working on that." Bernard explained. "Craig and I are trying to find more guys who'd help us. But I think we got everyone who plays volley around here already."

"Why don't you try guys who're not in any particular teams? I think in my dorm there's a lot of guys who wouldn't care to join us." Zac also sounded a bit too enthusiastic to my taste. "Where are you living?" he asked me.

"I'm in the greens..." I started.

"Me too. Awesome. How come I've never seen you around? Which floor are you on?"

"I don't leave my room much. I'm on the second..."

"I'm on the third, that's why. Don't you know the guys from my floor?"

"No..."

"Man, all nasty horny son of bitches. I'm sure they could help you out. There are other on your floor too. If they only knew. What d'you think, Bern?"

"I think it's alright." Bernard answered.

"It should be." Zac was really excited. "Dude, we waste a lot of cum every single day over there. I say that coz I was talking to the guys about it last week. Such a coincidence. We were talking about how bad it is to get so much cum wasted when we could be feeding bitches with our baby-makers. Chicks over here hate jizz."

"I feel you." Drew spoke out. "We were talking about it too yesterday. I don't know what's wrong about the women over here. There's not a single story of one of them who would swallow. They all complain about cum. I hate to warn them when I'm about to cum."

"That kills my mood." Zac went on. "I don't wanna think about shit when I'm getting a bj. I want to let it go, cum with ease and be cleaned up after. As you said, it's never gonna happen over here."

"I know you won't be giving us blowjobs." Drew said to me in reassuring way. "And won't be swallowing our cum. That's not why you're here for. But giving facials is also so nice. Never had the chance."

"Who had? Over here? Impossible." Zac seemed genuinely pissed. "Jizz is sacred, man. That's not supposed to go down the drain."

We crossed a park when Craig reached us. "Pete's busy right now. But I sent the location of the room to the other guys in the group. But Hunter and Josh will come and join us soon. Brandon and Jordan gave a 90% chance. The others still didn't reply."

"Nice" Ethan said. "Did you get everyone into this?"

"No way" Craig answered. "A few said they can't cum with other men around or stuff like that. I got about thirty guys who said yes. I'm having a hard time finding more. A lot of them can't come here coz this campus is just too freaking far away from everything."

"I was talking about it with Bernard." Zac said. "Chris and I live in the same building. I know at least ten other guys over there who would be very happy to help us. But they don't play volley."

"What they play?" Craig asked.

"Nothing in particular. Most are here more for the diploma only. They wouldn't say a word of this to anyone, I'm sure."

"I think it's ok. It just needs to look like this is our doing." Craig agreed. "Could you get more than ten?"

"Why so many?" I had to ask this. These guys were obsessed with numbers, and I didn't have a word to say in all of this.

"At first I thought it was ok to have this just among us in the team." Craig explained. "But then I saw how we could make history here. We can be remembered forever. Everyone will talk about us for as long as this university exists. They may even make a statue of you one day."

"Of melting wax." Ethan said to everyone's amusement.

"But seriously, this could be just another ritual, but we can turn it into THE ritual. We're becoming part of hazing history over here." Craig smiled widely.

He did say the word hazing'. No ritual' anymore. He knew what this was really about. I was being hazed. I still felt like I could do this. Actually, somehow, I felt like the worst was over. I knew what the reactions of my peers were already. I could go for `gooey.' If what Karl said was true, they'd forget this soon, and I'd be the guy who survived this historical hazing.

We reached Richard Miller's building, which was mostly for admin people. I knew the first floor was closed down for renewals, but Bernard got a key and we were in. It was empty. Apparently, the renovation work hasn't started yet. I counted two doors on my right, and Bernard opened the one that took us to a big room. It had some desks over here and there, but nothing much. The guys decided it was best to leave a larger space in the middle, so they moved the desks away onto the walls. Once we were all in and settled, Bernard locked us in.

"I haven't been here before." Bernard said. "I thought it was in another part of the building. This is just perfect. We can actually be noisy here, don't think anyone uses this building for a long time."

"This has been closed for at least two years now. Don't think we'd have any problem." Damian said.

"I brought this." Craig spoke as he took something out of his backpack. "It's a picnic rug. Made of plastic." He opened it and laid down the floor. It should be about forty square foot (four square meters, two by two). "This way we don't wet the floor and don't waste jizz. Chris can scoop it and spread it on his hair and clothes."

"He can use cum as hair wax. A spiky hair would look good on you." Zac made his comment.

As Craig instructed me to kneel down on the rug, Zac quickly fished his hard cock out and started jerking off. I think he couldn't wait another extra second. This time, the guys were farther away from me, so I couldn't see their dicks in all details. I'd have to wait till they moved forward and closer to me. But, even from distance, I knew he was huge like Bernard. The others followed suit and they formed a wanking circle around me. I looked at all of them. And all were bigger than me. I still haven't found a single one who could be smaller than me. It just devastated me.

"Man, I can't believe I'll finally get to cum on a face." Zac continued. "I'm more than ready. Look up."

Now closer to me, I could see all of his dick. It was probably as big as Bernard's as I first imagined. It was thick, but not that much. Not veiny either. I think it was uncut. The balls hanged down low, perfectly shaved. He moved it closer to my face and started unloading.

"Open the mouth." I heard Craig saying from behind me. And so I did.

Zac could cum like no one so far. It hit me like strong jets of thick cream. The first on my hair, and then he took his time to aim at all parts of my face. One onto my right cheek, the other onto the left, onto the nose, and then three more into my open mouth. I was getting used to the taste. I quickly pushed it out and let it fall onto my stained t-shirt.

"Fuck" he was catching his breath. "You could leave it a little longer in your mouth. One day we could all cum together into his mouth and see it flooding. That'd be sweet!"

Sweet not for me, I thought.

Damian and Drew were next. Both together got in front of me, both dicks ready to shoot on my face. Drew's cock had a big head and an average size, I guessed. His hand took almost all of its length in it. Drew's was more different to me because this was the first ginger cock I've ever seen. It was slightly bigger and thicker than Drew's, but what caught my attention was the copper-coloured pubic hair.

"Open up." Drew said. He started unloading into my mouth. I knew Damian wanted to do the same, he was trying to aim at my mouth without hitting Drew. Somehow, he pushed Drew away with his elbow and unloaded all his five spurts of cum in my mouth. As Drew wasn't done, he got some of his cum hitting my t-shirt and the rug under me.

"Fuck, you made me waste it." Drew complained.

I pushed the cum out and it was already reaching my jeans.

"I think he needs to wear black sweatpants. It'll look nice to have them all covered in cum too. Jeans doesn't work." Ethan suggested from behind me.

"True." Craig agreed. "I'll get him a pair tonight. It's cool coz he'll be able to get any remaining trace of cum from the rug by swiping it with his ass and knees."

Ethan came to me next. "Dude, I'll cum on your hair so you can use it as wax. That'd be nice, ok? Look down."

As I looked down, I couldn't see his dick properly, but it was still bigger than mine. As he unloaded on my hair, I felt Craig coming to me from behind. He was unloading on my neck. That was the worst. His cum got into my t-shirt and ran down my back.

"This was different." Craig said. "I know we all like to give facials, but we gotta cover every spot."

"The hair." Ethan reminded me.

I didn't need to be told twice. I tried to give my hair a nice style without looking in the mirror.

"Are you guys there?" I heard a voice coming from outside.

Bernard opened the door and let two other guys in.

"Hey, Chris. Those are Josh and Hunter. I'll leave you guys coz I gotta go. See you in practice." Craig took his stuff, leaving the rug behind.

As he left, Drew, Damian and Ethan followed suit.

I didn't have time to look at the newcomers, because Bernard posted his body in front of my face, his dick again inches away from my face. "I'll go for the mouth. Open up."

As I did, he unloaded five spurts of still thick cum onto my tongue. And out it came as soon as I could.

"I also think you should keep it in there a while longer. It wouldn't hurt."

"For what?" I asked.

"Just saying it'd be nice, boy. Don't know. Well, I gotta go too, you guys enjoy."

He left with those strangers. Zac was still there, but heh was still a stranger to me too.

Hunter and Josh should be nineteen or something. The earlier was tall, his whole body long and toned. Dark eyes atop a long nose, and a well-trimmed moustache. Josh was short like me. It was almost a pattern. He was white and also looked a little boyish like me. But he was way more muscular, and his legs were way more hairy than mine. Both were wearing volley uniforms.

"We don't have much time." Hunter said. "It looks like you're melting already."

I noticed Josh was trying not to laugh. "Well done, brother." He said to me.

They didn't wait any minute longer. Both fished their limp cocks out and started jerking off. I was curious to see Josh's dick since he was short and looked like me. I was hopeful his dick would be small like mine. But, to my dismay, as it grew in his hand, I saw it was also huge. He made sure to show how big he was by stroking his cock with both hands.

"You're a donkey." Hunter said to him.

"I know. Still to be deepthroated. That's the bad part of having a big one. You'll probably never know what it feels like."

Hunter was not bad himself. Above average, a long but thin cock. The head was bigger than the shaft and pink.

"Do you remember Jenny? I fucked her last week in the lab. She bent over the counter and I just pretending I was helping her with the tasks. The bitch holding up not to moan." Hunter went on into one of those stories I'd probably never tell.

Hunter and Josh continued their conversation on this chick named Jenny till they came to me.

"Do you really get it into the mouth?" Josh asked.

I nodded.

"But don't swallow? That's a waste. Anyway..."

Josh came first. One on the right eye, the second onto the nose, third on the forehead and the rest in my mouth. Hunter unloaded five spurts of thick cum into my mouth. Fast as they came, they went away.

I was getting ready to leave too, but Zac wouldn't let me.

"There's cum on the rug."

I knew what he wanted from me. I scooped it with my hand and spread it on my t-shirt.

"Dude, I need to ask you something here, out of record, ok?" he asked me.

"Go on."

"Wouldn't you, like, swallow my spunk? Please? I can pay you."

"Fuck you." I was very annoyed.

"What's your room number anyway?" he asked as if the last question had been erased from his mind.

"201."

Before I could leave, he stopped me once again. He gave me the room's key. "Bernard asked me to give it to you. We gonna send you messages to say when you're supposed to be here. You come first, and leave last. Open and close the door."

And he left me there, covered and smelling jizz.

At this point of the day, I was starving, but didn't feel like going to the cafeteria so I went back to my apartment to have something from the fridge. In my room, I could finally take a good look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked miserable. But one thing was true. Cum becomes transparent very fast. But much older cum becomes solid and whitish. This whitish substance is the one that made my skin feels like covered by glue.

I gulped down a bottle of water. I decided I had to buy a bottle of Listerine. I'd need new clothes too, but what for? I saw my bed and felt like laying down, but how could I get my cum-covered body onto my clean bedsheet? I wouldn't do that.

I left for training and found Lane talking to my teammates. Craig didn't say anything about another shower, since we obviously didn't have time for that. Lane saw my miserable state, but he also preferred to ignore it. I put on my uniform and felt a little more decent after getting rid of that nasty t-shirt.

After all my sacrifice, I felt my relationship with them was getting better, but not as good as I wanted. I wanted more from them. And they should give it to me. I still felt like they weren't talking to me as much as they talked to one another. The only thing that increased was the number of times they patted me on the ass after a good move I'd make.

When we were done, Craig said we should think of another shower, but I excused myself.

"I got training now. I can't. You know my schedule."

"Yeah, I mean after that."

"What for? I'll be back to my room, no one will be seeing me." I protested.

"I'll come to your room later tonight, then we talk, ok?"

I didn't want to talk anymore, but I let it go for now. I couldn't be late for Karl. I got back to that horrible t-shirt and went to the gym. I changed to my training gear and made sure I got into clean shorts as Karl had instructed me the day before. My face, however, looked like a dry riverbank with patches of dried cum everywhere. My hair was as spiky as it could be.

I got myself into the training area, and spotted Karl talking to another trainer.

"Hey, Chris. This is Aaron." He presented me to his friend.

"I'd shake your hand, but trust me, you won't want that." I said it first because it was obvious he knew I was under hazing and something was wrong with me.

"I see. Good luck with that. It doesn't last long. See you around."

"Squats first." Karl guided me.

I started the exercises, but my mood wasn't the best. My performance also was far from adequate.

"Hey, I don't care about the shit you go through outta here, but in here I want your 100%."

"Sorry. It's just... I have the load of ten guys at least on my face, and it's being hard to cope with that."

"Hey. I don't usually give free advices, but I'll give you one as a gift. Don't become a bitch now." His words took me by surprise. "You're becoming part of something now, and it'll take a lot from you. Is it difficult? Yes, it is. Then what? Will you sit down and cry? Do you feel like crying right now? If you're, then sorry, you don't belong here."

"No, I don't feel like crying." I had to protected myself. Karl could be scary. People were looking at us. He didn't keep his voice low.

"Good. Then put a smile on that..." Now he lowered his voice and talked only to me, "... that gooey face of yours and be happy about it. Jizz won't kill you. I've heard of rituals that could in fact put your life in danger, but this? Hear this. You are on the bottom today, but follow this advice and soon you can be on top. Then you'll be the one giving the orders and planning rituals. You got to learn to please two people: Lane and Craig. Lane. You gotta be whatever he asks from you. And you do that as if your life depended on it. Craig. He's the one who can come to Lane and say you're a piss of shit who can put the whole team down. He's the one who can destroy your life in this team. Lane would trust every word he says. If it's you and Craig telling stories, it's Craig's that Lane will buy. Do you get what I'm saying? Say yes to everything Craig suggests and put your body and soul into that. Smile and show'em you're happy about whatever they ask from you. You don't need to be happy about any of that, but they need to believe you are. Play this game right or leave it. This is the world you're part of now. Not that high school musical shit."

I could understand Karl. The cum mask he told me on the previous night.

"Just learn to know the balance between being cooperative and being a bitch willing to be turned into a cheap whore. I understand there's a lot of people involved in your hazing now, but only your team matters. The rest is not important. Make your teammates happy but know when you have to say `no' too. Be polite and say you're not ready. Say you're willing to do something else instead. Give'm ideas. I'm sure they won't ask too much from you. They'll just keep coming on your face for the whole semester. Let'em. Show you're ready and willing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." This time, I couldn't hold myself and the `sir' came dancing out of my mouth.

"Good. Now put on that cum mask, a smiley one, and give me everything you have. I need you here, body and soul. Ok?"

"Fuck, yeah!" I smiled to him.

"Ten reps. One-minute rest. Go!"

So, that was the game and I'd play by the rules. Oh, I'd show them.

I finished my training with Karl and went back to my room. I took the chance to take a proper shower and felt the cum on my face melting and going down the drain. I felt so damn clean.

I walked back to my room and found Craig knocking at my door.

"Hey, there you are."

"How did you get in?" I asked, not trying to sound offensive, but it was just not common to find non-residents inside the building.

"Zac let me in. He'll be joining us, soon. Can we get in?"

"Oh, sure."

Once we were in, he looked at the posters on my walls.

"You were not lying you horny bastard."

"No, I was not." I laughed. "Couldn't help myself. I told you so."

Craig found himself a chair and sat down. I was still thinking about how to put on my clothes as I only had my towel around my waist. As Craig wouldn't look away, I turned my back to him and put my pjs on. It was just an old t-shirt and shorts.

"So, do you think you can survive the showers?"

"Uh?" I was thinking about the shower I just took with actual water. Then, I got it he was talking about other kind of showers. "Oh, course. That's easy." Karl's voice was still loud and clean in my head.

"Great. I was afraid this was too much for you. You looked quite pissed before."

"I was getting used to it." I tried to explain myself.

"And are you used to it now?"

"Not quite, I confess."

"Do you think you'll fell better once you're used to it?"

"Sure."

"Great, coz I had another idea for you. Like, I'm looking at you right now, all cleaned up. You won't get used fast enough if you don't have cum on your body at all times. Don't you agree?"

Karl's voice in my head talking on my behalf: "Yeah, of course."

"Great! I'll allow you to take a shower with water once a day. But then I'll make sure I'll get some guys over here to give you a proper shower before bed. Maybe you can lay down on your bed so we can get some cum on your bedsheet and pjs. Zac told me he already found about twenty guys in the building here who'd love to cum on you. That's awesome, right?"

"That is indeed. Wow, you guys really know how to get all this done." I couldn't be more sarcastic, but I think it was working. However, I still heard Karl saying I should find the balance, or I'd sound like a cheap whore.

"Not many guys get to cum on anyone here. It's new to almost all of them. And all of us feel like coming on someone else. So, it will be easy to find many more."

"But, you gotta find ones you guys trust. You can't put me in risk." I said. I thought that these words would make him think I was still conscious about all of that. I wasn't talking because I was a whore in heat, but because I understood my role as a pledge.

"Sure, you're totally right. I'll make sure Zac understands that as well."

A knock on the door.

"Speaking of the devil. C'mon in!" Craig let Zac in.

With Zac, other two guys came in. "Hey guys, these are Spencer and Brendan. They live upstairs with me."

Needless to say, they were all about my age, as all guys in the dorm. Spencer had very dark hair that was probably blown dry, so it looked like a nice dry pompadour. His face was well shaven, his eyes dark like the hair. He was wearing his pjs and it gave me a view of his upper chest. Not too hairy, two pecs that made me jealous. Brendan had long hair on the forehead, and it came all the way to the back of his ears. Thick eyebrows atop blue eyes. Neatly done beard around pink vivid lips. He wore a t-shirt and pjs' bottoms. Zac himself was also wearing his blue pjs: a shirt and flannel shorts.

"People are talking about you, mate." Spencer said.

"What?"

"You're famous already. Everyone's talking about `gooey' the walking wax statue." He smiled.

"I told you." Craig said excitedly. "You'll make history. And this was just the first day." He then turned to Zac, "how many more guys in the building are down to this?"

"Sixteen, but the word is out for everyone in the building. I think by tomorrow we'll get many more." He answered.

"Yeah, I'd say we can get up to thirty here. Double that if we get the next building too." Brendan said.

"Thing is, can we trust these guys. Would you trust them?" Craig asked.

"A hundred percent." Zac said.

"Totally." Spencer and Brendan also agreed.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked. I thought it wouldn't sound like I was reticent if I made this question.

"We know everyone here. Trust us..." Zac said. It's funny, because he didn't know me before that day.

"So how this is gonna work?" Craig asked.

"Well, we told'em they could come to 201 whenever they felt like releasing a load. If Chris is here, they can come in and unload on him. If he's not here, then they can unload on his bed or chair." Zac explained.

"Yeah. So, the door need to be kept unlocked all the time."

"And what about my stuff? What if something goes missing?" I asked now really concerned.

"It won't happen. But if it does, I swear we'll pay you back. Just let us know and we'll give you something new. But as I said, it won't happen. The guys here are trustworthy. We'd even hunt them down till we found the one who got something from you." Zac said.

"I should get rid of these posters..."I said as I thought it'd make me look even more stupid.

"No, leave'em." Spencer said. "It's better this way, so the guys can get inspired, if you know what I mean."

"My privacy..." I thought now about my time alone jerking off by myself.

"It's gone. You can still jerk off if that's what's bothering you. I don't think anyone would complain to see you rubbing one off. But you gotta cum on yourself too and leave it there."

I didn't want anyone to see my small dick, but that I couldn't say.

"Ok, then." I smiled. Was I being too easy? I didn't know. Should I have said `no, let's think about something else?' Maybe yes. I didn't know. Still, I smiled.

"Great! What would you do now if you were all by yourself?" asked Craig.

"I'd be probably browsing the internet." I answered honestly.

"Where? Sitting here?" Craig point to the chair where he was on.

"Yep."

"So, c'mon. Sit down and pretend we're not even here. We'll try not to disturb you."

I didn't know exactly how to proceed. I just sat down on the chair, turned on my computer and started browsing anything. I didn't even know what to look for.

Behind me, I could hear that unmistakable sound of guys jerking off.

"One of you need to cum on the bedsheet." Craig suggested.

"Ok, I'll do it." Brendan agreed.

Without previous warning, I felt a jet of cum hitting me on the left cheek. It was Spencer. I couldn't look at him. So, he released all of his nut on the same spot. On my back, Craig did the same.

"Nice. Just pretend we're not even here. Are you done over there?"

"Yeah" Brendan answered.

"Listen, Chris. Guys will come in and go out all the time now. That will happen when you're sleeping too. Probably you won't even feel it. Just let it happen. You can forget we exist. But, if someone comes in and asks you to open your mouth, do it. I hope it doesn't happen too much, coz I don't want to disturb you in your own room, but if it comes to happen, you turn around and get it all in your mouth. Ok?"

"Sure." He couldn't have been more didactic.

"Ok, off we go. See you tomorrow. There'll have guys coming here in the morning before your first class to get you done. I don't know how many, but everyday at least one. And, by the way, you can change your bedsheet but only once a week, just like your clothes." He took a pair of black sweatpants from his backpack. "Wear this from now on. With that same t-shirt. For the rest of the semester."

"I'll do it."

"Great. See you tomorrow then."

And with that they left. Zac, the last one, winked at me before closing the door before him. I wasn't scared of him. I could deal with him, I thought. But then, I realized he could turn Craig against me. I should be careful with him.

I didn't want to do anything else with that computer. My body and face were once again covered in cum. That was my life and I had to learn to live with it. I laid down on my bed and felt Brendan's cum hitting me on the neck. The bastard came on my pillow. I turned off the light and tried to sleep. I don't how long it took me to sleep, but I did.

Later that night, someone came in. I wouldn't know who that man was. I didn't know anyone in the building. But now everyone there knew who I was. He walked to my bed and wanked right in front of me. Sleep made me drowsy, but I hard all the noises and moaning. He then put one knee on my mattress and got his cock as close as he could to my face before unloading.

I don't remember that with details. He left quietly, just like he came in. I slept again.

The sun was up, and I was drenched. I wondered if there were more guys in my room during the night. I had cum on my belly. How was that even possible? Someone must have lifted my shirt. Bastards!

I wanted to shower, but that wouldn't be a good idea. I had the whole building now watching me. I got the t-shirt I wore the day before. It was glued together. I would have to leave it stretched or I'd end tearing it up. I put it on and was relieved to notice the smell wasn't too strong, but I didn't know how it would be like by the end of the week. I then put on the pants Craig gave me. Size SS. They sticked to my body like lycra. Did he think I was that small or did he want me to look stupid? I'd never know. Under it, I wore my jockstrap since my training with Karl would go on every day of the week.

I was taken by surprise when Spencer and Zac got in my room.

"Hey, how are you today?" Zac asked.

"Not bad." I answered and then I fixed myself. "Quite well actually."

"Do you know how many guys got in this room last night?" Zac looked curious.

"I only remember one."

"Oh, you're quite a heavy sleeper, ain't you?" he smiled suspiciously. "Only I came here twice. Probably there were other five."

I was speechless. But it made sense. I woke up all wet from cum.

"How many times can you guys cum?" I know I could cum many times, but was everyone else like me?

"Many. Five or six if I'm on the mood. And since yesterday I'm quite turned on. What about you Spencer?"

"I don't know. Three? Maybe four."

"Yeah. Don't worry coz the cum supply will never run short. Ready for the first two ones of the day?" Zac asked still enthusiastically.

"Yeah, but don't cum on the carpet. Otherwise I'll have to pay for cleaning..."

"Nah... Just lay down on the bed. Actually, we could put your bed below the window, so we could have guys around it. I can stay on one side and Spencer on the other. Let's do it."

I didn't need to move a muscle. They squeezed my desk and chair against the wall and brought the bed to a position where people could get on both sides of it. I then laid down and watched them as they got their cocks out and started jerking off.

As I always did up to now, I tried to get a glimpse of Spencer's cock without attracting attention. I'd watch Zac and Spencer, each on different sides of my bed. The problem is that Zac was staring at me as if I was a succulent piece of steak. There was something wrong with him, or the way he behaved. I didn't know the guy, so I couldn't say whether he was like this normally or just with me.

However, even with all staring I could still see those cocks from the corner of my eyes. I wasn't sure but I knew Spencer was also much bigger than me. Maybe as big as Zac.

"Where do you wanna cum?" Zac asked Spencer.

"Dunno yet, what about you?" He answered. They started this odd conversation as if I wasn't even there.

"Craig asked us to aim at the face. I'd rather go for the mouth, but it's pointless if he doesn't swallow."

"Yeah, it'd be nice, but that's not the reason we're here doing this, right? I think I'll go for the t-shirt. I'll try to make a nice pattern that looks like actual jets of cum."

"I'll go for the face, then. I came on his lips last night when he was sleeping. I think he got some of it in his mouth and he doesn't even know." I looked at him surprised. Then I don't know if I was angry or scared. "He was snoring a little bit, so the mouth wasn't totally shut."

"You can't come in my mouth..." I said.

"Course I can. Craig was clear about that. Oh c'mon. Of course, you've been swallowing cum already. You can spit or push it out but there'll be always something going down your throat with your saliva. Or do you really think you can get all the sperm out of your mouth without washing it? Your belly is already full of spunk, dude."

His words just stated the obvious, but the reality is never easy to face when it is put like this just in front of your face.

"I bet it tastes good." Zac said.

"Ew. That's gross." Spencer wasn't as blind as Zac.

"Well, of course we don't like it. If it didn't disgust us, we wouldn't be men. We're not supposed to. That's why it makes it so hot. The shit is gross, but still those bitches swallow it down and say it's the best thing they ever had."

"True, but no one's ever swallowed mine. Wonder if there's something wrong with it."

"Nah, we just haven't found someone who appreciates it yet. But there's plenty out there."

Zac kept his eyes onto mine the whole time. "You sure you don't like it?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." I contested. I saw his eyes travelling to my crotch and then back to my face.

"You don't have a hardon. Yeah, maybe cock is not your thing. But maybe you can get to like it."

"Just shut up. Your role here is just cum on me and not nag." I made my point clear.

"I like to talk. Do you?" Zac asked Spencer.

"Not really. Shut up, or I can't concentrate."

Spencer saved the day. His words were enough to silence Zac. I noticed Spencer was looking at one of my posters, a specific one where the chick had her pussy all spread out ready to take dick.

"Fuck, here it comes." Spencer said as he unloaded his sperm on my t-shirt. The guy had a good supply of cum in his balls. I counted eight jets of thick jizz that drenched my chest. Somehow, that was enough to make Zac ready too.

"Open your mouth." He asked and I did.

Again, he unloaded all he had into my mouth. I pushed it out and it ran down my cheeks till it fell on my pillow.

"Ok, now move coz my class in twenty minutes and I haven't had my breakfast yet." I said.

"Just wasted a mouthful over there." Zac laughed. "Just swallow the load I feed you and you'll be ready to go."

"Shut up."

I stood up, and got two cereal bars I had in my wardrobe, my backpack and walked to the door. When I opened it, I found a short guy who had probably just woke up standing there.

"Who needs a load?" he asked holding his hard dick under his pjs. "Morning wood."

"Too late." I walked out and left them behind.

I had a long class that morning in the auditorium, which meant I'd have a lot of space to hide my agony. I made it there after seeing people running away from me as if I was a virus. Chicks would avoid me like I was the proper devil. I found a seat in an empty row and sat on a chair in the middle. I knew no one would sit close to me, so I made myself comfortable. However, after ten minutes there and the room already packed, I saw this guy coming towards me. He sat on my right, disregarding all the empty seats I had on my both sides.

"Hi, I'm William, Will. Craig sent us your photo, and I remembered your face. We take this class together. Preston shall be here soon, too."

You see, I didn't memorize the names Craig sent me. Should I pick up my phone and check? Maybe I should, but I didn't. William mentioned Craig, so it should be enough.

As for William, I could swear I've never seen him before in that class or elsewhere. I thought his style would make me remember him. Short hair, preppy look, sunglasses on top of the head, big white smile, expensive brands for shirt, shorts and sneakers.

He waved at another guy who was walking down the aisle. He saw him and came to us.

"That's Preston." William introduced us. Well, he didn't introduce me to Preston, but he should know who I was already.

Preston was also short, dark short hair, beard trimmed in a Tony-Stark-like look. Their dress code was almost the same. Preston sat on my left-hand side.

"You stink cum, gooey." These were Preston's first words to me.

"I wonder why. You don't need to sit so close to me if it bothers you."

"I have to. Team duty."

"You don't need to sit here now. Once the class is over, we can go somewhere else."

"No. I told Craig we'd be giving your shower here, during the class." Said Will.

"You can't be serious." I could still be surprised by their lack of limits.

"It's ok. Once the lights are off, we can start. Craig thought it was a perfect idea since the cum on your face now will get dry before the class is over. We can keep you touched up every thirty minutes or so."

I sank into the seat worried of what was about to come now. When the lights were off, I saw from the corner of my eye that Will had unbuttoned his shorts and got his dick out.

"I know all about the no-sex rule, but don't you want to help me out?" he whispered in my ear. "It would make this so much easier, faster and nicer."

"Fuck off!" What were these guys thinking of me?

"Ok, just saying." He laughed.

Will was taking his time. He'd jerk off faster sometimes, and then he'd just make it slow and long. On my other side, I saw Preston doing the same, but he just left his cock out without touching it. I saw it was limp, laying on his pubes.

Will had a cock that should be above average. I couldn't tell exactly, but it was at least three inches longer than his closed fist around it. I lost count of how many cocks I've seen and not one was my size.

Thirty minutes into the class and Will made his pumping faster.

"Get on your knees between my legs."

"What? There's not even enough space here."

"There's plenty. C'mon, just pretend you let a pen drop. I'll be quick. I'm almost there."

I tried all my best to get between his knees, but my back kept pushing against the front seat. My face was inches away from his cock and he hadn't even aimed it at my face yet.

When he did aim it, his dick touched my forehead. I panicked and tried to move away. At the same time, he started unloading. As I moved my head around, the first jet got into my left eye. The second on my forehead. The third and fourth on my shoulder. I got back to my seat and he wasn't finished yet.

"That was wrong!" He complained when he was done. "Just catch the cum from the floor and spread it on your face."

"Your dick touched my face." I said with my voice as low as it could get. I couldn't show how pissed I was when I couldn't yell it out.

"Sorry about that. But it's just a dick, it won't kill you."

I was pissed at this guy. I didn't even know who he was and now he was saying shit to me as if it was normal to do what we were doing.

On my left side, I noticed Preston had his dick hard and was beating off.

"You need to get used to that." Will continued whispering in my ear. "Craig said we need to keep doing this in classes too, and there's never enough space here. If someone see cum on the floor here they'll know what you've been doing and you'll get in trouble."

What I've been doing? Is that what he said? I wasn't doing anything. I didn't want to argue any further because I didn't want the teacher looking at us. But I knew this was getting out of control.

Minutes later, Preston whispered on my ear: "I wanna cum in your mouth."

"No space, sorry. I'm not taking your dick in my mouth."

He waited a little before coming back to me. "Then on your lips. Just keep your mouth shut."

"I can't let your dick touch my lips." I should be out of my mind when I got myself into this.

"Let's try. On your knees."

I didn't want to, but something was telling me that Will could get Craig to know about my bad behaviour and it would ruin my reputation with the team. I was already gooey, the cum guy on campus. My reputation was already shredded to pieces (if I ever got one), and I now had only one way out of this: I had to go with the hazing till the end and become a survivor. The world has no space for quitters.

I tried to find a better position between Preston's knees, but I still faced the same problem I did when I was with Will. Preston didn't try to make it smooth to me either. His cock first touched me on the forehead, then he slid it down to my left eye, nose until it touched my closed lips. He left it there for a while as his hand worked on his shaft. It took him at least two minutes before I felt the wet cum squirting straight onto my lips. Streams of cum went down my chest and lap. Some of it got to my arms too. Once I saw he was done, I got back to my seat just to find Will jerking off again.

"That was nice." Preston said so Will could also hear.

"I want the same."

It was a matter of minutes, and Will asked me back on my knees. This time, he decided to take his time with me. When I went to my knees, I thought he was about to cum, but he wasn't. Far from it. He started by rubbing his cock all over my face. Then he'd jerk off a little more and get it back to my face for some more rubbing. He did this for three or four times, and on the fifth, he decided to slap my face lightly with his cock. I wanted to get back to my seat, but he held me there with his legs.

"Almost there." He said into my ears as he bent over to get close to me.

He wasn't almost there. Five minutes later, and he wouldn't even take his cock off my face anymore. He got it to my lips and tried to force it in. I closed my lips very tightly, my jaw wouldn't move an inch. But still, his dick head made it through my lips and touched my teeth. I felt his dick with the inner side of my lips. He was licking. I tried to get away again, but he wouldn't let me.

"Now I'm serious. I'm coming."

This time, it did happen. But first, he pushed his dick into my closed lips till the head touched my teeth, and it happened. I got a lot into my mouth, and the rest moved along the right and left side of my lips till it fell on my t-shirt and pants again.

Once he was done, he let me get back to my seat. I couldn't be more pissed. I pushed all the cum out of my mouth.

"What were you thinking?" I asked again. This guy got to my nerves as no one has ever before.

"I just couldn't cum, and you needed your shower. There was no other way. I like to do that with chicks. I thought it would get me going, and it did. It was that or no cum. You know this was the right thing to do, right? All for the team?"

I wanted to yell at him and get myself out from there. But I just couldn't! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!

"Get down." Preston spoke into my ear.

"Fuck you." Oh, how I wanted to yell.

"C'mon. You've been through the worse already. I can't cum without some assistance, just like Will. You don't want that, right? C'mon, let's finish this now."

I was a loser. A LOSER! I got onto my knees. Preston was laughing. He fist bumped Will who was also laughing. What were they doing?

Preston took his time too. But he wasn't so much into rubbing his dick onto my face. He was more like slapping my face with it. And he did it hard. He'd jerk off for ten seconds and then slap me for fifteen. Sometimes, he'd rub it against my lip and try to force it into my mouth, but I wouldn't let him.

"Let me into your mouth and I swear I'll end your misery. I swear I'll cum in a minute and let you back your seat."

I shook my head.

"Ok then. It will take a while. But if you change your mind just look at me and say `aaaaa'."

He laughed again, and my hands turned into fists that were ready to smash his face.

During the whole time we were there, the teacher was showing us a film. I knew it was almost over. The class should be finishing soon. Preston knew that too. Once the film ended, and I tried to get up, he came. Like Will, it came all into my lips. My t-shirt was wet and sticked to my chest.

I got back to my seat when someone switched on the lights. I don't think I looked miserable, I should look furious. Will and Preston put their dicks back into their shorts. I got my backpack and went away, leaving the two of them laughing at me.

Once out of the auditorium, I saw Craig texting on his phone as usual.

"Hey, did you meet with Will?" he asked me.

"Yeah..." I kept on walking till I found myself out of the building. Craig came along.

"Why are you pissed?"

"Because he made me kneel between his legs and rubbed his cock against my face. You said no dick would touch me." I explained still furious.

"Sorry about that. But we knew the space between the seats is too short, and it would probably happen. It shouldn't bother you..."

"It shouldn't bother me? How can you say that?"

"You're still here, right?" I noticed he raised his voice a little bit. He didn't want to let me win this argument. "You're still with us, right? Or are you quitting?"

"I'm no quitter. I'm just saying that you said..."

"I know what I said. It shouldn't happen in normal situations, but sometimes we can't help it. We just.can't.help.it! Got it?"

His words put me back in my place. I swallowed my pride with some of Will's and Preston's cum and shut up.

"I know you got some time now, so I arranged a couple of showers till lunch. Let's go to the room" he said inviting me to Miller's building.

"How many?" I asked still pissed but trying my best to keep it to myself.

"Dunno yet. Seven confirmed. There are other five who said maybe."

"Gooey. Nasty dude!" a guy yelled at me as he passed by.

"We're making history, man."

"Yeah, I know."

----------------- End of part 02

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/gay/college/ranchs-bitch/ (ongoing)

/gay/college/from-straight-to-bitch-club (ongoing)

/gay/authoritarian/becoming-my-flatmates-bitch/ (ongoing)

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