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Pucked, Part 4 Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com

After the party, rumors of my dick sucking skills and total depravity spread through the hockey team. I was now expected to be in the locker room about half an hour after practice ended. Ben would blind-fold me, and most days I would orally service three or four dicks before getting my ass pounded by Ben. I have no idea why the blindfold was so important to him, but Ben insisted on it. Some of the guys were totally silent while I blew them, so I couldn't completely tell who I was sucking or how many times I sucked each guy. I estimated that I had sucked at least a third of the team.

These blow jobs weren't your run of the mill, gentle bedroom blow jobs either. Most of the guys seriously got off on spitting on me or in my mouth, slapping me around, and fucking my throat. A lot of them liked me to lick on their balls to prove to them that I really was a cock worshiper. All of them were coming right off the ice when I sucked them. Their groins were ripe and musky. After they finished with me, I would perform my usual janitorial duties with a face covered in dry jock sweat and cum.

I was in heaven, and Ben knew it. He teased me about it constantly. He liked the fact that I was eating upwards of two feet of man meat each night. He constantly told me that I was the biggest slut on campus and bragging about how I belonged to him.

After two weeks of this, Ben came up to me with a backpack late one evening. I was cleaning out offices, and he sat down on an office chair. I got on my knees in front of him, thinking that it was the only appropriate thing to do.

"We're going to play a game." he said.

My dick hardened and a smile flashed across my face. Ben smiled back.

"This game is called Jock Sniffer. In this backpack, I have five pairs of underwear each from a different guy." he said.

At this point I involuntarily moaned. My mouth was literally watering.

"There is a number on each waistband. Next Thursday, you are going to plant your head in the crotch of each man and tell me what number he is. If you get it wrong, then I will punish you. If you disappoint me, I will punish you." Ben moved his hand to the side of my head and gently caressed my jaw. "If you impress my friends, I will reward you."

He slipped his finger into my mouth. I sucked on it without being told. Another finger went in and then another. Pretty soon Ben had all four fingers in my mouth. He pulled on my jaw and cheeks before taking his fingers out and drying his hand on my shirt.

"Do you want to play?" he asked.

"Yes!" I exclaimed.

When I got home that night I locked myself in the bathroom and took the gear out of the backpack. Each pair of underwear was individually packed in a ziplock bag. Ben had clearly thought this one out well. Sniffing underwear was my not-so-secret fetish, but man smells got me so horny that I couldn't think straight. My lust would probably end up being my downfall.

Over the course of the next five minutes, I opened each bag, took a whiff, and then resealed them. There were two pairs of boxer briefs that I figured would be pretty easy. These guys used some kind of shower gel which was powerful enough that some of it lingered even after a hard practice. A third one smelled especially raunchy, like the guy who wore it rarely took a shower. It was a pair of grey briefs that had what looked like piss stains on the front and a few light skid marks in the ass. The other two, both jockstraps, didn't have a distinct aroma. They smelled ripe and sweaty, but there was nothing really identifiable about them.

Fuck it, I thought. I picked out the wettest jock strap, which felt like it had literally been dipped in a bucket of sweat, and rubbed it all over my face. Within seconds I was blowing a load. I sucked on the fabric as I came, letting the salty sweat fill my mouth.

I returned to the same raunchy jock about twenty minutes later and blew another load. I was in pig heaven and couldn't be bothered to really study the smells. I decided that I would study harder another day.

Over the course of the next week I jacked off with gear in my mouth and over my nose about ten times a day. It was all I could do or think about. Even when I was on my knees servicing Ben's teammates, I couldn't help but think about the guys who wore the gear Ben had provided. Each time a new cock was pushed in front of my mouth, I did my best to sniff out whether or not the owner of the cock was the owner of any of the gear I had. I did not make a lot of progress.

By the following Wednesday night I was confidant that I would be able to nail the two guys who used body wash and the owner of raunchy jock. I would take have to take whatever punishment was meted out if I couldn't identify the other two guys.

• • • • • • Late on Thursday, I was called down into the locker-room by Ben. He met me outside and put the blindfold, which I was now completely used to, over my eyes. He made me strip down completely and then made me put on a new jockstrap. The jock was too small and my hard cock and swollen balls hung out over the edges. Ben seemed to like it.

I was led into the locker-room and then shoved down onto my knees. Without warning, my head was pulled into a man's junk. I did my best to do some deep smelling, but the guy was basically humping my face as I worked. His flaccid cock and hard balls moved against my nose and lips. I wanted to chew on his cock and suck his flavor out of his gear, but I knew that I needed to focus. I could detect a whiff of body wash and knew that I had this one figured out.

"Number 4," I said.

"Wrong." Ben called out. The other guys in the room laughed a little.

"Because of that, you don't get to touch your cock for the rest of the night." Ben said.

My arms were pulled behind my back and tied with some kind of rope. My dick, which I had been gently stroking, was pulsing and throbbing in front of me. It dawned on me that this was no longer about me getting off, it was about them getting off. I thought I could handle it. After all, I would be able to jerk off eventually.

Again without warning my face was pulled into a guy's junk. Unlike the first dude, whose cock was soft against my face, this guy's dick was hard as a rock. I pushed my face under his balls and tried to sniff out his identity. He smelled sweaty and musky, but there was nothing unique about his aroma. This was one of the two guys that didn't have any easily identifiable smells. It was either number three or five.

"Uh . . . number five." I said.

"That's right. Good job, whore." Ben said.

Another low voice chimed in, "That's so screwed up. He knows who I am just by my ball sweat?"

"I told you," Ben said, "He's really into dick."

Before they could say more, my face was pulled in between another guy's legs. Unlike the first two, this dude had a cleaner sweeter smell to him. I recognized one of the body wash smells and was about to guess number two. Then it occurred to me that maybe the reason why I got the first one wrong was because Ben had these guys switch body washes. Maybe he had set a trap for me.

"Number 4." I said.

"That's right." Ben said, though not as happily as before. "Why did you guess four?"

"I think he switched shower gel with number two." I said.

"He's a smart fag," one of the guys yelled out and there was a round of general laughter.

"He would be batting a thousand if you didn't try to trick him," another guy said.

That made me real proud. Sure, I guessed on the second one, but I was right about the first one. I was better at this than I thought.

Ben's hand roughly grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into the crotch of another guy. Ben showed no mercy as he ground my nose and mouth into the guys groin. This dude smelled nasty, and I instantly knew that he was number three.

"Three," I called out, completely confidant in my choice.

"Wrong," Ben said. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was glad that I had missed it.

"Its okay, baby," said a voice I recognized. "I had just showered when Ben asked me for my gear. I'm not normally that clean."

The voice belonged to James, who I had been lusting after him since I first started to hang out with the team. While most of the guys on the team were burly with longer hair and scruff on their face, James liked to look clean cut and classic. He had short, styled hair and whenever I saw him he never had more than a five o'clock shadow. His body was perfectly sculpted, and he had almost no body fat on him. He looked more like a model than a hockey player. Apparently, he liked to make up for all this visible cleanliness by letting his unseen parts get dirty.

"Punishment." Ben said.

"Clean my dick." James said.

What the fuck?! This was my punishment. I would gladly suck on James' pole whenever he asked.

James pulled down the waistband of his shorts and shoved the head of his hard dick in front of my nose. It smelled really ripe. "Its kind of dirty," James said. "Guys, turn around, I want him to be able to see this."

I heard the other guys turn and then James pulled up my blindfold. All I could see was an eight or nine inch uncut dick hanging in front of my face topped by nicely cropped pubes and solid, washboard abs. James inched back a little so that his dick was about six inches in front of my face.

He peeled back his hood, and I started to understand the source of his musk. There was a decent amount of cock cheese hiding out on the sides of his dick head. It left a whitish skin on his cock and there was some gathered up underneath the ridge of his glans. The amount wasn't obscene, but it was definitely there.

I was intensely turned on by the whole scene. The guys might get off on the idea that they were forcing me to clean a dirty dick, but I was totally turned on by it. I wanted it bad, and my mouth started to water.

"Put your blindfold back on." James said. I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes. "Sniff it."

I sniffed the tip of his cock. Quite a few guys on the team were uncut, and there dicks always had a little bit of extra funk to them after practice. James' dick had that scent, but it was turned all the way up. I was disgusted and turned on at the same time.

"Lick it." James said.

I stuck out my tongue and started to lick the tangy coating off the tip of his dick.

"Fuck," said another voice, "he's actually licking your slimy dick. That's insane."

I took James' dick into my mouth and ran my tongue around his corona. Within thirty seconds I had James' dick clean and pulsing in my mouth. A spurt of precum drizzled onto my tongue, and I welcomed the new, sweet and salty taste in my mouth. I wanted his cum bad.

I felt a hand on the back of my head and was pulled away from his dick by my hair.

"That's enough, Luke." Ben said. "This is supposed to be a punishment."

"If you want to punish him Ben, you're going to have to put him on an island with a bunch of chicks," another voice said.

"I know," Ben said. "The guy is a member of the Church of Cock. He worships dick."

My face was then smashed into the final dude's junk. This guy had another raunchy crotch and I knew by process of elimination that this guy was the wearer of the grey briefs; the ones that had originally smelled so raunchy. The dude didn't smell bad or disgusting, but stunk like he had been working out for most of the day.

I was so turned on that without really thinking about it I opened my mouth and began to gently chew on the guys dick through the pouch of his jockstrap. I sucked the sweat and left over piss out of the fabric and licked at his bulge. The guy leaned into me.

"What the fuck?" Ben yelled as he grabbed me by the nape of the neck and threw me across the floor. "Did I tell you you could suck his dick?"

"No," I said.

"Then why did you try to suck him?" he asked.

"I'm really horny. I wasn't thinking," I told him. I was embarrassed to admit this.

"The fag is hungry for cock," a guy's voice said, "You can't really blame him."

"Yeah Ben," said another, "Cock whores like this can't be controlled."

"I don't fucking care," Ben fumed. "He's gotta learn some self control."

"Adam, take him over your knee and give him a good spanking to teach him a lesson." Ben said.

Before I processed what was said a guy picked me up from the floor and bent me over his knee. His big paw came down hard on my bare ass. First I heard the slap, then I felt the stinging, hot, pain shoot through my body. I yelled out loudly and struggled in his grip. Adam's muscular arm came down over my back and held me against his lap.

He smacked me with another bare handed swat and then another one. Each time, the pain of the last smack was amplified. I started to beg for it to stop.

Adam rubbed his hand across my ass and then reached down and grabbed my rock hard cock.

"I don't think you want me to stop. You seem to be enjoying yourself." he said and then spanked me again. "Besides, Ben told us that you fantasize about getting spanked." He hit me again. "This is a dream come true for a submissive bitch like you." He hit me again.

I was breathing heavily and recovering from the pain when I finally realized what he had said.

"He told you?" I asked.

"Yeah, he told us," Adam said. He was rubbing my ass now and underneath me I could feel his hard cock pressing against my torso. "He told us all about how you dream about sucking our cocks, getting used and passed around by hot jocks, licking our sweaty nuts, drinking our cum and piss and spit. He told us everything."

I felt completely humiliated. I mean, I knew that these guys could figure out that I was into dick by the way I willfully sucked them all off, but I didn't want them to know that I was a total cum dumpster who would do almost anything to get at their cocks.

"Don't worry man," said another voice, "Any jock could tell by the way you were constantly checking us out and undressing us with your eyes that you were a cock whore. Ben just got you to admit it to yourself."

The hand on my ass had moved toward my asshole, and Adam was now toying with my hole.

"Man, that is one sweet pussy. I bet you're just dying for a cock, aren't you?" Adam asked.

I nodded, slowly accepting my role among these studs.

"James, come give this slut what he needs." Adam said.

Within ten seconds I felt the head of a cock pressed against my asshole. Some spit was drooled into my ass crack and onto the waiting dick. Adam spread my cheeks apart wide and James used the head of his dick to rub the spit into my hole. Slowly, he started to push into me.

I gasped with pain and tried to pull away, but Adam held me down as the cock invaded my ass.

"Look at that pussy open up for your dick, dude." Adam cooed. "That is one hungry hole. How's it feel?"

"Fits like a glove. Nice and tight." James said as he pressed at least eight inches of meat into my gut. He started to slowly hump my ass, and I groaned with pleasure. Every time I got fucked, I got off on it even more than the last time. It was like I was discovering all sorts of new pleasure centers with each invasion.

Adam rubbed my hair, "See, that's what you needed, isn't it?"

"Oh fuck, yes. Please keep fucking me." I said.

"Look at that," another voice exclaimed, "He's already begging for more."

"Adam, you better feed him your cock." Ben said.

Adam slid me down his body until my face was buried in his junk. The heady, musky smell of his dick filled my nostrils. I immediately went back to sucking him through the fabric of his raunchy jock strap. Adam's dick was hard and stretching the fabric. He pushed my head away just long enough to pull his dick out and then slipped it into my mouth.

I nursed on his dick while James drilled my asshole. Adam was gushing precum into my mouth as I sucked him gently. He seemed content to let me be, and was still rubbing the back of my head and around my ass. He was too into watching me get fucked by his jock buddy to worry about gagging me with his dick.

Occasionally, I would let his dick fall out of my mouth when I groaned or moaned in pleasure, especially once James picked up the pace. Adam would guide my mouth back to his dick, and I would start sucking again. This went on for about five minutes until James pulled his dick out of my hole.

"Turn around dude, I want to cum on your face." he said.

I pivoted on my knees just as James' giant hand came down on my skull and turned me toward him. His hot cum splashed across my nose and over my lips. I stuck out my tongue to lick it up and heard another guy groan.

"God, he really loves this shit, doesn't he?" the dude said.

"More than you can imagine," Ben chimed in.

While I cleaned up James' load, licking up every drop as it ran down my face and over my mouth, another guy grabbed my hair and twisted my head. Without any noise whatsoever, I felt the hot splash of another load on my face. The first blast went too high, striking my forehead and hairline, but every burst after that shot right into my mouth. I held the cum there until the dude finished and then sucked it down.

Two more loads were delivered in this way within the next minute. I had no idea who these guys were or what they looked like, but I savored every drop of their cum. By the time they were done, most of my face was wet with man juice and my belly was full. The harsh smell of cum and the salty taste was literally all I could smell or taste. The shit was dripping off my chin and onto my chest as I did my best to lick it up.

"Adam, you're up." I heard Ben say.

"Untie him," Adam said. He sounded like he was panting. I'm guessing that he had been jerking off vigorously as my face was painted with cum by the other four guys.

I felt the cords around my wrists being untied. My initial reaction was to reach down and jack my dick, but Adam grabbed my hands before I could pleasure myself.

"Hold them out in front of you," he said as he turned my hands palm side up in front of me.

I felt the tip of his dick brush my hand and then his cum exploded into my palms. It felt hot and wet. Adam groaned and cursed as he blew his wad. I stayed put and did not move my hands at all. He must have shot five good sized spurts, because there was a definite puddle of cum in my palms.

"Jerk off with it." he grunted.

Instantly, I moved my hand down to my steel hard cock and slathered the cum-lube onto my dick. I worked it up and down the shaft, being careful not to drip any of it onto the floor. Then I started to jerk my cock off hard and fast.

"You like that slut? You like using my cum as lube?" Adam asked.

"Yes. Thank you," I hissed as I neared orgasm.

"Rub my juice into your skin, bitch. Squeeze hard to work it in." he commanded.

I grabbed onto my dick as hard as I could and pulled myself to orgasm. My whole body spasmed as I shot blast after blast across the floor of the locker room. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

"He's a big shooter," one of them said.

"Kind of a waste to give a pussy-boy a dick and set of balls like that." another remarked.

As I recovered from my orgasm, I could hear the guys getting dressed and clearing out. Ben told me that he would be back in a few minutes and that I could take the blindfold off and clean up after I heard the door close. When there was silence, I grabbed a towel and cleaned the cum off my chest, hand, and face. I let Adam's load stay on my cock, not wanting to waste any of that juice. I tucked the towel into my backpack so that I would have something to play with later.

When Ben came back in he smiled at me in a big-brotherly way. "You are one sick, cum-hungry, slut." he said.

"That was awesome," I said.

"Whatever. Get your shit. I'll give you a ride back to your dorm." he said.

Ben said nothing to me in the car. When we got to the parking lot in front of my dorm, he put the car in park and then pulled his dick out of his pants.

"I still haven't blown my load. Get to work." he said without even looking at me.

I glanced around. "Here?" I asked.

Ben didn't say a word. He just grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled my head into his crotch.

"Suck my fucking dick." he growled.

It was late at night. The parking lot was slow, but it wasn't empty. I started to suck Ben's dick with as much gusto as I could manage. I wanted him to get off before I was seen.

"What, you worried someone's going to find out you're a cock-sucker?" he asked.

I nodded without taking my mouth off his dick. I brought my hand down to his dick and started to jerk him off.

"You smell like sperm bank." he said. "You're not fooling anyone."

I kept sucking, but knew that he was right. There was a thin coating of dried cum all over my body.

After about a minute, Ben's dick started to grow in my mouth. Ben pulled it out just as he started to cum. His thick ropes of jism shot up onto the side of my face and into my hair. By the time he was done, one side of my face was covered with his cum.

I sat up straight and reached into my bag for the towel. Ben grabbed my hand.

'If you ever want to see my dick again, you will walk straight into that building with my cum on your face." he said.

"Ben . . . please . . ." I pleaded without making eye-contact. I could feel his cum running off my cheek and down into the collar of my shirt. His load was thick, and anyone who saw me would know that it was semen.

"Look at it." he said as he grabbed his cock, which was still erect and shiny. "You decide if this is the last time you get to swing on my jock dick."

I turned to the door and pulled on the handle.

"Good boy," Ben said.

I started to get out of the car but Ben grabbed me by the back of my shirt.

"What do you say?" he asked.

"Thanks." I said in my meekest voice. I had heard of the so-called walk of shame before, but this was really going to take the cake.

I walked into the res hall and toward the elevator. I wanted to get upstairs as fast as was humanly possible. As the elevator doors opened, a guy ran up behind me and jumped into the elevator with me. I continued to look down at the floor.

"Hey dude, you got something on your . . . ." he paused for what felt like an hour. "Fuck man, is that cum?"

I nodded, not wanting to talk to him more than I had to.

"You been sucking dick?" he said.

I nodded again. Just as he was about to ask me more questions, the door opened on my floor. I made a quick beeline to my room. I opened the door and sat down at my desk. I touched the load on my face, and then began to lick Ben's juice off of my fingers.

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