Taub Hall Gang Bang Chapter 11
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When the "generous" men were done "donating" their DNA and testosterone in my throat, I made another walk of shame back to my room. Taking normal size steps caused the chastity cage to painfully pull my nuts, so I took smaller steps. The round ball part of the butt plug felt good though. I found that if I kind of rolled my hips when I walked, the ball inside me massaged my prostate and felt better than good. My dumb fag brain did not realize how that made me look till Duane slapped my ass and said
"Curtie, work that beautiful round ass. Move your ass like a cat in heat. Advertise the goods. You really want me to give it to you bad, don't you? I'm not giving you my cock today but put on a slut show for me anyway and strut like you're on a catwalk"
Jim: "More like a hooker walking on Westimer, but damn that ass does look good when it moves like that."
Jim and Duane both grabbed my ass as I finished walking to my room, but to my great frustration, that is all they did to my ass. No one did anything to my ass all week. Jon and Jim both used my mouth to service their morning wood and occasionally a hard-up golfer or track guy would use my throat. Jim never let me take the chastity cage off my dick, but he did unlock the butt plug part every morning so I could shit and shower. Either Jim or Jon always watched me take a shower to make sure I didn't do anything stupid like fuck myself with a shampoo bottle. Stinking silent Kruger watched too. There was nothing unusual about a guy like me taking a morning shower, but Kruger watching and beating off while I washed my body was humiliating and creepy as hell.
Craig was true to his word and studied with me every day. Jim made sure I put the work in when I was in our room, and Craig made sure I studied when I was in class or the library. Of course, I was still doing take-home tests and homework for some of the jocks too. Jim and Craid enforced a study schedule and discipline that I should have created for myself from day one. I guess being in a dorm full of athletes, real men, was too distracting even before Duane and the guys forcibly gang-banged me. I was too dumb to know I was a fag. I was still in denial even then, even though I had a butt plug pleasuring my ass and multiple guys using my mouth for a cum-dump every day.
Craig's help did not come free. He used me before and after classes in men's rooms and the library too. Craig was 18 like me and always horny, but he wanted more than a warm tight throat to fuck, he wanted to degrade me too. He always made me beg for his cock and load at a bare minimum. Often he would make me bow down and kiss his shoes even where I might be seen and caught. He told me that if anyone asked, I should tell them it was a fraternity initiation. When he needed to piss, he made me kneel and hold his cock and aim it at the urinal. Some of his piss often spattered back on my face, but the worst was kissing his dick head right after his piss flow stopped. I was a dumb fag, but not so dumb I didn't know where this was leading. Getting used in a public men's room was risky, but it was not the riskiest place he used me. One time when he needed a study break, he led me to an empty unpopular part of the library and made me blow him between the bookshelves. He ordered me to drop my pants down to my ankles and then he zip-tied my hands behind my back. I had to kneel and beg to kiss his ass and suck his dick, I complained that we might get caught but he said
"You might get caught on your knees with a toy up your ass and drool on your chin, but I won't. If I hear footsteps, I'll button up my pants as I walk away from you. The sight of you will shock them so much they won't even notice me walking away form you. At least the chastity device will keep you from being raped in jail when you get arrested. OH, I forgot, you like getting your ass raped. The safest thing for you is to start begging real good, make me believe it, and then give me the best deepest rim job you can. The faster you make me cum down your throat, the better it will be for you."
I didn't have any option except submission. Even if I could have gotten to my feet, my hands were tied behind me, and I couldn't pull up my pants. My begging sounded convincing because I was desperate to get my face between his bun and get him off. It seemed like forever, but I'm sure it was no more than minutes before Craig dropped his pants down just enough to let my face push between his hairy white ass cheeks. He did help me some, he spread his buns and gave me full access to his husky hole. I wasted no time and licked his ass from his taint to the top of his crack. I huffed his scent and pheromones as I licked. A normal human would have been grossed out by the unmistakable taste when my tongue pushed inside his ass hole. I didn't even slow down but made smacking noises as I loudly kissed and sucked his ass hole.
Craig: "Fucking nasty whore. Just like that, lick me clean. You fucking love the taste of my dirty ass. Fucking nasty bitch. Lick it! Lick my ass hole clean inside and out. Fucking deeper bitch or I'm walking and leaving you here with your brown tongue. You're grunting like a pig. Taste good? Time for your reward, beg for my cock and cum."
He didn't waste much time letting me beg. He was too worked up from humiliating me. He came a massive load down my throat and marked my forehead with his last drop of cum.
Craig: "Say thank you faggot. I know you loved that. Your worthless caged dicklet leaked fag juice all over the floor. Lick it up."
After I licked up my pre-cum off the floor, Craig helped me to my feet and cut the zip-tie holding my wrists. I had my pants back up and we were walking back to our table when the elevator opened and a group of English majors started looking for an obscure old book. Even mostly unused parts of the library were not reliably empty. I had gotten lucky.
I was so horny. Thinking about math and engineering helped me take my mind off my blue balls and the butt plug massaging my prostate, but a scary thought slipped into my mind as I sat back down to study. After what I had just done, and the pool of precum evidence I had pumped out, after all the other queer shit I had done, and the pleasure in my plugged ass hole, was I a faggot for real? A nypho anal whore? A stupid piece of fuck meat? Had I been lying to myself and everyone my whole life? How could I deny the evidence? I pushed the idea aside, I would think about that tomorrow. I had a major thermodynamics exam to study for.
On Thursday Craig took me to his study group to prep for the big exam on Friday. Besides Craig, the group consisted of 4 pimple-faced soft chubby nerds. I don't remember their names. I've often called myself a nerd, but these guys were next-level. They probably spoke fluent Klingon. After talking with them for just a few minutes, I could tell they weren't super smart either. I understood the thermodynamic basics better than they did. What they did have that I didn't have, were three old exams from previous years. We divided up the questions between us and got to work. With six of us working on it, we should have had all the answers in less than 90 minutes. I was done first in about an hour and then sat quietly for another hour while the others worked.
"Fucking trick question, there is no way to calculate this. It is impossible without a supercomputer. We have all the other questions done. The last one is just a bad joke. Dr Wherley is trying to fuck with our heads. Let's just blow it off, we have enough solved."
"Give it to the stupid fag. I want to see his sissy brain explode trying to solve it."
"I'm not waiting around for that, let's go. The fag can explode his sissy brain on his own time. Craig, the fag should pass, he has the questions and answers, bring it to my room after the exam to pay up."
Craig: "After the grades are posted and if it passes, probably Friday after 5:00."
"Can't wait to rape its pretty mouth. Hope it is as good as you say."
Craig: "It will be the best blow job you have ever had since it will be the first blow job you have ever had."
All the guys laughed hard except the target of Craig's joke. When I was back in my room, I looked at the "unsolvable question". It was unsolvable if you had no common sense and insisted on an answer with multiple decimal point precision. On the other hand, it was a quick almost gimme question if you make a couple of reasonable and obvious assumptions and accept an answer with an error bar of +/- 3%. I solved it in less than 5 minutes and then started studying the other questions and solutions.
The exam started the next day at 8:00 and lasted three hours. The questions weren't exactly the same, but very similar. There were a couple of questions that were impossible to solve without making reasonable and obvious assumptions . I was done in an hour, and I spent another half hour checking my calculations. The nerd squad gave me dirty looks as I turned in my exam. Maybe they thought I just gave up and failed, cheated them out of their chance at my mouth, or maybe they knew I was ahead of them.
Grades were posted by 4:00. I not only passed, but I got an A-. The only A scored on the exam. I wrecked the grading curve for the others, and the next highest grade was a B-. There were several Cs and Ds. I was more relieved than excited. I would not fail this class and not lose my scholarship this semester. All it would cost me would be the temporary loan of my mouth, throat, and some pain.
Craig walked me to the Law Residence Hall. This was the hall I had applied to, and where science and engineering students usually are assigned. It was weird that I was assigned to Tuab Hall. Craig dropped me off at one of the nerds' room. I had to stay and service the boys for an hour. The room was decorated like a junior high boy's room, Star Wars posters, D&D figurines, and even the bed sheets were Star Wars. No one took the initiative, so I dropped to my knees and then the boys circled around me and opened their pants. I kept my eyes closed and concentrated on the cocks and their cum rather than the childish room and how immature they looked. With my eyes, closed, I tried to fantasize about Duane, Freddie, Jim, and Chappy, but the smell and taste were too different, wrong My brain knew I was not servicing strong men in their prime, but weaklings and followers. Maybe Doc was right, and I was a nympho anal whore, but I had a definite sexual preference. I preferred confident strong men who filled my brain with superior pheromones and my throat and hole with superior sperm.
None of the nerds were more than 6 inches and none were thick. I easily deep throated the first one then moved to the next. I was alternating between the four boys for about 2 minutes before the first one came in my mouth. The dweeb must have been saving his seed for me. It was one of the biggest loads I had ever had. I kept licking his dick head as he fired. I sucked him till the last drop. He was nearly hyperventilating and made so much noise, I thought the whole dorm might come to see what was wrong with him. I made the other 3 cum over the next 5 minutes. I think they all saved their seed for me, all 3-day loads at least. I know the guys were 18 like I was, but they looked like junior high boys, and their cum unsatisfying too. No one told me to do anything different, so I stayed on my knees and sucked cock for about 30 minutes. At least one of the geeks was hard, but then they needed a break to recover, and they wanted more than head.
They tried to get my chastity cage off and my butt plug out of the way. They were not stronger than me and not much taller than me, but there were 4 of them, and they pined me to a bed easily. I told them no, Doc said I couldn't and begged them to stop, but they stripped my pants off. With no key, they tried brute force to jerk the cage off my dick and ball. I screamed so they held a pillow over my face and kept trying to force my balls through the tiny stainless steel ring. I couldn't breathe and blacked out, so I'm not sure how long they tried to rip off my chastity cage. When I came to, my balls were in agony and I was face down on the bed. The would-be rapists were unsuccessfully trying to pull the pug out of my ass. The Kevlar straps did their job, but The skin on my hips was broken and bleeding. Nothing came loose and my ass stayed safe and pugged. This was the only unsuccessful gang bang I endured and the most painful. It all stopped when Craig busted into the room.
To say Craig was pissed would be the understatement of the semester. Sharing his toys was one thing, stealing and breaking his toys was quite another. For obvious reasons, he did not take me to the Health Center or contact Campus Security, but I had to have treatment. My balls were swollen and blueish and still swelling. Doc came to my room. He gave me two shots in my hip to kill the pain and block infection before the ether anesthesia. The last things I remember hearing were
Dr Ouellette: "Young man, you will be alright. You will sleep while I remove the prosthetic device. You will need some time to heal, but you will be alright. I do recommend you stop putting yourself in dangerous situations."
Craig: "Not his fault this time. We know who did this. You will have 4 new lab rats soon. Do you have any compounds you have been reluctant to test? Maybe something that would turn a rat's dick inside out and cause its balls to rot in their sack?"
Dr Ouellette: "Male genatailia atrophy? Yes, I know of such a treatment. Not a chemical sex change since the patient would not have female sex organs to replace the male organs, and the patient would never have any sexual pleasure of any kind. Even more severe sexual dysfunction than a eunuch. It has never been tested on humans. Would you like to watch the recordings of the animal testing? I warn you, the subjects suffered physically and mentally. The recordings could be disturbing to a nonprofessional."
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