It didn't take any time for the football players to take me on as their team slut. I reported to the locker room every day and waited for their practice to end - that's when the fun would start.
The routine was established early on-guys would come into the bathroom and piss on me until the coaches left, and then I was allowed into the locker room. Eric (the senior linebacker who had called dibs on me the first time) was the always the first one to get me - he'd wash out my mouth with soap and then fuck my ass.
Then I'd be passed around among whichever of the jocks wanted me that day. I sucked a lot of cock and some of the guys immensely enjoyed fucking me while their teammates looked on. Some of the team members never expressed any interest in me, but others were "frequent customers" and I got to know their turn-ons, favorite positions, and (of course) the intimate feel of their cocks-it got to the point where I could tell who was using me without opening my eyes.
Zak was a defense player from California who liked to lay me on my back on a bench and stand over me, making me deep throat his thick meaty schlong. Sometimes he would cum on my face, other times he would make me swallow his load and thank him for the privilege. He hardly ever said anything while he was fucking my throat, he just closed his eyes, went to work, and wiped his cock in my face when he was done.
Cory was the kicker, a beautiful blond haired kid from a farm somewhere in the Midwest. He was only interested in my ass, and he fucked it several times a week. He must have had me in every different position over the course of the season. Sometimes he would lie me on my back and make my hold my ankles while he would work my ass. Other times he would shove me against a locker and go to town, slamming my body into the metal door. Unlike Zak, Cory was very talkative. He'd tell me to beg for his dick and while he was doing me, he would tell me what a sick faggot I was and how disgusting I was. He would make me tell him how much I wanted his cock inside me and how I couldn't help being such a fag because I just didn't know any better.
Ryan and Jack (the guys who got me into all of this) rarely used me in the locker room, since they lived down the hall from me and I was at their call virtually 24-7.
In fact, Ryan and Jack started making me do things in the dorm just to assert their power over me. They put me in charge of doing their laundry and occasionally made me clean their room. It was obvious that I was becoming their personal slut, and I think other people caught on. Anyone who saw me on a regular basis and knew the way I dressed could tell that I was someone's laundry-boy when they saw me in the laundry room carefully folding the athletic workout clothes, sweatshirts, and colorful boxers, all noticeably too big for me.
In addition to my housekeeping chores, the two jocks would leave me notes every once and a while commanding me to do some embarrassing thing. One morning I had to spend 30 minutes in the bathroom wearing just a jockstrap (and I wasn't allowed to hide in the stalls). I brushed my teeth, shaved, washed my face, and pretended to wait for a shower - I tried to act like everything was normal, but I was definitely getting some weird stares, walking around in a jockstrap at 8:00 in the morning.
Another time I had to put on the skimpy soccer shorts that were part of my "uniform" and sit on the lawn in front of the dorm all afternoon. I couldn't understand how this was really humiliating, until Jack came by to deliver the final instructions - I had to wear a cock ring the whole time. So, I sat for several hours in the sun with a raging hard-on, allowing anyone who walked by a clear look up my shorts at my cock straining against my tighty whities.
This kind of thing entertained Ryan and Jack to no end. Jack noticed that my roommate was starting to get suspicious, so he decided to have some fun with that. Ryan took my roommate (whose name is Scott, by the way) to a party on a Thursday night. Before they left to come back to the dorm, Ryan called Jack and told him to get in place for the big surprise. When Scott walked in the room, I was kneeling on the floor, buck-naked, sucking on Jack's dick like my life depended on it.
"Oh god," I heard Scott gasp as he turned to leave.
"No, man, come on in," said Jack in a friendly voice, "you're missing out on the services that your cock-sucking roomie likes to provide."
Scott slowly closed the door and looked at me as I continued to slurp away at Jack's manhood.
"Dude," he said to Jack, "I didn't know that you were..." his voice trailed off.
"Gay?" asked Jack, laughing a little. "I'm not, by Chris here is so desperate for cock, it's hard to turn him down. He lets me stick it wherever I want."
"What? Have you..."
"Fucked his ass? Sure, he's got a nice tight little pussy, although the football team's been loosening it up for the last few months."
Scott was clearly shocked. "You mean he services the whole team?"
"Yeah dude, don't you ever wonder where he is every afternoon?" asked Jack as he increased the pace at which he was thrusting his cock into my mouth.
At this point Jack started to fuck my face with more intensity and I started to choke. All I could do was patiently wait for him to cum (I could tell he was close). Ryan took over the task of explaining things to Scott.
"I found out that Chris here is a little fag-boy, and since he's always looking for some cock to service, I figured some of the guys on the team might want him around."
Scott was still visibly stunned and asked Ryan some questions about why any guy would want a fag sucking his cock, and if there were any things I wouldn't do.
"No man, he'll do anything. He even drinks piss," Ryan said, grinning.
"Dude, that's so fucking low, I can't even believe it," Scott said, still in disbelief.
Jack started longdicking my throat and I could tell he was going to climax at any moment. After a minute or two he started dumping cum in my mouth.
"Don't swallow until I tell you to," he told me before he started shooting his load. I dutifully let his jizz pool up in my mouth. When he had finished cumming he had me open wide and show my mouthful of creamy semen to Scott.
"He loves drinking this stuff," Jack said. He then turned to me and commanded me to swallow it. I gulped it down, savoring the salty tangy flavor.
"Thank you sir," I said instinctively.
Scott couldn't believe that I was thanking the football jock for dumping a load of cum in my mouth, and I turned deep red as he stared at me in fascination and disgust.
"Fuck, man, I don't know if I can live with this perverted little fag," he muttered.
"Come on, lets go have a beer and we'll talk about it," said Ryan. They all left to go to the bar, and I went to bed, tired from the day's activities.
Scott came back about 3 in the morning and I woke up as he slapped me in the face.
"Wake up faggot, you've got some cock to suck," he said as he whipped out his semi-hard cock. I got out of bed and knelt at his feet. When he nodded, I swallowed his dick and kept sucking until he came - all over my face.
Scott never got over his disgust with me and he rarely said anything to me. He would look at me suspiciously when I returned to our room in the afternoons, and sometimes he would make fun of me when I changed into my slut outfit. It turned out that Scott didn't use me as much as the football team, but sometimes as he was getting ready for bed he would tell me what time he needed to be up in the morning. This meant that it was my responsibility to get up before him and wake him up with a morning blow job. I was happy to oblige...
After the second or third home football game (I can't remember which one) the guys took me to the football party that was at the captain's house off-campus. The team had won, so they were in a good mood. They got me pretty drunk and put me in a bedroom, where guys could come and get a quick blow job if they wanted. After I had sucked 5 or 6 guys Ryan came in with Jack and a few of their buddies and told me to wash up. I obliged, and they then put me in a car and we drove downtown. We stopped in a seedy neighborhood, and Ryan got out of the car and went into a store. He came back in a few minutes and motioned for me to come with him. I followed him into the store and realized it was a tattoo parlor. Ryan sat me down in the chair and told me to take off my shirt. The owner came over and cleaned off my right shoulder blade with alcohol. I realized I was going to get a tattoo, but I didn't dare ask any questions. He turned on his needle and started working on me. After he finished, Ryan made me pay and we left and went back to the party.
I was made to strip once we got back to the party, and everyone examined the tattoo on my back and laughed. No one would tell me what it was, and I soon forgot about it as I drank more beer and the pain started to fade. I sucked some more dick, and as a grand finale to the evening, Jack put me on the table in the living room and fucked my ass while Ryan fucked my face. With Jack's cum dripping out of my asshole, I was shoved out the front door, holding my clothes and told to go home. I dressed in the bushes and walked back to the dorm. When I got back I remembered that I had a new tattoo, and went to the bathroom to see what it said. Standing with my back to the mirror, I craned my head and made out the words "Property of Eastern State Football" on my shoulder blade.