Spring Break

Dale’s Decent Continues – Spring Break

As I mentioned in my other stories, after catching me sucking off one of my Frat Brothers, my roommate Mark turned me into the campus cockslut. He seemed to take delight in degrading me by having me service ever larger groups of men.

By mid-semester, I had fallen into a routine. I usually sucked off Mark as soon as he woke up, followed by 5-6 other “regular customers” who came by for service before going to morning classes, I returned to the room at lunch and did the “lunch crowd” as a group, which varied between 8-10 guys.  At night, I usually sucked another 10 or so. Mark’s plan worked. I had a regular following and really loved servicing cock and swallowing cum.

The Monday before Spring Break, Mark showed up with a present. He threw a bag on my bed and said, “You know, we have been wasting some of your assets Slut. Time for you to get more versatile - - make sure you are ready to go by Friday…enjoy!” I opened the bag and there was a huge buttplug. It was graduated in steps from the size of a finger at the top to almost the size of a fist at the bottom. There was also an 8” lifelike cock dildo and lube.

I shuttered. I knew where this was going, in all of my slutting, I had never taken anything up my ass. Unreal as it may sound, even after sucking off hundreds of guys, my ass was virgin. Well, I knew Mark was a man of his word. Over the course of the week, I worked hard to get my ass ready for the inevitable pounding Mark had in mind. Thankfully at some point, I figured out that this was all counterintuitive - - I needed to flex my ass as if I were shitting to take the Buttplug in. By the end of the week, I could get the buttplug ¾ of the way up my ass, far more than I would ever need and I could easily take the 8 ½” cock to the base. I was all set!!

We were all headed for Florida on Saturday for break and I was excited. I knew that there would be plenty of opportunity for me suck cock and I was up for it!

On Friday morning after I sucked him off, Mark said, “Today’s the day! Be back to the room at 4, I’m dying to tap that ass!” I could hardly make it though classes. After playing with the plastic cocks all week, I was so excited to experience what the real thing was like. In fact, I cut my last class and went back to the room early to play with myself while I stuck that plastic cock right back up my ass. I was flaming hot by the time Mark showed.

I was naked when he walked in, he unzipped his pants and I was on his cock. I sucked it as if it was the last one I would ever get. Once he was hard, he produced a rubber, grabbed the lube and said in almost a growl, “Get on your hands and knees slut!” I complied and he shoved his cock up my virgin ass. It was different. With the dildos, I had control, with Mark, I had none. He pounded me like a Hong Kong Whore showing no mercy.  I begged  - - easy, wait or slower, he just laughed, “Get used to it bitch!” and pounded me all the harder. After a while, I settled into his rhythm and my now stretched and throbbing asshole was having less of a problem handling his cock. At this point, I was really getting into being a total slut when my there was a knock on the door. Mark just yelled, “Come on in!” I threw him a horrified look. He sneered, “That’s your ride to Florida, I figured you should meet.”

The door swung open and in walked two of the biggest, roughest men I had ever seen. Both looked like football players long past their prime, both were dressed in work clothes and one stunk of whiskey. Mark introduced them as they unzipped their pants, “The bigger one is George and the smaller one is John, they answered my Craigslist ad. They are truck drivers from Florida and they are going to drop you off with us on Monday.” “That is after you help us out with a few jobs,” George added as he shoved his filthy cock in my face. Almost immediately, Mark groaned loudly, shot his load and said, “What’s your line slut?” I knew the game, “Who’s next please?” I answered. John said, “That would be me.” I spent the next hour in total degradation. I sucked both their filthy cocks, got fucked from both ends, was forced to lick clean their soiled assholes (another first), drank a glass of their combined piss, and finally took their loads down my throat. When they finished with me, George said to John as if I was not even there, “He’ll do- explain the deal. I’ll be in the truck.” Then, he walked out the door and shot me the most contemptible look - - he looked at me as if I was the lowest form of life - - it sent chills down my spine.

John told me that some weeks ago; they had answered ad stating that a VGL male college cockslut needed a ride to Florida. He said the ad stated that this slut (me) was a talented cocksucker, loved to be used as a slave, enjoyed being humiliated and offered sexual services in exchange for the ride. In keeping with the agreement, they planned to use me to pay back some favors and have some fun along the way. John told me that we would leave for Florida after my first “engagement” which was set up tonight. He told me he would pick me up at 7 P.M. on the street in front of our dorm adding, “and don’t be a fucking minute late. Oh, and pack light, you won’t be needing much.”

My head was reeling as he left the room. It was 5:30 now, in 90 minutes these two men - - complete strangers would own me! The time passed quickly, I packed a few things, mostly toiletries along with a couple of thongs for the beach. I dressed in short running shorts and a lifting shirt figuring they would like that. I found myself impatiently waiting for my ride. Sure enough, just as the campus clock struck 7, John and George pulled up in a big rig. Like a zombie I simply climbed in, with no idea of what would happen to me over the next 72 hours - - how bad cold it be? I would be back with my friends on Monday.

George looked at me and said, “What the fuck, you really are a fucken stupid college boy. Do I have to spell it out for you? Get out of those clothes now you stuck up, prissy slut - - we are not keeping you around to look pretty – you are a cockslut and you better start acting that way fast or you’ll find yourself in a world of shit. You can keep your shoes on if you want, I don’t want you to hurt your little feet on glass. Ha, Ha.” Of course I did as I was told.

After that, it was total quiet; we drove along the highway south for about an hour or two, George pulled into a rest area crowded with trucks. It was dark. He turned to me and said pointing to a building about a ¼ mile away, “Well baby, here’s your first gig. Walk over to the Men’s room over there and see what’s shaking. Make sure nobody is disappointed in your performance.” I wanted to die!! I was nude except for my shoes, my pubes were shaved off (Remember, Mark had told me to keep them that way) and I was going to do whatever anyone I met wanted. I thought, Oh God! How did I get myself into this? I took a breath, opened the cab door, and started walking quickly toward the Men’s Room. George shouted after me, “No rush baby, better walk slower, they will wait.” I slowed my pace, passing a dozen or so trucks. Thankfully, it seemed nobody noticed me. I pulled open the Men’s Room door and light flooded out blinding me. As my eyes adjusted, I breathed a sigh of relief. The place was empty. Thank God!

For a moment, I thought I was alright.  It was all a joke. Then the door opened - - in walked three men - - truckers. “Well, well, lookey here. What’s this. George did bring us someone to play with.” Well, I knew how to handle three men; piece of cake I figured. I got on my knees and called them over. I figured I could get them off in a few minutes and get the Hell out of here!! Before long, I was working those nice hard cocks; I made one guy cum in about 30 seconds, so it seemed like I would be able to get away without getting my ass fucked. Little did I know that while I was congratulating myself, George was on the radio putting out a call that some fag was servicing truckers at the rest area. He went onto say that he usually doesn’t “go that way” but this little slut gave the best head ever and had the tightest little ass. John was at work too, going from truck to truck telling them what was going on.

Well, nobody had to tell me what was going on, even as I worked on these guys cocks, I starting hearing the door open and shut over and over again. I noticed the crowd grow. I did manage to make it through the first three without getting fucked. I obsessively sucked the many cocks circled around me but that wasn’t enough, someone yelled, “Who’s got that faggot’s ass? We are wasting half his abilities.” Almost instantaneously, I was pushed to my hands and knees and a finger, then a cock invaded my ass. I was scared shitless, this guy was barebacking me. Now being fucked from both ends, everything became a blur. I was sucking and fucking for all I was worth. I noticed flashes every so often. I must be dreaming I thought. The first guy pulled out of my ass -  shot cum in my face and made me lick his cock clean. He was immediately replaced, another load hit me from the side, a guy shot cum in my ear, I took load after load in my face and up my ass. My eyes burned with cum, my ass throbbed. Finally, the crowd thinned and I was laying on the bathroom floor when I heard George say, “Smile slut, say sperm.” Ii was at that moment that I figured out what the flashes were. George had been photographing my gangbang!!  “It’s alright college boy, I’ll probably only post a fraction of them. Of course, I’ll have to post them with your contact information, Mark sent us scans of your driver’s license and school ID card. I’m so glad we have access to wireless at truck stops, aren’t you fuckslut? Think of all the business you’ll get!” “Now spread your legs, I want to photograph that used asshole too. Look at all that sweet cum pouring out. Once I get this picture you better squeeze all that out and lick up off the floor. That will make a nice shot.” I realized I was ruined! My darkest moments posted on the Internet along with my name for all to see. I relished in my shame. George snapped me out back to reality, “Well slutto, this is the first of many stops. Let’s go.”.…but that’s another story.