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He had been bullying me since grade school. In the halls he would tease me and take my lunch money. In the locker room he would call me a fag and make fun of my size. He was always verbally abusing me and making me feel like less of a man. 

Today he stepped up the abuse.  He was showing off for his friends. The verbal abuse became physical.  He pushed me against the wall and wrapped his hands around my throat. As he choked me I shuttered and twitched. He easily lifted me off the floor, my feet dangling. He felt so masculine using my weakness to impress the guys he hung out with. I could not help myself, my toes curled and I came in my pants. Having this stud abuse me caused me to shoot a load.

Since he was standing between me and his buddies, I think he was the only one who realized what happened. I fully expected him to out me, to make fun of my orgasm, further humiliating me in front of his friends. Instead he lowered me to the floor, leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Meet me in the locker room after school, faggot. I am going to fuck you and make you my bitch.”

As I heard the words, my cock chubbed up again instantly. I knew I would be in the locker room waiting for him. All those years of bullying had trained me to understand he was superior and that my role in life was to serve him.

That’s it, just relax and take my cock. Remember how you used to struggle and resist?  You used to, at least, pretend to be a man, who did not want to be fucked.  Now you just spread your legs and let me use you like a fuck toy.  You grab your little dick and hold it out of the way while I plow your cunt wide open. You’re easier to use than a flesh-lite.

Enough is enough, roomie. It’s been two weeks since we moved into this dorm room together.  Two weeks of you sneaking furtive glances at me while I sleep or when I come back from the showers. it’s obvious that you are interested in my meat. I can’t be sharing a room with a guy who is always sneaking around trying to look at my cock, so here you go. Take a good long look. It’s just a cock. Like yours, but bigger.

I am not real happy to be sharing a room with a fag, but maybe we can work something out.  Like, for example, right now, I could use a warm hole to bust a nut into. The girl I went out with tonight wants to take it slow. She spent all night working me up, then left me hanging. I bet a fag, like you, would love to get on your knees and suck a load out of my balls, wouldn’t you. 

Maybe we could work out a deal, You get to stay in the room and look at my body whenever you want, in exchange for draining my nuts whenever I get horny. You should know, I get horny all the time.  You will wake me every day with a blow job, taking care of my morning wood. I will also, most likely, dump some warm jizz into you during the afternoon and every evening, when I don’t have a date.

So what do you think, you want to be my live in cock sucking cum dump? You don’t have to answer right now, you can just get on your knees and start sucking.

There is no better feeling than being served by a dude who should be an equal, but isn’t. We are both jocks, the same age, similar backgrounds. We are both male, but only one of us is a man. 

There is something in the wiring of his brain that brings him joy, when he is serving others. His purpose in life is to help men empty their balls. He will do anything that I want, no matter ho humiliating or disgusting, as long as there is a hope that he will end up with my nut inside him.

Trying to remain stoic and tough while another man climbs aboard your ass. Holding in the screams of pain. You refuse to give them the satisfaction. The rival team kidnapped you the night before the big game. They told you that they are going to use you like a whore. Show you their dominance, so that you will be unable to fight them on the field.

One by one they are fucking you in the ass. Their big, thick cocks stretching you out painfully. Each time one of them shoots his load in you, you feel like a little bit less of a man. Listening to them laugh and joke all around you, acting as though you are just a fuck toy, to be used then discarded. The most humiliating part is how loose your ass is becoming. A man’s ass should not be gaping, it’s just not natural. The first cock barely fit. It was excruciating as the linebacker worked his fat meat into your tight little ass. As he took away your virginity, he stretched you out, making your hole fit his cock. Then the next guy punch fucked you, forcing his cock to penetrate your ass over and over, loosening up the ring at the entry, so the no matter how much you squeezed, you could not get tight enough to prevent the next thrust. These jocks all leaving their hot loads of jizz inside of you to lube up the next man’s entry. The guy using you now, doesn’t even have to aim his cock to accurately, your ass has become a slick funnel guiding his cock deep into your guts. 

You hear them laughing, enjoying themselves. They make a game out of trying to get you to scream. You hold on, not wanting to give them that one last piece of your fight. They can’t make you scream. Screaming would mean that the have fully broken you. Then you hear them discussing putting two dicks in your cunt at the same time. They plan on double penetrating you! You realize then that you will break, they have all night.

Yo kid, I just finished a serious workout and worked up a good sweat. Get over here and clean off my balls. Lick off the built up perspiration, taste that testosterone. Once they are clean, you can suck the sweat out of the pouch of my jock strap, while I fuck your cunt.

The fag obviously likes kneeling in front of me with my cock in his mouth. He has accepted that he is made to service the cocks of real men, like me. He would never question this position. Looking up from his knees just feels right.

But today is different. Today he is going to do something he never even considered before. Its the look of hesitation and worry in his eyes that is making me hard. The fag will do anything to serve, but swallowing my morning piss is a new low. His mind is fighting with his body, he wants to make me happy, but he still thinks he is better than a urinal. He still holds out a little hope that I won’t empty my bladder in him. He still wants to believe that I value him as something more than an object to use. Silly faggot.

As I let my stream start to flow into him, I smile. I enjoy watching a little more of his innocence being washed away. Now that he knows I have no problem pissing down his throat, he accepts it. He knows this is what I want, so he straightens his back, looks up at me and tries to be the best damn urinal I have ever used. 

This is good for him, he needs to learn that the men using him don’t care about him.  He is just a fag.