Taub Hall Gang Bang Chapter 9
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This is adult-oriented original fiction depicting explicit and graphic sexual situations between adults. Things described here may be considered unsafe sex or illegal. These acts are part of a fictional story and are not recommended in real life. By reading this story you are saying you are of legal age to read such material and live where this type of reading material is legal. All characters are fictional.
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I woke up back in my room naked with a weird feeling on my junk. I looked down but I didn't comprehend at first. Where was my dick? What was wrong with my nuts? I panicked at first. My balls were in a tight chrome cock ring and there was a tiny metal cup where my dick should have been. A LOCK TOO!
Jim: "I have one of the keys to your clit cage. Doc and Riley have the other two. You won't be having any more embarrassing boners in class. Rule change, from now on, when you are sucking dick, you play with your nipples and finger fuck your wet slimy pussy. We'll start right now. Make lots of noise and show me again how a whore pleasures herself when she sucks my cock.
I was on my knees pulling down his shorts without even thinking. I licked his nuts before sucking him hard. I knew what he liked and didn't need to think to service him right. When the semester started, we were buds and roommates, but he wasn't looking at me as a buddie anymore. He looked down at me with a twisted satisfaction. He had made me the perfect roommate; he had made me his hole. He was inside my head too. I played with my nipples and ass hole, and face fuck myself on his dick, and I liked it. He made me moan like a porn star whore when I did it. My trapped struggling dick hurt, but pleasure pulsed between my nipples and ass. I was near cumming when I made Jim cum down my throat.
That was the new normal for the next week. I swallowed load after load from Jim and my suitemate Jon. I sucked them off and swallowed their warm fresh cum straight from their balls. My other suitemate Kruger didn't use my throat or feed me, but he watched and jacked off as Jon used me. The creepiest thing that happened to me was Silent Kruger watching me pleasure my tits and hole as I sucked, and that was saying a lot. I couldn't always see him, but I could smell his cologne and body odor and hear his heavy breathing and stoking. Jon didn't seem to even notice him, or maybe Jon was afraid to say anything to the huge scary strong semi-syco.
The Golfers still feed me breakfast every day. It was like staring in a bukkake movie every morning. Riley recorded the action, documentation for Dr Ouellette's research. Riley arranged for my lunches too. I had a blindfold on so, I couldn't tell if he recorded my noon face fuckings. Sometimes I could tell who was using my throat by their voices, but most of the time they were completely anonymous. I liked not knowing, it removed all embarrassment and inhibition, so I could totally fag-out, fingering my pussy while I slobbered on their nuts, huffed man smells as I kissed their ass holes, and sucked their cocks dry. Before moving into Taub Hall, I had only had sex with my girlfriend, but I was so hungry and horny. I couldn't touch my caged dick, but my ass hole and nipples felt so good. Every day my cum built up pressure in my balls and my shame disappeared. Sometimes I got so close to cumming when the guys were feeding me. For dinner, I drained the balls of every man on Taub Hall's first floor who would let me, golfers, swimmers, track and field guys, and their friends. Halloween was coming up, and the irony was not lost on me, I was the Taub Hall cum vampire. I had the frozen sperm donations that Craig and the Theta Tau bros gave me too. A snack of billions of living sperm between meals. Over those two weeks, I consumed so much super high-quality protein and fat, but I still lost a little weight. My ribs were showing and I had abs for the first time in my life.
That was pretty much my routine with one big exception. Riley left a note on his door on Friday at noon saying something had come up and he couldn't make it. The note said to go to an address on Westheimer Rd, the guys would feed me there. The note said to go to booth 18 which I didn't understand. I figured it out when I got to the address. The place was called "The Ballpark" and there was a baseball player on the sign, but it was anything but a sports bar. It was the kind of place Dr. Ouellette had warned me about the first time he examined me, a gay porn store and arcade. I should have just left, but Riley told me to come here and I didn't want to disappoint the guys he sent here to feed me. The front of the place was clean, brightly lit, and gay porn and sex toys were everywhere. I was kind of mesmerized by it all. I had to pay for an hour's worth of tokens to get into the arcade. It was almost pitch black in the arcade. It wasn't dirty exactly, but it smelled of men and sex. I circled through the aisles for 10 minutes before finding booth 18. The place was crowded with all kinds of guys cruising in and out of the booths, but no athletes or ROTC cadets. These were not Riley's friends. These were strangers wanting to dump their load on their lunch break. I should have left right then, but I just couldn't make myself leave. I could hear the sounds of porn and live sex spilling out of the booths. Both 18 was occupied, so I stood in front of it and waited as the men cruised by me and looked me over. I then knew what a baby gazelle feels like on the Serengeti surrounded by jackals, wild dogs, and lions. It was fucked up and dangerous on so many levels, but my brain was soaking in hormones, so I waited till an old fag came out of the booth, then took his place.
The booth was tiny with a small video screen and a chair. The three glory holes were the most important part of the booth and the reason Riely must have sent me to this booth. A big glory holes on each wall. The walls were so close together that a slut could suck one dick and jack off two others at the same time. I put all my tokens in and the screen played a skinny ginger boy on his knees in a trashed-out house sucking dicks. I didn't get to watch much, a thick uncut cock came through the center hole. I shucked off my shirt and dropped my shorts to my ankles. I used my shirt to cushion my knees when I dropped down to service the cock. Using my shirt was dumb, the floor was sticky with fag slobber and cum.
The dick was about 6" and thick enough to make me open very wide. I could smell it even before I tasted it. The strong scent of ball sweat, piss, precum, and foreskin funk, so not fresh from the shower clean. The smell didn't even slow me down. I took him to the root in one slurp. This man was not looking for a "little buddy" like the Taub Hall guys. This man was at a gay arcade to use, abuse, and unload in a faggot. He was loud and made sure everyone in the arcade could hear him when he got verbal.
Unknown Man: "You a fucking starving Faggot? You're sucking like a god-damn hoover. Do you love the taste of my dick? Take my cock out of your mouth and answer me faggot."
Me: "I love your cock, Sir."
Unknown Man: "Sir? You're a polite cocksucker, aren't you? Show me your ass, I may fuck your sissy ass."
I stood up and spread my cheeks for him, but I couldn't get fucked, not yet?
Me: "Sir, I can't get fucked today. I don't have permission."
Unknown Man: "Permission? Does your Daddy know you're giving throat away for free at glory holes? What's that metal shit on your dickelet? FUCK IT, I don't care. Get back on your knees and service me. BALLS! You dumb faggot, service my balls too. Lick 'em good then get my cock back down your throat, but keep working my nuts too. This is all your good for you stupid worthless slut, servicing men and swallowing cum. Use your tongue more you lazy cumdump. Fucking work for my load."
He face fucked me so hard that the booth wall shook. Two minutes of using my throat and verbally degrading me was enough to make him shoot a huge load down my throat. After he pulled out of my mouth, I noticed cocks poking through both the other two glory holes. Every man in the place had heard the first guy say I was a dirty worthless cumdump. Every horny man in the place knew I would take their cocks, their abuse, and their cum. The fact that I was fingering my ass hole and moaning as I serviced them was proof I was a cum whore. It started a feeding frenzy like chum for sharks. I was on my knees sucking and swallowing for an hour till my tokens ran out. Three cocks at once sometimes. I sucked my first black dick through a glory hole. It was just too thick to go down my throat, so I held the head in my mouth and tongued his piss slit while I jacked his shaft. When I wasn't sucking cock, I was kissing ass. More than once some guy tried to get into my booth but the door was locked. Most of the cum went in my belly, but a couple of guys dumped their loads on me, cum on my face, on my chest, and in my hair. I felt lower than dirt, but my cock was straining against the cage to get hard. I looked and smelled like a cumdump as I made the walk of shame out of the Ball Park. The clerk said
"You're a good little cocks sucker. When you come back, you can get all the tokens you want for free. You're good for business."
I told myself I would never be back, but that was a lie.
I was depressed when I got back to the room. I took the anti-infection pills Dr Ouellette prescribed after my first forced Taub Hall gangbang. Sucking off a bunch of anonymous dicks in a gay arcade was at least as risky as a dorm gangbang.
I was just so horny and felt so dirty and stupid. I wanted this ordeal to be over, and to eat real food instead of cum. I wanted, no needed to cum so bad, I could barely think straight. I needed the fucking cock cage off me. I needed Dr Ouellette's medical release. I had done what he ordered. At least 5 times a day, I applied the healing ointment I had pushed the greasy sticky goop deep into my ass hole and massaged it into my prostate. It was weird and kind of gross at first, but I learned to like it, especially rubbing it over my prostate. My hole always felt wet with the ointment packed inside me.
By Friday at 4:30 PM, my mind was mush and all I cared about was seeing Dr. Ouellette and getting a medical release. I figured he would examine me and immediately fuck the cum out of me in his office, but the Doctor had other plans.
Dr Ouellette: "Your anus and rectum have completely recovered, good boy. You can resume a normal diet immediately. I can tell you have applied the ointment as prescribed. Your anus is as tight now as when you came to Taub Hall. Because of the Kegel exercise I prescribed, your pelvic floor and anus are even stronger than before you became an anal whore. My assistants will collect samples for the lab to check for STDs. When the lab gives you negative results, you are medically cleared to resume passive anal intercourse. Don't look so disappointed, I'll ask the lab to rush the results so you will know by tomorrow."
That all sounded great, but it was not what I wanted to hear.
Me: "But Doc, when can I get this cage off my junk? I'm Ok now, so please, please take it off!"
Dr Ouellette: "The injury from your anal self-abuse is healed, but you are far from OK. Just today you ignored my medical advice and warnings. You went to a sleazy gay sex shop and offered yourself to any man, and no cock refused. That is why I ordered a new STD screening. As I already told you, places like that are extremely dangerous and addicting to a naturally submissive homosexual nymphomaniac like you. You have proven you have no self-control. I would not be surprised to find out you are abusing poppers and ecstasy too. I won't even consider removing the protective prosthetic from your penis at this point. On the contrary, I have ordered another custom prosthetic for your anus, to guard against future anal self-abuse too. The new prosthetic device will be similar to the butt plug you've used to keep cum inside you, but with a locking device. Your grades have slipped badly. Do you want to be a chemical engineer or a gay prostitute? You have put your safety and health at serious risk. I've asked Jim and Riley to help me monitor you for your safety. You are medically cleared for anal penetration, but you will only have sex when we say and with whom we say. We will decide when and if your chastity devices will be removed. This is for your protection. I'm going above and beyond the call of duty for you, and you should be grateful. I don't want you to contract a superinfection or flunk out of university because you spent all your freshman year in the Orleans gay theater masturbating with strange men inside every orifice of your body. My professional advice is when you leave my office, go to the cafeteria and eat real food instead of jizz and concentrate on your classes instead of your horny ass hole and anonymous cock."
I'd fucked up so bad. I felt so stupid. Why hadn't I listened to what Doc warned me about? My education and the university were all I had because I had no home to go back to, and I was fucking it all up. In high school I thought I was smart, but obviously not even smart enough to take care of myself.
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