Licker

By Dale Gutzman

Published on Aug 30, 2015

Gay

Poor, sweet, innocent young Caleb was getting fucked up the ass! And not just by any old college cock! No, Sir! The dick plowing into his formerly virginal teenage asshole was a beer can thick black one, ruthlessly stretching the boys rectum almost to the tearing point. Caleb begged, pleaded, sobbed, screamed, and in an ironically humorous moment bellowed out to his attacker, "I am LICKER! I lick! Please don't fuck me. I just LICK and SUCK!" For cute Caleb to finally accept the fact that he had become a dick licker and cocksucker was a giant step, but was it a step forward or a step backward? This remained to be seen. Caleb's evening had almost ended peacefully. He had almost avoided this painfully tragic catastrophe!

He had just finished licking the toilets clean in the fourth floor bathroom of the college dorm. I know, I know, such a simplistic way of stating such a totally depraved and degenerate act!

But believe me, Licker Caleb had had quite an internal struggle bringing himself to the point of being willing to clean dirty toilets with his tongue. It's one thing to lick sweaty Jock asses, balls and dicks. It's one thing to crawl on your hands and knees from dorm room to dorm room to suck dick! These were dudes that Caleb knew...college classmates, and Mark had spent considerable time explaining to Caleb that Jocks, in order to properly do their school work, needed to empty their big bloated sweaty balls. Cunts weren't always available for the task, so it fell to the loser Caleb! Oh, our boy had protested, but his naturally submissive steak had been growing stronger and stronger. He now actually thought of himself as somewhat inferior to Mark and the other jocks. His mind had been fucked with by countless bets and games and threats and promises. Mark truly had the young college boy in his control. Was Caleb a true submissive? Would you or I have buckled so quickly? Who can say? But that is neither here nor there. The fact was that Caleb had eaten male ass, had licked huge swinging ball sacks, and had sucked cock!

Did that make Caleb a faggot? We can't be sure. Certainly the muscular jocks on the receiving end of Caleb's tongue massages were one hundred percent straight. They fucked cunt!

But what truly masculine secure straight dude would refuse a good dick and ass suck from a sniveling little wimp? Mark was The Campus Ladies Man, and yet he was serviced by Caleb more than anyone else. He even made Caleb sleep some nights with the cute boy's face pressed into the jock's sweaty ass crack! Can you imagine how emasculated Caleb felt? What if his old high school friends could see him now? What if his family knew? What about his brother who was a Minister for Christ's sake?

And yet, sometimes when he was sucking ass or licking dick or balls, Caleb found his own fuckmeat erecting. That's right. He got hard. And don't think this little event went unnoticed by Mark and the others. It was Caleb's increasingly common hard-ons that convinced the jocks that he was indeed a faggot and belonged with a dick in his mouth. Straight jocks have an unusual way of looking at males they perceive to be faggots. They think of them as non-human dick dump receptacles! As an ashtray is to a cigarette, so a faggot's mouth is to a fat, needy, leaking dick! It's nothing personal. Jocks need to unload their balls, and faggots were meant to suck dick!

But toilet licking was another matter. It arose, Caleb was certain, from Mark's innate sadistic streak. To Mark, Caleb was not just a dick dump face cunt faggot. No, he was a TOY...an object with which to play. Something to abuse, mistreat, hurt and corrupt. Mark felt more masculine, more the MAN, when he abused Caleb. And so he had ordered Caleb to clean the fourth floor bathroom...WITH HIS TONGUE! Absurd! OF COURSE! Sadistic...for sure. How can a human being lick an entire college dorm bathroom clean? How can any human being be expected to lick clean a filthy toilet? To make sure he did a good job, Mark and some of the other jocks supervised at first. They put a large naked foot on Caleb's neck to push his face deeper into the toilet bowl, yelling at him to lick harder! They zapped his ass with a cattle prod if he didn't lick up under the porcelain rim...up where the waste splashed and dried.

The taste! How to describe the taste? Caleb tried to put it out of his mind, but it came back to haunt him when he ate his meals. The sour strong taste of piss and the bitter dark taste of the other waste, even worse. His tongue became coated with the dumpings of the jocks. And as everyone knows, especially the janitors whose jobs it is to regularly clean university toilets, College boys are not very neat when they piss and shit!

A nightmare for poor cute young Caleb? Of course. He didn't think he could do it. He refused. He was punished. He was threatened with exposure to his family and friends as a cocksucker. He broke down. He tried to clean the toilets with his tongue and got sick. He puked. Mark was not very patient. He warned Caleb that he would have to clean his own regurgitated mess up as well if he vomited! Caleb trembled so badly his body would not support him. His poor young mind became so twisted that he almost welcomed licking out the urinals. At least they didn't have remnants of...of that other stuff. And if he had to eat the occasional piss soaked cigarette butt, at least it wasn't as bad as having to eat the soaked toilet paper and what it contained from the bottom of an unflushed toilet bowl.

Caleb was convinced that Mark had instructed his fellow jocks to not flush the toilets. You see, Caleb had been ordered not to flush them but to eat and lick the waste from them.

His bathroom duties also included licking the floor clean around each toilet, and licking the pecker tracks off the stall doors. Lots of Jocks masturbated while on the can, and they shot their loads right onto the stall door.

Now all of this of course, altered Caleb's personality. And yet, he did nothing to rebel! He didn't drop out of school or run away. He never reported the abuse. And there were those damned erections. IT WAS TRUE, HE EVEN GOT A HARD ON WHEN LICKING THE TOILETS CLEAN! WHY? What had happened to him? What sick, latent side to himself had Mark unleashed? He searched on line for websites and blogs about faggots who licked toilets and drank piss and even ate that other waste matter. Some of these men were normal humans during the day. They worked in banks, taught school, were high powered lawyers...but at night, they went on line to hook up with Alpha Males who would abuse and use them in the most disgusting ways. No two ways about it...the sex was filthy! Filthy and perverted, and these men sought it out. Surly Caleb wasn't like that. He hated what he had to do. He hated sucking dick and licking balls and eating ass. He hated cleaning the shower room floor with his tongue. Then What?

Caleb had just finished cleaning the bathroom. He was crawling back to his own room, thinking about how he should do some studying before sleeping, but ungodly tired from his dorm chores. His lips were slightly swollen and his tongue was a bit raw. He had lost some weight, but he was still a pretty damned cute kid. He was totally exhausted, though. He had sucked

eleven cocks on this evening and swallowed eleven loads of thick jock sperm. If these muscular college boys were such cunt fuckers, why were they always horny to unload their big balls down Caleb's throat? Just as Caleb got to his room and was starting to crawl in, he heard a voice calling him. The door to Caleb's room had been removed, so he would have no privacy. Even his clothing had been removed. He was allowed one pair of loose gym shorts, one much too small tee shirt and a pair of old sneakers. He had to go to class wearing these.

"Hey, Licker!" the voice called to him. It came from the room near the end of the hallway...Mark's room. Mark came out into the hall wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His buff muscles rippled in the overhead dorm hall light. He was fucking gorgeous. But Caleb had already sucked Mark's dick earlier in the evening. What could the jock want now?

"I want you to go over to Johnson Hall, room 302. I lost a lot of money playing cards and can't afford to pay it, so I offered you instead. Make sure you do an excellent job. Whatever the fuck the dude wants. He doesn't take shit from anyone! Go on, get your ass over there!"

"But Mark, our...arrangement is only for guys on this floor. I don't...I can't...I've got schoolwork to do. I am so fucking tired." Caleb knelt there, naked in the hallway. Mark walked up to him and with one bare foot, lifted Caleb's testicles. He gently slapped at them with his foot.

"Get the fuck over there, now! I don't give a fuck about your problems. I owe that nasty fucker a hell of a lot of money, and if you don't do an excellent job...he'll come after me! So my ass is on the line...and so, your ASS IS ON THE LINE TOO!"

Shoulders slumped, chest heaving with resignation, Caleb went into his room and put on his gray gym shorts and his too tight tee shirt that didn't even come down to his waist, and his dirty, torn sneakers thrown out by some other student. As he came back into the hall, Mark confronted him.

"Loose the sneakers and the tee shirt!" Mark snapped, a cruel smile on his face."

"Come on, Mark, Johnson Hall is way the fuck across campus." Mark grabbed the think cotton tee shirt and ripped it from the boy's body. Caleb fought back the tears welling up in his eyes. He kicked off his shoes. Mark stepped back and sized up the slightly smaller boy. He had a nasty smile. He walked into Caleb's room and returned in a moment with a pair of scissors. Laughing like a little kid, He reached down and cut the legs of the shorts off so high that the gym shorts were turned into nothing more than a loin cloth of two flaps. Then he cut the rear flap off entirely so that Caleb's entire ass was naked.

"Please," Caleb moaned, but Mark wasn't quite finished. Now he attacked the front flap of the almost non existent loin cloth. He cut the front panel smaller and smaller until it just barely covered Caleb's dangling dick and balls. The flap now hung less than an inch longer than Caleb's dick head.

Mark cocked his head to one side. "See what happens when you don't listen to me?"

And that was how Caleb approached room 302 of Johnson Hall. The guys in the downstairs lounge and hallways had hooted and whistled when he entered. Some called him names like "Pussy Boy" and "Faggot!" Some commented on what a sweet, pretty ass he had. Caleb was already pretty shaken up. He had been stopped by a burly campus policeman while trotting across campus, but the cop had just smiled, and with his nightstick lifted the front flap of the loin cloth to show Caleb's dick and balls, and said, "Fraternity hazing stunt, huh? And the general public think we don't allow that any more!" He laughed and swatted Caleb on the bare ass with the night stick. "On your way, cocksucker!"

If only the cop had known how close to the truth his name calling was! Caleb was a cocksucker and a dicklicker and a ball tonguer, and an asshole eater! He performed oral duties on hunky young college males!

He knocked on Room 302, and then remembering how he had to behave on his own dorm floor, he sank to his knees. He made sure to keep his legs wide apart so his dick and balls behind the loin cloth hung full and free and could easily be seen. Sure he was nervous. Sure he was scared. He didn't know this guy at all. He felt like some cheap street hustling cocksucker. The door opened and Caleb almost fainted. The sight that greeted him almost knocked him over! Standing there was the biggest, most muscular black man Caleb had ever seen. The guy must have been six foot eight inches tall! His pecs were like slabs of stone with large purple nipples. His stomach was hard and rippled. He was totally naked.

His skin was very black and actually reflected the light of the hall. And his dick! Caleb doubted he could possibly duck a dick like that. It was like no dick the college boy had ever seen.

It hung over nine inches flaccid. It was as thick as caleb's wrist. Thick foreskin covered the head, and beneath gently swung two lemon sized nuts in a sack of wrinkled skin covered with short black curly hairs. The giant black man had a very handsome classic black face. He grinned, standing there with his hands on his hips, knowing he not only intimidated but also scared the hell out of Caleb.

"It's about fucking time! GO YO' MOTHERFUCKING WHITE BOY ASS IN HERE!" Caleb crawled into the room, which smelled of sweat and musk, and weed.

"Hello, Sir," Caleb said looking up at the giant. "Mark said I was to come over here and lick your dick for you!"

The black man sucked on a tooth and shook his head. "No he didn't, little white boy liar! He didn't say nothing about you licking nothing! That your idea. Maybe you wanna lick this fucking huge licorice stick of mine, huh? Maybe you want to suck the juice out from under my thick foreskin? You think you gonna get away with just licking me? Shit! You got any idea how much Mark owes me? He didn't say lick. What did he say? ANSWER ME, ASSWIPE, WHAT DID THE MAN SAY?"

Caleb trembled. He could hardly form the words. "He said...he said... whatever you wanted."

The black man smiled. One hand went down and began to play with the gargantuan fuckhose. "You know what I want? First, yeah, I let you lick my fuckmeat and my balls. I even let you lick my armpits and my ass. I bet you will love that, won't you, white boy, licking and sucking on my tight black asshole? But then...then...get ready. Cause then I am going to shove this motherfucking cuntbuster up your virgin little white asshole. Mark promised me a virgin boy!"

And that was how it began. But to hear all the painful details of cute little Caleb's first rectal fuck, you will have to wait until part Nine.

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