Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2006 20:53:52 -0600
From: Mini Tower <mini-tower@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jimmy Goes Down and Rises Up, Chapter 6

JIMMY GOES DOWN AND RISES UP

by Mini Tower

FOREWORD

      This story is fiction.  This story is copyright 2006.  This story
contains graphic sexual material, including depictions of non-consensual
homosexual sex.  I have separated this story into chapters for ease of
reading.  I will post chapters over time to build suspense (there are
fourteen chapters in total for anyone who wants to wait until all chapters
have been posted).  If you are under eighteen or it is illegal for you to
read this material in your local jurisdiction, please go elsewhere.  This
story incorporates concepts that I have read in other stories.  I am
grateful to and thank all the great authors that have inspired me to write
this story.  Any problems with this story, however, are entirely my fault.
I have published this story to share my work with others for entertainment
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CHAPTER 6

      Once most of the high school boys were fucking me, my school life
became even more complicated.  I had to go to school and attend classes,
while almost all the boys around me had put their dicks in my mouth and
ass.  In addition, most of them also had been given the honor of tanning my
butt until it was red.  No matter where I looked, people stared at me
knowing that I had been the object to their sexual release.  Even many of
the girls had seen me naked and given the opportunity to spank me or use me
in other ways.  The teasing was incessant.  After a while, I got somewhat
numb to the situation.  But every once in a while someone would say
something a certain way or even look at me a certain way, and the wave of
humiliation coursing through my body would be overwhelming.  As a teenage
boy, I could not process the emotions I was feeling.

      Many people have gone through school as an outcast.  Many people have
been picked on and even physically abused by classmates.  But how many boys
have given blow jobs to and been fucked by virtually the entire male
population of a large public high school?  How many boys were forced to let
many of the girls in his high school look at him naked, watch him being
forced to sexually service other boys and being allowed to play with and
punish his naked body?  This level of embarrassment and humiliation is
unique.  Although it was worse at first when my dick was so much smaller
than average, it did not get that much better as time went on and my size
became less atypical.  To this day I am not sure how I found the strength
to live through it.

      I had no friends during those two years of high school.  No one would
dare associate with the school's sex slave.  Although the taunting was
humiliating, most of the time I was simply ignored.  Of course, sometimes I
would be pulled into the bathroom for a quick suck or fuck.  But the risk
of getting caught was great enough that I was not forced to perform in
school very often.  Everyone knew that he would have an opportunity to get
serviced by me outside of school, so generally no one wanted to risk
exposing the situation and bringing it to an end.  Part of me hoped I would
get caught in the act with a boy in school so that I might be able to end
the horrid state of affairs.  But my fear at being exposed to adults
outweighed even this desire.

      Word started spreading among the older brothers of my classmates.
The ones that went to local colleges enjoyed paying for a day of amusement
at my expense.  The worst abusers were the frat boys.  I would often have
to service the entire frat house.  Let me explain the difference between
high school boys and college boys.  Although some guys continue to grow in
college, most guys are fully grown by sixteen or seventeen.  But that's
only an issue of height and penis size.  College is where guys start to
fill out.  I'm not saying that there weren't any muscular high school boys.
Of course there were.  But the college boys generally were much beefier
than the high school boys.

      When college boys shoved their dicks up my ass or down my throat,
they did it with a lot more force.  Riding those college cocks was a real
adventure.  Unfortunately it wasn't an adventure that I ever enjoyed.  I
hated it every time I had a penis in my mouth or up my ass.  I hated
everything I was forced to do.  The more pain I felt, the worse it was.
And college boys tended to cause me more pain, so I hated being with
college guys even more.

      The college guys also had a more developed sadistic side.  Many of
the high school boys were still in the experimental stage.  They were
trying to figure out how everything worked and what turn them on.  College
boys, on the other hand, just liked to get their rocks off.  And the worse
things were for me, the better they liked it.  I'm sure if Bobby had let
them, they would have beaten the shit out of me.

      When I had to spend a day at a frat house, I was in hell.  Well, I
was always in hell.  But hell was hotter in the frat house.  The fraternity
brothers loved for me to be a prize in one of their games.  If the event
had one degree of difficulty, the winner would get a blow job from me.  The
winner of a tougher event would get to fuck me.
  They had creative contests.  The competed on who could piss the furthest.
They competed on who could chug the most beer without coming up for air.
These examples are only a small samples of the contests that they engaged
in to determine who would get me as the prize.

      One of the most memorable contests was the fraternity that sponsored
a penis size competition.  The most popular fraternities on campus were
invited.  Anyone who attended, however, was required to participate in the
contest.  The basic rules involved prostitutes jerking off the guys'
penises until they were completely hard.  Then the penises were measured
for length.  Most of the guys knew they would not win, but they agreed to
participate to get the hand job and to watch the contest.  The prizes were:
first prize - fucking my ass; second prize - a blow job from me; and third
prize - spanking my bare bottom.  The winner measured in at seven and three
quarters inches; second place was seven and one eighth inches; and third
place was almost exactly seven inches.

      The third place winner was pissed off that he just missed getting
first or second place, so he laid into my ass with a vengeance.  He told me
to strip and then dragged me over his lap for a long hand spanking.  Then a
friend of his handed him a ping pong paddle and he beat my ass with the
paddle for about ten minutes.  The paddle made a smack, smack, smack sound
on my butt cheeks.

      Meanwhile, over a hundred frat boys were cheering him on to beat my
behind.  They chanted, "Beat his ass; beat his ass; beat his ass."  My
behind was burning when he was done, and I had tears and snot streaming
down my face.  He told me to stand up and put my hands on my head.  I stood
there for a while with my butt aching and dick on display.  Of course there
were plenty of lewd comments about my small shaven penis.  Everyone was
allowed to walk past me and give one slap to my dick and one slap to my
ass.  It took every ounce of will power to avoid breaking into hysterical
crying.

      Finally the second place winner wanted his award.  He made my lie on
my back on a table with my head hanging over the edge.  He said that this
position allowed him to really get his cock all the way into the back of my
throat.  I opened my mouth and he shoved his oversized apparatus inside.
He started fucking my mouth to chants of "Eat the meat; eat the meat; eat
the meat."  He got so far back that he cut off my oxygen supply for a time,
and I thought I would pass out.  Each time he pulled out in time before I
lost consciousness.  He bragged about how he loved having a cock big enough
to shove so far down someone's throat and how he loved the feeling of the
throat muscles massaging his weapon.  Eventually he came down my throat and
told me to flip over.  I lay on my stomach and dutifully cleaned the come
from his softening penis.

      After the second place guy pulled out, the grand prize winner said
that it was his turn.  He was a relatively short, stocky guy.  I was still
lying on the table when he came from behind me.  He grabbed my legs and
pulled me back, placing my feet on the floor.  I was standing in a bent
position, grabbing onto the end of the table.  I glanced over my shoulder
and saw him start to stroke his cock.  It started soft at about six inches
long, but in short order he had it lengthened to its full dimensions.  Then
he asked everyone to come over and spit on the end of his dick and on my
asshole.  About twenty guys took him up on the offer, and when the final
one finished, the contest winner took my ass with the lust of a sailor on
shore leave.

      I was in excruciating pain.  I had never been fucked by such a large
cock before.  When Bobby fisted me, I was stretched wider, but Bobby took
that very slowly and used a lot of lubricant.  This guy's penis was almost
as wide as Bobby's fist, and nothing that long had ever been up my ass
prior to this point in time.  He started fucking me with long hard strokes.
I was so ashamed.  I was being fucked up the ass by a big-dicked college
frat boy who was performing for a room full of other frat boys.  I couldn't
hold back anymore.  The pain and humiliation were too much for me.  I broke
down crying as the monster muscle kept pounding in and out of my rectum.
The physical and emotional torment broke me down.  The other guys noticed
that I was crying and started taunting me.

      "Look at the little sissy boy.  He is crying.  Boo hoo hoo."  I heard
one of them say.

      Another one shouted, "Hey faggot.  You are only getting what every
gay boy dreams of getting - a huge piece of frat man cock up your boy
pussy.  Those must be tears of joy."

      Those comments, and others of a similar nature, did nothing to calm
me down.  I just cried my eyes out as the guy fucking my ass kept up his
steady thrusting back and forth.  He long-dicked me for about twenty
minutes before shouting in triumph as he came in my ass.  Then he collapsed
over my back with his dick all the way inside me.  The weight of his body
trapped me against the table.  Even when his penis softened completely, it
was long enough that it did not fall out.  Finally, he yanked his cock out
with a single thrust and an audible pop.  He grabbed me and pushed me to my
knees ordering, "Clean me up, boy."

      I took his long but soft member into my mouth as a combination of our
bodily fluids leaked out my ass.  Once I was finished swallowing the
now-familiar vile concoction coating his cock, I was allowed to go to the
bathroom to clean my ass and rinse out my mouth.  I had to leave the door
open, however, and people enjoyed standing in the doorway as I tried to
pull myself together.  When I emerged from the bathroom, I saw that
sorority women had joined the party.  Everyone had redressed, except I was
required to stay naked.

      If any of the sorority members asked me why I was naked, I was
required to tell them the entire story, including the contest and the
prizes for the winners.
  The young women were allowed to touch me or spank me as much as they
wanted.  They could also make me do anything they wanted, so I was required
to beat off about five times that evening.  Each time I had to lick up my
come.  Sometimes I was allowed to come in my hands, but a couple of times
they made me lick it off the dirty floor.  I crouched down on my hand and
knees, trying to think of anything the task I was performing.  The taste of
come from a dirty floor was infinitely viler than the normal flavor.

      When I finally left the party at about five in the morning, I was an
emotional wreck.  I barely had the strength to get home and fall into bed.
After that evening, I felt the residual pain for a week.

      I was forced to attend numerous college parties after that evening.
Most of the college guys loved to fuck my face with force and push their
dicks as far down my throat as they could.  By this time, I had become
quite adept at my deep throat technique.  I could relax my throat muscles
and suppress my gag reflex like a professional.  The college guy loved to
take advantage of this skill.  Their whole bodies would smash into my face
as their dicks went down my throat.

      These guys also fucked with more force.  When they pounded me, they
really pounded me.  Usually, one of them had to hold me still so that the
force of the guy fucking me didn't push me across the room.  I begged Bobby
not to sell me to these college boys, but Bobby loved the power he felt
that he had over the college guys by having something that they wanted.
Again, it was not the money with Bobby.  His father gave him plenty of
money, and he had everything he could want.  He just liked the idea of
selling my body to other guys.

End Chapter 6
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