Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2001 08:35:12 EDT
From: Percxyz@aol.com
Subject: Dominated By Doug 15

                        Dominated by Doug

                            Chapter 15

                                by

                         Percxyz@aol.com


     Doug looked at me and gave me a sexy, cocky grin.  I knew that grin
well.  I usually saw it after Doug had finished in my mouth or ass.  At
those times it said, "I just filled you with my cum, pussyboy, and we both
know you loved it."  Right now it said, "We both know you are hot for my
dick, so get on it and I'll shoot a load down your throat."

     I stepped over to Doug and dropped to my knees on the floor in front
of him.  He was still bare chested and I drank in the dight of his taut abs
and the mounds of muscle in his chest.  I let my gaze drop, taking in the
faded blue denim of his jeans and the bulge in his crotch.  I saw he was
wearing a pair of tennis shoes without socks and just the sight of his bare
ankles, the strip of leather encircling one, made my cock throb again.  I
looked up to his face.  Doug was staring down at me, watching my reaction
to being on my knees in front of him.  I thought he would reach for his
zipper, but instead, he continued to stare at me, his hands at his sides.
I watched his hands for a second, my mouth watering at the sight of the
veins standing out along his forearms.  I wanted to lean forward and suck
his fingers, but wasn't sure what to do. I looked up at his face again.

     Doug's grin was still there.  I just waited, staring up at him.  Just
as I was about ready to beg, his right hand moved to the top of my head,
while his left unzipped his jeans.  The trail of hair running down from his
navel widened as he opened them and pulled down his boxers.  His cock was
already hard and sprang upward.  I felt his fist tighten in my hair as he
began to pull my mouth to the shiny head of his cock.  I let it slide
between my lips, tasting his salty precum.  It was a taste I had learned to
love.  I heard myself moan in pleasure and then heard Doug chuckle above
me.  In what was now a well practiced move, I let the length of his manhood
slide into my throat.  The brutal face fuck that Johnny had just given me
actually made it easier.

     Doug's chuckle turned into a sigh of pleasure as his cock sank home.
He held my head firmly, his cock soaking in my mouth.  I turned my head
upward a fraction and looked up his tight belly and chest to his face.
Doug's eyes were closed and I wondered how long I would have to hold my
breath.  I managed to move my tongue along the underside of his shaft a bit
and was rewarded when Doug's body twitched.  He slowly pulled his hips
backward, dragging his cock slowly out from between my lips.  I watched as
it appeared, amazed that I was so turned on by this stud's cock in my
mouth.  But I was in heaven, I couldn't deny it.  I wanted nothing more
than to make this man cum and taste his hot load as it spurted out of his
cock onto my tongue.  Briefly the thought went through my head that I
shouldn't be so infatuated with another man's cock, or even another male
for that matter, but I banished the thought and went back to work.
                         
     I obediently took Doug's thrust into my mouth, working my tongue as
best I could on his head and shaft.  Doug forced my lips to his pubes, then
pulled out again.  He set up a steady, but slow rhythm, leisurely filling
my mouth with his length, then leaving me empty.  I lost myself in the feel
of his cock sliding over my lips, the brief tastes of his precum as the
head of his cock slid along my tongue.  After a few minutes, Doug's slow
thrusting began to speed up, his cock taking my mouth and throat faster and
faster.  I watched the muscles in his right forearm flex as he held my head
in place and my desire for him grew even more.  I clamped my lips harder
around his shaft, milking it the way he had taught me, and heard him draw
in a breath in appreciation.  His hips moved even faster and I felt his
balls, which had been slapping against my chin, begin to draw up.  I could
tell he was about to cum and I wanted nothing more than to bring him off.

     With a loud groan, Doug began to pump his cum into my mouth.  He kept
up the movement of his hips through the first few spurts.  They hit the
roof of my mouth, shot along my tongue and down my throat.  Then he
suddenly pulled his spurting dick from my mouth.  I knelt, mouth still open
as he pumped another five large spurts onto my cheeks, forehead, eyes and
lips.  I took it like the obedient cocksucker I was, enjoying the taste of
this stud in my mouth and the warm cum dripping along my cheeks to my chin.
Finally, Doug's body relaxed and he slowly let his softening cock slide out
of my mouth.  I sat back on my heels when he released my hair, panting from
the effort.  My cock was still rock hard and my hand moved to it
involuntarily.

     "Save it, faggot!"  Doug's sharp words stopped my hand before I even
got a hold on my cock.  I looked up at him. He was slowly zipping up his
jeans, a picture of pure masculinity in front of me.  Stifling my desire to
cum in favor of my desire to make Doug happy, I let my hand drop to my
side.  Doug flashed me his superior grin "That was me marking what's mine
so that you will remember who owns you, cock, mouth and asshole.  Get it
pussyboy?"  I nodded, cum dripping onto my top lip.  I licked it off
unconsciously.  Doug smiled again.  "You really like the taste of my jizz,
don't you guy?"  I nodded again and Doug told me to get up and get cleaned
up.  I obeyed, forcing my stiff cock into my shorts and heading for the
shower.

     When I had dried and dressed, Doug told me to follow him as he pulled
on a shirt.  We left the dorm, walked to the sidewalk and turned to the
right, heading up the hill.  I tried to act nonchalant as we walked along,
but I was dying to know what Doug had in mind.  As we turned onto another
road a few blocks later, I began to get an idea.  My cock, which had
softened from the shower and the walk, began to grow again.  We were
walking along a street lined with huge homes of all kinds of styles - Frat
Row.

     Sure enough, just a few blocks later, Doug stopped on the sidewalk in
front of his frat house.  I looked at the place.  Two guys were passing a
football back and forth in the front lawn and called a greeting to Doug.
He replied and then led me to the front door.  I was having trouble pulling
my eyes away from the sight of the two frat studs.  One was shirtless and I
was enjoying the sight of his smooth pecs and his biceps flexing as he
tossed the ball.  He had a beautiful V- shaped torso and my cock, already
hard, twitched at the sight of him.  His buddy ws equally well developed,
but wearing a shirt.  Still it hung off his chest and back in a sexy way.
I forced myself to look at Doug and followed him onto the large front porch
of the frat house.  Doug opened the door and I followed him inside.

     There were several guys in a room to the right watching television.  I
was worried I was going to start drooling.  I knew that Doug's frat was
known to be a "jock" house, but I hadn't had the chance to see so many of
the studs up close before this.  Doug led me long a central hallway heading
straight back through the house to a door part way along on the left.  When
we got to it, Doug stopped and knocked.  We only waited a few seconds
before the door was opened by a dark haired stud.  He said hello to Doug,
then glanced over at me.  I saw his eyes narrow and watched as his eyes
traveled down then back up me appraisingly.  The guy stepped back and Doug
moved into the room.  I simply followed.

     We entered a large sitting room, complete with a couple of couches, a
desk, chairs and a TV.  As I looked around, I heard the guy ask with a tone
of disbelief, "Is this the guy, Doug?"

     "Sure is," Doug replied.  The guy had shut the door.

     "Damn.  He doesn't look like a cocksucker."  I felt both proud and
embarrassed.  I wasn't sure what a cocksucker was supposed to look like,
but I was glad I didn't fit the mold.  Still, to hear this complete
stranger call me a cocksucker made my face go red.  The guy saw that and
laughed at me.

     "He wasn't until he met me," Doug said.

     "Don't worry, kid.  Doug's told me all about you."  His hand dropped
to his crotch, massaging the bulge in his tight jeans.  "I got something
here that I'm sure you will like."  Watching him rub his crotch had my own
cock now completely stiff.

     "Well we can both see how much you want it, Clay," Doug said.  "Why
don't you get on your knees and show him just how good a cocksucker I've
made you?"  It was more a command than a suggestion and I knew it.  Still,
seeing this hot stud looking at me expectantly had my hormones ruling my
judgment.  I took two steps closer to the guy.  He was cleancut, his black
hair cut fairly short.  As I approached, he smiled and I was completely
lost.  My eyes locked onto his blue eyes as I sank to my knees.  I tore my
gaze from his eyes and took in what must have been two days stubble on his
face.  If anything, it made him look even sexier.  I dropped my gaze
further to his crotch which was now just a few inches from my face.  The
guy put his hands on his hips and just stood there.  I hesitated.

     "Get to it, boy!" Doug ordered.  I immediately reached for the button
of the guy's jeans.  I popped it open and pulled his shirt upwards.  This
gave me a glimpse of his abs and a thin line of dark hair which ran down
the center and disappeared into his jeans.  I wanted just to lean forward
and lick his abs, just worship his body with my tongue.  As I worked the
zipper, I did it, my tongue lapping at his slightly salty skin.  I heard
him laugh again above me.

     "Shit Doug!  This little faggot is hot for me."  I had the zipper
undone and slid his jeans down.  The boxers he was wearing were pulled
partway down as I did it.  I could feel the heat from his crotch and the
sexy musk nearly overwhelmed me.  I continued to lick at his abs while I
pulled down his boxers, then felt his cock hitting against my chin.  Not
wasting any time, I pulled my head back until the frat boy's cock stood
proudly in front of my face.  I risked a glance up at him and our eyes met
again.  He was staring at me intently.  I watched a smirk form on his lips
as I opened mine and let the head of his cock slide between them.  As I
closed my mouth around his cock head, his eyes closed in pleasure.  He
threw his head back and grabbed my head with both hands.  I tried to adjust
as his hips moved forward and he forced his cock into my mouth, then my
throat.  I tried not to choke as he sighed in pleasure.  He had a good
seven inches which were thickest just behind the ridge of his flaring head.
I got a quick taste of his precum, which in my opinion was not as good as
Doug's before he forced his cock deeper.

     I let my hands move from his hips around to his ass, feeling the
muscles clench as his drove his cock into my head.  He pulled his hips
back, dragging his cock out of my mouth, then spiked my throat again.  I
moved my hands up his back feeling his soft skin covering his tight, hard
muscles and the center line of his spine.  His body moved under my hands as
he slowly fucked my face.  He didn't seem to mind me feeling him, so I ran
my hands around his sides to his chest.  His hips were moving faster now
and the taste of his precum was filling my mouth.  My fingers explored the
ridges of his abdomen, then the mounds of his pecs.  He let out a low moan
as my fingers toyed gently with his nipples.

     "Oh fuck yeah...." he moaned.  "That's it, boy.  Suck my cock and rub
my chest.  Oh fuck yeah!  That's it.  Keep that up, cocksucker.  Ahhh!"
Before I knew it, this frat stud was unloading in my mouth.  I tasted his
salty cum as spurt after spurt shot onto my tongue.  The guy kept pumping
his dick into me, not stopping while he shot like so many guys did.
Several spurts hit the back of my throat, almost choking me.  His hands had
tightened almost painfully on my head, but with his cock filling my mouth,
there was no way for me to protest, even if I had wanted to.  So I knelt
there in this frat boy's room, sucking his cum down my throat as he fucked
my face.  Finally, his hips stopped moving and he pulled his cock out of my
mouth.  He was still rock hard.

     "Damn, this boy sucks like fucking Hoover, Doug!  I never blow a nut
that fast."

     "Yeah, I taught him right.  I've made ol' Clay here into a first class
cock slut."

     "You said he likes it up the ass?"

     "Almost as much as down the throat.  He fucking shoots his pussy wad
if you fuck him hard enough."

     "Hot damn.  You can bet I'm gonna get me some of that.  But I guess
that will have to wait for later."

     Hearing them talk about me like I was something to be used got me even
hotter than I had been with this guy's cock shooting in my mouth as Doug
watched.  My cock was leaking precum like crazy and I could feel the wet
spot forming in my shorts.  My lips still tingled from the friction of the
stud's cock pistoning in my mouth.  I suddenly realized that I didn't even
know the guy's name.  Hell, I hadn't even met the guy for thirty seconds
before I had his body in mine.  Now with his cum in my belly, he was in me
for good.  I felt my face flush, but screwed up my courage to ask.
     
     "Um.  Uh.  Doug, can I ask...  Um."  I looked up past the hard cock to
the guy's face.  "What's your name?"  He burst out laughing and I heard
Doug chuckling too.

     "So once you have a belly full of a guy's cum you want to know his
name?" he asked me.  "Kinda presumptuous, aren't you?"  I didn't know what
to say and let my eyes drop down to his feet.  Doug made the introduction.

     "Clay, I want you to meet Josh, the president of the fraternity."

     I wasn't sure what to do, being on my knees, but I put my hand up to
shake with him.  Josh gave my a grin and patted me on the head.  I let my
hand drop and it went unconsciously to my crotch.  I squeezed my cock
through my shorts as Josh petted me like a dog.  Josh pulled his jeans
closed and saw where my hand was.  "You better save that, cocksucker.
Unless you like sucking dick after you've blown a load."

     Doug spoke as I let my hand drop to my side.  "You'd be surprised,
Josh.  I've fucked his pussyboy load right out of him plenty of times and
he still is as cock crazy as ever.  He can't get enough."

     That was only partially true.  When Doug made me cum during one of the
sexual marathons he liked, there were plenty of times that I would have
preferred to just collapse on the bed and sleep, but he had trained me to
keep going to please him regardless of how I felt.  But it was true that I
was cock crazy.  For the thousandth time I wondered how he had made me
crave cock the way I did.  But then I looked at him again and the wave of
lust that washed through me wiped the thought from my mind.

     "You can be damn sure I'm gonna get some more of this.  I'd have never
thought a guy like him would be a cocksucker if I hadn't just blown my nut
in his mouth.  Fucker swallowed every drop too!  Shit, he's built well and
I guess is good looking enough.  How'd you know he was a fag, Doug?  He
make a pass at you?"

     "Hell, all I had to do was watch his eyes.  I caught him checking out
my body a couple times, so one night when I was horny I put my suspicions
to the test."  Doug looked at me.  "Took both your cherries that night.
Remember Clay?  I loved the way you whimpered like a little girl and then
even tried to fight me a little when I made you a pussyboy.  You loved it
too.  Didn't you?"  I didn't say anything.  "Well?" he demanded.

     "Yeah, Doug.  I loved it too.  I didn't think I would and it hurt at
first, but I loved it."  Admitting this in front of Josh was embarrassing,
but I didn't care.  Hell, I had just blown the guy.  This wouldn't be any
surprise to him.  Doug and Josh exchanged an amused look.

     "So," Doug said, "who did you line up?  I decided on two, myself."

     "Zach, first.  Then Rod and Sam," Josh replied.

     "The twins?"  Doug asked.  "I hadn't considered them.  You already
talked to them?"

     "Sure did."

     I wasn't exactly sure what they meant by their conversation, but was
getting an idea.  Josh's comment about sucking dick after having shot my
wad came back to me.  I was suddenly nervous.  They couldn't be planning on
having me suck off all those guys, could they?  I looked from Doug to Josh
and back to Doug.

     "Get up on your feet, cocksucker," Doug said.  I rose to my feet, and
stood there, shifting my weight from one foot to the other nervously.  Josh
did up his pants, moved to one of the couches and sat down.  He grabbed the
phone on the coffee table and dialed.  Doug moved to a chair and sat,
leaving me standing in the middle of the floor.

     "Hey, Zach.  It's Josh.  You about ready?  Yeah, I'm serious.  Get
down here and you'll see.  Yeah.  Alright.  Oh, and by the way, he does a
hell of a job!" Josh laughed.  "Of course I did!  Yeah, see ya soon."  Josh
turned and looked at me.  "Your next meal is on the way."  He and Doug both
burst out laughing.

     I didn't have to wait long.  Apparently Zach lived in the frat house.
The knock on the door came just a couple minutes later.  Josh yelled out
for Zach to come on in and the door swung open.  The guy who came in was
shorter than me, standing about five seven or five eight, but was
incredibly well built.  It looked like he had spent the past ten years in
the weight room.  Even so, he still was light on his feet and the muscle
looked natural on him, not steroid induced.  He shut the door behind him
and turned to look at me.

     "Looks normal enough," he said.  His hair was blond, though not as
light as Doug's.  He wore it kind of long but it looked good.  He walked
closer to me, still eyeing me.

     "He may look normal enough, but he is a cocksucker through and
through," Josh said.  I looked down at the floor.  Zach walked up to me and
I stared at his jean covered legs and leather loafers.  I raised my eyes
until I reached his face.  I was looking down at him.  He looked me in the
eye for a minute.

     "Strip and assume the position, Clay," Doug ordered.  I obediently
kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and shorts, then sank to my knees
as Zach's eyes widened in surprise.  I was embarrassed to be buck ass naked
in a room with three frat guys, two of whom I didn't even know and on my
knees, to boot, but there was no disobeying Doug.  Zach's look of surprise
had turned to a look of pleasure as I took the submissive position at his
feet.  Zach wore a pair of khaki shorts, white t-shirt and sandals.  He
didn't wait for me, pulling open the button of his shorts and unzipping
them.  As his cock grew towards my face, I saw he wore no underwear.  His
cock was shorter than Josh's, but fatter.  I leaned in to take him in my
mouth.

     "He's just gonna suck me right here in front of both of you?" He
asked.  "This dude has no shame."

     "No, he's just been taught to be a good little cocksucker," Doug told
him.  By then, I had taken the head of Zach's cock between my lips and
closed my mouth around it.  I heard a hissed intake of breath then Zach's
hands were on my head, guiding me down until my nose was pressed into his
pubes.

     "Damn.  He can take it all.  Fuck that feels good."

     "Take yours?"  Josh asked.  "Doug tells me the cocksucker can take him
to the root and you know how long his dick is.  This boy was just made to
suck dick.  How's it feel?"

     "Fucking great!  God! The way he uses his tongue.  He knows how to
milk a guy's rod, that's for sure.  Ohhhh, fuck yeah.  Eat my dick you
fucking faggot.  Suck my cock and make me cum.  You little shit.  Don't
even know me and you're on your knees with me skull fucking you.  Worthless
cocksucker.  Milk me!  Tighten up those lips!  Yeah, that's the way.  Eat
my dick, dude.  I wanna cum in your cocksucking mouth."

     All the talk had one effect, at least on me.  It made me hotter than
ever.  Doug had always been vocal during sex.  Sucking Josh had gone by so
quickly that I had just taken his load almost before I knew it.  But Zach
was definitely into this scene.  He wanted his cum down another guy's
throat and intended for me to know it.  I let my hands move to his hips as
I had done with Josh.
     
     "Get your fucking hands off me, faggot!" he ordered.  I immediately
dropped my hands to my sides.  "You are here to provide a hot wet hole for
my dick.  Not to feel me up like I am some toy for you to play with.  You
are the fucking toy, cocksucker.  Just like one of those blow up dolls with
the fake mouths.  Only you've got the real thing and once I've blown my
load down your throat, there won't be any washing it out.  You will just
swallow all my sperm and thank me for putting it in you.  Oh. Fuck.  Fuck!
I'm coming!!"

     I felt Zach's fingers digging into my scalp as he drove his cock deep
into my throat and held it there.  I could feel it throbbing as he pumped
his cum into me.

     "Drink it faggot.  Swallow it!" he commanded.  "Eat my fucking load,
you cocksucking bitch.  Ahhhhh yeahhhhh." The last was almost a growl of
pleasure.  I felt him relax and saw him visibly sag in front of me as the
tension left his body.  Still, he held his cock in my mouth for a few more
seconds.  Then he let it slip out, softening as it did.  As I knelt there,
looking at the part of this man which had just been inside me, Zach milked
the shaft of his cock until a large pearly drop of cum formed at the slit.
I looked up at his flushed face.

     "Lick it off, boy.  Show me what a slut you are for dick and sperm."
I licked the cum off the head of his cock and enjoyed it.  Zach zipped up
his shorts and swaggered over to the couch.  He sat down next to Josh. "So
anyone else coming to this party?"

     Josh picked up the phone again.  In a few minutes there was a knock at
the door.  To my relief, as I was still naked and on my knees, Josh asked
who it was.  Rod answered and Josh told him to come in, but don't open the
door too wide.  A slim, tall dark haired guy slipped inside, followed by
his exact double.  I felt my cock, which had been softening during the
wait, start to stiffen again.

     "Damn!" said one of the guys. "He really is here.  Shit.  I've been
looking forward to this!"

     "Me too," chimed in the other.

     They were obviously Rod and Sam.  As they talked with Josh, Doug and
Zach, I realized that they could tell them apart, but to me they looked
exactly the same.  Regardless, they were both hot men.  Well developed
jocks, which seemed to be the only type that could make it into this
fraternity.  I immediately thought soccer, just from the body type.  A bit
too muscular for swimmers, but not enough for football and too short for
basketball.  They stood about five ten or eleven, and had brown eyes to go
with their dark hair and darker complection.  Unlike Doug's tan, theirs was
just their natural coloring.  Not as dark as Johnny, but certainly not from
Sweden either.

     "No sense in waiting around," one of them said.  He stepped up in
front of me.

     "Yeah, just go for it, Sam.  He's obviously ready for it." Doug told
him.  Sam stepped up and I realized that he was the one wearing the white
shirt.  He dropped his shorts, showing hard in a pair of jockeys.  He
flipped them down and a nice seven inch cock appeared, pointing at my eye.
Sam grabbed my head and with the lust and impatience of any college age guy
shoved the head of his cock between my lips.

     "Go for it, Sammy!" I heard his brother cheering him on.  He was
definitely going for it.  Within a few seconds, he had pushed his way into
my throat.  He wasn't too thick and after what I had been through already,
he was fairly easy to take.  I heard him let out a moan above me and
twisted my head back a little.  I looked up his body.  Even encased in his
t-shirt he was a sexy guy.  Of course, the fact that his cock was filling
my mouth may have had something to do with that perception.  Still, he had
the look on his face of a confident, even arrogant, frat boy and I loved
every second.  He wasted no time, following his brother's coaching and
fucking my face hard.  I used all of the tricks that Doug had taught me,
and soon felt his body stiffening.  He wasn't a talker, like Zach, but he
was enthusiastic.  A few seconds later, he let out a loud sighing moan and
began to pump his juice into my mouth.

     "Oh shit!" he said.  "Did you want that?  I didn't mean to just cum in
your mouth!"  Doug burst out laughing.

     "He was born to swallow cum, buddy.  Fill him full.  We all have, and
Rod is waiting."

     Sam was good for a few more spurts of tasty cum.  He held his cock so
that just the head was in my mouth and finished, covering my tongue with
his salty cum.  I lapped it up with pleasure.  This guy tasted good.  Not
as good as Doug, but I was beginning to suspect that no one would ever
taste as good as Doug.  Finally finished cumming, Sam stood there with his
cock soaking in my mouth.  He was roughly pushed aside by his twin.

     "Stop hogging the cocksucker, brother.  I need to get off too!"  Rod's
jeans were open already and his cock, a match to that of his brother's,
quickly filled my mouth.  He simply stood there, not even moving his hips.
I only took a second to realize what he wanted - the old kneel and bob.  I
began to work my mouth up and down his cock, sucking it for all I was
worth.  Honestly, I was getting tired.  My jaws were aching, but Doug
wanted me to do this and I wanted to taste Rod.  To see if he tasted like
his brother.  Within four or five minutes, Rod was panting and I could tell
he was about to cum.  My skills were paying off with big dividends.  Rod
let loose with a torrent of cum, much more than his brother, but just as
tasty.  As the last spurts went down my throat, he sighed contentedly.

     Sam buttoned up his jeans and plopped down in a lazyboy. "So are we
the chosen few?"

     "No," Doug said.  "Matt will be here in a few."  He looked at his
watch.  "I told him to be here exactly at..."  There was a knock at the
door.  Doug grinned.  "There he is."

     Once again, Josh yelled and confirmed that it was Matt.  He let
himself in and stopped in his tracks after shutting the door.  His eyes
were focused on me.  I would have been embarrassed except that I was
stunned.  Matt was a guy I knew.  I had helped him on several physics
quizzes.  By helping, I mean that I kept my paper in clear view for him.
Shit, with a body like his I would have typed the answers onto his paper if
I could have figured out how.

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Author's note:

I guess I have asked for some support in the past and want to thank
everyone who has written.  I know this ends kind of in the middle, but it
was getting too long to be manageable.  Look at it this was - instead of
this being the last chapter, now there will be at least one more.  Anything
comments would be appreciated.  Thanks.