Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2000 17:31:57 EST
From: Percxyz@aol.com
Subject: Dominated by Doug 6

			     Dominated by Doug
				  Part 6
				    by
			      Percxyz@aol.com

     My Tuesday morning class had been canceled, so I got the chance to
sleep in late.  Seth had gone to his first class by the time I awoke.  It
was one of the first mornings since Doug had brought him in to double team
me that I hadn't sucked my roommate's cock for him as soon as he woke up.
I had my usual morning hard on and let my hand slip into my boxers to
stroke it.  Usually, Seth would have shaken me awake, his hard cock
pointing towards my mouth and made me suck him.  He must have been in a
hurry this morning.  I debated about jacking off.  Images of Seth's hot
body and cock ran through my mind and a flash image in my thoughts of
Doug's sexy blond face nearly got me to go for it, but I decided to hold
off.  Climbing out of bed, I grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom.
I turned on the hot water for the shower and then took care of other
business while I waited for it to get warm.
     By the time I had finished brushing my teeth, I checked the shower and
hot water was finally spraying from the shower head.  I adjusted the water
temperature, shucked off my boxers and stepped into the spray.  The warm
water felt good coursing over my muscles.  I was tight from working out the
night before.  Doug and I had spent more than two hours in the gym working
mainly on our upper bodies.  He had taken an interest in keeping me in the
best shape possible.  I knew it was for his own reasons - hell, he told me
that often enough, but I enjoyed looking good and getting stares when I
crossed campus.  Both guys and girls checked me out.  I had found that more
and more, I was checking out other guys as much, if not more, than the
chicks on campus.
     Doug had gotten yet another girlfriend the previous week, as had Seth.
While Seth had still been using my mouth most every day, Doug had been too
involved with his chick.  I had started dating a gal myself, but broke it
off after just a few days.  I had found myself having to picture Doug's hot
body in order to be able to cum while I was fucking her.  Musing over the
latest happenings, I didn't even realize that someone else had come into
the bathroom.  I nearly jumped when the curtain to the shower suddenly was
pulled to one side.  I looked behind me to see the dark, lean form of
Johnny stepping into the shower.  He gave me a quick grin, a flash of his
beautiful white teeth, and turned on the shower next to me.  With mine
already running, it warmed up almost instantly and he ducked his head under
the spray.  I took the opportunity to check out his body again.  So far, I
had only sucked him off the one time in his dorm room when Doug had decided
to show off his power over me.  Since then, Johnny had acted like nothing
had happened.  Of course, I knew that he had girls hanging off of him with
his dark latin looks and probably all of the gay guys at school had the
hots for him.
     My eyes drank in the sight of the water cascading down the dark stud's
back as he stood under the water.  He turned slightly, giving me a better
look at the front of his body.  His cock was already starting to slowly get
longer and harder.  Just the sight of it brought back mouth watering
memories of the time I had sucked him off in his dorm room.  I wanted to do
it again.  I raised my eyes up his body, taking in the dark hair which the
water from the shower had plastered to his firm chest.  It get me even
hotter.  Doug was almost completely smooth, a real contrast to the stud
standing next to me.  Suddenly, Johnny looked over at me and immediately
noticed the taking in the sight of my now fully hard cock.  I saw a grin
split his face, his white teeth gleaming in contrast to his darker skin.
My knees felt weak.
     "So, cocksucker, it looks to me like you want another taste of my
dick.  How about you get on your knees?"
     As if I had no will of my own, I felt myself sinking to my knees
between his feet, and between the spray of the two shower heads.  The small
partition running down the wall was completely out of the way as it was
more for an attempt at privacy than giving any real privacy when two guys
were showering together.  I leaned forward, putting my mouth only an inch
or so from the cock which was twitching up and down from the latin stud's
crotch in time with his pulse.  I leaned forward even more, trying to
capture the head of his prick between my lips, but Johnny stopped me by
grabbing a fistful of my hair.  He pulled backwards, forcing me to look up
at him.  My eyes met his and I felt that he was looking straight through me
and into my darkest desires.
     "Tell me what you want to do, faggot," he ordered.
     "I want to suck your cock, Sir."  I had instinctively addressed him as
Doug had taught me.  "I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of my
mouth and across my tongue, Sir.  I want to taste your hot cum when you
shoot it in my mouth, Sir."  As I spoke, the grin on his face got wider and
wider.  He still stared down at me, his eyes drilling into mine.
     "Open your mouth!"
     I quickly obeyed and Johnny stepped a bit forward, letting the head of
his cock pass between my lips.  I moaned around the silky, hot skin as it
sank deeper and deeper into my mouth, then my throat.  Johnny didn't stop
his forward movement until I felt his pubes tickling my nose.  By then I
would have been choking on his cock, had Doug not taught me how to deep
throat men's cocks.  When he was all the way in, Johnny stopped.
     "You like my cock soaking in your craw, boy?  You like being my
cocksucker?  Doug tells me that you are the best, and after the last time
you blew me, I think he may be right.  You are gonna show me how good you
are now.  Johnny released his grip on my hair, still looking me in the eye.
     "Get to work, faggot!  Suck my cock and make me cum!"
     I immediately began to try to give this hot lean latin stud as much
pleasure as I could.  I bobbed my head, up and down the shaft, taking it
completely, then pulling back to the head.  When there, I ran my tongue
around the head of his cock, enjoying both the taste of the precum that I
was lapping up and the way Johnny's entire body twitched from the
stimulation.  I kept this up for several minutes, completely forgetting
where we were.  Johnny had grabbed my head and forced it completely down
the length of his cock when we both heard a door open.
     It being the day and time that it was, we were both surprised that any
of the guys were still around.  Doug took a firm grip on my head and slowly
pulled my head up his cock, then pushed it down again.  The sucking noises
which had sounded so loud just seconds before, were now almost non existent
as I tightened my lips around his shaft.  I carefully kept the suction
tight to minimize the noise.  I didn't know who had entered the bathroom,
but as there were still four suite mates who didn't know what Doug had made
me into, I didn't want to take chances.  We heard the toilet flush and the
water in the sink start to run.  Johnny kept my mouth moving slowly up an
down his cock.
     The submission to Johnny had already gotten me extremely excited and I
was submissively stroking my cock like a lowly faggot while Johnny used my
mouth, but the added anxiety and fear of being discovered by one of the
other guys was too much for me.  Whimpering slightly around the thick meat
in my mouth, I shot my own load onto the shower floor, where the swirling
water quickly carried it away.  I guess the excitement of another dude just
a few feet away as he got blown by his jock dorm buddy was also enough for
Johnny.  I still had my head tilted upward and watched as his chest
expanded and he clenched his teeth.  With a muffled moan, he came, his cock
throbbing in my mouth and his cum pumping down my throat.  Johnny's body
was rigid with the force of his orgasm, and I took the opportunity to run
my hands up from his ankles to his muscular chest as he came.  Unlike Doug,
he didn't forbid my feeling his body.  I reveled in the feel of his taut
muscles, the hair on his shins, the feel of his abs contracting as he shot
his load in my mouth and the strong muscles in his back and chest.  All too
soon, he was finished.  Johnny pulled his cock back until just the head was
in my mouth.
     "Get every drop out, faggot," he whispered.  I reached up and stroked
his cock, milking the last of his cum out and causing him to twitch again.
A thick drop of cum landed on my tongue before he finally pulled out of my
mouth.  I stayed on my knees looking up at the hot, dark skinned stud,
until he turned again into the shower.
     "Hey you guys, hurry up!  I need to shower too and class is in 15
minutes!"  The voice yelling was that of Craig.  I quickly scrambled back
to my feet and ducked my head under the spray.  My cock had deflated with
the scare Craig's voice had given me.  I noticed that Johnny was soft as
well.  That ended up to be good, because only 10 seconds later, Craig
opened the curtain halfway and told us again to hurry up and get finished.
I quickly rinsed off and left the shower.  Wrapping my towel around my
waist, I slipped back into my dorm room and shut the door.  I sat on my
bed.
     Thinking about what had happened in the shower got my cock stiff
again.  It was almost more public in the way events had progressed than the
bookstore or the library.  If Craig had pulled the curtain aside just a
moment earlier, he would have caught me on my knees with Johnny's hard
latin cock between my lips.  He might have even caught me as Johnny was
shooting his load into my mouth.  Surprising me, the thought got my cock
rock hard immediately.  Unable to control my own sexual desires, I jacked
myself off on my bed with a pair of Seth's underwear heaped across my face
until I came again.  I caught my load in my hand and licked it up as Doug
always insisted that I do.

                         ****************

     My first class that Tuesday was sociology.  Being a core class, one
that all students had to take, it was crowded.  There were more than 200
other students in just that class.  I was bored by the subject.  I had
taken sociology in high school and all the professor was doing was covering
material I already knew.  I settled back in my chair and let my mind
wander.  Almost immediately, the memory of sucking Johnny for the second
time was in my mind.  I could feel my cock stirring so I made an effort to
shift my thoughts to something less provocative.  By concentrating on my
sociology text, I was able to bring my cock under control by the end of
class.  When the professor dismissed us, I stood and waited for the crowd
to thin before trying to leave.  As I made my way to the aisle, watching my
step, I didn't even see that there was someone blocking my way.  I reached
the end of the row and saw the pair of leather loafers pointing towards me.
Surprised, I looked up.
     The face I saw brought back a flood of memories.  The bookstore.  How
sore my knees were.  The feel of this young man's thick cock in my mouth
and the taste of his cum.  I felt myself blushing and dropped my eyes back
to the floor.
     "I've watched you the last four times we had class."  He paused, then
added "cocksucker." in a low voice.  "I've been wanting to ride you again,
mouth at least.  Let's go to my place and I will teach you some new tricks,
doggie."
     I didn't know what to say or do.  Here was the hot, muscular stud that
I had sucked off in the bookstore, only a foot or two away from me, wanting
me to service him again.  He turned and began to walk away up the steps to
the hallway.  He didn't even look back, but somehow knew I was following
him.  It was if I had no will of my own, but had to obey him.  I admired
the firm mounds of his ass as I followed him up the steps.  I wondered
briefly what it would be like to slide my cock between his tight buns, but
knew that was very unlikely.  My cock was straining in my jeans from the
sight.  When we reached the hall, he turned and I was just a step behind
him.
     "Good boy," he said in the nearly empty hall.  "I knew you'd obey."
My dorm is across the street.  We'll go there and see how many tricks
you've been taught, doggie."
     Not waiting for an answer or comment, he turned again and led me out
of the building.  I followed him across the street and into his dorm
complex.  After three flights of stairs, he stopped at a door, produced a
key and unlocked it.  He led me into a dorm room not unlike my own.
However, instead of four rooms surrounding one bathroom, his room was on
one large level that shared a large community bathroom with 20 or more
other rooms.  I followed him in and he shut and locked the door behind us.
     "I'd been hoping to run into you again, cocksucker.  I kept waiting
for you to see me in class, but you never looked back my way.  You did such
a good job that other night that I decided to make sure you knew I was
there today.  I want to fuck your face again.  Plus I want to do a lot
more.  You got a virgin ass?"  He looked directly at me, expecting, even
demanding, an answer to this very personal question.
     Embarrassed and humiliated, I told him that I wasn't a virgin.
     "That's not what I asked, boy," he snapped.  "I asked if you have a
virgin ass.  I figure you've probably fucked some chicks, but has any guy
busted you open?"
     Blushing in even greater embarrassment and dropping my eyes to stare
at his shoes, I mumbled, "My ass isn't virgin."
     He laughed.  "Didn't really think it was, judging by how good you suck
cock, but I wanted to hear you admit it.  How many guys have fucked you?
For how long?  You been taking it up the ass from your buddies since high
school?  I can just picture you as a high school freshman in a locker room,
with a senior stud pinning you to a bench and pounding your pussy like it's
a toy.  Or maybe making you bend over in the shower and grab your ankles
while the other men watched."
     Stuttering with humiliation, I told him about Doug and how he had
started having me suck him and more.  I didn't tell him about the other
guys.  The guy listened with a growing smile on his lips.
     "Sounds like you met a man who knows how to get what he wants and has
been training you right.  That's good.  You won't have any trouble in
giving up your ass to me then.  I like to fuck guys like you.  You're good
looking, you've got a good body.  The chicks all probably dig you, but we
both know what you really want.  Working out has given ya plenty of
muscles, but you bend over for real men like me and this Doug guy.  I'm
gonna ream you out hard boy.  Whaddya think about that?"
     "I...I'd like that.....Sir." I finally said.
     "Sir?"  The guy chuckled, clearly enjoying his advantage.  "This Doug
really has been teaching you right.  Well, I'm gonna add to your lessons.
I've been bagging fuckboys like you since I was 15, and you're gonna beg me
never to take my dick outta your ass.  I can't wait to watch your face when
I slide inside.  But first we need to get me lubed up.  Unless you want to
take it dry.  You ready for that?"  I shook my head no.  "Then why don't
you strip, then you can undress me."
     I began to pull off my clothes, folding them and setting them on a
chair.  My shirt and t- shirt went first and when my chest was exposed, the
guy let out an appreciative whistle.  "Nice chest, dude.  I can tell you
take care of your body."
     I continued stripping, kicking off my tennis shoes and pulling off my
socks.  Then I unbuttoned my 501's and slid them down to my ankles.  I
stepped out of them and folded them on top of my shirt on the chair and
then slid off my boxers.  I never even thought about not obeying this hot
young man.  Doug had instilled in me the desire to obey, to submit to any
dominant male.  Also, I wanted another chance to suck him.  My hard cock
sprang up against my belly, already starting to leak a bit of precum.  The
guy was still in his clothes: a pair of khakis, loafers and a button down
blue shirt.  When he ordered me to strip him, I screwed up my courage for a
question.
     "Please, Sir.  May I ask your name?"
     The guy grinned at me for a minute.  "Yeah, I guess you don't even
know my name, do you?"
     "No, Sir," I replied.
     "Well, Clay, I found out yours by checking the seating chart in class.
My name is Lyle.  Now you know the name of the guy whose cum you digested
not too long ago and who is a part of you forever.  And I plan to add a lot
to the cum you've already taken.  Now strip me, boy!"  The last was said
with some force as Lyle took command again of me and the situation.
     I reached out and began to unbutton Lyle's shirt.  He wore no
undershirt and as the buttons were undone, I could see his chest appearing
between the sides of the cotton.  Lyle was a total stud, but in a very
natural way.  He didn't have the surfer type look which Doug commanded, nor
was he the bodybuilder type.  After looking at him for a minute or two, I
realized that I liked him, his body and his style, because it was a laid
back ordinary style.  This was a man who knew he looked good but didn't
make an issue of it.
     After the shirt, I undid his belt and he kicked off the khakis.  Now
he stood before me in just socks and boxers.  I could see that he was
already hard and I wanted to feel his dick in my mouth again.  Lyle wasted
no time.  He stripped off his boxers and socks and stepped up to me.  Lyle
was a few inches shorter than me, but still was the man in control.  I knew
that in a test of muscle and strength, I could best him, but his will
seemed to just overpower mine.  I felt his hand caress my cheek and thought
that he wanted to be gentle, then he forced two fingers into my mouth.  I
sucked at them greedily, watching the pleased expression on his face as I
submitted to this indignity.  After about a minute, he pulled his fingers
from my mouth, moved his hand to the back of my head and pulled my mouth
down to his.  I felt his lips on mine and my mind reeled.  Then his tongue
played across my lips, then slid inside.  I meekly accepted his exploration
of my mouth with his tongue.  The young man tasted good.
     We kissed for several minutes, and as we did, he slowly backed me to
the bed.  The back of my legs hit the side of the bed and he forced me down
onto it, on my back.  I felt his cock rubbing against mine as he humped my
body, forcing his cock against me, rubbing me with it.  I heard myself
moaning in pleasure.  Suddenly he broke the kiss, pulling his face away
from mine.  I looked up at him, full of lust.  His face was a mask of the
same.  Straddling my body, he moved up onto his knees until his cock was
just inches from my mouth.  I looked at the familiar shape of his long
shaft and round cockhead, remembering the way it slid through the glory
hole in the bookstore.  Once again, Lyle wasted no time.  He placed the
head against my lips and used the force of his muscular frame to slide it
between my willing lips.  The tangy sweet taste of his precum filled my
mouth as the head of his leaking cock slid across my tongue.  Lyle
immediately set a rough fast pace.  He truly fucked my mouth, showing my no
mercy, as Doug had done several times.  It seemed that in almost no time,
Lyle shuddered and gasped, his muscles tensing as he pumped his sperm into
my mouth and throat.  I had been stroking my own cock, but was not yet
close to cumming.  Yanking his still hard sock from my mouth, Lyle moved
back down my body and grabbed my legs.  He pushed them up, nearly folding
me in half.
     "I'm gonna fuck you now, bitchboy.  Gonna ram my cock up your tight
hole and show you how a real man fucks!"
     My mind still trying to take in all the sensations this teenager was
giving me, I managed to gasp, "Don't you want to slow down?"
     "Don't question me, faggot!" he demanded.  "My roomie will be home
soon and I want to plant another load in you before he gets here.  And I
haven't used our pussy yet."
     "I'm sorry, Sir.  I understand.  You don't want him to know."
     "You don't understand shit, faggot.  So don't presume to know my mind.
I bagged him fifteen minutes after we moved in together.  Busted his cherry
on his own bed before he ever even slept in it.  I just don't feel like a
threeway right now."  With that said, his cock, lubed by my spit and his
precum found my hole and stabbed inside.  It hurt like hell, but he clamped
a hand over my mouth to muffle my shout.
     "Take it faggot!  Just take it!  We both know this is what you want
and we both know I'm not the first man here.  So just keep quiet and take
my fuck like the cock-loving punk that you are!"  His eyes drilled into
mine seeming to fuck me even as his cock was doing.
     Just as he had done in my mouth, Lyle immediately began to pound my
ass.  The friction was incredible as he pistoned in and out like a demon.
     "Yeah, I like a pussyboy who can take it hard and rough, especially a
well built guy like you.  Those little fairy, feminine guys don't do
anything for me.  But to take you, a well built guy who should be a man,
could be a man, but takes cock like a whore is the absolute best!  I'm
getting close, you fucking faggot piece of shit.  Gonna fill your little
boy pussy with my hot cum!  Oh fuck yeah!  Not much longer now.  Lyle
placed his hands on my shoulders, pinning my body to the bed.  I was pinned
by his arms and hands and nailed by his cock.  I was also loving it.  With
a growl that could have been an animal's, I felt his cock expand as he
began to shoot his load.  I moaned loudly, wanting to cum along with him,
but unable to reach my cock with his taut belly against mine as he rutted
in me.  Lyle gave me four more hard thrusts, then held his cock deep inside
me.  He collapsed onto me.  I could feel his pounding heartbeat from his
chest against my chest as well as through his cock, still buried inside me.
He was panting and his hot breath rushed past my ear again and again as we
lay there, cheek to cheek.
     Suddenly he pulled out of me and stood up.  Grabbing my clothes from
the floor he threw them to me.
     "Get dressed, faggot!" he ordered.  I complied without comment.  As I
did so, he grabbed a towel and wetted it in a sink in one corner of the
room which I had not noticed.  He cleaned himself up and slipped his boxers
back on.  He looked so sexy with his hair dampened with sweat, beads of it
on his chest and forehead and the hair on his chest matted, that I stopped
dressing for a moment, enjoying the sight of his tough masculine beauty.
Lyle noticed and posed for me for a few seconds, showing off his body.  My
cock, still rock hard, was desperate for relief, but it appeared that I
would get no satisfaction in this room.
     "Hurry up!" Lyle ordered again.  I quickly finished dressing and
stood.  Lyle stepped up to me again and grabbed my wrist.  He forced my
hand to his crotch.  I could feel his cock, still hard, even after having
shot two loads.
     "You want more of this?  You liked getting it hard and rough, didn't
you?"
     I could only nod in agreement.
     "Fine then.  Here is my number.  I am always horny.  Call me when you
need a man inside you, pussyboy.  Now get out of here."
     Lyle opened the door, and, full of his cum, I left his room.  I walked
a bit down the hall towards the stairwell, then leaned against the wall to
catch my breath my ass twithcing from the rough fuck Lyle had thrown into
me.  As I leaned there, a good looking sandy brown haired guy passed me.
He didn't even look at me as he walked down the hall.  I followed his lithe
form with my eyes.  He reached Lyle's room, produced a key and let himself
inside the room.  I realized that we had finished just in time.  Wiping the
sweat from my forehead, I made my way out of the dorm, heading back to my
own room.  I had to at least jerk off after all that had happened in the
last few hours.


                      **********************

     My jack off plans were not to be.  As I got to my street, I saw Doug
headed back to the dorm.  He reached the corner of the building that led to
the entrance to his room and stopped, obviously waiting for me.  As I got
close, he told me to follow him.  As always, just the sight of his hot
body, and the sexy dominant demeanor he projected, had me too excited to do
anything but obey.  He led me to his room and locked the door behind us.
     "So, Johnny tells me you've gotten better with your mouth.  I am glad
you are learning, bitch."  I felt myself blush.  "I am ready for some
action too.  I feel the need to get off and you are the most readily
available piece of ass around.  So, why don't you strip?"  He framed it as
a question, but I knew it was an order.  I quickly shed my clothes.  Doug
looked at me with a strange expression on his face, which quickly changed
to amusement.
     "Jesus, what a slut you are.  You smell like cum and sweat, boy.
Since Johnny told me you sucked him in the shower, you must have found
another guy to service.  I know Seth is in class so it had to be another
guy.  Who was it, faggot?  Who did you let fuck you?"
     I summarized what had happened with Lyle, and Doug laughed.  "Well,
you have met another real man, boy.  Go take a shower.  Since you seem to
like variety, we will have to see what can be arranged to keep you
satisfied."
     Unsure of what he meant, I went to my room, got my towel and headed to
the showers.  I took some extra time, getting myself extra clean for the
teenage man whom I considered my sexual master.  I shut off the water after
a good ten to fifteen minutes and grabbed my towel.  As I dried myself, I
heard Doug calling to me.  He told me to come straight to his room.
Somewhat embarrassed that one of the guys who didn't know what was going on
may have heard, I obeyed immediately, wrapping my towel around my trim
waist.  I expected Doug would be more than ready for action, having waited
for me to clean myself, but the sight in his room surprised me.  Sitting on
two chairs were two other young men!  I stood in front of them, with only a
towel around my waist.  While I had spent plenty of time in locker rooms
around other guys in a towel, I knew that Doug had called them and that he
planned for me to service them both.  I felt my cock start to harden.  Doug
was laying on his bed.  He wore only a pair of cotton football shorts and
obviously no underwear or jock.  His half hard cock was clearly visible
through the shorts.
     "I want you to meet Keith and David.  Guys, this is Clay, the
cocksucker I told you about.  Clay, these are two of my pledge brothers.
All of us are horny and I promised them the best blowjobs, among other
things, that they have ever had.  Doug quickly sat up and pulled at my
towel causing it to fall to the floor.  My cock sprang to attention.  All
three guys laughed at me as they saw my condition.
     "See, fellas?  I told you he's hot for cock, mine especially, but also
for other dude's dicks too.  Hell, he's already had two guys today.  Now
the faggot is our toy to play with and as I told you, anything goes and I
mean anything."  Doug stood up and slipped his shorts down to his ankles.
The cock I knew and loved so well was now only a foot or so from me.  As I
watched in shock, the other two guys also began to strip.  I wanted to bolt
from the room, but the sight of Doug, naked, his cock hard, kept me rooted
to the spot.  I would do anything for more of him.  Unsure what would
happen I watched the two young men strip.


Author's note: I have been asked to keep the series going by several
readers.  Without their encouragement, I would not have continued with this
episode.  Any comments are appreciated.  Any suggestions are certainly
welcome, though I plan to continue this pretty much as it occurred.
Anyway, thanks for all the positive responses and if you want more, please
let me know.