The downward spiral of a fag
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I don’t think that my fag roommate Goeff set out to be the freshman class whore, but I knew from the first day on campus that the fag was not a virgin when it came to sucking cock. And it was clear, after only a few days that the fag really worshiped me and would do most anything to please me, once he understood that pleasing me was the road to getting at my cock.
So, there was potential there. And to be honest, the possibility of taking over the fags life and turning the fag into a cock-hound and cum-whore was making me fucking hard, It was a gradual process. Well not so gradual, but incremental. Things moved pretty fast. I wrote the other day about our suite-mate Jeff discovering me drilling the fag’s ass in the shower, and how before the day was out, Jeff also was fucking the fag. i quickly brought Jeff’s roommate, our other suite-mate into the action. Two weeks into the semester, the fag was servicing three men, and loving every minute of it..
Then, even though baseball season was in the Spring, the guys on the baseball team still had to work out every day. So I started bringing a couple of guys from the team back to the room after practice. My fag learned quickly, that he better be there in the room and prepared to service man cock when our workouts were over, so the fag started skipping his chemistry lab just to make sure he was prepared and available for our use. Then I could see that a couple of the guys on the team were probably going to have trouble maintaining academic eligibility, so I sent the fag to their classes, to take notes for them and ultimately, to take exams for them. That meant that the fag had to skip even more of his classes, but the fag was learning that he was not there to advance his own education. He was there for another, more immediate purpose.
Other guys who worked out with us at the gym learned of the fag and his service to freshmen mankind and started coming over. to be serviced. I made it clear to the fag what my expectations were. I took great joy in spreading the word among my friends about my creation and the fag developed a reputation around campus. The bitch couldn’t go anywhere without being called upon to service cock. A jock would encounter the fag in the library and pull him into the men’s room to have his dick sucked. The fag would get pulled out of line at the coffee shop in the student center so he could give head to some guy he didn’t even know. But he did so willingly because he knew that if he refused, word would get back to me and that I would be fucking pissed. And I kept bringing guys around to our room. In addition to all that cock sucking, by the end of the semester, the fag was getting fucked maybe 5-6 times a day (and not by me. I was no longer interested in fucking that loose hole). But the fag never gave up on trying to please me and to win my cock back into his life.
By the end of the first semester, the fag was constantly walking around in a daze, with cum dripping from his ass and half the time with a cock in his mouth. He was the freshman class whore – and on academic probation to boot. But as I mentioned, by this time it was clear to the fag that he was not at university to learn; that he had a different purpose. It was easy to finish the bitch off in the second semester. I pledged a fraternity and introduced my frat brothers to the whore living in my dorm room. The rest is history. By the end of the freshman year, fag Goeff was kicked out of school, an academic failure. i never saw or heard from the bitch again. .
