straighthell-stories:They’dbeen playing ‘Spin the Bitch’ for hours. They had him on his back, hisle
straighthell-stories:They’dbeen playing ‘Spin the Bitch’ for hours. They had him on his back, hislegs pulled up tightly against his chest, and whenever one of them finishedwith him, they’d give a sharp tug to one of his legs and he’d spin around onthe slick floor. Whoever his now gaping and leaking pussy ended in frontof got to fuck him next. Of course, if you play the game long enough,every guy will eventually get his chance to fuck the bitch but the game adds acertain element of playful suspense to what would otherwise be just a simplegangbang. The ‘Bitch,’ though, seldom saw the humor in any of this. But, then again, who cared about the ‘Bitch?’Today’s ‘Bitch’ - StuartRollins was his name, at least on his ID - had been snagged by a couple of thebros in a local bar last night. They brought him home, drunk as a skunk,and spent the rest of the night tag-teaming his pussy. The boy had madeall the usual claims about how he was straight and how he didn’t want to befucked and how it hurt so much when they stuck their hard dicks up hisboypussy, but they didn’t pay him any mind. After all, any fagboy had toexpect a little pain when we was afforded the privilege of servicing well-hungcollege studs. Besides, how straight could he be when he woke up in themorning leaking six loads of ball-slime from his now well-broken-in boycunt.In the morning, refreshed fromthe little sleep they had managed to work in just before dawn, the two brosgave the new “Bitch” his morning cunting and then brought him downstairsand introduced him to the whole house. They’d been playing ‘Spin theBitch’ ever since. Given that it was Sunday and they all had classes thenext day, they’d have to let the “Bitch” go sometime later tonight. But everybody in the frat really enjoyed the game and they weren’t anxious tohave it end any time soon.Of course, when theyfinally did call it quits and let Stuart leave, they’d invite the boy to comeback next weekend for another game of ‘Spin the Bitch.’ And the thing was, younever knew what the boy might say. He might actually agree to do it. More thanone supposedly straight jockboy they’d played the game with had gottenpositively addicted to it; more than one of the college stud-puppies they’dlured over to the house had discovered that he really did have a fuck-cuntbetween his legs - a hole just made to be stuffed with hard dick, a hole that,once having been fed, was hungry for cock, insatiable in its need to be filledby load after load of hot college-boy jizz. Two of theseex-players, in fact, were full-time frat fuck-bitches now. Of course, after acouple of years their pussies had been so battered and stretched by all thecollege-boy cock they’d taken that it was hardly worthwhile fucking theirholes, but they were rented out most every night to dudes who didn’t haveaccess to really prime college-boy pussy like the frat bros did. And, seeinghow these two fuck-bitches managed to keep the frat in beer all year long withthe money their pussies brought in, most of the bros were willing to give thema pity-fuck every now and then, though usually they’d pair up and DP them sincethat was pretty much the only way to really enjoy their boytwats after all theuse they’d seen.Whether or not Stuart Rollinswould be returning next weekend, they’d just have to wait and see. Mostlikely, he’d be like the majority of college jocks they played ‘Spin theBitch’ with - so embarrassed and humiliated by what had happened to him thathe’d cringe in shame every time he walked down fraternity row and it would be along time before he could muster up the courage to even visit one of thenumerous bars that surrounded the campus for fear of running into one of thecountless dudes who had fucked him during the game. In a very real sense,though, the frat was providing an important education for the college jocksthey picked up and played ‘Spin the Bitch’ with. They were teachingthem the dangers of getting shit-faced drunk and that it wasn’t just the coedswho could be taken advantage of when that happened. It was a lesson mostof the boys who played the ‘Bitch’ would remember for the rest of theirlives. It was a lesson most of them would never be able to forget. No matter how hard they tried. -- source link