Again, the guy with poor aim obeyed and started to lick his cum out of our leader’s feet. This scene, I have to admit, helped me achieving a good hard on. It also helped some of my other comrades as a few of them cummed at this instant. A friendly fire touched my forearm, the black guy who had just shot on me was cumming like a fucking geyser. I did not force him to lick it out of me though.
After a few minutes, the guys who had already cummed started to laugh and joke around, betting on their horses: Who would be the last one to cum?
I looked a X. He was enjoying his time, smirking and making some comments about his big balls being full. He seemed able to fully control whenever he wanted to cum and was casually looking at the 5 other remaining guys in the “competition”.
This pressure did not help me and I had to gather my thoughts again to my favorite lesbian scene to maintain my erection. Two other guys cummed in front of me. The bread was now fully covered in a thick white substance, gathering the sperm of no less than seven men.
After less than a minute, one other guy cummed. He did not have much jizz and X made fun of him, encouraging the other guys to do the same “how many times did you jerk off today to have so little milk left in your tank?”. Still, he was now an official guest to the week-end sexcapade.
While he was mocking him, I started to think of what X could do to that poor guy, making him suck his feet, his ass, forcing him to eat the bread. Those fantasies helped me get my juice coming. I felt the sensation of excitement growing on me. I knew that I was getting ready. Sadly, it was already too late. The 9th guy loaded his cum on the bread, this time a very large and thick amount, and only X and I were remaining in the game.
From this point on, I knew that I was screwed.
I looked at X’s enormous dick, his two hands were far from sufficient to cover the entire surface of his foreskin. He smiled at me as he blasted his huge load effortlessly on the unrecognizable piece of bread, I cummed too but it was a few seconds too late.
It took me a while to realize the tricky (and messy) situation I had put myself in.
When the fact that I had lost slowly sunk on me, I really thought it would be impossible to do. I could not go through with it and eat that moistly disgusting piece of bread. In a million years. Who would do that? No one!
I pleaded my case to X, I really wanted to go to the sex party that week-end. I knew the girls who would be there, I had already dreamt of fucking one of them. I had cummed watching them on my phone.
X told me that of course I could come, but the rules were clear. I needed to eat my lunch first. I needed those proteins to join the “real men” who were able to cum on command. I had cummed too but this did not seem to matter.
The other guys started encouraging me, laughing loudly and screaming I was a pussy if I did not eat it. Some said “it’s good for your health!” “it’s the rule of the game” “you will regret it if you miss all the fun this week-end!”
Peer pressured, I reached down to pick up the piece of bread as if someone else was controlling my hand. Only touching it almost made me puke. I took a step back.
X left me no choice though, he suddenly pushed me down holding my neck in his large hand, and a second later, I had my face pressed against the disgusting piece of bread. I could smell the strong odor of semen, I could feel the bread sticking against my cheeks, some of the cum was sliding down my face to my chin and neck.
I know what needs to be done this kind of situation. It was a battle for power, to gain respect. You cannot submit, you cannot be a pussy. Either you fight back and punch the bully, it was impossible here, either you show what you are made of, you take control, in this case, it meant putting the fucking soaking bread in my mouth and eat it.
I did it.
Tired of being forced towards it, I pushed X’s arm and took the bread in my hand. Cum leaked through my fingers as I smashed it in my palm. I then put the whole thing in my mouth in one go, ate it, and swallowed it as best as I could. The taste was awful. The disgusting and shock looks of my teammates worse. I pushed it through my throat.
In a way, I felt some kind of power, purposely looking in the eyes of the men who just cummed: I was eating their semen, absorbing their DNA, their beings, their energy.
However, a few seconds later, I could no longer breathe properly. There was just too much cum. I was choking as I felt the spongy liquid stuck in my throat. 11 horny college men had jizzed. Bubbles formed in my full mouth. I swallowed some more. I felt sick to my stomach. I coughed. I felt dizzy.
I kept on pushing through, feeling jizz between my teeth. The other guys were not laughing anymore. I held it as much as I could but at some point, I puked. A mixture of saliva, bread, and cum was now on the floor. There were some applauses and more disgusted faces. 24 hours later, I still can feel the taste of their cum inside of me.
I don’t know what came on to X, I guess he needed to show that he was still the leader, still the one who was not afraid of anything. He got himself on his knees, looked all of us in defiance, bent towards the liquid I had just puked on the floor and licked it. He then proceeded to eat it all.
I was shook! Was there anything off limit for X?
The guys cheerfully applauded at that point and the decision was rendered: I was admitted to the sex party which will happen next week-end and the Bread Game was to become one of our new games post training.
To be very transparent, I’m not bothered because this was a “traumatic” experience. I’m not here to be a pussy, to cry out that “the other guys were mean”. I had fully accepted the rules of the game. Anybody else who would have cummed last would have eaten the fucking bread. This time it was me but a lot of times, others guys were the victims of the hazing. It was only fair in a College fraternity.
The thing I am bothered with has more to with the fact that it WAS NOT a traumatic experience. When I think about it now, I am questioning if I may have liked it… I sure loved the dominance X was showing off. He is so sure of himself, of his manhood, that he can lick cum out of the fucking floor and still call himself an Alpha Male.
Above all, I am disturbed that I was willing to do such disgusting things only to get the chance to participate in an orgy. Am I really capable of eating loads of sperm in front of my teammates just to fuck a girl in the ass? It seems that I am! When they say you learn a lot about yourself during College years, I just did not think I would learn that about myself.
I’m afraid that if I go to this party, it will be my finale step into the kinky world of X and I don’t know how I could ever back to normal after that. At the same time, there is no way in hell I won’t go, I want to deepthroat that Pornstar until she cries her eyes out!
WHAT SHOULD I DO?
I am sorry if my story is confusing. I am confused myself. I’d just like to have some of your opinions… Guys, is this normal? Am I normal?
Thank you for a great story! I hope you continue!