Seeking comfort with Brandon

As I left Jamie's dorm I walked aimlessly, consumed by my own thoughts and feelings of self contempt. I didn't even realize where my legs where taking me until I found myself standing outside the frat house. A frat brother I barely recognized opened the door and let me in without any comments. I found Brandon sitting in the living room with a group of his friends. Their chatter died down as they saw me approaching.

"You want something?" Brandon said with the supreme confidence of his.

"I need you," I managed to verbalize, lost in a daze as I was.

"I know you do," he said with a smirk. "But what makes you think you can come in and demand my attention?"

"Please?"

"Come over here. Kneel in front of me."

I was keenly aware of all the eyes on me as I obeyed.

"Beg me."

"Please use me sir," I said looking down at his feet. "Please break me and make me forget everything but your cock."

"Show me you can deep throat me without any help and I'll consider it."

Without hesitation I leaned forward and opened his fly. Reaching into his pants, I pulled out his already semi-erect cock. I eagerly swallowed it and started sucking.

"Shit man," one of his friends said. "You really got her trained. Wait, isn't that the bitch who chewed you out in front of the entire house?"

"Answer him," Brandon commanded.

I tried to sit straight in order to speak, but Brandon's hand on the back of my head stopped me.

"Don't stop what you're doing," he added.

"Yesh Ah am," I managed to get out even with my mouth was filled with cock.

"You're a feminist, right?"

"Yesh."

"Seems like Brandon was correct about you all being sluts then."

"Yesh, Ahm a shlot."

"What?"

"She says I helped her discover her true nature."

I nodded as I continued my efforts to take all of Brandon's cock down my throat. I had done so before, but only with Brandon's strong grip helping me get across the finish line. Now I was determined to do it on my own. My head bobbed up and down, taking more and more, getting closer and closer to my target. I tried to relax my throat and ignore my gag reflex as I took him in. I **** myself down and stayed there until I had to come up for air. My world was reduced to worshiping the magnificent manhood I had in my mouth. All other thoughts dissipated as I was lost in a cocksucking trance.

"Good slut," I heard Brandon say, pulling me back to reality. I realized my nose was touching his lower belly. I had done it! As he pulled me off his dick, I gave him a wet sloppy smile of pure joy.

"Let's go upstairs," he said and picked me up in a fireman carry.

He dumped me on his bed and casually stripped down. Then he grabbed me by my hair and I had my mouth full of cock again. When I had given him blowjobs previously, he had trained me to take his cock. This time he was intent only on using me. Holding me with an iron grip, he facefucked me mercilessly.

"You want me to break you?" he said. "Guess you're my cock-sleeve for the night."

He gave me what I wanted. Thoughts of Jamie were swept aside by the throatfucking of a lifetime. He truly made me feel like an object. Like a hole for him to use and **** as he wanted. I was flipped on my back, and with my head hanging off the side of the bed he facefucked me upside down. The angle let him go even deeper than he had ever done before. My reflexes took over and I struggled helplessly to push him off me, but to no avail. He only removed his cock momentarily to let me get all too short gasps of air before plunging back in.

My mind started to drift, slipping back into a submissive trance as I let myself be used. I only slipped back out of it when I felt his hot cum being pumped down my throat. He removed his cock, leaving me lying there coughing and gasping for air. Sitting down on the bed, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me between his legs.

"Lick," he said, spreading his legs and pulling his semi-erect cock away.

I obeyed, using my tongue to clean every inch of his balls. The smell and feel of his testicles against my face only served to further inflame my desire. I lost myself in the task, until his cock was hard again and I was pushed back down on it. With both hands holding me firmly by the hair, he lazily fucked my throat by pulling me up and down.

"This is all a bitch like you is good for anyways," he groaned. "Don't you agree?"

When I didn't respond he pulled me off his cock. I was a drooling mess of a cock slut, barely able to see straight.

"I said, don't you agree?"

"Yes!" I croaked, with an exaggerated nod.

"Thank me for giving you what you want."

"Thank you for using me like the stupid slut I am sir."

The words flowed out without me having to think about them. Thankfully he plunged me back on his cock rather than asking me more questions.

"I'm really proud of the way I've been able to train you," he mused as he forcefully used my throat as a fleshlight. "You've really embraced your true nature as a slut."

The rest of the evening passed in a haze. He alternated between using my throat, and having me servicing his balls. I don't know how many loads of cum I swallowed, but when he was done he unceremoniously threw me out. I walked back to my dorm on shaky legs.