Skanky College Guy

Ricky was excited about attending college to study computer programming. He was lanky and skanky and quite, honestly, unattractive. The smell of his feet could raise the living dead and his body odour rated up there with the most overpowering men. Truthfully, he did not give a fuck about personal hygiene. Ricky showered when he absolutely, had to and brushing his teeth was a ritual often forgotten. Ricky’s family was white trash, and his dad owned a successful plumbing business where Ricky’s dumb older brother got employed. The family business flourished, which was somewhat of a surprise when one saw their ramshackle home.

Ricky’s mom was a total doormat. Explicitly there to care for and serve the three men in her life. Ricky realized early on that females shunned and disliked him. As much as he would have liked to fuck one or two of the uptight pussies, he just could not be bothered with their aversion to his lack of personal cleanliness. Ricky’s dirty hands and smelly breath also did not help matters in this regard. He always mitigated this by believing that if the women got a look at his enormous cock they would be queuing at his door. Sadly, this was not the case.

Apart from milking his one-eyed snake, which he frequently did, Ricky discovered early on that there was always a submissive guy that he could sexually coerce. He never thought of himself as gay, ‘But what the fuck, a hole’s a hole,’ he always reasoned.

Being a master manipulator, he always managed to find an easy target to dominate. The more he perfected this skill, the better he seemed to get at it, and he could smell a fuck-bunny at one hundred paces. Besides, females were too costly, which did not suit his tightfisted predilections. Before college, he had regularly fucked a bum-boy that lived two houses away from him.

When Ricky arrived at this boy’s house unexpectedly one day and found him wearing his mommy’s clothing and make-up, the pretty, little queen had no choice in the matter. Armed with a few photos on his mobile phone of the sixteen-year-old Jamie all dressed up like a girl, all Ricky’s sexual needs were well taken care of after that. Ricky did not give a fuck about his bullying tactics.   

At college, Ricky’s roommate arrived a day late. The look of despair on poor Bobby’s face when he met Ricky was priceless. One would have thought that Bobby had just stepped into a pile of dog shit. Ricky, however, was delighted and engrossed. Bobby was petite, blond, and very pretty, which was perfectly suited to Ricky’s taste, and he could smell bum-boy potential oozing out of Bobby.

‘All I have to do is find an angle to enslave him,’ Ricky lustfully pondered.

Ricky was also delighted to find that Bobby’s family was not well off and busting their balls to put Bobby through college. Having enough pocket money for ten people, Ricky believed that Bobby’s financial handicap could become an advantage in his quest for control over the pretty boy.

On the day that Bobby had arrived, as he was returning from the communal bathroom after showering, Ricky was ready for the skanky reveal he had anticipated all afternoon. After removing his shoes and socks, Ricky was delighted when it looked like Bobby was about to gag. Next, as Ricky stood before Bobby in his stained underpants, the disgusted expression on Bobby’s face almost made Ricky convulse with pleasure. Ricky made sure to get close enough to Bobby so that Bobby could inhale the smell of his ripe armpits. The pretty boy looked like he had arrived in hell. Breaking him in was going to be the high point of Ricky’s existence.

‘Take this slow and savor it and make it last,’ Ricky mentally admonished himself as Bobby moved around the room uncomfortably.

When Bobby finally sat down on his bed, Ricky casually moved closer to him before pushing his underpants down. With his genitals on full display, Ricky lazily cradled his cock and balls. As much as Bobby attempted to avoid the spectacle, his eyes could not disguise their wonder. Ricky knew right there and then that Bobby would be his next pleasure bunny. The inexorable annexation of Bobby had just begun. For the next few days, Bobby had to endure the nightly parade of Ricky’s knob. Ricky loved the taunting, and further added to Bobby’s torture by wanking loudly after lights-out.

Bobby had been unable to secure a student job, because having arrived late at college, all the ‘early birds had captured the worms,’ as they say. He was therefore not able to supplement the meagre pocket money he received from his parents. Although he continually tried to acquire work, he was unsuccessful.   

Like Ricky, Bobby was also a smoker, and after Bobby’s pocket money ran out, when he asked Ricky if he could bum a cigarette, Ricky was beside himself with delight.

After regarding Bobby for a minute or two, Ricky retrieved a cigarette from his pack before elaborately twirling it around the inside of his musty foreskin. Ricky then offered the cigarette to Bobby, who stared at it in disbelief. As Bobby gawked, alternating between Ricky’s cock and the cigarette, Bobby hesitantly took the cigarette. Without waiting for any further reaction, Ricky then returned to his desk and continued with his homework. A short while later, Ricky heard the click of Bobby’s lighter, and an hour later the when the same procedure played itself out, this ritual turned into a regular occurrence. Each evening, at least three foreskin twirls took place. Unfortunately, for Bobby, Ricky had a moist sheath and the cigarette butts were always soggy after their hooded embrace.

A day later, Ricky was ready for the next level of Bobby’s sexual enslavement. Having bought two packs of ten cigarettes, when Bobby asked the inevitable question, Ricky showed the two packets of cigarettes to Bobby before placing them on the desk next to him.

“I bought these for you,” he said with a wry smile.

Apprehensively Bobby answered, “Gee thanks, that’s, that’s very kind of you.”

“Of course, you have to earn them,” Ricky summarily replied.

Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, Bobby sheepishly asked, “How?”

“Well, two packets… Well, let us see, oh yes, I have two feet in need of a good cleaning. So it’s really simple, get to work on them.” Ricky said, with a shitfaced grin.

“Are you serious?” Bobby asked, looking forlorn.

“Sure, absolutely serious,” Ricky answered.

Bobby observed him for a short while, before tentatively asking, “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I love to dominate, and I want you under my control.” Ricky matter-of-factly proclaimed.

“Are you punishing me for being a smoke bum?” Bobby whimpered.

“Fuck no. I am delighted with your financial misfortune. At first, you were disgusted until you saw my big cock. After that, I was not so disgusting anymore. Well, now you have to earn the right to become my bitch, and believe me, you will be my bitch!” Ricky replied. 

Bobby stood before him, humiliated. With an impatient look, Ricky began shuffling the two cigarette boxes next to him. “Kneel and get busy,” Ricky commanded.

Slowly, Bobby knelt before Ricky before removing his dirty trainers and socks. With a self-satisfied smirk, Ricky lay back on his bed and issued his final instruction, “Get to work and make sure you clean my feet properly.”

Bobby reluctantly took hold of Ricky’s right foot, and with pleading eyes, observed Ricky.

“Toes first Bobby, and make sure you clean all the toe jam.” Bobby then began to lick the smelly object in his hands. Ricky kept issuing instructions to improve Bobby’s performance and after five minutes, presented his other foot. When Bobby finished cleaning the left foot as well, Ricky flung the two packets of smokes at Bobby dismissively, before moving towards his desk to finish his homework. No further communication took place after that, and Ricky jerked off loudly again after lights-out.

Being a light smoker, Ricky knew that Bobby would have enough smokes for two days. The following day Ricky barely acknowledged Bobby’s existence. A day later, however, Ricky presented four packs of ten to Bobby.

“What do I have to do for these?” Bobby worriedly asked.

“Armpits and feet,” Ricky answered. In anticipation of Bobby’s ordeal, Ricky had made sure that his armpits were humming.

Forty minutes later, Bobby finally got his reward. After lights out, Bobby gingerly asked, “Do you also want me to suck your cock?”

“No,” Ricky replied, empathically. As much as Ricky would have enjoyed the blowjob, he revelled in the control that he now had over Bobby. “I am in charge bum-boy, and when I’m good and ready, I may let you near the knob, you can’t keep your eyes off. Now go to sleep,” Ricky concluded. That night, Ricky made sure that the noise of his wanking session scaled new heights. Ricky was ecstatic with the progression his subjugation was taking.     

Ricky again ignored Bobby totally for the following few days. With the weekend upon them, Bobby’s smokes only lasted two days. The day after that, however, five packets got placed before Bobby.

“Do I also have to suck your dick this time?” Bobby pleadingly asked. Ricky did not bother to respond. After cleaning Ricky’s feet and armpits, Bobby was shocked to learn that Ricky’s arse was the next in line for oral service.   

Five days later, after totally ignoring Bobby, Ricky decided that the torment had gone far enough. After they completed their homework, Ricky produced a carton of cigarettes. Bobby looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

“I’ve had my fun,” Ricky informed him before resuming, “Don’t worry, I’ll supply all your smokes from now on.” Lifting Bobby from his chair, Ricky embraced and began kissing him as Bobby’s body trembled with delight. “No more games,” Ricky stated as he began undressing Bobby.

Ricky then placed his hands on Bobby’s shoulders and pushed his body downwards. “This knob now belongs to you Bobby, you’ve earned it,” Ricky announced, smiling. Bobby grabbed the object of his desire and began gobbling on it like a starving man. Bobby licked, sucked, caressed, and played with Ricky’s dick as if it were the most precious object in the world. Ricky did not want to rush Bobby and allowed him his indulgence. After a long while, he lifted Bobby and placed his body face down on the bed.

“Do you want me inside you?” Ricky asked.

“Fuck yeah,” Bobby, replied.

After producing a few blobs of spit, Ricky began his triumphant insertion. The intrusion that Bobby had long dreamt of was slow and blissful. As Ricky’s knob excavated the butthole, he had desired for so long, Bobby cried out for his tempo to escalate. Ricky did not disappoint and began pummeling Bobby’s hole, realizing his final act of dominance.

Ricky had conquered and dominated once again, and his next three years were going to be awesome. After seeding Bobby’s arse, Ricky roared victoriously. For Bobby, contending with Ricky’s skankiness was well worth the minor ‘discomforts.’