Part 1: A Bottom's Duty
Political strife. Riots. Violent crime. Impending war.
These thoughts were all far from my mind as I slowly moved my dildo out of my well lubed ass in my dorm room. I bucked my hips to meet every thrust of my hand as a video compilation of huge clocks flashed across my laptop screen. Finally...it happened. I had a huge orgasm and I hadn't touched my dick once! As I laid in bed catching my breath, I beamed with pride. I had been working on this for a long time and felt like a real slutty bitch.
It's true that the world was going to shit, but what did I care? I was 19, in college, and managed to find guys to fuck me regularly despite being in the closet. Not to toot my own horn, but I was a nice piece of ass for the horny college dudes that would sneak into my dorm room in the middle of the night. I was 5'8, a little chubby with a big ass that was deep and tight, shaved smooth, I swallowed and I was easy. The fact that a significantly less number of females than males had been born over the past 30 years than males also helped. Oh yeah, my name is Jason.
I rolled over and texted Jerome about how I had cum hands free. I lied and said I was thinking about his dick. I knew how to make a guy feel good. Not that Jerome needed help in that area. He was a 6'5 black hunk with a huge dick who was a star on the basketball team. He was engaged to a girl at another school and, as far as I know, never cheated her on with another women. The girls all thought it was lovely and his guy friends couldn't understand it. I guess I was kind of a grey area...a fleshlight that talks. He called me Jess when he fucked me, despite me never crossdressing. I rolled with it. It was worth it.
I got dressed and headed out. Classes were cancelled today but mandatory assemblies had been called. Oddly enough, it wasn't for all students. I had asked a few other people, and few had heard of it. I thought about skipping, but they made it pretty clear that you wouldn't graduate if you didn't go and I didn't want to risk it.
I walked up to the auditorium room and was taken aback by uniformed guards at the entrance. They stopped me as I got to the door.
"I need to see your student ID before you go in."
I meekly retrieved my wallet, fished it out, and handed it to the man who entered some information into a computer. He paused, grinned to the other guard, and grabbed a pink stamp.
"Hold out your left hand, sweetie" he said with an air of condescension.
I was stunned at the rudeness, but my dick jolted to attention as humiliation was one of my kinks. I decided to not say anything and held out my hand which was then stamped.
"Go in and go through the door on the right" he said with a wink.
I shuffled into the lobby. More guards, various school staff, a few gave me a bemused look as I walked into the door on the right. The room was a smaller auditorium with a stage. I was greeted by yet another guard who looked me over and directed me to an assigned seat on the left of the room.
I scanned the attendees and noticed that we had been seemingly segregated by frustrated looking straight dudes on the right and a myriad of fellow gays, crossdressers, and other people like that on my side. Of course, I only knew of a few of them being fully out, but I had recognized a few closeted dudes I've been in group sex situations with. I figured that this was likely going to be an anti bullying type thing and grew bored. I looked at my phone and noticed that Jerome had responded to my text with a dick pic. I quickly put my phone away before anyone could see and smiled. He knows what a slut like me wants.
After a few minutes, guards took their places at the door, and man I recognized as being a guidance counselor took the stage. He went into a long dialogue about recent violence in campus, rapes, sexual frustration due to declining female births, and the dire need for a solution. I figured it was leading into a standard anti bullying initiative and turned out. I wasn't bullied at the school.
I snapped back to attention as I noticed boxes and a mattress being brought to the stage. "A play?" I thought. The speaker steadied himself and continued:
"To deal with these issues, the government has passed a law called the Campus Rage Relief Act. Should you refuse to abide by the rules, you will be expelled, still be responsible for your student loans...and your sexual history, both on and off line will be made public."
My jaw dropped...but there was more.
"The law requires all male students who have been confirmed as homosexual or bisexual who assume the role of a 'bottom' in sexual relations to make themselves available for sexual relations to all students, faculty and employees of their university who have been deemed as being sexually frustrated and rage prone. The law further stipulates that heterosexual students identified as rage prone who do not participate may suffer expulsion and be subject to mandatory military service."
What the fuck. This is something I would have fantasized about, sure, but I wasn't ready to be out in the open. The alternative was just as bad if not worse, I had let a few dudes film me and had tons of dirty texts that would be plastered everywhere. I felt short of breath. My already small dick shrivelled in fear.
He continued:
"To initiate the enactment of the law, we will have public displays to, um, break the ice. We have a volunteer from the heterosexual side, Brian. Students from the other side will be called at random. Should you not wish to participate, exit to the lobby when your name is called and you will be expelled."
Brian got up on stage. He was a decent looking guy with some muscle. His current situation was described by the guidance counselor: arrests for assault, hadn't been on a date in 4 years, etc. His cohorts from that side of the room nodded along as every incident was read out.
"First up from the bottom side, let's see here...'
I felt like all sound was sucked out of the room but I heard my name clear as day. More than that, I saw my big white ass on the projector on screen. More pics scrolled past of me in various positions solo and being fucked or sucking dick.
I was stunned. A few laughs and gasps went out across the room. I sat motionless until my name was called again with instructions to report to the bed on stage. I looked longingly at the door to the lobby but knew that going out there would lead to just as bad of an outcome. I walked, head down, up to the stage and nervously stood by the bed.
