Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2007 13:51:15 -0000 From: port_pass Subject: Thinking back - part 12 Author: Alex, from Portugal E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com Feedback much appreciated, off course. Story with non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you (I don't include any of those nice disturbances in your crotches, of course). Part 12 The man fucking my arse finally stopped hammering my hole when the last drops of his ball-juice were dumped inside me. My nipples screamed in agony when he let go of them, after he brutalised them to force me to clasp my hole on his cock. At the same time, the man fucking my face pulled out of my throat, letting his hard spit-slick cock bobbing up and down in front of my gaping, drooling mouth. As I slumped back, still impaled on the hard cock, I realised with utter embarrassment that the brutal abuse I had just suffered to my arse, my throat and my nipples had in fact driven me to orgasm, without even touching myself. Of course, they noticed it too, and laughed and cheered me for being "such a hot slut". The man in front of me held me under my thin arms and raised me slowly to my feet, pulling me off the fuck-pole I had been riding. After my arse-ring was separated from the still hard cock with an obscene squishy sound, I had to clench my sphincter tight to keep the thick organic fluid of two copious loads of cum from leaking out, and still I could feel a few drops sipping out between the folds of my swollen arse-lips. The man sitting behind me slapped me right on my hypersensitive rosebud and chuckled as he saw me twitch in pain. "That's it, baby. Close that cunt tight. Keep my juicy hot present inside your pussy. I know how a horny faggot slut like you loves to feel his arse full of hot cum." Standing up on my legs, still wobbly from the rough abuse and the impact of my orgasm, I was turned around and forced to bend over by the waist. I didn't have much doubt of what waited me now. My head was pulled down until the dripping cock that had just spewed cum in my arse was touching my face. A hard slap on top of my head persuaded me to start licking off the thick, repulsive slime that covered it, just a sample of the huge deposit I had in my bowels. I also complied obediently when I was told to hold my big buttocks wide apart. The same cock I had been sucking deep in my throat was now rammed hard into me from behind. I whimpered in pain, but my hole seemed to be getting used to it and just accepted submissively this new painful punishment. I hoped my new fucker wouldn't take much longer to shoot, after having already enjoyed the delicious constriction of my throat, but he was clearly determined to use my hot arse as long as he could. In the meantime, I completed the cleaning job with my mouth and the man pulled up his trousers and sneaked out past us, without the new fucker missing a stroke. He was now pounding my hole furiously, keeping me bent over low. I had to hold on to the sides of the toilet seat so I wouldn't be thrown forward by his forceful thrusts. As soon as he left, someone else sneaked in the same way, taking up the empty space inside the stall. My ordeal never seemed to end. The newcomer was a young guy, in his early 20s and seemed was sort of skinny, not really filling up his green army uniform. He must've been a conscript recruit stationed in the town barracks inside the old fortress. I knew recruits were obliged to be in uniform when they left or rejoined the barracks. I would always see a lot of them leaving for their hometowns on Fridays or returning on Sundays. On that Friday evening, this one was obviously horny after a week of training in the barracks. He never even deigned to pull his trousers down, just fished his cock out and pulled my head to the side so he could feed it to me. It wasn't full hard at first, but my juicy hot mouth soon took care of that. In full glory, it wasn't more than some 16 cm [6 1/2"] and not very thick, but he had this big bulbous cock-head, much wider than the shaft, that seemed to lodge perfectly in my throat every time he forced me to take his whole cock in. It was also the sort of cock that drools an abundant stream of seminal fluid. I had had to taste quite a lot of precum in these last two days, but never so much of it and with such a pungent taste. Not happy with filling my mouth with it's nauseating flavour, he also enjoyed smearing the reeking fluid on my face, pulling his cock out at regular intervals just to do it. By the way he seemed so at ease it certainly wasn't the first time he was there looking for sexual relief. Yet he seemed to have had a girlfriend at home, because he kept referring to her, and not exactly in loving terms. "Take my cock, you faggot! You're nothing but a filthy whore, just like her. Damn cunt couldn't even wait for me to get back on the train to start spreading her cunt for every horny bastard in town! Fags and women are all whores, always hungry for cock, aren't you? I bet you couldn't spend a week without cock just like her." I wanted to tell him he was wrong, that I wasn't like that, but even if I had a chance to say it I knew by now it was completely useless. Now and then, he would even stress his words by slapping my face, giving me the punishment he meant for his cheating ex-girlfriend. On the other front, the energetic rape of my anus finally came to an end and my bowels were forced to accumulate yet another load of hot fuck-juice. I only hoped the soldier wouldn't decide to move in for my arse now. It was so sore and swollen I was sure it couldn't possibly take one more battering without some serious damage. Fortunately, he only profited from having me all to himself by pushing me backwards (which made my arse stick out from the stall even more) so he had room to sit comfortably on the commode while he pumped my face up and down his constantly leaking cock. I knew my big white arse would be in full view of anyone that might come in the toilet room so I tried to close the stall, but in that confined space it was impossible without me standing up and squeezing myself away from the door so I had room to shut it. I tried to stand up to do it, but he just held on to my head and kept me in place for his hard face-fuck. He didn't seem to care that he as well might be seen in that awkward situation. My fears quickly showed to be well founded. I felt my arse slapped hard a couple of times and then a pair of hands spreading my arse-cheeks wide apart. Some guy had probably been out there enjoying the show I was unwillingly putting on and was now coming in for a piece of the action. I desperately tried to break free from them and stop yet another rape of my raw aching arse, but there was not much a boy my size could do to stop two men determined to have their pleasure. The man going for my arse didn't loose any time. Within seconds, I felt again the sharp pain of a big cock-head pushing into my hole. He was anything but gentle; rammed his cock all the way into me and immediately started to hammer mercilessly at my poor hole. His tool was clearly well above average in size and girth and it had me in agony right from the start, which he only tried to increase by slamming me brutally hard deep inside or slamming his hard cock sideways to punish the walls of my sore rectum. He was evidently enjoying my suffering as much as the physical pleasure of raping me. "Let's see if these tits really work as good as it looked when the other bastard was fucking your cunt" he warned me, right before pulling up my t-shirt and viciously attacking my nipples. It was the first time he spoke and his voice sounded strangely familiar, more the voice of a youth than an adult. Yet the excruciating pain I was feeling again in my nipples took my mind away from trying to identify where I knew this voice from. Besides, with my face bobbing continuously on the soldier's cock, I couldn't even try to look back to see who was fucking me from behind. To be honest, it didn't really matter much to me anymore. In the last two days, it seemed that every man or boy I came across had nothing in mind but to use me for his sexual pleasure and this was just another one. I couldn't help thinking there was in fact something wrong with me that attracted them and unclenched their lust. The only thing I wanted was for it all to end, not only this last situation I had gotten myself into, but all of it. I was never very religious, but I found myself more and more often praying for this succession of degrading abuse to stop and everything to go back to normal. And yet here I was getting gang-raped in a decaying public toilet, taking cock after cock up my raw arse and into my sore throat regardless of my will. The sharp pain on my nipples again forced me to contract my anal muscles. He greeted the extra tightness around his cock with loud groans of pleasure and by pounding my hole and slapping my fat cheeks even harder. At the front, the army was finally getting ready to shoot. However, instead of using my mouth to dump his load, the soldier pulled my hair to yank me off his cock and jerked it right in front of my eyes, laughing at the way my swollen mouth stayed instinctively open for his cock, drooling abundantly with spit and seminal fluid. "You're not good enough for my baby-makers, you disgusting whore" he scorned me. The hot army-supplied gunk splattered all over my pitiful face, covering it in a fresh coat of stinking ball-slime that even clogged my eyes. Still, I wasn't spared its acrid taste in my mouth, as he eventually instructed me to suck his cock clean, before he got up and tucked it back into his uniform trousers. Just as he was about to leave, a little disaster happened. The combination of the pain in my nipples with the rough hammering against my dilated prostate again made my little dick an accessory to my own degradation. The soldier went into a rage when he looked down and saw that most of the clear liquid of my involuntary orgasm had soiled his precious shiny-black army boots. He slapped me hard on the sides of my head and roughly shoved me to my knees, barking at me to lick his boots clean. The sudden movement yanked the cock from my arse, but the fucker quickly got on his knees as well and resumed an even more violent pounding, clearly turned on to see me subserviently licking some man's boots. The soldier finally accepted that his boots were clean (and, literally, spit-shiny) and stepped away from my lapping tongue. Before he left, he still had time to pull my face up, look into my frothy eyes and give me a last proof of his contempt by spitting a big gob of snot right on my face, leaving it to dribble over the glaze of sperm. I only hoped no one else would join in, so I would just have to wait for the brutal fucker pounding my battered arse to finish himself off so I could finally leave.