Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2009 12:07:49 +0100
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back #39

Author: Alex, from Portugal
E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com

Any feedback will be much appreciated.

This story may have non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if
you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you.


Part 39

By the end of the day, I was more and more reassured that my nightmare was
over. It was still unnerving having to be around several of my abusers of
the last days, though as hours passed I began to feel more confident about
that.

A particularly hard moment was when I saw Sergio and he grinned at me and
ostensibly groped his crotch. I felt a knot in my stomach when, as his lewd
gesture reminded me that one of my two best friends had joined the ranks of
my rapists, while the other, Nuno, had not only raped me but actually
become my pimp, on behalf of Gil.

It was never easy for me to make friends and I was certainly never a
popular boy at my previous school, though I managed to blend in. The fact
that Sergio and Nuno were at my new school had encouraged me to face the
change and make me feel less lonely and out of place. Now, only a few weeks
after I had come here, it was evident that I would never be anything but a
pariah, even if that was already a huge step from being the school whore
under Gil's tyranny. I might have been able to break the infernal spiral of
abuse and degradation, but it was painfully obvious that things would never
be like they were.

What troubled me most was that I also got obscene gestures or comments from
many others, and not just from the several boys that had abused me, which
indicated clearly that word had spread out about my antics, as inevitably
it would.

After my last class, I wondered around in a quiet corner for a little while
to avoid the crowd of boys leaving the school. From a window, I had a good
view of sports grounds, where some of the school teams were practicing. The
older boys were on the soccer field, and I saw Miguel and Luis playing. On
the side, younger boys, including several from my class, were running or
doing exercises.

I finally made my way out along the quiet corridors. The few boys or staff
that I came across were minding their own business and ignored me. I felt
tired, more from the stress of the day than anything else, but still
enjoying the feeling of having overcome such a dreadful days of my life.

I had made it to the main gate, right where my rebellion had began that
same morning, when suddenly everything changed. Nuno and Marco jumped out
from the side and dragged me behind the bushes. Marco, now a henchman for
Gil, easily immobilised me by twisting my arm and forced me to my knees,
while Nuno muffled any noise by covering my mouth with his hand. A few boys
witnessed my abduction, but just smiled and went their way. After all, it
was just natural for a sissy like me to get bullied.

As I tried to come to terms with the pain on my twisted arm, I realised Gil
was standing in front of me. He looked down with a mean, vengeful grin,
then raised his hand and bitch-slapped me hard. "It seems that I still have
to teach my little whore her place", he muttered. In a last desperate
effort of rebellion, I almost managed to break free from Marco's grip, but
Gil reacted promptly with a brutal kick on my little balls that left me
doubled down on the ground in agony, crying and whimpering pitifully.

"Let's take the bitch behind the gym", he said to the other two boys. The
surprise of the assault and the brutal pain of Gil's kick seemed to have
destroyed any remnant of my short-lived rebellion. I was too dumbstruck to
even consider trying again to fight them as they dragged me discretely
along the outer wall to the small fenced yard behind the gym, where I had
first been orally raped by Miguel, Luis, Marco and Gil. As soon as we got
there, they threw me on the floor and started kicking me around. Gil
started, with a mean kick on my stomach, and as I cringed from his blow,
the other two joined in, all laughing cruelly as their sneakered feet hit
me again and again and I crawled on the ground, helplessly trying to escape
their brutal punishment.

At last they stopped and pulled me up to my knees. Gil held my face in a
vicious grip and looked me coldly in the eye. "You are my whore, and don't
you ever forget that again, or I'll beat you to a pulp! Is that understood,
bitch?" he growled at me. I nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. "Now
tell us what you are, loud and clear", he demanded with another slap across
my face.

Maybe because I realised my dream of freeing myself from my nightmare was
being destroyed for good, I still hesitated to comply with his command.
"Looks like the faggot needs another kick on his useless balls", I heard
Marco say, and his threat eventually convinced me that resisting their
demands would only mean more suffering for me. "I am your whore, Gil, I
will do anything you want, but please don't hurt me any more, please!"  The
three boys laughed at my docile admission, uttered between convulsive
sobs. "Why are you a whore, Alex? It's because you love big hard cocks in
your mouth and up your faggot cunt, isn't it?" he went on, and I
submissively gave the reply he wanted.

Gil made me repeat again and again "I am your whore and I love being
fucked. I am a whore because I love to suck on big cocks and having my
faggot pussy fucked hard".

At last, he opened his jeans and pulled out his stiff 20 cm [8"] dark brown
cock. "Show me that you still know how to suck cock like the good faggot
whore that you say you are", he ordered, with a smirk of victorious
contempt. I was so relieved that he didn't seem intent on having me beaten
up any more that I lunged forward and eagerly took his stiff mulato dick in
my mouth. "Looks like the fucking whore couldn't wait to get her faggot
lips on a cock after all. She was just playing hard to get", Nuno laughed.
As I dutifully began to work on Gil's large teenage cock, Nuno and Marco,
on each side of their leader, pulled their own dicks out.

At first, Gil let me work on his cock at my own pace, but he quickly got
more demanding. Holding me firmly by the hair, he thrust forward and forced
his shaft into my gorge. I arched my back in a painful gag, but accepted
yet another throat-rape as I had had to do several times before.

Gil pumped forcefully, hardly letting me breath. In addition to getting his
pleasure, he was still intent on punishing me for having dared to dispute
his power. Nuno and Marco, beside me, cheered him on and taunted me,
jerking their own cocks. When my tormentor finally let go, withdrawing his
slimy cock from my throat, I only had a couple of seconds to regain my
breath before Marco took over and started fucking my throat with his 17 cm
[6 3/4"] cock.

I had to endure his attack until Nuno impatiently asked Gil for his chance
to use me. Reluctantly, Marco had to pass me on to the younger boy, who
took no time in making me please his 12 cm [4 1/2"] boyish dick once
more. Too horny after jerking off watching Gil and Marco fucking my face,
my former best friend quickly spurted his small pubescent load in my
compliant mouth. Once he regained his breath after the delightful orgasm I
had given him, he looked down at me and spit right in my face. "It's good
to see you still know what you're good for, bitch" he laughed, as his
phlegm dripped between my eyes.

I still had to serve the other two, of course, and they took turns
face-fucking me roughly, using the time when they were not abusing my mouth
to cool down and make sure they could prolong their pleasure. It was Marco
who went down first, his large hairy testicles filling my mouth with a huge
load of salty teenage cum.

Now that his two acolytes were out of action, Gil started fucking my throat
in earnest, alternating periods of brutal, ravaging pounding with slower,
gentler pumping, so he could delay his orgasm. Now and then he would even
pull his cock out of my mouth and move me down to suck on his sweaty balls
for a while, before he went back to raping my face.

Gil was still face-fucking me with no sign of coming close to letting me
win his sperm when we started hearing the loud noise of the boys from the
soccer team through the high Venetian windows of the locker room, right
above us on the wall.

To my terrified surprise, Gil suddenly pulled me away, zipped up his jeans
and said to the other two "Let's take the faggot inside". Marco and Nuno
hesitated, obviously as surprised as I was with that new turn of
events. With a cruel grin, Gil explained his idea: "I think it's time all
the boys know what a good little whore we have on the market. We'll have
them all queuing up to use him". Marco and Nuno laughed, probably still
thinking, as I hoped, that Gil was bluffing.

I started pleading desperately to Gil, promising to be the most obedient
whore in the world if he spared me that horrible humiliation, but in
reaction he just pulled me up roughly by an arm and dragged me through the
hole in the fence and then around the gym building to the door of the
locker room.

When the mulato boy, followed by the Marco and Gil, showed up in the middle
of the raucous crowd of some 20 boys from the senior school soccer team,
there was a moment of surprised silence. Ignoring my last desperate pleas,
Gil pushed me down to my knees as the mass of curious boys immediately
swarmed around us. I looked around, searching for a compassionate look from
someone that might come to my help, but all I got was contempt and lust
from the tight wall of teenage faces. Right on the front line, I recognised
the mean grin of Luis and the hateful look of Miguel, burning with spite
for having been overcome by the despised half-breed.

"Tell everyone what you are, bitch!" Gil commanded. I looked up at him,
still hoping beyond hope for a last moment of mercy, but all I got was
another hard slap across my face. "Say it!" he insisted, and I complied: "I
am Gil's whore. I am a whore because I love to suck cocks and having my
faggot pussy fucked hard". For a second, my obscene words echoed around the
locker room, before the silent crowd of surprised teenagers broke out in a
loud blast of whistles, cheers and laughter.

Once the crowd of the 15- and 16-year-olds quieted down again, Gil gave me
another command: "STRIP, BITCH!", greeted with cheers once more. "Let
everyone see what a sexy little whore you are!"

Nuno started chanting a typical strip-club tune and everyone soon followed
his lead. "Make it slow and sexy, faggot" Gil added, as I started to
unbutton my shirt, My face was burning from utter shame and from the
several vicious slaps I had received from Gil, with strings of tears
pouring down.

Once I took the shirt off and before I proceeded to my trousers, Gil told
me to show around my smooth plump torso and even made me play with my
"tits" and pinch my nipples hard, until they were protruding obscenely from
my smooth chest, under a shower of obscene comments from the boys around
me.

By then, in spite of the torment I was going through, my little boyish dick
was already stiff in my trousers, but as soon as I started touching my
nipples, it began to throb uncontrollably, making me suddenly aware of how
horribly embarrassing it was going to be to show everyone the erection that
proved before their eyes the truth in the degrading things Gil had made me
say.

Having no choice but to go on taking my clothes off, I opened my trousers
very slowly, pretending to do it as a way of teasing them, and, at the same
time, I tried to cover my little bulge. Desperate to buy some time, I went
on to bare my big round arse, shaking it around to the crowd like Gil
instructed me. "Isn't that the prettiest girly arse, boys?" he asked them,
and got a loud enthusiastic cheer as a reply, and another one when he added
"I bet this faggot cunt is just begging to be fucked".

In a boys-only school of relentlessly horny teenage boys, my admittedly
feminine shapes erased any reservations any of them might have at the idea
of engaging in sex with another male. Looking around, every single boy I
could see had a raging boner, tenting up his shorts or briefs. Some even
had their hard teenage cocks out and were already shamelessly jerking off
to my lewd erotic display.

It was hopeless to imagine that my own cruel tiny dick would go down and
spare me yet another humiliation, but I still tried to delay the moment
when I eventually had to display my shameful little boner. Sensing that,
Gil hooked his thumbs on the waistband of my trousers and briefs and yanked
them down, then slapped my hands away as I tried to cover my hairless
crotch.

As I expected, the sight of my erection was greeted with an even louder
cheer. To make my embarrassment still worse, Gil forced me to shake my
hips, making my hard boner swing up and down and at the same time make it
seem that I was lasciviously humping my fat arse on some imaginary cock.

With everyone hysterical with laughter and lust, Gil pushed me down on my
knees, took out his hard cock and slapped it on my face. "Do you want my
fat cock, bitch?" he asked. Resigned to my fate, I assented. "Yes, Gil, I
want your cock, please let me have it", drawing another loud cheer from the
audience.

"Should I let the bitch have my cock, boys?" he asked around. "YES! YES!
GIVE IT TO HIM! FUCK THE BITCH! FUCK THE BITCH!" they cried
enthusiastically. Gil slapped my face with his cock some more, before
shoving it deep in my mouth with a single, vigorous, push, forcing me to
gag it all the way into my throat.

Showing off to the crowd of horny boys, he immediately started
power-fucking my face, though he didn't carry on with that for long. When
he pulled out of my mouth, it wasn't good news for me, however. "Turn
around and show me your arse, bitch" he commanded.

As I got on my hands and knees before him, he knelt down and rubbed some
spit on my arse-lips, then pushed two wet fingers into my faggot
pussyhole. I yelped from the pain of the sudden intrusion, but meekly
submitted to it. Next, I felt Gil rubbing his fat cockhead on my dilated
arse-lips, and Nuno led the crowd in chanting "FUCK THE BITCH! FUCK THE
BITCH!" I knew well that it would only hurt more if I tried to oppose the
penetration, so instead I pushed my arse-ring out, letting Gil ram his 20cm
[8"] phallus into me in a single, brutal, thrust. My cry of agony was
deafened by the loud cheers and whistles of the teenagers around us.

Gil went at once into a vicious pounding of my unresisting boy-cunt, but in
spite of the brutality of his assault, my own unrestrained lust soon
started overcoming the pain. My little pecker, which had almost disappeared
as I braced myself for the agony of the initial penetration, was again
throbbing unashamedly, clearly visible to all, carrying on its main purpose
of shaming me, as an obscene confession of the lust that burned inside me
and defied every desperate effort on my part to control it.

When I thought that it couldn't get any worse, Gil devious mind surprised
me again. Letting my arse-pussy off his stiff shaft, he raised himself up
and sat on one of the benches resting his back on the row of lockers behind
it. "Come and sit on my cock, slut. I want you to show everyone how much
you love to fuck yourself on it". Obediently, I straddled his lap, with my
face turned to the crowd, as he instructed.

I pressed my arse-ring against his large knob, then pressed down. With a
long moan, impaled myself on his rigid phallus. Gil gave a hard slap to
meaty buttock, as a signal to start fucking myself and I began pumping up
and down, each time grinding my arse-ring around the base of his shaft.

Looking around, I was not surprised to see that almost every cock was out
and most of the boys were jerking off. What was more shocking, however, was
to realise that it wasn't only the 15- and 16-year-olds that were around us
anymore: many younger boys were trying to peep between the older teenagers
in the front. Recognising several boys from my own class, watching me pump
my round, milky-white arse up and down on my rapist's dark cock, with my
own pecker throbbing relentlessly, made me feel even more mortified.

Right then, I let out a terrified cry. I had felt Gil's fingers close down
on my hyper-sensitive nipples in a cruel pinch. My whole little body tensed
and my arse-ring snapped tight around the base of his cock. For as much as
I dreaded it, I knew that any remnant of decency or modesty I might still
retain would be totally wiped out and my most shameless lust would be on
display for everyone.

As Gil went on to pinch and twist my erect nipples, quickly making them
purple and swollen, I felt the well-know fiery itch deep in my arse-cunt
quickly overwhelming me with sexual madness. Like a true wanton whore, I
slammed my fat buttocks against his crotch, viciously chewing his cock
inside me. Gil's fingers on my nipples and his cock up my arse were the
only two things I could think about now. I hardly noticed it when the first
boys started approaching me and shooting their cum all over me, one rope of
creamy sperm after another splashing on my face and my torso, with everyone
cheering like crazy.

Soon I felt the fire inside me start to build up, more and more, and I knew
that I was going to cum. Peering through the haze of sexual ecstasy, I was
still painfully aware that I was going to orgasm right in front of
virtually the whole school, just from fucking myself on a man's cock, and
there was no way I could possibly prevent it, even if I wanted to.

Of course, my orgasm wasn't more than a few drops of spermless fluid
erupting from my piss slit. They might not even have noticed anything, if I
hadn't hollered like crazy all through it, completely taken over by the
explosion of sensations that shook my young body. At first there was a
surprised lull in the noisy crowd, as the boys tried to realise what was
happening. Then, a voice cried out "Fucking hell! The fagoot is coming! He
is actually coming on his own just from getting his cunt fucked!" and
everyone broke out in a deafening explosion of whistles, laughter and
cheers.

Unable to resist the vicious grip of my orgasming pussy, Gil just then
fired a huge load of cum deep inside me, his loud yell of pleasure lost in
the noise of the horny-crazed teenagers. I felt his sperm gushing inside me
just as I was starting to come down from my own orgasm, suddenly aware
again of the full extent of my agonising shame and degradation.

Not only was I still immerse in my nightmare, but it had turned worse than
ever.