Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2007 14:03:04 -0000 From: port_pass Subject: Thinking Back 17 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 17 I finally finished relieving my intestines of all the slime that had been deposited inside me along that very long day. As I stood up from the toilet seat, I looked down into the bowl and I shivered at the sight of the huge pool of shit-streaked slime that had come out of my arse, a shameful reminder of what I had been through. I dragged myself to the shower and was soon enjoying the caress of the hot water washing away all the remains of piss and cum from my skin and hair. It wasn't so easy to clean away the shame and degradation I had endured, and the bleak prospect of more to come in the future. I shampooed my hair and soaped myself thoroughly, but at first I avoided touching my genitals and my arse. In some way, I was afraid that even just to touch them would revive all the events of the day, or perhaps I feared most of all to awake the dormant lust I had regretfully discovered in me. At last, I resigned myself to spreading my cheeks and directing the stream of the shower to my stinging raw arse-ring. The first impact of the water was painful and I instinctively cringed away. I tried reducing the temperature and this time the water was more soothing than painful. I leaned forward against the wall and spread my legs, exposing my raped arse to the cleansing effect of the warm water. As I made my arse-ring twitch against the caressing water, an idea crossed my mind. I approached the showerhead until it touched my swollen arse-lips, and then relaxed my sphincter. For a few seconds, I let the jet of warm water rush into my open hole. As I pulled the showerhead away, the water gushed out almost immediately. It felt good and I let it flow deeper into me the second time; my guts urged for relief, but I tried to hold the water in as long as I could, hoping that it would help cleanse away all the remains of the disgusting sperm I had carried inside me. I held on until my guts started to cramp, then I crouched down and the first of several powerful gushes of slimy water splashed against the bottom of the bathtub. I sighed deeply, just as a dripping fart signalled that my guts had finished flushing out the water. I repeated the operation three more times, in each one trying to hold the water inside a little longer. Then, as I was once again crouched and the water gushed out, I suddenly thought I must look a girl pissing and I blushed with shame. I stopped the enemas, finished washing myself and closed the water. I felt much cleaner, inside and out, when I finally stepped out. My whole body ached after the strain of all I had been through. As I dried myself, I had to rub the towel gently on my painfully sore buttocks. Looking in the small bathroom mirror, I examined my face. It was swollen from the slapping I had suffered and my lips were puffed from the rough mouth-fuckings. I stepped away from the mirror to look at my arse and my legs. The dark welts from the belting I took from Vitor were clearly visible. To check myself from closer, I decided to use the big mirror in my parents' room. There I could examine the painful marks from Vitor's belt. My whole arse and the top of my legs were covered in purple-black stripes. I also spread my arse-cheeks and shivered at the sight of my little hole, with my arse-lips furiously red and bloated. I touched them and whimpered at the stinging pain. Looking myself in the tall mirror, I couldn't help wondering what was making me a victim of men's abuse. I observed my body from every angle and couldn't help thinking how feminine my fat hips and my big smooth buns looked. Downwards, my legs were meaty but shapely. Upwards, I had a slight love-handle and a soft chest. My whole body was perfectly smooth and pearly white, except for the bruises and my swollen protruding nipples. I wished so much I looked manlier. Deep inside I knew that what distinguished me from my brother Carlos wasn't just the difference in age. I would never be manly, strong and hairy like him. It seemed he had turned out all on dad's side and me on mom's. I knew my parents would have preferred a girl when mom was expecting me, so maybe it was just nature's way of somehow granting them their wish. Next to the tall mirror was a set of drawers, where I knew my mom kept her lingerie. I opened the top drawer and saw it had only dad's things, mostly his briefs and socks. The next one had mom's things. I went through it and took out a pair of panties, just some comfortable white knickers. I held them in front of me and looked myself in the mirror, then turned around placed them over my round arse. I didn't think they made me look at all sexy. I suppose that should have reassured me, but instead I felt a little disappointed. The third drawer had some more of mom's dull lingerie, but in the bottom one, I found a few items of frilly lingerie. I picked up a black lace thong and held it in my fingers. Curiosity took the best of me and I ended up slipping into it. I looked myself in the mirror. It was slightly too big, but it still fit nicely over my round butt. My small dick started to get hard and I tried to resist the urge to rub it. I took the panties off and replaced them in the drawer. As I was looking through my mom's lingerie, the bottom drawer suddenly slipped out and landed right on my bare foot. I cursed and rubbed my aching foot until the pain passed. I had a bruise where the drawer had hit, but fortunately my foot wasn't hurt. As the pain subsided, I concentrated on putting the drawer back in place, so no one would notice that I had been messing with it. As I tried to slide it back in, I felt something was blocking it inside. I took it back out and got down on the floor to look into the hole. I realised the basis of the set of drawers was hollow and the space inside was filled by a fairly large card-box. The lid was out of place and that's what was blocking the drawer. I took the box out and opened it. There was some more lingerie inside, a complete red set, with stockings, garter belt, g-string and corset, as well as some high heel shoes. There was also a pile of magazines, some with nude men, mostly copies of Playgirl, and also some porn. I briefly went through them, feeling irresistibly turned on, especially by the pictures of sex. I also found a smaller box inside, and when I opened it I was shocked to find a rubber dildo and a tube of K-Y. I had never seen a dildo, of course, or even actually imagined they existed, but it was quite obvious what it was for. It felt so strange to imagine my mom using something like that. Just the thought of it almost made me sick. I had heard the noises she and dad made in their room at night but I always tried to ignore them. Now, with her dildo in my hand, I couldn't help picturing her on the bed, playing with it; and her on the bed with daddy, doing things... things like those I had had to do these last two days. I examined the dildo, feeling its shape and the rubbery touch. It wasn't big, maybe 15 cm [6"]. I turned my back to the mirror and slid the rubber shaft along my arse-crack. My arse-lips stung badly when the dry rubber touched them. I tried rubbing the K-Y gel on the knob and then on my arse-ring as well. Thumbing through the magazines had made my little dick hard and now the touch of the lubricated dildo on my rosebud was making it throb even stronger. Without even thinking what I was doing, I lay back on the bed and tried to push the dildo inside me. I could see my red rosebud reflected and the pinkish rubber dildo sliding in. It hurt some, but I insisted in pushing it deeper. It was about the size of the smallest cock I had had inside me that day, so it wasn't too hard to take in. When I finally managed to insert it completely, my weenie was throbbing like crazy. I tried rubbing it a little, but I had to stop, feeling I would come right away if I went on. I tried pinching my nipples, and my sphincter immediately clenched tight around the dildo. I realised I could use my hands to pinch my nipples and at the same time move my arse up and down on the dildo, simulating a fucking. All along I had this guilty feeling about it, but I just couldn't hold myself. It was like I had this overwhelming urge inside me that I couldn't control. In any case, the sensations were too strong for me to hold on long. It was probably not more than a minute before my boyish cum rushed up my penis and shot over my belly and up to my chest. I blanked for a moment, stunned by the strong orgasm, before I fully realised what I had just done. Feeling ashamed and guilty, as well as scared that someone might come home and catch the evidence of my sin, I quickly washed the dildo in the toilet and tried to put everything back in place in my parent's room. At last, I slipped into my pyjamas and went to the kitchen, feeling starved after hardly having eaten anything all day (except for a heavy protein diet...). I was too tired to heat up the dinner that mom had left for me and instead made myself a big sandwich, helped down by a large glass of cold milk. Sitting alone in the kitchen, restoring my strength, it all felt so normal that imagined I could even leave behind all the mind-blowing events of the last couple of days and go back to my regular little life.