Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2008 09:15:33 -0000 From: pass port Subject: Thinking back - part 34 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. Sorry I took so long to pick up on my story again. As I had promised some of my most faithful readers (thanks a lot for the e-mails), I did manage to get a new part out by Xmas. As often happens to me, when I started writing inspiration led me to another twist in the story. I hope you enjoy it. I didn't have much chance to revise this part, so please excuse me for any bad mistakes. To make up for the delay, there's a new part almost ready. Hopefully I'll get it out this weekend. Part 34 Just then a feminine shriek echoed through the basement room and caught everyone's attention. I froze in shock, seeing my mom standing at the door, between Adolfo Correia and his elder son, Eduardo. The three of them were still naked, just as I had seen them upstairs as my slut mother whored herself to the two males in the house's master bedroom. >From their big grins, it was obvious that the two men, after using her to their pleasure - as I had witnessed without their knowledge -, had decided it would be good wholesome fun for their whole family to confront her with the obscene abuse both her sons were submitted to in the entertainment room, and show me and Carlos our own mother's debauchery. Even if I hadn't had the chance to see with my own eyes how she depravedly serviced their cocks, I would still have no doubt about what she had been doing just before. As if to make the surprise even more shocking, she was still exhibiting their cum all over her face and hair, caked on her large tits, and leaking down her legs from her fuck-loose hairy cunt. As for us, our degrading female atire and the blurred, whorish make-up, together with our own share of Correia ball-slime plastered all over us, didn't leave much doubt about what we had been up to. Just the same as me, Carlos seemed shocked to see her, but not that surprised, so I assumed he was also aware of her sluttish activities. For a moment, she just stood there, looking in disbelief at the shocking reality of both her not-so-male offspring. Suddenly, she seemed to realise her own appalling situation before our eyes and, in an instinctive reaction, tried to cover herself, putting her hands and arms in front of her tits and pussy. Then she quickly turned her big round arse to us and tried to make it to the door, but Mr Correia and Eduardo grabbed her and blocked her escape. At first, the two were obviously amused by her sudden embarrassment, and laughed with the rest of their family at the hilarious display of our humiliation. However, as she kept desperately struggling with them to break free and begging them insistently to let her go, Mr Correia turned serious and abruptly slapped her violently across the face. "You're not going anywhere until I say so, bitch!" he growled, "We're still going to have a lot of fun in our little family reunion". "Besides" Eduardo added sarcastically, "You should actually be proud to see that your boys turned out after you: horny, shameless sluts just like their mom." Again, all the Correias laughed loudly at the elder sibling's mocking comment, while he and his dad easily pushed my mother across the room towards us, the sudden brutal slap having broken any whim of resistance on her part. She was evidently embarrassed and even partly in shock from the whole situation, but I couldn't help noticing as well the eager glance she threw around, lewdly assessing the promising battery of hard cock of the Correia boys. I knew Tito had already fucked her, and I had little doubt that the rest of the boys had also had the chance of enjoying her. Mr Correia and Eduardo laid my mother on one of the sofas. The elder Correia sibling sat next to her kneading her melon-sized breasts while the father walked up to Carlos and patted him on the head. "Are you enjoying yourself, slut?" he asked. Carlos nodded. Then suddenly he yanked a handful of the boy's hair and growled "Didn't I teach you that polite bitches always kiss their daddy's cock hello?" With a grimace of pain, Carlos stretched his neck and landed a loud smooch on the man's big cockhead, leaving a mark of cheap lipstick on the fleshy knob. Then, coming up to me, he felt my smooth buttocks and commented "You're a sexy little thing, and you definitely have your mom's big fat arse." Then he added "I'm not your daddy, but you can kiss my cock hello too". I hesitated, but he pulled my head forward and I had no choice but to apply my red lips to his cockhead, leaving a second imprint of lipstick. In this entire scene, something was troubling my mind. Looking up to Mr Correia, I asked "Why do you say you're Carlos' daddy?" The reaction around the room was surprising. All the Correias seemed to find my innocent question very funny and laughed heartily. Mom and Carlos, on their part, were evidently uncomfortable with the issue, to say the least. Mr Correia turned to her and grinned. "I see your younger bitch doesn't know the truth yet". "Yes" she replied in a teary voice, and implored "please don't tell him". By then, my childish curiosity was overly eager to find out what was the secret that I, naively, still hadn't guessed on my own. In any case, Mr Correia seemed only too happy to satisfy my curiosity, and at the same time savour the distress of my mother with having this shameful cat out of the bag. As he started to tell the story, I was more and more sorry that I had ever wanted to know it. He revelled in the sordid details, leaving little need for my imagination, fed by my own horrible experiences of the last days, to fill the gaps of the shocking account, together with what I learned later from Vitor and other siblings (Carlos never, ever, talked to with me about his own sluttish life). Mom went to work as a live-in maid in Mr Correia's house when she was 16. The first night she was there, he went up to her room in the attic and showed her that her duties to her new boss didn't end when the lights were out. "I had to make her take it the first few times" he bragged "but once she got used to my big cock, she was begging for it like they all do". Mr Correia's second wife was pregnant with Vitor and was only too happy that he'd leave her alone and direct his undivided demanding attention to the little maid. Not surprisingly, the girl soon got pregnant herself. "I should have cum up her arse instead" he laughed "it would have done her good to get used to that right from the start, so she wouldn't make such a fuss every time she has to take it up the butt". "Of course I could have had her fixed, but I never liked the idea of my offspring ending up in a litter bin." My grandfather worked in the house as a driver, so my dad was conveniently at hand to father the child and later on marry the pregnant maid when they both were of age, in exchange for the house my family now lived in and a generous sum of money. It may sound like a 19 Century novel, but that wasn't so strange in backward, conservative 1950's Portugal. With the money, dad started a small auto-repair store that never had much success and ended up in the workshop of one of Mr Correia's auto concessions. Carlos was often around the house with my grandfather, and the secret didn't seem to bother anyone. Very typically, Mr Correia was even his godfather, and the 2nd Mrs Correia (soon replaced by the 3rd) was his godmother. One day, Mr Correia walked in on his son Vitor, 13, fucking the (supposed) driver's grandson, still 12. Though it was quite obvious that Vitor was in fact forcing Carlos to take it, Mr Correia slapped the younger boy and accused him of perverting his (legitimate) son. Carlos had always enjoyed coming to the rich Correia house and having the chance to play with all the toys with which Vitor and his brothers were spoiled, many of them imported novelties that would take years to reach the backward shops of Portugal, even if he could ever afford them. To a large extent, he had become a member of the family (which he, by nature, in fact was), but at the end of the day he was never allowed to forget he didn't belong by right to this rich world and was only allowed in by charity. In every little childish quarrel with Vitor, there was always a point when Carlos, taller and stronger, was having the upper hand and the rich boy used his "wild card" and firmly remembered the driver's grandson of his place. In time, their close friendship prevailed, but Vitor was solidly established as the dominating element of the two. When the time came for his first sexual exploits, Carlos soon found out that he had an additional price to pay for his life in the rich world, and Vitor made clear that he had no choice but to comply, or abandon a life that wasn't rightfully his. Carlos would do anything to avoid that. At first it wasn't much anyway. They found out together about masturbation. When Vitor decided that it was much better if someone else did it to him, Carlos became used to have to jerk off the rich boy. He could live with that, even if he felt terribly ashamed of doing it, but when Vitor told him he wanted him to suck him off as well, then it was too much. The two boys had a bad fight and Carlos didn't show up at the Correia house for over a week. That was about as much as he could resist. He eventually came back with his tail between his legs and told Vitor he would do it. Only by now the older boy decided to raise the stakes: blowjobs wouldn't be enough, he wanted to try "the real thing". Carlos knew he had no choice. After a while, he got used to it. The first times hurt like hell, but he even started to enjoy it, more than he would admit to himself. In fact, he started to enjoy it so much that one day he even came from being arse-fucked by Vitor, without jerking off (Vitor never let him masturbate in front of him). It was a horribly embarrassing moment. Vitor rubbed his face in his own jizz and scolded him just like he would a puppy that had pissed the floor. He cried all the way home. That was just a few days before the real father of both boys caught them in the act, and Carlos life changed dramatically. Poor Carlos, naked from the waist down, was dragged to Mr Correia's study. Behind locked door, the man terrified him with the threat of being exposed as a faggot pervert and both his father and grandfather being fired. More than anything, Mr Correia was furious that any son of his, even one of his several bastards, would let himself be fucked in the arse. The fact that he was being raped was irrelevant: in his mind, if Carlos was not man to fight it off, he deserved it. In fact, Carlos was stronger than Vitor and could have easily overpowered him. He was already a enthusiastic handball player and, though a few months younger, physically more powerful than Vitor, who was fortunate not to gain weight but was always too spoiled and lazy to bother with sports. In his anger, Mr Correia bent the half-naked boy over his desk, took out his leather belt and made sure he got a thrashing he'd never forget. He was so furious he even revealed to Carlos that he was his natural father, but only to make very clear that he'd never accept as his real son a whimpering pussy like him. When the brutal belting was finally over, Carlos was still holding to the sides of the desk, his naked smooth arse and upper legs glowing purple-red. Mr Correia had effectively vented out his anger, but the boy's ordeal was far from over. The anger had given place to lust: he loved boy-arse too much to pass such a tempting opportunity. Carlos's buns and legs were still boyishly smooth, but already slightly muscular, and even more appealing now that they were red-hot all over, radiating with sizzling heat. The youth probably didn't realise what was going to happen until he felt the man's fingers smearing some spit on his arse-lips. "If its cock you want, you dirty faggot, then daddy's going to show you how a real grown man cock feels like" he announced. At the same time he cruelly shoved and twisted 3 fingers inside the quivering boy's pussy, already slightly loosened by his rapist half-brother. Vitor had a sizeable cock for his age, but even though he had in fact been raping Carlos since they were 11, it could never truly prepare the younger boy to endure their dad's 22 cm [8.5"] beer-can thick cock. As the large phallus started to penetrate him, all the unfortunate Carlos could do was scream and kick helplessly against the desk. His father rammed his massive cock mercilessly into him, tearing his sphincter wide open. Mr Correia was never a gentle fucker in any situation, and this time he wanted it to be as much about his pleasure as inflicting the boy the most adequate punishment of all for dishonouring the proud Correia genes. If anything, he only regretted not having been the one to rape the little bastard's virgin hole. It was true that the tender opening still felt just as tight around his monster cock, but he couldn't savour the feeling of the boy's surprised reaction when he was forced for the first time to submit to another male's pleasure and discovered the sharp pain in his colon that would be branded in his memory forever, together with the ineluctable certainty that after that moment he could never become a whole, real man. Mr Correia's huge cock hammered ruthlessly in and out of the slobbering boy's arse for what felt to Carlos like an eternity. In reality, the tight, hot boy-cunt was too good for even an experienced sexual predator like Adolfo Correia to hold on for long. He didn't manage to hold on for more than 15 minutes. Carlos would learn at his own expense, later on, that his dad's stamina lasted far longer than that. When it was finally over, he stood from the desk and his whole body screamed in pain. The searing agony from his wrecked, swollen arse-hole forced him to tread carefully, keeping his legs together to avoid shitting himself, whining in pain, sobbing. It was too painful to try to contract his sphincter, so his hole stayed loose and gaping, leaking down the inside of his thighs a flow of cum, blood and shit. He didn't just feel the horrid slime dripping down his legs: he actually could taste it on his tongue. As soon as he pulled out of his son's raped arse, Carlos father went around the desk and presented his cock for cleaning. It took only a few vicious bitch-slaps to convince the boy to do it, but it was a miracle that he had been able to avoid throwing up. Only the threat of unimaginable punishment if he threw up on Mr Correia's expensive carpet made him muster all his strength to lick up the revolting slime without turning his stomach out. Before he finally unlocked his door and let his little bastard wobble out into the corridor, Mr Correia warned him "You'll be getting a lot of daddy's big cock from now on, bitch."