Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2022 21:18:28 -0300 From: Raphael Adurra Subject: MAKING-ME-THEIR-LITTLE-BITCH - 9 This story was previously published in the High School section but has been edited for the Authoritarian section, where it works better. With my American reader's help, the text was shortened, some characters disappeared, and aspects of D/s were reinforced. This is a work of fiction, with same-sex sex scenes, and intended for an adult audience. The action takes place in the 70s, before AIDS, COVID, and the cell phone. The author owns the copyright to this and all other chapters of the story. Please consider donating to Nifty. https://donate.nifty.org/ --------------------------------- MAKING-ME-THEIR-LITTLE BITCH -- 9 It was full sunlight when I woke up and saw a piece of paper lying on the sheet where Paco's body had been. It was a note in which he told me he had left early because he needed to get back to work. He also warned me not to forget about Nico. I took the advice to heart and thought a lot about Nico that day. He was threatening to expose my secret, and I needed to stop him from doing that. But how? Could Paco help me? While Paco was sexually aggressive, and always demanding something he felt I was obligated to provide, he also seemed to enjoy being around me. Did he like me or was it just a strategy to always have a tight, warm hole available for him to stick his fat cock in? Were he and Nico playing good cop, bad cop? I wasn't sure of anything, but I was getting desperate, and he was my only option, my only hope to successfully reason with Nico. Maybe he could convince his friend to keep his mouth shut. I decided to go home and talk to Paco. I called my mom the next morning and she picked me up in the late afternoon. During the return trip, she asked, "Why did you decide to come back now?" I replied that I had remembered some things I needed to prepare for the start of classes. She looked at me quizzically. "What?" I asked, annoyed. She commented that I wasn't the only one who was returning early from vacation. "Who else is coming back?" I asked. "Paulo, our neighbor. I spoke to his mother this morning. When I told her you were coming home, she told me that Paulo was coming back too." I recalled that Paulo had told me about that. "Now you'll have company," my mother continued cheerfully. "You don't need to be alone anymore." Now, I was even more worried. If Nico started telling his friends what he knew about me, it wouldn't be long before Paulo found out. I had to stop that. The next morning, I thought about getting on my bike and going to the cafeteria where Paco worked. I went up with the intention of speaking with him, but when I got there, I changed my mind. I remembered he worked in the same place as Alex, and I didn't want to encounter Alex. I was still ashamed by what had happened in the woods. Paco was visible in the distance, but I'm not sure if he noticed me. I simply turned around and rode my bike back to my house. When the phone rang early in the afternoon, I was still trying to figure out how to reach Paco outside of his workplace. I quickly responded with a glimmer of hope that it was him. "Sup, man?" I froze at the sound of Nico's voice. I thought about hanging up, but I couldn't. His voice gave me an instant erection and I felt totally passive. "The day is fucking hot," he continued. "Paco lent me his bike. We can ride together." My ecstasy was now mixed with dread, the dread of being so open to his direction. Unable to hang up, I asked myself, how had he found out I had come home? "Hi, Nico," I managed to get out. "I'm waiting at the same place," he said. "Don't forget your speedo." "Wait, Nico..." Shit! He hung up. I ran to the bathroom and prepared to meet him. Why the hell didn't that boner subside? All that just from hearing his voice? Or was it the tone of his command? When I was outside and at the gate of my house, I stopped and told myself that this needed to end. Nico couldn't treat me this way. I shouldn't be so passive. If I let him do that, I would be his eternal hostage. After a moment of indecision, I went back inside the house feeling victorious and terrified at the same time. What if Nico got angrier at my attitude and carried out his threats? Fuck. I needed to talk to Paco. He must have known by now that I was back. How could I contact him without going to his work? I was drowning in doubts when I heard a knock on the kitchen door. It could be Paco, I thought, since he may have seen me at his workplace. I ran to see who was knocking. Upon opening, I saw Nico. How was it possible?! He had said he would be waiting for me. I looked at him, transfixed, feeling fear and anguish. With his arm braced against the doorjamb, sweating, and wearing nothing but shorts and sneakers, like the first time we met, he was smiling without reason, which was not a good sign. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "A sixth sense warned me that you would be confused," he replied, in a man's voice that announced itself from his teenage body. "You shouldn't have come," I said. "My mom..." "Give me a break!" he said. "Your mother is at work and only comes back at night. We're gonna have enough time." He slid his hand over his shorts, making sure I noticed the outline of his cock. "We need to talk," I mumbled. "What?" "We need to talk, Nico. I need to know..." "Okay," he interrupted me again. "I would prefer to do hotter things, but if you want, we can talk." "Really? So? Can we talk?" I asked, excited by what he had just said. "Yeah," he said, taking a step forward. I quickly moved my body aside for him to enter. In the living room, I pointed to a sofa for him to sit on, but he said he preferred my bedroom. "We can be more comfortable there," he told me. I thought to myself it would be better to keep him in the living room. "Are we going to talk or not?" he asked. We went to my bedroom. He sat on my bed, legs spread, and looked at the posters on the wall, the desk I used to study, and the little bookcase filled with books and records. I followed his inspection while standing in the middle of the room, surreptitiously observing his dirty blond hair with a crew cut, light green eyes... He was a fucking handsome boy! When he was done, he looked at me and said, "Take off your shirt, shorts, and sneakers." "What?!" I asked. "You heard me. I know under your shorts you're wearing your red speedo." "How do you know that?" I asked. "Are you wearing it or not?" "Yes... How do you know?" "I told you to wear it. Move, Leo." "Nico, weren't we going to talk?" "C'mon don't be such a girl with this `can we talk?' stuff," he said. "After all, you wore it for me, didn't you? So let me see it." This wasn't what I expected, but I thought it best to do what he wanted so we could start our conversation right away. I took off my shirt, shorts, and sneakers, and stood before him, wearing only that fucking too-tight speedo. "Good," he said. "Turn your back to me." "Nico..." "Do it. Let me see your booty." "Ok, but then we'll talk, right?" I asked, already turning my back on him. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed as I turned around. "Alex is totally right!" "What? What does Alex have to do with my ass?" I asked, not understanding. "He talked so much about your ass after he fucked you, I needed to see it again. Fuck, Leo, are you aware of the treasure you have there? I bet you aren't." "Can I turn around?" I asked, embarrassed. "Are you listening to me, boy? Do you have any idea how juicy your ass is? How plump?" "You already told me that, Nico," I replied. "Can we talk now?" "Sorry, boy. I think this conversation will have to wait a little longer," he said, getting off the bed and hugging me from behind. "Seems to me these butt cheeks are calling out to get fucked." "Nico, you promised me." I almost jumped when he rammed his tongue into my right ear, bit the earlobe lightly, and said, "I can't wait any longer, I need this ass now." He held me, tightening his arms around my chest, and pressing his cock into my ass. "Stop this," I reacted. "You promised you'd talk to me." "Okay, you want to talk? So, let's talk," he said, not letting go of me. "Start by telling me why you ran away from me? Why did you deny me this ass for days? I had a lot of fun planned for us when you skipped out." "Nico, that's not what I wanted to talk about." "Oh, no? So, what about? Do you want to know what I think of you? I think you were made for get fucked, and as I was the first to show that to you, you had no right to run away from me. Why didn't you pick up the phone when I called, bitch?" "I wanted to talk about you," I said hesitatingly. "Talk about me or about my rod? Isn't it true that faggots like you can only think about your man's cock?" Damn. Only a few minutes had passed, and Nico was already in charge, controlling the topic of conversation, and angrier with me than ever. I had to think fast. I needed to get him to talk about his intentions. I needed to make him promise not to tell anyone else about my secret. My neighbor and friend Paulo couldn't know. Nobody could know. Nico licked my ear and asked me if I liked Alex's cock. I was puzzled by the question. I wasn't interested in discussing Alex's dick. However, thinking that this could be the start of the conversation I wanted, I replied that I liked certain things about the meeting with Alex in the forest and despised others. "Oh, yeah?" He said with condescension and a tone that dared me to say anything about the encounter that I didn't like. "I don't have a pussy," I answered. That was the first thing that occurred to me. Nico laughed and said, "He wanted to be nice to you when he said that." "I didn't like it. And I didn't like being blindfolded either. Why did you do that?" He ran his tongue over the back of my neck and replied that Alex had asked for it. Wow. At least we were talking, I thought. "Why did he ask for that?" I asked. "Well, I think I can tell you why because you're not going to go around saying you were cornholed by him, are you, Leo?" "No, I won't, Nico. How about you?" I asked in rebuttal. I said that, thinking it was a good time to introduce the subject I wanted to talk about, but he ignored me. Returning to my previous inquiry, he said, "Look, Alex is going to get engaged in a few days as soon as he reaches 18. He figured his future wife, and her family wouldn't want to know he'd been fucking a faggot. It would be safer if you didn't know who was fucking you, so I put the blindfold on you. He loved it by the way. Did you know that? He won't fuck you again though because he's afraid of being found out." "Only for that reason?! What if I didn't want to anymore? Would he fuck me anyway?" I asked, realizing that Nico didn't consider what I wanted or didn't want. "Only if I authorized him to do so," he replied, smirking. "Who told him about me?" I asked. "You or Paco?"" "It was me. I wanted to thank him for the favor he did for Paco, helping him get the job. Paco really needed it." I had suspected that. Nico used my body to pay back a favor. He rested his chin between my neck and my shoulder and asked me again if I liked Alex's cock. I thought for a moment and decided it would be better to say yes, I liked it. He moved his chin from side to side, which made me shiver. "And which rod did you like best? Mine or Alex's?" "Yours," I replied. "Good answer, bitch," he said, flexing his cock in my ass. I wanted him to believe that I was accepting the role he had assigned me, which was to be his bitch, and to keep him satisfied as well as his friends. The roughness of his cock pressed against my ass, the kisses and bites on my ear and neck, and his hands on my nipples told me he was very horny. He hadn't fucked in my absence, it was obvious. I had disrupted his plan for me to be his and his friends' summer star. He slipped his hand into the elastic of my speedo and pushed it down. When the swimsuit hit the ground and I broke free of it, he kicked it away. I was pushed to the bed. He got me on all fours, walked away to take off his shorts and sneakers, and knelt behind me. His hand slipped between my buttocks, while he grabbed his shorts and took something from his pocket. It was the same lube that Paco had used two days ago. He started smearing it on me. He was so eager that this time he didn't want to be sucked, didn't want me to sniff and lick his balls, didn't want any foreplay. He slipped a finger into my hole, all the way to the bottom. "Fuck, Leo. Your ass is holding my finger like it doesn't want to let go. I think it wanted something big and thick inside it." I moaned. For my plan to work, I had to show Nico he was arousing me. He slipped two fingers in, made a slight twisting motion, and moved them back and forth. When he thought I was wide open, he wiped his hand on the sheet, grabbed my hips, and lined up his cock head with my ass crack. I turned my face back and asked if we could try something different. "What?!" he asked, trying to push me back. "Let me show you. I think you'll like it, but if you don't, we'll do it your way." Suspicious, he agreed. I told him to lie on his back on the bed and I straddled him. I had never been fucked in that position, but I figured it would best suit what I had in mind. I was barely mounted and already felt Nico's cock head threatening to enter. The son of a bitch was ready. "Hold my cock, Leo. Hold it up and sit on it," he demanded. I grabbed it and pointed it up, but instead of pushing it in, I slid its head up and down through the crevice of my ass. "Ohh!" I moaned, wanting to show him that I was enjoying this. I was faking it, but a part of me was really enjoying it. Slightly curved up, long, thick, and uncut, his tool felt so good as it slid up and down. Sometimes I tried to put its head in the hole and sit down, but then I stopped and controlled myself. When he lifted his hips up to attack me, I jerked myself out of the way. The longer I held him back, the better. At first, he liked it. He understood I needed more foreplay, and he could make that concession for his bitch. When he realized, however, that I was stretching out the foreplay and putting off what he wanted, he got angry. "Stop it, you fucking faggot!" he barked. "Let me in." My hard cock gave a little jump. I looked down and saw his big cock trying to penetrate me. "I want you," I said, squirming over his body, showing that I was ready to sit up and ride him. "I want you inside me." "Oh, yeah? So why don't you sit down on it, faggot?" he asked. "Just one more minute, Nico. Please." "Stop it. Sit on my fucking cock. Now!" His hands came up to my shoulders and pressed me down so that his cock would slide through my crevice. That prompted me to test the advantage of my position over him. I pushed his arms down, pressing them against the mattress, and sat on his stomach, immobilizing him. He gasped, surprised. Before he reacted, I caught his cock and stroked it. "Don't challenge me," he warned. I lifted my body, to get back to feeling his cock ride my ass crevice. I moaned with the head touching the hole, pressing into it. My cock was so hard that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself another minute. "Easy, Nico, easy. I'll give you what you want," I said, spreading my legs wider. "I'll take care of you." I lodged his cockhead into my hole. He let out a long moan. I contrived to leave only its head inside, released his arms, and asked him not to move for just one more minute. I needed to drive him crazy. "I can feel how hungry your ass is, Leo," he said. "It is sucking the head of my cock. It's asking for more. Stop resisting, faggot." He was right. My body was one step away from betraying me. "Are you enjoying it?" I asked. "Why are you doing this? You know you want my big rod inside you. "You're crazy for my tool." "You're right, Nico," I replied. "I want to feel your cock inside me and your cum, but I need you to do something for me before then." "What? Speak, faggot." My plan was working! I told him I wanted the truth. "The truth? Which truth?" he asked. "Can you stop moving your damn cock and listen to me for a minute?" I asked. "Just for a minute?" "Go ahead," he said. I started wondering how he knew so many things about me. Why did he always make me promise that I would never say I was forced to do anything? Was it true that he was going to cheat on his deal and tell other people about me? "That's all?" he asked when I finished. "Don't you think that's enough to start?" I answered. "Fuck, Leo, how slow you are. I thought you already knew more." "I don't understand." "I let you talk because I wanted to know what you had already figured out." "Nico, what are you talking about?" "I won't tell you now," Nico retorted. "I want to know now," I said, raising my voice, "I have the right." "No, you don't, Leo. I'm going to finish what we started." "I won't let you. Either you tell me or..." "Or what, faggot?!" he said, as he raised his arms, grabbed my shoulders, and pushed me down onto his dick, which was still hard even after that pause. "Wait, wait..." I cried out, trying to get free. It was useless. "Nooo!" I gasped in pain as I felt him shove his dick inside me all at once. "Yeah, bitch. End of the game. Take it!" He said, holding his pelvis up and feeling my asshole spasm and convulse around it. "This pussy is mine. Mine, do you understand? I conquered it first. I do what I want with it!" After holding me for a few seconds in that agony, he pulled my torso down to his chest and spun around, taking me with him. When I realized what was happening, he had already laid me on my back on the bed and was on top of me, lifting my legs, until they were pressed against my shoulders, bending me in half. I looked at him, not understanding where he had gotten all that strength from one moment to the next. "Surprised, faggot?" he asked me, with a malevolent smile. "Did you think you were in control here? No, you weren't. I just wanted to see where you were going. But now it's over." He grabbed a pillow and placed it under my butt, lifting it in the air, and fully exposing my hole. I was on full display for him as his strong body covered me. His cock, which had come out of me when he turned his body, pulsed, and flexed in the air while coated with that shiny goo and his precum. "Now you're where I want you to be, cunt," he said, as his cock pressed my hole. "If you want, go ahead and fight me. I'll just have more fun and you're not gonna stop me. " "Nico, you're not going to rape me, are you?" "You're not going to keep pretending, are you? Stop lying to yourself, Leo. You wanna get fucked by me and you're gonna get what you want. Look at your hard cock. It's more honest than you are. There's your true self." "I don't have a pussy..." He slapped me across the face. I held still, shocked, my mind trying to process what just happened. "I'm pissed at you," he yelled, slapping me again. "Why did you run away from me, little bitch? Why didn't you answer my calls? Why didn't you meet me today?" I had never seen him like that, so angry. Paco hadn't been exaggerating when he told me his friend was pissed off at me. I felt scared and tried to react. "Nico, you have no right..." His hand came down once more to my face and struck again. What was going on?!! "Yes, I have the right! I took your cherry, pussyboy! I exposed who you really are!" he barked. "That gives me all the rights. I have the right to do what I want with you. Me and my friends. They have the right to call you whatever I say they can. If they say you have a pussy, then you have a pussy!" He thrust into my hole, and angrily asked, "So tell me, what is this?" I didn't respond. He pushed into my hole again, and repeated his question, "Leo, what is this?" Again, I didn't respond. Finally, he raised his hand, ready to strike, his lips were tight with anger, and asked a third time. This time, I responded quietly, in a defeated tone, "It's a pussy." He glared at me for a few seconds and then, more quietly though still with anger in his voice continued, "I wanted to have fun with you over our summer. Instead of running away, you should thank me, whore. Instead of pretending you don't enjoy it or that you're being forced to do things you don't want to do, you should confess that you love it all, that you loved every fucking minute you spent in the woods with me, Alex, and Paco." He looked straight into my eyes, spit forcefully in my face, and asked, "You got it, Leo? Answer me!" With spit running down my face and still not understanding all the humiliation, but very scared, I replied, "Yes, Nico. I got it." "Good," he said. He lifted my legs, rested his cockhead at my hole door, and drove it all the way. I moaned and turned my head to the side so I wouldn't face him. He hit me in the face again and said, "Look me in the eyes, faggot. Look at your man while he fucks you." He pushed his hips farther forward and took it out. I looked down. His moist, glistening dick throbbed in the air. He was tremendously excited. Was it me? Or was it the feeling of power that turned him on the most? He pointed his cock at the hole and shoved it back in again. He kept it inside and, turning back to face me, he observed me for a while, paying attention to the reactions on my face. What did he see? Pain? Surrender? Fear? Desire? All these together? He pushed my legs up towards my chest, and in full control of my body, moved his hips in a small circle. Damn! I could feel his cock poking at my guts from all angles, giving me new sensations. Was I starting to enjoy it? His dick hit that secret point, which made my own cock harder. Even with slapping, spitting, pain, and humiliation, my dick stayed hard all the time. "Feel my big rod, Leo. Squeeze it inside you." I immediately obeyed him while wondering how he could have such control over me. "Yeah, faggot. You're fucking loving this, aren't you?" Step by step, Nico compelled me to disclose feelings I was ashamed of. I still attempted to deny it, but he was making it clear to me that feeling a young man's rigid hardon entering my ass and battering itself into me, while painful at first, filled me with great satisfaction. In an instinctive reaction, my hands ran across the muscles of his arms and chest, feeling the strength of his athletic body. "Yeah, feel your man, Leo. You get crazy when I use you, don't you?" He increased the pace of his movements and fucked me as if my only earthly function was releasing his pent up carnal desires. With his spittle still running down my face and recalling the slaps he had given me, I asked myself how I was being turned on by his desire and authority. All I wanted was to service him. I heard myself moaning and gasping, trying to take the brutal fucking he was giving me. His thrusting was rough and hard. My body lifted off the bed every time he rammed his dick home. He lowered himself onto me and approached my face, watching me, inspecting his cornered prey, giving witness to my fall, my gasping breath, my pleasure in submitting to him. I could see the pleasure on his face. An immense, priceless, proudful, pleasure. Was there something sadistic in it? Yes, there was, but it was something more powerful than that, and I couldn't define it. He pulled his cock out of me, looked at my ass, its gate trying to close, and asked me, "You want my rod back inside you, Leo?" "Yes, Nico, please," I answered, an accomplice in my own subjugation. I was powerless to do anything except to be used. I wrapped my legs around his torso to pull him deeper into me. He grinned, put a hand to my neck, squeezed it as if he were going to suffocate me, and started pounding me nonstop, brutally, sending waves of pain and pleasure throughout my bowels. My asshole felt like it would split, but I didn't care. He told me he was doing it to show me where I belonged and what I was for. Moments later, fucking me with all the energy in his body, he started yelling, "Take it, whore. My whore. You belong to me, Leo!" Suddenly, I was rewarded with a wild roar, his cock coating my twitching hole with his cum. I could feel his rod pulsing. He drove it as deeply as he could and then fell on top of me. The sweat was sliding off his face and chest and he rested there some time, until his cock softened and slid out of me. He rolled over onto his back, his tanned skin glowing, his mouth open as he gasped for air. I reached out for his dick and milked the shaft, drawing out the last of his load. I scooped it up and brought it to my mouth, licking and swallowing it. After that, Nico rested beside me while I softly caressed his cock and balls. I couldn't get enough of that wet, fucking tool. He seemed to appreciate my touch and breathed calmly and contentedly. I noticed his cock starting to get fat again, and he turned to face me, smiled, and turned me, stomach down. Following that, I felt some nice, gentle lips on my buttocks. He pulled one cheek away from the other and admired my hole, which must have been still gaping a little and glistening with lube and cum. Lastly, he slapped the right side of my ass, and asked, "Do you want my big cock in your little hole, again?" What? Was it possible he was already ready for another one? Thinking it was just a tease, I wiggled my ass and let out a moan. He slapped the other side of my ass harder. "Tell me you want it, cunt!" "I want it, Nico!" I responded promptly. "I knew it! You always want more cock. The more, the better, eh, faggot?" He straddled me and started rubbing his cock against my ass. Fuck! He had just busted a nut and was getting hard again? I felt the dickhead sliding between my slimy asscheeks, searching for my asshole. His entire weight was now on me. He was heavy, but I loved feeling him, holding me down. "Oh, man! Oh, man!" I groaned as he bit the nape of my neck, realizing this was exactly where I wanted to be. I wanted to be underneath Nico. I wanted to be his. He gripped my shoulders and fucked me. Again. Harder. Then he released my shoulders, lifted his body into a pushup position, and rammed so hard that I screamed. Sometimes I felt pain, but at no time did I think about asking him to stop. That had already been settled. I continued to lift my ass to meet his every inward thrust, feeling his pelvic bone crashing against my buttocks, his cock in and out, growing fatter. He sweated more and took longer than the first time, but not much longer. Minutes later, he shuddered, stiffened all his muscles, and his tool started to throb more strongly. He was again shooting jets of his cum inside me. My greedy ass devoured every drop. When he finished depositing his load, he turned over, and said, "You're mine, Leo. Don't think I'm going to let you get away." He stood up, pulled on his shorts and footwear, and walked away before I could say anything. He turned around at the bedroom door and reminded me that I hadn't done anything I didn't want to and added with derision, "Cuz you're a faggot." He left me with my hard cock. He hadn't even looked at it, making it clear that my needs didn't matter. He simply regarded me as the faggot who was supposed to serve him. --------------------------------- Readers' messages are always welcome. Please let me know what you think of the story and give in any suggestions you may have.