Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2007 14:03:04 -0000
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
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.