Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2009 16:31:41 -0000
From: port pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back - part 37

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 37


Once again, I was coming home exhausted and sore, and forced to clench my
aching sphincter to hold in the mounting pressure of the multiple loads of
filthy male sludge that I had been forced to take inside me all through
another long, arduous day of abuse.

I covered the short distance from the Correia house to my home walking
slowly down the empty street. In any case, I was too worn-out to run, even
if my cramping, cum-filled guts allowed me to. Now and then, a painful
cramp in my cum-bursting guts forced me to keep my legs closed tight so I
wouldn't shit my cargo of semen down my legs. I really regretted not having
taken the risk of emptying myself in the hall lavatory before escaping the
house.

Anyway, even if I could run I was in no hurry to get home, not after all I
had learned about my family.

Carlos had raped and abused me, but until today I still looked up to him as
an assertive, muscular, hairy, jock -- all that I knew I would never be
-- and even feel proud of him. Now I had seen my (half-) brother stripped
of his masculinity, forced to dress up like a cheap street whore and, worst
still, behaving like one, submitting eagerly to the degenerate lust of his
biological father and his Correia siblings.

As for my dear, caring mother, I had already seen her bent over the kitchen
table begging for the cock of some horny taxi-driver (in fact, one in the
long string of rapists I had myself been victim to that last horrendous
week). However, that didn't even come close to the shock of witnessing how
she as well relished in being an object of the Correias' depravity.

As for my father, I couldn't understand how any self-respecting male could
accept to marry a woman already pregnant with another man's baby, just out
of financial interest. And it was now even more painful to me that he
actually preferred his putative son to his real flesh and blood, as he had
repeatedly made clear to me all my life. In a way, I couldn't help enjoying
the irony of the older son he was so proud of reduced to being just another
sexual toy in the hands of the Correias.

When I finally arrived home, I was hoping that dad wouldn't there, but I
was disappointed to bump into him as soon as I past the door. I couldn't
help noticing how sloppy he looked, unshaven and wearing just some dirty
striped boxers, a stained wife-beater and bedroom slippers. It was the more
surprising, as he had always made a point to look his sharpest, even on
weekends. Dad was in his late thirties, but he was balding fast,
particularly on the top of the head. He didn't have much body hair -- I
suppose that was another feature I inherited from him -- and had never
been in much shape, though now he was clearly gaining weight.

He was on his way from the kitchen to the living room with a can of beer in
his hand and at first he simply seemed to ignore me. However, something
suddenly called his attention and made him turn to me, just as I already
started to make my way safely up the stairs, closer to the upstairs toilet
where I could at last relieve myself. He roughly pulled me down the few
steps I had climbed and looked straight into my face, with an inquisitive
look. I could clearly smell his drunken breath as he frowned his eyebrows
in an angry smirk. I didn't even realise what was the matter until, to my
horror, he forcefully rubbed his thumb over my lips and exhibited it in
front of my eyes, visibly smeared with bright-red lipstick. I had totally
forgotten to clean off the slutty make-up Anita had applied on me!

All those years, dad had never even raised a finger to me, but this time
his anger came down like lightning. "You faggot slut! You're a filthy
whore, just like your bitch mother!" he screamed, and slapped me so hard I
stumbled back and ended up on the floor by the kitchen door, holding on to
my burning cheek in terrified stupor. I had tears pouring down my eyes,
messing the dark eyeliner and making me look even sluttier. I crawled on
the floor, trying to escape his drunken fury, but he kicked me in the
stomach, causing me to bend over myself, coughing and spluttering. As I
tried to get up on my knees, he pushed his foot on my back and forced me to
sprawl on the cold kitchen floor. Then, he kicked me again, this time
hitting me viciously right between my legs, making me scream in agony as
his foot smashed against my pathetic little balls.

All the time he was screaming at me, calling me whore, bitch, slut and all
sorts of filth while I tried desperately to take shelter under the kitchen
table. He caught me by my shirt, tearing it apart as he used it to pull me
back to my feet and bend me face down over the marble-top table. I didn't
even consider resisting when he yanked my shorts and briefs down. He
slapped my naked arse, hard, again and again. I screamed and kicked around
powerlessly.

It got even worse when he suddenly pulled my smooth cheeks apart, exposing
my obscenely puffed out pucker. In spite of my desperate efforts to clench
my hole, I could feel the excess cum inside my guts sipping through the
dilated creases of my sphincter, making even more obvious that I had been
thoroughly and repeatedly sodomised. "They make me do it, daddy, I swear I
don't want to do it, but they make" I screamed, though he didn't even seem
to listen.

I whimpered as I felt two fingers jabbed forcefully into my aching
arse. Perhaps he thought I was keeping my sphincter clenched so tight to
keep him out, but in fact I was desperate to keep in the massive amount of
cum inside me. When he forced my ring open, I couldn't help letting out a
loud, squishy fart that projected a gush of stale sperm over his fingers
and on the floor. "Dirty whore" he screamed again, slapping my arse hard
and adding a third finger in my poor, agonising boy-pussy, twisting them
inside and forcing them as deep as he could into me.

"Who are they?" he asked. I raised my head, trying to understand the
question. My puzzled look only seemed to make him angrier. "You say 'they'
make you do it, you stupid faggot. Who are they? Who has been fucking your
pervert cunt?" he barked, digging his fingers deep inside me as if he
wanted to drive the question in.

"B... boys... at school... and some men... at the station" I
stammered. "Who else?" he shouted, cruelly twisting his fingers inside
me. "Inacio... and those other taxi drivers" I added. That didn't seem to
surprise him that much, making me wonder if he already knew about it. "Who
else, come on", he insisted. "And the Correias..." I confessed, immediately
regretting having let that name slip out.

"You are a filthy whore! A common tramp like your mother!" he shouted, and
his hand impacted again on my smooth arse, several times, making me jump up
and scream with each vicious slap. Then, I saw him pick up a wooden
cheese-board I had made at school, a square paddle with a round handle. He
used it to spank my arse brutally hard. I screamed and kicked like crazy
when the wooden board landed heavily on my tender arse, again and
again. Between slaps, he took his time calling me all sorts of filthy
names: whore, tramp, faggot, bitch, slut.  "I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry" I
pleaded "don't beat me any more, daddy, I'm so sorry", but the rhythm of
the painful slaps even seemed to increase, making my whole arse and upper
legs fiery purple red. All along, I kept letting out noisy cum-farts that
only added to his anger loudly reminding him of my depravity.

At last he seemed to have vented out most of his anger and the paddle
stopped. I didn't move, just holding on to the sides of the table. He bent
over me, as I slobbered and drooled with my face lying on the cold table
top, and whispered in my ear: "I should have done this to you long ago
instead of letting your bitch mother make a faggot out of you. Now it's
time for you to stop being 'mommy's boy' and become 'daddy's girl', do you
understand?"

I had been through more than enough that last week to realise perfectly
what he meant, even if it the prospect of being raped by my own father was
too horrible for me to even contemplate.

In any case, after the cruel spanking I had endured I had no strength to
resist him, or even to try to persuade him not to do it. He pulled me off
the table and dropped me down on my knees, in front of his crotch. "Take it
out, bitch" he commanded. Obediently, I fumbled with his boxers and freed
his cock.

He must've been particularly attentive to my reaction when I first saw his
cock.  I admit there was a disappointed sneer on my face at the sight of my
father's tiny dick, but I am positive it couldn't have been there for more
than a second before he furiously bitch-slapped me again, even harder this
time. "Is that not enough for you, slut?" he screamed right in my swollen,
tearful face, holding me up by the hair. "I've had your bitch mother
scorning at my cock for years, but I certainly won't take the same crap
from you little faggot punk. You're going to suck my cock and you're going
to love it, is that clear?"

I just nodded and compliantly opened my mouth when he rubbed his cockhead
on my lips. It was still not more than half-hard, at best, when I took it
in my mouth, but it eventually rose to full erection as I.

Even after I finally got it fully erect, dad's cock didn't measure more
than 6 cm [2 1/2"], with little more than 2 cm [1"] in diameter. While I
dutifully used my painfully acquired cock-sucker skills to give my father
the pleasure he demanded, I couldn't avoid thinking that he could hardly
satisfy my lust-crazed mother with that pitiful little prick, especially
after she had been knocked up by Mr Correia's masterful horse-cock. It
wasn't surprising that people would have been surprised that he actually
managed to get her pregnant with me, but my own pathetic little pecker
seemed the hardest evidence that I did carry his genes.

Another feature of his small dick was that it leaked over-abundantly,
quickly filling my mouth with the foul taste of salty precum as soon as I
got it erect.

Dad leaned back against the kitchen table and just enjoyed my blow-job. He
didn't try to fuck my mouth, but kept talking dirty to me all the
time. "Suck that cock like a good little whore. You are daddy's girl now,
so show me how you make men feel good." At the same time, I fingered his
ball-sack, rolling his little marble-size nuts inside the tight scrotum.

After just a few minutes, I felt his legs trembling and his cock throbbing
in my mouth, so I knew he was about to shoot. I decided I should prolong
his pleasure, so I let his cock pop out of my drooling mouth and for a
while dedicated myself just to sucking his minute nuts. I took then easily
into my mouth and licked them around. His cock didn't stop leaking, and
there was a string of pre-seminal fluid gushing from his gaping piss-slit
dripping down on my face as I worked on his testicles.

He appreciated my effort and complimented me on my skills. "Oh yes, you
know your business, you're definitely a good little whore." He was becoming
more tender and caring now. Started to run his fingers through my hair, and
the tone of his ranting changed as well. "Daddy loves his faggot girl" he
went on "make love to daddy's hard cock, baby, you do it so good, daddy
loves his little whore so much".

Just as I let go of his balls and prepared to move back to his dick and
finish my work, he pushed me away and pulled me up to my feet. "Lean on the
table, baby. Daddy wants some of that used pussy you have there".

After having been on my knees sucking his cock, you wouldn't imagine that
this new development could possibly feel so horrible to me as it did. I had
been arse-raped by my brother and an endless score of men and boys, and now
even my own father was about to do it. I had obediently submitted to his
abuse until then, but at this point something inside me made me resist his
intentions.

First, I pleaded uselessly with him not to do it, and then actually managed
to wrestle myself free from his grip. I even made it out of the kitchen and
almost got to the front door, taking advantage of the fact that he had his
boxers down to his knees. Instinctively, I almost opened the door and ran
out, but I realised I was stark naked and couldn't do that, so I decided to
run up the stairs and lock myself in my room. That moment of indecision was
when he caught up with me, easily dragging me down as I started to make my
way up the stairs.

The most immediate effect of my unexpected bout of rebellion was shunning
away any tenderness on his part. He bitch-slapped me and angrily screamed
at me "It's not big enough for you, is that it, you filthy slut?" I
realised in horror that he had misinterpreted my attempt to escape as
another show of scorn at his tiny penis, but any attempt to explain myself
was obviously useless. He roughly dragged me back to the kitchen and bent
me again on the table, with my big, round arse pumped up.

I shivered as he picked up the cheese-board again. "Looks like you still
haven't learned your lesson, you stupid cunt", he barked, right before
landing it again on my already bruised buttocks, maybe even harder than
before, extracting from me a fresh scream of agony. My helpless screaming
repeated itself for about a dozen brutal slaps before dad finally rested
the paddle down, panting from the anger as much as the physical effort.

"Spread you cunt for me, bitch" he commanded. My swollen arse-lips winced
at the feeling of cold air as I obediently parted my burning cheeks, with a
tearful whimper. As I exposed my over-used fuck-hole, I could still feel
sperm leaking out.

I whimpered again when dad rammed his little cock inside me. He evidently
tried to penetrate me as brutally as he could, intent on punishing me for
my slutiness and, most of all, for my perceived disdain for his
penis. Nevertheless, I hardly flinched as his cock entered my loose,
dripping cunt. After all, even most boys that had fucked me were hung much
bigger than dad, and I had had to endure rape by adult cocks almost four
times as large. Even so, it still felt very uncomfortable to have his hard
pecker rubbing on my raw, swollen arse-lips.

As dad grunted above me, slamming his pelvis against my arse, I found
myself envying my half-brother: he too was raped by his biological father,
but at least his dad was someone he could look up to, an assertive,
successful, strong -- and hung - man. Carlos could even feel proud of his
siblings -- excluding me, of course -- for as much as they raped,
humiliated and tortured him. I, on the contrary, only had a spineless
father with a pathetic dick; a shameless, debauched mother; and, of course,
a pervert, feminized, jock half-brother. Clearly, Carlos had inherited his
strong physique from his father's side, but the whorish genes we shared
from our mother had condemned him to be nothing but the Correia family's
submissive bitch.

All this crossed my mind in lightning speed, for dad's sexual performance
didn't seem any better than his poor equipment. He did try to show some
stamina and delay his orgasm -- even angrily blamed me for making him cum
too soon -- but in just a few minutes after he entered my hot, slimy
fuck-hole, he was grunting and squirming and shooting inside me. There
weren't any of the powerful spurts of semen that I had felt bursting
through my guts from so other men, and if it weren't for his grunts I might
not even realise that his small cum-load had joined all the fuck-slime I
had inside from the Correias he detested so much.

For a moment -- probably longer than the actual intercourse, in fact --
he rested on top of me, regaining his breath. At last, he raised himself. I
started to pull myself up as well, but he slapped my arse and ordered me to
stay in position. I looked around, wondering what else he could have in
mind, and saw him open the fridge, fumble inside for a second, then, with a
vicious grin, produced a large zucchini -- some 25 cm [9"] -- and
exhibited it before my horrified stare.

"You love big cocks, just like your mother, don't you baby?" he said in a
sarcastic tone, sliding his hand up and down the green mast. "Daddy is
going to fuck his horny girl with a big cock until she has her
orgasm. That's the reward for being a good little whore for daddy."

I started begging and whimpering again, but once more it was all
useless. He came round behind me, and almost immediately I felt the cold,
rugged tip of the large zucchini forcing its way through my throbbing
sphincter. I didn't stop begging and crying while he mercilessly went on
pushing the massive vegetable dildo into me.

"Daddy is giving his slut girl the big cock she needs. You love daddy's big
cock, don't you baby?" I didn't answer fast enough, so he slapped my
bruised arse hard and repeated the question. "Answer me, bitch! You love my
big cock and want me to fuck you hard with it, don't you?" I knew I had no
choice but to comply. "Yes daddy, I love your big cock, please fuck me hard
with your big cock, daddy", I mumbled between sobs.

Fortunately my cum-slick guts were perfectly lubricated to let the intruder
slide in, but it was still agony to feel my already battered colon being
over-stretched to fit the huge vegetable, larger than any cock I had had to
take, with the additional discomfort of its refrigerated coldness inside
me.

The green phallus was slick with arse-slime and had fortunately warmed up
when dad started to fuck the zucchini gently in and out of my arse. It
didn't hurt so much, and I even I started to feel my arse hugging and
massaging the hard zuchinni, as if it were a real human penis. To make my
wantonness embarrassingly more obvious, I started having an erection, and
my little penis -- still tinier than dad's, even when after I became an
adult -- throbbed anxiously every time the solid mass of the zucchini
rubbed against my sensitive prostate.

This slow, enticing fuck lasted for a few minutes, and then dad started to
pick up speed, ramming the zucchini faster and rougher in and out of me. I
was in agony again, but the sexual arousal he had awakened in me only grew
stronger. Teasingly, he suddenly stopped moving the green dildo, and I
started pumping my cunt on it, for as much as I felt horrified to be once
again overpowered by my own uncontrolled lust. "Yes baby, that's it" he
laughed "show daddy how much his little slut loves daddy's big cock. I'm
going to fuck you until you have your orgasm to show daddy how much you
love his huge green cock."

I knew he wouldn't stop until I came, so I resorted to the most effective
way I knew to drive me to orgasm: I started pinching my own nipples, gently
at first, then as cruelly as I could bare, the same as I had repeatedly
suffered from many abusers before.

However, right when I first pinched really hard, dad had inserted the
zucchini deep inside me, keeping it out of my anus just enough so he could
hold it with his fingers. As my sphincter unexpectedly clenched viciously
tight, dad lost his grip and the whole 25 cm [9"] vegetable was sucked into
my colon.

Relieved to be able to close down after being brutally stretched wide for
so long, my sphincter clenched tight around the end of the zucchini. I
whimpered as I felt the massive bent cylinder go even deeper inside, at the
same time burning with lust from the increased friction on my tender
prostate. After a few seconds, it dawned on me that I might actually not be
able to expel the huge object that was now stuffed inside me. My first
attempts to shoot it back out only made my fears more justified. I begged
dad to help me, as I frantically tried to wriggle the thing out, digging my
fingers into my gaping hole. With the tip of my fingers, I could feel the
broader end of the zucchini budge with my desperate bowel movements, but it
didn't seem any closer to coming out.

Dad had been laughing loudly as he watched my arse-cunt suck in the whole
25 cm [9"] zucchini, and then at my frantic efforts to expel it. Now, he
decided to make the best of the situation. "You greedy slut! You really
wanted that big cock all the way inside you, didn't you? Now it's not
coming out until you orgasm like I told you to", he announced, before
adding an additional threat "and if you dare push it out, I'll make you
take it inside you to school tomorrow and keep it up your cunt the whole
day."

Knowing I had no choice, I tried to concentrate again on making myself
cum. Dad did give me a little help, as he decided to try out the effect
nipple-play had on me. With him viciously pinching and twisting my poor
tits, harder than I could possibly ever inflict on myself, my wicked anal
pussy responded by chewing eagerly on the large vegetable stuffed inside
me, scratching it wildly on my prostate. At least I did feel getting closer
and closer to orgasm and, hopefully, to the end of my torment.

However, watching my big round arse rolling and pumping as the zucchini
masturbated me inside must've given dad a new, cruel idea. To my
disappointment, he let go of my nipples. I started mauling them again
myself, though I didn't have the courage to do it quite as viciously --
and effectively -- as he did.

Then I realised why he add let go of my nipples, as the cheese-board came
landing on my hyper-sensitive, swollen buttocks.

The situation was horribly similar to what I had just witnessed the same
afternoon when Carlos had had the King-Kong dildo stuck inside his
arse. Strangely, the explosion of agonising pain every time the paddle
impacted brutally on my arse seemed to bring me to the orgasm I so
desperately prayed for. My little dick -- which had remained constantly
hard and throbbing since dad had first gently fucked me with the zucchini
-- was now leaking a thin string of precum that hang from my piss-slit,
swinging as my poor body jerked with each blow of the cheese-board.

After a good dozen slaps of the paddle, I finally came, to my father's
joyful cheer and my agonising relief. It was probably the most abundant
orgasm I had had so far in my short, but extremely active, sex life. Three
or four small spurts of clear fluid gushed from my minute penis and
splashed against the side of the table.

Having complied with my father's demand, I begged him to help me take out
the zucchini -- which was quickly becoming excruciatingly unbearable
inside me, in my orgasmic aftermath. Instead of helping me, he first made
me to lick my own salty mess from the side of the table, which I diligently
did. Then, to my horror, he started telling me off for being a greedy slut
and wanting to keep the zucchini up my faggot cunt. He even came again with
the threat of forcing me to take it to school inside me and keep it in all
day long. I swore it wasn't true, that I hated it inside me, but he kept on
with his little game and I had no choice but to just crouch down on my own
and try to shit out the dreadful vegetable, with him standing above me,
shouting filth.

At first, all my efforts were useless, but at last I felt the 25 cm [9"]
object budge inside me. With my joyful cry of relief, it suddenly shot out
of my arse, landing on a pool of slime on the kitchen floor. Having opened
my anus so wide to let it out, the whole amount of sperm I still held
inside me came gushing out after the zucchini, splashing on the floor
around it.

Dad started shouting at me again, telling me to clean up the mess with my
tongue. I had to clean up the zucchini, following dad's instructions to
lick it and suck it like a real cock. Then, still sobbing and whimpering, I
had to lick off the slime from the floor. Every time I seemed less
diligent, dad used the cheese-board to give me an additional incentive,
landing it viciously on my tender arse.

Only then did he tell me to upstairs and clean myself up, picked up his
beer again and went back to the living room to watch his soccer game, as if
nothing much had happened.

Relieved that it was all over, I ran up the stairs -- well, I tried to,
but I was far too sore to run -- showered and went to bed. I was so
exhausted I quickly cried myself to sleep.