Date: Sat, 7 Nov 2009 16:57:17 +0000
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back #41

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 41

As the last boys raping me - those that had had to wait until after
everyone else had used me - suddenly hurried out, the locker room fell
strangely silent. For a second, I felt relieved that my nightmare was
over. Still panting and snorting, I slumped face down on the wooden bench,
trying to gather strength to raise myself up.

After having fooled myself to believe I could put an end to all the sexual
abuse I had suffered in the last days and regain control of my life, I had
ended up raped once more by Gil, this time in front of virtually the whole
school and then publicised as the public whore and offered free as
"commercial promotion" to the crowd of lust-crazed teenagers.

Every muscle in my body ached and I was literally drenched in stale, drying
boy-cum. In the storm of teenage animal lust that Gil had released on me,
with dozens of horny school boys of all ages using me for their sexual
satisfaction, probably as many had cum all over me as inside my mouth of
arse, unable to hold back their lust until they could get a chance to reach
one of my available holes. Even so, I still had dozens of loads of sperm
filling my colon and my stomach and a pervasive taste of boyish cocks and
semen filling my mouth to remind me of what I had just been through.

Then, as I tried to push myself up, I heard the sharp, metallic sound of
the door lock closing. My blood froze. I didn't dare look, but I knew he
was there. I stood still, with my eyes closed, my eyelids caked with dried
sperm, hoping against hope that I would be wrong.

I wasn't. "So, you little slut, looks like you've been very busy". There
was a mix of anger and contempt in Thunder's roaring voice as it echoed in
the empty locker room. I started crying. "Please leave me alone, please" I
begged, but instead I heard the heavy boots of the school janitor on the
tiled pavement as he came ominously closer to me. He had been the first man
to rape my arse, and I had no doubt about what he wanted this time.

I yelped as he landed his hand heavily on my right buttock. Next, I felt
his rough fingers spreading my plump cheeks wide apart. He whistled at the
sight of my swollen, abused boycunt. "Fucking hell! It seems you've been
fucked by a whole regiment since I took your cherry a week ago! You really
have been busy, haven't you, bitch?" His fingers moved around my anus,
feeling the heat of my puffed-out arse lips. "I don't want to. They make me
do it, I swear" I dumbly blurted out between sobs.

"Maybe you do hate it... but your VAGINA certainly loves it" he
sniggered. The way he heavily stressed that horrible word made me certain
that somehow he had been watching when Gil had made me use it in front of
all the other boys, and probably witnessed the whole degrading
gangfuck. Just as he said that, two of his thick, rough fingers pushed into
my sore pussy. As he stretched my bloated arse-lips open, I couldn't avoid
the added embarrassment of releasing a huge fart of cum that gushed out
around his fingers.

"Lick my fingers clean, you nasty cum-dump" he ordered in a harsh tone. I
had no choice to obey, dutifully sucking from his fingers the cocktail of
sperm that countless boys had just deposited inside my arse. A couple more
farts blurted out of my loosened hole, unable to hold inside the pressure
of cum and gas that filled me.

"That hungry cunt will soon need getting filled again" he commented, "but
first we have another issue to take care of. We need to make sure you learn
never, EVER! to talk back at me again". Hearing his threatening tone, I
managed to pry my drippy eyes open and shivered as I saw him standing with
his heavy leather belt already doubled in his hand. I started crying
louder, desperately begging him not to hurt me. "Please don't beat me,
Thunder, please! I'll do anything you want, you can rape me and I'll make
it good for you, just don't hurt me, please. I have learned to do what men
want, I really am a whore, I'm sorry I made you angry!"

It was useless. I was still slobbering my pathetic excuses when his belt
cut through the air and landed brutally across the easy target of my large,
round arse, making my smooth, pale buttocks shudder. I yelled in agony,
feeling the fiery pain instantly spread from the strip of my skin that
suffered the impact to my whole body. My instinct told me to jump from the
bench and try to escape the next blow that I knew would soon be coming, but
I bravely managed to hold still, certain that displaying my total
submission was the only was to try to calm his rage.

Getting spanked or beaten up had been one more of the horrible new
experiences I had had those last days, but nothing even came close to the
vicious pain of Thunders belt. Even though I already new what to expect,
the second blow was even worse than the first, and I hardly had time to
regain my breath as the next ones started landing all over my arse and
thighs. He never used a steady rhythm, making sure I could never anticipate
when, or where, the strap would hit next. I was learning at my expense that
he was punishing me for my hopeless act of rebellion just as much as he was
sadistically enjoying the cruel effect of his leather strap on my wobbly,
chubby arse.

With each blow, he would hammer his degrading lessons into my brain. "Never
again will you talk back at me". "You are my bitch, and don't ever forget
that". "I OWN your arse-pussy and your mouth-cunt". "You were born to be a
bitch. It's the best your whore mother and your wimp father could ever
breed". "You will never be anything but a filthy faggot pervert". "All your
pathetic life you will be taking any man's cock into your nasty mouth and
cunt". "You will ALWAYS do whatever I tell you, or I'll beat your faggot
arse twice as hard as today". At first, I still managed to slobber pleas
and excuses and obediently agree to everything he told me, in a pathetic,
trembling voice, but as it came closer to the last 20-odd belt-lashes I had
to endure I couldn't do more than just slobber and whimper at each blow,
with a flow of tears running down my face.

At last he paused and announced "It's your choice now, bitch: half-a-dozen
more lashes or a mean, hard fuck with my big cock." Of course, he knew
before hand what my choice would be. My arse was already excruciatingly
sore and taking his huge 22cm [9"] was a horrible prospect, but he knew
very well I would do just anything to escape that vicious belt.

Before I had time to come out of the agonizing stupor I had fallen into and
process his question, the belt came crashing down once again. "PLEASE FUCK
ME, THUNDER, ANYTHING BUT THE BELT, PLEASE!" I screamed at the top of my
voice.

Of course, for Thunder a simple answer to his question wouldn't be
enough. At the same time he stripped off his clothes, he put me through the
additional humiliation of begging for my own torment. To remind me of the
alternative, he had laid the belt on the bench, right in front of my eyes.

"Is your nasty cunt hungry for my big cock, bitch?" he asked. "Yes Thunder,
my cunt is hungry for it, please fuck me", I dutifully replied. "Those
teenage cocks can't really satisfy you, can they bitch? You need a big
mancock to kill the itch in your nasty faggot pussy." "Yes, I need your big
cock inside my faggot pussy", I agreed.

He was naked now, except for his socks and working boots. Looking up from
my position, face down on the wooden locker room bench, I saw him slowly
jerking his huge, rock-hard cock, making his large, hairy ballsack swing
freely between his parted furry legs. I could perfectly see a glistening
drop of pre-cum hang on a string from his gaping piss-slit. Further up,
there were his slight belly and the thick mat of dark hair on his powerful
chest, and then his unshaven, harsh face.

"Hold those fat slut cheeks wide apart and show me your cunt". I did as he
told me, though the touch of my fingers on my blazing buttocks was enough
to make me whimper in pain. At the same time, my spread arse could not stop
letting out yet more embarrassing cummy farts.

"You know a decent girl doesn't use words like 'cunt' or 'pussy'. How did
you ask Gil to fuck you?" Now I was positive he had watched it all, and I
knew he wanted me to say that horrible word once more. It was strange how
using that one specific word was still so mortifying to me, considering all
the horrible things I had been made to do. Anyhow, I knew I had no
choice. "Please fuck my vagina, Thunder" I blurted out. "I didn't hear
you..." he teased, and slightly adjusted the leather strap even closer to
my eyes, to remind me it was there.

"PLEASE FUCK MY VAGINA, THUNDER. PLEASE PUT YOUR BIG COCK IN MY HUNGRY
VAGINA", I shouted. Mercilessly, he kept on teasing me. "You really have a
vagina between your legs, don't you?" I had given up any shred of pride
now. "Yes, Thunder, I have a hot, wet vagina for you between my
legs. Please fuck it, please." The torturing anxiety of having to wait for
the dreaded moment when he would finally consummate the rape was driving me
crazy. He moved behind me, but still only jerked his cock. All the time, I
kept my big, round cheeks wide apart as he had instructed me to, lewdly
exhibiting my pink "vagina" lips, constantly leaking out the abundant
deposit of teenage sludge I still had inside.

"A boy doesn't have a vagina. That must make you a girl, right?" I still
hesitated a couple of seconds, but then shot out what he wanted to
hear. "Yes, I am a girl. Please fuck my girl vagina." He laughed. "Well,
that explains why so many men and boys are after you like the bitch you
are. They can't resist the female scent of your vagina. That's why they
'make you do it', as you say. In fact, you're nothing but a nasty bitch and
want them all to fuck you, don't you?"

This time I didn't stop shouting anything that came to my mind that
hopefully would tease him into putting an end to my misery. "YES, YES! I AM
A BAD GIRL AND I NEED EVERY MAN AND BOY TO FUCK MY SLOPPY VAGINA! MY WHORE
MOTHER AND MY WIMP FATHER MADE ME WITH A VAGINA BETWEEN MY LEGS! I NEED
YOUR BIG COCK INSIDE ME! PLEASE PUT YOUR BIG COCK IN MY HUNGRY VAGINA!
PLEASE FUCK MY VAGINA, THUNDER, PLEEEEAAAASE!!!"

At last, he complied with my unwilling, desperate pleas. He crouched on the
bench, right behind me, and rubbed his large, leaking knob against my
fuck-raw anus. His hands rested on my hips, firmly holding me in
place. With my hole already over-lubed with teenage sperm, he managed to
ram his whole 22cm [9"] cock into my unresisting pussy with one single,
fierce thrust. It hurt like hell, but the thrust was so powerful it knocked
the breath out of me and effectively stopped my inevitable agonising
scream.

Once buried inside to the hilt, with his balls pressed against me, he
stopped for a moment, savouring the hot, sloppy tightness of my
fuck-hole. Even after the long gang-fuck I had just been submitted, he was
so much bigger than any of the boys that I still felt stretched and stuffed
far beyond anything I had endured that day.

"This is certainly nothing like the tight virgin pussy I broke in a week
ago, is it? I knew you just needed me to show you how much you love taking
cock in your pussy and you'd never stop wanting more." he teased, then
added "You're lucky that I love a sloppy, loose cunt almost as much as a
tight cherry". Just as he said this, and without warning, he started
pumping in and out of me, with furious, deep thrusts. Pinned brutally
against the bench, I had no choice but to suffer his assault. Adding to the
pain from inside, the forceful slapping of his hairy crotch against my
battered cheeks made me feel almost as if he were belting me all over
again. "This is how I fuck bad girls like you, bitch. You deserve nothing
better than being raped hard".

He fucked me so violently that I was growing terrified that he would
actually injury me seriously, but after a few minutes he eventually stopped
and collapsed heavily on top of me, panting in my ear. "Now I'm going to
show you how I will fuck you when you're a good girl", he whispered.

This time, he began sliding his cock gently, all the way in and out. It
still felt uncomfortable, if not painful, to have his huge shaft stuffed
inside me, but it was nothing like the agonising pounding he was giving me
before. To my growing concern, it even began to feel good.

My worst fears of actually starting to enjoy his fucking suddenly came true
when he located the sensitive spot of my prostate and hammered it with his
cock-head in a succession of quick, excruciatingly precise jabs that sent
electric shockwaves of pleasure all over me. His expert manipulation soon
had me moaning in uncontrolled lust. Now and then, he purposely held his
cock still and laughed as I hungrily pumped my arse on his cock, desperate
for that gratifying friction deep inside. I recognised this pleasurable
sensation from many of the instances I had been viciously raped before, but
it was the first time any male made me truly aware of it, so expertly
sodomising my young arse-pussy and stimulating my "g-spot" to insanity.

He started picking up speed again. It wasn't anymore the gentle fucking he
had used to seduce arse. In fact, it was closer to the brutal pounding he
punished me with, only now the jabbing on my tender love spot was there -
and even harder and more effective than before.

In spite of the overwhelming sensations, I was agonizingly aware of my own
disgraceful sluttiness. I was screaming with pleasure, but I was crying
with utter, burning shame. Somehow, my own lust hurt me a lot more than
anything he had physically done to me, belting included, but there was
nothing I could do to stop my young teenage body from craving the
despicable things this man did to me. I hated him, but I hated myself even
more for succumbing to his power.

To make it worse, he kept whispering all sorts of slur into my ear. I
didn't really listen to what he was saying, but the loose words felt like
slaps. "Bitch", "faggot", "cunt", "pussy", "slut", "twat", "whore".

To make my shame even more complete, he moved his hand under me and groped
my dick. He had no intention of jerking me off; he felt me over just to
make me aware that my own tiny, pathetic pecker was rock hard, as an
additional evidence of my wanton surrender.

It didn't take long for the unbearable pleasure he was giving me deep in my
pussy to bring me closer and closer to orgasm. I moaned and blabbered
incoherently, feeling the biggest orgasmic explosion of my short sexual
life building up inside me.

Relentlessly, he fucked me right to the edge... and then he pulled out. I
whimpered in an agony of sexual frustration, and desperately pushed up my
arse, trying to catch his cock inside me again. For a moment I thought he
had cum, but I was wrong. He laughed and kept his cock right on the rim,
caressing my puffed arse-lips, sadistically depriving me of the pleasure I
had just taught me to desire. Crazy with lust, I was screaming again, but
now I was earnestly and willingly begging him to fuck me.

It felt like he teased me for an eternity, though it wasn't more than the
time it took me to cool down a little and back down from the point of no
return. I moaned in wanton contentment when he finally rammed into me again
and resumed his powerful and irresistible fucking.

The pressure quickly built up inside me again. As I felt my frantically
expected orgasm approaching, I started to panic that he would again deprive
me of it, and so he did. Once more, he pulled out at the last moment and
took my frustration to a new height.

When he reinserted his cock into me, he almost didn't need to fuck me. I
was slamming my arse against his crotch, fucking myself on his huge shaft
like crazy, even ignoring the pain in my leg muscles from the physical
effort of moving myself up and down. This time he took me even closer to
cumming, so close that I could already feel the lava inside me starting to
move up, but still he didn't allow me the supreme gratification I craved so
much.

Even worse, this time he not only pulled out of my arse, but he moved to
the front and held his cock before me, dripping with boyish sperm and my
abundant arse-juice. Realising my burning sexual desire would stay
unsatisfied, I started humping my throbbing little dick on the wooden bench
beneath me, desperate to make myself cum. Realising what I was trying to
do, he effortlessly flipped me over, leaving me on my back, with my legs
spread, my pecker bobbing wantonly in the air and my head tilted back on
the edge of the bench.

He bent down by his knees, putting his slimy cock in contact with my
lips. I wished I could refuse his obvious demand and make him use my
arse-cunt instead, but I knew that was not my choice. I opened my mouth and
he forced his thick 22cm [9"] cock into my already sore throat, until his
heavy balls were resting on my nose, filling my nostrils with their
overpowering, sweaty musk.

I gagged hard a couple of times, but accepted the intrusion without
resistance, with my mind reeling with the painful frustration of my now
empty arse. I tried to reach my dick so I could at least bring myself off,
but Thunder roughly slapped my hands away. "Keep your hands away from your
clit, you pervert little bitch" he growled.

Until now, he had totally neglected my sensitive nipples. When I felt his
rough fingers brutally pinching my sore little buds, I would have screamed
at the top of my lungs if his cock wasn't clogging my throat. Responding to
the cruel stimulation of my nipples, my already frustrated cunt clenched in
agonising hunger and my whole body squirmed in a sexual frenzy.

Heartlessly, Thunder went on fucking my throat with gusto and torturing my
little tits, totally disregarding my own slutty needs that he himself had
unclenched. Any hope I might have that he would go back to fucking me and
at last make me cum was soon dispelled when his pelvis started to smack
harder and harder against my face, ramming his huge cock forcefully into my
throat, hardly allowing me to breath.

I realised, virtually in panic, that he was going to shoot and all my hopes
would be frustrated, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. In fact,
I hardly had a chance to taste his load: most of it gushed out deep in my
gullet, draining straight into my stomach to mix with all the school-boy
loads I had already swallowed that afternoon.

When he eventually pulled away from me, I was crying convulsively, this
time out of pure sexual frustration, not from the brutal rape I had
suffered.

"Get dressed and get the hell out of here, bitch" he commanded, as he
himself started to put on his clothes. I was almost tempted to try to beg
him to fuck me again right then, but I didn't, maybe because I knew it was
pointless, or because my mind at last had regained control of my
actions. "Be in my tool shed tomorrow at lunch break" he told me, as he
unlocked the door, "then I'll give you the fucking you deserve".

With my clothes clinging uncomfortably to my body where I still had fresh
cum on me, I hurried out of the locker room and ran across the playground
to the gate. I had the presence of mind to wash my face and my hair in a
drinking fountain, but after that I didn't stop running until I was a good
distance away from the school. I had even ran past the bus stop, so I
decided to head down to the station to take the bus home.