Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2007 13:51:15 -0000
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back - part 12

Author: Alex, from Portugal
E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com

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 12

The man fucking my arse finally stopped hammering my hole when the last
drops of his ball-juice were dumped inside me. My nipples screamed in agony
when he let go of them, after he brutalised them to force me to clasp my
hole on his cock. At the same time, the man fucking my face pulled out of
my throat, letting his hard spit-slick cock bobbing up and down in front of
my gaping, drooling mouth.

As I slumped back, still impaled on the hard cock, I realised with utter
embarrassment that the brutal abuse I had just suffered to my arse, my
throat and my nipples had in fact driven me to orgasm, without even
touching myself. Of course, they noticed it too, and laughed and cheered me
for being "such a hot slut".

The man in front of me held me under my thin arms and raised me slowly to
my feet, pulling me off the fuck-pole I had been riding. After my arse-ring
was separated from the still hard cock with an obscene squishy sound, I had
to clench my sphincter tight to keep the thick organic fluid of two copious
loads of cum from leaking out, and still I could feel a few drops sipping
out between the folds of my swollen arse-lips. The man sitting behind me
slapped me right on my hypersensitive rosebud and chuckled as he saw me
twitch in pain. "That's it, baby. Close that cunt tight. Keep my juicy hot
present inside your pussy. I know how a horny faggot slut like you loves to
feel his arse full of hot cum."

Standing up on my legs, still wobbly from the rough abuse and the impact of
my orgasm, I was turned around and forced to bend over by the waist. I
didn't have much doubt of what waited me now. My head was pulled down until
the dripping cock that had just spewed cum in my arse was touching my
face. A hard slap on top of my head persuaded me to start licking off the
thick, repulsive slime that covered it, just a sample of the huge deposit I
had in my bowels.

I also complied obediently when I was told to hold my big buttocks wide
apart. The same cock I had been sucking deep in my throat was now rammed
hard into me from behind. I whimpered in pain, but my hole seemed to be
getting used to it and just accepted submissively this new painful
punishment. I hoped my new fucker wouldn't take much longer to shoot, after
having already enjoyed the delicious constriction of my throat, but he was
clearly determined to use my hot arse as long as he could.

In the meantime, I completed the cleaning job with my mouth and the man
pulled up his trousers and sneaked out past us, without the new fucker
missing a stroke. He was now pounding my hole furiously, keeping me bent
over low. I had to hold on to the sides of the toilet seat so I wouldn't be
thrown forward by his forceful thrusts.

As soon as he left, someone else sneaked in the same way, taking up the
empty space inside the stall. My ordeal never seemed to end. The newcomer
was a young guy, in his early 20s and seemed was sort of skinny, not really
filling up his green army uniform. He must've been a conscript recruit
stationed in the town barracks inside the old fortress. I knew recruits
were obliged to be in uniform when they left or rejoined the barracks. I
would always see a lot of them leaving for their hometowns on Fridays or
returning on Sundays. On that Friday evening, this one was obviously horny
after a week of training in the barracks.

He never even deigned to pull his trousers down, just fished his cock out
and pulled my head to the side so he could feed it to me. It wasn't full
hard at first, but my juicy hot mouth soon took care of that. In full
glory, it wasn't more than some 16 cm [6 1/2"] and not very thick, but he
had this big bulbous cock-head, much wider than the shaft, that seemed to
lodge perfectly in my throat every time he forced me to take his whole cock
in. It was also the sort of cock that drools an abundant stream of seminal
fluid. I had had to taste quite a lot of precum in these last two days, but
never so much of it and with such a pungent taste. Not happy with filling
my mouth with it's nauseating flavour, he also enjoyed smearing the reeking
fluid on my face, pulling his cock out at regular intervals just to do it.

By the way he seemed so at ease it certainly wasn't the first time he was
there looking for sexual relief. Yet he seemed to have had a girlfriend at
home, because he kept referring to her, and not exactly in loving
terms. "Take my cock, you faggot! You're nothing but a filthy whore, just
like her. Damn cunt couldn't even wait for me to get back on the train to
start spreading her cunt for every horny bastard in town! Fags and women
are all whores, always hungry for cock, aren't you? I bet you couldn't
spend a week without cock just like her." I wanted to tell him he was
wrong, that I wasn't like that, but even if I had a chance to say it I knew
by now it was completely useless. Now and then, he would even stress his
words by slapping my face, giving me the punishment he meant for his
cheating ex-girlfriend.

On the other front, the energetic rape of my anus finally came to an end
and my bowels were forced to accumulate yet another load of hot
fuck-juice. I only hoped the soldier wouldn't decide to move in for my arse
now. It was so sore and swollen I was sure it couldn't possibly take one
more battering without some serious damage. Fortunately, he only profited
from having me all to himself by pushing me backwards (which made my arse
stick out from the stall even more) so he had room to sit comfortably on
the commode while he pumped my face up and down his constantly leaking
cock.

I knew my big white arse would be in full view of anyone that might come in
the toilet room so I tried to close the stall, but in that confined space
it was impossible without me standing up and squeezing myself away from the
door so I had room to shut it. I tried to stand up to do it, but he just
held on to my head and kept me in place for his hard face-fuck. He didn't
seem to care that he as well might be seen in that awkward situation.

My fears quickly showed to be well founded. I felt my arse slapped hard a
couple of times and then a pair of hands spreading my arse-cheeks wide
apart. Some guy had probably been out there enjoying the show I was
unwillingly putting on and was now coming in for a piece of the action. I
desperately tried to break free from them and stop yet another rape of my
raw aching arse, but there was not much a boy my size could do to stop two
men determined to have their pleasure.

The man going for my arse didn't loose any time. Within seconds, I felt
again the sharp pain of a big cock-head pushing into my hole. He was
anything but gentle; rammed his cock all the way into me and immediately
started to hammer mercilessly at my poor hole. His tool was clearly well
above average in size and girth and it had me in agony right from the
start, which he only tried to increase by slamming me brutally hard deep
inside or slamming his hard cock sideways to punish the walls of my sore
rectum. He was evidently enjoying my suffering as much as the physical
pleasure of raping me.

"Let's see if these tits really work as good as it looked when the other
bastard was fucking your cunt" he warned me, right before pulling up my
t-shirt and viciously attacking my nipples. It was the first time he spoke
and his voice sounded strangely familiar, more the voice of a youth than an
adult. Yet the excruciating pain I was feeling again in my nipples took my
mind away from trying to identify where I knew this voice from. Besides,
with my face bobbing continuously on the soldier's cock, I couldn't even
try to look back to see who was fucking me from behind.

To be honest, it didn't really matter much to me anymore. In the last two
days, it seemed that every man or boy I came across had nothing in mind but
to use me for his sexual pleasure and this was just another one. I couldn't
help thinking there was in fact something wrong with me that attracted them
and unclenched their lust. The only thing I wanted was for it all to end,
not only this last situation I had gotten myself into, but all of it. I was
never very religious, but I found myself more and more often praying for
this succession of degrading abuse to stop and everything to go back to
normal. And yet here I was getting gang-raped in a decaying public toilet,
taking cock after cock up my raw arse and into my sore throat regardless of
my will.

The sharp pain on my nipples again forced me to contract my anal
muscles. He greeted the extra tightness around his cock with loud groans of
pleasure and by pounding my hole and slapping my fat cheeks even harder.

At the front, the army was finally getting ready to shoot. However, instead
of using my mouth to dump his load, the soldier pulled my hair to yank me
off his cock and jerked it right in front of my eyes, laughing at the way
my swollen mouth stayed instinctively open for his cock, drooling
abundantly with spit and seminal fluid.

"You're not good enough for my baby-makers, you disgusting whore" he
scorned me. The hot army-supplied gunk splattered all over my pitiful face,
covering it in a fresh coat of stinking ball-slime that even clogged my
eyes. Still, I wasn't spared its acrid taste in my mouth, as he eventually
instructed me to suck his cock clean, before he got up and tucked it back
into his uniform trousers.

Just as he was about to leave, a little disaster happened. The combination
of the pain in my nipples with the rough hammering against my dilated
prostate again made my little dick an accessory to my own degradation. The
soldier went into a rage when he looked down and saw that most of the clear
liquid of my involuntary orgasm had soiled his precious shiny-black army
boots. He slapped me hard on the sides of my head and roughly shoved me to
my knees, barking at me to lick his boots clean. The sudden movement yanked
the cock from my arse, but the fucker quickly got on his knees as well and
resumed an even more violent pounding, clearly turned on to see me
subserviently licking some man's boots.

The soldier finally accepted that his boots were clean (and, literally,
spit-shiny) and stepped away from my lapping tongue. Before he left, he
still had time to pull my face up, look into my frothy eyes and give me a
last proof of his contempt by spitting a big gob of snot right on my face,
leaving it to dribble over the glaze of sperm.

I only hoped no one else would join in, so I would just have to wait for
the brutal fucker pounding my battered arse to finish himself off so I
could finally leave.