Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2008 09:24:36 -0000
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back - part 24

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 24


As soon as we were alone, Luis turned to me, grabbed me by the throat and
uttered a stark warning: "Listen faggot, if you ever tell anyone about
this, I'll kill you!"

I found his attitude so stupid. It was obvious to me that I had just as
much reason as he did to be embarrassed about this entire shameful incident
and to want to keep it a secret, even though I had in fact been dragged
into it, while he seemed to have been there quite willingly. In any case, I
tried at once to reassure him, though I couldn't help being a little
sarcastic, in spite of his threatening attitude. "Don't worry, Luis, we're
in this together. It's not like I'm going to go around telling everyone how
a dozen construction workers fucked us and pissed on us like two whores!".

Luis's response to my words took me totally by surprise. He went into a
rage, pushed me back against a concrete pillar and barked on my face "Don't
you dare ever compare me to yourself, you sissy faggot! We are NOT 'in this
together'. I'm a man, you hear me? And you're nothing but a girly freak!"

His violent reaction frightened me. He could sense my fear and seized the
opportunity to reassert his manhood, certainly a lot more to himself than
to me. "Get on your knees where you belong, you bitch!" he yelled, at the
same time forcefully pushing me down. He grabbed my head by the hair and
pressed my face against his crotch, making me feel the hardening cock
inside his jeans.

All along, he kept ranting about him being a man. "I'm going to feed you my
hard male cock, faggot. I'm going to show you what a man I am and what you
are good for, you bitch". His cock was already rock hard when he opened his
jeans, fished it out and repeatedly slapped it on my face. "Open that
mouth-cunt, whore", he commanded, and forced his cock all the way in.

His 15cm [6"] dick was far from being the biggest one I'd had to handle
that afternoon and he tried to fuck my face as hard as he could to make up
for the smaller size. All the while, his ranting never stopped. He was
obviously very self-conscious of his dick size. "Is that cock not big
enough for you? At least it's a man's cock, not a pathetic little clit like
yours!"

I endured his assault the best I could, already worn out by the long
demanding afternoon I'd had on the bus and in the basement right beneath
us. I just wanted it to be over quickly, but a blow-job wasn't enough to
reaffirm his manliness. He suddenly pulled me to my feet, pushed me face-on
against the concrete pillar and yanked my trousers down. "I'm going to show
you how a man fucks", he whispered in my ear. For a moment, he just slid
his hands over my meaty, round hips and rubbed his hard, spit-lubed cock in
my arse-crack. He laughed and said, "You could never be a real man with a
girly arse like this. You're just a bitch with the wrong kind of clit, and
you're made to be fucked".

Then, like he wanted to make his point, he slammed his hard-on deep up my
loose, unresisting cunt. I bit my lip to contain a yell of pain, afraid it
would only attract the men from downstairs and unclench again their raping
lust. After the long and brutal gang-fuck I had suffered, my hole was far
from tight, but now that my swollen arse-ring had cooled off, such a
vicious penetration even from a smaller cock was extremely painful.

Luis was just as violent fucking my arse as he had been using my mouth, but
again I had no choice but to bear it the best I could. Moreover, I couldn't
help feeling the added humiliation of being raped and talked down by a boy
that had just been beside me taking cock on both ends from any horny fucker
that wanted him, and loving it. He was the real faggot, but for as hard as
it was for me to admit it, what he said was true: even he was still a lot
more man than I would ever be.

When I thought things couldn't get worse, they did. In the middle of his
obscene ranting, he suddenly said something that made my heart freeze. "Oh
yes, take my male cock in your hot, juicy cunt, Alexandra! That's what your
brother calls you when he makes you his girl, isn't it?"

I don't think anything I had gone through that day hurt me nearly as much
as when I heard him talk about Carlos and me. With tears rushing to my
eyes, I only managed to stammer "H... how do you... k... know that...?!"

Feeling the effect of the blow, he cruelly went on to explore the
subject. "How do I know it? He brags all the time about how good his little
sister bitchs for him every night! I bet you wait for him with your legs
apart, begging your own brother to fill your pussy with hot cum before you
go to sleep. Did you like his surprise when he showed up with Vitor the
other night? How does it feel having your own brother pimp you to his
buddies?"

I couldn't believe Carlos had gone around telling people about how he made
me his girl! Having him share me with Vitor had been so shocking, and now
it was even worse to know they bragged around about it. How I hated Carlos
right then. And hated myself for not being able to stand up to him and to
all the others that forced me to do all these disgusting things. And hated
myself even more for my body not hating what they did as much as I knew it
should...

Luis brought me painfully back to the harsh reality by pinching my nipples
with his fingers at the same time he whispered maliciously in my ear, "Does
Carlos play with your titties like this too, Alexandra? You love it when he
pinches your beautiful purple buds, don't you? Oh fuck, it does makes your
cunt squeeze sooooo good!" Right then it was my sensitive, lustful nipples
that I hated more than anything in the world, as they made my arse clench
and my small pecker stiffen hard, throbbing for relief.

All this talk about Carlos fucking me like a girl only got Luis even
hornier and in a short minute he was getting close to shooting his
load. Still, I wasn't spared the ultimate shame of orgasming even before he
did, the few drops of fluid that leaked from my little knob once again
signalling my disgraceful surrender.

Luis then pulled his cock out, pushed me back on my knees and, in a few
strokes, jerked his hot teen sperm all over my face and hair, reminding me
all along that "This is what you are good for, you sissy whore".

As if that wasn't enough, he then told me to open my mouth wide and get
ready for his final 'reward' for my services. "You better drink fast, you
filthy bitch, unless you want to go home with your sissy clothes soaked in
my stinking piss", he laughed. On my knees, with my mouth wide open, I
served once more as a human urinal. I did do my best to swallow it all, in
spite of how disgusted it made me, but I still couldn't avoid getting
plenty of his smelly urine on my face and hair, as well as on my shirt and
trousers.

Only then did he finally consider himself satisfied and zipped up his
jeans. Before he left, he still warned me once again, "Remember, bitch:
keep your pretty mouth shut, unless you have to open it for sucking a
cock!" I heard his mean laughter as he walked away and disappeared through
the fence.

Exhausted and shattered, I slumped to the dusty floor and cried for a few
long minutes. Then, I eventually managed to pick myself together and get
up. As I walked past the pile of bricks and made my way to the street, I
couldn't help reminding myself of how, hours ago, I had gone gotten myself
into a brutal gang-fuck by all those sweaty, drunken men in the basement
and to the final degradation by Luis.

The only thing I could think of was how Carlos had gone around bragging
about our relationship. The last foolish illusions I still had about my
romance with my strong, virile brother were shattered, making me feel more
helpless and lonely that ever.