Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2010 14:07:00 +0100
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back #44

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 44

I'm not sure how long I stayed there. I don't know who the next men were,
either. Or even exactly how many of them used me after Cardoso and Max
left. My eyelids were caked with dried cum, so I couldn't see them, but it
didn't really matter. They were just cocks I was forced to take inside me,
enduring their brutal thrusts until the engorged piss-slits finally gushed
out the foul male slime. For any of them, I was nothing but an available
cum-dump, a deepthroating mouth and a fat arse, a boy-pussy swollen and
sloppy but still tight enough for their pleasure. Every time one of them
emptied his balls, dumping his gooey semen inside me or on me, I was
scarcely allowed any rest before being forced to taste the cheesy tang of
another cock pushed into my raw throat or to feel my sore rectum stuffed
with the next nick to be mercilessly rammed into me.

My exhausted and abused body was desperately pleading for relief, but their
strong hands easily subdued my early feeble attempts to escape the
merciless abuse and compelled me to endure the degradation of being
publicly defiled by one stranger after another in a fetid public toilet.

To wipe away any remnant of self-esteem I might still hold, and convince
them of my willing surrender to their lewd abuse, I even shook in the
throws of orgasm for two or even three times, reaching from inside the
climax that my throbbing, neglected little prick eagerly craved.

It was already my second gang-fuck in a few hours, after Gil had publicly
branded me in the locker room as the school whore and offered me free of
charge to all my prospective "customers". In the meantime, Thunder, the
school janitor, had whipped my arse red with his belt, raped my throat and
my arse, and then still managed to leave me with an unfulfilled, insane
lust that had dragged me again to this den of depravity at the station
toilets.

The day had started with my vain and hopeless rebellion against my fate of
whoredom, and it was obvious it had only made it worse. Whoredom was in my
genes, and branded in my sensuously girly body. It was in my naturally red
pursy lips. In my fleshy chest and jutting, sensitive nipples. In my wide
feminine hips. In my ample round arse, with my wiggling buttocks so
perfectly smooth and pale. In my soft, plump legs. And of course, in my
natural ability to take the most massive cocks into my flexible gorge or my
dilated rectum, now converted into two slimy cunts for any man to get
pleasure from. Or, perhaps more than anything else, in the way my pitiful
little prick signalled with its inappropriate erections my shameful
submission to the consecutive rapes I was put through.

Perhaps more than a dozen anonymous men had their way with me, using my
mouth or my arse, that stinking toilet stall. Most of them did not take
long to cum, though. Having been watching other men defiling my sensuous
young body while they waited in line, most of them were already close to
exploding when they got their turn. That, as I had already discovered
before, was a small blessing I should be grateful for every time I was
forced to satisfy a whole line of horny males. Again and again, I had
accepted meekly each fresh batch of male slime and dutifully opened my
mouth or humped up my big slutty arse, submitting to the next cock, as they
demanded.

On the back of my mind, I was aware of the sound of different voices
echoing in the toilet room, letting me know that there were still more men
waiting to come into the small, cramped stall and use me for their
pleasure, indifferent to whether I accepted them willingly or not.

Even without mobile phones at the time, word seemed to have gotten out
quickly that a cock-hungry little slut was there for the take. Every
pervert that frequented the reeking male toilets of the station was
determined to take the opportunity to abuse my fat round arse and my deep
juicy throat for free. Most of them were used to pay for the favours of the
boys that sold themselves around the station, and wouldn't miss the chance
to enjoy the new little whore free of charge.

In the midst of my predicament, the dirty jokes and obscene comments about
me that the men exchanged between themselves still managed to make me
excruciatingly aware of my humiliation. "Take those big cocks, bitch!",
"Fuck him harder! The little whore loves to take it rough!", "He's a real
natural, takes a cock down his throat like an old street whore!", "Look how
hard his little prick is, he really loves it rough and hard!", "I bet this
bitch would love to meet my Rottweiller!", "No, you'd need a donkey to
satisfy that hungry cunt!"

When I had already resigned myself to be there taking cock for hours,
probably until the station closed down, it all ended very suddenly. I heard
a commotion outside the stall, then suddenly the raucous died out as the
men all seemed to run out the door.

Just then, a strong, loud voice blasted over the grunts of my last two
fuckers: "Get lost, you dirty perverts! This little whore is closing for
business!"

Ignoring the imposing command, the man fucking my face shot his load deep
in my sore throat, adding his rich seed to the multiple loads of teenage
and adult cum that already filled my stomach. When he pulled away his cock,
my mouth instinctively remained open, drooling spit and cum down my chin,
waiting for the next throbbing, musky shaft that would be using my slimy
throat.

The next cock I already anticipated never came. In fact, the man behind me
suddenly halted the vigorous pounding he was giving to my battered hole and
I felt his cock yanked out of me. He grumbled, but somehow didn't dare
protest for being deprived of the juicy tightness of my boy-cunt.

Before I could figure out what was happening, a strong hand grabbed me by
the arm and pulled me to my feet. As I tried to steady myself, every muscle
in my body was screaming in pain. Now that the sexual frenzy was suddenly
over, the physical exertion I had been submitted was even more acute. I had
to cling to to my saviour's strong, hairy arm to avoid slumping back down
to the slippery floor of the stall.

I was intensely aware of how loose and sloppy my anal cunt was. It throbbed
painfully as I tried to clench my sphincter shut and stop the flow of slime
that dripped incessantly down my smooth thighs, reaching down to my knees.

Without much consideration for my poor condition, he dragged me across the
room and held my face under a tap. I rinsed my cum-plastered face in the
cold water and was finally able to open my eyes. Looking up, I realised the
man - tall, slim but muscular, in his late 20s - was wearing the uniform
(gray and green at the time) of the National Guard, the Portuguese
territorial police, with the riding boots they often still wear on road
patrols and the flannel riding trousers to match them. Instinctively, I
shivered in fright, wondering what kind of mess I was getting into now.

With the feared presence of the National Guard, the toilet was now
deserted, but just then a second uniformed officer came through the door
and started laughing at the sight of his partner holding a plump
twelve-year-old, naked except for my sneakers, dirty all over from being
dragged on the floor, with cum dripping down my legs and caked all over me.

The second officer was older, well over 40, short, and had an overhanging
potbelly and thick black moustache. He walked slowly up to us, looked me up
and down with an appreciative gaze and a scornful, very discomforting,
grin. Ignoring me, he talked to his partner: "What have we here, Corporal?
It seems that we got lucky tonight. This fat bitch looks much nicer than
the skinny boy-whores we usually pick up in this stinking hole." At the
same time, he bent down and groped my plump arse. His harsh hand ran over
my smooth buttocks, gently at first, then his fingers pinched painfully
into my tender flesh and he let out a luscious grunt. I yelped in pain, but
was too scared to protest.

"That's for sure, Sergeant" the Corporal replied, "and this fat bitch is a
total slut too: I caught him on his hands and knees in one of the stalls
getting fucked in his mouth and arse. By the look of it, he had serviced
quite a few cocks already, and the place was still full of perverts ready
to use him next."

The Sergeant laughed at the vivid description of my total debasement. "Is
that so" he mused, as his fingers moved from my cheeks into my deep
arse-crack and pressed against my swollen anus. "Well, his cunt has
definitely been used hard, no doubt about it" he apraised, feeling the
protruding pussy-lips of my gang-raped arse.

For a moment, he just sensed the blazing exterior of my abused
boy-cunt. Then he rolled two fingers in the male slime that kept leaking
abundantly through my open anus and slid them past my pouching arse-lips.

My loose sphincter didn't offer much resistance, but the rough contact with
my raw arse-lips made me scream in pain again, louder this time. I tried to
wriggle myself free and managed to pull away from the invading fingers, but
the corporal clenched his grip on my arm and pulled me back. Before I knew
what was happening, the sergeant back-handed me right across my
face. "You're not going anywhere for now, faggot" he yelled. "You'd better
stay quiet and do as you're told, or you'll be in big trouble."

As if to stress his colleague's words and make sure I didn't dare struggle
anymore, the younger officer slapped me hard several times more, leaving my
face stinging painfully on both sides. Hurt and petrified by his violent
outburst, I nodded submissively, snorting my tears.

Having learned my lesson, I tried to stay still as the older man's hand
went back to my arse-crack. This time - maybe as an additional punishment
for my insubordination - he jabbed three fingers into me, forcing them as
deep as he could into the slimy heat of my rectum. I tried to stifle
another scream as he proceeded to finger me roughly. Tears of pain and fear
were already running down my face.

I sighed in relief as I finally felt the sergeant's ravaging fingers
sliding out of me. "He has definitely been fucked a lot lately, but he's
still tighter than many of the other faggot whores we get to fuck around
here", he expertly appraised.

He looked at his fingers, dripping with cum and arse-juice, wondering for a
moment what to do with them. "Open your filthy cocksucker mouth, bitch" he
commanded, and then forced me to suck off the disgusting slime. He rolled
the fingers around to make sure I had no choice but to get the full,
pungent taste of my arse-cunt, then started to finger-fuck my mouth
playfully, laughing as I dutifully sucked on them as if I was pleasing one
more cock. "This nasty whore can't wait to get another dirty cock in his
mouth" he sniggered.

By then I had little doubt that they were two perverts using the authority
of their uniform to have a good time with the boys that hustled around the
station, and probably with any other victims they could find. I also had
little doubt that my chances of finding any sympathy from them to my
predicament were, at best, remote. Still, I figured I didn't have much to
loose in trying to appeal to their mercy. "Please, Sirs, I'm only twelve,
these men made me do it, I swear. I was already raped at school and now I
was raped here and I can't take it anymore, I just can't! Please let me go,
please!"

For a moment, my desperate pleas made them silent, giving me, for a
split-second, the hope that they might actually pity themselves of me. My
foolish illusion was quickly dispelled when the two men suddenly burst out
laughing. "At school as well?! You really are one cock-hungry little slut,
boy" the corporal exclaimed between rolls of laughter. The older sergeant,
laughing heartily as well, pitched in, "Do you go to the church school up
the avenue? I bet this fat girly arse is very popular in that boys-only
school". "They made me do it too. I didn't want to. Please believe me!" I
replied.

"Those teen cocks didn't satisfy your hunger so you decided to see if these
old perverts could do it for you. You're nothing but a slutty little tease,
aren't you?" the corporal asked when he finally stopped laughing. I didn't
imagine that my situation could possibly get any more embarrassing, but I
felt myself blush purple when the younger officer's words painfully
reminded me that I had actually come into this horrid place on my own,
driven by the burning itch of lust that Thunder had so cruelly planted deep
inside me.

"And it's not just the boys... the janitor raped me too". I was now
blabbering between deep sobs, not even realising my laments only increased
their amusement. They both laughed again when I said this. "I wouldn't
imagine Thunder passing out on a hot pussy like yours, boy. I'm sure he had
his eye on you from the start", the sergeant said, ostensibly rubbing the
crotch of his gray uniform trousers with one hand, as the other moved back
to groping my bubble-cheeks.

The corporal had finally let go of my arm, but his hands now started
cupping the fleshy mounds of my chest. "He's got lovely tits too, Sergeant"
he stated admiringly. His fingers discovered my protruding nipples and
pinched them hard, making my young body squirm in a mix of pain and
pleasure. I let out a long moan. "And he likes them played rough", the
older man added.

Then, turning to me, the sergeant held me by the hair, his face so close to
mine that the stench of cigarettes and brandy on his breath made me
nauseous. "Here's the deal, bitch: you play along nicely like a good girl,
and we'll let you go when we're through; you give us any trouble, and we'll
make you do it anyway, then take you down to the Post, book you for
homosexual acts [it still remained as a crime in the Portuguese Penal Code
until 1982] indecent exposure, prostitution and anything else we can think
of. We'll make sure your parents learn of every nasty detail of your
adventures here, and as a bonus we'll probably lock you up for the night in
nothing but your sneakers in the male holding cell and let all the human
litter we pick up off the streets have fun with you. Your choice..."

I sobbed, with tears hardly letting me speak. I didn't have much
choice. "Please, Sir, please don't take me in. I'll be good... I'll be a
good... girl... for you". My unhesitating plea of surrender made them both
laugh again. "That's a smart decision, fag" the sergeant said with chuckle.

"Well, Corporal", he went on, "it's time to find out how good a whore this
bitch really is. Close the door and make sure we are not
disturbed". Showing that he was already perfectly familiar with the place,
the corporal opened a broom closet behind the door and produced a rusty
"cleaning in progress" sign that he placed outside before closing the door.

"That will take care of it", the younger man said as he walked back towards
us, already unbuckling his uniform trousers. I also heard the clinking of
the sergeant's belt and the crisp sound of his metal zipper running down,
two sounds that had now become painfully familiar to me.

Next, the sergeant pushed me down, making me get on my knees once again,
with his crotch in my face. "Take your prize out, you lucky bitch", he
ordered. I fished his cock out of his white briefs. He had a stubby, uncut
cock, not longer than 15 cm [6"] but much thicker than any normal
penis. Both by its length and width, it was exactly shaped like a beer-can.

I stroked it a few times in my small hand and my fingers couldn't even
fully encircle it. The fat, hairy sergeant moaned contentedly and almost at
once a big pearly drop of precum started to form on the tip of the fat,
bulbous knob. I knew it would be a challenge to suck this massively thick
cock, but most of all I shivered at the thought of the pain it would be
giving me as it over-stretched my already sore sphincter.

The corporal now had his hard cock out of his open trousers as well. It was
much longer, 20 cm [8"] at least, also uncut. Nevertheless, I was relieved
to see that it was relatively thin - half as fat as his partner's - which
would make it much easier for me to endure its assault, both in my throat
or in my arse.

Pulling rank, the sergeant directed his thick cock to my mouth. I dutifully
stretched my jaw, trying my best to cover my teeth with my lips, as I had
learned to do. "Good bitch. I see you're well trained already" he
laughed. As he forcefully pushed his cock in I almost dislocated my jaw,
but I managed to take it. He immediately started to hump my face roughly,
burying my nose in the hairy mound of fat above his cock, my head pressing
under his hanging belly.

He didn't use my mouth for long. Oral sex was obviously not the best way to
please his bulky phallus. Even so, the sharp, nauseating taste of his
over-abundant precum had already filled my mouth when he pulled off and
commanded me to lean over the washing basin and stick my arse out for him.

In this position I was facing the mirror above the basin, seeing my own
reflection and his moustached face right behind me. I could see my lips
swollen from all the cocksucking and remnants of dried cum still on my face
and hair, having escaped my quick attempt to wash myself after the corporal
had dragged me out of the stall.  Thunder had fucked me in this very same
position when he took my virginity (#10). I couldn't help thinking of how
much lower I had descended in less than two weeks, since that fatidic
afternoon when my virgin 12-year-old arse had been irreversibly raped into
a slutty cunthole.

The sergeant was short enough to be able to fuck me without having to bend
down too much. He knew his cock was thicker than most, and he knew it
hurt. He obviously liked that, almost as much as he loved the tight, moisty
grip of a boy's arse around his fist-thick cock. I am sure many boys before
me had had to endure his cruel battering, and many would have to put up
with it in the future. At first, he just rammed his cock in and out,
laughing at how my cum-stuffed rectum regurgitated discarded semen every
time he pulled away from the loose, gaping hole.

Not satisfied with the pain his fat cock caused me as it stretched my
agonisingly swollen anus, he accompanied it with viciously hard slaps on my
wiggling cheeks. He made me scream every time his heavy hands slammed hard
against my tender cheeks, adding stinging bright-red imprints to the dark
welts from Thunder's heavy belting. Every fierce blow came with a dirty
word, to make sure I knew the reason for my punishment: "faggot!",
"whore!", "bitch!", "slut!", "tramp!", "queer!", "cunt!", "tramp!"...

Next to us, the young corporal waited his turn, jerking his long cock,
enjoying the sight of his sergeant raping the little whore he had so
fortunately run into that evening. He even encouraged his superior with
plenty of dirty talking of his own. "Rape his bitch cunt, Sarge. Punish the
faggot pervert the way he deserves. Show the little sissy how to give his
pussyhole to a real man. Make him scream like a girl."

All along, I could see on the mirror my own expression of agony as I
squirmed helplessly under the sergeant's brutality, and his face of
sadistic animal lust right behind me. He wasn't pumping in and out of my
hole anymore. Instead, he was hammering my arse like a rabbit, slamming my
pelvis against the hard edge of the washing basin.

The corporal had his shirt open, showing off his strong hairy chest. He
kept jerking his long 20 cm [8"] cock and screaming in my ears. "I'm next,
bitch. Just let old Sarge here dump his load in your faggot pussy and I'll
be taking care of you right away. If you think he bangs you hard, you don't
know what's coming, cunt. I love to show little faggots like you what
they're good for. Punish you little degenerates the way you deserve."

For my misery and the corporal's frustration, it seemed that the torture I
was taking from the sergeant's massively thick cock would never end. I
prayed that the sergeant wouldn't hold on for too long, but he was
determined to enjoy the sloppy tightness of my pussy as long as he could,
and he knew just how to control his cock.

As soon as he felt himself getting too close, he stopped his ruthless
pounding and kept his cock still, buried deep inside me. "Work you cunt on
my cock, faggot. I want you to suck it with your pussy like you do with
your mouth!" he commanded. At first, I didn't understand what he wanted me
to do, but he had an effective way of showing it to me: he slapped my
cheeks even harder than he had been doing before, and with each cruel slap
the pain made my arse contract around his mammoth tube of flesh, just as he
wanted.

The sergeant repeated the procedure again and again, fucking me like an
animal for some 5 to 10 minutes, then resting for 2 or 3 minutes before
resuming the violent hammering.

At least now he stopped hitting me during the pounding, saving the vicious
spanking for the moments he was giving his cock the necessary rest. That
hardly compensated for the renewed stamina with which he fucked me after
each of the pauses or for the brutality of the spanking during them.

I had learned my lesson now: as soon as he slowed down his pounding I
frantically pressed my arse back against his crotch and started clenching
my anus and rectum around his cock, and he evidently appreciated my
effort. "Yes, that's it; work that faggot cunt on my cock! That's a first
class pussy you got, bitch!, he screamed.

However, that didn't stop him from spanking me as hard as before. In fact,
it got worse: by the third resting pause, instead of spanking me with his
hand he began whipping me with his regulation belt, made of thick canvas
studded with metal-ringed holes. He smacked the folded canvas strap
sadistically all over my squirming fat cheeks or my round thighs, adding
one viciously burning welt after another.

The younger officer eventually got tired of just watching and masturbating
while he waited for the chance pound my arse-cunt. Instead, he decided to
pull me aside from the washing basin and guided his leaking cock into my
mouth. He pushed his shaft deep, eager to give my throat a demonstration of
the brutal beating he was promising to my poor arse.

I gagged and choked a little at first, but I wanted to please him with my
skills at deepthroating big cocks, in the hope that it would prevent him
from hurting me more. It was torture to take his long cock all the way in
my gorge, just as swollen and sore as my arse was, after hours of brutal
mouth-raping. Yet it was far from being as big a challenge as choking down
Thunder's massive shaft, as I had had to do just a couple of hours
before. The corporal's shaft was some good two centimetres [one inch]
thinner than the janitor's, and with some effort I managed to gag it all
down without much strain, finally pressing my swollen lips against the base
of his cock, my nose buried in his musky pubic hair.

At first, the younger of my rapists was obviously surprised at the relative
ease with which I accepted his cock, and even moaned and cursed as the
pleasurable tightness of my slimy throat enveloped his shaft. Unfortunately
for me, he was also very annoyed and disappointed. For him, a good part of
the fun of fucking a boy's face was the strain and distress his young
victim went through, gagging and choking in agony and desperation, at the
mercy of the sharp young corporal's brutal pleasure. In addition, he
must've been acutely aware of the big difference in girth he had in
comparison with his sergeant's massively thick phallus. In the end, the
fact that I had managed to swallow his cock without too much distress only
ended up provoking his sadistic nature. My efforts to please him as best I
could completely backfired on me.

The corporal decided to reassert his authority over his little fat queer
victim by holding his long cock buried in my gullet, choking my air
supply. He yanked forcefully at my hair to keep my head firmly in place for
his cock, until he could see the panic of near-asphyxiation in my
eyes. Only then would he pull out, barely long enough for me to fill my
lungs before he resumed his cruel torture. He savoured the delight of my
cum-slick throat gagging around his cock, as I came close to choking on his
shaft, but he enjoyed just as much the pain and distress he was putting me
through.

To make it even worse, he made me pay for every second of air I was allowed
to breathe by slapping my face either with his hand or with his hard shaft
and calling me every filthy name he could think of. Now and then, he would
hold his cock away from my drooling mouth for longer, making me beg
anxiously for his cock, knowing that to be choking on it was the only way
to stop his vicious slaps. He and the sergeant laughed cruelly at my
whorish pleas for his cock as his hands kept hitting my blazing face on and
on, until he was content with my humiliation and choked me again with his
shaft.

When he wasn't slapping my face, his hands moved to my chest, kneading
roughly on my fleshy mounds and pinching sadistically at my poor swollen
nipples. He knew already how the nipple torture made my young body squirm
with uncontrollable lust, and loved the way my pretty face contorted in
anguished expressions of pain and shame. The sergeant also enjoyed the
added enthusiasm with which my boy-cunt gripped the massive thickness of
his cock, the vicious pain in my sensitive titties working even better than
the hard sting of his belt.

I was now divided between the two brutal sadists, one raping my throat,
torturing my nipples and slapping my face; the other ravaging my anal pussy
and whipping my fat arse. I don't know how much more I would have been able
to take, when at last the sergeant lost the battle with his own urge to
empty his huge, hairy testicles.

The corporal was punishing my nipples harder than ever, with his cock
chocking my frantic screams in my throat. Responding shamelessly to the
younger officer's molestation of my protuberant nipples, my arse was
already wriggling tightly around the sergeant's beer-can shaped cock as it
pounded savagely into me.

The moment he stopped fucking me, signalling one of his usual pauses, I
instinctively ground my arse against his crotch and clenched my strained
arse-muscles around his thick cock, not waiting for the encouragement of
his canvas belt.

Perhaps he paused a little too late, or he was indeed taken by surprise by
the increased grip of my pussy. Instead of one more brutal whipping with
his canvas belt, as I anticipated, he started screaming "STOP, YOU BITCH,
STOP! STOP TEASING ME WITH YOUR CUNT! STOP!!!" and then he began slamming
into me more violently than ever, roaring like a wild beast with each
powerful spurt of semen that his throbbing cock spewed inside me. Furious
for loosing his load before the moment he chose to, he whipped me angrily
with his belt all along his orgasm.

In spite of the punishing spanking, I felt relieved that the sergeant had
at last shot his nasty load inside me, adding his genes to all the cum I
had already taken inside me that day. The corporal was just as happy as I
was when he heard his partner's roars, knowing they finally signalled his
chance to fuck my over-used pussy.

The younger officer pulled out of my convulsing gullet as soon as he
realised that his big opportunity was finally arriving, this way dismissing
any hope I might have of making him cum in my mouth and save my arse from
the vicious battering he kept promising me. While his older partner was
emptying his big hairy balls inside me, the corporal was slapping my face
with his throbbing cock. "Take that nasty load, faggot! Feel that officer
cum making you pregnant like a good little whore! I'm going to rape that
faggot cunt next!" he screamed.