Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2007 01:11:09 -0000
From: port_pass <port_pass@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thinking back - part 7

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 7 -- My pimp

The classroom was a place I still felt safe from harm, but now I couldn't
look at Sergio or Nuno, my classmates and best friends (or so I thought),
without being reminded of all the shameful things I had done these last
couple of days. Sergio clearly avoided looking at me. I still hoped he was
just embarrassed by what had happened in the toilets, but his last words,
saying he was ashamed of being seen with me, still hurt deeper than any
abuse I had suffered. On the contrary, Nuno clearly tried to make eye
contact with me and always awarded me with a wicked wink or an obscene
sneer that sent shivers down my spine. Just the day before he was my best
friend and now I was scared of him, and even more terrified that any of the
others boys would notice his new attitude towards me and suspect of the
true reason behind it.

With the events of lunchtime, I didn't have anything to eat, apart from a
few loads of protein-rich teenage sperm, but I was so anguished I wasn't
even hungry. Most of all, I just couldn't stop thinking about what I would
have to do later on. I knew I would be in big trouble if I didn't go meet
Miguel and the other three bullies behind the gym after the afternoon
classes were over. I felt sick just thinking I would again have to suck
them off suffer their abuse.

In the 15-minute break in mid-afternoon, I decided to look for Sergio. I
wanted to tell him again that all I had done wasn't from my own free will
and still hoped we could stay friends. I found him with some boys from our
class and approached the group, trying to call him away from the group so
we could talk privately. However any hope I had of saving our friendship
was quickly lost. "Fucking sissy!", I distinctly heard him mutter to the
others, and they all moved away from me, laughing.

I felt my eyes fill with tears and decided the last thing I wanted was for
anyone to see me crying. I headed to the toilets, looking for some privacy,
but I was so unfortunate I bumped right with Nuno and some other boy that
was with him. I didn't even know his name, I only knew he was a year ahead
of us. They were clearly happy to see me and I realised they had in fact
been looking for me.

Before I could even try to get away, Nuno grabbed my arm and led me into
the toilet room, the same where I had been forced to suck his cock just a
couple of hours before. More than anything he could do to me, I was
terrified that the other boy would find out about my secret, but I quickly
learned he was well aware of it when I saw him rubbing his crotch while
Nuno praised my cocksucking skills to him. I was even more shocked when the
older boy handed Nuno some money and they shook hands, like they were
sealing a deal.

Nuno then turned to me and spoke in a cold stern voice: "Listen, you
fag. You're going to show my friend here a really good time for his money,
all right? Any complaints and everyone in the whole school will know you're
a queer little pervert." I knew I had no choice and meekly looked down to
the floor, crying. I was shoved into the very same stall as before, only
now I was being pimped by my (former) best friend to some stranger, and
there was nothing I could do about it.

Nuno stayed out and the boy locked himself inside with me. We didn't have
much time, so he quickly pushed me on my knees and pulled his jeans and
underwear down. His cock was average, even for his age, so it wasn't hard
for me to handle it, with all the intensive practice I had been getting
those last couple of days. Most of the time he just let me do it, instead
of trying to rape my mouth. I am sure it was his first blowjob and he
seemed almost in a trance as my wet suction quickly worked him up to the
most powerful orgasm of his young life. Only when he was on the verge of
exploding in my mouth did he start to pump hard. I gagged a little, not
expecting his sudden action, and the next thing I knew my mouth was
bursting with wave after wave of his hot teen seed, that I tried
desperately to swallow.

I kept his spent cock in my mouth, cleaning it up of the last drops of
semen, while he leaned back on the door, trying to regain his breath. The
bell sounded right then and he quickly pulled his jeans up. I had hardly
had time to get up from my knees and try to regain composure before he
unlocked the door and left. Terrified that someone outside would hear us, I
had been happy that he wasn't very noisy, but a couple of boys from my
class were there washing their hand when we left and I am sure they noticed
we had both come out of the same stall.

Nuno was waiting outside and threw his arm over my shoulder as we headed to
our classroom, telling me in a very friendly tone that he was very happy
with my performance with "our" first client. He never mentioned anything
about the money he got, nor did I even think of raising that issue, as it
was just too shameful for me even to think about it.

In some way, I felt like I was in quicksand and a strange force just kept
pulling further and further down to new levels of shame and humiliation,
and the only thing I knew was that I would only get worse.