I was simply too excited, you know that feeling, don't you... I ran to the door, completely forgotten about the pegs. I didn't care about the pain anyway. I pressed the button buzzing the front door open. I didn't know what to do next really. Should I leave my door open and wait like the way he asked me to... I waited for the sound the front door makes when it's closed.
No sound... I looked through the peep hole and saw nothing. Just darkness. Maybe I misheard the doorbell. Maybe it was all the excitement, maybe it didn't ring after all. How silly of me... Then came the sound. The front door was shut down.
Without thinking I opened my apartment door and assumed the position. Then the lights turned on and I heard footsteps. He was coming and I couldn't be any more excited. I was rock hard and afraid of cumming too soon. I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. Maybe after just half a minute he'll be here.
Seconds later someone's pants. You know the flash-back scenes in the movies where you see past events very, very fast. That thing is real. That wasn't his pants! He wore jeans, the classic blue jeans. But the guy coming up the stairs had sweatpants. In half a second my suspicion was confirmed. Fuck!
That wasn't him after all. It was my neighbor's younger brother. Fuck. I had to get inside but couldn't move a single muscle. I was thinking 'He saw me! He already saw me. What am I going to do now... He saw me!'. Now that I think of it, I think he caught a glimpse of me right when I saw him and stopped for half a second. He started walking towards me and I still couldn't move like I couldn't stop looking at him. I could feel the shame burning up inside me, my face was like on fire and I'm sure I looked pretty red. I saw him smirking and that got me even more red if that's possible.
He stopped in front of me. There he was, 16 years old, almost same height as me, blond, with his sportswear and sneakers, looking down on me. I was trapped in his eyes. It wasn't because he was a jock or dominant or something, it was because of my humiliation.
"I always knew you were a fag, you didn't need to write it on your forehead." he said. Before I could swallow that remark, he spat on my face. I was really shocked. I realized that I involuntarily opened my mouth when he hold my chin. He said "You want some in your mouth, fag?" and spat in my mouth. I... I couldn't do anything. I didn't prepare myself for something like this. Getting humiliated in a private room is something... It's planned, you're ok with that. But this was something I never did or planned to do. He wasn't even an adult. We were almost in the hallway. I was lost in my thoughts and bow my head down in shame.
Then he roared "LOOK AT ME FAGGOT!". I did and saw the flash light. He took a picture if me with his cell phone! That did it for me. I snapped out of it, jumped to my feet and tried to grab the phone from him. But he was too fast for me, he took a step back and kicked my balls, knocking off the pegs. I collapsed on the ground with the pain. His kick wasn't particularly hard, but with all the pegs my balls were too sensitive. I was this close to crying. But he grabbed my hair, stepped on my already aching balls and yelled "What the fuck do you think you're doing, fag?!"
I wasn't in any condition to say anything. He stepped harder on my balls, as if he's trying to crush them under his sneakers and said "I asked you a question faggot!". Te pain and the humiliation was too much for me. Tears have begun to fall from my eyes and I said "I'm sorry". He was now drawing circles with his shoe on my balls, almost like he was playing with them. "I'm sorry WHAT!" he said. I tried to say "I'm sorry SIR", but I don't know what it sound like.
He let the grab off my hair, throwing me to the ground and spat on my face again. His sneaker was still on my balls. He took some more photos of me like that and took off his foot of my balls. I immediately grabbed my balls to hold them. It was a great feeling. Very relaxing. But it didn't last long. With his right foot he stepped on my face, leaned over me and said "Lick it and I'll let you go, fag! For now...". I felt like crying again. But got a hold of myself and started licking the soles of his sneakers. After a minute which felt like an hour to me, he said "You like it, don't you fag! Your little fag dick is rock hard. You're disgusting. How can you get off from licking dirt of a guy's shoes? You fucking low-life. I'm 6 years younger and already more man than you."
I can't describe the humiliation and the embarrassment I felt. I could see the disgust in his eyes. But he was right. A part of me wanted to run away but the other part wanted him to kick my ass a little more. I liked the humiliation, being exposed like this, getting abused by this guy. So I said "Yes, Sir. I love it.". My voice was still shaky but he got what I said. "I know, fag. I can see you like it. But you're gonna have to wait until tomorrow, when I get back from school." He turned around and started walking away. "Be at home at 2. I might even have a surprise for you..." he said.
I think I waited for a moment. Just sat there and waited. The sound of the doorbell broke my concentration. Oh fuck! I've almost forgotten about that guy. I immediately pushed the button to open the front door and assumed my position. I didn't care that it might me someone else again. He climbed the ladders very fast. In half a minute he was right before me. He stopped, looked at me and laughed.
"It looks like you've been caught, bitch! I didn't think you'll be waiting like this. Now, get inside and tell me all about it so I can find the proper punishment for you."
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