This story was previously published in the High School section but has been edited for the Authoritarian section. With my American reader's help, the text was shortened, some characters disappeared, and aspects of D/s were reinforced.
This is a work of fiction, with same-sex sex scenes, and intended for an adult audience. The action takes place in the 70s, before AIDS, COVID, and the cell phone. The author owns the copyright to this and all other chapters of the story.
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MAKING-ME-THEIR-LITTLE BITCH - 10
My mom arrived home early from work. Nico had just left the house when I heard her car engine pull into the garage. I was still in bed, feeling a remnant of cum running down my thighs, and ran to the bathroom. The first thing I did was look at myself in the mirror to see if Nico's slaps had left any marks on me. Nothing. Diddly squat. My cheeks were reddened and burning a little, but that was all.
I was still showering when she knocked on the door telling me to hurry up. She was happy and excited because of a good sale she had made and took me out to dinner. We went to an expensive restaurant located on the side of the highway a few minutes from town.
The restaurant featured a broad veranda from where we could see the fields and coffee plantations and a little farther down the course of the river that bordered the city. This was one of the few advantages of living in a small town. We didn't have to travel far for our urban landscape to melt into a rural one.
Mom told me I was different.
"Yesterday, during the trip from your grandmother's, you seemed terribly uncomfortable about something, and today you seem calmer," she said. "What happened?"
"I don't know, Mom. What are we going to order?" I responded, trying to change the topic.
"Must be the hormones. At your age they'll change your mood from one minute to the next," she commented, laughing, and motioning for the waiter to come over.
I didn't know what had changed in me. I knew, however, that whatever it was, it was connected to Nico. My sexual experience with him in my bedroom had been so intense I couldn't stop thinking about it. Every time I replayed those moments, I felt my dick getting fat. It reminded me that I still hadn't come.
"And you, young man, what are you going to order?"
It was the old waiter, calling me back to the restaurant with a benevolent smile. I ordered something with fries and tried to get back to my thoughts, but my mom wouldn't let me.
"Did you call Paulo?" she asked me.
Damn. I had forgotten about Paulo. All my thoughts had turned to Nico.
"No, Mom," I replied.
"I figured calling your friend would be the first thing you would do when you woke up. What did you do in the afternoon?"
"I read. I think I got too involved with my book and forgot about Paulo."
Soon after, when my mother was conversing with the waiter, I considered what she had just said about the shift in my mood. Only Nico could be responsible for the change.
One relief that came from the afternoon's experience was the feeling Nico gave me that he wouldn't spread my secret around town. However, I still knew I couldn't trust him. He'd previously betrayed me on two occasions. He turned me over to Paco and then to Alex after making me think that only he would know my secret. Still, there was something about our meeting this afternoon that made me want to believe in him.
I couldn't say what it was. I just had a gut feeling about it. Perhaps it was because he hadn't threatened to say anything. Or maybe it was something that wasn't stated explicitly but was implied. But what exactly was it? Nico claiming ownership of me made me think that he would also be willing to protect me, as if he were a property owner looking after a choice piece of fertile land. But was it all a product of my imagination, or was I satisfying a hidden longing to feel I had a protector?
My mother spoke to me once more, demanding that I pay attention. Upon answering her, I forgot about Nico for a while and we engaged in conversation. She was good-humored, and we laughed a lot.
When I needed to use the restroom, I remembered Nico again. As I walked, I realized that, despite having washed, there could still be moisture inside me, no doubt leftover from Nico's abundant cum. He was so desperate for my ass that he came twice, one after other. For a little moment, I felt strangely pleased with myself when I recalled that. But how could I feel proud of being treated like shit and as if I were nothing more than a cum dump? I questioned myself the next moment.
To make matters worse, I also remembered what Paulo and Alex had told me about people who walk differently after being fucked. Was I walking differently? Oh my God, could someone in the restaurant notice that I'd been fucked?
When I returned to the table, my mother was conversing with the old waiter, who was surreptitiously watching me with a strange, attentive gaze. I freaked out, believing he'd noticed the change in my gait.
When he walked away, I inquired as to what they had talked about. It was about me, she said. "He was talking about how much you've grown in the previous few years. He remembered you as a very happy child, one of the happiest he'd ever seen at the restaurant."
The answer didn't totally reassure me. What did he mean when he said that? Does he think I've been a faggot since I was a kid?
My mother began to tell me a very funny story about an incident she had witnessed years before in that restaurant, so I didn't have much time to think about it. We had a lot of fun, and I had a huge, colorful banana split for dessert.
"I told the kitchen staff that you are a special customer and that they should make your dessert with great care," the waiter told me, smiling and winking.
My mom thanked him for me and left him a bigger tip.
I was so tired and peaceful when I got home that I collapsed into bed and slept soundly. When I woke up twelve hours later, I felt happy, rested, and wanting to get naked. I put a cassette into the living room stereo, and Stevie Wonder's voice came on singing You are the sunshine of my life. I loved that song and danced naked, shaking my ass in a bootylicious way.
When the music stopped, I realized I'd never danced so freely and sensually before. "No, that wasn't true," a voice inside me said. I'd danced that way before, and in front of others! It happened at Jere's place, during that party. Fuck! What exactly did I do at the party?
As I remembered the party, I also remembered that I still hadn't called Paulo, my friend who had taken me to that party. He hadn't phoned me either, which was strange because he always did after he returned from a trip.
When I called him, he almost yelled into the phone, "How's it going, dicklicker? Finally, you remembered your big-dicked buddy, the man who came home to make your vacation more fun!"
"Pardon me. I think I called the wrong number," I replied. "I was calling the guy who came home early, in shame, because he bombed out with the girls at the beach."
We both laughed. He asked me why it took me so long to call him. I answered that I had been busy with school stuff.
"I also had to help my mom," I added.
"Yeah, right," he said in a mocking tone. "How many times did you jerk off yesterday, you fucking wanker?"
I responded with some curse words, and again a reference to his virginity, his weak spot.
"And you? Why didn't you call me?" I asked him.
"Oh, I've been really busy too. I never imagined there was so much to fix in this fucking house," he answered.
"Are you working with your father?"
"No. He just tells me what to do and I do all the fucking work. He's spending his days working at school."
"Are you alone? Can I come over? I can help you."
"Nah. I already have enough help around here."
I found that strange since I had always been his helper for any kind of job. In fact, on some of these tasks sometimes I felt I was doing more of the work than Paulo.
"Who is helping you?" I wanted to know.
"Ygor, from the swim team," he replied. "He also got back from vacation early."
Hearing that made me a little jealous, but I resolved not to express my sentiments. I didn't want to talk about Ygor, who was with me at Jere's house pool party when I became intoxicated. I knew I'd be embarrassed if I did.
"Good for you," I said, seeking to shift the conversation's focus, but failing to hide my disappointment over being left out.
But Paul was adamant, saying, "He asked about you. He remembers you very well."
"Why him and not me, Paulo?" I asked.
"Don't be jealous, baby," he said. "I called him because he's stronger than the two of us put together. He's better suited for the work I'm doing here."
"When can I come by to see you?" I asked.
"Awww, my baby misses me..." And Paulo made a kissy sound into the phone. Changing his tone back to his normal one, he continued, "Come on Saturday. My dad is going fishing with friends and I'm not going to do any work."
"OK. On Saturday."
"Nice. Oh, bring your swimsuit in case we go swimming somewhere."
"Great. I'll bring it," I replied.
"The red speedo..." he started to say.
"I don't use it anymore," I cut in. "Too old and small for me."
"You shouldn't do that, baby. Your plump ass looks..."
"Don't be a pain in the ass, Paulo!" I said, before he could finish what he was going to say.
"Okay, baby" he said, already saying goodbye. "Oh, one last thing."
"What?"
"Give your little dick a rest."
"Fuck you!"
I hadn't seen the red speedo since meeting Nico. It was probably still on the floor of my bedroom. That didn't bother me. The mention of Ygor, the big redhead who rescued me at Jere's house party, was what frightened me after my talk with Paulo.
What did Paulo mean when he said Ygor remembered me well? Was there something more that I wasn't remembering?
Paulo worried me too. Just thinking about what a pussy-hound like Paulo would do if he found out the truth about me made my body stiffen with terror. He'd most likely put a stop to our friendship. How could he stay friends with someone who was such a dick lover?
That same afternoon, I got on my bike and went for a ride around town. I didn't find anyone playing football in the schoolyard, but I saw Mr. Costa, Paulo's father, and principal and swim coach at the school. He was extraordinarily strong, with thick thighs and biceps to envy, but with a hard, somewhat unattractive face. Paulo had inherited his father's physique, but his mother's facial features. She was beautiful.
Mr. Costa was with a group of workers and seemed to be walking towards the gym where the pool was. He waved at me when he saw me, and when I waved back, he motioned for me to come closer.
At school, Mr. Costa was authoritative and strict, but at his house when I visited Paulo, he was always kind to me. He was almost paternal, maybe because of my parents' divorce.
As the workers entered the gym, he approached and asked how I was doing, and if I was enjoying my school holidays. He told me that he knew I had not traveled and that if he had known in advance, he would have invited me to travel with him, Paulo, and his family. I thanked him for his interest and was already thinking about saying goodbye when he asked me unexpectedly what I thought of Nico.
"Sorry, I don't get it," I said, trying to figure out what the question was.
"Nico, your schoolmate. You know him, don't you?" he asked.
"I see him at school and around town. I hung out with him a few times over these holidays, but we're not real friends."
"Hmmm..."
"Why?"
"Because he came to ask me to accept him back on the swim team..."
"Oh, yes?" I asked, eager and feeling relieved, having thought he had discovered something about what Nico and I had been up to during vacation.
"I have a decision to make before school resumes," he explained to me.
"I hear he's an extraordinary swimmer," I said, suddenly interested in defending Nico.
"That's true, just as it's true he's undisciplined. It leaves me wondering what to do. Did Paulo tell you about him?"
"Paulo? No," I replied, surprised by the question.
"If he hasn't spoken to you yet, he certainly will. Paulo is the biggest proponent of Nico's return to the team. He's been urging me for days to take him back."
What the fuck was that? Paulo defending Nico, his old rival? What had I missed?
"It must be a tough decision for you," I said.
"Yes. It's very difficult because it involves this boy's future. Leo, I need to give some instructions to the workers over there. Do you want to go in and see the renovations we're doing to the gym?"
It wasn't what I had in mind, but because of his conversation about Nico, I accepted the invitation.
Inside, as he paced about and gave directions to the workers, Paulo's father explained to me why Nico was so interested in returning to the swim team this year, his last year at school. As far as I could understand, Nico's family didn't have the money to pay for university. The only way for him to continue studying would be through a scholarship granted by a college or a philanthropic institution. Scholarships, however, were only awarded to those who had good grades and could get good character recommendations from their teachers. That wasn't the case with Nico; we all knew it. The only alternative left to him was to win a scholarship as an athlete. For that to happen, he needed to be part of the school's athletic team.
"If he joins our team and stands out as an athlete, he has a good chance of winning the scholarship he wants," Paulo's father told me. "I know some talent spotters from college teams are already eyeing him, waiting for my decision."
Paulo's father really did have Nico's fate in his hands, I thought, while feeling guilty for not owning up to knowing Nico when he asked me if I knew him. On second thought, though, what could I say about Nico? That he had a big cock, had taken my cherry, and had thoroughly dominated me?
Anyway, it was too late now. If I went back and paid Nico any compliments, that would sound fake.
"You are a good man," I said, trying to find a way to fix it. "I think you will make the decision that is best for the team and for Nico."
"Thank you, son."
"Hey, Mr. Costa, this conversation with you reminded me of something I always heard my grandmother say."
"Oh, yes? And what does your grandmother say, son?"
"She says that everyone, even the ones who seem like the worst people, always have a good side. Sometimes it's hard to find the good side, but it's always worth looking for."
"What are you trying to tell me by that, Leo?"
"Well, what I mean... Well, as I said, I don't know Nico... What I mean is, if you think it over and analyze all sides of Nico, maybe you'll find something positive in him. Maybe he's not as bad as he looks."
Mr. Costa laughed, patted me on the back, and told me, "It sounds to me like Nico just got a new supporter."
"Oh no, Mr. Costa. I didn't mean to..."
"I didn't expect this from you, Leo. You and Nico are so different and have never seemed close. Did something happen that I don't know about?"
"No, Mr. Costa! Nothing happened. I was just speaking generally. If we were talking about someone else, I believe I would say the same thing..."
He smiled and replied, "Don't worry, son. I appreciate that you're trying to help a schoolmate."
"Thank you."
"I think like your grandmother," he said next.
"Oh, yes? And have you ever seen something positive in Nico?" I asked, struggling to control my anxiety.
"Yes. Before I say anything to you, though, I want you to promise me that this conversation will stay here between us. You can't say anything to Nico or my son, understand?"
"Oh, totally, professor. I promise not to say anything."
"I'm telling you these things because I liked the way you defended a fellow student you barely knew," Mr. Costa said, in a calm and leisurely voice. "Look, Nico has flaws, and we all know that, but he also has qualities. On the one hand, he's an excellent swimmer, one of the best I've ever trained in school, but on the other hand, he has difficulty following rules and taking orders. Almost every time I gave him directions, he challenged me." At this point, he chuckled. "It's like he thought he should always be in charge!"
Paulo's father spoke to me as if he were thinking out loud. I listened without breathing. "However, Nico possesses a characteristic that I admire," he concluded. "He was always devoted to his teammates. I've seen him put his personal interests aside on several occasions to improve the team's chances of success. Athletes usually do this only after the coach has urged them to. Nico, on the other hand, was always anticipating my questions. He possesses a rare sense of loyalty."
Wow. I was so surprised and in awe of what my teacher and neighbor had just said that I couldn't say anything to him. It felt so different to be spoken to as if I were an adult.
"Hey, son," he told me, calling me back to our conversation. "I'm going to remind you not to tell anyone what I just told you, OK? This is just between us. I haven't made up my mind about Nico's request yet, and I don't want to get anyone's hopes up. Nico and Paulo can't know, okay?"
"Oh, yes. Don't worry, Mr. Costa, I won't say anything to anyone."
"Thank you, Leo."
"Hey, Mr. Costa, can I tell you one more thing?"
"Yes, son."
"I have no background to give advice to a person like you..."
"Say it, Leo."
"If Nico comes back, every time he challenges you, you must remind him that his behavior harms the entire team, and that a leader needs to see the big picture. Maybe he will stop doing that."
"I'll think about it," he replied with a smile.
"Have a good day," I said, pulling away from him.
"Wait a minute, son. There's one more thing I'd want to discuss with you."
"What?"
"This year, our school will be competing in more events, and I will require help with the swim team. Someone to assist me with organization and other tasks with the team. What are your thoughts about becoming this assistant? I can speak with your mother if you're interested..."
"Well, Mr. Costa..."
"You don't need to answer right now. Just consider that for a moment and then tell me. I'll understand if you don't want to."
"OK. I promise to think about it."
"I enjoyed talking to you, Leo."
"I enjoyed it too, professor."
I returned home, and as soon as I got in, I ran to the phone and called Paulo.
"I just met your dad and he told me that Nico wants to get back on the swim team," I blurted out.
"Oh, yeah?" he replied, trying to be cool.
"Yeah, and he also told me you're championing his cause. He said you're his biggest supporter."
"And?" He asked.
"You never told me anything about it. I believed you two didn't get along very well, that you were rivals. . What's going on, Paulo?"
"Hey, hey, take it easy little Leo," he replied, with a hint of sarcasm.
"You owe me an explanation," I replied, agitated.
"No. You are the one who owes me an explanation."
"What?"
"Yeah. Days ago, when I asked you if you had approached him and were going to go to the secret place on the lake that he and his friends have, you said no, that you and he could never be friends. `We have nothing in common,' you told me, implying you didn't want to have anything to do with him. So, why are you suddenly interested in him? Are you friends or not?"
"No. I'm not interested in him. I just want to know why you're keeping things from me. Don't you think it's strange that I found out by chance, and through your father, that you've become the main champion of Nico's return to the team? Why?"
"You know my father, Leo. He always exaggerates."
"And about Nico?"
"Well, Nico came to me to ask me to help him with my father. That's all. I didn't feel it necessary to tell you that."
"Oh, yeah? And why would you do that if you don't like him?" I asked.
"Hey, am I feeling jealousy around here? Again? Don't worry, baby, you're still my favorite," he said, putting his mouth close to the phone and making smacking sounds with his lips like he did during our earlier conversation.
"Very funny, Paulo, but you didn't answer my question. Were you or were you not rivals?"
"Of course we were. You know I don't like to lose and I got pissed every time Nico got better times than I did. But that is in the past."
"What happened to your old rivalry?"
"Okay, Leo. Keep cool and listen. Nico and I were teammates, and even though I thought he was a screw up, I also thought he was always one of the best. If he comes back, he will help our team, which hasn't won many competitions. In the relay race he is the teammate I most want to have by my side. There is also the personal side of this story. I don't know if my dad told you, but if he doesn't come back and stand out as a high school athlete, he has no chance of getting into a university."
"Your father explained it to me," I said.
"Don't you think that's a good reason to help a classmate, Leo?"
"That's not like you. What did you ask him for in return?"
"C'mon, Leo. Do you think I'm such a bad guy?"
"Yes, I do!" I said, raising my voice to tease him.
He laughed and so did I.
"On second thought, I shouldn't have told you that," he said, in a calm tone.
"OK. No problem," I said, pleased with his explanations. "When did you guys talk about it?"
"I don't remember for sure," he replied. "Hey, did my dad say anything about Nico's request? From what you guys talked about, do you think he's going to take him back?"
"He didn't tell me anything," I replied. "You know your father, he's always cautious when talking to students about other students. But there was something else he said that startled me."
"What?"
"He offered me to join the swim team as his assistant."
"Really? Leo, this is fantastic news!"
"I told him I'd consider it."
"You should accept, in my opinion."
"Why?"
"You could hang out with the swim team. We're the coolest kids in school!" Paulo laughed as if he had told a joke, but I didn't get it. Then he continued, "Maybe you could get some exercise to work off that fat ass of yours."
"I don't believe it! I'm talking to you seriously, and you respond by talking about my ass. You can't think of anything else?"
"But that's a big subject, isn't it?"
At that remark, we both laughed and agreed again to meet on Saturday.
Hanging up I felt a sudden feeling that there was something strange in the air. That night, before going to sleep, I replayed the day's events in my head. I particularly lingered on the conversation with Paulo's father and the invitation he had given me.
I assumed Mr. Costa wanted to help me. After my father and mother divorced, I saw that he had grown closer to me. He acted as if he believed I needed a father figure or a strong male figure to motivate me. I needed to consider it and speak with my mother about it.
I suddenly found myself wondering what my life with Nico would be like on the swim team, if he was accepted back, and I accepted the invitation to be the teacher's assistant. Could he keep what we had done a secret? Would Paulo find out? Nico wasn't a trustworthy person.
Mr. Costa was the first person to tell me something positive about the guy who fucked me like a maniac. But he also told me that every time he gave Nico directions, he challenged him. It was as if he thought he should always be the boss.
I knew little about Nico. I had a lot of unanswered questions about him. Why had he been so aggressive at our last meeting? He surprised and scared me. What was going through his mind? Did he want to show me that I should always be available for him? Did he want to break my resistance, discipline me, and show who was in control?
Thinking more about Nico, I began to lightly rub the top side of my cock. If not for Nico's assertiveness, I reasoned, I still wouldn't have lost my virginity. Yeah, I still wouldn't have discovered the pleasure of sex with men.
My dick began to harden under the rubbing of my hand, while I thought about the way Nico dealt with me and controlled me. He hadn't shown any inclination toward romance, hadn't shown any interest in sharing emotions, or in closer intimacy between us. At our last meeting a few days ago, he wanted to bend what he considered the weaker male to serve the needs of the stronger. In this case, it was to put my mouth and ass at the service of an alpha male.
I started rubbing my dick more vigorously and with more pressure. I kept thinking over and over that Nico wanted my ass, that my ass made him hard, and suddenly I began to whisper, "Yes, Nico, I'm yours. I belong to you." The words thrilled me. I belonged to a strong, forceful man.
I apologized to him, stating that I had made a mistake. I shouldn't have gone to my grandmother's place. "I shouldn't have denied you. I should have known you needed to fuck. Holding out wasn't right."
I imagined him slapping my face all over again and spitting contemptuously at me all while his throbbing dick bounced up and down in front of my face. His big, beautiful dick!
I saw him staring at me with the ferocity of a man determined to get what he wanted. He was using me, and worst of all, I wanted it. I wanted to be used by him. I recalled the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of me, of hitting the walls of my anus as the directions of his thrusts moved this way and that. That's what men do! They power their way in and out. Power, that's what Nico had, and I was powerless to deny him. My body quivered in response. I remembered his cold, determined stare as he focused selfishly only on his approaching orgasm. This felt so right.
"Fuck me, Nico. Use me, please. I'm yours!" I said, controlling my voice to keep my mom from hearing me. In my mind, Nico responded with gritted ferocity, "That's right, bitch," and raised his hand to strike me again and then I exploded.
Warmth spread over my body as I relaxed after my release. However, gradually a feeling of shame replaced my momentary glow. What kind of boy was I to so willingly turn myself over for the selfish use of another? Nico was wild, even cruel, and yet for all of that I wanted him. How did that happen?
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