This story was previously published in the High School section but has been edited for the Authoritarian section, where it works better. 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 set in the 1970s, before AIDS, COVID, and the cell phone, involving sex scenes between guys. The author owns the copyright to this and all other chapters of the story.
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MAKING-ME-THEIR-LITTLE-BITCH - 8
After being screwed in the woods, I felt insecure. For the next three days, I didn't leave my house and didn't answer any phone calls because I was scared and ashamed. Nico, Paco, or Alex telling others was my greatest worry. If that happened, I didn't know what I'd do.
At times I struggled to accept everything that had taken place. To relieve my guilt, I told myself that what had occurred had been against my will and that I had been raped. That helped, but only partially, because I couldn't deny the excitement I had experienced. When I recalled those fiery moments surrounded by three hard, ravenous cocks, I could only calm down by jerking off. However, it didn't take long for my anxiety to return. Most of the time I lived in panic fearing the worst.
At the end of the third day, I decided to leave town. I told my mother that I would like to spend a few days at my grandmother's house, who lived in an even smaller town only an hour's drive away. Mom liked the idea and we left the next day. As soon as her car turned onto the highway, she wanted to know why I had changed my mind about spending a few days at grandma's house. She had suggested the same thing a week earlier and I had declined.
I replied that I was lonely and bored, and needed a change of scenery. It was the best excuse I could find. I couldn't tell her that, after servicing three boys at the same time in the forest she'd forbidden me to enter, I was so embarrassed that I needed to hide for a while. It was also out of the question to tell her that I wanted to get away from Nico, a school trouble-maker who both scared and attracted me.
If I mentioned Nico, she would ask "Who is this Nico?"
"Oh, he's a schoolmate, the boy who took my cherry," I would reply. "A domineering, tough, and handsome boy. He thinks he owns me."
I would never say any of that to my mother, who was always so worried about me.
She sang throughout the trip. I thought once more about the events that had taken place over the last few days. In two weeks, my life had been turned upside down. Until Nico, I thought I would never have sex with boys. The future I envisioned for myself was to marry a girl and have children. Queers were treated like shit in my town, and I would never be one of them.
Now the scenario was different. I had discovered the pleasure of being fucked by boys, the pleasure of pleasing men. Sex with them had always been good in my fantasies. The reality, however, oh my goodness, the reality was incredibly better, and that was precisely what frightened me.
The first days at my grandma's place were peaceful. She prepared my favorite foods and did her best to make me feel comfortable. My room had a double bed, a window that opened onto the trees in the backyard, and a bathroom. I biked, swam, played soccer, hiked trails, and went to the movies. Every day there was something different to do.
One morning my grandma knocked on the bedroom door, and yelled, "Your friend Nico is on the phone."
"Nico?! What did you tell him?" I said, opening the door.
"I said I would see if you were home."
"Great. Say I'm not."
"Why?"
"Please, grandma."
I couldn't talk to Nico. I felt vulnerable. If he asked me to come home and see him again, I would have a hard time saying no. I didn't know how to face him. He confused me with the way his behavior would change. He could go from domineering and insulting to seductive and friendly in a heartbeat. Fuck! My real problem with Nico was that everything about him attracted me. Even the way he controlled me.
Minutes later my grandmother returned to the room to say, "Your friend was nice. He asked me to tell you that he found his last meeting with you lots of fun."
"Thanks, grandma," I said, wondering how Nico found out where I was. In addition to knowing I was at my grandma's house, he also found out her home phone number.
Two days later, it was Paulo's turn to call me.
"And this one? Are you going to answer or not?" asked grandma.
"Paulo? He's my best friend. Don't you remember him? He's been here before," I said.
"I remember, but what I want to know is if you'll answer."
"I'm on my way," I replied.
As soon as I picked up the phone, Paulo asked, "Where have you been keeping your fat ass?"
I laughed. There was my old pal. Always playing games with my ass. We exchanged some joking insults and laughed. I inquired as to how he had known that I was at my grandmother's home. He told me that my mother had told him once he finally got a hold of her.
So I wanted to know how he was getting along with the beach girls.
"I haven't fucked anyone yet," he answered, "but I have some hot stories to tell you. Man, you won't believe it! But before that, I want to know why you went to your grandma's house."
"Tired of being home alone," I lied.
"Alone? I thought you were making new friends. What happened to Nico?"
"Which Nico?"
"Don't play dumb, Leo. You know who I'm talking about. My ex-teammate. You told me about him. Did you meet up with him again?"
"We met one more time," I replied, trying to sound casual. "He wants to show me a secret place on the lake where he swims with his friends."
"A secret place that's just for friends? So, you guys are getting on?"
"No, Paulo. I will never be friends with Nico. We have nothing in common."
"Too bad. I thought he could be company for you."
"I don't understand you. A few days ago, you told me I should be careful with Nico. You said 'Nico isn't like us'."
"Listen, Leo. Nico may not be the best company, but he is company. I'm worried about you, at home and alone. I think it would be nice if you had some company."
"Don't worry, mate. I can get by."
"Hey, Leo, did Nico do something that upset you?"
"Nope."
"Ok. Let's leave Nico aside. Have you met anyone else?"
The question surprised me. I thought I should talk about Paco. If I didn't, Paulo could find out another way, and then he could get upset with me.
"I met a friend of Nico's. His name is Paco," I said. "Do you know him?"
He was silent. An awkward silence.
"He told me he knows you," I added.
"Oh, I remember. We met once. He went with Nico to a swim team party."
"Party? Did you meet him at a party?"
"Yeah. You were there too," Paulo responded.
"What party?"
"That fucking pool party at Jere's house."
"Oh yeah, I remember," I said. "And where was I when you were talking to them?"
"You were shaking your fat ass on the dance floor. Fuck, you were crazy that day."
"I don't remember."
"You had drunk two Cuba Libres, but you acted like you had drunk an entire bottle of rum. Do you remember Ygor, my big buddy?"
"Yeah," I replied, "a little bit."
It was impossible not to remember the red-haired Ygor, taller and stronger than all his swim teammates.
"He took care of you," he said.
"Hey, do you know Paco plays soccer?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I was worried about what I might have done at that party, but I didn't remember and didn't want to talk about it.
"Yeah, Paco has a reputation for being one of the best players in town. Did you like him?"
"Why do you think I would like Paco?"
"I don't know. Because of his cock? They say it's big, thick, and curved."
He said that and laughed as if I had fallen into a prank. I laughed unwillingly. Another one of Paulo's cock, ass, pussy jokes. At other times I would have laughed more. Now, however, I was on guard, afraid that my secret would come out.
Later, as we said goodbye, he said maybe he would come home before the end of the holidays.
"Why? Are you tired of all that sun, sea and girls?" I asked.
"Nah, my dad is coming back for a few days to work on some house projects and at school too. He wants to fix them up before classes start. I offered to go back to help."
"I don't believe it! You offered to help? This isn't my friend. Help! The Invasion of the Body-Snatchers has gotten hold of my friend!" Continuing on in a more transactional vein, "Fuck, Paulo, what are you wanting from him?"
"I need to go now, mama's boy," he said.
Alone, I tried to remember more of that party at Jere's house. I remembered that Paulo invited me, insisted that I drink a Cuba Libre and then another one, and encouraged me to dance. Recalling that, I also remembered a conversation with Paco in my house a few days ago. He said he had seen me dancing before, but when I asked him where, he changed the subject. Now I knew. He had seen me at that party.
The party started to take over my mind. What exactly happened there? Jere's parents had banned alcohol because none of the guests were over eighteen. So, Jere, Paulo and his friends agreed to offer drinks on the sly. That's how alcohol circulated freely during the party, always mixed in glasses with Coca-Cola, club soda, and fruit juices.
The dress code, for boys and girls, was swimwear. At Paulo's suggestion, I wore my old speedo.
"The girls will love it," he told me.
In the beginning, I was enjoying the atmosphere, the music, our group of excited teens, feeling the effects of boiling testosterone mixed with alcohol. Gradually, however, I began to feel melancholy. The sight of so many cute boys, mostly older than me, athletic and half-naked, excited me and forced me at times to find new ways to tuck myself into my speedo. That same sight, however, also saddened me. I could never have any of these boys, I thought.
Paulo tried to cheer me up with drinks. After some time, already feeling euphoric and light on my feet, I went to the patio where some of the guests were dancing. Paulo didn't want to accompany me, but he kept watching me, presumably to look after me.
The music ignited an uncontrollable urge in me to move my whole body, swing around, spread my arms, and jump. I didn't realize I was putting on a little show in public.
Everything was going well until the room began to spin. "I'm going to fall," was the first thing I thought when I realized my difficulty in standing. I looked to where Paulo was and didn't see him.
I was already falling, about to crash to the ground, when I was saved by a pair of long arms, huge biceps, and a broad chest. My rescuer wrapped his arm around my chest and pulled me to him.
Looking up, I saw the face of Ygor, Paulo's friend and teammate. He had freckles on his face. I thought that was funny and laughed. A drunken laugh. He smiled back and told me, "Easy, kid. Easy."
I felt limp and helpless, and his grasp seemed so secure.
From that point on, I couldn't remember more. What happened after that? Since the party, I always avoided thinking about that evening.
The next day was a Saturday, and I spent the afternoon having fun in the pool of one of my grandmother's neighbors. Upon returning home, I heard music, voices, and laughter. Opening the door, I almost couldn't believe it. My grandmother was dancing... with Paco!
"Your friend dances well and he's fun," she said when she saw me frozen in the doorway. "Two excellent qualities for a young man."
What the fuck was that?!
Gradually I understood what had happened. Paco introduced himself to my grandmother as if he were my friend. He told her that he had taken advantage of his day off to see me.
"He was worried about you and traveled all the way by bus," my grandmother said.
She appreciated his gesture and invited him inside. She had been drinking wine and listening to songs she shared with her late husband from a long time ago. I could tell she was a little high from alcohol.
"He liked to dance," she explained to Paco.
"I like to, too," Paco answered.
One thing led to another and when I arrived, they were dancing.
"I invited him to sleep over," grandma told me. "He can share your bed."
For a second, I thought about telling her that I should have been consulted, that Paco wasn't my friend, although he had already cum in my mouth and in my ass, and that she had taken a risk by inviting him in because he might not have been a decent guy. I realized however that would be rude, and she seemed happy with Paco's presence.
As they danced, I remembered how Paco had taken care of me after that episode in the forest with Nico, Alex, and him.
After the three of them had come, Nico told me I could rest easy. None of them would tell anyone else what I had done there.
He made me promise, once again, that if anyone found out and asked, I wouldn't say I had been forced.
"What are you going to say?" he asked me.
"I'll say I wanted to, Nico."
"Good answer, bitch," he said, turning to Alex and asking if he had heard.
Alex nodded.
"Don't worry buddy," Nico told him. "My bitch isn't going to talk to anyone about what happened here. If he's asked, he'll say he asked you to fuck him."
Turning once more to me, he said, "Now get your things and go back to your house."
Addressing Paco and Alex, he said, "Let's get outta here."
"I'll stay a little longer," Paco replied.
"Okay, but don't push it. I think our faggot can't take anymore cock today."
Nico laughed as he said that and looked at Alex, who laughed too.
The two friends left, and Paco took me out of the forest and walked me home. I thought he was going to drop me off at the door, but he took me to the bathroom and helped me shower. When he sponged my crevice, I moaned.
"Bend over, so I can check," he said.
He knelt behind me, spread my buttocks, looked, and carefully felt the entrance to the hole with his fingertip.
"It's a little red and swollen, but there's nothing bruised, and there's no blood," he said.
He rinsed me, dried me, cupped my chin and forced me to face him. I could see his eyes gleaming with lust.
"I'd like to fuck you again, but I shouldn't," he stated. "I have to leave before your mother comes home," he added as he rushed out the door.
Only now was I seeing Paco again. I wasn't sure what feelings he caused in me. I felt grateful for what he had done days ago, but internally, I reproached him for showing up without asking if I wanted his company. Why had he come? Had Nico sent him?
The day was hot, and he wore only a tank top, shorts, and sandals. Like many other soccer players, he had thick, strong thighs, and his butt was fleshy and hard. I could see his powerful muscles moving under the fabric as he danced. With olive-colored skin, his legs were covered with a light layer of dark hair. I could also see a delicate patch of hair under his armpits and, when the tank top was raised, the trail that escaped from the waist of his shorts. He was incredibly manly.
It was exciting to watch him dance. He moved his body with remarkable sensuality, and when the rhythm got hotter, it looked as if he had a typhoon in his hips.
"Oh my God, I need to rest," said Grandma, interrupting the dance and my thoughts. "I'll prepare a snack and refreshment for us," she continued, addressing Paco. "Why don't you dance with Leo? Teach him. Come, Leo..."
"I don't know, Grandma..." I spoke.
"Don't be shy. Friends teach friends to dance. Come on," she insisted, leaving the room.
Paco pulled me to him, put his arm around me, and we began dancing.
"Let him lead you," grandma shouted from the kitchen. "That's the best way to learn."
Paco ran his hand down my back, entered the elastic of my shorts, and caressed me.
"No underwear," he said, touching my bare skin.
It reminded me that I had left the neighbor's house carrying my wet speedo in my hand and wearing only tight, low-rise white shorts.
"I was swimming," I said.
"Hmm, I was missing this hot ass of yours," he muttered, lowering his hand further to my buttocks.
"Stop there, Paco. My grandma..."
"Relax, babe..." he hissed in my ear.
"Stop it. If you came for this, you wasted a trip."
"What?" He asked, raising his voice.
"Speak low. Do you want my grandma to hear?"
"Fuck, Leo. What's wrong with you? I came all the way here just to see you and you want me to stop touching you? I already have a hard-on. Feel it on your thigh?"
"It would be impossible not to feel it," I replied. "But I don't want to do anything."
"Why not, Leo?"
"Because, I don't know... I'm just not sure about what's happened."
"Are you talking about our last date?"
"Yeah."
"You wanted that, Leo," he stated, squeezing me. "You agreed to wear the blindfold, knowing you would be at Nico's disposal. And you went crazy with three cocks at once."
"I'm not sure, Paco. I'm not a bitch," I said.
"You may not be a bitch, but you sure like to please your men. I was there and saw it all."
"I don't think I'm fully recovered," I snapped, realizing that Paco wouldn't accept my arguments. "I'm afraid it might hurt..."
"By the way, I brought some of that slick stuff," he said, interrupting me, "Lube, baby. Better than what Nico had."
"Paco, did you come just to fuck me?"
"No... I came because I'm worried about you."
"Only that?"
"Okay, I also came to tell you that Nico is pissed off at you. You don't answer his calls."
"Did he send you here?"
"No way, babe. I just wanted to alert you. You should speak with him."
"I don't want to talk to him."
"You should think smarter. Nico is mad at you and could get revenge." Paco paused, and then added a bit more ominously, "You definitely don't want Nico to be mad at you."
"What could he do?" He promised me!"
"Yeah, but he expects you to stay where he can keep track of you."
"I already told you, Paco," I replied. "I'm not sure what to do. Can't you understand that?"
"OK, Leo. Let's not talk about it anymore. I'm not going to fuck you today either. If you don't want it, we won't do it. Relax. Pay attention to the dance. Your grandma is coming. Let me take you."
That night, as soon as I closed the bedroom door, Paco took off all his clothes and threw himself to one side of the bed. He seemed worried about not taking up space, while I was worried about ogling that demi-god's athletic body. It wasn't easy to look away from his muscular legs, his own rounded, fleshy ass, and the dense bush crowning his cock, which, even soft, looked heavy and thick.
"No clothes?" I asked.
"Always naked in the summer," he replied. "Does that bother you?"
"Not at all, as long as you keep to your side of the bed," I replied.
I felt that Paco also had a hard time not looking at my ass as I walked around wearing nothing but underwear that was too tight on my big butt.
When I turned off the light, he told me, in the dark, that he had felt very welcome in my grandma's house and thanked me for letting him stay.
Shit! Paco seemed so kind at times that I wanted to hug and kiss him. He'd come to see how I was doing, he'd listened to my arguments, he'd agreed not to fuck me that night, and now he was thankful for the hospitality.
The silence that followed was heavy. I could hear his breathing. That made me aware of how close we were to each other. I had to force myself not to give in to my boner. I ended up controlling myself and falling asleep.
I woke up to something touching my ass. Still sleepy, I realized I was naked, and Paco was stroking my ass.
"Hey, what are you doing? Why did you take my underwear off?" I asked.
Paco grunted something, which made me think he was doing it without realizing it.
"Wake up," I said, turning on the bedside lamp.
"Shhh, don't talk so loud," he whispered. "We don't want to wake up your grandma."
"Go back to your side of the bed. I want to sleep," I insisted.
"Relax, Leo. Everything is fine. I just want to show you this stuff," he said, pulling his hand away from my ass.
"What stuff?"
I felt something gooey in my crevice.
"What the fuck is this?" I asked.
"Remember I told you I had brought lube? I just want to show you. It's better."
"I don't want it."
He kissed me just below my ear.
"Don't," I said, feeling my skin tingle.
He realized he had touched one of my weak spots and kissed more times in the same place, spreading more of that crap up my ass.
"Stop, Paco..."
"I'm so horny, Leo. I can't sleep," he whispered, putting his lips to my ear, making me writhe.
"And? Just because I'm by your side you think you can fuck me?" I said.
"It's not that, Leo."
"So, what is it?"
He didn't answer. His hand withdrew again and returned, loaded with more lube. He started to slide his finger inside. I tightened my ring to push him out. He kept insisting.
Afraid of waking up my grandma, I had to control myself not to yell at him.
"Hold up, Paco, please," I asked.
"Shhh, babe. You want it too."
"Oh, yeah? Do you think?" I said with irritation tinged with amusement.
He poked his finger in further. I let out a soft moan and squeezed it.
"Oh yeah!" he said. "Did you feel my finger go in easier?"
"Okay, Paco. You've shown me what you wanted to show me. Now can you let me sleep?"
"Don't do this to me, Leo. You're not going to leave me in this state, are you? With blue balls? My cock is so hard it hurts. I already told you, I can't sleep. Give me your ass, babe, please."
He bit my shoulder and I felt his finger pushing against my hole. I moaned, my cock getting harder, against my will.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked.
"No..." I said, in a weak voice.
"You want to satisfy your man, don't you?"
"Stop, Paco..."
"Don't worry, sweetie. It won't hurt. Do you really want to leave me with blue balls like this?"
"No, Paco..."
His finger started to slide in and out. He noticed I was no longer resisting and stuck in two fingers. I moaned at every added inch.
"That feel good?" he asked me.
"Yeah, Paco, but..."
"Enough of `but', Leo."
"Paco, listen to me," I said, in a last-ditch effort. "It feels good, but I'm not sure if I want to go through with it or not. I need..."
"I know what you need," he cut me off, punching both fingers deep and holding them.
"I don't know if I've recovered, Paco. It hurt a lot that day."
"I know. That's why I brought the lube."
He took some more of the goo and stuck three fingers in.
"Fuck, Paco!!!"
"See how much easier it is? I won't hurt you, babe. If it hurts, I'll stop. I promise."
His fingers, his voice, his kisses were reducing my resistance to dust.
"My cock needs your tasty ass, Leo. I can't hold back anymore," he said while continuing to finger me.
Fuck. He needed me, I thought.
"Look," he said. "I'll grease my cock too."
I looked back. He squeezed out more goo, and began to lubricate his magnificent tool.
"Paco..." I started to say.
"Take my cock, Leo! Feel what you do to me!"
He became more imposing. I also felt a change within me. As I took his cock, velvety, soft, warm, and hard, I wanted to feel it inside me. I stroked and squeezed it, pushed my ass back, and slid the head into the door of my hole.
"Yeah, babe, you can't wait, right?" He whispered.
Part of me wanted to retreat, wanted to get back in control, but it was too late. I couldn't get away anymore. He turned me face down and in the next instant he was on top of me, covering me.
When he forced his cockhead against my asshole, I contracted my muscles. He turned my face and brought his mouth close to mine. As my mouth opened for the kiss, my ass ring felt his massive cock nudge at my tunnel.
I wanted to scream in pain, but he stopped me with that kiss and began to enter. There was no going back now.
He turned his face away when he realized I was already moaning with pleasure and said, "Good, Leo. It's time to show me again what that sweet ass of yours can do for my cock."
I pushed my ass back and moaned.
"Listen to yourself, babe, moaning, all from giving up your hole to your man."
His hand ran down my stomach and up to my nipple, stroking and squeezing it as he thrust a few more inches inside me. Despite his promise, I felt some pain, though it wasn't worth complaining about. The pleasure was greater. Even if I had complained, at that point nothing would have stopped him. One way or another he was going to get what he wanted.
"Fuck! How hot!" He said, pulling his cock out. He lubricated it again and pushed it back inside, beyond the point he had reached before.
"Oooh, Paco..." I moaned.
He did it again, then again, and again until his dick and his balls smashed against my buttocks.
"Ahhh..." He moaned a bit too loudly in ecstasy as my heat enveloped his entire shaft.
"You're going to wake up grandma," I warned him.
In response, he pulled out his girthy tool and thrust it back in, all at once. Fuck! The kind boy who'd danced with my grandma was gone. The boy who was in bed with me now was ruled only by his cockhead. He pulled me against him and pulled both of us to a kneeling position, his cock still inside me and throbbing.
I felt my cock drooling. He pushed my back down until my head hit the sheet, grabbed me by the hips, and started humping hard into my ass, pushing the air out of my lungs.
I opened my ass up to him, reaching behind me to pull my cheeks apart farther. From that moment on I became the pit into which he was throwing all of his strength, his manliness, and his accumulating horniness.
He tightened his grasp on me, humped a few more strokes, and began to discharge his load.
I don't know how many spasms Paco had. He was still on top of me, exhausted and sweaty when his dick came out of my well-fucked hole with a soft `plop'. He rolled to the side and said, "Damn, Leo! Each fuck with you is always better than the last."
Feeling empty, I turned my body too, held his cock, not yet fully flaccid, and started massaging it. At the same time, I began to jerk off madly with the other hand.
In a few seconds, I felt the contractions in my balls and the spasms in my asshole. I was ready to spill my load. And that's what I did, feeling my man's thick cock and his cum in my other hand.
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