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 10 -- OH GOD, IT HURTS!
After he dragged me up to my feet and out of the stall, Thunder made clear I wasn't going anywhere so soon. He pulled me roughly into his arms and devoured my mouth in a rough, sloppy kiss. His big tongue alternated between raping my mouth and lapping over my whole face. I tried to turn away, but he held my head in place. He didn't seem to mind that my face was covered in his fresh cum, as well as Nuno's already stale sperm and urine. I was certainly a lot more disgusted by it than he was. In fact, he kept saying how much he loved a "nasty bitch" like me, which only made me even more embarrassed. At the same time, his hands were all over my body, groping me, slapping my fat arse and pinching my sore swollen nipples. He even rubbed on my painfully sensitive little testicles, just to remind me of how much he could make them hurt "if he had to."
Then he suddenly made me lean against the wall, facing the white tiles. I tried to look back to see what was happening behind, but he slapped my arse hard and ordered me to keep facing the wall. He kicked my feet apart, forcing me to spread my legs. I felt his hands pulling my full round buttocks wide apart, exposing my arse crack. I was terrified that he would fuck me with his huge cock, but I didn't even dare to beg him not to do it. I felt the touch of his fingers on my tender anus. A finger pressed on it, testing how tight it was. Even though I had been fingering myself just half an hour ago, he needed to push hard to force his finger painfully inside me.
He hummed appreciatively as he felt the tight grip of my sphincter. His hairy torso pressed against my back and the side of his harsh unshaved face rubbed against mine. As he forced a second finger inside me and pushed in deeper, making me whimper in pain, he whispered in my ear, "You're still so tight. Have you been saving your pussy for me, my sweet little thing? Have you been keeping your hot little cunt nice and virgin, just for old Thunder to break you in good?" His other hand caressed my smooth chest and pinched hard on my left nipple, stressing his question and making clear he wanted an answer fast. I tried to answer, but I was confused. "No... I mean... y... yes... I... I was never fucked... please don't do it, I can't take your big cock, I swear I can't." He just laughed and pushed his fingers deeper inside my rectum, rolling them around.
His body pinned me harder against the wall and I felt his rough calloused hand over my mouth. His fingers slid in and out of me, then dug in even deeper, and this time he aimed right on my prostate. Now I knew the hand over my mouth was put there in advance to muffle my scream, a mix of pain, pleasure and utter surprise. "Uhmmm, did you know you had such a sensitive hot button inside your pussy?" I shook my head, but he didn't believe me. "Of course you did, you were playing with it when I was watching you jerk off, weren't you?" I had no choice but to nod in shame. For a few seconds, his vicious fingers slid in and out of me, then suddenly he pressed them on my love-button again, much longer this time. He loved how my body squirmed under his grip. "Oh yes, this hot little button inside is just begging for old Thunder to show you how it works. You don't know how much you really want my big cock; but don't worry, I'll teach you to love it, I'll teach you to love cock up your arse-cunt as much as you love it in your throat already."
I tried to tell him it wasn't like he said, that I hated all that he and the others made me do, but he just shut me up with a mean laugh and a hard stinging slap on my arse.
His fingers pulled out and his hands spread my cheeks wide apart. I feared that the next thing to touch my virgin arse-ring would be his cock. Instead, I was surprised by a wet slippery contact that made me yelp in surprise. At first, his tongue only lapped up along the perfectly smooth valley of my arse, before it started concentrating on my tiny rosebud. His unshaven beard scrapped roughly at my inner thighs like sand-paper, but the new sensations I was feeling were so intense I just moaned and whimpered like I was in a trance. When he told me spread myself for him, I obediently held my buttocks as wide apart as I could to offer my anal ring to his excruciatingly pleasurable attention. Every time the tip of his tongue pushed into me or the suction of his lips tried to pull my arse-ring inside out, I had to make an effort not to scream in pleasure. He clearly loved the way my young body responded beyond my will. As I would soon discover, it was just his expert preparation for the final assault to my budding manhood.
When he finally pulled away from me, I still stayed in position, opening my arse wide, hungry for more of the touch of his tongue. He laughed at my obscene eagerness and even more when I felt a different touch on my spit-wet arse-ring, the touch of his blunt bulbous gland. When I snapped out of my pleasurable trance and realised what was going to happen, I desperately tried to push him away, but he had me firmly in position, pressed against the wall, his hand over my mouth, his knees pushing my legs apart. I still tried to struggle against him, but there was no way I could escape to. This time, no magic invocation of Vitor would save my virginity. Nothing could stop this rough, sweaty, hairy man, old enough to be my father, from picking up my prize cherry and complete my demise.
Any worry I could have about the implications to my life of what I was about to go through were quickly swept away by the pain I was suddenly enduring. No finger that had been up my arse, not even Thunder's big rough fingers, could have prepared me for the agonising pain I suffered as he forcefully started to push into me. I am sure the relaxing effect of his tongue had been a precious assistance to help me bear my deflowering, but it still felt like he was ripping me apart inside. The hand firmly pressed over my mouth muffled my desperate cries as he relentlessly kept pushing into me, pulling back a little just to ram in a little deeper every time, breaking in my resistance, every powerful thrust raising me off my feet and rubbing me up and down the wall like a rag. I am sure I nearly passed out a few times, only to be brought back to my senses every time by the same excruciating pain.
At last he triumphantly announced that the first part of my task was completed and his 22cm [8 3/4"] shaft was buried all the way inside me. As if he wanted to prove to me that the unbelievable had happened, he raised me in his arms, still impaled on his cock, and took us to face one of the mirrors. I looked mesmerised at the scene reflected. I couldn't believe it was me I was seeing in the mirror. My face was a mess, with my cheeks swelling from the slaps I had received, lips thick with the multiple blowjobs I had had to perform and streaks of cum being washed down by my sissy tears. But most of all, I could clearly see the thick root of his shaft protruding out of my obscenely overstretched hole between my spread legs, held apart by his big hairy hands.
I actually experienced once again a curious sense of pride in my "achievement", in spite of the brutal pain that came with it and the indignity of seeing me so lewdly abused. My shame was only heightened by his lewd compliments. "Oh yes, your pussy feels so good on old Thunder's big cock, you're so hot and tight, best cunt I've fucked in years, I'm going to teach to use this fuck-hole like the best street-whore in town."
Being still for a few moments slowly allowed my anus to relax around his cock. As the pain subsided a little, I became more aware of the huge pressure I felt from inside, particularly as it pressed on my sensitive prostate. I gradually learned to recognise as pleasurable those new feelings coming from inside me. My little pecker seemed to be well ahead of my brain in that, as it was already steel hard, poking straight up, adding, literally, shame to injury... Every little movement I tried to make to adjust myself less uncomfortably on his cock only seemed to increase the pain, but also heightened the enjoyable sensations that came mixed with it.
He encouraged the small movements of my big butt grounding on his crotch. Bending my legs upwards more, he managed to reach my sore nipples and pinch then hard. The pain made me writhe and clench inside. He hardly moved himself, just expertly dosed the pressure on my "titties" to teach me to work the muscles in my anus and rectum on his cock.
"Play with your tiny hard dick, baby, I want you to show me how much you love my big cock inside you now." In the middle of all those new powerful sensations, I had forgotten all about my own furiously hard pecker. I hesitated in touching it, embarrassed to admit that I could possibly take any sort of pleasure from such an ignominious predicament. And yet demands of my poor little pecker proved stronger than my self-pride, or what was left of it. I soon realised that the pleasure of jerking off with a finger up my butt was not nearly comparable to doing it impaled on Thunder's huge fuck-pole. The sensations coming from my dick were so potent they made tears run down my face, this time not of embarrassment or pain, but pure mind-blowing pleasure.
As I quickly approached orgasm, he suddenly started to push me forcefully up and down his cock, getting progressively faster and rougher more as he himself felt his cum starting to boil. The violent pounding made me again experience excruciating pain, but even that didn't made me want it to stop. I needed it now, I needed him to go on and on until he made me orgasm in his arms like never before. He knew it very well, but he wanted to hear me acknowledge his triumph over my would-be manhood, making me act like nothing more than a cock-hungry little faggot. "Tell me how much you love it, you fucking little whore, tell me how much you love my big cock in your pussy." I obliged him with abandon, giving up all self-esteem to the boyish lust he had unclenched in me. "Please fuck me, Thunder, please fuck my pussy, please don't stop, please."
My sluttish cries only made him hump me harder and faster. The pressure of my third orgasm building up inside me was nothing compared with the two I had had before. It was so strong I was fearful of what would happen when it finally exploded and even stopped jerking my cock, but the powerful thrusting inside me was more than enough to drive me over the edge. Thunder let go of one of my legs so he could reach my mouth with his hand, just in time to muffle a loud scream as the burning hot cum shot up through my stiff prick and gushed out like a geyser, splashing over me as high as my chest.
In spite of the sudden vicious grip of my sphincter, Thunder managed to hold on while he watched in the mirror the show of my plump smooth body squirming under the throws of a boisterous orgasm. Then, as I finally started to slump in his arms, he picked up more speed and virtually slammed me up and down his shaft. He finally hammered his cock all the way in me and let out a long, hoarse grunt, as my poor battered rectum was flooded with a deluge of his fire-hot semen.
He had to lay me on the hand-basin in front of us. For a split second his own orgasm drained all his strength. Then, he at last pulled his cock out of me and laid me down. My legs were still wobbly, and I ended up on my knees. Before I regained control of my sphincter and clenched it tight, an embarrassing surge of slime, just a small part of the contents of my rectum, leaked down my inner thighs and onto the floor. I looked down and saw the disgusting mess on the tiled floor. I then touched my arse-lips to assess the damage and couldn't believe how sore and swollen they were. Just the light touch of my fingers made me moan in pain.
Right then, Thunder reminded me of his presence by yanking my head up by the hair, to face his cock, covered in the same disgusting slime of sperm, arse-juice, with streaks of blood and shit. I couldn't believe it when he ordered me to lick it clean, but a hard slap of his hand across my face proved he was serious. I felt my stomach churn and had to make a strong effort not to vomit, but I managed to pull together enough determination to lap off the nasty mixture with my tongue, with my eyes closed shut. It was still not enough for him; he made me suck off all the goo from the top part of his cock, including under the foreskin, then lick clean the rest of the shaft, as well as his balls.
Then, as a final touch, he asked me if I wanted him to wash me down like my buddy Nuno had done. I begged him not to do it, but I had no choice but to do as he told me: I crawled over to the drain in the middle of the room and held my face up as the main target for a long steamy flow of stinking urine. He even made me turn around on my hands and knees so he could hose down my arse. And I still had to thank him for cleaning me up. I think the feeling of his urine raining me on me, together with his loud laugh as he did it, made me feel even more despised and humiliated than anything else he had inflicted on me, even more than when Nuno had also made me his urinal. Somehow, it shattered any stupid childish hope that I might have of them in any way appreciating me for submitting to their pleasure.
As soon as he finished peeing, he stood by the door with the key in his hand, ready to open it. I could hear the noise of boys outside again. A couple of times they had even tried the lock, wanting to use the toilet, so I knew there was a strong risk they would come barging in. I just prayed that none of them would see me and Thunder leaving the place. In my hurry, all I had time to do was throw on my clothes over my piss-wet body and clean up my face as best I could.