Author: Alex, from Portugal E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com
Feedback much appreciated, off course.
This story may have non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you.
Part 20
I was so tired after Nuno and Vitor's late visit that I slept late the next morning, right until my mom came in and woke me up. She drew the curtains wide open and the room filled with the morning light. She announced cheerfully that Nuno, was there with two other friends and I should get up quickly and go out to enjoy the sunny morning.
The mention of Nuno, my best friend and now my pimp, immediately reminded me of how my life had turned into a complete mess. That in turn made me painfully aware of how sore my whole body was after the sexual abuse I had had to endure the last two days, particularly my battered arse, which seemed to be turning quickly into everyone's favourite pussy.
I looked at my brother's bed, but it was empty. He would have left a couple of hours before for his handball practice. I was still carrying inside his last cum-load, together with Vitor's, from when they had woke me up in the middle of the night demanding my sexual services. I had fallen asleep naked from the waist down and my pyjama trousers were on the floor by the bed, where my brother Carlos had thrown them after the stripped them off me.
I obviously couldn't get out of bed half naked with her around. To make matters worse, I felt my sore arse under the covers and realised some of the slime they had left inside me had leaked out through my loose, swollen hole. I was all soggy between my legs and there was also a big wet stain on the sheet.
Mom obviously had no intention of leaving until I got up, but I could hardly pop out of bed in front of her naked from the waist down and dripping cum down my legs. I just pretended to be dozing off and whined about wanting to stay in bed, as I usually did. She kept insisting, going on time and again with her mantra about how I should make more friends and go out more. It was obvious she was happy that Nuno had showed up with two new friends for me, or so she thought, and she was determined to make me seize the opportunity of mingling more.
I hoped she would eventually just give up and leave and I could then have a chance to make a dash to the toilet to release my load of human seed and clean myself up. Once that problem solved I would deal somehow with Nuno and my two new "friends", whoever they were. Whatever Nuno had in mind it certainly couldn't be good news.
With my luck, things took a turn for the worse. I was terrified when she suddenly called downstairs for the three boys to come up and get me out of bed, since she couldn't do it and she was late for her appointment at the hairdresser's anyway.
It was good news that she left, but it was very bad news that Nuno and the other two were now in front of me before I had a chance to solve my embarrassing situation. One of my supposed new friends was the "client" Nuno had set me up with at school for a blowjob in the toilets. Both he and the second boy were a couple of years older than me and Nuno. I knew the second boy from the neighbourhood, though he didn't go to our school. They were in full soccer gear, except for the sneakers instead of soccer boots, and I recognised the uniform of the team where Miguel and Luis played, the same uniform the two were wearing the last time I had been with them and Vitor in the ruined warehouse up the street, just the afternoon before.
Nuno proudly informed me that our little business venture was starting on the right foot, as my first client not only had enjoyed my services and returned for more, but had also brought in a new costumer. In case I had any doubts about what they had in mind, the two boys were already ostensibly rubbing the crotch of their soccer shorts. Nuno added that they had the intention of taking me to the old ruined warehouse up the street (that I already knew only too well), but since my mom had gone out and left the house to ourselves, I could service them right there in the comfort of my own bedroom.
I started to protest, but remained in bed and held tight to the covers. Nuno didn't take any notice of my complaints, and quickly noticed that I should have some particular reason not to get out of bed and to insist on keeping myself covered. I tried unsuccessfully to push him away, but he easily managed to pull the covers off me.
The sight of my naked legs and arse obviously turned them on even more. The worst, however, was when they made me hold my legs spread wide. The sight of my obscenely puffed out arse-lips leaking abundantly with stale sperm brought surprised whistles from them and was the clearest evidence of my shameful perversions.
Dropping any hope of defence, I just whimpered without resistance when Nuno shoved two fingers past my slippery sphincter and rolled them around in the promising warm moistness of my rectum. The day before, the threat of reprisals from Vitor had kept Nuno from taking his best friend's anal virginity (which unfortunately was taken by Thunder, the school gardener, immediately afterwards). This time nothing would stop him from claiming the right to fuck my newly trained cunt.
As he finger-fucked my pussy, he matter-of-factly asked who's sperm was I carrying inside me. I was suddenly aware of how horrible it would be that he and the others would learn that I had sex with my own brother. Carlos was all that I thought I should be: masculine, strong, hairy, popular, an accomplished sportsman, successful with the girls; and dad was proud of him, instead of being ashamed of me, like I knew he was. Being degraded and stripped of my masculinity for Carlos's pleasure was the price I willingly paid to in some way share of all his qualities. Now, picturing it for the first time through the eyes of others, our incestuous relationship was so horrible and shameful that I couldn't help starting to cry.
I muttered an explanation about some man fucking me in an alley when I was on my way home, but Nuno didn't seem too convinced. To try to make it more plausible, I had to say that I had kept the man's sperm inside me because that turned me on, which obviously drew amused sneers from the three.
Nuno laughed and promised me a "refill", but he still didn't seem too convinced. He looked musingly at his slime-dripping fingers when he drew them out, before shoving them in my mouth for cleaning, which I diligently did. Then suddenly a wide grin lit his face. He bent over and whispered in my ear, so the other two wouldn't hear it, "It's your brother, isn't it?! You're taking cock from your very own brother, you nasty whore!" My shocked face confirmed his suspicions and made useless all my hasty attempts to deny it. He just kept on, making it look uglier and uglier. "Oh fuck man, that's so sick! Seducing your own brother! You are one sick faggot slut!" I was now crying profusely, burning with shame under his amusedly disgusted look.
Nuno then told me something even worse, "Just wait until I tell everyone about this. You're going to be the most popular whore in the whole town. Imagine that, even your own brother fucks you!" The idea was so terrible that I jumped out of bed and dropped to my knees, begging him not to tell anyone. He seemed to consider his options for a moment, then generously agreed to keep it a secret... as long as I did what he told me. Now I was at his mercy even more than before.
The other two were puzzled by the whole scene and started asking what was going on and what was so shameful that I would beg Nuno on my knees not to reveal it. To distract them and shut them up, Nuno decided to offer them free access to my services, "as a promotional offer", which they immediately claimed. Nuno stripped me of my pyjama top and offered me to their pleasure. The two boys had their soccer shorts down and their rock-hard cocks sticking up almost vertically from their crotches. Contrary to hairless me and to Nuno, who had only some stubble on his crotch, they both had already a nice patch of pubic hair, which I couldn't help admiring.
My new client was the first to use my mouth. For a 14-year-old, he already had a nice 15cm [6"] cock, bigger than his buddy's. It was evidently the first blowjob he got in his life and the hot moist suction of my mouth drove him crazy, moaning loud and thrusting his hips forward. I don't think it took him more than a minute to shoot his load in my mouth, but his cock stayed steel hard and he just kept hammering my mouth until the other one pushed him away to take his turn.
The boy was disappointed for shooting so quickly, but he promised at once he'd last much longer the second time. The second boy shoved his cock roughly in my mouth, which he had already experienced the day before. After I had been with him, I had had quite a lot more experience after and my skills as a cock-sucker had improved, but, in spite of my efforts to make him shoot quickly, he managed to last much longer than his friend before he eventually released a sizeable load of sperm over my tongue.
In the meantime, my pimp Nuno had pulled me up to my hands and knees and was going for his first ever fuck. He easily shoved his boyish cock in my loose slimy hole without any need for extra lubrication and started at once to rabbit-fuck me. It was the smallest cock to fuck me yet, so it wasn't too difficult to take, but the harsh pounding of my irritated arse-ring still made it very uncomfortable.
It didn't take him long to add his small consignment of pre-teen sperm to the two loads I was still carrying inside. However, my pussy didn't rest for long, as the boy I had sucked first quickly claimed Nuno's offer of free pussy. His cock was bigger and having shot once already, he did manage to make it last this time, even though he used the same unsophisticated rabbit technique of Nuno. His larger cock also managed to hit the dreaded trigger inside me, causing my slut arse to take control and respond to his assault regardless of my will. To my dismay, my own prick was soon shooting a little load of clear seminal fluid all over the floor, greeted by their humiliating laughter and cheers.
The grip of my orgasming pussy made him cum as well. His buddy quickly took his place and my hole accepted the smaller cock without a flinch. On his part, my pimp was now feeding me his cock. It had hardly softened after he shot his load inside me and I went straight from cleaning up my own arse-slime to giving him a fresh blow-job. By the time he fed me his boyish sperm, I was also taking the third load up my abused arse.
All the three boys had now used both my mouth and arse, but my hopes that they would be through with me proved unfounded when Nuno asked me with a grin if it was true that faggots also make good arse-lickers and made me admit that I had licked arse before. At first, the other two found it gross and "queer" to have theirs arse-holes licked, but once they saw how Nuno went wild with me pushing my face in his arse-crack, their scruples vanished. Before I knew it, I was lying on the floor on my back, with the three of them taking turns sitting on my face.
That inevitably got them all horny again, and I was in for another good long hour of arse-licking, cock-sucking and butt-fucking. Their eager young hormones made them shoot quickly, but also got them ready for more in no time, so there never seemed to be any lack of hard boy-cock around for me to service.
At last, their sexual energy seemed to subside and I reminded them it was time to finish because my mom would be back at any time. Somewhat reluctantly, Nuno agreed to put an end to our little orgy and I sighed in relief. I was exhausted and a total mess. I had cum leaking out of my arse, all over my face and hair and even on my belly (which was in fact my own, from a second time I had popped my load). I reeked of sperm, sweat and boy-arse.
Looking down at me with a mixture of disgust and amusement, Nuno pointed out the several small pools of slime on the wooden floor. "You don't want your mother to find that, do you? It's not that I care if she finds out her sissy son is a faggot whore, but I don't want her to imagine we were here doing dirty stuff with you." I picked up my pyjama bottom that was still lying there and was going to use it to clear up the floor, but Nuno snatched it out of my hand. "That won't do, stupid! Your mom would see it when she does the laundry. The only safe way is for you to lick it all up..."
I looked up in shock, but I knew he wasn't giving me an option. I crawled on the floor, diligently licking the several drops of slime, while the three of them laughed and cheered all through it. Sometimes Nuno would call my attention to a spot he didn't think was clean enough and made me lick it up again. To make it even worse, my guts were starting to cramp and I didn't manage to hold back a couple of loud wet farts which added to the slime already dripping down my legs, and also drew extra cheers and laughter from them.
When I finally got the floor literally spit-shiny, Nuno informed me that there were also some stains on their sneakers that I needed to take care of as well. At once, the other two agreed with cheerful enthusiasm. Sheepishly, I crawled to their feet and licked their sneakers, one by one.
When all the cleaning up was over, Nuno finally got into his jeans and the other two put on their soccer shorts. Just then, Nuno announced that I had done such a good work that, as a reward, they shouldn't leave without helping me to clean myself up. Not understanding where he was heading, I thanked him and declined, replying naively that I would do fine on my own, still not realising that his strangely attentive offer couldn't mean anything good for me.
He pulled me to my feet and dragged me to the bathroom. The other two followed us, knowing that something amusing was still in store. I didn't do more than whimper meekly when Nuno made me kneel on the floor of the bathtub and pulled his limp dick out. I was familiar with his piss, from the time he had mouth-raped me in the toilets two days before, but it was even worse that he was doing it in front of others this time. The two boys remained in amazed silence as they realised that was going to happen. When Nuno's stream of hot stinking piss hit me they started to make all sorts of disgusted comments, moving on to excited cheers that let me no doubt they would also want to use me as their urinal next.
Nuno's fetid urine splashed on my face, mixing with my tears, and soaked my hair before washing down along my body. "Open your dirty cocksucker mouth, bitch! It needs cleaning too", he commanded. The rancid fluid gargled in my open mouth, making me gag and choke on it, which amused the three of them even more. As soon as Nuno had emptied his bladder, the other two approached and opened their taps on me at the same time. I didn't dare shut my mouth, which remained as the favourite target for their twin streams of piss.
Before they left, Nuno snorted a huge gob of spit and threw it right at my eyes. The other two burst out laughing and, inevitably, repeated his degrading gesture, each one trying to pull up a bigger snort. Only then did the three boys leave, with cheery promises of using me again many times.
I stayed still on the bottom of tub for a few minutes, with piss and spit dripping on my face, unable to gather the strength to get up. Finally, I got out of the tub, closed the bathroom door and started the shower. I cried convulsively as the warm water washed away the dirt on my body.
Feeling a little better, I decided I should also wash up inside, getting rid of the slime I had accumulated in my guts. Using the technique I had discovered the day before, I pressed the showerhead against my loose hole and let the water flow inside me. The feeling of fullness in my guts made my little prick stand up hard, and it throbbed even more when I bent down and let the water gush out of my hole. This time the shame didn't hold me back, and I filled and emptied myself several times while I jerked myself off.
By the time I got out of the shower, my mom was already home and was knocking on the door asking me if everything was all right. Restored by the long shower, I walked out of the bathroom in an almost cheerful mood. I explained that we had been out playing soccer for an hour and I had come back in need of a good long shower. She was very happy that I was getting along well with my new friends and they had even talked me into doing some exercise. She didn't notice my sigh when I thought how well we had in fact gotten along and what sort of exercises they had talked me into doing...