Author: Alex, from Portugal E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com
Any feedback will be much appreciated.
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.
FOREWORD: Some of you more attentive readers have noticed that Alex started out the day wearing shorts, in part 21, and was wearing trousers in parts 22 and 24 (he was naked all through part 23, of course). Sorry for that. He's correctly wearing shorts for this next part, and his naked smooth legs are likely to help getting him into trouble again.
Part 25
I walked out of the construction site and onto the street through the same hole in the fence I had so unfortunately used to get in. I was now feeling the full consequences of the brutal sexual abuse I had been subject to. After all I'd been put through, this last fuck by Luis seemed to have worn me out the most. First, there were the more direct effects: my raw, swollen arse hurt like hell with every movement, forcing to walk slowly, my throat was sore and aching badly, and my mouth lips seemed almost as swollen and sensitive as my arse lips. On top of that, it seemed that every muscle in my body was aching, from all the time I had been kept in different strenuous positions for one man after another to take his pleasure. It felt as if I had been through a hard, thorough beating.
To make it worse, it was getting dark now, and chilly. Dressed in shorts and a thin t-shirt, still partly soaked from Luis's piss, I shivered with cold as I walked across the street to the bus stop.
Just then, I realised that I had never gotten my subscription card back from the bus conductor after he had apprehended it as a pretext to make me comply with his obscene lust, as well as share me with the bus driver. As I didn't have any money on me either, I would have to walk home, which seemed an impossible ordeal in my condition.
As a last resort, I went to the bus company's ticket counter and explained the situation. All the attendant could tell me was to return in the morning and go to their office upstairs. Seeing how distressed I looked, however, he suggested that I should try taking a taxi and arranging for the driver to wait by my house while I went in for the money.
I had never taken a taxi on my own in my life, but it seemed my only choice. Heading to the nearest taxi stop, I walked through the building of the train station and went out through the door that was right next to the public toilets that I already knew so well.
There were three free taxis outside, waiting for customers. The driver of the first was out of his car, leaning against driver door and smoking a cigarette. He was a tall, bulky guy, probably aged 40 or so, with a rough look. I stood there for a moment, hesitating on what to do.
Just then, someone came up behind me and groped my arse. The hand roughly squeezing my fat buttock made me jump up and as I turned around, I recognized the older man I had sucked in the toilets there and had later fucked me at the back seat of the bus.
He grinned, rubbed his crotch, and winked in the direction of the station door, obviously inviting me to follow him to the toilets. I couldn't help blushing and lowering my eyes in embarrassment, but his pestering pushed me to muster the nerve to come up to the driver and try to explain my situation so I could finally get home. With tears starting to come to my eyes, I insistently promised that I would give him his money if he would just wait at the end of the trip.
For a second, that seemed an eternity to me, he just stood there, looking me up and down, with a blank unfriendly face. Then suddenly he smiled, patted me on the shoulder, and told me not to worry. I felt so relieved. He opened the front passenger door and and had me seated inside, then went up to the two other two taxi drivers to exchange a few words with them. I looked to the station door and saw the older man waving me goodbye and disappearing inside.
The taxi driver seemed very cheerful when he came back, sat beside me and started the car. He stretched his hand with a smile and introduced himself "Inacio. What's your name, little fellow?" I smiled back, more confident, and shook his hand. "Alexandre, but you can call me Alex, everyone does." He turned on the radio and told me not to worry about the money. "We can easily find a solution for that", he added. I finally felt that something would actually turn right for me that horrible day.
My optimism was short lived, however. As soon as we got out of the town centre, I suddenly felt his hand move away "accidentally" from the clutch and grope my smooth naked leg. I shivered and tried to move away, pressing my back against the car door, but he didn't let go of my leg and in fact moved his hand upwards between my thighs. Instinctively, I closed my legs, trying to squeeze his hand out.
He was looking me in the eye and as I clenched my legs, his face beamed in a wide lustful smile, as if that was some sort of positive signal to his advances. He slid his hand in and out of the tight cleft between my thighs and commented "Well, well, you are a lively one, aren't you?!"
"No, Sir, you get it all wrong. I don't do these things, I swear. Please let me go, please!!!" I pleaded with him, but he didn't seem all convinced. "Oh, so you don't like it, you say" he chuckled, and ran my hair through his fingers, picking up a big gob of Luis's sperm that I inadvertently still carried. "Then how did you get this on your hair?" he asked. I was too embarrassed to say anything, so he just grinned and rubbed the slimy drop between his fingers right in front of my eyes, then ran the fingertips right across my blushing face. "So you come out of the station area where all the faggots go, you have cum in your hair, you seem all too familiar with old fag going to the toilets, and you still expect me to believe that you're not into it...? C'mon, I don't need to be some Sherlock Holmes to figure you out!"
"No, no, it's like that, it wasn't in the toilets this time, you have to believe me" I pleaded, with tears running down my face. Seeing his wide amused grin, I immediately realised that my denial was in fact half a confession, which he was quick to pick on. "Ah, we're getting somewhere... it wasn't in the toilets 'this time', so where was it, 'this time' then...?"
I frantically blurted out a snivelling account of all my ordeals that afternoon, on the bus, in the basement of the construction site and with Luis. I hoped that if he knew the extent of my misfortune he would pity me and let me go. Instead, he let out a surprised whistle and rubbed his crotch ostensibly. "Uhmmm! I was right, you are a lively one! I saw your blond friend picking up a taxi soon before you showed up and I know him from the toilets. He is one devil little bitch, that one. And you say those guys in the building site fucked you and your little buddy too? That sure is a big change from the old fags they usually pick up at the station toilets."
At this point, he headed out of the main road and into a forest lane. Distracted by our conversation, I hadn't realised we had not been heading to my neighbourhood. He drove for a few more minutes, then stopped the car in a small clearing, away from the main road and surrounded by bushes and pine trees.
"Here we can have some fun without being disturbed" he remarked, in an friendly tone. "So it's your friend's piss soaking your t-shirt, is it?" he said, running his hand over my chest. Looking down, I realised my hard, swollen nipples were protruding obscenely under the damp fabric. My little body shivered with a mix of dread and anticipation, as his fingers started teasing them gently, rolling them between his finger tips as if he was just admiring how huge they seemed. When the pressure of his fingers increased painfully, I let out a yelp, that must have sounded terribly girly, and my round arse ground hard against the seat under me, already falling prey to lust. At the same time, I felt a fluid seeping between my twitching arse-lips, making me feel embarrassingly wet between my legs. It was surely some remnants of all the slimy sperm I had been filled with that afternoon, mixed with the natural lubrication that my own tyrannical and insatiable pussy produced as it welcomed one brutal, raping cock after another.
Right then, I made my last desperate attempt to escape being abused yet again. In a sudden movement, I tried to open the door, intending to jump out and run into the woods, but my aching body wasn't nearly fast enough to escape his reaction. With firm grip on my left arm, he easily yanked me back in and pulled the door shut.
Any sign of gentleness on his part was now gone. Looking me threateningly in the eye, his painful grip on my arm holding me in place, he made clear what I could expect: "Listen, bitch: I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you good. The wife is pregnant and I haven't fucked in a week, so you've showed up just at the right time for me. You can either be a good bitch, take it nicely and I'll drop you home when I'm through with you, or you can play hard to get, I'll make you take it anyway and I might even end up leaving you up here in the woods on your own. I'm just as happy either way..."
Without releasing his grip on my arm, with the other hand he opened his jeans and pulled his cock out. I sighed in dismay as I saw it: a huge 23 cm [9"] veiny shaft with a big mushroom head, with a gaping piss slit already oozing fuck-lube. In the pitiful condition of my throat and arse, I couldn't imagine how I would possibly be able to take that monster inside me, but I knew trying to fight him would only hurt me more, so my only chance to get out of that situation without some serious damage was to cooperate and hope that he would be as gentle as possible.
When he put his big hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down on his crotch, I offered no resistance. The big knob entered my mouth and I licked around it, hoping to delay as much as possible the next stages, which, as I knew very well by now, would only be worse and worse. For a while, he seemed content to enjoy the warm wetness of my mouth and the caresses of my tongue. His fist squeezed the thick shaft upwards and a gush of fluid ran over my tongue, filling my mouth with the strong, salty taste of precum that had unfortunately become so familiar to me those last days.
If I had tried to fight him off, I am sure he would have been much rougher, but that doesn't mean that he was anything close to gentle, either. "Let's see what kind of a cocksucker you are, bitch" was all the warning I got before he suddenly forced me down on his cock. Holding me firmly by the hair on the back of my head, he forced my agonizing throat up and down on his shaft, unmoved by the irrepressible retching that shook my whole body and the evident suffering I endured from having his huge phallus rammed in and out of my sore, raw gullet.
After the first assault, he released my hair and ordered me to show him what I could do on my own, without his brutal coaxing. I knew only too well I had to work hard to please him, or he'd go back to force-fucking my throat, or, even worse, decide that it was time to move to my arse.
I was on my knees in the pit of the passenger seat, while he sat back comfortably with his right leg pulled up, resting over my back. I had lost my piss-damp t-shirt and the heel of his cowboy boot rubbed menacingly along my arse-crack, still protected by my shorts.
Just as I seemed to be getting the situation slightly under control, I was startled by some noise outside the car. Instinctively, I stopped sucking and tried to raise my head to see what it was, but he just pushed me down again and shoved his cock back into my throat. I perked up my ear and managed to identify what I was sure were two cars driving into the clearing and stopping close to us. I suppose I could have thought that whoever it was might help me out of my predicament, but, in fact, I was terribly uneasy about anyone seeing me in this obscene situation, and his relaxed attitude only proved that this was certainly not a development in my favour.
My anxiousness only increased as I heard steps outside and a male voice said, "Oh fuck! Look at the little fag taking that huge cock! He sucks like a real pro". "Yeah, he's certainly one of the cutest faggots we ever brought here. I can't wait to have the little bitch working on my cock ", a younger male voice added. "C'mon Inacio, get the slut out of the car so we can have some fun too", the first man demanded.
Inacio pulled me away from his cock and I could finally look around and see who was there. I recognized the other two taxi drivers from the station, one peeping from each of the front windows of the taxi, with a wide, luscious grins on their faces. Inacio greeted them and introduced me. "This is Alex. This cute little angel loves taking cock in the station toilets, but today he was very busy with some bus company men and then those fuckers from the construction site across the street all had their fun with him. Isn't that right, baby?" I blushed at this embarrassing presentation of me and nodded in shame. The two men laughed, showing surprise by the recount of my promiscuous afternoon. There was perhaps also some disappointment for not catching me in a fresher condition, but still there was no doubt they intended to make the most of me.