Author: Alex, from Portugal E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com
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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 26
In one last, desperate appeal to Inacio's compassion, I begged him not to let the other two use me as well. "Please, I can't possibly take you all, I can't", I sobbed. "I'll do anything you want, anything!, just with you, please". Mockingly, he caressed my soft hair and addressed me in a cynical, reassuring tone. "Don't worry, baby. Once you take my big cock, you'll hardly feel these guys' little dicks". The other two chaffed at his bragging and one of them even pretended to give me some comfort as well, "Tou don't need to worry, honey. We may not be hung quite as big as Inacio, but we have more than enough to keep you happy and we'll fuck you twice as hard to make up for the difference in size". They all laughed, of course.
After these hardly encouraging remarks, the two newcomers opened the door on my side and grabbed me by the legs. My shorts and briefs were yanked down my legs just as they pulled me out of the taxi. The rugs of the car were taken out as well and I kneeled on them, now naked except for the socks and sneakers on my feet. The three of them stood around me, with Inacio in the middle, all with their cocks sticking out of their trousers. I assessed the cocks in front of me as well as their owners and I quickly realised I was in for a difficult spell.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce you two to our little friend, how rude of me", Inacio chuckled. "Cesar, Paulo, you already know Alex, of course. Alex, instead of shaking their hands, I think it's more appropriate if you shake their cocks". They all had a good laugh as I meekly jerked both their throbbing hard-ons in my hands.
Cesar was an older man, at least 50, with gray hair already restricted to a strip on the back and sides of his balding head, a thick gray beard and a lot of salt-and-pepper chest hair pushing out of his unbuttoned shirt. He was short, with a protruding beer belly and presented me with a respectable 18 cm [7"] cock.
Paulo was much younger, 25 at most, at least as tall as Inacio and by the way he filled his tight t-shirt he must have taken very seriously the long time he obviously spent pumping iron at the gym. In the cock department he wasn't in fact very far from the size Inacio: his 20 cm [8"] penis was more than enough to seriously increase my concerns. For a moment, the fact that he was circumcised caught my attention, as I had encountered only a couple of cut cocks before, but I didn't have much time to enrich my phallic culture. My attention was soon diverted as the older man pulled my face to his hairy, sweatty crotch and shoved his cock in my mouth.
With his hands holding my head in place, Cesar forced his cock slowly into my throat, then held it inside, feeling me gag around it. He started pumping in and out, each time shoving his entire shaft inside and pressing his big hairy balls against my chin. Every so often, he would pull out completely, just long enough for me not to choke to death. After a few long minutes of deep fucking, he finally let go of me, leaving me gasping and drooling as his younger colleague pulled me to his side.
Paulo's style was different: he was intent on showing me what they meant by fucking me twice as hard. With an almost teenager brutal eagerness, he immediately started power-fucked my face like crazy, even raising me from my knees when he slammed his pelvis forward. Unable to stand his vicious assault, I tried desperately to push him away by punching against his solid, muscular legs.
My frantic battering did eventually force him to release me, but obviously made him angry. "I see the fucking bitch needs a lesson!" he barked, as he let me drop to my hands, panting and sobbing. He pulled the canvas belt from my shorts, forced me to kneel forward with my glowing arse sticking up and landed half-a-dozen furious swats across my big round buttocks, making scream in pain. The other two just laughed and cheered. Next, he used the belt to tie my wrists behind my back and I was pulled up to my knees, once more with my pretty face in position for the three of them to take turns raping my throat.
Before my cocksucker skills were again put to the test, Inacio showed the other two the effect of the rough use of my sensitive nipples. After that, I continuously my erect buds twisted and pinched. Between my kneeling legs, the relentless tit-torture made my red, puffed-out, arse-lips twist uncontrollably, farting onto the car-mat gobs of semen and arse-juice I still had deposited in my cramping guts.
The face-fucking carrousel went on for a good 20 minutes or more, until I dropped face down on the ground, from exhaustion and lack of oxygen. I was barely conscious when they held me up under my arms and threw me on my belly across the back seat of Inacio's taxi, with both doors open for easy access. They spread my legs apart and the lewd display of my abused pussy twitching painfully and dribbling slime drew plenty of cat-whistles and obscene comments about how inviting it looked. I whimpered as I felt their fingers digging and twisting excruciatingly into my raw, worn-out oozing, cunt-hole.
They started discussing who would rape my arse first. Cesar and Paulo were trying to persuade Ignacio to let them go first. Since his cock was bigger, they argued, I'd be too loose for their cocks after he used me. In my despair, I prayed that the two would get their way and delay the dreaded moment when my poor arse-hole would have to endure Inacio's bull-cock, but I wasn't granted even that tiny mercy. Inacio would hear none of it, and coldly reminded the others that I was HIS bitch and they were just benefiting from his generosity.
The next thing I felt was Inacio's knees pushing my legs apart, forcing my right leg against the back of the seat and my left leg down to the floor of the car. My hole was over-abundantly lubricated, but it still felt like he was ripping me apart when he started pushing his thick male organ into me. I suppose I have to admit that Inacio was relatively gentle, as raping goes. He pushed relentlessly, but slowly, letting me try to adjust along the way, until the whole of his 23 cm [9"] shaft was lodged inside my stretched colon. He then let out a long sigh of content, resting his hairy body on top of me, pressing on my arms, as my hands remained uncomfortably tied behind my back. He gave me a couple of minutes to get used, if that's possible, to the brutal invasion, whispering obscenely in my ear about how he loved to fuck little faggots like me and how hot and tight my wonderful cunt felt on his cock.
In the mean time, the other two had moved in front of me, determined to use my throat as long as they would have to wait for a turn at my arse. That also ensured that I couldn't scream when Inacio started pumping his cock in and out of me, quickly switching gear into a brutal high-speed pounding, pinning me down against the fake leather seat.
Simultaneously, his fingers were again working hard on my tender little tits. Unbelievably, after hours of brutal rape and in spite of the searing pain I was enduring, my vicious, swollen arse-cunt still responded, beyond my will, to the rough stimulation of my sensitive buds, by chewing hungrily on the thick ramming shaft. Feeling the inviting grip of my arse-muscles around his enormous shaft, Inacio slammed harder and harder, abandoning any restraint. He was now clear of any doubt, if he had ever had any, that this was what I was good for, what any faggot slut like me was good for.
The other two, in the meantime, were side-by-side in front of me, with their trousers dropped around ankles. They kept my mouth constantly busy by taking turns in a merciless face-fucking. By now, I had totally submitted to their lust. For the split second my mouth and throat were left empty on each exchange, I even stretched out my tongue, drooling, waiting for their foul, stiff cocks, ready to lick up every drop of the salty pre-cum that flowed from the yawning piss-slits.
For a moment, I don't know how long, I felt like I was in a trance, as if the nerve endings on my throat, my arse and my nipples were the only ones connected to my brain and these men could use them for their pleasure like strings on a puppet. I was only brought back to reality when Inacio rammed his massive sexual organ all the way up my over-stretched colon and let out a long, inhuman roar. The huge stack of semen accumulated in his bull-nuts flared up my guts, each potent discharge pushing his wasted seed deeper and deeper into me.
Inacio succumbed on top of me, exhausted. When he whispered in my ear that I was the best pussy he'd ever fucked, I couldn't help glowing with pride, as if it were some great achievement and not an unspeakable act that would make any normal, young male feel mortified.
When Inacio finally pulled out of me, it felt like he was turning my guts inside out. My arse-ring was completely numb and I only realised his cum was oozing abundantly from my gaping hole when I felt it dribbling over my tight scrotum.
As soon as he realised Inacio was at last emptying his over-flowing testicles, Cesar quickly pulled up his trousers and went around the car, ready to position himself to use my pussy. The sight of my poor back-hole after Inacio left it empty of his massive cock must have been impressive. The older man paused just to examine my pitiable, battered anus, then commented with a disappointed tone, "Shit, man! Look at that huge, gaping hole. You should have let us fuck him first, now we'll hardly be able to feel anything inside. This cunt looks like it's never going to close again!"
I shivered in terror at the thought that this might have been the moment I dreaded so much, when my arse would be raped beyond repair, but Inacio reassured cheerfully him (and me), "Don't worry. You just need to pinch the bitch's tits hard enough and his cunt will snap tight on your cock like a vise".
The man took his position on top of me, like Inacio was before, and then rammed his cock all the way in without any resistance. For a moment, he just rolled his tool in my widened fuck-hole, perhaps wondering how a boy my age could possibly have had his anus worked up to such a point. Then he decided to test Inacio's advice. I felt his fingers closing down on my sore nipples. After being pinched numb by Inacio, they throbbed excruciatingly as the blood flowed back into them, and the agony multiplied when the brutal pressured was applied on them once more.
Again, I was denied the release of screaming out my pain. The young body-builder was making full use of the opportunity of having my mouth all for himself and forced me to take a hard, deep fuck up my throat. His cock lodged in my gullet silenced the long, desperate scream I uttered when my nipples returned to their merciless torture and, just as Inacio predicted, my arse-muscles clenched eagerly around Cesar's hairy cock. My pussy seemed to be impossible to defeat was still only too happy to react to the trigger of my nipples and chew eagerly on yet another intruding phallus. Cesar let out a guttural, pleased moan, and went immediately into over-drive, pounding me like a maniac against the sweaty seat under me.
The old man was crazy with lust and kept rambling all along with all kinds of obscenities, "Oh yes faggot, take that hard cock. I know you love my hard cock up your hot, sweet pussy. Shit, I wish my wife was ever half as good a fuck as you are". After having used my tight, slippery throat for quite a while, he was too excited to hold for long inside my clenching hole, regardless of how much he tried to resist the impatient demand of my pussy for his sperm. The growl he let out right before his blazing cum fired up his penis and into me had as much of animal pleasure as of frustration for not being able to prolong the exquisite pleasure ministered by my cunt.
The younger man, on the other end, didn't seem at all concerned about losing his load too soon, and still power-fucked my throat like a horny teenager. Even before his older partner started to cum, he began to flood my throat with his young, potent sperm. The first spurts shot deep at the back of my throat and went straight down my oesophagus, but as he started to pull back, the next ones filled my mouth and the last couple of them purposely splashed right across my face, pasting on my eyes.
I was only too happy to take his salty cum anywhere he wanted. I would have to admit I liked it a lot I wished, but most of all it convinced me that I had avoided taking a third cock in my over-strained backside. However, he quickly disillusioned me, as if he could read my mind. "Don't worry, baby. After I shoot the first load I always stay hard, and now I'll last much longer in that fantastic pussy you've got there. Get ready to enjoy a long, hard fuck, baby".
The muscular young man went around the taxi and pulled me out by my feet. I was now standing on my legs outside the car, but I was bent forward into the car, with my hands resting on the seat. I looked down and was embarrassed to see a large puddle of semen and arse-juice that had leaked out of my hole and was nested in the fold of the seat. More of it was still seeping out of my open pussy, making me feel soggy between my legs.
Inacio looked in through the other door and saw the soiled seat. "Look at that filthy mess you made in my taxi. Clean that up, you nasty slut!" he yelled. I looked at him, puzzled, wondering how I would do that. Answering the question I hadn't dared formulate, he pushed my face down on the fake leather seat and barked "Use your fucking tongue, bitch, what else? Lick it all up!" With my face pressed on the fake leather, I dutifully started scooping up the slime with my tongue, as the three of them laughed and made fun of me.
I was still carrying out my cleaning assignment when I felt my meaty buns slapped hard several times, then pulled wide apart. Paulo's fingers pried my purple arse-lips apart, releasing an abundant flow of slime down my tight, hairless scrotum. He rubbed his knob on the thick fluid running from my arse, and then pushed his 20 cm [8"] cock into me, burying it all the way inside my over-flowing cunt in one single, vicious thrust.
I screamed in agony and begged for mercy, but I got none. Instead, he went at once into a brutal, forceful pounding, making his rampant cock fire in and out of me and his solid, muscular thighs slam painfully against mine. As if that wasn't enough, his big hands regularly slapped my buttocks with cruel force, adding the red imprints of his palm and fingers to the belt welts he had already applied on my milky white globes.
The other two, instead of preventing his sadistic rape, were in fact laughing, cheering and calling me all sort of filthy obscenities. There was indeed a moment when Inacio intervened, but not to spare me any more suffering. He pushed me back into the taxi, but this time I was on my back. He didn't release my wrists from the belt, so I had my weight resting uncomfortably on my arms under me. The brutal body-builder didn't lose any time in getting back on the saddle. He bent my legs back and slammed his baby-maker inside me again, with just the same vicious force as he had started.
In this position I was forced to watch his handsome, ruthless expression grinning over me and he could enjoy the contortions of agony on my pretty, tearful face. That was until my head was tilted back over the side edge of the seat, in a position where Inacio could align his shaft with my throat and I had no control over the relentless fuck he gave me. He soon had my gorge stretched around his huge 23 cm [9"] cock, making me taste on it the cocktail of sperm and anal secretions from my own arse.
"The little slut is loving it", the muscular fucker chuckled, "look at his tiny boner". Once again, I hated my own tiny penis for shaming me in front of these brutal men. "They all end up loving it, even when they try to resist", Inacio added. "Let's see if we can still give this one some extra incentive", and again his cruel fingers were on my erect nipples, viciously squeezing and twisting them. I felt like an electric discharge was running through me, and my throat and my arse held on to their cocks as if my life depended on it. At least, that made them stop their vicious pounding for a couple of minutes, holding still to better enjoy the pleasing contractions of my young muscles around their cocks.
Then the thrusts resumed, just as strong, with the two men teasing each other to see who could sustain for longer the irresistible effects of my slutty holes. Not surprisingly, Inacio had no problem beating his opponent's youthful, eager loins. The thrusts into my arse when Paulo finally had to part with his seed were more ferocious than any before, either for the mind-blowing orgasm I was giving him, or because he wanted to blame me for his defeat.
To my ultimate shame, the brute force of his pounding and the feel of his rich young sperm impregnating me inside actually raised me to a powerful orgasm. I had cum already once when I was being fucked face down, but that had fortunately passed unnoticed, my minor ejaculation easily dispersed in the puddle of cum draining from my arse-hole. This time, however, it was in full display, more from the way my body jerked and heaved than from the couple of drops of seminal fluid seeping from the little knob of my erect prick.
They had all come twice already, so I hoped it was all over at last, but Paulo still had plenty of his youthful stamina left and he wanted to make up for his defeat in the restraint game with Inacio by showing off his sexual endurance. At first I thought he was just giving me a few last thrusts before he pulled out, but I was shocked when I realised with dismay that he was, in fact, going straight into another fuck, while the other two cheered him on, not without a grain of envy. At least, he had decided to let my tortured nipples alone, perhaps because he was afraid that their effect would again make him cum too quickly.
When I saw Inacio coming up to my upturned face with his limp cock dangling, I feared that he too would want to make me work for his third cum-load, but his intentions were different, to my relief, even if they were far from pleasant. "I forgot to tell you the bitch here loves piss too. I think we should reward him, after he was so nice to us, don't you think?" Cesar, of course, was only too happy to agree, and even Paulo, busy hammering my poor fuck-hole, applauded the idea enthusiastically.
Inacio commanded me to open my mouth wide, then aimed his piss-slit into,. The steaming, foul, liquid hit my tongue directly and quickly filled my oral cavity, now converted into a urinal. I chocked and gagged and piss spluttered out. I remembered to close my eyes shut, so they were now burning with the acid urine. "Drink it, or you'll have to lick the muddy ground, bitch!" Inacio growled. The stream of piss was just too strong for me to take it all down quickly enough, particularly in such an uncomfortable position, but fortunately my efforts seemed to be enough to satisfy Inacio.
I had my eyes closed, but I knew Cesar was coming next, so I kept my mouth open. He used a different technique: made me wrap my swollen lips around his cockhead, then released short jolts of fluid, so that I had no excuse not to swallow it all down and he sure his urine didn't go to waste.
Watching his friends use me as a urinal clearly turned Paulo on and brought him to his third orgasm, the second he deposited in my colon. I waited for him to pull out, and as he kept prolonging his stay inside me I grew worried that he might actually be thinking of going to yet another fuck.
He did have something else for me, but this time it was not sperm. Taking on Inacio's idea, he released his urine inside me. His powerful jet of piss blasted up my guts, quickly raising the pressure inside and giving me the first cramps, adding pain to the humiliation of having a man piss inside. The capacity of his bladder seemed to huge, as it took him a long while to empty it out inside me.
When Paulo was finally going to pull out, Inacio stepped in and told him to hold on, as he didn't want my foul cargo spilling inside his taxi. With Paulo's cock still impaled inside me, I was puzzled to realise that Inacio was pulling off my sneakers and socks. Next, he rolled up the socks into the form of a plug. To my shocked surprise, he managed to push it in just as Paulo withdrew his shaft, before my hole could even close back fast enough not to let out more than a small gush of the piss. A hard slap on my cheek signalled me to clench my hole tight around the rolled up socks.
"There, that should hold at least until you get home", Inacio declared, cheered by the laughter of Cesar and Paulo. As a final test to the security of the plug, Inacio gave my nipples a nasty twist, making me squirm and whimper in pain. My sphincter first clenched fiercely tight, then opened hungrily, pushing out my thick purple arse-lips, but the plug remained safely lodged inside me, not losing more than a couple of drops of my liquid cargo.
"Looks like that hot cunt is still hungry for more", Paulo said, rubbing the growing bulge in his crotch. I shivered at the thought that it might all start again, but Inacio cut him short, "Leave the little bitch alone, Paulo. We can't wear out his pussy all in one day, can we?" Paulo still muttered, "I wouldn't mind trying...", but fortunately, he accepted Inacio's decision.
I tried to stand up, but they had to hold me at first, until my muscles regained some strength. Next, they watched amusedly as I slowly picked up my clothes and put them on, careful to keep my sphincter tightly compressed around the rolled socks. At last, I slid my bare feet into my sneakers and was ready to go, as ready as I could ever be.
Cesar slapped my arse playfully. "You're a hot little thing. I hope we'll meet again soon", he said. Paulo came up to me, and gave my right nipple a mean squeeze through the fabric of the t-shirt. He chuckled at the way I still squirmed in pain and lust. "I am sure we'll meet again", he warned me, "You owe me one fuck, bitch, and I always collect". They all laughed, and then the two of them headed for their taxis. Inacio helped me into his and the three cars drove off, following different directions after getting out of the woods and onto the main road.