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 28
It took me quite a while to empty my guts of all the cum and piss I had been dumped inside. In addition, the constant stirring of my guts during the repeated fucks I had suffered in that horrible, endless day had left me with ghastly bubbles of gas along my colon that stumbled excruciatingly inside me in every recess until they would at last be expelled through my aching, swollen anus in long, degrading farts.
As I whimpered and squirmed in agony on the toilet seat, it felt like each dribbling release of gas was still carrying out some of the genes of all those men that had spewed their seed deep into me, as if their invading sperm could have reached every part of my mercilessly pounded guts.
At last, I was able to crawl to the bathtub and take a long hot shower. A real one this time, not like the one I faked while I watched my sweet, dear mom offering herself like a bitch in heat to one of my own rapists of the day.
Like in the previous evening, I also tried to flush my guts with warm water, but it immediately started giving me a stiffy and I stopped it. After all I had been through, I was terrified of the things this depraved and pitiless arse-cunt I now had to carry between my legs could make me do. It was terrible how this despised and ignored opening in my boyish body could have turned in just a couple of days into the masterful epicentre of the living hell my life had become.
My newly acquired pussy was only one of the weapons my own young body had turned against me, and against itself. I particularly hated the way my little pecker boned up in the most humiliating and painful situations. For any pubescent boy, his dick should be a proud sign of his budding manliness, as well as a source of gratification that rewarded the start of his transformation into an adult male. Yet mine had quickly become nothing but an instrument of degradation and a shameful evidence of my meek submission to the most obscene male perversions.
Then there were my nipples as well, a vicious ally of my cunt and my prick. They too had been ignored during my 12 years of life, but now emerged to play a decisive role in the cruel destruction of my nascent masculinity.
What still surprised me most, however, was how my throat allowed itself to be stretched beyond belief to accommodate the full length and girth of massive cocks. Of course, for any of the men I had been forced to deep-throat it was completely irrelevant, if not in fact an extra turn-on, all the pain and degradation that I had to endure in order for them to take their pleasure in using my throat like a tight, slimy cunt-hole. After watching how my mom desperately tried to take all of the taxi driver's 23 cm [9"] cock and failed, I started to realise why my unfortunate skills for giving head were so appreciated and how surprised and delighted the men were to find them in an inexperienced young boy like me. I really seemed to be a "natural" cocksucker, just as they repeatedly told me.
After coming out of the shower and drying myself, I had to pick up my soiled clothes. It forced me to think again of all the horrible things I had been through along that day, particularly when I dealt with the mucky mass of my rolled-up socks, reminding me of how they had been rammed up my rectum to cruelly prolong the mortifying distress of having my insides bursting with male piss and cum. I threw them in the litterbin with revulsion and put the rest of my dirty clothes in the laundry basket, praying that my mom wouldn't notice the stains and smell of piss.
As I came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around my waist, I heard mom and dad arguing downstairs, in the kitchen. Their arguments had become more and more frequent. Most of the times it was about money problems, in particular dad's gambling debts, but this one sounded like a very nasty quarrel.
I stood at the top of the stairs trying to make out what they were saying, but the kitchen door was closed and I couldn't really understand what it was all about. I was considering if I should go down and try to listen in, when suddenly it was over. They stopped screaming at each other, and then I heard dad leave, slamming the door behind him, and drive off in his car.
Now in my room, I stood once again in front of the tall mirror. I had examined myself in it just after I sucked my first cocks, but still retained my anal virginity. Only two days had passed, but they felt like a lifetime to me. Strangely, this time I found myself, at the same time I examined myself, wondering how much I physically resembled my mother.
The swollen mouth-lips were the first visible mark of what I had had to suffer. They had always had an embarrassingly vivid colour, but the repeated battering by big, hard cock-shafts pounding my mouth had made them disproportionately full and dark, as if I had applied a whorish amount of red lipstick, which was the sort of exaggerated make-up my mom often wore.
Next, I couldn't help noticing with dismay how my fleshy, smooth chest rolled up into two slightly curvy, firm mounds that could easily be mistaken on any girl my age for a precocious, and very promising, pair of breasts. Of course, this had not much to do with my mom's big jugs, but, the similarity was far more striking from the way my nipples had been transformed by the relentless torture they had suffered all along my first days of hell. The circular crowns were much larger and had passed from light pink to dark purple, now contrasting sharply with the milky-pale skin around them. The buds themselves were even darker, and remained exaggeratedly swollen, looking like two tiny obscene cocks planted on my chest. They were in such constant and excruciatingly sensitive erection, that just the occasional contact with the towel as I dried myself after the shower had been enough to bring fresh tears of agony to my eyes.
As I glanced down, I realised the towel around my waist happened to be pink, which made it look even more like a skirt. I turned my back to the mirror and slowly raised the towel, progressively revealing my meaty, round thighs and buttocks. I felt tears in my eyes as I was forced to recognize how much the large, pale-white globes resembled my mother's, except for the wide, purple welts that Paulo's punishing belt had left painfully imprinted across my backside.
I took the towel off and turned around in front of the mirror, examining my body. The tone of skin was very much like mom's, and the fleshy, almost feminine, roundness of my completely hairless body made the resemblance very plausible indeed.
I bent forward to view my arse in the mirror, just as I had seen hers when she was bent over the kitchen table. I carefully spread my aching cheeks, just as she did when she was lewdly displaying herself for Inacio and, unknowingly, for her own son.
My perfect smoothness contrasted with her hairy bush of pubic hair and of course, my still tight scrotum and my thin little penis were in the place of her big bulging twat. My hole had once been tight and pink, but now the furious purple excrescence of my puffed-out, gang-fucked arse-lips seemed strikingly related to the obscene image I had imprinted on my mind of the dark, protruding lips of my mother's luscious cunt.
The deplorable sight of my swollen anus made me concentrate on assessing the condition of my arse. Not surprisingly, the huge, dark swelling of my rosebud looked even worse than the day before, but I was perhaps less shocked as I had somehow learned to expect it. In fact, I was relieved that my hole didn't seem to have suffered any serious external damage. As I gently proceeded to pry my bulging arse-lips apart to examine them, a small trickle of fluid leaked out. I pushed two fingers deeper inside, whimpering as my sphincter instinctively clenched around them in a painful spasm. It felt wet inside and I feared that I might be bleeding or something, but as I withdrew my fingers out and observed the transparent slime that clang to them, I was reassured to find no traces of blood in it. The abundant secretion in my rectum seemed to be a physical reaction to the repeated penetrations, as if my hole tried to be prepared for the next cock that would inevitably be rammed inside.
All in all, the worst effect of the brutal bangings I had had to suffer that day was the raw, stabbing pain that flared from both ends, into my colon and my oesophagus. Both canals felt like they had been sandpapered along all the length I had been penetrated, that is to say the 23cm [9"] depth reached by the long pokers of Cardoso, the construction foreman, and Inacio, the taxi-driver, the biggest ones I had had to endure.
In spite of my poor condition, I sighed in relief as I concluded that I wasn't seriously hurt. Yet, I was terrified that if things went on in the same infernal spiral of events of those last days, it wouldn't be long before something irreparable would happen to my poor anus.
With tears floating in my eyes, I sat down on the bed and looked around at my room. Even in this little corner of the universe, I was far from safe from rape and abuse. I shivered as I recalled how Nuno had savagely invaded it that same morning to pimp me to two other boys, and how I had been forced to take their boyish cocks, their cum, and even their piss. That memory had almost been erased by the horrendous things I had later gone through in the afternoon, but the fact that three boys my age were able to make me submit to their perverted desires somehow felt even more disturbing than all the unspeakable abuse I had suffered from adults.
Of course, there was also the very evident presence of Carlos in the room, a strong reminder of his incestuous role in my misfortune. Even the way he left his things all over the place, including in the areas that were supposed to be mine, was an acute evidence of how he had imposed himself on me and how little control I had over any aspect of my life.
Strangely, learning from Luis that Carlos had been bragging about how he had made me his little bitch seemed to affect me even more than the fact that he had shared me sexually with his best friend Vitor. In some way, this new disappointment was the last, fatal blow to the naive romantic illusion I had created around my brother, willingly giving myself for his pleasure, even accepting him to treat me like a girl, in the desperate illusion of earning his love.
For as painful as the thoughts about my brother were, my mind wondered to the more pressing, anguishing concern of what expected me the next days. I could hope to be able to keep out of sight and away from trouble all through the next day, Sunday, even though I had miserably failed in that purpose on the day that was ending. However, on Monday, at school, I had no chance of escaping the several sources of abuse I had to face.
I knew Gil would be really pissed with me for running away from him at the park earlier in the day, which had in fact only landed myself in more and more trouble. Whatever I did, it only seemed to make things worse.
Gil wasn't my only concern, of course. Nuno would be there, my best friend turned into my pimp, trying to hook me up with any boy for cash. Miguel would be ready to use me as well, both to empty his balls and to prove himself as top dog. Luis would be his rough, abusive self, downgrading me to better hide from others, and perhaps from himself, his own homosexuality. Comparatively, Marco was slightly less unpleasant and inconsiderate than the rest; I would just have to try not to think of his father's thick, cheesy cock fucking me on the bus.
Whatever the boys could do to me, my biggest fear was still Thunder, even if I knew that taking his cock big 22cm [8 3/4"] couldn't be nearly as agonising this time as when he had brutally initiated my virgin, unsuspecting anus. I had been repeatedly raped since then, including by the cocks of Cardoso and Inacio, which were even bigger. In the short time that had elapsed, my cherry boy-hole was now transformed, perhaps irreversibly, into a loose, slobbering cunt, but the prospect of another assault by Thunder, more than anything else, sent shivers down my spine.
Slowly, an idea started to form in my troubled mind: that my brother Carlos was my only hope of escaping the abuse that ominously expected me. After all, it was his duty to protect me, either as my older brother, or my lover. I didn't care if he did it because I was his little brother or his little girl, it was his duty to me, and he would have to live up to it.
I desperately grabbed myself to this encouraging thought, and at least it managed to liven up my spirits a little. I realised that I was terribly hungry. I absolutely didn't want to go downstairs and face my mom, after what I had witnessed her do with Inacio and the nasty argument with dad, so I resorted to my hidden stash of chocolate and candy. The influx of sugar also improved my state of mind.
I was finishing my second chocolate bar when Carlos entered the room. His face lit with a beaming smile when he saw me completely naked. Without a word, he grabbed me from behind and rubbed himself on me, grinding his crotch against my protruding arse. I smelled alcohol in his breath as he moaned appreciatively and slid his hands all along my body, enjoying the touch of my hairless, silky skin. "How was my girl's day? Did you miss your man, baby?" he asked me in a drunken voice. He traced the welts on my buttocks with his fingers and commented in an amused tone "Looks like my little girl got into trouble, today. Want to tell me about it?"
I managed to escape from his lewd embrace, angry with myself for not having put on some clothes. Carlos tried to pull me back against him, but I pushed him away. I could see he was starting to get annoyed by my refusal, but I was determined to have a serious conversation with him and convinced him to sit down on his bed and listen to me. "OK, baby. I'm all ears, but whatever it is, say it quickly because I'm very, very horny for my sexy Alexandra", and stressed his words by leaning back and rubbing ostensibly his bulging crotch.
I pretended to ignore his remark and started trying to convince him to help me. He was so far from imagining what I was asking him to do that it took a while for his drunken mind to realise exactly where I was getting at. Slowly, the smile was whipped off his face, and he seemed more and more unease, particularly when I stressed that I wanted him to deal with Miguel, Gil and Thunder. The way he frowned his eyebrows wasn't at all promising, but I was too enthralled in my plea to even read his body language.
When I finally shut up and stared at him, with tears in my eyes, he was silent for a moment. Then he stood up and took me in his arms again, but he didn't say what I (foolishly) hoped he would. Instead, he broke the silence to state adamantly that there was nothing he could do.
I tried to argue with him, but he spelled out, loud and clear, that he clearly had other priorities. He tried to keep a tender tone of voice, but he was clearly very irritated by the situation. "Listen, baby: Miguel is my best friend's brother. Thunder has been fooling around with boys since he went to school there himself and then stayed on as the handyman, and I don't really see what I could possibly do to stop it. As to Gil, you should know that his father is the new coach of my handball team, and you can't seriously expect me to do anything that may harm my chances of keeping my place as team captain".
As a corner stone to his selfish reasoning, he used the most hurtful argument: "Besides, it's not like you don't enjoy it. I know very well how you can turn on a man, so I'm not surprised that you have plenty of horny fuckers after that big, hot butt of yours. You just have to relax and enjoy it..."
It was stupid from the start to imagine that Carlos would actually do anything to stop me from being abused at school or anywhere else, but I still had been blind enough to delude myself about him. Right then and there, I hated my brother and concentrated on him all my despair. I burst out in tears, accusing him of raping me, pimping me to his friend, and even bragging about it. I actually tried to hit him, but he easily subdued me in his muscular arms.
He tried to calm me down, but the way he did it was even more hurtful. "C'mon, baby. Don't be angry, you're my sexy little girl and you should be proud that you drive the boys crazy. They love a hot sissy like you and there's nothing wrong with that. You just need to learn to relax and enjoy it".
He ignored my angry, convulsive cry, and his hands were again running all over my smooth body and groping my round arse. He carried me in front of the tall mirror and made me look at myself. "You need to see yourself as you are: a sexy slut that drives any boy crazy". In his arms, the sight of my plump, round body was even more shameful.
My anger was quickly withering down to despair. The foolish hope of having my brother as an ally and protector had vanished. Now, I only wanted to avoid being abused once more after that terrible, endless day.
In a desperate attempt to make him pity me, I started telling him, with tears pouring down my face, about the things that had happened to me that afternoon, omitting only the last horrid moment when I witnessed mom's adulterous sex with Inacio. I quickly realised it only turned him on more, and in fact he started questioning me about all sorts of sordid and humiliating details of my degradation.
My recount also made him curious about the state of my gang-banged arse. He made me bend over and hold wide apart my meaty arse-cheeks, marked with red welts. I heard him whistle in surprise at the sight of my purple, puffed-out lips, but instead of his sympathy, I only got from him an obscene comment about how it looked even more like a real pussy now. He actually started digging his fingers into my agonising cunt-hole, indifferent to my hurtful whimpers.
"Please Carlos, I can't do it, it hurts too much, please don't do this to me, not tonight, please!" I pleaded uselessly. He wrapped his lips around one of my sore, erect nipples and sucked hard on it. I whimpered in pain, and my sphincter clenched tight around his fingers, driving fresh tears of pain and humiliation out of my eyes.
"I am going to make you see yourself like everyone else sees you", he whispered in my ear, then proceeded to open his jeans and drop them down. He released his hard cock from his boxers, but instead of making me suck it, as I expected, he pushed me straight on my knees, facing the mirror, and knelt behind me. Just the feeling of his cock rubbing on my smooth arse-crack was enough to make my pecker jump up, which he was quick to point out. "Look at your hard little clit, baby. Do you still insist you don't like it...?" he mocked. I just cried, knowing there was nothing I could do to prove him wrong.
He pushed his knob against my tenderized sphincter, at first just enjoying the feeling of the voluminous arse-lips wrapping around his gland. To my misery, he started rubbing my swollen nipples between his fingers. He was gentle, but my erect buds were so sensitive that it was more than enough to make me squirm in pain. Worst of all, my pussy seemed to take a will of its own and pushed back lustfully against his pressing cock. "Please stop, Carlos, it hurts, I can't take it again, not tonight", I still pleaded in anguish, just as my pubescent young body betrayed me once more.
Feeling my body's inviting response, Carlos started to turn rougher. "Push yourself on my cock, bitch" he commanded, "you know it'll hurt more if you make me ram it in myself." Knowing he was right, I mustered all my courage to endure the agony, and pushed back, impaling myself on his erect phallus. In the mirror, I saw my face contorting in pain, as my raw, throbbing rectum took more and more of my brother's hard cock, until I felt his wiry crotch-hair scratching my arse-lips. I thanked God for the arse-juice my hole was still secreting, which lubricated me for yet another anal rape. Somehow, it seemed my hole not only had a will of its own, it also knew better than me what I should now expect from life.
For a short moment, I was allowed to try to adjust to the intrusion, then Carlos pushed me forward on all-fours and started pumping hard. His pelvis slammed forcefully against my sore butt, making me painfully aware of the stinging welts left by Paulo's belt. "Open your eyes, Alexandra. I want you to see yourself getting fucked like you deserve. This is what you're good for, and you better get used to it". I had no choice but to watch my contorting face, and above it my brother's own face, transfixed with rampant lust as he savoured the heat and tightness of my abused cunt.
Fortunately, Carlos didn't last more than a few minutes inside me, though they felt like hours. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming when he started increasing the violence of his thrusts, quickly approaching the moment when my raw guts were whitewashed with yet another abundant load of his incestuous sperm.
As soon as he pulled out, his cum backtracked along my loose, gaping hole, drooling past my puffed arse-ring. I tried to clench my hole tight, but it was just too painful to clench my anal muscle, so I had no choice but to let the cum and arse-juice trickle out. Carlos came around to the front and offered me his slimy cock for cleaning, which I dutifully did.
When I was finished, he pointed at the floor and barked "Now clean up that mess, bitch". I looked down and saw a small puddle of semen and arse-juice on the wooden floor, where the contents of my open had trickled down. To my embarrassment, I also saw, a little apart, a few drops of my own seminal fluid: just as Carlos blasted his hot seed into me, my own little dick had orgasmed, once again displaying my debasement.
There was nothing more to say. Any hope I had of finding help or the least comfort from my brother was now forgotten. As I finally crawled to bed and cried myself to sleep, I was now certain I was on my own.