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 41
As the last boys raping me - those that had had to wait until after everyone else had used me - suddenly hurried out, the locker room fell strangely silent. For a second, I felt relieved that my nightmare was over. Still panting and snorting, I slumped face down on the wooden bench, trying to gather strength to raise myself up.
After having fooled myself to believe I could put an end to all the sexual abuse I had suffered in the last days and regain control of my life, I had ended up raped once more by Gil, this time in front of virtually the whole school and then publicised as the public whore and offered free as "commercial promotion" to the crowd of lust-crazed teenagers.
Every muscle in my body ached and I was literally drenched in stale, drying boy-cum. In the storm of teenage animal lust that Gil had released on me, with dozens of horny school boys of all ages using me for their sexual satisfaction, probably as many had cum all over me as inside my mouth of arse, unable to hold back their lust until they could get a chance to reach one of my available holes. Even so, I still had dozens of loads of sperm filling my colon and my stomach and a pervasive taste of boyish cocks and semen filling my mouth to remind me of what I had just been through.
Then, as I tried to push myself up, I heard the sharp, metallic sound of the door lock closing. My blood froze. I didn't dare look, but I knew he was there. I stood still, with my eyes closed, my eyelids caked with dried sperm, hoping against hope that I would be wrong.
I wasn't. "So, you little slut, looks like you've been very busy". There was a mix of anger and contempt in Thunder's roaring voice as it echoed in the empty locker room. I started crying. "Please leave me alone, please" I begged, but instead I heard the heavy boots of the school janitor on the tiled pavement as he came ominously closer to me. He had been the first man to rape my arse, and I had no doubt about what he wanted this time.
I yelped as he landed his hand heavily on my right buttock. Next, I felt his rough fingers spreading my plump cheeks wide apart. He whistled at the sight of my swollen, abused boycunt. "Fucking hell! It seems you've been fucked by a whole regiment since I took your cherry a week ago! You really have been busy, haven't you, bitch?" His fingers moved around my anus, feeling the heat of my puffed-out arse lips. "I don't want to. They make me do it, I swear" I dumbly blurted out between sobs.
"Maybe you do hate it... but your VAGINA certainly loves it" he sniggered. The way he heavily stressed that horrible word made me certain that somehow he had been watching when Gil had made me use it in front of all the other boys, and probably witnessed the whole degrading gangfuck. Just as he said that, two of his thick, rough fingers pushed into my sore pussy. As he stretched my bloated arse-lips open, I couldn't avoid the added embarrassment of releasing a huge fart of cum that gushed out around his fingers.
"Lick my fingers clean, you nasty cum-dump" he ordered in a harsh tone. I had no choice to obey, dutifully sucking from his fingers the cocktail of sperm that countless boys had just deposited inside my arse. A couple more farts blurted out of my loosened hole, unable to hold inside the pressure of cum and gas that filled me.
"That hungry cunt will soon need getting filled again" he commented, "but first we have another issue to take care of. We need to make sure you learn never, EVER! to talk back at me again". Hearing his threatening tone, I managed to pry my drippy eyes open and shivered as I saw him standing with his heavy leather belt already doubled in his hand. I started crying louder, desperately begging him not to hurt me. "Please don't beat me, Thunder, please! I'll do anything you want, you can rape me and I'll make it good for you, just don't hurt me, please. I have learned to do what men want, I really am a whore, I'm sorry I made you angry!"
It was useless. I was still slobbering my pathetic excuses when his belt cut through the air and landed brutally across the easy target of my large, round arse, making my smooth, pale buttocks shudder. I yelled in agony, feeling the fiery pain instantly spread from the strip of my skin that suffered the impact to my whole body. My instinct told me to jump from the bench and try to escape the next blow that I knew would soon be coming, but I bravely managed to hold still, certain that displaying my total submission was the only was to try to calm his rage.
Getting spanked or beaten up had been one more of the horrible new experiences I had had those last days, but nothing even came close to the vicious pain of Thunders belt. Even though I already new what to expect, the second blow was even worse than the first, and I hardly had time to regain my breath as the next ones started landing all over my arse and thighs. He never used a steady rhythm, making sure I could never anticipate when, or where, the strap would hit next. I was learning at my expense that he was punishing me for my hopeless act of rebellion just as much as he was sadistically enjoying the cruel effect of his leather strap on my wobbly, chubby arse.
With each blow, he would hammer his degrading lessons into my brain. "Never again will you talk back at me". "You are my bitch, and don't ever forget that". "I OWN your arse-pussy and your mouth-cunt". "You were born to be a bitch. It's the best your whore mother and your wimp father could ever breed". "You will never be anything but a filthy faggot pervert". "All your pathetic life you will be taking any man's cock into your nasty mouth and cunt". "You will ALWAYS do whatever I tell you, or I'll beat your faggot arse twice as hard as today". At first, I still managed to slobber pleas and excuses and obediently agree to everything he told me, in a pathetic, trembling voice, but as it came closer to the last 20-odd belt-lashes I had to endure I couldn't do more than just slobber and whimper at each blow, with a flow of tears running down my face.
At last he paused and announced "It's your choice now, bitch: half-a-dozen more lashes or a mean, hard fuck with my big cock." Of course, he knew before hand what my choice would be. My arse was already excruciatingly sore and taking his huge 22cm [9"] was a horrible prospect, but he knew very well I would do just anything to escape that vicious belt.
Before I had time to come out of the agonizing stupor I had fallen into and process his question, the belt came crashing down once again. "PLEASE FUCK ME, THUNDER, ANYTHING BUT THE BELT, PLEASE!" I screamed at the top of my voice.
Of course, for Thunder a simple answer to his question wouldn't be enough. At the same time he stripped off his clothes, he put me through the additional humiliation of begging for my own torment. To remind me of the alternative, he had laid the belt on the bench, right in front of my eyes.
"Is your nasty cunt hungry for my big cock, bitch?" he asked. "Yes Thunder, my cunt is hungry for it, please fuck me", I dutifully replied. "Those teenage cocks can't really satisfy you, can they bitch? You need a big mancock to kill the itch in your nasty faggot pussy." "Yes, I need your big cock inside my faggot pussy", I agreed.
He was naked now, except for his socks and working boots. Looking up from my position, face down on the wooden locker room bench, I saw him slowly jerking his huge, rock-hard cock, making his large, hairy ballsack swing freely between his parted furry legs. I could perfectly see a glistening drop of pre-cum hang on a string from his gaping piss-slit. Further up, there were his slight belly and the thick mat of dark hair on his powerful chest, and then his unshaven, harsh face.
"Hold those fat slut cheeks wide apart and show me your cunt". I did as he told me, though the touch of my fingers on my blazing buttocks was enough to make me whimper in pain. At the same time, my spread arse could not stop letting out yet more embarrassing cummy farts.
"You know a decent girl doesn't use words like 'cunt' or 'pussy'. How did you ask Gil to fuck you?" Now I was positive he had watched it all, and I knew he wanted me to say that horrible word once more. It was strange how using that one specific word was still so mortifying to me, considering all the horrible things I had been made to do. Anyhow, I knew I had no choice. "Please fuck my vagina, Thunder" I blurted out. "I didn't hear you..." he teased, and slightly adjusted the leather strap even closer to my eyes, to remind me it was there.
"PLEASE FUCK MY VAGINA, THUNDER. PLEASE PUT YOUR BIG COCK IN MY HUNGRY VAGINA", I shouted. Mercilessly, he kept on teasing me. "You really have a vagina between your legs, don't you?" I had given up any shred of pride now. "Yes, Thunder, I have a hot, wet vagina for you between my legs. Please fuck it, please." The torturing anxiety of having to wait for the dreaded moment when he would finally consummate the rape was driving me crazy. He moved behind me, but still only jerked his cock. All the time, I kept my big, round cheeks wide apart as he had instructed me to, lewdly exhibiting my pink "vagina" lips, constantly leaking out the abundant deposit of teenage sludge I still had inside.
"A boy doesn't have a vagina. That must make you a girl, right?" I still hesitated a couple of seconds, but then shot out what he wanted to hear. "Yes, I am a girl. Please fuck my girl vagina." He laughed. "Well, that explains why so many men and boys are after you like the bitch you are. They can't resist the female scent of your vagina. That's why they 'make you do it', as you say. In fact, you're nothing but a nasty bitch and want them all to fuck you, don't you?"
This time I didn't stop shouting anything that came to my mind that hopefully would tease him into putting an end to my misery. "YES, YES! I AM A BAD GIRL AND I NEED EVERY MAN AND BOY TO FUCK MY SLOPPY VAGINA! MY WHORE MOTHER AND MY WIMP FATHER MADE ME WITH A VAGINA BETWEEN MY LEGS! I NEED YOUR BIG COCK INSIDE ME! PLEASE PUT YOUR BIG COCK IN MY HUNGRY VAGINA! PLEASE FUCK MY VAGINA, THUNDER, PLEEEEAAAASE!!!"
At last, he complied with my unwilling, desperate pleas. He crouched on the bench, right behind me, and rubbed his large, leaking knob against my fuck-raw anus. His hands rested on my hips, firmly holding me in place. With my hole already over-lubed with teenage sperm, he managed to ram his whole 22cm [9"] cock into my unresisting pussy with one single, fierce thrust. It hurt like hell, but the thrust was so powerful it knocked the breath out of me and effectively stopped my inevitable agonising scream.
Once buried inside to the hilt, with his balls pressed against me, he stopped for a moment, savouring the hot, sloppy tightness of my fuck-hole. Even after the long gang-fuck I had just been submitted, he was so much bigger than any of the boys that I still felt stretched and stuffed far beyond anything I had endured that day.
"This is certainly nothing like the tight virgin pussy I broke in a week ago, is it? I knew you just needed me to show you how much you love taking cock in your pussy and you'd never stop wanting more." he teased, then added "You're lucky that I love a sloppy, loose cunt almost as much as a tight cherry". Just as he said this, and without warning, he started pumping in and out of me, with furious, deep thrusts. Pinned brutally against the bench, I had no choice but to suffer his assault. Adding to the pain from inside, the forceful slapping of his hairy crotch against my battered cheeks made me feel almost as if he were belting me all over again. "This is how I fuck bad girls like you, bitch. You deserve nothing better than being raped hard".
He fucked me so violently that I was growing terrified that he would actually injury me seriously, but after a few minutes he eventually stopped and collapsed heavily on top of me, panting in my ear. "Now I'm going to show you how I will fuck you when you're a good girl", he whispered.
This time, he began sliding his cock gently, all the way in and out. It still felt uncomfortable, if not painful, to have his huge shaft stuffed inside me, but it was nothing like the agonising pounding he was giving me before. To my growing concern, it even began to feel good.
My worst fears of actually starting to enjoy his fucking suddenly came true when he located the sensitive spot of my prostate and hammered it with his cock-head in a succession of quick, excruciatingly precise jabs that sent electric shockwaves of pleasure all over me. His expert manipulation soon had me moaning in uncontrolled lust. Now and then, he purposely held his cock still and laughed as I hungrily pumped my arse on his cock, desperate for that gratifying friction deep inside. I recognised this pleasurable sensation from many of the instances I had been viciously raped before, but it was the first time any male made me truly aware of it, so expertly sodomising my young arse-pussy and stimulating my "g-spot" to insanity.
He started picking up speed again. It wasn't anymore the gentle fucking he had used to seduce arse. In fact, it was closer to the brutal pounding he punished me with, only now the jabbing on my tender love spot was there - and even harder and more effective than before.
In spite of the overwhelming sensations, I was agonizingly aware of my own disgraceful sluttiness. I was screaming with pleasure, but I was crying with utter, burning shame. Somehow, my own lust hurt me a lot more than anything he had physically done to me, belting included, but there was nothing I could do to stop my young teenage body from craving the despicable things this man did to me. I hated him, but I hated myself even more for succumbing to his power.
To make it worse, he kept whispering all sorts of slur into my ear. I didn't really listen to what he was saying, but the loose words felt like slaps. "Bitch", "faggot", "cunt", "pussy", "slut", "twat", "whore".
To make my shame even more complete, he moved his hand under me and groped my dick. He had no intention of jerking me off; he felt me over just to make me aware that my own tiny, pathetic pecker was rock hard, as an additional evidence of my wanton surrender.
It didn't take long for the unbearable pleasure he was giving me deep in my pussy to bring me closer and closer to orgasm. I moaned and blabbered incoherently, feeling the biggest orgasmic explosion of my short sexual life building up inside me.
Relentlessly, he fucked me right to the edge... and then he pulled out. I whimpered in an agony of sexual frustration, and desperately pushed up my arse, trying to catch his cock inside me again. For a moment I thought he had cum, but I was wrong. He laughed and kept his cock right on the rim, caressing my puffed arse-lips, sadistically depriving me of the pleasure I had just taught me to desire. Crazy with lust, I was screaming again, but now I was earnestly and willingly begging him to fuck me.
It felt like he teased me for an eternity, though it wasn't more than the time it took me to cool down a little and back down from the point of no return. I moaned in wanton contentment when he finally rammed into me again and resumed his powerful and irresistible fucking.
The pressure quickly built up inside me again. As I felt my frantically expected orgasm approaching, I started to panic that he would again deprive me of it, and so he did. Once more, he pulled out at the last moment and took my frustration to a new height.
When he reinserted his cock into me, he almost didn't need to fuck me. I was slamming my arse against his crotch, fucking myself on his huge shaft like crazy, even ignoring the pain in my leg muscles from the physical effort of moving myself up and down. This time he took me even closer to cumming, so close that I could already feel the lava inside me starting to move up, but still he didn't allow me the supreme gratification I craved so much.
Even worse, this time he not only pulled out of my arse, but he moved to the front and held his cock before me, dripping with boyish sperm and my abundant arse-juice. Realising my burning sexual desire would stay unsatisfied, I started humping my throbbing little dick on the wooden bench beneath me, desperate to make myself cum. Realising what I was trying to do, he effortlessly flipped me over, leaving me on my back, with my legs spread, my pecker bobbing wantonly in the air and my head tilted back on the edge of the bench.
He bent down by his knees, putting his slimy cock in contact with my lips. I wished I could refuse his obvious demand and make him use my arse-cunt instead, but I knew that was not my choice. I opened my mouth and he forced his thick 22cm [9"] cock into my already sore throat, until his heavy balls were resting on my nose, filling my nostrils with their overpowering, sweaty musk.
I gagged hard a couple of times, but accepted the intrusion without resistance, with my mind reeling with the painful frustration of my now empty arse. I tried to reach my dick so I could at least bring myself off, but Thunder roughly slapped my hands away. "Keep your hands away from your clit, you pervert little bitch" he growled.
Until now, he had totally neglected my sensitive nipples. When I felt his rough fingers brutally pinching my sore little buds, I would have screamed at the top of my lungs if his cock wasn't clogging my throat. Responding to the cruel stimulation of my nipples, my already frustrated cunt clenched in agonising hunger and my whole body squirmed in a sexual frenzy.
Heartlessly, Thunder went on fucking my throat with gusto and torturing my little tits, totally disregarding my own slutty needs that he himself had unclenched. Any hope I might have that he would go back to fucking me and at last make me cum was soon dispelled when his pelvis started to smack harder and harder against my face, ramming his huge cock forcefully into my throat, hardly allowing me to breath.
I realised, virtually in panic, that he was going to shoot and all my hopes would be frustrated, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. In fact, I hardly had a chance to taste his load: most of it gushed out deep in my gullet, draining straight into my stomach to mix with all the school-boy loads I had already swallowed that afternoon.
When he eventually pulled away from me, I was crying convulsively, this time out of pure sexual frustration, not from the brutal rape I had suffered.
"Get dressed and get the hell out of here, bitch" he commanded, as he himself started to put on his clothes. I was almost tempted to try to beg him to fuck me again right then, but I didn't, maybe because I knew it was pointless, or because my mind at last had regained control of my actions. "Be in my tool shed tomorrow at lunch break" he told me, as he unlocked the door, "then I'll give you the fucking you deserve".
With my clothes clinging uncomfortably to my body where I still had fresh cum on me, I hurried out of the locker room and ran across the playground to the gate. I had the presence of mind to wash my face and my hair in a drinking fountain, but after that I didn't stop running until I was a good distance away from the school. I had even ran past the bus stop, so I decided to head down to the station to take the bus home.