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 43
After the old man left, I stayed on my knees, crying and sobbing in my agony of frustrated lust, until I gathered the strength to pull my own trousers up and prepare to get up. Just then, a deep, coarse voice echoed in the stall. "Don't bother to pull them up, boy. You're just perfect right as you are."
I looked round and realised there was a pair of big, dirty work-boots right next to me. Raising my eyes, I saw the imposing figure of Cardoso, the foreman from the construction site (#22), looming over me with his huge 23cm [9"] veiny cock arching up out of his unbuttoned, worn jeans.
The welcome sight of his massive phallus made me instinctively wiggle my naked arse to him. He couldn't help laughing at the sight of a little pre-teen bitch like me so eagerly showing my wantonness. Cardoso knelt behind me and dug his rough fingers with delight into my firm, meaty buttocks, still blazing from the mean spanking I had taken from Thunder's belt. Appreciating the hot red welts, he mused "Looks like you've been a naughty boy. I am sure you thoroughly deserved every lick of the belt, didn't you boy?"
Without expecting an answer, he spit on his fingers and rubbed them over my protruding arse-lips. Feeling the heat of my fuck-swollen pussy as it twitched under his touch, he whistled in pleased admiration. "You are one hungry little whore, aren't you?" he laughed.
His question was rhetorical, but in my state of insane lust, I had no reservation in shamelessly admitting it. I laid my face on the dirty piss-dripped tiled floor and pulled my plump arse-cheeks wide apart, lewdly exposing my fuck-hole. "Yes, I am a whore, a hungry whore. Please fuck me, please fuck my pussy. I know you love my hot cunt. Please fuck me hard like you did in that basement".
It was not that I didn't realise the shamefulness of my actions. In fact, I was burning with embarrassment at my self-degradation, but I couldn't fight my perverted needs, the obsessive want that had dragged me again to that stinking public toilet. Now that I was so close of getting the hard butt-fuck I craved so much, not even the most utter sense of shame would prevent me from getting it.
Cardoso started to rub his engorged phallus along my smooth arse-crack, mocking teasingly at my uncontainable horniness. At the same time, his callous hands slid all over my hairless, plump body, savouring every stretch of my silk-smooth skin, appreciating the almost feminine roundness of my shapes. His harsh touch all over me, together with the merciless nudging of my sensitive arse-lips heightened my lust to a point where he had me incessantly moaning and muttering obscene pleas for his sexual abuse, with my whining reaching a pitch-high frenzy every time he pulled back his foreskin and prodded my twat with his cockhead. Each time, he made me kiss his big knob with my arse-lips and deliberately lead me to believe he was at last going to push it in, only to retreat again, laughing amusedly at my frustrated sobs.
This little game seemed to have been going on for an eternity, when I was surprised by Cardoso's voice addressing someone else. "At last you're here! What took you so long? I've been heating up this little bitch, waiting for you to show up." I was startled, instantly aware that another man would be watching my shameless display.
Still with my face on the cold floor, my hands holding my arse wide open, I managed to look up and realised he was talking to Max, the worker who had first caught me inside the fence of the construction site and dragged me to the basement of the building (#22), making me a victim of the whole crew's vicious lust.
In his mid-thirties, with strong worker arms, hairy chest showing through his open shirt and thick dark beard, Max contrasted with the older foreman. In his fifties, Cardoso was tall, bulky, over-weight and greying, though still able to outrun the sexual stamina of the younger members of his crew - as I remembered only too well from my fateful adventure in their basement.
"I'm going straight for the little slut's cunt, so you'll have to make do with his pussy-mouth", Cardoso warned his crewman. Max wasn't at all displeased with that prospect. "No problem with that. I know this young fag is a champion cocksucker, he was born with a cunt-hole for a throat" he laughed. Quickly getting in on the action about to start, Max got on his knees and pulled his hardening 20cm [8"] cock out of his faded jeans. "No need for introductions, right?" Cardoso laughed.
With us three in the cramped stall, they ended up leaving the door open to give us more room. In spite of my inebriating lust, I was still acutely aware that anyone else coming in would see me in that horribly shameful situation, but there was nothing I could do about it, even if my overriding priority weren't getting Cardoso's huge shaft up my hungry boy-cunt, no matter what.
The two horny men seemed determined to drive me out of my mind with lust. While Cardoso carried on with his cruel teasing of my arse-cunt, Max started jerking his cock and pressed his large hairy testicles against my lips. Stretching my tongue, I caressed his sweaty ball-sack and started sucking the large twin orbs in and out of my juicy mouth. As I felt his fingers digging into my hair, holding my face firmly against his crotch, I started diligently shuffling his huge nuts around in my mouth, one at a time, soaking them with my spit and feasting greedily on the tangy taste of ball-sweat.
The powerful male scent and taste of his scrotum made me dizzy with want. I whimpered and moaned with lust until at long last he pulled his balls away from my mouth and waved his stiff, leaking cock in front of my face. I knew only too well what I had to do. And what I desperately WANTED to do. Lunging forward, I took more than half of his rampant phallus into my wet mouth and pumped contentedly on it. Now that my first sexual need was about to be satisfied, I had no reservation in exercising my cocksucker skills and was only too willing to prove Max right when he had just complimented my oral proficiency.
The pungent taste of cheesy, uncut cock stimulated my salivating taste-buds and increased even more my already overwhelming desire. I pushed back, trying desperately to impale myself on Cardoso's rampant manhood, and this time I wasn't disappointed. The heavy construction foreman held his ground and my voracious pussy swallowed his big swollen cock-head in. The remnants of teenage sperm still coating my colon made it easy for his cock to slide into me, deep enough to gently poke my eager prostate and send rewarding shock-waves of pleasure all over my young body.
I moaned happily around Max's cock filling my mouth, but whimpered with concern when I felt Cardoso pulling out of me again, leaving me even more anxious for his fuck-pole now that my pussy had had a real taste of it. Thankfully, he was just gaining balance to give me all of that huge cock that I craved so much. His rough hands held me firmly by my round, girly hips, making sure I would stay in place when he suddenly rammed his entire 23cm [9"] cock inside me, in a single, brutal thrust.
The sudden violent invasion made me scream in pain, but Max easily gagged any sound I could made by taking the opportunity to force his 20cm [8"] cock all the way into my throat. His unexpected attack made me gag violently, but his grip on my head guaranteed that I wouldn't be able to escape his punishing deep-throat thrusts - even if I tried to. On the other end, Cardoso took a few moments to grind his cock deep in my arse, then started jabbing it forcefully in and out, pulling away almost the whole length, just to reinsert again it with full-force.
Each plunge in my rectum made me let out another muffled scream of pain, but I bravely took his ramming cock, rewarded with the unbelievable sensations it extracted from my budding young prostate.
I could feel he wasn't deliberately trying to cause me pleasure, unlike Thunder had before. In fact, he was probably trying to make it has uncomfortable and painful as he could, sadistically combining his own gratification with the deserved punishment of my brazen whoreness. Nonetheless, I had quickly realised how I could position myself, just by moving slightly, to get the hardest impact of his piston ramming against my prostate, in order to fully enjoy the mind-blowing pleasure of the electric spasms it sent all over me.
Cardoso laughed as he realized that I was slutilly moving my boy-cunt to better welcome his cock. My movements also increased his own gratification, by shifting the pressure inside to different parts of his cock. "Yeah, move that cunt around, bitch" he yelled in delight, sending his big hand crashing down on my tender buttock in a loud, stinging slap. At the same time, he started teasingly changing the angle of his penetration, making me constantly work my arse around to get the most pleasure from his relentless pounding.
So much enjoyment after such a seemingly long and torturous wait sent me at last in speedy progression towards a mind-blowing orgasm. I felt the pressure mounting more and more, deep inside me, up to a point when, in my inexperienced mind, I started to get genuinely scared of what was going to happen, unfamiliar with such powerful sensations.
When it finally hit me, my body jerked so hard that the two men had to apply their strength to keep me in place. As I jolted and heaved, my tiny, throbbing dick exploded in an amazing gush of still seedless fluid onto the dirty floor, followed by a couple more abundant dribbles. The feelings were so intense that I almost passed out, but a couple of mean slaps on my arse from Cardoso quickly brought me back to my senses.
If I worried that Thunder had made me addicted to cock, after that fantastic explosion of pleasure there was no doubt I would always be wanting more and more big, hard shafts inside me, no matter what shameful things I would have to do to get them. I was definitely too busy right then to realise it, but my sluttiness was sealed for good, and there would be no agonising feeling of shame or self-loathing that could hold me back in my want for this perverted, un-natural pleasure.
Now that I had finally achieved my excruciatingly awaited release, it was precisely that shame and self-loathing that hit me with full-force and again brought tears to my eyes. Suddenly, all I could think of was running away from there, escaping the brutal lust of those men, the stench of stale piss, evade that whole degrading obscenity.
Probably sensing my body language, Cardoso grabbed me safely by my hips again and yelled "You're not going anywhere, you fucking whore, not until we're through using your slut holes", and he landed a few more brutal slaps on my fat, stinging arse to show he meant it. Max, on his side, was holding me firmly by the hair and pumped the whole length of his cock ruthlessly in and out of my drooling mouth. He had compared my sore throat to a deep cunt, and he was certainly using it like one.
Pounded mercilessly on both ends, I had no choice but to endure their violent battering as best I could. Fortunately, after only a few minutes I started to feel my young horny body again willingly responding to their sexual battering of my fuck-holes.
In fact, I was already fully into the whole lustful situation again when Max suddenly pulled his oozing cock away from my mouth and yanked me by the hair to make me turn my face to the open door of the stall. As I had feared, another man was watching the whole scene, jerking off furiously right before me, evidently ready to cum. I realised there were also a couple more men right behind him enjoying my obscene sexual display. I didn't have a chance even to see what any of them looked like. "Give the little whore your load. He fucking loves it" Max said. Substantiating the construction-worker's scornful assertion, I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue, wantonly begging for the stranger's hot sperm.
I am sure I could have looked up and try to see his face, but all I could concentrate on was his cock. As if I was watching a slow-motion scene, I saw the piss-slit flare open and instinctively closed my eyes. It was right in time, as the first gush of sludge shot out and impacted on my right eye. On and on, the man's hard cock spewed semen all over my face and, at last, also into my gaping mouth. "Take my cum, you nasty little whore." the man commanded. I was evidently happy to oblige, but Max still made sure I didn't have a choice about that, holding my face firmly as an easy target for the repeated spurts of hot cum. As soon as the man finished shooting, Max pulled my cum-dripping face back to his cock and rammed it into the warm, juicy sheath of my throat.
The taste of Max's cheesy cock and tangy precum was now mixing in my mouth with the pungent tang of the stranger's sperm. Instead of disgusting me, the savoury cocktail of male flavours only made me crave Max's load even more. Ironically, he had degraded me by offering me as a receptacle for some horny stranger's cum and I rewarded him with my extra enthusiasm working on his cock, hungrily fucking my throat on the throbbing shaft.
Right behind me, Cardoso laughed and landed another couple of vicious slaps on my big, fiery buns. The attention I had been giving to the stranger had distracted me from the foreman's merciless battering of my willing boy-pussy, but he was quickly reasserting his position in my list of priorities.
He immediately had me once more relentlessly wriggling my arse, sluttishly relishing on the pleasure each of his forceful thrusts sparked inside me. My own little pecker was again agonisingly hard, and I knew that the only relief I would be allowed - and the one that I craved for - would have once more to come from inside, orgasming on the foreman's massive cock like any good female slut would.
The two construction men got into a steady rhythm pounding me on both ends. I rewarded them by dutifully clenching my throat-pussy and my arse-cunt around their pumping shafts, feeling a strange mix of pride and shame in the constant outburst of obscene encouragement they kept hollering at me. "Work that faggot pussy on my cock like a good bitch in heat, slut. I love to fuck that hot little cunt". "Keep gagging that cock all the way in. You suck better than any nasty old whore I ever fucked. You were born to be a five-star cocksucker, you filthy little faggot".
Our hot little trio was interrupted yet again, as a voice was heard from the echoing room outside the stall. "I'm going to shoot. Give me the bitch's cunt-mouth" said another man at the door.
This time Cardoso interfered, determined to tease me into fully displaying my humiliating wantonness. He pulled my head back by the hair, away from Max's dripping cock, and at the same time pulled his own cock out of my twitching arse, forcing me to face the door once more, "You want that nasty cum, don't you slut?" he asked. Suddenly deprived of both cocks, I just whined like a hungry puppy and desperately tried to push back against Cardoso's crotch and impale myself on his deliciously massive member. Instead, all I got was a painful slap on my arse. "Say it, bitch!" Cardoso shouted.
I felt myself burning with shame and for a split second I resisted his command, but they knew, as well as I did, that I had no choice but to comply. "Come on, you faggot. I want you to beg nicely until I think you deserve my tasty, warm load of ball-juice" the man outside insisted. "Tell everyone what a cum-hungry little slut you are. I want to hear you beg for it and tell the man you'll swallow it all" Max added.
I did want it, really bad in fact, but I still resisted paying the demeaning price of having to beg for it. My eye-lids were covered in sperm and it stung in my eyes, but I managed to open them and saw another flaring, huge cock-head in front of my face. This time I raised my eyes and looked pleadingly at the man, hoping he would have more mercy of me than Cardoso or Max did. I recognized the mocking grin of Cesar, the oldest of the three taxi-drivers that had raped me in the woods (#26). Making sure I knew I couldn't expect any sympathy on his part, Cesar slapped his cock across my face and growled loudly "YOU HEARD THEM. BEG FOR MY CUM, YOU FILTHY WHORE!"
A second, harder, slap from Cardoso eventually broke my fruitless, feeble resistance. "Please give me your cum, Sir. Please shoot it in my whore mouth and I'll swallow it all" I yelled in despair.
They all laughed at my shameful shriek. Cesar was now frantically jerking his cock, obviously ready to shoot. I opened my mouth and he rested his engorged gland on my stretched-out tongue. His first spurt was so strong it flew straight into my gorge and down my oesophagus. I closed my mouth on his cockhead, eagerly trapping inside the rapid succession of gushes of creamy fluid. I sloshed it around with my tongue, fully savouring the protein-rich goo until I resigned myself to swallowing it down.
Any self-respecting boy would be mortified to even considering tasting that foul fluid in his mouth, but for me the strong nutty flavour of sperm was now fast becoming my most desired delicacy.
When Cesar finally gave me the last drops of his semen, I quickly turned my face back to Max's crotch, even hungrier than before for his leaking dick. As he shoved his cock once more into my throat, I was already moaning contentedly at the delicious pain of Cardoso's thick shaft rammed brutally up my tight rectum.
Soon the two horny men were again slamming me forcefully between their steel-hard rods, using me fully for their selfish pleasure. I sensed they couldn't be far from shooting their own loads by now, in spite of the short interruption. That gave me an extra incentive to work even harder to please their cocks, my sluttish instincts kicking in to drive me obsessively in pursuit of their cum-loads. Subconsciously, I already yearned for that singular moment when a true faggot slut relishes on the feeling of power over the male's exploding lust, on the sense of achievement in fulfilling his own depraved role in society, as an accomplished receptacle of discarded male seed.
Cardoso was the first. With a succession of powerful jabs, he hammered his cock deep into me, each time firing a huge gob of cum up my colon. Around me, I could hear his wild grunts, mixed with the shouts of encouragement from Max and several more voices outside the stall, reminding me once more that my indignity was being enjoyed by more than the two rough males using me.
As soon as I felt Cardoso's softening cock leaving my arse, I managed to free myself from both men's grip and quickly turn myself around. Cardoso's cock was now in front of me, dripping with a thick coat of disgusting slime, mostly cum and arse-juice with streaks of shit and blood. I didn't hesitate to suck it into my mouth, dutifully cleaning up the mess from my own arse. As the same time - the true purpose of my agile manoeuvre - I offered my still hungry cunt-hole to Max's male member, and he had no hesitation in slamming it all the way into me. My sloppy anus welcomed this new invasion and clenched tight around his shaft, as it filled my rectum.
Max might fall short of Cardoso for a good two centimetres [one inch], but he clearly made up for it in the force he applied in fucking my whorish boy-cunt. I probably wouldn't have been able to endure that delicious punishing beat for long, but fortunately it quickly brought us both over the edge, screaming together in our synchronised orgasms. Max's abundant seed mixed with Cardoso's inside me, just as I spewed another little gush of clear seminal fluid onto the filthy floor. Just then, I felt a series of hot, gooey splashes on my naked back, as a third bystander spurted his hot semen over me.
Even before Max had finished emptying his balls inside me, my horny mind was already wondering who would be using me next. My arse was raw and sore after all the hard fucking I had already taken that day and my whole body ached from being on uncomfortable position all that time, and from Thunder's rough spanking as well. And yet, I still craved more and more cock, still wanted to have those rough, abusive men defiling my whorish holes.