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 45
As soon as the sergeant pulled out of me and moved away, the corporal stepped behind me, with his steel-hard cock throbbing and dripping with my thick spit. Looking at the miserable state his partner had left my hole, he grunted in discontent and started to protest. "Look at that loose cunt! It's completely ruined! You should've let me fuck him first, Sarge! It's never going to close enough for me to feel anything!"
I also feared my sphincter would never close back properly. I could feel my hole gaping open and a warm trickle of cum and arse-juice (I feared it could be something worse) running over my smooth balls and down the inside of my thighs. I tried to clench my hole shut, but the intense pain made me cringe in agony and I left it open.
Making use of the moment the two officers were arguing, I managed to turn my back towards the mirror placed over the washing basin, and anxiously spread my fat cheeks wide apart to assert the damage. The purple colour of my gaping arse-ring contrasted with the lighter redness of my punished cheeks, streaked with scratches in places where the skin had been broken and black stripes where the welts were already older. My arse-lips were sticking out like a big red rose, swollen and raw. Encircled by the bulbous, fleshy ring, the dark hole leaked a constant stream of slime. The slime leaking out of me was a mix of cum and arse-juice, occasionally streaked with traces of blood and faeces. It was a miracle - or perhaps a sign of how much my arse had become used to abuse - that I wasn't bleeding seriously.
A brutal slap on my face from the sergeant claimed my full attention back the two officers. "Don't worry about your pussy, faggot. It'll still get much worse until we're through with you", he warned me, "I'm going to punish you for making me shoot too soon, and in the process your pussy will get nice and tight for my partner to stop bitching about how loose I left you".
Then he slapped the corporal cheerfully on the back. "Don't worry, I know just the way to fix this little whore for you". He told him to force me to bend over, with my legs apart, and hold my head between his legs so I wouldn't tumble forward. The younger man got me in the uncomfortable position his senior officer had prescribed. I felt more vulnerable than ever, with my arse spread open, my head firmly trapped between the corporal's muscular legs and my wrists held by his strong hands.
"This will teach you to concentrate on giving your man pleasure instead of making him cum too soon..." I heard the sergeant's voice say. Next thing, I felt a brutally sharp pain, as his ruthless canvas belt hit me once more, this time precisely on my inflamed, sensitive arse-lips. I screamed and arched my back in agony, but the corporal easily prevented me from jumping away from the searing pain and forced me to stay in position.
The awful pain did force me to clench my aching anus, effectively over-riding the instinctive resistance of my brutalised sphincter. Still holding my tearful face between his legs, the corporal bent over me and examined my punished anal pussy. I felt his rough fingers slide into my slimy hole, evaluating the looseness of my ring. "It works, but still needs a few more blows" he announced cruelly. "I told you. A good thrashing works miracles with these faggots", I heard the sergeant reply with a mean chuckle. Then, the belt hit me a second time. I jumped and kicked like crazy, but the corporal still managed to subdue me easily. Two more vicious blows came in rapid succession, taking me to the verge of passing out. The scorching pain in my throbbing arse-lips was excruciating. The corporal reassessed the "progress" and seemed satisfied, though his pitiless verdict didn't get me in the clear. "You were right, Sergeant. It's looking much tighter. Give him a couple more, and his pussy will be ready for a hard pounding, as good as new".
I screamed for mercy and tried desperately to break free, wiggling my arse in the vain hope of avoiding the next blow. In spite of my efforts, the sergeant landed his belt on the spot with expert accuracy. Before the agonising pain had even started to subside, the following blow hit me just as hard, again nearly knocking me out.
The sergeant approached me and let his belt slide teasingly over my blazing arse-crack. He pulled my head from between the corporal's legs and approached his mouth to my ear, whispering in an almost gentle tone. "This is what degenerate faggots like you deserve, and I don't like boys that try to escape their rightful punishment. The next blow will make sure you never forget that". Then he turned to the corporal and ordered him to hold me still again.
The last strike didn't hit me on the arse-lips like the others. It went a little lower, and impacted on my tender, juvenile testicles. I don't think I even managed to scream. The pain knocked the breath out of me. The corporal let me loose, and I curled down on the cold floor, hearing them both laughing at my agony. "That's all your faggot little balls are good for anyway" I heard the sergeant say.
I was allowed to squirm on the floor for a moment, then I felt a painful kick on my arse and the strong hand of the corporal pulling me up by my hair. I could hardly hold myself on my legs, but he picked me up easily and placed me over the washing basin, this time bent with my back against the mirror and my legs pulled up. In this uneasy position, I was at the right height for the taller corporal to give me at last the heavy pounding he had been promising me.
Calmly, knowing he had all the time in the world now, he slowly took off his open shirt, exposing the full glory of his powerful hair chest, his round biceps and his taught abs. He could see himself on the mirror behind me, and he obviously enjoyed the sight, taking a few seconds to flex his muscles and smile narcissistically at himself. In spite of my predicament, I have to admit I was momentarily in aw at my handsome torturer. He realised it too. "You like what you see, don't you faggot? You're lucky to get a real man like me to fuck you", he bragged.
Then he held my legs wide apart, totally exposing my vulnerable, throbbing pussy. My engorged arse-lips and my little testicles were still numb with pain. "Please... don't hurt me anymore..." I managed to whisper. My desperate plea only seemed to anger the cruel officer more. "Shut up, bitch!" he screamed, "we know all faggots love to have a real man rough you up as you deserve. In fact, I can see your cunt just begging for another good, hard fuck..."
"Nooo... pleeeaaase..." I insisted, but my desperate whimper turned quickly into an agonising scream, as the ruthless corporal rammed his 20 cm [8"] cock into me with a vengeance.
For a moment, he just rolled his shaft inside, savouring the heat and tightness of inflamed, slimy rectum. "You were right, Sarge!" he exclaimed, "his cunt his tight again. Juicy and hot, too. Definitely one of the best faggot cunts we ever caught! The little bitch was born for this, no doubt about it."
Then came a series of violent, powerful thrusts, as if he wanted to break the way for what came next. In this new position, the face of my rapist was right in front of me. I could see how he chewed his lip and his eyes blinked languidly in delight as he forced himself into the warm grip of my colon, and the sadistic grin as he heard me scream in pain every time he slammed into me.
The brutal pounding he so repeatedly threatened me with didn't take long to materialise. Quickly picking up speed, he demonstrated all the power of the strong his legs and abs, hammering viciously deep inside me like a jackhammer for what seemed an eternity. I couldn't even scream anymore, just let out a long hurting moan.
When he finally slowed down, he looked me in the eyes and asked "You like that, don't you bitch?" Gagged in tears and snort, I still gathered the strength to try to deny his degrading assertion. "No... no... I hate it... please... no more... please..." I mumbled. "Stop lying, you little pervert!" he barked back at me, and landed a punishing slap on my already battered arse.
"Let's see if we can get you in the right mood...", he added with a cruel grin. His hands slid menacingly over my smooth hips, up to my flabby chest. "I love these faggot tits" he muttered, as he kneaded my soft, fleshy pectorals. I shivered as soon as he touched my sensitive, betraying nipples. His grin changed into a luscious smile as his powerful fingers closed in on my already swollen buds, pinching them sadistically. I immediately let out a long, anguished moan and my body heaved. The electric discharge flashed from my suffering nipples straight to my pelvis.
Both of them laughed heartily as my cunt clasped hungrily at the violating cock inside me, and my pathetic little weenie sprung up in a disgraceful erection. My tormentors' amusement hurt almost as much as their brutal thrashings. Once again, I loathed my own vulnerability to the lewd attacks I suffered.
"I told you I'd get you in the mood, you horny little slut" the corporal shouted triumphantly, as he went on pinching and twisting my nipples, savouring the way my young plump body squirmed in delightful pain on top of the uncomfortable washing basin and my pussy clasped wantonly around his gently pumping cock.
Even the hardened sergeant seemed genuinely surprised at my resilient horniness. He slapped my throbbing little erection a few times, admiring how the pain only seemed to make it bounce back even more firmly.
"Now show me how much you want me to fuck you hard!", the corporal commanded, "Beg for it! Beg for the good rough fuck you love so much, faggot!" I wanted to hate it, but as long as he was punishing my engorged nipples, I couldn't be so sure I did.
Anyway, seeing the ruthless grin on his face I knew trying to resist would only result in more pain and misery for me. I had the perfect excuse to give in, but was still burning with shame as I capitulated miserably. "YES, YES, PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK MY FAGGOT PUSSY!" I burst out, offering them their total triumph. The two sadists had bashed, tortured and raped me... and on top of that, I was now almost willingly begging for their abuse, betrayed by my own innate horniness. They had to be right: I was truly born for this.
Beaten by pain, exertion, shame... and my own wicked lust, I totally surrendered to the corporal's violent pounding. In spite of the multiple sources of pain I endured, the irresistible combination of the cruel stimulation of my nipples and the brutal battering of my sore prostate soon had me visibly close to orgasm. Intent on denying me the least pleasure, the sergeant had resumed slapping my erect prick, but unfortunately that didn't help me to rob them of the ultimate triumph of inducing me into a climax under such appalling suffering and strain.
As I came closer, I craved more and more the stimulation of the corporal's cock slamming on my prostate. As if his brutally frantic hammering was not enough for me, I started shamelessly humping my fat arse up and down with an unexpected energy.
For a moment, the corporal and I were no longer predator and victim. We were both prisoners of our own lust, allies in a vertiginous and unstoppable race towards the explosion of pleasure we both craved.
He still managed to hold on until the moment my wanton pussy clasped around his shaft with ferocious strength, effectively stopping the powerful thrusts of his pelvis against me. With a deep, exhausted moan, I squirmed around so helplessly that he had to hold me in his muscular arms to prevent me from falling down from the washing basin. There was nothing more my aching, worn-out testicles could expel, but my climax was just as powerful as if I were spurting geysers of cum, like the ones I was soon to feel inside me.
Drawn by some irresistible impulse, the corporal pressed his lips on my drooling mouth and pushed his tongue into me, just as the smouldering semen started to mount up his shaft. As he pumped gush after gush of his seed into me, we united in a devouring kiss, helping me with this vague resemblance of tenderness to accept that I was once more being defiled by a man's sordid ball-slime.
However, as soon as he stopped shivering against me in the delightful throws of orgasm, he pulled away with a visibly embarrassed expression. The scornful grin on the sergeant's face only mortified him more for his perceived moment of weakness. Of course, I was now the natural target for his own anger, and he showed it with a brutal bitch-slap that knocked me off the washing basin and sent me tumbling helplessly down to the cold floor.
"Did you like that, bitch?", he yelled, throwing me a vicious kick in my arse with his heavy riding boot, followed by several more that hit me randomly. The sergeant was laughing loud, probably as amused by his partner's embarrassment as by the way I pathetically cringed and whimpered on the floor, suffering the brutal kicks of the angry corporal.
When he stopped kicking me, it took me a few seconds to dare look up and see if they would finally leave me alone. To my dismay, I saw the corporal standing over me, holding his spent cock in his hand. "Filthy faggot" he sneered, and spit on me.
Then he aimed his cock down in my direction, and before I could even think of trying to escape this additional humiliation, his warm, fetid urine splashed on my face. I cringed back into foetal position, as he hosed me with his powerful stream of piss, splashing the discarded body fluid all over me. When he finally had emptied his bladder, I was curled in a puddle of muddy, stinking piss.
Then, the sergeant decided to follow the younger officer's example. "We only came here to piss, and your sluttish teasing distracted us", he informed me, "so it's your job to take care of that now". Of course, he had to put an additional sadistic twist to it. He pushed me roughly with his boot, forcing me to roll in the puddle of the corporal's urine until I was on my back.
With his cruel grin that I had learned to dread, he slid the sole of his boot gently over my crotch, then pressed the heel on my little hairless genitals, crushing them cruelly against the hard floor.
I yelled in pain, and he took the opportunity to send the first gush of his rancid piss right into my mouth. I choked and spluttered, but my futile attempt to turn my face away from him was punished with another vicious push of his heel into my groin. I faced the splashing urine, but held my mouth shut, so he aimed his stale body fluid at my nostrils, laughing as I spluttered and choked when the irritant liquid was snorted into my nose. "Keep your toilet mouth open, you filthy cocksucker. Don't dare refuse my pure male piss after all the dirty cocks you've been sucking", he screamed, "and swallow it all, or you'll have to lick it from the floor".
After that, I held my mouth wide open, trying to ignore the rank taste and stench of the warm liquid that was gurgling in my mouth and filling my stomach. In a way, the sergeant was right: after all the cheesy cocks I had sucked and the sour cum I had swallowed, drinking a man's urine - and it wasn't even the first time I had to do it - wasn't that much worse.
When the fat officer squirted his last spurts of piss on me, I hoped they would at last be tired of molesting me, but I still wasn't so lucky. The heartless sergeant decided to uphold his threat of making me lick the remnants of his piss that had dripped all over the dirty floor. I had managed to collect most of his own production, but the little that I hadn't been able to catch was now mixed in the large puddle formed earlier by the contents of the corporal's bladder.
"On your hands and knees, where you belong, bitch!" he yelled, "and start licking that mess you made on public property!" I moved into position as he commanded. Still hoping against all hope that he couldn't seriously mean it - I looked up at him with a puzzled pleading look. "Yes, that's right, use your filthy faggot tongue" he laughed, "I'm sure you've stuck it up other faggots' shitty arseholes, so it shouldn't be a problem for you". The comparison did little to persuade me, but managed to make me feel a rush of shame as I admitted to myself how cruelly true his words were.
I looked down with unsurpassable revulsion at the mess of muddy urine on the floor, still unable to force myself to lick it. The always helpful corporal then came in my assistance, landing a brutal kick on my battered arse-crack that landed me on my face on the grubby puddle, screaming in pain. Before I could even think of getting up again, he pressed the sole of his riding boot on my head and rubbed my face into the filth. "You heard the sergeant, faggot. Lick that nasty mess you made", he screamed.
I resigned myself at last to my gruesome task, sticking out my tongue and lapping at the dark slime of piss and filth that covered the floor around me. Convinced that he had finally broken my disgusted resistance, the corporal removed his boot from my head. "Faster, bitch!" he insisted "you made us loose too much time already, giving you what you deserve", and gave me another kick, this time in my ribs.
"It seems you still need some incentive", the sergeant said, "get on your hands and knees like I told you and put your bitch arse up". I did as he told me, and another fresh blow of his dreaded belt landed across my inflamed cheeks. I raised my head for a moment in a shriek of pain, but went quickly back to my revolting chore. Even that little pause didn't go unnoticed by my torturers. "Keep licking, faggot!" the corporal yelled, applying a kick to my thigh.
When the sergeant's canvas strap thrashed again and again across the easy target of my big round arse, I couldn't suppress my agonising squeal, but I didn't dare interrupt my work, and kept licking frantically around the floor.
With the incentive of the sergeant's belt and the corporal's kicks, I managed to clean up much of the sordid slime, enough at least to satisfy their sadistic amusement. "That about does it, you filthy queer" the sergeant announced, and immediately added "but now you need to clean up the filth you left on our boots". I knew that I wasn't at all to blame for the dirt on their boots, but I knew even better that it was useless to argue with them.
I crawled humbly to the older officers' feet and dutifully began to lick his grimy boots. I did try to do the work the best I could, but that didn't save me from some more "stimulating" thrashing and kicking. At last, the sergeant seemed satisfied with the result and pushed me away with a kick in my face. "That's good enough, bitch. Now clean his boots too". I crawled up to the corporal and immediately applied my tired, sore thong to his boots as well. I was saved from his kicks now, but the sergeant's belt still went to work on my arse and thighs, keeping it mercilessly ablaze.
When his boots were spit-shiny, the corporal kicked my face away as well. I looked up and saw with relief that they headed for the washing basins and stood side-by-side, carefully washing their respective cocks.
The corporal looked down at me and grinned. "You should have cleaned our cocks with your tongue, but your sewage mouth is not proper for that now", he complained.
"Don't you think you're still missing something, fag?" the sergeant asked me when they finished washing and tuck their cocks back into their tight gray trousers. I looked up at him, puzzled. The clarification came with one more kick, this time from him. "Don't you think you should apologise for being a faggot pervert and putting us through all this trouble?" he snarled. "Yes, you need to thank us politely for it", the corporal added, landing another kick on me.
I pulled myself up to my knees and complied to yet this demand. "Please excuse me for being a faggot pervert, officers. And thank you for giving me what I deserve."
"Good, fag" the sergeant laughed, "now if you ask us nicely we might even use you again soon. You want that, don't you?" I felt a horrified shiver down my spine at the thought of falling in their hands again, but I obeyed. "Yes, officers, please use me again soon. Please give me again what I deserve for being a pervert little faggot".
As a reply, the sergeant snorted loudly and spit a huge gob of phlegm right in the middle of my swollen, dirty, face. "We will, slut, don't worry", he said, as he finally turned around and headed for the door.
The corporal, still standing next to me, gave me one last, brutal kick, hitting me right between the legs again. Caught off guard by the vicious blow to my already swollen genitals, I screamed in pain and cringed helplessly on the floor. "Count on it, little whore. We'll be having fun with your faggot arse again very soon", and he finished his words with another slimy gob of spit on my face, before he walked out with his partner.