Author: Alex, from Portugal E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com
Any feedback will be highly appreciated.
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. Remember: fantasies are just that... real life hurts.
Part 47
Before starting the car, the taxi driver took a long look at me. His gaze and his mocking smile made me feel instinctively unease, and even more acutely aware of being so bare and dirty. I buried myself in the seat, naked except for my soiled briefs and my sneakers.
The rough contact with the worn-out fake leather of my blistering, welted thighs and buttocks, scarcely protected by the grubby cotton briefs, made me whimper as I sat down. I was also painfully conscious of how my throbbing, swollen nipples stuck out obscenely from the smooth mounds of flesh of my bare chest. The soreness in my throat and the horrid taste in my mouth were also stark reminders not only of all the men I had had to please orally, including my stocky taxi driver -- not to mention the latest degradation of having had to swallow the two law-enforcers' rancid urine or lick the piss-muddy floor of the station toilets.
As I twitched uncomfortably on my seat, I closed my eyes and tried to push away from my mind the memory of all the horrid things I had had to endure that hideous, endless day. The feeling of the man's harsh hand caressing my meaty thigh brought me back to my hard reality. I couldn't suppress a sob, knowing this sign of attention did not bode well for me, but didn't dare try to repel him. I just stared out the window, hoping against hope that his hand would move away if I ignored it.
Instead, he groped harder, making me yelp in pain, and laughed. "You're making me horny again, you sexy little slut", he announced, "we'll have to make a stop on the way so you can take care of that, and this time I want some pussy."
I finally faced his merciless grin and begged him to spare me. "I am so tired already, please take me home, please", I implored, but my tears didn't move him. In fact, my pleas only managed to make him angry. He slapped me on the back of the head, yanked me by the hair and pulled my face towards his crotch. "Get my cock out and shut the fuck up. Use that pretty mouth for the only thing it's good for" he ordered, as he kept driving.
Hoping, as I had in many similar situations before, that I might be able to keep his mind off my pussy until I made him cum, I freed his stubby cock, slid my head under the steering wheel and started working diligently to please him. He lay back on his seat and moaned contentedly as my drooling mouth started to move up and down on his short erect shaft.
I felt his hand rubbing the back of my head, encouraging my well-trained cocksucking efforts, but then, to my dismay, his fingers slid down my back and focused on my fat behind. I whimpered as he groped my aching left buttock. Desperate to keep him away from my arse, I started sucking even harder, but he mistakenly took that for a lewd demonstration of horniness on my part and an invitation for his abuse. I whimpered again as his hand moved to my right buttock and his fingers dug cruelly into my tenderized flesh.
"This bitch arse is nice and hot. Just begging for cock", he mused. He pulled the back of my dirty briefs into my crack, using it like a thong. The rough contact of the stretched fabric against my puffed out arse-ring made me yelp out in pain, but I immediately went back to work on his cock, more and more desperate to make him cum and save myself from yet another vicious rape.
His fingers moved under the makeshift thong and rubbed my sensitive, protruding arse-lips. As his fingers touched the sensuous warmth of my throbbing pussy, I felt his cock jump in my mouth. Feeling my loose sphincter give in to his touch, he easily buried three fingers into my moist cunthole, freshly lubricated by the station janitor's semen. I tried to ignore the pain as his fingers started to stretch me open and concentrated on my oral performance, knowing that giving him my best possible blow-job was the only hope I had of sparing me any worst abuse before that horrible day was over.
My hopes started to fade when I felt the car slow down, swerve into a bumpy road, then come to a halt in a dark alley. For a few minutes, he just enjoyed my expert cock-sucker mouth, burying his fingers deep in my boy-cunt, but eventually he pulled my face away from his crotch and quickly moved on top of me. To make himself more comfortable, he unblocked the back of the seat and let it slide all the way back. Then he held my legs up so he could pull off my briefs, fighting for a moment to get them past my sneakers. I was now totally naked and at his mercy.
With his heavy, hairy body on top of me, face to face, he made me hold my legs up as his fingers eagerly guided his stubby cock to my loose fuck-hole. I whimpered in pain as he found the target and immediately rammed into me. Even though it was very far from being the biggest cock I had had to endure, the forceful assault on my unbearably abused hole was enough to put me in agony.
Contrary to my best hopes, his ruthless pounding lasted for what felt like an eternity. Having recently shot his load in my mouth, he could now easily prolong his pleasure -- and my distress -- and he was determined to make me pay for the taxi ride as long and hard as he could. There was nothing else I could, once more, but to suffer my fate as a faggot bitch. A fate I now knew for sure I couldn't avoid, after the foolish hopes I had woken up with that same morning had been so brutally and utterly destroyed along that long and terrible day.
At last, he started groaning louder, finally getting closer to dump his foul semen inside me, as countless boys and men had already done that day. I screamed in pain with every brutal thrust that accompanied each of the blazing spurts he fired into my inflamed rectum.
As he pulled out, I was forced to painfully clench my swollen sphincter. The violent shaking during his fuck had released down my guts much of the remnants of stale cum I still carried inside me, which, mixing with his own fresh load, now created a desperate urge for release. I was terrified at the thought that I could suddenly start farting out all the male slime I had inside me. In my already appalling condition, I didn't worry that I could soil myself even more, but I was afraid of getting the seat dirty and making him angry, not even daring to imagine what new torments that could bring me -- and not the least endangering my hope that I could at last return to the relative safety of my home, even if that also meant dealing with my growingly dysfunctional family.
To my relief, he seemed at last to be satisfied with my unconventional payment for the fare. He quickly cleaned himself with a couple of paper tissues and started the car again. After driving back to the main road, he headed to my neighbourhood. As we got closer, I picked up from the floor of the taxi my dirty clothes, but when he saw me trying to put them on he slapped me and ordered me to put them away. "I already told you I don't want those filthy clothes getting my taxi dirty, didn't I?" he barked. I tried to argue that I couldn't possibly get out on the street completely naked, but he was adamant. Desperate to find a way not to be seen naked right in front of my house -- and having to go inside in the nude - I asked him to drop me off in a quiet area at the edge of the park, hoping that I could find there a dark spot to put my clothes on without being seen.
All went well. He pulled up on a dark corner, and I immediately flung the door open and ran out, holding my clothes in a bundle in my arms, quickly ducking behind some bushes. Feeling safe in my hideout, I took a moment to regain my breath, as I heard him drive away. Still panting, I slowly started to dress myself. I did it slowly, as my whole body seemed to ache after all the abuse and physical effort I had been put through.
I had put on my briefs and my shirt and was wrestling to slip my sneakered feet into the legs of my trousers when I suddenly heard a deafening bark right behind me. Surprised and terrified, I tried to run forward, but the trousers wrapped around my ankles made me trip face-down on the dirt, leaving me helpless before my attacker.
I felt a big dog towering right over me, placing his paws around me to make sure I wasn't escaping him. The terrifying loud barking went on until I heard a human voice coming from outside the bushes. "Rex! Come here! What have you found there?" the man called, as he made his way through the bushes, showing up in front of me. With his master present, Rex seemed to quiet down and stopped barking, but still growled menacingly at me.
I could only see Rex's master was wearing heavy boots and camouflage army fatigues. As I tried to look up I could only make out the figure of a big man outlined against the faintly lit sky. I couldn't even tell if he was older or younger.
"Please, Sir" I cried out in terror "please take him away". Instead of responding to my desperate pleas, the man flashed a pocket light at me, illuminating my poor condition, squirming half-naked on the dirt, beneath the massive dog. "Looks like Rex found himself a little bitch. He's definitely the best at spotting you worthless faggots that crawl around the park at night", the man commented as he bent down to see me closer. "He's the best at showing faggot bitches what you're good for, too" he added with a chuckle, as he patted the massive dog on the head. "You better be a god bitch for him, Rottweillers can be very mean when they get angry, you know?" he added.
As if he wanted to clear any doubt about what his master meant, Rex started to sniff my arse through my briefs, getting more and more excited as he inhaled the strong scent of my freshly fucked boy-cunt. He kept kicking me with his large paws and pushing his nose against my arse, as if he was trying to make me raise myself up.
I kept begging the man to stop the dog and let me go, but instead he just ordered me to slide my briefs down and put my arse up so Rex could get on with it. "And hurry up" he added "Rex always takes his time fucking his bitches, and I don't have all night".
If this had been happening only a few weeks before, I am sure I would have been fighting like mad to escape the unimaginable horror of being raped by a dog. Yet, after all I'd been through, even this seemed strangely unsurprising. I had learned to resign myself to my horrific fate, and each step down the scale of human degradation, for as unexpected as it might be, ended up being just a logical consequence of all that had happened before.
As if in a daze, I did as the man told me. I pulled my briefs down to my thighs and raised myself on my knees, getting my fat arse at the right level for Rex to mate with his new bitch. At once, I felt his hard cock poking against me, eagerly looking for his target. I couldn't hold back a cry of agony when he suddenly made contact with my puffed out pussy and rammed into me straight away. His canine phallus wasn't as big as some human cocks I had had to endure, but he still felt huge inside me. Besides, he didn't allow me even a second of respite to get used to it, as he instantly started to hump roughly into his new sexual victim.
The rough pounding on my sore hole kept me in constant agony, but nothing prepared me for what was coming next. I felt the base of his cock getting larger and larger, as it pressed against my arse-ring with every thrust. At first I didn't understand what as happening, but as I'd seen dogs fuck on the street I eventually realised what he had in store for me. I might have taken bigger human cocks, but none of them for the monstrous apple-size knot Rex now sported at the base of his shaft.
Instinctively, I tried to escape the animal's final assault, but his front paws were placed strategically on each side of my head, effectively trapping me under him. Fearful that I might cry too loud when the dog ripped his knot into me, the man knelt in front of my face and pushed his hard 20cm [8"] cock into my mouth. I accepted it meekly, starting at once to work on his cock as if that might somehow bring me some relief from the pain I anticipated, while the massive Rottweiler forced his huge knot harder and harder against the hopeless resistance of my sphincter.
At last, with a vicious, irresistible thrust, Rex managed to force his huge knot into me. As the man intended, my desperate cry of agony was muffled by his human cock, deeply lodged in my throat. I almost passed from the pain, as my arse-ring was stretched beyond anything I had endured until then.
Slowly, the pain started to subside, and I got used to the relentless humping of the dog's cock now trapped inside me. As the man had warned me, Rex took his time enjoying his bitch. Once in a while, he would stop fucking me and hold still, only to resume his pounding after a few moments. The man explained that dogs don't breed their bitches all at once; instead they shoot several times, to better impregnate them. The man laughed, noticing my dismay as I realised that I too was being "impregnated" with his dog's seed. I think he shot his sperm into me 7 or 8 times during the mating.
The man shot his nasty load into my throat long before Rex was through. He stood up and packed up his cock. Now that he had emptied his balls using his dog's new catch, he pointed his flashlight down at me and Rex and enjoyed the little show we were putting on.
My whole body was aching more and more, and my knees were bruised from rubbing on the dirt. Strangely, however, my arse seemed to have been able to relax after the excruciating moment when Rex knotted with me. Realising I was whimpering and complaining less and less, the man complimented Rex on his new romantic conquest. "Looks like you definitely made a new friend here, Rex. The bitch is loving every second of it. They all do, anyway. Fine cocksucker, too; best blowjob I've had in a long time!" He moved the light under me and confirmed his suspicion that I was now sporting a rigid erection, as a response to Rex's constant stimulation of the cruelly sensitive love-button deep inside my arse, in. I couldn't hold back my tears as I was forced to acknowledge my body's lewd response to the bestial mating I was being subjected to.
At long last, Rex seemed to have appeased his sexual appetite and started trying to pull out of me. Yet his knot was still swollen, and my sphincter now worked just as hard to keep it inside as it had resisted the invasion. I screamed in pain as the powerful dog started to drag me around, but his owner intervened and held me down. Instead of trying to calm down the dog until the knot subsided enough to be expelled from my arse, the man prodded him to pull harder. "C'mon Rex, you've had your fun, now leave the bitch alone and lets go home" he called to the dog. At the same time, he held me against the ground and put his hand over my mouth, making sure I wouldn't scream too loud.
Like he was urged to do -- by his master and his own instinct -- Rex started pulling harder and harder, desperate to free his knot. Each time he pulled I let out an agonising cry, muffled by the man. Only at the fourth attempt did the swollen globe finally pop out. I collapsed from the pain and for a long moment my arse-ring remained wide open, releasing a gush of dog and human sperm. The man and his horny dog walked away, both equally indifferent to the appalling state they had left me. I let out a tearful whimper as I finally managed to shut back my brutalised sphincter, at the price of a sharp, agonising pain.
Picking myself up, I finished putting on my clothes and stumbled home. Even walking slowly was agony, with my whole body aching and my raped hole struggling excruciatingly to hold inside the abundant remains of human and animal sludge I still carried inside me.