Author: Alex, from Portugal E-mail: port_pass@hotmail.com
Feedback much appreciated, off course.
Story with non-consensual sex between males. Don't read it if you're not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you (I don't include any of those nice disturbances in your crotches, of course).
Part 7 -- My pimp
The classroom was a place I still felt safe from harm, but now I couldn't look at Sergio or Nuno, my classmates and best friends (or so I thought), without being reminded of all the shameful things I had done these last couple of days. Sergio clearly avoided looking at me. I still hoped he was just embarrassed by what had happened in the toilets, but his last words, saying he was ashamed of being seen with me, still hurt deeper than any abuse I had suffered. On the contrary, Nuno clearly tried to make eye contact with me and always awarded me with a wicked wink or an obscene sneer that sent shivers down my spine. Just the day before he was my best friend and now I was scared of him, and even more terrified that any of the others boys would notice his new attitude towards me and suspect of the true reason behind it.
With the events of lunchtime, I didn't have anything to eat, apart from a few loads of protein-rich teenage sperm, but I was so anguished I wasn't even hungry. Most of all, I just couldn't stop thinking about what I would have to do later on. I knew I would be in big trouble if I didn't go meet Miguel and the other three bullies behind the gym after the afternoon classes were over. I felt sick just thinking I would again have to suck them off suffer their abuse.
In the 15-minute break in mid-afternoon, I decided to look for Sergio. I wanted to tell him again that all I had done wasn't from my own free will and still hoped we could stay friends. I found him with some boys from our class and approached the group, trying to call him away from the group so we could talk privately. However any hope I had of saving our friendship was quickly lost. "Fucking sissy!", I distinctly heard him mutter to the others, and they all moved away from me, laughing.
I felt my eyes fill with tears and decided the last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me crying. I headed to the toilets, looking for some privacy, but I was so unfortunate I bumped right with Nuno and some other boy that was with him. I didn't even know his name, I only knew he was a year ahead of us. They were clearly happy to see me and I realised they had in fact been looking for me.
Before I could even try to get away, Nuno grabbed my arm and led me into the toilet room, the same where I had been forced to suck his cock just a couple of hours before. More than anything he could do to me, I was terrified that the other boy would find out about my secret, but I quickly learned he was well aware of it when I saw him rubbing his crotch while Nuno praised my cocksucking skills to him. I was even more shocked when the older boy handed Nuno some money and they shook hands, like they were sealing a deal.
Nuno then turned to me and spoke in a cold stern voice: "Listen, you fag. You're going to show my friend here a really good time for his money, all right? Any complaints and everyone in the whole school will know you're a queer little pervert." I knew I had no choice and meekly looked down to the floor, crying. I was shoved into the very same stall as before, only now I was being pimped by my (former) best friend to some stranger, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Nuno stayed out and the boy locked himself inside with me. We didn't have much time, so he quickly pushed me on my knees and pulled his jeans and underwear down. His cock was average, even for his age, so it wasn't hard for me to handle it, with all the intensive practice I had been getting those last couple of days. Most of the time he just let me do it, instead of trying to rape my mouth. I am sure it was his first blowjob and he seemed almost in a trance as my wet suction quickly worked him up to the most powerful orgasm of his young life. Only when he was on the verge of exploding in my mouth did he start to pump hard. I gagged a little, not expecting his sudden action, and the next thing I knew my mouth was bursting with wave after wave of his hot teen seed, that I tried desperately to swallow.
I kept his spent cock in my mouth, cleaning it up of the last drops of semen, while he leaned back on the door, trying to regain his breath. The bell sounded right then and he quickly pulled his jeans up. I had hardly had time to get up from my knees and try to regain composure before he unlocked the door and left. Terrified that someone outside would hear us, I had been happy that he wasn't very noisy, but a couple of boys from my class were there washing their hand when we left and I am sure they noticed we had both come out of the same stall.
Nuno was waiting outside and threw his arm over my shoulder as we headed to our classroom, telling me in a very friendly tone that he was very happy with my performance with "our" first client. He never mentioned anything about the money he got, nor did I even think of raising that issue, as it was just too shameful for me even to think about it.
In some way, I felt like I was in quicksand and a strange force just kept pulling further and further down to new levels of shame and humiliation, and the only thing I knew was that I would only get worse.