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 8 -- My pimp, my boyfriend
Nuno was suddenly very nice to me, and made sure he was always around (protecting his business asset, as it was). In the two afternoon classes left, he arranged to sit right next to me. He would kept smiling at me and groping my leg, or making me place his hand on his crotch and feel his hard-on. I was under the constant fear that the other boys (or even worse, the teacher) would notice anything. I knew I should hate him, but I was just too weak to fight him back, like with any of the others. I just tried to take his unwanted attention and company as some solace to my misery and made a half-accomplished effort not to think about the bigger, much darker, picture.
As I was so hungry (in spite of my sperm diet...), he even bought me a cake and a juice. Of course, he was in fact spending a part of what he had just made pimping my mouth to some kid for the first time. Has he handed me my meagre lunch, he told me I needed to keep healthy and fit. I smiled thankfully, even though I had no illusions about his self-interested concern. I just hoped that he wouldn't make me service him again, or some other "client". I felt physically and mentally exhausted, and I knew I would still have to meet the bullies behind the gym after class, or face the consequences.
As I feared, when classes were eventually over and we walked out together, he again put his protective arm over my shoulder and started heading with me to the toilets. I didn't see anyone else around, so I suppose this time he wanted some service for himself. If I could choose between him and the four bullies that should be waiting for me, I would have been pleased to suck him off, but I knew I would be in big trouble if I didn't show up for them. I had no choice but to tell him about it. He was suddenly in a rage, acting like a jealous boyfriend, screaming at me, calling me a slut and stuff like that. I was close to hitting me. He told me very sharply that I was now his bitch and I wasn't allowed to touch any other boy without his permission. I tried to argue that I didn't want to do it and just had no choice, but I clearly was only making him angrier.
He almost dragged me to the toilet and shoved me into a stall with a mean kick on my "big fat arse". He pushed me back, making me sit on the commode, and forced me to rub my face on the crotch of his jeans, feeling his cock harden inside. He yanked painfully at my hair, bending my head back and forcing me to look up at him with my teary eyes. "You want some cock, you come to me, bitch. I am your man, you get that?" I nodded meekly, but that didn't seem to be enough for him. He yanked my hair harder and repeated his question, "YOU GET THAT?" "Yes, yes, Nuno, you are my man", I blurted, sobbing. His face lit in a mean grin, and he suddenly spit right on my face. I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly by the hair and spit on me again, and again. He then let go of my hair and proceeded to open his jeans and take his cock out. I knew better than to try to clean up his spit, so I just felt it drip down my face as he roughly shoved his dick into my mouth, the rage seeming to swell it even harder.
He took charge from the first second, holding my head and fucking my mouth hard with his still boyish cock. I tried to suck the best I could so he wouldn't be angry at me anymore, but he wanted to show his power over me even more than he needed to cum. "Yeah you little faggot, I know you love cock but you don't need to go around looking for it, your man will get you all the cock you need, and more. Shit, I'm going to have every horny kid in this school lining up for my whore and making me rich!" This terrifying prospect sent a shiver down my spine, even if I don't think I even imagined he could be talking seriously. In any case, for the moment, my main concern was making him cum. At last, I felt he was getting closer to shoot, but he disappointed me by suddenly yanking his cock out and holding my face away from it.
He laughed seeing my eager drooling mouth open, waiting for the chance to finish it's work. "No bitch, you suck great cock, but this time I want some pussy!" With this, he pulled me to my feet and turned me around. He told me show him my arse and I obediently opened my trousers and pulled them to my knees. He groped my big cheeks under the thin fabric of the briefs before he told me slide them down. He was breathing heavily in anticipation of burying his horny young dick in a hot tight hole for the first time and, at the same time, making me submit to this ultimate degradation. I felt him rub his spit-wet fingers on my arse-lips, then force one into my tight hole. In spite of the pain, I felt again a strange tingle inside, just like when I had fingered myself the night before. Even in his inexperience, he could sense that my arse wasn't resisting him and pushed a second finger inside and started to slide in and out. He sounded so excited I actually wondered if he would pop his load even before being inside me.
When he pulled his fingers out, I knew the dreaded moment had come, and that's when I finally tried to stop him. I pushed him away, pressed myself with my back to the corner of the stall, away from him, and just told him face to face that he couldn't do it.
He froze for a moment, and then slapped me and tried to pull me back into position. He was so furious that I had had the nerve to stand up to him. I knew by now that I was sure to get my arse fucked sooner than later, but what I feared most, more than the pain I would endure and the degradation of being stripped of the last treasure of my manhood, was Vitor's anger when he realised I had lost my cherry to another cock. The thought of him had slipped from my immediate concerns in this whirlwind of events, but somehow I had engraved in my mind that my virginity was his, as if he had some sort of first claimant right (part 1).
It's funny how I feared Vitor absent anger more than Nuno's real and immediate rage, but desperation gave me the courage to deny him my virgin arse in the name of another man. He was almost out of his mind now. This time he bitch-slapped me very hard, making my face swell. He was red with anger, not only for being deprived of the pleasure of breaking in his "bitch", but even more by the fact that his precious, newly acquired, power over me was being challenged. Fortunately the magic of the name of Vitor worked wide enough around our neighbourhood for Nuno not to be immune to it.
For a moment he just stood there, fuming, digesting his anger. Then I saw a mean grin on his face which I knew very well didn't bode anything good for me. "Strip, you whore!" he barked at me. I was surprised and didn't react, so he bitch-slapped me again, almost knocking me to the floor. "I told you to get naked!"
Finally, I started obediently to take my shirt and trousers off. He just stood there, looking at me sternly, so I knew I had to go on, until I took everything off, sneakers and socks included. After all I had been through, it's surprising that even having to strip myself in front of him still felt humiliating. Then he directed me to sit on the commode again and came up to me, holding his cock in his hand, right in front from my face. I was puzzled and wondered if he was just teasing me, but then he informed me he was "going to put his male scent on his bitch". The next instant a splash of hot liquid hit my face. It took me a second to realise what was happening, but anyway there was no choice for me but to just stay there and accept his hot stinking piss splashing on my face and running down my chest and my hairless crotch into the commode, with some of it dripping to the floor under my naked feet. He even made me open my mouth and pissed directly into it, forcing me to taste his rank urine and gag on it.
When his bladder was finally empty, he told me to stay in the same position and started to jerk off in front of my face. I felt very humiliated by that as well, as if I was not even worthy of his cock anymore. He quickly brought himself to an orgasm and his load hit my face, mixing with his spit, his piss and my tears. Only then did he approach his cock to my lips, telling me to clean it up.
"Go look for Vitor and tell him to open up your pussy for my use", he shot down at me before he left, smiling proudly for having come up with a way to reassert his power over me and even a final punch-line to disguise his hurt pride.