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 44
I'm not sure how long I stayed there. I don't know who the next men were, either. Or even exactly how many of them used me after Cardoso and Max left. My eyelids were caked with dried cum, so I couldn't see them, but it didn't really matter. They were just cocks I was forced to take inside me, enduring their brutal thrusts until the engorged piss-slits finally gushed out the foul male slime. For any of them, I was nothing but an available cum-dump, a deepthroating mouth and a fat arse, a boy-pussy swollen and sloppy but still tight enough for their pleasure. Every time one of them emptied his balls, dumping his gooey semen inside me or on me, I was scarcely allowed any rest before being forced to taste the cheesy tang of another cock pushed into my raw throat or to feel my sore rectum stuffed with the next nick to be mercilessly rammed into me.
My exhausted and abused body was desperately pleading for relief, but their strong hands easily subdued my early feeble attempts to escape the merciless abuse and compelled me to endure the degradation of being publicly defiled by one stranger after another in a fetid public toilet.
To wipe away any remnant of self-esteem I might still hold, and convince them of my willing surrender to their lewd abuse, I even shook in the throws of orgasm for two or even three times, reaching from inside the climax that my throbbing, neglected little prick eagerly craved.
It was already my second gang-fuck in a few hours, after Gil had publicly branded me in the locker room as the school whore and offered me free of charge to all my prospective "customers". In the meantime, Thunder, the school janitor, had whipped my arse red with his belt, raped my throat and my arse, and then still managed to leave me with an unfulfilled, insane lust that had dragged me again to this den of depravity at the station toilets.
The day had started with my vain and hopeless rebellion against my fate of whoredom, and it was obvious it had only made it worse. Whoredom was in my genes, and branded in my sensuously girly body. It was in my naturally red pursy lips. In my fleshy chest and jutting, sensitive nipples. In my wide feminine hips. In my ample round arse, with my wiggling buttocks so perfectly smooth and pale. In my soft, plump legs. And of course, in my natural ability to take the most massive cocks into my flexible gorge or my dilated rectum, now converted into two slimy cunts for any man to get pleasure from. Or, perhaps more than anything else, in the way my pitiful little prick signalled with its inappropriate erections my shameful submission to the consecutive rapes I was put through.
Perhaps more than a dozen anonymous men had their way with me, using my mouth or my arse, that stinking toilet stall. Most of them did not take long to cum, though. Having been watching other men defiling my sensuous young body while they waited in line, most of them were already close to exploding when they got their turn. That, as I had already discovered before, was a small blessing I should be grateful for every time I was forced to satisfy a whole line of horny males. Again and again, I had accepted meekly each fresh batch of male slime and dutifully opened my mouth or humped up my big slutty arse, submitting to the next cock, as they demanded.
On the back of my mind, I was aware of the sound of different voices echoing in the toilet room, letting me know that there were still more men waiting to come into the small, cramped stall and use me for their pleasure, indifferent to whether I accepted them willingly or not.
Even without mobile phones at the time, word seemed to have gotten out quickly that a cock-hungry little slut was there for the take. Every pervert that frequented the reeking male toilets of the station was determined to take the opportunity to abuse my fat round arse and my deep juicy throat for free. Most of them were used to pay for the favours of the boys that sold themselves around the station, and wouldn't miss the chance to enjoy the new little whore free of charge.
In the midst of my predicament, the dirty jokes and obscene comments about me that the men exchanged between themselves still managed to make me excruciatingly aware of my humiliation. "Take those big cocks, bitch!", "Fuck him harder! The little whore loves to take it rough!", "He's a real natural, takes a cock down his throat like an old street whore!", "Look how hard his little prick is, he really loves it rough and hard!", "I bet this bitch would love to meet my Rottweiller!", "No, you'd need a donkey to satisfy that hungry cunt!"
When I had already resigned myself to be there taking cock for hours, probably until the station closed down, it all ended very suddenly. I heard a commotion outside the stall, then suddenly the raucous died out as the men all seemed to run out the door.
Just then, a strong, loud voice blasted over the grunts of my last two fuckers: "Get lost, you dirty perverts! This little whore is closing for business!"
Ignoring the imposing command, the man fucking my face shot his load deep in my sore throat, adding his rich seed to the multiple loads of teenage and adult cum that already filled my stomach. When he pulled away his cock, my mouth instinctively remained open, drooling spit and cum down my chin, waiting for the next throbbing, musky shaft that would be using my slimy throat.
The next cock I already anticipated never came. In fact, the man behind me suddenly halted the vigorous pounding he was giving to my battered hole and I felt his cock yanked out of me. He grumbled, but somehow didn't dare protest for being deprived of the juicy tightness of my boy-cunt.
Before I could figure out what was happening, a strong hand grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet. As I tried to steady myself, every muscle in my body was screaming in pain. Now that the sexual frenzy was suddenly over, the physical exertion I had been submitted was even more acute. I had to cling to to my saviour's strong, hairy arm to avoid slumping back down to the slippery floor of the stall.
I was intensely aware of how loose and sloppy my anal cunt was. It throbbed painfully as I tried to clench my sphincter shut and stop the flow of slime that dripped incessantly down my smooth thighs, reaching down to my knees.
Without much consideration for my poor condition, he dragged me across the room and held my face under a tap. I rinsed my cum-plastered face in the cold water and was finally able to open my eyes. Looking up, I realised the man - tall, slim but muscular, in his late 20s - was wearing the uniform (gray and green at the time) of the National Guard, the Portuguese territorial police, with the riding boots they often still wear on road patrols and the flannel riding trousers to match them. Instinctively, I shivered in fright, wondering what kind of mess I was getting into now.
With the feared presence of the National Guard, the toilet was now deserted, but just then a second uniformed officer came through the door and started laughing at the sight of his partner holding a plump twelve-year-old, naked except for my sneakers, dirty all over from being dragged on the floor, with cum dripping down my legs and caked all over me.
The second officer was older, well over 40, short, and had an overhanging potbelly and thick black moustache. He walked slowly up to us, looked me up and down with an appreciative gaze and a scornful, very discomforting, grin. Ignoring me, he talked to his partner: "What have we here, Corporal? It seems that we got lucky tonight. This fat bitch looks much nicer than the skinny boy-whores we usually pick up in this stinking hole." At the same time, he bent down and groped my plump arse. His harsh hand ran over my smooth buttocks, gently at first, then his fingers pinched painfully into my tender flesh and he let out a luscious grunt. I yelped in pain, but was too scared to protest.
"That's for sure, Sergeant" the Corporal replied, "and this fat bitch is a total slut too: I caught him on his hands and knees in one of the stalls getting fucked in his mouth and arse. By the look of it, he had serviced quite a few cocks already, and the place was still full of perverts ready to use him next."
The Sergeant laughed at the vivid description of my total debasement. "Is that so" he mused, as his fingers moved from my cheeks into my deep arse-crack and pressed against my swollen anus. "Well, his cunt has definitely been used hard, no doubt about it" he apraised, feeling the protruding pussy-lips of my gang-raped arse.
For a moment, he just sensed the blazing exterior of my abused boy-cunt. Then he rolled two fingers in the male slime that kept leaking abundantly through my open anus and slid them past my pouching arse-lips.
My loose sphincter didn't offer much resistance, but the rough contact with my raw arse-lips made me scream in pain again, louder this time. I tried to wriggle myself free and managed to pull away from the invading fingers, but the corporal clenched his grip on my arm and pulled me back. Before I knew what was happening, the sergeant back-handed me right across my face. "You're not going anywhere for now, faggot" he yelled. "You'd better stay quiet and do as you're told, or you'll be in big trouble."
As if to stress his colleague's words and make sure I didn't dare struggle anymore, the younger officer slapped me hard several times more, leaving my face stinging painfully on both sides. Hurt and petrified by his violent outburst, I nodded submissively, snorting my tears.
Having learned my lesson, I tried to stay still as the older man's hand went back to my arse-crack. This time - maybe as an additional punishment for my insubordination - he jabbed three fingers into me, forcing them as deep as he could into the slimy heat of my rectum. I tried to stifle another scream as he proceeded to finger me roughly. Tears of pain and fear were already running down my face.
I sighed in relief as I finally felt the sergeant's ravaging fingers sliding out of me. "He has definitely been fucked a lot lately, but he's still tighter than many of the other faggot whores we get to fuck around here", he expertly appraised.
He looked at his fingers, dripping with cum and arse-juice, wondering for a moment what to do with them. "Open your filthy cocksucker mouth, bitch" he commanded, and then forced me to suck off the disgusting slime. He rolled the fingers around to make sure I had no choice but to get the full, pungent taste of my arse-cunt, then started to finger-fuck my mouth playfully, laughing as I dutifully sucked on them as if I was pleasing one more cock. "This nasty whore can't wait to get another dirty cock in his mouth" he sniggered.
By then I had little doubt that they were two perverts using the authority of their uniform to have a good time with the boys that hustled around the station, and probably with any other victims they could find. I also had little doubt that my chances of finding any sympathy from them to my predicament were, at best, remote. Still, I figured I didn't have much to loose in trying to appeal to their mercy. "Please, Sirs, I'm only twelve, these men made me do it, I swear. I was already raped at school and now I was raped here and I can't take it anymore, I just can't! Please let me go, please!"
For a moment, my desperate pleas made them silent, giving me, for a split-second, the hope that they might actually pity themselves of me. My foolish illusion was quickly dispelled when the two men suddenly burst out laughing. "At school as well?! You really are one cock-hungry little slut, boy" the corporal exclaimed between rolls of laughter. The older sergeant, laughing heartily as well, pitched in, "Do you go to the church school up the avenue? I bet this fat girly arse is very popular in that boys-only school". "They made me do it too. I didn't want to. Please believe me!" I replied.
"Those teen cocks didn't satisfy your hunger so you decided to see if these old perverts could do it for you. You're nothing but a slutty little tease, aren't you?" the corporal asked when he finally stopped laughing. I didn't imagine that my situation could possibly get any more embarrassing, but I felt myself blush purple when the younger officer's words painfully reminded me that I had actually come into this horrid place on my own, driven by the burning itch of lust that Thunder had so cruelly planted deep inside me.
"And it's not just the boys... the janitor raped me too". I was now blabbering between deep sobs, not even realising my laments only increased their amusement. They both laughed again when I said this. "I wouldn't imagine Thunder passing out on a hot pussy like yours, boy. I'm sure he had his eye on you from the start", the sergeant said, ostensibly rubbing the crotch of his gray uniform trousers with one hand, as the other moved back to groping my bubble-cheeks.
The corporal had finally let go of my arm, but his hands now started cupping the fleshy mounds of my chest. "He's got lovely tits too, Sergeant" he stated admiringly. His fingers discovered my protruding nipples and pinched them hard, making my young body squirm in a mix of pain and pleasure. I let out a long moan. "And he likes them played rough", the older man added.
Then, turning to me, the sergeant held me by the hair, his face so close to mine that the stench of cigarettes and brandy on his breath made me nauseous. "Here's the deal, bitch: you play along nicely like a good girl, and we'll let you go when we're through; you give us any trouble, and we'll make you do it anyway, then take you down to the Post, book you for homosexual acts [it still remained as a crime in the Portuguese Penal Code until 1982] indecent exposure, prostitution and anything else we can think of. We'll make sure your parents learn of every nasty detail of your adventures here, and as a bonus we'll probably lock you up for the night in nothing but your sneakers in the male holding cell and let all the human litter we pick up off the streets have fun with you. Your choice..."
I sobbed, with tears hardly letting me speak. I didn't have much choice. "Please, Sir, please don't take me in. I'll be good... I'll be a good... girl... for you". My unhesitating plea of surrender made them both laugh again. "That's a smart decision, fag" the sergeant said with chuckle.
"Well, Corporal", he went on, "it's time to find out how good a whore this bitch really is. Close the door and make sure we are not disturbed". Showing that he was already perfectly familiar with the place, the corporal opened a broom closet behind the door and produced a rusty "cleaning in progress" sign that he placed outside before closing the door.
"That will take care of it", the younger man said as he walked back towards us, already unbuckling his uniform trousers. I also heard the clinking of the sergeant's belt and the crisp sound of his metal zipper running down, two sounds that had now become painfully familiar to me.
Next, the sergeant pushed me down, making me get on my knees once again, with his crotch in my face. "Take your prize out, you lucky bitch", he ordered. I fished his cock out of his white briefs. He had a stubby, uncut cock, not longer than 15 cm [6"] but much thicker than any normal penis. Both by its length and width, it was exactly shaped like a beer-can.
I stroked it a few times in my small hand and my fingers couldn't even fully encircle it. The fat, hairy sergeant moaned contentedly and almost at once a big pearly drop of precum started to form on the tip of the fat, bulbous knob. I knew it would be a challenge to suck this massively thick cock, but most of all I shivered at the thought of the pain it would be giving me as it over-stretched my already sore sphincter.
The corporal now had his hard cock out of his open trousers as well. It was much longer, 20 cm [8"] at least, also uncut. Nevertheless, I was relieved to see that it was relatively thin - half as fat as his partner's - which would make it much easier for me to endure its assault, both in my throat or in my arse.
Pulling rank, the sergeant directed his thick cock to my mouth. I dutifully stretched my jaw, trying my best to cover my teeth with my lips, as I had learned to do. "Good bitch. I see you're well trained already" he laughed. As he forcefully pushed his cock in I almost dislocated my jaw, but I managed to take it. He immediately started to hump my face roughly, burying my nose in the hairy mound of fat above his cock, my head pressing under his hanging belly.
He didn't use my mouth for long. Oral sex was obviously not the best way to please his bulky phallus. Even so, the sharp, nauseating taste of his over-abundant precum had already filled my mouth when he pulled off and commanded me to lean over the washing basin and stick my arse out for him.
In this position I was facing the mirror above the basin, seeing my own reflection and his moustached face right behind me. I could see my lips swollen from all the cocksucking and remnants of dried cum still on my face and hair, having escaped my quick attempt to wash myself after the corporal had dragged me out of the stall. Thunder had fucked me in this very same position when he took my virginity (#10). I couldn't help thinking of how much lower I had descended in less than two weeks, since that fatidic afternoon when my virgin 12-year-old arse had been irreversibly raped into a slutty cunthole.
The sergeant was short enough to be able to fuck me without having to bend down too much. He knew his cock was thicker than most, and he knew it hurt. He obviously liked that, almost as much as he loved the tight, moisty grip of a boy's arse around his fist-thick cock. I am sure many boys before me had had to endure his cruel battering, and many would have to put up with it in the future. At first, he just rammed his cock in and out, laughing at how my cum-stuffed rectum regurgitated discarded semen every time he pulled away from the loose, gaping hole.
Not satisfied with the pain his fat cock caused me as it stretched my agonisingly swollen anus, he accompanied it with viciously hard slaps on my wiggling cheeks. He made me scream every time his heavy hands slammed hard against my tender cheeks, adding stinging bright-red imprints to the dark welts from Thunder's heavy belting. Every fierce blow came with a dirty word, to make sure I knew the reason for my punishment: "faggot!", "whore!", "bitch!", "slut!", "tramp!", "queer!", "cunt!", "tramp!"...
Next to us, the young corporal waited his turn, jerking his long cock, enjoying the sight of his sergeant raping the little whore he had so fortunately run into that evening. He even encouraged his superior with plenty of dirty talking of his own. "Rape his bitch cunt, Sarge. Punish the faggot pervert the way he deserves. Show the little sissy how to give his pussyhole to a real man. Make him scream like a girl."
All along, I could see on the mirror my own expression of agony as I squirmed helplessly under the sergeant's brutality, and his face of sadistic animal lust right behind me. He wasn't pumping in and out of my hole anymore. Instead, he was hammering my arse like a rabbit, slamming my pelvis against the hard edge of the washing basin.
The corporal had his shirt open, showing off his strong hairy chest. He kept jerking his long 20 cm [8"] cock and screaming in my ears. "I'm next, bitch. Just let old Sarge here dump his load in your faggot pussy and I'll be taking care of you right away. If you think he bangs you hard, you don't know what's coming, cunt. I love to show little faggots like you what they're good for. Punish you little degenerates the way you deserve."
For my misery and the corporal's frustration, it seemed that the torture I was taking from the sergeant's massively thick cock would never end. I prayed that the sergeant wouldn't hold on for too long, but he was determined to enjoy the sloppy tightness of my pussy as long as he could, and he knew just how to control his cock.
As soon as he felt himself getting too close, he stopped his ruthless pounding and kept his cock still, buried deep inside me. "Work you cunt on my cock, faggot. I want you to suck it with your pussy like you do with your mouth!" he commanded. At first, I didn't understand what he wanted me to do, but he had an effective way of showing it to me: he slapped my cheeks even harder than he had been doing before, and with each cruel slap the pain made my arse contract around his mammoth tube of flesh, just as he wanted.
The sergeant repeated the procedure again and again, fucking me like an animal for some 5 to 10 minutes, then resting for 2 or 3 minutes before resuming the violent hammering.
At least now he stopped hitting me during the pounding, saving the vicious spanking for the moments he was giving his cock the necessary rest. That hardly compensated for the renewed stamina with which he fucked me after each of the pauses or for the brutality of the spanking during them.
I had learned my lesson now: as soon as he slowed down his pounding I frantically pressed my arse back against his crotch and started clenching my anus and rectum around his cock, and he evidently appreciated my effort. "Yes, that's it; work that faggot cunt on my cock! That's a first class pussy you got, bitch!, he screamed.
However, that didn't stop him from spanking me as hard as before. In fact, it got worse: by the third resting pause, instead of spanking me with his hand he began whipping me with his regulation belt, made of thick canvas studded with metal-ringed holes. He smacked the folded canvas strap sadistically all over my squirming fat cheeks or my round thighs, adding one viciously burning welt after another.
The younger officer eventually got tired of just watching and masturbating while he waited for the chance pound my arse-cunt. Instead, he decided to pull me aside from the washing basin and guided his leaking cock into my mouth. He pushed his shaft deep, eager to give my throat a demonstration of the brutal beating he was promising to my poor arse.
I gagged and choked a little at first, but I wanted to please him with my skills at deepthroating big cocks, in the hope that it would prevent him from hurting me more. It was torture to take his long cock all the way in my gorge, just as swollen and sore as my arse was, after hours of brutal mouth-raping. Yet it was far from being as big a challenge as choking down Thunder's massive shaft, as I had had to do just a couple of hours before. The corporal's shaft was some good two centimetres [one inch] thinner than the janitor's, and with some effort I managed to gag it all down without much strain, finally pressing my swollen lips against the base of his cock, my nose buried in his musky pubic hair.
At first, the younger of my rapists was obviously surprised at the relative ease with which I accepted his cock, and even moaned and cursed as the pleasurable tightness of my slimy throat enveloped his shaft. Unfortunately for me, he was also very annoyed and disappointed. For him, a good part of the fun of fucking a boy's face was the strain and distress his young victim went through, gagging and choking in agony and desperation, at the mercy of the sharp young corporal's brutal pleasure. In addition, he must've been acutely aware of the big difference in girth he had in comparison with his sergeant's massively thick phallus. In the end, the fact that I had managed to swallow his cock without too much distress only ended up provoking his sadistic nature. My efforts to please him as best I could completely backfired on me.
The corporal decided to reassert his authority over his little fat queer victim by holding his long cock buried in my gullet, choking my air supply. He yanked forcefully at my hair to keep my head firmly in place for his cock, until he could see the panic of near-asphyxiation in my eyes. Only then would he pull out, barely long enough for me to fill my lungs before he resumed his cruel torture. He savoured the delight of my cum-slick throat gagging around his cock, as I came close to choking on his shaft, but he enjoyed just as much the pain and distress he was putting me through.
To make it even worse, he made me pay for every second of air I was allowed to breathe by slapping my face either with his hand or with his hard shaft and calling me every filthy name he could think of. Now and then, he would hold his cock away from my drooling mouth for longer, making me beg anxiously for his cock, knowing that to be choking on it was the only way to stop his vicious slaps. He and the sergeant laughed cruelly at my whorish pleas for his cock as his hands kept hitting my blazing face on and on, until he was content with my humiliation and choked me again with his shaft.
When he wasn't slapping my face, his hands moved to my chest, kneading roughly on my fleshy mounds and pinching sadistically at my poor swollen nipples. He knew already how the nipple torture made my young body squirm with uncontrollable lust, and loved the way my pretty face contorted in anguished expressions of pain and shame. The sergeant also enjoyed the added enthusiasm with which my boy-cunt gripped the massive thickness of his cock, the vicious pain in my sensitive titties working even better than the hard sting of his belt.
I was now divided between the two brutal sadists, one raping my throat, torturing my nipples and slapping my face; the other ravaging my anal pussy and whipping my fat arse. I don't know how much more I would have been able to take, when at last the sergeant lost the battle with his own urge to empty his huge, hairy testicles.
The corporal was punishing my nipples harder than ever, with his cock chocking my frantic screams in my throat. Responding shamelessly to the younger officer's molestation of my protuberant nipples, my arse was already wriggling tightly around the sergeant's beer-can shaped cock as it pounded savagely into me.
The moment he stopped fucking me, signalling one of his usual pauses, I instinctively ground my arse against his crotch and clenched my strained arse-muscles around his thick cock, not waiting for the encouragement of his canvas belt.
Perhaps he paused a little too late, or he was indeed taken by surprise by the increased grip of my pussy. Instead of one more brutal whipping with his canvas belt, as I anticipated, he started screaming "STOP, YOU BITCH, STOP! STOP TEASING ME WITH YOUR CUNT! STOP!!!" and then he began slamming into me more violently than ever, roaring like a wild beast with each powerful spurt of semen that his throbbing cock spewed inside me. Furious for loosing his load before the moment he chose to, he whipped me angrily with his belt all along his orgasm.
In spite of the punishing spanking, I felt relieved that the sergeant had at last shot his nasty load inside me, adding his genes to all the cum I had already taken inside me that day. The corporal was just as happy as I was when he heard his partner's roars, knowing they finally signalled his chance to fuck my over-used pussy.
The younger officer pulled out of my convulsing gullet as soon as he realised that his big opportunity was finally arriving, this way dismissing any hope I might have of making him cum in my mouth and save my arse from the vicious battering he kept promising me. While his older partner was emptying his big hairy balls inside me, the corporal was slapping my face with his throbbing cock. "Take that nasty load, faggot! Feel that officer cum making you pregnant like a good little whore! I'm going to rape that faggot cunt next!" he screamed.