NookieStar presents: Thinking back #44Author: Alex, from PortugalAny feedback will be much appreciated.This story may have non-consensual sex between males. Don’t read it ifyou’re not legally allowed to or if it might disturb you.Part 44I’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 Maxleft. My eyelids were caked with dried cum, so I couldn’t see them, but itdidn’t really matter. They were just cocks I was forced to take inside me,enduring their brutal thrusts until the engorged piss-slits finally gushedout the foul male slime. For any of them, I was nothing but an availablecum-dump, a deepthroating mouth and a fat arse, a boy-pussy swollen andsloppy but still tight enough for their pleasure. Every time one of thememptied his balls, dumping his gooey semen inside me or on me, I wasscarcely allowed any rest before being forced to taste the cheesy tang ofanother cock pushed into my raw throat or to feel my sore rectum stuffedwith the next nick to be mercilessly rammed into me.My exhausted and abused body was desperately pleading for relief, but theirstrong hands easily subdued my early feeble attempts to escape themerciless abuse and compelled me to endure the degradation of beingpublicly defiled one stranger after another in a fetid public toilet.To wipe away any remnant of self-esteem I might still hold, and convincethem of my willing surrender to their lewd abuse, I even shook in thethrows of orgasm for two or even three times, reaching from inside theclimax that my throbbing, neglected little prick eagerly craved.It was already my second gang-fuck in a few hours, after Gil had publiclybranded me in the locker room as the school whore and offered me free ofcharge to all my prospective “customers”. In the meantime, Thunder, theschool janitor, had whipped my arse red with his belt, raped my throat andmy arse, and then still managed to leave me with an unfulfilled, insanelust that had dragged me again to this den of depravity at the stationtoilets.The day had started with my vain and hopeless rebellion against my fate ofwhoredom, and it was obvious it had only made it worse. Whoredom was in mygenes, and branded in my sensuously girly body. It was in my naturally redpursy lips. In my fleshy chest and jutting, sensitive nipples. In my widefeminine hips. In my ample round arse, with my wiggling buttocks soperfectly smooth and pale. In my soft, plump legs. And of course, in mynatural ability to take the most massive cocks into my flexible gorge or mydilated rectum, now converted into two slimy cunts for any man to getpleasure from. Or, perhaps more than anything else, in the way my pitifullittle prick signalled with its inappropriate erections my shamefulsubmission to the consecutive rapes I was put through.Perhaps more than a dozen anonymous men had their way with me, using mymouth or my arse, that stinking toilet stall. Most of them did not takelong to cum, though. Having been watching other men defiling my sensuousyoung body while they waited in line, most of them were already close toexploding when they got their turn. That, as I had already discoveredbefore, was a small blessing I should be grateful for every time I wasforced to satisfy a whole line of horny males. Again and again, I hadaccepted meekly each fresh batch of male slime and dutifully opened mymouth or humped up my big slutty arse, submitting to the next cock, as theydemanded.On the back of my mind, I was aware of the sound of different voicesechoing in the toilet room, letting me know that there were still more menwaiting to come into the small, cramped stall and use me for theirpleasure, indifferent to whether I accepted them willingly or not.Even without mobile phones at the time, word seemed to have gotten outquickly that a cock-hungry little slut was there for the take. Everypervert that frequented the reeking male toilets of the station wasdetermined to take the opportunity to abuse my fat round arse and my deepjuicy throat for free. Most of them were used to pay for the favours of theboys that sold themselves around the station, and wouldn’t miss the chanceto enjoy the new little whore free of charge.In the midst of my predicament, the dirty jokes and obscene comments aboutme that the men exchanged between themselves still managed to make meexcruciatingly aware of my humiliation. “Take those big cocks, bitch!”,”Fuck him harder! The little whore loves to take it rough!”, “He’s a realnatural, takes a cock down his throat like an old street whore!”, “Look howhard his little prick is, he really loves it rough and hard!”, “I bet thisbitch would love to meet my Rottweiller!”, “No, you’d need a donkey tosatisfy 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 hearda commotion outside the stall, then suddenly the raucous died out as themen all seemed to run out the door.Just then, a strong, loud voice blasted over the grunts of my last twofuckers: “Get lost, you dirty perverts! This little whore is closing forbusiness!”Ignoring the imposing command, the man fucking my face shot his load deepin my sore throat, adding his rich seed to the multiple loads of teenageand 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 slimythroat.The next cock I already anticipated never came. In fact, the man behind mesuddenly halted the vigorous pounding he was giving to my battered hole andI felt his cock yanked out of me. He grumbled, but somehow didn’t dareprotest for being deprived of the juicy tightness of my boy-cunt.Before I could figure out what was happening, a strong hand grabbed me the arm and pulled me to my feet. As I tried to steady myself, every musclein my body was screaming in pain. Now that the sexual frenzy was suddenlyover, the physical exertion I had been submitted was even more acute. I hadto cling to to my saviour’s strong, hairy arm to avoid slumping back downto the slippery floor of the stall.I was intensely aware of how loose and sloppy my anal cunt was. It throbbedpainfully as I tried to clench my sphincter shut and stop the flow of slimethat dripped incessantly down my smooth thighs, reaching down to my knees.Without much consideration for my poor condition, he dragged me across theroom and held my face under a tap. I rinsed my cum-plastered face in thecold water and was finally able to open my eyes. Looking up, I realised theman – tall, slim but muscular, in his late 20s – was wearing the uniform(gray and green at the time) of the National Guard, the Portugueseterritorial police, with the riding boots they often still wear on roadpatrols and the flannel riding trousers to match them. Instinctively, Ishivered in fright, wondering what kind of mess I was getting into now.With the feared presence of the National Guard, the toilet was nowdeserted, but just then a second uniformed officer came through the doorand started laughing at the sight of his partner holding a plumptwelve-year-old, naked except for my sneakers, dirty all over from beingdragged 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 overhangingpotbelly and thick black moustache. He walked slowly up to us, looked me upand 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 thanthe skinny boy-whores we usually pick up in this stinking hole.” At thesame time, he bent down and groped my plump arse. His harsh hand ran overmy smooth buttocks, gently at first, then his fingers pinched painfullyinto my tender flesh and he let out a luscious grunt. I yelped in pain, butwas too scared to protest.”That’s for sure, Sergeant” the Corporal replied, “and this fat bitch is atotal slut too: I caught him on his hands and knees in one of the stallsgetting fucked in his mouth and arse. the look of it, he had servicedquite a few cocks already, and the place was still full of perverts readyto use him next.”The Sergeant laughed at the vivid description of my total debasement. “Isthat so” he mused, as his fingers moved from my cheeks into my deeparse-crack and pressed against my swollen anus. “Well, his cunt hasdefinitely been used hard, no doubt about it” he apraised, feeling theprotruding pussy-lips of my gang-raped arse.For a moment, he just sensed the blazing exterior of my abusedboy-cunt. Then he rolled two fingers in the male slime that kept leakingabundantly through my open anus and slid them past my pouching arse-lips.My loose sphincter didn’t offer much resistance, but the rough contact withmy raw arse-lips made me scream in pain again, louder this time. I tried towriggle myself free and managed to pull away from the invading fingers, butthe corporal clenched his grip on my arm and pulled me back. Before I knewwhat was happening, the sergeant back-handed me right across myface. “You’re not going anywhere for now, faggot” he yelled. “You’d betterstay 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 struggleanymore, the younger officer slapped me hard several times more, leaving myface stinging painfully on both sides. Hurt and petrified his violentoutburst, I nodded submissively, snorting my tears.Having learned my lesson, I tried to stay still as the older man’s handwent back to my arse-crack. This time – maybe as an additional punishmentfor my insubordination – he jabbed three fingers into me, forcing them asdeep as he could into the slimy heat of my rectum. I tried to stifleanother scream as he proceeded to finger me roughly. Tears of pain and fearwere already running down my face.I sighed in relief as I finally felt the sergeant’s ravaging fingerssliding out of me. “He has definitely been fucked a lot lately, but he’sstill tighter than many of the other faggot whores we get to fuck aroundhere”, he expertly appraised.He looked at his fingers, dripping with cum and arse-juice, wondering for amoment what to do with them. “Open your filthy cocksucker mouth, bitch” hecommanded, and then forced me to suck off the disgusting slime. He rolledthe 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 mouthplayfully, laughing as I dutifully sucked on them as if I was pleasing onemore cock. “This nasty whore can’t wait to get another dirty cock in hismouth” he sniggered. then I had little doubt that they were two perverts using the authorityof their uniform to have a good time with the boys that hustled around thestation, and probably with any other victims they could find. I also hadlittle doubt that my chances of finding any sympathy from them to mypredicament were, at best, remote. Still, I figured I didn’t have much toloose 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 Iwas 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 asplit-second, the hope that they might actually pity themselves of me. Myfoolish illusion was quickly dispelled when the two men suddenly burst outlaughing. “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 upthe avenue? I bet this fat girly arse is very popular in that boys-onlyschool”. “They made me do it too. I didn’t want to. Please believe me!” Ireplied.”Those teen cocks didn’t satisfy your hunger so you decided to see if theseold 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’timagine that my situation could possibly get any more embarrassing, but Ifelt myself blush purple when the younger officer’s words painfullyreminded me that I had actually come into this horrid place on my own,driven the burning itch of lust that Thunder had so cruelly planted deepinside me.”And it’s not just the boys… the janitor raped me too”. I was nowblabbering between deep sobs, not even realising my laments only increasedtheir amusement. They both laughed again when I said this. “I wouldn’timagine Thunder passing out on a hot pussy like yours, boy. I’m sure he hadhis eye on you from the start”, the sergeant said, ostensibly rubbing thecrotch of his gray uniform trousers with one hand, as the other moved backto groping my bubble-cheeks.The corporal had finally let go of my arm, but his hands now startedcupping the fleshy mounds of my chest. “He’s got lovely tits too, Sergeant”he stated admiringly. His fingers discovered my protruding nipples andpinched them hard, making my young body squirm in a mix of pain andpleasure. I let out a long moan. “And he likes them played rough”, theolder man added.Then, turning to me, the sergeant held me the hair, his face so close tomine that the stench of cigarettes and brandy on his breath made menauseous. “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’llmake you do it anyway, then take you down to the Post, book you forhomosexual acts [it still remained as a crime in the Portuguese Penal Codeuntil 1982] indecent exposure, prostitution and anything else we can thinkof. We’ll make sure your parents learn of every nasty detail of youradventures here, and as a bonus we’ll probably lock you up for the night innothing but your sneakers in the male holding cell and let all the humanlitter we pick up off the streets have fun with you. Your choice…”I sobbed, with tears hardly letting me speak. I didn’t have muchchoice. “Please, Sir, please don’t take me in. I’ll be good… I’ll be agood… girl… for you”. My unhesitating plea of surrender made them bothlaugh 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 thisbitch really is. Close the door and make sure we are notdisturbed”. 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 towardsus, already unbuckling his uniform trousers. I also heard the clinking ofthe 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”, heordered. I fished his cock out of his white briefs. He had a stub, uncutcock, not longer than 15 cm [6"] but much thicker than any normalpenis. Both 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 evenfully encircle it. The fat, hairy sergeant moaned contentedly and almost atonce 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 thickcock, but most of all I shivered at the thought of the pain it would begiving me as it over-stretched my already sore sphincter.The corporal now had his hard cock out of his open trousers as well. It wasmuch longer, 20 cm [8"] at least, also uncut. Nevertheless, I was relievedto see that it was relatively thin – half as fat as his partner’s – whichwould make it much easier for me to endure its assault, both in my throator in my arse.Pulling rank, the sergeant directed his thick cock to my mouth. I dutifullystretched my jaw, trying my best to cover my teeth with my lips, as I hadlearned to do. “Good bitch. I see you’re well trained already” helaughed. 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 pressingunder his hanging belly.He didn’t use my mouth for long. Oral sex was obviously not the best way toplease his bulky phallus. Even so, the sharp, nauseating taste of hisover-abundant precum had already filled my mouth when he pulled off andcommanded 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 ownreflection and his moustached face right behind me. I could see my lipsswollen from all the cocksucking and remnants of dried cum still on my faceand hair, having escaped my quick attempt to wash myself after the corporalhad dragged me out of the stall. Thunder had fucked me in this very sameposition when he took my virginity (#10). I couldn’t help thinking of howmuch lower I had descended in less than two weeks, since that fatidicafternoon when my virgin 12-year-old arse had been irreversibly raped intoa slutty cunthole.The sergeant was short enough to be able to fuck me without having to benddown too much. He knew his cock was thicker than most, and he knew ithurt. He obviously liked that, almost as much as he loved the tight, moistygrip of a boy’s arse around his fist-thick cock. I am sure many boys beforeme had had to endure his cruel battering, and many would have to put upwith it in the future. At first, he just rammed his cock in and out,laughing at how my cum-stuffed rectum regurgitated discarded semen everytime he pulled away from the loose, gaping hole.Not satisfied with the pain his fat cock caused me as it stretched myagonisingly swollen anus, he accompanied it with viciously hard slaps on mywiggling cheeks. He made me scream every time his heavy hands slammed hardagainst my tender cheeks, adding stinging bright-red imprints to the darkwelts from Thunder’s heavy belting. Every fierce blow came with a dirtyword, 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 sofortunately run into that evening. He even encouraged his superior withplenty of dirty talking of his own. “Rape his bitch cunt, Sarge. Punish thefaggot pervert the way he deserves. Show the little sissy how to give hispussyhole to a real man. Make him scream like a girl.”All along, I could see on the mirror my own expression of agony as Isquirmed helplessly under the sergeant’s brutality, and his face ofsadistic animal lust right behind me. He wasn’t pumping in and out of myhole anymore. Instead, he was hammering my arse like a rabbit, slamming mypelvis against the hard edge of the washing basin.The corporal had his shirt open, showing off his strong hairy chest. Hekept 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’llbe taking care of you right away. If you think he bangs you hard, you don’tknow what’s coming, cunt. I love to show little faggots like you whatthey’re good for. Punish you little degenerates the way you deserve.”For my misery and the corporal’s frustration, it seemed that the torture Iwas taking from the sergeant’s massively thick cock would never end. Iprayed that the sergeant wouldn’t hold on for too long, but he wasdetermined 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 ruthlesspounding and kept his cock still, buried deep inside me. “Work you cunt onmy cock, faggot. I want you to suck it with your pussy like you do withyour mouth!” he commanded. At first, I didn’t understand what he wanted meto do, but he had an effective way of showing it to me: he slapped mycheeks even harder than he had been doing before, and with each cruel slapthe pain made my arse contract around his mammoth tube of flesh, just as hewanted.The sergeant repeated the procedure again and again, fucking me like ananimal for some 5 to 10 minutes, then resting for 2 or 3 minutes beforeresuming the violent hammering.At least now he stopped hitting me during the pounding, saving the viciousspanking for the moments he was giving his cock the necessary rest. Thathardly compensated for the renewed stamina with which he fucked me aftereach 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 Ifrantically pressed my arse back against his crotch and started clenchingmy anus and rectum around his cock, and he evidently appreciated myeffort. “Yes, that’s it; work that faggot cunt on my cock! That’s a firstclass pussy you got, bitch!, he screamed.However, that didn’t stop him from spanking me as hard as before. In fact,it got worse: the third resting pause, instead of spanking me with hishand he began whipping me with his regulation belt, made of thick canvasstudded with metal-ringed holes. He smacked the folded canvas strapsadistically all over my squirming fat cheeks or my round thighs, addingone viciously burning welt after another.The younger officer eventually got tired of just watching and masturbatingwhile he waited for the chance pound my arse-cunt. Instead, he decided topull me aside from the washing basin and guided his leaking cock into mymouth. He pushed his shaft deep, eager to give my throat a demonstration ofthe brutal beating he was promising to my poor arse.I gagged and choked a little at first, but I wanted to please him with myskills at deepthroating big cocks, in the hope that it would prevent himfrom hurting me more. It was torture to take his long cock all the way inmy gorge, just as swollen and sore as my arse was, after hours of brutalmouth-raping. Yet it was far from being as big a challenge as choking downThunder’s massive shaft, as I had had to do just a couple of hoursbefore. 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 alldown without much strain, finally pressing my swollen lips against the baseof his cock, my nose buried in his musky pubic hair.At first, the younger of my rapists was obviously surprised at the relativeease with which I accepted his cock, and even moaned and cursed as thepleasurable tightness of my slimy throat enveloped his shaft. Unfortunatelyfor me, he was also very annoyed and disappointed. For him, a good part ofthe fun of fucking a boy’s face was the strain and distress his youngvictim went through, gagging and choking in agony and desperation, at themercy of the sharp young corporal’s brutal pleasure. In addition, hemust’ve been acutely aware of the big difference in girth he had incomparison with his sergeant’s massively thick phallus. In the end, thefact that I had managed to swallow his cock without too much distress onlyended up provoking his sadistic nature. My efforts to please him as best Icould completely backfired on me.The corporal decided to reassert his authority over his little fat queervictim holding his long cock buried in my gullet, choking my airsupply. He yanked forcefully at my hair to keep my head firmly in place forhis cock, until he could see the panic of near-asphyxiation in myeyes. Only then would he pull out, barely long enough for me to fill mylungs before he resumed his cruel torture. He savoured the delight of mycum-slick throat gagging around his cock, as I came close to choking on hisshaft, but he enjoyed just as much the pain and distress he was putting methrough.To make it even worse, he made me pay for every second of air I was allowedto breathe slapping my face either with his hand or with his hard shaftand calling me every filthy name he could think of. Now and then, he wouldhold his cock away from my drooling mouth for longer, making me beganxiously for his cock, knowing that to be choking on it was the only wayto stop his vicious slaps. He and the sergeant laughed cruelly at mywhorish pleas for his cock as his hands kept hitting my blazing face on andon, until he was content with my humiliation and choked me again with hisshaft.When he wasn’t slapping my face, his hands moved to my chest, kneadingroughly on my fleshy mounds and pinching sadistically at my poor swollennipples. He knew already how the nipple torture made my young body squirmwith uncontrollable lust, and loved the way my pretty face contorted inanguished expressions of pain and shame. The sergeant also enjoyed theadded enthusiasm with which my boy-cunt gripped the massive thickness ofhis cock, the vicious pain in my sensitive titties working even better thanthe 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 pussyand whipping my fat arse. I don’t know how much more I would have been ableto take, when at last the sergeant lost the battle with his own urge toempty his huge, hairy testicles.The corporal was punishing my nipples harder than ever, with his cockchocking my frantic screams in my throat. Responding shamelessly to theyounger officer’s molestation of my protuberant nipples, my arse wasalready wriggling tightly around the sergeant’s beer-can shaped cock as itpounded savagely into me.The moment he stopped fucking me, signalling one of his usual pauses, Iinstinctively ground my arse against his crotch and clenched my strainedarse-muscles around his thick cock, not waiting for the encouragement ofhis canvas belt.Perhaps he paused a little too late, or he was indeed taken surprise the increased grip of my pussy. Instead of one more brutal whipping withhis canvas belt, as I anticipated, he started screaming “STOP, YOU BITCH,STOP! STOP TEASING ME WITH YOUR CUNT! STOP!!!” and then he began slamminginto me more violently than ever, roaring like a wild beast with eachpowerful spurt of semen that his throbbing cock spewed inside me. Furiousfor loosing his load before the moment he chose to, he whipped me angrilywith his belt all along his orgasm.In spite of the punishing spanking, I felt relieved that the sergeant hadat last shot his nasty load inside me, adding his genes to all the cum Ihad already taken inside me that day. The corporal was just as happy as Iwas when he heard his partner’s roars, knowing they finally signalled hischance to fuck my over-used pussy.The younger officer pulled out of my convulsing gullet as soon as herealised that his big opportunity was finally arriving, this way dismissingany hope I might have of making him cum in my mouth and save my arse fromthe vicious battering he kept promising me. While his older partner wasemptying his big hairy balls inside me, the corporal was slapping my facewith his throbbing cock. “Take that nasty load, faggot! Feel that officercum making you pregnant like a good little whore! I’m going to rape thatfaggot cunt next!” he screamed.