This is a work of fiction, with same-sex sex scenes, and intended for an adult audience. The action takes place in the 70s, before AIDS, COVID, and the cell phone. The author owns the copyright to this and all other chapters of the story.
This story was previously published in the High School section but has been edited for the Authoritarian section. With my American reader's help, the text was shortened, some characters disappeared, and aspects of D/s were reinforced.
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--------------------------------- MAKING-ME-THEIR-LITTLE-BITCH - 13
I was still worried when I left Paulo's place that he would tell his friends all that he knew. He had not backed down from his threat to tell everyone, and worse, to offer me to his pals for sexual services. Ygor had been the first on his list of buddies, according to Paulo.
I was already walking down the street when I decided to return to Paulo and beg him not to tell anyone else. Upon entering his house, I noticed he was drinking beer and talking to Ygor. They both appeared to be in great spirits. When I interrupted, Paulo turned to face me and said, "Hey, can't you see that I'm talking to my buddy?"
I persisted, stating that it was crucial to me. "Not now!" He snapped, stopping me with an outstretched hand sign.
I knew I needed to get out of there before Paulo's anger returned, but I hesitated. It was critical that I speak to him.
He was sitting in an armchair with his legs spread, wearing the same tight, white briefs he wore when he met me at his front door. His cock seemed to rest on his left thigh. I could see its shape under the fabric, as well as his balls. Even soft, it was a pretty dick.
"Hey, cocksucker! Stop looking at my cock!" He said with rising laughter.
Ygor also laughed and then told me in a temporizing tone, "You better leave now Leo. Paulo will talk to you later."
"Yeah, beat it, faggot," Paulo chuckled. "When I need your services, I'll call you."
Embarrassed, I left taking my doubts with me.
As I walked down the sidewalk to my house, I was again concerned about my gait. If anyone saw me at that moment, would they realize that I had been fucked by Ygor a few minutes before? With abandon?
While fucking me, Ygor had been cautious at first, but only for a short time. He ditched all decorum after penetrating me and his wild nature took over. I remembered his muscular arms crushing my body, his stubble on my shoulder, and his massive dick pummeling my ass. He was driven only by his lust for my ass.
As I thought about it, I was reminded of the pool party and the effect my ass had had on Paulo, Nico, and Paco. They all had mentioned it in some way. Ygor was the fourth person to tell me that my gyrations on the dance floor had caught his attention. He added that Jere had noticed as well.
I heard someone shout my name. Right now?! Just when I might be walking differently, like someone who had been fucked? I looked back. Speak of the devil...
"You're walking strangely," Ygor told me, as he approached me.
"Oh no! Did you see something different?! What did you see?!" I asked, terrified.
"I don't know... Have you just been cornholed by a big and thick cock?"
"Is it true?!" I exclaimed, more terrified.
"Just kidding!" He said, laughing at me. "There's nothing different about your walk. Relax, Leo. You always look tense," he paused, "except when you're a tease."
"Of course I'm tense," I reacted. "I think you would be in my situation too, Ygor. My best friend is pissed at me and threatening to tell everyone I sucked his dick," I said quietly.
He squeezed my neck in a friendly way, and I looked at him. He turned his head toward me, stared, smiled with an intimate half smile, and said, "Don't worry about Paulo. I talked to him, and he promised me he won't tell anyone."
In the late afternoon sunlight, the freckles on his face looked more visible and his hair redder. He had full lips, light brown eyes, and a certain lustful flesh that showed in his square jaw, thick neck, and broad chest.
"Are you sure about this?" I said, heartened by what he had just said and by his smile.
"Yeah, trust me, Leo," he assured me, squeezing my neck a little tighter with his big, rough hand before releasing it.
"That's good to hear. I don't understand why Paulo is so upset with me."
"Give him a break," Ygor said. "You must admit that you caught him off guard. Things between the two of you changed quickly, but I believe he will adjust. "
"I know Paulo, and I know he's a jerk, but right now I hope I can believe you," I said.
Then I paused for a moment and continued. "Hey Ygor, if you were in his shoes, would you want to tell your friends?"
He looked at me in disbelief, and said, "Me? I'll never tell. If I could, I wouldn't share you with anyone. I'd keep your fat ass all to myself."
I thought that was funny and gave him a light punch on the arm. He answered with a friendly smack on my buttocks.
I took a few steps ahead of him, moved my ass in a playful manner, and asked, "Do you like it?"
"Leo, you're a flirt! Please, don't do this to me," he said, throwing his body against mine and pushing me like he was going to grab me right there on the sidewalk.
"Stop it!" I yelled, laughing.
It was incredible how my mood changed from one minute to the next. Until Ygor arrived, I feared what might happen to me. Now, we were both giggling. That big, muscular, manly guy knew how to soothe and relax me.
After we walked a while longer, I saw that he was progressively pulling me out of the way to my house.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"All we need is a quiet place where we can relax and talk some more," he said.
As we grew close to our school, he took me in that direction. In the schoolyard, two football teams competed, but we headed the opposite way to a copse on top of some elevated terrain.
As we sat on the grass beneath the trees, I stated, "I'm not sure who I can trust anymore. I half-expected Paulo would abandon me once he learned what I was keeping from him, but I didn't expect him to humiliate me like he did today. He wasn't the first. Nico did too. "
Ygor looked at me with a faint, unfocused smile, brought his hand to my knee, massaged it lightly, and said, "Yeah, but everything has its bright side. From what I've heard, they both appreciate your skills."
"Ygor! That's not what I'm talking about right now," I replied, removing his hand from my knee. "I'm saying that I'm not sure who I can trust anymore. Can I trust you?"
"Why are you asking me that, Leo? I've given you proof that you can trust me," Ygor answered. "The proof is that I told you everything that happened at the party."
"You still haven't told me what happened after we left that bathroom," I replied right away.
"You have a lot of questions, and someone should give you the answers," he answered, a little irritated and turning to the side. "I just didn't want it to be me."
"You are the only person who can help me, Ygor," I said, taking his hand and bringing it back to my knee. "I know Paulo is hiding something from me, but I don't know how to find out."
He slipped his hand up my thigh, around my waist, and my lower back, and looked at me with a mix of seriousness and sensuality. He said, "Listen, Leo, I can tell you everything you need to know, or almost everything, but first I need to know something."
"What?"
"What am I going to get if I tell you everything I know?" He asked, trying to get his hand inside my shorts.
"Fuck Ygor, are you thinking about that again? I can't even sit up straight due to the damage your cock just did to my ass," I said, trying to push his hand away once more.
"Don't do this," he reacted. "Do you want to hear what I know or not?"
"But, Ygor..."
"It's not my fault, Leo. It's my johnson. He enjoyed it too much," he replied, squeezing his dick through the fabric of his shorts.
I suddenly realized I was being naive or foolish once again. I hadn't suspected until that moment that Ygor hadn't just happened to run into me on the street because we were both going in the same direction. He wasn't by my side to talk to or support me. He'd come to me with the intention of using me once more. When it came to his own lust, he was no different than Paulo or Nico. However, like Paco, he took a different approach to obtaining what he wanted.
"How about we discuss this later?" I proposed to him, hoping to take advantage of the situation. "You tell me first, and then we'll talk about your prize. What happened after Paulo found us in the bathroom?"
He quickly accepted my offer. He took his hand off my ass and started to say, "Well, at the end of the night, Paulo, Nico, Paco, and I sat by the pool to talk and drink. The girls were already gone, and you were sleeping on the sofa. Only a few of our other teammates remained."
Intrigued by what I had just heard, I asked for confirmation, "Paulo and Nico were together?"
"Yeah. Later I found out that Nico had gone to the party to ask Paulo to help him get back on the swim team," he replied.
"I thought Nico and Paulo were rivals, didn't like each other at all," I said.
"They've always been rivals," he agreed, before adding, "but have you ever heard of adversaries having a kind of admiration for each other? Nico and Paulo are that way. As I've already stated, we drank a few more before Paulo began telling the same old stories about girls making him horny but refusing to fuck. I'm sure you've heard them as well."
"Yeah," I confirmed.
"We were moaning about this fucking society where women can't have sex before marriage, about the lack of girls willing to suck our cocks, and suddenly we were talking about faggots. I don't know how that subject got into the conversation. Was it Paulo who brought it up? He might have been the one who said there were rumors about faggots that sucked better than girls. I don't know. I only know that, at this point, Nico's friend, Paco, mentioned it wasn't just a rumor. He had already been sucked by a faggot who was crazy about his cock. Paulo was very interested in Paco's story and regretted he didn't have a faggot to use. He said it would be great to have someone to suck his cock whenever he wanted. Hearing that, Nico challenged Paulo that he didn't have a faggot because he didn't want one."
I cast a surprised and questioning look at Ygor. He smiled and continued his narrative. "Paulo looked at Nico the same way you're looking at me right now. Nico continued that Paulo had a faggot at his side. `He could be sucking his cock right now', he added. And it was at this point, baby, that your name came up in the conversation."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing," I said feeling embarrassed. "Was it Nico who told Paulo about me?"
"Yeah. The four of us were already drunk and laughing a lot. Paulo said that Nico was wrong, that you weren't a faggot. Nico said he could prove what he was saying. `Give me a chance, and I'll give you back a faggot, eager to suck your dick, but only if you help me get back on the swim team.' That's when Nico proposed his deal."
"Shit!! Is that how it came about?" I asked.
"Yeah. You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours," Ygor replied. "Paulo perked up with the idea of a mouth always available to suck his cock, even if it was the mouth of his best sidekick, and Nico needed to get back on the swim team. So, they made the deal. If Nico did what he promised, Paulo would put all his efforts into persuading his father to let Nico back on the swim team."
"How about you? Did you just listen?"
"Yeah. I had an instant boner when I heard your name because of what had happened in the bathroom earlier. But I kept it covered and didn't say anything. Paulo and Nico looked at me and said I would be their witness to their agreement. I simply nodded, indicating that I accepted my role."
"Fucking hell! Now I understand everything," I said.
"The two also agreed that Nico couldn't force you to do anything," Ygor added. "You would have to want to do it."
I didn't know what to say. My heart pounded from these revelations. Then it occurred to me that I needed to ask Ygor more questions.
"When did you tell Paulo what had happened between the two of us in the bathroom?" I asked.
He responded, "I told him right after that talk with Nico and Paco by the pool. When we were alone, I suggested to Paulo that Nico might be correct. He stated categorically that Nico was wrong. He argued that if you were a faggot, he would have seen it or you would have told him. He also admitted that he'd taken the bet solely to watch Nico fail. He wanted Nico back on the swim team and was willing to assist him, but it would be more fun if he showed up humiliated for not proving what he had sworn was true. At that point, I told him what had happened in the bathroom. I told him you offered your ass to me like you wanted to get railed. Paulo laughed and claimed you were drunk and didn't know what you were doing. He told me that Nico and I were both mistaken."
Hearing that, I partly understood the reason for Paulo's anger. He had bet that I didn't like dicks and he had lost the bet.
"What did you do then?" I asked Ygor.
"I proposed to Paulo the following, if Nico was correct and you were what he said you were, Paulo would give me a second chance with you."
"That's why he invited you to his house today, isn't it?"
"Yeah, he did what he promised. He even remembered your red bathing suit from the party," he replied, and smiled.
I should have been pissed at Ygor for being a part of all this, but I thanked him for telling me. "You told me things no one else has," I admitted.
He smiled, stuck out his tongue and flicked it in a playful and sexy way. He resumed touching my thigh, perhaps thinking it was time for him to be repaid. I let him caress me for a moment and, after looking around to see if no one was watching us, I gently brushed his cock with the back of my hand.
The snake was on his way up. I thought it was the right time for a new question. "I need to better understand the deal between Nico and Paulo," I said, restarting the conversation.
"What don't you don't get?" Ygor asked, disappointed.
"As I understand it from the conversation between you and Paulo in his room, Paulo shouldn't have touched me today. He can only do this after fulfilling his part of the deal. Right?"
Ygor corroborated what I was saying, adding that Paulo could only touch me when Nico's return to the swim team was certain. "That was his part of the deal. Nico, on the other hand, would back away as soon as it became evident that you were... You know... That you love cock," he said with a devilish grin.
"Okay, Ygor, I get it! Nico would leave, and Paulo would take control of the situation."
"Yeah, I think that was it," Ygor continued to explain to me. "Things didn't happen, however, as they planned. Paulo thought it would be easy to convince his father. He believed everything would be fixed in a few days. So far, however, his father has not made up his mind. Paulo shortened his vacation because of that. He wants to please his father. That's why we're both making small repairs to the house."
"Now I understand Paulo's early return," I said.
"Yeah, but it all still feels confusing," said Ygor thoughtfully. "Look, it wasn't just Paulo who didn't do what he agreed to. Nico should have left a lot quicker after he'd fucked you. He didn't leave."
"You're right. He kept after me. Why?"
"I don't know, Leo. I get the impression Nico and Paulo are fighting over you," he said.
"Over me?" I asked, surprised, incredulous, and a little flattered.
"Yeah, Leo. Over you, or over your ass," Ygor replied. "And you know what? I don't like it. This fight isn't good for them or for the team. Our top stars shouldn't be fighting over a piece of ass when we need to work together.
"Hey, you're talking about my ass," I reacted, regretting it right away.
"Sorry, Leo. That's not fair. Your ass isn't just a piece of ass, it's a fine piece of ass! I haven't gotten it out of my head since that day at Jere's house," he said, with that smirk of his, and reached for my ass once more. "What I mean is that it will be better for everyone if they come to an agreement before the team starts training again, and before things spiral out of control. This year I want to see my photo on the school wall's Gallery of Heroes."
Ygor was referring to the photo gallery that was right at the entrance to our school. Everyone who brought glory to the institution, individually or as a group, won the privilege to have his picture there.
I didn't say anything for a while. The puzzle pieces were starting to click together.
"And now, Ygor?" I asked, turning to him. "Why are you helping Paulo?"
"Because he's my friend, and because I'm interested in your ass," he replied.
I again looked around to see if no one was watching us, and discreetly squeezed his dick. The snake became even bigger as a result. I could feel his girth and length through the fabric.
Ygor put his hand over mine and moved it as if he wanted me to jerk him off right there.
"Fuck, Leo!" he whispered. "I have a hard-on."
"I think we'd better stop here," I said.
He flexed his cock, making it jump in my hand, and asked softly, "You're teasing me all the time. Do you wanna see it again?"
I replied that this was not the best place to do that. It was now his turn to look around. After making sure no one was nearby, he pulled back the hem of his shorts and showed me his huge tool.
"I shoved all of this into your tight hole," he told me in a whisper, with a childlike air of wonder, as if celebrating something.
"Put that away before anyone sees it," I said.
"You're going to have to solve this problem," he stated, stroking his tool. "I'm like this because of you."
"Ygor, put it inside your shorts," I urged.
Annoyed, he slowly stuffed it back into his shorts, and told me that he expected a reward for what he had just told me. He had taken a risk, he added, because Paulo might find out and be angry with him, and he's still the coach's son.
That was a difficult choice to make. I was grateful since he had shared everything he knew with me, and I was just as excited by seeing what I was seeing as he was. On the other hand, I realized it was too dangerous. We were out in the open.
For a few minutes, Ygor looked to the side and remained silent. I assumed he was looking for something else to talk about, but he quickly returned to the same topic. "I understand if you don't want to be fucked in the ass right now," he explained, "but you could suck my cock before we leave."
"Are you serious?! Out here? Now?"
"Yeah," he said, pulling his tool out of his shorts once more, shamelessly.
"Someone could see us, Ygor!"
"The football game is over, and everyone's gone," he said, jabbing his monster in my direction. "There's no one else around. Just the two of us."
"Ygor..."
"C'mon, Leo. It will be fun doing it outside. It's getting dark. No one will see."
"No, Ygor. It's not safe."
"Stop pretending, Leo," he said with a little bit more aggressiveness. "Look at the wet spot on your shorts."
"I think it's time to go, Ygor."
"Don't you dare leave!"
"But..."
"You promised me a reward," Ygor said firmly.
"No. I just said I would think about it."
"Grab my cock, Leo! Take it!" He said, in a voice that was becoming more commanding.
I reached down and slid my hand around his tool. Its heat radiated through my entire body. He was right. I wanted it. I couldn't resist.
I started to move my hand up and down, feeling the softness of the skin that covered his manhood. All Ygor's strength and power were concentrated there.
"Yeah! Feel it in your hand. I know you want to feel it in your mouth too. Go ahead, Leo. Make me happy."
The idea of serving and making my man happy turned me on too much. Suddenly, that was all I wanted.
With his hand on my neck, Ygor pulled my head towards his dick and said, "Stick your tongue out and lick it."
His precum flavor spread across my tongue, and the manly scent of his groin invaded my nose. It was impossible to resist him. After a few more licks, I opened my mouth, swallowed the head, and started sucking.
Ygor bent his mouth as near to my ear as he could and said, "That's it! Let it fill your mouth."
In a few minutes, his cockhead hit the back of my throat and my nose sank into the bush of red hair that crowned his cock. He forced my mouth down harder, saying, "Oh yeah, Leo! Don't stop. Keep sucking it!"
I couldn't breathe, but I had almost every inch in my mouth and throat. I pulled back to get some air and dove back down on it. This time, Ygor's hands grasped my head and he said, "Oh, bitch! Your mouth is so hot. It's a mouth pussy. Suck it! Suck my fucking big dick!"
I moaned in pleasure. His words held such truth. I knew we were in an open area, and someone could see us. I didn't care. I left all my concerns aside. I was enjoying that big dick in my mouth. I was enjoying the way this stud was letting me know I was doing a good job. I was doing what my man wanted me to do and I loved it!
Up and down, he worked my head, his big cock spearing into my mouth and throat again and again. I just let it happen. He held my head still, and his hips thrust his cock deep, up and into my throat. The shaft twitched and seemed to get bigger, and then, while he filled my mouth with a rush of warm cum, all he managed to say was, "Yeah! Oh, fuck! Fuck!"
Ygor looked around as he relaxed, and his cock slipped out of my lips with a wet, lascivious sound. It was only at that moment, after he had come in my mouth, that he realized how exposed we were in that open place.
When we got up, he slapped my ass and grinned as he remarked, "I want to do that again, Leo, over and over again. It's good exercise; I'll swim better."
He walked away before I could respond, leaving me behind. He didn't ask if I liked it, if I was okay, if I wanted to accompany him, or anything else. Once again, I could only assume he merely needed a hole to fuck, and that once he was done, he was done.
Later, entering the garden of my house, I realized I had received four loads of cum that day. Between my ass cheeks, on my face, in the ass, and the last one, in my mouth. Was I really becoming a bitch? Was Nico right?
I went to my room and stripped naked as I thought of Ygor's massive cock, and his furious fucking of my ass. I began jerking off as my thoughts turned to the indecency, the sheer disrespect of Paulo cumming on my face, branding me like his bitch. When the flash of realization came to me that I was just a tight hole for their teenage dicks, my hot jizz erupted from my dick and fell over my body. That was the truth that was haunting me. It was becoming tougher and tougher for me to deny it.
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