This story was previously published in the High School section but has been edited for the Authoritarian section, where it works better. With my American reader's help, the text was shortened, some characters disappeared, and aspects of D/s were reinforced. Also, my English has improved. Readers of the original story should notice the new material. For those who haven't, please skip the old version to avoid spoilers. Chapters will be published weekly.
Reader feedback is always welcome. I would like to hear if I should add more chapters to this story or write another one.
MAKING-ME-THEIR-LITTLE-BITCH - 2
When I got home, I ran to the bathroom. I wanted to leave behind everything that had just happened. I needed to erase Nico's stains from my body. Under a torrent of water, I rubbed myself with a sponge and soap. Vigorously. The more vigorous the rub, the more of Nico I left behind.
After changing into clean clothes, I washed and dried my shorts and tank top, and went to the kitchen. I decided to prepare dinner for my mother to assuage my guilt for having gone to the forest against her wishes.
She loved the surprise. Later, after washing the dishes, I spent the rest of the night hearing about her work and watching an old movie on TV.
All that time I avoided thinking about Nico, but when I was alone in my bedroom, I couldn't help it. Suddenly I was in front of the mirror, looking at my butt, recalling his words about it and his deep voice when he said them. As my hand glided over the full mounds of my booty, and my fingers dug into its narrow valley, I recalled another person and another event involving this part of my body.
It happened not long ago, between me and my nearby neighbor and best friend, Paulo, when we were play-wrestling. At one point, he pinned me to the ground, climbed onto me, and feeling his cock wedged into my ass through my clothing, whispered, "Good Lord! If you were a girl... If you were, I would rip off these shorts and fuck your fat ass right here."
At the time, I started to fight harder to get him off of me. Even though I knew it would be pointless because he was stronger, I felt ridiculed by what he'd said and was compelled to react. Worse than that, his comment excited me as well. Luckily for me, I was on my stomach and Paulo couldn't see my boner.
After rubbing his semi-erect cock on my ass for as long as he wanted, he chuckled and walked away, as if it was simply a joke among mates. I laughed and called him crazy, making a double effort to hide my erection and to look away from the bulge in his shorts.
A year older than me, Paulo was one of the stars of the school's swim team. He had a firm, well-developed body for his age, with broad shoulders, hard biceps, and defined abs. He didn't lack girlfriends and, when we were alone, he always had a dirty story to tell me. With details. I'd already heard how he'd rubbed a cheerleader's hot pussy, squeezed, and sucked on a pair of tits, came between the thighs of a redheaded girl, and so on.
During these conversations, I would interrupt him here and there to make some comment about the girls, to praise him and say how much I envied him. Secretly, however, I envied the girls. How lucky they were, I thought to receive all of that male attention.
Despite so many adventures, Paulo still hadn't fucked anyone, and that filled him with an angry despair. He behaved as though it were unacceptable for a desirable young guy like him to remain a virgin at the age of sixteen.
He seemed to be permanently aroused. On another occasion, playing football with him, and with the excuse of man-to-man defense, he came from behind, rubbed his cock into my butt and said, teasingly, "Are you feeling my hardon? I'm going to go crazy if I don't fuck someone soon. Too bad you aren't a girl. I'd love to fuck this round ass."
In the end, we always laughed, and I continued to think of him as my best friend. When we were away from each other, as on these summer days, I missed him.
All these memories came to my head because of Nico's remark about my ass. It had disturbed me. Why would he want to hang out with me, a well-behaved boy, younger than him? What did he think of me, after I let him cum on my back? Would he tell his friends? How did he know I was alone? And my age? Was what he said about my ass just one of those coarse jokes between men?
Next morning, I woke up later than usual. My mother had already left for work. There was a note on the kitchen table, with directions for breakfast and lunch, and a warning that my father would still call me in the morning.
After breakfast, I grabbed a book and tried to read. As soon as I sat down though, the phone rang. I answered with an ill-tempered voice because I already knew it was my father and what he was going to say.
He had left my mother five years ago and was now living with another woman in a town on the other side of the country. While I lived in the interior, in the deepest part of the land, he lived in a large city facing the Atlantic.
He and my mother had agreed that twice a year, during vacation, I would stay with him. It was common, however, that he would call at the last minute to say that the trip would have to be canceled due to some trouble in his work. And exactly that happened this day as I expected.
After a short, tense conversation, I hung up, and picked up the book to restart reading.
The day was very hot, and I was only wearing shorts. Everything indicated that it was going to be one of those prolonged and infernal summers this region was known for, the kind that makes you feel all sweaty and sticky after the slightest bit of effort.
The phone rang again. I didn't answer. It must have been my father.
A few pages later, it rang again. This time I got up angrily and picked up ready to say something rude to him, but the voice I heard on the other side wasn't my father's voice.
"Hi. Why didn't you answer before?" Nico asked.
Surprised, I couldn't say anything. Hearing my hesitation he continued in a lively tone, and said that the day was beautiful and warm, ideal for swimming with friends.
"I'll wait for you and your bike," he concluded.
"What? Wait, Nico..."
He cut me off by saying, "Same bat channel, same bat cave. Hurry up."
And he hung up. As simple as that. I was once again astounded. How did he get my home phone number? What made him think it would only be me on the other end of the line? I was still trying to understand what happened when the phone rang for the fourth time.
Again, Nico. To remind me to bring a pair of swim trunks. He suggested that I take my red Speedo, but there would be no problem if I decided to swim naked. "No one would object if you wanted to show off your big booty," he continued with a chuckle.
"I'm not going anywhere!" was the first thing I thought, putting the phone on the hook, and feeling outraged. He had no right to talk to me like that.
Indignation, however, wasn't my only feeling. I was also excited. The mere fact of hearing Nico's voice on the phone had made me hard. Especially the part where he referred to my red speedo.
It had also caught Paulo's attention some days ago. "You should wear this red speedo more often," he said on that occasion, watching me get out of the pool at a friend's house and stand with my back to him.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because it shows off your ass," he replied. "How does that saying go? Show off what you've got?"
I laughed and asked, "Oh yeah? And what do `I've got', Paulo?"
"Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talking about."
"No, I don't, but I'm curious. Tell me, Paulo."
"You really don't want me to praise this bubble butt, do you?" He answered me, slapping my buttocks.
I laughed again, shook my ass for a joke and insisted, "Are you going to tell me or not?"
He brushed the edge of his right hand in the middle of my buttocks, feeling the crack, and said, putting his mouth close to my ear, "Well, girl, I would say that it is hard, smooth, perfectly plump, and curved. In other words, very fuckable."
"Beware," I said, stepping away from him and raising my arms like I needed to protect myself. "I think your virginity is triggering obsessive thoughts. It may be dangerous."
We both laughed and raced to the water. I needed to hide my erection, and that was probably his goal as well.
I went to my bedroom right after that quick conversation with Nico. My head was dizzy. I had just told myself that I wouldn't agree to anything he had said, and now I was looking for the bathing trunks that he suggested.
That fucking red speedo. My mother had already said that I should throw it away because it had become too small for me. When I found it, put it on, and checked my reflection in the mirror, I thought that she was correct. The speedo barely contained the curves of my round ass. The beginning of my ass crack was exposed in such a way that it could be considered obscene.
In addition to my mother's words, my image in the mirror also brought back memories of a recent pool party where I wore the same red swim trunks. Fragments from that party began to flash across my mind. They were all scrambled and meaningless, and I quickly pushed them away.
I wasn't sure why, but I didn't want to remember that party. However, what I did remember was that I had had too much to drink, and I felt its effects the next day.
A few minutes later, already on the street and on the way to the place indicated by Nico, I thought I was failing miserably. I was ashamed of myself. But, at the same time, I was cycling like a madman, terrified of being late and missing him.
When I saw him, under the same tree where he had found me the day before, and wearing only shorts and flip flops, I was impressed that he was even more handsome. Sitting, leaning against the tree, legs scandalously open, exposing a big bulge, one of his balls threatening to slide out of his shorts' short leg, he seemed to be in all his splendor.
But it wasn't exactly his beauty that made my heart race. It was mainly something in his attitude. Maybe his cockiness.
"Did you bring what I said?" Was the first thing he said.
"Yes," I replied, feeling intimidated and a bit embarrassed for having been so willingly obedient.
"Good," he said, motioning with his hand for me to get off the bike.
When he stood up, he picked up a tiny, round can from the ground, and told me to hide it in my pocket. I asked him what it was, and he replied with a quick, "Never mind. I don't have any pockets."
Shortly afterward, as we were already pedaling along the path that led to the lake, he stuck his nose in my hair and whispered, "Hmm, your hair smells good."
"I can give you my shampoo brand," I replied laughingly and remembering that it was the second time he'd said that.
"You're going to give me more than your shampoo brand," he told me, now bringing his mouth to my ear. "And I'll give you what you need."
I didn't understand that, but he sounded so self-assured that at the same moment I started to hear a voice inside my head encouraging me to relax and appreciate the nice feelings I was experiencing. The fresh air of the forest, Nico's nose in my hair, and his way of speaking with his mouth near to my ear were all part of it. Being between the arms of one of my school's sexiest guys was also a plus.
Something else, however, was said by a second voice. It stated that everything had been a massive mistake. I shouldn't be there with a classmate I'd only met the day before, and who had emptied his cum onto my flesh.
I ignored the second voice and slid my back toward his body surreptitiously, inch by inch. I hoped to be able to feel his skin against mine again. However, Nico startled me. Right after the first touch, he drew back and pedaled harder.
Why was he in such a hurry to arrive, I wondered. Didn't he want to do what he'd done the day before, when he'd cum from rubbing his cock on my back?
It didn't take long for my questions to be answered. Suddenly, his friend Paco emerged from behind some bushes on one of the trail's bends. They exchanged greetings before pedaling side by side.
Immediately, I thanked Nico. I thought he had saved me from exposing myself in a compromising position.
They got to talking about the upcoming school holidays, which seemed to be full of potential. Their expectations, according to what I gathered, were related to parties, girls, sports, possibly some marijuana, and sex, sex, and more sex.
These two talked about sex so much, like most boys their age, that it seemed like they had a slew of girls at their disposal, ready to satisfy their every fantasy, which was not the case.
"Man, I'm so horny..." Paco said. "My balls are so full of cum, they're about to explode."
"Me too, dude," Nico answered, laughing.
At this time, Paco turned, looked at me as if only then he had discovered my presence, and asked Nico, "Is our new buddy going to be our summer star?
Nico slid his hand over my shoulder, tightened it near my neck and said that it would be my first time on the lake. They both laughed at some pun on the word `virgin'.
I didn't understand, just as I had not understood `summer star'. Paco noticed my worried face and addressed me for the first time. He said I would like our destination, one of the most beautiful and secret places on the lake. He turned to Nico and asked him if he wasn't tired of carrying me, indicating that I could move onto his bike.
"Nah. I'm fine," Nico answered, closing his thighs around me to show that I was in his custody. Doing that, I could feel his cock.
Paco was part of Nico's gang. I already knew him, but only from afar. This was the first opportunity I had to observe him closely. He already had bushy pits and dark hair covering his muscular legs. His skin was olive-colored, and his eyes were dark and provocative. He wasn't as tall and slender as Nico. In fact, he was best described as well-built and stocky.
We reached the point where I had left Nico the day before. We needed to take another trail down to the lake. They covered the bikes behind some shrubs, and we went on foot.
The trail was a bumpy track, steep and full of obstructions. They knew it well and went on without trouble. I, however, slipped here and there. Sometimes I had to get on all fours, afraid to fall.
Gradually, I was falling behind. Paco moved on, but Nico came back, stating he would assist me.
He did, indeed. But it wasn't just that. He also took advantage of my insecurity. There was a moment when he climbed on a trunk lying on the ground, with the excuse that he needed to look further down the trail. He lost his balance, or pretended to, and in order not to fall, put both hands on my head and pulled me toward him.
My mouth was exactly at his crotch height and his cock was before my face. It was clearly outlined through the thin fabric. I should walk away, but my legs didn't move in time.
Nico pressed my face against the fabric saying to wait a little, because he needed to lean on me to keep his balance. It was a stupid excuse, and I was about to send him to hell when I smelled his pungent musk.
I could distinguish the aroma of unwashed sweaty teen groin and balls, but there was something else. What was it? Did the guy exude testosterone? Pheromones? Manliness?
I closed my eyes to inhale better. Nico pushed his hips forward, and began to sway it from side to side, trailing his cock down my face. I could feel it hardening against my cheeks, nose, eyes...
I was becoming disoriented from both his movements and his smell. I was in heaven and hell, both desiring and not desiring, suffering, and delighting. He lightly pushed my head back and told me to open my eyes.
When I did what he wanted, he slipped two fingers beneath the material of his shorts, and freed his cock head, only the head, creating suspense and making me wish he'd show more.
"Do you like it? Want to see it?" he asked. "If you want to, just ask."
That was the moment when I had to show that I wasn't interested and that he had been wrong about me, but I didn't do any of that. I just kept looking.
"If you say it, I'll show you," and he ran a fingertip over its swollen head.
Damn. It was the same conversation as yesterday. Why didn't he take it all the way out? I felt like screaming for him to do it, but I couldn't.
"Do you want me to show you or not?"
He was leading me on with his tantalizing voice. I had to fight it. I couldn't do what he wanted me to do. There would be no going back if I did. I'd be humiliated by all the boys at my school.
"I thought you wanted to show me the lake," I said, taking two more steps back and turning away.
He stuffed his tool back into his shorts, leapt from the trunk, and walked away as if nothing had happened. I was embarrassed. I had almost revealed my hidden desire for the second time in two days.
He proceeded a few steps ahead of me. Tall and strong, he was a big boy for someone who must have been barely seventeen. His broad shoulders reminded me that he was a talented swimmer, as good or better than my friend Paulo. However, he wasn't part of the school swim team. He'd been dismissed due to disciplinary issues.
Paulo and Nico had more in common than just being outstanding swimmers. The two were also quite competitive. I had heard stories that they were always arguing and trying to outdo each other when they were on the swim team. My friend Paulo may have been uncomfortable with the situation because he rarely spoke to me about it. However, when he did, it was with some animosity directed towards Nico.
We were now on a section of the trail that was narrower and damp. I slipped and fell twice in a few minutes. Nico came to a halt, waited for me to catch up, and began walking with me to keep me from falling again. Sometimes he would hold me by the waist. Other times, he would grab me from behind. That's when he took the opportunity to press his cock against my ass. He did it naturally, as if it were inevitable though I thought it was excessive.
At the end of that passage of trail, he said we needed to get some rest, and leaned against the smooth trunk of a huge tree. I would have thought that normal except when he did that, he took me with him and held me tight.
Acting as if he'd forgotten to let go of me, he placed me between his legs, my back turned to him, and asked, "Do you know that we are in one of the oldest and best-preserved forests in our area? Did you pay attention to the trees?"
What the fuck?! Was he going to give me an environmental lesson while he humped me? I was practically sitting on his lap, his shaft embedded at the beginning of my asscrack. It was obvious that his tree-talk was another of his tricks, something to give the impression that we weren't doing what we were doing. He would ask questions without giving me a chance to answer or to think about the weird position he'd put me in.
Once again, I thought I should react, but once again I was paralyzed. He started pushing me up and down, making my butt slip on his stick. He was stronger than I was, and he had complete control over my body. His cock became harder.
"I've never seen a forest like this," I said, embarrassed and playing dumb.
Nico hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and began to slide them down.
It was too fast for me. A red light flashed, signaling anxiety, guilt, and fear. I was entering dangerous ground. I pushed his hands away. He understood and didn't insist. He just slipped his right hand into the back of my shorts and massaged one buttock after the other, all the while chatting about trees and birds.
My whole body shook. It was so hot just to feel his naked hand on a part of my body that was so full of taboos!
"Do you like it?" He inquired, not specifying whether he was referring to the forest or the movements of his hand.
I didn't answer.
"Do you like it?" he asked again, pulling my torso back, putting his mouth on my ear, and lowering his hand further into my shorts, searching for my crevice. He put his arm around my neck, and blew into my ear, "Are you sure you don't want to take off your shorts?"
I wanted to, but I couldn't admit it. He waited a few more seconds for the answer that never came, shoved my body forward, pulled me away from him, and said, "Look at me. Turn around."
I turned and saw. His cock head was popping out of the top elastic again, fulling hard. Its foreskin had rolled back, revealing a red, dripping helmet. The sight was dazzling, and I had to force myself to look away from it.
"Hey, don't be afraid," he said. "We're the only ones here. You don't have to just stand there and look. Reach out and take it," he added, as he drew his waist forward, making his cock head stick out a little more.
His enticing voice; the sway of his waist; the silence around us; everything urged me to touch it, but I couldn't. I couldn't be known as a queer.
Nico paused for a while before re-stuffing his manhood into his shorts and walking away silently. I followed him without knowing if I regretted missing out or celebrated my fortitude in resisting. This guy was driving me crazy.
"I don't know why you didn't take it," he muttered angrily a few minutes later without turning to me.
"I didn't want to," I replied, wanting to defy him, and to reestablish my masculine credibility.
"Why not? I bet you think a lot about my dick."
"Oh, yes? Can you read my thoughts?"
He laughed. I retaliated, asking in a sarcastic tone whether his cock was always hard. And whether it was due to a lack of skill with girls.
He didn't respond to my provocation and remained silent for a few minutes longer.
"Did you look at your butt in the mirror last night?" he questioned, abruptly stopping, and turning to face me.
I stared at him in surprise, trying to figure out how he knew I'd spent a time surveying my ass the night before. His green eyes sparkled, and he flashed that cocky smirk.
"You don't have to tell me anything else. By your face, I know you looked," he said.
"So, what if I looked or didn't look? It's not your business," I replied.
"And did you see the ass you've got?" He asked, getting closer to me.
"Yes, I saw," I replied.
"And?"
"And what?" I asked. "It's an ass. Everyone has one. It isn't much.''
"No, no, no. You didn't look in the right way. There's a lot more. Have you really seen these two nice, round melons?" He asked, his hand coming openly down to my buttocks. "Did you see how it's lifted? Did you feel the full roundness that happens here?" He went on, reaching up and stroking my ass's curves. "It's a fucking shelf at the top."
"Nico, you're so crazy horny you're seeing things that don't exist," I reacted, not moving.
"Did you see how firm, smooth, and tender it is? Huh?" He emphasized, starting to press his throbbing cock against my thigh.
"You're truly going out of your mind," I said, trying to hide how disconcerted he was making me. I couldn't explain how he was overturning every intention I'd had to keep my true desires hidden.
He pressed his cock into my thigh even harder and said, sliding his tongue behind my ear, "Are you feeling it? A real cock? Baby, I'll tell you something that you'll never forget. This juicy ass of yours was made to please real men like me."
My dick was getting harder and harder, and I had to struggle to show that I was still holding out. "Real man? What are you talking about, Nico? Go fuck yourself. You picked the wrong person."
He turned me around, pressed my face against his chest, and lowered my shorts. I couldn't react this time. I didn't even react when he took my hand and wrapped it around his cock, over his shorts.
"You don't have to fake it anymore, Leo," he told me, guiding my hand slowly up-and-down.
What was going on? No boy my age wanted to have sex with another boy. I knew that, but there I was, holding this stud's cock. That couldn't be true. I didn't want that. He was the one who coerced me into doing things I didn't want to do.
For a little moment, that thought comforted me. Until he withdrew his hand, and I was left to my own devices, stroking his cock. I couldn't help myself.
Nico pulled my hair hard, made me look up, and staring into my eyes, asked, "You want to feel my schlong right in your hand, without these shorts in the way, don't you?"
My mind was spinning. Too humiliated to admit what he was saying, I closed my eyes.
"Tell me you want it!" He demanded.
Once again, I didn't respond. He grabbed my right nipple and pinched it until I started screaming, "Yes, yes, yes."
"Yes, what?" Nico insisted.
"I want to see your dick, Nico!"
"What else?"
"I want to touch it."
"You're the one asking, right?"
"Yes! Yes!"
He stepped back, thrust two fingers into the elastic of his shorts and began to lower them. His cock, displayed in its fullest majesty, was slightly curved up, long, thick, and uncut. When released, it rose and slammed into his waist, with a tiny slap.
Nico grinned devilishly as he looked at my face, noticing my astonishment and my surrender.
A shudder ran down my spine. Apart from my own, Nico's bare dick was the first one I played with. Even though I felt bad about it, I couldn't take my hand away from it. Its softness and silkiness contrasted beautifully with its hardness.
Nico just stood there, staring at me, waiting for me to get used to his massive tool. He brought his hand to my mouth and slipped his middle finger between my lips, murmuring, "Do you like that?"
"Uh-huh," I replied, hesitant to admit how much I desired it.
"You gonna take care of me real good?"
"Uh-huh," I repeated.
He forced my head down. When his dick was level with my face, he grabbed it, slapped my cheek, and slid the head across my lips. I stuck my tongue out to lick it, but he refused to let it happen.
"Do you want it?" He asked, gripping my hair.
"Uh-huh."
"Say it!" he demanded, slamming his stick into my face once more.
"Yes, I want it."
"Do you want to suck my big rod?"
"I think so," I answered.
"Bad answer. I'm gonna ask you again. Do you want to suck my big rod?"
"Yes! I want to suck it," I said, not sure if I really wanted to or if I was being driven by a growing urge to do what Nico said I should do.
"Well, if that's what you want," he said as though he was doing me a favor, "go ahead, suck it!"
I'd fantasized about it a lot, but I'd never actually sucked a cock. I just stared at his large, meaty stick at first. Then I used my tongue to feel his head and bathed it in saliva.
When I slipped my tongue under his foreskin and a mix of pre-cum, piss, and musky sweat flowed across my papillae, I had a horrible sense of humiliation. What was I doing? I was lowering myself and doing something very shameful. I was swallowing a schoolmate's dick! What would happen when everyone found out that I was a fag?
Nico pushed my head down a bit further and that was when I realized that weird flavor was the taste of my first man, the taste of Nico. A warm feeling enveloped me. I rolled my tongue over the head again and swallowed it with gusto while jerking his shaft with my fingers.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do, what he wanted me to do, or how far I should go. I knew, however, that this was what I wanted to do.
"Watch your teeth!" He told me. "Don't scratch me. Use your tongue and lips."
Nico didn't seem to mind if I felt guilty or insecure. He seemed completely unconcerned about my feelings. His pleasure, or rather, the pleasure my tongue could provide him, was all that mattered to him.
I tried to keep my mouth open and relaxed as much as possible. I was making a lot of noise, choking, spitting, and feeling sick to my stomach. Despite my best attempts, I often scraped him with my teeth. He would hit my head and instruct me to be more careful.
He suddenly tugged my hair, ripping my lips from his dick, and exclaimed, sternly, "Fuck, Leo, you need to learn to suck cock. Your mouth is hot; it was made to suck cock, but you need to learn to suck it properly. Any girl sucks better than you. That is something you should be ashamed of. Faggots always suck better than girls."
I was humiliated, disappointed, and apprehensive as I stared at him. I worried if he'd stop letting me suck it.
He smirked at my gaze and said, "You're crazy about my cock, aren't you? Yeah, I know you are, faggot. What I don't understand is why you held off serving me for almost two days."
He paused and, in a firmer and visibly angry tone, he continued, "Fuck, I could have fucked you yesterday! You shouldn't have made me wait, faggot! Because you were so stubborn, I'm not gonna waste my time training you to suck my cock. I'm not fucking your mouth right now."
He stopped again, staring at my face, and I wondered what he meant. Would he come to a stop right there? Was he implying I was a total disaster?
"I'm going straight for that fat ass of yours," he continued. "Turn around, bitch. I'm stealing your cherry."
He'd called me a faggot and a bitch, and I hadn't reacted. Why?
A light slap of his hand to my face reminded me of what I had to do. I turned myself around and lowered my torso. My cock was dripping. Nico noticed and said, "I think my little bitch wants it. Spread `em! Show me what you should've given up to me yesterday! Open wide!
He reached his arm out holding his hand in front of my face and told me to suck his middle finger. When I was already drooling on his finger he yanked it from my mouth, brought it down to the crack of my butt, and started feeling around in my hole. Poking it; prodding it; lubing it.
Seeing that I didn't protest, he put his finger back in my mouth and asked me to suck some more. "You're going to need more lube," he said.
He started probing me again, saying that I was too tight. I believe his finger wasn't moving as easily as he wanted it to and didn't want to force it. He reached over to my shorts on the ground and opened the small metal can. It had no label, but the pasty, whitish substance inside looked like petroleum jelly.
Nico dug two fingers into the jelly and returned them to my ass. He spread it around my hole and started pushing it in using just one finger. He stopped twice to add more to his fingers, and before I realized it, two fingers were inside me. He twisted them at times until they were completely buried, forcing out a groan of pain.
"Should I stop?" He asked as he yanked me by the hair. He didn't have a worried tone in his voice. It appeared to be more of a challenge.
"I don't know..." I answered, ashamed of myself for letting him penetrate me with his fingers.
"Do you want me to stop? You have to tell me," he said, punching his fingers into me harder.
"No!" I screamed.
"No what?"
"Don't stop, please!"
"Good. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do," he stated. "Spread your legs now. Wider!"
I obeyed, puzzled as to how he was so knowledgeable about these things. Clearly, this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.
He pressed his fingers even harder. My body reacted by contracting my ass muscles. He made a bizarre, triumphant sound and exclaimed, "Yes! It's so tight! So hot! And it's gonna be mine. You'll be mine, Leo."
I brought my hands back and separated my cheeks.
"Oh, man, this is it! Why were you hiding this hot ass, bitch? You have no right," he said, punctuating every sentence with a slap to my buttocks. "This was made for sex. You were made to keep guys like me in pussy when the real thing isn't available."
He was becoming more abusive vocally, but I didn't have time to process it all in my head. He grabbed my hips, pulled me back and started guiding his cock slowly up and down, forcing its way through the crack and smearing it with the viscous liquid that he produced all the time.
"Goddammit!" He said, seemingly infuriated. "What a cock block! I could have been fucking this little pink hole since yesterday."
He stepped back, aligned his dick and pressed forward. Damn! When I felt the tip of his cock at my hole, a bolt of lightning coursed through my head, and once again I felt guilty and regretted being in that forbidden forest.
"What am I doing?" I asked myself. It wasn't just the pain. I knew lust had reduced me to instinct and impulse and forced myself to do things I should never have done, like sucking a dick, but this was different. I was on the verge of losing my virginity and destroying everything I imagined that made up my manliness. I knew there was nothing worse for a man than to be penetrated by another man.
I didn't want to lose my manhood! To get away from Nico's dick, I clenched every muscle in my body and tried to move forward, but he had anticipated that. Before I could escape, he tightened his grip on my waist, bent his body over mine, and bit my ear. To avoid this torture, I pushed back my torso, and rested my head on his shoulder. He let go of one hand and gripped and twisted one of my nipples, inducing yet more agony. I moaned. He stuck in his cockhead.
"Nooo!" I cried, trying to escape. But he was stronger.
"Relax, Leo. I'm in," he whispered, pulling me to him and claiming another inch or two.
My legs were shaking and I was panting. He pulled my head back and stuck his tongue into my ear. I gasped, closed my eyes, and bowed my head as he licked and nibbled my ear.
Down below, my sphincter didn't seem to want to open for him. He kept pressing, moving forward, conquering me, inch by inch.
"Let me in, Leo," he said, still murmuring in my ear. "Fuck, you're so tight... Let me in! Don't resist."
I whimpered, saying it hurt. His warm tongue slid down my neck, and he continued to say, seductively, "Easy... Easy. You know you want this. You want my big cock in your tight hole, don't you?"
Just as I was about to relax and give in, he shoved his hips forward. His massive protuberance was inside all of me in a flash. I screamed in pain, feeling his balls hitting my thighs, "No! Pull it out! Pull it out, please! It hurts."
He went still, trying to calm me again. "Easy, Leo. It's all the way in. Every inch. It's ok."
"Please, Nico! Pull it out!"
"Listen, bitch," he said more sternly, "no way I'm taking it out. This is what happens to boys like you, but I won't move it for a while, so you can get used to it. OK? Relax."
He stroked my back, hips, and thighs with his cock embedded in me as he kept talking, "Just feel it in you, Leo. Let it happen. You've taken it all."
"Why did you push it all at once? You tricked me," I whimpered.
"It was your fault," he replied. "Your ass is just too hot. You should have given it to me yesterday when I wasn't as horny. Today, I couldn't control myself."
His words confused me. When I was in pain and wanted him to take his piston out of me, hearing him talk about my ass made me wish he'd never take it out. I was even proud of myself. Yes, I was proud for being able to drive this stud crazy, and I was proud for taking all his cock inside me.
"Hey, do you want me to take it out?" he asked as if reading my mind.
"Yes. Yes. No. No. I don't know, Nico," I replied, with a slight twist of my butt, trying to accommodate his huge tool better.
He pulled it back a bit and slid back in. I moaned and my body arched. He pulled back and slid back in again, asking, "Feel it? Feel my big cock?"
My ass involuntarily tightened its muscles as he repeated the movement. He gasped and said, "That's it. Work on my cock, bitch. Show your respect. Worship it."
With the repetition of those movements and the lube his dick was spreading, the pain began to fade. My whimpers soon gave way to quiet signs of satisfaction.
Fuck! I was enjoying it?! How can anyone enjoy being impaled?!
Nico began to slide his cock in and out of me a little faster and with longer movements. I moaned and gasped each time he shoved it in. My asshole was becoming more receptive.
Aware of the change in my reactions, Nico started thrusting his cock at a torrid pace. He was saying between one grunt and another, "Feel it! Feel my big cock fucking you, bitch! Your pussy is fucking tight! Yes! Squeeze your man's cock, bitch. Do it!"
Pussy?! What? Was he imagining he was fucking a pussy? That was insane.
He told me to spread my legs wider and continued with even more powerful thrusts. He withdrew his dick until only its head was inside, lunged forward and buried it all at once. He was speeding up, digging his fingers into my hips, commanding, and possessing me.
"Your hole is sucking me in. You really want my cock in you, don't you?"
He responded to his own question with a condescending non-answer, "Fucking faggot!"
I gasped with pleasure and moved my ass back and forth. I also put my hands back, to feel his thighs and all the muscles that contracted when he hit me with his hard thrusts.
I felt his teeth on my neck. "You want to serve me, don't you?" He asked.
"Yeah..." I said, lowering my voice.
"Tell me!" he demanded, pulling away and taking his cock out of me.
"No, don't do that!"
"Tell me!"
"Yes. Yes. I want you to fuck me, Nico! I want to serve you," I said, feeling desperately empty.
"Okay, faggot," he said, with a cocky smirk. "You're the one asking to be fucked. Stay in position."
He kept calling me a faggot, the name I dreaded most, but I didn't have time for that. At that moment, I wanted his dick more than I feared being a faggot. I was ready to go along with whatever he wanted.
I lowered my torso a little more and offered myself by spreading my buttocks with my hands. He spat twice and pushed the dickhead between the slimy cheeks.
"Damn, Nico! It's so fucking big!" I said, with fear and respect.
"Yeah... And you like it, don't you?" He said halfway between a question and a statement.
"Yes," I moaned, my eyes closed, waiting.
He gripped my waist, rammed in the whole length of his dick in a fast stroke and fucked me with earnest. The next few minutes were absolute bliss.
I could hardly believe it. A blond stud I barely knew was working his dick in and out of my ass like I was his bitch. And I accepted it as if I had always belonged to this dominant male, as if it were an honor to let him take whatever he wanted.
I heard moans, lots of moans, but I couldn't tell if they were his or mine. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me closer to him. I started to feel his cock at different angles each time he pushed into me.
"Oh, bitch! I took your cherry, I'm fucking you, and I'm about to cum deep in your pussy!" He declared, still punching his cock, and appearing increasingly out of control. "Your hole is so tight. So hot. Do you want my cum?"
"Yes, Nico. I want it."
"Where, bitch?"
"Inside me. Cum inside me, please."
"Good. I'm gonna breed you."
I didn't know what gave me the most pleasure, whether it was his cock rubbing inside the walls of my ass, his thrusts, the damp sound of his balls slapping my buttocks, the smell, his commanding voice, or the feeling that I was his. The fear of getting caught in that forest was also exciting.
My cock was dripping profusely as I began to feel an uncontrollable urge to cum. Shit! I wanted to enjoy his dick more, I wanted it to go on and on, but I couldn't. My balls tightened and I started to say, "Oh, Nico! I'm gonna cum. You are gonna make me cum. Ugh, I can't hold back anymore."
The next instant my cock shot, without me touching it.
"Are you cumming with my cock in your pussy?!" He asked almost incredulously, feeling my anus twitch. "You really are a faggot!"
As he spoke, he gripped my shoulders and began to moan louder. "OH! FUCK! FUCK!" He yelled, slamming his hips forward, burying all his cock. "I'm cumming too, bitch. Oh fuck!"
His cock throbbed with each blast, and he kept it deep inside, bucking strongly until he emptied everything within his balls. When he stopped while still inside me, I lifted my torso, and feeling in the clouds, leaned my back against his chest.
We were both wet with sweat. I could feel his heartbeat next to mine. He ran his hands down my chest as his dick slid slowly out of me. I felt his cum running down the inside of my thighs.
Nico had emasculated me. Or more accurately, I had allowed him to emasculate me. In the heat of the moment, I had asked to be fucked, I had done as I was told. Had he turned me into a bitch? An obedient bitch?
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