This is a new series I'm just starting to write, more of the rest will be uploaded soon. This one in particular contains some violence, but nothing too strong. I hope you enjoy it, whether or not I continue depends on how it's received.
I ran as fast as I could through the school's football field. Unfortunately it was night and there was no one around to help me. It had rained a little while before, so the grass was wet and in some places muddy and slippery. I looked back and saw him still chasing me relentlessly. In the same instant I thought about paying special attention not to slip, my right foot slid on the liquid surface of the mud and I fell face down onto the wet grass. I got up as fast as I could but before I could take another step, I heard and felt Yeimar behind me. My heart started beating at an even faster rate.
A strong hand grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and I let my head fall in a gesture of defeat. He kicked me in the stomach and made me fall face down.
My name is Juan Pablo. I'm in my last year of high school, I'm a bit chubby guy, 1.70m tall and quite shy. Generally, I spend my free time playing some computer game, CS 1.6 is my favorite for now. The guy who was chasing me is called Yeimar. He's Colombian, has a brunette complexion and really what one could call a beast. He's around 1.85m tall and weighs around 90kg, of course all muscle.
-Hey hey hey, don't be so sad- he said, grabbing my hair and making me look up at his face, humiliating me. I tried to free myself but couldn't compete with his strength.
He lowered his hand and slowly started to take off his pants in front of my face. The foul-smelling armpit sweat burned my nose. I couldn't believe what was happening.
Relax, Juanito, nothing's going to happen, he said, pulling out his enormous cock of about 20 centimeters and almost as thick as my forearm. I closed my eyes and mouth tightly, crying.
He opened my mouth - he said. When I didn't get a response, he hit me with an open-handed slap on the cheek that left me dizzy. Then he grabbed my jaw and squeezed until I was forced to open my mouth.
I felt like dying when I noticed his enormous member entering my body, pushing its way between my lips, although it was only just starting. What the hell had I done to deserve this? The taste made me gag and the son of a prostitute let out a cruel laugh. I didn't want him to keep doing that to me so I stayed quiet, suffering in silence as he pushed his penis into my mouth halfway and pulled it back out, again and again and again... It seemed like hours until he finally stopped.
-You're going to have to help me with something, he said. I opened my eyes, terrified, and saw with surprise that he was holding his cellphone, clearly filming the blow job. A new wave of anger and humiliation shook me.
-Answer when I'm talking to you! she yelled out with sudden fury, very violently, and then gave me another slap on my already bruised right cheek.
-What...what do you need? I asked him.
I want your sister. I saw her the other day at school and decided I want to f**k her - he said, smiling sarcastically.
Son of a slut. Son-of-a-slut. How did I think I'd help him with something like that? I shook my head -Impossible-. But barely had I said that word, Yeimar slapped me on the same cheek, which made me fall to the ground.
He grabbed my hair and slammed me against an arch. I was very dizzy and barely felt the pounding, but my senses sharpened when he lowered my pants.
-No way! No! Go crazy - I begged him, desperate.
I felt the head of the cock outside my hole and started praying to a God I didn't believe in.
-¿Will you help me?! roared the imposing black man. -Last chance!
I considered it for a millisecond but knew I had no other option.
It's fine muttered weakly, completely humiliated and feeling horrible despite the relief I felt from leaving off his cock against my ass.
-Good decision- he said, smiling as he saw me lift my pants. -Wait for my next instructions- he indicated before letting out a laugh while walking away.
I walked home in the fog. What had I just agreed to? Could I help him get with my sister? Honestly, I didn't understand how something like that could have happened.
In my house we lived with 3 people: My mother, my sister and I (my father had abandoned my old lady during the first pregnancy). My sister Geraldine was a year younger than Yeimar and me, who were in our last year of high school. She measured about 1.60m tall, with light brown hair, brown eyes. Despite being my sister, I couldn't help but admit that her body was a work of art. She was very athletic, thanks to playing hockey, had a firm body and a bouncing ass, not too big but hard. Her breasts were large for her body, although not gigantic.
Returning to the story, I felt terrible. I had given up. I could take everything, but being anal raped was something I wasn't willing to do. I thought about reporting the son of a slut, but he had me on video sucking a cock. He really had me by the balls and knew it. Damn schoolwork crap.
I opened the door to my house and entered silently. My little sister saw me and approached to greet me. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt adjusted and some jeans shorts. I could understand Yeimar's attraction towards her.
-Is it again?- he asked, with a worried tone upon noticing my expression and my battered face.
I limited myself to nodding my head with my head. She took my hand and led me to her room, where she gave me a hug.
-Why don't you tell the director? he asked me.
It's complicated - I said.
She sighed and proceeded to apply ointment to my battered right cheek.
Thursday I woke up with a headache. I got out of bed and stood up, although almost immediately, once the events of the previous night returned to my mind and disoriented me as if I had been hit by a good punch from a boxer. My eyes moistened when I remembered the sexual abuse act, the near anal deflowering, and finally the commitment I was in.
I armed myself with courage and got up to take a shower and head off to school, walking with my sister but unable to talk to her beyond monosyllabic responses to her questions and comments. Being a block away from the building, I received a message. It was Yeimar: “We meet in 5 minutes at the alley behind the school”.
I entered with my sister but when I made sure she wasn't looking, I slipped out to the outside and headed for the alley. The Colombian was waiting for me there, with an ear-to-ear smile that showed no remorse at all.
-Hey Johnnie!-
-Hello-I said with a muffled voice.
He got me a slap that resonated excessively.
When we're alone you'll tell me 'sir'. Understood? - he asked, with a threatening tone.
-Shut up, sir- I replied quickly. What a son of a prostitute.
-Okay, let's make this brief. I need by tomorrow morning a list of all the TV shows, movies, books, and songs your sister likes and the most popular TV shows and movies she doesn't like. Got it?-
Nodded with my head. -Yes sir-.
And another thing. Find out your sister's plans for this weekend. I want them in detail tomorrow. And don't forget, Juancito - he told me with cruelty. The Martincito had a clear connotation of mockery that bothered me.
-Ah...good...sir-, I said, nervous.
Yeimar started laughing and put an arm around my neck. 'This is going to be fun' he said, as we entered the school in that way.
I quickly took the bus home from school to get home before Geral. Once I arrived at my destination, I immediately went to their room and started reviewing the iPad and WhatsApp web. I had to find out everything I could. Gathering the information Yeimar asked me for took me about an hour, just the window of time I had, judging by the fact that when I finished writing about his activities (I wouldn't do anything on Friday night, I was going to a party at a classmate's house on Saturday) I heard the front door open. I quickly got out of the room and listened to my sister's footsteps on the stairs. I pretended to go to the bathroom and found her in the hallway.
What were you doing stuck to that Yeimar's sorete today? - he asked me. I swallowed saliva with difficulty.
Thinking about what I would do if she found out that I had given her crap, I decided to praise the Colombian's image in front of my sister. -It's not bad stuff. We just talk- I replied, without enough face to look at her in the eyes.
-Ugh, you'll know- he said, rolling his eyes and escaping to his room while a wave of guilt flooded over me. I didn't like lying to him, but I liked being raped even less.
The next morning, I got a message identical to the one from the previous day from Yeimar, so I headed back to the alley again.
-Did you bring what I asked for?- she asked.
-Yes Yei...sir- I said, bowing my head, handing him my notes.
-Perfecto Martincito told me, giving me humiliating slaps on the cheek. He started reading them quickly, nodding his head with a reflective expression.
Okay, this is what we're going to do. I'll give you a joint, you buy the booze. Tell your sister to stay watching a movie, smoking and drinking. Around mid-time, when she's already crazy and wasted, tell her that a friend came over to hang out with them. And then I appear. You'll let me sit next to her and when I say so, you'll pretend to fall asleep and go to your room. Understood? - Immediately after, he handed me a bag containing what seemed to be about 5 grams of marijuana flowers.
Yes sir.
Yeimar gave me other slaps and took me again by the neck, entering the college just like yesterday. I was expecting an intense night.
I ran as fast as I could through the school's football field. Unfortunately it was night and there was no one around to help me. It had rained a little while before, so the grass was wet and in some places muddy and slippery. I looked back and saw him still chasing me relentlessly. In the same instant I thought about paying special attention not to slip, my right foot slid on the liquid surface of the mud and I fell face down onto the wet grass. I got up as fast as I could but before I could take another step, I heard and felt Yeimar behind me. My heart started beating at an even faster rate.
A strong hand grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and I let my head fall in a gesture of defeat. He kicked me in the stomach and made me fall face down.
My name is Juan Pablo. I'm in my last year of high school, I'm a bit chubby guy, 1.70m tall and quite shy. Generally, I spend my free time playing some computer game, CS 1.6 is my favorite for now. The guy who was chasing me is called Yeimar. He's Colombian, has a brunette complexion and really what one could call a beast. He's around 1.85m tall and weighs around 90kg, of course all muscle.
-Hey hey hey, don't be so sad- he said, grabbing my hair and making me look up at his face, humiliating me. I tried to free myself but couldn't compete with his strength.
He lowered his hand and slowly started to take off his pants in front of my face. The foul-smelling armpit sweat burned my nose. I couldn't believe what was happening.
Relax, Juanito, nothing's going to happen, he said, pulling out his enormous cock of about 20 centimeters and almost as thick as my forearm. I closed my eyes and mouth tightly, crying.
He opened my mouth - he said. When I didn't get a response, he hit me with an open-handed slap on the cheek that left me dizzy. Then he grabbed my jaw and squeezed until I was forced to open my mouth.
I felt like dying when I noticed his enormous member entering my body, pushing its way between my lips, although it was only just starting. What the hell had I done to deserve this? The taste made me gag and the son of a prostitute let out a cruel laugh. I didn't want him to keep doing that to me so I stayed quiet, suffering in silence as he pushed his penis into my mouth halfway and pulled it back out, again and again and again... It seemed like hours until he finally stopped.
-You're going to have to help me with something, he said. I opened my eyes, terrified, and saw with surprise that he was holding his cellphone, clearly filming the blow job. A new wave of anger and humiliation shook me.
-Answer when I'm talking to you! she yelled out with sudden fury, very violently, and then gave me another slap on my already bruised right cheek.
-What...what do you need? I asked him.
I want your sister. I saw her the other day at school and decided I want to f**k her - he said, smiling sarcastically.
Son of a slut. Son-of-a-slut. How did I think I'd help him with something like that? I shook my head -Impossible-. But barely had I said that word, Yeimar slapped me on the same cheek, which made me fall to the ground.
He grabbed my hair and slammed me against an arch. I was very dizzy and barely felt the pounding, but my senses sharpened when he lowered my pants.
-No way! No! Go crazy - I begged him, desperate.
I felt the head of the cock outside my hole and started praying to a God I didn't believe in.
-¿Will you help me?! roared the imposing black man. -Last chance!
I considered it for a millisecond but knew I had no other option.
It's fine muttered weakly, completely humiliated and feeling horrible despite the relief I felt from leaving off his cock against my ass.
-Good decision- he said, smiling as he saw me lift my pants. -Wait for my next instructions- he indicated before letting out a laugh while walking away.
I walked home in the fog. What had I just agreed to? Could I help him get with my sister? Honestly, I didn't understand how something like that could have happened.
In my house we lived with 3 people: My mother, my sister and I (my father had abandoned my old lady during the first pregnancy). My sister Geraldine was a year younger than Yeimar and me, who were in our last year of high school. She measured about 1.60m tall, with light brown hair, brown eyes. Despite being my sister, I couldn't help but admit that her body was a work of art. She was very athletic, thanks to playing hockey, had a firm body and a bouncing ass, not too big but hard. Her breasts were large for her body, although not gigantic.
Returning to the story, I felt terrible. I had given up. I could take everything, but being anal raped was something I wasn't willing to do. I thought about reporting the son of a slut, but he had me on video sucking a cock. He really had me by the balls and knew it. Damn schoolwork crap.
I opened the door to my house and entered silently. My little sister saw me and approached to greet me. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt adjusted and some jeans shorts. I could understand Yeimar's attraction towards her.
-Is it again?- he asked, with a worried tone upon noticing my expression and my battered face.
I limited myself to nodding my head with my head. She took my hand and led me to her room, where she gave me a hug.
-Why don't you tell the director? he asked me.
It's complicated - I said.
She sighed and proceeded to apply ointment to my battered right cheek.
Thursday I woke up with a headache. I got out of bed and stood up, although almost immediately, once the events of the previous night returned to my mind and disoriented me as if I had been hit by a good punch from a boxer. My eyes moistened when I remembered the sexual abuse act, the near anal deflowering, and finally the commitment I was in.
I armed myself with courage and got up to take a shower and head off to school, walking with my sister but unable to talk to her beyond monosyllabic responses to her questions and comments. Being a block away from the building, I received a message. It was Yeimar: “We meet in 5 minutes at the alley behind the school”.
I entered with my sister but when I made sure she wasn't looking, I slipped out to the outside and headed for the alley. The Colombian was waiting for me there, with an ear-to-ear smile that showed no remorse at all.
-Hey Johnnie!-
-Hello-I said with a muffled voice.
He got me a slap that resonated excessively.
When we're alone you'll tell me 'sir'. Understood? - he asked, with a threatening tone.
-Shut up, sir- I replied quickly. What a son of a prostitute.
-Okay, let's make this brief. I need by tomorrow morning a list of all the TV shows, movies, books, and songs your sister likes and the most popular TV shows and movies she doesn't like. Got it?-
Nodded with my head. -Yes sir-.
And another thing. Find out your sister's plans for this weekend. I want them in detail tomorrow. And don't forget, Juancito - he told me with cruelty. The Martincito had a clear connotation of mockery that bothered me.
-Ah...good...sir-, I said, nervous.
Yeimar started laughing and put an arm around my neck. 'This is going to be fun' he said, as we entered the school in that way.
I quickly took the bus home from school to get home before Geral. Once I arrived at my destination, I immediately went to their room and started reviewing the iPad and WhatsApp web. I had to find out everything I could. Gathering the information Yeimar asked me for took me about an hour, just the window of time I had, judging by the fact that when I finished writing about his activities (I wouldn't do anything on Friday night, I was going to a party at a classmate's house on Saturday) I heard the front door open. I quickly got out of the room and listened to my sister's footsteps on the stairs. I pretended to go to the bathroom and found her in the hallway.
What were you doing stuck to that Yeimar's sorete today? - he asked me. I swallowed saliva with difficulty.
Thinking about what I would do if she found out that I had given her crap, I decided to praise the Colombian's image in front of my sister. -It's not bad stuff. We just talk- I replied, without enough face to look at her in the eyes.
-Ugh, you'll know- he said, rolling his eyes and escaping to his room while a wave of guilt flooded over me. I didn't like lying to him, but I liked being raped even less.
The next morning, I got a message identical to the one from the previous day from Yeimar, so I headed back to the alley again.
-Did you bring what I asked for?- she asked.
-Yes Yei...sir- I said, bowing my head, handing him my notes.
-Perfecto Martincito told me, giving me humiliating slaps on the cheek. He started reading them quickly, nodding his head with a reflective expression.
Okay, this is what we're going to do. I'll give you a joint, you buy the booze. Tell your sister to stay watching a movie, smoking and drinking. Around mid-time, when she's already crazy and wasted, tell her that a friend came over to hang out with them. And then I appear. You'll let me sit next to her and when I say so, you'll pretend to fall asleep and go to your room. Understood? - Immediately after, he handed me a bag containing what seemed to be about 5 grams of marijuana flowers.
Yes sir.
Yeimar gave me other slaps and took me again by the neck, entering the college just like yesterday. I was expecting an intense night.
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