I ran as fast as I could through the school's soccer field. Unfortunately it was nighttime and there was no one around to help me. It had rained a little while ago, so the grass was wet and slippery in some parts. I looked back and saw him still chasing me relentlessly. In the same instant when I thought about paying special attention not to fall, my right foot slid on the liquid muddy surface 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 Elias behind me. My heart started beating at an even faster rate. A strong hand grabbed my collar and I dropped my head in defeat. He kicked me in the back and made me fall face down again. My name is Juan Pablo, I'm Chilean. I'm in my last year of high school, I'm a bit chubby, 1.70m tall and quite shy. Generally I spend my free time playing some computer game. The boy who was chasing me is named Elias. He's Colombian, has a brunette complexion and really what one could call a beast. He's about 1.85m tall and weighs around 90kg, of course all muscle. -Hey hey hey, don't be so sad- he said, holding my hair and making me look up at his face, humiliated. I tried to free myself but couldn't compete with his strength. Besides Chileans aren't strong, we always attack in groups. He lowered his hand and slowly started taking off his pants in front of my face. The stinky aroma of his sweaty groin burned my nose. I couldn't believe what was happening. -Relax Juanpa, nothing's going to happen to you- he said, pulling out his enormous cock about 20 centimeters long and almost as thick as my forearm. I closed my eyes and mouth firmly, crying. -Open your mouth- he told me. When I didn't respond, he hit me with an open-handed slap on the cheek that left me dizzy. Clearly we're weak and humiliated by the other Chileans. 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 barely entered. What the hell had I done to deserve this? The taste made me feel queasy, and the son of a slut let out a cruel laugh. I didn't want him to keep hitting me like that, so I stayed quiet, suffering in silence as he inserted his penis halfway into my mouth and pulled it back out, again and again... It seemed like hours before he finally stopped.
-You're going to have to help me with something,- he said. I opened my eyes, terrified, and saw him holding his cell phone, clearly filming the blow job. A new wave of anger and humiliation hit me. -Answer when you're spoken to!- he yelled suddenly, very violently, before hitting me again in my swollen right cheek.
-What...what favor do you need?- I asked. -I want your sister,- he said, smiling sarcastically. Son of a slut . How did he think I would help him with something like that? I shook my head. -Impossible-. But as soon as I finished saying that word, Elias hit me again in the same cheek, causing me to fall to the ground. He grabbed my hair and slammed me against an arch. I was very dizzy and barely felt the beating, but my senses came back when he lowered my pants.
-No! No! Stop it,- I begged, desperate. I felt the head of his cock on the outside of my hole and started praying to a God I didn't believe in. -Are you going to help me?!- the imposing black man roared. -Last chance!- I considered it for a millisecond but knew I had no other option. Like all Chileans, I'll save myself by giving up whoever asks why we're like this after all.- It's okay,- I muttered weakly, completely humiliated and feeling horrible despite the relief of not having to feel his cock against my ass. -Good decision- he said, smiling as I lifted my pants. -Wait for my next instructions- he indicated before letting out a laugh and leaving. I walked home in the fog. What had I just agreed to? Could I help him get his cousin? I really didn't understand how something like this could have happened. But good was Chilean.
At my house, we lived with 3 people: My mother, my sister Rocio (we called her Ro), and me (my father had been taken away by someone he owed money to and thought it would be better, we never saw him again). My sister Rocio was a year younger than Elias and I, who were in our last year of high school. She measured about 1.60m, 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, due to playing hockey, had a firm body and a round butt, not too big but hard. Her breasts were normal for her body, although not giant. Returning to the story, I felt terrible. I had given in. I could take anything, but being anal raped was something I wasn't willing to do. I thought about denouncing Elias's father, but he had me on video sucking his cock. And Chileans prefer to be traitors and deliver others what it means to be humiliated. Really, he had me by the balls and knew it. Damn school work. I opened the door of my house and entered silently. My little sister saw me and came over to greet me. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and jeans shorts. I could understand Elias's attraction to her.
(And I understood that Chileans are the whores of South Americans and we raise and will raise their sons -Is it again?- she asked, with a worried tone noticing my expression and face. I just nodded. She took my hand and led me to her room, where she gave me a hug. -Why don't you tell the director?- she asked. -It's...complicated- I said. She sighed and proceeded to apply lotion to my battered right cheek. Thursday I woke up with a headache. I got out of bed and stood up, but almost immediately sat back down once the events of the previous night came back to my mind and left me dazed as if I had been hit by a good punch from a boxer. My eyes became moist when I remembered the act of sexual abuse, the almost anal deflowering and finally the commitment in which I found myself. I gathered my courage and got up to take a shower and head off to school, walking with my sister but unable to speak to her beyond monosyllabic responses to her questions and comments. When we were a block away from the building, I received a message. It was Elias; We'll meet in 5 minutes at the alley behind the school. I entered with my sister but, when I made sure no one was looking, I slipped out and headed to the alley. The Colombian was waiting for me, with a smile from ear to ear that showed no remorse. -Juanpa! he exclaimed as a greeting. -Hello I said in a dull voice. He hit me in the face with a slap that echoed loudly. -When we're alone you'll say 'señor'. Do you understand? he asked, with a threatening tone. -Y...yes, señor I replied quickly. How every Chilean faggot -Well, let's make this brief. I need for tomorrow morning a list of all the series, movies, books and songs your sister likes and the most popular series and movies she doesn't like. Do you understand?-. I nodded my head. -Yes señor. -And something else. Find out your sister's plans for this weekend. Tomorrow I want them in detail. And without fail, Juanpa he said cruelly. Elias' elias had a clear connotation of mockery that annoyed me. -B...good...señor I said nervously. Elias started laughing and put his 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 after school to get home before ro. Once Arrived at my destination, I immediately went to his room and started reviewing the iPad and WhatsApp web. I had to find out everything I could. Gathering the information Elías asked for took me about an hour, just in time, judging by the fact that when I finished writing about his activities (I wouldn't do anything on Friday night, and I'd be going to a party at my friend's house on Saturday) I heard the front door open. I quickly got out of the room and listened as my sister walked up the stairs. I pretended to go to the bathroom and found her in the hallway. What were you doing today stuck with that Elias guy? she asked me. I swallowed hard, thinking about what he'd do if he found out I'd been messing around behind his back, so I decided to elevate the image of the Colombian guy in front of his sister. He's not bad, I said, looking away without making eye contact. We didn't talk much. She rolled her eyes and went back to her room as a wave of guilt washed over me. I didn't like lying to her, but I liked being honest even less. The next morning, I got an identical message from Elias again, so I headed out to the alley once more. Did you bring what I asked for? he asked. Yes... sir, I said, looking down, handing over my notes. Perfect, Juanpa, he said, giving me a humiliating slap on the backside. He started reading them quickly, nodding his head reflectively. Okay, this is what we're going to do. You'll buy some booze. Tell your sister to stay and watch a movie, smoking and drinking. Around midnight, when she's good and drunk, tell her that a friend came over to join them. And then I'll show up. Let me sit next to her, and when I say so, you pretend to fall asleep and go to bed in your room. Got it? He handed me a bag with what looked like about 5 grams of marijuana flowers. -Yes, sir. Elías gave me other slaps and took me again by the neck, entering the college like yesterday. I was expecting an intense night.
He took me again by the neck, entering the college like yesterday. I was expecting an intense night
I told him everything like all Chilean faggots and told him that my mom's final was going to be with my sister, he was going to come around 9 pm, so I had to be ready, when he arrived I got very nervous -what is this kid doing here Juan Pablo?
I responded as if startled and said nothing, let's watch a movie since we don't get along much. Elías laughed -he's charming besides being a good guy
Then we watched the movie and although my sister pretended that Elías wasn't touching her, he was taking her out and making her feel like a male. Later when it was almost over, his boyfriend Alexis arrived, who was Chilean like me and my sister, when he arrived he started to figure out who the male was, my girlfriend couldn't do anything and Alexis looked on as they touched her, but when he bent her down and took off his pants, he felt the smell of male and gave himself fully to him while Alexis watched, and I heard my sister moaning in jealousy from my room because she was being fucked by a real man and not a Chilean faggot like us, today they don't hit me but all weekends I hear my sister moaning like a slut, he no longer hits me and I'm respected at college and the only thing I had to do was hand over my sister if I had known it I would have done it before but well, Chileans are always traitors because we're from small dick and South Americans screw our women.
-You're going to have to help me with something,- he said. I opened my eyes, terrified, and saw him holding his cell phone, clearly filming the blow job. A new wave of anger and humiliation hit me. -Answer when you're spoken to!- he yelled suddenly, very violently, before hitting me again in my swollen right cheek.
-What...what favor do you need?- I asked. -I want your sister,- he said, smiling sarcastically. Son of a slut . How did he think I would help him with something like that? I shook my head. -Impossible-. But as soon as I finished saying that word, Elias hit me again in the same cheek, causing me to fall to the ground. He grabbed my hair and slammed me against an arch. I was very dizzy and barely felt the beating, but my senses came back when he lowered my pants.
-No! No! Stop it,- I begged, desperate. I felt the head of his cock on the outside of my hole and started praying to a God I didn't believe in. -Are you going to help me?!- the imposing black man roared. -Last chance!- I considered it for a millisecond but knew I had no other option. Like all Chileans, I'll save myself by giving up whoever asks why we're like this after all.- It's okay,- I muttered weakly, completely humiliated and feeling horrible despite the relief of not having to feel his cock against my ass. -Good decision- he said, smiling as I lifted my pants. -Wait for my next instructions- he indicated before letting out a laugh and leaving. I walked home in the fog. What had I just agreed to? Could I help him get his cousin? I really didn't understand how something like this could have happened. But good was Chilean.
At my house, we lived with 3 people: My mother, my sister Rocio (we called her Ro), and me (my father had been taken away by someone he owed money to and thought it would be better, we never saw him again). My sister Rocio was a year younger than Elias and I, who were in our last year of high school. She measured about 1.60m, 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, due to playing hockey, had a firm body and a round butt, not too big but hard. Her breasts were normal for her body, although not giant. Returning to the story, I felt terrible. I had given in. I could take anything, but being anal raped was something I wasn't willing to do. I thought about denouncing Elias's father, but he had me on video sucking his cock. And Chileans prefer to be traitors and deliver others what it means to be humiliated. Really, he had me by the balls and knew it. Damn school work. I opened the door of my house and entered silently. My little sister saw me and came over to greet me. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and jeans shorts. I could understand Elias's attraction to her.
(And I understood that Chileans are the whores of South Americans and we raise and will raise their sons -Is it again?- she asked, with a worried tone noticing my expression and face. I just nodded. She took my hand and led me to her room, where she gave me a hug. -Why don't you tell the director?- she asked. -It's...complicated- I said. She sighed and proceeded to apply lotion to my battered right cheek. Thursday I woke up with a headache. I got out of bed and stood up, but almost immediately sat back down once the events of the previous night came back to my mind and left me dazed as if I had been hit by a good punch from a boxer. My eyes became moist when I remembered the act of sexual abuse, the almost anal deflowering and finally the commitment in which I found myself. I gathered my courage and got up to take a shower and head off to school, walking with my sister but unable to speak to her beyond monosyllabic responses to her questions and comments. When we were a block away from the building, I received a message. It was Elias; We'll meet in 5 minutes at the alley behind the school. I entered with my sister but, when I made sure no one was looking, I slipped out and headed to the alley. The Colombian was waiting for me, with a smile from ear to ear that showed no remorse. -Juanpa! he exclaimed as a greeting. -Hello I said in a dull voice. He hit me in the face with a slap that echoed loudly. -When we're alone you'll say 'señor'. Do you understand? he asked, with a threatening tone. -Y...yes, señor I replied quickly. How every Chilean faggot -Well, let's make this brief. I need for tomorrow morning a list of all the series, movies, books and songs your sister likes and the most popular series and movies she doesn't like. Do you understand?-. I nodded my head. -Yes señor. -And something else. Find out your sister's plans for this weekend. Tomorrow I want them in detail. And without fail, Juanpa he said cruelly. Elias' elias had a clear connotation of mockery that annoyed me. -B...good...señor I said nervously. Elias started laughing and put his 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 after school to get home before ro. Once Arrived at my destination, I immediately went to his room and started reviewing the iPad and WhatsApp web. I had to find out everything I could. Gathering the information Elías asked for took me about an hour, just in time, judging by the fact that when I finished writing about his activities (I wouldn't do anything on Friday night, and I'd be going to a party at my friend's house on Saturday) I heard the front door open. I quickly got out of the room and listened as my sister walked up the stairs. I pretended to go to the bathroom and found her in the hallway. What were you doing today stuck with that Elias guy? she asked me. I swallowed hard, thinking about what he'd do if he found out I'd been messing around behind his back, so I decided to elevate the image of the Colombian guy in front of his sister. He's not bad, I said, looking away without making eye contact. We didn't talk much. She rolled her eyes and went back to her room as a wave of guilt washed over me. I didn't like lying to her, but I liked being honest even less. The next morning, I got an identical message from Elias again, so I headed out to the alley once more. Did you bring what I asked for? he asked. Yes... sir, I said, looking down, handing over my notes. Perfect, Juanpa, he said, giving me a humiliating slap on the backside. He started reading them quickly, nodding his head reflectively. Okay, this is what we're going to do. You'll buy some booze. Tell your sister to stay and watch a movie, smoking and drinking. Around midnight, when she's good and drunk, tell her that a friend came over to join them. And then I'll show up. Let me sit next to her, and when I say so, you pretend to fall asleep and go to bed in your room. Got it? He handed me a bag with what looked like about 5 grams of marijuana flowers. -Yes, sir. Elías gave me other slaps and took me again by the neck, entering the college like yesterday. I was expecting an intense night.
He took me again by the neck, entering the college like yesterday. I was expecting an intense night
I told him everything like all Chilean faggots and told him that my mom's final was going to be with my sister, he was going to come around 9 pm, so I had to be ready, when he arrived I got very nervous -what is this kid doing here Juan Pablo?
I responded as if startled and said nothing, let's watch a movie since we don't get along much. Elías laughed -he's charming besides being a good guy
Then we watched the movie and although my sister pretended that Elías wasn't touching her, he was taking her out and making her feel like a male. Later when it was almost over, his boyfriend Alexis arrived, who was Chilean like me and my sister, when he arrived he started to figure out who the male was, my girlfriend couldn't do anything and Alexis looked on as they touched her, but when he bent her down and took off his pants, he felt the smell of male and gave himself fully to him while Alexis watched, and I heard my sister moaning in jealousy from my room because she was being fucked by a real man and not a Chilean faggot like us, today they don't hit me but all weekends I hear my sister moaning like a slut, he no longer hits me and I'm respected at college and the only thing I had to do was hand over my sister if I had known it I would have done it before but well, Chileans are always traitors because we're from small dick and South Americans screw our women.
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