In the midst of Buenos Aires, I was traveling on the subway and in a pretty bad mood. My beloved River Plate had lost to its disgusting and eternal rival, Boca Juniors. And to make matters worse, it was by penalty kicks. I came from watching the game at a bar with my classic River jersey and nothing but a desire to get home and forget about it.
To my unpleasant surprise, in the same car, I see two guys wearing that blue and gold shirt that I hate so much talking and commenting on each other. To make things worse, they were discussing the game and making derogatory comments about my team. Obviously, I'm not an idiot; there were two of them against one of me, so I had to put up with it silently, but each comment and laugh they made only enraged me more.
It was clear that they had noticed my presence and were making comments loudly on purpose. When we arrived at the terminal, with my face already red from humiliation and anger, I saw these guys heading towards the escalators, greeting each other, and while one of them looked straight ahead towards the exit, the other went to the bathroom.
I had planned to go to the bathroom to wash my face a bit and thought that finally my luck was improving. Now I had a solo opponent, and on top of it, he was alone in the bathroom, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone and confront him in the bathroom, see if he had as much desire to make himself look good. And besides, I had a barbaric haircut, which made me even more disgusted.
When I entered the bathroom, I saw him at one of the urinals, alone, which wasn't unusual since not many people go to these station bathrooms. I approached the sinks and looked at him discreetly but with intention, so he would notice that I wanted to start an argument. The guy caught on right away.
Did something get lost, chicken?
And did you lose your friend, or is it just a bum? Did they leave you alone?
The guy left the urinal while buttoning his pants and I could see his cock for a brief moment, which made me stupid for a moment because it was quite large but also pretty big-headed. The guy... He gave himself an account and started laughing, which returned me to reality. Red with rage and shame, I followed the discussion ready to fight if necessary but without realizing that his friend, who had left, was behind me. Evidently he had gone back to the bathroom due to necessity or perhaps because he forgot to tell him or give something to the other, never knowing for sure. The thing now had these two dirty bums, one behind and one in front of me, which was starting to scare me a little. I wanted to pretend to leave while keeping my pride by saying they weren't worth it or something like that, but I don't remember exactly what came out of my mouth, but the next thing I knew is that they had me on my knees and one of them, the first one I had faced, was pushing me against his cock but above my pants. I wanted to kick them in the balls right there, but at the same time I couldn't resist smelling their crotch like it was their obedient little slut. - Shut up, you stupid! - he told me while pulling my hair and kicking me from behind, when I tried to scream - Now you're going to eat it like a good chicken slut that you are - added the first one and this time pulled his cock out of his pants, leaving it just an inch from my mouth. I don't know if it was the surprise, the pain I felt or an unconscious desire to obey the male bummer, but my mouth opened instantly and his brunette and smelly cock entered me violently, making me gag. It had a bitter and quite strong taste, which made me sick but I couldn't help sucking it compulsively, as if I were a slut reeking of cock. - That stupid! Suck it, you dirty chicken, do it all - he told me while pushing my head back. At the same time, the second bummer was pushing me from behind and due to the speed of the movements, it was noticeable that he was getting hot and entering adrenaline - I'm going to make a mess out of River's stupid - said the second one, with his voice clearly denoting much excitement and for the Sounds that could be heard, I was taking off my pants - Stay on the bell better, you jerk - he said to the one who was sucking his cock, with a hoarse and interrupted voice. But the other didn't pay attention and then I knew what was coming. I don't know if it was an instinct for survival; to save my honor as a fan or rejection of my lifelong rivals, but there I regained consciousness and moved violently as if to get away; but two or three punches and kicks were enough to have me completely dominated and with violent movements, with my pants half down and my ass exposed. Mpppppphhh! - I wanted to protest but had a cock-blocking mouth, which made my humiliation and impotence unbearable and I started crying while the second jerk, with great ferocity, buried his cock in my ass. They were screwing me by mouth and ass like animals, grunting like pigs as tears fell from my eyes and all I could do was suck and suck, remembering the defeat on the field and now resigning myself to an even more extreme humiliation; again at the hands of those colors that I hated so much. They symbolized Boca and its shield, which increased my shame and rage and the pain became more intense until suddenly and unable to avoid it, they started filling me with cum. The heat and stickiness of the cum, which I perceived as much in the throat as in the ass, made me put my eyes back, completely defeated and surrendered, with saliva dripping down the sides of my mouth. With tearful eyes and hazy vision, I fell to the floor on my back, while seeing vaguely how these two guys exchanged lustful and playful glances at the same time that they adjusted their pants. I thought it was all over, but they had one last trick up their sleeve. The second jerk, the one who had given me a blow job from behind, pulled out his cock once more and started peeing, aiming at the shield. from River on my shirt. I already didn't have strength to resist myself, I stayed there, defeated, humiliated. with the mouth and asshole full of cum and on top, pissed, something I wouldn't have expected even in my worst nightmares.
It was a complete and categorical defeat, extremely degrading, and the only thing I could expect with all my being is that it had been the last...
To my unpleasant surprise, in the same car, I see two guys wearing that blue and gold shirt that I hate so much talking and commenting on each other. To make things worse, they were discussing the game and making derogatory comments about my team. Obviously, I'm not an idiot; there were two of them against one of me, so I had to put up with it silently, but each comment and laugh they made only enraged me more.
It was clear that they had noticed my presence and were making comments loudly on purpose. When we arrived at the terminal, with my face already red from humiliation and anger, I saw these guys heading towards the escalators, greeting each other, and while one of them looked straight ahead towards the exit, the other went to the bathroom.
I had planned to go to the bathroom to wash my face a bit and thought that finally my luck was improving. Now I had a solo opponent, and on top of it, he was alone in the bathroom, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone and confront him in the bathroom, see if he had as much desire to make himself look good. And besides, I had a barbaric haircut, which made me even more disgusted.
When I entered the bathroom, I saw him at one of the urinals, alone, which wasn't unusual since not many people go to these station bathrooms. I approached the sinks and looked at him discreetly but with intention, so he would notice that I wanted to start an argument. The guy caught on right away.
Did something get lost, chicken?
And did you lose your friend, or is it just a bum? Did they leave you alone?
The guy left the urinal while buttoning his pants and I could see his cock for a brief moment, which made me stupid for a moment because it was quite large but also pretty big-headed. The guy... He gave himself an account and started laughing, which returned me to reality. Red with rage and shame, I followed the discussion ready to fight if necessary but without realizing that his friend, who had left, was behind me. Evidently he had gone back to the bathroom due to necessity or perhaps because he forgot to tell him or give something to the other, never knowing for sure. The thing now had these two dirty bums, one behind and one in front of me, which was starting to scare me a little. I wanted to pretend to leave while keeping my pride by saying they weren't worth it or something like that, but I don't remember exactly what came out of my mouth, but the next thing I knew is that they had me on my knees and one of them, the first one I had faced, was pushing me against his cock but above my pants. I wanted to kick them in the balls right there, but at the same time I couldn't resist smelling their crotch like it was their obedient little slut. - Shut up, you stupid! - he told me while pulling my hair and kicking me from behind, when I tried to scream - Now you're going to eat it like a good chicken slut that you are - added the first one and this time pulled his cock out of his pants, leaving it just an inch from my mouth. I don't know if it was the surprise, the pain I felt or an unconscious desire to obey the male bummer, but my mouth opened instantly and his brunette and smelly cock entered me violently, making me gag. It had a bitter and quite strong taste, which made me sick but I couldn't help sucking it compulsively, as if I were a slut reeking of cock. - That stupid! Suck it, you dirty chicken, do it all - he told me while pushing my head back. At the same time, the second bummer was pushing me from behind and due to the speed of the movements, it was noticeable that he was getting hot and entering adrenaline - I'm going to make a mess out of River's stupid - said the second one, with his voice clearly denoting much excitement and for the Sounds that could be heard, I was taking off my pants - Stay on the bell better, you jerk - he said to the one who was sucking his cock, with a hoarse and interrupted voice. But the other didn't pay attention and then I knew what was coming. I don't know if it was an instinct for survival; to save my honor as a fan or rejection of my lifelong rivals, but there I regained consciousness and moved violently as if to get away; but two or three punches and kicks were enough to have me completely dominated and with violent movements, with my pants half down and my ass exposed. Mpppppphhh! - I wanted to protest but had a cock-blocking mouth, which made my humiliation and impotence unbearable and I started crying while the second jerk, with great ferocity, buried his cock in my ass. They were screwing me by mouth and ass like animals, grunting like pigs as tears fell from my eyes and all I could do was suck and suck, remembering the defeat on the field and now resigning myself to an even more extreme humiliation; again at the hands of those colors that I hated so much. They symbolized Boca and its shield, which increased my shame and rage and the pain became more intense until suddenly and unable to avoid it, they started filling me with cum. The heat and stickiness of the cum, which I perceived as much in the throat as in the ass, made me put my eyes back, completely defeated and surrendered, with saliva dripping down the sides of my mouth. With tearful eyes and hazy vision, I fell to the floor on my back, while seeing vaguely how these two guys exchanged lustful and playful glances at the same time that they adjusted their pants. I thought it was all over, but they had one last trick up their sleeve. The second jerk, the one who had given me a blow job from behind, pulled out his cock once more and started peeing, aiming at the shield. from River on my shirt. I already didn't have strength to resist myself, I stayed there, defeated, humiliated. with the mouth and asshole full of cum and on top, pissed, something I wouldn't have expected even in my worst nightmares.
It was a complete and categorical defeat, extremely degrading, and the only thing I could expect with all my being is that it had been the last...
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