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Sweet Little Faggot

MB, anal, oral, ws, scat, rape
A palimpsest based on a story by Rachel

Graham had let his best friend talk him into going to this party. Even though they were both well underage, his best friend didn't seem to think it would be a problem. And besides, ‘they might meet some cute high school girls,’ he said. The partyers turned out to be older than high school age — more like college age and it was a frat party with no girls. Graham felt a little out of place and kept thinking he obviously looked like he wasn't even in high school yet, but nobody else seemed to notice, though Graham didn't mingle very much feeling outside his comfort zone with the older boys. One of the college boys, very tall and handsome, was smiling and making deliberate eye contact with him causing Graham to feel uncomfortable.

Hoping his friend hadn't ditched him, Graham began looking for him when he found himself alone in a large den. It was nice, with a lot of books and stuff, but Graham wasn't very interested. In fact, Graham thought he'd probably be in trouble walking around the house.

Graham was only a few feet into the room, and he was just about to turn around and leave when he heard the door close behind him. Graham looked to see the tall, dark-haired man who had been staring at him. He was older, maybe eighteen or so, but unmistakably in great shape. Graham felt a pang of jealousy actually that at twelve he was still more boy than man. He opened his mouth to excuse himself, but the man spoke first.

“You're a sweet, little faggot, aren't you?”

 

Graham didn't know what to say. It was as if the man was speaking Greek or something. Graham didn't understand at all why he'd say something like that to him.

 

“Excuse me?” was the best Graham could do.

 

SLAP!

 

The man forcefully struck Graham’s face with his right hand leaving a red handprint behind.

 

“I said ‘you're a sweet little faggot!’ ”

 

SLAP!

 

“Aren't you?”

 

Graham felt his face flushing in humiliation, and his whole body started to shake. He brought his hand to his cheek and looked at the college boy standing before him. He was so confused that he just wanted to run out of there and get away. No one had ever treated him like this.

 

SLAP!

 

The man hit Graham on the other side of his face, and it stung even worse than the first one.

 

“Do you like that, faggot?”

 

SLAP!

 

“Do something about it. Make me stop.”

 

SLAP!

 

Graham was crying now, cowering before the man while trying to cover his face. He didn't know why he wasn't moving. He told his feet 'move!' but they didn't. He could only look at this handsome guy with his wet, injured eyes as the college boy towered over him, smiling and watching him. Graham’s embarrassment was amusing to the college boy; he was enjoying it!

 

“Yes. You're a sweet, little faggot, but not much of a fighter though.”

 

With those words, the older teen suddenly punched Graham hard in the stomach. Graham felt the air rush out of him, and he couldn't get it back again. It hurt worse than anything he'd ever felt in his life! He was down on the floor trying to breathe when he saw a foot, his tormentor’s foot, encased in gleaming black leather suddenly appear next to his face.

 

“Lick it, faggot. Kiss my foot, and I'll forgive you.”

 

Forgive him? For what? Graham tried to tell the college boy that he was so sorry for everything he'd ever done in his life that might have upset him, but he had no breath, no air to make the words. Graham was holding his tummy and wheezing, and the college boy wanted him to kiss his foot? Graham put his mouth on his leather shoe and let his spit run out of his mouth onto it. At least it seemed to satisfy him for now.

 

The college boy bent down and pulled Graham’s shoes and socks from his feet. He stood up, grabbed Graham by the arm and yanked him to his feet. Graham felt the college boy’s hands on his chest and he tried to push them away. The college boy forcibly slapped Graham’s face, his hands fell to his side, and then the unbuttoning of his shirt and the next thing Graham knew his shirt had been pull down his shoulders and off his body exposing the soft, hairless chest.

 

“You don’t know how much you are turning me on right now.”

 

The college boy tweaked Graham’s nipples until they were erect.

 

“Sweet tits, little faggot.”

 

Graham stood there staring at the college bully. Graham knew there was no way out of the situation he found himself. Graham stood in shock, as his belt was unbuckled, the snap unsnapped and the zipper pulled down. The college pulled Graham’s pants to his ankles. Graham’s little dick bulged in his dinosaur-patterned briefs. The college boy kicked Graham in the balls. Graham fell to the floor squirming in pain as the college boy reached down and yanked the pants off the writhing body.

 

Excellent, faggot! Now, I'm going to make you mine, sweet, little faggot!”

 

Graham was still getting some air back while the college boy undressed in front of him. His athletic body was perfect. No fat at all, just lean, smooth muscle and flawless white skin. His cock was enormous and firm, and his balls were hefty and plump, much more than Graham would ever hope to have. His enormous cock looked grotesque and abnormal jutting obscenely from his body. Stroking it, he ambled over to Graham as he lay there not saying a word until he was kneeling next to him.

 

“I'm your master now. You're just another faggot in my little pack. I'm going to teach you how to fuck, and I'm going to teach you how to fight. You'll have to do both if you want to survive. Do you understand me?”

 

He reached down, ripping away Graham’s briefs and exposing his little dick and balls. He grabbed his balls and twisted them hard, squeezing them.

 

“Do you understand, faggot?”

 

Graham cried out in pain and shock, “Yes! Yes! Please...I understand!”

 

“Good.”

 

Graham was on his knees, bent naked over one of the stuffed chairs while the college boy was working three fingers in and out of his virgin asshole.

 

“Graham, I feel your fag button, way up in there.”

 

The college boy laughed, and Graham gasped as he felt the college boy’s long fingers tickling something that made his dick hard.

 

“How old are you?”

 

Twel...Twelve, Sir,” Graham croaked.

 

The college boy fingered him with one finger at first, then quickly added another, and now the third. Graham felt his ass walls painfully stretching around his tormentor’s fingers. It seemed too much, and his ass was on fire. The college boy turned his hand sideways, adding his pinky and Graham was suddenly whimpering loudly as his immature boy-cunt stretched even farther.

 

“Twelve and never been fucked, huh? I’ll fix that, don't you worry, faggot.”

 

The college boy worked his four fingers in and out slowly, twisting and turning them, forcing Graham’s sphincter to relent as his muscles protested weakly. Graham was thrusting his hips, moving this way and that as if unsure if he wanted to avoid his tormentor’s touch or encourage more. Graham wasn't escaping fingers impaling his asshole as they worked to turn the hole into a cunt. Graham gripped the padded arms of the chair tightly, digging his fingers into them, and braced the top of his head against the seat back, looking down at the cushion.

 

“Here we go, faggot...time to say goodbye to childhood!”

 

The college boy breached Graham’s virgin ass with his thick cock, and steadily pushed into him until he was in balls deep. It hurt a lot, and Graham was squirming as he attempted to get away, but his tormentor grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head back painfully.

 

“This is your first lesson, faggot, lose a fight, and the winner gets to do you…just...like...this!”

 

Punctuating every word with a hard jab deep into Graham’s burning rectum, the college boy’s thick, long cock was splitting him with his cock, and he knew it. Graham felt like it was tearing through him into his soul. Nothing had ever felt so painful in his life as the vicious fuck he was receiving. Graham was screaming, praying someone would come and stop the rape as the deafening music thumped on the other side of the door. But they didn't. The college boy kept pulling Graham’s head back, excruciatingly arching his back so he could look into his eyes as he raped the tight, little ass, as Graham valiantly fought to keep the invading cock out. Graham was blubbering now and not just from the pain of losing his cherry, but also from the humiliation of being raped like this — raped by another man.

 

His tormentor gave him a viciously, brutal, protracted fuck until he could tell that Graham wasn't fighting him anymore. Graham’s muscles had grown tired, and he acquiesced to the ruthless invasion of his most private place. The college boy was sliding smoothly in and out of the blood lubed hole, and it was evident his tormentor was enjoying it. He started to smite Graham’s ass harshly as he punch-fucked him, telling him what a sweet little faggot he was. He told him that he was going to be the best little faggot in the world and would be the perfect fuckhole and cumdump. Graham couldn't believe everything the college boy was saying. Graham gave up trying to understand as his body responded; he could feel the pain in his ass giving way to the pleasure. Graham was getting hard and beginning to leak pre-cum despite the pain he was enduring as his virginity was viciously taken from him.

 

Graham wasn't sure of anything except the carnival of chaos in his head. The college boy was going to finish the job and was going to break his cherry wholly and finally with his cock. The sensations intensified a thousand-fold as he punched his cock inside him. Grunting with the effort, ensuring his virginity was nothing but a memory forever more. Graham screeched as stars exploded behind his eyes.

 

The college boy let go of Graham’s hair and reached down to feel Graham’s nipples, making them instantly hard as he pinched and pulled at them. Graham was moaning now, softly but positively with pleasure. Graham couldn't help but move back and forth with his tormentor’s thrusts into his ass. And then Graham realized the college boy had stopped moving. It was only him fucking the cock up his ass while the college boy twisted, pinched and pulled at his tits. Graham was a little faggot fuck toy now, and he couldn't help it. Graham’s rigid, four-inch dick was copiously leaking pooling pre-cum on the floor. Graham rode the college boy’s cock, rocking himself on the stiff, virgin busting cock in his ass. Graham jockeyed himself on the college boy’s cock until his own dick blasted cum sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.

 

“Beautiful, isn't it?”

 

The college boy seemed as entranced as Graham was, and all Graham could do was pant for air and nod knowing for sure that he was no longer a virgin — his asshole now turned into a cunt. The college boy kept his cock inside until Graham’s body sagged. Graham’s dick was still drooling cum when the college boy pulled his cock out of Graham’s ass.

 

The college boy put his left hand on the small of Graham’s back, holding him down as he tucked his thumb into his palm and slowly began to impale his fist into the battered asshole. Graham screamed as his tattered boy-cunt grudgingly surrendered as the widest part of the college boy’s hand rudely shoved his muscles aside. It was every bit as awful as when the college boy raped his ass, but different too, and Graham embraced the idea, the pain of it and some odd portion turned it into pleasure.

 

Graham came suddenly, without even realizing he was so close when the college boy’s popped inside his boy-cunt, his sphincter closing tightly behind it, gripping the college boy's wrist. Graham shook and shivered and cried out as saliva and tears fell from his face. Graham was rolling his hips, rocking against that fantastic combination of pleasure and pain, even as the college boy's hand on his back tried to calm him.

 

He made his hand into a fist then, a real one, and Graham could feel it inside him. He'd been sleeping, or maybe just dreaming with violently painful orgasmic delight, and his body shuddered even as Graham dimly realized this The college boy was still inside his tortured and bloody boy-cunt. He was going deeper, turning his hand, so the bony ridges of his knuckles dragged across the soft tissue inside, already torn and unresisting. He fucked him slowly, keeping his fist inside him, moving it only a fraction this way and that, but it was quite enough to send him hurtling into one orgasm after another.

 

Graham was barely conscious when the college boy removed his hand, an experience every bit as painful as when he'd entered. Graham was stretched once more; his hole seemingly ripped apart as the college boy pulled his hand and fingers free. His tormentor held it up for him to see, all wet and shiny and pink with his blood.

 

“Sweet little faggot, that was nice, wasn't it? It's time for you to thank me for letting you have such a nice cums.”

 

The college boy stood up, sat down on the sofa, and spread his legs. His cock glistened with cum and shit. Graham exhausted and weakened, crawled on his hands and knees, as the college boy just sat there and watched, until his face was in his tormentor’s crotch. Graham could smell the musky-sweet cock.

 

Graham had no idea what he was doing when he took his first tentative lick of cock. He felt faint and dizzy, and his heart was pounding. It seemed so wrong, against everything he’d ever imagined himself to be and his face burned with shame as he lapped along the fuck-slopped, shit-streaked cock. His tormentor held his head, guiding him and encouraging him until Graham was sucking and swirling his tongue around the hard, filthy cock. Graham swallowed the tangy slime with a slight sense of disgust at first, but that was soon overcome as he found the creamy, tangy taste to his liking. The college boy stroked his hair.

 

“You're a natural cocksucker, aren't you, faggot?”

 

“Yeeesss...” Graham hissed, pausing barely long enough for that. Graham knew his mouth belonged on the cock. The cock made his mouth content.

 

Yes, Sir,” the college boy corrected him gently. “Lick my ass now, and do a good job of it!”

 

The college boy lifted his legs high, sliding down presenting the brownish pink pucker of his anus to Graham’s tongue. He kissed it gently and then went to work, as the college boy desired, wriggling the tip of his tongue against the college boy’s tightness until Graham felt him relax and open for him. Graham ate the college boy’s ass with his nose buried deep in his tormentor’s crack, eventually slipping perhaps half an inch deep and feeling the tight warmth of the asshole squeezing his tongue.

 

“Get deeper, faggot. I have something for you...” the college boy susurrated.

 

The college boy watched Graham with his dark eyes sparkling. Graham did as commanded, pushing his tongue further into the college boy’s anus. Graham sucked on the ass ring as his tongue shoved deeper into the anus, twisting and tickling the college boy, and then Graham could feel the soft firmness of his approaching gift. The tip of his tongue grazed it, and Graham could hear his tormentor groaning softly, pushing and then telling him to open his mouth.

 

Graham opened his mouth, feeling his insides burning and quivering with excitement. Graham was humiliated, breathless, and frightened, but so terribly aroused it almost hurt. Every sight, sound, smell, and touch flooded his senses. Graham probed the college boy’s ass with his tongue and kept his mouth open as his tormentor reached down to hold Graham’s head tight in his hands, keeping him steady and still as the long thickness of his firm shit emerged slowly from his anus and slipped between Graham’s lips sealing his asshole.

 

“Oh, you nasty, fucking whore — eat it...eat my shit...you pig...you cunt!”

 

His oppressor was moaning as his mouth filled with the acrid flavor of the college boy's shit. Graham was gagging, choking on the thought of what he was doing, but between his legs, his dick was juicing, quivering and bouncing with the need to climax. Graham chewed the shit, swallowing and forcing it down, his whole body shaking as he felt the shit sliding down his throat to settle in his tummy. Graham was nauseated and retching, and about to have his most glorious cum. Graham ate the whole thing and licked the college boy’s ass clean.

 

“Let me see!”

 

The college boy leaned forward, forcibly grabbing Graham’s face with his hand and squeezing his cheeks painfully so that Graham had no choice but to open his jaws. He inspected Graham’s shit stained teeth and put his finger in his mouth, making sure he'd swallowed everything.

 

“Good little faggot.” He chuckled, letting him go. “You're my little brown boy from now on.”

 

A moment later Graham was on his back, so the college boy gave him something to wash his shit down. He put his cock in Graham’s mouth, telling him to seal it with his lips, and then he pissed leisurely, controlling his bladder so that Graham could swallow every drop of the bitter urine. Graham drank greedily. He was unable to help himself. Graham was a cock whore, a piss, and shit slut. It had taken the college boy less than three hours to break Graham completely.

 

Graham was no fighter at all.

******

“Call your parents and tell them you're not coming home.”

 

They were taking a break so that Graham could drink the college boy’s piss once more and the college boy handed him the phone as Graham wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. It was one o'clock in the morning, and Graham was sitting on the floor near the college boy's bed. Graham had been sucking the college boy’s cock and being face fucked for three hours. His lips were numb, his tongue swollen and his throat raw. He could now take the thick, long cock balls deep into his throat.

 

 

Graham pressed the phone’s icon for his parents and was somewhat surprised to hear his father answer the phone on the first ring as if he'd been expecting it.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Graham? Where are you?”

 

His voice was angry with a touch of worry.

 

“Daddy, I'm sorry. Um…I can't come home right now.”

 

Graham spoke slowly, nervously, staring into the college boy's eyes.

 

“What? What are you talking about, Graham? You get your ass home now. No, where are you? I'm coming to get you.”

 

“No, Dad, you can't. I don't…um…I don't know where I am. A man, he…uh...”

 

Graham swallowed hard.

 

“What?”

 

“He makes me do stuff, daddy. I have to go now.”

 

“Graham...Wait! Graham...”

 

The college boy snatched the phone from Graham. He smiled while stroking the tears from Graham’s eyes with his thumb.

 

“You’re one sweet, little faggot.”