Gay rape makes me a schoolboy cock addict #4

#Blackmail #Gay #Rape #Tween

By Harrison Sword

Blackmailed into underage by a workman who caught me watching porn.

Recap: a weedy schoolboy aged 12 is caught watching porn by a building foreman who films him for blackmail purposes then forcefully fucks his mouth, cums all over his face, then takes the boy’s dick into his own mouth.
Harry’s mouth closed over my entire fourinch erection and the feeling of warmth and wetness around my hardon felt wonderful beyond words. Then he made it even better by twisting his tongue all around my cock and gently stroking my balls with his hands.
But I could not relax and enjoy these sensations because he had just filled my asscleft with cum that he had scraped off my face and told me: “That’s for later.” He obviously meant to lubricate my ass for and I could not imagine his seveninch manhood penetrating my skinny little bum without injury. The thought terrified me.
Standing naked from the waist down on the lid of a school toilet was not a relaxing position. But after a few minutes or oral attention the sensations of pleasure made it easier to forget the fear and the awkwardness. A warm glow began spread through my whole body and it was so far beyond mere pleasure that it seemed almost spiritual.
I had felt something like this once before while regaining consciousness after an operation in hospital. When I described this to a doctor he whispered to me that this was the same feeling that heroin users got the first time they used. They then spent the rest of their addiction trying to reach that state of nirvana again and always falling short.
However, Harry’s next move brought my fears flooding back. The fingers of his right hand traced a line from my balls to my bum and he began to push globs of cum towards my hole. Suddenly there was a finger pushing on my anal rosebud, gently at first then with more and more force until it broke through to the inside.
I gasped with shock. In all the times I had jerked off to porn I had never thought of sticking anything up my ass so this was new and disturbing. There was pain, yes, but also pleasure.
Harry pushed his finger in and out, explored inside, then pushed in and out again. All the time he was working my cock with his mouth and tongue. It didn’t take long before I felt my second climax building.
“I’m cumming,” I warned, and was shocked to hear how my voice had turned into a girly squeal.
Harry increased the pace with both his mouth on my cock and his finger up my bum until my legs started shaking and I began to shoot my load. He kept pumping me with his mouth and didn’t let a drop of cum escape. Finally, when the flow had stopped, he shocked me again by letting my softening prick fall from his lips then standing up straight and giving me a deep and forceful kiss, pushing the boyjuice from his mouth into mine with his tongue then swapping it back and forth. I learned much later that this was known as a snowball kiss.
Finally, he grabbed hold of his cock and said the words I had been dreading: “Right, now for the main event. Hop off the toilet, turn round, grab the seat with both hands and put your legs apart.”
“No!” I protested. “I’ve done enough. If you put your cock in me when I don’t want you to then that’s rape. You’ll go to jail for it. I’m only 12. You’ll get 20 years at least.”
“Only if you tell someone, Princess,” he replied with a laugh. “And I‘m prepared to bet that you won’t.”
He grabbed my arm and started to pull me down from the loo seat, telling me: “I’m not saying it won’t hurt because it will. But I know what I’m doing and you’ll be OK. And by the time we’re done you’ll want to do it again. It’s time to be a brave boy, Princess.”
He got me standing on the floor then manhandled me into the position he had asked for. He had one hand working his cock to keep it hard while the other reached between my cheeks and pushed more cum on to my hole. Then he had a little white bottle in his hand. He unscrewed the top, shoved it under my nose and ordered: “Take a deep sniff.”
“What is it?” I demanded.
“Poppers,” he said. “The fumes relax your muscles and make it hurt less. Take some deep sniffs.”
I did as I was told, even though the plasticky chemical smell was horrible.
Next thing I knew something bigger than a finger had slipped inside my bumhole.
“What’s that?” I asked, my voice once again squealing like a girl’s.”
“My thumb,” came the reply.
He pushed it in and out several times, then something fatter took its place.
“That’s two fingers.”
He worked them in and out for maybe a minute, then pulled out and said: “I want you to breathe in quickly, then breathe out slowly. Breathe in for a count of two and out for a count of four or five. Then repeat.”
I started doing as he said. He was right behind me wanking his cock but not touching me at all. The suspense was unbearable. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Then it suddenly happened. Just as I began to breathe out for the fifth time I felt his cock push against my hole. I gave a little cry of fear and panic as he grabbed my ass on both sides and pushed his cock harder and harder against my tight little ring. If not for his hands holding me in place I would have shot forward and smashed my face against the toilet cistern.
I tried to keep up the breathing but then his cock finally forced its way inside me and all the breath left my body as I screamed in pain. It was the sharpest, most intense pain of my life. I thought he must have broken something and I would feel blood cascading down my legs. I screamed again but Harry just shoved the poppers bottle under my nose as he kept up the pressure with his hips. “Relax and take some more deep sniffs,” he hissed into my ear. “That’s the worst part over.”
I breathed in the nasty fumes as my ass continued to send pain signals to my brain. His cock head had broken through and he seemed intent on getting the whole thing inside me. I couldn’t tell how far he had progressed but pretty soon he started to pull out and push in again, going deeper each time. The pain was still there, but less intense, and very slowly the feeling of fullness as his cock pushed deeper into my bowels began to make me feel superhorny. My cock was hard again without having been touched.
On and on it went. It felt like I couldn’t take any more but every time he thrust into me it went a little bit deeper. At one point I managed to shift my hands from the toilet bowl to the top of the cistern behind it so I wasn’t bent over so much. Just after that his cock began to hit a spot inside me that was making me feel very good indeed. The more he pumped the better it felt and I could almost ignore the pain now. Much to my own astonishment the words escaping from my lips were no longer screams and protests. I heard myself saying: “Yes, oh yes. Aaah, oh, ah. Oh hell. Yes, do it like that. Oh, aah. Keep doing it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
Then the pleasure became so overwhelming that words were no longer possible. All I could manage was a torrent of single syllable moans: “Aaaah… aaah… mmm… aaah… ooh… aaah!”
This was building to a crescendo until finally it felt like a wave of sheer delight was breaking over me. And then I was spurting hot cum from my cock and it seemed to go on and on. How I managed to make so much after having spunked twice already seemed like a miracle, but there was the evidence right in front of my face on the toilet seat and cistern.
Harry was still pistoning in and out with ever more forceful thrusts. He was out of breath but managed to gasp a few words: “That was your first prostate orgasm, Princess. You’ll want more.”
I was still conscious of how deliciously full I felt with that big cock inside me but I needed a rest and hoped it would soon be over. I got my wish as Harry began to build to his own climax. And with a loud neanderthal roar he came inside me. I could feel the warmth and wetness as he filled me up. After a few more pumps he slowly came to a stop and for a moment we were suspended in limbo as we caught our breath. His cock was still inside but the pressure was reducing and before long I felt him pull out with an audible plop. Then I could feel his cum running down my legs.
“So now you’ve been raped, Princess,” he said. “Was it good for you? It was great for me. Tightest ass I’ve ever been inside.”
I didn’t say anything but I didn’t need to. He had heard my wild cries of pleasure and we both knew I would want it again.
Harry opened the door to the toilet stall, took a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear, then stepped out into the main area. He grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned off his cock, then pulled up his jeans.
“OK Princess,” he said. “That’s it, you’re in the clear. I won’t send the video or pictures to anyone who knows you.”
He paused. “But if you want to have some more fun, be at the café at the top of Streatham Common at 5pm on Friday. I’ll introduce you to some interesting people. Seeing as you insist you’re not gay, I might even let you fuck a girl.”
After those intriguing words Harry, my rapist and my lover, pulled on his highviz jacket, picked up his toolbox, and left the school toilet.
Now I had to clean myself up and think up some excuses for my stained clothes. But I was already working out what I would have to do to keep that appointment on Friday.
Note: that’s the end – for now. I’ve left this fourpart series open to a possible continuation but I have other deviant stories I want to tell first.

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By Harrison Sword
#Blackmail #Gay #Rape #Tween