James Part 3: Martin

“Are you ok?” he asked, still smiling.

I nodded as the events of last night came rolling back into my mind. It was a confusing blur of images, but I remembered what had happened. The feeling of my bruised ass testified to the events. I rolled out of the bed, and went to the kitchen to get some juice. Ian followed me down the stairs, with his robe hanging open. He placed his hands around me from behind as I sat down, and tried to hug me. I shrugged him off. He laughed, but left me alone. The silence lay heavy on the room, and I decided I had to get out. I drank down my juice and fled to my room where I got dressed quickly. With similar haste, I left the house and headed for the skate park.

I spent all morning just hanging around, but not doing a lot. I needed time to sort out my head. When I returned home, Uncle Ian and Martin were eating lunch. I could feel Martin undress me with his eyes. For pretty much the rest of the Christmas holiday period, life remained the same. The night before Martin went back of leave, turned out to be a turning point. Ian had left the house, on the pretence of visiting friends, leaving me alone with Martin. He wasn’t long gone before Martin made his way up to my room. He stood at my room door, and looked in at me. I was facing away from him, playing some shoot-em-up on my Playstation, but the hairs on my neck rose. Deciding to ignore him I continued playing – but something inside me knew he was going to go away. It only took moments before he came up behind me, wrapped on strong arm around my neck, and shoved a bottle of poppers in front of my nose. I was forced to inhale the fumes, and soon my head was spinning.

He let me go, and slid his hand down to my chest, and tweaked my nipple.

“Well slut”, he whispered, “you want some”.

He pinched my nipple hard, making me gasp. He took that as confirmation of my desire. He swung my chair around and pushed my face to his crotch. I could feel his hard cock almost pulsing beneath the denim of his jeans. He brought the poppers bottle to my nose again and I inhaled it deeply. I reached up and unzipped his jeans and placed my hand inside. I could feel his hard cock pushing against the material of his underwear. I suppose I didn’t have a choice – Martin’s stance and body language dictated that this was going to happen either way. I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, then used my hands to free his hard cock from his underpants.

“Suck it bitch” he commanded, in a tone which left nothing to debate. His army training, tone and posture gave him the air of someone who was used to giving commands and having them obeyed. I peeled back the foreskin and began to lick all over, then slowly taking it into my mouth. I tried to remember how I did it the other night, but my memories were still only jumbled visions of events. Martin grabbed my head with his left hand and forced his cock down my throat, and with his right hand began to tweak my left nipple really hard.

“Oh yeah bitch. Suck it you little faggot. Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah. What a little cocksucking cunt you are”.

This went on as he pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth, allowing me to get small gulps of air before it filled me again. To my surprise, I felt my cock harden. An element of disgust rose within me as I realised my body was enjoying this on some animal level, and loving the names he was calling me.

“Yeah you little cocksucking whore. Suck my dick boy. Suck it. Eat it down you cunt”

I began sucking harder, trying to keep pace with his ferocious fucking of my face. Eventually he pulled out, and wiped his slimy cock head across my face. Martin instructed me to strip. I was nervous about complying, but then I figured he’d already seem me naked, and I had nothing to lose. I pulled off my t-shirt and pulled down my jeans. Next off came my trainers, socks jeans and underwear, until I was standing there naked, with my hard cock sticking out. Martin came over and turned me around, and roughly stuck a finger into my arse. I yelp at this invasion, as unlike the night previous, he did not lube his finger. As he pushed in further and further I moaned as his penetration was making me really sore. He pushed the poppers under my nose again and made me take some hits. With this my body relaxed, and his digital penetration continued. All the time he continued to berate me and call me names, a fact which now began to stimulate me even more. He pulled his finger out, then whispered to me as he pushed his hard meat up my boy arse:

“This is really going to fucking hurt you”.

I yelped as it ploughed into my tender hole. Martin reached around as he slowly pulled and pushed his cock inside my arse and fondled my balls.

“Ooh bitch boy…that’s so tight”

He shoved in hard and made me grunt with the pain. This was no gentle fucking. Every movement, every thrust made me groan out with pain. I pleaded with Martin to stop, but every plea was met with a new volley of insults. Soon, even this was not enough for him as he started to tug my balls, and squeeze them roughly, causing me severe pain. My responses were exactly what he wanted, and the intensity of the verbal abuse and pressure on my tender testicles increased the more I protested. After what seemed like an eternity, he began to breathe deeply, and I guessed he must be close to cumming. As he came, he grabbed my two testicles and yanked them hard away from my body. I almost screamed with the intensity of the pain. It was like nothing I’d felt before. The obvious discomfort I was now in seemed to send him over the edge.

“Fucking pussy boy. You wanted that you little bitch. Ahhhhh yeahhh, your cunt is filled” Martin whispered as he pulled out his slimy and shit stained cock from my ass. He told me to turn around, and then came close to me. I didn’t know what this meant, as he stood only inches in front me. There was silence for a few moments, until Martin swiftly raised his knee and connected it with my aching balls. I screamed and collapsed on the ground, rolling around with the pain. Martin laughed, and grabbed my by the hair and pulled me up until I knelt, sobbing in front of him. His cock was hard already, and he pushed it towards my mouth. I knew I didn’t have a choice and began to clean the dirty cock with my mouth. It was only a matter of minutes before I had cum some more of his cum, this time splattered on my face. With that Martin pushed me back on the bedroom floor and called me “a little faggot cunt” as he walked away.