2: Whiplash
The morning after our Friday night encounter, I could barely move around in my bed or sit. Unable to rise until 2pm, I enjoyed the calm and comfort of a weekend day with nothing to do, and replaying in my mind what Vinnie had done to me. I did not dare jerk off. He hadn't responded to my text.
Once I got out of the bed I managed to drag myself to the window. Parked in front of Vinnie's house was a car I was familiar with from school. It belonged to Teddy, one of Vinnies friends. He was a football player (normal, European football, sorry for editorializing), a tall, wiry guy with light blond hair and a perpetual smirk. It wasn't strange for them to hang out, and I even participated once in a while, playing video games or just chilling.
This time, no call or text came. I spent the day hanging by my window, smoking, scrolling and spying. A few times I saw them in the backyard, but nothing more. I could hear them laughing and the noise of been cans opening.
Teddy left around 9pm. I saw him with Vinnie in the backyard, trying to convince him to accompany him, and then leaving and Vinnie going back in. I didn't move. I'd only moved to piss and shower.
About an hour later the text came. It was the same text I'd received countless times before :
- weedover? -
Sleepover + weed. As we always did. I responded immediately that I was on my way, grabbed my weed and skins, changed into sweatpants and fled my bedroom into the backyard and through to his.
When I came into the studio he was sitting on the couch facing the tv, zoning out in front of Netflix, a burning stick between his fingers and a beer in the other hand. He was wearing a wifebeater and soccer shorts with tall white socks, kinda lounging around. "Bro, beer yourself and come over," he said, "I'm watching some bullshit."
For about two hours, everything was normal. As if he hadn't raped me the night before, in the very bed that stood a few meters from us. We barely talked about girls, for once, but rather about school, friends, a party next weekend, and we played a bit on the console.
"Teddy was here this afternoon," Vinnie said at some point, "but he needed some R&R, guy time, yeah? Sorry I didn't invite you, lil bro."
"It's okay, Vinnie."
"I saw you by your window." He didn't say it mean but it left us both silent as the remark hung in the air. "That's why I said I'm sorry."
"Yeah, it's - it's really alright, Vinnie. You... You decide."
Still nonchalant, he said, "Do I?"
"Yeah, I mean, it's your house, you invite whoever you want." From the amused look he gave me, I gathered I'd saved it. We were playing pretend, I realized. "Anyway, how's Teddy?"
"Broke up with his bitch, so angry and horny. She busted his balls for three months and didn't even let him hit. Cunt." He took a drag off the joint, passed it over and said with a flat, bored tone, "Just for comparison's sake, let's take you. When you finally get a boyfriend, how long you're gonna make him wait to hit?"
I was paralyzed. I'd never officially come out and we were pretending nothing had happened so I didn't expect him to bring up something along those lines. As he turned his eyes towards me, I pretended I was only thinking about my answer.
"It's okay, lil bro, I'm not gonna judge your answer if it's too slutty. Or too uptight."
My eyes cast downwards, I replied in a whisper, "Probably if he's my boyfriend that means he's already hit, you know."
He laughed warmly and clapped me on the back. "Exactly, man! Get it while it's hot!"
And we went back to playing.
An hour later it was time for good night blunts. Tonight however, as we started rolling, he said, "Two each, ok?" That was barely a question. Though he was still friendly, it was a clear order.
As we got under the blankets and lit up, he took out his phone. "Got some stuff to show you, but you gotta be cool about it, yeah? Just like my home videos, no talking about this to anyone."
The video he pulled was a phone filmed by another. A Snap conversation was open and I could see whoever was talking had sent each other nudes, male and female.
Then Teddy's voice came on : "Look at what she sent me, man, and she won't let me fuck" and his finger started scrolling through. She was showing breasts, pussy and ass. In between were pictures of Teddy's body and cock. "Look at what she had me send her just to do nothing about it," Teddy said again as the conversation turned to videos of him jerking off.
My breath was caught.
"What do you think little man?" asked Vinnie all proud. "Finally found a video for the both of us. Pussy and cock. You like Teddy?"
I hesistated. "Yeah, he's cool."
"Nah, bro, I mean, like-like. You think he's hot?"
"Yeah... yeah."
"Well, look," and he typed on the screen to send me the video. "Now you can start your own little collection." And we went back to watching. Vinnie made lots of comments about Teddy's ex girlfriend, her body and what he'd do to her, and at some point, while Teddy's cock came back on screen, he said, "Dumb bitch, look at the fucking weapon she could have been taking."
"Maybe she was afraid of it hurting," I suggested.
"Fuck that. Real dick lovers wouldn't hesitate, right?" He planted his eyes in mine. "Would you?"
I turned back to the paused video on the screen. Teddy's cock fully displayed. It was perfectly straight, appropriately veiny, and shiny with precum.
"No, I wouldn't, I don't think," I finally admitted.
"Fucker told me he had 8 inches," Vinnie said with disdain. "I thought I'd be bigger but we're the same length. I'm thicker, though."
Soon after the video was nearing the end. The last thing the girl sent was a 30 second video of her fingers playing with her pussy lips. Vinnie talked through all of it, calling her a nasty slut and encouraging her as if she were listening. Then we saw the last thing Teddy sent : a 15 second video of himself nutting all over his abs, filmed in the mirror. We watched that completely silent, then Vinnie turned off the screen, finished his first blunt and got the second. "Did you like it?"
"Yeah." Then, with more confidence: "Yes, I did. Thanks for sending it to me. I won't say anything."
"No worries, man. So... you're gonna jerk it to Teddy?"
There was not hint of mockery in his voice so I answered truthfully, "I used to already, kinda, with his insta pics."
"Nice," he replied.
I finished my first blunt too and picked up the second. When i settled back, laying on the bed, Vinnie said, "So, you never really came out to me."
"I'm sorry," I replied too honestly. I could not figure out what he was playing at. "I thought you'd be mad."
"Oh." As I looked at him I saw he was actually surprised. "Honestly I always thought it was because you had a crush on me or something."
Now it was my turned to be shocked. "Oh, uh, I mean, you're definitely hot but -"
"Thanks, lil bro!" He was smiling like I was the first person to ever compliment him.
"It's - you're welcome. It's just... it's not like a crush."
"No? What do you mean?"
"Like... I'm not doodling our names together in my notebook or dreaming of you being my boyfriend."
"But you do think I'm hot." Not a question. A reminder.
"Yeah, Vinnie. I mean, you get lots of girls so it's not surprising."
"Sure isn't," he chuckled to himself. "But what do you like about me?"
I suddenly realized the friendly way he was acting, ignoring the rape, all that was just to get me to play along with a new thing. He had enough of teasing me with his sextapes. We were doing something new.
So I said, "You sure you really wanna know?"
"Hell yeah, little man. You know everything about my tastes in girls, you've even seen my videos. If you've seen my dick," he added, nicely eluding the fact I'd had it in me, "you can tell me a few embarrassing things. Sooooo, what do you like about me?"
He played the situation with humor so I chuckled along. Sure I was deeply ill at ease, but I meant what I said in my text : I'd do anything. I'd offered to keep me around just to beat, so why not this?
"Well, I like your face, first off. You're a pretty boy, but you know that."
"Sure do, girls say so all the time."
"But that's all they say, right?" I teased him as much as I allowed myself. "I like your muscles. The fact that you have some but are still skinny and wiry, not a stack of meat like some gymbro." Vinnie smiled at that. "I like your long hairy legs. I like your feet, bare but also when you wear white socks and slides. Should I keep going?"
"Fuck yeah," he smiled back. "No one's ever said something like that to me. Before you keep going, though, I gotta know... what would you do with my legs?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, I get a foot fetish. Or muscles, I've seen porn. Legs fetish, though? Like, if we did stuff, what would my legs be good for?"
I got a bit of confidence from his pleasant reaction, so I answered, "I'll tell you if you send me the video of you from last summer where you're fucking so fast it slips out and you almost put it in her ass."
He considered that a moment, smiled, grabbed me by the shoulders and brought us closer together on the bed. "Answer all my questions and you'll get the whole collection."
Without even thinking it through, I nestled closer into him and inhaled his smell. It was a mix of sweat, beer and weed. "For real?"
"For real, lil bro."
I wanted to sink my face into his armpit. There I was, cuddling with my rapist, getting hard , and flushed like a teenage girl. "Thank you, Vinnie "
"Don't thank me yet, lil babe, you gotta tell me about the legs."
I made it like I didn't notice the change and started stuttering an answer. "Well, like, imagine I'm, like, sucking your dick or licking your balls or a... anyway like, on my knees -"
"Yeah, I can see it, between my legs."
"Yeah... well, like, I like the idea of your legs just, like, over my shoulders, like, keeping me down, or wrapping against my neck..."
"Freaky!" he responded with a celebratory tone. Then he sqeezed my shoulders. "See? Not that bad to admit it."
"You're right, it's okay."
He turned to me, lowered his voice and said in a conspirational tone, "It even made me kinda hard to think about strangling some bitch with my legs while she's choking on me. You got some good ideas, kid. Definitely worth some videos."
"Thanks, Vinnie."
"If you really wanna thank me," still with the same tone, "there's something you could do for me."
I swallowed audibly before saying, "Anything, Vinnie."
"You remember yesterday when I was showing you videos and I let you touch it over the pants?" He said it like he hadn't made me do it without asking or mentioning it until now. Like I'd meekly asked if I could perhaps touch it, a bit, over the pants.
"Yeah, I remember." Fully committed to the game, I added, "Thanks for that as well, Vinnie."
"Hey, it's all good, little man. It was good for me too. That's why I'm wondering if you can do it again. Like, if we get like this," and he pushed me closer into him, "and you let me hold your blunt, you can slip your right hand under the comforter. Just tell me when you wanna smoke."
I barely hesitated before saying, "Of course, Vinnie."
He immediately picked the joint from my fingers and put it down on the ashtray next to him, then looked at me expectantly as I lowered my arm under the duvet and reached his belly. I kept going down, slowly, until grabbing his bulge. "Oh, fuck yeah," he moaned, "press on it, lil babe, see how hard it gets."
"Yes, Vinnie," and I did just that for a minute. Save for breath and sheets, we were silent as i got him from half to fully hard, clutching his growing dick in my hand.
"Tell me more, bro," he finally said. "What else do you like about me."
My face was already half in there so I turned to towards his armpit. "The smell of your sweat."
"Fuck yeah, kid. Girls want me to smell like perfume. You really are a freaky one."
"Sorry, Vinnie."
He laughed mockingly. "That was a compliment, idiot. You're finally getting on my level. Hey, if you like my smell, you should get your hand inside my boxers and then smell it." He said that so naturally and with a pleasant tone. With an inviting smile, he waited for me to do that.
I slowly inched my fingers into his boxers. His cock was already hard and tenting the fabric but even so, it took me a minute to lift it and slide into the moist heat down there. His pubes tickled the inside of my hand on the way down. As i finally grabbed his cock, he took a deep breath.
"Yeah, squeeze it a moment," then breathed out. His arm around my shoulders pulled us closer together. "Grab my balls, now," so I lowered my hand until i did, my fingers closing around a large, hairy sacks. "Let your hand soak up my sweat, lil bro, take a minute..."
And I did. Slowly breathing in his armpit sweat, I gave his balls gentle squeezes for what felt like a few minutes. Twice, he brought the smoking joint to my lips so I could inhale.
When he felt I was both high and ready enough, he moved his mouth to my ears and whispered, "Go ahead, babe, smell me."
When I finally pulled my hand out of the covers, I cupped it over my nose as fast as I could and inhaled. The smell was dizzying. I closed my eyes and breathed in again and again until I remembered I wasn't alone.
Vinnie was smiling. "What do you think?"
I did not hesitate a single second to tell him the truth. "I wish I could sleep in there with my nose in your balls."
"I could wrap you in my legs," he suggested.
"Fuck, yeah."
He laughed in a friendly manner and so did I. "You can get your hand back in there, if you want." As I did, he pushed the joint to my lips. "You know, I have an idea, something that could be good for the both of us. But you gotta be chill about it, okay?"
"Always, Vinnie. Anything you want."
"Good babe. Listen," before I could really register the new nickname, "We're best friends, right? And we help each other, right?"
"Of course, Vinnie."
"So, I'm thinking... you don't have a boyfriend, ever, and you don't seem ready to come out, and I'm never getting enough pussy, you know? Always horny over here." We laughed at that but I let him carry on, not knowing where he was going with this when he has forcefully fucked me the night before. "So I'm thinking, we could, you know, help-help each other like that because I did like it when you made me come over the clothes the other night, and I don't mind you touching me right now or the way we're laying together right now. So if you want, I can be, like, a substitute boyfriend until you get one. We can cuddle like we're doing, and you can jack it for me or..." he bit his lip dramatically, "I think I'd be okay with you sucking it for now."
"Really?" I was choking out before realizing he was somehow gaslighting me and I wasn't fighting back.
"Yeah... I'm not yet completely comfortable with the idea of making it with a guy, you know, but I'd try for you. You'd have to be under the covers though, so I don't see a guy on my dick. But that's just for now and you said you wanna sleep in there -"
"I really do, Vinnie," I said squeezing his dick, at the border of jacking him off outright.
"Well..." He pushed the dwindling joint between my lips. "Get your fill and go down there, babe. I'm gonna turn off the lights once you're there and this can be our bedtime. You can stay as long as you want." He made a shy smile and looked down. "I'm sorry, I don't feel comfortable kissing you yet... I'm a bad boyfriend already."
"No, Vinnie, don't worry, you don't have to. I'm just gonna take care of you like a good... like a good girlfriend should." I la
yed a quick, soft kiss on the side of his armpit. "Thank you for letting me."
"Anything for my lil bro."
The arm around my shoulder started pushing me down, gently, but without ambiguity, as he finished the last of the joint. Soon I was submerged by the blanket, my mouth kissing at his ribs, his hips, his boxers as I was going down.
As soon as I positioned myself between his legs, he wrapped both his legs around my body, settling his feet at my lower back. Unable to lower his boxers, I just shoved my nose in there while slowly pulling his balls then cock through the leg hole.
There was no holding back. I could stay there as long as I wanted so I wasn't about to draw it out. I slipped my lips over his tip to open up the foreskin and washed it with my tongue to get any and all precum left.
In the total dark I still couldn't see his cock and only knew how sizeable it was based on videos. So I wasted no time. The head cleaned off, I dove down on the pole until my lips reached pubes. Through the covers I heard a moan, and I felt the legs around me squeezing harder and harder the longer I kept his cock balls deep in my throat, as if trying to break my ribs.
I kept his fat cock in there until I cried, slowly spreading my spit to his balls and massaging them with it. Then I started sucking outright, for long minutes, alternating between throat and milking precum out of the tip. It was completely uncomfortable and I couldn't care less. The comforter was so heavy and we were so close that we both were drenched in sweat. I could barely breathe and his legs were squeezing out of my lungs what little air I could inhale. I kept drooling and drooling, drowning his hairy balls that I wouldn't let go off with liters of spit and precum.
And I had no idea how long I was down there. At some point, I felt the comforter move a bit, then a hand grand me by the hair and push me down, balls deep on the cock. Vinnie kept me in place with his hand and legs, unmoving, for a few seconds, before letting our a fat load of cum. He shivered and shook for a long minute and then relaxed. His hand patted my head, I heard him say, "Good night, babe," and then he grabbed my hair again and made sure I stayed balls deep with the cock in my throat, his legs never leaving my back.
His thick cock still hard in me, I fell asleep (or passed out horny and high) under the comforter, choking and barely breathing.
I woke up still in the dark from a kick to the belly and ended up in a ball in the middle of the bed, the temperature quickly dropping qs the comforter was completely removed. Before I could react I was kicked again, then two feet fell flat on my face.
"Fucking faggot, you couldn't help yourself." Vinnie's voice was dripping with rage. "Last time you were touching me, now you waited for me to sleep to get between my fucking legs, when I trusted you enough to give you a second chance." And his feet started pushing hard on my face, trying to bury me in the mattress. "That's why you should never be friends with faggot betas. You can't help trying to touch and suck me, you fag." He removed his feet and grabbed me by the neck, up the bed towards the pillows. Holding us face to face, he started choking me. His face was a mask of disdain and anger. Once, twice and thrice he spat on me. "You're fucking pathetic. Couldn't stop yourself."
I managed to croak out a "I'm sorry, Vinnie."
He laughed. "Sorry? Too fucking late, faggot. I do you the favor of hanging out with you even though you're a loser with no friends and you can't even repay me with respect for the fact I think you're disgusting and unfuckable. What did you think? You're sleeping in my bed because I'm too polite to put you where you deserve, which is the fucking floor. Did you really think it was an invitation to perv on me?" When I attempted a response, he slapped me across the face. "Shut the fuck up. I woke up with your mouth on my balls, in my book that means I get to crush yours, but I'm not gonna do that here and now. No, I'm just gonna show you where you belong." And he threw me off the bed, down on the floor. "On your back, fag." Once I was laying at the foot of the bed, he took off his boxers snd threw them away. For the first time, even through the darknessz I saw his cock, a weapon of 8 inches and massive girth, veiny and already dripping with pre. "You like how I smell? You wanna lick me?" To both I nodded yes. He smiled at that, and turned to his dresser. "Yeah, but rewarding you seems like a bad idea, doesn't it?" And he pulled out of one of the drawers a belt. Next, he was kneeling down over me, and looping it around my neck to make a leash. "I'm gonna be clear with you, fag, because you can't seem to get basic shit through your empty cock obsessed head. My dick is for girls. Actual fuckable girls with tits and cunts, pretty hairless girls, not ugly ass skinny ass pieces of shit like you." He started pulling on the best, slowly strangling me. "The fact you take liberties with me when I'm trying to be nice, well, I should beat you bloody for it, but I don't want trouble from your dumbass parents, so I'm gonna punish you another way." At that, he raised himself over, straddled my face facing my feet, and planted his ass on my face, hole square on the mouth, his hand still pulling on the belt. "Now eat, faggot."
He wasn't dirty but he wasn't clean. There were hours of sweat in there, hours spent sitting exactly on his ass. He was hairy and the coarse black fur was stinking of musk. Within a second i had my tongue extended as far as possible, trying to get as deep as I could into his asshole.
"That's right, fag, keep fucking eating. Don't fucking stop until I tell you to. You're good for nothing else."
He gave me a few minutes of leeway just licking out his asshole while taking most of my air away, before he unleashed the last part of the punishment : as he started grinding his hole directly onto my extended tongue, and driving me wild with lust at the same time, he suddenly grabbed my cock with one hand and balls with the other, without taking them out of my boxers. Then he started crushing. From then on, I never had a single second of respite as he alternated between squeezing my genitals as hard as possible or outright slapping them, especially my hard dick.
All I could think about was asshole and pain. His hole tightening around my tongue drove me insane, and all the slaps on my cock made me try to push even deeper into him. Then, I could only feel one of his hands on me, grabbing at my balls and pulling them away. His body was shaking, his asshole spasming on my tongue. I understood he was jacking off and soon felt warm liquid on my belly, boxers, over my hard cock and even on my thighs, and heard a long, satisfied sigh.
Vinnie stood up, pushed his discarded boxers into my mouth, and before I could react, started kicking me in the ribs until i was on my side, at which point he started hitting in the belly and balls. He didn't let up until he was satisfied with how hard I was crying, and smiled at me as he got back into bed, under the comforter. "Now, this is your place. Good night, faggot."
In the morning, I was awoken by a gentle squeeze of my hand, and fingers moving the hair from my forehead and eyes.
"Hey, lil bro." Vinnie was all smiles. "I think you fell off the bed last night. So, did you enjoy your first night with me as your boyfriend?"
