Chapter 2

I was wrong yet again. He isn’t ready to rape me. Not yet. But what he ordered me to do next was nearly as awful.

“Reach down with both hands and spread your pussy open.”

I stared at the ceiling as my hands obeyed his orders almost of their own accord. But once I had my most intimate opening spread wide for his amusement he said, “Look at me! Look into the camera. I want to see your eyes. That’s half the fun.”

Sick bastard! But I looked up at him and my eyes slowly followed him as he circled me with the camera again. He chuckled and said, “I wish your tits were a little bigger. But I love the way they stand up on your chest like that. That’s sexy.”

After completing his circle of my prostrate body he sank to his knees near my feet. He’s still fully dressed and still holding the camera so I’m reasonably certain he isn’t going to rape me, yet.

Every time I think this situation can’t get any worse he surprises me. With his free hand he pushed my legs a little farther apart and said, “Play with your pussy. I want to see you cum.”

I can’t do that! Not like this! Not here with him watching! But I know I have no choice. I’m certain I won’t be able to have an orgasm. But I’m already beaten. I’ve already surrendered. I have to go through the motions.

I allowed my overexposed pussy to close and began to lightly caress the area the way I normally do when I’m not using the shower massager, the way I do it when I masturbate alone in my dark bedroom with no one watching. I traced my dry opening with my fingertips for a moment and then with my other hand I began to tease my clit. The little organ is erect, swollen from the things Jeff was doing earlier I suppose. But that’s the only sign of arousal. Beyond that little mindless nub my body remains totally unresponsive. I try to decide whether it’s better to keep this up for a few minutes and fake an orgasm or just keep doing it until he gets bored and moves on.

Ultimately I’m saved from making that decision. He quickly comes to realize I’m not going to have an orgasm. He says, “Don’t stop.”

He gets to his feet and backs away. The camera never stops recording my shameful behavior. Not until he reaches the corner of his bedroom. He stops recording for long enough to reach into the corner and pick up a stand of some sort. I don’t recognize its purpose until he spreads the legs and extends them, but only partially. He places it on the floor near me. I only realize it’s a tripod when he attaches the camera to the small platform on top.

I continue to mindlessly trace circles around my clit while he aims the camera and turns it back on. He drops to his knees at my feet but this time he grins down at me and says, “It looks like you’re having a hard time. Maybe I can help.”

I DON’T WANT YOUR HELP YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!

But I don’t dare say that out loud. Instead I look down between my breasts as my next door monster stretches out on his stomach and inches forward until his face is located right above my pussy. Even as I felt his warm breath on my skin I don’t think I yet realized what he intended to do. Not even when he spread my legs a little farther apart and ordered me to return to playing with my tits.

I thought he was just looking. I didn’t realize what he intended until I watched him lower his lips to my mound and the shock of being kissed and licked around my virgin slit washed over me. I’ve heard the term “eating pussy.” Everyone has. I never expected it to happen to me. Not days after my fifteenth birthday. I never really gave it a lot of thought. If I thought about it at all I suppose I thought it sounded more than a little disgusting. I certainly didn’t have any idea how it would feel. I couldn’t have. I would have never imagined it would feel so good that even as a prelude to rape the sensations of a warm, moist mouth on and around my pussy would feel so breathtakingly good. And then, when his lips closed down on my clit and he flicked it with the tip of his tongue I nearly passed out!

I hate this boy. If I had the means I don’t think I’d have to think twice before ending his sorry life and ridding the world of him. But Jesus! Suddenly the fear and the humiliation were forgotten. I still want to kill him. But not yet! Not just yet.

It wasn’t until after an earth-shaking orgasm washed over me and my mind began to clear that I realized how low I’ve sunk. What kind of girl has an orgasm while she’s being molested?! I was horrified that I’d given in to the pleasure he forced upon me.

I had very little time to dwell on what just happened. As soon as he brought me to orgasm Jeff stood up and I opened my eyes to see what new form my degradation is going to take. Our eyes met. He smiled down at me and began to slowly undress. He kicked his sandals off. He peeled his t-shirt off and as he unfastened his belt he smiled down at me and said, “Now it’s my turn.”

I want to look away. I’ve never seen a boy undress before. I’ve seen a few pictures of naked men. To be honest I’ve had mixed feelings about what I saw. A sexy guy in his underwear or a pair of swimming trunks can be quite attractive. I’m not as certain how I feel about the few male sex organs I’ve seen in pictures. I mean that. I’m honestly not sure how I feel about them. They look strange, different, a little bit threatening when they’re erect. They’re only slightly less intimidating when they’re not erect.

Jeff dropped his shorts and kicked them away. As he reached for the waistband of his jockey shorts he said, “On your knees, bitch.”

I struggled to sit up and then get up on my knees. I looked away as he pulled his underwear down, baring the surprisingly large organ underneath. But as much as I don’t want to see it, my eyes were drawn back to his erection. It’s the first one I’ve seen in real life. I can’t help being curious. It still looks threatening.

Under his breath he suddenly exclaimed, “Shit! I almost forgot!”

I watched in dismay as he went to the camera and tripod and adjusted the aim, focusing on my face now. He looked through the viewfinder to double check the aim and then returned to his position in front of me. He grinned down at me for a moment, watching me stare at the first male sex organ I’ve ever seen.

A minute later he moved a little closer, coming to a stop only about half an arm’s length from me. His large, male body seems even more intimidating now. The knob at the tip of his dick is only about a foot from the end of my nose. It isn’t huge, just average from what little I’ve heard and read. I’d guess it’s about seven inches long, give or take half an inch. It looks fatter than I imagined it would. It’s hard and throbbing and the dark red, helmet shaped head is glistening with some kind of clear fluid that’s oozing out of the hole in the end each time it throbs. The shaft is a different color than the head. It’s more of a very light brown as though it’s lightly tanned from exposure to the sun.

His balls seem large, though I have no idea what’s considered average for a set of testicles. The ugly sac hangs down underneath him, dangling between his slightly spread legs and looking like it must be very inconvenient as he goes through his everyday life. They (is it they or it?) are all wrinkled and very ugly. His groin, except for his dick and balls, is covered in curly, dark brown hair, a narrow line of which is growing up towards his navel.

I’m surprised to see the individual testicles inside the sac moving slightly even when he’s standing still, contracting and expanding to some extent as if he’s consciously flexing them as he stands before me now, watching me examine him. I don’t know how large his balls are, of course. But the sac containing them is about the size of my fist.

To be honest my first impression is that, as body parts go, his genitalia are repulsive. For a few seconds, though, I wondered if I’d feel differently if I were with a boy for whom I had feelings or if I were feeling aroused instead of humiliated and terrified.

He’s amused. I see it in his eyes and I can read his mind. He knows I find him revolting and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He doesn’t want me to be aroused. He doesn’t want me to want him. It excites him that I hate what he’s doing to me.

After giving me far too much time to stare at his sexual equipment he moved closer, not stopping until his erection came to rest on my face. I attempted to jerk my head away but he drew his arm back as if to slap me and I instantly surrendered. I returned to where he wanted me with his hard dick running up alongside my nose and between my eyes. His testicles are pressed against my lips.

His aroma is distinctly male but at least he’s not all hot and sweaty from shooting hoops the way he often is at this time of day. He isn’t daisy fresh but he has apparently bathed sometime today. It isn’t his odor that’s making me ill. It’s the idea that a guy whom I abhor is pressing his exposed sex organs against my face.

He flexed his hips, sliding his dick around my face for a moment before pressing his balls against my lips again and saying, “Give me a kiss.”

I moaned in disgust but I was too afraid to refuse. I’ll die if he hits me with that antenna again. I pursed my lips and gave his disgusting sac a quick kiss. I shuddered violently in revulsion but I remained in place with his sex organs pressed against my face.

He sighed as if to make it clear he’s dealing with an idiot and said, “I guess that was my fault. I didn’t make myself clear. I want you to make love to my balls. I want you to kiss them and lick them just the way I did your cunt a few minutes ago. When I tell you it’s time to move on you’re going to do the same thing to my cock. When I’m ready I’ll let you know and you can suck me off. Remember all that cum I rubbed into your tits three weeks ago? That’s all going in your mouth this time. And you’re going to swallow it. If you screw this up I’m going to tie you down to my bed and turn you into a red and white zebra with my antenna.”

I want to puke just listening to him describe the nasty things he wants me to do. But I believe him when he says he’ll beat me with his old antenna. He doesn’t seem to care about the consequences of his actions. For some reason he isn’t concerned that when he finally lets me go there’s nothing to stop me from telling my parents or the police what he’s done. In a way I brought this down on myself by not telling on him last time. I’ve learned that lesson! If I don’t tell on him this time there’ll be no reason for him not do it over and over until he gets tired of me.

I try not to think about what he has in mind for me. I can’t even imagine how awful it’s going to be when that same foul slime he rubbed into my blouse three weeks ago is blasting out of the end of his dick and filling my mouth. I suppose I’d rather have it there than in my pussy. At least that way I’ll remain a virgin. And I won’t have to worry about getting pregnant. But there’s no way anything that smells as rank as his cum is going to taste alright. I hope I’ll be able to swallow it. One stroke with that antenna was all the motivation I needed to get me to do all the terrible things I’ve done here this afternoon. The idea of being struck repeatedly is terrifying and I don’t believe for a second it was an idle threat.

I’ve known, or at least suspected, for a long time that there’s something not quite right about Jeff. He proved me right three weeks ago and he’s proving it again this afternoon. I’m not certain I really know what a psychopath is. The television shows I’ve watched have left me with the impression that, among other things, a psychopath is someone who isn’t concerned with the consequences of his actions. That seems to describe Jeff and it’s scary as hell.

I tried not to think about my neighbor’s mental status and what it might portend for me as I covered his disgusting scrotum with quick little kisses, merely touching my pursed lips to the prickly, hairy, wrinkled flesh. I kept it up until he slapped the top of my head and growled, “Use your fucking tongue, stupid.”

I obeyed instantly, licking his balls now with just the very tip of my tongue. I was forced to pause several times to remove kinky little hairs from my tongue and from between my teeth but except for that I diligently bathed the entire area with my tongue until he backed away. He went to his desk and returned with a straight chair. While he was doing that I glanced at the door but I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell I could get through it before he caught me.

He placed the chair in front of me, checked the focus of the camera again and muttered, “I gotta get a cameraman.”

When he was satisfied with the camera angle he sat in front of me and said, “Okay. Now you can start licking my cock. Do it just like you would if you were eating an ice cream cone and it’s starting to melt.”

The clear liquid is now covering half his dick ... his cock. Cock, it’s such a nasty sounding word. It’s much more appropriate in this asshole’s case. I looked at it for a moment, watching as even more of the clear liquid pumps out of him and seeps down his throbbing cock. I shuddered in revulsion and timidly whispered, “What is that stuff? Are you ... what is it?”

“It’s lube, stupid! Don’t you know anything?!”

I still don’t have a clue. It must be obvious from the expression on my face. He leaned forward and reached down, running a single large finger through the opening to my pussy. He sat back up and showed me the clear liquid he collected on his finger. I had just enough time for a quick look before he stuck his finger in my mouth. I didn’t even have time to react.

Almost instinctively I sucked his finger clean. I could taste nothing, or at least nothing but his slightly salty finger. He removed his finger from my mouth and ran the tip of it through the clear, thick coating of slimy looking goop covering the top half of his cock. I watched in horror as he held his finger up to show me and then shoved it back in my mouth. I gagged but not from the taste. It was a purely mental reaction. I was reassured when I realized that whatever it is at least it doesn’t taste as nasty as it looks. In fact, I didn’t detect any taste at all.

With his finger still resting on my tongue he said, “It’s the same shit. It’s lubricant. Men and women both lubricate when they get turned on so it doesn’t hurt when a guy sticks his dick in you.”

I’m not turned on!! I feel only revulsion! But still, it’s a relief to know it isn’t pee or anything really nasty coming out of that hole ... not yet anyway.

I shuddered with revulsion but leaned forward until his cock was nearly touching my nose. I stuck my tongue out and gingerly touched it to the base of his cock. It jerked straight up suddenly and violently when my tongue came into contact with it. And then it jerked back slapping my face and leaving a trail of slime on my cheek. He chuckled and said, “It likes being touched. You gotta hold it. Wrap your fingers around the bottom couple of inches and hold it steady.”

I’d rather hold a frog! Hell! I think I’d rather have to lick a frog! His dick looks nasty. My logical mind tells me I should let him beat me with the antenna with which he’s constantly threatening me. Those red stripes would be all the cops would need to put him away and no cock and bull story he might come up with would explain them away. But I can’t bring myself to do that. And logic aside, the thought of anyone seeing the recording he’s making of me doing all this sex stuff with no clothes on makes me nearly as uncomfortable as the thought of being tied up and whipped.

I reached up and grasped the base of his cock with two fingers and my thumb. It still throbbed but not as violently now. I touched my tongue to it again and started licking, putting off as long as possible running my tongue through the thick layer of slime covering the top half of it.

He watched me, obviously enjoying how much I hate doing this even more than the sensations he’s receiving due to the inept manner in which I’m performing the onerous task. He didn’t say anything until my tongue reached the first of the glaze of lubricant halfway up his cock. I felt the slime on the tip of my tongue and I gagged violently. I realized once again I wasn’t reacting to the smell or the taste. It’s just the idea of doing something so nasty.

He finally tired of my performance and growled, “Alright. Quit fucking around or we’ll be doing this all damn night. Use your whole tongue, not just the tip of it! No! You know what? Fuck it. That’s enough screwing around. Put it in your mouth. It’s time for your first lesson in sucking cock. I ain’t gonna last long. I’m horny as hell. I’ve been thinking about doing this for three weeks. Remember what I said earlier. If you don’t swallow every fucking drop of my cum I’ll make you wish you were dead. Look in my eyes, bitch! Does it look like I’m joking?”

I don’t have to look in his eyes. I believe him. I’m not certain I can do what he wants. But I believe he’ll make me suffer if I don’t.

I pulled his hard, throbbing cock away from his belly and opened my mouth wide enough that I could take as much as would fit in my mouth without getting that slime on my lips, though I don’t know why that seemed important at the time. As I leaned forward and his cock began to disappear into my mouth he warned, “Watch your teeth. If you hurt me I’ll hurt you.”

The underside of his cock came into contact with my tongue and I gagged again. But I forced myself to keep going. I closed my lips around his slime covered cock and slowly allowed more and more of it to enter my mouth. I gagged again when the tip reached the back of my throat and I backed off until it was no longer touching. I honestly had no idea what I was supposed to do next. My lips closed around the thick shaft and I started sucking on it as though it was a large piece of hard candy. I’m all too aware that the liquid which coated his cock a moment ago is now coating my tongue and each time I swallow I’m swallowing some of it. I told myself not to think about it but that wasn’t even a remote possibility.

Jeff watched me for about thirty seconds before he laughed loudly and exclaimed, “Jesus you’re a dumb fucking cunt! You really don’t have a clue! You’re fifteen years old for Christ’s sake! By now someone must have explained how to suck a cock. One of your girlfriends must have described it or you must have come across a picture or a dirty movie. I mean, damn! Everyone knows how to suck a cock!”

Through my tears I looked up at him. I really don’t have any idea what I’m supposed to do. It isn’t something I’ve ever talked about with my equally naïve friends and I’ve never seen a dirty movie. I don’t have access to dirty magazines and I have no desire to gain access to them. My internet usage is strictly monitored. And yes, I’m fifteen. But I just turned fifteen. I’ve heard the descriptive phrase “sucking a cock.” But I never thought I’d be doing it, certainly not anytime in the near future. I was never all that interested in the mechanics of the obscene practice. I just knew it sounded nasty and it’s something adults and some older kids do.

Jeff shook his head. I can’t make out the expression on his face. Everything is blurry because of my tears. But I know what I’d see if I could see him. He can ridicule me all he likes. It won’t make any difference. I don’t know what he wants me to do.

He solved that problem. His hands clamped down on the sides of my head and he said, “Like this, stupid.”

He began to slide my mouth up and down, driving his cock nearly all the way to the back of my throat but thankfully stopping before gagging me with it. I got the point right away. He said, “Just like that. Keep your lips wrapped tight around my cock and use your tongue. Keep your teeth away from my skin and let’s get it on. It’s in your best interest to get good at this in a hurry. You’re going to be doing it a lot from now on.”

I don’t think so!! But now isn’t the time to argue the point with him.

He took his hands away from my head and I continued on my own. Doing it this way is more difficult than just sucking on it as the name implies. But at least with his hands gone I’m able to control how much of his cock enters my mouth.

After only a few minutes he said, “Put your hand back on my cock the way you had it before.”

I wrapped my thumb and two fingers around the base of his cock the way I had them when I was licking his cock a few minutes ago. He adjusted my grip until my hand was wrapped around the base of his shaft. Then he closed his hand over mine and started sliding my fingers up and down on the lower half of his cock. When I was doing it just the way he wanted he said, “You can do it like that for now. Once you get some practice and get a little better at this you won’t need your hand.”

Again, I have no intention of getting more practice or becoming better at pleasing him this way.

He moaned and under his breath he exclaimed, “Jesus that feels good! I’m almost there, bitch. Get ready.”

Seconds later he snarled, “Faster!”

I sped up the movement of my mouth and my hand sliding up and down on his shaft and seconds later I felt my mouth filling up with that stuff he sprayed all over my blouse three weeks ago. Cum! He’s filling my mouth with cum!

I began to gag violently as that awful, bitter cream sprayed the back of my throat. I started to pull away without thinking. But before my mouth came off his cock I remembered his threats and I forced myself to remain in position. I discovered it was easier to accommodate the stuff in my mouth with only the head of his cock between my lips. My hand continued to speed up and down his shaft and I forced myself to swallow the foul tasting liquid. I had no choice. It was about to start to escape from between my lips and as horrible as swallowing is I knew if I spilled any it would get much worse.

More seconds passed before he reached out and stopped my hand. He held it in place and sighed loudly before explaining, “After a guy cums his cock is real sensitive. You gotta let it alone for a minute. Just hold it in your mouth and let the cum drain out of it. You can swallow. But do it carefully.”

I want to scream at him. I want to make it clear I don’t care. This is never going to happen to me again! I’m going to make certain it doesn’t. Maybe I’ll finally find the courage to tell on him. I don’t know. But even if I don’t I’ll never let him catch me on the way home from school again. I’ve learned my lesson.

I had to swallow half a dozen times before I was able to get all that slime out of my mouth. I finally managed to stop gagging but now my throat burns as if the stuff I just swallowed is acid. I can’t make up my mind if that’s because it’s so bitter or if it’s all in my head.

Another long minute passed before he slowly slid more of his cock back into my mouth. It isn’t hard anymore but it isn’t totally soft either. He patted me on the head and in a surprisingly pleasant voice he said, “Not bad. Not good, but not bad. You’ll get better. Remember what you were doing when you first started sucking my cock? I want you to do that now. Just kind of nurse on it and get my cock hard again.”

Again! SHIT!!! I thought we were done!! I want to go home!

The tears started flowing again as I nursed on the top half of his cock. Anything to satisfy him and get the hell out of here! In almost no time at all I felt his cock getting hard again. I told myself I can do this. I’ve done it once I can do it again. Get this over with and go home, brush my teeth, shower and then cry my eyes out until my parents get home. By then I’ll have had enough time to decide if I should tell them what this bastard has done to me.