At schooling I was one those guys that hung with the poise dudes or I'd be subjected to bullying.

I think I worked that out early on when in 2nd year of high gear school.

Once school day for me was over, the gallant I hung with would catch-up on Sundays every month for a get-together.

We'd shoot pond, public lecture about bitches they laid, fill round in shouting spell of beer and generally verbalize shite, yarda yarda yarda, like ally do.

Ten long time and not much has alteration, within our group.

That's the skin on the outside but on the inside these get-togethers are a great outflow from arcanum on the inside.

Somewhere between schoolhouse finishing and five years before today, things changed.

things I dare not reveal to this group of foresighted term friends nor dare not need to change.

Since I remember I had always been a pretty boy, ( longish blonde hair with blue devil eyes, high cheekbones with a slender jaw ) not much changed throughout my teen and into adulthood.

I had a reduce barely 5ft 6 frame at end of my schooling.

When I was 16-17 I had developed gynecomastia, which was weird as I wasn't fat.

So I went thru the later years hiding from being spotted naked.

Here I was, this pelt kid with man boobs and a small cock.

Of cause I felt embarrassed, plus I was one of those anti-jock boys.

Jocks were big ogre and full of confidence and then there I was a runt and a scaredy-cat.

One day while in my betimes 20's, I was walking to the corner shop class with my iPod a van pulled up beside me.

They stopped and before I could react, two big fashion plate dispersed and charged at me.

Within a blink of an eye and with my iPod still playing in my ears, I was in the back of the van with a pillowcase over my head.

They had me overpowered and restrained, as they slowly beat back away.

I felt a prick in my neck and soon after I was out cold and asleep.

I woke up bedazzle and confused and lightheaded.

My head was aching from behind my right eye, I soon noticed I was bound.

Also I was naked on a subdued plush pink bed, in a room made for a girl.

After a while once my focus came back to me, I wriggled around and managed to sit up against the book binding of the bed's head.

By using my toes and foundation I managed to snuggle my pelvis and thigh, under a loose quilt.

The stuff felt dainty, maybe satin.

I crossed my stage under the quilt and wondered, what are these strong-armer planning to do to me ?

My nipple felt tender, as evil thoughts entered my creative thinker.

Then the big masked dudes walked over to the bed, with evil intentions.

One of then just walked by me, the former never took his eyes off me.

Once he buddy had left, I was what he wanted.

He walked right up to me and started to fidget with trousers and tease them.

Once his stopcock was free, our centre met and he gave me this wicked grin.

"Now on your stifle,"He ordered.

I wriggled up and knelt before him, with my arms still bound.

"Now be a good boy and wrap your faggot lips around my meat,"He ordered.

I nodded no.

After all I wasn't a fag and mere thought, disgusted me.

He raised an arm and held it up in the air for a few sec, and then it came down it an Creator thud on back of my skull.

Our centre met again, I stared at his.

Then I cowered away from his.

What was the outcome was, that he was the chief

"I won't ask again,"he warned.

I took an anxious breath.

"Now get it nice and dampish before taking it in your mouth,"he ordered.

I did as was told, I had his cock half way in my mouth before slowly pulling it out.

Then back in it went, I was scared stiff and felt embarrassed.

I sucked on his prick, swallowing the head and gently applying suction.

My thinker was screaming but then again, I was slowly calming down.

How did it come to this ?

My tongue licked and tried feasting on his turncock's chief at times.

This made him groan and come in a script on my head.

Now he was now controlling my apparent motion and gait, with his hands.

I was bobbing up and down his cock, while now and then he moaned.

"See, you're loving it now,"He said, I tried to frown.

After what felt like an hr but was about five minutes, he stopped.

He threw me on my rear and flipped me over.

My face on the quilt, when reached around my stomach and positioned my knees and torso the way he wanted.

He was pouring something into his hands and then rubbing around my ass crack.

Then a finger's breadth poked into my asshole, I realized what was going to happen next.

binge started to run, when more fingers teased, poked and probed my ass I began whimpering.

My whole lifetime I was tormented about being a faggot at school and denying it, now this black sheik was making me into one.

The botheration I felt or was feeling was nix compared to what was about to hit me.

When this dude positioned his tool near my recently manipulated asshole, I squirmed in anticipation.

He slapped my ass with his fat hammer a few meter, before pressing it firmly into my hole.

As it broke through my resistance and beyond my rectum, I felt so a lot nuisance that I screamed out.

My back ached but part of my brain moved to my cock, and felt joy after pain.

I breathed heavily into the quilt as he, relaxed his cock in my ass before pushing forward one lowest time.

His shaft had now bottomed inside my ass, I felt a twitch in my cock ( as if it enjoyed it ).

I tried not to think that I had a black man's cock buried cryptical in my ass and what effect it will experience on my head, afterward in the future.

It felt like I had an arm inside my ass, he pushed his body weighting against me and slowly grinded into me.

I gradually felt used to his cock grinding in and out of me, I even began to slack more.

His big salami slowly slid out from my ass and then back in, by now his pace was quickening.

I was beginning to slowly savour it, so I wasn't complaining or protesting anymore.

He, must have noticed I wasn't resisting and started, fucking more hard and faster.

By now I was in a euphoric state and thought it wasn't feeling bad, as everyone in the world claims.

He might have beat me to death, if I kept resisting.

So letting him have his way wasn't so bad, besides no one from my friend's forget me drug would find out.

"UH ... UH ... UH ... OHHHHH !"I moaned.

Okay I know how I was enjoying having cock in my ass, must have looked.

Especially that before tonight I was, a straight eyed wimpy heterosexual virgin.

I know I wasn't gay, so how come I was enjoying it so much ?

"Who's my feeble make love boy,"He teased.

"UH ... OHHH ... UH ... OHHH, ME ! I AM YOU FUCK BOY ! OOOH YEAH ... UH ... UH !"I screamed back at him.

"Say you love it, say you it squawk !"he asked.

"UHHHH GAWD ! I LOVE IT ! I LOVE pecker IN MY ASS ! OH GAWD !"I screamed.

I maybe enjoying it now but how will I tomorrow ?

"FUCK ME HARDER ! OH GAWD ! I think you're making me cum ! I blurted out.

"SO AM I,"He grunted.

"Yeah bitch, this is what you want,"He said and grunted again.

I just took it.

"You're my ho ass kick now, here to suck shaft and getting your ass bitched,"He teased, as the last of his load filled up my ass.

My fragile hitch eubstance just held the position, my ass still moved to his rhythm.

He cut my bound carpus and threw a card at me.

"Ring me is want more than,"He said.

I rang him two days later, and another fuck session resulted.

He sleep with owns me and now live in an apartment paid by him ( Big Jim ), my new daddy.

My weekends are mine, to do as I please.

He must sustain a family.

I don't need to bring, as he pays the rip and leaves me $ 100 for supplies.

As long as during week I am his gripe, and sometimes his friends.

Like I said, for close to ten years I have been my Daddy's bitch, something I dare not tell a sole nor want to ruin anything sound in my other liveliness .