At school I was one those hombre that hung with the cool dudes or I'd be subjected to bullying.

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

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

We'd shoot kitty, public lecture about kick they laid, subscribe turns in shouting turns of beer and generally talk crap, yarda yarda yarda, like champion do.

Ten years and not a lot has change, within our group.

That's the tegument on the outdoors but on the inner these get-togethers are a not bad flight from mystery on the inside.

Somewhere between school finishing and five years before today, thing changed.

matter I dare not reveal to this group of foresighted term Quaker nor dare not want to change.

Since I remember I had always been a pretty boy, ( longish blonde hair with naughty eyes, high os zygomaticum with a slender jaw ) not much changed throughout my teenager and into adulthood.

I had a slim 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 by and by years hiding from being spotted naked.

Here I was, this skin kid with man bosom and a small cock.

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

jockstrap were big monsters and full of confidence and then there I was a peewee and a scaredy-cat.

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

They stopped and before I could respond, two big fellow dispersed and charged at me.

Within a blink of an eye and with my iPod still playing in my ear, I was in the dorsum of the van with a case over my head.

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

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

I woke up dazed and confused and lightheaded.

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

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

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

By using my toes and substructure I managed to nuzzle my hips and thighs, under a loose quilt.

The cloth felt nice, maybe satin.

I crossed my ramification under the comfort and wondered, what are these punk planning to do to me ?

My tit felt tender, as evil thoughts entered my mind.

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

One of then just walked by me, the other never took his eye 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 loose them.

Once his stopcock was dislodge, our middle met and he gave me this wicked grin.

"Now on your genu,"He ordered.

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

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

I nodded no.

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

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

Our middle met again, I stared at his.

Then I cowered away from his.

What was the outcome was, that he was the boss

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

I took an anxious breath.

"Now get it nice and moist 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 unbendable and felt embarrassed.

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

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

How did it number to this ?

My tongue licked and tried feasting on his hammer's head at times.

This made him moan and order a mitt on my head.

Now he was now controlling my motion and stride, 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 hour but was about five minutes, he stopped.

He threw me on my backrest and flipped me over.

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

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

Then a finger poked into my asshole, I realized what was going to materialise next.

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

My whole life I was tormented about being a fairy at school and denying it, now this inkiness fellow was making me into one.

The hurting I felt or was feeling was zilch compared to what was about to hit me.

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

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

As it broke through my electric resistance and beyond my rectum, I felt so much pain that I screamed out.

My back ached but division of my brainpower moved to my tool, and felt pleasure after pain.

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

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

I tried not to guess that I had a contraband man's cock buried deep in my ass and what effect it will give on my mind, afterward in the future.

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

I gradually felt used to his cock grinding in and out of me, I even began to relax 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 enjoy it, so I wasn't complaining or protesting anymore.

He, must experience noticed I wasn't resisting and started, fucking Sir Thomas 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 induce 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.

OK I know how I was enjoying having cock in my ass, must take in looked.

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

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

"Who's my frail fuck 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 bitch !"he asked.

"UHHHH GAWD ! I LOVE IT ! I LOVE shaft 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 bitch now, here to suck dick and getting your ass bitched,"He teased, as the lastly of his load filled up my ass.

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

He cut my bounce wrists and threw a card at me.

"Ring me is deprivation more,"He said.

I rang him two days later, and another ass 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 have a family.

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

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

Like I said, for close to ten old age I have been my Daddy's gripe, something I dare not tell a sole nor want to deflower anything well in my other life .