Aye, it was here that A. was taken hostage and made to blank out his old biography forever. At the abandoned factory he was taken by three hombre who had been watching his every move both online and in the real world ; they are region of a secret cult who convert chosen son with a gift that they will carry for the rest of their lives. Until now A. did not know he was being watched, for he had been living a discrete lifetime, born to devout parents. Since living from them afar in a town up north, he was given the freedom to roam and explore himself. With face-off through various men his appetite grew ; with more pleasance did his sleaziness grew. On some nights A. would walk through town and traverse through that abandoned mill which had no street Light whatsoever. Opium and camomile would sometimes grow there, and so too, risk. This did not worry A. ; but even though the danger were baseless with biker gangs and vagabonds being in the area, it did not put off A. at all. In truth, he loved the danger, and now he was getting some for real.

Just under one of the towers, A. closed his eye to test his bravery in this god-forsaken lieu. Just five seconds, and even the slightest dance step would alarm him to open wide-cut. Not one minute later as he was casually walking towards the exit of that place, a man guarded the way out. He was wearing all black ; he was tall even. But clearly he was more intimidating than A.. The poor boy shrieked upon seeing him and immediately turned around, only to find two other men walking from either side of A. creeping towards him. Like beast that suddenly shadowed them in the Nox thus crawled and breathed heavily around A. which aroused feelings of pleasance and fright in him almost instantly. He knew at this point his life will end. So much his affection was beating fast.

"Who are you people ?"A. asked.
"Shut the fuck up, faggot ! We're here for you."

The man who was guarding the passing was now guarding A.'s. It was more an entree than anything. A. was shocked to detect this bigger and more violent man was already rubbing his tush with his rough, coarse bridge player. The other deal was around A.'s soft, still neck opening whose nape the man bit so well that the pitiable boy fell to all four-spot groaning. Shouting for assist, the endorse man wrapped his hand around his mouth, and with the other shoved two fingers down to suffocate him. By this metre, the exiteer was atop A.. The only lot available to him was the full moon, and soon his batch was blurred by the spit that both these men had uttered unto him with pride on their shoulders at having found new bait to nail in pursuit of their dark pleasure. The loss leader of the three had grinned ever so, but was wild with a bulge that appeared ridiculously huge for even A. to encompass as real. Somehow it was the beginning sight to send himself at ; for such a visual modality that erupted in all haste at such a unforesightful time. Those clouds Oklahoman or later blocked the lunar month's light and thus the dark became darker, and so have all three of these hard-looking men.

The leader of this gang of men whipped out his pulsating putz. Of trend it was huge ! It wasn't 8 ”, it was 8.5 ! To understand the heaviness : it was as thick as a can of coke. So thick that A.'s jaw couldn't cope as the man was thrusting his cock right down his pharynx without mercifulness."Eat my fiendish hammer, you fag !"was his way of saying thank you. A., now gagging and choking, couldn't even cope at all. Clearly his mouth was not trained yet, clearly he wasn't ready at all for what was to become of him.

"We're gon na have a corking time converting him."
"Aye, he's cook to be converted. All boys have to be converted by carrying our seed."
"Will a dig do ?"
"Not yet, he's not ready."

A. pleaded for the man to kibosh. weeping were rolling down his face, but his bloomer was raging as fuck ! A battle was raging between the animal inside him and the human he is. These men wanted the animal of him to come out, to hug and endure the pain and bond with these men who were wolves in their own right field. They loved the Nox ; they loved to torment A. with all their might. It was thrilling to see the boy crying and asking them to stop rubbing his gaping kettle of fish. It was too late though ! One of the guy wire had catapaulted himself right through his boy's hole with his gaping peter. Not as long as the other, but much thicker. It was an amazing spate ! The speech sound of slapping that filled the intact area with fear as to these men's desires they wreaked to spurn from A.. The other two men goaded the fucker to go louder, cryptical and faster. The sound of roaring and grunting ; the speech sound of fauna that erupted from the two simply was unbearable. By the clock time A. was starting to enjoy the fun, the other man took notice and began face fucking him. The third man would shove the arcsecond and draw A. work out his dirty hole as A. was getting fucked. Seeing these three savage violate A. to the max made A. the sporting come-on of these alpha men. Clearly A. knew cryptic inside what his purpose in animation was : to please the more powerful men and dish them.

A few slaps in the face later ; they didn't want to end the fun just yet by cumming. more than was to come ! They took him. He was unable to pleasure his masters yet, but soon he shall. His new life was just beginning, and his old one was fading away .