Aye, it was here that A. was taken hostage and made to block his previous life story forever. At the vacate factory he was taken by three guys who had been watching his every move both online and in the real reality ; they are part of a hidden religious cult who convert chosen boys with a giving that they will have a bun in the oven for the rest of their life. Until now A. did not know he was being watched, for he had been living a discrete life story, born to devout parents. Since living from them afar in a townspeople up north, he was given the exemption to stray and explore himself. With encounters through several men his appetence grew ; with more pleasure did his seediness grew. On some dark A. would take the air through town and traverse through that abandoned mill which had no street lights whatsoever. Opium and camomile would sometimes arise there, and so too, risk. This did not care A. ; but even though the peril were gaga 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 column, A. closed his eyes to try out his courage in this god-forsaken place. Just five second base, and even the slight step would alert him to open up widely. 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 marvelous even. But clearly he was more intimidating than A.. The pitiful boy shrieked upon seeing him and immediately turned around, only to find two former men walking from either side of meat of A. creeping towards him. Like wolves that suddenly shadowed them in the night thus crawled and breathed heavily around A. which aroused smell of joy and fright in him almost instantly. He knew at this dot his lifetime will end. So much his ticker was beating fast.

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

The man who was guarding the exit was now guarding A.'s. It was more an entrance than anything. A. was shocked to find this bigger and more violent man was already rubbing his tooshie with his rough, common mitt. The other hand was around A.'s cushy, smooth neck whose nape the man bit so well that the poor boy fell to all four-spot groaning. Shouting for assist, the second man wrapped his hired hand around his rima oris, and with the other shoved two fingers down to scrag him. By this clock time, the exiteer was atop A.. The only sight useable to him was the full synodic month, and soon his flock was blurred by the spit that both these men had uttered unto him with superbia on their articulatio humeri at having found new bait to arrest in pursuit of their non-white pleasures. The leader of the three had grinned ever so, but was wild with a bulge that appeared ridiculously huge for even A. to comprehend as real. Somehow it was the first sight to broadcast himself at ; for such a vision that erupted in all haste at such a short time. Those obscure sooner or later blocked the moon's lighting and thus the Night became darker, and so cause all three of these hard-looking men.

The leader of this ring of men whipped out his pulsating prick. Of grade it was immense ! It wasn't 8 ”, it was 8.5 ! To empathize 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 throat without mercy."Eat my fiendish cock, 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 great prison term converting him."
"Aye, he's quick to be converted. All boys have to be converted by carrying our seed."
"Will a slam do ?"
"Not yet, he's not ready."

A. pleaded for the man to stop. rent were rolling down his boldness, but his bungle was raging as fuck ! A battle was raging between the animate being inside him and the human he is. These men wanted the animate being of him to come up out, to embrace and endure the pain and bond certificate with these men who were wolves in their own right hand. They loved the night ; they loved to torment A. with all their might. It was thrilling to see the boy crying and asking them to break rubbing his gaping hole. It was too deep though ! One of the Guy had catapaulted himself right through his boy's muddle with his gaping cock. Not as long as the early, but much thicker. It was an amazing pot ! The phone of slapping that filled the total area with fear as to these men's desires they wreaked to spurn from A.. The former two men goaded the fucker to go louder, deeper and faster. The sound of roaring and grunting ; the sound of animals that erupted from the two simply was unbearable. By the time A. was starting to relish the fun, the early man took notice and began face fucking him. The third man would shove the arcsecond and cause A. thrash his dirty hole as A. was getting fucked. Seeing these three barbarian violate A. to the max made A. the sporting bait of these alpha men. Clearly A. knew deep inside what his purpose in living was : to delight the more powerful men and answer them.

A few slaps in the typeface later ; they didn't want to end the fun just yet by cumming. Sir Thomas More was to do ! 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 .