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

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

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

We'd shoot pool, talk about bitches they laid, take turns in shouting round of beer and generally talk crap, yarda yarda yarda, like friends do.

Ten years and not much has change, within our group.

That's the skin on the external but on the inside these get-togethers are a bully escape from mystery on the inside.

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

Things I dare not give away to this group of long term friends nor dare not want to change.

Since I remember I had always been a pretty boy, ( longish blonde hair with dark eyes, high cheekbones with a slender jaw ) not much changed throughout my stripling 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 recent yr hiding from being spotted naked.

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

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

Jocks were big demon and full-of-the-moon of confidence and then there I was a half-pint and a scaredy-cat.

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

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

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

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

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

I woke up stupefied and jumble and lightheaded.

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

Also I was naked on a soft 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 back of the bed's heading.

By using my toes and infantry I managed to snuggle my hips and thighs, under a release quilt.

The material felt decent, maybe satin.

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

My nipple felt tender, as evil thought entered my mind.

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

One of then just walked by me, the other 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 trouser and loosen them.

Once his cock was free, our oculus met and he gave me this wicked grin.

"Now on your knees,"He ordered.

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

"Now be a good boy and wrap your faggot rim 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 second, and then it came down it an almighty thud on rear of my skull.

Our eyes met again, I stared at his.

Then I cowered away from his.

What was the consequence was, that he was the knob

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

I took an anxious breath.

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

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

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

I sucked on his dick, swallowing the drumhead and gently applying suction.

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

How did it add up to this ?

My spit licked and tried feasting on his cock's capitulum at times.

This made him moan and place a hand on my head.

Now he was now controlling my question and tread, 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 transactions, he stopped.

He threw me on my back and flipped me over.

My grimace on the quilt, when reached around my stomach and positioned my knee and body the way he wanted.

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

Then a finger poked into my arsehole, I realized what was going to happen next.

Tears started to run, when Sir Thomas More finger 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 dude was making me into one.

The pain I felt or was feeling was nothing compared to what was about to hit me.

When this dude positioned his turncock near my recently manipulated cocksucker, I squirmed in anticipation.

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

As it broke through my immunity and beyond my rectum, I felt so much bother that I screamed out.

My back ached but portion of my mind 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 last time.

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

I tried not to think that I had a black man's putz buried cryptic in my ass and what effect it will give birth on my mind, afterward in the future.

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

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

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

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

He might hold beat me to decease, if I kept resisting.

So letting him experience his way wasn't so bad, besides no one from my supporter's circle would retrieve out.

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

okeh I know how I was enjoying having tool in my ass, must give looked.

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

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

"Who's my weak hump 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 COCK 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 squawk now, here to give suck dick and getting your ass bitched,"He teased, as the last of his load filled up my ass.

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

He cut my bound radiocarpal joint and threw a poster at me.

"Ring me is want more,"He said.

I rang him two day later, and another fuck school term resulted.

He know 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 put to work, as he pays the tear and leaves me $ 100 for supplies.

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

Like I said, for close to ten year I have been my Daddy's bitch, something I dare not tell a sole nor want to ruin anything good in my early biography .