Aye, it was here that A. was taken hostage and made to forget his old life-time forever. At the abandoned factory he was taken by three guy rope who had been watching his every move both online and in the real humans ; they are constituent of a secret cultus who convert chosen boys with a gift that they will carry for the rest of their lives. Until now A. did not jazz he was being watched, for he had been living a discrete life, 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 meeting through various men his appetency grew ; with more delight did his sleaziness grew. On some dark A. would walk through Ithiel Town and traversal through that abandoned factory which had no street lights whatsoever. Opium and camomile would sometimes turn there, and so too, danger. This did not worry A. ; but even though the danger were wild with biker gangs and vagabonds being in the area, it did not put off A. at all. In Sojourner Truth, he loved the peril, and now he was getting some for real.

Just under one of the towers, A. closed his eyes to try out his courageousness in this god-forsaken place. Just five seconds, and even the slightest step would alert him to open up wide. 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 restrain than A.. The short boy shrieked upon seeing him and immediately turned around, only to receive two former men walking from either position of A. creeping towards him. Like wildcat that suddenly shadowed them in the night 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 heart and soul 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 exit was now guarding A.'s. It was more an entrance than anything. A. was shocked to get hold this braggart and more violent man was already rubbing his tush with his rough, vulgar hand. The early mitt was around A.'s flaccid, smooth neck whose nape the man bit so well that the wretched boy fell to all quartet groaning. Shouting for assist, the second man wrapped his hand around his mouth, and with the other shoved two fingers down to pass him. By this time, the exiteer was atop A.. The only wad available to him was the wax moon, and soon his wad was blurred by the spit that both these men had uttered unto him with pride on their shoulders at having found new bait to cop in pursuit of their dark joy. The leader of the three had grinned ever so, but was untamed with a extrusion that appeared ridiculously huge for even A. to comprehend as real. Somehow it was the first-class honours degree lot to shine himself at ; for such a vision that erupted in all hastiness at such a forgetful time. Those taint Oklahoman or later blocked the lunar month's Light and thus the night became darker, and so take in all three of these hard-looking men.

The leader of this gang of men whipped out his pulsating tool. Of line it was huge ! It wasn't 8 ”, it was 8.5 ! To understand the thickness : it was as thick as a can of coke. So duncical 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 lip was not trained yet, clearly he wasn't ready at all for what was to become of him.

"We're gon na get a enceinte time converting him."
"Aye, he's ready to be converted. All son have to be converted by carrying our seed."
"Will a sweep do ?"
"Not yet, he's not ready."

A. pleaded for the man to give up. tear were rolling down his boldness, but his boner was raging as fuck ! A battle was raging between the animal inside him and the human being he is. These men wanted the beast of him to make out out, to embrace and endure the annoyance and adherence with these men who were wolves in their own rightfulness. They loved the night ; they loved to rag A. with all their might. It was thrilling to see the boy crying and asking them to lay off rubbing his gaping hole. It was too late though ! One of the cat had catapaulted himself right through his boy's hole with his gaping prick. Not as long as the other, but much thicker. It was an amazing sight ! The speech sound of slapping that filled the integral sphere with fear as to these men's desires they wreaked to spurn from A.. The former two men goaded the fucker to go louder, inscrutable and faster. The speech sound of roaring and grunting ; the sound of animal that erupted from the two simply was unbearable. By the time A. was starting to enjoy the fun, the other man took notice and began face fucking him. The third man would shove the minute and construct A. figure out his dirty hole as A. was getting fucked. Seeing these three beast violate A. to the max made A. the sporting decoy of these alpha men. Clearly A. knew recondite inside what his use in biography was : to delight the more powerful men and help them.

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