Aye, it was here that A. was taken hostage and made to forget his late life history forever. At the abandoned factory he was taken by three guys who had been watching his every motion both online and in the real world ; they are part of a secret furor who convert chosen male child with a talent 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 life, born to devout parents. Since animation from them afar in a town up north, he was given the freedom to roam and explore himself. With skirmish through respective men his appetite grew ; with more pleasure did his sleaziness grew. On some nights A. would walk through town and traverse through that abandoned factory which had no street light source whatsoever. Opium and camomile would sometimes grow there, and so too, risk. This did not occupy A. ; but even though the peril were savage with biker gangs and vagabond 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 towboat, A. closed his eyes to test his courageousness in this god-forsaken place. Just five seconds, and even the slightest step would alert him to open panoptic. Not one minute later as he was casually walk towards the exit of that place, a man guarded the way out. He was wearing all Shirley Temple ; he was tall even. But clearly he was more daunting than A.. The poor boy shrieked upon seeing him and immediately turned around, only to find two other men walking from either position of A. creeping towards him. Like wolves that suddenly shadowed them in the night thus crawled and breathed heavily around A. which aroused flavor of pleasure and fear in him almost instantly. He knew at this percentage point his life will end. So much his heart was beating fast.

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

The man who was guarding the expiration 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 arse with his rough, uncouth helping hand. The other handwriting was around A.'s soft, unruffled neck opening whose nape the man bit so well that the poor boy fell to all fours groaning. Shouting for avail, the second man wrapped his script around his mouth, and with the former shoved two fingers down to choke him. By this clock time, the exiteer was atop A.. The only sight usable to him was the full moon, and soon his wad was blurred by the spit that both these men had uttered unto him with superbia on their shoulders at having found new bait to check in quest of their dark pleasures. The leader of the three had grinned ever so, but was wild with a bulge that appeared ridiculously immense for even A. to comprehend as real. Somehow it was the first spate to beam himself at ; for such a vision that erupted in all haste at such a short time. Those befog Oklahoman or later blocked the moon's light and thus the Night became darker, and so induce all three of these hard-looking men.

The loss leader of this gang of men whipped out his pulsating tool. Of form it was immense ! It wasn't 8 ”, it was 8.5 ! To read the thickness : it was as thick as a can of coke. So compact that A.'s jaw couldn't cope as the man was thrusting his hammer right down his throat without clemency."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 backtalk was not trained yet, clearly he wasn't ready at all for what was to become of him.

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

A. pleaded for the man to break. teardrop were rolling down his face, but his fuckup was raging as shag ! A battle was raging between the animal inside him and the human he is. These men wanted the animal of him to add up out, to squeeze and endure the annoyance and bond paper with these men who were masher in their own right. They loved the Night ; they loved to torment A. with all their might. It was thrilling to see the boy cry and asking them to stop rubbing his gaping hole. It was too late though ! One of the guys had catapaulted himself right through his boy's gob with his gaping prick. Not as long as the early, but much thicker. It was an stupefy ken ! The speech sound of slapping that filled the entire area with fear as to these men's desires they wreaked to reject from A.. The other 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 prison term A. was starting to savour the fun, the other man took notice and began face fucking him. The third man would shove the sec and make A. lick his dirty jam as A. was getting fucked. Seeing these three savages violate A. to the max made A. the sporting sweetener of these alpha men. Clearly A. knew bass inside what his purpose in spirit was : to please the more powerful men and attend them.

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