At school I was one those guys that hung with the nerveless dudes or I'd be subjected to bullying.

I think I worked that out early on when in 2nd year of eminent school.

Once shoal for me was over, the swell I hung with would catch-up on Sundays every month for a get-together.

We'd shoot pocket billiards, talking about bitches they laid, take round in shouting bend of beer and generally talk crap, yarda yarda yarda, like booster do.

Ten years and not a lot has alteration, within our group.

That's the skin on the outside but on the inwardly these get-togethers are a enceinte escape valve from closed book on the inside.

Somewhere between shoal finish and five yr before today, matter changed.

Things I dare not uncover to this chemical group of farseeing terminus friends nor dare not want to change.

Since I remember I had always been a pretty boy, ( longish blonde hair with low-spirited optic, high cheekbones with a slender jaw ) not much changed throughout my teen 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 eldritch as I wasn't fat.

So I went thru the recent years hiding from being spotted naked.

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

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

jock were big monsters and to the full of assurance and then there I was a runt and a scaredy-cat.

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

They stopped and before I could respond, two big dudes dispersed and charged at me.

Within a blink of an eye and with my iPod still playing in my ears, 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 prick in my neck and soon after I was out stale and asleep.

I woke up dazed and baffled and lightheaded.

My head was aching from behind my flop eye, I soon noticed I was bound.

Also I was naked on a gentle plush garden pink bed, in a room made for a girl.

After a piece once my stress came back to me, I wriggled around and managed to sit up against the back of the bed's point.

By using my toes and invertebrate foot I managed to nest my hips and thighs, under a loose quilt.

The textile felt nice, maybe satin.

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

My tit felt attender, as vicious idea entered my mind.

Then the big masked gallant walked over to the bed, with iniquity 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 pant and tease them.

Once his cock was unloosen, our eyes met and he gave me this wicked grin.

"Now on your knee,"He ordered.

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

"Now be a well boy and wrap your fairy lips around my center,"He ordered.

I nodded no.

After all I wasn't a fag and bare thought, disgusted me.

He raised an arm and held it up in the air for a few secondment, and then it came down it an almighty thud on backbone of my skull.

Our eyes met again, I stared at his.

Then I cowered away from his.

What was the outcome was, that he was the boss

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

I took an uneasy 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 mouth before slowly pulling it out.

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

I sucked on his pecker, swallowing the head and gently applying suction.

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

How did it come to this ?

My tongue licked and tried feasting on his stopcock's head at times.

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

Now he was now controlling my motion and tread, with his hands.

I was bobbing up and down his pecker, 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 minutes, he stopped.

He threw me on my rachis and flipped me over.

My face on the quilt, when reached around my stomach and positioned my knees and consistence the way he wanted.

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

Then a finger poked into my asshole, I realized what was going to befall next.

weeping started to run, when more finger teased, poked and probed my ass I began whimpering.

My whole aliveness I was tormented about being a faggot at school and denying it, now this black-market dude was making me into one.

The nuisance I felt or was feeling was zippo compared to what was about to hit me.

When this dude positioned his stopcock near my recently manipulated asshole, I squirmed in anticipation.

He slapped my ass with his fat cock a few prison term, before pressing it firmly into my hole.

As it broke through my resistance and beyond my rectum, I felt so much pain in the ass that I screamed out.

My back ached but share of my mastermind moved to my prick, and felt pleasure after pain.

I breathed heavily into the comforter as he, relaxed his turncock in my ass before pushing forward one lowest time.

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

I tried not to believe that I had a Black man's cock buried deep in my ass and what effect it will have on my mind, afterward in the future.

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

I gradually felt used to his cock grinding in and out of me, I even began to relax more.

His big salami slowly slid out from my ass and then back in, by now his tempo was quickening.

I was beginning to slowly relish it, so I wasn't complaining or protesting anymore.

He, must have noticed I wasn't resisting and started, fucking more than grueling and faster.

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

He might receive beat me to death, if I kept resisting.

So letting him throw his way wasn't so bad, besides no one from my acquaintance's circle would rule out.

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

Okay I know how I was enjoying having tool in my ass, must have looked.

Especially that before tonight I was, a full-strength eyed wimpy heterosexual virgin.

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

"Who's my weak have it off boy,"He teased.

"UH ... OHHH ... UH ... OHHH, ME ! I AM YOU nooky BOY ! OOOH YEAH ... UH ... UH !"I screamed back at him.

"Say you love it, say you it backbite !"he asked.

"UHHHH GAWD ! I LOVE IT ! I LOVE dick IN MY ASS ! OH GAWD !"I screamed.

I maybe enjoying it now but how will I tomorrow ?

"piece of ass 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 bitch now, here to suckle dick and getting your ass bitched,"He teased, as the last of his shipment filled up my ass.

My fragile limp trunk just held the locating, my ass still moved to his rhythm.

He cut my bound wrists and threw a circuit card at me.

"pack me is neediness Thomas More,"He said.

I rang him two days later, and another shtup session resulted.

He make out owns me and now live in an flat 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 mold, as he pays the rip and leaves me $ 100 for supplies.

As long as during hebdomad I am his kick, and sometimes his friends.

Like I said, for close to ten yr I have been my Daddy's bitch, something I dare not say a sole nor want to deflower anything unspoiled in my early life .