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The first time I got force-chemmed and raped was my first visit to NYC. I was barely 21, in the Army, all buffed out and a bit over-confident as I explored the gay-scene for the first time, alone in a strange dangerous city I had no business exploring by myself. I was walking down a dark, narrow, deserted street taking a shortcut on my way to check out a popular gay dance club I had heard about that was rumored to be frequented by gay college jocks my age. This hot Latin guy was leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette at the opening to an alley. We checked each other out as I went by. He was wearing faded jeans and a wife beater that hugged his torso showing off his nicely muscled chest and arms. He had some hot tats and this bad-boy look about him that made my dick hard, so after passing him, I turned around to look again. I noted that he was checking out my ass, and when he saw me looking back, a sly grin flashed across his face. He dropped his smoke, cocked his head toward the alley in a "follow me" gesture, and disappeared into the shadows. I was feeling a slight buzz from a few drinks I had earlier, which undoubtedly clouded my judgment. There were no thoughts of danger flashing through my mind, only this burning desire to feel this guy's naked body up against mine. I remember wondering if he was gonna fuck me or if I was gonna fuck him. I didn't care which it would be. Maybe both if I was lucky. I didn't have any condoms with me and that fact didn't even register in my mind. When I entered the alley, it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. I could barely see him ahead of me in the distance. He was waiting for me outside of what looked like a doorway. As I approached, I heard the door open and he disappeared inside. I followed him, enjoying this little chase thing we had going. I found myself inside a dark hallway. I could smell cigarettes and alcohol. I could hear muffled voices. I couldn't tell where he had gone so I started down the hall. I checked the first few doors, which were locked. When I got to the end of the hall, I opened the last door and stepped inside. I found myself in the back of a long poorly lit room. There was a small bar counter to my right with a couple of guys sitting on stools and chatting with a bartender. There were a couple of pool tables toward the front of the bar, each with a single bare bulb hanging over it. I heard nothing but Spanish being spoken and quickly realized I was the only white guy in the room. As I stood there, taking in the scene, the occupants of the room noticed me and the place fell silent as all eyes turned to me. I sized up the situation quickly and the alarm bells were starting to go off in my head. There were about 12 guys, all Latino, roughly 20-30 in age I guessed. It was hot as fuck in this room and everybody but the guy I had followed in here and myself had their shirts off. These dudes were all in damn good shape and I realized they looked like gang bangers. I noticed a couple fresh tattoos on the two guys nearest me that looked like prison tats. This was not what I bargained for. I started to turn toward the door planning to retrace my steps out into the alley. That was when I heard the door shut behind me and the click of the deadbolt. I knew I wasn't going out the way I came in. I saw another door at the far end of the room and started calculating how I was going to reach it. I'm a tough, wiry, scrappy fucker but I realized there was no way I was going to be able to fight my way through these guys. When I saw a guy at the front door throw the bolt and lock us all in, I knew that I had fucked up royally. Swallowing my panic, I figured I'd better make friends fast. I forced a smile onto my face, walked directly up to the hot guy I had followed in from the alley, and said, "Hey amigo, can I buy you a drink?" The room was silent as he ran his eyes up and down my body and I could see the lust in his eyes. I felt like I was in a fucking meat market and I was the new meat. After what seemed like an eternity, he smiled at me and said, "No white boy, you are my guest, let me buy you one." The whole place erupted in laughter and everyone turned back to their conversations and drinks. I felt such a wave of relief sweep over me I thought my legs were going to buckle. My "host" fired off some commands in Spanish to the bartender, who got busy mixing our drinks. My Spanish is shitty and these guys all spoke some kind of dialect that rolled off their tongues like gun fire. I was clueless what they were saying. In no time I had a cocktail in my hand and I was invited to play a game of pool. The guys at the closest pool table cleared out to make way for us and the game began. The cocktail I was drinking tasted REALLY good...not too tart, not too sweet. It was like something you would have on a beach in a warm climate, but I had never tasted anything like it before. My host had the bartender make me a second one and about half-way through it I started feeling really light-headed and unstable on my feet. I plopped my ass onto a stool and someone asked me, "You feeling alright white boy?" I tried to respond but my tongue felt thick and all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. Several of the guys around me chuckled and the sound of their laughter sounded like it was echoing down a long hallway. I started to fall off my stool and a hot muscle guy with huge arms caught me. He picked me up and laid me on my back on the pool table. My host, the hot guy in the wife beater, came up to me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Relax and enjoy it white boy. We're gonna show you the best time of your life tonight." The realization swept over me that I had been drugged, and the panic was starting to build inside me again. My mind was fully engaged, but I had no control over my body. I could see what was happening and feel it, but I was helpless to do anything about it. Guys in the room were stripping their clothes off and I could see guys playing with their cocks. I heard one guy say in English that he had gotten a taste for white boy ass in prison and now he couldn't get enough of it. Several other guys agreed with him. I watched as my host peeled out of his wife beater, then stripped out of his pants. He had purposely positioned himself so I could watch him strip and he was giving me a show. He had a gorgeous chiseled body with 8-pack abs. I was totally hot for him while simultaneously scared out of my wits. The combination of fear and lust was oddly erotic. My mind was doing this tug of war in my head. I realized that I was about to be gang raped by these guys and my reaction alternated between panic and lust. I was scared to death and horny as hell all at the same time. My cock had a mind of its own and it was rock hard. My host took notice and I saw him smile, knowing he was getting the response from me that he wanted. I could tell he got off being in total control of the situation and having me powerless. It dawned on me that I couldn't do anything about it anyway so I might as well make the most out of it. My host walked up to me wearing nothing but boxers. His cock was straining against the front of his boxers creating a tent effect and I could glimpse his cock through the overstretched fly front. He dropped the boxers revealing the biggest slab of cock I had ever seen -- even in pornos. It was long, thick, and rock hard. He stroked it as he showed it to me and told me I was going to enjoy being his faggot for the night. He told me how he was going to tear my ass open with his mammoth cock and how all his buddies were going to watch him fuck me before they took turns in my ass. I was thinking there is no way humanly possible that something that large could be made to fit into my ass. Boy was I wrong. My host said something in Spanish and then I heard him say, “Gibron is going to get you ready for me.” I wasn't sure what that meant until I felt someone grab my arm and pin it to the table. Someone growled in my ear "hold still motherfucker" and I felt something stick my arm. Then I heard, "got it," followed by, "hold on white boy and enjoy the ride," as more guys chuckled. Seconds later I felt a weird sensation. My pulse quickened, I felt a source of intense heat gather in my chest then burst, like a sun going super-nova, spreading outward through my arms and legs like liquid metal until the energy burst from my fingertips and toes erupting outward like jets of super-hot plasma. The heat in my chest rose up through my lungs and into my throat as I coughed violently a couple of times. The noise inside my head sounded like a freight train roaring through a tunnel. My vision changed suddenly and I could see nothing but star-bursts and colored lights. I couldn't focus my vision and my eyeballs wouldn't hold still. They bounced around in my head like a balls in a pinball machine. I experienced the sensation of weightlessness. It seemed as though my body has risen up off the pool table and I felt like I was floating. It was without a doubt the most intense and most pleasurable sensation I had ever felt. I couldn't help but repeat over and over, "oh shit", "oh fuck", "oh shit", "oh fuck." Then I became aware of my cock, standing straight up and rock hard, with this sensation of fullness and heat building inside of it. It felt like my cock was swelling and that it would burst outward from the pressure. Suddenly I felt the heat gather at the tip of my cock, and without any stimulation, the biggest cum load I have ever shot erupted from the head of my dick. My dick was like a fountain, with spurts of cum shooting several feet into the air and spraying in all directions. When the geysers subsided, cum continued to drain from my cock in a steady flow for what seemed like minutes. I was soaked in cum and could feel a huge pool of it forming underneath me on the table. It must have been impressive because I heard several remarks like, "fuck man look at all that cum!", "I've never seen a guy shoot like that!", and "I didn't know a guy could cum that much!" Then I felt multiple tongues on my body licking my load off my skin. The sensations of having these guys touch me were amazing. The next thing I was aware of was my host's tongue and fingers playing with my ass. He was telling me how much he liked my hot, tight, pink hole and how much he wanted to put his huge cock in there and own it. I realized that my ass was craving cock like never before and I found myself lusting after that mammoth cock he had showed me earlier. I felt confident that I could take every inch of it and I was eager to show him how much I wanted it. I knew in my heart that I would give every ounce of effort inside me to take all of him and that I wanted his load in me. In fact, I wanted every last motherfucker in that room inside me and I wanted every one of their loads. I tried to say something to that effect and someone bent close to my ear to hear my confession. He stood up and announced, "He says he wants all of our cocks inside him, right now, at the same time." That got a big laugh from everyone. Someone asked, "How much did you give the kid?" I heard, Gibron say, "Point 8, and I've got lots more for him when he wants it." My host walked up and showed me his hard cock. He held two beer cans in his hand end to end aligned alongside his dick. His dick was the same diameter as the cans and slightly longer than both cans put together. He asked me if I was ready for him to bury his tool in my guts. I wanted it desperately but the size of the thing scared me. Before I could answer he said, "It doesn't matter what you want cuz you're gonna do what you're told, faggot." He walked around to my ass, put the head of his cock against my tight hole, and with one shove he rammed it in ass far as it would go. I felt him bottom out inside me and heard him say, "No faggot. You're gonna take all of it, not just half." I felt him push harder and I was sure he was up against my diaphragm. It felt like he was tearing a hole through my intestines. I could hardly breathe and I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I remember a tear falling from the corner of my eye and rolling down my cheek. I remember thinking I had never felt such pain inside my guts. I remember thinking I was going to die and wondering if I would wake up in heaven. Just then, I felt something inside me relax, and I felt a 'pop'. His cock slid further inside and it felt like another two feet of hard dick slid into me. Suddenly I could breathe. Suddenly the pain was gone. I heard my host say, "That's the way white boy. You know you like that monster cock. Relax and enjoy every inch of it." I began to be aware of how fucking amazing this guy's cock really was. He had me stretched to the point I didn't think my hole could get any larger. He liked that tight feeling and he told me so. He was sliding his cock all the way out until just the head was inside me, then sliding it all the way back in again. With each stroke, there was a point in the middle somewhere where I would fell that resistance and that pop, and each time he passed that point a burst of pure pleasure would radiate through my body. It was fucking amazing and I thought, “Maybe I am dead and this is heaven?” It dawned on me that my version of heaven would be spending eternity with an endless supply of hot tops with huge cocks to fuck me, tight bottom boys to take my cock, and this wonderful shit called tina flowing through my veins. The rest of my time at this place was amazing. I had no concept of time. Every so often someone would slam another rig into my arm, and I took every cock in the place multiple times. At one point I heard someone ask how many loads I had taken and I heard, "at least 30 so far". I was both proud and amazed. Every time someone would pull out of my ass, I could feel my hole gape open and cum would run out of my ass and down my butt cheeks. At one point my host laid down on the pool table next to me and I was lifted up by many hands. I was really wobbly, but they set me on top of the host and fed his massive meat into my ass so I was riding him from the top. It slid in easily this time and felt really great pushing up so deep inside me. I was starting to rock on it and ride it when someone grabbed me by the neck, pushed me forward so I was lying on the host's chest, and ordered me to hold still. My arm was pulled straight and I felt something tighten around my bicep. I felt a sharp stick and that amazing heat flooded through my body again. I shuddered and whimpered. The host whispered in my ear, "You love that rush don't you white boy?" I answered, "Yes sir. I don't ever want that feeling to go away." I felt the head of another huge dick push against my hole. There was a steady pressure for a long time and the voice said, "Fuck! This white boy is tight!" I felt a finger slide inside me alongside the host’s massive cock. The finger worked around for a few minutes, then I felt another finger, then another. After a few more minutes, the fingers came out and they were suddenly replaced by the second cock sliding in and filling my ass beyond comprehension. I moaned in pain and pleasure. I didn't think anything could feel better. The second cock slid back and forth inside me, rubbing against my host's dick and stretching me further open with each thrust. This went on for a long time until both guys announced they were getting close. They were both grunting and snorting and telling me how hot my ass felt and I came for the umpteenth time without touching myself. As my cock released, my ass convulsed around their cocks and they both shot their loads inside me at the same time. After they pulled out of my ass, my ass felt empty and it felt like there was a piece of my soul missing. I didn't like the feeling and needed something in there to make me feel whole again. I started begging for someone to put something in my ass, anything. I felt someone slathering my ass with this thick, creamy substance and felt fingers teasing my hole. In and out they went, working my hole, stretching it larger and larger. Soon I experienced four fingers and the narrow blade of the hand. Then it became five fingers and the intensity grew exponentially as the volume of the hand changed from flat to round. The hand was removed for several seconds while something cold and wet was sprayed onto my ass and into my hole. The cold liquid turned hot on contact and burned for a second, then I felt this warm sensation flood my ass and the irritation inside my hole disappeared. I heard the aerosol can spray again near my ear and I could smell some chemical. Someone shoved a wet cloth in my mouth and told me to breathe through my mouth. I took a deep breath and I got an instant warm, fuzzy feeling. My head started to swim and my vision closed in like I was looking out through a tunnel. I was fighting to focus my mind and stay conscious while someone was working hard on my hole. I was aware of someone's hand wedging my hole open and the fullness felt like someone had parked a truck in my ass. Someone stuck a bottle of really strong poppers to my nose and told me to inhale. A few seconds later I felt my body relax and the hand pushed really hard. I struggled to get away but several guys held me down so I couldn’t move. Someone sprayed more liquid on the rag and stuffed it back in my mouth. I was given another big hit of poppers and I felt my ass open up. My ass seemed to have a mind of its own and it started to stretch open as if begging for the hand. I heard the guy fisting me say, “Yeah white boy, suck that hand inside!” I felt him change the angle slightly and the intensity of that small move was off the charts, then suddenly the hand slipped all the way inside me. I felt instant relief and heard a chorus of approval from those that were watching. The hand worked itself around inside me and started to play with my prostate and cock from the inside of my body. It was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt. I started oozing LOTS of precum from my dick and it continued the entire time his hand was in there. At one point a guy pushed his cock inside me alongside the guy's wrist and I felt him unload inside me. Several other guys followed suit and I took several more loads that way.

“And up to the plate is freshman phenom Alex “Maverick” Barnes. The 6'3” graduate from St. Mary's out of Iowa has a lot of people talking about his chances to go pro in a couple of years and you can see the worry in the pitcher's face as he takes his stance.” I look across to the plate and smile, this idiot actually stares for a moment before he goes back to paying attention to his catcher. I know this guy's stats and he knows mine, which is why he looks like he's gonna piss himself in a few. My name is Maverick and you might not know who I am, but trust me when I say I'm the guy you want to be. Yeah scoff all you want but trust me, everyone wants to be me. My dad is four time Olympic gold medal winner Howard Barnes. In the 2000 Olympics he went to Sidney and ran the board for gymnastics in a way no one has done since. He ended up on cereal boxes, energy drinks and eventually Calvin Klein ads. He ended up being voted People's sexist athlete four years running and now owns a national chain of gyms that are insanely popular because they have huge posters of him shirtless on the ads. My mother is Kathy Sloane, super model, Maxim babe and most guys in the 2000's wet dream. She married my dad after two months of dating because honestly, she had never met a better looking guy in her life. They settled down in Iowa, bought a huge house and had lots of sex. This is where I come in, Hold up, let me knock this ball out of the park and send this pitcher home crying. “And here's the pitch...Maverick swings....AND IT'S OUT OF HERE! IT'S A HOME RUN, IT'S A HOME RUN! A&M TAKES THE GAME, THE CROWD IS WILD!!” Right, anyways. So they had a lot of sex and my mom got pregnant with me. Now I don't want to say I won the genetics lottery, but I will say that if I was a poker hand, I'd be a royal flush ace high baby. Both me and my little brother are fucking perfect little jocks. Blond hair, blue eyes, white teeth, good muscle tone, lean muscle, I mean everything you would ask for in an All American boy. I went into baseball in a young age. My dad had me out on the field when I was nine, running, catching, throwing, anything that had to do with a ball I was on it. By the time I hit junior high I was on the fast track to professional ball. High school I floated by, my buddy Ace, not his real name, said I could have shot a guy in the quad and gotten away with it if the cops were sports fan. I had five colleges fighting for me by the time I was 17, A&M had the hottest chicks when I visited the campus so an Aggie I am. Ok, am jogging into home base where the rest of the team are waiting to throw me up on their shoulders and carry me to the dugout. I have to act all awww shucks and thank god for the win, I'll get back to you soon. Right, so where was I? Oh yeah, I'm a stud. So anyways, me and my brother were raised as uber jocks. Sports were a joke to us, we were easy on the eyes and everyone likes a winner. Growing up me and Troy, that's my brother, were tight. We were both addicted to our sports. I had baseball and he had swimming. My dad made sure I had everything I needed to win while my mom was Troy's biggest fan, making sure he got to every practice and every tournament. We were both popular, had a ton of friends and generally were living the high life. Then he turned out to be a fag and things changed. Oh don't give me that look, what? Let me guess? You're one too? Figures, they're attracted to me like flies on sugar. Anyways, so turned out he became a fag so I dropped him like the plague. Now I am a college superstar and he...well I honestly don't care what he is. So now I am done for the year, summer I coming and I am headed home for months of sleep, drink and sex and I can't wait. I spent my whole freshman year bailing this loser team out so I'm ready for a little me time. Lock up your daughters Iowa, Maverick is on his way home. My brother is a complete fucking asshole. I mean if you spent five minutes talking to him you'd understand...or not. You see, even though he is a complete fucking douchebag, he can play off being a complete angel in a way that everyone believes. Ask anyone and they will tell you he is humble and innocent, but trust me, he is anything but. And now he is heading home for the summer and I just know it's going to be a complete shit show. He is going to sit around the house, eating all the food, sleeping all fucking day and giving me shit for being gay. Which coming from him, is a joke. See here is the thing the famous Maverick won't tell you, I learned how to suck dick from him. Growing up we had been pretty tight. We both were super busy with sports so even though we were popular, we didn't have a ton of time for friends much less dating. That, coupled with the fact we were both raised valuing athleticism and looks over everything else, it wasn't a shock that we found ourselves sexually attracted to each other. Yeah, yeah, I know, brothers, yuck. But it was a thing, the older we became the better our bodies got and the better our bodies got the better looking we became to each other. He made the first move of course, he was the older brother which meant he was always in charge. We were in Dallas for one of my matches and sharing a hotel room the first time we fooled around. He climbed into my bed and started to feel me up, things got hot and the next thing you know we were sucking each other off. Things escalated from there and all through junior high my big brother was my secret boyfriend. When high school started he made a group of friends, got a real girlfriend and suddenly I was the fag brother. He stopped talking to me, we stopped hanging out and we never touched each other again. He started acting like a homophobic douchebag and I was outed to everyone who was within earshot, which has meant my high school experience has been a hoot. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Troy Barnes, the gay son. I don't mind people knowing I'm gay, I just wish I had been given the choice. Not that anyone would have guessed, like my brother, I am pretty much the prototypical jock as well. At 6'1” my blond hair was darker and my eyes were greener, but we both had the same, lean, muscled body that came from perfect genetics and a lot of fucking work. It didn't hurt that both our parents were basically super models, so basically if he hadn't have told everyone, I doubt anyone would have guessed. But in the end it was a good thing because once everyone knew I was gay, I got met a great guy and we've been dating ever since. The problem was, Mason never met my brother, so he didn't know what was about to happen. “Maybe you're just overreacting,” he said to me over lunch. I gave him an eyebrow and he bust out laughing, “Come on, don't give me the eyebrow of doom. I'm just saying, maybe he's changed.” “He hasn't,” I said finishing my drink, “He is going to make this summer hell and once he finds about you it will get worse.” “He doesn't know about us?” “God no! I don't talk to him unless I have to.” “He cant be that bad,” he tried to reassure me.” “Just wait,” I tell him, “Just wait.” I rushed home after finals, driving all night so I could get home and start my life of leisure. I stopped off at a Circle K to fill up, grab some caffeine and to drain the lizard. It was past three am and the only person in the place was this cowboy looking dude behind the counter. He was 18 if he was a day old but he was cute in his own hick way. I asked him where the bathroom was and he took a second to look me up and down before he pointed to the back. I gave him a quick wink and walked back to do my business. I stood at a stall and whipped my cock out, I wasn't shocked to see him walk in about a minute later. Out of ten urinals he walked up next to mine and undid his tight ass Wranglers. I let my dick hang there, letting him get a good look at my Hawkeye pride. “Only time I can get away,” He explained, as he pulled his own dick out and began to piss. “A lot of traffic this time of night?” “Naw,” he said in that Oklahoma drawl, “Usually dead.” “Nice, so...you just browsing or you planning on buying?” He blinked twice, “Huh?” I stepped back, “Come on hayseed, I gotta get back on the road and you wanna try for a stand up triple. So let's move it along.” “I mean...I didn't...” I sighed and put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him down, “Come on dude, just suck me off already.” He seemed to resist for a moment before I slid my nine inches of jock dick past his lips. I could feel him struggle for a few seconds but once I had him down my rod he went with it and I could feel him start to work my cock over. Always the same with fags, they fight it at first but once they get a taste, they can't help themselves. I had both my hands in his short hair as he worshiped my dick, small moans coming from his throat as he tasted my precum on his tongue. I needed this, I fucked one of my chicks day before yesterday to blow off some tension before finals, but I hadn't had time to dump a load since. Nothing like a good, little fag to take my seed and recharge my batteries. I heard his gagging and felt my cock pulse with excitement, I loved hearing that sound. My cock slamming the back of their throat, the sound if them struggling for air...my little brother used to make the same sound when I made him deep throat me, I mean when he'd fag out and beg to suck my cock at night. I felt my balls start to tingle and knew I was close. “Oh yeah punk...gonna blow down your throat.” I heard him whimper something around my cock and he tried to pull back. I kept his head still as I thrust into him harder and harder. He was no longer able to keep up with my dick, now all he was is a place to dump my cum. “Fuck yeah fagot....take my babies...” I shot down his throat, and I heard him groan as his mouth flooded with my cum. I shot a few times and then let go of his head, he fell back, sperm spilling out of his mouth as he fell back onto the bathroom floor. I shot a few last times onto him as he held his hand up to block it. I jerk my dick a few last times, draining my balls all over his face. He looked up at me, cum dripping down his face, “Dude...” he choked... I stuffed my cock back in and zipped up, “You're welcome man,” I said with a wink, “See ya never.” I got into my car and drove off...feeling a thousand percent better and feeling good about giving that kid what he really wanted. A real man's cum. Gonna be a good summer. Hey guys, I run on caffeine and compliments. if you want to leave either my Venmo is @jack-parker-109 Buy a cup of coffe for an American who’s down on his luck? I’m just kidding, that’s from a cartoon. But tips are always welcome, but never needed.

When the party ended it was still dark. More accurately, I should say it was dark again. The host ordered Gibron to slam another load of tina in my vein and they shoved me out the front door, poured my ass into the back seat of a vehicle, and we sped off. They drove around for a while before the door opened and I was pushed out into the gutter of some street in the city. I was totally high, totally disoriented, and didn't care who or where I was. I was exhausted, feeling sick to my stomach from all the drugs, and just wanted to sleep. I passed out right where they left me. I woke up sometime later when some homeless guy was checking me to see if I was dead. He gave me some water and when I asked him what day it was, I realized that 48 hours had passed since I had ventured out to find the dance club. I still had my wallet and ID, and plenty of cash to pay for a cab. The homeless guy helped me find a cab and I gave him my excess cash as a thank you for helping me out. As I lay in the back of the cab on the way to my hotel, I realized that my life had been changed forever by that experience. For one thing, I no longer feel fear in the presence of danger. Instead, adrenaline makes my dick hard and makes me wanna fuck. I also discovered my purpose in life. I exist to bring pleasure to dominant men and their cocks, to submissively take any and all cum loads as often as possible. I get off being force-chemmed and raped, gangbanged, and made to service one or more guy's darkest needs. That's why I travel to big cities like Berlin, Amsterdam, LA, New York, Houston, Miami and such, hang out in the darkest seediest areas, clubs, parks, and bars I can find, looking for straight or gay guys who get off on power and control who will fuck me up and use me as their sex-whore cum-dump for a few nights. Do you want to get force-chemmed and whored out? That's the way you do it. Put yourself out there, submit yourself to the dark side, and see where it takes you. Just make sure you are ready for the consequences, because once you start, you're committed to the end. There is no safe word. There is no turning back. You're at THEIR mercy, until THEY decide THEY have had enough. You are THEIR fuck-toy for THEIR pleasure and nothing more. You don’t matter and you may not make it out alive. But for a danger junkie, that's the whole idea. It’s the danger, the unknown, and the total loss of control that beckons us and draws us in. Embrace your dark side and hang on for the ride, faggot.