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A few days after my mother recovered from what we suspected was the fuck flu, it was confirmed and the three of us, Helen, my mother and myself where taken to the tattooist at the same time, we each had a bio-hazard symbol tattooed above our groins, me first, I lifted my tiny skirt, I had already shaved in preparation and my knickers where removed even though they probably would not be in the way and I was inked whilst Helen, my mother and Tracy watched, then it was Helens turn and I noticed for the first time that she had piercings down there, a ring in either side of her pussy and a stud through her clit hood, then it was my mothers turn, I am sure she felt uncomfortable lying on the bed being inked just above her cleft with her son watching her shaved snatch on full view, then when my mother was finished, I was asked to get back on the bed and this time another tattoo was done but this time on my ankle, it read, “Property of Tracy”, this ink was also added to Helen and my mother, I think in some ways this probably disturbed my mother even more. I wondered what my father would say to my mother’s tattoos, but when I broached the question my sister got very angry, apparently he had left the house because although it was alright for him to fuck around behind my mother’s back, in particular with Helen, but also others, it was apparently wrong for her to fuck around behind his back, the fact that my mother had been lured into her affair by the use of drugs and had now developed an expensive habit was immaterial. My sister was really pissed at my dad, although I am not sure if it was for the double standards or the fact that he demanded that my mother sell the house and he wanted 60% due to her unfaithfulness. My sister was adamant that that would not happen. After the tattoos, it was back to the party house, but this time my mother and Helen would be attending, and although my sister said the party was for us, I knew that my mother and Helen would probably enjoy it the least, whereas, I on the other hand was excited to know I would be getting my brains fucked out although it disturbed me to think it would be in front of my mother and girlfriend, even that thought seemed bizarre, is she my girlfriend still? Even though I now love cock? Of course not, we will never get engaged, never get married, never have children, even now she is carrying someone’s child and I am almost completely certain it isn’t mine and yes, it could be Daniels, or my dad’s or from what I had been told, anyone of a number of men, a lot though by no means all had dumped infected poz cum in her womb. Well, I guess it didn’t matter now, she was a pregnant whore, my mother an anal whore and I a faggot sissy whore, we all had our place and we all had jobs to do and I liked to think I was good at mine. As we got into the house we were told to mingle, I could see my mother and Helen standing around whilst various men talked to them I didn’t recognise some of them, they were not the usual party crowd, but that was hardly surprising as a lot of these men would either be straight or bisexual, most of my party crowd where gay. I was attracting my own fair share of attention and every now and again someone would ask to see my new tattoo’s I would show them my ankle then lift my skirt obediently and on more than one occasion I saw my mother or Helen do the same. Someone put porn on the big screen TV, straight porn and within seconds of it going on I saw my mother pushed to her knees, I saw her undo the trousers and belt of the guy in front of her, take his cock out of his pants, kiss the head of it then start to suck it, a guy stood next to me had his hand up my skirt resting on my bum and occasionally pushing gently on the butt plug inside me, his other hand playing with my left nipple, someone brought Helen over to our group, guys where touching her all over she just stood passively letting them. “Hey, I heard that this cunt is your girlfriend? You’re too much of a fag to date a whore like this! So, tell me whose baby is in her belly? Not yours I bet?” as he and his friends laughed out loud, “Maybe Daniels, or maybe your dads?” more laughing “Well don’t worry Fag, we will make sure she has fun with real men tonight, Lol, she won’t walk for a week after tonight, lol” The guy with his hand on my bum then moved it to my shoulder and pushed me down, “Why don’t you two have a competition, see who can suck cock the best” “Hey why don’t we get the other slag in, a competition between the three of them?” And that’s how I found myself on my knees in a cock sucking contest competing against my mother and my former girlfriend, several men standing around, some of them naked, all of them cheering us on. The prize? Well I guess the privilege of being known as the best cock sucking whore. I used every technique I could think of, using my lips and tongue to bring this man’s meat to eruption, kissing, sucking, using my tongue to lick the base of his shaft whilst forcing my head as far down onto the shaft as I could and that was easy enough as I had become skilled at deep throating, but so had Helen, she too had spent a night with George and learnt like me how to take a man’s fuck stick all the way into the throat, and when I wasn’t completely throated, I used my tongue to penetrate his piss hole as best I could. Only my mother struggled to deep throat a cock but then she had yet to visit George. In the end it was Helen who won, although I suspected she cheated by using her fingers on her man’s anus. My man came second and my mother’s came last all of us swallowed the discharge, then all of us where lifted up and all of us stripped, not that we were wearing much anyway, moments later there was the clink of three metal butt plugs being thrown together in a small pile whilst 3 more men mounted each of us, and so the party began in earnest. I recall at points in the night, seeing either my mother or Helen going “airtight”, a cock in each of their holes, I witnessed my own mother being fisted in her cunt and later in her arse, Someone had told the party goers that Helen was pregnant and so they endeavoured to stretch her cunt open as wide as they could to assist her in the birthing, even though it was many months away. Helen and my mother were also made to perform together, providing a lesbian fisting show, I know that some of the gay men who were fucking me were surprised at the viciousness of the so called straight or Bi men fucking Helen and mom, I was worried about any damage they might do to Helens unborn baby even though it was still the first trimester, but then I guess, the fact that they were happy to provide Helen with different chems throughout the party meant, they were not that worried about it. I saw my mother on her back on top of a man who was deeply imbedded in her arse, both arms outstretched and held in place by other men whilst still other men injected her arms at the same time, to say she had become a drug addled whore would be an understatement. And as she sank into the arms of the drugs, I was led to her, I was told to wank the man inside her, I didn’t understand, how could I do that? He is inside her arse. “Simple bitch, fist fuck her cunt and wank him off inside her” I tried to be as gentle as I could, making my hand as small as I could to penetrate her but it was pointless as she was so loose, my hand slipped in easily. I felt the hard cock of the man who had impaled her and opened my hand to grasp him inside her, he didn’t last long before he juddered and I actually felt his cream come up his shaft and enter my mother’s shit tube, he withdrew and as I was removing my hand I was told no, shouts from the crowd, “I’m having some of that” And then next man took position to penetrate my mother’s arse so I could wank him off inside her, several men wanted to experience this, even so called straight guys, Guys getting wanked off inside a woman by her own sissy faggot son, luckily for my mother she was pretty much sky high whilst all of this went on but to end it all, after my hand was released from the slick but loose folds of her cunt, I was told to lay on my back and she was positioned above me and I was told to clean the cum from her bruised and bloody and battered arse, I did so using my lips, my tongue and sucking the cum from inside her whilst beside me lay Helen, completely comatose as another two men fucked her cunt and arse.

My sister collected Peter and myself, and I left the house with mixed feelings, I wanted to leave and be away from the danger of being injured by the aggressive nature of the men there, (I already had tissue paper between my bum cheeks as I was bleeding from my anus), but at the same time I just wanted to get high and be the centre of attraction. We drove back to Peters place, he and my sister talking, apparently even after costs, they made a fair bit of money, some on entrance fee some on party favours, my obvious thought was that I should get some of the money, after all I was one of the party favours, but they talked about splitting it three ways, my sister, Peter and Daniel. There wasn’t a party every weekend, just most from what I could gather, and so for the next three weeks there were no parties planned, however, there was different stuff to do, a few days after that party, Terri came to Peters house we spent the day together Terri showing me how to walk in high heels, one foot in front of the other moving with my upper body straight so my bum moved as my feet crossed in front of each other. We also talked about make –up tips and even such things as to how to please a man. That evening Terri stayed at Peter’s house in bed with myself and Peter and I had to practice on Peter some of the things Terri had shown me. I learnt a lot from Terri, I learnt that all the people who worked for my sister had different roles to play, for instance, Terri was a Dominant T-Gurl, meaning that he fucked as much as he got fucked, sometimes guys and sometimes girls and sometimes T-gurls. He also sometimes performed at parties and sometimes in films, all the girls and T-gurls did. He showed me some of his stuff on the net, including something I had never heard of, hypnosis videos for turning straights into sissy fags. Helen was being developed into an extreme body modified all-round whore hence her nipple stretching, she would also be getting some tattoos, I said there is nothing wrong with a few tattoos, but the ones Terri showed me on the net where pretty extreme, whole body, nipples, arsehole, also things like piercings to her cunt, lips, nose, cheeks and what seemed most extreme to me, tongue splitting, apparently it can be used to give a guy an amazing blowjob, Helen was to have hers done along with a tongue stud in each half of her tongue and then after that, anything that customers might consider and suggest. My mother on the other hand being a bit more mature at 42 was to be an all-round whore but specialising in extreme anal, anal prolapse, anal fisting, extreme dildos, etc. I was being developed into a girly gurl, I would only ever be a bottom, with one or two very few exceptions and those only in the very near future. What I thought where vitamins Terri told me where in fact Hormone replacement Therapy, that sometime in the future would see my tits grow and my penis would become smaller and my balls no longer produce sperm, I didn’t really know what to think of this, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it, I was transitioning, I was pleased with the pleasure I brought to real men. Terri did advise me to never ever piss off my sister, one of the mothers of a girl working on the street attacked Tracy, I had never heard about this, she wanted her daughter back, no longer the drug addled whore my sister turned out to fuck winos and old men. Some weeks later that mother was working alongside her daughter and also specialised in the most extreme of kinks both at parties and on film sometimes with her daughter. And of course, all of us carried HIV, needle sharing was common place and both girls and T-gurls were encouraged to not only fuck customers but to fuck them up too, anyone would think my sister was on a one person mission to infect the world. The following week, my sister and I took the train into one of the major cities, from there, we went to some kind of clinic. I already felt very conscious about how I dressed, usually stockings or tights, (pantyhose), G-string, thong or lace panties, always a micro skirt or dress, high heels and thin tops. Today was no exception and yet as I entered the clinic, no one took any notice of me, I was just another patient or customer or whatever, totally different from my journey here where some people especially women, looked at me with disgust as did some men, but others openly leered at me, even going so far as to try to look up my skirt. Not here in the clinic. My sister booked us in and we were shown to a waiting room where my sister filled out some forms, I know I would have struggled with them with my long polished fingernails. Before long we were led to another room where I was told to strip, I did so immediately, no questions, over the past few weeks I had become compliant, it was my sister who asked if I should strip totally. The woman in the white coat remarked that it just made things easier. Areas of my face where started on, with a cool gel applied and at this point I still didn’t know what was happening to me, I couldn’t see much I was wearing dark goggles, I felt like an almost tugging sensation on my skin, “What’s happening?” “Just getting all your body and facial hair removed” The treatment lasted most of the day and included under my arms, my chest, my back, my legs, my groin and of course my bum crack and hole, that was the most embarrassing as I knew the person working on me would, once they had removed my butt plug, be able to see the extent to which my bum hole was now a bois pussy in constant use. Later on in the day I was taken to another room, placed in a chair and had a female assistant told me to relax, everything would be fine, my sister held my hand and told me that I was about to have lip fillers put in, when the assistant finished, my lips felt as though I was permanently pouting, almost like they were sticking out a little from my face, my sister even before the woman left the room commented, “Wow, amazing, all the guys are going to want to fuck your pretty mouth now” I was still naked except for a hospital type gown and I was taken to a third room, given some creams and told to apply them to the areas that had been lazered, and then told to dress and come back in 4 weeks for follow up treatment. My sister told me we would in fact becoming back sooner than that, next week I was to have my make-up applied, I like make-up, I didn’t realise at first why it would be done there, why we had to travel all that way and my sister obviously noted the confusion on my face, “It will be tattooed on, eyebrows, eyeliner and lip blusher but to further enhance your lips, you will have lip blusher you can never have lips too big for sucking cock” We left the clinic and went shopping, my sister choosing the sexiest lacy and racy clothing and holding it in front of me, also getting me to try on skirts and asking the assistants what they thought, yes I was embarrassed, but at the same time I was once again the centre of attention and I loved that. We eventually left the city and got back to Peters place, and as my sister had promised, a couple of days later we were back in the city so I could have my makeup tattooed on, it was fine, it didn’t hurt except a little on my lips, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but think my lips where so big, they were just inviting to be fucked. I really didn’t look just like a girl anymore, now I looked like a whore, but when men looked at my chest and my two little bumps for tits, they would know what kind of whore I was. The funny thing was, that I wasn’t just attractive to men, the occasional woman would look at me too, not in disgust but somewhere between lust and curiosity, not very many, just one or two. Back at Peters, life went on as normal, quite boring when Peter was at work, but fun times when he was at home, lots of fucking and sucking and one night Peter even brought back two friends a married gay couple, the four of us had fun, and it got me to thinking, would Peter ever want to marry me? And if he did, would I? or even would I have a choice? How would it happen? I asked one of the guys he brought over and he said they got married in a register office, both in suits with friends there. Of course I couldn’t imagine myself in a suit anymore, obviously not gurly enough for me, but a wedding dress……………what the hell, Peter would not marry me and no one ever will, and in a wedding dress? Am I going completely nuts? The problem being I had way too much time on my hands and it left me time to think. Then, approximately a month after my first party, things changed, I fell ill, my head ached, I sweated, my glands in throat and groin came up and even as sick as I felt, Peter still insisted on using me, I hated him at that time, he didn’t much ask for blow jobs in that time but he still used my pussy a lot. I also heard from him that a few days before I got sick so did Helen, no one else seemed to get it and by that time I knew what it was, I had been checked and so had Helen and my sister took great delight in reading out our results to us when Helen was at Peters one evening, we were both Poz but, that wasn’t the end of Tracys so called great news, although I might have disagreed with her on the concept of “great news”, apparently Helen was pregnant and of course no one knew who the father was and the final bit of news, our mother was sick with the same symptoms we had had, they would wait for her results and if Poz, the three of us would be tattooed together and of course there would be the inevitable party.

glad to hear it, shame I am not there to take care of it, thanks for the feed back

We got to the house, the same one that I had been to two weeks earlier. All three of us got out of the car, my sister stating that she wanted to see what reception I got and so we walked into the house, I was very nervous, yes I had been here before, but I was so off my face then, I only had fleeting memories of what happened, tonight would I was sure, be different, although I may be allowed some relief through chems, I doubted I would be so far spun this time. We walked into the house, Peter first, me in the middle, my sister behind me, I was very conscious that I was wearing a micro mini dress and that it kept riding up a little as I walked and so I tried to pull the hem down a little, only to have my sister behind me slap my hands away telling me to leave it. As we entered the house, it was obvious some guys had started early, some were fully clothed, some half naked and some completely naked, some chatting, some stroking themselves, some making out and at least one blow job going down, there was thumping music playing and porn on the big screen TV, as we walked through the downstairs, I was getting quite a few looks and even some comments, “Hey fuck bunny, I want a piece of your ass” “Hey bitch, looking forward to you” And other such comments, I tried to smile but I was just so nervous, holding my clutch bag in front of me and following wherever Peter led. We were offered drinks, I took one as did Peter, and it didn’t taste that nice but after a few nervous gulps I began to get a buzz going on, by now Peter had led us through to the back of the house where a bed had been set up on a patio area, Peter indicated to the bed and said, “Get on there and relax, and do whatever they want, you know what is expected of you” Peter held my drink whilst I got on the bed, I had gone to take my shoes off but he told me to leave them on and I lay on my front and he handed my drink back and told me to drink it all down. Meanwhile my sister had a got what she called a “rig” from her bag, Peter took my empty cup from me and held my wrist pulling my arm straight, My sister tightened a strap around my upper arm then tapped the inside of my elbow area as soon as she was happy she took the syringe and inserted it into my vein. By this time I noticed several guys had gathered round to watch and as I felt the chems slide into my body, the sudden rush, my fears dissipated and the wanton lust kicked in. I heard my sister say ok, so who wants to go first, I heard at least one guy say, “Nah, I want to wait till some other guys have lubed that sissy pussy first” I heard another guy shout for us to wait a second before disappearing, he came back a moment later with a tooth brush, I didn’t understand, I was rolled over onto my front and then dragged backward onto my knees, my arse in the air, my face down, my dress pushed up, my G-string pulled from the crack of my arse, my butt plug removed and thrown on the bed next to my face and I felt something at my hole, I knew it was the brush and as it went in, the guy behind me leaned over to say, “We gonna make you bleed tonight bitch” There was lots of laughter and I felt the brush at work inside me, I was as high as a kite but scared at his words, the emotions sweeping over me, a mixture of fear and lust and even as I lay prone, crying, I still reached back to spread my arse cheeks for the men that were about to use and abuse me, the toothbrush was removed and held up for all to see, some little bits of skin appeared to be on it and the bristles where red, the guy then told me to open my mouth and he put the toothbrush in and I closed my mouth and could taste the coppery blood on it, Immediately I felt someone get onto the bed behind me, I felt someone spit on my arse and fingers rub it into the entrance to my hole and then pushing deep in me only to be withdrawn almost straight away and then I felt the first of many cocks that would violate me that night. The pressure of the first mans cock head against my hole was not much as I was already opened by the plug, but it felt intense he held onto my hips and pushed slowly then more and more until I felt his pubic hair against the cheeks of my arse, then he seemed to withdraw and I wanted to tell him to leave it in me to leave me filled and all of a sudden he rammed into me again, and again and again, another guy was nearer my head, he had a rag in his hand, he told me to open my mouth he took away the toothbrush and placed the rag in my mouth, I could almost taste the vapours coming off it as I went light headed. I felt the guy behind me tense, he pulled me into him and although I didn’t feel it I know he was painting my guts with his poison fuckslop, then, movement behind me as he got off the bed and another guy took his place, a hand on my hip, his cock pushing my boi cunt, then he is in and his other hand on my other hip as he starts to pound me. The first guy moves toward my head and climbs on the bed there, I have to assume it was the first guy to fuck me as he simply says, “Clean your ass slime off my cock bitch” He takes the rag from my mouth and I envelope his cock with my lips, no easy task when I am getting pounded from behind, but I do my duty, I perform my task, I suck and lick his cock and balls clean he turns spreads his arse cheeks and I clean him there too, tonguing, licking, sucking probing with my tongue until a second load is deposited in my guts and my second customer comes to the head of the bed to have his member cleaned by my willing mouth as I am mounted from behind again. I can’t tell you how long this went on for but I lost count somewhere after 12, and at some point I passed out, I woke to someone holding poppers under my nose, my dress had been removed completely, I was still in my stockings and suspender belt, I was still face down on the bed, only now there where far fewer men in the room, I think there may have been some watching from behind as someone worked something huge into my by now gaping faggot pussy, I felt the ring go pop, but no pain this time as I looked back, from the position the man behind me was in a muscular mid to late fifties guy, from his position I knew it was his fist he had inside me, not just some plastic horse cock but his actual fist and he started to punch inside my guts. It terrified me, the very thought that someone’s hand was inside my body and that he was treating me with such callous disregard, surely he must be doing some damage in there and then I felt a slight prick in my arm a warmth, then a rush as a band was released from my bicep, a band I hadn’t even notice being put on, but all of a sudden I didn’t care and I wanted my hole wrecked and I heard someone say, “Careful, don’t kill him”, “Nah, he will be okay, I have done this before, just loosening him up a little………you getting this on video?” “Oh Yeah, this time tomorrow, all over the net, what a fucking faggot slut, hell I bet you could get him to do anything at all right now” And I knew he was right, I would have done absolutely anything I had been told too. I awoke again sometime later I was being fucked again although I don’t know how much pleasure the stranger fucking me could get, he surely couldn’t touch the sides of my gaped open arse, faggot cunt, boi pussy whatever you want to call it, but even without the pleasure of the friction from my now broken sphincter on his cock, he still managed to dump more splooge in me and after a few seconds rolled off and lay on his back on the bed. Only one stupid thought went through my mind now, one crazy ridicules thought, I bet I could take Georges cock now, no problem. I awoke again to more poppers being waved under my nose and I was now on my back with my head supported by someone behind me, I felt something in my arse, most likely a finger or two, by now, I was so open and broken down there it could have been any number, and then I felt warmth/burning inside me and then my legs were lifted and held by whoever was at my head and again something was entering my body, another cock, I had lost count, was this a different one? Was it someone who had had me before? This was the scene for the next few hours. It was late on Sunday afternoon when Tracy collected us, by this time I could hardly walk and I felt the pressure on my arsehole when I sat down, my buttplug was in my clutchbag as it no longer stayed in place in my wrecked hole and simply fell out. Also, I had had to have two showers, Peter insisted I have a shower before my sister collected us and he was right to do so, I stank of sweat and cum, precum and piss and ass juice, so yes I stripped off my stockings and suspender belt climbed into the shower and washed everywhere and everything, even my hair as it was stuck together in clumps where guys had wiped there cocks clean of cum. I had just finished showering, got out of the tub when a guy walked in, told me to get back in the tub and on my knees and to open my mouth, then he pissed in me telling me to swallow and so I needed another shower when he finished, I got out, got dried put on my dress but without stockings or suspender belt, I put on my shoes and grabbed my knickers and waited with peter for my sister, as we sat there, Peter showed a couple of the guys who were sitting drinking coffee, some video footage of the previous few hours and he also showed me, I saw myself in so many positions, doing so many degrading things and the lust on my face was obvious, my desire was clear to anyone, it went without saying that the dirty faggot whore on the screen knew no limits and I felt ashamed of myself whilst at the same time elated that so many people wanted me, I was the centre of attraction, I was needed, I was wanted, I was the star.

im intrigued about this as a guy i chatted to on line had them and still wanted me to not only fuck him but rim him too, we never met

never been but would certainly enjoy working on a sweet Thai ladyboy hole but prefer my tops to be more muscular and chunky than Thais tend to be, still, I like to experiment

I got back to Peters and immediately stripped off, I put on some porn on his large screen TV and stroked myself to it, waiting for him to come home, when he did come home, I was still on the sofa but asleep, he wasn’t quiet, he woke me, said he needed to dump a load and pushed my head down onto his already naked groin, I was only half awake as he face fucked me, I no longer gagged, I had learnt to breathe through my nose and to use my tongue, when my face wasn’t in his groin, that is when I was servicing the top of his cock, I liked to play with his piss slit with my tongue but even that pleasure was short lived as he lifted my head, spun me around had me bent over told me to spread my cheeks, spat on my arse and slipped his fuck stick straight into me, no problem, no pushing, just went in with ease. When I felt him tighten, when I heard his gasp, I knew he was painting the insides of my fuck hole with his fuck slop, “Go get my box of toys” I went to the bedroom and got his box of toys and he selected a medium size plug and stuffed my arse with it, “There, that should keep my little breeders inside you” As we lay there, I felt comfortable in his arms, secure and certain that he would look after me, I traced the outline of the tattoo on his belly, “I’ve seen this on Daniel and George and a smaller one on my sister, what’s it signify?” “That my dirty little disease ridden fucker is a biohazard symbol, it means I am HIV Poz, and I am guessing that by now you will be too, and your mom and Helen, and even possibly your Dad” I felt a ball of ice in my stomach, I was stunned, I didn’t know what to say, “You mean I have aids? Am I dying?” “Ha ha we are all dying my little fuck puppet, some more slowly than others, and no you don’t have aids yet, that happens when your immune system has been severely damaged, but we will get you all tested soon enough” I still lay in his arms but now I was shaking, did Helen know? Did my mom know? How would my dad get it, my mom has only fucked Daniel once. I asked Peter these questions. “Because my little cock sucker, your dad has been fucking Helen for several weeks now, even before Daniel got his hands on her, this doesn’t mean he has HIV, but maybe, as for your mom and Helen, I don’t know if Daniel has told them yet, but he regularly ploughs them both and they also share used needles”, Peter laughed, although I don’t know what he found so funny, another thought came to mind, my mom, when she was getting fucked by Daniel didn’t seem to care that I saw her, and my sister was wandering around naked, and how come Helen did exactly what Daniel told her and how long had my dad been fucking her? “You like when I slam you with meth yes? And Meth is addictive, but we don’t do it too much, Helen and your mom on the other hand are both on Heroin, in fact your moms been taking it a bit longer than you realise, both have developed a habit and Daniel supplies it. As for how long your dads been fucking Helen, well I am pretty sure it’s been going on for a few months now” All these revelations, my mind in turmoil other questions, why did my sister get me involved, why did Daniel do this, of course it all comes down to money, It has to be, and now I also know my sister is the pimp for the girls and trannys we saw on the street, but why me? Did she get paid when I went to that party? Did George pay her? Did she get paid when Helen went to that stag party? Did the guys at the stag party know they could get the virus from her, maybe the groom got it, maybe he would pass it on to his wife, what kind of sick world where we living in and even as I was thinking these things, Peter pushed me onto my side pulled out my plug and started working my hole open with his fingers and I lay there and let him, knowing that he would soon be filling my guts with more poison. During the week, Peter took me to the tattoo studio again, this time for a couple of rings in my left ear, the side where my head is shaven, a nose ring, and a piercing for my navel. When we got there, my sister was already there with Helen, they were getting stretchers, (the loops that people put in ears to make the hole bigger), for Helens nipple piercings, and although the girl said they should wait, it had only been a week since the first piercings, my sister insisted, I noticed the girl doing the piercing seemed scared of my sister and Helen just was compliant, doing just what she was told. I tried to speak to Helen but she would not answer, I later found out that she had spent the previous night with George, I knew just how she felt, sore throat, difficult to swallow anything, and a gaping arse, but still a longing for it to be filled, and of course in Helens case she would almost certainly have a gaping cunt too. I found myself trying to imagine what it would be like to watch George fuck a woman, and as incredible as it sounds I found I had a longing for his cock, as immense as it was and knowing it would hurt, at that moment I wanted it but I also knew I would be scared of the damage he could do. Saturday arrived, I hadn’t been home at all, I had spent all my time at Peters place, my days and evenings spent smoking weed, sometimes slamming T, but always fucking, forever fucking, I know Peter gave me the vitamin supplements every day in tablet and injection form, but I also got to wondering if he gave me stuff to make me horny, I was forever turned on, always wanting to fuck and suck. Anyway, on Saturday, my sister came around and we all got in her car, Me, Peter and her, and we went to the same beauty salon where we got my hair styled. My hair was washed, the left side of my head clipped short whilst the rest left long, then the rest of the treatments began, I didn’t even bother to object, I guess I knew what was coming, my eyebrows where plucked and shaped, my sister told me that sometime soon they would be removed altogether and I would have tattooed eyebrows, mascara was applied along with eye liner my trainers and socks taken off and my toe nails cut and polished a vibrant red, false nails glued to my fingers, My sisters comment to them was “Make them as faggotty as possible” Lipstick applied along with lip gloss and I was given all the items they had used to take away with me, my sister put them in a clutch handbag of pink leather, it also contained a compact mirror and she gave the handbag to me to carry, “Now Tracy said, you are almost ready for tonight’s party, some nice clothes which I already have for you and you will be the belle of the ball” as she laughed out loud. We drove back to Peters place and got out of the car, Tracy opened the boot and retrieved a bag she had in there and we went inside, “Right Fagboi strip” my sister said, “but be careful of your makeup,” The first thing I noticed was that trying to get the zip on my jeans undone was not so easy with long fingernails, Peter went to help me but my sister said no, I would have to get used to it, she gave me a red lacy G-string, red fishnet stockings a red lace suspender belt a red lace bra, which she showed me how to put on and wear, and a red micro mini dress which clung everywhere, clearly showing the outline of my underwear not to mention my pierced nipples and navel, my nipples seemed to be becoming more sensitive by the day. Finally a pair of flat ladies shoes in white, As I dressed, my sister remarked to Peter, “Perhaps next time we could arrange for him to have lip fillers and also some saline injected into those tits, make them a bit more perky, oh and did I tell you I have arranged for Terri to come over on Tuesday and teach him how to walk in stilletoes” All the time they talked about this I just accepted it but my mind di wander, I was wondering what my mother and Helen where upto now? Was my mother with Daniel or was Dad home? Was Helen at another party, did they know they might have HIV? I was torn from my thoughts by my sister announcing, “There we go Fagboi, you are now absolutely ready, we might have to sign you on at the gym because you will probably end up putting on weight the amount of protein you are going to be ingesting, one way or another, anyway, come on, let’s go, I will pick you guys up tomorrow afternoon” Peter looked at me with a big grin on his face, “I am looking forward to this, and we will be recording it for future viewing, Hey maybe Helen would like to watch it” “Or mom” added my sister,

I couldn’t get my head around exactly what Daniel had just said, my confusion came from the fact that I wanted it, I really wanted him to come fuck me, why would I want that? I just saw him fuck Helen in her arse and he had promised the same to me, after last night with George I thought I would never again want a cock in my arse, but already I was looking forward to getting Daniels cock inside me. Tracy put her head around the door, “Hey fagboi, I’m leaving see you soon” and she blew me a kiss, Peter then came in with a small clutch type bag and a small bottle of water, he withdrew some tablets which he told me where vitamins, and an injection for my arse which he told me where different vitamins. Then he said, “Do you feel up to going out? I have some deliveries to make, you can just sit in the car if you want” “Ok” I got up and got dressed, I didn’t even look for boxer shorts, I just automatically put on a pair of panties, (light blue and crotchless), jeans socks tee-shirt and then when Peter was ready he led us out to his car. We drove to a rougher part of town, not the worse but definitely somewhere I had avoided in the past. We pulled up at the curb close to where two women were standing, one dressed in thigh high boots, dark fishnet stockings (hold ups), and a black mini dress with her boobs pushing the material to its structural limit, she had huge tits, her friend wore white high heels white stockings, suspender belt showing just below her blue micro mini skirt and a light blue tee shirt cropped so that her boobs where almost visible below where it had been cut, both women wore a lot of makeup and where smoking. Light blue top lady came over to the car and Peter lowered the window on my side as it was closest to the curb. She bent down and peered in and said “Hi Peter how are you?” “Hi Foxy, I’m fine, doing any business?” “Carla just left with one of her regulars” “Cool, anyway, Tracy wanted me to pass out these favours to you guys, keep up the good work” and he handed over a package concealed in his hand “Ok thanks” “No problem, see you guys……….oh hey, shouldn’t one of you be at that party with Helen tonight?” “Helen? The new girl? No, Daniel said they only asked for one and it would be a nice steep learning curve for her, lol,” “Ok, well see you soon” “Bye” We drove no more than a block and hell, it was actually just several yards, and we stopped again, this time two more ladies where chatting and both where dressed in high heels, both had on stockings, one dark the other white, both had on micro miniskirts one black one white and both had on white cropped tee shirts and lots of make-up, though neither had the large tits of the other two ladies. The one in the white miniskirt walked over to the car, the window on my side was already down, she looked at us both and straight away said “Oh, hey how you doing? I heard you might be joining us, you don’t remember me do you” “No, I don’t know you, we have never met, what do you mean joining you?” “Wrong one”, said Peter as he looked daggers at the girl leaning in the car, “you’re thinking of the other new girl” Oh yeah sorry, stupid of me, I am so stupid at times……………anyway, of course you know me we were at school together, I’m Terri Stone, used to be Terry with a Y now its Terri with an I” I racked my brain, Terry Stone was a boy that was in my class, I hadn’t seen him in ages, I looked at this girl and it slowly dawned on me, this was the same person. No, it can’t be, this girl although a little haggard looking was definitely not a guy, I obviously looked disbelieving and said as much, “Terry Stone is a guy” “Oh Honey, take a look” As Terri took a step back from the car and lifted her mini skirt there before me was a completely shaven and very pretty cock and balls. “Hey Terri”, said Peter, “Tracy sent a gift for all your hard work” Peter handed another package across, Terri dropped her skirt and reached in and took the gift, “Thanks Peter, you guys take care now, come back and visit soon” “We will” said Peter, “in the meantime, keep spreading the love, Now, just one more stop to make” We drove for a short while in silence, I could not get Terri Stone out of my head, she looked hard, but also sexy, she looked like a woman, in fact I could only think of her as a she. We pulled into a carpark behind a late supermarket, and not long after a police car also pulled up, they stopped so close to our car that they wouldn’t have to get out, inside I could see a police man aged about I would think mid 30’s and a police woman maybe 10 years younger, Peter wound down his window and the passenger of the police car, the man, wound down his, and Peter without a word passed a package over, something larger than the last two he had handed over. The policeman seemed to be checking me out, and said something to the driver, she leaned past him and checked me out too, “I’m guessing new meat?” said the policeman, “wouldn’t want to pick her up accidentally……………. anyway, thanks, see you next week” The police car left and that was my trip out coming to a close, a further insight in to the business my sister was in charge of. Peter drove me back to his place and dropped me off with a key, he had to go to work, I of course thanks to my sister was unemployed and so had nothing to do with my time except wait for Peter to come home, as I had the whole evening to myself and nothing to do I walked to my own house intending to get some books or my laptop. The lights where off downstairs but burning brightly upstairs, so I went straight in and climbed the stairs, my sister came to the landing wearing just a tee shirt again, as I looked up I could see her sex, she could see me looking and didn’t bother to cover herself, “Oh, hi fagboi, I thought I heard the front door, what are you doing here?” “I just came to get some things to do at Peters” “OK well dads out, not back till tomorrow evening…………….. How are you feeling now?” “Still sore, my throat still hurts and so does………………” “Don’t worry, you will be better in a couple of days, we will have to see if we can arrange for a party for you next week,” With that she turned away, all the while we had been talking I could hear the sounds of sex going on, grunting, moaning, flesh on flesh, a man’s voice saying “Oh yeah, you are so fucking tight,” Hang about, if Tracy is talking to me, and Helen is at a party then who is that?, I climb to the top of the stairs and see my sister in her room on her bed, naked now with her boyfriend Jon but the noises are coming from my mother’s room, the door is slightly ajar so I push it open the rest of the way and as I stand there, I realise I am not even shocked anymore, my mother naked, face down on the bed, a couple of pillows under her hips and ploughing into her from behind is Daniel, I am guessing he is fucking her arse and it is confirmed for me as he says, “Oh fuck yes nice and tight, I bet you have never been fucked in the arse before?” My mother can only grunt in response, I stand there staring and Daniel notices me, he puts his head close to my mother’s ear and says something, she turns her head to stare at me, but it is a glassy eyed stare, clearly she does not know who I am or even where she is, I realise my sister is at my side, still naked, “Yeah, moms a little drunk and well to be honest as high as a fucking kite, lol” “What did you do to her?” “Oh Daniel gave her a little drink, then he gave her something stronger” “Dads gonna kill you” “No one’s going to tell him” I stood there watching, my sister stood with me for a while, even Jon came and stood at the doorway, the three of us watching my mother getting fucked in her arse, groaning and grunting in such a way it reminded me of a pig and I was fascinated, I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t, I know watching your mother have sex is pretty sick, but I was so turned on, my sister had evidently seen plenty of scenes like this as she wandered back to her room taking jon with her and I stood there with my cock rock hard, I didn’t consider myself sick or a [banned word], after all, after everything I had been through and the amount of sex I had been involved in or witnessed recently, morality was so far in the distance, it didn’t matter anymore. Daniel withdrew from my mother then he pulled on his cock gasping leaning his head back and shot his load on her arse, he was still cumming as he pushed the head of his cock back inside her, he scraped some of his cum off her bum, smeared it on her arsehole then pushed it in with his cock, giving a few more deep strokes, he lay on her for a short while and I stood not even realising that I had dropped my jeans to the floor and I was standing in a pair of light blue crotchless panties, my cock and balls shaven, stroking my cock, I hardly noticed Daniel get off my mother but I did hear him say, “Get on your knees and suck it clean slut” He was stood in front of me, he put his hand on my shoulder and I went to my knees willingly, taking his beautiful cock in my hand, covered in cum precum my mother’s juices and traces of her blood and as disgusting as it sounds even a little shit, but I was mesmerised and took it into my mouth and sucked and licked and cleaned it for him, tasting both him and my own mother on him. He turned and walked away towards my sisters room, I stood, and reached for my own cock once more, I walked into my mother’s room and looked at the mess on her arse, I used my left hand to spread her cheek so I could see her bruised and battered shit hole, she looked over her shoulder at me but not really seeing me and I stroked my cock till I came, shooting spurts onto her back and onto her shit hole and dribbling down to her cunt. I realised what I had done and left the room, staggering over my own jeans still around my ankles, I pulled them up and rushed to my won room glancing into my sisters room as I went, seeing her getting fucked by Jon as Daniel smoked a joint watching them. I got to my room, finished dressing myself and grabbed what I came for, I walked past my sisters room, my sister being eaten out by Jon and Daniel still watching, I went to my mother’s room to look at her again, she was still in the same position only now breathing deeply, asleep, I saw her used knickers on the floor, picked them up, shoved them in my pocket and left, walking the street back to Peters, my mother’s soiled knickers in my pocket, I would put them to my nose and smell them as I walked lost in thought

Just to be clear on this, (sorry I am a bit of a numpty about these things, by covid passport, you mean a NHS Covid pass as can be downloaded and seen on your mobile? Thanks

We left Georges place and he drove us to Peters, when we go there I walked into the living room, head down and just stood there waiting to be told what to do, I guess I was in shock. When Peter realised the state I was in he asked, “For fucks sake George, what have you done to him?” “What do you mean him? It is an It, and it has a cunt for a shithole” “Christ George, it looks like “it” is traumatised, Christ Tracy is gonna be pissed at you” “She said break it in I broke it in, she said cure its gag reflex I cured its gag reflex, ………hey bitch, strip” And I stripped, standing there head down naked, ready for whatever would happen, “See, it’s just an obedient little cunt now” Peter took pity on me, coming over to me he put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Hey Sweetie, go to bed, I will be in later” I didn’t say anything, just went into the bedroom, not even closing the door I got into bed and assumed the position, face down arse up, Peter came in and said, “No no baby, you just sleep” and he turned me on my side, I lay there awake, my mind in complete turmoil, he left me there and went back to the living room, closing the door behind him. I am not sure how long I lay there, but at some point in walked my sister, “Hey fagboi, how you doing? I hear you had a busy night, how’s your pussy? Come on roll over let me take a look” And I did, I just did what I was told, Jesus, I just obeyed my sister like she owned me, I think at the back of my mind I was scared I would have to service George again “Spread your cheeks for me”, She then fingered my arse, because it was sore I don’t know how many fingers she put in me but it was more than one, and when she removed them and told me to roll over and open my mouth, she put 4 fingers in my mouth for me to clean “How’s your throat?” “Sore”, it was the first word I had said since the night before, and it was very husky, what some people call a smokers voice, definitely not like I normally sound. “Well, I tell you what as you have been such a good little slut I am going to give you a treat” Whilst she had said this her right hand had slid from my throat, over one of my nipple rings and now was between my legs gently pulling on my cock, Oh my God, my sister was masturbating me, and then she did something more surreal, she took my cock into her mouth and sucked me, my own sister giving me a blowjob, how many times had I dreamed of this in the past and so inevitably despite the pain in my cunt and my throat, I blew my load, my sister kept sucking, then moved up the bed and kissed me, her lips opening and my mouth filling with her saliva and my own cum. I lay there in a cold sweat, naked, no covers, limp, having spent my cum, and now the taste of it in my mouth “You were supposed to be going to a party tonight”, she said, “My bad, I should have known that after George had used you, you would be useless for a couple of days, never mind, you just rest I have phoned the pub and told them you quit so you don’t have to worry about getting up for work, oh, by the way, you have visitors” My sister got up and walked to the door, I pulled the sheet over me and my sister spoke to someone in the living room and then in walked Daniel and Helen. Daniel was dressed casually, but Helen was dressed like a cheap whore, White high heels, white fishnet stockings, white suspender belt, I know this because you could see the straps below the hem of the extremely short black skirt she was wearing and a thin, I mean very thin white blouse, no bra, you could plainly see her tits, and lots of makeup. She was clearly on some kind of drug, her eyes where not focussed her walk unsteady. Daniel stood close to her, one hand under her skirt at the back, the other slipped into her blouse and played with her tit. “Hey”, he said, “how you doing? I was hoping we could have some fun tonight as Helen here is going to a stag party, aren’t you babe,” as he kissed her, “”Nine guys are gonna have some fun with you tonight aren’t they babe” Helen just nodded like in a dream and she smiled probably unaware of what had just been said, and unaware that she was being felt up in front of me. As for me, I just lay there numb, my mind had gone into overload in the past few days and I just lay and watched as Daniel whispered something to Helen and she sank to her knees, undid his jeans and began to suck his cock right there in front of me, the woman who I thought I loved, who I thought I would marry, who I thought loved me, slurping on Daniels fuckstick, and then he lifted her to her feet, bent her over the end of the bed so she was facing me, lifted her skirt, withdrew a buttplug rom her arse, threw it on the bed and then slid his cock into her arse and proceeded to fuck her in front of me, whilst watching me, “You might not be up to getting fucked today, but you can have her when I’ve finished if you want……….no?, oh well, up to you but we will be leaving soon got to drop her off with the guys” Daniel grunted, his face twisted and he dumped his fuckslop into Helen, he didn’t care that she didn’t cum, He just slapped her arse and retrieved the buttplug from the bed and re-inserted it. He looked at me, “you sure? Shes nice and loose…………….ok well come on then whore we might as well go, oh and hey, don’t worry, when your feeling better and a bit tighter I will fuck you too, you can count on it.

also have come close to passing out one time when blowing a guy in a sauna, loved that he forced my head down onto him and didnt care about me as his receptacle

I started work at the top bar, ensuring it was well stocked, then the middle and then the lower bar, that’s where my sister was tonight, taking over Peters job for the evening. There were only a few of the regulars in the whole building, I didn’t want to talk to my sister, but she greeted me anyway, “Hi Fagboi, how you doing?” I ignored her but she kept talking anyway “I hear your staying at George’s tonight, hope you got some sleep this afternoon, you’re going to need your energy later” she sniggered at her own private joke I walked away to start collecting glasses when I heard her remark loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear, “Are those moms’ knickers you’re wearing? She has noticed some missing, and stockings, have you got those too?” I turned absolutely bright red, turned around and went up the stairs to clean glasses in another bar. The next couple of hours went without incident although I avoided the lower bar and my sister in the end I had to go back down there and when I did I noticed George sitting at the bar, I had not noticed him come in, when he saw me a smile spread across his face, my sister spoke up “Where you been Fagboi, we have glasses need collecting and washing” “Oh leave him alone” said George, “he is a busy boy” “Or will be later from what I hear” sniggered my sister and George laughed alongside her, I went straight to George, just as I had been instructed by Peter and coached what to say, before he dropped me off, “Thank you for putting me up tonight, I do appreciate it and won’t be any trouble and I will do anything to make my stay pleasurable for you” I was again bright red when I said this, it seemed, it was becoming my natural colour. George reached to my waist and plucked at the side of my G-string showing, “Whose are these?” I thought about lying but knew Peter or my sister would say something “My mother’s” “Nice sexy, I bet she is a sexy bitch too if she wears this kinda thing” “She is” my sister spoke up I was shocked as I never thought my sister would ever talk about our mother like that “She has some real sexy lingerie and a few toys too, as my sissy brother knows only too well, isn’t that right Fagboi?” As she humiliated me by saying these things, George had reached his hand up and was caressing my left nipple, it was still sensitive and felt nice and I took a step toward him so he didn’t have to reach so far, so our bodies where nearer, so my groin touched his leg as he sat on the barstool. Oh my fucking God, what was I doing, I mumbled something about work to do and rushed off towards the bars upstairs only to be called back by my sister reminding me that work still needed doing down there. I rushed around as fast as I could, collecting and washing the glasses and putting them on the shelves, I hated bending over or stretching up to put the glasses where they needed to be as it showed more of my stomach and lower back. I got the job done and went back to the other bars, I noticed every now and again just on odd occasions, I would catch someone looking at me, different people, some my ager some older and I realised they were appraising me, one or two even smiled, not a smile at my humiliation but rather an indication that they liked what they saw. I know that makes me sound big headed, but it wasn’t many people, maybe just 3 guys the entire night. At one point I returned to the lower bar to find George had bought me a drink and asked me to sit with him, of course I told him I was busy but my sister insisted I could spend a few minutes as an employee, I was also a hostess she said, it didn’t even occur to me that she had referred to me as a hostess rather than a host, anyway, I sat on a barstool next to George and immediately his hand was on my thigh, quite high up and stroking gently, I knew I should not close my legs and so I sat there whilst he kept his hand on my thigh, indicating to everyone that for tonight at least, I was his property. I quickly drank my drink and got back to work, and when I finished, George was waiting to take me back to his place, he promised my sister that we would have a great night and we walked out to his car. When we got to Georges place, we got out of his car and he put his arm around me like I was his girlfriend or something, in fact much the same way that Helen and I had walked many times, we entered his house and he led me through to the living room. George’s house was lovely, clean and full of the latest gadgets, he obviously had plenty of money as I guessed from the huge flat screen TV on the wall, and when he showed me the bedroom a massive bed, mirrors on walls and ceiling, he obviously liked to watch himself. “Where am I sleeping?” “You will be in here with me, now, let’s get you out of those jeans and let’s get a proper look at what you look like in your mother’s panties………………wow, you look fucking sexy in them, I bet she does too, next time you come here I want you to wear a different pair of hers, and don’t wear clean ones, wear some from the laundry basket” Oh, fucking gross, I now realised what an actual [banned word] George was, but, I could live with that, I had no intention of coming back here I stood there in just the G-string I had removed my tee-shirt , jeans socks, trainers, George admired my nipple adornments, playing with them, twisting and pulling them, I could see his trousers starting to tent at the front, he saw me looking and grinned, “Get it out“ he smiled at me, I reached for his belt, undid it and pulled the loose end from the loop, I unbuttoned his trousers, I unzipped him, but not easily as his member was straining against the material and I was as nervous as a girl on her prom date, even though I had now had my share of cocks, I was still shaking like a leaf, and when the zip was lowered, his cock sprang forward, he wasn’t wearing underwear, but that wasn’t the surprise, the size of his cock is what shocked me, I knew there was no way I would get that inside me, “Don’t worry” he said “lots of girls don’t think they can handle it, but they do, in fact over the years I’ve only had two accidents, one eventually recovered and the other received a handsome payout, now turn around”, I was shaking like a leaf, it was even bigger than the large dildo Peter had used on me, I am not sure quite how big but it looked at least as long as the 12 inch rule I used to have at school, and oh my god was it thick, I know my hand would definitely not close around it. He carried on talking whilst I turned around, and as I had my back to him, George grabbed my arm and pulled it behind me, I felt something around my wrist and heard a click, then he grabbed my other arm and the same thing, now, then he turned me to face him again, this time he picked up from a table I hadn’t noticed, a collar which he fastened around my neck, not tight but it felt heavy, and then he fastened a dog leash to it and then he said “You’re going to need to get it wet for me” he pushed me to my knees and as I tried to put my hands in front of me I found I couldn’t, for the second time in my life, for the second time in a week, I was wearing handcuffs. I looked up at him already tears forming in my eyes, “Please” He grinned evilly “Open wide you silly sissy Bitch” I wasn’t just frightened, I was scared to death and he knew it, and it gave him power, power over me more than just being able to tell me what to do, I had no choice, and unlike Peters cock, I would not worship this one, I couldn’t kiss it and lick it as I did Peters, instead I just opened my mouth and George penetrated my face, slowly at first, but then moving with more rhythm and pushing in deeper, I was already choking, gagging, making disgusting sounds as he was reaching my throat with his meat, his hands on my ears pulling me onto him, then holding the back of my head and forcing ever deeper I couldn’t breathe, I hadn’t really learnt to deep throat, my face was in his groin, when I realised my nose was in his pubic thatch, I knew I must have nearly all that monster inside my throat, tears streaming down my throat, no oxygen getting into my body, then he withdrew and as I tried to take air in he pounded into my mouth and throat again, as he ravaged my throat, and my mouth although stretched wide was still straining to take it all in, he said to me “Maybe I should do this to your mother too, I don’t often use women, I prefer young transitioning faggots like you, but I think it would be satisfying to have you watch me do her, which reminds me, Tracy wants me to train someone called Helen too, I believe she used to be your girlfriend, well, Daniel tells me she is an accomplished cock sucker, but I wonder if she ever deep throated one this size” And as he continued to ravage my throat and hold me close into his pubic region, I guess it was inevitable that I would pass out and as I did I still had his words ringing in my mind, when I came too, I was on the bed, on my back, my hands till behind me, my head almost upside down as it hung off the edge, I felt sick and the lights where overshadowed by the figure that stood over me as he began to squat down a little so he could bring his humungous penis in line with my mouth, he didn’t hesitate, he pushed it in again slowly but then just rammed it in as hard as he could, I guess my throat had already been opened by him as he went straight in all the way down he fucked my face like this for a while, saliva, snot and precum coming out of my nose and mouth and running down my face into my eyes and over my forehead and into my hair. George withdrew, he twisted me around on his bed and scraped up the god awful goo from my face and put it back in my mouth, he coughed up a load of phlegm and spat that directly into my mouth the grinned at me as he tilted my mouth closed and then pinched my nose closed too, I swallowed it all I had no choice, but due to the power of this man, I think I would have swallowed it anyway, that evening being truly in his possession I would have committed murder, bestiality, absolutely anything, as it was I wasn’t required to do those things, but I was required to be an obedient piece of fuck meat. George walked around the bed and then clambered onto from the other side, he grabbed my feet and spun me into a position where he was at my feet looking down on me, he raised one leg at a time, then taking some lube he started to finger my arse slipping in one finger, moving it around, grinning at me, “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time now, tonight you will be well and truly fucked” I shook, I already knew what was between his legs and soon would be buried deep within my body, I knew my insides would have to move out of the way to accommodate the immense meat pole he would put inside me and I was frightened, I was convinced he would do permanent damage to me, I remembered that walk home after the first night I got fucked, how sore my arse was, how scared I was and yet I am sure no one at that party had a fuckstick as big as the one soon to impale me. George withdrew his finger, then inserted two, at least he was lubricating my hole, not that it would do much good, he scissored his fingers in an effort to open me more then withdrew them again, he put my ankles on his shoulders to get easier access to my boy pussy, he kept putting his fingers in and opening me up then taking them out and then he added a third and continued, then a fourth, all the while working me open and he leaned forward to look me in my eyes and said in a vicious voice, like he hated me “Don’t worry you dirty little cunt, I am under strict instructions not to damage you, if it wasn’t for that, I would fuck you up bad you pathetic stupid little faggot, prancing your cute arse about behind that bar like your too fucking good for the likes of me, when I finish with you, you will be able to get a fucking elephants cock in your arse” He continued to work me open and eventually my sphincter failed, he had tucked his thumb in and his whole hand slid inside me, and then he started again, he already had one hand in me, filling my guts, making me moan, and then he started working a finger from his other hand inside me, this had been going on for sometime now, and continued for sometime more, it felt like forever and all the while I had crazy thoughts going through my head, thoughts of him doing this to my mother, to Helen, the two women I had loved, I still loved, I……….oh god I don’t know anymore………….. thoughts that I would no longer be of any use to Peter and that he wouldn’t want me…………….thoughts that where ridiculas, like the old joke that we used to tease a boy a school whose mother was fit but known to sleep around, that she would be buried in a Y shaped coffin, and now I would need a similar coffin, stupid thoughts, and then I felt a burning sensation in my bowels and it was familiar and at once I was happy and scared, George had just put a shard in me, quite a large one by the feel of it, I was happy because now I would get some pleasure from that shard, scared because I knew it would make me crave his cock in me, pounding my loose stretched out hole, leaving me disfigured gaping, useless. Even though I was in a feeling of euphoria, I still felt the pain when he put the head of his colossal prick to my gaping arse hole, he rubbed it over my distended hole and grinned at me as I whimpered. “You’re lucky, I have opened you up far more than some of my bitches” And then he pressed forward, OH MY GOD! Is this what it feels like to have a baby????? The pain was immense, and did not decrease even after he had pushed in and out of me a few times, making more progress into my bowels each time, pushing further, then withdrawing, then pushing further again and pushing harder, it took some time, my stomach muscles where cramped but George was face to face with me, my face was soaking wet from my tears and I am sure I would have screamed had it not been for the ravaging my throat took earlier, but now as we were nose to nose, he said, “Good little faggot cunt, you’ve taken it all” And then he withdrew and pounded into me, he slammed into me, he thrust into me and the pain was like nothing I had felt before and went on and on and on, and I could see the evil glint in his eye and then I saw the twitch and felt him coat the insides of my bowels with his man fluid, his baby batter, his fuck slop. He collapsed on top of me, then withdrew his diminishing monster from my gaping hole, got up onto his side, leaning on his elbow, he spat at my face in disgust, “Disease ridden faggot, NOW, you have a cunt” I lay there so empty, empty of mind and empty of body, confused, aching, sore, humiliated and yet I felt a stupid idiotic sense of achievement, I was still here, I had no idea of any damage to my buy cunt, but I was still here and I had served him and he had emptied himself into me until he was spent and I thought about his massive member throbbing engorged, enlarged and the tattoo just above his groin so like Peters and Daniels tattoos, and I dreamed of giving birth from my new cunt and I dreamed of my mother and Helen side by side taking this vast member and in some small sense I was elated, I had achieved, could they?

The following day, Wed, was a day of sex, fucking, sucking, rimming, piss, spit and stretching my arse pussy with fingers and toys, I also tried my first marijuana, I was having a wonderful time, spending most of it naked wearing only my piercings, a sheen of sweat and a layer of cum, though most of the cum coated the inside of my bowels. In the afternoon, before my parents would normally come home from work, I went home to collect a few things and to leave a note saying “stopping at a friends for a few days”, the first thing I needed was underwear as Peter had thrown my last boxers in the bin, I needed some more, he also asked me to pick up a couple of items of lingerie in the form of knickers, I thought I would get one pair each from my sister and my mother to lessen the suspicion of them going missing, but I went to my room first, my fresh laundry was staked on the chair by my computer which is where my mom always left it, I grabbed one pair of jeans from the pile, 3 pairs of boxers and three tee-shirts and three pairs of socks, and I needed another pair of jeans, tee-shirt and underwear to wear today. I would put the remaining pile of clothes in respective drawers and then go and chose some knickers, I had left my mom’s knickers at Peters place, he said he would throw them in the wash and what the hell, he said, “As they suit you so much, you might as well keep them, I will enjoy seeing you in them again” As I opened the respective drawers placing in Jeans, shorts, tee-shirts, socks, I opened my underwear drawer and there inside on the top where the three items Tracy had given me yesterday, the two pairs of crotchless knickers, the G-string and matching bra that wasn’t a bra, merely straps. I was angry with her what if my mom had seen them, but then mom never goes in my drawers, (or so she said), but I held them up and looked at them, they looked pretty and I did feel sexy yesterday wearing my mom’s G-string, I looked at the labels on them, and I shoved them in my bag, went to my computer and booted it up, I then looked up fantasygirl, the label on the lingerie, it sold an exclusive range of “Tgirl” lingerie, on line available at certain retail stores this lingerie was actually designed for guys, and it dawned on me, guys like me. It was all so beautiful, so pretty and so sexy, without thinking I set up an on-line account although I didn’t buy anything, after I set up the account I immediately felt guilty and shut my computer down but I decided then to also go and check out my sisters stuff, I chose one lace thong from her drawer, though there was loads I liked, then I did the same from my mom’s drawer, this time I had more time to look through my mom’s things, she had some extremely sexy underwear, even including some crotchless panties, stockings suspender belts, (apparently Americans call them Garter belts, I had noticed that on the on-line shop), wow, you get a whole new perspective on your mother when you see what she wears underneath, I don’t know why, I really don’t, but I grabbed a suspender belt, black and red, and a pair of dark lace top stockings and another black net fronted G-string, shoved them in my bag and rushed out of the house, I had gone perhaps half a street when I felt so guilty, I rushed back to return all of it, only to see my sisters car pulling onto the drive, I didn’t want to face her so I turned around again and walked away I got back to Peters, he was sat on the sofa, wearing just a Tee-shirt, nothing more, his fat cock hanging out and laying limp but glorious between his legs. He asked me to put my stuff in the bedroom, whilst he rolled a joint, I came back into the living room and he had put the finished joint on the table, he was on his hands and knees putting another DVD in the player below the TV, I stared at his arse, thinking of getting my tongue in there, knowing that at some point today he would be telling me too, the very thought caused a stirring in my belly, a twitch in my groin. He got up, sat back down and lit up the joint, passing it to me, I took a deep inhalation and coughed, I still wasn’t used to smoking, but all of a sudden I felt completely relaxed, Peter leaned in and kissed me on the lips and pushed his tongue inside my mouth, he didn’t need to push, I would have invited him in anytime. The DVD had started and this one showed a young crossdressing lad, maybe 19, with a much older man, in his 60’s or even older, although you wouldn’t have thought so from the size of his prick, standing proud and engorged, the lad was very effeminate looking and was wearing knickers, (a thong, lace), and a tee-shirt, the old man’s hands where all over his crossdressing friend and I felt Peters hands on me, touching my nipples, playing with my nipple rings whilst he nibbled my ear, he stuck his tongue right into my ear, Jesus how did he know, that is something the turns both Helen and myself on, it is kinda our thing, I once fucked her at a bustop, in front of an old guy, she let me ‘cos I stuck my tongue in her ear and it just turned her on so much, same with me, Christ you do that to me and I am open to anything, how the fuck did he know? Or is it just a natural thing, Helen was my first and only girlfriend so I didn’t have too much experience. Anyway, as he did it I writhed and squirmed, I reached for his cock and as I held it I ran my thumb over the head and could feel the precum oozing out. I wanted sooo much to suck on it but I was also loving what he was doing to my ear, he must have read my mind as he pushed my head down to his hard member, I didn’t suck it straight away, I kissed it gently, then licked the head, then opened my mouth wide and took it into me sucking, kissing, taking it out to lick it, my God I was in love with his cock. He laid back on the sofa and as I went to go down on him he told me to stop, strip and so I did, I was naked, on my knees on the sofa with his cock in my mouth and a dreamy look in my eyes, I loved my man so much, I wanted this to last forever and I knew I would do whatever I had too to keep him. “Gonna try something different today, stay on all fours” He got up from the sofa and came behind me, I heard him moving about, some rustling, then I felt his finger at my bum hole, he pushed his finger in moved it around then withdrew it, then pushed it in, both times it went in with relative ease, Hell, over the past few days there hadn’t been much time when I didn’t have something in my arse, but this time I felt a mild burning sensation and then nothing for a few mins, then all of a sudden, wow, I mean really fucking WOW! FUCK, I wanted him in me, FUCK, I was feeling amazing, and I would have done anything he asked so long as he gave me his cock FUCK, when I said I would have done anything, I mean anything, if we had been in a crowded room and he told me to strip and get ready to fuck I would have done it, all my inhibitions where gone, I was a cock craving fucker, I needed to be fucked by him, in fact by anyone, it was amazing. And he did fuck me, it seemed to go on forever but I still wanted more, I have no idea when I passed out, but I know I woke sometime in the early hours, I was alone on the sofa and cold, and Peter had evidently gone to bed. I thought I needed to shit, but I put my fingers to my fuck hole and found it was filled with a plug, I just knew the insides of my bowels would be coated in cum, I never thought about it being absorbed into my body, that’s the kind of stuff I learnt about later but for now I was content to have it in me. That’s how the next couple of days went on, when we were not at work, there was lots of fucking, lots of sucking, sometimes Peter taking pics of me, naked or in the knickers I had stolen from my sister and mother, even wearing the stockings and suspender belt, I didn’t mind, if it turned Peter on then it turned me on too, of course I even had my own knickers that my sister had bought for me, I wore them all and was fucked in every position in them all It was on the Friday that Peter told me that he had made other arrangements for me that night, it was Peters night off and I had to work, but he told me he would be going out, he wouldn’t say where, but he said he had made arrangements for me to stay with a friend. “I don’t need to stay with a friend, I could stay here I’m not a kid” “I am not having you stay here” “Well, OK, I can just wait outside the door until you come back” “No, you’re not having the neighbours complain I have a tramp sleeping on my doorstep” “OK, I’ll go home for the night” “Not a good idea, I spoke to Tracy, your dad is really pissed at you, she said you should stay away from him for a bit” “Why? I haven’t done anything” “No idea, Tracy would not say why he was mad at you though she did allude to the theft of some of your mother’s underwear” I wasn’t happy but could see no other way out, I didn’t know where else I could stay, not with the ways I had changed recently, shunning my friends to spend time with Peter, and my change in appearance too, so that’s how I ended up staying at Georges place that Friday night. George it turns out, was the man who sits at the bar and is a friend of Peters, He is the one who remarked that my mother’s G-string looked very sexy on me. I wasn’t happy going there and told Peter so. “You be nice to him, he is going out of his way to take you home from work and put you up for the night, you do what he says, OK? Exactly what he says, without question and yes, if he comes on to you, you let him ok?” “But what about us? I just want to be with you” “We are together, but not tonight, Listen, I think you are being bloody ungrateful, people are trying to look out for you and look after you and you are being selfish, if George wants to sleep with you, you just bend over and take one for the team OK?” “But how can we be in a relationship if I am sleeping with other men?” “Oh for fucks sake, on Saturday I invited you to a party and you ended up getting buggered by at least ten different guys, you didn’t complain then did you?” “But……….” “No buts, do you want to come back here on Saturday or not?” “Yes” “OK, then tonight, if he wants you too you will suck his cock and spread those gorgeous arse cheeks for him and do anything else he wants you too, OK?”…………”OK?” “Yes….ok” “Right now start getting ready for work and put on that black G-string of your mothers, oh and a tight tee-shirt, if you haven’t got a tight one, I have” I did as I was told, my nipple rings showed through the tee-shirt, I even pulled up the sides of the G-string as I knew Peter liked that and I wanted to please him, I had upset him enough, he was right I was being ungrateful, I was being childish, when I came out of the bedroom, he took me to work, he dropped me off and I walked in to the expected stares and comments, I was utterly dejected.

Well, I was alone in the house, my sister had gone shopping and my parents had gone to work, I managed to waste the day away, most of it I am sure you don’t want to know about, usual stuff watching TV, playing X-Box, watching porn, although to be fair I didn’t watch my usual porn, guys and girls, girls on girls, no, this time I was checking out some of the older guy/younger guy stuff, Twinks I found out they are referred to as. Some of it just ordinary fucking, some of it BDSM, some group, I imagined myself at the centre of some of the scenarios and jacked off for ages shooting hard and long whilst watching a Twink getting fucked by two guys, I was imagining Peter and Daniel taking turns at either end of me and all the while I did this, I had my mothers Vibrator deep in my arse and touched my new nipple piercings, pulling on them. I felt so damn horny. Sometime in the afternoon, my sister came home, I heard her enter the house, I heard her come up stairs thinking she would just go to her room, but just in case, I grabbed a towel that had been lying on my bed and threw it round my waist and sure enough, she just walked into my room as if she had every right too. She had several bags with her and for maybe the first time in my life I thought, “where does she get her money from, she works behind a bar that’s all”, my thought was short lived as she smiling, put the bags down and reached inside one and brought out a smaller bag which she threw at me, “Here you go Fag boy, a present for you” and she picked up her bags and strolled out. I opened the bag and found inside two pairs of crotchless knickers and one lace G-string which also came with a bra, although it wasn’t really a bra as the was no cups for tits, just strings, and I heard my sister shout, maybe you can try them on for me, make sure they fit. I stormed into her room and threw them at her, she just continued to smirk, so I didn’t say anything, just turned around and went back to my own room, luckily it wasn’t too long after that that mom and dad came home and a short while later mom called me and Tracy down to eat, but I wasn’t hungry, funny but I haven’t had an appetite for a couple of days now, so I just got showered and ready to go to work. On arriving at work I went straight to the downstairs bar with my bag so Peter could store it behind the bar but mainly because I wanted to see him, as soon as I did, my face lit up, it was almost like a schoolboy crush. There was only one customer in the downstairs bar a middle aged balding guy who smiled at me when I walked in, but I ignored him and went straight to Peter he put his hands around my waist and pulled me to him and proceeded to kiss me, long and deep, at first I was worried about the customer, but as I felt Peters cock growing and pushing against my own groin and my own cock responding, I thought what the hell and kissed him back, our tongues entwining, saliva passing between us and as Peter pulled away I wanted it to go on forever. He looked at me smiled and said, “So, how’s my sexy little fuck slut” I kinda wavered a smile, not sure I would consider myself a fuck slut, but at least he said I am sexy, trouble was he said it loud enough for the customer to hear and as I looked across the guy was grinning. “so, what are you wearing under those jeans?” “Boxers” Peters Face darkened, “I thought I asked you to wear a thong or G-string!” “I have one it’s in my bag” “So why aren’t you wearing it then?” “I thought you meant for later”, I was getting so embarrassed as the customer was clearly listening “Go get it” I got it and Peter held out his hand, I handed it over, he held it up to look at it, the customer was also looking and smiling “Very nice, whose is it?” “My mom’s” “Well it will look even sexier on you, Go put it on” I looked at the customer then rushed to the toilets, and changed into it, I went back to the bar and Peter and the customer where talking, “Boxers” I handed Peter my Boxers which he immediately threw in the bin, “You won’t be needing them anymore, now show me”, I looked at the customer who was actually leaning over the bar to get a look as he was grinning, before I could react Peter had undone my belt and removed it from the loops of my jeans, rolling it up, he said, “Come on I want to see” I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zip and opened them so Peter and by now the customer could see, Peter slipped my belt into his pocket and reached toward my waist, pulling up the sides of the G-string, forcing the mesh fabric to outline my cock which was still hard “Very nice, very sexy, can’t wait to get you home tonight”, Peter turned to the customer, “What do you think?” “Very sexy, very fucking sexy”, as he licked his lips and I was disgusted “Now button yourself up and get to work, I am looking forward to some fun with you later” I refastened my jeans and went back up to the other bars knowing there would be glasses to collect and wash, as soon as I was out of sight I pushed down on the sides of the G-string below the waist of my jeans, unfortunately as I no longer had a belt on, my jeans kept slipping down and gave flashes of what I was wearing underneath, but other than a few sniggers and snide comments the evening was uneventful with the exception that every time I went to the lower Bar I had to pull up the sides of the Knickers as I know that’s how Peter wanted me to wear them. The first customer at the lower bar couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me, Peter told me he had bought me a drink and told me to be nice to him but when he asked me to stay and chat, I made my excuses and carried on working, eventually he left and Peter and I finished cleaning the bar and left. I was loving it, being with “my man”. This was my dream now, previously I just wanted Helen and her pussy, though sometimes I would have liked her arse but she never let me, now it seemed she was giving it to Daniel and maybe Jon too We eventually got back to Peters place and as soon as we got inside I threw my arms around his neck wanting to hold him and wanting him to hold me and to want me, he laughed and we kissed and he said, “Come on you horny little bitch, lets fuck, I knew I was in heaven and knew the night could only get better, it did, we stripped we kissed on the bed our naked bodies entwined, Peter got up and put some porn on the TV, he got his box of Dildos out and selected a smaller one, it had a tail attached to it. “Right come here bitch” I had already removed my clothes with the exception of my mother’s G-string, he turned me around told me to bend over and the spitting on my arse he worked a finger in, I could feel his nails scraping me, he then put in another finger and worked them in and out, opening them to open my hole, I then felt the cold steel of the plug pressed against my arse, and slowly he forced it in until I heard a pop and it was inside me, “Right stand up…………….now pose”, He had his phone in his hand and was taking pictures of me, pictures of my cock in the G-string pictures of me bending over but looking back at the camera so you could see both my face and my arse with the plug in, I knew I was making him happy so I complied with every move he made me do, eventually stopping he started to take his own clothes off,…..now the real fun would begin. I lay on the bed as Peter got out his bag of tricks, first he gave me a pill when I asked what it was he told me it was a vitamin, I dry swallowed it, then he wrapped a band around his arm, took out a pre-prepared syringe, tapped a vein, slipped the needle in, drew it back so a little blood entered the tube, then he injected half the contents into his arm, then he carried out the same procedure with me, I rushed, I felt so full of life, so confident and Peter had me get on all fours, he pulled out the plug, threw it on the bed then I felt his cockhead at the entrance to what I was beginning to think of as my pussy, he fucked me more than once that night, a couple of times holding a bottle under my nose and telling me to sniff, wow, another head rush, I could feel the pressure and all the time he fucked me he was talking, I didn’t understand some of what he said, but I was buzzing and just knew I was making my lover happy “Oh yes my little fuck pig, you will make a fine addition to the herd, I am going to enjoy fucking you and watching you change, I’m going to teach you so much, you’ll never be the same” Several times he withdrew from my arse pussy, telling me to suck his cock, the he would go at me again from behind, he must have dumped 3 loads of fuck slop in me that night, and at the end, he put his fingers in my arse scooping out cum and arse juices, he put his fingers in my mouth for me to suck clean and I obliged, I would do anything for him, then he reached into the box once more and brought out a large dildo, the same as I had in me before, about 9 inch long I think, but after him working my arse pussy, it slid right in. I lay there in his arms, completely full, at one point he got up and went to the bathroom, he came back with a warm glass and told me to drink it, it was obvious what it was and when I emptied the glass, he patted me on the head and told me what a good slut I was, I fell asleep contented

you are right about the intimate part, and the trust that that person has to give you to allow you to actually open them up so far. never been fisted, but if you want to try, am more than happy to reciprocate

although also lean to bottom, sometimes switch, however would be fun to have a bottom who also likes to fist

Later that evening, Peter sent me a text “Hey sexy, missing me? I’m missing you, why don’t you send me a nice sexy pic of you, xxxx” I brightened up straight away at reading his text, “missing you, want you, xxxxxxxx” And then I sent a pic just of my face Reply, “nice pic, but I want to see more of you, show me your sexy body xx” I didn’t even hesitate, I stripped completely and stood in front of the mirror, taking pics some just showing me standing there, some with me touching my nipples, which by the way as they were slightly swollen from the new rings I had in them, looked like budding tits, but they felt nice, I sent pics of me playing with my nipple rings, and showing my tongue stud, I even sent pics of me showing my bum, he loved them, sending me texts to show more, asking me to spread my bum cheeks and show my “pussy” and then asking if my mom or sister had any vibrators or dildos, I don’t know about my sister, I’ve looked around her room in the past when she has been out, looking at her underwear but I never found any sex toys, my mom however had a couple of vibrators and a small dildo, I told him this and he asked me to get the biggest, which was still not as big as the one I had in my arse that morning, anyway, I got it, it was smooth shaped like a torpedo, about 7 inch long and slightly fatter than my own cock. Peter told me to take pictures of me sucking it and sticking it in my bum. Stupidly, naïvely I did all that he asked and then when I had sent him a few I asked if I could see him when he finished work, I would walk to his place but he said no, he had somewhere else to be, and when I asked where, he said it was not my business. I was mortified, at first I thought he was happy with me because I sent the photos, then he didn’t want me to visit that night, I asked if he liked the photos and he said yes he would be looking at them later and thinking of me, that brightened me up a little, and I knew I would see him tomorrow as I would be back in work, I would be near him again, close to him, to smell him to touch him……….Christ what was wrong with me, what I needed now was some more of what he had injected into my arm last night, I knew that would make me feel better but I didn’t have any, I would have to wait, and wait I did, I slept most of the time, I wanked my cock thinking of him and used my mom’s vibrator in my hole, in fact, when I woke after a long sleep I found it was morning, my mom and Dad and sister where back in the house and I still had to get my mom’s vibrator back to her room in case she missed it, but that was easy, Facing my dad downstairs with my new hairstyle and my ears pierced, now that was a whole different matter. “Christ lad, what are you up to?, you look like a flaming homo!” “Oh come off it dad, all the boys are changing to this style, welcome to the 21st century”, my sister laughed My dad just looked disgusted and looked away My phone buzzed, a message, I thought it might be Helen, instead it was Peter, he had sent me a pic of his engorged cock standing proud, and the message simply, “my place after work, bring clean clothes and toothbrush” I felt disappointment it wasn’t Helen whilst at the same time a feeling of elation knowing that I would be having fun tonight with the man who ridiculously enough I was falling in love with, how stupid, I had been having sex with him for two days and now all I could think of was that I wanted him in me, I wanted the way he made me feel, whether that was his love or the chemicals he put in my arm, I don’t know but I wanted it, I wanted more. I went for a shower, I tried to clean my arse as best I could but I didn’t have a douche, so I shoved my fingers in and opened myself as much as I could, and I shaved, he said he likes smooth, so I shaved all over, my groin, my bum hole, my armpits, my legs, my arms, I’ve never had much on my face so that wasn’t a problem. After I got out of the shower I noticed I had another message from Peter, simply saying, “Wear some sexy underwear, a thong or G string” I replied that I didn’t have anything like that, he messaged me back to borrow a pair of my sisters or my moms “You want me to wear women’s undies?” “They will look so sexy on you so yes, do it for me” I thought about it, I didn’t want to disappoint him, I thought about being relaxed and the rush of chems and the feel of his naked body next to mine, so I went to my sisters room but she was in there, so I went to my mom’s room she had a decent figure, I went through her underwear draw, I knew she had some sexy stuff, I had seen it before, I quickly grabbed a red lace front G-string, and rushed out of her room, I went straight to my room, only to find my sister there, I had my mom’s knickers in my hand but scrunched up, she might not see them, but my eye was drawn straight away to the vibrator she held in her hand, “Who’s been a naughty boy then?” She laughed and threw it toward me, “better put it back before she, (mom), notices it is missing”. I went to catch it automatically and my sister noticed the scrap of red fabric in my hand. “Oh, very nice, but next time come and ask me, I have some very sexy ones I can lend you, some nice split crotch ones so the guys can get easy access” I was almost as red in the face as the panties I was holding as my sister walked past me with a massive smile on her face I immediately went back to my mom’s room to return the vibrator, and as I walked past my sisters room, she called to me to come in, she had on a tee-shirt, that’s it nothing else, just a tee-shirt and when she lifted her arms I could see her pussy, I was staring at her, I would have loved to reach out and touch it, but it didn’t hold quite the attraction that Peters cock did, I quickly put my mother’s G-string in my pocket, and waited to find out what my sister wanted, “I’m going into town to do some clothes shopping, want to come?” She made it sound like “Cum” “No thanks” “Oh come on we could have a girly day shopping” “In case you hadn’t noticed, you are the only girl here” “Oh, ok, I just thought you might like a nice skirt to go with those knickers, oh sorry, do boys like you call them panties?” I stormed out of her room as she laughed at me, I went to my own room and put the G-string in a bag with clean jeans and tee-shirt, then grabbed my toothbrush and put that in too, now I had to just waste the rest of the day waiting to go to work that evening

yes, now that you have stated that I can completely understand, although it may have been me getting confused rather than her

not only does vaseline prevent nose burn, it also opens up the pores, allowing for a better rush, or so i was told by my ex's daughter who likes to go to raves

Thanks, I wasnt sure how it would be accepted as there isnt much sex involved, but I was trying to get the imagination going to show how much he is confused and falling down that rabbit hole from where there is no return. Also it is a major turn on for me to write as it isnt just a story, it is my fantasy, based upon true characters but the events didnt happen in the way described. anyway thanks for the comments. xx

I went to the shower, in fact I waddled to the shower, once I was in there and the water was cascading down my body I removed the dildo and cleaned it with the warm soapy water, I touched my hole and it felt as though it was literally gaping open, like all my innards would fall out, it also felt extremely empty, Just then Peter got into the shower with me, he had an object in his hand which he informed me was an anal douche, he filled it then filled me for the first time then told me to sit on the toilet and empty myself, “that’s how to do it every time before sex if you get the chance” he said, “guys will want you to be clean back there but not smelling or tasting of soap, so just use warm water, and you wont always get the chance so do it when you can” What guys, I thought it would be just me and him from now on, I mean ok, so we went a bit wild at that party but that was a one off, and if it is just me and him then maybe I can keep some semblance of my normal life, I can get Helen back, she doesn’t have to know about Peter, that can be my secret. How totally naive I was. When I finished the fourth and last douche, I climbed back into the shower, Peter was still in there, he had watched me this entire time, it was a little embarrassing to say the least, but now he turned me around so my back was to him and he soaped my back and shoulders then held me close and soaped my groin stroking and pulling on me until I shot my load in the tub, and watched it drain away, he moved my hair away from the nape of my neck and kissed me several times on my neck and right ear, gently biting on my ear, it felt so nice, however, he suddenly stopped and got out of the shower, throwing a towel to me and also drying himself off, “come on, we are meeting Tracy at 11:00” “What? Why?” “she thinks its time you got a haircut”, he looked at me, “and I do too” If it had just been Tracy I would have said no, but as my new boyfriend, my new lover wanted it too then I would have it done, I liked my hair as it was, almost shoulder length, but I also wanted to please, I guess my mind was just a cauldron of mixed emotions, unsure of what went on Saturday night, (but having a rough idea), finding out my girlfriend is getting fucked behind my back, feeling the chemical rush that Peter had introduced me too, looking back, it is hardly surprising I was an emotional mess and looking for any life raft to cling too, in this case a life raft in the form of Peter, It never occurred to me that he was taking advantage of my mixed emotions, my naivety and of course at just turned 18, my still raging hormones and that he was cranking that volume up by introducing me to drugs. I got dressed, my hair still damp, when there was a knock at the door, Peter went to answer it and in walked my sister, she looked beautiful as always, but with a sneer on her face as she looked at me struggling to get my socks and trainers on, I couldn’t look her in the eye, I knew she knew what had gone on, “did you guys have a good night?” she asked? “oh yes”, replied Peter, “your brothers a horny little fuck” I stared at him aghast that he would say such a thing in front of my sister, she of course smiled so damn wide “right, come on then, we are going to a friend of mine to get your hair done” Done? Get your hair done? Doesn’t she just mean cut, I’m only getting it trimmed. We traipsed out of the apartment, the three of us and headed down to my sisters car, I was relegated to the back seat, Peter got in the front with Tracy driving and within a few minutes, we had arrived at a hairdressers salon, not a barbers for men but a salon. “we are not going in there are we” I asked? “Yes Tracy replied, I have a friend here who I trust to do your hair right” We walk in and are met by Tracy’s friend, a middle aged woman who I can only describe as having a well-endowed chest, I couldn’t take my eyes off her cleavage. She walked me past a few women getting different hairstyles and indicated for me to sit in the chair, she put a cape around my upper half and even though my hair was wet, she leaned me back onto a sink and washed it, she dried it roughly with a towel then took me to another chair, picked up a hairdryer, this was strange, this was weird, but it also felt nice letting someone else do these things. When my hair was dry, I said to the lady, my sister’s friend that I just needed a trim, and she said, “just leave it to me, Tracy has already told me what’s needed” As she cut my hair her and my sister talked about things that just bored me and so I tuned them out, I then felt the clippers on the side of my head and nearly jumped out of the chair, “I said just a trim” “I told Fiona what cut to give you so sit back down” said my sister, Peter got up from where he had been sitting, “I told you your sister knows best, now stop being such a baby” A half hour later I left the salon, my head shaved on one side, my hair left long on top and down the other side. We, the three of us walked for a few minutes then stopped at a tattoo parlour and my sister led us in “I’m not getting a tattoo, no way” “oh relax cry baby, your not here for a tattoo, not today anyway” As my sister greeted a person in the sop, a big guy covered in ink, and spoke to him quietly, he called to a girl in a hygienist style smock and white trousers, “Take this young lad in, tongue, ears, nipples, Tracy has already chosen these for him” and he gave the girl a tray What the fuck is going on, the girl took me into another room and started work putting things into an autoclave, “Take your tee-shirt off please” “What erm no, I’m not here for” Peter who was stood behind me said “oh come on, its what I asked for, you’ll look so fucking sexy” I went bright red, the young girl had heard everything and was smiling to herself, I was beet red all the way to my trainers I was so embarrassed and as he said it, Peter untucked my tee-shirt and lifted it off my body. The girl told me to sit on a stool which I did and then she set to work, I wont go into details, but when I left, I had a tongue stud fitted which made my speech slightly slurred I guess my tongue had swollen a little, I had a diamond style ear stud in each lobe, and I had a ring in each nipple, apparently, and I had no idea until after it was done but my sister had gone for the 14G size ring, the thickness being 1.6mm which is bigger than a normal starting ring or bar. Either way, I hated the fact that they clearly showed through my tee-shirt anyone walking past could see them. Peter stopped, he turned to my sister and I and said “Right then, I have things to do, I will see you tomorrow” and then he kissed me, full on, in front of my sister and the rest of the street, I had just had my tongue pierced but he didn’t care and sucked on it, there, right there, in front of everyone and I heard an old man walking past say “bloomin shirt lifting poofters, shouldn’t be allowed” and I felt I would die of embarrassment My sister took me home then said she was going out and left, the house was empty, I went to my room and just sat, I took off my tee-shirt I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like a very effeminate boy, I ran my hands over my body, looking at myself and smiled, I did look sexy, and then I cried, I was so confused, I threw myself on my bed and cried and all the while I had that empty feeling in my arse.

The morning comes and I awake with morning glory as usual, there is a bad taste in my mouth and of course I suddenly realise I am not at home, in fact I am lying next to Peter, both of us naked, his member is hard too, the realisation hits me, I had gay sex last night and it was consensual, I see Peter has his eyes closed and I go to get off the bed, thinking I would get dressed and go home, I need to clear my head, I need to think about this, but a hand grips my wrist, “hey sexy, where are you going, I got a cock that needs emptying” I go down on his cock and start licking and sucking, he holds my head in place and says “don’t spill any, I don’t want piss on my sheets” Oh Shit!, I thought he meant he needed to empty his balls, not his bladder, then I feel it enter my mouth, a very strong pungent stream of piss and I swallow as fast as I can, he seems to piss for ages, but it probably wasn’t that long, eventually he stops and I use my mouth and tongue to clean his cock, then another new development in our relationship, he lifts his legs and tells me to suck his arse and to use my tongue on it, I do and I hear his moans of pleasure, his hole has a tangy taste to it and I find myself thinking about how it would feel to have someone do this to me, but why would they, my hole is swollen and a little bloody. Peter lowered his legs and got off the bed, his cock still standing proud, “ok bitch, on your knees”, Bitch? That was the first time he called me that, but I guess I was, that’s what I had become, in 48 hours I had become a cock craving bitch, but I was lucky, at least I had a loving man who would take care of my needs. I felt his fingers first on and then in my hole with a cold gel he was applying, but strangely enough a slight burning sensation, then he pulled me a little bit further back on the bed and mounted me, just like the bitch he had just called me, I loved the feeling of his shaft in me and this time, it was a lot quicker and easier for him to completely enter me, my hole was already getting used to being used like a cunt, and in that moment, that is exactly what I wanted, my hole to be filled, to be used, to be opened up. He pistoned in and out of me, but didn’t cum, instead he withdrew and reached under the bed and withdrew a basket, a basket full of vibrators and dildos and butt plugs, things I had only seen on sex sites. Some of them where massive, bigger than my own fist or longer than my forearm or both and I had no idea why he had these, they would never be able to fit into someone’s body, obviously I had a lot to learn and as turned on as I was I needed him to fill me, he worked his fingers in and out of me, whilst at the same time choosing something to put in me, the dildo he chose was bigger than his cock, maybe 9 inch and quite thick, I wasn’t sure I could take it but I knew I wanted it, and I wanted to please him, I wanted to impress him but I knew, as soon as he pressed the head against my hole, this plastic fuck toy was going to split me, it would tear me open and I would bleed to death, I just knew it would damage me inside, I knew all these things for a fact, what I didn’t know was that I was wrong, and that in fact, this 9 inch dildo would be small compared to some of the things Peter would eventually put in me. He did get it in me, I did feel like I was splitting and I probably was bleeding, but I was proud when he announced I had it all the way in. “good boi, good little faggot, well done, now suck me” I was so proud, and I turned on the bed, my pussy full of plastic cock and I worshipped his meat fuck stick, I loved it, the dildo was painful in my arse, but I had made my boyfriend happy, I knew this as he grabbed my ears and fucked, quite literally fucked my face, precum and saliva pouring down my chin, it didn’t take long before I felt his shaft pulse and pulse and pulse as squirt after squirt of hot jizz filled my mouth, I already had a belly full of piss, and now would top it off with his creamy cum, I continued to clean his cock then he just pulled out without saying a word and walked into the living room. I fell back on the bed, my boi pussy still full of plastic cock, and it still hurt but I didn’t want to take it out, I needed to feel something inside me, besides, I didn’t know what Peter would do if I took it out. He came back into the room smiling as he looked at his phone that he had picked up from the living room. “Well, there is a beautiful sight” and he showed me a picture that someone had sent him last night, a female, taken from behind, you could clearly see her cunt and it was red from a lot of use, but the more obvious thing was the gaping wide arsehole with cum all around it. Peter looked back at the phone flicked his finger across it and showed me the next picture, “looks like your girlfriend is enjoying herself” A picture of Helens face, her mouth open and a very large cock in it, I was shocked, but couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it or not, she seemed to be, but her eyes seemed a little unfocused or was that me just trying to justify her actions, whilst at the same time ignoring the fact that I had been unfaithful to her. “oh look”, said Peter, “one more picture”, Helen on her knees getting fucked from behind by Daniel, whilst Jon my sisters boyfriend was fucking her mouth. I lay there with the dildo stuffed in my own fuck hole, my mouth and face smeared in cum and i wondered, who took the picture, with Jon in it, it could only have been my sister. “right bitch boi, get that dildo out of your cunt and get showered, we got places to be.

I stood there, not even shocked anymore, just kinda numb, I felt a hand on the back of my neck, “don’t worry sweety, she’s having her fun, you’re having yours” As he pats my behind and walks away to serve someone, I just stand for a few seconds then go back to cleaning glasses like nothing happened. Later that evening as I am finishing cleaning tables, my sister informs me that she and Jon are going for a late drink with Daniel and that Peter will be taking me home that night, to his place, I don’t even argue, I don’t even answer, I just carry on cleaning, I have given up but also, I still feel so empty, I feel like I need something in me. After we have closed I just follow Peter to his car I don’t say anything, he tells me I am quiet but not to worry, Daniel has given him some party favours and I will soon perk up, I know I wont, this is the end of my world, I feel so depressed. What stunned me was that at one point in the evening two women at the bar commented that Peter and I made a good couple at which point he even kissed me on the cheek and had his hand on the back of my neck, his thumb rubbing my neck. I suddenly realised, I had spent almost the entire evening in the bottom bar, a place and a person I had previously actively avoided and now here I was in his car, his hand on my thigh and knowing that before morning he will have used me in ways I never dreamed of and I will have allowed it. We arrive at Peters place and both get out of the car, he walks around to my side and pushes me against the car and kisses me deeply, I feel him sucking aggressively on my tongue, so much so that it hurts, his tongue exploring my mouth whilst his hands one on the back of my head, the other kneading my cock through my jeans “come on lover boy, lets get high and fuck” I follow him to his apartment like I am in a daze and when we get inside he goes straight to the living room and puts some porn on the TV, and then starts to strip, I don’t wait to be asked or told, I just start stripping, I know what is expected of me, he walks towards me and holds my face in his hands lifting my face up to look at him, he tells me to open my mouth which I do, and he promptly spits into my mouth and then again and then a third time, he leans in and kisses me, his cock hardening between us, pushing against my belly, I feel his stubble on my face, I feel his tongue searching my mouth, he moves his head back and closes my mouth and tells me to swallow, I do exactly as I am told as he grins and tells me I am a good boy as he slides his hands onto my shoulders pushes me down onto my knees, I know what is expected and take his now rigid cock into my mouth and begin to suck and lick, I am unsure of what I am doing but think the best way would be for me to do what I know I enjoy Helen doing to me…………………Helen, I think of her now as I am naked and on my knees sucking cock, I imagine her getting fucked by Daniel, I already know he likes to fuck her arse, something she would never let me do, I think of my girlfriend being a dirty slut for another man whilst I am sucking my boyfriends rigid member, twirling my tongue around the head of his 7 inch cut cock………………………Oh my god, did I just think of Peter as my boyfriend? Maybe he would better be described as my pimp as I know that at the party I was used by more than one man, or maybe it is my sister who is my pimp and Peter is just one of my customers? I notice as my head is bobbing up and down that Peter has a tattoo on his belly, just above his groin, I have seen the same design on the photo that Daniel sent to Helen, oh well, not surprising, Tracy had already told me they had been a couple once, so they got matching tattoos, some couples do. Peter is starting to move his hips into my face, quite literally fucking my mouth, I can taste his precum and my mouth is full of saliva, I swallow. He forces my head all the way down onto his fuckstick, and I gag, he pulls out without cumming and says, “don’t worry, we will soon cure you of that gag reflex, some of my friends are a lot bigger than me, right now lets get slammed” I remain on my knees as he walks away from me, he looks back, “cmon, bedroom….now!” I get up and follow him, he tells me to get on the bed as he takes some things from a small bag on the side, “left arm” He wraps a rubber strap around my bicep, he does the same to himself, he slaps his inner arm a few times, I notice for the first time he has several scabs on his inner arm, he takes a syringe and inserts the needle into a vein, draws back the plunger, I see some blood mixing with the clear liquid in the syringe, he depresses the plunger wasting no time in injecting himself with half the contents, he coughs a little, removes the syringe and the band and raises his arm above his head, a small trickle of blood runs down his arm, he lowers his arm puts the small puncture wound toward my mouth and simply says, “suck it”, I lick the blood off and suck the small wound then he takes my arm, slaps the inner elbow a few times and inserts the same needle, again drawing back on the plunger but this time emptying the syringe into me, I cough, quite badly, I feel him release the band and raise my arm, but other sensations are coming now, I cant really describe what I feel, but like a head rush, a feeling of satisfaction, I feel good, I feel like I don’t care I feel like I am full of energy but at the same time want to take things easy but most of all, I feel confused my head is clear but all these mix of emotions. I look at Peters face he is grinning at me whilst stroking his cock, he gets lower on the bed, between my legs, he lifts my legs exposing me and I just know I am about to get fucked again but this time I want it, I want to feel him inside me, I want him to open my arsehole and slide his cock in, but he doesn’t straight away, first he pushes one finger in then another I can feel some pain from my previous fucking but I also feel slight pain from his fingers scraping the walls of my fuck hole, after a while he takes the two fingers out and holds them up to look at them, I hadn’t noticed before that his first finger has a nail sharpened to a point, why hadn’t I noticed that before? Is it the clarity of the drug in my system? I seem to feel and see things more clearly his fingers have a little streak of shit but they are also pink/red, I must be bleeding a little again, this time it does not worry me, I don’t have a care in the world, he puts the fingers to my mouth and I suck them for a few seconds, the taste is so acute, and then he leans back and starts pushing the head of his cock against my hole which he has lubricated with spit I actually hear a pop as he enters me and it hurts but is also amazing, I am filled again, I feel comfort, not just from the invader in my arse, but from knowing someone wants me. He pushes, withdraws, pushes withdraws, pushes and soon I can feel his belly against me, he is all the way in, I have accepted a man inside me, and it feels wonderful, he pistons in and out of me until he stops, shakes a little lets out a groan and I know he is filling my bowels with his cum, he gets off me, and lies on his back, I curl up next to him, I can feel I am leaking cum from my arse but I haven’t cum myself yet and somehow this doesn’t matter as I have pleased my boyfriend ……………oh my god there I go again, my boyfriend only now it sounds right to me, Peter pushes me down to his groin, “clean me” he says, “suck it” I don’t hesitate, I immediately start to suck him clean, his cock tastes of my arse, my blood and his cum and I suck and lick and do the best I can to please him. I hear his phone chime in the other room, a message, but he just lays there as his cock goes soft in my mouth and I realise he is snoring. I curl up next to him, holding him wanting to feel this good and this safe forever.

We get home and the house is empty, our parents have gone away for a few days so I just go straight to bed, I know I need to shower at least but I done even have the enthusiasm for that, I did notice there was a faint smell of perfume in my room but instantly ignored it and in seconds I am asleep, only to be woken a short time later by my sister, normally she doesn’t come into my room, but she shook me awake, standing by my bed in just her bra and knickers, I cant stop staring at her body and don’t even notice her holding out my phone to me, “you left this in my car yesterday”, she says, “Pete wants a word with you”, she is grinning from ear to ear as she hands me my phone. “hello?” “hello sexy” “Please don’t call me that” “You didn’t mind last night” he laughs “what do you want?” I ask him “just to ask if you fancy a drink tonight after work?” “no thank you, it will be late when we finish” “you can always stop at mine” “no thank you” “Ok well, I will see you later at work, oh and by the way, thanks for last night, you were great” and then he hung up Again I felt sick, I go to get out of bed but realise I had stripped off before I got in and my sister is still in my room, “could you leave please, I want to get dressed so I can go and see Helen” “sure but you had better shower first, and clean your teeth, god you stink, smells like piss and cum” She laughs as she walks out of my room, and I get out of bed naked with a raging hard on from seeing my sister in her underwear I grab a towel and head for the shower, I scrub and scrub and scrub, I also put my finger into my bum hole to make sure I am clean there, but when I pull my finger out there is blood on it, oh God, I hope I haven’t been damaged, I really don’t want to go to a doctor and tell him what I think may have happened As I leave the bathroom, I go past my sisters room her door is open and she is looking in her mirror, her back to me, she is just in her knickers, her bra is gone, I stand and stare, “enjoying the view little brother” I just head back to my room and get dressed, then go to leave the house, Tracy offers me a lift but I say “no”, I don’t want to be near her. “you know Helen is probably spending the day in bed, after all she had a busy night last night, she didn’t leave here until this morning when I gave her a lift home, I dropped off Daniel first and then Helen” “Daniel stayed here last night?” “of course” “where did he sleep?” “in your bed of course, I cant really put him up in mom and dads room, mom would go mad” “where did Helen sleep?” “where do you think, although, I don’t think she slept much” I stormed out of the house I was so angry I go straight into the garage and spend some time with dads hacksaw cutting off the handcuff, I suspect it wasn’t a real one, just bought from some sex shop or something, anyway, it took a while but soon I was rid of it and threw it in the bin I walked to Helens and by the time I got there I was still angry but also ashamed at what I now knew I must have done, although it wasn’t my fault I knocked on the door and Victoria, one of Helens two younger sisters answered “Hi, she’s still in bed, go on up, mom and dad are out” If her parents had been in I would never have been allowed in Helens room I knock gently but with no answer I just walk in and find her asleep only half covered by her duvet but clearly naked beneath it. The first thing I noticed where the love bites on her neck, again I felt sick, but at the same time I was fascinated and she looked so god damn fucking sexy. I stared at her, examining her to see if I could find any other clues. Sure enough, there where bruises on her exposed tit and there was another mark, a bruise on the inside of her left arm with a small spot in the middle, just like mine. I saw her phone on the floor and picked it up, I unlocked it to read her messages, there was one from Daniel, “thanks for last night, damn but you are good”, there was a photo attached, it was a cock shot with the caption, “just for you xxx” it was thicker and longer and circumcised, I kept staring at it I looked for other messages but there were none, or at least not between Helen and Daniel. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say, I just left, I didn’t even say bye to Samantha and Victoria, Helens sisters. I left and walked home again and kept thinking about the pic of Daniels cock, imagining Helen must have had it inside her, I felt sick but also perversely jealous, I couldn’t admit to myself I might have wanted his cock, so I told myself I was jealous that he fucked her and I didn’t I got home and shortly afterwards Tracy told me it was time for us to go to work, I got in her car but didn’t speak until almost there when I said, “Daniel sent Helen a pic of his cock” “hmmm, it’s a nice one isn’t it?” “you disgust me” I said “why? Because he didn’t send it to you? Well don’t worry, I am sure you will get to see it soon enough, Daniel likes guys and girls, in fact he and Pete where an item for a while” Whilst in work, I avoid going down to the lower bar but in the end I cant put off the inevitable, I go down and start work in there, Pete is at the end of the bar chatting to a younger guy, still older than me but younger than him, the guy pushes something across the bar hidden in his hand and Pete takes it and puts it in his pocket. As I collect wash and stack the glasses, Pete keeps pushing past me, groping my bum. “please don’t do that”, I say almost in tears “well you didn’t complain last night sweetie” as he pushes against me and I feel his cock pushing into my back, he reaches around and gropes my front and I just stand there completely humiliated, It is obvious to anyone at the bar what he is doing, and the guy at the end of the bar is now grinning like a Cheshire cat, he walks towards us, still grinning, he leans across and puts out his hand to shake mine, “hi, I’m Daniel, your sister is right, you are cute” Just then his phone rings, he takes it from his pocket, “right, I have to go, got a date with a slut I fucked last night, damn she was good and her arse was so tight, but not so tight this morning I’ll bet, see you soon”

Not much actual sex here but I will at some point continue, this is fiction but one or two points are based on fact. When I left school, my sister, Tracy, got me my first job, working in a bar as a glass collector, the bar was split into three, upstairs where the younger more wild crowd where, middle bar where the owner hung out with his friends and the lower bar where the hardened crowd, the older drinkers went, although to me at that age everyone was older. My job was to clear glasses from tables, wash-up, empty the drip trays and restock the bars as required My sister worked behind the bar at the top and middle bars with other staff, but the lower bar was run exclusively by Pete, at first I liked Pete, he always had a drink ready for me and always a smile and a chat, but I liked the top bar with the younger crowd, besides some of the guys up there told me that Pete was gay and had a thing for young lads, hinting that he liked me in that way, of course after that I used to be a bit more observant, and I would notice him looking at me and it made me uncomfortable, especially when he brushed past me. So, I avoided going down there but inevitably got told off by the boss and told to treat all the bars the same. My sister occasionally would go to the lower bar and chat with Pete, sometimes I got the impression they were talking about me, they would look smile laugh. I tried to ignore it but it became very obvious. I had a girlfriend Helen, same age as me but vastly more experienced. 5 foot 10, great body, loved sex, what else could I ask for? Although as we both lived at home, we struggled to find places to go. My sister got on well with Helen, they would go shopping or for drinks together and my sister was a wild thing, a bad influence, if they had a night out I would ring Helen the next day to arrange to meet to invariably find her hung over. So, one Friday night, I am thinking about how Helen and I could have some alone time the following night, one of my infrequent Saturdays off, the lower bar was closed for renovation and the smell of paint fumes where keeping the customers away, so fewer staff required. I call up Helen only to be told, “Oh, I’m sorry sweetie, I have arranged to go out with Tracy”, I am already angry with my sister and confront her, “you knew I wanted to spend time with Helen, instead you decide to fuck up my evening”. She replied with, “oh don’t worry, you have been invited to a party, Pete has invited you!” “I don’t want to go to a party with that queer” “Oh don’t worry, I’ll be there too, Helen is coming too” That’s where I made my mistake, I accepted a lift from my sister to the party but when I asked if we were picking Helen up, I was told she would make her own way…… sooooo, we got this house in the middle of an estate, no idea where, there were a few cars there both my sister and I get out and go into the house, surprise surprise, it is just guys, my sister is the only female there, she reassures me others will be there soon, but in the meantime she needs the toilet, she wanders over to Pete and points me out the disappears to the toilet. Pete comes over with a couple of drinks and talks to me whilst I wat for Tracy to come back, I am not comfortable, not comfortable at all, especially as when I start to look for her I see one guy giving another guy a blowjob, I look into another room two men naked on the bed in each other’s arms. A third room a big TV is showing gay porn and by now my head is buzzing, I feel unsteady, I go outside and find my sisters car is missing. I try to phone her but my phone is not in my pocket, did I leave it somewhere? Pete guides me back to the house, I am so unsteady. That my friends is about all I remember. I woke up the next morning, naked, on a bed with 4 other naked men all passed out. I get up, I feel sick, my limbs ache, my mouth tastes awful, the corners of my mouth are cracked and white flaky stuff is on my body, its on my face and comes off as I rub my face, my bum feels sore, very sore, but at the same time feels empty, and amazingly, my groin has been totally shaven clean. I feel sick to the pit of my stomach my headaches my nipples feel like they have been torn from my body and for some strange reason I have a handcuff attached to my left wrist, just hanging there. I am standing there in a room with 4 other naked men, sorry 6, two more are on the floor spooning. I look for my clothes, I find my jeans but my wallet has been taken from my pocket and pretty much emptied and left on top of my jeans, my cards are there but my provisional driving licence is gone and so has the little cash I had. I search for the rest of my clothes, I find one sock which may or may not be mine, I can’t find my underwear, I find one trainer in one corner and the other in another, I can’t find my tee-shirt so in the end I just grab one off the floor, no idea who it belongs too, I cant find the keys to the handcuff and want to get out before anyone wakes, I go to a bathroom, passing by stuff that I have never seen before, but know to be drug stuff, syringe, lighter, spoon tin foil, I’ve seen this shit on TV but never in real life. In the bathroom it stinks of piss, yes I know some bathrooms do, but I can see in the bath, the plug is in and there is half an inch or so of piss, in the bottom of the tub, at least I am guessing that’s what it is. I check myself out, my first concern is my bum, I reach back and touch my hole, it feels swollen and puffy, there is more of the flaky substance around my hole and on my bum cheeks. I get dressed the best I can, and look for a way out. I leave the house through the kitchen passing two men one sat on a kitchen chair the other sat on him facing him, both kissing both naked, they just smile at me as I leave then go back to kissing and walk away. I walk for maybe an hour or more when a car coming towards me slows and I realise it is my sister, she turns the car around so she is travelling my way, she opens the door I go to get in as what else would I do, she has a big grin on her face smiling from ear to ear, “I hear from Pete you had a great night, life and soul of the party he said” “wait”……she reaches into the back gets out a small towel and folds it and puts it on the passenger seat, “don’t want you leaking on my seat” she says with a massive grin. “you dumped me there” “I told you I was going out with Helen”, she replies, besides Pete says you had a fantastic time and everyone loved you, I mean they really loved you” as she laughed to herself “Anyway”, she continued, “you couldn’t have come with me and Helen, 5 would have been an awkward number” “what do you mean 5”, I ask suspicion dawning on me “Well, there was me, Jon”, (tracys boyfriend) “Helen and Daniel” “who the fuck is Daniel” Tracy snarled at me, “don’t you raise your voice or swear at me, Daniel is Helens new friend”, “she was telling me how brilliant he is and how talented” “what do you mean” “oh nothing little brother, don’t worry about it, after all you have new friends now too, I am sure Helen wouldn’t be jealous of them” I sit there brooding, we don’t say anything for a while until Tracy points out the bruises on my arm, I hadn’t noticed before, three thumb size bruises in the crook of my left arm, three small dots, I couldn’t bring myself to admit what they were, although Tracy knew and suggested next time I do it somewhere less obvious, like in my groin or in my cock, I couldn’t believe she just suggested that to me, Jesus did people really do that? Stick a needle in their cock? Not me, no way, no way at all. I don’t do drugs, and I wont stick things in my groin or cock and I wont be going to anymore parties. I closed my eyes and leant against the window feeling so totally and utterly depressed and just wanting to get home and climb into bed and sleep.