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[str8mature5]

Hot demented story! Would not be surprised if their dad sold them off!

[BbslaveVienna]

On 3/24/2016 at 9:35 AM, indian faggot said:

I was pozzed and introduced to chem sex in a similar way , 6 years ago . Though my owner was a white british guy who gave me .5 slam first time and got me barebacked by a group of guys  for free. I was kept on high for 4 days with really strong doses of tina and was used by more than a dozen tops whose faces I didnt get to see as I was blindfolded . Just felt raw cocks sliding in n out of my holes all the time . I was hooked on to meth n cum after 4th day . 

Still hooked and a cumwhore?

[Janus78]

Fuck that so hot…. Made me shoot a big load

[JWC1202]

And human trafficking gets such a bad rap! Mr Jackson is simply an exporter of exotic goods, and where supply is limited, he has no option but to create his own. I was hoping for a reveal that Jacob's Dad was selling his own kids into whoredom, or perhaps the family pastor was working with Mr Jackson to whore the boys out. Either way, this story is as much horror porn as porn. Unlike most forced chem and rape stories, neither Jacob nor Elijah ever fully embrace their situation. That doesn't bode well for their longevity. 

[Willing]

On 3/19/2016 at 1:49 AM, pervinmt said:

My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience.

Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts.

But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught.

Or so I thought.

I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor.

A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul.

But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap.

Then it happened.

I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile.

"Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me.

"18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out.

"Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?"

"Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned."

"You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex.

"Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.

I got molested after church one day by my 13 year old friend,  i was 8 he lured me into a little hut he had built on the powerlines made me swallow him, turned me into a little pig 🐖 

[Janus78]

Wow very hot, I shot my load x2