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My name is Ben. I'm 18 years old, white, thin, and cute. I run a lot so I have a nice butt. I'm basically hairless below the neck. I have short brown hair with a tight fade and green eyes. I'm gay, but I'm not out. I've never told another soul that I like guys. And on top of that, I started watching gay porn when I was way too young. So my mind is all kinds of fucked up. I want to be a bottom, but I've never had sex. I met a guy online and sucked him off in his car one time, but that's as far as I've gotten. And yet, I imagine myself being strung up by my wrists by some hot, hung, muscle stud and beaten with his belt all over. I imagine getting throat fucked until I'm gasping for air. I imagine getting slapped around and choked. And I imagine my tight hole getting used raw by him when he was finally done hurting my worthless teen body. I imagine a lot.

I got particularly excited when my dad announced he was taking me on a trip to London over my spring break. My dad had work there, and I was just going to tag along. But for three days of the trip, my dad was going to Scotland, and I was going to be left alone in a great city for gay bars all by myself. This was my chance.

The trip was awesome. We ate good food, went to museums, and saw the sights in London together. And then the day came that he left. I had a pretty normal day. That night, I didn't eat dinner. And I douched. I had to watch videos online to figure out how. I'd never done anything like this before. And I looked around to figure out where to go online. I downloaded Grindr too and chatted up a few guys. I took sexy pics and posted them. I'd found a bar I was going to that night. And around 9:30pm, I started off across the city.

(to be continued)

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I walked into the bar. It wasn't packed. Mostly guys in their 30's and 40's. Depeche mode on the speakers. I was initially really disappointed in the vibe, but got over it fast. I was kind of into guys that age it turned out. Most of them were really hot. And I was glad I hadn't walked into some bumping dance craze. I didn't know what I was doing in a gay bar, and I figured a more low key setting was probably the place to start. I sat down at the bar and immediately felt eyes on me. Lots of them. I ordered a gin and tonic. It felt good to order a drink openly. The drinking age was lower in England than in the States. I'd never been able to do that before! The bartender gave me a wink and poured me a double. "On the house," he said. I wondered if he could tell how uncomfortable he was. In reality, the bartender just knew what a hot, tight boy like me was going to do for business that night. And sure enough, drinks started flying my way. Half the guys in the bar were sending booze over to me. I settled in, talked to a few guys, and started to get drunk. I looked around the bar. It was really pretty run down. It was kind of a dingy spot. If i'd known, I probably would have picked somewhere else. A hot guy introduced himself to me as John and sat down next to me. Before I knew it we were talking easily. He was charming, and he brought out something in my I hadn't experienced before. I was flirty. He had chiseled abs and a tight shirt that showed his physique. He had some stubble, but was pretty clean cut. Short hair. Very sexy. Kind of nerdy. Just my type. We talked for a while and he put a hand on my leg. It was like electricity flowing through me. I'd never felt anything like that before. He rubbed my crotch and a bulge started to form. He smiled. He liked that. And so did I.

Suddenly, I heard the door open and turned to look. What the actual FUCK? It was my dad. What the fuck was he doing here? So may questions all at once... was he gay? Did he even know this was a gay bar? If not, why did he lie to me about having to go to Scotland for work? What was going to happen when he saw me? What the fuck??

Without saying a word, I broke away from John and slipped into the bathroom. He threw up his hands and gave me a look like 'what the fuck you pussy?' but it didn't matter. I had to get out of there before my dad saw me.

I closed the bathroom door behind me. I thought I'd gotten away unnoticed. I looked around for a window to climb out for my escape. It was a big bathroom with a few stalls and a long trough urinal around 15 feet long. There wasn't a lock on the inside of the main door. And there were no windows. I was trapped. I started running through my options. As I looked around, the door flung open and John walked into the bathroom. And he looked pissed.

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"You think you can tease someone like that and then just bolt?" John asked me with palpable frustration in the air. "You're rude. And rude boys need to be taught a lesson," he said, "Now get on your knees."

I looked back at him like a deer in the headlights. "But, you don't underst--" I mumbled. "I understand perfectly well, boy," he replied, "now get on your knees."

This wasn't how I wanted this to happen--in a dirty bathroom of a gay bar. And on top of that, with my dad lurking somewhere, ready to catch me at any moment. I hung my head low and begged him, "Please don--" but he cut me off. "Get on your FUCKING knees, you worthless piece of shit!" he yelled.

And I did.

He walked over and ripped my clothes off and threw them by the door. Then he pulled out some zip ties. I protested and tried to get up, but he knocked me down fast. One blow to the side of my head and I was on the floor. He zip tied my wrists while I laid there surprised. And then he pulled them up and zip tied them to the urinal so that I was facing the piss trough. He kicked my legs apart so he could see my hole and ran his hands over my body. I started begging him again not to, but he just laughed.

He stood back and I felt a warm sensation on my back. He was pissing on me! What the fuck!? I yelled at him and tried to get away but the zip ties were tight. "Best not make noise, boy," he said, "you'll attract the others." Then he slapped me across my face.

How did this happen to me?

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