Jihad Angel

This is based on real life events. It does not portray what Muslims thinks, except a few individuals.

People have always been asking me to tell them my story. I do not know why, as maybe they just want to be turned on by it, or just feel sorry for me. After months of being left alone, and working with my emotions and experiences, I have decided to tell my story. Not to get attention again, but to say that this could happen to you! It can happen to your daughter, your son, your niece, nephew, grandchild…

My name is Anthony, and I was 11 years old when this happened. The summer holidays just have started. I was small, but with an angelic face and long blonde hair that came down to my shoulders. Some have mistaken me for a girl, but I was a boy and liked boy things. I was not a sissy in any way. I also had a happy family life, my father left when I was small, but my mum raised me and my sister that was 9. She loved us in every way. We lived in a poor area of the town and didn’t have many things. In fact, I used to wear second-hand clothes from my cousin that my mother thought was unisex. Everyone knew they were girl clothes, down to the briefs I wore. But people never teased, they knew that’s how people survived, and they knew I was no sissy or faggot.

When I was 11, my world started to expand beyond the 4 walls of the house. I was happy to spend some time after school with friends outside the fast food shop, or the park, we just stood there and talked. Now that it was summer, we could be there every day. It was a break as I was away from a sister that talked non-stop and only wanted to look at children’s TV. I know many people would think that we were bored just standing there, but we were not. We were hanging around with people that we liked. What was the alternative?

One day, I was hanging outside a fish and chips place. I was together with my best friend Timmy. We only had a bag of chips between us, as we didn’t have much money; I was wearing these cut-off jeans and a tank top. We were very happy because summer holidays were finally here. We were watching the cars go paste the chipper shop. In a distance, we saw a sports car that looked very posh, it must have cost as much as a house. My friend Timmy dared me to the moon the car. I smiled and turned around and pulled down my shorts and showed my bare bottom. Timmy and I couldn’t stop laughing. That was until we seen the sports car stop and a man get out.

He was dressed in nice clothes, not like a businessman but someone who knew how to have fun. I was staring at him as he came closer to us afraid he would be mad at us because I showed my bum. I didn’t know why but my heart started jumping. The man came right over to us and asked my friend how he was, and he had a nice girlfriend. I blushed as my friend said I was a boy. I said nothing and looked down. I needed to cut my hair. The man sat down next to us and talked and talked. He bought us a Coke and even gave us a cigarette; I was going to say I didn’t smoke. My friend said no and I took the cigarette, mainly to look cool and not such a sissy, after coughing and choking a few times, I got the hang of it. The man said his name was Amir; he invited us to meet him at the park the next day. He gave me a few cigs and said I probably would want them until the next day.

When he went, my friend was mad. He said that the man was from Pakistan, and obviously a Muslim. They thought they were better than Christians, and some even thought we were no more than slaves. I laughed at this and said he was a racist. I tried explaining that you cannot paint everyone with the same brush. I thought that he was nice that he gave us some food and he was nice to us. Plus he gave me some cigs, He couldn’t be that bad. The problem of course that I could not smoke at home. My Mum would kill me. I couldn’t help think about Amir that night. I must admit that I did have a smoke later that night. I opened the window and smoked out the window.

The next day, I woke up and was looking forward to going to the park. I got up and took a bath; I looked down at myself when I was taking a bath. My dick was very small. I wondered why everyone else in my class had bigger dicks. I sighed and suddenly felt a need to have a smoke. I got up and dried myself, and then went into my room and looked for clothes; I started to panic as I could not find any briefs or boxers. I rushed out to mum and asked her where my clothes were. She explained that she was changing my clothes to summer clothes, but the clothes smelled funny and she had to wash them. She did not think about what I would wear today! Then she came into my room with girl panties and an overall. I sat on the bed with a grumpy face and looked at the panties, the girl’s panties that were yellow and had ladybugs on them. The overall was shorts with straps over the shoulder. It was like Huckleberry Finn would wear, except it was white and had a butterfly in a pocket on the belly. I threw that down on the bed and started to sulk. Mum did admit that they were girl clothes, the ones my older cousin gave us. It didn’t help that my little sister was there with a big smile on her face. Mum sighed and threw a bathrobe at me. She told me it would take 3 days to wash my clothes, and I could sit at home in a bathrobe for 3 days.

3 days!

She explained that it’s because her and little sister had things to do. So did I. I promised to meet Amir at the park. I didn’t want to tell mother this, as she would ask why is it important that I wanted to meet an old man that I just met yesterday. I honestly didn’t know the answer. Maybe it was because no one has ever given me anything before, although it was a cigarette, I looked down at the clothes. I put them on. I had no other choice.

As soon as my mother went, I rushed out to get my bike. My heart was beating and this should have worried me. I nearly started to cry when I saw that my bike was flat. I could have fixed it, but I didn’t have the patience and time, I took my sister's bike and started peddling to the park. I cycled around on her pink bike a bit disappointed.

Then I saw Amir, He was on a bench with 3 other Pakistan men. I cycled over to him, and he greeted me with a hug.  The other men were suddenly interested in who I was. I muttered that I was a boy. One of the men whose name was Naab said I was wearing girl clothes and had a girl’s bike. I was starting to mutter something when Naab came up to me and said that I must be a boy, as I was not wearing a t-shirt under the overalls and he could see my nipples. The other man then doubted it as he said my nipples were big. I looked down and never noticed this before. I suddenly felt his hand touch my chest, or the boobs I never realised I had. I was about to protest when Amir gave me a slurp of his beer. I never had a beer in my life, but I felt big when he gave it to me. The men continued to tease, but Amir was nice. It ended up that he gave me a can of beer and I just sat listening to them. At one stage, he said that he had a tablet that I would like. I knew the teachers at school said never to take tablets, but I was a bit tipsy, so I just took it and put it in my mouth. We drank while the 3 men talked a bit. I was giddily and feeling very good. At the time, I thought it was just because I was allowed to be with 3 men that were three times my age and being like an adult. I felt one of the men’s hands touch my chest. I couldn’t believe it; he was playing with one of my nipples. It did hurt when he was squeezing it. I let out a small moan and didn’t move or do anything. He rubbed and rubbed, as well as squeezing the nipples. I just leant back, trying to smoke and drink while he did this. As I leant back, I could feel Amir starting playing with my hair. I didn’t even notice that he was putting my hair in pigtails. I just noticed that the man was getting tired of my nipples and his hand worked down my overall. He started laughing when he went below my sister's panties. He laughed and told the others my dick was so small, I would never please anyone. Then his hand went around and felt my bum, I was about to protest when Amir asked what the problem was,,, he smiled and said that I had no problem showing my bum to him the day before. That seemed to shut me up. I just stood there as he caressed my bum, his finger slowly going in the crack. I must have screamed when I felt his finger enter my hole. It was so dirty, how could he do it? However I said nothing, I just felt his finger going in and out. His fingernails hurt and it was very humiliating, so I just stood there, letting this finger go in and out. I even heard myself moan, this made all the men laugh. One of the men told Amir that he was right, I was a gold pot. I didn’t understand at the time what that meant.

Amir told me that he would drive me home. I loved sitting in the sports car he had. My sister’s bike was put in the back as he drove me home. I explained why I was wearing my sister's clothes and about the bike. When we came home, my mum and sister weren't back. We sat on the sofa and watched some TV. He told me a few times that he was happy that I was his friend, even though I was not Muslim. This made me smile.  I told him that I never had a girlfriend, and I needed my hair cut and everything else I could think of telling him. He just laughed and said that I would have been a pretty girl. I told him that I was not gay; I only let the man finger my ass because I was tipsy and the tablet made me feel funny.  Amir smiled and said that those tablets cost a lot, but they were good. He then took out a black pencil box. I stared at he pulled a needle out and filled it with something. I wanted to tell him that I am not supposed to take drugs, but that would have been a bit stupid after taking the tablets and the beer. He looked at me. I slowly gave him my arm, and let out a quick yelp as the needles injected the drugs into my vein.

I quickly felt like I was on a cloud, and nothing in the world could ever hurt me. I nodded and agreed as he told me that this proves that he was my friend, as the drugs cost a bomb. I don’t remember much, except him asking for my cell number and saying that he could also contact me. I remembered him asking where Mother washed the clothes. I was sailing in my old world as I seen him take a few plastic bags out to the car. At the end, he told me that I should go to my room before mother seen how high I was. He helped me in the room and put me to bed, laying me down and telling me that I was a princess. I didn’t have the energy to tell him that I was not a girl and fell asleep.

The next day I woke up to mother screaming. I walked out with a headache, most likely because of the day before. Mum told me that we had a robbery, I was about to say that I had a friend over, when she told me that it was a strange robbery. The only thing that was taken was my clothes. Memories came back to me about Amir taking out the bags? Why did he steal my clothes? Needless to say, I was once again forced to wear my old cousin’s clothes, this time it was some shorts and a t-shirt with a pink elephant on it, I was definitely not going to go out today. I could see mum was stressed that she didn’t have the money to buy clothes for me nor did she have enough money to cut my hair. I tried to console her by saying that I can wear these clothes, and although my hair was very long, it didn’t have to be cut until I started school. Mum and my sister went out and left me at home.

An hour and a half later, I received a text message:

Come to my house at address Nimbo Road 44, and wear something pretty … Amir

WTF did you take my clothes? I only have sissy clothes now ... Anthony

Who cares? Just come. Now!. Amir

I am not going out with these clothes. They are girl clothes! … Anthony

Listen you princess whore, I know where you live. Come now, or something might happen to your sister! I also want you to wear a skirt!... Amir

My heart must have jumped, as I wondered suddenly why he was so mean. Was it wrong I asked why he stole my clothes? I was worried because he had threatened my sister! I decided to do what he demanded. I went through my cousin's things and found a skirt. I put it on. The feelings were strange as I felt the air go up my legs.

I took my sister's bike to his house. Amir answered the door; I put my worse mad face on, as he took my hand and led me to the toilet. I sat on the toilet asking him why he stole my clothes, and why he threatened my sister and why he wanted me to wear a skirt? I think they were reasonable questions. He just smiled and said that this was a common reaction for an addict, I felt madder, what did he mean? I was not an addict! I only tried drugs once. The problem was that I was staring at his dark skin, and noticed his muscles. I was a helpless kitten compared to him. He took out his needle bag and started filling the needle with the drug. I could have just run away, but deep down I wanted or I needed the needle. I put out my arm as he injected me with more of it

Once again, I was as high as a kite. People would not have noticed it; except that I felt like nothing could hurt me and I would have agreed if someone told me I was a dog. Amir pulled down my skirt. I laughed and thought that this proved that Muslims were faggots; He must have known my thoughts because he just said I was not ready for that. He took a huge ring out of his pocket and opened a sports bag he had. I couldn’t believe it, but he had a blow torch in that bag! I thought for a minute that we were going to rob a bank. Instead, he just warmed up the ring, which I could see was a half moon; I was engrossed by this as I could see that the ring was getting very red. He then told me to stand up, turn around and show him my bum. It must have been the drug because I just shrugged my shoulder and did as he said. A few seconds later I was screaming and crying. He put the ring on my ass, and I could smell burnt skin

He then laid me on the bed, as I was crying with the pain. He explained to me that I was now his. I was a whore for him and Islam. I was to do what he said and when he said it, no matter what it was. If not, he would have no choice to hurt my family. The pain was subsiding, and I nodded my head. He explained that he told me to wear a skirt because it showed that I did not mind being a girl. I even looked like a girl. His friend was right, that the little cock I had would never please anyone. The drug was still making me think everything he said was right, as he took pictures of me as I slowly removed what clothes I had on. At the end, I was posing on the bed, showing my little cock, big nipples, my ass and the brand he put on it. I should have felt sort of bad when I was posing around on the bed, as he was clicking to pictures of my naked body. I should have felt bad when my dick started to grow. The fact is that I didn’t really care. I was just saying yes to what he wanted, and the drug was making me feel very happy despite what I was doing, After he took some pictures, he caressed my body and especially my nipples. He explained that Allah did not give boys big nipples and a small dick unless they were special and had a special job. The new branding meant that I was now under his protection. I did not say a word, I just was breathing heavily, wondering why I did not protest. When I was not as high, he told me to go home,

My mother and sister had a great laugh. I came home wearing a skirt; my mother told me that there were shorts and pants. I didn’t know what to say except the skirt was comfortable. Amir warned me not to tell about what has happened. My sister was laughing and calling me names. Mum looked a bit more worried, explaining to my sister that some boys were transgendered, and considered themselves girls. I did not want to hear all this. It was not my fault that I was dressed like a sissy. I rushed into my room slamming the doors. I had a headache, my ass hurt and I was slowly realising what I did at Amir’s. I let him brand me like I was a horse, and I let him say he owned me. The next day I looked at the branding mark on my ass. I knew that it would be there for the rest of my life.

Mum either didn’t care or she was trying to be a good mother because she brought all my old cousins clothes and put them in my drawer. She said she would support this phase I was going through. I told Amir on the telephone about this, and he said it was because my mother always wanted me as a girl, otherwise, why would I have so long hair? The more I spoke to Amir, the more convinced that I was that my mother didn’t care. Especially when he told me that some children were born unwanted. My mother agreed that I was not a wanted child, but she was happy that I was born. Somehow I didn’t believe that, neither did Amir. I could see that my mother as always smiling around my little sister and playing with her, and when I came out, the smiles disappeared and it looked like she just put up with me.

A few nights later, Amir sent me a text saying that he wanted me to come to a party that he was having. I told him that I couldn’t, as it was 11 pm. He just wrote to sneak out and make sure that I looked pretty. I knew this meant he wanted me in a skirt. This was going to be very embarrassing, but luckily, I found some shorts that were light blue and were so baggy that they looked like a skirt. I put these on and a tip that had glitter on it with a picture of Barbie. I snuck out of the house and went to Amir. When I got there, there were 3 others there. They were drinking and smoking. There was also a girl there that I knew from school. She was a year or two older than me. I could see she was drunk and obviously high on drugs because she giggled and admitted to everything that the men said. I was smoking, not saying a word, while the men were not asking if I was too young? Amir explained that I would be the best, despite that I was not a girl. I wanted to ask what the hell they were talking about, but I was just staring at Amir’s black pencil box that was on the table. He smiled at me and asked did I need some juice to feel good. I nodded my head. It was a few days that I had some, and it seemed like my body needed it, I showed him my arm and he fixed the needle for me and gave me some juice.

I was now happy and giggling, listening to as the men spoke about Islam and the fact that we were not Muslim. I didn’t really care, as I never believed that much in religion. I did notice that one man had his hand down my shirt feeling my nipples as they were debating. It should have been embarrassing, but I didn’t care.  After a long time about hearing about their religion, one of the men told the girl to satisfy him. I looked at her as she went to her knee and took out the man’s cock. Then she started sucking the man. The girl was just 12 or 13 and she was a cocksucker! Despite the drugs were supposed to make me carefree, my mind was in turmoil. Why was she sucking his cock? I could see that her skirt was hiked and I swore I could see the same half-moon branding through her thin panties, I looked at Amir and was about to ask him a lot of questions when I saw that his cock was out. I looked at it, as it was huge and thick. He simply nodded to me. I looked at him a bit confused, and then he told me to suck him.

I giggled as he said this, and the next thing I knew was that I was on my knees with his cock in front of my face. I started playing with his cock, rubbing it back and forth with my hands. It was like a hard bone covered by skin. It was warm and soft. He told me to lick it. I giggled thinking he was not serious. I just thought that we were playing some doctor game. I looked at the cock and could see some precum at the tip of it. I shook my head and said it looked gross. He must have coaxed me for ages because I thought that I should just lick the tip of it to get him to shut up. I licked the top and felt like I would vomit when I tasted the salty precum. He told me that it was not that bad; I didn’t say a word, thinking it was not him on his knees looking like a faggot. A part of me knew that I had to suck the cock and get it over with. Or maybe the drug meant that I was not thinking right. Whatever the case was, his cock was now in my mouth. I started moving back and forth, feeling the cocks skin rub against my mouth and the cock hit the roof of my mouth. I was being careful that my teeth did not scrape the cock. I closed my eyes as I just moved back and forth on the cock. I tried not to think that I had a cock in my mouth and that others were watching me, I just continued to suck. When I opened my eyes, I could see the other men looking at me, including Mary, the girl who just sucked a man. The men were taking pictures saying I was a natural cocksucker, while the girl had no expression on her face, and had cum on her chin. After a while of sucking, Amir groaned higher. He squirted his love juice in my mouth. I started gagging and coughing, spitting it out, He told me that he didn’t like when people spat out his cum. I felt like crying. I wanted him to be happy, and I did not suck him well enough!

When I was home, and the drugs wore off a bit, I realised what I have done. I have sucked a man’s cock. I was a boy. I realised that when the cock entered my mouth, it meant that my life changed forever, I was now a Faggot, and I wanted to know why I didn’t say no. I would have said no a few weeks earlier. Was it because of the drugs or the beer? Was it because Amir was so dominant? Or was it because he was a friend, and I wanted to please him? Was I a Faggot? The following nights were the same. Amir would text me to come, and I would sneak out. After getting the needle, I would end up on my knees being a cocksucker. After a few times, having a cock in my mouth was natural as eating. I did not think if it was bad or good. All I knew it was that I got the needle and that made me feel good. It made Amir feel good. He was my best friend and I would do anything for him

The following weekend, I got a text message to meet Amir. I was supposed to meet my friend, but now Amir came first. I rushed out of the house and met Amir; we would be going to the woods, to enjoy a quiet day together. I was so happy when I was in his sports car. As we were driving, I looked down at his cock. I knew if I sucked it, he would give me the needle. However he said that today we would not do that, I was disappointed and felt like crying. I needed the needle. When we were in the middle of the woods, Amir stopped. He looked so serious, He admitted that he loved when I sucked him, and he loved the fact that his cum was in my stomach. However, he did not know if I did it because I loved him or was it because I wanted the injection. It was a bit strange hearing a man ask a boy like me if I loved him. I just sat there looking at the trees. Amir told me that he would only give me the injection after I have shown my love to him from now on. He wanted to know if I surrendered myself to him or was it just to get high.

He then told me to get naked. I did this many times before, so I didn’t really care then. This time was different. I was not half drunk or high. I went to the back seat of the car and slowly started removing my girl clothes. I was as red as a strawberry, blushing as he told me that I was so pretty. He was sure that I was a girl that just had a dick, I just laughed at that. Then he said I could also just be a gay sissy, although no Muslim would ever be gay. He shrugged his shoulders and said that I was not a Muslim.  While he was saying all this, he was taking pictures. I asked what he did with the pictures? He did not answer because if he did he would have to admit that half the boy lovers in the country had them, and they were being spread all over the net. I could see Amir take off his clothes. I tried to get a glimpse of his cock, but it was hidden behind the seat. He got out of the car and put a blanket on the ground. He told me to lay on that. I walked out of the car and looked around to see if anyone could see. I lay on the blanket, and he started kissing my nipples. Then he lifted my legs over his shoulder.

I knew what this meant. I pleaded and begged him not to fuck me. But this would not help. I was his slut boy, and this meant that I soon felt his dick in my ass. He put cream on his cock and my ass. As his cock entered the ass, I felt like I was being torn apart. I screamed, despite him putting a hand over my mouth. He moved in and slowly calling me a gay pussy boy. He was moaning and groaning, obviously enjoying himself while I was begging for him to take it out. He just smiled and continued, telling me that I was to make him a lot of money. I would be his special whore. I didn’t even ask him to explain that. I just concentrated on forgetting the pain. I tried looking at the trees and a bird that was looking at us. After a few minutes of being pounded, the pain was not that much. Then it was like he hit a special spot in my ass and I felt like electricity was going through my body. I started to moan with him and actually enjoy a dick in me. Then once again, he sort of stalled and I could feel his hot cum in me. After he pulled out and said that I was now a pussy boy as he gave me an injection. He explained once more that it was because I was such a sissy, that now I could make men happy. I did not care. I had my injection.

The next few weeks went with the same thing. He would either text me and tell me to sneak out to a party dressed in girl clothes. Sometimes they were at his house or his family’s house. They would talk about his religion and then he would take me into a room where he would fuck me or sometimes I would suck him. It still hurt when he put his cock in my ass, but I was getting more and more use to being fucked, I let him fuck me because I thought he was my best friend. I thought I was in love with him. I thought girls would never love me because I looked prettier than them. I knew I wanted the drugs he injected in me!

One day, Mom told me that we were going to the mall. I hated malls. As my mother went from one shop to another shop, I said I would walk around. I walked around and looked in an exhibition that was on the side of the mall. It was a cave with a dino and some cavemen that moved around. I used to love this as a child. I stared at the cave and at the mechanical cave men. Then inside the cave, I could see a long leg move in the shadows. I never saw this before. I could also hear some whimpering. There was a person inside the cave! I had to find out, so I crawled over the barrier and snuck into the cave. It was Mary, the girl who always came to the parties. I sat down next to her.

 “Why are you here?” I asked

“I am hiding”

“Why?”

“You don’t understand what is happening with you. It has already happened to me”

“What?”

“When I was your age, I met one of the Muslim men we know. I had no friends and He was nice. He let me drink and even gave me drugs. Look at my arm; they are full of red pricks! Slowly but surely, he made me work for drugs. He even threatened to kill my family, it started that I sucked him and he fucked me. I thought he was in love with me. He wasn’t. He asked me to have sex with others. I didn’t know that they paid him; I did it because I wanted to make him happy and I thought I was in love. I quickly became his whore, having sex with a man after man. Now he says that he has his eye on another girl and he was going to sell me to some man in Pakistan.”

“You can just say no”

“Did you say no the first time he fucked you? No, they have some power over us, Look we have the same branding on our ass. We are their slaves. We are their whores. I don’t know if the drugs screwed with my mind, I don’t really care anymore. He can sell me to whatever who he wants. I am his whore slave.”

“I would never be his whore! I think he loves me”

“He has groomed you and is grooming you slowly. Slowly you are giving your body and mind to him. You can’t see that. He has turned you into a gay sissy. You like sucking his cock and letting him fuck you. What for? For his friendship and a chance to smoke and drink? To get drugs? Can you go beyond a day without getting that needle stuck into you?”

“h-he loves me”

“Maybe you are like other men you want to fuck me right here in this cave!”

“No-No I don’t”

“That’s because you are a pussy boy. You are his slave, You will be his Faggot cock loving whore”

I had enough. I ran out of the cave. I was rubbing my arm. I wished that I could have an injection now.  I was shaking as my mother found me and asked me was I sick because I looked pale. I couldn’t tell her what has been happening with Mary. When I write this now, I feel sick as it could have saved her and other people, including myself. I smiled at my mother letting her know that I was OK.

I did go back to Amir every time that he texted me. Mary had to be wrong. I only had sex with him. She no longer came to the parties. I was told that she was engaged. The thing was that Amir only had sex with me. He must have loved me. He even shared his drugs with me, although he never took them himself. I told him that mum bought me boy clothes. She wanted to cut my hair. Amir told me not to let her. Under no circumstances was my hair to be cut, He also told me that he wanted to me to wear girl clothes to the parties. When I questioned him, he told me he met my sister and she was prettier than I was. I knew what this meant. My hair was not cut,

At one party, there were 7 men and just me. They were once again talking about religion. At one stage I saw this new man give Amir some money. I thought it was probably to help for the drinks. A few minutes, Amir nodded at me. I knew what this meant. It meant that I had to go with him into a room and get fucked. I took his hand and went into the room with him. Amir told me that his uncle was lonely, and he wanted to play with me. I was about to protest when Amir just walked out. His so called uncle that I never saw came in. He was also from Pakistan and he was about 170 kilos in weight. In other words, it’s lucky he could even come in the door. He smiled at me and told me that he heard I was not really a girl. He wanted me to prove it. I lifted my dress I was wearing and showed him my cock. He smiled and said that he loved sissy pussy boys. I smiled at him wondering was that all he wanted. It wasn’t. He took off his clothes and told me that he heard I loved cocks. I now knew what I had to do. I went on my knees and managed to find his cock under his stomach; I put it in my mouth and started sucking. I was good at it now. While I went in and out, playing with it with my tongue, he was calling me names. According to him, I was a cocksucking faggot. I just concentrated on sucking him, and after what seemed like ages, he squirted in my mouth. He looked down at me and asked is it really true that I swallowed cum? I opened my mouth to show that there was no cum in it. He laughed as he put on his clothes and walked out.

I was about to get up when two Pakistan men came in. They laughed saying it was best that I stayed naked. They told me to lie on the bed. I looked at them as they started taking off their clothes. These men were not all that fat, and they had huge cocks, larger than Amir’s, one of them laughed and said my little clit was sticking out because I looked at their cocks, I must have blushed. Then one man told me to go on my hands and knees, He stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks, he laughed once again saying I have a pussy. He quickly stuck his cock in me and I moaned as I was not used to anything this big, He laughed as he thrust in and out. He even noticed that I didn’t try to move away, but thrust back every time he pulled his cock out of me. The other man stood in front of me and I lifted my head up and licked the side of his cock. Then I licked the top of it, swallowing the precum. They both laughed and said I was born to be a pussy whore, as I had two cocks in me. I had one in my mouth and one in my ass. I concentrated on the huge snake of a cock in my mouth, licking the side of the cock while feeling the other one plunge into me and out. I was so tired, and so felt so used. The men laughed as their cocks rocked me back and forth. I just looked up at the ceiling wondering how I got here. My mouth was once again flooded with cum, and after coughing and gagging, I managed to swallow the most of it while the other man deposited his sperm in my ass, which was no more than a pussy now. The men left the room. I slowly put the clothes on and walked out and sat next to Amir. I didn’t say anything and tried not to look at the 3 men that molested me. I put my head on Amir’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, “why?” He just smiled and told me they were very pleased with me, and it was time for me to go home. On the way home, he wanted to fuck me in the car. Despite I was full of cum and was sore, I didn’t have a choice.

So that was my life. I would be texted and told to come to a party. Then I would go in a room and several men would come in, one or two at a time. They were always a quick fuck or a quick suck. No one ever had foreplay or really cared about me. After being played with, I would sit with Amir. The more time went by, the more accustomed I became. When I came out, he would give me an injection and then I wouldn’t care what I did that evening. At the start, it was at Amir’s house, or at one of his “families”. Sometimes, we would drive all over the country and the weekend would be going from one rich man to another rich man that saw me on the net. I didn’t care, as I was pumped up with drugs and half-drunk all the time.

One day, I came home after I was away for two days. I was sore and tired. I looked like a girl wearing small girl clothes and I was feeling bad, as the drugs were wearing off and I wanted more. Mum looked very worried and told me that she wanted to speak with me.

“I want to speak with you,” she said with a tear in her eye

“Not now, I want to rest”

“You sit down young man. I want to ask you a simple question, where were you the last two days and you look like you are on drugs. Have you been drinking?”

I looked down and seen the sleeve of my pink glitter top was down, so she could not see where the needles were. I didn’t respond to her. This made her give me a speech that I was only 11. It was not normal that I wanted to wear girl clothes. She was worried I was on drugs and was in some gang. I wanted to scream out and tell her I was a whore for Amir, but the words could not come out of my mouth. Would she be mad that I let men abuse me? Would she disown me? In a way, her thinking I was in a gang was better than being a faggot sissy whore. She told me I was grounded until further notice,

That did not matter. The next time Amir sent a text; I crawled out of the window and cycled to his house. As I sat on the sofa, I was thinking what Mom would say when she found out I left the house. I had to leave. If I didn’t, Amir would hurt her and my sis. I really didn’t care about things anymore. I didn’t care that my pictures were in every paedophile's collection. I didn’t care that Amir was becoming rich from selling me. I was becoming more and more of an object or a toy. I just wanted to make Amir happy. I just wanted him to take the needle and inject me, so I forgot who I am.

As I was sitting on the sofa, my hand feeling Amir’s cock, they were talking about this new girl that they were seducing, manipulating or whatever they did to children like me. They were saying that she was very young but would be a great whore. She would be a cock loving slut in a few weeks. I should have felt bad that a girl was going to experience the same as me, but I didn’t care. I was licking my lips as a man was getting a needle of drugs ready for her. I could hear the door opening and everyone smiling. The new girl who would be a whore was here. I turned my head to see her. My heart started pumping quickly and I thought I would hyperventilate. Amir could see this, as he gave me an injection.

The girl was my sister

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