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Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 05:10:03 -0500
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This is a sick twisted first chapter in a gay story that I will never finish. 

However it makes not a bad short story by itself so read on.
It is in the public domain so feel free to modify add to ,and/or redistribute 
it as you see fit. I'd enjoy reading it if you do!



DO NOT READ IF UNDER 21!!!!


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PERVERTED GAY SEX BORDERING ON RAPE


DON'T READ IT.  DELETE IT.



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Here goes:
        Title: Video Store

        Karl picked me up in the adult section of a video store.  
        Having just turned eighteen a month ago I was becoming a regular there 
frequently spending almost an hour examining each box looking for something 
with a tame front picture and title that I could muster the courage to bring 
to the counter and rent, and a reverse side promising an especially nasty 
scene or two.  It thrilled me to look at the covers of the nastier movies that 
tempted me so powerfully to expose another small bit of my twisted soul to the 
clerk on duty.  The more time I spent out back browsing porn the more obvious 
it was to either the middle aged woman or the pretty girl clerk that I was not 
just a curious guy picking out a film for fun, or a guy getting a skin flick 
to watch with some beers and his rowdy guy friends, but a lone sick twisted 
freak with a predeliction, as my rental choices ever more clearly indicated, 
for anal sex.  
        Whenever I made a trip to this particular run-down looking video store which 
I chose to satisfy my paranoia that neither of my parents, or any of my 
friends would go there, and find me out, I hoped that the middle aged woman 
would be working that day.  I somehow found it possible to work up the nerve 
to rent a nastier movie from her because I could tell myself that she was just 
some stranger that I would never see, and being a real adult would not ever 
cross paths with my still mainly juvenile circle of friends.  At the counter 
though I felt even more creepy and humiliated to confess my true nature to an 
attractive older woman who could easily have been a teacher or something. 
        Jessica, the younger clerk who was the object of not a few of my jack-off 
fantasies was behind the counter the day I met Karl.  In case you have not 
guessed, Karl is gay.  I was hetero.  Sure, I'd suffed marbles and even a 
broom handle up my ass as a youth, which might lead an outside observer to 
conclude that I was a flamer, but it was merely curiousity about 'how a girl 
would feel'.  And I wanted most every girl I saw painfully bad.  In my mind I 
didn't even question my non-gayness.  It was a fact.  
        In the back room, there was a gay section, and a 'normal' section.  I stayed 
out of the gay section, and tried not to accidentally see the few gay videos 
that were randomly interspersed among the others.  When other people came into 
the adult section I always stared at the ground, and moved away to a more 
private area if it was not too crowded. I could be driven out of the store if 
the crowd got too thick, I was so embarrased.  I tried meticulously to keep to 
myself.  
        With this preoccupation with privacy it is easy to imagine how I missed 
Karl's even entering the back room.  Deliberately oblivious as I was to 
anything but the sex vids, the forty three year old man could have watched me 
for some minutes, or longer, deciding he liked my shortish slender toned, but 
not well muscled young body, and baby face, approving of the shape of my ass, 
easily visible through my tight cut off jeans as I bent and squatted to look 
at the bottom shelves.  I usually looked for a long time before renting.  
Maybe he thought I was cruising, I don't know, but when I saw the gay video he 
tried to put in my hands, I just looked at it and gave him a wierd look that 
said 'gross dude' and started walking the other way without saying a word.
        This guy thought I was a homo!  He was a homo and he wanted to fuck me!  The 
man left quickly, leaving the video he had tried to show me mischelved, and 
walked out of the store leaving me with my thoughts, and a slip of yellow 
paper that had fallen to the floor when he had tried to hand it to me me with 
the video.  
        What could I do!  I had to stay in the porn section for a while or the clerk 
would think I was associated with this man whom she knew was homo.  I felt so 
wierd.  This man had looked at me and decided I was a fag!  He *called* me a 
fag by the proposition!  Why me?  What the fuck?!  My freaken ass was 
twitching!  I felt naked or... no, I felt like I did when I had been playing 
with myself anally.  No!  I was not a fag!  Those videos grossed me out!  Then 
a thought flashed accross my mind, I actually *liked* stuff in my ass..  Maybe 
I would like to be buttfucked..  No way!  Plus I'd get AIDS.  All fags had 
AIDS everybody knew that, or at least most of em.  
        "What if he wore a rubber?" I thought.
        Why the hell am I thinking THAT!  I am not gay!  I have never been even 
slightly gay!  Gay is gross!   Gay is bad m'kay!  Oh but I was so desperately 
horny it hurt.  I suddenly and desperately wanted to feel what women feel when 
they get buttfucked!  I wished I was a woman - I'd be such a whore!  Somehow 
my mind was prisoner to this train of thought the man had injected into me.  
The flicker of doubt that I was sure would flash quickly and disappear had 
been magnified a hundred times and showed no signs of stopping.  My need drove 
my thoughts.
        Then I thought: "What if he wants a blow job?" 
        Oh gross! I'd puke!  Man cum is the most foul stuff I can think of.  I didn't 
even like to see it on the girls in the videos then, though I was learning to 
like those scenes more and more.  I doubt I could even bring myself to kiss 
him; I was not gay.   Kiss him!  Ha!  I could hear the crowd of third graders 
laughing.  Kiss a guy - that's rediculous.  And fuckin gay!
        Involuntarily I began to wonder if he would agree to use a rubber.  I'd blow 
him with a rubber on to be fucked in the ass!  Hell I'd blow him for the 
privalege of being his bitch!  I snapped up the yellow piece of paper on the 
floor just as a couple walked in. 
        It read: "Call me: 555-5555 BOY!!"
        Oh my God!  He wanted me to be his BOY!  That's kinda like BITCH I guess..  
It rhymes with FUCK TOY!  Aggh!!  I can't call that number!  What if someone 
found out!  AIDS scares the hell out of me!  Going gay is *asking* for it.  I 
didn't need to screw up my life like that.  Damn all monkey-fuckers from 
Africa to hell!
        I left the store without renting, got in my car and drove home to my parent's 
house.  That night I jacked my balls dry thinking about the man from the video 
store.  The next day I couldn't stop thinking about him as my mental walls 
against gayness and gay thought crimes caved in and retreated over and over 
again before my irresistable lust.  That night, it was Thursday, I called him 
from my room ( I'd had the phone company give my private line automatic 
caller-id blocking ).  
        "Hello?" I said shakily. 
        "This is Karl who's this?" said the voice.
        "Um I don't know if you are the one I want to speak to, but I am the guy from 
the video store?  Do you remember?"
        "Oh yes boy.  So you finally came around."
        "Uh yeah I guess."
        "If you want to be my boy, I have to see if you can follow instructions so 
listen carefully: Meet me at three tomorrow afternoon, in the adult section of 
the video store.  Park your car somewhere where it can be left overnight, or 
better yet walk.  Bring your driver's license, and nothing else, not even your 
wallet.  Wear the same outfit you wore the in the store, except do not wear 
underwear, and make the following alterations to your shorts:  Cut the legs 
completely off your cuttoffs so that the legs are at crotch level.  Use a 
knife to remove your rear pockets, and make a four inch vertical slit in each 
cheek. I will meet you there before four.  If you are absent, late, or if 
*any* of my instructions are not followed exactly I'll leave and that will be 
that forever.  Absolute obedience is and will be demanded of you while you are 
with me."
        "Can you be descreet?"
        "Do it or fuck off BOY!" *CLICK*
        
        The next day, I made the alterations and tried on the outfit.  How could I 
wear this in public?  I put it on.  I felt ashamed already and I was alone.  I 
hiked the shorts up a ways.  Involuntarily I began to gyrate my hips slinkily, 
as if I had the curves of a female stripper, teasing the mirror.  I 
bent over in front of the mirror, and looking back I could see that my balls 
hung out, and the crotch went between my cheeks like a thong.  When I 
straightened my back, I didn't pick the wedgie, because it made me feel nasty 
and I liked it.  I was a slut, and I deserved to wear degrading outfits.
        Who was I kidding, I couldn't go out like this, I was a dude, and nobody 
wanted to see my ass - except Karl I hoped.  I began to put together a plan.
        I could walk to the video store this way if I wore a sweatshirt around my 
waist.  It would not look too wierd if nobody stopped to talk.  Then at the 
video store, I could walk quickly into the adult section being careful to face 
towards anyone there.  
        I left my house at 1:30, and walked to the store.  I ran the last part, 
and got there at 2:45. Quickly I ditched the sweatshirt in the bushes.  I was 
early enough to wait out any anomalous crouds that might make my mad dash to 
the adult section wearing these slut-shorts a problem.  As usual, the store 
looked empty, but I decided to go in now just in case that changed.
        Both clerks were there this time behind the counter.  The entrance to the 
adult section was beside the counter. I had a rack of videos between me and 
them hiding anything below my chest, but I would have to walk about fifteen 
feet straight toward them before ducking into the porn section.  They had both 
glanced up at the jingling door when I came in, and I was just standing there 
staring at them and drawing more attention to myself.  Then I saw the couple 
to my right behind some racks browsing.  If they looked up at the wrong time 
while I was making my way to the porn section they would see my missing ass 
cheeks.  I wanted to get out of there and book it, but a old T-bird pulled up 
and two rough looking guys and their girlfriends came out.  They were going to 
enter the store though the door behind me!  I walked fast with eyes fixed at 
the saloon-style door that delimited the adult section, and was safe.  If 
nobody had seen...
        I stepped back into the room, just before the door swung open and both 
rough-looking middle aged couples strode in talking loudly.  Behind a rack, I 
ran into the smaller room that held more porn. There was only one long rack in 
this small room, all four walls were covered in videos.  On the walls and rack 
on the left side of the room there were 'normal' porno videos.  On the right 
side of the room, in the quadrant that faced the doorway into the larger main 
section of the adult area, there were German and Japanese bondage vids. The 
remaining quadrant was the gay porn section.
        The gay section is where I found myself with my backside against the corner 
standing there in short-shorts as my refuge was invaded by the four.  They 
didn't even stop in the main section, but surrounded me browsing the German 
bondage vids and the normal vids on eiter side of me.  I could hear more 
people enter the main area.  My face was beet red.  In the homo section, I 
was obviously a fag to them.  The women gave me curious glances, and the men 
looked away in disapproval, mumbling a phrase to themselves and snickering.
        Forced to stand in the corner with my back against the wall, I couldn't even 
make it look like I was looking at the porn.  Dressed like this, it looked 
like I was a man-whore looking for a certain kind of date!  None of them were 
interested in the gay porn near me, so I just stood there frozen until they 
left a few long minutes later. I remained there surrounded by man ass and man 
dick and bizzare homosex while eight more customers wandered in small groups 
into the small back room where I stood humiliated, and unable to hide my face 
from these people I might meet again at the grocery store. 
        Once the store grew quiet, the younger clerk entered with an arm-load of 
tapes to re-stock the shelves with. I heard her efficiently replace some 
videos in the main-part of the adult section.  I saw her invade my back-room 
and start walking towards the gay section. I had seen her re-stock before, and 
I knew she had seen me, but here I was dressed sluttily in the gay section and 
it made her pause.   She stared at me, seeing what I was and approached to rid 
herself of the gay porn she carried.  I scooted along sideways with my back to 
the wall to avoid her, but her random re-stocking course kept pushing me away. 
 I wish I knew where she would go next so I could not be there!  I couldn't 
have acted more strangely  I was in the main section next to the saloon-door 
when it swung open and a young couple came in.  Like a deer, I darted past the 
clerk, who I hoped didn't have the time or inclination to look behind her and 
see my semi-exposed ass.  I was back safe in the gay section.  A voice in my 
mind added:  "Where I belonged."
        My watch said it was 15:38.  It was a $15.00 Casio, and had a bug in it's 
software that caused it to revert to military time for no reason, so I had 
gotten used to it, and it didn't bother me.  Karl would be here before four.  
What if he didn't show?  I was dying of embarassment and really wanted to get 
out of here!  Maybe he wouldn't show.  Maybe this was payback for me treating 
him so rudely before.  He would treat this stupid confused kid a lesson.  I 
heard the two clerks talking.  The younger said something about a guy, and I 
heard the word gay, and some quiet laughter.  Would they kick me out?  Would 
they call the police?  I would leave if asked, and probably cry all the way 
home!  My outfit would be extremely slutty.  The ass slits would be pushing 
the limits of decency but sexy women regulary got away with showing more cheek 
at the beach so it couldn't be illegal or could it?  I was not a woman nor was 
I at the beach.  Without knowing how much the younger woman saw, I hoped they 
planned to let me leave on my own.  
        It was 3:52 when the next customer, an old man who browsed every racl except 
the gay section.  He browsed all the non-gay porn methodically and was easy to 
avoid.  By the time he left it was 3:58.  Where was Karl?  The bastard was 
probably waiting to see if I would stay as directed until four, or maybe he 
already was waiting outside in his car to pick me up after I had endured the 
full hours humiliation.  I waited looking at the pictures of gayness all 
around me.  It was 4:10.  Even if his watch was slow, he should be here by 
now.  I decided to leave.  I walked to the saloon door but just as I was about 
to peek out and make sure no customers were between me and the exit, the man 
who was supposed to meet me came in, unceremoniously grabbed my arm and 
dragged me into the back room, checking to make sure the coast was clear. 
before pushing me inside and into the gay corner.
        He stared at me for a second before turning me around forcefully by my 
shoulders and pushing me forward and down, bending me slightly at the waist.  
        "Yes" he breathed, "Stay like that for a minute."
        I looked back at him instinctively.
        "Face forward!" he hissed. 
        He stepped closer, pressing his pelvis against my ass, and squeezed my mouth 
with his thumb and forefinger.  He stepped back a bit and ungently squeezed my 
crotch with his other hand, whispering into me ear: "You're gonna be my BOY 
from now on aren't you?"  
        *SQUEEZE*
        I managed to mostly squelch a yelp.  "Yes."
        "You're gonna do whatever I tell you and be my obedient little boy from now 
on aren't you faggot?"
        He gave another slightly harder squeeze.  "Aren't you!"
        "Yes!"
        "Yes what?"
        "Yes sir!?"
        "This aint the fuckin military bitch. Yes what?" 
        He squeezed my testicles viciously, and I fell to my knees.
        "Auuh! Yes Master!" My eyes were watering.
        "That's better. What does that make you?"
        "Your slave..."
        "Don't you ever forget that bitch.  Stay on your knees while I put these on."
        He handcuffed my arms behind my back before I could protest.
        "What are you doing? We'll get caught!" I wispered as quietly as I could.
        "Whatever I fuckin want. Get used to it kid or I'll leave you here like 
this."                          
        Next he adorned me a leather coller and leash from his pocket.
        "The cuffs and the collar are yours to keep, and so is this.  Do you know 
what this is?"
        People could come in at any minute I wished he'd just get to the point and 
let me go.  
        "No" I said.
        "Open your mouth."
        "It's called a ring gag." he said as he roughly stuffed the huge O under my 
top and bottom teeth stretching my jaw painfully and clasped the bands around 
my head. 
        The man unzipped his fly and an erect one-eyed worm stared me in the face.  
When the acrid smell hit my nostrils I would have retched if my gag hadn't 
stopped me.  He grabbed the top of my hair with his left hand and started to 
jack off at me furiously.  I was helpless and could do nothing but kneel there 
and let him hold me in position to take man-cum in my mouth!  This was way 
beyond anything I'd wanted to do on the first date, for sure and I would have 
resisted, except that it would get us caught.  I dreaded that more than the 
AIDS that could be in this stranger's sperm, or even the inevitable foul 
substance itself.  Perversely I was eager for it, so that we might get out of 
there unnoticed. 
        The first ample spirt hit my eye and ran down my face, the second hit the 
back of my throat and made me cough causing some of the third to go up my 
nostril.  The fourth and fifth hit their marks on my toungue and tonsils.
        "Swallow it all or it will be the worst mistake of your worthless life boy!"
        I did as I was told, gagging. I felt sick.
        The man squeezed the last drops of man juice out of his dink, and wiped his 
hand on my hair and on my shirt before zipping his jeans.
        "Get up, and turn around."
        He helped me by pulling on my leash choking me.
        "Jeans done right.."  He reached into my pockets and took my drivers license.
        "Eighteen.. In high school probably."
        He laughed: "Looking at you I had you pegged for a 14 year old that sneaked 
in here."
        That was an exaggeration.  I thought I looked at least 15 or 16.
        I heard the saloon doors open.  He gave me a powerful wedgie by lifting my 
belt loop.
        "Let's go pussyboy, I'm gonna screw your brains out once we get to my place." 
he said loudly, and started walking dragging me by the leash.  We passed three 
men and a woman in the porn section who stood dumbfounded, and walked out the 
saloon doors like nothing was wrong. There were no other customers, but both 
clerks saw me from behind being led out the door by the older man holding my 
leash with my jeans shoved up my crack, and wearing handcuffs.  I would never 
rent there again that was sure!
        The man walked me briskly to his car which was a white two door plymouth with 
no license plates which made me nervous.  I noticed the lack of plates because 
we approached it more or less from the front, and circled around to the back 
so he could let me in the passenger side door. He backed up fast causing me to 
hit my head on the dashboard, and took off with a small squeak from his tires. 
 We didn't go far before he turned down a side road, and stopped.
        "I'm Karl by the way, I got your name off your license here which I'll be 
keeping from now on.  Stay here while I reattach my plates.  I didn't want 
some joker from the store calling the cops with the number." 
        He got out and reattached the license plates which he had in his trunk sat 
back down in the driver's seat.  
        "Those people will be talking about that for a while! Heh.  A fucking whore 
like you deserves every drop of that cum for dressing like that in public 
don't you agree?"
        I nodded. "Uhuh" it was the only sound I could make.
        "Have you ever fucked a man?" 
        I shook my head. 
        "Have you ever fucked a girl?"
        I shook my head.  My tounge was getting dry and my jaw hurt.
        "A virgin boy faggot that's what you are! Well not for long, you're gonna get 
a quick education tonight, at my cabin, that is if you're willing to play by 
the rules."
        I looked at him.
        "What rules?  My rules.  That means I do whatever I want to you whenever I 
want.  That means when I say jump you say how high on the way up before your 
head hits the cieling.  When you're with me you exist to please me.  If you 
don't please me, I will punish you by hurting you or by other means at my 
discression until you're obedience is perfect.  In return you get the 
privilege of licking my boots."
        "Let me tell you something pussyboy: you should be ashamed of yourself.  You 
can't have much respect for yourself to go in that store and loiter in the 
porn section dressed like that for an hour, and then let some man blow his 
load in your face.  All those people saw your disgusting face as you left and 
you should be ashamed because worthwhile people don't walk around in public 
with cum on their face.  You do.  You should be ashamed, and you deserve to 
feel that shame for being such a shameful person.  Really, you are lucky to 
have me to give you the treatment you deserve."
        "Do you still want to be my boy-slave?"
        I thought for a minute. What I felt was not the feeling I felt for women, the 
lust to fuck, the attraction for certain features.  Manly features and smells 
disgusted me.  Yet Karl seemed so strong, and he was right on the money.  I 
needed to submit to him, and be used by him.  He had just cum in my mouth, and 
I could still taste it, and feel it drying on my face.  I was so excited and 
curious about what he would do to me in the cabin.  I deserved to be degraded 
like I had been in the video store, and I needed to obey.
        "Yah" I nodded again.
        "I thought so...   Lemme take off your gag.  You'll be wearing gags often, 
sometimes they will be for looks, sometimes to muffle you during punishment, 
sometimes for other reasons.   Have you ever fantasized about being raped? "
        "Not exactly.."
        "You will be riding in the trunk on the way to my cabin; bitch-slaves like 
you don't deserve to ride in a seat.  The nearest house is way out of earshot."
        I listened.
        "You have no idea who I am.  I could be...  No, I AM capable of doing 
anything.  Nobody from the store knows who I am.  I've never actually rented a 
video there.  I am willing to bet you didn't tell anyone that you were meating 
a strange man to have sex with him.  You would have to be stupid to go there 
with me.  However, I suspect you are stupid.  I think you will prove that by 
getting into the trunk when I open it for you.  If you get into that trunk, 
you're mine.  I will do as I please with you.  That will always be how it is 
between me and you when you are in my house or car or at my side.  Getting in 
the trunk means that you understand that."  
        "Legally, if you consent to something it isn't rape, but you might change 
your mind.  I will keep doing it regardless.  I am willing to go to jail for 
rape to exert control over you.  Hell, I'd just have another punk like you in 
there to be my bitch.  Are you willing to be outed as a fag to put me in jail 
when you voluntarily put yourself in a position where you would raped?  Why 
not just go home and forget about it?  You won't need a court order to keep me 
away, I won't come after you.  Because you can't!  A slut like you needs to be 
used, so you will go home, cry, and come back to beg for more!  Sex has made 
you so dumb and horny that you are going to risk your life, and trust me 
enough to ride in my trunk to who knows where with a strange man and be forced 
to do who-knows-what?  Hasn't it?"
        I couldn't believe it, but he'd seen into my soul. He'd shon me that my 
nature made me a slave, and I wanted to be his. "Yes." I replied.
        Karl got out and opened his trunk, then he came around, and opened my door, 
he grabbed my leash and pulled me out leading me briskly to the trunk where he 
pushed my head down slightly and said "Get in."
        I started to lift my leg to crawl in, but the handcuffs would have made 
balance difficult, so before I knew it Karl had helped me by grabbing my belt 
loop and lifting me in giving me yet another bad wedgie.  When the door shut, 
it was totally black.   Where was the glow-in-the-dark emergency release 
cable?  He'd probably cut it. 
         When we started moving it made me roll onto my back and lay on the handcuffs 
hurting my wrists and scratching my back slightly.  I felt around for the 
release switch on the cuffs, but they had none, they were real.  Finally I 
managed a semi foetal position that smushed my face against the carpet, but 
was more comfortable than laying on the cuffs.  Thoughts raced though my head.
        I was being taken to a cabin to be used as a sex slave by a gay man.  If I 
didn't like it he would force me.  The thought excited me but so much of 
gayness grossed me out, and this guy couldn't be typical.  I was sure I was 
going to regret this.  What the heck had I been thinking getting into this 
trunk?  Maybe I should try to escape.  That thought was replaced by 'But I 
want to get fucked' which was replaced by 'I *AM* fucked'.   If I didn't 
come back by tomorrow evening I'd be missed. I said I was going camping with 
some friends.  I somehow believed him that he would let me go, but if I were 
gone too long my parents would be pissed.  How would I explain.  What would he 
do to me?  How would I explain marks?    
        What had I consented to by getting into this trunk?  Anything!  What had 
happened to my negotiating skills!  I shouldn't be here, but the thought of 
going home alone without doing anything felt horrible enough to make me stay.  
Karl ws right.  I needed him.
        What could happen?  I'd get fucked and go home.  If he had wanted to go 
Jeffery Dahmer on my ass he'd have just stuck me in his trunk, which is where 
I was now riding, but he wouldn't have asked me to get in voluntarily, he just 
would have stuffed me in here right?  Why mess with the spiel?  Maybe it got 
him off to trick his victims.. Bullshit.  He just wanted a boy to push around, 
toy with, dominate and fuck in any way he pleased whenever he wanted to, and 
he was making it clear that any whining from me would be ignored.  He was also 
right that mo matter what he did, I wouldn't risk being outed to turn him in.  
And now that he'd got me to consent to anything whatsoever even if I change my 
mind, he would be in the right morrally if not legally.  Whatever the 
declaration of independence says about inalienable rights, what is a right if 
you can't gife it away? An obligation. Bullshit.
        I was a stupid sex slut.  I'd always been considered smart, what had happened 
to get me here?  I'd wanted to make sure Karl respected my limits, but I had 
given him carte blanc to use me as he pleased!  He'd already broken at least 
three of the limits I had wanted to lay down in the store before I could blurt 
them out.  I'd had to slallow cum in a frikken public place without protest so 
we would not get caught!  It seemed my lust made me easy to manipulate and 
contol.  Were other people the same?  Was I a born slave?
        So what *could* happen?  Pain didn't scare me, I thought I could stand some, 
and I had had enough hetero fantasies about it that I thought I could get into 
it, though there was a point past which it would not be fun.  What if he made 
me lick his asshole?  Oh my God I had been so preoccupied with 'would he wear 
a rubber?' the night before and now I was completely at his mercy! I'd seen on 
the HBO series OZ that some gays did that.  I would say no way!  That was 
gross and I did not want to do that at all.. but if he did I would be forced!  
Ahh!  He probably had everything from AIDS to Malaria and would give it to me! 
 Oh shit he had to use a rubber!  What a predicament I'd gotten myself into, 
and there was nothing to do but ride it out and try to enjoy it if that were 
possible, and hope everything turned out ok.
        We finally stopped.  I heared a garage door close, and him get out of his 
car.  It was five minutes of silent blackness before the trunk opened, and I 
saw him looking down at me.
        "We're here, How was your ride?" he asked?
        "Uh fine."
        He grabbed my arm and yanked me out.  I almost fell before getting my 
sea-legs back. He turned me around and uncuffed me, throwing them on the 
ground with the key inside. 
        He pointed to an open fire-box for keeping important papers, and said: "Take 
off all your clothes and put them in that box.  Shoes and socks too."
        I did it and stood there naked on the cold cement.
        He closed and locked the box and put it in the trunk.  
        "Though you will see bars on the windows, at present the outside doors to 
this house are not locked.  This box is.  You can leave whenever you want, you 
can even take the box, contining your clothes.  It's yours.  But I hold the 
key.  I will open that box when I am good and ready.  My clothes are in a 
locked wardrobe.  I can't have slaves like you just running off when it starts 
to get fun can I?
        Grabbing my leash he led me to the door that led into the main house from the 
garage.
        "Come inside" he said.
        The place was nice, and roomy, but there was something odd about it which 
became more obvious as I moved from the kitchen to the large living room.  The 
living room was furnished for entertaining and the kitchen was large, but in 
the wooden rafters that crossed the cieling there were grommets, and folded 
away in the walls there were objects that had no obvious purpose.  All over 
there were objects built in to things that had no purpose.  I also noticed 
some sex toys and wierd devices neatly displayed on a shelf.  This whole place 
was constructed with enbedded equipment for perverted sex games.  Anyone who 
stood there for 30 seconds would see it.  Who did he entertain?
        I was lead to a bathroom where he removed my collar, and replaced it with a 
locking stainless steel one attached to a foot long chain with a ring in the 
end which he used to lead me to an empty tub which looked like a modified 
jacuzzi.  The bathtub had a grommet near the drain to which he 
locked my chain. Karl told me to lift my hands above my head, and he attached 
stainless steel shackles to my wrists and attached them by a long chain to the 
wall above my head.  He also shackled my ankles and locked their chains to 
grommets in the side of the tub so that my legs were spread slightly.
        He turned on a hand sprayer, adjusting the temperature to a comfortable 
warm.  Then he sprayed me all over.  He took a sponge and some soap, and 
washed me.  Every part of me felt the soapy sponge, and his wet hand.  Then he 
took out a bag of razors and shaved me slowly all over telling me that I would 
have to remain hairless from now on, and that I would 'of course' be punished 
if I were not.          
        "I won't shave your head today, I don't think you have lice, but I may keep 
you bald in later on.  I might have you grow it out.  I haven't decided."
        He shaved my pubes, and my pits and the hair around my neck, and my face.  He 
shaved my asshole too shoving his finger in about an inch.  I had my eyes 
closed and my mouth open when he stuffed his dirty finger inside and told me 
to suck it clean.  I mumbled a protest, but he gave me a stern look and said 
told me to suck it bitch or else. So I did.
        He then stuck his middle finger up my ass the whole way, and removed it 
ordering me to clean it with my mouth again which I did.  He told me that my 
mouth was a filthy recepticle for filth, and reinserted and removed his middle 
finger again, so I could clean the smelly digit yet another time.  I was 
swooning from the ass play.  Then he inserted his index and middle fingers 
into my ass at the same time which hurt, and fucked them in and out.  He took 
them out and my ass ached for more, but he told me to  open my mouth and suck 
them clean. There were brown streaks and slime, and a tiny piece of crap on 
them.  My grimace and still closed mouth pissed Karl off and he suddenly 
striped my back hard with a small whip in hiis other hand that I did not even 
know he had.  I screamed it was so stingingly painful, and writhed in my bonds 
till the shock of it passed.
        He said, "Suck them boy."
        I looked at him hesitatingly, to which he raised his small whip.
        I opened my mouth and had it filled with shitty fingers. It tasted awful.
        He told me that he had better be able to eat off his fingers when I was done.
        "You should also know", he said , "about one of my rules.  It is a rule you 
must always follow. Whenever anyone puts something in your mouth you should 
try to swallow it into your stomach unless specifically told otherwise.  For 
example when I fuck your mouth you should try to swallow it down your throat.  
Bite it and you're dead though."
        I swallowed the filth from his fingers.  He pulled them out and the two 
fingers delved into in my ass again.  This time they fucked deeper, and were 
even worse with a couple of pea sized chunks of brown on them.  I opened my 
mouth and sucked them clean swallowing it again.
        "See boy you've learned already to eat your own crap.  See what a lowlife you 
are?  You really are lucky to have someone like me that knows how to treat a 
worm like you.  Now I'll let you in on another rule.  Whenever someone uses 
your ass you shoul always clean your filth off them them with your mouth 
afterwoards without being asked. Unless you're tied up of course."   
        Karl detached my wrist shackles from the chain and locked them together 
behind my back.  
        "I've been wanting to try this shower-head attachment for a few weeks.  I 
invented it myself, I have alot of tools, and a knack for that sort of thing 
as you will notice by looking around the house."
        It looked like a manufactured item, he was talented indeed.  It had a flared 
end and two triggers.  He messed with a dial, and shoved it in my ass.  It was 
cold and it hurt, but at least the end was smooth.  
        "Ohh!! It's getting bigger." I gasped as the rubber end inflated inside me 
"Uuuuuunnnhh oh geez aaa" I moaned as I filled with water.   
        "Ahh oh I'm so full!"
        "We're half way there it shows one liter.   This is an automatic enema nozzle,
the left trigger inflates to seal you up, and the right trigger squirts the 
water at 2psi which is adjustable with a lever.  The dial is cool because it 
actually measures the amount and shuts off automatically."
        "I can't stand it..  Oww shut it off "
        "It is off silly! That's two liters!"
        "I gotta go!!  Ahh I'm cramping!!"
        "Don't worry, the nozzle's not going anywhere.  I am going to make something 
to eat, which you will be doing for me usually, but I'm hungry and I need to 
wait for your body to absorb some of that so I can get another liter in." 
        He left me there in pain.  I could feel the warm water gurgling inside me.  
It turned me on, but it was getting too intense, the cramping hurt bad, and I 
needed relief.  I could tell that I would not be able push the nozzle out even 
though the weight of the heavy nozzle tended to pull it out.
        My knees hurt, and my wet body was cold.  Without my wrists shackled above my 
head, I had to rest my face on the hard ceramic tub. Karl returned, and i saw 
through one eye that he had a plate with a sandwich in it, he set it on the 
counter, and I saw him set up a tripod, and a video camera to film me like 
this! 
        "No please! No pictures! You can't!!" 
        "I can and I will, and not only that I will show them to lots of people.  
You're gonna be somewhat of a celebrity in certain circles."
        He stepped back out of my sight for a second, and returned with a camera.
        "This is my new digital camera.  You're going to have naughty pictures of you 
posted all over the internet before I let you leave."
        "No!" I yelled desperately I'll do anything!
        "You will do anything already, this isn't blackmail boy, it's a fact, you're 
gonna be a star." *CLICK* 
        *CLICK* he'd snapped a pictire of my whole self, then a close up of my face, 
then another of the nozzle sticking out of my ass.  For this one he turned it 
saying that he wanted his label to show for the advertizing as he planned to 
sell these.
        "Please master!  People can't know I'm gay!" I was starting to cry.  I hadn't 
felt tears coming on in years.
        "People can know if they watch this video, and take a look at the pictures I 
take.  There will be no doubt in their mind as to what you are then!  Now it's 
time for me to get this show on the road.  I'll have to edit out this first 
bit of course.  There's no script, it'll just be you being yourself, you 
really don't need to act.  I'll be asking you questions, just answer them 
honestly, except for your name. When I ask you what that is just say Tommy.  
That's gonna be your porn name."
        Karl picked up the camera,  walked out of the room and came back for a 
suitable entrance, and pointed it down at me taking a wide-angle shot of me. 
        "Please don't do this!" I pleaded.
        Karl put down the camera and picked up the whip, giving me five quick hard 
stripes on the small of my back.  I screamed and wailed, and thrashed for a 
minute and started bawling tears.
        "You don't even know how much fucking pain I can cause you punk!  You're 
gonna answer the damn questions, or else.  You've just earned yourself another 
half liter. I hope you fucking explode!"
        Karl made another entrance zooming in at the new stripes on my back before 
returning to the wide angle and asking me, "What's your name boy?"
        "T-Tommy" I replied.
        "How old are you today?"
        "Eighteen"
        "I see you've been a naughty boy, but you deserved those stripes didn't you?"
        "Yes."
        "You are lucky to be taught obedience aren't you?"
        "Yes Master."
        "What is that sticking out of your little ass Tommy?"
        "An enema-nozzle shower head."
        "Thats for shame...  You are an enema slut aren't you."
        "Yes Master." 
        Karl switched off the camera.  "See how smoothly this goes when you don't do 
anything that makes me punish you?  I am not going to be able to make any cash 
of this video because you're chained up the whole time, but the freinds I give 
copies to and the people they give copies to will enjoy watching you.  Believe 
it or not, you're gonna sign a modelling release be in lots of porn movies 
before you even turn nineteen.  They are going to be the grossest most gonzo 
ones that nobody else will make because they can't find actors to be in them.  
I'll make a small fortune off you."
        "You aren't nearly trained enough for that yet though, you need to learn to 
be more afraid of what happens when you try to get away than you are of what 
is happening at the moment.  I could call it a rule that you must not try to 
resist or avoid situations that you find unpleasant, but you will not be able 
to help yourself at times.  The only way you will learn that kind of 
discipline is through punishment.   Then you'll be able to swallow a glass of 
cum without being whipped, and have the presence of mind to add 'so good' to 
'Oww it hurts' when your ass is on fire.  Your face doesn't have to show it, 
but on film you have to at least claim that you like what's going on." 
        "Uuugnh!" I groaned.  I was cramping again,
        "I'm going to put an ad on a private web site of a club I'm a member of.  
I'll get enough responses to do a film with you sometime next week or maybe 
the week after that I think.  I'll easily get six, but I expect more like 30.  
When I post the pictures I'm gonna take of you lots of guys will want a free 
piece of your whore ass.  Probably even people you know.  If you can't prove 
to me that you are ready to make a vid in two weeks weeks then there will be 
just be that many more respondents to fuck your ass raw when the filming 
starts.  A hundred person ass-bang would be a hell of a way to make your 
screen debut!"
        "That would be suicide-I'd get AIDS for sure!  I won't do it!" I blurted.
        "Saying that was a mistake.  You *are* going to do it.  And you'll be 
punished for your refusal later.  But don't worry they are all tested if they 
do pornos -- it's the law.  Besides the club has a testing policy which you 
will take part in.  We haven't had an outbreak in 10 years.   Basically slaves 
and club members who fuck outside the club are AIDS tested every three months. 
If they are positive, their name is posted on the site and they are kicked 
out.  Then the slave's owner is not allowed to paricipate in club activities 
until he tests negative for nine months.  You'll be going to the club tomorrow 
to get tested.  I can't fuck you until you test negative.  I can tell you are 
nervous, you are probably very careful about disease.  You're 
most likely HIV- and think I might give you a disease..."
        "That gives me an idea!"
        Karl left and returned shortly with a small box.  He opened it and there was 
a needle and a small vial.
        "I was given this by my friend Jack for my birthday.  It's knock-out juice of 
some-kind that he uses on his bitch all the time according to him.  I don't 
doubt it 'cause his stupid bitch always acts half asleep, like a fuckin 
rag-doll."
        Karl removed the needle, and drew blood out of his arm.
        "This ought to make you feel better." he said as he jammed it into my 
ass-cheeck and injected it. Now you have whatever I have for sure!"
        "Ahh I've got type A blood!  You'll kill me you fucking crazy bastard!"
        "I might not kill you, but you will regret that remark.  You're getting 
another half a liter for that.  I have type O blood, so you'll be fine by the 
way."
        Karl picked up the camera and started filming me again.
        "How much water is in your gut?"
        "Two liters" I replied.  I have anything he has..  Oddly I was relieved to 
know that.
        "How does it feel?"
        "I can feel it sloshing around, but the cramping is starting to subside; I 
need to go to the bathroom."
        "You're in the right place. Hehe.  I think you need a little more filling 
first.  How about another liter?"
        He grabbed the nozzle with one hand and said to the camera, "Set this dial to 
1-liter, and then pull the trigger that's all there is to it, this locking bar 
keeps the flow turned on hands-free.  I still havn't come up with a name for 
it.. maybe the "Bung-Hose", or the "Ass Aqua Blaster. Hehe,"
        He pulled the trigger.
        "Ahh" I was filling again "Oh oh please stop!  It hurts!"
        "Just a little more..  There, it stopped.  That's three full liters!  Not bad 
for a first timer."
        "Owwww! I gotta go o o!  Please take it out!" 
        My face had the palor of sickness, the cramping was intense.
        "I would, but you still have two half-liters to take as punishment.  I've 
never seen a *virgin* like you take over three liters!"
        "Tell me whore, what these next two half liters are punishment for?"
        "For telling you that you couldn't post pictures of me, and for calling you a 
crazy bastard when you injected your blood into me.  I didn't know you were 
type O. "  I was confessing my 'sins' like a child.  There was nothing for me 
to do but take the punishment.
        "Oww.. Please, I'm too full!"
        "I am a crazy bastard, but you must learn to accept my judgement.  Apologize 
for your impudence."
        "I'm very sorry Master"
        "You're a slave and you need this kind of treatment.  It is all you are good 
for in this world.  Admit it."
        "Yes Master. I need this treatment, but it hurts!"
        "I know boy. It's supposed to hurt.  A slut like you deserves to be hurt and 
humilated for amusement of his owner."
        "Right. The world will know what you are.  There will 
be nothing to go back to once you are a gay porn star, no job, no life, no 
lover would take you.  You will learn to accept that pleasing me is your life 
now.  The pictures are going on the internet as soon as I am finished taking 
them, and your old life will be destroyed forever.  It is already too late to 
turn back."
        "But--" 
        "SILENCE!"
        "A master has the right to exploit slaves he owns and I OWN YOU!  Don't 
forget that.  You will be exploited for my pleasure and financial benefit.  
Anything of yours, your time your body, your holes, your pain, your 
humiliation can and will be used by me for my selfish ends.  Any privileges or 
posessions you have will be given to you by me, but will be subject to 
revokation at any time.  I will sell videos of you, I may pimp you out, or I 
may sell you to another Master, or Mistress or give your ass to a fucking 
donkey if I want!  Your fate is in my hands, and you will accept it no matter 
what.  You deserve this because you want it, and therefore are not a 
worthwhile person."
        "Yes master.  I deserve it." Any other response would hav been useless and 
more painful. 
        "Beg me to exploit you."
        "Ungh." I was cramping again, "Please master put me in videos and make money 
off me.  I exist only for your benefit."
        "Good.  Now beg me to punish you."
        "Please master punish me."  The video was still rolling.
        "How?"
        "Please punish me by filling my ass with another liter of water." Saying that 
seemed anathema to what I was feeling.  My bowels were already stetched 
painfully, and I wanted relief more than anything. My belly felt like it was 
sticking out more than usual.
        "Another liter coming right up."
        He turned the dial.
        "MMMMMMMAaaauugh Ahh Ahh ahh eeeeuhhhoowwwww!" 
        The water flowed in, and in, and in.  The pressure was intense, the cramping 
horrible.
        "Pleasssee!  Ahh stop!  Ahh!"
        Karl was filming my agony, enjoying it.  I was a pitiful site.  
        "It seems to have stopped." he said.
        It didn't feel like it had stopped. I could feel the water flowing deep 
inside me.  
        I'll have to adjust the pressure.  Over 2psi is unsafe, but this is 
punishment, and you only have a little to go I bet.  Let's try 6psi.
        "Aieeeeeeaaaaaaahh" I screamed a high pitched sobbing scream as water rushed 
into me all at once.  I cried and pleaded for him to take it out.  I was 
delerious with pain.
        "That's four liters.  I knew you could do it!"
        "Take it out please!!!" was all I could say.
        "Hold your.. I was going to say horses, but just hold it.  I am going to need 
a glove and coat so I don't get messy."
        Karl left me there for a long two minutes before returning wearing a rubber 
coat, and thick rubber glove. 
        "There's a trick to not getting sprayed and that's not deflating it all the 
way before you pull it out. "
        Karl pulled the enema nozzle out hard for the camera.  My asshole was pulled 
obscenely outward from my crack and it hurt.  The microphone picked up my 
ouches and ahhs."
        "Now that I've got this pig squealing, I know I'm pulling hard enough to 
beat the spray.  All I have to do is slowly let the air out and it should just 
pop out on it's own.  Be ready to step back if you try this at home."
        *tsssss--POP*  It came out and with it a strong stream of watery sewage.
        "Thar she blows!" said Karl to the microphone as he pulled back for a better 
shot of me shitting the tub.  
        It flowed down hill to the drain which was stopped up, and pooled around my 
face.  I would have lifted my face out of the stuff but the chains on my legs 
gave me no purchase.  I just groaned and farted and shat with my face in the 
pool that was forming thinking of nothing but the sweet relief of I was 
experiencing  Karl snapped a zillion stills with his free hand while I was 
still gushing.  
        "He looks like he is enjoying himself." said Karl focusing in on my face.  I 
closed my eyes. 
        When the spasmodic spraying had mostly subsided Karl adjusted the dial on the 
shower head, and shoved the enema nozzle up my ass again inflating it quickly 
and pressing the trigger.  Warm water rushed in at high 6psi pressure and 
stopped in no time.
        "There's two" He said when it stopped.  Immediately he started pulling out 
the nozzle and deflated it again expertly while pulling painfully. I gushed 
another stream.
        I had the nozzle back in me and inflated almost immediately after the water 
stopped flowing from my ass.
        "Now that you're mostly clean inside. I'm gonna give you a dose of ice cold 
water to tighten you up. Two and a half liters."
        This was wierd and different and *COLD*.  Soon the intestinal cramping was 
intense and throughout my tortured insides.  I was wracked with pain -- it was 
too much to bear.  I screamed and tried to grab my gut but my hands were still 
shackled behind my back. Karl filmed me while I wirthed and squirmed in agony, 
smearing my entire body with in the shit that had come out of me, enema nozzle 
still sticking out of my ass.  Now flat against the floor of the tub, the new 
angle of penetration caused the nozzle to twist cruelly inside me. Karl 
snapped pictures furiously swearing that the camera took too long to compress 
each image and that he should have gotten a scanner. 
         "Enjoying yourself boy?"
        "No."
        "Wrong fucking answer shitface! I'll have to edit that out now.  You must 
like lying in shit cause you've earned an hour in that tub to think about it. 
Think carefully: Are you enjoying yourself?"
        "Yes.." I said and started to cry.
        "You'll make a pornslave yet.. Being a slave in your Master's house beats 
working in the salt-mines eh?  Or maybe not... Heehe  Too bad for you this 
ain't Roman times! Later slave, it stinks in here!"
        Karl left shutting the door behind him.

        I cried and cried.  My life was over.  I couldn't look anyone in the face 
ever again.  The pictures he took of me were awful!  He was posting those pics 
all over the net right now, while I lay chained face down in a tub full of my 
own watery feces!  I pulled at my chains in vain.  He was right.  He was 
destroying my life forever right now.  Eventually the pics would haunt me 
wherever I went.  Would that be worse than staying here to be tormented and 
exploited by a man who would do this to me?  Yes.  He was right.  I would stay 
here and be his and warp my mind to derive pleasure from worshipping he who 
tormented me as an exile from the 'real world'.  If I left the only way to 
escape the hopeless loneliness would be suicide.  I no longer cared for my 
freedom or safety. My worthless life was his now for as long as he deigned to 
keep me.
        I had no way of tracking the time, but Karl finally returned still wearing 
his rubber gloves, and carrying his cameras.  
        "Are you ready to get cleaned up, or do you want to sleep like that?"
        "I've had enough."  
        "I'm going to remove all your shackles except the one on your right leg. If 
you get one drop of that stuff on me, I'll make you drink it all, so stay 
still."
        He undid my shackles.
        "I'm going to open the drain with this lever.  You will have to clean that 
tub spotless with the shower head and this ajax and brush.  You'd better be 
spotless and smelling good too, so don't spare the brush on yourself.  The 
nozzle head unscrews at the base.  Use the standard one on the floor next to 
the tub, and clean the nozzle too."
        Karl opened the drain and the tub drained a little before clogging. Cleared 
it with my hands and the rest of the liquid drained. 
        "Clean the nozzle now, so I can remove it and you can put the other head on.  
Your hands are filthy, so I'll hold it for you."
        "At first I was confused.  I had nothing to clean it with, but then I 
remembered that it had been in my ass, and opened my mouth.  I sucked the 
brown streaks off the rubber part as Karl moved it deeply in and out of my 
mouth.  He enjoyed pushing the end unneccesarily far into the back of my 
throat until I gagged and holding it there while filming the desperate 
expression on my shit-stained face.  He told me that I wasn't cleaning the 
base enough.  When he had had his fun, causing me to grab the handle with my 
filthy hands, I was allowed to lick the metal parts clean.
        When it was clean, Karl unscrewed the attachment, left me a tube of 
toothpaste and a brand new toothbrush, and left me to my chores.
        When Karl returned 30 minutes later, he inspected tub, and smelled my breath. 
 He smelled my face, and body too.  Then he ordered me to stand up, bend ofer 
and spread my cheeks.  I did, and he sniffed my asshole.
        "It smells like shit.  I see you need to be tought how to clean it."  
        Karl pushed me over roughly and reattached the cuffs to my wrists, and other 
ankle.  He got in the tub, straddled my back and held me with his legs facing 
my rear.  Karl grabbed the plastic scrub-brush and shower nozzle, sprayed my 
crack and started scrubbing viciously up and down my crack.  
        "AAAAAAAGHHHHGAAA AA AA!" I yelled at the top of my lungs while he continued 
to scrub mercilessly.  He stopped and sprinkled some AJAX on my crack and 
continued to scrub.  The abrasive soap stung and I screamed louder.  He rinsed 
me off and scrubbed again, leaving my ass so raw I didn't want to think of it. 
 Then he grabbed my cinnamint toothpaste and squirted it on my crack and shot 
some up my ass.  He used my toothbrush on my crack and on the inside of my 
anus pushing the brush in as far as it would go, and removing it a couple of 
times, then 'brushing' my asshole for me for a few seconds as if it were my 
mouth finally leaving it halfway in.  The pain was indescribable and my 
shreaks ear peircing. He wiped my crack with a towel, throwing it on the 
floor. 
        Even after he stopped, I kept screaming unconrtollably as the cinnamint 
toothpaste did it's work.  Karl undid my leg shackles, grabbed the chain 
attached to my collar lifting me up and led me, still wide-eyed, and moaning 
out of the bathroom with my toothbrush sticking out of my ass.  
        We walked briskly down the hall and stopped midway.
        I was whining "Oww oww aaooww" the whole way as the chemical fire in my 
tender ass seemed to intensify.
        He pulled on a handle that was about 18 inches from the floor and out rolled 
a drawer. 
        "Get in slave." he ordered pulling me down.
        The drawer contained an old blanket, and leg and arm shackles attached to 
short chains at either end.
        Once I was laying face down in the drawer, he secured the larger shackles to 
my ankles and freed my arms only to shackle them immediately to the restraints 
near my head.  I did not resist except that at the last minute I thought to 
try and pull the toothbrush out of my ass, but Karl forcefully held my arm in 
place and restrained it.  
        Karl said: "Sleep tight, I know I will since that drawer is soundpr..." as he 
shut the drawer.  
        I heard a latch go *click* and then silence.  My cell was pitch black.  The 
bristles in my rectum were nothing compared to the burning toothpaste.  I 
never imagined that something like toothpaste could hurt so much!  I had to 
get the toothbrush out, but even if extended my body fully and used all the 
slack in my arm and leg restraints, I could only reach my chest with my hands.
        I pushed.  The bristles weren't helping and my assmuscles were on spasmatic 
strike.  I couldn't stand the fire, but I knew it would not stop as long as 
the toothpaste covered toothbrush remained in my ass, so I pushed again as 
hard as I could, and finally the toothbrush fell out.  
        Within minutes I could take my mind off the burning in my ass.  The floor and 
sides of my 'bed' were black canvas that felt like the floor of a boxing ring. 
 I could roll onto my side if I wanted to but I could not wipe the slimy 
toothpaste out of my crack, With some trouble, I got the blanket to lie flat  
under me, I was not cold, but rather too hot from wriggling around, and I just 
wanted it to pad the floor.  I was still uncomfortable.  I could not seem to 
position myself in a tolerable position that would allow me to sleep.  I 
teisted and turned for an hour to no avail. I was dead tired, and I thought 
for a second of doing what I usually did to get to sleep, but of course it was 
impossible for me to touch myself chained like this.  
        I was so frusterated I screamed "AAAAAAAAGGHH!" as loud as I could.
        Nothing happened.  I wanted out.  I didn't want to sleep here! I wanted to go 
home to my old life. "Let me out!" I screamed.
        "Let me out let me out let me out let me out let me out!" I cried as I kicked 
and struggled.
        No response.
        Let me the fuck outta here now you fucking bastard!  I'll call the goddamned 
cops if you don't let me the fuck outta here!" I yelled again.
        "I wanna go home.." this time my yell faded off and I began to sob.  It was 
hopeless.  
        I didn't know how well soundproofed my drawer was, or where in the house Karl 
was or even if he was still at home.  But most of all it was hopeless because 
I had no home that I wanted to go back to.  Sure my parents would love me no 
matter what, but I was eighteen now.  The pictures made any life but this 
impossible.  They were like a tattoo on my face.  This was the world I had to 
live in now, and I was lucky to at least have Karl.  No matter what he did to 
me it would better than the bleak ashamed loneliness I would feel without him. 
 Anybody who would want a worthless fuck like me would just want me to abuse, 
so I would learn to love being abused by Karl.  That was what I was for now, 
and it was my own fault for coming here.  I deserved this for being so 
lustdumb as to not consider the consequences of coming here and letting myself 
be ensnared into slavery.  The reality of it all had finally set in.    
        I cried myself to sleep.
        
End of chapter 1

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