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Revenge
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Straight Male / 45
I was a bondage addict between relationships, and in frustration had put on a leather hooded strait-jacket, all but securing the straps, when the landlord's creepy sons came in with a pass key. Turned out they had a spyhole in my wall! Before I could extricate myself, they forcibly fastened the sleeve straps, wickedly tight! They used a polaroid camera to catch the fourteen year-old pretending to suck my cock, then took my face in a close-up. I asked "why are you doing this?" and the older one, about eighteen, sneered "because we CAN! Because we don't like perverts like you! Because you're going to make us money! Or go to jail! We don't really care which!" Basically they told me if I didn't play along, and obey them totally, they were going to shop me for child m****tation! I was young and naïve then, and didn't see any way out, so I decided to cooperate! This involved sucking their cocks, turn about, pretty near endlessly, through the small zippered opening in the hood, right over my mouth, always sealed tight shut unless I was doing what they wanted! They also made me come into small glass jars which then went in the fridge, for disposal somewhere or when, for cash money, which they teased me about, saying I was going to make them rich! I had no phone in the apartment, and they had all the "evidence" stored away safely, so there was no escape. I was between jobs, an orphan, and not a soul in the world to miss me. I couldn't even make a run for it during my short daily "hygiene break, since the police would have picked me up in no time. They "wanked" me to the point of insanity (immigrants from UK) and I swallowed all their come, obediently, seeing no other option. They "rented" me by the hour to other older men, who loved my tight young ass, and made a damned fortune off me, one way or another. I became addicted, as time went by, and after a while was quite happy with my situation, being at the mercy of many unseen visitors, for a day at a time, often. The months turned into years, and my circle of abusers grew ever larger, until a sixty-five year-old rich guy, bought me from them, and took me home with him. so he could watch his manservant/valet put me through my paces for his enjoyment. Then this guy got bored or something, and sold me to a fat, rich Arab, and from then on I disappeared under several really severe burqa's, and was turned in to his subservient, utterly obedient wife. Then one year he just left the country, and I was free and on my own, almost having forgotten how to function! Now I really want to find SOMEONE who will duplicate all the happenings! Any takers? Just about anything goes, nowadays!



