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Thug Kid's Own My Life By Mathew Elizabeth
I let out a long sigh as I got to my apartment door. The long hours of boredom and psychological frustration I spent at my telemarketing job was not going to be payed off by a warm relaxing night at home. Instead I was a slave; a slave to my darkest sexual desires. What laid inside my apartment was my destiny from now on. I opened the door to continue the fate I had been living through the last couple of weeks.
"You're Fucking Late!" the young boy from the couch in the living room yelled out in disgust. The look of ferocious power on his adorable 12-year-old face made me tremble and think back at the intense times of my humiliating adolescence.
"I'm so sorry, Travis!" I said shaking in fear to this little boy "the traffic was terrible and it took me longer than expected to get home,"
"I don't want to hear your excuses you fucking faggot!" Travis boomed in his pre-adolescent voice. "Didn't I make that clear to your faggy ass a few weeks ago! For as long as I'm living here you never be late to cook me my food!"
12-year-old Travis Pierce was a force to be reckoned with. He was a white thug boy who listened to rap music and talked in ghetto slang. He was slim but he wore baggy clothing and wore his cap on his head backwards. I thought his wannabe ghetto attitude was so cute; but I soon learned that this boy was as good a thug as any. Even though he was white, he was the leader of a large group of 12 year old thugs who were white, black and Latino.
"Now you bend over the fucking couch and pull down your pants, I'm gonna give you such a hard whipping! You've been a bad girl, pig slut, a bad bad girl,"
I squealed like a piggy as I got into position, which made him laugh cruelly. He jumped off the couch, pulled off the belt around his jeans and grasped at it as he approached my undressing ass. My pants and undies were down to my knees and my bare ass was revealed. I still couldn't believe a 12-year-old boy bent me over the couch my mom gave to me as a going away present. "This will teach you faggot. This will teach you to be home on time to cook me some damn food!"
WHAP!
"Owww!!" I squeal
WHAPP!!
"Ooowwww!!!" I squeal harder and longer
WHAP! WHAP! WHAPP!!
I squealed to each strike this little boy delivered to me in my own apartment. I whined and oinked like a pig; wiggling my fat, red and burning adult butt to humour him. This always made Travis laugh. He would get more aggressive at this point and grind his jean-covered crotch against my bare thick ass cheeks.
"You like that faggot? This bring back memories of your daddy eh slut?" He grunted like a little wild animal as he pushed his crotch harder against my soft fat ass.
I moan and whine more to this little boys torture. That was until he turned me around and sat his cute ass in jeans on my face. He squashed his 12-year-old hienie into my face and wiggled it. He laughed and laughed as I was suffocated between this boys small round ass cheeks. He pushed the crack of his little denim butt against my mouth and added pressure, assuring little chance of escape.
"Hey faggot, got a present for yu," Travis said laughing loudly.
BRRMMP!!..
Travis let out the vilest fart right into my mouth. I gagged, as he pushed his ass down harder against my mouth. "Oh yeah come on you faggot pig, I know you like the smell of this! Oh.Oh here comes another one!"
BBBBRRRMMPP
"HAHAHAHAHA!!"
I squealed in submission as he laughed at me eating his farts. Travis looked down on me in domineering delight "I own you, you understand." 12-year-old Travis said to me "Don't you ever forget that."
As I laid there, choking on farts between my 12-year-old straight thug masters ass crack; I began to think and contemplate how this whole thing started. I should introduce myself, the name is Matthew Leyburn I'm a 25 years old homosexual who rents an apartment of his own; I work at a telemarketing company, it isn't my idea of a dream job but it pays the rent and allows me to live nice and warm in my apartment. I have a girly appearance and tend to flaunt my arms and emotions like your typical gay stereotype, maybe all the boys back at school crafted me that way, but whatever the case I was laughed at because of it; even by the boys who reminded me of my place.
I was an abused boy at school, being called 'faggot' and 'cock sucker' by all the tough thugs and athlete boys really got to me. I eventually became what they called me. Sure, if you prefer, I was born gay, but I was definitely crafted into a 'faggot' and a 'butt slut'. Definitely after that fateful incident in the gym when I was 13 years old. It was after PE, and all the boys including myself were in the showers. I was always bullied in the showers. All of us were naked, and two of the hottest and toughest boys in the class would start to push me around and get me in a headlock or wrestle to the ground, punching me and kicking me and calling me a "Dick Sucker!". The bullying eventually became so intense and power driven for the entire class of boys as they became sexually aggressive and lustful. The two boys became aggressively delirious over the power they were getting and eventually fucked me forcefully at both ends in front of the entire class in the school showers. Right then, I had choked on cock for the first time as my virgin ass was getting stretched raw by young 13-year-old athlete dick.
Anyway, one evening, three weeks ago, I was driving home from work and came across Travis for the first time. He was standing at the side of the road asking to get hitchhiked. I pulled over and unlocked the passenger door for him to enter. He looked into the door with his cold eyes and devilish grin.
"Hey how are you?" I said kindly
"Yo," he said looing at me up and down as if checking out whether it was even worth getting in the car.
"You need a ride? You local?" I said femininely
"Yeah I local," Travis replied.
He got in the car without another word, like he made the decision for the both of us. He gave me directions in a stern language and said nothing after that. We drove for about 10 minutes without a word but then I noticed he was peeking at me and looking at me mockingly. "What is it?"
"It's the way you look, the way you drive, the way you talk. Are you a faggot?" He said giggling a bit.
"Well I'm gay if that's what your asking," I said a matter of fact fully
"So you actually like to suck dick? You like to have cock up your butt?"
"Um, well yeah sometimes,"
Travis started laughing some more "Wow you're a faggot. You're an absolute faggot! I can't believe you so open bout that shit man. You should keep you mouth shut you pussy ass faggot piece of shit."
"Hey!" I said stern as a dumb blonde high school girl
"How can you call yourself a man you faggot fuck!"
"How bout I pull over and leave you on the streets!" I said yelling now
" If you do faggot ill bash the living fuck out of you! You won't be much work, you're a faggot how hard could you be?" He laughed cruelly at me.
I had this erg to hit him, however I found myself aroused by this boys dominating personality. My knees became shaky and my arms were weak. I looked into his young cruel but handsome face as he laughed and pointed to my femininity. Travis had no doubt in his mind that I would obey him; he was probably brought up in the ghetto streets where faggots (oops gays) are seen as cattle and slavery drawn by heroine from black and white pimps alike. I felt I needed to humour him in his territory and in mine.
"Yes, whatever you say," I said slowly
"There we go," Taylor said laughing at me even harder. Like the fact that I was sitting there was an amusement to him.
"You know," Travis began "I don't feel like going home yet. How about I crash at your house tonight, aye fag?"
I instantly went red and nodded my head in a scared overdramatised feeling of submission. I couldn't believe I was willing to take this boy home with me! Travis said it so cool, like he wasn't asking but telling. I eventually parked in the parking lot within the apartment complex I was living in.
We both got out of the car and travelled a flight of stairs up to apartment. I unlocked the door and he pushed me out of the way to open it and get in first. We entered and he roamed around the living room, nodding his head. Then he moved to the kitchen and nodded again. I stood there nervous as he made his way around my apartment like he owned the joint. "Hey!" he said as he returned from looking at my bedroom "Where's your hospitality? Aren't you going to offer me some food?"
"What would you like to eat?" I said kind and feminine as a waitress
He laughed a bit and said "Just serve me something hot ok,"
So I cooked this boy I hardly knew diner in my own apartment. He sat his cute little thug frame on my coach and watched my television while he waited. It took me a little over an hour but I cooked his homemade cheeseburgers and chips. I walked into the living room with the food on a tray and placed it on his lap while he watched MTV. "About fucking time," he said as he took a bit of the cheeseburger.
"Is there anything else you need?"
"Yeah," Travis said, "My feet hurt a lot, and I need a massage,"
I hesitated a little bit but I got on my knees and took off his large skater shoes. "Take off my socks as well," he said. I did; and I was revealed with the two cutest looking pair of feet I had ever seen. This boy was a god, no doubt about it, I thought. I massaged his cute little feet while he watched MTV for another 10 minutes. " Lick em," he said " I know you want to worship my feet faggot," Travis added tauntingly.
I didn't hesitate to this boy god's request. I licked the white baby skinned soles of his bare feet then I licked his toes and heels. I got low on the ground and arched my back in girly submission to this straight thug 12 year old.
"Yeah you sissy ass faggot," Travis said " You like begging on your knees, worshiping my hot feet, Don't you!"
"Yes sir!" I said, this was bringing back so much intense memories.
And with that, Travis balled up his right fist and punched me hard in the jaw.
Bammmm!!!
I tumbled over and lay unconscious on the floor at Travis's feet.
When I came to, I found myself hog-tied on my face and bare stomach wearing nothing but my white briefs. My wrists were bound to his ankles behind my back by what felt like the silk ties, which hung in my closet. There was a gag in my mouth, one of 12 year old Travis's dirty white cotton socks stretched across my open mouth and knotted behind the back of my head, forcing me to breathe through my nose. The odor of his foot sweat filled my nostrils.
I wriggled around on my belly, and managed to lift my head. I saw Travis sitting at my computer, wearing only sweats. I found myself distracted by his physique. It was a scene I could never have imagined: a shirtless 12-year- old thug boy sitting at my computer.
"Good, you awake," said Travis, turning to the helpless pussy man (me) on the floor.
I tried to speak but the gag reduced my words to inarticulate sounds. My eyes were filled with terror.
"I've been getting to know you, faggot. Mathew Leyburn, that's yo name, right? Seems like you a real freak, ain't ya, Matty?"
I fell silent. I felt totally helpless, totally vulnerable. In other words, scared shitless!
"Yeah, I been checkin out yo computer," Travis went on. "Bet you didn't think a little boy like me would know to work this shit, huh? Still, I gots to thank you for makin' it so easy, makin' yo passwords plug in automatically like that. How dumb can you be, bitch?" It dawned on me how much information Travis might have uncovered. I stared up at his captor helplessly. Travis went on to share his newfound knowledge:
"Yeah, faggot, seems like you one freaky fuck! Sup wit dat screen name: 'fagpiggy4thugs?' Dayumm, that what you lookin' for? You want a thug in yo life? I guess this gots to be yo lucky day, punk! You think I'm a thug, bitch? Am I what you lookin for?"
I wasn't prepared for this. I was trapped. Ironically, my greatest sexual fantasy was about to be fulfilled and I was afraid to embrace it. Travis wanted me (the faggot) to know that all my deepest sexual secrets had been exposed: "Seems like you've joined a bunch of clubs looking for somethin' called a cash master. You wanna explain this shit to me? Oh yahhhh, that's right, you can't talk with a sock in yo mouth, huh!!!"
Travis snickered cruelly. He couldn't help himself. I was so pathetic in his eyes! He leaned down and untied the sock that gagged my mouth. I was still helpless on my belly with my wrists tied behind my ankles behind my back.
"So, wassup with this 'cash master' shit? Start talkin'!"
I cleared my throat and explained that cash masters were men I encountered online who demanded money on a regular basis from their Internet slaves. Little Travis listened very intently. When I was done explaining, he laughed hysterically.
"There's somethin' I don't get about this shit. You tellin' me you send cash money to some motherfucker you never even met??? For what? What do you get out of it, bitch?"
I lifted my head and looked up at 12-year-old Travis, catching a glimpse of the snake under the gray cotton of his sweats. I wanted to suck on it, choke on it. I wanted to suck that thug boy cock so bad. It was like a drug I needed. I took a deep breath and confessed. "I want to be owned and controlled by young thug boys."
How often I had typed those exact words in an Instant Message or recited them into the phone to one of his remote, 18 year old, masters! He never thought I would be saying them for real to boy 6 years younger.
"Dayumm! You a little slave freak, ain't ya! Ya givin me ideas, bitch. So, you be given other brothers money and shit, huh? Yahh, we gonna change that. Word! Can you think of some other thug you need to be givin' yo money?"
"You, Sir?"
Travis simply smiled; eyes squeezed narrow like a black cat studying his prey
I continued to tell him about cash masters.
"And y'all be sendin this nigga $50 a month? The brotha got game! Dayumm!"
"What are you going to do to me?" I whimpered.
Travis sneered at the helpless, humiliated fag on the floor. "That all depends on you," he replied. "Seems to me you been looking for a cash master. Looks like you found the real thang, yo!"
Travis reached over to the desk and withdrew from the faggot's wallet a handful of twenties and two credit cards.
"Tell you what, faggot," said Travis "I'm not gonna hurt you. You cool wit me, see? You think it's yo place to worship brothas, so I'm gonna be the thug boy you looking for, aiiiiight? Yahhhh, this is how it's gonna be. I'm movin' in. Yo crib belongs to me now, understand?. You can go to work everyday, but when you git yo ass home, you gonna fix my dinner without me havin' to tell you, and when you get paid, you're handin' over yo paycheck to me! Got that, bitch?"
For a moment, I didn't know what to say. This was actually what he had always wanted, deep in the heart of my perverted fag fantasies, but now that it was becoming a reality; I realized how much he had to lose. I was under the heel of a tough, clever, street- wise thug boy who had barely hit puberty, who wouldn't hesitate to take whatever he wanted. It was a terrifying situation even though I really had a choice
Slowly, hesitantly, I surrendered. "Yes, Sir, I understand."
"I like how you call me SIR, bitch."
"Yes, SIR,"I said.
"Cool, I like that," decided Travis. "From now on that's how you talk to me!"
"Yes, SIR."
"Aiiiight," grinned Reese. "That's what I wanna hear, bitch! Do you gots to work tomorrow?"
"Yes, SIR," I said again.
"You got yo alarm set?"
"Yes, SIR." Again and again.
"Aiiiight, I'm sleepin' in your bedroom! You can sleep right where you are. I'm leavin' yo ass tied the fuck up 'cause I don't want you playin' wit yo self." Laughing to himself, Travis turned off the computer and retired to my bedroom, leaving me face down, hogtied, on the living room floor. I rolled onto my side and was a little more comfortable. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I heard Travis rummaging through my bedroom, opening dresser drawers, and going through the closet.
The TV in the bedroom came on. 12-year-old Travis watched "Celebrity Crib", "Date My Mom" on MTV and some basketball game afterwards. An hour later, the TV went off and the light went out. Not long after that, I heard Travis snoring lightly. I wondered if Travis was still wearing those sweatpants or was he naked? I should have been concerned about my own precarious situation, but at the moment all I could think about was the little thug sleeping in my bed. That's the kind of faggot I was. My little fag cock was stiff, but hogtied as I was there with nothing I could do about it except grind against the floor.
Over the course of the last few weeks I have been 12-year- old Travis's pig bitch. I would try my best to cook him breakfast and diner on time. He would reward me by smacking me on the ass, laughing at me and calling me a faggot some more. My money was his and he spent it on food, skating equipment and video games for him and his friends. A few of his friends would come over and join Travis in humiliating and calling me names as I served and worshiped them.
Travis eventually made me suck his and a few of his friends dick. It was so overwhelming sucking on these 12 year old thug dicks. One of his friends that came over was actually black and dicked my mouth until I choked. He convinced Travis that I had a nice fat ass pussy that needed a fucking. Travis eventually listened and fucked my ass a few days ago. I squealed and submitted my 25- year-old thick ass to his powerful 12-year-old cock. Travis laughed at me as I squealed in submission under him. The bed rocked as rap music filled my ears from the lounge room.
But now back to the present, as I sucked on Travis's farts from his ass I could hear laughing from the hallway. There stood 9 or 10 cute looking 12-year-old thug boys laughing and pointing as Travis sat on my face, humiliating me. Travis grabbed me by the hair laughing too and forced me to lie on my stomach with my bare fat ass up in the air. My bare ass faced the group of thug boys who laughed, pointed and rubbed the crotch area of their pants in lustful excitement.
"Come on out my brotha's! This faggots ass is ripe for the taking!"
All the 12-year-old thug boys approached me and stripped, staring at my big pale bottom. I spread my butt cheeks to show them my snug pink, hairless asshole. Travis and his friends surrounded me and laughed before all them fucked me brutally in my apartment. I squealed and whined in overwhelming lust. "Wow," one of Travis's Latino friends said. 'What a cock pig!"
Nevertheless, thug kids own my life.
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Boy dominating Man/Boy
Str8 Thug Boys dominating Fags
Young Boys obsession with milfs
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