>

> He sits naked in a chair. His youthful smooth body looks angelic in the

bright filming lights. But his face has a cruelty to it that is unmistakable.

He is an ex-con and not yet twenty. There is a sneer to his lip, a nasty

glint to his eye that says he has had experiencing fag bashing. The

cameras roll, and he sits there calmly waiting for me as I drop to the floor

and begin to crawl toward him. I keep my eyes on his enormous flaccid

dick and his huge shaved nuts. His nuts are not only egg sized, but hang

really low in a very ample bag which is smooth and shaved. The dick is

uncircumcised but a bit of the cockhead peeks out from the center of the

helmet of fucksheath. The balls hang just enough off the edge of the chair

to make me drool just looking at them.

> Mr. Black sits in a canvas folding chair marked Director. He sips a

martini and plays with the naked dick and balls of a thirteen year old black

boy while he watches the filming.

> The boy in the chair is named Billy. He is a white trash thug that Mr.

Black kept out of prison to make underground porno films. This is one of

those films. Billy is not happy. He is straight and wants to make fuck films

involving him busting the cherry of young white girls. He wants to brutally

rape pre-teen girls in the ass and cunt and mouth. That will give you some

idea of the kind of person he is. And instead, a middle aged faggot crawls

naked toward him.

> Me? I am the middle aged faggot. Why am I doing this? Not because

Mr. Black is forcing me to. Not because I have been blackmailed into

ruining my life by groveling before a what trash teenage thug. No. I am

crawling naked toward my destiny because I am a submissive pervert. I am

a scum sucking lonely middle-aged nerd who has fantasized all his life

about making love to a beautiful muscular young stud who would treat me

like shit. Don't ask me where my sexual taste came from. I have no idea. I

have always wanted to crawl before nasty rough straight boys. In grade

school, I knew I was different. I would idolize the mean tough kids. I would

try to hang with them, and they beat me up and made fun of me. It only

turned me on more. My father was a dirty sweaty beer drinking trucker who

cheated on my mother and physically and sexually abused her. And I

somehow idolized him too. I would hide in the closet just so I could get a

peek at his thick swinging dick as he stripped down to fuck my mother.

And when his fuckmeat got hard, I would play with my little pee pee and

asshole and dream it was me he was abusing. You might say I was in love

with my father's dicks. While other boys were dreaming of dating girls

around the time of eighth grade, I was dreaming of my own fathers penis!

> When he was passed out drunk, I would crawl up to the couch and

gently lift the leg of his dirty boxer shorts so I could look at his flaccid dick

> He sits naked in a chair. His youthful smooth body looks angelic in the

bright filming lights. But his face has a cruelty to it that is unmistakable.

He is an ex-con and not yet twenty. There is a sneer to his lip, a nasty

glint to his eye that says he has had experiencing fag bashing. The

cameras roll, and he sits there calmly waiting for me as I drop to the floor

and begin to crawl toward him. I keep my eyes on his enormous flaccid

dick and his huge shaved nuts. His nuts are not only egg sized, but hang

really low in a very ample bag which is smooth and shaved. The dick is

uncircumcised but a bit of the cockhead peeks out from the center of the

helmet of fucksheath. The balls hang just enough off the edge of the chair

to make me drool just looking at them.

> Mr. Black sits in a canvas folding chair marked Director. He sips a

martini and plays with the naked dick and balls of a thirteen year old black

boy while he watches the filming.

> The boy in the chair is named Billy. He is a white trash thug that Mr.

Black kept out of prison to make underground porno films. This is one of

those films. Billy is not happy. He is straight and wants to make fuck films

involving him busting the cherry of young white girls. He wants to brutally

rape pre-teen girls in the ass and cunt and mouth. That will give you some

idea of the kind of person he is. And instead, a middle aged faggot crawls

naked toward him.

> Me? I am the middle aged faggot. Why am I doing this? Not because

Mr. Black is forcing me to. Not because I have been blackmailed into

ruining my life by groveling before a what trash teenage thug. No. I am

crawling naked toward my destiny because I am a submissive pervert. I am

a scum sucking lonely middle-aged nerd who has fantasized all his life

about making love to a beautiful muscular young stud who would treat me

like shit. Don't ask me where my sexual taste came from. I have no idea. I

have always wanted to crawl before nasty rough straight boys. In grade

school, I knew I was different. I would idolize the mean tough kids. I would

try to hang with them, and they beat me up and made fun of me. It only

turned me on more. My father was a dirty sweaty beer drinking trucker who

cheated on my mother and physically and sexually abused her. And I

somehow idolized him too. I would hide in the closet just so I could get a

peek at his thick swinging dick as he stripped down to fuck my mother.

And when his fuckmeat got hard, I would play with my little pee pee and

asshole and dream it was me he was abusing. You might say I was in love

with my father's dicks. While other boys were dreaming of dating girls

around the time of eighth grade, I was dreaming of my own fathers penis!

> When he was passed out drunk, I would crawl up to the couch and

gently lift the leg of his dirty boxer shorts so I could look at his flaccid dick

and balls. By ninth grade I was sucking on my father's dirty underpants.

And sometimes I would really score. After he fucked my mother almost

senseless, he would simply throw the used rubber into a corner. Ma would

drink herself to sleep too, and then I would sneak in and pick up the dirty

condom and suck my father's fuckslop out of it. It wasn't until years later

that I realized I was eating my own potential brothers and sisters. By the

time I was fifteen, it reached it's lowest point. By then, my father was

calling me Sissyboy and Faggot. He asked me almost every week if I was

getting any pussy, and when I told him no, he would make fun of me, and

even slap me around a little.

> I had no interest in dating girls. I would have died to be able to date

Tommy Fredricks, the captain of the football team. But he was fucking

some freshman girl, and I was almost always alone. When I was sixteen,

my father died in a trucking accident, and I crawled into a little shell. Most

of my sex life was in my head. I masturbated dreaming about all kinds of

partners, but never really had any. In college I had a few disastrous sexual

affairs. The guys were always too gentle or too bland or too faggy. I didn't

want a lover who was like me. Christ, I didn't even like myself.

> Mr. Black gave me the chance to change all of that. I read stories

about Mr. Black, accounts of his adventures as set down by a friend of his,

an author named dale10. Then, at a

> bar in London, I had by some great good fortune, a chance to meet

dale10, and we became sort of friends. I say sort of, because he really had

little interest in me, while I was all over him and desperately wanted him for

a friend. I knew he might be a link to the kind of sex I was too chicken to

pursue in real life. And dale10 came through. Not only did I get to meet Mr.

Black, which was the most exciting moment of my life, but he made it

possible for me to fulfill my lifelong fantasy. I was going to be a movie star!

> And so now, while the cameras recorded all that happened, I crawled

naked across the floor toward Billy. The look of utter contempt in his eyes

started me breathing more heavily. I remembered what I had read in

dale10's stories, so I arched my back the best I could, stuck my ass up in

the air, and spread my legs so my balls swung as I crawled. Not that

anyone would be interested in me or my body. Three guys filmed the

action from different angle. Three more friends of Mr. Black's watched the

filming.

> I reached Billy and looked up at him.

> "Billy you are a god. Please let me worship you!" I said.

> "Fucking shit-hole faggot." he said, and he spat in my face. His spit

was thick and heavy and it ran down my forehead, over my nose and onto

my lips. The cameras zoomed in for a close-up. I opened up my mouth.

"Please, please, Sir, spit in my dirty faggot mouth." I had been rehearsing

for this moment all my life.

And sometimes I would really score. After he fucked my mother almost

senseless, he would simply throw the used rubber into a corner. Ma would

drink herself to sleep too, and then I would sneak in and pick up the dirty

condom and suck my father's fuckslop out of it. It wasn't until years later

that I realized I was eating my own potential brothers and sisters. By the

time I was fifteen, it reached it's lowest point. By then, my father was

calling me Sissyboy and Faggot. He asked me almost every week if I was

getting any pussy, and when I told him no, he would make fun of me, and

even slap me around a little.

> I had no interest in dating girls. I would have died to be able to date

Tommy Fredricks, the captain of the football team. But he was fucking

some freshman girl, and I was almost always alone. When I was sixteen,

my father died in a trucking accident, and I crawled into a little shell. Most

of my sex life was in my head. I masturbated dreaming about all kinds of

partners, but never really had any. In college I had a few disastrous sexual

affairs. The guys were always too gentle or too bland or too faggy. I didn't

want a lover who was like me. Christ, I didn't even like myself.

> Mr. Black gave me the chance to change all of that. I read stories

about Mr. Black, accounts of his adventures as set down by a friend of his,

an author named dale10. Then, at a

> bar in London, I had by some great good fortune, a chance to meet

dale10, and we became sort of friends. I say sort of, because he really had

little interest in me, while I was all over him and desperately wanted him for

a friend. I knew he might be a link to the kind of sex I was too chicken to

pursue in real life. And dale10 came through. Not only did I get to meet Mr.

Black, which was the most exciting moment of my life, but he made it

possible for me to fulfill my lifelong fantasy. I was going to be a movie star!

> And so now, while the cameras recorded all that happened, I crawled

naked across the floor toward Billy. The look of utter contempt in his eyes

started me breathing more heavily. I remembered what I had read in

dale10's stories, so I arched my back the best I could, stuck my ass up in

the air, and spread my legs so my balls swung as I crawled. Not that

anyone would be interested in me or my body. Three guys filmed the

action from different angle. Three more friends of Mr. Black's watched the

filming.

> I reached Billy and looked up at him.

> "Billy you are a god. Please let me worship you!" I said.

> "Fucking shit-hole faggot." he said, and he spat in my face. His spit

was thick and heavy and it ran down my forehead, over my nose and onto

my lips. The cameras zoomed in for a close-up. I opened up my mouth.

"Please, please, Sir, spit in my dirty faggot mouth." I had been rehearsing

for this moment all my life.

> "You fucking homo, you gotta earn it. You gotta earn my fucking

spit!"

> I did. It was true. Billy's spit was more precious than anything I had

ever had in my useless mouth. What made me think I could just have his

wonderful delicious young thug spit?

> "May I please worship your feet and toes, Sir?" I begged, swinging

my dick and balls for the camera.

> "Jesus, how fucking disgusting. Yeah, go ahead." Billy wasn't much

of an actor.

> I put my face down to the floor and his large sweaty feet. I gently lick

the top of each foot and then in between the toes. Then I picked up each

foot carefully and sucked lovingly on the big toe. Oh God! His big toes

were like cocks. Better than any cocks I had sucked before. This young

man was perfect in every sense of the word. While I sucked his big toes, I

kept looking at his six inch still flaccid prick and his huge balls. If it was

six inches flaccid, how large would it be hard? And what would it taste like

under his thick foreskin? Using his foot, he forced me down onto my back

on the floor, and then he stuck the big toes of both feet into my mouth at

the same time, stretching my mouth.

> "We gotta stretch your holes so you can take my humongous

fuckmeat." he laughed.

> Oh yes, yes...Billy intended to fuck me. He was really going to fuck

me. I would be Billy's faggot date. His fucking faggot bride. Next Billy tried

to shove one whole foot into my mouth. I gagged terribly and he kicked me

in the balls with the other foot and told me to behave. After a bit he pulled

out and told me to kneel between his legs.

> His belly was tight and his pecs were hard, but were capped with

quite large nipples. Nipples that looked positively juicy. His torso had the

perfect V shape, and I got glimpses of the thick patches of hair under his

armpits. I would give anything to be his lover, to worship his body every

day, all day.

> "Lick my balls, Faggot." he said and spread his legs wider. I dove in. I

not only licked each ball, but I lifted it and weighed it on my tongue. I

sucked gently on the fucksack, and I went down under it to get the area

between sack and asshole. I said to myself, "IF I DIE NOW, I CAN DIE

HAPPY, BECAUSE I HAVE HAD THIS EXPERIENCE." He pushed his

ass forward in the chair so I could get at his asshole with my tongue. It

was warm and moist, the perfect straight stud asshole. I sucked on the

hair around the asshole and fucked my tongue in and out of the rosebud, I

could taste and smell ass. But it was Billy's straight stud thug ass, and it

was wonderful. I know how repulsive ass taste and smell can be, but when

it is a man-god like Billy, it becomes the most wonderful thing on earth.

Mr. Black nodded and Billy raised his legs and spread them and farted in

"You fucking homo, you gotta earn it. You gotta earn my fucking

spit!"

> I did. It was true. Billy's spit was more precious than anything I had

ever had in my useless mouth. What made me think I could just have his

wonderful delicious young thug spit?

> "May I please worship your feet and toes, Sir?" I begged, swinging

my dick and balls for the camera.

> "Jesus, how fucking disgusting. Yeah, go ahead." Billy wasn't much

of an actor.

> I put my face down to the floor and his large sweaty feet. I gently lick

the top of each foot and then in between the toes. Then I picked up each

foot carefully and sucked lovingly on the big toe. Oh God! His big toes

were like cocks. Better than any cocks I had sucked before. This young

man was perfect in every sense of the word. While I sucked his big toes, I

kept looking at his six inch still flaccid prick and his huge balls. If it was

six inches flaccid, how large would it be hard? And what would it taste like

under his thick foreskin? Using his foot, he forced me down onto my back

on the floor, and then he stuck the big toes of both feet into my mouth at

the same time, stretching my mouth.

> "We gotta stretch your holes so you can take my humongous

fuckmeat." he laughed.

> Oh yes, yes...Billy intended to fuck me. He was really going to fuck

me. I would be Billy's faggot date. His fucking faggot bride. Next Billy tried

to shove one whole foot into my mouth. I gagged terribly and he kicked me

in the balls with the other foot and told me to behave. After a bit he pulled

out and told me to kneel between his legs.

> His belly was tight and his pecs were hard, but were capped with

quite large nipples. Nipples that looked positively juicy. His torso had the

perfect V shape, and I got glimpses of the thick patches of hair under his

armpits. I would give anything to be his lover, to worship his body every

day, all day.

> "Lick my balls, Faggot." he said and spread his legs wider. I dove in. I

not only licked each ball, but I lifted it and weighed it on my tongue. I

sucked gently on the fucksack, and I went down under it to get the area

between sack and asshole. I said to myself, "IF I DIE NOW, I CAN DIE

HAPPY, BECAUSE I HAVE HAD THIS EXPERIENCE." He pushed his

ass forward in the chair so I could get at his asshole with my tongue. It

was warm and moist, the perfect straight stud asshole. I sucked on the

hair around the asshole and fucked my tongue in and out of the rosebud, I

could taste and smell ass. But it was Billy's straight stud thug ass, and it

was wonderful. I know how repulsive ass taste and smell can be, but when

it is a man-god like Billy, it becomes the most wonderful thing on earth.

Mr. Black nodded and Billy raised his legs and spread them and farted in

my face. The crew laughed. He farted again. I almost passed out from the

heady smell. I plunged my face in deeper and flicked my tongue around

the asshole and then once again into it.

> "Jesus Christ, will you look at this fucking depraved Cunt!" Billy said

laughing. "Eat that ass! Eat that ass, you fucking homo, ass-sucking

piece of shit." My spit and Billy's ass juices added to the flavor and the

smell. Then he abruptly pulled me out of his ass. He took my face in both

of his large rough hands. He leaned down and ordered me to open my

mouth. I did of course. I stared into his beautiful eyes. He leaned in closer

and blew his nose right into my mouth.

> "Show the camera, " came Mr. Black's voice from the far end of the

room. I turned my head toward one of the cameras and showed them the

buggers and snot coating my tongue and clogging my throat. "Gargle his

snot."

> I gargle the snot. There wasn't enough, and Billy kindly obliged with

another nose-full. Then I was ordered to swallow the snot and buggers.

> "Lick under my foreskin. I haven't washed it in a couple of days." I

dove for the tasty treat. It was full of head cheese. The smell was

overpowering. The taste even more so. I dug my tongue under the dick

skin, trying to clean it. The thugs fucker began to grow. I could feel preheady smell. I plunged my face in deeper and flicked my tongue around

the asshole and then once again into it.

> "Jesus Christ, will you look at this fucking depraved Cunt!" Billy said

laughing. "Eat that ass! Eat that ass, you fucking homo, ass-sucking

piece of shit." My spit and Billy's ass juices added to the flavor and the

smell. Then he abruptly pulled me out of his ass. He took my face in both

of his large rough hands. He leaned down and ordered me to open my

mouth. I did of course. I stared into his beautiful eyes. He leaned in closer

and blew his nose right into my mouth.

> "Show the camera, " came Mr. Black's voice from the far end of the

room. I turned my head toward one of the cameras and showed them the

buggers and snot coating my tongue and clogging my throat. "Gargle his

snot."

> I gargle the snot. There wasn't enough, and Billy kindly obliged with

another nose-full. Then I was ordered to swallow the snot and buggers.

> "Lick under my foreskin. I haven't washed it in a couple of days." I

dove for the tasty treat. It was full of head cheese. The smell was

overpowering. The taste even more so. I dug my tongue under the dick

skin, trying to clean it. The thugs fucker began to grow. I could feel prefuck

coming out of his pisshole onto my lips. The dick got thicker and

longer. My own cock was painfully erect. I was embarrassed at how small

it is compared to a huge hunk of stud fuckmeat like Billy's. But Billy is a

young stud in the full bloom of manhood, and I am a pathetic faggot dick

licking ass sucker.

> Billy has the most beautiful dick I ever saw. The most beautiful! And

the taste was Heaven. I have never tasted anything like it, and I will never

again. I still dream about the smell and taste of his dick. When his cock

was up to eight and half inches, he started to slap my face with it. Have

you ever been dick-slapped? It was wonderful. Streaks of pre-fuck covered

my nose and mouth. He rubbed his dickhead into my eyes and up against

my nostrils. I inhaled dick slime. I lost my head a bit, trying to get the

cockhead into my mouth. It was a big fat cockhead. And the pisshole was

wide and leaked almost continually. How cold a young man, a boy really,

be that fucking magnificent? He slapped me away from his dick and raised

his arms.

> "Get on my stinking pits." I crawled up to my feet, careful not to touch

his body. Then I leaned in and licked at his wet, aromatic armpits. I

sucked on the pit hair. He was obviously the kind of thug who never used

deodorant. I thought for a moment that my dick would shoot off just from

my pit licking. I had never had such wonderful sex.

> Then Billy stood , and the cameras backed up to see his gorgeous body

in all it's glory. The dick was now almost nine inches long.

> He grabbed me and spun me around and bent me over from the waist.

I put my hands down onto the seat of the chair on which he had been

sitting. I could smell his body and his ass especially on the chair seat. He

spread the cheeks of my ass and as hard as he could he rammed his dick

up my ass. My scream filled the room. I had only been fucked a few times

before in my sheltered life, and never by a dick of this proportions.

> "Take it, Shit-hole." He rammed me balls deep. All nine inches up my

faggot cunt. He fucked me as hard and deep as he could. I was sobbing

with pain and ecstasy. I could hardly breath. I felt as if my guts were being

ripped apart. He would pull out until only his massive dickhead was still in,

and then pull my hips back so I was totally impaled once again on the

dick.

> "It's too big!" i screamed at one point. But it wasn't. It was just right.

It was just what I deserved. What I needed. Then he pulled totally out of

my hole, which I could feel gaping like a whore's cunt. Then he spun me

around and shoved his dick into my mouth. Well, down my throat actually.

He grabbed my ears and fucked my face brutally. Then back into my ass,

and then back once again into my mouth. I was totally in love with Billy.

He was the love of my life. I wanted to be treated by him like this every

day. I wanted to be fucked to death. But why would he bother with a loser

like me? Why would he care about me, when he had willing young chicks

to fuck and abuse. I had heard from Mr. Black before the filming that Billy

was the kind of ruffian who fucked three or four times a day, every day. His

life was totally built around fucking, and he loved to rape little girls. Why

couldn't I be a little girl, continually raped by this huge dick. Raped over

and over again until my little cunt was totally destroyed. I WANT AND I

NEED BILLY'S DICK.

> He pulled out of my mouth and shot a huge load of cum all over my

face. I cried because I wanted it in my mouth and down my throat. Instead

it spattered my face like oatmeal. His cum was amazingly thick. One,

Two, Three, Four, Five, giant spurts of fucksnot. It dripped from my chin

and ran down my chest. I tried to scoop it up and lick it, but he slapped

my hands away. "You gotta earn my fuck, you Twat faced hole." Then he

pulled back one hand, made a fist and smashed me right in the face. I fell

back, blood spurting from my nose and mixing with the cum. My vision

went blurry. Billy squatted down and wiped his leaking dick in my hair.

He grabbed me and spun me around and bent me over from the waist.

I put my hands down onto the seat of the chair on which he had been

sitting. I could smell his body and his ass especially on the chair seat. He

spread the cheeks of my ass and as hard as he could he rammed his dick

up my ass. My scream filled the room. I had only been fucked a few times

before in my sheltered life, and never by a dick of this proportions.

> "Take it, Shit-hole." He rammed me balls deep. All nine inches up my

faggot cunt. He fucked me as hard and deep as he could. I was sobbing

with pain and ecstasy. I could hardly breath. I felt as if my guts were being

ripped apart. He would pull out until only his massive dickhead was still in,

and then pull my hips back so I was totally impaled once again on the

dick.

> "It's too big!" i screamed at one point. But it wasn't. It was just right.

It was just what I deserved. What I needed. Then he pulled totally out of

my hole, which I could feel gaping like a whore's cunt. Then he spun me

around and shoved his dick into my mouth. Well, down my throat actually.

He grabbed my ears and fucked my face brutally. Then back into my ass,

and then back once again into my mouth. I was totally in love with Billy.

He was the love of my life. I wanted to be treated by him like this every

day. I wanted to be fucked to death. But why would he bother with a loser

like me? Why would he care about me, when he had willing young chicks

to fuck and abuse. I had heard from Mr. Black before the filming that Billy

was the kind of ruffian who fucked three or four times a day, every day. His

life was totally built around fucking, and he loved to rape little girls. Why

couldn't I be a little girl, continually raped by this huge dick. Raped over

and over again until my little cunt was totally destroyed. I WANT AND I

NEED BILLY'S DICK.

> He pulled out of my mouth and shot a huge load of cum all over my

face. I cried because I wanted it in my mouth and down my throat. Instead

it spattered my face like oatmeal. His cum was amazingly thick. One,

Two, Three, Four, Five, giant spurts of fucksnot. It dripped from my chin

and ran down my chest. I tried to scoop it up and lick it, but he slapped

my hands away. "You gotta earn my fuck, you Twat faced hole." Then he

pulled back one hand, made a fist and smashed me right in the face. I fell

back, blood spurting from my nose and mixing with the cum. My vision

went blurry. Billy squatted down and wiped his leaking dick in my hair.

Then he shifted so he was squatting right over my face. His dick, still half

hard, rested in the cum and blood on my face. I was crying pretty hard.

He laughed, grunted and unleashed a torrent of hot piss into my face. I

didn't know if I was allowed, but I opened my mouth to catch as much of

the golden elixir as I could. I wanted to be Billy's toilet. Imagine living like a

toilet for a boy like him. Cleaning his dick with my mouth after he fucked

girls. Drinking his piss. He would never have to get out of bed at night to

take a piss. I would be there to gratefully slurp it down.

> His piss was wonderfully delicious. I don't know if it was something he

had eaten, or if his piss was just always this good. I watched his balls

move in their heavy sack as he pissed.

> He is a total male-animal. A total male in every way. I cried for joy now

that I was receiving Billy's attention. He stood still spraying me with piss,

turned and with one foot kicked me hard in the nuts. Pain blinded me. Pain

and love. My body curled into a little ball, and Billy from somewhere got a

baseball bat. He flipped me over, spread my ass cheeks and rammed the

baseball bat up my asscunt. This was not to be one of those namby.

> His piss was wonderfully delicious. I don't know if it was something he

had eaten, or if his piss was just always this good. I watched his balls

move in their heavy sack as he pissed.

> He is a total male-animal. A total male in every way. I cried for joy now

that I was receiving Billy's attention. He stood still spraying me with piss,

turned and with one foot kicked me hard in the nuts. Pain blinded me. Pain

and love. My body curled into a little ball, and Billy from somewhere got a

baseball bat. He flipped me over, spread my ass cheeks and rammed the

baseball bat up my asscunt. This was not to be one of those nambypamby

mainstream fake SM films. Oh no, Billy fucked my ass as hard as

he could with the bat, until blood ran out of my ass as well as my nose.

Then, leaving the bat twelve inches up my ass, he ordered me to crawl

around the room again. Of course I did it for him. I would do anything for

him. The pain was mind-numbing. Piss and cum and blood ran off of me.

Billy got on my back and rode me around the room. He kicked me in the

balls and stomach as I crawled. My stomach churned and ached. My

asshole felt ripped open. My dick was throbbing.

> "Come on, horsey. Come on you fucking jackass!" He kicked and I

crawled. He is so wonderful, his young dick got rock hard again almost at

once. I could feel it thumping on my back.

> Then Billy climbed off and kicked me again. I rolled over. I saw that Billy

had a cigarette in his right hand. A lit cigarette. He knelt down and held the

cigarette to one of my nipples.

> " I love you!" I shouted through the pain as he burned both my nipples

and then my dickhead. He rose and kicked the baseball bat deeper up my

ruptured cunt.

> He knelt down next to my head and started to batter my face with his

fist. He broke my nose this time, and also broke several teeth. It would

make my cocksucking better. I would nver get my nose or teeth fixed. I

would carry these wounds as a badge and memory of my love affair with

Billy. Next, he forced my bloody mouth open and told me to stay like that.

Of course I obeyed. Then he squatted over my face and grunted and a

huge turd squeezed out of his ass into my mouth.

> I started to chew his shit and swallow. It had a bitter taste. I could no

longer smell. I could see a second long thick shit log coming my way, so I

swallowed as fast as I could. I had never eaten shit. NEVER. But Billy was

totally in charge. If I belonged to him, I would willingly eat his shit every

day. He was that wonderful. If you met him, you would agree to do

anything for him too. Or perhaps you wouldn't . Perhaps it is because I am

a fucking faggot.

> Billy stood up, shit running down his muscular legs, ripped the bat

from my asshole and started to batter my body with it. I felt my right arm

break. then my left. I chewed and swallowed shit. I had to do a good job.

> Mr. Black had told me that if I did a really good job on this film, that

after I got out of the hospital, he might consider letting me make another

with Billy. I live for that day.

> Mr. Black had told me that if I did a really good job on this film, that

after I got out of the hospital, he might consider letting me make another

with Billy. I live for that day.