His stifled shout told me he landed on something other than the floor. Well, I was never known for cleaning my room much anyway. Ok, calm down, Jim, l...mme have a look! Ack! It stings like crazy! Careful, dont touch it! Whoa, thats jammed in there good. Hold your breath, Ill have to take it out. Gah!! Another stifled scream later I showed him what I had just pulled from his left buttcheek. It was a tack tinged with a little blood. The pointy end went through both his pjs and underwear, and. I try to resist, not wanting to be taken outside naked and crawling but the chain digs into my throat and he doesn't stop to see why I hesitate. The concrete sc****s at my knees as we step out onto the sidewalk. I curl a bit into myself in modesty as I look about to see if anyone is around. Fortunately, there doesn't appear to be anyone but the cars passing by on the highway, likely too quick to get a good view.The sidewalk leads out into the strip of a parking lot for the motel where there are. There I was an eighteen year old white kid who had been sexually abused since he was fifteen. I had no passport, no papers, no money. And I couldn't go to the police. Mr. Black thinks of everything. They got me hooked on other drugs than just viagra. They also warped my mind so that I was addicted to cock! that's right. I needed dick in my mouth and up my ass. If I didn't get it, I went nuts. At eighteen, I had been turned into a dick needing fucked up pervert. They also got me to want to fuck. My hands fall to your waist and stroke upwards in long, slow, gentle touchs. My fingers tease the curves of your breasts for a moment before travelling southwards towards your hips. But you long for my touch on your bare skin and your clothes begin to feel as if they’re holding you back – restraining you and preventing you from enjoying the experience to it’s full. So when I pull your top over your head and discard it to the side you welcome the feel of the air against your flesh. When my.