Wasn't that fun?" "Do the words 'pathetic lyre-playing dickwad jerking on his cocklet' ring a bell?" Oh you're not still sulking about that, are you? ... I'm not sulking." Pouting provocatively then? Would you like a little kissy to make it all better?" Fuck off. I'm not playing. That's it. End of." Oh that's a shame. Especially since I've made some special arrangements. I guess we'll just have to do it without you. It's not as if you're actually essential to the storyline, I just thought you. ? ?It is atest outfit, we have to try out. The government are trying to find new groupsof people they can enrolee in the pony cart service. Prison time is waist oftime for the convicts and waste of money for the state. Let?s gets the bridleand hook you up to the walker. I would interview you and fill out those formsafter the training.? ?Tomorrowit is your turn to try the outfit. Don?t look forward to it.? Three hourslater Ahmed walked back to the changing room supported by Ann. It had been. Es war gleichzeitig Himmel und Hölle. Das Essen war fertig und ich stellte alles auf den Tisch und wir redeten einwenig über belangloses Zeug, aber ich sah wie mich die beiden musterten und es kribbelte jedes Mal wenn sich unsere Blicke trafen. Als wir aufgegessen hatten stellte ich alles in die Spülmaschine und die beiden beobachteten mich dabei und ich spürte ihre Blicke förmlich auf meinem Körper. Besonders die Blicke meines Bruders wunderten mich, warum schaute er mich so an als ob ich ein. They backed me into a quiet corner and beat my arm until it was numb. The next day they did the same to my leg. Passing me in the corridor, Nick punched me square in the stomach and left me on the floor. Day after day the four friends would catch me and attack me, punching me in the arms, legs, stomach and generally escalating to harder and worse beatings. Always I was made to repeat the mantra “I’m gay and I love to suck cock”. Through all this, Simon never touched me. On about the 7th or 8th.