Any similarities between people living or dead is purely coincidental. No a****ls were harmed in the writing of this story. When I was a young c***d... I was teased a lot. I was a boy, but I looked more like a girl, and even acted quite feminine. The older girls would use me as a dress-up doll, and the older boys would beat me. My b****r, though, would often come to my rescue, even if it meant that he took a worse beating than I did. I loved my b****r very much. While we were young, my b****r. I was helping Rose refill a few ice chests when she walked up on us. “Okay Rose, why the fuck are you keeping this fine young man all to yourself?”, the redheaded woman asked. “I’m sorry Toni. Jace this is Toni Martin from around the corner. Toni this is Jace Johnson, he lives across the street. He bought Martin’s house.”, she said. “Nice to meet you Ms. Toni.”, I said, shaking her hand.“Ms. Toni……… I’m not that old Jace. I can still fuck like an eighteen-year-old. What about you?”, she. Karen came, and then after another moment, she came again. The orgasms washed over her, each individual and brief, assaulting her at a quick clip. There was no life left in her body as she hung in the bonds. Only her breathing and moaning showed that she was still conscious between orgasms. “Karen,” Ben whispered into her ear. “You’re a cock whore, Karen. You’re a naughty tramp who must be punished, and I’m going to punish you.” With that promise, Ben slapped Karen’s ass, cupping his hand to. Show up at lunch and we'll see what happens."The rest of the walk to the campus passed peacefully, if noisily. Wendy and Irene were apparently completely enthralled with tales of clothing and cooking. I heard Wendy providing details of the weekend meals my father had churned out, and then surprising Irene by telling her that I had helped in the preparation. Irene clearly was of the opinion that men cannot cook. Eddie and I spoke a bit about our victory against Central, but that quickly turned.