“Yeah?”“Don’t… take this as an insult or anything. It’s just stuff I hear, but…” He took a small swallow as he walked up to me. “Are...you gay?”My heart pounded. I was dead scared of this moment. I replayed almost ever conversation I had with every other male I had in this school. “You gay?” “Yeah.” “Why?” “Why are you straight?” “Girls are so much hotter then guys! Why the hell would you want to be gay, you fag?” And then they were never to talk to me again. I didn’t know what to say. My voice. I want to make you back into a useful member of society. Tell me everything you remember about yourself." I'm 16 years old," I said. My voice was familiar, high-pitched. "My name ... is..." You don't need to remember that," he told me. "You're mine now. You have no name." Huh?" I hadn't yet grasped the man's true intentions. My senses were still kind of foggy, I was worrying myself over my own mental state, and I didn't know whether he was playing a joke on me."Continue. What else do you. "If he does, he has to wear shorts and knee socks." We laughed until we were weak.Finally, she said, "Abraham Dear, take me to our room. I want to lie in your arms again tonight." We went into the bedroom and changed into sleeping togs, boxers for me and silken boy shorts and a silky tee shirt for Dollars. We curled up together in the bed and were soon asleep.Monday dawned gloriously though was actually overcast and rainy. I didn't care. My joy couldn't be dampened by weather. I lay in the bed. After years of not being that great at getting girls, although occasionally I got lucky or had girlfriends, I was still an extremely horny guy who loved everything about women.In my 20s my love for porn brought me to sleazy places like porn theaters and video booths. I loved to masturbate and watch the girls on the screen do such sexy things, especially gangbangs. I would usually draw attention from at least one guy, often many. I wasn't interested in the men sexually, but I would masturbate.