'We might want to get at you!'There was just time for a quick drink at the Rose and Crown. Even though it was quite early, the pub was already crowded...with servicemen and their wives and girlfriends, and I fought my way to the bar to get us all a drink, and then we found a spot against the wall. We had to stand very close together, and because of the noise conversation was difficult, but the two women whispered and giggled to each other. I was holding my pint mug of beer to my chest, and when. I got up onto my knees and he grabbed me by the hair. "You're a slutty little lady boy, aren't you?" I could feel my cock getting even harder. He slapped my face with his penis and yelled at me, pulling harder on my hair. I blurted out "Yes! I'm a slutty little lady boy!" "You're my little bitch boy, aren't you?" I tried to raise up but he pushed me back down by my shoulders and grabbed my hair again. He slapped me a few more times with his cock. "You're my little bitch. Suck my cock!" I. I spit his cock out and told him that I wasn’t gay and that I should be getting home. He told me that when I was in his yard I was his property and that I could go home after he made me his bitch. Mr Clark then reached down and put his wet finger into my hole and I instinctively pushed against it. As he entered me with a second finger it hurt a bit but we could both tell that I liked it. He got behind me while I was still on my hands & knees and rubbed the head of his cock against my. Rick complied, and after looking it over, the police woman said, Richard Steven Roberts, you are in violation of Susan B code 484, the unlawful use of v******e against another person. I don’t have to remind you that male aggression of any kind is now i*****l and all disputes with other men are settled by the on the spot comparison of penis size. Do you wish to invoke penis comparison with this man? Rick, swallowing every ounce of his pride replied, no mam, no I do not. Very well, do you, now.