. like a stalk with a head, not like...' Your eyes drop to my cock again and linger there, your attitude braver now the subject has been broached.'P...rhaps they only show circumcised ones' I venture, noticing the puzzled look on your face. 'Circumcised... no foreskin... cut... roundhead..' I add, hoping you'll be satisfied with the answer. But you still look at me as if I'm from Mars. 'Look' I say, pulling on the loose flesh covering my glans, 'That.. is a foreskin' I add, stretching the. It took me several more years before I finally said enough and I walked out. The physical reminders of those beatings no longer visibly seen, but eternally felt. Things I once enjoyed, taken and ripped away as if they were layers of wallpaper to hide a flawed wall. Walls, yes, flawed walls…built up to protect me from the pain inside. For over a dozen years I had been made to believe that I was nothing, that I was stupid and undeserving of anything good. But I was finally free from his fists and. Right up until she met Pete. After meeting him she decided she didn’t need or want me anymore so completely cut me out of her life. She stopped talking to me when she began dating Pete. She had put a stop to me moving on and then decided to drop me again to find someone else. God damn I was an idiot. After she started dating Pete I was done, something had broken in me and I finally realised just how she’d treated me and decided that she was a colossal bitch. She’d wasted the better part of two. Every groan and every word he put forth in encouragement aided in my continuation to treat his bone so right. He gruffly told me that he knew how much I wanted to be where I haunched, and how much I deserved that cock he shoved through for me. “You sure like to take all that cock, don’t you?” He said. I groaned in full bonehead agreement, he pounded the wall lightly. And then a token fell. He began to move with rhythm as the light began to fill up his space. I eased fully to my knees before.