There are no shelters for straight men abused by women. There are no shelters for gay men abused by their male partners. There are no shelters for les...ians abused by their female partners. We all get hurt. It does not matter what color we are, what gender we are or even what our sexual orientation is. We are all human. We all make mistakes. All of us can be hurt. Some of us are hurting right now. Many of us will not receive the help that we need. Fight for your rights. If you are a straight. After I knew he was gone, waiting in my room like a little bitch for nearly twenty minutes before I went downstairs to check on my roommate. She said she was fine and that he wont be back again. So, that was my third night in my new place. I couldn't imagine why she'd put up with a guy like that or not call the cops!She said he will never be here again. Two days later I was in the kitchen making dinner when she came home with someone. It was him. Except this time I met him and she introduced. . Apuesto a que no puedo hacer de todo en mi boca y yo estoy tan jodidamente mojada sólo de pensar en cómo va a arruinar mi pequeño coño (It's so big and hard... I bet I can't get it all in my mouth and I'm so fucking wet just thinking about how it's going to wreck my tiny pussy)."Freddie knew when to surrender and just let the moment happen. It had been months since he'd even kissed a girl, much less any of this. "Oh, Dios mío ... yo podría ser un caballero, pero no soy un idiota ... (Oh my. She then took hold of the cage. She slid her fingers slowly backwards and forwards along the steel. She knew he couldn't feel a thing and smiled as she thought how frustrated he must be. "Well my dear, how do you like your predicament? This is what you wanted. Isn't it?" He smiled at her, "Yes, I suppose it is" he said. "Good. Well tonight your cock is mine. I have the only key for the lock. If you are a good boy I might release you before the night is over. On the other hand I might not. We.