GW-131 Things Never Went Right…

FOREWORD

A tormented story of an enforced homosexual life; Randy having been made to submit to his step-father, then sold as a prostitute by him to all takers.

After attaining freedom, his weird, perverted life is spent trying to make the BIG score with hapless victims left to litter his trail.

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Ralph was too weak to fight any more. He just lay there taking everything they had to dish out. Cock after cock was forced into him. He sucked on pricks, drank their loads of cum, suffered the humiliation of their cocks in his ass, in his throat, between his legs. He was spit on, pissed on and he just lay there and took it. Somewhere in the background, he heard Randy laugh.

Ralph was a beaten man.

Randy left quietly by the front door and circled around the house. He had seen the young Negro bartender grin at him, motion toward the side of the house and then leave. Randy followed him.

“I was afraid you didn’t read my signal,” the bartender greeted him. He was wearing tight, white pants and that was about all. There was little underneath which didn’t show. His skin was like black diamonds in the moonlight. Randy eyed him appreciatively.

“I wouldn’t have missed that come on for the world,” Randy said simply. Then suddenly, his fist came out, thudding loudly against the Negro’s chin. A yell of hurt and fright caught in the boy’s throat and came out as a choking moan.

“Don’t worry, black boy,” Randy said, his fists striking the already bleeding face again and again. “I won’t really kill you. I’ll just make sure that you have a long time to remember just how good looking you used to be. And there’ll be one less faggot black boy to bother with!”

He continued to beat the Negro long after the man had fallen unconscious at his feet. Finally, satisfied with the damage he had done, he wiped his hands on the Negro’s white pants and walked calmly away, around the house again, back to the party.