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The Bedroom Window

      From Greg's bedroom window, I witnessed many things, mostly it was of Isabelle screwing various guys, though usually Kurt. They both knew we watched and it made that much more interesting. The strange, and perverted fact that Greg fucked his sister, made sex with him strange. I was both revolted and aroused by the idea at the same time. Fucking him while watching her get fucked was also perverse and in a strange way quite sane, but as I said she did fuck others guys under Greg's window and sometimes I was the only one watching.

      Well Greg had his gyrlfriend, Annie, and I'm the only out fag in my neighbourhood. A note about Annie, whom I affectionately called Annie Sprinkle, cause Annie was about as horny as I am. Greg once told me that she had once sucked him off on the Metro, and on another time they fucked in a public library.

      Anyway, the scariest thing that I have ever witnessed from that window, was the sight of Isabelle being fucked over by her father, well he's really a sick stepfather, but still it was horrifying. I was woken up by someone arguing. I went to the window, and saw Isabelle's fuck-buddy getting dressed, while her stepfather (let's call him Bob, a red-necked hick name) yelled at them both. I found out later that Bob had walked in on them fucking.

      After her boyfriend left, Bob grabbed her by the arm and shook her around, and he hit her, she didn't fight or say anything. He sat on the picnic table and placed her over his knee and began to spank her, hard. I could hear the slaps all the way into the room, each slap sent a chill up my spine, and my stomach started to turn. The only thing I could think of was Glen and what he did to me. So I watched as he hit her nearly two dozen times before he stopped, her cries were silent, but still they tore me apart from the inside.

      I wanted to turn away, but something about the scene attracted me, something like a traffic accident. He just started to rub her butt, poking his finger in her cunt and asshole, feeling her over. He looked up, and I was afraid he'd see me, but I still stood there, and I'm not sure if he did but I saw the lust in his eyes, he wanted to fuck her.

      He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away and with his other hand, he unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock, this image of Isabelle sucking her stepfather still haunts me today. He forced her down on him to the point where she must have been choking, and he fucked her face.

      As his climax peeked, his violent intensity grew stronger, from the window I could hear her face slamming into his crotch, each impact grew more violent, until he came. Then he threw her down and walked away.

      As soon as he left, I ran down the stairs and outside to help her, I know my help was late. When I got down to her, she was laying on her back looking up at the sky crying. I lifted her up and carried her back to her room, that's where I got a good look at what he did. Her cheek was swollen from where he hit her, her nose was bleeding and she had some of his crap (cum) around her lips.

      I spent the night with her, holding her as she cried and I felt a deep anger, long buried and I didn't know what to do. We talked and she told why she let herself get raped, by Bob, she wanted to protect her mother from him. I told Isabelle that she shouldn't have to protect her mother that way. No one should be allowed to violate someone in that way, no one. I told her I'd would protect her and her mother from this fucking pervert. She couldn't live like that anymore.

      The next day I called David and asked him for a favour. A week later, Bob was beaten up by most of the rugby team. I'd owe them one later (I'm not sure if you know of the soggy biscuit game or not but lets just say I became the biscuit). Isabelle's stepfather never bothered them again.

      The next summer, tragedy hit, when Greg and Isabelle's mother died in a car accident. Both Isabelle and Greg moved in with Kurt, that was the last time I really spent with them.

My First Master

      In my third year, at Sir John Weatherby high, the school decided to place four to a room, this worried Robert a lot, something about no new people, but then Robert always had to worry about something. David on the other hand couldn't wait; he was like a little boy waiting for a gift.

      I (like my usual self) spent my time phantasizing about various situations that might arise. None of us expected William, William was kind of normal looking, not too short or too tall, not too big or small, he had a strange look in his eyes. Though I knew then, that he would be in control of the situation. From that point on I held a special place in my heart for William. From that first day I fell in love with him and I knew he was going to show me new ways of looking at the world around me.

      The first night he slept in our room; he had taken my bed. I watched him as he slept dreaming of the days to come (pun intended). By the time he'd woken up, David and Robert had already left for class, me, I sat staring at William wishing to get a glimpse of his prick or butt.

      Our eyes met as he awoke and I quickly looked away.

      "Shame...shame," he said "don't you know dreaming is for the weak and submissive."

      I just looked at the floor.

      "Look at me when I speak to you" he shouted.

      I looked into his eyes, his face showed no signs of anger but his eyes scared me, they sent a chill up my spine and he knew it.

      He got up and stood before me completely naked. I began to get visibly aroused. William slapped my face and said: "I didn't tell you to get stiff." And he slapped me again, harder. "Now stand up!"

      I stood up wearing only my boxers, and let me mention again that I was visibly turned on.

      William placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me to kneel before him; my eyes were now fixated on his slowly growing prick. With his right hand he grabbed it and pushed it to my lips. He wasn't as big as Robert or David, actually he was quite small (about four inches). I swallowed it down with ease, the hair on his balls tickled my chin. I sucked him until he came.

      We continued this routine almost every morning for the next three years. During these years, William's control over me became very strong, to the point where I'd do anything he wanted of me. If he had told me to blow my brains out with a gun I think I might have done it.

      There was something that made me want him to want me. As I said before, I loved him. The thing is, that I don't think he ever really loved me. I know he loved to use me, but love me, I doubt it. On occasion he would "lease" me to various teachers, always men, in exchange for money, grades and/or the simple satisfaction of being able too.

      William wasn't the only pimp in the school, there were others. Worse of all were the teachers who respected them more then their sluts, which I was one, but he was the best.

      Near the end, he had nearly six other boys working for him, Robert included, but I was his favourite until the last month, that's when he found Kreg. Kreg was fourteen with the body of a sixteen-year old. When William dumped me, I almost died, I became extremely depressed trying many suicide attempts.

A Gyrlfriend

      One night, after failing miserably to kill myself, I went to David's house for an end of school party. There I met his sister, Samantha (but she prefers the name Sam, and so do I). A beautiful, masculine looking and acting gyrl. For the first time in my life I felt something for a womyn, it was strange. I introduced myself to her, and something clicked between us, she looked at me as I looked at her, with that sexual awe.

      We spent the entire night talking about life, death, the supernatural, the occult, psychic stuff, politics and so on, you know the usual. After awhile we fell asleep only to wake in each others' arms (how romantic, how pathetic).

      I had woken up, because I had felt someone touching me. Sam was passing her hand though my hair and kissing my ear. I cupped her breast with my hand and kissed her face gently, then I laid my head on her lap and fell back to sleep.

      We went out for six weeks, but we never had sex, we did have intimate foreplay. I wasn't ready in experimenting with womyn yet, and she wasn't ready for guys, something about her being a lesbian. One thing we did share in common was our love for each other.

      By the third week of our relationship, we knew it was finishing. So I introduced her to Sylvie, and when I returned from Paris, she introduced me to Justin.

David's Cousin

      The summer of nineteen ninety-three, our school took a trip to France, normally these trips were completely supervised by the teachers, but because of my work on them, I was allowed to wander freely. Though I did have to suck off the dean, but that was easy because he couldn't hold for more than a minute and stuffed animal came more anyway.

      David gave me the name of his cousin, who lived in Paris and alerted her to my arrival. I'm not sure what he told them, but I guess I was going to quickly find out. His cousin's name was Anne-Marie, and her "boyfriend" was Guillaume.

      Guillaume picked me up at the airport, he was a tall, thin guy and his face was ghost white, I'm not complaining my complexion is about the same. His face was solid, but his eyes showed where erratic, he seemed to avoid eye contact with me.

      In my campiest master-voice I ordered him to take my bags, which he did, quickly, this was going to be fun, here's a guy who's about ten years' older taking orders from me, groovy.

      We arrived at his loft by mid-afternoon. He told me that Anne-Marie was out looking for models. Inside the loft were morbid paintings and outfit sketches, I asked him what they did, and he told me that Anne-Marie was a designer of Goth wear and he was an artist. I examined his work, there was a painting of a man retching as he metamorphosized; another painting showed two male vampires standing naked one behind the other, their forms shadowed, but you could see them locked in an embrace, arousing.

      Guillaume untied his long blond hair and let it flow. At that moment a chill (which seems to happen a lot in this story) ran up my spine. I felt as if I were in the presence of a vampire (I know it's tacky). He looked up at me, his eyes, brilliant in the dark room, I felt more aroused then afraid. As if reading my mind he advanced and kissed me deeply his kiss sent a flood of emotions throughout my soul.

      As my hands crawled down his body, I heard a womyn voice pierce the darkness, she ordered Guillaume to stop. I turned my head to see a young Siouxie. She entered introducing herself as Anne-Marie, she was followed by two young womyn who were about my age, or a little older, they also looked dark.

      "I apologize for Guillaume, he doesn't know how to control himself" she said quietly.

      "No need."

      "Did he hurt you?"

      "No."

      "Excuse us now. We need to work. You can put your stuff in that room. The shower is over there. You should rest after your long trip. We will wake you for supper."

      I checked out the room, it was small, but comfortable the windows were covered with heavy black drapes. I went to the bathroom and washed, the shower relaxed me and left me tired. Coming out of the shower, I noticed that the two gyrls sat naked on the couch, Guillaume was painting them and Anne-Marie was preparing some garments for them.

      I walked by without saying a sound and went to bed. I was awakened by Anne-Marie. "Supper's ready. Mon cher Andrew, I don't want to place any inconvenience on you, but would you mind sharing your bed with Anneke et Birgit."

      "It's your house and you can do whatever you need I will not complain when a creature of your beauty asks me for anything."

      She kissed me softly on the cheek and said merci.

      Guillaume didn't eat supper with us that night, he was still painting, but the supper was delicious, I had never eaten such fine food (unless you consider Greg or David as food).

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