How I Became A Whore

11:39 PM. Friday night. I gathered my breath really nervously as I tried to gather my courage and…oh, yeah. Where’s my manners? Let me fill you in on some of the small details and background leading up to the situation that was going on. So , uh, where to start? First, my name is Brad. I’m 5’4″, 125 pounds, long brown hair, deep brown eyes, and whenever I intently “forget” to shave, as was the case at the time, a nice bushy beard. I’m 28 years old, but most people only guess me for 19 or 20, when shaven. Good genes, I guess. Skinny build with an average endowment, cute full lips that look like they were made for sucking and a cute round bubblebutt. I had just moved into an apartment with a few childhood friends about 2 years ago and everything had been going well. We got along fine. Most of my friends were straight. We were pretty much all “metalheads.” I was even the outcast there, also. Half of the time, I would be the only one who wouldn’t want to go with them when they went out somewhere. We had also had fights about them telling me to turn my music down. Not exactly that they minded loud music. I just had different musical tastes: I was the only one in the group who listened to Marilyn Manson, 2Pac, and Johnny Cash. I was also the only one who’d ever read anything other than a magazine. But despite our differences, I did have many really good times with them. And, as different as I may have seemed, noone would ever have guessed that I had a gay or bisexual side. However, it seemed that most of them were moving on to other things and seemed to have a bit of direction or a plan.

I, on the other hand, had always been the slacker of the group. They had recently hurt me when they with some VERY harsh words to say the least. So, there I had been, with everyone else out at some club, and me sitting around depressed and drinking, trying to forget myself. But, to my dismay, it wasn’t working. I was bumping a Deadlee CD and watching the boob tube, half drunk, when I came across a scene from Shawshank Redemption. One of the gay rape scenes. That, had reminded me of a joke that my friends had told me earlier. When I had joked about my lackluster sex life lately, one of them joked that they would drop me off at Molson Street at midnight and I’d see lots of action. Molson street was a heavy crime area. It was alright during the daytime. But at late night, it was a different story. One of the biggest rumors going around about this area of town said that whenever white people went through there after midnight, they would often end up getting robbed or killed, UNLESS they were taken as prostitutes. Which local legend says included not only girls, but some guys too, who were made to dress like women and get fucked like women. Smaller guys mainly .

Apparently, if one of the “Molson street locals” liked the white guy or gal, they’d rape him or her and then offer them a choice. Be our slut or die. Apparently, rumor has it that the drug dealers didn’t actually mess with any of their own “stuff” or with anything stronger than a little weed or alcohol. They got their kicks from their “hoes” and working out. These guys were built like brick shithouses. People didn’t wanna believe these rumors. After all, the law would not let things like this continue, right? However, the area had a very bad rep and people were still very afraid. Well, being inebriated as I was, all I thought was that I was horny. I was still depressed and thinking that maybe my first taste of dick would cheer me up. I mean these rumors HAD to be exaggerated. How much difference could sundown make in a place? Besides, as long as I stayed in line and did as told, I’d have free room and board and drugs. Not that I did many drugs. I quit smoking a year ago, and only occasionally drink, now. But, it might be nice to take some more risks in my life for once. Not to mention the free dick and pussy I might get, too. And I definitely was drooling at the thought of my first big dicks, chocolate dicks. And if things got too rough, I could be a scrapper. Not to mention my past training in submission fighting. So I shaved my facial hair and got ready to take a little walk to the “wrong side of town”, just ta see what would happen. Alcohol kinda turned me stupid at times. And this is where I will start the story.

So, I gathered my courage drinking the last of the beer I had with me, and stuttering forward. Almost there. A mere ten minute walk away. Slowly walking, I enter the notorious street. Nervous as hell, I start to walk through the city, acting oblivious to cat calls, and threats of violence. Maybe this was a bad idea. I tend to do crazy things when I’ve been drinking. But, as I walk fast through the neighborhood, surprisingly, I’m almost at the end and thinking that maybe I’m lucky nothing happened. I’ll just find somewhere to hide til morning and find my way back. Just as I thought that, I heard a young female voice scream out “Hey, honey! What the hell are you doing in this part of town? You know how dangerous this is?” I turn around and see this young blonde girl who, as far as I know is only 16. I know because I had used to know this girl from school. But, she had just kinda “disappeared”, and noone had heard from her. I didn’t know her that well myself, to be honest. She looked “different” from what I had remembered, to say the least. Full lipstick, gorgeous “curly hair, lots of “colorful” makeup and a fur coat. She had a really trashy slutty look, to be so young. Something about her also seemed to be way too mature for her age. She took a drag off her cigarette, and exhaled, looking at me for an answer. I am speechless for a sec and when I start to answer she starts to come up to me and says “How old are you, baby doll?”, obviously not remembering me. She kinda smiles at me and invites me to come inside where I’ll be safe. I remind her where I know her from as she opens the door to let me into the small building, but as I turn around, she shuts the lights off and closes the door. Just then, I feel some strong, heavy arms grab both of my biceps tight. I turn lightning quick, as if to scream, but a huge hand covers my mouth.

Just then I feel another hand strip my pants off as the guy holding my arms pushes me onto the floor. I can’t believe that this is actually happening, and scared senseless, but still aroused at the same time. He’s on top of my back breathing heavily and I then feel something unexpected. I feel a cockhead that is MUCH larger than I expected and much wetter, as if it’s been oiled up prior to my entering the room, poised at my backdoor. I struggle to reach my feet as I mock like I want to escape. This does not feel as I expected, at first, but much more painful, as it doesn’t fit smoothly. He pushes and pushes until deep inside me, and I can feel him almost automatically cum inside my quivering ass. As he pulls out, I feel the other hand pull some chemical coated cloth up to my face. The next thing I know, I’m out cold.

Next morning: “Wake up, hon!” I hear a familiar female voice as I’m splashed in the face with water and completely naked, lying on a bed. I wake quick, looking at the girl who had lured me to this “trap.” I start to protest when I notice a gun turn on me being held by a rather large muscular black “thug” at the doorway of the strange bedroom I’m lying in. With a cigarette dangling from her sexy lips, she told me “YOU got a choice, boy. How much do value your life?”

“A lot” I gulp as she takes the cig from her mouth and exhales.

“You don’t look stupid. I don’t think that you came here by accident. Noone local or in their right minds really does. It’s alright. So, I guess I already know your choice.” she says.

“What choice is that?”

She smiles and scratches across my chest with her nails. “Be the little slut that you know you are.”

“Or?” I continue.

“Or don’t.” she tells me casually.

“What happens if I don’t?”

“I think you already know the answer to that one, don’t you?”

“Will I be safe?” I ask.

“You have nothing to fear from anyone here, as long as you remain loyal.” she says.

“Loyal to who?” she asks.

“I know that you’ve heard the rumors.