I’m a loner from a large family. I’ve always kept to myself and kept my friends limited to the digits on my hands. Honestly I can count using one hand of digits who my friends are. I’ve maintained my own place since I moved out of the family house. I’m a 28 plus. Since moving to this one area I’ve noticed the behavior of the kids to being somewhat over alert. Over intelligent for their youth. I’ve come across a few young boys whom outsmartedly blurted out to me calling me out as a p********. I told them that it wasn’t proper of them to initiate their opinions so openly offensively as such without facts to back up their allegations and kept walking. I’ve never brought it up again as I didn’t feel offended, just wanted to let them know how it was wrong to assume. In any event another few weeks passed and noticed the boys communicating with some men in the grocery store. I didn’t find anything wrong with that as I use to chat to older folks while growing up while in the streets. One morning I urged for a nice fresh cup of coffee from the shop so I headed for the grocery store. I entered the store and requested a regular with a bagel and cream cheese and stepped out for some fresh air. This big tough strong dude grabs me by the neck pulls my arm behind my back and forces me forward towards a white van. Pushes me inside it. Tapes my eyes and mouth and cuffs me. I feel him pressing a handkerchief over my nose and I whiff a scent of chloroform and black out.
I wake up slowly and groggy feeling strained on a chair arms and legs stretched out completely naked. A group of about a dozen children of mixed s** and ages over 10 and 14 year of age all gathered right in front of me staring as if I were an exhibition. I was so dazed I couldn’t make out The Who,what,when,where and why. All I could understand is hearing these kids talking about me, making fun of my nakedness and overhearing getting what’s coming the p********. Them laughing hurt my manhood. The guy came over is he awake yet? He came with a pointer and started poking at me in different ares randomly. Feeling anything yet my boy? The kids want to see how a p*** feels when it’s being done to them. He lifts my d*** with the pointer, let’s wake Willy up and introduce him to the kids so they can learn not to fear him.
I’ve never even imagined the feelings I was experiencing. The fear of having zero control over anything that was being done to me. That I was actually going through this and I was at their mercy if. I would ever make it out of there alive. He was recording everything to degrade me to nothingness. He took my own permission power, stripped my dignity and made me not like who I had become. He made me see how powerless I was. I was literally raped, molested, degraded, insulted, abused, ashamed and totally humiliated to the world’s outmost. The kids hysterical laughter is glued in my inner ear the sounds of you know you like it you’re getting it back. Omg this is really happening, what do you guys have to say about something like that as a possibility, because it may be just so far away…