Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2009 13:47:21 +0930
From: Mathew Elizabeth <mathew_monkey@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thug Kids Own My Life (Gay male, Authoritorian, Adult-Youth)

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it
is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live,
then please stop now. This author will not be held
responsible if this work gets into the wrong hands. This
story contains consensual and intimidating descriptions
of sexual activity between boys and older people. The
following story is fictional; any resemblance to real
life or persons is purely coincidental.

Please write: mathew_monkey@hotmail.com. I would like to
hear if you like my story.

Thug Kid's Own My Life
By Mathew Elizabeth

I let out a long sigh as I got to my apartment door. The
long hours of boredom and psychological frustration I
spent at my telemarketing job was not going to be payed
off by a warm relaxing night at home. Instead I was a
slave; a slave to my darkest sexual desires. What laid
inside my apartment was my destiny from now on. I opened
the door to continue the fate I had been living through
the last couple of weeks.

"You're Fucking Late!" the young boy from the couch in the
living room yelled out in disgust. The look of ferocious
power on his adorable 12-year-old face made me tremble
and think back at the intense times of my humiliating
adolescence.

"I'm so sorry, Travis!" I said shaking in fear to this
little boy "the traffic was terrible and it took me
longer than expected to get home,"

"I don't want to hear your excuses you fucking faggot!"
Travis boomed in his pre-adolescent voice. "Didn't I make
that clear to your faggy ass a few weeks ago! For as long
as I'm living here you never be late to cook me my food!"

12-year-old Travis Pierce was a force to be reckoned
with. He was a white thug boy who listened to rap music
and talked in ghetto slang. He was slim but he wore baggy
clothing and wore his cap on his head backwards. I
thought his wannabe ghetto attitude was so cute; but I
soon learned that this boy was as good a thug as any.
Even though he was white, he was the leader of a large
group of 12 year old thugs who were white, black and
Latino.

"Now you bend over the fucking couch and pull down your
pants, I'm gonna give you such a hard whipping! You've
been a bad girl, pig slut, a bad bad girl,"

I squealed like a piggy as I got into position, which
made him laugh cruelly. He jumped off the couch, pulled
off the belt around his jeans and grasped at it as he
approached my undressing ass. My pants and undies were
down to my knees and my bare ass was revealed. I still
couldn't believe a 12-year-old boy bent me over the couch
my mom gave to me as a going away present. "This will
teach you faggot. This will teach you to be home on time
to cook me some damn food!"

WHAP!

"Owww!!" I squeal

WHAPP!!

"Ooowwww!!!" I squeal harder and longer

WHAP! WHAP! WHAPP!!

I squealed to each strike this little boy delivered to me
in my own apartment. I whined and oinked like a pig;
wiggling my fat, red and burning adult butt to humour
him. This always made Travis laugh. He would get more
aggressive at this point and grind his jean-covered
crotch against my bare thick ass cheeks.

"You like that faggot? This bring back memories of your
daddy eh slut?" He grunted like a little wild animal as
he pushed his crotch harder against my soft fat ass.

I moan and whine more to this little boys torture. That
was until he turned me around and sat his cute ass in
jeans on my face. He squashed his 12-year-old hienie into
my face and wiggled it. He laughed and laughed as I was
suffocated between this boys small round ass cheeks. He
pushed the crack of his little denim butt against my
mouth and added pressure, assuring little chance of
escape.

"Hey faggot, got a present for yu," Travis said laughing
loudly.

BRRMMP!!..

Travis let out the vilest fart right into my mouth. I
gagged, as he pushed his ass down harder against my
mouth. "Oh yeah come on you faggot pig, I know you like
the smell of this! Oh.Oh here comes another one!"

BBBBRRRMMPP

"HAHAHAHAHA!!"

I squealed in submission as he laughed at me eating his
farts. Travis looked down on me in domineering delight "I
own you, you understand." 12-year-old Travis said to me
"Don't you ever forget that."

As I laid there, choking on farts between my 12-year-old
straight thug masters ass crack; I began to think and
contemplate how this whole thing started. I should
introduce myself, the name is Matthew Leyburn I'm a 25
years old homosexual who rents an apartment of his own; I
work at a telemarketing company, it isn't my idea of a
dream job but it pays the rent and allows me to live nice
and warm in my apartment. I have a girly appearance and
tend to flaunt my arms and emotions like your typical gay
stereotype, maybe all the boys back at school crafted me
that way, but whatever the case I was laughed at because
of it; even by the boys who reminded me of my place.

I was an abused boy at school, being called 'faggot' and
'cock sucker' by all the tough thugs and athlete boys
really got to me. I eventually became what they called
me. Sure, if you prefer, I was born gay, but I was
definitely crafted into a 'faggot' and a 'butt slut'.
Definitely after that fateful incident in the gym when I
was 13 years old. It was after PE, and all the boys
including myself were in the showers. I was always
bullied in the showers. All of us were naked, and two of
the hottest and toughest boys in the class would start to
push me around and get me in a headlock or wrestle to the
ground, punching me and kicking me and calling me a "Dick
Sucker!". The bullying eventually became so intense and
power driven for the entire class of boys as they became
sexually aggressive and lustful. The two boys became
aggressively delirious over the power they were getting
and eventually fucked me forcefully at both ends in front
of the entire class in the school showers. Right then, I
had choked on cock for the first time as my virgin ass
was getting stretched raw by young 13-year-old athlete
dick.

Anyway, one evening, three weeks ago, I was driving home
from work and came across Travis for the first time. He
was standing at the side of the road asking to get
hitchhiked. I pulled over and unlocked the passenger door
for him to enter. He looked into the door with his cold
eyes and devilish grin.

"Hey how are you?" I said kindly

"Yo," he said looing at me up and down as if checking out
whether it was even worth getting in the car.

"You need a ride? You local?" I said femininely

"Yeah I local," Travis replied.

He got in the car without another word, like he made the
decision for the both of us. He gave me directions in a
stern language and said nothing after that. We drove for
about 10 minutes without a word but then I noticed he was
peeking at me and looking at me mockingly. "What is it?"

"It's the way you look, the way you drive, the way you
talk. Are you a faggot?" He said giggling a bit.

"Well I'm gay if that's what your asking," I said a
matter of fact fully

"So you actually like to suck dick? You like to have cock
up your butt?"

"Um, well yeah sometimes,"

Travis started laughing some more "Wow you're a faggot.
You're an absolute faggot! I can't believe you so open
bout that shit man. You should keep you mouth shut you
pussy ass faggot piece of shit."

"Hey!" I said stern as a dumb blonde high school girl

"How can you call yourself a man you faggot fuck!"

"How bout I pull over and leave you on the streets!" I
said yelling now

" If you do faggot ill bash the living fuck out of you!
You won't be much work, you're a faggot how hard could
you be?" He laughed cruelly at me.

I had this erg to hit him, however I found myself aroused
by this boys dominating personality. My knees became
shaky and my arms were weak. I looked into his young
cruel but handsome face as he laughed and pointed to my
femininity. Travis had no doubt in his mind that I would
obey him; he was probably brought up in the ghetto
streets where faggots (oops gays) are seen as cattle and
slavery drawn by heroine from black and white pimps
alike. I felt I needed to humour him in his territory and
in mine.

"Yes, whatever you say," I said slowly

"There we go," Taylor said laughing at me even harder.
Like the fact that I was sitting there was an amusement
to him.

"You know," Travis began "I don't feel like going home
yet. How about I crash at your house tonight, aye fag?"

I instantly went red and nodded my head in a scared
overdramatised feeling of submission. I couldn't believe
I was willing to take this boy home with me! Travis said
it so cool, like he wasn't asking but telling. I
eventually parked in the parking lot within the apartment
complex I was living in.

We both got out of the car and travelled a flight of
stairs up to apartment. I unlocked the door and he pushed
me out of the way to open it and get in first. We entered
and he roamed around the living room, nodding his head.
Then he moved to the kitchen and nodded again. I stood
there nervous as he made his way around my apartment like
he owned the joint. "Hey!" he said as he returned from
looking at my bedroom "Where's your hospitality? Aren't
you going to offer me some food?"

"What would you like to eat?" I said kind and feminine as
a waitress

He laughed a bit and said "Just serve me something hot
ok,"

So I cooked this boy I hardly knew diner in my own
apartment. He sat his cute little thug frame on my coach
and watched my television while he waited. It took me a
little over an hour but I cooked his homemade
cheeseburgers and chips. I walked into the living room
with the food on a tray and placed it on his lap while he
watched MTV. "About fucking time," he said as he took a
bit of the cheeseburger.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"Yeah," Travis said, "My feet hurt a lot, and I need a
massage,"

I hesitated a little bit but I got on my knees and took
off his large skater shoes. "Take off my socks as well,"
he said. I did; and I was revealed with the two cutest
looking pair of feet I had ever seen. This boy was a god,
no doubt about it, I thought. I massaged his cute little
feet while he watched MTV for another 10 minutes. " Lick
em," he said " I know you want to worship my feet
faggot," Travis added tauntingly.

I didn't hesitate to this boy god's request. I licked the
white baby skinned soles of his bare feet then I licked
his toes and heels. I got low on the ground and arched my
back in girly submission to this straight thug 12 year
old.

"Yeah you sissy ass faggot," Travis said " You like
begging on your knees, worshiping my hot feet, Don't
you!"

"Yes sir!" I said, this was bringing back so much intense
memories.

And with that, Travis balled up his right fist and
punched me hard in the jaw.

Bammmm!!!

I tumbled over and lay unconscious on the floor at
Travis's feet.

When I came to, I found myself hog-tied on my face and
bare stomach wearing nothing but my white briefs.  My
wrists were bound to his ankles behind my back by what
felt like the silk ties, which hung in my closet. There
was a gag in my mouth, one of 12 year old Travis's dirty
white cotton socks stretched across my open mouth and
knotted behind the back of my head, forcing me to breathe
through my nose.  The odor of his foot sweat filled my
nostrils.

I wriggled around on my belly, and managed to lift my
head. I saw Travis sitting at my computer, wearing only
sweats. I found myself distracted by his physique. It was
a scene I could never have imagined: a shirtless 12-year-
old thug boy sitting at my computer.

"Good, you awake," said Travis, turning to the helpless
pussy man (me) on the floor.

I tried to speak but the gag reduced my words to
inarticulate sounds.  My eyes were filled with terror.

"I've been getting to know you, faggot. Mathew Leyburn,
that's yo name, right? Seems like you a real freak, ain't
ya, Matty?"

I fell silent.  I felt totally helpless, totally
vulnerable.  In other words, scared shitless!

"Yeah, I been checkin out yo computer," Travis went on.
"Bet you didn't think a little boy like me would know to
work this shit, huh?  Still, I gots to thank you for
makin' it
so easy, makin' yo passwords plug in automatically like
that. How dumb can you be, bitch?" It dawned on me how
much information Travis might have uncovered. I stared up
at his captor helplessly. Travis went on to share his
newfound knowledge:

"Yeah, faggot, seems like you one freaky fuck! Sup wit
dat screen name: 'fagpiggy4thugs?'   Dayumm, that what
you lookin' for?  You want a thug in yo life?  I guess
this gots to be yo lucky day, punk!  You think I'm a
thug, bitch?  Am I what you lookin for?"

I wasn't prepared for this. I was trapped. Ironically, my
greatest sexual fantasy was about to be fulfilled and I
was afraid to embrace it. Travis wanted me (the faggot)
to know that all my deepest sexual secrets had been
exposed: "Seems like you've joined a bunch of clubs
looking for somethin' called  a cash master. You wanna
explain this shit to me?  Oh yahhhh, that's right, you
can't talk with a sock in yo mouth, huh!!!"

Travis snickered cruelly. He couldn't help himself. I was
so pathetic in his eyes! He leaned down and untied the
sock that gagged my mouth.  I was still helpless on my
belly with my wrists tied behind my ankles behind my
back.

"So, wassup with this 'cash master' shit?  Start
talkin'!"

I cleared my throat and explained that cash masters were
men I encountered online who demanded money on a regular
basis from their Internet slaves.
Little Travis listened very intently. When I was done
explaining, he laughed hysterically.

"There's somethin' I don't get about this shit. You
tellin' me you send cash money to some motherfucker you
never even met???  For what?  What do you get out of it,
bitch?"

I lifted my head and looked up at 12-year-old Travis,
catching a glimpse of the snake under the gray cotton of
his sweats.  I wanted to suck on it, choke on it.
I wanted to suck that thug boy cock so bad.  It was like
a drug I needed.  I took a deep breath and confessed. "I
want to be owned and controlled by young thug boys."

How often I had typed those exact words in an Instant
Message or recited them into the phone to one of his
remote, 18 year old, masters!  He never thought I would
be saying them for real to boy 6 years younger.

"Dayumm! You a little slave freak, ain't ya! Ya givin me
ideas, bitch. So, you be given other brothers money and
shit, huh?  Yahh, we gonna change that.  Word!
Can you think of some other thug you need to be givin' yo
money?"

"You, Sir?"

Travis simply smiled; eyes squeezed narrow like a black
cat studying his prey

I continued to tell him about cash masters.

"And y'all be sendin this nigga $50 a month? The brotha
got game! Dayumm!"

"What are you going to do to me?" I whimpered.

Travis sneered at the helpless, humiliated fag on the
floor.  "That all depends on you," he replied. "Seems to
me you been looking for a cash master. Looks like you
found the real thang, yo!"

Travis reached over to the desk and withdrew from the
faggot's wallet a handful of twenties and two credit
cards.

"Tell you what, faggot," said Travis "I'm not gonna hurt
you. You cool wit me, see? You think it's yo place to
worship brothas, so I'm gonna be the thug boy
you looking for, aiiiiight? Yahhhh, this is how it's
gonna be.  I'm movin' in.  Yo crib belongs to me now,
understand?.  You can go to work everyday, but when
you git yo ass home, you gonna fix my dinner without me
havin' to tell you, and when you get paid, you're handin'
over yo paycheck to me!  Got that, bitch?"

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. This was
actually what he had always wanted, deep in the heart of
my perverted fag fantasies, but now that it
was becoming a reality; I realized how much he had to
lose. I was under the heel of a tough, clever, street-
wise thug boy who had barely hit puberty, who wouldn't
hesitate to take whatever he wanted. It was a terrifying
situation even though I really
had a choice

Slowly, hesitantly, I surrendered. "Yes, Sir, I
understand."

"I like how you call me SIR, bitch."

"Yes, SIR,"I said.

"Cool, I like that," decided Travis. "From now on that's
how you talk to me!"

"Yes, SIR."

"Aiiiight," grinned Reese. "That's what I wanna hear,
bitch!  Do you gots to work tomorrow?"

"Yes, SIR," I said again.

"You got yo alarm set?"

"Yes, SIR." Again and again.

"Aiiiight, I'm sleepin' in your bedroom!  You can sleep
right where you are.  I'm leavin' yo ass tied the fuck up
'cause I don't want you playin' wit yo self." Laughing to
himself, Travis turned off the computer and retired to my
bedroom, leaving me face down, hogtied, on the living
room floor. I rolled onto my side and was a little more
comfortable. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I heard
Travis rummaging through my bedroom, opening dresser
drawers, and going through the closet.

The TV in the bedroom came on.  12-year-old Travis
watched "Celebrity Crib", "Date My Mom" on MTV and some
basketball game afterwards.  An hour later, the TV went
off and the light went out. Not long after that, I heard
Travis snoring lightly. I wondered if Travis was still
wearing those sweatpants or was he naked?  I should have
been concerned about my own precarious situation, but at
the moment all I could think about was the little thug
sleeping in my bed. That's the kind of faggot I was. My
little fag cock was stiff, but hogtied as I was there
with nothing I could do about it except grind against the
floor.

Over the course of the last few weeks I have been 12-year-
old Travis's pig bitch. I would try my best to cook him
breakfast and diner on time. He would reward me by
smacking me on the ass, laughing at me and calling me a
faggot some more. My money was his and he spent it on
food, skating equipment and video games for him and his
friends. A few of his friends would come over and join
Travis in humiliating and calling me names as I served
and worshiped them.

Travis eventually made me suck his and a few of his
friends dick. It was so overwhelming sucking on these 12
year old thug dicks. One of his friends that came over
was actually black and dicked my mouth until I choked. He
convinced Travis that I had a nice fat ass pussy that
needed a fucking. Travis eventually listened and fucked
my ass a few days ago. I squealed and submitted my 25-
year-old thick ass to his powerful 12-year-old cock.
Travis laughed at me as I squealed in submission under
him. The bed rocked as rap music filled my ears from the
lounge room.

But now back to the present, as I sucked on Travis's
farts from his ass I could hear laughing from the
hallway. There stood 9 or 10 cute looking 12-year-old
thug boys laughing and pointing as Travis sat on my face,
humiliating me. Travis grabbed me by the hair laughing
too and forced me to lie on my stomach with my bare fat
ass up in the air. My bare ass faced the group of thug
boys who laughed, pointed and rubbed the crotch area of
their pants in lustful excitement.

"Come on out my brotha's! This faggots ass is ripe for
the taking!"

All the 12-year-old thug boys approached me and stripped,
staring at my big pale bottom. I spread my butt cheeks to
show them my snug pink, hairless asshole. Travis and his
friends surrounded me and laughed before all them fucked
me brutally in my apartment. I squealed and whined in
overwhelming lust. "Wow," one of Travis's Latino friends
said. 'What a cock pig!"

Nevertheless, thug kids own my life.

..........

Authors Note: If you like the themes in my story, such as-

                        Boy dominating Man/Boy
                        Str8 Thug Boys dominating Fags
                        Young Boys obsession with milfs

Then email me and I will keep you updated on all my
stories. Check out my ongoing erotic story 'Younger Bully
Owns Joey' in the Bisexual authoritarian section.

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