Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 22:40:33 +0100
From: Dominic <dmx@gayworld.be>
Subject: Stigmatized part 1

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WARNING:
This story may contain scenes that include gay sex between teen
boys and/ or adults. If this offends you in any way, please don't
read any further and just leave. If you are under the age of 18
or in some states or countries 21, it may be illegal for you to
read this.

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This is the first real story I am writing. I hope you like it and
I would be very pleased if you send me feedback or criticism on
my work. This time it may not contain sex, but that is
not the true meaning of the story. But of course, sex
will be involved later on, at least, if you want me to
continue it. I hope my grammar and spelling is mostly
correct.

All comments to: dmx@gayworld.be , I would really
appreciate them. Thx :) -X- D.

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Stigmatized

Part 1: My life so far

by Dominic

He did it again... Every time it seemed to happen for no
reason at all. He came home drunk as usual and walked up
the stairs, to my room, cursing and swearing. Most of
the time I just lay there, awake, waiting for it to
happen, just thinking about how bad it would be this
time and fearing him. At school I felt like everybody
knew about it, although nobody said a word about it.

At fourteen, I was a quiet boy, very introverted and I
didn't have a lots of friends. I didn't want to be that
way, but I couldn't deal with it otherwise. I mostly
just wanted to be left alone, certainly by my father.

We used to be a happy family, but three years ago all of
that changed. My mother became ill, and four days before
my eleventh birthday, she passed away because of cancer.
My father had to take care of me from than on, but he
couldn't. All the years before, I only saw him during
some weekends or holidays, because he worked for a major
research company. He had to travel around the globe from
one country to another, so he wasn't home that much. I
never felt really connected to my father the way I was
to my mother, and all of the sudden, he had to take care
of me. He quit his job and started to work in a
laboratory, close to Tulsa, Oklahoma, where we lived.

His temper started to change. Before, he was a nice
person, he brought me gifts and played baseball with me,
trying to make up for the time he wasn't there. A year
after my mom passed away, he started to drink, to forget
his misery, trying to forget my mother and trying not to
think about raising me all alone. I learned to do the
housekeeping on my own, since he wasn't home most of the
time. I also had to cook for myself.

From then on, it only went downhill.

It started with the beatings. Every time he got home from
the bars, if he came home at all, he started picking on me
and humiliating me. It mostly ended with me crying and
all beaten up. The next morning he would wake me up
early, before he went to work, trying to convince me he
never wanted to do this to me, but then again, he did. I
spent the day going to school or staying at home,
depending on how bad the injuries were this time. It
started to escalate and at the moment I reached puberty,
he also started to sexually abuse me. After a while, the
beatings stopped, as long as I let him have sex with me
without struggling. So I let him have it. He wasn't
gentle and it hurt like hell, cause when he was drunk
the only thing he seemed to care about was to get off as
fast as he could. I became a slave of him, more like a
zombie, obeying him and never thwarting him.

There was one person where I felt safe, one person I
could talk to, without being afraid. My best friend Josh
and my two other friends Barry and Stephen. They had
never left me down unlike most of the others. If those
friends hadn't been there, I would've given it all up
already, because the way my life was, wasn't bad, it was
even worse...


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This was part 1 of the story.


I would really like to continue it, but it depends on
all of you and your reactions. You can also make
suggestions it, but not really after you read this first
part, because it's only the beginning of it, and I had
to get you all involved in the story. I am looking
forward to your feedback at dmx@gayworld.be


Thx for reading
stay tuned! (to be continued) -X- D.

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