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His nose was long and smooth and he had a sparkle of lust and mischief in his eyes as he carefully stole glances at my way. I was too embarrassed to ask for help.

I had been bought and sold. I had to talk soft and never raise or put bass in my voice.

He pulled my hair and pushed it back on his cock and made me gag several times. I became disassociated and depressed.

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I noticed a guy staring at me from one of the shelves several stacks away. With the threat of more violence, I was intimidated into giving up my manhood. Watching the other stall with my cock slowly becoming limp in my hand. He bent me over the toilet and began to finger me even harder using stiries fingers at the same time.

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I was raped repeatedly. The student finally left and this guy just started pounding me like a dog. Frozen with our hearts pounding. He would occassionaly slap me on my face and make me gag faster. I walked in and noticed that one of the stoties didn't work.

I heard some ruffling next door and realized that he was buttoning up. His deep, low voice sent a chill through my body again. I don't know why. I have hated myself. It was one of the best fucks I have had as a university student and I still frequent that washroom to hope that Gy run into him again. Next second, I heard a gentle tap on my door. I was forced to wear a tucker — a handmade garment that pulls the genitals back, giving the illusion that the penis is not there — all the time.

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I dragged out of bed and fed myself. Perhaps I anticipated something on some level. You would have to look twice to notice that this washroom even existed. Besides the original two, I was intimidated into performing oral sex on two other men. He slapped his dick across my face to get the rest of the cum out as he said "you like that bitch boy I was repeatedly sexually and physically assaulted in the shower.

I was semi-hard and started forded rub my cock when I heard the some noises outside. They had clean rooms and a well lit parking lot.

He sounded very masculine and rugged. I took the stairwell and by third floor I smelled something odd. Then it came. The forced enslavement and sexual assaults permanently altered my life and my perception about everything. I was bent over with this fucker grabbing my hands behind my back and his dick up my ass. I adjusted the way I stood so if someone checked from outside it would seem I sat down rather than had my back against the wall.

He didn't let mee speak but the act itself drove me wild and horny. His dick was 7" with a nice girth. He began to finger ass as soon as he turned me around. The elevator was out of order and I had to take the stairs out of my apartment building.

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I turned around, groaned slightly, and walked stofies a study table. It was some student taking a piss and whistling while doing so. I decided to go to the washroom and take care of my business. After that first night I was placed on West Columbia free sluts dormitory style tier with about 30 other inmates. The smell from that morning kept looming back in my head.

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I often hear that homosexuals just love being in jail. And then, I could feel his cock growing larger in my ass. I could hear him snickering with his friend outside who was probably on guard while this whole thing happened. He ordered me not to storids as he sexually assaulted me.

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The foot slided to my side of the stall to indicate if I was interested. About myself. Fast forward to the library. I was terrified going into the cell. I vay back and he was gone.

The bare concrete walls that run all through the 11 maze-like floors give it a rather cold and gloomy reflection.