Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2011 11:26:41 -0700
From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: Grandad's Diary

Grandad's Diary.

By: BMAN

My grandad lived his whole life in the city. I was quite young when may
parents moved to Arizona so I didn't see a lot of him. I know he was a
soldier in 1941 in world war 2. He married had one son, my dad and was
divorced at some time but I was not sure when. He owned a charity shop in
the city where he worked until he died of a heart attack at 79. The only
memories I had were fond ones and I was glad for that.

My dad flew back to the city to settle grandad's estate and had his
personal things shipped to out home in Arizona. There were lots of boxes
and two old wooden trunks which sat in the back of our garage for a long
time. Everyone forgot they were there until one summer day when I was
grounded. I was fifteen at the time, got into a fight and got grounded for
three days. My punishment was to clean the garage.

I saw the two old trunks so I dug them out. The first one was empty except
for paper scraps and lots of dust. The second one had a few old newspapers
and some olds magazines. As I gathered the old papers up, I must have
tripped something because a flap on the bottom of the trunk popped open. I
pulled an old book from under the flap and dusted it off. The word "Diary"
was embossed on the front and a push button latch. It began dated.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 3.

I thought I should write this down in case anything happens to me. This
account of events will point the authorities in the right direction. There
is a local gang in the neighborhood called "The Kings" They are a bunch of
punk kids in their teens. I never had any trouble until this evening before
closing.

The Kings barged in. There was five of them. I told them I didn't have a
lot of money. I was a charity shop. The leader of the gang pulled a pistol
from under his coat. He told me to shut up. Two punks took me to the back
room and shoved me down on the floor. They ordered me to strip my clothes
off. I stood up to refuse. The leader came in with the pistol.

I stripped like he said. They tied my hands behind my back and gagged my
mouth. The leader punched me in the gut several times. He rammed his knee
between my legs. Right into my balls. I yelped through the gag and doubled
over on the floor.  Someone kicked me in the ass while I was on the
floor. They went back in the store. One punk stayed behind with me.

The punk grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He called me all sorts of
nasty names. Bitch, Faggot, Whore, slut, cocksucker. He told me how he was
going to rape me. I would become property of the Kings. As their Bitch and
Whore. Two more punks came back and held me. It useless to resist they were
too strong.

The one punk raped me on the floor. Then the other punk raped me also. They
told me if I ever reported this to anyone. They would come back and
castrate me. They untied me and left. I sat on the floor in the dark for a
long time. I felt the humiliation of being raped by those two punks. There
was nothing I could do.

SATURDAY, JUNE 6.

Thursday and Friday were uneventful. I didn't see the gang either days.
Tonight they came back again. This time there was only three of them. I
still don't know their names. I am waiting for them to slip and call one
another by name. It was the same all over again. They took me to the back
and tied my hands behind my back and gagged my mouth. They stripped me this
time. Tore all my clothes off.

The punk rubbed my ass cheeks. He said how nice my tight ass was. He said
he loved to fuck me. He knows I'm intimidated me. I'm helpless to resist
these punks as they took me again on the floor. They said the same thing
when they left. If I said anything I would be castrated.

Tonight was different however. I lay on the floor. My dick is rock hard.
It's more hard than it's ever been. The only thing on my mind is
masturbate. That is what I did. It was the greatest feeling I ever
experienced.

SUNDAY, JUNE 7.

I am staying home today. I am trying to make some sense out of what is
happening to me. My thoughts keep going back to that punk kid. The one that
loved to rape me. I can feel his cock inside me. Fucking me in and out. It
makes my dick go hard. These are thoughts I should never have. They are
hard to erase. I think I better seek some professional help. I'm thinking
about seeing a psychiatrist.

MONDAY, JUNE 8.

At closing the same three punks came in. I was shoved into the store room.
The punk called me a "Bitch" Orders me to strip naked. I know what is going
to happen. I automatically do it.

My hands are tied but my mouth is not gagged. The punk orders me to spread
my legs apart. He manhandles my genitals. Yanking and pulling on my balls
and slapping my dick. He calls me names again. Slut, Whore, Bitch,
Cocksucker. As much as I tried. I could not stop my dick from swelling.
They slapped my dick. All that did was make it harder.

What I feared the most happen. They force me onto my knees. They took their
dicks out of their pants. Rub them all over my face. The punk ordered me
take the dick in my mouth and suck on it. They knew the shame and
humiliation would forced me to submit. I sucked all three of their dicks.

That was not the final humiliation. That came when the punks ejaculated in
my mouth and in my face. They were more confident around me now. I learned
their names. The punk that intimidated me was called Roger. The other two
were Brian and Stew.

THURSDAY, JUNE 11.

Two days passed and I didn't see or hear from them. Until the afternoon.
Roger walked into the store alone. He made it clear to me the reason he was
there was to have his dick sucked. We went in the back and I gave him oral
sex. He slapped my face and called me a good "Bitch" and left.

I fear I'm at the point of no return now. I couldn't explain why my dick
was so hard. It was true what the gang said that first night. I would
become the property of the Kings.

SATURDAY, JUNE 13.

I came home after closing the store. Roger was waiting by my apartment
door. This is the first time he seen where I live. His domination over me
is complete. He has moved into the last place I felt was safe.

His depravity soon took all that away. I was tied to my the bed naked. My
head at the bottom of the bed. My legs tied to the headboard. My arms tied
to the legs. Roger invited several other members of the gang over. They had
a party in my apartment. I could offer no resistance at all.

I was raped four times. Once by Roger. I gave oral sex six times. I fell
asleep or passed out on the bed sometime during the night.

SUNDAY, JUNE 14.

I was untied from the bed when I woke up. The shower was running. It was
Roger. He ordered me to wash him and I did. His body was muscular and
strong. I had never felt a naked man before. He told me to wash his ass and
his crotch. My dick sprang up hard as I was washing him.

I experienced something I thought I never would. Roger knelt down and took
my hard dick in his mouth. The warm sensation was the greatest thing I ever
felt. His fingers pulled my balls as he sucked my dick. I realized why the
punks made me suck them. Because it felt so great.

I ejaculated with a loud groan. Roger sucked and played with my balls until
my dick shrunk away. I refer to this as the first Sunday to my new life.

THURSDAY, JUNE 18.

Roger has moved into my apartment. I mean taken over my apartment. We live
as man and "Bitch" as he calls it. I don't mind. I lived alone for such a
long time. I actually enjoy it. Roget enjoys having a man he can dominate
and humiliate. I clean and cook for us.

He makes me crawl around on my hands and knees to clean the floors. He
bought a large feather duster. He shoves the handle up my ass. I have to
crawl or walk around all day with it in my ass.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 1.

It has been a long time since my last entry. Been very busy with moving to
a new apartment. I don't know what Roger does and I don't ask. He does seem
to have a great deal of money. Much bigger than the old one. A lot more for
me to clean. I don't complain. All that will get me is a red ass.

Other news. I got both my nipples pierced last week.

That was the last entry in the diary. I don't know why it ended so abruptly
but what there was knocked my socks off. I sat down and tried to imagine my
grandad as a sex slave to some young punk. He was right, just thinking
about it makes my cock hard. Just like his.

I tore the pages from the diary and tore them into small pieces before
throwing them in the trash. I didn't want anyone else to find the diary or
read it. It was private. Just between my grandad and me....


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