New Home Chapter 1

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Mentally challenged. A mentally challenged 15 year old boy was driven back and forth to different owners. Some long haired weirdos, some dominant overweight men, some coloured with big cocks. He hated it. He hated losing it like this. He had participated in threesomes, foursomes, what ever. He had held two cocks while stroking them, aiming towards his small mouth. His mouth was sexy. Plump bottom lip and a thin upper lips. He was now stuck, a mental hospital. Psh, hospital. More prison. His name was George Harrison. The shape of the small room was all covered in white soft fluffy stuff. He was scared, alone. The owners, or ex, wondered what had happened to the boy. He was completely insane. Out of his mind. It was hard to tell if his disability was affecting him. He was challenged before now completely out of his head. He rocked back and forth, banged his heads on walls. Finished. He was released a while later to another man. His figure tall. A bit overweight. He had slender lips and his aquiline nose fit his round chin. He was, as you can say, beautiful. He seemed kind, grateful, loving. His name, John Lennon. He took custody of the boy, claiming he can take care of him. Lies. He couldn't even care for young children. The boy was placed in the car and driven to his new house.

The house was big. The house was nice. It was two-story. To George it was a mansion. He looked around before being pulled roughly by the other man. He was soon undressed and put in a warm bath. John cleaned him up and then he was put into tight clothes. Small shorts, long-knee socks, some flats, a white collared shirt, and a brown jacket with a logo. What was he doing? He looked at himself in a mirror. Fool. He looked like a slut. He hated that image. He turned back and pressed his face into John's chest. John smiled and took the crutches George walked on and handed him a fancy cane. Beautiful. George hated it but it looked perfect to John. John soon left. George was commanded to eat 15 minutes later. He found a teddy bear, hugging it and taking it. He sat at the table, placing the bear on his lap. Had he become sane? He had been no trouble since he arrived. George was handed a plate with veggies, a thick juicy steak, and mashed potatoes. There was a plate of cookies in the center of the table and he tried grabbing one. His hand was whipped and he scowled.

"Dessert is after." George whimpered and through his food onto the floor, the plate shattering. He was whipped across the face. He grabbed a bunch of cookies and shoved them in his mouth. John bent him over the table. His shorts and panties were removed and he was whipped. "You want cookies, don't you." Before George knew it, cookie dough was being shoved inside of his hole. He whimpered softly. John had shoved about a packet of dough inside of him. His pants and panties were replaced and tightened with the belt. George tried to remove them, crying as he felt the cold dough inside of him. John picked up the food from the floor, placing it in a pink dog bowl and placing it in front of George. "Eat." He began eating. The food surprisingly clean. He soon finished and was handed cookies. He ate a couple then complained about the sticky substance in his hole. "Daddy.. It's cold.. it hurts.." John kissed his forehead and removed his lower clothes again. John knew what he was going to do is wrong and risked getting caught by a maid. He dropped to his knees and began eating the dough out of young George. The young boy bit his knuckles and struggled as he pushed them out. John soon ate all of it out and got up off his knees.

"You're my new slave.." A thick object was pushed into the boy. He looked back at the man, whimpering. He started thrusting slowly into him. It hurt. He was crying and whimpering. He pushed the boy into the table's edge. The table shaking as he continued being pushed into it. He shifted gently, his cock soon hitting the boy's sweet spot. "What was that?" The man stopped. "This?" He thrust into his prostate again. He moaned. "Y-Yeah.." "It's your prostate." He continued shifting into it. George moaned, shaking as he was pushed onto the table. John got on and began thrusting into him. George moaned, his prostate soon cumming. John rubbed his own balls and soon came. He pulled out, not caring about George's hard on. The door was opened. A thick frame. A man. Covered in black clothing. Coloured skin.

John backed up and he was soon thrown to the ground. He was on his hands and knees. A cock in front of his face. He knew who this was. Not wanting trouble, he began sucking. After a while, he went behind him and put his cock inside of him. John yelled loudly, crying. George was shocked. A dominant man like him? Being fucked? He laughed and the man looked back at George. He stayed silent before being ordered to get in front of John. He did so and John was ordered to suck him. He moaned loudly, rubbing his balls. John was now being fucked from both ends. His prostate getting hit but it didn't relieve the pain. His throat now sore and his ass. He knew he wouldn't be able to sit or eat well. George soon came and so did the other man. Both moaning. They both enjoyed John. John collapsed, whining and coughing. He put his clothes back on and soon went to the room. The coloured man fell in love with George. He pulled him close and they soon had sex. George was pretty much forced.

George went to the room, yawning. Strings of sticky cum were visible in his small mouth. They were his. His hole was sore, too. But he actually enjoyed being fucked in such a caring way. He was changed into pajamas and laid in bed with John. John was struggling to lay, he was in pain. They talk a bit about the man but soon close their eyes.

Soon, George's mouth was covered, John holding a blade up to his neck.

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PrincessRibbonChan19's avatar
I had a friend who went though the same thing. I feel so guilty I couldn't help her. You try to be a good person and the one thing you can't help with they kill themselves. God I'm a horrible person... I deserve to die like a rapist. I'm just as bad I didn't help...