I got scared. I pushed him off of me. I was scared it was an uncontrolled reaction. Now I don’t know what was going to happen, but I wasn’t ready to do anything like this with him. “Skylar, you can’t do that you need to do your job,” Walter said tying my hands behind my back.

He adjusted my body so I was on my stomach. He untied my hands quickly. He moved my arms above my head and tying them up again. “What are you going to do,” I whimper.

“I told you about your job, now you have to do it,” He said scoldingly.

“How will I do my job? I don’t want to have… you know what with you,” I said sadly

Walter frowned, “You have no choice, now let's begin.”

He grabbed my face and kissed me. I wasn’t ready for this. I had no choices but I didn’t want this.

He put his thumbs under my shorts. I felt the fabric move down my legs. I felt his cold hands touch my thighs and he rubbed my lower back as if he was trying to comfort me. Walter untied my hands so I could move them. I put my hands on my face and tried to hold back all the tears.

When he finally tore off the bandaid it felt like the worst thing any person could endure. Him. This man in his 20’s. The feeling of his body inside of mine. I can’t unfeel it. It was a combination of pain, fear, sadness, anger, and most of all disgust. His body was so cold and painful. I couldn’t understand how normal people could do this willingly. Let alone against their will.

When his body left mine it didn’t go back in. his dirty, twisted, sadistic mind thought of another way to make me suffer. He moved a folding chair from one corner of the room to in front of the mattress I’ve been forced to stay on.

I looked up at him and realized his junk was still exposed. He sat down in the chair facing my shriveled little body. “Ok, time for the next step of your job, then you will be done for the day, but if you don’t do this right you will need to continue, ok?” Walter said spreading his legs apart so I could see ‘it’.

I nodded with fear I didn’t know what he would ask of me, I really just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.

I looked into Walters's eyes and then he said one of the worst things any 16-year-old boy could hear. “I want you to touch it,”

I didn’t want to obey him, I didn’t want him to find pleasure in my pain, but something inside of me said I should, the little voice in my head telling me ‘you don’t want to be hurt anymore than you already are. Just listen to him and you will be left alone.’

So I listened, I crawled on my hands and knees over to him. I sat down in front of his open body and touched it, I did as I was told and clutched it with my hand.

I sat there holding it with sadness shooting into my eyes. I looked at the mess that was in my hand, the thing that caused all of this. I wouldn’t be in this situation if this fucking pervert wasn’t so horny.

I looked into his eyes and, I was disgusted with what I saw in return. It was pure delight. This man was gaining pleasure from me, a 16-year-old boy holding his dick. I wanted to let go of him, clean my hands, and run away, but what would I do, a scrawny boy against a well-built man. He wanted more he wanted a big finish, and what would a pervert want? “Oh, Skylar, Your final task… mm, suck it,”