From an early age, I knew that I was different from the other boys at school, because I was gay and submissive. My mother raised me and my brothers alone, working tirelessly, and when she saw that I was a sissy, she took me out of school and put me in charge of the housework. I learned to cook, iron, and care for the house without stopping. I learned through beatings, I was spanked by her, my brothers, and my older cousins. I spent years without leaving the house for anything, barefoot, wearing only old and dirty underwear, because no one bothered by my nakedness, not even me. I slept on the floor in the utility room, almost always naked, and often woke up in the middle of the night to someone fucking me or pissing on me.
My mother left early and came back late at night. The only people who lived in the house were my four brothers and three cousins. It was a house with many teenagers and men. From them, I also learned to give blowjobs and give my ass without stopping or moaning. I do not complain about being put in this place and role. I like being the slut and treated as such. All the humiliation, the fucking and the beatings only made me horny and happy. Growing up like this, I learned from my family who I am, what a slut faggot like me is for, and how much it's worth.
When I turned 18, my mother told me I should travel to the nearest big city because she had gotten me a job with an uncle, a brother of hers I hadn't met yet.
She gave me a sealed letter, an old suitcase with two t-shirts, a pair of underwear, and shorts, and put me on a bus. When I got there, I walked to the address I had memorized for my uncle, a bar.
The uncle was sitting at a small table in the bar. He wasn't very welcoming or friendly, he was very direct.
- You're Silvana's little faggot son, aren't you?
- Yes, I am.
- You brought the letter she sent, didn't you?
I handed him the envelope, and he opened it and read it.
- You little shit, do you understand that your mother sent you here to work with me?
- Yes, she told me you had a job for me.
- No, it's not a job; she just sold you to me. You're going to be my whore.
- She didn't explain much to me; she just told me to come here and give you this envelope. She said you had a job for me.
- That's right, but don't expect it to be a job. You're stupid, illiterate and gay, you're a fucking whore, you understand?
- I expected something else, I didn't expect this, but I'm going to have to accept it, right? Do I have another alternative?
- I already paid her, you're mine.
He and his helpers took me behind the bar, ripped off my clothes and fucked me brutally.
I was chained up and collared, and held captive in a warehouse behind the bar.
What my "uncle" did was put me in a van and took me to farms, clubs and construction sites to be fucked and abused by groups of drunk and cruel men.
I was beaten, fucked and had to suck the dirtiest and most sticky cocks while being slapped and pissed on.
My mother actually sold me to this guy, I never saw the color of money.
