KoreyS
Bluelighter
I've had previous unpleasant black-outs while taking a combination of drugs I know I shouldn't be mixing - the worst always being DXM and alcohol. What was I thinking trying to get a quick jerk in at the computer while on the come-up of what I was hoping to be an earth-shatteringly profound dex trip? No clue. I mean, fuck, I was drunk and dexed. And not that the sites I had been visiting for a while now were any secret. I had told my family a couple years ago I was a faggot. But hetero or homo, who wants to be caught passed out, clutching their dick with their pants down at the computer with porn on? I could literally feel my brain begin to shut down from the psychoactives...
Most people I knew had a memory that could span back to around age 4 or 5. I had very vivid memories of being as young as 2. I remember barely being able to walk when I would sit and stare curiously at the back of my uncle's homosexual porn tapes. That interest from such an early age was only a glimpse of what was to come by the time I reached adulthood. I never repressed any of these bizarre childhood memories - at least not from myself. I just repressed them from everyone else. I pondered long and hard on these childhood memories for what seemed like an eternity.
A faint voice began to sound seemingly from nowhere - a man's voice. It got louder but I couldn't trace where it was coming from. "When I say, you will open your eyes and abandon all recollection of what happened from when the hypnosis began to now".
Without warning, I was gazing forward at over a dozen men glaring back at me. Their hands and faces were hidden beneath black hooded cloaks. Some carried machettes and large knives. One was even gripping a double-barrel shotgun that was aimed right for my head. One of the men stepped forward and bellowed, "You know we hate faggots, right?' He reached for my throat and held a steel hook above his head with the other hand.
"Aww fuck!" I shrieked. I threw my head back, noticing that mysteriously, the numbers on the digital clock mounted on the wall were mere chicken scratch.
"Again? Don't you ever get enough?" I heard my boyfriend Jaque question from beside me. My body heaved forward 'til I was sitting up drenched in sweat with my heart thumping.
Thank goodness. I was in bed. Safe in bed. I reached over to the left to snuggle Jaque. Pain seared through my jaw as the tip of the handgun he jammed in my mouth smashed me in the front tooth. My vision went black...
There he was, in all his unholy glory: his infernal majesty, sporting massive horns, cloven hooves, a pair of tits and a 20 inch flaccid phallus that fell over a sack of dangling testes. He stroked his shaft and it begin to grow and stiffen. He gave me a sinister smirk and I knew exactly what I was in store for.
"Somebody fuckin' kill me now," I sobbed.
"Bahaha. Kill you? How does that work fag-boy? You've reached the last stop now."
Most people I knew had a memory that could span back to around age 4 or 5. I had very vivid memories of being as young as 2. I remember barely being able to walk when I would sit and stare curiously at the back of my uncle's homosexual porn tapes. That interest from such an early age was only a glimpse of what was to come by the time I reached adulthood. I never repressed any of these bizarre childhood memories - at least not from myself. I just repressed them from everyone else. I pondered long and hard on these childhood memories for what seemed like an eternity.
A faint voice began to sound seemingly from nowhere - a man's voice. It got louder but I couldn't trace where it was coming from. "When I say, you will open your eyes and abandon all recollection of what happened from when the hypnosis began to now".
Without warning, I was gazing forward at over a dozen men glaring back at me. Their hands and faces were hidden beneath black hooded cloaks. Some carried machettes and large knives. One was even gripping a double-barrel shotgun that was aimed right for my head. One of the men stepped forward and bellowed, "You know we hate faggots, right?' He reached for my throat and held a steel hook above his head with the other hand.
"Aww fuck!" I shrieked. I threw my head back, noticing that mysteriously, the numbers on the digital clock mounted on the wall were mere chicken scratch.
"Again? Don't you ever get enough?" I heard my boyfriend Jaque question from beside me. My body heaved forward 'til I was sitting up drenched in sweat with my heart thumping.
Thank goodness. I was in bed. Safe in bed. I reached over to the left to snuggle Jaque. Pain seared through my jaw as the tip of the handgun he jammed in my mouth smashed me in the front tooth. My vision went black...
There he was, in all his unholy glory: his infernal majesty, sporting massive horns, cloven hooves, a pair of tits and a 20 inch flaccid phallus that fell over a sack of dangling testes. He stroked his shaft and it begin to grow and stiffen. He gave me a sinister smirk and I knew exactly what I was in store for.
"Somebody fuckin' kill me now," I sobbed.
"Bahaha. Kill you? How does that work fag-boy? You've reached the last stop now."
