So... Where should I begin from? Well, I'm Richard. Ok, so men are superior. No doubt about it. That's how the hierarchy works. Men have always been at the top, and women at bottom. Talking about hierarchy, there was a time in history when women literally quit their jobs to start prostitution, hoping they'd make more money that way.
But men didn't pay them and they just got treated worse. Well that's what they got for bitching around. They couldn't earn anything, so they started going back to their regular paying jobs, where of course they got used, but at least they got paid.
Chapter : 1 - Naked and Afraid
THURSDAY
I never miss my classes. I go everyday, so sometimes I witness some interesting things. I got up from my bed as usual, had my coffee. Didn't even had breakfast because my mom is hospitalized for some injury. Pretty sure my dad who is a literal mother fucker beat her. I took my bike and left, my college isn't too far from my house.
First few periods was totally boring. After that I had some lunch and went back to class.
Classes are over for today. While I was on my way to take my bike, I had to pee, so I went to the toilet. Why is the toilet crowded? Bunch of seniors and other sophomores were standing there around two students. They call this the "Naked and afraid". It's an entertainment for the seniors. Basically a face off between two weak boys. Whoever wins will then have a face off with a naked girl, thus getting it the name naked and afraid. You either win by beating the girl or by fucking her. It's a pretty rough and unfair game.
I took a piss and couldn't leave. I had to watch the fight. It's the second round of the match, with a naked girl. I just started watching, but the fight was already over. Surprisingly, the girl won. A girl? Winning? Like hell they would be satisfied with it. Someone pushed me in and another guy who looked too lean. I get why they pushed that guy in to fight, because he looks weak. But why me? I'm not that weak.
The fight started, and I obviously had the upper hand. He tried to kick me. But I caught his leg, abd threw a punch right to his stomach. He fell down in a fetal position. Looks like I won. Now what? Oh. The second round. The girl clearly doesn't want to do it. But eh like anyone cares. She has to fight. She looks like a B cups, I like it.
The fight started. A wise man once said, "Give me a man, I'll break his head. Give me a woman, I'll break her pussy". This fight doesn't look that hard. You know what is hard?
I pushed her down with a force, and I unzipped my pants. I locked her hands with my palm, she's in a crucified form. She tried to hold her legs tight together to prevent me from penetrating. Lotta crowd noise , sounds like they're cheering for me. Since she had her legs tight, and I can't take my hands off of her hands otherwise she would lock my head, I used my feet and spread her legs wide enough for my cock to enter her. I forced myself in.
She screamed and shouted to get me off of her, but no use, she can't move under me. All I had to do was cum in her to win. I fucked her hard and fast. I came. If she ain't on birth control, that ain't my fault. Not like getting an abortion is hard. I got up, she's still lying down breathing heavily. I kinda feel bad that I did it, probably just post nut clarity. I got out of there as everyone was still making noise for my win.
I enjoyed that match. I went to take my bike again. I started to drive back home. As I was riding nearby a school, some random man out of the school with a gun came running and stopped me and hopped on the back seat. "Keep moving until I say stop", he said in a rush with a gun pointed to my back. Now I could ask him who is he or why the hurry, but I'm not one to take risks. One pull on the trigger I'm dead.
I kept shut and dropped that dirty asshole somewhere down the road. Now I have to take a long way home, what a pain. That man was probably a killer, but he won't be caught anytime soon, coz the quality of law and order here is just that great. I'm gonna kill that bastard someday.
I got home.
"Who's dick were you sucking for so long, son", my dad asked me in that irritating tone of his. "Why does it matter to you cunt", I replied and went my room. I hate him. I will never forget the things he did to me. Maybe I should murder this bastard first.
I sat down near my desk. Looking out the window, my mind goes blank. I started to have visuals again.
I'm 8 years old. I can barely feel any *h$&¥¢# on me. I'm u+#$¥% inside a room, I #fh4#&+@€¥ kept knocking the door calling out to my mom for help. I was afraid.
I snap back, with a spoiled mood, I can't think of anything better to do, so I just went to sleep. It's been an hour, I still can't sleep. Why my dad is even home today? He rarely visits. That piece of fuck. Maybe I'll just read a book or something. Just when I thought I'm having a good day after that toilet match, that gunman gets a free ride outta me and now this motherfucker shows up. I want to fuck. Damn it.