Chained

(All names have been altered.)

At the age of 18 I ran away from home. It was then I found out that being chained up in a basement was not typical upbringing for a boy through out his life. I remember one of the first times it happened. Kent was disappointed in me. I was not the boy that he wanted me to be. He took me down to his basement and at first just tied me to a support beam. There were nights I sat their in my briefs until I soiled them. When I did he would take off his belt untie me to face the beam while he worked. At first it was his belt. My back bruised and there parts that started to bleed. . .

He continued to go for what seemed like hours most days. If he was really mad he would get the bat. Hard enough to bruise but not break anything....

I was what he viewed a a gay little boy...

Little did he know that I have never been gay nor wanted to be. It is a common misconception for boys that appear to be weak.

Thats what I was, weak, pathetic, little bastard, pin cushin, his bitch, you name it. it happened.