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It was 8th grade. I wasn't allowed to ride the bus, due to my repetition of throwing kids' backpacks out the window. So, as you would expect, I had to find another means of transportation to get me to and from school. Unfortunately, I had to opt for riding with my neighbor Steven, in his mother's station wagon. It was Steven's crank smoking mother who made the ride so uncomfortable. If she wasn't spitting on us and referring to us as little fag monkeys, she was stopping in the pits of hell to score some speed or crank.
Anyhow, it was the last day of school and Steven and I were waiting for his mother, who was late as usual. At this point Steven, who wasn't even a friend of mine, began urging me to walk home. I really just ignored him, as I usually did. Well, up until the point his mother's "dragon wagon" came screaming into the parking lot damn near hitting an autistic boy in a wheelchair. At this point, I became a little concerned. However, something told me to get in the wagon, which I did.
The entire ride home Steven's cum dumpster of a mother cackled, and rambled about how she just got her hands on some "good shit". Steven had already cuffed his hands over his ears, so I doubt he heard a word. I, myself, began praying to God.
The ride up from the driveway to the garage seemed like an eternity. I knew something odd was going to happen. What came next, I never could have imagined in my wildest dreams. The instance, the very instance, that car came to a stop; Steven bolted inside the house without even looking back. I wasn't so lucky. I made a valiant attempt to dash out of the garage, but was stopped short when that beast of a woman hit me in the back of the head with a shovel. Before I could yell White Trash Rape, she was on top of me, choking me with a torn up garden hose.
The level of fright I was experiencing could never be appropriately described with words alone. To say the least, it was a wonder I didn't shit and piss myself. This bitch was manhandling me like Michael Jackson would Emmanuel Lewis. She began tearing my clothes off the way a five year old opens their presents on Christmas morning. I was so terrified at this point that there was no way I was going to be able to achieve a hard on (which was her M/O), and she knew it. Her solution? Stab a #2 pencil into my piss hole, and inside the shaft of my penis. Tears of pain and humiliation streamed down my face like white water rapids. And behind the bumber of the "dragon wagon" is where she began riding me like the barfly she was. I blacked out (or so it seemed).
When I came to (woke up, you sick bastards), I realized she was carving her initials in my back with an icepick. She then proceeded to kick my teeth in and call me Shirley. I laid there crying, a bloody, carved up mess. At which point, she exclaimed, "You better stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about". I knew she was serious.
She then went on to explain that it was just a hard lesson of life. She said she did me more of a favor, than I did for her. She told me, although she achieved an orgasm, I had achieved something so much more valuable... my MANHOOD! And with knowing that, I felt okay. Yeah, I was in pain from being fucked in the ass with a weedeater and stabbed in the nuts with a yard dart, but I was a man. That day I became a MAN! Now send me some motherfucking traffic!
