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 From an early age, I knew that I was diverse from the other boys at university, because I was gay and yielding. My mother raised me and my brothers alone, functional tirelessly, and when she saw that I was a sissy, she took me out of school and set me in accuse 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 unclean 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 evening to someone fucking me or pissing on me.

My mother left early and came back belated at night. The only people who lived in the house were my four brothers and three cousins. It was a residence with many teenagers and men. From them, I also learned to hand blowjobs and offer my ass without stopping or moaning. I do not complain about organism put in this place and role. I like creature the slut and treated as such. All the humiliation, the fucking and the beatings only made me horny and happy. Growing up like