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... Ken had proved far different than I had supposed. ** Ken had scared me since that first night, the night of the fight. Kyle was mean, but Ken seemed almost evil. I remembered him leaning over Dad on the couch, using his big fist to show Dad how Ali cut an opponent. Ken looked like a man who liked to hurt people, like he enjoyed inflicting pain. That first night with Kyle he was mean, sadistic and brutal. For the first few days, Ken just watched me with Kyle. He didn't even make me suck his dick again, all he did when the four of us were together was make Dad lick his ass. But I knew it was coming. Even though he kept away from me there was a feeling I got from him, a look he had when he and Dad were watching me suck Kyle off. Yes, I knew it was coming - sooner or later he was going to put that big thing of his right up my ass. I'd heard Dad's screams, I'd watched Dad limp down the hallway after an hour at their place and I knew. One way or another, Ken would get himself all the way inside me, even if it meant killing me. But no, it didn't happen that way at all. Kyle met me downstairs one day, but when we got to his apartment, his father told him to go to his room and leave the two of us alone. Kyle looked shocked. He became sullen, he started to say something but Ken stopped him with a low growl: "Get the fuck in your room." I was terrified -- I started shaking while Ken sauntered lazily over to the entertainment center and put a tape on. What was he going to do? I forgot ...

... completely about his fucking me. No, there was something he was going to do that was so ugly that it couldn't be seen. He turned back and started towards me, and I started to gag. I looked down as he approached. Then I felt his big hand on my neck. An electric jolt ripped through my body as I started to jump away. But his other hand leaped like a stinger, closing around my shoulders and he pulled me hard against him. "Please." I sobbed. I thought he was going to strangle me. I fought to get away, both of my hands were pushing against his belly but it was futile - one of his long arms was coiled around my back, keeping me tight against him. And his other hand was still on the back of my neck, pulling my face against his chest. I knew that hand was big enough to close full around my neck. A scream welled up inside me, but my body had no breath to release it. And then his fingers started moving on my neck. Slowly, softly they moved. "Sssssssh," he said. He was sliding the tips of his fingers along the skin beneath my ear, leaving a wake of warmth as they moved. "Sssssssh," he said. "Be still, boy." My body was stretched between two extreme sensations: his right arm pulled me tight, but those fingers were still rubbing the skin on my neck softly. The tape started playing, the soft deep sounds of "Sexual Healing" "I won't hurt you, boy." I could feel the vibrations of his deep voice in his chest. And then he released the pressure on my back. I could feel the muscles in his arm ...