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 From an early age, I knew that I was different from the other boys at educational facility, because I was gay and submissive. My mother raised me and my brothers alone, operational tirelessly, and when she saw that I was a sissy, she took me out of school and put me in charge 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 dirty 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 night to someone fucking me or pissing on me.

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