In the moments after Maria Lawton plunged that needle into one of my bulging veins something extraordinary happened... It was as if the drug was liberating me... Mentally and physically... I wanted to fully consume life without scruples... I wanted to be me and nothing would stand in my way...

Then I set about breaking free... I put my gorgeous, powerful man's body to the test... I knew that if I failed I would be sobbing and broken in front of Maria Lawton and my mother... My cock would be soft... I'd be a defeated boy and I'd be a sobbing little cry baby... But I summoned all my strength and all the power of a beautiful, muscular mature male body... I fought for freedom... My rope was bulging almost to the point of explosion... My pecs were pumping... My abs were knotted and screamiing in pain... My lovely cut cock had broken free of its pouch and its triumph or defeat would be seen by all... My scrotum was tight with effort and my perfect balls were totally visible... In the middle of it all, so geat was the intensity of my effort, my ciock released a series of piss jets...

And then the chains broke ... My manhood had triumphed and I was victorious... My cock was heavy and proud and large... It was the cock of a warrior... A warrior who has never known defeat whilst unmanning many rivals... It was a beautiful cock of pride and power... The power of my sexuality seemed immense... And my thoughts were free...

I realised that what I most want is filth and pervesion... I want to transgress and embrace the darkness that has always tempted me... With that in mind I went over to a sobbing Thelma on the cross and spat in her face...

TO BE CONTINUED