At this point I became the official property of Child Services.  I was their new slice of pizza. You heard about the 300 pound pervert that delivered the pizza, now comes the 300 pound lady that runs the parlor. There was little paperwork involved, or anything that even slightly resembled formalities.  It was sit down, shut up and do what she tells me to do, and she did tell me what to do right off. I was face down between her big legs before I had even gotten the taste of the delivery driver out of my mouth.

              Once she was done with me she sent me off to the next person, the guy that delivered me.  He was now my official placement officer.  His tiny office was hardly big enough for his fat ass, but he was more than happy to squeeze me in, or under his desk. That was when I learned the lesson do not bite, accidently or not. He was quick with the bitch slap but at least it was never close fisted like before.

              The next day after sleeping on a cot in a hallway, he delivered me to my first Foster care home. Or as I soon found out, the first of my prisons. Right off the couple had me get cleaned up.  Little did I know that there was an inspection after my bath, which I did not pass.  Now they took it upon themselves to do the washing for me. I could tell they were very much enjoying having a tiny wide eyed blonde silent kid to scrub on. Oh, I was clean by the time they were done with me, that’s for sure.

              I got dressed in what I thought was really nice clothes, but I had only known rags up until then. Then fed a small bowl of mac and cheese which was heaven to me. I even got to set between them and watch some television while she fiddled with my clothes and he gently stroked my hair.  I could have been so happy with all that because I had never been treated so well in my life.

              Then it happened. As we were watching the TV I noticed the man start to open his pants and once more I was flashed with someone’s manhood. His wife was the one to guide my hand over and place it up his cock. She was very gentle and used a kind voice as she told me to play with her husband’s dick. Then it was just kiss it, which lead to try to put it in my mouth.  Before long I was bobbing up and down on him until he got off in my mouth.

              The next night it was the same thing, but each night the gentle voice got a little rougher. She no longer eased me over, but shoved my face into his lap as she told me to suck his dick and before long it wasn’t just as we watch TV, it was all over the house that he wanted me to suck him off. After about a week I was not only doing him, but his friends as well. That went on for about six months and I don’t know if they grew tired of me or the fat guy wanted to sale me to someone different.

              But one day he showed up and carted me off to my second Faster home. Apparently there was some kind of sales pitch involved because there was only this one old man in the house and my placement officer made me suck him off in front of the guy before he agreed to leave me there.  The fat man wasn’t much out the door before this big dick was right in my face and I was being told to go down on it.  He wasn’t gentle about it as he shoved himself down my throat.

              I was curled up in a corner after he was done with me when I noticed a lady come in. They argued about me being there but I could tell he was giving the orders so they were now my owners. That night I found out it wasn’t going to be just blow jobs, and that I was really going to miss my last home. He was on top of me humping away as his wife came and left the room several time like it was nothing.             

              That was a very long six months.  I’m sure I lost a lot of weight because I was seldom feed a decent meal all the time I was there. So when fat man showed up to remove me, I was anything but unhappy about it. I thought that was as bad as it could get.  Boy was I wrong.

              I spend a week at the center before I was shipped out again.  That week was easy, I was fed and fat man had such a small dick it was nothing to just do a blow and go each day to get by.  Then he put me in his car and once again we stop at a couples house.  It was nice looking, mowed grass, good location and all that.  Completely out of place for what I’ve seen so far.

              Inside I meet this nice couple who just looked like a normal family.  I had no idea this was going to be a fucking nightmare. They were complete sadist.  They took please in burning me with cigarettes on any part of my body that wasn’t normally seen. How no one heard all the screams coming from my lips is beyond me. It wasn’t a week of that before I ran away my first time.  I had to.  I knew in my heart they were going to one day just kill me and laugh about it.  They were just that sick.

              Well, it isn’t that hard to find someone my age and looks running down the street like a roadrunner.  The police that picked me up at must have been told not to listen to my story because  they didn’t even try to hear my side of it.  Yes, for once in my younger years I was willing to talk, but no one would listen. They just dropped me back off at the center where fatso was waiting with open arms.

              For punishment I was locked in a room with two black boys twice my age overnight. You get the picture there I’m sure. Then more time between the boss lady’s legs before I was again hauled off.  Running off seemed to be something they did not like and I was told so in so many terms.  To add to my chastisement they picked my new jailers to fit the crime.

              This home was by far the worse of them all. It was very secure and escape would be not only difficult, but it was in the middle of nowhere.  I was there for one reason and one reason alone. This couple had an adult handicapped child living with them.  I don’t know about all the disabilities but this guy wasn’t an easy going happy kind.  He was nonverbal and very hostile to others and he would hit and bit all the time.  They would hold me down naked as he climbed on top of me and did his thing.  His thing involved drooling, animal like thrust into me, screams that drove me crazy, alone with bits to my neck and arms and sometimes even him peeing on me.  If I had to pick between him and a Doberman, I would have picked the dog. It was that bad. This alone contributed to my insanity more than anything else.   

              I didn’t care if I had to walk a hundred miles, I had to get away from that. So once again, I ran.  Half naked and very afraid I hitched the first ride that came along and begged them to take me far away.  I was lucky because the trucker that picked me up was the first normal human being that I had ever met. Right away he gave me clothes, offered what food he had with him and never once did he try to take advantage of me. He even offered for me to sleep in the back of the cab.  I didn’t know that could happen. 

              It was several hours of peaceful sleep later that it all came to end.  I learned you cannot out run a police radio.  One road block later I’m back in the back seat of a police car heading back.