Paul's Third World (Trigger Warning)

Hi, I'm Paul, and this is my story. I told some of my story in the main blog, before. I live in three worlds - outside the system's body, inside the system, and in a third world that doesn't have to do with Meronym at all. I think I need to tell about that world. But it's not a nice story. There's abuse and drugs and rape and all kinds of ugly things. So you may not want to read it. The me in this outside world right now, I don't think I know everything about the Third World right now. Some of it I learned as I was typing it. So I might change or add things. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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I'm eight years old. My mom and I live with Uncle. I don't think he's really my uncle; he's just somebody that picked mom up and got stuck with a couple of kids in the bargain. But he takes care of Mom and keeps her off the drugs. I actually go to school most of the time now. My brother is three. He's too young for school, but he's in daycare while Mom goes to work. Uncle just sits slobbering on the couch. He's fat and hairy and smelly. He drinks a lot of beer. Sometimes, when it's time for bed, he tells me to be ready. He calls me Boy, like he doesn't know my name. When he tells me to be ready, it means I can't wear my pajama bottoms after I get in bed, and I have to make sure I have some stuff near the bed. When Mom gets to sleep, Uncle comes in and covers my mouth and wakes me up. He wants me to be quiet so we don't wake up my brother. If I'm good, if I'm ready, he'll use some lube before he shoves his prick into my butt. If I'm bad, he'll do it anyway, but without the lube, and it hurts a lot more. If I make noise, he'll cover up my mouth so I can't breathe. Sometimes I pass out. Uncle likes to play with my little-boy penis. I wish he would just get on with it and finish. It hurts and makes me cry some, but he likes it if I wiggle and try to get away from him. So I try to be quiet and still. We wrote up how it happens like a story, if you want to read it.

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I'm fourteen, and in High School. Uncle went away; Mom said he's not coming back for a long time, or never. He never did mess with my brother, not that I could find out. When I get older, like sixteen, I can get a job, and take care of Mom and my brother. I don't have many friends in school. I had this one, but I went over to his house one day, and his Dad said I could stay overnight. He gave us both beers, then made me suck his cock late that night, said he'd tell people and get me in trouble for drinking. I didn't even like the beer; he shoulda just offered me cash. Sometimes I can pick up some extra money sucking guys' cocks at the bar, if I can get in without being carded. Somebody'll usually leave the back door open for me to get in.

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I'm five years old. I don't have a brother yet. Mom tells the men that I'm six, like it makes a difference, that whole year. On the good nights it's just me and mom, in our place in the projects, snuggled up in bed. But when Mom needs money or drugs, there's men in the house. If they have enough money or drugs for her, she stays downstairs and tells me to go to her room. The man will come upstairs and play with me. I don't know the men; it's usually a different one each time. Sometimes they tickle me and hug me while they take my clothes off. Some just look at me or touch me all over. Some of them make me lay on my belly and they hurt my bottom. When they get done, I get an ice cream.

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I'm eleven years old. My brother has started school now, but we still share a room. I told Uncle that he can come to me anytime he wants as long as he leaves my brother alone, but if he messes with the kid he'll have to kill me, because I'll tell. I'm not afraid of him anymore, not after my eleventh birthday. Anyways, he drinks so much that he can't get it up half the time. When he does, I just lay there until he gets done and think about homework or something.