I should be a happy, satisfied man. I’ve been in a very long, one can say everlasting sexual relationship. Except it’s a rather forced thing and well, parts of it should definitely be illegal.

The problem is, my partner’s name is System. You can’t sue the System, even for statutory rape. Yes, I was fucked by the System for 12 years when I was still a minor. Years, that should have been the best time of my life. During which I was supposed to grow and expand my horizons. I still managed to carve out small amounts of time and space for myself so I’m not a complete wreck and (hopefully) not yet a total junkie. But now the roles have changed.

Now I am doing the fucking in this relationship.

The System is lost. It cannot comprehend what is happening. What is that peculiar sensation. I tell you what. It’s fucking. You (The System) are being fucked.

Of course I have to watch out. The System has defense mechanisms, which were immediately activated to fight against me. But I know them too well. After all, I was fucked by them on an almost daily basis for so many years. It’s payback time. One day the roles may change again, but it will be a long time from now.

There is only one thing I am hoping for in this extremely toxic relationship. I can live with being fucked, fucking, not fucking, blowjobs, handjobs, legjobs, earjobs, whatever you can name and imagine. I can do threesomes, foursomes, all kinds of kinky stuff. Just please, PLEASE…

Let there be no kids.