The Dreams were the worst part of it!
I got flashes, like when they set the Disco Ball spinning and everything flickes, and you seem to be moving like Charlie Chaplin, and all you get is about 1 second of light and then black and then another, but everything's changed during the black and it's all different, and that's what it's like and even the faces are different and the noise and the lights changing from red to blue to blinding white and when it's black you can feel the weight of it heavy and dense.
So if you want details, who am I? I wasn't all there.
I saw faces, looming over and pressed right against mine, but all distorted like those mirrors, you know, the reverse side of a shaving mirror – my Dad's got one, I think it was from IKEA. And the music banging away in my ears, and the smell and the sweet incense and the pot and the sweat – everybody's sweat smells and tastes different, did you know that? Just like their spunk and their piss. Someone must've drank an awful lot of red wine cos my tee-shirt's stained and it's not just the wine it's red piss. You can taste it. And the spunk in my hair's all sticky, God knows whose that was.
And they all must've used me, all of me – Mouth, Bum, See You Next Tuesday!
Cos only me and Pavel were there!
But All the Men were.
And they were fucking happy. And they were happy fucking.
It must've been something in the bottle George gave me before we went to Graham's, cos when the air hit me outside, I just sort of went floppy, and my legs wouldn't work and George had to hold me up – which wouldn't be hard cos he's a lot bigger and I'm only little and he must've hoisted me up, I think Graham helped and they got me in and they were all there, all the Men and just Pavel sitting in the floor, and they all gave a Cheer when George put me in the middle beside Pavel and I think he was looking a bit scared but when he saw me he took my hand and smiled – like he maybe thought I could look after him.
That's a laugh!
I couldn't look after me, let alone a Boy.
 
But I do remember when they got him to fuck me – I think they'd given him something, cos his cock got quite big and firm – of course it was still only a little boy compared to the Men's. They were all naked too, standing around us while Graham guided Pavel's cock into me and I think someone was holding me and Graham was helping Pavel to shag me and I don't know if he managed on his own but when he came, I saw his face and he was crying and big wet tears fell on my face and I somehow think I managed to wrap my arms round him, like I was gonna keep him safe, and then.....
That was probably when I got the first Spit-Roasting.





 
They all took turns to fuck me and the ones who weren't fucking me were fucking Pavel, but obviously he could only accommodate two at a time, with his mouth and his bum. Oh, yes, they spit-roasted him first, and then me, and then we were on the floor, well, George was under me, with Big George up my See You Next Tuesday and someone else up my Bum, and someone else in my mouth and I felt like gagging. And I knew there were only the five of them but it was like a Merry-Go—Round with them all swapping places and I could see me and Pavel were both slippery with cum and the Men were all laughing and cheering and having a great time, and me and Pavel were crying and screaming and begging them to stop, but that just seemed to make them rougher and I must have passed out, cos I came too with someone slapping my face, and someone else spreading
 



my legs, and another time I felt like I was being strangled, and I kept passing out but the noises in my head got louder and the Caravan was spinning and Pavel was howling in terror and the men were chanting and I saw Martin and another guy had Pavel on his back on the floor and Martin was fucking Pavel's Bum going at it like a Fury, with his legs hoisted up and over his shoulders, and the other guy seemed to be doing press-ups but with his cock in Pavel's mouth and ramming it right down his throat and that must have been when I really passed out, cos I don't see anything more, which must have been when I got beaten up and pissed on and that was the last I saw of Pavel.
And I wonder why I didn't ask George about him. Maybe I was afraid to.
I'm going to ask Dr Montgomery, because Pavel was his Boy and he must know how he is. And if I can see him, because I really need to know if he's okay.
I'm scared!