t the age of eighteen I moved out of the house, I was sure I knew it all, my Mom had met this guy, he was good looking for sure but he wanted to tell me how to live my life. I moved in with my boyfriend at the time, this lasted for just shy of three months.
He moved out and left me high and dry, I was not about to call my Mom or him for help with rent, I met this other guy who seemed nice at first. Well that lasted a whole two weeks, the first few weeks he and I had amazing sex with each other.
The only thing was he would get mad at the smallest thing, I was sucking his cock at the time when he did this, I scraped his cock with my teeth, not on purpose. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off of his cock and slapped me in the face.
"Stupid fucking queer suck it properly, don't you know how to suck a cock, a fucking whore like you? you do that again and I will seriously fucking hurt you."
I was so very careful after this, I treated his cock like it would break if I did anything wrong to it. Of course it did not end there, it never does, but it was a lesson I would have to learn. He seemed to find any reason to hit me, it was usually in the stomach or in my chest, legs places that I could hide the bruises and marks.
The last time he came at me I was sure he was out to kill me, I called home and Mom was at work, Tom my stepdad answered, he could tell by the sound of my voice I was in trouble. I told him I was locked in the bathroom and he was trying to break down the door to get to me.
Tom hung up and was at the apartment in minutes, Barry had gotten me out of the bathroom and put me thru a few rounds. When Tom walked in he had me cornered in the living room, he came up behind Barry and grabbed him by the throat.
Barry tried to fight back but with Tom's long reach he could not actually hit him, try as he may his fists hit nothing but Tom's muscular arms.
He told me to get in the truck, I had my stuff packed I knew I had to get out sooner than later. Tom waited for me to be outside of the apartment before he did anything to Barry. He lifted him off of his feet and took him in the bedroom and taught him a very valuable lesson.
Tom would not tell me what he did to Barry, but he told me he would never bother me ever again, and no he did not kill him. I was sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, I was hurt and in pain, Tom came to my side of the truck and opened my door.
"Are you okay Billy? Did he seriously hurt you? Tell me you're okay please."
I was in a lot of pain but I did not want to tell him how badly he had hurt me, Tom pulled me out of the truck and held me close to his warm body. The hug made me break down, I could not hold back, Tom held me tight and told me I was safe as long as he was alive.
I melted into this man, he really was a hero to me right now, Tom got me back in the truck and he drove straight to the local hospital. I protested but he told me I had to make sure nothing was broken or that I did not have any internal injuries.
The police were called and Tom talked to the sheriff, he told him how he had went and rescued me, from the bad situation I was in, he also told the sheriff how he had taught Barry a valuable lesson on how to treat people properly.