Letting out the animal...

I think I just worked up a new book to write, today, without meaning to. Did it as a poem, inspired by a very NSFW image that I don't think I can share on this blog. Everyone's become so puritanical. You don't really see anything, in the original, but it's very obvious what's happening, so I cropped the image and I'm only posting half. I also darkened it.

• When they grabbed Freddy, they had knives.
• Which made no sense; they all had wives.
• But blindfolded, and gagged and bound
• Off he was taken, with no sound
• Into a room, so dark and strange
• Where he received no chance to change.
• Instead his clothes were cut away 
• And they took turns with him, all day. 
• "We knew you'd take it up the ass 
• And in your mouth, despite your sass," 
• The leader said, his third release 
• Inside of Freddy yet to cease. 
• "The way you fit your jeans was right, 
• So we'll be keeping you all night, 
• Until we're done, then you will know 
• We own you and won't let you go." 
• This made no sense at all. The lad 
• Did not know what he had done bad 
• To make them hurt him. "Well, you're gay," 
• The man said, "and that's why you'll stay." 
• "Then so are you," our boy cried back. 
• That only led them to attack 
• Him harder. "Don't say we are that," 
• The leader snarled. "No more chitchat. 
• Since you're the one who's fucked, not us. 
• So there is nothing to discuss. 
• We'll keep you. Use you till we're done. 
• And then we'll find another one 
• Who's just like you to fuck around. 
• And you'll be six feet underground." 
• No fucking way, our Freddy thought. 
• No man will treat me like I'm bought 
• To be used and then merely trashed. 
• I will escape. Get your lives crashed 
• To stop your evil ways and means, 
• And show you nothing's as it seems. 
• For six weeks Freddy was their boy, 
• And he made sure to bring them joy 
• Despite his hatred of the group. 
• Then one fine night he got the scoop.
• The next day, he would leave this earth 
• In spirit. But he had no dearth 
• Of plans to get away from them 
• And not surrender to their whim. 
• That's what he did. His secret kept 
• Until the day all those men wept 
• Before the courts. He told the tale 
• And all of them went straight to jail. 
• Then Freddy said, "I'll write a book
• And in it you can have a look 
• At all the evil done to me 
• Because I'm gay, and I am free."