Some Call It Breakfast

He forces my mouth open...
and slaps me twice to obey.
I give up and give in as
there is no point in fighting.

He out weights me nearly 200lbs.
He's not the only one in the room.
It's fucking hopeless.  It's happened
before and it will happen now!

It's a familiar taste.  It shouldn't be...
It's sour, salty and rotten.  I am not
allowed to spit...OBVIOUSLY!
I'm not allowed to say no!

I hope I don't gag because I am
not allowed to gag, either!  Will
it be just him? Or all of his dirty
filthy stinking ugly nasty friends?

He calls it "feeding me breakfast"...
and all five men line up.  He shouts
for mom and she comes to watch.
Smirking, she holds the leather belt.