The story of a totally in-control dad. He disciplines everyone in the house using his dick… And hands. Freeuse and brutal.
My dad’s always been abusive. I’m a 22 year old guy from Canada, and I grew up in a kind of household where rape was very commonly used to discipline people. But it’s rarely the actual motivation anymore.
Let’s go to the beginning. My earliest memory was of my dad yelling at my mom, dragging her to a separate room, and hearing loud noises. I always assumed beating, but it was obviously more than that. She didn’t just walk out with a red cheek, she also had no clothes on. And this was quite regular.
Soon, it leeched its way out into the more common parts of the house. As a 4 year old, I watched my dad slap my mom really hard for giving him “bitter” coffee in the morning. As a 5 year old, I watched my dad shove his fingers inside her panties at dinner if she got a little loud. As a 6 year old, I watched as he tied her to the sofa and kicked her naked butt with his leather shoes while berating her for being a horrible wife.
That was also the year I witnessed my first rape. He entered her with as much aggression as he exhibited while beating her. She cried quietly, which was new. And it was all unfolding on the living room couch. I also wasn’t totally shocked – it seemed like a totally reasonable chain of events. I reasoned that she probably burnt the roast or something. I put aside my roller skates and sat down to watch. I liked it.
The rest of the year was a blur, but this became a common occurrence. Not just the low-volume rape, but all the abuse. It kept piling up.
She became pregnant when I was 7. I got my baby brother when I was 8. I pretty much babysat him entirely by myself, because she was too tired and my dad was hardly interested in any parental duties. I suppose that’s why we’re so close. But more on him later. His name’s Jaidev. He’s 14 now and a total babe.
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Until i was 10, my dad never tried to discipline me. In fact, we barely talked. He just beckoned a lot, and spoke with his eyes. But that’s the year my mom got sick, and couldn’t take charge of me or my brother. The house was a mess. My dad never took kindly to messes. He was completely dismissive of my mother’s failing health. The first thing he did was, check her out of the hospital as fast as he could. While she recuperated, he assigned her house work to me. He was very cold to her too, as if she was at fault for getting sick. He slapped her while she had a fever and pumped his seed into her every night even then. But he just gave me work. And i performed, fearing that I might be subject to this treatment soon.
Inevitably, she recovered, and was pregnant again. Things were supposed to go back to normal, but my dad had grown accustomed to me doing chores, so that stuck. And along with the increased responsibility, came increased accountability.
He’d slapped me before if I’d even been unruly of course, but i was a very calm child generally, so not a very common occurrence.
Oh, but when he slapped a 10 year old me for not polishing his shoes right, i was shocked.
On top of that, he pulled my shorts down and spanked me there and then. He wet his finger in his mouth and shoved it deep up my butt. (I’d taken a shower just before, so I was very clean). I cried and whimpered and moaned. I wasn’t sure I could control my mouth at that point. One finger led to four, and he let me go after that. But I knew I wasn’t gonna be safe anymore.
Over the next 8 months, couple times a week, my dad would “engage” with me. That meant that he’d berate me for all the lags in my work, and punish me for them. I was no longer being spanked and fingered, I was also dealing with a thick 9 incher plunging my throat and ruining my sphincters. For minor infractions, a blowjob became customary. For slightly major ones, it was anal. He’d never used a condom in his life I think, and spit was the only lube I ever saw in the house. Spit was reserved for when he was feeling generous.
Just fyi, my mom was still getting it. She was never spared. It’s just that now, I was too. Jai couldn’t make sense of any of this (he was just a 2 year old toddler), but he often got excited at all this and clapped.
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There’s more to come. A new baby’s about to be born. Jai will get involved. I will go from being fucked, to fucking the hell out of… You’ll just have to wait for part 2. Comment below if you’d like a part 2. Contact reveal in part 2!!
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