My dad was drunk and on his pills while watching porn on the living room tv.. It’s just us two boys but every now and then he get’s so drunk he has zero - Simply Confess

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My dad was drunk and on his pills while watching p*** on the living room tv.. It’s just us two boys but every now and then he get’s so drunk he has zero care of who is around him when he gets hard- he has to j*******. Everyone calls him a show off but I think he’s addicted to it. I was walking to the kitchen from my room and he called me to come and check out the girls t***. I walked in the living room and looked at them. “Nice” i said smiling at him while he still stroked his d*** kinda slow. I felt weird so i started to walk off when he said “hey son, come hang out with daddy. we don’t ever bond.” He said as he kept stroking his d***. I was confused and felt something was off but I sat down and went along with it. Daddy put his arm around me and pulled me next to him on the couch in front of the massive tv blasting p***. He held me in under his right arm kinda tight like a one armed hug with his hand sprawled across my chest. His hand was massive compared to my chest. He had pressure on my chest as if to let me know he wasn’t ready for me to move yet. He kept stroking his d*** and began going faster as he squeezed his arm around my neck harder. He asked me if I was daddy’s boy and i said “yeah” and he told me to say it. “I’m.. daddys boy” i said as he jerked and now you could see he was pre c****** so much his d*** was covered in it. The sound of it smacking as he jerked echoed in the house. He moaned a little and held me tight still. “Say youre daddys boy again.” “I’m daddys boy.” I said as he moaned again. He picked me up with his one arm and put me on top of his lap, where his d*** stood straight up between my legs almost past my bellybutton as he squeezed my legs together around his d*** as i sat right above it, and he said “daddys just gonna use your legs son.” And he closed his eyes looking like he was nearly blacked out drunk swaying and mumbling. He thrusted into my legs and his d*** hardened even more and grew bigger between my legs and his hands engulfed my thighs on left and right pushing them together for his d*** to have something tight to f u c k. His d*** was massive compared to me. I remember it being so big when I was 10 that when he made me s*** it when he was drunk my lips were swollen for two days. Daddy says he doesnt remember any of this when he wakes up and gets mad and says “No i didnt! Shut up kid!”

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DEAR ALMIGHTY,

AS YOU SEE I AM BURRIED UBDER 6+ YEARS OF UBFAIR TREATMENT AND THE HIGHLEVEL NONSENCE NUISANCES CONTINUING TO BULLY AND DEPRIVE… I FEAR I AM FALLING BEHIND JUST TO SATISFY AND JUSTIFY MY ROLE TRYING TO IMPRESS THE INCOMPETENT ILLOGICAL OBNOXIOUS INCUMBENTS SITTING (IN FACT SĤÌŤING) OVER THE HEAD…

I PLEAD TO YOU, TO PLEASE GRANT ME IN A GOOD HAND OF AN EMPLIYEE WITH LONG AND WELL TREATED ROLE WHERE I CAN FEED MAY FAMILY ( THOUGH THEY ARE ALSO NOT MUCH GRATEFUL BUT ITS MY RESPONSIBILITY) AND ACCOMPLISH MY ONLY DREAM LEFT, BEFORE I DIE.

ITS BEEING REALLY PAINFUL TO CAMOUFLAGE AND BEAR UP WITH SUCH AGONY AND UNFAIR INJUSTICE IN BOTH WORK AND HOME. PLEASE HELP, I AM FEELING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED FIGHTING THE SITUATIONS RELENTLESSLY. 🙏

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.