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My dad just dared me to let him f u c k me. My dad watches p o r n on the living room tv and drinks a s h i t ton. He doesnt have a go easy mode and has about 10 cases of 24 beers in each. He drinks more when he’s single or his girlfriends fond out about another one cuz he’s a man w h o r e. I’m openly gay and have helped him get a few of the good ines he still tells stories about to this day. Well he was watching his p o r n and started talking to me about how he can’t find a woman that can take his d i c k like they do in the p o r n. He said “im serious, they always tell me to stop or slow down because i’m so big son” and then he chugged the reat of his beer in his hand and stood up to grab another. His shorts he had on were loose and when he stood up you could see my 6’2 dad’s member swinging like a vine. He reached over grabbed a couple of cans and sat back down on the couch. “Hey, i remember doing this naked and you came in and chilled with daddy naked and your step mom walked in and said “you boys are like twins” and then we fell asleep naked on the couch. That was some of the best sleep daddy got with some son cuddles.” And he reached over and put his arm around me pulling me closer. “I remember that dad.” I said as he opened a beer and handed it to me. I questioned if it was ok and he said “go on, its just us boys tonight” and i drink the beer with him. One after another until we were both red faced and swaying cuz the room was spinning. My dad had lost his shorts somewhere along the movies and drinking but i also lost my clothes because i got too hot and was sweating until i got down to my briefs and then my dad said “go ahead son, nothing to be ashamed of take those off too” and we started drinking naked n a k e d and kept watching p o r n. He pulled me in to cuddle as he wrapped around me behind me. His arms alone were so big they could easily overpower me with just one arm. I was so small compared to my dad but i loved feeling his warm body engulf me and heat me up. He’d put his d i c k between my legs and let it “rest there” is what he said but it would twitch and grow bigger until he would rock back and forth and tell me to hold still and help daddy finish. I loved the feeling of daddy doing this, and his w i e n e r sliding between my legs beneath my w i e n e r tickling me as it slid in and out. Sometimes he’d spit on it and say it was dry and accidentally slipped his finger inside of my b******* when he was trying to wet it. He said it felt good and wanted to do it again and if i let him he’d buy me a new playstation for christmas. I let daddy put his finger on my b*** hole and spit on it as he slid his finger inside and it hurt at first but then he used some stuff that made it feel better until he could stick a few fingers inside of my b***. He said it would stretch big enough for him to stick his w i e n e r in me soon so he did it for hours with his fingers inside of me. After a few days of playing with my b*** he said that i was ready for his w i e n e r. We crawled in his bed, i lad down and he grabbed a bottle of lube stuff and put it all on his d i c k and then my b***. He slide his fingers inside and it me and then he laid behind me and held my b*** cheeks open as he slid his massive w i e n e r inside of my b***. It was huuuuge and it hurt a little but felt better than his fingers so i took it like a champ he said and daddy says that he can use me now whenever he cant have some cat, whatever that means.

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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.