my cousin and i are both boys and our parents made us hang out while they went out of town for a few hours. they told me that i had to play with him and

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my cousin and i are both boys and our parents made us hang out while they went out of town for a few hours. they told me that i had to play with him and do whatever he wanted because he doesnt come over often and that if he told them i wouldnt play with him that they would tear me a new b*** when they got back. i’m 11 and hes 14 so i tried to do stuff that was cool and he would like but he really just kept dissapearing and i could hear him on the phone. he was talking to someone but he kept laughing so i went to go and check out what he was doing and when i walked in the room he was standing n a k e d with his w i e n e r in his hand playing with it while taking a video of it. he laughed and told me that he was making funny videos for his friends and that he does it all the time. he shoed me a few of the videos and in one of them him and his friend both were playing with their w i e n e r s while standing side by side and he said someone even paid them some money for a copy of the video. he asked me if i wanted to do it with him and i wanted to be cool too so i said yes and did as he said. he told me first get on my knees, open my mouth and close my eyes, and when i did i felt him put his w i e n e r in my mouth and slid it in and out a few times until he started shivering and moaning and then i felt some pee shoot in my mouth and i pulled away quick because it was hard to swallow. he laughed as i choked on it and then he told me what it was and that it wasnt pee and how boys make it when they turn a certain age. he said that him and his friends do this stuff all the time and that they cant talk about it with any adults otherwise they wont be cool anymore so i had to be quiet about it, and i would be in the group of cool boys. so i kept quiet about it, and he said that he would even let me stick my w i e n e r in his b u t t the next time he comes over if i keep it a secret and he’ll try to bring his friend from his baseball team to come over and we can all three have a sleep over and mess around all night. im nervous but excited

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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.