After a trulyabusive session, when you'd think I would have felt the worst, I insteadfeel relieved, relaxed and empowered. .In my case the ultimate ca...se of this masochism was inadequate fathering.My dad was an iron worker and I remember him mostly being too tired to doanything with us boys (except, significantly, the occasional spanking). Somany of the skills I needed to function socially as a boy (i.e. learn tothrow a ball, learn to ride a bike) I had to do the best I could on my own.When a. Next morning I woke up late and get down in d hall for some breakfast everyone was done with breakfast I was alone left and I saw my sis in her nighty and strtd telling bad felling about her ,she was on phone texting someone and suddenly one idea clicked my mind and I made a fake wechat account ,i know she use wechat for chating and took her phone when she was busy in daily chores and saw her id and started messaging her from that nightFirst 2days she didnt reply me back as I was some stranger. Coarse hands drew me close to his body and the man’s grisly unshaven beard scraped the back of my neck. His hands grasped my firm breasts and massaged them before sliding down the front of my camisole and sliding his hands up beneath my filmy bra. Now his sandpaper-like fingers stroked my nipples which firmed up like plump raisins.I murmured, “Ohhhh, you’re making me feel wild.” I grabbed his hands and moved them down to my crotch. While his scratchy face rubbed my nape, his hands now found. Large balls hung below this monster, shaved and oiled.He stopped in front of me and smiled again. I held out my hand and he moved himself closer and I started to stroke his dick, massaging the pre-cum around the tip with my thumb. After a few moments of stroking I slipped off of my seat and knelt down before him. I took a minute to admire the magnificent sight in front of me, noticing the blood engorged veins that ran from base to cock head. I extended my tongue and licked the shaft from root.