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## Chapter 4

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*** I had to jack off before I wrote my next entry, cause I was so
turned on I couldn't think straight.  I thought I'd take a moment to tell

you guys what I was remembering just now while I jerked myself off:

   I don't remember exactly what room we were in, but I know we were on the
carpet, because I can remember the feeling of rug burn on my hands, knees
and face.  I must have been about six years old, cause the rape I was
getting still was unbelievable to me - I was in a state of shock while I
was taking it.  I was not even anywhere near used to the pain brought about
from an extreme rape from an adult ploughing at full speed - though I guess
I never got used to that.

   I remember the music too.  As usual, Daddy had popped in one of my
favorite CDs from before mom died.  This one was a Sesame Street album for
Christmas - it was just after the holidays and I guess Dad was still in the
spirit.  I think it was dad who was in me, but I can't be sure.  It was one
of those times when I had simply taken so many different men up my ass for
so long, I could no longer keep track of who was sliding their meat into me
up to the hilt.  I didn't even have the energy at that point to look back -
so I never got to see the face of the man who gave me my first boygasm.  To
be honest, I hope it was my dad.

   Whoever it was inside me was just going to town on my tiny little
6-year-old cunt.  That also makes me think it was dad - he was always the
one to really fuck me without any regard to my well being.  He was just a
loving dad that way.

   It came on me, surprisingly, as the man was all the way inside me and
sort of doing this weird little jerk forward thing, as if he was trying to
squeeze even more inches that didn't even exist into me.  He was, in other
words, reorganizing my guts with his massive tool.

   Then he shot his load in me, of course, which my slut hole happily
swallowed up, adding it to the pool of cum already deep inside me.  But
this man did something different - he pulled out WHILE he was cumming.  I
could feel his cum shooting up my hole, through my anal cavity, and
finally, when it popped out, I felt a hot spurt of man seed right on my
hole.  And THAT sent me over.

   When you're six years old, it's hard to differentiate your first boygasm
from a sort of hallucination.  I was sort of blacked out as I writhed on
the floor, and all of my attention was focused on my ass hole.  It was
throbbing in pain and on fire, of course, but there was something
different. As it pulsed from the raping it had just received, it sent waves
of electricity through my tiny body that both terrified me and made me
happy.  A true slut!

   I don't remember much after that.  Just writhing there on the carpet,
listening to my CD and the roar of men watching me cope with my first
boygasm.



   But I'm getting ahead of myself.  I just wanted to let you all know what
I was remembering just now before I sat down to write.  I shot a huge load
all over my chest and neck, and I'm gonna let it dry there as I write to
you about the next lesson I learned from father.

   I spent the whole night in that crawl space under the stairs.  When I
woke up I remember feeling very, very full - probably because my 5-year-old
stomach had taken more cum than your average porn star does in their
lifetime in one night.

   I woke up when dad opened the door.  The light coming in was blinding,
but only because I had been locked in there with nothing but a cum soaked
teddy and concrete flooring to keep me company.  Finally my eyes adjusted
and I saw dad standing there, still naked, his cock semi hard.  He reached
in and hooked a finger in my collar, then dragged me out.

   "Wakey, wakey.  It's a new day!"

   I lay there at dads feet, curled into the fetal position.  I was still
hugging my teddy, which was now saturated with my spit rather than cum. 
Being a total slut I had sucked all the cum out of it long ago, but still
kept sucking just in case.  That means I was either a total child whore, or
else I didn't want my dad beating me if he found cum in the teddy.  But
what's the difference, really?

   "It's time for your next lesson, and it's gonna be a fun one!  You ready
to start?" Dad was grinning, and already his semi-hard cock was raising
inch by inch, reaching its full terrifying potential.

   "Daddy - can't I have a day off?"

   At that point, I should have known the answer.  It was such an annoying
question - obviously Dad had made it clear that there were no days off for
whores like me.  So what do you do with an annoying kid?  You give him a
good answer to his annoying questions.

   Dad didn't give me the answer verbally.  Instead it came in a kick to my
tummy.  He did it a little too hard - and it sent me coughing.  But he
pulled me to my feet while I was coughing anyway.

   "Get upstairs and shower.  I want you to use LOTS of soap all over your
body.  Get as clean as you can.  Don't stop washing yourself until I come
up and get you."

   I headed up to the bathroom upstairs and turned on the shower like a
good boy.  I got in and found the soap and immediately started washing
myself.  To be honest, that was one of the best moments in my childhood.  I
allowed myself to just enjoy the hot water and soap, and it felt really
good to finally get a chance to wipe off all of that nasty man jizz that
had dried all over my body.

   I ran through last night in my head, remembering all of the various ways
those men had fed me cum.  There had been so many men, it seemed - why were
they all so happy to torture me?  What had I done wrong to deserve such
brutal abuse?

   Of course, now I know the answer.  The simple answer was, I was an
adorable 5-year-old boy.  Most adorable 5-year-old boys like myself torture
pervs, always looking and acting so innocent, when really they need to be
plugged up with massive cock and cum.  Because I hadn't admitted that yet,
I deserved all the brutal torture I could get.

   Finally after what seemed like almost an hour in the shower, the water
went off.  I remember dad had shut off the water before, so I guessed that
was his way of telling me that my shower was over.

   I fought back tears as I got out and dried off.  I knew I was just
moments from figuring out what my next lesson was going to be.  I couldn't
remember what dad had written on the calendar, so I imagined.  Would it be
more cum?  More body licking?  What else could he possibly do to me?

   I heard dad lumbering up the stairs.  He came in the bathroom, his cock
now fully erect and dripping.  I knew that meant I was in for trouble.

   "Hi son!  Guess what is gonna happen today?  You know how there are
three doors that have been locked?  Well today you are gonna find out
what's behind one of those doors!"

   I remembered the doors - yes.  I had been curious about the three doors
since we moved in.  My little heart leaped - I was gonna find out what was
in there!  I was still two stupid to put two and two together and realize
that it probably wasn't going to be fun for me, whatever it was dad was
keeping away.  I still thought it might be a treat.  Happily I followed dad
down the hall.  One of the locked doors was about halfway between my room
and dad's room.  Dad had removed the padlock that kept the door shut, and
he stood in front of, stroking his cock and looking at me with his evil
pedo grin.

   I could tell he was about to give me a big speech, so instinctively I
dropped to my knees in front of him.

   "Alright my little boy whore.  I'm worried about your cum addiction.  I
cannot believe you so happily drank down all of the cum you were offered
over the past few days.  Frankly, it disgusts me to think of your little
tummy right now, sloshing around inside with copious amounts of semen from
God knows who.  So we're going to do something about that today.  In just a
few minutes, I'm going to introduce you to a new substance.  A new
delicious drink that you will like just as much, maybe more, thank cum. 
And guess what, boy, it comes out of the same thing that you get your jizz
fixes from!"

   With that dad gave me a big cockslap across the face.  I think he
loosened one of my baby teeth!  What a big milestone for me.

   "I present to you, your bathroom!"

   Dad opened the door behind him, and my eyes grew wide in shock.  Inside
was what appeared to be a very large, public bathroom.

   I followed dad into the room, and was immediately shocked by the smell.
It even smelled like a public rest room - the kind you'd find on the side
of the highway in the middle of nowhere.  That rancid piss plus cleaning
disinfectant smell filled my nose as I took a look around the room.

   Along the walls of the bathroom were 10 urinals, 5 on each side.  They
weren't like normal urinals though - they were at different levels and
shaped weird - some even looked like they had some sorta seat built into
it.

   At the back, along the short wall between the two urinal walls, was a
trough urinal.  I had never seen one before, but dad was sure to explain to
me that it was for pissing in as well.

   In the center of the room was a weird black box that went from floor to
ceiling.  It had a door with a padlock in it - a secret room inside a
secret room.

   "Welcome, son, to the wide world of piss.  That's right, little guy. 
You weren't just meant to be a dumpster for us to empty our cum into.  You
are also here to drink piss.  You will bathe in piss.  You will lap up piss
like your life depended on it.  In fact, your life does depend on it!  You
will learn to enjoy drinking the most acrid, yellow piss from a variety of
sources.  After you learn this lesson real well, daddy's never going to
need to piss in a toilet again.  You're gonna be daddy's only toilet - and
the same will go for the many men who are coming over.  Aren't you
excited?" I looked at my dad horrified, backing away toward the door.

   "You mean - pee pee daddy?"

   Dad laughed and smiled.

   "Yes little guy - p-p-p-pee pee!  I forget you're a kid and you don'
know that pee pee when it comes from a man is called piss.  Delicious
golden piss." I gave a dry heave just thinking of what dad was suggesting,
which caused my father to double over with laughter, pointing his finger at
me.  Once he had gotten over my adorable little joke, he stood up and spoke
again.

   "In order for you to truly understand piss in its most pure form, you
need to have an up close and personal experience with what it's like when a
man pisses in a urinal.  It's very different from how a man treats a boy
with piss, so you'll need to pay attention, cause this is an important
lesson.  Here's what Daddy's gonna do - I'm gonna leave the room.  When I
come in, I'll pretend that I am in a regular bathroom in the middle of
nowhere.  You will pretend you are a urinal.  You will not speak.  You will
not look me in the eye.  You will simply sit there and experience what a
normal urinal would experience, because, in essence, that's what you are. A
boy urinal.  Understand?"

   I showed dad I understood by crying a little, but remaining silent.

   "Good." Dad picked me up suddenly and carried me over to one of the
urinals.  It was one of the ones that was curved to include a seat - and
wouldn't ya know it it was exactly the right size for my tiny bum.  "OK. 
You're a urinal now.  Remember, urinals don't make noise or move.  I'll be
right back.

   Dad walked out of the room and waited a moment.  I sat there trembling
and shivering, feeling the cold water and porcelain of the urinal against
my ass and back.  What was gonna happen?

   The door banged open and dad came in, whistling.  He had gotten dressed
- he was now wearing a trucker hat, a flannel shirt with the arms ripped
off, and some raggedy dirty jeans.  He was whistling when he came in.

   "Man I gotta take a piss!" he said, but not to me.  He was just
announcing it to the room.  As dad had promised, he was basically
pretending I was not there.  Dad sauntered up to the urinal where I was
seated, completely ignoring me.  He unzipped and out flopped his monster
meat, still rock hard and dripping wet.  It was so long that it was just
inches from my chin.  He grabbed it with both hands.

   Dad hawked up a big spit, like he always did when we were at the urinals
together.  Then he spit that big loogie right into my hair, and immediately
the piss began to flow.  Because he was so hard, the beginning of his
stream of yellow piss hit me roughly in the chin and splattered up around
my face.  I immediately winced and wiggled to move.  Dad pinched his cock
to stop the flow of piss and broke character to give me a swift slap across
the face.  It hurt like hell, but before I could recover from it, dad was
pissing again and had gone back to pretending his own son wasn't in the
urinal in front of him.

   The stream was never ending.  Dad moved his cock around like a fire
hose, spraying me down.  The yellow, stinky liquid poured down my bare
chest and pooled around my cock.  It wasn't long until my little boy
cocklet was floating in a pool of piss.

   Most of dad's stream went right in my face.  He enjoyed pissing straight
on in urinals, I guess, cause he sure let my face have it.  My hair got
drenched too.  Finally it was open, and dad broke character once more to
pull open my mouth with force.  Then he took his cock in both hands and
shoot the last few drops of piss on me.

   "All done.  Oh wait - there's more -"

   Dad was only halfway done!  He had tons more piss to give me, and he
made sure that he held his cock steady this time.  I sobbed silently,
trying not to move, as my tongue experienced an onslaught of beer piss.

   Finally it was really over.  Dad began to put his cock back in his
jeans, but he was still so hard and massive that it simply wouldn't go back
in.

   "Aw fuck.  I gotta get rid of this boner.  Hope nobody comes in here
soon!" I sighed, still being ignored by my dad, confused by the comment
that he was hoping no one would come in.  Was he really pretending he was
in a public bathroom, right here in our own home?

   No doubt, dad started to stroke, and it wasn't long before his cum was
splattering on me as well.  I did my best to catch it in my moth - dad
hadn't trained me for nothing!  - and dad didn't even notice.  It was
really like I wasn't in the room - he was just cumming in a urinal.  My
heart sank a little when I realized dad didn't even notice that I was
trying to eat his cum like a good kid.  I was nothing to him.

   I sat there dripping in cum and piss, wanting to gag at the smell of
myself.  Dad finally wrangled his monster cock back into his jeans, and
flushed the toilet.  I thought it was over then, and dad would help me out
of the urinal.  But instead, he just left me in there and slammed the door.

   I got up to let myself out, but then I realized that the door locked
from the outside.  Once again I found myself imprisoned in my own house,
but this time - I was locked inside a dirty bathroom!

   And inside that bathroom, my friends, I stayed for a whole week.  I
didn't leave the bathroom once - and no one ever came in.  Except for dad.
I would see him periodically throughout the day, and each time he came in,
I was completely ignored.

   He would simply waltz into the room and give a burp or spit or do
something to draw my attention to him.  Then he would walk over to me and
scoop me up in his arms and set me down somewhere.  Then he would piss and
walk away.

   Lots of times I was in the urinals - before the first day was over I had
tried them all out.  There were other notable moments too.  Like the time
dad strapped me down in the trough toilet and left me there for a while by
myself, maybe for a day or so, only getting his piss on my face and down my
throat.

   Then there was the time dad just came in and started pissing.  He walked
around the room, holding his cock in his hand, pissing on the floor.  He
would point it at the walls, at the corners, even under the urinals, but
never in them.

   Finally when he was done he simply zipped up and headed to the door.  As
he was walking out he spoke to me for the first time in three days.  He
said:
"Clean it up or else I'll kick the shit out of you.  I want the floor

nice and neat before I get back."

   Well at that point, dad must have been drinking LOTS of water and beers
because he was coming in to piss on me about ever 30 minutes.  I knew that
there was a lot of piss on the ground, and to be honest, at this point I
had drank so much piss that I was kinda used to it.  I know, I know, that
makes me sound like a 5-year-old slut, but I guess that's what I was!

   I didn't waste any time.  In an instant I was on all fours by the door,
and began retracing my father's step, wiping up the pissy floor with my
small pink tongue.  It may sound easy to you, but keep in mind little kids
have small tongues!  It took me 10 minutes to get halfway through.  By that
point I knew I was running out of time, so I kicked it into double time.

   I'm not proud of this, but I think I remember making some noise.  It
must have been because I was hurrying, but I slurped up that hot piss and
moaned while I did it, all just because my dad had threatened to beat me!
What a pussy coward I must have been!

   Dad didn't leave me without food and water of course.  It's just that
pretty much all of my food was piss soaked, and I didn't have anything to
drink that hadn't passed through dad's cock first.

   At one point, I was locked in the bathroom for a long time.  This was
the bathroom near his bedroom, not the urinal room - just a shower and a
toilet.  Dad had turned off the water, and he kept coming in to piss every
half hour or so.  After a few hours I was getting real thirst, especially
because dad kept coming in with saltines and dipping them in the toilet.  I
was hungry so I ate those piss soaked crackers without a second though, but
boy did they dry out my throat.

   I tried in vain to run some water, but dad had shut off the water.  I
thought maybe I could outsmart him by looking in the tank of the toilet,
but it's pretty much impossible to outsmart your genius of a father when
you're a retarded child slut.

   Well a kid's gotta do what a kid's gotta do, so sure enough, dad came in
to the toilet to take a piss and found his little puppy son face first in
the toilet bowl, lapping up the piss thirstily.  I didn't bother to use my
hands, just dunked my face in totally.  I guess at that point I had begun
to accept that I was a true puppy slut deep down, cause I think non-slutty
kids would have used their hands.

   Dad had a good laugh at my expense, but he didn't stop me.  He came
over, cock in hand, and pushed my head into the toilet.  While I was
submerged in his stagnant piss water, he pointed his big hard weapon of a
penis at the back of my head and gave me a free refill of the toilet.  I
felt the hot piss just run through my hair and into the water, then I felt
the water in my mouth get warmer and I knew I was tasting some fresh piss
juice.

   After dad had finished feeding me he sat there and watched while I
continued to drink out of the toilet.  I was so thirsty I couldn't stop
myself.  When I was finally all done, and the bowl was dry, dad smiled at
me.

   "Well son, I guess you love piss so much, that I'll be sure to give it
to you whenever I have to go!  Now that's enough for your piss lesson, I
think you've mastered it, little guy.  Go clean yourself up."

   Dad gave the toilet a flush and then let me up for air, walked out of
the bathroom and slammed the door.  Crying I stood up, licked my lips and
stepped into the shower.



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