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Humiliated by the Whitfields
Humiliated by the Whitfields
by BronzeBoy
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My Dad was actually an embarrasment. He didnt have a lot of self-confidence.
The only job he had ever had was the Handyman for the Whitfields.
The Whitfields were a rich group of 4 kids. I never knew the story
on where their parents were, but the oldest of them, Bill, was 22
and he was responsible for them. They were a mean bunch and loved
to boss my Dad around. Bill was bad, but Brandon, age 15, was the
worst.
Brandon and Bill both would look for things my Dad had done wrong.
I know, because Dad used to take me to work with him. Id sit in the
Whitfields house uncomfortably and watch how they treated my Dad.
It was awful. Once when he didnt repair the kitchen cabinets properly,
Brandon screamed, Hey, _f_u_c_k_ up! Get your ass in here now!!. My Dad
always immediately obliged…even to this 15 year old kid. Brandon
continued, What the Hell kind of worthless creature are you? Cant
you even fix the _d_a_m_n_ cabinets? Youre going to pay for being so stupid!
Strip off those pants and bend over that chair!
I couldnt believe my eyes. Here was this little 15-yr-old bossing
my Dad around. And Brandon was enjoying every second. Soon my Dad
was in his T-shirt, underwear briefs, and socks. Although he was worthless,
my Dad did have a body. I know where I got my looks from. He was 61,
195#, tanned, muscular chest and arms.
BEND OVER, _f_u_c_k_ Up!
With that, my Dad was bent over. I was still watching from another
room. Brandon wanted to be sure I saw all of this. Somehow this made
it more enjoyable for him. He took great pleasure in humiliating my
Dad in front of me. I was getting so pissed inside, and Brandon knew
it. I wanted so badly to teach Brandon a lesson. After all, I was
bigger and certainly stronger. I was older, too. But Dad had been
very specific that I should not do anything to risk his job. So I
sat frustrated. Brandon kept glancing at me to make sure I was still
watching.
I could see my Dads ass-crack through his briefs. He was bent completely
over a kitchen chair. Brandon glanced at me and then reached between
my Dads legs from behind and grabbed the pouch of his briefs. Then
he squeezed. My Dad was screaming as Brandon crushed his nuts, all
the while looking behind to make eye contact with me. He released
his grip and then squeezed again.
Then Brandon grabbed a spatula and began whipping my Dad. Whack! Whack!
Whack! This continued for a good 10-12 whacks. With that, he looked
at me and said, Look what I can do to your Dad. He grabbed the elastic
of my Dads underwear and pulled them down so that I could see his
reddened ass. Your worthless Dad is a Slave to me. As if to prove
it, he reached again between my Dads legs, grabbed his large _d_i_c_k_
and pulled it back as hard as he could. Theres nothing that I couldnt
do to your Dad.
I was about ready to leap and strangle that puke of a kid. But I thought
better of it. Dad would be pissed.
Episodes like these were plentiful during my childhood. It was the
secret part of my life that I never shared at school. Interestingly,
the Whitfields said nothing of it either. We all went to the same
school except Bill Whitfield who was in college by now. The other
kids were Jason, 12, and Mary, 11.
The fateful day came at the beginning of my Senior Year. My Dad passed
away. I thought to myself after days of grief that at least the Whitfields
were out of my life.
But then I learned that my Dad had left in his will that I was to
placed under the custody of Bill Whitfield…and be forced to live
with them. I guess my Dad figured that they were rich and I would
at least not have to worry about money.
Well, the Whitfields knew nothing of this will and wanted no part
of it. They told me as much. They thought I was trying to horn in
on their money. Finally, they agreed to keep me.
Bill said, You can stay with us, but you must do exactly as we tell
you. We have certain rules.
I would get my rules the next day.
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