The house was small, unbearably small sometimes. The house consisted of a living room, a bathroom and a room attached to the north side of the house. Nick stood in the kitchen which was apart of the living room, his oldest child and his only son was standing bare assed leaned over the kitchen counter. His pale cheeks were colored a painful red. Ryan tried not to let the tears slip down his cheek and fall onto the counter, but the pain on top of the humiliation was just too much for him. He bit into his lower lip as his father brought down his large hand down upon his skin again.
Nick finally pulled back his hand rubbing it almost thoughtfully, âYou like jerking off so much do you? Like playing with your little dick? Why donât you use it like a real man?â Ryan couldnât look at his fatherâs face, it was unshaven and dirty and probably laughing. Ryan couldnât understand how his father had become like this, his mother used to boast about how handsome he was, but all Ryan saw was an out of shape middle aged man with some deeply disturbing issues.
Ryan, however, was still young, some might even say attractive. He has light chestnut colored eyes and a rail thin body, which was pretty useless when it came to dealing with his father who probably had eighty pounds on him. Ryanâs tears began falling faster afraid of what his father was going to tell him⦠force him to do. Nick reached his hand into his sonâs sandy blonde hair and pulled at its roots forcing Ryan to look at him.
Nick finally pulled back his hand rubbing it almost thoughtfully, âYou like jerking off so much do you? Like playing with your little dick? Why donât you use it like a real man?â Ryan couldnât look at his fatherâs face, it was unshaven and dirty and probably laughing. Ryan couldnât understand how his father had become like this, his mother used to boast about how handsome he was, but all Ryan saw was an out of shape middle aged man with some deeply disturbing issues.
Ryan, however, was still young, some might even say attractive. He has light chestnut colored eyes and a rail thin body, which was pretty useless when it came to dealing with his father who probably had eighty pounds on him. Ryanâs tears began falling faster afraid of what his father was going to tell him⦠force him to do. Nick reached his hand into his sonâs sandy blonde hair and pulled at its roots forcing Ryan to look at him.