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++ The SafetyWord Doesn't Exist [1hinata28&&Evalan]

Evalan

Meteorite
Joined
Mar 11, 2009
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, “You like jerking off so much do you? Like playing with your little dick? Why don’t you use it like a real man?” Ryan couldn’t look at his father’s face, it was unshaven and dirty and probably laughing. Ryan couldn’t 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. Ryan’s tears began falling faster afraid of what his father was going to tell him… force him to do. Nick reached his hand into his son’s sandy blonde hair and pulled at its roots forcing Ryan to look at him.
 
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