I had a pretty good life, really. I was 17 years old and in high school. I was a good athlete and had a good body, so I was one of the most popular guys in school --- with the guys and girls. I was Captain of the swim team and even played on the Football team. This is why it didn't seem to matter that I was dirt poor. My mother had died years ago. So it was me and my Dad.

My Dad was actually an embarrasment. He didn't 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. I'd sit in the Whitfields house uncomfortably and watch how they treated my Dad. It was awful. Once when he didn't 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? Can't you even fix the _d_a_m_n_ cabinets? You're going to pay for being so stupid! Strip off those pants and bend over that chair!"

I couldn't 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 6'1", 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 Dad's ass-crack through his briefs. He was bent completely over a kitchen chair. Brandon glanced at me and then reached between my Dad's 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 Dad's 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 Dad's legs, grabbed his large _d_i_c_k_ and pulled it back as hard as he could. "There's nothing that I couldn't 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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