I am now happily married to my husbear, but a recent trip to Walmart opened up some bad memories. While I was shopping in the cooking supplies aisle, I heard the dread throb of a baseline I knew all too well. It was Eurotrash electro-pop group Vengaboys blaring "Boom Boom Boom Boom". I immediately had a severe nervous response. I felt my bowels loosening. I lost control of my bladder and sharted into my thong. Thankfully my husbear was there to usher me into our Land Rover where he cleaned me up. We drove home, but I was distraught.
You see, I grew up in Montana in the late 1970s. My daddy started fucking me when I was 8. He was a huge, built cattleman. 6'4" and weighing at least 275 pounds and built like a shit brickhouse. He forced his huge, unwashed, cheesy cock into me. No lube. Just spit, or gun oil if he had any. He would degrade and feminize me. He made me wear my sister's dresses and patent leather shoes. Often he would parade me around town in my sister's dress and raise the hem and show laughing passers-by my tiny cocklet. I was so degraded! I've never been so humiliated! He would make degrading gestures by putting his thumb and forefinger close together, leaving only a tiny space between them, and loudly demean me and say this was how small my puny clit was. He called me a f@g, a punk, a buttboy, and a queer. He made me dance degrading dances and sing humiliating songs for my uncles and grandpappy. These were heavyset, weather-beaten cowboys with handlebar mustaches, thick biceps and meaty thighs. They would laugh while I danced for them, jacking their huge cocks. I was forced to service their nasty, huge cocks. Then they would pack my rectum full of hot jizz. During these shows my daddy would compose songs and dance routines for us. One of these songs was exactly like Boom Boom Boom Boom. It went:Boom ,boom, boom, boom/ Let me put my ring on you/ Let me put my ring on you. while we sang this, we had to shake our hips provocatively, and thrust our spread buttox in the direction of our horny, openly masturbating uncles.
I was pimped out and forced to dance in my sister's clothes for the depraved amusement of my daddy's huge, masc friends. I had to shake and gyrate my hips provocatively, and perform lap dances. When my puny cocklet became erect due to all the masc pheromones in the air of the barn, the cowboys would loudly degrade and humiliate me for being a punk and a queer. My daddy would join in and beat me severely with a bike chain for bringing shame on the family. Then they would line up to fuck me up the ass, and then piss in my gape. After I'd been given a piss enema, they forced me to evacuate my bowels on the public road. I had to do this squatting, like a girl and my father would loudly call out, "Look at my punk bitch 'son' he needs to squat to take a piss'. Truck drivers passing by would loudly honk their horns and some lewdly jacked their dicks in my direction.
I had continence issues. I once sharted at school and the principal sent me home. My daddy and uncles beat me, fucked my ass and forced me to wear a diaper to school. When the jocks discovered this during phys ed. they violently assaulted me and queerbashed me and then took turns inflicting throat rape on me. When I was 17 I ran away and drifted down to Boise where I hustled at truck stops. They forced me to do gross degrading things like eat their toejam and drink their farts. They would pay me ten bucks a trick.
I can't believe a simple trip to the Walmart could evoke so many memories. I also can't believe that my daddy anticipated the Vengaboys by at least two decades.