I found Super 8 footage in my family attic!
My daddy died recently, and my family and me have been going through the attic and basement of his ranch in Nebraska looking for family records and keepsakes. My sisters from Roanoke were predictably materialistic and superficial, and were asking me whether shit was valuable or not. They even got an independent valuer to check out some civil war figurines, and demanded that they be able to keep the lion's share of silver dollars my granddaddy and daddy collected. Up in the attic, we found some Super 8 footage. My daddy was not a technological man, he never used a mobile phone in his life. But my sisters were really, really spoiled, and the oldest one got a Super 8 camera for her 17th birthday, which she used to film scenes around the ranch when we was growing up back in the late 70s. So we took the footage out, and my husband rented some equipment from Billings to enable us to watch it. I honestly had no recollection ever of my sisters filming anything, but I was curious.
When I saw what had been filmed, I immediately realized that my memory had been scrubbed because of the PTSD. I loudly sharted the moment the tape started rolling, and collapsed onto the couch. My husbear had to take me home to clean me up. The video showed some of the horrific abuse my brother and me suffered when was kids. My daddy started doing it to us when was 8. There was no lube or easing into. Just straight anal with gun oil. We were brutally degraded, sodomized, and feminized. We were forced to dance degrading dances and sing humiliating songs for the pleasure of my uncles, daddy, and granddaddy. These were all enormous, weatherbeaten, mustachioed, masc men built like shit brickhouses. My daddy was 6'4" and at least 280 pounds. He was a violent drunk and often beat us with his belt before fucking us up the ass if we fucked up.
In this video, I was 13 and my daddy had caught me jacking off my brother in the toilet. First, he kicked us savagely in the balls with his enormous size 14 dawgs. We collapsed in agony, cradling our swollen, inferior balls. Our tiny cocklets was hard on account of all them masc pheromones in the air. My daddy then tied a length of rope around our necks and another around our balls so the rope was slung tight. We was lead out into the barn naked except for this rope. My granddaddy was there, stacking hay. His huge barrel chest was covered in thick, white hair, and he smelt like sweat and stale piss. When he saw us, he kicked us savagely in the balls and we collapsed clasping our swollen bruised cullions. We were screaming and begging for mercy, but they just kept kicking our balls. Then they led us out into the truck, still naked, with the rope tied around our abused cullions and necks. There was two dildos in the trunk of the truck and we had to sit on these. My daddy drove us into town naked riding in the back of the pickup. The townsfolk pointed and laughed at our puny cocklets and inflamed, bruised cullions. Some of the masc truckers and ranchers made demeaning comments and jacked their dicks in our directions, calling us homophobic and misogynistic names. I have never been so humiliated!
| by Anonymous | reply 19 | July 21, 2019 4:44 PM
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Your sister sounds like quite the film maker.
| by Anonymous | reply 2 | July 21, 2019 3:41 AM
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It's always the same story,
| by Anonymous | reply 3 | July 21, 2019 3:43 AM
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R1 yes I went to a psychiatrist to help me cope with the horrific abuse that I suffered. I am in my mid 50s (most people who know me guess late 30s), but the PTSD is deep and the trauma has been impossible to erase. I now remember that shortly after that incident, my father took me to the ER, and his friend, a huge masc bald doctor, sexually assaulted me after putting my balls on ice. He rammed his beercan thick cock up my butt while my daddy watched and laughed and asked if he was enjoying his 'daughter'. The next day, I was forced to wear a gingham dress and patent leather shoes to school!
| by Anonymous | reply 4 | July 21, 2019 3:43 AM
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R3, how can you be so callous? This is serious abuse.
| by Anonymous | reply 5 | July 21, 2019 3:44 AM
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No it isn't R5, don't be such a dolt. The OP is a fantasist.
| by Anonymous | reply 6 | July 21, 2019 4:00 AM
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Serious abuse of readers' time. Plus you've been a fetishist of child rape for years. You never add anything new and witty.
| by Anonymous | reply 7 | July 21, 2019 4:01 AM
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What is this - like the 15th time you trotted this sad and stupid story out? FF this freak. He does this every few months.
The story changes mildly - but it's a complete fabrication. Utter bullshit and he's a sick fucker.
| by Anonymous | reply 8 | July 21, 2019 4:10 AM
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I met my older cousin for lunch today, and she brought me two toy train engines and a toy boxcar that used to belong to my other cousin's husband. Lunch was lovely: Singapore Noodles! I put the vintage toy trains in my china cabinet. I had/have a nice family.
| by Anonymous | reply 9 | July 21, 2019 4:10 AM
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OP is a sick fuck - and I don’t mean that in a humorous way. It ain’t funny OP - get help.
| by Anonymous | reply 10 | July 21, 2019 4:17 AM
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OP's sister is Katheryn Bigelow
| by Anonymous | reply 11 | July 21, 2019 4:23 AM
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Masc truckers? Did you really have to specify that? As if fem truckers exist lol.
| by Anonymous | reply 12 | July 21, 2019 4:28 AM
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If OP supposedly has a "tiny cocklet" then so would his fictional father and grandfather.
No wonder he's so fucked up. He was raped by his dad's micropenis.
| by Anonymous | reply 13 | July 21, 2019 4:34 AM
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OP - if you really are in your mid 50’s then there is a good chance your home porno is on Regular 8, not Super 8 - are you sure you rented the proper equipment from Billings? Irregardless of the gauge, there would be no tape to roll, or video to watch because Super 8 is film - not video - and it needs to be projected, not played back. Unless you sent the old film out to be transferred to video - in which case you will all have been arrested for possession of child pornography - which you actually have bee! . And, big surprise, the masc warden has a beer can cock!!
| by Anonymous | reply 14 | July 21, 2019 5:24 AM
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Billings, Montana is nowhere near Nebraska.
| by Anonymous | reply 15 | July 21, 2019 5:29 AM
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Oh, hey OP there's someone looking for tips on how to take a monster beer can cock, he's a bit worried. See if you can help him out with some pointers.
| by Anonymous | reply 16 | July 21, 2019 5:32 AM
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R14, in the 1970's Super-8 was the predominant film gauge. Regular 8 went out of use in the late 60's. The rest of your points are valid.
| by Anonymous | reply 17 | July 21, 2019 2:49 PM
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Hey R17 - not arguing just discussing - my mom still refers to digital video clips as “films,” as she did with actual video tapes - the tell with the OP is he code-switched in the middle of his yarn.
OP says he is 55 - as am I. Our home movies are on R8 since I was born in 64. (I think my dad actually bought the camera for their honeymoon in 61). It really all depends on what year his “sister” turned “17,” so they probably are on Super 8. Except they aren’t on anything at all.
You could still get Regular 8 stock well into the 70s since we have films from up to the Bicentennial. But man is R8 a pain compared to Super. Regular is just 16 with extra perfs down both sides on a light-safe spool - after you shoot the roll you have to take it out of the camera, flip it over and retread to expose the other half side. Super is like an old Insatamatic load - just click the black plastic box into the camera and go. I’m sure you know all this but there may be one geeky millennial reading the thread who would find it interesting. Though probably not.
| by Anonymous | reply 18 | July 21, 2019 4:41 PM
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Ok - shouldn’t have abbreviated Regular 8 as R8 on the DL!
| by Anonymous | reply 19 | July 21, 2019 4:44 PM
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