I had a recent argument with another gay couple who was raising two adopted sons. You see, they way suggesting one way they could keep they kids - they has two sons, Buster and Devyn - obedient was to threaten to smash up they PS4 with a hammer. So they kept this hammer in the living room as a reminder and terrorized the kids with it. I told them that this wasn't a good idea. It's abusive and it's wrong. You can't terrorize people into compliance, especially kids. I told them how my daddy was pretty brutal and coercive in that way. I grew up on a ranch in Nebraska and had a pony I was supposed to take care of. The pony was my only real possession and it was given to me on account of my daddy saying I was queer and didn't deserve a real horse. I grew up ridin this pony and developed an intense bond with him. As puberty hit, I was fascinated by the pony's huge balls and cock, and musky scent emanating from its asshole. It aroused me, and my cocklet strained in my jeans - we wans't allowed to wear no underwear on account of being queer - I began surreptitiously feeling the pony's cock while I jacked off in the barn (I had to jack off in secret - if I was caught, I would be beaten severely for bein gay). One day my daddy caught me doin it i the barn, with my hands around the pony's dick while I was sniffing his asshole. My daddy flew into a rage. His feet were faster than my eyes and the next thing I knew had a size fourteen cowboy boot attached to a 6'3" shit brickhouse of a man impact my unprotected balls.
The force was such that I lifted off the ground. I screamed in agony and I felt my left nut rupture. I could swear my balls was goin straight back into me. He screamed "Faggot! Sodomite!" He whipped out his .38 Colt Python. "You really like the pony boy, don't ya?" He said, I was rolling on the floor, screaming, grabbing my balls. He kicked me in the nuts again and I felt my sac tear. I was beggin him for mercy. He took the gun, lubed up the barrel with gun oil, and shoved it up the pony's ass. He jerked the barrel a couple of times up the pony's ass while he whinnied and nickered. Then he pulled the trigger. The sound was muffled by the pony's rectum. Next thing I know, blood comes shooting out of the pony's nostrils and mouth. My daddy blasted another lead load into the pony and pulled out the gun. A torrent of blood and shit spurted out and the pony collapsed onto the hay, wheezing and jetting blood from every orifice.
"There's you're horse, faggot!" My daddy spat. I was hard on account of the display of alpha masc brutality. My daddy used the butt of the gun to beat me senseless. I later discovered that he fucked me up the ass when I was out. That was one of the incidents that caused me to run away, though I only did so a few years later when I was 17. In short, that's not an experience no kid should have to deal with. It just ain't right.
