Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:31:01 -0500
From: Andrew Davidson <in.the.arms.of.angels564@gmail.com>
Subject: Revenge on Drunken Father

I heard the door slam. I began to quiver as I leaned up against the wall,
hoping that I'd somehow vanish through it and be able to hide from
Doak. Doak was my dad, but I didn't call him `dad'. He wasn't really my
dad, more like my sperm donor. My mom had died about 3 years ago and since
then, I've been in his abusive care.


I'm only 17 and I'm not that strong. Doak, on the other hand, is a grown
man, and while he isn't particularly muscular either, he's still stronger
than me and I could swear that he gets off on hurting me. Some nights it's
just a slap, but most of the time he didn't hold back. I was glad when he
was completely trashed, because he tended to pass right out without making
a stop at my room.


Some people might ask, "Why don't you leave? Call CPS." there's a reason I
don't. I have a younger brother who went straight into the foster care
system once my mom died. I visit him sometimes and he tells me how bad it
is, moving from place to place and always being treated as an outsider,
even by the most loving families. I didn't want to be in the same
situation. At least where I was now, I had friends.


I didn't know it, but my life was about to change drastically in the middle
of my junior year in high school. Word got around that we were receiving
some foreign exchange students for the spring semester, and that they would
arrive after Christmas break. Sure enough, come January, there were five
new students. One in particular stuck out to me, though. Andrei was from
Kiev in the Ukraine, and though he was nice, he was a very serious looking
person. He was also 17, but he was built very stocky-like, with a small
layer of fat covering his otherwise muscular frame.


He often wore tanktops to school, with very expensive looking jeans and
shoes with huge tongues. He never wore socks, which made me bet his feet
smelt pretty bad during the day, especially after he got done working out
with the other jocks in Weightlifting.


We were paired together in Chemistry class to work on a project. Since I
was the only kid living at my house, and Andrei's host family had other
teenagers living there, we decided it'd be best to go to my house to do the
research. I warned Andrei, though, that he had to leave the house by
8:00pm, although I didn't tell him why. I didn't want anyone to know about
my father. It'd be embarrassing.


One night while we were studying, Andrei asked about a bruise on my upper
arm. I told him it was nothing, but he didn't accept that for an
answer. "Tell me.. what it is." he told me through his thick accent. Even
with his poor pronunciation, he emitted an air of dominance. I told him
that my dad had overreacted one night over something dumb and hit me, and
that it wasn't a big deal.


"I won't help a father to beat his kid.. is wrong." he replied.


"Please, Andrei. There's no need to get involved. It's not that bad." I
pleaded.


"I stay here past 8 o'clock, then let's see who is bigger.. your father or
I." he ignored my pleas and stated his intentions. A nervous explosion
ripped through me and I asked him again to leave.


"I don't want you to get involved. It's bad enough that I get hurt." I
said, although my resolve was diminishing.


"You have fear that I get hurt by your father, he who's that weak and
attacks his child?" Andrei let out a deep laugh and took off his tank
top. "Alan, I don't fear your weak father.. look at me." he said as he
flexed his chest. His big pecs bounced into form and became rock hard. He
spread his arms out then curled them to his shoulders, letting me view his
display of power finally up close. He then grabbed the bottoms of his gym
shorts and lifted them up, showing me how thick his thighs were.


"Do you think I should fear?" he smirked.


"Wow.." was all I could say. The routine slamming of the door resonated
through the house, and like clockwork, fear pierced my moment of
awe. "Please, he's home. Don't let him hurt me." I begged, feeling pathetic
that I had to ask this Ukrainian stud to protect me.


"Haha, YOU will not be hurt.." he laughed, placing emphasis on the `you'.


My dad burst through the room, yelling, "Who the fuck is laughing?" his
expression of anger changed completely once he saw Andrei, still shirtless,
standing in the middle of my room. Andrei smirked at my dad, who turned
around and bolted for the door.


As Andrei took off running after him, I saw his massive calves flexing with
each step he took. His powerful legs propelled him across the room, and it
was more like he was gliding than running. He caught my dad easily and
chokeslammed him to the ground.


"You cannot run.. your punishment begins now." Andrei said calmly. "Now, I
did not shower for some days now. Forgive me, it is maybe smelly there.."
as he took off his gym shorts, leaving him in nothing but a jock strap and
his filthy black socks. He grabbed my dad's head and encased it between his
meaty thighs.


"Watch my legs.." he told me as the ripples in his legs became more
apparent with him flexing them.


"Please let me go!" my dad's drunken voice sounded muffled as he was
talking into Andrei's dirty jockstrap. "It hurts so much!" he barely
managed to scream as Andrei continued to squeeze his head. Andrei didn't
seem to be getting tired at all, but my dad looked like his eyes might pop
out of their sockets with how hard Andrei was screaming.


"Okey, now you will get up, then we shall box.." Andrei instructed as he
released his scissorhold on my dad and helped him to his feet. "This is
your chance, you might put me down like a dog." Andrei laughed. "In fact, I
let you hit first.. isn't it fair?"


My dad just looked at him like he was crazy. He had just been forced to
inhale the smell of Andrei's dirty jock while having his head crushed
between the Ukrainian's thighs. "Come, or do you wish that I hit you
first?" Andrei asked as he flexed his biceps for my dad to see.


My dad got closer to Andrei and threw a hard punch that I was so familiar
with to Andrei's face. It hit dead on Andrei's jaw, but Andrei didn't
stagger like I always did. In fact, he continued laughing. "That did not
hurt.. not even a bit. Are you certain, that you tried? Here, I show you
how man hits." Andrei drew back his first, and leaned into his punch,
putting all 220 lbs of muscle into the hit. My dad went flying across the
living room, with some of his broken teeth trailing behind him.


"That is how man hits. But it is not done with." Andrei smiled as he walked
over to where my dad was laying, blood running out of his mouth. "Next, I
show you the power in my legs. You tasted them earlier, yes? But now you
will feel not just pressure, but pain too."


"Please.. no more pain." my dad begged with broken teeth teetering
dangerously in his mouth.


"I recall, Alan there was hurt many times by you, yes? But you stopped
not. yes? I won't stop either. It is fair that way." Andrei smiled as he
slowly approached the trembling man. "Now stand, you pathetic drunk."
Andrei commanded in his deep voice.


My dad scrambled to his feet, his eyes darting to the door and back. "In
English, I believe they call it `roundhouse kick'. Stand still, now."
Andrei casually instructed as if he were teaching a dance class. Before
either my dad or me had seen what was coming, Andrei had thrown a very
swift and powerful kick to my dad's chest. My dad went flying once more
against a wall and it didn't look like he was going to be able to move much
more.


"Now, it's time to humiliate you more, yes? Here. I have smelly feets too."
Andrei removed his dirty socks to reveal his filthy soles. "Disgusting,
yes? Come and sniff, faggot." Andrei laughed as my dad twitched in
pain. But he forced himself to crawl over to Andrei, fearing the
consequences of disobeying. I could hear him sniffing Andrei's feet, and
his response was a very repulsed look. They did appear to be very sweaty
and smelly.


"I don't want that you can escape at all.. no, no escape for you. What do I
do? Ah, yes.. very simplistic. Remember the power that I punched you with?"
Andrei smirked. I doubted my father would ever forget such
strength. "Extend your legs, faggot." Andrei commanded.


My father stretched out his legs weakly, and Andrei shocked me even more
with his next action. He repeatedly punched my father in the thighs until
they were a disturbing black and blue color. My father would not be able to
walk, much less barely move his legs after that.


"Tell me, faggot.. is my fists damaged? Do they seem hurt?" Andrei asked as
he held up his fists to my dad's face.


"No.. they don't." he muttered weakly.


"Do you know the reason? For I am a fighter. I crushed you, like a fly. No
escape for you. Next I will humiliate further."


Andrei shocked the hell out of me with his next move. He walked over to the
coffee table and squated over it. I watched, mesmerized and unable to look
away, as the loud sound of him squeezing thick pieces of shit out of his
muscular ass reverberated throughout the room.


"Come here and sniff, like a dog." Andrei commanded. My dad looked like a
paraplegic, using his arms to scoot along the floor as his legs were
basically dead. He looked repulsed as the turds were thicker than his
wrist, but Andrei followed through with his order. He forced my dad's nose
into the shit and kept it there until my dad nearly threw up.


"You are not man.. you are dog. Weak, puny dog." Andrei laughed. I felt
turned on and disgusted at the same time. But a strange sense of relief
washed over me as I watched my dad be completely dominated and humiliated
by a teenager. Cruel justice, it was.


"Alan, you want to see dad here become fucked like he is woman?" Andrei
asked. I knew his question was rhetorical. He was about to dominate my
dad's asshole whether he liked it or not. Andrei easily ripped off the
pants my dad was wearing and began to massage his cock.


"I would command a blowjob, but I do not want broken teeth to cut my
tool.." Andrei laughed again at his own destruction. Blood was still
dripping out of my dad's mouth, which was now covered with Ukrainian teen
shit.


His immense uncut cock began to swell up. Several prominent veins snaked
their way down his shaft to his base. He penetrated my dad's tight hole
without warning, and I'll never forget the blood curdling scream my dad let
out.


"It hurts?" Andrei asked. "Well, maybe I could be a bit gentle." Andrei
laughed.


"But no, you never was gentle to Alan. Why do you deserve it? Nah, you
don't." Andrei let his large cock slam completely inside my dad, who was in
tears by now.


"No.. No.. I'm sorry." he cried out, but Andrei simply laughed and ignored
him.


"Women beg.. are you woman?" Andrei said loudly as he continued to hammer
my dad's asshole into pieces.


"Please.." was all I could hear my dad murmur before he lost his voice from
screaming so loudly. Andrei fucked my dad for what seemed like forever
until he began to shake violently. "Take my seed!" he growled loudly and
pulled out quickly before cumming all over my dad. It was everywhere! It
covered his ass, his back, his legs, and his hair. My father collapsed onto
the coffee table which Andrei had been fucking him over, his face meshed
into Andrei's pile of shit.


"Hm, I don't think funtime is over." Andrei laughed. "Look how small your
dad's nipples is.. so tiny. Pitiful American. Pitiful drunk." he exclaimed
as he massaged his own, big and thick nipples.


"Some more crushing, yes?" Andrei grinned as he stood over my dad, who was
hunched over the coffee table. Andrei stood with his legs on either side of
my dad's ribcage area and brought his thighs together. I watched in
amazement as his huge thighs flexed with power until a distinct `cracking'
noise could be heard throughout the room.


"What? Already? What a weak man.." Andrei mocked, referring to my dad's
broken ribs.


Andrei released his grip on my dad, causing my dad to droop to the floor.


Andrei walked back to where I was standing and had been watching and asked,
"So, your dad.. not very scary now, yes? Cannot walk, hardly
breathe.. barely talk.. no pride. I think is funny. He won't hurt you now,
huh? So weak. But wait, if he hurts you once more.. well, I stay in America
until June, don't I? Hope he won't forget my power for long time to come.."
Andrei finished his pounding by throwing up his arms in double rear bicep
pose as he walked towards my door.


"Oh yes, Alan. I am here tomorrow too for homework, and then I will too
remain past 8. That's okay with you, yes? I thought so. Good night." with
that, I watched his powerful hams flex as he walked to his car, and my eyes
averted to my powerless father lying in the floor, barely conscious.


"My turn." I said as I approached my once abusive father.