My dad's punishments were designed to humiliate me. He used to make to make me give him shoulder and foot massages, each one lasting three hours. His feet were always so sweaty, especially after work. He would also shout commands like if I was having trouble taking off his work boots or socks he would shouts "Pull, faggot or I'll use your face as a footstool!" No he wasn't bluffing. This did happen on a few occasions. Sometimes he would bring a friend home from work and I would have to serve them both for the night. I would do things like bring them food and drinks. If what they wasn't in the house I would have to go out and buy it, using my own money. Then as they ate and drank I would be on the floor licking their feet clean while they laughed and spit bits of food at me. I told my mom once and my dad punished me by sitting and farting on me. "This is for running to your mommy!" he mocked. I never told on him after that day.
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