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There was first the quiet ripping sound, and then the pain he loved so much. Jeremy pinched another hair between his fingers and tugged until it gave in and was separated from it’s home in Jeremy’s scrotum. His soft flesh was now a red, almost purple hue from all the abuse, and where a thick forest once grew, now only a few sparse survivors stood awkwardly alienated. Those few would be spared, as Jeremy moaned and let the orgasm fill him up until there was nothing left but pleasure. He forgot in this perfect moment all he had cried himself to sleep about the night before, and for a few seconds, was content with his life.
His head slowly stopped spinning, and was greeted with the same horrible place that he was just so happy to have escaped. He had been at this… how long now? It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, he thought. He had walked into the solitude of the bathroom at 4:40 (He remembered because his favorite show, Gundam Wing, ended at 4:30, and ten minutes of searching for an exit from the usual filth of television was 10 minutes longer than he ever deserved to be subjected to) and so now it couldn’t be later than five, which would give him half an hour before father would be home.
“No problem”, he thought, “half an hour to clean up my mess will be more than enough time.” He surveyed the bathroom, and took note of everything that must be done to conceal what had gone on in this room. His father mustn’t find out. Not after last night… but no time to think about that. He eyed his penis, which looked like it had been attacked with a cheese shredder. He could faintly see the bloody scabs below the gobs of semen. He quickly decided that the first step should be to clean himself off. He rubbed his genitalia with a piece of toilet paper, which stung on the open wounds but did the job, and quite frankly, proved to add to the situation for Jeremy. Now all that was left to do was to pick up all the pubic hair on the floor and get rid of it in half an hour… then father will never know.
He started to pick up the hair and thought bitterly of last night. How could father be so stupid? It’s my body, and I can do what I want with it. Jeremy shifted his weight to pick up pubic hair from another tiled section of the bathroom floor, and as he did, his penis rubbed against his shorts, causing immense pain, to the point where it almost wasn’t fun anymore. Another reminder of his father’s ignorance.
He could hear his father’s voice screaming in his memory… “Jeremy, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Look at you… doesn’t that hurt? How can you possibly enjoy yourself when you’re in that much pain? Look at yourself… are you a fucking freak? A faggot or something? I’ll have none of that in this house… if I see so much as one scar, one cut, one fucking bruise on your body that you can’t explain, I’m gonna kill your fucking dog. Is that what you want?”
His father just didn’t understand that the pain added to the pleasure. He unzipped his pants to see again the damage done to his penis. It looked like a decaying animal now, not a body part. But it felt so good… he had only discovered masturbation maybe a month ago. The frequent rubbing had worn off too much skin, and the rubbing began to hurt more than arouse. But he learned to appreciate it… now that he had had a taste of the feeling of perfection, he wouldn’t let a flesh wound get in his way of achieving it again. So he had learned to appreciate the pain, and let it add to his enjoyment. Oh, he was in paradise! Watching the blood that supported the erection squirt onto his hands and stain the sheets of his bed as he jerked it harder and harder. But that’s when father had found him, and for his dog’s sake, he mustn’t show any signs of “depravity” any more. And he had already picked up about a fourth of the hair… what time is it? A little after five, probably. He hadn’t been picking up hair for all that long.
He stood up, threw the clump of hair into the toilet, and stepped out of the bathroom to find a clock. His dog greeted him, it’s eyes lighting up at his master’s presence. Jeremy smiled to see his dog, and sat down to pet him for a moment. “I’ll protect you, boy” said Jeremy. “All I need to do is finish up and it’ll only take me a couple of minu-“ he was cut short by the sound of the front door swinging open and shut. Oh my god! It couldn’t be… he looked at the clock… 5:30 already? Shit shit shit!
He ran back into the bathroom and locked the door. Frantically picking up the hair from the floor, it now seemed like an impossibly endless task. He had just about finished half of the floor when his father knocked on the door. “Just a minute!” Jeremy called, trying to sound casual. “I have to pee.”
He listened as his father grumbled something incoherent and sat down in a chair in the living room. The TV clicked on. Bob Saget’s voice from “America’s Funniest Home Videos” would easily cover the sound of him urinating, so there was no need to fake it for his father, which was good, because there was still a lot of hair on the floor, and the time it would take to fake urination would be a great setback. Three fourths done now… shit! More knocks at the door.
“What the hell are you doing? It doesn’t take 5 minutes to take a fucking piss!” yelled his father.
“I know, father, but-“ he started to comprise an excuse, but his was interrupted by his father bursting through the door, leaving Jeremy revealed with his hands full of pubic hair, and more of them lying on the floor. Jeremy started to cry, as he knew a wicked punishment would ensue.
“What the fuck? I warned you about this faggot shit!”
Before Jeremy could answer, his father was stomping away down the hall. Oh, what to do now? His father had a very short temper… but before his thoughts could get too far, a weak yelp from his dog followed by a lot of whimpering rang through the house. Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat- he couldn’t believe what he heard… it couldn’t be real! The tears running down his 12-year-old cheeks blurred his vision as he ran to find out what had happened. He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision, and instantly regretted it. His father stood before him, a large butchering knife in one hand, his dog’s head in the other.
“I warned you, you little faggot!” screamed his father. Jeremy couldn’t stop screaming in horror as his dad berated him. Barely able to see, he ran to his room to hide from his father and jumped into his bed. The tears continued to flow as fear and hate welled up inside of him. How could he do this? It’s just not fair…
“Get your ass over here, you fucking queer. I’m gonna beat the faggot out of you, and you’re going to be normal from now on, or things will only get a lot worse for you, you understand!?” screamed his father, as he barged into the room. His father held in his dog blood-soaked hands a metal pipe, which he patted into his palm as if to demonstrate the solid quality of it. Jeremy screamed as his father picked him up and bend him over the side of his bed, and began to break Jeremy’s tailbone with the pipe. The cracking of his bones echoed as loud as the yelp of his dog had. It hurt so much… but that was kind of exciting, once you got used to it.
The spankings started to seem less horrible each time, and started to be somewhat enjoyable. The pipe would send immense surges of pain through his body, and the pause between strikes started to seem more painful than the strikes themselves. This kind of pain was so new… so intense! Just as Jeremy started to enjoy himself, his father stopped the beating. Jeremy’s rear end was horribly mangled, and he could feel loose fragments of bone moving inside of him when he tried to pull his body up onto his bed again. But he was interrupted again as his father grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around.
It would be impossible not to notice the erection that Jeremy had. Once again, his father’s eyes filled with rage.
“You fucking queer, I warned you!” he shouted.
Jeremy didn’t know what to do now, but didn’t have much time to think before the metal pipe smashed against his head, leaving a large gash that instantly started to spew blood onto the sheets of his bed and the floor. Jeremy didn’t notice though, that last hit had taken him to his happy place… where everything was filled with pleasure and the world’s problems no longer existed.
Just before the orgasm, Jeremy thought to himself that nothing would be better than going to that pleasure filled world and never returning, and got his wish, as with the next stroke of the pipe, Jeremy’s brains spilled out messily, spraying onto the wall, the bed, and the floor. Now Jeremy’s father started to cry. Between sobs, he spoke out loud, as if testifying his thoughts to someone of importance, but his words fell only on the ears of his lifeless son. “I’m sorry… son… but there are no fags… in this house… I… I had to do it… I hope… in hell… you will see it my way.”
He sat there crying for another hour, lonely but glad to have done what was necessary in the proper way, vowing never to have another child for fear of it getting strange, wrong ideas like Jeremy had.
“The world is a better place,” he said, sadly and solemnly. “The world is a better place.”

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