As a boy i was regularly sexualy abused by my Father, My first memory if it was when i was five i remember him coming into my bedroom at night and slipping his hand under the sheets and into my pyjama bottoms as i lay there pretending to be asleep while he played with me, I would regularly have to sit on his lap and while mother was out of the room he's stroke my legs and butt and push his bulge against it, As i grew things got worse he'd start stripping me at night and suck me as i lay still then he'd force his cock into my mouth until he squirted in my mouth making me gag and splutter, He'd also take me to meet his freinds where i was passsed around and fucked by both him and them, One man even took photos of it happening i was eleven when that happened, Although i didn't like what he did to me i went along with it as i knew no better and i did as i was told in those days, There was one man who paid my father to let him tie me up then spank and fuck me as long as my father was paid he didn't care what these men did to me or make me do he got a kick out of it even masturbating as he watched them abuse me, By thirteen i was in high demand as he cashed in on it i was photographed and filmed as i was used and raped many times and i became numb to it all, Eventualy they stopped but my father didn't he still fucked me until he died when i was 18, By then i was so conditioned i was enjoying it strange as it may seem especialy when he was rough with me, Even now i like a male lover to be rough in fact the rougher the better.