Trigger warning what follows is about my abuse as a young, little boy. It is a painful memory that I have that may hurt others reading it.
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When I was little like 4 to 6 / 7 yrs old one of the things done to me by both the hell spawn siblings to cause me pain and make me compliant and by my adult AF (adoptive father) to make me more compliant was … using rubbing alcohol on my butt and little boy parts. Ok I have danced around it, I guess I have to explain.
I would be grabbed by the hell spawn when no one was around. It took at least two or three to do this. They would strip me of my clothing, knowing what was coming I tried to resist which really they liked because it showed how much more powerful they were than me. They would force me face down, with one / more holding my upper body down, and another pinning my legs down.
Trigger warning, last chance to bail on this, I sure wish I could, but this has been hitting me day and night so I have to get it out.
Once they had me pinned down, they would pry my clenched butt cheeks open. I would struggle to hold them closed with everything I had … but I always lost. Once they had my butt cheeks spread open, they would pour rubbing alcohol down my butt crack, letting it flow over my stretched butthole and over my tinny scrotum / little penis. I would cry, thrash, beg, … and it burned so bad. Often the hell spawn siblings would stop there unless one of them wanted to punish me more or one of the males wanted to prove a point. The adoptive father would do this sometimes if I did not willingly give him what he wanted. They / he would put his finger in rubbing alcohol and then rub it on my anus, my butt hole, then resoak their finger and jam it into me. I soon learned that when it was threatened to be a good and submit with no fight, to be the submissive fuck … doll, fleshlight, what ever, be the warm body they needed to come in, to humiliate. The memories hurt, but not as much as the pain of having rubbing alcohol poured over my anus, little balls and on my tiny penis. Or forced roughly into my sore asshole. I learned to not fight, to give in quickly and often. It was bad enough to have a penis, a dick thrust into me at that age with no lube and little prep, but to have such a painful substance put on it first … it was horrible.
This is the memory that has been disturbing my sleep and upsetting me during the day. Thank you for letting me express it, to try to get it out of my system. Hugs. Scottie