I knew a big lump of shit had hit the fan even before descending the staircase. My step-dad Keith, was furious about my recent general behavior and specifically a spate of drunken nights out. Mom yelled at him from the kitchen, saying the most vicious things while they argued about me.”You can’t send her to

Leigh entered her son’s bedroom with her arms full of cleaning products and dragging the vacuum behind her. She could trust her son to keep his room relatively tidy, but liked to pop in every two weeks or so to go over it thoroughly. He was a teenager after all, albeit nearly 20.Leigh looked about.

This is the story of how I and my friends turned my brother into a naked slave.My name is Varsha and I have a little brother called Suresh. My dad passed away a few years after Suresh was born and my mom was a tailor who struggled like crazy to educate us. Sadly, I was

It’s amazing what you can get used to. I mean, if you grow up around something, see all the time, then it becomes normal to you. I’ve seen all kinds of things: blood, broken ribs, tears, bruises. I’ve seen it all, and that was at 6 years old. My father was a supreme asshole. He

I gagged and my whole muscular 6 ft frame seized up. I had taken about 6-7 inches down my throat but the stresses of the work day had built up in my chest and throat preventing me from taking the rest.”Roll over” Bill ordered and I did as I was told. Bill was 6’7 and