Child Abuse Story From That Lad

by Name Undisclosed
(Location Undisclosed)

My story: 
When I look back at my first ever smile, it was with my abuser. I said my first words to my abuser. Well, let me tell my secret. When I was 5 my mum left me and my dad.

My dad drank a lot and never had much time for me. He would go the pub and leave me with the babysitter. He was one of my dad's friends. This guy always was very nice to me, something I wasn't used to. He used to play games with me a lot.

On my sixth birthday my dad said he had to go get my present, which meant he was going to the pub. I smiled and said ok. I was glad in a way. I knew I'd get to play like I normally did with the babysitter.

This time when he came would be the day I will always remember. It started out as normal. He made me laugh and he gave me a little cake and sang me happy birthday. He made me happy. He told me he had a game for me, what was only for us, and he had made it up. We always played games so I said ok. I remember he kept saying it's just for us and he had made it up for my birthday.

He said this game would make him really happy and if I was good at it he would take me shopping and buy me something nice. I said ok and smiled, as I thought he's like my father figure, as my dad was always out drunk somewhere. Well, he told me to get on my knees, so I did. He pulled his pants down and looked down at his penis. I had never seen a big penis before and started to cry. He said don't worry. He asked me if I wanted to make him happy. I said yes. He came over and put his hand over my head and said let's see how good you are at my new game. He put his penis in my mouth. He started to pull my head towards him. I was so confused. It hurt so bad. As he pulled my head harder towards him he was moaning saying I was good at the game and he was going to treat me and if I swallow what was going in my mouth I'd win soon. After, I found out what he meant, he came in my mouth. He took me shopping like he said. All the time I thought that was the end.

I didn't know the night after my birthday he would rape me. The next night came. Dad was gone again. He said he got another game. I said I didn't like the last one. He said if I didn't like it this time we would never do it again. I smiled and so ok he says. This game is different. He took my pjs off and laid me on my belly he took all his clothes off. I started crying, saying I don't like it. He said after the game is over, if I didn't like it then he'd never do it again.

When he put himself in me I screamed so loud that he put his hand over my mouth and carried on saying it will be all over soon. When he was done, my whole body was numb. I was so upset that he put me in the bath and washed the blood and cum off me, telling me he would never do it again. He never did, but he took my childhood away. I can't forget what happened, but I wonder who abused me the most: my dad or the guy who made me so happy but so sad.

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