Revenge, at first though sweet, bitter ‘ere long back on itself recoils.

“I suppose he must have thought he could get away with it. Does he think I am stupid? Does he think I won’t find out he is dating my daughter? Let me tell you, only I decide who my daughter will see and who she will marry. No, she has no say in it. Don’t talk to me about your liberal ways, allowing her to be with who she wants. That’s not the way it works. She will marry the one that will profit the family, nothing more and nothing less. So last week it is reported to me that she is seeing this man. I had him followed for three days and nights, and it’s true. They were seen together, dining in a restaurant and then kissing in his car.

So tonight, as a matter of fact, right about now, as I enjoy myself in this club with a nice juicy steak, good wine, and later some fun with the dancers, he is learning how painful it is to displease me.

Let’s put it this way, by the time they’ve finished with him tonight, he’ll be sipping his food out of a straw, and that won’t look too cool in any of the fancy restaurants where he’s been taking my daughter. I will break him. My cellphone sits here by my side, in the next ten minutes I will get a call to tell me it is done. So let us not talk of such things.

Let us talk of what I will do with one of these stunning lap dancers later tonight. I sense you feel some hypocrisy, I am free to do as I please and yet my daughter must marry who I tell her to? I’m sorry, I am very sorry, but it really is one thing for men, and another for women. It’s the law of nature. The man must spread his seed far and wide, and the woman must remain faithful.

Tonight I will take one of these unsuspecting beauties to my hotel suite, and I will fuck her to within an inch of her life. You think I am joking? First, I will handcuff her, then soften her up with a sound caning. She’ll be a mess of welts and weals and broken skin. Then I shall put a full face mask over her head so she can barely breathe, tie her down and take her every which way I please, her pussy, her ass, her mouth, if she does not perform to my expectations I will break her too. I reserve three rooms at the hotel each time. My room, and an empty room either side of me so the screams cannot be heard. I have to teach these filthy sluts that if they want to strip and provoke men for a living, one day they are going to meet a real man who will deal with the problem. The girls I take home with me never work again. When I’ve finished with them a mongrel dog wouldn’t fuck them. I am sorry if it sounds harsh, but these girls sign up for this the day they decide to become filthy whores… ah excuse me, my cellphone, it’s ringing, this will be the confirmation.

Yes? Ok, good. The package is delivered? Excellent. Thank you. Excuse me? What problem? Don’t give me your problems. My daughter, she was with him? Where is she? What the fuck are you telling me? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TELLING ME? By Christ, you will pay for this you fucking imbeciles. You will watch as I throw your innards on the fire, believe me…

I have had some terrible news, really, the worst news. These morons have screwed up. My daughter was with this bastard when they started to beat him, and she had a gun and fired at them…now…now…I can hardly bear to say it…they have killed her. They have killed my only daughter. What am I going to do? What am I going to do? I ….I can’t live without her…!”

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Hi, I’m Joseph O’Connor. I am a twenty-six year old man from Texas, USA. I fell into writing about sex toys when I was looking for a way to both try new things and explore my body… Things progressed rapidly. It turns out there aren’t many (straight) men that can talk about sex the way I do without getting downright ridiculous. I’m always reading more/learning about the human body and sexual response and always looking for ways to improve my sex life (and that of those I come in contact with)

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