My Sexy Fat Dad; Episode 2: The Dingleberry Violation!

My Sexy Fat Dad; Episode 2: The Dingleberry Violation! Click this link to catch up with the Episode 1: My Sexy Fat Dad: Episode 1; Mum Abandons Him For The Poles Of Vegas.

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First of all, what is a Dildo? I know a Dildo to be a substance or material or better still, a “Sex Toy” that substitutes a Penis and gives the female almost the same sexual pleasure or adventure of the penis or maybe not almost, after all it depends on how you utilize it.

Ever since my Mum abandoned my Dad and I, my Dad has been bed-ridden! maybe not for the most of the abandonment period but for pretty much well over half of it. At exactly two years after my Mum left my Dad and I, my Dad’s life had almost been flushed down the drain with no toilet paper to cover it. My Dad was a Sex-Freak while he was young, he was so handsome, almost everyone he met wanted to take him for ransom. He was as sexy as a Sex Doll programmed with Artificial Intelligence. He was like a Statue built with wings.

While he was young, he lived a life full of vanity. It was adventurous, it was explosive, it was mind blowing, but when a Man fails to do what really matter as a husband and as a Dad, his age, his feebleness, his future will most likely be his adversary.

As my Dad and Mum began to grow in the marriage they began to realize that not only are they human and have their limits in sexual exploration but even a powerful sexual and sexual bond shared by a young kinky couple can also be stretched to it’s limit and broken apart. When this happens, what holds the marriage together? how does the couple keep up with that amazing connection?

Of course, a lot of us would say “Through Love” “It’s Love” “Love Conquers All” But can love truly conquer all in a marriage where both the Man and Wife fail to grow as Humans? as Individuals? as Parents?

Year Two, precisely a year, 10 months and about 21 days since my Mum faded away from my Dad’s life, he still calls her name out at night, he cries about her every morning, he jerks of to her portraits on the Bed, he strokes to her landscapes on the couch. Her viral videos he consumes on the internet on his tablet while taking a dump, a pathetic dump I must say.

Year Three, 2 month to be exact, the pathetic state of my beloved Father intensifies, he now jerks of to the audio of my Mum right in front of Me. Every-time I stare he covers his face with my Mum’s unwashed panties. At first I was disgusted by the degraded state of my Father, but after his constant repetition of these events, I could only shake my head for him, I shook my head so much I started developing swellings on my neck, my head began to dangle in my sleep like a pendulum clock. On one sorrowful Sunday, I almost broke my neck while my excuse for a Dad climaxed. Believe me when I say that my Dad was single but at the same in a case of domestic violence, he violated his manhood, he took his Man out of the Hood!

Sooner than later, my Dad began to realize that no amount of beating, no amount of stroking, no amount of wankidoddles, would bring his manhood, his supposed Man Pride, his conquered self-esteem, his failed Father Figure back to life. It couldn’t be resurrected his dingleberry was starved but could not be fed.

I really wish my Dad could see life from my Angle, that he could separate his soul from his body and see for himself how much he had sunk his existence. I really wish he would realize that sometimes in life, sex and pleasure is not the answer to all questions, to all insecurities. That sometimes our soberness, our miserable nature can be our uplifting because only then do we see ourselves for who we truly are, what we are made of and not what society paints as a portrait of us.

Still in the Third Year of my Father’s historical abandonment, three years, eight months my stripper of a Mum had left us, and I’m still asking myself why is he the only broken one? Don’t I deserve to feel useless too? After all I am the child, he is my Father, he is supposed to be strong for my sake. Why do I live a life full of irony?

We are in the month of August, Thank God! at least my Dad made it this far in one price. But he wasn’t whole, he was ill, he was full of damaged organs, his body had finally broken down. The doctors identified my Dad as the most sexually high and misled patient they had ever attended to. Apparently my Dad had this stupid idea that life was meant to be full of pleasure and only pleasure, no rational thinking, no human will/dive but just simply pleasure, he was fond of calling the word “Ecstasy.”

My Dad’s Brain was damaged, the constant violation of his dingleberry had affected the pressure points of his Brain, weakening every nerve and cerebral functioning centre of his brain, his poor brain was overworked, it was finally demanding a break, his organs, heart, kidney, liver where all demanding a strike, land the doctors hoped it wouldn’t be permanent, we had to come up with a solution.

But even in the emergency room, in the ward where I watched my Dad being strolled on top speed to the surgical theatre, different contrasting beeps coming to life, my biggest fear wasn’t him loosing his life! It revolved round a big question, I kept asking myself as I paced round the hospital corridor; “Would my Dad be able to make a decision? Would he be able to make the right choice?”

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