Sex with Baba (father)_(1)

I was 20 years old living with my parents and little siblings in a house with 3 rooms. My parents were born and raised in Turkey and so i am of Turkish heritage. For the past 2 years my parents kept on arguing repeatedly but would get back to their old selves quick. However the situation had escalated and reached a point of no return. Arguments occurred daily and life in that house was terrible. My dad had become someone completely different and not in a good way. He became obsessed with material things and gave very little of his earnings to us. The incident really blew up when saw texts of him and several other women writing compliments about each other.

This was the same time that I grew and obsession that only continued to grow. I became extremely aroused by gay sex and giant cocks. Although I never really classified myself as gay or never watched gay porn in my life all my fantasies were about men with big cocks fucking me in my asshole and me giving oral pleasure to him. This led me to eventually buying some toys for my own pleasure. I stored them in a lock box to keep it hidden from everyone else. One day my mother and I agreed that we had enough of my dad’s bullshit and decided to pack a few things and leave with the kids. I grabbed the essentials like my laptop etc and left. Of course my toys remained in the house. I thought it would be safe and locked away until we go back for the remaining items and so left my toys there.

Around a week and a half later after moving temporarily to my elder sister’s house I got on a train to get to my university classes. On my way there I received a text from a private number. I had blocked my dad’s number as I had nothing but hatred for him and so opened it up thinking it was ok. I opened the text and was shocked at what I saw. It was an image of a few sex toys that included a dildo, butt plugs, a douche and more. I soon realised they were mine. My dad found a way to break the box open and see what was inside. I worryingly replied with a simple question mark. A minute or two later he replied back saying “If you don’t want anybody else to know about this come home ASAP and let’s talk”. I immediately got off the train and went back to the house. Throughout the journey my heart was pounding not knowing what to expect from this ‘talk’.

The 20 minute journey felt like twenty years. I finally made it to the house. I knocked on the door and he opened almost immediately. Upon opening the door he invited me in with a calm face. On the centre of the table was my toy box. He told me to sit on the chair next to the box and so I did. As he sat down next to me with the box in between us I started to panic and my facial expressions showed it. He saw this and gently laid his hand in my thigh saying “relax”. He opened up the conversation asking me what this box was and whether it was mine or not when really he already knew it was indeed mine. I tried biting around the bush, mumbling and stuttering as I attempted to persuade him it wasn’t mine. He looked at me with a long gaze and gave a slight smirk which was followed by the sentence “don’t be scared, I know this is yours”. At this moment it knew something was not right. He was incredibly calm about it when I was worrying of the opposite. “I know it’s yours so don’t try convincing me it is not” he stated. “Please don’t tell anybody I made a mistake and it won’t happen again” I replied.
“You want me to keep this as a secret?” he said. “Well I have some conditions if that’s what you want” he added. I looked directly at him with nerves rushing through my body and nodded my head as if to say what are the conditions.