This was my stepdad, Sal. He was always mean to me and my mom, and I don’t know why she stayed with him–I think she was afraid more than anything–so I decided to do something about it. I’d always been a wiz at computer programming, but it still took a lot of experimentation, but pretty soon Sal’s computer was flashing all sorts of suggestions at him all day long.

It was a slow process, getting him interested in guys. I think he’d been at least a bit bi, or it probably wouldn’t have worked at all. From there, making him a submissive bitch who craved punishment was easy. I was enjoying myself, I admit it. He started going out all night long, cruising from club to bathhouse to craigslist orgy, until he finally gave up and left us for good. My mom is pretty broken up about it, but we’re doing better now that he’s out of our lives for good.

Still, I won’t say I didn’t get my personal satisfaction. I tracked him down at the filthy YMCA apartment he rented with the money he made selling himself, and gave him a fisting he won’t soon forget.