N is a little boy.
He hates it when Daddy forced him to look into his angry, red eyes.
N hates how his daddy still makes him sit in his lap.
And he hates how his daddy's arms hold him close, a hard mass pressing into the small of his back.
N hates how his daddy throws him so roughly on his bed.
And he hates when his daddy kneels over him and starts touching him, roughly molesting him.
His big hands are rough and dry and painful.
He hates when his daddy forcefully spreads his legs, so rough he's afraid he'll split in two.
And his daddy thrusts into him, hard and fast.
N starts weeping and sobbing, throwing punches against his dad's hard chest, and his daddy thrusts even faster and harder, animalistic grunts getting past his clenched teeth.
And his daddy increases his pace, stroking N without any rhythm or tempo.
He hates when his daddy's dry fingers press inside of his little hole, groping painfully and awkwardly inside him.
And he hates how his daddy tugs at his small cock as he pulls his fingers out.
N tenses up and closes his eyes tight as his daddy presses the head of his cock to his abused hole; he knows it'll hurt until the end, it always does.
And N hates his daddy, because his daddy hurts him every night.
And his daddy softly murmurs what a good boy he is and strokes him, rubbing his sides and back where he can reach his son.
His daddy shudders and grunts, as he cums inside of N, which feels warm and wet but at the same time disgusting and completely wrong.
Ghetsis doesn't care for N. He just cares about himself.
It hurts a lot as his daddy pulls out of him. He doesn't want this. He never wanted this. He just wants his daddy embraces him and sleep with him in a warm bed. But he knows, that will never be.
His daddy cleans him up with a towel from his bath, and kisses his forehead, and tells N that he did good, and that he loves him.
N can't even look his father in the eyes as he whispers back that he loves him too and his eyes are blurred with tears.
His daddy tucks him snugly into bed, brushing his hair back and kissing his forehead again, slurring a goodnight.
N mumbled goodnight back. Ghetsis leaves, turning off his light and locking the door.
He buries himself in his bedcovers, clutching his bruised body with brittle arms as he drifts into oblivion with only one thought in his head:
He hates his daddy.
He hates him so much.
End.