My name is Tom Dubois, and this is My Voice
If I had a voice, I would tell you
the reason why I fear getting prison raped so much.
It was a fear of mine that has existed since my young teen years, after an incident occured when I was just 13,
involving me and my father...
I remember that I was playing outside in the street in front of my house with some friends,
and we had decided to play some baseball.
So my best friend Josh was pitcher, and I was the batter on time.
Josh threw a fastball at me, swear it was going like 90 miles an hour or something like that.
I closed my eyes and swung, and I could feel the bat connect with the ball, but the feeling of awesomeness ended pretty quickly,
right when we all saw the ball go flying into the living room window of my house, shatter the glass, and land inside.
My father stuck his head out the now broken window, and I knew I was in deep trrouble.
My friends grabbed their things and quickly bolted home.
I trudged inside of the house, into the living room, to face my enraged father.
For a black man, his face was really red,
like a thermometer,
ready to explode,
like a volcano spewing lava.
I was ready for the biggest ass whooping in my life.
My father grabbed me roughly by the scruff of my neck and leaned me over the arm rest of the couch,
pulled down my shorts,
then my boxers.
I closed my eyes as I felt his hand against my ass,
and fought back tears as I felt the rough leather skin of his belt against my delicate flesh.
But just as I thought he was done, he held my head down, then spread my buttcheeks apart.
I was thinking deeply as to what he was doing, but it all stopped when I felt what felt like a soggy stick go all the way in my butthole.
It was more painful than the ass whooping itself.
I turned my head around and saw that my own father was using his "bathroom part" and jacking off in my ass.
Tears came down my face as I screamed at the top of my lungs.
But no one heard my cries, my cries of pain,
cries of fear,
cries of rape.
When my father finally finished, he grunted some more, and I felt a gooey wetness all over my back.
He pulled up his pants, and chuckled softly as he walked away, leaving me to catch my breath,
to feel violated,
to feel so helpless,
and vulnerable.
When you end up getting raped, it's an experiance you will never ever forget,
especially if the person who raped you is someone you know, like a friend,
or someone who's close to you, like your own father.