1. Allison 1


    Date: 7/9/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: Pussyeeter, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    talking to a vast majority of my family members at all. Today, some say that I was mentally abused in a very big way, and some can't figure out how I lasted as long as I did. It was simple, it was very very normal for me, I was use to it. To get a better understanding, I have to take you back to my younger years. I was the eldest child, so as a result I was constantly used as an example for my siblings. If I made a simple mistake, I was always placed in front of them and ridiculed. Now punishment was very different in our family. Instead of beatings or time outs, our parents made us work out for hours in the gym we had in our basement. It has everything you could think of. So as you can imagine, I spent a hell of a lot of time in the gym. He would have me weight train for two hours and do cardio and aesthetics for another two hours. Like I said, no matter what I did, it was always the wrong thing. I spent an average of four to five hours in the gym three sometimes four times a week. As you might be able to tell, my body had changed when I started middle school. I had a very profound set of washboard abs and I was really ripped. Here is the thing, their idea of punishing me started to back fire on them, or at least as far as I was concerned, I really started to love working out. I loved it because my body was so fit and ripped. I loved how I was starting to look, and now I wanted more. Sadly, I started to get into trouble on purpose just so I could work out. When I started ...
    high school, I had gotten bigger. I wanted to play football because I loved the sport. My parents took me in for my physical and that's when I was told that I only had 3 percent body fat. I was excited as hell about the fact that I was so healthy, but my parents didn't give a damn. After the physical, I was taken home and placed in front of my siblings. I was feeling really good about myself until my parents ripped me apart for wanting to play football, sighting that I was putting god and family last, so I never got to play football. One day I sneezed at the table and I had to work out for four hours. I sneezed for crying out loud and I was getting punished for it. A week and a half later, dad caught me masturbating and holy crap did the shit hit the fan. An emergency family meeting was called and I was ripped up one side and down the other, for two hours. They humiliated me by making me tell them what I was doing and I had to go into detail on what I was thinking and everything. I was mortified and my siblings gave me a look of absolute disgust. That Sunday, I was taken to church leaders and everything. After that, I was forced to work out Monday through Saturday for four hours, for two months straight. When I got that punishment, I had one hell of a time trying to act as though I was not happy about it. It took everything I had to keep from showing my extreme excitement. So between work, I had a job now, school, and home work, I stayed pretty damn busy. The only problem, in ...