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I knew my sperm donor hated me but I never really grasped the depths of his hatred until just recently. Sperm Donor, Asshole, Bastard, Son of a Bitch. That's what I called him, because as far as I was concerned, he was no longer my father. He was just the man who impregnated my mother.
So who am I? My name is John Sinclair, and my nemesis is none other than Milton Sinclair, a powerful and intimidating hulk of a man no one dared question. My mother called him her husband and to most outside our family, he was supposedly my father.
All my life he put me down, belittled me to anyone within earshot, often with a smirk on his face. Not a day went by without a dig or an insult. He reveled in telling anyone and everyone that I was nothing, a weakling destined to be a no-good loser.
It wasn't just his words -- it was his actions. He took great delight in breaking any toy I received as a birthday or Christmas gift, often doing it right in front of me with a sick twisted grin on his face. The worst thing was what he did to a puppy my uncle had given me when I just six years old. After bashing the poor creature's head in, he took an ax and decapitated the little dog -- right in front of me. I still have nightmares about that.
Making matters worse, my mother did nothing to stop him. She was too scared to stand up to the bastard and let him beat and abuse me whenever it suited him. To her credit, though, she shielded me as much as she could and spent many nights cradling and rocking me as I cried myself to sleep.
I envied all the other boys. Why couldn't I have a father who loved me, played ball with me, or took me out fishing and hunting?
Once, when I was old enough to understand, she tearfully told me that he demanded she abort me. She refused, and paid dearly for her disobedience. Despite his ongoing abuse, she carried me to term and gave birth. He responded by bringing women home to their marital bed and banished my mother and I to a guest suite as he spent his days and nights in the arms of other women.
He got away with all this because he was very rich and well-thought of by the community. He gave great sums of money to causes like Planned Parenthood and propped up crooked rich politicians who often turned a blind eye to his antics and "eccentricities."
I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but I decided that one day I would make the bastard pay.
I'll never forget the day I first outed him as an abuser. My teacher asked each of the children in our class to stand and tell everyone else what their fathers do for a living. One child said his father was an engineer, and another said her father was a policeman. I honestly didn't know what my father did for a living, so when it came my turn, I simply told the class, much to my teacher's horror, that,"my father beats me."
That night, we received a visit from Child Protective Services. The Bastard put on a good front and waited until everyone had left before he "addressed" me with his fists. By the time he was done, I had two black eyes, a bloody nose and a concussion. Believe it or not, the authorities believed him when he said I slipped in the shower.
My mother nursed me back to health and enrolled me in a martial arts class. The male instructor I had listened and patiently taught me how to defend myself. More importantly, he gave me a sense of self-worth and made me realize that the Bastard did what he did because of his own inadequacies, not mine. Oddly enough, he quit beating me the day I broke a cinder block at one of our demonstrations. But the verbal and emotional abuse continued.
I left home as soon as I could and joined the Marine Corps. I was determined to show the Asshole I was no weakling. His response? Laughter and derision.
"You'll come crawling back to me, you just wait," he declared.
"Fuck you, Asshole," I said as I walked out.
I not only graduated recruit training, I graduated at the top of my platoon. I went on to become a Force Reconnaissance Marine, and worked myself as hard as I could. I was determined that no one would ever beat me again. After two grueling tours in the Middle East, I came home, met and married Judy. I thought my life had truly changed for the better.
I deliberately kept my parents in the dark about my marriage. I had sent my mother Christmas cards after I left, but nothing else and I said nothing about my personal life. Judy and her parents understood after I explained my childhood to them.
"But he's your father," Judy said.
"No, he's not. He's the guy who got my mother pregnant, but that's it," I said. "I don't want that bastard within a hundred miles of me and I sure as hell don't want him to know we're married."
I ended up getting sent back overseas for another one year combat tour. Judy tearfully promised to wait for me and we decided to start our family when I got back.
But things went off the rails, thanks to the Asshole.
When I got back, Judy's parents met me and drove me to their home.
"John," Judy's father said, "I hate to tell you this, but your father tracked you down not long after you left. He came by the house with a couple of his goons and said he was going to take Judy to live with him while you were overseas."
"That bastard," I said. "What else did he say?"
"He specifically told us that he was going to make a cuckold of you and that Judy would be happy to do it," Judy's mother said. "I couldn't believe it, but she later told me that's exactly what she wanted to do because your father said you needed him to do it."
"And," she added, "he said he would do to both of you what he did to your dog if anyone tried to stop him."
"You may not have known it, but he just communicated a threat to murder your daughter," I said, telling them what he did to my puppy. "I'll kill the motherfucker," I said. "So help me, I'll kill him. And she's toast if she went along with it."
"Please John," her father said. "Divorce her if you must, kick her to the curb, but please don't physically hurt her. If what you're telling me is true, then I'll do everything I can to help. Judy may be an idiot, but she's my daughter and I don't want any harm to come to her."
"All right, I promise I won't hurt her unless she forces me to. But she may become collateral damage. If she's taken up with him there's no telling what he'll get her to do," I said. They weren't happy but they seemed to understand. "Now, please take me home. I have things to do."
Judy's parents drove me home and came in the house with me, just in case she was there. The house was dark and I heard nothing to indicate anyone else was in the house. A quick sweep of the house indicated we were alone. I thanked them for the ride and promised to stay in touch. They left, but not before reminding me of my promise to not physically hurt their daughter.
I set all the locks on the front door and checked all the other doors and windows to make sure they were secured. I didn't want to be surprised in the middle of the night so I braced chairs under the door handles so they couldn't be easily opened. I set traps on the doors as well so I would know the second anyone tried to open them.
Fortunately, Judy didn't know about my gun safe, hidden in the back of a closet in my study. I knew the Bastard wouldn't bother to look out of his own arrogance and condescension. I decided to use those traits to my advantage.
I checked my inventory and found that everything was just as I left it a year ago. I secured the safe and checked to see if Judy left anything to indicate where she was or what she was doing. Quite a bit of her wardrobe was missing, along with her jewelry and her toiletries. Her lingerie was gone as was most of her undergarments and shoes, indicating she had apparently moved out.
She did leave a DVD on our dresser with a note in her flashy cursive handwriting that simply read, "Watch Me." I had a pretty good idea what it was, but decided to check it out anyway.
The video opened with Judy's smiling face.
"Hi, honey," she said in the video. "Listen, I know this is going to be a bit of a shock to you, but I've decided to stay with your father." She giggled. "I know you really don't think much of him, but he's assured me that I'll be well taken care of and you have nothing to worry about. I don't know when I'll be back, but he tells me I'll be a much better wife to you after he's taught me a few things. He's already shown me so much. Yeah, I've been screwing him, but believe me, it's only sex and I only love you, okay? Nothing personal, but his dick is here and yours is, well, overseas somewhere. I know you're over there protecting us from terrorists and all but I miss you. And I'm really horny, you know? Sorry. Talk to you later, okay? Gotta go. Bye now, bye."
The next face to appear was his. The Asshole. His leering mug took up most of the screen and I couldn't see what Judy was doing.
"Thought you could hide from the old man, didn't you, boy? Thought you could just marry some girl and I'd never find you? Thought you were free of me, I'll bet. Wrong. I've taken your wife and yeah, I've been fucking her brains out for the last few months. So have quite a few of my guys. You should see what she looks like with two dicks in her pussy. God, what a screamer.
"Anyway," he continued, "she's going on a little trip with me to visit some of my special overseas customers. Don't worry, she'll be safe as long as she's a good girl. Now, I know you're supposedly some kind of a bad-ass Marine and all, but I promise you -- if you decide to play hero I'll do to her what I did to that stupid little dog you had as a boy. Remember that? I really enjoyed seeing the pain and horror on your face as I cut its stupid head off. And don't think I won't do it to your wife. Hell, I may just do it anyway right after I fuck her in front of you. Check her out," he said, turning so I could see Judy, who was on our bed getting spit-roasted by two very large and well-endowed black men, no doubt part of the Bastard's security detail.
The Asshole turned back to the camera.
"Oh, this is nothing. I've got video of her getting fucked by 15 guys, all bareback. You should be getting those videos in the mail any day now. I'd say she's pretty much ruined for you, cucky boy," he said, laughing. "Oh, and just in case you decide to re-marry after you divorce this slut, well, let's just say, 'I'll be back.'"
He stepped aside and the camera zoomed in on Judy taking a huge load of cum in her pussy and her mouth at the same time. The two men switched places and began assaulting her well-fucked holes again. I had seen enough and turned the video off.
The whole thing sickened me, but I had to remain calm and collected. Crying or screaming wouldn't bring her back and it wouldn't take away the pain I was feeling at her betrayal. I had loved the bitch exclusively for five years and we were on the verge of starting our family. So much for that. It was clear to me that my wife was now his slut so divorce was a foregone conclusion. And I would make the Asshole pay.
But first, I needed two things and I needed them right now. First, I needed intel -- where was he going, how and when? He could have left a month ago or just this morning for all I knew. Second, I needed backup, and I knew exactly who to call.
I went back to my study and found the two unused burner phones in my safe. They were more than a year old, but would do the job. I activated the first and called my mother's personal cell. I had the number from a card she sent me while I was overseas. Obviously, the Asshole didn't know she had it or he would have taken it from her.
Surprisingly, she answered on the first ring.
"Hello," she answered quietly.
"Mom, it's John," I said. She immediately began crying.
"John, is it really you? I've missed you so much."
"Yes, mom," I said. "Look, this isn't just a social call. The Bastard has taken my wife and I need to find them. What do you know?"
"I'm sorry, John, he's taking Judy overseas someplace, I don't know where."
"So they haven't left yet?" I asked.
"I think they're leaving tomorrow. He's loading up his cargo ship tonight and they're set to leave tomorrow afternoon, I think," she said.
"Tell me everything, Mom," I said. "I need to know. Who is he doing business with? Where is he going? What's the name of the ship?"
