Your step-father was never nice to you. One day when you came home from school you thought no one was home. You got a snack and turned on the TV. Then you heard his voice. "Come in here." You could tell it was coming from down the hall but not from which room. "Where are you?" you said. "Get the fuck in here." That made you a little afraid. So you went down the hall and as you passed your parents' bedroom door you could see him out of the corner of your eye. You turned and looked at him. He was laying on the bed with his pants off. "Get here and close the door" he said. You just did what he said, you figured there must have been something he was pissed off about, he was always pissed off about something you did or didn't do, or was just generally taking his anger out on you. You've been on the punishment end with him too and it was never pleasant. So you just went in and closed the door and stood and looked at him. "You little sissy, I'm so sick of having you live under my fucking roof. Little faggot. You don't even try to hide it. You act like a fucking girl. You sound like a fucking girl. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me for the neighbors to know I've got this little fag in my house? That all the parents of the kids at school laugh at you and I have to be your stepfather? And now, your mother and I got into a big fight about you being a homo. She said I need to start being nicer to you whether I like you being a faggot or not. I told her how it is, I rule this fucking house, not her, but it was a big fucking deal. Your mother cried. All your fucking fault. You're a disgrace. I'm going to teach you your place every fucking day from now on. Now get down on your knees and stick your face into my stinking socks. And yeah, they sure stink, sweating all day in those tight laced up leather dress shoes I have to wear at work. You massage 'em and kiss 'em and sniff 'em and apologize to me and beg me to not kick you out of this fucking house. Because I will, no matter what your mother thinks. Go ahead, try me. Now go ahead, do what you're told, on your knees, massage my stinking sweaty dirty sock feet. Kiss 'em, sniff 'em, beg me to not kick you out of this house and to forgive you for embarrassing me. And if you are ever the subject of another fight between your mother and I, you're gone,. I'm not taking the shit anymore. If I were, God forbid, your actual father, you have been out of here long ago. Get going. Massage. Sniff. Kiss. Beg. Degrade yourself like the fucking lowlife faggot that you are. And you can expect this and even more humiliating things every single day. You need to be taught a lesson. And this is how fags get treated in the real world, you might as well start getting used to it girlie.