I ended up loving him, even though I forced him to be my plaything. I couldn't undo the harm I inflicted upon him in his young, tender years. I tried to undo the brainwashing and silence but he could never recover. I stopped all s****l encounters with him because it felt too cruel. When I placed him in his own bed in his own room, I heard whimpers and tears. A wee of that, I put him in my bed. He scurried over to me and try to pleasure me. I turned him away because of my guilt. He finally stopped and whimpered a bit, but fell into a sleep void of any dreams.
I tried for two years to unmold him. Therapy. Psychiatrist. Medical doctors. The last person I took him to was a Dr. who helps people regain their sense of self after being in a cult. He was the one to take Damon from me. He was the o
