Lee was about to question what he meant when he attacked his nipple. His back arched, nearly right off of the seat, the male groaning aloud. His hands clamped over his mouth, not wanting to be loud. "F-Fuck, ahh..." How many times? He had lost count long ago. "I... I don't know. It's been too many," he answered after moving his hands to let him hear him. For years, his father alternated with his belt, and his hands, sometimes just by shoving him into things or getting kicked with a heavy boot. Those had left horrible bruises, long gone by now as it had been a few years since he escaped.
He didn't exactly want to think about his father abusing him while they messed around, but he couldn't complain. He was finally getting touched and it was by Dimitri. At long last! If talking about this allowed them to mess around, then he would do it.
"He didn't just use a belt. He had these big, heavy boots he would kick me with." Usually, his father would somehow get him to the floor, typically by shoving him down, so he could continuously kick him.