Father and son

Postby squirrel » Sun May 27, 2012 1:34 pm

Hi guys. This is my first story; I hope you will like it. I am not English, so I may have done some mistakes. Sorry for that


My name is Mark, and I am a 17 year old guy. I live in the suburbs of a big city with my father, 39 year old soldier. He is really strict, but we get along quite well.

One Friday when I came home after school my father said that he wanted to talk to me about something. I was in hurry and didn’t have time for this so I told him that we can chat another day. He insisted, but I had other plans for the evening so I just barked something, ran upstairs and took a shower. When I was done I dressed into my soccer uniform and went downstairs to grab some sandwich and then leave.

“Just a second, son.” Said my father. He was in his full military uniform, black boots, and wide leather belt. He was up to something.

“I cannot allow you to bark at me. You will stay home tonight.” He said.

“Dad, I am sorry I barked at you, but my buddies are waiting for me. We will talk tomorrow, I promise” I replied. When I turned back to him and was heading to the door my father grabbed me from behind and tackled me to the floor.

“What the hell are you doing!?” I shouted at him, while trying to get away from him. He was really strong though, and soon I found myself lying on my stomach, and my father was sitting on top of me holding my hands on my back.

“I told you, you won’t go out tonight. We are going to have some fun, son.” He said and started to tie my crossed hands at my wrists with some rope he had prepared earlier. He took his time doing this; he circled my wrists many times, tightening the rope with each circle. Finally he tied the knot; I tried to reach it with my fingers but couldn’t find it. He did a really good job: I was tightly tied, with absolutely no chances to escape, at my own father‘s mercy.

“Let me go! Dad, please untie me!” I was trying to beg, but my father had another plans.

“I don’t think so. If you are old enough to smoke and bark at your own father, then you are old enough to take your punishment.” My dad said and went to the kitchen. He returned with a wooden char.

“Dad, please, stop!” I tried to talk to him, but he didn’t utter a word. If he found out that I smoked I was in a really big trouble.
My father placed the chair in the middle of our living room. He helped me to stand up and then sat me on the chair with my tied hands behind the back of it. He took more rope and started to tie my legs to the separate legs of the chair, first at the ankles, then calves and finally the thighs. I was helpless and was going nowhere until my father decided differently. But he wasn’t done yet. He took another, this time very long, piece of rope and tied my torso to the back of the chair. To make the matter worse, he tied my already tied wrists to the back of the chair too.

“Don’t go anywhere son, I will be right back” He said and went to the basement. When he returned he was holding a huge roll of extra strong wide grey duct tape.

“I don’t want you to cause any more trouble, so let’s tie you a little bit more” My father said and started to wrap the duct tape over my already tied wrists, ankles, calves and torso. I could barely move. He then went to the laundry room.

“Dad, come on! If you really want to talk just untie me and we can talk.” I said, but it had no effect. My father came back, and said on my tied thighs.

“No, son. We will do it your way. We will talk tomorrow.” With this he took some rag from his pocket and stuffed it into my mouth. It was drenched with sweat and tasted horribly. It filled all my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but my father clamped his hand on my mouth to prevent me from doing it. With his other hand he took the duct tape and pressed one end on my cheek. He wound the tape around my head over my mouth sealing the filthy sock in. He went about ten times around my head and finally ripped the tape of with his teeth. He smoothed it with his fingers.

“mmmphhhh” was the only sound I could make.

“How does it taste? It is my sock from today’s workout. Hope you like it, because I am not taking it out until tomorrow.” He patted me gently on the cheek.

“As I was saying: we are going to have some fun, son”

Re: Father and son

Postby xtc » Sun May 27, 2012 2:01 pm

Please don't appologise for your standard of English; it is excellent and very well punctuated. The only strange part is "said on my tied thighs". Other things are just stylistic when, for instance, you haven't used the usual contractions that we use when we speak. For instance, we would normall say, "we'll" instead of "we will" and "can't" instead of "cannot".

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Re: Father and son

Postby squirrel » Sun May 27, 2012 2:05 pm

There should of been "my tighs" instead of "by tighs". Sorry. And I will try and use the short forms :)

Re: Father and son

Postby squirrel » Sun May 27, 2012 2:07 pm

Sorry, wrong again :) There shoulf of been "SAT on my tighs". It is a little late on Poland now :p

Re: Father and son

Postby Jack Roper » Sun May 27, 2012 8:10 pm

Great story. I hope there is a continuation.

PS: Your English is better than that of most Americans.

Re: Father and son

Postby mikeybound » Sun May 27, 2012 9:21 pm

Awesome Squirrl! Welcome to the board!

Re: Father and son

Postby squirrel » Tue May 29, 2012 1:24 pm

Part 2


I was sitting in the living room, tightly bound by my father to a chair with rope and duct tape. I was struggling and trying to wiggle my hands out somehow, but my father did a really good job and I was going nowhere. The sweaty sock in my mouth prevented me from speaking and the tape wound around my head made my efforts to spit it out futile. I was totally helpless. The only thing I could do was to look at my father dressed in his military uniform and wait.

“ I must say I like you this way, son. You’re so quiet now. Hope you don’t mind if I drink some beer and watch the match on TV?” He said and laughed.

Without waiting for an answer he went to the fridge and came back with a bottle of beer. He sat on the couch and turned the TV on.

“It’s been quite a long time since you and me watched anything together, don’t you think, son?” He asked with a grin on his face.

“mmmmmppphhhhh” I was mad at him and wanted to disturb him as much as I could. It wasn't such a good idea. He came to me, brought his face very close to mine and said firmly:

“Look, here is the deal. You can sit here calmly and watch the game with me, or I can tape you eyes shut, move the chair to the kitchen and leave you there until you settle down. You choose.”

I looked him in the eyes. He wasn’t joking.

“Will you behave?” He asked. I nodded my head without making any noise.

“Good boy. You’re smarter than I thought” He said and moved my chair a bit, so I could watch the game.

I must say it felt weird. I was being kept prisoner in my own house by my own father. I wasn’t afraid and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but I didn’t know what he had in his mind and was quiet anxious about that.

Finally the game ended and my father turned off the TV. I looked at the watch: it was 11.00pm. I thought that my father would untie me and let me go to bed. But he had totally different plans for the rest of the day. He walked behind me to check my bonds. He was tightened them a bit, added more tape, and reinforced my gag by wounding some more tape around my head. I tried to protest, but he ignored me. Finally, when he was satisfied with his job he came in front of me, and sat on my thighs with duct tape still in his hand.

“Can you remember how we used to have fun, when you were a kid? How we used to wrestle on the floor? How once I grabbed your feet and tickled them a bit? I wonder if you still are as ticklish as you were at that time. It would be a nice punishment for smoking, don’t you think, son?”

My father had an evil grin on his face. I knew I was in big shit now. I was extremely ticklish and wanted to avoid this kind of punishment, so I begged him with my eyes not to do that. But this only seemed to encourage him and suddenly I felt his fingers dig into my ribs.

I tried to squirm and struggle, but my father’s weight held me still nearly as well as rope and duct tape did. If it wasn’t for the gag, my screams of laughter could have been heard by our neighbors, I was sure of that. I thrashed and shouted through the sock, but there was nothing I could do. My father could tickle me for as long as he wanted to. He was tickling me for maybe five minutes, but for me it was an eternity.

“You’ve had enough, boy?” He asked and I nodded my head, panting heavily.

“Not yet.” Was his only reply. He then continued to tickle me mercilessly until it was midnight. Then he finally stopped. I was exhausted and my clothes were drenched in sweat. The beads of the sweat were pouring down my now red face. I wanted him to stop the punishment and untie my so badly..

“It’s after midnight, so technically it is “tomorrow”. Now, I will remove the tape and the sock. But if you say as much as one word the sock goes back in and I will keep you gagged until noon. Understood?” I looked at him; he would do it. I nodded. He began to unwound the tape…

Re: Father and son

Postby Jack Roper » Tue May 29, 2012 7:21 pm

I hope you said "something."

Re: Father and son

Postby squirrel » Tue May 29, 2012 10:37 pm

What do you mean??

Re: Father and son

Postby bookl0ver » Wed May 30, 2012 10:04 am

nice story bruv keep it comin!
wat's wiv the soz for me mistakes up top there bud? you've made only few mistakes that anyone could make.
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Re: Father and son

Postby Jack Roper » Wed May 30, 2012 12:47 pm

Your last sentence read: "Now, I will remove the tape and the sock. But if you say as much as one word the sock goes back in and I will keep you gagged until noon. Understood?” I looked at him; he would do it. I nodded. He began to unwound the tape…"

I hoped you said "one word" so this continues, that's all.

This is a wonderful story indeed.

Re: Father and son

Postby ginny890 » Wed May 30, 2012 1:43 pm

This is a great story!

Re: Father and son

Postby squirrel » Sun Jun 03, 2012 4:30 am

Part 3:


My father unwound the tape, but before I could spit the sock out he clamped his hand over my mouth .

“Remember, son. One word and the sock goes back in for the whole night.” He said

When he removed his hand I spat the sock out, moved my hurting jaw a bit, but didn’t dare to speak. I was tied up to the chair at my father’s mercy and I didn’t want to be gagged again. My father took his chair and sat in front of me. He was still wearing his full military uniform, boots and wide leather belt.

“Now. I’ll ask you some questions. You’ll answer by nodding or shaking your head. Understood?” I nodded my head.

“Good. Have you been smoking for long?” I nodded.

“For more than a year?” I shook my head.

“Do you feel old enough to smoke?” I didn’t know what should I tell him. I was a little confused by this question, but I finally nodded.

“Well then, if you think so, then obviously you haven’t grown up yet. But we’ll fix that, won’t we, son?” He said and ruffled my hair playfuly.

My father went behind me and began to unwound the tape from my torso. Then he unwound the tape from my legs and untied me from the chair, but left my wrists securely tied behind my back. I was wondering what he had in his mind but was too anxious to ask him. He told me to go use the bathroom and then go upstairs to my room, where he would wait for me. I did as I was told. When I entered my room I saw my father sitting on my bed. On my desk were sandwiches and a glass of water.

“You must be hungry and thirsty, son?” I nodded.

“Sit on the bed” He ordered and to my surprise began feeding me. I hoped he would untie me completely but clearly he had another plans for me. When I finished eating he helped me drink the water.

“It’s time for you to go to sleep. “ He said and was about to leave the room when I did that huge mistake and spoke

“Dad, come on. I’ve been tied for several hours now. Please, untie me”. I tried to beg.

He came towards me, clamped his hand over my mouth again and forced me to stand up. He forced me to go downstairs to the living room. When we got there, he took the wet sock drenched with my own saliva and said

“I didn’t want to do that, but you give me no choice” With this he forced the filthy gag into my mouth. It tasted even worse than It did the first time I had it in my mouth. My father ordered me to keep the gag in if I knew what was good for me. He took the bandana out of his pocket and folded it. Then he tied it across my mouth knotting it tightly behind my had. It was impossible for me to spit the sock out, but my father wasn’t done yet. He brought the duct tape and began to wrap it over my mouth. He seemed really pissed and wrapped the tape around 15 time around my head. I could barely make any sound.

“This will keep you quiet.” He said and walked me upstairs again. He made me lay n my bed and started to tie my ankles and calves. I mmmmmppppphhh’ed into the gag, but my father didn’t care about it. He tied my legs together and bent them towards my bound hands so he could tie my ankles to my wrists. I was effectively hogtied and could barely move. As a final touch he took the duct tape and added some more wraps around my head.

“You didn’t obey my orders, so you’ll spend the night hogtied as a punishment. I will untie you tomorrow. Maybe. Good night, son.” He said and turned the light off before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I was so screwed…

Re: Father and son

Postby bookl0ver » Sun Jun 03, 2012 6:50 am

aw poor mark, still got what he deserved for smoking
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE

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Re: Father and son

Postby xtc » Sun Jun 03, 2012 7:33 am

Keep going! Don't rush, don't endanger the quality.
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Father and son

Postby squirrel » Wed Jun 13, 2012 4:43 am

Part 4. Sorry for the dalay


I was locked in my room, laying on my bed bound In a strict hogtie, tied by my own father. I was trying to free myself by wiggling my hands out of the rope but my father did a really good job and all my efforts were futile. I was to be bound until my dad decided to release me. What was worse, my mouth was stuffed with my father’s sweaty sock and duct tape was wrapped around my head and over my mouth, which made spitting the gag out impossible. I tried to shout but It all came as barely audible ‘mmmpph’. Having nothing else to do I decided to try and get some sleep. The hogtie was very uncomfortable, but finally I managed to fall asleep.

“Morning son. Hope you slept well.” I opened my eyes and saw my father. He was still in his full military uniform. I looked at the clock; it was 8.30. I tried to ask my father to untie me, but he just ignored my muffled grunts.

“I’ll undo the hogtie and untie your legs, but you hands will remain tied and the gag stays in. Understood?” I looked at my father. It seemed I had no other choice, so I nodded my head.

“Good” He said and started to untie the knots. When he was finally done I let a sigh of relief. I moved my legs a little bit; they were quite sore after being tied for so long in one position.

“Go to the bathroom. Then go downstairs and sit on a chair. I’ll prepare some breakfast.” My father ordered and left the room. Once again I tried to free myself, but I couldn’t reach any knots. Resigned, I used the toilet and went downstairs. My father was in the kitchen making sandwiches. I sat on a chair as I was told to.

“I bet you’re hungry?” I nodded my head vigorously.

“Too bad. You won’t get any food until noon.” My father said with a smirk.

“MMMMPHPHPHHH!!!” I tried to shout and curse at him. I was so angry now. Not only was I bound, gagged and humiliated by my own father, but I was also to be left without food all morning!

“Shut the fuck up and calm down, or I’ll tie you up in a hogtie again and this time you’ll stay like that for the rest of the day.” He said calmly. I looked furiously at him and I was panting heavily. My father said nothing more and was waiting for my reaction. I knew I was totally helpless and at his mercy, so I finally nodded my head.

“I have some errand to run today. I’ll be leaving soon, but I won’t leave you without company. It would be too cruel, don’t you think?” He said with an evil smile on his face. I was wondering what the hell was he up to. I started to mmmmppphhh once again and fought against the ropes. I didn’t like the idea to be seen like this.

“I wanted to do it the easy way, but obviously you wouldn’t let me”. Said my father firmly and got up. He went to the living room and brought rope and duct tape. I was in a deep shit again. He went behind me and started tying my torso to the back of the chair. When he was done he moved to my legs and tied them to the legs of the chair. As a final touch he wounded duct tape several times over the ropes. I was securely chairtied again.

My father was satisfied with his job and sat on my bound thighs. He was about to tickle me again when the doorbell rang….

Re: Father and son

Postby Jack Roper » Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:44 pm

Excellent continuation!

Re: Father and son

Postby mikeybound » Wed Jun 13, 2012 6:34 pm

This is good!

Re: Father and son

Postby squirrel » Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:48 am

I am sorry for the delay. Too many bad things has happeden and I didn't have time to write. Here goes the next part of poor Mark's predicament :) Hope you will like it

“Don’t go anywhere son. I’ll be right back” My father said.

I was tightly bound to the chair in my own kitchen and gagged by my father’s filthy sock. The duct tape wound so many times around my mouth prevented me from spitting it out. My father has just left to answer the door. I didn’t like the idea to be seen in my predicament so I struggled to free myself as much as my binds allowed. But my father did an excellent job tying me up and all my efforts were futile.

“He is in the kitchen. Just stay with him and watch over him while I’m out, ok bro?” I heard my father speaking. So our guest was my father’s brother, Jake. He was two years older than my father and was also a soldier. I liked him a lot but didn’t want him to see me all bound and gagged like this. Unfortunately there was absolutely nothing I could do about it…

“Why do you want me to babysit him? He can take care of himse…” My uncle came into the kitchen and saw me. He was stunned for a second and then burst into laughter. As I expected, he also was wearing his military uniform.

“Dude, why is he all tied up?” My uncle asked and, judging by the smile on his face, he liked the idea.

“He is being punished. I must go to run some errands and I want you to stay with him. Don’t take his gag out until noon. I left you rope and duct tape, just in case. If he doesn’t behave well just keep him gagged until I return. It’s all up to you, bro. Mark won’t be protesting” My father said with a grin on his face.

“MMMMMMPHPHHHH!!” I tried to say something. Being helpless in front of my own father and uncle isn’t something one might dream of…

My uncle went behind the chair to examine my bonds. He checked the rope, the knots, touched my hands to see if the blood circulation was fine.

“What did you gag him with?” he said when he came in front of me again.

“My sock” My father replied. “And I thinks he likes the taste of it. If he didn’t he wouldn’t have made me gag him with it”. I looked angrily at him, but couldn’t utter a word.

“I got to go. We can drink some beers when I am back, bro.”

“Sure. Don’t worry dude, your son and I will have so much fun. By the way, is he as ticklish as he was when he was just a kid”. My uncle had a devilish smile on his face. I was sooo screwed.

“Even more” My father was answered, and my uncle seemed to be delighted with the answer. “see you later”. My father left and I was alone with my uncle

“Now kiddo, it’s only 10 o’clock, so I guess I will just leave you here until noon. We can chat later… if you want” He said. I let out a sigh. Two more hours with my father’s filthy sock in my mouth and my uncle being able to do whatever he wanted. It looked like I was at his mercy. And I didn’t like it….

Re: Father and son

Postby xtc » Mon Sep 24, 2012 3:55 am

Nice to see you back with this story. I hope the "bad things" are over.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Father and son

Postby mikeybound » Mon Sep 24, 2012 2:23 pm

Can't wait for more! :))

Re: Father and son

Postby bondagefreak » Mon Sep 24, 2012 8:26 pm

This is a fantastic continuation ! Don't worry about the delay...the quality of your writing is worth waiting for :big: Anxiously awaiting the following chapter !
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Re: Father and son

Postby squirrel » Tue Sep 25, 2012 3:51 am

I really appreciate your encouragement guys. Here is the next part :)


I was left with my uncle. I was sitting in the kitchen bound to a chair. My wrists were crossed behind my, tied with rope and duct tape. My legs were bound to the legs of the chair. My torso was tied to it too. My own father’s sock stuck in my mouth prevented me from speaking. I tried to attract my uncle’s attention by making some noise. I wanted him to untie my, or at least to take my gag off.

“Shut the fuck up! Your father wanted me to keep you gagged until noon, and you WILL stay gagged until noon. Nothing you can do about it anyway” He smirked

The only thing I could do was to watch my uncle going to our fridge and helping himself with a beer. With a bottle in his hands he came to me, sat on my thighs and drank some.

“You want some too, lad?” He asked with an evil grin. He definitely was glad to be in control. Especially over his own nephew.

“We’ve got some time to spend so let’s see if you are still as ticklish as you used to be.”

My uncle put the bottle on the kitchen table and immediately started tickling me. He dag his fingers into my ribs, which caused me to trash like a wild animal. I shouted into the gag, but all that came out was barely audible sound. I was his prisoner and had no chance to escape him. He continued tickling my ribs and then my armpits until I was soaked in sweat. Finally he stopped.

“It was fun, wasn’t it kiddo?” He asked. I panted heavily and didn’t even try to answer. I looked at him with my pleading eyes, but he ignored me.

He went behind the chair to check the knots. Some of them became a little loose, so he tightened them and added some duct tape to reinforce them. It was so humiliating to sit there on my uncle’s mercy… When my uncle was done with the bonds he grabbed his beer, went into the living room and watched something on TV. After some time I looked at the clock; it was five past twelve. My uncle entered the kitchen.

“It’s time to take your gag off. But before I do I must warn you: if you speak without my permission I will gag you with my own socks. And they are much worse than your father’s. Understood?” I had no other choice, so I just nodded my head. I would agree to anything to get rid of that filthy sock.

He sat on my thighs again and began to unwound the duct tape from my head. It was painful, but I didn’t care. I desperately wanted the sock out of my mouth. When my uncle took the last piece of tape he clamped his hand over my mouth.

“Remember. One word, and the gag goes back in.” He released my mouth and I was finally able to spit the sock out. I didn’t dare to say anything; I tried to move my aching jaw a bit.

“You want some water?” He asked and I frantically nodded. I was so thirsty I could drink a lake. He held a glass of water to my lips. I drank everything.

“Hungry?” He asked and I nodded again. He gave me some sandwiches. After my breakfast was finished he went behind my chair and clamped his hand on my mouth again and moved his head close to mine.

“I am going to untie you now. You will go to the bathroom and take a shower. After that I will tie you up again. If you don’t obey my orders I will gladly tie you up in a strict hogtie, stuck my filthy socks into your mouth, seal you lips with tape and leave you like that for the rest of the day. You know perfectly well that I can overpower you if I want. The choice is yours”. My uncle said firmly and began untying me.

This was going to be a rough weekend…

Re: Father and son

Postby xtc » Tue Sep 25, 2012 6:18 am

It's good to see this episode so soon. I hope that's an indication that the "bad things" are, indeed in the past.
It's a pleasure to read such lucid, wel presented writing.

I've pm'd you.
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Father and son

Postby squirrel » Tue Sep 25, 2012 11:20 am

Here is the next part. I already have a whole plot of this story in my mind, but if you guys have any suggestions I will gladly take them under consideration :)

Finally, after spending so many hours bound and gagged, I was free. I moved my hands in front and rubbed them. There were rope marks on my wrists, but beside that I was fine. When my uncle finished untying me from the chair he told me to do as I was told, or he will punish me even more severely than my father did. He could easily overpower me if he wanted, so I decided it would be wise to obey his orders.

“Now go to the bathroom, take a shower and refresh yourself. When you are done I will tie you up again. I promised your father I would keep you tied and I want to keep my word. If you try anything stupid, you will regret. Understood?” I looked my uncle in the eyes. He was serious about it. I just nodded and went to clean myself.

It was very strange feeling. I felt like I was a hostage or something, kept prisoner by my own father and uncle. I didn’t like the idea of being tied up again, but at least they wouldn’t hurt me.

I went to my room to grab some fresh clothes. I wondered what would be least uncomfortable for my incoming predicament. I decided to wear blue jeans and a grey T-shirt. After I had picked up all the clothes I went to the bathroom. It was so good to take a shower after what I have been through. I cleaned my whole body, washed my hair and, after shower, washed my teeth. When I finally dressed up I noticed how great it is to be in something not drenched in sweat. I wondered how long will I remain free.

“Come on out kiddo. Your ropes wait.” My uncle shouted and laughed.

There was no way I could escape him, so I decided to go and meet my fate. When I unlocked and opened the door my uncle grabbed me, told me to put my hand behind my back and stand still. I did as I was ordered.

“Not so tight!” I said and the moment I spoke the words I knew I had made a mistake. My uncle went in front of me, moved his face to mine and said angrily:

“What the fuck did I tell you about speaking without permission? Do you really want to taste my socks?” I shook my head and preyed silently not to be gagged.

“Then shut your fucking mouth!” My uncle went behind me again and finished tying my wrists. I tried to wiggle my hands out somehow, but my hands were bound really well and all my efforts were futile. I was tied again and on my uncle’s mercy. He wasn’t satisfied with tying only my wrists, so he bound my elbows as well. I wanted to complain, but the very thought of having my uncle’s sweaty socks stuffed into my mouth prevented me from doing so. I just stood there and waited.

“ There you go. Nice and tight. Those ropes suit you kiddo.” My uncle was obviously having a great time. “Now go to the living room and wait for me”

I did as I was told. My uncle came right after me and ordered my to lie down on the floor. When I had finally managed to do so, my uncle took some rope and tied my ankles and calves. Then he turned my on my back, sat on the couch and put his booted feet on my chest! I was so humiliated . I thought it couldn’t get worse. Little did I know….

“We are gonna have much fun kiddo” My uncle said I spotted he had a devilish grin on his face…

Re: Father and son

Postby xtc » Tue Sep 25, 2012 1:20 pm

Thanks for posting but don't rush. Only post when you're sure you're ready.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Father and son

Postby bookl0ver » Tue Sep 25, 2012 3:08 pm

this is good bud. Me likey.
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE

Also addicted to slash. ^,^

Re: Father and son

Postby squirrel » Tue Sep 25, 2012 11:28 pm

Is last part that bad?

Re: Father and son

Postby DuctTapeGagged22 » Tue Sep 25, 2012 11:57 pm

Awesome! More please this is great. Wish it was me and my dad and uncle. :gag:

Re: Father and son

Postby bondagefreak » Wed Sep 26, 2012 12:06 am

Nope, this is another great continuation ! Thank you for posting it !
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