Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2006 19:33:06 -0500
From: Curt
Subject: Daddy's Home: Chapter 1

This is a work of adult fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places or
events is coincidental. It is a work of fiction involving a fictional 19
year old son and his adult father.


	It was 2pm, Dad's flight would be landing any minute and I was
supposed to meet him at the airport. I hadn't exactly left the house very
clean, so I rushed to get everything picked up and put away, being extra
careful to put my porn away.  I don't need my dad catching me with that
stuff, or finding out that I'm gay.

      I tell my dad almost everything, except for stuff sexual.  I love my
dad and I admire him, I really wish I was more like him, especially,
straight. My dad has all of the great qualities a guy can have, he's
attractive, has a good job, treats people well, dresses nicely, and wears
amazing boots.  What more could a son ask for?  I ask to be straight, so I
can impress him, and make him proud of me, but that's the one thing I can't
seem to do for my dad.

      I finished my thoughts about my dad as I finished up cleaning the
house, I got in my car, then I saw how messy it was. I got out and grabbed
the keys to dad's truck and then went to the airport, I met dad just as he
was leaving the terminal, it was good to have him back.  He was wearing one
of his nice shirts with dark jeans and his mildly dusty Danner boots. As
soon as I saw him I ran up to him and hugged him, most guys were too afraid
to do that type of thing in public, but I don't care, I'm proud of my dad
and I love him.  Dad and I went out to the parking lot, where I handed him
his keys, so he could drive us home. I wasn't supposed to drive dad's truck
without his permission, but I couldn't let him ride in my mess of a
car. His first words when I handed him the keys were "Son, did you ask my
permission to drive my truck?", I promptly responded "No Sir". "You will be
punished when we get home boy!" he barked, I bowed my head and got in the
truck.  As soon as we pulled into the driveway and we got into the house I
went to my bedroom and grabbed dad's paddle off of my bed post, where it
resided to remind me to always obey him. I took dad the paddle in his
office, pulled down my pants and then got to my knees. I looked up at my
dad, "I'm sorry sir, I know better than to take your truck without asking".
Dad sat in his office chair, then motioned for me to get over his knee, I
obeyed. "You are getting 20 boy, one for every mile you drove" he said, I
quickly responded "Sir, the actual mileage was 21.8 miles sir". Dad laughed
and said "ok boy, 22 this time". I braced myself and tried to take each
swat as well as man-like as I could. When daddy got finished I was in
tears, but I felt better about myself, knowing that I had been
punished. Dad told me to go to my punishment room, in the basement. I went
to the basement, and stripped naked in front of the punishment "room",
which is more like a cell than a room. The room is small, kind of cramped,
only room to sit or stand.  I waited only a few minutes before dad was
down. He opened the door, I went in, he closed and locked the door behind
me. "Son, you will only be in here for a short time, I'm going to run out
to get some dinner for us, and then I want to spend some time with you
tonight since I've been away for a while" he said. These words comforted
me, I thought I had really messed up, but dad was being very forgiving to
me. I love spending time with my dad, especially when we just get to spend
some time together.

      	A little over an hour later dad was back with dinner, he brought my
favorite pizza from my favorite pizza place.  I looked at him from inside
the cell, and inquired "Dad, I messed up today, I took your truck, didn't
have my car in a presentable state for you and I didn't finish cleaning the
house, and now you are being so nice to me? I don't really deserve it". He
responded "boy, I decide what you deserve and what you don't. I don't
expect the house perfect when I get back from a long trip, you've done
well, but you do need to be punished for second guessing my judgment". Dad
unlocked the cell and brought me out, he then grabbed a slice of pizza,
threw it on the floor, and stepped on it. He grabbed a chair and sat down,
then came an instruction I never thought I would hear "son, eat that pizza
from my boot, make sure you get it all licked off". I didn't want to
disappoint my dad, so I dropped to the floor and did as instructed, it was
a little humiliating, but it wasn't as bad as another paddling.  I went
over dad's boots what seemed like 50 times making sure all of the sauce was
cleaned off of his soles. When I felt I was done I got on my knees, dad
instructed me to get dressed, I put on a tshirt, shorts and slipped on some
Nikes that were laying near the cell.  I followed dad to his den, where he
had decided we would be having dinner and watching a movie that he rented
while he was out.

      	We sat down, got the plates and napkins, and started eating. Dad
and I decided to just eat during dinner and hold the movie until after
dinner. We talked about a lot of things during dinner. We talked about
sports, his work, my school, everything that fathers and sons talk about,
except for one topic, sex. It didn't come up during the conversation until
shortly after we finished eating, dad looked straight at me and asked me if
I had anything to tell him, I of course said "no, sir". Then another odd
question from dad, "Son, I suspect you are a homosexual, are you? Tell me
the truth boy!" I was startled, I didn't know what to say, I choked up and
probably turned a little red. Dad was quick to reassure me "son, just tell
me the truth, it will change nothing, but to be able to be the best father
I can be for you, I must know these things about you".  I somehow found the
balls to say "yes dad, I'm sorry, I'm gay". He quickly jumped out of his
chair and grabbed me, I didn't know what to expect, but after a second I
realized that he was hugging me, and whispering in my ear "son, thank you
for not lying to me, and don't be sorry boy, there is nothing wrong with
you". I began crying immediately, I don't know whether it was the relief or
the joy of knowing that I could finally tell my dad about certain parts of
my life.  I was left wondering one thing... "how did he know?", It didn't
take very long to answer that question. Dad pulled out a DVD case, for the
movie he rented, except the disc in the case wasn't the one he rented, it
was one of my rough Military porn movies.  I was shocked again, but not as
badly as I normally would have been by this.  Dad's facial expression
changed to one of displeasure, "boy, I don't care if you are gay or
straight, but at your age this is inappropriate! Do you masturbate to this
son?". I answered as truthfully as I could to him "Yes sir dad, I do jerk
to stuff like this".  He laughed and stated "figured that, found about 10
similar to this as well as several pairs of my socks under your bed when I
came in earlier after finding this one in the DVD player".  "Boy, I am
going to have to do something about this until you learn to use your
hardware appropriately". I had no idea what he meant, but it didn't sound
good.  I continued to stare silently at dad "First of all boy, I am taking
away your DVDs, you can keep my socks, in fact, you will be getting a fresh
pair of mine each night and returning them to me in the morning" Was I
dreaming? I was actually getting something I wanted? Had dad lost it?
"Second boy, go to the hall closet and bring me the silver box from the top
shelf in the back". I went to the closet and grabbed the box from the
shelf; I gave the box to him. "Now boy, pull your shorts down and face the
wall". I did as ordered; at this point I was scared shitless.  I felt dad
putting something around my cock and balls, it was a little tight. I was
tempted to look down, but I decided not to disobey dad. Next he put
something on the thing around my cock and balls, a few more pushes, and
then I felt my cock slide down into something. What is he doing to me?
Finally I heard a click, then dad told me to feel with my hands. I felt, it
was cold and plastic feeling. "That's it boy, you are going to spend a
while in that. Get as much excitement as you like, but you won't be getting
to jack off anytime soon".  He finally told me to relax, and then I had the
chance to look down, it was a black tube where my cock should be. I looked
dad in the eye and asked him "What is it?", his reply "It is a CB-3000
chastity device, it will keep you as my good boy". Dad finished his thought
and asked me if I wanted to watch the movie, I didn't know what else to
talk to dad about, so I agreed and took my seat. Dad pressed play and we
began watching the movie. The whole time throughout the movie, I began
wondering what my dad had in mind for me. About half way through the movie
he told me he wanted to be comfortable and that his boots were starting to
make his feet hurt and sweat excessively.  Dad paused the DVD and started
to untie his right boot when I interrupted him, "hey dad, would you let me
do that for you?". He looked at me with a strange look for a moment, then
smiled and said "Sure, go for it boy".  He put up his feet and I got on the
floor at his boots. I untied each of his boots and slowly relaxed the
laces, as I did I was hit by the powerful manly scent of my dad's sweaty
feet. I continued removing his boots, as I did I felt my cock try to get
hard, then felt it pressing against the hard plastic of the device on my
cock.  I then put my hands on my dad's socked feet, and started peeling off
his damp dirty-white socks. I shoved his socks into his boots to keep them
fresh for later.  I was starting to get back into my chair, when dad yelled
"Boy, I want a foot massage while you are down there!". I returned to the
floor, started rubbing on dad's feet and began wondering what had changed
to cause my dad to start acting like this with me.  Dad started moaning as
I massaged his feet, after about 20 minutes of rubbing and massaging he
said "ok boy, that's good".  I got back in my chair and dad continued the
movie. When the movie finished dad turned the light on in the room and said
he wanted to have another talk with me. "Son, I haven't been around a lot
for you lately and I feel like our home hasn't been as structured as it
used to be. I want structure and discipline for you son." When he said that
I had no idea what he meant, I always thought he handled discipline very
well.  I decided to ask him about his statement,

      "Dad, what do you mean? You've been around a lot and when you haven't
been around I've been fine. "

      "Son, you've been sleeping weird hours, your room is a mess and you
haven't been handling your responsibilities to a level that I expect."

      "Im sorry dad, I promise I'll do better, I want you to be proud of
me."

      "I know you will do better boy, I'm going to personally see to it,
starting first thing in the morning."

	The conversation ended there, I know to not ask question when dad
gets that tone in his voice, he has a plan and doesn't intend to tell me
until he think I need to know. Dad hugged me and we both went to our rooms,
I took dad's boots and socks with me. I laid in bed for a while, staring at
dad's paddle on my bedpost and thinking about how glad I was to have him
back, but how strange things had gone this evening. Thinking about licking
pizza off of daddy's boots made me get hard, which just reminded me of how
bad I wanted to jack off. I finally got to sleep with dad's moist socks
over my nose.

	I awoke to my phone ringing, it was dad calling from the other side
of the house. I answered and he said "Good morning boy, its nearly 6am, get
dressed in your jockstrap, shorts and tshirt. You will meet me in the
kitchen in 5 minutes or you will be punished!" He then hung up, and I shot
out of bed to get ready and avoid punishment.  I got to the kitchen and I
heard dad stop his stopwatch, "4 minutes, 49 seconds boy, cutting it a
little close".  I grabbed my protein shake that dad made for me from the
table and started on my breakfast. "What do you have planned for your day
dad?" I inquired. "Son, we are going to spend some time together today, you
and I are going to the gym, I'm going to work you until you drop, then we
are coming back here and you are going to do chores while I'm away running
some errands."  Sounds like dad is planning to put me through absolute hell
today. All I could manage to get out was "understood sir".  After breakfast
dad and I finished getting ready for the day, when I was finishing up dad
told me to grab his Adidas trail shoes for him, and told me to get
something of mine that was appropriate for a hard workout. I picked up my
white Nike Air Tailwinds from my closet, and put them on with no-show
socks. I went into dad's closet and fell to my knees as I spotted the
sneaks dad told me he wanted. I picked up the shoes, and brought them to my
face, inhaling their scent deeply.  I knew dad was waiting, so I quickly
finished my fantasy about dad working out in his sneaks in my head and went
to give him his shoes. I was just going to leave the sneaks on dad's stool
in his bathroom as I usually do when I get them for him, but decided
considering the events of the previous evening, that I could be a little
more bold. I went into dad's bathroom where he was shaving, and knelt on
the floor with his shoes in hand, I looked up and asked "daddy, may I put
your shoes on you sir?" He sat on his stool and snapped his fingers "get to
it boy".  A shiver ran through my body as he said that, I didn't know
whether to be really happy or really scared, but I put his shoes on him,
and then said "thank you Sir". Dad then put his left sole on my face and
said "you're welcome boy, I guess you've been wanting to do that for some
time now haven't you?". I suppose by this point I shouldn't have been
shocked to hear him say that, but it still made me a little
uncomfortable. I managed to calm myself enough to respond to him after a
few seconds "Yes sir, I've been wanting to do things like this for you for
quite a while" .  Dad winked as he filled me in on a few more details of
his plan "Don't worry boy, you will get to do plenty of that and other
things if you are able to stick to the new structure and continue to obey
me, and well, if you don't then you will be spending a lot of time being
punished".  Dad got up and finished his shaving, then noticed it was almost
7am, we grabbed our gym bags and headed out to his truck. It was a fairly
quiet ride to the gym as I spent most of my time wondering about what was
to happen in the next few days, and I assume dad was making plans for those
same days. The gym was unusually empty for this time of morning, we went to
the locker room and put our stuff away, then went right to working out. Dad
and I started on the treadmills and we ran for about 25 minutes before dad
moved us to the butterfly machine, dad kept me going until I was so
exhausted I couldn't do another rep at any weight level.  Dad wanted me to
do leg presses next, but all of the machines had filled up, so we went to
the mats to do crunches. Dad and I did 120 crunches, then dad got up and
stood over me because he said I wasn't doing them fast enough and I was
loosing form. My abs were burning at 120, but dad made me go more, pushing
me to 180, where I didn't think I could do another rep, I tried telling him
that I couldn't do anymore, but he refused to accept it. Dad then told me
that I would get 50 lashes with his belt if I didn't make it to 200, and he
reminded me I only had 20 more to go, I pushed on more, by number 200 I
barely felt anything except a dull soreness in my abs. Dad then reminded me
that the way I would be treated would be determined by how I performed in
the tasks he had set up for us, with that being said I grabbed my water
bottle, took a sip and headed back down on the mat, squeezing out another
50 reps. Dad smiled, then helped me up from the mat. "Good boy, get to your
goals and don't let anything stop you, I'm proud of you for giving every
ounce of energy you had to accomplish that." I only managed to get out of
shy grin for him as my abs were starting to remind me that they just did
250 reps. By this point there were two adjacent leg presses available, and
we headed over to them. Dad made sure I gave everything I had to the
workout, and when we finished my legs felt like jelly. Luckily the weight
benches weren't far from the press machines.  I thought dad was going to
press with me, but he decided instead to be my coach for this exercise. He
loaded up the weights on the bar and had me to begin pressing. When I had
exhausted myself on the weight he had on the bar, he told me to drop beside
the bench and do pushups while he changed the weight on the bar. I lack
strength to do many pushups, so I was relieved that dad was fast at
changing weights, except for the fact that I really enjoy being at eye
level with his sneaks. When I got back to the bench I noticed that he had
added weight to the bar. "OK son, go for it, press it until you can't
anymore".  We continued this patter of exhaustion until dad finally told me
that I could stop after I only managed to get 1 rep on the last of the 5
weights that he put on.

	We had finished our first workout, and I felt like I had been run
over by a train.  I absolutely love having my dad being here coaching me
though, and in general love having him around and getting this much
attention from him. We went back to the locker room, to shower and
change. I suddenly remembered that I wasn't exactly "like the other boys"
under my jockstrap, so I asked dad what I should do about it "Son, you know
why its there, I know why its there, that doesn't change because we are in
a gym and I won't let you change your other behaviors because of it, strip
down and shower, or you will have an even bigger humiliation as I punish
you here in the locker room". That made it pretty clear to me, possibly be
humiliated going to and from a shower stall or be humiliated without a
doubt in the locker room. I nervously stripped and headed for the
showers. There was only one other person in the showers, but it was my
friend Jeremy, I tried to wash as fast as I could to get out without being
noticed. Jeremy did see me! He greeted me and then I saw his eyes drop to
my crotch and then he immediately looked back to my face with a bit of a
confused look on his face, but acting like he didn't notice. Jeremy told me
he would call me later to make plans for the weekend. I smiled and tried to
be polite, but I must have been a deep red from embarrassment. I grabbed a
towel from the stack to cover myself and get dry. I went back into the
locker room to get dressed, but I kept thinking about what Jeremy must
think. Dad came out of the shower a few seconds after I had gotten dressed,
I hadn't realized that he had gone into the showers. He dried and got
dressed himself. We then headed back out to the truck. On this ride home,
we did have something to talk about, but dad stated the conversation.

"So boy, I saw Jeremy in the showers, did he see the device?"

"Yes sir, he noticed it"

"He say anything?"

"No sir, he seemed like he was trying to ignore it"

"what you going to tell him if he asks about it?"

"I don't know, I guess tell him it's a medical thing"

"well boy, you could try telling him the truth, then you don't have to
worry about keeping it a secret and you don't have to worry about me
punishing you for lying"

"dad? You can't be serious? You mean you'll punish me if I don't tell him?"

"son, I'm not going to let you hide from every little thing that makes you
uncomfortable"

	As soon as we got home dad handed me my list of chores, it was a
list that seemed like it would take a while to finish:

* Clean and polish boots

* Rake leaves

* Mow grass

* Re-mulch trees and flowerbeds

* Clean pool

* Make dinner

I grabbed both my boots and dad's boots from my room, and got the boot kit
from my bathroom. Dad barked down the hall to me "clean the boots in the
living room boy, I need to talk to you about a few things while you
clean". I moved everything to the middle of the hardwood living room floor,
and started cleaning dad's boots with the boot brush and leather cream.

      Dad brought in a large black bag, he unzipped it and pulled out two
uniforms, the first was a military camo BDU uniform, he explained that this
was for when I was doing chores and being his "good little soldier".  He
intends for me to wear it during my chores for him today. The next uniform
he pulled out was an orange jumpsuit, like something prisoners wear. Dad
said it is for when I'm being punished. He made it very clear that there
would be chores that were just expected of me and others that would be
punishments. Next dad pulled out a bunch of chains and metal cuffs, for use
with the punishment uniform.  The sound of the metal rattling caused my
cock to spring to life inside its confinement, I ignored it and continued
cleaning the boots. Dad shortly dropped the next shocker for me, one of my
chores in the coming days would be helping him build a larger cell in the
basement. "Son, sending you to your room and taking away your privileges in
the house just doesn't work as punishment anymore".  In my mind I wanted to
object to these changes, but at the same time I knew he was right.

      I finished with the boots and placed dad's boots in his room, and I
put my boots on with my new chore uniform. I looked at myself in the full
length mirror, I thought I looked hot in the uniform. I started flexing my
muscles in the mirror, then realized that I was still a bit sore from the
morning workout to stretch them that much and the chores would probably
kill me.  I went back to the living room, where dad was sitting in his
chair. He asked me "Boy, do my workout shoes look clean?" I looked at them
and responded "No Sir, should I get the cleaning kit?" Dad grinned and said
"no boy, you proved last night that you can do just fine with your tongue,
get to it!"  I smiled at him and got on the floor at his sneaks. I could
smell some sweat from his workout from them. I licked them with much
precision, making sure to get off all of the dirt (and to get as much of
his manly sweat smell as I could) .  When I finished I got up, dad sat
there and inspected his sneaks for a bit, then he got up and walked towards
me.  Dad pushed me to floor on my stomach, then he knelt over me, grabbed
his cuffs from a case on his belt and cuffed me.  He then stood up in front
of my and showed me his left shoe, there was a small bit of dirt that I had
missed on the side, close to the sole. "You missed a spot boy, perhaps you
should be punished for being so careless" I looked up at him, he was
smiling, I smiled back at him and licked the spot several times, making
sure it was clean.  Dad stood me up, still cuffed, and asked me "I love you
a lot son, and I want what is best for you. Tell me honestly boy, would me
punishing you for missing that spot have been too strict?" I had to think
through this, my dad was asking a fairly serious question, if I said no,
then I might be putting myself through complete hell, but if I said yes,
dad might think I'm weak and constantly in need of him covering for my
screw ups.  Dad wanted and honest answer, and he had always encouraged me
to do things well for others when I make a commitment, so I finally had to
get up the nerve to say it... "No sir, I was supposed to clean your shoes,
and I was careless, and didn't get the job done to the best I could". Dad
pulled his keys out and uncuffed me, putting the cuffs neatly back in the
case, then he hugged me.  "ok boy, I guess we need to get down to business,
I have some things to take care of and you have chores, go grab the
paddle". I wasn't entirely shocked by him saying that, but I wasn't
expecting it. I walked to my room (still feeling quite good in the
uniform), got the paddle off the bed and took it to him in his office.  Dad
was waiting for me. I pulled down my pants and placed myself over my dad's
knee. He came down on my ass with 5 strong hits, a very small amount
compared to some punishments. "Boy, I'm glad you have developed such strong
morals, I'm proud of you. " I replied "Thanks dad, I'm kind of proud of me
now too", "well boy, pride in yourself won't get your chores done, so I
guess we both should get going on our chores".  I agreed , pulled up my
pants and headed out to get started. I was outside for a bit working on the
yard when dad came out to leave to run his errands for the day. Just as dad
was starting to leave, Jeremy pulled up in his Mustang. He saw me out in
the yard, and came over to me, I didn't see dad, so I assumed he was in the
house or in his truck getting things ready before he left. Jeremy is a fine
male, and he always dressed so studly. Today he had on a sleeveless tshirt,
shorts and some dirty beat up Nike basketball shoes. Jeremy wasted no time
in getting to the question I was hoping he wouldn't ask "dude, what's up
with the thing on your dick?" I started to stutter and then finally blurted
out "it's for making my cock longer and fuller", I looked at Jeremy, he
seemed to believe it, I think. Just then my dad came around the corner of
the house and pushed me to my knees by putting his hands on my shoulders,
then the yelling began "Son, I told you earlier, you aren't to lie about
things that make you uncomfortable, you've known Jeremy for years and he
has been a good friend to you, he deserves the truth boy!" I looked up at
dad, and then at Jeremy, I began apologizing to Jeremy "man, I'm sorry, you
trust me with things, so I shouldn't fuck up our friendship with lies. The
truth is, dad caught me with some porn, and locked this on me until he
feels I'm responsible enough". Jeremy started laughing, I wasn't sure why,
but as usual with Jeremy, he revealed what was on his mind quickly "dude,
why didn't you just tell me? I know your dad has always been kind of strict
with you". Dad then did something I didn't think he would ever do, he
humiliated me in front of one of my friends. "son, im glad you could
apologize, but that doesn't fix everything. Jeremy, your sneaks are a bit
dirty, would you mind if Curt cleaned them for you?" Jeremy hesitated a
little, then responded "I don't suppose so", Dad pulled his cuffs out
again, and had me restrained again, this time I was humiliated, Jeremy was
seeing me being punished. Dad pointed Jeremy to a seat on the patio, he sat
down, and dad sat beside him, I was forced to be on my knees in front of
Jeremy. His black well worn basketball sneaks were covered with dirt and
mud. I was so embarrassed to be in front of Jeremy like this, even though I
had fantasized about it several times. Dad then roared his order
"CLEAN!". I was so terrified by this point, I just dropped myself on to
Jeremy's sneaks and started licking, eating the mud off and tasting all of
the dirt on them. Jeremy seemed to be enjoying seeing his best friend's
tongue cleaning his basketball shoes. Dad and Jeremy started talking more
about my punishment. I was to clean Jeremy's car at least once a week for
the next month, and Jeremy was entitled to have me at his feet at any point
in the next 7 days whenever he wanted. Additionally, in a few days when the
cell is finished, I am going to be sentenced to 10 days of hard workouts,
tedious chores (in the orange jumpsuit) and not even being allowed in my
room, spending any time that I'm not performing for him or Jeremy in the
cell, alone. "Boy, lying will not be tolerated at all, if you do it again,
especially if I've told you not to, then it will be worse next time". The
conversation went on while I licked the last bit of mud off of Jeremy's
soles. I carefully inspected Jeremy's sneaks, I saw a few specs of dirt
still there, and I promptly licked them off. Once they were perfectly clean
I looked at them, they were shiny and clean, I was proud of the job I had
done on them.

      Jeremy and Dad went off and talked inside the house for a while, and
I was left on my knees on the patio. Jeremy came out of the house a few
minutes later with my dad, both of them laughing. Dad grabbed my arm and
walked me out to Jeremy's car . Jeremy was going to his car to leave. Dad
pushed me back to my knees and I was told to give Jeremy's sneaks one last
check before he left. The uppers of his sneaks were still clean, but he
managed to somehow walk through mud on his way to his car, his soles were
covered with it. I looked up to dad, and then at Jeremy and then back at
dad. I like licking sneaks, but this was a bit extreme for me. Dad looked
back at me and asked me what was I waiting for, adding "get to work boy,
while you are being punished, you can think of yourself as Jeremy's
slave". Jeremy put his sole on my face, leaving mud on it.  I stuck my
tongue to the sole and starting the dirty task of licking Jeremy's soles
completely clean again. After swallowing what seemed like several pounds of
mud, his shoes were clean to an acceptable level again. Jeremy got in his
car, and then suggested that while I was already in that position I should
lick the tires of his Mustang as well. Jeremy was joking and I heard it as
a joke, but dad pushed my face to the front left tire and told me to
lick. I knew I was already in enough trouble without disobeying another
direct order.  I started licking the tire, it tasted very much like rubber,
with some tastes of dirt on it. Licking Jeremy's shoes was a turn on for
me, even though it was humiliating, but licking his tire was just pure
humiliation. I was only forced to lick the one tire, but Jeremy was brining
his car back tomorrow for me to clean inside and out.

      	Once Jeremy left dad took me inside to the basement, he uncuffed
me, then threw the punishment uniform at me, "put it on boy". He stood
there and watched me change into the uniform. Once I was in the bright
orange uniform and my CAT work boots he put the cuffs back on me and put
leg irons around my ankles. Dad took me upstairs and out into the yard
again, he changed the cuffs out for the long chain cuffs to allow me to be
able to do yard work. Dad handed me a rake and then went to his truck and
left to handle his chores. The work seemed to go so slowly, hearing the
rattle of the chain with every movement I made, reminding me that I was a
prisoner. By the time I had the leaves raked up Dad was back. He had a lot
of stuff in the back of his truck, I went to help him carry stuff in.  I
carried in several cases of water that he had bought, and I noticed that in
the back of his truck he had several metal rods. Dad saw me looking at
them. "Boy, we are going to get that cell finished as soon as possible,
hopefully by tonight". Just as he finished his sentence some of his friends
came up the driveway. Dad explained "they are here to help us get the cell
ready".

      	[July 9, 2006 2:10am]