Date: Wed, 16 May 2007 15:01:20 -0400
From: Curt <boycurt@punkass.com>
Subject: daddys home part 2

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.


	Dad's friends Ben and John got out of their truck, both wearing
jeans, and tshirts. John was wearing some Danner workboots similar to
Dad's, but much more worn. Ben was in what looked like some new Timberland
classic work boots, worn very loose. Dad called me over and told me to get
on the ground and start kissing the boots of his friends. I kissed John's
boots, then Ben's. I noticed Ben's boots had some small spots of dirt on
the toes, and then without thinking I started licking the dirt off. This
caused the two men to have even more of a laugh at me. Dad lead me back to
the yard, and used a padlock to attach my leg irons to a chain from a metal
stake in the ground, restricting me to only being in the yard. I went back
to finishing my chores in the yard, and the three men went inside. I got
finished raking leaves, push mowing the lawn, remulching trees and even
cleaning the pool with the long brush, which was a challenge with the
cuffs. When I finished I sat on the ground waiting for dad to return. It
was getting dark out and dad came outside to get me. I was released from
the chain, and led into the kitchen where I was told to stay and make
dinner for the three men and myself. I called dad when dinner was
ready. Dad and his friends came upstairs, and retrieved their plates. Dad
carried his as well as mine. He sat his plate on the table, but put mine on
the floor at near his feet. I was forced to eat at the feet of these three
sweaty men while they sat at the table and ate. I began realizing at this
point that I was becoming really excited by the situation, even though I
was being punished.

	Just as we were finishing dinner, Jeremy came back. He rang the
doorbell, and dad answered it. Jeremy announced "I'm here to pick up my
slave." Dad responded "ok, hes about ready, come in and have a
seat". Jeremy sat down at the table, at the fourth seat, and dad got him a
glass of tea, which he sipped at. Dad disappeared down the hall,
instructing me to stay on the floor. Dad returned very quickly with the bag
he was showing me earlier. He pulled out a locking black leather dog collar
and matching leash. Dad locked the collar around my neck, and then handed
the leash to Jeremy. There was no transfering of keys, dad kept them in his
pocket. Jeremy walked over to me, where I was now kneeling by the table,
and clipped the leash on to my collar. I felt so humilated, my best friend
had me on a leash. Jeremy took the opportunity to humilate my further,
instead of hugging my dad before I left, I was lead over to him and his
friends, and forced to give each ot their boots a brief lick before I was
lead out of the house. As we exited the house, dad caught up to Jeremy
before we got to his car, I was hoping that dad had changed his mind and
was going to tell Jeremy that he couldn't take me, but that wasn't it. Dad
handed Jeremy my big wooden paddle and told him "if he causes you any
trouble, bend him over your knee and give him a few reasons to
behave". Jeremy happily agreed and continued to 'put' me in the backseat of
his car.

	Jeremy drove to his house and pulled me out of his car with a
strong tug of my leash. We went into Jeremy's house, and up to his
room. Jeremy told me to sit on the floor, he grabbed the chair from his
desk, he sat in his chair and faced me.

"Curt, dude, you aren't going to like what goes on during the next 10 days,
but you have to remember that you are being punished for what you did. You
made a mistake, one that you have made before in our friendship. You have
to learn to be truthful to me. You didn't trust me to still be your friend
once I found out you were gay, so you hide that, then I found out
anyway. Look at the way things happened, you could have had someone to talk
to about stuff like two years before you finally confessed. Now this is
going to work, for this week, you are my slave, I am your Master. You will
address me as Sir, or Master Jeremy. Once this week is over, things will go
back to normal, well... mostly, you will likely still be licking my sneaks
according to what your dad has told me."


	I stared at Jeremy for a moment and then I said "yes sir" and
started staring at his hot sneakers.  Jeremy noticed what I was doing and
gave me a quick kick to my abs, which stung for a few seonds, then he had
some orders for me.  "ok slave, since you like my feet so much, you are
going to lick my sneakers clean, then you are going to suck on my socks for
a little bit, then you will give me a foot massage and then suck on my
toes. After that I will have a few other chores for you."

	Jeremy stood up, walked over to his bed and layed down. He
stretched his feet and arms wide, and propped himself up on his pillow so
that he could relax while watching me. He was wearing his loose black
basketball shorts, his jersey and his new basketball shoes, size 12, Nike
Shox Lethal in all black. As soon as I lowered my lips to his sneakers to
begin licking, he removed his jerset, revealing his beautiful pitts,
perfectly round small nipples and the most beatiful abs that could ever
exist, much like gentle sloping hills on an otherwise perfectly flat
plane. Even without Jeremy being my Master, I still loved and worshipped
him.

	I enjoyed so much licking on this hot boy's sneakers. I started
with the sole, licking long strokes from the heal to the toe of his
sneakers. I tasted mostly mud/soil on the soles, along with a little bit of
grass. I started to get an erection from eating my Master's dirt. At this
point I really wish I could masturbate, but yet in some ways it seemed
appropriate having my cock locked in a chastity device while I was being
punished and having to serve my straight friend. Just as I was finishing up
with the sole of Jeremy's right sneaker, the doorbell rang. Jeremy looked
down at me and said "get the door slave!". I was a little worried, but I
headed downstairs to get the door. As soon as I opened the door, I wished I
would hide behind it. Standing at the door was Marshall, a mutual friend to
me and Jeremy. I pretended everything was normal, and invited him to come
in, "Please Marshall, come in, Jeremy is up in his room". Marshall snapped
at me "don't you mean 'Please come in SIR'?" I was stunned, Jeremy had
already told him! "yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir", "Good slave, now take me to
Jeremy". I lead Marshall upstairs to Jeremy's room, and returned to licking
Jeremy's sneakers. Marshall started laughing hysterically at the sight of
me performing such a humilating act, I tried to ignore him and continued
licking dirt from my Master's shoes. I licked the soft leather uppers very
carefully, and I tasted every inceh of leather on those sneakers. Once I
removed Jeremy's sneakers I realized that he hadn't showered after his
afternoon practice, and I really didn't know what to expect when I started
on his socks, so I took a deep breath and took his socked foot into my
mouth. I sucked on the sock and very suprisingly, fluid was coming out of
his socks, I was swallowing Jeremy's sweat. As I sucked on his socks, he
moaned loadly, he was obviously enjoying himself. It took a very short time
for him to get bored with me sucking on his socks, and I was soon working
on his bare feet, licking between his toes and sucking on his toes, and
licking his wonderfully soft, sweaty soles. When I finished my mouth had a
taste of Jeremy's feet that I could not get rid of. After finishing Jeremy,
he snapped his fingers and pointed to Marshall's boots and told me to get
to work. Marshall was wearing a pair of black Hi Tec Altitude Hiking boots
still somewhat muddy from his previous hike. I lowered myself to his boots
and started licking the uppers. It took about 30 minutes for me to get the
uppers of both boots relatively clean. I crawled back a few inches and
looked to my Master and to Marshall for approval. Jeremy, in his nicest
preppy-boy sarcastic tone, said "dont forget the soles slave". I rolled
over on my back and grabbed Marshall's ankle to begin licking the soles of
Marshall's hiking boots. The sight under his soles was horrible, mud caked
everywhere, I was disgusted at the amount of dirt on the soles. I looked at
Jeremy and asked "Sir, do I really have to do this, its too much for
me?". Jeremy's smile vanished, and I found myself pulled off the floor and
bent over his bed. Jeremy handed the paddle to Marshall and told him to
punish me for questioning the orders. Marshall decided to give me 1 swat
per every mile he hiked, per foot. Twenty swats of the paddle later I was
nearly in tears, but I found myself crawling back under Marshall's boots
and eating mud from his soles. After licking, chewing and swalling what
felt like 50 pounds of dirt, I was allowed up. My mouth was dry, a fact
which Jeremy seemed to already know, as he put a bowl on the floor and
filled it with water. I was allowed to drink as much water from the bowl as
I wanted before I was to begin my next task. I was to make some snacks for
Marshall and Jeremy while they got comfortable in the living room. The two
of them started a movie and once I delievered their snacks to them, I was
then told my next task. I was to begin cleaning Jeremy's room, and I was
given explicit instructions to put his sneakers away neatly without doing
anything "gay" with them. I went up to his room and started by putting all
of his dirty clothes outside his door and then straightening up his desk. I
dusted his desk, vaccumed his floor, and reorganized his closet to be a
little more accessible to his normal wearing patterns. When I was done, I
grabbed a rag and some shoe cleaner and started working hard to clean
Jeremy's shoes perfectly, so that they would look as good as they possibly
could. Once again the doorbell rang, I was ordered to come downstairs to
get the door.

	When I opened the door, I saw my dad standing there in his military
uniform, boots and his really serious looking drill instuctor hat, with a
very neutral look on his face. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and
pushed me to the floor. He unlocked the long chain cuffs I had been wearing
all day and replaced them with some rigid Hiatt hinged handcuffs, locked
behind my back. I was forced to my knees, and I was told "Your cell is
ready prisoner, you will be in my custody until you are placed into your
cell for your sentance. You may not speak, if you do speak you will be
immediately gagged and your sentance extended." I was careful to stay
quiet, and dad escorted me out, he said goodbye to Jeremy and Marshall, but
didn't speak to me again, until we got to his truck, when he opened a cage
on the back and simply told me "in". I was placed into a small dog cage on
the back of his truck. He covered it with a tarp, and I was in total
blackness.

	When we arrived at home, I was led immediately to the basement,
which looked totally different now. There was a new wall in the middle,
with a heavy door on it. Dad unlocked the door and we went through it, to
the other side of the wall. On the other side, there was my punishment
cage, as well as two cells, both with a bench/bed and a metal toilet
(apparently using the same plumbing as the old half-bath that used to be in
the basement). There was what seemed to be a steel plate between the two
cells. Dad unlocked the cuffs, both the handcuffs and leg irons and
instructed me to strip, I stripped completely naked. Dad tossed a pair of
my oldest running shoes (Nike Air Tailwind, same as my current ones, but
much more beat up) without the laces. I was told to slip them on. I did, it
felt weird to wear them without laces. The next event was completely
unexpected, Dad recuffed my hands, bent me over a chair and held on to my
neck using the D-ring on the collar. He took out his electric clippers and
shaved my head. It felt good to feel the cool air over my ears, but at the
same time, very degrading, since I didn't particularly want a haircut, and
even if I did, I wouldn't pick something so short. I was brushed off after
my haircut, then the collar was removed, I was escorted to my cell and then
the cuffs were removed. Dad left the cell, locked the door, then passed
through the other door, I was left in total silence, and in a few minutes I
heard an electronic click, and then I was in the dark.