Chet then hands you over to your dad and he dangles you by the scruff of the neck. “You always were trouble” he says.
“Dad, please I know this was wrong. I was just trying to have a little fun. I’m sorry!” you whimper.
“Oh your gonna be sorry. And it’s your brother and I that are going to be the ones to have the fun.” You’re informed.
Chet returns with a little box of dental floss. “Hold out his arms” he tells you. Afraid not to listen you do and be binds your hands at your wrists. He allows for a length of string to remain. He hands the sting to your dad. You now dangle by your bound wrists. Chet then binds your ankles and again allows for a small length of floss there too.
You dad kicks back in his recliner and lets his feet rest on the footrest. Moving down to them Chet removes your dads sock exposing the wide soled pad. Pop then hands you to Chet who proceeds to toe you under your dads toes. You are facing into the underside of the toes. This lets you not only smell the nasty stench between your dad’s toes, but see up thru the space between his big and second toe. Your dad smiles down at you once property secured. Chet then started to put your dads thick athletic sock back on over you but pops stops him.
“Nah, let it off. I want to be able to look down at him during the rest of the game.”
“Sure thing pop” Chet answers, “You’re the boss.’
Then your dad slowly curls his toes down and squeezes you under them laughing.
You are left there for the remainder of the game, humiliated by your own dad and brother. You can still smell the scent from your dads leather shoes mixed with the sweaty funk smell.
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