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Facing the consequences ( M/M ), chapter 5, Sep 9th
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hogtiefootlover
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Great story would be funny if he had a younger brother who also came home late during the punishment. Still wonder what he has planned
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Bondwriter
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Great start. Gary's rebellious ways mean consequences, of course!
Well Gary's attitude has been revoked 
I like how his dad's efforts has completely killed Gary's resolve and left Gary 100% compliant to his dad's commands...
I too am wondering, where did dad get that gag? And what exactly is he using it for?
Especially like how dad is so non-forgiving and militant in his treatment of Gary. I think Gary's dad is likely getting a kick out of this at this point, or?
Looking forward to what dad pulls out of his hat next to try on Gary
I like how his dad's efforts has completely killed Gary's resolve and left Gary 100% compliant to his dad's commands...
I too am wondering, where did dad get that gag? And what exactly is he using it for?
Especially like how dad is so non-forgiving and militant in his treatment of Gary. I think Gary's dad is likely getting a kick out of this at this point, or?
Looking forward to what dad pulls out of his hat next to try on Gary
Ooh, a much-needed attitude adjustment!
While Andre could stand to lighten up a bit (especially considering what a reputation for partying that a lot of military men have), Gary went about it in the complete wrong way. And now he needs to learn!
Loving it so far!
While Andre could stand to lighten up a bit (especially considering what a reputation for partying that a lot of military men have), Gary went about it in the complete wrong way. And now he needs to learn!
Loving it so far!
@sami200456boyfriend @harveygasson @WhereAmI @Sockbound1234 @erfan @Xtc @socjuc @TightropesEU @vincenzotognolo22 @ajohnson @owenlewisgrey @hogtiefootlover @Bondwriter @wataru14 , Hello everyone, here is the next chapter of Gary's adventure. Hope you all enjoy it! 
I gulped and moaned into my thick gag; Dad’s devilish smile didn’t bode well for me and I was under the impression that he was amused when he saw fear in my eyes. I stared at him and did my best to get away from him, but the ropes he had used to tie me up with held me tightly in place. My father smirked at my futile attempts to escape and slowly came even closer to me. He squatted down and forced my bound body on the floor, making me lie on my stomach. My heart was pounding like crazy at that moment; loosing the ability to see what he was doing was a pure nightmare to me. I started to squirm and struggle, but one painful slap on my head made me stop. I felt Dad sit on my bound legs, pressing them to the floor and immobilizing them even more. I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead; the anxiety was unbearable.
“You know what’s going to happen… right, Gary?” He asked.
“Mmmmhh!” I tried to speak.
“We’ll see what’s worse for you: spanking or this?”
Before I could protest and beg him not to do that I felt Dad’s fingers on the soles of my feet. Immediately I started laughing and moaning like crazy into the oversized ball in my mouth. I always hated being tickled and even as a small kid I did everything I could to avoid it; my father and older brother knew well about my weakness and often attacked me when I wasn’t expecting that. When I grew older I hoped that I would never be tickled again, but apparently I was wrong; now I was going through the very same ordeal and I have to admit that this time it was much worse. I was unable to fight or even scream when Dad’s fingers were scratching my feet. He was merciless and didn’t pay any attention to my muffled moans and grunts. He kept rubbing my feet, toes and heels brutally until I was on a verge of going insane.
“Oh man, did you get even more ticklish, Gary?” My father asked after several extremely long minutes of tickling.
“Mmmm…” I was panting so heavily I could only moan quietly.
“So… shall we carry on, son? Your feet look like they need more attention from my fingers…”
“MMMHHH!!” This time I tried to beg desperately and my body jerked in the bonds.
“All right, all right… I can leave your feet alone if you want it so much…”
I was so relieved that my ordeal was over that I almost wanted to hug my father. Of course the incredibly tight ropes prevented me from doing that; I was lying on my stomach, drooling heavily through the ball-gag and hoping to be released from my bonds. I couldn’t think of any other thing Dad could do to me to punish me for disobeying his orders and coming home way after the settled time; after all, what can be worse than spanking and tickling? I calmed down a little bit, but my father had other plans for me; he got up from me and rolled me on my back. I grunted angrily when I felt the weight of my body on my bound wrists, but he ignored it. He sat on my thighs and looked down at my sweaty face.
“Ready for round two, Gary?”
My eyes widened in fear; I definitely wasn’t expecting that. Before I could utter any protests, my Dad’s fingers were digging into my ribs, causing my body to jerk spasmodically. I tried my best to beg him to stop, but obviously my pleas brought no results whatsoever. I was laughing hysterically into my huge gag; I even had some troubles with proper breathing, but it didn’t stop my father from tickling my sides mercilessly. Every now and then he was giving me breaks, but they lasted no more than merely several seconds. I didn’t even get enough time to catch my breath before the tickling was resumed, driving me crazy and making me beg through the gag. When Dad finally stopped my whole body was drenched in sweat and I was exhausted. I could only stare at him, panting heavily and desperately hoping for my punishment to be over.
“Man… I bet you’d prefer to be spanked with my military belt…”
“Mmmmhh…” To my own surprise, I nodded quickly.
“Such a shame it won’t happen…”
I watched in horror as my Dad sat on my abdomen. I knew well what he was going to do and the fact that I couldn’t do anything to stop him was worse than anything. He flexed his fingers in front of my face and started digging them into my chest and armpits. I was so tired that I couldn’t even struggle or squirm too much anymore. I was moaning desperately into my gag, but Dad just smirked at kept tickling me mercilessly until I was on a verge of crying. As a final part of my torture he moved his fingers up and started tickling my neck. Even though it wasn’t as bad as having my armpits tickled, it was still a complete nightmare, but I was too exhausted to even try resisting. I just lied there, laughing and hoping for the punishment to end. Finally, after a horribly long hour, Dad stopped and stood up.
“Well… maybe this will teach you a lesson, son” He said with a smile.
“Mmmmhh…” I nodded.
Dad left the room, but was soon back with a towel in his hand. He made me sit and wiped the sweat from my face, neck, chest and abdomen, for which I was extremely grateful. I tried to ask him to at least remove the damn gag from my mouth, but he didn’t pay any attention to that. He just checked my bonds and was satisfied to see that all of them were as tight as they were the moment he cinched them. He patted me on the cheek and told me to rest. I lowered my head and lied down on the floor again. I watched my father sit on the couch and turn the TV on; I was extremely happy that he wasn’t going to tickle me again. For several moments I listened to the TV, but soon I dozed off…
Chapter 5: The worst punishemnt
I gulped and moaned into my thick gag; Dad’s devilish smile didn’t bode well for me and I was under the impression that he was amused when he saw fear in my eyes. I stared at him and did my best to get away from him, but the ropes he had used to tie me up with held me tightly in place. My father smirked at my futile attempts to escape and slowly came even closer to me. He squatted down and forced my bound body on the floor, making me lie on my stomach. My heart was pounding like crazy at that moment; loosing the ability to see what he was doing was a pure nightmare to me. I started to squirm and struggle, but one painful slap on my head made me stop. I felt Dad sit on my bound legs, pressing them to the floor and immobilizing them even more. I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead; the anxiety was unbearable.
“You know what’s going to happen… right, Gary?” He asked.
“Mmmmhh!” I tried to speak.
“We’ll see what’s worse for you: spanking or this?”
Before I could protest and beg him not to do that I felt Dad’s fingers on the soles of my feet. Immediately I started laughing and moaning like crazy into the oversized ball in my mouth. I always hated being tickled and even as a small kid I did everything I could to avoid it; my father and older brother knew well about my weakness and often attacked me when I wasn’t expecting that. When I grew older I hoped that I would never be tickled again, but apparently I was wrong; now I was going through the very same ordeal and I have to admit that this time it was much worse. I was unable to fight or even scream when Dad’s fingers were scratching my feet. He was merciless and didn’t pay any attention to my muffled moans and grunts. He kept rubbing my feet, toes and heels brutally until I was on a verge of going insane.
“Oh man, did you get even more ticklish, Gary?” My father asked after several extremely long minutes of tickling.
“Mmmm…” I was panting so heavily I could only moan quietly.
“So… shall we carry on, son? Your feet look like they need more attention from my fingers…”
“MMMHHH!!” This time I tried to beg desperately and my body jerked in the bonds.
“All right, all right… I can leave your feet alone if you want it so much…”
I was so relieved that my ordeal was over that I almost wanted to hug my father. Of course the incredibly tight ropes prevented me from doing that; I was lying on my stomach, drooling heavily through the ball-gag and hoping to be released from my bonds. I couldn’t think of any other thing Dad could do to me to punish me for disobeying his orders and coming home way after the settled time; after all, what can be worse than spanking and tickling? I calmed down a little bit, but my father had other plans for me; he got up from me and rolled me on my back. I grunted angrily when I felt the weight of my body on my bound wrists, but he ignored it. He sat on my thighs and looked down at my sweaty face.
“Ready for round two, Gary?”
My eyes widened in fear; I definitely wasn’t expecting that. Before I could utter any protests, my Dad’s fingers were digging into my ribs, causing my body to jerk spasmodically. I tried my best to beg him to stop, but obviously my pleas brought no results whatsoever. I was laughing hysterically into my huge gag; I even had some troubles with proper breathing, but it didn’t stop my father from tickling my sides mercilessly. Every now and then he was giving me breaks, but they lasted no more than merely several seconds. I didn’t even get enough time to catch my breath before the tickling was resumed, driving me crazy and making me beg through the gag. When Dad finally stopped my whole body was drenched in sweat and I was exhausted. I could only stare at him, panting heavily and desperately hoping for my punishment to be over.
“Man… I bet you’d prefer to be spanked with my military belt…”
“Mmmmhh…” To my own surprise, I nodded quickly.
“Such a shame it won’t happen…”
I watched in horror as my Dad sat on my abdomen. I knew well what he was going to do and the fact that I couldn’t do anything to stop him was worse than anything. He flexed his fingers in front of my face and started digging them into my chest and armpits. I was so tired that I couldn’t even struggle or squirm too much anymore. I was moaning desperately into my gag, but Dad just smirked at kept tickling me mercilessly until I was on a verge of crying. As a final part of my torture he moved his fingers up and started tickling my neck. Even though it wasn’t as bad as having my armpits tickled, it was still a complete nightmare, but I was too exhausted to even try resisting. I just lied there, laughing and hoping for the punishment to end. Finally, after a horribly long hour, Dad stopped and stood up.
“Well… maybe this will teach you a lesson, son” He said with a smile.
“Mmmmhh…” I nodded.
Dad left the room, but was soon back with a towel in his hand. He made me sit and wiped the sweat from my face, neck, chest and abdomen, for which I was extremely grateful. I tried to ask him to at least remove the damn gag from my mouth, but he didn’t pay any attention to that. He just checked my bonds and was satisfied to see that all of them were as tight as they were the moment he cinched them. He patted me on the cheek and told me to rest. I lowered my head and lied down on the floor again. I watched my father sit on the couch and turn the TV on; I was extremely happy that he wasn’t going to tickle me again. For several moments I listened to the TV, but soon I dozed off…
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harveygasson
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Wow a harsh punishment for someone that doesn't like tickling, I feel his pain haha
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From that last paragraph I do not feel that Dad is done with Gary yet.
Gary, wiggle like a worm
, squeak like a squirrel. (Oops perhaps I should have said Chipmunk considering the Author).
To tie Gary up is human, to tie Gary up and tickle him is divine. Me.
Gary, wiggle like a worm
, squeak like a squirrel. (Oops perhaps I should have said Chipmunk considering the Author). To tie Gary up is human, to tie Gary up and tickle him is divine. Me.
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME