This choice: He reaches around and grabs you • Go Back...Chapter #6He reaches around and grabs you by: AlcaPoco   Your father: http://meatymanass.tumblr.com/post/11150...
you just begin to sit down when something quickly encompassed you, knocking the breath out of you and encasing you in a rough grip, you didn't need to think long that your dad just snatched you up in a fist. You guessed he must have felt you when you had made impact on his cheek when your brother threw you, you had sunk into the briefs covered flesh quite abit before rebounding. The fist opened and your view was filled with your fathers face, half buried in his pillow. The only eye visible cracked open a bit and regarded you a few seconds before shooting open. Your father sits up in bed and lowers you between his meaty thighs an onto the sheet l. He just stared down at you for a few seconds with his mouth open before saying: "Bu-Bucky....is that really you boy?" You nodded up at him, trying not to be intimidated by his sheer size. A ray of sunlight shot through the blinds and illuminated the dark, musty room, giving a good view of your godlike father. His pecs seemed like cliffse, his gut the size of a skyscraper, and the bulge in front of you held by his briefs was the size of a house, while looking at it you swear it began to twitch.
You look back up frantically, "Dad you have to help me!!!" He blinked twice and smiled softly down at you. "Well duh boy, it's not like I'm gonna leave my naked one inch son to walk around the house forever." He said as he stretched and scratched at his armpit, you couldn't believe how mellow your dad could be, especially in a predicament like this.
"Dad we have to go to a doctor or something!" You yell as he still have you that warm look. His eyes narrowed, "Do you have any idea what they might do to you? I might never get you back which is bad because then I'd miss out on the best bonding time with you ever!" He said with a smile. You look at him quizzically, you and your father had always been close, how much closer did he want to get?
You stammer, "B-But dad...-" You're cut off as your fathers hand pushes you from behind and towards his package, you press your back against his palm and can't manage a word as you slowly are pressed and rubbed into the soft flesh, the cloth was damp with sweat, through the the fabric you could feel when you were touching his sack and when you were against his dick, as he seemed to be getting turned on. From above you hear him say, "This is perfect, it makes caring for you so much easier, and I no longer need to worry where you are! Think of all the great stuff we can do together, it'll make stuff like watching the game so much better." He pulls hand away and you collapse, partially leaning against his package, trying to comprehend how this is going so badly. Your father continues. "Now a few ground rules should be established, you should never leave my supervision, don't need you getting stomped underfoot or eaten by the dog. Also you will do most of what I say, got it? If not there will be punishments, if you think being grounded when you were normal was bad, hehe..." With that he scoops you up and heads...
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