A punishment gone too far… (M/M)
Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2022 2:55 am
INTRO
I have to get this off my chest. I thought this would be the best place to post this after reading some of these other stories. I should introduce myself…My name is Cody I’m 37 years old and I’m a single father to a 19 year old man-child named Thomas but everyone just calls him Tommy, but lately I just call him lazy. That’s right somehow even though my son has watched me work so hard for us, for him. He is the laziest guy his age, he fell a year behind in school and he’s best friends with guys who are going to be graduating on time and have jobs already. He doesnt seem to be very motivated by his friends passing him up. I started to think maybe I just didn’t discipline him well enough and that’s when I was pushed to my wits end. Let me begin at the beginning…
CHAPTER 1
I woke up at 5am exhausted from last nights 14 hour shift. I had grown tired of my job in manual labor, but that isn’t important right now, I had a much more frustrating problem headed my way early this morning. I walked into the kitchen to start my coffee and saw the mail from the week stacked up. I hadn’t gotten to any of it I was so exhausted from the long shifts at work. I started flipping through and saw what I recognized as my son’s report card.
“He better be passing his classes” I thought to myself.
Wishful thinking. He was failing and failing badly. Tommy really pissed me off this time. I have been working my ass off putting extra money away for him to have a head start for college and he’s pissing around and wasting his life away. I was furious. He was still asleep and I wanted to try to cool down anyway.
I went in my room to get dressed, I didn’t bother to shower I was so tired and I’ll be soaked in sweat by the time I get off anyway. I know, I know…it’s kinda gross.I just don’t feel like bothering with it during the week. I grabbed a pair of socks off the floor and while we are being honest this would be my third day wearing them at work. I hadn’t made time to do laundry in awhile. I’m not sure any of the clothes I put on were exactly clean, but I always put on fresh underwear at the very least. Doesn’t do a lot of good considering how much sweat pours off of me at work.
That’s when I started to get an idea at first I thought I was just too angry to think straight. An hour later I was just as sure of what I wanted to do to fix my son’s bad attitude. If he wouldn’t listen to my reasonable requests, I would be unreasonable with him. I was going to humiliate the defiance out of this brat and I knew just how to do it.
Chapter 2
I heard Tommy getting ready for school and knew I had to act fast if I wanted to get the jump on him. I quickly went to the garage and grabbed a roll of gorilla tape out of my tool box. I was breathing heavy, I felt a lot of emotions about what I was going to do, but I felt I had to something drastic if I was going to help turn my boy’s life around.
“Dad, I’m outta here, don’t wait up.” Tommy said with an irritating amount of confidence.
Everything about him was pissing me off right now. He didn’t care about anything or anyone and I was so tired of it. In hindsight I probably should have waited longer before I made my choice. It was too late now. It was time to begin my plan for my son to fix his act.
“You forgot something, son.”
He began to turn around to respond, but I was quick. He wasn’t able to turn around before I knocked him to the ground he landed flat on his stomach.
“Dad what-MMMMM!!!”
I put my knees on either side of his torso and pinned his arms to his side as I quickly placed a piece of tape across his mouth. It was so satisfying to hear him moaning through the tape unable to back talk to me for once. I I taped his arms to his sides and taped his legs together. I had him laying on his back now he was looking at me and he looked pretty scared. I’m gonna be honest, I loved it…but I didn’t want him to know that. Easy solution for that…I taped his eyes shut. Finally I taped his wrists together in front of him. I wanted him to still be able to use his hands while being bound securely enough for there to be no chance of escape. Why leave his hands partially free? He was going to learn how to use his hands and do some work for someone besides himself for once. I had to get to work, but I didn’t want to leave him out in the middle of the floor so I stuffed him under my computer chair. It was weirdly funny to me how he was stuck in between the legs of the chair squirming around and moaning into his gag. I didn’t want to leave for work, but I wasn’t gonna let him have the satisfaction of me missing work when I’m trying to make a point.
“Be a good boy, Tommy. All will be explained when I get home from work.” The sounds of muffled screams followed me out the door as I pulled it shut and locked it behind me.
Chapter 3
I walked in the door after my half day at work (hey I’m still his father 6 hours in solitary is long enough) feeling worried that Tommy somehow could have gotten free. I was very pleased when I heard Tommy’s gagged moans coming from my bedroom. He was sweaty and flustered looking like he definitely had been trying (very unsuccessfully) to escape. Despite his efforts he’d only managed to move himself and the chair he was stuck under a few inches. I laughed at him and he gave me some angry moans.
“Shut up, Tommy. You had this coming. Your grades were the final
Straw, but you’ve been lazing around and disrespecting me for long enough.”
Tommy began trying to plead through his gag as he realized the severity of my tone. His eyes were covered by the tape, but I imagine they would be filled with terror if I could see them. Now it was time to begin this brat’s punishment.
“Son, I was at a loss of how to get you to respect me. When I realized maybe striking some fear into you and even humiliating you a bit would be the easiest way.” He moaned and a huge smile spread across my face. There was no turning back now.
I sat in the chair at my computer that my son was under and began to play one of my games. He was moaning and struggling beneath me. I decided to get comfortable and make him uncomfortable. I kicked my shoes off and he immediately began coughing and shaking around. It was my socks and feet and I didn’t blame him. They did stink. Almost a week of no shower and the third day in the same socks. It had been about 30 hours of work in my smelly shoes with those socks. I felt a little bad because I could smell them from where I was sitting and he was much closer to my feet. Not close enough for the discomfort I wanted to inflict on him though. He was going crazy and screaming into his gag and acting like a fool at this point. I was done with his whining.
“Tommy if you don’t stop your crying I’m going to stuff my dirty sock in your mouth and leave you hogtied in the closet until tomorrow.” With a few more small, pathetic moans he went silent.
With Tommy scared into silence I was ready to continue with his punishment. Remember how I left his hands able to be moved a bit earlier? Now you’ll understand why. I placed my sweaty, socked foot in between his hands.
“You’re going to massage my left foot first. I do so much for you and don’t do even the minimum that you are supposed to so now you’re going to be forced into submission. I have one more surprise and remember my promise if you get loud again.” With that I placed my right foot over his face with my toes directly under his nose.
He tried shaking his head away, but didn’t dare make a sound. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all I thought to myself as I opened up a beer and began to relax.
“Start rubbing my foot or else, Tommy.”
With that he let out a soft moan and began rubbing my left foot as he silently sniffed my right foot. Yeah, this was a great idea. I started my game back up and got ready for a relaxing, but somewhat eventful night with my new foot slave son.
I have to get this off my chest. I thought this would be the best place to post this after reading some of these other stories. I should introduce myself…My name is Cody I’m 37 years old and I’m a single father to a 19 year old man-child named Thomas but everyone just calls him Tommy, but lately I just call him lazy. That’s right somehow even though my son has watched me work so hard for us, for him. He is the laziest guy his age, he fell a year behind in school and he’s best friends with guys who are going to be graduating on time and have jobs already. He doesnt seem to be very motivated by his friends passing him up. I started to think maybe I just didn’t discipline him well enough and that’s when I was pushed to my wits end. Let me begin at the beginning…
CHAPTER 1
I woke up at 5am exhausted from last nights 14 hour shift. I had grown tired of my job in manual labor, but that isn’t important right now, I had a much more frustrating problem headed my way early this morning. I walked into the kitchen to start my coffee and saw the mail from the week stacked up. I hadn’t gotten to any of it I was so exhausted from the long shifts at work. I started flipping through and saw what I recognized as my son’s report card.
“He better be passing his classes” I thought to myself.
Wishful thinking. He was failing and failing badly. Tommy really pissed me off this time. I have been working my ass off putting extra money away for him to have a head start for college and he’s pissing around and wasting his life away. I was furious. He was still asleep and I wanted to try to cool down anyway.
I went in my room to get dressed, I didn’t bother to shower I was so tired and I’ll be soaked in sweat by the time I get off anyway. I know, I know…it’s kinda gross.I just don’t feel like bothering with it during the week. I grabbed a pair of socks off the floor and while we are being honest this would be my third day wearing them at work. I hadn’t made time to do laundry in awhile. I’m not sure any of the clothes I put on were exactly clean, but I always put on fresh underwear at the very least. Doesn’t do a lot of good considering how much sweat pours off of me at work.
That’s when I started to get an idea at first I thought I was just too angry to think straight. An hour later I was just as sure of what I wanted to do to fix my son’s bad attitude. If he wouldn’t listen to my reasonable requests, I would be unreasonable with him. I was going to humiliate the defiance out of this brat and I knew just how to do it.
Chapter 2
I heard Tommy getting ready for school and knew I had to act fast if I wanted to get the jump on him. I quickly went to the garage and grabbed a roll of gorilla tape out of my tool box. I was breathing heavy, I felt a lot of emotions about what I was going to do, but I felt I had to something drastic if I was going to help turn my boy’s life around.
“Dad, I’m outta here, don’t wait up.” Tommy said with an irritating amount of confidence.
Everything about him was pissing me off right now. He didn’t care about anything or anyone and I was so tired of it. In hindsight I probably should have waited longer before I made my choice. It was too late now. It was time to begin my plan for my son to fix his act.
“You forgot something, son.”
He began to turn around to respond, but I was quick. He wasn’t able to turn around before I knocked him to the ground he landed flat on his stomach.
“Dad what-MMMMM!!!”
I put my knees on either side of his torso and pinned his arms to his side as I quickly placed a piece of tape across his mouth. It was so satisfying to hear him moaning through the tape unable to back talk to me for once. I I taped his arms to his sides and taped his legs together. I had him laying on his back now he was looking at me and he looked pretty scared. I’m gonna be honest, I loved it…but I didn’t want him to know that. Easy solution for that…I taped his eyes shut. Finally I taped his wrists together in front of him. I wanted him to still be able to use his hands while being bound securely enough for there to be no chance of escape. Why leave his hands partially free? He was going to learn how to use his hands and do some work for someone besides himself for once. I had to get to work, but I didn’t want to leave him out in the middle of the floor so I stuffed him under my computer chair. It was weirdly funny to me how he was stuck in between the legs of the chair squirming around and moaning into his gag. I didn’t want to leave for work, but I wasn’t gonna let him have the satisfaction of me missing work when I’m trying to make a point.
“Be a good boy, Tommy. All will be explained when I get home from work.” The sounds of muffled screams followed me out the door as I pulled it shut and locked it behind me.
Chapter 3
I walked in the door after my half day at work (hey I’m still his father 6 hours in solitary is long enough) feeling worried that Tommy somehow could have gotten free. I was very pleased when I heard Tommy’s gagged moans coming from my bedroom. He was sweaty and flustered looking like he definitely had been trying (very unsuccessfully) to escape. Despite his efforts he’d only managed to move himself and the chair he was stuck under a few inches. I laughed at him and he gave me some angry moans.
“Shut up, Tommy. You had this coming. Your grades were the final
Straw, but you’ve been lazing around and disrespecting me for long enough.”
Tommy began trying to plead through his gag as he realized the severity of my tone. His eyes were covered by the tape, but I imagine they would be filled with terror if I could see them. Now it was time to begin this brat’s punishment.
“Son, I was at a loss of how to get you to respect me. When I realized maybe striking some fear into you and even humiliating you a bit would be the easiest way.” He moaned and a huge smile spread across my face. There was no turning back now.
I sat in the chair at my computer that my son was under and began to play one of my games. He was moaning and struggling beneath me. I decided to get comfortable and make him uncomfortable. I kicked my shoes off and he immediately began coughing and shaking around. It was my socks and feet and I didn’t blame him. They did stink. Almost a week of no shower and the third day in the same socks. It had been about 30 hours of work in my smelly shoes with those socks. I felt a little bad because I could smell them from where I was sitting and he was much closer to my feet. Not close enough for the discomfort I wanted to inflict on him though. He was going crazy and screaming into his gag and acting like a fool at this point. I was done with his whining.
“Tommy if you don’t stop your crying I’m going to stuff my dirty sock in your mouth and leave you hogtied in the closet until tomorrow.” With a few more small, pathetic moans he went silent.
With Tommy scared into silence I was ready to continue with his punishment. Remember how I left his hands able to be moved a bit earlier? Now you’ll understand why. I placed my sweaty, socked foot in between his hands.
“You’re going to massage my left foot first. I do so much for you and don’t do even the minimum that you are supposed to so now you’re going to be forced into submission. I have one more surprise and remember my promise if you get loud again.” With that I placed my right foot over his face with my toes directly under his nose.
He tried shaking his head away, but didn’t dare make a sound. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all I thought to myself as I opened up a beer and began to relax.
“Start rubbing my foot or else, Tommy.”
With that he let out a soft moan and began rubbing my left foot as he silently sniffed my right foot. Yeah, this was a great idea. I started my game back up and got ready for a relaxing, but somewhat eventful night with my new foot slave son.