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You and your dad were in the garden playing football.

‘It’s great to have a kick about again son, ever since you went to uni I’ve hardly seen you’ you dad said as he kicked the ball in your direction.

‘You’re gonna have to shoot better than that if you want to score dad’ you replied.

‘Come on then Cory, let’s see if you can score against your dad’ jokingly pushing you away and getting in the homemade goal.

You focused on the goal wanting to score so you could gloat to your dad, giving it a big kick you saw it fly through the goal and over the neighbours fence.

‘Well done mate but now you’ve got to go get the ball’ your dad laughed.

‘Not to Mr Davisson’s house, he’s a bit scary dad’ you refused.

‘Scary?! Cory you’re 19 now, go get the ball’ he laughed.

You crept into the garden through a gap in the fence, looking around for Mr Davisson. The grass was overgrown and there were several cans on the floor. You sneakily stepped over the cans, trying not to make a noise that could alert your neighbour.

‘Kick this ball into the garden again and you will regret it’ you kept thinking in your head. When you were younger Mr Davisson once shouted at you and warned you never to come back which has always struck fear into you when thinking of your neighbour.

You spotted the ball and rushed over, it was laid under the washing line filled with clothing that looked too small for Mr Davisson. You shrugged your shoulders and bent down to pick up the ball.

‘Oi what are you doing in my garden, Cory is that you?! I wanted you once before’.

You grabbed the ball and went to run but something happened, your vision went blurry and you fell to the ground. You woke up feeling strange, you felt damp and cold. Looking across the garden you were still here, stood in Mr Davissons garden but it was empty. Stood at the fence was Mr Davisson talking to your dad.

‘How’s Cory doing at Uni? Have you seen him much’ Mr Davisson asked.

‘Cory, do you mean Callum? He’s fine, he’s visiting in a couple of weeks actually’ he replied

‘Oh I thought you had a son called Cory’ Mr Davisson joked

‘Nope just Callum, anyway I best be going got to get to work’ your dad said as he headed into the house.

Your dad had forgotten you, even though you were stood in front of him. Had you turned invisible, or into a statue? Why couldn’t you move. That’s when Mr Davisson headed your way, you tired to run but you couldn’t move and you were frozen in place.

‘It worked, I told you not to come into my garden again boy’ he spoke before picking you up ‘my sons coming in a couple of hours to get his stuff before he moves away, I might have a final departing gift for him’

How was Mr Davisson carrying you and what were you. As you headed into the house you noticed an old mirror against the wall on the garden, looking in it you could only see Mr Davisson and a pair of underwear.

‘Wait am I a…’ before you could finish your thought, you were thrown onto a pile of clothes. That’s where you came to the realisation, you were now a pair of underwear sitting in an open suitcase.

‘My son and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, he came out as gay and I’m not a fan of the idea but I’ve got over that even if he does wear these ridiculous jock straps’ he said to you holding you in the air once again. ‘You won’t last long in his hands, or should I saw trousers’ he sniggered.

That’s when a door opened and you were launched back on the suitcase. Then in walked Tom, you briefly remembered him from when he lived next door, he was always a big, hairy and an athlete. He now worked as a builder and was even bigger than before.

‘Hey what are these, these aren’t mine’ he questioned as he held you in his hands. His breath was warm and you could smell the odour he had works up working on the site today.

‘Oh those are a gift from me, look son I know I’ve not always been your biggest supporter but your moving across the country, I’m not going to see you often and I wanted you to know… I’m proud of you’ he said. A tear running down his cheek.

‘Aww dad, these might be my new favourite pair. In fact, I’m going to run for a shower and put them straight on’

You laid back in the suitcase for a while, the whole time Mr Davisson sat across the room staring at your smirking before Tom came back wrapped in a towel and took you into the next room.

He dropped the towel and revealed his massive member before lowering you down and slowly pulling you up his legs before you finally wrapped around his body.

He then up on some trousers and an open shit before heading downstairs, he was about to do up his trousers when his dad stopped him.

‘Wait, stop me if it’s weird but I want a photo of this…olive branch’ he sniggered ‘so I can look back and remember the lessons learnt today’ before setting up a camera, hugging his son and capturing the photo.

That night, Tom got into his childhood bed one last time. You wanted to sleep but you couldn’t, it was like now you were underwear you couldn’t do anything you could before.

You felt every move Tom made as he rolled over pressing you into the mattress. It got to the morning, Tom was snoring away while his member stood up causing you to tent. That’s when you felt it happen, his member unleashed a massive amount of cum, covering your face which was unfortunately sat right in front of it.

‘Oh damn, I should change you’ he said feeling the warm soggy front ‘nah I don’t have time, it’s moving day’

He then began getting dressed, putting on his socks, shirt and finally his trousers.

‘These are a pair of comfy pants, don’t think I will be changing you much from now on’ he sniggered ‘my last pair used to get worn for weeks at a time’

ZIIIIIIIPPPP

The light was gone and your fate was now sealed, you were now owned by a big gay bear as he drove off to his new home.

Description
You and your dad were in the garden playing football.

‘It’s great to have a kick about again son, ever since you went to uni I’ve hardly seen you’ you dad said as he kicked the ball in your direction.

‘You’re gonna have to shoot better than that if you want to score dad’ you replied.

‘Come on then Cory, let’s see if you can score against your dad’ jokingly pushing you away and getting in the homemade goal.

You focused on the goal wanting to score so you could gloat to your dad, giving it a big kick you saw it fly through the goal and over the neighbours fence.

‘Well done mate but now you’ve got to go get the ball’ your dad laughed.

‘Not to Mr Davisson’s house, he’s a bit scary dad’ you refused.

‘Scary?! Cory you’re 19 now, go get the ball’ he laughed.

You crept into the garden through a gap in the fence, looking around for Mr Davisson. The grass was overgrown and there were several cans on the floor. You sneakily stepped over the cans, trying not to make a noise that could alert your neighbour.

‘Kick this ball into the garden again and you will regret it’ you kept thinking in your head. When you were younger Mr Davisson once shouted at you and warned you never to come back which has always struck fear into you when thinking of your neighbour.

You spotted the ball and rushed over, it was laid under the washing line filled with clothing that looked too small for Mr Davisson. You shrugged your shoulders and bent down to pick up the ball.

‘Oi what are you doing in my garden, Cory is that you?! I wanted you once before’.

You grabbed the ball and went to run but something happened, your vision went blurry and you fell to the ground. You woke up feeling strange, you felt damp and cold. Looking across the garden you were still here, stood in Mr Davissons garden but it was empty. Stood at the fence was Mr Davisson talking to your dad.

‘How’s Cory doing at Uni? Have you seen him much’ Mr Davisson asked.

‘Cory, do you mean Callum? He’s fine, he’s visiting in a couple of weeks actually’ he replied

‘Oh I thought you had a son called Cory’ Mr Davisson joked

‘Nope just Callum, anyway I best be going got to get to work’ your dad said as he headed into the house.

Your dad had forgotten you, even though you were stood in front of him. Had you turned invisible, or into a statue? Why couldn’t you move. That’s when Mr Davisson headed your way, you tired to run but you couldn’t move and you were frozen in place.

‘It worked, I told you not to come into my garden again boy’ he spoke before picking you up ‘my sons coming in a couple of hours to get his stuff before he moves away, I might have a final departing gift for him’

How was Mr Davisson carrying you and what were you. As you headed into the house you noticed an old mirror against the wall on the garden, looking in it you could only see Mr Davisson and a pair of underwear.

‘Wait am I a…’ before you could finish your thought, you were thrown onto a pile of clothes. That’s where you came to the realisation, you were now a pair of underwear sitting in an open suitcase.

‘My son and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, he came out as gay and I’m not a fan of the idea but I’ve got over that even if he does wear these ridiculous jock straps’ he said to you holding you in the air once again. ‘You won’t last long in his hands, or should I saw trousers’ he sniggered.

That’s when a door opened and you were launched back on the suitcase. Then in walked Tom, you briefly remembered him from when he lived next door, he was always a big, hairy and an athlete. He now worked as a builder and was even bigger than before.

‘Hey what are these, these aren’t mine’ he questioned as he held you in his hands. His breath was warm and you could smell the odour he had works up working on the site today.

‘Oh those are a gift from me, look son I know I’ve not always been your biggest supporter but your moving across the country, I’m not going to see you often and I wanted you to know… I’m proud of you’ he said. A tear running down his cheek.

‘Aww dad, these might be my new favourite pair. In fact, I’m going to run for a shower and put them straight on’

You laid back in the suitcase for a while, the whole time Mr Davisson sat across the room staring at your smirking before Tom came back wrapped in a towel and took you into the next room.

He dropped the towel and revealed his massive member before lowering you down and slowly pulling you up his legs before you finally wrapped around his body.

He then up on some trousers and an open shit before heading downstairs, he was about to do up his trousers when his dad stopped him.

‘Wait, stop me if it’s weird but I want a photo of this…olive branch’ he sniggered ‘so I can look back and remember the lessons learnt today’ before setting up a camera, hugging his son and capturing the photo.

That night, Tom got into his childhood bed one last time. You wanted to sleep but you couldn’t, it was like now you were underwear you couldn’t do anything you could before.

You felt every move Tom made as he rolled over pressing you into the mattress. It got to the morning, Tom was snoring away while his member stood up causing you to tent. That’s when you felt it happen, his member unleashed a massive amount of cum, covering your face which was unfortunately sat right in front of it.

‘Oh damn, I should change you’ he said feeling the warm soggy front ‘nah I don’t have time, it’s moving day’

He then began getting dressed, putting on his socks, shirt and finally his trousers.

‘These are a pair of comfy pants, don’t think I will be changing you much from now on’ he sniggered ‘my last pair used to get worn for weeks at a time’

ZIIIIIIIPPPP

The light was gone and your fate was now sealed, you were now owned by a big gay bear as he drove off to his new home.