Maxwell sheffield had blown off his son Brighton for the last time when he chose to go clubbing with one of his famous clients instead of play basketball with him. Maxwell had been drinking quite a lot and with a mixture of his sleeping pills he passed out on the couch right when he got home. Brighton walked down the staircase for a midnight snack when he saw his sweaty father passed out sleeping on the couch in his suit and tie. "I think it's time I tought dad a lesson, that hell never forget" brighton said to himself. He slowly dragged his dad into his office and closed and locked the door. The rest of the family including Niles were on vacation in the Carribean with Fran and brighton couldn't go because of grades and Maxwell couldn't go because of business. Brighton sat his father on his office chair at his desk and removed his belt, tie, and unbuttoned his white long sleeve with sweat bloches and pit stains on it. "This will be perfect" Brighton said quickly bringing in wooden stocks that were being used as a prop in one of his father's plays. He propped his Dad's worn loafers on his office desk and clamped the stocks on his ankles. He then cleared off the rest of the desk so nothing would get in his way. He tied his fathers arms behind the chair using strong ropes. And for the cherry on top he gagged his father with his tie very tightly so no one next door could hear his cries for help "muahaha" brighton said. Brighton pinched his fathers nipples and twisted. Waking him up instantly in pain. " mkhqfkcgewlkufgwieu" Max screamed from under his tie gag. "Whaa? I'm sorry Whaat Dad? brighton chuckled. "mghagdjdnfhsgfjdh" Max roared again. *Brighton what is the meaning of this!* Max thought to himself. "Hahaha this is classic!" Brighton said giggling. Max started sweating more. Brighton removed one of his father's worn, sweaty, stinky loafers exposing an extremely sheer nylon and enveloping the whole room in a stench similar sweat socks, rotten fritos, and wet dog. "Pee You Dad!" Brighton exclaimed. As he placed the loafer on his nose and deeply inhaled. Brighton then sat down at the opposite side of his father's desk right in front of his feet. Then pushing his father's loafer further into his face lapping up the sweat from the leather cushioning. "Yum!" brighton said. "I always knew he had a thing for my feet" cringingly said Max thinking to himself. Brighton then brought his face closer to the extremely sheer nylon and pressed his nose against the completely visible arch under the thin sock and dragged his nose all the up to the tan soles and toes, giving a sigh of relief when he was finished. Max cringed again. Brighton repeated the process on the other foot. "Now what should I do to you?" Brighton said chuckling.
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