Kevin kept running around with the leashed Matt in tow for another while, enjoying how funny he looked, a tiny muscled man dressed with only a dog collar, and how powerful it made him feel, this adult man with the build of a superhero easily left in the dust and pulled around effortlessly with the leash. It was a riot seeing Matt's little body in action, from his legs flexing and extending trying to catch up or uselessly trying to resist to his chiseled chest puffing and contracting as he had to take advantage of every pause to take air and of course, his tiny member flopping around while he ran, something that he would have to ask his father about later.
But Kevin was also an 8 year old kid, and seeing his father napping peacefully on the couch started to make him feel sleepy too. Besides, he also knew today was quite a special day to bond with his dad thanks to the little guy he got as a gift so he didn't want to ruin it by disturbing his father's sleep.
"Let's go do something else, little guy" Kevin said softly and pulled the leash gently. For Matt it was just another humbling experience, running around a living room with a kid feeling like one of the toughest cardio sessions he has endured made a complete mockery of all the years of blood, sweat and tears spent on the gym shaping up his physique. But he was grateful for the change of pace and started to sense an opportunity so he just complied. He didn't have any children himself, but he knew enough about them to feel what was going to happen next.
"Let's just stay here for a bit little guy, you can pick up a comic if you want" Kevin said with a yawn putting his arm around Matt with the intent to grab him tight but recoiling a bit after noticing "gosh, you're already all sweaty.. might tell dad you need another shower, hehe" the boy chuckled and reclined against the wall picking up a comic book with his other hand.
Matt endured the 15 longest minutes in his life, now not doing a workout but testing his patience as he remained there, waiting and hoping the boy dozed off just like his supposed benefactor did earlier. He half heartedly picked up a comic book too, finding the drawings crude and uninteresting but turning the pages just to keep the time passing while he took small glances at the boy that sure enough was yawning again and moving to find a more comfortable position while holding him.
"Just stay there and sleep little guy, we can play with dad when he wakes up. He likes you a lot" Kevin said softly finally closing his eyes and laying on the floor, with one hand on Matt's back while he continued "reading" and the other holding the leash. Matt kept waiting, unused to not be able to get out of tough situations with his raw strength but having to wait for the right moment and be strategic. The worst part was that with the giant kid sleeping next to him he was starting to feel a bit tired too, but he couldn't miss this golden opportunity. He motivated himself replaying the humiliations of the day and with the fear on what would come, knowing this brat was just using him as a toy, but that he was right about his father. From his vantage point it was hard to miss John's hard on when he was watching Kevin bathing him against his will, he was pretty sure worse things would come if he didn't manage to escape.
Slowly, frustratingly slowly, but the moment finally arrived. The kid moved around, lifting the hand on his back and leaving only the leash on his other hand with a weak hold. Matt crawled, held the collar against his body to not make noise, looked at the couch to make sure there was no movement on the giant pervert's side and as gently as he could pulled on the leash, successfully releasing it from Kevin's hand. He was free! Still leashed and trapped in the home, but free.
He wasted no time and started looking around for exits while trying to be as quiet as possible. The dog flap first, if not then any doors or windows would do. He was too small to reach those sure, but maybe the leash would come in handy and he would just need to get lucky. If not, he would just have to hide somewhere and hope for the best.
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