Debt
Something was driving me mad trying to get me to write an incest story. It was itching at my brain so much that I had to take a break from my commissions in order to write this out. And, yes, it had to be Father/Son. That Brother/Brother and Cousin/Cousin stuff is too... easy, I guess I could say. And don't even get me started with Uncle/nephew, etc. Father/Son makes the least sense to me, and thus, I had to try it out! If you have something against incest, good for you, keep your beliefs. This, however, is not REAL incest, but rather an attempt of mine to see what I would come up with if, by chance, someone paid me to write something I never have before. So, have fun!
His cell was ringing again. By this point he had set it to silent, but out of the corner of his eye he could see it light up again. It had been like this for nearly two days already, and every time he caught its' illuminated screen his heart would stop beating. Don was a dog of steady stature, always preaching to his son to never let your feelings show. Don was doing his best to follow his own advice, and he felt he was achieving it. Not once had his wife asked him why he was acting so worried, and she was an expert at picking up things. He was going to break, though, if he didn't do something soon. Any moment he expected the next thing to catch his eye to be something much more serious than a mere flashing cell phone. He was in over his head.
Don was not a dog to be taken lightly. American Bulldogs like himself were never the ones to lose a fight. He stood easily over six feet, with a body of muscle hidden under a healthy layer of fat, and a short coat of flawless white. Today, however, his clear, blue eyes were stuck to the windows. His large paws clenched into fists every few seconds as he kept watch for anything suspicious. At this point it was becoming obvious to his wife, he was sure, that there was something wrong.
She stood in the doorway, looking at the back of her husband's head as he looked back and forth between windows. She, like him, was of the same breed. They had been mated for this very reason, having actually been set-up into marriage by their parents. Whoever said arranged marriages inside of the United States never happened would be gravely wrong. She was happy, however, and she knew that she was lucky. They were friends from an early age, so the connection they had was from early on. As she stood in the doorway, however, she was lost. He never acted like this before.
Softly she placed a shoulder against the door frame, her arms crossing as she tried to gather subtle body clues. His head looking back and forth, must have meant he was anxious. If that was so, what was he anxious about? She didn't like being clueless. Most of the time she was able to tell what was going on, but now she was left without an answer.
"Don, babe?" She whispered cautiously, testing the air.
"Oh, Darla." Don's fur rustled, not expecting to hear her voice. "Hey, what's up?" He wrapped an arm around the back of the couch, turning his head to look at her. He had to act natural.
"I am kind of wondering the same thing." Darla's voice was still low.
"What do you mean?" Don had to calm down. His wife was like a bloodhound, one sniff and she had you.
"You seem to be acting a little unusual." Darla squinted her eyes.
"Unusual?" Don's paws clenched again, she had the scent.
"My birthday is tomorrow. You forgot to get a gift, because you were so caught up in that football game last Sunday, didn't you?" She remembered back when they first got married, he was acting the same way because he had forgotten to get her a present.
"Heh..." Don's face flushed with relief. "You better not believe I forgot!" He forced a smile on to his muzzle, relishing in his wife's conceited nature.
"Sure!" Darla laughed to herself with pride, patting herself on the back with the assurance of being right. "To give you the chance to make up for it... go pick up Dent from practice. I won't be expecting a speedy return." Darla left the room, walking down the hall with a content stride.
Don's relief was quickly replaced with dread. He had to go outside? Trouble, he knew that was all it would lead to, but he couldn't give Darla any more reason to be suspicious. His paws were a little sweaty, but he would be able to hold on to his steering wheel. This would all blow over, eventually.
His paw fetched the keys from a small dish near the front door before he took one last cursory glance out of the door's peephole. The coast was clear, or at least from what he could see. It took Don less than thirty seconds to make it to his car, crossing across the lawn with a brisk walk. Dent's high school wasn't but ten minutes away from the house. Don took a heavy breath before starting the car. It was simple, there and back, nothing would happen.
In record time Don made it to his son's school, driving haphazardly into the parking lot and stationing in front of the field. He could see his son from where he was, still in his uniform and chatting to a pretty, little something. While he appreciated his son's youthful attraction to girls, there was no time for his to go on with idle banter. "Sorry for being a cock-block, son." Don said out loud as he laid his paw on the horn.
Dent and the girl looked over at him, a little shaken. Dent held up a finger, saying it would be a minute. Don cursed to himself, feeling bad for tearing his son away from something he wanted, but not having any other choice. He pressed the horn again, letting it yell for twice as long. Dent stomped on the ground, slapping the girl's bare arm before running to the car.
Don listened to his son's heavy footsteps as he reached the car. How his son looked just like himself, he even ran the same when he was pissed off. He could hear his son's huffing groans before he opened the passenger door.
"Dad, what the hell? I still need to get unchanged." Dent's voice was slightly high with anger.
"Sorry, Dent, but we got no time. I need to get home now, and I mean now." Don pointed a finger sharply, trying to accentuate the severity.
"Why? Forgot to take a shit before leaving?" Dent laughed to himself, thinking he understood the issue.
"Exactly, so get your ass in, or else! You can just get your stuff from the locker room tomorrow." Don shook his head, laughing at how his son was like his wife. They always thought they knew the answer.
"Fine, I don't have anything crucial I need to get anyway, and the coach has been trying to get us to wash our own uniforms." Dent quickly pulled off his jersey and shoulder pads, exposing to the cool air his toned, upper body. He threw the equipment into the backseat before getting in the front, snapping into his seatbelt after shutting the door.
Don pulled out of the parking lot without more than a brief thought. His eyes watched the roads carefully, making sure there was nothing he needed to be aware of. Dent shifted next to him, perhaps feeling tense from the speeds they were driving at. He wasn't going to slow down, there was too much at risk, but he would try and distract him.
"So, Dent, who was that girl you were talking to?" Don faked a chuckle, trying to pretend he was actually interested.
"Melissa Green, head cheerleader." Dent smiled as he stroked his white chest.
"Oh, is that so? Why would she want to talk to you, huh?" Don laughed again, knowing that teasing his son would result in him forgetting how fast he was driving.
"For your information, she was asking if I could walk her home." Dent grunted after he spoke, his balls suddenly feeling heavy.
"Shit, sorry." Don knew it, he had officially been a cock-block.
"It's cool, she said I'd be able to tomorrow, so it's no big deal." Dent waved his big paw through the air, symbolizing smooth sailing.
They sat at a red light, the first red light Don had encountered throughout the entire trip. His foot tapped anxiously on the gas peddle, waiting for the allowance to slam down. His paws stayed clenched to the wheel, and his blue eyes kept their continuous watch.
In the right lane next to theirs, a black van slowed down to a stop. Dent's eyes looked at the van without much of a thought. All Dent could think about was 'walking' with Melissa. So, when he first noticed the sunglasses of the driver next to him looking down at him, he ignored it. It happened to him a lot, so stares from strangers were never something for him to think much about.
As soon as the light flashed green, Don sped forward. There was a second when Don felt he might actually make it home without a problem, but it was all over it an instant. A car suddenly slammed into the back of his car, forcing them into circles leading them off to the side of the road. Someone trying to make the light, perhaps, but all Don could think in the few seconds of consciousness he had was that they got him.
Don's eyes drifted open slowly, his vision being impaired by a blinding, white light. His heart jumped at the hope of being in a hospital. Maybe it really was just an accident, and he was now at the county general. His son. Suddenly Don found a new rush of uncertainty flowing through him mind. Where was his son? Was his alright? Don's eyes fought for a clear vision amidst the glaring light.
"Dent?" Don called out, his voice trying to crack. "Dent, are you alright?"
"Oh, hey there big guy!" The voice was not the one he had been hoping to hear. It was also not unfamiliar. "You were out for hours! What, were you not able to sleep last night?"
"Fuck, where is my son?" Don's voice grew deep with rage as his sight began to rejuvenate itself.
"He is here, no need to get testy."
"You leave him alone, you hear me?!" Don's body shook with anger. He wanted to kill himself, because he knew exactly what was happening.
"Dad, what is going on?" Dent's voice came like a slap to his father.
"Well, boy, your daddy here has been keeping a secret from you and your mother." The voice directed itself to the younger dog.
"Don't tell him anything!" Don pleaded. His vision came back to him, and his eyes instantly found everything around him.
He was in what looked like an interrogation room, but there was no two-way mirror. A panther with a purple suit stood in front of him, his fingers playing with the many rings he hand on his paws. Behind him he saw his son, tied to a chair in the same fashion that he himself was. To the side there was a large table with what appeared to be a newspaper on top, the date of which Don couldn't be sure. On either side of the table stood two, fierce looking tigers, bodies made of muscle and eyes covered by sunglasses. They both stood the same, their arms crossed behind themselves and their eyes looking at the ceiling. They were obviously hired thugs. This was the situation he had feared getting in to.
"Your son deserves to know why you have gotten him tied up, Don!" The panther fiddled with a ring on his index finger as he spoke.
"Spade, please!" Don called the panther's nickname, hoping to hide the truth.
"Boy, your father lost a bet." Spade walked towards the table, picking up the newspaper with both paws. "Can you read the headline for me, sweetheart?" Spade carried the paper over to Dent, holding in front of him so that he could read the words.
"Um... Gators defeat Bama..." Dent read cautiously, not knowing what to expect.
"Yes, exactly. You watched that game with daddy, didn't you?" Spade threw the paper over to the table after speaking. "Oh, I'm sure you did, you play football, so you must have!"
"Spade!" Don yelled out, his voice rumbling with shame.
"I'm afraid your father placed a bet on Bama." Spade rubbed on Dent's head. "And he has not paid me the money I am due. You know about gambling, boy, and the rules that go along with it."
"Spade, I will get you your money, I swear!" Don's voice was pleading, begging the cat for their release.
Spade kept his paw on the top of Dent's head as he looked back at the forlorn father. A crooked smile broke across his maw. If there was one thing Spade considered himself to be, it was a shrewd business feline. He was not without his share of mercy cases, however. As he let his paw rest on the young athlete's flat head he found himself trying to think of a more merciful way to settle things.
"Don, you idiot, if you had answered your phone you would have heard what I was willing to do..." Spade then began to walk towards the older bulldog, his paws moving into his pockets. "But, you stubborn dog, you never did. So, now, I feel a need to vent the frustration of being ignored."
"Just let my son go, this doesn't involve him." Don looked into the cat's green eyes, not once blinking.
"I'm sad to say that it does involve your son. Now, what is your punishment?" Spade removed his paws from his pockets as he knelt down, his paws wrapping around one of Don's large paws. "I could easily break each of your fingers, but then that would only impede you from getting into your wallet. No, that leaves me to find another solution." Spade then got up and walked behind Don, placing his paws on the dog's broad shoulders. "Your son, Don."
"Don't touch him!" Don shook under Spade's touch.
"Oh, I won't be touching him." Spade dug his nails into Don's flesh, not breaking the skin, but not doing it comfortably. "Now, I will give you more time to pay me my money, but for now you will have to pay me back somehow."
"I have some money! It's in my locker at school, though... but I have some! Just, don't hurt him!" Dent yelled out to distract the panther. He knew he probably didn't have enough, but he figured it would be better than nothing.
"Oh, that is so sweet. No, child, you will not have to give me your money, it is not your debt to pay. But, if you are so willing to help, there is something you can do for me." Spade smiled again, and his grip on Don's shoulders loosened.
"Anything! Just, please, don't hurt my dad." Dent nodded feverishly. His mind was flooded with possibilities of what he'd actually have to do, but he would do it.
"Tell me, Don, how old is your son?" Spade got down to ear level as he whispered into Don's ear.
"Why does it matter?" Don's voice was still loud as he did not want to answer, but as he felt the panther's nails dig back into his shoulders he regretted his answer. "He's just turned eighteen."
"Ah, that's just dandy. Was curious is all. Now..." Spade nodded to both of the tiger thugs, stepping back as each walked towards the dogs. "Release the boy, and then put Don here on his back on against the table."
The tigers did as they were asked. The one untied Dent cautiously, looking out for the young dog to try and attack. Dent only rubbed his wrists and didn't get up, knowing he was no match. Then both tigers untied Don and walked him over to the table, forcing him to lay on his back. Each held on to one of Don's arm, keeping him firmly against the tabletop.
"Now, boy, you can get up, but don't try anything! For every thing you do wrong, I will have them hurt something on your father!" Spade pointed a finger at the young football player, knowing that he would not act up.
"I promise." Dent was faithful, knowing he would do anything as long as his dad didn't get injured.
"Good, now go get me your dad's belt." Spade crossed his arms, enjoying his position.
Dent did as he was told. He quickly made his way to his father, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops of his pants. Don raised his hips to try and help, but the thugs kept him close to still. Dent took the belt over to the panther, wondering what he would do with it, but knowing it probably wouldn't be good.
"Good boy. Now, your dad's jeans, search them for his wallet." Spade placed the belt over his shoulder, smiling as he watched the boy return to his father.
Dent was slightly hesitant to place his paws on his father's body, but he forced himself. His paws patted at his pockets, feeling for the wallet. Dent felt the wallet inside of his dad's side pocket, and was about to try and pull it out until he felt Spade come up next to him.
"Found it?" Spade asked, already knowing the answer. "Don't bother with that, just take his pants off, makes it much easier."
"Spade, please!" Don begged again, feeling a hot blush come to his face with every demand the cat gave.
"No, it's alright, dad." Dent reassured his dad as his fingers unbuttoned his jeans. He swiftly pulled down the zipper and removed his father's pants before fishing out the wallet from the now loose jeans. "Here, sir."
"Sir, I like that." Spade took the wallet, opening it in search of any cash the dog might have had. "Nothing but a mere dollar. I'd say check his shoes, but that is pointless." Spade dropped the wallet on the floor as he thought of his next move. "This dollar doesn't buy much. Time for the next step." Spade grabbed the belt from his shoulder, placing it in both paws before slapping it together with a fast crack. "Remove his briefs, boy."
"Spade, please be reasonable!" Don's voice was hurried, trying to stop things from getting too insane.
"I think I am being reasonable! Be lucky I don't have my men find your wife and kill her along with you son!" Spade spoke bitterly. "Now, take them off!"
Dent mouthed a silent apology to his father as he fingers wrapped around the elastic waistband. With an easy pull they were removed, bringing in to plain sight Don's goods. Dent averted his eyes, not wanting to look at his father's shame, as he let the underwear fall to the floor. Dent looked at Spade, awaiting his next request. He had a bad feeling he was going to use the belt, he was just hoping he was wrong.
"Come here, boy." Spade motioned a paw for Dent to come in for a whisper. "Fuck him."
"W..What?!" Dent could hardly comprehend what was being said for him to do.
"Fuck him, in the ass. Make love to your father." Spade whispered to the shocked youth. He had to stifle a laugh. He had a feeling the boy would react like this, it would have been strange if he didn't. "Or I can do something worse?"
"I... can't..." Dent was nearly speechless. How could this be asked of him? It was a thought that made him nearly sick. Spade might not have wanted to kill him physically, but he was not pulling anything in regards to mentally.
"Then I will just have to do something more extreme." Spade snapped his fingers, one of the tigers then beginning to contort Don's arm to the point of breaking.
"Stop, fine!" Dent yelled, the screams of his father in agony being enough to change his mind.
Don was breathing heavily as the pain from his arm began to subside. He was unsure as to what was asked of his son, but he figured it to have been something harsh. He watched as his son placed his paws on his knees, then as he pushed his legs apart. He had an idea now. Was Spade going to whip the belt over his balls? The very thought caused a swift stab of fear to go through his body. He let Dent spread his legs, though, knowing he had to.
It was something that he never could have imagined possible when he saw his son pull down his football pants. What exactly was going to happen? His eyes watched as Dent removed his jockstrap and cupped his balls. There was no way he was going to do what he thought! Slowly, almost painfully, Don watched as a tip appeared out of his son's sheath. This was going to happen? Don felt his stomach clench, feeling like he was going to vomit, as he watched his son's large cock fill and pulse out of his sheath.
His son was well-endowed, much like he was, and he would have been somewhat proud of bestowing this on to his child, but now he was starting to regret it. He watched his his son rubbed his large paw over his hard prick. This just couldn't happen!
"Spade, you sick fuck! How could you force this?" Don's voice was raspy with disgust.
"Do it, boy." Spade said, his paw turning into a fist that rested under his chin. "This should be interesting."
Dent mouthed another mournful apology to his father before licking his fingers. The young canine inched forward into his father's space, suckling his fingers so they could get good and wet. He was slow as he circled his dripping fingers around his father's clenching hole. He watched as his father tilted his head backward, his eyes shut tight as he tried to ignore what was happening. Dent bit his bottom lip as he stuck a finger into his father's virgin tail. He could hear him groan as the digit entered deep into his bowels. The finger did not linger, but stayed in only long enough to make the passage slick.
Dent spat on his cock-head as he pulled his finger out of his father. Using his paw he lined up his thick dick with his father's entrance, and trying to not give himself time to feel remorse, let the entirety of his meat slam into the shy orifice. He moaned in disbelief, and his father grunted in pain, as the large cock forced its way through his ass. Dent was hesitant to begin his thrusts, but he knew the sooner he started, the sooner it would be over for them both.
Don tried to shuffle his body, but the thugs held him tight. His ass screamed white fire. Being the straight male that he was, his ass had never been used in this way, and for the first time his son's cock was more than too large. He held on to his screams, but let out grunts of displeasure as Dent began his humping. "Don't, fuck... don't go easy, Dent. Just let go!" Don told his son, trying to aid in the awkwardness of the situation.
Dent listened to his father and quickened his pace, letting his cock glide in and out of his his ass with a higher tempo. He could feel his balls slap against his father's ass each time he hilted him. If he wasn't so upset, he would have been sure that this was actually feeling rather good. His balls were still heavy from not getting to pin Melissa, and even though he was fucking his dad, he still couldn't get rid of the want to cum. Dent bit on to his bottom lip as he ravaged his father's hole, his knot already starting to fill up inside of his sheath.
Don was caught breathless as he felt his son listen to his advice. It was a sudden burst that he wasn't expecting, but he knew his son was just trying to get it over with. Now it was time for him to take his on advice again. He needed to let go, too. He was ashamed of this, but as he felt his son's hungry cock rampaging inside of his body, he was able to feel his own blood boil. He tried to control himself, but as he felt his son take him deep, he could feel his own cock start to stiffen. From first stab, his cock had already begun leaking, but now it was beginning to grow on top of that. He was sick with himself, but it turned out that it was feeling good in some way.
Dent noticed his father's inching erection. It slipped slowly, begrudgingly, out of his sheath, the tip dripping heavily. Something inside of his mind told him to wrap a paw around the growing cock, but he couldn't bring himself to. This was his father, having his dick inside of him was more than enough without his paw whacking him off as well. Then again, he was sure the added sensations of the touch to his cock would make the slamming as his rear more bearable. No, he couldn't. Dent shook the thought out of his mind as he placed his paws behind his father's knees, lifting his legs up to give him easier access. He needed to ignore the fact that he was screwing his dad, and just focus on something else, like trying to get himself to cum.
"Look at this!" Spade's voice came suddenly to the two dogs, causing both of them to jump slightly. "Don's cock is getting hard! Oh, and it's dripping, too? It seems like you are enjoying this more than you first thought you would!"
"Go to hell, Spade! Uh..." Don's voice was thicker now, a new flavor now adding to his wrath.
"Boy..." Spade directed his words to Dent as he continued to eye the leaking member of his victim. "Touch your daddy's dick."
"Oh... God..." Don wrestled with little expectation to escape from the thugs.
Dent went on with his heated thrusts as he positioned one of his father's legs on to his shoulder. His paw shivered softly as he edged his way closer to the wet organ. Dent stuck out a timid finger, touching his father's tip with a slight tap before backing away, a line of pre stuck between them. He dug his fingers into the palm of his paw, grinding his father's juice deep into his fur and skin. Slowly he stuck his finger back out again, moving it to his father's tip and dipping it into the sticky substance. He began to rub the pre down his father's shaft, and then all over the rest of his prick so as to lube him up.
Dent wrapped his large paw around his father's girth, using the newly made slickness to his advantage. He listened to his father moan as he worked his cock, his firm grip teasing groans of unwanted pleasure out of the older male. Dent's thrusting slowed as he put most of his efforts on to trying to get his father to cum. He watched his paw move up and down over his dick. As he got more comfortable, Dent would rub the end of his thumb against his father's tip for added effect. Each time he did his father would squint harder, his toes curling slightly. If he kept at it, he was sure that he would be getting his father to spill his liquid appreciation out in streams.
Don slipped into desire as he felt his son's strangely experienced paw on his maleness. The air was growing hot, and he was sure that he looked like a mess. He kept his eyes closed through the majority of the sensual torture, but as he found them opening to look down at his working son, he found his cock flaring. He was proud of him is some way. He had raised someone that was obviously a capable lover, and while Don would never permit him to do gay shit like that which he was currently doing, he felt like his son would make some girl a great lover. Don sighed with hidden lust as he watched his son's face contort with pleasure. He knew that face, he would be cumming soon.
"Dent, just let it go, I understand..." Don's voice was soft despite his heat. He wanted his son to cum in him. He wanted to feel it.
"Sorry, dad. Fuck... sorry..." Dent hurried his paw's strokes as he started pummeling his father's warm entrance.
Dent let his father's other leg fall as he moved his free paw up under his shirt. Don was somewhat surprised to feel his son's hot paw crawl over his stomach and chest, but as soon as he felt his boy pinch hard at his nipple, he could only curse pleasantries. "Fuck, Dent!" Don circled his hips as his son filled his body with sinful delight. Don's paws clutched tightly to both of the thugs, bringing a small chuckled from one. "Oh, Dent, shit.... Uhh... heeere it comes!" Don's voice cracked as he felt his seed come gushing out from his cock, slathering his son's paw with a thick coat. He could feel his son twist his nipple hard, the pleasure from the pain aiding in the hard shooting of his spunk.
Dent was breathless as he felt his knot slip out from his sheath. His father had come, now there was only one thing left for him to do. As he father was falling from his high, Dent shoved his huge knot into his ass. He heard his father swear with pain at the stretching of his muscles, but it didn't take long for him to adjust. Dent grunted with each thrust, his climax ebbing ever-closer. His paws moved to his father's hips, his fingers digging into his flesh as he held him still while he fucked him. A cold-sweat broke out across his body. His short fur stood up as he felt warmth replace the cold.
"Dad, I'm..." Dent's voice was desperate as he felt his cum bubbling inside of his balls, threatening to burst out.
"Do it, Dent, I want you to," Don said, practically pleading for his son's seed.
"Shit, dude!" Dent shoved himself as deep as he could.
Spade watched with much interest as father and son suddenly became more. He had witnessed something more than just a way for them to buy more time. He watched as a father's embarrassment was slowly replaced with hunger, and as a son's duty to his father brought him to do anything he had to. A fitting punishment, Spade was sure. After the glow of their orgasms, they would realize nothing would be the same. Their bond would be forever tainted. This was more fitting than death. Spade could have laughed aloud as he watched the young dog shudder while emptying his load into his begging father. Spade would remember this punishment for his other clients.
Dent caught his breath as he slowly let his knot pop out of his father's ass, a long trail of his seed following close behind. As soon as he heard his thick cum smack against the hard floor, Dent was overrun with guilt. He let his paws fall from his father as he backed away slowly. What now? Dent fetched his clothes and put them back on as quickly as he could, hiding the evidence of what he had just done.
Don's realization was no less traumatic than that of his son's. What had just happened? Why had he been so hot at the end of it all? He was not gay, he could never be convinced of that, but what if there was something else he couldn't understand? As he felt his son's warm seed slip out of his body, he couldn't help but shake his head softly. He was such a dumbass.
"Guys, that was quite the impressive show!" Spade's voice was ecstatic. "Now, Don, if you don't give me my money, I will make things... much more 'awkward' for you. You have three days, and then I won't be as nice as I was today." Spade motioned for the thugs to release the father. "You two have fun with life, I can't imagine how uncomfortable Christmas will be!" Spade pretended to shiver as he led his thugs out of the room.
Don stayed motionless on the table for a minute after Spade left. They would get through this, but he just didn't know how. With a grunt, Don lifted himself up off of the table. It took him a few seconds to get dressed, and after he simply started to lead his son out of wherever they were. As they found their location, an abandoned factory not seven miles from the house, they began to walk home. The entire trip was spent in silence. Don could feel his emotions swelling inside of himself, but like the male that he was, he refused to let them show. As they neared little more than a block from the house, Don stopped walking. Dent stopped soon after, looking at his father's back with confusion.
"Dent, don't tell your mother about any of this, you know her, she would be a mess," Don looked behind himself to his son. "We got in a wreck and had to walk home, which are both true. We are not lying, we are just leaving some things out. Got it?"
"Yeah, dad, I got it." Dent nodded in agreement. He had not intended to inform his mother of what had happened, anyway. Only they needed to live with the knowledge of what had been done.
Yeah, so that finally gets rid of the burden on my mind. I might continue it, but it depends on the responses I get to this, I love comments. I might just leave it at this, too, though. I dunno really. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and I hope it gave some of you boners!