Happy Pride Month, everyone! <3

I'm very excited to start doing more stuff with my Shepherd family here soon.

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"N-no! Oh, fuck!"

Ethan knew it was over once Dad got ahold of his legs. They'd wrestled like this since he was a kid and try as he did to avoid his father's infamous leg hold, the old man was just too fast. In one fell swoop, the college student was flipped upside down, the nervous energy of being tickled making his boxers tight. Ethan blamed his underperformance on circumstance; just a few minutes ago he'd been holed up in his room, midway through a round of Overwatch, when he'd picked up on a pair of approaching footsteps far too late and was tugged away from his game and into their rowdy father/son tradition.

"It's like you're not even trying."

Dad's face screwed up in a wicked smile as his free hand found the edge of Ethan's t-shirt and snaked across his exposed belly. He knew how to find his son's most ticklish spots with an almost surgical precision. Ethan's arms snapped to the invading hand, trying desperately to pry them away from his stomach as his body writhed in pleasure. He knew there was no point in fighting, it was mostly instinct and his own coy way of egging his father on. If he put up just enough of a fight, Dad would keep going, sometimes pushing the limits of just how far his son would allow him to go. The rigid erection pressing against his back let Ethan know this was one of those times. Dad's forearm kept brushing against his own erection and despite himself he moaned amongst his nervous laughter as his father teased that sensitive part of him too.

"D-Dad, no!"

He had to pee. A surge of impulse shot through him as the merciless stimulation kept building, and Ethan had to flex his pelvic muscles as hard as he could to keep from pissing himself.

Dad briefly paused, his muscles taut, his expression playful, his hand kept poised to strike. He cocked an eyebrow.

"I-I'm..." Ethan spluttered, wriggling and giggling in anticipation as his father tracked his movement with his tickling hand, "I'm gonna pee!" Dad had always allowed him to go pee, and Ethan started to wriggle away, expecting the man to unhand him and allow him the walk of shame to the bathroom.

Dad's eyes furrowed and Ethan felt his father's erection grind into the back of his boxers. "I don't hear a safe word~," he teased.

"W-what?!"

The tickling resumed in a flash, and Ethan's hands flew to his face as his back arched and he felt the muscles in his cock stutter, his arousal and impulse leading him to a new height as he felt himself fully lose control.