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JIMMY'S BLOODHUNTERS: BALLPOINT CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 CONTENT ADVISORY The material contained within this story is not suitable for children and some adults. Reader's discretion is advised. This story contains aggressive and violent language; graphic descriptions of violence, horror and gore; graphic descriptions of sexuality and sexual situations. If you are uncomfortable with what you are reading, please hit the back button now. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. |
CHAPTER 2 Jimmy loved playing in the park, and it was always a special treat when Brad would take him. He loved all the play areas, and it was one of the few precious memories he would have with his father in them. Sitting on the swing with Brad's hands lightly pushing him. Feeling those fingers gently press against his lower back, caressing him. At first, Jimmy would try to escape these little touches, but with time Brad taught him to accept this love from him. The slide was the most fun, it was something that the young boy and his dad enjoyed the most. This was an activity that was exclusively theirs. No other children would dare come near the slide, if they tried, Brad would scare them away using hilarious threats of violence and graphic torment. Brad would hold Jimmy between his legs, the boys arse rubbing against his hard excitement. Then he would wrap his strong arms around the boy's small frame, placing one of those large dirty hands atop the small boys crotch. His thumb would occasionally, incestuously into the affected groin of his son. Once they were all fastened into one another, they would glide down the burning steel. Then it would start all over again until Brad felt satiated. Something changed however, when Brad began taking Terra with them to the park. The time he spent with his son dwindled to almost nothing. Jimmy was left to amuse himself, and try to play with other children. Daddy didn't love her the same, he held her differently, and used words that Jimmy never heard him express before. "Ilove you." "You are so precious to me." |
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