-But first...

“First, no shirts, no shoes, no belts.” Jason’s dad says, “You can keep the pants if you want.” Jason nods, and the two of them strip to nothing but their pants and underwear. The father and son clear the living room out a bit, giving them a nice, wide open area to have their match in.

“Are you sure you want to do this, my son?” He asks Jason, who just nods. With that, the two of them lock arms, and begin to tussle. Jason’s dad steps in between his sons legs, and grapevines behind his knee, driving his son to the ground, landing on top of him. Their fingers are locked together, Jason being held down on his shoulders. His dad looks him in the eye, as he brings his knee up and presses it down onto Jason’s groin, pinning his balls and dick down against his pelvis.

Jason gasps out loud, and manages to say “your knee- your knee” his dad doesn’t comment on it, “So do you give up already?” And leans more weight on his knee.