Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2010 20:41:43 +0100
From: Wesley Crusher <wesley.crusher@gmail.com>
Subject: 5th. Installment to 'Making the Grade'

This story depicts sexual acts between 14 and 16 year old teenagers and men.
This story is entirely fictional.
The characters do not exist and the events described never happened.
If such material offends you, cease reading this document.

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Making the Grade (Part 5) - by Wesley

(wesley.crusher@gmail.com)

[this continuing story assumes that parts 1,2,3 and 4 have been read]

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Chapter 5


The dusty road was empty apart from a police car that was pulled over to
one side.  A fat officer with piggy eyes and a piggy waistline was out of
the car, talking to a young strapping lad who was handcuffed behind his
back as he stood with his back against the sheriffs car.  Any casual
observer would have missed the hunger with which the officers eyes raked
over the boys broad, smooth well developed chest that was perspiring
slightly in the late afternoon sun.  The observer would have missed the
slow appraisal of the 16 year olds lean abs that clearly revealed the
ripples of a 6 pack as he breathed nervously in and out.  The casual
observer would also have missed the way the officer kept licking his lips
as tried to stop looking down to feast his eyes upon the lads very healthy
male bulge that spread down one leg....

A worried frown creased Matts young forehead. He was trembling slightly
with fear and the fact that he was summarily handcuffed. This sort of thing
had never happened to him before.

"How old are you son?", asked Lomand.

"16 Sir...."

"Perfect", breathed Lomand.  He licked his right thumb and slowly tilted
the boys chin upward to look at him while wiping the thumb slowly across
the lads full lips...

"Now boy, I have reason to believe you're a terrorist as it looks to me you
may be carrying a weapon", started Lomand.

Matt stared in disbelief.

"But S...Sir, I'm not a t...terrorist.  I'm not carrying any weapons at
all".

"Doesn't look like it from where I'm standing boy", sneered Lomand as his
eyes flashed down to gaze between the school boys sturdy legs.

Lomand laughed into the lads confused face.

A car passed by, the horn tooting.  One of the nearby townsfolk waved at
Lomand who nodded recognition.  "Hi Stan....".

He waited till the car had disappeared over the brow of the distant rise
before turning back to the teenager.

"Anyway, that's for me to decide", grunted Lomand as casually lay the tip
of his nightstick between the lads defined pecs and slowly traced a line
with it to Matts jeans line.

Matt felt vaguely uncomfortable at the way the officer was staring at his
chest and torso and he wished he had kept his t-shirt on.  He thought
irrationally that perhaps it was somehow against the law to be topless...

"So what have you been doing today son?"

Matt saw a chance to look good in the officers eyes.

"I've been to Church sir", he said a little proudly and then added with
inspiration, "and I've even been speaking to the priest, Father Bryce.  Do
you know him?"

The lad hoped it would prove that he was a good boy and was certainly no
terrorist.

Lomand felt his cock jerk when he heard Bryce's name.  Oh yes, he knew old
Bryce very well.  In fact, he would pull the old priests fat out of the
fire whenever there was a complaint of molestation from some of the
villagers.  He would always find a way of convincing the good people of the
town that any such allegations were clearly untrue and were outrageous
attempts at spoiling the honorable mans good name.  In turn, he would often
enjoy afternoon tea at Father Bryces office and for entertainment, Bryce
would summon one of the orphan choir boys he kept under his wing to stand
in front of them and sing. Bryce would sit back and smile benificiently
whilst Lomand enjoyed the purity of the lads voice and watch as the officer
would slide his hands under the choir boy's vestments and up the quivering
lads legs and use his fat strong fingers to help the kid reach the real
high notes.....

Lomand looked the boy up and down and was jealous of what Father Bryce must
have recently enjoyed.

"Really son?  I imagine Father Bryce must be very pleased with you....."

The man continued to rake his eyes over Matts perspiring body, enjoying the
spectacle of the well built teen.

In the long awkward silence, Lomand took his time lifting his nightstick to
rub against each nipple in turn, watching them stiffen involuntarily to the
stimulus.

"Unngh...p..please..Sir...I'm innocent...ungh...".  Matt moaned with fear
and yet a strange pleasure as the officer continued to gently pummel and
work his nipples with the heavy thick stick.

"You work out boy?", asked Lomand as he pressed his left palm against the
kids tight stomach, pushing Matt against the car.  The man started to
slowly rub his palm over the boys warm moist torso, his fingers lovingly
fingering every ripple of its muscular surface.

"Y...yes Sir....I train every day with my Dad......" said Matt, his mind
unsure where the conversaton was going.  All he knew was that he mustn't
lie to the police.

"Your Father certainly has the eye....", mused Lomand, his mind working
whilst he continued to slide his palm up and over the lads warm perspiring
chest.

".....as you've got a fine body there boy..."

"Unnngh...T...thank you S...Sir....", stuttered Matt, taking care not to
say anything that might make the officer angry.  His body squirmed slightly
as his nipples kept firing back darts of pleasure under the constant
rubbing of the officers nightstick.

"Oh yes...a damn fine body indeed", said Lomand who then starting rolling
the boys left nipple between his left thumb and forefinger while moving his
nightstick down and between the boys legs.

"Yes indeedy", murmured Lomand as he started to slide the stick slowly
between Matts legs, angling it so it would rub along the length of the boys
bulge.

Matt's mind was in confusion. In one way, he felt proud that the officer
had complimented him on his fitness. He knew his Dad would be proud that
another man recognised the hard work and effort he had put into his weight
training.  He wanted nothing more than for his Dad to be proud of him.  At
the same time, he couldn't understand why the man thought he was a
terrorist.  What had he done to give that impression? Obviously it must
have been something.

The boy shivered and moaned slightly under the mans manipulations....

"Bet all the boys and girls like you don't they pretty boy...?", breathed
Lomand, his right hand continuously working the stick back and forth whilst
squeezing and plucking at the kids erect nipples with his left.

Matt couldn't help wincing and moaning as darts of pain flashed out from
his chest as Lomand increasingly applied more strength.

"Aaargh....Ungh....please....no..Sir...."

Although his chest hurt him, Matt felt a warm wave of pleasure coming from
his groin as the wooden stick rubbed his cock repeatedly and without
realising, he start to push his hips forward to the rythym of the
nightstick.

"N..no...p..please S..Sir...aaarggh..unnngh..." gurgled the lad as the
thick stick continued to pleasure him.

Although Matt had been forced to totally empty his balls back in Father
Bryces private office, his young hormone filled teen body was rapidly
responding again and to his horror he realised that his cock was
lengthening and fattening and his heavy balls start to roil and churn with
their creamy contents in response to the officers actions.

Lomands eyes widened.

"Holy shit boy, if that isn't a pistol you've got, you fucking need a
jockstrap....  I ought to pull you in under the obscenity laws".

Matt realised with shock that he must have left his jock back in the church
with Father Bryce.

"P..please S..Sir, don't arrest me.  I always wear a jock.
Um....I...er... g..guess I just kinda forgot today...".  He finished
lamely.  How could he explain to the Officer that he wore a jockstrap going
into church and left church without it?

Lomand relished the worried good looking face and felt the vicious stab of
lust jerk about deep in his balls.  He wanted to kiss that perfect young
mouth, shove his fat tongue down the kids young fresh throat and then force
feed it with fat drooling cop cock.  He wanted to shove all his fingers
deep into the lads anus and make him scream again and again with the
pain. But he knew he had to be be careful as he had been seen by the
passing motorist, dammit.....

The Officer dropped the nightstick and started to feel up and down the
length of the kids bulge with his strong pudgy fingers.

"Unnghhh....no...aaahhh", panted the youngster under the ministrations of
the leering man.

"Feels like some fucking tool you got there boy", grunted Lomand as he
continued to work the boys private organ with his hard insistent fingers
through the thin tight denim material.

"Please...noooo....don't Sir...no...unngggh...." gurgled Matt, as sweet
agonising waves of pleasure shot out from his throbbing member.

Matt was panting and sweating, partly out of fear but also due to the
sexual need that was starting to rise within him.  He could't help closing
his eyes in ecstasy at the waves of pleasure that was caused by the mans
probing rubbing fingers and the coarseness of the thin denim material
against his sensitive cockhead.  The man used his other hand to start
squeezing the bulge made by the lads full loaded balls

"Feels like you like a mans hand on your cock and balls boy....", hissed
Lomand as he worked the lads equipment.

The school boy was moaning and trembling against the car, his eyes closed
in denial and his mind in shock.  He tried to deny the undeniable pleasure
that the Officer was giving him.

Even his nipples hurt beautifully.

"Oh yes Boy, you like it don't you?", moaned the man as he saw a damp patch
start to develop near the end of the boys bulge.

The man started to rub and squeeze the Matts cockhead through the denim
with a strong fat thumb and forefinger seeing if he could make the lad
shoot.

Matt moaned his physical and emotional conflict.  He desperately tried not
to give in to the bubbling orgasm that was sweetly trembling behind his
pulsing balls because he was sure it was wrong to give in to another male's
touch. Similarly, his mind told him this couldn't be happening because he
had received God's grace and absolution and that he must be normal.

In an attempt to not betray his burgeoning sexual feelings, he tried to
pushed the man away feebly away with his body.

Lomand sneered. He saw the opportunity.

"I'm taking you in for resisting arrest boy.  There, we can do a proper
search to see what you're carrying.", Lomand snarled.

Matt was in shock.  His mind was numb.  He had never been in trouble with
the Police before.  Also, he couldn't understand why he was enjoying the
officer feeling him up. He thought that he was no longer tainted.  Above
all, he dreaded his father finding out that he had been arrested by the
police.

As he travelled back to the station in the car, his general misery was
compounded by Lomand who occasionally reached over with one hand to fondle
the helpless boys chest or pinch a nipple. More often than not, he would
grope between the kids legs, manipulating Matt's most private of areas,
keeping the moaning lad simmering in reluctant lust.  Lomand kept licking
his lips, anticipating what was to follow......

******************************* Jack Sawyer was doing very well at filling
up that glass with the steady stream of thick creamy balljuice as he
wallowed in his perverted images and plans for his son.

He was in a strange place; half his mind was that of a caring and devoted
father- keen on ensuring his son excelled at everything he did.  Hence his
determination that Matt do well at English as well as his sports. The other
half of his mind was that of a pervert who saw his son as the flesh of his
flesh and to be enjoyed as he saw fit.  The two aspects of his personality
lived uneasily side by side; each side having temporary dominance depending
on circumstance.  His beautiful wife who had tragically passed away a few
years ago had left an aching void in his life though by Gods good grace, he
was able to see the beauty of his wife in his son every morning and
evening.  In many ways- it was now perfect.  He was able to keep something
of his wife near him whilst, as a boy, Matt was able to support his
obsession for working out.

Yes- Matt served several purposes.....

He was wallowing in a scene where a big man was behind Matt, pinning his
arms behind him with a knee in his back to immobilise him whilst another
man was kneeling in front of the boy, ripping away at the boys flies
causing trouser buttons to fly everywhere and then working his strong big
fingers into the ripped opening in search of young thick cock and full teen
balls.  The boy was squirming, moaning and screaming to be let go of but to
no avail......

The phone rang.

"Mr. Sawyer?  Officer Lomand here, I'm sorry to say your boy Matt has been
arrested."

*******************************

The small village jailhouse only had 2 holding cells; one was already
occupied by the regular local drunk hobo, his old unshaven face lolling in
fitful sleep as he slumped on the only bench in the cell.  The sounds and
smells arising from the tramp clearly spoke of a man that had shunned the
world that had shunned him.

Lomand pushed Matt roughly into the adjoining cell.

"I'll keep your t-shirt for the time being boy; don't want you trying to
hang yourself", grunted Lomand whose real reason was simply to admire the
boys broad defined chest and tight stomach.

He indicated the intervening bars that separated Matts cell from the other
cell with a jerk of his head.

"Hands up and apart; grip the bars; legs apart".

Matt was horrified as Lomand handcuffed each wrist and ankle to the bars
virtually immobilising him facing the tramp's cell through the intervening
bars.

"Please Officer, there's no need....".  The lad was almost babbling with
anxiety.

"Whilst you're a terror suspect boy, it's standard procedure"

Lomand turned to his deputy, a lanky man of about 40 who eyed Matt
speculatively.

"Ennis, keep an eye on the kid whilst I tend to something...."

The man nodded absently whilst eyeing up the lad.

Whilst Ennis was not attracted to his own sex, he was well aware of Lomands
perverted preferences and was happy to accommodate them. After all, it kept
him in a job and concern was it of his provided Lomand was happy with his
performance.

He had to admit, however, that the miserable looking lad handcuffed to the
bars was, indeed, a very good looking boy.  He knew that the kid must work
out regularly as the boys body had the look of a gymnast.  Looking between
the kids legs and at the boys face, he had to concede that the lad had
definitely received God's blessing in every single department....

Ennis knew why Lomand had picked the kid up and knowing what the tramp was
regularly picked up for caused a wry smile to break on his lips....

Yes, he thought, why not have a little sport.  He dragged his nightstick
against the cell bars of the tramp, creating a racket.

"Wake up you bum!  Look what we've got for you", shouted Ennis.

Matt looked at the unshaven drunk with disgust as the waves of alcohol and
body odor washed up toward him.

The bundle of rags moved and grunted and red rimmed, alcohol soused eyes
blinked open.

"Wha...what? For fucks sake stop that fucking noise!"

Ennis sneered.  "Your lucky day today buddy.  You get hauled in for
interfering with kids in the park and now you have one all to yourself...."

Matt looked on, horrified at Ennis's words, and dread filled him as he
detected a lustful gleam enter the tramps sore bulging eyes and a rictus
smile showed black decaying teeth poking out from a rough wild beard.

The bum looked over the shackled boy and what he saw caused him to grunt
with rapidly rising lust.

Matts broad shoulders and muscular arms strained as the 16 year old
futilely tried to pull away from the bars, his emerging 6 pack showing
gorgeously under the smooth tanned skin.

The lad appealed to Ennis desperately.

"Please sir, no, don't let him near me..."

The bent over hobo started to grunt his appreciation as he drew closer to
the boy.

Matt watched in dread as the tramps bleary red rimmed eyes raked hungrily
over his torso and then rested on his ample lunchbox.

"Well, you're a looker aren't you son?  Mmmmm. Nice big nipples for me to
chew on and to pull...yes..... Gonna stroke you boy, fondle your juicy
parts, your big thick boy cock, your full loaded balls...make you cream for
me..."

The tramp slowly shuffled toward the young helpless lad....

Ennis grinned and leaned against the wall and waited for the entertainment
to begin.

The drunk reached out filthy claws towards the boys firm brown nipples....

"Noooooooooooooooooooooo......"

******************************************************

Jack Sawyer rushed up to the desk, a mix of anger and anxiety on his face.

"I'm Jack, Matt Sawyers Father,- what's happened, why have you arrested my
boy?"

Jack was a head and shoulders above the fat heavy detective but Lomand
wasn't intimidated.

Lomand appraised the large man and noted his beefy well built frame and
understood instantly where the boy got his influence from.

The officer noted the possessive claim the big man made on the kid and how
the man was clearly making the boy in his image. Well, as far as the body
was concerned anyway, Lomand amended. He couldn't imagine where the boy had
got his arresting male beauty from....

"He's been arrested on terrorism charges Mr. Sawyer; it appeared he was
carrying a weapon on him.  We first need to question him......"

Jack exploded.

"That's ridiculous- Terrorism!?  My boy has never held a weapon in his
life.  I demand he be released immediately"

Jack glared at Lomand, his face angry, disbelieving and impatient.

".....and then I will have to carry out a strip search of him to ensure
he's not concealing any weapon.  Of course, as he's a minor and as the
parent, you have the right to observe so there is no treatment that you
feel unwarranted, though I have to advise you that as it is a terrorism
charge, the search may need to be intrusive", Lomand continued as if Jack
hadn't said anything.

Lomand watched Jack very closely and observed the big man slowly take in
what had just been said.

"A strip search...?  I can watch...?

Lomand nodded, trying not to smile.

"That's correct sir. You won't be allowed in the same room of course but
you will be able to observe everything through a 2-way mirror as part of
our detainee protection code."

"And my boy won't know I'm there?", asking Jack, his mind starting to race
and his pulse quicken. He started to feel a tightness in his jeans.

Lomand smiled.

"That's right Mr. Sawyer, he'll have no idea that you were ever here at all
if that's what you wish."

"Er, yes Officer Lomand....um, can I call you Bill?  That's exactly what I
want", asked Jack noting the Officer's name badge.

"Of course.  Happy to oblige."

Lomand watched Jack lick his lips expectantly and decided to test his
suspicion.

He lowered his voice conspiratorially.

"Actually, it's rather silly really.  I picked up your boy as I thought I
saw the outline of a weapon in his jeans but of course, I realise now that
it wasn't a weapon at all.....  Anyway that I've started the process, it's
awkward for me to stop it.  But as I said, as guardian of the lad, you are
at liberty to protest against the search and I won't cause any
obstacle...."

Lomand waited, trying to put on a helpful look on his face.

Jack kept his face neutral. "I think it's good that my boy learns from this
experience.  It will teach him not to play with weapons in the future...."

Lomand continued to watch Jack carefully.  "Well, I won't make it intrusive
then as it may cause the lad some of pain...."

Jack tried to be casual through his burgeoning excitement.  "Hey, that's
all right, he's a fit muscular boy, a bit of discomfort will do him good. I
want him to be a bit hard.  He's a boy, after all."

Lomand took a risk and reached down to casually rub his groin.  "Take it
from me, hardness is not a problem with your boy...".

Jack looked steadily back at Lomand and rubbed his own bulge meaningfully.
"Then you give him as much pain as you want Officer.  Oh, and by the way,
please call me Jack."

Both men smiled and shook hands.

**********************************************************

After Coach Peterson had received the news about Matt, he thought to go to
the police station to offer any support to Matt and Jack as he could.
Firstly though, he made his way to the locker room to shower and freshen up
after the most enjoyable wet dream he just had.

He had stripped off his top and sweats and was just about to remove his
jockstrap when he noticed Timmy who was sitting in the far corner, almost
out of sight.  The blond haired lad was still in his shorts staring into
space; his expression slightly melancholy.

Peterson felt a pang of concern.  Had his selfish perversion mentally
damaged the boy he wondered?  Would the boy lodge a complaint?

The man approached the lad.  As he approached, Timmy saw him and pulled
himself together and jumped to his feet, his hands behind him.

"Er...Hi Timmy.  I thought you'd have showered and been gone from here by
now."

The 14 year old looked a the big man, his eyes wide and slightly
distracted.

"Hi Coach.....I dunno. I guess I was just thinking about things...."

"Please Timmy, sit down"

Peterson glanced down and saw the stains down the kids legs where the
streams of cum were drying.  The boy had obviously not tried to wash or dry
himself up.  Despite himself, the man couldn't help feeling a tightness
develop in his jock pouch as he looked upon the cute boy sitting on the
locker bench in his small tight white shorts with a stained damp bulge at
the front.

"Look Timmy, if it's about the rope exercise earlier.....I mean, you've
nothing to be upset about or ashamed of...... "

A tiny spark of hope was borne in Timmys eyes.

"Really Coach. Do you really think so?  I thought you'd be mad cos
I.......you know....lost control......"

"Hey Timmy- don't even think about it.  It's natural for young lads to
cum. All boys need to orgasm.  Perhaps it was my fault for asking you to do
the exercise too long.  I know the exercise takes a lot of discipline..."

All this talk about cumming with the young school lad was starting to make
Petersons jock pouch even larger.  He noticed the lad was kept looking
uncertainly at his pouch which excited him even more.

"But I, you know, lost control too soon and without permission......"

Peterson was suddenly confused.  "er......you don't need my permission
son...."

Longing burned in Timmys eyes.

"I wish you were my Dad, my Dad punishes me if I cum before he gives me
permission..."

"Oh.......................I see....", said Peterson in a very small voice,
his mind reeling and his cock jerking and swelling further from this
revelation.

"Of course, you must obey your Father son.".  Peterson knew he had to
choose his words carefully.

The lad nodded.

"Er....how does he punish you?".

Timmy looked up at Peterson, unsure whether to say anything.  The fact that
Peterson looked liked the first person who cared, he crumbled.

"He hits my balls with the back of a metal spoon".

Peterson stifled a moan of lust as an image formed in his mind of the blond
kid screaming in pain while lying on his back holding his knees wide giving
full access to a man thwacking the boys big balls and young thick cock.  Of
course, Peterson realised, the boy would be beaten where nobody could see
the marks......

He felt sorry for the kid but like Jack Sawyer, he firmly believed that it
was the right of any man to do what the hell he liked to his boy.

Now that he knew the boy was used to being physically and sexually abused,
it made it easier to do what he wanted.

"Well son, in my book, the more a boy can cum, the better."

He kneeled down before the shy lad and parted the kids knees.  He reached
for the damp bulge.

10 minutes later, the locker room was filled with high pitched rapid
panting of a 14 year old boy...

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Matts abs rippled gorgeously under his smooth tight skin as he tried to
twist and turn and wrench away from the pinching clutching fingers of the
hobo. The cell room rang with the lads moans and groans as tramp assaulted
the young lads nipples.

"Nooooo.....aaaaaargggghhhh..........unnnnnghhhh....please-
don't....stop...aaaaargghhh"

Ennis leaned against the wall, smiling at the lads discomfort.

"Such lovely muscles...", crooned the tramp as he started to rub his palm
along the boys tight undulating abs.

The drunks eyes fell upon the bulge in Matts tight jeans and they widened.

With surprising strength, the old man fell to his knees, snaked a hand
through the bars and between the boys legs and up to grab the back of the
boys jeans and pull him fast against the bars.  With his left hand, the man
started to gently rub the bulge back and forward.

"Mmmm.  I think you have a lovely present for me don'tcha my boy?  And what
a lovely big package it is.  I wonder what's in it."

The man started to knead the bulge; working it with his hard grimy fingers.

"Mmm. Something definitely hard in there....."

"Unnnghhh...no...don't...", moaned Matt, trying to ignore the deliciously
pleasurable feelings coming from his groin.

The man put his nose close to Matts basket and inhaled long and noisily.

"I smell sweet meat.....thick and fresh....and...."

The old tramp looked up at the lad and licked his lips.

"and moist too...  I can smell your juices boy....."

The tramp reached up and unfastened the top button of the boys jeans with
his left hand then returned it to feeling up the boys private organ.

"What a lovely mouthful it will be...", moaned the man almost to himself.
".....I want your thick boy cream...."

Matt looked down in dread, shaking his head.

"Please mister...don't...."

Matt pleaded with Ennis.

"Please sir, stop him. It's not right. You can't let him do this to me...!

Ennis smiled and looked away.

The tramp unfastened the second button and then resumed his molestation.

The tramps manipulation of Matts cock caused it to swell and thicken
against the lads will and push further down his tight pants leg.

"Oh my, what a feast this will be...", grunted the hobo.

The tramp popped the third of the fly buttons revealing the thick strong
base of the schoolboys growing hard on and nestled just behind the lads
thick meaty stalk were large ample balls.

"Oh lordy...", moaned the man.

As the tramp wrestled with the fourth button Lomand walked in.

Ennis snapped to.

The fat policeman took in the situation in an instant.  Whilst he would
have loved to watch the show along with Ennis, he had his own plans for the
kid and they didn't include Ennis or the drunk..

"What the fuck....? Ennis, get the kid ready. Get his t-shirt back on. It's
time for his interview."

*************************************************************** Jack sat
alone in the observation room; a large wall sized window looked into the
interview room which only contained a table near to the window, two chairs
and recording equipment.

His heart was beating with excitement.  He'd never seen another man
touching his naked son before. So often had it fed his unnatural visions
and now he would realise it.

The interrogation room door opened and Matt entered followed by Lomand.

The room they had entered was hot and sticky and somewhere a fly buzzed
lazily.

They sat down facing each other across the table.

Matt was looking down in shame that he was in this position.

"You know now Matt, that you must tell me the whole truth and nothing but
the truth. Everything you say will be recorded and if it's found out that
you lied whilst under oath, you will be in very serious trouble."

The boy nodded meekly.

"What exactly were you doing in the Church with Father Bryce?"

Matt was in terrible conflict.  He wanted so desperately to hide the
terrible perverted pleasure that he felt when he was molested by his
teacher, Father Bryce and even Office Lomand himself.  He hated the
molestation in each case. He felt it was wrong. It was not asked for and in
each case he felt forced upon and he didn't particularly like the men
involved and yet he was at a loss to explain the wanton pleasure that
coursed through his loins other than the fact that he must be perverted and
a terrible disappointment in Gods eyes.  As for his Father, he would rather
die that be a disappointment to him.

"Please Sir, don't let my Dad know anything about this will you?", trembled
the boy, his eyes welling up.

Lomands fat stubby cock was already throbbing in his pants at the power he
now had over the good looking teen.

"If you tell the whole truth, and do as you're told, I won't need to tell
him you were here at all....", said Lomand sincerely.  He felt he didn't
need to mention that it was because his father was on the other side of the
mirror watching.

At this, Matt gave up the struggle and burst into racking sobs and told the
officer (and tape recorder) everything from the time he was first assaulted
by Johnson, the English Teacher and how his guilt drove him to Father Bryce
for help.

Lomand felt his fat stubby cock burp with precum as Matt told him what
Bryce did to exorcise the demons within him.

On the other side of the mirror, Jack stood stunned, his mouth open. He
could see his son was very upset but as he coudn't hear what was being
said, he had no idea what the problem was.  His fathers hear went out to
Matt and he wanted to rush in an protect him and make things better.  At
the same time, he was wondering when the strip search was going to start.

Lomand breathed in deeply, savouring what was going to happen next.

"OK boy, stand up and face the mirror- hands behind your head."

On the other side of the mirror, Jack watched in increasing lust as Lomand
stood behind his boy and slipped both hands under the front of the teens
cut off t-shirt and wantonly felt the boys torso up.

Jack could see from the closed eyes of the cop and the expression of
lustful pleasure that Lomand was very much enjoying running his hands all
over his sons muscular chest and pinching the kids nipples.

Although Jack couldn't hear anything, it was clear that his son was
emitting yelps of pain and the discomfort that he was feeling was clearly
etched on the boys screwed up eyes.

Matts father drank in the unfolding scene. He loved the sight of the
uniformed man molesting his boys chest; it was a dream coming true.

Jack licked his lips and worked his package as he saw Lomand lift the
t-shirt up and hook it behind Matts head to fully expose the boys well
defined chest and abs.

He groaned with lust when Lomand kneeled down behind Matt and snaked a hand
between the boys sturdy legs and up to paw and feel the lads groin. He saw
his son standing in the room with his hands on his head, flushed and
sweating and looking mortified while the man continued to fully massage the
kids bulge.

Jack worked his big basket and was breathing heavily as he watched Lomand
manipulate his boys private area.

Inside the hot interrogation room, Matt could not believe all this was
happening to him.  He was being strip searched by a police officer (though
so far very little had been done in the way of actual searching).  He sadly
realised that the devil must still be in his body as he continued to feel
wave after wave of delicious pleasure as the officer kept squeezing and
rubbing and feeling up his groin.  Matt closed his eyes in ecstasy and
tried to stop involuntary moans of pleasure from escaping his lips as the
cop kept massaging the length of his male bulge.

"Now I want to see the size of your weapon boy...", husked the lust driven
man.

The fat officer was breathing heavily as he reach up from behind the boy
and starting unbuttoning the kids flies.

"Oh yes.....", moaned Jack Sawyer, his eyes fixed on the scene as he worked
the obscene lump at front of his jeans.

Matt was mortified as the man slowly unbuttoned his flies and there was
nothing he could do to stop it......

**********************************

Whilst Lomand was performing his civic duty, back in the boys locker room
at the local school, Peterson looked down on the 14 year old lad who sat on
the edge of the locker bench with his back leaning against the metal locker
door, his legs spread wide.  His eyes were closed in bliss and his fit
young body still trembled slightly in the aftermath of a powerful
orgasm. His smooth young torso was shiny with perspiration.

He still wore his tight white shorts but the front of them were absolutely
sodden.  A thick string of viscous boy syrup descended slowly from the
saturated bulge toward the tiled floor of the locker room.

"Did you enjoy that, son?" , asked Peterson gently.

Timmy slowly open his blue eyes and and nodded uncertainly.  He was unused
to being asked if he liked such things.

Peterson stepped closer to the lad, his throbbing bulging jock pouch just
in front of the boys face.

The Coach realised he might as well make use of a boy who clearly was being
regularly abused.

"Then I think one good turn deserves another then?"

The boys eyes flicked down from the mans face to the bulging pouch just
inches from his mouth.

The blond kid knew what was expected and simply nodded.

As the boy pulled down Petersons jockstrap, the man wondered what exactly
went on in the lads home.

"Do you like sucking your Daddys cock Timmy?", asked the Coach gently.

The boy looked up at Peterson and shrugged in a resigned sort of way.

"It's OK I guess. You get used to it..."

As the boy pulled the Coach's jockstrap down, Petersons thick 8" man log
sprang up and hit the boys chin with a thud.

"Suck it Timmy. There's a good boy.....show me how you can really impress
your Coach..."

Timmy could not completely encompass the mans cock with his small hand.

The lad had to stretch his mouth very wide to accommodate Petersons bloated
cockhead.

As soon as the head slid into the lads mouth, Peterson knew that whether
the kid enjoyed it or not, he was a fucking master at it.

"Ohhhhh Fuck...!!!", moaned the man as the 14 year old worked on his
knobhead with his tongue and the walls of his cheeks.

The man put his hands behind the boys head and started to push his thick 8"
man meat deeper in the the lads throat.

Looking down and watching his fat veiny pole slide in and out of the young
lads obscenely stretched mouth almost made the man come there and then.

6 inches deep in the boys mouth, Peterson felt it hitting the back of the
boys throat and Timmy started to gag which turned the man on even more.

"Oh yes Timmy, that's a good boy. Take it down your throat son...that's
it.....oh yeah....that feels so good....", moaned the man as he pulled hard
on the kids head.

************************************************

Inside the interrogation room Matt had his back to the mirror and was
touching his toes, or rather holding his ankles with his feet spread apart.
Lomand leaned over him, levering his fingers into the lads most private of
entrances and grunting with the exertion.  The tight anus of the bent over
school boy caused Lomand to dribble with lust as he worked his fingers into
the boys innards.

It provided a beautiful sight for any observer in the observation room.

Matt gasped in pain as Officer Lomand worked two of his stubby strong
fingers into the schoolboys tight moist anus.

"Aaaaarghhh.....God....please...no.....it hurts so
much....arraggh.....unnnghhh", wailed the boy.

The officer longed to grab the teen boys fat low hanging balls and exert
sublime pain on the kid. Equally, he wanted to grab the lads thick cock
that was swinging penduously between Matt's muscular legs and pull back the
heavy foreskin and chew the fat cockhead to really make the boy scream but
did not dare as his father was watching and it hardly could be justified as
part of the search.  He was wishing he hadn't invited Jack to witness the
strip search.

Bit by bit, the mans thick fingers sunk deeper and deeper into the hot
interior of the boys body.

On the other side of the mirror, Jack was unable to contain himself and he
ripped his flies open and hauled out his fast thickening pole of meat. He
spat on his hand and then worked his fat member to it's full 9 inch
length. Using both hands, Jack worked his massive tool as he watched his
helpless son being violated.

"Deeper....deeper...", muttered Jack, his eyes fixated on Lomands fingers
which were buried in the boys sphincter up to the second knuckle.  He could
see the fingers were coated with the boys ass juices and he involuntarily
licked his lips.

"Noooooooooo!  AAAaaarggghhhh! ", screamed Matt has he felt the fingers
advance into the depths of his body. He felt like he was being ripped
apart.

"I......know....you've got something...up...there...", grunted Lomand.

The officer certainly knew what he was looking for as his fingers probed
and poked inside the youngsters fiery interior.

Suddenly, Lomand found it.

His greasy fingers felt the walnut sized item and started to press and poke
and rub it for all he was worth.

Matt felt the world turn.  One moment he was in blinding pain; the next, a
hot wave of bladder embracing pleasure radiated outward from his innards
and behind his balls.

He moaned long and deep as his brain was buffeted by the lustful feelings
of pure pleasure.

"Unnnnnghh.....oh...god......please......mmmmmmmmm......", gurgled the kid
as the officer continued to molest and maul the boys most sacred of
switches.

Matt's cock swelled and started to rapidly lengthen in response to the
amazingly good feelings that were washing through him.

Lomand's eyes widened as he saw the boys organ jerk and grow. He grunted
with lust as he saw the kids full fat cockhead slowly unpeel from the
fleshy protective covering of the heavy foreskin.

The officer started to long finger fuck the moaning lad; pulling his
fingers almost completely out of the kids anus to ram them back as deeply
as possible to repeatedly hit the boys pleasure nut.

"Aaaaargggh....unnnghhhh...."

"Stand up boy", husked Lomand, his fingers still third knuckle deep,
massaging and poking.

The boy stood upright, his legs still spread.

"Oh my fucking God", moaned Lomand.

Virtually 7 inches of thick, jerking, throbbing meat slapped up against the
boys tight defined abs.  The fat red helmet of the boys equipment was fully
unsheathed by the foreskin.  It was shiny and slippery from young male
syrup oozing slowly from a wide juicy piss slit.  Lomand was transfixed as
he watch the light sweet oil start to languidly slide down the thick shaft
of the boys meaty member.

In the observation room, Jack felt himself nearly burst with pride and lust
as he gazed at his son's fine thick erection.  He continued to work his
meaty log.

"Oh my boy.....", whispered Jack- his eyes never leaving his son's jerking
cock.

The officer pushed the boy right up against the mirror with his left arm.
He bent his legs slightly to get a better ankle and then drove forward with
his fingers to deeply excavate the fiery furnace of the boys slippery
tunnel and to truly work the boys heavy fucknut.

Matts stiff cock was trapped between his hard abs and the mirror.  The
drooling precum was sliming the mirror as the man worked the boys jerking
body from behind like a glove puppet.

The kid felt bubbling tickles of incipient orgasm behind his balls as the
man continued to abuse his inner pleasure organ.

"Unnnnghhhhh.....oh god.......aaaaahhhhh....mmmmm......"

The boy threw his head back, his eyes closed and gave into the churning
waves of pleasure that swept through his groin and rippled out towards his
hands and feet.

Jack could take no more of this.  He fell to his knees, his mouth inches
away from his teenaged sons drooling, throbbing meat.  He started to lick
the glass in total lust; his mind transported by the horny sight of his son
being blatently abused and molested.

"Shoot...boy...shoot...", moaned Jack as he licked the glass between his
tongue and the kids thick jerking meat.

*********************************************

Peterson moaned continuously as he faced fucked the blond boy, the kids
head held in a vice grip by the man's hands.

He felt the tight young throat constricting his thick cock; trying to eject
it, yet having the effect of pushing him closer to orgasm.

"Oh yes...you lovely boy...suck my cock....take it...oh yeah....", groaned
the Coach as he jerked the helpless boys head back and forth, impaling it
again and again.

Ropey drools of saliva poured from the boys mouth to fall on the tiled
floor of the deserted locker room.

The boys stifled choking was virtually drowned out by the man's lustful
moans.

Peterson knew the time had come. With one mighty pull on the kids head and
kept it tight against his groin.  He threw his head back and screamed with
pleasure as the first jet of cum shot down the boys convulsing throat.

The man then grabbed the boys hair and the kids head off his pulsing log
and pointed his cockhead right at the boys face as the second jet shot out
and drenched it.

The man held the boys head fast as jet after jet of thick man juice spurted
directly at the boys head, coating the boys face again and again with thick
creamy man cum which flooded down the kids neck and chest.....

***********************************************

The interrogation room of the small police building resonated with the low
moaning sounds of a teen lad in a state of absolute ecstasy, his naked fit
body sweating and trembling on the verge of orgasm as the Police officer
repeatedly impaled him with three thick fingers up to the third knuckle,
rubbing and mauling and mashing the kids fuck nut.

Matts throbbing 7 inch cock was drenched in sticky male syrup which burped
out continuously from the sizzling juicy piss slit.

Jack Sawyer was panting and gasping; kneeling on the other side of the
mirror trying in vain to lick his boys clear honey which dripped slowly
down on the other side of the glass mirror.

He knew he was close as he worked his big throbbing tool with his hands.
He also knew Matt was close; he could tell from the lads swollen throbbing
cockhead and the look of pure bliss on the school kids face.

Lomand was sweating and panting from the exertion of frigging the lads fuck
nut.  He angled his arm to give maximum leverage and power as he drove his
fingers to the deepest part of the kids guts.

Matt lost it.

"Oh God..........!!!!!!!  Unnnnnnnggggghhhhh!"

Jack moaned with pleasure and anticipation as he saw Matts cock swell even
further before jet after jet of thick creamy boy sauce geysered out of the
lads wide bubbling piss slit and fountained up between the cold glass and
the boys defined pecs and abs.  The glass steamed up where the hot cum
splashed.

Again and again, teen spunk spurted upward from the lads jerking pumping
cock.

Lomand almost winced in pain as the boys powerful rectal muscles clamped
down convulsively on his fingers.

"Unnnnggggghhhh, uuuunnnnggghh...", moaned the teen as the officers rubbing
fingers continued to send signals to his balls to pump out their payload of
creamy ambrosia.

It triggered Jack off and with a gutteral moan, he shot thick ropey jets of
cum up the glass to match his sons spewing cock.

He kept licking the glass instinctively as he tried to taste and swallow
his lads spurting cock juice....

********************************

That evening, as Jack Sawyer waited for his son to come home, he thought
back on events.  He was more than happy to pay money for a copy of the tape
that Lomand made of the interview.

He slipped the tape into a player and listened....

The End

To be continued....

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