Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 14:05:55 -0800
From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cops-son-2.txt

Cop's Son: Part 2
=================

  By TopLegal

  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

  (c) 2002, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
  Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
  met:  there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
  site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.

  (By popular demand, here's a part 2 to what was supposed to be
  a stand-alone story.)

My Life
-------

  My life had changed about two weeks ago now. Changed forever. My
  name is Jon and my father is a cop in a moderately sized city. His
  partner is Mr. Greene and Mr. Greene's son is Mike. Mike is a fag.
  I had been your average high school senior until two weeks ago.
  Then my parents took a vacation and had me stay at the Greene's,
  that's when Mike made me his fucktoy.

  Twice, I've been tempted not to show up at the abandoned bleachers
  at two o'clock to serve Mike. But each time I've thought about
  what would happen if the blackmail pictures of me he took were to
  show up around the school: my life would be ruined.

  Of course there are the beatings also. Gut punch after gut punch,
  choking, and occasional kicks to the groin to punctuate my
  "disobedience."

  Fuck. I do ~not~ want to be gay, I thought to myself as I pulled
  up my pants after Mike fucked me. Mike pulled me up by my hair
  rapidly and socked it to me in the guts. "My house, tonight at
  6PM, be there or your kneepad pics will be the talk of the school
  tomorrow," he said as he let go of my hair and let me slump into
  the dirt.

  All I could think was, "**FUCK**."

Alone at the Greene's
---------------------

  I rang the doorbell at six exactly, the one time I had shown up
  about two minutes late behind the bleachers, Mike had slammed me
  in the groin and spent ten minutes choking me and gut punching me
  before making me get on my knees in the dirt and suck his dick in
  apology before taking it up the ass.

  Mike was wearing a junior officer's uniform and pulled out a
  slender, night-stick. Mike explained, "Dad has been teaching me
  how to ~control~ a suspect with the night-stick, now get up to my
  room and strip, you are going to be doing another photo shoot for
  me."

  I scrambled up the stairs, the odd thing--my cock was rock hard
  against my jeans. I stripped quickly and stood in the center of
  his room. Mike joined me with an expensive looking digital camera.
  "Jonnie, be a good boy and pull out my gay porn stash from between
  the mattress," Mike said.

  I reluctantly pulled it out. Mike handed me the night-stick and
  instructed me to start reading the magazines and play with the
  night-stick in my fuckhole and make pretty for the camera. I
  hesitate just long enough to receive two sharp kicks below my
  ribs. I swear I have permanent bruises there. I began by opening
  some of the porn and stroking my cock. Mike took dozens of
  pictures. Then at his behest, I started licking the night-stick to
  lube it up. Finally I shoved it up my ass and rode it while
  stroking off with the other hand. Mike made me keep it up till I
  shot my load.

  Then he told me to go clean the night-stick. I went to the
  bathroom. I returned to his room to find him with the camera
  attached to his computer.

  "Put the porn away Jonnie boy. I'm uploading the pictures
  including ones with your face blacked out to a digital photo site
  and then posting some selected links to them in LiveJournal," Mike
  said. I could feel my insides crumbling. I handed Mike the
  night-stick, numb on the inside.

  Mike suggested we hot tub. One of the house rules though was that
  the hot tub use had to be **entirely** naked. We went out into the
  warm desert air and sat in the hot tub. We were in for about
  thirty minutes when Mr. and Mrs. Greene came home. "Oh, hi Jon,"
  Mr. Greene said to me.

  Mrs. Greene piped in, "Mike you told Jonnie the house rules about
  the hot tub?

  "Yeah mom," Mike chimed back.

  Mrs. Greene nodded approvingly. **FUCK** They had to know I was
  his fuck toy. Mr. Greene took his dress clothes off and Mrs.
  Greene followed suit and in less than a minute they were sitting
  next to us in the hot tub.

  The hot tub felt so good for my sore abdomen and I did not want to
  get up. Mr. Greene suddenly announced, "Mike, I need to talk to
  you for a minute." Then Mr. Greene got out of the tub and Mike
  quickly followed suit.

Mrs. Greene
-----------

  Alone with Mrs. Greene for the first time since I had become her
  teenage son's fuck toy, she asked the pregnant question: "You gay
  too?"

  I blushed. She said, "Mr. Greene and I love Mike just the same,
  I'm sure your parents would love you the same too."

  "I'm 100% straight," I said.

  "So you jonesing for me," she said in a sexy whisper. She was hot,
  but I noticed my dick was **not** rock hard. My heart sank, was
  all the fucking making me gay?

  She continued, "I thought not." I looked down trying to avoid her
  glance. "You in love with Mike," she said.

  I shook my head. Mrs. Greene came across the hot tub and got in my
  face, her tits were right in front of me. She was stunning, if I
  had wanted to I could have licked her tits by just moving my face
  slightly. My cock was limp. She bent closer and whispered in my
  ear, "Do not lie to me, you will find yourself over Mr. Greene's
  lap getting a whipping you **will not** forget with his police
  belt."

  She stayed on top of me and I realized suddenly for the first time
  since becoming Mike's fuck toy that I might actually be gay. She
  pushed against me and reached down to my limp dick.

  "Complete faggot," she announced. "Now, answer my question
  honestly."

  "I am not sure MA'AM," I responded honestly.

Mr. Greene
----------

  Before I could reach Mike, Mr. Greene was waiting at the top of
  the stairs and took me into his study. I was still dripping some
  water and in their heavily air conditioned house, my nipples were
  erect. Mr. Greene was dressed and even had his uniform on. I
  remembered that he and my dad were working tonight. In fact, my
  dad was going to be over in probably twenty or thirty minutes to
  pick up Mr. Greene in the squad car.

  "If my dad saw me like this," I thought.

  "Did you and Mrs. Greene have a good talk," Mr. Greene asked.

  "Yes, SIR," I responded.

  "Good, I want you to know I talked to Mike and he assured me you
  boys are having safe sex. He also told me you are still in the
  closet," Mr. Greene said all matter of factly.

  "Yes, SIR," I agreed.

  "I really am relieved to see him going out with someone as nice as
  you, feel free to come to our house as often as you want to be
  with him," Mr. Greene said.

  **HONK** **HONK**

  "Gotta run, work," Mr. Greene said leaving the room.

  I walked down the hall to Mike's room, he was already laying in
  bed. "Come on in Jonnie," he said, "what did you think of my
  parents?"

  "Um, interesting," I said.

  "My parents don't want us to use separate beds in here any more so
  get in with me," he said.

  I nodded and lay down next to Mike.

Piss?
-----

  The next day was uneventful. At two I was out behind the
  bleachers. I should perhaps mention that our school had had to
  close down its sports teams and all other extracurricular
  activities. Thus, at most one or two people would be in the
  general area and I could usually get behind the bleachers without
  being noticed.

  Mike was already there and told me to get on my knees. I opened my
  mouth and he whipped out his dick but instead of shoving it in for
  me to suck, he told me to "Open wide and drink up."

  Next thing I knew there was a torrent of piss flowing into my
  mouth. I realized immediately that any I did not swallow would get
  on my clothing. I tried to swallow it all up as it came in. Mike's
  piss was hot and salty. I had no time to be revolted because as
  soon as he finished pissing he shoved his cock in for sucking.

  After a few minutes he stood me up and I had to bend over to be
  fucked.

  When he finished he told me he was leaving me a list of items to
  get before he stayed at my house for a week starting Friday while
  his parents were traveling on vacation.

  I felt thoroughly used and humiliated and then I suddenly realized
  that I liked it.

Sex Shop
--------

  I picked the list Mike had left off the ground and shook the dirt
  off the hundred dollar bills he had left. "FUCKER," I shouted to
  no one in particular realizing that Mike had left me no excuses
  for not getting the equipment required.

  I asked my mom for permission to borrow the car when I got home.
  It was already Wednesday and Thursday my mom usually liked to take
  me out for dinner alone without dad for us to just "talk." Fuck.

  Mom did not ask too many questions and I drove the car into a
  seedy part of downtown to the address on the slip of paper.

  I looked down at the list at the first item "butt plug, medium." I
  must have seemed out of sorts because the clerk came from behind
  the counter and said something like, "first time?"

  "Yeah," I said noncommittally.

  "Got a list," he asked?

  I handed the clerk the list. He took it and looked down it, ok we
  have all of this stuff, let me show you. He guided me first to a
  collection of various shapes and sizes of dildos and butt plugs.
  He picked up one of the black butt plugs and a black set of
  plastic anal beads.

  "This is the butt plug," he said handing me the butt plug. Then he
  handed me the anal beads saying, "these are one type of anal bead
  that our customers like since they hold in better." I could not
  imagine having a string of eight or nine one inch diameter balls
  shoved into me, but then again if you had asked me two weeks
  earlier I would not have been able to imagine getting fucked by a
  guy and liking it.

  "Now we have a couple of different types of tit clamps, take of
  your shirt so I can demonstrate," the clerk said. I hesitated, and
  he said, "I've seen a lot more than your nipples in this store,
  now get it off so we can find ones you like." I took off my shirt
  and he put a different type of clamp on each tit. The sensation
  was rather intense and also a bit painful. We settled on a medium
  sized pair that did not cause me too much pain.

  "Ok, ball spreaders did you want metal or leather," the clerk
  asked in the same tone that other clerks ask paper or plastic.

  "Um," I stammered, "what's the difference?"

  "Cost, comfort, intensity, the metal ones are bit harder to get on
  sometimes but the feel is a bit more intense."

  I shrugged.

  The clerk helped himself to undoing my pants where he found me
  quite erect and without so much as a how do you do was forcing my
  cock into a metal ball spreader. "That will do" he said after
  forcing my balls through the openings. The feeling of the cold
  metal surrounding my balls was intense and also the sensation of
  having them away from my body was weird. I was rock hard. "Wear
  that out?"

  I nodded and pulled up my pants.

  "Ok," he said, "that will come to about $180 plus tax."

  I handed him two hundred dollar bills. My cock was raging inside
  my pants. It was only seven o'clock so I decided to drive over to
  Mike's.

Nude Jonnie Boy Dot Com
-----------------------

  Mrs. Greene greeted me and told me to go upstairs. She did not
  even remark on the huge bulge in my cock. Mike grunted in
  acknowledgment at me at told me to strip. I noticed he was
  reviewing a web site and then I recognized the pictures--it was
  me. Before I could say something he said, "how do you like our web
  site?"

  I stammered and he came over to me and put his hands around my
  throat and told me to sit down in front of the computer. I read
  the page.

  > Subscribe to some of the hottest teen-boy pics on the web.
  >
  > Added bonus: Check regularly for new pics or for his identity to
  > be revealed. Jonnie-boy is the property of Mike. If Mike does
  > not place a special "blackmail" file on the server each Sunday,
  > then the pictures on this site will automatically be replaced
  > with versions with Jonnie-boy's face. You can also read a diary
  > of Jonnie-boy's torments.
  >
  > Only $99.95/year billed discretely to your credit card.
  >
  > Sign up Now!

  The true depths of my dilemma were beginning to sink in.

  "We already have 500 subscribers since I started the site when you
  were over the first night," Mike beamed, "I'm sure they'll love
  pictures of you in the new gear we bought. As a bonus you will get
  50% of the money which is a cool $50K so far less the five hundred
  I gave you to buy the toys."

  I started to cry and he dropped me to the floor, tackled me and
  gut punched me a few times. "Behave yourself Jonnie-boy," he said.

  I collected myself and then let him take pictures of me. Every
  picture included my face. Mike showed me how he uploaded two
  versions of every picture one with the face blacked out, the other
  with my face included.

  The pictures we took that night focused on me in my ball spreader.
  Me playing with my new butt plug and me playing with the anal
  beads. I found I really enjoyed the anal beads.

  Then he showed me about a 'cron' script running on the computer
  that checked for a file called 'blackmail' in the root directory
  of the server. If the file was present when the script ran on
  Sunday at midnight, the file was deleted and the web site left
  unchanged. ~But~, if the file was missing then every picture on
  the site would be swapped out for versions that included my face.

  Around ten, his mom walked in without knocking. "Oh Jon, you're
  still over," she said ignoring my nudity or the tit clamps firmly
  attached to my nipples. "You should probably head home its getting
  late."

  "Yeah, I called my mom and said Mike was showing me some stuff on
  the web around nine and she said it was ok for me to stay over," I
  explained.

  "Ok then," Mrs. Greene said as she left the room.

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