Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 15:49:34 -0700 From: TopLegal <toplegal@mac.com> Subject: Cops-son part 5 Part 5 ====== 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. College Life ------------ The three final weeks of summer faded quickly and college was upon us. Our rooming assignments came the day after the protest and, no surprise here, Mike and I were rooming together. We had a second floor room just to the two of us in the Quad. Using our dad's police connections we got early access and checked out the room: ` |----+++---| |BBB CSS |BBB SS |BBB DDDD| |BBB DDDD| |BBB SS |BBB CSS |---WWW----| Legend: + = Door W = Window B = Twin size bunk bed D = Desk C = Chair S = Wardrobe/bookcase ` At ten feet wide by six feet long the room was compact to say the least. There was a twin bunk bed on one side, a wide desk, two chairs and a small combination wardrobe and bookcase that was built into the wall. I had already gotten a waiver to keep a car on campus and picked up the parking sticker along with my text books before we headed back to Mike's house. At his house, Mr. Greene was in the hot tub relaxing alone. I decided to join him and stripped naked in front of him without a second thought. Once in the hot tub he had me come sit next to him and put his arm on my shoulder. "Your dad still doesn't know you are gay," he offered. I thought about saying I was not gay, but realized that was stupid. Instead I leaned my head against my father-in-law's shoulder and said nothing. Mrs. Greene came home from work and joined us. I found myself completely unperturbed by her nudity in front of me and she took up a perch on the other side of Mr. Greene. Mike joined in next and we all sat in the tub for easily another thirty minutes before Mrs. Greene and I were excused to go cook dinner. We got out of the tub and she asked me to stay naked as we cooked dinner. I did it without question. We prepared a quick dinner of homemade fajitas which the men gobbled down eagerly. While we were cleaning up, Mrs. Greene rubbed her naked body against me several times and I was surprised to find I was not even aroused. She laughed out loud, "he really has made you gay." "Yeah, I'm a fag, ok?" She sent me up to my room and told me to put on briefs before going to sleep. The next morning Mike pinned me to the bed and used his baton to place me in a choke hold and reminded me that he would "~NOT~ hesitate the beat the crap out of me in college if I stepped out of line." Mike drove my Focus with our possessions up to the dorm. Nobody else on our floor was focusing on law enforcement and our interest in it was clearly considered a bit low brow. Mike set up some computers and even had brought one for me to use. I thanked him by sucking his cock from my knees. He explained, while I was sucking him off, that he would take the (better) top bunk. I of course agreed. Our RA knocked while I was sucking Mike off and so I stopped and stood up before the RA came in. Bradford was a sweet Canadian guy who was majoring in photography. "We're great," Mike said enthusiastically. Bradford looked to me. I agreed, "yep." "Ok, any problems let me know," he said. I had to be careful not to snort out loud, how could he help me from being Mike's fuck toy? Bradford left and Mike shut the door behind him and I was back on my knees giving head. Our whole floor went to dinner together. The Quad was co-ed by floor. So the whole first floor was women, 50, and the top floor was guys, 50. Mike and I separated a bit over dinner to get to know people. It was the first time in several months that I had not felt like I was at his beck and call. The sad part was as I was talking idly with Ben or someone else was that I liked being at Mike's call. I liked the fear of getting fucked behind the bleachers. How sick is that? Sold Out -------- Our first night was eventful. Mike turned up the volume of the stereo and put a towel under the door and then tied me to the bed and fucked my brains out. He also left me tied up until morning just to "keep me in line." In the morning he untied me and ordered me to jack off for his camcorder for a new web posting. I complied without hesitation to avoid a beating. Plus I kind of liked it. I stood naked with my arms clasped behind my back as he uploaded the video and then reset the blackmail file for the week. I kissed Mike on the forehead and got permission to shower and go to breakfast by myself. On the way out of the Quad to the dining hall, I bumped into Bradford who ended up sitting with me for breakfast. Over breakfast I learned that he did ~not~ like to be called Brad and was from Quebec--but not French Canadian. His mom was a single mom who worked as a vice president for a major company in town. I shared similar information about myself and he was surprised I was so interested in law enforcement. I nodded noncommittally and asked him about his interest in photography. He explained that he loved to photograph people and was hoping to be able to make some money from it after graduation. He was quite the boy scout. My first course was CRIM 101, Introduction to the Administration of Justice, and Mike was already talking to the isntructor when I arrived. I took a seat towards the middle of the class and saved a desk for Mike. The class was interesting and Mike and I were not the only first year students which was also a relief. After class, Mike and I walked together to our separate English classes. Then rejoined for lunch. Brad, I mean Bradford, popped up again at lunch. This time sitting with both Mike and I. His "fascination" with us as I was terming it was getting on my nerves already. But Mike took it in stride and mentioned that I might be up for some modeling work. Fucker I thought, but my face must have showed it because I got the look the signaled a thrashing later. I agreed to do a modeling setup for Bradford later in the week and then headed back to the dorm until the evening session of Spanish. Mike had his Spanish class during the afternoon so I got a few hours to do my homework. When Mike came in he turned up the radio, put a towel under the door and thrashed me with his belt. I apologized profusely and licked his shoes and then sucked his cock. Bradford knocked at our door while I was naked and Mike told me to just put a towel on and then answered the door. Bradford clearly was enjoying the view of my body and Mike offered up, "He's already getting set to model." Mike swatted me on the butt lightly but it stung and I headed off to the shower. I had a bad feeling that plans were being made for me without my involvement. Bradford -------- When I returned from the shower Bradford was still in our room chatting away with Mike. I tried to avoid getting dressed since I did not want my recently spanked butt shown to Bradford but he and Mike were lost in conversation about Canada and I finally had to get dressed in front of both of them. Bastards. The three of us ate dinner with a bunch of other people from our floor, Bradford's friendship with us had the positive effect of lifting us from scum status to "ok". After dinner I went straight to Spanish class. The next morning Bradford was waiting at the exit of the quad for me to get breakfast. Over breakfast he outlined the time for my photo shoot late that night in the fine arts building. I went through the day in dread and by evening knocked at the studio door to find that Bradford was alone in the studio. I stripped naked at his request and allowed him to pose me and photograph me. I cooperated fully as Brad arranged me in all manner of poses with sheets and screens to "emphasize my masculine form." An hour in, he came over and while posing me he kissed me, his lips had an odd mint flavor to them. I suddenly was unable to move. He whispered that he was going to use a condom. I could not call out and Bradford fucked me. I had never felt so helpless. When he finished he put the filled condom in my pocket along with $100 in cash. It took me quite a while to be able to move again and he had already left. I dressed myself and went back to the dorm. Bradford waved at me from the common room like nothing had happened. Mike greeted me and took the money and the condom and asked how it went. I cried in his arms about being "raped" and he pointed out that it was not rape because "when and how my Jonnie-boy gets fucked is up to me." I realized he was right and apologized for complaining and asked why he did not tell me. "Cause Bradford wanted to enjoy the expression of you struggling against that chemical." I nodded and went to bed on the bottom bunk feeling utterly used and humiliated. But it felt good too. The next morning Bradford greeted me for breakfast and checked how I was doing, "fine." "Good," he said, "the photos will look great." I nodded, "can I get some copies?" "Sure," Bradford responded, I think he was relieved that I did not mention being raped or molested. "You ok," finally asked. "Absolutely, was thrilled to pose for you." We had a great breakfast. Law Enforcement Projects ------------------------ In Criminal Justice class we were studying the use of corporal punishment in different judicial systems past and present. I was finding the subject a bit disturbing, perhaps because some of the items discussed seemed close to my home life. We ended up having a project to spend 48 hours working in a county lockup facility to see how things work. For Mike and I this would be easy but some of the people in the class had clearly never really worked in a lockup and were more interested in the "theory" of criminal justice. Bradford accosted Mike and I at the end of class and asked if I could pose for some follow on pictures. Mike agreed for me and I had to head off with Brad immediately. This time there were other students in the studio and there were a mixture of male and female models in various states of dress and undress. Apparently an exhibit was coming up. Bradford showed me the earlier pictures and they were quite tasteful. Bradford had edited my face out of most of the pictures or my facial features were indistinct behind a screen or sheet. I signed a model release that got witnessed by another photography student and then we started our second session. With all of the people present I did not think he would dare fuck me again. That would prove to be a bad assumption. At $100 to rent me he was going to get his money's worth. I posed for three hours and even did one duo pose wrestling with another male model. As it got later the room emptied and there was only one student and their model still working in the studio. I was too slow to realize what was happening as he kissed me. The mint flavor hit my tongue as my body froze. The drug left me fully aware and put a sheet over me and rested me inside a cart. "Just trying some new stuff," he called out to the other student. I was helpless as he pushed the cart down the hall and out to the dumpster area. He pulled me out of the cart and bent me over it and fucked me. He tied off the cum in his used condom and pushed it into my hand with another $100. Then he led me back into the building. This second time was not quite as bad as the first time since I had a suspicion it would happen and because I knew he was unlikely to hurt me. Back at the room I gave Mike the money and the condom. He asked how it was and I said that I understood my place better and told him how Bradford had fucked me while I was paralyzed out by the garbage bins. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@mac.com. See other works by me at <http://www.asstr.org/~TopLegal/> $$