Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2008 01:22:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Griffin <nicosar2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jock Son's Slave 3

A week passed by after Nick put a chastity device on his dad Steve, and
then another, and another. Every day, the jock teen would fuck his slave,
two or three times a day, and every day the torture would get worse. His
balls felt like they were going to explode any second, and his cock was
constantly aching. It desperately wanted to get hard, but the plastic
around it was unyielding. He hadn't been this horny since he had been a
teenager, and even then he'd always been able to jack himself off, or
better yet get laid. Now he was getting laid all the time, but that only
made it worse, because having his son's big cock up his ass and massaging
his prostate just got him even more riled up. No matter how much he begged
and pleaded, Nick wouldn't let him out. The device had only come off once
at the end of the second week so Nick could make sure he wasn't getting any
rashes and then it'd gone straight back on. Steve knew that sooner or
latter he was going to snap. Nick knew it too, and he was waiting with
anticipation for his dad's final breakdown and complete submission to him.

That moment came late one evening. Steve was stressed out from overtime at
work to meet a deadline, and he was pretty sure more than one guy at the
office had noticed how antsy he was. Nick, on the other hand, was doing
just great. He'd already emptied his balls a few times that day - first in
the morning, giving his dad a complete breakfast; again at lunch, during
the break between practice sessions, when he'd been sucked off by one of
the new junior varsity players; and then he'd blown a third load down his
dad's throat a second time at dinner. Now his dad was working his cock
again while Nick sprawled on the couch with his legs wide, watching a
game. Nick was wearing a tight white muscle shirt and sweats, with his
waistband pulled down and increasingly dirty jock moved to the side to free
his cock. Steve, on the other hand, was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt,
because Nick hadn't let him change when he'd gotten him.

"That's enough of that. Bend over the couch arm and stay there while I get
the lube," Nick instructed, after about twenty minutes. He was fully
planning on taking his dad's ass a few times that night. That was the last
straw for Steve. His jaw ached, his balls were blue, and he hadn't come in
forever. He was Nick's father, he was the man of the house, and he wasn't
going to put up with this treatment for one more second.

"No," Steve said, and while he'd meant for it to come out deep and
authoritative it was instead a high-pitched whine. He shook his head and
tried again. "No. You're not fucking me again until I get off. "

Nick stared at his dad where he still knelt between Nick's legs. The jock
had a mixture of disbelief and annoyance on his face. "You'd better rethink
what you just said, boy, or you're not going to enjoy the results."

"I said no," Steve said again, more confident this time. "Take it off me,
or else... or else I'm done. No more anything at all."

"I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not," Nick growled. He
slapped Steve's face, then tried to backhand him but Steve deflected the
blow. Nick's frown turned into a feral grin. Sure, he'd been expecting his
dad to explode, but not quite like this. This would be a lot of fun.

Steve started to get up, but as he did Nick shoved him hard and he toppled
to the floor. Nick pounced on him and they began to struggle for control.
The two of them wrestled on the carpet and doing their best to pin the
other and force them to submit, and soon they were both panting and
sweating hard. Steve was a big and strong man, and he'd done his fair share
of fighting in his day, but for all that he couldn't manage to throw off
Nick or even get on top. They should have been a close match, because they
were the same height and were in good shape, but that wasn't the case.
Steve was probably a good twenty pounds heavier, but most of that weight
was padding, even though he worked out regularly. Nick was in his prime,
and his lean muscles were toned and built from constant lifting and
football playing. Steve had a lot of strength and endurance, but in the end
Nick had more of both, and the determination needed to win.  Steve stopped
trying to win and started trying to just get away, but every time he
managed to slip out of his son's iron grip he'd only get a few inches away
before the young man was on top of him again. In the end Nick had his dad
flat on his stomach and spreadeagle, his arms and legs pinned down and face
pressed painfully into the carpet.

"That's gonna cost you, you fucking bitch," Nick said. His side was hurting
and he knew he'd have bruises on his arms and legs from where they'd hit
the furniture as they'd flailed around. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're
not gonna walk straight for weeks. And you're never gonna get to come, not
until you shape up and remember who's in charge around here."

"Stop it," Steve said quickly. "Get off me, I'll get the lube, just let me
go."

"Like fuck I am," Nick said, repositioning himself so he straddled his
dad's waist. He let go of one of Steve's arms just long enough to yank down
Steve's jeans with a hard jerk, and immediately pinned his father
again. "You've got me all worked up, boy, so I'm going to fuck you right
now."

Nick's body was thrumming with adrenaline and his cock was thick and
throbbing. He was always horny as all fuck after a game or after he'd
beaten someone down, every instinct telling him that after you proved
yourself top dog it was time to go and spread your seed into every waiting
hole you could find. He'd fucked dozens of guys like that, and now it was
his dad's turn. The teen's cock glistened with his dad's spit and as he
slid it into his dad's sweaty crack it left a trail of precum behind it.

"No, stop, I'm sorry, don't, please don't," Steve whimpered. "I don't want
you to, please, just stop it and let me go."

"Should have thought of that before you fought me. At least you got me nice
and wet, boy, otherwise this be even rougher on you." The head of Nick's
cock was pressed up against Steve's entrance now, the tip nudging into the
tight ring of muscle. Just the thought of having his son's monster shoved
up his unready chute made Steve clench his ass down even more. "Maybe a
little pain will do you good, boy. Teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"I just want to come, son," he begged. "Don't fuck me again, I can't stand
it, please."

"Here's the thing, dad. You could stop me, but you aren't doing it," Nick
growled into Steve's ear. "I gave you a safeword, but I haven't heard it
yet."

There was a pregnant pause and then Steve whimpered, "Please, don't."

"Thought so, faggot," Nick said, and he shoved his cock into his dad's
waiting fuckhole. It was incredibly tight and hot around him, completely
unlubed except for spit and precum. Steve yelled, his voice high and full
of pain. It felt like his ass was on fire and his body was being split in
half by his son's cock. It was seven inches long and almost three thick,
but it might as well have been an entire fucking baseball bat. He yelled
again when Nick pulled out and slammed home viciously.

As far as the teen was concerned, he was in high heaven. His dad's ass was
tighter around him then it'd even been, fitting like a hot velvet glove
around his meat. The friction was great, almost too much, but as he started
to fuck his dad in earnest it lessened because he was coating his dad's
insides with his precome. He wished he'd tried this before, wished he'd
just shoved his dad down to the floor and fucked him like an animal, like a
young stallion breeding a surly mare.

"Fuck, you're so tight, you bitch," he said. It was too much for the teen
and he blew a load, come filling his dad's ass, but the horny jock only
slowed down for a minute. His cock didn't even get fully soft before he was
going at it full-speed again, full of adrenaline and riding high off his
victory. "Fuck! Yeah, fuck, just shot a load up your ass, bitch. That's
what you get for trying to fight me, trying to fight your master. Slave
boys that fight get fucked hard, get fucked without prep, get slapped
around until they remember their place."

"Shit, yeah," Steve moaned, unable to help himself as his hole was brutally
used. It still felt like his entire gut was on fire, but his son's rod was
so big that it was pressing his prostate every time it was shoved through
his channel. Even if his cock couldn't get hard it still felt great.

"Damn, you little fag, I should have know you'd like it," Nick
grunted. "You're such a big slut, you cocksucker. You love having your ass
spread wide open and used by a real man, love the feel of a big, throbbing
hunk of meat spearing into your gut. You love it when your own fucking son
rapes your ass and fucks you so hard you can taste his cock up your fucking
mouth. This is what you've been wanting all along, isn't it, bitch? You
probably said no just so I'd have to take you, have to force you down, have
to take what's mine and claim it. That's what I'm gonna do, gonna mark
what's mine with my seed, gonna leave your hole sloppy with my come so
anyone who sees it knows you're my whore."

"Nnnnggh." Steve couldn't even form a coherent statement, not even a
word. He wanted to deny it, wanted to hate what his son was doing to him,
but he couldn't, because in his heart he loved being his son's sub.

"You're mine, you got that? You're nothing except my fuck toy, my cum
dump. Your mouth is mine, your ass is mine, your cock is mine. I can fuck
your mouth, I can fuck your hole, and I can say if you use your cock our
not." Still pounding into Steve, Nick slapped the older man's hip
hard. "You got that, bitch?"

"Got it," Steve whimpered.

"So I'm gonna - oh, fuck, yeah, fuck, - I'm gonna forgive you, just
once. I'm - fuck it, damn, hold on, shit yeah, I'm coming, I'm breeding my
bitch, filling your gut, breeding ya daddy, fuck yeah!" Nick came again,
just as hard as the first time. He bit down on his dad's neck hard and
marked him. He slumped flat on his dad's back, laying there with his cock
still twitching and spurting a last few drops of teen come. Nick stood and
stretched out. He was panting and his body glistened with sweat. He looked
down at his dazed and barely concious dad, taking in the come leaking from
his open hole. He smirked and left the room for few moments to retrieve the
hidden key.

Nick returned to the living room and pulled Steve to his feet. He stripped
his dad's clothes off, then dragged him upstairs to the main
bathroom. Steve didn't resist, just went along compliantly, so out of it
that all his objections had disappeared. Nick got him to kneel in the large
combination bad and shower.

"Clean off my dick, dad," Nick said, guiding his dad's mouth forward. Steve
eagerly licked at it and began sucking. As he did, Nick told him, "Here's
the deal, boy. You did a good job, you lasted longer than I expected, but
another outburst like that and I'm gonna beat your ass so hard it'll be
black and blue. But it was your first time, and so I'm gonna let you off,
just this once. Bend over."

Steve bent over and Nick crouched down beside him. First his unlocked the
chastity device, carefully setting it and the key outside the tub. Then his
stuck two fingers into his dad's abused hole, rubbing them around and
coating them with his come and his dad's ass juices. He stood straight once
more and tugged his dad up straight.

"Taste it, boy," he said, "and jerk yourself off." Steve's lips were around
his fingers in a second, and he immediately started to stroke his six-inch
cock. It was already swollen red and leaking precome like crazy, the
pent-up juices of three weeks of torment. He closed his eyes as he started
to feel tension build in his gut, and that was Nick's signal. He stepped
back and raised his cock up, and began to spray his dad down. As the teen's
hot piss rained across his body, Steve came with a cry. His cock spurted
again and again and again until it was finally spent. Piss spattered into
Steve's open mouth and he instinctively leaned forward to get his son's
cock in his mouth again, swallowing down even last drop.

"Mine," Nick said, hold his dad's head in his hands as his stream trickled
off.

"Yours," Steve agreed. He was never going to complain about his son - his
master - again.