Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2010 19:44:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Griffin <nicosar2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jock Son's Slave 5

Nick was a perfect high-school jock. Like many of the most atheletic teens,
he played more than one sport. One was football, where he played as the
quarterback. He liked to keep active in the off-season, though, and so he
also played baseball. He was a star at both sports and rumor had it that
the coaches had practically come to blows over who he belonged to, even
though he would only be just starting his junior year. Of course, the real
answer was that he belonged to himself, and they inevitably went along with
whatever he wanted. That was the way things always were with him. Nick has
so much force of personality and charisma that he could bend anyone to his
will.

His dad Steve was one person he had definitely dominated. Nick had seen him
at a BDSM club one night and discovered that his straight-laced dad was
actually a total cock whore. Of course, an alpha dog like Nick couldn't let
just any random bunch of guys fuck his own dad, and so he'd made Steve his
bitch. Now Steve was a complete sub for his son, and as every week passed
he found himself getting drawn into more and more kinds of submission that
he never would have tried with anyone else.

Near the end of the summer, there was an all-star baseball
tournament. Because it was several days long and several hours from the
team's home city, they had to stay in a hotel. You can imagine the kind of
antics that a bunch of horny teenagers could get up to in that kind of
situation, but unfortunately most of them had at least one parent with
them. Nick had Steve along, of course, but unlike his teammates Nick didn't
mind that one bit. There were two or three games every day; all that
activity and every win made him hornier and hornier. He couldn't fuck his
dad every time he wanted to, of course, since he had to save his energy for
the games, but he could still dump loads like crazy. He'd put one down his
dad's throat when he woke up, then again after breakfast before they left
for the field, and before each game he'd find time to do it again. Then at
night he would fuck his dad at least twice and sometimes three times. If he
was feeling tired, he would force Steve to ride him. Nick would even fall
asleep with his dick up his dad's ass. For the first three days of the
tourney he probably dumped a dozen loads every day into Steve.

Steve wasn't so lucky, though. The last time he had come was the day they
checked in. He had been on his back and his master had been pounding away
at his ass and then emptied a load into him. With his half-hard teen cock
still deep inside Steve's ass, Nick had jerked his dad off very slowly,
denying him permission to come for almost fifteen minutes. It felt like his
balls would explode any second, but like a good boy he didn't come. Finally
Nick gave the word and Steve blew his load all over his stomach, chest, and
even his chin. Nick wiped it up with his fingers and fed it all to
Steve. Then Nick started fucking him again, until he dumped another load in
him. He dug both loads out of Steve's ass with his fingers and fed that to
him as well. Then he locked Steve up with a chastity device for the
duration of the trip.

It didn't stop with that. Every morning, after taking a shit, Steve cleaned
out his hole with a shower attachment. Then Nick lubed him up and slid a
butt plug in. It was made of black silicone, had a blunt tip, was six
inches from the tip to where it narrowed down to the stem, and an inch and
a half in diameter.  Sadly it couldn't be bigger, since Steve had to be
able to get around, but it still made its presence well known throughout
the day. It was pure agony at times, especially during the day. He was
forced to watch his son run around while every time he sat, stood, or
shifted a little he got a reminder of the big hunk of meat that Nick's cup
hid. He had found watching his son play baseball to be disturbingly erotic
since Nick had started to turn into a man, around when he a little over
twelve. Even then Steve had wondered at times what it might be like to have
sex with the boy. Of course, at the time he had thought that even though he
mostly bottomed he would still be the one doing all the fucking, turning
his lithe little teenager into his bitch. Instead it was the other way
around and probably would have been even if Steve had tried back then. But
anyways, he loved watching them run around, especially on hot days when
they would glisten with sweat. The sweat was one of the things that really
set it apart from football. That had pure animalimistic, brutal
man-against-man action, but since baseball was more of a summer sport it
meant ninety degree weather and lots of sweaty boys. It was a smell Steve
was getting plenty of. Oh, sure, Nick would shower - he wouldn't want to
smell nasty around his friends - but he only soaped his pits, never his
crotch or ass. Those Steve got to clean up during their first evening suck
or fuck. Even more, Nick was wearing the same unwashed jock every single
day. In fact, it hadn't been washed since the start of the baseball
season. It smelled of pure teenage boy musk and piss and precome these
days. Nick wouldn't let him lick and suck on it like he wanted,
though. Steve was only allowed to smell right now. Otherwise he might suck
out all the boy-juice. He wouldn't mean to, of course, but it was better
not to tempt him. It made him incredibly horny and sometimes he would find
himself rubbing his ass against the stands to get more stimulation.

Of course, when he wasn't watching the game all that horniness was turned
into embarassment. It was one thing to be fucked like a completely slut in
private, or even to kneel at his son's feet at an S&M bar. It was another
to walk around with a plug up his ass in front of men and women who he had
been friends with since their sons had started playing ball together when
they were eight or nine. It was like that during dinner on the last evening
of the tournament. As incentive for playing well during the last two games
the next day, the parents took their sons out to a nice restaurant. They
sat at separate tables, of course, which meant there Steve was, in slacks
and a long-sleeve shirt, the perfect image of the businessman they all
thought he was, while in reality under his pants - his son, smiling, had
ordered him to take off his boxer - his cock was locked in a plastic sheath
and there was a smooth hunk of silicone holding his ass open and
occasionally grazing his prostate. It was the worst when he looked over and
saw Nick staring at him with a sly smile. Then he would blush and squirm in
his seat, to the point that one of his friends asked if he was feeling
well.

When they got back to the room, Nick said to Steve, "Kneel at the end of
the bed." Obediently Steve did so. Nick nudged him so that he was
positioned with his chest pressed against the bed, a little off of
center. Next, Nick got a tie, which he tied around Steve's head as a
blindfold. "Stay there," he ordered.

Steve obeyed, even as he heard Nick leave the room. He waited for quite a
while, certainly at least half an hour. Then the door opened and closed,
letting two people into the room. Steve heard the rustling of clothes being
shed and two young men breathing hard. One was his son but he didn't have a
clue who the other person was. The bed dipped as someone sat down right
next to Steve's head. A muscular leg pressed against his arm and side.

Nick grasped Steve's head and one of his shoulders and manhandled him over
so that he was kneeling between the now-spread legs of the unknown boy. The
teen was positioned so that his ass was right at the edge of the bed, and
Nick shoved Nick's face right against a smelly cotton jock.

"Clean that jock up for him, boy," Nick ordered. Steve eagerly
complied. Even if it wasn't his son's jock, it was still some teen boy's
jock and almost as sweet. He licked and mouthed it, feeling the mounds of
the teen's balls and the hard shape of his cock. It was maybe six inches,
perfectly respectable for a guy his age or any age, really, but still small
compared to his son's eight-incher. He kept licking and sucking on the
jock, methodically working his way up from the bottom and squeezing out
every last soaked-in drop of teen sweat. The whole time the boy moaned and
squirmed. When Steve reached the top of the jock, it was wet with
precome. He wrapped his mouth around the entire cockhead, making the cotton
soaking wet and sucking right through it. The teen didn't have nearly as
much self-control as Nick and came right then and there. Steve eagerly kept
sucking, trying to pull the come through the jock. He would have tried to
lick under it but he didn't have permission.

Nick pulled him back then forced his head lower again as the teen shifted
and lifted his legs up. "Open his hole up," Nick said.

Steve was in pig heaven now. The teen's hole was wet with sweat and stank
something awful, clearly not having showered at all since that
morning. Steve plunged his tongue into the raunchy ass and eagerly tasted
the rank mix of stale sweat and ass. He kept licking and probign until the
hole was stretched and clean.

Finally Nick pulled him back and moved him just a little, so that he wasn't
quite in the way more. Steve desperately wished he wasn't blindfolded. He
could hear the slick, wet sound of Nick shoving his lubed cock up the
teen's hole. Nick began to pound the boy relentlessly, his low-hanging
balls slapping against his ass each time he thrust deep. The teen began
moaning loudly and without any control, to the point that Steve wondered if
the people in the next room might hear.

"Shut up, bitch," Nick order, and the moans became quieter but more
desperate as the teen bit down on his lips. "Good bitch. God, you are so
tight. Have you ever been fucked before, bitch? Oh, this is sweet!" Nick
crowed. "I should have known you were an ass-virgin. It's only right that I
get to pop your cherry, fuck your ass in here just like I kicked it out on
the field, and breed your pussy for the first time. It won't be the only
time, I bet, because once I've fucked a guy he can never quite stop being a
bitch. You'll always remember how much you loved having this big, fat cock
splitting you open. You'll keep putting out for guys in the hope that you
can feel like that again, although you're not going to have any luck. Yeah,
you can't even deny it, because you know if you open your mouth you're
going to be screaming my name. Don't worry, bitch, me and my boy are going
to make you feel real nice."

Nick fucked him for what had to be a good half hour or more, driving Steve
wild with the sound of his cock sliding in and out of that ass. Finally he
came with a satisfied grunt. His cock pulled out with a pop. Then Steve
felt Nick's hand on his head again, guiding him back to the hole. He licked
and sucked his son's cream out of that ass until every last drop was down
in his own gut where it belonged.

"Suck him off," Nick ordered. Steve pulled the teen's cock free of the jock
and took it into his mouth. It didn't take long, since he was already
leaking precome like a hose because of Nick's hard fuck, and soon the teen
sent another load down Steve's throat.

"Go on, bitch, get your clothes on and get out of here." Once the teen had
scurried off in shame and with memories that he'd jack off to for years,
Nick pulled off the blindfold and patted Steve's head with a fond
smile. "You're a good boy. So very eager to please."

"Thank you, sir. I try, sir."

"I know, boy. Give me a minute and I'll get that plug out of you and fuck
you like you deserve."

The next morning, Steve woke Nick up with a blowjob, and ended up giving
him another before they left for the last set of games. Nick's team won, of
course, and Steve had to sit through a celebration dinner with the plug up
his ass once more. Since it was only seven when they were done, after that
they started the two-hour drive home. Nick drove as he often did when they
were riding together; Steve prefered to chauffer his son around because he
thought Nick drove too fast. He didn't say it aloud, of course, since he
couldn't critize his master over something so inherently manly as driving.

Halfway home, Nick pulled them over into a reststop. "I need a piss," he
announced as he climbed out of the car. Steve dutifully followed him inside
and to the restroom. It wasn't all that dirty, as such places went,
although it naturally reaked of piss. They entered the furthest stall from
the entrance. Nick turned around and leaned against the back wall, more or
less stradling the toilet. As Steve knelt down, he idly noted a hole cut in
the wall between stalls. He couldn't pay much attention, because his son
had just unzipped his jeans, tugged his jock aside, and pulled out his limp
cock. Steve leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the head. He was
quickly rewarded with a flood of warm liquid that filled his mouth and
forced him to gulp as fast as he could to keep it from spilling out. He
couldn't waste a drop of it, of course. Nick sighed happily as his bladder
emptied out. He had been getting a bit uncomfortable because he hadn't
pissed since lunch, saving it all up for his dad.

When Nick was done, Steve started to get up, only to stop when the outer
door opened and closed. Someone entered the next stall over. Once they were
in, Steve once more began to rise, only for Nick to stop him with a hand on
his shoulder. Then, when the sound of pissing stopped next door, he tapped
lightly on the stall divider. Then he stuck his finger through and made a
little wave motion. There was a seemingly long wait, although it probably
wasn't more than a few second, before the other guy appeared at the
hole. Part of him did, at any rate. All that Steve could see was a
hardening, uncut cock about five inches long, the surrounding bush, hairy
thighs, and a slightly portly stomach mostly covered with a rucked-up
wifebeater. He stuck his cock through and Steve went to work at it, sucking
expertly.

"Mmm, yeah," a rough, gravely voice mumured. "Just like that. That feels
real nice. Nothing like a good cocksucker before you hit the road
again. Mmm. Mmmm-hmmm. Oh, yeah, hear it comes."

The cock spurted its load out into Steve's mouth and he swallowed it
down. Just as quickly the man hiked up his pants and left. The stall wasn't
unoccupied for long, though, because a minute later two more men walked
in. One entered the stall while the other took the urinals.

"Dude," the later said, "why are you alway a pussy and use the stalls?"

"'Cause I don't like waving my cock around in public like your gay ass
does," the stall one replied. He was wearing board short and a t-shirt with
a beer logo on it. Steve bet he was a frat boy or something. He pulled out
his dick and pissed quickly, and once again Nick signaled him as he started
to finish. The frat boy hesitated even less than the first man and promptly
stuck his cock through. Steve sucked it down just like the first and soon
the frat boy blew his load.

"Hey brah, come over here," the frat boy said. "Check this out, brah!"

"What? Oh, sweet. That's awesome." The second frat pushed the first of out
his way and shoved his cock through. He didn't have any patience at all and
as soon Steve started sucking the frat boy began fucking his mouth. Steve
couldn't have pulled away if he wanted to because Nick held his head in
place. All he could do was let the frat ream his throat and shoot down
it. The two frats left laughing and joking with each other. After a few
minutes, Nick pulled Steve up and led him back to the car.

They were just pulling off the interstate and on to a local back road
leading to their home when Nick's cell rang. He put it up to his ear.

"Oh, hey. Yeah, I'm just about home. We just passed 500 North. Uh
huh. Yeah, sounds great. I'll catch you then."

Steve gave him a questioning look but Nick didn't glance his way, just kept
speeding down the road at about eighty. Several minutes later, the rear
window was lit up with blue and red lights as a police cruiser pulled out
from a side road and began following them.

"Well, shit," Steve said, his mind beginning to slowly drift from sub-space
to dad-space. "I've told you not to speed. You're paying the ticket, not
me." Not that it mattered, really, since Nick practically had free reign
over Steve's checking account in lieu of allowance these days.

"Dude, chill," Nick said with a smirk, pulling over. "I'll handle this."

A few minutes later, a cop came strolling up to Nick's rolled-down
window. He shined his flashlight in. "Evening. Do you have any idea how
fast you were just going?"

"Yes, officer, and I'm really sorry," Nick said with a smile. "I was in a
hurry and the speed limit slipped my mind."

"Slipped your mind. How old are you?"

"Seventeen, officer," Nick answered.

"Seventeen. Hope you don't pay your own insurance, son, because this is
gonna cost you."

"I really am sorry, officer," Nick said. He tipped his head toward
Steve. "Are you sure we can't work something out to keep this off the
record?"

The flashlight shined in Steve's face. "You his father?"

"Yes, sir."

"Huh." The cop waited a second, and then said, "There's an side road about
a third of a mile ahead on the right. Go down there and park, and don't do
anything stupid like try to flee the scene."

"Sure thing, officer," Nick said. Steve stared at him with wide eyes as
they drove on and turned down a dirt road that quickly left them out of
side of the main road. Nick stopped the car. Behind them, the cop car
stopped as well. "Come on, get out," Nick said, doing so himself. Steve did
so cautiously.

Two cops approached them, illuminated by the cruiser's headlights. The one
who had come up to the window the first time was a senior patrol cop who
looked about forty or so. He was heavy-set and beefy, but in a dense,
muscular way. The other cop was much younger, probably only early twenties,
and taller and more wiry. They both had the self-confident swagger of men
in control, although it seemed much more natural on the older cop.

"So," the older cop said. "You said you could work something out?"

"I did," Nick said. "How'd you like a nice blowjob?"

"You do that sort of thing? Blow random cops?"

"No, but he does," Nick said, planting a hand on Steve's shoulder and
forcing him down to his knees. He wanted to run away, but every instinct
both natural and pounded into him by Nick told him to stay put.

The younger cop raised an eyebrow. "Are we really thinking about this,
Dan?"

"You got anything better to do at nine thirty, Mike? We don't get off until
noon, unless we get off right now."

"When you put it like that, no," Mike said, "I can see what you mean."

"And that's why you're riding with me, rook. You need to learn how to enjoy
the perks if you want to make this a career." Dan stepped forward so that
Steve was eye to eye with his crotch, and for that matter the gun and
nightstick hanging on either thigh. "Well? Open up my fly."

"I... but..." Steve said. It felt like his mind was a car thick, slick ice,
completely out of control and spinning every which way. He'd dreamed of
sucking off a cop before, maybe even had in a club a few times without
knowing it, but actually being forced to kneel in front of one and do it
right in front of his son was another thing entirely. And that was another
thing, because he loved serving his son but being whored out just to
prevent a ticket was a bit much even for him, nevermind the three loads in
his stomach from the reststop gloryhole.

"Pfff, typical," Dan said. "I don't know if this bastard is deliberately
trying to resist or just too stupid to follow direction." He nodded to his
partner, who stepped around behind Steve, pulled his arms back, and cuffed
him. Now Steve felt more vulnerable than ever.

"Don't worry, officer," Nick said, reaching around the cop to unbutton and
unzip the cop's pants, then pulling his half-hard dick free of the fly of
his boxers. "He's just a little slow, is all. He'll do a good job, I
swear. Won't you, dad?"

Steve had no choice now but to lean forward and start sucking. Dan's cock
was a bit over six inches but fat, fatter even than Nick's, and
uncut. Steve slid his tongue under the loose foreskin and swirled it
around, tasting the wonderful built-up sweat and musk there. Without his
hands all he could do was work the cock with his mouth. He started bobbing
on it, going a little bit deeper each time, until his nose was right to the
opening of Dan's boxers, where there was a tuff of pubes sticking out along
with his cock.

Dan moaned appreciatively as Steve worked. "Oh, yeah, this is so worth
it. This cocksucker's mouth is so sweet."

He planted a big, strong hand on the back of Steve's neck and started to
fuck his mouth. He took his sweet time, sliding his cock in and out slowly,
burying it right into Steve's throat and holding for a few seconds each
time. His precome left a trail along Steve's tongue each time. Finally Dan
pulled out and with a couple of quick strokes he brought himself
off. Cop-cum spattered all over Steve's face, a dozen or more shots leaving
him covered with it.

"Hey, Mike, get some pictures of that," Dan said with a laugh as he tucked
himself back into his pants. Steve heard the click of a camera phone going
off.

"Wow," Mike said. "I've seen some slutty bitches before, but this takes the
cake. Hey, kid, does he take it up the other end?"

"Does he ever," Nick said. "Take a shot if you want."

The two cops hauled Steve up onto his feet and marched him over to the car,
where they bent him over the trunk. One of them undid Steve's belt and
tugged his pants down around his hips before kicking his feet further
apart. Steve was left completely exposed.

"Hey, look at that," Mike said. "He's already stuffed full. And what the
hell is this thing?" He tugged at the chastity device restraining Steve's
cock.

"Looks like someone doesn't want him to get off," Dan said. "I don't blame
him, since I bet this little slut would be rutting against everything if he
could."

Mike pulled the plug from Steve, making him whimper. He stuck his finger
inside the hole and said, "Wow, he's real loose and wet."

"Now, remember, Mike, you should always use a rubber when you fuck an
unfamiliar hole," Dan said. "You never know where these sluts have been."

"Aww, man, I don't have one!"

"Well, I bet you'll be okay just this once."

That was all the permission Mike needed to pull his own cock out of his
fly, not even bothering to waste time with undoing his heavy belt and
dropping his pants, and shove it in. Steve yelped as he was violated,
because the cop cock was almost as big as his son's and even wearing a plug
for most of the day couldn't prepare him for a rough entry. Then he moaned,
because the cock slammed right into his prosate.

"I think he likes it," Mike grunted as he starting pounding Steve. "Oh,
yeah, he sure does. He keeps clenching around me. Shit, this is so
great. Pussy's got nothing on this."

"Tell me about it," Dan said, giving Steve a slap on the ass. "I can never
decide what's better: a slut like this who can work you real nice, or
fucking some straight guy who's desperate not to be taken in. I love the
way they howl when they get fuck the first time."

"Shit, that would be so hot."

"Next time we get a chance, I'll teach you how to tell which ones will do
it and show you how to break him in."

"Awesome." The whole time the young stud kept slamming away. He was had a
hell of a lot of stamina, not letting up at all as the fuck kept going on
and on. Finally he said, "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna shoot." He gripped Steve's
hips hard and pounded in one last time, emptying his balls as he
did. Finally he stumbled back with a wide grin on his face.

"That was sweet."

"Hey, kid," Dan said. "You ever fucked your old man?"

"All the fucking time," Nick bragged. "He wouldn't know what to do without
my cock."

"How about you give it to him right now?"

"Sure thing, officer."

And that was exactly what Nick did. He shoved his cock right on in,
lubricated by the cop come already there, and started fucking his dad hard.

"Tell them how much you love my cock, boy," Nick ordered.

"I love it so much, sir," Steve moaned. "I love a big, hard cock and you've
got one of the biggest and hardest around. I love having your teen
fuckstick in me, sir. It makes me so horny to know that a teenage jock is
using my ass. And, oh God, I love being used by my own son. It's so damned
wrong, but I love serving your every need, being your cumdump, taking your
loads down my throat and up my ass every day. I wish you had started
fucking me earlier, sir. Ever time I think of all those loads you must have
blown while jerking off I wish I had caught every one of them. I wish I
could have sucked down your first come and that the first thing you ever
fucked was my ass. Please, sir, fuck me, breed me, sir!"

Nick nutted then, his come mixing with Mike's, and once he was done he
stepped back and held up his arms. "Wooo! Fuck, yeah!"

The cops starting laughing and clapping. "Well, nice to see he knows his
place," Dan said. "Mike, help the gentleman back into his seat. I don't
think he can walk after those fucks."

Steve was uncuffed and the younger cop helped him stumble around the car to
the passenger side, where he flopped into the seat. He was half-unconcious
from the fucks he had just gotten. Mike grinned at him and buckled him up,
patting him on the head like a good dog before he closed the door. Steve
could just hear a conversation still going on outside.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen, Nick," Mike said. "Only you
could fuck your own dad like that, or be cocky enough to do it in front of
two cops."

"Hey, man, what can I say? I'm a stud. And hell, you two were pretty damned
hot yourselves. Seeing cops use a guy like that was great."

"Maybe you can ride with us sometime and see it again," Dan said. "Mike's
gonna need help learning how to make straight dudes love his cock."

"Fuck you, man," Mike said. "I can just fuck 'em senseless."

"Maybe, but it's more fun to make them really beg. I'll catch your around,
kid."

"Looking forward to it, officer." A few seconds later Nick slid into the
driver's seat. "Great work, boy. You really impressed my friend there. In
fact, you've done great work all week. So you know what? When we get home,
I'm going to free your cock and fuck you again. And if you don't come, I'll
give you a real special treat and blow you. How's that sound?"

"Great, sir," Steve mumbled. "Thank you, sir. I don't deserve it."

"Sure you do. You're the best bitch dad in the world." Nick grinned
wickedly. "Beside, you'll just end up begging even more after you get
finished with this exprience."

Steve groaned, knowing he was doomed.