Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2000 00:01:48 EST
From: DennisR539@aol.com
Subject: My Master, My Son (part 6) Incest/gay, Authoritarian/gay,Urination/gay

This story is about male on male sex. It involves men and boys, some of whom
are related. If you do not like that kind of thing you are free to exercise
your right NOT to read it. If you are underage, you should be doing homework
right now and not playing around in this kind of site. So depart.

If you like it, let me know. Since the story is fantasy, the characters do
not practice safe sex. You should, however. Besides, I can not think of
anything safer than a JO to a story. Email me if you want to make some
comments.

Read Parts 1-5 to understand this part.

My Master, My Son (Part 6)
By Dennis

Chapter 11- A Cop Comes To Call

In spite of being tired from my all night activities, I was required to clean
up the mess the boys had made of the kitchen. I also had to make their beds.
Finally they permitted me to go down to the basement to sleep. Nothing had
changed.

I could not get my encounter with Sgt. Gordon out of my head. I had heard
Thebold telling him how he had gotten me from Chuck  for the night. As he
explained my sexual servitude and slavery to the boys, my being always naked
in the house, the S and M stuff in the basement, , Gordon kept looking over
at me. There had been a strange smile on his face.

Chuck had asked me about the night at Thebold's. I left out the Gordon's name
when describing the events. Two things seemed to intrigue him the most. One
was my servicing the big bear, Charlie. The other was my sucking and getting
fucked by Paul while restrained. He had a strange look when I told him about
that. He was cooking up something. I could tell.

Nothing unusual happened for several days. After the weekend, I went back to
work. As for home, well it was  forced sex with the boys, chores around the
house and torture in the basement. The new intercom got lots of use. Like I
said, nothing unusual. That is until Friday afternoon.

Chuck had  come home after school. I went to the basement while he stayed
upstairs and watched TV. It was rainy, so the whole house was quiet. Then the
door chime sounded. I heard Chuck open the door. The next sound I heard was a
surprise. It was the voice of Gordon. I listened through the floor.

"Hello Chuck. Long time no see. Been behaving yourself?"

"Sergeant. Would you like to come in? Can I get you a soda or something?"

"Make it a beer. I am off duty."

"Oh. Well since you are still in uniform, I thought..."

"In fact I am off for the next week. I have some comp time coming. Thought I
would take it. I have a cabin by a lake. Thought I would do some fishing.
Hey, you're off too, right? Winter Break?"

There was the sliding and squeak of chairs in the dining room as they sat
down. Then Chuck said, "Yeah. But I am not going anywhere. So, what can I do
for you, Gordy? I know you had my address but I thought we agreed that we
would meet downtown somewhere."

Not what the hell was he talking about?

"Your dad here? That is his car in the driveway, right.?"

"Why?"

"You've been holding back on me, kid. Last weekend I went to a card game at
Thebold's. Guess who I saw there?" There was silence. "That's right, your
Dad. Thebold told me about the little arrangement that you and those other
two have going here."

"You know how I treat him?"

"Yes. And I love it. You know Chuck,  I thought we had an agreement. I give
you protection for your `business' and you give me  access to the three of
you when I want it. Now I find out that there is a fourth boy and that you
have this slave. And best of all, he's your Dad."

So, Gordon knew about Chuck and the others. That's why the strange look at
Thebold's.

"The other guy is Anthony Parisi, that wrestler from the high school." said
Chuck. "He doesn't turn tricks so I figured he was not part of the deal"

Gordon laughed, "He part of this arrangement here?"

"Sort of. He doesn't live here. He lives with his father and brother."

"Then he's part of it now. Chuck let me tell you something you may or may not
know. The idea of having sex with a father and a son at the same time is a
big fucking turn on. Ever since Friday I have been hard just thinking about
having a little party with you and your Dad. I just didn't have the time
until today. With you in control of him, shit, I just have to do it with you
two. I know about where you keep him. Let's get him up here."

After a pause the intercom came on, "Pig! Here!"

I ran upstairs and stood in front of Chuck, looking at the floor.

"Nice touch, Chuck."

"Thank's Gordy. He is my willing slave, aren't you pig?"

"Yes, Master."

Gordon laughed, "That's fucking great. Okay, here's what. Let's have sex. The
three of us. It's been a while since I collected on my `pay'. Hahaha! Wish
the town paid me some of that along with the pittance I get for my job."

"I thought they paid cops pretty good?"

"Nope. Adequate to let them recruit but not nearly enough."

I looked at Chuck's face. It was as if I could read his mind. "Jesus!", he
was thinking, "Another fucking loser!" All he said out loud was, "That's a
shame."

"Now Chuck, how about it. I have the time and so do you and your dad. Let's
party a little."

"Yeah, we can, but stop saying  he's my "dad". He's my pig slave and that's
it."

"Hey, what ever floats your boat Chuck. When we play, can I tell him what to
do?"

"Yep. Hear that, pig? You follow his orders as if they were mine."

"Yes, Master! I will."

"Come on. Let's use my bedroom. Nice big bed. Better than doing it under the
viaduct in the patrol car like we usually do."

"Sure, but give me a minute. I want to put my equipment in my car trunk."

"You didn't bring a patrol car, did you? Wouldn't want to upset the
neighbors?"

"No. It's my own."

"Good. I will meet you upstairs. The pig will show you the way. I am going to
bring up a couple of beers. That alright?"

"Sounds fine."

When Gordon returned, I led him up the stairs. That's when he saw the butt
plug. "That to keep you open?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good!"

When we walked into the bedroom, Chuck was laying on the bed, naked. I
noticed that there were ropes with loops attached to the head board.

"You have one fine looking body, Chuck. You and the others get me hard just
looking at you."

I could see that was just what had happened. There was a tent made by his
cock in his uniform pants. It was bulging out under  the buckle of his belt."

Gordon said, "Pig, come over here and undress me."

I started toward him but Chuck said, "No, don't get naked. Lets do this with
you wearing your uniform. When I do you in the car, it is so hot that you are
in uniform. It's like I am some kid sucking your cock or getting fucked
because I don't want to be arrested."

"Later we can have some hot regular sex. Right now, play this out all the
way. In my desk drawer, there are handcuff's. Put them on the pig.  I will
put my hands through these ropes so that it's like I am tied up. Then we can
make like you are raping me in front of my dad."

"Yeah, I get it. Yeah, that would be hot. In a way I am. He ever see you have
sex with another man?"

"No. He's never seen me suck cock or get fucked. Look, you have a good
imagination, make a scene out of it. You decide what we will do. Make it up
as you go along. A cop rapes a kid and his dad. I like it."

"Yeah, so do I. Okay! Hear that pig? Play it that way."

Now, that was a really erotic scenario Chuck and Gordon were cooking up. I
had gotten this great fucking hardon.

As Gordon was putting on the cuffs, he said "You know the pig has one great
looking cock. Ever suck it?"

"No. I am the Master here, not him."

"So you have fucked him?"

"All the time. Tell him pig. How do we do it?"

"Yes, Master. Sir, I suck his cock and then sit on it. I have to do all the
work."

"That sounds so fucking great. I want to see that."

"Hey Gordy, remember, you are deciding what to do. If you like the idea,
let's do it!", as Chuck slipped his wrists through the loops. "Oh, and pig. I
am going to call you Dad during this. I want you to call me Chuck or Son. But
don't let it go to your head. You will still be the pig, as far as we are
concerned."

"Yes, Master!"

Gordon picked up Chuck's boxers and put them into his mouth like a gag then
he pulled me out into the hall. He took out the butt plug. "We are going to
start from here." Then he pushed me roughly into the room.

It was a hot looking scene too. My son is tied up, naked in the bed. I am his
father, cuffed and being pushed into the room, unaware of what lay ahead. I
was glad that I had the rawhide around the base of my dick. Otherwise I might
have cum just from the idea.


Chapter 12- All The World's A Stage

"Get your fucking ass in there."

"What are you going to do? Why are you doing this?"

"Because I am the law in this town. Your kid is in real fucking trouble for
what he did. Dealing drugs to little children and right in the school you
teach in too.  I intend to punish the two of you for what you have done. You
and this brat are going to service me. Then I intend to whip your asses. By
the time I get done with you, you won't ever want to do something like that
again. No fucking courts, just me as judge, jury, and executioner."

"But I didn't know anything about it."

"You had to know. He was doing right under your nose. You're not stupid,
Martin."

"But I did not know."

"Even if you didn't, you should have. You know what would happen if this went
to court? He would end up in jail, maybe even the state prison. You know what
happens to pretty white boys in our state prisons? They get raped by black
cons and turned into whores for the `bruthas'."

He forced me to my knees next to the bed. Chuck was acting straining like he
was trying to get loose, thrashing about.

"So, kid, you don't like what is about to happen? Good. That's the idea. I am
going to make you and your dad here feel what its like to be in control of
someone else, just like you would have ended up in control of those children,
once you had them addicted."

"Please, don't do this to us. He's my son."

He unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard fuck stick and his balls. "Now,
suck me!"

"No" and I turned my head. He forced me back to where I was staring at his
piss slit and held my head on both sides so I could not move it. He pushed
the tip of his cut cock until it pushed against my lips.

"Doesn't seem that you have a choice, does it. Now get that fucking mouth
open."

"Please!" I said.

"Do it or you are going to be very sorry."

I parted my lips and he jammed his cock into my mouth. He pushed it towards
the back of my throat. I gagged and made a retching sound.

He pulled it back and said, "Don't you fucking throw up on me. Now let's try
it again. You can get that baby down your throat.", and he pushed it in
again. This time I acted like I was having trouble doing it. I wasn't. After
Paul, I don't think I will ever not be able to deep throat. Gordon was big,
maybe 7 and 1/2 inches, and fairly fat, but it wouldn't be a challenge.

As he fucked my face he was saying, "That's it Dad, get it nice and hard. The
cock you are sucking is going into your son's asshole. Like that? You are
helping me rape your son."

I tried to murmur my distress but all I could manage of `No, please!' was
"Nuuuu, heeeee!"

He pulled his cock back to the front of my mouth, "Now, A little tongue
action, Dad. Lets make love to it."

I moved my tongue around the head. Without the use of my hands, it was
difficult, but I must have been doing a good job from the delighted noises he
was making. Then he pushed me off his cock.

"Now, lick my balls. They are going to make the load that will be left in
your son's butt. Ooooo, nice. You have a very talented mouth, Dad. A real
pro! Now kiss each one and tell them how much you appreciate what they will
give your unworthy son."

In between kisses. "Thank you for making the sperm that will go into my son's
ass."

"Now bring up some really good spit and use your tongue to get my cockhead
nice and slippery." I did as I was told. "Now,  say something nice to it"

"And thank you for delivering that cum deep inside my son."

He pulled me by the hair  and forced me to stand. Pushing me towards the head
of the bed, he told me to climb up and straddle Chuck's face. Because of the
cuffs he had to help me. When I was situated,  my cock was just over my son's
face. He unbuckled his pants and dropped them and his briefs to his knees.

Chuck was rolling his hips from side to side and making sounds of fright and
protest through the gag. Gordon climbed awkwardly onto the bed and  forced my
son's legs  apart. Then he reached down and pulled out Chuck's gag.

"No. No. No. Please you can't fuck me. Please, I am just a kid. I didn't mean
to do it, I swear. You can"t do this to me. Dad, please stop him. Don't let
him do this!"

"Oh yes I can. And your dad is going to watch it  happen."

I added my protests to Chuck's, "No, you can't do this. It's not right. He's
just a child."

He lifted Chuck's legs, raising his ass and spitting up some mucus, rubbed it
into Chuck's hole, fingering him when he did "Shut the fuck up." Then to me,
"You say one more thing and you will get raped next."

Gordon's cock was still wet from my work on it. He grabbed Chuck's legs at
the calf and pushed them up exposing his butthole. He positioned the head and
thrust it through the opening. Chuck screamed in pain. In one motion he drove
his dick in until his balls were slapping against my son's ass.

"Please Dad, stop him. He's hurting me. It hurts too much. Stop! STOP! Please
take it out. I can't stand it." He arched and bucked as if  trying to get the
cock out of him.

Then the rapist stopped, leaned forward and pushed down on my cock until the
head was as my son's lips. With his other hand he twisted one of Chuck's
nipples. When he opened his mouth to scream, Gordon pushed my cock head
between his lips and almost in one motion pulled me forward so that I ended
laying on Chuck's abdomen with my face against his crotch  . My dick had bent
down and back and lodged itself  in my son's mouth. I could hear him gagging
on it. Then pulling my head up by the hair he pushed Chuck's cock into my
mouth.

"Now  watch me fuck him!", he said as he started long strokes in and out of
the asshole. I just watched in fascination as my only son was fucked. The
cock moved in and out in long strokes, the head almost coming out before it
was forced back in. Chuck was grunting in time to Gordon's thrusts.

The strokes shortened and quickened. Gordon yelled, "Here it comes kid. Then
he pushed all the way in and stopped and moaned with each shot. "You, Dad,
Your son is taking my jism. He's taking like a woman. He's your  son and he's
getting my cum in him."

When he was done, he pulled out. Again pulling me by the hair so that my face
came up and the dick in my mouth slid out, he put his cock at my lips and
growled, "Now clean it, Dad. Clean the cock that was just in your son."

When I was done the cop lifted up and forward with Chuck's legs so that his
wide open asshole was exposed. He pushed  my face onto my son's ass so that
my lips were at his asshole.  Then pushing my mouth towards it  he said,
"Lick that hole. Clean out my cum. But don't swallow it!" Twisting my head,
"Now, show it to me. That's it"

I thought we were done. Instead, he pushed me back so that I was again
kneeling. He awkwardly got off the bed. Then pulling me, he forced me down
the bed over Chuck's body I protested, "No, you can't. He's my son. This is
not right."  I knew what Gordon intended.

"Now, straddle his hips" I crawled forward, helped by Gordon, and moved my
knees over and to either side of his thighs. Chuck was sobbing.

Reaching behind me, Gordon held up Chuck's fuckstick and said, "Now, sit on
it!"

Again I protested. "No, you can't. it's not right for a man to get fucked by
his son."

"Do it!", came the order.

I eased down. The head slipped easily through my greased pussy. Then, as well
as I could with my hands cuffed behind my back, I moved my butt up and down,
clinching my pussy muscles. Chucked arched and said "No, he's my father. You
can't make me do this."

All I could say was, "I am sorry, Son."

Gordon had removed the rawhide and was jerking me off while I worked at
getting Chuck off. He pushed me down when he realized that Chuck was cumming.
The boyjuice spurted into me. The mental and physical stimulation caused me
to cum too and I shot my. When it was over. I was pushed to the side so that
the cock came out of my ass with a plop.

>From Gordon, "God Jesus, that was the most fantastic thing I have ever seen.
Or done. Whew!"

"Gordy, that was great. I wondered how you were going to get me off.", said
Chuck.

The three of us were breathing heavily as my son undid the ropes on his
wrists. After we rested a while, Gordon removed my cuffs.

"After all that, I could use a drink." It was Gordon, "Something stronger
than beer."

"I have some good Irish Whisky in my closet. Pig go down and get a couple of
glasses and ice." Chuck poured a liberal dose over the cubes, "None for you
pig, You are not worthy."

Gordon downed his quickly and Chuck poured him another that he sipped at.
Chuck wasn't drinking his.
"Why did you put the pig's cock in my mouth? Why did you jerk the pig off."

"You said you had never sucked him. Hey, we adults have to stick together."
Gordon threw back his head and laughed. I looked at Chuck and saw a momentary
flash of pure hatred. Then Gordon said, "Now let me get out of these clothes.
I want to have just fun sex with the both of you, as soon as I recover.

He staggered as he stood up, "What the fuck?" and pitched forward onto the
floor, unconscious.

"Master, what happened?"

"That stuff worked quicker than I thought it would. I wondered how I was
going to get it into him. He made it nice and easy.  Okay, pig. Help me. We
are going to put him into the desk chair."

Still not understanding what was going on, I lifted the dead weight of the
cop and put him into the chair. Chuck pulled his hands roughly behind the
chair back and attached the cuffs. "Get those shackles out of my closet, then
feed them around the supports and latch them onto his ankles."

When we were done, Chuck went to the book shelf. Reaching up and under a
cloth I had not noticed before, he pulled down the video camera and turned it
off. He had taped the entire thing. But why? He used a video tape to force my
compliance. Was that his plan? Get something on Gordon? What does he gain? As
I thought about what might be in my son's mind I heard the arrival of Juan
and Miller.

Using the intercom, my son called for the two boys to come upstairs. Arriving
at the door, they gasped. They stared at the bound and sleeping cop. Miller
was the first to speak, "What the fuck are you doing? Shit, that's Gordon!"

"He came here today. He was at Thebold's little party last week. He
recognized the pig. Thebold told him about the trade off and the set up we
have. He wanted to have a father/son/Gordon sex party."

"Ya know, every time I have tried to ease out from under his thumb, he has
made more demands. This was the last straw. You know that whisky we doctored
with the knockout drops. I used it on him. He sucked down a shot and went out
like a light. But before he did, he got his wish, hahahahaha. Wait until you
see the tape I made of the session."

Then to me, "You stay here with him. I want to know the second he comes to.
Oh, and pull his cock and balls out of his pants. I want him like that and in
his uniform." Then, to the boys, "Lets go down to the den. I want to see what
I have here. I think I had it set just right. If I did,  you are going to see
one hot porn flick. And the fun part is that all the action was his idea.
You'll see what I mean."

They went downstairs to the den. Faintly, in between in between the hoots and
laughter of the boys,  the dialogue that had been used during our scene
floated up the stairs . From the sound I also knew that they ran several
scenes over a couple of times. I even heard applause. then it stopped and
there was just the murmur of their discussion. I could make out no details,
so I went over to Gordon's limp body.

I reached down and pulled his limp equipment over the top of his briefs and
out through his still opened fly. They were mighty pretty. The cock jutted
out slightly from his body then curved down over his nuts. That obscene
mushroom head rested on the leather of the chair. I could make out the silky
blond pubic hair around his cock and balls. I felt it with my fingers. I ran
my hands over his body, feeling it through the fabric of his uniform. I was
hard again. Lifting up his head, I rubbed the head of my dick over his face,
pushing it against his lips. He continued to sleep

The eroticism of the entire situation was too much. After checking that the
boys were occupied down stairs I decided to break one of their rules. I
started jerking off. As I approached climax I lifted up his head  so that it
rested against the back of the chair. I pulled his jaw down so that his mouth
was open.  I moved forward between his spread knees. Placing my cockhead just
through his lips, I shot my cum into his mouth. It was not a major load but
there was about three really good spurts followed by a couple of short small
ones. He coughed a little and moved his tongue. I figured the jis was being
spread around his mouth. After he was again still I rubbed the head around
the outside of his lips and squeezed out the remaining pig juice. Then I
pushed his jaws closed.

The boys threw some food into the microwave. Anthony had come over and he
brought some up for me. When he saw Gordon, all he could do was whistle and
say "Shit, I didn't believe it." Then he went back down.

After a couple of hours, Gordon started to stir. He complained about how his
head felt. When he realized that he was immobile, he looked up and saw me.

"What the hell is this? Where is that prick son of your's? Why am I bound to
this chair? Ohhhh...my head."

I went into the bathroom and got 4 Exedrine and some water. He continued to
protest, his voice getting louder and louder. I went to the intercom and
informed the boys that their prisoner was awake. Then I returned to Gordon
and said, "Here. take these. You will feel better."

He shut up as I put the pills in his mouth and held the glass so that he
could take sips of water. Then he finished the rest of the glass.

"My mouth tastes like crap."

I smiled and thought , "Actually Gordy baby, it's cum you taste. Like it?"

When the boys came into the room, the cop started screaming  a stream of
invectives at them. He twisting and moving as if he were trying to get loose.
Chuck went over to him and backhanded him across the face a couple of times.

He stopped in shock. i don't think he had ever been slapped before, certainly
not by some 15 year old. Miller reached down and picked up the underwear that
had been used as a gag. Walking behind Gordon he pulled it into his mouth and
tied it behind his head. "There, that should keep him quiet."

Chuck was still naked. His dick and balls swayed as he moved around Gordon.

"Well, Gordy, so nice to see you awake. Yes, I did give you something to
knock you out, so you can stop wondering."

Juan handed him the tape. Turning, he slipped it into the VCR and turned on
the TV.

"I have a little something I want you to see", and pressed Play.

He had positioned the camera well. He caught Gordon's and my entrance. It
showed the complete bed. The focus was good too. No close ups, but he clearly
got all the action. Chuck leaned over and told me to get on the floor and put
the cop's cock in my mouth and suck on it. I could not see the screen but
Gordon was affected by it. Between my manipulations and the pictures, he got
hard. I could hear the sound. It was Gordon's voice demanding and ordering,
and ours protesting. By the end of the screening, Gordon was hard as a rock.
Chuck pulled me off the dick.

"I don't want him cumming. I just wanted to see if he liked it. Well Gordy,
enjoy that? I bet I could have that sold to an underground porn operation
quick. They would pay good money, especially if I told them you were a real
cop and I was 15. Probably get a pretty wide distribution too. I don't think
it would appear on "Cops" but who knows where it would end up and who would
see it.

Gordon's eyes got wide. He was frightened of the idea. There was a muffled,
"No! No! No!" and then some other sounds as he tried to protest.

My son looked down on the bound up cop and said, "Shut the fuck up! Now, I am
going to make you an offer you can't refuse."  All the boys laughed.

End of part 6

To be continued.