Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 13:00:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Influence - Chapter 7

This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in
my fevered imagination. This story features sex between
adults and willing minors, both family and non-family
members. If you're not into that or if you are not of an
age to be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If
you wish to provide feedback, you can contact me at
t_jon15@yahoo.com. I've really enjoyed the great comments
so far. Keep 'em coming! Several of you have asked if I
have had personal experience with incest. I have not. But
if you have, I'd love to hear about it! Anything you write
to me will go no further.

An additional note: I do not advocate for incest. I see
where it can be a beautiful thing, but I really am not
suggesting that anyone engage in it. I also am not in favor
of sex with underage boys or girls or unsafe sex. I
personally find bare sex to be more interesting and
conducive to fantasy, but I beg of you: use a condom if you
are having anal sex with an actual live person. I speak
from sad personal experience that HIV/AIDS is very real and
is not to be taken lightly.


Chapter 7 - Bad Influence

	The next day, I was feeling somewhat out of sorts. I
was disappointed because my day with Mickey had been cut
short mid-morning. I had made toast with jelly and coffee,
and Mickey and I were eating in bed when we heard the
doorbell.

	"Who could that be?" I climbed out of bed and pulled
on a pair of shorts. I discovered on my front step a fairly
handsome young man who had every facial piercing a person
could have Ð lip, eyebrow, a ring in his nose, multiple ear
piercings, a tiny stud on his nose. Tattoos curled up from
the neckline of his T-shirt that appeared to be vines
reaching for his ears and his chin. He had full sleeve
tattoos on both arms Ð a tangle of flowers, trees and
exotic birds.

	"Can I help you?"

	He grunted, "Yeah. Is Mickey here?"

	"Can I ask who you are?"

	"I'm Drew. I work for Buck Calhoun. I'm here to take
Mickey home."

	From behind me, Mickey said, "Drew, I don't want to go
home yet."

	"Too fuckin' bad, kid. Get your clothes on and get out
here."

	"Damn it, Drew!" I turned and looked at Mickey. He was
standing there, naked, his arms crossed over his chest.

	"Don't fuck with me, boy. You're in enough trouble
already!"

	"Does Dad know?"

	"Yes, he does. The police called him."

	"Fuck!" Mickey's clothes were still on the chair where
he had left them the evening before. He stepped over to
them and began to pull on his shorts.  "Damn it! I'm
entitled to a social life!"

	"You keep playing games and driving around, you're
gonna be socializing with a big hairy guy named Bruno down
at the jailhouse. But you'd probably like that!"

	"Like you're one to talk!"

	I had stepped back and was listening to this exchange.
"Mickey, is there anything I can do to help?"

	"No, Mike. I'm really sorry. You've been great." He
hugged me and gave me a lingering kiss. Drew cleared his
throat. I glanced over to see him rolling his eyes.

	"Get your ass in gear!" Drew turned and was headed
down the steps and the front sidewalk. Mickey slipped his
feet into his flip-flops. I glanced out to see that his car
was gone.

	"What happened to your car?"

	"Frank is probably driving it home. Frank and Drew are
a team."

	"They work for your father?"

	"Yeah. Drew home-schools my brothers. Frank takes care
of things around the house."

	"Drew is a teacher?"

	"Yeah, he is. Doesn't look like one, does he. But he's
certified with the state. He was working for my dad at one
of the stores when Dad found out his background. He got
into trouble for messing with a kid at a high school in
Columbus. He was eventually cleared and kept his license,
but no school system would hire him as a teacher again. So
he went to work for my father."

	"What's with all the tattooing and piercing?"

	"If you work at a dirty bookstore in a bad
neighborhood, you gotta look the part."

	I shook my head. At that moment, there was pounding on
the frame of the glass outside door. "Listen, dickhead! I
ain't gonna say it again! Get out here!"

	"Fuck off, Drew!" Mickey pecked me on the cheek.
"Thanks for a great time. I'll see you soon!" With that, he
headed out the door. Drew cuffed him on the ear. "Fuck you
in hell, Drew!"

	They hurried down the sidewalk, both of them obviously
very angry. Mickey towered over Drew, but I had a feeling
that Drew had the upper hand. I was sad for Mickey and
frustrated on his behalf. I closed the door. Suddenly I
felt silly that I had taken a day off work. It was not
working out the way I had hoped it would.

	Mickey and I had quite a night together. I fucked him
a second time, taking my time, working us both up to a
fever pitch. We concentrated on remaining silent so as not
to disturb Mark. Somehow it made the experience that much
more intense. Mickey shot twice without touching himself. I
finally blew a huge load up his fabulous ass. I left my
cock soaking in his ass, my hairy chest pressing against
his back. We fell asleep that way.

	Later in the night, around three in the morning, I
awoke to find Mickey moving back and forth on my cock.
"Fuck me again, Mike!" I didn't know if I had it in me or
not, but I was determined to give it my best shot. I pushed
him to where he was laying on his stomach. I proceeded to
drill his ass hard, going in as deeply as I possibly could.
He was gasping and moaning. I was amazed that it took me a
very short time to shoot another load into his gut. This
time, I flipped him onto his back and took his cock into
his mouth, his PA clacking against my teeth. He fucked into
my mouth four or five times and shot down my throat. I was
sure Mark had to have heard him as he cried out. He pulled
me up to where we could kiss. "Mike, you are the best!"

	I answered him, "No, you are. Now let's get some
sleep!" I was on my back. Mickey was on his side with his
arm thrown across my chest.

At seven in the morning, I awoke again to find Mickey
sucking my cock. I stroked the back of his head. I felt as
though my balls were shriveled up from overuse. "Mickey Ð
there's nothing left. Let's take a break, OK?"

"Sorry, Mike. It's just such a great cock." Mickey
licked up the side of it and kissed the head. He then
pulled himself up to where we were laying face to face. I
kissed him tenderly. Right about then, Mark stuck his head
in the door and said good-bye. He was on his way to school.

We dozed off and remained asleep until nine a.m. Then
ensued our interrupted breakfast and the scene with Drew.
Now that Mickey was gone, I realized I was exhausted. I
went to the kitchen and put on another pot of coffee. I
waited impatiently for it to brew. Once it was ready, I
poured a cup and carried it up the stairs to my bathroom
where I took a leisurely shower. I was trying to sort out
my feelings. I had gone from being suspicious and mildly
contemptuous of Mickey to now wondering if I was falling in
love. I wasn't sure what it was about this boy that had me
in such a state.

After my shower, I dried off, finished my coffee, and
fell back into my bed. I was sound asleep when I was
awakened by a noise downstairs. It took me a minute to get
my bearings. I realized no one should be in my house but
me. I made a move to get up when I heard a familiar voice
that chilled me. "Stay right there." It was Officer Marcus
from the day before. Only this time he was standing in my
bedroom door, wearing a pair of tight shorts and a wife-
beater tank. Peeking around him was a thuggish-looking
teenager.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

The apparently off-duty policeman ignored me. "Come
on, Orlando Ð we got work to do." He strode into my room
with the young man, apparently his son, on his heels. I sat
up in my bed. Marcus stepped up to the side of the bed and
pushed me onto my back and then flipped me onto my stomach.
I found I was powerless to stop him. "Hold him down,
Orlando."

"What are you Ð" I got that much out before Marcus
grabbed the shorts I had taken off and thrown onto the
floor before taking my shower and stuffed them into my
mouth.

"Don't open that pretty mouth again until we tell you
to," he growled. I was beginning to fear for my life.

Orlando was laying across my shoulders. He was heavy
enough that he prevented me from being able to get up, try
as I might. I felt Marcus pulling my feet apart, and then I
was completely unbelieving as I felt rope being knotted
around both my ankles. Marcus was tying me to my own bed!
He accomplished the tying of my legs in very short order.
He moved up to the head of the bed with more rope in his
hands. Orlando rolled off me. I was able to punch Marcus in
the gut with my right fist before he grabbed it and tied a
piece of rope around my wrist. It was obvious he was very
experienced at this. Before I knew it, both my arms were
firmly tied. Marcus and Orlando stood and admired their
handiwork.

"Now what, Dad?"

"You know the drill, boy. Now we fuck him!"

I struggled mightily but in vain against the ropes as
I watched in horror as Marcus and Orlando quickly pulled
off their clothing. "You go first, boy. I'm bigger than
you. Break him in good for me!" Marcus was even more
imposing naked than he was in a police officer's uniform.
He was stroking a thick uncut cock that had to be at least
a foot long. His chest bristled with black hair. His balls
appeared to be swinging all the way down to his knees.
Though Orlando appeared to be no older than fifteen, his
cock had to be at least eight inches.

Marcus pulled the underwear out of my mouth and
growled, "Suck on this! It'll make it easier!" as he stuck
his huge cock into my mouth. I felt Orlando spread my
cheeks and rub my hole. Then I felt his breath and then his
tongue lapping at it.

"Get him good and wet, boy. We don't want to hurt
him!"

Orlando spat and rubbed his saliva into my hole. Then
he licked some more. "Is that good enough, Dad?"

Marcus looked down at me and slapped the back of my
head. "You got some lube, dude?"

"What in the fuck do you think you're doing? This is
rape!"

"I'm teaching my boy about sex. And when we're done
here, you're going to be begging us to come back, early and
often! Where's the lube? He can go in dry if you want him
to, but he's going in!"

I was utterly astounded. "You're a police officer!
This is how you teach your kids? Break into people's houses
and rape them?"

"Your front door was wide open. That's like an
engraved invitation!" Marcus looked at Orlando. "Go ahead
and fuck him. Fuck him good!"

I felt completely helpless. "The lube is in the
drawer. Over there." I indicated the bedside table with my
head. Orlando stepped over to it diffidently. He was
obviously raring to go Ð his cock was pulsing with each
heartbeat. He squeezed out a generous portion of fluid and
jacked his dick with it. Then he took the tube and held it
to my hole, squeezing it. I could feel the slick goop
flowing into me.

Orlando climbed onto the bed and positioned himself
between my wide-open legs. His thick cockhead teased my
hole, and then he jammed it in. I was new enough to this,
there was no way I was ready for the sudden intrusion and
the intense pain. I screamed. Marcus took the opportunity
to stick his cock into my open mouth. "Suck it! It'll take
your mind off things!"

I tried to move off of it, but he began fucking my
mouth. Meanwhile, Orlando was working up a rhythm in my
rear.  He pulled no punches, fucking me hard and then
grinding his hips. I was surprised that the pain had
started to lessen. My ass cavity was struggling to
accommodate the boy's substantial cock, but getting fucked
in this manner was beginning to feel more positive than
negative. I had been grunting in pain with each thrust, but
the grunts turned into moans.

"He's beginning to like it, son! Fuck 'im harder!"
Marcus slapped the back of my head again and worked harder
at getting his horsecock down my throat. Orlando picked up
speed.

"Dad! I'm gonna cum!"

"Shoot that load, boy! Grease him up good with it!
More lube for me!"

Orlando gave one final thrust and then held his cock
as deeply as he could get it inside me. I could feel his
hot cum coursing into my guts. He groaned loudly as he
dumped his load.

"Good one, boy! Now move aside. Let a real man fuck
this bitch!" Marcus pulled out of my mouth and moved toward
the end of the bed. I heard Orlando's feet hit the floor.

"Fuck him, Dad! Fuck him good!" Marcus climbed onto
the bed and thrust his cock into my wide-open ass, almost
in one motion. He was twice as big around as his son and
several inches longer. Once again, I was in agonizing pain.

"Take it out! You're killing me!"

"Give it a minute. If you die from it, you'll do it
with a smile on your face!"

I tried desperately to relax my ass and to move into a
position where I could accommodate him. None of it did any
good. Mercifully, he let it rest for a moment or two. Then
he began to move in and out. Orlando helped things along by
slapping my ass cheeks. "Fuck him, Dad! Fuck his faggot
ass!" Actually, the slapping seemed to help. I wasn't sure
how it could, but my asshole seemed to expand in some weird
way, accommodating more easily the enormous fuck muscle.

I was still in tremendous pain. Tears were streaming
down my cheeks. I cried out with each forceful thrust. My
only thought was to hope Marcus got his rocks off quickly.

Marcus was grunting and cursing with each thrust.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you, bitch! Fuck your dirty cunt! So
fucking tight!" He was picking up speed, pulling almost all
the way out and then plunging back in. He lay with his
chest on my back, nailing me to the mattress with his
enormous cock.

"Dad! That is so fuckin' hot!" Orlando was standing
next to my head, jacking his prick furiously. I was feeling
hugely conflicting sensations and emotions. On one hand, I
was still in pain and extremely angry. On the other hand, I
could feel my cock getting hard as it rubbed against the
sheet underneath me.

Suddenly Marcus thrust his hand into my crotch.
"Happens every time! The bitch is getting hard!" He pawed
at my groin, grabbing my dick and jacking it and then
pulling at my pubes. Orlando began to pinch my right nipple
as his other hand was a blur on his teen dick.

Astoundingly, the three of us shot our loads at almost
the same moment. My orgasm was so intense, it was almost
painful. I felt Orlando's cum flying onto my upper back and
shoulders. Marcus continued to thrust wildly as he spewed
his hot load into me.

Then it was over. Marcus lay on top of me for a
minute, moaning and grinding his hips. "Fuck! That was
awesome!" Then he pulled out slowly. He climbed off the bed
and came around to my head. "Clean it off!" I clamped my
mouth and turned my head away. I expected another slap to
the head and was surprised when he caressed it instead.
"Come on, baby. It'll taste good!"

His horse cock was right in my face. It was dripping
with cum and other fluids that I didn't want to know what
were. I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, and of
course he took the opportunity to push it into my mouth. I
had no idea what to expect and was utterly shocked when it
turned out he was right. The combination of cum and ass
fluids was a taste sensation I had not known existed
previously. He didn't give me time to dwell on it, fucking
in and out a few times and pulling completely out.

"Come on, boy. Get your clothes on. We gotta get the
fuck outta here." I craned my neck around in time to see
them exiting my bedroom.

"Aren't you going to untie me?"

"Your boy will be home soon enough. He can do it!"

"The minute I get lose, I'm calling the police!"

Marcus whirled on his heels and stood in the door with
a look of fury on his face. "You do that, and you'll pay!
Your boy will never play ball again!"

My mind froze with those words ringing in my ears.
"Get out of here, you bastard! You're the one who's going
to pay!"

"Yeah, right, you fucking pussy cunt! I got the power!
You got nothin'!"

With that, they were gone. I was aghast and furious
that they would leave me like this.  I was an utter mess. I
could feel cum leaking out of my ass. I hoped I was not
bleeding, though there had been no sign of blood on Marcus'
cock. My groin rested in a sticky, cummy mess that was
becoming slimy and cool.

I pulled at the ropes binding me and was surprised
when one of my feet slipped loose. But that was the only
bit of freedom I gained. My ass ached, and my left shoulder
was beginning to cramp. I was burning with humiliation and
rage. But there was nothing I could do.

I was exhausted, and apparently I either passed out or
dozed off. The next thing I heard was Mark's voice. "Dad!
What in the hellÉ" Fortunately, he had come home prior to
going to baseball practice to pick up his cell phone, which
he had forgotten that morning.

Suddenly emotion overcame me. I couldn't answer him.
All I could do was weep as he untied my arms and left leg.

"Dad! You've got to tell me! What happened?"

I swung around on the bed and sat up. I was dizzy and
nauseous but vastly relieved to be untied. I rubbed my
wrists and looked at my boy. "I was raped. That's the only
word for it."

"Mickey raped you?" Mark was horrified.

I shook my head. "No! That fucking cop who was here
yesterday! And his son!" With tears still leaking from my
eyes, I rubbed my shoulder and attempted to explain what
had happened. Mark immediately wanted to call the police. I
couldn't bring myself to do that. I had had my fill of the
police for one day, and I knew that for the moment it would
be a bad idea. "We can't call the police Ð not now, anyway.
He threatened you!"

Mark shook his head. "What in the hell is going on in
this town, anyway?" I was surprised when Mark indicated he
knew the police officer in question. "You mean to say
Orlando took part in this?"

"Yes! You know him?"

"Yeah! I've never known him to be a bad kid. And he's
straight as an arrow! He is super horny, apparently. He's
already fathered two children!"

"Marcus said he was teaching his boy about sex.
Obviously he knows way too much already!"

"What a crazy thing to have happen! We've got to tell
someone. Do you need to go to the emergency room?"

I reached down and felt of my asshole. There was no
blood on my fingers. "I'm not bleeding. I can't. They'll
call the police. I'd rather not, anyway Ð this is
incredibly humiliating."

"I'm going to call Buck. He'll know what to do." Mark
ran to his room to get his cell phone. He hurried back and
punched a speed-dial code. I was surprised when in just
moments, he was talking to Buck Calhoun. "Buck, you're not
going to believe this. My dad was raped this afternoon!
Right here in his bedroom!" He was silent for a moment.
Then he spoke again. "Thanks, Buck. I knew I could count on
you." He closed his phone. "He just got back into town.
He'll be here in about ten minutes."

"I don't even know this guy!"

"Dad, he really is a good friend. It doesn't matter.
He'll do everything he can to help you." Suddenly Mark
looked thoughtful. "Dad Ð I hate to leave you like this,
but I've got to go to practice. I'm already late. If I
don't show up, the coach won't let me play this weekend."

I really wanted him to stay, but I knew this was very
important go him. "Go, son. I'll be fine. I'm going to
clean up a bit."

"Dad Ð you really shouldn't until Buck gets here. If I
know him, he'll be bringing someone in law enforcement with
him."

"What? I told you Ð no police!"

"It will be off the record. Trust me, Dad."

My head throbbed. "Get out of here. I'll talk to you
later."

"Love you so much, Dad. And I'm so sorry." He put his
arms on my shoulders, leaned down, and kissed my cheek. The
tears began to flow again. As I hugged him to me, I knew
all over again just how vital my son was in my life.

End of Chapter 7

Regarding this chapter: it has been almost a year since
I've added to this story. I wrote this chapter but
hesitated to post it because of the odd turn the story
took. I was uncertain about it so I let it rest and then
more or less forgot about it. If you don't like what
happened here, please bear with me. The next few chapters
will be very interesting as a direct result of what
happened in this one. One other note: I'm using a real
suburb of Cleveland, Lakewood, that is actually a lovely,
charming place with an excellent city government. Not sure
why I'm making it out to be a hotbed of corruption. I guess
that's another example of how a story can take on a life of
its own.