Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2000 18:19:21 EST
From: DennisR539@aol.com
Subject: My Master, My Son  (part 10) incest, urination, authoritarian

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.

This part will not make sense unless you have read  the previous parts. So
get to it!

My Master, My Son (part 10)
By Dennis



Chapter 19- Learning his Place

Spring break was over. I had to return to work and the boys had to go back to
school. Gordon's week off was also over, but his servitude was just
beginning. He provided Chuck with his schedule and moved some of his clothes
and uniforms into the basement. If he and I and the boys were in the house
together we were subjected to abuse of body and mind. We spent many nights in
the dungeon area of the basement. We were beaten and hung up. Our cocks and
balls were subjected to the creative playing of Miller, Juan, and sometimes
Anthony. Chuck rarely initiated things. He just enjoyed the events, beaming
with pride at the work of the others.

Sexually we were things into which they deposited their sperm. If possible
the boys liked to have us both at once, passing us to each other like we were
cigarettes they were sharing. Gordon got use to getting fucked. Like me, he
rarely had had a cock in his pussy. Now he would get it sometimes 4  or more
times a night.

Nick Lopez had become a regular visitor at the house. He had found out from
Chuck what the cop's times in the house would be. Then he and Juan would use
him, dragging him from toilet to  basement to bed and back again. When Nick
spent the night, it was in Juan's room. When I went past their door I could
see Gordon laying there with a cock in each hole as the boys slept. Those
nights were torture for him. He had to keep both in him at all times. He
usually stayed awake and found ways to manipulate the boys' bodies so that
they stayed in him. But in his eyes, there was always the look of a caged and
fearful animal  while he did.

It had been 8 months now that I had been a slave. It had become a part of me.
My life outside the immediate presence of the boys was that of a teacher.
But,  though separated from them, I was still under their control. I was
always aware of what I was. Every time I sat down I could feel the presence
of the butt plug. As I moved around the classroom I could feel the rub of my
trousers against my cock. When I took a piss I could feel the rawhide wrapped
around the base of my Dick.

To Gordon this control was really just beginning to have an effect. Those
nights that we spent together were difficult for him. He had given up a lot
when he became a slave. He had accepted his position and, he confided in me,
that he could no longer free his mind from Chuck's and the boys' control.
The incident in with the patrol car was one example of how he was treated by
them.

Sometimes, in his role as Sgt. Gordon, he pulled a late night duty. On these
he both patrolled and checked out members of the force. He had explained this
duty to Chuck. He had to. It was early in his captivity and he was being kept
on a short leash. He had to revealed all aspects of his job that would keep
him away from the house when the boys  were there. Later, when they were sure
he was conditioned properly, he would be given more room. That was when they
were sure of his complete submission to them.

The Chief  and the Director of Public Safety had come up with this program.
The officers were to essentially spy on the ordinary patrolmen. They were to
drive around town, pulling off into places that would allow them to observe
the activities of the men under their command. They were to answer no calls
except for those that were a real emergency. They did not have to call in
during these times. They were around to observe and report. It was  resented
by the entire force, including those who had to do it. The PBA had filed a
grievance about it. But until that was ruled on it had to be done.

Gordon had explained the procedure to Chuck one evening when he was riding
cock. As he rocked back and forth trying to get his Master off and feeling
humiliated at having to, he was particularly vulnerable to being manipulated.
Under questioning by my son he had revealed what he did and when he did it,
including where he would probably be at various times. Chuck then sent Juan,
Miller, Anthony, and Nick to ambush the pigboy. They had found him parked
under a railroad viaduct. I was not present when this occurred. Gordon had to
relate the experience to Chuck later. I was on my knees, sucking my son's
dick, when he did.

It was 2 AM on a warm spring night. There was a bright quarter moon in the
sky. Gordon had parked under the viaduct where he could observe the road
without being seen. He was listening to the calls of the patrols when the van
pulled up. The cop was surprised to see the boys. There had been no warning,
no indication, that this was going to happen. In the dark he could see a
figure get out of the van and move toward the passenger side of the car. Juan
got into the shotgun seat.

"Hello pigboy. Surprised to see me?"

"What the hell are you doing here? I am on duty now."

"Now pigboy. Is that the way to address me?"

"Oh god! Not here! Not now!"

"Why not? There is no one around to hear or see what's going on. We warned
you that we would be checking on you at any time. That you would not know
when or where. Not to worry, pigboy. We have this all worked out. You won't
be in danger. We know all about what you are doing here. Now, try it again!"

There was a hesitation. Gordon was in a turmoil. Finally, quietly, "Master, I
am sorry that I did not  address you in the proper way." Then he put his head
down on his chest.

"That is better, pigboy. I will report your mistake to Chuck. He will decide
your punishment. I am here for other reasons. Now, follow the van."

Juan did not talk during the short ride. The cop's mind was spinning. I had
told him about the first time that Miller had come to the school and abused
me in the faculty men's room. It had happened at other times also.Supposedly,
the purpose was to check my compliance with their rules. In fact it was to
humiliate me by using me sexually in the place where I was the one in charge.
I would spend my lunch hour as their toy. When they left I would have to
return to my classroom and be a teacher again. Even the students noticed that
I was subdued after these visits but did not know why. Now Gordon realized
that he was to be subjected to this also. It frightened him to know that he
was at the mercy of these teenagers.

The two cars finally stopped on a dirt road  back in the hills, near an
abandoned quarry, in the most rural part of town. They had driven from the
blacktopped roadway with their lights off. The cop knew the area well. They
would not be disturbed here. It was far from the paved road and totally
isolated. The police never  patrolled here. There was nothing around. No one
ever came back here.

In the moonlight, Gordon could see three people coming toward the darkened
cruiser.
"Okay, pigboy. Out of the car and greet the other Masters. Leave your
equipment here, including your gun. We don't want any stupid accidents" That
was when the cop realized who was there. His heart started to beat faster.
His mouth went dry. The boys surrounded him as he stood there in his uniform,
hands behind his back, feet spread. He waited to see what these sadists had
in mind.

Nick spoke first, "Well, well, well. Look what we got here. The night's
entertainment. And we are going to have a good time. Tell me pigboy, ever
think that this would or could happen to you?"

Then Juan chimed in, "Yeah! When you were fucking my mouth in your cruiser
and plowing Miller's ass under the viaduct, did you ever think that you would
end up as the sex slave for guys that you had nothing but contempt for? Well,
you know what they say, what goes around, comes around. Now down to the buff.
Even the shoes and socks. It's payback time."

Standing there, naked in the moonlight, was the cop's cop. The winner of a
medal for his bravery, the Sergeant of Police for his town, the man the "good
kids" looked up to. He stood before them, shaved and smooth, a plug in his
pussy, ready to do what ever he was told. And then there were his new
piercing. When Chuck had found out about the medal he had decided that that
his cop slave should wear it at all times in his right nipple. Juan reached
into the cruiser and removed the badge from Gordon's uniform shirt. He handed
it to the cop. There was no need for words. Gordon removed the ring from his
left nipple and replaced it with the pin from the badge. But there was more.
Chuck had bought a couple of PD lapel pins. He had taken Gordon to the
piercer in the city and had them pinned through the skin on the cops scrotum.
 At the time he had said, "Too bad you're cut. We could have attached them to
the foreskin. Well, I guess, this is what we will have to settle for. Maybe
we will get you a PA sometime, Gordy. Would you like that? I think I would.
You and my dad. We could run a chain between them. Hahahaha. What a picture."

Then, with his hands on the fender of the cruiser,  he was fucked by all four
of the boys. Nick was first. In the moonlight, his dark skin a contrast
against Gordon's. Then came the others. He mouth cleaned their cocks between
fucks. But that was just the beginning. His ordeal went on until six. It
ended as the sun rise tinted the eastern sky. He had been pissed on and in,
swallowed cum and ate their assholes. They made him beg them to let him serve
them. He licked their feet, their balls, their assholes. He was never
permitted to rest. Nick had climbed onto the trunk of the cruiser and had
Gordon tongue fuck him. They had fucked him in the back seat of the squad
car. They were the Masters here and their pigboy knew it.. Before they left
they  they pissed on him one last time. As they pulled out, the naked cop
stood there, dripping in cum and piss and thought about the next three years
and wondered if he could survive it.

The next day Chuck punished Gordon for his disrespect to Juan. A vibrator was
duct taped into his pussy and turned on. Juan then used a belt on the cop's
naked butt as he lay over Chuck's knees. The whack of the belt would make him
flinch and the vibrator would move around inside of him. He was pushed from
pain to pleasure and back with each blow. After 10 hits he was made to stand
and jerk himself until he was just ready to cum. But he was not allowed to
ejaculate. Instead he had to stop, calm himself down and then repeat the
process. This was continued until the batteries in the vibrator were
exhausted. The vibrator was removed, the batteries replaced and the torture
repeated. This was done three times. Gordon was in a frenzy. He had come to
like being tortured. He was getting extreme pleasure from it. But to not be
allowed to cum was driving him crazy. When the punishment finally ended, he
begged Chuck to be allowed to cum. All my son did was order him to get them a
couple of beers. There would be no relief for my brother slave.

That was not the last time Gordy saw the boys while he was on duty. He never
knew where or when. Sometimes it was just one of them. Other times all of
them. He got use to having to clean the cum off of the cruiser before he
returned to headquarters.

Chapter 20- Two For Your Pleasure.

Chuck was turning 16 in June. He looked at his bank account and decide that
it needed fattening. He started sending me and Gordon, together, to turn
tricks. He had taken out a new ad that showed body shots of the two of us, in
jocks with hardons. The copy said that were were brothers and were available
to work together, preferably with groups. In a way, I guess we were brothers.

Due to the Sergeant's schedule we could not be prostituted  every night. So
my son preferred that the two of us do parties where there was more than one
customer. Two or ten, it did not matter to Chuck as long as he got 100 bucks
per customer. He also extended the time we "worked" depending on the number
of men we had to do. The longest was for 4 hours to a computer salesmen who
was in the city for a trade show. The fee was for 800 dollars. We ran a kind
of hospitality suite for the salesman. The guys that came to the room were
known by the salesman to like male sex. Naked, we served drinks and had anal
and oral sex, both as tops and as bottoms. The story that we were brothers
was a tremendous turn on for the salesman's clients. The men were paunchy,
balding, and horny. They kept us busy. Before we left, we double teamed the
salesman. Gordon fucked him while I did a sixty-nine. He had been very turned
on by the evening. He also got a lot of business from it. He wrote our fees
off as a business expense. Glad we could be of service, dude!

We returned home exhausted. After giving Chuck the money we expected to be
allowed to rest and recover. It was not to be. the boys wanted their usual
service from us.   When we were finally released from duty, we collapsed into
bed and slept like dead men.

My son also spread the word that he and I would do father/son scenes  for
$300. The few that we did were usually performing for the john. The
similarity in looks between Chuck and myself assured the customer that he was
getting what he paid for. The men would love watching a father and son making
out and fucking and sucking each other. For the most part they just had one
long voyeur jerk off session. Occasionally the trick joined in. One guy had
us two times.


Chapter 21- An Ending

Our slavery to Chuck continued for the next three years. During that time,
Miller had graduated as a computer tech. He had rave recommendations from his
teachers. As a result he was offered a fantastic job in California. He
grabbed it and moved.  Juan also got his act together and went to community
college. His choice of a major came as a surprise, Law Enforcement. Well,
they do say the best cops were bad boys. He continued to stay at the house
while he was in school.

When Chuck graduated, he decided to join Miller in California. He took his
stash and moved. The day he left was the last time I was to see or talk to
him. He just packed his stuff, told Gordon and I that we were free, and drove
away.

Anthony  graduated when Chuck did. He moved into the house. We had, over the
years, become lovers. I still let him boss me around but we both know what
our real feelings are.

What about Gordon? He is still a slave to Juan. It is a strange relationship
but they both like it. I guess that explains why Juan wants to become a cop.
They live together.

Now some of you are wondering what ever happened to Pastore. Chuck never
controlled him. Nick became his Master. Ahh, but that is another story and it
will have to wait to be told. If you want to read about it, email me. When I
get it posted, I will let you know.

                                                                   The End