Payback is a Bitch

[Dubconforlife]

Some of Them Want to Abuse You

 

My name is Joey Powell, and let me tell you about my life.

 

I was a graduate student at UCLA five years ago. I had just married my high school sweetheart, she had just given birth to our first son and I was working as an assistant pharmacist at our local CVS. Life was good, I was on track for my masters, better job, better money, more stability… everything anyone could ask for.

 

And then one night I saw two cops kill a guy in the parking lot.

 

I was just getting out of work and they had been questioning a couple of guys who had been parked there all night. As I got into my car I saw one of them fire three rounds into the car, if the passengers weren’t dead they soon would be. I freaked out, rushed home as fast as I could, hoping they didn’t catch my license plate.

 

I had hoped in vain.

 

Two days later the police showed up at my house on a report of child porn. They searched my computer and found files and files…

 

The two cops I saw in the parking lot watched as I was handcuffed and put in the squad car. The younger one testified against me, saying he had communicated with me on a message board where I asked for pictures of his young son. No one listened to my story about the shooting, I was convicted and sent up for five years.

 

I flunked out of college, my wife, who believed the cops, left me, took my son, within a month I went from having the dream life to being Jose’s bitch. Jose being my new cellmate. I spent five years being used and abused by most of the guys in my cell block. I looked up the cops, the older one was killed in a shootout a year into my sentence, but the young one…the young one lived a charmed life.

 

His name was Kevin White and he was had been the youngest guy to be made detective in the LAPD. He had been a high school jock, married and had a son with his high school sweetheart at 17, joined the Marines, got out, became a cop…and then ruined my life. As I sat in prison I saw his son become a local sports hero, making the varsity baseball team by 16.

 

I had planned on teaching my son to throw a ball, now I would be lucky if I ever got a photograph of him again.

 

There was a small local news piece on the two of them winning a father-and-son bodybuilder contest, the two of them looking more like siblings than anything else. They looked happy, arm around his son’s shoulders…time in here had made me more than appreciative of a man’s body and I could see they were both studs. It was at this moment, this image, that I began to plan.

 

Finding out where he lived wasn’t hard in this day and age and his kid was a popular jock with social media out of the wazoo. He was a little stud, the kind of kid I would have loved my son to be like, from there I found his mom’s Facebook and from there I began to cyberstalk them. The wife worked for a marketing firm, traveled a lot, nice looking woman, but then Kevin was hot as fuck, so I wasn’t surprised he had scored a babe. The more I watched them, the more I wanted to do something.

 

I began to count the days of my release, making my plans the whole time.

 

Being a college graduate in prison is a rare thing and I had made some connections doing things like taxes for their spouses and explaining legalese to the dimmer guys. So I had a lot of connections on the outside that started doing some groundwork for me.

 

Some gang guys got me a lot of pics of their place, looks like son and dad had a little gym in their garage and liked to work out together. It looked nice, I would have liked something like that with my son. The wife did a lot of traveling, cabs and Uber came and went at least once a month. Slowly a routine presented itself, and where there is a routine, there can be a plan.

 

I spent all my free time working out, in prison there wasn’t much else to do and I had a lot of anger to work out. I went from a normal, college guy to jacked in the years I was there. I went from being fucked every night to fucking guys myself, my attitude changed, my personality, everything.

 

I evolved into something else.

 

I still looked like the same, clueless guy that had been thrown in here though, so my parole meeting went well and four years, 10 months to the day, I walked out a free man. The gang whose leader I had helped inside had some people waiting for me when I walked out. They had a place where I could crash and had collected the rest of the things for my plan.

 

See what I had learned inside was this.

 

There was a pretty large number of corrupt cops in the force, Kevin’s partner had been one and brought him into the fold pretty quickly. More than a few guys inside had been busted by these guys, and they were just looking for a way to get back at them for what they had set them up for as well.

 

Basically, this had gone from me wanting revenge to a group project with investors.

 

I cased the place, walking past their house a few times a week so I could see things for myself. His son was magnificent, my god what a stud! Nearly six feet tall, toned, smooth, huge arms and ass from baseball…as I watched him lift in the garage I felt my cock stir. I wanted that kid badly.

 

A couple of days later I saw Kevin and was struck by twin impulses of lust and fury.

 

He had gotten much better looking, filled out a lot, big motherfucker, huge tree trunk legs, massive guns, and damn…he no longer looked like a fresh-faced rookie. This was a fucking DILF…all the way. They were lifting and I watched as he did squats…and knew after all this was done…I was going to have that ass.

 

I watched them for two weeks before I was ready to strike.

 

According to the wife’s Facebook, she was heading out of town this Thursday, which would give me a whole weekend with them without anyone knowing what was going on. Kevin usually took the weekends off, which meant after Friday night, no one would be expecting them anywhere until Monday.

 

Plenty of time.

 

The kid got home from practice around 4 in the afternoon on Fridays, Kevin got off at 6, I had a two-hour window to get things set up. The gang members wanted to help but they lived in a real high-class neighborhood and a bunch of strangers showing up would just draw attention. Since I had not gotten any ink on the inside, I still looked like a nice, young man so when I jogged the neighborhood no one looked at me twice. The gang members couldn’t say the same.

 

That Friday I had a lifting tank, short shorts with no underwear, and a pair of white kicks on when I jogged by the house. The kid was already out there lifting, looking like a fucking snack.

 

I had worked up a decent sweat by the time I got there and paused on the sidewalk and looked in. He paused his pump and looked at me questioningly.

 

“You’re Baxter White right?”

 

He smiled and nodded.

 

“Man, I saw you on the news! Dude…” I walked up and held out my fist for him to bump, “You look swoll.”

 

I could see the compliments were hitting home and he said, “You too man, looking good, what’s your name?”

 

“Adam,” I lied, “This is a nice setup,” I said looking at the equipment."

 

“Yeah my dad is serious, you wanna lift?”

 

“Really?”

 

He nodded.

 

“Fuck yeah man, let’s do it.”

 

We began to work out, the whole time I was checking this little stud out. It was an hour before his dad got home and I asked if there was a bathroom I could use. He nodded and we walked into the house as he showed me where it was.

 

I took a rag out of my pocket and shoved it over his face from behind.

 

He struggled twice and then slumped into my arms…

 

Part one, check.

 

Kevin came home after six, he called out for Baxter but got no response. He went upstairs to check the kid’s room, opened the door, and froze…

 

His son’s arms and legs were tied to the corners of his bed, rag in mouth, completely naked.

 

“Bax!” he cried, rushing into the room to untie him.

 

He got two steps before I put the rag over his mouth and watched him slowly fall to the floor, his son screaming into the gag the whole time. As the cop who ruined my life fell unconscious to the ground I knew, I had done it.

 

It was time.

 

Kevin White

 

I slowly woke up and had no idea where I was.

 

My head was thick and my vision was blurry. As I came to I realized, I was in trouble. This was my garage, but a lot of the gym equipment was moved around…and someone was on the weight bench. I blinked a few times and I saw it was Baxter! He tied down on the weight bench naked…a gag in his mouth.

 

I tried to move and realized I was tied to a chair as well! What the fuck?

 

Someone else was in here with us! I looked and this jacked guy was leaning against the far wall, just watching me.

 

“Who the fuck are you?” I growl, trying my best to intimate him.

 

He chuckles and shakes his head, “See that’s cold. I’ve spent the last five years thinking of nothing but you and you…you don’t even recognize me.”

 

Who was this fuck? Why was it so hot in here? I was sweating like a fucking pig…

 

“I’m a police officer, you picked the wrong house to break into.”

 

He laughed, “Kevin, what kind of detective are you? I know who the fuck you are, I know exactly who you are. This isn’t some random robbery, I’m not just some thug…you took my life away from me and I’m here to replay the favor.”

 

He walked towards me and Jesus he was ripped…who was this guy?

 

“Nothing?” he asked, “Man, how many people have you sent to jail on bullshit charges?”

 

My head was so fucked up…but as he came into the light he looked familiar. Sent to jail?

 

Oh shit.

 

“Joey?”

 

His smile became predatory, “Welcome to the conversation.”

 

Fuck, this was the guy we planted child porn on to discredit him from telling people what he saw us do. Shit it’s been five years, he just got out…fuckfuckfuck.

 

“Look Joey…” I began to ask and he held up a hand.

 

“I’m gonna stop you right there. It’s like this, if you don’t know a magic word that can give me back the life you took from me then there is literally nothing I want to hear from you. So save the explanations, sorry, the threats, everything. Don’t say another word or I will start cutting things off.” He held up a set of wicked-looking wire cutters. “You got it? Shut the fuck up.”

 

I nodded quickly, both Baxter and I were fucking naked, I couldn’t have this guy getting worked up.

 

“So this is the game, I am going to tell you to do something, and you’re going to do it. No argument, no denial, nothing. You push back and I start cutting. A finger, a toe, maybe a tongue, I really can’t tell you, but it’s simple. I say, you do, everyone keeps their shit. Got it?”

 

I nodded, feeling a little dizzy when I did, what the hell was wrong with me?

 

“Great, so let’s get your untied,” he cut the bond and I jumped up and swung at him.

 

And fell forward to the floor, my head spinning.

 

His foot pressed against my back, “That’s your one freebie, I can’t blame you for trying, try again and I start cutting. Do you need an example to see I’m not fucking around?”

 

I shook my head, feeling like I was half drunk.

 

“Great crawl over to your boy…all fours…come on.”

 

I had to do as he said, I slowly crawled over to the weight bench, Baxter had his arms stretched over his head, he was sweaty and his cock was rock hard! I had never seen my boy naked and hard before,…I was so proud he had inherited my cock.

 

What the hell? I shook my head as I got closer…why was I so unfocused?

 

He grabbed the back of my hair and dragged me up to the weight bench, eye to eye with Baxter’s dick.

 

“You have a fine-looking kid here, I mean look at that cock…that’s a handful.”

 

He was right, I had a huge cock, a source of pride for me all my life and my boy got the same dick. He was easily over right inches, he be more than nine like mine in a year or two. I’m sure he pulled down major pussy as I had at his age.

 

“Come on Kevin, take hold of it…grab your boy’s cock.”

 

I looked up at him and say he was serious, sighing I reached out and took hold of my son’s cock…it was so warm! He was thick, it was like holding my own cock…

 

“Give it a stroke…come on dad…show him some love.”

 

I slowly started to stroke his cock, my brain was so fogged…I couldn’t think…but it was a big dick…like my own…

 

Baxter whimpered through the gag, looking down at me as I held his cock.

 

Joey reached over and took the gag out of his mouth and Baxter gasped, “D-dad…what are you doing?”

 

“Daddy is gonna make you feel good kid…” Joey answered for me, “Just sit back and enjoy it.”

 

“Fuck off freak!” he raged and I felt a pang of fear for my son.

 

“Your boy is worked up…let’s calm him down,” he told me, “Why don’t you take a lick?”

 

I looked up with desperate eyes and saw he was waiting for me to argue, he wanted to cut something off! I slowly moved towards Baxter’s cock.

 

“D-dad! Dad! Don’t…don’t…!”

 

I liked the head of his dick and he gasped and let out a loud moan. I swirled my tongue around his head, I’d never touched another man’s dick before so this was all new to me. It was warm and I could taste his sweat as I slowly licked…

 

“Oh god…” Baxter panted as he threw his head back, “Please dad…please stop…”

 

Joey’s mouth was on my ear, “Keep going dad, or you’ll have a daughter in one snip…”

 

I took hold of my son’s cock and began to lick down his thick shaft, I could feel him shake as he felt his father’s tongue move down his length. He moaned again as I moved back up, he really did have a great cock. I imagined all the pussy he had tagged with this and felt myself get a little turned on. What the hell…

 

“Come on daddy…suck your boy’s cock…”

 

I moved over to his head and slowly slipped my mouth over it, hearing Baxter's whimper turned me on again and I was losing control…

 

“Cover your teeth,” Joey instructed, “Make sure you’re using your tongue…”

 

I did as he said and Baxter began to moan louder as he protested, “Dad…don’t please…oh god dad…fuck…” he said as his head slammed back against the weight bench, trying to deny the pleasure I was bringing him.

 

“Yeah feel him squirm under you? Listen to how much you’re turning him on…”

 

His words were like a fucking parasite, burrowing into my brain, taking root…it was hot to hear my boy moan. I was getting off on it…my cock was hard as a rock and as I worked his cock with my tongue I felt myself start to get into it.

 

“Come on daddy,” Joey said pushing my head down onto his cock, “Don’t hold back.”

 

“DAD!” Baxter yelled as he felt me start to gag on his cock, I had his whole length in my mouth and I could feel his hips start to push up automatically. I could taste his precum leak from his tip as I let my son facefuck me with his fucking thick-ass jock dick.

 

“Dad…oh god dad I’m sorry…” he said as he thrust up, gagging me each time as he started to really shove his cock into my mouth.

 

“Yeah fuck your dad’s face…come on punk…get it!” Joey raged.

 

His words seemed to spur Baxter on and he stopped pleading and really thrust his cock up, “Yeah…fuck yeah…” he moaned as I gagged.

 

I held his hips as I let him fuck my mouth, his body was so smooth, so strong…with a fine sheen of sweat he glistened like a young god…how had I never seen how hot he was? Or had I…and just denied it?

 

Joey grabbed my hair and literally pulled me off Baxter’s cock, my tongue fell from my mouth as I looked confused as to what happened. Baxter looked up, cock dripping with my spit, confused, so close to cumming…

 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Joey said, “You can’t just suck his dick, what about his balls?”

 

He shoved my face down and I was face to face with Baxter’s bull-sized balls. They were shaved, smooth as a baby’s ass…I felt my head pushed once and I slowly began to lap at them with the tip of my tongue.

 

“Oh fuck dad…” he sighed as he felt me slowly begin to worship his oversized balls. He squirmed as I moved from one to the other, finally taking one into my mouth and rolling it around, “Oh shit…yeah fuck…dad…” he cried out as I began to go to town.

 

“Yeah work those baby makers,” Joey whispered, “Don’t be afraid to go lower…”

 

I played with my son’s balls for a bit, making him babble and beg for more…and then licked under his sac, causing him to pause for a moment as his dad’s tongue touched him where no one had before. I had a whore in Singapore do this to me on leave, I began to lick at his scrotum, the sensitive area caused him to squeal in joy.

 

I spread my boy’s legs wide as I began to gnaw on the area lightly, I remember when this was done on me it felt like fucking nirvana. Sure enough, I see his toes curl as he spreads his legs even wider and he lets out a gasping, “Daddy…”

 

The word sends me into a frenzy as I gnaw and tease his taint, his whole body shakes as I hear him cry out in ecstasy. I move to start jacking myself off under the weight bench but Joey stops me, “Nope, not yet.”

 

Instead, I grab my son’s hard, muscular buns and pry them open as I go lower…I am desperate now to bring him pleasure…the more he moans the more I am turned on. My brain is on fire…I didn’t care about anything anymore except getting my boy off.

 

Spreading his muscle apart I see his tiny little jock hole and I am stricken for a moment, what was I doing?

 

“Snip, snip daddy…” Joey said behind me and I knew, I didn’t have a choice.

 

I leaned in and licked around his hole and the reaction was instant.

 

“DAD! OH GOD PLEASE…NOT THERE! PLEASE DADDY…NO…NO!!”

 

He screamed as I pushed into him, his hole giving way to his dad’s tongue…he was too tight…so warm…I could hear him sob as I slowly began to lick his hole…violating him in his most private spot…the one place no man wants to be violated.

 

“Oh god…oh god…” he chanted as I felt me push into him, I had been eaten out a few times in my life and I knew how disturbing it felt at first, and how quickly it became addicting. No straight guy wants to admit he likes his ass being played with but once a tongue got up in there…all bets were off.

 

After about a minute he let out a low, “Shittt…” and I felt his hole open completely as I pushed all; the way into him, “Dad…fuck…oh dad…” he whimpered as he

 

Once inside I knew he had surrendered, I ass relaxed, his legs were split wide, I wasn’t pushing them open anymore, he had them spread by himself…for a moment I was reminded his mom was the same way when I ate her out and I felt another surge of lust move through me as I began to tongue fuck him mercilessly.

 

“Dad…dad…dad…” he was panting as I pushed in and out of his quivering hole, I was losing it again, his moans were turning me on more and more…

 

“Yeah lick your boy’s pussy,” Joey whispered, "Work that jock cunt…listen to him whine…he loves it daddy…he loves your tongue.

 

Again his words were killing me, the second he called it a cunt I felt my cock throb as I began to eat him out earnestly. Hearing my son squeal and cry as his virgin ass was slowly pried open by his old man’s tongue…oh god I wanted this…I wanted this bad…

 

“Oh dad…oh god dad…” I heard him beg, he was pushing back onto my mouth now, he had given up, surrendering his jock hole to me. The thought of my super straight jock son giving up his fucking pussy to me was like catnip, I was so turned on now…we were both sweating and my cock was dripping precum on the floor as I kept making my son cry out my name.

 

“Don’t you want to fuck him?” Joey whispered and I felt my mind scream.

 

I pulled off his ass and looked down at him, his muscled body was heaving, he looked up at me with an open mouth, drool sliding down his chin and his cock slapped up against his six-pack. I was trying to see my little boy, my baby…but all I could see was the fucking stud he had become…and how bad I wanted to own him.

 

“Come on Kevin, show your boy how he was made, don’t you want him to see how you fuck?”

 

My mind was scrambled, I needed to fuck something now. My entire body needed to cum and I found my resistance melting under the heat. I knew this was wrong, I knew I shouldn’t want this…but as I got to my feet and slowly stroked my cock looking at my son’s body…I knew I was going to anyway.

 

“You don’t want to hurt him,” Joey whispered to me, “Let’s get you prepped.”

 

He led me up to Baxter’s head, “You sucked him off…only fair right?”

 

I nodded as if in a dream and I moved one leg over the bench, straddling his chest.

 

“Dad?” Baxter asked panicked, “What are you doing?”

 

“Open up for daddy,” Joey said as he grabbed my cock and put it up to my son’s mouth.

 

“Dad?” Baxter pleaded as my cock got closer, “Please don’t…”

 

Joey pushed my cock against his closed mouth and the contact made me shiver…god, I was horny.

 

Joey grabbed his throat and made him gag, when his mouth opened my cock slipped in and I felt my son’s inexperienced mouth surround my cock.

 

“Cover your teeth,” Joey told my son as he pushed my ass forward, my eyes fluttered as I felt my son’s tongue move around my cock, “You feel that?” he asked, “That’s the cock that made you…don’t you think your daddy is big? Big fucking cock huh?”

 

It felt like his words affected him because Baxter;'s tongue became a little more engaged and he began to lick around my head as I face fucked him. My hands gripped the back of his head as I began to pump into his mouth on my own, I didn’t need Joey to spur me on…this felt so fucking good…

 

I heard my son whimpering around my cock as I made him suck my cock, his mouth was extended around my shaft, I was showing my boy what a real cock looked like…and he looked so pretty sucking it…so much like his mom…

 

I heard him gag as I hit the back of his throat and he looked up at me with wide eyes as I slammed my cock into him, I watched his eyes water as he struggled to take my whole length. I loved him so much but the desire to own him, to fucking make him take my load…it was too much. I was losing my mind.

 

I heard him choke as the tip of my cock slid down his throat, god I loved seeing whores choking on my cock. I fucking lived seeing sluts struggle to take my fucking cock…the way they pleaded, begged for air as I slammed harder and harder…I fucking…

 

“Hold up Kev,” Joey’s voice came from nowhere, “Don’t forget his ass…”

 

He was right! I did want to fuck him, feeling that tight, jock hole grip my cock…

 

I slid my dick from his mouth and he began coughing as I moved down the the other side of the bench.

 

“Dad…please…” he said miserably but who this little stud was kept slipping from my mind. He had a tight fucking body and I wanted to show this punk who was boss…make that muscled body shiver around my cock…

 

I pushed his legs open and he began to panic.

 

“Dad! Please…please don’t fuck me…please daddy…”

 

I loved it when they called me daddy.

 

I felt my head push against his hole and he closed his eyes and whimpered, “Dad…”

 

He tried to tighten it up but with all the spit and the exhaustion, I forced my way in with a loud groan from him.

 

“DADDD…” he said and then gasped when my head popped in him, “Oh god…dad…please…you’re in me!”

 

And he was my little boy…and was scared…as I slowly pushed in I said, “Shh…just relax…it’s ok…daddy’s got you…”

 

FUCK he was so tight! It was like an oven up in his ass, my cock was gripped with a velvet vice and I growled as I kept going…

 

“Please daddy…no…oh god…please don’t fuck me…you’re too big! FUCK!”

 

Jesus this kid had to be a virgin! Fucking jock virgin hole all mine…and fuck yeah keep calling me daddy…fucking slut…fucking begging faggot slut…

 

I had nine inches of fucking marine cock to feed this jock, he had six and I could hear him moaning like a fucking stuck pig… virgin's asses always took time to adjust and with a slab of meat like mine, it hurt in the meantime. As I kept pushing I looked over at…the guy…whoever he was, “Can you shut him up?”

 

He was holding up my phone, filming me rail this slut. He nodded and reached into his pocket and tossed me a small bottle. He indicated I should put it under the kid’s nose and went back to filming. I opened it and fuck it stank, it was poppers! Oh, this was perfect, I closed one of the kid’s nostrils and put the bottle under the other, “Inhale.”

 

“D-dad…please…”

 

“INHALE!” I barked and I could feel him jump around my cock, he locked eyes with me and slowly inhaled. I moved it to the other nostril and he did it again.

 

“Good boy,” I said putting the bottle down, “Let’s do this…”

 

I pushed in and the kid's eyes rolled back as he moaned, the poppers hit him and he had no idea what the fuck was going on anymore. I slammed the rest of my cock into him and he grunted as I bottomed out in his jock cunt.

 

Oh god, he felt so good, that muscled ass spasming around my fucking shaft as it adjusted to having a real cock in it. I pulled my cock out slowly and he moaned, thrashing his head back and forth as his drugged-out mind reacted to the feeling…I pushed back in, using his stupor to break his tiny hole quickly. As I fucked him he began to mumble, calling my daddy and some nos… I kept fucking him until his ass gave up the ghost.

 

I plowed him for minutes, watching that muscled body slowly gyrate under me, his abs flexing, his cock slowly hardening again…he was pushing back into my thrusts, still out of it from the poppers. But his body liked it, wanted it…as he slowly came back to reality I was taking all nine inches easily, moaning with each impact.

 

“Dad?” he slurred as I fucked him, “Oh! Dad…dad…ohhhh…” he whined as I slid my cock across his prostate, making his cock fully harden.

 

“Yeah, you like that? You want more?” I asked, holding his thick legs apart, slamming that pussy over and over…

 

“Oh god…dad…dad…!” he cried arching his back, “Ooohhhh…”

 

His cock was smearing precum over his perfect abs, I was struck by my boy’s cock again as I began to really give it to him. My son was whimpering like a whore under me and I watched him push back onto my cock like his mom did when I fucked her. I leaned in, shoving every inch into him and his eyes got wide as I smiled at him, “You like daddy’s cock? You want that?”

 

“Oh dad…fuck…oh please dad…harder…oh fuck me…”

 

“Untie him,” a voice called out and I realized he was still tied up.

 

I undid his arms and he threw them around my shoulders, I pulled him up and he slid down my cock with a loud groan, “Oh daddy…fuck me…fuck me…”

 

I held his waist as he began to ride me, his cock trapped between our abs, his moans spurring us both on.

 

“Take it cunt…take daddy’s cock…beg for it…come on beg…”

 

“FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK!”

 

I was slamming him down onto my cock now, each impact causing a burp of precum to issue from his cock. The little whore’s head was thrown back so I leaned in and started to gnaw on his neck, he squealed as marked him as my whore, he looked down and I loved him so much…my hot, fucking boy…

 

We kissed as I fucked the life out of him. I felt my balls tingle and I broke the kiss, “I’m gonna breed you boy…you want daddy to get you pregnant?”

 

“Oh, daddy…do it…breed me…shoot in me…oh…oh!”

 

I felt my cock pulse as I began to shoot into my boy’s cunt, he felt his daddy’s cum and his own cock went, spraying us both with his hot load. We cried out as we came… our mouths meeting again as our cum smeared itself over our bodies.

 

“Love you daddy…love you…” he said, kissing my face, licking his own load off my cheek.

 

“Love you too…” I said, kissing him back, my cock painting his guts with my seed.

 

We stopped fucking, sitting there, holding each other, covered in sweat and cum, I had never felt so close to my boy before.

 

We began kissing again and after a while I laid him back on the weight bench and made love to him properly. His legs straight up, begging his daddy to fuck him harder. By the time we passed out and came to, Joey was long gone.

 

Baxter wouldn’t look at me as he rushed upstairs, I found my phone and saw the video, of me, fucking my son like there was no tomorrow. Even now I felt my cock pulse watching it, but I had to destroy it. I had to get rid of it before…

 

There were two texts on my phone.

 

One was from an unknown number saying, payback is a bitch

 

The other was from my wife demanding to know what his video was.

 

There was a pounding on the door and I heard the police tell me to open up and I knew…

 

This was the price I paid for screwing him over.

Edited Monday at 10:37 PM by Dubconforlife

[DutchGuy1977]

What a good story. Payback time 💪

[shinelover]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is HOT!

[Theo8]

Excellent!  Got what he deserved

[Dubconforlife]

 

Chapter Two: Some of them Want to be Abused

 

So, life is not fair.

 

I say that and you nod but let me tell you, it is really not fucking fair. My name is Baxter White and my dad raped me. I know, sounds a little shocking but let me explain. My dad was a cop, and it turns out he was a dirty cop, he framed this guy and sent him to jail, and it turns out the guy didn’t like it.

 

Wow, what a twist.

 

The guy got out, broke into our house, drugged me and my dad, and had my dad fuck me… filmed it…and then sent it to my mom and the cops. They took my dad away and my mom instantly filed for divorce. I thought that was going to be that, I mean I was 16 and unwilling, they had a fucking tape of it…how hard could it be to convict him?

 

Turns out when you’re a dirty cop, other dirty cops will cover for you.

 

Afraid he was going to give them up if he went to jail they “lost” the tape and the charges were dropped when the toxscreen came back that my dad was high as a fucking kite. The video clearly showed the other guy coaching him, even though they lost it, and he was quietly reassigned across the country while my mom was given everything in the divorce. 

 

So, I got fucked, taped and my dad got a new job, see what I mean not fair?

 

I was on the lacrosse team and wasn’t going to just shrivel up and die, so I put on my big boy pants and kept going to the gym. In this case, the gym was Tony’s, a cop gym that my dad and I had gone to, the guys there knew me and though they didn’t know why my dad left, they knew I was on my own so let me keep working out there for free.

 

I walked into Tony’s with a swagger, I was going to leave my old life behind, forget what my dad had done to me, and become a new me. A better me. A me that didn’t need my asshole dad to succeed.

 

As I entered the gym, everyone seemed to glance at me, I wondered for a second if they knew what he had done to me but then thought better of it. They just knew I was on my own now and my dad had moved out of state suddenly. They probably felt sorry for me, poor little cop's kid with no dad.

 

Fuck my dad, I didn't need him. I went into the locker room and changed, I was easily the youngest guy here but wasn't in the best shape. Some of these guys were beasts, huge, muscled guys that made me look tiny in comparison. I changed out and pulled on some shorts, ignoring the glances of guys who recognized me and noticed the lack of my dad.

 

As I started lifting weights, I saw them whisper amongst themselves, speculating why my dad left without even saying goodbye to his son. It annoyed me, not because it hurt my feelings, but rather because they didn't know he left and I had refused to talk to him again. They assumed I was the victim here and I would never be a victim again.

 

I put all my anger and rage into my reps, straining my body with each rep, forcing myself to lift more and more, trying to drown the rage out. I was squatting over my max and I felt my legs start to tremble, in a panic I realized I had overextended myself and didn't have a spotter!

 

I grunted as I strained to push it off of me...fuck...

 

"Whoa!" a voice said, gripping the bar, "I gotcha," he said, letting me slip free before letting it fall to the floor.

 

He was one of those massive guys I mentioned earlier, he looked like someone who could snap me in half, but there was something gentle in his gaze. His name was Mason, he helped me get back up onto my feet smiling, “You shouldn’t be putting up those numbers without a spot man.”

 

I nodded, “Sorry, got away from me.”

 

“I get it,” he said holding out his hand, “Mason.”

 

I shook it, “Baxter,”

 

“I know who you are,” he said, “And I get it, but if you’re gonna take our anger out on wights, why don’t you join us.”

 

I looked over and another guy was standing at a weight bench, he was leaner and more compact than Mason but still bigger than I was.

 

“That’s Sebastian, come work out with us.”

 

I nodded and walked over while Sebastian shook my hand, “What’s up kid, how you holding up?”

 

I sighed, “I was fine before I almost committed suicide by squats.”

 

They laughed, “Well if you need some workout partners, we’re looking for a third.”

 

I smiled, “That would be cool!”

 

We spent hours working out, talking about everything under the sun - our families, politics, sports, women. The three of us formed quite a bond in no time, and by the end of the day, I felt like they were friends. We all went back to the locker room and Mason turned to me, “We usually sit in the steam room for an hour after, we’re here every day, you wanna exchange numbers so we can keep in touch?”

 

I nodded and pulled out my cell, “That would be cool, you guys really don’t mind?”

 

He put his number into my phone, “Hell no man, my dad bailed on me when I was younger than you, I know what it's like to start over, we got you.”

 

I was so fucking grateful, I gave him my cell and they walked into the steam room while I took a shower. This felt like a great beginning.

 

The next few weeks we worked out like crazy, they helped me with my form and spotted me when I needed it. They began to talk up the academy, which they had just graduated from, they were both very young for cops, maybe 24 tops, but built like motherfuckers. They began telling me how I could be a cop and that the academy was looking for guys like me. As much as I hated my dad, the sound of being a cop myself began to appeal to me.

 

I couldn't stop thinking about it, especially since Mason and Sebastian encouraged me daily during our workouts. Maybe they saw something in me, or perhaps they just wanted a way to connect deeper to me? Either way, I began to see it as a possibility after high school.

 

Finally, I began to talk to them about it, asking what I needed to do to train for it. They began to go over the physical exercises they were drilled on and began to run me through mock versions of it as a workout. The other cops cheered me on once they saw what I was doing, it felt like I had become one of them in some way.

 

Once I had the exercises down, they said the next was mental prep. They said there were a lot of tests and memorizations I would need to master, but they had the books still at their place. They invited me back one night so I could start to study them. I went to their place, they shared a small apartment with two rooms, it screamed male with a kitchen full of protein powders and meal preps, the whole place smelled like a locker room, a smell I had to admit I liked.

 

Mason came out with a few books, here, these are the first-year ones, look them over, there are practice tests in the back, take your time and if you have any questions just ask us, we’ll talk you through it.

 

I thanked them and they drove me home, I had never in my life been so happy to be assigned homework. As I studied the books I realized a few things, the first was becoming a cop was not as easy as it seemed and two, I was a complete moron.

 

I had spent most of high school playing on my body and looks, not actually studying. I knew more about how to get a girl’s panties off than I did about this shit. I admitted it to them the next time we lifted and they both laughed.

 

“Yeah, it’s complicated,” Mason said between sets, “We had study groups when we did it. Bring the books next time, when we’re done working out come over and we’ll go over it with you.”

 

“You guys would do that?” I asked in awe.

 

Sebastian nudged me, “For our little cop pup, anything.”

 

I was beaming.

 

The next session I brought my books and when we were done, we went back to their place to study. They ordered us a pizza and they went over the concepts that were puzzling me, slowly I began to understand it, very slowly. As the days turned to weeks they became like a second family, I loved these guys and they seemed to feel the same about me. When we were finished with the first book, I asked them what else I would need to do.

 

It was a Friday, and we were at their place, my mom knew I was staying here for the weekend as we studied so we had spread out in sweats, going over what I needed to work on. They looked at each other and shrugged, “Well there is the drug test.”

 

I shook my head, “I don’t do drugs.”

 

They chuckled, “No, not that, the drug test is where you do drugs so you know how they affect the people you’re arresting. It’s a doozy cause if you freak out you can get failed based on psychological means.”

 

“Wait what? You have to take drugs?”

 

They nodded, “Yeah, a dose under controlled circumstances, so you know if you’re facing a junkie what they are going through. But it’s also like a backdoor psych test, if you lose it they know you aren’t stable.”

 

Shit, that sounded bad.

 

“How do you know if you’ll freak out?”

 

They shrugged, “You don’t until you try it.”

 

I began to panic, I had a lot of shit going on, the odds of me freaking out were…well it was high. Mason saw I was panicking and smiled, “Hey, it's cool, if you want, we can practice.”

 

I looked up at him, “Practice? How?”

 

Sebastian grinned at me, “We’ll give you a dose here, with just us, see how you react. That way we know what we have to work on.”

 

My stomach soured, the last time I had done anything was…was with dad. What if they dosed me during the academy and I had a flashback? Shit, this was bad.

 

Sebastian came over and put an arm around me, “Hey, it's ok, listen. You’re here all weekend, let’s get your feet wet and if you want, we’ll take it with you, so you don’t feel so weird.”

 

“Really?”

 

Mason just nodded, “Of course pup, we got you.”

 

We started with some beers, I had been drunk before but they said it was a nice onramp, next was some weed. They had a couple of joints they had confiscated from some dealers, I had done weed once or twice with friends but this shit was strong. I sat on the couch between them feeling no pain, they had taken their shirts off and were laughing at nothing.

 

“Aren’t you hot pup?” Mason asked, pulling at my shirt.

 

I nodded and held my arms up and he pulled it off and tossed it aside, “Jesus kid,” Sebastian said, running his hands over my pecs and abs, “You are smoking hot.”

 

His fingers made me shiver as I suppressed a moan, “Thanks…”

 

“Ok, last one,” Mason said, pulling out an Altoids tin, “Lemme see your tongue,” I stuck my tongue out and he placed a small pill on it, “Ok swallow.”

 

I gulped the pill and he handed me a beer to wash it down. They both took one and did the same, “What was that?” I asked as they passed another joint to me.

 

“Molly,” Sebastian said taking the joint from me, “It's as hard as they get…give it a few and it will kick in.”

 

I nodded, closing my eyes, I hadn’t felt his relaxed…since forever. I just sat there, letting the world spin around me, enjoying my own little puddle of happy…

 

I don’t know how much time passed before I heard Mason asked, “How you feeling?”

 

My eyes stayed closed as I smiled, “Good.”

 

“How does this feel?” and then something pinched my nipple.

 

My eyelids fluttered open, and I found myself staring right into Sebastian’s face, my mouth slightly agape, trying to comprehend why his face was so close to mine. Before I could process further, he pressed his lips against mine, sending waves of sensation rippling throughout my entire body. His hand snaked behind my neck, deepening the kiss, and I couldn’t help but respond in kind. Our tongues tangled passionately as I grabbed onto his shoulders, unable to believe what was happening. I felt like I was drowning in him for a moment before he pulled back and smiled at me.

 

His large, calloused hands roamed along my shoulders, down my torso before coming to rest firmly upon my hips. His lips parted mine hungrily, his tongue seeking entry inside my mouth. Every caress sent shivers coursing down my spine leaving me utterly lost in ecstasy. I gave in fully for a moment, allowing myself to be led by his experience. 

 

And then my consciousness surfaced…I was kissing a guy!

 

“Wait…” I gasped, my entire body shaking from pleasure. My cock was painfully hard as I moved away from him, “What…are…”

 

I moved back into Sebastian and his arms moved around me, “Shhh, we got you,” he said as he licked around the edge of my ear.

 

I moaned as I felt my body melt into his arms, my head rolled back and I felt him begin to nibble on my neck, “Let go pup…we know what you need.”

 

For a moment my mind was gone, I whimpered as I felt his teeth mark me over and over, god this felt so good…

 

And then I sat up, “No!” I said, my head reeling, “I’m not…not…”

 

“A fag? Gay? Into it?” Mason asked, his hand moving over the obvious bulge in the front of my shorts, “Oh baby boy, we’ve seen the video…you loved it.”

 

My eyes widened as I realized they had known who I was the whole time!

 

He nodded as he moved towards me, lying me back into Sebastian’s arms, “We saw you pup, and we say how much you liked it, loved it, how you begged for it…”

 

I shook my head as I fell back into Sebastian.

 

Mason kissed up my neck, “You loved it, were begging for it…some on Baxter,” his face hovered over mine, “Admit it.”

 

I shook my head, but no words would come out of my mouth.

 

“Just.” Kiss. “Let.” Kiss. “Go.”

 

I groaned as he bit my neck again, the pain becoming a pleasure I hadn’t felt since…since dad. I threw my head back as he kept kissing me. Sebastian’s hands roamed my body from behind, it was like being trapped in a prison of ecstasy and I was losing the will to escape.

 

His body pressed against mine and the warmth, the weight…pressing down on me…I closed my eyes and surrendered to the desire. My cock throbbed as he kissed me, I could hear myself screaming in my head to stop him, to push him off but my body refused to listen. The hunger, the yearning to be touched, caressed...it was all I could feel. I should have been screaming, thrashing in panic…instead, pleasure flooded through my veins, making me crave more and more of whatever was happening. 

 

I knew this wasn’t right, but I didn’t care anymore, I was tired of being sad or pissed or feeling sorry for myself. I just wanted to feel anything more than what I had been. Mason’s mouth found mine and I froze as his tongue pushed against mine…I couldn’t kiss a guy…I wasn’t a fag…I wasn’t…I wasn’t…

 

He pulled back and looked me in the eye, “Stop fighting this,” he said, “We know what you need.”

 

“What do I need?” I asked, honestly asking at this point.

 

He leaned in, his hot breath on my ear as he whispered, “You need daddy to fuck you again.”

 

I shuddered as my cock lurched, a low moan escaped my lips before Mason kissed me again, this time I kissed back. His hand slid down the length of my thigh, rubbing against the fabric covering my cock, sending electric shocks through my body. This shouldn't happen; I told myself repeatedly, yet I still allowed it to continue that voice grew dimmer and farther away…as his hand moved up my shorts and grabbed my cock I broke the kiss, throwing my head back as I whimpered, “Daddy…”

 

He sat up, grabbed the waist of my shorts, and paused, “Lift your hips, baby…”

 

Time stopped, though my mind was fogged I knew this was the moment, this was the turning point. I could stop this, I could shake my head and they would stop, I could feel it. They weren’t here to rape me…they were here to use me…willingly. Anything that happened after this wouldn’t be on them, it would be all me. I thought about my girlfriend, my life…everything that came before this moment…

 

All I could see was my dad’s face as I rode his cock.

 

I slowly lifted my hips as he pulled my shorts off, my leaking cock slapping my abs as he tossed them aside. He grabbed my length again, shaking his head, “Look at how hot you are!” he said, lazily stroking my dick, “Such a big boy…”

 

I bucked my hips into his hand, thrusting my needy cock into his hand, Sebastian’s hand moved over my pecs, pinching my nipples as I writhed between them. My whole world was pleasure, Sebastian licked my ear and asked me quietly, “You want your daddies to take care of you?”

 

I nodded and pulled his face to mine, “Please daddy…”

 

And we kissed.

 

It was rough, wet, messy – all things forbidden. His tongue invaded my mouth, forcing itself past my trembling lips, ravaging me causing involuntary sounds of delight to erupt from deep within my chest. As our lips locked, my heart raced faster, desperately reaching out for more stimulation while fear crawled relentlessly underneath my skin. Mason’s hand moved off my cock and was replaced by his mouth.

 

“Oh fuck!” I moaned as I arched my back, shoving my cock down his throat.

 

He gagged as my length hit the back of his throat; I had a huge cock…like my dad. Many girls had complained that I was too big, more than a few nights I had ended up with a hand job because they wouldn’t let me fuck them. Mason quickly recovered though, grabbing the base of me and deep-throating me as the tip of my cock slipped down the opening of his throat.

 

I couldn't think of any other way to describe it besides 'eating', he really devoured my manhood. Each gulp from Mason made me even harder until finally I heard myself calling out "Oh yeah…take it!"

 

Sebatian’s hands roamed all over my chest and abs as Mason choked on my cock. I felt teeth on my neck, and I sobbed as I felt him mark me again, leaving delicate bruises all over my neck like a common whore.

 

Mason came off my cock and spread my legs wider, as he began to lick my taint I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming. Sebastian grabbed my legs and pulled them back as Mason spread my ass cheeks…revealing my tiny, little jock hole. I felt his breath blow on it before his tongue began to lap around my puckered entrance. I held my breath as he did smaller and smaller laps around my hole until finally, he stabbed his tip into me…

 

“DADDY!” I screamed as I felt his tongue enter me.

 

It wasn't gentle; he was forceful and demanding, owning me completely. He stretched my hole open, pushing deeper with each pass of his tongue as if claiming ownership of my cunt. My muscles quivered beneath his movements, my entire body consumed by waves of intense sensation that only escalated when he began to piston his tongue in and out of me harder.

 

Sebastian kept talking to me as I was tongue fucked, “Yeah open that pussy up, let your daddy eat you out!”

 

My eyes rolled back as I surrendered my body to them, he savagely plunged his tongue into my hole until I was pleading for more. My voice sounded strange to me, so needy, so desperate…as Mason went back to licking my balls two fingers were shoved into me, stretching me out.

 

"That's a good boy," I heard Sebastian say softly. Then it was three fingers in me, filling me up in ways I never imagined possible. Mason worked me expertly, each finger pulling slightly inwards as it penetrated deeper inside me as Sebastian kept kissing me, distracting me from the discomfort with his mouth. Their rhythm was slow and controlled - almost hypnotizing - creating a wave of euphoria throughout my body. 

 

Finally, four fingers moved in and out of me easily as I felt the tingle of my bitch button being tickled by their pressure. I began to buck back into Mason’s hand, and he chuckled, “Baby boy wants more than some fingers?”

 

I looked up and him and nodded eagerly, my need consuming any reservations I was feeling. 

 

He stood and pulled his clothes off, revealing a thick, uncut cock that bobbed over a set of huge bull balls. He smiled as he saw me looking at his length, he straddled my chest, his purplish head brushing my lips, “Get daddy’s cock ready…”

 

I took his massive member in my hands, giving it a quick lick, then lowered my head toward it. It was heavy in my mouth, engulfing most of it, the heat radiating it was insane. I sucked hard, taking the thickness further into my mouth, working to fit even more onto my tongue. My nose filled with the smell of sweaty man, but I barely noticed, lost in the task. As the musky taste mixed with the tang of precum, I became aware of something else…a sudden, unexpected rush of emotion. A hunger, a desire to please him no matter what.

 

It was driving me wild, this urge to satisfy him. The need pushed me to abandon reason, logic crumbling beneath the tidal wave of arousal. I started moving my mouth along his shaft, using one hand to stroke him softly, while the other caressed his nuts. All thoughts drifted from my brain except the fact that I needed to please daddy…I needed to make daddy feel so good!

 

I felt his hand move through my hair, “Oh that’s it boy, worship daddy’s cock…that’s it!”

 

His approval drove me crazy, and I moaned around his cock as I slathered it with my spit, desperate to fit the whole thing in my mouth. I began to choke and gag as he hit the back of my throat, I kept trying to pull back until I hit Sebastian’s chest…I was trapped.

 

He began to force his cock down my throat, I had nowhere to go, they held me fast and all I could was let him fuck my throat, his precum flowing down my throat. I felt his balls his my chin as he face fucked me, I was dizzy, his smell everywhere…his grunts as he pushed down my throat…

 

“Such a hungry boy,” Sebastian said, and I whimpered, my cock still hard as a rock. This was turning me on so fucking much! What was wrong with me?

 

Finally, Mason pushed me off his cock, gasping as I tried to keep sucking him off, “Down boy!” he said, climbing off my chest, “I am not wasting a load on that mouth,” He moved between my legs, lining his cock up to my aching hole, “Ask daddy to fuck you… I want to hear it.”

 

I looked up at him with wide eyes and opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Mason placed his large palms firmly on my shoulders and forced me to look directly into his eyes. He spoke sternly and deliberately, “You want daddy to fuck you, don’t you?”

 

I swallowed hard…and nodded once.

 

His head pressed into me and I closed my eyes as I felt him enter me…

 

My hole was tight, too tight…he strained to push past my muscle, but I had only been fucked once…I moaned as he pushed harder…

 

“Relax baby,” Sebastian said, rubbing my chest, “Relax and push out…”

 

I winced as I tried…Sebastian shifted behind me and then something was under my nose, “Inhale…”

 

I remember this stuff, smells like shit but…I inhale and close my eyes, waiting for it to hit…I felt my hole stretch as Mason kept pushing…

 

And then nothing, my thoughts shattered as the poppers took hold and Mason’s cock pushed into me, this thick cock filling me completely. I hear a needy moaning fills the room; it takes a second for me to realize it is me. 

 

I hear Mason exclaim, “Oh god he is tight!” and then Sebastian, “Fuck him bro, fuck him hard.”

 

I felt Mason’s cock slide out of me and I arched my back as I tried to follow it…he grabbed my waist and slammed back into me hard. My world seemed to skip as his cockhead punched my prostate, making my whole body jerk. I heard him chuckle as he pulled back and thrust into me again. My whole body shuddered and they both laughed.

 

“I found his clit,” Mason said, pulling back slightly and then pushing forward. His thick head seemed to press down on that spot, and I began to wail with pleasure as Sebastian held me still.

 

“You like that baby? You like daddy’s cock?”

 

I nodded as he began to work up a rhythm, “Oh god…” I cried, “Shit…oh fuck…more!”

 

Mason grabbed my legs and spread them wide, and he began to fuck me properly, like a real bitch. The room was filled with my mewing screams as he plowed my ass like a real man, it felt as incredible as it had when dad fucked me. My ties curled as he owned my jock cunt, using my hole like he wanted, not caring if I was liking it or not, just using me like dad had.

 

“You like that slut?” Sebastian asked me as I drooled down my chin.

 

I nodded, “Fuck me daddy…fuck me…”

 

They both chuckled as Mason sped up, “Dude, he is so fucking tight…”

 

“Lemme feel…”

 

Mason pulled out of me and I groaned in disappointment. Sebastian pulled me up under my arms and Mason moved me and lined my ass up with the other man’s cock. Sebastian let go and I slid down his length, my head slammed back as I felt his cock stretch me even fuller! Holy fuck he was so big! 

 

“Oh, daddy!” I cried as I felt my ass walls get pried open by his horse cock, “You’re too big!” I whined but I was lying. His cock…it felt like dad’s, huge, thick, filling me up completely. As I slid down his length I leaned back and kissed him, loving the feeling of him bitching me out.

 

I rode his cock slowly, loving the way it split me open as I pushed down on him. I felt my back arch as I desperately tried to force more of him in me, I strained as I pulled myself off it, scratching my hungry clit with each motion…driving myself crazy.

 

“That’s it,” he said, “Ride daddy’s cock…be a good boy and fuck yourself.”

 

His words burned into my brain as I steadied myself on either side of him as I slammed myself down on his fucking elephant dick. I was lost in my lust, in my delirium I was riding my dad’s cock again, it wasn’t Sebastian’s hands pulling me down by my waist, it was my dad. It wasn’t some strange cop I met in a gym I was begging to fuck me harder, it was my dad and it wasn’t two relative strangers that were fucking me…

 

It was my daddy.

 

As he held me steady, I raised my arms over my head, flexing and moaning for my new daddies, relishing being the slut they are making me. Mason’s hands roam over my body, grasping my aching cock as I fuck myself, I moan shamelessly as he watches me melt, “That’s it, baby boy, fuck yourself…harder…faster…”

 

“Yes, daddy!” I cry, “More…more!”

 

Mason looks at Sebastian and grins before he pushed me back onto the other man’s chest and lines his cock up to his boy’s hole…

 

“Wha…daddy?” I ask as I feel my hole stretch again as he presses his cock into me next to Sebastian! I groaned as I felt my little jock hole shudder as the second cock entered me, Sebastian held me down as Mason forced his cock into me. The pain was indescribable but seeing this muscled man leering down at me, the look of domination on his face all I could see was my dad’s face when he fucked me. How I begged him to stop at the time, but he ignored me, shoving the cock that made me into my ass…and how I had loved it.

 

“DADDY!” I screamed as his head popped past my ring of muscle and began to slide next to Sebastian’s…

 

“Oh, fuck dude your cock feels amazing next to mine!” one of them said.

 

“You like that slut? You like your daddy’s cocks?”

 

The cocks had forced my ass walls apart, pressing down on my cunt button instead of just teasing it. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body the pain became a part of the ecstasy and I shuddered around their dicks and nodded, “Oh daddy…so full!”

 

I felt Mason press his entire length into me until his pubes were grinding against my ass…they were both in me fully, they stood still as my cunt spasmed around their cocks, I whimpered and moaned as my mind tried to comprehend how much cock was in me.

 

“Is our baby boy happy?” Sebastian? Mason? One of my daddies asked, “Does our little slut want to be fucked?”

 

I said nothing, my mind on fire…

 

Mason leaned down, “You want to be our boy? Be our boyslut and let us fuck you?”

 

My vision was blurred as I looked up at him, tears of joy rolling down my cheek as I nodded, “Yes…please fuck me daddy!”

 

He smiled, “Anything for my boy…”

 

He slid his cock back and my back arched as I sobbed, feeling my guts move with his cock before he slammed it back. I saw flashes of light behind my eyes as those cocks impacted in me, he slowly pulled out again, drawing a needy mewling cry out of me before punching me with his cock again. One thrust after another and my head fell to the side, no longer able to hold myself up…he began to fuck me harder and I just jerked, a rag doll for them to use as Sebastian began to thrust up.

 

Then their cocks passed my jock clit I would shudder and let out an unintelligible moan as all I knew was white hot joy from being their hole. 

 

“Fucking jock slut!” Mason growled, fucking me harder, “Think we didn’t see you? Tight shorts, ripped shirts, walking this tight ass around the gym…begging someone to fuck you? God damned cock tease…”

 

A weak, “Sorry daddy…” fell out of my mouth as drool pooled on my shoulder as my smooth, muscled body was moved and molested in any which way by them. I was no longer a person, I was their sex doll…their cocks sending images of my dad as he fucked me through my brain…

 

I had never been so happy.

 

“Fuck I am going to pop,” Sebastian moaned.

 

Mason sped his fucks up, “Breed him, dude, let’s get our little boyslut pregnant!”

 

His face loomed over mine, “You want your daddies to cum in you?”

 

“Please daddy…more…” I slurred, no longer sure of where I was, all I knew was cock.

 

“You’re gonna be our boy…” one of them said as their thrusts became frantic, “you will be our little slut…”

 

As their cocks rubbed my clit, I felt my cock begin to throb and I moaned and thrash, my balls began to tingle as I began to make needy and desperate sounds, begging my daddies to make me cum without words. We were no longer human, no thought passed through our brains, we were animals, three savage beasts breeding mindlessly. One of them groaned and I felt a warmth in my jock pussy and my cock exploded…

 

Hot cum rained over my chest and abs like a baptism…as my mouth opened in a silent scream I was reborn…no longer Baxter White, lacrosse jock, bodybuilder, alpha teen…I was my daddy’s boyslut, a willing hole to be fucked and loved and used…

 

For as long as they would fuck me.

 

Two Weeks Later…

 

The three of us were covered in sweat as we stumbled towards the locker room. We had gone hard on back and lats and the burn felt amazing. We were full of bravado and energy as we began to strip off our sweaty clothes, grabbing a towel from our lockers. 

 

“I gotta take a piss,” I told them, “I’ll meet you in there.”

 

Mason nodded, “Don’t dawdle.”

 

I shook my head and walked over to the urinal. As I was pissing one of the cops walked by, “Looking good out there boy.”

 

I smiled, “Thanks sir, I’m trying.”

 

“When do you join the academy?”

 

“Right after graduation, I got a scholarship for criminology.”

 

“Sweet, you’re gonna make a good cop.”

 

I blushed as I flushed, “Thanks sir, I hope so.”

 

I washed my hands and walked out into the locker room, walking over to the steam room. I opened the door and walked in, the darkened room was filled with steam and I couldn’t see anything.”

 

“Daddy?” I called out and I heard a chuckle, “Lose the towel slut.”

 

I dropped the towel and stood there naked waiting…

 

A strange voice said, “Come sit on daddy’s lap…”

 

I smiled and followed it as hands roamed my body as I walked over to the stranger…no, as I walked over to my new daddy for the day.

 

Time to get fucked.

 

[PERVERSATILE]

GodDamn Mister-that is some Prize Winning Blue Ribbon Adult Literature , you done good. Did you hear about the guy that was born with both sex organs? Yeah, true story. A brain and a penis.