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Chapter 2:
I walked fast, too fast, as if the distance could tear me away from what I had just experienced. But it wasn't the scene itself that haunted me, it was what I had felt. That strange tingling, that insidious warmth that had passed through me when I saw him.
My son, humiliated, helpless in front of the behemoth Caleb. This was not normal. And yet, it was at this precise moment when he found himself on his knees in front of this other boy, his gaze resigned, his jaw deformed by Caleb's anaconda, that something had vibrated in me.
An uncontrollable wave, almost euphoric, which had left me speechless. How was this possible? I ran a hand over my face, my heart pounding. It wasn't disappointment, or even rage. It was... something else. Something I couldn't, or didn't want to, name, but that despite myself managed to express itself through my body. My cock had gotten hard. Every detail of the scene came back to me:
Caleb's charisma that I was almost envious of, that sort of silent domination that had imposed itself between them. And I was just a simple spectator. A fascinated spectator.
The thought made me shiver, a mixture of shame and confusion washing over me. How could I have felt this way? It wasn't just a guilty pleasure, it was deeper, more visceral. A perverse desire within my being.
I stopped short, my breath caught. My own body was betraying me again, I could feel the blood rushing to my penis at the memory I desperately wanted to erase. My fists clenched, my nails digging into my palm, searching for a physical pain to dissipate what was overwhelming me.
It was an aberration. An anomaly. I had seen my son humiliated, and I had felt a form of pleasure that I could neither explain nor accept. I tried again and again to chase away the thought, but it came back stronger and more precise, leaving me at the mercy of my own confusion.
What did that say about me? I had always believed I was an upright man, that's why I entered the police institute, a father capable of defending what he loved. But there... there, I was lost. The memory was still calling me, insistent, and I hated that part of me that would give anything to relive it or even see what could have happened if they had gone further.
I punched a wall, my breath panting, trying to free myself from the oppressive feeling. But the truth was still there, lurking in the shadows. Something had awakened inside me today, and I wasn't ready to face it. * * * * * * *
I got into the car and stood there for a moment, my hands on the steering wheel. The silence weighed heavily, as if the world was waiting for me to make the first move. A deep breath later, I turned the key. The engine started, and with it, I tried to resume the usual routine of my life.
The drive to the police station was familiar, almost automatic. At this hour, the streets were quiet, bathed in a cold sun. If my eyes were on the road, my mind was not... whatever I did today I knew everything would taste different.
Once again the events came back to me, but this time I processed them with hindsight. In the cold, things seemed clearer. Or maybe just more bearable. A part of me tried to rationalize.
"It was due to the shock... it surprised you and prevented you from acting" I said out loud, seriously to try to convince myself. In the end no one had surprised me so I can still get out of this situation, I just have to give myself time and all this will be a distant memory. I smiled at this thought... I can get out of this, I just have to desire it ardently and I'm not sure my cock is ready to do that.
I put on my impassive captain face when I returned to the station, everyone was busy doing their job so I took the opportunity to lock myself away directly in my office.
I sat at my desk, leafing through a file without really reading it. The words were jumbled together, the sentences were blurry. Every time I tried to delve into it, my mind would drift. I had a high-level position, so I couldn't let myself be distracted. I got up and paced around my office, hoping that it would take my mind off things for at least a second.
It is clear that nothing could, I stopped fighting with myself and let my brain replay for the umpteenth time these perverse scenes, I took advantage of being alone to finally succumb to the pleasure that I tried so hard to restrain. I started by visualizing Caleb, this guy had one of the hottest bodies with an aura of dominance just like me.
Mechanically my hands began to tickle my body over my work clothes. I touched my sensitive spots with my fingertips giving myself delicious torture and the more I let myself be carried away by my desire the less I could control myself.
As if I were stripping, my cock was starting to feel cramped in my boxers and demanded to come out. So my hands went down to undo the buckle of my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles. My cock was pointing towards the ceiling and ready to be used. With one hand I grabbed my tool and jerked myself off slowly while the other played with my balls.
As inaudible as my moans were, I heard them enough to make me lose all regard for the outside world; nothing mattered more to me than my enjoyment at that moment.
I sniffed my hand impregnated with my virile male scent then put a little saliva on it to slide better on my cock.
"Mhhhhhh...Ohhhhhh"
Caleb's mocking look, Able's submission, the shock on my face and if we add to that the fact that it was in the basement of the high school the right place for all kinds of vice and the fact that I could be surprised in my own office, all this was just one more motivation for me to jerk off but I wanted more... a lot more, Why settle for a simple handjob when there is my boy always ready to serve right next door? In a flash I took my phone from Eddie and informed him to meet me in my office.
My cock twitched with impatience to stuff his favorite lair, meanwhile I settled into 'pasha' mode on my chair, hands behind my head, legs spread, eyes closed. The door slamming was the signal that my guest was present.
"Shit" he said.
I just smiled and raised my eyebrows in a knowing way. From where he was he could see the tip of my stiff cock coated in precum, it was enough to make his mouth water though. Eddie came closer with his eyes full of stars, he wanted to go around the desk but I ordered him to go under the desk, it was much more exciting like that. His face was now between my legs and inhaled my scent. I found this act extremely erotic, I marked my territory on this boy so that the others know that he is already under the tutelage of a male, a real one.
"That's it, go ahead...inhale your man's scent and treat him like he deserves."
"Yes Sir!"
"Mhhhhh...go on lick it...like it's your favorite ice cream, but it is, isn't it?"
"Yes Sir"
Eddie was made for this, there was no doubt, and to think that before he thought he was the alpha of the group, I would give anything for these guys to see what he has become for me.
"Mhhhhhh....Ohhhhhhh....you like it,huh,Mhhhh....you're doing such a good job..suck it now"
Eddie opened his mouth wide, I watched as this hungry man made my cock disappear down his throat that seemed bottomless. I rolled my eyes at how good it felt, was this how Able sucked? Was he that good?
I let Eddie take control of the blowjob for now, watching him salivate and suck my cock devotedly, each time he came back on my cock to take more I felt like I was discovering a new part of his bottomless throat each time. "Mhhhhhh....ohhhhh.....fuck yeah.... »
Eddie thought my moans were from his work and that's not entirely wrong but when I think back to what I saw, holy shit I could cum just thinking about it. I took finally got control and started pounding into Eddie's mouth like Caleb did to my son.
"Mhhhhh....it slides well....Ohhhhhh....ohhhhhh....Mhhhhhh... " Eddie stayed in place as best he could to let me use him, his hands were still placed on my knees ready to push away just in case. I didn't like that at all.
"Take your hands off...Mhhhhh...you're my boy, my faggot, my hole...you don't have to pull out you hear...if you can't take it all then you're going to have to practice more often" He mumbled a barely understandable 'sorry sir' and pulled his hands away to place them behind his back.
"We don't talk with our mouths full, bitch...Mhhhhhh...ohhhhhhh...or else...Mhhhh...Fuck yeah...is it that my cock isn't filling you up?...is that it...my cock isn't big enough?"
My ego took it badly I found the strength to go even faster. He couldn't stop the 'sluprs' from his mouth, she sang non-stop for my great pleasure. Eddie's eyes were soaked with tears but that wasn't enough for me, I wanted to see him red, ready to faint on my cock.
"Mhhhh...Ohhhhhh....ohhhhhhh.....open wider slut....Mhhhhh...you want daddy's juice no, then work for....mhhhhh.....Ohhhhh...you feel my cock there"
Eddie didn't know what else to do to make me happy and he was already at his max and I wasn't satisfied, what I wanted was out of reach, I was feeding an unhealthy obsession with this memory.
I wanted to see on Eddie the same look that Able showed for Caleb, I wanted Eddie to serve me the same way that Able served Caleb. With Eddie I had recourse to a whole stratagem to make him mine, Caleb is natural, That MOTHERFUCKER, it's unfair.
"Mhhhhh....I'm the best...My cock is the best you've ever tasted huh....you're addicted to it... Mhhhh...you and your little slutty mouth...look at you, you're pathetic, drool all over your face, you love your fate...Mhhhhhh..Ohhhh" More and more dirty pictures permeated my brain, Able and Caleb, Eddie and me...Me and Caleb.
The image of Caleb and I making out with each other triggered my orgasm. I came in Eddie's mouth like a fountain releasing a big load. Eddie reveled in my taste and suckled my cock like a baby bottle. The orgasm was so good, I felt so much lighter. My cock continued to pulsate the last jets of cum before Eddie began to gently clean me.
I still took the opportunity to continue to push my spear into his mouth to enjoy the last moments of pleasure before reality caught up with me. After the orgasm I felt even more ashamed, dirty and shaking than I did before I went into the office, Eddie's blowjob just made things worse. What's wrong with me, everything was going perfectly well in my life. How could I let this happen, why did I cum at the sight of Caleb and I naked, entwined, kissing and caressing each other. Since I learned about this kid nothing is going right in my life.
I was finally coming home after a busy day at work, my morale at its lowest, I quickly looked at the time on the clock, Able should be back in a few minutes. I don't know what behavior should I adopt to make him understand that I know that the problem is more serious than he had told me?
At the same time, if I do that, it would mean that I followed him today and therefore saw his 'talents' deployed and then it would raise the question of why I didn't intervene. I imagined Able asking me this question, I couldn't decently answer 'I liked seeing you get your jaw dislocated by your attacker's anaconda' Shit then, what's done is done, I absolutely had to stop blaming myself for this, I already had a solution to my problem I could forget everything and that's it, My son would end up rebelling, it was just a mistake I'm sure of it just like me going, Getting hard on Caleb no but what an idea.
I took a good shower to get rid of all the grime from this morning and then flopped down on the couch ready to watch some football. I absolutely had to think about something else and save this shitty day.
I heard the front door creak, followed by the thud of Able's bag falling to the floor. Every sound in this house seemed amplified tonight, as if the heavy silence was trying to drown out any remorse I had.
"I'm home!" my son's voice called out, clear, almost carefree. Hearing him, I almost felt like I had invented everything I had seen.
"Hi son, how was your day?" I asked. When I think back to that little jerk Caleb, an immeasurable hatred spreads throughout my entire being, a hatred towards myself. I had done nothing. My fists clenched at the memory. A part of me wanted to act right now, go to the living room, put my hands on Able's shoulders and tell him I knew everything, that I was going to make it right. But I couldn't compromise myself like that.
"As usual, annoying, I hope to finish high school quickly and get out of here as soon as possible" he said.
Obviously I understood why he wanted to leave and I also thought that it would be the best option. But in the meantime it's just the start of school so what am I going to do? Let Caleb's dick explore my son's mouth?
I glanced discreetly at Able. He was in the living room, slumped on the couch, the remote in his hand. The channels scrolled without logic, but that wasn't what caught my attention.
It was the slight tremor in Able's fingers from the text. The tiny tension in his jaw that turned to uncertainty in his eyes. I felt my throat tighten. I wanted to say something. I had to say something. Instead, I slowly stepped through the doorframe and leaned against the wall.
"I'm making your favorite meal" was more for me than for him I admit, to prove that I'm a good father.
Able turned his head to him. His eyes seemed calm, his mouth stretched into a smile but his mind wasn't there. Caleb had etched his name into Able's mind and for now nothing mattered.
"Oh yeah..Thanks dad" he replied with a smile that was meant to be confident.
That smile didn't fool me. I nodded slowly.
"Okay. Dinner will be ready in an hour," I said before turning away, feeling the weight of guilt crushing me further with every step.
On the other side of the wall, Able sank further into the couch, his hand tightening on the armrest. Caleb's words still echoed in his head. That smirk.
"What would people say if they knew that?" Able took a deep breath, trying to convince himself that he could erase it all, that he could get back to some semblance of normalcy. But he couldn't deny that this was the hottest, most exciting thing he'd ever done in his life. He was torn between going back to normal life and seeing where it might lead with Caleb, he could only think about him tonight anyway.
The rest of the evening passed in a calmer atmosphere than usual, the father-son duo was each tormented by their demon, a demon that bore the same name.
David tried to make conversation at certain moments to fill this leaden silence but Able always answered in a short, dry manner and spent more time checking if he had received a message.
Finished letting out a sigh, it was clearly the mess in his head. He rereads the message again before locking his phone. I watched him leave, his footsteps betraying his uncertainty. The moment felt surreal, almost suspended in time. When the door to his room closed, I took a breath and reached for the phone. Then I unlocked it.
What I found made my blood boil. Caleb... He had sent a picture of my son's 'work', his face covered in Caleb's cum accompanied by:
"So? i'm still waiting" he texted. What does that mean. What does Caleb expect from Able.
The more I looked at the picture the more unbearable it was, that pic could ruin Able's future ans it's all my fault, What can I do? * * * * * * *
I headed to my room to end this hellish day. My footsteps echoed on the parquet floor, amplifying the silence that weighed on the house. The air was strange, heavy, as if something invisible had taken possession of the place. All the doors were closed, hermetically sealed, the question was whether it was to protect me or to prevent me from fleeing.
The night light filtered through the curtains, casting moving shadows on the walls, and then I burst out laughing as I took a snapshot of the scene, this was my home! Nothing could surprise me!
I walked slowly but surely. I wasn't afraid. I'm never afraid! When I reached my room, I stopped dead. The door was ajar, just enough to let in a thin, soft wisp of light. An invitation or a warning?
I squinted and peered through the opening. My eyes flew open, my breath caught in my throat and my whole body tensed.
He was there, Caleb was there. He was sitting on my bed, naked, legs spread wide open in relaxation mode. How dare this guy? In MY house, in MY room, on MY bed, I felt attacked but what pissed me off the most was his attitude. He exuded an arrogance that was just unbearable to me and yet...I couldn't look away.
I watched him enjoy himself on my bed without any restraint, his eyes were closed, his mouth let out moans, his chest kept rising and falling with his jerky breathing, his hands gripped my sheets to try to keep an anchor in the real world...
"Mhhhh you're doing a good job, baby" I heard. Was there someone with him? Who could it be? The answer came to me naturally and I couldn't help but feel sick: Able.
This can't happen again, especially not at home. This time I have to do something, I have a second chance to do things right, to rectify the situation, but is it so bad if I admit to you that I want to spy on them a little more? I really don't know what's wrong with me.
"Hmmm...I never thought you liked taking risks...Mhhhh...go on suck...Mhhhh...what would your father say if he saw you huh...I'm stupid we'll just have to ask him"
Hearing these words my blood runs cold, I can feel my pulse beating in my brain. I have to go, I can't be surprised but I was paralyzed, what was the excitement? Why would I be excited about my own embarrassment? Fear? Most certainly. What would Able think of me.
I was so far away that I hadn't noticed Caleb peering through the crack at me. His eyes bored into mine and his crooked smile said it all.
"Do you like it, Officer Conrad?" he asked me in a suave voice.
NO...yes...well maybe it's just so confusing in my head. "I'm really sorry, Able told me you'd be watching TV longer," he opened the door enough to let his arm pass through, now stretched across my face.
All I could do was follow him with my eyes. His fingers rested on my jaw, giving it soft caresses, then they rested on my lips.
"Get out of here." MY voice was nowhere near that of the authoritarian officer.
"Big boy, if you really wanted it, I wouldn't have been here for a long time."
on that he left me stranded in the hallway and went back to my bed, but this time he placed himself facing me, I saw his hard dick engorged with blood ready to cum at any moment. I saw Able from behind place himself between his knees and take Caleb's cock in his mouth.
"Mhhh..Ohhhh...Ohhhhhhhh" Caleb was looking straight into my eyes now offering me a new show. He was clearly doing too much but I really liked it, I was hard as a bull. I watched him push his cock deep into my son's throat, or caress his chest, bite his lips...
"Go ahead David, come in, that's what you want, right?" It wasn't Able, nor Caleb, and certainly not me. It was an outside voice, a deep but neutral voice.
I shook my head no, my eyes still fixed on Caleb who was taking immense pleasure in my son's blowjob.
"It's nothing David, just a little distraction, it happens to everyone, you're dying to... Open this door and let yourself go" Who the fuck is this? Against my will my hand began to rise to open this door completely, I don't want to see that and yet I am dying to have a better view.
"No," I managed to say. I repeated the simple word again, hopefully giving me the courage to do the right thing.
"Fuck NO!" I woke up with a start in my bed, short of breath and my chest burning. A dream, it was all just a dream. I leaned on my headboard trying to breathe normally. I tried to ignore the tent that had formed under the sheets for the moment.
I walked towards the mirror to look at myself. I admired the mountain of muscles that my body had become over the years and then my rock hard big cock that was oozing pre-cum.
I contracted my biceps to bring out all the strength it contained, I played with my pecs to remind myself of their volume, their firmness and the hours spent in the gym training like a madman, I ran a calloused hand over my abs, where small scars were proof that my job is not the easiest, I clenched my fists, forcing the tremors to disappear, as if to remind my body who was the master here and finally I took a last look at my work clothes.
How could I forget that I was David Conrad, the most sought-after police officer in the city. Remembering this, I felt a surge of adrenaline throughout my body. I have never felt so good, so strong, so proud to be a man. I felt like Hulk.
If I was able to stop dangerous criminals, it is not a simple high school student who will make me falter. For my son and for my pride, I was not going to let this go, it was no longer a question of watching, dreaming or fantasizing but of teaching Caleb a good lesson and who better than me, a representative of the law to teach him respect?
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