Cop's Son: Part 2 =================
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2002, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.
(By popular demand, here's a part 2 to what was supposed to be
a stand-alone story.)
My Life -------
My life had changed about two weeks ago now. Changed forever. My
name is Jon and my father is a cop in a moderately sized city. His
partner is Mr. Greene and Mr. Greene's son is Mike. Mike is a fag.
I had been your average high school senior until two weeks ago.
Then my parents took a vacation and had me stay at the Greene's,
that's when Mike made me his fucktoy.
Twice, I've been tempted not to show up at the abandoned bleachers
at two o'clock to serve Mike. But each time I've thought about
what would happen if the blackmail pictures of me he took were to
show up around the school: my life would be ruined.
Of course there are the beatings also. Gut punch after gut punch,
choking, and occasional kicks to the groin to punctuate my
"disobedience."
Fuck. I do ~not~ want to be gay, I thought to myself as I pulled
up my pants after Mike fucked me. Mike pulled me up by my hair
rapidly and socked it to me in the guts. "My house, tonight at
6PM, be there or your kneepad pics will be the talk of the school
tomorrow," he said as he let go of my hair and let me slump into
the dirt.
All I could think was, "FUCK."
Alone at the Greene's ---------------------
I rang the doorbell at six exactly, the one time I had shown up
about two minutes late behind the bleachers, Mike had slammed me
in the groin and spent ten minutes choking me and gut punching me
before making me get on my knees in the dirt and suck his dick in
apology before taking it up the ass.
Mike was wearing a junior officer's uniform and pulled out a
slender, night-stick. Mike explained, "Dad has been teaching me
how to ~control~ a suspect with the night-stick, now get up to my
room and strip, you are going to be doing another photo shoot for
me."
I scrambled up the stairs, the odd thing--my cock was rock hard
against my jeans. I stripped quickly and stood in the center of
his room. Mike joined me with an expensive looking digital camera.
"Jonnie, be a good boy and pull out my gay porn stash from between
the mattress," Mike said.
I reluctantly pulled it out. Mike handed me the night-stick and
instructed me to start reading the magazines and play with the
night-stick in my fuckhole and make pretty for the camera. I
hesitate just long enough to receive two sharp kicks below my
ribs. I swear I have permanent bruises there. I began by opening
some of the porn and stroking my cock. Mike took dozens of
pictures. Then at his behest, I started licking the night-stick to
lube it up. Finally I shoved it up my ass and rode it while
stroking off with the other hand. Mike made me keep it up till I
shot my load.
Then he told me to go clean the night-stick. I went to the
bathroom. I returned to his room to find him with the camera
attached to his computer.
"Put the porn away Jonnie boy. I'm uploading the pictures
including ones with your face blacked out to a digital photo site
and then posting some selected links to them in LiveJournal," Mike
said. I could feel my insides crumbling. I handed Mike the
night-stick, numb on the inside.
Mike suggested we hot tub. One of the house rules though was that
the hot tub use had to be entirely naked. We went out into the
warm desert air and sat in the hot tub. We were in for about
thirty minutes when Mr. and Mrs. Greene came home. "Oh, hi Jon,"
Mr. Greene said to me.
Mrs. Greene piped in, "Mike you told Jonnie the house rules about
the hot tub?
"Yeah mom," Mike chimed back.
Mrs. Greene nodded approvingly. FUCK They had to know I was
his fuck toy. Mr. Greene took his dress clothes off and Mrs.
Greene followed suit and in less than a minute they were sitting
next to us in the hot tub.
The hot tub felt so good for my sore abdomen and I did not want to
get up. Mr. Greene suddenly announced, "Mike, I need to talk to
you for a minute." Then Mr. Greene got out of the tub and Mike
quickly followed suit.
Mrs. Greene -----------
Alone with Mrs. Greene for the first time since I had become her
teenage son's fuck toy, she asked the pregnant question: "You gay
too?"
I blushed. She said, "Mr. Greene and I love Mike just the same,
I'm sure your parents would love you the same too."
"I'm 100% straight," I said.
"So you jonesing for me," she said in a sexy whisper. She was hot,
but I noticed my dick was not rock hard. My heart sank, was
all the fucking making me gay?
She continued, "I thought not." I looked down trying to avoid her
glance. "You in love with Mike," she said.
I shook my head. Mrs. Greene came across the hot tub and got in my
face, her tits were right in front of me. She was stunning, if I
had wanted to I could have licked her tits by just moving my face
slightly. My cock was limp. She bent closer and whispered in my
ear, "Do not lie to me, you will find yourself over Mr. Greene's
lap getting a whipping you will not forget with his police
belt."
She stayed on top of me and I realized suddenly for the first time
since becoming Mike's fuck toy that I might actually be gay. She
pushed against me and reached down to my limp dick.
"Complete faggot," she announced. "Now, answer my question
honestly."
"I am not sure MA'AM," I responded honestly.
Mr. Greene ----------
Before I could reach Mike, Mr. Greene was waiting at the top of
the stairs and took me into his study. I was still dripping some
water and in their heavily air conditioned house, my nipples were
erect. Mr. Greene was dressed and even had his uniform on. I
remembered that he and my dad were working tonight. In fact, my
dad was going to be over in probably twenty or thirty minutes to
pick up Mr. Greene in the squad car.
"If my dad saw me like this," I thought.
"Did you and Mrs. Greene have a good talk," Mr. Greene asked.
"Yes, SIR," I responded.
"Good, I want you to know I talked to Mike and he assured me you
boys are having safe sex. He also told me you are still in the
closet," Mr. Greene said all matter of factly.
"Yes, SIR," I agreed.
"I really am relieved to see him going out with someone as nice as
you, feel free to come to our house as often as you want to be
with him," Mr. Greene said.
HONK HONK
"Gotta run, work," Mr. Greene said leaving the room.
I walked down the hall to Mike's room, he was already laying in
bed. "Come on in Jonnie," he said, "what did you think of my
parents?"
"Um, interesting," I said.
"My parents don't want us to use separate beds in here any more so
get in with me," he said.
I nodded and lay down next to Mike.
Piss? -----
The next day was uneventful. At two I was out behind the
bleachers. I should perhaps mention that our school had had to
close down its sports teams and all other extracurricular
activities. Thus, at most one or two people would be in the
general area and I could usually get behind the bleachers without
being noticed.
Mike was already there and told me to get on my knees. I opened my
mouth and he whipped out his dick but instead of shoving it in for
me to suck, he told me to "Open wide and drink up."
Next thing I knew there was a torrent of piss flowing into my
mouth. I realized immediately that any I did not swallow would get
on my clothing. I tried to swallow it all up as it came in. Mike's
piss was hot and salty. I had no time to be revolted because as
soon as he finished pissing he shoved his cock in for sucking.
After a few minutes he stood me up and I had to bend over to be
fucked.
When he finished he told me he was leaving me a list of items to
get before he stayed at my house for a week starting Friday while
his parents were traveling on vacation.
I felt thoroughly used and humiliated and then I suddenly realized
that I liked it.
Sex Shop --------
I picked the list Mike had left off the ground and shook the dirt
off the hundred dollar bills he had left. "FUCKER," I shouted to
no one in particular realizing that Mike had left me no excuses
for not getting the equipment required.
I asked my mom for permission to borrow the car when I got home.
It was already Wednesday and Thursday my mom usually liked to take
me out for dinner alone without dad for us to just "talk." Fuck.
Mom did not ask too many questions and I drove the car into a
seedy part of downtown to the address on the slip of paper.
I looked down at the list at the first item "butt plug, medium." I
must have seemed out of sorts because the clerk came from behind
the counter and said something like, "first time?"
"Yeah," I said noncommittally.
"Got a list," he asked?
I handed the clerk the list. He took it and looked down it, ok we
have all of this stuff, let me show you. He guided me first to a
collection of various shapes and sizes of dildos and butt plugs.
He picked up one of the black butt plugs and a black set of
plastic anal beads.
"This is the butt plug," he said handing me the butt plug. Then he
handed me the anal beads saying, "these are one type of anal bead
that our customers like since they hold in better." I could not
imagine having a string of eight or nine one inch diameter balls
shoved into me, but then again if you had asked me two weeks
earlier I would not have been able to imagine getting fucked by a
guy and liking it.
"Now we have a couple of different types of tit clamps, take of
your shirt so I can demonstrate," the clerk said. I hesitated, and
he said, "I've seen a lot more than your nipples in this store,
now get it off so we can find ones you like." I took off my shirt
and he put a different type of clamp on each tit. The sensation
was rather intense and also a bit painful. We settled on a medium
sized pair that did not cause me too much pain.
"Ok, ball spreaders did you want metal or leather," the clerk
asked in the same tone that other clerks ask paper or plastic.
"Um," I stammered, "what's the difference?"
"Cost, comfort, intensity, the metal ones are bit harder to get on
sometimes but the feel is a bit more intense."
I shrugged.
The clerk helped himself to undoing my pants where he found me
quite erect and without so much as a how do you do was forcing my
cock into a metal ball spreader. "That will do" he said after
forcing my balls through the openings. The feeling of the cold
metal surrounding my balls was intense and also the sensation of
having them away from my body was weird. I was rock hard. "Wear
that out?"
I nodded and pulled up my pants.
"Ok," he said, "that will come to about $180 plus tax."
I handed him two hundred dollar bills. My cock was raging inside
my pants. It was only seven o'clock so I decided to drive over to
Mike's.
Nude Jonnie Boy Dot Com -----------------------
Mrs. Greene greeted me and told me to go upstairs. She did not
even remark on the huge bulge in my cock. Mike grunted in
acknowledgment at me at told me to strip. I noticed he was
reviewing a web site and then I recognized the pictures--it was
me. Before I could say something he said, "how do you like our web
site?"
I stammered and he came over to me and put his hands around my
throat and told me to sit down in front of the computer. I read
the page.
Subscribe to some of the hottest teen-boy pics on the web.
Added bonus: Check regularly for new pics or for his identity to
be revealed. Jonnie-boy is the property of Mike. If Mike does
not place a special "blackmail" file on the server each Sunday,
then the pictures on this site will automatically be replaced
with versions with Jonnie-boy's face. You can also read a diary
of Jonnie-boy's torments.
Only $99.95/year billed discretely to your credit card.
Sign up Now!
The true depths of my dilemma were beginning to sink in.
"We already have 500 subscribers since I started the site when you
were over the first night," Mike beamed, "I'm sure they'll love
pictures of you in the new gear we bought. As a bonus you will get
50% of the money which is a cool $50K so far less the five hundred
I gave you to buy the toys."
I started to cry and he dropped me to the floor, tackled me and
gut punched me a few times. "Behave yourself Jonnie-boy," he said.
I collected myself and then let him take pictures of me. Every
picture included my face. Mike showed me how he uploaded two
versions of every picture one with the face blacked out, the other
with my face included.
The pictures we took that night focused on me in my ball spreader.
Me playing with my new butt plug and me playing with the anal
beads. I found I really enjoyed the anal beads.
Then he showed me about a 'cron' script running on the computer
that checked for a file called 'blackmail' in the root directory
of the server. If the file was present when the script ran on
Sunday at midnight, the file was deleted and the web site left
unchanged. ~But~, if the file was missing then every picture on
the site would be swapped out for versions that included my face.
Around ten, his mom walked in without knocking. "Oh Jon, you're
still over," she said ignoring my nudity or the tit clamps firmly
attached to my nipples. "You should probably head home its getting
late."
"Yeah, I called my mom and said Mike was showing me some stuff on
the web around nine and she said it was ok for me to stay over," I
explained.
"Ok then," Mrs. Greene said as she left the room.
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