Nick was the model of a high school jock. He played football and baseball, and even though he had just turned sixteen he was already on the varsity teams. That was because he was big for his age, already over six feet tall and well-built - not bulky, but sleek, strong muscles under smooth skin. He didn't have much body hair yet, but he could pull off a decent beard, and he looked years older than he really was. He used that to great advantage, because as soon as he could drive he got himself a good fake ID, one that said he was just over 21. He quickly found that as long as he acted like he belonged there, he could get into any bar in town without the slightest question, and if there was one thing the young jock was good at, it was being totally self-controlled and acting like he was in charge of the world. Inside he often found himself at the center of many people's attentions, especially women from the local college who were almost ten years older than him. More than a few men were interested, too, and he like them even more than the loose women. Nick hadn't been a virgin since he was thirteen, when he'd fucked both his first girl and first guy, and he'd found he definitely found he preferred the guys. He didn't have to worry about knocking one of them up, and they usually knew what they were doing better.
Not only that, but he could be a little rougher with them. He could still remember bending one rival middle-school jock over a bench and fucking him raw, and the way the other boy's grunts of pain had turned into moans of pleasure. Now he had more options, and found himself often visiting gay clubs, especially ones that catered to a more BDSM audience. He found that despite his age he fit right in. It was all about attitude, and even if he wasn't some big, hairy bastard with studded leather, everyone there, from the lowest slaves to the masters, recognized him as a dom. It was all about attitude, and he had that in spades. It wasn't long before he found himself accepted, and if anyone suspected he shouldn't really belong there, no one said anything. He didn't even have to pay for drinks, because he could easily get some sub to do it for him, even as Nick left a load in his mouth.
He couldn't go out every night, which was a shame. Even without school, he had to make sure his dad Steve didn't catch him. His dad was young, only in his mid thirties, and took his parenting duties seriously. His mom hadn't wanted him, and Nick couldn't blame her - what teenager wanted to raise a kid - so his grandparents had taken care of him until his dad was though college, and then his dad took it from there. He was a big-shot manager at an important business, and they were well off. Steve could be didn't have many rules and was usually easy-going as long as Nick kept up with his schoolwork, but going out, drinking, and fucking anonymous men was definitely out of the question. At the very least he'd get his car taken away and another horribly embarrassing lecture - assuming the old man's head didn't explode, because as far as Nick could tell, he was as vanilla and perfectly normal as could be. The only indication Nick had that his dad had sex at all was the way he'd come home late from time to time, smelling of sex and alcohol, and would have that smug just-laid look the next morning. Nick supposed he just didn't need sex much - it wasn't a lack of looks, because he was basically a beefier, older version of Nick. He had a thicker layer of body fat and bigger muscles, had a hairier body even if his hair was getting thinner and a bit greyer up top, and his ass was perfectly shaped. It was too bad, really, because Nick bet it would be a great ass to fuck, and his dad's cock was pretty big too, if the bulge in his underwear was anything to go by. Nick only hoped he'd look as good when he was that age.
One spring night, though, after a great ball game, Nick's world turned upside down. He was at his favorite club, slowly drinking down a bottle of bear in celebration. His dad thought he was out with friends, but he'd told those friends he needed to be home early, and here he was instead. He was dressed for the occasion, with tight jeans, an equally tight white t-shirt, and a leather jacket that had been a present from his dad. Nick loved to watch the others at the club, sizing up the possible conquests and just watch the fun in general. He'd found himself a favorite corner where he couldn't watch but not be noticed. He already had a bitch kneeling at his feet, with his fly unbuttoned so the man could nuzzle and lick at his sweaty jock. Nick idly rubbed his hand through the man's floppy blond hair as his cock was pulled free. He didn't even know what the man's name was, just that he was someone new at the club. He was probably some closet-case frat boy who'd expected to be the one in charge, which suited Nick just fine - he loved breaking in guys like that.
As the frat put his mouth to good us, Nick leaned back and looked around the room. Already there were quite a few pairs and groups forming up around the club. Maybe once he got his first load spent and the post-victory edge taken off, he'd join one of them, see if anyone wanted to share. Then suddenly a familiar shape caught his attention. He sat up straighter and looked more closely, and his eyes widened as he realized he was right - that really was his dad over there. For a moment he almost panicked, then a second glance made reality set in. His dad was there, all right, but shirtless and wearing only thin, clingly silk shorts with a jock underneath. He was surrounded by several other men, all tops, who were running their hands over him appreciatively. More than that, when one of the tops roughly turned him around, Nick realized his dad was wearing a blindfold.
A few minutes later, his dad was being lead towards the back. Nick himself had been back there a few times and knew there were smaller private rooms, including some with slings. He knew exactly what was going to happen back there.
"Up," he growled. He shoved the sub at his feet off his cock, intending to go back there and take a shot at that sweet ass himself. Then he decided that he wasn't, because he wasn't going to fuck his dad's ass - not in some club, where he may as well be any random sperm donor. No, he'd do it right. For now, he'd get rid of his frustration another way.
"Bend over," he said. The dazed sub started to protest, claim he didn't do that sort of thing, but Nick shut up up by bending him over the table and yanking his pants down. He took a pre-lubed rubber from his pocket and rolled it on, then shoved inside.
Oh, yeah, he was going to have that ass.
A few weeks later, he got his chance. His dad was out, so Nick made some preparations. He'd bought a nice pair of bondage cuffs, so he got those out and ready. He also hid a small tube of lube in the master bedroom, just in case he needed it. After that was done, he stripped down to his boxers and turned out all the lights in the house, so he could pretend to be asleep. Then, he waited. Sometime after midnight, he heard the door open and close, and someone coming up the stairs and then head into the bathroom.
He peeked out of his door and smiled at what he saw. Sure enough, his dad Steve was stumbling out of the bathroom, wearing only tighty whiteys. The was a slight wet spot on the ass, and he was walking a little funny. Nick silently crept out of his room and followed his dad down the hall to the master bedroom. Steve yawned and stretched, scratched himself a few times, and then started to get onto the bed. That was when Nick rushed in and struck. He shoved his dad face-down over the bed, and before he even knew what was happening Nick had cuffed first one wrist and then the other, so that Steve was securely bound with his hands behind his back. Then Nick yanked him back and Steve fell down to his knees.
"What the hell?" Steve shouted, his voice slurred a little. "Nick, if this is a joke, I'm-"
Nick slapped his face. "Shut up, bitch."
"Don't you talk to me like-"
He slapped him again. "I said, shut up, bitch." He grinned when Steve shut his mouth, and while he looked confused, his eyes were also starting to glaze over. Nick knew then he'd been right, that grabbing his dad after he came home from the club would mean the older man would still be instinctively acting as a sub.
"I saw you a couple weeks ago, at the club," Nick said, circling around the kneeling man. "I can't say I liked what I saw. My own dad, acting like a slave, being treated like a piece of meat. Is that right, dad?"
"I- " Steve paused, swallowed, and said, "Yeah, I guess that's right."
"I guess that's right, /sir/." Nick said, cuffing the back of Steve's head.
"That's right, sir."
"You've been going out, being a slut, haven't you, dad? Letting some random guys use your mouth, fuck your ass."
"Yes, sir. I'm a slut, sir," Steve whispered.
"And all that time, here was your son, teenage hormones raging, wanking off a couple times a day," Nick said, clucking his tongue. "All that sperm, going to waste, and you weren't even helping the guy get his rocks off. Shameful."
Steve couldn't look up at him, just nodded quickly. Nick grinned, and knew he had his dad right where he wanted him. Slowly, he dropped down his boxers, revealing his long, hard cock. Steve's head jerked up when he saw the boxers hit the floor, and his eyes immediately fixated on the cock before him. It was long, especially for teen, easily six or even seven inches long, and thick, too. It sprang from a thick bush of pubes, a contrast to how the teen's body was otherwise smooth except for some fuzz around his thighs and arms.
"Oh, you like the looks of that, don't you, boy?" Nick started to rub himself to a full erection, then slapped Steve's stubbled cheek with it. "Pretty nice, isn't it, dad?"
"Yes, sir," Steve said, licking his lips.
"As good as the old mans?"
"Better, sir," he replied.
"Open up." Steve obediently opened his mouth, and Nick slid into his dad's mouth. It was every bit as warm and wet as he'd imagined. His dad went to work, skillfully sucking on him and bobbing back and forth. Soon his tongue was swiping across the head of his cock, teasing out the leaking precome and licking away the sweat that had built up over the day. After a minute, Nick grabbed the back of Steve's head and held him still while he started to fuck his mouth.
"That's sweet, bitch," he groaned. "Such a hot mouth. You like being used like this, bitch?" He thrust in hard and felt himself slip into his dad's throat, eliciting only a tiny gag. He grinned and knew that his dad was a pro at sucking cock. Steve moaned in agreement, and Nick shoved his dad right down to the hilt.
"Take a deep breath," he ordered as Steve's nose was buried in his bush. "Smell that? That's one hundred percent pure, unwashed jock there. Like it?" Steve moaned again and breathed in deep. "Yeah, you like sucking your teen jock, don't you?"
Nick pulled his cock out, eliciting a desperate, "Yes, sir, I love your cock, sir."
"You like you son's come, dad?" Nick smacked his dad's lips with his cock a few times, leaving behind drops of precome. "Better that what you've been getting, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir," Steve said while licking his lips. "Love your taste, sir."
Nick let Steve suck him for a while longer, until he started to feel his balls start to tense. "That's enough," he said, pushing his dad back. He looked down and grinned at the sight. His cock stood straight out, long and red and glistening when, and his dad's lips were red and swollen. His eyes were wide with lust, and he whined slightly as Nick teased his mouth with the tip of his cock.
Nick crouched down next to his dad and ran his hand over his chest, through the thick hair and tweaking his nipples. He followed the hair down to where it disappeared into his underwear. His tented underwear, that was, because Nick could clearly see the outline of his dad's thick cock straining at the material. He grabbed it and said, "Yeah, you liked sucking off the jock, did't you?"
"Yes, sir," Steve replied, his voice rasping from the abuse his throat had taken.
"You'll like this better." Nick pulled Steve up to his feet then shoved him onto the bed. He climbed up as well and arranged Steve so he was on his knees with his legs spread wide and face pressed to the mattress. Almost immediately, Steve realized what was about to happen and started to struggle.
"No, Nick, son, this isn't right, you can't do this," he begged, trying to get away. He couldn't, though, because his son had a firm grip on his hips, and without his arms he couldn't force him away. "No, stop, you can't do this to your dad!"
"Sure I can," Nick growled. He ripped open the bad of his dad's underwear and looked at the pink glistening hole that was revealed. He shoved his finger inside, finding it slick and just a little loose. He withdrew the finger and sniffed it, smelling only clean hole and lube, not cum. "You've already been used once tonight, what's one more?"
"No, son, don't- aaaah!" Nick shoved himself in and Steve yelped in pain. Nick sighed and pulled back out, then jammed in again, burying himself balls-deep inside his dad. His ass was hot and smooth around him, and it'd had enough since it was last violated to get tight again. Nick rocked his hips back and forth, just rubbing around inside and grinning at the wonderful velvet feeling of the flesh around his cock, unhindered by the rubber of a condom.
"Fuck, you're a tight boy, aren't you dad?" Steve whined in protest and Nick slapped his thigh. "Yeah, no wonder those guys like you so much. You've been banged already tonight and you're still like some tight little frat bitch."
He started to thrust with more force, and soon the room was filled with the slick sound of an ass being fucked, and of thighs slapping together. Nick was panting hard as he drove in again and again, accompanied by the constant moans from his dad, who'd stopped protesting and was starting to beg for more and more.
"God, you're such a little slut, aren't you?" Nick said through gritted teeth. "You ever wanted to be fucked by the jock in school, dad, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah, wanted it so bad," Steve moaned into the sheets.
"I bet you did, bitch." Nick smirked, knowing how badly half the school wanted him. "Wanted to be pounded into the bed, feel a big athlete behind you and using you like you're just a fuckhole."
"Ah, ah!" Steve cried just as Nick felt his cock slide across his prostate. He moaned again, then managed to answer, "Yeah, just a fuckhole. Used by everyone."
"You just can't get enough, can you? How many cocks did you take tonight, boy? How many guys you suck off?"
"S-six, sir," Steve grunted back. "I sucked seven, and six fucked me, and then I sucked some of them, too."
That drove Nick into a frenzy. He shoved his dad flat onto the mattress and started to pound into him with even more fury that before. "Not anymore," he growled. "You ass belongs to me, you hear? Your mouth, your ass, your cock, they all belong to me. Only your son gets to fuck you, until I give you permission otherwise."
Steve moaned and came into his underwear, and with the already-tight channel squeezing around him, Nick could only hold out a moment longer. He came with a load shout, again and again, until his balls had been completely emptied into his dad. He slumped down and breathed hard for a moment, then scooted back so he could flip his dad over. Steve couldn't focus on him until Nick crawled up and presented his still-hard and dripping cock to him. Steve eagerly took it in, cleaning off his ass juices and his son's come until the cock was soft again.
"Like that, don't you, boy? It's your own son's taste. Yeah." Nick released the cuffs and turned off the light, settling in behind his dad. It was a bit strange to fall asleep with someone in the bed, instead of just leaving, but he found he liked the warmth.
The next morning, Nick felt his dad stirring in his arms. His cock was swollen with a piss hard-on, and so he pulled his dad up into a sitting position at the head of the bed and knelt before him.
"Suck me," he ordered. Steve was still sleep-hazed and instinctively reacted to the order by leaning forward and taking him in. Nick started to fuck his face, not caring as his dad occasionally gagged on his meat, and soon had shot his load with happy shout. Once he was spent, he was so relaxed that he let his bladder go too. He felt his hot piss fill his dad's mouth as the man desperately drank it down, until he was empty.
Nick let his dad milk him for a few seconds longer, then sat back on Steve's legs. He reached forward and roughly squeezed the bulge in the man's stained underwear, and with a few strokes his dad had come in them again. Nick smirked, and grabbed his dad's chin to force him to look at him.
"You and me, we're going to have a few new rules."
Steve seemed completely lost and out of it. "Sir?"
"No more clubbing without me," Nick said. "No more jerking off, either, without my permission. You'll be ready to service me anytime I want, where ever I want. You're my fuck toy now, got that?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now go make me some breakfast." Nick settled back in the bed and smiled as his dazed father wandered off. A few more lessons like that, and he knew he'd have himself a full-time cum dump, right there in his house. He couldn't wait.