Nick was a perfect high-school jock. Like many of the most atheletic teens, he played more than one sport. One was football, where he played as the quarterback. He liked to keep active in the off-season, though, and so he also played baseball. He was a star at both sports and rumor had it that the coaches had practically come to blows over who he belonged to, even though he would only be just starting his junior year. Of course, the real answer was that he belonged to himself, and they inevitably went along with whatever he wanted. That was the way things always were with him. Nick has so much force of personality and charisma that he could bend anyone to his will.
His dad Steve was one person he had definitely dominated. Nick had seen him at a BDSM club one night and discovered that his straight-laced dad was actually a total cock whore. Of course, an alpha dog like Nick couldn't let just any random bunch of guys fuck his own dad, and so he'd made Steve his bitch. Now Steve was a complete sub for his son, and as every week passed he found himself getting drawn into more and more kinds of submission that he never would have tried with anyone else.
Near the end of the summer, there was an all-star baseball tournament. Because it was several days long and several hours from the team's home city, they had to stay in a hotel. You can imagine the kind of antics that a bunch of horny teenagers could get up to in that kind of situation, but unfortunately most of them had at least one parent with them. Nick had Steve along, of course, but unlike his teammates Nick didn't mind that one bit. There were two or three games every day; all that activity and every win made him hornier and hornier. He couldn't fuck his dad every time he wanted to, of course, since he had to save his energy for the games, but he could still dump loads like crazy. He'd put one down his dad's throat when he woke up, then again after breakfast before they left for the field, and before each game he'd find time to do it again. Then at night he would fuck his dad at least twice and sometimes three times. If he was feeling tired, he would force Steve to ride him. Nick would even fall asleep with his dick up his dad's ass. For the first three days of the tourney he probably dumped a dozen loads every day into Steve.
Steve wasn't so lucky, though. The last time he had come was the day they checked in. He had been on his back and his master had been pounding away at his ass and then emptied a load into him. With his half-hard teen cock still deep inside Steve's ass, Nick had jerked his dad off very slowly, denying him permission to come for almost fifteen minutes. It felt like his balls would explode any second, but like a good boy he didn't come. Finally Nick gave the word and Steve blew his load all over his stomach, chest, and even his chin. Nick wiped it up with his fingers and fed it all to Steve. Then Nick started fucking him again, until he dumped another load in him. He dug both loads out of Steve's ass with his fingers and fed that to him as well. Then he locked Steve up with a chastity device for the duration of the trip.
It didn't stop with that. Every morning, after taking a shit, Steve cleaned out his hole with a shower attachment. Then Nick lubed him up and slid a butt plug in. It was made of black silicone, had a blunt tip, was six inches from the tip to where it narrowed down to the stem, and an inch and a half in diameter. Sadly it couldn't be bigger, since Steve had to be able to get around, but it still made its presence well known throughout the day. It was pure agony at times, especially during the day. He was forced to watch his son run around while every time he sat, stood, or shifted a little he got a reminder of the big hunk of meat that Nick's cup hid. He had found watching his son play baseball to be disturbingly erotic since Nick had started to turn into a man, around when he a little over twelve. Even then Steve had wondered at times what it might be like to have sex with the boy. Of course, at the time he had thought that even though he mostly bottomed he would still be the one doing all the fucking, turning his lithe little teenager into his bitch. Instead it was the other way around and probably would have been even if Steve had tried back then. But anyways, he loved watching them run around, especially on hot days when they would glisten with sweat. The sweat was one of the things that really set it apart from football. That had pure animalimistic, brutal man-against-man action, but since baseball was more of a summer sport it meant ninety degree weather and lots of sweaty boys. It was a smell Steve was getting plenty of. Oh, sure, Nick would shower - he wouldn't want to smell nasty around his friends - but he only soaped his pits, never his crotch or ass. Those Steve got to clean up during their first evening suck or fuck. Even more, Nick was wearing the same unwashed jock every single day. In fact, it hadn't been washed since the start of the baseball season. It smelled of pure teenage boy musk and piss and precome these days. Nick wouldn't let him lick and suck on it like he wanted, though. Steve was only allowed to smell right now. Otherwise he might suck out all the boy-juice. He wouldn't mean to, of course, but it was better not to tempt him. It made him incredibly horny and sometimes he would find himself rubbing his ass against the stands to get more stimulation.
Of course, when he wasn't watching the game all that horniness was turned into embarassment. It was one thing to be fucked like a completely slut in private, or even to kneel at his son's feet at an S&M bar. It was another to walk around with a plug up his ass in front of men and women who he had been friends with since their sons had started playing ball together when they were eight or nine. It was like that during dinner on the last evening of the tournament. As incentive for playing well during the last two games the next day, the parents took their sons out to a nice restaurant. They sat at separate tables, of course, which meant there Steve was, in slacks and a long-sleeve shirt, the perfect image of the businessman they all thought he was, while in reality under his pants - his son, smiling, had ordered him to take off his boxer - his cock was locked in a plastic sheath and there was a smooth hunk of silicone holding his ass open and occasionally grazing his prostate. It was the worst when he looked over and saw Nick staring at him with a sly smile. Then he would blush and squirm in his seat, to the point that one of his friends asked if he was feeling well.
When they got back to the room, Nick said to Steve, "Kneel at the end of the bed." Obediently Steve did so. Nick nudged him so that he was positioned with his chest pressed against the bed, a little off of center. Next, Nick got a tie, which he tied around Steve's head as a blindfold. "Stay there," he ordered.
Steve obeyed, even as he heard Nick leave the room. He waited for quite a while, certainly at least half an hour. Then the door opened and closed, letting two people into the room. Steve heard the rustling of clothes being shed and two young men breathing hard. One was his son but he didn't have a clue who the other person was. The bed dipped as someone sat down right next to Steve's head. A muscular leg pressed against his arm and side.
Nick grasped Steve's head and one of his shoulders and manhandled him over so that he was kneeling between the now-spread legs of the unknown boy. The teen was positioned so that his ass was right at the edge of the bed, and Nick shoved Nick's face right against a smelly cotton jock.
"Clean that jock up for him, boy," Nick ordered. Steve eagerly complied. Even if it wasn't his son's jock, it was still some teen boy's jock and almost as sweet. He licked and mouthed it, feeling the mounds of the teen's balls and the hard shape of his cock. It was maybe six inches, perfectly respectable for a guy his age or any age, really, but still small compared to his son's eight-incher. He kept licking and sucking on the jock, methodically working his way up from the bottom and squeezing out every last soaked-in drop of teen sweat. The whole time the boy moaned and squirmed. When Steve reached the top of the jock, it was wet with precome. He wrapped his mouth around the entire cockhead, making the cotton soaking wet and sucking right through it. The teen didn't have nearly as much self-control as Nick and came right then and there. Steve eagerly kept sucking, trying to pull the come through the jock. He would have tried to lick under it but he didn't have permission.
Nick pulled him back then forced his head lower again as the teen shifted and lifted his legs up. "Open his hole up," Nick said.
Steve was in pig heaven now. The teen's hole was wet with sweat and stank something awful, clearly not having showered at all since that morning. Steve plunged his tongue into the raunchy ass and eagerly tasted the rank mix of stale sweat and ass. He kept licking and probign until the hole was stretched and clean.
Finally Nick pulled him back and moved him just a little, so that he wasn't quite in the way more. Steve desperately wished he wasn't blindfolded. He could hear the slick, wet sound of Nick shoving his lubed cock up the teen's hole. Nick began to pound the boy relentlessly, his low-hanging balls slapping against his ass each time he thrust deep. The teen began moaning loudly and without any control, to the point that Steve wondered if the people in the next room might hear.
"Shut up, bitch," Nick order, and the moans became quieter but more desperate as the teen bit down on his lips. "Good bitch. God, you are so tight. Have you ever been fucked before, bitch? Oh, this is sweet!" Nick crowed. "I should have known you were an ass-virgin. It's only right that I get to pop your cherry, fuck your ass in here just like I kicked it out on the field, and breed your pussy for the first time. It won't be the only time, I bet, because once I've fucked a guy he can never quite stop being a bitch. You'll always remember how much you loved having this big, fat cock splitting you open. You'll keep putting out for guys in the hope that you can feel like that again, although you're not going to have any luck. Yeah, you can't even deny it, because you know if you open your mouth you're going to be screaming my name. Don't worry, bitch, me and my boy are going to make you feel real nice."
Nick fucked him for what had to be a good half hour or more, driving Steve wild with the sound of his cock sliding in and out of that ass. Finally he came with a satisfied grunt. His cock pulled out with a pop. Then Steve felt Nick's hand on his head again, guiding him back to the hole. He licked and sucked his son's cream out of that ass until every last drop was down in his own gut where it belonged.
"Suck him off," Nick ordered. Steve pulled the teen's cock free of the jock and took it into his mouth. It didn't take long, since he was already leaking precome like a hose because of Nick's hard fuck, and soon the teen sent another load down Steve's throat.
"Go on, bitch, get your clothes on and get out of here." Once the teen had scurried off in shame and with memories that he'd jack off to for years, Nick pulled off the blindfold and patted Steve's head with a fond smile. "You're a good boy. So very eager to please."
"Thank you, sir. I try, sir."
"I know, boy. Give me a minute and I'll get that plug out of you and fuck you like you deserve."
The next morning, Steve woke Nick up with a blowjob, and ended up giving him another before they left for the last set of games. Nick's team won, of course, and Steve had to sit through a celebration dinner with the plug up his ass once more. Since it was only seven when they were done, after that they started the two-hour drive home. Nick drove as he often did when they were riding together; Steve prefered to chauffer his son around because he thought Nick drove too fast. He didn't say it aloud, of course, since he couldn't critize his master over something so inherently manly as driving.
Halfway home, Nick pulled them over into a reststop. "I need a piss," he announced as he climbed out of the car. Steve dutifully followed him inside and to the restroom. It wasn't all that dirty, as such places went, although it naturally reaked of piss. They entered the furthest stall from the entrance. Nick turned around and leaned against the back wall, more or less stradling the toilet. As Steve knelt down, he idly noted a hole cut in the wall between stalls. He couldn't pay much attention, because his son had just unzipped his jeans, tugged his jock aside, and pulled out his limp cock. Steve leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the head. He was quickly rewarded with a flood of warm liquid that filled his mouth and forced him to gulp as fast as he could to keep it from spilling out. He couldn't waste a drop of it, of course. Nick sighed happily as his bladder emptied out. He had been getting a bit uncomfortable because he hadn't pissed since lunch, saving it all up for his dad.
When Nick was done, Steve started to get up, only to stop when the outer door opened and closed. Someone entered the next stall over. Once they were in, Steve once more began to rise, only for Nick to stop him with a hand on his shoulder. Then, when the sound of pissing stopped next door, he tapped lightly on the stall divider. Then he stuck his finger through and made a little wave motion. There was a seemingly long wait, although it probably wasn't more than a few second, before the other guy appeared at the hole. Part of him did, at any rate. All that Steve could see was a hardening, uncut cock about five inches long, the surrounding bush, hairy thighs, and a slightly portly stomach mostly covered with a rucked-up wifebeater. He stuck his cock through and Steve went to work at it, sucking expertly.
"Mmm, yeah," a rough, gravely voice mumured. "Just like that. That feels real nice. Nothing like a good cocksucker before you hit the road again. Mmm. Mmmm-hmmm. Oh, yeah, hear it comes."
The cock spurted its load out into Steve's mouth and he swallowed it down. Just as quickly the man hiked up his pants and left. The stall wasn't unoccupied for long, though, because a minute later two more men walked in. One entered the stall while the other took the urinals.
"Dude," the later said, "why are you alway a pussy and use the stalls?"
"'Cause I don't like waving my cock around in public like your gay ass does," the stall one replied. He was wearing board short and a t-shirt with a beer logo on it. Steve bet he was a frat boy or something. He pulled out his dick and pissed quickly, and once again Nick signaled him as he started to finish. The frat boy hesitated even less than the first man and promptly stuck his cock through. Steve sucked it down just like the first and soon the frat boy blew his load.
"Hey brah, come over here," the frat boy said. "Check this out, brah!"
"What? Oh, sweet. That's awesome." The second frat pushed the first of out his way and shoved his cock through. He didn't have any patience at all and as soon Steve started sucking the frat boy began fucking his mouth. Steve couldn't have pulled away if he wanted to because Nick held his head in place. All he could do was let the frat ream his throat and shoot down it. The two frats left laughing and joking with each other. After a few minutes, Nick pulled Steve up and led him back to the car.
They were just pulling off the interstate and on to a local back road leading to their home when Nick's cell rang. He put it up to his ear.
"Oh, hey. Yeah, I'm just about home. We just passed 500 North. Uh huh. Yeah, sounds great. I'll catch you then."
Steve gave him a questioning look but Nick didn't glance his way, just kept speeding down the road at about eighty. Several minutes later, the rear window was lit up with blue and red lights as a police cruiser pulled out from a side road and began following them.
"Well, shit," Steve said, his mind beginning to slowly drift from sub-space to dad-space. "I've told you not to speed. You're paying the ticket, not me." Not that it mattered, really, since Nick practically had free reign over Steve's checking account in lieu of allowance these days.
"Dude, chill," Nick said with a smirk, pulling over. "I'll handle this."
A few minutes later, a cop came strolling up to Nick's rolled-down window. He shined his flashlight in. "Evening. Do you have any idea how fast you were just going?"
"Yes, officer, and I'm really sorry," Nick said with a smile. "I was in a hurry and the speed limit slipped my mind."
"Slipped your mind. How old are you?"
"Seventeen, officer," Nick answered.
"Seventeen. Hope you don't pay your own insurance, son, because this is gonna cost you."
"I really am sorry, officer," Nick said. He tipped his head toward Steve. "Are you sure we can't work something out to keep this off the record?"
The flashlight shined in Steve's face. "You his father?"
"Yes, sir."
"Huh." The cop waited a second, and then said, "There's an side road about a third of a mile ahead on the right. Go down there and park, and don't do anything stupid like try to flee the scene."
"Sure thing, officer," Nick said. Steve stared at him with wide eyes as they drove on and turned down a dirt road that quickly left them out of side of the main road. Nick stopped the car. Behind them, the cop car stopped as well. "Come on, get out," Nick said, doing so himself. Steve did so cautiously.
Two cops approached them, illuminated by the cruiser's headlights. The one who had come up to the window the first time was a senior patrol cop who looked about forty or so. He was heavy-set and beefy, but in a dense, muscular way. The other cop was much younger, probably only early twenties, and taller and more wiry. They both had the self-confident swagger of men in control, although it seemed much more natural on the older cop.
"So," the older cop said. "You said you could work something out?"
"I did," Nick said. "How'd you like a nice blowjob?"
"You do that sort of thing? Blow random cops?"
"No, but he does," Nick said, planting a hand on Steve's shoulder and forcing him down to his knees. He wanted to run away, but every instinct both natural and pounded into him by Nick told him to stay put.
The younger cop raised an eyebrow. "Are we really thinking about this, Dan?"
"You got anything better to do at nine thirty, Mike? We don't get off until noon, unless we get off right now."
"When you put it like that, no," Mike said, "I can see what you mean."
"And that's why you're riding with me, rook. You need to learn how to enjoy the perks if you want to make this a career." Dan stepped forward so that Steve was eye to eye with his crotch, and for that matter the gun and nightstick hanging on either thigh. "Well? Open up my fly."
"I... but..." Steve said. It felt like his mind was a car thick, slick ice, completely out of control and spinning every which way. He'd dreamed of sucking off a cop before, maybe even had in a club a few times without knowing it, but actually being forced to kneel in front of one and do it right in front of his son was another thing entirely. And that was another thing, because he loved serving his son but being whored out just to prevent a ticket was a bit much even for him, nevermind the three loads in his stomach from the reststop gloryhole.
"Pfff, typical," Dan said. "I don't know if this bastard is deliberately trying to resist or just too stupid to follow direction." He nodded to his partner, who stepped around behind Steve, pulled his arms back, and cuffed him. Now Steve felt more vulnerable than ever.
"Don't worry, officer," Nick said, reaching around the cop to unbutton and unzip the cop's pants, then pulling his half-hard dick free of the fly of his boxers. "He's just a little slow, is all. He'll do a good job, I swear. Won't you, dad?"
Steve had no choice now but to lean forward and start sucking. Dan's cock was a bit over six inches but fat, fatter even than Nick's, and uncut. Steve slid his tongue under the loose foreskin and swirled it around, tasting the wonderful built-up sweat and musk there. Without his hands all he could do was work the cock with his mouth. He started bobbing on it, going a little bit deeper each time, until his nose was right to the opening of Dan's boxers, where there was a tuff of pubes sticking out along with his cock.
Dan moaned appreciatively as Steve worked. "Oh, yeah, this is so worth it. This cocksucker's mouth is so sweet."
He planted a big, strong hand on the back of Steve's neck and started to fuck his mouth. He took his sweet time, sliding his cock in and out slowly, burying it right into Steve's throat and holding for a few seconds each time. His precome left a trail along Steve's tongue each time. Finally Dan pulled out and with a couple of quick strokes he brought himself off. Cop-cum spattered all over Steve's face, a dozen or more shots leaving him covered with it.
"Hey, Mike, get some pictures of that," Dan said with a laugh as he tucked himself back into his pants. Steve heard the click of a camera phone going off.
"Wow," Mike said. "I've seen some slutty bitches before, but this takes the cake. Hey, kid, does he take it up the other end?"
"Does he ever," Nick said. "Take a shot if you want."
The two cops hauled Steve up onto his feet and marched him over to the car, where they bent him over the trunk. One of them undid Steve's belt and tugged his pants down around his hips before kicking his feet further apart. Steve was left completely exposed.
"Hey, look at that," Mike said. "He's already stuffed full. And what the hell is this thing?" He tugged at the chastity device restraining Steve's cock.
"Looks like someone doesn't want him to get off," Dan said. "I don't blame him, since I bet this little slut would be rutting against everything if he could."
Mike pulled the plug from Steve, making him whimper. He stuck his finger inside the hole and said, "Wow, he's real loose and wet."
"Now, remember, Mike, you should always use a rubber when you fuck an unfamiliar hole," Dan said. "You never know where these sluts have been."
"Aww, man, I don't have one!"
"Well, I bet you'll be okay just this once."
That was all the permission Mike needed to pull his own cock out of his fly, not even bothering to waste time with undoing his heavy belt and dropping his pants, and shove it in. Steve yelped as he was violated, because the cop cock was almost as big as his son's and even wearing a plug for most of the day couldn't prepare him for a rough entry. Then he moaned, because the cock slammed right into his prosate.
"I think he likes it," Mike grunted as he starting pounding Steve. "Oh, yeah, he sure does. He keeps clenching around me. Shit, this is so great. Pussy's got nothing on this."
"Tell me about it," Dan said, giving Steve a slap on the ass. "I can never decide what's better: a slut like this who can work you real nice, or fucking some straight guy who's desperate not to be taken in. I love the way they howl when they get fuck the first time."
"Shit, that would be so hot."
"Next time we get a chance, I'll teach you how to tell which ones will do it and show you how to break him in."
"Awesome." The whole time the young stud kept slamming away. He was had a hell of a lot of stamina, not letting up at all as the fuck kept going on and on. Finally he said, "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna shoot." He gripped Steve's hips hard and pounded in one last time, emptying his balls as he did. Finally he stumbled back with a wide grin on his face.
"That was sweet."
"Hey, kid," Dan said. "You ever fucked your old man?"
"All the fucking time," Nick bragged. "He wouldn't know what to do without my cock."
"How about you give it to him right now?"
"Sure thing, officer."
And that was exactly what Nick did. He shoved his cock right on in, lubricated by the cop come already there, and started fucking his dad hard.
"Tell them how much you love my cock, boy," Nick ordered.
"I love it so much, sir," Steve moaned. "I love a big, hard cock and you've got one of the biggest and hardest around. I love having your teen fuckstick in me, sir. It makes me so horny to know that a teenage jock is using my ass. And, oh God, I love being used by my own son. It's so damned wrong, but I love serving your every need, being your cumdump, taking your loads down my throat and up my ass every day. I wish you had started fucking me earlier, sir. Ever time I think of all those loads you must have blown while jerking off I wish I had caught every one of them. I wish I could have sucked down your first come and that the first thing you ever fucked was my ass. Please, sir, fuck me, breed me, sir!"
Nick nutted then, his come mixing with Mike's, and once he was done he stepped back and held up his arms. "Wooo! Fuck, yeah!"
The cops starting laughing and clapping. "Well, nice to see he knows his place," Dan said. "Mike, help the gentleman back into his seat. I don't think he can walk after those fucks."
Steve was uncuffed and the younger cop helped him stumble around the car to the passenger side, where he flopped into the seat. He was half-unconcious from the fucks he had just gotten. Mike grinned at him and buckled him up, patting him on the head like a good dog before he closed the door. Steve could just hear a conversation still going on outside.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen, Nick," Mike said. "Only you could fuck your own dad like that, or be cocky enough to do it in front of two cops."
"Hey, man, what can I say? I'm a stud. And hell, you two were pretty damned hot yourselves. Seeing cops use a guy like that was great."
"Maybe you can ride with us sometime and see it again," Dan said. "Mike's gonna need help learning how to make straight dudes love his cock."
"Fuck you, man," Mike said. "I can just fuck 'em senseless."
"Maybe, but it's more fun to make them really beg. I'll catch your around, kid."
"Looking forward to it, officer." A few seconds later Nick slid into the driver's seat. "Great work, boy. You really impressed my friend there. In fact, you've done great work all week. So you know what? When we get home, I'm going to free your cock and fuck you again. And if you don't come, I'll give you a real special treat and blow you. How's that sound?"
"Great, sir," Steve mumbled. "Thank you, sir. I don't deserve it."
"Sure you do. You're the best bitch dad in the world." Nick grinned wickedly. "Beside, you'll just end up begging even more after you get finished with this exprience."
Steve groaned, knowing he was doomed.