Duty, Honor and Service

Quell the Storm, and Ride the Thunder Part Three

Semper

I slowly come back to consciousness one body part at a time.

It takes a long time before I am even aware I’m awake. I had spent so long in a drugged fog that it was a shock to realize I was actually conscious. I had no idea where I was, I’d never seen this room before nor the bed I was lying in. I slowly sat up and felt my head spin, my mind was still spinning, what the hell had happened?

Someone had undressed me and left me in this bed, but who and why?

There was a pitcher of water next to the bed and my mouth felt like the Sahara Desert. I greedily drank down a glass and tried to remember how I got here. I had been looking for Grant…I’d gone to the military base he’d been transferred to…I had met his team…

And then nothing.

I swung my legs off the bed and noticed there was a slight pain. I examined my calf and could see I was healing from an incision; someone had performed surgery on me? I tried to stand and felt the same soreness from my groin area, reaching under my balls I could feel another healing scar.

“Hello?” I called out, my voice sounded off, like I had been suffering a sore throat, “Who’s there?”

No answer, which was more concerning that if there had been. I was a nice room, very nice. The pitcher was crystal, the thread count of the sheets was off the charts, as prisons go, I’d been in worse. So, who goes through so much trouble to spruce up a cell?

I tried to stand again when the door opened, and Grant walked in.

“Grant!” I called out, “Thank god I found you!” He just stood there sneering at me and I felt my joy fade. “What are you wearing?”

He had on a leather harness that came to a metal ring in the center of his chest, the only other thing he had on was a tiny pair of leather shorts and made his penis look like it was about to rip the material at any moment. He had grown since the last time I saw him in shorts, his first uniform had shorts and even then, his endowment made it hard not to notice. But here he was now as an adult with a cock that was as large as me wearing a pair of shorts that only accented it.

I shook my head and looked away, why was I staring at my son’s dick?

“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?” he asked, walking around the bed, “Upset you don’t get to tell me what to wear anymore, dad?”

I did not like the way he said the word dad.

“You had no problem when you put those fucking panties on me and made me run around in public,” he raged coming towards me, “Even when I was a teenager, and I wasn’t a boy wonder,” he grabbed his bulge and shook it, “Wasn’t that the point dad? Wasn’t that what you wanted to see?”

His words were like slaps to my face as I mentally backed away from him, “What? No!”

“Right,” he said sarcastically, “Because the great and mighty Semper is beyond reproach, right?”

“Grant, what’s wrong with you son?”

His hand was a blur as he slapped me across my face, “I am not your son.”

My hand touched where he had struck me as I sat there stunned, “What? Of course, I am!”

He stood over me, “Liar, how could you be my father when you have such thoughts about me?”

I looked up shocked, not sure what he was saying.

“All you’ve been doing is undressing me with your eyes since I walked in,” he said angrily, “You can’t stop looking at my cock, can you?”

My eyes went straight to it, and he chuckled so I looked away.

“See?” he said, standing over me, “What kind of father lusts after his own son?”

I look up at him, ready to deny it when a warmth flooded my groin, and my own dick began to thicken. It was a betrayal of the worst kind and I just stared at my own hardening cock as if it belonged to someone else.

“See I know the truth,” he said in a cruel voice, “I know you’re not my dad, you never have been.”

“Grant?” I asked, confused, and still aroused.

“I met my real dad, and he loves me, and wants me…” he said slowly undoing the leather pouch that held his cock, “You’re just an imposter.”

“Grant, no, I am your father,” I say with as much conviction I can.

“My dad is Semper, he’s a national hero!”

“That’s me!” I said, wondering if his mind had been altered or memory erased.

“Is it? You’re telling me Semper would do this?” he asked as the walls of the room lit up and revealed themselves to be monitors. Images of me…naked…being fucked in the barracks were everywhere. I watched in horror as multiple screens showed me being fucked by his teammates and more. There were images of me with men I didn’t even recognize, in a bar…that bar was on base…when did this happen? There was a strange sense of déjà vu as I stared at the screens in shock.

“That’s you,” he said angrily, “That’s you begging to be fucked.”

Flashes of memory burned in my mind as I began to remember what had been fogged by drugs. I had been used…milked…oh god what had they done to me?

“Oh, there’s the shocked look,” he said laughing, “What’s wrong dad? You gonna pretend that you didn’t know what you were doing? Claim that you were used?”

I looked up at him, desperate for him to believe me.

“If that’s so, why you so hard?”

I looked down and he was right, my cock was leaking precum as I sat on the bed and watched myself get fucked over and over.

“You’re not my dad, you’re just a nasty slut,” he said, and I turned back to him and felt my heart skip a beat. He had pulled his cock out and it hung there, swinging in front of me like a pendulum, “My dad wouldn’t want to suck my dick,” he said as he began to stroke his cock, “My dad would never crave to worship my cock.”

I couldn’t look away as the warmth in my crotch grew and my own dick throbbed, my boy had such a great cock…so big like mine…

“Yeah, Semper is a superhero…not some cock slut,” he said moving closer to me, “And that’s what you are isn’t it?”

My head was fogged as I felt myself nod, what was I doing? This wasn’t right!

The head of his cock touched my lips, and I felt my body shudder…

“Come on dad…suck your boy’s cock.”

My mouth slowly opened as the memory of all the cocks the boys had made me suck came back and I moaned as I engulfed Grant’s cock with my mouth. I heard something in the back of my mind cry out as I began to suck his cock slowly.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, his hands pushing my head down on his cock, “Growing up you were always saying I wasn’t good enough or I needed more training…what about now dad? Am I good enough now?”

Waves of pleasure were flooding my body as I sucked him, it was as if I was sucking my own cock somehow. I knew this was wrong, all I felt was shame, but I couldn’t stop! I serviced my son like I was his whore, moaning around his cock as he kept shaming me.

“Maybe we should change things, you can be my sidekick, dress you in those panties…your ass hanging out for everyone to see. You’d like that wouldn’t you slut?”

The image of me squeezed into those tiny green shorts burned into my mind and I began to greedily worship my son’s cock in earnest. Why was I so turned on? Why couldn’t I stop?

Why did I not want to?

He pulled me off his cock and looked down at me with a leer, “Some superhero…” he spit on my face, and I flinched as I realized even that turned me on now. You have a choice,” he said after a second, “You are free to go,” he gestured and the door he came in opened, “You can walk out of here just like that and no one will stop you. But if you do, you will never see me again, you’ll never find this place and I will never talk to you again. You will never be able to touch this.”

He held his fat cock and shook it.

“Or you could stay, climb back on that bed and get on all fours and beg me to fuck you.”

His words were like a lightning bolt.

“Is that what you want dad? You want me to fuck you? You wanna stay here and be our slut? Is that what you want?”

My eyes darted to the open door and then another rush of warmth moved through me, and a small whimper slipped through my lips as I felt my cock throb. I had to go, I had to get out of here…right? This was wrong, I had to escape…

“Be my slut dad,” Grant said with a smile, “Stay and be my slut.”

I wanted to get up and leave, I did…but he looked so beautiful, so perfect…

I closed my eyes and crawled back onto the bed, each step I felt my pride and ego burn under my need to serve him until I was kneeling in the middle of the bed, my ass up…shame burning my mind like an inferno. I felt the bed move as he mov ed behind me, his hands moving over my ass shamelessly.

“This is where you should have always been,” he said in a low voice, “With this body…you are the perfect slut…you were made for this…”

Before I could respond I felt his tongue touch my hole and I moaned as he pushed into me. My head collapsed onto the bed as I pushed back onto his mouth, oh god my son was rimming me…and I liked it! Was he right? Was I just a slut? Was this what I wanted…needed all along?

He kept my cheeks spread as he ravaged my hole, I was panting his name as I rammed my ass back, desperate for more. I was crying inside as I begged my boy to pleasure me, there was no way I could sink any lower than this.

“Well look what we have here?” a voice says in front of me, I look up and see the other men from Grant’s unit. They are in similar leather harnesses like Grant and have the same hungry look in their eyes. Powell climbs on the bed, “Come on hero, you remember this cock, right?”

He pushed his cock to my mouth, and I was horrified to find myself take it willingly and begin to suck it. I heard the other men chuckle as they watched me whore myself out like I was a common slut. I moaned around the cock in my mouth as my son made my ass sing with his tongue. God I was a hero! Why was I letting this happen?

Grant’s mouth came off my ass and I felt instantly empty, “Yeah suck that cock pop,” he said with a growl, “You look good on your knees.”

“I can’t believe I used to look up to his whore,” Powell said as he thrust his cock into my mouth, “Thought he was a hero and shit…little did I know he was just a bitch waiting to be fucked.”

“Not waiting for long,” Grant said as I felt his cockhead push against my hole, “Open up cunt…daddy’s home.”

I whimpered as I felt him force his way into me, this thick cock stretching my ass to it’s limit. Oh my god he is so big, just like his dad! As shamed as I was there was a swell of pride that my boy’s cock was as big as mine…

“Yeah, how’s that feel dad?” he said as he kept thrusting, “How does that cock feel?”

I couldn’t answer with the cock in my mouth, but I moaned nonetheless as I felt him destroy my ass with his horse cock. It felt like it was going to go on forever as my mind screamed, I was letting my son fuck me!

And loving it.

“Lemme in on that,” Riley said, shoving his cock next to Powell’s, making me service both of them at the same time. They were just using me as a sex toy! That’s all I was to them was a slut to use, a fucking whore that they used to empty their cocks into all night. The memories of everything that I had been through came back to me and the weeks and weeks I had spent letting them fuck me, milk me came back. I had loved it, craved them fucking me when they got back from a mission. I was their mission whore, me, a fucking American legend was just a barracks slut dying for my men to come back and use me.

“You got it,” Grant said, his pelvis grinding up against my ass, “Your pussy took my whole cock dad…you did it…you’re my whore.”

God I was so humiliated even as my own dick leaked under me, I felt so full…so right…my boy’s cock touching me in places none of the other guys had. He was so much bigger, stretching my ass…no my pussy…they had turned it into a pussy…oh god I had a pussy now…

He slid his cock out of me and I moaned loudly as it felt like he was taking my guts with him! He reversed and slammed back into me, and I felt my cock twitch in response…oh god…his cock…

“Yeah, you have a tight cunt,” he laughed, “You were made for this dick weren’t you?”

I nodded as I slurped the cocks in my mouth, it was incredible! He was fucking me so hard, so well…oh my god I felt like I was on the verge of crying it felt so good. I pushed back hard when he thrusts into me, bitching myself out even more.

“Someone likes his son’s cock,” Powell sneered as he watched me fuck myself on Grant’s cock.

“You feel that daddy?” Grant laughed as he sped up his thrusts, “You feel my cock? Who’s the sidekick now?”

I was losing my mind, my eyes were rolled back in my head as I slammed myself on his donkey cock, wanting more, needing it all in me. Powell shoved Riley aside and pushed his cock all the way down my throat. I began to gag as he sped up, face fucking me as hard as he could.

“Take it old man,” he said, both hands on the back of my head, “Fucking eat my cock.”

I felt my eyes tear up as he choked me out, precum flooding my mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah…take my load hero…I’m gonna fucking cum in Semper’s mouth…”

I shuddered as I realized they were getting off on using a superhero as a cum dump and that my reputation would never be the same.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and held my face up, “Fucking whore!” he raged as hot cum began to rain down on my face. All I could hear was laughter as they watched me try to catch as much cum on my tongue as I could.

How fucking far had I fallen?

“You look good like that,” Powell said, looking down at my cum covered face, I could only smile back up at him, lost in my lust.

Riley moved him out of the way, “I want some…”

Grant slid his cock out of me, eliciting an audible moan of disappointment from me.

“I got ya bud,” Grant said, moving to the headboard and sitting down, his cock sticking up like a baseball bat, “Come on daddy…come ride my cock.”

My ass ached for his cock and I scrambled over to his lap and straddled it, lining his thick cock up with my quivering hole. I didn’t even wait, I just slammed myself down on his shaft, “FUCK!” I cried as I felt him destroy my hero pussy again.

His hands gripped my waist as I began to ride my son’s cock, relishing the feeling of him making my cunt scream with his girth. I held on to his broad shoulders as I rode him faster, my own huge cock leaking precum all over his eight pack.

“Yeah, look at you,” he said smiling, “Such a hot little whore aren’t you? You my whore daddy? You my big hero whore?”

I couldn’t think straight anymore, I just nodded and began to chant, “I’m your whore…please Grant I’m your whore…”

He grabbed my waist and held me still, our eyes locked and he just smiled, “Open up daddy.”

I had no idea what he was saying until I felt Riley come up behind me, his cock sliding next to Grant’s! I opened my mouth to scream as the second cock entered me, my tiny hole struggled for a moment before the other stud’s cock burst into me, forcing me forward, collapsing on Grant.

“Yeah, take our cocks daddy,” he said, holding me still as Riley’s cock fully pressed against his, “Be our slut…be our hero slut.”

I whimpered as I felt my hole get torn open, almost biting through my bottom lip to stop from screaming. Once Riley was all the way in I felt so full, it was like a arm up my ass…but fuck…why was it starting to feel good?

“I told you he could take it,” Grant said to Riley, “He has a hero cunt…made to be fucked…right dad?”

I was covered in sweat; all I could do was nod as I tried to adjust to the cocks in me.

“Hold on…”

Grant slid his cock back some and Ruley moaned as he felt his cock rub against his friend’s, he pushed in as Riley pulled out, starting a rhythm that began to scratch my pussy in ways I hadn’t felt before.

“Oooh….” I moaned as they sped up taking turns thrusting into me, “Oh god…oh…fuck…”

“You like that dad? Your hungry pussy like that?”

Another nod as they fucked me harder, “So good…oh god my pussy…”

They both thrust into me at the same time, and I saw lights flash before my eyes as their cocks obliterated my cunt. They were fucking me in unison now, one huge cock taming my hero pussy one stroke at a time. I couldn’t believe how good this felt, how perfect it seemed…I slowly sat up and pushed back against the cocks…no longer feeling like I was being forced…

I wanted them, God I wanted both cocks so bad.

I braced myself on his shoulders again and slammed myself down on their cocks, both boys moaned as I began to really force my way down on their dicks, making my hero cunt weep with joy.

Grant reached up and tweaked my nipples, “Oh daddy look at you…your titties so hard…slutting yourself out to me and my friends…you like this don’t you? Say it bitch…”

“Oh god Grant, I love it…fuck me…fuck me harder…oh fuck I’m your slut, I’m your hero slut…please…more…”

They began to thrust up hard as I slammed down and we found a rhythm where I simply lost control and let them fuck me the way they wanted. I was crying it felt so right, my huge cock leaving trails of precum on my son’s chest as I wailed for more.

“Fuck this cunt,” Riley cried.

“I know,” Grant agreed, “It’s like a fucking vice…my dad is so tight…”

I felt shame burn my face even as the compliment thrilled me. I was desperate to please them now, I would do anything to get them off, anything they wanted…I was just a hole now…a hole for my son and his friends to use over and over…

I was their slut.

“Dude I’m close,” Riley called out.

Grant nodded, “Me too…you want us to breed you dad? You want your son to impregnate you?”

“Oh Grant…” I moaned, “I need your load…breed me son…breed me now…”

I couldn’t believe I was begging him until I felt one of their cocks pulse and a warmness fill my pussy. The thought I was letting my son cum in me sent me over the edge and I felt my cunt clamp down on their cocks, milking them even harder as I came. I watched shot after shot of cum splash against my son’s perfect chest…his head was thrown back as he unloaded in me at the same time…my boy had fucked me…he had bitched and fucked me like the whore I was.

I had never been so happy, I slammed back again and again, trying to milk every drop of cum out of them. I felt Riley slip out as I collapsed into Grant’s arms, feeling his huge cock still pulsing in my cunt.

“You my bitch?” he asked me, all I could do was nod into his shoulder, unable to lift my head.

I felt him kiss the side of my face, “You’re ready to meet him now.”

I had no idea what he meant, but I didn’t care…I was his slut now…my son’s hero slut.