Troublesome Student

"I'm sorry, Mark, it seems that you are failing Biology again. There's nothing I can do for you, you've done none of the assigned work and skipped over sixty percent of the classes."

He was sitting in the chair in front of me, legs spread, face turned to the window. He didn't seem to care or even listen, as usual. I sighed. Mark Owens was 20 and he was not going to be graduating from high school this year. Again. All he was good at was causing trouble, getting into fights, smoking weed in the back of the school and talking back to teachers. This time he didn't feel talkative. 

"Listen, Mark, if you can-"

Suddenly, he stood up, so abruptly that the chair flew back a few feet. Mark was towering over me, his frame quite impressive, with broad shoulders and defined muscles bulging from under his tight fitting black T shirt. He must have been over 6 feet tall.

"No, you listen, scumbag" he roared. "You fuck me over third time in a row. I'm sick of your bullshit! If not for you, I'd be long gone from this shithole. You'll fucking regret this". 

With that and a slam of the door, he was gone. I shook my head in disbelief and disappointment. I tried to help the kid, but he was just unwilling to change.

The next few days at school went by quickly. There was a lot of work wrapping up the school year. Friday afternoon I picked up a pizza on the way home, as my son Luke and I were going to watch the game together. What I didn't know was that the night would end entirely differently.

I opened the door and the first thing I noticed was the smell. Overpowering, characteristic smoke. I felt anger wash over me. My son knew I did not tolerate drugs. I stormed upstairs to my son's room and opened the door without knocking. 

"Luke, what is this!?" I yelled and froze at what I saw.

My son was kneeling on his bed, eyes puffy and red, a big smile on his face. He was completely naked. Then there was him. Mark, my troublesome student, taking a long puff from a joint. He was wearing a tank top. Only a tank top. There was no way I wouldn't notice his dick, swollen and thick, probably over eight inches long. He held it in his other hand and slapped it rhythmically against my son's face. 

I couldn't believe my eyes. I stood there, frozen. 

"Hey, look who's here" Mark said cockily. Slap, slap, slap, his penis hit Luke's cheek. "Say hi to daddy, Luke".

"Hi, Dad" my son said and laughed wholeheartedly, most definitely stoned out of his brain.

"I see you brought us a snack, how nice of you" Mark said and extended his hand. Instinctively, I handed him the pizza box. I was moving like I was in a trance. The situation felt like a bad dream. Mark took a slice of the  steaming hot pizza and took a bite.

"Mmm, delicious, don't you agree my little slut?" He asked Luke, but stared me right in the face as he said that. "Look at your son, Mr Rogers, look how turned on he is" Mark commanded and before I knew it, my eyes darted towards Luke. 

His naked body was smooth and toned, his physique beautifully lean. His hair was short and auburn, just like mine when I was younger. His nipples were deliciously pink, just like the head of his cock, now fully erect. It was the first time I saw my son hard. His cock was much bigger than mine. The sight made me feel my underwear become tight.

"Sit down, Rogers, and watch your son have a good time" Mark commanded and I had no power but to obey. I felt powerless in his presence.

"Your daddy has been giving me a hard time at school, so I'm gonna give you something hard too" he said to my son, who only nodded and giggled, his erection bobbing up and down. Mark grabbed him by the hair and pulled Luke's head into his crotch. The intoxicated smile didn't disappear from my son's face for even a moment. He rubbed his face into Mark's dark pubic hair and sniffed audibly.

"You like the smell of these sweaty balls, boy? Tell your daddy how much."

"Fuck, they smell so fucking good, Dad" Luke answered, then took another long whiff. "They get me higher that this fucking pot, dude".

"Good boy, now get to cleaning. I haven't taken a shower after the gym, so they're nice and ripe for you."

My son began licking Mark's big hairy balls greedily, like he was thirsty to death. He swirled his tongue around each one, alternated between sucking each and coating them with spit. Mark's big hard cock was resting on top of my son's head as he was tending to his nuts. Luke loved every second of it, as evidenced by a glistening bead of precum forming at the tip of his own cock.

I was painfully hard in my pants. Why was I turned on by watching my son be a slut for my bully student? 

Mark finished his pizza and grabbed my son by the hair again. 

"Open up, time for you to get a reward. Show daddy how much you love this cock."

My son didn't have to be told twice. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, bliss on his face. Mark didn't wait and shoved his monster cock into Luke's throat. He pulled his face in, so that the whole length disappeared in my son's mouth, his nose now buried in Mark's bushy pubes. Luke gagged, but Mark kept his head secured in place, forcing him to choke and slobber all over that fat rod. After a few more seconds that felt like hours, he released my son's head. He gasped for air, a stream of saliva running down his chin. Strangely, he was still smiling. 

"Please fuck my throat daddy" he pleaded, looking at Mark. He called him daddy. Something he only called me before.

Mark let out a low laugh and grabbed Luke's head again. Soon, his shaft was sliding in and out of my son's throat with awful slurping and smacking sounds. Luke gagged occasionally, defeated by the size of that thing.

"Your son's such a good hole, Roberts. He's going to be my little bitch from now on. He's in love with this cock, aren't you, boy?"

"Mhmhmm" my son replied with his mouth full. Mark pulled out and slapped the dripping wet schlong on Luke's face. 

"I love daddy's dick so much, I need it, I want it" he pleaded. "So musky, so delicious, I love it more than anything" he said with a big smile and buried his face in Mark's crotch again to keep taking in the smell.

It was true. It was so strong that it overpowered even the weed. I could smell it myself and It made my small cock stiffen painfully.

"Lie down" Mark said and Luke obeyed. He lay down on his back and lifted his legs up, knowing what's about to happen. Mark stood on the edge of the bed and aligned his cock with my son's ass. I was right in front of them, Mark facing me. He started sliding his big dick, wet from Luke's spit, up and down along my son's crack. Luke whimpered and moaned ecstatically. His head tilted back in a way I could see his expression.

"Please, please, put it in me already" he asked finally.

"What was it?" Mark teased, taking another hit of his joint.

"Fuck me daddy! Destroy my hole!" My son pleaded desperately. 

Without a warning, Mark shoved his rock hard tool all the way up my son's hole. He screamed in both pain and extreme pleasure, then started moaning as Mark began pounding him mercilessly.

"Tell your dad how much you like your hole stretched" Mark demanded.

Luke made eye contact with me. He seemed to be barely lucid, both from the weed and the cock he was getting.

"Fuck, dad, this is so good. This big cock is stretching me out so nice." Slap, slap, slap. Deep, forceful strokes. "I'm gonna be so loose for daddy, I'm gonna be so loose" my son whimpered as if in a dream. He stuck out his tongue like a dog, his eyes rolling back and drool dripping all over. 

It was then that I came in my pants. It was so embarrassing. Why did my son getting owned turn me on so much?

Mark didn't stop. He abused my son's willing asshole for what felt like long hours, before he pulled out.

"No! Daddy, please don't pull out, fuck me more!" Luke cried out desperately.

"I'm not done with you, slut, get over here" Mark sat on the bed and spread his legs. A strand of gooey precum dripped down from his swollen cock head onto the bed. My son immediately positioned himself on top and sat right on Mark's erection. He lowered himself on it right to the balls.

"Fuuuuuck, yessssss" he moaned, then accepted a puff from the joint Mark offered him. Then, they exchanged a sloppy, wet kiss, saliva flowing down their faces. Mark grabbed Luke's thighs and started moving him up and down on his glistening shaft. He was using my son like a toy, just a cocksleeve.

"I'm so fucking high and this dick is so good" my son chuckled "I fucking love being full of this cock, I love my hole stretching around it".

Mark increased the pace, impaling my son relentlessly on his pole. He placed two fingers in Luke's mouth to shut him up, the boy obediently sucking on them right away.

"See, Roberts? Your son knows what's best for him. He's not afraid to admit he's addicted to my cock. You, on the other hand, are a pathetic kittle man who can't stop his son from whoring out and cums when he sees a real man fuck him" Mark looked me straight in the face while totally owning my only child. Shit, he noticed. He must have noticed that I got hard again, then. Or not, since my cock was too small.

"From now on I'll be fucking your son all day every day until the end of the next school year, when you will nicely let me pass biology with an A."

I nodded vigorously. I had to let him have it, seeing that he should be in control of me. 

"Yes, yes, fuck me every day daddy! I'm just a hole for your sweaty dick!" my son yelled and sudenly started cumming. His cock swelled up, then started spraying all over the place. One, then two, then three ropes of hot cum erupted from his dick.

"Fuck, your asshole is gripping my cock so tightly" Mark groaned and pulled my son as deep down onto his cock as he could. His big hairy nuts tightened and contracted, sending the first wave of thick juice into my son's used hole. 

"Fill me up, daddy! More, more, more! Fucking flood my guts!" my son cried out.

After what felt like long minutes, Mark pulled out and told Luke to position himself on all fours. My son kneeled on the bed, his ass now turned to me, allowing me to look at his stretched, gaping asshole, round as a perfect circle and red from the merciless punding. Mark shoved his semen-coated dick into Luke's mouth for cleanup.

"Roberts, you've been good and listened to me, so as a reward you can eat my load out of your son" Mark said.

"Thank you, Sir!" I yelled and quickly dove into my son's open hole. I needed to taste even the last trace of that divine cock, the juice that it produced and pumped into my offspring.

"Yeah, Dad, get in there" my son moaned "There's so much inside me". 

And there was. Soon, the hot, thick seed started flooding my tongue, and I knew with each gulp that I was going to let Mark do whatever he wanted to my son and me, for he was the superior man. My son's sweaty abused hole glazed with the bully's jizz was the best dessert I've ever tasted.

"You like it, baby?" he asked Luke, almost with care.

"Yes daddy. My dad is licking my asshole like crazy. Makes me want to get fucked again."

"Don't worry, princess, your hole is never going to be tight again. I'll fuck your brains out, my pretty little cocksleeve."

I kept sucking the last drops of delicious cum out of my son's destroyed hole. The taste was addicting.

"Please, Sir, fuck my son again and let me clean out his cunt for you. I need more of your sweet juice!" I heard myself say.

"I don't care what YOU want!" Mark growled, his cock fully hard again, ready to penetrate my slutty son. "First, go fetch us some drinks, while I impregnate your son again."

"Yes, sir!"

I left the room as he entered Luke's willing hole.

A few weeks later.

Master Mark's toes are in my mouth. I keep sucking like the good slave I am. I gave everything to Master Mark. All the money I earn, my car and my son. Luke loves Master's cock. He probably loves it more than he loves me. He's riding it like the dirty cocksleeve he is, impaling himself on the virile rod like his life depends on it. 

Mark needs his balls drained four times a day. He fucks my son for hours and lets me watch when I am good. Sometimes he even lets me suck his load out of my son's asshole. It stays open now. Master can enter it whenever he wants to. My son is a cum drunk whore, stoned more often than not. He loves his life as a cocksleeve and knows he's his Master's favorite toy. Our house smells like cum, weed and Master's heavy sweaty musk.  I'm so proud of my slutty son and I love tasting Master's cock on his cunt after they're done. Everything is just how it's supposed to be.