We three pull Buck to his feet. Both he and his son are complaining loudly about their present situation.
“Dad, can’t we shut them the fuck up already” Mark says egging me on. So, I grab Daniel by his shoulders, turn him around to face me and say in a calm controlled voice, “Daniel – shut your fucking mouth.”
Then, silence, stillness, nothing more from his Dad.
“Son” I assert swiftly studying his handsome face as Daniel stands next to his cuffed cop father, shoulder to shoulder. “Get me some rope from that table” pointing to the table with the large assortment of rope and other gear on top.”
“Yes, Sir Dad – I’m on it.” He says rushing over to the cluttered table to selects a four-foot long coil of rope, “And I think they have some bandanas and duct tape somewhere around here – yeah, down here on the shelf under the table.”
Mark bends over and grabs a couple of olive green bandanas and a large roll of grey duct tape and hurries back to hand his find to me. I go behind Daniel, pull his hands behind his back and rope them together tightly. He stands mute and compliant.
I take the green bandana Mark handed to me, ball it up, reach around, clamp Daniel’s nose closed causing his mouth to open then, shove the balled-up bandana inside. “Hmmmmmmmm!”
I take the duct tape offered by my son, unwind a three-foot length, tear it off, place it over Daniel’s mouth and wrap it around his head two times sealing it shut. I do the same to his cop dad. Neither of them look happy about this turn of events. I can see both their eyes wide and glaring at me, but I could care less about their discomfort.
I state to Buck nuzzling his ear with my lips the same way he did to mine, and tell him in a soft, rhythmic tone, “You said that I was going to PAY BIG TIME, but it looks like you’re going to be the one picking up the tab tonight my cocky cop buddy.”
I can see fire in his eyes shooting lightning bolts at me as he grunts, “Hmmmmm.” Shaking his head side to side. I reach down to feel his package. His dick is flaccid but beginning to come to life as I handle it and his balls through his uniform trousers.
His son is watching the scene unfold. Seeing his father being man-handled. Helpless to do anything about it.
Mark steps in front of Daniel. He has removed Daniel’s tight shorty leather gloves and has them on his own hands. Brings both hands up to his face and inhales his open palms. “Nice, they got your sweat in them, kinda damp inside and they feel really good on my hands.”
He thrusts his naked body against Daniel's uniformed frame, drops a hand down and grabs Daniel’s dick and balls through his trousers, unzips and hauls out his friend’s weighty package. He takes the loaded nuts in his left palm, encircles the cock coming to life in his right causing the tight skin to retract uncovering its inflating crown.
“Looks like your friend here is enjoying the attention, but don’t get used to it, I have a different game planned for you tonight.” Rubbing his thumb over his friend’s slick dick head.
“Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm!” Daniel pulls away from Mark, who clears his throat and sends a splash of spit directly into Daniel’s eyes causing them to turn red and burn.
I say to my son “Let’s get these two up to Buck’s bedroom, if I remember correctly, he’s got a nice king-size bed.”
I take Buck’s arm forcefully dragging him toward the basement door and my son does the same with his captive. The four of us make our way up the stairs. Buck and Daniel stumble from to time to time mounting the staircase. We enter the garage. Make our way through the kitchen, into the dining room, then the hallway to the stairs that leads up to Buck’s bedroom.
We enter the sparsely decorated room. Push our two prize catches stumbling before us. The floor is covered in thick black wall to wall carpet. Two night stands and lamps with dark shades stand on both side at the head of the bed. The headboard is upholstered in dull black leather. There is a deep red quilted comforter and two massive red king-size pillows, nothing else, save a nondescript chair standing in a corner near the bed.
Mark and I look at each other, then shove our two charges forward causing them to belly flop on top of the of bed, side by side. Toes of their patrol boots hang off the end of the bed, point down to the carpeted floor. They turn their heads toward each other in an attempt to communicate with just their eyes blinking and grunting all the while,” Hmmmmmm, hmmmm!”
I pull my nude son into a tight embrace, both of our cocks have come to life. The tight foreskin has retracted just enough so that we can see our dick heads peeking out of their shelter. Bubbly precum surrounds both swollen helmets, and is joined by more clear liquid seeping out of our piss slits.
I gently take the back of Mark’s head, tangling my fingers in his long blond hair and guide his mouth to mine. I drink down his young man spit, treating it like a fine vintage wine...
My son drops his hand down to my throbbing man meat as a prelude to the slow squat he performs before me, and takes the head of my cock into the warm confines of his young mouth. Fixes his lips tightly around the corona to suck and play with it.
“That’s right son, eat me up, but don’t make me cum because I’m going to shag that hot cop ass in just a few minutes – I’m going in raw and tear the motherfucker up like he planned to do to me."
“Yes, sir Dad – and I’m going to shag Daniel's ass at the same time. Side my side, like the Lone Ranger and Tonto.” He says laughing aloud after he pulls off of my dick meat with a loud pop. My throbbing member is still jumping up and down, the head slick with my son’s slobber.
We walk over to the bed, me on the left and Mark on the right. In unison, we roll our captives onto their sides. I take Buck's duty belt buckle in my hands and unfasten it. Mark does the same to Daniel's belt. They both have Glock 19 pistols in black leather holsters hanging from their duty belts. I’m stunned that Buck allowed his son to be fully armed like himself. Dumbfounded as we pull the duty belts from around their waists and place them on the chair in the corner.
“Well son” I say to Mark, “Take a look at the feast we have laid out before us – follow my lead.”
I grab Buck's patrol boots and spread his legs wide. He looks like a Christmas present laying belly down with his hands cuffed over his back, mouth taped shut. I sink between his legs on my stomach and land with my face on top of his cop ass to inhale his butt sweat and the heady stink escaping through the thick twill fabric of his uniformed ass.
The butt stink is dark and enticing, the ass is calling me forward asking me to take a big bite in its hard-right mound, and I do, shaking it in my teeth like a coyote shakes his unlucky catch. His ass muscles hardened from sitting astride a leather covered motorcycle seat for eight hours a day, slams shut.
Mark is in the same position between Daniel's spread legs doing a copycat performance on his captive’s vulnerable ass. He’s on his knees punching both sides of Daniel's ass cheeks with his clenched gloved fist like he’s trying to tenderize it to make it ready to throw on the barbecue grill.
He turns toward me licking his lips and says smiling that Dennis the Menace grin of his. His long thick blond hair hanging down nearly obscuring his face, brushes it aside “Dad, why don’t we get these cop trousers down to their knees so we can do some honest to God rimming?”
I’m laughing aloud looking up from Buck's ass with a shit eating grin on my face and say, “Hell yeah son, let’s get em’ down!”
It takes only a few minutes to unbutton and unzip both of their cop trousers and skin them down to their knees, revealing yellow mesh Bike jockstraps. After the thick black twill cop trousers are down a warm pungent, dark and acrid perfume fills the room. Most of it is coming from Buck's hairy ass. The bouquet of sweat and an ass that hasn’t been flushed out recently, not a shit smell but a sweaty masculine dirty smell, unlike homosexual clean, not flushed out. Manly and alluring is the best description, and I want it more than I have ever wanted anything before.
“Dad, smells like you might have a seasoned one over there - you want me to take care of it, want to switch?”
“Ha ha ha son, not on your life, this is my dinner.”
I dive in using both of my hands to pull Buck's hairy cheeks apart and there it is, his rosy, tight cop sphincter winking at me. “Uggghhhh” the cop I’ve captured hums, “Nouyugugghh.” Trying to turn his head to see me crouching over his clenched manly buns.
I look over at Mark and he’s already chowing down on Daniel's butt hole, his face buried between his friend's spread cheeks, slurping, and sucking out as much butt juice as he can drink down. Humming and mumbling inaudibly, poking his tongue inside, sucking around the tight gate guard that he intends to plunder after getting it open wide enough to accommodate his thick young man shaft.
The sharp, piquant, and heady taste of Buck's insides coupled with the scent enveloping my senses arising from the leather cop jacket he’s worn all day on duty is causing me to become light headed. My cock is painfully hard, as hard as it’s ever been, even harder than when I was eating out Jen's tight pussy getting ready to lay waste to her lady parts.
I kneel next to Buck's head and rip off the grey duct tape wound around it, and remove the soggy green bandana stuffed inside. Push him over onto his back to rest uncomfortably on his cuffed wrists. He’s trying to speak, but his mouth and throat are so dry that all that comes out is a low croak.
“You got something you want to tell me big boy.” I say with withering sarcasm.
Buck is attempting to replace the moisture in his mouth cavity, clucking his tongue around in search of the missing wetness, trying to soak his mouth and dry throat all the while looking into my eyes in a near beseeching manner.
He’s staring at my dick, watching it bob up and down only a few inches from the tip of his nose, saying in a gravely tone. “You know I’m a cop – what the fuck do you think you’re doing to me, huh?”
“Hell yeah! I know you’re a cop and I’m getting ready to do to you the same thing you had planned for me and my son – so shut the fuck up ass wipe – take it like the man you think you are – the man I know you’re not!”
“You can’t do shit like this to an officer of the law – let me the fuck up!”
I laugh so hard that I fall over his trussed-up body. My naked crotch lands on his face. Heavy hairy balls, one on each side of his nose and my straight, heavy dick over his nose pointing toward his forehead. I know he’s getting a healthy lung full of my sweated-up butt hole, and probably enjoying every breath he takes.
I say in a loud voice to distract Mark lost in the euphoria of eating out Daniel's ripe butt and enjoying it from the sound of the smacking of his lips and the sucking that can probably be heard in next county.
“Get off of Daniel’s ass for a few minutes and find your phone – I want you to record me fucking Buck’s ass, and feeding him my cock, but keep my face out of it. This is going to be our insurance policy. Make certain that you get him smiling and enjoying the fuck, and the suck.”
“Hell, yeah Dad, no prob and I can def make sure it looks like he’s having the time of his life – AI is a miracle these days, and nearly undetectable, but hey, I’m betting once you get your big slong up his shitter and play with his button with that big dick head if yours, he’s going to have a smile on his face, no worries there.”
Mark straightens up from Daniel’s ass, his face soaked with sweat, a massive smile on his face. He hits the ass with a loud whack, dismounts and goes to the bottom of the bed. Daniel’s patrol boots are still spread wide. He pulls them together causing a hollow boot thud and rubs his face over the tall black columns, sniffing and licking the black boot leather.
“Damn Dad, I fucking love these boots man – you think I can have them Sir?”
“You sure as fuck can, they now belong to you now with my complements.”
“You’re the greatest Dad. I’ll find my phone, it’s close by, prob at home, but I better go down to the basement and get dressed first – and I’ll bring you gear up when I come back.”
Mark hurries out of the bedroom, through the house and down into the basement where his clothes are scattered about, along with mine.
I stand up and roll Buck over on his side facing me, put my hand under his chin lifting his head.
“If you know what’s good for that tight butt hole of yours, you’ll get me good and slicked up, otherwise you’re gonna get ripped apart!”
I position the head of my dick at his lips, hold my piece tightly and smear precum over both of his lips. Without further coaxing he opens up and I slide inside. My dick foreskin is fully retracted, the head gushing precum as my prostate kicks into gear. His slobber is coating my shaft, lubricating it.
“That’s right cop boy, get it good and slicked up, but don’t worry, you’re not getting any of my seed, not in your mouth at least, not now, I’m going to make a deposit deep inside your guts.”
He’s looking up at me. His lips forming a perfect “O” around my cock as I thrust and he sucks. His eyes are tearing up, a delinquent drop settling on his high cheek bone.
I hear Mark reenter the house and thunder up the stairs, fully clothed in what he was wearing this morning. Holding my levis, shirt, sneakers and socks, tosses them onto the bed.
“Found my phone Sir, any time you’re ready to climb aboard, I’m ready to start filming.”
“Good boy, I want you to do your best John Houston and get all of the action, move around us and shoot from every angle, enough to cut and edit, just remember to keep my face out of the frame.”
“No worries Dad, don’t you remember I’m enrolled in advanced film study at Hitchcock, trying to get the credit I need to enroll into the UCLA film program.”
“Right son. I completely forgot, sorry, just so covered up with work at the firm”
“No prob Dad – I know you care.”
“Ok, here we go. Get a good close up of Buck's mouth chowing down on me but make sure you don’t get his cuffed hands in the frame.”
“I understand, just his head in a tight shot – I want to zoom in and see the saliva running outta his mouth, then back away enough to see your hairy abs muscles working your cock into and out of his mouth.”
“That’s exactly what we need, no sound at this time, you can add that later in post-production – see I get it, I get it, ha ha ha, my budding film maker.”
Mark moves around the bed filming the action for a few minutes then says to me, turning off his phone, “How about we record some fucking action, but before you climb aboard I want to video his body with his trousers pulled down, ass exposed and his patrol boots. I want to get those in so that’s it’s clear he’s a motorcycle cop, maybe put his bike helmet on the bed.”
"Later.” he says. “We can get some video of him sucking off his own son, and get both of their faces in – talk about blackmail material.” He says laughing.
“I should have known you’d be on top of this, like father, like son, huh?”
“Yes Sir, you’re a good teacher.”
I pull out of Buck's mouth and wipe my wet cock head over his lips. He strains to look up at me shouting, jerking at his cuffs, “What the fuck man?”
I kneel next to his straining body and speak in my best trial lawyer voice like I was addressing a jury, “This is 'what the fuck dude' - blackmail material, so that I never in the future have a problem with you or your son, that’s what the fuck!”
He’s attempting to clear his mind, shaking his head slowly giving me the look that in the past never failed to melt me and speaks, “Dude, we’re best friends, always have been, right?”
“Yeah, right up until you yelled “FUCK YOU” in my face yesterday, standing in my doorway like you had the right to say “FUCK YOU!”
“To me, in your mind, you already had me down on my knees begging you to remain my friend – well I’m not begging you anymore, you’re not my friend, just a cop I’m going to control and fuck anytime I feel like fucking, so get accustomed to it jackass because I own you like a Master owns his slave, PERIOD, full STOP!”
That shut him up. He, dropped his chin down to his furry chest, eyes closed in acceptance, no more bringing up the past, no more pleading, just resolve.
I feel half sorry for him in my heart of hearts, but what I want to do in this moment is to get on top of his hard cop body and leave my cum inside. Breed him, like I’d breed any bitch who crossed my path.
Mark is continuing to video Buck, walking around, filming him from boot to head, even getting Buck's face in a lot of the shots, but not his cuffed hands.
I push Buck onto his belly and spread his legs as far as I can, but the trousers tangled around his boots are only allowing so much movement, but enough for my purpose. Mark zooms in on the hairy rosebud, then he steps aside as I hold my thick rod in both hands position the head of my weapon on the tightening sphincter. Drop a glob of spit directly on the guarded entrance to Buck's insides, play with the tip of my spear over the trembling flesh that tightens each time it feels me at the gate.
I can hear Buck sucking in lungs full of air trying to calm himself as he says to me in a little boy voice. “Stuart, I’ve never been fucked before – I’m the Top.”
“Not from this day forward, you’re NOT – you’re my male pussy boy, just breeding stock to me, and that includes your boy, didn’t think of that now did you?”
“OH SHIT, GODDAMN, FUCKKKKKKKKK, AHHHHHH YOU’RE KILLING ME STOP, STOP!”
“Just the head, cry baby, just the head - a lot more to come.”
“Oh, please take it out…PLEASE!”
“NO! -- I’m just getting started, you got a long way to travel yet bucko before I breed and leave my calling card way up inside of your cop hole, so settle the fuck down, so I can get on with this. You got it coming in SPADES!”
Mark is walking around getting some good video of my dick with just the head inside Buck’s sphincter. Holding his phone close to my crotch and speaks attempting to disguise the lust behind his words, “Go all the way in Dad, up to your balls – fuck the living shit outta him!”
I have to oblige him, after all, he is the director. So I lung forward pushing in with lightning speed, my big head striking Buck's prostate as it passes by, my nut sack landing next to his and holds there.
“MOTHERFUCKER AHHHHH SWEET JEASUS AAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Buck's patrol boots tangled in his trousers suddenly come up from behind, the heels slamming into my ass, holding me inside of Buck's shit hole. The shock of those heavy boot heels striking my hard ass starts a furious stabbing in and almost all the way out, then all the way back in until by balls once again crash into his.
I’m lying on top of his muscular and sweating back, humping into him, my hips up, then down and up again building up steam. My nose on the back of his neck sucking into my lungs the Old Spice aftershave he used this morning. My tongue tasting the sweat dripping down from the top of his head and running down the side of his neck to be caught on the tip of my tongue that has gone into overdrive, licking, sucking, biting, nuzzling his right ear, biting the lobe, feeling his solid weight under me and loving the feeling.
Though I want this to last an eternity my balls are drawing up, the sack tightening and beyond my control I begin to fire volley after volley after volley of molten sperm into the deepest regions of his hot ass. My butt cheeks tighten together quaking, heart pounding so loud in my ears it sounds like a freight train rumbling through my head. “AAAAAAAAAA FUCKKKKKK FUCKKKKKKK SHIT FUCKKKKK!” Then it’s over.
The coming down from such a high is almost like a death in the family, you try not to weep because you’re supposed to be a strong man, so you can’t, especially in the presence of others, that’s for alone time, so you wait.
I pull out of his ass slowly, but my dick is still hard, it doesn’t want to leave the warmth it discovered seemingly by accident, it has a mind of its own, it wants to stay inside of the man it just conquered, doesn’t want to leave him, it loves him. Needs him. This dick of mine is trying to get me into trouble, good trouble, but trouble just the same. I roll over next to my trussed-up cop buddy. Allow my hand to rest on top of the fiery mounds I just attacked.
My breathing is returning to normal, so has his. He’s quiet. I’m watching over his bound body like a den mother. His head has turned to the side. I can see his long black eyelashes flutter, then close over his brown puppy dog eyes. Still he doesn’t speak. I trace the middle of his back with my index finger, it’s slick with moisture. A tiny stream of sweat is running almost unnoticed down his spine making its way to his butt crack. A lonely journey for such an innocent looking stream.
I bend forward and catch the stream with the tip of my tongue just before it disappears. It’s an aphrodisiac that travels directly to my dick deflated after it excursion into the dark and steamy confines of Buck's male tunnel.
Mark has videoed the entire hot scene with his phone. He comes and sits down on the bed next to me, leans his head on my shoulder and says, pointing to his phone, “Dad, that was the most erotic and exciting thing I have ever witnessed, and I got it all right here.”
I put my arm around his shoulder, pull him close to my face and plant a kiss on his cheek saying, “Just remember son, we need to make a copy of everything after you edit it and put it in my safe deposit box at the bank – and send a copy to my phone when it’s finished.”
“Yes Sir…I’m on it.”
“Now, let’s release our two policemen and try to get things somewhat back to normal, remembering that we are in charge now, not them, but first go stash your phone in a secret place for safe keeping until you edit and put the thing together.”
Mark hurries out of Buck’s house and goes to locate a secure place to hide his phone.
I in the meantime, I unlock Buck's handcuffs to free him. He massages his wrists but says nothing. He does seem interested when I untie Daniel's wrists, then yank off his police patrol boots and say to both of them: “These now belong to my son – hey, what’s a couple thousand bucks between friends?”
End of Chapter 3
