The murder trial for the cop killer set to begin on Monday has been postponed indefinitely. It’s not unusual for that to happen in a high-profile case like this one. The old me, would have been royally pissed. I put one hell of a lot of work and time cobbling together a defense for the indefensible.
However, with all the changes happening at home, this delay might work in my favor. I could have more time to spend with my son Mark, who has discovered a new side of his personality and he’s running with it. I catch him surveying my ass when he doesn’t know that I’m aware. And a lot of rope has mysteriously appeared in the garage, migrating up from the basement.
I saw several coils this morning wound up and hanging on the garage wall nearest to my side of the car, where he knew I would spot it. I have to hand it to him, that young brain of his is working 24 hours a day making plans with me at the center. And I don’t mind that at all.
It’s easy to see that after he jumped Buck, the cop across the street, cuffed and raped him that a new and more demanding urge has taken a foot hold. I’m not altogether certain that he’s not planning to do the same to me.
He takes after me in many respects. He’s straight, except when it comes to his need to dominate another dude, just like his old man. He loves uniforms, and especially military uniforms that come with combat boots, black leather ones seem to ignite his thirst the most. I know for a fact that he spends a lot of time in my bedroom closet sniffing, licking and jerking off with mine.
That’s fine with me. I think he wants to get me back in uniform. That seems to be front and center in his mind. He almost creamed his jockstrap when he saw me in mine last night. I believe that if Buck hadn’t been his target, it might have been me tied and bending over that fuck table.
I’m not against that because witnessing the change that is developing in his teenage mind is causing me to do an about-face inside of my head concerning him. The thought of my son taking charge of me is overwhelming.
I returned home tonight after a day of disappointments. I parked my hybrid Volvo SUV in the garage and as I emerged I noticed that the rope hanging there this morning, when I headed off to work, is missing.
I climbed the stairs up to the kitchen. Mark is waiting there with a glass of my twelve-year old scotch the way I like it, neat on the rocks. He has that big smile I love so much, it’s innocent and at the same time devilish, and handing me the glass says:
“Good evening Captain Sir – I know you’ve had a bad day at work, this might help.”
I look at him and see the man boy I saw last night dominating Buck. My heart is pounding in my chest when I reach out and take the glass of booze proffered, my fingers brushing his slightly sends a bolt of lightning down to my crotch.
“Sir” he says, “You just need to relax and unwind a little bit – I’m here to help you.”
I know in this moment that he wants to get me drunk, so I turn up the glass and drain it. If he wants me drunk on my ass, I’m not going to fight him, just let it happen any way he wants to play it out, whatever that it is, I’m game.
I skipped lunch today because my stomach was in a tight knot, so the scotch he’s trying to pour into me will certainly do the trick and I’ll be in his hands to do whatever he wants to do with me.
“Here you go Dad – got a refill right here Sir.” Mark is in his element now. The dominate side of his personality is in full charge of every move he makes. He’s going to get me smashed, if he has way, and I know that he will.
The shit day I endured is vanishing in an alcohol fog, all that’s important to me right now, in this fleeting moment, is this tall, young, in shape athlete, a jock in every sense standing here caressing me with his eyes, going up, then down. That’s all that’s important, nothing else matters.
I turn up the second scotch and drink it down, he takes the empty glass from my hand and walks over to the kitchen sideboard where the bottle of scotch and ice bucket sit. Dumps the dissolving ice cubes into the sink and replaces with fresh ones, fills the glass to the brim, turns and hands it to me saying:
“This is exactly the medicine you need Captain – I think I’ll join you, let’s turn this into a celebration, not a wake.”
I watch Mark go over to the sideboard, ice up another old fashion glass and fill it to the top. He takes a big slug as he walks back to stand shoulder to shoulder next to me, slowly sipping his drink.
“I think we need to get you outta these work clothes.” He says taking my Jerry Garcia tie in his hand to examine as if he’s considering making a purchase the same way you’d do at a department store tie counter.
“You know” he says, “Jerry Garcia gives a portion of every purchase to charity”. He’s smiling at me, his eyes wander slowly over my body as one hand slips inside of my suit jacket, going around to my back pulling me close to face him, as his other hand cautiously deposits his drink glass on the counter behind me, and drops that hand down to my crotch to find my cock which has come to full hardness.
“Ah, Captain – what do we have here?” He says pulling my suit trouser zipper down, then reaches into the opening of my boxers and pulls out my hard dick and hairy balls, my nuts hanging out of my trouser opening, his hand wrapped around my throbbing and leaking member.
“Looks like we have a winner here ladies and gentlemen - ha ha ha, I think that I need to strip you down and get you upstairs into your uniform Captain. I’m Officer of the day and you are indeed out of uniform, there’s a price to be paid for such an infraction, they’ll be Office Hours for you soldier.”
He releases my cock. Takes my lapels in both hands and skins off my suit jacket, folds and places it on the counter top, loosens my tie and pulls it off slowly, all the while locking eyes with me. Drops it on top of my suit jacket.
Undoes my shirt slowly, button by button. Then removes the gold cuff links, studies them before placing on the counter, “Nice” he says before dropping them on top of my tie.
He lifts my white wife beater from the bottom then lifts the shirt over my head, tweaks one of my nipples that by this time are standing tall, continues locking eyes with me and comments, “Sweet.”
I watch him unbuckle my belt, pull it off and place it on the counter next to my suit jacket.
He pulls down my trousers as well as my boxers to my ankles. He kneels, takes the heel of my Philippe Crocodile black loafers and pulls off one, then the other, stopping briefly to bring one shoe to his face inhaling the warm interior. Lifts my foot and peels off my OTC black nylon socks, first the right then the left, stuffing each into my shoes. He sets them next to my jacket.
I’m standing naked in front of my fully clothed son in his tank top, board shorts, no show socks, and his favorite Asics running shoes. I have never felt so naked in my life, but my dick is standing out bobbing up and down and there is a clear strand of precum making its way down to the tiled kitchen floor.
Mark uses his index finger to interrupt the flow, catching it on the tip, brings it up to my mouth saying, “Taste it.” as he pushes his finger between my lips. I take it into my mouth and suck off my own essence.
“Nice huh?” Smiling, stepping back slightly to take in my naked body. He reaches forward and cups my hairy nut sac weighing it in his palms, “Full nuts you got here Captain – I think they need a draining, huh?”
“Yes Sir – they do.”
He grabs my leather belt from the counter, puts it around my neck, end of the belt through the buckle and tighten it, not to chock me but as a leash. “Let’s go soldier and get you in uniform.”
I’m speechless but I follow him and watch from behind as he leads me, belt over his right shoulder toward, and up the stairs to my bedroom. We arrive in my bedroom. He releases it from my neck. He pulls the door closed revealing the Camo uniform hanging behind and my combats on the floor.
“Suit up.” He says in a commanding voice and I move as quickly as I can in my drunken condition to obey his order.
It takes longer than it would if I was not so fucking stoned, but that’s exactly the way he wants me, drunk and playable, and I am, and anxious.
I’m working as fast as I can to get into my uniform, he looks over to me and says, “Go commando.”
“Yes Sir.” I say and finish dressing quickly in my uniform and boots.
“Good, then we understand each other, now get belly down on the bed with your hands behind your back – DO IT NOW GODDAMN IT, NOW!”
Even in my current state I know an order when I hear it. This new version of my son is for real.
I land on my stomach with my hands behind my back. It only takes a second or two for Mark to produce several long lengths of rope from under the bed.
He grabs my wrists, crosses and ties them tightly. No way would I be able to get free. He takes his time savoring roping me up.
I feel his hands massaging my hard ass, playing with my crack with the side of one of his hands, sawing between the tight mounds.
“I’m not gonna tie your boots together, at least, not now because I’m going to strip your Camo trousers down to those boot tops, duck my head between them. Push your legs back to bring that HOT fucking Dad ass of yours up so I can eat it out!”
“I’m gonna take your cherry Captain, with this thick nine-inch piece of mine and make sure you never forget that it was your son who broke you in.”
I can hear and feel the raw uncontrolled lust behind his words. I even believe he’s trembling and breathing hard because I can feel the mattress shake a bit.
Then he kneels on the floor next to my head and speaks in a sexy low voice, deeper than you’d expect coming from an eighteen-year-old jock.
“Dad, I’ve been watching this firm ass of your move inside of your custom-made suit pants and it sure does look inviting. The way it moves under the thin material, I can almost make out your ass crack when you bend over to pick up something from the floor. It outta be illegal, what it does to me.”
“I’ve been wanting to get my dick inside that beautiful bum of yours and feel it tighten around my shaft.
You have no idea how many times I’ve beaten off picturing what it must look like bare, and now I have you right where you belong, at the mercy of the son who loves you so much he wants to make babies up your shitter.”
He stands, turns me over on my back and swiftly unbuckles my web belt and unbuttons my Camo trousers, pulls them down to my boot tops as promised. My tied hands act as a support for my raised ass.
He slips his head between my legs, rests my boots on his shoulders, pushes my legs back.
I can see my boots next to both sides of his head, see his beautiful face, and watch as he bends down and kisses both cheeks.
The sensation of his warm lips on my butt is beyond nirvana. When I feel his tongue lap down into my trench I go wild feeling the tip of his wet tongue lap at my sphincter causing it to quiverer and suddenly tighten.
I feel and hear him humming, lapping and sucking around the gate to my man channel.
He’s spitting into my hole and at the same time shucking down his board shorts and jockstrap.
He reaches under the bed and pull out a can of Crisco to use as lube. He sees me looking at the can and says, “No worries Captain, I’m using this instead of commercial lube because it tastes bad to me, even if it strawberry scented. I might want to suck out my cum and feed it to you after I make some babies inside you.”
I feel the swollen helmet head of his dick tease my ass muscle for a minute, just playing with it before going inside full force. His fuck stick is nine inches long and thick as a baby arm, so he knows that he has to go slow at first.
“Here you go Sir, just what you need to keep you calm and in your place.”
He starts to enter me slowly after having greased his cock. The sensation of having anything in my poop shute other than a large turd is mind blowing. I’m holding my breath when he looks down at me saying, “Just relax and breathe in and out slowly – don’t hold your breath and you’ll get used to my thickness – just breathe in and out.”
I’m beginning to loosen my ass and push into him. I feel that big dick head of his strike my prostate and go deeper into me as the pain subsides and I feel his nut sack crash into mine.
That’s when he starts pulling out past my prostate striking it again causing an enormous jolt to pass through my entire body, sending shock waves all the way down to my toes which are curling up inside of my combats.
“That’s it Dad – relax and your son is going to take you on the adventure of your life.”
He’s smiling down at me, a hand on each side of my head. His warm palms soothing, fondling my ears as he bends down and sinks his tongue into my gaping mouth, finding my tongue to suck on.
Mark straightens his back and takes the shafts of both combats, holds them up then rubs his face over them, sniffing and licking the polished black leather.
“Ah, Dad – this is what I’ve been waiting for, you tied up and me with my dick up your fuck hole and these fucking hot boots in my face.”
I’m falling desperately in love with my son as his hips push his cock into then almost all the way out of my welcoming ass hole, then back in, then back out, and in again until our sweaty bodies are colliding, sticking together momentarily, then come apart as he continues to saw in and out of my slicked-up butt hole. Grinding his young hips, forcing his hard manhood inside to pound my fuck gland.
“OHGODDAMNMOTHERFUCKERSHITFUCKSHITJEASUSMARYMOTHEROFCHRISTFUCKINGHELLYEAHFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!” I cry out louder than I ever have done in my entire life.
Mark is smiling down at me, still holding my boots in both hands, spreading them even wider apart and pulling them upward, lifting my ass off of the bed.
He’s on his knees, back straight, face determined, he yells down to me: “Here it comes Sir, your son breeding your fuck hole like some bitch I picked up from the street corner. You fucking now belong to me – my cum is staking its claim!”
He pulls out of me slowly and moves around to my face. Takes my head and turns it toward him and places his cum smeared dickhead across my lips. Uses his thumb to open my mouth and pushes his cock in. I close my mouth around the round hardness of his dick and suck off not only his cum but my own ass juices.
He says to me, “I got a little more for you to enjoy.” Then goes back and lifts my boots this time crossing them at the ankles, pushes my ass up and back, bend down and locks his mouth around my anal ring and sucks out a big mouth full of his cum. Comes back to my head, bends and takes the back of my head and pushes his lips into mine and spits his cum into my mouth cavity and I swallow like a starving dog off the streets.
He turns me over on my stomach and unties my wrists. He rubs them both to get the circulation going again.
Says to me in his sweet young boy voice, “Ok Dad – show’s over for a little while, so get yourself straighten up and take a rest. I have some other plans I want to put into action.
I do as he asked, straighten my uniform, button up my trousers, not really much else left to do since he sucked my butt hole clean, so I sit down on my bed to come to grips with what just went down.
I don’t think that I have ever felt better in my life. I have never felt so fulfilled sexually as I do right now, still feeling the sensation in my ass hole almost brings tears to my eyes, knowing that my son has breed my butt hole the same way a dude would fuck a bitch, and he owns me, no doubt about that. He’s now head of the house period.
Mark comes back from the master bath after having cleaned up a bit, probably used my bar soap to clean off his dick. And that’s fine with me. He still has that big beautiful smile on his face as he comes over to where I’m sitting on the bed and sits next to me.
He puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me to face him, leans in and gives me one of most gentle kisses of my life and says. “Well, Dad – guess you know what this mean now don’t cha?”
“Yes son, I know.” I put my arms around him and passionately kiss him like I have never before kissed anyone, male or female.
“I love you son, more than you will ever comprehend.”
“And I love you too Dad, with all of my heart.”
I watch Mark stand, fish out his phone, punch in Daniel’s number. Mark holds it in front of his face and barks: “Get your Dad into his Marine Cammie uniform and black combat boots and bring him over to our house. Bring your cop uniform with you and remember I got your patrol boots. You can get dressed when you get here. I’ll give you thirty minutes to arrive, otherwise I’ll post this juicy video, you got that asshole?”
A few seconds of silence, then he responds: “I got it…”
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY, ASS WIPE?”
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir, I got it!”
“That’s better, now get your ass in gear and if your old man complains, just say: ‘Video Tape’ -- I’m sending you a copy now.”
“Dad, we’re going to have some company in half an hour, Buck and Daniel, you down with that?”
“Whatever you want son, you are in charge of this house from now on.”
I send Dad downstairs to brew a pot of coffee to chug before our guests arrive.
I make a short side trip to my bedroom and change into a pair of Wrangler jeans, the brown Tony Lama cowboy boots Dad bought me last Christmas, and a black crewneck t-shirt. I go beltless because I like the say these Wrangler jeans cling to my hips, sexy as fuck.
I join Dad in the kitchen and we sit and drink a mug of coffee and relax waiting for Buck and Daniel to arrive which they do right on schedule. The front door bell sounds and I say to Dad, “I think our Marine meat has arrive along with a side dish. I’ll be right back in a jiff.”
I walk to the front door and open it. Buck is standing there, feet spread wide in his Marine Corps Cammie uniform, salty cover on his head and highly polished black Marine combat boots. Daniel is in white board shorts and I believe they are the same ones his Dad was wearing this morning edging his driveway, school tank top and white Addis sneakers with black no show socks.
“Follow me.” I say to them and usher both into our kitchen. Dad is still sitting at the kitchen table sipping his mug of coffee. Dad gets up and turns his chair with the back to the table and sits down again, his hands relaxed covering his uniformed crotch, he says nothing as the two come in.
“What’s this all about?” Buck says to my Dad.
“Ask Mark if you want to know.” Dad says.
Buck asks: “What’s this all about kid?”
Mark moves fast and stands in front of Buck, grabs the front of his Cammie blouse, twisting it pulling Buck a step closer and shouts in his face, “FIRST OF ALL ASSHOLE, I AM NOT YOUR BOY AND SECOND, WHO THE FUCK SAID YOU COULD OPEN YOUR FUCKING PIE HOLE!”
The stunned expression on Buck’s face told the whole story. He knew beyond a shadow of doubt in that brief moment that he had no agency and was less than nothing in Mark’s eyes. Former Marine, motorcycle cop or not, made no difference to Mark.
He shouts: “I’ll tell you when you can speak maggot, otherwise SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
I’m sure Buck is having flash backs to Paris Island boot camp, it’s easy enough to read in his eyes. His eyes are down cast and his hands are behind his back. If there was any wind in his sails, it’s is gone now.
Mark goes over to Daniel and grabs his crotch saying, “Get up to my bedroom, you know where it is and get your cop boots out of my closet, get uniformed up before you come back downstairs. “NOW GET!” he yells into Daniel’s face, who turns and runs out of the kitchen and up the stairs to Mark’s room.
Mark walks slowly over to Buck and takes the back of his neck and hauls him over to stand in front of me. We lock eyes.
There is a silent pleading in Buck’s expression when Mark shoves him down on his knees and says in a calm, controlled voice that still had an edge of danger: “Lick motherfucker lick, grab both of those boots and start worshiping with your tongue and don’t stop until I tell you to stop.”
Buck is on his belly, stretched out on the floor face between my boots, I feel both of his hand clutching tightly as he slobbers over the surface of both my boots.
“That’s right Sergeant, clean the Captain’s boots like a good Marine grunt – and when I tell you to come to attention, stand the fuck up and you better give him the sharpest salute you’ve ever given to an officer, or I’m gonna be all over your sorry ass!”
Daniel walks back into the kitchen in his cop uniform. He sees Buck on his belly licking my boots. He just stands in the doorway in stunned silence watching his Dad shine my combats with his tongue.
Mark shouts to Buck: “Sergeant, come to attention!”
Buck stands quickly at attention and salutes. I return his salute.
“At ease Sergeant.” Mark says.
“Come over here Daniel and cuff your Dad’s hands behind his back.”
Daniel goes behind his Dad, and pulls his hands behind his back and cuffs them.
Captain Stuart Holden stands in front of Buck, nose-to-nose and says:
“Got yourself in pretty deep, didn’t you?”
The End of Chapter 5
