Power Games

(This is my latest story, it's one that I've had the idea for and started quite a while ago but have never been confident to work on and worried about how people would react to it. The story will play through multiple lead characters so any feedback on what you think is always appreciated)

“The Keppel political dynasty has added a new chapter with Brian Keppel set to become the third generation to take on the leadership role of National Democratic Party. The 56-year-old follows in the footsteps of his great-grandfather Alfred and grandfather Joseph Keppel who was Prime Minister from 1972-1978. The election of Keppel to the leadership should seal a path to the Prime Ministership for Keppel with the retirement Andrew Thomas at the next election”.

The Keppel family is a true political and business dynasty in New Wellington for centuries and the most recognisable name in the country. It’s both a positive and a curse to hold the Keppel name with opportunities abound but at the same time there is plenty of scrutiny and all eyes are waiting for a slip up in the Keppel family.

The current generation of the Keppel family is made up of a family of five, Brian Keppel and his wife Alison, herself a prominent member of the community as a professor at Richmond College. The Keppel’s also are made up of five children, oldest son Brendan a rising star in the legal world and the heir to the Keppel throne, twins Sarah and Eliza Keppel who are both just graduating medical school, Nicholas Keppel, a recently graduated financier, and Isaac Keppel, the youngest of the family and arguably the best sporting talent of the family but has a propensity to be the troublemaker of the family.

“There are just 15 seconds to play, Grantham College has just one shot at a record-breaking 15th National College Championship” the crowd is pumping at Keppel Park in the College Championships of 2021, Salisbury University has a 79-78 lead and they are going to need to hold strong defensively for this one play to ensure their maiden title.  “Referee Trent Albon restarts the clock, Grantham is going to need to score straight away there’s no time to waste, Jackson finds Keppel clock under 10 seconds, Keppel under the pressure of three defenders’ steps back lets it go, and OH MY WORD I think he’s scored it to win it…. The referees are talking to the Review Official and the goal stands Keppel has won it for Grantham”.

Slumping to the ground I feel all my teammates rushing over to me and piling on top of me celebrating the greatest ever sporting win for the Centuries year old college as a sense of exhilaration and exhaustion hit my body as I finally get up to celebrate the victory with the teammates. The crowd going ballistic with the victory meaning so much for everyone, I pump up the crowd before consoling the Salisbury players who were absolutely fantastic, and even though I won’t admit it publicly more than deserved the win out there for their season. The celebrations head back into the dressing room where everyone belts out the team song and has a few drinks to celebrate.

After an hour or so, a few of us grab an Uber and head out to the Paradise Club where we keep the celebrations going well into the night, the drinks are flowing and none of us are opposed when Tommy pulls out a bag of coke and we all take turns having some. I finish up in the club at about 2:30 as I stumble out of the club and head down 5th street where I know I can find a cheap fuck. I head down to the park and see a couple of guys standing outside the park. Wandering over I spot a familiar face and head over “Usual deal, 500 bucks and some crack, right Riley?” I ask him.

He nods in agreeance “Yep sounds good, usual spot?” he says as we start walking away “Nah, I got a better idea tonight” I say as I hail a cab and we head back to the Stadium. I climb over the broken fence on the outside and help Riley over as we walk in, everything turned off and nobody around for miles. We walk through and find a spot on the field as we both quickly strip off in the night air and Riley does his thing as he drops to his knees and starts to suck my cock, taking it slowly as my big meaty shaft is still getting harder as he blows me taking all of my 8 and a half inches into his mouth. I moan and throw my head back as he blows me, my cock leaking in his throat, and his moans turn me on.

Slowly he pulls off my cock and I turn him around and put his ass up in the air and I grab his hips and without any care for any potential pain for Riley, I just slam my cock into his tight pink hole and start fucking him hard. My balls slapping up against his ass as I fuck him my cock tearing apart his hole as it has before. I grab his head and pull it back as I fuck him deeply and hard “You like having my cock in you don’t you bitch” I say pounding Riley so hard that he screams in pain when I ram it in like a shot out of the cannon.

We move over to the benches and I sit down as Riley sits himself on my leaking cock as he rides my cock and I thrust up and down inside of him, jackhammering away on his now battered prostate. I keep fucking him hard as he leans down and kisses me and instinctively, I kiss him back even though it’s not part of our usual agreements. I feel myself getting closer and closer to blowing my load and Riley whispers to me that it is fine to do it. I keep fucking him hard and find myself not even aware of the fact that I loaded up his hole with my thick wads of cum before he pulls off me and sits on the bench next to me.

I slide down and lay down on the bench panting from the hard fuck “Wow… that felt good” I say as we take a minute to catch our breath and grab our clothes from the field. Putting them back on I pull out the cash and giving it to Riley as well as the bag of crack. “I’ll drop you back at the usual spot and not a word of this to anyone remember… as far as you know I’m just from out of town if anyone asks?”.

We walk back to the car, I’m still pretty buzzed but my ego doesn’t bother me as we both get in the car and I start to drive back towards town. The next thing I know everything quickly goes dark and I don’t know anything until I wake up with smoke coming from the car and a massive headache with no memory of what happened exactly. I look and see Riley in the front seat unconscious and start to panic about everything, remembering that I needed to be at Dad’s press conference at 11 am. I realise how bad everything looks and I probably make the worst mistake of my life but stumbling out of the car, I quickly get out and move Riley into the driver's seat and reach into his pocket and take the cash that I was paying him out.

I start walking down the road to the junction from the road away from the Stadium which is barely used and head to the Service Station on the highway and call for an Uber which comes with no questions asked. I duck into the shop and grab some Panadol and take a few before heading home and heading to bed for a while.

The next morning, I wake up and see that the time is already 11 am, my phone has 23 missed calls from various people including my family, Ashton Rogers my father’s personal secretary amongst plenty of numbers that I don’t know. I don’t really care as I lay in my bed, not remembering much of what happened the night before and the couple of bruises that I have can easily be explained by the contact from the game yesterday.

I get up and take a shower before putting the TV on and watching Dad’s news conference with my brother standing there looking all pompous and important everybody actually knows that he is only getting that role because of the power that my family holds rather than actually truly being talented.

If there was actually any truth in that fact then he would have graduated from Law School on his own merits rather than paying off someone to swap their exams with my brother in exchange for a job in my dad’s office and campaign team for the future. I finish watching the excruciating press conference where ego knows no bounds and watch the next story where I see a story about a car being found on Green Hills road, wrapped around a telegraph pole with a John Doe in hospital with a heavy concussion, amnesia, and chest injuries. I don’t take much notice of the story, not remembering anything that happened, and decide that I need to go collect my car from the carpark outside the stadium.

Just as I do that my phone rings and I see my brother’s name on it “What’s up bro, just saw you on the TV, nice suit” I say chuckling. “Don’t fucking laugh Isaac, you’re in enough shit as it is not turning up today, what the hell were you thinking”. I shake my head and still laugh at my brother trying to play the role of my parent “Look bro, I was out celebrating last night with the boys, we’d just won the college championships remember?”.

My brother’s tone doesn’t improve “Yeah and that’s why your car was found wrapped around a pole on Green Hills Road with a rentboy wasn’t there” I stand there “Bro, we caught an Uber from the Stadium down to the Paradise Club and then I came home about 2 am” I say truly not remembering anything about meeting Riley.

“If that’s the story you want to stick with then leave it with me, you can’t blow this chance that both Dad and I have been working for so long” Brendan goes as he just keeps lecturing me with me tuning out “Alright bro, but if my car was stolen then how do you expect me to get to the Lodge?” I say smugly. “There’ll be a car waiting for you at 3:30 outside if you don’t come then don’t expect us to save you this time again,” Brendan says with a brash and direct tone “Also… if you don’t want people knowing that you were out there driving… don’t leave your keys in the driver's seat with your college tags in the ignition,” he says hanging up the phone.

My mind tries to remember what happened the night before but I can’t remember what happened and instead of going out, I just head back to my room and surf the web looking at the news about the college championships and what they’re saying about me.