Just to preface this story! The story is centered between adults, i.e., all characters are 18+. The story contains dubcon and substance use. And most importantly, the chapter 2 & 3 are going to contain next two kinks: (cum)inflation and (cock)vore so please be aware of that before continuing with the story.
"Fuck of Marc," Leo said as they sat in the lounge of the sheriff's office.
"It's not my fucking fault you were screaming at the top of your lungs," said Marc.
"Yeah, sure it was, it was you who brought the weed," Leo snapped back, "and what even was in that shit, I'm feeling all woozy and tingly."
"Same as usual, though it seems you've become a lightweight."
"Oh fuck off...This is something more cracked than before," Leo slurred.
Marc just stared at him, containing his laughter.
"What are you staring at!"
"Bro, you are totally bricked," Marc nodded in the direction of Leo's groin. His prominent bulge was wishing to burst out of his jeans.
Laugh escaped Leo's lips, "Extremely yeah bro... whatever you brought this time made my blood pump all the way to my dick."
"I can see that..."
Both of them sat in silence for a moment. "I see you ain't doing any better down there," said Leo. Marc's grey sweatpants outlined a thick shape of his dick.
Marc looked around before grabbing his package, "Yeah," he whispered, "If you weren't that conspicuous, you would have maybe gotten that thing shoved into your hole."
"Shut the fuck up," Leo said while trying to contain his visibly pulsating bulge. "It was some strong shit," Leo sighed, trying to open his eyes more, yet he couldn't. The fluorescent ceiling light was burning his sensitive eyes. "Fucking hell... I can't believe the sheriff caught us."
"Yeah, it's bullshit, everyone knows that everyone smokes here."
It wasn't a big town, but there was plenty of kush circling around, and if one knew where to look, you could get a few grams easily. Marc however, knew a provider who always gave him some extra material.
Marc sighed, "Let me tell you something... this will be a breeze, you'll just negate we had anything to do with this. You'll tell Sheriff, and I'll tell Sherif that we found the packet on the playing field and just wanted to try it. We'll downplay it, and that will be it. Maybe we'll have to pay some fine, but until it doesn't reach or parents, we're good."
Leo huffed.
"Moreover," Marc continued, "the sheriff took the plastic bag... maybe he won't tell anyone about it, maybe he even gets rid of it...or maybe even smokes it himself."
"Who knows," replied Leo, "the fucker is built like a mountain, bet it wouldn't even phase him at all."
"I could care less what he does with it, just stick to the plan, yeah?"
"I guess..."
"And after that," Marc grabbed Leo's rock-hard bulge, "I'll fuck your guts out."
Leo almost came there on the spot as Marc's hand pressed onto his aching dick.
The doors of the sheriff's office opened, and both boys flinched as the door frame filled a massive, bearded figure, a boulder of a man. His beige sherif outfit was definitely a size too small...or even two. His shoulder were wide, and his hairy arm's that of a strongman...the short sleeves of sheriff’s shirt were barely holding his bulging biceps in place. The centerpiece of it all was his rotund and protruding belly, yet it wasn't all fat. It was the combination of strong core, hard muscles and extra fat creating the illusion of a powerful dominating man. The buttons on his abdomen were straining against the round beast, yet they weren't giving up. It was a sight to see that was for sure.
"Leo McEwan," the Sheriff said in a deep voice as he pushed the doors of his office wider. Leo stood up and adjusted his pants.
"Remember what I told you," Marc whispered behind Leo.
The other boy didn't react at all. He just continued to walk towards the sheriff's office. The Sheriff didn't move, until Leo stepped through, and the last thing Marc saw was the Sheriff’s big back turned to him before closing the door behind Leo.
