Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 13:58:46 -0800 From: TopLegal Subject: cops-son-3 Part 3 ====== By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2002, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. At my house ----------- Friday afternoon was awful. I met Mike behind the bleachers and he fucked me without so much as a "how do you do." Then he informed me that I was not to show up at my own house until at least six so he could have time to chat my parents up. As he left he said, "oh and Jonnie-boy, here's another C-note, go be a good boy and pick up a larger butt plug and make sure to wear it home." FUCKER. With only a few months of school left, I was struggling not to be outed at this point. Every day I lived in equal terror that either Mike would post my pictures to the school or that people at school would realize I was a complete faggot. I was just starting to accept that I really liked Mike and more generally guys. I also was starting to accept that I was a total bottom, but I was most certainly ~not~ ready for anyone else to know. Especially anyone at school. Mike regularly endured open taunts of "faggot" and "sissy" and worse in the hallways. I did not want that to be me. Luckily I had enough extra money to take a cab over to the sex store. The clerk recognized me and asked, "More?" I nodded sheepishly, also to my great embarrassment there was an older male customer in the store this time who seemed to be eyeing me like a slab of meat. I tried to ignore the other customer and said, "I need a larger butt plug than the last one you sold me." The clerk smiled, I had just been in two nights earlier. The clerk stepped from behind the counter and walked over to the butt plugs. The selection was modest, but the clerk quickly selected a significantly larger plug and handed it to me. The plug looked far too big to possibly fit inside me. I paid the clerk and asked if I might borrow a restroom. The clerk seemed to chuckle at my predicament and I wandered to the restroom. It took me longer than I expected to get the butt plug into my hole and then my cock was quite aroused. I pulled my underwear back up and my cock was sticking out like a tent. Then my Levi's back on and buttoned them up. The bulge was quite noticeable and I felt a bit uncomfortable. The clerk and the older gentleman laughed at me as I walked out with the huge bulge in my pants. I had to take a bus back to the house and it was 6:30 before I made it home. My cock was raging a boner and my mom was at the kitchen table with Mike chatting up a storm. Fuck. "Hey Jonnie," Mike announced as I walked in. I saw his eyes go to my pants and I wandered in and sat down at the table. "Mike mentioned you had some late meetings at school," my mom said. "Anyhow, he suggested that you two both 'sleep out' in the basement this week." Fuck. Nobody would hear Mike beating the shit out of me in the basement. He must have remembered our nice finished basement from when we used to play down there as little kids. After dinner Mom ushered us downstairs saying, "Ok boys you can stay up as late as you want, I won't be bugging you." Basement Fuck ------------- I was barely all the way down the stairs before Mike shoved me down the last step and I hit the basement wall. My mom did not seem to hear and Mike knew he had me. Mike rained a torrent of punches onto my gut as he choked me with his other hand. I knew better than to struggle by now and when he let up I asked permission to strip. Mike said, "good boy" to me. Oddly it felt so good to hear that I had been good. I stripped naked and was wearing nothing but the large butt plug. My cock was rock hard and sticking out. "Go to the shower and cop off," Mike said pointing at my dick, "don't come back until you've gotten rid of that woodie." The worst part came later. I was jacking off in the shower and he came in and started taking extra pictures. When I made the mistake of turning to avoid the camera he delivered a swift kick to my crotch so I found myself doubled over in pain with a huge plug in my ass and Mike standing over me demanding that I cop off for the camera. It took me over an hour on the floor of the shower and Mike took several hundred pictures. After I shot three loads, Mike made me suck him off and then he took the plug out and fucked me until he orgasmed and left the cum in my ass and then shoved the huge plug back into my ass trapping his cum inside me. Mike took out some string from his backpack and tied me securely to the bed and then told me he was heading back to his house to post the pictures to our web site. Morning ------- I managed to fall asleep despite my awkward position and woke up with Mike laying sprawled on top of me. Mike pulled the butt plug out of my ass and then fucked me. I was then untied from the bed and told to shower. I showered quickly so as not to displease Mike. When I came out of the shower Mike causally mentioned that we had to make at least ~one~ more stop at his computer to set the "blackmail" file for the web site unless I wanted my identity revealed to our now two thousand subscribers. He also had a sheaf of about fifty pages of printouts from web site members. I was ordered to hand write an answer to each piece of fan mail or they would all be left on my parent's bed tonight. Mike wandered upstairs and before he shut the door I heard him say, "Johnnie's still asleep." I read the disgusting emails of the guys who wanted to hear from me or see particular sexual acts on the web site. I found myself strangely aroused and revolted by the emails at the same time. For each, I hand wrote a response. I tried as best as possible to be polite and made sure that I answered each question. It was over an hour before Mike came down with a plate of breakfast food and I heard him promise to get me up and started on my homework. My hands were sore and Mike let me eat as he reviewed my responses. "Good," he said as he handed me about one thousand dollars. "You can be content that your predicament with me is at least making you quite wealthy. I owe you about another $98,000." He must have sensed my thought cause I got a quick jab to my ribs. It seemed to me a miracle at times that they were not shattered in several places with all of the kicks, punches and beatings that Mike delivered to me. Afternoon --------- Around three o'clock I had finished most of my homework. Mike told my mom that there were some papers he left at his house and could we drive over and pick them up and maybe go see a movie. My mom readily agreed. Mom gave me the keys and I drove us over to his house. Mike made me use the computer to answer all of the emails sent to me precisely according to the responses I had handwritten. Mike stood over me as I answered the emails and several times if I hesitated or made a typographical error, I was immediately whacked with a police nightstick. It took me about an hour to type them all and Mike had me send them all out and then he made me strip naked and slide the night stick about halfway up my ass and walk around on all fours. Threatening, "make me happy fag boy or I might just forget to place the 'blackmail' file before we leave." Despite my misgivings, I found myself barking like a dog and doing everything I could to please Mike. Finally he just grabbed the nightstick out of my ass and turned to the computer and typed a few things and then told me it was time for us to head out and to be quick about getting dressed again. At the car he was already sitting behind the wheel. If my mom found out I would be dead, but I did not have much choice. Mike drove us not to the movie theater but back to the sex toy shop. There he handed me another of his lists and sent me into the store: alone. The list actually had three items on it: astroglide lube, fraternity paddle, and cat o'nine tail. The store clerk was the same and just about bust a gut laughing upon seeing me again, "real regular these days boy?" I grunted noncommittally and handed him my list. He picked up the lubricant and then showed me several wooden paddles. "Here, bend over" he said while pointing to a bench. "You really need to experience these for yourself to decide which to take." I hesitated and the clerk took me firmly by the arm and bent me over the bench and delivered a firm blow to my backside first with one paddle and then with two others. At each I jumped off the bench and had to be placed back onto it by the clerk. Fuck Mike was all I kept thinking, except the reverse is true, Mike was fucking me, totally and completely. Here I was spending money he had made by blackmailing me to buy sex toys to further blackmail me with. I selected the pine fraternity paddle finally and of course our attention quickly shifted to floggers and the clerk convinced me to take my shirt off. The clerk had me stand with my arms inside some restraints and demonstrated five different floggers gently. These seemed less painful than the paddles and I selected one mostly at random. I took my purchases back to the car where Mike made me show them to him. "Ok, fag boy, back to my house where we are going to give you your first proper whipping," Mike said matter of factly. Back at his house, Mike made me strip and sent me to the basement. A video camera was already sitting out and I saw restraints hanging from the ceiling. He had really planned this out. I grabbed the restraints and waited for Mike. He came down wearing a police uniform with a leather mask obscuring his face. I got no such privilege. Whipping -------- If you have never been whipped before. There is not much to recommend the experience. It is painful and damaging to one's backside. Mike tightened the restraints and locked them. I was completely trapped. "Prisoner, prepare for punishment," he bellowed out. Then without warning the flogger struck my back. I screamed out in pain. Mike administered about forty lashes violently and I was sobbing crying by the time he was done. He stopped and took the digital tape camera up and said, "I've got to edit this up for your DVD." Before he left, he lubed up my fuckhole and slid in his nightstick, saying "make sure this doesn't fall out before I come back." The nightstick was completely smooth and felt like it was immediately falling out of my ass. I clenched my hole as tight as possible to try to keep the nightstick from falling. But it was no use, after just five minutes, the stick dropped to the floor. I bounced around trying to pick the stick up with my feet without success. I then pissed the floor nervously out of fear of what Mike might do. Mike returned about an hour later, video camera in hand. He laughed at seeing me and turned on the camera, "the prisoner clearly must be further punished, look at the faggot prisoner, he pissed himself and let the night stick fall out." Mike set the camera back on the tripod and picked out the paddle. I was then immediately wailed wickedly, and without warning, several dozen times. My screams echoed off the basement walls. When Mike finished he said, "so faggot, what do you say?" "Thank you Officer Mike," I managed under my crying. "Good fag boy," he said, "I am going to untie you, you will clean up this mess on the floor and then come upstairs and edit this second segment of your DVD, we will be selling these for $49.95 starting tomorrow." I had to use my T-shirt to clean up the piss and then I came upstairs to Mike's room and had to edit the video of me getting paddled on the computer and then prepare the DVD master at Mike's direction. When I finished, Mike showed me that he had uploaded the order form for the DVD and the 'blackmail' file. I was somewhat safe for the next seven days. "Ok," Mike said, "it's about six, we will head back and tell your mom we saw ~Shrek~ again, go it fag boy?" "Yes, SIR," I responded. "Oh," he said, "put your pee drenched t-shirt back on, if she asks you spilled your drink in the theater, if you want you can pour some soda on it to try to mask the urine smell." He laughed at me. Sad thing is, I wandered down to the kitchen naked, with my ass red and back striped with whip marks and poured coke onto my white T-shirt to mask the urine smell and stain. Dinner ------ My mom wanted to take off my T-shirt right in the kitchen on seeing the stain, but I persuaded her to let me wait and went up to my room and changed so she would not see my whip marks. Mom served us a hearty Midwestern dinner in front of my dad. Dad was pleased that Mike was planning to become a cop. The discussion shifted to why "Jonnie was not going to be a cop" and Mike volunteered that in fact "Jonnie was saying to me that in college Jonnie is going to major in law enforcement with me." What the fuck, now he was deciding where I was going to go to college. Downstairs in the finished basement, I was stripped naked and Mike laid out the next four years of my life in college as his personal fuck toy. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. See other works by me at $$