Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2019 20:21:05 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: The Sheriff Started It All - Part Three

This story is a complete work of fiction. It isn't based on real people or
real events. All characters portrayed are over eighteen and you must be
over eighteen to read it. It contains rough sex and gay slurs. If you don't
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The Sheriff Started It All

Part Three

Jeremy

My jaw was sore from being held open so long. My throat felt bruised
inside. I could taste the sheriff's bitter cum and I knew it still covered
my face.

And my ass was dripping after being creampied. By a man I still hadn't
seen.

I lifted my head up off the table enough to see who had just fucked me up
the ass.

Coach Winchester looked back at me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.


Dan

When Eddy told me one of my players was a faggot and he had just fucked
him, I didn't believe him at first. Especially not Jeremy. It wasn't that
Jeremy was some ladies man or stud or anything, but the kid just didn't
seem like a fairy.

He was skinny and all, but he didn't have a fag haircut or walk like a
queer or wear makeup like one of those emo fags.

He seemed normal.

I started watching him though right after that and he did look like he had
a sore ass for a few days. He couldn't run for shit either and he said he
had a sick stomach.

That wasn't like him, either. Kid had really manned up about working out
and got himself real toned and fit.

And I don't make a habit of checking out teenage swinging dicks and butts
in the shower, but the kid definitely got a semi a couple of times.

The idea of fucking his boypussy grew on me too.

Some of the players had huge hairy butts, but Jeremy was built small and
almost entirely smooth. I banged this little gymnast in HS and when Jeremy
bent over to dry off after showering, his ass and hers was damn near
identical.

When my wife said she was on the rag, I gave Eddy a call and told him to
set it up.


Jeremy

I was sort of in shock. Coach Winchester had just fucked me. And by the way
he was looking at me, he hated me.

His cum was dripping down my thighs. He was the man grunting in me earlier.

I didn't have time to be in shock or process anything though.

As the door opened, Coach flipped me over and dragged me down until my legs
were hanging off the bench and I was facedown on my belly.

Sheriff Peel was holding my head still and I couldn't see who came in.

I didn't have to wait long though.


Michael

When Dan told me what he had planned, I was pissed. And shocked. My first
instinct was to talk him out of it. I understood the whole using young
slutty pussy thing and taking advantage of teenage ass, but it was Jeremy.

I'd known Jeremy since he was three years old. I coached his little league
team. His son and my son were the same age and bestfriends for most of
junior high. I spent family vacations with that kid. He was a good boy.

Then I got pissed.

Not at Eddy and Dan, but at Jeremy.

I had let him sleep over at my house. He went swimming and slept in the
same bed as my son. They bathed together as kids.

And the whole time Jeremy was a fudge packing homo.

I let the little knob slobberer sleep in the same room with my son.

I'm not homophobic, but the more I thought about it the more pissed I got.

How dare he pretend to be a normal kid when he's a dicksucking fairy?

And how dare he spread that shit to my kid? What if his fairy shit rubbed
off on Andrew?

I not only changed my mind about them meeting, but decided I was coming to
teach the boy a lesson.


Jeremy

There was a moment of tension. The Sheriff was casually holding me still. I
could just see Coach Winchester out of the corner of my eye.

I don't know what I expected.

I didn't expect the belt.

I screamed when it hit my back.

Sheriff Peel said, "Be quiet. Take it like a man."

Most of the rest were confined to my butt. I yelped and jumped and
whimpered, but with my legs tied still and my head held, there wasn't much
I could do.

By about the 20th, I was crying. My back and butt both felt raw. Even my
legs had gotten a couple of hits and hurt.

When he stopped and I realized it was over, my whole body just relaxed. The
tension was gone. It was over.

Then I heard him speak.


Michael

I stopped the belting and decided to let the boy know what this was about.

I kept one hand on his tight, still quivering little butt, and spoke to
him.

I said: That wasn't because you're a faggot, boy, but because you lied. If
we had known what you were, I would never have let you near my boy. Faggots
only have one purpose, really, and it's to serve men. You are a worthless
little shit and here you let me treat you like a real human. That ain't
right and you have to learn your place and be honest from now on.

I reached out and stroked the red marks on his butt and back. Then I took
my dick out, spit on it, and fucked him.


Jeremy

Michael Heeling was like a second dad to me. He used to take me to baseball
and football games, buy me video games, coached my games. His son Andrew
and I had been super close until Andrew decided to get into science stuff
and I stuck with sports. He was an older dad, but not fat. He stayed real
muscular and even taught us how to work out.

Mr. Heeling even taught me to swim in their pool.

He had to be around sixty now, but he was tall and like 220 or
something. He looked strong and we used to worship him.

He just beat me with a belt.

It was so much worse that it was him. I wanted to tell him everything. That
I hadn't been a fag. That I never did anything to Andrew. That I liked
girls. That I was still the same Jeremy.

But then he stuck his dick in me.

My asshole was slick with cum from Coach Winchester so his dick just slid
in.

And it hit that spot.

I moaned.

I didn't want to moan, but I did.

His very first thrust made my dick leak. And he didn't fuck me like the
other guys had.

He thrust deep and hard. All the way in and out in one thrust. Then again.

My body rocked back and forth every stroke.

I was grunting and moaning and whimpering.

He leaned over and whispered, "Faggots don't get to cum, Jeremy."

Then he squeezed my balls so hard all I could feel was pain. My dick went
completely soft. I couldn't catch my breath.


Michael

Jeremy's asshole was tight and squishy with cum. I had to stop myself from
nutting, even with him being a boy and not a girl.

I also had to get it in my head this wasn't really Jeremy. The kid I knew
wouldn't have a face covered in old man jizz and a load up his ass while
moaning for another.

This was a teenage dicksucker with a cunt for an asshole and he needed to
be put in his place.

When he started to cum, I squeezed his nuts hard enough to knock the breath
out of him.

Then I waited until he was soft and really let him have it.


Jeremy

Mr. Heeling fucked me for what felt like hours. I almost came seven times
and every time I felt his huge hand grip my balls and squeeze.

It was torture.

But I was still moaning.

When he finally came, he just grunted and filled my ass with his jizz. I
felt him shoot three loads deep in me.

Then he untied my legs, dragged me off the bench and to my knees and spoke.

He said: After a man nuts in you, you get on your knees and clean his dick
off. Suck off the jizz and you can nut with it in your mouth.

I looked up at him. His dick was getting soft, but it was still around five
or six inches and covered in cum.

I licked it up and down, trying to make myself put it in my mouth. Fuck, it
tasted sweaty and bitter and disgusting.

But I was so hard.

I wrapped my lips around Mr. Heeling's cock and sucked while my right hand
started furiously jerking my dick.

I came in less than thirty seconds. Everywhere.

It was probably the biggest nut I'd ever shot. My whole body shook and my
dick exploded like five times.

And they all laughed at me.

Andrew's dad looked down at me one more time. He gripped the back of my
head and jerked it up, then spat on my face.

Then he said, "If I ever see you around Andrew again, that whipping will
seem like Christmas."

I nodded.

He and Coach talked for a second, then left.

Sheriff Peel threw me a rag then and said, "I hope you learned something,
boy. Clean up your mess and let's get you home. You got a busy week."