Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2023 11:59:07 -0600 From: Xavier Lancaster Subject: My Dad the Copper My Dad the Copper by Xavier L This is a reader-requested story containing nonconsensual sex between a father and his preteen son. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them at http://xavierl.asslr.org. Many are also listed in the Authors section under XavierL at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/eprolific.html#xavierl. If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me. Don't send me too many details, though. Please email me with if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.stories@gmail.com. Make sure to tell me which list(s) you would like to be included on (gay and/or str8/bi). Follow me on Twitter: @XavierStories2 Mum and Dad have been split for a while. She's mental, and since my pa is a copper he got custody. He and I have had a rough time of things especially lately. He says since I turned 12 I've become more of a challenge as I'm often doing things I shouldn't. I get in trouble at school a lot, too. I don't know why I do this shit. I guess it's just more fun than being a "goody two shoes." The other day I got into really big trouble, though. I was at a shop and thought it would be fun to steal something. It wasn't big. Well, I got caught. Since they know my dad, they called him instead of calling the police station. He came and got me, and he was so pissed off. He yelled at me for almost the whole drive home. "It was only like a pound!" I said defending myself. "'Only like a pound' you say?" I just shrugged. When we got into the house, he grabbed me by the arm and shoved me onto my bed. "You stay the fuck here!" I couldn't believe he was being such a twat. He came back into my room, and he set down what looked like some gloves and a tube of something on my dresser. He told me stand up. When I did, he grabbed me and shoved me against the wall. "You gonna act like a criminal, I'm going to show you what it's like," he said. He grabbed my hands and put them up on the wall. He used his feet to shove my legs apart. He started frisking me. "I don't have anything on me!" I said. "Doesn't fucking matter what you say. You're gonna see what it's like where you're in jail." After he had searched me pretty thoroughly, went through my pockets, and stuff, he took hold of my shirt and yanked it off me. "What are you doing?" "When you're being arrested, you fucking idiot, you get strip searched." I figured he wasn't going to go all the way, but I soon felt him undoing my pants. I started to move my hands to stop him, and the next thing I knew he put me in handcuffs. "Dad!" "Shut the fuck up," he said as he yanked down my trousers. He pulled them off me, and I could see from the side he was going through my pockets again and looking inside. I almost jumped when he grabbed my boxers and started pulling them down, too. While I was standing there naked, I saw him go and put on a glove. Then he squirted stuff from the tube onto his glove. When he came back to me, he told me I was getting a body cavity search. "A what?" I asked anxiously. I felt his hand slide into my bum crack, and I started moving to get away. He shoved me against the wall hard with one hand as I felt one of his fingers go inside me. He spent some time moving his finger around in my hole. When he pulled his finger out, he stripped off the glove. He took hold of me and shoved me down on the bed. I sat up as I saw him undoing his belt. I figured I was really going to get it, but I noticed he was pushing down his trousers and pants, too. I saw his cock was hard. "Now you're going to see what it can be like once you're in jail." He came over to me and shoved his dick in my face. I turned my face, and he grabbed me by the hair. "You're going to open your mouth and suck on my cock, or I'm going to stick my truncheon up your bum." I looked up at him in shock. I was sure he wasn't being serious, but he pulled my hair back harder so that my mouth opened. I felt his hardness enter my mouth. "And I better not feel any teeth, boyo." I opened wider as he shoved more of his flesh into my mouth. He went deep and made me gag. "Do it like it's an ice lolly!" he commanded. I couldn't believe this was happening, and I was almost in tears. After a bit he pulled out of me. He turned me over so I was lying on my bed. I felt his itchy wool jumper against my back and could feel his dick moving past my crack. "Dad! No!" He shoved my head down as I felt his cock push into my hole. "When you're in jail, you don't get to say no. You'll take whatever dick goes in ya if you don't want to get beat up." I hoped he was going to stop with just this part of the humiliation, but no he kept pushing it in until I could feel him pressed against me. Then he started fucking me. At first he went a bit slow because my ass was cramped down on the invader, but he worked up to the point where I was bouncing on the bed as he slapped against me. It kind of hurt my arms and hands, too, as his body weight was slamming against them while he fucked me in the arse. Now I did have tears. Partly because it hurt but partly because of what was happening. When he finally stopped moving, I could feel his dick twitching inside my hole, and I knew he was unloading his seed. With his cock still inside me, he grabbed my hair again. "Now you won't tell a fucking person about any of this. If you do, I'll tell them you're a fucking liar and trying to get me into trouble. Who the fuck you think they'll believe?" I didn't say anything. I was still stunned this had happened. "Who?" he said angrily. "You!" I blurted out. "That's fucking right. And besides, you ain't got no one else. They take you from me, and you'll just get fucked by some people you don't even know." When he pulled out of me, he smacked me on the bum. "Things are going to change around here. I've been too soft on you. No longer." I felt him remove the handcuffs. "You keep your arse in here until I tell you different," he said. I watched him pull his trousers back up, and he grabbed the tube before he left my room and shut the door. I curled up on my bed and cried a bit. I couldn't believe this had happened. When he finally called me out of my room, he told me to take dinner. He had left out some items, and I had to cook them. I didn't really know how to cook, so he showed me how to do some things. After dinner I had to clean up everything. When I was done, I started to head back to my room. "Where the fuck you going?" he asked. "To my room." "Did you check in with me to see if you were done?" "No, no I didn't." "Well?" he asked. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was nervous of pissing him off too much. "Sir, am I done?" I could tell by his expression that was the wrong way of answering. "No, you aren't fucking done. Come here." I walked over to him, and I saw him shove his tracksuit bottom down. He wasn't wearing trunks, so I could see his dick and balls. "You've made me randy. So now it's time for you to come and give me release." "Dad—" "You don't want to make me get up, boy." I swallowed hard and moved in closer. He spread his legs apart. "Get on your knees. You're going to suck my cock." I knelt down, and he told me to take his bottoms off. Once they were free of clothing, he spread his legs apart and told me to start with his nads. I moved my head close and paused hoping he was only taking the mickey, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me to him. I opened my mouth and started sucking on the hairy sac. When he tapped me on the cheek, I released him. He told me to lick my way up the shaft. I slowly slid my tongue up until it was at the tip. I stopped to see if he wanted me to do something else. He just nodded, so I opened my mouth and took him into it. "You need to take the whole thing," he said. I tried doing that, but once it was in to a certain point I'd start coughing. He had me get on the sofa so I could use a different angle. This was more successful, and soon I was able to get his dick all down my throat. I started picking up speed hoping I could make him orgasm more quickly, but he made me slow down. "This ain't no fucking race, Darby. Your job is to please me and make this feel as good as possible." I wanted to cry again as I slowed down and moved carefully up and down his stiffness. "That's right, boyo. You suck that cock like it's your favorite thing in the bloody world. You want to enjoy every fucking minute." I kept my slow pace, and every so often he would lazily move his hips so that his dick was sliding back and forth in my mouth. Soon I saw him take his shirt off so that now he was sitting there in the nude. His hand gripped the back of my head firmly, and he started thrusting his dick deep into my throat while pushing my head down. He would do a few quick paces then let me have control again. "Yeah, Darby. You suck a mean cock." It took a while before he was holding my head down as his spunk blasted into my throat. "Take it all, boy. You're going to milk me dry." When he finally released my head, I sucked him a few more times. I wasn't sure how to ask without getting into trouble. "Are you. . . do you want more, sir?" I asked as much like a servant as I could imagine. "You can go," he said without looking at me. I left in a hurry. A couple of days went by without anything happening. I could tell he was still angry, and I avoided speaking or interacting much at all. He was working late so I was able to relax at home more and went to bed. At some point in the night, I could feel my bottoms being pulled off me. "What—" I started to ask, and I felt him move on top of me. I was hoping this was just a bad dream, but I felt him enter my bum. "From now on you sleep naked. I don't want to have to waste time when I'm ready to fuck." I bit into my pillow as he jammed the rest of his hard dick into my hole. I felt my hair being pulled. "Did you fucking hear me?" "Yes, sir!" I croaked. He was pounding against me in no time. He lasted longer than the first time which I didn't make me happy. A few days later it was the weekend. He had to help at an event, so he was gone for part of the day. When he came home, I was at the table eating a snack. "You don't greet your father?" What? "Oh sorry, Dad. Umm, welcome home?" I said as I looked at him. He held up his hand and crooked his finger for me to come over. I went over quickly but kept my distance. He motioned for me to move closer. "You're going to undress me." I started with his black boots and socks. He wasn't wearing a jumper this time. He had a white shirt on, and a clip-on tie. So I removed the tie and began unbuttoning his shirt with the police logo on it. When I got near the bottom of the shirt, I pulled it up to get to the final buttons. Next I removed his white vest. I swallowed as I touched his belt. It made me nervous that I would soon have his dick free. I knew there was no point in putting this off, so I went ahead and removed it. As I was unfastening his trousers, he pulled my head to his chest. "Suck on it," he said. I went ahead and sucked on his nipple as I continued removing his trousers. When he was standing in just his trunks, I could see he had a hard-on, so I knew for sure more sex was involved. "Get on your knees," he said. I did, and when I looked up he nodded. I reached up, took hold of his trunks and slowly slid them down. His dick sprang out as the waistband passed. As soon as he was naked, I felt a hand on the back of my head, and I knew what he wanted so I moved in and slowly started working his cock. After a few moments, he told me we were going to my room. As soon as we were in the room, I got back on my knees. "Take your clothes off," he said. My fingers trembled as I stripped out of my clothes. I saw him rubbing his nipples and occasionally stroking his cock as I disrobed. Once I was nude like him, he told me to get the bottle he had put in my nightstand. I pulled it out and saw it was lube. "Get my cock ready with it." Fuck, I thought. I squirted some out onto my palm and slowly applied it up and down his hard dick. "Now assume the position," he said. I moved to the wall like I was going to be frisked. "No," he said, but he was kind of laughing at least. "On the bed." "Sorry, sir," I said nervously as I moved onto my bed and lied down on my stomach. He moved onto the bed, and I put my face into the pillow as I prepared for his dick. He entered me, but now he was moving it in more slowly. "I'm gonna fuck you nice and slow this time. My cock needs to be inside your tight bum longer." I wasn't happy to hear that, but maybe it would hurt less I thought. "Yes, sir" I said in case he wanted to hear that. He started slowly fucking me. "You're finally learning." Even though I didn't really want this to happen, it did start to feel good, and that made me feel weird. "Your tight arse sure feels good, Darby." He did a few deep thrusts before going back to moving kind of slow and steady. "So from now on here's what we're going to do. If I text you 'knees,' then when I come home you're going to come over, free my cock, and you're going to suck me." "Yes, sir." "If I text you 'bend,' I want to find you waiting for me naked and with lube in your bum. You're going to undress me and go where I told you and give me that arse. I'll tell you room or couch in the text." "Yes, sir." He started moving more firmly now. "You're going to set your alarm for 7 tomorrow morning, and you're going to come into my bedroom and wake me up with your mouth on my cock." He rammed his dick into me right after he said that which made me bite my pillow again so there was a delay in my confirmation. "You serve me and my cock now, boy." "Yes, sir." He spent some time fucking me, and I was so relieved when I could finally feel he was cumming. When he pulled out of me and stood up, I remained in position. "Keep your clothes off the rest of the day. I may want more." "Yes, sir," I replied while holding back some tears. I really didn't like the idea of having to deal with his dick more today. Thankfully, nothing else happened the rest of the day. It did feel weird sitting naked on the sofa while he had on clothes, though. The next morning I woke him up as he instructed. When I walked in the room, he had what someone on an American show had called a morning rocket. I moved the sheet and went down on him. I wasn't sure how he wanted this to go, so I started out slow and just followed the tension from his hand on my head to adjust me speed. When he shot, it was a small amount. When I finished, I asked: "May I put clothes on, sir?" He looked at me for a bit before curtly nodding his head. I was so relieved! A few days went by, and I was glad I didn't get one of those texts. When he came home one day, he looked exhausted and stressed. "Hard day?" I asked as he sat down by the door. "Fucking tourists." He started telling stories of some of the people he had to deal with. As he talked I got an idea. He might go easier on me if I started seeming more interested. Or maybe he'd just give it up altogether since he seemed to get off on taking charge of me. I walked over to him as finished. "I'm thinking you could. . . use some stress relief," I said as I started rubbing his crotch. He started undoing his belt. "Yeah, I fucking could." As soon as he shoved down his trousers and trunks, I moved my mouth to his growing dick and started sucking on it. Since he seemed to go longer between wanting sex if he had fucked me, I decided to be the one who started that this time. I stood up, and he looked at me curiously. I pulled off my shorts. "Do you want . . . more, sir?" I asked as I shoved down my boxers. "Yes, I fucking do," he said. He peeled his clothes off his feet. He took me by the shoulder and guided me to the sofa. He had me get on my knees, and my chest was lying on the cushions. He got into place behind me. I heard him spit a couple of times, then I felt his moist cock entering me. I could feel the buttons from his shirt, and his tie against me as he began doing my bum. I could feel his sense of lust, and I was actually starting to enjoy how this felt. I did make the mistake of moaning once, and he started really shoving his dick into me hard. I reached back and grabbed his hip. I felt his strong hands grip my shoulders, and he started pounding me hard. I could hear slapping, and his grip got stronger. I had to force myself to relax. Soon he said: "Fuck!" and I felt him unloading his spunk. When he was done, he said he was going to shower. As he was heading down the hallway, he told me to order some pizza for dinner. I took that as a good sign that my experiment had paid off. Though I also realized there was no chance he was going to stop.