Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2021 06:00:51 +0000 (UTC) From: corpusdawg88@aim.com Subject: Payback Is a Bitch (incest, authoritarian) Thank you for reading my stories. Comments and questions are welcome at dontaskmeever@mail.com If you'd like to tip my venmo is @jack-parker-109 These stories are fiction, any similarities in names and locations are purely coincidental. They involve intimate interactions between above the age of 18. Nifty is able to offer this service for us to share and enjoy stories. Please consider giving below to allow Nifty the opportunity to continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html My name is Joey Powell, and let me tell you about my life. I was a graduate student at UCLA five years ago. I had just married my high school sweetheart, she had just given birth to our first son and I was working as an assistant pharmacist at our local CVS. Life was good, I was on track for my masters, better job, better money, more stability... everything anyone could ask for. And the one night I saw two cops kill a guy in the parking lot. I was just getting out of work and they had been questioning a couple of guys who had been parked there all night. As I got into my car I saw one of them fire three rounds into the car, if the passengers weren't dead they soon would be. I freaked out, rushed home as fast as I could, hoping they didn't catch my license plate. I had hoped in vain. Two days later the police showed up to my house on a report of child porn. They searched my computer and found files and files... The two cops I saw in the parking lot watched as I was handcuffed and put in the squad car. The younger one testified against me, saying he had communicated with me on a message board where I asked for pictures of his young son. No one listened to my story about the shooting, I was convicted and sent up for five years. I flunked out of college, my wife, who believed the cops, left me, took my son, within a month I went from having the dream life to being Jose's bitch. Jose being my new cellmate. I spent five years being used and abused by most of the guys in my cell block. I looked up the cops, the older one was killed in a shootout a year into my sentence, but the young one...the young one lived a charmed life. His name was Kevin White and he was had been the youngest guy to be made detective in the LAPD. He had been a high school jock, married and had a son with his high school sweetheart at 17, joined the Marines, got out, became a cop...and then ruined my life. As I sat in prison I saw as his son became a local sports hero, making the varsity baseball team by 16. I had planned on teaching my son to throw a ball, now I would be lucky if I ever got a photograph of him again. There was a small local news piece on the two of them winning a father and son body builder contest, the two of them looking more like siblings than anything else. They looked happy, arm around his son's shoulders...time in here had made me more than appreciative of a man's body and I could see they were both studs. It was at this moment, this image, I began to plan. Finding out where he lived wasn't hard in this day and age and his kid was a popular jock with social media out of the wazoo. He was a little stud, the kind of kid I would have loved my son to be like, from there I found his mom's Facebook and from there I began to cyber stalk them. The wife worked for a marketing firm, traveled a lot, nice looking woman, but then Kevin was hot as fuck, so I wasn't surprised he had scored a babe. The more I watched them, the more I wanted to do something. I began to count the days of my release, making my plans the whole time. Being a college graduate in prison is a rare thing and I had made some connections doing things like taxes for their spouses and explaining legalese to the dimmer guys. So I had a lot of connections on the outside that started doing some ground work for me. Some gang guys got me a lot of pics of their place, looks like son and dad had a little gym in their garage and liked to work out together. It looked nice, I would have liked something like that with my son. The wife did a lot of traveling, cabs and ubers came and went at least once a month. Slowly a routine presented itself, and where there is a routine, there can be a plan. I spent all my free time working out, in prison there wasn't much else to do and I had a lot of anger to work out. I went from a normal, college guy to jacked in the years I was there. I went from being fucked every night to fucking guys myself, my attitude changed, my personality, everything. I evolved into something else. I still looked like the same, clueless guy that had been thrown in here though, so my parole meeting went well and four years, 10 months to the day, I walked out a free man. The gang whose leader I had helped inside had some people waiting for me when I walked out. They had a place I could crash and had collected the rest of the things for my plan. See what I had leaned inside was this. There was a pretty large number of corrupt cops in the force, Kevin's partner had been one and brought him into the fold pretty quickly. More than a few guys inside had been busted by these guys, and they were just looking for a way to get back at them for what they had set them up for as well. Basically this had gone from me wanting revenge to a group project with investors. I cased the place, walking past their house a few times a week so I could see things for myself. His son was magnificent, my god what a stud! Nearly six feet tall, toned, smooth, huge arms and ass from baseball...as I watched him lift in the garage I felt my cock stir. I wanted that kid badly. A couple of days later I saw Kevin and was struck by twin impulses of lust and fury. He had gotten much better looking, filled out a lot, big motherfucker, huge tree trunk legs, massive guns and damn...he no longer looked like a fresh faced rookie. This was a fucking DILF...all the way. They were lifting and I watched as he did squats...and knew after all this was done...I was going to have that ass. I watched them for two weeks before I was ready to strike. According to the wife's Facebook she was heading out of town this Thursday, that would give me a whole weekend with them without anyone knowing what was going on. Kevin usually took the weekends off, which meant after Friday night, no one would be expecting them anywhere until Monday. Plenty of time. The kid got home from practice around 4 in the afternoon on Fridays, Kevin got off at 6, I had a two hour window to get things set up. The gang members wanted to help but they lived in a real high class neighborhood and a bunch of strangers showing up would just draw attention. Since I had not gotten any ink on the inside, I still looked like a nice, young man so when I jogged the neighborhood no one looked at me twice. The gang members couldn't say the same. That Friday I had a lifting tank, short shorts with no underwear and a pair of white kicks on when I jogged by the house. The kid was already out there lifting, looking like a fucking snack. I had worked up a decent sweat by the time I got there and paused on the sidewalk and looked in. He paused his pump and looked at me questioningly. "You're Baxter White right?" He smiled and nodded. "Man I saw you on the news! Dude..." I walked up and held out my fist for him to bump, "You look swoll." I could see the compliments were hitting home and he said, "You too man, looking good, what's your name?" "Adam," I lied, "This is nice setup," I said looking at the equipment." "Yeah my dad is serious, you wanna lift?" "Really?" He nodded. "Fuck yeah man, let's do it." We began to work out, the whole time I was checking this little stud out. It was an hour before his dad got home and I asked if there was a bathroom I could use. He nodded and we walked into the house as he showed me where it was. I took a rag out of my pocket and shoved it over his face from behind. He struggled twice and then slumped into my arms... Part one, check. Kevin came home after six, he called out for Baxter but got no response. He went upstairs to check the kid's room, opened the door and froze... His son's arms and legs were tied to the corners of his bed, rag in mouth, completely naked. "Bax!" he cried, rushing into the room to untie him. He got two steps before I put the rag over his mouth and watched him slowly fall to the floor, his son screaming into the gag the whole time. As the cop who ruined my life fell unconscious to the ground I knew, I had done it. It was time. Kevin White I slowly woke up and had no idea where I was. My head was thick and my vision was blurry. As I came to I realized, I was in trouble. This was my garage, but a lot of the gym equipment was moved around...and someone was on the weight bench. I blinked a few times and I saw it was Baxter! He tied down on the weight bench naked...a gag in his mouth. I tried to move and realized I was tied to chair as well! What the fuck? Someone else was in here with us! I looked and there was this jacked guy leaning against the far wall, just watching me. "Who the fuck are you?" I growl, trying my best to intimate him. He chuckles and shakes his head, "See that's cold. I've spent the last five years thinking of nothing but you and you...you don't even recognize me." Who was this fuck? Why was it so hot in here? I was sweating like a fucking pig... "I'm a police officer, you picked the wrong house to break into." He laughed, "Kevin, what kind of detective are you? I know who the fuck you are, I know exactly who you are. This isn't some random robbery, I'm not just some thug...you took my life away from me and I'm here to replay the favor." He walked towards me and Jesus he was ripped...who was this guy? "Nothing?" he asked, "Man, how many people have you sent to jail on bullshit charges?" My head was so fucked up...but as he came into the light he looked familiar. Sent to jail? Oh shit. "Joey?" His smile became predatory, "Welcome to the conversation." Fuck, this was the guy we planted child porn on to discredit him from telling people what he saw us do. Shit it's been five years, he just got out...fuckfuckfuck. "Look Joey..." I began to ask and he held up a hand. "I'm gonna stop you right there. It's like this, if you don't know a magic word that can give me back the life you took from me then there is literally nothing I want to her from you. So save the explanations, sorry, the threats, everything. Don't say another word or I will start cutting things off." He held up a set of wicked looking wire cutters. "You got it? Shut the fuck up." I nodded quickly, both Baxter and I were fucking naked, I couldn't have this guy getting worked up. "So this is the game, I am going to tell you to do something, you're going to do it. No argument, no denial, nothing. You push back and I start cutting. A finger, a toe, maybe a tongue, I really can't tell you, but it's simple. I say, you do, everyone keeps their shit. Got it?" I nodded, feeling a little dizzy when I do, what the hell was wrong with me? "Great, so let's get your untied," he cut the bond and I jumped up and swung at him. And fell forward to the floor, my head spinning. His foot pressed against my back, "That's your one freebie, I can't blame you for trying, try again and I start cutting. Do you need an example to see I'm not fucking around?" I shook my head, feeling like I was half drunk. "Great crawl over to your boy...all fours...come on." I had to do as he said, I slowly crawled over to the weight bench, Baxter had his arms stretched over his head, he was sweaty and his cock was rock hard! I had never seen my boy naked and hard before,...I was so proud he had inherited my cock. What the hell? I shook my head as I got closer...why was I so unfocused? He grabbed the back of my hair and dragged me up to the weight bench, eye to eye with Baxter's dick. "You have a fine looking kid here, I mean look at that cock...that's a handful." He was right, I had a huge cock, a source of pride for me all my life and my boy got the same dick. He was easily over right inches, he be more than nine like mine in a year or two. I'm sure he pulled down major pussy as I had at his age. "Come on Kevin, take hold of it...grab your boy's cock." I looked up at him and say he was serious, sighing I reached out and took hold of my son's cock...it was so warm! He was thick, it was like holding my own cock... "Give it a stroke...come on dad...show him some love." I slowly started to stroke his cock, my brain was so fogged...I couldn't think...but it was a big dick...like my own... Baxter whimpered through the gag, looking down at me as I held his cock. Joey reached over and took the gag out of his mouth and Baxter gasped, "D-dad...what are you doing?" "Daddy is gonna make you feel good kid..." Joey answered for me, "Just sit back and enjoy it." "Fuck off freak!" he raged and I felt a pang of fear for my son. "Your boy is worked up...let's calm him down," he told me, "Why don't you take a lick?" I looked up with desperate eyes and saw he was waiting for me to argue, he wanted to cut something off! I slowly moved towards Baxter's cock. "D-dad! Dad! Don't...don't...!" I liked the head of his dick and he gasped and let out a loud moan. I swirled my tongue around his head, I'd never touched another man's dick before so this was all new to me. It was warm and I could taste his sweat as I slowly licked... "Oh god..." Baxter panted as he threw his head back, "Please dad...please stop..." Joey's mouth was on my ear, "Keep going dad, or you'll have a daughter in one snip..." I took hold of my son's cock and began to lick down his thick shaft, I could feel him shake as he felt his father's tongue move down his length. He moaned again as I moved back up, he really did have a great cock. I imagined all the pussy he had tagged with this and felt myself get a little turned on. What the hell... "Come on daddy...suck your boy's cock..." I moved over to his head and slowly slipped my mouth over it, hearing Baxter whimper turned me on again and I was losing control... "Cover your teeth," Joey instructed, "Make sure you're using your tongue..." I did as he said and Baxter began to moan louder as he protested, "Dad...don't please...oh god dad...fuck..." he said as his head slammed back against the weight bench, trying to deny the pleasure I was bringing him. "Yeah feel him squirm under you? Listen to how much you're turning him on..." His words were like a fucking parasite, burrowing into my brain, taking root...it was hot to hear my boy moan. I was getting off on it...my cock was hard as a rock and as I worked his cock with my tongue I felt myself start to get into it. "Come on daddy," Joey said pushing my head down onto his cock, "Don't hold back." "DAD!" Baxter yelled as he felt me start to gag on his cock, I had his whole length in my mouth and I could feel his hips started to push up automatically. I could taste his precum leak from his tip as I let my son facefuck me with his fucking thick ass jock dick. "Dad...oh god dad I'm sorry..." he said as he thrust up, gagging me each time as he started to really shove his cock into my mouth. "Yeah fuck your dad's face...come on punk...get it!" Joey raged. His words seemed to spur Baxter on and he stopped pleading and really thrust his cock up, "Yeah...fuck yeah...." he moaned as I gagged. I held his hips as I let him fuck my mouth, his body was so smooth, so strong...with a fine sheen of sweat he glistened like a young god...how had I never seen how hot he was? Or had I...and just denied it? Joey grabbed my hair and literally pulled me off Baxter's cock, my tongue fell from my mouth as I looked confused to what happened. Baxter looked up, cock dripping with my spit, confused, so close to cumming... "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Joey said, "You can't just suck his dick, what about his balls?" He shoved my face down and I was face to face with Baxter's bull sized balls. They were shaved, smooth as a baby's ass...I felt my head pushed once and I slowly began to lap at them with the tip of my tongue. "Oh fuck dad..." he sighed as he felt me slowly begin to worship his overszied balls. He squirmed as I moved from one to the other, finally taking one into my mouth and rolling it around, "Oh shit...yeah fuck...dad..." he cried out as I began to go to town. "Yeah work those baby makers," Joey whispered, "Don't be afraid to go lower..." I played with my son's balls for a bit, making him babble and beg for more...and then licked under his sac, causing him to pause for a moment as his dad's tongue touched him where no one had before. I had a whore in Singapore do this to me on leave, I began to lick at his scrotum, the sensitive area cause him to squeal in joy. I spread my boy's legs wide as I began to gnaw on the area lightly, I remember when this was done on me it felt like fucking nirvana. Sure enough I see his toes curl as he spreads his legs even wider and he lets out a gasping, "Daddy..." The word sends me into a frenzy as I gnaw and tease his taint, his whole body shakes as I hear him cry out in ecstasy. I move to start jacking myself off under the weight bench but Joey stops me, "Nope, not yet." Instead I grab my son's hard, muscular buns and pry them open as I go lower...I am desperate now to bring him pleasure...the more he moans the more I am turned on. My brain is on fire...I didn't care about anything any more except getting my boy off. Spreading his muscle apart I see his tiny little jock hole and I am stricken for a moment, what was I doing? "Snip, snip daddy..." Joey said behind me and I knew, I didn't have a choice. I leaned in and licked around his hole and the reaction was instant. "DAD! OH GOD PLEASE....NOT THERE! PLEASE DADDY...NO...NO!!" He screamed as I pushed into him, his hole giving way to his dad's tongue...he was to tight...so warm...I could hear him sob as I slowly began to lick his hole...violating him in his most private spot...the one place no man wants violated. "Oh god...oh god..." he chanted as I felt me push into him, I had been eaten out a few times in my life and I knew how disturbing it felt at first, and how quickly it became addicting. No straight guy wants to admit he likes his ass being played with but once a tongue got up in there...all bets were off. After about a minute he let out a low, "Shittt...." and I felt his hole open completely as I pushed all; the way into him, "Dad...fuck...oh dad..." he whimpered as he Once inside I knew he had surrendered, I ass relaxed, his legs were split wide, I wasn't pushing them open any more, he had them spread by himself...for a moment I was reminded his mom was the same way when I ate her out and I felt another surge of lust move through me as I began to tongue fuck him mercilessly. "Dad...dad...dad...." he was panting as I pushed in and out of his quivering hole, I was losing it again, his moans were turning me on more and more... "Yeah lick your boy's pussy," Joey whispered, "Work that jock cunt...listen to him whine...he loves it daddy...he loves your tongue. Again his words were killing me, the second he called it a cunt I felt my cock throb as I began to eat him out earnestly. Hearing my son squeal and cry as his virgin ass was slowly pried open by his old man's tongue...oh god I wanted this...I wanted this bad... "Oh dad...oh god dad..." I heard him beg, he was pushing back onto my mouth now, he had given up, surrendering his jock hole to me. The thought of my super straight jock son giving up his fucking pussy to me was like catnip, I was so turned on now...we were both sweating and my cock was dripping precum on the floor as I kept making my son cry out my name. "Don't you want to fuck him?" Joey whispered and I felt my mind scream. I pulled off his ass and looked down at him, his muscled body was heaving, he looked up at me with an open mouth, drool sliding down his chin and his cock slapped up against his six pack. I was trying to see my little boy, my baby...but all I could see was the fucking stud he had become...and how bad I wanted to own him. "Come on Kevin, show your boy how he was made, don't you want him to see how you fuck?" My mind was scrambled, I needed to fuck something now. My entire body needed to cum and I found my resistance melting under the heat. I knew this was wrong, I knew I shouldn't want this...but as I got to my feet and slowly stroked my cock looking at my son's body...I knew I was going to anyways. "You don't want to hurt him," Joey whispered to me, "Let's get your prepped." He led me up to Baxter's head, "You sucked him off...only fair right?" I nodded as if in a dream and I moved one leg over the bench, straddling his chest. "Dad?" Baxter asked panicked, "What are you doing?" "Open up for daddy," Joey said as he grabbed my cock and put it up to my son's mouth. "Dad?" Baxter pleaded as my cock got closer, "Please don't..." Joey pushed my cock against his closed mouth and the contact made me shiver...god I was horny. Joey grabbed his throat and made him gag, when his mouth opened my cock slipped in and I felt my son's inexperienced mouth surround my cock. "Cover your teeth," Joey told my son as he pushed my ass forward, my eyes fluttered as I felt my son's tongue move around my cock, "You feel that?" he asked, "That's the cock that made you...don't you think your daddy is big? Big fucking cock huh?" It felt like his words affected him because Baxter;'s tongue became a little more engaged and he began to lick around my head as I face fucked him. My hands gripped the back of his head as I began to pump into his mouth on my own, I didn't need Joey to spur me on...this felt so fucking good... I head my son whimper around my cock as I made him suck my cock, his mouth was extended around my shaft, I was showing my boy what a real cock looked like...and he looked so pretty sucking it...so much like his mom... I heard him gag as I hit the back of his throat and he looked up at me with wide eyes as I slammed my cock into him, I watched his eyes water as he struggled to take my whole length. I loved him so much but the desire to own him, to fucking make him take my load...it was too much. I was losing my mind. I heard him choke as the tip of my cock slid down his throat, god I loved seeing whores chocking on my cock. I fucking lived seeing sluts struggle to take my fucking cock...the way they pleaded, begged for air as I slammed harder and harder...I fucking... "Hold up Kev," Joey's voice came from nowhere, "Don't forget his ass..." He was right! I did want to fuck him, feeling that tight, jock hole grip my cock... I slid my dick from his mouth and he began coughing as I moved down the the other side of the bench. "Dad...please..." he said miserably but who this little stud was kept slipping from my mind. He had a tight fucking body and I wanted to show this punk who was boss...make that muscled body shiver around my cock... I pushed his legs open and he began to panic. "Dad! Please...please don't fuck me...please daddy..." I loved it when they called me daddy. I felt my head push against his hole and he closed hie eyes and whimpered, "Dad..." He tried to tighten it up but with all the spit and the exhaustion, I forced my way in with a loud groan from him. "DADDD..." he said and then gasped when my head popped in him, "Oh god..dad...please...you're in me!" And he was my little boy...and was scared...as I slowly pushed in I said, "Shh...just relax...it's ok...daddy's got you..." FUCK he was so tight! It was like an oven up in his ass, my cock was gripped with a velvet vice and I growled as I kept going... "Please daddy...no...oh god...please don't fuck me...you're too big! FUCK!" Jesus this kid had to be virgin! Fucking jock virgin hole all mine...and fuck yeah keep calling me daddy...fucking slut...fucking begging faggot slut... I had nine inches of fucking marine cock to feed this jock, he had six and I could hear him moaning like a fucking stuck pig...virgins asses always took time to adjust and with a slab of meat like mine it hurt in the meantime. As I kept pushing I looked over at...the guy...whoever he was, "Can you shut him up?" He was holding up my phone, filming me rail this slut. He nodded and reached into his pocket and tossed me a small bottle. He indicated I should put it under the kid's nose and went back to filming. I opened it and fuck it stank, it was poppers! Oh this was perfect, I closed one of the kid's nostril and put the bottle under the other, "Inhale." "D-dad....please..." "INHALE!" I barked and I could feel him jump around my cock, he locked eyes with me and slowly inhaled. I moved it to the other nostril and he did it again. "Good boy," I said putting the bottle down, "Let's do this..." I pushed in and the kids eyes rolled back as he moaned, the poppers hit him and he had no idea what the fuck was going on anymore. I slammed the rest of my cock into him and he grunted as I bottomed out in his jock cunt. Oh god he felt so good, that muscled ass spasming around my fucking shaft as it adjusted to having a real cock in it. I pulled my cock out slowly and he moaned, thrashing his head back and forth as his drugged out mind reacted to the feeling...I pushed back in, using his stupor to break his tiny hole quickly. As I fucked him he began to mumble, calling my daddy and some nos...i kept fucking him until his ass gave up the ghost. I plowed him for minutes, watching that muscled body slowly gyrate under me, his abs flexing, his cock slowly hardening again...he was pushing back into my thrusts, still out of it from the poppers. But his body liked it, wanted it...as he slowly came back to reality I was taking all nine inches easily, moaning with each impact. "Dad?" he slurred as I fucked him, "Oh! Dad...dad...ohhhh....." he whined as I slid my cock across his prostate, making his cock fully harden. "Yeah you like that? You want more?" I asked, holding his thick legs apart, slamming that pussy over and over... "Oh god...dad...dad...!" he cried arching his back, "Ooohhhh....." His cock was smearing precum over his perfect abs, I was struck by my boy's cock again as I began to really give it to him. My son was whimpering like a whore under me and I watched him push back onto my cock like his mom did when I fucked her. I leaned in, shoving every inch into him and his eyes got wide as I smiled at him, "You like daddy's cock? You want that?" "Oh dad...fuck...oh please dad...harder...oh fuck me..." "Untie him," a voice called out and I realized he was still tied up. I undid his arms and he threw them around my shoulders, I pulled him up and he slid down my cock with a loud groan, "Oh daddy...fuck me...fuck me..." I held his waist as he began to ride me, his cock trapped between our abs, his moans spurring us both on. "Take it cunt...take daddy's cock...beg for it...come on beg..." "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK!" I was slamming him down onto my cock now, each impact causing a burp of precum to issue from his cock. The little whore's head was thrown back so I leaned in and started to gnaw on his neck, he squealed as marked him as my whore, he looked down and I loved him so much...my hot, fucking boy... We kissed as I fucked the life out of him. I felt my balls tingle and I broke the kiss, "I'm gonna breed you boy...you want daddy to get you pregnant?" "Oh daddy...do it...breed me...shoot in me...oh...oh!" I felt my cock pulse as I began to shoot into my boy's cunt, he felt his daddy's cum and his own cock went, spraying us both with his hot load. We cried out as we came...out mouths meeting again as our cum smeared itself over out bodies. "Love you daddy...love you..." he said, kissing my face, licking his own load off my cheek. "Love you too..." I said, kissing him back, my cock painting his guts with my seed. We stopped fucking, siting there, holding each other, covered in sweat and cum, I had never felt so close to my boy before. We began kissing again and after awhile I laid him back on the weight bench and made love to him properly. His legs straight up, begging his daddy to fuck him harder. By the time we passed out and came to, Joey was long gone. Baxter wouldn't look at me as he rushed upstairs, I found my phone and saw the video, of me, fucking my son like there was no tomorrow. Even now I felt my cock pulse watching it, but I had to destroy it. I had to get rid of it before... There were two texts on my phone. One was from an unknown number saying, payback is a bitch The other was from my wife demanding to know what his video was. There was a pounding on the door and I heard the police tell me to open up and I knew... This was the price I paid for screwing him over.