Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2023 12:52:16 +0000 From: jackmetillicum@protonmail.com Subject: Policemen at the Backdoor - Chapter 1 This story is a work of fiction all characters are made up from the author's imagination and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. The author holds the copyright and no unauthorised reproduction in full or part may be made without the authors explicit consent. Nifty truly is an amazing site, it give's us all outlets to our fantasies and kinks without risk or harming another. As such this amazing site relies on your donations, please consider helping no matter how large or small, every donation makes a difference and helps keep it free and accessible for all. I try and respond to all emails and messages quickly but different timezones and the sheer quantity of mail can make this slower than I'd like... Wickr - jackmetillicum This story is a work of fantasy keep it real guys. Incest M/M/M/b A slower burn for this one guys... Policemen at the Backdoor Chapter One incest M/M/M/b I'd had my time off work for the school holidays and was now back on shift for seven full days of night shifts. I'd started tonight at six and I'll finish if I'm lucky around six tomorrow morning, unless there's any pending reports to write up. My colleague, well fellow police officer Robert Beard, or officer sponge Bob as we jokingly called him, have been partnering for about 3 years or so now. We work well together and are almost like brothers, fuck maybe closer, both of us are divorced fathers, he has four kids; three boys and girl. Myself, I have just the one, my son Philip; he's my world and I avoid dates so I get to spend every weekend and some week days with him, he's just that important to me. The ex and I get on well, really well, she's in the Police as well so understands the job, we divide the child care between our parents and each other. She has him most weekdays and wants me to be a big part of his life which is great for me and him. Tonight, well its been a typical night, drunks, fighting, a shoplifting incident nothing major, well it wasn't till our last call out. We arrived at a house in a quiet, nice neighbourhood. A neighbour had reported a possible disturbance in Templar's Crescent. She'd seen people, suspicious people sneaking around the house beside hers at number twenty two. The people had just moved in, a single parent family and she was concerned for their safety she said. Pretty routine, we arrived, knocked the door but there was no answer. Yet there were lights on inside, strangely the side garden gate was wide open so I walked around back. The back room, the dining room I supposed, the curtains were drawn with just a crack of yellow light illuminating a thin sliver of darkness, just about enough to make out vague shadows. The kitchen was in darkness but as I reached the kitchen door I noticed it looked strange, it had some sort of black polythene taped over it. I got out my torch and saw there was a round hole cut into it. I flicked the switch off and approached, the hole was at crotch height, I stood there and laughed to myself, fuck I had heard things like this but never believed it. Bob came along silently too and stood beside me, both of us looking at the `glory hole' whispering. Bob got his phone out and snapped a picture then used the torch, it wasn't as bright and allowed us to get a bit closer. He shone it on the hole and then nearly jumped back when he saw the mouth and tongue licking its lips. `I dare you' he said to me. `Fuck off, you pervert' I said laughing quietly, then threw the ball ball back at him. `I will if you will' I said `but fifty pounds says you won't' I said holding my hand out for him to shake and accept the bet. I couldn't have been more surprised when he grabbed my hand and shook it accepting my challenge, `easy money' he said. He approached quietly and unzipped his trousers, he tugged inside and I briefly saw a bit of cock flesh glint in the moonlight that was suddenly clear after the clouds had parted. He got close and fed his meat through the hole, after about a minute he sighed, then about two or three minutes later he mmmmmd and ahhhhd. Then he started to pump his hips forward and backwards, small moans escaping his lips. I stood watching fascinated as my buddy got a blow job from probably some fag on the other side of this door. I wasn't a prude but this was both unnerving and erotic and somewhat perverse to me, the fact my cock was hard as a rock in my trousers was freaking me out. After about five minutes or so Bob was starting to speed up, his cock was gleaming in the moonlight, the spittle shining and glistening, he was muttering `cock sucker, suck my dick, oh yeah, going to blow so hard.... Mmmmm yes suck that cock.' He was pounding the polythene now, then suddenly stopped and a low groan escaped, `mmmm cumming, swallow it all.' His breath was hard and ragged. Pulling out he whispered `Oh fuck man, that was some blow job, thats the best in fucking ages.' His chest was heaving. He looked at me grinning, his softening cock had a long drool of cum hanging like a snotty nose. He gripped his cock which wasn't massive and flicked it. A splat of cum just missed my boot. He laughed, `your turn' he said. I was hard as rock, `nah man, I'm good' I said. He looked at me `just take it out and get it sucked Danny,' Bob said `just fucking do it.' My chest was heaving with nerves, I approached the hole, slid my zipper down. Bob looked on as I began to jiggle and wiggle trying to get my meat out, I'm pretty blessed down there so when it's hard its not easy to just whip it out. `Come on Danny, it ain't that big' Bob said laughing, `stop wanking and get it sucked man' he whispered laughing again. `You have no fucking idea' I told him grinning back at him, fuck it I thought to myself, frustrated I undid my belt and top button, reached in and pulled my cock shaft and balls free. `What the fuck is that!' Bob looked at my hard cock with absolute disbelief. I shuffled forward grinning at him and fed my cock into the hole, all ten and a half inches of it. I felt the wetness and warmth enveloping around the helmet. A tongue slid in under the foreskin and searched all around, I sighed, I thought how long has it been since I had any `action' down there besides my hand? Two maybe three years, fuck how could I let this have happened, I wondered. The lips engulfing my cock head pushed the thick foreskin back, the skin naturally retracted over the glans. I could see how it looked now in my minds eye, the head a deep purple, a deeper hue of purple surrounding the crown. The piss slit dripping pearl like drops of precum, the smooth shaved shaft glistening from the saliva from the hot mouth on the other side. I felt the mouth take more in, I felt the lips slide along the shaft and the fat head reach the back of the throat. Not many can take what I've got, its fat as well as long, a real hole stretcher, my ex said she couldn't sit properly for days after a hard pounding. So I was surprised when I felt pressure on my shaft I felt it bend as more pressure was applied and then, oh fuck, I felt it. The resistance stopped and I felt myself like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, or in this case throat. `I moaned out loud, very loudly, `Oh fuck yeah.' Bob was suddenly beside me, `shhhhh buddy' he said hushing me looking around hesitantly. I felt lips reach my pubis and then a pulsing along my shaft as whomever was on the other side of this glory hole worked their throat muscles to bring me off. My hands had nothing to grip on to, I felt them flailing in the air then suddenly Bob's hand was there, `go for it Danny, just unload it my friend' he whispered. I felt my balls pull tight and then the liquid fire raced up my pipes and blast into the waiting throat. The whole blow job couldn't have lated more than two minutes, but after two plus years it was the first and seemed like the best sex I'd ever had. I stumbled backwards, long lines of throat drool and cum attached to my cock head, I was still hard. `Bob looked at my dick. `Fuck Danny, just FUCK!' He laughed. I chuckled too, I did that thing all men do like wringing out your cock, gripping from the base running your hand up and draining the dregs out. A quick flick and what was at the tip when flying through the air before splattering on Bob's boot. `You cunt, you filthy cunt!' He laughed. He wiped the tip of his boot off on the grass while I tucked everything back away. We went to the old neighbour and assured her all was well and finished our shift without mentioning what had just happened. A few hours later whilst we were in the locker room I went to give Bob the fifty for the bet, he laughed taking the money, `just tell me this, if you're still single packing that,' he pointed at my crotch clad in just underwear, `what hope has the rest of us small dicked mortals have?' I shook my head and laughed finished dressing and headed out to my car. Twenty minutes later, showered and fresh I was in bed sound asleep, I awoke with a raging hard-on and had a quick wank, another shower ate some food got dressed and headed out the door for work. The next shift followed the same pattern as most nights, though this being a Sunday there was less drinking and fighting. Around one in the morning another call came through from that neighbour again, suspicious people loitering this time. Bob grinned... `lets take another look at Templar's Crescent shall we?' He said. My cock twitched at the thought, `nah, Bob, we know what it is. Lets just leave it tonight' I said hopefully. Bob just looked and grinned, he grabbed his cock and balls and said, `let's not' and drove off to the blow job house as I was now naming it. We followed that pattern all week, I was expertly sucked off every night as was Bob, then I had my three days off. I did my day pattern, we did drive past Templar's Crescent once but it was all locked up tight, so we didn't go back again during the day, I then had another three days off then back onto nights. I knew what would happen, time dragged, Bob was a bit fractious, almost on edge. So when it got to two am and it was still being a quiet shift, I knew it'd be just a matter of time. We had been parked up in the small village high street, we'd hardly spoken the past hour, just sat there in the dark and quiet. I actually found it quiet and peaceful, it was nice, clearly Bob didn't feel the same, `fuck this' he said starting the car, he looked at me and grinned. I tried not to notice the route he was driving but figured it out pretty quickly, we soon arrived in Templar's Crescent, he parked up outside number twenty two. He got out and stood waiting for me, reluctantly I too got out. I was like a kid dragging my feet heading to school, yet Bob was bouncing along like he had springs in his heels. We arrived at the back door, the house was in darkness. Someone had placed a small L.E.D spot light on a two foot tall cane, the ultra thin beam was pointing at the glory hole. I looked at the hole in the polythene, there was something different, coming closer and crouching down I could see why. This time there wasn't a mouth there, oh no, this time there was a small pink and incredibly looking tight asshole. Stood to the left of the door on a small wooden stool was a big pump container of what I guessed to be lube. Bob had already got his cock out and was lubing up, `You don't mind if I go first do you? he asked. `It's just that with that big old hog of yours I want to actually feel this before you destroy it.' He grinned. I chuckled and shook my head. He slid in in one slick move, `oh fuck that's tight.' His hips began to pump and there was the odd squelching sound from the lube but he soon had a steady rhythm going. I was hard watching him fuck, which was again freaking me out. As straight men it was abundantly clear to me we were now regularly getting blow jobs off a guy, and that asshole although smooth and small was definitely not a woman's, there were deep groans of pleasure on the other side of that polythene. What the fuck were we doing, I watched as Bob worked that hole over, in and out deep and slow. He'd speed up bunny fucking then slowing down to those long slow stokes, grinding and gyrating his hips making his cock do circles in that hole. I was aware I was comparing his technique, how he clearly had done this to his ex-wife's pussy. Again he began to speed up, I watched his meat sliding in and out and could feel precum dripping. My hand slid down my trousers and I felt the fleshy tube down my leg. I was horned up now watching, I popped the button and unzipped my fly. I hauled my cock and balls out and lubed the shaft and head up. Bob's ass started really pumping in and out then he froze he ass cheeks clenching tight, his breathing was fast through his nose as he shot his load deep into the ass before him. Panting he stood there, I couldn't wait, I pulled him backwards , `my turn' I said. I got in place and gave no mercy, I gripped the base of my shaft and aimed, the head pop in. I heard a muffled moan, `yeah you weren't expecting that huh' I said. It made me sneer in pleasure and pride inside, yeah I thought, this time ass fucker you've bit of more than you can chew. I then slid the whole of my shaft in, all the way deep to the balls. `More muffled moaning and whatever the guy was sat on rocked. `Mmmm hurt does it' I whispered, `just you wait, cunt.' I slowly pulled my shaft out leaving the fat purple knob head in before sliding in deep again. Working it slowly, filling the ass in front of me so it was full to bursting point. I heard more muffled moaning, it was turning me on. I began to pick up speed, the thing with a long shaft is it bends as it glides in, I watched transfixed as it slithered into the asshole like a snake. The lube made it slick and it gleamed as it slid in and out, Bob got his phone out and began filming, fuck that was hot. My pace picked up, deeper and deeper I fucked this hole. My big balls were slapping on the polythene, thwack, thwack as I hammered the asshole. My breathing sped, my heart rate picked up, hammering inside my chest, I could feel it. My balls churning this huge load, sensation overcame me, the amazing feeling of liquid fire racing up my urethra. I felt my cock expand, stretching this asshole wider, the tight shit chute forced to expand yet again as three days of baby batter exploded from my swollen cock. Pulse after pulse unloaded, I continued to pump and cum, the result was a cum blowback. My cock snot coated my trousers and shirt tails. I stood yet again trembling alive and on fire, every nerve ending hyper sensitive. I pulled out, and my cock hung dripping and drooling, the asshole stayed open. A wide O was clear as day. `Man you deeeeeestroyed that hole' Bob said. I stood catching my breath, my dick bouncing in time with my heartbeat, `yeah, I guess I did' I sighed. My finger traced the inside of the wide stretched out hole, the light showed a blue hue of bruising from my anal assault. I reached down pulled up my underwear and trousers, fastened them, wiped of the cum and staggered back to the car. We didn't speak of our nocturnal visits to number twenty two Templar's Crescent, but every night shift we either fucked or were sucked dry. Sexually I hadn't been this satisfied like this in my life ever, I don't think Bob had been either. But everything was about to change. I awoke to banging on the front door, I grabbed a pair of sweats and opened it shirtless to see Bob standing there holding an envelope in one hand. He looked stricken, `what is it' I asked. `The kids? They okay?' He nodded but handed me the envelope, before pushing past me to go inside. The brown envelope held a selection of photos, photos of us taken with a high resolution night camera. They were stills of what was clearly a video. `Fuck!' I said leafing through them. `We could lose our jobs for this' I said. Bob looked at me, `it gets worse. There's an sd card.' He handed me the chip and I went to my laptop. I put the chip in, and watched the video load and ask for a password. I looked at Bob questioningly `PC69' he said with a look of disgust. I tapped it in and the video began to play. I was surprised from the editing it really was well put together. There must have been about eight cameras hidden filming us. I got hard, I grinned at Bob. `Don't, just don't' he said. I couldn't understand why he was so pissed off. The video ended and another loaded, Password it asked, I typed PC69, incorrect it said. `Add another 69 to it' Bob said. I typed in PC6969 and the video began to play much as beforehand but this time there were scenes from the other side of the door. I recognised the tall man as my superior officer, `oh fuck, that's Inspector Roger's' I said. `Keep watching' Bob said. Password appeared on the screen, I typed PC696969 The film began again, camera editing was cinematic and cinema worthy, Inspector Rogers was there, hard and wanking. He led a small boy, the boys hand was around the mans hard shaft. He led the boy to a seat in front of the glory hole, the next scene was Bob getting an expert blow job, then me. My cock spasmed in my sweatpants, I actually felt the bead of precum leach out. Scene after scene, each short movie showed the boy sucking and eating our cocks our loads. I looked at Bob, when it cut to the next one, I knew what we'd see. The boy was laid on a small frame, his ass in perfect alignment with the hole, I watched as Bob began fucking the kid. I gripped my cock. Bob hit pause, `you're wanking!' He exclaimed! `Danny, it's a kid, we've been fucking a preteen kid!' He said slamming his hand down hard on the table. I looked at him then his crotch, his cock was hard in the denim, a damp patch where he too was leaking precum. `Yes I'm wanking, and you're fucking hard as iron in your pants so don't fucking play good cop here. You were just as turned on watching this as me.' I shouted at him. I reached over and grabbed his cock in his jeans, he moaned. I squeezed harder, `you're so turned on now and you hate it but you love it. Love it that the best fuck you've had is from a little kid, and hate it because you want more, right? I get it, I really do, but that kids mouth and especially his ass was hot!' I slammed the laptop closed harder than I planned and popped the sd card out. `Fuck this' I said standing up. I went over to the sofa and grabbed a t-shirt I had left there, I pulled it on more vigorously and the neck ripped. I left the room and went into the hall, I picked my car keys up and headed out the door Bob followed in my wake. I got in the car and started the engine, Bob got in silently, I put it in reverse to get out of the driveway then into first gear and sped off down the road wheels spinning like a teenager. We drove silently for about ten minutes, you've got to be fucking joking' Bob said. `I grinned, `nope' I said. Five minutes later we pulled into Templar's Crescent, I got out. Bob just sat there, I slapped the top of the car and saw him flinch, he got scowling. I walked up the pathway to number twenty two and rang the bell, a ring doorbell. It buzzed open, a mans disconnected voice said `come on up Danny, you too Bob.' We entered in to the hallway, it was just like any other hall. It was nicely decorated, a stripped carpet - though not to my taste was on the floor. A wide staircase was to the left, the treads were bare polished wood. I stepped on the first step and the wood groaned, then took the stairs two at a time, no point in dragging this out was there. There was a big room at the top, a couple of sofas, a huge overstuffed armchair and upright piano filled the space. Sat on the piano stool was my boss Inspector Rogers. He was wearing sweats like me and no shirt. His chest was broad, the pectoral muscles extremely defined. He'd clearly clipped his chest hair, his beard was clipped tight to his face and ended just above his Adams-apple. He was that hairy there was a a semi circle around his neck stopping his chest hair from creeping up his neck like Russian vine. `Sit,' gentleman he said. Bob came further in and sat on the sofa next to me but a good two foot separated us, he was angry and probably scared. Strangely I wasn't, I knew that Rogers had just as much to lose as us so I was cool, and calm. Silence filled the air, we just sat looking at each other. I stood up, shook my head, Bob thought I was about to leave so was surprised when I took my shirt of and dropped my sweats and stepped out of them. Rogers grinned, `Fuck now that is a cock' he said. I grinned at him, `look Rogers lets just cut the crap, you know and we know why we're here, so where's the boy.' I said. Rogers stood and stripped of his own sweat pants, he looked good. Not as big as me, but few people are but more than a mouthful. `This way guys' he said. `Oh and Bob lose the clothes.' Bob stood and angrily stripped of his clothing then we all exited the room. We walked up another flight of stairs and stood outside a door with cartoon characters on it. Sponge Bob, Paw Patrol all those types. He opened the door, the morning sun shone in, on the bed was a boy. Or THE boy I should say. He was tied to the bed, his hands to the headboard posts. Connected to each of his ankles was a black fur lined cuff. These too were attached to thin nylon ropes, which in turn were also tied to the posts. The boys legs pulled up either side of his head, his ass spread wide, his pussy begging for fucking. My cock was thickening, I heard Bob's sharp intake of breath. I walked further into the room and knelt down before the kid, my hand reached out and my finger brushed over the puckered flesh of his boi cunt. I shivered, I felt my mouth water, saliva flooded and I nearly dribbled. I looked at Rogers, `can I?' I asked him softly. `As long as Ben agrees and I can watch and join in too, then yeah be my guest,' he said. I looked at the boy trussed up like the chicken he was, `hey Ben,' he grinned at me. `Can I eat your pussy?' I asked. He said nothing but nodded. I leaned in close, I let my tongue swipe over the boys hole, oh man. He tasted sweat, clean and soapy but a slight musk, not feminine but just musky. I licked again and he sighed, my lips kissed his hole and I began to work over the outer muscle. My tongue was battering the sensitive flesh, trying to iron out every pucker he had. I ate and nibbled gently, stimulating the soft tender flesh. My hands were suddenly there spreading his cheeks wider, my lips formed a seal over the small hole and I sucked. He moaned and as he relaxed pushing back against my face, my tongue moved forward and slid up into his tight ring. Oh he tasted like caviar, I fed on his little hole now, my eyes closed in concentration and lust. I was a man possessed, I was like a convict eating his last meal of a juicy steak. I felt movement beside me, and felt the mattress depress but paid it no mind at first, I just was focusing on the delights of the boi cunt before my face. I was eating and chewing the tastiest hole I'd ever eaten when I briefly opened my eyes and saw Bob knelt on the pillow beside the kids head. He was holding the base of his cock and was feeding the child the fat purple mushroom head, the kid was licking and suckling trying to drain the precum seeping out. Bob's eyes were closed, his head was bent backwards resting on his neck his tongue at the side of his mouth licking his lips. Bob was pulling his nipples, the slightly hairy nubs hard from his ministrations he moaned softly. Although I knew what we we're doing was morally wrong the pleasure the three of us were giving each other was all consensual. I went back to feasting on boi hole, Rogers came over next, he knelt at the head end of the bed and bent over his small son. His head brushed against mine as he took the boys tiny cocklet into his mouth. The kid groaned around the cock in his mouth, as his father began to work the shaft in his mouth. I stopped eating ass, watching this dad devouring his sons tiny two inch spike. He flicked it with his tongue, lathering up the underside before sliding his mouth over the boys piss hole. I watched his mouth suckling hard, the kids chest was rising and falling. `Watch this' Rogers said. He reached forward and spitting on two of his fingers he slid them up and down the kids shaft. Faster and faster he worked them, so enraptured was the boy he'd released Bob's meaty cock head. He was smiling and then it happened, he squealed his pleasure as he reached his dry orgasam his body quivering. His father continued to wank the sensitive glans and the boy tried to escape, attempting to close his legs which was simply impossible. Rogers pulled a drawer open and handed me a tube of lube. `Fuck my son' he said. I took the lube and slathered my cock up, I got on the bed and shuffled closer on my knees. I pulled the foreskin back and a pearl of precum oozed out, I laid it against the boys hole, gently I pushed into the kid. I watched as the pink puckered skin began to spread, the tip of my cock kissed his cunt, opening his ass lips. A bit more slid in then the we reached the ridge of my helmet, the kid winced and moaned, I grinned, `fuck his face Bob,' he's going to squeal with this next bit. I pushed with my hips, my hands resting on my hips so his daddy could see up close as my dick slid into his boys pussy, the whole crown popped in and he did moan, a small cry escaped around Bobs shaft. That's when his father placed his hand under the back of the boys head, he pushed the kids face hard so the entire length of Bobs cock slid into his throat. `Do it,' he said looking at me. I complied of course, I slid the whole of my dick in deep to the boys guts. Inch after inch slid in. Deeper and deeper till I touched bottom. I was so deep in the boy his tummy bulged where the head of my cock was protruding. I pushed gently down and could feel the glans beneath the thin skin, I shuddered. The boy squealed, his chest heaving, pulling hard against the restraints. I gave him a minute to adjust and sure enough the sqealing stopped, as I slid out and in I must have bumped his prostate as he moaned. All his sighs and cry's and moans of pleasure were muffled around Bobs meat. I began to fuck the kid, slowly out and in, watching Bob pick up and match my pace. We locked hands as we began to pump. Thats when I felt something at my ass, a wetness along the crack, Rogers had moved, and glancing behind me I saw his face hovering near my crack. I let go of Bob's wrist and reached behind me and pulled my cheeks wide. Rogers needed no further invitation and dove in eating my hairy sweaty shitter. I felt my eyes role back in my head as he feasted on my man cunt the way I had done his boys. When my head stopped spinning from the intensity of the pleasure I saw Bob staring at me, shocked `you have no idea how good that feels, mate' I said. Then Rogers tongue started battering the puckered flesh, I cried out, `oh fuck, oh my fucking god!' I exclaimed. It was just too much, my balls ached for release and my brain granted their request. `Fuck, I'm cumming, oh fuck, no, no, no, shit, I wanted this to last, ooooh fuck, yessssssss!' Molton lava blasted from my engorged cock, thick ropes of thick semen splattered the boys tiny intestines. My swimmers looking for a target to impregnate in the boys guts. Blast after blast, seven massive pulses shot into him, followed but about three weaker ones, so much cum erupted, there was some blow back the same as a few nights ago. My cuming must have done it for Bob too. He pulled his cock out as he shot over the boys face, painting his lips, nose and eyes in his thick creamy baby batter. There was so much it looked like the boy was covered in candle wax. It slid down his nose, and the horny little cunt poked his tongue out and licked the cum from his lips. Bob wasted no time and pushed his knob head back into the kids mouth. The kid suckled draining the dregs out from the manly balls resting on his chin. `No more, fuck no more' Bob sighed pulling free. He sat back on his haunches, laughing. Rogers wasted no time and dived in and licked the kids face clean eating up the load sharing kisses with his boy feeding him the warm cum. `You going to cum too?' I asked him. `Fuck no, I will edge for a bit, maybe after you've fucked him a couple more times today then I'll fuck him and cum' he grinned at me. He reached forward and undead the straps and the kid stretched out, as his daddy tugged his little cocklet. `Lets go get some breakfast' he said, standing. We all stood, I couldn't resist and scooped the boy up in my arms. `Thanks little man, thats the best cunt I've ever fucked' I said kissing him. He grinned, his lips parted as our lips met, his tongue slipped into my mouth, he tasted salty. I wasn't expecting a full french kiss but responded, kissing him back. My hand reached behind his head, I worked my tongue in deep seeking out all the hidden spaces in his small mouth. We parted slowly, his eyes still closed but his cocklet hard. Bob tugged it gently and the kid moaned. `Soon, Kiddo, soon.' I said as we headed out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen. `That was tender,' said Bob. I looked at him, `Yeah it was, but considering the amount of pleasure that kids given us both over the past few weeks he deserved it don't you think.' He sucked his lips in and chewed on them, nodding, `yeah, I guess so.' He said, but saying it I knew was reluctantly drawn out of him. Rogers had got the coffee on and toast was browning, the smells made my stomach growl. He looked at us, his cock still semi hard, `an army marches on it's stomach, you'll be marching your asses off today. So eat up, get your strength back. This little monster here' he said ruffling the boys hair, needs a lot of fucking to keep him happy. He said smiling at the boy. He leant in close and they kissed. I picked up a slice of toast and poured a cup of coffee, who the fuck was I to go against my superior officer I thought. To be continued? If you enjoyed then consider making a donation!