Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2018 19:57:16 -0800 From: judom76 Subject: SECRET FAMILY CHAPTER 2 WARNING: This story contains depictions and/or descriptions of sexual activity between adults and minors. If it is not legal to read this sort of material in your locality, you object to this sort of material and/or you are under 18 years of age, please stop reading now and exit this story. This story is a work of fiction. No character within bears any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, and no scenario within is intended to depict any actual event and neither should the same be inferred. This story remains the sole property of the author. This story may be downloaded for the personal enjoyment of readers but those wishing to re-post and/or re-print the same must first obtain the permission of the author. Remember the only way to read these stories is if Nifty stays open, so please be sure to donate even just a few dollars helps! AUTHORS NOTE: This story is a slow burner, so while the first few chapters do have some sex the real good stuff doesn't start till a few chapters in. After that the story will be the sexcapades of the Secret Family, with copious amounts of erotic M/b action in very creative scenes. There is also a main character list for quick reference, for those of you that want a good visual picture. While this story over all is a work of fiction, like any good story there are many elements of reality, especially when it comes to the sex in this story. Without condoning or condemning every sex act written about in this story is possible... I welcome positive or constructive feedback, however I will ignore negative comments. Judom76@gmail.com DB SECRET FAMILY CHAPTER 2: SAVING DAKOTA THREE DAYS LATER... The teenage boy underneath me is moaning and whimpering like the little slut he is. Ragged and broken, his voice keeps cracking. I have him pinned face down on the bed with a pillow under his pelvis, while I attempt to split him in half with my 8"x 6" uncut daddy cock. This is the hardest I've fucked him yet, which means this is the hardest he's even been fucked in his life. He's taking it like a champ, as sweat drips off my muscular frame pooling into the center of his small bronze back. Jason's literally half my weight he's lost under my hulking mass, totally helpless as I continue ravaging his ass. It's taking longer than usual because only 2 hours earlier I shot my first load of the morning into my little husband, now I'm a good 15 minutes into trying to piston load number 2 inside this boy. I've been on edge, especially this morning, and it tends to bring out the beast in bed. "Please cum... Please cum... Fuuuckk... I need your puppies!" His pleading has increased over the last couple minutes, signs I'm wearing him out. He begins clawing at the bed sheets with both hands and feet. "You want Daddy to seed your little slut pussy?" I growl. "AAAAHHH PLEASE!" he moans. "You can beg better than that bitch boy. BEG!" I order in his ear. "PLEASE I NEED YOUR PUPPIES... Please, please, please, please, please, please." Jason begs. I pick up the pace, I don't quite go all out on him, but fuck, I want to. Within 30 seconds a loud wail comes from Jason, I've never heard this before from him, but I know what it means. He pulls so hard on the sheets that he pops the two upper corners of the fitted sheet off my king bed flailing like he's having a seizure. "UUUUUHHHHHHHHH" he screams, his voice totally broken sounding like he's prepubescent. His anal ring clamps my cock like a vice, as his body goes into full lock-up just vibrating on my bed. I've given him his first totally hands free cum from being fucked, and the feeling of his orgasm combined with the knowledge of that achievement sends me over the edge. "FUUUUCCCKKK!!!" I moan, as I drop balls deep into his boy pussy and let him have 3 powerful jets of Daddy cum. I collapse on him, breathing too heavily to do anything else. Jason begins to squirm gasping for breath. Oops, I roll myself off the kid, so he doesn't suffocate. I'm lying on my back still huffing and puffing, drenched in sweat, I look down and stand my half soft cock up to take a look at it. Good... No blood. We lay there for a good 5 minutes. I look at the alarm clock it's 9:08 am, I need to be at the hospital by 10:30. I slap the half-conscious boy on the ass. "Come on let's shower, I need to get going." I tell him. "Mmmm" he responds. "You OK?" I ask a slight bit worried. He nods his head yes like he's half asleep, "Yeah... My ass hurts." He finally responds. There is no bleeding, so he isn't too damaged. I just fucked him senseless. I decide to take a look at his hole. It's puffy and a bit swollen, with the surrounding skin a noticeable shade of pink from my body hair rubbing on his hairless body. I lean in, stick out my tongue and start tonguing his swollen boy pussy lips by making slow circles around the edge. I spread him open to get in a bit deeper. He winces. "Sharp stinging?" I ask. "Yes." He replies. I take a really good look and I find a small tear on his puffy red pussy. It isn't his first anal tear, he was pretty aggressive with his ass when he was younger. I roll him over, and scoop him up into my arms, taking him to the bathroom. I put him down on the toilet, then proceed to turn on the shower and warm up the water. I hear my load squirted into the toilet water, accompanied by a cum fart. Turning, I see a grimace of mild pain on his face. I step into the custom oversized shower with a rain shower head. Jason gets up and follows. We kiss, then I gently wash him from the neck down, I'm very gentle when I reach his wrecked boy pussy. At first, he hisses in pain from the soap, but that's all. I rinse myself off and make sure to clean my cock well, then make sure the boy is rinsed off before turning off the water. I take one of our large fluffy towels and gently dry him under the heat lamp, once again being very gentle with his ass. I then dry myself. "Bend over the counter and spread your legs" I instruct as I rub his back a little. I reach into the drawer and get out a tube of antibiotic cream. Removing the cap, I place a generous amount on the end of my index finger and gently begin to coat his red puffy hole making sure to spread the delicate little folds and even pushing my finger inside him, making sure to coat all his abused velvety flesh. I finish, stand up and pull him toward me. I kiss his head and look at him in the mirror. "I'm sorry I hurt you, little otter." some sadness in my eyes. He smiles and simply states "That's the best fuck I ever had." I smile back at him. Good, he really did take it like a champ. AN HOUR LATER... Jared pulls up next to me in the Hospital parking lot. He's driving his Duty Vehicle, a fully decked-out bronze/gold colored Chevy Tahoe Law enforcement vehicle, that while older, is still in good shape, thanks to Jared. I get out of my truck, walk around and get in the front passenger door of his Tahoe. We smile and greet each other, but it's not the usually friendly greeting we'd exchange, we're both here on business. He hands me two totally blank file folders, the one on top is fairly thin, the second folder is much thicker a good half inch. I open the first folder and skim through it quickly. Its contents are court documents from his conviction as well as his parole paperwork from both of his prison sentences and subsequent time on parole. Included are notes from his parole officer, who Jared is friendly with. Mr. Justin Alan Franks, legal father and guardian to Dakota Michael Williams, has one felony arrest for possession of meth, but pleaded down to a high-degree misdemeanor. He served 6 months of his 18-month sentence, then 2 years parole. A few years later he was arrested for felony possession with intent to distribute and also had a loaded firearm in his possession at the time. He went to State Prison for that felony conviction and did 7 years of 15-year sentence, parole for 4 years. During those 4 years on parole Franks fathered little Dakota. In the parole officer notes he blatantly states he knows that Franks is back to running meth for the local Aryan biker gang who run all the meth in the county, and all the neighboring rural counties as well. Mr. Franks is running with a bad crowd, apparently his stint in state prison instead of rolling on his suppliers earned him a seat at the big table now, and they've taught him how to avoid being randomly caught by the cops or his parole officer. Jared informs me there's a lot more about his drug activities in the next folder. I flip to the final page in the first folder and read it carefully. It bears the header of the local district attorney's office and is an official memorandum to the sheriff's department. In the memo, the District attorney states he's decided to not bring murder charges against Mr. Franks for the death of Dakota's mother Christina Williams, because the evidence is too circumstantial, especially for a 1st degree murder charge. So not only is he a suspect, but the Sheriff thought he had a strong enough case to bring it to the DA. I open the other folder now. The top sheet has Mr. Franks newest mug shot along with all his basic information, including the fact that he's a felon clearly marked in red. There are several brightly colored tabs along the right edge scattered throughout the paper packet. I flip to the first tab, this page lists his known associates and their association to him. Surprisingly long, it has several dozen names most of them felons as well. Jared explains that most of the female names are either his bitches or they work for the biker gang moving and hiding drugs. Clearly, he hasn't just read through this pile of information on this guy, Jared has investigated this guy himself. I flip to the next tab. It's the beginning of the murder investigation file on Dakota's mom. There are a few copied photos, and the scene report, and then the coroner's report. I already know what's in the coroner's report, but I skim through it myself. The next page starts the main bulk of the murder investigation file including witness reports, interviews, the usual. Jared directs me to the next tab. This page gets to the running theory regarding the motive to kill Christina. Her parents died in a car crash when Dakota was just a year old, they weren't well off, but both had sizable life insurance policies. It seems in their wisdom that they knew Christina would blow the money, so shortly after Dakota was born, his Grandparents named him primary for the insurance policies. The will had a trust set up for Dakota. Everything went into the trust including the house, which Christina got to reside in. This trust pays out just under $2000 a month to care for Dakota till the age of 18, when Dakota gets the remaining amount which is just north of $200k. Christina and Franks had been separated and she had kicked him out of the house. Based on information from the notes on the multiple domestic disturbance calls to the house, Franks knew about the money and it was a source of conflict in the relationship. Christina wouldn't marry Franks, which denied his any direct control over Dakota or the money and house. After Christina's death 19 months ago, things didn't go as planned for Franks. Because Franks was a felon, he was the last choice to be Dakota's guardian, but still had full access rights. Dakota's only reachable surviving relative was his great grandmother who was in her late 60's. She gladly took him in, until she was thrown to the ground and broke her hip in multiple places while being mugged 4 months ago. The general build and description of the masked attacker matches Mr. Franks. The great grandmother is now legally disabled and also now legally unable to care for Dakota, so the county had no choice but to give Dakota to his father. Because the house reverted to the trust after Christina's death, any guardian of the trust who was now Franks, can live there with Dakota. This sick fuck murdered Dakota's mom for money and a house, then attacked an old lady, permanently disabling her in order to get Dakota and the money back under his control. I flip to the next tab which is the brief submitted to the DA lining up the evidence that's been collected. I already know what happened with that, but Jared offers some more insight on to why this wasn't pushed ahead. The biker gang is powerful enough that they have a crooked, slimy lawyer out of Seattle looking out for them. The DA didn't feel the case was strong enough to go up against their defense attorney. Apparently, the DA has lost a few cases in court to the guy, unable to make a convincing case to a jury. Jared also adds that on a few of the cases there was high suspicion of jury tampering. From Jared's tone and cadence, he talks as though he has a hard on for this entire gang, and I don't mean sexually. He wants to catch these guys one way or the other, especially Franks. Jared reaches across to the last tab and flips it, a sly smile on his face. At the back of the folder is a small plastic bag with a thumb drive, a large assortment of digitally printed photos, a map, a list of addresses and names, and an assortment of printed notes that appear to be timed surveillance notes of the subject in the pictures, who is none-other than Franks. "After your phone call 3 days ago, I decided to take a few days off and follow this guy." Jared smiles before he continues, "He's gotten lazy and I figured out what he's up to." Jared boasts. He spends the next 15 minutes going over exactly how Franks is living his current life. He has some skank living with him who's basically caring for Dakota. Jared points out a photo of her leaving the house trying to hide a huge black eye under her sunglasses. Jared has notes on his coming and goings night and day. Franks usually hangs at the house and sleeps all day, then runs the streets at night. Jared's also thought about how to approach Franks initially. We discuss his idea and agree on a course of action, it's almost 11am, time to go meet Dakota. Jared hands me a burner phone, I know he has an identical on him. "My number is on auto dial #1", he simply states. We get out of the Tahoe and head into the hospital. Jared and I stand in a dimly lit room behind a one-way mirror. This room is traditionally used to monitor child behavior when an adult isn't present. The room's been decorated for kids. The walls are covered in wall paper with a zoo theme. There are small child-sized tables and chairs, two book- shelves and two large bins full of toys. The door opens and I get my first glimpse of little Dakota, his arm still in a brace, he holds it with his other hand as he walks in. He wears ratty cheap clothes that are way too big for him, I can tell underneath them, he's a little underweight. He walks further into the room so I can see his face better. He has a mop of long straight platinum blond hair that glows under the lights, it's cut in a basic child's bowl cut from the previous century but hasn't been cut in quite some time. He looks at the mirror, and right at me it feels like. I can now see his big bright blue eyes, just a shade more silver than the sky on the bluest day. His face and features are perfectly balanced, he's a little angel. The nurse asks him to wait before the doctors come to talk to him, she shows him some of the stuff in the room then leaves little Dakota to his own devices. Unlike most children his age he just doesn't blindly go get something that catches his eye. He walks around the room studying it, starting at the toy bins, he rummages through them. In the second toy bin he finds a big fluffy teddy bear about half his size and pulls it from the bottom of the bin. He takes it by an ear, then drags it with him over to one of the bookshelves. He spends a few minutes going through the shelves picking a book, then goes into the far corner of the room sits on the floor cuddles up with the bear and starts reading. Now this kid is six. I'm captivated, he lifts the book so I can see the front, it's a popular Choo Choo train book for kids his age. I can see him mouthing the words as he reads, he seems to be doing pretty good just sitting there on his own. This boy is definitely bright, I'm becoming more captivated by him. There's a knock on the door, then Dr. Katz enters followed by Blake. Dakota puts down the book and clutches the bear, putting the bear between the adults and himself. They reintroduce themselves, and he says he remembers them. Both adults sit on the floor with Dakota and slowly start the painstaking process of trying to get the truth out of him. They start by asking to see his arm and chat with him about that. Then, they ask if he's hurting anyplace else, he clearly looks down, away and fails to answer verbally. The direction he looked causes him to face toward the mirror at an angle. I can see the tears start to fall from his eyes. Dr. Katz tries the touch approach, she rubs his back, then both his arms. No reaction. She touches his tummy and chest, checking his ribs, still nothing, then runs her hand over his right thigh and he jumps, then starts to ball. Dr. Katz holds him as Blake strokes his hair. After a few minutes, they get Dakota to stand up and they take down his shorts. There's clearly a fresh burn on his leg. Jared and I both know what the mark is, my fists and jaw clench as we look at a red mark with one end being a crescent shape and the other end tapering off to nothing. For those of you that know about meth heads and crack heads, they frequently use these little handheld torches in order to smoke their drugs. Some of these torches have a cylindrical tip, imitating a soldering torch, this mark matches a burn from the tip of one of those torches. Dr. Katz leaves the room, Blake takes Dakota and sets him on his lap and just holds him. I want to cry for the little boy, but I'm too angry, there's a murderous rage building inside me. Dr. Katz returns to the room with a small ruler and a camera, a nurse accompanies her, carrying some medical supplies. Dr. Katz takes photos of the burn, while the nurse preps a bandage. Then Dr. Katz starts to dress the burn. "We have to save this boy... I have to save this boy." "Yep." Jared replies. "Do you think Plan A will work?" I ask. "Not a fucking chance in hell." he replies coldly. Blake looks at the mirror and nods toward the door. I leave the room and enter the hall as Blake leaves the other room. "So now what?" I ask, as Jared joins us. "Well the nurse already called CPS, technically, they're supposed to take charge of Dakota, place him with emergency foster parents until the investigation is concluded." Blake clearly isn't in favor of that, nor am I. "Can you keep him here under observation?" I ask with hope. "Yeah, actually I can. I can put anyone no matter their age on a 72-hour hold. Based on his injuries I can say he needs to be observed to rule out him hurting himself or other destructive behavior." Blake smiles as his mind kicks into overdrive planning everything he needs to do to make it stick. "Alright, that'll work... Can I see him?" I ask. I plead with Blake using my eyes. "Yeah, just a minute," then re-enters the room with Dakota. "Can we do this in 72 hours?" I ask Jared. He smiles big, "We can get it done tonight just before he leaves the house." "What about his crack whore who's here with Dakota? She's going to go back and tell him they're holding him. He'll know something is up." "Leave that to me, I'll call you in a few hours once I'm ready." replies Jared with a smile. Jared leaves, as he walks away from me down the hall, he gets out his work cell phone and begins going through his contacts. Blake comes back into the hall. "I've told him who you are, that you're my husband. He asked why you wanted to see him, and I told him because we think he's a very special boy, so you want to see for yourself." Blake states with a smile. "OK." I say flatly. All of a sudden, I'm nervous, nervous to meet a 6yo boy. Fuck Joseph really? "Relax, he's more scared than you are." Blake says as he puts his hand on my chest. I nod and head into the room to meet Dakota. Dr. Katz is talking to him. He looks up at me and I can see he's frightened. I don't think he was expecting to see huge me walk through the door. "Hi Dakota, my name is Joseph. Can I sit with you?" I ask him, trying to sound light and chipper. He looks at the floor and doesn't respond. "Pretty please, Dakota?" I beg. He nods. So, I sit cross-legged on the floor, I notice him looking at my bulging hairy calves. "I'm going to get Dakota some pills for his arm and some juice to wash it down. Be right back." Says Dr. Katz as she leaves the room. "Is your arm hurting?" I ask. Dakota nods yes. "I'm so sorry sweetie." I lean down and kiss his head, I can tell he hasn't been bathed in a while, I push the emotions back. I take his good hand in mine and I just make small circles on the back of his hand with my thumb. "How is your leg?" I ask him. "Better." Dakota replies. I try to think of something to say. I just want to hold him, tell him I'll get rid of his father, protect him from the world and make it all better. But that won't work right now. Not yet. I look around. Oh the book! I lean over and get the book he was reading. "I bet you'e a good reader." I state to Dakota. He finally looks up and into my eyes. I can see he's studying me. He knows I can't have asked that question at random. "In fact, I bet you're such a good reader you could read this book to me and I probably wouldn't even have to help you." I state confidently, putting on a big smile. He knows something's up now. He gives me a look that can best be described as the look someone gives you when they say, "What the fuck?" "How did you know?" he asks flatly. "You got me! I've been watching you in this room." I reply. He looks around the room and is confused. "Where's the camera?" he asks. "No camera." I reply. Now that surprises me a bit. He's so young, but he gets security cameras and can actually ask that question. "Want to guess again?" I ask. He looks around the room, finally getting up, then slowly walking around the room inspecting everything. He stands still and looks at himself in the mirror, then walks toward the mirror. He stops, then looks at me. I smile and nod to him. "The mirror?" Dakota asks. "Good job! You're a smart boy. It's actually a window, but you can only see into this room, not out." I explain. He immediately walks up to the window, cups a hand to it, leans in and attempts to see through it. He looks back at me, doubtfully, till someone raps their knuckle on the glass right at his hand, and the darling little boy jumps startled. He looks at me and I'm laughing at his response. His face lights up, he actually smiles and says, "Cool." "So, do you want to read this book together?" I ask the little angel. "Yes." He replies sheepishly. "Come here." I tell him. He hesitates. "It's OK, I promise I won't hurt you." He makes his way to me, standing in front of me. "Would you like to go sit in that corner together and read?" I point to same corner he chose earlier. He simply nods yes, so I scoot on my butt across the floor and grab the teddy bear he had earlier while I'm at it. Once he sees the teddy bear in my lap, he comes over to me in the corner. "Sit down." I pat my thigh indicating for him to sit. He steps up between my legs and I gently take him by his waist and set him down on my thigh, then scoot him into a good position. He's so tiny and adorable, as I put the teddy bear next to him in my lap so he can hold it with his good arm. I then take the book and have him read the cover to me, I turn the page and let him start reading. As he reads, I put my hand on his little white calf and knee. He's so small my hand engulfs his little white leg. I just leave it there till I have to turn the page for him. I put my hand back down in the same place, this time I slowly caress his leg while he reads me the next two pages. He reads very well for his age, I only have to help him on a few words the entire book. Dr. Katz comes back, and Dakota drinks his pills down with his juice. We decided to read another book. I look around to see what's there. As I'm doing so, Dr. Katz leaves and Blake enters the room. I look at him and he nods at me, indicating the plans have been made on his end. That's one step down. I know Dakota will be safe here till this is over. I find the perfect book and we snuggle back up. This one is a bit harder and meant for slightly older kids. The book is about bullying. I show Blake the cover and he smiles and nods, he knows what I'm up to. We snuggle back up in our same place, except this time I sit the bear differently, so it covers my hand where I'd been rubbing his lower leg. We start the book, Dakota working his way through the more advanced writing. I help him with a few words here and there, on the first few pages, of course, as he reads to me I have my hand on his leg, but this time I've pushed his short leg up a little so I can caress my thumb up his little milky white thigh. I kiss his head as he continues to read, as we get about halfway through the short story, he starts to hesitate about reading some lines. These are dealing with the bully hurting and scaring the boy in the story. Dakota starts to tear up, he's seeing the connection and equating his father to the bully. It hurts him to read the words allowed. I kiss him on the head again, and then take my hand away from his leg, reaching up to his face. I rub it gently, wiping the tears off, then softly rub his oh-so-small neck and under his chin. I can feel him relax a little bit. "Do you want me to finish reading the story?" I ask him. Dakota nods, his eyes are now closed. I proceed to finish the story, this time with my free hand I keep gently caressing his neck and under his chin, I also include the one ear I can easily reach. I can tell already that ears and neck will definitely be erogenous zones on this little boy. As I touch him, his breathing changes, every exhale like a little sigh of contentment. I finish the book, but keep caressing him, he's fallen into a kind of trance at my touch. I take his little chin and turn his head so looks at me. "Do you have a bully that you're afraid of?" I ask Dakota. He nods, yes. "Can you tell me who it is?" He shakes his head, no. "Can I guess?" He doesn't respond. "I know this is hard, but I think your father's hurting you. I think he's the one that hurt your shoulder, I think he's the one that broke your arm, and I think he's the one that burned your leg," I quietly state, my head leaned down over his so we're closer. He doesn't speak, just stares down at my wide chest. "Remember how the boy in the story got help? Would you like me to help you?" I asked. "Why?" The word trails off as he starts to sob, I pull him in and hold him close. "I will help you, so will Blake. We'll protect you, I promise." I cradle him against my chest as he continues to sob. "Mommy and Grammy said they'd protect me, but they're gone." He's flustered and sobbing, his words slightly misspoken but still understandable. "We aren't going anywhere Dakota." I lean in really close to him. "What if I could make your dad just disappear, like a hero scaring off a monster forever? Would you want that?" He sits motionless for a moment, thinking over what I've just said. "What about me? I'm alone." He asks, fear and doubt in his eyes. "You can come and live with us? We have a big house, two dogs, and even a pool." At this point Blake comes over and sits on the floor next to me, then starts rubbing Dakota's back. "He's right, we'd love to have you come live with us." Blake says supporting me. Dakota turns to look at Blake, then back to me. As I look into his eyes, I take his delicate face into my hand, then I stare deep into those stunning big, bright blue eyes. "We want you to be our son, we want to love and care for you because you're a smart and beautiful baby boy." I say getting a little choked up. "Mommy and Grammy called me baby boy. I miss them. I don't want to go home." Dakota states sadly. "Do you want to come home with us and be our baby boy?" I smile really big as the words come out. "How long?" Dakota asks puzzled. "Forever and ever." I say with a big smile. "OK" he simply states. "Is that a yes?" Blake asks. "Yes", Dakota nods in agreement. We both hug him gently and kiss him on the head. It's lunch time, so the three of us head down to the cafeteria for some food. We sit flanking Dakota as we all eat. Blake and I watching him like worried new parents. After lunch, Blake has some stuff to do, so I find a quiet unused lounge for Dakota and I to cuddle and watch cartoons. I reach my hand under his shirt and gently caress his tummy, he melts into me. Eventually, I notice he's ever so lightly playing with the hair on my forearms, as he begins to dose off. I enjoy the moment of my soon to be son sleeping peacefully in my arms. Soon you'll be safe little Dakota and soon you'll be ours. My burner phone starts to ring, I know its Jared. Before I answer it, I think about what I've learned today about Dakota's life. I looked down at the sleeping angel in my arms. As I flip the phone open, I make my decision, the only one I can make. Fuck Plan A, we're going with Plan B.