PRISON DAD - PART ONE

"You"re in here."

The lad walked through the forbidding doorway. Home. His eyes adjusted to the slightly dim light. The door was slammed shut behind him.

A sparsely furnished space, enough for two staggered beds, a few small items of furniture, a sink, and a small barred window letting in a pitiful amount of daylight. He knew with a sinking certainty he was going to go crazy shut up in here 20 hours a day. But then, he knew that before he got caught.

Beside the furthest bed there was a tall, well-muscled shaven headed man dressed only in boots and jeans doing press ups. As the lad watched, the man began to do it one armed. His working arm bulged, taut. He grunted with each push upwards, switching after ten to repeat with the other arm. Only after a further ten did he stop. He bounded up with surprising swiftness for his size and stood massaging his left arm with his right.

The lad noticed the extensive tattoos adorning both arms, the enormous chest fuzzed with hair, a large scar on the man"s thick neck. Built like a brick shithouse, as they used to say. The man was staring directly at him with an inscrutable expression. It didn"t seem like outright hostility, but the lad wasn"t sure how to read it. After a good ten second pause, the man nodded at the newcomer.

"About time." He pointed at the bed nearest the door. "Yours."

"Right."

Jack was the local neighbourhood tough kid who"d got in with the wrong crowd and out of his depth. Not careful enough. Not experienced enough. That was why he was going to be in here for at least the next two years. Still, he knew enough to know trouble when he saw it, and this guy looked like trouble. He put his stuff on the bed and sat down, took a deep breath. Take it easy, Jack, you ain"t goin nowhere.

The man was back down on the floor now doing another set. The lad watched him cautiously out of curiosity; not much else to look at after all. The man"s measured breathing filled the cell, his broad back beading with sweat. Nine. Ten. Switch. One. Two Three...

"How old are you son?"

Jack jerked back to reality. His eyes had become mesmerised by the up down movement of the chunky torso. He"d barely acknowledged that the man was now resting on his knees, still on all fours, and was facing him again.

"19"

"Thought so. My kid"s nearly that age."

The workout resumed. Crunches now. The man didn"t seem too unfriendly, Jack thought. Gruff, yeah, but that was hardly a surprise. Still, something had lodged itself in his gut the minute their eyes met, and refused to go away. He couldn"t say what it was. He no longer had any private space, and this unnerved him as much as anything. The man was soon back on his feet. He stretched both arms above his head and breathed out loudly, then dropped them again. His sheer physical presence dominated the small room. An uncomfortable silence.

"You work out?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

The man narrowed his eyes and stared. "Show me. 30 push ups." He clicked his fingers and pointed at the floor.

Before he knew it, Jack was on the floor doing as he was told. He hadn"t even thought of saying no, such was the fear which had sunk into his bones ever since he"d stepped into this small room. The adrenaline rush was kinda welcome though. He needed to have something to occupy his mind, after all. Having a mate to work out with wasn"t such a bad idea. It"s what guys did. But above all else he didn"t want to disappoint this man.

He reached the end of the set and sat up, breathing calmly, determined to show he could hack the pace. His arms ached, but he could do plenty more. He was hot now though. He followed the man"s example and took off his T-shirt, throwing it on the bed.

The man was nodding again.

"Not bad. Again."

Jack got down and took his time. The adrenaline was still there, but he had the sense to pace himself. He was fairly fit, though more of an athlete than anything. A good runner. Nowhere to run now though.

The man had got himself a cup of water and stood contemplating the lad"s effort and physique. Not too tall, pale skin, short spiky dark hair, smooth, lean and defined. Probably straight. Ideal. The guvnor had kept his promise after all. He drained the cup.

The lad finished and moved back to sit on his heels, looking up expectantly. Cute. His face looked young for 19, more like 16, thought the man.

"OK. That"ll do for now."

Jack slowly stood up and rubbed his arms. "I"m Jack, by the way".

The man stared right through him again. Silence.

"Don"t care for names much."

The lad feared he had made a big mistake without realising it. The fear resurfaced.

"Oh. Right. Sure."

Silence.

"The others call me Sike. But you... You can call me dad."

Now THAT was fucking weird. But trouble was staring him right in the face, and the guy certainly wasn"t joking. Just do what he says, Jack. Just do what he says.

"Right."

Nothing further was said for several hours. The man carried on his workout a while. Jack lay down on his bed and tried to take stock of his situation. He must have drifted off at some point. The first night drew in.

There were several hours of respite outside. Food, echoing banter, fierce unfriendly faces everywhere. A fight brewed from nowhere between a white guy and a black guy, broken up by three burly officers. He took it all in: calm, cautious, ready to laugh at the vicious jokes, no emotion, mind on edge, trusting no-one. He got to play some pool for a short while with some other lads near to his age, but before too long he was trudging back to his cell.

His cell-mate wasn"t there, but followed him in less than twenty seconds later. The man pulled off his T-shirt to reveal his well-exercised tank of a torso once more and flung himself down on his bed. He pulled out a motorbike mag from a pile underneath and began to read. Jack hadn"t brought anything to read, but did have a pack of cards which he shuffled through while sat staring into space. He stole a few glances of his intimidating cell mate. Time passed.

"I"ll give you a game."

Jack looked over to see the man staring right through him again.

"Sure..." - only the slightest pause - "dad." He almost laughed at how easy it was. All the rules had changed now. Another life.

The man cocked his head slightly. "Want something stronger to drink?"

"What, the hard stuff?"

"Got a supplier."

Well, that was a turn up and no mistake. Jack needed a drink more than just about anything. The man produced a bottle of indecipherably labelled vodka from behind his bed and proceeded to pour a large measure into both plastic cups, handing one over.

"Thanks." The lad eagerly took a swig. Savoured it, breathed the fumes out and broke into a broad grin. The man grinned back at him.

"Fuck me that"s good. I needed that."

"Thought you might."

They played rummy on the one small side table in the room, dragged to Jack"s bed along with the only chair. This the man sat on, reclined, legs wide. Jack managed OK to start with, but increasingly began to lose, much to his annoyance. His cup was refilled.

"Ah, what a fucking fuck. I"m usually better than this. You ever done this for a living?"

"Nah. Just my lucky day."

They continued for some time, saying nothing much. Jack finally managed to claw back some dignity by winning a few hands. Then out of nowhere:

"You wanna know why I"ve told you to call me dad?"

The man was looking up at the lad while still hunched over the table, like he was ready to strike. Jack, buzzed up now on the alcohol, nodded.

"It"s cos I"m gonna protect you. Without that, you"ll get your pretty little face rearranged within the next week or so, I can guarantee it. Maybe worse. I know this place, been here six years. What you got to realise is, my word goes. I say no one lays a fucking finger on you, that"s how it is. Simple. They know better than to mess with Sike."

The man reclined now on his chair, cards still in one hand and thumb of the other hooked in his jeans pocket. He stared. Jack didn"t know how to respond. Sounded good. So that meant there had to be a catch.

"But I ain"t doin it for fuckin free, son. You"re gonna give me something back for that protection."

Of course.

"Sure, but... I ain"t got no money."

"Ain"t talkin bout money."

Silence. Distant shouting from somewhere else in the building.

"So what then?"

"Right. One, you"re gonna help with my business activities: stuff needs to get passed around. Know what I mean? I"ll cut you in some. Two, you"re gonna work out with me and massage me if I"m feeling tight. My shoulders are kinda bad right now. Three, you"re gonna suck my dick at least once a day, maybe more if I"m feelin horny."

This was all said in such a matter fact way, that Jack could barely believe the last bit. He hadn"t just said that, had he? Had he? He stumbled over his reply, feeling sure he was blushing.

"The first two are fine, dad... Er... Business. Yeah. You just tell me what I need to do and I"ll do it. Whatever you want. Be cool to work out with you too, and all that stuff. But... But I ain"t gay, y"know. I don"t suck dick. I don"t..."

Another uncomfortable silence. The man stared impassively at him and put down his cards. He emptied his cup of vodka in one sharp swallow and slammed the cup down on the table; proceeded to pour out another measure, still saying nothing.

"I don"t look gay, do I?" Jack was almost pleading now. He knew he was on a slippery slope here. Down. Down. The man suddenly broke into a short knowing laugh under his breath and gave a lopsided smile.

"Course you don"t, kiddo. Listen, you ain"t, I ain"t. Don"t mean shit in here. Six years banged up has taught me to take it where I can get it. So... I"m gonna teach you how everything works, and keep you safe, and you"re gonna, well, help me out. Simple."

Silence again. The lad stared as if he still didn"t understand. The man put his cards on the table and quickly leaned forward to roughly grab the lad"s chin in one meaty hand. He brought his own face up close, snarling and fierce.

"It"s a fuckin generous offer, son, believe me. You don"t want to get on the losing side in this place. Ain"t a gay thing, it"s a power thing. I"m gonna own you, OK?"

He let go and sat back in his chair. Jack rubbed his jaw and looked at him. He knew there was no way out of this one. Fight the guy? Ha, what a joke. They"d be scraping him off the walls. The thug had him over a barrel alright. Why had they put him in here with him?

"Deal?"

Sucking a man"s dick... No, Sucking his DAD"S dick. Fuck this was twisted. He"d beaten up a gay boy once at school and laughed about it with his mates for weeks. Now look where he was. Adrenaline rush and cornered. He couldn"t speak.

"Deal?"

The man lightly thumbed the head of his dick through his jeans pocket. He had him. He could tell by the lad"s body language that he was going to give in without too much of a fight. Sweet. His dick had been kept waiting long enough

Jack looked again at the menacing figure barely a metre or two away and couldn"t hold the sheer force of the man"s stare. He looked down. Trouble wasn"t the half of it. He could feel his heart pounding. This was a test, he thought. That"s all. A test. Different rules. He"d have to get through it somehow. The words fell out of him.

"OK, dad. Whatever you want."

He looked back up to see a grin and a glint in the man"s eyes.

"That"s my boy." He picked up his cards again, keeping his eyes fixed on the lad. "Your turn."

Jack returned to the game, barely able to concentrate. He could see the man"s wide open legs. He imagined himself crouched down with stiff meat pushing past his lips... Sucking on it... His head swam with the expectation and he lost another hand. He swigged more vodka. They played on for a while. July, already. The room was oppressively hot. He removed his T-shirt. The man watched him intently, lust hanging in the air between.

"Wanna see some porn?"

The man wasn"t totally heartless. He knew the kid would cope better first time round if he was already turned on as well as tipsy. As for next time... Well, tomorrow was another day.

"Yeah, whatcha got?"

The man walked over to his bed and out came a well thumbed magazine from the pile under it. He tossed it over. Jack caught the offering, put his cards down and sat further back on the bed, resting his upper back against the wall. He opened at random, finding a sexy young blonde spreadeagled with her fingers in her pussy and licking her lips. Fuck. He felt his dick stir immediately into action. He turned the page to another picture of her on all fours displaying her pert behind. His hand moved to gently rub his dick through his jeans and his mouth fell lightly open. He turned to yet another page. This time, with eyes to camera, it was a close up of her face, mouth clasped around some guy"s veiny dick. He rubbed himself harder and lightly moaned.

The man watched him, still gently caressing his meat through the pocket lining. He was seriously enjoying this build up.

"Show me that" he ordered. Jack showed him the picture. "Oh yeah, that one. One of my favourites that. Real nice."

Jack focussed hard on the picture again, the pretty face being violated. Either she was fairly petite or that was one monster dick she was taking.

All the tension that had been building since he"d arrived was being slowly relieved by his arousal. Look at it, Jack. Drink that beauty in. She was getting what she deserved, and she loved it. The horny youngster felt the porn and alcohol pushing insistently at his inhibitions. He knew where this was all leading and wasn"t gonna pretend otherwise. He just had to let himself go with the flow. No point fighting.

"Reeeeal nice..."

The man"s voice was leading him on. The more he stared at the magazine, the more it seemed like the fantasy there on the page was teasing him, daring him to try it. How hard could it be? If she could do it, he could do it. Simple. Mouth on dick. Nothing complicated. No one else was ever gonna know. His dick was hard now and he wanted to start jerking it. Horny and 19, it all came easily enough.

"Sure is hot, dad. Big fuckin dick she"s suckin too."

"Yeahhh. Nearly as fucking big as yer old man"s."

The man was well turned on now and could feel his meat firming up nicely in his jeans. He eyed the lad"s desire flushed face, the slightly open mouth, the glazed eyes, the barest hint of a few days gone without shaving on otherwise smooth skin. Those soft lips were gonna feel reeeeal nice. The lad looked at him in genuine surprise.

"Serious? You"re bigger than that? No waaaay."

Jitters swept through the Jack"s stomach. Was this going to be more than he could handle? Only one way to find out. He was warming to his role now. To the inevitable.

"You bet I am, son. Want me to prove it?"

The lad looked warily at the topless tough guy and the studied undercurrent of violence lurking in his expression. The shaved head, broad shoulders, massive biceps, tattoos, well-rounded pecs, widespread chest fuzz tapering down... A proper straight bloke, no messin. You wouldn"t pick a fight with him on a Friday night unless you were mental. Twice his age at least. Certainly old enough to be his dad for real. His hand pressed again at his dick through his jeans. Maybe he did want it.

"Yeah. Prove it to me dad."

The muscle man lazily unzipped himself, staring hard at the lad as he did so. Jack, scared and excited at what was happening, could only look on disbelievingly on as the fearsome shaft was revealed from within the scruffy jeans. It was a powerful weapon alright: a thick, straight cylinder of veiny muscle from top to bottom, more than eight inches long, maybe nine, at least as big as any Jack had seen before in porn clips. A rough, scarred hand aimed it toward him, lightly stroking it as it neared full hardness.

"What do ya think of that then, son? Is yer old man a stud or what?"

"Fuck me. You weren"t kiddin were you? That"s massive."

Jack stared at the monster rod, still absent-mindedly pressing his own dick through his jeans. He was truly taken aback by the size, though it was admittedly in proportion to the big guy who owned it. He glanced again at the magazine and the woman excitedly sucking the huge dick there. His turn now. Fuckin hell. Feverish anticipation swept through him. He was powerless to resist the beast awaiting him. He rubbed his jeans some more. Different rules. Better learn quick, Jack.

"You wanna take a closer look?"

"Can I, Dad?"

"Course you can, son. On yer knees."

The man moved his chair slightly away from the table. He was ready for action now, but he wanted to draw the moment out. He was enjoying seeing the kid get into the roleplay.

Jack put the magazine aside and did as he was told. He slid off the bed on to the floor, strange contradictory feelings welling up inside as he took pole position. He knew this wasn"t right, knew he was no homo. In the outside world he would be screaming blue murder. But here all choice had been taken away, and he was buzzed by that. A reckless, crazy part of him wanted this all to happen, wanted to let this brutal man assert authority over him, wanted the assault. The alcohol charged through his bloodstream. No doubt about it, he was still fucking turned on.

"Wow. Look at that motherfucker. Bet you"ve made a few women scream with that thing."

"Too fuckin right I have." The man continued to stroke the chunky member. Jack edged a little closer, mesmerized, heart beating wildly. Was this a dream or a nightmare? He couldn"t tell.

"Can I touch it, dad?"

He was trying to play innocent, thinking this was what the man wanted. He was right.

"Yeahhhh. I"d like that."

The man let go and Jack reached out to grip the thick member. Fuck, the size of it. This was mental. It was rock hard now and the man groaned deeply as the lad slowly began to slip his hand back and forth. He felt the monster surge beneath his hand.

"Yeahhhh, that"s the way. Gettin yer old man worked up a treat."

The man spat hard into his right hand and brought the spit down to lubricate the shaft under his son"s grip. He repeated the action. The young man"s hand began to move more freely over the rigid tool.

"It"s so fuckin big dad. So fuckin big..." The awe in Jack"s voice was unmistakeable. "Does that feel good?""

"Mmm-hmmm. You just keep doin that, kid. Yer dad likes that." A pause. "Something he"d like even more though."

Jack edged forward again ever so slightly. The thick meat was now a few inches from his face: head flared, fully hard, ready for action. Here we fuckin well go...

"Look at me."

Jack let his hand drop as the man"s rough right hand firmly tilted his chin upwards and their eyes met. Hefty jaw, shaved head, thick scarred neck. The man gazed down at the horny scene with mounting excitement; he was gonna fuckin give it to him so good. The left hand took Jack"s head and gently but firmly brought it forwards until the lad felt warm moist flesh pressing lightly against his lips.

"You know what yer dad really wants, don"tcha?"

Jack nodded.

"Yeahhhhhh. I"m gonna feed it to yer, son. You"re gonna swallow your dad"s tasty fuckin load. How about that?"

The boy"s heart beat faster still. His dad was a mean fucker, alright. Time to submit.

"Oh yeah. Please, dad."

He let his mouth hang slightly open and with his eyes locked upwards on the man"s face, felt himself being pushed on to the smooth shiny head. Fuck. He instinctively tongued all around to moisten it - he somehow knew that was the right thing to do - and tasted the sticky juice. The strange sweet and salty flavour of pre-cum assailed his senses. The man above him groaned deeply and Jack"s mind spiralled wildly into unknown territory. He was actually sucking a man"s dick. Fuck. It was in his mouth.

"Awwww, fuck. Now you"re talkin, son! This is gonna be so fuckin good."

The man let his conquest take a moment to adjust. He swigged more vodka. The sight of his hard mature meat penetrating the kneeling lad"s face had been well worth waiting for. The kid was straight alright; wide-eyed and innocent, just like that girl. He let out a loud animal grunt which seemed to reverberate right down into Jack"s head. He was the man here, and he was in control.

The lad now looked straight ahead as he began to move backward and forward on it of his own accord, urgently trying to make it slick with his saliva. His mouth was stretched wide and tight over the glistening skin. He sucked like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. He looked back up to its owner to check he was doing it right; he didn"t want to make any mistakes.

The horny porn image was still there in Jack"s head: straight man dick sliding into willing female mouth. But now it was his mouth and the image couldn"t match the power of the reality. The taste, the smell, the strange intensity of what he was doing was sending him down a dark road he"d never dreamed of travelling before. He was far from safety, being sexually taken by a well-hard straight man in prison; he felt weak and vulnerable, his neighbourhood terrorising a distant memory. The pressure on the back of his head now forced the meat deeper still and the man began to speak his thoughts aloud.

"Mmmmm. Yeahhh. You"re doin just fine, son... You like that? You like yer dad"s big dick?"

Jack moaned, overwhelmed. He was getting into a steady rhythm now.

"You know what, son? You may be straight, but your mouth is a perfect fit. A perfect fucking fit. Think we might be made for each other, know what I"m sayin? Think your mouth was just made to suck my fuckin dick. What d"ya reckon?"

This thought went round and round Jack"s head, feeding his horny confusion. Maybe this was fate. Maybe that was why he was really here. He looked up at the reclined figure again; saw the wide, fuzzy chest, the powerful arm stretched out to hold his head in place; saw his life in the cell stretching out before him, month after month after month. He was getting what he deserved. He nodded.

"We"re gonna do this every day from now on, son. Every fuckin day. Maybe morning and night if you"re good."

The lad nodded again, senses overpowered by the domination of strong male sex. Every day. Twice a day. Fuck. He"d better get used to it.

"Just think, all this time yer father"s meat been here waiting for you... And you never knew. Well, I always knew this day would come. Yeah, I knew. You better believe it now. I"m gonna look after you, son. You keep doin this every day, dad"s gonna look after you. Fuck yeah."

Jack moaned again. That deep voice had him hooked now, it was reeling him in. What had started as roleplay was becoming slowly more real. His dad was gonna protect him. That was what he really wanted.

"Suck that dick. That"s the way. Yeah. Suck it. You"re a fuckin natural, son. You love it. Think you can take it all?"

The man sat up on the edge of the chair and gradually pushed his full length in, pulling the lad"s head down. Jack instinctively opened his throat so as not to gag, his nose nestling into the zip fly and the wiry hairs sticking out. He was trapped there and could barely breathe. The huge shaft had taken over his mouth completely, searching it"s way down into his unprotected throat. A deep grunt of pleasure came from above as he was held there a while. He breathed in the ripe smell of the man"s unwashed crotch and the hidden nutsack within.

"Yeahhhhhhh, that"s right. All the fuckin way, son." The man was impressed that the boy hadn"t gagged. Raw talent. This was obviously meant to be.

The slick action resumed, young lips smoothly riding up and down. The thick tool bulged with obscene vitality. Out. In. Out. In. Jack"s tongue flicked over it again and again More manly salty sweetness to puzzle his taste buds; he"d never tasted his own, after all (that would have been so gay). The more he got of it, the more he wanted. He rested one hand on the man"s chunky right leg and with the other fumbled open his own zip to reach within. His dick ached for release.

"Fuckin hell, you are enjoying that aren"tcha? Think you"ve must"ve always wanted to suck yer dad"s dick, huh? You just never knew it. How about that?

Another nod from below. Jack had never known his real father, and there hadn"t been any decent substitutes along the way. The significance of that in relation to what he was now doing suddenly connected in his young horny mind like an electric shock. His dick surged in recognition. Years and years of hoping his dad would come back. Maybe one day, she"d always said, maybe one day. And now he was here. He needed his dad so much. He was gonna do whatever it took to make him happy. He"d be a good boy.

The man stood up to take the final lap, knees slightly bent, his mighty shaft now beginning to pummel the young man"s face without mercy. Eager lips, stretched wide, clamped tight around it, urging the climax ever nearer. The lad moaned and squeezed both his dick and the man"s heavily muscled thigh. This was extreme. His face was gonna get pulverized.

"Yeahhh. Take that motherfucker. Yeahhhhhh. So damn good. You wanna taste yer dad"s cum, don"tcha? You wanna drink it all up?"

Jack moaned once more and nodded vigorously as his dad"s thick meat was driven relentlessly into him again and again. This was where it was all leading: to that sticky white seed, the first ever mouthful of thick creamy juice from his dad. Nothing else in the world mattered now. He was taking it good and proper, lips nigh on numb, jaw aching. The older man licked his lips in anticipation and put his other hand behind the lad"s head as he began the final assault. Waves of pleasure. Closing in.

"Well, don"t you worry, kiddo, it"s comin. Yeah, it"s comin. Daddy"s gonna feed it to yer reeeeal soon."

The man gazed down with visceral pleasure as his massive dick violently rammed the lad"s tender mouth. What an amazing fuckin fuck. One of the best ever. Maybe the best ever. A dad fucking his son"s face. Showing him who was in charge, showing him how he had come to be. The power of the idea possessed him completely: he"d thought about it for years but the time had never been right. Now it was.

"Fuck yeaaahhh. Almost there, son. You ready for yer dad"s load? ? It"s comin atcha..."

The lad gazed in drunken amazement at the straight veiny piston slamming into him. The moment of truth. He gripped harder. He saw the rough hairy stomach above the well worn jeans, the hairs poking through the gaping zip, the tough guy"s rigid weapon ready to shoot... Dirty. Brutal. Masculine. The thought of his dad"s spunk being forcefed to him was turning him on so much now he was nearly ready to cum himself. He rubbed his aching dick inside his trousers with quiet fury. He was gonna be doin this every fuckin day. Unreal.

The man knew he was right on the edge. He was all animal now, wild with lust, breathing heavily, speed increasing. His rock hard meat surged.

"Oh yeahhh. Oh yeahhhh. It"s comin now. Gonna shoot it in yer."

Jack moaned and squeezed the meat in his boxers with frantic excitement.

"FUUUUUCK. I"m comin, son. I"m comin."

The man felt his balls tighten and the juice begin to flow. Perfection. His eyes closed and he gave a loud guttural grunt. He gripped the lad"s head tighter still, wanting to catch every last ounce of sensation.

"Uuurrrggghhhhhhh..."

And fire. The man"s deep groan surrounded and possessed the boy. Jack gazed in horny desperation as the hard snake of thrusting muscled desire pulsed between his lips. Fuck. So hard and so hot. This was really it. His dad"s rough, scarred hands held his head firm as the warm, salty sweet fluid shot out from within. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck yeeeeaaahhhh.

The first blast went straight to the back of his throat with force, the rest spurted out over his waiting tongue, thick slimy manjuice gradually filling his young mouth for the first time. Jack couldn"t believe just how much there was. Fuckin amazin. Fuckin a-ma-zin. He savoured the taste of his dad"s spunk, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. The strong pungent taste seared itself into his memory. His dad was a real man. His dad was a real hard fucker. His dad was giving it to him.

Almost without realising it, he crossed the line himself, moaning in ecstasy as he pumped his load out under the hand still stuck inside his trousers. He involuntarily swallowed some of the accumulating gunk swimming around his mouth even as his own was spurting into his boxers. Spunk in, spunk out. The assault on his mouth subsided. He swallowed some more of his dad"s seed and felt it coating his throat.

The man opened his eyes and gazed down at his still pulsing member lodged firmly between his son"s smooth lips. The kid had actually taken it all. Fuck yeah. That was hot. He carefully sat back down on the chair and reclined as before, releasing the lad"s head from his iron grip. Jack continued sucking the remaining juice from its source, wanting to make sure none was missed. A lazy hand stroked the lad"s head and the big man breathed out deeply. He nodded at the boy.

"Fuckin hell, son. You did me proud there. Fucking good that was." He reached down to take another swig of vodka from the cup. "Your mouth was just made for my dick. No two ways about it."

Jack was still engrossed with his task. He knew just where he belonged. This was home now. He carried on gently sucking the engorged head of the temporarily sated monster. Still some cum slowly emerging from the tip; his tongue lapped it up. As he did so, he stared up into the rugged stubbled face above. It was true: this was the perfect fit. It felt so good being there in his mouth.

The man locked eyes with his newly found boy and continued to stroke the short spiky hair, watching with deep, quiet satisfaction as the eager tongue finished up its tour of duty. So young and cute. He was gonna fuckin feed it to him every day. He could well imagine taking things another stage before too long, something he"d vowed he never would with anyone. But then rules were made to be broken. It seemed inevitable somehow. The porn and alcohol would do the trick, he thought. He grinned.

"Got a taste for it now, huh? Well, that"s just for starters. Plenty fuckin more where that came from. You"re gonna get it."

The lad stared with a mixture of awe and submissive respect into the eyes of the tough guy who now owned him, just as he sucked the last few remaining drops of cum out. The man"s satisfied grin was reassuring. Jack knew he only had to do what he was told and life would be good. The thought of being made to service his hard dad over and over again had lit a lustful flame deep within his skull. The snarled words came back to him: it"s not a gay thing, it"s a power thing... Too fuckin right. He felt his dick tingle in his cum-soaked boxers.

He finally let go and sat back on his heels, looking at the softening monster in dreamy, drunken contemplation. No wonder it had made women scream - imagine getting fucked by that thing, Jack. Straight male domination. The man looked at him, somehow sensing that their minds were in sync.

"It"s the real deal, son. Just you and me now."

Jack felt warm and wanted. He was gonna be taken care of alright; the spunk in his gut was proof of that. He looked up again at the muscular figure.

"Sure thing, dad. You and me."p>

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PRISON DAD - PART TWO

Jack awoke. A bang and a shout in the distance, then silence. Where the hell was he?

After a brief moment of confusion he remembered, along with the events of the night before. Prison. Fuck. It was all real. He was lying on his side in bed facing the grey wall, dick semi-hard from sleep inside his boxers, the fabric slightly crunchy with dried cum. He reached down to stroke himself and tried to make sense of the angry conflict immediately rushing around his head.

He wasn"t fuckin gay, no way. He just wasn"t. He could easily call on any number of straight porno clips in his head to fire himself up, and he"d certainly never looked at a guy in a sexual way before, except for when there was a woman there getting boned, obviously... So why the fuck had he enjoyed being used? Gladly swallowed that mouthful of cum? It made no fuckin sense. NO fuckin sense at all. Musta been the vodka. Musta been. He"d been well out of his head.

He thought about this place and the way he"d been so cocky about it all beforehand... Remembered laughing with his mate Carl that it"d be like going on a free holiday. No big deal, mate, no big deal! Huh. The reality was very different. The realisation had come too late that he couldn"t play with the big boys. Now he was stuck. He wondered if Carl, wherever he was, was enduring a similar fate; pictured his best mate struggling as some guy"s massive dick forced it"s way in his mouth. He stroked himself some more to shut out the bad thoughts and felt the warm glow spread out from his crotch.

This Sike guy sure was a scary fucker. Not one to cross, deffo. Looked like an ex-cage fighter or something. A shiver ran through him: he was gonna do whatever it took to keep in line. Whatever it took. Couldn"t afford not to or he"d get mashed up real bad. He wondered if he really was gonna have to suck that meat every single day like he"d been promised... The bloke was seriously fucking hung, he thought admiringly. Lucky bastard. Think of all that cum, Jack... He squeezed his dick again. So wrong, so wrong. But his mouth was dry with anticipation. The dad/son roleplay once again hotwired his young horny mind. He wanted to please his dad. He wanted to...

There was the sound of movement from the other bed, footsteps and then the sound of pissing in the sink. Jack rolled quietly on to his back and let his dick go, tilting his head up a fraction to see the tall, naked well-muscled figure standing in shadow at the back of the cell. The man was scratching his fuzzy chest and yawning, casually holding his lengthy member steady over the lip of the sink. There it was. Jack looked back at the ceiling again and shut his eyes, fearing he would be caught watching. He wasn"t fuckin gay.

The man slowly finished and shook the remaining drops out. He was thinking about last night too. Fuckin ace. The guvnor had really hit the bullseye. Some kind of gratitude would have to be shown so he"d better make sure the next deal was extra sweet. He turned to look at the sleeping lad. Time for some more fun.

"Wakey wakey, son. Time for breakfast."

The man stood in the middle of the cell and stood, arms folded, watching. He was gonna stamp his authority proper; no slow build up this time. Jack faked waking up and made eye contact, forced a grin.

"Morning Dad."

The man didn"t smile. He looked like he was well angry about something, and his bulky tattooed biceps seemed to Jack even more threatening and fearsome with arms folded. His eyes narrowed.

"I"ll count to ten, son, and if you ain"t got your gob on my dick by then I"m gonna come over there and make you fuckin choke on it. Got that? One. Two."

Jack stared incomprehendingly, a rabbit in the headlights. What? Right now?

"Three. Four."

With a sudden rush of adrenaline to jolt him out of his usual morning laziness, the lad pushed the cover away and half fell out of bed in the rush to get up, scuffing a knee in the process. His vision swam as he steadied himself on the floor and tried to shake the sleep out of his head. The man eyed the smooth, lean youngster exposed on all fours and licked his lips. Nice.

"Five."

Without standing up, Jack crawled over to where the man stood, his eyes fixed on the goal.

"Six. Seven."

This was the first time he"d seen his dad completely naked, head on: the wide, chunky legs planted firm; a dark fuzz of wiry pubic hair framing the man"s dangling meaty snake, head concealed in its near-soft state; the large nutsack lurking behind. The sight scared and thrilled him. Admit it Jack, this is what you wanted. Now here it is: ya daddy"s fat juicy dick. Fuck. He felt weirdly lightheaded.

"Eight."

The man watched him, outwardly impassive, but enjoying the moment immensely. His young straight cell-mate"s face was fixed on his tackle like some kinda crazed puppy. He had him alright. He was gonna feed it to him night and day.

"Nine."

No time to think, the lad leaned forward and took the entire thing into his gob, nestling his face deep into the wiry fuzz. He breathed in the heady scent of that unwashed crotch once more: the smell of his mean n muscly dad. There had been the faint sharp taste of something as the monster dick slid over his tongue - piss? An involuntary shudder at the thought. The thick cylinder lay heavy, easily reaching the back of his mouth even soft. He sucked gently to moisten it up and the beast stirred. Unreal. Was this really what you wanted Jack? No. You sure about that?

The man ran his fingers through the short, dark hair and held the back of the lad"s head firmly in place. So good. He loved being in control.

"That"s the way. A bit slow gettin there, but you"re learnin. Don"t keep me waitin next time."

The confused lad tried to look up the solid, hairy torso, past the bulge of the man"s pecs. The man relaxed his grip very slightly and their eyes locked. Jack felt so small by comparison. The veiny snake was swelling, stretching his inexperienced mouth wider and pushing the emerging head deeper. Jack felt it grow and tried to relax his throat to accommodate. Last night it had seemed easier to take with the buzz of alcohol and porn gradually working their magic. Going full on so quickly now was proving more difficult. He should have been quicker out of bed to service his dad, he realised with remorse. He"d get whatever he deserved. The man nodded at him.

"You just hold it there and make it nice n wet, son. Feel yer dad gettin it hard for yer. Mmmm... This is gonna be fuckin good, I promise."

The man looked down at the soft lips encircling his mature meat right at the base, at the lad"s sexy, smooth skin. What a fuckin horny sight. He"d almost forgotten what it was like being with a girl, though the porn kept reminding him, but this was surely as good as it was ever gonna get in here... Man, this was FUCKIN GOOD! Dominating a cute straight lad came easily to him: same rules as the other, just rougher. The kid was certainly tough enough to take it; wouldn"t be much fun if he wasn"t. He thought briefly of his own son who he"d not seen for well over ten years. What the hell would he look like now? Something like this, maybe?

His aroused manhood pressed deeper and wider still. Jack gagged for a moment but managed to bring the reflex under control, focussing attention back down to the man"s crotch, trying for an easier angle. The man very slowly began to hump his son"s face with steady, unforgiving force. The lad gripped his dad"s firm, hairy legs for reassurance as he sought to keep the gag reflex at bay.

"Yeahhhh. You fuckin take that nice n deep, son. Nice n deep. This is what it"s all about. When yer old man wants something, he gets it, know what I"m sayin?"

Jack moaned and nodded eagerly as he watched the thick shaft being plunged repeatedly in. His well-hard dad was giving it to him all over again, just like he"d said he would. It was really fuckin happenin. That thick meaty weapon slamming into his mouth; the grim reality of prison. He felt utterly powerless. Desperate. Horny. A door slammed in the distance somewhere.

"Feelin real good, kiddo. Reeeeeal good. My dick was just made to fuck your mouth. You want another load of yer dad"s tasty cum, don"tcha?"

Another moan and nod from below. Jack"s own dick stiffened some more in his crunchy boxers. He felt dirty and alive. His jaw ached already. The man was working up the speed now, fucking his son"s face with serious intent. The lad kept his lips tightly encircled around the fleshy torpedo, willing the maximum pleasure for his mean dad, wanting the creamy juice to blast out and fill his gob as soon as possible.

"Fuckin take it, son. You know you want it. You fuckin take it." The man nearly spat the words out.

Jack began to struggle under the increasingly aggressive onslaught, every inch of the monster dick now ramming his throat mercilessly. His tough-nut dad was fucking his face like an animal. This was really happenin. Gotta take it... Somehow. A rough restraining hand kept his head locked in place. No escape, Jack. Was this really what you wanted? He gripped the hairy legs even harder thinking he might pass out. Please dad, please...

Unexpectedly, the man stopped his assault and moved slightly back to remove his erect manhood. It glistened with saliva in the dim morning light, fully aroused and dangerous. Jack, dumbstruck, stared in exhausted amazement at his dad"s slick meat. So fuckin intense. Hands free once more, he absent-mindedly rubbed himself through his boxers, his dick jerking in satisfaction at the attention. Yeah, that felt good. He looked up at the shaven headed muscle man towering over him, saw the menacing expression on the rough stubbled face, the thick scarred neck, the brute strength in those tattooed arms, the huge breadth of the man"s firm, hairy chest... Sheer rock-hard masculinity. Submit, Jack, submit.

"Lick it, son. All of it."

Jack, still looking up at his dad, started to do as he was told, casting his tongue all around the shiny engorged head. The man nodded approvingly at what seemed to be a pleading expression on the lad"s face for affirmation that he was doing it right. The mighty shaft jerked as his tongue reached the sensitive underside, a wordless rumble of pleasure emanating from above. The lad worked his way down one side in a frenzy, under and back up the other. The size of the fucking thing. His dad was a proper man.

"Mmmm... You like the taste of yer dad"s meat, don"tcha?"

Jack paused, a trail of saliva hanging from his open mouth on to the rigid tool. "Fuckin amazin" he muttered. He resumed his task from hairy base to shiny head, reaching up to steady it with his hand as his tongue and lips did their duty.

The man stared with intense satisfaction. He could see the lad was loving it now, worshipping his dad"s hard meat as only a son could. He clenched his fists and admired his own well-worked out body. Yeah. He was the fuckin man. The lad looked up, awaiting further instruction.

"Do me nuts..."

Eagerly obeying, the lad gripped the solid tree-trunk legs once more and thrust his face to the underside of the man"s crotch. The heady masculine scent again filled his nostrils, his tongue now working overtime on the hairy sacks. He caught the groove between balls and thigh and there was a grunt of pleasure from above. He repeated the action, eager to please his dad, pushing his tongue deeper still into the sweaty gap, and going for the other side likewise. His smooth face was soon covered with crotch sweat and his own saliva.

"Yeahhhhh, that"s the way, son. That"s the fuckin way."

The man began to wank his dick as the lad continued to tongue around his balls. Jack imagined the spunk there ready so close to his tongue. He lapped away urgently, his entire field of vision filled with male sex. The animal heat engulfed his face.

"Fuck yeahhhh. You do that just right. Gettin me hot now, kiddo."

The man continued to pleasure himself as the teenager nuzzled into his nuts. The kid really was into it. Too into it, perhaps... Maybe he wasn"t straight after all? Hmmm. That wouldn"t do. Gazing down through an angry red mist of dominating lust, he roughly pushed Jack"s head away from nut duty and back to the head of his fearsome fuck muscle, released once more from his iron grip to target the lad"s face.

"You want some more, son? You fuckin want some more?"

"Yeah. Please Dad." The lad was transfixed by his dad"s mighty tool, imagining the damage it was gonna do to him.

"Fuckin tell me then. What do you want?"

Jack paused. It was one thing going with the flow and letting his dad tell him what to do, it was another thing entirely to admit out loud that he wanted it. He just wanted to please his dad. He mumbled, embarrassed.

"Wanna suck yer dick, dad."

"Speak up, son."

"Wanna suck yer fat juicy dick, dad."

"Uh-huh. And?"

"Wanna taste yer cum again."

The lad looked as confused as he felt. He didn"t really want those things. Or did he? His whole sense of identity was being crushed. He wanted his dad.

The man sensed the teenager"s discomfort and belatedly remembered the hungry glow in the teenager"s eyes when he"d been handed the porn mag, the immediate boner in the lad"s boxers at the sight of some tits and pussy. Hmmmm. OK. So he was straight. Just VERY keen to please. That was fair enough. All the same, he fancied some sport...

"Sure you"re not a homo, son?"

Startled, the boy looked up. Another wave of shame ran through him. He had to deny it - it wasn"t true.

"I ain"t fuckin gay, dad. No way."

"So why"dya want it then, huh? Huh?" The threat in the voice was unmistakable.

Jack"s mouth went completely dry and fear gripped him. This didn"t make any sense. He"d been forced into it. It wasn"t his fault. His dick softened in terror and the vulnerability of his position made his stomach lurch.

"I - I don"t..."

"You wanna suck my motherfuckin dick, don"t you? You just said so. Don"t fuckin lie to me, son."

Jack looked back at the monster tool hanging there in front of face, taunting him. He had to admit defeat; he wanted it in his mouth again. He nodded slowly and mumbled .

"Sorry dad. Tastes good." Fuckin homo. He waited for a kick or a punch. But the man had other ideas.

"Right. Maybe you want more than that then, huh?" A pause. Jack froze. "You know what I think, son?" Another pause. "I think you wanna get fucked by yer old man. I think you wanna take it like that hot bitch in the magazine."

The lad"s heart raced, fear and desire merging so that he no longer knew which was which. Get fucked by his dad? Yeahhhhh. His imagination ran wild and hot for a moment over forbidden territory. Really doin it, Jack... Getting forcefucked by yer tough-nut dad... Real dirty, like.

"You wanna go all the way with me?"

The man"s question hung in the air unanswered. Jack stared at the enormous veiny weapon in front of his face. Imagined it sliding in... Deep... The muscular arms pinning him down... Total submission. His dad boning him like he was a sexy hot bitch. Fuck. Fuck. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, his dick stood to attention once more. The sheer brutal possibility of it overwhelmed him. Going all the way with his dad...

"If you fuckin want it you"ll fuckin get it, son. DO YOU FUCKIN WANT SOME?" The man"s snarled words hit the lad full on.

What the hell are you thinking, Jack? Crazy shit. You can"t take that thing - you"ll be ripped apart. But... But... It"d be amazin, wouldn"t it? Wouldn"t it? The lad desperately wanted to admit his dark curiosity, to let his dad do him, but the fear proved too strong. He looked up in trepidation.

"Just want to do what I"m told, dad. I"ll... I"ll do what you tell me."

The man stared, then relented. The teenager looked so lost and cute all of a sudden, even his loveless heart couldn"t resist. Give him a break Sike, he"s only been here a day. The fuck can fuckin wait. Plenty of opportunity ahead. Porn and booze to break down the barriers... You"ll have him beggin for it in a few weeks. He grinned at the boy.

"I know that, son - just playin with yer. You keep on doin what you"re told. Yer dad"ll look after yer. Ain"t a gay thing, like I said."

He ruffled the boy"s hair. Jack visibly relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank fuck for that! His dad believed him after all. The man moved over to his bed and sat on the edge, upper body reclined to rest on his elbows, legs splayed. Easy and confident. He gestured at the lad and pointed at the floor in front of him.

"Over ere. We ain"t done yet."

Jack padded over on all fours, settling between his dad"s hairy legs with renewed excitement. He was gonna get fed now, he felt sure of it. Yeahhhh. His dad was really gonna give it to him. Was he gonna get his face pounded again, he wondered... He wasn"t sure how much of that he could take in one session. He eyed up the show of raw strength there before him: such a hard fucker. His heart beat faster and he waited for instruction.

"You done good so far, kid. Time for yer reward..." The man gave him a cocky half-grin and a small unfriendly chuckle, pointing his hard meat outwards. The young lad stroked his own straight stiff meat through the damp fabric of his boxers and bit his lip with anticipation. There it is, Jack. Yer dad"s fat juicy dick. You want it now, don"tcha?

"Come on, get stuck in, son!"

Jack watched the man"s expression as he slid the shiny head between his lips once more. Fuck. This was the real deal. He sucked eagerly, making the action smooth, slick and rhythmic. The look of satisfaction on his dad"s face sent a thrill up and down his spine. He was doin it right.

"Uggghhhh. Now you"re doin it, boy. Now you"re really doin it."

A trail of precum tantalized his tongue. Fuckin hell - he was tasting it now. The dirty animalistic ritual had him by the scruff of the neck again. He wanted more. He reached out to gently caress the man"s large nutsack: all that cum, right there. His other hand stroked his own meat. His balls ached.

"Yeahhhhhhhh. You"re suckin yer dad"s dick, son. How about that? Gonna load you up real soon."

Extreme pleasure flowed up the man"s body from his groin. Last night was clearly no fluke: this kid really knew how to work his tackle. He"d be shooting his load in no time. He kept eye contact, nodding his approval now and again, slightly thrusting his crotch in time with his son"s rhythm as the good sensations spread. What a turn on. Look at him. Straight, 19 goin on 16, bright-eyed and innocent, taking his dad"s thick meat and learning to enjoy it. Fuck yeah. He resumed his aggressive sexy talk.

"Yeah, you keep that up, son. Suck that big motherfucker. Do yer dad proud."

The words swirled around the lad"s head and took root as the man"s demanding gaze bore forcefully into his. You"re suckin yer dad"s dick, son. You"re suckin yer dad"s dick. Jack felt lightheaded. He really was. He really fuckin was...

"Oh yeah, you"re a fuckin natural, kid. Suckin yer dad"s juicy prick like a bitch. You"re gonna get it every day. Yeaahhhh."

Jack moaned gently. Every day. He"d almost forgotten that promise. He thought about how many hours he was gonna spend here in this cell with this hard-nut"s massive tool in his gob. All the hot cum he was gonna be made to swallow - for weeks, months... Like a bitch... Yeahhhh. Total male domination. You know you can"t fight yer dad, Jack, so this is how it"s gonna be. This is your life now.

"That"s the way, son. Suck it reeeeeal good. Daddy"s gonna feed it to yer. You"re gonna fuckin get it."

The lad"s excitement continued to build. So close now. He"d let the man"s nuts and his own dick go free and his hands were wandering up over the chunky torso, reaching up toward the well rounded pecs and the hardened nipples. His dad grunted approvingly as the lad"s smooth arms rubbed over his rough skin. Sweet. The thrusts became more insistent. He was gonna unload any moment.

"Ughhh, it"s comin, son. Gonna fuckin shoot me load. Yer ready?"

The man saw his son nod at him, the pleading eyes, the innocent young mouth forced wide open, his cute face takin it. Fuckin takin it. Yeahhh. Here it comes, kid. He shifted his weight slightly and reached forward with one hand to wank his primed weapon straight down into those soft lips. He wanted to see his boy fuckin drinkin it - drinkin his dad"s fresh spunk. His breathing quickened.

Jack kept well low so that he could keep looking up at the man"s face. He worked vigorously at the shiny head, one hand now gripping a chunky leg, the other back on his own aching member. His dad"s meaty knuckles worked rapidly back and forth, dangerously close to striking him in the face, the mighty forearm taut and vicious. The tattoos blurred up his line of sight.

"Yeah. I"m comin, son. Fuckin comin. YEAHHHHHHH!" The man stared at the lad with fierce determination, drilling his gaze into the back of the lad"s skull as his nuts tightened and began to unload.

"Uuuurrrrgggghhhhhhhhh."

Dizzy with pleasure and anticipation, Jack let his dad"s fierce stare pin him firmly in place. Brute strength filled his mind and vision, the man"s deep ecstatic groan his signal to succumb to the inevitable. Here... It... Comes... The first blast of fresh cum landed on his tongue and the insane reality hit him like a sledgehammer. His lips parted slightly in dutiful acquiescence. With a sudden impossible rush, his aching dick began to release it"s waiting juice into his already crusty boxers.

The man watched through narrowed lustful eyes as his creamy load streamed out. Fuck yeahhhhh! Feeding time. His lad was really takin it. The meaty fist slowed, and he twisted his hand round so that the thumb was now on top, nudging the lad"s head back a touch so that the shiny head spewed more cum on to those soft, young lips. Jack"s overpowered senses were filled with the taste and smell of the accumulating seed: the essence of his dad being fed to him again. He focussed his attention back on the still leaking prick and lapped up the flow at source with his now cum-covered tongue, felt the creamy juice oozing right from the man"s piss-hole. Awesome. Fuckin awesome.

The man basked in the afterglow of his climax. The lad had done a damned good job there, no mistake. It was mighty fine to be gettin his dick regularly serviced again like this... It had been so long.

"Think you liked that, dintcha?" Jack nodded in a daze, too far gone to even think about arguing.

The man began moving his dick around the lad"s lips, smearing the remaining juice all around. The lad gave in and let it happen, staring up again into the hard man"s satisfied face. He let a load of the gunk slip down his throat to lodge deep inside and sat with his mouth still slightly open, dumbstruck.

The man bashed his boy"s face with his thick manhood, the last dregs of cum flicking out on to the tender skin. He wanted to make the lad flinch, but Jack accepted the onslaught. He deserved whatever he got. He swallowed the rest of the man"s seed: down, down it went. The buzzing taste lingered in his mouth.

Thoroughly despunked, the man let his dick go and leaned back on both elbows again.

"Well, that was fuckin good for me, son. You"re a talented kid, alright. Think yer old man might want some more of that later..." He grinned knowingly.

Jack nodded again in his cum-soaked daze, in no position to refuse; the fire in his mind was now out of control. Couldn"t blame the booze this time. He was just a horny straight lad addicted to servicing his dad"s meaty dick. No one else had to know about it. No one else would ever fuckin know about it.

"Sure dad. Whenever you want."

"We"ll do some training too, like I said. This afternoon. Gotta start beefin you up a bit if you"re gonna survive in this place."

The lad slowly licked the cum from his lips. He wanted his dad to teach him stuff. Loads of stuff. He grinned back.

"Sounds good to me."

Outside the cell, there came the noise of the prison wing coming to life. Slamming doors and barked instructions. Down the corridor, the officer worked his round. He fingered his firm tool through the lining of his pocket, replaying what he"d just seen and heard. The guvnor had told him to keep an eye out for Sike and the new kid, and man, that had been a good show. Maybe something could be arranged...

PRISON DAD - PART THREE

Friday afternoon, five-a-side football in the concrete yard. Barbed wire topped walls rising high on two sides, the prison buildings on the other two.

A week into his time and this was the first breath of fresh air for Jack since arriving, though he would have jumped at the chance of a kickabout wherever it was. Sure, grass and a larger space would have been better, but this was fuckin prison after all. Be grateful for what you get.

Fast and aggressive in possession, he showed off his skills to his new mates, scoring four times. High fives and curses echoed around. He noticed one particular officer watching him intently at various points. So he should, he thought: he was bloody good. Vapour trails crossed high in the summer sky; sweat slid down his shirtless back.

His muscles were certainly aching from the first few workouts with Sike. The big guy was using his "free" time for weightlifting, or something; not a big football fan it would seem ("bunch of overpaid tossers fakin it like girls when anyone touches em..."), but Jack wasn"t gonna argue the point. No need. He liked it mostly cause he was good at it, and that brought him respect.

The showers were very welcome on such a hot day. Only the third he"d had all week and he fucking needed it. Rough jostling bodies and shouts in the steam, the easy ritualised camaraderie of straight blokes.

"...Did ya see the kid move? Shit."

"Yeah. THE shit."

"Couldn"t fuckin believe it, my foot was right on it. Right on it, I"m tellin yer."

"Ahh, ya fackin poof - did ya mam teach ya how ta tackle?"

"You can fuckin talk, mate. Left the zimmer behind today, did ya?" Laughter all round. "Coulda done with some help y"know..."

Jack laughed with everyone else, content with his performance and appreciating the grudging admiration of the opposition. He didn"t have to boast - his own team had gloated enough on his behalf already - just the odd cheeky grin. He felt like he was starting to belong. One of the boys.

And yet... The shameful truth always lurking at the back of his mind now: he was suckin the meat. His dad had been horny this morning before breakfast and pumped his face full of it. Just another daily dose of tough love on his knees in the claustrophobic cell. He quickly shook the image away lest he get an untimely hard on, mightily glad that showering with other naked blokes hadn"t aroused him at all. (Good reason for that Jack: you"re fuckin straight...)

Still, one of the boys, huh? Yeah. He was. Despite his youthful appearance, he knew he had the right swagger, the gobby attitude. Years spent on the streets intimidating people with his mates gave him a certain toughness which was regarded as normal here. No one suspected a fuckin thing.

Sike had introduced him to a few people on the second day ("my boy Jack") and warned him who should be avoided at all costs ("cause there are some nutters who just don"t care what I"ll do to em if they fuck with you..."). Proof of his status had arrived soon after, as some bonehead had squared up to him in the canteen queue on the third day for seemingly no reason whatsoever. He"d asked something without Jack realising he was being spoken to, and got angry when Jack didn"t respond.

"You fuckin deaf?"

"You what, mate?" Jack was genuinely puzzled by the interjection, but his mind was immediately on red alert.

"Don"t fuckin mate me, you cunt. I just asked if ya"d always been a gormless twat." The man cocked his head to one side, a cold expression on his surly face. He was itching to spoil the lad"s smooth handsome features: what he couldn"t have, no one else deserved to. The satisfaction would be worth any reprimand.

Jack felt the adrenaline surge within at this sudden challenge from nowhere alley. He hated losing face, but quickly assessed that the guy was fairly chunky and likely to get the better of him in a one-on-one fight. He had his new mate Rob with him (a black guy in his mid 20s) so they could possibly both take him, but he wasn"t sure cause he didn"t know who the bloke was with. The guy looked like some tanked up idiot on a Friday night. Fuckin retard.

Another man standing next ahead in the queue turned at this point to see who his mate was having a go at this time and, seeing who it was, quickly nudged him in the ribs. He spoke urgently and quietly into the man"s ear, but loud enough for Jack to hear.

"Naww mate. Bad news. Sike"s boy."

And with those six words the man snarled, visibly disappointed, looking warily around, before turning back to face front again without a further word. Jack, keen to appear nonchalant, turned to Rob, who was staring gobsmacked.

"Dunno what the fuck that was all about..." A lengthy pause.

"So you"re the one sharing with Sike then?"

"Yeah, and?" Jack hadn"t made a point of drawing attention to it.

"Hadn"t realised."

"Is it important?"

A short stab of laughter. "Well mate, you"re either seriously lucky or, errr, seriously unlucky."

"Meanin?"

"Listen, if you"re in Sike"s good books, you"re fuckin sorted. He"s da man. No hassle." Rob leaned forward to speak in a hushed voice, despite the din around. "Main dealer, y"know. And a fuckin hard-nut."

Jack nodded as if he didn"t know.

"And if I ain"t lucky?"

"Don"t think about it, mate. You"d know. Life wouldn"t be worth livin. Anyway, that..." he gestured at the bonehead in front "...tells me you"re lucky."

Jack had thought over and over this episode in the days since. Clearly the deal he"d struck was just as promised: fate had somehow landed him in this privileged position. Every day, faced with his dad"s mighty snake, the deep connection continued to be forged in his otherwise straight mind. You"re fuckin sorted, Jack. Just gotta keep takin it like a good boy. Think how fuckin lucky you are...

They were all piling out of the showers now and getting changed back into dirty jeans, t-shirts and the trainers they"d used for the game. Jack was being typically slow and was one of the last to pull his T-shirt over his head as most of the others were escorted out. The remaining officers stood watching.

"Ain"t got all day, y"know. Come on, shift it."

Jack picked up his shorts from where they"d fallen on the floor and found himself face to face with a prison officer, the same one who"d been watching him so intently in the game. A burly bloke, probably in his mid 40s, tight dark gelled hair with flecks of grey, mean squashed looking face, neck as wide as his head. Typical doorman type... All brawn, no brains, no doubt.

"But I want a word with you."

"Yeah?"

"That"ll be yes sir, to you, Kenton."

Jack looked at him with barely masked disdain. Stupid cunt. What the fuck did he want?

The officer waited until the last of the other prisoners had left, escorted by his colleague who gave a friendly mock salute as he closed the door. They were alone now in the steamy damp changing room. He turned back to the lad. Handsome little fucker. Would look better squirming on the end of his prick, though.

"Quite the little striker, ain"tcha Kenton?"

"Had some practice... Sir. Quick on my feet, y"know."

"You should definitely be in the prison league. I"ll see to it if you like."

"Thanks sir."

"Now I"ve been hearing some er... interesting rumours about you Kenton."

Now where was this going? A bad feeling arose in his gut, but he endeavoured to keep his expression completely neutral.

"Such as?"

"You tell me."

Jack"s mind raced. Fuck. What did the man know? More importantly, how did he know it?

"I"m not sure what you mean, sir."

The officer paused. The lad had taken too long to answer... He could almost smell the fear. Hehe. This was fuckin good sport; one of the unwritten perks of the job. He knew he didn"t really have the time to do everything he wanted to here and now, but hey, just a bit of fun ahead of some real action. He brought his face close to the lad"s.

"I"m sure you know what I fuckin mean. You do realise it"s an offence to lie to a prison officer don"t you Kenton?"

"Er... Yes sir."

"Good. So tell me. What"s the deal with Sike?"

"Sir?"

"Why"s he protecting you?"

"I... I still don"t know what you"re getting at, sir." The lad was staring close range into the man"s steely grey eyes, willing himself to sound innocent.

"You fuckin liar, Kenton." Without warning, the officer viciously punched Jack in the stomach. Jack staggered backwards, bending over in pain. The officer watched him impassively for a moment before stepping forward and grabbing the lad"s short hair to tilt his head upwards. He forced him to his knees, and pushed his crotch into the young man"s pain-contorted face.

"Bet you"d like a bit of this, huh? Fuckin gayboy."

Jack felt the heat and the firm bulge pressing on his face and his mind reeled with the sheer insanity of it. No way was this chunky fucker a homo. No fuckin way. He resisted a sudden urge to bite through the fabric and managed to jerk his head temporarily free of the man"s sweaty grip. He looked up at the uniformed figure, drawing ragged breaths.

"No fuckin way sir. I ain"t fuckin gay... That ain"t my scene."

The officer sneered at him. "Oh I think it fuckin is lad. I"ve seen your dirty little mouth at work."

Jack"s heart sank. Oh no. The fucker knew. The shame and guilt washed through him with sickening speed. He desperately tried to salvage some pride.

"He fuckin made me do it. Threatened me with all sorts a shit if I didn"t."

"Didn"t look like that from where I was standing."

They both glared at each other in deathly silence. The dull stink of accumulated sweat hung in the air. Jack was suddenly very aware of the sound of his own breathing, felt sure the angry pulse of blood through his veins could be heard by his tormentor. He swallowed hard, willing himself not to say or do anything stupid.

"A word of advice: never, never, NEVER lie to an officer again, Kenton, or you"ll come to regret it. That clear?"

A slow nod.

"Stand up."

Jack did so, the grimace on his face clear to see as his stomach muscles tried to contract.

"Think we might continue this little discussion another day, hmmmm?"

A sullen pause. "Yes sir."

"Out." The officer gestured to the door and trooped after the lad. His hard tool was eager for action, but he knew better than to risk it here and now. The other lot would be here any minute.

When Jack got back to the cell, Sike wasn"t there. He sat carefully down on his bed and rubbed his aching stomach, angrily wiping away a few sudden, sharp tears. It wasn"t the punch as much as the shame of being found out. It had all been going pretty fuckin well, in a weird alternative reality kinda way... The protection deal with his prison dad. Making some new mates. The pool and the footie. He was almost - almost - starting not to miss his outside life and the tedious struggle of trying to live above his means. But now this...

He put his head in his hands and stared at the floor between his feet. What was he gonna fuckin do now? How would his dad react if he thought anyone knew about him gettin serviced by his young cellmate? It"d ruin everything. He"d blame Jack for letting the cat out of the bag, for sure. Bad times. The fastest route to seriously unlucky... On the other hand, maybe the bent screw was bluffing when he"d said "rumours" and hadn"t actually spoken to anyone else yet. Jack fervently hoped that was true.

After contemplating it a minute, he decided the best thing was to say nothing at all to his dad, just sort it out himself. Give the stupid fucker whatever it was he was after... A weird feeling in his stomach at the prospect, quickly pushed aside... And hope that it went no further. Yeah, that was the only sensible course of action. He took off his T-shirt and trainers - still too fuckin hot - and lay down, fumbling inside the zip of his jeans for some easy distraction. Immediately, he began to replay a fantasy which had already fired him up several times these past few days...

He"s standing naked in a hotel bedroom, stroking his meat, watching his dad fuck a sexy young blonde on a double bed. Smooth pale skin, pert tits, legs spread wide... Her youthful perfection is in stark contrast to the muscular beast of the tattooed man shafting her. She"s moaning in ecstasy as his massive rod slides in and out of her pussy. Biceps bulging, his fuzzed, muscular upper body is held horizontal in a press-up position over her as his relentless groin goes to work. "You"re one fuckin sexy bitch, intcha? You love my motherfuckin dick." Her moans rise in pitch as the intensity increases... So horny watching the big guy doing what comes naturally to him... He"s the fuckin man. Then his dad turns to look at him. "You want some of this, son?" and Jack imagines himself nodding mesmerized as he squeezes his aching member. "Yeah dad, just let me try it... Looks so fuckin horny." His dad stares at him aggressively, but it"s OK cause he knows his son isn"t gay; knows Jack just has to submit to his authority. "Well if you want it, then you"re gonna fuckin get it." And he pulls out of the woman, who moves off the bed to let Jack take her place. Jack does. He can hardly believe what is about to happen... Fuck yeahhhh. His dick is like a rock now. He spreads his legs up and out, exposing his virgin hole, feels his dad"s cunt-moistened weapon pressing insistently there (the first time he imagined this, he shot his load right there and then...) "Think you can take it son? Take yer dad"s motherfuckin dick?" The chunky frame looms over him, raw power, rough hands pinning his body to the bed. "Yeah, come on dad, give it to me." Fuck yeahhhh. "Oh, I"m gonna fuckin give it to yer alright." And in it slowly slides, the thick slick manhood forcing itself into him for the first time. So wrong and so right. Jack feels it remorselessly filling him as his dad grunts in deep satisfaction. Hairy groin now moving back and forth, stomach muscles flexin, mechanical but sensuous... Getting fucked like that sexy bird by his straight tough-nut dad. Getting. Fucked. So. Very. Hard. "Yeah, it"s you and me now, son. You and me. I"m fuckin doin yer..."

Suddenly a noise broke into the young lad"s horny reverie. He pushed his raging dick firmly back inside his jeans in a hurry. Shit. But now the door was being unlocked and the object of his dark fantasy was back. Perhaps he"d be getting another mouthful tonight, thought the lad, mind still swimming with lust. His dick throbbed, denied release. He pretended to be dozing, facing the wall.

Sike was in a good mood. His session had gone well, the old knee injury behaving itself and everything pumped out to the max. He needed the lad to knead his shoulders and upper back again, but it could wait til later. He cast his eyes in the boy"s direction: fuck could he sleep! Seemed to spend half the day in bed, the lazy fucker. Still, there was plenty of time to kill... Plenty of time. He threw off his shirt and wiped himself down with a towel, still sweating despite the shower. It was too fuckin hot.

Towelling done, he drunk a pint or so straight from the tap, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when done. He stood awhile next to the sink eyeing his lad. The smoothness of his skin, lightly reddened from an hour in the sun; the lean, muscular definition on his short frame, their work-outs beginning to show results already; the youthful vulnerability of him. He idly played with his thick tool through the shiny fabric of his shorts, gently squeezing the sensitive head. He"d been vulnerable once, and where had his fuckwit of a dad been? Down the pub most of the time, getting smashed. Some role model. He"d tried to be a good dad himself. Really tried. If only that bitch had played ball with his activities. Anger welled up in him and he felt the urge to smash something.

He flung himself on to his bed and pulled out a porn mag from the pile underneath, reaching down to his shorts once more. He stroked his swelling meat through the thin fabric and let the familiar images set off habitual fantasies. Yeahhh. Fuckin some tight pussy again. He couldn"t wait.

Jack listened for a while to the man"s heavy breathing, the stifling heat seeming to feed his inertia. He could sense what was happening and his dick throbbed painfully in his jeans. When he could stand the tension no more, he rolled on to his back and faked a yawn, stretching his arms out above him. Sike looked up with a sly grin. Good timing, kid.

"Rise and fuckin shine, son. There"s work for you over here."

Jack raised himself up on his elbows to look at the shaven-headed tough guy waiting for him. His mouth hung stupidly open. Once more, the undercurrent of danger sent his mind spinning; fear and awe slowing time to a crawl. You really want him to do you, Jack? You must be out of your fuckin mind... A jolt of queasy excitement shot through the youth as the aftershock of his hastily abandoned wank-fantasy imprinted itself on to the raw terrifying reality.

"Come on kiddo, don"t keep yer dad waitin. Got another fuckin load for yer."

His dad was grinning evilly, magazine in one hand propped up on one raised chunky thigh, right hand lazily caressing the long shape outlined in his exercise shorts. Duty called. Second time today. It"s goin in your mouth again, Jack. He was in no position to resist... He got up, a twinge of discomfort from where he"d been punched in the gut, crossed over the cell and knelt down by the bed, placing one arm on his dad"s hairy outstretched leg and leaning forward to moisten the fabric over and around the man"s big prick. The size of it thrilled him anew and he softly chewed at it through the fabric. Dog with a bone.

Think how fuckin lucky you are, Jack... You"re fuckin sorted, remember?

Diverting his attention from the porn for a moment, Sike lightly stroked the boy"s hair. Jack paused what he was doing and looked up at his dad. The sight of his son"s cute young face hovering over his arousal filled the horny straight thug with mixed feelings: the undeniable urge to look after him like a dad should, and the bad desire of wanting to dominate his boy, to make him moan like a bitch on heat. Because he could. Because it was the best thing he was gonna get. Because, in this place, might made right.

The man rolled up the fabric of his shorts a little and pushed his dick down so that the upper part of it poked out. "OK, get lickin, son," he ordered.

Jack had no desire to disobey. The firm expanse of those fuzzy pecs and the bulging tattooed arms made him feel puny in comparison. He nodded in his submissive trance. "Anything you say, dad."

Keen young tongue made contact with smooth shiny head and the horny ritual of service resumed. He licked all around, lapping up the sticky juice oozing out from the dark opening, a taste now familiar but no less strange. Pushing the shorts back further to expose more of its impressive length, he took the man"s mature veiny meat into his mouth, leg hairs tickling his chin. This was real life alright: sucking on his dad"s fat, juicy dick. Every day. He reached in with his spare hand and caressed the man"s sweaty nutsack.

The man continued to gently stroke the lad"s head as the warm, pleasurable sensations spread out from his crotch. Anything you say? Hmmm...

"Good boy. You fuckin do what yer dad tells yer, don"tcha?" Another eager nod from below. "That"s right."

He looked back to the porn mag and the picture of a young dark haired Italian looking girl being taken by two muscle guys, front and back, complete with close-ups of her double penetration. Her vacant smile to camera looked forced, but that turned him on even more. A fuckin horny shot, no mistake. He"d happily be one of them blokes givin it to her... Nice work if you could get it. He stared through a lustful haze at her complete violation. His meat was feeling real nice now, his son working it up a treat. He looked at the lad again, who had taken hold of the stiff weapon he was servicing in order to rhythmically slide up and down it with his soft lips, gradually picking up speed, using his tight hand to increase the sensation. Yeahhhh, this was just perfect... Sexy straight lad being made to suck his dad"s meat. He imagined how humiliated the boy must feel deep down at having to do this... Yeahhhh. Doin what his dad tells him... His dad was gonna take him all the way soon: that was gonna be an adventure for both of em.

"Yeahhh, feels reeeal nice. You"re fuckin good at that son. Fuckin good. You keep lookin after that every day and yer dad"ll look after you. We"re the perfect team, huh? You and me..."

He was thrusting in time with the lad"s movements now, feeling his climax getting closer. Ever closer. Easy does it, Sike... He glanced again at the porn and the two big dicks penetrating the young woman, one up her cunt, the other up her rear. Thought about her takin it from him. Dirty fuckin bitch. His tool"d loosen her up a treat.

Jack moaned, beyond any rational thought, the deep voice spurring him on. If someone had told him last week that prison would mean being forced to slurp the cum out of some scary fucker old enough to be his dad, he"d have seriously considered topping himself. But here he was doin it. Really fuckin doin it. Crazy shit. The hot rigid meat slid beneath his slick hand, lips pushed wide by the fearsomely proportioned weapon. Almost ready to fire again. Jaw ache.

"Fuck yeahhhh. Suck that motherfucker, son. You know what"s comin. Better get that straight gob of yours ready cause yer dad"s gonna feed it yer any minute... And you better fuckin drink it all up this time or there"ll be trouble."

Jack looked up at him quickly and nodded. His face had been rammed hard for what seemed like ages yesterday afternoon. The erotic tension of the preceding work-out had just built and built, and by the time the reward for his hard work was getting shoved into his mouth he"d very quickly exploded into his cum stained boxers. But his dad had gone on and on, and at the end Jack"s tiring lips had let some of the salty sweet seed slip out and dribble down his chin. The man had chided him, caught the juice with his chunky knuckles and made him lick it off his clenched fist

The threat of "trouble" was a timely reminder that this was no game, that the deal they had was on ongoing arrangement, not a given. The menacing narrow eyed stare set his heart racing, his natural straight instincts totally crushed by the hefty masculine domination of his dad. He"d damn well do what he was told. He focussed his full concentration again on the task in hand, his own aching member having to wait whilst he worked.

Sike looked at him with angry lustful satisfaction. Look at him. Gob stuffed full of his old man"s throbbing meat. Doing what he was told. He wanted to give the lad a hint of what was to come without stating it outright. Play with his mind a bit...

"Tell you what, son, you think this is good... You just wait. Think you might be gettin some real rough fuckin action from me soon. Know what I"m sayin? You know you fuckin want it."

The lad moaned again as the aggressive words slid into his skull. Real rough fuckin action... Did he mean it? The possibility sent shivers down his spine. The real fuckin deal. He was mad horny for it now, imagining the massive rod now filling his mouth being pressed up against his tight exposed hole, just like in his twisted wank-fantasy. You know you fuckin want it... Yeah dad, just wanna try it... Fuck yeah. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. He felt the rough hand beginning to force his head down on to the slick, glistening meat, the man grunting like an animal, thrusts becoming more assertive. He knew what was coming now... Shoot it, dad. Shoot yer fuckin load.

"Ughhh. Ughhhh. Yeahhhh. Keep suckin. It"s comin, son. It"s fuckin comin." The man was lost between the two images: the sexy young girl on the sofa getting double fucked and the cute, smooth straight boy being forced to service his horny dad. The two fed off each other in his mind, both rooted in his fierce desire to dominate. He was the fucking man; mighty weapon unstoppable. He felt his nuts tighten and vision blur.

"Uuuurrrrrrrghhhhh..."

Ecstasy overload. The cum began to shoot violently into his son"s tight warm mouth. Jack watched in numb disbelief as the pulsing manhood began to feed him once more. He"d scored again. Fresh spunk goin down his throat. Life out of control.

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The following night, after free time out to watch some telly with a few mates, Jack found himself back with his dad in the cell, playing cards and drinking, both stripped to the waist as usual. The air was hot and heavy. It was only the third time his dad had given him some booze, and as he hadn"t fed his meat to the lad yet today there was plenty of tension in the air. This was the first day since the lad arrived that nothing had happened by the evening.

Jack was boned up and expectant and kept glancing down the trail of fuzz to the crotch of those scruffy jeans. Couldn"t properly explain his addiction to servicing his hard-nut dad"s dick, he just enjoyed being made to do it... He"d decided that most young straight lads like him must secretly want to be dominated by a muscly dad, but never got to try it. It was the only explanation that made any fucking sense. He really was fucking lucky. Just imagine if Sike was yer real dad, Jack... How amazin would that be?

The day had been OK. He"d managed to avoid looking at the officer who had confronted him after the match the day before, even if a sixth sense told him he was being watched from time to time. The work-out earlier had been good, though the heatwave showed no signs of letting up and they both sweated plenty. It didn"t end the way the previous one had, much to Jack"s disappointment, but then they had been cut short by an officer (not the one Jack was avoiding) coming into the cell to have a word with Sike. Jack stretched his sore muscles out, listening to their low voices discussing numbers in short functional sentences. The barest minimum that needed to be said. Something was handed over.

Sike put whatever it was under his bed behind the magazines. He"d quickly finished off the stuff with Jack and said he had "something he needed to do". He rummaged around and pulled out a tiny mobile phone - first Jack had seen of it - and started texting someone. Jack was intrigued but knew better than to ask questions. "The less you know the better", he"d been told. and after the run-in with the officer he was starting to see the wisdom of that.

Leisure time over for the evening, here they were again in the small cell, playing cards. Jack was in the chair this time, his dad on the edge of his bed. They"d been playing for some time.

"Want some more son?" The man picked up the bottle from the floor near his feet. He wanted to make sure the lad was nice n relaxed...

"Yeah, dad. Fill me up."

"That"s my boy."

Jack handed over his cup and watched the chunky fella pour in another large measure. It was strong stuff. Still, at least it wasn"t affecting his ability to win this time. He wet his dry mouth, swallowed, once more felt the insane rush to his head. Whew, yeah. Definitely a bit tipsy now... The man could definitely drink more than him, he thought. Except for fuckin cum... Ha! Funny. He sniggered out loud.

"Whatcha laughin at?"

"Oh nothin in particular."

His dad wasn"t having that. "No, you fuckin tell me." His expression was completely serious. Jack looked at him, slightly unsteadily, the buzz of alcohol making him much less cautious.

"Just thinkin about how you can beat me at just about everything."

"You"re doin alright tonight, son. Fairly even so far."

Jack nodded in acknowledgment. "Yeah well, maybe not that... But you can fuckin drink me under the table."

The man laughed. "Yeah. You"re a bit of a fuckin lightweight, intcha?" A mocking grin.

"No point fuckin arm wrestlin yer either..."

"Yer think?" The man had his head cocked on one side now, grin larger.

A thoughtful pause. Ahh, fuck it. He was on a roll now. "Bet you"ve screwed far more birds too."

"Haha. Bit of a head start, eh? Helps." The grin was replaced by a more predatory stare. What ya tryin to say son?

"And yer fuckin dick"s bigger "an mine too."

Jack eyed the intimidating figure opposite, the fuzzy firm pecs, the unambiguous strength in his tattooed arms, the thick scar on his neck, the glint in his dark eyes. His young horny mind was taking him places he"d never imagined going before getting banged up... It"s OK, Jack. Any straight lad in your position would willingly submit. Just a power thing, innit. Prison rules... Real men have to fuck, and your dad"s a real fuckin man. You know you can"t fight him... His dick pushed against the inside of his jeans. He"d seen the man go commando after the work-out and decided to copy.

The man looked at him with horny approval, barest hint of a wry grin. He knew what the lad was really tryin to say... Come on dad, when"s it gonna happen? This was comin along just nicely... He rubbed his stubbled chin.

"Sounds like you got the horn, son."

"Kinda."

Man and boy looked at each other, inevitable lust hanging between; the world reduced to them alone. The man drained his cup and put down both it and his cards.

"Come over ere." He patted the bed beside him. Jack knocked back the rest of his vodka and shook his head as it went down. A sharp exhale. Whew. Cup down. Cards down. He went over as instructed, nervous excitement slithering rapidly through his veins.

The man reached down for a porn mag. He sat further back on the bed with his back to the wall; Jack leaned back next to him.

"Let"s just take a look at some of these, huh?"

"Sure thing, dad. They"re fuckin hot." It was the same magazine his dad had handed him that first night. "Show me that one of the blonde one suckin will yer..."

It was located quickly enough, the pretty young face being violated by the veiny monster. Jack felt a surge below. Big dicks like that deserved to be sucked.

"Yeah, that"s still fuckin hot, dad." The lad idly rubbed himself, visualising his dad"s hard veiny weapon there in front of him.

"Yeah, she"s lovin that... Thinkin about what"s comin next, I bet." The man was leading the lad on, step by step.

"Bet she is."

"You wanna see what happens next?"

"Fuck yeah."

The flick of a page. It was the same blonde straddling a muscled guy on a leather sofa, that big dick now plunged deep in her pussy. He was fairly tanned compared to her, which only seemed to emphasise the size difference.

"Yer like that one, son?" The man was now adjusting himself through his jeans. He was gonna unzip any minute and get things movin.

Jack"s mouth was hanging open and he was absent-mindedly breathing through it in horny anticipation. He saw what the big guy was doing and found it hard to concentrate on the image, horny as it undoubtedly was. His mind was filled with the thought of his well-hard dad"s meaty snake.

"Oh yeah, that"s the fuckin business. She"s really lovin that..."

His dad flicked through once more to another picture he particularly wanted his son to see. The same blonde, this time on a double bed, legs spread wide, about to get rammed by some older muscle dude with tattoos down his arms. His meaty missile was poised ready, taking aim.

"Looks a bit like me, don"t he?"

Jack was temporarily speechless. The similarity to his wank fantasy was incredible... The man, the woman, the position, everything. He could completely picture that bloke being his dad and him standing there stroking his meat in admiration watching him fuck that sexy bird. And then his dad turning to him... Woahhh. Fuckin freaky. And here was his dad showing it to him. He felt strangely lightheaded. That vodka had seriously done the trick. Nothing felt real now.

"Yeahhhh. Fuckin hell. That"s a good un. Any more like that?"

His dad turned the page to where there were subsequent shots of the fuck in progress. The man leaning over her with his tool in deep, her head arched back in delight, tits thrust out. Too good. Too fuckin good. He wanted it.

"You like that, son?"

"Fuck yeahhh." A pause. Dry, dry mouth. Get the fuckin words out, Jack... You know you want to... "Bet that massive dick of his feels fuckin good."

The man paused too. That"s the right idea, son. Nearly fuckin there now. His substantial manhood swelled in readiness.

"Yeah. Just like yer dad"s would, huh?

The lad became very aware of his breathing and the violent thud of his heart. Another dry swallow. It was really gonna fuckin happen. He stared at the horny image on the page, his reply a husky whisper.

"Yeahhh."

"You want some of that then?" Jack could tell his dad was looking directly at him now. He thought about his fantasy again. Was this really happening? He turned to the shaven-headed man, fierce stubbled face at close range. Before he could stop himself, the script slipped out as if he was on autopilot.

"Yeah dad... Just wanna try it." The tough guy nodded almost imperceptibly. "Looks so fuckin horny."

Fuck. He"d actually said it. No goin back. He looked again at the porn image: the long snaking dick lodged between the girl"s spread legs; the muscular figure looming over her; complete domination. Fuck. He was gonna get shafted like that hot bitch. His straight tough-nut dad was gonna do him. This was gonna FUCKIN HURT... It was gonna be FUCKIN EXTREME.

"Oh it"ll be fuckin horny, son... I can promise you that. You"re gonna get the fuck of your life." Jack knew the man meant every word.

He put the porn mag to one side and began to unzip his dirty jeans. The lad watched in drunken breathless anticipation as the obscene fleshy cylinder was sprung free. The fucking beast looked bigger than ever. He licked his dry lips. His dad watched him, enjoying every single moment of his boy"s submission to the inevitable sweet torture to follow.

"Think you can take all that son? Think you can take yer dad"s dick?"

Jack nodded furiously. He was gonna make his dad proud of him, at any cost. "Fuck yeah."

The man stroked his stubbled chin again as if doubting the lad"s commitment. "Hmmm. We"ll fuckin see, shall we..." He was challenging him for kicks now, even though the matter was now settled in his mind. It was gonna fuckin happen. Even if the lad backed down and he had to pin him to the bed and stuff his gob with something to keep him quiet, it was gonna fuckin happen.

"I can fuckin take it dad. I"m ain"t no fuckin lightweight." Sheer bravado. Jack really had no idea whether he could or not. But the words were out and he wasn"t gonna back down now. The grim unstoppable logic of his wank-fantasy turning to reality.

"Uh-huh?" One last questioning grunt to test the lad"s resolve.

Jack"s mind was in turmoil as the hour of reckoning approached. His straight instincts were pounding away in his skull that this was wrong wrong wrong, but another louder voice was saying that this was all just part of the deal, that he had to respect his tough dad"s authority...

Real hard men with big dicks needed to fuck, dint they? Only right and proper. And his dad was a real fuckin hard man with a fuckin big dick. Fuckin big. Why stop just cause he was in prison? Still needed to fuck. Young straight lads like him had to learn to take it... In the gob. In the fuckin hole. No fuckin choice in the matter... Yeahhhh. The lack of control enflamed his twisted lust further. Still feelin lucky, Jack?

"Yeah dad. Fuckin do me..."

The air in the cell was heavy and stifling. His dad was staring at him in silence, lightly fingering the head of his engorged meat. Ripples of anticipation. His dark serious eyes bore into Jack"s.

"Well, don"t you worry, son, you"re gonna fuckin get it. Yer dad"s gonna fuckin work yer." Another shiver down Jack"s spine. "Better make it nice and wet first, huh?"

Jack went straight down without hesitation. The chunky manhood entered his mouth and he knew the terrifying journey had begun. The man watched the lad set to work and massaged the back of his smooth neck and shoulders, before working slowly up and down the lad"s back with his rough hand. He admired the contrast between them: strong hairy forearm, slightly darker when set against the smooth, sun reddened pale skin of his son"s back. His property. Haha. Fucked up shit, this, but fuckin good all the same.

"Yeah, that"s the way son. That"s the fuckin way. This is gonna be so fuckin good, I"m tellin yer. Gonna take you somewhere you never been. Fuck yeahhhh." Somewhere he"d never been either, he thought, but it"d been in his head for years now. Fucked a few birds up the chute in his time, so it couldn"t be that different. Tighter n better, if anything. He knew what he was doin well enough.

The lad felt his dad"s rough hand feeling him up. A rush of fierce emotion swept though him. The man had only really touched him before when they were working out, and it had turned him on so much to get that close attention and to be able to feel the man"s firm muscles under the guise of a legit father-son discussion about correct technique. He"d wanted to chew on the man"s bulging biceps and the inviting roundness of his fuzzy pecs, had even wanted to lick the sweat off him. Get his dad inside him. Become him. A raging unspoken desire to be accepted by the older man.

But so far, other than that, it had just been an unforgiving hand holding his head in place. Which was fuckin good too, of course... Being forced to submit to that powerful tool slamming into his ready gob. As if on cue, he felt the man"s other hand pushing him down on it; it was like the scary fucker cold read his mind. His dick surged painfully in his jeans.

"Every fuckin inch, son. Daddy"s big juicy dick tastes good, don"t it?" A low moan from below. "Imagine how fuckin good it"s gonna feel inside yer, huh? That big straight dick slidin in yer tight hole..."

Jack was in a frenzy now, deepthroating his dad"s meat and getting fired up by the sexy aggressive talk. This was the most intense thing he"d ever experienced in his whole short life.

From down the corridor outside, barked shouts.

"Five minutes, lights out."

Jack stopped. Fuck. He lifted his head up to look at his dad.

"On yer chair." Jack did as he was told, cursing inwardly as Sike zipped his stiff meat away. They couldn"t fuckin stop now... "Pick up yer fuckin cards. We"re still playin."

Jack picked up the abandoned hand and swore under his breath. Sighed loudly. Sike quickly hid the vodka away and picked up his cards too. He fixed the lad with a serious stare and winked at him.

A few moments later, a voice at the door grill. "Oi, you two. Time to pack up."

Jack thought he recognized the voice. He grimaced at the reminder.

Sike looked over to the door and gave a lazy salute. The sound of footsteps moving away. He leaned forward to the boy to speak in a low voice.

"They"ll be wanderin up and down for fifteen minutes or so, that"s all. Then they"ll fuck off for a couple of hours at least. Same every night. Just wait til I tell yer."

Jack moped over to his bed, frustrated. His dad moved the small table back to the wall, shoved the porn mag under the bed and rummaged around for some other things before sitting down on the corner of his bed nearest Jack and very deliberately removing his jeans while keeping his eyes fixed on the boy. His still hard meat jutted out proudly.

"Get yer fuckin kit off."

The lad did as he was told. No hiding his boner. He felt embarrassed being completely naked in front of his dad like this; his inexplicable desire condemning him to his fate. His dad eyed him hungrily. The lad"s stiff dick was of no interest to him, except in that it showed his son was gagging for some action. Typical teenager, always horny. He grabbed his meat, knuckles tight, and growled at the boy like an animal, face screwed up, teeth bared. It was just for a moment, but it filled Jack with insane lust.

"Like I said. Wait til I tell yer." The man moved back to lie horizontal, uncovered. The lad did the same on his bed, heart still thumping. Patience.

Darkness.

Gradually, Jack"s eyes became accustomed to the gloom. The small, high window actually let in a fair amount of light. There were bright yardlights somewhere outside which threw a dim glow into the room. Slow footsteps went past in the corridor. He turned to face the wall. The longest fifteen minutes of his life. He toyed with himself, imagining over and over again the press of his dad"s thick meat... How was it gonna fuckin fit? He shivered with anticipation in the sultry night.

Sike lay with hands clasped behind his head on the pillow. He"d known they"d have to wait until lights out, he"d just lost track of time slightly. Other than that, it was all going very much according to plan. He grinned in the dark, counted and listened. Silence dropped over them both. Finally, the sound of the door at the end of the corridor, then nothing.

Jack heard movement from across the cell and sensed the glow in the room becoming less dim.

"Oi. Son. Over ere. Now." The hissed instruction made him sit up immediately. His dad had put on some form of small light on the table, red T-shirt tossed over it to curb it"s brightness. He was standing by his bed, the dim red light on his broad frame creating shadows which accentuated the curves of his muscles. His semi-aroused snake was only partially visible, the rest lurking in the darkness between the chunky legs. The strange dream-like quality of the light heightened the lad"s horny intoxicated state. His dad looked more like a fighting machine than ever. Like a fucking demon.

He got up and went over to stand in front of the man. Harder. Taller. Older. Stronger. He wanted to chew the man"s pecs even more now, but still daren"t. He"d do exactly what he was told. The man stretched his arms above his head and bent his knuckles back until they cracked. Dropped them again. He spoke quietly and forcefully.

"Right. Let"s start again, shall we? But this time we ain"t fuckin stoppin. Down yer go, kiddo."

Jack sank to his knees, his eyes tracing past those masculine pecs, and following the tapering fuzz of the wide chest down past the firm hairy stomach. His dad"s semi-hard sex emerged into the red glow from shadow, foreskin partially covering the emerging head, hefty nutsack dangling behind. What an amazin fuckin sight that was... Proper fuckin tackle. Surely any straight lad given the chance would want to have a go suckin on their dad"s king-size meat? Yeah, of course they would, Jack... Something deep within his mind tried vainly to resist, but the urge to succumb was much, much stronger. This was the night his dad was gonna fuck him. No goin back now. This was fate.

He reached forward with his tongue and made contact, forbidden male territory his to explore all over again. Eager lips enclosed the fat veiny beast. Fuck yeah. You"re really doin it, Jack... He reached up with a hand to softly caress the man"s nuts, knowing how much his dad liked that. Back and forth his young mouth worked in the dim red glow, massaging and lubricating the monster to complete readiness, feeling and watching it expand and stiffen. Nothing else mattered now. Nine thick inches of his dad to pleasure. This was gonna be so good... His own meat ached, untouched.

The man watched the lad get his fucktool ready with fierce fatherly pride, his son"s cute face doing its necessary duty well, soft young lips tryin their best to please. Yeahhhhh. Straight lad and his dad just doin what came naturally. Felt so fuckin good.

"Yeah, that"s the fuckin way, son. Gettin yer old man nice n hard now, ain"tcha? How fuckin tasty is that?" Jack moaned softly and sucked even more vigorously for a few moments longer. "Think we"re just about there, huh?" Jack nodded in a daze. The man pulled away.

"Right, let"s fuckin do it. On yer back..." Sike liked the idea of simply bending the boy over and taking him stood up, but on this first occasion he really wanted to see the ecstasy and agony on his son"s cute face.

"Sure thing dad." Jack was in a horny trance: his dark and twisted wank-fantasy entwined with reality. He got up and lay down on his dad"s bed, head on pillow, legs apart to expose his defenceless hole. He daren"t touch his stiff member.

The man reached down for something - the bottle of massage oil - and poured some into one cupped palm. He placed himself in position on the bed, chunky thighs pinioning the lad"s pert behind. Jack put his spread legs so that his heels were almost behind his dad"s lower back. He looked up in wonder at his muscled father figure: this was just how he"d imagined it. This was fuckin perfect.

"Let"s get you fuckin ready, son."

Jack felt the man spreading oil on his hole, and a couple of rough fingers rubbing all around it. Oh fuck. No one had ever touched him there before... Felt so fuckin weird. Dirty. Then a lubed up index finger began to penetrate, pushing insistently at the ring of muscle which had to admit the intruder. The lad stared, open mouthed, unable to process the sensation. The finger went deeper.

"Fuck... Oh fuck..." Please dad, take it easy...

"Yeahhh. You like that, do yer kiddo?" Sike applied more oil, working him with two fingers now. Probing. Teasing. Looking lustfully at his son"s tender tight hole.

"Nnnnghhh." Jack stared at him in desperation. Scared. Buzzed up. On heat. No goin back now... He looked down to see the chunky tattooed forearm at work.

"This is what real dads do, son... Show their lads how it"s fuckin done. I"m gonna fuckin show you alright... Gonna get the fuck of your life."

The man"s sexy words surrounded Jack, sending his mind into horny overdrive. Yeahhh, young straight lads like him had to be shown. Taught a lesson. He was close to hyperventilating now, his voice a husky whisper.

"Come on dad, give it to me..."

The man fixed him with an intense stare, his voice deadly serious. "Oh don"t you worry, son, I will. You"re gonna fuckin get it."

Jack felt the aggression fire him up even further. His dick twitched, eager to be touched. "Yeahhh..."

His dad removed his fingers and began smearing the remaining oil over his engorged meat, enjoying how good it felt in his slick hand. It was gonna feel even better in a minute... Jack watched the fearsome weapon being prepped in the dim red glow. Look at the fuckin size of it. Fear and desire impossibly intertwined in his nervous body. This couldn"t really be happening, could it? He touched his own meat briefly, a jolt of pleasure and guilt. He mustn"t show his dad how badly he wanted this. Heart beating fast and furious, he took his hand away.

The man looked at his son. The lean, defined picture of youth. Smooth and vulnerable. Nervous excitement in his cute face. Yeah, he was gonna fuckin give it to him... You"re a bad dad, Sike. He carefully inched forward a fraction to place his mighty fuck snake in position, making sure it was in exactly the right place. The shiny head pressed against the lad"s tender hole, invasion imminent. Jack felt it there and bit his lip. Shadowed contours of hairy muscle towered over him. Still feelin lucky, Jack?

"Here we fuckin go, son."

Looking carefully at where his dick was going initially, Sike pressed foward real slow. Yeahhhh. Fuck time. There was only the slightest resistance then the shiny head squeezed in. Jack felt the pressure and then the shock of it opening him up. He gasped, wide-eyed. The man growled at his boy, eyes narrowed. He was fuckin in there. Finally. It was so fuckin tight. YEAHHHHHHHH. He eased forward slowly, grim determination on his face, mightily turned on by the act, the sensation, the lad"s tense expression...

"Oh you"re so fuckin tight son. This is gonna be reeeeal good..."

The lad watched awestruck as the man took complete control of him, inching in with terrifying inevitability. You"re gettin fucked, Jack. This is what it"s all about. Fucked by yer tough-nut prison dad. Fuck yeahhh. Fantasy into reality... That massive straight dick being forced up yer tight hole. Really gettin it. Oh yeah. Incredible. Hurts. Hurts. So. Good...

"Fuckin. Hell. Dad. Nnnnghhhhhh..."

It was really fuckin happenin. Really. Fuckin. Happenin. Fuckin brutal.

"Feels fuckin nice, don"t it?" The man watched his son struggle to cope beneath him with horny satisfaction. So he fuckin should. It was all about the conquest for him; demonstrating his superiority to the lad. He nudged his meat deeper still.

"Nnnnghhhh. Yeah."

"You fuckin wanted it son."

Jack"s head swam. He still did, even though the sinking realisation was dawning that he may have just made the biggest mistake of his life in admitting it. This was never gonna work... He was just too tight... His dad"s big dick was gonna rip him apart.

"Fuckin. Still. Do."

He gazed at the muscular body overpowering him, the powerful sweep of fuzzy torso down to where that hot meat was being driven remorselessly in. It all looked so fuckin horny and he wanted his dad inside him so bad. The man leaned forward and placed rough hands on the boy"s smooth defined chest, pinning him down firmly. He began to make slow sensuous thrusts, working his tool ever deeper.

"This is just the fuckin start, kiddo. When I"ve done birds they usually end up fuckin beggin me for mercy... Know what I"m sayin? You gonna show yer dad you can take it?"

Jack nodded. "Nghh... Yeahhh." The pain and pleasure of his submission was extreme. Inhibition and reason slipping away, he reached up to grip the bulging biceps of a tattooed arm. His well-hard dad. The contrast of his smooth defined muscle against the hairy tattooed hulk set his desire blazing faster. It was really fuckin happenin. You"re gettin shafted, Jack, just like that bird... Fuckin gettin what you wanted... Now fuckin relax and take it... Confused and horny, he spread his legs that little bit wider and gritted his teeth.

His dad felt the shift and nodded his approval. "Yeah, that"s the fuckin way son... Give it up for yer old man. Yer dad"s fuckin doin yer now. Fuckin loosenin you up with his big dick."

Only another few inches to go... Sike forced it in to the very base, eliciting a gasp from the boy.

"Yeaaahhhh. You"re fuckin takin it all now. How about that?"

Jack moaned softly. His hole was being stretched wider than he could ever have imagined. He felt the man"s hard length reaching into his gut. It burned. Nothing could have prepared him for this. He was fuckin trapped now.

"The whole of yer dad"s big dick inside yer... Yer doin real good, son."

"Nnnnnghhh. Feels. Amazin."

The man was filled with a fierce unquenchable lust. He knew his lad was taking it for the first time and was gonna take a little while to adjust. He held it there, looking down at the dark wiry fuzz of his crotch up against smooth young cheeks. Yeahhhh. His fat hard tool right in there, nice n deep. In control. He looped his arms under the lad"s legs to push them right back and leant right over the boy menacingly in the dim red glow now, hands placed either side, his close range stare pinning the boy down as much as the weight of his well-muscled frame.

"Ever thought it"d be as good as this, son?"

He began to gently thrust his full length in long smooth strokes. The lad had the look of an animal, staring into his eyes with a glazed hunted expression. Fuckin yer own son, eh Sike? Who"da fuckin thought it. Yer a twisted fucker. But then again... It was about fuckin time. Years of frustration for some fuckin action, finally being released with some horny straight lad violation. Fuck yeahhhh.

"Never... Thought..."

Jack struggled to answer the question: the sensation was too extreme. The man"s sex felt like a shaft of fire in him. Maybe this is hell, he thought in his drunken horny state, maybe this will never end... Forcefucked forever. He looked down the chunky torso through the red tinged gloom to the steady flex of muscle below, working his tight hole. The fuckin sight of it. A real man fucking him... His dad fucking him... So unbelievably horny. He instinctively reached for his dick and began to squeeze the head, the good sensations making the fire easier to deal with. He was giving out soft little moans on every thrust now.

"Think you might be wantin this every week too, huh? Yer dad needs a good fuck every now and again, y"know."

"Sure... Thing... Dad."

"It can be a treat for yer at weekends, how about that?" Sike grinned inwardly at his own nasty inventiveness. Makin it sound like a fuckin trip to see the footie or something. Hehehe.

"Yeahhh... d"like that." Oh fuck. This was gonna happen again and again and again. He knew his dad meant exactly what he said. His horny confusion magnified.

"You"ll still get fed durin the week though. Don"t you fuckin worry about that."

Jack didn"t doubt it for a second. As the minutes passed, he felt the speed and intensity nudging upwards and his moans increasing in pitch and volume, punctuated with short sharp intakes of breath. His battered rear was now being rammed with some considerable force by his mean n muscled dad and the fire inside was building. The dull slap and slosh of ferocious penetration broke the night"s hush, the man talking low n dirty to him as he always did.

"Think you like takin it from yer dad, don"tcha son... You like getting fucked by yer old man?"

"Nnnnnnghhh."

"Yeahhhh. Feel that motherfuckin dick inside yer. All the fuckin way."

"Nnn... Nnnggh. Yeahhhh."

"I"m takin you the fuckin distance, son. Doesn"t get better than this..."

Jack"s tormented mind was full of his dad"s brutal strength, the older man"s hard muscular body workin him mercilessly in the dim red glow. Maybe this really was hell. It was fuckin intense. TOO fuckin intense... He could hear the increasing urgency of his own moans and was unable to stop himself making them. No control. Fear and violence sliced into his horny teenage head... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... You"re bein fuckin assaulted, Jack... And you fuckin asked for it... He gripped the chunky arm harder and stared desperately into his dad"s mean stubbled face. How long was this gonna go on for? How bad was it gonna get? You really thought you could take it, Jack... You fuckin idiot...

"Dad..."

"Yeah?"

"Can we... Nnnnghh... Slow down... Nnngh... A bit."

Sike paused for a moment, his chunky meat lodged in deep. The pleading look on his son"s face gave him a surge of sadistic pleasure.

"Please dad?"

The man narrowed his eyes again. He knew this was coming. Knew he"d take his son to the edge soon enough... Well, they were gonna fuckin stay there now. No goin back. He was just gonna have to learn that his dad played hard and fucked hard. He pushed the lad"s arm roughly away and leaned over so that his own face was right close to the lad"s.

"Nahhh, you fuckin wanted it, son, so I"m givin it to yer. I warned yer, dint I? Dint I?"

The anger in the man"s voice and expression was not to be argued with and Jack knew he shouldn"t have even asked. Bad boy, Jack. A dry gulp. He nodded meekly in defeat.

"Open yer gob." Jack did as he was told and the man spat directly into his mouth. Intimidation and possession, rolled into one. Jack had no choice but to accept. His dad glared at him for a few seconds and did it again.

"Yeah, that"s right. I"m in charge ere son. Don"t you fuckin forget it. Shut yer fuckin gob and take what you"re given. You wanted to get fucked by yer dad? Well, this is what it"s like. Fuckin live with it."

The man raised himself back again to his previous position and continued to glare at the boy. The assault resumed, swiftly becoming as ferocious as before. Jack savoured his dad"s spit. He felt feverish. His meat had gone semi-soft with fear and he squeezed it for some reassurance.

"Nnnn... Nnnghhh. Sorry dad."

"You will be."

The lad stared down the firm fuzzy body again as the man"s dangerous weapon went relentlessly to work on him. He couldn"t deny his dark desire to have his tough-nut dad inside him, and yeah, this was what it was like. This was just what it was like. Live with it, Jack. He tuned back into the wank-fantasy which had turned him on so much and made him want to submit to this ordeal in the first place... The unbearably horny idea of his straight prison thug dad offering him a chance to experience a raw fuck from a real man. Yeahhhhhh. The real fuckin deal. Tattooed muscly fighter doin him like that horny bitch in the porn mag. Fuck yeahhhh. Undeniable pleasure flooded into his hand and head. The fire still burned but he found he could just about override it. A kind of dreamy acceptance descended over him. Yeah, this is what it"s like, Jack. Never gonna be easy, was it?

He was still moaning loudly all the while with each deep firm thrust. The speed increased still further. The man rested most of his weight on his right arm and placed the wrist of his other arm over the lad"s mouth, forcing both his smooth legs up a little further as he did so.

"Bite on that son. We don"t wanna make too much noise, eh?"

Jack nodded eagerly. His mouth clamped on to firm hairy muscle.

"Told you I"d give yer the fuck o your life, dint I? Nothin feels quite like yer dad"s big dick, huh?"

A muffled moan from the boy in response, his cute face in the dim red glow looking imploringly at him. Perfect.

"Yeahhh... This was always gonna happen, kiddo. Just how things are meant to be, y"know? You and me..."

Fuck, that pussy hole felt sweet; he"d loosened it up good and proper. Sike, you always were a fuckin stud. Yeahhhh. The lad would never forget this night as long as he lived...

"Still gonna look after you, son, don"t you worry. You just gotta learn to take the rough with the smooth, y"know? I"m the best fuckin dad you"ll ever have."

Jack felt the force of the man"s tough love sear him. The meaty snake slid back and forth, brutal and unstoppable. The fire in his hot hole was being replaced by a kind of numbness which was proving easier for him to deal with. He rubbed himself with growing pleasure as the fuck began to shift up another gear. Oh yeahhhh. This was the real fuckin deal. Him and his dad, together at last. Dad showin him how it was done with that mighty motherfuckin tool. They were really fuckin doin it. He chewed urgently on the firm muscle pushing down on his face. He"d show his dad what he was made of.

"Fuckin good, innit?" Sike gave him a slightly malicious grin.

The boy nodded passionately in his drunken daze, still moaning with each thrust. Yeah. Fuckin good torture, more like. But it was gettin better n better. Startin to feel soooo good now... He was really takin it, like a good boy. Doin what he was told.

"Fuck yeahhh. Dad"s showin yer now, huh? This is what it"s really like." He drilled his stare into the lad"s cute young face. "You"re lovin it, intcha? Takin it like that dirty bitch..."

Jack shifted his head a little so he could speak. "Nnnn... You"re the... Nnnngh... Fuckin man, dad... Nnnnnnnnghhhh" He chewed again at the man"s hard, hairy forearm flesh and his moans continued.

Sike snarled at him, nostrils flared, teeth bared. The minutes rolled by, feeling like hours to Jack, the powerful assault on his rear becoming more urgent as the finish line neared. The man was sweating with the exertion of keeping his hefty body in position supported mostly by the one arm. It was like a work-out in itself, but he knew it was a good show for the lad to see how fit his dad was, so he stuck with it a bit longer. Sweat dripped from his forehead on to the lad"s face. Deep animal grunts and muffled moans filled the cell.

Jack knew his dad was gettin close, because he could tell by the look on his face and the noises he was makin. Fuck yeah. He realised with a jolt that it meant a load of fresh cum was about to be shot up his hole. Fuck. He hadn"t really thought about that. Like his dad was breedin with him or somethin... Yeaahhh... So horny and dirty.

"Yeahhh, you"re fuckin takin it now, intcha? Almost there, son..."

The heat of the room seemed to intensify, the dim red glow illuminating the hot fuck"s inevitable conclusion. Nothing else existed.

The man"s lustful imagination was filled with the thought of pumping his seed into the smooth, defenceless youth beneath him. He was the fuckin man alright. Tough. Dominating. He took his arm away from the lad"s mouth to hear him moan properly again - fuck the screws - and sat up for a moment, glancing down to look again at his mature veiny manhood violating the boy. Oh yeahhh... Fuckin look at that... Dad meat pluggin his son"s virgin hole. He kept his lad"s legs wide in mid-air with his arms and leaned forward to pin down those smooth, young arms against the bed, wanting to prevent the lad from pleasuring himself. This was about what he wanted now and he was gonna cum. The boy had to learn to wait until his dad was fully satisfied.

Jack"s horny young mind was buzzing wildly at the reality of the raw and ferocious fuck and the weight of the hard man forcing him down. Total straight male domination. His dad"s engorged manhood rammed him over and over, his own dick forcibly abandoned by the tight grip on his upper arms, taut tattooed muscle keeping him in place. He gazed at the scar on the man"s thick neck, down to the firm rounded fuzzy pecs - fuck he wanted to chew on those nipples so much - down to where that big dick was workin his hole like it was a fuckin pussy. His strong prison dad was really givin it to him.

"Yeaaahhhh. You fuckin like that?"

"Nnnnghhh. Yeah... Harder... Dad."

"Gonna shoot you full o my cum any minute, son. You ready for that?"

Sexy dominant aggression filled Jack"s skull and vision. His own meat denied, he was being forced to concentrate completely on his tough-nut dad"s satisfaction, the hardness of him, his hot cum... He"s a real fuckin man, your dad is, Jack. Yeahhhh. He was fuckin ready alright. He could almost taste the man"s hot juice in his gob.

"Oh yeah. Please dad. I want it all."

Sike was on fire, his groin a steely machine, muscles workin overtime to pound the lad"s rear end, nutsack banging against smooth skin. So unbelievably fuckin good. It had been far too long...

"You"re gonna fuckin get it, son."

"Yeah, go on dad. Fuckin shoot yer load in me..."

Sike nodded fiercely. Nearly fuckin there... The lad was fuckin takin it all, his dad"s big straight dick riding him like a horny bitch. Cute little fucker. Takin it.

"Oh yeah. Oh yeahhhh. Fuck yeahhhh. I"m fuckin comin, son..."

Dad and son united in sex. They stared at each other in the hellish gloom, Sike breathing heavily as he tipped over the edge, eyes glazing over, Jack moaning frantically as the king-size meat made it"s last few savage thrusts inside him. The excitement of feeling his dad pinning him down ready to unload filled him with a sudden fierce pride. His dad was about to shoot in him... This was the real thing. This was the REAL FUCKIN THING.

"Go for it, dad. Yeahhh..."

"Uuuurrrrrrghhhhhhhhhh..."

The man"s muscled body shivered with ecstasy as he began to pump the cum from his nuts. Fuckin givin it to him. He rammed it one last time to the base and stayed there. Total satisfaction. Shootin it...

Jack felt the hot nutsack pressing against his skin and the pulsing of thick meat inside as the seed was released. Injection of pure masculinity from his tough-nut dad. Felt so fuckin RIGHT. He moaned his approval, high with horny relief at his dad"s climax, drenched in testosterone and sweat. Fuckin hot. So fuckin hot. The perfect moment stretched out into the heavy night. He could hardly believe what had just taken place. He"d fuckin takin it like that bird in the porn mag. Yeahhhh... Good boy, Jack. Did yer dad proud, dintcha? Dintcha? His dick yearned for release, but it could wait. He watched his dad keenly.

Sike was savouring his moment of triumph. He breathed in and out loudly and stared down at his conquest in the aftermath, beads of sweat dripping on the boy. That had been too fuckin good. He nodded at the lad, a broad grin breaking out on his rough face.

"Told yer it"d be the fuck of your life, son. What do ya reckon?"

Jack stared at him in rampant horny submission, pinned to the bed, fists clenched, shaking slightly with the intensity of the experience. That straight meat was still lodged right up inside him, feeling like it had always belonged there. Yeahhhh... The fuck of his life... That was an understatement. How fuckin lucky are you, Jack? He grinned back.

"Yeah. You"re fuckin good, dad."

PRISON DAD - PART FOUR

Another week. The third. Early morning. Jack is dreaming...

He walks through a long deserted corridor which seems to stretch on forever. It feels like his old high school, even though it doesn"t look very much like it. Where is everyone? He speeds up, sensing something following. Doesn"t want to look. Breaks into a run. Some red double doors. Locked. Tugs at them furiously. Open you fuckers. Bursts through to yet more corridor. Still running. Another set of locked doors. They don"t open, no matter how desperately he kicks at them. Turns round. An explosion of light.

Now he"s in a small arena of some kind. A handsome young matador faces a large dark brown bull, people crowding around the arena to witness the spectacle. No one can see Jack there observing the action. The young man dodges the bull"s horns again and again, but he has no weapon, no defence except his agility. There can only be one winner here. The bull catches his side and he goes flying into the dust. He scrambles on to all fours, panting and naked. Too slow.

His opponent charges again from behind, but instead of goring him, stops and clambers clumsily over his back. The young man knows what is about to happen and freezes; Jack knows what is about to happen and stares in envious anticipation. The bull bends its back legs and the erect shaft, a metre or so long and thick as a beercan, presses up against the young man"s smooth skin, skillfully edging into position. Magnificent. Fearsome. Deadly.

Impossibly, it begins to penetrate its conquest, the great head pushing past the unready ring of muscle. The terrified young matador can"t possibly take such a size and grimaces, his face down to the ground, sweating into the dust. But all Jack can do is admire the savage beauty of the ultimate bestial act. The moment of entry repeats itself in gory close-up: gigantic bull-dick squeezing open the young man"s tight behind. Incredible. The beast is inside him now, sliding relentlessly in. And still further in. The young man"s muscles are tensed in exquisite agony and Jack is totally transfixed. Suddenly, the man transforms into a bull himself: small, dark and sleek. The adult bull keeps up the pressure regardless and the younger one confidently takes what is given. The crowd are silent.

Jack"s eyes flicked open and he stared at the wall a few inches away, reality taking a few moments to kick in.

Fuck, that was weird. That was soooo fuckin weird. The shocking image of the beast"s dick forcing it"s way into the naked young matador etched terrifyingly into his memory. He won"t forget that in a hurry. Trouble was, his reaction to it in the dream had been all wrong: it had turned him on.

He became aware that there was the sound of heavy regular breathing and movement in the small room. Must be the big guy exercising again. Crazy fucker. How he found the energy so early in the morning, Jack had no idea. He listened awhile, trying to get normality back into his head.

Already the outside world felt like something of a distant memory, even though he"d had his first visit two days ago from one of his crew, Tommo. Ever loyal, if a bit dim, was Tommo. He"d expected to feel a pang of envy or something at news from outside, but hearing his gang mate bang on about stuff which he wasn"t part of anymore was just... well... a bit meaningless. He felt like he"d outgrown it already. He"d found himself thinking about Tommo"s ugly bruiser of a dad and idly imagined him shoving his meathead son down on to his knees, pulling out the chunky old tool from his paint splattered work jeans... "Shut the fuck up, lad, and get yer mouth round that. Yer mum can"t be bothered anymore, so you might as well make yerself useful. You owe me some fuckin rent anyway." Jack had grinned to himself, hornily imagining his mate"s confused face as his dad"s prick was rudely shoved in. Tommo, you haven"t fuckin lived...

Turning on to his back, the lad rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He lay there uncovered to the waist, contemplating. He put his hands behind his head and looked over at his dad, the man"s powerful torso moving up and down.

Finally, Sike looked up and saw Jack watching him. He sprung to his feet, now a muscular shadow looming over the bed, blocking the light from the high barred window. Jack eyed the bulging curves of the man"s worked muscles and smelt the sweat from him. A vein pulsed.

"Mornin dad."

"Mornin son."

Sike stared at his boy a moment. Too cute. He eyed his buzz cut hair (as of the day before); his smooth exposed chest; the thin line of dark fuzz leading down from his bellybutton; those sleepy innocent grey/blue eyes... Some Irish blood in him somewhere, probably. Horny. Sure, the boy didn"t turn him on quite the way some sexy fuckin bitch would, but he knew once they got started it would be just as good. No two fuckin ways about it. Being in control fired him right up, and rough, fuckin action was what he was made for. Best he was gonna get. Best the lad was gonna fuckin get.

This morning he"d woken up extra horny and aggressive after some frustrating dream or other about someone from his distant past; the dream vanishing like smoke and leaving its emotional charge behind. The quick work-out had channelled his anger but not managed to reduce it. His pumped up body and mind were yearning for a proper release. Easily solved.

Eyes fixed on his prey, and without a word, he dropped his shiny exercise shorts and stepped out from them. Malicious sexy grin. He saw the lad"s uncertain eyes flick irresistibly down toward his tackle. Yeahhh, that"s right boy. Get an eyeful o that. Dad"s gonna be doin somethin with it very soon...

"Always too fuckin hot in here, innit?"

"Yeah, just a bit."

Jack knew he shouldn"t be caught staring at the man"s mighty tool until the choice was taken away from him. He quickly shifted his gaze away from the long dangling snake, and back up to the brute strength in the man"s awesome upper body instead, the bulging curves of those hairy pecs and tattooed biceps, the scar on his thick neck, the serious jawline and shaved head. His scary fuckin thug of a dad. Nervous swallow of anticipation.

"Guess what?"

"Wot?" Jack feigned innocence.

"You"re fuckin getting it, that"s what."

Sike clambered on to the bed, straddling the lad"s chest. So far, he"d mostly made the lad get on his knees before him. This time though, he fancied tryin somethin a little different to fit his angry mood. Jack felt the hefty weight of the man trapping him in place; now he couldn"t touch his surging dick even if he wanted to.

"Get yer head up" the man instructed. Jack folded his pillow so as to prop up his head to a better angle and the man shunted the lad backwards several inches so that his head and the pillow were firmly pushed up against the low headboard.

The bulky masculine torso and arms filled Jack"s field of vision; sex and violence incarnate. Raw male meat lurked there between the tree trunk thighs. His dad"s big straight motherfuckin dick... He watched helplessly as the man shifted forward slowly, widening his mighty legs, and bringing the sweaty crotch up toward its target. A flutter of nerves slithered through; he sensed, rightly, that he was gonna get rammed mercilessly in this position. Fuck. He could feel the animal heat swamping him. He cautiously laid his hands on the firm hairy thighs.

Sike looked down his well-worked muscular body with approval; yeah, he still had what it takes. He was the fuckin man. He felt the blood rush to his dick. The familiar sight of his lengthy member beginning to harden before the teenager"s cute face filled him with a raging lust to dominate. So wrong it just had to be right, yeah? Like anyone gives a flying fuck about right or wrong in here... The ritualistic act of sexual barbarism was everything he had thought it would be these long frustrating years. The prospect of forcing those soft lips wide with was just so unbelievably fuckin sexy. Every. Fuckin. Time. The stark contrast of his darker flesh against the lad"s pale skin. A bad straight dad reminding his son who was top dog. Just like it should be...

"Take a good look at that fucker, son. That"s a real fuckin man"s dick, huh?" Sike"s voice was deep and deliberate. Authoritative.

Jack had still not shaken the strange dream entirely. It flooded back into his consciousness and he felt weak. Fuckin bull-dick.

"Sure is, dad."

"Fuckin bigger than yours, innit?"

"Yeah. Fuckin is... Fuckin massive."

"Want me to feed it yer again?"

A moment"s hesitation.

"Yeah. Fuckin give it to me, dad."

"Yeah?"

Jack stared, only half aware of what he was saying. The fat juicy dick was dangling threateningly in front of his face once more, preparing to assault him. Serious male tackle intimidating him into submission. Symbol of his dad"s rightful position over him.

"Please dad..."

Fuckin massive, innit... The real fuckin thing... Had to be sucked by someone, dint it? (Yeah, that"ll be you Jack). Them huge hairy nuts behind, waitin to release the payload... Yeahhhhh. Firm muscles ready to flex... Fuck yeahhhh. His straight instincts battled vainly for traction, struggling against the full-on headrush of his dad"s testosterone fuelled sexual aggression.

(Why are you lettin this happen, Jack?) You know why. Ain"t got no fuckin choice...
(That monster prick"s fuckin with yer mind...) I know it is. Can"t fuckin say no, can I? Feels horny givin in to it...
(It"s gonna totally fuck you up...) Yeah, but he"s fuckin lookin after me, ain"t he?
(Or maybe he"s gonna fuckin destroy you...) Fuck off. Fuck right off. I want this to happen. I wanna get fucked by him.
(You mean you wanna get fucked by the bull?) That wasn"t fuckin real. He"s real.

But a sliver of fear spliced Jack"s dreamy desire. The memory of the metre long bull-dick being driven into the matador again flashed across his young skull; the young man about to be fucked to death by the mighty animal. Shit. What a way to go...

Sike watched the lad"s confusion with amusement. He loved toying with him. "Tell me how much you want it, son."

Jack paused and refocussed. Dangerous territory. Despite everything that had happened over the past two weeks, he couldn"t admit to needing this too readily. He had enough trouble admitting it to himself.

"I... I ain"t fuckin gay, dad. You know I fuckin ain"t."

"Uh-huh..."

"Just... Wanna be a good boy, y"know? Wanna show you some respect." This was the only rationale which allowed Jack to save some face. His life-raft in the stormy sea.

"Yeah, course you do... But you like the taste of it, don"tcha? Yer dad"s tasty straight meat shootin its big load in yer gob..."

Jack felt his identity being crushed all over again by the man"s interrogation. Of course he didn"t want it, but... but it felt so good obeying his tough-nut dad; being forced to do these forbidden things. Made no fuckin sense. His heart pounded furiously. Yeahhhh. Reeeal fuckin tasty. The truth spilled out of him.

"Fuck yeah. Best fuckin thing about it... Can"t fuckin wait!"

A confused gulp. Did he mean that? He thought about how much of the thug"s steamin juice he"d had to swallow these past few weeks; how much there was still to come in the months ahead. Fresh cum in his mouth, every fuckin day. The man marking his territory. His property.

"You"re a good lad." Sike stroked the boy"s head with rough affection. He meant it.

"You"re the fuckin man, dad. I can fuckin take it... Whenever you want me to."

Sike chuckled with anticipation. "Gonna do me proud, huh?"

"Fuck yeah."

The muscle man"s weapon was nearly at full charge now, despite not having been touched. The dirty talkin had done the trick nicely. He could wait no longer. He grabbed the base of it and began swiping Jack"s face with dull heavy thwacks. Left, right, left, right. Blood surged. Yeah, Sike thought, it"s a fuckin weapon, this is. Time to do some damage...

"Sure you can take it, son? Yer old man"s in a hard fuckin mood today."

Jack felt the fear again and tried not to flinch. His dad wasn"t giving him a choice. Just a warning.

"Yeah, course I can." He lightly opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out to catch any moistness as it passed, and to encourage his dad"s dick in where it truly belonged. Sike obliged and let it pass over the youth"s tongue a few times. A few drips of sticky juice lingered. The familiar taste hotwired Jack"s horny young mind and he stiffened in response.

"Let"s find out, shall we?"

"Yeahhhh..." Jack stared in horny resignation as the man"s mighty straight shaft took aim. A chunky hand grabbed his chin with a firm grip and squeezed either side. Jack"s jaw gave in to the pressure and dropped open. He watched with disturbing excitement as the hot hard meat pushed right in. Here we fuckin go again... He clamped his lips upon the rigid veiny tool. Fuck. The reality hit home all over again.

"There you fuckin go, son. Daddy"s gonna show you how it"s done. This is gonna be reeeal good..."

Sike clasped his boy"s head on both sides and began a steady, sensuous rhythm, pushing in nice n deep with each thrust. Jack head was locked into place. He couldn"t move an inch except to glance upwards along those awesome arms at the tower of strength above, a menacing male shadow in the dim light, pumping that amazing tackle in and out, in and out. Muscles flexin, deep grunts of satisfaction. Their eyes met in the dim morning light.

"Fuck yeahhhh. "S feelin real nice, kiddo. You likin that? Yer old man fuckin yer face?

Trapped and unable to speak, Jack moaned his agreement. His tough-nut dad was really fuckin usin him.

"Yeahhh. You know just how fuckin massive it is now, don"tcha? Let"s see how fuckin deep you can take it."

The man leaned up and forward to get a better downward angle. His grip on the lad"s head tightened as his thrusts increased in depth and intensity. He begun to channel his substantial aggression into the movement.

Jack felt the long plunging strokes bashing the back of his mouth and his gag reflex tried to kick in. He used all his experience of the past few weeks to attempt to relax and let the invader search out his throat, but this was a new position with virtually no room for manoeuvre. The monstrous male member plunged relentlessly on, the man"s sweaty crotch coming up toward his face, the bristle of his wiry fuzz, swinging nutsack against his chin, hot meaty hands pushing tight against his head. Pounding claustrophobic heat and darkness. Ever harder. Ever deeper. He moaned again. His face was gettin pulverized by the beast.

"Now you"re really feelin it, aintcha? How fuckin good is that?" Sike chuckled.

Jack moaned again, his mind on a knife edge: one side indescribable pleasure at the extreme intensity of it all, the other side sheer raving insanity. He wanted to please his dad so much, but he was coming up against the limit of what he could handle. He could barely breathe. His dad was the fuckin bull alright.

Sike, oblivious to Jack"s state of mind, had tapped in to a rich seam of aggro and lust and was really goin for it. He was getting exactly what he wanted. He slammed the hard fleshy cylinder into his son"s cute face over and over again, enjoying the ferocity of the assault and the lad"s wide-eyed expression of confused desire and disbelief. The fierce infliction of his dad"s pleasure.

"Fuckin take yer dad"s dick, boy. Fuckin take it. You know how much you want it."

Jack"s heart raced. He was being facefucked like never before. He tried to nod again. Couldn"t. Oh yeahhhh... Want it... Want it... Please dad... Shoot yer load... Fuckin shoot it... Straight down my throat...

"Your mouth was just made for my fuckin prick, kid. Fuckin made for it. Feels real good bein in there, don"t it?

Jack moaned in acknowledgement. It was true. He was just a kid, destined to take his tough-nut dad"s brutal tool. And now he was also the young matador in the dusty arena... Oh fuck. Oh fuck. No way out. The seconds ticked by into minutes. Jack"s entire world was filled with the imprisoned straight man"s sexual rage and the raw masculine power of his torturous sex. He began to feel suffocated by the position he was in, breathing becoming more and more difficult. Fear slowly turned his horny submission inside out. Please dad... Can"t take much more... A blackness began to descend: he was gonna pass out for sure. Approaching panic.

"That"s the fuckin way, son... Gonna shoot my fuckin load right down your throat. Fuck yeahhhhhhh... " Sike felt his cum surge getting closer and closer. Fuckin ace. He thrust with all his might.

Something snapped in Jack"s desperate and confused skull. No. Fuck this. Fuck this shit. He was fuckin straight. FUCKIN STRAIGHT. The bull-dick was gonna destroy him. Sheer survival instinct kicked in and all other reasoning vanished. He vainly tried to push Sike off him, but couldn"t. Too heavy. Gotta get out. Gotta fuckin... Get out of this...

The sudden act of rebellion took the man completely by surprise. What the fuck? A small part of him thought it funny... Showed the kid was still putting up a bit of a fight, which was kinda sexy; a little bit of resistance gave things a nice raw edge. However, the greater part of him was fucking furious at the lad"s bad timing, just as he was gettin ready to fuckin shoot the juice. He grabbed the young forearms and whacked them back hard against the low headboard.

"What the fuck do you think you"re doin? Don"t fuckin fight me, son. Don"t fuckin fight me."

Jack, his dad"s huge dick still rammed firmly in his gob, continued to struggle in his full on panic attack. The bull clambered over the matador and it"s metre long shaft found the lad"s virgin hole. Impossible and terrifying. Fear filled his crazed young head. It"s gonna fuckin kill me...

"I said don"t fuckin fight me. Are you fuckin deaf?" Sike held Jack"s head and hands in lockdown as the lad tried to work himself free, his vicious low whisper matching the aggression with which he"d been fucking moments before. Yet the message just wasn"t getting through; the lad was lost in his own nightmare, seemingly unreachable.

"Right. I ain"t fuckin havin this. Ain"t fuckin havin it." Sike was properly angry now. That his near climax was having to wait was bad enough; that he was being ignored was ten times worse. He contemplated knocking some sense into his son, but decided instead to withdraw his meat and get off the bed before he did something he might regret... Count to fuckin ten, man... He stood, watching, thinking of what punishment would be appropriate.

Jack gasped for breath but stayed horizontal, staring at the bleak grey ceiling, shaking. The fearful dream released him from its grip, and he swum back into reality. What happened? What the fuck had he done? Shit. The last thing he remembered was his dad tellin him his mouth was made for...

"Get up. Now." The menacing tone chilled the lad to the bone. He wanted to try and explain but couldn"t speak. His brain seemed to have come unstuck. What the fuck was he gonna do?

"Don"t make me even angrier, son..."

Jack unsteadily got out of his bed and stood, naked, facing up to the tough guy a bare few metres away. He blinked stupidly. The shaven-headed muscle man was cracking his knuckles and glaring at him. He looks seriously fucked off, thought the lad. The sinking realisation of what was happening sunk home. You fuckin idiot, Jack. You complete fuckwit.

"So you wanna fight me? Yeah? Yeah?" The man punched the fist of his left hand into the palm of the right, making a high-pitched thwack. Tattooed muscles threatened. His nostrils flared.

The answer was a resounding no, but Jack still couldn"t speak. He was terrified and frozen to the spot. The bull wasn"t gonna fuck him; it was just gonna tear him to pieces. He simply shook his head slowly. Sike"s eyes narrowed.

"No, you fuckin do, don"tcha? Tell you what. I"ll give you a head start. C"mon, hit me." The man opened his arms in invitation, gesturing with his fingers for Jack to do it. "C"mon son. Think yer hard enough, huh?"

Jack stared disbelievingly, the tension cutting into his spine. His moment of madness had got him into deep, deep trouble. This was all wrong... It shouldn"t be like this. Should be on his knees... Should have been a good boy. The still air in the room was heavy and stifling; the grey walls seemed to be closing in on him. Sweat beaded his forehead. He shook his head again.

"I said fuckin hit me. FUCKIN. HIT ME. You do what I fuckin tell you, son."

His self-preservation instinct was to run, but of course there was nowhere to run to. Jack felt the need to obey his dad suddenly kick in, even though what he was being asked to do made no sense. A crazy rush of adrenaline to his head. Just do what he fuckin says, Jack... He took a quick step forward and threw his hardest punch at the man"s stomach. Like hitting a fuckin brick wall. The man adjusted his balance slightly, but otherwise barely flinched. Drawing ragged breaths, Jack did it again. And again, using his dad"s hard body like a punchbag. No fucking reaction. He growled out loud his frustration with himself for being too weak. Punched again.

Sike watched him with fascination, knowing how unfair the match was, the white heat of his temper subsiding slightly. Hmmmmm. The lad could certainly pack a fair punch for his size and age, but if he"d really wanted to do damage he would have aimed for the face or nuts... He was clearly just doing what he was told, knowing full well which side his bread was buttered. He felt a surge of affection for the angry young man: his wannabe thug of a son, making a show of defending his straight honour. Still, this little game wasn"t done yet. The kid needed to be taught a lesson.

Without warning he went on the counterattack, catching the punching arm and twisting it right around so that Jack yelped in pain and froze again. Sike hugged him close from behind, his left forearm crushingly tight against the lad"s smooth chest. Jack grimaced at the contortion and the man spoke low, slow and quiet into his ear. Soothing and threatening in equal measure.

"Now. Listen to me, son. I hope you realise how generous I"m bein here... I"ve killed a few people in my time, with my bare hands. People who deserved it. You don"t deserve it in the slightest. You"re a fuckin find in this place, you are. Made me right fuckin happy. Happier than I"ve been in a long time... But... there may be days when I"m errr... how shall I put it... less rational, yeah? So... guess what I"m sayin is, best not make me angry too often, yeah? You might just catch me on the wrong day." He paused.

Jack felt the man"s breath on his neck, the firm body pressed into his, the warm chest fuzz tickling his back, the press of male tackle against his exposed buttocks. Despite the pain and the fear, the closeness intoxicated him. His dad still cared about him, alright. Young meat stirred.

"You understand me?" A nod from the lad. "We still got ourselves a deal then, yeah?" Another nod.

Jack"s aching arm was released, his body likewise.

"Turn around."

They stood, Jack"s eye level at the man"s thick scarred neck. He looked up into his dad"s eyes, trying his best to look calm and not betray the torrent of violent emotion in his head. He wanted the man to hold him close again... His arm hurt, but all things considered he was lucky to still be in one piece. Sike gripped the lad"s chin and yanked the lad"s face toward him as he lowered his. His expression was deadly serious.

"I know you"re fuckin straight son; so am I. This is just the way things are gonna be in here. I"m yer dad, you"re my son; I look after you, you look after me. Simple."

Jack nodded slightly in the man"s vice-like grip. The man"s dark eyes glinted.

"And y"know what? I"m gonna fuck you again. Just like I promised yer. Tonight. I"d do it now, but there ain"t enough time. You know how I like to take me time..."

A dry swallow from the lad. No fuckin word of a lie.

"And y"know what? If it hurts, tough. You"re not gonna complain about a fuckin thing. Not one single fuckin thing, y"hear me? In fact, you"re gonna tell me how much you fuckin like it, how good it feels to have yer dad"s massive straight dick up there. Yeah? And you"re gonna fuckin beg me for more when we"re done too. You got that?"

Sike liked these mind games, entrenching his control over the lad. He wanted to keep him at the limit of what he could handle; wanted to teach him that a bit of pain endurance would make him more of a man in the long run. Same with their work-outs. It was the kind of lesson he"d had to learn when he was young. Hadn"t enjoyed it at the time, but it had toughened him up alright.

Shards of uneasy excitement scattered through Jack"s body as he stared into his dad"s eyes and heard what was going to happen. He was gonna get shafted again. Tonight. Oh fuck.

"Gotcha dad. "ll do it right this time. Promise."

Sike let him go at last. "Good lad. That"s what I fuckin want to hear. You gonna fuckin make it up to me, yeah?"

"Yeah." Jack looked down, relieved, wanting to apologise properly for his bad behaviour, but unable to find the words. He saw his dad"s dangling tackle below, still waiting there for him. Look at that fuckin thing, Jack. His dad"s very own fuckin bull-dick. That"s gonna be slidin right up inside yer later. Unreal.

"So now you"re gonna show me some respect... Yeah?"

"Yeahhh." A pause.

"Well what you waitin for?" Sike"s irritation was plain to hear. He was eager to unload after the delay. "Fuckin get to work. Everyone"ll be gettin up soon."

Jack dropped gladly to his knees. His rightful place. In his troubled mind, his long lost father had long been his ultimate hero; now he"d found him, thought the lad. Tough, brutal, unpredictable... Sure. A real fuckin man... Definitely. Just like Jack had always imagined he would be. Approval had to be earned. That was only right n proper.

The thick, mature sex hung there before his awed face: tantalising, impossibly real, head mostly revealed as the man"s arousal resumed with gusto. He licked his dry lips and moistened his tongue, with an inward shudder of recognition that this was what he truly wanted: to have his father"s king-size meat unload in him. His straight instincts sulked, subdued by the undeniable... It"s OK, Jack, any straight lad would want this if they"d only fuckin admit it, if they only had their strong hard dad ready to feed it to em... You"re so fuckin lucky. You"re actually fuckin gettin it.

His tongue touched the shiny purple head and began to lick steadily and assuredly all around it. A sliver of salty sweetness from the man"s gaping pisshole set his saliva flowing. He felt like a dog. The ripe smell of crotch sweat again filled his senses. He gazed up past the curved fuzzy pecs to his dad"s moody bristled face. SIke was looking down at him intently. Totally into the moment with his boy.

"You like lickin yer dad"s big straight dick, don"tcha son?"

"Fuck yeahhh. Well tasty."

"Gettin it hard for yer old man... And doin what yer fuckin told."

The lad nodded eagerly, eyes still locked upwards. His dad knew what this was all about. The horny submission was back in Jack"s bloodstream, stronger than ever. He reached up to gently caress the large dangling nutsack, awestruck. All that fuckin cum...

Sike felt the visceral headrush of domination empowering him once more. His temporarily denied meat was surging again. Yeahhhh. There was a look in the lad"s eyes he couldn"t quite fathom.

"You want a fuckin mouthload from it, don"tcha? You want me to fuckin fill yer up..."

"Yeahhh. Fuckin do... Let me suck it for yer, dad... I"ll make sure I do it proper this time..." Jack was completely in his element now; this was where he belonged, at his dad"s feet. Right now, he didn"t care who might be watching or listening. He desperately wanted the big guy to know he wouldn"t screw up again, that he really could take whatever he was given.

Sike enjoyed watching his straight son begging for it. That little incident had pushed things along nicely, it seemed.

"OK, if you want it bad enough..." Barest hint of a grin. "But I"m gonna be in control, just like before. You gotta learn to fuckin take what yer old man wants to give yer..."

Jack nodded, remorsefully.

"Open yer gob and be grateful, then."

Jack did so and the long veiny weapon duly penetrated him, inch by fuckin inch. A real man"s dick; his own dad"s dick. Total fuckin straight male domination. This was gonna make it all better, he knew it would. He felt it sliding smoothly against his soft young lips, stretching them wide. Pulsing and hardening more as it went. Sike watched with satisfaction the renewed violation.

"Ahhhh that feels fuckin nice, son. Don"t it feel fuckin nice?" Jack moaned and nodded. He couldn"t believe how good it was this time. Somehow, his dad had hammered his mind into a new shape, a new way of thinking.

Sike took a firm hold of the back of Jack"s head and started up the perfect rhythm. Oh yeahhh, thought the lad, dad"s really fuckin givin it to me now. The rigid tool slid back and forth, smooth, slick and deliberate. Really fuckin givin it to me. The pumping fuzzy crotch filled his vision, firm legs planted either side, vast thigh muscles workin, stomach flexin; animal grunts from above. Really fuckin givin it to me. Oh yeahhhh... His dick stood painfully to attention and he rubbed it gently. Fuuuuuuck.

Waves of primal pleasure spread from the man"s sweaty, meaty groin, rippling and intensifying. Yeahhhh. You"re the fuckin man, Sike. You"re his dad, alright. He could see and feel the lad"s extra willingness to please. Too fuckin right. Had to teach you a fuckin lesson, lad.

"Fuck yeahhh. You"re takin it good now, intcha? This ain"t gonna take long, kiddo. I"m fuckin fired up." He could try to draw it out, but he knew time wasn"t on their side. His thrusts became more and more urgent, pounding into the lad"s skull, drawing the ecstatic climax near.

Jack felt the pace hotting up and steeled himself to withstand the onslaught. Yeahhh dad, I can take it. I can take it. I can fuckin take it. He knew he deserved everything he was getting... His lips clasped as tightly as they could to the mighty tool, willing maximum pleasure into it as it slammed in repeatedly, the head bashing at his tender throat.

It all felt so much more natural in this position, so much easier to take: no hint of the suffocating panic which had kicked in earlier, just awesome recognition of his dad"s muscular superiority and mounting excitement as the forcefeeding ritual headed toward its inevitable frenzied conclusion. Fuckin give it to me, dad. You"re the fuckin best... He abandoned his own meat to grip the chunky legs he was kneeling at. His dad"s pleasure was all that mattered.

"Yeah, fuckin take that motherfucker, boy. Fuckin take it. Fuckin... Take it... "m gettin close." Sike gazed down with fierce delight at the punishment he was inflicting with his sexy weapon. He was mesmerised by the sight. He gritted his teeth, repeating the spell he"d cast, over and over. "Fuckin... Take it..."

The final straight. Jack had learned to recognise the imminent warning signs: more and more precum leaking out, the huge tool swelling to ultra firmness, the aggression and frequency of his dad"s grunts goin into overdrive... Fuck yeahhhh. Fuckin let me "ave it, dad.

"Oh yeahhhh. It"s comin. Get ready for it, son. Gonna fuckin feed yer. Gonna... Fuckin... Shoot..."

The speed, the force, the sweat... Jack was delirious with pride at having matched up to his dad"s angry lust. Managed to fuckin take it this time, dintcha? You fuckin trooper, Jack. Time for yer reward...

"Yeahhhh.... Fuuuuck. NNNNGGGGHHHHHHHH."

Sike felt his tightened nuts begin to unload. In the grip of absolute pleasure, he firmly held the back of the lad"s head, his eyes narrowing as the fantastic sensation spread through his tense body. His vigorously thrusting tool began to spew out the hot juice. He watched with greedy desire the lad"s flushed features, young eyes glazing with delight as the cum was unloaded, the handsome youth being forced to receive his dad"s fuckin seed. Those insistent thrusts, still deep, became slo-mo, the shaft streaked with cum; visual proof of the ritual"s dirty and vital climax. Swallow it all up son... Fuck yeahhhhhh!

"There you go, son. Yer dad"s fuckin load. Just the way you fuckin wanted it..."

Jack nodded enthusiastically. In light of what had happened, this felt as significant as the very first time. The man"s raw nutjuice was still spilling out into him from the punishing veiny tool.

"Fuckin tasty, innit?" Sike grinned confidently.

Yeahhh, thought Jack. Fuckin is. Some had slid down his battered throat immediately, whilst the rest was now coating the inside of his mouth... Hot spunk there in his gob from his dad"s king-size straight meat. His complete submission to it. Felt like nothing else ever would.

Sike rubbed the lad"s short dark hair affectionately, his bond with the lad renewed and strengthened. He felt the young tongue slidin gently over his meat, savourin his father"s cum. Never knew how much you wanted it, huh, son? But then the same was true for him. Things had subtly shifted these past two weeks. His goal now was to make the boy fuckin worship his bad dad"s straight dick, to make pleasuring it more than just a daily duty. Respect wasn"t gonna be enough. No reason.

Jack gazed up longingly at him for more, mouth still packed full, a few last drops of cum leaking out on to the back of his tongue. The buzzing salty-sweet taste overpowered him, the smell mixing headily with that of the man"s pungent crotch sweat. He gratefully swallowed most of the seed down. Fuckin result.

"Like I said, son, you make me right fuckin happy... You just keep takin it like that, and I promise I"ll take care of yer. We make the best fuckin team, you and me."

The young man nodded once more. Too fuckin right. He felt warm inside. Wanted. Best of all, he remembered suddenly, the man was gonna fuck him again tonight... Fuck him with this big motherfuckin dick of his. Unbelievable. He let his tongue slide over it again, feeling the heavy weight of it still there in his mouth. Oh yeahhhh... The real fuckin deal. His mean n muscly dad pushin it right up him... Workin that tight hole of his good n proper... Screwin it to perfection... Fuck yeahhhh. This was such fucked up horny shit. Him, in prison, gettin his rear end pounded by a well-hard fuckin straight bloke, just like Jack was his horny fuckin bitch... Who"d have fuckin thought it? And as if that weren"t enough he was gonna have to tell his dad exactly how good it felt whilst they were fuckin doin it... Mmmmmmm...

Sparks of aching anticipation zipped around Jack"s mind, forging new pathways of desire. Hard young meat twitched down below. The dreamy image of the powerful mature bull fuckin the sleek younger one returned unbidden... Might makin right.

It was gonna be so fuckin good. So. Fuckin. Good.

Sike grinned at him. Yeah. Things definitely headin in the right direction.

PRISON DAD - PART FIVE

"Kenton."

Jack looked over to the uniformed figure gesturing him to come over. Shit. Everyone was gettin changed into their kit and no-one paid any attention. He reluctantly padded over in his bare feet, bare chested, jeans undone at the top.

"Yeah?"

The burly officer moved right up to him and spoke quietly into his ear. "Think it"s about time we continued our little chat, don"t you think? You can wait here after the game. Enjoy yer runabout..." Jack, all outward calm and inward turmoil, turned to go as fast as was nonchalantly possible. "Oh, and Kenton?"

"Yeah?"

"It"s "Yeah SIR". Don"t fuckin forget it." The man stared daggers at him. A pause.

"Sir."

The officer raised an eyebrow and nodded the lad to carry on getting changed.

What shit fuckin timing. Of all the days, this one... He was still emotionally charged up from stuff this morning and vivid imaginings of what was to come tonight, and now that stupid cunt had thrown a spanner into the works. Well, whatever it was the fucker wanted, Jack would just have to grit his teeth and deal with it. No point kickin up a fuss: too risky.

Preoccupied, he didn"t play quite as fluently as usual, though it was still good enough for him to score. The weather was finally starting to turn; a storm brewing out west somewhere, gleaming towers of cloud with dark underbellies looming over the barbed wire. Muggy. They all sweated like pigs. He saw the man standing with arms folded and wearing a mocking grin and cursed him under his breath.

The final whistle. None of the usual high for Jack, just a despondent trudge. One of his team nudged him.

"Oi. Cheer up, mucker. Probably already happened, whatever it is!"

Jack faked a grin, hollow inside. Said nothing.

All too soon, the last of his footie mates were trooping out the door, Jack being deliberately slow putting his trainers back on. He knew the officer was standing nearby, and there was another figure with him.

"Come on Kenton, ain"t got all fuckin day."

Jack put his kit away and walked over. The bloke standing next to his tormentor he"d seen around, but not paid any attention to. 30 something, square-jaw, hint of stubble, greeny grey eyes, dark blond hair, impassive expression, solid sporty-lookin bloke, not chunky like the other fella; somewhat better lookin than the fucker he was standing next to, Jack grudgingly had to admit. Not that that was relevant. Still a screw. Not to be trusted.

"Cuff him Harry. We"re headin down to three."

"Right"

Jack had no idea what that signified. The officer called Harry cuffed Jack"s wrists behind him and led him out through a different door to a quiet corridor. From here Jack got completely lost in unfamiliar territory: various locked doors, harsh fluorescent lighting, institutionalised fear. He"d not realised just how huge this fuckin place was. All he knew was that they descended at least three levels. They passed a few other officers along the way. Matey greetings, nothing more. No questions about where Jack was being taken. Must be legit, he thought; or worse, this was par for the course.

They finally came to a series of doors on the left hand side of a relatively dimly-lit corridor. At one marked IR3 they stopped and the officer in charge unlocked it, went in and flicked on a strip light which buzzed and flickered slightly. The other one nudged Jack in. He heard the door being locked behind him.

A claustrophobic windowless room about twice the size of his cell, unfurnished except for a small wooden desk, behind which were several plastic chairs and in front of which was another. Jack nervously rubbed his teeth with his tongue, trying to get the saliva flowing in his dry mouth. He yearned for Sike to be there with him.

"Siddown."

The lad, arms still cuffed behind, sat uncomfortably on the chair. The two uniformed men seated themselves behind the desk, the one called Harry taking out a notebook and pen. Jack wondered if maybe this wouldn"t be quite as bad as he"d built it up to be. The presence of the younger bloke with his pen and paper seemed slightly more reassuring. Standard procedure. Questions he could fuckin deal with. Ain"t tellin the fuckers nothin, dad; well, nothin useful...

The burly officer eyed his captive. Cute young fucker. He"d been waitin all week for this, but best to do things above board, with two of em present. Not only that, but he was showin Harry the ropes. Gettin him to join in would be a bit of a challenge, but everyone had to start somewhere. Harry had only been on the job a month.

"So, Kenton. What is it now, two weeks?"

"Yeah."

"Sir."

"Sir." A disdainful look.

"Now I think you might remember our previous conversation?" A nod. "Good. So you know why we"re havin this little chat then?"

"Not really... Sir." Jack deliberately delayed the last word to indicate his contempt for the man. Being a bit cocky was the best way to overcome the fear. He stared him out. Ugly, squashed, rough face, tight gelled hair; neck as thick as his head; hulking body squeezed into the familiar uniform. Shoulda been a club doorman mate. Arrogant tossers, the lot of em. You"d fit right in.

A pause. "Riiiight... Well, let"s just run over the details again shall we?"

Jack realised with a sinking certainty that of course this meant the other one was gonna find out what the other man knew, presuming he didn"t know already. Was this gonna be written up in some official kind of report? Shit. (Fuck em, Jack. Don"t stress about what"s outta your control...) He said nothing.

"I"ve got an interest in Sike"s activities, you might say. We know he organises deliveries n shit." And he"s a right cocky fucker too, thought the man. "So... You must have seen a few things by now, yeah? Give me a little bit of the lowdown and, y"never know, I might think about makin your life easier..."

This was a completely fake line of questioning, mainly for Harry"s benefit. The bent officer knew full well from the Guvnor that Sike had important connections of some kind and was therefore privileged. Nothing Jack could tell him would have made any difference. If ever anything came to light for any reason, it would be swept under the carpet as quickly as possible. But no matter, it would give him leverage here.

But Jack had no intention of revealing anything, of course. He wasn"t gonna grass on his thug of a dad; he knew he was gettin looked after.

"Ain"t seen nothin, sir. If there"s anythin goin on, must be when I"m asleep or somewhere else."

The man stared at him coldly, knowing the lad was lying, and felt a raw stab of jealousy that Sike and this cute kid had come to such a mutually beneficial arrangement. Sike had crossed him once before, some years ago; nothing major, but his pride had suffered. Payback had been a long time coming. Harry scribbled away.

"Nothing unusual at all?"

"Nothin, sir."

"I see... Well, that"s all very interesting, Kenton, because I know for a fact that Sike has made it known you"re not to be messed with, which is pretty good goin considerin what happened to the last one in there with him." The man twisted the knife with a nasty grin.

Jack stared, trying not to look surprised. What the fuck? This was news to him. He tried to look calm. You"re fuckin bluffin, mate... But then, knowing Sike"s temper and what had happened this morning, it sounded entirely plausible. He remembered what he"d been told: seriously lucky or seriously unlucky. Hmmmm...

"I also know for a fact that you"re doin sexual favours for him, cause I"ve fuckin seen yer."

Harry looked up from his pad. Huh? He stared at the lad with a mixture of fascination and disgust. In his tabloid-info world, queers were justabout OK as long as they were identifiably different and, preferably, somewhere else. This one looked much too fuckin normal.

Jack"s hackles rose, despite the situation. He wasn"t goin down without a fight, not with someone else writin it all down.

"Like I told yer before, I"m fuckin straight, yeah? He forced me to do it. And I ain"t gonna argue with him, am I?" The events of the early morning flashed through his mind and he gave a heartfelt laugh of derision. "I"d be fuckin dead meat."

Jack thought he sounded pretty convincing. The buzz of the light filled the claustrophobic room as they stared one another out. He sniffed away an itch on his face, unable to scratch.

"A-ha. So, errrrr... wankin yerself off while he shoves his hard meat in yer gob is what a straight lad would do, is it?"

Jack had to lie, but having had plenty of time to think about an answer to this question if it came up his reply was quick and to the point. "I was fuckin tryin to think about somethin else, weren"t I? Anything to take me fuckin mind off it. int fuckin easy."

The interrogating officer eyed him suspiciously and idly drummed his meaty fingers on the desk. It was almost possible that was true... Still, it didn"t really change matters much.

Harry, meanwhile, was confused; having just assumed the lad was a queer, it now seemed as if he wasn"t. Certainly didn"t look or sound like one, for sure. He had no idea what was goin on. The lad clearly hadn"t denied it, but from what he"d seen in his short time workin here (and from what he"d heard too), Sike was a proper hard nut, bit of a mentallist. Everyone was wary of him. There was no way was he a fuckin bender... So why? Made no sense. Except what... Frustration? Punishment?

"So all that stuff about it bein fuckin tasty?"

Jack scowled at his interregator. You"re fuckin scum, mate.

"I"ve fuckin learnt to act, ain"t I? It"s what he wants to hear. He wants me to fuckin beg for it like some dirty bitch... Gives him a kick." That much was true. What was also true was that Jack got just as big a kick from his dad"s intimidation and domination, and even now was gettin a little hard just thinkin about having to submit to that king-size meat... The fat, juicy dick dangling in front of his face... Gonna make it feel reeeeal good for yer, dad. Fuck yeahhhh... He snapped out of it. Focus, focus...

The buzz hung in the air above. Harry"s pen paused in his hand, the unwanted image lingering too long in his head. The interrogating officer fixed Jack again with his unfriendly stare. The trap closed in.

"OK." He leaned forward over the desk. "So why haven"t you made a complaint or asked to be moved?"

Jack had stupidly not considered this fairly obvious line of inquiry. He stared into the oncoming headlights. Shit. He blinked, twice. Prickles of fear sent goosebumps up his neck.

"Surely if what you"re sayin is true, you"d want something done about it, hmmm?"

Jack exploded with nervous anger. "I don"t fuckin know how things work here, do I? Only fuckin been here a few weeks."

"Alright, alright." The man sat back again and raised his hands in mock defence. "Keep yer fuckin hair on, son... What there is of it." A wry grin. "I hear what yer sayin. It"s OK. Do you want to be moved somewhere else?"

The man deliberately made it sound like he was being helpful, but of course he was being nothing of the sort. It was his way of testing the lad"s story, which he rightly suspected wasn"t legit. The tainted offer echoed around Jack"s skull, taunting him. Answering yes was out of the question; answering no would condemn him in the eyes of the two officers. He cursed his inability to think the logic of his argument through far enough. Fuck fuck fuck. He did the only thing possible and said nothing. The cuffs chafed his wrist.

The buzz was broken by the scrape of the burly officer"s chair as he stood up. He walked round to stand near Jack and stood, arms folded, hulking frame looming menacingly over the seated teenager. His words were quiet and deliberate. "I"d call that a no, wouldn"t you Harry?" He turned to his inexperienced colleague, who caught his glance and gave a quick nod of agreement. "And if it"s a no, that means you"re fuckin lying to me Kenton."

"I ain"t fuckin lying to yer, sir." The lad tried to keep the fear from his voice, and refused to look at him, loathing of the man welling deep within his gut. The proximity was unnerving and he remembered the sudden punch in the changing room. More goosebumps. The summer warmth didn"t make it this far down underground, it seemed.

"Right Kenton, you explain to me why a straight lad wants to stay in a cell where he"s bein forced to give head and swallow the juice. This had better be good."

Jack was thinking frantically. What could he say? The seconds ticked uncomfortably past. He shook his head as if imagining the consequences. "If I move he"ll fuckin kill me first chance he gets. I know he will."

Harry could see that something didn"t add up here, but he felt a little sorry for the lad all the same. Still, the adrenaline was flowing nicely now and he felt like something was gonna kick off. No one else was gonna know if they just had a little rough fun with him down here, would they? He waited to see what his training officer would do. Show him the acceptable limits...

"Nahhh. We could move you properly if it really mattered, and you know it. I think you just don"t wanna go, do you Kenton? And the reason you don"t wanna go is..." He leaned down, voice low and accusing. "...cause you"re enjoyin what he"s doin to yer."

Jack couldn"t help himself. The rage in in his head was too much. "You don"t know what the fuck you"re talkin about sir."

The officer"s anger boiled over at this and he shoved Jack violently sideways with a growl. Unable to put his hands out to stop himself, the lad fell and landed awkwardly on the cold floor, bruising his right shoulder. It was the same arm which had been twisted this morning by Sike. He yelped loudly and muttered

"Aaghh. Fuck. Y"fuckin cunt. I"ll fuckin report yer." All too aware of his vulnerability, the lad forced himself up to a sitting position and glared up at the bullying officer whose mean face was screwed up with ferocious intent. He pointed a finger at the lad on the floor.

"Don"t you ever fuckin speak to an officer like that again, Kenton. Ever. You hear me? You fuckin treat us with respect." He aggressively kicked away the chair toward the door, where it clattered to a halt on its side.

Jack grimaced as he tried to stand up, his head swimming. His teeth were still gritted. "Sir."

Harry had stood up the moment the lad hit the floor, thinking he ought to get involved. His training officer had just asked him to write statements down and do whatever he was asked to do, but this stuff had to be off the record surely? He walked round and stood leaning against the front of the desk, arms folded. Keen to show willing, but wondering just where this was going...

"Think you need to learn some respect, yeah?"

Jack had just about managed to get up, and stood, slightly unfocussed, the hated authority figure at close range. His body was tense. "Not lyin sir. Really ain"t."

The officer spat in Jack"s face. He addressed his sidekick with a sneer. "Y"hear that Harry? "Not lyin"... He must think we"re fuckin idiots?" He slyly winked at the trainee officer and turned back to the lad. "Do you think we"re fuckin idiots, Kenton?"

"No sir. I"m just..." The lad"s mumble tailed off as he realised this exchange would get him nowhere. The spit had run down his cheek to his chin. His shoulder fuckin hurt. Fuck it, let"s just get this over as quickly as possible...

"Nahhhh, I think you fuckin do. You think you can spout any old bullshit and we"ll just fall for it, hmmm? I warned you before never to lie to me again, Kenton, dint I? You"re gonna fuckin pay the price for it now. Admit it, you enjoy suckin the meat." The officer"s eyes blazed.

The strip light flickered slightly. Jack"s breaths came loud and heavy in the small room. He wasn"t gonna give this cunt the satisfaction. "I just do what I"m told, sir." The lad knew exactly where this was all going. He"d guessed it would all along.

"And you like doin what yer told..."

"I like not gettin me "ead kicked in... Sir"

The man glared at his stubborn captive. Why wouldn"t he just fuckin admit it? He felt the fury flare again. "You fuckin want it more than you"re lettin on, Kenton. And I"m gonna prove it. Get on yer fuckin knees."

Jack, his eyes fixed on the uniformed figure, shook his head slowly, even though he knew resistance was futile. His pride was at stake.

"On... yer fuckin... knees."

Jack glanced at the other officer, who was watching his colleague with a slightly stunned expression. Harry returned the glance, and in that instant Jack immediately sensed the junior officer"s alarm and uncertainty. You"re not a fuckin homo, are yer mate? Why don"t you fuckin stop this? But Harry"s conscience crumbled; he knew which side he had to be on here. He looked back at his training officer and kept quiet.

"I won"t say it again, Kenton..."

Jack caved in, carefully lowering himself to his knees. The room seemed to swim slightly. Come on then, you chunky fucker, show us what you got.

Harry watched. Surely this was just bluffing? No, it fuckin wasn"t... Shit. The burly officer was unzipping himself and reaching inside for his tackle. Still soft, deliberately so; the man had the sense to control his excitement.

Not as big as Sike, are yer? Despite his disgust, Jack grinned inwardly. He could fuckin deal with this; he"d had plenty of practice these past few weeks. He looked up and away from the man"s pumping fist.

"You do know I"ll fuckin report yer for this, don"tcha?"

The man sneered at him. "You can fuckin try! But I"m tellin yer now the guvnor don"t give a shit as long as everything in here runs smoothly, so you"ll be wastin yer time. Besides, it"d be terrible if word got out about you and Sike, wouldn"t it?" He stared down, smug and threatening. "Am I makin myself clear?"

The buzz of the light again filled the silence. Jack glared at him, eyes narrowed. There was no way round that one. The fucker had him. "Yes... Sir."

Definitely a fuckin homo, no doubt about it, thought Jack... But wary of further violence, he kept this to himself. He noticed Harry still looking decidedly uncomfortable. Really not into this shit, is he? Hmmmm... Jack realised he might have a little power game of his own to play, after all.

"Good. Glad we er... understand each other, Kenton. So, how"d you like a fuckin taste of this then, huh? Another tool to get yer chops round. You wanna piece o that?"

Harry was staring with his mouth hanging slightly open. He shifted awkwardly against the desk and folded his arms tighter. Was this really happenin? His training officer was standing wanking his hardening meat just a few feet away from the lad"s face.

Jack wasn"t givin in just yet. "Like I fuckin told yer. I"ll do it if I ain"t got a fuckin choice... Sir." The words came out with undisguised venom, and then the grenade... "No way I"m suckin both o yer though."

Red rag to a bull. "Oh yeah? You will if I fuckin make yer, Kenton."

Ha, thought the lad. The idiot had fallen for it. Let"s make sure though...

"No I fuckin won"t. He doesn"t want to..." a quick glance at Harry "...and you can"t fuckin make me."

Harry nervously shifted his balance again. The lad was spot on. This had all gone very fuckin weird. Just a little bit of rough treatment was what he"d been led to expect here; nothin out of the ordinary. He"d been kinda lookin forward to it. But this shit was well crossing the line. Trouble was, he really, really needed the job and was still effectively on his probation period. Things were so tough out there at the moment. Wife n kids to support. Mortgage to pay... He kept his silence.

"We"ll see about that... Now stop fuckin talkin and open that mouth of yours." Jack did as he was told and the hulking brute stepped up to him, his fat stubby meat eager for action. "What yer waitin for, you little cunt? Suck my fuckin prick."

Jack leaned forward and cautiously began to service the officer"s weapon; a slight involuntary shudder as his tongue made contact with it. It was fat alright, and he had to stretch his jaw to accomodate, but it wasn"t very long compared to his dad"s. Fuckin strange having a different piece of meat in his gob. Tasted weird. He licked around the bulbous head, trying to suppress the urge to bite into it.

"Yeah, you fuckin like that, don"t ya Kenton? Knew you would..." He cuffed Jack around the head. "Plenty around in this place who"d fuck yer face if you asked em nicely enough; they"re all a bit pussy starved, y"know, so you"d be right popular. Maybe I"ll introduce you to some of em personally. Would you like that?"

The lad sensed it wasn"t an empty threat. Another cold shiver ran through him. The man swiped at him again with rough disregard. Lights flashed in his peripheral vision.

"I said would you fuckin like that, Kenton? I"m sure we could get a good half a dozen or so together one afternoon; they could take it in turns..."

This terrifying vision lodged in the lad"s skull. A shake of the head in denial. He didn"t look up.

"Oh I think you"re keener than you make out." He felt a surge of pleasure as the lad"s tongue licked all around his bulging head. "You"re really quite good at this, intcha? Almost as good as you are scorin goals. Musta had plenty o practice lately. Hehe." The man grinned at his own sadistic humour.

A clench of cuffed fists. He imagined his dad decking the fucker. Straight down...

"Bet you"re good at takin it up the other end too, eh?"

Jack shook his head again, more vigorously, and made a muffled noise of disagreement. He wasn"t gonna agree to anything this cunt said if he could fuckin help it.

"Yeah, whatever. Oi, Harry, you should try some o this. He"s a talented little cocksucker. Come ere and give him a piece o yours."

Harry was staring at the action with disturbed fascination. The sight of the teenager being made to suck on the older man"s tool was still freaking him out, but at the same time the aggressive domination of the scene was captivating. A straight lad takin the worst kind of punishment. He was slowly starting to see a few advantages to it now: nothing visible to explain away later, no awkward questions... Didn"t mean he actually wanted to get involved though.

"Errrrr. No mate. That"s, errr... OK. You keep right on there."

Jack let the fat prick fall out of his mouth and, despite knowing it would earn him trouble, taunted his captor. "Told yer he didn"t fuckin want it." He allowed himself a small grin of satisfaction.

The officer swiped the lad"s head viciously once more. "Shut the fuck up, Kenton." The man reached down and gripped the lad"s chin, squeezed hard so that Jack was forced to open up, and plugged his stiff urgent meat back in. "Harry, don"t be such a fuckin pussy. We"re just teachin the fucker a lesson. Now come over ere and feed him yer meat." The tone of the man"s voice made it clear that refusing was not an option.

Harry hesitated, his mouth suddenly very dry. He knew he was in no position to argue. He reluctantly unzipped his trouser fly and reached inside. Couldn"t quite believe he was doing this, but he just couldn"t risk the job... He pulled his meat out and began tugging at it, thinking about a sexy brunette who he kept seeing at the local bus-stop... His ideal type. Imagined forcing her to her knees... Fuck no. That was bad. Shouldn"t be rough with a girl like that. He tried to maintain the division in his head between one of his safe straight fantasies and what was happening now, but just couldn"t do it. In desperation, he gazed aggressively down at his prick and imagined it as a weapon. Just like he had once before... It began to swell.

"Yeahhhhh. Bring that over ere. Just take a look what Harry"s got for yer, Kenton."

Jack again let the burly officer"s tool slip from his lips and turned to witness the fit one"s revealed sex coming to life in the man"s hands. Soft, it was getting on for the length of his dad"s, if not quite as thick. Smooth, sleek n cut. One sexy motherfuckin dick you got there, mate... He felt slivers of bad desire and anticipation force their way into his tense body as he watched it harden and grow. Longer. Longer still. He wet his tongue some more and swallowed nervously. Shit. That was gonna go deep. And the guy was being fuckin forced to feed it to him. What the fuck have you done, Jack? Wasn"t one bad enough? He saw the wedding ring on the man"s left hand... Yeah, he"s for real.

"Fuck. That"s a biggun. I can"t fuckin swallow all that." Keep actin the part, Jack. You don"t want this, remember?

The older officer grinned, rubbing his throbbing member. Yeahhhh. You"re gonna fuckin choke on it... Harry"s dick was bigger n better than he had hoped for. He regarded it enviously, wishing he was as well-endowed. This was gonna be fuckin good sport to watch.

"Only one way to find out, Kenton."

"The lad stared with lustful confusion at the straight screw"s sexy tackle, the man"s tight hairy nuts lurking behind, nudging out from his zip fly. The heady promise of some serious facefucking set his heart thumping wildly. Oh yeahhh... Gonna give you the best fuckin blow job you ever had, mate... Gonna make you want more... Fuck yeahhh. His instincts howled in the darkness, fighting against his willing submission to the unnatural act. He silenced them with well-rehearsed logic: it"s not like you got a fuckin choice in the matter, Jack. Prison rules. Power rules. Just go with the fuckin flow... Doesn"t mean you"re a fuckin homo.

Harry looked on, as much a prisoner of circumstance as the lad. This is so fucked up, he thought. What the hell am I doing? It"s fuckin insane. Felt like the light was buzzing inside his fucking head.

"See that Kenton? That"s what queerboys like you dream about it, innit?"

Jack slowly shook his head and spoke through gritted teeth. "I"m. Fuckin. Straight." The officer cuffed him again for his insolence.

"Yeahhhh right. Enough crap already. Open that gob o yours..." Jack paused. Another strike. Stars wheeled around. "Fuckin open it." He finally did as he was told, his disbelieving eyes fixed again on the prize. Here it fuckin comes. "Fuckin feed it to him, Harry."

Harry"s held his breath as he carefully slid the shiny head of his lengthy meat between the lad"s waiting lips, unable to take his eyes off the impossible sight. Oh shit. I"m fuckin doin it, he thought. I"m really fuckin doin it now. Fuckin look at that. The lad"s mouth was workin it keenly, gentle smooth tongue teasing it in just the right way, coaxing it in. Oh shit man. Shit. My prick"s in his mouth. Feels fuckin good. Yeahhhh. Fuckin good. He pushed further in.

"Shiiiiiiit. He"s takin it. He"s fuckin takin it."

A sudden rush of blood brought his shaft to full strength. He began to slowly thrust it in time with the lad"s own eager sucking rhythm. Mmmmmmmmm. That"s so fuckin good. He instinctively reached down to stroke the youth"s buzz-cut hair. Man. That feels fuckin nice. Fuuuuckin niiiice.

Jack felt the thing stiffen up fully and the firm hand of the officer move to the back of his head to keep him in place. A rush of nerves filled his chest and his heart pounded furiously. He knew there was no turning back from this point on. Proper straight bloke facefuckin territory... Forcin it right in... You want that, don"tcha Jack? A bolt of shame shot through his skull, but his dick jerked in acknowledgement. His arms ached behind his back. The taste was sweet and intense, overpoweringly so compared to the bullying officer"s salty edge. He savoured the man"s unfathomable scent. Masculine. Virile.

"That"s right, Harry, you fuckin show him. Teach him some respect with that meat o yours, yeah?" The burly officer continued to stroke himself at the undeniably horny sight of his inexperienced colleague"s first leap into sexual domination.

"Yeahhhh... I"ll fuckin show im."

Harry knew full well he shouldn"t be doing this, but once over the initial shock, he felt the forbidden thrill of violation and the carnal power of his manhood kick in. Waves of pleasure spiralled up his taut body... Almost forgotten how good this felt. Shit. His wife never did this much; she didn"t like the fuckin taste, nor takin it deep. He watched his long glistening prick as it sensuously slid in and out of the lad"s mouth; soft lips makin it feel so nice; keen tongue stimulating all the right places. Workin deeper now, a nice steady fuckin rhythm. Yeahhhh. Pushin it right in. Unnatural desire making perfect sense in the heat of arousal.

"You likin the taste o that prick, Kenton? Juicy enough for yer? Bet you can"t wait to swallow his fuckin load..." The bully grinned, utterly turned on by the hot scene before him. Harry nodded his agreement in a pleasure-filled trance and forced his sleek weapon in deeper. Base instincts seeking gratification.

Jack moaned in agreement. It seemed as if the man"s lengthy prick had something of a downward curve to it and this, together with his recent daily practice, meant it was searching out his throat with minimum effort. Perfectly designed for facefuckin, thought the lad... Yeahhhhhhhh. Never thought you"d be doin this to a guy, did yer mate? I"m gonna fuckin make you want this again and again... The dark trousers filled his vision as the officer"s thrusts became more insistent, Jack actively responding to the man"s rightful needs with all the deepthroating talent and lubrication he could muster, his young lips clamped tight on the hard flesh.

"Takin it like a bitch, ain"tcha..." Harry could feel the aggression surging within him. Jack again moaned in agreement: that"s exactly what a straight bloke would want.

"We can see how much you"re enjoyin it, Kenton. Don"t you worry, there"ll be plenty more o this comin your way. I"m gonna organise somethin special for yer very soon. You"re gonna get your throat fucked raw..." The older man grinned. He meant every word.

Once more the burly officer"s threat stunned him with its sickeningly powerful simplicity. He pictured the interrogation room full of ruff n tuff straight blokes, surrounding him, pushing him to his knees, taking their long juicy dicks out from their jeans and trackies, every single one demanding their meat be serviced to temporarily satisfy their sexual denial, every single one ready to coat his mouth and throat with streaks of hot seed. Hours of hard facefuckin. And when his mouth got tired and he begged em to stop? He knew enough about his fellow inmates already to know they"d just be a pack of fuckin animals. It wouldn"t stop. They"d take whatever they wanted... The terrifying fantasy lodged in his skull. It"s gonna happen one day, Jack. You know it will... He"s gonna make it happen. That"s what bad lads like you deserve... His dick jerked stiffly in fearful arousal, and his smothered instincts gave a snarl of fury.

Before too long, Harry could feel himself gettin ready to blow. He hadn"t had any action at all the past five days, and the good sensations were just too good to resist. He was pumping the lad"s face good n proper now: serious punishment; the real fuckin deepthroat deal. Feel the power of my fuckin prick, bitch... Gonna swallow my fuckin load, ain"t yer? Yeahhhhhhhhh.

"He likes that big prick o yours, Harry."

"Too right he does. Gonna fuckin empty me nuts any minute."

"Hear that, Kenton? You"re gonna get a fuckin mouthful real soon. Betcha can"t wait huh?" He thwacked the boy"s head again for a laugh.

Jack felt the blow but couldn"t help himself from groaning in habitual anticipation at being dickfed. Here comes the fuckin nutjuice... Yeahhhhh. The long snaking dick with it"s downward curve was making slick forceful strokes, the straight bloke fuckin his face like it was a fuckin pussy, slidin back and forth with fantastic ease. Sweet precum teased his tastebuds, making the lad feel increasingly lightheaded, the submissive thrill all consuming, hard male flesh showing him just who was in charge. He could hear the officer grunting with wordless pleasure as the inevitable climax approached, breaths quickening, grip tightening. Fuck yeah. Feed me yer load, mate. Feed me yer fuckin load.

"Oh man, s"fuckin good." Harry felt the sensations spiralling up his firm torso. Waves of pleasure and aggression demanding his repeated violation of the lad"s face. He was a fuckin machine. He saw his long smooth weapon plunging sexily in and out, and felt his nuts tighten in readiness. Jack sensed the moment and glanced up toward the handsome features of the officer on the verge of unloading his seed, wanting to see his expression.

"Oh shit. Oh yeahhhh. Oh fuckin hell yeahhhhh." Harry"s voice was hard and desperate. The officer stared down in confused ecstasy into the wide-eyes of the young prisoner he was about to forcefeed - sexy brutality - then one final deep thrust as his tool began to shoot its pure masculine injection.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiit..."

"Yeahhhh. That"s the fuckin way, Harry. Fuckin feed it to im..." The burly officer rubbed his dick with furious excitement.

Jack felt the tool pulsing in his mouth and stared into the blackness of the uniform in frantic wonder, his face pressed up against the zip of the man"s dark trousers, mouth clamped determinedly on the firm tool, his own dick pushing against his jeans. Total surrender. The slick juggernaut of male sex was lodged deep and the straight man"s substantial load was pumping right down his throat. What. A. Fucking. Headfuck.

"Ahhhhhhh shiiiiiiit." The man breathed out heavily. "Yeah. He"s good, man, he"s good." Harry looked over at his colleague, face flushed, basking in his climax; the inevitable guilt about what he"d just done not yet ready to kick in. "Proper little cocksucker." He looked down again, a few small movements back and forth as the flow of cum slowed. So nice. Jack felt cum oozing on to the back of his tongue.

The older officer grinned back. A fuckin good show; this had worked out just right. He was eager to empty his nuts too.

"Yeah, pretty talented for a straight lad, ain"t he?"

"A-ha."

"I think he probably wants another loada juice... What do you reckon, Harry?"

"Yeahhhh." Harry let the lad"s head go finally and the sensitive head of his long slick dick retreated slowly to the lad"s reddened lips, leaving a trail of cum across the lad"s tongue as it did. The last of the sticky seed oozed out.

"Fuckin lick that up, Kenton." The hard officer watched with satisfaction as the lad did as he was told.

Harry felt the rollercoaster of domination judder to a stop and looked on, bewildered; what the fuck were they doing? The sight of his juice being eagerly lapped up by the young lad was disturbingly powerful in ways he couldn"t explain, but at the same time he felt a sharp twist of disgust at himself for what he"d just done. Denial and aggression interlocked in his simple, puzzled mind, and he absent-mindedly clenched a fist. Punishment, innit? Teachin him a lesson... Yeah?

"Ready for some more?" Jack slowly nodded, embarrassed, savouring the taste in his mouth and spunked to the core. He desperately didn"t want to admit it, but the younger officer"s cum was just as fuckin tasty as his dad"s, and this terrible fact fed directly into his ongoing confusion and humiliation... They"re turnin you into a fuckin homo, Jack. Gonna be cravin a load from every fuckin prick in the building if this carries on... Another nightmarish flash of what he"d been promised and his mind recoiled from it. He felt his head being dragged once more toward the fat stubby tool.

"Or perhaps you wanna get fucked, Kenton? Screwed by a screw, huh?" The bullying officer laughed and Jack panicked inside. No no no. That"s for my dad... Not you, yer tosser. Think think think Jack. Distract him. He looked up at the bulky figure.

"Yeah, bet your load don"t taste as good as his anyway..." He imagined his tough-nut dad knocking the man down to the ground. Don"t you fuckin mess with my son again. Givin him a good kickin. Adrenaline coursed.

More nasty laughter and two chunky hands jerked his head right back. Neck tendons stretched under smooth young skin. "You"re forgetting something, Kenton..."

"Don"t taste as good... Sir." Jack gave the word just enough emphasis to show what he thought of it. The man stared at him and spat down on to his upturned face.

"You"re a cheeky little cunt, aren"t yer? Ain"t he a cheeky little cunt, Harry?" He released the lad, who gently twisted his neck to undo the sudden strain it had endured.

"Yeah, fuckin is. Think he definitely deserves another mouthful for that." Harry was idly playing with his sticky softening dick, the image of it penetrating the lad"s mouth refusing to shift, and the shame at how much he"d enjoyed it bringing him out into something of a cold sweat. Forbidden knowledge, impossible to unlearn. He certainly didn"t want to see the lad gettin fucked: that was a step too far. He wanted to watch a repeat what he"d just done. Relive the moment. Share the blame...

The man weighed up the possibilities. He wanted the lad to feel some pain, but the defiant taunt rankled. "If you thought his cum was tasty, you know what that fuckin makes you, don"t yer Kenton?"

Jack stared again at the fat angry tool jutting out from the dark trousers and the hefty fuzzed nuts lurking behind. Vicious male sex about to ram him. Fuckin homo. His stomach lurched and darkness shot behind his eyes. He knew alright, but shook his head.

"Oh I think you do. You"re a fuckin cum drinkin queerboy, aren"t yer?"

"Fuckin ain"t, sir."

Harry watched, guilt and pleasure dancing around his head. Straight lads don"t like tastin pricks or cum. Course they don"t. Stands to reason. The lad was only sayin what he had to, just like he must do with Sike...

The older officer didn"t see it that way at all and was tired of hearing the same old shit. He kicked Jack in the stomach; not too hard to cause serious injury, but hard enough to show he meant business. He"d had years of practice finding acceptable limits of punishment. Lacking much hair to grab, he stopped Jack from doubling over by taking hold of one ear. He leaned over.

"Tell me what you want, Kenton. Tell me what you REALLY want. You don"t have to fuckin pretend, it"s just the three of us. No-one else is listenin."

Jack"s confused mind wanted lots of things: he wanted to be out of these fuckin handcuffs; wanted the straight young officer to intervene and call it quits; wanted the man to let go of his fuckin ear... Most of all he wanted his dad to teach this fuckin idiot a lesson, but that clearly wasn"t gonna happen anytime soon, if it could at all. His tensed up body and the recent workouts had meant the man"s kick to his abdomen was less effective than it might otherwise have been, but it still fuckin hurt. Ragged breaths merged with the buzzing light. The dark bulky figure loomed overhead, ready to engulf him. He wanted out.

"Sorry sir. You"re right. I... Really...." The man tugged harder and Jack screwed his eyes up in defeat "...wanna swallow some more juice. S"fuckin tasty... " Simply saying it out loud made him feel weak. The man let go. Jack slowly opened his eyes again; the brutal officer"s bulging weapon was once more taking aim.

"Yeah, take a good look at that, Kenton. I"m gonna give you just what you want... Fuckin queerboy." The shiny head touched the young man"s lips.

Jack felt an intense rage. One day, mate, one day... Just you wait. He said nothing.

"Open up."

He did, and in it slid, stretching his jaw wide. The sharp salty tang coated his unwilling tongue, the thing leakin some serious precum. The officer quickly set to work on him, a rough hand against the back of his head once more. Sharp insistent thrusts. Jack kept his eyes shut and his mouth moist and tight on it, wanting the ordeal to be over as soon as possible. This cum wasn"t so very tasty, that was for sure.

"Yeahhh. That"s the fuckin way. Told yer not to lie to me Kenton. This is what happens to bad lads who lie to me." The officer winked at his colleague, who gave a half-hearted grin back. "Gonna fuckin pump your mouth full of hot juice."

Harry was still toying with his sticky semi-hard prick, unable to tear his gaze away from the awesome image of the lad getting facefucked again. Shit. Look at it slammin in there... He was disturbed to find that now, when it was totally clear to him that the lad was straight, a twisted part of him was enjoying seeing the youngster succumbing to the older man"s mature meat. He began to remember in more detail the rape fantasy he"d once had which he"d spent months afterwards trying to suppress. The look of shock and panic as he remorselessly pushed his dick inside, hands pushing her down... Bad thoughts.

And yet the sight before him was feeding into that terrible inviting darkness once more and the spark of recognition sped to his groin. Fuck. This was where it would all happen for real. No one would ever know, and fuckers like this deserve everything they get anyhow... Prison should be about punishment. He squeezed his long member some more and felt it begin to respond. Oh man, here we go again. His hand began to make slow easy strokes, unable to stop the pleasure growing, eyes glazing over as his moral resistance slipped away...

"Yeahhh. Fuckin give it to im, man. He deserves it, don"t he?" Harry spat copiously into his hand and coated his hot member, bringing it back to life. Yeahhhh. Look at him takin it. Horny facefuckin action.

"Too fuckin right he does. You deserve this, don"t yer Kenton?"

Jack gave a slow, tense nod. Harry felt his meat swell some more in his spit-slick hands, a metallic taste filled his mouth. No emotion now, only the lust to invade. Horny fuckin action... He"s takin it like a girl. He added more spit to his palm, and let the moisture run over his sensitive head, feeling the excitement in his bloodstream. His left hand lightly stroked around his nutsack. Yeahhhhh. There"s another load in there somewhere. His training officer noticed what he was doing

"Hey. You got some stamina there, mate. Good on yer!"

The lad opened his eyes and glanced sideways to see, even as his mouth continued to be pounded and hairy hands kept his head roughly in place. No way. Would this never end? You"re the fuckin straight one, mate... Isn"t once enough? But the sight of the man"s renewed arousal sent a rush of furious anticipation to his dick yet again. He remembered the sweet, sweet taste on his tongue... So hot.

"Here, Harry. I got an idea. What say we shove him over the desk and take him each end? That"ll teach him some fuckin respect." The older officer was keen to watch his junior colleague"s lengthy dick in action again, even as his own meat continued to get serviced.

Harry, stroking himself to full hardness, was caught up in the heat and the rush of the moment, guilty conscience now firmly pushed aside and ignored. What had seemed impossible not long before was now, suddenly, a real horny proposition. Yeah. Why not? Why the fuck not? Let"s fuckin take it to the next level... His rape fantasy was reshaping itself to this previously unimaginable scenario and taking on new life. He felt the power in his muscles; testosterone and adrenaline urging him to commit the vicious act. Show him what you"re fuckin made of...

"Yeahhhhhhh. Why not? Sounds like a fuckin plan." He grinned dumbly at his training officer"s suggestion. The man slowly nodded back at him, a serious expression of approval on his mean, ugly features. You"re gonna do well here, Harry. You"re gonna fit right in.

Fuck. Jack groaned down below at this sudden turn of events, knowing there was nothing he could do. He was going to get ploughed twice today now at least... It was gonna fuckin BURN. It was gonna be fuckin torture... But... But... Just think of that long sexy shaft slidin in there, Jack, goin real deep... Fit straight bloke doin yer, just like yer dad will later. Both of em fuckin yer tight hole like a dirty bitch... Two awesome motherfuckin dicks in one day... You can handle em. Fear and lust battled deep within the lad"s confused skull and his straight instincts shouted abuse. No use.

The older officer removed his meat. "You heard, Kenton. Up you get."

Jack climbed unsteadily to his feet. He had to salvage some pride...

"Please... I can"t..." The lad shook his head to emphasise the point.

"Can"t what, Kenton?" The man stared daggers at close range, fingering his tool. "Can"t take a prick up yer backside?" A sneer. "You"ll learn. Bad lads like you usually do. If you make a fuss you"ll be gettin a fuckin truncheon up there, believe me."

Jack did. He glanced nervously at the fit straight officer"s long slicked-up weapon, knowing his fate was sealed. He knew it was gonna fuckin hurt, and knew too that this was all his own fault. He tried to think of how he"d coped with his dad"s dick for the first time... Couldn"t wank himself cause his hands were still cuffed... He remembered just how much he"d wanted it with his dad. That had certainly helped him cope somehow, though he didn"t understand why.

"Over the desk with yer." his tormentor pushed him roughly toward the desk and he stumbled forward slightly. He leaned forward. He felt his jeans being undone and pulled roughly down, cool air on his exposed skin.

"There you go Harry. He"s all yours. Give it plenty o spit." The older officer walked round the desk to observe the action and carry on gettin his dick seen to. This had all gone even better than he had hoped. The lad"s head was nicely positioned to continue the interrupted task. He jerked it upwards slightly and rudely shoved his bulging cock back in the lad"s waiting mouth, leering sadistically across the desk at his junior colleague.

"That"ll shut him up."

Harry grinned back at him then stared down at the lad"s prone body with evil intent, the helpless handcuffed wrists above the smooth pale rump ready for the taking. He feverishly stroked his firm tube of fuckmeat, admiring the length of it as it proudly jutted out from his black uniform. Time to do some fucking damage. He spat twice into a cupped palm and made it slicker still. This was gonna be fuckin tight. He spat plenty more onto the top of the lad"s buttocks and let the head of his dick take the juice downwards, rubbing through the lad"s soft hairy crack to seek out the opening he was going to invade.

Jack, his mouth being steadily pounded by the bullying officer"s stiff prick, felt the moist male sex nudging at his tender hole. Oh fuck. It"s really gonna happen, Proper straight bloke"s gonna do yer... Horny anticipation sent his young mind into overdrive. He remembered the wedding ring on the man"s hand... Yeah mate, do me like yer do yer missus. Fuck yeahhh. Harry applied more spit to his meat and bent his knees slightly to get a better angle. The slick head nudged again. Yeah, do me with that sexy motherfuckin dick, thought the lad. Do me like a bitch... Suddenly, the hard fleshy weapon began to work its way inside, nudging past the lad"s tight ring of muscle. Threat into reality. Penetration. Jack couldn"t help but give a muffled shout.

"NNNNgggghhhh.... Nnnnnnnnnnnngh."

"Told yer you"d just have to learn, Kenton..." The man eagerly watched Harry"s substantial manhood going to work. Guess what, Sike? We spit-roasted your lad, and he fuckin loved it... Hehehe. The spit-lubed member nudged in further still, then back a little, then in again a little further; a slow rhythm being established, deep grunts of pleasure from its owner above.

Jack"s crazed thoughts fractured and scattered. Aaaggghhh... Shit... Gettin fucked... Again... Fuckin... Tight... Yeah mate... I"m straight... Fuckin... Straight... Agggh... Shouldn"t... Want this... Horny... Fuckin... Fit bloke... Fit... Straight... Bloke... Fuckin me... Aaghhhh... Yeahhh.... Mate... That"s it... Screw me... Don"t... Tell... My dad..

Harry revelled in the sensation. So hot n tight. This was gonna be a real nice fuck. He was in total control here.

Gob full, the lad groaned as the firm meat worked deeper into his rear end. He was amazed to discover that it didn"t hurt quite as much as he"d thought it would to start with, though it was still pretty fuckin intense and there was definite friction. Feel it goin up there... Incredible... Motherfuckin straight meat doin him good n proper... Just like his dad"s would tonight... The reminder of that sent sparks of guilty anticipation around his confused skull. His dad must NEVER find out about this... Weird sensations spread through his body as it was penetrated more fully by the sexy smooth shaft, manly pleasure packed into his tight tender hole. His own meat jerked painfully against the front of the desk, as trapped as he was. The pace gradually quickened. Jack moaned as the friction increased, his mouth stuffed full of dick.

The older officer watched the sexy scene unfold with beautiful precision; the little cunt finally getting what was coming to him. The taste of revenge was sweet. He smiled to himself at his modest victory and gazed at the incredible sight before him, the lad"s head gripped between his two meaty-knuckled hands. Fuckin spit roastin him. Yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Harry, square-jaw set tight, was concentrating completely on what he was doing, hands now gripping the lad"s slim waist. He stared enthralled at his lengthy prick as it inflicted its degrading punishment on the young captive, almost as if it belonged to someone else. The whole thing was completely unreal. He pulled out a bit to let some more drool drop from his mouth to his tool, slid it back in and resumed his smooth action. Mmmmmm. Just look at that. Bad lad gettin drilled like a bitch. He nodded debased approval to himself, a half-sneer on his face. You"re actually gettin fuckin paid for doin this, Harry. What a fuckin joke. The sneer became an evil grin and he began to apply even more force and depth to his strokes, prompting another heartfelt moan from Jack. On impulse, he whacked the lad"s behind hard with the palm of his hand.

"Yeahhhhhh... Fuckin like that, do yer? Like havin my fuckin prick up there, huh?" Harry heard the new harsh edge to his own voice. He was becoming someone else; it wasn"t just acting. The uniform was getting under his skin. He tensed with muscular aggression, wanting a response. "Fuckin answer me!"

The burly officer removed his tool briefly to give Jack a chance to reply. The lad"s body jolted back and forth on the hard desk as his rear end began to be seriously punished by the junior officer"s slick angry prick. The forceful smack of the man"s hand had come as a shock, and his young frame was racked with tension. He struggled to reply.

"Uuughhhh. Please... Don"t...."

"Don"t fuckin what?"

"Ughhh. Uuuugghhh. Stop."

Harry sneered again. "Don"t you fuckin worry. I ain"t gonna.." He whacked the lad"s stinging rear once more. Jack gasped in pain.

His colleague grinned at him and cut the lad"s gasp short by plugging his mouth full of fat eager meat again.

"Bet you never thought you"d be gettin this little reward after the footie today, huh Kenton?" A muffled moan. "Like I said, I"m sure we can introduce you to some pussy-starved fellas in the weeks to come. You"ll go down a treat." He laughed, unkindly, and Harry laughed along, not knowing quite how realistic the prospect was, but stupidly keen now to see such humiliation happen.

"Yeahhh. That"ll be some fuckin show... Gangbanged like a bitch..."

Jack felt the frictional fire in his hole building and building as the man"s thrusts became more violent, but he could do nothing to stop it. He"d coped well so far, but the limit was fast approaching. If only he could wank his aching dick... Desperate, he closed his eyes and thought about how his dark twisted fantasy of getting fucked by his tough-nut dad had become reality, the card game, the vodka, the porn mag, the amazing realisation it was really gonna happen, the nervous wait in the dark that seemed to take forever, going down on his knees in the dim red glow to suck his dad"s king-size meat, feeling that juicy straight tackle slowly gettin rock-hard n ready for action, then the never-to-be-forgotten sight of his muscled father figure looming over him on the bed and that thick mature shaft being remorselessly driven inside Jack for the very first time. The most amazing fucking night of his whole life... Gonna show yer dad you can take it? Pleasure receptors in his head kicked in, attempting to transform the pain... You"re doin real good, son.

The fat stubby dick bashed away at his numb lips from the dark trousers, and his neck muscles ached from being held in an unnatural position to receive it. Sharp twinges from his bruised shoulder. He pictured his dad standing there in the cell: his mighty tank of a torso, hefty tattooed arms, thick scarred neck and shaved head; the pure masculinity of him. Jack"s protection. A surge of intense longing filled him: the longing to be held; the press of fuzzed firm muscle against his smooth skin. Pure impossible desire ricocheted from head to toe, even as the two officers had their brutal way with him.

Heavy breathing increasing, deep grunts and groans, the rhythmic slosh of unrelenting male penetration and fierce concentration, the background buzz of the light... Stillness reigned otherwise in the depths of the prison, broken only by a door slamming somewhere and distant voices laughing about something.

"Hmmmhhh. You want another mouthful o juice, Kenton?" Jack could hear the desire to unload lurking in the man"s voice. He nodded, reluctantly. Time"s up. "Yeah. Course you fuckin do. Two loads are always better than one, huh?"

Harry watched his colleague with narrow-eyed fascination, eager to see the lad forced to swallow more nut gunk. His slick prick felt so fuckin good inflicting its damage and that hole was just so hot and inviting, he was starting to get close again himself. This was what tough justice really looked like... Tough male justice.

"Go on, man. Fuckin give it to im. Fill his mouth up with it."

The bent officer"s eyes narrowed with vicious desire as he rammed himself in with increasing fury. His balls ached from the long wait. Not much longer now... Oh yeahhh. Fuck yeahhhh. His body teetered on the edge of the pleasure rush.

"Fuck. Fuck. It"s fuckin comin. You"re gonna fuckin taste it any minute now, Kenton. Nnnnghhhh." His breaths came faster and faster.

"Oh yeahhhh. That"s the fuckin way... Feed it to im." Harry"s eyes glinted, eager to see the humiliation.

Jack numbly awaited his fate. He felt the two shafts pounding into him, the fat stubby one about to shoot it"s load in his gob, the longer shaft doin his hot hole with terrible intensity, pushing his body repeatedly into the sharp edge of the desk. His muffled moans were getting louder and more frequent. Gettin done by a proper straight bloke, intcha? He"s doin yer like a bitch... Hurts, dunnit?... Yeahhhh, fuckin does... Screwed by a screw... The enemy... An image of Sike filled the lad"s skull with sparks of guilt... You"re the real fuckin thing, dad... Still fuckin need you...

"NNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHH."

The officer groaned his climax and hot salty nutjuice splattered over Jack"s tired tongue. Oh fuck. He"s shootin it. Shit. Jack gagged momentarily, and then succumbed to the inevitable and lapped around the fat head of the gushing tool, wanting to swallow it all down as quickly as possible. The strong taste of fresh cum filled his pounded skull. Fuck. How many more men were going to do this to him?

Harry saw the lad gag and stared transfixed. Wow. "Yeah, man. Fuckin feed it to im."

The lad"s fevered imagination again pictured them all crowding around: rugged stocky blokes, all muscles and fists, working their lazy, bored pricks into action, keen to relieve the tedium of prison life with an easy blow-job and some ritual humiliation with their straight mates, Jack the substitute bitch for them to unload into. His fearful and curious mind recoiled at the thought of the consequences: there would be no way back for his reputation, and his dad would surely kill him. Help me, dad... Salty cum slid down his throat; firm hands gripped his head.

"Nice one, mate. Real fuckin nice." Harry was gunning for it now, keen to make the finish line for the second time. He felt like he could, even though he wasn"t used to shootin twice in quick succession. His smooth dick slid rapidly in and out. Mmmmmm yeahhhh. We"re fuckin teachin you a lesson. Takin it like a fuckin bitch intcha?

The burly officer stared down in satisfaction. "Yer like that Kenton?" A small desperate nod. "Good. Think you might show us a bit more respect in future?" Another small nod. "About fuckin time." The fat dick lay heavy in the lad"s mouth, the last of the gunk oozing out. The man had a further little twist in mind...

Despite the chill in the room, Harry was sweating under his uniform as he upped the ante even further and punished the lad"s tender hole with terrible force, his darkest fantasy remoulded into something frighteningly horny and real. Yeahhhhhh. Don"t fucking mess with us or you"ll get what you fucking deserve. His colleague enviously watched his trainee"s lengthy member going for glory.

"Oi Kenton. You enjoyin what Harry"s givin yer?" Through the haze of pain, defiance shot through the lad"s skull. Don"t give em the satisfaction, Jack. He shook his head. "No? You ungrateful little cunt. See that Harry?"

"Yeah. Fuckin did. Ya think he"s lyin again?" The young officer again smacked the lad"s rear with the palm of his hand. Cheeky little fucker.

"Must be. Kenton?" A muffled moan. "Tell me the truth or I"ll piss right down yer throat. Are you enjoyin what Harry"s givin yer?"

Jack mind went numb. The burly officer"s fat dick lay threateningly across his tongue. You fuckin what? As had happened that very morning, something in his mind suddenly snapped, and he tried vainly to free himself. Despite a few seconds of surprise, with his hands cuffed behind his back and the firm grip of the two older men already holding him in place, it was a futile, and painful, effort. His shoulder throbbed and the fat dick stayed exactly where it was. His head was swiped firmly by a meaty hand.

"Fuckin cut it out, Kenton. You"ll only make it worse for yourself."

The lad froze. The long smooth prick he"d viewed with such mouth-watering admiration at first continued to thump ferociously into his sore behind, straight male domination filling him with fire and fearsome force. The other prick sat there in his cum-drenched mouth. He moaned in pain and humiliation. It"s yer own fault, Jack... The buzz of the light once again filled the small room.

"Now. I think you oughta be fuckin grateful when a hard straight fucker like Harry gives you the benefit of his... er... expertise. Don"t you?" A small nod. "So. I"ll ask again. Are you enjoyin what Harry"s givin yer?"

"Nnghh-hnnngh." Another nod to make the meaning clear.

"Nnghh-hnnngh, what?"

"...Hrrrghh."

Harry watched with glazed eyes, waves of impending ecstasy spreading out from his groin. Yeahhhhh. If Phil said he was a hard straight fucker, then he knew he must have made the grade. Job secure. Result! A sly grin of satisfaction, square-jaw tight, he gripped the pale skin beneath harder; felt the edge surge closer, prick swelling in anticipation, gun loaded and ready to fire. Fuck yeahh. His grunts became more insistent.

His companion sensed the time was nigh. Perfect fuckin timing. "That"s more like it." A pause. "But in future Kenton, give me the right answer first time, hmmm? Drink up."

Jack stared disbelievingly up from the belt over the fearsome bulk of his tormentor"s uniform. No. No. Please... But it was no use. He felt the warm pungent liquid begin to invade his mouth, a gushing stream of steamy piss. Aaaaaaaghhhhhh. Hulking hands kept his jaw clamped shut on the fat semi-hard tool as it remorselessly flooded his gob. Total fuckin nightmare. He screwed his eyes up in disgust.

"Fuckin drink it up, Kenton. I"m warnin yer."

Jack, desperate and powerless to resist, did as he was told; he swallowed and swallowed, choking as he did so. Needles of fire went down his throat to his stomach. It quickly mingled with, and then overpowered, the salty taste of the man"s cum. That had almost tasted good by comparison. Fuck. I"ll make you fuckin regret this, you sick cunt, you just wait n see. You just fuckin wait n see.

Harry, his delirious mind now fully initiated into this netherworld of rough male domination, saw the lad"s humiliation deepen and felt himself tip over the edge. Drinkin piss n cum and gettin fucked like a bitch... That"ll fuckin teach yer, won"t it? He violently plunged his eager meat deep, ready to shoot, hairy nuts tight up to the lad"s crack. Power and control combined in his taut body. He was a hard straight fucker, alright. He gripped harder.

"Oh maan. Fuck yeeahhh." Another few deep thrusts. Right. In. There.

"FUUUUUUCKIIIINNNN HELLLLL..."

His deep exclamation of relief continued as he began to pump the juice out once again, straight up the lad"s dirty hole. Fuckin unbelievable. He looked upwards with a shiver of sheer ecstasy, eyes closed, breath held.

Jack heard the man"s loud exclamation and felt the final push against his raw backside. Here it fuckin well comes... One straight bloke forcing his seed into another, the grim reality of prison. Fuuuuuck. The knowledge of what was happening made him groan in pained arousal, knowing that he"d actively brought about the fit married officer"s involvement, knowing that he now had another juicy straight prick to think about, knowing that the bullying officer was almost certainly going to arrange something much worse for him than all this, and knowing that his dad was gonna fuck his sore hole again tonight even while he had to be on his best behaviour... Fuck. It was all too much. Too much. The dark uniform filled his unsteady vision. Time hung waiting.

The rush of seed and ecstasy gradually subsided. Opening his eyes again, the strip light burned it"s line into Harry"s vision, and he looked back down to his uniformed colleague, who nodded at him knowingly and winked. Harry gave an open mouthed smile in response. A tiny seed of uncertainty was already lurking somewhere in a corner of his mind, but the passionate brutality they"d just unleashed was too good to deny. Or forget.

"Think we did a good job there?"

"Yeah. Fuckin good job. All in a day"s work, innit?" The older man grinned at his trainee. Harry nodded. That was just what he needed to hear. Nuffin queer "bout it. "You gonna say thank you to Harry, Kenton?" The burly officer removed his sated prick from the lad"s piss-soaked mouth and let it hang there in front of his cute, strained face.

A pause. Gritted teeth and murderous intentions. " "ank you..."

"What else?"

"...Sir."

Sorry dad. Really sorry..

"That"s right. Don"t fuckin forget it."

The light buzzed ever on. Harry stared blankly down at his hard weapon as he pulled it from the lad"s battered behind, the red marks of his violence clearly visible on pale skin, a few streaks of blood on his shaft. He wiped it clean with a squeezing stroke of his hand, used the lad"s t-shirt as a towel, tucked his tackle away and zipped himself up. All in a day"s work, yeah? Yeah.

PRISON DAD - PART SIX

Late afternoon, humidity rising. Exercised enough, Sike lay on his bed, idly thumbing through one of his bike mags, enjoying the familiar bitter-sweet escapism. He was speeding in his mind, eyes fixed on the road ahead. One day he"d be out there riding again. One day. He could just picture taking the lad out for a spin somewhere in the hills. Wild desolate country, just the two of em, no-one else for miles around. Yeahhh. Good times. He grinned, something almost resembling happiness flickering into his head. One day... He paused for a moment, stock still but for a few deep slow breaths, then quickly turned the page and glared at the words with forced concentration. Don"t start gettin fuckin sentimental. Won"t do you any fuckin good in here.

The lad was late back. Very late. Strange. He downed a half empty glass of water and shoved the magazine away with the rest. Lay flat in the dull heat of the cell.

About twenty minutes later, there came the sound of the door. His boy slouched in, looking paler than usual, shoulders hunched. None of the normal post-match nonchalance.

"Where the fuck have you been?" The man glared, angry at everything and everyone, but most of all himself for caring more than he should.

"Don"t wanna talk about it." Jack sullenly sat on his bed and kicked off his trainers, deliberately not looking over. He brought his legs up on to the bed and hugged his knees, back to the wall, staring into space.

Sike considered the refusal, tapping at his unshaven chin with a meaty finger. He wouldn"t shout at him. Yet. Something had happened and he needed to know who was responsible. He stood up and went over, sat on the lad"s bed, voice low and quietly insistent. He noted the red marks on the lad"s wrists. Knew what that meant.

"That"s not good enough, son... You know it isn"t." Still the blank fixed stare to the opposite wall. "You gotta tell me stuff, yeah? That"s the deal. I"m gonna look after yer, remember?"

A long pause. Jack eventually nodded in weary acknowledgement.

"So tell me."

All the long trudge back to the cell, Jack had been determined to remain emotionless, even though his head was still spinning. He"d persuaded Harry to give him a few minutes time out to clean up along the way (free of those fuckin cuffs finally) and staring into the small scratched mirror near the sinks he"d found himself wondering just who it was staring back at him. Cold water had helped his resolve, but walking back in to face his dad he realised he just didn"t have the strength to fake it. Now he was close to tears, but no way was he gonna fuckin cry in front of the big guy. Be strong, Jack. Be a fuckin man. He angrily wiped his face with the back of his hand. Best not tell him everything, Jack. He"ll go mental.

"One of the screws don"t fuckin like me much. Decided to give me a grillin after the footie. Down in the basement somewhere."

"Who?" The man suspected immediately though... Have I gotta teach yer another fuckin lesson, mate? Wasn"t the first warning enough?

"Ummm... Think his name"s Phil. Right chunky geezer. Looks like a bouncer. Acts like one... Arrogant cunt."

Sike gave a derisive snort.

"Yeah, I know him. Fuckin bender. Not as tough as he likes to make out. Anyone else there?" There ought to have been, thought the man, otherwise he wasn"t doin it by the book.

"Some younger bloke. Don"t remember his name. Didn"t do or say much, just wrote shit down. It"s Phil who"s the fuckin problem."

"Go on."

"Kept askin questions about you, but I wasn"t tellin him anythin he wanted to hear. He hit me round the "ead quite a bit. Had me hands cuffed behind so not much I could do bout it. Pushed me off the fuckin chair in the end. Fuckin arm still hurts." Another determined wipe of his eyes, remembering the fear and humiliation. "I int no fuckin pushover, dad. Fuckin int." Jack finally turned his head to stare at the man, his cute features set in stone, the grey-blue eyes two pools of hurt. "I haven"t let you down, have I?"

Sike was breathing deeply, sparks of revenge filling in his head. He had a sudden fierce urge to hug the lad. He pushed himself more fully on to the bed so that he was sat right next to him. Threw a lazy muscled arm round the young man"s shoulders.

"You"re fine kiddo. You"re fine." He rubbed the lad"s short hair affectionately. "Listen. I"ll deal with him. Might take me a little while to sort it, cause of who he is, but I promise yer, I will."

The lad looked at him, jaw ground tight. He really wanted to believe it, and yet... What could his dad do about a fuckin screw? A sudden replay of the harsh degradation he was keeping secret made him shudder inside. A bitter pill with worse to come.

Sike felt his fury for the bent officer welling up from deep within. How dare he? How the fuck dare he? He should have known what was good for him and stayed well clear: the lad was his, and no-one else was gonna fuckin mess with him if Sike had anything to say about it. If Phil tried any of his queer shit on the lad he"d be a dead man walking... But still, dealing with a screw was always much harder than dealing with a fellow con. Gonna need some careful plannin. Might even need another favour from the guvnor. Tricky. Didn"t want to overplay his hand there. He squeezed the lad"s shoulder reassuringly; Jack grimaced and made a painful noise as the bruise was caught.

"Take yer top off, let"s have a look at that." Jack stood up and did as he was told, feeling a dull pain as he lifted his right arm. Sike got to his feet to inspect the damage. The area just below the shoulder was colouring up, the bruise spreading. He pressed carefully around it, feeling into the shoulder, working his way around the affected area. The lad grit his teeth.

"Any shootin pain in the bone?" A shake of the head. "That"s good. You tell me if you feel any. We"ll go easy on yer upper body trainin for a few days, do some other stuff." The man went over to his bed and rummaged around underneath, coming back with a small bottle of painkillers. "Here. Take some of these now, and more later." He rubbed the lad"s head again momentarily and stared down hard at him. "You"ll be OK."

"Thanks." Jack felt a whole lot better already. After what had happened that morning, he really hadn"t expected the scary fucker to give him any care and attention at all. He got himself a cup of water and dosed himself up, eyeing the tall muscleman reclining back on his bed again.

SIke nodded at the lad"s bed. "Rest." It wasn"t a suggestion.

"Right dad."

Jack was feeling mentally exhausted and gladly did as he was told, lying carefully on his uninjured side, body facing the grey wall, eyes closed, mind racing. Events and emotions of the rollercoaster day sped past in no logical order: Squaring up to his tough-nut dad in numb terror, cursing his stupidity... Being shoved off the chair on to the cold floor, head spinning, the roar of his ugly captor... The bull mounting the young matador... Scoring a goal under the darkening sky, the approval of his team echoing around the courtyard... The fit young officer"s wedding ring there on his steady hand as it gripped the long cut prick, Jack watching it take aim in disbelief... Resistance gone... The insidious threat of gangrape, no knowing when... Evil piss flooding over his tongue... Sitting at his dad"s feet where he belonged, tonguing the juicy meat which had fed him so many times already, gazing up in relief and awe at the tower of muscle above... You like yer dad"s big straight dick, don"tcha son?... Fuckin hell, yeah... And doin" what yer fuckin told... "ll be a good boy, dad, promise, just let me show yer... The strong arm around his shoulders, pulling him close... Serious action to come tonight... Instructions to be obeyed... The two of em locked up n horned up... Again, his dark twisted wank fantasy, reflected in the porn mag, the impossible becoming real... His dad boning that sexy bird on the double bed, iron shaft rhythmically working her hot, tight pussy, her moans of delight... So fuckin horny... Imagining what it"s like... You want some o this son?... Yeahhh dad...

His rock hard dick throbbed painfully in his jeans, desire and guilt duelling for supremacy in his puzzled mind. He saw again the facefucked straight lad in the scratched mirror, familiar and yet unrecognisable; seriously screwed up now, intcha Jack? Where the fuck is your life goin? It"s OK. I"ve got me dad back at last. Fuckin sweet. He"s lookin after me, me him. Nothin queer bout it... Why didn"t you tell him everything that happened today? Scared to... What if he finds out? He won"t... You sure? What if he does?... He won"t. His uncertain thoughts ever so slowly scattered into a fitful doze.

Sike sat up on his bed, watching his son from across the cell, working his fists into each other and feeling spiders of tension running through his arms. God he needed that fuck later... His violent frame of mind had not subsided, if anything, it had intensified; the aggressive mood he"d felt upon waking had been a mere forewarning. He felt like seriously beating someone to a pulp. One thing was certain: Phil was gonna learn the meaning of regret. But all in good time.

Some hours later, the long threatened storm finally approached for real, warning rumbles invading the prison building. Jack had struggled to play pool properly with his mate Rob because of his injury and was feeling a bit despondent about it. He"d not seen the nasty officer at the meal, thankfully, but Harry had been down there chatting to some other screw. He"d caught Jack"s eye briefly and nodded once, unsmilingly. Jack hadn"t responded and had looked away immediately as a vivid flashback filled his mind with unwanted images... The madness of him welcoming the violation he"d instigated... Feed me yer fuckin load mate... The tight grip of the married man"s firm hands as he shot a torrent of tasty nutjuice straight down his defenceless victim"s throat... Shiiiiiiiiit.

Wrong place, wrong time. Nothing more. Vacant stare into space, the clatter and chatter of the assembled crowd seemingly distant, until his mate nudged him.

"Oi. Dreamer. You eatin that?"

"Nah. Not hungry."

"Right, don"t mind if I do then..."

"Help yerself."

Another furtive glance in the officer"s direction. Harry didn"t see it.

Back in the cell, it got no better. His dad was being ultra gruff and uncommunicative as they played cards once again on the small table, tops off, the air stuffy, ominous intrusions from the dark sky outside. Jack racked his brains to think if he"d done something else wrong, but his mind drew a blank. They were once more on the hard stuff (not that the he"d been asked: an oversize measure had simply been thrust on the table in front of him) and fuckin hell did he need it today of all days. Some welcome escape from the oppressive fear slicing into his bones.

He forced a grin every now and again across the table when either of them won, trying to encourage some of the warmth he"d been shown earlier, or at least the undercurrent of sexy banter that often ensued other nights, but the big guy was being oblivious and distant. His mighty muscular frame seemed more menacing than usual in the heavy punctuated silence; hunched shoulders, furrowed brow, glint of something truly frightening in his dark eyes.

Flashes of lightning from the small window pierced the room with associated cracks of thunder, increasingly aligned as the storm approached. The light flickered. Jack felt the buzz of alcohol making his head swim more than usual; he hadn"t had enough to eat to soak it up. Why the fuck was the big guy ignoring him all of a sudden? It was all too fuckin weird. He finally found the courage to say something, putting his cards face down on the table.

"Dad."

"Son." Sike looked up from his cards, seeing again the bruise on his son"s upper arm and mentally strangling the perpetrator.

"What"s up?"

"Whaddya mean?"

Sike"s glowering look spelled trouble, and he sounded irritated at the interruption, but Jack couldn"t back down now.

"You"ve hardly said a fuckin word tonight. What have I fuckin done?"

Sike regarded his boy, the picture of youth on the edge of manhood. Old enough to fuck n fight; young enough to still be feeling things for the first time. Hurt, cute face staring at him imploringly... Needs his dad, don"t he? You promised to look after him, dintcha? Sike"s mind was a haze of vodka, pent-up aggression and suppressed emotion: the first two were familiar enough, the latter was fucking with his head bigtime. He hadn"t felt anything about anyone for a long time. Not like this. And for the first time in a long time, there was a sliver of fear. Fear of things being out of his control.

" "m thinkin."

Jack paused. "Thinkin what?" It was an innocent enough question.

The man continued to glare at him fiercely, swigged down his drink and slamming the cup down on the table. When he finally spoke, it sounded slow and deliberate, as if he was making a great effort to hold himself back. "Thinkin you shouldn"t ask fuckin questions when I can"t give you any fuckin answers."

The lad stared back, mute and fearful. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? He had no idea how to respond. An extra brilliant flash appeared at the high barred window. He glanced up, on edge. A couple of seconds at most, then a sharp crack of thunder. Rain suddenly began to hammer down outside, a barrage of noise.

He returned his worried gaze to his dad, only to find the man grinning mockingly at him all of a sudden, like someone had flicked a switch.

"Scared?"

Jack eyed him suspiciously. "Course I int."

The moment hung suspended as the cacophony of rain moved up a level. The two stared each other out, one wearing an almost malicious grin, one an adolescent scowl. Another bright flash and almost instantaneous whipcrack of thunder, the light flickering once more. Jack jumped slightly, glancing up again at the window, cursing himself for being unnerved. His dad was gonna rip the piss outta him. Sike laughed.

"I"ll hold yer hand if it helps."

"Fuck right off, I ain"t fuckin afraid of a storm."

"Yeah, right..." Sike was still grinning evilly, provoking Jack into defending himself. The lad finally relented, breaking out into a demented grin of his own. Alcohol and adrenaline pushed his inhibitions aside.

"I"ll fuckin show you who"s got the fear."

He bounded up from the chair and shoved the man hard in the chest. Sike laughed again. Jack shoved again, harder still, so much so that Sike fell backward on the bed, but this only made the man laugh more.

"Come on then, you wanna have a fight about it? Yeah?" Jack bounced lightly on his feet like a boxer, ready for action, drunkenly aware that this was the almost exact reverse of what had happened this morning. Kinda funny. The alcohol blunted his senses, making him feel braver than normal. Sike was up on his elbows now, his angry mood temporarily vanquished. The kid wanted to play. Sweet.

Jack gestured at his dad to get up and face him. "Come on, big guy, show us what you"re made of."

Sike, mightily amused, realised the parallel with the morning"s events too. I"ll show you what I"m fuckin made of, son. Just you wait. He got up slowly, placing his cards down as he did, and stood before Jack, casually rubbing his bristly chin with a meaty hand. "Really?"

Another flash, another whipcrack and boom, the sound echoing through the building.

"Yeah, come on dad. Give it to me." The lad"s mood had jack-knifed from despondency to exhilaration. He"d got the reaction he"d been craving. Sike laughed again. Oh, I"ll be fuckin givin it to yer alright. Don"t you worry.

"Right then. You fuckin asked for it." In one swift movement he lunged and grabbed the surprised boy at the waist, hoisting him high into the air and over his shoulder, the bulging muscled right arm holding the smooth body firmly in position. That"ll teach yer.

"Oi. That"s fuckin cheatin that is." Pain partially anesthetized in the heat of the moment, the lad thumped hard at the top of his dad"s tree-trunk legs with his good arm and tried to knee him at the same time, to no avail. The man"s grip had him well secured.

"Sez who?" Sike was enjoying himself now, suppressed anger morphing seamlessly into horseplay. He paced around the cell a bit as Jack struggled in vain. "S"not cheatin. I"m just bigger n stronger. Fact."

"Fuckin put me down."

A little taunting never did no harm, thought Sike. "What"s the magic word?"

"Now?"

Cheeky fucker. He whacked the lad"s rear hard with his free hand. Flash. Boom.

Jack yelped in hurt surprise. "Aghhh. What the fuck was that for?"

"You bein a mouthy cunt."

"Sorry."

"You will be." Sike was still grinning broadly, not that Jack could see of course.

"Please? Please dad."

Sike paused. "OK" He carefully dropped the human load from shoulder to bed, the boy landing flat on his back with a fair thump.

"Ow." Jack, face red from the blood rush, grimaced briefly at the inevitable pain in his arm, then laughed, adrenaline high. He could see his dad standing above him, tattooed arms folded, clearly in better spirits now. Result. "Alright, you win."

"Now there"s a fuckin surprise."

"Hey, you two, keep the noise down". An unfamiliar voice at the door grill, to Jack at least.

Sike knew exactly who it was: one of his main men. No problem. He addressed the unseen officer. "Kid"s takin liberties... "m just puttin im in his place. Not exactly quiet tonight tho, eh?" On cue, another flash and slightly delayed rumble, the rain continuing to bucket down outside. A vertical flood.

"Yeah, well, it"s lights out in ten all the same."

"Righto Charlie."

Sike looked back at the lad, lolling out on his dad"s bed like he owned it, eyeing him cockily, good arm stretched back behind his head, a smooth skin line from elbow to hip, broken only by a small burst of dark armpit hair. You after somethin, son? Wanna sleep there, do yer?

"Come on, let"s finish this fuckin game off shall we?" He gestured at the table, sat himself down in the chair and swapped the hands around on the table.

"Sure thing, dad."

Jack sat up on his dad"s bed, knocked back the rest of his cup. Sweet intoxication. Thunder reverberated in the heavy night air. It wasn"t very long before Sike won once more, the run of luck firmly on his side for the night. The victor shoved the table to one side and reclined, hands behind head, legs spread wide, displaying his confident manliness for the lad to admire. Two can fuckin play that game, son.

"Not your lucky day is it."

A pause.

"I dunno... S"not over yet."

Jack stared back at the topless tough guy, daring him into action, his eyes tracing out the menacing curve of the tattooed biceps. His reckless heart was pounding; butterflies shivering in his gut. Dark eyes glinted and locked on his, obvious sexual superiority trampling over his natural instincts. No escapin it, Jack. You know what"s comin.

The man coolly assessed the lad"s anticipation, sexy brutal thoughts playing tug of war with his self-control. The downpour hammered away at the roof outside. "You remember what I said this morning?"

Only too well, thought the teenager. Fuck yeah. It was gonna happen all over again, just like he"d been promised. He wet his lips. Unable to fight the urge, his eyes dropped down the solid fuzzy tank of a torso to the man"s scruffy jeans where the beast lay in wait for him. Your dad"s a real fuckin hard-nut, Jack. You do what he says... The headfuck of the early morning came rushing back unbidden: the highwire between dream and nightmare, bull-dick domination, lust into violence into surrender. He swallowed nervously, before looking back up again. He nodded eagerly, more bravado than conviction.

Sike nodded back slowly and wordlessly, the sight of a straight lad eyeing his dad"s crotch with trepidation giving him a nasty buzz. He loved being in such complete control. Perhaps a bit more mindfucking was in order... Yeahhh. He narrowed his eyes and felt the electricity of enforced lust crackle in the air between them even as the sky outside once more split with light and the thunderous soundwave followed. His meat twitched. Restless.

"You wanna feel yer daddy"s big straight dick slidin up there again, don"tcha?" A dry swallow and a heartstopped nod from his son. "Get fucked like some sexy bitch... Gonna make yer old man happy? Hmm?" Jack savoured the seductive effect of his dad"s dirty talk, his young mind tormented by what he did and didn"t want. Prison rules... Power rules... Gotta tell him how much you want it, Jack, remember? That was what you agreed to do. He said what he knew he must.

"Yeahhhh. Been waitin for it all fuckin week, dad..."

Sike nodded again, his predator gaze pinning the teenager firmly in place. "I know." His deep voice spoke the truth: he knew what Jack really needed.

"Five minutes, lights out." Barked orders battled the din of the storm. Darkness approached.

The man stood up. "LIke last time. 15 minutes, yeah?"

Jack nodded up at him. "Gotcha."

He watched the man quickly sort the room out, enthralled by the assured muscularity of him, the animal vitality. All too fuckin real. He removed his trainers, socks and jeans, becoming aware that his dad was now sat across the cell, observing him. Jack had on some plain black briefs he"d changed into that afternoon after his nap; he"d felt dirty after taking the officers" abuse and these were all he had left that were clean. Preferred boxers as a rule, but laundry wasn"t til early next week.

"Leave em on."

Sike liked the dark sleekness of them, set against the lad"s pale skin. They seemed to accentuate his youthfulness somehow. Jack nodded, watching the man hunker down to undo his chunky boots. He waited for instruction.

The shaven-headed hulk looked up at him again, expression deadly serious. The uncharacteristic burst of horseplay a short while back had given him a glimpse of something he couldn"t totally deal with yet, and his mind had instinctively gone on the counter-attack, as with any threat. Easy, familiar aggression coursed through his veins, feeding his will to dominate. He jabbed a finger.

"Lie down."

The young man, excited but fearful, did as he was told. He wanted to see his dad fully naked, but realised he was being made to wait for some reason. Don"t ask questions, Jack. Do as yer told. He could feel the thud in his chest and the haze in his bloodstream as he stared at the blank grey ceiling. Thunder rumbled again, becoming more distant now; the torrential rain subsiding slightly to a less insistent roar.

In the sudden darkness that ensued, Jack pictured the scene as if stood observing from one side: the fierce imposing figure in the red light, chunky hands gripping his son"s tense shoulders, hard shaft sliding in where it belonged, showing his lad how it was done, teaching him the nature of endurance. Twisted perfection. Young meat pulsed expectantly. He lightly stroked it through the fabric. A more distant flash lit everything for an instant. He could smell his dad"s presence in the cage.

The man lay in the dark, thinking, angry with himself for feeling things he shouldn"t. Get a fuckin grip, man... Nothin fuckin complicated bout it, is there? You"re toughenin him up. Makin him like you. What he needs. What you need. Course you"re gonna care about him, and so you fuckin should. What"d be the fuckin point if you didn"t? You"re not goin soft. No-one"s as tough a fucker as you, everyone knows that. Phil"s gonna fuckin regret messin with you again.

He thought about the porn, how he"d come to rely on it banged up in this place. Thought about how many years it had been since he"d last fucked a woman, the one who"d betrayed his trust... As always happened when he strayed anywhere near the topic, his mind saw red. They were all the same, deep down: lying, scheming bitches, always demanding stuff you couldn"t give. No one was gonna tell him what he should and shouldn"t do. Ever. The lad knew the score: knew how to do what he was told, knew how to let his strong dad dominate him good n proper, knew the way things oughta be... Knew how to work his old man"s thick meat... The man grinned into the near darkness. Yeahhhh. Fucked up, for sure, but then so was life, full stop. Fuck what anyone else thinks. Make the best o what yer got, eh? He waited.

Time crawled, summer incarnate. Brief chaotic illuminations lit the cell, becoming less intense. Finally, Jack heard the quiet but definite command to get up. His eyes flicked open to see the expected red glow from across the cell gently filling the room. Just like before, the man had covered the small lamp on the table with something. He swung himself onto his feet in an instant. Reporting for duty, sir. He marched over.

Sike stood before his lad, fearsome arms folded, all muscle and shadow, eyes dark, hefty jaw set, bristled face inscrutable, down below his substantial tackle ready to be awakened. He eyed the youth with severe approval: the dark buzz cut hair, well-proportioned face, slightly cocky expression, eyes betraying his nerves, pure smooth skin down his torso, lean young muscles developing well, the narrow waist halved by a trail of dark hair leading down from his bellybutton, those dark tight briefs. Mmmmm. I"m gonna make a fuckin man of you, kiddo, but you"re always gonna answer to ME...

Almost imperceptibly, he made a terse nod of his head and glance downward, an indication to Jack to get to the floor. The lad lowered himself down in a daze. Every time like the first time. The hunger to submit to his thug of a dad overpowering his natural inclinations, making what should be wrong into something impossibly right. He sat on the cell floor, one leg bent double underneath, the other bent in front of him, his forearm resting on it. Snaking meat dangled teasingly before him, heavy nutsack lurking behind, framed by dark fuzz and solid hairy legs. Fuck. This is what you need, Jack. What you need is what you want...

The man gazed down at his son, proud ego soaking up the lad"s admiration. "You wanted to know what I was thinkin earlier, dintcha?" The lad numbly nodded in reply, still transfixed by his fate. "Right. Well, I was thinkin about how to get Phil off yer back without necessarily breaking every fuckin bone in his body. But... I was also thinkin about how you and me need to take this to the next level: this is a fuckin journey we"re on, son. Think you deserve a dad like me? Hmmm?"

Racing heart. A shiver up the spine. "I... Yeah... I think so."

The thrum of rain.

"You do, do yer? OK. So what are you thinkin then? Right now. Answer me."

Jack cast his eyes up over the aggressively intimidating figure. Another distant flash illuminated them both for a second. He felt small and vulnerable, the sheer size of the man seeming more deadly than usual in the unreal half-light, the cold stare drilling holes in him... The next level? What did that mean? What the fuck did he want to hear? Could he just tell the truth? Would that be enough? He could feel the accelerated thud from within. Thunder, everywhere. Unable to bear the pressure, he let his eyeline drop back down. The fat juicy snake was right there in front of him. So close.

"What am I thinkin?..." Find the fuckin words, Jack. Just tell it how it is. "I"m thinkin... I shouldn"t want this. I really shouldn"t. But... Yer know what? I fuckin do." He gave a sudden sharp exhale of breath and a half-smile of disbelief that he"d actually stated it so boldly. Say it again, Jack. "I fuckin do. Even though I"m fuckin straight, I still fuckin do. You know I ain"t no fuckin homo, dad..."

"Yeah, I know that son. Carry on." Sike unfolded his crushing arms and let them hang by his sides, eyeing his lad with intrusive curiosity, arousal starting to unfold.

"What you gotta understand is... I ain"t had no dad in my life for years. Not since I was small." Jack had never admitted this to the man before. "Always hoped he"d come back. Do stuff with me. Show me the ropes." He stared in awe at his long-lost father"s prick as it began to stir and grow. Yeah. Oh yeahhhh... Just look at that, Jack. Dad"s gettin it ready for yer.

Sike felt a bullet of pure emotion pierce him as the lad"s words sunk in. You fuckin what? He blinked and absent-mindedly clenched a fist. Blood surged. Fuckin unbelievable. That was too fuckin perfect for words. He breathed heavily in and out, nostrils flaring, suddenly moved to rub the lad"s short dark hair in genuine surprise and affection.

"Is that right? Well... He"s here now. Yer dad"s here."

Jack relaxed a little at the man"s rough reassuring touch, and gently nodded, with another half-smile of sheer amazement. Yeah, he"s here. That was the simple truth, right there. He stared in dreamy submission at his dad"s manhood as it came to life in the red gloom, the dark shiny head emerging, the thick veiny shaft lifting toward him, inexorably swelling and lengthening to its glorious prime. Sexy threat and promise merged into one: straight motherfuckin bull-dick, under the tough guy"s total command, inches away... He licked his lips, the intimidating close-up of rising male arousal sending a fearful thrill of taboo pleasure sliding up his spine. Gonna do yer duty, intcha Jack? Gonna do what he tells yer...

"Yeahhhh, fuckin get an eyeful o that. That"s the real fuckin deal." Jack hardly realised he"d spoken his thoughts aloud

The deep voice confirmed it for him. "Yeah. It"s the real fuckin deal, alright: it"s yer dad"s motherfuckin meat, son. Yer mouth was fuckin made for it." An eager nod from below. "Imagine how fuckin good it"s gonna feel later... Gonna do yer like a real sexy bitch. You"re gonna fuckin love it."

"Yeahhh..." Jack"s vivid imagination needed no prompting. The early morning vision of torture had him by the nuts again, the victorious bull ready to inflict it"s size and power. Resistance futile. Penetration imminent.

"Bet you been thinkin bout it every day this week, huh? When"s the old man gonna fuckin bone me again..." Sike was taking immense delight in his horny build-up and the sweet, dazed look of surrender on the young man"s face.

Jack, inspired by his dad"s proud display of strength and graphic promises, felt the emotional rollercoaster of the day coming to a weirdly beautiful high, soothing his troubled mind. He wanted to admit all his dark horny thoughts to his dad now.

"Fuck yeahhhh. Can"t wait. Made for fuckin action, innit?" (Ain"t that the fuckin truth, Jack...) "Way I see it, dad, straight blokes with big dicks deserve to get em seen to, don"t they?" He looked up briefly for agreement and Sike grunted deeply, seriously turned on now by the undeniable logic of everything his lad was saying and what they were doing. "Only right n proper, yeah? And if there ain"t no pussy around. Well... Any lad with a hard fuckin dad like you should know the score. Don"t matter if he"s fuckin straight. So fuckin what? Should just be fuckin grateful... Like I am."

Sike nodded his slo-mo approval. Jack paused. Being made to articulate the raging conflict in his mind was strangely liberating, but at the same time he knew that once these words were out, they couldn"t be unsaid. Reckless speeding into unknown territory. He looked up once more to the man"s fierce features, the thick scarred neck, the hefty bristled jawline, the shaved head, the dark watchful eyes: his violent unpredictable dad... He could wipe you out in a fuckin instant, Jack.

"And I"m gonna keep doin it for yer, dad. Every day, just like you said. That"s a fuckin promise."

Again, the man roughly rubbed the lad"s short hair as the teenager"s passionate gaze locked with his; a wild animal tamed. Their pact was now stronger than ever, Sike felt sure. Look at him... Smooth cute face silently urging his father to show him some true authority, to pack his gob full. Yeahhhhhhh... That was what this was all about. Sexy, aggressive control. We"re hittin the road to pure fuckin heaven, lad. I"m gonna make you want it so bad...

"Yeahhhh. You know the score, son. You know the fuckin score. I"m well proud o yer." Sike saw the relieved grin below and matched it with a sly one of his own. "How about you take another good hard look at yer old man"s tackle before we hit the road, hmmm?"

A breathless nod from the teenager. Jack sensed how his dad was teasing him by drawing the moment out, felt the wire of tension tighten. Nervous excitement hammered in his skull. He obediently lowered his gaze back down the muscled torso to where the tapering trail of fuzz led down the man"s firm stomach. Down. Down to where... Stiff young meat filled his briefs with proof of his acquiescence. No escape. He absent-mindedly stroked it through the fabric and felt the good sensations spread out from his groin. Fuck yeah.

Sike confidently compared the size of his meaty weapon to his son"s mouth, remembering the desperate look on the lad"s face the first time he"d forced it in real deep, even though the lad had quickly shown a natural ability to deepthroat his dad"s full length. Apart from this morning, of course... Hmmm. Still had some learnin to do. A further surge of blood and his aroused meat twitched in response. He remembered how tight that pussy hole was gonna be. Fuckin ace. He loved the feeling of giving some bitch more than she could handle. Fuckin loved that. Takin em to the edge...

"Fuckin massive, innit? You love getting yer gob round that motherfucker, don"tcha?"

"Yeahhh."

"You said it yerself, straight blokes with big dicks need to get em seen to. What it"s all about, innit?"

The lad stared in a hypnotized horny trance at the virile member, ready for pleasuring, potent symbol of his dad"s rightful dominance. His straight instincts slammed into the floor of the ring, defeated all over again by the simple force of the man"s masculine superiority. Reality check, Jack: you know exactly where this is goin, don"tcha? That thing"s gonna fuck you. Hard. You know he likes it rough. He remembered the previous time and a bolt of fearful lust shot through him... Gonna fuckin hurt, you know it will. And you gotta tell him how much you love it, yeah? Why the fuck do you want this? You"re fuckin insane... Yeah, so I am. Fuckin insane. SO FUCKIN WHAT?

The man caught a glimpse of the turmoil in the lad"s eyes. He spoke softly and seductively. "Nothin complicated bout it, son... You"re doin it for me. Doin it for yer dad."

Jack pushed his unwanted confusion aside and nodded. "Makes perfect sense, dunnit. You"re the fuckin man." The truth, and nothing but the truth...

"Go on then, son. Start workin that meat. Let"s get some fuckin action goin."

Permission at last. Jack shifted his weight slightly and leant forward, the sexual magnetism of the forbidden drawing him in, his dad"s raging arousal dimly illuminated. His eyes were wide open to bear witness once again to the terrifyingly profound act, his lips already parted in anticipation.

Contact.

Sike let the lad take his time. They were in no rush. The stormy summer night was theirs for the taking. The lad"s well-practised lips enclosed the waiting prick head and an eager young tongue began working instinctive magic on ultra-sensitive skin. The muscleman let out a deep groan of grateful release. The warm mouth slowly enveloped more of his engorged sex, skillfully performing its necessary duty.

"Oh yeahhhh. You"re gettin better n better, son. I fuckin swear you are. Feels sooooo fuckin nice..."

Jack moaned in horny contentment at the strong man"s approval. He felt certain that every straight lad with a proper tough dad must have this shadowy fantasy buried deep within them, and here he was living that unspeakable dream. He took the mighty beast further in, feeling the serious weight of it there in his mouth for a moment. Slowly, he began to start up a smooth steady rhythm. Out and in, out and in, out and in... Hypnotic.

"Mmmmm. You can fuckin keep on doin that, kiddo."

A sudden undeniable hint of nutjuice sent the lad"s tastebuds wild and saliva flowing freely. He reached up and caressed the dangling hairy sack, knowing exactly where the tasty stuff was made. But he wouldn"t be getting a load pumped into his gob tonight... Oh no. The big guy gave another deep groan of sexual pleasure, and Jack felt a shiver of passion at the sound. He knew how to do it right for his dad. Seemed to come naturally to him. His fate.

"Just you and me now, son. Always knew I"d find yer. I"ve waited fuckin years too, y"know."

The man"s gruff voice rumbled in Jack"s skull: yer dad"s been waiting for yer too. All this time. Fuckin amazin. He grinned madly inside himself, the knot of confusion unravelling further. This isn"t roleplay any more; this is reality. He really IS yer dad, Jack. Believe it.

"But I"m gonna fuckin look after yer from now on. Y"hear me, son? You"re fuckin MINE."

The lad"s stretched lips clamped tight as he kept up his slick action, the man beginning to gently thrust his groin in time. Jack felt his whole body tuning in to the sexy sensuous motion, the two of them synchronized perfectly. He gazed ahead in wonder, his vision filled with wiry fuzz, rugged masculinity and unstoppable muscle, the animal heat swamping his face, breathing in the scent of his dad"s crotch sweat, pungently familiar and essential.

Sike again rubbed the lad"s short dark hair vigorously, domination firing him up. He watched the youth"s soft lips working back and forth as he thrust in time, thick mature tool stretching his son"s mouth into a wide O. Just like that porn pic his boy had homed in on the very first night... Yeahhhh. You knew what was in store, dintcha? Pure sexy violation. His meaty hand moved to the back of the lad"s head and he began to take the control he required.

"Yeah, yer dad"s a proper hard fucker, son. You know the fuckin score, don"tcha? Big motherfuckin dick"s gonna sort you out. That"s what you fuckin need."

Jack felt the shift and moaned in submissive acknowledgement. Fuck yeahhhhh. This was where he truly belonged: at his well-hard dad"s feet getting his gob fucked. Like a fuckin bitch. Who"da fuckin thought it? Prison was the best fuckin thing that had ever happened to him... He felt his head locked into position and the pace stepping up a gear. He sucked for all he was worth as the sexual assault on his mouth increased in pace. One hand again caressed his dad"s nuts and the area around, the other rubbing again at the hardness in his briefs. Yeahhh. Oh yeahhh. Fuckin give it to me, dad.

Sike was breathing heavily now, the perfection of the moment making him almost close his eyes as waves of intense pleasure rippled out from his groin. With his free hand, he gripped his own bulging right pec and squeezed the muscle hard, before running the hand down and up his torso firmly and repeatedly. Fuckin nice. The lad was fondling his nuts in just the right way: he obviously wanted more of em. He released his grip on the lad"s head slightly and withdrew his slick meat, holding the mighty weapon up with his other hand.

"Fuckin lick them nuts, son. They fuckin made you." He brought the lad"s head firmly in to the source of his heat. Jack went for it, lapping repeatedly at the heavy hanging sack and the deep darkness around, buried himself between his dad"s solid thighs, mind on a wild ride to beautiful oblivion. He tasted the heavy scent and sweat of the man, felt it covering his face, chewed gently at the balls which had so often unloaded into him, and would so many more times again. The man gave a deep groan of approval.

"You"re fuckin firin me up, son. Makin yer dad feel real fuckin good intcha?"

Jack glanced up, nodding in earnest. "Yeahhhhh. I"ll do anythin you fuckin tell me to dad."

Sike grinned at his conquest, the pleading look in his son"s eyes turning him on still more. He brought his monster tool back down to target the lad"s mouth. "That"s right. Anything I fuckin tell yer."

The lad looked at the thick juicy prick he was bound to serve and opened his mouth in unquestioning acceptance. Anything. Fuck yeah. His dad resumed the horny facefuck, Jack"s sweat-coated tongue working overtime to please the veiny cylinder as it demanded total satisfaction. The rhythm of it pounded in his head: a primitive drumbeat of male domination. Timeless. Relentless. Pleasing his tough-nut dad. Don"t ever fuckin leave me again... Please... He pressed again at the bulge in his briefs, and gripped one of the man"s rock solid legs with his other hand.

"Fuckin like that do yer?" A nod and a moan. "Course you do. Yer dad"s givin you what you always needed... Shame it took so fuckin long, huh?" Another vigorous, heartfelt nod. Sike looked at the cute straight youth through the dull-red gloom, the soft lips gladly receiving the ritual offering. Yeahhhh. You"re really doin it for yer dad, kiddo... "Let"s fuckin step it up a gear, yeah? Come up ere."

The man released his grip and his slick weapon slid out. Jack took one last close-up view of it before standing back up as instructed. One of his legs had gone a bit numb and he rubbed it quickly to get the circulation going again, then stood straight and proud before his dad. Another roll of distant thunder.

Sike regarded him in silence for a moment, the cute eyes locked on his. He wanted to try something and gestured for the lad to come closer still.

"Stick it between yer legs, son."

The man spread his legs and bent his knees a little to get the right height. Jack, excited by this new development, did as he was told, placing his slightly trembling hands on the man"s fuzzy chest, kneading into the tough muscle like he so often wanted to do. The thick veiny tackle slid between his thighs under the dark briefs, rubbing gently against the tender underside there, smoothly back and forth. Fuckin sweet sensations. He felt his hole aching to be filled by it.

"Fuckin look at that son. Looks like you"ve got a pussy and I"m fuckin it, don"t it?"

Jack looked down. Deep red shadows played with the image, turning it around and around in his mind, making it seem just like his dad said. A seriously hung dick sliding into a smooth dark pussy. Slivers of straight porn fantasies from the magazines danced around his skull, the impossible made real, him getting fucked. His hushed reply betrayed his awe. "Yeahhh. Fuckin does." He gripped the man"s pecs harder. Sike spat copiously into his hand and spread the spit over his dick, Jack watched the tattooed arm at work for a moment and then looked back into his dad"s serious face as the psychological fuck continued. The lad instinctively squeezed the man"s hardness between his legs, feeling the powerful crotch being pushed into his. So. Fuckin. Hot.

"You like the feel of that, son?" The lad nodded, eyes wide in the red gloom. "You wanna get fucked for real?""

"Yeah, please dad. So fuckin horny now. S"what I fuckin need."

Sike gave a mean half grin and nodded back. "That"s my boy." He stroked the lad"s cute face, rough skin on smooth. Close range. Jack"s mouth hung lightly open with gnawing desire as he felt the touch and stared deep into the man"s dark eyes. The man pushed a finger in up to the gnarly knuckle and Jack sucked and chewed on it. Another finger went in.

"Anything else you wanna fuckin chew on?" Jack moaned, mouth full. "What?" The man removed his fingers to let him speak.

"Let me show yer dad..."

Sike pushed his groin in hard and held it there pressed up against the lad"s concealed stiffness. Jack slipped his arms around the man"s chunky frame and let his forehead fall on his dad"s shoulder, the man"s tough muscle against him, strong arms wrapping around his body, one of em sexily stroking his back. He squeezed the hot hard weapon between his legs, totally lost for words; began to urgently chew on the man"s muscled shoulder. The man grunted and leaned back slightly to indulge his son for a moment, watching him intently.

Jack worked his way quickly down the shadowed side of the man to work on the bulging curve of his upper left arm. He tested the powerful muscle there between his teeth. Fuckin good stuff; he"d wanted to do this so many times. A firm hand took the back of his head and pressed it in.

"Yeah, you like that? Like a bit o muscle in yer gob?" The lad moaned in affirmation.

"If it"s fuckin muscle you want to chew on, how about some of this?" The man forcefully moved the lad"s head to his chest, his prick swinging free again as he moved back. He really can read my fuckin mind, thought Jack, gratefully sinking his teeth into the solid hairy mound. His tongue found the man"s nipple and lapped at it, savouring the man"s obvious arousal. He chewed softly at it. Sparks flew in Sike"s head and he groaned.

"Yeahhhh, fuckin chew on that, son. Feels reeeeeal nice."

Jack reached down to find the beefy man"s monstrous weapon as he worked, knowing he shouldn"t leave that unattended. His hand grasped it - like a fuckin thick iron bar it was - and slid the foreskin gently up and down. It pulsed in his hand as he continued to stroke it. The horny teenager knew the fuck had to be gettin close now.

"And the other one, son."

"Yeahhh. Anything you say, dad."

Sike continued to watch, the bad desire charging through his veins. The eager lad was chewing away on his dad"s muscle like there was no tomorrow. But of course there fuckin would be, and they"d fuckin do this again. And again. And again. He lifted his boy"s head up sharply to look at him.

"Right, enough o that. Yer old man"s big dick ain"t gonna wait any longer. I"m gonna fuckin do yer." He let go, and Jack stood up straight, letting go of the man"s massive shaft and staring down at it expectantly, nodding slowly as if to help convince himself that this was what every straight lad secretly wanted: their thug dad"s monster dick sliding inside them. Yeahhh. Here we fuckin go.

"Fuck yeah. This is gonna be fuckin amazin, dad." He sounded more confident than he was, especially as his hole had already been invaded once today and was bound to be a little tender. A flash of recollection sent a shiver up his spine. The married officer sliding in his smooth long prick. Yeah, do me like yer do yer missus... Being slammed into the desk. Fuck. That should never have happened. He tried to blank the memory and looked up again into his dad"s face. A serious stare greeted him.

"We"re gonna do it standin. Lean over the bed." The man reached across for his bottle of massage oil as the lad assumed position. Smooth youthful vulnerability in the shadow of his criminal dad. Prison domination. He grinned with an all-conquering lust, swiftly oiling his raging tool then pulling the lad"s briefs down a little and applying some to the waiting hole, gently pushing into the tight ring of muscle with a searching finger.

"Oh fuck." Jack bit his lip and leaned further forward, placing his fists on the bed, feeling a twinge from his injured shoulder and the oiled finger opening him up. This was gonna be intense.

"Yeahhhh. Gonna fuckin loosen you up real good son. Remember what I said this morning?"

"Yeah."

"Don"t fuckin forget."

Two fingers now worked the lad"s hole, preparing it for the beast to follow. Sike didn"t care if it was fuckin dirty, it was gonna feel sooooo fuckin good. Nice tight fuckin hole for his motherfuckin dick to fill. He removed his fingers and brought the shiny head of his shaft into position. He nudged, testing the resistance.

Jack closed his eyes, the striking image he"d pictured in the darkness earlier - dad and son engaged in a masterful fuck - was about to happen. He moaned in a horned-up trance as the slick torpedo of male desire pressed again, this time more insistently. He swallowed his nerves and pushed back into it, grinding his rear a little, sexily encouraging the man to penetrate him. Sike liked this a lot and let out a low growl.

"Oh yeahhhhhh. You fuckin want it up there, don"tcha son?"

"Yeah. Fuckin do."

"Well here it fuckin comes."

The man gripped the lad"s waist, steadying him for the onslaught. The fat head of his prick began its irresistible push and the lad pushed back on it again, inviting the man to take full possession. Oh yeah. Oh yeahhhh. I fuckin love you dad. And then Jack felt the man enter him... He froze, mouth dumbly agape, eyes wide. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. He let out a small strangled cry.

Sike was in fuckin heaven, his delayed satisfaction making it all the sweeter. Yeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhh. He gave another deep growl of pleasure at the amazing sensation, and the hot, hot sight of his manly thickness forcing itself in between those tight white cheeks.

"There you fuckin go, son. There you fuckin go... How does that feel?"

Jack felt his head swim. His body was almost starting to accept the idea of being taken like this, but it still felt fuckin extreme. His mind reeled with thoughts and fantasies, colliding with one another in a chain reaction of tumbling horny confusion. His dad, the bull. The terror of the matador. The woman in the porn fantasy arching with delight... He rubbed at the hard meat in his briefs.

"Ugghhh. It"s good dad. It"s what I... Ughhhhhh... Fuckin need."

He looked round on the side of the light to see what he could. The man"s tree trunk leg bent slightly and touching his, higher up a densely tattooed arm holding him in place. Crushing muscle and masculine authority being exercised in the warm red glow. He felt his dad starting up a gentle rhythm, workin the fuckin beast steadily inside, bit by bit, inch by inch. He continued to grind back on it a little, sensing that the man liked this, and that somehow it would help him take it better. Show him how much you want it, Jack...

"You been waitin for this all week, intcha? Yer dad"s motherfuckin meat workin yer like one of them porn bitches."

An eager nod of affirmation. "Yeah. I can fuckin take it just as good for yer, dad."

Sike drove deeper still. Three quarters in now. He heard another sharp intake of breath from the lad and grinned nastily.

"Well, we"ll just have to test that out, won"t we?"

Jack clenched his jaw tight in anticipation and pushed back again, determined to do his duty properly. His mind wanted this so fuckin much, probably more than he had ever lusted after anything before: wanted to have that straight meat filling him, to accept his tough-nut dad"s brutal passion. He"d fuckin take it good. Had to or else...

"Get it right in there dad. Wanna fuckin feel it all."

Sike obliged with a firm insistent push, the full nine inches. Jack gasped again in shock.

"Like that?"

"Ughhh. Ughhhhh. Yeahhhh. Like that."

Sike regarded the powerful porn scene before him, the cocky straight lad completely submitting to his bad dad"s twisted need for satisfaction. His substitute bitch. Fuck yeah. He was the fuckin man around here. No one fuckin doubted it.

"Stand up for me."

Jack carefully raised himself to stand, fully impaled. He felt the press of his dad"s body against him from head to foot, the man"s muscular arms wrapping themselves around him, the hot meat gently pushing part way in and out, a slow deliberate action. The gruff voice spoke quietly in his ear.

"What was it you fuckin said? You ain"t had no dad for years?"

Jack tensed. "Yeah. Long, long time." The knife in his heart twisted suddenly.

"Ever thought he"d come back?"

The lad paused for thought. He"d stopped believing her in the end. Useless promises.

"Fuckin wanted him to, but... "

"But no fuckin way?"

The rain drummed on and ever on; the world turned.

"Nope." Jack"s jaw was tight with emotion.

"And that"s why you want this chance so much, even though you"re straight."

It wasn"t really a question. Sike continued his slow, deliberate thrusting, the wiry fuzz of his muscled groin sensuously pressing into the lad"s welcoming rear. The revelations of the night had set cogs whirring in his frustrated lust-crazed head, overcoming his normal suspicious defences. He was starting to realise that what he"d initiated for his simple gratification was becoming something much deeper, for both of em. The kid was fuckin special. He was gonna fuckin show him how special he was. He was gonna be the best fuckin dad in the world...

Jack remembered his confession, made as he"d sat transfixed by the awesome sight of his dad"s thick veiny snake slowly coming to life in front of his face, rising up to be serviced. It reminded him, as if he should need it, of the significance of this fuck compared to the callously abusive one he"d endured earlier in the day. This was the real fuckin deal.

"Yeah. I know I shouldn"t want this, but I just fuckin do." The lad paused, feeling the strong embrace and the press of the wide muscular chest into his back. He stroked the hardness in his briefs. His real dad... "Yeah, I fuckin do alright. Don"t fuckin understand it tho."

Sike hugged the lad tighter still. "Oh I do. I understand what you need son. You need a good strong dad. One who don"t take no shit from anyone. One who"ll do stuff with yer. And you"ve fuckin got him now, haven"t yer?" An eager nod in response. "Tell yer somethin else, you fuckin got him for life..."

Jack tensed. The low words in his ear feeding him as surely as the man"s engorged sex unloading seed on to his eager tongue. "Yeah?"

"You fuckin better believe it. One day when we"re both outta here, I"m still gonna look after yer, just like I"m doin now. It"s like I told yer right from the start: I"m gonna fuckin own you. You"re fuckin mine."

Jack felt the massive arms around him, protecting him, the press of his dad"s bristly face rubbing against the side of his neck and the deep insistence of his sexy weapon. The words circled round and round his head. He dared to smile at what the distant future held.

"Fuckin hell dad... D"you... D"you really mean it?"

"Course I fuckin mean it. I don"t say stuff I don"t mean, son."

Jack felt the force of the man"s promise and his heart exploded with emotion on top of the fierce pounding lust. Complete reality shift. When had he ever felt this good? Maybe there was a point to life after all...

"You"re the fuckin best, dad."

Sike grinned.

"I know. And now I"m gonna fuckin show you why."

Jack felt the desire rush within him; the overwhelming need to give his dad the total satisfaction he deserved. "Fuck yeahhhh. Show me."

At that, the man began to reaffirm his rightful authority, his meaty thickness starting to make longer strokes, building momentum. He let the lad lean forward again to take it better, but continued to hold him at the shoulders, partially upright. Jack, head still buzzing with his dad"s words, arched more by pushing back once again with his behind, feeling it being seriously ploughed now for the man"s aggressive pleasure.

"Nnnnnnghh. That"s the way I like it, dad. Yeahh."

He could see the explicit image again in his head: well-muscled dad intimately bonding with his son, showin him how it should be done, might makin right... Fuck yeahhhh. He reached back to feel the side of the muscular body that was driving its raw masculinity into him and moaned in horny abandon, his other hand lifting his own meat out of his briefs to wank himself properly. His well-hard dad was fucking him like some sexy bitch... Filling him... Filling him with brutal intensity... So... Fuckin... Amazin...

"Yeah, you said it yerself son... Straight blokes with big dicks deserve to get em seen to. You know the fuckin score. I"m doin your pussyhole good n proper."

"Nnnghhh. Fuck. Yeahhhh. Feels so. Nngh. Fuckin good." Jack was breathing hard and fast now. His dad was a hard fucker alright: massive meat driving in again and again, owning his hole. An invasion of rough male virility, testing his levels of endurance to the limit. His body jolted with every thrust.

Sike felt the sweat trickle down his face as he went to work on the lad"s tender backside. Yeahhhh. He was a fuckin machine. His son"s smooth back was arched in ecstasy between the grip of his rough hands and the thick mature shaft below doing what it did best. Sexy forced submission. Loosenin that hole up real good. Drivin him to the edge.

"Mmmmmm yeahhhh. Feel this motherfucker workin yer tight hole. You"re fuckin takin it good now, intcha? "

"Fuckin right. Fuckin am. Nghhh."

Jack felt the fire in his hole growing, but the feeling from his own aching dick transformed it into a burning desire that only his dad"s king-sized meat could ever satisfy. He stretched his neck to look round at the incredible sight, the monstrous muscled thug in the red gloom, outstretched tattooed arm holding his body in place, moody face in furious concentration. Fucking hell. A shiver ran through him, and his hand moved faster over his own hardness. Sike saw his son looking round, the horny desperation written across his disbelieving face. He growled at him.

"This is what it"s all about, son. This is how straight blokes with big dicks give it to their bitches. S"what they fuckin love, innit? S"what you"re fuckin gettin.."

"Yeah, I fuckin love it too dad. Fuckin do."

"Course you do, son. I"m the fuckin best, int I?"

"Yeah, fuckin right. Nnngh. The fuckin best."

The image lodged itself permanently into Jack"s mind and he looked back in front to the dimly lit wall. He shut his eyes tight and concentrated solely on the feeling of dominant manhood slamming into him. His long-lost dad"s hard shaft screwing his hole to perfection. So this is what you wanted, Jack. Yeah? Yeah. Fuckin is. It"s what I need. And what I want... Me dad"s fuckin givin it to me.

Sike sped on toward the finish line, a furious demon. His powerful lust was absolute, locked on target and readying to fire.

"Feel that kiddo. Feel yer daddy"s motherfuckin prick. Takin it like a bitch, intcha?"

"Aghhh. Fuck yeah. Fuckin do me. Nnnngh." Jack was submerged in his dad"s virility, his straight instincts no match for the terrible beauty of what was being done to him. His hole was being drilled to a numb throb, the man"s iron weapon plunging relentlessly on. Totally merciless. Driving male heat deep inside him.

"Yeahhhh. That"s what you want, innit? Yer dad"s big straight dick. Tell me how much you fuckin want it..."

Jack was in a state of trapped arousal and overwhelming physical pressure, prepared to say anything to please his tough-nut dad now.

"Oh I fuckin want it dad. Nggh. Want it real... Bad. Fuckin dream about... aghhh... yer big straight dick... ngh... every fuckin night, I do. You know I"m...hhnnghh... fuckin straight, dad. Fuckin am. Hnnngghh. But I fuckin love suckin it... uuughh... every day, gettin that... nnnngh... fuckin hot load in my gob. Nnngh. From my real dad."

"Course you do, son. Fuckin tasty, innit?"

You"re so fuckin... nnnghh... awesome... Uuuurrrgh. And then... Feelin you fuck me with it... nnghhhh... like I"m yer... hnnnggghhh... fuckin sexy bitch. Can"t fuckin get enough... Please... Uuurrrghhh. Don"t stop... I"ll be a good boy... Nnnghh. Yeah. I"ll... Argh... do what I"m told.

Sike grinned with grim satisfaction. Perfect. He had him on the edge now, he knew it.

"You got it. Doin it for yer dad, intcha? You"re a good boy. Fuckin feel it right inside yer son."

Jack"s youthful face contorted in a state of pained ecstasy. Yeah. That big straight dick was inflicting the sweetest fuckin torture on him. Fuckin insane. Dad, please...

"Yeah. Nnnnngh. So good. So good. Nnngh. So fuckin good."

"Gonna fuckin shoot in a minute."

"Oh yeahhhh. Right up me dad. Ngh. Shoot it right... Up me."

Jack"s breaths were coming in quick sharp bursts now, his body fiercely jolted by the aggressiveness being channelled into his rear end. Then the thought of his dad"s hot seed sent him completely over the edge. He teetered there for a moment, trying to comprehend what was happening, the huge hard torpedo of male sex pummelling his tender hole. Then the wonderful rush of ecstasy as his dick begin to spurt in his hand, scattering his cum on to his dad"s bed. He moaned in unbridled delight.

"NNNNNNNNNGHHHHH. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yeahhhh. Want your fuckin load so much. Please dad. Fuckin shoot it."

Sike felt the fury of his desire reaching a glorious climax. His son had done him fuckin proud. Eyes narrowed, grip tightened, he slammed in a last few fearsomely powerful strokes with his poised weapon, breathing fast and furious.

"Aggghh. Here it fuckin comes lad. Here it fuckin well comes."

"Yeah dad. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Ngh." Jack was frantic now, eager for his dad"s nuts to unload inside him. He reached back again to feel the hard fuzzy muscle thumping against his body and pushed back one more time with his rear, back arching in the half-light. A slave to the rhythm pounding into him. Total submission to his dad"s rightful dominance.

Sike could see his son showing him how much he wanted it. Sheer fuckin pleasure overload. His nutsack tightened. Fuck yeahhhhhhh. He looked down one more time at his brutal size sliding unstoppably between those sweet smooth cheeks. The aggressive perfection of it. Doin his son like a bitch. He buried the meat deep and held it there. Felt the breaking of the wave...

"NNNNNNGHHHHHHHH. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

The violent release shook him to the core, and the cum shot out from the head of his buried tool. Jack heard the guttural cry and felt the pulsing within. He closed his eyes in amazement, his body shaking slightly. He knew what was happening: the man was giving him the load he"d craved. Claiming him for his very own... He heard his dad groan deeply with satisfaction.

"Nnnnnghhhh. Yeahhhhhhh. Fillin you up, son. I"m fillin you up..."

Jack, drunk and high on emotion, could barely speak. The feeling was so right. So fuckin right. The rest of life faded into insignificance. "Oh yeah dad... Yeah." The entire length was in there, his dad"s meaty groin pressing into him, the massive motherfuckin dick possessing him, pumping out the juice. "Fuckin. Incredible."

Sike pulled the lad toward him, his mighty weapon still in deep. That was some fuck. Don"t come much better. Jack stood unsteadily. He felt the muscular arms being wrapped around him, trapping his own arms and body in their strong embrace; felt the press of sweaty fuzz against his back. He looked down at the tattooed muscle holding him, dimly visible in the red shadow. He felt wanted.

"I"m the fuckin best, son. Dint I tell yer?"

"You"re a fuckin pro, that"s what you are."

Sike gave a short, knowing chuckle and nuzzled into the side of the lad"s neck with his bristly face.

"Yeah. I know what I"m fuckin doin, don"t I?

"Fuck yeah. Anytime you want it dad, I"ll be ready n waitin."

Jack closed his eyes and savoured the moment. This was how it was always gonna be from now on, whatever other shit happened out there... The two of em together. His unavoidable fate to give pleasure to his dad"s big straight motherfuckin dick whenever it was demanded of him; their secret arrangement. Nothin homo bout it, just might makin right... What life"s about, innit? His mind revisited the image from earlier, the juicy dangling snake there before him in the hellish gloom, slowly expanding and lifting to target his awestruck face. Yeah dad. I"ll be a good boy. Promise.

The aftermath of the storm faded into the night.

Outside the cell door, the figure stood silently watching through the grill, transfixed, hand in pocket gently squeezing good sensations from the head of the long hard prick hidden inside his uniform. He understood now. Forbidden knowledge, impossible to unlearn...

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