Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 13:00:22 -0800 (PST) From: Jon T. <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Bad Influence - Chapter 7 This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered imagination. This story features sex between adults and willing minors, both family and non-family members. If you're not into that or if you are not of an age to be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you wish to provide feedback, you can contact me at email@example.com. I've really enjoyed the great comments so far. Keep 'em coming! Several of you have asked if I have had personal experience with incest. I have not. But if you have, I'd love to hear about it! Anything you write to me will go no further. An additional note: I do not advocate for incest. I see where it can be a beautiful thing, but I really am not suggesting that anyone engage in it. I also am not in favor of sex with underage boys or girls or unsafe sex. I personally find bare sex to be more interesting and conducive to fantasy, but I beg of you: use a condom if you are having anal sex with an actual live person. I speak from sad personal experience that HIV/AIDS is very real and is not to be taken lightly. Chapter 7 - Bad Influence The next day, I was feeling somewhat out of sorts. I was disappointed because my day with Mickey had been cut short mid-morning. I had made toast with jelly and coffee, and Mickey and I were eating in bed when we heard the doorbell. "Who could that be?" I climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts. I discovered on my front step a fairly handsome young man who had every facial piercing a person could have – lip, eyebrow, a ring in his nose, multiple ear piercings, a tiny stud on his nose. Tattoos curled up from the neckline of his T-shirt that appeared to be vines reaching for his ears and his chin. He had full sleeve tattoos on both arms – a tangle of flowers, trees and exotic birds. "Can I help you?" He grunted, "Yeah. Is Mickey here?" "Can I ask who you are?" "I'm Drew. I work for Buck Calhoun. I'm here to take Mickey home." From behind me, Mickey said, "Drew, I don't want to go home yet." "Too fuckin' bad, kid. Get your clothes on and get out here." "Damn it, Drew!" I turned and looked at Mickey. He was standing there, naked, his arms crossed over his chest. "Don't fuck with me, boy. You're in enough trouble already!" "Does Dad know?" "Yes, he does. The police called him." "Fuck!" Mickey's clothes were still on the chair where he had left them the evening before. He stepped over to them and began to pull on his shorts. "Damn it! I'm entitled to a social life!" "You keep playing games and driving around, you're gonna be socializing with a big hairy guy named Bruno down at the jailhouse. But you'd probably like that!" "Like you're one to talk!" I had stepped back and was listening to this exchange. "Mickey, is there anything I can do to help?" "No, Mike. I'm really sorry. You've been great." He hugged me and gave me a lingering kiss. Drew cleared his throat. I glanced over to see him rolling his eyes. "Get your ass in gear!" Drew turned and was headed down the steps and the front sidewalk. Mickey slipped his feet into his flip-flops. I glanced out to see that his car was gone. "What happened to your car?" "Frank is probably driving it home. Frank and Drew are a team." "They work for your father?" "Yeah. Drew home-schools my brothers. Frank takes care of things around the house." "Drew is a teacher?" "Yeah, he is. Doesn't look like one, does he. But he's certified with the state. He was working for my dad at one of the stores when Dad found out his background. He got into trouble for messing with a kid at a high school in Columbus. He was eventually cleared and kept his license, but no school system would hire him as a teacher again. So he went to work for my father." "What's with all the tattooing and piercing?" "If you work at a dirty bookstore in a bad neighborhood, you gotta look the part." I shook my head. At that moment, there was pounding on the frame of the glass outside door. "Listen, dickhead! I ain't gonna say it again! Get out here!" "Fuck off, Drew!" Mickey pecked me on the cheek. "Thanks for a great time. I'll see you soon!" With that, he headed out the door. Drew cuffed him on the ear. "Fuck you in hell, Drew!" They hurried down the sidewalk, both of them obviously very angry. Mickey towered over Drew, but I had a feeling that Drew had the upper hand. I was sad for Mickey and frustrated on his behalf. I closed the door. Suddenly I felt silly that I had taken a day off work. It was not working out the way I had hoped it would. Mickey and I had quite a night together. I fucked him a second time, taking my time, working us both up to a fever pitch. We concentrated on remaining silent so as not to disturb Mark. Somehow it made the experience that much more intense. Mickey shot twice without touching himself. I finally blew a huge load up his fabulous ass. I left my cock soaking in his ass, my hairy chest pressing against his back. We fell asleep that way. Later in the night, around three in the morning, I awoke to find Mickey moving back and forth on my cock. "Fuck me again, Mike!" I didn't know if I had it in me or not, but I was determined to give it my best shot. I pushed him to where he was laying on his stomach. I proceeded to drill his ass hard, going in as deeply as I possibly could. He was gasping and moaning. I was amazed that it took me a very short time to shoot another load into his gut. This time, I flipped him onto his back and took his cock into his mouth, his PA clacking against my teeth. He fucked into my mouth four or five times and shot down my throat. I was sure Mark had to have heard him as he cried out. He pulled me up to where we could kiss. "Mike, you are the best!" I answered him, "No, you are. Now let's get some sleep!" I was on my back. Mickey was on his side with his arm thrown across my chest. At seven in the morning, I awoke again to find Mickey sucking my cock. I stroked the back of his head. I felt as though my balls were shriveled up from overuse. "Mickey – there's nothing left. Let's take a break, OK?" "Sorry, Mike. It's just such a great cock." Mickey licked up the side of it and kissed the head. He then pulled himself up to where we were laying face to face. I kissed him tenderly. Right about then, Mark stuck his head in the door and said good-bye. He was on his way to school. We dozed off and remained asleep until nine a.m. Then ensued our interrupted breakfast and the scene with Drew. Now that Mickey was gone, I realized I was exhausted. I went to the kitchen and put on another pot of coffee. I waited impatiently for it to brew. Once it was ready, I poured a cup and carried it up the stairs to my bathroom where I took a leisurely shower. I was trying to sort out my feelings. I had gone from being suspicious and mildly contemptuous of Mickey to now wondering if I was falling in love. I wasn't sure what it was about this boy that had me in such a state. After my shower, I dried off, finished my coffee, and fell back into my bed. I was sound asleep when I was awakened by a noise downstairs. It took me a minute to get my bearings. I realized no one should be in my house but me. I made a move to get up when I heard a familiar voice that chilled me. "Stay right there." It was Officer Marcus from the day before. Only this time he was standing in my bedroom door, wearing a pair of tight shorts and a wife- beater tank. Peeking around him was a thuggish-looking teenager. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" The apparently off-duty policeman ignored me. "Come on, Orlando – we got work to do." He strode into my room with the young man, apparently his son, on his heels. I sat up in my bed. Marcus stepped up to the side of the bed and pushed me onto my back and then flipped me onto my stomach. I found I was powerless to stop him. "Hold him down, Orlando." "What are you –" I got that much out before Marcus grabbed the shorts I had taken off and thrown onto the floor before taking my shower and stuffed them into my mouth. "Don't open that pretty mouth again until we tell you to," he growled. I was beginning to fear for my life. Orlando was laying across my shoulders. He was heavy enough that he prevented me from being able to get up, try as I might. I felt Marcus pulling my feet apart, and then I was completely unbelieving as I felt rope being knotted around both my ankles. Marcus was tying me to my own bed! He accomplished the tying of my legs in very short order. He moved up to the head of the bed with more rope in his hands. Orlando rolled off me. I was able to punch Marcus in the gut with my right fist before he grabbed it and tied a piece of rope around my wrist. It was obvious he was very experienced at this. Before I knew it, both my arms were firmly tied. Marcus and Orlando stood and admired their handiwork. "Now what, Dad?" "You know the drill, boy. Now we fuck him!" I struggled mightily but in vain against the ropes as I watched in horror as Marcus and Orlando quickly pulled off their clothing. "You go first, boy. I'm bigger than you. Break him in good for me!" Marcus was even more imposing naked than he was in a police officer's uniform. He was stroking a thick uncut cock that had to be at least a foot long. His chest bristled with black hair. His balls appeared to be swinging all the way down to his knees. Though Orlando appeared to be no older than fifteen, his cock had to be at least eight inches. Marcus pulled the underwear out of my mouth and growled, "Suck on this! It'll make it easier!" as he stuck his huge cock into my mouth. I felt Orlando spread my cheeks and rub my hole. Then I felt his breath and then his tongue lapping at it. "Get him good and wet, boy. We don't want to hurt him!" Orlando spat and rubbed his saliva into my hole. Then he licked some more. "Is that good enough, Dad?" Marcus looked down at me and slapped the back of my head. "You got some lube, dude?" "What in the fuck do you think you're doing? This is rape!" "I'm teaching my boy about sex. And when we're done here, you're going to be begging us to come back, early and often! Where's the lube? He can go in dry if you want him to, but he's going in!" I was utterly astounded. "You're a police officer! This is how you teach your kids? Break into people's houses and rape them?" "Your front door was wide open. That's like an engraved invitation!" Marcus looked at Orlando. "Go ahead and fuck him. Fuck him good!" I felt completely helpless. "The lube is in the drawer. Over there." I indicated the bedside table with my head. Orlando stepped over to it diffidently. He was obviously raring to go – his cock was pulsing with each heartbeat. He squeezed out a generous portion of fluid and jacked his dick with it. Then he took the tube and held it to my hole, squeezing it. I could feel the slick goop flowing into me. Orlando climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my wide-open legs. His thick cockhead teased my hole, and then he jammed it in. I was new enough to this, there was no way I was ready for the sudden intrusion and the intense pain. I screamed. Marcus took the opportunity to stick his cock into my open mouth. "Suck it! It'll take your mind off things!" I tried to move off of it, but he began fucking my mouth. Meanwhile, Orlando was working up a rhythm in my rear. He pulled no punches, fucking me hard and then grinding his hips. I was surprised that the pain had started to lessen. My ass cavity was struggling to accommodate the boy's substantial cock, but getting fucked in this manner was beginning to feel more positive than negative. I had been grunting in pain with each thrust, but the grunts turned into moans. "He's beginning to like it, son! Fuck 'im harder!" Marcus slapped the back of my head again and worked harder at getting his horsecock down my throat. Orlando picked up speed. "Dad! I'm gonna cum!" "Shoot that load, boy! Grease him up good with it! More lube for me!" Orlando gave one final thrust and then held his cock as deeply as he could get it inside me. I could feel his hot cum coursing into my guts. He groaned loudly as he dumped his load. "Good one, boy! Now move aside. Let a real man fuck this bitch!" Marcus pulled out of my mouth and moved toward the end of the bed. I heard Orlando's feet hit the floor. "Fuck him, Dad! Fuck him good!" Marcus climbed onto the bed and thrust his cock into my wide-open ass, almost in one motion. He was twice as big around as his son and several inches longer. Once again, I was in agonizing pain. "Take it out! You're killing me!" "Give it a minute. If you die from it, you'll do it with a smile on your face!" I tried desperately to relax my ass and to move into a position where I could accommodate him. None of it did any good. Mercifully, he let it rest for a moment or two. Then he began to move in and out. Orlando helped things along by slapping my ass cheeks. "Fuck him, Dad! Fuck his faggot ass!" Actually, the slapping seemed to help. I wasn't sure how it could, but my asshole seemed to expand in some weird way, accommodating more easily the enormous fuck muscle. I was still in tremendous pain. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I cried out with each forceful thrust. My only thought was to hope Marcus got his rocks off quickly. Marcus was grunting and cursing with each thrust. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you, bitch! Fuck your dirty cunt! So fucking tight!" He was picking up speed, pulling almost all the way out and then plunging back in. He lay with his chest on my back, nailing me to the mattress with his enormous cock. "Dad! That is so fuckin' hot!" Orlando was standing next to my head, jacking his prick furiously. I was feeling hugely conflicting sensations and emotions. On one hand, I was still in pain and extremely angry. On the other hand, I could feel my cock getting hard as it rubbed against the sheet underneath me. Suddenly Marcus thrust his hand into my crotch. "Happens every time! The bitch is getting hard!" He pawed at my groin, grabbing my dick and jacking it and then pulling at my pubes. Orlando began to pinch my right nipple as his other hand was a blur on his teen dick. Astoundingly, the three of us shot our loads at almost the same moment. My orgasm was so intense, it was almost painful. I felt Orlando's cum flying onto my upper back and shoulders. Marcus continued to thrust wildly as he spewed his hot load into me. Then it was over. Marcus lay on top of me for a minute, moaning and grinding his hips. "Fuck! That was awesome!" Then he pulled out slowly. He climbed off the bed and came around to my head. "Clean it off!" I clamped my mouth and turned my head away. I expected another slap to the head and was surprised when he caressed it instead. "Come on, baby. It'll taste good!" His horse cock was right in my face. It was dripping with cum and other fluids that I didn't want to know what were. I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, and of course he took the opportunity to push it into my mouth. I had no idea what to expect and was utterly shocked when it turned out he was right. The combination of cum and ass fluids was a taste sensation I had not known existed previously. He didn't give me time to dwell on it, fucking in and out a few times and pulling completely out. "Come on, boy. Get your clothes on. We gotta get the fuck outta here." I craned my neck around in time to see them exiting my bedroom. "Aren't you going to untie me?" "Your boy will be home soon enough. He can do it!" "The minute I get lose, I'm calling the police!" Marcus whirled on his heels and stood in the door with a look of fury on his face. "You do that, and you'll pay! Your boy will never play ball again!" My mind froze with those words ringing in my ears. "Get out of here, you bastard! You're the one who's going to pay!" "Yeah, right, you fucking pussy cunt! I got the power! You got nothin'!" With that, they were gone. I was aghast and furious that they would leave me like this. I was an utter mess. I could feel cum leaking out of my ass. I hoped I was not bleeding, though there had been no sign of blood on Marcus' cock. My groin rested in a sticky, cummy mess that was becoming slimy and cool. I pulled at the ropes binding me and was surprised when one of my feet slipped loose. But that was the only bit of freedom I gained. My ass ached, and my left shoulder was beginning to cramp. I was burning with humiliation and rage. But there was nothing I could do. I was exhausted, and apparently I either passed out or dozed off. The next thing I heard was Mark's voice. "Dad! What in the hell…" Fortunately, he had come home prior to going to baseball practice to pick up his cell phone, which he had forgotten that morning. Suddenly emotion overcame me. I couldn't answer him. All I could do was weep as he untied my arms and left leg. "Dad! You've got to tell me! What happened?" I swung around on the bed and sat up. I was dizzy and nauseous but vastly relieved to be untied. I rubbed my wrists and looked at my boy. "I was raped. That's the only word for it." "Mickey raped you?" Mark was horrified. I shook my head. "No! That fucking cop who was here yesterday! And his son!" With tears still leaking from my eyes, I rubbed my shoulder and attempted to explain what had happened. Mark immediately wanted to call the police. I couldn't bring myself to do that. I had had my fill of the police for one day, and I knew that for the moment it would be a bad idea. "We can't call the police – not now, anyway. He threatened you!" Mark shook his head. "What in the hell is going on in this town, anyway?" I was surprised when Mark indicated he knew the police officer in question. "You mean to say Orlando took part in this?" "Yes! You know him?" "Yeah! I've never known him to be a bad kid. And he's straight as an arrow! He is super horny, apparently. He's already fathered two children!" "Marcus said he was teaching his boy about sex. Obviously he knows way too much already!" "What a crazy thing to have happen! We've got to tell someone. Do you need to go to the emergency room?" I reached down and felt of my asshole. There was no blood on my fingers. "I'm not bleeding. I can't. They'll call the police. I'd rather not, anyway – this is incredibly humiliating." "I'm going to call Buck. He'll know what to do." Mark ran to his room to get his cell phone. He hurried back and punched a speed-dial code. I was surprised when in just moments, he was talking to Buck Calhoun. "Buck, you're not going to believe this. My dad was raped this afternoon! Right here in his bedroom!" He was silent for a moment. Then he spoke again. "Thanks, Buck. I knew I could count on you." He closed his phone. "He just got back into town. He'll be here in about ten minutes." "I don't even know this guy!" "Dad, he really is a good friend. It doesn't matter. He'll do everything he can to help you." Suddenly Mark looked thoughtful. "Dad – I hate to leave you like this, but I've got to go to practice. I'm already late. If I don't show up, the coach won't let me play this weekend." I really wanted him to stay, but I knew this was very important go him. "Go, son. I'll be fine. I'm going to clean up a bit." "Dad – you really shouldn't until Buck gets here. If I know him, he'll be bringing someone in law enforcement with him." "What? I told you – no police!" "It will be off the record. Trust me, Dad." My head throbbed. "Get out of here. I'll talk to you later." "Love you so much, Dad. And I'm so sorry." He put his arms on my shoulders, leaned down, and kissed my cheek. The tears began to flow again. As I hugged him to me, I knew all over again just how vital my son was in my life. End of Chapter 7 Regarding this chapter: it has been almost a year since I've added to this story. I wrote this chapter but hesitated to post it because of the odd turn the story took. I was uncertain about it so I let it rest and then more or less forgot about it. If you don't like what happened here, please bear with me. The next few chapters will be very interesting as a direct result of what happened in this one. One other note: I'm using a real suburb of Cleveland, Lakewood, that is actually a lovely, charming place with an excellent city government. Not sure why I'm making it out to be a hotbed of corruption. I guess that's another example of how a story can take on a life of its own.