Red, white and blue lights danced in my rearview mirror and I started to panic. For a moment, desperation set in and I thought about making an escape. I was in so much trouble that I was on the verge of tears. I pulled my car over to the side of the road and grabbed my license and registration and tried not to panic. Not only was I speeding, I was on my way home from hanging out with my friends and we had been lighting up. I knew the cop would smell it on me and search my car. Lucky I didn't have any more on me.
To make things worse, my dad worked for the state. I wasn't sure what this would mean for him, but it couldn't be good.
The Texas highway patrolman asked me if I knew how fast I was going. I tried to be polite and responsive like I was taught.
"Yes, sir. I apologize."
"You in a hurry, son?"
"No, sir. Just heading home."
"Where are you coming from?"
"I was just out with friends, sir."
"You been drinking, son?"
"No, sir."
"You been smokin, though." It wasn't a question this time.
"Yes, sir." I lowered my eyes, admitting my guilt.
"Stay put for me son."
My dad was going to kill me. We didn't have the best relationship before this, and I knew he wouldn't go easy on me. My parents didn't know I smoked weed. They didn't know a lot about me. They have no idea that I drink occasionally, that I am dreading college, or that I'm gay. I always felt like I was never who they wanted me to be, but we do have a strong bond. It's been complicated. I know they try, which is why I try so hard to hide the parts of me I think they'll be ashamed of. There was no hiding this, though, and I feared this may be a domino that starts a chain reaction of unfortunate revelations. Would they arrest me for smoking weed? I just now realized I didn't even know the consequences of breaking the law. If my dad had to come bail me out of prison, tonight threatened to be the worst night of my life.
I saw the officer head back towards me in the rearview mirror and braced myself for the worst.
"You're Dave's boy, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," I thought I might cry but fought it with everything I had.
"Well, it's either your lucky day or your unluckiest." I started to feel sick. "I'm gonna have to ask you to follow me."
The mystery of the unorthodox situation alleviated my fears enough to prevent my panic attack, but this feeling of dread sat heavily in the pit of my stomach. I followed the officer's car for a while desperately curious to know where he was taking me. After five minutes on the highway, we finally took an exit and eventually turned into a nice neighborhood. The officer stopped in front of a modest home, parked his car and returned to my window.
"Park it, son. You're going inside."
I parked my car, followed the officer to the door and waited as he knocked.
Who opened the door but State Senator Hugh Davis.
Hugh was an old bully, a senior politician, and a sexy bear of a man. He was a big man - an athlete in his prime, but now more of this boulder of aging muscle and excess bulk. He was just my type. My dad worked on his staff and I'd met him a couple of times at his work functions. He carried himself with this indescribable confidence. I remember one event in particular. A few years ago, I attended a re-election rally my dad had assisted with and I was mesmerized by his charisma.
I was there early to hang posters with my dad when he first introduced himself to me. The firmness of his handshake, the gleam of his smile, that look in his eye. He somehow made you feel like you were important to him within thirty seconds. He also had this subtle Texas drawl that made him even more irresistible to me. He thanked me for helping and told me how lucky I was to have my dad and how bright my future would be. After our brief encounter, I spent the rest of the event staring from a distance. I watched his every move and traced his round body with my eyes. I don't know if Hugh was the reason or just the first time I had realized that I had a thing for a real man's belly. I gawked at his gut, his powerful frame, and wondered what he might look like naked.
I had seen him a couple of other times, but mostly I knew him from stories. My dad talked about how kind he could be, but also described him as ruthless. I couldn't tell if he admired Hugh, feared him, or hated him.
Now I stood before Hugh Davis, guilty and trapped. He thanked the officer for escorting me here and dismissed him.
"Come inside, Collin."
His house was not particularly large, but it was beautiful inside. He led me to an office where he took his seat behind a large oak desk and beckoned me to sit across from him.
"I'm afraid you've made some poor decisions tonight, Collin."
I bowed my head in shame.
"Officer Miles tells me you've been speeding, driving recklessly, and smoking weed this evening. Is that true?"
"Yes, sir."
"Collin have you been drinking."
"No sir." I was still looking at the floor.
"Look in my eyes, Collin."
I looked up and softened a bit. This intense lust was building within me, but was suppressed by the overwhelming feeling of shame, guilt, and fear.
"Don't lie to me tonight, boy. Do you understand?"
His eyes warned me that I'd better listen.
"I understand, sir. I have not been drinking."
"Good. Don't you ever drink and drive, you hear?"
"Yes, sir." My eyes dropped a bit with my response.
"Eyes on me boy."
I returned to him.
"Now, do you understand what you face?"
I shook my head no.
"Just for marijuana use, son, you'd probably spend the night in jail and wait for your daddy to come bail you out. Probably have to pay a nice fine for the smoking, and another for speeding and reckless driving."
A lump formed in my throat.
"Your daddy would have to answer for that at work, too. He might get a citation or even a disciplinary review."
"No, sir. Please don't punish him."
"I'm not done yet. We haven't even mentioned your future. In addition to all that, this goes on your record. I know you're planning to go to school here in Texas because I got your graduation announcement and mailed you a little check. With this on your record, your admittance could be revoked and any scholarships forfeited."
I dropped my head once more and he again commanded me to look back up.
"Now, tell me. What do you suppose we do about all this?"
"Sir, I apologize for what I've done. I know I messed up and I will face my consequences, but please leave my dad out of it."
He held up the paper that the officer had handed him.
"Do you know why Officer Miles called me instead of taking you to prison?"
"No, sir."
"You see, you are still your daddy's boy. You're a dependent. Do you know what that means?" I nodded, "Your daddy works for the government, so when you get looked up in the system, it shows your daddy's file too. If this goes on your record, it goes on his employment file."
"Well, I'm 18 now!" I desperately tried to devise a solution on the fly and he smirked at me. "Can't we fill out some forms and change my status to an independent adult or something?"
He chuckled softly. "Boy, you got a lot to learn. It ain't that simple."
I was getting truly desperate and realized I had already made my mistakes and was powerless to the consequences.
"What can I do, sir?" I plead for mercy. "Is there anything you can do?"
"I like you, Collin. I remember when you came and helped me at my rally when you were a young boy. You are polite and intelligent. You're dad is a good servant too. It would be a shame to see you waste your future."
"So, you'll help?"
"This is more than 'help', Collin. You're asking me to save you. I would really have to stick my neck out for you on this one."
I sat patiently and hoped he'd feel merciful.
"I can see you are remorseful, but have you really learned your lesson?"
"Yes, sir! I promise I will never smoke again. I'll never drink again. I'll never even speed again, not five miles over the limit. I'd do anything sir."
"Collin, look in my eyes."
With the dread and fear slowly turning to hope, I looked deep in his eyes this time. The fading worries released the block that was suppressing the feelings of lust. As I stared in his light brown eyes, the lust spread like wildfire.
"I am going to help you, but I need you to know that you will be indebted to me in a serious way."
"Thank you, sir! Anything."
"Collin, I am going to make this citation disappear and it will be our secret. Not even your dad will need to know. But it's going to take a lot from me. And in return, I'm going to ask a lot of you. And you'll need to keep our deal a secret. Do you understand?"
I nodded, nearly unable to speak. I was so grateful, so relieved, so horny for him. I could sense what he would ask of me and I wanted it.
"Collin, until you go off to school, I expect you to obey my command. I want you to work as an intern in my office and be my little assistant. You will run my errands, fetch me food, and do whatever else I ask."
"Yes, sir." My responses were now enthusiastic rather than despondent.
"We are you going to test your obedience now. Come here, boy."
I stood from my chair and approached him as he turned to the side, away from his desk. I looked into his eyes and he looked down at the floor commanding me to kneel without so much as a word. I obeyed. I lowered his pants to his ankles and kissed his underwear. I was desperate to please him and show my gratitude for rescuing me. I kissed his cockhead through his white briefs and grabbed his bare thighs with my hands. I felt his strong, hairy legs and knew he was more man than I would ever be. His dick began to stir from the attention and I looked up into his eyes from down below. He looked sternly down at me and commanded me to move the process along.
"Take it out, boy."
I pulled the waistband of his white briefs and revealed his beautiful cock. I pulled the briefs down to where his pants rested just above his ankles and he stepped out of his clothes with my assistance.
Once we freed his legs, I returned to his lap and admired his cock. He was perfect to me. As he sat deep in his chair, his chubby cock rested neatly on his big nuts. He was all-natural man with a nest of grey hair sprouting from the base and spreading from the source. His hair was thickest right above his cock and became lighter and softer as it spread. His mushroom head was round and soft and I finally reached to touch it. It was the first cock I ever held and it sent a thrill through my horny body. It was electric. I kissed the soft, pinkish head and pulled it up. I could feel it stiffen in my hand which only made me throb even more myself.
As he grew in my hand, I licked along his shaft and got my first taste. His hand appeared as he grabbed the base of his dick and pushed it downward so the slit looked me right in the eye.
"Put it in there, boy."
I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. He was still hardening but was already filling my inexperienced mouth. I held him there and treasured the feeling until I had to release for air. As I released, his slobbery dick bounced and pointed out and up, now proudly at full mast. As I caught my breath I admired his final form. His erect dick was so thick and defined by multiple deep veins that made him look more powerful. Staring at it, I became desperate for him. After years of wondering and lusting, I sat between his thighs and had the real thing and it was better than I could imagine.
I eagerly took him in and tried to replicate what I had done so many times in my fantasies. He was my first but I had done my homework and, more importantly, I was desperate to please him. For ten minutes, I tried to show him how grateful I was. I sucked and sucked with all my might. I swirled my tongue around his head as I bobbed up and down. As I picked up the pace, he became vocal.
"That's it boy. Suck that fat cock."
Delighted by his words, I moaned on his cock as I sucked which elicited a groan from him.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Hmmmmmmmmm"
"Arrrrrhhh, you're a dirty little cocksucker aren't you, boy?"
I was leaking in my shorts. I was so stimulated that I began to feel disoriented.
"That's it, you little slut. Show Daddy how grateful you are and beg for his cum."
It was too much to just keep moaning. I let him go for a moment and panted as I caught my breath and begged. "Daddy, please give me your load."
He grabbed my head with both hands and forced me back down on his cock. He guided my head up and down at his own furious pace as I relaxed my neck and focused my own efforts on my cheeks. I sucked hard and released and swished my slobber across his shaft. I used my tongue to dance across his slit as he forced my head up and down and up and down and up.
"This is my mouth now, boy. I own you. I own your freedom, your future, and I own that tight little hole."
I was moaning all over his cock as he forced me up and down still and precum began to flow in my shorts. My hole puckered as if he spoke to it.
"Are you a virgin, boy?"
I mumbled a stifled "mmhmm" as he used my mouth.
"Ohhhh shi--" the pleasure seemed to get the better of him as he lost his breath. "That's a good boy. I'm going to claim that tight hole and it will be all mine. That's daddy's hole now, you hear?"
"Mmhmmm" I looked in his eyes as he belittled me.
"I want it to be sparkling clean all the time. Ready for daddy to use it as he pleases."
He picked up the pace and my jaw started to grow tired. I didn't care.
"That's a good boy. Use that tongue. Daddy's getting close. Show me how much you want it."
I squeezed and twirled him and tried to use suction in all the right places. He started to sing.
"Ohhhhh boy. Arrrrrrrhhhhh. Yes, like that. Suck hardddd!"
I sucked with all my might and his hips bucked and his body tightened. His belly grew as he gasped and heaved and finally released. He let go of my head as his first spurt hit the back of my throat. I kept my mouth around his dick as he shot again and again.
He moaned louder and his belly tightened repeatedly. His entire frame shook beneath me as he finally eased back from orgasm.
I made a mess in his bush. He shot so much cum in me that I couldn't keep it in. I swallowed what I had and licked everything I could off his body. I pinched the base of his cockhead and he spasmed as I drew the last glob of creamy white cum and licked it off him.
I looked up in his eyes and he smirked down at me. The corner of his lip turned up as he reminded me what I owed him. "That was a good start, boy, but never forget what you owe me." His face became stern again and he held up the piece of paper and warned me, "I will make this disappear as long as you obey."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you." I sounded pathetic as I tried to catch my breath.
He reached out and wiped some cum off my chin and put it in my mouth. "We will need to improve this, boy. A good boy doesn't waste Daddy's cum."
"Sorry, sir."
"Go home and tell your father that you were out with friends and ran into me at the park. We caught up and I asked about your plans and you told me about school in the fall and how you didn't have plans for this summer. Tell him I offered you an internship and you come to work tomorrow ready to perform."
"Yes, sir."
"All summer long, boy, you will do as I say. Starting with some ground rules. I already told you to keep that hole clean. You will also address me as 'sir', or 'Daddy' when we have privacy. You will ask my permission to cum, and that includes when I am not around. If you are horny at home, you will text me and ask for permission. You will obviously not have sex or fool around with anyone else but Daddy. I own your body now. And lastly, you look me in the eyes when I talk to you. You understand my terms boy?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Now go on home, it's already late and your parents will be expecting you soon."
"Yes, sir."
I stood to leave and remembered my own unfinished orgasm as my wet shorts rubbed against my stiff cock with each step toward the door. As I reached the door, Hugh called me.
"One last thing! You will still be punished for what you've done. My punishment will be different to the consequences you escaped tonight, but there will be punishments to endure. If you prefer to cancel our deal, that can still be arranged and you can face the natural consequences. Just know that if you accept my deal, you will learn to overcome pain and submit to your master. I will own you."
It was too late to go back now. I knew my debt, and though I was apprehensive of his punishments, I was so infatuated that I didn't know if I'd ever lust after another man again."
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