IN THE LINE OF DUTY

By DannyR  (MMM/b, MM, oral, anal, incest, pedo, ws)
Copyright 2010-2011.  All rights reserved.


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DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didnt happen.  Never will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that were clear on whats what, and whats not, read on.

SPECIAL NOTE:  This is another Rons World story that hes graciously allowed me to expand.  It was originally posted, with the same title, in 2002 at Mr. Double.  If you cum well (preferably often) to the story, you can thank me above, but please thank RW as well:  ronsworld4200 AT hotmail DOT com.


IN THE LINE OF DUTY

Chapter One

It was a small, quiet little town.  Not really a destination of its own, just a place to stop and rest on your way to someplace else.  It was in a small quiet little county in the mountains.  The population was small, just a couple thousand souls living a life free of the big city, eking a living catering to tourists on their way to and from the larger resorts higher in the mountains, and serving as the county seat.

There were no big chain restaurants and stores in town.  There was just a small general store and gas station, a restaurant and gift shop. A bar just on the edge of town. The sheriffs office/jail. A small courthouse. A town square. The general store was a popular stopping point for tourists looking for a break from the long drive to where they were going. The bar was popular, too, both with the locals and those passing through.  Most nights you could see the sheriff parked in his big truck across from the general store.  People felt safe when they stopped there and saw the lawman seemingly keeping watch over them.

The lawman had his own agenda, of course.  He ruled this county and this little town with an iron fist.  As they say, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.  The man was an imposing figure.  Over six feet tall with arctic blue eyes and hair black as sin.  Many a man shuddered when that steely gaze fell upon them.  They felt death in that stare.

This night the sheriff was relaxing with a cup of coffee, listening to the intermittent traffic on the scanner.  There was little criminal activity in this sleepy mountain village.  It was summer, so there was a fair bit of traffic on the road during the day and early evening.  At this time of night the traffic slowed to a trickle.  The sheriff was looking for something in particular to occupy himself for the rest of the long night ahead.  There was one serial criminal in the area, but he had little fear of being apprehended.  Not likely the sheriff would arrest himself.

He did this about every six months with the full knowledge and cooperation of the deputies serving under him.  They sometimes garnered benefits from his activities, but were not allowed to do anything on their own.  The sheriff was a very careful man.

He kept an eye out for familiar faces in the tourist traffic at the general store.  He never forgot a face, or the way a person moved.  He could recognize someone he had met twenty years ago just by the way they walked.  His victims knew what would happen to them if they came back to his sleepy little hamlet, especially after dark.  He was always there watching for them.

The black Mercedes caught his eye, just as his replacement squawked on the radio, checking in on duty.  He watched the Mercedes pull up to the pump at the store and saw a sleek slender redhead get out and motion to the attendant to fill his tank.  He headed into the store while the attendant began to pump gas into his expensive automobile.  The sheriff liked the way he moved.  He was graceful in a manly way and sophisticated, just the kind of bubble he liked to burst.  He got on the radio and checked off duty, using the code sign that alerted his staff that he was on the hunt.  They would steer clear of his hunting ground for the rest of the night.

The man visited the rest rooms and bought a bottle of expensive spring water before returning to his car to pay the attendant for the gas.  The sheriff noticed the way his long, almost shoulder-length red hair swung and moved as he got into his car.  He had found his victim.

The man started his car and pulled back out onto the country road that led into the mountains.  There was no hurry for the sheriff, he waited a moment and pulled out to follow him.  He could see the glow of his taillights in the distance as he rounded a curve in the road ahead of him.  He slowly pushed down on the accelerator and gained on him.  He had to time it correctly, but he was experienced in this chase.  He had done this many times before.

He was going a bit fast, but nothing outrageous.  The sheriff followed him in his truck, waiting for the right moment to turn on the rotating blue and red lights mounted on the top of the cab.  He carefully scanned the road behind in his rear view mirror.  There were no lights behind.  From this portion of the road you could see the road in the distance as it switchbacked up the steepest part of the mountain.  There was no telltale glow from oncoming headlights.  They were alone on the mountain for the moment.  It was perfect.

The sheriff switched on the gumballs and squawked the siren a bit to get him attention.  He pulled over to the side as far as he could get on the narrow road.  The sheriff got on the loudspeaker and instructed him to drive a few more yards ahead and take the dirt road to the right.  

"It's dangerous to stop on the road here, you'll have to pull off on the side road.  Keep going until I tell you to stop."

The Mercedes slowly crept down the dirt road into the trees.  The road curved down a bit.  After driving a few yards from the main road the car and the truck following it were invisible to passing motorists.  The sheriff turned off the gumballs and told the man in the Mercedes to stop.  He got out of the truck and stalked up to his car.

"Would you mind stepping out of the car, sir?"

"What did I do wrong officer?  I wasn't speeding, was I?"

"Turn off your headlights and step out of the car, sir."

The man turned off his headlights and got out of his car, clutching his wallet, expecting him to ask him for his license and registration.  He looked around apprehensively.  It was dark and quiet there in the woods.  He looked nervously into the back seat to check on his son who had fallen asleep.  The sheriff noticed the boy in the back seat for the first time.  He grinned.   The boy was added leverage to use against the father.

"Why don't we step back over here by my truck, sir.  Wouldn't want to wake the little one, now would we?"

He motioned the man to go ahead of him toward the tailgate of his truck.  As he was walking behind him, he unholstered his sidearm and pointed it at him.  When he turned around he saw a large grinning man holding a gun on him.

"Ok, sir.  I've got this gun here, and you've got that precious little boy sleeping in the back seat of your car.  We wouldn't want to do anything that would frighten him, now would we?"

The man stood frozen, clutching his wallet to his chest, shocked by this turn of events.  He was terrified for his son more than himself.

"You can do whatever you want to me, just don't hurt my son."

"I'm not planning to hurt either of you, if you do what I say."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Take off your clothes."

The man wasn't about to argue with that gun pointed at him.  He dropped his wallet to the ground and started to unbutton his shirt.  His fingers were clumsy and he couldn't seem to concentrate on what he was doing.  He couldn't take his eyes off the gun.

"If your son wakes up and gets out of the car, you tell him that I'm a friend and we are playing a fun little game, got it?"

"Y-y-yes.  Just don't hurt us."

The evening was warm, but not humid.  The man felt a breeze against his skin as he drew his shirt off.  He could hear the wind moving through the trees.  He didn't take his tee off, but moved to unzip his slacks.  He kicked his shoes off, feeling his feet sink into the thick carpet of pine needles.  He took his slacks off and stood in his tee and briefs.

"Take those off too," the sheriff told him gruffly.  He could see the fire of lust in his cold blue eyes as he obeyed.

He didn't hesitate for fear of endangering his son.  He reached down and pulled up his tee, drawing it off his body to reveal a thin chest with large nipples. A light layer of fur circled his tits and ran in a trail over a prominent little belly and down to his pubes.  The sheriff growled in appreciation, a noticeable bulge was developing at his groin.  The driver reached down and slipped off his briefs, standing to reveal his naked body to the man with the gun.

He took a few moments to peruse the merchandise.  He was slender with slim hips, long legs and a nice tight ass.  He had nice tits, probably the kind that would get stiff if you hurt them a little.  Just the way he liked them.  He motioned him over to the back of the truck and instructed him to turn around to face the vehicle.  He reached into the back of the truck to retrieve the restraints he had hidden there.  The truck didn't have a tailgate.

The restraints were leather cuffs lined with sheepskin to prevent damage to the wrists.  He was going to bind and rape this man, but he would do so in a fashion that would not leave any physical evidence behind.  No bruises, no scrapes or scratches.  He would leave here with his perfect skin intact.

He ordered him to put his arms behind his back.  After he had done so he put the gun in his waistband at the small of his back and began to bind him.  He strapped the leather cuffs around his right hand and attached it to a chain welded to the right side of the bed of the truck.  He did the same with his left hand.  He was standing with his arms spread, cuffed and under his control.

The sheriff left him and went to the cab of the truck.  Now that he had him restrained, there was no need for a weapon.  If the boy woke up he didn't want him to be able to get his pistol while he had his cock buried inside his father.  He locked the pistol in the glove compartment and checked to shotgun to make sure it was unloaded and locked in its mount.  He turned off the headlights on the truck, leaving the yellow parking lights on to provide a bit of illumination.

The man stood there bound, his mind racing.  How was he going to get out of this?  Would he kill him and his son?  Fear of the unknown threatened to overwhelm him.  He wasn't afraid of the rape so much.  He didn't care what the madman did to him as long as he didn't harm his son.

As the sheriff returned to his bound captive he flicked on a small lamp in the bed of the truck and grabbed a satchel stored there.  He took some small foam cushions from the back of the truck.  They were the kind you bought at K-mart to kneel on when tending your garden.  He placed them on the wide back bumper of the truck, widely spaced.  He instructed the man to kneel on the cushions and rest his upper body in the bed of the truck.  He was going to take him from behind.

The man knelt on the cushions, as he had been instructed.  He began to tremble as his fear overwhelmed him.  He was naked, spread and helpless.  He couldn't see what the man was doing behind him.  He didn't know when he would feel his hands on him.  He wouldn't be able to see it coming.  Shivers ran across his skin uncontrollably, he couldn't stop shaking, couldn't stop the intensity of the fear that consumed him.

The sheriff noticed his trembling and was pleased.  He liked the fact that he wasn't screaming.  He was trying to be brave.  He was trying to be quiet so his son would slumber safely in the back seat of his car, unaware of what was going on.  He quickly undressed, enjoying the feel of the night breeze against his naked skin.  He stood there for a moment slowly stroking himself as he watched his captive tremble and quake in anticipation of what he had in store for him.  If he knew what he intended, would he be less frightened, or more?

The sheriff knew he could get away with almost anything, but he was a very careful man.  He was trained in forensics, so was careful to avoid leaving evidence behind.  One of the indicators of anal rape was bruising.  When he took him he would be well lubricated and he would wear a condom.  No bruising and no semen left behind.  He even shaved his pubes and balls completely smooth to prevent any from transferring to his body.

He bent to retrieve the lubricant from the satchel.  He approached the father and ran his hands over him, as if trying to quiet a fractious horse.

"Come on, don't be scared.  I'm not going to hurt you.  Although, when I'm through, you'll wish I had."

The man felt his hands brushing over he skin.  He didn't understand what he was saying about wishing he would hurt him.  If he got out of this without physical scars he would thank his lucky stars.  He tried not to flinch as he felt his rough hands touching his skin.

The sheriff squeezed some lubricant out on his fingers and stroked the mans cunt. Although he was sure this beautiful father thought it was just his shitter.  He took his time, spreading the slippery substance generously over the outer lips of his daddy pussy before dipping his fingers into the hole.  He reached around and stroked the mans limp cock, laughing as the father flinched away from his body's natural response to the stimulation.  He kept squeezing more lubricant onto his fingers , and began to carefully penetrate daddy with his fingers, lubricating as he went along. 

He reached down into the satchel and got out his favorite rubber cock.  It was meant as an anal toy, and so over time it had gotten thoroughly used in the sheriffs rapes.  Sure, there was a chance of damage to the mans membranes, which would lend credence to his claims of rape if he chose to report anything.  But what made raping men so interesting, so much fucking fun that he had done it countless times, was that they were too ashamed to report it.  It didnt matter if the man was helpless from a gun or being tied up or whatever power had been used to overcome him, they all thought if theyd only been more fucking manly they wouldnt have been fucked.  The sheriff wasnt about to disillusion them.

 The toy was designed to open up the anal orifice gently.  The tip was a slender.  The toy got progressively thicker toward the base.  He slowly pushed inside the man, gently preparing him for his penetration. As he slowly fucked him with the phallus, he massaged the mans half-hard prick gently, back and forth in time to the dildo fucking of his almost-a-cunt.

The man had initially cringed at another man's touch on his genitals.  He began to slowly relax as he realized he wasn't going to cause him pain.  It seemed his sheriff-rapist was going to great lengths to avoid hurting him.  He felt his blood warming as his body involuntarily responded to the stimulus being provided by the lawmans fingers.  He fought this reaction, trying to distance himself from the sensations at his nerve endings.  He tried to recapture the feeling of terror and overwhelming fear to counteract his body's traitorous response.  He felt a moment of panic when he felt the phallus being inserted into his cunt, but the panic was soon replaced by another feeling altogether.

The sheriff knew what he was about.  He had done this many times before.  He knew that once the man about to be thoroughly raped overcame his initial terror and fear of being harmed he would not be able to control the reaction of his body.  The adrenaline his brain had ordered pumped into his bloodstream during his moments of terror was now acting to make the physical sensations he was experiencing more intense.  He would feel humiliated by the sexual response of his body, which pleased the sheriffs sadistic side no end.  This was what he had meant by his statement that this fucked father would wish the sheriff had hurt him.  Causing him pain might have prevented him from becoming aroused.  Hell, in his victims minds they were all certain that if only the sheriff had been hurting them during the rape they wouldnt have gotten hard, wouldnt have cum.  As it was, he was helpless as the cop played his body like an instrument.  He felt a surge of power and elation as he controlled his victims body, forcing it to respond to him.

The man ground his face into the bed of the truck; frustrated by wetness he began to feel seeping from his dick.  He could feel his arousal building.  He initially couldn't control the reaction of the nerve endings to the physical stimulation of the sheriffs fingers.  Now he was beginning to feel the sensation building, each stroke of the fingers and press of the dildo deep inside him was heightening his arousal.  The sheriff was patient, slowly drawing him deeper and deeper into pleasure.  Always advancing, never retreating from him.  He was silent, letting his touch speak for him.

The man began to feel his new-made cunt, and somehow he knew that that was what it now was, rhythmically contracting around the dildo, which was now fully embedded in his dripping man-snatch.  Each stroke was bringing him closer.  He fought against it, feeling he could win a small victory over this man, this fucking bastard who was raping him with a dildo, who was soon going to rape him with his dick, if he could just prevent himself from climaxing at the sheriffs hands.

The sheriff could feel his cock pulsing on his fingers, could sense daddys balls drawing up, and knew he was close.   He didn't want him to come because of the dildo and the jacking.  No, he was going to cum from fucking, maybe with jacking, maybe without.  He slid the dildo out of the slimy man pussy, grinning at the sigh of disappointment the man tried to stifle.  He paused to quickly don a condom.  He went back to stroking him for a moment.  When he judged he was ready for him the sheriff positioned the head of his straining cock at the entrance to the daddy cunt.  The father could feel the change immediately.  The sheriffs cock was much thicker than the dildo. And longer.  Nine inches worth.  Daddy was ready for the sheriff, but he would still feel every inch of that prick invading him.  No part of his fuck tunnel would be untouched.

The sheriff slowly pressed deeper, feeling the almost-fucked father tremble and pulse around him.  He grabbed his hair in his fist, pulling it and forcing him to press back onto his cock.  He was panting and gasping for air.

"Don't try to hide it from me, bitch, I can feel every pulse and tremor.  C'mon.  Give yourself up to it.  You know you want to.  You're a little slut whos been waiting around for Sheriff Ron to show you what you are.  Cum for me slut."

The father groaned, clenching his teeth to try to prevent the moan of pure ecstasy from escaping.  The moan was strangled, but the sheriff heard it and chuckled.  Daddy was still fighting him, the hot little slut.  His cunt felt like a hot silken glove and sucked on him like a mouth.  He was tight, trying to squeeze himself closed to prevent his penetration.  It was futile as the lube and his ass juices made his tunnel slick and facilitated the cops advance into the depths of the new-made pussy.

He felt daddy clench around him as he finally penetrated him to the hilt.  He gritted his teeth and groaned and he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again.  Poor hot fucked daddy couldnt stop the cop from stroking in and out of his well-prepared snatch.  He felt himself begin to clench on every stroke, tightening and releasing his pussy in an automatic mindless effort to please his rapist.  The sheriff could feel it too.  He knew how to bring him right to the edge and at the critical moment slow his strokes to deny him the peak.  He did this over and over, slowly driving the raped daddy mad with the need to cum.

The now-fucked father could feel the response tremors from his stimulation racing along his nerve endings.  If was as if every movement of the cock inside him, every stroke on his cock, even every slight twitch of his own meat, set off a chain reaction of sensation he could feel all through his body.  His chest was tight and he couldn't seem to draw a complete breath.  The longer this went on the farther removed he was from his own humiliation and fear.  He was enveloped in a wave of erotic feeling he was powerless to resist.  He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't concentrate on anything except his need for completion.  He once thought resisting the urge to climax would be a victory; he now frantically sought the climax he had thought to resist.

"Tell me to stop and I will right now," the sheriff said as he continued to slowly stroke him.  Of course, if the well-fucked father did tell him to stop he wouldn't, but raped daddy didn't know that.

The father remained silent.  The sheriff stopped moving inside him.  The man almost screamed in frustration.

"No, please, don't," the man sobbed.

"Don't what?  Don't stop?"

"Don't stop, please."

"You want me to keep fucking you?"

"Please, yes, please."

"What if your son were watching?  Would you want me to keep fucking you then?"

"Yes, anything, yes.  Just don't stop."

"C'mon over here, punkin, the sheriff called out, loud enough to wake the boy even if he was still sleeping.  Daddy wants you to watch us play our little game."

The man heard the soft rustle of approaching footsteps and a soft plaintive, "Daddy?" as the sheriff granted the father his wish and began fucking him again.  He showed him no mercy, grabbing his hips and pounding him with forceful strokes until he felt him convulse around him in his long denied climax.  He wailed in combined pleasure and humiliation.  He didn't want his son to see him like this.  But his son watched, nevertheless, wide-eyed as his daddys slender dick jerked and twitched and spewed shot after shot after shot of thick white seed everywhere.

Sheriff Ron allowed himself his own climax as he watched the cute little preteen standing there in shock.  He had long curly red hair like his daddy.  Briefly the sheriff wondered what was up with the long hair on father and son, but then, what the fuck did he care.  He could tell the young boys eyes were light, but couldn't see in the dimness if they were green or blue.  He was wearing shorts and his legs were long and slender.  He could see his tiny little nips standing tall beneath the tee.

"Jamie, honey go back to the car," daddy gasped as he tried to catch his breath.

"No, Jamie, I think you should stay right here," Sheriff Ron said.

Jamie showed no signs of obeying his father.  He seemed riveted by the sight of the two naked adults.

The sheriff had pulled his deflating cock out of the man's steaming, ass juice leaking snatch and removed the full condom.  He leaned forward and whispered a warning to the man.  If he didn't do what he said, things could go from bad to worse in a hurry.  He told him to speak only when spoken to and agree with everything he said.

"What kind of game are you playing, Dad?" the little boy asked.

"It's fun, Jamie.  Do you want to play?" the sheriff replied.

"I'm not sure, sir.  Oh, such a hot little boy, so polite while watching the tail end (so to speak) of his fathers rape, and watching how much his father enjoyed being dicked by a stud cop.  Why is my dad tied up?"

"Because he likes it, don't you, Dad?"

"Yes, Jamie.  This is a really fun game," his daddy said.  Christ!  He couldnt believe he was warping his precious young boys mind by saying shit like that, but what else could he do with this pervert cop having him helpless.

"Would you like to learn how to play this game, Jamie?" the sheriff asked.

The sheriff could feel the fathers body stiffen in terror, and then the slump at the realization of just how fucking helpless they both were.  "Do what he says, honey." 

The sheriff motioned Jamie to come closer to the truck and he complied.  He told him if he was going to learn to play the game he would have to take off his clothes and be naked just like they were.

"Are you going to tie me up too?" he asked.

"No, sweetie pie.  I won't tie you up." Sheriff Ron answered.  Then paused.  Would you like me to?  Your daddy really likes it.  Doesnt he?  

The father hastily agreed.  Surprisingly, so did the boy.

The sheriff lifted the boy up into the bed of the truck where there was a large foam cushion.  He followed him up into the truck, leaving the man bound, but telling him to get off the bumper and stand behind the truck.  The man would be forced to watch everything the sheriff did to his son.

Sheriff Ron helped the boy get undressed as he felt his prick beginning to stir again.  He sat facing the back of the truck so dad would get an unobstructed view.  He had the boy kneel on the foam, facing his daddy.  The sheriff watched daddys eyes widen as the cop stroked the young boy, played with his titties, gently kissed his neck and the side of his face.  Daddy watched as the boys tiny pricklet stiffened to its full inch and a half without the cop ever touching it.  The boy looked down at his unaccustomed stiffie and giggled.  He was clearly enjoying the sensations the naked stud sheriff with the once again thick stiff meat was providing him.

The sheriff told the boy to get on all fours so he could have access to his bald virgin cunt.  The boy giggled again.  He liked this game but it was silly to say he had a cunt.  Boys didnt have cunts.  He told the sheriff so.

Now, son, that just isnt so.  Little boys like you can have just great, hot little cunts.  Cant they, daddy? he asked with a pointed stare.

The father stared and almost glared back.  But he was helpless to intervene, and surely a fight would result in harm to both of them.  Perhaps even death on this lonely mountain.  A crime this fucking sadistic pervert cop would be the one to investigate!

He gave in.  Yes, Jamie, little boys, and...and...their daddies can have c...c...cunts.  In their, uh, poo-poo holes.

Little Jamie didnt giggle, then.  He sniggered.  The only word for it.  You mean my asshole is a cunt?

Daddy gaped at Jamies language.  The sheriff just grinned.  He grabbed the tube of lubricant and began to gently massage it into the little boys underage pussy.  He pushed his forefinger against the tiny pink rosebud, which opened up as if it had been waiting forever for this to happen.  The finger slid right in.  All the fucking way.  The little boy seemed to like this sensation.

The man was terrified.  What had his submission to this man bought him?  Was he going to witness him raping his son?  He couldn't bring himself to cry out in protest at the liberties the sheriff was taking with his son.  Jamie wasn't frightened and he didn't seem to be hurting him.  He just hoped he wouldn't try to penetrate him with that dildo, or worse yet, the thick cop cock that had just raped his man cunt.

The man watched as Sheriff Ron showed the little one how to rub his little boy-clit while his boy cunt was getting finger fucked.  The sheriff leaned forward, his body huge against the tiny boy on all fours.  The boy whose mouth was open and drooling as his pussy got fingered, and his baby boy stiffie was jacked.  The cop reached under little Jamie with his free hand and tweaked a boy tit.  Jamie gasped.  The sheriff did it again.  Harder.  Jamie whimpered but didnt complain, didnt stop jacking.  The father told himself he was appalled by what was being done to his precious boy, but that didnt explain why his daddy meat was hard again.

Sheriff Ron told the man to kneel on the bumper again and get closer.  Ron sat back on his haunches, pulled little Jamie up and around so that he was facing the sheriff and straddling his legs.  He pulled the boy down to him so his tiny boy dick was rubbing up and down on the thick cop cock.  Jamie whimpered.  Ron spread his legs and instructed the father to suck his balls while his son rubbed his boy clit up and down against the length of his cock.

"You like this game, don't you, little one?"

"Oh, yes, it feels really good, mister."

The man complied with his instructions, licking and sucking on the man's balls while his son rubbed his boy sex on the man cock.  The boy seemed to be enjoying himself, but the sheriff didn't feel he was getting enough stimulation.  He felt that if he tried to penetrate the boy, the father would surely try to report him.  The boy was so young, probably not more than 7 or 8.  He felt if he tried to push his jumbo sized cock into that petite size boy snatch, he wouldn't be able to prevent damage no matter how much lubricant he used.  Damage was evidence.  He wanted them to leave with none.

He had a flash of inspiration and pushed the boy away.  He flipped him in his arms so he was sitting on his lap facing his father.  He spread his legs so his tight little ball sack and his stiff pricklet were staring his father in the face.

"Lick him," was all he said.

The man looked up at him in horror.  He was asking him to orally stimulate his own son.  He looked into his cold eyes and knew he had no choice.  He leaned forward and tentatively probed his son's nail-stiff boy-clit and tiny tight balls with his tongue.  The boy bucked his hips, enjoying the sensation, begging daddy to do it more.  The sheriff reached around to fondle the boy's tits as the father delved in and licked his son's spit slimy prick.

"Suck your baby boy, Daddy.  Molest your son; make him fucking cum."  

The man knew by the tone of his voice that this was a command. He wanted him to not only molest his son with his tongue, but to bring him to climax.  He concentrated his efforts on his son's cocklet,  flicking and licking faster and faster, soon sucking all of the tiny dick and plump boy balls in his molesting father mouth.  His son moaned in pleasure at this unfamiliar sensation.  The sheriff reached under the boy and brought his fingers to his cunt, gently probing inside him with two fingers while his father continued to lick and suck him off.

The boy couldn't believe what was happening to him.  His father's wet tongue felt so good licking him.  The sheriffs thick hairy fingers in his hot little tight boy cunt felt so fucking good.  Filling him.  He couldn't handle the rush of unfamiliar erotic sensation in his genitals.  He was shocked by what was happening, but couldn't help responding.

The sheriff felt the boy's tremors as he began to cum. Jamie gasped and moaned in revelation at this first ever orgasm.  The man, sensing his son's completion, withdrew as soon as he could, disgusted by what he had been made to do.

The sheriff, pleased at this new humiliation, decided to cap it with another.  He ordered the man to suck his balls while he taught his son to suck his cock.  He stopped short of climax and withdrew to the side of the truck to jack himself off onto the ground.  No sense leaving any telltale smears of semen on the boy's face.

He decided he'd had enough fun for now, so he told the boy to get dressed.  He put his uniform and gun belt back on and went to the glove compartment to retrieve his pistol.  He had it in the holster when he went to untie the man.  The well-fucked, thoroughly dominated and humiliated daddy knew it was there and obeyed the sheriff when he was told to get dressed.  While the man was dressing he told the boy to wait for his father in the car.  The boy walked off in a daze.

He watched the man glare at him as he dressed.  He was in full control of his body and emotions again.

"If you try to report this, no one will believe you.  I own this county.  You're going to hate me for about a week.  Then you're going to remember how good my cock felt inside you and you're going to want more.  Just let me tell you this.  If I catch you coming around here again, you'll get more of the same.  If you come back here you're going to get it from me rough."

The man glared at the sheriff, his expression that of a man who wanted to do something, anything, as payback for the humiliations and rape he had just endured.  But he did nothing except pick his wallet up from the ground, and turn to walk away.  He was enraged at the feeling of helplessness.  The sheriff had told him while he was getting his man cunt thoroughly raped that there would be no evidence.  Yeah,  he could go directly to a hospital and have them examine his greasy man pussy.  Theyd probably just think hed begged to get fucked and then felt ashamed and cried rape! instead.   He had nothing to back up his story except the word of his impressionable little boy.  The sheriff had won.

Chapter Two

Several weeks went by and Sheriff Ron went about his duties.  He had shared the story of his conquest with his deputies.  They couldn't believe he hadn't fucked the little one when he'd had the chance.  They didn't think the redhead would be back.  Even if he did come back for more, it wasn't likely he'd bring his son along.

A full month had passed before, late one evening, Sheriff Ron had occasion to see the sleek black Mercedes pull in to the general store.  He had one of his deputies with him in the truck.  He chuckled as he saw the redheaded dad get out wearing short black leather shorts and a tank top that just emphasized his slightly plump belly.  The sheriff thought that if a woman had been wearing that kind of outfit hed figure her for a slut.  He chuckled.  The fact James had returned, wearing clothes designed to be easily removed, pretty much confirmed that that assessment held for him, too.

"That's him, Bob.  The redhead."

"The one that just got out of the Mercedes?"

"That's the one."

"Damn!  I just lost a twenty-dollar bet.  I was sure that one wasn't coming back.  Not after what you made him do to his son."

"Let's go get him."

Sheriff Ron pulled in to the store, blocking the exit of the Mercedes.  He went into the store and grabbed the man by the arm to escort him outside.  He threw him up against the side of his car and cuffed his arms behind his back.  He threw his keys to Bob and pushed him toward his truck.  Bob would drive the Mercedes to the station.

The sheriff got into the truck and gunned the engine.  The two had exchanged not a word.  The man was cowering on the other side of the truck, not sure what he had gotten himself into.

"I warned you to stay away, didn't I?"

"Yes."

He drove to the deserted road where he had taken him the first time.  He pulled the truck to a stop in the darkness and cut the engine.  He went to the passenger side of the truck and pulled the man out.  When he got him to the back of the truck, he uncuffed him.  The redhead began to take his clothes off without a word, stripping quickly until he was standing there, naked and hard.

Ron restrained him with the leather cuffs.  He told him to kneel on the bumper, but didn't give him the benefit of cushioning his knees.  He stripped off his own clothes and approached him.  He ran his fingers over his man cunt and found it was soaking wet with lube.  He positioned himself and, without a condom, pressed his aching cock into the submissive daddy.

"Are you married?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Your name?"

"James."

"Ok, James.  You asked for this."

Ron inserted his cock into his unprotected channel and began to roughly piston him to climax, pulling his hair so that his head was arched back.  He didn't tease him this time, just banged him until they both came.  He blew his load deep inside him, not wasting a drop.

He left James kneeling on the bumper, panting and gasping, stalking around behind him, pulling at his slimy cock until it was hard again.  He didnt care about forensics.  Not this time.  If James tried to make trouble, a lie detector test would prove this fuck, hell, this couple of fucks, had been James idea.  No one forced him to come back.  And doing so pretty much put paid to any chance of claiming that the first time around had been the rape it actually was.  Sheriff Ron fucked the eager man pussy hard a second time, pumping him full of his hot, thick seed, knowing his man juices would ooze out of the well-fucked cunt and slime James shorts on the drive back home.

He took the restraints off and told James to get dressed, that hed had enough of his cunt for now.  Both of them dressed, the sheriff ordered James into the truck and drove down the mountain to the station house.  They walked in and Bob looked up from his desk.  The owner of the Mercedes was disheveled and flushed.  The sheriff was smug. Bobs cock surged to an immediate aching hardon.

Deputy, did you take real good care of James nice Mercedes?

Bob restrained the smile on his face, but his eyes lit up.  Damn, fuck.  Theyd done this before, or rather the sheriff had.  Yes, sir, I surely did.

James, dont you think you ought to thank the deputy for being so nice to you?

Uh, well, yeah, sure.  Uh.  Thanks, sir, uh deputy.

It was Bobs turn to smirk.  He swiveled his chair to the left as he rolled back from his desk.  Spreading his legs wide, he started unzipping his uniform trousers, hauling out his hard meat.  I think you can do better than that, Jimmy.

James brief attempt to retain some dignity started with an almost huffy My name is James, not Jim.... and ended when the sheriff bitch-slapped him. Tears welled in his eyes and he could feel a trickle of blood at the edge of his mouth.

Now you stop with this back talk shit, Jimmy, and you suck off Deputy Bob real the fuck nice.  Yhear me?

Jimmy nodded.  Sniffed back the tears and the sob.  Walked around the desk and went down on his knees.  The deputys dick was much shorter than Sheriff Rons, maybe just five inches.  But it was way the hell fatter.  The uncut meat stood up like a little fireplug, thick-veined, an almost angry red, the skin pulled back from a shiny purple, precum leaking knob. He was wearing a thick silver cock ring.  

James/Jimmy licked his lips.  Paused.  He wasnt at all certain he could get that much dick down his virgin throat.  The deputy noticed the hesitation.  Fuck, Jimmy, just pretend its your little boys dick and chow down.

James/Jimmy gasped in shock, turning his head sharply to look up at the sheriff, an agonized accusing look on his face.  Sheriff Ron laughed and groped his crotch, and the obviously hard again law enforcement prick.  Well, fuck, Jimmy, a story about a pussy daddy who let himself be raped in front of his little boy, and then sucked his own kid off, you think Im gonna keep quiet about that?  And hell, you wouldnt even have known Deputy Bob here knew about it if your cunt didnt get all twitchy and need another round of hard fucking.  Now suck, bitch!

Jimmy did as he was told.  He tried to do what he thought hed like himself, not that hed had any experience except one gloryhole blowjob when he was in college.  His wife was not into oral sex.  Bob didnt particularly care how experienced Jimmy was.  If he was, fine as fuck.  If not, and it was immediately clear he wasnt, even finer than fuck, since it was his turn to do a little raping.  Throat-raping.  He wound his hands in Jimmys long, thick red hair, told him to keep his fucking teeth off his fucking meat, and started pumping Jimmys head up and down, ignoring his gagging and desperate gasping for air.

Bob was pounding his fat tube into Jimmys throat, eager to get his rocks off, when the sheriff said, You want to try his pussy, Bob?

The deputy immediately stopped thrusting, but held Jimmys head all the way down, so his nose was in the dark brown, raunchy pubes.  Bob thought for a moment while Jimmy wondered if he was going to die of dick strangulation, and then Bob brutally yanked on Jimmys head and pulled his face cunt up and off.  He shoved him back, so Jimmy fell on his ass.

Yeah, bitch, sit your pussy down on my meat. But hold on so I dont get your sloppy cunt juices all over my uniform.  Bob quickly unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped, lifted his hips and worked his uniform and his boxers under his ass, down his thighs and onto the floor, the holstered gun landing with a loud thunk!

Jimmys mind was whirling.  Yeah, hed been raped at night up on the mountain, and made to molest his precious son.  Yeah, hed decided to come back for more and hed been roughly fucked twice up on that same mountain.  But here, here it was broad daylight, in the station house, where anyone could walk in.  He did what he was told anyway.  He got up, opened his shorts so that they dropped, and what the fuck, he stepped out of them, leaving them laying.  This was so fucking dangerous; they could all go to prison for this.  And he was so fucking hard.  He walked over between Bobs wide-spread legs, placed his hands on Bobs knees for balance, bent, and then squatted, letting the deputy guide his cock between Jimmys puffy, sore, slimed, pussy lips.  Jimmy couldnt help himself, he shrieked when the deputy grabbed his hips and pulled him down hard, plunging that fat, fat dick into his bowels in one vicious stroke.

What Jimmy didnt know was that the sheriff had indeed locked the door, and flipped a sign around that said the office was closed for a break.  The folks in this county knew better than to come knocking at that door when the sign was up.  They knew the sheriff and his two deputies were predators.  But they were their predators, and Sheriff Ron made sure they didnt shit where they ate.  The folks were safe.  No one fucked with the sheriffs people, and neither did the sheriffs department.  Of course, old Lyman, the white haired queer who lived over the general store was a different matter.  All the men, most of the teens, and even some of the little boys dropped in on him whenever they felt the urge for really talented lips and tongue and throat on their dicks.  And, too, if someone in the county wanted to offer up his or her holes as a nice thank you for keeping the county safe and virtually crime-free, the sheriff and his deputies were only too glad to oblige.  No one was forced, and the officers never asked.

Strangers, though, were just that.  The county folks had to know that when the sheriff or his deputies took a man, or a woman, or even a child into the station, and put that sign out, that there had to be some pretty perverted things going on in there.  A neat and pristine little boy who goes into the station and a while later comes out with his lips puffy and walking with an odd little waddle, just meant the boy had been well-fucked by their talented sheriff, or his almost-as-talented deputies.  It was some strangers boy, or husband or wife or mother or son or daughter or whatever the fuck.  And since no one ever complained, the county didnt either.

Sheriff Ron hadnt really planned on another cum, but seeing pussy Jimmy so submissive, so willing to be used gave his cock the idea that the third time was the charm.  He hauled his own cock out, stepped up to the punk bitch riding his deputys wide cock, grimacing in pain, and sadistically drove his cock down into Jimmys sure-to-be-bruised throat.  Kind of a match to his sure-to-be-bruised cunt.  Sheriff Ron and Deputy Bob had indeed done this before, and they worked quickly and surely to get what they wanted.  Fucking hot cums as they filled their latest cum dumps holes.

When they were done, the sheriff pulled his cock out of Jimmys throat, and stuffed it back in his pants.  Bob put his big hands under Jimmys thighs, lifted him up and off his dick and sort of tossed him forward.  He sprawled belly down on the floor, embarrassed beyond belief at the sight he knew he presented, his freshly fucked cunt raw and gaping and oozing cum and juices, his lips and tongue swollen from the brutal skull fuck, his mouth thick with the sheriffs seed.  And just like that his overworked cock spewed cum onto his belly and the station floor.

The sheriff nudged Jimmy with his boot.  Get the fuck out of here, bitch. His eyes widened a little when Jimmy rolled over, and the cum on his skin and the floor was visible.  Without being told, Jimmy maneuvered himself around and licked up the cum on the floor.  Head down, he stepped back into his shorts, pulled them up, buttoned them.

Deputy Bob was back together, too.  He picked up the Mercedes keys off the desk and tossed them to Jimmy.  Here ya go, slut.

The sheriff got his attention again.  Bitch, if you show up here for another fucking, make sure you bring that sexy little son of yours with you.  I'd like a taste of him too."  And then he laughed at the appalled look on Jimmys face.

Jimmy walked around back, got into his car, shaking.  He couldn't believe what he had done.  It had been exactly as the sheriff had said it would be.  He had hated him for a week, and then he couldn't stop thinking about the fucking he had received.  He would wake in the middle of the night, sweating and shaking.  Lying beside his sleeping wife, he would slowly jack himself, afraid of waking her, but not too afraid not to jack his hard dick,  fantasizing about what the sheriff had done to him, what he had made him do, what he had forced him to do to their precious baby boy.  And then hed have to get up, sneak out of bed, go to the bathroom and finger fuck his own cunt while he jacked and spewed his cum into the toilet.  Once or twice in the almost nightly jacking sessions shed awakened and asked, but he just said he had to piss.

His son had not been unaffected either.  He kept asking about the sheriff.  He even asked him if daddy would like to play the same game that the sheriff had taught him.  He was sure his staid, conservative wife would have been appalled at the very thought of touching their son sexually.  Jamie had been asking him to perform oral sex on him again, even offering to do it to him in return.  He couldn't bring himself to do it, although he disgusted himself by fantasizing about it when he masturbated.

He drove off with a feeling of revulsion.  He could still taste sheriffs semen in his mouth, still remember the musky scent of Bobs pubes.  He knew he was leaking the sheriffs and deputys seed from his aching pussy.  Hed been fucked bareback!  Why was it that he did everything that terrible man asked of him?  He was never going to come back here again.  He would never subject his son to that man.

Chapter Three

Two weeks later he was back.  He saw the sheriffs truck parked across the road when he pulled into the parking lot of the general store.  He saw in his rear view mirror that the sheriff had seen him and then was pulling into the lot behind him.  He hoped he wouldn't drag him out of the car and cuff him in front of his son.  Oh yes, he'd brought little Jamie along.  He had been delighted when Daddy told him they were going to visit Sheriff Ron to play their special game again.

Sheriff Ron stalked up to the driver's side window and leaned into the car.  He grinned when he saw the boy there.

"Follow me home," was all he said.

He backed out of the lot and pulled away.  Father and son quickly pulled out behind him.  He followed him down the dark road.  They were headed in the direction of the station, and he wondered if he lived close by.  They passed the station house and continued down the road for a mile before he turned off into a paved driveway.  There was a small wood frame house at the end of the drive. The automatic garage door opened.  The sheriff pulled his truck into the drive and motioned the man to pull into the garage.  He pulled in and waited.  Sheriff Ron came into the garage and pushed the button to shut the door.  No one would see Jimmys car parked out front.

"C'mon, let's go."  He said.

James and Jamie got out of the car and followed him into the house.  They followed him up the stairs and into his bedroom.

"Wait here," he said.

He went into the walk-in closet to stow his gun belt in the safe.  If he pushed James, no, pussy wimp Jimmy, too hard he didn't want him to have access to a firearm.

He came back out to find them standing there waiting for him.  He unzipped his fly and brought out his cock, which was hard in anticipation of fucking another tight virgin cunt.  He hadnt had a little boy in some time, especially not one this young.  Fucking seven year old.  Hot!

He motioned to the father.  Jimmy, suck my dick. Show your baby boy how his cum slut daddy does it.  And you, kid, take your fucking clothes off."

James dropped to his knees and began to service him.  He watched the young boy take off his clothes.  He hadn't been able to get a real close look at him before in the dim light of the parking lights of his truck.  He could see now that his eyes were a clear light green.  They were very striking.  He was slender, almost no hips, but still a nicely curved pair of butt cheeks.  The boy tits were tiny dark pink cones.

The sheriff wanted to humiliate James a bit.  He wanted to make sure he knew in no uncertain terms that he was giving his son to him sexually, that this was all his fault.

He motioned Jamie to get on the bed.  He pushed Jimmy away from slurping his cock and told him to take his clothes off.  He went to the bed and lay down next to Jamie.  While his father was undressing, he ran his hands over the boy's soft skin.

"How old are you, honey?"

"Seven."

"You ever had sex before?"

"Just with you."

"Nah, that wasn't sex.  I'm gonna show you real sex."

James stood there and watched Ron touch his son.  All he wanted was to have the cop cock inside him.  Giving him his son was the price he had to pay.  He watched in envy as the sheriff caressed Jamie from head to toe.  He spread the boy's legs and motioned to Jimmy to come closer.

"Lick him good, bitch.  Get him ready for my cock."  Jimmy winced but bent over to do as he was told.

"Oh, man!  I've been trying to get Daddy to do that to me again, but he won't!"

"He will when I tell him to, won't you, Jimmy?"

"I've brought you my son, Ron.  You know I'll do anything you say."

"Don't call me Ron.  I want you to call me Sheriff."

"Yes, Sheriff."

"Good.  Get to licking.  I want him wet and ready for my cock."

James knelt between his son's spread thighs and brought his mouth to his sex.  He couldnt resist tasting his boys tiny meat and balls again.  Jamie moaned as his own daddy gave him another blowjob, his fathers hot wet mouth slurping up and down on his stiff pricklet.  Jimmy was concentrating so hard on the sucking that he jerked at the sound and feel of the sheriffs powerful hand slapping his rump.  Hard.

Get your baby boys pussy ready for me, shit head.  I didnt tell you it was okay to suck him off.

Jimmy obediently released his sons slimy cocklet and balls, lifted the boys legs, holding his knees and spread his thighs.  He bent his head, and swept his tongue up his sons boy slit, wetting the tight pink ass lips.  He started pushing at the pussy lips with his tongue, gratified when they eased open, horrified that he was pleased his sons kid cunt was so receptive to daddy tongue, giving his tongue access to his little boys cunt, working his tongue and lots of spit up as far inside as he could.

He felt his own arousal begin to pulse more strongly as he tasted his son on his tongue.  The little boy hadnt really cleaned himself all that well before they left, but the father discovered he didnt mind.  Any scent, any taste of his precious boy was hardon making.  He had been a fool to deny himself this.  The boy started to moan, and then shiver, his head thrashing back and forth, his whole body quaking as he shouted out in wordless joy while his very own daddy tongue-fucked his boy cunt into his first dickless dry cum.

Ron bent his head and licked his tongue over the boy's nipple.  The little one arched his back and pressed his chest toward the sheriffs face, his eyes scrunched in ecstasy.  Ron chuckled and gave the kid what he was asking for.  He suckled on the taut tiny boy tit.

 He had never had one this young before.  He just knew the little ones cunt would be especially hot and tight.  He felt no real urge to hurt and humiliate the boy as he did the wimp daddy.  He wanted only to initiate the kid in the pleasures of his body.  Or mostly.  Their pain had always been a part of his pleasure. And when it came right down to it, Rons pleasure was more important than his sex toys pain.

Jamie was in heaven with what his father's tongue and the sheriff's hands were doing to him.  He began to instinctively thrust his hips in a fucking motion against his father's mouth.  The sheriff felt this movement and captured the boys mouth, roughly tongue fucking him at his other end.  The boy felt a true man's power over him for the first time.  He boldly reached down to grasp the sheriff's cock, stroking his hand over him, making him growl like a bear.

The sheriff couldn't wait any longer.  He had been fantasizing about getting his cock into this youngster's tight cunt since that first night. He quietly ordered the pitiful excuse for a man, a daddy who was willing to pimp out his little boy just to get fucked himself, to go sit in the corner and watch.  Jimmy gave him a look of resentment, to which he replied, "I'll take care of you later, bitch.  Don't you worry your pretty little head."  The man moved away and crouched in the corner, dejected.

The sheriff lifted and spread the boy's legs, taking in the sight of his bald little cunt, puffed and wet from his very own fathers tongue fucking.  It was just about the sexiest sight he had ever seen.  He pushed his legs up until they mashed against his stiff little boy tits, raising the little boys hips and positioning his sex hole for the sheriffs penetration.  At the sight of the boys virgin, wet cunt lips, Sheriff Ron knew he was not going to go gently into that good hole.

Pressing the little boys legs down with his hands, he loomed over the tiny boy, so very tiny when compared to the almost monstrously huge hairy cop body looming over his small frame.  The sheriff slowly rubbed his weeping cock over the boys ass lips.  He felt as if there were tight steel bands around his head and chest.  His blood pressure must be off the charts.  His whole body pulsed with the rhythm of the blood pumping in his cock.  He had never been this aroused.

With one hand he carefully positioned himself at the kids boy cunt entrance, splitting his little peach with the bulbous, now purple, head of his arousal.  He forgot about the man in the corner.  He looked into the little one's eyes as he felt the head of his cock pop inside with one sharp thrust of his hips.  Little Jamie screamed!

The sheriff smiled.  Then glanced over at the crouching father to see how he was reacting.  The sick pervert was hard and jacking!  His expression was an odd mixture of resentment that it wasnt his cunt being used, and shame, and sheer pedo lust at how his boy was being used, and what was going to happen to him.

The sheriff shoved a couple of inches of thick shaft inside the boy cunt and little Jamie screamed again.  It was clear hed never felt such pain in all his young life.  It was clear to the father, from the expression on the sheriffs face, that Ron had never experienced a pussy as hot and tight as the little boy cunt he was only partially inside.  Even though he wanted the sheriffs dick himself, Jimmy couldnt help but feel proud it was his very own little son that the sheriff had chosen to become a boy whore cum slut.

Ron looked down at the joining of cock to kid cunt, looked at the wide inches still to go and grinned wickedly.  He almost, almost but not quite, regretted the inevitable pain he was about to cause the young boy.  Well, as much as a man like him could regret anything.  But he went ahead anyway.

The sheriff rammed the rest of his meat into the boys shithole, and threw back his head and shouted a long, drawn-out Fuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk! in triumph.

The father listened to his boy scream, listened to him beg for the pain to stop, beg to be released, listened to his baby boy plead through his tears for his daddy to help him, to make the hurt go away, watched him writhe in a desperate attempt to get the massive fuck stick out of his strained, stretched cunt, watched the sheriff roughly grab the boys frail shoulders and hold him in place.

The sheriff wasnt totally unfeeling.  Indeed, he sure as fuck liked the feeling he had at that moment, feeling the hot boy pussy walls clenching his massive cop cock. He actually paused, letting the little boy have a moment to get used to the massive meat way up inside his little snatch. But only a moment, since it was such a fucking turn on when the boy wailed.

The sheriff looked down at cock and boy cunt joining, watched as the slightly bloody pussy lips peeled back as he began the long slow slide that pulled his prick out until only his knob was in. The boy whimpered, probably thinking, somehow, that the worst was over, or better yet, that it was all over. The kid whore in making was so fucking wrong.

Holding the tiny boy very still, the sheriff thrust hard with his powerful hips and fucked his prong balls deep into the kid cunt. And then he did it again. And again. And over and over and over until he was pounding the boy as hard as if he was an experienced little whore.  As the sheriff brutally fucked the little pussy the inevitable began to happen. No way could meat that size invade a tiny boys asshole without repeatedly rubbing the boy button inside.

Little Jamie was limp and boneless, off somewhere in a world of his own, as his body was mercilessly used by the sheriff. Hed passed out, come to, passed out again, come to again while his body was molested, and then he began to feel...different. There was a...a...tingle growing.  Down there. Inside his...inside his....  He knew the right words. Knew that was his rectum, his asshole if he wanted to be crude like some of the boys at his school.  But the words the sheriff kept saying as he plunged in and out confused his little brain, confused and finally took over.  He had a pussy, a boys pussy, and the sheriff was fucking it and making that tingly feeling, yes, yes, that same feeling hed had in the truck, when the sheriffs finger was fucking his cunt, only that hadnt hurt like this fuck had.

The sensations built and built until finally he shrieked again and convulsed in a volcano style seven year old boys dry cum.

"Oh, yesssss," he moaned, as he collapsed again, sated.  But only for a moment. The sheriff looked down at where their bodies were joined, at the momentarily limp boy clit. He shoved his cop cock deep again, and fingered it. Jamie rose to the occasion.

Jamie's pleasure was building.  Every movement of the sheriffs huge cock inside him  escalated the buildup of tension in his loins.  He felt as if he were going to explode, as if the pleasure was too much to bear.  He moved his head from side to side faster and fast, as if to deny what was happening.  The sheriff murmured obscenities to him, as he felt the boy cunt begin to convulsively grip him as the little boy approached yet another climax. The sheriff punched fucked the kids pussy, slamming in and out hard enough to leave bruises, roughly pushing the kid over the edge, dragging himself along.  They erupted together as the young boy shrieked out his pleasure, tossing his head back and forth, gasping, writhing, and the sheriff pumped that hot tight little boy cunt full of his seed.  He collapsed against the heaving little body, their sweaty skin sticking together.

He forgot for a moment that the man was even there crouching in the corner.  As awareness returned, he briefly regretted the necessity of giving the older man the next load of his seed.  He wanted to pump the young one full again and again.  He would assuage his disappointment by using Jimmy roughly and humiliating him.

He ordered Jimmy over to the bed to lick him clean and suck some of the sheriffs cum out of his son.  The boy jerked at every lash of his father's tongue, his hot little pussy stimulated almost more than he could bear.

The sheriff watched the man pleasure his son until he felt his cock rise again.  He told Jamie his daddy had been a bad boy and needed to be taught a lesson.  The boy was not pleased to see him about to stick his cock inside his father, having become quickly addicted to having it inside him.  In his jealousy, he urged him to treat his father roughly.  The sheriff bound Jimmys hands behind his back and pushed him face down on the bed.  He entered his steaming cunt from behind, feeling his neglected tissues spasm in climax on his third stroke.  He grabbed his hips and pounded him unmercifully to another screaming peak before he anointed him with his seed.  Afterwards he grabbed him roughly by the hair and ordered him to lick him clean.  He pushed him off the bed onto the floor, leaving him bound.  He then gently cuddled, petted and kissed his little love, while his father sobbed, naked and bound on the floor.  

He decided to fuck precious Jamie again. Sure, hed be plenty sore from the rape that cost him his virginity. But that wasnt even remotely important in relation to the fact that the sheriff hadnt really been satisfied with the daddy fuck. He got the well-raped boy onto all fours, and then mounted him roughly, forcing his meat back into that hot tight channel, lubed with his own cum, from both father and son pussies. As much as hed cum so recently, this wasnt going to be a short fuck. And it wasnt. Little Jamie was too out of it to be aware of the number of dry cums he had, before he collapsed belly down on the bed, and the sheriff followed him, his massive body almost burying the slender boy as he fucked and fucked and fucked until finally he bred the seven year old slut again.

James...no, he knew he was just Jimmy now...was humiliated, of course, but strangely fulfilled by the sheriffs callous treatment.  Maybe deep inside he felt he deserved to be treated this way.  His cunt and thighs were sticky with the sheriffs seed. He even wished the sheriff could breed him.

The sheriff had done some checking on Jimmy after he had returned to him the first time.  He was married to a wealthy heart surgeon who kept a vacation cottage in the mountains.  The man and the boy spent the summer there, being joined by the wife on the weekends.  He informed Jimmy that he would continue that tradition, but actually they would be spending more of their time in town. Or with the sheriff.  He instructed them to pack up and head for their summer home immediately.

Jimmy tried to protest that he had work to do, responsibilities, but the sheriff knew that it was the wifes wealth, both family and medical, which kept that family going. There was no reason Jimmy couldnt do what he was told.  He agreed. The sheriff looked at the little boy, who was dressed now and ready to go back home, at least for a very short time. He pulled the kid over, wrapped a thick, hairy hand about the slender throat and squeezed. Hard enough to cause some pain, and make the boy whimper. The sheriff sternly instructed him that no one was to use his boy pussy except the sheriff. Not even his own daddy. The boy smiled sweetly through the pain and promised.

Father and son left for the city.

Chapter Four

The man and the boy became frequent visitors to the town, driving down from the summer home, although not, of course, when the surgeon came for a visit. The sheriff fucked his seven year olds pussy, and molested his mouth, while daddy Jimmy was usually tied up, made to watch, begging at times for the sheriff to use him, too.  With such a hot little cunt available, the sheriff really wasnt all that interested in man twat.  But once in a while he wore out even the kid, and was still horny, so he roughly fucked the boys daddy into a shrieking, grateful climax.
 
	The sheriff wanted the kid cunt around 24/7. He wanted Jimmy as a kind of domestic slave with a when-really-needed cunt for breeding. He wanted money, too. And Jimmy, grateful for the attention, desperate to belong, went along with the sheriffs plan.

Which called for a massive injection of sperm into the surgeons cunt when she was most likely to get pregnant. Fortunately, she did not react well to birth control pills, so condoms...and frequently refusing her husband...became the method of choice. Roofies from the sheriff on a weekend visit left the surgeon vulnerable to her husbands bare prick, and the cops equally bare meat. They each fucked her three times, with husband Jimmy amazed that he could. But with the incentive of living with, belonging to, the sheriff, Jimmy managed.

He also managed to survive his wifes shrieking rage when she discovered that the condom had apparently broken the weekend shed gotten a little more drunk than usual, and she was pregnant. Unfortunately for her ability to just abort the little fucker inside her, the prestigious hospital which employed her was firmly in the pro-life camp. She wasnt about to get herself fired and lose a great deal of prestige and money over an unexpected kid.

As the pregnancy progressed, she cut Jimmy off entirely. That was fine with Jimmy, of course, because it was getting more and more difficult to keep a hardon while fantasizing about the sheriff using him, or recalling how well and how thoroughly Jamie was molested by the cop. He began to be afraid hed blurt out something that would give them all away. He let the relationship become even more strained, following the sheriffs instructions.

And when he proposed a divorce, with him having custody of Jamie and their soon to be born son, who would be named Jonathan Charles after her late father, the surgeon surprised him by readily agreeing. It was, after all, Jimmy who had mostly raised young Jamie, now a robust eight as the birth of his brother approached. In return for waiving his community property rights to have of the very healthy everything the surgeon owned, Jimmy got the Mercedes, the vacation house, a condo in the city, alimony until Jonathan Charles was eighteen, child support for both boys through college, health insurance coverage for the boys on her policies, and sufficient funding for college for both. If either chose not to go to college, half the fund would be returned to the surgeon, the other half given to the boys. The surgeon got her freedom and the vast majority of her accumulated wealth.

A month after Jonny was born, the divorce was final, and Jamie lay exhausted and cum soaked in the sheriffs arms, with Jimmy fucking himself brutally on a dildo at the sheriffs command until he finally spewed.  The baby was in a crib in the bedroom with them. Hed already had the sheriffs thick, hairy, lubed finger into his not-yet-pussy channel. Jimmy was appalled that the sheriff intended to start molesting the little boy so early, and hard and leaking every time he thought of it. Jamie was eager, too. He was a little resentful he was going to have to share sheriff fucks with his baby brother, but then, he also got to molest the kid. Yeah, that wouldnt be too bad after all. He thought for a moment of his fifteen year old dick spearing into his kid brothers seven year old pussy, right after the sheriff bred him. Jamie gave himself a really nice dry cum with that fantasy.

A week later, the sheriff decided he would share his prizes with his staff.  He usually shared long before this point, and the few times hed allowed Jimmy to be used had just been quickies.  His deputies were chomping at the bit to get their cocks inside the pretty man and his son.  The sheriff didnt intend to allow them to do more than watch him fuck the eight year old, but they could use the father all they liked.

So, that was how Jimmy found himself on his hands and knees on the cold tiled floor of the station house being fucked from behind by one deputy while swallowing the cock of another.  He was humiliated by the pleasure this caused him.  He was also humiliated when he realized that although the deputies were fucking him, they couldn't take their eyes off the naked sheriff in his huge brown leather desk chair, knees wide, while Jimmys son, precious Jamie, was naked and slowly jacking his boy cunt up and down on the sheriff's cock while the boy worked on the cops meaty tits. The sheriff gasped at a particularly good bite on his nip, then grabbed the littles hips and pulled him up so that the envious subordinates and the wimp daddy got a good look at the gaping pussy before he shoved the huge cop cock back in.
 
When Jimmy was finally a limp cum stained mess on the floor the sheriff asked one of his deputies who was in the lockup that night.

"Just some bikers who were causing some trouble," Bob replied.

The sheriff asked how many bikers and was told there were five.  He ordered Jimmy up off the floor, told the deputies to get their shit together, and lifted a reluctant Jamie up off the law enforcement meat. The sheriff pulled his own pants back on, though the still stiff prick was blatantly visible down his left leg. His uniform shirt was on, but left open and hanging so his muscular hairy chest and belly were also visible. Jamie just had on a pair of very tight shorts, and was also barefoot.  Once everyone was ready the sheriff told them to follow him to the holding cell.  

Jimmy protested that he was still naked, but the sheriff just told him to shut up and do whatever the fuck he was told to do.  Jimmy meekly shut the fuck up and followed orders, though he blushed with embarrassment. 

The bikers were surprised to see a barefoot, half-naked sheriff walk in followed by an also half-naked little boy...both of them with obvious hardons...as well as two deputies in uniforms that werent quite as neat as they should be. There was a unanimous what-the-fuck look that went around the group of stereotypically sleazy, rough looking bikers. They were poster trash for bad reps for bikers everywhere.

The sheriff stepped up to the cell.  You good ol boys ever fucked a man?

The biggest and meanest of the bunch sniggered.  You offerin, sheriff?

Naw. But see the naked slut here? He jabbed a finger toward Jimmy, who was staring helplessly at his naked feet.  I own his ass, and I figured Id kinda like to see him abused a little. You men up for that?

A quick round of offended denials.  They werent queer, that was unconstitutional, what the fuck, and several other ejaculations of the non-fun variety.

Well, boys, I have me an idea here. The sheriff could do the good-old-boy talk as well as the next cracker.  See, Judge Roberts over t the courthouse is one of my good ol boys. Been around for fucking ever and a day. Now I dont quite know what you boys have done to end up in my jail, but Im pretty for damned sure its in the thousand dollar fine range...each.

There was another outraged eruption from the cell, but the sheriff just waited it out.

And if you aint got the cash, cause, see, we here dont take checks or credit cards or even them fuckin debit cards, well, youre just gonna be sent out to the farm to work in the fields at ten bucks an hour until you work the fines off.  Of course, after takin out payroll deductions, and room and board money, youd have mebbe a couple bucks per hour to apply to the fine. Of course, if you want to buy some water to drink while youre working out in the sun, or whatever the fuck the weather happens to be, that might could cut down on your ability to pay.

The sheriff looked over his shoulder at Deputy Bob.  Last time this happened, Bob, how many hours did it take that guy to get free?

Actually, it had never happened that way, but the sheriff and Deputy Bob had played this game before, usually getting a blowjob or an ass to fuck and a reduced fine of however much cash the guy had on him.  Well, Sheriff, if I remember right, it was, what, four hundred hours?  Five?  course, he wanted to get the work done quick, but, hell, what with me bein Jewish n celebratin the Sabbath on Saturday, and you bein Christian and celebratin on Sunday, and bein as how it aint right to work on no Sabbath, well, he could only work weekdays.  And we couldnt just let him work himself to exhaustion with ten, twelve hour days when he wasnt used to that kind of work, so he was probably up at the farm just under four months.

The bikers went pale. Four fucking months of hard labor? And losing their own jobs if they were out of touch for that long?

The biggest biker got the fucking point. The hard labor two by four between his eyes got his attention.  Uh, sheriff, what did you have in mind?

Well, like I said, Im kinda pissed at Jimmy here, and I do believe Id like to see him get used by you fine men. His holes, I mean. Both of them.  By each of you. You guys are all studs, right, you can cum twice in a short time?  After receiving reluctant nods, the sheriff went on, Okay, Bob, how much cash did you inventory on these fine men?

The collection from their wallets or butt bags, and a small stash at the bottom of one of the saddlebags came to a grand total of nine hundred forty-three dollars and twelve cents. Seven hundred forty-three dollars and twelve cents.

The skimming could of course only work with a group, since they were unlikely to know how much collective cash they actually had.

They got credit cards and shit like that?

The deputy nodded.

Well, tell you what, boys, heres the deal. Well take the nine hundred for fines and court costs for all of you. You fuck Jimmy, here, over real good, and we let you go right after youre done with him.  n once youre gone, jes remember. Youre more n welcome to come back, but you dont pull no more wild ass shit in this town, otherwise you have no fucking idea what kind of shit creek youd be up if we have this go-round again.

He stared at the bikers, who averted their eyes.

Deal or no fuckin deal?

The big man looked at his nervous bike brothers, then back at the sheriff.  Deal.

The sheriff grinned and massaged his still stiff impressive meat log.  Hot damn. He glanced down and saw little Jamie was doing the same. So the kid got off on the idea of his old man being abused?  Well wasnt that a fucking kick in the head? He tousled the boys hair and as he looked up he noticed the big biker was staring at the boys tented shorts. Damn, but butch pedos were everywhere, because that wasnt amazement, outrage, curiosity, in that stare, that was downright fuck lust.

Put him in the cell, Bob.

Jimmy was taken again and again and again by the five big bikers, who quickly lost their inhibitions about queer sex, once theyd had Jimmys talented mouth cunt swallow their pricks. They also shed their clothes in scattered piles. The fucking of both Jimmys cunts was brutal, and his body wound up hurt and bruised since the sheriffs only rule was no permanent damage. The bikers were pissed when, after they were all naked, and two of them were fucking Jimmy, while the others jacked and waited a turn, they realized that Deputy Rick was filming them.

They werent any less pissed when Deputy Bob explained that this was protection in case they tried to be shitheads down the line, and to give the department something to jack to on cold winter nights when no prisoners were available.

But what humiliated Jimmy the most, beyond the beating, beyond the repeated ravaging of his cunts, beyond the insults, beyond the spit, beyond being pissed on until he was a raunchy stinking mess, was two things.

The first was the sheriff, who had wheeled his big leather chair in and sat down in it, once more naked, lifting up naked eight year old Jamie with his two inch, fat stiffie, plainly visible to everyone, and then holding his meat firmly, letting Jamie slide down until the sheriffs thick pubes were up against the steaming hot boy cunt, and then roughly fucking the boy, whose head lolled back in ecstasy as his boy button was pounded, and who jacked his own cock to multiple dry cums.

The second was that as talented as his holes were after all this time, he was humiliated again by being taken by five fucking men who couldnt keep their eyes off his beautiful son being so well fucked by the sheriff, and from the expressions in their eyes, including the two most shocked by the sudden pedo sex before them, they would much have preferred riding the kids pussies instead of his daddys cunts.

The sheriff held off his own cum until the five bikers were exhausted and definitely through with Jimmy. Held off until the five hairy trashy smelly bikers, as naked but not as smelly and trashy as Jimmy, stood at the bars to the cell and watched the sheriff pounding little Jamies cunt until the kid squealed in a final heaving cum while the sheriff bred his boy pussy.  Watched and jacked and managed a final, nearly dry cum themselves.

Later, as the exhausted, but dressed and free to go bikers were leaving the station, the biggest biker, the one whod paid such initial attention to Jamies stiffie, very quietly asked if he could come back, and perhaps the sheriff might...share?

Equally quietly, the sheriff asked what the biker had in mind.  He hadnt really given any thought to sharing Jamie, who would be none too happy about it in all probability, but fuck, this big biker was mentioning he had a five year old son, and while hed never done anything, perhaps after the kid was broken in just a little, he could come back, and...swap?

Five year old freshly fucked boy cunt in exchange his private reserve?

Definitely.

Although hed have to let his deputies fuck Jamie at least once before that happened. Had to keep the troops happy after all, and not let them get pissed about special favors to strangers.

Sheriff and biker shook, and the deal was sealed.

Epilogue

And it came to pass that life in the sheriffs town became mighty damn fine. Especially once word got around and pedos and queers began passing through, oddly enough getting caught speeding, or causing some sort of problem at the local bar, that led to a prompt arrest.  Prompt incarceration overnight. A much more frequent closed sign on the door to the combination sheriffs office and jail.

Jamie was an unhappy camper the first time the sheriff turned him over to the deputies for an afternoon of child molestation, while the sheriff idled the time away caning Jimmy and then fucking him raw. But the boy came to like the two deputies abusing him, especially the really, really fat meat on Deputy Bob.

He wasnt quite as unhappy when the biker showed up one day with his son and got arrested, leading to Jimmy on all fours, mounted by the huge hairy biker who harshly pounded his pussy, while the sheriff was mounting the mans scrawny five year old, making the kid squeal first in pain and then in lust.

After that, whoring for the town, making the collection of traffic fines and other municipal code violation fines soar, was just fine by him. Especially when at four, little Jonny joined the list of well-fucked-by-the-sheriff boys. Naturally, at twelve and cumming, James (as he insisted he be called) was also fucking his young brother.  At five, talented little Jonny with his no-fucking-gag-reflex mouth joined the stable and profits soared again.

So much so that when James was thirteen an investigator from the attorney generals office came to town on what was supposed to be a surprise visit, but since one of the men caught in the towns speed trap had been an assistant attorney general...who was naturally given a courtesy freebie in both boys pussies...the sheriff was warned anyway.

The books were in order.

The jail was spotless.

The uniforms were pressed, the creases knife-edged.  The two boys who were generally regarded as the sheriffs sons, most everyone having forgotten that Jimmy was the real dad, or rather, he was at least the biological source of the seed, also happened to be visiting. Jimmy was locked in the holding cell, as if he was a prisoner.

All the effort turned out to be unnecessary. The investigator was a bottom slut who promptly offered a clean bill of health in his report in exchange for getting fucked and fucked well by the sheriff and his deputies. The sheriff, Deputy Bob and Deputy Rick (both of whom were married, both of whose wives appreciated being left alone most of the time) were skilled at fucking well.  By the time the sign on the door changed to open, the investigator was walking more than a little funny on the way to his car, ignoring the smirks from town residents passing by.

The funny walk, more of a waddle, was explained by getting fucked twice by the deputies, three times by the sheriff, twice by the thirteen year old and fisted by the five year old. The investigator was happy with his bruised, puffy, aching, cum leaking bottom slut cunt. The sheriff and his deputies and his boys were pleased with the hot sex, and the signed report on the sheriffs pristine desk.

James fantasy about fucking his little brother on his own fifteenth birthday naturally came true. The kid even let his real daddy use him, too, for which Jimmy was fawningly grateful.  At sixteen the sheriff had James breed a local girl who wanted to escape the town but needed money to do so. Providing the sheriffs son with a baby boy of his very own to molest...she was well aware of what went on behind that closed door...was an easy way to get the fuck. Especially with the twenty thousand that went along when she pumped out the kid.

For many years, the sheriff continued fucking in the line of duty. As did James, who decided to stay around and become a deputy. And eventually took over when the sheriff had a massive heart attack fucking a four year old while getting fucked by the boys daddy.


