Pj let out his usual groan of annoyance as his alarm clock buzzed in his ears. He really didn’t feel like getting up this early and going off to school. Especially after what his dad had put him through that weekend. After groping for the snooze button and hitting it the tired young man hitting rolled over intent on burying his face into his soft pillow and trying to get a few more fleeting moments of sweet, sweet sleep. But instead of his pillow what he ended up pressing his face up against was the black furred backside of an unexpected bedmate. Realizing that he had company Pj sat straight up and peered over to find a snoring Moose laying next to him on his stomach, completely naked. Pj could feel a heated blush cross his face as he observed the ape’s powerful body in his bed. “Whoa…”

The sound of Pj’s astonishment caused Moose to stir awake and groggily lift his head form the bed. “Ugh where the hell am I…?” He asked pushing himself into a sitting position. Wiping the drool off of his mouth he looked over to Pj. “Oh that‘s right I let your dad fuck the shit out of me last night.”

“Yeah… I-I guess you sorts did.” Pj chuckled nervously.

Moose instantly placed his hand on Pj’s doughy chest and slammed him against the headboard of the bed. “What’s that suppose to mean Pee-Gay?” He snarled. “You think just because I let your dad do that to me I’m a queer like you.”

“No, no, no, no, no Moose I was just agreeing with you, really and truly.” Pj said submissively. He didn’t want to be hit again. “I know you’re straight.” 

Moose glared at the scared boy for a few seconds before frowning and letting him go. “Am I?” He asked sullenly. The gorilla moved to the edge of the bed and placed his face in his hands. “After last night I’m really beginning to doubt that myself. How can I still call myself a man after all that?”

“You know you really shouldn’t worry about it Moose.” He began. 

“Yes I should if this ever got out I’d be ruined.” Moose huffed. “Hell I bet yer goin’ to tell everyone at school first chance you get.”

Pj though for a few seconds, telling everyone would be prefect revenge for all the times Moose hurt him and really the ape deserved it he had picked on Pj every day for the last four years. But no, he couldn’t do that he wasn’t that kind of person. Blackmail was his father’s sort of thing. “Moose… I promise you… I’ll never tell anyone about what we did last night.” Pj told the other boy. “I promise.”

Moose stared at the other man for a few seconds. “Really?” He asked. Pj nodded his head yes. “Why you being so nice to me fatty?”

“Cause I want to I guess.” Pj reasoned. “I’m just that sort of guy, a real doormat.” he laughed. “And if it helps… I’ll never question if you’re manhood. I…I sort of saw proof of that last night when you were on top of me.”

“Alright now you’re just sucking up to me D’caht.” The football player pouted. Even after the promises from the chubby man he still was upset. 

The tone in his voice made Pj frown. Then suddenly getting an idea the younger man slipped out of his bed and onto the floor. Before Moose could react to the sudden shift Pj worked his way between the apes legs and lowered his head engulfing the primate’s meat in his mouth. He knew this really didn’t solve the older boy’s problems but it was the best he could do right then. Maybe an orgasm would make him feel better.

(To this day I don’t know what got into me that morning. Moose had been nothing but trouble since the first day we met harassing me, making fun of me, and injuring me. But as I saw the naked man pouting on my bed all I could think off was how confused he must have been right then. And my morals got the better of me I just had to make him happy.)

“Dam D’caht your one eager little guy aren’t you.” Moose said through gritted teeth. He placed a hand on the back of Pj’s head and began to force him down on his rod. “Alright you win you can suck up to me as much as you want.”

“Boys you awake yet.” Pete called out to the pair from the other room.

“Yeah we *gasp* are Mr. *ahh* D’caht.” Moose said between gasps.

Pete senior appeared at his son’s door a cup of coffee in hand and fully dressed for work. At seeing his son on the floor between their guest’s thighs the large man chuckled. “He-he I’ll say ya kids are awake.” he crossed the small room and squatted down next to his son patting the nursing boy on the head. “You enjoyin’ my slut… Moose was it” He asked. “Havin’ him suckin‘ on yer knob like this?” 

“Yes sir.”

“Glad to hear, then how about we smooth out the details of our little arrangement here.” Pete said. “That is iffn you still want ta be our little fuck buddy.”

Moose turned his attention to the younger boy sucking his cock then looked up to the older man. “Alright Mr. D’caht I’m listening.”

Pete clapped his hands together. “Ok then here it is.” He began. He had plenty of experience of making deals. “Yer goin’ ta come by every weekend, no arguments, no compromising, no bullshit. Just an open mouth and yer pants around yer ankles. I get ta do anything I want to yer hairy ‘ol ass and you take it like a good bitch, real obedient like. In exchange I’ll be generous and pay you eighty bucks each time. Fuck, I’ll even throw in this here slut fer free. I’m sure he won’t object.” He finished by patting Pj’s butt making sure the gorilla knew what he meant. “Right Pj?”

Pj took the cock out of his mouth and stroked it a few times. “No dad, I… I don‘t mind.” Saying that he returned to sucking on Moose’s dick.

“Well Monkey boy we got a deal or not?” The older man groped himself as he waited for his answer making sure that the gorilla saw what he would be giving up if he said no.

Moose had to think the deal over very carefully. Accepting it meant that he would be subject to this perverts sick tastes. But on the other hand a little bit of extra cash wouldn’t hurt. Maybe if he could save up enough he’d be able to get out from under his dads thumb. Then there was the sex, the earth shattering mind-blowing sex. In all his life Moose couldn’t remember being as satisfied as he was last night after they had finished. “Alright… I agree. I‘ll be here first thing after school next weekend.”

“Good….good.” Pete said unzipping his pants. “But I want’ you to come by tonight too. Have ta break you in real good so you won’t think about going back on the deal.”

Moose was about to object but stopped when he saw The older man spread Pj’s ass cheeks and shove his penis into him in one fluid motion. There was no way he was going to mess this up. “Alright sir I’ll come right back after practice.”  

Pete nodded his approval then took hold of Pj’s hips. “Very good Boy now let’s cement-ti-fy the deal by fuckin’ my son again before we go fer the day.”

“You read my mind Mr. D.”
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Pj sighed to himself a little as he left his house and locked the front door. It was a little later that same morning and the young man was very tired the sex he had had earlier. 

(After dad and Moose had used me to cement their little deal both of them had quickly dressed and gotten ready to leave. Moose still had to go home and pick up his books for school and dad had to open up his dealership. This left me alone to think about what had just happened. Had my father really just hired a guy to have sex with him every weekend? And had Moose really just accepted that deal? The dull ache in both my jaw and backside told me that yes they really just did. I wondered how this was all going to work out as I got dressed and got ready for school. Guess I’m just going to have to ride out this thing till it’s over.)

Pj readjusted his backpack on his shoulder as he started to walk down the street to his school. He wished he had been allowed to go with Moose. He had a car and could have given him a ride to school. But the gorilla had firmly refused to be seen with the dog in public. So much for them becoming friends. 

As Pj passed Mr. Wey’s house the hippo stepped out onto his porch and shouted to the boy. “Hey you, come over her for a second I want to talk to you.

‘Just what I don’t need this morning.’ Pj thought grimly. Despite his reluctance to speak with the older man he turned and walked over to him. “Hello Mr. Wey hope your having a good morning.” he said cheerfully.

The older male wouldn’t have any of the younger mans friendliness. “Who was that fella you and yer dad had over yesterday and this morning?” He asked accusingly.

‘How am I going to explain this?’ Thinking fast Pj said. “Oh him… He’s… he’s my… tutor yeah that’s it tutor.”

“Wasn’t that guy the quarterback for the Spoonerville high Strikers?” Mr. Wey said revealing that he knew exactly who Moose was. “The one who’s been held back three years?”

“Um… Yeah! I meant that I’m tutoring him.” Pj said amending his lie. 

“Sure…” Mr. Wey said slowly. “Listen Pj… If your dad and this Moose fella are doing something illegal…” Pj froze did the hippo know what was going on? “…like steroids or fixing games you should tell the proper authorities. You’re a good kid unlike that S.O.B. father of yours. I’d hate to see you wrapped up in his shit.”

Pj breathed a sigh of relief, just the usual stuff. “Mr. Wey you don’t have to worry my dad isn’t doing anything bad, that I know of.  And as for Moose I was just helping him study is all, really.”

The older man held up his hands. “Alright kid if you’re sure.” He said turning away. “But promise me you‘ll tell me if something’s wrong.” His piece said the hippo walked back into his house slamming the door behind him. 

(It was obvious to me then that Mr. Wey was trying to trick me into saying something that would get my dad in trouble. People have done that before pretending to be my friends to use me get to him. It’s hard sometimes being the kid of a guy who’s prone to having nefarious schemes. But after all these years I’ve gotten used to it myself. It could be worse and sometimes some of these schemes turn out good for us. Maybe this whole paying Moose will be one of those types of plans.)
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The door to Pj’s locker clanked loudly as he shut it. For once he had arrived on time to school which meant he didn’t have to rush to his first class for once. His books in hand the young dog walked down the halls weaving left and right avoiding the myriad of people in the hallways. Despite the hectic pace of the people around him as they chatted and fooled around amongst themselves he made his way slowly to his homeroom in no hurry to have to sit through one of Mr. Brown’s boring lessons. The bear was a good teacher but tended to ramble on if his mind drifted.

Pj was just about to round a corner when someone reached out and slapped his books out of his hands. Looking up to whoever had done it Pj found himself looking at Moose flanked by Billy and Tony on either side. “Good morning Pee-gay.” Moose sneered. “How’s my favorite little fatty doing this morning?” the gorilla grabbed Pj by the shoulder and slammed him into a row of lockers.

For a few moments Pj was at a lost at to what to say. True him and Moose weren’t by any lengths lovers or anything now but he believed that with them having sex that he might at least be a bit nicer. Trying not to make eye contact Pj said. “Come on Moose why do you have to do this?”

“Cause I want to butterball.” The gorilla huffed. “Besides not picking on a loser like you just isn’t right.”

“Yeah not right.” Billy added.

“So tell me, what’s it going to be today?” Tony asked Moose. “Another black eye? Hanging him from the flag pole? Or…”

The three boys grinned at each other then together said. “…Stuffing him into a locker.”

A few minutes later after the class bell had rung Pj found himself inside one of the lockers. His large frame uncomfortably wedged into the tight space. “Why do things like this keep happening to me.” he whined to himself.

“Hard to believe we got his fat ass to fit into there.” Tony laughed from outside. 

“What can I say it’s an art form.” Moose informed his lackeys. Looking at the locker he had just stuffed Pj into the older man frowned then turned to his friends.  “Hey why don’t you two go and save me a spot in the back of Mrs. Beckman’s class. I need to go handle something.” He informed the pair.

“Like what?” Billy asked

“Knowing our boy here probably going to “handle” that cheerleader he met at the party.” Tony teased. Moose looked away causing the bull to smirk at him. “Alright then we‘ll catch you later. Come on Billy let’s leave the stud to his work.

“Yeah stud.“ The dim witted Buffalo added as he followed his friend.

Moose waited a few seconds then knocked on the locker he and his friends had just stuffed Pj into. “You alright in there butterball?” He asked.

“As good as can be expected.” Pj said from inside. Moose rolled his eyes the little guy was to timid for his own good. A regular guy would be at least a little bit upset about being jammed into a locker. “Um… Moose? If those guys are gone can you let me out of here… please?”

“Alright fine.” The older boy sighed. Moose opened the locker door Pj comically falling out of it the moment he was free. “Nothing broken right?”

“I, I’m fine.” Pj said standing up and dusting himself off. 

“Good, Hate to think what your dad would do if he thought I hurt you. 

“Don‘t worry I won’t tell him about this.” Pj informed the ape. “You only did it for appearances, right? So Billy and Tony wouldn’t think your treating me differently?”

“Um… I guess. You’re really not angry at me?” Moose asked scratching his head.

Pj shook his head no. “I don’t think I‘ve ever really been mad at you for the things you‘ve done to me. When your a guy like me you learn pretty early to just deal with things. You‘ve met my dad after all.”

“Dam fatty you really are a wuss. If someone did to me what I do to you they’d be picking their teeth off the ground. How can you stand it?” 

Pj shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno just thick skinned I guess.” he said picking up his books. “I’m going to go to class now Moose. I’ll see you back at the house I guess, bye.“ finished speaking the younger boy turned away and took off down the hall waving to moose over his shoulder.

“Yeah bye.” Moose called out to him. Watching the other boys retreating back the ape could only shake his head confused and actually worried about him a little. ‘That kid really needs someone to look out for him.’ he thought. 
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It only took Pj a few minutes to traverse the school hallways and make his way to his home room. But it was already too late. By the time he arrived class had already started. Peering through the glass he could see Mr. Brown already knee deep in his lecture of the day. “Ugh, so much for being on time for once.” Pj grimaced. 

Taking a deep breath the short boy was about to go into the classroom and face Mr. Brown’s “your tardy” speech when a deep cough stopped him dead in his tracks. He knew that cough. “Well, well, well Mr. D’caht should have known you’d be starting off the week this way.” Mr. Tarn‘s voice echoed throughout the hall.

Pj looked fearfully over his shoulder dismayed to see the angry old bull behind him a glare on his face. “S…Sorry Mr. Tarn I-” He couldn’t tell him what Moose had done. “-I overslept again I guess.”

Mr. Tarn raised and eyebrow. “You overslept?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ll excuse me if I don’t believe that young man.” Mr. Tarn took Pj By the arm and pulled him away from the door. “Listen here Mr. D’caht-” He huffed into the younger mans ear. “-I’m sick and tired of seeing you outside of this classroom after the bell has rung. It’s a nuisance and it shows just how much you do not respect my rules.”

“Sir I’m sorry It was an accident really.”

“I don’t care if it was or not boy!” The older man crossed his arms. “You. Detention. Yet again! TODAY!! And tomorrow… tomorrow I want you to bring your father down here to my office after school. Me and him are going to discuses the possibilities, No the reality of you being enrolled in my special delinquent “program”.”

Pj paled at the mention of Mr. Tarn‘s “program”. looking into Mr. Brown’s classroom Pj saw a boy who had just finished the “program”. He had been one of the worst class clowns in the whole school. Now he was always serious, wore pressed and starched business suit, and had his hair trimmed down to a buzz cut. The boy sensing he was being watched mechanically turned towards Pj a hollow look on his eyes and a creepy grin on his face. There was no way he was going to survive that. 

“Please Mr. Tarn I promise to be on time for now on.” Pj pleaded. “Just don’t call my dad!” 

“It’s already been decided Mr. D’caht.” Mr. Tarn said smugly. “I’ll see you and him tomorrow at four sharp.” His demands stated the older man turned around abruptly and walked off down the hall.

Pj almost felt like crying as he watched the bull leaving. “Oh man dad is so not going to be happy to hear about this.” he lamented.
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That afternoon…

Pj was still worrying about what his father was going to say by the time school had finished and he was making his way home. “Maybe I can sneak upstairs before dad comes home and tell him tomorrow morning.” The young man mused as he walked down his street. After all his dad wouldn’t be able to yell at him too much in the rush to get to work. But as usual the fates decided to give him a slap in the face because as he approached the house he could see that their car was in the driveway along with Moose’s. “Guess all I can do is face the music.” Pj said dourly as he opened the front door. “Dad I’m home!”

“’Bout time boy!” Came Pete’s voice from the living room. “What the fuck took you so long anyhow?“ 

“Sorry sir about that sir.” Pj explained as he walked towards the other room “But I had to stay-whoa!” Pj had to stop and gasp as he strolled into  living room the most unusual sight greeting him as he rounded the corner.  There was his dad was seated in his recliner pants down around his ankles while a nude Moose on all fours eagerly sucked on his monstrous dick. “D-DAD!?”

“Yeah what is it boy?” Pete said nonchalantly. “Yer not tellin’ me yer surprised by this.” He pointed down to the nursing Moose. “Had you on your knees like this a few days ago if I’m remember-a-natin’ right.”

Pj blushed his dad was right he had been in the same position not too long ago. “Well… alright.” looking down at Moose, Pj waved shyly. “Hi Moose.”

The gorilla took the older mans cock out of his mouth and grunted a quick “Hello” before Pete clutched the back of his head and forced him back down on his dick.

“Shut the fuck up monkey boy yer doing yer job.” Pete huffed. Hadn’t the boy learned never to interrupted a proper blowjob? Turning his attention back to his son. “Now son why don’t you come over here and tell yer pa how yer day at school was?” Pj knew an order when he heard one and slowly walked towards his dad. Before he got close however Pete raised a hand stopping him. “Naw-uh boy get naked I want something’ to look at while yer yammerin‘ on.”

Pj sighed and quickly pulled off all his clothes then took a seat across from his father on the couch. “So… dad why are you home so early?” The young man asked. Maybe if he could derail the conversation he could get out of telling his dad about Mr. Tarn just yet.

“Been home since lunchtime. Had to pick up a special delivery he-he.” Pete pointed to a large box which sat on the floor between the father and son.

His curiously getting the better of him Pj looked into the plain brown box. Inside were numerous sex toys, many Pj had seen inside the sex shop but were too expensive to buy at the time. Along with that there was a gallon sized bottle of lube and two stacks of DVDs. Picking them up Pj could see that each title was dirtier then the next. “Dad… why did you buy all of these.”

“Well I bought the toys to use on you boy.” Pete chuckled. “As fer the movies. Come to find out-” The older man picked up a remote and turned on the TV. The screen lit up and the image of a young man being mounted appeared on the screen. “-I sort of like’um. Givin’ me all sorts of ideas about how ta fuck yers and monkey boy’s slutty asses.”

Pj shiver in mild excitement and in fear. When his dad started doing something he always went into it full throttle. Pj never thought it would be having gay sex though. “Wow, wow dad that… sounds ok I guess.” 

Nice at hear you thing so son.” The other man replied. Their pair was quiet for a few moments the only sounds in the room Moose’s suckling and the moans on the TV. Pj relaxed a little bit feeling that his dad was too preoccupied with the thought of them having sex to remember his question about school. That was until Pete coughed getting the younger man’s attention. “So when were ya goin’ ta tell me ‘bout havin’ ta go to yer school to-marey?” Pete asked suddenly. 

Pj cringed he had been caught. “H…How did you find out?”

“Got a call from yer school a little while ago son.” Pete explained. “From the sound of the broad on the other end you must have done something’ real bad.”

“Listen dad I can explain-”

“-Forget it I’ll hear the whole story from yer principal.” Pete snapped. “Now answer my question boy. Why weren’t you going to tell me?” the last part of the sentence came out as a low growl.

“I…I was…”

“TELL THE TRUTH NOW BOY!” the older man snarled. 

“I was going to tell you tomorrow.” Pj said flinching. “I figured that you wouldn’t be able to yell at me having to go to work.”

Pete actually smiled at hearing this. “I’m startin’ at rub off on you son. Course it’s ta be ’spected after all the rubbin’ off you’ve done to me. He-he.”

His father ever the egoist. “You’re not mad at me?” Pj asked dubiously.

“Off course I am slut! Now I gotta go and take off early from work so that I can-” Pete stopped mid rant and grabbed onto the back of Moose’s head as he came into the young apes mouth with a heavy grunt. After he finished cumming Pete sighed then continued speaking.“-See what kind of trouble you got yer fat ass inta!”  pushing Moose off of his crotch Pete pointed to his lap. “Come’ ere boy and sit in daddies lap yer going to make it up to me double time ta’night fer having to deal wit yer shit.”

Pj gulped this wasn’t going to be the worst punishment he had endured from his dad, but it was still going to be painful. “I’m sorry about this dad.” Pj said as he sat in his fathers lap. His bare backside coming in to contact with the larger mans softening member.

“Never you mind that.” Pete snapped as he shifted the smaller man so that his soft cock ended up nestled between the boys furrow. Laughing at the yelp of surprised he wrapped an arm around Pj’s pudgy body pressing the boy’s back against his large chest. “Moose! I want ya to suck him off fer me.” Pete ordered. “But make sure he don’t cum one bit while ya do it. I got a nice tight cock ring that ought’ah help with that. It‘s over in the box got get it.”

Moose who had been on the floor watching the father and son wiped the leftover cum from his mouth. “Yes sir.” The submissive gorilla replied. He crawled over to Pete’s dirty box and after rummaging for a few seconds quickly produced a small leather strap holding it up for Pete to see, the older man nodding. 

At the sight of the strange strap Pj tried to object not really to sure about it. But before he could get the words out Pete yanked his head back and pressed his lips to Pj’s mouth. All the young boy could do as he was kissed breathless was whimper as the strap was secured around the base of his cock while the head was surrounded by the heat of Moose’s wet mouth. “Aw fuck!!” Pj moaned into his father’s mouth when the ape started to nurse on him.

Pete his kiss interrupted laughed at his son cursed and began playing with the younger dog’s chest. Squeezing and grouping the fleshy mounds the boy had with his large hands. “I really like handlin’ yer boobs slut. Almost as good as a chicks.“ The older dog whispered into his ear. He gave each of Pj’s erect nipples a hard twist. “But you know what I bets goin’ ta be better? When I take you upstairs, shove yer face to the mattress, and ream yer chunky ass real good. He-he b’fore the night is over yer going to be beggin’ and screamin’ fer me to let you bust a nut boy. Ain’t that right? “

Pj’s only answer to his fathers query was to moan deliriously, his body assaulted by the sensations of the two men giving him pleasure. As the seconds turned into minutes Pj gasped out “Yes sirs” and “please mores” as he sat in his fathers lap writhing and crying out in passions. 

Pete was enjoying the whole scene very much his fat son was so responsive thrashing against his larger frame and so noisy, he could listen to this for hours. His mouth began to water as he worked the younger man over making him grin lustfully. His impressive cock was hardening again as it was massaged by the boys warm crack. It wouldn’t be long before he would be able to do as he had promised and skewer Pj on it fucking him well into the night.

It was an hour or so later when Mr. Wey, who had been trimming his hedges, dropped his clippers. The sound of a loud moaning startling him. “Just what the fuck are they doing over there.“ He huffed glaring at the D’caht’s house.
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Tuesday 4:00...

Pj fiddled with his thumbs as he sat in the row of chairs inside of his schools main office. He looked up at Mr. Tarn’s office door knowing that he was going to meet his fate behind it. To say he was worried about that would be an understatement. What he was, was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Turning to his annoyed and bored father he wondered what was about to happen. His dad didn’t seem upset about his tardiness to school just about having to deal with it. Would he agree with Mr. Tarn and allow the bull to enroll him in the dreaded “program”? Would he yell at Mr. Tarn for making him come down here? Would he-

“Would you stop yer worryin’!” Pete snapped startling Pj. “Yer startin’ to annoy me son.”

Pj looked down into his lap. “Sorry dad but can you blame me? Mr. Tarn is a scary guy.”

“You afraid of him more then me boy?” Pete asked with some amusement.

Pj instantly amended his response thinking that his father was serious. “No! No sir your number one on my list. I‘m terrified of you.”

“Relax kid. I was teasein’.” Pete leaned back in his seat the cheep plastic groaning from his weight. “Now to yer prince-o-pal. Don’t let that old bastard scare you. I’ve never met the smuck but he’s probably like most of them ad-mini-strative types. Just wants at hear “I’m sorry” “I’ll never do it again.” You know bullshit. Let’s just get this over wit fast so we can-” The older male whispered the rest into his son’s ear. “-get home and then in my bed…. He-he.”

Pj couldn’t help but turn red from the lust in his father’s voice. “Aw come on dad wasn’t last night enough? I’m still sore.”

“Fuck right you are, Taking little Petey up yer hole like you did last night.” Pete said smugly.

The blush worsened. “DAD!” Pj tried to cover his face with his hands embarrassed while his dad laughed at him.

Meanwhile away from the father and son, Mr. Tarn stood in of his office looking out of his window. He was watching as the last of the student body left for the day. There was a sneer on his muzzle as he observed the young men and women laughing and fooling around. Oh how he hated every single one of those little brats. They were noisy, disobedient, destructive little troublemakers In need of a firm hand to guide them into adulthood. Like he had, had.

That was the very reason he had started his little delinquent program. A place where he could use what he had been taught in the military and his fathers youth camp to shape them into model citizens. Using hard labor, sleep deprivation and a good dose of fear! He couldn’t put into words how much he enjoyed his project. Speaking of his pride and joy… his appointment with that fat little D’caht boy was about to begin. Walking over to his desk Mr. Tarn pressed a button on his intercom.

“Mrs. Roily are Pj D’caht and his father here?”

“Yes sir they arrived here about an hour ago.” The woman on the other end replied.

Mr. Tarn grinned to himself. “Prefect.” in his opinion making the parent’s wait made them irritable which meant they be so angry with their kids that they would jump at the chance to allow him to “train” them. Though thinking about it that trick may not be necessary. Mr. D’caht’s father might not be too hard to convince. Judging from the son, the father was going to be a real push over. Probably some wimpy bespectacled little paper pusher scared of any authority figure or his own shadow, like his kid was. “Mrs. Roily… please inform our guests to enter my office now.

“Of course sir.” Mrs. Roily replied back in an unimpressed manner.

The large bull took his seat behind his desk preparing himself for the meeting. After straightening his bowtie and taking a drink of water. The door to his office creaked open slowly and Pj poked his head inside. “Mr. Tarn?” The boy asked.

“I believe so Mr. D’caht?” Mr. Tarn said sarcastically. He didn’t care to fool around with the chubby boy. “Well, come in here son I don‘t have all day!”

“Alright sir.“ Pj opened the door all the way and walked inside. To Mr. Tarn’s displeasure the younger man was alone. “Where is your father young man?”

“Oh…he had to go to the bathroom.” Pj mumbled. He didn’t want to know the real reason for His dad’s absence. As they had waited in the main office Moose had passed by alone. Pete wanting him to pick something up for him had followed him telling Pj that he’d be back. Right now the younger man wondered if his dad had planed that to make him face his doom alone.  “Sorry about that.”

“…I suppose we can wait.” Mr. Tarn growled. He could see where Pj got his lateness from. “In the meantime take your seat and we’ll wait for him.” Pj said a quiet ok and sat in one of the chairs in front of the bull‘s desk. “So… Tell me was your father angry with you when you informed him of our meeting?” The older male asked. “It must be hard having to leave his work and come down here because of your misbehavior. I bet he punished you for this.“

Pj cringed at the mention of that. That is what his father had done though not in the way the older man was thinking about. “Y…Yes sir he did.”

‘Bet he sent you to your room or some new age shit.’ Mr. Tarn thought to himself. In his opinions parents today didn’t have the balls to teach there kids like they needed to be taught. Out loud he said. “Well it can’t be helped I suppose. When a child is a trouble maker there is no one to blame but the parents I believe.”

Pj’s mind drifted to Tony, Mr. Tarn’s son. He wondered what the older man would say if he knew what his son did and if he would blame himself for his behavior… probably not. Before Pj could wonder about it any longer the sound of his dad’s voice reached his ears. 

“Oh, so he’s in here?” Pete’s voice came from behind the door. There was a bored hum-hum from the sectary then the door slowly opened.

“Ah so you finally decided to join us Mr.-” Mr. Tarn began. He stopped though when he caught sight of Pj’s father’s large frame filling the doorway. The bull’s eyes bulged out and his mouth hung open in shock. “-SARGE PETE!!” He asked in shock.

“Tarny!?” Pete said equally surprised.

Pj looked from his dad to Mr. Tarn. “Do… you two know each other.” He asked as his father approached Mr. Tarn’s desk.

Both men ignored his question and shook hands. “Well I’ll be!” Pete said happily. “Iffin it isn’t ol’ Bullheaded Howard Tarn!” 

Mr. Tarn smiled at his old nickname and laughed. “Can’t believe it’s you sarge I haven’t seen you in years! What on earth are you doing here?”

“Well this here is m’ boy.” Pete said pointing to Pj. “Can’t ya tell he’s the spittin’ image of me.”

“He’s you son?” Mr. Tarn asked dubiously. Looking down at Pj he could now see that the older man was right they did look alike. “But his last name is D’caht and yours-”

“-Was Pete.” Pete finished. “The ex wife said she wouldn’t marry less I took her name. Didn‘t want to do it but she had a big fat inheritance coming from her ma so I agreed.”

Mr. Tarn shook his head. Just like his buddy, money first above all. “Still can’t believe that boy over there is yours.” The bull remarked. “He’s so… so…”

“Wimpy?” Pete suggested with a laugh. “Yeah yer right Tarny, but he’s mine.”

“I was going to say something nicer but yes “Wimpy” covers it.” The bull chuckled. He went back to his desk and sat down behind it. “Come over here you old bastard let’s talk about old times!” 

Pete smiled at is old friend then took a seat next to his son. “So ol’ Bullheaded Howard tell me what have ya been up too since ya had ta leave the army.”

Mr. Tarn stiffened a little from the mention of his discharge but quickly recovered. “I… Had some things that needed to be work out so I spent a few years with some very…special people who helped me with my problems. Finally I got my stuff together and discovered my true calling…” He grinned evilly at Pj making the boy jump a little in his seat. “…Being a principal.”

“”He-he I bet it is. You were always a tough as nails soldier. An from what I heard from m’ boy here yer a tough as nails principal. He’s scared to death of you.” Pete laughed “Just like them fella’s at boot camp. I still remember how the new recruits would shake at the sight of you.”

“Ah the good old days.” Howie said quietly. How he missed the times when they palled around. “Shame that they’re over now. So…what about you? Still an army man?”

“Naw I left quite awhile ago.“ Pete said frowning. “Discharged like you were.”

Howard’s eyes lit up. “Really? What for?” He asked.

Pete got a far off look in his eyes for a few seconds the sound of a garbled voice and duck feathers flying through his mind. “There was an incident with this little fellow. You know the one in my platoon. He pissed me off one to many times and I kicked the hell out of him. Put him in the infirmary.” He said once he had snapped back to reality.

“That sounds like you.” Mr. Tarn said. A small part of him had hoped Pete had left because of the same reason he had. “Remember the time you, me and Bubba went out drinking that time at O’Reilly’s bar?”

Pete slapped his knee. “You bet I do! That was one hell of a night! I can still see the look on that Cajun Gators face when you-”

(I sat there for about an hour as my dad and Mr. Tarn talked and talked about their time in the army. Come to find out Mr. Tarn had been really rowdy when he was younger. Getting into fights and chasing women. Wonder what happened to him to make him so nasty? Sitting there I thought about how it was so strange seeing him smiling and laughing with my dad. It was like he was a different person. An added plus was that now that they were so engrossed in their conversation they seemed to forget why we were there. That was until I drew attention to myself.)

Just as Pj’s dad was telling Mr. Tarn about his dealership the youngest man began to feel a slight tickle on the tip of his nose. After a few moments of trying to contain his upcoming outburst he failed and sneezed hard sending a small gust of wind across Mr. Tarn’s desk sending all of his neatly stacked papers flying into the air. “S, Sorry.” The boy sniffled.

“For fucks sake boy what have I told ya about interup-ti-bating me when I‘m talkin’!” Pete scolded harshly. “I swear I don‘t know what at do with you half the time.”

Mr. Tarn frowned realizing that he had allowed a trip down memory lane to derail the real reason for their meeting. “Speaking of that, Sarge. I believe it’s time we discussed what we‘re going to do with him”

“Oh yeah plum near forgot about why I came down here.” Pete glared at his son. “So what did you bring me down here for Tarny?”

“What I wanted to talk to you about was his habit of coming in late to school.“ Mr. Tarn began. “It’s becoming disruptive to the other students, the teacher is forced to stop his class and deal with him when he comes into the room late. I think it may be a good idea to have him join my reeducation program on the weekends.”

“You called me in here cause he’s been tardy?” Pete asked the other man suddenly annoyed. That had to be the stupidest thing he ever heard. The secretary on the phone made it sound like his son had paint sprayed the side of the building or blown up the science lab.”

“Precisely… um…Sarge.” Howard knew the sound of anger in his old friend’s voice. During their “friendship” it was always understood that Pete was the top dog and having him mad at you meant a black eye or worst. “It’s…It’s the rules here you see. My rules and I expect your son to abide by them.” 

“Fucks sake Tarny why do you have to always have a stick up yer but!” Pete fumed. “I mean when you bother other people with this crap I always thought it was funny but when you bother me…”

“I apologize about this sir but it needs to be taken care of.” The anger was all it took for Howard to slip back into their old rut, the bull trying his best to say what other man wanted to hear and not make matters worst for him. “Why don’t we just agree to enroll your boy into my course that way you can get out of here quicker.”

“Forget about that the kid already has a trainin‘ program durin’ the weekend…ME! And I do a right good job with poundin’ his ass right into shape” Pete grinned at Pj the double meaning in his words quite clear to the boy.

‘Training he says’ Pj thought to himself.

Mr. Tarn however didn’t know about their little game and huffed. They weren’t in the army anymore and he was in charge here “Listen Mr. D’caht I know you were good at making them privates do as they were told in the army but making a teenager do as told is a bit harder.” He chuckled awkwardly. “I have experience with kids. I can instill the ethics and discipline a boy like him needs mold him into a man like me and by the time he graduates he‘ll be completely obedient to you. No back talk, no more problems.”

Pete placed both of his hands on the bull’s desk and leaned forward looking him strait in the eyes. “I already got that bully boy. Just watch!” He looked over his shoulder back at his son. “PEE-JAY!!”

Pj shot up form his seat and saluted his father. “Yes sir!”

“Get yer ass over to that there door and lock it for me.” Pete commanded.

“Ok dad.” Pj went to the door and quickly done as he had been told. 

“Good, boy.” Pete grinned at Mr. Tarn who was actually a little impressed by the boys speed. “See…? Now watch this… Son I want you to strip for me now.”

“WHAT!?’

“You heard me! Off wit them dammed clothes!” Pete restated. “Do it now or you know what’s goin’ ta happen to you!”

The tone in his father’s voice made Pj shiver. He knew if he didn’t get naked now he’d be paying for it in bed later by not being allowed to climax until his dad said so. So with his hands shaking the young man shed his jacket then pulled his shirt over his head.

“Sarge are you really going to make him strip?” Mr. Tarn asked. Was this father actually going to make his son take off all his clothing just to prove his point?

“You bet I am bully boy. I told him to do something and by dammed he‘s going to do it! That‘s how I “trained“ him.” Pete said as he watched Pj peel off his clothing. Within a few seconds the boy had finished and stood before the two older men completely naked. Much to the joy of his father it seemed.

“Alright sir.” Pj said shivering in the slight draft. “I’m nude.” 

Pete licked his lips as his eyes roamed over his son’s body. He was getting very found of that sight. “See Tarny?” He told his old army buddy. “The kid does everything I tell him to do, little backtalk. And it get’s even better.” Pete stood up fully and turned to his son. “Alright boy… …  come’mer  and get on yer knees. We’re going to put on a show for yer prince-a-pal here.”

“Dad please, not here” Pj begged. But his father was unmoving. Frowning at his objection and crossing his arms. Seeing that there was no changing his mind Pj gave a heavy sigh and walked over to his dad dropping to his knees when he was in front of him.

Pete patted his son on the head telling him “Yer doing real good boy.” He cooed. “Now keep yer eyes open Tarny.” Without any sort of warning the older dog unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankles. As soon as they hit the floor he growled to the young man on the ground before him. “SUCK ME BITCH!” and took him by the back of the head forcing him down on his member. Pj used to this treatment just opened his mouth wide and took his fathers thick cock into his mouth sucking on it just the way the older man liked it. Humming for joy as he pleasure him.

Howard was shocked to see his student take his father‘s cock into his mouth and shouted. “MR. D’CAHT!!” as he bolted out of his seat and rushed around his desk. “You let that boy go this instant you sick pervert!” He rushed to the pair intent of pulling them apart but before he could help Pj his horn was grabbed and he was pulled up so that he was looking Pete right in his bloodshot eyes.

“What the fuck do you think yer doing you stupid steer?” Pete Huffed. “He’s m’ boy and I’ll use him anyway I see fit. And don’t you dare act all high and mighty wit me! I know the real reason you were discharge!” The larger man pulled his son off of his dick for a moment. “Pj do you know why our friend here had at leave the army boy?”

“P…P…People say he gored someone, right?” Pj replied.

“Gored someone you say?” Pete laughed at that. “Fuck no boy. Ol’ Bully Boy was caught doing something real naughty like to one of his privates. Probably why he wants you at join his stupid little boy scout group. Probably uses that scam for a harem.”

Mr. Tarn had had enough of this. “Shows what you know you bloated mutt. My program is legitimate! Teaching young men how to act in the world. Not some sort of homosexual love-in. Thanks to my pastor I haven’t touched another man in twenty years. ”

“Oh is that right huh?” Pete said mockingly. “Well how about we go an remedy that. Pj go and give my pal here some love with yer mouth.”

Pj looked up at his father then to Mr. Tarn. “Are you sure d-“ Pete glared at his son making the younger man 180 in mid sentence. “-all right sir I’ll get right to it.” 

Howard tried to back away but was stopped when Pete slipped behind him and put him into a half nelson ‘Ah, ah, ah yer not getting‘ away!” Pete chuckled. 

“Don’t you dare do this D’caht!” the bull threatened. He couldn’t allow himself to fall into this. But it was to late his fly was unzipped by the younger man below him and his dick was pulled out.

“Hum got a nice one there horn head.” Pete remarked when he saw the sizable piece of beef Howard had attached to him. “Better suck that thing good son make the cow here moo real loud fer us. 

“Alright sir.” Pj lower his head and swallowed the bull’s large cock nursing on it as best he could. 

Mr. Tarn closed his eyes and hissed through his teeth when his dick was surrounded by that warm wetness he had missed so much over the last two decades. There were the voices of his mom and his dad, a pastor telling him that this was sick and wrong in the back of his mind but he quickly hushed them when he felt the young man in front of him grind his nose in his pubic hair.

Pete snorted seeing his old friend so easily fall into his so called vice. “So much fer your high and mighty talk huh Tarny.” the larger male worked on of his hands into the bulls silk shirt tweaking a nipple he came across. “Tell me how bad was it when our old captain found you fucking that man in the ter-let?”

“It was bad Sarge. Got sent to a straight camp by my dad, the pastor.” Howard told him his voice cracking with a bit of emotion. “How… how did you find out about it anyway? I was told it was going to be kept secret.”

“Bah just figured it was something like that.” Pete whispered into a bovine ear “It knew you were a queer since back in the day. When I saw you eyeing them men in uniform. Even caught you sneaking a peek at yours truly once in the shower.” The other man chuckled.  

Howard lowered his head a little ashamed that he been caught. It was true he had always admired his friend’s hefty form. “Was I really the obvious back then?”

Pete rolled his eyes. “Fuck right you were. Made me a bit sick back then havin’ sleep in the same room with a homo in the top bunk. Only reason talked to you was because you were fun at drink with. No fear of the fairy stealing the pussy I was eyeing. Course that ain’t a problem any more you see I’ve seen the error of ’m ways and turned over a new leaf thanks to the little slut sucking yer nob down there. Havin‘ sex with a guy can be fun! Would have do it a long time ago if I knew.” 

Pete let go of his prisoner feeling that he wasn’t going to move for anything. “Bet after all these years of actin’ straight has yer butt itching real bad fer a good sized cock to go up it.” Pete continued. He slid his hand down the horned mans hairy back cupping the bull’s his pert ass. “Am I right Tarny? In fact I bet if I told you you’d take off them pants and bend over for me. You would, wouldn’t you?”

Howard gasped at the mention of him being fucked by his old friend. All those times he sat in the bar next to the base watching Pete charm his way into some girl’s pants. Envying that woman as they left to have sex and wishing that it was him instead. Now here he was a grown man, an authority figure and principal and almost cumming at the touch of the larger mans hand on his backside. Could he really be considering this?

“I waitin’ for my anwser soldier!” Pete barked. “Ya can’t keep a superior officer waitin’ to long now can you? Iffin ya didn’t hear me I’ll say it again. You want yer Sarge at fuck yer bully ass boy!

Yes he had to have it! With that last bit of reluctance dissolved away Howard Tarn pushed Pj away from his member and unbuckled his pants letting them fall to the floor. “SIR YES SIR!!” He said red faced as he stepped out of them. 

Pete backed away from his newest fuck bud. “Alright then.” He flourished to Tarn’s desk. “Get up there and show Sarge yer ass soldier.” 

“Sis yes sir!” Howard saluted.

“Good.” Pete watched as Howard walked over to his desk and bent over exposing his ass to the larger man. “Pretty sight ain’t it boy.” He said to Pj as he watched Mr. Tarn‘s tail swish in the air. “Yer big bad principal beggin’ ta be fucked by yer dad. Guess that mean’s I really am number one don’t it?”

Pj stared at his dad speechless. Was that the real reason he was about to have sex with Mr. Tarn? To prove that he was his master or something? Pj sat there contemplating this as he watched his dad step up behind Mr. Tarn and spit into his hand. 

Using little care Pete jammed his finger into the man under him loosening the hole he was about to fuck with great joy. Howard moaned and wiggled his backside clearly reveling in the feeling of being fingered by the larger male. “Never ceases at amaze me how you queers get off when someone plays with yer ass.” Pete remarked. He pushed in another finger. “Wonder why?”

Hearing this Pj got an idea. For once he was going to get a little bit of revenge on his dad. He just hoped he was alive afterwards. All he had to do was wait a little bit more.

Pete having grown tired with opening his soon to be fuck doll’s asshole withdrew his fingers flicking the leftover spit off of them and onto the floor. “You ready fer little Petey bully boy?“

“Sir…YES SIR!“ Howard said panting. “Please fill me Sarge.“

“Just what I like to hear a bitch who-“ He grabbed the smaller man by the flanks and drove his cock into him in one hard stroke. Mr. Tarn grunting out pain as he was entered then moaning in lust. “-knows his place. Beneath their his superior.“ without allowing the bull to grow accustomed to his size Pete began to shift his hips his member moving in and out of the tight channel.

“Oh god, Sarge It feels like your splitting me apart.” Mr. Tarn mewled as he was fucked. Soon the bull was pushing against Pete trying to get that wondrous rod to plunge deeper into his hungry hole. The girth, the curses, the sound of the cat grunting it was everything he had dreamed about when he was in the bunkhouse jacking off after his friend went to sleep. 

When he noticed that the man under him impaling himself Pete had stopped and laughed. “Slut! Look at you tryin’ ta fuck yerself on my dick.” He pointed out. “Well iffin that’s how you want it then go ahead work yerself on my pole. I‘d be happy fer the rest.” He let go of Mr. Tarn placing his hands on his own hips and looking down between them and watching as his dark cock sank between the bull’s gray cheeks. Diving into that wet warm hole again and again.

Seeing his dad stop his gyrating and standing still Pj knew it was now or never and crawled over to him. As quietly as he could he spat into his hands and worked his wet finger between his fathers ass cheeks becoming turned on by the heat between those black furred mounds. He was going to enjoy this.

His confidence shrunk however when his dad gave a shout of “What the hell?” and twisted his body looking down at his son on the floor. “What did I tell you about my hole?” Pete huffed. He was about to halt his fucking and smack the boy good and hard but gave it a second thought. Maybe he could give this a try the guys in those videos seemed to like it. “You know what boy… keep going.”

“Really dad?” 

“You heard me! You want to play with daddies ass then do it.” Pete returned his attention back to Mr. Tarn.  “But make sure you do it right, use yer tongue.”

“D…Dad!?” Pj hadn’t even considered doing that. It sounded sick…but thinking about it, his cock hardened just a little bit and his mouth began to water. He wanted to try it at least one. So with his breath quickening Pj pried apart his father’s ass exposing a blinking pucker to his lust fogged eyes. Hesitantly he leaned forward and took a tentative lick. It tasted ok he guessed. But what really made him want to continue was the shudder that went through his dad’s body.

“Dam boy that sure felt nice.” Pete admitted. “Keep at it.”

Pj licked his lips and obeyed swiping his tongue across his fathers hole repeatedly making the older man sigh and shudder every time he did. Soon licking wasn’t enough and he began drilling his tongue into that tight hole Pete grinding his ass backwards pushing him into the heat the moment he did..

“That’s it boy eat yer daddy. Make him glad he let you do this.” Pete said. “And as for you Tarny slam yerself down harder I want to hear them cheeks slapping against my thighs.”

“Sir yes sir!!’ both Pj and Howard shouted.

As the two men he was using double their efforts Pete raised his head to the ceiling and pinched his nipples. moaned softly as he rode the wave of lust. “Fuck this is good!“ He whispered. Who would of thought that fucking some guy‘s ass while being ate out would make him so horny. 

Pj was having a similar epiphany stroking his dick feverishly as he worked his tongue into his fathers hole. He wondered how all this would look to someone watching. Him, face buried in his fathers ass while the older man fucked his principal. It must have been a sick sight. But he didn’t care less. All he wanted was to do was enjoy having sex.

As the minutes went on the three men lost themselves in their primal lust fucking, licking and thrusting as they edged themselves closer and closer to climax. It was Howard who fell over the edge first bellowing out like a wounded animal as he came all over his desk. Pj was next squirting onto the floor his cry of joy muffled against this father’s flesh. And finally Pete finished the large man cursing like a sailor as he shot a thick load of cum deep into Mr. Tarn’s hole. 

Howard sighed as he returned to earth after his orgasm. “Fuck that…that felt so good Sarge. …Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it buddy I was glad to ream yer ass.” Pete said rubbing his knuckles on his chest. He pulled away from the bull he had breeded his soft cock making a wet popping sound as it left his rectum. Bumping into his son Pete turned around. “You alright boy?” He asked.

Pj stood up and wiped his mouth. “Yeah sir just a little wierded out.”

Pete cocked his head. “What’s so weird son? Drilling yer tongue into yer fathers ass?” Pj looked away form the other man. “Well knock it off cause I found something new I liked.” Pete wrapped his arm around his sons shoulder and drew him into a kiss. Pulling away he said. “Hummm…Tasty.”

Mr. Tarn coughed drawing the pair’s attention. “Um…Sarge…in light of what just happened I think we should forget about making your son join my program.” He smiled at his old friend. “You got him more then under control.”

“Dam right I do.” Pete let go of his son and grabbed Howard by both his horns. “An I got you now too don’t I?”

Mr. Tarn was quiet for several seconds thinking this over but eventually gave in. “Yes you do Sarge.”

“Good man.” Pete lowered his head kissing the bull and making him moan into his mouth.

(How does my dad do this? Now he had another guy joining our little circle and I was all for it. As the days go by I find myself diving deeper and deeper into this depravity. As I watched my dad and Mr. Tarn kiss I began wondering again if I really wanted this to go on and thought about asking him to stop. But then i think about when my dad makes me suck his cock or works his fingers into me and  how I forget about my objections letting him do whatever he wants. Guess I'll just do what i said earlier. Ride this out until it's over and you know what… I don't mind.)

To be continued…

Next time Pj shows Mr. Fraido how thankful he is for what he’s done for him…