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Jason the big, black furred husky drove his fathers old red mustang down the all but abandoned dirt road. Glancing at his phone, he saw it weas nearing midnight, which meant he had about another hour before he had to start racing home. He couldn't let his old man catch him driving the car without permission, much less explain to the cop that he was out joyriding.

The thought made Jason frown, but also excited him a little. Despite being the biggest guy on his highschool football team, the 18 year old had an interest in psychology, considering a job in the field even, after he was done with football. His mind wondered about the reason why he loved to take his dad's things: his socks, his snacks from the fridge, and of course his money. Did he really want to piss him off that bad? Maybe he wanted to be like his father. Maybe both.

Jason snorted. No, he just wanted to piss the old hard ass off. Most kids have to grow up with a father who's only stern when he needs to be. Growing up with a cop as a father, well... The husky let out an audible chuckle and shook his head before cranking up the radio to full blast.

Glaring at the dark road ahead of him, he stepped his foot harder on the pedal and sped off once more, the high speed giving him an adrenaline rush. Little did the husky know that he was on private property. Unfortunately for him, the farmer who owned the land had caught him tearing up his road for the fifth and final time and had phoned the local police.

After an unknown amount of minutes, it came as a surprise to Jason when he saw red and blue police sirens in his rear view mirror. His eyes shot open and his heart skipped a beat before sinking. Oh no. Surely whoever this was would realize he was their co-worker John's son and spill the beans about his joyride to his father. The thought made him gulp in anxiety as he pulled the speeding car to a slow pace and then finally to a stop at the side of the road.

Jason placed his hands perfectly on the 10 and 2 clock points of the steering wheel, wanting to somehow look like an ideal driver in an attempt to appease the cop. Clearing his throat, he looked out the rear view window of his fathers car and saw a hulking, black silhouette step out in front of the bright beams of the cop car. He knew immediately from the large, muscled frame filling out that navy blue uniform it had to be a male cop, and a studly one at that... but as the mystery man stepped closer, and that all too familiar black furred, angry face became visible, Jason wished it had been some whiny old broad.

John stepped up the window of the car, HIS car, and placed his hand gently on the drivers side window of the convertable. He inhaled to relax, even as his fist clenched around the metal and threatened to leave dents before finally exhaling and speaking in a calm, stern voice. "Do you know why I pulled you over today, sir?"

Jason looked blankly ahead, blinking a couple times, unsure of what to think. Sir? Was his dad messing with him? If so, why was he so calm? Maybe his dad had known about the joyrides for months and just didn't care. The thought made Jason relax more, deciding if his dad's cliche procedure was a joke, he might as well play along.

Jason leaned back in the seat, getting comfortable as he placed his hands behind his head, allowing potato chip crumbs to fall down his white tank top and onto his blue jean shorts. He looked up into the avatior glasses of his father and smirked, already feeling more confident. It was just his dad! He was a fool to have been so worked up before. What was he going to do, give his son a stern lecture? Big whoop.

Jason rolled his eyes as the smirk remained plastered on his face, deciding to play along. "I don't know, OFFICER, because of my killer good looks?" Jason chuckled, his eyes scanning his fathers dark blue uniform. He looked so different than at home aside from the glasses which he'd wear whenever they went out. His nametag certainly made him look intimidating, SMITH embroided cleanly across his chest pocket. The uniform looked tight though, hugging the older husky's body. Didn't they make bigger sizes? Maybe not. His dad was pretty huge. The thoughts about his superior DNA made Jasons smirk grow into a full blown grin.

John looked down at his son, his blank expression never changing as he pulled out a small notepad and pencil, reading it. "Trespassing, speeding, driving without a seatbelt." He wrote the last one after a quick glance to his cocky son's face, which immeditately lost it's grin.

Jason's face quickly grew visibly angry. Here was his father, no nonsense as usual, turning this opportunity for a really funny story over some harmless "law breaking" into a big, serious deal. Couldn't he just lighten up for once? Jason spoke then, his words coming out as more of a hiss than a serious question. "You're SERIOUSLY writing me up? How the hell am I supposed to pay for this? God damn it Dad, this shit isn't funny! You ruin my life at home, all day every day, and then when I leave the house and escape because of YOU, you track me down and ruin my fun as a cop. Fan-fucking-tastic." Jason crossed his arms across his chest and snorted, looking away from his father.

John listened patiently while his son whined and complained, having expected nothing less from the spoiled, entitled brat. He cursed Martha under his breath, always having told her to be more strict on the boy. He shook his head at the memories of all their past arguments and cleared his throat. "Step out of the car, son."

Jason looked back at his father with an expression words would only fail to describe. If only looks could kill, John thought as the pup spoke. "Step out of the car? ARE you KIDDING me???" Jason then leaned forward and POUNDED his clenched fist on the steering wheel, causing the car to HONK suddenly.

John stood there, showing no emotion across his calm, trained face even after his favorite sports car was pounded on by his oversized, immature husky son. John spoke again, repeating his polite request with a deeper, more serious voice. "Step out of the car. I'm not going to tell you again." It was taking all the man had to keep his composure at this point. This had been a LONG shift, and here was his son, who never stopped bitching, sitting here in a car he stole, damaging it, and still trying to guilt trip him.

"Or WHAT?" Jason snorted. "You gonna take me to JAIL, OFFICER? God you are SUCH a hardass. It's no wonder mom left you last year, actually, YES, it is! It's a wonder she stayed with you so long in the first place! Only other mistake she made was leaving me in your custody. Stupid bitch."

John HUFFED, his fist now fully clenched with his teeth grit together. It was one thing for him to belittle his father, but to hear him talk about Martha like that when HE was the reason they were pushed so far apart...

John suddenly opened the car door and reached out, grabbing his son by the scruff of his neck, the bigger man's arm fully flexed as he LIFTED his son out almost effortlessly, like a child and stood him on his feet. "Hands on the hood of the car." He growled, no longer able to hide his anger. Jason's ears flattened as he looked down, suddenly scared because he'd never heard his father talk like this before. He froze up. "NOW!" The bigger male said, watching as the big young male hurried over to the hood of the sports car and bent over it slightly, his hands on the hood like he was told.

A small surge of pride flooded into John's mind as he saw his son being obedient for the first time in his life, but it was quickly drowned out by the remaining anger as the big blue clad male walked up behind the punk. "Spread 'em." He ordered, his voice still half growling as he took another deep breath to calm himself. The kid was a punk. It was natural for him to retaliate against his parents, John thought, starting to feel a little bad now.

"You can't do this! I have rights! I want a lawyer!" Jason whined out, sounding like he was about to sob even as he tried to make his voice sound tough. John's ears perked as he heard his son try to insinuate that he knew more than his father, a cop, about the law, and even more, try to imply he was going to use John's money for a lawyer. He hadn't learned anything. This was the last straw.

John let out a deep, gutteral growl before BARKING out loudly. "I SAID SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS!" Though he didn't wait, promptly placing a large black furred hand into his sons back and flattening him chest first into the hood of the car, proceeding to kick his son's feet wide apart.

Jason gasped as he felt his legs being forcefully spread by his father. The man had been abrasive his entire life, but this was taking it to a new level. With the fur on the back of his neck bristling, Jason decided he'd had enough and let out a loud, deep GROWL. "GET THE HELL OFF ME YOU PRICK!" He snarled as he began to wriggle under his fathers bulk, but to no avail. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" the younger man threatened in a blind rage.

"YOU AIN'T DOIN' SHIT!" The big male responded so quickly he cut his son off, promptly yanking his sons head back by the hair and proceeding to SLAM it down hard into the hood of the car. As Jason let oud a groan and laid there, dazed, John's hands continued to search down his son's bulky body. His throughts raced as he imagined it on the field, thinking about how intimidated his opponents must always be. He'd almost be proud if he wasn't convinced his son was bullying other students. As he finished patting down his sons rear and going down his thighs, he imagined them pressing against the tight fabric of his uniform. Oh yeah, the kid had muscles... John continued his frisking, going down to the feet and back up, telling himself he had to be sure...

It was only after his son regained composure and choked out "D-Dad?? What're you doing??" that John noticed his hands had stayed rooted in one spot: his sons rear. He was cupping his son's ham-like ass cheeks through his blue jeans. John felt his cock beginning to swell inside his uniform as he got an idea. Oh yes... He squeezed those fat ass globes. He was going to teach his son a lesson in humility he would never forget.

"Sir, I have reason to believe you may be hiding illegal narcotics." John said flatly, still holding onto his boy's ass. "Your car is a mess, and your actions tonight have been reckless. I'm gonna need you to drop your pants for" John cleared his throat, speaking loudly and clearly. "a cavity search."

"W...What?" Was all Jason could manage to blurt out. His mind was racing. Was this a test of some kind? Did his dad really think he was on drugs? "Dad!!! You're not putting your hand up my ass!" Jason stammered loudly, surprised he would ever have to say such a thing to his father.

John grunted in response, continuing to speak matter-of-factly. "If you won't remove your pants, they will be forcefully removed. The choice is yours." He said, finally taking his hands off those blue jeans, watching with a devious smirk as he saw his quietly whimpering son slowly stand up and unbutton his jean shorts. John adjusted his fully swollen crotch as the blue fabric fell around his son's ankles, leaving him in only his white top and a plain white jockstrap that framed his plump, heart shaped and black furred ass.

John licked his chops, unable to contain his excitement. "Fuck yeah..." He blurted out, uncaring whether or not his son questioned his methods at this point. "Now bend back over the hood and spread your cheeks bit-... son." It took everything John had to not go full cowboy on the ass displayed so beautifully in front of him right now, reminding him so much of his ex-wife's, only... even plumper.

Jasons ears flattened as he thought he heard his dad start to call him a bitch, but decided not to risk backtalking him at this point. The young husky reached back and slowly cupped his ass cheeks, spreading them a little bit, biting his lip as he felt the cold night air against his bare asshole. "Y... You don't need to search very far right? Dad I SWEAR I'm not on drugs!" He whined out.

"Shut the hell up." John muttered under his breath. Jason's eyes went WIDE as he heard a ZIP sound behind him. "DAD?? What the hell are y-!" His words were cut off by a loud SMACK that echoed throughout the still night air as Johns hand landed across that fat husky booty presented so nicely in front of him. "I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP BITCH!"

Jason froze, having never been so terrified before in his life... his heart racing, unable to focus until he heard it... a wet, smacking sound being repeated behind him. Slowly turning his head over his shoulder to look back at his father, Jason's eyes went WIDER than ever before as he saw his father, still in uniform, with his cock out of his zipper, sliding lubricant all over his fully swollen manhood, beating his meat.

Jason expected him to stop, to offer some sort of explanation as they met eyes, but John kept tugging away at his long neglected maleness, finally speaking out calmly. "You're gonna need to spread 'em wider than that." He said before returning his gaze to that beautiful black ass and licking his lips.

Jasons eyes returned forward. He couldn't think. He couldn't believe it. This had to be a nightmare! He started to stammer out once more. "No... no this is wrong... this is wrong I'm your-" Only to have his fathers massive hand engulf the back of his head and bring it up off the car so that he could speak into his ear "You ain't shit. Just another cocky thug who decided to mess with me on a bad day." Jason whimpered, then SHUDDERED as he felt that swollen, lubed mass hotdogging his jock-framed ass cheeks. He began to plea only to have his face SMASHED down into the hood of the red convertable, visibly denting it as a little blood trickled out of Jasons possibly busted nose in a small stream down the hood.

John gripped each of those fat jock ass cheeks and spread them wide, painfully so as Jason whimpered, before roughly SLIDING his length halfway in, stopping to enjoy the tightness, and the CRIES that exploaded from his sons now sobbing head.

"That's nothing bitch. I'm only half way in!" The old husky sneered, grinning from ear to ear in delight at both being able to get his rocks off and teach his son a lesson once and for all. He then THRUST his hips forward, his pelvis SMACKING into that plump football player ass as he bottomed out in the screaming bitch. "Daddy's home!" The big cop exclaimed, tail wagging in delight for the first time in as long as he could remember.

As he slowly pulled back and pushed in, starting with slow, deep thrusts, John found himself salivating after having gone so long without getting some tail... and what a tail this was! Soon the big dog found himself pantingas his hips repeatedly SLAMMED into those meaty, moaning ass cheeks in increasingly rapid, continuously deep thrusts. He didn't care or notice that his cock was repeatedly ramming into his son's prostate, causing involuntary moans of pleasure and soon, drool, to escape the younger male's mouth.

"Oh fuck..." John groaned, sounding worried for the first time tonight as sweat trickled down his black furred brow, down his face and disappearing under his uniform. "Not this soon..." He panted, though hips' pace never slowed. "I... I've got to ruin this bitch. Make sure she never walks again..." John moaned, getting really into it. Visions of his ex-wife's thick ass flashed through his lust and anger filled mind. "OH FUCK!!! MARTHA I'M COMING!!!" He howled. The big husky's grip on his son's hips tightened before he rammed his thick cock balls deep inside of that meaty ass. His balls tightened as they rose up and began to spurt load after hot load. coating his son's insides.

Finally, John's howling ceased as his weak body fell over and engulfed his sons, his stomach pressed into the boys back as his softening cock stayed deep inside, panting into his ear. "Hope you learned your lesson, punk..." John panted before seeing a steady stream of DROOL leaking off the hood of the car next to the stream of blood. Fuck that and the dents to this car were going to be a pain to get fixed up. John snorted before standing back up and ripping his cock out with a wet SHLOCK, stuffing it into his own jockstrap and zipping up his trousers.

John then picked up the meaty, used body of the unconscious thug and carried him back to his cop car. He opened the back door and carelessly tossed the perp in, not even bothering to pull up his son's pants as the husky jock laid there face down, gaping ass up before the cop slammed the door and returned to the drivers seat. He pulled out his notepad and looked at the list of crimes: Trespassing, speeding, driving without seatbelt... John took out his pencil and jotted down "Automobile theft, resisting arrest, threatening an officer of the law." He knew that would be enough to get the brat sent to jail for awhile. John smiled, knowing he would enjoy the sympathy from his co-workers over how hard it must have been to bring in his own unruly son. He'd especially enjoy having the house all to himself from now on. He smirked at the possibilities, pulling out his cellphone and texting his ex-wife Martha.

"The brat's moving out. Want to come up and make another one? ;)"

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