Blackmailed: Chapter One

FOREWORD

The sexy, blond teenager knelt naked in front of the man. He wasn’t sure if he’d really like this. Sure, he’d fucked other guys, but the man standing before him now was not like those other guys.

This man was his father!

And his cock was hard and pulsing and he smiled down with a strange sort of lust in his eyes. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Cody,” he said.

The boy couldn’t refuse his father. He’d caught him doing things with another man, and knew now that he was a true queer.

And he did love the man in a strange way.

“Turn around, Cody,” the man said. “Turn around and offer up your ass to me.”

The boy whimpered as he turned. He couldn’t refuse, but he didn’t think that he’d like this. He thought that he’d be disgusted by the memory of it later on.

But there was nothing he could do. This man was his father.

And he offered up his ass. His dad knelt behind him and prepared to enter him. He was going to fuck the boy’s narrow, young, tight ass-hole.

The boy sobbed as he felt that first, forceful jab.

And then he cried out in the pain that his father was giving him.

CHAPTER ONE

The crowd of supporters was gathering downstairs in the hotel in St. Louis. It was election night and they were ready to celebrate the victory of Senator Tim Hawkton.

But Tim Hawkton was upstairs, lying naked on the bed of his hotel room and talking on the phone to his campaign manager, George Gleason. George was worried because the early returns showed that Hawkton’s opponent, a little-known conservative lawyer named Buddy Doss was winning the election, and Hawkton was trying to calm Old George down.

“Don’t worry, George,” he was saying. “That shit’s coming from the small towns. They’re a bunch of fucking Republicans down there in the sticks. Wait until the urban vote starts rolling in. I’ve got it in the bag, I tell you. I’ve served two terms in the United States Senate and I intend to serve some more.”

Tim Hawkton thought that he might even have a chance at the White House if things worked out well this term. He was in line to become chairman of the Senate Armed Services Committee. The old fart from Mississippi who’d chaired that committee since God was a baby boy was retiring after this year.

Tim Hawkton knew that, as chairman of that committee, he’d get on television a lot. And the Senator knew that there was nothing like good television exposure to make a President out of a Senator. He could hardly wait for the next session of Congress to start in January. He was going to have himself some fun.

In fact, he was having fun at that very moment and he wanted to get worried George Gleason off the phone. “Listen, George, I got to go. My constituents are waiting for my victory speech and I have to take a shower.”

Before George Gleason could protest, Tim hung up the phone. Then he looked down at the dark-haired, young man who was kneeling with his head between his legs.

Adrien had been on his staff in Washington for two years. And this was the reason he’d been able to keep his job. He couldn’t type. He couldn’t even answer the phone correctly. He kept cutting off important members of the Senate when he tried to put them through to Tim. But, boy, the Senator from Missouri thought, that boy could really suck a cock.

“Go after that thing,” Tim moaned. “Go after my old, Missouri mule.”

Adrien was naked and kneeling beside the bed with his fingers wrapped around the prick.

He was stroking the base of that rod as he held the tip of it in his mouth, pressing his lips around it. The Senator’s cock—his Missouri mule—stiffened even more.

Tim thought of the supporters downstairs, watching the latest returns on the television sets around the ballroom. They were waiting for him, but they’d just have to wait a little longer. He had things he wanted to get straight between Adrien and himself.

The Senator reached down and touched the young man’s soft, dark hair. Adrien was just the kind of boy that he liked, hot and sexy and childish. He liked his boyish face and he liked to look at his dimples when he smiled. But he also liked the big prick the boy offered him so readily, and he liked that hot ass. He especially liked the boy’s ass.

Tim lay there as Adrien started to go up and down on his prick and he thought about his wife, Marsha. She was all right, he thought, the perfect political wife. She could stand there and be pretty and even make a rousing stump speech for her husband—when she was sober. But he knew in his heart that Marsha was crazy and he thought that he might have to get rid of her before he made his run for the White House. It was all right for a divorced man to seek the highest office in the land now, he remembered. The President who was serving at that time had been divorced once.

So Tim thought again that he’d have to get rid of that blond wife of his. He also thought that he’d be able to keep Adrien around more then. 

“Suck that thing,” he muttered to the dark-haired, young man. “Suck that mule.”

And Adrien started going up and down quicker on the stiffening cock with a wet and firm motion. His lips were both soft and hard around the cock. That was another reason the Senator liked him.

He was the best assistant he’d ever had, he thought, even though the boy was worthless around the office.

The phone rang again, but Tim ignored it. It was probably just George Gleason with some more reports from the polls, more voting results. Tim Hawkton knew already what they were. It was the same in every election. The people in the country hated his guts because they thought he was too liberal for Missouri. But then the city vote was counted, St. Louis and Kansas City and Springfield and Joplin and Jefferson City, and that city vote put him over the top.

It’d happened like that during the other elections, and he didn’t see any reason to think it wouldn’t happen again. His opponent was a conservative idiot from one of those small towns—Victory, Missouri. Buddy Doss was a Republican and a fool, the Senator thought. Then he smiled to himself. The two words—Republican and fool—meant much the same thing. In Missouri, only a fool would be a Republican.

The phone continued to ring, but the Senator refused to answer, and Adrien just continued working Tim’s cock. He didn’t seem bothered by the phone at all.

Tim Hawkton was glad about that. He didn’t want his hot-assed, sweet-faced little friend distracted by anything when he was doing his job.

Adrien popped the man’s cock out of his mouth and smiled at the Senator. “Hey, Mister Senator,” he said, “do you want my ass-hole?”

“I sure do,” Tim Hawkton said. “Your ass-hole is the thing that I want most in this world.“

“Even more than a vote?” the boy asked, his eyes wide.

“Even more than all the votes in Missouri,” the Senator groaned.

Usually, the Senator would do anything to get a vote, but, at that moment, he was telling the truth.

The young man still had a firm grip on Tim’s cock, and that cock pulsed with so much manly vigor that the pleasure was very close to pain. He wanted to fuck something more than he even wanted to be re-elected.

And, more than anything else, he wanted to fuck that boy’s sweet ass. He knew it’d be hot and tight and willing and clean. It was the best ass-hole he’d ever had. He thought for a moment of his wife’s ass. He hadn’t fucked her for years.

Something had changed in Marsha. She’d gotten mystical and crazy as her mind started to ramble into areas that the Senator couldn’t begin to understand.

That was when the Senator decided to go with his first love—and had picked up boys, the Washington interns who wandered around working for members of Congress and lobbyists, the boys who fucked their way across one of the most exciting cities in the world.

There had been a lot of those boys before the Senator’d found Adrien. But, from the first instant that he had felt the boy’s ass tighten around his cock and suck it into him, he knew that this young man was the boy for him. Since that time, he’d never wanted Adrien to leave his side.

The dark-haired, sexy, young man leaned down and kissed the tip of the man’s cock again.

Then he looked up at the Senator and grinned. He moved onto the bed and the man from Missouri felt a pulsing start in his cock and run throughout his system.

Adrien leaned over the man as he lay there and kissed his mouth gently. Then he beamed at him like a little boy. “I want you to fuck my sweet ass-hole, Senator,” he said.

And the man moved quickly as the boy got on his hands and knees, offering his ass-hole. He sighed as the Senator moved in behind him and turned back to look over his shoulder.

“Oh, boy, Senator,” he said in that soft, sexy voice, “your cock is really big tonight.“

“Big with victory,” the man said forcefully, touching his pole.

“You think you’re going to win big tonight?” the dark-haired young man asked.

“Yeah,” the Senator assured him. “Sure, I will.”

But Senator Tim Hawkton didn’t want to talk about politics now. He grasped his pole and looked at the muscled buns the young man offered.

There was nothing that he liked better than a pair of fresh, hot buns.

He didn’t understand why so many men spent their lives fucking pussies when an ass was hotter and tighter, when so many boy’s had sweet, tight asses.

The Senator put his hands on Adrien’s butt and spread the cheeks.

The boy whimpered and sighed. “Oh, slam it to me, Senator,” he said. “Slam that cock to me. Rip my ass-hole apart.”

And he shivered as a fever invaded him. It was the fever of lust, and the Senator felt it too as he massaged the boy’s ass-cheeks and felt that firm and sexy flesh in his hands.

Then he moved his cock into that tight hole, pressed just the tip of his cock into that private place. He closed his eyes and felt the tightness around his tip, the sweet and hot tightness of an ass.

The boy murmured to the Senator again in his passion.

“Ram it in there. Ram it in my hot ass. I want it, Senator. I want you to fuck me with victory.” And the Senator took a deep breath and plunged deep inside.

The boy’s ass drew his cock in, sucking it in like a magnet.

And Adrien whimpered and sighed as the man plunged into him.

“I love it. I love it, when you’re deep in me, Senator.”

“And I love your ass,” the Senator said. “You have the sweetest ass in the world, Adrien, sweeter than all the votes in Kansas City.”

He was deep in Adrien and slapped one of the boy’s ass-cheeks. The vibration and heat of that slap worked down through the boy and give him just what he wanted in his cock.

Then the Senator started to move back and forth in the hot, tight asshole.

“Oh,” Adriend moaned, “rip me apart. Fuck me faster. Deeper, Senator. Faster and deeper.”

“Oh, yeah,” the man groaned, slamming into his tightness again and again. “Oh, yeah, that is great, Adrien.”

The already tight ass seemed to tighten around his cock even more as he fucked away. He knew that he was going to come soon if he didn’t pull out. And he also knew that he didn’t want to come yet. The ass was hot and sweet, but he didn’t want it to end this way, this quickly. He wanted to test the boy, to test his belief in the American way.

So the Senator held the boy’s buns tightly and jerked his cock out.

His prick still pulsed as he leaned back and fell onto the bed. It was as if his cock had never left Adriend’s asshole at all.

“Suck it,” he moaned, lying there on his back. “Suck it and taste your own dark sweetness.” He spoke in that melodious, senatorial voice that he loved so much.

Adrien had often gone down and watched the Senator during the debates on the floor and he’d always been struck by that voice, by the way that he could persuade others to see an issue in the same way he did. He was a great man and Adrien knew it. He knew too that, if the other members of the Senate couldn’t resist that voice, the boy certainly couldn’t fail to do what he was told.

The boy turned and took the cock—the prick that had been in his ass—into his mouth. And started to suck it again.

And he did taste a sweetness there, he thought. And he knew that sweetness had come from his own dark and tangy ass-hole.

The Senator jerked with pleasure as the young man worked up and down the rod. His lips were tight around the cock, just as his bung-hole had been.

And then the Senator exploded in Adrien’s mouth, exploded with another kind of tangy, hot sweetness. The boy swallowed that sweetness and kept on sucking, kept on milking the man for everything he was worth.

Tim came with spurt after spurt in Adrien’s mouth and he swallowed it all. He sighed when he was finished drinking the come and looked up at the Senator. He took his mouth off the cock and licked the last drops of man-juice from the end of the prick.

Then he grinned. “My ass makes your cock even better, Senator, even more like victory tonight,” he said.

The Senator reached down ruffle the boy’s hair. Now he was prepared to think of victory. Now he was prepared to shower and meet the constituents who were waiting to welcome him with a glorious shout of political lust and craving.

The phone rang again, and he thought about answering it. But he looked down on Adrien and didn’t want anything to ruin the moment they’d shared. The boy’s face was damp with perspiration and it glowed with the warmth of lust.

It was a good look on him, especially when he closed his eyes and put his head on the Senator’s stomach. He looked like a sexy, little boy, resting after a long afternoon on the playground. And then Tim looked down and knew his cock was the playground, the ride he’d taken his little boy on.

He’d often wished he could have children. He had often thought that a president needed children to run around the White House and tap dance on the tables and ride ponies on the White House grounds. Children were always good for political photographs too. They made a politician seem like a real family man.

But Marsha hadn’t been able to have children. Tim was sure she’d never even tried. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find that she’d taken birth-control pills behind his back. That was just the kind of woman she was. She’d ruin his political life if he gave her half a chance.

And then his blond wife had started to delve into all of those mystical things, and he’d known he’d have to get rid of her, sooner or later.

Now, with Adrien lying there on his body and resting, he thought about the victory awaiting him downstairs and knew that Marsha would have to go very soon, before he had to face the voters again.

He wanted this boy around. He was the kind of boy who survived, who made himself at home any place he happened to be.

Tim Hawkton was about to say this when the phone stopped ringing and the door opened. William Skuknick, his personal secretary, stood at the door—sobbing.

The Senator wondered why the man was crying. He knew William, who had one fat ass and wore thick glasses, was in love with him, but he’d assumed the man had gotten used to seeing him naked with Adrien. He’d walked in on them fucking so many times before.

“What’s wrong, William?” he asked, sitting up on the bed.

And Adrien turned and sat up too and looked at the big-assed man as William staggered into the room and closed the door. He got the news out as he sobbed.

“You’ve been defeated, Senator,” he said.

“What?” the man asked. “What are you talking about? The polls said that I—”

“The polls were wrong, Senator. Liberal Democrats are being pushed out of the Senate all over the country tonight, and you’re one of them. That idiot, Buddy Doss, is the new senator from Missouri.”

And then William staggered toward the bed and dropped to his knees and put his face against the sheet and cried.

“Defeated,” the Senator said, as if he didn’t even know what the word meant.

Adrien just looked at him. His eyes were big and he didn’t seem to understand the word either.

Then William raised his face up and looked at the man.

“And your wife has disappeared too. Marsha has disappeared.” That part didn’t even matter to the Senator at that moment.

He didn’t give a shit about his wife. He’d been defeated in his race for re-election. He wondered how that could happen, how the people of Missouri could turn on him and put a man like Buddy Doss in the Senate.

Buddy Doss was a fool and a Republican.

But then the Senator closed his eyes and remembered the words of another Liberal Democrat who lost a big election, the biggest in the land. “It hurts too much to laugh,” he had said, “but I am too old to cry.”

That was the way Tim Hawkton felt at that very moment.

And he just couldn’t understand what’d happened, what’d gone wrong. Why had the cities not come to his rescue? He’d read the stories about the conservative backlash that was expected in this election, but he saw stories like that before every election and he’d always been able to hold his own with the voters.

But something had gone very wrong this time.

He looked down at William, who knelt there crying, and then he looked at Adrien who sat next to him naked and staring at him with those big, black eyes.

He touched William’s head and he leaned forward and kissed Adrien on the nose. “We’ll survive,” he muttered. “We will always survive.”

And the sobbing man looked up at the Senator and blubbered out the question. “But what about your wife? Your wife has disappeared. No one has seen her since—”

“Fuck my wife,” the naked man said, moving off the bed. “She’s crazy and worthless anyway.”

The liberal senator from Missouri moved toward the bathroom. He’d take a shower and then he’d dress and go down and comfort his supporters.

On the way to the bathroom, he stubbed his toe on the leg of a chair. He winced and jerked his leg and limped into the bathroom.

It hurt too much to laugh, he thought, but he was too old to cry.

But, still, in the shower, with the hot water running over him, he remembered the power that he was losing—and he started to cry. He couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to be defeated. He didn’t want to lose all that acclaim. He wanted to be in a position where he’d be able to make a difference in the world.

And now Buddy Doss and not Tim Hawkton was in that position. Buddy Doss would make the difference in the world, and that hurt the Senator to think that that idiot was replacing him.

If he had only been beaten by a reputable candidate, it would’ve been easier, much easier to go out in style.

The Senator stood in the shower and wondered what he was going to do now. And he cried and cried and cried.