For the Love of God Ch. 17

The life of Matthew, a devoted Christian man, is turned upside down when he finds out that his own step-son engages in homosexual deviant activities! The poor Jacob is addicted to cocks. Now, Matthew has to find a way to save his step-son as well as his family's reputation! No matter the cost.

The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.

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FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Chapter 17: The Devil in me

"Turner, be serious. Firing three people, over this. Besides, you need me here, you know that." I pleaded.

I could not believe it, watching the security camera's footage.

Thank God we could not see what was shown on the phone's screen, the gaping hole of my step-son. But there I was, no doubt, cumming on the screen!

"Which sensible boss would keep his employees after seeing this? I pay you for what? To jack off in the workplace!" Mr. Johnson barked.

"Oh, come on, as if you never did anything like that!"

This came out naturally. Knowing my boss, he clearly was the type to jerk off behind his desk at work.

"I'm not a sick pervert! And I'm your superior, Matthew, don't you dare forget that. I can do whatever I want inhere, this is MY place, not yours!"

"We were just releasing some of the pressure..."

"Without me!"

"Oh God, so this is what it is about? You're upset because you weren't invited?"

He did not answer but his face told it all. It was indeed what it was all about... Johnson was jealous! That man was a clown.

"You are really going to destroy the life of three families over this? And lose three good employees?" I insisted.

"Just go." He spoke.

I was so done with him.

I mean, of course this was not professional of us, clearly, we should not have jerked off like that, but coming from Turner with his naked girls' posters all over his wall, and when the man had no professional ethic whatsoever... This was infuriating.

I left without another word.

I was trembling when picking up my stuff from my locker.

That joke of a man was really about to destroy my reputation and my family because he was jealous not to have taken part in a jack-off session? I bet that he would have dreamt holding Terrence's huge cock around his fingers! I knew how he loved to take it deep in the ass! I had seen videos too!

The XXL dildo that I had hidden in my locker a few weeks back fell right on my feet.

I think this is where it clicked.

I could not be treated this way by Turner Johnson. No way. I could not let this hypocritical son of the bitch wreck my life. The same guy who gets fucked in the ass by the highschool swimming Coach could not lecture me on what was appropriate or not!

I let my bag and my stuff in the locker but I picked up the dildo before going back in the office upstairs. That would be a first, meeting with my boss with a 10 inches dildo in my hand.

Johnson was furiously typing on his computer when I came in. I did not knock. I was not in a mood to act any sort of polite or descent.

"What the hell, White? Beat it! I am writing to a lawyer to get things started. I've just read online that I could even ask for damages!"

I did not say anything. I did not have to.

He realized what I was casually holding in my hand. His eyes widened.

"GOOD LORD! MATTHEW! What are you doing with that thing? You're even sicker than I thought!"

"I just figured I would shove that down your ass." I replied calmly, playing with the dildo.

I could not believe my own nerves for doing that! I used to be so consensual, so respectful.

"Matthew... What... This is unacceptable!"

"Oh really? You would not like that?"

He slammed his fists on the table and stood up. Turner looked like he was about to have a stroke.

"WHAT THE HELL, WHITE? YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME? THAT'S IT?"

"No. I told you my intentions already. I want nothing else than sodomizing your ass to help you relax, and reconsider your decision."

Being stunned or flabbergasted does not being to describe what Turner Johnson must have been feeling at that moment. I mean, I had been his most loyal and hard-working employee so far, a Christian man, with a beautiful wife and two well-behaved kids.

And now, I was threatening him with a plus-size sex toy.

"What... I... Unacceptable... Talking to me... Like... This is... WRONG! SO WRONG. SICK EVEN. DEMENTED."

He could barely say two words straight.

"Calm down, Turner. Just slide down your pants and bend over."

I was loving it: seeing his decomposed face.

I held all the power and I would take full advantage of this.

"Are you ill, Matt?" He finally said. "You snapped. I... I have to call Mary or something."

I smiled at him while I did a little search on my phone.

"Matt?! I'm about to call the police!" He insisted.

I was looking for a very particular video.

"I'm calling." Turner was pacing around the room.

Shit, I had to retrieve the password as well, but I had kept it somewhere. There. All good. I could access the blog.

"For God's sake, Matt!" He grabbed my shoulders.

The fool was ready to punch me in the face. I pressed play at that exact moment and the moaning sounds filled up the entire office.

"Breed me... Breed me, Sir... Hum... Destroy my ass with your juicy dick."

If Mr. Johnson was out of himself before, this time, he was ready to pass out.

He took a few steps back and held on to his desk. It was like he had been struck by lightning.

No doubt, he recognized his own voice on the video before even looking at it. He knew that I knew.

"Your dirty hairy ass needs a good pounding, right?" Coach Hamilton said on the footage.

"Oh, yes! It does! Hmmm... Yes... Thank you... Hmmm... More... Please..."

"STOP THIS!" Johnson was falling on the floor. "STOP THIS MADNESS, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU."

He grabbed my legs; my boss was begging at my feet.

"Calm down, Turner."

"Where did you get this?!"

"TAKE MY BIG COCK, YOU FUCKING CUNT!" Hamilton was barking on the video playing on my phone.

Both the Turner on the footage and the Turner in real life in front of me said the same thing:

"Please..."

"You're gonna take that dildo up your ass?" I asked, not showing any emotion.

"Matthew... Wy are you doing this? We are friends..."

"Oh really? Now we're friends."

"Please, we can find a way to... to solve this."

"Why the pictures of naked ladies everywhere though? Are you so ashamed of what you are? Is this why your wife left you so many years ago? Because you could not get it up for her?"

He was crying. I was being cruel.

Truth is, I had reached my tipping point.

"Matthew... This is... This is private... I did not even know he was filming..."

Hamilton was proving himself to be the biggest asshole of them all any chance that he had. I looked down at Johnson's pleading eyes. They were so close to my crotch. I realized that I was hard.

I stopped the video on my phone.

"Calm down Turner, and take a look at the situation. You have a video of me. I have a video of you. I guess we can find some common grounds."

He nodded yes. He moved to stand up but I pushed his shoulders back down.

"No need for you to stand, don't you think you're more comfortable kneeling down before me?"

Once again, he nodded yes.

It is now pretty obvious that I have a thing for obedient submissives, I was rock hard. I rubbed the dildo against his face.

"What... What do you want from me, Matt?"

"I only want to help you relax! I told you... Nothing else. You're gonna shove that big dildo up your ass, you'll feel better afterwards, and then, we can put that entire silly "I want to fire you" story behind us."

It was the moment of truth. Would he stand up and punch me in the face or would he submit?

Slowly, but clearly, he nodded yes for a third time.

Damn, the guy really did not want anyone to know that he was closeted! Or maybe, he actually wanted me to shove that dildo deep. I mean, it was not hard to imagine.

If you would ask my step-son, he would tell you how much I am a better "Alpha Dom" than his swimming coach, maybe my boss was thinking the exact same thing.

I pointed towards his desk.

"Jesus Christ, Matthew, I thought you were a Christian man..." He said, taking position, arching his back while he was leaning over his desk.

"I guess that I am sick of turning the other cheek. Now..."

I slid down his pants to reveal his hairy ass. So different than Jacob's. But good to fuck anyway.

"...I have decided to slap back."

I spanked his right cheek.

"Ouch..."

I leaned towards him to whisper in his ear.

"And you have seen nothing yet."

"You're evil..." He blurted out.

I chuckled at that. Maybe I was. I could definitely feel the Devil within me, waking up. I had already established I was going to Hell anyway.

I unzipped my trousers.

My dick was not out, just yet. I was only playing with the dildo right now, pushing it in his hairy ass-crack. So hairy actually, I could barely see his hole.

"Spread your ass cheeks." I ordered.

Johnson obliged immediately. Unbelievable how things had turned so fast. One second, he was my boss, ordering me around, and the next instant, I was pushing a dildo up his ass.

"Since when do you play with other men?" I asked.

He gulped.

"I don't know... I... I guess, it was always there... Like a part of me..."

I spat on his now uncovered asshole. That would be all the lube he would get.

I thought it was a poetic irony, starting with the exact same dildo I had used on my step-son, before we would move to my own very real juicy cock.

"You like to be manhandled, Turner?"

He was breathing heavily, taking the first few inches of the dildo without flinching. He was used to it. He probably had the same model at home.

"I... I do... But Matt... Please... This is privaaaaaat..."

I shoved the dildo deeper in one go with my right hand, and with my left, I managed to grab his neck.

"Stop freaking out. I know what I'm doing and I told you, I only want you to make you feel relax. Don't you think it's one employee's job to make sure his boss is fully satisfied."

"Yes... Yes, it is..."

I was now going back and forth, forcing his hole to gape under the pressure of the sex-toy.

"So, when your boss is a little sissy who loves to take it in the ass, does not it make sense that the employee fucks him good and put him in his place?"

"It does... Fuck... It totally does..."

I slid down my own pants. Turner could not see it but he felt my dick poking out of my underwear as it slammed against his bare ass.

"If you think your friend Hamilton has anything on the little sluts of this town, you have no idea of what is really going on."

"Hmmm... God..."

"Don't implore God, you've said it before, this is the Devil knocking at your door."

And on these words, I pulled out the large dildo out of his musky and wet hole, shoved it down his throat -- hardcore -- like I was doing with my step-son, and I pushed my big dick, merely the same size as the dildo, in his hole.

I was not in a mood for foreplay.

The dildo was giving him a mouthful so he could not thank me, but no doubt, Johnson was loving this. I thrusted my hips to bang his prostate with my wet cockhead.

It had taken months for Jacob and I to get down to fucking, but with that clown, a few minutes had been enough. I was already owning him. I pounded his ass like a fucking animal.

"Mmmmmfff... Mffff... Yeah..." Turned mumbled.

I went balls deep.

"You know what, maybe I do deserve a raise." I said, grabbing his thighs and fucking him even harder.

He spat out the dildo.

"Matt... I..."

"Tell me that I deserve a very big bonus for this hard work."

"You do.... Aaaaa... Fuck... That's so.... Your dick is so fucking big!"

"Yes, it is. Your little friend Carl Hamilton has nothing on me."

It was like I was taking my revenge on this asshole too.

"You're wrecking me!" Turner cried out.

I laughed.

"I am!"

And I pounded him even harder.

It was not the longest (and clearly not the most romantic) sex sessions of my life, far from it. Neither of us removed any of our clothes and we barely switched position. I did not let him cum in my presence.

At least, not with his dick, I assume that Johnson received plenty of pleasure from his prostate.

When I felt like I was close, I pulled out from his ass. Turner knelt down in front of me, amazed to see the size of the pole he had just taken up his hole, and I nutted on his pathetic face.

A fucking blessing!

I gave a facial to my boss. And he loved it.

"I cannot believe it... Matt... This was..."

"Don't you dare fall in love with me or some shit like that." I told him.

"No, this is not..."

"Now, I consider we're even, although, Martin and Terrence might think differently."

I winked at him; his sperm-covered-eyes widened. I was smearing the last drops of precum against his lips.

"Matt, you have a wife and two sons. How can you..."

"Don't you worry about my family. I take good care of them. Imagine if you had a daddy like me when you were 18... How happy you would have been."

I am not sure if he understood what I meant but I did not care. I owned him now.

He was jerking off his cock like a heated dog. Funny, right? How "dog" spells "God" in reversed. It is like the bitch and the whole mighty powerful meet in the middle. I may have to mention this to Priest Carpenter to see which Holy message we can get out of this coincidence.

I left Johnson there, pathetically foundling his dick with his face covered with my juice. I assumed that he came after I left, thinking about my cock dripping on him.

I drove around the town before going home.

I needed some time to process.

After all, it was the best thing I could do for my family at this point. Turner was about to fire me, expose me, this would have opened the door to rumours, suspicions, critics, shame... Mary would have been miserable.

If she knew, she should probably thank me for banging my boss' ass.

When I finally came home, the house was busy. Christie and Martin Miller were there.

"Oh honey, we were waiting for you!" Mary said, excited.

"Sorry, guys, I was held back at work. I did not know you were there."

I still had not decided what I would tell Martin about my encounter with our boss and I clearly did not expect to stumble on him in my living room.

"We are celebrating!" Martin said with a huge smile.

"Oh, really?"

"It is quite a funny story; I ran into Christie at the hospital this afternoon." Mary explained.

A funny story at the hospital? I was intrigued.

"I could not lie to her when we met, so she knows..." Christie said.

"And we thought it was worth a drink."

"We're going to have a baby!" Martin exclaimed, raising his champagne's glass in the air.

"Oh... What a... wonderful news!"

I was so used to live in a constant state of devastating and crazy things going on around me that it took me a few seconds to understand that this actually was a great news and not something insane being latched upon me.

We called the twins to share a celebratory drink. Aaron appeared very closed off the entire night. He was even more uneasy when he learned about the baby.

"The gift of life! What a miracle!" Mary rejoiced.

"How long have you known?" I asked.

"A couple of weeks, it's still very early." Christie explained. "I had my first appointment at the gynaecologist today, that's when I stumbled upon Mary. Everything looks perfect."

"The little peanut is growing healthy." Martin added.

Christie looked overjoyed, Martin too. What a beautiful couple. I looked at Jacob. We shared a very quick nod of acknowledgement. I wondered what Christie would think if I just told her right there that Martin had been face-fucking my step-son on the side...

Once the Millers had returned home, Mary could not stop herself from scolding Aaron.

"What's the matter with you? You could have least pretended to be happy for our neighbours. That's very rude you know?"

"Just drop it, mom."

"I really don't understand you, boy. You have just finished your tests, you're done with high school, which you've been waiting for months, if not years! You're going on a field trip with your dad and uncle tomorrow, what is wrong?"

"Nothing, mom. I'm fine."

Just like the typical teenager that he still was, Aaron went to lock himself in his room. I was curious about what was going on with him... I should have been careful of what I was wishing for...

I was getting ready to go to bed when Aaron walked into the bathroom. He locked the door behind us. I was only in my underwear. For a second, I wondered if I was not mistaking him for his twin brother, but no, it was Aaron.

He looked really nervous.

"Dad, you have to help me."

Oh God... See, when I was talking about the usual news I was getting earlier. Apparently, I could not have a break! Was he about to ask to suck my cock, or request that I suck his!?

"What's going on, son?"

A tear appeared on his cheek. I had never seen Aaron like this.

"I... I need to talk to you about something. But it is... It's bad..."

"Jesus, Aaron. You're worrying me. Just say it. What is it?"

I went to hold his arms. He bit his lips and started to tremble. That definitely looked serious.

"She's pregnant." Aaron finally said.

"Yeah. And what's the problem with that?" I replied, spontaneously.

"Dad!"

Was I missing something? Then, I had an atrocious thought. No... This could not be!

"AARON! You... Not with Mrs. Miller?!"

I was doing my best not to yell.

He looked confused.

"What? Dad, no! What the fuck? This has nothing to do with Mrs. Miller."

THANK GOD, I thought. For one second, I really believed that Aaron had impregnated our neighbour. I mean, it was not out of the realm of possibilities, Jacob had the husband, his twin brother could have his wife.

"Emma! I'm talking about Emma. She's pregnant."

Wait... His supposed virgin girlfriend, bearer of purity ring, the daughter of the conservative mayor, the all so innocent Emma Gordon!

Oh fuck...

"Good Lord, Aaron! Could not you use protections?"

"Mom has always told us it was unchristian to use condoms!"

"For fuck's sake! She also told you it was unchristian to fuck before your wedding night!"

"But I was removing myself... Like... Every time when I was cumming... I mean... I did not think she could get..."

I sighed. What a freaking idiot!

"Your mother is going to kill you."

"No, please, she cannot know!"

"How could she not?! This is not something you can hide!"

"Please, dad, I need your help. Nobody can know! Emma just called me. She tried to tell her father while her mom is away in Washington... and... He is legit terrifying. He might actually kill her! And me! For real! We need to do something. He is talking crazy shit. Like she's ruining his political career or some shit, he had gone mad! She's locked herself in the bathroom."

"Then, we have to call the police." I spoke.

"Fuck... Dad! No. There must be another solution."

"Let's go talk to your mother."

I put my hand around the door's knob but Aaron grabbed it.

"No! Don't do that!"

"I'll do whatever I please in my own home." I pushed him away.

"If you rat on me, I'll rat on you! I'll tell mom everything I know."

Fuck. My own son blackmailing me, really?

This was a new low.

"Are you threatening me?"

He bursted out crying.

"I'm not... Oh God... I'm just begging for your help. Mayor Gordon is a sick fuck, I swear, you should hear Emma stories. And mom... She cannot know! That would kill her. We have to find a solution... I know I've messed up... But please... Dad... I've always been cool with you. I've never said anything, to anyone..."

Very similarly to my boss a few hours earlier, Aaron got on his knees and held my legs. The only difference was that this time, I was not wearing any pants.