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He discovers that he has hired his daughter.

But he and I are both married and he's a real conservative, southerner type. I always assumed he was straight as an arrow, too, and that my fantasies were one-sided. Then one day he asked me help him fix a problem with his home PC and I got curious.

I know all red-blooded men surf porn. I knew that he and his wife (a lab tech in the forensics lab) worked staggered shifts, so what did this guy surf while the "cat was away"? Perhaps maybe his still waters ran deeper? When he went out of the room to get ready for his duty shift and I took the opportunity to check his browser history files -- deleted. No recent documents. No cookies. No temp files. No history in his Windows Media Player. Nothing. Suspiciously nothing, in fact. Now I was determined. Such a complete lack of evidence only meant he was hiding a juicy secret or two.

I could hear him in the room down the hall rustling around getting in his uniform on. I only had a couple of minutes.

I undeleted some files from his hard drive using a utility program. Mostly boring stuff at first. News: shopping, humor, cop sites, military history sites... Then, paydirt: Porn galore! softcore redheads, older babes, big tits, Indian babes.... The voyeurism made my heart pound faster. Damn, it looked like he was straight after all.

There we still a few more files to check but unfortunately time was running out. I could hear him putting his gun on and checking the magazine clip for bullets. I undeleted a few more files and found some kinkier stuff. Cumshots. Double penetration. Bestiality. Cartoon Sex. She-males. Mother/son incest stories. I had to keep going. Then, there it was -- gay erotica: double paydirt! Pix of Big Dicks. Twinks. Men fucking men. Men cocksucking. Gay male stories. He even wrote a couple of them himself! My heart started to pound hard and blood ran to my cheeks -- and to my dick.

I could hear him coming down the hall. I started quickly closing windows on his PC but it was too late. He caught me in the act and, holy shit, was he mad.

"What the fuck do you think you're doin'?!"

"I-I-I ...," I sputtered lamely.

He spun me around and then caught sight of the bulge in my pants.

"You're under arrest," he said, grabbed my arm and threw me down on the ground. Even though I was slightly bigger than him, I was so shocked at being caught red handed that I didn't put up a fight.

He took some handcuffs off his belt, pulled my hands behind my back, sat on my and cuffed me face down. (In a weird way, I sort of enjoyed it.)

"Now we have to figure out a punishment," He said.

I was puzzled. A punishment?

"OK, douchebag," he continued. "Here's what we're gonna do."

He rolled me over on my back and sat on my legs. He reached down and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and unzipped me. He pulled my pants down around my ankles. My cock was still hard bulging through my briefs. He put his hands on my balls and began to gently squeeze. Not too hard but enough pain to be exquisite. My dick pulsed. A small spot of pre-cum spread as it seeping through my underwear.

"Just checking," he said. "So, you really are a gay prick," he added.

He rolled me onto my stomach and pulled down my underwear.

"Right then. On your knees and bend over, dickhole," he ordered.

The cuffs were hurting a bit and I obeyed.

He ran his masculine hands up the inside of my legs and until he felt my balls and rock hard cock. I then heard him form a wad of lubricating spit in his mouth and drip it onto my waiting ass. He rubbed the spit around my ass and unclipped the baton from his belt.

He mercilessly shoved it up my ass. I groaned.

"Hey! You're not supposed be enjoying this, you faggoty cocksucker," he exclaimed. "Maybe you need something that'll really stretch you."

I heard him unzip.

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