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The older man was into this temporary bliss of the alcohol that flowed through his body and the nicotine that he was getting. He had turned enough to face his son, with the cigarette just hanging from his lips. He had stepped away from the food to make sure a mess didn't happen if he had dropped it. Those words would sting the male, even in this altered state. The cigarette almost came out of his mouth when his ass was clapped so harshly. He didn't dare to move, as he felt those fingers dig into the flesh of his ass. "I have stress, Cole!" Emmet exclaimed, trying to stand up, but it sounded like a child whose hand was caught in the cookie jar.

He let the cig get pulled from his mouth, watching his son near the rest of the cans that weren't opened yet or finished. Rolling his eyes, Emmet moved to bring two plates of food over and set them down for each of them. Sitting down, he tried to let his emotions take more control, but the stress from what happened and the alcohol weren't helping him at all. After taking a bite out of the sandwich, he would finally talk back. "Those were yours that I took from you, or is your brain too rotted from all of those games or whatever you do outside..." Emmet said, before eating some of his food.

"You could blame Travis. He was saying how good those were after sex once, and I may have picked up that..." Emmet said so casually. Did he admit what they did was just sex, and not an incestuous, sinful thing? The man tried to keep his mouth shut, but if Cole continued to challenge him in this state, more words would just come out.

Once he was done, he moved to get up and placed his plate into the sink for later when he had the time. Grabbing one of the more crispy fries and putting it in my mouth, twirling it around like you would do to the lollipop or a cig. Or if your mind is dirty, it was exactly like what a person with a cock in their mouth would do. Slurping the fries, as he chewed the food, but while he did, he would start to clean up.

"You can wait, you spoiled child. I have to clean, unless you are gonna do that? I didn't think so, Mr. I don't do my laundry or get myself to do it for him..." Emmet said with a laugh, with his back to Cole and his ass swaying about. Now he was at the sink, cleaning up the pan and the rest of the dishes; obviously, he would leave Cole's for last.

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Dad just took the spanking. It meant he had submitted to his new way of life. He would have laid into Cole if he came into the kitchen with this kind of attitude yesterday, but right now the cop and father completely accepted being treated like lesser than his son. Cole made a dismissive snarl at his father's excuse. "Stress? What the fuck do you have stress over? You just got to cum your brains out." He said with cruel laughter where he sat, enjoying the sight of his father's lewd outfit, if it could even be called that, with just the apron on. He enjoyed the cigarette after he had stolen it off his dad and also like that dad didn't do shit to try and keep it.

He looked the grown man over as he served him. Usually dad would have him involved in setting the table, but he guessed the older man and now maid understood that he had become the household bitch after having sucked his son's cock. Cole was rather proud of his accomplishment as he started on the food, but frowned deeply when his father bit back. "What the fuck did you just say?" He muttered out with a growling threat in his voice. By now they knew that while the son was smaller, he packed something physical that could best the strong officer many times over. Wasn't Emmet still soaking in Cole's cum? Where did he get off with this attitude, especially wearing an apron and nothing else.

He even had to sit there when his new fucktoy finished the food and basically gave a blowjob to the fries. The son also ate, but was distracted by his father's ass on display. So that's how dad wanted to play this?

The son stood up and licked his lips from the last of the sauce from the sandwich. He went into the pantry and well in there, he found the olive oil. It was an easy matter to smear his hard cock with it after having dropped his pants. He then wiped his hands off on a towel and pulled the chord off one of the kitchen appliances in there.

Dad was still doing the dishes, which meant he was turned away, ass facing the seething young monster in the kitchen. And said monster suddenly pushed against the grown man from behind. He lassoed the chord around Emmet's neck and pulled just as he inserted his lubed cock back into father's ass. With Emmet caught between himself and the sink counter, Cole started thrusting furiously into the now stretched-open anus.

"You think you're going to be a bitch, huh?" He sat into his father's ear as he bent him over and choked him with the chord, and filled up his intestines with cock meat. "Then I'll fuck you like one." He muttered and pulled harder at the chord, relentlessly grudgefucking the insolent pucker. "My cock's going to kill you before the smoking or drinking will."

 

[BerryGremlin]

There was a bunch of stress that filled that older man. From what he lived every day, as his life and work, working to make sure he was one of the best and not slacking in anything, after his comments, he planned to try to ignore what Cole would do while he did the dishes. It looked like that wasn't gonna be planned today.

When he felt something go around his throat, it sent the man right into his fight or die syndrome that was drilled into him as a cop. A loud groan came from him when he felt his hole violated again. What happened next would be a blank to the man as his body reacted on its own. Even though he was pinned, with a rope around his throat, he was still bigger and stronger than Cole. With one swift movement of one of his legs, he would kick back a horse, aiming for the knees to get him off him. He pushed him away once could toward the table, as he threw off the cord around his throat on the ground.

Instead of going straight into trying to discipline or doing anything like a normal parent would do, he would do something opposite. He had gone for the butcher block, pulling out one of the sharp knives and immediately pointing it at his son. He had backed up into the counter, ready to defend himself. The loving father who was taking it all had snapped, and it showed in his face. "Fuck off, Cole!" Emmet yelled out, the knife still in a firm grasp of his hand. The yelling had alerted the dog, who came into the room, and instead of protecting his valued partner in fighting crime, it went to Cole's side.

Brutus was just trained as a drug and money sniffing dog; he could do as well as other dogs that were in the K-9 field. Cole would see one in action and up close, protecting him. The dog would snarl and start to bark at Emmet, snapping at the air. It would start to force its weight into Cole, making him back out of this situation as it continued on with its protection detail of Cole. Once they were out of the kitchen, it would block Cole from going back in, and it was affecting Emmet, too. How could his dog partner protect the same man who tried to choke him out?

It was Cole's choice to try to go back in, but he would need to face the protective, on-alert trained dog that was blocking the path or just forget about it. Then again, with Emmet like this, could Cole call the cops? That was his choice if Emmet was acting like this and pointing a weapon at his very own son. No matter what Cole did, the older man had started to regain himself, but he was still in his pit of hell. He had stayed in the kitchen, not leaving where he was, so instead he sat down on the floor with a knife by his side and reached up to one of the remaining cans, then opened it up.

What else could go wrong?

 

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Cole had seen fit to film the entire ordeal. He would of course cut away the parts that lead up to Emmet's break. All that would be stuck on the clip was the suddenly turned Emmet, holding a knife. The ensuing loudness of the dog and the man in the apron featured heavily in the handheld production.

The boy appreciated the dog coming to his aid, especially since it was his dad's partner. Cole even patted Brutus on his head as he left the kitchen.

Filming Emmet in his crazed state on the floor, knife beside him and drinking, with the dog on guard, was the stream sent to the police when Cole called them. The person in the other end was very upset.

He played the victim rather well on the phone. It was easy to sell the story of a violent cop father who'd lost it, and since animals are usually just reactive, and Brutus was very upset, the clip was very damning. The fact that Emmet was wearing something so perverse didn't help his case either. Cole was dramatic in his retelling of the whole thing and even pretended to cry.

It was easy to tear up his shirt and scratch up his face by the time someone arrived to deal with what had happened. As it turned out, they took officers and their domestic violence dispute rather seriously, which Cole supposed was a good thing. Emmet was well liked within the force, and he also had the kind of build that was a concern if he should go off the rails. Something Cole was presenting evidence of now. There was no reason not to believe the young, disheveled man when they came, because Emmet had been good with keeping his son's record clean for him. And now it would backfire, since Cole spun a story that the abuse had been going on a while and only Brutus kept him alive.