The Drunk Driver (Pixiv Fanbox)

A Kevin story for your dirty entertainment 😈

I've been diving a bit into writing so I hope you guys like the little treat :3

Let me know if this is a good format to post stories or if you'd rather me posting in some other way (I guess it also counts to see if Fanbox will be ok with it 😅)

The police car turns on the siren for a brief moment, signaling for the half-drunk Chesnaught to pull over his car.

“Ah fuck, now I reeeally won’t be home for dinner. Bitch’s gonna eat my guts this time…” Thought John, stopping in a parking spot.

“Dad, are we in trouble?” The little Chespin in the back seat asks.

“Don’t worry, son. Cop’s probably just gonna ask your dad some questions.”

“I kinda need to go to the bathroom…”

“Hold it in there for a bit. I don’t think this will take too long.”

A buff Typhlosion comes out of the police car, wearing sunglasses despite the darkness, and knocks on the dad’s window.

“G… Good night, Officer.” John says with a shaky voice.

“Driver’s License.”

The Chesnaught fumbles around trying to find it in the glove compartment. As he hands it over, he notices the emblem on the Officer’s shoulder.

“Thought GRUNT was for child support, not night patrols.”

“The City is short-staffed. Plus, isn’t that a child in the backseat?”

“Hmm, yeah, that’s my boy.”

“You were above the speed limit.”

“Hah… You know how it is… Just stopped for a cold one after picking the boy from soccer, and when I realized what time it was… hahah… Can’t get home late, right? Otherwise it’s “The Sofa” for me again…” The dad tries to explain, putting his shoulder on the car window.

“Hands on the wheel, Sir.” The cop walks around the car, inspecting it, but inspecting the boy inside even more…

He’s small, barely hanging onto the seat belt. Doesn’t look older than 7. Wearing a soccer uniform. Legs squeezed together.

“Are you drunk, Sir?” He asks the dad, opening the back door.

“N.. no? What a-”

“Hands in the wheel, Sir. Don’t make me pull you out of the car…”

“What’s your name, kid?” The Officer bends down to look at the little Chespin.

“Uhhm, Chester.” He replies, a bit frightened by the Officer’s size. He was definitely taller and more muscular than his dad.

“Is your dad drunk, Chester?”

“No, Sir…” He replies, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh yeah? Get out of the car…”

“Hey! What the f-”

“HANDS IN THE WHEEL, SIR! DON’T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF! Bend over, brat.” The Typhlosion demands, menacingly looking down at the boy.

“Dad…” The kid starts to tear up, but does as he’s told, not wanting to make the cop angrier than he already looks.

The big cop then pulls down the boy’s shorts and underwear in a fell swoop, exposing his small, redish hole as he gasps in surprise. The boy shakes in fear of what he thinks will come next and starts pissing himself involuntarily.

“Why are you so afraid, kid? A law-abiding citizen doesn’t fear a cop unless he did something wrong… Did you do something wrong, Chester? Did you lie to me about your dad? You think it’s ok to lie to an officer, you little fag?” The cop leans closer.

“He drank, Officer. He was at the bar and I was waiting in the car playing video games please don’t be angry at my dad…” He sobs uncontrollably.

“So now you changed your story? It makes it hard for me to trust you… Let’s see what your dad has to say about it…” The Officer turns towards his dad. “Unzip it.”

He picks the boy up and holds his small, exposed rear towards the driver’s window, mere centimeters from the half-drunk, half-panicked Chesnaught.

The dad hesitantly obeys, struggling to open his zipper. As he does, the officer licks one of his own fingers, soaking it with saliva, and with a hard thrust, presses it deep inside the boy’s anus, making him cry even more.

“Yeah… Now beat that sorry thing between your legs, Dad!” The Officer demands.

Despite the pain of seeing his boy getting abused right at his side, he complied, eventually getting hard.

“Now tell me something, you mother fucker…” The cop says, shoving another finger inside the boy’s already sore hole. “Are you hard because you‘re drunk, or is it because you are a fucking pedophile getting off to your son’s ass, huh?”

“I… I am drunk…” Says the dad, with tears in his eyes. Embarrassed and confused about his own emotions.

“Well, Dad… To be honest, I’m not sure I believe you…” Says the cop as he takes both fingers out of the boy’s tight doughnut.

The tug is enough to make him lose it. Not being able to hold himself anymore, the abused and scared Chespin let it loose right there at the window, shitting all over his dad’s cock and pants.

“Tsk, dirty little asshole! I was planning on punishing you for lying to an officer, but I have a better idea…”

He grabs the boy up once more and opens the driver’s door, thrusting the little Chespin all the way down his dad’s cock, making the poor boy scream in pain.

“You better not take your cock out of that shithole. Fucking hell… Dumb ass fagot!” The angry Typhlosion cleans his fingers on the dad’s shirt.

“Fuck, you must be really drunk to be raping your underage son in front of an officer… Unfortunately, I don’t have a breathalyzer to know if you’re really drunk or if you’re just a pedo who likes to rape the shit out of your own son. But I do have something else you can blow on, and maybe that will help you convince me that you really are drunk…” The cop grins, watching the boy hugging his dad in fear, shit slowly drenching the dad’s balls and underwear.

The cop unzips his tight pants, letting his huge slab of meat fall right between the two.

The dad understands the gesture and starts sucking it.

“Hmm, I don’t know about that. I can’t tell if you drank or not… Maybe I have to go deeper.”

He slams his balls around dad’s lips, forcing his entire member inside the poor man’s fat stomach and making him gag.

Almost out of air, the Chesnaught rolls back his eyes, like he’s about to faint.

“No, no, no. Who said I’m done?” The officer grabs him by the nose with his still shit-stained fingers as he starts cumming inside.

Not being able to take it in anymore, he starts vomiting a mix of bubbling hot cum, beer, and partially digested food from both mouth and nose, letting it fall between his and his boy’s belly.

The cop slowly takes his dick out, inch by inch, filling the extra space with even more cum, and right when the dad is about to pour it all out, the cop slams both of their faces together, forcing the little Chespin to eat his own dad’s vomit.

“Damn, you kiss your boy with that dirty mouth, you damn pig?” The cop remarks, grinning at the sick, depraved, and incestuous act he’s forcing the dad and son to partake in.

He slams his dick on the car’s roof, taking some of the mess out before zipping his monster back inside his pants.

“Vomiting, pissing, and shitting all over the car. And I’m pretty sure some of that is beer, too. I guess you were drunk after all. I’ll let you go this time with just a traffic ticket, but I better not see you drunk and driving around town anymore.” The cop slams the car doors closed and hands over the ticket, walking away, entering his car, and driving away like nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Meanwhile, the two of them are still sitting in the car, sobbing and drenched in the leftover mess.

The dad looks at his son, the boy is barely conscious. He then realizes his dick is still firmly lodged inside the 7-year-old’s dirty rectum.

He didn’t cum inside the boy at all, and how could he? His poor little baby, he loved him so much. He would never have the courage to invade and abuse his son’s peachy bun cheeks. But now, in the middle of the whole mess, and with his dick already inside, what difference would it make anyway? He hugs the boy tenderly and starts humping.

“Daaaad…” The Chespin barely manages to form a single word, but his eyes are pleading for his dad to stop.

“It’s ok, baby… It’s ok… It will be over soon, I promise.” The dad forces himself inside the boy even harder. Shit splashing on the dad’s balls as the boy’s small hole slides all the way down the shaft and up again, over and over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He hugs the boy even harder, almost leaving him out of breath as he fills the boy's hole with his seed.

The boy faints, not being able to stand the pain of it all. After a while, the dad finally takes his dick out, the entire mess falling out of his son’s now gaping and abused hole.

“What have I done… What the fuck…” He starts sobbing, finally realizing the gravity of the situation.

At that moment, a grinning figure with red eyes emerges from the shadows.

“Wow, looks like someone had a lot of fun, hehehe”

The dad finally notices the thing standing right beside him.

“Don’t worry, Daddy… I’m here to help… I can make it all go away… You know… I’m pretty good at cleaning these sorts of messes.”

“W… who the fuck are you?” The dad asks with a shaky voice.

“I guess you can call me Janitor. And boy, do I have a lot of cleaning to do here, hehehe. Oh, but it won’t come for free, of course…”

“What do you want from me?”

“The way I see your situation right now, you have two options… Option one: you go back home, drenched in vomit and shit, if you can even manage to get home like that, and drunkenly explain to your wife that a cop forced you to rape your own son. Could have worked, but cumming inside him? Huff, that was the nail in the coffin! Kind of hard to explain that part… Best case, you’d still be charged for rape of a minor, hehehe…”

“And what’s option two?”

“Option two is… I’ll clean this mess for you as the good guy I am… I’ll give you a nice punch in the face, maybe a black eye to help with your story, you go back home by foot and tell your wife someone stole your car. Of course, we can’t let her see the cute little guy like that, right? So to solve that problem… HE STAYS WITH ME!”

“WHAT? NO! I’M NOT LETTING YOU TAKE MY BOY!”

“Ah… This is what I get for trying to be nice… Fine. Good luck then. And by the way, I already called the cops. Let’s see if you get Kevin again or maybe a real one will show up to deal with you…”

“FUCK! Wait!” The dad thinks for a moment…

The boy was awake, and the cop had left when I was... Even if I tell him that I was forced, the cops would still... Drunk and robbed is not as bad in comparison. Fuck, I don’t want to let him go with this creep, but if I go to jail, who’s gonna take care of that bitch and the other boy… Kurt. Fuck! What am I gonna tell a 9-year-old when he asks where his brother is? Wh-

“I don’t have all night, Daddy…”

With pain in his eyes, he lifts the boy up and hands him over to the stranger. His grin widens even more as a long, disgusting tongue comes out of his mouth and starts to inspect the fainted boy up and down, tasting even the mess coming out of his ass.

“Hmm… So good… We’re gonna have so much fun together…” The stranger hides the boy under his jacket. Wet sounds can be heard from within, as some twitches underneath. “I could have just picked him up from the start and left, you know? But I’m not the type of person to just push someone from the edge. No, whispering “jump” inside their head until they can’t take it anymore… That’s what realy turns me on!”

A strong miasma starts to invade the place. The dad begins to lose consciousness.

“Well, that’s half of your debt paid off. The other half I’ll pick later this week. And I’ll make sure to tell him it was his dear daddy who sold him off to the biggest pedophile in town… But don’t worry, at least you won’t have to explain to him where his brother went, hehehe”

“F… fuck…” The Chesnaught faints as the ghost walks away.

“C and Q… C is for Cheese for sure. Q… hmm… I’ll think of something, hehehe…”