The Crossing - Expiation

DISCLAIMER : The Crossing “ Expiation is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Also note that my works generally contain sexual themes, objectionable language and behavior that most people should avoid. If you are easily offended, unable to discern the difference between fiction and reality, dislike the use of profanity, are uptight, or afraid that reading this material may pose danger to your sanity, then you should immediately cease reading any further. The author accepts no responsibility for any thoughts you may form after reading his works.

Author's note: This is a male to male centric series; however, be advised that the prologue contains male and female physical interaction. Do not dismiss the remainder of the short story, out of hand, because of a mistaken belief that this is not about gay men, it is. Allow me some modicum of poetic license, and read through to Chapter 1. If you can't bear to read through the storyline setup then begin reading at Chapter 1; however, later, as the storyline progresses, you may not be fully aware of some of the subtleties of the plot(s).

I would also like to thank one of my readers -- Chas, for his invaluable assistance with the title for this series. Yours truly was encountering a bit of writer's block concerning the title and, after reading a draft of this short story, Chas graciously offered an inspired suggestion, thus the main title for the series is strictly his brain child. Thanks Chas!

Prologue

Friday Evening "

"Can you give me one good reason that I don't make you walk home?" Josh asked coldly, pulling his cock out from between the legs of the blonde cheerleader lying beneath him, on the back seat.

Sitting upright in the back of his restored 70 Dodge Challenger; he zipped up his jeans and moved to open the driver's side door to get out.

"Are you going to just leave me here like this? I didn't come yet!" the blonde screamed at him.

"Don't be too disappointed Bitch! I didn't come either!" he said, vehemently, "Now get dressed; I'm taking you home!" Josh said dispassionately, as he opened the door and stepped out into the cool early fall air.

"You bastard!" Melanie Lockhart shouted, pulling her thong panties on and straightening her uniform skirt. "I swear to God, I'll make you pay for this Josh Dugas!" venom dripping off every word she spoke.

"Yeah, I'm sure you will, you little Cunt, but keep in mind that I can make that reputation you're so proud of disappear in a heartbeat, so be careful what you say about this; got it!" he said icily, raising one eyebrow. "Melanie, this is the way it's going to go down; I'm not going to mention your little ongoing slander and disinformation campaign to anyone, but if I hear one word about me, or I even think any malicious crap was propagated by you, and I'll tell everybody what a Slut you are." Josh said flatly, warily eyeing the slim blonde, his expression blank.

"No one will believe you!" she replied, unconvincingly.

"Oh, you think not!?" he remarked, smiling coldly at the little blond leaning against the opposite door. "You've fucked so many guys, it's going to be hard to find someone that hasn't had their dick in you!" he laughed. "What will all of your bitchy hypocritical friends think about that?" he said between clinched teeth.

"You wouldn't!" she shouted, nervously shifting against the door.

"Not a long as you're a good girl and keep your mouth shut where it concerns me." Josh said flatly, glaring at Melanie.

"You Son of a Bitch, I'll have your balls for this! Tell any fucking body you want, I'll say all of you are making this shit up! Every girl in school will believe me! By the time I'm through, I'll have everyone convinced that every one of you jocks are lying out your teeth. You'll see!" she said defiantly, an evil smile crossing her face as she thoughtfully envisioned her eventual triumph.

"Well, I see you really are the Cunt everybody claims you are." Josh said casually.

Smiling broadly, Melanie looked at Josh smugly and said, "I'm going to hand you your balls unless you do exactly as I say. First, you are going to date me, until I decided I want someone else. And, you will fuck me whenever and wherever I tell you to! Any questions?" she asked confidently.

"This girl really is the bitch that everyone told she was." Josh was thinking, as he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "This won't be as hard as I thought it was going to be." He said to himself, coldly.

"What, are you going to call for help!?" she said sarcastically, crossing her arms under her breasts and reclining against the seat, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smirk.

"Nope! Just thought you might like to see something of interest" he said, paging through his image gallery.

Pulling up an image folder marked Personal, on his Droid, Josh clicked on the first image in the list and handed the phone to Melanie, wordlessly sitting back against the seat, and stared out the driver side window.

He didn't have to look at the small blonde, her noticeable gasping, and muffled groans were enough to let him know she would not be a further problem to him, or anyone else at the school.

After a long minute; "Any questions? As you are so fond of saying." asked Josh, fighting to keep the satisfaction out of his voice. "And, by the way, those images are safely stored on a couple of servers, so destroying my phone won't solve your problem." he said, his voice completely devoid of emotion.

Before she could respond Josh added, "Melanie, I'm not trying to ruin your life, or destroy you; one, I'm not like you, and two, if I had wanted to do that these digital images would be all over the Internet by now. I simply want you to cease and desist ruining people's lives for you and your friends own amusement. If you officially retire as queen bitch, then your secrets are safe with us.

"Oh my God!" she sobbed, "Who else knows about this??" she asked horrified.

"That's not important, what is important is that you know this entire scheme was the culmination of you and your chic click's evil intentions. Basically, you guys fucked with the wrong people this time!" Josh said, taking the phone back from her and paging through the collection of images. "This is quite a collection Mel." he began, "Let's see, I knew you were spreading your legs for everybody on the football team and, oh, just about any team, but no one would have guessed you and your group were raging lesbians too!" he continued. "But, the one that really stands out is your undying love for your father; you do bring a whole new meaning to the term "Daddy's Girl"! Whew! I was hot just watching the video!" Josh remarked, without an ounce of humor in his voice.

Melanie sobbed loudly now, as Josh put his arm around her reassuringly. After everything she and that group of maniacal bitches had perpetrated on innocent people at school, he felt pity for her. Not that she didn't deserve what she got, it's just he didn't like seeing anybody put through something like this. That sentiment quickly vanished as he thought back to just minutes earlier, when Melanie had spontaneously devised a vicious scheme to entrap him. "Yep! She's a heartless manipulative bitch, and don't every forget that!" he said to himself, tempering his sympathy for the sobbing form next to him. He was especially on guard when she leaned into him as she sobbed, placing her arms around his waist.

"HOW?" she asked, inhaling deeply between sobs, "How did you get those pictures?" she continued to ask, genuinely terrified.

"You're a smart girl, that's your bedroom; I think you can piece it together from there." Josh declared.

He knew Melanie and her group weren't accustomed to having anyone beat them at their own dirty little game, and it was quite obvious from her body language, that the evil bitch was terrified at the prospect of being exposed for what she was; an evil bitch that would fuck anything that walked. But he knew their little group would all come to the same conclusion by the end of tonight; they were being watched, and they would straighten up their act, or else! There was, however, one more thing he had been asked convey to her.

"Mel, there's just one more thing." he said dryly, still holding his arm around her shoulders. "Everyone in your little group of evil, has been informed tonight, in their own way, that this is all coming to a halt; immediately." he continued, "And if your group can't police themselves, someone will do it for you." Josh finished, without looking down at the petite sobbing girl next to him. "Do you understand?" he asked casually.

"Yes." Melanie calmly answered, as her sobs slowly subsided.

"Please tell whoever has those images of me and Daddy, not to let them get out, please??" she begged, fear in her eyes. "Tell them I'll do anything they want, just don't let those picture get out!" she pleaded, terrified. "It would ruin my family…" she murmured, her voice trailing off.

"Melanie, they won't do that, unless you give them a reason, and it's the same for the other girls. Just don't be such a menace and you're going to be fine, and the images and video will be deleted when all of you graduate. It's that simple, okay?"

She nodded her head in affirmation, as Josh coyly asked, "Now, where were we before this nasty business came up?"

Reaching under Melanie's skirt he ripped the lace thong off, holding it momentarily to look at it, "Since when do cheerleaders wear thongs under their uniforms?" he asked sarcastically, not expecting a response, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked quietly, knowing the answer to her own question.

"What I want." he replied curtly, pulling the blouse over her head, pushing her down on the seat, and thrusting his dick into her wet little pussy. "She deserves this!" he rationalized to himself, fucking her for no better reason than show her how being used felt.

Melanie realized at that moment, she and her friends lives were going to change dramatically before the end of the school year. She was now resigned to the fact that they would be passed around among the ever widening group of boys, for their amusement; nothing more than sperm receptacles for the remainder of their senior year. As she placed her arms loosely around the small of the Josh's back, as he moved within her, she wondered how many boys she'd have to fuck so they would keep her secret. It didn't matter to her now as long as Daddy still came to her room at night. "When they were inside her, she'd just think of Daddy…" she thought, as he body moved under Josh's relentless pounding, and felt her juices increasingly beginning to flow with every thrust.

Fifteen minutes later, the sounds of two muffled screams could be heard coming from a Dodge Challenger, as Josh came inside of the cheer squad co-captain. The blonde underneath him was still convulsing from the aftershocks of her climax, as he pulled out of her for the second time that evening. Grabbing tissues from a box in the glove compartment, he handed her the box, got out and wiped himself off. She fucked pretty good he thought as her got dressed and slid back in the car. Ten minutes later they were in front of her house.

"Josh, I know you aren't the kind of person to do this sort of thing, so I trust you to make them keep my secret safe. I'll do whatever they want, but I'm begging you to help me, please?"

"You're right on both counts Melanie; I'm not that kind of person, and I'll make certain your images are safe, okay!?" he said, flatly.

"Thank you!" she said, her eyes showing gratitude and relief as she leaned over to kiss him.

"That's not necessary Melanie." he remarked expressionless, avoiding the kiss.

She quietly opened the car door, stepped out, and started up the sidewalk to her front door thinking, "I'm going to be nothing more than a sperm receptacle for these assholes!" Looking up to see her father standing in the doorway, she smiled, kissed him on the cheek and said, "Daddy, will you come in me tonight!? I need you inside me." as he shut the door behind them.

Chapter 1

Josh, spoke the contact name into his phone as he watched Melanie's father place his hand on between her legs as he closed the front door.

"Hello!" came a cheerful voice from the other end of the phone.

"Michael, it's done." Josh said, soberly, "She is not going to give anyone any problems in the future. Trust me!" he said confidently.

"Super!" Michael responded, elatedly. "Another one down, and a couple more to go dude!"

"Oh! I take it all has gone according to plan?" Josh asked cautiously.

"Pretty much! I'm still waiting to hear about the last two, but I don't think that's an issue. If it is, the other girls will take care of the holdouts. They don't want to go down with them, you know!?" Michael said, relying on the logic of his assumption.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Hey, listen, I'm going by Toby's and get a beer. You wanna meet me there?" Josh asked, hopefully.

"Naw, can't dude, I've got to wait on these calls and I'm playing with the group in World of Warcraft tonight. They'd kill me if I don't show up online." he said apologetically. "Josh, you better be careful, man. The cops are on to Toby's and they're being really careful about selling us beer.

"Yeah, I know… no biggie; I'll talk to you tomorrow." Josh said hanging up and slipping the phone in his pocket.

Toby's was a 7 x 24 convenience store that was located on the west side of town. It was a family owned business that had been then since before anyone could remember. You could usually buy beer there since they weren't noted for asking you for ID; unless of course the cops were sniffing around again. Occasionally, the police chief would decide he was going to crack down on underage drinking and since this was an election year, it was making it tough to get beer.

Driving across town, Josh had some time to think about what a group of male and female students had accomplished by banding together in order to put an end to the group of girls that had controlled the school for years, from students to faculty members; mostly through innuendo, disinformation, and outright blackmail. Some of those girls had slept with teachers, both men and women to set them up, and used their hold to garner favors, grades, whatever they needed or wanted. The reign of terror, as it was referred to by our group, was over, and all due to a sizable number of kids and some teachers, determined to make the bitches pay. And they were, and would probably continue to pay for the rest of the year. I had heard some members discussing the idea of sex slaves, which was a little too over the top for me. Melanie was a great lay, but somehow I think the credit had to go to her old man on that one. God, I think back to that video and it was so obvious that she really loved her Dad pounding that pussy. It seemed to me there would never be anybody else that would ever really satisfy Daddy's little girl, except her father. "Whatever floats your boat!" I thought, turning into the parking lot of Toby's.

"Damn! A patrol car!" I said silently, "Well, I'm not getting any beer tonight, so I might as well get a soda." I thought, stepping out of the car.

"Hey kid!" I heard someone say, turning to see who was calling me.
To my surprise, a cop sitting on the driver's side of the patrol car was motioning me over. "Oh crap! What does he want?" I asked myself, strolling casually over the office.

"Yes sir?" I respectfully asked.

"Is that your car?" he asked, his lips thinning as he glared at me with a blank expression.

"Yes officer it is. Is there a problem?" I ask cautiously.

Opening his door, the sandy haired patrolman stepped out of the car, and faced me, placing his forearms on the roof in front of the light bar. He looked me over for a few seconds before asking, "Is that a 70 Challenger you're driving?" Suspiciously eyeing me and the car as he began to walk around his cruiser, hand on the butt of his Glock.

"Ahh, yes it is officer." I replied nervously, "It's actually a Challenger R/T with the original bright red paint scheme." I said, getting a good look at the patrolman for the first time.

As the police office walked slowly around the front of his car, into the light of the convenience store windows, his features became more discernable to me. Instead of the older officer I had expected to find before me, there stood a younger man, I would guess to be in his mid to early twenties, six foot three, maybe 225 lbs, very muscular, with short cropped blonde hair. He was a considerably taller than my five foot six, 155 lbs. frame, in fact, her towered over me. By the look of his uniform shirt, I guessed he spent a good bit of time in the gym, as his duty top clung to the chiseled outline of his well developed body. "I definitely wouldn't want to get in an altercation with this cop." I thought, as the officer stood in front of me, hands on his hips.

"Is this your car or your Dad's?" he asked me, expressionless.

"It's mine officer. I bought it a few years ago and restored it myself. Well, except for the seat upholstery; I had that done by a shop, but it's all original." I replied, proudly.

"Hmm, mind if I take a look?" he asked, casually.

"No, not at all!" I responded cheerfully, opening the driver's side door for him. "Get in if you want." I added, stepping back.

"Thanks!" he said, moving around to sit in the driver's seat.

He removed his flashlight and shined it around the front interior of my car and then turned and looked at the passenger side of the back seat. Turning back to the dash, he examined the gages, steering wheel, and console closely, before getting out the car. As he stood up he looked at me and asked, "Do mind if I look at the engine?"

"Be my guest! Here, I'll pop the hood release." I said, reaching under the dash and sharply pulling the release.

With an audible "clink" of the release mechanism, and the dull "wump" of the hydraulic lifters straining against the safety catch, the hood popped open and caught. I walked around to the front of the car and pushing the safety catch to the side, lifted the substantial hood, as the hydraulic lifters pushed it up to their full extension.

The hood rose to reveal a pristine engine compartment; sitting in the middle was a spotlessly detailed engine, complete with an oval chrome air filter cover, head covers, and radiator fan. The police officer looked intently at the sparking power plant before him, and smiled for the first time.

"Hey, is this original?" he quickly asked, never taking his eyes from under the hood.

"Yep! Every bit of it! A friend helped me rebuild it. The only exception to the stock equipment is the chrome you see, instead of the orange painted parts on the original. The engine is a stock 440 cubic inch, 375 horse power V8, 4 barrel Magnum; one of the three types that were factory options in the original 70 Challenger." I expounded. The 426 cubic inch produced 425 horsepower, but at the expense of 2x4 barrel carbs, and that's a real gas guzzler.

"You know your Challengers my friend." the cop remarked, raising up from under the hood to stroll around the passenger side of the car.

Stopping at the passenger window he shined his flashlight into the back seat and slowly looked around the interior and back deck.

"Go ahead and open the door so you can get a better look." I prodded, walking around him to the back quarter panel.

"Thanks!" he said smiling, "I think I'll take you up on that." the cop said appreciatively, opening the door and pushing the seatback forward.

"You did a great job on this interior." he commented, running his hand over the backseat and carpet.

"Yeah, well, I did the headliner and carpet work, but the seats had to be recovered by a shop. I had hard enough time redoing the carpeting and the dash. That headliner was also a bear, but by the time I got around to that, I had more experience with interior work." I said casually.

"Yeah, I can imagine! How long did it take you to restore it?" he asked, quizzically.

"Ah, let's see; about two years, give or take." I said thoughtfully.

"Whew! You really are dedicated!" the officer said, admiringly, "I don't know if I could have done that." he remarked, reflectively.

"Yea, you could have, it's just about loving what you're doing. And, you seem to really like older cars." I commented.

"Well, I love old Camaros and Challengers; they are my favorite cars! This baby has character, don't you think!? he said, enthusiastically.

"Yeah, it does! You don't see'em like this anymore." I said, admiring my car.

Squawk, "117 come in." the radio blared. "Sorry, that's me!" the office said, reaching up to key his shoulder microphone.

"117 go ahead." he responded.

"117… 10-87 105, Intersection Branch and Trumane, DWI, office needs assistance. Code 2, Over." the female voice said over the radio.

"117 10-4" he acknowledged. "I've got to go man, sorry!" he said apologetically. "Here," he began, handing me a card, "my cell numbers' on there." pointing at the card, "The next time you've got some time I'd like to take a look at her in the daylight, if you don't mind." he said, hopefully.

"Sure thing, I'd love to! Hey, you can drive it if you want!" I added, smiling.

He grinned broadly, "Sure! That would be great!" he responded, putting his hand out for me to shake. "My name's Bill Prescott, everybody calls me Billy." he said, hurriedly.

Shaking his hand I said, "Josh Dugas, everybody calls me Josh" I said grinning.

He laughed, turned and headed around his car, turned on the blue and white strobe lights and gunned it out of the parking lot. I went inside, bought a Coke, and drove home thinking I'd made a new friend, and he was a cop. "Not a bad guy to be friends with, well maybe a friend." I thought.

Chapter 2

The next week at school was relatively uneventful and went by without incident. The group of girls that had wreaked havoc on most of school was keeping a very low profile. Noticeably, at least to me, was the fact that several of them, Melanie being one, were not hanging around with their friends any longer. In fact, they were distancing themselves from the remaining click members. It seemed to me that they were probably the ones with the most to lose, so they were making a statement that they were not involved with them any longer. The funny thing is that I wasn't surprised Melanie was keeping to herself; she did have her father after all. And they seemed to have a serious thing for each other from what I'd seen on the video. I wondered about the other girl that had disassociated herself from the rest, Jan; they must have gotten something really good on her too, although I couldn't imagine what. Frankly, I refused to read or watch the dirt they had on the others. Fortunately, I only had to deal with Melanie's dirty laundry since I was the one chosen to ask her out, and basically blackmail her into submission.

While I knew we had all done the right thing by shutting them down, I didn't feel good as to the way we had gone about it. And no, the idea that I personally had to deliver the blackmail ultimatum was not something I was proud of, even if she was a total bitch. To make matters worse, when our group met secretly on Thursday night of the next week, I heard a number of people in the group discussing "payback", and suggestions such as making the girls sex slaves, and farming them out to anyone, male of female, that wanted to fuck them, plus some of the other farfetched ideas, I'd had enough; I could see where this was going and decided to wash my hands of it. My small victory, in the midst of this chaos, came when I deleted Jan and Melanie's digital images and videos from the server, keeping a copy and additional backup for my computer. It was glaringly apparent to me that I couldn't in good conscience leave them to the mercy of some of these extremely vindictive people. No matter what they'd done, it didn't deserve being whored out to anyone and everyone, to satisfy some twisted vendetta. I couldn't be a party to that!

Okay, I know what you're thinking; they deserved whatever they get, but I knew these two personally and from what I knew about one, and guessed about the other, they were already thoroughly fucked-up. Somehow I didn't think prostituting them was justice, and would likely screw them up even more. So, I walked out that evening with their digital files on my "jump" drive, I decided to arrange a discrete rendezvous with them Friday night, and explain the situation and what I had done to help them. To assure they did not go back to their old ways, I'd keep a backup and copy for insurance; compassion is one thing, trust is another. After my last class on Friday I called Melanie and told her to contact Jan and meet me at the public park after dark, and not to tell anyone else. She didn't even question me as to the reason; she just acquiesced, asked for a time, and said they would be there. "Hmm, no objection, questions, anything; they are really scared." I thought to myself.

It was well after sunset when I pulled in the parking lot of the public park access. Melanie and Jan were waiting, sitting in her Celica, as I got out and walked up to the car.

"Come with me girls, I don't want us to be seen together talking out here." I said, quietly.

Without so much as a word, they followed me down the paved walkway, and paused as I removed a flashlight from my jacket pocket and turned onto a dirt trial. Walking down the trail, with the two girls in tow, after a short time, I came to a familiar clearing, and stopped. Turning to face them, I watched as Jan took a blanket from under her arm and spread out on the ground. Looking to Melanie, I realized she had her blouse completely off and was in the process of removing her skirt, as Jan began to undress.

"Ahh, what are you two doing?" I asked quizzically, keeping the flashlight on Jan.

"What?" Melanie asked, somewhat puzzled, as if I have surprised her with the question.

"What are you doing?" I asked again, now a bit agitated, as they continued to undress.

"Ah, we thought you wanted to fuck us, so we came prepared." Jan responded flatly.