Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2011 22:09:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: ewk1970@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Life Blood 2

The normal rules apply here, folks. This story is complete and total
FICTION. No children or animals were harmed in the execution of this story.
Please do not read if you are not legal to view pornography in your
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without permission. I enjoy hearing from anyone who got off reading my
twisted fantasies so feel free to comment at ewk1970@sbcglobal.net. Sorry
it took so long with this one, but it has been a month. Rub one off for me,
guys!

Chet jerked awake suddenly, the strange and haunting dreams that had
accompanied his slumber melting away at the first bright splash of
consciousness. He was disoriented and out of sorts. He vaguely remembered
his last bit of lawn work, but the rest of the evening's events were left
as hazy and indistinct as a heavy fog. He sat up too quickly and he was
assailed by a light headedness that caused him to lie back down on his
pillow.

It was his pillow! He realized that he was in his own bed and a quick
glance to his right proved his conclusion as he spotted the red LCD display
on his alarm clock. The time showed ten after four and the house was
shrouded in silence. He rose again, this time more carefully, and sat up in
his bed. He wondered how he had gotten home and what had happened in the
interim, but his head felt like it was full of static and broken
wiring. Nothing seemed to make sense and he felt as though he were missing
time. He put his hands over his face and rubbed at his eyes as if touching
himself would prove to be some magic gesture calculated to restoring the
missing memory of the last few hours. That was when he noticed the smell.

The smell was a combination of acrid sweat, sweet muskiness, and the salt
water scent of the sea. It covered his skin like a shroud although there
was also the clean, fresh scent of soap lying on top of it.  Memories
started to drip back into his awareness. He remembered being tired and
sweaty after a long day of mowing lawns and trimming hedges. Chet clearly
remembered peeling the wet t-shirt off his hairy chest and the manly smell
that emanated from him, all muck and freshly cut grass. He was doing Mr.
Hunt's yard, of that he was sure, and he noticed something. It was
something to do with the smell.  Chet was so deep in thought that he took
little notice of the fact that he was in bed naked. This was unusual in and
of itself. Chet rarely was naked in any other room save the bathroom. He
learned when he hit puberty that his father preferred not to see his
teenage son unclad. He often told Chet that the view of his fat and body
hair was a sight that he should kindly spare anyone else from viewing. Chet
took this criticism to heart and always tried to remain fully clothed if
there were any chance of someone else seeing him. It wasn't until his thick
cock started to plump up like a cooking sausage that he really noticed his
nakedness.

Even as his mind struggled to fit this new piece of information into a
context that made some sort of sense to his world, he was already
dismissing it as irrelevant. Chet absentmindedly toyed with his hardening
penis and he couldn't help but notice the amount of sticky precum that had
started welling up from his piss slit. The moment he noticed his own
wetness, a wetness great enough to have already soaked a huge spot onto his
pristine sheets, Chet was hit with the realization that the heady scent was
coming from his own dick. This unlinked another chain of memory within his
mind and Chet knew that this delicious aroma had been the start of it. The
start of whatever it was that had happened to him.  Chet thought he should
be panicking, but all he felt was an unsettling calm enfolding him like the
peace of a cradle. He had a sudden stab of sensation and a disjointed
memory of gliding along Mr. Hunt's back deck, passing doorways filled with
bone white curtains dancing in the late summer breeze like ghosts over
graves. He remembered the warm amber light glowing from the final door and
the scent of men and sex beckoning to him like a siren's call.

Chet pursued this memory doggedly, convinced that if he could remember what
he found in that mysterious chamber then all of the mystery of the last few
hours would be explained. He brought his sticky fingers to his mouth and,
without consideration, started to lick them clean of his cock juice. The
flavor was amazing, a golden nectar that played along his taste buds like a
happy tune. The taste made his cock grow even stiffer which in turn caused
the sweet substance to flow more readily out of his now bulbous head. Chet
squeezed the length of his prick like a tube of toothpaste and a heavy drip
of precum rolled out onto his opened palm. He started to greedily slurp at
his hand, the taste and texture driving him wild with lust. Chet suddenly
couldn't get enough of the tasty substance being produced by his impossibly
swollen nuts. He had never felt a pleasure this intense before. Or had
he...?

In a rush the memories came flooding back into him. All of the events of
the last few hours rushed over him like running water clearing away the
final cobwebs of his haunted sleep. He remembered Chris Hunt and the
perverted ritual that they performed together. He remembered his
transformation and the sweet words that explained it to him. He remembered
Hunt's firm and hirsute body pressed tightly to his, Hunt's mouth on his
mouth, Chet's mouth...all over Hunt. Visions of Hunt lovingly manipulating
Chet's cock danced through his mind. The look on Hunt's face as he drank
down squirt after squirt of Chet's thick cum and the feeling of high
pressure deep within his balls as he produced it. The warm aura of safety
and protection he felt as Chris cuddled him after the deed was done.  Most
of all he remembered the first ecstatic tastes of Hunt's precum and the
glorious fountain of sperm that flowed down his throat, over his chin, and
down the front of his body. The amount of cum that Chris had fed him was
almost monstrous in its volume. Chet clearly remembered the unique feeling
of being wrapped in silk sheets stained dark with their combined sex
juices.

Chet had not consciously realized it, but he had begun jacking his
straining cock as his memories returned in a Technicolor rush. The precum
was running down the shaft, lubricating it as if he had dumped half a
bottle of KY jelly on it. His body had broken out in a sweat and even that
contained traces of his Master's musk. Overwhelmed with the memory of their
lovemaking, Chet's hand became a blur of motion over his aching cock and
within moments the steady flow of clear precum stopped and, after one
quivering space of time, his piss slit expanded and five huge geysers of
rich ball batter exploded upwards. He was caught by surprise over the
ferocity of his orgasm and he yelled out involuntarily. The high velocity
cum rocketed out and splashed across his face and chest and some even flew
into his hair.  The first few volleys weren't the finish, however, and his
dick continued to spew liquid fire like a volcano and soon his entire groin
was matted with spent seed.

The explosion of cum went on for a good five minutes and Chet spent the
entire time gasping and moaning out loud. While he continued to work his
hot and slick boner he used his other hand to scoop up his own cum and
stuff it greedily into his hungry maw. He finally fell back on his pillow,
the sheets soaked in effluence and his hand nearly stuck to his penis. He
was practically hyperventilating and Chet worked hard to get control of his
breathing. Chet felt a stab of panic when he heard his father's bedroom
door swing open and the heavy sounds of his footsteps making their way to
his room.

"Chet! What the hell is going on in there!?" Andrew Greenwood bellowed.

Chet pulled the top sheet over him in a rush of panic. The sheet was indeed
soaked through with his cum, but he was hoping his father wouldn't notice
with the lights off. Chet thought that it was more important to make sure
that his dad didn't notice he was naked. He reached over and turned on his
weak table lamp in the hopes of stopping his dad from turning on the
glaring overhead lights.

"Well? What the hell has gotten into you now?" Andrew asked in a sarcasm
tinted voice as he strode into Chet's room.

What Andrew Greenwood found was a sight to bring silence even to his loud
mouth. Chet was sitting in his bed with the flimsy top sheet covering him
and he was apparently soaked through with dampness.  He looked as though he
had been hosed down in his own bed. To make matters even more consuming
Chet looked as if he were naked under the sheets. Andrew took all of this
information in even as the sudden strong smell assaulted his senses. It was
clearly coming from Chet and it was like a combination of locker rooms and
the lion house at the zoo. Andrew should have found it disgusting, as he
found most things about his son, but instead it hit his radar like sex and
before he knew it he was making his way steadily towards Chet's bed.

Chet was terrified. His father made no bones over the fact that he disliked
his son and Chet had a feeling of dread over what he would say over the
mess he had made of his bed. The quiet calm feeling that he had briefly
enjoyed in Chris' arms had now melted away in the harsh and unforgiving
light of his father's disapproval. Chet wanted to crawl under the bed and
hide as he often did in the first few months after his mother's death. This
had also inexplicably pissed off his dad although he could never figure out
why.  "What have you done to your bed? Did you piss yourself or something,"
Andrew asked with a voice trembling with irritation. He stood next to
Chet's bed and glared down at him. Andrew was getting a closer look now and
whatever it was that had soaked through the covers didn't look and
certainly didn't smell like urine. Andrew reached downed, grabbed a handful
of slimy sheets, and whipped them off the frightened boy.

Chet screwed his eyes shut and with a silent plea that resembled a prayer
he begged for his Master to rescue him. The moment in time that this plea
fell upon stretched out and slowed down. Chet's father seemed frozen, the
soaked sheet just inches from his nose. Chet didn't feel any different
himself, but he clearly saw the watch on Andrew's wrist had stopped ticking
off the inevitable seconds. Chet looked around suspiciously and then felt a
cool wind play across his skin although there was no open window in his
room. The moving air seemingly wrapped itself around his body and caused of
all of his hairs to stand on end. It caressed him like a lost lover and the
Chet heard a disembodied voice float across the night air.

"My boy, son of my heart, ignore this childish fear," The Voice whispered
seductively, "I have given you the ability to deal with this lout as he
should be. You know what you must do my beloved servant, bring him low and
turn his pitiful life over to me."

The voice and the wind faded away, disappearing as quickly and as
mysteriously as they had arrived. The tick of time began grinding away once
again and everything snapped back into motion. Chet looked up at his father
and realized what a fool he was, standing there topless in his cotton
pajama bottoms. His dad was in his late thirties and kept himself up
physically. He was thin and muscular and the faintest hints of a six pack
gracing his abdominal region. Andrew naturally had a light dusting of body,
but he kept himself shaved for aesthetic reasons. Chet could see the hint
of an erection beginning at his dad's crotch which was only to be expected
with the amount of cum he was inhaling. Chet smiled cruelly as he finally
accepted how much he hated his dad and how much he was going to enjoy what
came next.

"Do you like what you smell, Dad?" Chet purred and he leaned back on his
elbows, stretching his naked body out on his cum soaked sheets. Chet's cock
had already returned to a full erection, fleshy arrow pointed straight at
the target of his naval. He started dripping his love venom again.

"Who the hell do you...?" Andrew began, but then hesitated, as if he were
an actor who had forgotten his lines. The smell of the wet top sheet was
overwhelmingly sensual and Andrew was briefly distracted by the sight of
his son wantonly posing for him. He pulled his eyes away from the naked and
hairy satyr before him and looked closely at the handful of cloth he
held. He brought it closer to his nose, sniffing it experimentally and
swooning at the heavy scent. Without thinking, he started rubbing the wet
sheet over his face, smearing himself with his son's discarded jizz. It
wasn't until Andrew actually put the sheet into his mouth to get a taste
did he realize what he tasted and by then it was far too late.

"Its okay, Dad," Chet leered, "I know how good it is." Chet took a hold of
his own cock and started to stroke it slowly, milking a shimmering line of
precum out of the head. He gathered the clear liquid onto his fingers and
brought them to his mouth. "It's even better straight from tap."

Andrew was frozen in place, disgust and lust at high war within him. He
wasn't normally tempted by any of this queer stuff and the fact that it was
his porky teenage son doing the seducing didn't make it any more
alluring. There was something in the moment, however, some strange kind of
pleasurable haze that was crossing his signals. He knew that he should be
disgusted looking down at his son, covered in cum and acting so slutty. He
looked hungrily at his son's fat cock, the crown of thick pubic hair like a
garland of flowers decorating his groin. Chet's balls looked positively
huge, two apricots bulging in the tight-fitting sack. The smell and the
feel of the congealing sperm on the bedding were driving hot spikes of lust
deep into his brain. Andrew had an erection that was fighting to be free of
his pajama bottoms.  He wanted nothing more but to fall upon Chet and
stroke and caress him until he fountained jism all over his body.

Chet lay back on the bed and started squirming around. He rubbed his cock
through his own pubic hair.  He drew his legs up, exposing his hairy hole,
and ran his fingers up and down the crack seductively. He emitted quiet
moans and coos and tweaked his nipples; all the while staring up into his
father's stunned face.

"C'mon, Daddy, don't fight it. It will feel so good," Chet swung his legs
off the bed and sat up, still presenting his juicy cock to Andrew, "I've
got a lot more cum where that came from."

Andrew found he couldn't fight this perverted urge inside him anymore. He
dropped to his knees in front of his teenage son. Chet obligingly leaned
back and presented his crotch to him. Andrew moved as if he were
underwater. The surrounding room went in and out of focus and he was seized
by a sharp feeling of unreality. His son's body, once so repugnant, was now
alluring, a soft glow covering it like a heat haze. Andrew suddenly was
gripped with an urge to touch his son's furry body. He threw himself over
and buried his face in the round and hairy belly. Chet was slick like an
otter by the copious amount of seminal fluid he had been exuding since he
had woken. Andrew's face was soon glazed like a donut and his sinuses were
filled with the smell of sex. Andrew started lapping at Chet's stomach,
moaning his approval at the feel of Chet's body hair on his tongue and
face. He made rude slurping sounds as he used his tongue to clean the
teenage boy's soft and wet skin. Andrew lapped at his navel and continued
to glide down Chet's body. He moved He went past the belly, lovingly
running his tongue around his waist, and then coming to an almost reverent
stop at Chet's sopping pubic hair.

Andrew paused and seemed to consider his current situation. Chet was lost
in a haze of pleasure and grunted when Andrew paused in his
actions. Lucidity ran over him like a bucket of cold water as Andrew was
confronted by the absurdity of his position. There was fear there as well,
but it was remote and what would have been gut-wrenching ten minutes ago
had become nothing more than a mild anxiety.

Andrew had always had a respectable list of female hook-ups, both from
during his marriage and after his wife had died. He had never gone through
any experimentation with other boys whatsoever and had never even
considered a homosexual liaison. How did he get from that point to where he
found himself now? On his knees in front of his naked teenage son, his face
covered with drying jizz and ready to dive onto his dick. It was too much
to take in.

"What are you waiting for, Daddy," Chet said, in a voice that was
half-purr, half-chuckle, "Will you just get your fucking mouth on my cock?
There's no use fighting it, you are well and truly screwed. The only thing
left for you is to start sucking my cock and hope I decide to feed you some
cum right from the tap before I get bored with your dumb ass."

Andrew was even more stunned than he was before. He didn't get the chance
to give his son's ultimatum a second thought as he fell upon his
crotch. Whether his conscious mind knew it or not, his body certainly
understood that it needed to be face down in Chet's lap. Andrew impaled
himself onto Chet's hard and throbbing meat. A taste not unlike the rarest
and juiciest beef filled Andrew's mouth. He thought he would gag on the
girth, but the seemingly endless supply of precum lubricated Andrew's
throat soothingly. Chet's cock just slid right home and was soon nestled at
the back of his Dad's throat.  Andrew let out an involuntary yelp of
surprise and lust. His mouth and throat were filled with Chet's dick. His
nose was buried deep within his soggy pubes, surrounding him with the
youth's sweet ambrosia. He could feel Chet's obscenely swollen balls
throbbing against his chin. He looked up the line of Chet's body and saw
him smiling down at him in triumph, twisting his own nipples between his
fingers. Andrew should have felt outrage, but all he could think of was to
remember that Chet liked his nipples played with and how much he wanted to
run his hands through his forest of chest hair.

Chet was in hog heaven. He was bright and shining in his victory. In less
than 24 hours Chet had been transformed from a fat loser to a fucking sex
machine. His father, the father who had done nothing but treat him like
dirt since his mother died, the man who made his every moment at home a
constant hell was kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock. Not only
was he sucking cock, but he loved it. Chet could see it in his eyes. It was
a pale reflection of what he saw in his Master's eyes when he fed. The big
difference was that his father was submissive. The strength of will that
Chet thought his Dad possessed had been stripped away, broken down like a
house which had lost its foundation. The eyes told Chet this as well. There
was the gleam of hungry gliding along the surface light of his corona, but
the deep set need went deeper still, into the blackness of his retina. Chet
didn't know where this revelation had sprung from, but he did know that it
rang a bell, sweet and clear, somewhere deep inside him. As he glanced down
at Andrew, who was intently slobbering away at his cock, Chet allowed
himself one single moment of pity and he reached down and gently stroked
his father's cheek. Then his gaze hardened and he roughly grabbed Andrew's
head with both hands and held it in place. Chet gave his mouth two short,
hard jabs and then he let loose with a cannon shot load of cum.

Andrew knew what was coming. He could tell that Chet could go at any
second. His cock held that strange tremble that often heralded an
approaching orgasm. To speak truly, it was like that from the moment Andrew
took it into his mouth. Andrew knew it was coming and wanted it more than
anything else on Earth. The first spurt was a thick glob that coated the
top of his mouth and then dripped down onto his tongue. It was scalding hot
and the rich flavor burned on his tongue. The next five minutes Andrew was
fed a continuous flood of sperm. He breathed through his nose between
swallows of his son's rich ejaculate. Andrew gulped as quickly as he could,
but that didn't stop some the cum from overflowing his mouth and dripping
down his chin. Andrew's eyes rolled back into his head as the warm nectar
flowed down his throat, filling his belly. He had never felt anything like
this before. This was how he imagined a woman must feel when he shot his
load in her pussy. Only this was a load that he had never dreamed
of. Chet's cum had a sweet, honeyed taste, but muskier and there was
something bitter underneath it all. It went down smoothly, like 25 year old
scotch, and Andrew silently prayed it would never end. He came in his
pajama bottoms without even touching himself, an orgasm that gripped him in
his soul.

This caused Andrew to bite down on Chet's dick. The intensity of his orgasm
was such that he could no longer completely control himself. Chet's jumped
off the bed inadvertently shoving his spewing penis even further down his
Dad's stretched throat.

"Ouch!" Chet yelped and smacked his Dad hard on the side of his head, "Get
a grip, cocksucker! Watch the fucking teeth!"

Tears sprang to Andrew's eyes as he realized that he had hurt his son and
worse had nearly injured the very part of his body that he needed the
most. Andrew redoubled his efforts at sucking Chet's cock although the flow
of jism had already slowed to an ooze. Chet absentmindedly stroked Andrew's
hair as he suckled at his still hard prick. Chet could already feel another
load bubbling up in his testicles, but he knew this one would go to someone
far worthier of it. Chet looked up to the door of his bedroom and smiled.

Standing in the doorway, framed by the light from the hall, stood Chris
Hunt, his Master. Chris wore a pair of black jeans that looked painted on
and white wife beater that looked stretched over his broad frame like a
canvas. Chris' chest hair flowed over the top of the t-shirt and sprouted
around his pits, the darkness of it in stark contrast to the white of the
shirt. Even in the low light Chet could see his Master's nipples bulging,
already soaking the thin material of the shirt with his juices. His close
cropped brown hair was damp, whether from water or perspiration Chet didn't
know, and he wore his stubble like a half mask along the bottom half of his
face. Chet thought Chris looked beautiful and his heart was suddenly filled
to bursting with love and affection for the handsome monster. Chet beckoned
to him, a lopsided grin on his face.

Chet put his hand on the back of his Dad's head, as if to hold in place,
and said, "Master, you came! Do you see what an offering I have for you? He
fell so easily. It was almost too easy. How could I have ever been scared
by this," Chet looked down, "loser."

Chris moved into the room and sat next to Chet in the bed. If Andrew had
any objections to, or had even noticed, Chris then he gave no sign of
it. Chris took Chet's face between his hands and began kissing him
passionately. Chris could taste the drying remnants of Chet's previous
orgasm and it nearly drove him wild with hunger. His tongue moved in sure
and swift strokes within the teenager's mouth, his lips forming a perfect
seal. He massaged and rubbed Chet's breast and nipples roughly, luxuriating
in the soft feel of his flesh and fur. Chet gripped Chris' wrists and
almost desperately pulled away.

"Master, I can feel your hunger. Even though he kind of disgusts me I can't
help but be totally turned on by him sucking on my cock," Chet squirmed,
"I'm going to cum again soon. I just can't hold out."

Chris smiled indulgently at him and said, "its okay, my son, I
understand. I must teach you control. There are other lessons as well, but
for now I do believe I will drink my fill of your delicious load."

Chris contemptuously pushed Andrew out of the way. Andrew fell roughly to
the floor, smashing into Chet's nightstand. He whimpered a bit at being
denied what he felt was his rightful bounty, but Chris threw him a glare
that could freeze steel and Andrew backed off with his eyes cast
down. Chris grasped Chet's turgid organ, running his nose closely over its
blood engorged surface, taking in the scent as if it were the cork on a
fine bottle of wine. Seemingly satisfied, Chris open his mouth wide and
engulfed Chet whole. Within three strokes Chris was chugging down another
free flowing load of Chet's cum, sucking at it as lustfully as Andrew. Chet
was practically glowing and grinning down at his Master. Not only was he
caught in a seemingly unending orgasmic bliss, but he providing the man he
loved with the sustenance he needed to survive. It was a grand
feeling. Chet arched his back and he felt his toes curl. A warm tingle
moved across his body like a shadow. It travelled up his legs, through his
crotch, and then spread over his chest and arms. It caused every hair on
his body to stand up on end as if an electrical current had passed through
him.

Chet's flow then began to slow and all that remained was a steady trickle
of mostly clear and honeyed liquor was all that remained. Chris carefully
cleaned off his protégé's tube. It glistened from his saliva and he was
like a cat licking at the cream. Andrew looked on at the spectacle and had
tears glistening in his eyes at the magnificent fountain of cum that had
been denied him by this strange demon. Andrew wasn't exactly concerned over
Chris Hunt's identity or why he had chosen this moment to invade his
home. He was only concerned over why Hunt had denied him the succor of his
son's balls. He kept his place where he had been thrown, however, and
prayed that his silence would guarantee him something before the evening
ended.

Chris looked up, a little breathless, and grinned wolfishly at Chet's
drowsy expression. "I hope you don't think that is it, my sweet friend."

Chet fell back on the bed and moaned, "Oh God, I hope not!"

Chris chuckled, "We still have to deal with," he gestured at Andrew, "This
creature. I have some ideas and I hope you will go along with them. There
are some things I'd like to teach you and he is as good a practice dummy as
any other."

Chet laughed out loud, "Master, you can't seriously be asking me if I care
what you do with him," another almost strangled giggle erupted out of him,
"Please...by all means use him any way you want."

Andrew flinched at that strange titter that came out of his son. Andrew had
never imagined Chet as a sexual being. He was just this strange little
troll who had intruded into the life he loved with his beautiful wife. And
when she died and left him in the wreckage with this pale and unattractive
brat, well, Andrew had never felt any real affection for the boy. Andrew
was now staring at his naked and shimmering body, coated with sweat and
cum, and nearly radiating with sex. Andrew had grown used to the heavy
scent that his son extruded, but it still informed his senses. He turned
towards Hunt and really noticed him for the first time. Andrew marveled
over his exquisite beauty and the depth of his blue-green eyes.  They were
like cat's eyes and reflected the low light from the table lamp and shone
back at him sightlessly. He noticed that Hunt was also naked and leaking
precum, but his seemed to be somehow stronger in scent and it was coming
from his swollen and distended nipples as well as his very fat cock.
Andrew had the passing thought of what it would look like to see that cock
in his son's mouth.  Andrew realized with a start that it might very well
end up being his mouth the fat monstrosity would make its way to. Chet had,
after all, just basically given his father to the beautiful stranger. Even
as dense as Andrew could be, not even he could fool himself over whether or
not Chet held the right pass him around like a cheap whore. Andrew hadn't
even gotten a full taste of what his son could deliver with those humongous
nuts of his and he already couldn't imagine a life without it. He would
have to examine the consequences of this moment later. For now, all Andrew
could do was submit to his son and hope that he would be rewarded and not
punished.

Chris, for his part, was extremely proud of his young charge. Chris knew
the transformation would occur quickly, but Chet was changing before his
very eyes into a perfect supplicant. He had not only turned over his own
father easily, but he laughed as he did it. Chris looked at Chet, already
stiff as a board again and writhing on soiled sheets. It was a truly
stunning sight. He watched Chet begin to masturbate, his eyes tightly
closed and his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. The sight
nearly took his breath away. Then he turned and regarded Andrew.

Chris' eyes turned to narrow slits and he said, "You! Get up on the
bed. Take the two pillows and put them under your ass," Andrew just stared
at him, "Now! Do you think that I am joking? Get moving and maybe you will
get what you want by the end."

That comment snapped Andrew out of the fog he was in. He wanted that cum
and he would do anything to get it. Chet scooted over in the bed and he
handed his erstwhile father the pillows. Andrew positioned himself as Hunt
had instructed him to.

Chris slapped his ass and said, "Get those legs up in the air. Hold them
back with your hands! I want that asshole exposed. Do you understand?"
Chris spoke to him as if he were a deficient child.

Andrew merely nodded his head and complied as sweat started beading on his
brow. He had a feeling he knew where this was going and he didn't know what
to think about it. Andrew looked up at Hunt and watched him maneuver his
naked torso behind him and he glided to towards his exposed anus.

Andrew's gaze flickered to Chet and he saw the teenager on his knees beside
him, slowly jacking his cock and watching with bated breath for what his
"Master" was going to do next. Occasionally Chet would bring his precum
soaked hand up to his mouth and lick it off absentmindedly. Andrew wished
to the core of his being that Chet would give him a taste.

Chris inspected Andrew's tan and tightly clenched hole. He probed the
opening with a finger coated with his fluid, but it did not open for
him. The asshole was completely smooth, a fact that mildly disappointed
Chris. He saw signs of shaving and sighed, wondering about this bizarre
modern notion of hairless men.  Well, this was the end of that stupid
practice for this piece of meat.

Chris turned to Chet and said, "One of the duties that I will expect from
you is to perfect the art of 'eating ass'," Chris smiled at his thrall's
mystified expression and continued, "I believe that is the colloquial
term. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Chet nodded affirmative and Chris continued, "You will find out very
shortly how good it feels. I love it and expect anyone who is invited into
my bed to perform it to my satisfaction. Now we will use your...father here
for practice. Don't look so disgusted, Little One, believe me when I say
that you will doing it. Even for him."

At this Chris moved in on Andrew's exposed undercarriage. He placed the
massive head of his hard cock against the opening of Andrew's hole and
started squeezing large dollops of his man juices onto his flesh. Chris
used the swollen head of his cock to swirl and smooth the thick liquid onto
its target. The hot, slick fluid made the entrance to Andrew's ass flush
with heat and it started to tingle. It started to iris open and Chris took
the opportunity to stick part of the piss slit into the winking eye and
deposit more slime into it. After just moments the hole was gaping wide and
dripping a heady fragrance. Andrew, for his part, had already started to
pant and moan.

Chris gestured for Chet to come closer. Chet obeyed and brought his face
down parallel with his father's ass, albeit still several inches away. He
looked closely at Andrew's burnished hole and he became fascinated with how
it undulated and pulsed. Chet looked up to his Master and dove right
in. His slick tongue found the moist opening and began tentatively probing
it. Chet could feel his Dad jump at first contact and the Andrew relaxed
into it. This caused his asshole to gape even wider and Chet thrust his
tongue in as deeply as he could. Chet couldn't taste anything more than his
Master's seed, but the texture of Andrew's inner ass was smooth and
satiny. Chet loved the feel of it on his tongue and the thought of how
dirty the act was he performed made his cock pulse and drool.

Chris caressed Chet's head and ran his fingers through the tangled
curls. He encouraged Chet to lick deeper and shove his face as far into the
smooth crack as he could. Andrew lifted his hips up to help and he moaned
at the feelings of pleasure and discomfort caused by his son's whiskers on
his sensitive lips.  Chet continued to slurp away happily. He went up and
down the crack, licking and nibbling away at that most sensitive part of
his father's anatomy. He even went so far as to bath Andrew's taint with
spit and poked at his balls with his tongue. The Master moved him aside
periodically in order to apply a fresh coat of his precum.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but couldn't been more than
40 minutes. The only sounds that were heard were those of Chet's obscene
slurping and Andrew's low moans. Chris put his hand on Chet's shoulders and
gently pulled him off his father's ass. Chet moved to the side and Chris
resumed his previous position at Andrew's hole. Chet had expected Chris to
just smear some more of his delicious effluence onto the hole for him to
lap up and he was stunned when his beloved Master inserted the head of cock
into the steamy entrance.

Andrew was surprised as well. His eyes shot open from their former bleary
half-lidded state and the muscles in his legs seized up. The muscle
contractions spread to his stomach, but strangely enough it didn't seem to
affect his sphincter which started to gobble up the fat prick. Andrew
braced for the inevitable pain he had been taught to expect from being
anally violated and when none came a look of comical suspicion crossed over
his face. Then he felt his opening begin to stretch for the stony invader
and the waves of pleasure which rode out from his ass like a wave enveloped
and drowned him, pulling him under the vast and stormy currents of lust
generated by his first fuck. Andrew felt the hot and hard pipe move through
his tender ass. Hunt's cock massaged his insides and rubbed hard against
prostate gland.

Andrew started thrashing around madly and nearly screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck
me! Oh Christ, please, just FUCK ME!"

Chris let out a chuckle so low it was almost a growl. Chris had his hands
clasped behind his back and he just stood there as Andrew forced his newly
fucked ass backwards onto his cock. The room was filled with the wet
slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and Andrew's ass was dripping with Hunt's
precum.  Andrew started moaning and cursing loudly, uncontrollably, as if
the mere presence of Hunt's penis in his ass was driving him mad. He could
only hold one thought in his head and that was, "Keep this wonderful fuck
going as long and hard as possible!"

Chris firmly grasped Andrew's hips and put an abrupt stop to his frenzied
dance. He looked at Chet and said, "He's making too much noise. It's
distracting and undignified. Quiet him with your cock."  Chet shook his
head and exclaimed, "But Master, don't you need to feed?"

Chris laughed and answered, "My dear boy, I have fed better in the last 24
hours than I have in the last 20 years! Just pacify him and then I will
provide you a feast that you won't soon forget."

Chet grinned and climbed onto the bed. He arranged himself in front of his
father's face. Andrew was whining and crying, desperately trying to grind
his ass backwards onto Hunt's dick. When he saw the hot, dripping prize
before him, however, he grew strangely still. Hypnotized, like a rodent
before the cobra, Andrew's unconsciously licked his lips at the prize set
out before him. Chet jacked his cock slowly, his hand moving up and down
the blood engorged shaft. His cock was still leaking prodigiously and
spread the fragrant juice over his stiff organ.

Andrew leaned forward slowly, his eyes locked onto his son's. His mouth
opened and the head of Chet's cocked slipped into the opening. Andrew
moaned sluttishly and began rolling his tongue over the head, luxuriating
once again in the flavor of his son's excretions. Chet lazily put a hand on
the top of his Dad's head and started thrusting his thick cock into his
mouth. Andrew quietly accepted his son's dominance and meekly sucked at the
turgid tool, patiently awaiting his prize.

Once Andrew had quieted down, Chris began to work over his ass again,
gradually working up to that he would consider a "trotting" speed. The
foolish mortal was tight indeed and the fact that Chris was watching him
service his thrall while he took his cherry was an even bigger
thrill. Andrew's ass flexed and tightened on Hunt's cock, grasping and
squeezing it like a fist. Even as lubricated as Hunt tended to make things
there was still the firm grasp of satiny anal tissue caressing every inch
of his prick. Chris knew that he would soon be filling this ignoramus with
enough cum to ruin the mattress.

It was a chain reaction of Earth shaking magnitude. An almost imperceptible
tenseness gripped Chris' body and thrust all the way into the welcoming
hole. He started to unload with all of the force of garden hose and he
could instantly feel his own cum wash back over his cock and start to flow
out of Andrew's stretched ass. Chris felt the warm, thick juices run over
his cock and drip down his thighs. The rich and heady smell of ass and cum
wafted up to his nostrils and it started him thrusting into the hole again.
Andrew stopped sucking his son's cock for a minute, completely overwhelmed
by the hot tsunami of cum filling up his ass. He felt it squish out around
the invading member and he loved the wet tightness of it. Chet started
firmly thrusting into his slackened jaw, clearly impatient with the delay
and needing to cum. Andrew went back to his fatherly duty and threw himself
into milking his boy. It only took a couple of minutes and Chet was
unloading an unstoppable blast of hot sperm. Andrew didn't think twice
about it and just started swallowing. He barely tasted Chet's cum as it
shot straight down his throat. Even with swallowing as fast as he could
Andrew's mouth was still overwhelmed by the flow. Chet laughed cruelly and
pulled his still spurting cock out of his Dad's mouth and started white
washing his awestruck face.  The thick white cream coated Andrew's face
completely, his eyes burned, and he couldn't smell anything else save
Chet's powerful sperm.

Chris and Chet met each other's eyes and they shared a secret smile. Both
of them should have been exhausted, even with the upper limits of their
stamina, but instead they were exhilarated and filled with a heady
elation. This had all the markings of an initiation, one that finally cut
the last remaining ties between the world Chet came from and the one he
currently found himself in. The utter degradation of his father seemed to
be an altogether appropriate step on his way to becoming...what? Chet
wasn't entirely sure, but he knew that it was far too late to turn away. He
had sealed the deal with his own personal devil and he was going to get as
much out of it before the inevitable bill came due.  Chris, with
excruciating slowness, withdrew his semi-hard cock from Andrew's
ass. Andrew collapsed like a puppet with his strings cut, slumping without
a sound into the soggy bed. "Come here, Disciple, and clean my cock off."

Chet hesitated for a moment, briefly disturbed by the thought of putting
his mouth on a cock that had so vigorously fucked his Dad. It didn't do
much to stop him, however, because doubts were a function of free will and
of that he had been divested of entirely. Chet gobbled down his Master's
cock, licking and slurping the considerable amount of cum still coating the
rubbery surface. As usual, the cum Hunt produced was irresistible to Chet
and he found that his Dad's ass added a piquancy to it. It wasn't long
before Chris' cock and balls were spotlessly cleaned of cum.

"Do you want some more of my cum?" Chris asked.  "Oh yeah!" Chet looked at
him with a glassy excitement on his eyes, "Can you do that? Give me some
more to drink?"

"But I've already prepared it for you, my dear boy," Chet innocently
replied and gestured towards Andrew's slumped form.

A brief look of confusion clouded Chet's face and then his eyes brightened
as he realized what The Master was referring to. He looked hungrily at his
father and then he looked back to Chris and asked a question with his
eyes. In answer Chris leaned forward and smacked Andrew on the ass hard
enough for the sound to ring through the room like a gunshot.

"Get up, slattern!" Hunt shouted, "Get that pitiful ass up in the air! Your
child is hungry and you can nurse him in a way that his mother never
could."

Andrew didn't even look up, so defeated he was. A little bit of sanity had
crept into his mind during the brief moment of rest and he realized that
his life was no longer his own. How had this monster managed to invade his
life, seduce his traitorous son away from him, and reduce him to the lowly
status of a cum dumpster? The biggest trick of all was making him want
it. He offered up his now sore anus for his son to suckle at.

Chet felt momentarily uneasy over the mention of his mother, but that small
irritant quickly faded away when he caught sight of his Dad's swollen and
jizz dripping asshole. Andrew was clearly having trouble keeping it closed
and it frothed white at the opening. The flow had slowed a bit, but it was
still working its way out. Chet dove in and started sucking the still warm
cum right from Andrew's gaping hole. His tongue worked at the opening,
causing even more of the delicious liquid to ooze out. He lapped at it like
a dog with a bowl of water. He smeared it all over his face, the smell of
sweat and ass and cum clinging to him like a second skin. Soon he had
gotten all the cum he was likely to draw from his Dad's abused hole and
pushed him back down on the bed.

Andrew landed on his face and then rolled over. He revealed that his cock
was rock hard and straining. It had turned a funny purple color and it
looked like it would explode. Andrew looked pitifully up at the two naked
figures kneeling on the bed before him. He was trembling slightly and his
eyes looked as if they were filled with barely contained tears. He so badly
wanted to just grab his dick and stroke it while the sense memory of his
fucking and sucking played on endlessly in his mind. Andrew knew it
wouldn't take much to cause his overstimulated sex organ to spit up its
precious load. He also knew with an undeniable certainty that if he touched
himself without express permission that things wouldn't go well for
him. Andrew was conceited, cruel, and self-absorbed, but he wasn't stupid.

"Do you wish to allow him to relieve himself, Chet?" Hunt asked in a
carefully neutral tone.

Chet considered the question for a moment and then queried, "What will
happen if I don't?" At the sound of the words Andrew noticeably blanched.

"He will suffer, Chet," Hunt said simply, "His loins will burn with a fire
that cannot be easily extinguished.  His everyday functions will continue
to dwindle until his need for release consumes him. He will end up as a
pitiful madman, muttering and groping at himself until he dies."

Chet considered this statement. He thought of how much pain his father had
caused him, how difficult he had made the death of his mother. He tried to
remember back to a time where Andrew hadn't seemed to hate him. Chet tried
to look past the sexually crippled remnant before him and find the dad he
had once loved.

In the end Chet couldn't bring himself to consign anyone to that level of
suffering. He especially didn't want to use the great gift of pleasure that
his Master had bestowed on him to do it. Solemnly, as if taking communion,
Chet leaned down and took his Dad's cock into his mouth. He swallowed it
down to the root, slipping the head and an inch of shaft down his throat
and squeezing down hard. Chet pumped up and down on his Dad's cock and he
was gripped by the eroticism of the moment. He started to get into it and
suddenly he wanted nothing more than to bring his Dad to an explosive
climax and drink down the seed that had conceived him.

Andrew's head fell back and his shook as if caught by a chill. His teenage
son had a death grip on his cock and was doing something with his tongue
that no 16 year old boy should know how to do. Andrew went from nearly
begging to ejaculate to wishing it would never stop. After all the bad
treatment he put Chet through he was still willing to help his Dad
out. Chet had fed Andrew cum when he needed it and was now milking his
balls in return. Andrew held out as long as he could and then shouted loud
enough to wake the neighbors and fed Chet several strong ropes of sperm.

Chet swallowed them down and pulled of his Dad's cock with a satisfying
smack of his lips. He rose off Andrew's crotch and turned in the bed
towards his loving Master. Chris smiled benevolently at him and the smile
on his lips shone down with an almost holy fire. Chris kissed him deeply
and was pleasantly surprised that Chet had held some of his father's cum in
his mouth to share. Andrew's cum had no real effect on Hunt, but he liked
the flavor and he appreciated the gesture. There kiss went on for quite
some time before Chris gently pulled away.

"That was a very good choice, my son, and it assures me that I have indeed
made a good choice with you," Chris said.

"What do you mean?" Chet asked.

"What I mean is that you had every reason in the world to let him suffer
and instead you chose to have mercy on him," Chris explained, "My gift was
not only of lust, but love as well, as I truly do love you. A gift of love
should never be twisted and used for something as ugly as vengeance. It
will invariably backfire on whoever uses it so."

Chris looked shyly downward, suddenly embarrassed by this talk of love and
mercy. He quietly accepted his Master's compliment and then yawned
uncontrollably. Chris smiled and rubbed his hand over the boy's head.

"You must get some more rest. Come! We'll retire to the master suite for
the rest of the evening, "Chris got off the bed, "Just leave him here for
the night. He'll be tractable enough in the morning."  And with that the
two of them stumbled drunkenly out of the cum soaked room and collapsed in
Andrew's bed. Chris wrapped himself around Chet's thick, hairy body and lay
there for the rest of night watching him sleep peacefully.

TO BE CONTINUED...