By kinglionmanda3rd
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Of monster in me
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It's my 13th glass of whisky. I could drink more but i decide against it. As my head turns slowly my brain feels as though it's turning faster than my head. A servant boy walks up to me and offers me another drink, how can i say no? His little cock sticks straight up as if pointing to the drinks on his tray.
“Thank you little sex magnet”
I say as i take a fruity drink from the tray.The boy smiles seductively.as i stand up my brain does flips my eyes start to feel heavy and then something hits me in the chest and head my whole body hurts. The thing that hit me is smooth and flat, it dawns on me that the thing that attacked me was the floor. I look up surprised to see the boy servant squatting in front of my face his cock sticking into his stomach. His balls are squashed up because of a cock ring he has on. i reached out to touch him but then everything goes black.
I dream of boys a sea of boys and they all look to me they want my cock and they need my cock. The thousands of boys run to me like flies on raw meat i am overwhelmed with boy cock shoving and humping groping and stroking all over me then swell turned to hell. The boys are many and i am one they start ripping me apart limb after limb i scream but nothing comes out.
The ground wasn't very nice to me when i was asleep it seems the staff put me in the alley beside the boys club i've never gotten that drunk at the club before. my ears are ring and my head feels like it was hit with a truck a few times. Ring ring ring my head won't stop ringing. Then i realized ,my phone is ringing not my head. I look at the caller id it's not anyone i know. On the 4 th ring i flip it open.
“Hello” i slur clearly still drunk from the night before
“Hello!! Is this paul?”
“Who the hell wants to know” i sat up and grunted into the phone
“This is your neighbor dale. The hospital has been trying to get ahold of you since yesterday”
“Wait wait wait why the fucks the hospital trying to call? And if the hospital has been trying to contact me why did they send you instead?”
“Paul never mind tha-”
I cut him off in anger
“Why the fuck is the hospital giving out contact info?”
“Paul if you MUST know i work at the hospital now your sons are in critical condition i advise you get here right away”
My heart hit my stomach as soon as he mentioned my sons
I was almost at a loss of words
“Paul? You still there?”
“Y y yes um…… witch hospital”
“Saint marys”
“Ill be there”
I hung up and sat staring at my car across the parking lot. With a sigh and a heave ho i was on my feet and running to my car.
The drive to saint mary's was hell. I called the hospital several times to check on my boys apparently an unknown assailant attacked my boys and ran off. They wouldn't tell me any more than that. As i was driving some sort of emotion hit me like a tornado. It was something i had not felt since i was a child. Guilt. Guilt that i hadn't treated my son's right guilt that i had turned into my father. When i was a child i vowed to never lay a hand on my future kids, but then the feeling started when i finally had my own son i couldn't stop staring. He was so sexy when he was 7 that's when it all started. The cravings, the desire. It was unbearable it wasn't fair i was a good father up until then. I was a good father. I never meant for this to happen, but then my wife died during labor of apple and it got easy. Easier to take my anger out on him. After all There was no one to stop me. easier to drink and fuck till his hole was mangled and torn. Easier to beat and beat him over and over again in anger.
Tears were running down my face i started beating the steering wheel. All this guilt came out of a box that was stored away in my monster's lair and its as if he just poured it open onto my head, as if to say “ha ha ha look what i saved”
I pulled into the parking structure and ran into the building a short black women was at the desk
“Hey where's my sons apple and paul jr.”
“Oh are you the father”
“no i'm some random ass guy looking for some kids to fuck!!”
“Well you don't gotta me nasty about it”
She led me to a room
“Dr dale will be with you shortly wait here in the urgent care waiting room.”
I sat down in a purple flower chair. All i wanted to do was bust down those urgent care doors and search for my sons but before i could dale my lovely cop calling doctor neighbor walked up to me.
“Hello paul”
He said it in a monotone voice
“Your sons are in surgery both have injuries very extensive but there lucky i stopped the guy that was attacking them when. Im afraid they have a 50/50 chance of living”
My stomach sunk lower.
“Wait you said you saw the guy who did this what did he look like”
“Um well i think he had blond hair blue eyes. He was a very handsome young man”
“Wow that's a little bit of a scarey description you just made”
He blushed a deep red.
I stood with the sudden realization the boy must have been jim's son that little hot head had to be him.
“I have to go call me when they get out of surgery”
He nodded and started to say something else but i was already running for the parking structure. I have to get to jim's house and beat his sons to pay for mine. Yes that will make me happy very happy. The drive to his hows was full of anger. I stopped by my house and made a split second decision instead of a bat i grabbed a gun. As i pulled up to his house i had an almost giddy feeling the monster in me was peeking its head out and showing its true colors. I pulled right into his drive. As i walked up i smirked. Then came a laugh i was surprised that thought this was funny. I banged on the door rapidly.
The young boy id met in the house before opened the door, his eyes became wide with fear he started to say something but he noticed the gun.
“Stay quiet”
I pushed him in the house and closed the door behind him.
“Where's your daddy?”
“He he went with the cops they said charlie did something bad and dad had to go answer some questions”
“Aw ok is your younger brother here?”
He nodded
“Go get him”
He ran up stairs and came back down a moment later his younger brother in tow.
They stood in front of me in fear.
“Take off your pants both of you”
The boys stared at me as if i had grown two heads.
“Now!!” i yelled they started stripping the youngest boy was crying
“Now your shirts”
They did not hesitate to comply this time they were now in the undies the older one was wearing boxer briefs and the younger one was wearing spiderman underwear. My phone started ringing.
“Stay quiet” the boys nodded their heads in unison
“ hello”
“This is dale you need to come in”
“Im 3 hours away just tell me are my sons okay”
“Paul im so sorry to tell you this over the phone apple died and jr is in critical condition”
“What !! how did my apple die YOU said he was in surgery surgeons supposed to fix shit”
“He suffered extreme hemorrhaging on the operating table the surgeons were unable to revive him. I'm sorry for your loss even the worst father in the world doesn't deserve this”
“ fuck you”
I hung up
My insides felt as if someone was pulling them out one organ at a time.
I fell to my knees and bellowed a loud cry of sorrow the boys jumped when i screamed out the older one came up to me and wrapped his arms around me.
“Whats wrong?”
“Hes gone gone gone”
“Who?”
“My son my youngest my world!!”
I realized then and there that this all happened because of these boys. forget the leverage i have on there father. Finally i know what i need to do. I forcibly threw the older one across the room, and hit the younger one with the hilt of my gun. He crumbled under his own body weight suddenly there was something scratching and clawing at the back of my head. I stood and threw myself against the wall to knock the boy from my shoulders he hung on and scratched my face. I regretted it once i did but there was no going back. I pointed my gun into the boy's chest and fired. He fell limp and onto the floor. A slight moan seeped from his mouth. I felt my face. little cock sucker nicked me. The younger beautiful one was still asleep in his beautiful undies. I knelt down onto him carefully removing his undies. His little cock was the best thing i ever seen. I felt it and squeezed it i licked it. He tasted and smelt of boy. I lifted his ass up and smelt his hole it smelt clean and tasted even better. My tongue flicked back and forth over his hole getting him ready for his last fucking. I unzipped my pants my cock was throbbing. I put my cock at his hole and pushed he was so tight but i made him fit he was warm inside. I started forcibly fucking him harder and harder with each thrust. He started to whine he was coming to i wanted him to feel my pain inside him he started sobbing that only made me wilder. I grabbed his cock and started jacking him off, in some perverted way he was enjoying this. his little prick was as hard as a nail. I fucked him harder and harder he cried out in pain and joy. I felt i was on the verge of cumming. I came so hard and long i think i filled his bowels completely. When i was spent i fell onto him.
“Did that feel good you little cock sucker”
He didn't say anything. We sat there i was still inside him. we both were out of breath. I rested my face into his neck somehow with all that has happened i felt something for this boy. My plan was to kill him once i was done fucking him, but somehow he became my apple he was cute he reminded me of apple the way he can take a cock as big as mine and still be satisfied after. I have to take him and protect him.
It took a few minutes but i managed to clean him and me up and take him home with me. We have to make a new life for ourselves i can still have my apple he can be it. Ill raise him as my own. I packed my bags and his and we hit the road. For ever we will be together me and my new son
Epilogue
6 months later
Jim sat at his son's grave distrait in his loss sky was his and now he's gone. They re all gone. His oldest was sentenced to life for 1st degree murder his youngest was taken by a equally distrait parent who most likely killed him two. This is the life of a monster this is what happens when you give in. this is what happens when monsters meet. This is our lives we can never be normal. We can never have a family. The risk is to great. Jim kisses his son's grave. Pulls out the small revolver and sticks it to his head. Pop. that's all it takes. And a life ends. Jim's life. Skys life apples life gone done nothingness. Hell.
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