Date: Wed, 07 Apr 2010 13:35:11 -0400
From: williamrush@hushmail.com
Subject: The Serpent's Sting

The Serpent's Kiss
by William Rush

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The Beginning...

The man stood watching his son run from the other boy. The boy tried to
catch Stefan, to bring the chase to an end, that playful game boys are want
to play. Stefan was quick and agile, dancing away from the other boy,
almost teasing him, letting him gather up just enough courage to believe he
had Stefan, then the beautiful blond boy would jump away, arching his body
to the side, giggling. Stefan's body was taught and wily, his arms and legs
elegant and slim, the child moved with a grace unknown in most boys. His
laughter filled the air, the high pitched boyish ring was intoxicating. As
Stefan watched the other boy, his clear blue eyes held a mischeavous grin,
even as his pale skin glistened with sweat as they continued their little
game.

Stefan was the product of generations of careful breeding, his mother had
chosen from a host of suitors. Nika had chosen the father for the same
reasons most choose a man, he was kind, brave, and honest. That first night
of passion bore fruit, and once it was found that the mother was with
child, both were whisked away to the family's compound, an ancient place
lost in the mountain valleys.

Father feared the worst when he felt the first twinges of lust build in his
loins. Could his son be destined to be one of those? He shuddered at the
thought, even as the desire burned in his heart, a desire to possess the
boy completely, to be the one to turn him, make him what he was born to be,
for in Gorgio's heart, he knew what the boy was meant to be, even if his
mother denied it, even if his own mind denied it, his heart, that place
where his lust grew to endless bounds, knew the truth.

The boy bent over, like most days he played in the safety of the compound
naked, his body exposed to the world. Gorgio saw the little wrinkled hole,
pink and untouched, used for only one purpose in his young life, the boy
was not even aware that it could serve a more prurient need. As the boy
jumped to the side, his small uncut penis dangled like a twig above two
delicate berries.

"Don't look at him that way," Nika said, pulling on the man's arms. "He's
fine. It's only your mind playing tricks on you."

"I hope you're right," the man said, even though he began to sweat, the
fear of losing his son more humiliating than anything he knew.

"He's just a touch of his mother's child," Nika said, "you'll see, he'll
turn into quite the young man soon. Come now, lets go and turn that hunger
elsewhere. If you wont slake it with the boys in the barn, then you can
take me."

The man shook his head, not wanting to slake it, feeling a power in his
lust, an almost boundless strength in the desires that churned deep within
his body, sending the warm fluid coursing through it, leaking inside of his
trousers. He could feel the spike rising inside of him, deep within his
groin, the desire to free it and take his son right then. He cursed
himself... Why!?! Why did he want to do this thing, to reduce his own child
to a baseless creature, a creature built for only one purpose. It was not
normal or right to have this desire. He should desire to protect and love
him... but, oh, he did love him, perhaps more than what was needed.

He spent too much time holding the child, that he knew. The feeling of the
boy in his arms brought him such contentment. It was almost as if the world
ceased to exist and the only thing that stood in its place was him and his
child. If the boy was turned, it should be his seed that does it, he should
remain in the same line, the father should bear the son over to that place,
even if it broke tradition and threatened to leave the child with that
curse, one that would torment him for the rest of eternity.

"Come now," Nika said, urgently this time, pulling the man away from the
two boys playing.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking into his wife's eyes, "he's so beautiful. I'm
afraid..."

"Don't be afraid," Nika said, smiling at the man, "You've just gone to long
without that warmth. You think denying yourself will save him, but we both
know it's just growing inside you. Do you want him that badly you'll risk
taking away his place by your side?"

"You're right," he said as his wife led him away.

They returned to their home. As Gorgio watched, Nika undid the loose
garments and allowed them to fall to the ground, exposing his youth, the
thin slender rod sticking out proudly, yearning for his husband's
attention. He looked not a day over fourteen, the same age he was first
taken, when they had found he had the bearing of a host. There was no hair
on his body, except for the slim patch that surrounded the boy's cock.

"You're so beautiful," the man said, pulling the boy to him, his hand
reaching down to stroke the boy's prick, feeling the fluids already leaking
from the tip. "And horny too."

"I want you so bad," Nika said, pulling the man close to him. "Are you
bored with me Gorgio?"

"How could I ever be bored with such beauty," the man said, kneeling in
front of the boy, seeing those same features present in his son, the soft
blond hair and blue eyes, the unblemished skin, the refined bearing that
seemed to exude from the boy, especially free of his disguise. "If only you
could be like this forever."

"Oh my darling," the boy said, giggling, the feminine voice evaporating,
replaced by a boyish glee, "what would the neighbors think?"

The man slicked his own cock quickly, spreading the thick fluids that
leaked from the end around his girth, then took some and pushed it inside
the boy's body. The boy moaned as he kneeled with one leg on the edge of
the bed, the other allowing him to stand before the man, allowing him
access to that tight hole he desired.

Nika cried out as the man pushed inside quickly, finding purchase deep
within the boy's bowels, searching for that small nodule of pleasure that
brought the boy such joy and also offered the chance of life to be born
inside him once more.

A boy bride doesn't always take when he's mounted, sometimes it takes
decades. The man knew this, knew that he would most likely have only one
son for quite awhile. That first time it seemed blessed, even meant to be,
this time though, that was not on his mind so much as the warmth and
tightness that strangled his rod as he pushed further, relentlessly inside
of the boy.

Nika whimpered, the sudden pain always caught him, even when he was
prepared. His small ring, forever tight and pink, wrestled with the thick
serpent invading his depths, causing him to pant and groan, building only
more lust in his husband's core.

"Harder," Nika begged, looking over his shoulder, brushing the tears of
pain from his eyes, even as the man grabbed onto his hips and pushed with
even more hunger inside of him.

The coupling was rough, passionate, the man's rod pushing in and out with a
rhythm more suited to beasts than a man and boy. Gorgio groaned, watching
the boy struggle beneath him, giving up his eternal innocence to the
man. He caught sight of where their bodies met, that place now stretched
hopelessly around him, and he felt the first signs of pleasure building
inside of him.

With a guttural groan, he pushed the boy down on his stomach, not bothering
to remove himself from the boy's bowels, instead thrusting with even
greater hunger. He could feel the spike make its way from deep inside of
him, slithering through his urethra to search out the boy's tender gland,
to attempt to impregnate the boy once more.

The boy cried out as he felt the subtle pinch, then a numbness as the thin
tentacle slid forth from the man's slit biting into the boy's tender
insides, filling him with the fluids that would allow him the chance to
bear fruit from their union. The boy was lucky, his body could resist the
other things this viscous black fluid wrought in boys. For him it gave him
only youth and a desire to please, there was no hunger left over or need
for more.

"Take it," the man said in a gruff voice, relishing his command over the
slender body beneath him. Nika was his womb, his warmth, the chance for
more than just a life of loneliness and despair. The boy could never know
the feelings he stirred in the man, or how much the man wanted to be with
him and stay with him, even if that was forever.

The boy cried out as the slender fang dug into the tender wall of his
insides, surging through to his prostate, driving the boyish fluids out so
that they dribbled from the slit of his slender prick, soaking the bed with
a sticky mess.

A warmth filled it's place and he swore he could feel it, the eggs being
born inside of him, waiting for the man's juices to find them and take
them, to turn them from an empty shell into a young unborn boy. His insides
clenched, almost as if they wanted to pull the entire length of the man
inside of him, even as the fanged tentacle, having done it's job, retreated
back inside of the man's body.

"Oh Cain," the man cried out as his cock lurched inside of the boy,
releasing thick volumes of cream inside of him, the slimy fluid that would
hopefully catch inside of the boy and plant another son in that small
space.

The boy whimpered as the man collapsed on top of him. He could feel the
warmth of the man's semen inside of his bowels, churning into a white foam
as the man continued to move inside, dribbling out the last remnants of his
seed.

"That was a good one," the boy said, even as the man turned him over and
took the boy's slender cock in his hand and began to stroke it.

"Not quite good enough," the man said passionately, watching the boy
grimace as his own lust built inside of his young body.

"Oh please," the boy begged, humping his hips towards the man's mouth, his
eyes wide with wonder, still amazed at the pleasure his body could give him
under the soft touch of his husband.

The man held the boy's hips still, wrapping his mouth around the boy cock,
sucking it deep inside of him, listening to the crescendo of groans, then
the one that signaled it all, the shrill high pitched squeal that creaked
out from deep within the boy's body. Nika's face wrenched, mixed in agony
and pleasure as the warmth that had been sparked in his body by the man
soon surged forth mixing with the man's own juices. He felt the throbbing
of his rod, but he knew nothing would come forth, that function had ceased
for him, now it all turned inwards into that part of his body that had
changed all those years ago, that part that made him different from other
boys, that made him capable and valuable, a giver of life.

The man held the boy to him, lost in the afterglow of their coupling. He
stroked the boy's long hair, wishing he could cut it, knowing that was what
the boy needed, but that convention denied it. He could never be a boy like
the others again, he was cursed and blessed, one that could be bred. The
boy seemed not to care, instead he relished the man's firm hold, allowed
his slim frame to dissappear in the bulk of the man's.

"You mustn't touch him," the boy said. "He's not like that. I can tell."

"I wont," he said, his softening rod slipping from the boy's grasp. "Not
without another son to take his place."

Nika burned with fear. Guilt filled his heart, for he knew he should want
to bear fruit, but not now, not while his man desired that small boy he
loved so much, the one that had been taken from his own small body nine
years ago. His fear was founded though, for in him lay the first small
speck of life, for Gorgio had caught the boy and it would be merely nine
months before his son had a brother and his desire would build and have no
reason to be slackened.

30 days later...

Gorgio was suspicious. There was no hiding that fact anymore. Nika was no
longer spilling his boyish juices, those small boyish parts inside of him
served another purpose now. He had massaged the boy's balls and the boy
cried out. Nika had told him that he had fell and hurt himself playing with
Stefan, but the man didn't believe him, nor did he want to believe him.

"We will go to the elders tomorrow," Gorgio said after their coupling had
ended, "we must be certain you're not bearing a child."

"If that's your wish," the boy said, trying to hide his deceit, "then I
shall go."

Gorgio held Stefan on his lap most of the evening, only letting the boy go
when he struggled, finally having too much of it all. Even then Gorgio
could not take his eyes off the young boy, the lust inside of him was
almost at a fever pitch. He had fought it over the last month, denied it,
but now he felt there was no reason to let it linger upon him, he felt the
small pangs of guilt in his conscience, but that did little to quell it,
rather his thoughts of the boy, naked and ready to receive him, filled his
mind almost constantly.

Nika gave Gorgio much to drink, a celebration, he told the man. He added a
sedative to the last drink, one used to calm the boys before they attended
other types of celebrations. Gorgio was in a deep slumber by the time Nika
stood in front of the mirror, cutting off the long hair that hung past his
shoulders. After he was done, he stared in the mirror and could not even
recognize himself. It had been years since Nika had cut his hair. He was
not entirely displeased, remembering the time before he was chosen, when
they had taken him from the little cardboard box he had lived in and
brought him here.

Some would think it would be an unpleasant memory, but it wasn't. Yes he
went hungry sometimes and yes he did unsavory things to survive, but he was
a boy then and did those boyish things that made life so exciting.

He went to Gorgio's den and took the money hidden in the jar atop the
mantle. He then set about filling up a bag with clothes for himself and
Stefan. Nika snuck quitely into the boy's room and stared at the child as
he slept. For nine years he had raised the small boy, bathing him and
feeding him, loving him. Nika watched the child, then crept next to his bed
and knelt beside him, gently stroking his soft golden hair. He smiled and
the weight on his heart grew even heavier. He drew up all the courage he
could muster and shook the child softly.

"Come now sweety," he whispered into Stefan's ear. "It's time to wake up."

"Is it morning," the boy asked, then seeing his mother's hair gone, sat up
straight and stammered, "Mother, your hair."

Nika laughed, stroking the boy's cheek and said, "I cut it, do you like
it?"

"You look funny mummy," the child said, sitting up, reaching out his hand
to stroke it, to see if it was all real or whether he might still be
dreaming.

"I cut it for our trip," the boy whispered to Stefan.

"Trip," Stefan said, suddenly excited. "Are we going someplace Mummy?"

"Yes," Nika said, putting his finger over the boy's lips, "but we must be
quiet. We can't wake Poppa."

"Isn't Poppa coming," the boy asked, confused.

"Not right now," Nika said pulling out clothes for the child.

The boy didn't fight as Nika dressed him, instead he tried to sort out what
was going on, asking his mother questions, worried something might be
wrong.

"But mummy," Stefan said, "Poppa said we can't leave the sanctuary. Wont we
get in trouble?"

"No," Nika said, pulling the boy's shirt over his head, then smoothing the
boy's hair down. "We wont be in any trouble. Poppa wants us to go ahead of
him. He has to meet with the elders tomorrow, he didn't want to hold us
back."

"Where are we going mummy," the boy asked, as he held Nika's hand,
following the boy to the front door.

"It's a surprise," Nika said, then seeing the worry on the boy's face
added, "but if you're a good boy, I'll tell you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay mummy," the boy said smiling at the older boy.

As they left the small house on the corner of the compound, Nika led the
boy to the fence that surrounded the sanctuary, then ushered the boy to
where he had cut a section open. He pushed the fence open with a board and
slipped Stefan through first, then followed. Once they were clear he led
the boy carefully through the woods that surrounded the compound. He knew
where the cameras were hidden. He would wait patiently for them to point
away from them, then pull the boy behind him moving as quickly as he
could. By dawn they reached the road. The boy was tired and didn't want to
go any further, but Nika forced him to.

"Just a little further sweety," the boy said, smiling at his son. "Then we
can rest."

They walked down the road towards the town. It was twenty miles away and he
worried now that they might have found out they were gone. The boy trudged
behind him, whining as small children are want to do, but Nika ignored him
and eventually picked the child up and carried him, not willing to stop.

After an hour a car appeared and Nika thought about hiding, but knew he
couldn't, if it was them they would have him, if it wasn't there was still
a good chance they would catch him. He sat the younger boy down and waved
frantically. The beige sedan pulled to a stop and a middle aged woman
rolled down the electric window and looked at the motley pair.

"What are you two doing out here all alone," she asked.

"My father's car broke down," Nika said, "He left to get help, but he
hasn't gotten back yet."

"Oh you poor dears," the woman said, opening the door. "Get in, I'll take
you to town."

"Thank you mam," Nika said smiling at the woman, pushing Stefan into the
backseat.

"I can't believe your father would leave you alone," the woman said as they
drove along the road.

"He didn't think Stefan could make it," the boy said.

"Poor little guy," the woman said, glancing at the boy in her rear view
mirror, sleeping.

When they arrived in town, Nika cried out and said, "there he is. Stop!"

The woman pulled the car to the side of the road and Nika woke Stefan and
pulled him out. He looked at the woman and smiled, then waved as they made
their way away from the car.

"Dad," he hollered, "over here."

"Is Poppa there," Stefan asked in grumpy voice, "Can we sleep now?"

"In a bit," Nika said, "Thank you Mam."

"Wait," the woman said a worried look on her face.

"It's alright," Nika said, pulling Stefan behind him as he crossed the
street, "he just went in the store. Thank you again."

The woman waited for a moment, watching the boys dissappear into the store,
then realizing she was late for work, drove on. Nika waited for her to
dissappear out of sight before he headed down the sidewalk. The older boy
stopped and asked an old man sitting on a park bench where the bus stop was
and once he had directions headed for it.

Nika breathed a deep breath, a breath filled with air and exhaust and the
dirt of civilization. He loved it. It had been so long since he had been in
a town. Gorgio had not let him leave the compound for several years, a
piece of the man was paranoid the boy might try to run or escape. Now, as
Gorgio still slept in his drug induced slumber Nika stood patiently waiting
for the bus, two tickets for Fargo in his hand.

"Where are we going Mummy," little Stefan said groggily, as he leaned
against the older boy.

"Nika," the older boy said, "you must call me Nika now, not Mummy."

"Why Mummy," the boy asked, confused.

"Because people can't know I'm your Mummy," Nika said. "They wouldn't
understand and we'd get in trouble. You don't want to get in trouble do
you?"

"No Mummy," the boy said in a soft voice, sleep catching up with him.

"Then call me Nika," the boy said, "That's my name and I wont be mad. Okay
sweety?"

"Yes Mummy," the boy said, then correcting himself, added, "I mean Nika."

"Good boy," the older boy said, wrapping his arm around the smaller child,
resting his cheek on the top of the boy's head.

Every second waiting for the bus to arrive was a second longer than Nika
thought he could bear. When he saw it pull up he nearly jumped for
joy. Fifteen minutes later they were headed east away from the small town
and the only home either of the boys had known for the last nine years.

As they sat in the high back chairs and felt the soft hum of the bus's
engine, Stefan slept, his head resting on Nika's shoulder. Nika couldn't
sleep, the worry in his heart welled up threatening to explode. He knew
that if Gorgio did not wake soon, the others would come to wake him, then
they would come for him. He looked around the bus at the other faces. No
one else had gotten on the bus with them, that was a good thing. For now he
let the younger boy sleep, he would need a good night rest. Things had just
started and he knew that it would be a long time before they came to an
end.


45 days later...


"Momma," Nika said as he heard the other voice on the phone.

"Freddie," the voice said, "Freddie is that you?"

"Yes Momma," Nika said, trying to hold back the tears.

"Freddie," the woman said in an excited voice. "Oh my God, it's really
you!"

"Yes Momma," the boy said, wiping his sleave across his eyes. "I'm sorry I
haven't called Momma. I miss you."

He paused, waiting for his mother to calm down and once she started to talk
again he said, "I'm in trouble Momma, I need your help."

Nika held Stefan's hand as they waited in the shadows of the alley. He saw
the silver sedan stop across the street, then saw his mother get out. She
was older, there was grey in her brown hair and her face bore the weight of
eleven years of worry. She looked around desperately, trying to find her
child. As she searched the streets she passed by Nika twice before she
realized who he was. She stopped where she stood and brought her hand to
her mouth and stifled a cry, tears ran down her cheeks as the boy
approached.

"Freddie," the woman sobbed, a look of shock on her face. "Is that you?"

"It's me Momma," the boy said, smiling at the woman.

"It can't be," she said, looking at the boy who looked barely older than he
did eleven years ago when he had first run away from home.

"It's me Momma," he said. "It's me Pooka."

"Oh God," she said running around and grabbing her child in her arms and
pulling him close.

"I missed you," he said, pushing his head into her bosom, unable to hold
back his own tears.

Georgia Delaney was oblivious to many things and it was that fact that
drove her son from their home so long ago. She could not admit that her
husband might be doing things to the boy, that the long deep red streaks
that she occasionally saw were anything more than the wounds of playful
exuberance. She was certain that her husband, even with his temper, could
never do the things that her son told her he did.

It wasn't until she came home one day to find the boy tied to a chair
naked, welts running up along his chest and across his legs that she
realized it was true, that he was doing more than just spanking the
child. Even then she couldn't bring herself to stop him. She was not a
strong woman, not by any means, and she knew she had no skills to survive
or take care of her only son, so instead she made her husband promise to
stop and she believed he had. It wasn't until she woke one morning to find
her son gone that she realized the lie she had told herself.

Her husband was long gone now. She could not stand to look at the man. She
thought she might kill him for everything he had done to them, for the loss
of her only child. He saw it in her eyes and it wasn't until he woke one
night to find her sitting in a chair, a butcher knife in her hands, that he
realized he needed to leave. They had not spoken for several years, the
divorce left her with everything. The loss of a child is enough to tear
most homes apart, but the secrets that lived in that home ensured that
nothing remained but the charred ruins of a life once lived.

As they sat at the kitchen table, Georgia stared at her child, believing in
every way that Freddie was there, despite the fact he didn't look a year
older than he had. She believed that the other boy was her grandchild, she
could see it, he looked exactly like Freddie did at that age. She listened
to the story Freddie told her, that he had a glandular problem that caused
him to look younger than he actually was and despite the fact that the
story seemed impossible, she wanted to believe him, so she did.

Nika and Stefan slept in Freddie's old bedroom. Nika refused to let the boy
out of his sight. His mother asked why Stefan called him Nika. Freddie
explained that his ex was Greek and that Nika was a term of endearment for
a father. She didn't argue about that either, even though she knew he was
lying. She wanted so much for things to be right again, for her son, the
one she saw right then, to be back home and safe.

She woke in the night to find the boy kneeling in front of the toilet,
sick. She knelt beside him worried something might be wrong, but he said it
was just the food, that he was fine. She stroked his hair as he knelt
there, his face pale. She smiled at him and he smiled back. She took him in
her arms and began to cry, her body shook with grief and joy, Nika cried
too, hugging her close to him, remembering again, how his mother had
smelled all those years ago.

For several days everything was normal, or as normal as something like that
could be, then she woke and found them gone. Her son and grandson. A note
sat on the table. Freddie apologized for stealing from her, but said that
he had to leave, that he couldn't stay. He would park her car someplace
safe and leave a note on it. He begged her not to call the police, that in
a few days he would call her to tell her he was okay. She sat at the
kitchen table with a cup of coffee and waited, as patiently as any mother
can wait.

That afternoon two men arrived at her door, they showed her badges and
asked if she had seen her son recently. They forced their way inside of the
house. She followed them around as they searched each room.

"What's wrong," she asked them, "What's Freddie done?"

"We can't tell you that," the older man said, the one with the grey hair
and scar on his chin.

"It's in his best interest if you tell us if you've seen him," the younger
man said, looking at the woman.

She watched the men leave the house and walk across the street to their
car. She felt her heart race in her chest. The men sat and watched the
house. She saw one of them talking on a cell phone, he was staring at her
as she peered out from behind the curtain. She went to the kitchen and sat
staring at her phone. Four days later her car was found. A note was left in
the glove compartment. \i I'm sorry mom, I wish I could've stayed. \i0 \i
\i0 Nika was out of money and there was only one way he knew to earn it. He
had Stefan wait in the bathroom. The man was young, barely older than him,
maybe twenty. He was passionate and gentle. He took the boy's slender cock
in his mouth and sucked it, rolling his tongue over the glans, tickling the
pee slit, trying hard to coax the seed from the young teen's balls. When
Nika came, he cried out, the spasms rocked his small body. The man was
surprised when nothing came out. He wanted to suck him again, to taste the
boy's juice, unaware that the boy's body had changed, that he would not
produce those fluids again for several months.

As the boy laid back and raised his legs, exposing his tight hole, the man
pushed forward, entering him, shoving all of his cock in, gasping as he
felt the warmth of the boy's insides. He looked down at the boy, admiring
his long blonde hair and soft eyes. He stroked the boy's cheek with his
index finger, lost in the sensation of the teen's soft flushed skin. He
felt the warmth of the boy's insides and could not escape the rising
sensations building at the base of his shaft, the subtle tingles that
slowly slipped up to just beneath the head of his dick.

He cried out as he shot his thick load of seed inside the boy's bottom,
gripping the boy firmly by the hips, holding him still as he finished. He
left the boy there, laying naked in the bed, pale, breathing heavy, a
hungry look still in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to fuck the boy
once more, but fear of getting caught in a room with a naked boy and his
little brother overcame that urge and he shut the door and left.

Nika walked into the bathroom naked, Stefan watched him, worried. He knew
something was happening to Nika, but wasn't sure what. He also knew that
they were not going home and that he would not see his father again, not
unless he caught them. Stefan didn't say anything, there was no need. He
would not argue with the older boy who he loved more than anyone else in
the world, even his own father. Instead he gently rested his hand on Nika's
knee, looking up into his eyes, trying very hard not let the boy see the
fear in his eyes.

Nika dressed and counted the money. It was enough to get something to eat
and get to where he needed to go. The boy's walked to the bus station and
it took him an hour to find someone to buy the tickets for him. Nika and
Stefan took a seat close to the driver. Stefan leaned against Nika and
slept as the bus traveled through the night. In the morning they arrived in
Central City.

It took them an hour to arrive at the house. Nika remembered the first time
he had been there, beaten and bruised, barely able to move. The man had
found him and took him home. He had put the boy in his bed and sat by him
for two days, waiting on the boy's every need, caring for him with a
devotion Nika couldn't understand. Most men only wanted one thing from him,
but this man was different. It wasn't until the boy was healthy again that
he slid next to the boy and asked for payment for his kindness. Nika
repayed him and it was then that the man's suspicions were realized.

As the boy lay there, the seed leaking from his tender bruised bottom, the
man realized right away he was a breeder. The look of lust and desire were
absent in his eyes, rather he smiled at the man, happy, even though for the
life of him, the boy did not know why. The other times he had submitted and
afterwards he had been washed with guilt, this time he felt immersed in
joy, a baptism of sorts. The next week Nika's husband showed up and took
him away. A week after that he was pregnant with Stefan.

Stefan knocked on the door and waited. He heard the man on the other side,
debating whether or not to open the door. He pounded on it again.

"Open up Mike," Nika said, "it's Freddie."

The man opened the door and stared at the boy for a second, then said, "You
shouldn't have come here."

"I had no place else to go," Nika said.

Nika sat on the couch staring at the man, as Stefan slept. The man stared
at them both, shaking his head. He had been a hermit for years now,
avoiding his brothers like the plague, not out of fear, but out of
loathing. Long ago he had decided he couldn't do what they did, that he
didn't want to feed his spirit that way. To say he was innocent would be a
lie. He had fed on boys, turned them, many boys in fact, but Nika changed
that.

He still had not forgiven himself for turning him over to Gorgio, but he
knew there was nothing else he could do. If they had found him with a
breeder they would've locked him away, left him to go mad in some cell. He
could not go hungry like that. He had learned long ago that if he pulled
out just before he finished that he could leave the boy's unchanged. His
charm was enough to lead the tykes to his room, the passion his fang built
in them enough to keep them coming back.

"They'll come here eventually," he said. "I'm surprised they haven't
already."

"You know why I came," Nika said. "I need you to turn him, but not like
them. I know it can be done. I heard Gorgio talk about it with Dameus."

"I can't do that," Mike said. "If they found out..."

"You have to," Nika said, "if they catch him Gorgio will... will... I wont
let Stefan end up like that."

"God," he said, looking at the young boy sleeping on the couch, his head
resting in the older boy's lap. "How far along are you?"

"Two month," Nika said. "I tried not to get caught again, but I couldn't
help it."

"You can't fight it," Mike said, "if it's meant to be, it's meant to be."

"Will you do it," Nika asked as he gently stroked the sleeping boy's hair.

Mike looked at the young teen, guilt rising inside him, then turning his
head away, he said softly, "yes, you know I will."

A tear formed in the corner of Nika's eye and rolled down his cheek,
falling and landing on the boy's forehead. He stared at the child, knowing
after this, he would never be a man, that he would remain a boy forever.

When Nika first arrived at the compound each man there took him, pushing
their long cocks inside of his body, ensuring that their slender thin fangs
protruded and filled the young teen's prostate with their venom,
fertilizing him. They did not finish in the boy's bottom though, rather
they pulled out and fed the boy their seed, laughing as the boy's body
slowly gave way and the purpose of that fang became apparent.

That was the only time the boy begged for their sex, for their juices. He
moaned as the thick seed washed across his tongue. The salty fluid seemed
to taste better than anything he had ever tasted before. He greedily sucked
the men, oblivious to the rough strokes that bruised his tender throat,
instead intent on filling his belly with their seed. There were ten men in
that camp and he had suffered beneath them more times than he could
remember before Gorgio finally slid next to the boy and took him.

That first time was more painful than anything Freddie could remember, the
fang that slipped inside of him bit deeply and filled him with more of that
thick black fluid than the others. His husband's lust had been stoked and
he took the boy roughly, finishing inside of him, leaving a healthy dose of
his fluids to coat the boy's insides. The boy woke the next morning sick
and the men rejoiced. They believed the ritual had worked, not realizing it
was really just a matter of luck, that whether it was an ounce or a pint of
venom mattered little, except to fill the boy's hole with a vicious heat.

Mike sat on the bed staring at the beautiful young boy. His hand gently
stroked the boy's arm. He didn't want to do this. Most people would think
that immortality was a blessing, but he knew better. He had seen so much of
life and was tired of it all. He could end it if he wanted to, but the fear
of what lay beyond that threshold kept his hand in check. This boy would
not worry about that for years to come, at first he might even see it as a
blessing, never having to grow old or feel the weight of time cause his
muscles to sag or his mind to dull, but eventually he would see the rest of
it.

The boy looked at the man's hard cock, sticking out from a thick patch of
hair. It was nearly eight inches long and almost as thick as the boy's
wrist. It wasn't the first aroused man he'd seen, in fact men in the
compound were less than modest. He had seen his own father walk around his
house, his thick member leaking that clear fluid, so much at times that it
dripped on the floor, leaving a thin trail of slimy liquid to the bedroom
door. Stefan had heard the passionate cries of his father and the plaintive
wails of Nika. He knew something happened in that room and that it had to
do with the man's penis, but he wasn't quite sure what. One time he had
come in and found Nika kneeling in front of his father, pushing that thick
rod deep inside of his mouth. He had been so frightened he had run
away. When Nika found him he was hiding behind one of the sheds, sitting
with a look of fear and curiosity on his face. Nika had tried to explain to
the boy that it was just something that Daddy and Nika liked to do
together, but the boy wasn't sure why they would like to do that.

Now as the man sat beside him, Nika sitting in a chair, naked as well,
watching them, he was frightened, unsure of what was going to happen. He
didn't want to cry out like Nika did, those half pained yelps that would
ring out through the cool night, drifting into the boy's own bedroom.

"It's for your own good," Nika said, even though he looked very
sad. "Mike's going to help you to become like me. He's going to make sure
that Daddy can't do anything bad to you. Okay?"

Stefan looked at the older boy, frowning. He didn't say anything, instead
he just nodded and let the man pull him further onto the bed. There would
be no foreplay or tender kisses this first time. That wasn't the purpose of
this moment, no, it would be something else. Mike wasn't sure he could
resist the urge to turn the boy, even though he didn't want to. He knew in
theory what needed to be done, but in his heart he thought it was
impossible to resist that urge, that once his fang became hungry, that he
would not be able to keep it inside of him.

Nika shuddered as he saw the man lather his cock with the cool gel. Once it
was slick he took his place at Stefan's hole. There was no need to be
gentle, once he was done the boy would be healed of any damage by
morning. In fact he thought it would be better to be brutal, to have this
memory be one of sadness, rather than pleasure. His own memory was cursed
by that pleasure, that mixed feeling of desire and want that seemed to fill
him when he thought back to his own turning.

Mike was hungry, the sensation of the boy's hole nibbling his cock head
caused him to cry out. He lurched forward, savagely, but failed to enter
the boy. Stefan yelped and looked over at the older boy, questioning what
was taking place.

"Nika," he cried out.

"Hush," Nika said, "It'll only hurt for a moment."

The boy screamed as the man's cock found purchase inside of him. His face
contorted, his mouth hung open, his eyes squeezed shut, and then he was
silent, as if the very breath inside of him had fled. The man groaned and
pushed, forcing more of his length inside of the tight hole. He looked down
at the boy, his body curled into a tight ball, his ankles pressed back to
rest beyond the boy's small beautiful face. He saw where their bodies met,
the thick shaft of his penis stretching the boy's hole taught as he fought
to push more inside of the boy.

The boy sobbed, crying out now and again, certain that the man was
splitting him in two. Tears clouded his vision as he thrashed beneath the
weight of the man's loins. He felt each inch push further inside of him,
til it was all the way inside, the coarse hairs surrounding the man's cock
brushed roughly against the soft skin of the boy's balls.

"You're doing so good," the man said in a passionate, almost hungry
voice. "Just awhile longer."

The boy didn't say anything, instead a high pitched whine escaped the boy's
open mouth. The long thick cock speared inside of him then pulled out,
leaving him feeling empty. When it surged back, filling him up again, he
cried out. Nika tried not to watch, but he couldn't turn away. It seemed
impossible, but it was happening, the man's balls hid the act from him, but
there was no mistaking where the man's rod was buried.

It seemed to go on forever. The man was lost in the act, it took all of his
concentration to keep his fang inside of him. He felt his seed rising and
it was a strange sensation, one he had never felt before. Each time before
he had punctured a boy's tender walls, filled them with his venom, this
time that urge was kept in check. When he finally came, he cried out, his
seed rushed forward with such heat and intensity, he thought he would
certainly burn the boy's insides.

The boy felt it, the thick warm fluids spilling out inside of him. The
man's groans bounced off the walls of the room, even as the boy yelped in
surprise, it was only after he was almost done that he could take it no
more and the fang came out, slithering up past the slimy coating of his
seed, biting the tender flesh of the boy's intestines, instinctively
searching out the boy's gland, filling him with the fluid that would change
him forever.

The boy's eyes widened as he felt the sudden jolt of pleasure, then the
searing heat that coursed through his body. He thrashed beneath the man,
trying to escape the firm grip, but he couldn't. The man continued to pump
the venom inside of the boy's tender small prostate, until there was
nothing left to give him, then he waited. The fang did not release the boy,
rather it continued to bite that sensitive little button.

The boy cried out in fear and pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything
he'd felt before, he felt a tingling course through his soft little prick,
then another deep inside of him. He shrieked, but anyone who heard it knew
it was not a cry of pain, but something else. His body convulsed beneath
the man as the venom made it's way through the boy's body. The pleasure
that had built at that spot inside of his bottom now spread like a warm
fire through the boy's body. He could feel it in his finger tips and even
his toes. He tried hard to catch his breath.

It was not until the man's cock softened that he removed it from the boy,
leaving the long slender tentacle still attached. Nika saw it for the first
time, that infernal serpent that had stung him so many times before. He
shook with fear as he looked at the soft pink length, still caught inside
of the boy.

"Let him go," Nika said, rushing towards the bed, trying to pull the man
from the boy.

"No," the man said, pushing him away. "I can't, not until the seed is dead,
or he'll turn."

"Oh god," Nika said, shuddering as he saw the slender tentacle move, as if
it had a mind of its own.

They sat there watching the young boy as he continued to writhe beneath the
man, his body twitching, caught up in that blissful heat. The man groaned
as that other pleasure filled him, not one of the body, but of the mind,
the sensations of the boy's pleasure coursing through him, threatening to
overwhelm him. It was not until the boy was completely exhausted and unable
to move, that he finally released the boy. Nika watched, almost sickened as
he saw the tentacle retreat from the boy's distended hole, then slither
inside of the man's body.

Mike collapsed next to the boy, breathing heavy, the sound of a man who had
his fill. Nika grabbed Stefan in his arms and held the boy tight,
sobbing. He looked at the boy as his eyes fluttered.

"It's over sweety," Nika said. "I'm so sorry."

Stefan looked up at Nika and frowned. The two boy's lay next to each other
for a long time. Mike got up and went to the bathroom, leaving the two of
them together, praying that it had worked, that the things the men talked
about in secret were true. He prayed he had not turned the boy like the
others, that he had not filled the boy with that hunger that never seemed
to be satisfied.

The next day Stefan seemed quite normal. When Mike asked if he wanted to do
it again, the boy glared at him and shook his head, that was evidence
enough. It was a week before the boy crawled into Nika's arms and bashfully
asked him to put his pee pee inside of him. Nika knew there was a hunger
there, but nothing like the other boy's, it was a dull one that grew over
time and needed to be satisfied, but it was not that cursed hunger that
would drive every other thought from him, no it was something more subtle,
merely a desire to feel the good thing once more.

Nika would not touch the boy, even though Stefan didn't understand why, so
instead he brought him to Mike and let the man have his way with him. He
didn't watch this time, instead he listened to the passionate coupling from
the other room. When the man came out, still naked, he looked at Nika and
smiled.

"You can go back now," he said, "if you want."

"I know," he said, "but first I need to see my mother."

"Don't take too long," he said, "the boy will need another prodding before
long."

"I know," Nika said. "I'd hoped he wouldn't want it again."

"What's meant to be is meant to be," Mike said. "At least he's not... well
he wont need to be kept in the stables."

"I know," Nika said. "Thank you Mike."

Mike looked at him for a moment, then said in a soft voice, "I'm sorry I
did this to you. If I had known it could've been different..."

"You couldn't help it," Nika said. "I don't blame you."

The next day Mike drove the boys to where they needed to go. As he watched
Nika and Stefan walk away, he felt a loneliness inside of him that he'd
never felt before. As he drove home he felt different. For the first time
in a long time, he did not worry about the banality of his existence, but
rather looked forward to what the future held for him.

The End