Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 17:27:45 -0700
From: Dark Broski <darkbroski@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy, The Devil, and Me: Day 3 Part 1

DADDY, THE DEVIL, AND ME : DAY 3 Part 1

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Day 3 - Morning

Location: Drake's House

It was about 10AM Friday morning. Drake hadn't realized he slept in so
long. That dream from the night before was so intense. And with the new
markings on his hands, he was determined to see what was in that chest he
saved from the fire a couple days before.

He got downstairs into the kitchen, where he had last seen the chest.  It
was nowhere to be found. He could have swore it was the chair opposite him?
Maybe it was part of his dream too? Did Clarence even really come over? Was
he still dreaming?

"Adam, Adam will remember!" He knew he could count on his son to explain
what happened. But he would be at school already so he'd have to wait til
he got home.  Drake started thinking about his son. His birthday was gonna
be in a couple days, and boy he sure had grown. His muscles had really
developed, and he'd gotten so tall. "I wonder if his dick and balls have
grown like the rest of him?" Drake thought.  Then he paused. "Wait. Did I
just think that?" he was shocked. "Man, things sure have been
weird. Probably just thinking about it cause he saw me jacking off. It's
normal I guess to be curious about his development in that sense," he
explained it to himself. What he didn't acknowledge or try to explain was
his dick slightly pulsing the whole time he was thinking about Adam.

Drake decided to go ahead to the shop, and see how the car for his precious
son was coming along.


Day 3 - Morning Location: Drake?s Shop

Drake pulled up to the shop. Everything was closed down and not a single
light was on inside. "Where the hell are those guys?" Drake thought as he
opened up the car garage door. As it opened a strong smell of musk and
sulfur hit him. "What the hell is that coming from?" Honestly though after
a few moments Drake got use to it. In fact, he started liking it. He
started breathing it in deep as he began working on his son?s car.


Day 3 ? Mid Morning Location: Derek?s House

"Dude I can't believe you convinced me to skip school today!" said Derek as
he let Adam inside, who was carrying with him an odd looking box.

"You skip school all the time man, don't try to pin this on me." Adam
retorted.  Adam had woke up that morning, feeling a little tired as if he
had just gone on a long run all night, visions of all the hot girls from
his school invading his dreams.  When he went downstairs and saw the chest,
all he wanted to do was show his friend Derek. The chest was just so weird,
and Derek was into some weird stuff so maybe he could tell him about it.

Derek was about a year older than Adam. They were both seniors but Derek
got held back his freshman year for disciplinary reasons. His Dad was a
cop, and he was always getting into trouble much to his father's dismay. He
had his 5th tattoo by age 16 and had stolen just as many cars for his own
personal "joy rides". Adam and him became fast friends when they met in
Biology class. Derek was reckless, and would always dress alternatively,
which was very distinct from Adams All-American boy look and
personality. But they trusted each other. Derek and he shared a lot of
firsts.  They shared their first cigarettes together, their first drink,
they even had the same girl give them their first kiss. Today, they would
be sharing another first that neither of them ever expected.

"Dude what the hell is that thing?" Derek asked pointing at the chest.

"I don't know. I was hoping you might have seen something like this
before," said Adam.

"Have you opened it yet? What's inside?" Derek asked while grabbing it out
of Adams hands feeling the weight of it.

"Nope. Was waiting for you. Let's go to your room and check it out! Is your
Dad home?" asked Adam.

"Nope, he's on patrol right now. Which is lucky, you know how mad he'd get
if he found us not in school today," said Derek. Adam followed Derek to his
bedroom.  Derek had a cocky, confident way about him. Always smug, always
had a comment.  Adam respected that, and found him to be one of the
smartest guys he knew, even if he did have problems with authority.

Derek's bedroom seemed quite different than himself. Mostly because his Dad
enforced a strict cleaning regiment and Derek had to always have his room
in order, to keep his dad off his back.

They walk in and while normally they would close the door, Derek's dad had
taken it off. He didn't trust Derek and always accused him of doing
drugs. Derek didn't really seem to mind.

They sit on his bed, the chest in between them.

"You ready?" asked Adam.

"Yeah," grinned Derek, "Let's give this baby a spin."

Slowly, Derek opens the chest. The lid sticks a little, as it seems to not
have been opened in years. As it creaks open, there is a hint of excitement
in the air. The kind of excitement only two young guys can emit
together. Not knowing what to expect, but expecting everything.

Inside was bronze colored jewelry. An earring stud, a necklace that was
made of small chain links, and a ring, with a small eye etched into it,
similar to the eyes found on the outside of the box.

"What the hell? It's some sort of huge jewelry box!?" Adam exclaimed.

"Whoa. Dude. These are probably super old. One of a kind." Derek said as he
takes out the earring. He had one ear pierced and was about to take his out
and put in the bronze earring.

"Whoa, maybe you should clean that first before sticking it inside you
man," warned Adam.

"It'll be ok, don't worry about it. Try on that ring! I bet you would look
boss! Make you look like some kind of fancy person!" Derek said
nonchalantly. He had gotten the earring in, and was about to grab the
necklace when he stopped.

"What's wrong man?" asked Adam.

"I, I don't know. Suddenly I'm feeling like, horny?" said Derek looking
confused.

"Dude shut up." Laughed Adam as he put on the ring.

Then it hit him too. Not just the feeling of being horny. But
stronger. Like the need to get off. And not only that, he couldn't help but
notice how sexy his best friend suddenly looked. His earring, his
alternative haircut, his Adidas high tops. They all seemed to exude sex. He
felt himself getting hard.

The same thing was happening to Derek. He looked at his younger friend. It
was like looking at him for the first time. He felt like he needed to be
closer to him. Slowly, ever so slowly he began moving his head in towards
Adams.

"What? are? you?" Adam tried to protest, but he felt his head moving in to
Derek's as well. Derek quickly licked his lips, and then they were
connected to each other. A passionate kiss. The type of kiss that happens
when two people have been trying to deny their feelings for too long. Derek
slides over and sits in Adam's lap. Wrapping his legs on either side of
him. They begin to gyrate against each other. Muffled moans coming out as
they slobber all over each other's mouths. Sucking on each other's
tongues. They stop for a moment and stare at each other. Adam suddenly
blurts out, "I love you." His face in total shock as he says it. But not
Derek.

"I knew it." He says grinning. He begins to slide down to Adam's crotch. He
pushed Adam back with one hand so he lays on his back. Legs over the edge
of the bed. Feet firmly planted on the ground. Derek doesn't really know
what he's doing. But he's not gonna let Adam know that. Derek is just too
damned prideful. He'd rather choke on a cock than let someone think he
wasn't in control.

He just knows that he feels extremely hot.  And he needs to do whatever he
can for him and his friend to get off. Thinking about his dad's porn and
how those hot blondes do it.

He unzips Adam's pants. Both breathing extremely heavy.  Adam's cock pops
out.  Fully erect. Throbbing. Needing to be inside something. Derek quivers
as he rubs the head against his lips. He wants this. In his head he's
realizing how he's always wanted this. Why didn't he think of it before?

Adam on the other hand was having a more difficult time processing what was
happening. It felt good, and he was enjoying it. But what was going on? Why
were they suddenly doing this? They weren't gay. Did they both just wake up
that day and suddenly become gay? Or was it something else?

"Fuck." Adam said aloud by accident. Derek was working his dick. His jeans
were down to his thighs. Derek rubbing and massaging them. They were so
muscular, Derek had to. He never noticed how great of a body his best
friend had. And he had a great cock. Just imagine what else would be great
on him. He closed his eyes as he submitted his throat to Adam's massive
engorged cock. He could feel his own cock tightening in his pants. Wanting
to get out.

Day 3 - Noon Location: Outside Derek's House

Derek's Father was furious. He had just got a call from the school saying
his son never showed up that morning. He knew better. He loved his son but
why couldn't he understand that when he pulls this shit it undermines his
authority as a police officer. He had to cancel his patrol route and come
straight home. Figuring he'd be there.

As he got out of his car he saw his son's friend Adam's bike outside on the
grass.  "Fuck. What the hell are they up to? Adam is suppose to be the good
influence!" he muttered under his breath as he made his way towards the
door. Unaware that what his son and his son's best friend were up to was
pleasuring each other. Feeling each other's cocks for the first
time. Giving into pure lust.

He found the door unlocked, so he knew they were still there. "Derek?" He
called as he stepped in. No response. He wiped his police boots on the
front door rug.  Normally he'd take them off, but there was no time. If his
boy was up to something like drug use, he wanted to catch him in the
act. He shifted his belt, complete with baton, taser, cuffs, and gun, as he
began up the stairs. Derek's father was an intimidating man. Even more
intimidating in his police uniform. He had very broad shoulders, he had a
shaved head, a little bit a stubble. The opposite of his son. Very clean
cut. Very direct and to the point. He had no time for games. His police
boots went up halfway his calves, and they accentuated them nicely. His
uniform fitted in such a way his muscles seemed to bulge underneath it
while he moved. Almost as if he flexed he could tear it all off simply.

With each step up the stairs he was getting more and more
pissed. Especially once he started hearing the noises. "What the fuck are
they doing? They better not have a fucking girl over here." He wasn't
sure. But he had gotten quite a few deep throat blow jobs from girls trying
to get out of tickets. He normally took the blowjob, but then still gave
them the ticket. Anyway, he was hearing the same gagging, total cockslut
noises that would come out of those bitches. He had no idea or thought,
that his son was the cockslut, totally worshiping his best friend?s
cock. Trying to get it nice and wet to be put inside him.

He was walking down the hall now. He could see the open doorway to Derek's
room.  The noises getting louder. He could hear moaning,
choking. Spitting. Nothing prepared him for when he got to the doorway. He
stopped dead in his tracks.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING!?" He bellowed at the young men.  Derek
and Adam shot up. Standing up immediately. Both of their jeans around their
thighs. Adam?s cock still dripping with spit, Derek?s cock hard and red
from him stroking himself while blowing his best bud.

"You! Get the fuck out of here!" he yells at Adam. Adam quickly pulls up
his pants and runs past him. Leaving the chest, and his friend to the mercy
of Derek's father.  The cruelest cop in the entire town. After Derek's
father hears the front door slam he moves in towards Derek. "What the fuck
do you think you were doing?" he said quietly, calmly, sternly.

"What? We were just rocking out with our cocks out," said Derek
matter-of-factly as he sat back down onto his bed, his cock sticking
straight up still as hard as before his father showed up. Cocking his head
sideways, knowing it would piss his dad off.

"I'm sick and tired of your shit," said his father, moving closer to
him. "I don't understand why you have to act out like this. I give you a
home, food, let you walk around in clothes that only a rock star or rapper
would wear!  And you disrespect me every chance you get! And now this?
Sucking another boy?s cock?"

"Don't knock it til you try it." Derek said smugly. Wrong thing to say bro.

His father starts to take off his police baton. He never was one for
hitting a child, but his disrespectful mouth needed to be taught a
lesson. He needs a good whack or two.  Maybe that will set him straight.

"Dad. Dad! Wait!" Derek finally breaking his smile. He never called him
Dad. It was enough to get his father to hesitate. "Look at what Adam
brought over."

"What the hell is this?" His dad reached into the chest Adam left, and
pulls out the chain link necklace. The moment he touches it he feels this
odd rush of energy.  Derek goes back to stroking his cock, smirking at his
father. Taunting him.

"Put it on Pops! See how it looks!" Derek suggests smugly.

He doesn't know why suddenly he's listening to his son. Nor he doesn't know
why he isn't beating the shit out of his son for his disrespect. For having
his cock out. His hot. Hard. Cock. The cock he himself made, with his own
cock.

Derek was just sitting on his bed. Slowly stroking his cock, watching his
father. Watching him start to get hard. Derek's father couldn't take his
eyes off of him. Seeing a tattoo near his left hip bone pissing him off,
but also...the feeling...


Suddenly, he has a better idea to teach his son a lesson. He wraps the
necklace around his cock. Loops it around a couple times at the base of the
shaft. Holding onto it with one hand. With the other, he pulls his son's
stupid grinning face to his cock.

"Why don't you fucking show me your new favorite past time, fucking cock
junkie."  He said to his son. His son immediately obeyed. Probably the
first time he never sassed back to him. He immediately began deep throating
his father's cock. His dad could get use to this.

"Oh yeah...fucking take that cock deep in your throat son," he said
coaching him,

"Fucking better than any bitch on my cock. *moans* You know how you don't
have a door on your room? You're never getting one now. I'm gonna bring my
police buddies over...*groan* us all take turns for all the shit you've put
this town through..." he was face fucking his boy at this point. Long
dicking his throat. He could tell his son's jaw was probably getting
tired. He couldn't give two fucks. If his son wants to suck cock, he better
get use to it.

From Derek's perspective this was the hottest thing to ever happen to
him. With one hand he was jacking himself off, the other he was grabbing
his father's ass. Feeling it.  The roundness of it. Soft, yet firm. He
might be sucking his cock right now, but he was already a few steps
ahead. He wanted his dad's hairy ass. And he was gonna get it. His dad was
always walking around in those tight police pants. And those hot fucking
boots. His dad thinks Derek is the one that needs to be taught a
lesson. But no, in reality, Derek's father needs to be taught the
lesson. Walking around with that bubble butt, trying to act all tough. But
Derek knew in that moment his dad was a helpless bottom. And he was gonna
take full advantage of it.

Derek's father pulls Derek off his dick. Then slowly, slooowwwwwly spits
into his son's mouth. He lets out a long stream of spit. From his mouth, to
his son's mouth. Derek willingly and eagerly sticks out his tongue. Letting
it fill his mouth. After all, he is made from his father's DNA. More of it
couldn't hurt. In that moment Derek felt like his entire body was meant to
please his father.

That's why his father had him.

For him to do things like this.

Derek sees his chance. As his dad is spitting in his mouth, he takes
control of his cock by grabbing the bronze chain link necklace around his
father's dick. It squeezing all the precum out of his balls and cock.

He takes off the necklace from around the cock, and stands up and puts it
around his dad's neck. "What are you doing son?" asked his father
quizzically.

"Just feel the necklace around you." Smirked Derek. His dad closes his
eyes, moaning. Derek takes off his father's pants. Unbuttons his dad's
police shirt.  Eventually leaving him only in his police boots, and chain
link necklace. Derek pushes him down, onto his knees. Putting him in doggy
style. Derek picks up the baton his father dropped earlier. Spits on it and
stares at his father's ass. Knowing exactly what he's about to do.

He slowly begins to insert it into is father's ass. Feeling his dad's ass
quake as he slowly goes deeper.

"Oh fuck son..." his dad moans. "Fuck yeah son."

"You like that Dad?" Derek still smirking playfully.

"Fuck yeah son." He responds.

As he gets fucked by the police baton, Derek's father begins to have quick
short flashes of visions. Visions of fire. Horned men. A church. His
son. His son's life starts flashing before him as he gets fucked with that
baton. The more he realizes how much he loves his son, the harder he
gets. The more he desires the baton to go deeper inside him, the more he
desires his SON to be in him. "Fuck boy. Give me that fucking cock. Show
you're old man you know something."

He doesn't have to tell Derek twice. Derek pulls out the baton, watching
his dad's asshole expand, and then shrink back up. Excited to fuck the man
who made him.  His cock is lubed up with his own precum.

"You ready for this old man? My fucking body going inside you?" Derek
taunted as he rubbed the head of his dick against his dad's hole.

"Fuck yeah son. Give me that cock. Give my ass a lesson." His dad begged.
Derek plunged in. All the way to the balls. No going slow. No seeing if his
dad could take it. Just knowing that his cock needed to be inside him was
all what was driving him. They were both becoming animalistic. Only caring
about the pleasure they were giving, and especially receiving.

Derek was pounding his dad's ass like a pro. This might have been his first
time having sex, but you could never tell. His hips moving rapidly in and
out. Long dicking his own father. Breeding the ass that breeded him. He
knew there was no going back to how things were before. His dad was his
bitch from now on. He grabbed the necklace around his dad's neck and pulled
on it, forcing his dad to stretch his neck back. Gasping in pleasure.

"You fucking love this don't you? You sick fuck?" commanded Derek, "No more
fucking curfew, no more rules. You're gonna let me take the car whenever I
want.  Otherwise you're not gonna get this dick."

"Anything...anything you want...*moan* just keep giving me that dick. Don't
stop...  FUCKING ME!" he began screaming. Squealing almost.

"You fucking stupid pig! All you care about is cock. Fuck you bringing your
cop buddies over. *pant* *fap fap fap* All my high school pals are gonna
come over. Fuck you deep. *slap slap slap of the balls* Breed you." Derek
spits on his father's back.

"That sound good to you? The whole track team sticking all their dicks in
you?" As Derek verbally and physically abuses his father neither notice
that the earring in Derek, and necklace on his father begin to glow
lightly.

Derek's father couldn't take it anymore. His hand working his cock faster
than he ever thought humanly possible. The moment he climaxes his vision
flashes to white.  All he sees is an altar with a pentagram, with tons of
gyrating flesh. Flames all around. He sees his son being double penetrated
by two demons. And now he knows what must be done. He has given in, and
there's no going back.

His father's ass clinches around Derek's cock as he strokes the cum out of
himself.  Derek releases his own seed. Deep inside is own father. Giving
him back some of the DNA that made him. He also has a vision as he
climaxes, it's Adam. Completely naked, sucking his own cock in the middle
of a pentagram, the ring he was wearing earlier, somehow enlarged, now
around his cock. Derek realizes what must be done.  He has given in, and
there's no going back.

The father and son collapse on each other. Their artifacts on their body
glowing. The chest glowing beside them. For the first time, they feel
happiness with each other.  And there's no going back.

Day 3 - Afternoon Location : Outside Saint Margaret of Cortona Catholic
Church

Clarence pulls up in a pick-up truck beside the church. Staring at it.
"Please bro? It just feels so good." Gabe, who is in the bed of the truck
has his cock out. Playing with it. Trying to get his brother to finger his
ass.

"Shut the fuck up you idiot," sneered Daryl. His cock throbbing through his
jean shorts. His cock head poking out the bottom, "We need to save it for
this. We need to be on our game."

"You're so smart bro. I can't wait to do this." he lovingly responded.

"Hey you two," Clarence said commandingly, "We gotta be quick about
this. Now I'm not gonna be able to go in there until you guys have the job
pretty much complete.  Do you know who the priest is?"

"Oh yeah," said Daryl, "We have it all planned out. Leave it to us." He
pats his cock.  Gabe just stares at it. Drooling.

"Well go then my brothers. Go. And ravage." Clarence says with a
smirk. Feeling hard himself. Happy his plan is taking shape quite nicely.

The brothers jump out of the truck and head towards the front doors of the
church.  Mindlessly following a false God's orders. This was gonna be fun.

END DAY 3 PART 1

Note: Whew! I've been hard all day writing this. Got a little carried away
with Derek and his dad. Day 3 was suppose to be one whole thing but there's
at least two more scenes that are suppose to happen, and trust me, they are
so hot I'll be blowing my own loads while trying to write it.

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