Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 10:52:13 -0700 From: Dark Broski Subject: The Exorjizzm of Colin Kane Part 4 **************************************************************************** Chapter 8: The Priest's Story "Should we get the boys some snacks?" Joel asked as the two men walked around a convenience store in town. "Jason doesn't really snack. He's too worried about his weight and body fat for wrestling season," responded Mike. The two men gathered their things and walked to the counter. "Joel!" Joel turned, it was Jack. In his fireman shirt, red suspenders and yellow fire pants. They shook hands. Jack had a firm grip. Strong, but also sensitive. You could tell a lot about a man from his handshake. "I would still love to see the place. I've heard about the fire there and would like to see what kind of damage, if any still exists. Everyone at the fire station claims that by the time they had gotten to the house, the fire was already out and there seemed to be no structural damage, but there were tons of burned bodies. " "That is weird..." said Mike stroking his stubble. "Oh, Jack, this is my brother Mike." The men shook hands. "Hey I know...why don't you come out over there tonight?" asked Mike. "We can throw back some beers, play some poker." "I don't think that's a good idea right now Mike." said Joel. Then to Jack, "Something's up with my boy. He's not himself right now." "Hogwash! It's just the flu most likley. Excuse my brother, he's been a little off all day. Been listening to some crazy old man wandering around his house," said Mike. "Well I don't want to impose!" said Jake smiling at the brothers. "Not at all, we just gotta find some priest guy and then we will be back at the house. How about you head up in about an hour?" said Mike. Mike was always getting Joel to do things against his better judgement. "Ok, alright. You guys win." Joel conceded. "Yes!" Said Mike. "Jack, do you know where Father David lives? We need to speak to him." Joel asked. "Sure! You can follow me on my way home." The men paid for their things, the clerk begrudgingly wished them a good night. **************************************************************************** "Ok, we're here. You coming in?" asked Joel. The men were outside in the truck, looking at the priest's house. "Nah, I'll wait here. I'm not one for religious types." "No worries. It shouldn't take long." Joel got out of the car and headed to the front door. Mike felt a rustling in his jacket. The porn magazine. "Hmph. Let's see what my nephew was getting off to..." he opened up the magazine as Joel walked up to the front door. DING-DONG A young man opened the door. "Hello?" it was the priest's son, Aiden. He had dark hair and blue eyes, piercing almost. "Hey Aiden...is your dad home?" "Yeah, just a second." Aiden called for his dad, "Father! Mr. Kane is here to see you!" David walked to the door and Aiden left. "A little late for a confession isn't it?" David joked. "I need to talk to you about my house..." Joel started. "Nope. No way. I'm sorry Joel, but I don't want anything to do with that house." He began to close the door. "Please, it's my son. He's...acting weird. And some old crazy man told me to find you..." "Old man?" David's interest piqued. "Yeah, he said to go to the priest." Joel looked at David, his eyes begging. Despite his better judgment, David hung his head. "Come on in." David opened the door and Joel entered. The men were sitting at a table in David's dimly lit kitchen. There were almost 100 crosses scattered around just the kitchen. If he didn't know the guy was a priest he would think he was crazy. "I didn't realize your son was so old. I thought you were kinda young," said Joel. "Yeah...well...I wasn't always a priest." David smiled. "He really is my pride and joy though. I couldn't imagine life without him." "That's how I feel about my son." said Joel, "so you can understand why I need to know about your experience in the house." "Alright. What do you want to know?" "How was your time there? Anything strange happen? Anything...." "Sexual?" asked David. "Yeah." Gulped Joel. "As you know. I grew up there." Began David, "Things seemed to be normal. My parents and I moved in when I was about 10 years old. My mom worked as a teacher in a neighboring town, so she was rarely home during the week, and my dad was a wood worker. He worked mainly at home." David stared into Joel's eyes intensely. "And then I turned 14. My Dad, he began becoming less involved in my life, and was always in the basement. Day in, day out, he would spend it in the basement. I never went down there because it was his private area." "How did your mom handle this?" asked Joel "She divorced him. Ended up leaving him. She wanted me to come with her but I felt like I needed to stay, take care of him. Someone had to do the shopping for food...anyway...then one day, he woke me up in the middle of the night. And gave me a porn magazine. My first, and last one." Joel raised his eyebrows. "It was an penthouse magazine..." Meanwhile outside, Mike was looking at that very porn magazine. He was at a set of pictures where there was one guy, and three girls. The man was kneeling and the three women were squirting their slut juices onto his face. He was getting soaked, with his big veiny cock sticking straight up, and smirk on his face. "Lucky son of a bitch" said Mike. Back in David's house, "At first, I thought it was just a regular porn mag. I was super excited, being 14 and all." David continued. Joel smiled, remembering his first porn mag he got growing up from his own father. "But that's when the trouble really started. You see, I very quickly got addicted to...well..you know..." "Jacking off...?" asked Joel. His mouth starting to get dry. "Yeah..." David was breathing heavy, "There was this set of photos....it was an orgy scene, with 5 guys and 5 girls. I couldn't go a day without jacking off to it at least three times. Then 4 times. Then 5 times. For as much time my dad stayed in the basement, I was starting to spend just as much time in my room. Then one day, I opened the magazine. And I couldn't find the same scene. Now it was an orgy scene of 5 guys, and three girls. Something about there being more guys, filling multiple holes that had to be stretched out to support their dicks. It got me even hornier." Joel was breathing heavy. "Eventually, the images kept changing to where it was only all men and one female. And then...." David let his voice go very soft, "then there were no more girls in the entire magazine." "Wha!?" Joel let out. "You see Joel, the magazine. It somehow was leading me into perversion. It shows you whatever fantasy you have in your mind. It guides your perversions, increasing them. Driving them, until you submit to the darkest of perversions and sins..." "So did you..." Joel started to ask, "No. That's when I realized I needed to stop, and do something. So, I went to look for my dad. Talk to him. Ask him where the magazine came from. However, by that time, something was going on in the house. It was almost as if the house was alive, working off of my lust, my father's lust. My cock was always hard, vivid sex dreams, every time I came I was giving more power to the house." "But...why?" Joel was a bit confused. "How? Are you sure you just weren't a horny kid?" "I understand why you might be skeptical, but like I said, I went to look for my dad, and headed downstairs. All I heard was maniacal laughter, my cock twitching, pre-cumming like crazy. It took every ounce of strength in me to not jack off on my way down the steps. And then, then I saw my dad." "What was he doing?" "He was in some kind of...box...and there were all these men. With their cocks out... He paused. "Shooting loads on him." "WHAT!?" Joel jumped out of his chair. "And that's not the worst of it...he saw me. Standing there. He just stared at me. Smiling... Rubbing cum and his own spit all over himself. " "What did you do?" asked Joel. "I began cumming." The priest sighed. His secret out. "The house...something about it made everything extrememly hot. I came all over myself, and as I came, the men turned to me. Like I was some fresh meat. Thankfully, I was able to run. I just ran out of that house. I never went back, or saw my father again." "So...well. I think my son is undergoing something similar...his cock is always leaking...always hard..., he barely moves and cums all over himself..." Joel's cock was getting hard talking about his son shooting his load. The image flashed before him. "I'm sorry. The best thing you can do is leave, take him out of the house." "How? I can't even move him from room to room without him collapsing in ecstasy." "Oh no." said David. "What?" asked Joel. "it sounds like...it's more than just what was happening to me...." "How so?" "You know why I became a priest Mr. Kane? There's real evil in this world. I witnessed it that day I saw my dad, submitting himself like some born cocksucker. Only evil could have make him do that. I've been researching this evil, I came to the conclusion that there are demons, demons that can possess normal people. Turn them into insatiable sluts. These demons are usually stemmed from the Devil himself." "You're saying my...son...is possessed!?" Joel couldn't believe his ears. Or how hard his cock was. What was going on with his body? "Possibly. It's hard to say without seeing him in person. But I'm sure that's what happened to my father, and it sounds like that's what is happening to your son." "Well...you have to come and see him! Can't you do something!? An exorcism?" "Nope." said, David. "I'm never returning to that house. I got out once, I might not be lucky again." "Please, you have to!" said Joel. "I'll pay you anything you want! Do anything! Please, you must save my son!" "If only my father cared as much about me as you do your son...I'm sorry. I cannot." Joel sighed out of frustration. Then remembered. "Wait. You said you haven't seen your dad since that day? right?" "yes." said David. "Well, there's been an old man I've found wandering around my house...he's actually the one who sent me to you." David was taken aback. "Could it be? Could it be my dad?" "I don't know" said Joel, "He seems a bit crazy." "Demonic possession usually results in a destruction of the mind....could this be him trying to reach out? Maybe I can still save him?" It was obvious David really loved his Dad, Joel saw in his eyes. "Just come to the house, see my son. Maybe we can find your dad together. Save both of them." David stared at Joel, "Alright. Alright. I'll show up tomorrow morning. For tonight, just keep an eye on your son. Keep him locked in his room. And most important, don't make eye contact with him. If he is possessed, it can spread." Joel shuddered. He hoped his son hadn't done anything as extreme as David's father. At least there hasn't been any visitors except for, "JASON!" Joel jumped up. "Thank you Father. I will see you tomorrow, I must return home, my nephew is alone with my son." "Go, and may God be with you." Joel nodded and ran out into the truck. "Whoa whoa whoa. What's the problem?" Mike looked surprised. "We gotta hurry. Your son might be in danger." **************************************************************************** Chapter 9: Sacrifice Jason slowly walked up the steps from the basement. Completely nude, except for a leather choker collar around his neck. At the top of the stairs was Colin. Colin grabbed Jason by the collar and brought his face to his and kissed him. Jason, almost in a daze, didn't fight back. He let Colin's tongue invade his mouth. Colin's tongue lapping up any remaining cum in the new cumsluts mouth. Then, after breaking the long, lust filled kiss Colin throws Jason by the collar into the study. Then throws a black dildo on top of him. "You know what to do slut." Colin scoffed. Colin then took his place, on the stairs. All the lights were off, and it being night it was completely black except for 5 candles set up in a pentagram in front of the mirror in the study. The teen wrestler whined as he crawled to the center of the candles, and faced the mirror. "Thank you sir" he said. Not entirely to Colin, but to the new found perverted lust filling him. The lust was his master, his body the servant. He stuck the dildo on the ground face up, and began to slowly squat onto it. As the tip entered him he let out a low guttural moan. "That's it. Defile yourself." Colin whispered. He looked to his left, and there was Clarence, in his suit. Smirking. "You did a good job Colin." Clarence said. Colin's cock was leaking cum as Clarence spoke to him. As he watched his hetero cousin, slowly descend the full length of the thick, long fuck toy he had. As he stroked his own cock. Jason was feeling new sensations he never knew possible. There was an itch deep in his hole, and he needed it scratched. He began to bounce in a steady rhythm. His hole stretching to fit what was going to be the first of many cocks invading his tight hole. Clarence began speaking in latin softly, Colin noticed the more he spoke these words, the faster Jason began bucking against the fuck toy. It was as if the words he was speaking were driving Jason into a crazed insane state. Consumed with the drive of self pleasure. "Demons of my kingdom," Clarence spoke, "Take this soul as an offering, to blur the lines between our worlds. Let his depravity and lust fuel the energy you need to cross over, and contaminate this house, the residents within it, and eventually the world." Colin couldn't handle how hot this was, he got on his knees, and began sucking on Clarence's cock. Clarence let out a low sigh. These two young boys had no clue that they were just tools for him. For what his true intentions were. He didn't just want them to be consumed with lust, he wanted their very souls. Not just theirs, every single soul that he could get his hands on. And how easy these boys were to trick, to play on their hormones, their perversions. Colin was suckling on his cock, treating it like it was his long lost lover. Savoring every taste, every drop of precum that trickled down his throat. Jason was furiously bouncing up and down now. "GHUAAH. AAAAAAAAH!" He couldn't stop himself. Clarence kept chanting. "Let the spilled seed of this slut be the catalyst that releases the chains that wrongly have kept you from awakening..." "GAH! AH! AAAAARRRRRRR" Every single muscle in Jason's body was being used to force him as deep as possible onto the dildo. It didn't matter if his mind wanted to or not, his body had decided to give in entirely to these new pleasures. As Jason pressed all his weight down onto the dildo he began shooting, the hot jizz releasing like a geyser, shooting across, onto the mirror. As if waiting for that to be the cue, Clarence released his seed into Colin's wanting mouth, causing Colin to spew his load on the steps. In the corner of his eye he watched in amazement as he saw his cousin's seed seem to get sucked into the mirror, and at the same moment he thought he saw Jason's eyes flash red in the reflection. **************************************************************************** Outside Joel, Mike, and Jack convened. "I brought us some brews guys!" Jack said. "Oh shit, I forgot about him." said Mike. "Jack, sorry man but tonight might not be the best," began Joel. But he was interrupted with a loud scream. "Jason!" Mike ran towards the house, with Joel and Jack right behind. "Jason! Jason!" Mike rushed in, all the lights were off except for a glow in the study. He switched on the light to find... Jason laying on the couch, fully clothed, watching a horror film on the tv. "Oh Jason." Mike hugged his son. "What's up Dad?" Jason asked innocently. "Are you ok? Did anything happen while I was gone? Where's Colin?" "Upstairs. Oh, sorry. I watched him, but....he kept making weird noises and well, it was just weird." Jason said cooly. Joel rushed upstairs. "What's going on here?" asked Jack. Admiring the mirror in the study while asking. "It's a long story." Said Mike, "How about we open those beers." **************************************************************************** Joel walked into Colin's room. The lights were off, Colin's body being lit by the moonlight coming in through the large window. "Da..aaaaad" Collin moaned. Him thrusting his hips into the air. The gleam of precrem glistening as it rolled down his cock. Joel walked over. His cock twitching uncontrollably. He looked down at his son, he knew he shouldn't, but, his curiosity was getting the best of him. He remembered seeing how in the morning, his son's balls were churning, he was wondering if he could still see the teen's cum building in them. What he saw he wasn't prepared for. His son's balls were engorged. They'd grown at least twice as big as before. Even more he thought he could see the cum traveling up his son's rigid cock, squeezing out the tip. Joel gulped. "Daaaaaaad," Joel moved his eyes to his son's face. He wiped the sweat from his brow. His poor son. He wished he could make him normal again. As his hand touched his forehead Colin opened his eyes. Those big beautiful eyes. Joel felt like his son was staring into his soul. Joel's cock began throbbing. Almost painfully. He moved his hand down to adjust himself and he let it linger. Such a cute, wonderful boy. His son. Joel's hand on his dick began moving in a slow stroking motion against it in the same timing as he was rubbing his suns forehead. It felt like a light breeze entered the room and almost made a noise that whispered, "Kiiiissssss hiiimmmm." Not realizing what he was doing, Joel began to move his head down to his son's. He was hovering right above him. Still gazing into his eyes. Joel licked his lips and said, "I could stare into your eyes all night son...those eyes..." just as he was about to push his mouth to his son's, he paused. "Eyes..." he trailed off, when David flashed through his mind, "Don't look in his eyes!" Joel snapped his head back quickly from his son and jumped up. "What's wrong Dad? Don't you wanna...play with me?" Colin teased, except his voice didn't sound like Colin. It sounded deeper, more...evil. Joel turned and made his way to the doorway. Before he walked out he turned back and looked at Colin, "I Love you son." He walked out of the room. As he closed the door, he locked it from the outside. "I'm sorry." He whispered. As he heads downstairs, Jason is going up them. "Heading to bed?" asked Joel. "Yeah, I'm beat. Watching a sex-crazed cousin really wears ya out, you know?" Jason replied. Joel smirked. Jason was a good kid. "Alright man. Just, lock your door tonight ok? If you need anything let me know." "Thanks uncle." Jason made eye contact with Joel and they both stood there for a second. Joel suddenly felt compelled to hug Jason. As how he wanted to hug his son right now. Hold him. Run his fingers through his hair. "You alright, Uncle?" asked Jason quietly, almost, sensually. Joel snapped back to reality. "Yeah, uh, sorry. I'm tired too. Let me know if we are too loud down here." With that they parted ways. **************************************************************************** Chapter 10: Compulsion "Yo bro." Mike tossed Joel a beer. He got it, popped it open and began guzzling it. "Long day mates?" asked Jack. "Something like that." said Joel. "While you were upstairs, I made a call to the real estate guy. Clarence was his name? He's gonna come over and go over the history of this house. Maybe we can get to the bottom of this." "Good idea." said Joel. For some reason the idea of Clarence coming over was very comforting. What the men didn't know, was that Clarence was already there. He was upstairs, with Colin. "Colin...Colin...sweet boy..." Clarence whispered. Colin moaned as he opened his eyes and saw Clarence staring down at him. "I'm gonna give you, something you've been wanting..." "I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable, excuse me fellas." Joel said as he went upstairs to his room. As he entered it, the first thing he noticed was the porn magazine, open, on his bed. "How the hell..." Joel went over, and went to close it as he dropped his pants. But the image on it stopped him in his tracks. It was two boys, two young boys kissing. Their dicks out. Joel stood there, his dick out just staring. In Colin's room, a dark mist began to form in the middle of the room, right above the pentagram Colin had sucked the ghosts before. As the mist cleared, the football player that had been harassing Colin's thoughts was in front of him. His thick, hard cock out. Ready to claim what it had been after. "This cock Colin...it is connected to your father's cock. Now suck. Make him feel the pleasure of your mouth." Colin immediately obeyed his master. The football player, still in his gear, his long dick. Colin could feel his throat widen before it even hit his throat. Like a good slut, he knew what he needed to do. He could hear Clarence lightly chanting something. All he could think about was the pleasure he would get from this poltergeist cock, knowing full well it would drive his dad into physical, lust crazed pleasure. As Joel stared at the magazine, he began to feel his head get fuzzy. Like the blood was rushing to his head. He had to lay down. His dick sticking straight up into the air. He couldn't concentrate. Colin was licking the head of the footballer's cock. Enjoying his tongue searching each and every groove. Joel in his room could feel it. He stared at his cock in disbelief; it felt like a tongue was circling his head. "What is this!?" Joel gasped out. His cockhead was throbbing. The mushroom becoming bigger and bigger as the feeling of it being circled was driving him insane. Part of him wanted to start stroking his cock, but he knew he shouldn't. Clarence's eyes were glistening with excitement as he stared at the Football Player's ass flex as he thrust his muscular veiny dick into Colin's throat. "He's feeling it Colin. You're dad is feeling your mouth. Make him want the real thing. Drive him into such bliss he loses control..." "Fuuuuuuuuck." Joel moaned, his entire cock length felt like it was in a vacuum. His hips began to thrust up, his daddy dick craving more, his whole body was shaking. He stared at his dick, his eyes widening, almost as if in horror as he felt spit running down it, but nothing was there. "Oh my Gooood." He moaned again. His mind tricking him. It wanted him to give in as much as his dick did. "FUCK IT!" He finally yelled. In Colin's room Colin was working his mouth up into a frenzy. The cock in his throat stabbing him over and over. The football player was grabbing his head, forcing it all the way to his balls. Making Colin cough, but not letting up. This sent Joel over the edge. He could feel the choking vibrate on his own dick. But there was no one there, no one to worry about choking to death. He was enjoying it, he didn't want it to stop. If he knew he was wanting his son to be choked to death by a built hot ghost maybe he'd think differently, but then again, maybe it's exactly what he would want to see happen to his dirty cum loving son. And then it happened, he was cumming. Oh god he was cumming. He began to shoot, at the same time so did the football player. Joel's eyed were bulging out of his head as he saw what was happening. He could feel his cock shoot, he could feel the cum blasting out, but it wasn't squirting anywhere, it was as if it got sucked up by the invisible vacuum on his cock. After feeling his cock spill his load, the feeling immediately left his cock. He shook his head and sat up. "Shit." Joel said. "Very good Colin..." Clarence caressed Colin's head as Colin smacked his lips happily. Joel put his pants back on, and went back downstairs. "I thought you were gonna change...what happened? You were up for awhile?" asked Mike. Him and Jack were in the kitchen drinking and telling stories. "I'll tell you later bro." said Joel. He sat beside them and chugged a beer as the two men stared at him. Joel didn't seem to notice but he didn't have a shirt on, his chest hair seemed dampened with sweat. An hour and case of beer later, Clarence "arrived". However Jack had drank too much, and had passed out. The men had carried him onto the couch, to let him sleep it off. In front of the large mirror, as if watching him. The three men retreated to the kitchen table and sat down and began playing poker. "So how is your boy doing?" asked Clarence as he popped open a bottle. They were a few rounds in and all were feeling pretty buzzed. "Uh....he's alright...actually Clarence we were hoping to talk to you more about this house," started Joel. "Ah! I know your brother here informed me. I'll get to that...but are you sure you want me to tell...these stories...these torrid...depraved....stories..." the words slipped out of his mouth like a snake. The men all felt a jolt hit their cocks. Immediately their cocks were straining against their pants. Joel was the only one who seemed uncomfortable. "Yeah..." Mike huffed starting to sweat, "We need to know." Clarence began going over the history of the house, meanwhile outside, a boy was watching them through the window. Breathing heavily, he didn't know why he had come. After hearing the stories in his father's kitchen, he felt the strongest urge to follow. Aiden was sweating, unable to tell if he was frightened or excited. Just then, as if he could hear his thoughts, Clarence turned and looked straight at Aiden through the window. "Excuse me fellas. I think I see something outside. Just one moment." Clarence stood up and walked out. The other guys shrugged and began drinking some more. Aiden had ducked down out of site. He was hoping his eyes had played tricks on him. His dad would punish him severely if he found out he had left the house this late. "Hey kid," a voice rang out. But more in his mind than his ears. He looked up and saw the man in the suit staring down at him. The voice in Aiden's head got louder, it was almost as if there were 4 voices in his head, all different pitches but saying the same thing. "Want to plaaaaay?" The voices cooed at him, "I have something you will enjoooooy." Though the voices were weird, Aiden enjoyed the different pitches. He wanted to keep hearing them talk. He nodded his head. "Goooooood. Now....open your mouth...." Aiden closed his eyes and opened his mouth. *BANG* The kitchen door slammed open as Clarence stormed in, he was dragging in Aiden behind him by the hair. He threw Aiden onto the kitchen table where the brothers were sitting. The three men jumped up. "Aiden!?" exclaimed Joel. "I found this cock sucker outside. He was peeping at us, stroking his dick. Fuck, he even attacked me trying to get at my dick." sneered Clarence, knowing that wasn't what happened. The guys then noticed Clarence's dick was out through his pants, apparently ripped as he plopped it onto the table. "He even fucking started getting me hard, he's an animal." The brothers could feel their gazes unable to look away from Clarence's magnificent cock. It wasn't even that hard, but looked like it was thick and long with veins pulsing. Is that precum coming out? Spit from Aiden? Aiden finally regaining his breath. He tried to warn the guys, "St.." was all he got out. Clarence, in a feat of physical prowlness, jumped up onto the table, straddling Aiden's chest, sticking his dick down his throat. "You want cock slut boy? We'll give you cock...won't we fellas?" Clarence grinned up at the men. Mike didn't even realize it, but he had his dick out. Stroking. Fuck this was hot. He looked over at Joel, who was rubbing himself but hadn't taken his dick out yet. Mike didn't even wonder about why he himself was stroking his cock he was more worried about his brother. "Why doesn't he want to get off with us? What's his problem?" He heard a loud GAG. He looked back over and Aiden's face was covered in his own spit. Clarence kneel fucking downward into his throat. Clarence looked up and stared right into Mike's eyes. His eyes seemed to glow, begging him for something. Mike started stroking his dick faster, staring back at Clarence. The voices Aiden had heard before piercing his own mind. "Go upstaiiirrrrs....go get the boysssss..." they hissed. Mike nodded and walked out of the room. Joel didn't even notice. What the hell is going on? The priest's son was gagging on Clarence's cock like he did it every day. ...Maybe he did do it every day. Joel's thoughts began to get perverted. Maybe his own father forces him too... "What's wrong Joel? Afraid to show off your meat?" Clarence said. He had gotten down from the table and Aiden was gasping for air. He didn't get much, Clarence immediately stuck three fingers down Aiden's mouth and throat. Manually stimulating and stretching the young man's orifice. Joel suddenly felt his muscles tighten. The only feeling he had was in his cock. He looked down, Aiden was staring at him. Though he seemed to be in a bit of pain, he seemed to enjoy it, revel in it. "Look at this Joel," Clarence said, "He wants a cock in his mouth...it's not fair to keep him waiting...is it?" "No...no it's not." gulped Joel. He couldn't stop looking at Clarence's spit covered shaft. It was hard and dripping onto the floor. "Go on...try it." Clarence said. Joel took a deep breath and unzipped his pants. Mike found himself at the top of the stairs. "What was I doing up here again?" He couldn't remember. His cock was out though, and hard. "Dad?" asked Jason. Mike looked up at him. His cock flexing as he gazed upon his son. "Jason, uh..." then Mike felt a blunt object hit the back of his head. He was out cold. Downstairs Joel was standing in front of Aiden. His head was over the edge of the table. His mouth wide open, his tongue flailing to taste the meat dangling before him. "Mouth fuck him Joel. Mouth fuck that pure boy mouth." Joel shuddered as he felt his legs betray him, easing him up. His hand guiding his cock into the priest's son's mouth. As his cock touched the boy's mouth Clarence and Aiden both seemed to moan in delight. Joel's mind was racing. Why couldn't he control his body. All he could do is stare into Clarence's eyes as he pushed the girth of his cock into the wanting mouth. "I shouldn't be doing this!" Joel called out as his cock plunged deep past the boys esophagus. His cock forcing him to push deeper. All he could hear was the "GLUG GLUG GLUG" of little Aiden as he hungrily smacked on Joel's seed stick. Joel closed his eyes. "Look at him Joel." Clarence said, "Look into his eyes. This boy, who is learning to serve God, is serving your cock. YOUR cock." Joel felt him obeying Clarence's demand. Looking down, Aiden just staring up at him. His mouth leaking with spit all over his face. Clarence stepped forward, and put his arm around Joel. His cock also dangling in front of Aiden's face, touching Joel's. "Don't worry Joel...I won't tell anyone...not even your son..." Joel felt like he had control over his body again, but he was doing exactly what it wanted to begin with. With thinking about his son, he knew he wanted this mouth, this son of God. He wasn't even thinking about how he wasn't gay. He only thought about teaching this young servant to take his length. Take Clarence's length. Aiden was going back and forth from each cock. rubbing them together, spitting on them. Both cocks were humongous in their own right. Clarence's more spear shaped, his pointy head good at plunging down deep into his slut hole mouth. Joel's was nice and thick, good for feeling his throat stretched out. Joel looked at Clarence, Clarence seemed to just be staring at him, not even looking at Aiden and the sluttiness being committed on their cocks. They smiled at each other, and then Clarence leaned forward, Joel instinctively leaning forward as well. "What am I about to do...." a voice tried to warn Joel. But the thought was then replaced with Clarence's tongue. It was a kiss Joel didn't even know he longed for, but as soon as it happened he never wanted it to end. His hand had found his place on Clarence's tie. Pulling him even closer for a deeper kiss. The more he kissed Clarence the better his whole body felt. The kiss was getting really sloppy, spit was all over Joel's beard, but he didn't care. Clarence could pick up on this, pulled back from Joel, and spit on him. Twice. Once into his mouth, another straight into his eyes. Joel moaned as they began kissing again. This was definitely hot. Aiden was making this weird whining noise as he was fitting both mega-dicks into his holy spirit mouth. "I want to you to fuck him Joel." Clarence whispered in his hear. "Fuck him good." Joel sat down on a chair, his dick sticking straight up, ready to do what not only Clarence wanted, but he wanted as well. Clarence picked up Aiden, and Aiden wrapped his legs around Clarence, almost as if he was a child and Clarence was his father. It would be sweet, if the next thing Clarence did wasn't so evil. He spread Aiden's virgin hole and DROPPED him down hard onto Joel's ready and stiff dick. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Aiden screamed, more in bliss than in pain. Joel also let out a bellow of moans as Aiden began riding him faster than any stupid bitch had been on his rod before. He immediately began biting on Aiden's nipple. Wanting to hurt him even more. Him not worried about anything than what turned him on. He could feel this fire inside him growing, this compulsion, to fuck everything. To RAPE this boy's HOLE. "Yeah! That's right Joel! Fuck him!" Aiden was sucking on Clarence's cock while being fucked by Joel. The fire inside Joel was starting to boil over. As he bit on Aiden's nipples he began foaming at the mouth. Spitting on Aiden as Clarence had to him earlier. Him sticking out his tongue also looking up at Clarence's powerful cock. Almost as if he was jealous of it being in Aiden's mouth and not his. "That's it Joel! Lose yourself, FUCK THE SOUL OUT OF HIM!" "FUCK!" Joel stood up, holding up Aiden, and began power thrusting him in mid air. His cock rapid firing, tearing Aiden's poor little hole up. The sweat of sex and perversions making him go wilder than ever before. "YES! YES MY FUCKING WHORES! FUCK EACH OTHER! FUCK!" Clarence was shouting. Joel didn't even catch the messed up twisted shit Clarence was saying to them. His cock was all the mattered, ruining Aiden's hole was all that mattered. "I told you Joel, didn't I? I told you it would be good!" sneered Clarence. He reached around Joel's ass and began to play with the outside of Joel's hairy manhole. **************************************************************************** Upstairs Mike finally came to. He found himself in the guest bedroom Jason had been staying in. Except, there were hooks all over the walls, the only thing lighting up the room some candles in the corners. The door was closed and his head was throbbing. He seemed to be standing up but... As his eyes focused he realized that he was in some sort of leather straitjacket, the straps were chained to the hooks on the walls. Keeping him in place, unable to move at all. He noticed the only part of him that could move slightly was his hips. "Hello Uncle..." he didn't notice but sitting before him were his nephew and son. "Kids! Get me out of this thing. What's going on?" "Don't worry father. We are gonna take good care of you," smirked Jason. The boys were both shirtless but wearing jeans. Colin kneeled before Mike and began unzipping Mike's pants. "What are you doing?" said Mike, nervously but he already knew. He already could feel himself getting hard. Jason was standing behind Colin. He leaned down and kissed Colin as Colin took out Mike's big, fat, daddy dick. Then Colin was on it. His mouth immediately going all the way to the base of Mike's dick. "FUCK!" Mike let out. Jason was pushing Colin's head back and forth rapidly. Creating a fast rhythm on his dad's dick with his cousin's mouth. Mike was freaking out. He couldn't move, except his hips, and his hips seemed to be meeting the guggling cockslut's throat. Colin and Jason kissed again passionately. Mike, becoming hornier still thrusting in midair. He wanted the warmth on his dick. He didn't care anymore. The boys were too hot for him to handle. How could he have not noticed before. How could he have tried to resist them. "I think he likes your mouth cousin..." said Jason. "I bet he'll like yours even more." smiled Colin. The two passionately kissed once more and then Jason took out his cock too. "Jason..." started Mike. "Quiet Dad. Don't ruin the moment." commanded Jason. Colin started sucking on Jason's dick, goin back and forth between the father and son duo. Jason grabbed his father's dick and began forcing both of their dicks into Colin's mouth at once. "Look at him dad. Look at how slutty he is. Doesn't it feel good?" Mike just let out a moan as he continued his short, shallow thrusts. He desperately wanted to get free. A part of him knew that if he didn't get out of the situation soon he would lose total control. How could he explain to his brother what was happening. Colin stood up and the two cousins began kissing again, Jason undressing Colin. Colin was wearing a black leather jockstrap. As the two continued kissing Jason pushed Colin over, making his ass rub against Mike's raging cock. Mike could feel the heat coming from Colin's hole. He wanted it so bad. So bad. He would do anything for that hole. Anything to get it. "Please..." he moaned. "What was that Daddy?" asked Jason. "Please, give it to me...." he finished. Colin and Jason smirked at him. This big tough guy. All helpless. Begging them for their bodies. They could see his muscles bulging through the straitjacket. But he was helpless, at their mercy. "I think he likes being all chained up cuz..." said Jason. "I think he's gonna like this next part even more." Colin said, he then pushed Jason over and moved his ass in front of Mike's cock. "No, no. I don't want to fuck my own son!" said Mike. His cock betraying him, it seemed to grow an extra inch just from his son's ass being in front of him. "We know what you want Uncle Mike." Colin said as he stared into Mike's eyes. While staring, he began guiding his cock into Jason's ass. Mike felt the warmthness of his son's ass start to envelope his cock. Jason pushing back on him, taking it all. "That's is Jason. You're finally getting what you want..." Colin said. "Fuck me dad!" Jason whined out. That's all it took, Mike suddenly felt overcome, like some kind of beast inside him took over his body. He began thrusting his dick deep into son. Grunting like some wild animal. It's what he always wanted, it's what he needed. It felt so good. The rest of him suspended, all he could focus on was the feeling of his son's tight hole on his cock. Colin stood next to his uncle and began licking his face, so turned on by the rage his uncle was displaying. He hoped his dad would be as easy to convince. To trick. To fuck. "You like your son's hole!?" Colin demanded to know. All Mike responded with was deep guttural grunts. "Yes Daddy! Yes Daddy!" Jason was in heaven. He never knew how good he could feel. His face was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but it was obvious he had never been happier in his life. Colin and Mike were making out, all the while Mike deep dicking his own son. All three starting to make the guttural animalistic noises. They just weren't fucking. They were family, increasing their bond, becoming one with each other. Nothing felt better. Mike's powerful thighs almost pushing Jason off his dick. Colin had to stand on the other side of Jason and push back on his shoulders to ensure Jason didn't move or miss a single thrust. "TAKE THAT COCK SON!" Mike bellowed, "FUCK IT!" "DAD! YEAH DAD!" "RIDE THAT FUCKSTICK. YEAH YEAH!" Mike was commanding his son's muscle ass. "Fuck that ass Uncle! Fuck my cousin!" Colin was loving this. He could tell Mike had crossed over. He wouldn't try to hinder their fun anymore. He pulled Jason off of his dad's looooong dick and they began to unhook Mike from all the straps. But kept him in the straitjacket. Mike was still moaning, his head spinning, the pleasure still all over his body. They sat him down and the two cousins began beating their meat, ready to cum all over Mike. "Do it boys. Fucking cum on me." Mike wanted it bad. He didn't have to tell them twice. Both boys at the same time began shooting across his face, Mike stuck out his tongue, getting some of it. The loads so hot it felt like it might burn his face. "Wanna cum Dad?" asked Jason. "Yeah, let me cum son." "Well, you're gonna have to do something for us..." **************************************************************************** As Joel fucked Aiden he began feeling something around his own ass. A finger, unfortunately, this made Joel think for a second. "What is going on...I'm not gay...I'm not." He stopped fucking Aiden and laid him on the table. "Clarence....I..." "What's wrong Joel? We're just having fun." Clarence started to look a bit annoyed. "I, I think I need to go to bed. I'm all fucked up and..." without saying another word Joel ran out of the room and upstairs. "Did I do something wrong Master?" asked Aiden innocently. "Sh...no...not at all. He might be just a bit trickier than I was expecting." said Clarence, "I need you to ensure your father comes tomorrow. Go on home." "Aw ok..." said Aiden obediently. Clarence watched him go, "Such a good little slut slave I found, and to think, it's HIS son. Too bad about Joel though..." Clarence looked at the clock at the wall, "Ah. But it's almost time for the opening act..." ****************************************************************************