Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 14:53:15 -0700 From: Dark Broski Subject: The Exorjizzm of Colin Kane Part 5 Hey all! Thanks for all the responses and patience! I kept getting a bunch of ideas so I kinda crammed some fun into these past two chapters. Please enjoy and be sure to email me what you like! Darkbroski@gmail.com and my blog darkbroski.tumblr.com Thanks guys! **************************************************************************** Chapter 11: The Beast Within Later that night.... DING DING DING The clock in the hall struck 3am, and it awoke Jack. He was still feeling a bit groggy. The tv screen was on, some old movie seemed to playing. He looked up and saw no one was around. The room was completely dark except for the glow of the tv screen. Jack focused his attention on it. It looked like some home video. Was it taken by Joel and his son? The screen flashed and what appeared to be a porno came on. Jack sat there stunned, a man in a suit was brutally fucking a blonde woman with huge tits. Jack, instantly was hard and without skipping a beat took out his cock and began stroking it. He nervously did a quick look around but there was no one around. "One quick wank won't hurt anyone..." he thought. He quickly found his familiar rhythm. Being a 29 year old virgin wasn't easy. Temptation was everywhere. Its part of why he drank so much. He was imagining being the guy in the suit. Imagining one day he'll be rich, no longer having to put out fires, and can just fuck bitches all day. His cock getting worshipped, making up for lost time. He was lost in his fantasy world when the scene cut and the screen went to static. "Awe fuck. I was close too." He stood up to try and tinker with the channel. No response, then in the corner of his eye he saw that the power cord wasn't even plugged in. "What the..." He then heard a low rumbling growl. He slowly turned. What was that? "Hurrrrr....." was all he could hear. It was faint, but it seemed to be getting louder. It seemed to be...coming from behind the mirror... He moved closer to the mirror, his cock still out and hard. His face was inches from it, when suddenly, he saw something. He Jumped back, tripped and fell back onto the couch. He sat there, his cock in his hand. Staring at the mirror. There was a shadowy figure moving towards him. Jack looked behind him. Nothing there. It was definitely IN the mirror. Moments later, which seemed like forever to the frightened guy, a large, muscular arm reached out of the mirror. Pulling itself out of the mirror. And for how intimidating the arm was, Jack never could have prepared himself for what was attached to it. A man, or a beast, he couldn't tell. Stood before him. The man was at least 7 feet tall. His muscles tight, the veins in his arms bulging. Completely naked except for what appeared to be horse blinders around his eyes. His abs an 8 pack, his legs as thick as tree trunks. 100% pure muscle. And most intimidating of all. It's cock. Hanging there. Jack wasn't good at math but it had to be at least 15 inches long. And it was soft. "Urrrrr...." the deep voice rumbled. Jack had never been so terrified. He couldn't move. He could feel the growl in his bones. Jack's eyes darted from the figure, to the front door. He could try to run for it. He shifted his weight in anticipation. The couch lightly squeaked. "HMPH!" The figure immediately cocked its head towards the noise, and began breathing heavy through its nose. Sniffing the air. "Fuck." Jack thought. "What do I do?" The figure slowly began walking towards him. The fear in Jack's eyes grew, frozen with fear. The figure was standing right in front of him. His huge cock right in front of his face. Jack was trying not to breathe. To pretend he wasn't there. He was running out of air though and was going to have to breathe soon. As soon as he opened his mouth to gasp for air the figure grabbed him by his hair and threw him onto the ground. The impact taking the rest of the air out of his lungs. He wanted to scream for help, but no sounds were being made. The figure then pushed him over. Made him get on his knees in a doggystyle position. "Oh...oh no..." he thought. He could only watch in horror in the mirror as he saw that behind him the muscled demon kneeled behind him. Even more terrifying, that huge cock had just gotten hard. The thickness almost as big as the monster's arms. "No. Not like this. I don't wanna be raped." he thought panicking. But it didn't matter what he wanted. What he was hoping his life would be. He would never be a rich man in a suit, fucking women all day. He was about to become a bottom for some nightmare-ish creature. The fact he couldn't see his eyes made it that much more terrifying for him. Then, with one quick thrust, his fate was sealed. The giant monster cock was inside him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGH" he belled out as his insides were torn apart by the demonic cock. The monster was thrusting into him fast and furiously. "OW OW OW OW" Jack was in so much pain. But why was his cock harder than it ever had been? The monster made no noise while fucking him. He only was hearing a low guttural growl, that was vibrating through the monster's body into his. Making his balls tingle and his ass vibrate in ways he didn't think possible. He could see in the mirror the abs flexing as it thrust its mighty cock in and out of him. It's legs flexing, propelling the massive tool deeper and deeper into his body. Into his soul. Then it clicked. It started feeling....good? "What the..." Jack started feeling sharp pings of pleasure. He felt himself starting to relax, even though the dick was hitting him all the way up into his stomach. The demon cock defiling him. He could feel his organs moving to accommodate the beast's cock. It was as if his body was responding to the cock, and helping him to enjoy it. He didn't think it was possible but Jack started feeling the cock invading him get even harder. It was like having a steel rod put up inside him, a fuck rod of pleasure, that was going to relentlessly fuck him until he gave in to it. The giant man with one of its arms grabbed Jack's hair. Holding his head up. Jack had no choice but to stare at himself in the mirror, and then the most terrifying thing happened. He saw that he was smiling. Then he heard himself, he was laughing. He was, begging for it. "MORE! MORE! FILL ME!" Jack was yelling. Not thinking about anyone waking up to find him. Hell, he hope they did find him. He was staring into his own eyes, his entire body shaking and convulsing with each strong thrust. And he saw himself changing. He was becoming more muscular, more attractive. His dick, was so hard and so veiny he couldn't believe it. His smile started to turn into a snarl. Little did he know this was the last time he'd see himself as Jack the firefighter. He was turning into a lust crazed animal. Soon he was baring his teeth. Moaning, groaning, begging to be fucked harder. Of course he didn't have to ask. The monster was on a set pace, that steadily was increasing. His hole was on fire. "God this is so fucking amazing." his mind raced. "God don't stop fucking me." he said. The beast, not caring, of course wasn't going to stop. This warm hole was all it cared about. At this point Jack had been thrust right up against the mirror. He started spitting on his own reflection. "Look at that fucking whore." he thought. His mind being changed. He spit on his own image, then immediately began licking it up. His mind was so demented he wasn't realizing anymore that the image in the mirror was him. His body and mind in such bliss that he couldn't think rationally. He began slamming his ass back against the cock. He wanted to feel the abs hit the back of his ass with each thrust. His hole, being stretched beyond what should be possible. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Jack wasn't going to let this beast stop fucking him. He hoped his new friend in the mirror was enjoying being raped as much as he was. He figured he was cause the guy in the mirror was stroking his cock as fast as he could. Just like him. "Fuck yeah, fucking slut. Look at you. Taking it like a whore!" He spit on the image again and then began making out with it. Licking up all the spit. Soon he found himself wanting to be in the mirror. He wanted to be with the beast fucking his new friend in front of him. They could all fuck together. Do you see reader how fucked up Jack is right now? He is being fucked so hard his mind has crumbled back to a state of mind where cognitive recognition has gone out the window. This is the power of this demon's cock. To re-wire the brain, from someone with morals wanting to save their virginity, to a complete cock slut that will only have memories of being a cock slut, nothing before. Jack was going to cum soon. But he didn't want to. He wanted to cum on the face of the guy getting fucked in the mirror. ************************************************************************************ Upstairs.... Joel woke up with a jolt. He thought he heard a loud bang. "Sorry, bro, did I wake you?" Joel's brother Mike was laying next to him. He was looking at the porn mag. "Mike what are you doing?" "Sorry bro, thought you were sound asleep. I'm not gonna lie, I'm fucking horny as hell." Mike rubbed his cock through his boxers. "Bro. I told you. We can't cum. The house apparently gets stronger or something." "Come on man. You can't believe that shit. Colin is probably just going through an intense growth spurt. And besides, you're hard too." Joel looked down, his cock was throbbing against his boxers. "But the porn mag...David said that it..." "Yeah yeah, sure. Look. I've been looking at it all night and it hasn't changed at all. The priest might be sneaking some of that wine or whatever." Mike placed the porn mag in between the two brothers. It was opened to the bondage set Joel had seen before. The guy was tied up, and being forced to fuck two stupid cunts. "What do you see on the page, Mike?" Joel asked. "I see 4 guys, all taking turns, plowing some tight little bitch." Mike said. Joel shuddered as he listened to his brother speak. His cock aching to be stroked. This was exactly what David had warned him about. Mike took out his cock. Joel's older brother wasn't going to wait for permission. "Don't. We can't." Joel tried to fight. "Come on bro, its like when we were kids. Just a quick wank then off to dreamland." Joel was starting to feel restless. And damn, those girls looked hot. For how many loads his son had probably spilled that day, what's one or two more? And then that triggered it. Joel thinking about his son spilling his load. His hand went on automatic, and took out his cock. "There ya go." Mike said reassuringly. The two brothers sat there in silence, only the sounds of their precum wettening their cocks filled the room. Mike turned the page, on the next pictures were of two men in leather boots, double penetrating a girl. "Fuck Mike. That's hot." Joel whispered as he cupped his balls with his other hand. Joel was extremely horny, especially after whatever happened in the kitchen. He wondered if he should tell his brother. He probably wouldn't believe him and besides, he was probably going to cum soon. They could talk after. Mike sighed in agreement. Though what Joel didn't know, was that Mike was seeing something very different on the page. He still saw four guys, but, there were no women. And was it not only 4 guys fucking, it was two sets of twins. Brothers. Fucking each other. Mike's hand was squeezing his pleasure stick as tight as he could. Moving it up and down, "Uuuuuhhhnnnn." He moaned. He thought about Jason's hot hole on his dick. Was that a fluke? No, he wanted it. And he wanted this. "Why....why am I jacking to this!?" Mike let out in a gasp for air. He was no longer just looking at the twins, but at his brother's cock as well. His younger brother. His cock, just as hard as his. Almost identical to his. It only made sense for that if his cock was getting pleasured, his brother's should too. Joel, still not noticing the distress Mike was really under responded. "Cause it's hot bro. Those fucking dirty holes...." Mike leaned over his own cock and let down a long thick, stream of spit onto it. "Fuuuuuuuck" Joel moaned. It was weird. It was almost as if Joel could feel the slippery wetness of his brother's spit on his own cock. As if their pleasure was feeding off of each other. Like their cocks belonged to the same person, and they were intent on pleasuring each other. "Bro I'm gonna blow soon." Mike let out. "Me too." The brothers then both looked into each other's eyes, both their hands stopped moving. A complete stillness filled the air. And then. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAAAAAAAAAAT! Thick ropey cum began shooting out from both of their cocks at the same time. Both of them howling in pleasure. "OH! HAAA AH!" Joel was panting. The orgasm feeling like it was going to tear his cock apart. "Yeah broooooooooAHHHHG" Mike also let out. Mike felt like he was a young teen again discovering his cock for the first time. Not just his cock, but his brother's cock. The moans and waves of pleasure consuming them. This lasted for what felt like only 5 seconds, but in reality they both kept cumming for 5 minutes straight. Totally covering themselves, the bed, each other. Though they'd typically be repulsed by getting someone else's cum on them, they found that their legs closest to each other had somehow intertwined. The visual of their cum mixing on each of their thighs visually stimulating them even further. "I can't...I can't stop....CUMMING!" Mike shouted out. "Don't...don't...FIGHT IT!" Joel said. Not sure himself if he was saying to fight cumming, or to not fight it. His brain was on an overdose of euphoria. Then nothing. The two men laid there. Panting, out of breath. Unable to move, or talk. Their muscles finally began to relax, and they quickly both fell asleep. ************************************************************************************ Chapter 12: The Trial of the Priest In the morning, Joel woke up at about 9am. He looked over at his sleeping brother. He seemed so content, so happy. Joel knew that the day was likely to be full of long and stressful events, and so didn't want to wake him. The porn mag seemed to have disappeared. Maybe it fell to the floor? The previous night was pretty hazy, but what Joel did remember, as the evidence was still clinging to his chest hair, was that he got off. And he got off HARD. He went downstairs and decided to start making breakfast. Jason happened to already be up. "Hey Jason." Joel said, "what are you doing up so early?" "Eh. That small room was getting boring. With Dad taking the porn mag and all." Jason was shirtless, his smooth body such a contrast to the other men in the family. He seemed to be making pancakes. Smells delicious! Mind if I have some?" asked Joel. "Yeah, they'll be ready in a minute." Joel nodded and walked into the study to check on his other house guests. Man, it sure had gotten lively the past 24 hours. He found that neither Clarence nor Jack were there. "Jason, did you see Jack or Clarence this morning?" Joel called from the study. "No, I think they left." Joel glanced outside the window facing the front yard. "That's weird." he thought, "Jack's truck is still here." Almost as if reading his mind Jason called out, "I think Clarence was giving Jack a ride back into town. Man, that guy was FUCKED." "Language." Joel said. Joel moved away from the window and began walking back towards the kitchen. On his way, he noticed something weird about the mirror. There seemed to be some kind of warp in the middle of it that wasn't there before. Joel stared at it for a moment. Wondering what could have caused the change. He began moving closer to it. Drawn to it almost. He reached out his hand, getting ready to glide his hand over it when Jason called out once again, "Pancakes are ready! Eat up! Here, I'm gonna go get Dad!" Joel stepped back from the mirror and with one more glance, went into the kitchen. This looks great Jason!" Joel said as he sat down at the table. "Eat up Uncle." Jason flashed a smile and went to get his dad. Jason left and Joel took a bite of the pancakes. "Mmm..." he let out. It was damn well the best pancake he ever had. Was he just really hungry? Or was it something else? He looked around for some syrup but didn't see any. Oh well, they were good enough on their own. Before he knew it, he had eaten two and was just starting on his third when Mike showed up. "Mike..." Joel said with a mouthful of pancakes. "You gotta try your son's pancakes. They are good!" "My son cooking? Ha! I'll be the judge of that." Mike took a bite, "Mmm." He let out the same moan. "Holy shit. Jason, good job son!" He said as he scarfed down another bite. "Glad you like it." Jason said, his cock hard in his gym shorts. You see reader, these weren't normal pancakes. The night before, while Jason was sleeping he was awoken by Clarence. "Jason... you have done a fine job so far. But now I need you to do something, a distraction of sorts." Jason's heart filled with joy when he found that it was Clarence in front of him, talking to him. "I need you to go into Colin's room...." And for the rest of the night, Colin and Jason continually filled buckets with their teenage loads. All through the night, as Jack was getting fucked by the demonic man downstairs, while the brothers were cumming uncontrollably together in their room. For you see reader, those pancakes weren't made out of pancake mix, it was made out of 100% cum. Cum that then Clarence enchanted for Jason to make pancakes out of. And the effects of this? Well. You're about to find out. The two men were gorging themselves, as if they hadn't eaten in days. "Jason..." Mike mumbled out with cum batter cakes in his mouth, "These are so good. I can't get enough!" At this point Joel had stopped using silverware and was stuffing his mouth with his hands. There was a knock on the door. "I'll get it." said Jason, though the two brothers didn't even notice. Only focused on eating. As Jason left Joel was eyeing the uncooked batter. He bet it tasted even better uncooked, he wanted to pour it on the pancakes. Jason opened the front door to find the town Priest David, and his son, Aiden at the door. Both in traditional holy garb. Crosses around their necks. Each holding a bible. "Hello, you must be Jason." said David. "Joel has summoned us here..." "He'll be with you shortly." Jason interjected. "Please, let me take you to my dear cousin. I am worried for him." "Thank you my child." said David. Jason led the father and son priest duo up the stairs to Colin's room. Jason unlocked the door and opened it. Inside was Colin, laying in his bed in the sunlight from the large window. Naked, cock rock hard. "Hello....Father...." Colin sneered, in almost a low hiss. David looked away in disgust, and then at his own son. "Be careful, we don't know what tricks he will try." Aiden pretended to be cautious. "What...tricksssssss?" Colin looked pale, his cock humongous and veiny. The room was full of the smell of cum and sweat. Colin grabbed his cock and stared at the men at the door. "Did you come to play?" he asked sinisterly. "No. We came to save your soul, Colin." Colin began laughing. "Ha! You can't save what isn't there FATHER!" as Collin finished speaking his cock shot a load directly into his mouth. "MMM! It tastes so good!" Colin wiggled in the bed. "Come...won't you have...a taste?" David gulped. "I am a man of God, demon who has possessed this child. I will get you out of him, out of this house, out of this realm!" David opened his bible and began chanting a passage in latin, his son, followed suit. Speaking with his father, clutching his cross. Jason stood behind the two men of God and smirked. "Oh I'm not possessed Father. I have chosen this perversion of my own WILL." Colin shouted, his body contorting into different positions. "Dad, I'm..." began Aiden. "Don't stop chanting Aiden! I must get his father. He must show his love for his son. Boys, keep an eye on him. Aiden keep chanting the binding words of our Lord, Jason, please give him your strength." David went downstairs, all he heard was the muffled grunts of two men. He followed the noise into the kitchen, his eyes discovering something he never thought he would see. Mike and Joel both had their shirts off. Eating like pigs. They were sitting right next to each other. Ravaging the food in front of them. There was uncooked pancake batter all over them. Their mouths, their bodies. "Taste it! Eat it! Eat it!" Joel was shoving a pancake into his brother's mouth. Their face's incredibly close to each other. Their hands groping into each other's mouth. Shoving as much batter and cumcakes down each other's throats as much as possible. Their tongues swirling around. "UUUHHNNN." Joel was moaning as his brother poured the batter all over his face. "What...what is this?" David gasped. For he could see the batter for what it was. Cum, cum that somehow was so hot it had steam coming off it. "Stop it! Stop you two!" He tried shaking them apart. The two men acted as if they didn't even hear or notice him. He looked down and saw both of their cocks bulging against their boxers. Had the house gotten too strong? Joel was now sitting on his brother's lap facing him. Them grinding their bodies together, two pig brothers covered in the sticky sticky cum of their sons. Not even realizing it. "I must stop this, I must stop them. We must all stand together to save Colin...and then my own father...." thought David. He looked around the room. For anything, to possibly stop them. He grabbed the cross around his neck and kissed it, and began to pray. "Lord. Please help these two souls. Stop them from biting the apple brought about by your enemy's sin. Give me the strength to open their eyes, to open their hearts to your love. Pull the wool from their eyes and let them see what evil it is they consume!" Mike perked up, hearing a portion of it and said, " They're pancakes. Not an apple..." As the words left his mouth Joel and Mike stopped and stared at each other. Mike spoke first, "What...the...." "Fuck!?" finished Joel. The two stood up immediatley and looked at each other, then down at the mess they made, and the "cumcakes". A look of fear grew in both their eyes. "Were we just eating..." They both ran to the sink and began vomiting, disgusted with what had just happened. "Thank you God." whispered David. "Long time no see, David." a voice came behind the priest. David for the second time in his life felt real fear. "You! If you're here then..." David flashed a look towards the ceiling. Clarence smiled his slick smile. "I knew you'd be back." Unfortunately for Joel and Mike, they were too busy hurling in the sink to hear what was going on right behind them. If they had, they might have realized that Clarence was the evil that was putting them through all this. Or maybe if David had stayed and announced who Clarence really was to them. But neither of those things happened. David could only think of his son Aiden. Alone, with two boys who were both possessed. Not knowing his own son had already tasted the fruit of evil, and was loving it. David pushed pass Clarence. "Hey now! There's no rush! After all, we do have ETERNITY together!" Clarence laughed at his own joke. He then noticed some of the cum batter on his suit and flicked it off. "It's so hard finding a good suit these days..." David dashed up the stairs, he didn't hear his son chanting. He didn't hear anything. Not good signs. He got to the doorway only to behold his biggest fear. His son, on his knees. Completely nude except for the silver cross David had given him when he was born. The carpet had vanished and he was kneeling in the pentagram Colin had been put in nights before. On one side of him was Colin, the other side Jason. Both of their cocks in the hands of his innocent son. His son staring directly at him, his tongue out. Feverishly jacking off both of the cocks. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours. David in complete silence. The spit from Aiden's tongue spilling onto his smooth chest. His cock, as hard as the two in his hands. Colin and Jason in unison slowly moved their heads from looking down to the altar boy slut towards David. Their gaze piercing him. Two smug smiles. As they began to shoot their loads onto Aiden. The three young men being bonded by their new found lust for cum. Their eyes bright with conviction. All the while, staring at David. David slowly took a step forward, and the door slammed behind him. The brothers downstairs finally caught their breath and had stopped puking. "What...was...that!?" asked Mike. "Whoa whoa whoa. What's going on here?" asked Clarence, acting like a concerned friend. Both of the brothers felt a sense of calm as Clarence spoke. "Clarence!" said Joel, "This house....something is wrong with it!" Joel said as he swished water around his mouth. "It's...making us do perverted things. Things we never thought of before!" "What?" asked Clarence, "Really?" He sat down, "Are you sure you just haven't always had these....thoughts?" He said sneeringly. The brothers glanced at each other. "Do you know something Clarence?" Just then a loud un-earthly scream was heard from upstairs. "FUUUUUUUUUCK" The two men ran upstairs. Clarence just stayed sitting. His smile, growing bigger. Colin's door was locked, it wouldn't budge. "Colin!? Colin!?" yelled out Joel. A groan full of pleasure the men couldn't even begin to describe met their ears. "I Can't....I can't..." the voice yelled out. "I can't stop FUCKING MY SOOOOOONNN!" the voice was Father David. Inside, the priest had his son bent over, railing him. Pulling on the silver cross necklace, choking Aiden. His mind was torn, the pleasure was so intense, but he also knew better. "I'm sorry Aiden!" He yelled, his cock however showing no apologies as it ripped into his son's ass. "I want it DAD!" Aiden moaned back. Jason and Colin were sitting on the bed, watching the show jacking off. "FUck!" David hadn't fucked anything since the birth of his son. The warm hole, his son's warm hole, was the first orifice his dick had tasted in years. "I need to stoooooop!" he yelled out again. "We gotta get in there!" Yelled Mike. The two brothers began throwing their weight against the door. "Yes yes! Come in! Fuck your sons too!" David said. His mind screaming at him to stop, his mouth spewing out filth beyond his control. "You're so lucky son. You get your father's cock. Your father's hard thick cock! I never got my hole pounded by my dad!" "YES DAD! FUCK ME!" Aiden was completely surrendered to the cock inside him. The lust inside him. The lust his dad tried to keep him from feeling ever since he could remember. And now it was the same man pounding his hole, tarnishing it and making it defiled. David's hips were slamming against that bubble butt of his own flesh and blood. He wasn't strong enough to save anyone, and now he wasn't even gonna be able to save himself. "Run! Run away!" Was the last thing that ever came out of David's mouth as a man of God. Trying to save the two men on the other side of the door from befalling the same fate. His split personality taking in, right after saying that he followed it up with, "RAPE THEM! RAPE THEM ALL! HAHAHAHAHA!" The two brother's shoulders were beginning to bruise, unable to budge the door. They slumped down to the floor, only able to listen to the sounds of the brutal fucking from behind the door. The sounds of hot meat slamming a hot hole. The sound of complete sin. "This is so fucked." Said Mike. "Colin..."Joel hung his head ashamed. He was failing as a father. He was trying to protect and save his son, but he couldn't. "What do we do now Joel?" asked Mike. "I, I don't know." said Joel. The two men sat there. "That's it Father. Fuck his tight ass!" Colin said, enjoying the show being performed. His ass was starting to itch, wanting to feel the warmth of his own father's cock inside him. Jason looked over at his skater boy cousin. "I love you Colin." The two began kissing, their tongues invading each other's mouths. "Look at them! Look at those sluts!" David bellowed as he smacked Aiden's head so he'd look at the two boys. Aiden loved getting hit. Growing up in a strict Catholic house hold, physical punishment was normal. He never knew it could also be so pleasurable. The ache in his ass releasing waves of pleasure all over him. He stared greedily at the two younger boy's cocks as they made out. "My own son! Corrupted by his own fucking lust!" David moaned. He was so happy to give his son his cock. It wasn't fair though. Why should his son get his father's cock? Why couldn't he get his father to fuck him? He realized now that growing up, he never wanted to leave his father. He wanted him to fuck him. "Why wouldn't he fuuuuck meeeee!?" He whined as he continued pummeling his son. The fucking was so brutal, the chain of the cross necklace was cutting into the skin of his neck. His mind was racing, telling him to stop but his body was compelling him to keep going. To hurt his son, to make him bleed! Suddenly, it got quiet. Joel and Mike looked at each other. The door unlatched. "Ok, before we go in there. We have to promise each other. We will not join in." said Joel They stood up and opened the door. The four sex crazed fellows inside were all on the floor. Jason fucking Aiden on the right, Colin fucking the priest on the left. They were both fucking them in spoon position, facing each other. Aiden and David making out. The thrusts of their partners pushing their lips together on every in thrust. "Oh God." said Joel. The two teen boys were enthralled in their ecstasy. Their cocks shimmering in the light as it invaded the holy family's holes. "I'm getting fucked! I'm finally getting fucked!" David shouted out. Aiden was whimpering, obviously enjoying the pounding but a little distressed that it wasn't his own father's cock inside him anymore. Jason's wrestler body excelling in quick fucking the boy. He was using the strength from his legs to push his cock into him, a full body thrust fuck. Colin's big engorged balls slapping so hard against the priest their balls would slap together on each of his thrusts. "Holy..." "....Shit" the brothers stared. Their cocks beginning to rise. Joel looked over at Mike, who began rubbing himself through his shorts. Joel slapped his hand away. "Stop. We can't." "I know, just..." Mike's eyes gazing towards his son, "Look at my son. He looks like a man, his body, his cock. He looks so good fucking the shit out of that slut." "Listen to yourself Mike! We can't..." but he didn't finish his sentence, he caught himself staring at his son in the same way. Not only that, but the idea of snuggling up behind him, fucking him, was creeping his way into his mind. Unfortunately, he snapped out of it. "No. Mike. Come on." He turned and grabbed Mike's arm and pulled him out of the room. He shut the door and locked it from the outside. Mike finally snapped out of his lust filled daze. They once again slumped against the back of the door. After a few minutes sitting outside the door Joel remembered something. "Clarence." He stood up and began to go downstairs. "Bro?" Mike asked quizzically. He followed. Downstairs Joel began calling out, "Clarence!? Clarence!? Where the hell are you?" He went from room to room looking for him, but there were no signs. "Joel," said Mike. "What?" asked Joel as he turned around. "Sorry!" Mike punched Joel in the face, knocking him out cold. "Excellent acting Uncle Mike." Clarence emerged out from the shadows. Mike's eyes seemed to be glazed over. Clarence put his arm around Mike and kissed him. "Joel is the final key. But I can't force him into it like the others. I have to make him want it." Clarence explained. "I think he already does..." said Mike. The two smiled as the picked up Joel and began to move him.