Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 13:14:09 -0600 From: Luis Subject: The Cult: Chapter 2: The Cult Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction. If you aren't allowed to read this due to the laws of your area, or to your age, reading it will be your responsibility and not mine. If that is the case, I strongly advise you to stop reading now. In the fictional world my story describes, 18 is the legal age for doing anything, from sex to drugs. Other usual disclaimers apply. Feedback is encouraged. Chapter 2: The cult Just as I thought that, Tom removed his fingers from my ass. Still grunting violently and moving rather convulsively, he spat on my ass again and then I felt something huge probing my hole. I knew it was his cock. It entered me fast, all at once. He couldn't control himself. He was derailed with lust and i was sure he was also drugged. He started fucking me very fast and hard and I moved forward and backwards about three inches with every thrust, due to his force. I felt like his cock was reaping me apart inside out. I felt out of air and like I was passing out again, when suddenly, I was able to scream. The sound came out monstrous. It was the most horrible scream I had ever screamed. But as I let it out, the pain somehow went all away and I started feeling tremendous pleasure instead. With ever trust of Tom's hips I felt like I was having an orgasm. It felt amazing. I never wanted it to stop. I was petrified of how I was feeling about being fucked by another man. Was it the drugs? I couldn't control myself. I was moaning loudly and convulsing. I was in ecstasy. When I recovered the movement of my neck, I looked behind me and an even bigger shock hit me. As I turned, I saw Tom. Muscular, very hairy, sweaty, his eyes white, saliva drooling through the side of his mouth. But that wasn't the biggest shock. I was most surprised because I knew him. He wasn't called Tom, but Robert. I tried to talk and the sound came out like babbling. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I also wanted him to keep going. You wonder why? The reason was simple: he was my father. I was getting fucked crazy by my father, and I was having the best time of my life. ---------------------------o----------------------------- The fucking suddenly got even harder and faster. My fathers grunts got louder and, for a moment, I thought he was going mad, for he seemed even more out of his mind. Still, I couldnt think of anything at all for more than a fraction of a second, cause every time my fathers cock moved inside of me I felt the most intense pleasure. With the new speed, pressure started building up inside of me. The sensations I was getting became too much for me and I started moaning and screaming like a bitch. I couldnt control myself, although I was sure the drugs were running off. What I was feeling took all of my brain functions and I just couldnt do more than feel the cock that bred me make every cell of my body vibrate. Then, just when I thought I was going to die from the amazing build up I felt, when I thought I was going to suffocate from the lack of air I was getting (I wasnt able to breath between one moan and the next), my father let out a half-grunt/half-scream and my ass started being flooded with about ten spurts of red-hot, slippery cum. That did it for me, and I too let out one last scream with which my jockstrap got stained with my own cum. Then was when I realized everything that just happened. Maybe it was the feeling of my still deranged and extremely hot and sweaty father on top of me, or the screaming of the men surrounding us. Maybe it was the look of all of them jacking off violently over my father fucking me or Teds voice howling and screaming how that was just the best show in weeks, but it just hit me like a ton of bricks. I had just sex with my dad! I loved it! He was still in me, and he was strangely out of his mind! Still, I couldnt figure out if I felt disgusted, excited, horny or frightened. I felt asleep with the struggle in mind. I was exhausted, and could do anything more than looking at the ceiling moving while I was dragged of the circle of men and snooze away from consciousness. ---------------------------o----------------------------- I woke up what felt like days later. I was in a very dark, humid room. The air smelled of cum, sweat and dirt. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust and another for me to remember where I was. Jonah, the man that had announced my being up to Ted before I got fucked, was dragging another kid my age inside, all dirty and drenched in sweat. I wanted to scream for help, but instead, I spoke calmly to him. Excuse me, Jonah, is it? He nodded. How long have I been here? He laughed and starred at me lustfully. Youre one sick piece of shit, eh? You just got fucked for the first time in front of a full audience and you just ask me that? He laughed once more. Why dont you wait for Tom here to wake up and let him answer your questions while you suck him off? He said pointing to my father laying asleep on the floor near me. Why would I suck him off? I dont want to do that to my father! The only reason I let him fuck me was because... I got interrupted by a surprised Jonah. Your father? Tom is your father! Oh, my God! Wait till Ted finds out about this. Tonight just got even hotter!? He said, and with that turned to go away. Oh, and by the way? (he said right before exiting the room) you have to suck him off in order for him to become conscious again. And he was gone. I waited a couple of minutes before acting. In that time, I put my thoughts in order. How did feel about everything that just happened? Was I angry with my father for practically raping me, although it seemed like no one knew about it, may be he hadnt planned for him to be the one to fuck me. And it did feel one hundred times more amazing than any sex I had ever had. Was I excited about it, then? Did I want it to happen again? I decided that I needed to discuss it with him before making a decision, and the only way to able to, apparently, was to suck my fathers dick. I cant deny that I felt a bit disgusted to do it, for a moment, but then I realized if getting fucked by it wasnt bad at all, maybe sucking it will be good too. I walked over to where he was, skipping the other bodies in the room, which were all passed out. Once I got there, I kneeled in front of him and, without overthinking it, I took his dick in my mouth. The limp flesh became rock hard in an instant, and the man quickly started waking up, grunting much less violently than before. He looked still out of his mind, but more calm. As I started sucking him more, he started to look more and more like himself. Until I heard his voice talking to me. Oh, look whos sucking my dick. I looked up at him, he was awake, but sucking him felt somehow right. I felt closest to him that I had ever been. You see, when he fucked me it was animalistic, but this was personal, loving, even. Keep going, boy He said with a sigh. He put his hands on the back of my head and made me follow a slow pace. After about twenty minutes, he simply started squirting cum down my throat, like if nothing was happening. I swallowed it all. It tasted salty and nice, yet it had a rather strange aftertaste. Once I finished, he let me go and we sat in silence for a few minutes. He was the one to break the silence. You know (he said with a pause), it wasnt planned for me to be the one to fuck you. It was a mere coincidence. He paused a few seconds in which I felt a bit relieved. You see, the selection of givers and receivers is random. All kids and fuckers are injected with the sex formulas at the same time. The order in which they wake up depends solely on their metabolism. We just happened to be ready at the same time. We remained in silence for a bit longer. Then, I spoke. Dad, first of all, let me say that after giving it intense thinking I have decided that I am not mad or disgusted at all. I actually enjoyed myself very much. It was pleasure I never knew before, and I feel closer to you somehow. He interrupted me. Thats good, son. Because now that you are in The Cult, there is no way out. The Cult? I asked. Yes, son. Let me explain how things work around here.