Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2018 03:21:42 +0100 From: Jeff Dyvim Subject: Wrath of the Righteous The following story contains themes of control and incest, if you find such material offensive this story is not for you. This is my first story, if you have any comments or feedback email them to jdyvim@gmail.com Jeffrey Dyvim * * * * * * * Wrath of the Righteous * * * * * * * Jake waited patiently in the chapel courtyard, now first in line to enter the confessional booth. It was a pleasant spring afternoon, and at any other school the students would have been allowed to spend their lunch hour outside enjoying it. But at Lumen Fidei High School, students were required to attend confession at least once a week, during their free time. This demanding rule had been established by the current school priest, whose voice could be heard coming from the confessional. "Confess!" demanded the passionate voice echoing from the vestibule. The boys in the queue looked quite unperturbed by whatever was going on inside. Jake in particular was used to it, not that he wasn't dreading his turn which inevitably arrived a few minutes later. "Remember, to yield to gluttony is to abuse God's temple!" The door to the confessional had opened and a rather large kid from the year below hurried out, looking ashamed. It was a look Jake knew all too well. Most students left Father Gideon's presence looking ashamed. In this christian school, confession was mandatory at least once a week, and as everyone knew, the school priest was unusually gifted at finding any information he could use to condemn you. Jake however, had to deal with this attitude all the days of the week, the priest was also his father. "Hi Dad," he said glumly as he entered the small confessional. Jake could see his father's tidy outline through the mesh divider. "I've told you many time before, it's Father Gideon in here." His father's deep voice was stern yet calm at the same time. Gideon was incredibly well spoken, his respectful and charismatic sermons had drawn crowds from far and wide, revitalising the membership of their local church. "Start again, Jacob." Jake let out a small huff, before complying. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession-" "Liar!" his father burst out. Jake had no doubt that that had been heard outside. "You missed last weeks confessional! And don't for a moment pretend it was because you `forgot.'" "Oh yeah," Jake said meekly. "Sorry. About my sins..." "Don't mumble" his father said flatly. "Right. Well, apart from skipping confession last week there's nothing to report so..." Jake saw the silhouette of his father tilt his head. "Is that so?" he asked softly. "You're neglecting to mention the pornographic magazine you've hidden under your bed." "What?" Jake exclaimed. "You went through my things!?" "It is all under my roof," Gideon replied calmly. Before Jake could respond, his father launched into one of his familiar lectures. "Once again you would shame me and shame the lord by debasing yourself with carnal filth! Jacob, you will one day be responsible for your own immortal soul, how can you ever hope to bask in God's glory if this is how you act?!" Gideon took a deep breath to steady himself. "You know what must be done. Use the rest of your lunch to say the complete rosary, I'll see to the rest of your penance tonight at home, as usual. Until it is complete, I cannot absolve you. You are dismissed for now, go in the light of the Lord." After leaving the confessional booth, Jake was heading back to the school building when he ran into Sarah. Sarah was a pretty blonde girl who sat behind him in class and who was now batting her eyelashes at Jake. He was used to this sort of attention from the girls in school. Jake was handsome, with blonde hair and blue eyes while years of athletics had given him a muscular, toned physique. Although, what had helped the most was the rumour spreading that he was hung. A rumour that was true, Jake's penis was eight and a half inches long when erect, especially impressive for any teenager. A month or so ago, a boy had glimpsed Jake's dick in the locker room and wasted no time in telling everyone that he was well endowed. Jake suspected that this was the main reason Sarah had approached him, she had a bit of a reputation for being decidedly un-angelic behind closed doors. "Hi Jake, I hope confession wasn't too rough on you," she said in an overly flirtatious manner. "So, I was thinking, if you're free tonight, my parents are out. You could come round and we could really give your father something to worry about." Jake was used to girls staring at him, but flirting was completely new to him, and he was still a horny teenage boy. For a moment he stared slack-jawed, before recovering. "Well, erm, that sounds great, but I'm afraid I have to be at home this evening. Dad is expecting me and you know how strict he is. Another time?" "That's a shame. Another time then." She shot him a smile before turning on the spot and sauntering away. It may have been overly dramatic, but it had the desired effect: as she walked away Jake stared at her arse sway the entire time she was within eyesight. Jake now had one more reason to be angry at his father. After school Jake hurried to the school bus. He had to be home before his father to prepare for his penance. * * * * * * * Gideon Reed was exhausted when he reached home, but knew he couldn't rest yet, there was still the matter of his son's ongoing salvation. In his youth, Gideon had been a rebel too. He had turned away from his own religious parents and after years of debauchery, knocked up a woman. After the baby was born, the woman had been unable to save herself and she died of an overdose, her demons catching up to her. Gideon, seeing how he was being punished for his previous indulgent lifestyle, had then taken the cloth and vowed to never let his child wander from God's path. It was for his son's own good that he punished the boy. To his relief, Jake was prepared to receive his punishment as he had been taught, and was kneeling, completely naked, with his head bowed in prayer when Gideon entered the room. He took a seat on the couch opposite and regarded the boy. A man's body is his temple, and Gideon respected his son for taking such good care of his body. A balanced diet and a disciplined training schedule had led to him looking like a classical adonis. Even his cock was magnificent. But Gideon knew that deep beneath the milky flesh were evils that had yet to be purged. "I see you're ready, my child. Let's begin." Jake, looking forlorn, nodded, stood up, and approached his father before laying face down across his father's knees. Father placed his hands on his sons exposed back. "For the transgression of knowingly harbouring impure materials designed to corrupt young minds you, my son, shall be struck fifty times. For then lying about your sin, you shall be struck a further fifty times. May this penance help you know your sins and find true mercy in the name of the Lord." Gideon moved his right hand until it was over his son's smooth, pert butt cheek. Preparing to do the lord's work, exhaled deeply while slightly squeezing the round, smooth flesh. He could feel his own powerful erection building, but knew he didn't need to feel guilty. Gideon had been celibate since the birth of his son, so persistent erections were common place. Besides, Gideon knew he wasn't excited by his own carnal desires, his erection was due to the joy he felt at carrying out the lord's will. Gideon raised his right hand, and brought it down sharply on his son's arse. The force of the slap caused his son to cry out while leaving an angry red welt. "One," Jake said through gritted teeth. His father nodded. As Jake had been taught, it was his job to keep track of his own penance. He knew that if he made a mistake counting, Father would start again from the beginning. By the time they reached eight, Jake was sobbing out each number more than saying it. Gideon, unfazed, kept on spanking. Gideon continued firmly slapping his son's arse, Jake keeping count. Every now and then the boys cries would reach a fever pitch and Gideon, being filled with the lord's mercy, would pause. He'd place his hand on his son's sore arse, and gently caress the inflamed skin while muttering "be strong my child, be strong so that you may be renewed." After Jake had a moment to collect himself, the beating would resume. "Good boy," his father said after the beating was complete. "You know what to do." Jake, now a quivering mess, lay face down on the couch while Father went to retrieve his supplies. Reentering the room, Gideon took a moment to admire his work. His son's arse, pointing up, had recieved fifty slaps to each cheek and was a deep rosy red. Father first sprinkled holy water onto his son's but cheeks, muttering sacred verse as he went. Then he applied ointment to his palms before kneading it across those rosy mounds. "I absolve you of your sins, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit," Gideon said solemnly. "By your grace Lord, I will not sin again. Amen." Jake rattled off his practiced response, having now regained some of his composure. As he stood up, wincing, his father placed a kiss on his forehead. "You'll be a great man some day," his father said, slightly more gently than before. "But only if you learn to suppress your more primitive desires. Now go do your homework, I'll call you for dinner." * * * * * * * Later that night, Jake sat in his room, embarrassed and angry. His father's penances were becoming harder and harder. Sometimes, Jake's mind would wander and he would fantasize about someone finding out and arresting his Dad, but he knew that would never happen. The rest of his small town were extremely religious as well as being incredibly fond of Father Gideon's sermons. If Jake's word were pitted against his father's, the town would side with his father. Being spanked while missing out on a chance to get laid had left his mind a vortex of anger and lust. Amid this all this frustration, he decided to give in to temptation. Jake decided to go looking for porn on the internet. Father had always said that the internet was a pathway to delinquency, and had banned Jake from even owning a computer. However, Jake knew where he could find one. On the other side of the field behind their house was a storage space almost the size of the house itself. It had originally been a barn, and then converted into warehouse for the home business the previous owners had run. Since Gideon and Jake had moved in it was mostly empty apart from the corner that Gideon used as a workshop for his woodworking hobby. Since he often needed to order tools or parts online, there he kept a small laptop connected to the internet. Jake waited for his father to go to bed before sneaking downstairs with a bundle of tissues in his pocket. He took the keys to the workshop and tiptoeing, slipped out of the back door into the night, making his way to the workshop. When he got there he used only a small torch to navigate, worried that turning on the lights might catch his father's attention. When Jake logged on, he discovered to his dismay that his father had installed family safe search software, blocking most websites that might detail explicit sex acts. But Jake was undeterred, he had come to far to give up and was determined to find some material to get himself off too, which he intended to do more than once. Crouching over the laptop, he spent the next twenty minutes trying to find a website that he could access. Eventually Jake stumbled upon a blog collecting vintage gay porn clips that blissfully, wasn't blocked. His heart leapt as he scrolled down, there were working videos of men and woman, their sweaty bodies pressed against each other in unbridled passion. Jake was about to unzip his flies when he saw a video that made him freeze in shock. There was a video, now a couple of decades old, and it undoubtedly depicted his father. The title of the video was Jeremy Johnson fucks May Glitz and showed a young buff man ravage a woman in the back of his car. Jake was certain that this Jeremy Johnson was his Dad. Gideon now had a short tidy beard whereas Jeremy Johnson had a thick moustache. Aside from that they were identical, the same face and sandy blonde hair, the same broad figure and height. Although, Jake had only ever seen his father in robes or a suit, so some details were a surprise. His father's muscles were well defined, and his rippling chest was oddly titillating, it had the perfect amount of blonde hair between his pecs while his narrow happy trail lead into his thick untamed bush. But it was Jeremy Johnson's member that made him a stand out pornstar. It must have been about ten inches long as well as deliciously thick, the veined golden shaft leading to a bulbous mauve cockhead. Jake now knew where his own endowment came from, his father must have had the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Jake's head was spinning now. All his life his dad had maintained a holier than thou, prudish attitude towards pretty much everyone. Jake couldn't wrap his head around the revelation that Father Gideon had once been a porn star. Hungry for more, Jake had now forgotten about wanking and was completely absorbed in finding out more information on this Jeremy Johnston. He had worked in porn for a few years, and had been hugely popular with both guys and girls. Jeremy had worked for Tiger Video, a studio based in California that produced both straight and gay porn. Jake discovered, to his surprise that his father had participated in many of their gay porn scenes. In these videos, Jeremy would strut onto the screen and breed some poor bottom long and hard. Then, about sixteen years ago, he had simply disappeared from the porn scene. His research was cut short when he heard the workshop door opening. Apparently his Dad had figured out that he'd snuck away. Turning around, he saw the familiar figure of his father striding towards him. Just half an hour ago, this would have filled him with fear, but not anymore. "What are you doing, boy?" Father was getting started on one of his speeches. "Don't tell me that just hours after the Lord's justice was carried out, you-" "You can stop there, Dad." "What did you say?!" "I know," Jake said plainly. "I know about Jeremy Johnston." For the first time in his life, Jake saw his father was surprised, stunned into silence. "My entire life" Jake said, shaking, "you berated me for the slightest thing, say God would judge me. But you were in porn!?" "That was a long time ago, Jake. I've changed, repented for my sins, and worked to give you and this community a better life." "But you still did it. And then have the nerve to tell me to behave myself." Gideon was shaking his head. "I had to. Your mother...she was in porn too. When she got pregnant, we said we'd take a break from the parties, the sex and the drugs, and take care of you. But they got to her, Jake. Her demons got to her, made her weak willed, and compliant. She died of an overdose a month after you were born. So you see, I had to protect you. The entire industry is awash with temptation. Pornography is a gateway to hell. I can't let the demons take root in you too. Or you'll fall to corruption like she did." "Dad..."Jake began, at a loss for words. He was starting to see his father for what he was, deeply paranoid. "Just because someone died once doesn't make all sex bad!" Gideon adopted a look of intense disgust on his face. "It is evil!" He spat the words out with vitriol. "I'm not discussing this any more. You have disobeyed me again, in search of basal stimulation. I see I was going too easy on you. Go back to the house and get ready for more penance. Jake I will cure you of this obsession, even if it takes a solid week of punishment!" Jake shook his head. "No Dad, I won't live like this anymore." "You have sinned," Gideon said through gritted teeth. "Scripture demands your soul must be cleansed and the impurities burnt out." For a moment Jake didn't move. Then, exhaling deeply, he walked out of the workshop towards the house. Gideon took a moment to calm himself. He slammed the laptop shut, he couldn't bring himself to think of the old days he spent in that wicked industry. Sighing, he headed back across the moonlit field to the house. To his disappointment, Jake was not in the living room, prepared for his punishment. He was by the front door wearing a coat and a large backpack on his back. "I'm leaving," Jake said firmly. "No you're not" Gideon said equally firmly. "You still live here with me." Jake simply gave his father a short smile. "If you try and follow me, or send the police after me in any way, I think I'll let your congregation know what you got up to while you were in California. I doubt they'll be pleased to know their priest lied to them for years." "Please Jake..." Gideon began, but it was too late. Jake turned and left, stealing into the night, leaving his Dad on his own. Jake walked to the next town over, a journey that took till early morning. Hiking by himself, he felt like he was free for the first time in his entire life. He was free from the puritanical attitude at home, free from watching his every action lest he be punished. And Jake knew just what he was going to do with his new found freedom. By the time he reached town, the sun had risen and a few small stores were getting ready to open. Jake walked to the bus stop, where he boarded a coach to California. * * * * * * * "That's great," the director said, looking into a laptop screen. "We've got everything we need. You can go now." The camera men started to pack up as Jake, naked and sweaty, lay back on the bed, trying to catch his breath. His erection still pointed at the ceiling, even after spraying his chest with a heavy load of semen. "Very impressive indeed," said a voice to his left. The voice belonged to a middle aged man in a navy blue suit who had an attractive, friendly face and brown hair with streaks of grey at the temples. Until now he had been silent, intently observing since walking in half way through the audition. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Arthur Parnell." "Oh, hello Mr Parnell" Jake said, mildly surprised. He hadn't been expecting to meet the top producer at Tiger Video Productions. "Please, call me Arthur. Now my assistant tells me you're the son of Jeremy Johnson. When I found out you were auditioning, I simply had to come down and see you in action. I used to work with your father, he was a very talented individual." Arthur handed Jake a dressing gown before continuing. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we? We here at Tiger want you as a performer. It will be a standard contract, you'll perform in the scenes we give you, two or three times a week, exclusively for us. Sound fair? "That sounds great!" said Jake eagerly. He hadn't expected to be offered a job so soon. "You've got a great body, and a good attitude. You've got everything you need to succeed in this business. But I need to know are you straight, or gay?" "Straight," replied Jake. "Ah," said Arthur. He paused, studying Jake for a moment before continuing. "Well, here at Tiger Video, we create both straight and gay content. So, we require all of our models to have sex with men as well as woman. Is that something you're okay with?" "Err..." Jake started. "Rest assured, it would be very occasional, if women are your preference." He wasn't sure that was what he wanted. He wanted to be known as a hot stud. He almost said no, but then he remembered his father had made some gay porn videos, and his fans still thought of him as macho. Also, part of why he was doing this was because he knew it would piss off his father. And the only thing that would annoy his father more than his son being in straight porn, was his son being in gay porn. "Yeah, I can do that." Jake said earnestly. "Excellent," said Arthur, grinning. After Jake had gotten dressed, he headed upstairs to Mr Parnell's office to sign the documents, where Mr Parnell was waiting for him. "My assistant said you didn't provide an address. Where are you staying?" "I'm actually crashing on a friend's couch while I'm here," admitted Jake. "Oh, we can't have that. I've got a spare room and plenty of space, why don't you come stay at mine?" "Really? You would be okay with that?" "For many years I considered your father a friend, it would be the least I could do." "Thank you so much!" Jake said, beaming. "Now, on to business," Arthur said picking up a large stack of papers. After Jake had signed and initialed the many copies of the year long contract, Arthur asked his assistant to bring in two glasses of wine to celebrate. Apparently he didn't care that Jake was under aged. "At some point in the future we'll have a photo shoot and then ask you a couple of questions, so that we can put up a bio for you on the website. Before then, I need you to decide whether you want a stage name like most models." "I've thought about that," Jake replied. "I want people to know my first name, and I want people to know I'm the son of Jeremy Johnson. How does Jake Johnson sound?." "Jake Johnson," Arthur repeated. "I like that." As they finished their drinks, conversation turned back to business, with Arthur interested in what sexual experiences Jake had had previously. "So, you've slept with a couple of women. But have you ever slept with a guy?" "Err, no," Jake said. "But I'm sure I could do it if you needed me to!" he added hastily. Arthur had a more grave look on his face. "I'm not so sure, it's a completely different ball game." Jake now looked slightly panicked, worried that this admission would lose him the job. "I'll tell you what," Arthur said. "As a favour to you, to help show you the ropes, I'll invite a performer like yourself you my home tomorrow evening. Together, we'll be able to show you a few things. We don't want you looking a fool in front of the cameras, do we now?" "No sir! Thanks for the help Arthur." "My pleasure," he said while grinning widely. * * * * * * * The next day Jake packed up his meagre possessions from the sofa he was crashing on, and was driven, by chauffeur, to Mr Parnell's apartment. What Arthur had described to Jake as a bachelor pad apartment was actually a penthouse, the most luxurious abode Jake had ever seen. A housekeeper showed Jake to his bedroom, which had an huge double bed, a balcony and a gleaming marble ensuite bathroom. His day was filled by staff from Tiger Video visiting to take some promotional photos as well as taking his measurements for costumes or equipment he might need. That evening, Arthur invited a friend over. "He'll be here in a minute," Arthur said as he popped his head into Jake's room. "Get undressed and wait in my bedroom." Now used to getting undressed on demand, Jake obediently took of his clothes and went to Arthur's bedroom. The spacious room was probably larger than the entire ground floor of his old house. In the centre of the lavishly decorated room was an ornate double bed with fine satin sheets. When Arthur reappeared, Jake saw that he was wearing only a silk bathrobe. To Arthur's right was a tall attractive gentlemen who must have been in his thirties and had a slight middle eastern look about him. "Well Jake, this is Seyid. He's been in the gay porn business for quite some time ." "You weren't kidding," Seyid said while regarding Jake's naked form up and down. He he a incredibly upper class and refined way of speaking. "He's quite the specimen." "Let's see if his talents match up to his looks. Jake, kneel in front of me," Arthur ordered. Jake obeyed, slightly confused, wondering what they wanted from him. He found out when Arthur slipped of his bathrobe and put his cock in Jake's mouth. "Urrg..." was the only sound Jake managed to make as he suddenly found his throat filled. He desperately tried to pull his head back but Arthur placed a hand either side of his head, holding him in place. "Suck it, boy," Arthur growled, surprising Jake with how vicious he could be. Jake sheepishly moved his head back and forth, wincing at the sensating of a cock head trying to force its way into his throat. Meanwhile, Seyid had started to get undressed. Eventually Arthur released his grip, and Jake fell back, gasping for air. "Disappointing," Arthur said dryly. "You'll be doing a lot of that, you better improve quickly." Jake managed to catch his breath, saying "I'll be giving blowjobs? But I'm a straight top." "As outlined in your contract you perform whatever acts I tell you to perform. Now, blow Seyid, and you had better try harder." Jake was angry at himself for not reading all the fine print, but he didn't have time to think about it, Seyid had finished taking of his clothes, and was approaching, armed with a heavy erection. Whereas Arthur's veiny cock had been about seven inches long, Seyid's caramel rod was more like eight and significantly thicker. Jake couldn't even breath as Seyid roughly grabbed his head and forced his cock into his throat. Sputtering, Jake tried to push Seyid away but it was no use, the beefy man was a lot stronger. He tried it vain to bob his head up and down, but that cock was rammed in as far as it would go. Just as he thought he would pass out, Seyid released him, and he fell backwards onto the carpet. As he lay there, breathing deeply, the two men regarded him. "You were right," Seyid said delicately. "His blow job skills are lacking. But he's simply so beautiful, and his cock is as big as mine. I'm certain he'll be worth the effort to train." "I hope you're right," Arthur said wearily. "Jake, get up." Jake, who had been lying on the floor, embarrassed and exhausted, got to his feet. Arthur led him to the bed and guided him to lie on the bed, knees pulled toward his chest. Jake, with sudden alarm, saw what was coming. In this position, his arsehole was exposed and facing the end of the bed where Seyid and Arthur stood. "No!" he said standing up, visibly panicked. "I told you, I'm a top, I don't want anything in my arse." "Now now," said Arthur, "As your contract states, the producer decides what occurs on set. If I say you're getting fucked, you're getting fucked. If you refuse, we've grounds to sue for breach of contract." "Don't let it get to that Jake," Seyid chimed in. "Anyway, I think you'll grow to like it." "But, I'm straight and...It's going to hurt..." Jake stuttered out. "It's only going to hurt at first, and then, it's going to feel great regardless of whether you're straight or gay." Arthur spoke more gently that before. "And I promise, we'll ease you into it." Jake took a deep breath. After a moment of quiet, he reluctantly agreed. "Fine," he said, as he got back into position. "But please be gentle." Seyid crouched down, face in front of Jakes once again exposed arse. "You've got a cute little hole, I'll take good care of it." With that, Seyid pushed his tongue into Jake's quivering hole. Immediately, the boy shuddered as unfamiliar sensations swept his body. "Ahh..." was the only sound that escaped his lips. "Told you you'd like it," Seyid said with a cocky grin. He continued to rim him expertly, alternating between making small circles around his sphincter or darting his tongue between his soft, inviting crevasse. After a few minutes of this he took a step back, now it was Arthur's turn. Arthur lubed his forefinger, and gently rubbed it around Jake's sphincter, in smaller and smaller circles until he was pushing into his hole. Jake continued to moan and gasp with pleasure until Arthur suddenly stopped. "Remember to relax," he said imperiously, before pushing the finger in. "Oh, god..slowly..don't stop!" he breathed as his insides were gently massaged for the first time. Arthur turned his hand palm up, and began stroking Jake's prostate. With his other hand he held Jake's massive erection and slowly pumped up and down, causing Jake to writhe in ecstasy. "Imagine how good a cock will feel boy. Are you ready for some meat?" Arthur asked. When Jake hesitated, Seyid stepped in. "First, lets see him use that tool of his. Fuck me, stud." Jake smiled as Seyid climbed onto the bed and lay down, waiting to get fucked in the missionary position. Jake's cock sucking may not have been up to par, but this he knew he was good at. Grabbing the lube he coated his dick as Seyid smeared his own hole. Having never fucked a guy, Jake held Seyid by the ankles and gingerly pushed his erection against the moist sphincter in front of him. "I'm not a fucking woman, shove it in!" Seyid growled aggressively. Jake thrusted his pelvis forwards, moaning loudly as the entire length of his shaft was swallowed by Seyid's arse. For a moment he was still, lost in unfamiliar sensation. The tight, moist grip around his dick was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Wanting more, he began aggressively pounding the man in front of him. "Oh my God, yes!" Seyid screamed as Jake wildly grunted with each thrust. "He knows how to fuck!" Arthur meanwhile, approached Jake from behind. Watching those sculpted, golden cheeks clench and release with each thrust was intoxicating, but he knew there was more work to do. He once again inserted a finger into Jake's tight arsehole, Jake's gyrations powering his own fingering. The boy was surprised, but continued his determined plowing. After a minute, Arthur decided he was ready for more. Seyid saw what was about to happen, and wrapped his legs around Jake's waist, holding his hips in place. Jake only figured out why when a moment later Arthur, now kneeling behind him, shoved his dick into Jake's tight hole. Jake screamed aloud at the invasion but Arthur did not relent. He almost pulled out before slamming his dick in, again and again and again. "Relax your hole, boy," was the only advice he offered as he kept up his assault. Jake did his best, but kept whimpering as his arse was rammed. His hole felt like it was on fire after being shoved open. There was also the sensation of a deep pressure just inside his arse, a pressure that confusingly made him want the pounding to continue. Jake arched his back, and against his will found himself enjoying that deep pressure. Once Arthur felt Jake drop the resistance he leant back and ordered his to keep fucking. Jake once again focused on fucking Seyid, but now he was impaling himself between thrusts. He moaned wildly, almost overcome with sensation as he delicately toed the line between pain and pleasure. "Oh god," Arthur was moaning passionately a few minutes later. "That's right, take it. I'm gonna cum!" He held Jake's waist as as in a few deep thrusts cum spilled forth into the boy's abused chute. Arthur fell back panting while Seyid disentangled himself from Jake. Jake, now breathless, fell forward onto the bed, but it wasn't over for him. "My turn," Seyid said with a sadistic smile. He pounced on top of Jake's sprawled out form, and ignoring Jake's weak protests, forced his long dick into the boy's abused cunt. ""Oh God!" screamed Jake, as his arsehole was forced open even wider. His limbs flailed but Seyid pushed down on his shoulders, pinning him in place. Seyid turned out to be just as ravenous a top as Jake. He immediately launched into a high paced slamming of his pelvis into Jake's bouncing cheeks Jake was being so viciously violated, he buried his face in the downy covers and bit down on the sheets, trying to become accustomed to the huge rod inside him. "Now you know how it feels," Seyid grunted, slamming the boy. Jake didn't respond, he simply let loose a moan that was muffled by the covers. It seemed like an eternity to Jake before Seyid's moaning reached a fever pitch and he began to convulse, becoming the second man to plant his seed in this newly cunted hole. "Fuck that's tight," Seyid sighed as he lent back. As his throbbing cockhead popped out, semen dribbled down Jake's taint, past his balls and onto the bed. Seyid had almost immediately recovered, and had started getting dressed. "What an excellent find Arthur. If you need my help stretching the boy out again, just give me call." After a couple of minutes of heavy sweaty breathing, Jake rolled onto his back, and began to jerk himself off. Even with a sore arse, he was still a horny teenager who hadn't cum yet. Arthur immediately slapped his hands away. "No wanking, save it for the camera!" he barked. Jake begrudgingly lowered his hands. He was coming to resent the contract he had signed which had apparently given Arthur sexual control over him. "Good boy. Now, get some rest. Your first scene is tomorrow." As Arthur spoke and evil grin was spreading across his face. "You've got a lot of work to do." * * * * * * * Eight Months Later * * * * * * * Without anyone else at home to take care off, Gideon had fallen into a simple routine. He would come home, get some reading done and make himself a modest supper. Afterwards he would retreat to his workshop, but he hadn't done any woodworking in many months. Instead, he would go onto the Tiger Video website and check whether his son had any new scenes out. He clicked on his son's biography page and read the description for what must have been the one hundredth time: Tiger Video are proud to present Jake Johnson, son of our former star, Jeremy Johnson. Jake's devilishly handsome good looks aren't the only thing he inherited from his father. He also inherited a sculpted body, a massive cock and a lust to fuck anything that moves. But like most straight boys that find us, he soon discovered that nothing hits the spot like a huge cock up his arse. Gideon clicked on the latest video tab and saw that a new video had been uploaded: "Big Dick Dominated." He started the video, his dick getting hard before it had even loaded. Jake was bound, bent over a table with his long dick hanging down between his legs. Two built black tops then took turns riding his arse until he had been filled with semen four times over. Throughout the boy whimpered, straining against his bindings while simultaneously begging them to keep fucking him. Since he had started watching his son's video's he had noticed that the boy topped less and less as time went on. His first few scenes had featured him exclusively fucking women. But more and more men had been introduced, occasionally fucking him. Now, getting fucked was all he did. It pained Gideon to watch, more so than his erection painfully pushing against his trouser leg. Not only was his son being used by a wicked company, clearly the boy entertained the same demons as his mother for he seemed to be enjoying it. Gideon could stand it no longer. The boy obviously required salvation, and the only way to do that would be to exorcise his demons. He knew that his son faced evils far beyond what most priests had encountered, so Gideon reached out to his old seminary school friends in the hope of procuring some of the more esoteric materials. A week later, a package arrived for Gideon, sent by his old roommate. Inside Gideon found an old tome, with a handwritten note included. The note read: My old friend. Enclosed is the Treatise on the Expelling of Demons. It was written in the sixteenth century by a Scottish monk, collecting his order's knowledge on casting out demons. It is certain to be of help in exorcising the demon of lust you described in your email. It will need translation as it is in the original Enochian language. May God be with you, Father Murray Gideon frowned as he thumbed through the book, his Enochian was rather rusty. Still, he was certain that his faith would guide him to the correct answers. But before he could perform the exorcism, he had to find the possessed. Gideon packed his essentials into his car before setting out to find his son. * * * * * * * Jake was thrown onto the floor in front of Arthur who was dispassionately watching from an armchair while sipping brandy. "Frankly, my boy, I've grown bored of you," Arthur stated plainly. Earlier, Jake had been roughly grabbed in bed by the group of burly body guards. They had stripped him, put him in handcuffs and dragged him to the living room where Arthur was waiting for him. "That's why I'm selling you." "What...?" was all Jake managed to say in his confused state. "A wealthy CEO in Dubai has offered to buy you for a rather generous amount. You'll be his sex slave, and I suggest you do as he says, I hear he can be quite sadistic with those who disobey his commands." "Why?" Jake said shaking his head in disbelief. "I did everything you wanted me to do on Camera. I'm your most popular star!" "That's true, you've made the studio a lot of money. But this offer is being made directly to me, and I simply can't refuse. The studio will lose a big name, but I'll be even richer." Jake hung his head, crushed. Recently, he had begun to resent Arthur. At home, Arthur would make him do the chores while naked, and demand sexual favors at anytime of the day. But he never permitted Jake to cum, saying that it had to be saved for on screen. And at the studio, Arthur was just as controlling, forcing Jake into more and more compromising scenarios. Jake had even considered quitting, but he knew Arthur would sue for breach of contract. But as bad as it had been, Jake now had to face the realisation that it was just going to get worse for him. With a shock, he realised that his Dad had been right. His dad had warned him that the porn industry was evil but Jake had ignored him, thinking he was just being sanctimonious. It was as this thought was crossing his mind that he noticed something odd happening to the men in the room. Several of the body guards had started to slump forward. Even the colleagues who remained upright seemed sluggish. "What's going on..." Arthur mumbled but even he was looking drowsy. One by one they others in the room fell asleep, leaving Jake a whimpering mess on the floor. He looked around the room in disbelief, surrounded by the unconscious figures of his captors. For a moment he thought he could use this chance to escape slavery, but where would he go? Would he be punished? A voice he recognised spoke up from behind him. "Come on son." Jake turned to see it was his father. "Dad!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" "Getting you out of this place. Lets go." Half an hour later they were in the car and on the way home. "How did you find me," Jake sheepishly asked. "Well, the studio told me where you were staying. So I asked the local priest whether he knew anyone who could get me in. It turns out that the chef went to confession regularly, and was uncomfortable with what had been happening in the apartment. I convinced him to drug the food as well as let me in." "Dad..." Jake was at a loss for words. "Thank you for finding me. I'm sorry! You were right all along, I never should have left home." For the first time that Jake could remember, his father had a warm smile on his face. "I love you Jake. For now, let's get you home. You're not saved yet." * * * * * * * Two Months Later * * * * * * * Father Gideon arrived home after a pleasant day of chastising the children about their sins. As usual, he made dinner for himself and relaxed by watching some christian broadcasting. But after supper, it was time to get to work. Gideon carried around a simple notepad, within which was his translation of the demon cleansing ritual from his copy of the Treatise. He read it again as he made his way to his workshop. Like many of the exorcism rituals in the book, it began with the possessed being restrained, for their own protection. The passage then read: "The victim, barred from his own lustful pleasures must have the father's essence forced upon him. Only by doing so may his own essence be released. By such exchange of the holy spirit shall the demons influence be lifted." Gideon had had some trouble understanding the obscure language used in the Treatise, but he had faith that God would not let him be misguided. Through his careful interpretation of the holy words, Gideon had reconstructed the ritual by which his son might be saved. Jake was chained up in the workshop because, as the scripture instructs, the possessed must be bound. Gideon reached the workshop and peered into the space where Jake had been confined. In the centre of the empty space was a cage of black metal bars that Gideon himself had assembled. And within it, with chains cuffed to his arms and legs, was his naked, muscular son. "Dad?" Jake said as he saw his father approaching. "Dad, Please. Please let me go." "Jake, it's been weeks, when are you going to learnt that you need this?" "I'm not possessed Dad!" Jake implored. "And you've just mistranslated nonsense to get this stupid ritual." "That's just what you would say if you were possessed," Gideon said knowingly. Gideon didn't know why his son was being so obstructive. The cell he had constructed for Jake was rather cosy. Arranged around the bed in the middle were some weights, a selection of christian reading materials, a mini fridge with prepared meals and even a compact tiled toilet/shower area. In fact, seeing as it was more room than he had been afforded in Seminary school, Gideon thought he had been rather generous in constructing this space for his son's imprisonment. Gideon moved to the pulleys outside the cage. There were four, each connected to different chain to each of his son's limbs. "Now, get on the bed, on your back like I taught you." "You don't have to do this Dad..." Jake whimpered. But even as he was pleading, he was also getting into position. He had learnt that there was no point in resisting. Once Jake was lying on the bed, Gideon began turning the handles on the pulleys. The chains were pulled through the bars of the cage, eventually taunt enough that they were holding Jake in position, with just enough give that he could move his legs as he wanted while not being able to get off the bed. Gideon opened the doors to the cage, approaching the splayed supine figure of his son. Jake had a magnificent body, golden, muscular and glistening with sweat although what stuck out was the chastity device on his son's cock. His once large cock had not had a proper erection in almost two months, and now in its place bounced a tiny locked nub, less than a couple of inches long. "Are you ready?" asked Gideon as he started to take of his own clothes. "It might be today that we get that we finally get a demon out of you." "I've told you, it's not going to work in chastity", said Jake, dejectedly. "Yes it will, we just have to keep trying." With that Gideon slid off his underwear. Despite not having been in front of the camera for years, Gideon had maintained his buff physique. The hair on his chest was slightly more grey, but his pecs were just as round, his arms just as bulging. And, as Jake had found out, his erection was just as it appeared to be on screen, ten inches long and hard. With the bottle of lube by the bed, Gideon greased up his hardening cock, looking at Jake with an intense, insatiable hunger. "Tonight's the night boy. I'll get that evil out of you if it takes all night." "Dad, wait-" Jake began but before the could continue, Gideon dove forward. He pushed Jake's knees towards his chest, exposing his son's pink, abused boy cunt. Gideon couldn't help but be turned on. After being raped daily the short pink slit looked more like a tight pussy than an arsehole. Unwilling to wait any longer, Gideon decided it was once again time to perform his fatherly duties. He pressed his bulging cockhead against Jake's warm opening. "Slowly!" Jake pleaded. Gideon ignored him, immediately starting to push his fat cockhead into his son. Despite Jake's cries, he pushed his thick shaft into the boy's pussy until his thick pubes were pressing against Jake's soft taint. There, he rested for a moment, enjoying the feel of Jake's sphincter spasmicaly contracting, desperately trying to relax. Jake struggled against his chains, trying to wriggle away from his father's grip in vain. He soon gave up, instead trying to concentrate on accommodating his father's huge member. Still he found himself struggling. His father's cock was so large that no matter how many times he was penetrated, Jake always felt like he was being fucked deeper than ever before. Like many times before, Jake could feel his unused member straining against the metal sides of the chastity cage. He could even feel the building need to ejaculate, but he knew that while in chastity that would never happen. Gideon's fucking was beginning in earnest. With a tight grip on Jake's spread knees, he started to pound the poor boy using the full length of his fucktool. Each thrust would accompany a deep, lustful grunt from Gideon and a wild, desperate moan from Jake. Every now and then Gideon would thrust in completely, and then hold, admiring the sight of his son wincing from such a thorough stuffing. He would even caress his son's cheeks and pinch his nipples, betraying the fact that Gideon wasn't doing this for purely pragmatic reasons. "Daddy, please. You're...oh fuck...you're too big. Gently please!" Jake was begging with the ramming becoming faster still. Again, Gideon ignored the weakness in his son. He knew that the only way the ritual would succeed were if Jake was completely at ease being roughly dominated by his father's cock. And the quickest way to teach that was to mercilessly dominate him with his own large cock. And Gideon could see that Jake was finally learning his lesson. Gideon looked upon Jakes sweat drenched body and saw it was no longer writhing with pain but ululating with pleasure. Each wet thrust would elicit along deep moan from Jake who was now raising his arse to maximise the impact of his father's every thrust. "D...Daddy..." he softly whimpered, eyes rolling back as he lost himself in the intensity of his fucking. Seeing this was too much for Gideon, who began to feel an orgasm forming. "Oh God son, are you ready for your father's essence?" Before Jake could answer, Gideon was screaming, jerkily slamming his cock forward as is coated his sons insides with hot jizz. Overcome with the continued sensations of his inflamed cockhead rubbing against Jakes, sticky insides, Gideon collapsed forwards onto his son's torso. It seemed the ritual was over and once again, Jake had failed to expel any demonic essence. And then Gideon heard something he'd never thought he'd hear. "Please Dad," Jake begged softly. "I was so close, please keep going." Almost immediately, Gideon was fully hard again and showing he hadn't yet lost his immense stamina, resumed viciously ploughing Jakes hole. Over the past few weeks Jake had, despite the indignation at being caged by his own father, been starting to enjoy the evenings when Gideon would violate him anally. Perhaps it was prideful but Jake had been determined not to let it show, not wanting to validate his father's methods. Tonight however, he was horny, and tired of fighting it. He decided to stop fighting and let go, and found that his father's cock was fulfilling him more completely than any man had before. The slight pressure inside his perineum that accompanied anal sex was there as usual and made Jake feel like he were being edged despite his locked cock being nowhere near fully erect. To his surprise, as his father fucked him harder and harder, he felt that pressure grow beyond what he had ever felt. Just as his father was spraying his colon with cum, Jake realised that his little locked nub, which had been dry for two months, was close to blowing. His father began fucking him again and as always, it was astounding deep and hard. Jake's pussy, wet with juices was making a wet sucking sound on top of the loud slaps when their thighs connected. "Daddy...I'm gonna..." began Jake. "Let it happen boy, let the holy spirit flow," grunted Gideon. Jake, naked and chained, was moaning and writhing as his locked cock, bouncing up and down from the force of his father's animalistic thrusts, began to leak thick strands of cum. "Oh fuck Dad, it's happening, I'm cumming!" screamed Jake. It was a heavy volume of semen and after several spurts, the flow subsided. Semen was now running over his plastic cage and onto his wet, already seeded cunt. Gideon, keeping buried within his son, began to smile. "I told you the ritual was possible son, you just needed faith. After shedding some demonic influence, your soul is lighter, do you feel it?" "Er. Sure..." said Jake, playing along. "So, does this mean I'm free now. Can I go?" Gideon pulled his long tool out of his son slowly, before gathering his clothes and stepping out of the cage. "What do you mean free?" said Gideon nonchalantly as he closed the cage door. Jake was panicked now, fighting against his still taut chains. "You imprisoned me here to do your stupid translation of a dumb "ritual", trying to get me to cum in chastity from fucking. And it's done. So let me out." Gideon merely shook his head. "My dear boy, did you not read my notes I left you? The ritual has to be repeated as often as possible until you are completely free of evil. Don't worry, it will be easier now that you've done it once." "I don't care about that," snapped Jake. "How long are you going to keep me here?" "The ritual should be completed over the course of a year or two." Jake, stunned, stared slack-jawed at his father. "Two years?" he eventually exclaimed. "Dad, you've gone insane! This isn't about my salvation, you're just a repressed creep who wants to fuck his own son!" Gideon now wore an angry expression. "I warned you son, about the dangers of lust. But you didn't listen. And now it is up to me to fix you. I don't want to do this, but it is my duty as a father to save you, which means keeping you caged and fucking you every night for the next couple of years." Jake, the fight having gone out of him, simply hung his head. Gideon's demeanor changed at seeing his son act so dejectedly. "I'm sorry it turned out this way son, I do love you. Now, have some food and get some rest. Tomorrow, we do this all again."