The Grand Duke of all the lycans in the realm, sat everwatchful on his
stone throne. In his hands he held a golden locket and his eyes were lovingly
fixed on the youthful and handsome face staring back at him. Outside in the
Great Hall, a loud commotion could be heard and his grey-blue eyes slowly gazed
upon the heavy iron doors that led into his chamber.
He already knew who was coming to see him
and most importantly, why...
"I'm sorry to
interrupt you, your Grace. Lady Ione is here to see you, but I've already
explained to her that you don't..."
The Grand Duke
interrupted his Private Secretary and waved his right hand in the
"It's allright, let
her in. Let's see what she has to say this time."
He watched in
silence as his granddaughter entered the cold and drafty Throne room and fell to
"I throw myself at your mercy, Grandfather. I
beg of you, to please release my son from Acheron tower."
I saw nothing but disappointment and failure in my
granddaughter. And as much as I love her, at this moment I can't tolerate her
presence, much less seeing her.
"Your son is an idiotic imbecile and a total
disgrace. He has brought great shame to our family name and he's very lucky I
haven't chopped off his head...yet!"
I watched as Ione sobbed uncontrollably and a flood
of tears fell from her beautiful sapphire blue eyes. I felt nothing at her
emotional display, my heart had actually turned to stone, due to her treachery
you, come and ask me for this? Your son will stay locked up in Acheron, until I
find the proper punishment for his unspeakable and heinous crimes."
please. I will do anything you say, I'm very sorry to have gone against your
orders, but please reconsider..."
so furious, so beyond anger that I couldn't believe that Ione had such
insolence. I felt as if my blood was boiling, I was so enraged that I hadn't
even realize that my nails were digging deeply into the stone
The whole room
trembled as the Grand Duke roared in fury. At that very moment, the doors
of the Throne room burst open and the Private Secretary stepped quickly and
announced the arrival of a much expected and welcomed
"Your Grace, General Alan Buchanan has
arrived. Should I escort Lady Ione out?"
Lady Ione's sapphire
blue eyes shone brightly and dangerously.
"Don't you dare touch
General Alan Buchanan
entered the cold, toxic and inhospitable chamber. He was dressed sharply in his
uniform and it fit perfectly over his colossal and muscular form. He wore the
colours and kilt of the Mackenzie clan, a deep and elegant Royal blue.
He had long ago, swore his life, loyalty and allegiance to the
Mackenzie clan during the Great
Lycan Wars. He had fought fiercely and
bravely, alongside the Grand Duke and his grandson Ryan. Over the years, he had
risen through the ranks and had been highly rewarded for his faithfulness,
honesty and devotion.
His upbringing however,
had been a poor one and he came from a destitute and beggared clan. His family
had lost much of their lands back in the 13th century, because they couldn't
afford to pay the heavy land taxes. So, it had been up to the eldest son, Alan
Irvin Buchanan to enter the Lycan
Army and help support his large family.
He has just turned 15 years old
when he enlisted in the Army. Alan had lied about his age in order to join, but
since he had laboured
alongside his father in the fields
from a very young age, he had pysically developed quite
This was not an uncommon occurrence with young, strong and virile
male lycans. Especially, those going through the change, but none-the-less at this very
young age, it was still pretty rare. So, that by the tender age of 15, Alan had
the body, size and stamina of a ripped, strapping, full blown, adult male
Unlike the spoiled and
wealthy sons of the nobility, who only joined the Lycan Army to collect more
titles and impress the opposite sex, Alan joined to better himself and that of
his family. In the
end, Alan had come from a
poverty-stricken clan, who slowly and patiently rose to became one of the
wealthiest, most recognized, and loved lycan Generals in a very, very, long
Over time, Alan developed unique character traits that were true to
the nature of a born leader. He had principles he lived by, and religious
values that were true to his heart. This noble young man had become a
great leader, a man who could guide, support and inspire confidence in his men,
in and off the battlefield.
His attractiveness, charisma and great
character made others follow him, but it would be his other traits that made
many male lycans want to join the Army and be under his leadership and command.
Alan has determination and a frame of mind to succeed, and with the
integrity of being an honest man. He is upright individual and has always
maintained a neutral and most important, impartial character. He has learned
many lessons and has followed the advice of his predecessors. He knows the
importance of patience and to allow things to develop as they should, and to put
away resentment which only gets in the way to true
He's also a very caring and
thoughtful man, who has helped many lycans and
humans as well in times of trouble and need.
In his difficult position he
also learned to develop forgiveness and pardon many insurgent and rebellious
lycans during the Great Wars, who later owed their life and that of their
families to him.
Alan is a diligent man with a very clear vision
and foresight. He's also assertive and takes initiative with the confidence to
accomplish what needs to be done, come hell or high water. He has a ferocious
tenacity to stick to his purpose and focus on the job at hand. He's persistent
to exhaustion in the achievement of his goals and in his many campaigns, he has
obtained both success and failure, but he has overcome those failures and
learned from experience.
And finally, over the centuries,
Alan has proved time and time again, his knowledge, confidence and great
instinct in the art of warfare. His courageous, keen and cunning
intelligence were a rare talent and gift that he possessed in the battlefield.
His loyalty and trust were admirable and for being a responsible, enthusiastic
and decisive leader, he was dearly loved, embraced and treated like a second
grandson by the Grand Duke.
Lady Ione turned to face General
Buchanan and gave him a look of
great animosity and coldness.
And as much as she hated him, she also lusted profoundly after him.
There was no question in her mind that Alan was indeed
extremely handsome, virile and one of the strongest warriors in the land. But,
his lineage would always be tainted by the fact that he came from one of the
poorest clans in the land and in her cold, piercing, sapphire blue eyes, he would never rise above
that. No matter how many medals, land and titles he collected over the
At Court the women yearned for his
touch, persued him for a lover and were willing to do anything to bear his
children. But, Alan loved his independence, peace and freedom too much.
Besides, he wasn't the type to settle down with either a man or woman.
Men also stalked Alan, but it was for the most part, the young lustful
and oversexed male lycans that desired him as a lover. The other males simply
wanted to be around him and to be in his inner circle. Many, highly respected
him and trusted his word, decisions and opinions.
The General bowed
deeply towards the Grand Duke and then towards Lady
"Your Grace, Lady Ione. Good evening to both
Lady Ione deeply
curtsied at the Grand Duke and walked over to face the General.
an extremely and expensive taste in the clothes she wore. Her clothing always
had to be Haute couture, a one of a kind creation and vintage Christian Dior,
nothing else would be tolerated.
This evening, she looked radiant in a
full lenght gown of rich red charmeuse and chiffon. She wore a matching stole,
that showed an air of sophistication, beauty and pure elegance.
long, beautiful and slim gown was lavishly encrusted with rubies and clear
dazzling crystals, which created a blaze of sparkle on her seductive and
provocative body. Her fully lined skirt had a high slit in the front and a
lavish, long train in the back and to finish off the perfect complements, long
red satin gloves.
Her elaborate jewelry, featured dazzling pearl
earrings and a tiara encrusted with rubies, diamonds and pearls. She also
wore the most dazzling necklace ever seen, given to her by her Grandmother. The
magnificent and unique necklace, called the Red Splendour Diamond.
red diamond is extremely rare and this one was by far the largest of red
coloured diamonds in the world. It measured 5.11 carats and
it dated all the way back to the 11th
Century. A magnificant gift given to the Grand Duke from a Sultan from the
Middle East. The Grand Duke then gave the necklace to his much loved and adored
wife the Grand Duchess, Enya as a birthday present.
Lady Ione's lush
auburn curls cascaded around her shoulders, creating a stricking contrast to her
impeccable ensemble. And as she slowly approached the General, she looked
tenderly into his beautiful hazel eyes and slapped him hard across the face.
The sexual energy between the two of them was electrifying...
"I know it was you, Alan that captured and threw
my son in Acheron. I will not forget that..."
The General's face stung where
she had slapped him. He wanted so much to kiss her on
those ruby red lips, even if she despised him at the moment, so
he moved closer to her and spoke
softly into her ear.
"I was following direct
orders from the Council of Elders, don't make this personal. You know very well
what serious crimes your son has committed, and I'm sorry to tell you Ione that
your son cannot
allowed to roam free...ever
Ione once again, curtsied deeply towards the Grand Duke and then the General.
She stormed off into the hall, as the heavy iron doors closed behind
I watched mesmorized, as Ione glided away down
the hallway and out of sight. It's strange that even after all this centuries,
I still have feelings for her.
I remember vividly the day I was
introduced to Ione. It was a beautiful and warm day in May and a dinner
celebration was being prepared in my honour at Court, I had just been made Captain of the Royal Guard
it was love at first sight and I wasn't the only one that got that had been
enraptured and enthrall by Ione's beauty. When we first started seeing each
other, she told me that we had to be discreet for appearances sakes, but I knew
reason. To put it simply, she
was and still is ashamed of my background, but I cannot let my feelings towards
her affect my judgement and most importantly, my career.
Even at this
moment, I can still smell her soft and alluring perfume, Poison by
Dior lingering in the air. No woman has ever had that effect on me, but then
again, Ione is no ordinary female lycan. She comes from one the wealthiest,
oldest, intriguing and most powerful clans in the land.
hypnotized and captivated many men at Court with her alluring beauty and
perfect hourglass figure. A ravishing beauty, that stands at 5'9", weighs120
lbs, with a 22" waist and the heavenly measurements of 34D-25-35. Ione is fucking perfect in every fucking way.
From her radiant and long auburn hair, to the flawless porcelain
white and unblemished skin. And let's not forget the mesmerizing sapphire blue
eyes and those pouty, gorgeous red lips that could shame the red, red rose.
At Court, she has been nicknamed Lady Nightshade by her rivals, because
just like the flower she is very beautiful, but just as deadly.
The Grand Duke, once
again sat on his throne and waited patiently for General Buchanan to come back
to reality. Once Ione's bewitchment wore off.
I really don't
know, why Ione acts and defies me in this way. Maybe, it's because she took her
father's death harder than her twin brother, Ryan.
Ione was afterall,
my son's favourite. I know parents should not prefer one child over the other,
but my son Àedàn was never one to follow reason.
know Àedàn was devastated
when his wife died in childbirth and when Ione grew into
a young lady, she reminded him alot of his dearly departed wife.
showered her with lots of attention, patience, understanding and ofcourse, love.
However, he also lavished and spoiled her with many gifts, clothes and jewels.
In the end it was the same story, whatever Ione wanted and desired, she
Ione could never do anything wrong in her
father's eyes, even when it was apparent that she was guilty of something. On
the contrary, it was always Ryan who was the instigator, the troublemaker, the
one pulling the strings.
But, bringing her up this way was to have severe
consequences in the future. Consequences, that my son never got to experience
with his daughter, but I wasn't so lucky, I was to bear the brunt of it all.
As Ione grew up, she became a conceited, arrogant, overbearing and even cruel
Ryan, God bless him
was to be an almost exemplary Grandson.
I did say,...almost.
The only issue I had with the boy was that once
he reached his cycle, his sexual appetite was ravenous and insatiable. I often
had to implore him to keep his cock inside his pants. I swear that boy was in
heat 24hrs a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year.
No one in Court,
man or woman was safe from his alluring, charming and seductive animal
magnetism. He deflowered more virgens, both male and female than I care to
remember. Between both of the twins having their cycles, I thought I was going
to suffer a nervous breakdown, I was completely at my wit's end.
handled his father's passing, fairly well. At least that's how it looked and
soon after, my grandson left the world of a child behind and begun his tutoring.
As the next male heir to the Mackenzie dynasty, it was to be on his shoulder to learn how
to govern justly, to look after his family and all the Clans in the land, and
lets not forget, to learn the art of war.
As the next ruler, Ryan would
be the Head of all the Clans in the land. He was to have supreme authority over
the courts, be Commander-in-Chief of the Lycan Defence Forces and even have the
power to appoint his own cabinet, ministers, judges, diplomats, and
training in the Royal Military College started at a very young age, Ryan was 14
years old. And it was during Medieval times that he started his training in the
use of weapons and most importantly, the skills to handle a sword, lance and
shield in combat.
Ryan became a fast learner and a quick study. He went
on to learn the hard duties and responsibilities of his birth right
and he was also to
face the most difficult task of all. To rule, control and have complete
authority over the nobility of the Lycan realm.
Even though their father's body was never found,
we have long ago given up hope to find him alive. The last I heard of my son
was a letter I received at midnight on October 13, 1307.
stated that there was a rumour going around, that the medieval fortress of La Roche-Guillaume located near the Syrian
Gates in what is now the Hatay Province of Turkey, was to be invaded and
besieged under the orders of King Phillip the IV
of France and with the holy consent and sacred seal of the Pope.
All of the Templar knights were
to be arrested and brought back to France, dead or alive. And it was in the
Court of France, where they were to be held and tried under charges of treason
Even after all these centuries, I can still remember the
false charges laid against them...
The veneration or
worship of an idol called Baphomet.
- Homosexuality and sodomy: That in receiving brothers into the
order, or when about to receive them, or some time after having received them,
the receivers and the persons received practiced obscene kisses on the
mouth, navel and buttocks.
- Blasphemy: That at their first reception into the order, or at
some time afterwards, or as soon as an opportunity occurred, they were induced
or admonished by those who had received them within the bosom of the fraternity,
to deny Christ or Jesus, or the crucifixion, or at one time God, and at another
time the Blessed Virgin, and sometimes all the saints.
- That the templars made those whom they received into the brotherhood, spit
on a cross, or on a representation or sculpture of the cross and an image of
Christ, although sometimes those who were being received spat next [to it].
- That sometimes they urinated and trampled,
and caused others to urinate, on this cross, and several times they did this on
These were the most serious
charges. The ones that would seal their fate...
Even after all these Centuries, the
fall of the Templars is still a mystery. It may have started over the matter of
a loan, King Philip IV, King of France needed cash for his wars and asked the
Templars for money, who refused. Philip never forgave them for that and soon
after started to plot against them. The King even tried to get the Pope to
excommunicate the Templars for this, but Pope Boniface VIII
It was rumoured and I believe this now,
that Philip then sent his right-hand man, Guillaume de Nogaret to "persuade" the
Pope, who later died from the wounds inflicted by de Nogaret. The next Pope,
Benedict XI also refused to be bullied by the King of France, but he died later
died of poisoning. The next Pope, Clement V, agreed to Philip's demands about
the Templars and both started their plot to destroy the Knights
son Àedàn, was The Marshal of the Order. He was the Templar
in charge of war and anything that was related to it. In this sense the Marshal
could be viewed as the second most important member of the Order after The Grand
Master who was the supreme authority of the Templar Order and answered to
none, save the Pope.
The Knights Templar, were a
monastic order who professed Christianity and assumed the duty of protecting
Christian pilgrims and merchants travelling through the Holy Land.
They also undertook to protect
the traveller's lands, castles and other properties back home. When pilgrims
failed to return from their journeys, the property would pass into the Templar's
permanent possession. As a result, like other holy orders founded on a vow of
poverty, the Templars soon became very rich.
Within a couple of decades the
Knights Templar became an order with the backing of both the Pope and the
collective European monarchies. Within two centuries they had became powerful
enough to defy all, but the Papal throne. They were feared as warriors,
respected for their piety and sought out for their wealth.
Due to their vast wealth, the
Templars essentially invented banking as we know it. Usury(the lending of money
for interest) was forbidden by the Church in those days, but the Templars were
able to skirt the issue and finance even Kings.
Perhaps due to their vast
wealth, or fear of their seemingly limitless powers, they were destined to be
In the letter my son sent me,
he was requesting aid in the form of soldiers. He wanted my best men, my most
trusted and powerful lycans to come and help fortify and protect the fortress.
However, sadly to say that help arrived a week too late and by the time General
Nial Patrick MacDuff, reached the fortress of La Roche-Guillaume nothing was left but, ashes
Our scouts found hundreds of charred bodies of the
cursed and dammed Children of the Nephilim. My only guess, is that
they were summoned by the Pope to do his bidding. He is afterall, the only
human authority on earth they still somewhat, obey.
It looked like the Knights
Templar put up a worthy battle and fought 'till the dying end. We buried many
Templars, but not my son, his body couldn't be found anywhere. From the many
wounded knights that we stil found alive, all told the same
The last they saw of my son,
he was in the courtyard, were he was fighting an Army of Nephilim. Soon after
that, the fortress exploded and collapsed under rock and fire.
I gave orders to General
MacDuff, to offer the "dark gift" to any dying or wounded Knights Templars. If,
they decided to become Lycans they were to be brought back to Scotland were they
were to be embraced into our many Clans. Not surprisingly, all of the injured
and dying Templars willingly embraced the lycan race, and their new
My men intercepted many ships
heading back to France. These ships held captured Knights who were freed and
given the same choice, if they wanted to join their Templar brothers and become
a new, stronger, more powerful race, and still be faithful and fully devoted
to God, they all
In all the ships that we
captured, none held my son and none of the other Templar prisoners could tell me
if he was out there on another ship, dead or alive.
The loathsome Nephilim were
tortured to extremes for any information. No human being could have tolerated,
or endured such barbaric pain, but then again the fucking Nephilim are not human
and they have an astonishing immunity to pain. They would rather die, than ever
concede defeat and confess. So, since they refused to reveal anything, they
were slaughtered and dumped into the sea.
was still under Ione's alluring, scent spell. Some female lycans(the notorious
ones) are infamous, for mixing sweet perfumes and oils for the purpose of
bewitchment. They use these potions to attract, hypnotize and coerce the more
willful, ancient and more powerful male lycans for whatever suits their needs or
In my case, I think my granddaughter thought that she could bring
me under her control by using her sinister potion on me. She should really know
better, after all these centuries, older lycans like myself are immune to such
stupid tricks and enchantments.
Come to think of it, maybe I should throw
her in Acheron along with her worthless son, just to teach her a fucking
snapped from the spell and looked wildly around the
Sorry, your Grace.
I must have dozed off there for a second."
I sat back on my throne and held the locket close
to my heart.
"Well? Do you have
something for me, General Buchanan?"
General Buchanan set his leather
briefcase on the table and took out some papers. My heart was beating so fast,
I wanted to hear good news, for a fucking
"As of this morning, my men have
reached Ryan's compound. And as per your instructions, we have set camp 6 miles
away from his cottage. My men should be secure and shielded by the heavy
vegetation and hills. I'm sure Ryan is not aware that..."
I had to smile and nod my head, as Alan
stared at me confusely.
"My dear boy,
how long have you've known Ryan? Both of you practically grew up together and
you know him better than anyone. Trust me Alan, he already knows you're
Alan closed his
eyes, sighed and took something else from his
"Do you think he'll do
anything to my men? I mean, with all do respect your Grace, Ryan made it very
clear to you that once his son came of age and entered his cycle, that you
were not to have any contact with
your great-great-grandson, until Ryan was ready to make the
I felt a flood of anger rush through my body again,
and stood up.
"I KNOW THAT,
"I'm sorry Alan, I shouldn't have lost my
temper. It's just that it's been tough and really unfair, that for 14 years I
haven't had any
contact with my
great-great-grandson. Not a letter, phonecall, e-mail, visit, not even a
fucking photo...that's very cruel."
Alan nodded as he took a step
towards me and handed me a large
"Then I hope this is a small
comfort, your Grace."
I took the
brown envelope from his hands and tore at it quickly. My eyes filled with
tears, as I saw my salvation looking back at me.
Alan was smiling and
reading his notes.
"Bryce is doing well, your Grace. He's
a healthy, tall, goodlooking and a very smart young man."
I couldn't take my eyes off the
photos of my great-great-grandson. I mean, I knew this kid would one day turn
out to be very handsome. Afterall his father's genes spoke volumes, Ryan is an
impressive, imposing and attractive lycan male and his mother a
gorgeous supermodel, who can only be categorized as the epitome and embodiment
of female perfection . Mix these two gene pools together and what you get is a
stunning young man, Bryce Skye Mackenzie.
"Do you have any
idea, if Bryce has been told yet?"
Alan looked at his notes again and closed the
"No, your Grace, that I don't know. However,
Bryce turns 15 years old this coming saturday and his cycle should start that
same evening. It's also a full moon, so his transformation will be a powerful
one, being the firstborn son of an Alpha male."
I lowered the photo of Bryce and looked into Alan's
glowing hazel eyes.
is to be protected at all costs, General Buchanan. No matter the risk, be life
or death for you and your men. Nothing is to happen to my great-great-grandson.
Is that clearly understood?"
Alan shook his head in
"Rest assured your Grace,
that your great-great-grandson is in good hands. I and my men, will not
let anything happen to Bryce, I swear to you."
I slammed my fist on the table so hard that it broke
in half, sending papers and glass goblets flying
"I will rest, Alan...when I have Bryce
under my roof and under my protection. Until then, you and your men have their
Alan once again
nodded his head in agreement.
"May I speak freely, your
I looked up at
Alan and sat on the throne.
"Well, Bryce is...ummm, what I mean to say, is that his mother is
human and Ryan is an Alpha werewolf. *(clears throat)*
This has happened before to other lycan families and the lycan gene was not be
present in the offspring. So, your great-great-grandson, may or may
not carry the lycan gene in his
blood, your Grace. And even if he does have the gene, then he'll be a
I stood up and
my eyes glowed with caution. I had to interrupt Alan before he said something
he might later regret.
"Be very careful how you end that sentence, General Buchanan. You
might just have to answer to Bryce one day..."
Alan smiled and dropped
"Understood, your Grace. Well, the jet flies out this
evening and I should arrive at Ryan's compound by dawn. I will keep you updated
at all times and if you need to get a hold of me, your Secretary has my private
I bowed deeply and excused myself.
"If that is all, your
Grace. I need to prepare some things before my flight."
"That is all
General, I leave in your hands and trust you with my most prized possession, my
great-great-grandson. Please, look after him and Alan, do have a safe
I bowed once again towards the Grand Duke and walked out the
door. As I left the Throne Room my mind was all abuzz and I wondered if Bryce
really is the salvation to the Mackenzie dynasty, at least that's what everyone believes, even the Grand
Does this kid really have it in him to guide and rule all the lycan
clans in the land? Does he have the leadership, commitment,
ambition and high morals to endure all the hardships of being the next
Grand Lycan Duke? I guess only time will tell.
Canada here I come...
deep within the walls and covered by an ancient tapestry, Lady
Ione had been watching the scene unfold between the Grand Duke and
"So, Ryan's son is coming into his cycle. We shall see..."
Silver Lake, British Columbia
I stood mesmerized and frozen while looking at my dad as he started to undress.
Looking at him from across the room made the
his physique even more powerful and dominant. He got out of his navy blue
plaid flannel shirt very slowly, while moving his hands as if in
slow-motion. It was like he was doing this on purpose and
putting up a private strip show for me. His pouty red lips were
curled in a cocky smile and his sapphire blue eyes were a
slightly glazed and glowing faintly.
He was softly speaking to me about the many things we would be doing up here,
but I only heard bits and pieces. Something about
kayaking, whitewater rafting, fishing and camping under the stars,
etc. But, I didn't clearly hear a fucking thing, it was like I was in some
sort of a trance, or in a
perverted surreal dream watching my dad get undressed, and that's
when I started to get sweaty, bothered and very hot.
My dad slowly unbottoned his
shirt, while pausing for long moments between each button. He did
this extremely and teasingly slow while baring the cleft between
huge and bulging pecs. A deep ravine between two
steeply rising bulks of hard muscle that flexed and strained with each
movement of his arms, which were also covered with an inpenetrable
thick mat of light brown hair. But, the fur on his chest was
as dark as night, yet it glowed and shone like precious silk.
the shirt fell open allowing me to see more of my dad's powerful and
hairy chest. It was at this moment that I felt the heat in
room increase with each new inch of naked flesh that was exposed
to my hungry eyes, and that's when the air around us begun to sizzle.
I think I heard myself gasp, when he finally let the shirt fall
over his shoulders and he stood before me in his full glory. He
had his hands on his hips and was proudly bare-chested, then
all of the sudden and by accident? an obscene moment occurred.
His giant and uncut dick exploded out of his fly. The mammoth cock looked even
bigger and thicker in front of the fabric of his jeans,
which clung tightly to his heavily muscled and hairy thighs. And as
his enormous cock became immodestly exposed, my dad simply
laughed and winked at me.
"I guess the python needed some air, eh?..."
I didn't say anything, but I think I smiled. My throat had gone
dry, I couldn't speak and I certainly couldn't even swallow my own
spit. I don't know if it
was the shock of seeing that huge cock, or the lecherous and
licentious way in which he was exposing himself. But I was left
and unable to think, I certainly felt dazed and very fucking
confused. Yet, in my own perverted way, I also felt immensily
proud that I resembled my
father in many, many ways.
For one, we had exactly the same hair colour, which was a
light brown shade with different highlights of auburn.
Our facial features were also identical, the same nose,
jawline, cheeckbones, forehead and I certainly took after my dad in
the cock department. It felt splendid and I was immensely proud that just
like him, my cock was quite
large and uncut.
I guess the only difference were our eye colour,
where his were sapphire blue, mine were violet(from mom's side),
but there was certainly no fucking doubt that he had indeed fathered me.
His torso was magnificent and a massive sculpture of long, lean
and hard musculature. An elaborate and finely chiseled
combination of wide planes, deep indentations and elegant curves.
Admiringly, my eyes roamed over his bursting pecs, bulging
deltoids, flexing lats, hard abdominals and the thick bull neck
that spread into broad and heavily muscled shoulders. His huge
and iron-strong arms were covered by a network of visibly-lined,
flesh-rippling veins that throbbed and pulsed with blood and life.
My dad was certainly an amazing man to look at and admire.
From the deep drop of his broad and muscle-packed
shoulders, to his small waist and his masculine hairiness. His
body was adorned with a luxuriant fur of dark brown and
auburn shiny hair, which was almost
everywhere on his torso. The hair even spread over to
the the huge slabs of his
steel-hard, and meaty pecs in the pattern of two spiral galaxies
eccentrically around the darkly hued peaks of his large manly nipples.
And his nipples were the fucking size of large pencil erasers, and these were fucking sexy and yet looked hard,
erect and very fleshy. But his nipples were almost lost in the thick mat of
brown and auburn hair. Under his collarbone two currents of virile hair met like
rivers that ran high and then flowed down through the deep cleft
divided his muscle-plated upper chest into two parts, and ran
further down over his muscle etched belly clinging to all the curves
ravines of his muscled six-pack, like a dark and frozen waterfall.
Thick and stiff hairs also coated his
powerful and muscled arms. And not just his forearms,
but also his impressively developed upper arms, the dark
forest of hair even covered the skin above his bulging triceps.
two hard mounds of his grapefruit-sized biceps were hairless and looked
therefore even bigger and fatter.
In my mind, I
could picture my father as a dark, mysterious and enigmatic
predator. A hunter that was lurking and stalking his
prey, ready to jump
and pounce at any second. A wild and powerful
animal, huge and massive in size, yet capable to move and
strike at lightning speed,
frightening in elegant power and ruthless beauty.
Oh, yeah, this man
could cast a spell over anyone
. He could order you around
and you would follow him obediently like a lost puppy. Never
your eyes away from his hot and muscular body and his huge,
Finally, my dad stood only in his bulging and waaay
too small white briefs. And as he
turned around and layed his clothes neatly on my bed, I caught a
glimpse of those full high-riding buns, which were
only covered by the thin white fabric.
A fabric so well-stretched, that you could clearly
see the cleft between his muscular
ass-cheeks and with a seam that looked like it would rip apart any
second and in
my mind I had already seen it happen.
I saw how the worn fabric tore apart and
gave way. I saw myself staring down into the deep crevice that separated
those two strong and taut buns and imagined his ass to be as hairy as his arms,
chest and legs. And so I pictured his ass crack, as a dark precipice filled
with brown and wiry dark hair that looked even darker than the hair on the rest of
his body because of all the sweat that gathered there.
Suddenly, I felt a big lump in my dry throat and even felt
faint. The fog in the room was getting thicker and thicker. I
desperately wanted to open a window just to get some clean
and fresh air in
the room when suddenly the phone rang.
My dad smiled at me and excused himself.
"It's probably one of the guys. I gotta take
the call son, but you can go ahead and start undressing. I'll be right
And with that he left the room in his underwear.
I shook my head from side to side and tried to shake this haze that
was encircling me. As I became more aware and focused, I walked
over to the window and opened it.
Aaahh, the fresh air never felt so good.
I looked towards the bed and I
saw my dad's shirt just laying there. Cerberus sat on the edge of
the bed, looking at me curiously while wagging his tail.
Great, even the fucking wolf felt that something unnatural going on!
wanted to pick up my dad's shirt and smell it. Something
dark and impure within me was telling that it was allright to pick it up. It was some sick
and perverse pleasure, a maddening desire that was strongly pushing me to
do this unnatural and unhealthy act.
I was about to grab his shirt, but I stopped and froze motionless as a familiar voice, spoke softly in my head.
"Don't do this Bryce. He is your father, you have to fight this urge...fight it!"
I once again, stood motionless and kept shaking my head side to side.
The voice was right, what the hell am I doing? He is my
father! I can't do this! This isn't fucking right!
But this urge
was too much
control and way too powerful to deny. I was sweating buckets, my
balls were aching and the feeling in my groin made me
look down and that's when I freaked out!
fucking shit! All this time I've had a boner? Did my dad
notice the raging hard on that was clearly visible in my pants?
Did my dad see me in this fucked up condition?
That didn't matter right now, I had to touch his shirt! I
held it in front of me with slightly out-stretched arms,
gazing down on
it and my mind once again went completely blank. I could
however, clearly hear my dad's voice coming from downstairs.
was husky, very deep and extremely sexy.
"Yes, dinner is almost ready. Yeah, the other guys will be here
shorthly, so you can start making your way here..."
I realized that my heart was racing like mad and as I picked up
the shirt, it felt hot and damp in my hands. It
felt hot because the
heat of his body was still in it, and damp because it was soaked with
sweat. I turned it slowly around in my hands and noticed that his
body, that strong, hairy, all-male body had left an amazing
variety of marks on
the fabric. There were two elongated stains that were
clearly separated by an
equally long dry patch that had set atop of his heavily muscled back
and even the six-pack on his flat and hard stomach had
left a blurred mark on the worn fabric.
And there were of course the two very large stains under the arms, where
the material was really soaked, soaked with his
My fingers traced
over the dark spots and I shivered as the fluid coated the sensitive
on my palm and fingertips. My breathing became somewhat strained
whole body became alive with an strange, indescribable and
prickled with an electric excitement and at the same time fear of what
I was doing, but all of this caused my cock to twitch in my
briefs. Slowly I raised the cloth to my face and then everything
flipped over, I realized that my dick got harder and harder
and that it
swelled with almost painful rapidity and intensity with every inch my
and the shirt approached my nose.
I inhaled slowly and my mind reeled as the smell, his smell
more intense. And then I did something that never in a
million years would have believed I could do...I buried my
face in the damp and hot fabric. I took
the deepest breath in my whole life and filled my nostrils
with the heavy scent of my dad's sweat.
And that did it for
me, my dick which was tucked securely away inside my shorts
was now rockhard. Actually it had gotten harder and thicker
then ever before, engorged to almost agonizing dimensions and it
with uncontrollable excitement as it leaked with pre-cum like a broken fucking
faucet, coating my belly and staining my white briefs.
The scent of his shirt, was a mixture of cologne, deodorant, body
soap and his overall masculine body. The scent
was beyond heavenly, it was smelled amazing and so wonderful
that I felt my knees buckle. I once again, heard
the soft voice in my head...
"Bryce, please I beg you to stop this! Stop this right now, before it's too late!"
Fuck, this voice was annoying!
I already knew that I had already crossed the
line and given in to some unholy sin.
I had stopped caring about what was right and wrong, and I
knew that I was heading in a downward spiral and straight
to hell. And so I inhaled
again, but this time more slowly and pleasurably and with the
utmost enjoyment, almost methodically and eager not to miss a
single one of
all the atoms that contributed to this mind-boggling, male scent.
Once again, I felt
the thickness of my throbbing erection which was painfully confined in
pants. I heard
myself groan and the sound was stiffled since the shirt was all
over my face. Acting on impulse, I opened my mouth and my tongue
and licked at the soaked fabric. I was running my
tongue over the damp, hot
again and again, until I had the taste of this man...my dad
on in my
mouth and on my
This was even better than his scent, this was more fucking
. It tasted salty, more male
and I took some parts of his shirt in my mouth and
started to chew on it. I was soaking the shirt with my
spit, so that all of his sweat
would be washed into my mouth and that I could gulp it down. I
groan once again deep in my heaving chest, and realized that I had
thrust my pelvis forwards and looking for something that I could
press into my
lap and rub against my achingly hard and jerking dick.
Something that would
make me cum, and fuck did I want to cum, right then
I once again heard clearly my dad talking on the phone below.
"Allright then, so we'll see you soon. Yeah, drive safely..."
Holy Shit! My dad is on his way up and he can't see me this way!
Panic hit me and I had to find a place to hide while my erection
subsided, there was only one place to
I ran into the bathroom and locked the door
behind me. I was sweating so much and I didn't understand what
had come over me? Why the fuck, was I acting this way? As I
leaned against the door, I could see myself on the bathroom mirror and I had a very strange look on my face.
My face looked almost possessed, this
wasn't me doing this! The image reflected on the mirror, simply
grinned at me and automatically one
of my hands came down and pressed against my bulging crotch.
NO! This isn't fucking right! I'm not doing this right now!
But the thing
looking at me across the bathroom, simply smiled and nodded, yes
My right hand had a mind's of it's own and it squeezed my
throbbing dick hard and lewdly massaged my balls. As
against the door, I tried to catch my breath and make
sense of what was happening to me. Why am I acting this way?
Why am I doing this? But, somehow I couldn't think straight
no matter how
hard I tried.
smell was still in my nostrils and on my
hands, it seemed to
surround me. His scent was now filling the bathroom
and becoming stronger and stronger,
suffocatingly and maddeningly strong, actually. Looking down at my body, I could see the huge
bulge at the front of my pants and I felt the thick shaft throb and
jerk while coating my belly with even more sticky pre-cum.
closed my eyes and tried
to concentrate on something that would distract me, images of me
failing a test, or walking into class naked, seeing one of my teachers naked, anything but this! But
that didn't last long, suddenly images of my dad's overpoweringly
strong body raced
through my filthy mind.
I saw his broad shoulders tapering down to his small
hips and huge bulging pecs that were covered with a thick mat of brown hair
glistening in the sun. His mighty biceps were shining with sweat along with the hard
muscles of his flat and hairy stomach. I saw myself standing in front of this magnificent body and there was sweat
everywhere on this man. Sweat that had appeared on all these bulging and flexing muscles,
coating his skin and gathering in drops in the wiry hair on his chest, arms, stomach
And I was there for a purpose, I was there to lick him clean.
To lap up
all this male sweat, to scoop up this smelly fluid with my raspy tongue
gulp it down until his body was shiny with my spit. And I pictured
doing this job and doing it well, I was sticking my tongue out
enthusiastically while my rockhard
dick trembled between my thighs, as I lapped at his goose-fleshed
skin. Running my outstretched
tongue over his hairy stomach while dipping into his navel
his sweaty, lemon sized balls. I felt delirious, as I
licked at his strong thighs and sucked at his
hair and arm-pits.
I pictured his taut, deep-dimpling ass-cheeks, flexing and
turns under the thin fabric. I saw my dad's huge bull balls
that were so
tightly confined in his pants and tenting them in a really obscene
way. And I started to fantasize about my dad's cock, which
it had now become the object of my affection, his prick
was still hidden from my
eyes by the thin and well-stretched fabric.
His leviathan of a cock was so fat and
thick, that it was impressive even in it's soft state. The
weight of his colossal monster was arching heavily down to
in it's own weight. And in my twisted mind,
I saw this jumbo of a cock popping once again from his pants,
throbbing and jerking erratically in his right hand.
huge mushroom shaped head was slippery, shiny and oozing
pre-cum and my dad was smearing the pre-cum over the smooth
and sensitive skin with his long fingers that held the
pulsing shaft in a tight grip. He was squeezing it hard,
pumping it and milking it for more pre-cum, while making it swell
thicker and fatter.
That's when I pictured the most depraved image in my mind, so far.
I saw my dad cumming in front of me, shooting his
warm sperm right on my face. I was down on my
knees before him, over-awed
by the sight of his cock and worshipping him. He
towered above me like a God and he was jerking himself to
a fast climax with quick strokes, as his massive bull balls were
and forth between his wide-spread and hairy thighs. I saw
ovals of his testicles draw close to their base as he froze, and
threw his head back in a
silent cry of ecstasy.
And that's when his precious cum started to erupt out of the gaping
piss-slit. Volleys of glittering thick and white jism appeared, gushing
forth like the fountain
of a blasting geyser, shooting up and racing through the
air approaching me and flying
forward towards my face. I almost felt the impact of crashing
globs of jism
on my cheek and on my heaving chest. His warm sperm
was hitting my skin and running down in a
small rivulets while coating my brow, cheeks and neck with a
thick layer of
hot, smelly cum...his cum...my dad's hot cum.
His sperm was on my
face, neck, chest, it was fucking everywhere on me! Then
quite suddenly the images changed and I saw myself, squatting on
my heels again
only this time my hands were on his strong hips and my mouth was spread
wide open. My head was bobbing as I sought his giant dick and
caught it with my
tongue as it snaked it into my hungry and gaping mouth. My dad
thrusted forward until the
thick and throbbing shaft went deep down into my throat
and my nose was
buried in his dark brown crotch-hair.
His big hairy balls were pressed
against my chin and his spasming, jerking dick was buried to the hilt
tight-gripping mouth. My raspy tongue swirled and washed over the
hugeness of his throbbing erection, sending a wave of excitement
his masculine and powerful body. I saw myself drawing back on the
thick shaft that
forced my lips wide open, so wide open that my jaws ached and the
at the corners of my mouth felt like it would tear apart.
was craning and my eyes unblinkingly open, since I wanted to
see every movement of his
rippling, bulging muscles. I wanted to observe every
fleeting expression on
his handsome face and I longed to stare in his lust-glazed eyes,
while he began
to fuck mercilessly my face. He was crazy with lust, as he
drove his fat, hard dick back into my straining and aching
throat with one long and forceful lunge. He would puul
it back quickly, only to shove
the huge rod back into me again...and again...and again.
And my hands were busy as my mouth. They
were strocking his
hairy body everywhere, kneading his heavily muscled thighs and taut
buttocks. I was enjoying measuring the impressive weight of
his huge balls on my open hands. And with my palms, I would
bounce them while closing my fingers around them in a
tight grip. Pulling the sensitive ovals gently down
and squeezing them until he
would gasp, and his hands would come down hard clamping on my
while the movement of his hips took completely control of my
mouth, impaled by the throat-stretching fullness of his wildly jerking
cock. And he would start pumping with relentless energy,
driving and fucking
harder and deeper into my wet consuming mouth and my throat was
fucking eager to shoot
his load into me.
I saw myself wrapping my arms around his thrashing hips
and holding him
close while I sucked hard, harder and yet harder. I
was determined to make him
cum in my mouth like he had never cum before in his fucking life.
tongue over the smooth skin of his rockhard, deep-driving dick with
increasing intensity and working at his throbbing manmeat like a
maniac. Taking him all the way into my throat, tightening every
possible muscle to make him cum...to cum in my mouth...in me.
While these images raced through my mind, I pulled the shirt
over my face and inhaled the damp shirt again.
The scent was so overpowering, I simply couldn't
control myself, his scent was beyond intoxicating. And
at the same time
I fondled myself, stroking my hard on through the
straining fabric of my pants. This was too much for me, I
had to cum, had to cum right then and there and with my
dad's shirt spread over my face.
I was almost sobbing
with excitement, as I yanked my rockhard cock out of my pants,
circling it with
trembling fingers and levering all ten fat inches into the
open. The thick shaft jumped and jerked and seemed to swell up
even more, as I
groaned deep down in my chest and held the rod in my hand for a long
without moving. Feeling it's heat and the pulse of my blood in my
while slowly inhaling the scent of my dad's sweat.
Quickly, I yanked my shirt up over my pecs with one hand, while exposing
smooth chest and stomach. At the same time I shoved my pants
and briefs down to my
knees and breathed deeply. I grabbed my thick meat,
wrapping a tight fist around the
base and squeezing the shaft hard. It jerked and twitched as
I moaned and saw more filthy images of my dad's dick.
sick image of his giant fiery prod, convulsing, spasming
and glistening with my
spit, deep-driving between my clamping lips, battling with my stroking
tongue for room in my wet mouth and ready to explode with a
roaring torrent of
cum right on my tongue.
I raised my hand to my mouth and spit a
generous glob of slimy saliva into my palm. I then lowered
my hand and wrapped it around my dick, smearing the hot lubricant
sensitive and steel-hard shaft. I moaned as my hips
wanting more of that good and wet feeling making my dick all
up. I started to jack off with rapidly and long
strokes, becoming hotter
and hotter with a tight-fisted movement. I jacked, up and down the
thick and pulsing shaft and with my free hand, I pressed my
dad's shirt down on my face,
inhaling deeply and enjoying the strong masculine scent, while groaning with
My eyes were tightly shut, seeing in my mind the image of dad who drove
his hard dick deep down into my straining mouth with relentless
force. I pictured him trembling with the agony of cumming in my
hard-sucking mouth. Whimpering with lust as his hard muscles
froze with shiny and dripping sweat, I almost seemed to feel the first explosive
of cum shooting out of the swollen, dilated lips of the cockhead and
my mouth to the point of overflowing. I saw myself starting to
gulp and drink down my dad's hot cum while more of his jism
erupted from his throbbing
dick, while volley after volley of his cum washed thickly and creamy
My cock jerked in my hand while I licked over my lips again and again,
tasting my dad's sweat and my own again and again. Pre-cum
all over the head and down the pulsing shaft. I felt that I was going to cum in a few
minutes and I was going to cum like I had never cum before. My breath became fast and short
guts rolled with insatiable hunger for his hunk of a fucking man, for my own
fucking father who had conquered me just by leaving his smelly shirt
behind. Words began
to form themselves in my head and I began to say them. It wasn't
me doing the talking, even though the words were coming out of my mouth.
And so I
began a soft chant of filthy words while taking sniffs at his shirt in
between. Inhaling the mind-blowing smell of my dad's sweat, my voice
shaking with excitement...
"Ohhh...this...this smells so fucking good!...so unbelievable fucking good!...I'm...so
fucking hot...so unbelievable fucking hot!"
"I...can't...get enough of your smell, dad. I want more of you...not just your
smell....not just the stinking smell of your sweaty shirt. Yeah, it's
good...very good...that's for sure...but it's not fucking enough...not nearly fucking enough
"I want more, dad. Much more...I want to lap at your
skin. fuck, yeah...I want to lick the sweat right from your skin and from your
fucking hairy pecs!"
"I want to drive my tongue deep down into your damp, and hairy
ass-crack. I want to lick up all the sweat that has gathered there and lap with my tongue at your
clamping and sweaty asshole. Stroking it...teasing it...and then shove my
tongue deep down into your ass...eat your ass out and rimm your hole with my
I had no idea, why this filth was coming out of my mouth.
I could see myself leaning against the bathroom door, and I had
this delirious and perverted look on my face. I had no control
over my body and the disgusting words coming out of my mouth...honestly.
"I want you to fuck my face! Fuck it, hard, deep and fast! I want you to
cum in my mouth...yeah, right in my mouth. I want you to drown me with
your hot cum and force me to gulp it down!"
"I want to gulp down
your sticky cum...milking your meat with my mouth...your rockhard
dick...in my mouth!"
"I want to feel that big cock pulsing, throbbing and spurting hot, boiling
cum down my throat!"
"I want to feel your sweat drip down on me, on my
face and on my lips which are locked around your giant dick. And right
at the same moment, right then when you cum in me and you give
your juice, I will cum too. I will cum harder then
ever before...spraying the floor between your feet...with a sea of
cum...globs of my jism everywhere!"
"Ohhh...dad,...I can't hold.. hold back...I'm close...so fucking close now!"
"I'm...gonna cum...cummm...cummm for you, dad!"
"Come on, dad! Give it to me! Give your dick! I wanna taste you! Feed me
your cock...fuck my mouth...and then feed me your cum!"
My body convulsed and trembled and with one quick movement of my
spread my dad's shirt over my chest and stomach. I
held my hot,
jerking dick in my other hand and watched with unblinking eyes, as
creamy white and thick spunk blasted out the piss-slit of my dick.
The thick globs of cum sailed through the air and sprayed everywhere.
My dick resembled the eruption of a volcano. I
imagined something out of the last days of Pompeii, as I
sprayed cum all over the bathroom mirror, the countertop, the floor and
even the fucking walls. This was fucking weird, this had never
happened to me before, my dick kept having spasms and my balls still
felt full, like I still had one or even two healthy young loads still
brewing in my balls. My hand kept jerking my cock for more
release, even though I tried telling my hand to stop, but I had no
fucking control of my body.
So, I once again fired off my dick and cum went flying into
the towels, all over the floor and even the fucking ceeling?
The fucking ceeling? What the fuck?
My cum smelled quite strong, stronger than usual, actually. It
was also alot thicker, creamier even in it's viscocity, it
kinda resembled white paint...was this fucking normal? I
tried in vain to keep my dick from shooting, but instead got
sperm all over my hands, arms, stomach and legs. Once again, my
balls still felt full, how the fuck is that possible?
And so I
and came and came. I was moaning and groaning loudly, while my body
was writhing. I was having more severe spasms, while
also convulsing and shaking uncontrollably.
I hadn't even realized but my dad's shirt was completely soiled with
my sticky, thick cum. There were spurts of jism everywhere on it, seeping
through the worn fabric while adding the smell of my hot cum to the heavy
fragance of his sweat. And I thought that these two male scents
blended extremely well.
My balls felt as though my very guts had been shot out of my dick, I felt fucking weak
and spent. I fought for my breath while my hands ran over the sticky, soiled
shirt that now smelled as strong as me and right at that moment I heard my dad's voice outside of the door:
"Bryce, son? Are you allright?"
I froze, closed my eyes and
came back into reality. After a moment of shock and silence, I somehow managed to croak...
"Ye-ah..., I'm just taking a piss..."
Taking a piss? Is that the best I could do? Great, now my dad is going to picture me pissing!
OH, MY GOD! What the hell am I going to do? I'm trapped in
the batroom and covered in cum. I can't let my father see me
this way! How long had he been in my bedroom? Did he hear
There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.
"You've been in there for quite some time, son. You sure, you're fine?"
Oh shit! I need to clean up. I can't go out there covered in cum!
"Ummm, yeah. I'm fine, I'll be right out, dad."
I ran over to grab a towel from the bathroom countertop and almost
slipped on the cum that was now covering the entire bathroom
floor...shit! I'm going to have to clean up this later. I
grabbed one of the towels(the one with the least amount of cum)
and turned on the faucet. I used alot of warm water and soap to get cleaned up as best as I could.
All this time, I was worried that my dad was waiting for me outside.
Fuck, I have to hurry up! Once I looked allright, I combed
my hair, splashed cold water on my face and walked towards the door.
I opened the bathroom door and turned crimson-red, as my dad stood
outside of the door. I closed the bathroom door very quickly
and felt my heart take a leap. The man of my newly
wet fantasies stood extremely close to me standing bulging white
briefs. And damm
, his strong body seemed to
vibrate with vitality and raw sexuality.
He smiled at me and looked towards the bathroom.
I only shook my head and nodded, yes.
"Yeah, when you got to..."
He once again smiled that beautiful smile and finished my sentence.
"You've got to go,...I understand."
I smile and looked at him,...if he only knew.
My dad then casually sat on my bed and patted Cerberus, who was still looking at me suspiciously. He then
threw me a look that made me blush a deep scarlet red colour.
In the rush of getting out of the bathroom, I had forgotten that I
and also in my briefs. My pants were soaked in cum as was my
shirt, so I had taken then off and left them in the bathroom. So,
there I stood in front of my father, smelling of lilac soap and half
His gaze was still fixed on me and he seemed to like what he saw? A faint
smile passed quickly over his lips and he raised his eyes-brows quizzically
while his eyes roamed freely over my exposed chest, legs, back and buttocks.
"Wow...look at you. You're not a little boy anymore, are you?"
My dad gave his voice a deliberate sexy tone at the end of the
sentence. I had to clear my voice before I could speak again and
I was trying to prevent myself from moving my hips because I still
feel a bit of cum trickled down my inner thigh. I
gulped down hard and looked up at him while the small rivulet of cum
slowly crept down my left leg, gave me goose-flesh all over my body.
For fuck sakes!
"Yeah...you could say that...dad."
I mimicked his blurred
tone, thus putting a strange emphasis on the end of my sentence too.
He looked at me really puzzled for a brief moment, taken aback by
sudden change in my attitude and smiled at
My dad was looking at me in a strange way. At first it
was just a short glance out of the corner of his eyes, but then
he looked at me again right away. He leaned closer to the edge of
the bed, and with his
thickly muscled arms crossed in front of his wide and hairy chest.
His gaze firmly on me and that stopped me short in my
tracks. I guess that it was not just that he realized I was
bare-chested, but I felt that something
more important happened during these brief seconds.
He looked at me, as if he took
notice of me for the very first time. I mean really
took notice of me as a
young man, you know...not as a fucking child, not as his son, but as
someone who was in
some way...well, his equal. His face was still without any overt
expression, but I sensed that his mind was suddenly set on other
things and that he was surprised, really surprised by my
sight, as if a stranger suddenly claimed to be his son. He saw
that it was me, but yet had difficulties to recognize me, his
Slowly his eyes roamed over my shoulders, my arms, my bare and
smooth chest, my bulging pecs that flexed involuntarily under his
gaze, my flat stomach and even further down to my crotch and to my
muscular thighs. Nervously, I crossed my legs to hide the
gleaming trail of
cum that sneaked down at the back of my left thigh.
Still, his eyes were set on my
almost naked body, and then I suddenly realized that I liked to be looked
over like that. I felt his gaze on my skin like a touch that sent tiny,
and pleasurably sparks of excitement throught my body. And that made my heart beat
faster and faster and my chest swell with joy and pride.
Also my nipples got hard and the hairs on my arms started to stand
on end, it felt great; I felt fucking great! And I decided at that
moment, that I wanted to feel like this
again. If it meant that I had to show off my body, then I would
do it! I
vowed to do it, right then and there! I inhaled deeply, while
flexing my muscular pecs once again and smiled at dad
broadly. Our eyes locked for a moment and then the vaguely
expression in his eyes disappeared.
He smiled at me too, warmly and nodded
at me for no apparent reason as if silently approving of something I had
achieved or done extremely well. And so I felt very proud and pleased that he was
obviously pleased with me. but then my dad reverted his eyes and the very special moment that we had silenty
shared was over.
"That's my boy! Well, that was Nial MacDuff on the
phone. He's on his way right now and the rest of the guys should
be coming over soon, so we'll have to dress quickly."
"So, this is what we'll be wearing tonight..."
My dad pointed to the kilt and other items on neatly displayed on the bed.
He was about to say something, when he froze and his eyes caught the attention of something.
"Bryce, what is that around your neck?"
He lunged forwards towards me and stood extremely close to me.
I guess my dad didn't know the meaning of personal space, because
our bodies were so close that I could even hear the faint sound of
his heart beat, and smell the soft scent of his cologne.
"You mean this?"
I held the silver medal pendant on my right hand and his eyes shone
brightly as he looked at it. Was he angry? upset? I don't
"It's a silver medal of St.Michael the Archangel."
He would look at the silver medal and then at me. Back and forth, back and forth...why is he acting this way?
"Son, who gave you this silver medal?"
I looked at my medal and raised my brow.
"It was a gift from all the teachers of St.Andrew's. It was given
to me by the Dean of the school, Father Donald Callahan."
Something was wrong. His smile was gone and the tone of his voice spoke volumes.
"Dad? Are you allright? Does the medal offend you?"
My dad gave me a nervous smile and nodded his head.
"No, son. I'm just surprised at the gesture of the school.
I mean, that looks like a very expensive gift for a young man."
Why is he lying? What is he keeping from me?
"Well, Bryce...I can keep that medal in a safe place if you
want. I mean, you wouldn't want to lose it up here, would you?"
I nodded my head. He was right, I wouldn't want to lose it, but I really liked my medal and I didn't want to give it up.
"Ummm, no thanks dad. I'll keep it with me, I don't plan on losing it
and besides the chain looks like it is very strong."
My dad was eyeing the medal and then the chain.
"Yes, it is a very strong chain that they gave you..."
His eyes looked hurt...
"Allright, son. If you want to wear it...that's fine."
My dad turned away and walked over to the bed. He picked up the kilt and held it in his huge hands.
"So, let's start then, the kilt is a traditional garment of Scotland.
Your ensemble for tonight consists of the kilt ofcourse, a belt,
jacket, ghillie brogues, kilt pin, hose with flashes, sporran(which is a type of pouch)
and the sgian dubh, which is a small sheathed knife that is worn in the
top of the right hose. The word sgian dubh comes from the Gaelic
meaning, black knife."
"Now, the word Clan is the Gaelic word for family
and these clans belonged to the Highlands of Scotland. In simple
terms, clan society evolved from earlier Celtic tribes and each
clan had it's own land-owning Chief, who would then lease his land
to poorer families. These families would rent the land
from the land-owning Chief and in return for this they got the
protection. The clansmen would pledge their
allegiance and when called upon, would turn out to fight in the Chief's
"Well, I don't want to bore you with a history lesson, Bryce. But, the most important
thing to remember when wearing the Highland evening dress is that it
represents a proud heritage...your heritage. Is that clearly
I nodded and understood what he meant, don't fuck it up! I was paying so much
attention to what my dad was saying, that I hadn't noticed that
Cerberus was acting strangely. My dad's eyes followed mine and he
also saw Cerberus all agitated and jumpy.
Cerberus kept sniffing the air in the room and was getting more
agitated by the minute. That's when I remembered that dogs have a
strong sense of smell and this was no dog, this was a fucking wolf!
So, he must be getting high on the scent of my cum that now
drenched the entire bathroom.
My dad walked over to the bathroom and stopped right in front of the
door. While smiling and looking at me, he patted Cerberus head
"Allright boy, calm down. Look Cerberus, if you can't behave, you're going to have to wait outside."
Cerberus was looking at me and then at my dad. Fuck this wolf, he's going to ruin everything!
"Allright, let's go boy...outside. Bryce and I will be right out Cerberus, now go and patrol or do something..."
And with that my dad closed the bedroom door, while I heard
Cerberus whine and head downstairs. Phew...that was way too fucking close.
"Allright, where did I leave off?"
My dad walked over to the bed and did a very strange thing. He
raised his head high and took a sniff of the air in the room as he
looked towards the bathroom. He didn't say anything, he simply grinned
and continued with his instructions.
"Now comes the shirt and you should only wear a white, plain
style collared shirt. Either with a button or cuff link style and
try to keep the shirt simple. So that means no pleats
at all, or any colour trimmings and the shirt should also be worn with
a black bow tie. Once you got your shirt on, put on the kilt
and slide your hands up, and under the kilt and pull the
shirt down as far as it will go."
I copied my dad in all his movements and felt like I was five years learning how to dress appropriately.
"Then you can put on the
kilt hose, garters and your black
leather shoes. The hose turnover should be above the calf, but
not covering any part of the lower knee. Never, ever wear white
kilt hose, which is regarded by many as an abomination and should
only be worn by pipe bands. Cream hose is acceptable as are any
colours that tone in with the jacket or kilt. Diced or tartan
hose can also be worn."
"If you wish to wear a sgian
, then it is normally worn in the right stocking. It can be worn on the left
leg if you are left-handed. Are you left-handed son?"
I shook my head from side to side.
"No, I didn't think so. Remember that this is a weapon and
like any weapon, it should be treated with respect, yet also be
accessible to you. Now this this sgian dhubh used to belong to
your Grandfather, it has alot of sentimental value to it, so please
don't lose it."
I looked at my dad and carefully held my Grandfather's knife in my hands...cool.
"As for your footwear, the smartest footwear
with evening dress is undoubtedly
buckle brogues. When I spoke to your mom a way back, she told me that you're a size 11 in dress shoes, is that correct?"
"Ummm yeah, size 11 in dress shoes will fit fine."
My dad handed me my black leather brogues and they had that brand
new smell. The smell of new leather and they were heavily polished,
that they shone in the light.
"Wow...you're going to turn fifteen years old and already a size 11. You're going to be a very big boy
I smiled and noted his deliberate sexy tone once again at the end of the
"Yeah...I guess so...dad."
I had to mimick him once again. And so I also put a stong emphasis at the end of my sentence too.
He once again looked at me and happily smiled at
kilt comes next and this is worn
firmly by the straps and buckles at the waist. The hem should come to the crest
of the kneecap thus showing the knee."
"The sporran strap should be put through the sporran loops at the
back of the kilt and with the chains, it should be brought forward
to attach them to the rings at the rear of the sporran. You then adjust
the hang of the sporran by means of the rear strap and buckle. It
is most important that the sporran is worn high and not midway down the
"Last but not least, the coatee and vest should then finish the evening
Highland dress outfit. And look at us, a pair of heartbrakers, eh?"
I looked at myself in the mirror and then at my dad, he looked
incredibly handsome. I, on the other hand looked
like I was an extra for the movie Braveheart
I felt kinda dumb, like it was Halloween and I was dressed up to go trick-or-treating...
My dad took a blue velvet box from his jacket pocket. It
was beautifully decorated with our family emblem and
tied with a white satin bow.
"These, Bryce are the final touch to your ensemble and they both
have a very special meaning."
I held the satin box in my hands and untied the bow. As I opened
the box, I could see a beautiful chrome brooch of a peacock.
"What you have in your hand, is your animal symbol. It is a
brooch that you wear on the right shoulder and for generations all
Mackenzie men start of with the peacock as their symbol."
I inspected the gorgeous brooch and I was beyond speechless
at the amazing detail. A majestic peacock, set with
brilliant cut diamonds, amethyst for eyes and emeralds for it's
tail feathers. The crest of the bird was set with sapphires and
radiant rubies. The peacock stood on a branch of flowers
and these were made from were pink sapphires and citrines...wow.
There was a latin inscription below, that read.
"Immortal, incorruptible, chaste and always pure of heart"
"The peacock is a symbol of purity, virginity and chastity, and we all begin pure..."
My dad lovingly stroked my right cheek and ran his index finger
over my lips. He then took the brooch out of the box
and pinned it on my right shoulder.
"The Celts had a strong bond to the powers of nature, and they would
call forth the unfathomable powers of these natural beasts to
attempt to understand the otherwise incomprehensible natural cycles of
the Earth. So, they looked to the beasts of the earth, sky,
and sea to find teachers, friends and healers. Along with this
fascination and almost worship of animal symbols, the Celts revered
Nature itself, be it in the form of plants, animals, or elements."
"And so the Celts believed the animals were there to teach them how to live in harmony
with Nature itself. And it was through animal symbols, that they sought to commune with
both the seen and the unseen."
"So, my dear Bryce these brooches that you'll see everyone carry,
they represent a person's true personality in animal form.
In time my son, your
animal symbol will shine through. So have patience son, your
animal symbol will appear, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, next month
or in a few years, but you will
My dad smiled warmly at me, as he towered over me and played with my
hair and that's when I noticed my dad's brooch. His was of a
at the moon and the wolf had emeralds for it's eyes. The
inscription underneath read,
"Teacher of new
ideas and wisdom. Intensely loyal,
deeply passionate, gentle and with a balance of
The other item inside of the box was a gold pin of a sword with my birthstone, the amethyst.
"The kilt pin, Bryce is worn in the lower right corner of your kilt(above your right knee)
. The pin helps to give the front apron a little weight to keep the apron down when
the wind gusts."
I looked down and saw my dad's kilt pin. He had the same sword, only with an emerald as his birthstone.
"Allright, so just a few more things that I want to clear up.
Ruffles are not suitable to wear with the coatee and vest.
If you have any medals for example, then they are to be
worn on the left breast and these should be miniatures.
Waist belts with a silver buckle are not required when wearing a
waistcoat, but if you wish to wear a belt then it is recommended you
have the kiltmaker sew on two, two-and-a-quarter inch belt loops beside
the sporran loops at the back to avoid the belt slipping up and over
the top of the kilt, creating discomfort and continual adjustment."
"And in case someone(and it will happen)
inquires as to what do you wear under the kilt?"
I smiled at my dad and already knew the answer. Although, if my
dad and I wore briefs...did Uill wear boxers, briefs or did he
"There's a saying son, that goes..."You're not a real Scot unless you're bare
under your kilt. Well, this saying should be thrown into the same wastepaper basket as "You're
not a real Scot unless you put salt on your porridge", but it's a humorous
subject that's always guaranteed to raise a giggle or even a shriek...sometimes even an
"Traditionally of course, nothing was worn under the kilt. That tradition was passed on to the
Scottish regiments and nothing was worn under the kilt in military circles
unless dancing was involved, or public-access parades were taking place in high
winds. So, you really have a choice to wear or not to
wear boxer shorts or briefs. Common sense and a regard for others should rule
the day and remember, it's one thing to go 'bare' when hill walking but to do the same when
attending an evening function that involved vigorous dancing, could lead to the
charge of exhibitionism and scant consideration for the social comfort of
The doorbell rang and our guests had arrived. My dad must have
noticed my nervousness and he simply put his right hand on my shoulder,
looked me in the eyes and said.
"These are my closest and best friends, son. There is no reason
for you to be or feel nervous around them. Always remember that
they will always be there for you, if I'm not around. They are
like family...actually better
I nodded and sighed. I watched my dad walked out of the room looking so handsome and always with a smile on his face.
Well, it's showtime...
Downstairs the commotion and noise was deafening. Cerberus was
jumping all over the place and barking like mad. I stood next to
my dad and one by one, greeted our guests.
The first one to come through the door was a giant and Titan of a
man. He wore a gold medal around his neck with his family
crest and colours.
"Bryce, I'd like you to meet
Nial Patrick MacDuff. I don't know if your mother ever brought it up, but he's also your Godfather."
I blushed and remembered that my mom had mentioned that a
long time ago. She had also mentioned that Mr.MacDuff
had been my father's best man at his wedding, but she sensed
strange in him and didn't quite trust him.
"Yes, hello Mr.MacDuff. How are you this evening?"
Mr.MacDuff was a Goliath of a man. He was a bit taller than my
father, so he must be at least 6'7 ft and a very good
looking mature man. He
was probably around 55 or so and his hair was still jet black
hair with greying at the temples. He had emerald
green eyes, rosy/red cheeks and his beard was mostly black
but with a dusting of silver and grey
on his chin.
As I shook his gigantic hand, I could feel his rough,
manly and very calloused hands. I guess all those years
working at the
logging company would do that to you.
"Mr.MacDuff? I used to change your diapers, Bryce. Call me
Nial, or Godfather...even MacDuff sounds fine. Just, please don't
call me mister. You used to call me MacDuck when you were a wee
lad...even that's good."
A boisterous and loud raucous broke out and everyone started laughing.
"Allright, Sir...I mean, Godfather. Ummm...MacDuff..."
My dad stood next to Mr.MacDuff and both giants were eyeing me up and down.
"Nial is the Foreman in my company and he's been with me since the
very beginning. Isn't that right? you old bastard?"
Mr.MacDuff laughed out loud and nodded.
"Yes, that's true Bryce. I've been with your dad through the good
times and the bad. One example of the good times and the bad,
are your many marriages and divorces your father has been through, right...Ryan?"
My dad threw Nial a wicked smile and shook his head side-to-side.
As Mr.MacDuff towered above me, he patted me hard on my back and in a booming voice, bellowed.
"Shit, Ryan...will you look at how much your boy's grown? And
he's only fourteen...damm. You're growing in all the right
places, aren't you lad?"
I blushed, as I felt another heavy pat on my back.
Nial's clan colours were yellow and green and his animal brooch was the
eagle. The latin inscription on the brooch read,
"Fearsome, noble protector, carrier of prayers, visions and spirits."
The eagle had brilliant and fiery honey-yellow topaz for
it's eyes. His kilt pin was also a sword but with his family's crest and in the
middle of it, his birthstone...the topaz.
The next person that walked through the door was a tall brown
haired guy. The first thing that I noticed about
him were the colour of his eyes. His gorgeous eyes had
a very dramatic contrast, a bold green colour with two
different shades of blue flecks. And I swear that when he
looked at you, you'd think he was looking right trough you and he looked young for his age, he was at
least in his late 30's.
"Son, this is Ewen Alexander Macleod. His clan and ours go waaay
back, isn't that right, Macleod?"
Again, Ewen carried his family crest around his neck and as he smiled
warmly, he shook my hand. His clan colours were dark green and
blue. His kilt pin was also a sword but with his family's crest and in the
middle of it, and his birthstone...the aquamarine.
"Aye, brother. Our bloodline is an ancient one, as are our great families."
Ewen had a very sexy and thick Scottish accent. He kinda
sounded like the way the actor Sean Connery speaks...except sexier.
"Ewen, here is our I.T. guy at work and he's been working at the
company for a good couple of years. He's a nerd and has an
infatuation for technology, but don't hold that against him."
The animal symbol on his chrome brooch was the falcon. The latin inscription read,
"Ever persistent, a natural born leader, always compassionate...yet vain."
He's very handsome, so I can see
why his inscription would say that, but I can't believe that. I
mean, is it true that a person's personality shines through his animal
symbol, as my dad had said?
"Well Bryce, it's so good to finally meet you. Welcome to the clan, my little brother."
Ewen said all that so sexy that I felt butterflies in my stomach...little brother...cute.
The next one through the door was a platinum blonde stud. There
was no other way to describe this gorgeous guy, he was so
fucking built and so blonde that even the hairs on his arms and
were pale blonde in colour.
"Son, this is Iain Louis de Lyon, our accountant."
Wow...he spoke french.
I shook his hand and stared at his opaque, baby blue eyes.
"Tout le plaisir est pour moi."
Iain raised his brow and beautifully smiled. I guess, I caught him by surprise when I answered back in french.
"Vous parle français?"
He gave me a big cheerful smile and kept shaking my hand as he spoke.
"Oui, j'ai fait du français à l'école pendant des années."
His eyes seemed to give a softly glow. Iain seemed very pleased at my effort
to communicate in his native tongue.
Iain's clan colours were royal blue and white. His animal
symbol on his brooch was the elk and the latin inscription read,
"Strength, agility, freedom, power and nobility."
His kilt pin, however was different. It
was of a lion in royal blue and with french fleur-de-lys, a diamond as his birthstone and with the
"King of Arms"
Iain was about to say something, when Uill rudely pushed him out of the way and interrupted him.
"Move your bastard, français ass out of the way Iain. I've been standing at the damm door for the last ten fucking minutes!
My dad gave Uill a displeased look, but Uilleam's beautiful eyes were focused on one person...me.
"And last but not least son, our pilot...Uilleam Andrew McFarlane.
Which you've already had the pleasure to meet, I'm sure."
Uill stood by the door looking extremely handsome and
grinning from ear to ear. His family crest hung around a
golden chain, and the vibrant red colours were dazzling to my eyes.
"Yes, he has...well, hello Grendel. Look at you, you look great tonight."
Uill's tartan colours were a bright red and green. His animal symbol was the fox, ofcourse and
his birthstone the emerald.
The latin inscription under his brooch, read.
"Cunning, provider, strategy, quick thinking, wisdom, intelligence."
Uill pushed his way through all the other guests and right into my
face. I smiled as I looked up at those dreamy and soft pearl grey
"Yes...we've met. Thank you, you clean up very well, yourself."
And for some reason that I can't fully
comprehend or explain, I wanted to touch him. He was so close to
me that I wanted to stroke his rosy cheeks. His smile was angelic
and beautiful...and I got lost in those gentle grey eyes.
I came out of a daze to find everyone looking at the two of us suspiciously. My dad especially was not at all pleased, he had his arms crossed and was giving Uill a look of pure discontent.
"Yes, well...now that everyone has gotten acquainted, shall we head off to the patio where dinner shall be served."
Everyone made their way out into the patio, while Uill and I stayed
back. We watched silently as they all marched into the patio
and out of sight. I felt Uill grab me by my waist and gave me the
most passionate kiss, right on the lips.
I think I saw stars and all of the constellations in the heavens.
Here was a man grown, adult man kissing me and I didn't
mind. Actually, I pressed harder against him and wanted to taste
him even more!
"Whoa, young Mackenzie. We're in your father's house and we must show some respect. There will plenty of time later...to get better acquainted."
And with that our lips parted. I was left tasting his sweetness
on my lips and I had a hard on that was harder than steel. Uill
simply walked away and blew me a kiss in the air...damm!
When I joined everyone outside, the table was all set and ready.
My dad had gone to great lenghts and everything looked superb.
My dad and MacDuff, were setting the table with the meat dishes
and the sight of seeing lamb chops, stuffed rabbit and marinated
quail, kinda turned my stomach inside out. I was going to behave
and eat whatever vegetarian dish my dad had whipped up in the last ten
But my dad surprised the hell out of me, when I saw my dishes. One was Portobello mushroom and potato salad and the second, Zucchini with Miso Vinaigrette...yummy!
As we were all sat down in our seats. My dad grabbed a bottle of red wine and smiled in my direction.
"I've been saving this bottle for the last 14 years and it was
reserved for a very special occassion. It's finally time to
open it and I'd like to propose a very special toast."
As I sat at the other end of the table, I could see Uill looking at me
and smiling. The bottle of wine that my dad held in his hand, was a Château
Pétrus which sold for at least $1,600 a bottle and
is probably the world's most expensive red wine. I knew this
because it was a favourite of my grandparents to drink and boy,
did they love to drink it.
my son, Bryce Skye Mackenzie. May his coming birthday be filled
with much happiness, many blessings and may he inherit the special
gift. May he find wisdom, patience, compassion, understanding
and enlightenment in his path towards the future."
Everyone on the table raised their glasses and in unison, shouted out.
Time passed very quickly and the dinner was very enjoyable and delicious.
Everyone on the table was having a good time and laughing. The guys talked about
work, politics and ofcourse sports. There were plenty of questions directed at me, in
regards to my future plans about school, the courses I was taking and so on.
It was around 10:30 p.m. when my dad and MacDuff started to clear out the table. Ewen and Iain
were drinking like fish and arguing about their favourite hockey teams. I was enjoying
my second glass of wine and my head felt a little bit dizzy. I noticed Uill getting up from
his chair and started walking towards me.
"Hey there, Grendel. So, how did you enjoy the dinner being held in your honour?"
"Well, it was very nice. My dad did a great job, the food was terrific and the company..."
Uill, caught me off and smiled.
"Mediocre, common, so-so...I can go on Grendel."
His cuteness made me laugh and smile, I really felt at ease with
him. Ewen and Iain must have heard us laughing, because they
stopped arguing and looked in our direction.
Uill sighed and took my hand.
"C'on Grendel, follow me. Two's company,...four's a fucking crowd."
Ewen and Iain stood up from their chairs as we were about to walk away.
"Uilleam, a word brother."
Ewen called Uill over. Uill patted me on the head and gave Ewen a serious look.
"Be right back, Grendel. Stay put and don't move."
I wouldn't think of it, I wanted to be with him.
As Uill joined Ewen and Iain, he kept looking over his
shoulder and towards me. I could barely hear what they were
talking about, but Uill didn't seem to like it.
Uill left them quickly and obviously pissed off. As
he walked towards me, he grabbed me by the hand, pulled me up from the chair and we
"Don't go too far, Uilleam!"
That sounded like Ewen who shouted out.
"Hey Uill, what's going on? Where are we going?"
Uill sighed and stroked my cheek.
"Someplace, where we can have some fucking privacy, Bryce."
After running along many paths, we ended up in my dad's Zen
Garden. I'm still shocked at the size of this place and all the
beauty that it hides.
All this time Uill was strongly holding onto my hand and I could
the sweat of his hand running into mine, I tighten
my grip on his hand and he did
the same. I couldn't believe that this handsome man had any
interest in me, a fucking kid. Uill was gorgeous and could have any
guy he wanted, but he wanted to be with me...me! I felt a
connection between us that was hard to put into words or even describe.
We crossed over a wooden bridge and followed a pebble path
that led into a long and narrow pond. The pond had
a small cascade and was sorrounded with fragrant azaleas
pruned to simulate rolling hills. There was even a small,
adjacent tea house on the western shore and from here you had a
dramatic view of a dark, gloomy and majestic mountain.
As I tried to catch my breath, I looked up at Uill, and wondered what had him acting this way.
"Are you allright, Uill?"
Uill tood a deep breath and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine...you?"
"Yes, I'm good. Well, this looks like a pretty secluded
place and just look at the view. Uill, what is that mountain
Uill looked north and in my direction.
"That Bryce, is Witch mountain and you must promise me that you'll stear clear of it. Promise me?"
I furrowed my brow and my throat felt parched and dry.
"What? What's going on, Uill? Why are you acting so strange and what do you mean by stear.."
Uill put his big index finger on my lips and shushed me.
"Hush, little Prince. Now, listen Bryce we don't have a lot of time."
As I looked at those shimmering pearl grey eyes, I wanted so much to
kiss him. I know he was trying to tell me something important,
but I couldn't concentrate. I wanted him badly, very, very
So, enough with all this fucking modesty. And with that I lunged at him and our lips met...the kiss was electrifying.
This was my first kiss and I couldn't have picked a better man than
Uill to be my first. My tongue was so far down his mouth, that
the poor guy was trying to push me off. Well that wasn't going to
happen, I wanted more of him...much more! I was drinking his
spit and I
wanted to taste everything...every-fucking-thing that Uill had to give
"Bryce, please...Bryce, you must control yourself!"
Uill was desperately trying to push me away. But, I was so hungry
for him that I grabbed him by his shirt and ripped it right off.
His chiseled and well-defined hairy chest was now fully exposed
in the moonlight.
"Listen Bryce...whatever happens tonight, you must remember that I'd never let anything happen to you."
I stopped wrestling with him and tried to calm down. I came around my senses and sat on a nearby boulder.
"Uill, you're not making any sense..."
His eyes looked worried, sad even.
"I have to be leaving soon, the guys as well. But, I'll be here
for you, when you need me. Please try to remember that..."
I looked at my watch and it was now 11:00 p.m.
"You're leaving now? But it's only..."
We heard a rustle coming from the bushes and Uill sushed me. Uill
kept looking straight into the bushes and even smelled the air?
Cerberus jumped out, wagging his tail and started barking loudly.
"Great...it's your fucking watchdog. That means your dad will be
here soon, so I need you to listen. No matter what happens
tonight, stay focused and don't be afraid...do not be afraid, Bryce."
I was going to ask him what the hell he meant by that.
But, as I opened my mouth, I heard my dad's
deep baritone voice coming from the bushes.
"Ahhh, so there you guys are."
Uill sighed and looked upset when looking at my dad.
"I guess Uilleam just wanted to show you the Zen garden. Is that right Uill?"
Uill didn't answer my dad. You could feel the tension in the air
and this wasn't good. My dad had his eyes solely focused on Uill
and vice versa. I didn't want this to get out of hand, or even
worse have my dad forbid me from seeing Uill, so I had to intervene.
"Ummm, yeah. Uill wanted to show me the grounds and I told him
how much I loved japanese gardens. Sooo...nice job, dad."
I don't think my dad even paid attention to what I had said.
Uill and my dad were still silently staring at each other. So,
it was up to me again to say something and try to avoid what
looked like a very ugly scene.
"Sooo, should we start heading back?"
My dad finally looked my way and smiled.
"Yes, we should. The rest of the guys are going to be wondering where we are."
Uill nodded and winked at me.
I didn't know how to act around Uill, now that my dad was around.
Would my dad suspect anything, would he do something to Uill?
But, Uill shocked the hell out of me and made the first move.
And as we headed back to the cabin, he once again gently stroked my
cheek. I felt that my entire body convulsed into flames, as I
felt Uill's touch.
I thought my dad would freak out and jump Uill for what
he had done, but he
I sighed in relief, as I saw my dad had fallen behind and was now
playing fetch with Cerberus. Thank-God, he didn't see
"So, you won't forget what I said, Bryce?"
I looked back and my dad was now picking up his pace.
"Ummm, no. I got it, but what did you mean by all that? Afraid...afraid of what?"
Uill was about to answer me, when my dad suddenly appeared at my side.
"So, Son...did you like your food? I haven't had much experience with vegan dishes, but I hope you liked it."
"Yeah, dad. It was great...thank-you."
By the time we got back to the cabin, the guys were drinking coffee and
telling jokes. Once we walked in, silence took over and all eyes
were on us.
"Ahhh, so there you are you son-of-gun. Did you forget that you were the designated driver, Uill?"
It was MacDuff that broke the tension in the air, but there was something about the way in which he said all that...
"No, ofcourse not. How am I going to forget, that I have to drive a bunch of wasted, and annoying drunks home?"
Ewen gave Uill the middle finger, while Iain muttered in french.
"Va te faire enculer..."
That translated into something really rude and crude.
They all started to make their way to the door, and my dad and
I thanked them for coming. Uill was ofcourse the last
one to leave, and as Uill waved goodbye my dad practially slammed the
door on his face.
I walked over to the patio and cleared what was left of the
dishes on the table. My dad was standing at the door and
watching me, I could feel his eyes digging into my skull.
"I'm sorry that Uill and I took off, dad."
My dad walked over to me and sat on a nearby chair.
"That's allright. Do you like him?"
The cup and saucer that I held in my hand fell on the floor and shattered by my feet. Oh my God...
"Ummm, I'm sorry?"
My dad sat back on his chair and crossed his massive and hairy
The candles on the table lit up his face and his face looked very
serious. The moonlight bathed his body with an
eerie blue glow.
I was fucking speechless. I couldn't answer him, my mind was making up words and sentences,
but nothing was coming out. I was trembling and my
knees felt weak. I closed my eyes and wished Uill was by my side.
"It's a simple question, son. What's the matter, did the cat got your tongue or did Uill get it first?"
When my dad said that, I honestly felt my heart stop.
petrified and couldn't even move. I felt my young life flash
quickly before my eyes, I could also feel cold sweat coming down my
back, and I thought I was going to fucking faint.
"Relax Bryce, you really need to learn to relax.
You've lost that healthy, rosy colour in your cheeks
and I know that Uilleam wouldn't want
that. I know how much he likes to touch them, dosen't he?"
Oh God...I'm going to throw up.
"Dad...I'm so sorry..."
My dad stood up and towered above me. I closed my eyes thinking that he was going to punch me or worse.
"Bryce, son...it's allright, I'm not upset. Uill,
however has a gift for causing that affect on young guys like
I opened one eye and then the other, slowly. By now, I was
expecting a fist or getting yelled at, or even worse being called a faggott but
"Bryce, leave the cleaning up for later. Why, don't we go for a
walk? I think it's time that you and I had a father and son talk..."
Father and son talk? What is he going to tell me?
My dad, Cerberus and I walked the same path that Uill and I had taken.
We were now heading for the beautiful Zen gardens and God
knows what I was in for.
We sat on a wooden bench and looked towards the direction
of Witch Mountain. The full moon gave it a very eerie and
spooky glow, and the fog coming down from the mountain didn't make it at
"Dad? Why is it called Witch Mountain?"
My dad casually looked at me and then the mountain.
"Because, that's where the Valmont witches live."
I laughed and looked at the mountain.
My dad stood up and smiled at me.
"Bryce, tonight...you'll learn about a different world. A world
that is like no other, a magical place that is often not seeing by
I gave my dad a look of pure confusion.
"Bryce, I'm very serious. I want you to pay attention to what I'm about to say, next."
I nodded my head and was expecting some joke, but my dad had a very serious and solemn look on his face.
"See that bridge over there, Bryce. That bridge leads to the
mainland and towards the beach. Once you cross over the bridge,
you'll find signs nailed trees that show the way
to the beach, so you can't get lost. Once you get to
the beach, you'll find a canoe and in the canoe you'll find
a map, flashlight, flares, lifejacket, GPS, food and a cell phone."
I had my mouth open and was trying to understand...
"Dad is this about Uill and I? Are you kicking me out?"
My dad shook his head and started to take off his shirt.
"No, son...not at all. But, it is time that I show you what we
are and what I hope you'll become on the eve of your birthday."
I sat there looking at my dad without his shirt and that feeling, that uncontrollable and unnatural feeling stirred within me.
"There is no easy way to say this son, no matter how prepared one is.
So, I'll just come out and say, it...I'm a werewolf."
I heard him, but I didn't understand him.
"Ummm...what? Is this a joke?"
My dad sighed and nodded his head.
"No, son...it's not. I'm a werewolf, your grandfather is a
werewolf, your great-great-grandfather is also a werewolf...as are all
my friends...including Uill."
I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. This must be a piss poor idea of a joke.
"I get it! You're fucking with me, right? Is this a fucking joke?"
"Now, Bryce. There is no need for that kind of language and no son, this is not a joke."
I stood up and slowly backed away from my dad.
"This is not funny, dad. I mean, If you want to joke around that's fine, but don't do it at my expense."
My dad's face resembled the same hurtful look that Uill had just a few minutes ago.
"The reason I'm telling you all of this Bryce, it's
because today it's your birthday. It's saturday now and
you're fifteen years old. If I'm right, then most
likely you carry the lycan gene in your blood, and the cycle of
the werewolf starts at the age of fifteen for most young males."
"ENOUGH, DAD! STOP IT! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"
My dad raised his hands in the air and took a step back.
"Calm down, Bryce. Please, just calm down...this is reason why I wanted you to spend your summer with me. It
was crucial that you were here on your birthday. You had to be
with me to walk you through this, your mother dosen't know about this.
She dosen't know about me, my friends and perhaps...I'll leave
this up to you, but she dosen't need to know about you, either."
I tried to cover my ears with my hands, but he just kept talking.
I took several steps back and was now scared shitless.
"I want you to get away from me! I knew, I shouldn't have come...mom was right, you are fucked up!"
I didn't regret it, when I said it. I mean, the man who called himself my father thought that he was a fucking werewolf!
"But, I am son and so are you. Search deep down inside of you, and you'll know that it's true."
His voice was inside my head. How is this fucking possible?
"It's possible, Bryce because as an Immortal, you will inherit many
powers that mortal men could only dream of. Telephathy is
just one power that.."
STOP IT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
My dad took one step towards me. I tried to get away from him, but I tripped on a rock and fell backwards.
"STAY THE FUCK, AWAY FROM ME! DON'T COME NEAR ME!"
"Bryce, try to understand that I mean no harm. You're my son, my blood...I would never hurt you."
I wanted Uil beside me. I needed Uill to save me from this deranged lunatic!
"I'm sorry son, if I'm scaring you, but that is certainly not the
intention. And as I said earlier there really
was no easy way to tell you this. You are a
every male son born to a Mackenzie has carried the lycan gene in their blood. It
was better that you learned about what you are, and what you
will become from one of your own kind, especially from your
father. I will be your teacher and teach you everything you need
to know, you will not face this alone. And now, I must
prove to you that I'm not bullshitting you..."
My dad who was now shirtless, started to get undressed under the moonlight. He took off his kilt, belt,
jacket, ghillie brogues, hose and even the fucking sporran off. He set his sgian dubh carefully on top of his clothes, and now stood only in his tight white briefs looking massive and imposing.
He flexed his muscles and stretched and with his right hand, he pointed towards the bridge.
"Remember son, when you run,...run towards the beach."
That's all he said. And that's when all hell broke lose.
My dad raised his head and his massive arms towards the sky. His
muscles rippled and flexed with every movement he made, and from where
I was standing it kinda looked like he was posing for a body building
Ryan Andreia Mackenzie, alpha male and Chief clansman of the Mackenzie clan!"
I thought my dad was truly derranged. The man I had fallen
in love with just a couple of hours back was a complete and fucking
But, in a matter of seconds something was clearly happening. My dad's
beautiful sapphire blue eyes shone extremely bright under the
moonlight and he was also getting taller, not by feet but by a
few inches. It was like he was growing right before me eyes.
Was this really happening? Is
this even fucking possible?
His white briefs ripped right off and his gargantuan uncut cock flew into the air
like a colossal torpedo. His massive bullsized balls, hung
heavily and looked like a pair of giant
lemons dangling between his muscular, powerful and hairy legs.
The hair on his arms, chest and lower body grew thicker
and darker. Long claws sprouted where clean fingernails had
once been, and you could clearly hear bones crushing as his transformation
evolved. His ears grew pointed, as did his nose, jaw, cheek
bones and forehead.
And that was enough for me.
Tears fell from my eyes, as my dad became a monster that I thought
only existed in nightmares and bad Hollywood movies. I could still
hear his voice in my head...run towards the beach, Bryce...run!
I ran as fast as I could towards the bridge. I didn't dare
look back, Cerberus was running at my side and the dog also looked
very spooked. As I crossed the bridge, I head the loudest
and scariest howl, I had ever heard coming from behind me.
I was in such a rush, scared and running so fast that I tripped on a fucking log and almost missed the first sign.
BEACH→ 1 km
I got up and kept running until I was out of breath.
Finally, another sign.
BEACH→ 60 metres
Holy shit, not much further...
BEACH→ 40 metres
That's good, I'm close. But, what if
this is all a game? What if when I get there, there's no
"Then I guess, you'd be screwed."
I jumped so fucking high that my heart leapt from my chest. Uill,
was sitting on a branch high up on a pine tree. He was still wearing
his kilt, but shirtless.
"Oh my God! Uill, my dad...he's...he's...a..."
Uill, swung himself from one giant branch to another and then smiled at me.
"Yeah, he's a werewolf. We all are...Bryce."
I heard another howl not so far away.
"You better run towards the beach, Grendel. You're a fast one, but Daddy is catching up to you!"
And with that Uill's grey eyes shone brightly in the dark forest.
As he smiled, I could see fangs where normal teeth once where.
NOOO! Not Uill...
"Uill, you're also a..."
He jumped down from at least 50 feet and landed softly and quietly on the ground.
Not a broken ankle, leg, not even a fucking scratch on him.
"Yes, buddy and that's what I was trying to tell you earlier. I'm
sorry, I couldn't tell the truth, but it was your father who
forbade us to say anything to you."
Another close howl.
"How could you, Uill? I trusted you, I really liked you!"
I couldn't even look at Uill's face. I ran again and headed
towards the beach with Cerberus still by my side. There was no
one coming to my rescue, this was all a trap...a game for them and I
was the kill.
My mom and grandparents would come looking for me...
But, then again my dad and his werewolf friends could make up any
story they wanted. We're in the Canadian wildnerness and the
story of a wolf attacking me and tearing me to pieces
was plausible and believable. No one, would ever really know the
truth...afterall, dead man tell no tales.
When I finally reached the beach, I collapsed on the sand. My
chest was in so much pain from all the running and I was completely out of
breath. I looked wildly and frantically for the canoe, but
the beach was covered with so much debris that I couldn't really see
much in the dark.
I wondered how many more minutes I had before my dad showed up. I
got up and frantically looked around for the canoe. The full moon was
covered by clouds, so I couldn't really see anything.
Fuck it! If there was no canoe, then maybe I could swimm to safety.
I've never heard of werewolves swimming after their prey, but how
long could I last in the cold water, before hypothermia set in?
As the clouds rolled away, the moonlight bathed the beach again.
I was about to take off my shoes, when I heard a noise coming
from the forest. Cerberus started growling loudly and even
"Shhhh...shut up, boy! Cerberus...stop it!"
My dad emerged from the forest and he was naked. He was in
his human form once again, and his humongous and mammoth cock and balls
were swinging back and forth like a giant pendulum.
I froze and Cerberus stood in front of me, while growling angrily and fiercely at my dad.
"I TOLD YOU, TO STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
One by one my dad's friends also came out of the forest. All of them shirtless and looking quite serious.
"Bryce...no one is going to hurt you. You're one of us, you're a werewolf. You're with family, son."
I shook my head sideways.
"No, no I'm not! There's no fucking way!"
I picked up a rotten log and swung it back and forth, like a baseball bat.
If I was a dead man, then I was going to go down fighting.
Uill took one step forward, and all the other guys looked at each other in surprise.
"Ryan, what if Bryce dosen't carry the lycan gene? What if he's mortal?"
My dad looked towards Uill and growled loudly and angrily at him.
Uill looked down and took a step back with the rest of the guys.
"Bryce is my son and carries my blood. He is one of us...end of discussion!"
I was now trembling and completely out of breath.
There was no way, that I could run back into the forest without
getting caught by one of them.
"You told me there was a canoe and supplies on the beach. I don't see shit!"
My dad pointed towards the shore and now that the moon was shining brightly, I could finally see the fucking canoe and supplies.
I walked backwards towards the canoe, never giving them a chance to
pounce on me by surprise. It was strange that none of them tried anything,
even Uill was standing far away and looking worried.
"Cerberus, get in the canoe, boy!"
I motioned the dog to get into the canoe and he obeyed.
I started to drag the canoe into the water and that's when I was hit
with an incredible surging pain. It felt my like my insides were
being torn apart, my muscles became rigid and it was extremely painful
"Bryce, what you're experiencing now is part of the change. The
pain will subside son, but you have to take off that medal that you're
wearing around your chest. The medal is preventing you from
starting your cycle and the pain will only get worse. Once you
take off the medal, the pain will
pass, please trust me."
I fell to the ground writhing in agonizing pain. I thought I was
going to black out, the pain was too strong. I got up again and dragged
myself to the canoe."
My dad would take small steps, while slowly walking towards me.
"Don't come near me!"
"Bryce, you can't leave like this. The pain will
only increase, you won't get far this way. If you continue, you
could pass out and you could even drown...please son, don't leave!"
"AArrghh! Fuck! This fucking hurts!"
I couldn't fucking breathe. My chest felt like a giant boulder was crushing it.
I took off my shirt and saw that the medal was glowing bright
blue in colour. The fucking thing was glowing!
"Bryce...it's the medal that is causing the pain. Please take it off!"
That was Uill's voice. My Uill...
"Uill...please, help me!"
I saw my dad grow taller again, and as he streched, he growled loudly at Uill. Again, Uill stayed where he was.
I fell down into the sand in agonizing pain. I tried to
touch the medal around my neck and rip it off, but as soon as
I touched it, it burned my hand. The fucking medal was scorching
As I lay on the sand, I could see Uill looking at my dad. Once my
dad gave him permission by a nod of the head, Uill started walking
towards me. The rest of the guys also started walking in my
direction and soon they were all towering above me.
Uill tried to tear off the chain. But as soon as he touched
it, the chain once again glowed a deep blue colour and burned
his right hand badly.
"For fuck sakes! It's no fucking use, the medal is bewitched Ryan. It has some sort of fucking spell on it....look at my hand."
Uill was right, the medal had left a really ugly burnt mark on his
right hand. The smell of scorching flesh made me want to vomit
and I did.
"You'll be allright, little Prince. I'm here, now...you're safe."
I was in Uill's arms and I nuzzled up to his warm and soft hairy chest.
I smelled his chest and it was amazing, the pain was actually
I couldn't even look at my dad. I couldn't comprehend what
was going on, and I was expecting to wake up from this terrible nightmare
anytime soon. I wanted to be in my home and in my bed...but, my
Uill was here and he made it all better.
My dad was sniffing the air and he looked concerned.
Ewen was now also smelling the air.
"Yeah, I got the scent as well..."
I had my arms around Uill's neck and he was carrying back to the forest. Uill also sniffed the air and looked worried.
"I smell him too. Male...not a mortal"
Sniff, Sniff, Sniff...
Uill looked really, really worried and kept sniffing the air.
"Uill what's wrong? What are you guys doing?"
I tried to copy what Uill was doing, but all I could smell was the salty sea breeze coming from the ocean.
"Shhhh, hush little Prince. There's danger in the air, we need to get you to a safe place..."
Uill started walking towards my dad, while carrying me in his strong and muscular arms.
"Ryan, there are more scents in the forest. Immortals...Lycans...and they're heavily armed."
My dad looked at me and then at MacDuff.
"Nial, you have to take Bryce back to the cabin."
If I wasn't in so much fucking pain, I'd scream at someone to explain what the fuck was happening.
"Dad? Hold on, wait...where is Uill going?"
My dad looked at Uill and said nothing. Uill, however was just looking down at me and smiling.
"Bryce, I'm one of the best hunter's in the lycan realm. I need to go into the forest and
scout the whole area. Nial, is one of our strongest warriors and
he will fight to his death to protect you."
I couldn't believe I was hearing this. Is this really happening? Where the fuck am I, Narnia?
"Uill, do you... Mr.MacDuff, could you please put me down, I'm fine...really!"
MacDuff set me down gently on the soft sand.
I tried to walk, but the searing pain made it difficult to even take a step.
Uill was now undressing and tossing his clothes on the sand. My
father and MacDuff were looking at each other and then at the two
of us. The look on my dad's face said it all. He wasn't
impressed and I didn't give a shit what he thought of me.
Uilleam was now shirtless and standing in a pair of
white boxer briefs, and damm did he looked good.
And by the way he filled that pouch, it looked like
Uill was hauling some heavy artillery in those briefs.
Uill had his hands on his waist and looked irritated. I walked
over to him and lowered my voice, so that we wouldn't be overheard.
"I just don't see why you have to be the one going. Why dosen't MacDuff or Macleod or.."
Uill caught me off, grabbed my by my shoulders and gave me a big kiss on the lips...
"Because that's not their job, it's mine. I must do my duty, Bryce."
Uill was gently stroking my cheek with one hand, and playing with my hair with the other.
"I'm only going to scout the area and then I'm coming back.
We need to know who's in the woods, how many they
are, what they want and why they're here, then we'll
make a plan. Now, please Bryce...I have to go!"
As soon as Uill said that, a blinding white light appeared deep from within the forest.
The sound was like a giant explosion had gone off. The light was so
bright that it turned night to day. I had never seen or heard
anything like this, even the earth below us was trembling. And the area
where the explosion had originated from, was now glowing and being hit by
lighting and heavy winds. The only way I could describe it, was
like a powerful electrical storm.
My dad shouted at Uill in an almost deafing tone that made me jump in the air.
"UILLEAM, what the fuck are you waiting for? An invitation?..."
Uill's transformation began immediately and it was horrifying.
The size of his body grew to unbelievable lenghts, I heard bones
break and dense thick brown hair grew all over his muscular body. Once his ears, hands and nails
started growing, I had to close my eyes and turn away.
I couldn't stomach seeing this, not from Uill...
I dashed and took off like lighting towards the light. The smell
in the air was different than anything I've smelled in the last hundred
years. For one, this was sortiarius, dark magic...but whom?
Even as I ran through the forest, I couldn't help but think of Bryce.
He's a sweet, innocent and smart kid, but a child none
of the less.
What the hell was Ryan thinking when he gave me the task to pick
up Bryce? Why me? What's his angle in all of this?
He knew that Bryce was starting his cycle, and vulnerable to the
powers and pheromones of an adult lycan male. He knew that Bryce
would make a connection, a deep sexual bond with his first lycan
male encounter. Then why me? Why not himself? He is afterall his
father and what better bond and connection between a father and son?
I caught a scent...
spirits of the land, earth, sea and sky! I beseech
you, to transform this decaying body and grant your son, the
power to return to his true form. To continue with his quest to
protect until my last dying breath, our Lord and saviour,...Bryce Skye Mackenzie!"
Finally, free at least!
After being trapped for the last 300 years in that old, decrepit and
ancient body. I have my youthful and vigorous body
Now, if my sense of direction is correct...the Mackenzie cabin should
be south. By now, I'm sure that they're on their way to
investigate and it should be any second now, any second...
Lycans, so predictable, so utterly and sadly predictable.
I have to hand it to them, at least they try. This one is quite
young, can't be more than 500 years old and very strong, a warrior or
hunter, I bet.
He growled, snapped and fought as best he could even though he was being suspended in mid-air.
"Calm down, young lycan. I mean no harm..."
I can sense more lycans are on their way, but these are different, not of their tribe and they're armed.
Enough of these stupid games, I don't have a lot of time...
"All my powers
combined, transport through the air our bodies as one. Unto the
beach I call, all Lycans and warlock convey!"
Another flash of blinding light and the earth once
again, trembled beneath our feet. It couldn't have been more than
fifteen minutes, since Uill was gone but I was getting worried, I feel
There was a huge roar and upheaval, as my dad, MacDuff, Ewen and Iain
started their transformation. Everything happened so quickly that
it was a blur.
The beach was now crowded with armed soldiers, a naked Uill and
another naked giant of a man, whose eyes were blood red in colour and
whose body was surrounded by a glowing aura.
want everyone to relax, I mean no harm. So, I want these
mercenaries to put down their weapons before somebody gets hurt.
And tell your men, Ryan to relax and back away. Give me a
chance to explain everything."
My dad and his friends had encircled
me for protection. They were all so fucking tall that I couldn't
see anything, I could only hear my dad's voice, which sounded so
angry, ferocious and enraged.
"WHO ARE YOU? AND WHAT THE HELL, DO YOU WANT?"
"Direct and straight to the point, I like that Ryan. Your son,
might know me as Father Donald Callahan, Dean of St.Andrew's."
Father Callahan, no fucking way! This giant was not
Father Callahan. The Father Callahan that I know is an old
and withered old man. I tried to push my way to see
what was going on, but trying to move or push away my father was like
trying to move or push a fucking tank.
"But, I'm also a Grand Inquisitor and a Member of the Congregation of the Holy Order."
My father growled loudly, as
I fell backwards onto the sand. My dad and the rest of his
friends were now growling and roaring fiercely in unison.
"So, you're an Executioner!"
"I am Ryan, but I come in peace. I'm here to
protect Bryce and to help him in any way I can. I mean no
harm...to any of you."
I was able to push my way out and see
what the hell was going on, and see the man who called
himself Father Callahan.
With one wave of his right hand, he
put Uill down onto the sand and with his left he did the same for the
mercenaries. Whoever these men were, they were armed to the teeth
and heavily camouflaged to blend in with their sorroundings.
I could see one very tall soldier that stood out among the
others...and damm was he handsome.
"We don't need your help, Dark Wizard!"
My father snarled between gritted teeth.
"Really? Have you had visions of
what's coming Ryan? 'cause your grandfather dosen't think you can
do this alone, afterall he's sent his best mercenaries to look after
Bryce...and look how they ended up."
It was the tall and handsome mercenary, who yelled out the insult.
"Don't trust him Ryan! You know better than to
listen to a Dark Wizard. Especially, one who's also a
fucking member of the Holy Order!"
"Can't argue with that Ryan and General Buchanan has
made a very good point. It is true, that for centuries the Holy
Order has hunted down anything that is abnormal, unnatural and unholy.
Be it werewolves, vampires, witches, faeire and wizards like
myself. But, you see that is why I joined them, I needed to be on
the inside and be an informant. To help many of our kind and scape...to fight another day."
"I've said once and
I'll say it again for the last time, Dark Wizard. We, do not need
your help, in fact I want you to leave this place and never to return."
Did I just hear him right? Vampires...witches, fairies? Are you fucking kidding me? Are they real too?
"Well, I can understand your concern Ryan, but I'm not going anywhere.
It really isn't up to you, however if Bryce wants me to
leave...then I will respect his wishes and disappear forever..."
All eyes turned to me. My dad
and his friends parted like the Red Sea and I was left making a very
important and crucial decision.
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
I was trying to look at this man in the eyes, but being that he was completely naked, that made it...well, impossible.
"I know, I don't look like the Father Callahan you remember Bryce, but
that was an enchantment to hide my true identity.
You've been under constant surveillance Bryce, by your dad,
your grandfather, our Order, the Holy Roman Catholic church and even other supernatural forces. I had to hide my identity in order to protect you."
I looked over at my dad, but his eyes
were fixed on the wizard. It was like he was trying to read
him and see if he was telling the truth.
"Again, I don't recognize you,...I'm sorry. I, don't trust you at all,...I can't..."
In the snap of a finger, the
wizard was fully clothed. I was expecting him to wear a
robe, like Professor Dumbledore from Harry Potter. But, instead
he was wearing what looked to be a very stylish and expensive designer
suit, complete with black leather shoes, belt and a staff in
the shape of a dragon.
"Allright, true...you don't recognize me, but how about this. What if I told you something that only you would know."
There was a blaring raucous from everyone.
bullshit,Bryce! Don't listen to him, this fucker can read
your mind and steal any thought, image or dream and then use it
for his own purpose!"
Uill was still standing tall and very naked. And that's when I noticed something else, Oh lord...he's fucking huge!
The wizard, who called himself Father
Callahan was now glaring at Uil. And Uill's eyes were glowing and
glaring back at the wizard.
"Bryce, do you remember a few months ago when you wanted to talk to me privately?"
Uill again shouted out...
"Guard your thoughts, Bryce! Don't let this fucker read your mind! Don't let him..."
The wizard raised his staff and
pointed it at Uill. In a flash, Uill's lips were now shut tight
and he was struggling to speak.
"Now, everyone needs
to calm down! If there is one thing I cannot tolerate is
blasphemy and swearing. Isn't that right, Bryce?"
I looked over at Uill and he was
angry and struggling to speak. He wanted to lunge towards
the wizard, but it was like he was also petrified on the spot.
"Stop it, please! Leave Uilleam alone!"
The wizard again pointed his staff at Uill and he fell to the ground.
Uill let a loud and angry growl, but the wizard once again pointed his staff and Uill backed down.
"Good, I'm glad we understand each other Mr.MacFarlane."
"Do you remember, Bryce? Do you remember our conversation?"
I looked at my dad and everyone else. It was up to me to decide, wether or not to trust this man. What do I do?
"I went to see Father Callahan many times during the school year,
and I spoke to him about many things. How do I know you
didn't overheard the conversation, or you were spying on us? How
do I know that you didn't kill him and steal his thoughts and memories?"
The wizard smiled and nodded his head.
"That is why you make me proud, Bryce. You're always one step
ahead everyone else. As former teacher and Dean, I wasn't
supposed to have any favourite students, but you were
always mine...such a smart boy!"
I still didn't trust him.
"The conversation that I'm talking about Bryce, took place in the
church gardens. Do you remember now? We were the only ones
there, there was no one else, no students, teachers, or
people walking in the gardens...just us."
I remembered now. That was very private conversation and I only told one person...Father Callahan.
"Yes, I remember now..."
"Good, then do you want to tell your father, what you told me?"
I felt all eyes on me. Everyone was silent now, even Cerberus was looking up at me and wagging his tail.
"Are you sure? That is something that should be shared between
father and son, Bryce. Perhaps he could help you out..."
I was sweating buckets now. I din't want everyone to hear this, especially my dad or Uill.
"ENOUGH! That was a private conversation with Father Callahan, and you are not HIM!"
The wizard kept smiling and tapping his staff with his finger.
"Allright, what about the voice inside your head this evening. It
was I who was speaking to you. Should I tell
everyone what you were doing?"
I had to look down. Shit, he knows I jacked off to impure thoughts of my father!
I was so pissed off, that I wanted to lunge at him.
"Allright, I won't say anything...I'll leave that
up to you. What about, the medal that I gave you? I see
that you're still wearing it around your neck."
I touched the medal and instantly felt searing pain.
"Yeah, thanks a lot. I love pain, maybe I should give it back to
you and then you could wear it, then you'll see how it feels."
The wizard sighed and looked towards my dad.
"It wouldn't have any effect on me, Bryce. I'm not a werewolf,
you...however will become one if you remove the medal."
I looked down at my medal and saw it glowing.
"Bryce, look within your heart and close your eyes."
I looked at my dad and he nodded in agreement.
"Close your eyes and block everything and everyone around you.
You're gifted Bryce, you can do this and you have powers
unlike any of your kind. Look within your heart..."
I don't know how to explain it, but
when I closed my eyes, I was in a completely different place.
There was no beach, no moon or stars, everyone was gone.
I was standing alone in what felt like a dream, there was no
sound...only clear and soothing light.
Then images appeared, they flashed before my eyes. Images
of my father, my mother, my grandparents, Cerberus, and ofcourse
A man came out of nowhere, it was an old man and as he came closer, I
felt at ease. I wanted to run to him...it was Father Callahan.
"Father Callahan? Is it really you?"
"Hello Bryce...yes, it's me."
I ran to him and gave him a big hug. I had tears falling from my
eyes, and I was so nervous and emotional that I couldn't even
"Father Callahan, please help me...I think I'm going crazy.
I saw my father and his friends turn into werewolves and
they said I'll become one too. I don't know who to turn to and
As I looked up at the old Father Callahan, his features started to
change slowly. I kept hearing a voice inside my head, it was
another voice and it said...
"Trust him, Bryce!"
I tried to push Father Callahan away, but he had now turned into the wizard from the beach.
There was another man walking towards me, but he was dressed funny.
He was wearing the clothes of a knight...a Templar Knight.
"Bryce, I'm your grandfather Àedàn Comhnall Mackenzie.
Trust, Father Callahan because he is here to help and
protect you. Danger is coming your way, my dear boy and you must
choose your friends carefully. Learn everything you can from your
father and great-grandfather. Please, tell your father that I
love him and that I'm alive. I don't have the slightest idea, as
to where I am, but don't worry about me and please don't come looking for me, it's a trap and they're using me as bait!"
It was like something went off in my heart, like a fuse was lit and something exploded...
To be continued...