Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2015 21:40:49 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Bayou Beast

                         THE BAYOU BEAST
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I knew the man was trouble the minute he showed up on our front
door. Paw didn't seem worried, but he frightened me. He was older than me
but not by much, maybe thirty, his hair was jet black, even the stubble of
beard he had was black, black! So were his eyes, black as they could
be. His body was dark, too, though he was a white man the same as me and
Paw. I mean dark in its tone, its color was darker than could be explained
by sunburn, and it was covered with black, black hairs. His clothing was
only an old t-shirt with the arms cut off at the shoulders, and a faded
pair of black jeans over heavy faded work boots of dull brown. His body was
strong, too strong, I feared he'd break my hand with his when he held it
out to shake. I surrendered my hand into that dark male paw and he did
squeeze it hard enough to make me cry out in pain. That made him sneer, for
I was a weakling, a wimp, not to be suffered in his sight. He only spoke to
Paw after that.
     When he said what he was after, I didn't want to talk to him, I just
blurted out to Paw, "Paw, don't listen to him! The feller's crazy, is what
he is!"
     "I don't know about that, son." Paw replied. He'd done been dazzled by
the promise of the money the man would give him. I couldn't blame Paw, he
was more'n fifty years old, getting creaky in the bones, painful in the
joints. And he'd never had much. Me, I could dream of what might could be
one day, Paw didn't have that. He did have this man offering him money to
lead him into the bayou in search of the legend.
     "He wants you to take him to the Bayou Beast!" I nearly wailed.
     "Ah, shut up, pussy!" the dark man said to me. "I can handle it!"
     "Dorne here just wants to see it." Paw told me.
     "But you saw the guns he's got with him!" I tried to reason with
Paw. "He aims to try and kill it! If he tries that, you know the Beast is
going to be powerful angry! You know what happened the last time they tried
to kill the Bayou Beast!"
     "He just wants to see it." Paw repeated. "Them guns is for water
moccasins and alligators. You have to be careful in the bayou, you know
that, Son."
     I gave up, then. "Well, then, if that's what you want, Paw, I guess
it's all right."
     "Good, `cause I want you to be the one to take him to see it." Paw
went on. "You can take him back to Bower's Ford, he can see the Beast there
all right."
     "Paw..." I started, but Paw went on.
     "You'll be safe if you'll go `round by Gwynne's Fork." Paw said,
pointing. "Take you overnight, get there by morning."
     "All right, Paw." I said. I then turned to the man. "Are you ready to
go?"
     "Now?" Dorne seemed surprised, then he laughed. "Hell, I got guns to
hunt for food, and there's water aplenty in the bayou, sure, let's go right
now." He stumbled off through the thick network of vines that lay across
the land, in places so thick that you couldn't see the ground or water at
all. The vines were draped across the trees, too, a confusing maze resulted
from their profusion.
     Dorne got well in among the trees, out of sight of our house, and then
stopped, turned to look at me. Blinked. "Are you floating?"
     "No." I indicated the robe that covered my body, it swept down among
the vine-covered ground. "It's just my robe."
     "Damned peculiar thing for you and your Paw to be a-wearin'." Dorne
observed. "It don't look right, is all. A man in a robe, you can still see
his legs moving. You just seem to be moving without moving, if you see what
I mean."
     "I know." I smiled at him. "The material is a bit stiff, is all. We
travel in that direction." And I pointed ahead, and Dorne went back into
trudging along, stumbling, ducking, catching his rifle on overhanging vines
and cursed as he fought them free. I followed along, smoothly, never having
the least trouble. Each time he looked behind, I settled for pointing the
direction to keep moving. We made it to Gwynne's Fork and I pointed a way
down where the vines were thick enough to let us cross, and we proceeded on
our way.
     Nightfall came, and with it, a darkness that was oppressive. The trees
about the bayou seems to close in on you at night, with the vines all
about.
     "No, no fire!" I warned Dorne when he started to make one. "It'll draw
the Beast in on you. We'd best just lie quiet until morning."
     "Hell of a note." Dorne responded and I wondered if he'd ignore
me. But he fumbled among the vines and grunted in surprise. "They're warm."
     "The vines in the trees pick up a lot of the warmth of the sun all day
and it percolates down among the vines on the ground." I
explained. "They'll keep us warm all night long, in fact."
     "Hmph!" he said and he sidled in deeper. The vines moved about him,
and began to surround him. "Damn, are they moving themselves?"
     "Just the settling against your weight." I soothed him. Moved closer
to him, the night brings the hunger, and I wanted to be closer to him, at
least. Only a few stars lighted us, more than enough for me, but I think he
couldn't see very well, for my nearness startled him.
     "Oh, it's you." he said. "You feeling cold, uh, what the hell is your
name?"
     "Don't know." I admitted. "Never been anyone but me and my Paw, and
he's just always called me `Son.'"
     "Well, then, Sonny, are you feeling cold?"
     "Very cold." I agreed. "May I sleep next to you tonight." The smell of
him was powerful, it filled my nostrils, made me hunger in ways I'd only
felt slightly before. With the other men who had come here, searching for
the Bayou Beast, or more often the treasure it was said to hold, a legend
that had only grown with the telling over several generations. I'd never
been asked by Paw to show them the Beast, this was my first time alone with
a man. It aroused in me passions I didn't have any good words for.
     But I laid down next to him and my hands reached to encircle him and I
felt his powerful muscles, so rich, so full, the life they held, I wanted
it, wanted some of it in me, now, now, now!
     I couldn't resist putting my lips on his neck, his warm, warm
neck. Shuddered as I felt the life throbbing just the other side of that
thin layer of flesh.
     But he just chuckled. "Dress-wearing daddy's boy, are you? Best way I
know to turn out a queer ever' freaking time. I figured you'd be ready to
get into my pants soon as you could. That's what you want, isn't it,
pussy?"
     The sound of his contempt only inflamed my desire. Made it all so much
easier. "Yessss!" I sighed to him softly. The vines about us began to move,
stroking over his body. He was no longer noticing that they moved beyond
anything that could be explained by our bodies' pressure.
     Dorne was more intent upon me, his hand came up and caught hold of my
shoulder. "You want it, get down there and suck on it!"
     I shuddered greedily when he said that, this was going to be easier
than I'd feared! All I had to do was obey, never mind that it was what I'd
been wracking my brain on how to accomplish until now. All I had to do was
what he told me to and I'd have it all!
     I dared to kiss my way down his sweat-soaked t-shirt, my hands moving
on his chest and arms, to mask the way the vines were adding their strokes
to my own. He moaned as I grew closer to his crotch, when I reached the
belt, his hands came over to work the buckle, and when he got it away, my
own hands began to unfasten the buttons of the jeans beneath. Together we
fought his cock free of those jeans and the jockstrap that lay underneath,
and my hands caught hold of his organ as it swelled and my lips drooled
heavily at the thought of the taste of that branch of manhood lying upon my
tongue!
     As my lips enclosed the huge organ, Dorne gave a low, gutteral
groan. "Yeahhhhhhh!" he told me when that groan was done. "That's it,
Sonny, give my man-meat a good working over! Ohhhh, yeahhhhh!" he shuddered
as I took him to the very base on my first thrust downwards, my saliva
coating him liberally as I went so that his entire length, some eight
inches in all, was bathed in warmth. Once I had him completely within
myself, I held him for a space, then began to lift upwards, my lips held
tight, to give him the maximum pleasure along his entire shaft as I drew
back from him. He rewarded me with a gush of precome, a flavor that
inflamed my senses and I thrust myself back down onto his length, and he
moaned anew, his pleasure rushing upon him.
     I worked his entire prong up and down, a mere handful of times, no
more than ten, and he groaned, "You got it, Sonny, here it comes, here it
comes, take it, take the whole fucking thing!" and his hand forced me back
down, which I did easily and then he moaned and his hips thrust upwards
madly, and the vines writhed around him and in the midst of that motion of
men and nature, he exploded into me. Such a lusty man cannot ejaculate save
in this way, he must fill his partner to the very bursting point, no mere
dribble of jism this, but a rampant flood of male fluid that filled me and
warmed me and the smell of his body grew more and more desirable to me
until it reached the point of territoriality.
     Done, he fell back again, limp and breathing heavy and for a time I
worried that he would attempt more with me, to feel under my robe and
discover what it covered, but he didn't, he merely sighed, and said,
"Tomorrow, we see the Beast and when we're done, we'll see what else I can
do for your hungry, warm lips."
     "I'd like that very much." I told him and I nestled under his arm and
he rested his hand there on my shoulders and no further and I dared to
relax there and that was how we spent the night uninterrupted, no sound of
bird or beast intruded here where the Bayou Beast was strongest.
     We awoke at the earliest light and Dorne found a small bag of bread
and cooked meat which had been brought in during the night. I knew it was
there and fetched it to him when he awoke. Wondered if, again, he would
question the things happening about him, but he merely smiled when he saw
it. "Well, then, we won't have to go hunting after all."
     "No, we won't." I agreed. "We can use the time for something else." I
added hopefully.
     He barked laughter. "So the little man has a taste for my dong, does
he?"
     "Yes, sir." I said to him humbly and he laughed the harder.
     "Well, show me the Beast first, and after that, I'll give you all the
reward you could ever want or need, that's a promise. Call it the payment
for a job well done."
     "Yes, the Bayou Beast, of course, of course, it's only a short
distance away now." I told him.
     He looked about, but of course he couldn't identify where anything
was, the vines cover and distort every landmark in the bayou, and so he
looked to me and I pointed the way and we moved. He crossed the bridge of
vines without noticing that he had tread these vines the day before.
     But we weren't going back to my home. No, I was doing what I'd said,
taking him to see the Beast. We ended up in a small clearing of dry land
where the vines were thicker than they'd ever been before, like a nest of
logs that we had to struggle over, or he did, and I moved behind him, my
hands pretending to help me climb these vines.
     And there, in the clearing formed by these vines, he saw the Bayou
Beast.
     For in the clearing were men, many men, bound and wrapped by the vines
that both ensnared them and worked them. Dorne looked with astonishment at
the many men, strong men, some who had arrived only a short time before,
some who had been here for many years. The vines were holding these men,
and more, they were stimulating these men, forcing their bodies to respond
as men respond when their asses are stuffed with cock-shaped vine-heads,
when their mouths are filled with cock-like vine-heads, when their cocks
are surrounded by slender vine-threads that pulsed and milked at them
unceasingly, more vine-threads playing over their bodies, in an eternal and
unending sexual orgy. Dorne watched as one man, fully his equal and more in
size, and strength and virility, as the man writhed helplessly and sprayed
out his come which was caught by flower-shaped protrusions on the vines,
and I felt my mouth water at the thought of capturing that male essence so
directly as this.
     And in the center of all this, hovering over them like a god come to
Earth, was the Bayou Beast's central figure, and that was Paw.
     "You have brought him!" he boomed at me. "My faithful son, you have
brought him to me."
     "I have brought him." I said and looked over at Dorne who looked at me
and he brought his rifle to bear.
     My Paw had only a moment of shock and a chance to gasp out the tiniest
sound of betrayal, for before I had always stolen such weapons on the night
before, the morning was when I would be waiting for the man who would
wonder where Paw was, and I would take them this rest of the way.
     Only this time, I hadn't stolen Dorne's rifle, I hadn't even thought
about it. It wasn't a conscious betrayal of my father I had done, but my
hunger and the feeding had driven it from my mind entire.
     But Dorne brought his gun to bear and he fired and the weapon was of a
prodigious bore, and it blasted with a loud report and the bullet it shot
out struck my Paw in his head and Paw's head burst apart like a ripe melon.
     And that was when the vines all about us released these men as they
fell limp and they struggled to use their long-useless feet to get them
erect, get away from here.
     "What the hell is this?" Dorne asked me.
     "You wanted the Bayou Beast." I told him. "We've been in the Beast
ever since before you got to our shack. Paw's the Beast, always has been."
     "And all these men."
     "Captured by him, like he was about to capture you." I told him.
     "And you saved me." Dorne considered this, and suddenly he gave a
hard, mean laugh. "I know my cock is a powerful thing, but I never knew
it'd make a man turn on his own father for the chance to swing on it. Well,
I promised you that and I'll give it to you, but let's get the hell out of
here. Time you began to live the life you were meant to live. Poor bastard,
you must have been brought here as a child by one of these men and raised
by that thing."
     "That would mean that Paw wasn't my father." I pointed out.
     "Yeah, well, I meant the man who raised you."
     "I didn't. Paw was my father. I am his son." I said.
     Many, many of the vines about us had gone quiet, but not all of
them. Some, smaller and thinner than the others, were still moving and they
were encircling the men in this gathering, preparing to capture them
before. One or two might get away, perhaps, but I'd catch most of them.
     Especially Dorne. He gasped when my vines swirled up around him. He
tried to use his rifle, but my vines were quicker, they first immobilized
his arms and then took it away from him, ferried it to a safe distance,
there to join all the detritus of the men who had come before.
     My vines stripped his body until he was as bare as the other men, who
were now mostly recaptured. I had hold of all who could be seen in this
clearing. Again, one or two may have escaped, but I don't think so. Now I
was free of Paw, I would need all of them, all they could give me.
     Dorne just groaned as my vines caught his cock and began to milk at
it. He was a virile man in the prime of life and power, and he was more
than ready to be stripped again of his seed. He gasped when one of my
vine-heads drove into his ass, but once it was inside, the head would pulse
against his prostate, stimulating him into helpless climax.
     "You got the Bayou Beast, all right." I told Dorne as he looked at me,
helpless, and muffled by the vine which had stuffed itself into his
mouth. This one would feed his body for me, a rich nutritious mixture that
would keep him alive and health for a long, long, long time. "But the Bayou
Beast had a child. Me. It happens, someone kills the Beast, and when they
do, all these old vines die and rot. But there's plenty of my vines about
this bayou, and before long, I'll hold all of it the way Paw did. When I
do, I'll hatch myself another bud like Paw did and create myself a son for
the time when I end up being caught by one like you."
     Dorne let out a loud, long mournful sound. Asking me why I could do
this to him, after he'd let me suck his cock the night before like he had,
no doubt.
     "You said once you'd seen the Bayou Beast, you'd give me all the
reward I could ever want." I reminded him. "Well, you've seen the Bayou
Beast, and it's now me, and I'm claiming my reward. And I want all you can
give me."
     I'd moved closer to Dorne now and he could see that under my robe
wasn't anything much like a human body below the chest, just vines and more
vines. Dorne moaned and his seed squirted out and I did him the honor of
clamping onto his cock with my mouth and drinking him down like that. So
sweet, so sweet. My hunger in me grew, and I worked the many men I held in
thrall the more aggressively. I would need all the human spunk I could
gather to grow to my full potential.
     Because I was now the Bayou Beast.
                             THE END
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