Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2021 13:57:30 -0400
From: m.runt@yahoo.com
Subject: Alchemy Unleashed Part 2.5 - Dad

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I didn't come back to myself all at once, flashes of what happened
trickled into my waking mind as I slowed the rhythm of my hips. There was
a fire in me, a primal need that began to cool as I focused on what I was
doing. I looked down at myself, I was pushing my cock into...
"Son." I croaked out the word in fear.

I stopped and slowly pulled back, his hole was clenched tightly around me
trying to keep me inside. As I finally pulled free he let out a
whimpering moan but did not move. My heart was pounding as I surveyed my
son laying on the tile of the bathroom floor. His skin was a radiant
alabaster, his ass and hips much larger and curvy than I remembered. He
was covered in his own cum, sprayed up coating himself what appeared to
be multiple times. Shifting my gaze I realized I was holding his legs up,
exposing his tight arse. With the aching of my balls clearing my mind I
started to remember.

I came downstairs, feeling terrible about the night before. I was a
terrible father, the excitement at seeing him desperately trying to pump
his fingers into his arsehole. I wanted to look away but there was just
something about him, I could smell the need and desire leaking out of him
and it latched onto me hungrily. Unbidden my cock twitched, precum
already leaking as thoughts of marching in the shower and claiming his
hole danced in my head. Our eyes met and in that instant I knew he
wouldn't fight it, he wanted  me to breed him... I can't... I am his
father. I felt disgusted with myself and forced my eyes away, fumbling my
way to my room to hide. It was easier to think in here now that I
couldn't see him, and that scent wasn't as strong either. I eased myself
down to a sitting position on the bed, I could still feel the desire
pumping through me with each heartbeat. This wasn't entirely my fault was
it? When I walked in on him, my sweaty boxers gripped tight in his hands
as he buried his face in them breathing in my scent. That is when this
really started.

"I'm ok dad, you just scared me to death.. I didn't hear you get home, I
was just trying to clean up as a surprise. You know... You have a lot of
clothes on the floor, hard to tell clean from dirty sometimes so I do a
sniff test." He said.

I knew my son, I knew how nervous he got when attempting to lie. I saw
the want to in his eyes when I winked at him before he walked out of my
room. That was the first time I imagined what it would be like to feel
those pouty lips wrapped around my cock, my son greedy for a taste of me.
I quickly pushed it out of my head but some darker part of me liked the
attention. Its why I put those boxers back  on, a gift for my faggot son.
His birthday was coming up in just a few days and clearly he liked it so
why not? At the time I thought this was just harmless teasing, that all
changed just before I saw him in the shower. I was in my room, just doing
a few things for work when the scent hit me. My nostrils flared, the hair
all over my body prickled and blood rushed to my cock; suddenly he was
all I could think about. Such a small frame I could easily overpower him,
he might fight it at first but in the end he would accept his place. I
don't remember making the decision to follow the scent; it was pure
instinct and desire. Afterwards in my room I spent the next hour
imagining all the different ways I would breed my son, filling sock after
sock with my cum before passing out from exhaustion.

It had been difficult to resist the call of his scent then and that was
nothing compared to tonight. I lowered his legs gently as he slept, I
must have fucked him for hours and he was worn out. The scent was very
low now, I wanted him but it was not all consuming as it had been. Is
this because he is asleep? I shifted quietly getting to my feet, my body
ached from the workout of hours of sex. Even my balls ached, I had no
sense of how many loads I had put in the boy but he looked full and cum
leaked from his tight pucker. I bent my knees and scooped him up trying
to be as gentle as possible as I carried him from the bathroom. I started
carrying him to his room but stopped, it would probably be best if he
stayed with me and I should check to see if he was hurt. Stepping through
my door holding him like this he looked so peaceful, his light brown hair
plastered to his forehead showcasing the rosy cheeks and innocent face.
As delicately as I could I placed him on the bed and stepped back, he was
still covered in cum but at least he wasn't on the tile floor. I went
back and ran hot water over a towel before wringing it and sneaking back
to my room. I was not a gentle fellow but I did my best as I ran the warm
wet cloth over his thin naked body. The pinkish cum worried me at first
but he slept with a smile on his face and was breathing normally. As I
finished wiping him clean I eased myself between his legs again and
carefully parted them. I ran my forefinger over his tight hole and even
in his sleep he pushed back against it wanting me inside him. This made
the scent stronger and I quickly snatched my hand away. It WAS him, he
was making this happen! Was it just affecting me or would it work on
anyone?

I needed to figure out what was going on before he was kidnapped or
worse. I left and shut the door, I needed a clear head and not being able
to see him and lessening the scent helped. After that I showered,
scrubbing away any trace that lingered on me and finally felt like I was
in control again. I searched his room, at first I thought maybe it was a
reaction of some perfume or a drug but the only thing that seemed odd was
an antique flask that was empty. I was thorough but came up with nothing
suspicious so I decided to check his phone. I found it in the pocket of
the clothes that were tossed on the floor, and when I pulled it out a
small note fluttered to the ground. I looked at the paper scrap and saw
an address, my heart flip flopped in my chest as I raced to google the
address. Who was giving him their address? Why was it in his pocket? Were
they responsible for this? The address was for a cabin not too far
outside of town and a little more digging gave me the owner's name -
Jeffery Saunders. I looked up the name and the only social media account
I found was Facebook. He was a short, stocky guy built like me with a
little more paunch and blonde hair. Single, no kids, and it looked like
most of his posts were about "cabin lifestyle", which made me sneer. Why
was my son connected to this guy? Searching through Mark's phone I could
find no messages or anything to connect the two. My exhaustion catching
up with me I lay on my son's bed to rest and moments later I was out.

I woke to a warm mouth on my cock, and I looked down at Mark trying his
best to deepthroat me. He could barely get his mouth around me and was
struggling to fit more down his throat.

"Son." I growled, but he did not respond.

"MARK!" I shouted, finally getting him to look up. "What are you doing
son?"

"I need it Dad... Please?" I heard the desperation in his voice and
realized too late what would follow as a powerful wave of his scent
rolled over me.

Suddenly I was all blind need, a rage of lust burying in my chest like a
dagger as I gripped his brown hair and forced him down onto my cock.

"You need it bad don't you son?" He began to gag as I fucked his throat.

He nodded even as he choked, saliva dripping down my member as he
sputtered and suffocated. My mind melted at the sight of him eager to
suffer just to earn my load.

"You liked me pumping all those loads in you lastnight didnt you, a real
faggot for daddy?" He nodded at my harsh words and I finally pulled his
hair, needing to apply force to pull him off me.

He was blushing, a shy expression on his face even as he struggled
against my grip to have another taste. Growling I sat up and yanked his
hair forcing him to crawl to me or be dragged. He looked up at me while
on his hands and knees his face flushed and eyes pleading.

"Please dad? I'm so hungry but.. I am not interested in food. I tried but
all I could think of was..." He looked down, blushing, ashamed. "Your
seed. I think I need it."

I pulled his face to mine as I leaned down. "You want to drink down your
dad's cum?"

He nodded, eyes locked onto mine filled with a desperate gleam.

"Good boy, remember how bad you need it from now on." My voice was
frightening but I didn't care I was lost to this power he had and all
that mattered was using him for pleasure.

I yanked him the last inch to my face and kissed him, he whimpered and I
felt his small hand tighten around my hairy cock. When the kiss ended I
gripped his head in both hands and fucked his face, the gagging only
serving to spur me on and moments later he was greedily sucking down
every drop, his tongue danced over my member not wanting a single morsel
to escape. Slowly the scent and the pressure on my mind eased and I
collapsed back as he finished lapping his way down to my sack and finally
paused.

"Thank you" He said in a quavering whisper. "I think... I think that's
all I can eat now."

Raising my head I looked down at his small form, he was shaking and
looked afraid.

"Son, I need you to tell me everything."