Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2018 20:10:58 +0200 From: Nick Pecman Subject: American Horror Porn 5 DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and aimed only at entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble seperating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. To the readers, Please email me at if you enjoyed the story or have any questions or want to see morphs perhaps. Don't forget to donate to nifty to keep this site of erotic fiction going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html AMERICAN HORROR PORN by Nick Pecman Chapter 5: Hell Hath No Fury The next morning, Michael Myer went to his office as usual. As he reached his floor he could already hear Mrs. Lawson's raged talk on the phoneline and that reminded him of last day's events. "...thrown to jail, if it was up to me! That man should not be allowed to walk among civilized people!" She was obviously referring to her former boss, Mr. Dallas, who she had recorded fucking Alex Robertson inside Michael's office. She had him fired right away. "Myer!" she screamed as she saw Michael pass outside her office. Michael stopped and turned to enter Lawson's office. "I go to go, Matthew, we'll talk" Lawson said hanging up the phone. She then walked towards Michael at the entrace of her office. "I believe you are not surprised to hear that Dallas was fired" Lawson said strictly. Michael nodded. "But there's more, Myer. The CEO called a few minutes ago and apparently our new head of the department, and thus our boss..." Michael awaited with devoted attention. "...is you" Lawson finished. "Me?" Michael said in shock. "Yes, believe me I was as shocked as you are, but I also think you'll suffice" Michael was speechless. "Listen, I had that slutty intern... Alex, god bless her, move your stuff to your new office" Lawson continued. "Her?" Michael questioned. Lawson was seeing Alex in the female form, while Michael in the male. "Yes, since it was Dallas making the advances, it was easy for her to plead the victim and we can't do anything about it" Lawson shrugged and turned away. Michael still confused about who she was talking about. "Are you talking about Alex the intern?" he insisted. "Yes, Myer, please don't waste anymore of my time, you're the boss now, start acting like it and get to your new office down the hall, please" Lawson said as politely as she could. Michael nodded and exited her office. He walked down the corridor to the Boss's door. With each step he felt a powerful breeze rush through him. His power growing more and more. He was a boss now. He opened the office door, and saw Alex waiting for him inside. "Good morning... boss!" he said with his seductive voice. "Good morning... slut" Michael said with not a lot of patience left. Alex giggled. "Please, Mr. Myer, you know I had nothing to do with the whole thing. Mr. Dallas was a sick man" Alex said with an obviously lying tone. Michael shook his head. He had no time for this. "I guess we're going to have you around, so might as well get used to you" "Now that's the spirit. Trust me you're going to want me here" Alex said reassuringly like he knew what was to come. Michael sat at his new desk, while Alex walked out the office and shut the door. He checked out the room and the fine quality furniture. The couches, the bookcases, the ornaments. This was a boss' space. He felt so powerful. A couple of hours later, Alex was walking down a street downtown, near Michael's company. He entered a narrow alley, that was dark despite the daylight trying to shed it. There was Jennifer waiting for him there. "You're late" she said. "Don't get smart with me, Jen, you'll regret it" Alex said in all seriousness. Jennifer exhaled feeling powerless. "Ok, so what do we do?" "I told you last night how it's going to work, but clearly it's not enough for you, so please, tell me what is it you want" Alex said. Jennifer looked around a bit as if she was worried someone might hear. "I want him to suffer" she said looking at Alex, "Right now" she continued nearly breaking her jaw from shutting it too hard. Alex let out a moan, looking passionately at Jennifer. "There's so much evil in you" he said, caressing her cheek. Jennifer kept on staring at him and felt a rush of pride filling her up. She felt like someone was acknowledging her power for the first time. "Can you do it?" she asked Alex impatiently. Alex nodded. "Better yet... I can help you do it" In the meantime, Wyatt Myer was on a wild goose chase. He had found an address that would supposedly give him answers, on google. And he followed the path, taking a bus then a train and then another smaller bus, to reach an isolated small temple at the verge of a big forest. The temple seemed old and not dazzling like most churches Wyatt knew. He proceeded it with unease. But he was determined to find answers, as what happened to his brother and subsequently what he read online, really made him fear for the worst. He knocked on the door of the temple. After a few long moments there was a voice. A young man's voice with a spanish accent. "Yes?" the voice said. "Umm... I'm Wyatt Myer, I gave you a call yesterday..." The door opened. There was a young pastor-figure at the opening. Dark skin, latin-like man, with very handsome, kind-looking features. "Yes, Mr. Myer, I was expecting you" he said smiling. Wyatt felt awkward enough not to return the smile. "Please do come in" the pastor said "I'm Juan Vasquez" Wyatt walked in the temple and Juan shut the door behind him. "This way" Juan said walking first and letting Wyatt follow. Downtown, Jennifer and Alex had walked in a dark room, lit by only a candle that was in the centre of a big table. Alex and Jennifer sat across one another with the candle inbetween them. "By doing this, you must know that there is no return" Alex said. "I'm way over that" Jennifer said stonecold. Alex smirked. "We're are going to hex Justin Myer" he said strictly. Justin Myer was in his apartment, chilling in his living room, feeling his sore ass from getting his cherry popped by his father last night. He enjoyed the space and the freedom of being alone, so he walked around naked all the time. Also enjoying showing around his new grown tits and ass that made him look like a gay cartoon comic character. He stretched on his couch, extending his arms above his head and letting out a continuous grunt. He got a quick sniff of his armpits as he was stretched like that and thought that it would be a good idea to take a bath. He walked into his bathroom and opened the faucets to his tub. His apartment came with this big tub that he hadn't had the chance to try out in all its glory yet. As soon as the tub filled up he tossed in a combination of his favorite sponsored shampoos and bathing salts and being already naked he sank himself into the bubbled water. Down in the dark room, Jennifer and Alex had begun their procedure. They had both cut their hands to bleed and held them together in a tight grip above the candle. "State your name and purpose" Alex said. "I'm Jennifer Reese, and I want to bring suffering to Justin Myer" she claimed. "Very well" Alex said in a much deeper and demonic voice. His eyes went dark and Jennifer started forming a grin on her face. "If what I'm suspecting is happening to your family, Mr. Myer, you're in very deep predicament" Pastor Vasquez said, after him and Wyatt sat down at his small kitchen. Juan had offered him a cup of tea and some cake, before sitting himself down across Wyatt. "I always find it wise to prepare for a worst case senario, Juan" Wyatt said with courage. Juan nodded. "I'm afraid someone has inflicted a curse of lust on your family" he said. Wyatt raised his eyebrows. "Ok, what's that?" "It is one of the most powerful curses. One of the seven sins. It takes someone of extremely low morals to pull that off" "Right... so..." Wyatt said confused about how this would be helpful. "Someone who is close enough to your family, to build such an extreme hatred. A jealous one perhaps" Juan continued. Wyatt started thinking about it. "Well, my brother is kind of internet famous... so it could be a lot of people" "One must take a very personal item from the victim, in order for the curse to work. Someone close to him" Wyatt thought about. "Well that narrows it down a little bit. What do I do if I find them?" "Be careful. One who is willing to perform such a curse, they're capable of the worst" Justin was enjoying himself in the tub. Slowly rubbing soap all over his body, massaging his massive tits as they floated in the water. He was moaning the entire time. Massaging his sore asshole and cheeks to make them feel better from the rough fuck. He was getting lost in a trance. Through the smokes from the burning candle that now grew stronger, Jennifer and Alex could see the figure of Justin having a bath. And they had started to perform their evil trick. Through the tub's sinkhole, without Justin noticing, something had pushed the cap out and began entering the water. A dark slithery shapeless form. Justin unaware kept on soaping up and enjoying himself. His erection started sticking out the water, as he kept on playing his nipples. The dark slithery material unleashed itself more and more through the drain, growing bigger in the water. Justin had his eyes closed and couldn't see as the form started gaining shape, making long slender tentacles from its dark material. The tentacles slithered in the water making their way around Justin's massive body. "The longer it takes for you to find the source, the stronger the curse will grow" Juan said as he lead Wyatt to a library on the basements of the temple. "What if I can find it? Is there any other way to remove it?" Wyatt asked desperately. Juan took a deep breath. "I may be possible to remove part of the curse if you bring your brother to me" he finally said looking Wyatt in his eyes, "but soon, before the curse spreads too far" Then he turned and started going through the books. "I don't know how that would work" Wyatt started thinking desperately. Juan pulled out a thick book from a shelve. "Here" he said giving the book to Wyatt. The title wrote "Seven Sins". In Justin's tub, the water had turned dark, as the slithery tentacles had spread through most of it. Then it slowly started wrapping Justin's ankles. Two slender tentacles going around them and then two more slowly extending out the water to go around the unaware hunk's wrists, while his hands were still playing with his large nipples. Once the tentacles wrapped tightly around the young man's ankles and wrists, they suddenly used force and pulled them down to the tub's floor. Justin only then realized something weird was going on. "What the..." he muttered to himself. His hands and feet now were not in his control, he couldn't move them at all, as they were tightly wrapped and held down underwater. "What... no..." Justin exhaled. The black tentacle creature started unleash more of its mass towards Justin. Justin tried shaking around to releash himself, his tits splashing around the soapy water and spilling some around the bathroom. More tentacles slithered on Justin's body, causing him to shiver. "No..." One wrapped itself around his dick and slowly started sliding up and down on it, jerking him off. "Ughh..." A few more tentacles wrapped around his thick thighs and calves and then pulled apart to make Justin spread his legs. "Uhh... no, no..." Justin felt a little uneasy. A thicker tentacle made its way to Justin's asscheeks. It slithered between them teasing the hunk's hole causing him to moan. "Ooooohhh" Then it started parting his asslips and penetrated his manpussy, sliding further and further down his hole. "Oh, oh, ooohhhh" Justin yelped in shock as the tentacles was moving in his guts. Then a thick tentacles wrapped around his torso and held him tighter in place. And then two more small ones started wrapping around his round tits. Starting from the sides and moving in circles, heading towards his nipples. "Ahhh...ahhh" Then using small suction caps they stuck themselves onto his nipples and sucked on the tips. "Oooooh.. fuck.... aaaahhhh" The rest of the tentacles wrapping his tits squeezed around them, making them jiggle and splash the water that covered them halfly. Justin was incapable of moving anything but his neck now, which he tossed back and moaned as the tentacles were doing their work. The one going up his ass started getting further in. Deeper and deeper. Justin gasped. Then a new tentacle, the thickest one rised from the water and turned to Justin. Justin looked at it in fear while still gasping from the one penetrating his asshole. With a sudden move the thick tentacle attacked Justin's mouth, forcing itself deep inside. Gagging Justin hard and heading down his throat. All the way, sliding to his guts. Justin gagged and let out muffled growls of shock and discomfort. The black mass started sliding inside Justin. More and more of it following. Justin felt like he couldn't breath and his eyes rolled back in his head. The tentacles all slid down his mouth and asshole, rapidly. Faster and faster. Until all of the black mass was inside him. Justin could breath again and took a few deep ones. "It's done" Alex said letting go of his grip with Jennifer. "Lovely" Jennifer smirked and wiped her bloody hand. Later that day, Michael went again by Justin's place. He had gotten his own key by now and let himself in. "Justin?" he called. No response. He started walking around the house, worried. Justin wouldn't go outside. Michael's orders were specific about staying below the radar. "Son?" Michael called a little more concerned. He finally opened the bathroom door and saw Justin in the tub, still covered in soaps but seemingly still. "Justin, what's wrong?" Michael called in concern and approached his son in the tub fast. "Da-ad..." Justin whispered, still not moving. "Son, son what's going on? Can't you move?" Michael tried to pull Justin out of the water. "You're so cold!" "Da-ad... there's something, inside..." "What son? I can't understand you.." Michael lifted Justin out and wrapped him with a towel he had nearby. "Doctor..." Justin muttered. "Yes, son! Right away, I'll take you to the hospital" Michael said still freaking out a bit. Wyatt was leaving the temple with Juan greeting him at the door. "I'll be waiting for your news, I really hope you come through this" Juan said. Wyatt nodded. "Otherwise I guess you'll never hear from me again" Wyatt said sarcastically. Juan didn't appreciate the humour. "I'll be seeing you" Wyatt said and rushed to leave. Juan nodded and shut the door. Wyatt checked out the pics in his phone of the book pages he had taken. One of those was bound to help him, or so he thought. Michael and Justin drove to the hospital, and entered the emergencies. Justin was wearing a big coat and without the people around knowing it, nothing underneath. "Excuse me, we need a doctor over here" Michael yelled in the big hospital corridor. A young nurse approached them. "What seems to be the problem, sir?" she asked politely. "My son is having some sort of attack. He's really cold and can barely speak" Michael said worryingly. The nurse nodded. "Follow me, I'll take you to Dr. Gordon, our top pathologist" she said and rushed to a side corridor. Michael followed holding Justin from the shoulders. The young man seemed to be lost. The nurse led them to an office. She had Justin sit on a doctor's bench, with Michael by his side. "The doctor will be right with you" she said and exited the office. "Everything's gonna be fine, son" Michael said, stroking Justin's back. Justin nodded, seemingly in a very dumbed-down way. A few moments later, Dr. Gordon entered the office. A very tall man in his 30s, kind of a psychotic look, with glasses. "Good evening, I'm Dr. Gordon, pathologist" he said extending his hand for Michael to greet. Michael did so. "Michael Myer, and this is my son Justin" as they shook hands. "Nice to meet you both, now what seems to be the problem?" Michael shrugged. "I don't know, he's been this way ever since I found him this afternoon" he said. Justin was staring around at the room like he had never been to such a space and was exploring it with curiosity. "Justin?" Dr. Gordon said. Justin turned and looked at him with the same curious stare. "Well he's responding for once" the Dr said, "if he could just take off his coat and I'll give him a standard checkup to start" Michael paused for a bit. "Um, doc, just so you know..." Michael said approaching the doctor slightly "I found him in the bathtub and had no time to dress him, so he's going commando right now" The Dr nodded. "That's perfectly fine, I'd probably have him strip down anyway" Michael nodded and went to Justin to started undoing his coat. Justin seemed to try and protest to his father undressing him but couldn't say anything. Just gave a few whines. Michael took off the coat, uncovering the massive muscular physique Justin had, and his two melons of pecs. The doctor had turned to his desk for a bit, not noticing. Michael took off the coat completely and went to hang it on the side of the room, leaving Justin completely nude on the bench, trying to cover his junk, with both his hands causing his arms to push on his tits, squeezing them in the center together. The doc turned around and gasped at the sight. He quickly turned it into a cough to not make a fool of himself. "No need to be shy, Justin" he said to have him take his hands off. Justin cowardly did so and put them on the sides of his torso, holding on the bench, allowing his tits to fall back to their place and his dick to be seen. He was semi-hard and apparently growing. "That's nothing to worry about, most people get that in such situations" Dr. Gordon said reassuringly. Michael stood aside and looked around, trying to pull his focus away from his own dick growing in his pants. Dr. Gordon took his stethoscope and approached Justin. "I'm gonna need you now to breath in a few times for me" he said, "when I tell you, ok?" Justin looked up at the tall man and nodded in quick motions. Dr. Gordon placed his stethoscope on Justin's right pec, and the hunk let out a soft moan. "It's a little cold, huh?" Dr said and Justin nodded again. The Dr continued placing his stethoscope to several parts of Justin's humongous pectits having him breath in each time. Then he placed it on one of Justin's large nipples and that caused another moan to Justin of a little bigger magnitude. "Hmmm, please repeat your breath" Dr. Gordon said, leaving the cold metal onto the nipple a little longer. Justin breathed again as the cold metal pressed a little deeper on the nipple, causing the tit to squeeze and spread around the pressure point. "Very good" Dr. Gordon said. Then moved to the other nipple and placed it right on it, repeating the same process. He had Justin breath three more times, and pressed the metal further and further on the nipple, squeezing his left tit even more. "Hmmm" the doctor said as he walked away from Justin and putting his stethoscope away. "What is doc?" Michael said impatiently. "I don't know, I've never seen anything quite like it" Dr. Gordon said, not turning to face Michael, cause he was afraid his erection might show through his suit. "Wait here, I'll go fetch a couple of my colleagues who specialize in athletes" Dr. Gordon said and exited his office. Michael looked at his son. Justin seemed to be fine, just really dumbed down, like his brain had been damaged or blocked from accessing some crucial parts for his communicative skills. Michael shook his head as he saw Justin grab his own tits, like he was exploring them for the first time and was surprised at their massive size. Not long time passed and Dr. Gordon was back with two other doctors. One was around 60 years old and had a white beard and a balding head. The other one seemed to be around Dr. Gordon's age and maybe a little younger. He was much shorter and had no glasses, but a very slender physique. "This is Dr. Holmes, my mentor" Dr. Gordon said pointing at the old man, "and this is Dr. Whelmer, who I myself am mentoring, both very skilled in dealing with athletic physiques such as your son's" Dr. Gordon pointed at Justin, who was again being shy, covering his crotch with one hand and now his tits with his other arm... or trying to cover them, but barely succeeding. "Trully remarkable" Dr. Holmes muttered. "Can you help my son?" Michael rushed anxiously. "We'll try to figure out what the problem is first, sir" Dr. Holmes said not able to take his stare off of Justin. The doctors all approached Justin on the bench, blocking Michael's view. Dr. Holmes stood on Justin's right side, Dr. Gordon in the middle right in front of Justin and Dr. Whelmer on the left, next to Gordon. "Now, Justin we talked about this, no need to by shy" Dr. Gordon said, grabbing Justin's wrists and making him uncovering his tits and crotch. "Wow..." Dr. Whelmer gasped as he saw the tits exposed. Then he leaned a little forward to check Justin's rear and saw the bubbly asscheeks spread out on the bench, like pillows. He felt his cock throb. "Um... Mr. Myer, has your son had any... you know... cosmetic alterations?" Dr. Whelmer dared ask. Michael seemed appalled by this question. "What the fuck, doc?" "I'm only asking to examine all possible alternatives" Dr. Whelmer said calmly. "No, my son does not have silicon on his body" Michael replied angered. The doctors all nodded and then proceeded to using their hands to see for themselves. Dr.Holmes let out another gasp as he massaged Justin's right pec, accompanied by Dr. Gordon who massaged both the pectits together and Whelmer who had his hand on the left one. They all squeezed and groped together for quite a while. Justin looking at them curiously not realizing that this was really pleasing them immensely. Michael couldn't really see what was happening but he didn't like it. He was really worried about his son and he could feel that it was not in the doctors' intentions to help him. "What are you doing exactly?" Michael asked angered. "Umm... well, we're examining for signs of possible breast cancer" Dr. Gordon said. "Yes, a chest big as this, can very likely suffer from this form of cancer" Holmes added. Michael nodded while tapping his foot on the ground. "What are they doing to your son, Michael?" a demonic voice could be heard only by Michael. "They're molesting him. They're doctors, and they're surpassing every oath they took only to enjoy your son's divine body" the voice continued. Michael felt to be burning up. "And all you can do, is watch" the voice finished. Michael felt immobilized all of a sudden. Like his mind had exited his body, and floated above the whole scene, while his body stood like a statue in the room. Unable to move or speak. "What the fuck?" Michael thought of saying but nothing came out. The doctors continued their pec fondling for a while more, pinching the nipples, making Justin go fully erect and let a few moans. "He has very high nipple sensitivity" Dr. Gordon said, "take a note, Whelmer" Whelmer took out his smartphone and typed it in... and then proceed to film the gorgeous buffed up young man he had in front of him. "Yes, that's right, we should keep visuals in our archive of this speciment" Dr. Holmes said as he noticed Whelmer filming. Justin looked up at the men fondling him, with kind of a smile, like being grateful that they were now giving him pleasure. His dick was throbbing hard and his nipples had gotten aroused and stiff. "Do you think he has gyno, Dr. Holmes?" Dr. Gordon asked with pretent professionalism. "I wouldn't doubt it, Dr. Gordon" the old doctor replied, equally pretentious. Michael observed it all unable to act. "We should check if his nipples lactate to be sure" Dr. Holmes added. "Certainly" Dr. Gordon agreed, "Dr. Whelmer, please bring us the pump" "Right away" Whelmer said and headed to a drawer next to Dr. Gordon's desk. As he passed by Michael he gave him an innocent smile, unaware that Michael was totally immobilized. He took out a small pump from a drawer and then went back to his spot, next to Dr. Gordon. "Good, now Justin, it would be best if you laid down on the bench" Dr. Gordon said, and then proceeded to adjust the bench so that it had an inclined back so that Justin would be inbetween a sitted position and a laid back. Justin laid his back on the bench, further exposing himself to the perverted doctors to explore and defile him. Michael kept on watching desperately. He was screaming for them to stop, but was unable to do anything about it. "This might hurt a little, but nothing to worry about Justin" Dr. Gordon said placing the pump on his right nipple first. Then he proceeded to use it to pump on his large nipple. "Ahhh" Justin let out. "Not too bad, though, right?" Dr. Gordon smiled at him. Justin shook his head in reassurance, but still had kind of a grumpy look. Dr. Gordon pumped away, bloating the nipple within the tube. Dr. Whelmer kept filming, and Dr. Holmes kept on massaging the juicy pectits, focusing more on the left one that had the free nipple. "Ahh, ahhh... oooohhhh" Justin moaned as the pump did its work, "OHHH" Then with a final louder moan, white juice started flowing through his nipple. "Oooh, fuck..." Dr. Holmes muttered. "See this, fellow colleagues?" Dr. Gordon said, "the boy does suffer from gyno, his pecs are filled with milk" "Mmmm... oooohhh" Justin moaned as milk flowed out and filled the tube of the pump. "A very serious case too I'd say" Dr. Gordon kept on going with his pretent professional talk. "We need to help the poor boy" Dr. Holmes said, still massaging the tits. Justin looked up at him with a sign of begging in his eyes. Like he was indeed asking for help from the man. "Yes, we have to drain this milk out of him" Dr. Gordon added, "but this small pump isn't efficient enough" The doctors all exchanged looks. "We'll have to suck it out ourselves" Dr. Holmes said nodding. "Yes" Dr. Gordon agreed, "Dr. Whelmer if you won't mind to keep on filming this scientific procedure, as Dr. Holmes and I, breastfeed on this suffering young man" Dr. Whelmer was only able to nod in his crazed horny state and kept on filming with his phone. Dr. Holmes and Dr. Gordon placed themselves on the right and left sides of Justin and made themselves comfortable, suctioning their mouth's on the hunk's large stiff nipples. They started sucking, to much of Justin's delight and relief. "OOohhhh... oooohhhh... aahhhh... yes... thank you... ooohhh" Justin moaned as the two doctors began sucking the milk out of his tits. They used their hands to massage the large meaty muscles to cause more flowage of the milk. Michael was dying of jealousy inside his frozen body, but still couldn't do anything. The doctors had totally forgotten about him too. Justin's erection was throbbing this entire time and had now begun leaking precum down on his shaft and balls. "Dr. Whelmer if you wouldn't mind" Dr. Gordon said stopping his suckling for a bit, "doing the boy a favor and taking care of his erection. It would also help loosen up his nipples more causing faster flowage" Dr. Whelmer nodded and while still filming with one hand he proceeded to kneel in front of the bench, between Justin's spreadout legs and taking his throbbing cock in his mouth. "Ahhhhh... yeeaaahhh... oohhhh, thank you..." Justin moaned as Whelmer bobbed his head up and down the shaft. The doctors were completely overcome by Justin's lustful aura that affected all men, but they had no idea that by consuming Justin's juices they were further polluting themselves with the devlish seed. They all kept on going, sucking the hunk dry, as Michael watched and Justin moaned. "Ahhh... oooohhhh... this feels... so good... oohhhh... yes... ahhhh" Justin's moans were the only vocals accompanying the lustful scene unfolding. Well, apart from the soft, mouthful grunts the doctors were letting out now and then. Soon Justin shot his load all up Whelmer's willing mouth, and his milk flowage dried out so the doctors all let go of their lip-grips. Justin was letting out gasps of exhaustion, after this intense pleasuring experience he just had. "I think this went successfully" Dr. Gordon said, "we helped relieve the boy from the pressure of all this juices, bursting up inside him" The doctors lifted themselves up leaving Justin to regain his breath on the bench. "Mr. Myer, if you don't mind, we'd love to further examine your son on the days to follow. He is a very interesting case" Dr. Gordon said slowly approaching Michael's frozen body. "Not once in my 35 years as a physician have I seen such a marvel of male physique" Dr. Holmes added still impressed. "Absolutely" Michael muttered, but these were not his words. "Great" we'd love to see you tomorrow, we also do housecalls, if transportation is an issue" Dr. Gordon said, handing out a card to Michael. Michael mechanically extended his hand and took it. "We'll be in touch" Dr. Gordon said, "Now we'll have to attend to other patients, if you'll excuse us" The three doctors proceeded to exit the office and leaving Justin and Michael alone behind. Only then Michael finally regained his mobility and let out deep exhales of his supressed fury and jealousy. He nearly cried. Justin looked at him innocently, still dumbed down. Michael shook his head in denial unable to accept what had just happened. "I have to contain you" Michael muttered to himself. In the dark of the night, Alex was walking down the quiet neighbourhood of the Myer residence, viewing it from afar but proceeding to go a few houses further down. He stood in the dark, amongst a pattern of trees and looked towards the residence of some fellow neighbours of the Myers. "Are you here?" Alex asked no one in particular. "Yes" a male voice was heard from behind Alex. Alex turned and saw a young man standing in the shadows beneath the trees. The young man took a few steps forward and came into the light. It was Lance. "Good" Alex said. "What's the matter?" Lance asked kind of worried. "Well, it seems to me this is taking a little longer than what is was supposed to" Alex said not very pleased. "But it's going well, right?" Lance asked a little more anxious. Alex approached him and looked at him deeply in the eyes. "When you summoned me you promised me a family of four souls" Alex threatened, "so far I've only got three to work with" "Three out of four doesn't seem so bad to me..." Lance tried to say. "A deal is a deal" Alex said in a demonic voice, scaring the shit out of Lance. Then returning to his normal human voice he continued. "Not only that, but Wyatt is onto something. I think he may be able to reverse parts of my curse. You need to turn him to me soon, or I'll have nothing" he said. Lance gulped. "And if I have nothing, you know what that means" Alex continued in a severe tone. "My soul..." Lance muttered. "Your soul" Alex agreed in a more cheerful tone. Then he proceeded to leave Lance alone in the dark and disappearing into the night. Lance stared desperately towards the Myer residence. To be continued...