My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 9)

WARNING: SCAT

It takes a little huntin’, but I eventually find mah way tah the little stream runnin’ by the cabin. I gots the amulet with me, but it’s sealed up in a plastic container–big enough that it should float–I’d bury it ‘round here somewhere, but I can’t risk Unc or mah Bro findin’ it. They wouldn’t understand what this fuckin’ thing does tah people. I can’t even trust mahself, not really. Even now…there’s this voice in mah head, tellin’ me I’m bein’ dumb, that this ain’t what I want, but I can tell it’s a lie. It’s the amulet, puttin’ shit in mah head, tellin’ me I was in college, ‘n livin’ in the city. I fuckin’ know that ain’t right–I ain’t that dumb. A faggot whore like me, goin’ tah college–no fuckin way!

This is the best, fer all a us. I seal it tight, and test it in an eddy–makin’ sure it floats, ‘n then I chuck it out intah the current and watch it flow away downstream, makin’ sure I don’t see it get caught on a root or anythin’. As it goes away, the voice starts fadin’ too–it’s a relief, really. I feel good fer the first time in days. I feel like mahself, like I’m supposed tah feel. I wipe mah hands dry on mah dirty jeans, ‘n head back tah the cabin, wonderin’ if unc’s woken up yet from his nap.

The cabin has seen better days–sure as hell don’t look as good as it did a few days ago–I think–but it’s home, right? We all like it here, anyway–here with family. Where we all belong. I head inside, ‘n I can hear Bro ‘n Unc goin’ at it already in the other room–figured they’d wake up first–after all, they didn’t need nearly as much work as mah Pa did. Yeah, Pa had been a real piece a fuckin’ work, let me fuckin’ tell ya, but he’ll be feelin’ much better now, trust me, now that he know’s just how important family is. Once he realizes just how much he needs me.

I did what he asked–first. I made him mah Pa, just like he’d told me to do. He wasn’t very happy ‘bout the rest a it, but we got everythin’ sorted out over a couple a hours. Told ‘em how much he loves me, how much he loves his whore son, how much he loves mah holes, how he thinks about bein’ with me night ‘n day. Still–that wasn’t enough fer me. I didn’t just want him tah love me–I want him tah need me. I want him tah need all a us. After all, family’s got tah stick tahgether, but Pa–he had a real mean streak. Thought he could go it all alone. Well, I helped him see the truth, sure as fuckin’ hell I did.

“Fuckin…what the fuckin’ hell happened tah me?”

That’s mah cue, I think–it’s Pa’s voice, at least, so he must be wakin’ up finally. I head into his room, and It’s the smell that hits me first. We can’t get him real clean anymore, not as big as Pa’s gotten, so he stinks pretty much all the time–still, I don’t mind–I love the stink of a dirty fucker, after all. He’s there on the bed–a massive heavin’ pile a flesh. Nine hundred pounds a flesh, tah be exact. I walk around the side of the bed, hearin’ ‘em wheaze ‘n start tah panic, his arms flailin’, legs tryin’ tah push up against his bulk, but it ain’t no use. Pa ain’t been up outta that bed in years now, ‘n wit his appetite, he ain’t never gettin’ outta there again.

He looks o’er ‘n sees me, and I can see it. I can see him tryin’ tah be mad, but the love fer me he feels every time he sees me washes it all away. “Boy–son, fuck–what the fuck did ya do tah me? This…this ain’t right. This wasn’t the deal. I can’t…I can’t move…”

“Course not, Pa. Ya know that. Ya ain’t moved from that bed in three years.”

He’s crying now–I can’t tell if it’s because he’s so happy tah see me, or because he’s terrified. Probably both, but the first one’ll wear the other one out soon. “Where’s the necklace–the amulet. Where it it!”

“Don’ know what ya talkin’ ‘bout Pa–musta been a dream ya were havin.”

“Ya…Ya fuckin’…fuck!” He flails some more, trying to roll over, but it’s no use. “Please son, I gotta take a shit…”

“Don’t worry none ‘bout that! That’s what we keep Unc around for, right?” I turn and call out, yelling for my uncle tah git in Pa’s room, and a few seconds later, my uncle bounds in. He stinks worse than the rest a the room, but he don’t mind–all Unc wants tah be, after all, is a cumdump and full service toilet–ya’d bee surprised what men round here are willin’ tah pay fer his services–some guys refuse tah piss ‘n shit anywhere else. My bro comes in after, stinkin’ a sweat–he was probably just fuckin’ Pa’s hole wit his ten inch cock–big muscular beast of a top, he fuckin’ is, but dumb as a rock. Only one with any sense left in this family is me, after all. “Come on Bro, let’s lift.”

Together, we grab hold of the chain hanging off to the side of the room, and haul up Pa’s legs by the ankles, and Unc dives for the grungy crack as soon as he can, lickin’ ‘n suckin’ at Pa’s hole–and he lets go, horrified, but already settlin’ intah the norm. We knot the chain up, keepin’ pa’s legs high, ‘n when Unc’s done with his meal, Bro hops up next and starts plowin’ Pa’s hole, makin’ him moan ‘n hollar–and I get up on his flabby chest, straddlin’ him, and kiss ‘em, ‘n let Pa suck on mah cock, seein’ how happy he is, servin’ his son, his favorite boy in the whole wide world.

My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 7)

We went to the other room in the cabin, all three of us, and Gabe was in much the same position he’d been in when I’d left–lounging on one of the twin beds, smelling his pits, and jacking off. As soon as we entered and he saw that me and my uncle were gripping the talisman together…the look on his face chilled me, and I remembered what he’d told me about my uncle…but what choice did I have? It was cooperate with him, or live the rest of my life as daddy’s whoreboy–and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want any of this, but maybe if I just cooperated, I could try and put a few things right.

Besides, my uncle loves me, doesn’t he? I certainly loved him. He won’t…hurt me, not if I do what he wants.

“Alright boy,” he said, “Your tour of duty as my idiot son is done. I have a new job for you now.”

He looked at me, pleading silently, but I don’t know what to do–then, he’s gone, eyes blank and dull. He…I can tell now that I’m touching the talisman, that he’s been under my uncle’s thrall for a long time–long enough that he can’t resist it much at all. My uncle walks us over, and he barely needs to speak, Gabe is so receptive to his power, and as he lays there, I can almost…see him changing, and my father too, whenever I look back at him by the door to the room.

My uncle is tell Gabe that he was wrong–that Gabe isn’t his son at all. No–Gabe is the son of my father instead, and always has been. But they have a very, very special relationship. Gabe is a hedonistic slob, sure, but he’s also got an eye for faggots, and he’s known his dad’s a true fag ever since he started climbing into bed with him as a teenager, begging his son to let his dad suck him off, and Gabe never was one to turn him down. No–if anything, he encouraged him, teased him, led his father deeper and deeper into his depravity, until at last he accepted himself for what he was. Pure faggot. Nothing but a receptacle for the fluids of other men, destined to give them pleasure with his holes and nothing else. It’s been years now, with Gabe renting out his father’s holes to all the men in the trailer park, and training him himself, of course. See, his dad sometimes got ideas. Ideas that he wasn’t really a faggot, that he was a person. That’s why he had to wear the shock collar. That’s why his cock was locked up in a steel cage, ready to get poked with the cattle prod. That’s why he’d had all his teeth pulled out with pliers, and all the tattoos covering his body–especially the word faggot across his forehead. So he wouldn’t forget, ever again, that he was nothing more than a worthless, piece of faggot trailer trash, and his son’s whore to boot.

I’m listening to my uncle describe all this, seeing it all form in my mind’s eye. I’m horrified, sure, but the rush of it–it’s intoxicating, and all I want to do is ride my uncle’s cock again, to feel him inside me, feel him love me again. The talisman is glowing, and I sense that things are coming to fruition–as my uncle finishes, there’s a wave of light, and it strikes us all–but I see it sinking mostly into Gabe and my father, and they collapse–Gabe back onto the bed, and my father to the floor. It’s done–and all the changes I could see, they’re happening. My father wasting slightly, colorful ink appearing on his body. Gabe losing some of his fat as he beefs up into a proper bruiser, always prepared to put his father in his place.

Our father, I mean.

I realize then that there was one thing my uncle didn’t change. He didn’t change me at all. I can…feel the light in me too, and it’s making me kind of woozy as we leave the room and return to the living room. I tell my uncle that I’m not feeling good, and he just nods, pulling the talisman from my hand.

“That’s because you still belong with them, with your daddy and brother in there, Evan,” he said, “You’re still their whore, but if you thought your daddy was bad? Just wait until Gabe gets a hold of you.”

“That…That wasn’t the deal!”

“No–the deal still stands, boy,” my uncle said, and handed the talisman to me. “All you have to do, to get out of that? Make me your dad–your real dad. If you do it before the last spell affects you, you’ll be free of them both. We’ll have our own life together–a good life. Make me your rich, smart, suburban dad, and I’ll give you the life you’ve always wanted.”

It had been a trap. I could feel the dizziness washing over me more now, but I fight it–harder, and focus on my uncle, and the talisman. “A-Alright. I will. But you…you need to sleep…”

I’m not as practiced as my uncle, but soon he’s snoozing on the couch. The talisman, it’s helping me stay awake, and keeping that last spell at bay, but if I don’t act quickly it will sweep me up into it too. Still…Gabe had been right so far, about everything. How could I really trust my uncle? Hadn’t…hadn’t he done this? To all of us? I have to know. I can’t do anything unless I know for sure.

“Uncle Max…in this trance, you have to tell me the truth, do you understand? The entire truth, you cannot lie.”

He nods, slowly, and I brace myself.

“Uncle Max, do you love me? Really? Like I love you?”

He shakes his head no, slowly, and it…it crushes me.

“What were you going to do to me? Were you going to make me happy?”

He shakes his head no again, and this time mutters a few words, how he was going to turn me into his little leather slave whore, once I’d given him the life he wanted.

“Sleep–you’re going to stay asleep until I wake you up, no matter what,” I said, choking back tears–but at least I know now. I know I have to fix this, and put it all right…somehow.

My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 6)

He’d done this to me. It wasn’t my dad, not really. It was him, my uncle. He’d done this to both of us. I tried to tell myself that, but…but it rang hollow. My uncle wouldn’t do this to me–he was the only man I’d ever met who treated me like a person, who I believed, deep down, genuinely loved me. He took a cloth from over the mirror, came over, and cleaned the makeup off my face while I leaned on him, and then kissed me. I could…taste the smoke on him, and I loved it–I craved it, I was tugging at his fly as quick as I could desperate to have him inside me, because he was the only man who could fuck me…and it felt amazing. It was like my ass was made for his cock, and nothing else–and he was more than happy to give it to me.

The next forty-five minutes flew by–he fucked me in every direction, from every angle, and I lost count of how many orgasms I had–both in my ass and in my cock. By the time he finally filled me up with his own load, I was quivering and aching and so full of pleasure I never wanted him to leave, I never wanted it to end. I asked him to hold me in bed, and he did, caressing me gently, my head on his chest listening to his heart beat.

“I wish…I wish we could stay like this,” I said.

“We could have, boy–but yer the one who said no. Yer the one who wouldn’t cooperate.”

The memory came back again, fainter than before, but their all the same, and I pulled away from him, horrified. “No–No, you did this. This was you, not him.”

“Ya know that ain’t true, boy–I’m the one who loves you, you know that.”

It was a lie, he was lying…I knew it, and yet I wanted to believe it. I couldn’t believe that the man I’d just been with, the only man in the world who treated me gently, who treated me like a person, would also be the one to put me in this position to begin with. I was the stupid one. I should…I should have agreed to do it, I could see that now, and yet…like an echo, Gabe’s voice was still there in my mind, warning me not to trust him…and I didn’t. I loved him, I wanted to be with him, but I didn’t trust him an inch, no further than I trusted my daddy. “I…I don’t…can’t you just…put everything back? I can’t think like this, I don’t know what I want anymore.”

There was a pounding on the door, and his daddy burst in, “Time up, fuckers–come on. Whore needs to eat, get a bit of rest, ‘n then we got the night shift.”

“Last chance, boy,” my uncle said quietly to me as he got up, “Because I know yer daddy’s only gonna get meaner from here on out–trust me, and I’m not gonna make the offer again.”

He headed for the door…and I could see the look in daddy’s eyes. He was horny, and when daddy was horny…that meant I was in for a beating. I…I knew I didn’t want this, I knew it, and my uncle was the only way out–even if I couldn’t trust him. “Wait! Wait–fine, I’ll do it, but…daddy first, and then I’ll…I’ll help you.”

My uncle looked back at me and smiled. “Sounds like a deal, boy.”

My daddy was just confused, looking between us, and asked what kind of deal we were even talking about, but my uncle interrupted him, told him he was getting sleepy and tired, and before I knew it, daddy was standing there, a bit of drool hanging from his mouth. “Alright Evan–come on. You want revenge on yer daddy here? Then you get to have the honors. Besides–you should have a chance to practice.”

My uncle pulled the amulet out again, but this time he pulled it off–but kept his hand looped in the gold chain, holding it out to me. I walked over, slowly, one eye on my daddy…still convinced he might snap out of it and beat the shit out of us both, but I got there, and took the amulet in my hand…and when I did, fuck, the power of the thing, it’s impossible to describe. I’d felt…powerless for so long, but with this thing, I could do anything I wanted…but what did I want? I knew what my uncle wanted, I could see it in him, but I was so confused now. Still, my daddy…he was bad. He’d done bad to both of us, and he deserved to be punished. I could do that–no, we could do that, together.

“Say it Evan–say what you think would be a good…punishment for your daddy here.”

“I…I want him to be a whore. A faggot whore, like he made me. I want him to spend all day getting fucked by dirty fat fucks like he makes me do.”

My uncle laughed, and beckoned my daddy over to us, “You hear that bro? Hear what your bright, magnificent son thinks about you know? Get on your knees fucker, you fucking whore, and get to work.”

My daddy dropped between us, and started sucking on our cocks, while my uncle worked the magic over him, telling my daddy what his new life was going to be like–and I added a few things in there too, but mostly…mostly I was just enjoying the sensation of being in power for once. I felt like all my life, this fucker, he’d controlled me, and now I had a chance to get even. I could make him love the taste of a filthy ass, like that disgusting biker I’d rimmed. I could make him a urinal for hire–offering men a place for their piss at ten dollars a bladder.

“Alright Evan, good work,” my uncle said, “But every whore needs a pimp right? And I know the perfect guy for your daddy to work for–let’s go see how my idiot nephew i doing.”

My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 5)

I didn’t know what time it was when I woke up next–all I knew what that I hurt. Every part of my body hurt, but especially my throat and my ass. A moment later, the door to the room where I was banged open, and my father stomped in–but it wasn’t the father I remembered, or at least the one I thought I should remember.

The lights were out, and all I could make out of him was his silhouette–but it was massive. Six feet tall and a few inches, broad of shoulder and broader of gut, but with plenty of muscle packs into his chest and arms–I should know after all, since anytime I did something daddy didn’t approve of, I’d get a backhand across the jaw, at least. “Alright cunt,” he said with a snarl, and flipped on the light, “Have a good nap? Get the fuck ready–we got clients in fifteen minutes.”

“B-But…dad, I…” I stammered, but even as I spoke, I realized I should have known better. Daddy stomped over to me and gave me a solid smack, hard enough to make my teeth shake a bit. I’d…I’d been really good lately, he hadn’t knocked a tooth out of my head in almost a year, and I wasn’t going to start making him do that to me again. If I lost many more…he said he’d just pull them all out. The clients would pay more for a toothless whoremouth anyway, as he called it.

“Did you say something, cunt?”

“No daddy.”

“Didn’t fucking think so,” he said, and spit on my face, “Now clean up and put yer makeup on. These country fucks were promised a pretty city faggot, and that’s what yer gonna give ‘em, right?”

I nodded, and my daddy stormed back out the room, slamming the door behind him. The room…it had changed since the last time I’d woken up, mostly with the addition of a small vanity against the wall, which I made my way over to, sat down at, and looked at my face–my new face. I was…small. So fucking small, and chubby, with two soft breasts and a hairless body. I still had some makeup on from my earlier clients, but I went back in and touched myself up, a little blush, a little lipstick, a little shadow. The roughnecks out here…daddy found it easier for them to pay if I was more feminine. I found the pair of panties I’d been wearing earlier, which one john had tore off me eventually, and tucked my puny, two inch dicklet in the front, thankful my daddy still hadn’t followed through on that promise. If I didn’t have a few regulars who liked sucking on the puny thing, he probably would have cut it off years ago.

I was trying to fight it. I was trying as hard as I could, but this one–the change was so much larger than the last, and somehow that made it even more real. My daddy–as soon as he’d realized I was a little faggot, he’d started whoring me out–at home, around the city. He’d made a deal with my uncle to work out of the cabin a couple weeks a year, to give the roughnecks and truckers around here a shot at my faggot holes…and I hated them. I hated these weeks so much, they were so much rougher, so much dirtier…but it meant I got to see my uncle too, if he had the cash for my dad…and that almost made it worthwhile.

I got back up on the bed, sitting there, waiting. I heard daddy talking to some other gruff voiced stranger outside my door, and a second later it opened, and an old man entered, a leer plastered on his face, skin tight and wrinkled from years in the son-and then he was on me, licking me, tasting me, forcing me over onto my belly, ass up, and he was inside my tight hole–my forever tight hole. Men loved it–they came from miles around for a chance at it. Tighter than any pussy, and I wouldn’t mind if…if it didn’t hurt, every time. Every time it felt like my guts were being split apart, but I craved it all the same, because…because I liked it.

Deep down, my daddy was right–he’d always known me better than I’d ever known myself. I was a whore, I wanted cock, all day and night, and I wanted it rough. I fucking deserved it. My little dicklet had tented out my panties while the roughneck pistoned into me, and after a minute he gave a groan and came deep, filling my guts up, and as soon as he was out of the room, another one came right in after him.

Truckers, farmers, old fat fucks and young bucks–I took them all. It lasted hours, and my ass was leaking cum by the end of it, makeup smeared on my face again. I’d cum twice–once when some old biker had come in and made me eat out his ass while he jacked off. I…it was so fucking humiliating, that it turned me on, and he wanted to see me blow my load, he wanted to see my little clit while I chewed on his hole. The other time was some old farmer, maybe seventy, with a ten inch dick that worked like he was twenty. He hammered my guts so hard that I was spewing in my panties before I even realized it, begging him for more while he grunted and groaned, on the edge of a heart attack, probably–but he lived. I lived. I was so…tired by the end of it. Tired and humiliated, and…and wanting more, as much as I hated admitting it, but no one else came in, until my dad opened up the door.

Alright slut–that’s all for the evening, but my bro bought an hour with you.”

My heart skipped, but I didn’t dare show it–if my dad knew how much I liked seeing my uncle–and how much he liked seeing me, he’d probably double the price. I looked over and saw my uncle step into the room, closing the door behind him, and he smiled at me…and when I saw him, I remembered. I remembered, and through the desire, all I really felt was terror.

My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 4)

Keeping everything Gabe had told me in mind, I followed my uncle out into the living room, where my dad was laid out on the couch, drooling in a trance. Is that…is that what I’d looked like last night, too? My uncle had me sit down on the couch beside him, and he took the armchair across from us, and sighed.

“Alright boy–let me tell you, right now, how all of this is going to work. You’re dad there,” he said, pointing to him beside me, “He fucked up my life, when I was a little younger than you. Fucked it up, just because he found out I was gay and liked suckin’ cock. I was the one who was gonna go tah college ‘n make somethin’ outta mahself–but my parents kicked me out, and that college savings? It went to him, the deadbeat. Well now I’m gonna take it back–and you boy? Remember how I said you could cooperate or not? Well here’s your chance. Your Pa here–he’s gonna end up as the fuckin’ piece of trailer trash he was always supposed to be, no matter what you do. But if you help me out? Well–I can make your life fuckin’ perfect. Anything you want, so long as you also love fuckin’ around with me–the man who’s gonna be yer new daddy. But for that to work? I’m gonna need some help.”

He reached down the front of his shirt, and he pulled out the amulet–Gabe had been right. But what had he wanted me to do?

“Ya wanna be a college athlete? I can do that. Wanna be a genius? Easy as cake. Rich? Fuck–neither a us will be workin’ a day in our lives. You name it, ‘n I can make it happen–but first, yer gonna have tah do somethin’ fer me. See? This amulet can change a lot, but I can’t change mahself–that’s where you come in. All ya gotta do, is take this thing, and talk to me. Tell me I’m gonna be your father, living with you in the suburbs. You can keep it simple, the amulet will do the rest. Do that? And tomorrow–I’ll give you any kind of life you want.”

“Why…why not just make me do it? If the amulet is that powerful.”

“Boy, we both know yer dads a bastard. Wouldn’t ya rather have someone ya can trust–someone…ya love?”

He beckoned me over and pulled me into his lap, where I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and my heart fluttered, being this close to him again.

“How ya felt last night? I can make ya feel that every night. Ya’ll never be lonely again, ya’ll have a proper daddy, one who loves you and respects you.”

My heart ached for it, it really did. I…I barely knew my uncle, but fuck, I loved him so much, so much more than my father…but did I really feel that way, or was it just him making me feel that? Gabe had told me not to trust him–and if I gave him what he wanted…how did I know he’d follow through with his end of the deal? And…and did I really want a dad…a dad who’d spend all day fucking my ass, making me scream for…for more? He reached down and started rubbing my cock as well, teasing me…and it took every bit of will I had to pull away from him, shaking my head. “No–no, this is wrong. I…I won’t. He’s a…he’s not perfect, but he’s always been there for me, I can’t do this to him, he doesn’t deserve it.”

My uncle heaved a sigh, and shook his head–more in disappointment than in anger. “Well, I can appreciate the loyalty boy–but I assure you, he doesn’t deserve it. Go have a seat on the couch.”

I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t–and I sat back down with my father, struggling against him as hard as I could, but I could feel him in my head already, the room beginning to grow fuzzy. “Please–please, not again…just let us go…” I muttered, but I couldn’t quite get my mouth to form the words I needed them to do.

“I was hopin’ I wouldn’t have to do this, boy, I really was. I thought ya’d see what I could offer ya–but this works too. Ya wanna know what sort a bastard yer daddy is? Well I’ll show ya. I’ll turn ya against him, just as well–and ya’ll be beggin’ me fer another chance soon enough.”

My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 3)

“Now boy, we’re going to have get a few things straight,” my uncle said, as my cousin picked up speed in my dad’s ass, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I’m gonna tell you right now–this can go one of two ways. I know ya ain’t a bastard like your father–or at least I assume ya ain’t. If you’re good, and do what I say, I can make sure we both get what we want, got it? We can be real happy together, but for that to work, I’m gonna need your cooperation. Now, ya got a solid will on ya, I’ll give you that–it’d be a lot easier if you were a dumbass like my son over there–course, I can make ya a dumbass just like him. That what you want boy? You wanna be some useless pig fucker like him?”

I looked over at my nephew, fat and sweaty, his lank hair hanging around his fat, bearded face. “I…I don’t understand, I don’t know why you’re doing this to us.”

“You’ll get answers when you need answers. For the mean time, I need to know if you’re gonna cooperate, or if I need tah make ya cooperative. In fact? Here’s what we’ll do. He spun me back around, and when he started speaking again, it was like the night before, out on the patio–but somehow…less intense. At the very least, I didn’t feel like I was going to pass out like I had the night before, but my body couldn’t move–all I could do was listen. Listen while my uncle told me how I didn’t just want his old body–but that I lusted after my cousin’s filthy, disgusting, fat body just as much as my asshole father did. After a few minutes of that, I could move again–and I made a beeline right for my cousin, shoving my face in one of his stinking pits, screaming inside, but I couldn’t control myself at all, I couldn’t stop.

“Alright Gabe, you show that cousin of yours a nice time now–make sure he understands exactly what’s gonna happen to him if he don’t start cooperatin’, got it?”

“S-Sure thing, Pa,” my cousin said, and pulled out of my dad’s ass, “You heard him boy–you’re mine for a bit. Git down here ‘n slobber on my pole, taste that grungy hole a yer dad’s.”

I didn’t want to, but I had to. I dropped to my knees and started slobbering all over my cousin’s massive cock, tasting my dad’s ass and flecks of his shit. I wanted to gag, but I wanted to taste it. I needed it, almost as much as I needed to taste my uncle’s cum again.

“Alright bro,” my uncle said to my dad, “Come on–we need to have a nice chat while the boys keep each other occupied.”

I saw him shaking his head, and heard him whimper a bit, but he was as helpless as I was. My uncle dragged him out of the room and shut the door behind them, leaving us alone, Gabe’s cock still planted deep in my throat…but he went a bit slower, listening as the sounds of my uncle and dad drifted off into another part of the cabin. “Alright–ya need tah listen. I didn’t think I’d git a chance, but ya–yer the only one who can stop this.”

I tried to ask what he meant, but I couldn’t get a word out around his cock, and he gave me a smack across the face.

“I said listen! We ain’t got a lotta time, ‘n ya got orders tah follow. The harder ya suck, the better ya’ll be able tah listen. It’s…it’s how it works. The more willin’ ya are, the less it’ll break yer mind–unless he wants tah break it–but that’s the thing. He need ya.”

So he told me a story–a story which…was very hard to believe, but the more he told, the more sense it made. He told me, first of all, that I wasn’t really his cousin–that Gabe wasn’t related to any of us, in fact. I thought that was insane, until he started pressing me on it, asking me if I could remember anything about my aunt–his mother…and I realized that I couldn’t. In fact, I knew almost nothing about Gabe, beside the fact that he was my cousin, and my uncle’s son. No–Gabe had, in fact, been one of my uncle’s neighbors, and after my uncle had found the talisman, the one he’d chosen to work his new powers on, as a test.

It was an amulet. So long as it was touching my uncle’s skin, he could control almost anyone–but it went further than that. He could…change things. Change people. Warp reality around him. He’d used it to turn Gabe into his son, twisting him into the fat, grungy pervert I could remember–but who I could only remember thanks to the amulet’s work. The catch, however, was that the amulet doesn’t work on him.

“He can’t change himself–that’s the curse. In fact, usin’ it just ruins his life more ‘n more. Lost his job, almost lost the trailer–that’s why we’ve been livin’ here, but the place…fuck, it’s fallen apart around us, every day. That’s why he needs you. He…fuck, he hates yer dad, man. He fuckin’ hates him. Never really told me why, but somethin’ yer dad did to him…I think he told everyone he was gay, and that’s why he got shipped off into the army, while yer dad got to go to college. He wants his life–and he also wants you. He’s always wanted a son, but I…I was never real enough for him. He wants you, real family blood. But tah take his place, he needs someone else to change him! Then, once he’s got what he needs, the life he wants, he’s gonna ditch the amulet here.”

I pulled away from his cock, ready to dismiss it as insane…but what other explanation could there be, really? I hadn’t seen the amulet myself–but my uncle had worn his shirt to bed. Was it for safekeeping?

“But don’t…don’t fuckin’ trust him! He’ll fuck ya over too, he’ll tell ya anythin’ ya wanna hear, but don’t fuckin’ do it. But if…if ya…fuck…fuck pig, git that mouth a yers back round mah stinkin’ cock!”

He slammed his dick back in me before I could ask more, but he didn’t say anything else–whatever moment of coherence he’d had, it was swallowed back up by my uncle’s orders, and the two of us fell into a new round of debauchery, me worshiping his body and eventually riding his cock on the filthy bed, taking two loads of his cum in my ass and loving every moment of it. I was busy on his feet when my uncle opened the door again, and told me to come with him–that it was time for us to have our chat.

My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 2)

The next thing I know, I’m waking up in bed. My head is aching, I feel sick to my stomach, and I can’t remember much of anything from the night before–I don’t even know how I managed to get to bed. The only thing I do remember at all clearly is my uncle with his hands down my pants outside, once we were alone…and I remember…I remember how excited I was.

It feels so wrong, I know it’s wrong, but the more I think about it, the more I try and convince myself that what I’m feeling isn’t right…the more I remember, the more everything starts to just…come clear in my head. I can taste him, the cigar on his breath, feel the heat of it as he fills my lungs and I try not to cough, and I’ve wanted to taste him for so long and he’s finally here, and I can sense that he wants me just as much as I have always wanted him.

The night is cold, but with my back to the fire and my uncle’s hot cock slammed in my throat, I couldn’t be warmer or more satisfied. It’s my first time with anyone, and it’s a sloppy job, and he’s patient, but firm–warning me about teeth, helping me understand my gag reflex, praising me, and then hauling me up, dragging me inside, throwing me onto his bed (which my dad is absent from for some reason). His cock is still wet with my spit as he hauls off my pants, and I want him inside me, I want his cock in me more than anything, I’m begging for it, and fuck, it hurts. Still, he’s gentle, sliding it into be gently, lubing it up with more of his spit, drooled onto the shaft of his cock, and it isn’t too long before I’m open, his cock buried to the root, and I cum. I can’t hold it anymore, my cock starts to spasm and explode against the sheets beneath me, but my uncle is just warming up, and being fucked by him–I feel complete. I feel so…complete, and it’s all I wanted, all I ever wanted.

I shake my head and sit up in bed, trying to get rid of the images. It had to be a dream, some fucked up dream, but it was real, somehow I know it’s real.

“Finding out how much you enjoyed yourself last night, Evan? Cause I sure as hell enjoyed the hell out of your ass, boy.”

No–no, it couldn’t be. I couldn’t look, I couldn’t, but he reached out and touched me, a hand running down my back and thigh, making me shiver with need. “I…what if my dad finds out?”

My uncle laughed. “Don’t you worry about them, boy,” he said, and got out of bed beside me. “I gotta piss–and let’s see how your dad is doing with his nephew.”

I…I had no idea what that might mean, but when I saw what was happening in the other room…it wasn’t anything I might have imagined. There was my dad, with his face shoved in one of my cousin’s grungy boots, while my cousin was fucking him over the side of the bed–it was…disgusting, and I stepped back in horror, right into my uncle’s waiting arms. “See boy? We can have the whole day to ourselves, see?”

“What…what did you do to me last night?”

My uncle laughed, “Just finally getting what I want, boy, that’s all–and making sure that asshole brother of mine gets what he deserves too. Now come on–you want your uncle’s hot cock filling that hole of yours again, don’t you?” he reached around and groped my hard cock, “Sure feels like you do, boy.”

I did–I really did, but I pulled away, flung open the door to the other room, and yelled at my dad, telling him that we needed to get out of here, that my uncle–he was doing something to us…and the look my dad gave me when he looked up from that boot? I can’t tell you what I saw, behind the euphoria. It was…resignation. I looked to my nephew, and he too, had the same look. They knew–I was the last one to know. Had I just not realized it? Had I just been the last of his targets?

“Now now boy,” my uncle said, grabbing me by the wrist, “No need to disturb them while they’re having their fun. Now come on.”

I tried to tug away, but his grip was too tight–he hauled me close to him and kissed me, the stale smoke on his breath both vile and so sexy…and I melted into him with such relief I wanted to scream at myself. “Please, I don’t…want this, not really, please don’t do this to me…” I said.

“You got yourself a solid will, boy, I can admire that–but this isn’t about what you want, trust me. Now come on, I’m gonna have to punish you for being a bad, willful little bitch.”

He didn’t even wait until we were back in the other room–he just shoved me up against the wall in the hallway and drove his cock into my ass again. Thankfully it was still loose from the night before, but it still hurt so badly–so badly, and yet I wanted it. I could hear myself, the words falling out my mouth, loud enough that I knew my father could hear, begging my uncle to fuck me harder, and harder, and harder–and he did everything I asked, with plenty of gusto, until he filled my guts again. I wanted to cry, but instead I shot my own load all up and down the wall in front of me–and when he ordered me to lick it clean…I did.

While I cleaned the wall, my uncle went into the room, hollered at my cousin to hurry up and finish, because he needed some personal time with his dumbass brother. I tried to run, I tried to get up and run, but I had to lick up my cum, I had to–at some point, the same, strange stupor from the night before had fallen over me, and I couldn’t resist him–and I had a feeling that my uncle’s plans for us were just beginning.

My Uncle’s Amulet (Part 1)

It wasn’t a trip I wanted to be on by any measure, it was one that my dad had told me I was going to go on, and that was that. Family bonding and all of that nonsense. What confused me the most about the entire thing was the fact that my dad fucking hated his brother–my uncle. He trashed him all the fucking time as some backwoods hick fucker–told me that if I didn’t get into college, I’d end up just like him and my dumbass nephew. Of course, all things considered, my uncle wasn’t doing that poorly–he’d gone into the military, and now he worked as a consultant for a defense contractor–he flew out to DC for meetings every few months, and did a lot of stuff remotely, but it could afford him a good house out in the sticks–and also gave my nephew the ability to sit on his ass all fucking day long.

They’d had some big falling out, around the time my uncle had gone into the military, and my dad had been preparing to go off to college. I…don’t know any of the details, but I know my dad hadn’t seen my uncle since. They talked on the phone occasionally, usually around holidays. The conversations were always…tense, even if it didn’t sound like they were talking about anything much, and when my dad put me on to talk to him, he always supervised the conversation for whatever reason. Then, grandpa died, and everyone went out for the funeral…and apparently he and my dad buried the hatchet, because now, all he can fucking talk about is this fucking hunting trip.

My dad has never hunted in his life. Well, he probably did when he was a kid–I know my grandpa was a big hunter, and my uncle has mentioned hunting trips in the past that he went on with him, though I can’t remember if he ever said that my father had gone along. In any case, I’ve never gone hunting, nor have I ever desired to. If anything, I think it’s kind of fucked up, to go out into the woods just to kill a thing and mount it on your wall. Still, my dad refused to take no for an answer, so we’re all packed up and driving the four hours to my uncle’s cabin for what my dad is promising will be a “real treat.”

No wi-fi, probably not even a bathroom–what the fuck? We arrive, and to my surprise, the place is actually fit for human habitation. It only has two bedrooms, so I have to bunk with my cousin…which is a bit awkward. I mean, I barely know him at all, and it doesn’t help that he’s in his thirties, while I’m still in the middle of college. He’s big fellow–probably close to 300 pounds, and when I get there, his shit is already thrown all over the room…and it stinks, honestly, like he didn’t even bother to wash any of his clothes before he came. I shove his shit over to his side, and drop my bag on the bed–it’s pretty late at this point, the sun is setting, so my uncle suggests we have dinner and relax a while…and that’s when things start to get a bit odd–or odder, I suppose, since the whole thing is still strange.

My dad…he seems really tense, and yet he seems happy to be here all the same. My cousin breaks into the beer and starts chugging away while my uncle cooks on the grill–I don’t think he says two words the whole time, just belches and chugs. My uncle offers me a beer, and I refuse–my dad, always a stickler in most cases insists I take it and when my uncle offers my dad a cigar, he lights the thing up eagerly. My dad. The militant non-smoker. Smoking a cigar. I don’t know what to say, and so I don’t say anything. We all eat, and my uncle starts a fire in the pit as it gets dark, and we crowd around it.

I finish one beer slowly, only to have another pressed into my hand. My dad gets up and says he’s tired from the drive and wants to go to bed–I try to go with him, but he and my uncle say I should stay up a bit more and hang out with my family–I hardly know them, right? But as soon as my dad is inside, my uncle gives my cousin a…a look, and he heaves himself up and heads inside too, swaying a bit drunkenly as he does, leaving my uncle and I alone in the dark, beside each other at the fire.

I don’t know what to say, but my uncle fills the silence naturally. His words…they have a real easy rhythm, you know? I’m just looking at the fire, staring at the flames dancing, and he’s talking to me, murmuring in my ear, and I don’t even really know what he’s saying anymore. I just feel…tired. Really tired. So tired I want to shut my eyes, but I have to keep staring at the flame, right?

I try to say something, I try to say I want to go to bed…and that’s when I realize something is really wrong with me. I can’t. I can’t do anything. I’m slumped in that chair, completely relaxed, and my uncle starts rubbing his hand over my body, feeling me up, and I’m trying to flinch away, I’m trying to say no, but all I do is groan. I groan…because it feels good. Really good. His hand is slipping lower, down into my pants now, and I’m disgusted but at the same time I want him to touch me so badly. I feel my eyes finally slipping shut, and as I do, I shudder, my cock exploding in my uncle’s hand, and the last things I hear him say, before I slip under, are:

“That’s a good boy, we’re gonna be real happy together, just you wait.”

Smoke Spirit (Part 10)

He could feel Howie groping his fat tits while his son, Stew, sucked the last few drops of piss from the head of his cock, and then started sucking on the fat head. He could feel Pete stroking his cock while he watched his own father fist his cousin’s tight hole. He could feel Stew’s ass clench tight around his own fist. They were all one. They were all one with the spirit in the smoke surrounding them, and with a cry, all four of them came, sealed away in their new fate–four slaves to the spirit of the smoke which had infested Doug that night, and the thick haze in the house finally began to disperse, allowing them all to see Stew, their final member, in between them all.

He was fatter than the rest of them–even Howie–large enough that his gut hit the ground where he was on his knees, mouth still wrapped around his dad’s cock, sucking hard, making sure he sucked down every drop of cum to go with the piss swilling around in his gut. Their history had shifted as well–now, the prostitute Howie and Doug had fucked had brought twins, and the two of them had raised the boys in their…respective fashions. Where Pete was turning into a handsome muscle cub, taking after Doug, Pete had learned to indulge his greed and gluttony, just like his father. Howie leaned back, moaning, a thick cloud of smoke escaping his mouth as he did, and Doug could feel how close his brother was. He walked over, straddled his nephew’s back and started tugging on his brother’s tits, knowing just how to push him over the edge, feeling how happy the spirit was inside them all, now that it had a family again, a family like it had had before.

Of course, it hadn’t been a family quite like this one–Bandgar had gotten into a fight with a rough biker gang one night, and as he’d always been able to do, he turned them into a single spirit of smoke, and absorbed them into his body, where he’d begun warping and twisting them into something else. Bandgar liked to think of the spirits he made as gifts, and this spirit was a gift he’d decided to give to Douglas after that concert. Doug couldn’t be more thankful–he was alive again! He’d forgotten what it had been like, to be alive, and made of flesh, and how good it felt to cum in one of his boys’ nasty fucking holes. He–no, they needed to thank him.

“Keep playing you dirty fucks,” Doug said, “I gotta check a message.” He went upstairs and found his phone–or Douglas’ phone, rather. He wasn’t…quite the spirit, but he wasn’t quite Doug either. He was someone new–someone better. Something better, actually, because he couldn’t forget that he wasn’t alone here. Sure enough, Bandgar had sent him a message–a link to the band’s touring schedule, and that night they were playing in a big city one state over–close enough that they could make it if they ride all day. Of course, to do that, they’d need bikes. His family had to ride hogs, right?

He went back downstairs, and felt the rest of his family falling into yet another smoky orgy, but with a few smacks upside the head, he set they straight. They had to get on the road, and they had to get going soon. The smoke in the house had thinned somewhat, but hadn’t dissipated–it had been waiting, it seemed for the thought to form that they needed to leave, and it starts to swirl around each of them. It wasn’t like before, where they’d been swallowed up–this time it stuck to them and became clothing–and like their identical tattoos, all four of them were dressed in the same basic outfit–ragged jeans and leather chaps, boots, leather vests with no shirts. The two boys had on collars, of course, showing their place in the hierarchy below their fathers. They headed for the door, and the rest of the smoke followed them, flowing out into the late afternoon sun and forming a cloud on the driveway. It faded away after a minute or so, revealing four old Harley’s–the men all headed for them, instinctively knowing which of them was theirs, and with a cry from Doug, they all drove off, abandoning their house, and their lives, without a second thought.

It had been a decent gig, and tear-down was going smoothly–smoothly enough that Ned felt he could justify taking a break for a cigar outside, while the rest of the crew got shit wrapped up. He wondered how that kid from the night before was getting on–from the sound of his message that morning, the spirit he’d been working on had been…vigorous. Still, those were the best kind, in the end. The kid might not have deserved it, but fuck, Ned had been horny, and having the four of them hanging around in his head had been getting a bit tiresome. It was time to start a new project, but to do that, you gotta get rid of the old shit first.

He stepped out into the alley, cigar out, when he saw them–four hulking men standing beside four Harley’s, smoking cigars and watching the door. “There you are, ya fucker!” one of them shouted, and ran for him. Ned braced himself–depending on how things had settled he was either about to get punched, or…well, something a bit more pleasant, hopefully.

It was a kiss–a nice smoky one, though it didn’t last long enough for Ned’s liking. “Heh, guess the day went well for you. Got the family back together?”

“Sure fucking did! All four of us. I–We…fuck man, what ya fuckin’ did tah us–we’re so fuckin’ happy to be out again man. We owe ya a nice long night before we hit the road again, what do ya say? You wanna fuck around with four dirty fuckin’ biker bears?”

It sounded like a real good time to Ned–he was getting good at this. He lit his cigar, and hauled open the door, “Hey boys! I gotta take off. I’ll see ya in the morning before we leave!” A few guys complained at the boss ditching work, but Ned didn’t give a shit–he was following Doug over to his family for introductions, and then climbed on with him and rode off for a night of sex with his creations, before sending them off again in the morning. Still, he had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time he met up with the four of them–after all, the highways could be a surprisingly small place, when you’ve been on them as long as Ned had. He reached around and groped Doug’s hard cock, admiring the size, and knew he was in for quite the ride himself later that night.

Smoke Spirit (Part 8)

Doug tried to fight and push back, holding onto his own memories, but every time he tried to bring forth something to counter the spirit’s assault, it seemed to catch fire, and before he could even think of it, it was gone. There was just him, his dirty minded brother and equally perverse son…and…and someone else, too, but they’d find him eventually too. And then the whole family would be back together, like nothing had happened at all. The searing burns were more frequent now, and he could feel his boy flinch a bit as well, on occasion, meaning he was probably suffering the same sensation. He realized, at last, what he was feeling–it was his tattoos, of course! He and Howie had gotten matching tattoos when they were teenagers, and had just…kept on going. It wasn’t hard to see that they were related, given how similarly decorated they were, and as soon as they could convince someone, they’d started tattooing their boy the same as they were, when he was a teenager. He was getting close now, as was his son, and Howie, and the three of them came within seconds of one another, the smoke finally beginning to dissipate, and Doug could step back and haul his cock free of Pete’s sweet hole, and look at the damage the spirit had done to them all this time.

Then again, maybe damage wasn’t quite the right word, because when the smoke began to lift away from Howie’s body, where he was in the chair, all Doug could do was let out a gruff moan, climb over his son between them, and start groping his brother’s flabby body. His…his twin brother’s flabby body. Yeah, he was only ten minutes older, sure, but he was still the big brother–although Howie had him beat in the weight department. He’d settled in at around 275 pounds at this point, and he carried it well–his thick gut sticking out in front of him, two meaty tits with massive nipples resting on top. His ass was plenty wide, and jiggled a bit more than his gut ever would–Doug could…remember how it reverberates when he’s pounding his brother’s fat hole over…over the back of their bikes–fuck! What the fuck is he thinking? What the fuck is he doing?

“Fuck, I gots the hottest fuckin’ big brother in the whole fuckin’ world,” Howie said, looking up at Doug, his eyes the same solid grey as Pete’s below him. “Hottest fuckin’ nephew too! That’s fer suckin’ down Unc’s cum, Petey.”

“Welcome, Uncle Howie! You know I love the taste a yer fuckin’ cum. Dad’s too!”

“Yeah…yeah, yer a little fuckin’ slut. Take after yer Unc like that, boy,” Doug said, but even though the words felt…right, and that new twang sounded so natural and easy, part of him was fighting for dear life against this. But then, Howie took a deep breath of cigar smoke, grabbed Doug by the collar and locked lips with him, and fuck, the sharp taste of tobacco on his brother’s lips had him hard all over again, and ready for another round. But he…they…they had to wait, because…because wasn’t someone else still missing? He had his bro, his son, but wasn’t there someone else? Yeah, there was, but his brain was being dumb–hell, he was pretty fucking dumb, but not as dumb as Howie and Pete, that’s for sure. Someone had to be the brains in this family after all. He took a breath off his own cigar, got Pete’s mouth around his cock so he could clean it off like a good boy, and kept kissing his brother. He could…tell, everything was going to sort itself out. All he needed to do was wait. Or…Or should he be fighting this? Resisting? Isn’t…that what he should be doing?

He felt a hotter pair of hands on him, and beside him he saw the spirit. It was so solid now, and he was certain that if he reached out he wouldn’t be able to push his hand through it. It looked…so much like him, somehow. It came closer, it’s smoky belly pressed against Doug’s side, and he sighed in pleasure–from the heat, the smell of the spirit, wishing…wishing he could smell like that, even.

“It says you’ve done real good, bro. It’s real happy with ya. One more, ‘n ya’ll be one a us too,” Howie said, looking up at Doug.

“Yeah Pa, I can’t wait until yer wit’ us. Yer gonna love it. It says yer gonna love it, ‘n I love it, so it’s gotta be true, right?” Pete had crawled out from under Doug and was standing beside him, opposite the spirit, and looking at the three of them, he couldn’t believe how…similar they all looked to one another. The differences were there, sure, but no one would ever not guess they were family. That…that they were…one. Together. “One more Pa, we can wait. He’ll be home soon.”

Steven, of course. What time was it, even? He couldn’t see a clock, he couldn’t tear his attention away from his family long enough to care. He was getting hard again–they all were–he leaned down and kissed his twin again, feeding the hog some smoke, listening to his snort a bit in excitement, while his boy licked at his musky pit, blowing smoke over his skin. He could…feel them somehow. Hear them in his head, if he focused hard, but it was too hard. “Soon,” came another voice, his own voice, actually, “Very soon.”