Max Meets Junior (Part 9)

“Oh…sir, thank you sir…” Jules groaned, gripping the table as his employer fucked him, Junior standing beside him, kissing his stepfather, toying with his nipples, massaging his belly as he fucked slowly, and then faster, taking what he wanted, making Jules moan louder with each thrust, showing him that he wasn’t simply employed here, that he was owned, and that he was happy being owned. Then, he came, and he came deep, and when he slid his cock out, he was surprised to find that a couple extra inches had appeared, bringing the length slightly past ten inches.

“I realized I hadn’t been fair to you before, and you’re doing so very well, adjusting to all of this, that I wanted to be sure to reward you properly, Daddy,” Junior ran his hand up and down his softening cock, “I do so want you to be happy, Daddy, because if you’re happy, then I’m very, very happy.”

What was he doing? He was standing in a dining room. Not his dining room, he’d never been in here before. He’d just stuffed himself, sucked off a houseboy who he thought might have been a previous co-worker of his, and then fucked him to a second orgasm he could now see splattered across the floor beneath the table, all while his stepson had been encouraging him. This was wrong. He knew this was wrong, and at the same time, he didn’t care. No, it wasn’t that he didn’t care, it was that he liked it. He liked that it was wrong, he liked that if anyone had seen this, if anyone normal had seen what he’d just done, they would be disgusted with him. He liked that, it was turning him on, and his cock was still hard in his stepson’s hand, it was still hard, and Junior knew it, and he was smiling, and that hunger in him was still there.

“What do you think Daddy? How about some time by the pool? I love how the sun feels on my skin, don’t you?” then he leaned in a bit closer, to his ear, “And we could fuck in the open, we could fuck in the open, and someone might see us…”

He liked that idea. He liked that idea a lot more than he should, but he liked it, and his stepson led him out into the sun by his hard cock, and they fucked all afternoon long, and by the end of the day, by the time he’d stuffed himself all over again for dinner, by the time a very similar Sunday had come and gone, he had forgotten all about that old, dreary, one bedroom apartment. All about that old Max. This was his life now, but what he didn’t know, was what it was going to cost.

***

Come Monday, Max finally returned to work after his somewhat impromptu vacation away. He heaved himself out of the car–a massive breakfast already straining under his belt–and he realized he had no idea what he was doing here. He hadn’t received any sort of training for this position, and he imagined that being head of HR came with all sorts of responsibilities he had no expectations for…until he got in the building, and found himself already walking a somehow familiar path to the elevator, pushing the button for a floor much higher than usual, and arrived at his office somewhat late, but no later than he usually was–his staff waiting for him for their weekly meeting to discuss the problems of the week, and Mac found it much easier to fake the position of leader than he had expected. In fact, he began to suspect that he wasn’t faking it at all, as he delegated the tasks among his team members, reserving a few for himself–and by the time Junior arrived at his office to take him out to lunch, he was reasonably confident that he had nothing to worry about after all.

He spent a few minutes making out with his stepson in the privacy of his office, before they excused themselves and slipped out for lunch–he told his staff that he’d only be gone an hour, and Junior snickered softly–in fact, they didn’t return for two hours. Junior had insisted they go to a buffet and had proceeded to stuff Max to the gills, and he heaved himself back into the office–Junior taking a few minutes to suck him off under his desk, before letting his stepfather get back to his work, and after a few days, it began to feel like an old routine–and his rapidly expanding waistline seemed to agree. Each day, his suits fit a bit tighter, the gaps in his shirts between his buttons growing steadily, but he couldn’t seem to resist any sort of food–especially when it was Junior plying him. On Thursday, Junior was especially pleased with how much he’d eaten, and so when they returned to his office, instead of immediate sex, Junior opened up a database on Max’s computer that he hadn’t noticed before.

“A little gift, I got for you, daddy,” he said, “A database with information about every employee in the building–I know you have one you use for work, but this one is contains some extra information you might find…relevant to certain interests of yours.”

Indeed–it contained a wealth of information. In addition of headshots it contained complete physical descriptions of the employees–even the length of their cocks–as well as information on their sexual history and interests, their extracurricular hobbies, and even, in more than a few cases, blackmail material. “I don’t understand…how did you get all of this?”

“I have my ways, daddy–you should know better than anyone. Now, why don’t you thank your stepson properly today? My ass is aching for your big cock…”

Of course, Max had to taste Junior’s ass first, his stepson bent over his desk while he got down behind him, spreading his cheeks with his hands, burrowing his tongue up his chute until it had loosened nicely–then he stood up and gave him a long, slow fuck. Junior ended up cumming across his desk, and Max was more than happy to lick it up for him after he’d shot his load inside Junior. However, he still wasn’t quite sure what to do with Junior’s special database–until the next week, when he passed an intern in the hallway, and his heart was struck with a need he had never experienced before in his life.

Max Meets Junior (Part 7)

This is a continuation of an older story of mine, one I never got around to posting, because it never got completely finished. That said, I thought this next portion was worth sharing! The first six parts can be found here:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Max woke up, naked, lying in a king sized poster bed, in the middle of a room approximately the size of half his apartment. He had absolutely no idea where he was. He threw off the sheets and scrambled up, wracking his brain. The day before, he could remember saving his job, he could remember talking with Mr. Herman about who to fire, and then he’d come home, and Junior had been here, and he’d fucked him. Finally fucked his hot stepson in his young ass, and fuck it had felt good, so fucking good. He grabbed his cock, and gave it a stroke, remembering how it had grown, seven inches of thick cock, but none of this should matter, he shouldn’t be thinking about Junior he should be trying…trying to figure out where he is.

But he knew where he was. He was home–his home. He had never seen this room before in his life, but he knew it was the master bedroom of his very large home in a gated community, where he lived with his stepson Junior. He knew that he could afford the mortgage because he was no longer a low level manager, but rather Vice President of Human Resources. It couldn’t be true, Things like this didn’t just happen overnight, and yet here he was, wriggling his toes into the carpet of his massive bedroom, admiring the broad windows overlooking a beautifully manicured backyard and pool surrounded by a high sturdy fence and thick foliage for ample privacy. His kingdom. His own private estate. His, and his stepson’s, and no one else’s.

He felt a strange rush in him, at that realization. An odd satisfaction, a pride that felt alien to him. He’d always felt good about himself, for being a man of modest means and simple taste, easily satisfied, but suddenly, looking out at this place, there was voice clamoring in him for more. He had more than he could ever need, but was it enough? He turned away from the window, suddenly finding it a bit hard to breathe. What was all of this? How could any of this have even happened? He wanted it, he knew that, he was glad for it, but…but should he want it? Would he have wanted it a few days ago?

Then, a more important question occurred to him–shouldn’t he be at work right now? He’d talked to…Mr. Herman yesterday–Wednesday–even though that felt like a past life. Shouldn’t it be Thursday? He grabbed his phone–it was already ten in the morning. With a panicked rush, he ran around the room opening doors until he found a walk-in closet stuffed with suits much more expensive than anything he’d ever owned previously, pulled one out and started getting dressed. He had underwear and pants half on when the door opened, and a completely naked Junior stepped into the room, and looked at him quizzically. “Daddy? What are you doing? It’s Saturday.”

Max stared at him. “Saturday? But…but yesterday was Wednesday, and I have to meet…Mr. Herman, we have to discuss Julian, the…the patents…”

“Oh Daddy, don’t worry about that! I took care of it for you. In fact, I took care of a lot of things for you, as you can see.” Junior crossed the room to where Max was, pulled the shirt from his hand and examined it for wrinkles. “I do hate it when people make me dance hard for my job, you know, but I must say it is always so much more satisfying when they finally give in. And you gave a whole lot, much more than I ever expected.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“Daddy, it’ll be a bit hard to adjust I know, but I did it all for you–for us. So we can be happy. Now get those pants off–I’ll have Jules iron them for you this afternoon. For now, let’s find you something more comfortable to wear, and then it’s time for breakfast.”

Max tried to protest, tried to pry a more coherent explanation from his stepson, but Junior seemed more interested in clothing, sifting through the closet until he settled on a set of red silk pajamas which he cajoled Max into. The fabric felt amazing, but not nearly as amazing as Junior’s hands on his chest. He leaned in and tried to kiss him, but Junior stopped him with a finger. “Now now, we can’t get started with that just yet, or we’ll never get out of the bedroom today.”

“Would that…really be a bad thing?” Max asked, running his hands over Junior’s shoulders.

“”Oh, but Jules has put so much effort into breakfast, I’d simply hate for him to have wasted it. He does so admire you–not partaking would be rather rude, you know.”

Jules–Junior had mentioned that name several times now, but he still had no idea who he was talking about. He tried to ask, but the question was forgotten with a short, but intense kiss shared between them, as Junior buttoned on the silk shirt. Then he broke away, fetched a pair of leather loafers, Max slid his feet into them, and he followed his naked stepson out of the bedroom and into the house proper.

It was…big. That was the fact that kept occurring to him, as they moved down the hallway lined with guest rooms, a study, a small library, down a curved staircase to the ground floor, where he was finally able to smell and hear food cooking in the kitchen–however, they didn’t go to the kitchen–Junior led him to the dining room instead, where the long oak table which could seat twelve had two settings at one end. He took his place at the head; Junior poured him a mimosa, and then whisked off to the kitchen to see whether Jules was ready. He only had a moment to marvel at the opulence of the room, before Junior opened the door and a young man, no older than twenty-two or twenty-three strode into the room carrying a covered platter, wearing nothing other than a neon green jockstrap. Max was facing the door, and all he could do was stare, his jaw agape at the young man striding across the room, his eyes glued to the young man’s crotch, bouncing to and fro as he set the platter down in front of the two settings. “Good morning, sir,” Jules said with a giggle, “Glad to see someone was able to…rouse you this morning.”

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 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.

Arctos: Cable (Part 2)

“Come on, bro, get off me–I’m late for my fuckin’ class…”

Jared pushed mah head up, ‘n I moaned–how fuckin’ much did I fuckin’ drink last night? I mean, I ain’t no stranger tah hangovers by any fuckin’ measure, but this one was like someone had dropped an engine block on my noggin. Beside me, Jared gets up and stretches, givin’ his big jock gut a nice scratch,’n then heads fer his room–in front a me, the TV is still on, but unlike the night before, it ain’t holdin’ mah attention–just a fuckin’ rerun. I know all these Mechanic Stars episodes by heart anyway.

I haul mahself outta the deep indent in the couch, but it seems a bit…harder than it should be, fer some reason, ‘n give a good belch, mah gut rumblin’ when I do.

“Nice one, bro!” Jared shouts from his room.

“Plenty more where that shit came from, trust me–’n git a load a this!” I hike up a leg, give a shake, and pop outta fart fer him too, hearin’ ‘em chuckle as he’s gittin’ dressed. “Fuck, what fuckin’ day is it, anyway?” I mutter.

“Tuesday–don’t you have work, bro?”

Fuck, Jared’s right–I gotta be at the shop in a few hours. Still–first things first, gotta take a leak. I heft myself into the bathroom, stand in front a the toilet ‘n let loose, the sharp stench a beer piss in mah nose, ‘n I grunt. From the sound a it, I’m gettin’ most in the bowl at least, but I ain’t never been one tah aim real good. Doesn’t help I can’t fuckin’ see mah cock either! I give it a shake, and go to back out, when I see mahself in the mirror…’n I freeze.

I freeze ‘cause the fucker I’m seein’? That ain’t the fucker I ‘member bein’ the night before.

I mean, sure, I remember mahself good enough. Three hunderd pounds a beef right there, huge fuckin’ gut, hefty moobs, covered in a whole lotta fur. Fat jowly face with a big goatee–same style as Mick on Mechanic Stars, cause he’s mah favorite–shaved head too. I see all that–I know that’s me, but at the same fuckin’ time, I know it ain’t right, but I can’t pin down why I fuckin’ think that!

“Make way bro,” Jared says, and squeezes past me to the toilet, adding his own load a piss on top a mine. I wanna ask ‘em if he…thinks this is right. I mean–he’s the one in college, right? Not that he’s smart ‘r anythin’, he’s a meathead jock, really, but I’m dumber than he is.

“Jared–is there…do I look right to ya this mornin’?”

“I mean, ya could do the world a favor and take a shower, but you’re the same big pig as always, Mike.”

“Yeah, but…coulda sworm I was…that we was…”

Jared finished pissin’ ‘n squeezed back past, my cock doin’ a little throb when his gut slides by. “Sorry man, gotta go. If I’m late to class again, they might kick me off the team.”

“Yeah, sure–a’ight…”

Mah belly was growlin’–I never can think ‘bout shit on a empty gut. I git in the kitchen ‘n cook mahself breakfast–Jared eats a bit and then runs out the door, wearing his usual grungy looking gym gear a ain’t never seen ‘em wash in his life. Still–smells damn fine. So does breakfast–might feed a regular family a four, but I sit down at the table ‘n inhale all a it by mahself, lean back and let out a long belch, feelin’ a whole lot better. Still, I’m havin’ a hard time shakin’ the feelin’ that somethin’ just ain’t quite right ‘bout all a this, ‘n I try ‘n think back tah the night before.

I swear I was studyin’ shit, ‘n then I got sucked intah that marathon a Mechanic Stars…Yeah! ‘N when I got home yesterday, Jared was zoned out too, in front a the fuckin’ game! Did…did the fuckin’ TV do this shit tah us?

I hear a click, ‘n the sound a the TV flippin’ on all by itself.

“Think we have ourselves a smart one in here, don’t you Mick?”

I know that voice–it’s one a the mechanic stars! I look out at the TV, ‘n see Mick ‘n JD from the show on the screen, just…starin’. Starin’ at me.

“Have a seat, Mike.”

Their voices ain’t right. They ain’t got the drawl they usually do. I should run, but instead, I waddle back intah the room and sit back down on the couch.

“Yeah, there’s the stupid fucker, look at the fucking slob.”

“Keep your eyes here Mike–we know what you want–what you like to watch.”

The two mechanics turned tah one another on the screen, ‘n started makin’ out, sloberin’ all o’er each other’s fuckin’ faces, greasy hands, grubby clothes, ‘n I can’t fuckin’ tear mah fuckin’ eyes away. I feel mah cock throb again, ‘n reach into my nasty boxer shorts tah start strokin’ it, mouth open, drollin’ intah mah goatee.

“Yeah, I think the pig likes it, don’t you Mick?”

“Of course he likes it–he’s just a stupid, disgusting mechanic pig like us–what else could he possibly be?”

“Probably spends all night slobbering over that sexy jock roommate of his, begging him to fuck his dirty piggy hole with his cock, smelling his old jockstraps while he jacks off.”

There’s….somethin’ in mah hand. I bring it tah mah face, ‘n sure ‘nough, it’s one a Jared’s rank jocks. I take a long snort a his musk ‘n feel mah cock start leakin, I shove the thing in mah maw and start suckin’ on it.

“Yeah, that’s a good piggy–give in. Let yourself go. TV knows what’s good for you, TV knows what you are. You’re a nasty fucking piggy, and you’re happy as can fucking be.”

It’s true, it’s all fuckin’ true. I can feel those old memories just drainin’ out mah head, I’m so dense anyway, can’t remember much shit at all! I’m fuckin’ close though, strokin’ hard suckin’ on Jared’s jock ‘n sniffin’ mah filthy pits–mah cock explodes all over mah thighs, ‘n I’m pantin’ ‘n huffin’, sweatin’ all o’er but feel so fuckin’ good…

Then I look ‘oer, ‘n see Jared in the doorway–must a fergotten somethin’–yeah, fergot tah fuck his pig, a course! Fuck it if he’s late fer class–he knows he can’t leave wit’out plowin’ mah shit hole!

Arctos: Cable (Part 1)

A shorter something based off a caption I did for a pic over in the bear TF discord channel.

I knew something was up when I came home to the sound of the TV on. Jared, my roommate in the apartment we shared, almost never watched TV–he spent almost all of his time holed up in his room, either reading or studying for classes. We were both fairly nerdy guys: quiet and reserved, and we’d always gotten along well, which is why we’d moved in together. Listening, it sounded like the TV was tuned to a sports channel, which was even stranger. I went inside, dropped my bag–and that’s when I saw him.

Jared–he wasn’t the Jared I remembered. He was on the couch in a pair of mesh shorts, jaw dropped, a bit of drool in the goatee he had somehow grown in the course of a day…but it was the belly that had sprouted which I found the most concerning. “Jared?” I asked, and he didn’t seem to hear me, “Jared!”

With a start, he looked over at me, eyes a bit dull…and I saw the empty beer cans scattered over the side table. “Hey roomie! What’s up? Some Arctos cable guy came by today, said we gots a free upgrade on the box. Picture’s fuckin’ great now! Sit down, let’s watch a bit.”

I didn’t know what to say–did he not see what had happened to him? I tried to point out how different he was, but he didn’t seem interested in listening–and before I could get him to pay attention, he was focused back in on the TV screen. Unnerved, I retreated to my room, keeping my eyes averted from the TV, and shut myself inside my room. Was I just imagining things? Jared certainly hadn’t seemed to notice anything wrong at all–and the more I thought about it, the harder time I was having trying to remember what, exactly, Jared had looked like earlier that morning. After all, hadn’t I left him right there, like usual, watching TV? He was always watching TV, wasn’t he?

I did my best to focus on my school work, but I swear Jared kept turning the volume on the TV up as the evening wore on. I went out to get some food and asked him to keep it down a bit, but he didn’t pay me any attention and just kept chugging the beer he had in his hand. “Whatever, bro,” he said to me, and let off a huge belch. I retreated back to my room, still keeping my eyes away from the TV as best I could. Once it came time to get to bed, however, I could hear the TV–and Jared snoring–through the walls of the apartment. I was going to have to go out there and turn it off at least so I could get some rest.

I crept out into the living room, and there Jared was, snoring away, his big hairy gut hanging out, cap on backwards, passed out drunk. What a fucking lout, I thought–what was I doing sharing an apartment with a fat, lazy pig like this anyway? I started digging around for the remote and eventually found it wedged under Jared’s ass, pointed it at the TV and tried to turn it off–but I must have hit the wrong button, because instead of turning off, the channel changed to something else. It wasn’t a show that I recognized at all, but at first look it seemed to be a reality show of some sort focused around a chop shop–a bunch of grungy looking mechanics covered in grease talking about the cars and motorcycles they were fixing and modding at the moment–however, it was the guy on the screen that caught my attention. He was speaking in a deep southern drawl, and this big, thick beard, and looked to be close to 400 pounds–just massive, and all of it packed into the grubby coveralls he was wearing.

After staring at the screen for a couple of minutes, I found myself becoming more interested in the content too–I decided to have a seat on the couch and at least finish the episode out. Then, when that one was finished, I discovered it was a marathon of the show…and I couldn’t very well watch just one episode, right? My hand found its way down to the side of the couch, where it fished up a can of beer–I popped it open and took a long swig, while my free hand started rubbing the crotch of my shorts, thinking about how sexy it would be to work somewhere like that–the smell of grease, the musk of my fellow mechanics, working with my hands. Still, I was starting to get tired, and while I tried to fight it as best I could, the beers were only making things worse. The last thing I remember is lying my head over onto Jared’s shoulder, and then I was out.

A Dog’s Tale (Part 7)

Needless to say, listening to my mutt’s description of that first night out in gear, I was understandably horny as fuck. Still, even in that costume, I could tell he was genuinely sad about the memory–I gave him a scritch behind his ears and that seemed to help him perk up a bit. “Sorry sir, thinking about Joel always makes me a little sad, and I don’t like being sad.”

“Ya don’t gotta be sad Fido–ya sure got me horny as fuck, talkin’ about that shit. I got a bone right here for ya, if ya want boy,” I said, showing off the outline of my hard cock in the crotch of my overalls. Fido stared at it, whined, and then looked away.

“I want to sir, you know I do. But we need to get home, don’t we? And I’m still not done with the story. I can’t…not until I tell you the whole thing, sir.”

“Yeah, probably best not tah fuck mah pup here, where everyone can see, as hot as that would be…” I said, and tapped the ash from my pipe out onto the cement and stood up, sliding it back into my pocket. “Come on boy, let’s catch the next train–I’m feelin’ a whole lot better now.”

“Yes sir!”

I admit, a part of me was still struggling to accept this, a part of me trying to insist that I’d missed some conference call, trying to tell me that my loft was on the opposite side of the city. But every time I tried to get my thoughts in order, the mutt was give me a nuzzle to make sure I was still paying good attention to his story, and so I figured it would be best to give the mutt what he wanted, let him finish, have a fuck, and then I could get my own shit straightened out.

The mutt told me about how horrible he’d felt for the next few days, about how horrible it had felt for giving in like that, but at the same time, it was craving more. It went back the next weekend, and the treatment was much the same–Fido did his very best to please Joel and all of the other men at the bar, but once again, it wasn’t enough. Joel kept abandoning him, time and time again, and he kept trying to understand why every time it happened he was so devastated.

“Finally…I realized I was in love with him. I was in love with him, but he didn’t give two shits about me, not really. I wasn’t…I was a toy, something to play with, I wasn’t a human to him at all. I don’t even know if he saw me as a pet. But I loved him unconditionally. Just seeing him would make me grin from ear to ear, and my tail would wag, and I’d get so excited because he was there again, he was back with me. I’d feel whole again. But then he’d leave–he’d always leave.”

We were off the train now, and walking through some poorly maintained apartment buildings. Fido seemed to know where he was going, and so I was following along behind, smoking my pipe again, now that we were out of the underground. It took me a moment to realize he hadn’t kept speaking, and he was looking back at me with…a strange look in his eyes. A loving look, but also desperate, and it…scared me, honestly. “So what, is that yer story, mutt?” I asked gruffly.

“Almost done. Let’s go in though, sir.”

He pointed to a door to one of the buildings, and I pulled out a thick ring of keys from my pocket, and sure enough, one of them let us into the building. The key was marked with the number “607”, so together we hiked up the stairs–the elevator was out–and arrived at an apartment. I opened the door and stepped inside, and immediately I felt…like I was home. The air smelled of my musk and my smoke–and it smelled like…Fido, too. There were dog toys all over the floor, mixed in with the grungy work clothes I tended to leave lying around. Still, it was home, but it wasn’t familiar. I didn’t know this place, even if this place seemed to know me. Fido stepped inside as well, a but cautious, but I could sense how excited he was about being here finally. I shut the door behind us, and he walked around, sniffing the air.

“Well? Here we are mutt–are you going to finish the story or not?”

He turned to me, face beaming, and nodded.

“So…I loved him. I loved Joel like I’d never loved anyone before in my life, and once I realized it…I realized he knew how I felt. He’d known longer than I had, and he hadn’t…done anything. But I needed to be with him. It didn’t feel like a choice, it was a desperate compulsion, and so one night, outside the club, I managed to chase him down, and I begged him. I begged him to…to let me be his pup.”

A Dog’s Tale (Part 5)

It was at this point that Fido paused in his story, looked down at my lap, and licked his chops–I mean, his lips, or whatever. I followed his eyes, and was disturbed to see that his rather detailed description of his first time in gear had, for some reason I couldn’t quite explain at this moment, given me a massive erection in the front of my pants. But that…I knew I shouldn’t be turned on by this. Fido had, as the story progressed, gone from a mere curiosity to someone much creepier. Why in the hell was I even still listening to him? I needed to get home, I had work in the morning, but more than anything, I didn’t want to have to listen to the fucker’s strange ravings anymore. And yet, even as I tried to stand up and head for the doors of the train, my body stayed right beside him. He reached out with one hand, stuck in the paw of the suit, and groped my crotch, whining a bit.

“Don’t worry master, I’ll help you out soon, once we get home. Then I’ll be your pup. I’ll be a really good pup, I promise. I can’t wait to be…me again.”

“No–No, fuck you, I don’t know what your fucking shit is, but I’m fucking done with you.”

It took all the will I could muster, but I did, at last, lurch up to standing and squeeze through the people on the train towards the door as we approached the next stop. I didn’t care if Fido was following me or not–I’d get away from him somehow, or at least find some security guard or police officer to get him to stop fucking harassing me. I got out on the platform–one I couldn’t remember ever seeing in my life–where in the world was I even?

“Master! This isn’t our stop!” Fido shouted, but I just headed for the stairway out–I needed some fucking air, I needed to get away from this crazy fuck. As I hurried off, I passed a map of the subway system, and realized I had somehow gotten on the complete wrong train, heading in the opposite direction from my apartment. Instead, I was heading towards the rundown section of town, mostly occupied by small apartments where the lower class workers and laborers tended to live. I should turn around and head for the trains, but that would mean passing Fido…and all I knew was that I needed to get this fuck away from me, but he caught up to me soon enough.

“Sir, I don’t understand, why did you get off?”

“Please, just fucking leave me alone!”

“But I haven’t finished my story yet–I haven’t even gotten to the good parts!”

I turned on him, and screamed in his face, “I don’ wanna hear anymore a yer fuckin’ story, ya fuckin’ mutt!”

Something was wrong again–my voice…that wasn’t how I was supposed to sound, was it? I felt dizzy and a bit lightheaded, and as I turned around, I saw people staring at me–at me, like I was the crazy fuck, and not the fucker beside me in the fucking costume.

“Why’s he yelling at his doggy, mom?” said a little girl passing by, but her mother just shushed her, gave me a wary look, and pulled her along.

“I’m ain’t fuckin’ crazy…he’s the crazy fuck,” I muttered, but Fido just tapped at my hand with his.

“Let me finish the story sir, and everything will make sense, I promise.”

“No, I don’t fucking want to listen to anymore of this crap,” I said, quieter so only Fido could hear, and kept walking, until I passed an advertisement on the subway wall behind plastic–letting me see a translucent reflection of myself, and what I thought I saw–it couldn’t be right. My body…I could remember it not looking quite right before, but now I seemed even more off–my gut even more pronounced, and I seemed to have lost another couple of inches of height…but now, there were new differences. My usually clean shaven face was covered with a thick beard, one that looked like I’d been growing it for years, and my head was completely shaven. Almost worse, my perfectly tailored suit was gone, and replaced by a pair of grungy, hi-viz coveralls, the kind worn by guys in construction. I didn’t even fucking look like me anymore, I looked–and sounded, I realized–like some lower class, uneducated grunt. Then Fido caught up with me, and in the mirror…in the mirror, I didn’t see the man in the suit, no, what I saw was…was a dog. Was my dog, the big fucking mutt, almost to my waist–I turned and looked at him, and he was still standing there in the costume…but what the fuck was wrong with me?

“What the fuckin’ hell is this? What the fuck’s happenin’ tah me? I ain’t supposed tah look like this, ‘n why’s everyone think yer a real fuckin’ dog?”

“Because I am a dog, master–that’s what I’m trying to tell you! See, I thought it was a curse, but Master Joel–he helped me see what I needed to be, and after that first night in Pigtown everything made so much more sense, you see.”

“I don’t wanna listen anymore, I don’t wanna hear any more crazy shit from yer fuckin’ mouth.”

“Come on Master, you’re just cranky because you haven’t smoked your pipe in a while. Let’s go sit down outside, you can smoke a while, and I’ll keep telling you my story–how’s that sound?”

I tried to resist, but he just grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of the station, parked me on a bench, and as he kept speaking, he helped me light a pipe that had somehow appeared in the breast pocket of my new coveralls. I listened, and felt my cock start to harden again, but once I had a nice buzz going from my pipe, I settled down, and groped my cock as my dog described his first night in Pigtown.