Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2011 20:38:53 -0800 (PST)
From: ewk1970@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Life Blood Part 1

The normal rules apply here, folks. This story is complete and total
FICTION. No children or animals were harmed in the execution of this story.
Please do not read if you are not legal to view pornography in your
area. The author retains all rights to this story. Please do not repost
without permission. I enjoy hearing from anyone who got off reading my
twisted fantasies so feel free to comment at ewk1970@sbcglobal.net. Rub one
off for me, guys!

Chet Greenwood was running behind schedule. The grass bag had broken open
over at the Lawson's and the Rogers' bushes took longer trim than he had
planned for. Chet had been taking on more and more lawn jobs this summer
and the pace was starting to become somewhat frenetic. He should have been
done with Mr. Hunt's lawn two hours ago. As it was, darkness was starting
to settle in like a shroud on the Hunt's secluded backyard.

At 15, Chet had what could be charitably referred to as a stout and husky
body. His 30 extra pounds sagged on his short frame solidly, his fleshy
bulges hanging like architecture. Chet was also covered in thick black hair
over most of his chest, stomach, crotch, back, and legs. Even his face was
coated with a thin, shady growth. His hair was longer, but curly, so it
grew out rather than down.

He tended to sweat a lot and since he was at the last lawn of the day he
had taken off his shirt. It felt good to have the early evening air blowing
over and cooling down his sweaty chest. His nipples, which were large and
round with a darker tint, hardened as they came into contact with the night
air and stuck out erect and proud. The breeze tickled over him and it felt
like a hundred tiny fingers playing lightly over his fuzzy frame. The
delicate pressure caused all the exposed hair on his body to stand up as if
at attention. Chet shivered and the wind changed direction quickly twice,
once to blow pass him towards the house and once to return.

When it blew passed him from the direction of the house it carried within
it a strange and alluring scent.  Not quite a perfume and definitely not
flowers, the suddenly warm and humid air was heavy with the salty scent of
the sea. Chet was momentarily overwhelmed, his senses suddenly overloaded
with thoughts and feelings that were decidedly alien. He had a flash of a
moment of pleasure that would extend across an endless lifetime. Feverish
warmth spread through his body, causing his arms, legs, and cock to tingle
and his head to grow light and dizzy.

He stood for a moment and savored the incredible sensation. He had stopped
mowing and the sudden silence filled the backyard like a physical
force. Chet hadn't realized it but he had been standing there in a
daze. The feeling was beginning to pass, but there was a pull to it and it
was directional. Chet took one, then two, faltering steps towards
Mr. Hunt's house. Like a swimmer following a warm current, Chet made his
way steadily towards the back of the house.

The Hunt residence had a gorgeous and expansive deck made of wood and
stone. Various lounge chairs and patio furniture spread out across the
ballroom-sized area. There was an in ground pool with an attached hot tub
with another freestanding hot tub nearby. Chet had seen it all before,
however, and it didn't distract him from the musk scented air that was
carefully maneuvering him towards the house.  There were a series of
sliding glass doors that admitted entrance to various rooms in the
house. He passed by the living room, dining room, and finally found himself
hovering like a ghost outside the master bedroom.  The scent was definitely
coming from in there.

Chet entered the bedroom, his vision momentarily distracted by the light
cotton drapes hanging in the doorway like gauze. The drapes got caught on
his furry shoulders and it took him a moment to brush the airy material
from his body. He looked up and was startled by the naked man standing near
the bed and staring at him. It took Chet a moment to recognize him as Chris
Hunt, the owner of the home and his employer. He looked different somehow,
as if he was somehow coated in a hazy light. He also looked hyper real, his
hairy and round body standing out starkly from his mundane
surroundings. The hair that covered his solid frame was a brown the color
of fall grass and it spread out curly and touchable across his chest, down
his stomach, and nestled around his cock and balls. His cock was plump and
erect, measuring around six inches with a fat, bullet-shaped head. His
balls were big as plums and held tightly to his body by his nut sack. His
nipples were long and cylindrical and they hung down like miniature
penises. They were swollen and were apparently dripping some kind of clear
fluid. Upon closer inspection, the same fluid was dripping in copious
amounts from his hard dick. Chet was surprised to see that there was so
much fluid that it had begun to pool on the floor and glistened in the dim
candle-lit room.

Chet felt the blood rush to his face and back down his spine to his
groin. He felt like he should be embarrassed, but all shame had been washed
away the exotic scent that he now knew emanated from Mr. Hunt. Chet hadn't
consciously realized it, but he had what was perhaps the hardest boner he
had ever experienced. The vague feeling of warmth and general bliss had
started to turn a bit and become something more recognizable as lust. Chet
had never felt a longing quite like this before even in the midst of his
sweaty jackoff fantasies. Chet started to move towards Mr. Hunt and he
could feel a strange and foreign heat moving from his cock to his face
which now looked as red as if someone had slapped him. He felt a tickle in
his balls, a distant cousin to the feeling he would get when he was about
to cum.  He felt an uncomfortable pressure in his lap and finally noticed
his own hard cock straining painfully against the fabric of his shorts and
underwear. Mr. Hunt's scent had filled his sinuses with a smell so strong
that Chet could taste it in the back of his mouth, salty and thick and
pungent.

"You look uncomfortable...Chet, isn't it?" Chris Hunt spoke up suddenly and
his mild voice and innocuous comment were enough to send violent shivers up
and down Chet's spine.

Chet stood mutely, not sure what to say or whether he could even remember
how to speak. There was a small part of his consciousness that realized
there was something wrong here, but such pleas were being drowned out by
the roaring horniness moving through his mind. Chris looked at him
bemusedly and let one of his thick, heavy hands move lazily up and down his
chest and belly, running his fingers lightly through his tangled hair. Chet
watched spellbound and could hear his pulse in his ears. The sweat he had
been covered with from his physical exertions had long since dried in the
cool air of Hunt's house, but a new sheen of dampness had broken out all
over his body, beading on his own body hair.

"Come over to me, Chet," Chris Hunt intoned, "Don't be frightened by what
you are feeling."

Trembling, Chet obeyed his request and walked right up to him. He stood
directly in front of Chris and he dimly realized the smell that was slowly
driving him mad was actually the clear liquid dripping out his nipples and
cock. He tentatively reached out a hand to Chris' chest only to be stopped
by the older man.

"That will come soon, my young friend, but first you must understand what
is happening, "Chris said, "I need your help, boy. I am offering to give to
you a gift of pleasure such as you have never imagined in your wildest
dreams. In return you will you will provide my sustenance and bring others
into my service.  Understand that once you are initiated into the mystery
of my service there is no turning back. I will own you. Nod once if you
understand and again if you wish to continue."

Chet stood there for a long moment and simply stared at this this thick,
naked man. He had never before considered doing anything even remotely
gay. He knew that some of his classmates participated in

"circle jerks", but because of his weight and slovenly appearance he was
never invited to join in. No girl had ever showed the slightest bit of
interest in him and he had never been in love or even on a date. He was a
lonely latch key kid and he had always sensed how disappointed his father
was in him because he wasn't one of the Golden Boys. And yet here he stood
before a man who was, by all accounts, attractive and interested in him. He
was clearly turned on by his fat, sweaty frame. All he had to do was give
himself over to Hunt's ministrations. Considering the quality of his life
so far it seemed to be a bargain to Chet. His mind made up he did as he was
instructed and gave Chris two short, sharp nods.

Chris smiled and said, "Excellent. Rest assured, boy, you have made a wise
choice. Now take off your clothes."

Chet was a little surprised by his forthright attitude. Despite the
narcotic effect of Hunt's gushing precum, the scent of which still filled
the air, Chet began to feel self-conscious over his soft and flabby
body. He hesitated and looked down, pulling his eyes away from Hunt's
penetrating gaze, the gaze that appeared to look deep into and through him,
understanding him when he barely understood himself.

Chris chuckled low in his throat and said, "Boy, take off your clothes. Do
you not think I know what is barely concealed in your trousers? Do you
really think I invited you in here without knowing exactly who and what you
are? I tell you this now...I want you...all of you. You are beautiful, boy,
and I will show you exactly how special you are as well. Now is the time
and place to strip off not just your clothes, but all those worrisome fears
and insecurities. Now give yourself up and be set free."

Chet convulsed at the sound of Hunt's voice and tried to grasp the meaning
of his words. His hands were shaking and moist as he undid the clasp of his
shorts. They fell to the ground unaided and he stood there in his tighty
whities with his cock bulging in the stuffed pouch. He kicked off his shoes
and shorts and then bent over to remove his socks. When he stood up he saw
that Chris was now slowly stroking his magnificent boner, using the
fragrant liquid to lubricate his tool. Chet stared for a moment and licked
his lips in anticipation of what he knew would come next. With a quick
flourish, Chet whipped his underwear down and out and let his own five inch
hard on flop out.

Chet's belly hung down low, but his cock was still clearly visible from
beneath his bulk. The thick hair on his stomach trailed down to an even
bigger bush, one that at least partially obscured his length. His cock was
nearly as fat as Mr. Hunt's and his balls hung down in their furry
sack. Chet could suddenly smell himself and the scent of his stink and ball
sweat wafted up and mixed with the clean, alluring, and fragrant bouquet
coming off of Hunt in waves. A small pearl of precum appeared at the tip of
Chet's cock and he stood there waiting for permission to continue.

Chris took Chet's hand and placed it on his swollen nipple. Chet
instinctively pinched it between his fingers and his slight manipulation
caused more juice to flow. Chet had never heard of such a thing as a man
having precum come out of his nipples, but he was getting more excited at
the thought. Just the touch of Hunt's fluid on his fingers was bringing on
a warm and pleasurable feeling that he could feel down to his toes.

Chris spoke again, "Understand this, boy. My juices will sustain and
stimulate you. Once you have drunk from my fount you will always have to
drink from it. You will be possessed of a craving that would put the worse
opium sot to shame. As long as you love and obey me in all things then I
will never stop you from taking your fill. Disobey me or disappoint me and
the consequences could be...unpleasant. If you truly wish to join my
service then place your lips on my nip and drink from my body."

Chet didn't even think twice about it. He leaned in and carefully took
Chris' right nipple into his mouth.  The taste hit him like a blow to his
frontal lobes. The salty-sweet fragrance took on whole new dimensions of
complexity; the moist, sticky texture clung to his lips and tongue. He used
a bit more pressure and felt the liquid squirt out into his sucking
mouth. It was liquid fire that ran down his throat, a sappy sensation that
spread warmth across his groin. He quickly lost what little control he had
left and started biting and nibbling at Chris' engorged nub, drinking
deeply from the fleshy tap.

Hunt growled at this new rough treatment. He grabbed Chet's head from
behind and pulled him closer, his dripping cock smearing Chet's tummy with
goo. Chris moaned softly and encouraged the chubby lad to suck deep and
hard.

"That's it, boy, drink deeply of my essence," Hunt said, his voice heavy
with lust, "Take it and be transformed."

Chet experienced a moment of time standing still. Everything seemed to
stop, at least from his perspective, and he could feel heaviness nestled
deep within his balls. The sweet ambrosia continued to flow from Hunt's
nipple, into his mouth, and down his throat. Chet could feel his body
simultaneously freezing and burning, a cold fire sweeping over his skin and
through his guts. There was a definite transformation taking place and,
after a quick moment of panic, realized that he no longer cared. He must
not only have this man, but be owned by him as well. Chet could feel the
loneliness, the despair, the deep seated unhappiness dissolve away with his
physical mortality while filling up with a pure, shining desire for Chris
and his welfare.  This child of neglect, this prince of despondency,
finally, for the first time since the death of his mother, found himself
filled with love and acceptance.

"That's enough, boy," Chris abruptly pulled Chet's still sucking mouth away
from the life-giving nipple,

"Get down on your knees. It is time for the next stage."

Chet knew what was coming. He dutifully dropped to his knees and was
suddenly faced with Chris' bulbous penis. It seemed to pulse and breathe
with a life of its own. The formerly clear liquid was now milkier and the
flow seemed to have picked up. Chet hadn't ever thought about being this
close to another guy's junk and he was afraid that he would be grossed out
by it. However this was not the case and Chet's hand slowly rose and
grasped the thick hanging meat.

Chet looked up at his new master with a questioning gaze. Chris gave him a
perfectly blank face that held no demands and no expectations. Chet had
started jacking the stiff rod without realizing it, giving the shaft and
his hand a fresh coat of slick wetness. As he moved forward Chet hesitated
for only a moment and then opened his mouth wide and slowly slid the fat
head into his watering mouth.  Although Chet didn't see it, a slight smile
creased Chris' solemn countenance.

The hot and cloying taste quickly filled Chet's mouth and coated his taste
buds. He quickly ascertained that he couldn't take more than half of the
fat cock into his mouth so he concentrated on licking and sucking the
egg-shaped head. Every little pressure from his lips or tongue generated
even more fluid which he quickly gobbled up and swallowed. The friction
between lips and cock started making squishing noises and the blowjob grew
wetter and sloppier. The excess wetness dripped out of his mouth and down
his chin and soon his chest was sopping wet with Chris' precum. Chris
moaned and caressed Chet's wild main of dark hair lovingly.

"That is very good, my son," he said, "Keep that up and you will soon get
your reward."

Chet subconsciously began sucking harder and faster at even this small
amount of encouragement. Chet loved the feel of Chris' hand on his head,
the pressure both reassuring and dominant. He knew that Hunt was going to
pop a load in his mouth, but he was far past the point of worry. He wanted
Chris' hot, thick juice to explode in and coat his mouth and throat. He
wanted his master to wring every bit of pleasure out of his nursing
mouth. Chet wanted to be taken in any way Chris wished to take him. A
distant part of his mind recognized this whole situation as being wrong and
beyond the pale, but it was a small, nagging voice that easily pushed down
by the roaring longing in his ears.

"When I go there will be a heavy amount of ejaculate, my son, you must try
your best to ingest as much of it as you can in order to be properly
prepared to be my servant," Chris warned.

With a grunt and a small thrust of his hips, Hunt's dick expanded and
exploded into Chet's mouth.  Bracing himself for the flow Chris was
momentarily gripped with a fear that he wouldn't like it and he was
pleasantly surprised to find the thick and heavy cream of Chris' nuts was
rich and tasty. It was like chocolate and strawberries or a lazy summer
afternoon.  It was like a first kiss on a moonlit night and the shining
reward of a job well done. It was warmth and security and the feeling that
you were never really alone.

He nearly choked on the first volley, but quickly regained his wits and
started chugging sperm like he was born to it. When Chet came it was
usually two or three heavy squirts followed by a few weak dribbles. When
Chris came it was like a faucet turned up to full blast. There was no
counting the spurts as it was just one continuous flow of warm, salty
spunk. Chet began to get light-headed from a lack of oxygen as he was
literally drowning in a sea of cum.

Chet finally had to pull off to breath, but the deluge of cum continued. It
splashed over his lips and nose as Chet pulled it out of his mouth and took
a heaving gasp of air. Pointed slightly upward, a blast of spooge hit his
forehead and dripped down his eyes and cheeks, leaving tear trails of cum
running down his face. Chet pushed the pulsating organ down and soon found
his chest covered in goo. The thick, unctuous liquid sex gushed out and
soon Chet's painfully hard erection was also coated in Hunt's sperm.  The
thick warmth felt good on his body and he went back to the source to drink
some more.

This continued for a good ten minutes before the flow slowed and finally
ceased. Chris was now breathing hard and he seemed lost in contemplation
for the moment, gently rubbing Chet's head as he continued to clean off his
now spent cock. He looked down at the chubby 15 year old and felt a surge
of happiness expand his old and withered heart. He knew that this boy was
exactly who he had been looking for and he sent up a silent benediction to
whatever powers may have been listening for leading him to this small town
and this utterly delicious man-child. Chris honestly couldn't understand
why the waif's father and fellow teenagers treated him with such casual
disdain. Well, plenty of time to take care of that.

Chris pulled his still hard cock away from Chet's grasp. The boy looked at
him with alarm. Clearly he was besotted with the strange man's cum and
already had a fearful look that suggested he was worried that that was
it. Chris smiled at him and told him to lie down on the bed.

Chet still looked worried and said, "Are you sure? I mean, I was sweaty and
dirty when I walked in here and now I'm covered in..." Chet hesitated and
continued, "your cum. I don't want to mess up your bed."

Chris let out a laugh that initially startled the teenage boy and said, "My
son, the last thing you need to worry about is dirtying up my sheets. I
will despoil an endless amount of clean sheets if it means that I may
continue to have you. Get in the bed, boy. It is time to complete our
compact."

Chet jumped onto the firm bed, laid down on his back, and looked innocently
up at Hunt. Chris approached the bed with a smooth and practiced glide and
he was soon positioned next to Chet with his head at his crotch.

"I know you are a virgin, but have you ever been given oral pleasure
before, boy?" Chris intoned a note of playful menace in his voice.

"N-no," Chet stuttered, embarrassed by his lack of experience.

Chris gave him a smirk and lowered his head to the boy's genitals. He
inhaled deeply and enjoyed the musky scent of sweat and his own effluence
which covered the boy's cock and pubes. He looked up at the Chet's sopping
wet torso and ran his hands up and down his belly and chest, rubbing the
spilt juices into his soft and hairy skin. Chet was moaning and his cock
was throbbing dangerously close to orgasm.  Before taking the thick, cut
cock into his mouth, Chris felt the boy's testicles. They were still
hanging down, resting between his chunky thighs, but they were swollen to
outsize proportions, filled with the salty jism that Chris desperately
needed. His own transformative seed had done its work on the boy well. Soon
the sweet load he desired would no longer be able to be contained within
those testes and Chris would sup like he hadn't in 20 years.

He carefully took Chet's penis into his mouth and the flesh was hard and
ripe like an apple. Chris could taste himself all over the boy, a bit of
human property permanently marked by a handsome monster.  Chris had to be
careful because all he wanted to do was devour the swollen meat in his
mouth and he wanted it to last as long as possible. He teased both Chet and
himself with the light pressure of his lips and the tentative touch of his
tongue. He swallowed Chet whole and he could feel the heavy head punch into
his throat, soliciting a squeal of pleasure from the overstimulated boy.

Chet was grasping and pulling at the sheets and squirming around at every
flick of Chris' tongue. His body was convulsing with a pleasure that had
been barely hinted at when he masturbated. Every desire had ever
experienced felt like a pale shadow next to the feeling coursing through
his body. The normal tickle of his balls, that subtle warning of orgasm,
was magnified to a degree that was almost, but not quite, painful in
nature. Chris' mouth felt like magic on his rod and wished that his moment
would stretch out into an eternity of pleasure.

"Oh, Mr. Hunt...Master, it feels wonderful," Chet gasped, "Please, please
let me cum!"

Chris knew the boy couldn't hold out for much longer. He took a hold of his
nuts and started to squeeze them as he began milking his cock of its liquid
ambrosia. Chet, thrashing around like a spastic, had grabbed his head with
a death grip and began fucking his mouth with mad abandon. Chris felt his
testicles pull up a bit and then Chet screamed. His cock grew even fatter
and then began disgorging the hot, liquid fire of youth into Chris' waiting
mouth. Whatever previous orgasms that may have gripped his body in the past
were drivel compared to the feeling he experienced now. Cum gushed in
strong and ropey squirts and Chris fed on the boy as if it were his final
meal.

Chet's sperm was rich and tasty. Chris had not allowed himself such a feast
for many years and he was bound and determined to ride this one out for all
it was worth. The jism kept coming, a volume of pure bliss that was only
possible due to the changes wrought in his teenage body by Chris' own
potent and highly magical spooge. Chris gulped it all down and reveled at
the feeling of fullness that was already making itself known. He went blank
in his mind during moments like this, moments where he could let himself go
and simply enjoy the pleasure of swallowing a gallon of creamy cum. He fed
off the boy well and, when the tsunami of cum slowed to a trickle, he
carefully sucked off the excess cum and pulled off Chet's still hard prick.

Chet, for his part, was physically and mentally sailing into the
stratosphere. One orgasmic spasm flowed into another for a seemingly
endless wave of luxury and gratification. He felt the tight grip that the
older man had on his body, felt the closeness of a lover that he had never
experienced before and realized that this was truly where he was meant to
be. His cock normally became quite sensitive when he came, especially the
head, but at this point all he could feel was the glowing satisfaction of
an orgasm well received. Chet expected to feel disappointment when his
master finally disengaged from his cock, but this feeling was swept away
before it could fully form as Chris moved up his hands up Chet's heaving
body and wrapped his hairy frame around him.

Chris cuddled the boy affectionately and gave him the feeling of safety and
security he knew the man child lacked in his daily life. Yes, he had
bespelled the confused youth, fundamentally changed the way he felt and the
way his body worked, and had unabashedly used his teenaged victuals to feed
on, but the change cut both ways. Chet would be forevermore addicted to
Chris' mere presence, not to mention his desire for Chris' cum, but Chris
would also be tied to the boy as well. The metaphysical strings of desire
between the two would soon be nearly impossible to break. Chris pondered
this as the exhausted lad fell into a deep sleep in his strong, solid
arms. Once again silently thanking whatever powers existed in this world
for providing a boy this delectable for his feeding, Chris laid there
silently and softly petted Chet and watched him sleep. Tomorrow he would
consider what steps needed to be taken to protect and nurture his latest
acolyte. Hunt believed that it would begin with the boy's foolish father...


TO BE CONTINUED...