Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 22:32:43 -0700
From: Dark Broski <darkbroski@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy, the Devil and Me Day 4

Day 4 - Morning

Woods

"Fucking hell," Derek sighed as he stroked his cock. "Oh Adam I can't
wait. You're gonna be so happy soon..." he was thinking about his best
friend. He was suppose to be taking the chest back to Adam's house, but he
barely got up the road before the urge to cum became too strong.  He was
pissed at his whore father interrupting him and Adam finally bonding. But
Adam left before it got good. "I fucking want that cock in my mouth again."

Derek was leaning against a tree, one hand stroking his cock, the other
putting a finger in his mouth, sucking on it. Wishing it was Adam's
cock. His father had told him to go straight to the church in the morning,
but when Adam called and asked him to bring the chest over, he wasn't gonna
refuse. Besides, his dad never came home last night. "I bet he was getting
fucked by every guy in town." Derek briefly thought about his dad's
ass. How eager it was to engulf his teenage cock. How desperately he wanted
his cum. Derek was getting completely lost in his cocky lust, which yes,
was very hot. But he still had a couple things that needed to be
accomplished before he could do as he pleased. Cue Clarence.

Clarence had been spying on Derek all morning. He needed him to get into
Drake's house, give him the chest. He smiled as he approached Derek.

"So your Officer Harding's boy..." he cooed as he came up behind Derek.

Derek stopped jacking off, but left his dick out and turned to face
him. "Whose askin?"

"The owner of that chest..." Clarence calmly responded. He loved arrogant
young men like Derek. So full of themselves, and so easily manipulated.

Derek smiled. "So you're the guy Adam told me about." Derek flexed his dick
at Clarence.

Clarence reached out and grabbed Derek's cock and whispered in his ear, "I
have a job for you..."

Day 4 - Morning

Drake's House

Drake awoke to loud banging on his front door. "Fuck...what now..." he had
awoke in a pile of his son's dirty laundry. The jock from the night before
still in his face. He groggily stood up. The banging was getting louder,
almost thunderous, commanding for him to open the door. His hands began to
tingle as he opened his bedroom door. Across the hallway on the wall he saw
a note taped up. It said:

"Hey Dad! Coach called and he wanted to talk to me about some scholarship
options. I should be home for lunch!"

"That's right. Today is Saturday." murmured Drake as he stumbled down the
hall. His hair was a mess and he still was wearing his pants from the day
before.  The knocking continued. "Alright I'm coming!" He yelled as he went
down the stairs.

He opened the door to find Derek standing there holding the chest, "Morning
bro!" Derek skipped on in as if it was just any other day. "Adam said to
bring this over. Is he here?"

"Um. No...he's meeting with his coach I think." Drake slowly sputtered
out. His head wasn't working right or something.

Derek plopped down on the sofa and stared at Drake.

"Can I...help you with something Derek?" asked Drake, a little annoyed.

"Nah man. I'm just chillin. I'll wait for Adam to get back."

Drake couldn't get the words from Officer Harding out of his head from
yesterday. That Derek had been sucking Adam off. He couldn't believe
it. Derek probably could have as much pussy as he wanted. No way was he
gay. Officer Harding was obviously just a stupid whore.

"Why am I thinking like this?" Drake pressed his hand to his forehead.

"What did you say?" Asked Derek, grinning that cocky shit eating grin he
always had when he talked to adults.

"Um. Nothing. Nothing. I'm gonna go take a shower, feel free to watch tv or
something." Drake said and headed up the stairs to his bathroom. A nice
cold shower. That's all he needs.

Meanwhile downstairs...

Derek was thoroughly searching through all of Drake's things. "Gotta find
that ring, where could it be..."

He quietly went upstairs into Adam's room. Nothing.

Then into Drake's room. He could hear the shower running. He saw the pile
of Adam's dirty laundry on Drake's bed and began to sift through it.

Derek, being so close to Adam's scent, began to get hard. He couldn't wait
to destroy his best friend's ass like he did his father's.  He picked up a
jock and started sniffing it. After a few deep breaths he looked over at
the floor outside Drake's bathroom. There was the jeans Drake had been
wearing moments before. Derek knew he was on the right track. He quietly
picked up the jeans off the floor and reached inside the pockets.

Inside he found what he was looking for. It was hot to the touch and turned
him on even more. He so just wanted to lay in the pile of dirty clothes,
roll around, cum all over himself. His cock aching for attention. But he
had a job to do. A special job.

He was so lost in thought he didn't hear the shower turn off. "DEREK!? WHAT
ARE YOU DOING!?" Bellowed Drake at the sight of Derek holding the
ring. Derek froze.

Drake grabbed him and slammed him onto the bed. Drake only had a small
towel wrapped around him. "So you're a fucking thief now are ya? I knew you
were a bad influence on my son!" Drake was furious. This kid had been
coming over to their house for years. What else has he stolen? What other
ideas are he putting into Adam's head? Is that his cock hard as a rock?

Derek laughed. Drake was on top of him, and his stomach was digging right
into Derek's hard cock. Drake wanted to smack that grin off his face.

"Well well well." a voice from the door said. Both guys turned to see
Clarence walking in. "I was just walking by and heard some shouting, is
everything alright here?" Clarence's eyes darting between both the guys.

"I found this brat stealing your stuff." Drake said as he pointed to the
ring.

Clarence smirked at Drake, then at Derek. "Looks like we got a bad boy on
our hands Drake. How do you think we should punish him?"

Drake admired Clarence. Always put together, always calm. Even though Drake
still felt weird about what happened between them the day before.

"Well. We better teach him a lesson shouldn't we Drake?" said
Clarence. Eyes glinting. His devious smile directed Drake.

Drake began to become over with anger and fury. "Yeah...yeah I think we
should...is it true what your dad says boy? Were you sucking my son's
dick?"

Derek just smirked at Drake. "Maybe."

"That fucking smart mouth." Clarence whispered to Drake, "Should be
stuffed. Shouldn't it Drake?"

The whisper was like Drake's conscious. Yeah. Yeah his mouth did need to be
stuffed.  Derek giggled, as he played with the ring between his
fingers. "Well...looks like I still got the ring mister..."

Drake focused on the ring. It almost looked like it was glowing. He almost
could hear it. It was calling to him. The ring didn't belong to Derek. It
belonged to him.

A surge of anger over took him, and he grabbed Derek up and pushed him to
his knees. "Fucking suck my cock fag." he commanded. He let his towel drop.

Derek took Drake's veiny heavy cock and began to deep throat it as far as
he could. Enjoying he was licking on the very thing that created his best
friend. He wanted that cum to be inside him.

Drake pumped his cock in and out of Derek's eager throat. The only thing
quelching his rage was the warm wetness of that mouth.

"That's it Drake. Teach that little fuck." Clarence said as he began to
stroke his cock through his dress pants, "Give that throat a strong dicking
like he wants."

Drake looked up at Clarence and snarled a "Yeah" keeping a steady
rhythm. Man Derek was good. Adam must have really enjoyed this bitch's
mouth. "You suck better dick than your father." Drake blurted out in a
moan.

That made Derek moan and try to take Drake's cock to his balls. Choking
himself. Sticking his tongue out trying to lick his balls while gagging
himself.

Clarence reached over pushed Derek's face even harder into Drake's
crotch. "Swallow it bitch. Swallow it!" He was prying Derek's jaw open
further and strongly yet tenderly was forcing his mouth to take in Drake's
balls. "Feel that cock in your throat? It turns you on doesn't it? Dirty
boy."

Derek tried to respond with a yes, but only a muffled cough came through.

Drake was in ecstasy. Derek's throat and tongue were milking him. For how
disgusting and sloppy his father was, Derek was precise, he knew exactly
what he was doing. He wants this.

"But do I want this?" Drake questioned himself. He looked at Derek, Derek's
eyes bulging out staring at him. That young face. That young guy's face.

"What...what's going on?" Drake pulled his cock out of Derek's
mouth. Derek's throat POPPED as the thick head left his ripe throat.

"Something wrong Drake...?" asked Clarence as him and Derek starred at him.

"This. This isn't me." Drake said. He felt confused. He was hard. He had
liked the feeling. But this wasn't right. It wasn't normal. He began to
back away from the other two. Unwittingly backing himself into a corner.

"Clarence...what is going on?" Drake asked staring at him.

"Drake..." Clarence stepped toward him.

Suddenly Clarence was behind him. Grabbing him from behind. He had seemed
to teleport or something. Drake didn't even blink and Clarence traveled
halfway across the room? It took him a moment but then he started to
struggle.

"Grr...get off my Clarence!" Drake struggled. Though Clarence didn't look
it, he was strong and powerful. No matter how much he tried to maneuver out
of his hold he could barely even move. Barely even breathe he was being
clutched so tight.

Clarence whispered into Drake's ear, "I'm gonna make your dreams come
true..." Then to Derek, "Quick. Put the ring on him."

Derek grinned, spit and Drake's precum still dripping off his chin. With
one hand Clarence forced Drake's fist open to let his fingers point
outward. Drake could see the scars on his hands from the chest burns were
glowing. He felt terrified.

"Clarence! Clarence what is this!? Stop it!"

"Just touch it!" Clarence hissed.

Derek put the ring on Drake. A surge of extreme lust over took Drake. A
lust so powerful it was able to help him break free from Clarence as he
flung on top of Derek. Pushing him face down onto his bed.

He rips off Derek's pants and with no spit, no lube, nothing slams his cock
into Derek's virgin ass.

"FUCK!" Derek yelped.

"Shut the fuck up!" Drake responded. He grabbed a nearby jockstrap. One of
Adam's, the one he had fell asleep by and reached around and stuffed it
into Adam's mouth. "You wanna fucking taste my son's cock? How does his
fucking ball sweat taste boy?" Drake was horny. So horny. So hard. But he
didn't even care about getting off. All he cared about was stretching
Derek's hole. Forcing it to take his monster cock. It felt like his cock
was filled with fire.

Clarence was in the corner, pants off, jacking himself into pure
ecstasy. It was so hot, seeing Drake give in like this. Clarence was
grinning. Everything was going perfectly.

Clarence walked up behind Drake, "Fuck him. Drake. Fuck him like how you'd
fuck your son."

Drake's entire body was on fire. He could feel heat pulsating from his dick
into the boy in front of him. His hands warm with a firm grip on his
hips. His balls slapping against Derek's. And he thought about his son. How
his son would look in that position. How Adam's young body would take his
cock so perfectly. How Adam was probably like his best friend, a cock
slut. And that made Drake extremely happy.

Clarence moved to the other side of the bed and took the jock out of
Derek's mouth, and smiled at Derek. Derek nodded at him discreetly and
began moaning loudly.

"Fuck! Fuck me Dad!" Derek panted. Drakes thrusting became quick and rapid.

"Fuck yeah. I'm you're dad know you little bitch....*pant pant pant* Teach
you a fucking lesson!" Drake snarled.

Clarence stuck his hard cock into Derek's mouth. If Derek thought he was
sucking on a big dick before, he was in for a rude awakening. The tattoos
all over Clarence's body seemed to glow. Derek could almost feel the blood
in Clarence's cock swirling around, making his cock bigger and bigger until
it felt like the thickness of it would burst through Derek's throat. If
Derek could smile. He would.

"Rape his boyhood out of him Drake!" Clarence growled. "Turn him into your
boy slut!"

Drake was foaming at the mouth, his lust driving him into madness. Derek's
sexy tatted body wiggling on his dick. "Your holes belong to me. You needed
this. You need a man to teach you a lesson you slut." Drake was getting
really verbal, liking having total control over the whimpering whelp.

"Oh fuck me Dad!" Derek was so turned on, this true alpha-male, like
himself, topping him. Forcing him to submit his ass. He wished Drake really
was his dad.  He could ride that cock every day. Adam had no idea how lucky
he was gonna be.

Clarence leaned down and kissed Derek. "You're doing good. You filthy
boy. How's it feel to be properly punished?"

"So good. So so good. I'm gonna become even worse, so i can get more severe
punishments." Derek huffed, his boyish bubble butt bouncing against Drake's
hips.

"Such a fucking bad boy." Clarence grinned and re-inserted his cock into
Derek's mouth.

Drake was watching Clarence thrust his manhood in and out of Derek's
mouth. It was so fucking sexy. He felt his balls starting to tighten. He
wanted to fuck Adam. He wanted to hear his real son call him Daddy, to
scream out for him to fuck him. Maybe he'd let Derek and Clarence join
in. "Fucking take my cock son." he said to himself, fantasizing about Adam.

Clarence looked up at Drake and said, "...we gotta do this to your boy
sometime."

That was it. That's all it took. Drake reached over and grabbed Clarence's
head and moved it to his. Kissing passionately. Their tongues fighting each
other. The moment their mouths touched Drake began to cum. His eyes were
closed. He was kissing Clarence, and fucking Derek, but all he was seeing
in his head was Adam. His young boy. His boy. His property. He kept pumping
in and out of Derek. His cum leaking out of the young boy's ass. He was
getting to the point of wanting to stop, he was tired. But his body wasn't
letting him. He couldn't even move his mouth away from Clarence. He opened
his eyes, and couldn't believe what he saw. He collapsed.

Day 4 - Evening Location: Drake's House

When Derek came to he was laying in a pool of semen. He couldn't tell if it
was his or someone else's. "What the fuck happened..." it was night. Did
what he think happened, actually happen...or was it another one of those
dreams? He stood up from the ground. And wiped himself off with a nearby
towel. "Wait...I dropped this...didn't I?" He then looked on the bed. There
was the chest. And on his hand, the ring.

"Holy fuck!" Drake ripped the ring off his finger and threw it onto the
bed. He didn't have a dream. He lived it. It actually happened. He fucked a
kid his son's age, and Clarence...Clarence! "What the hell was that?"

He paused for a moment.

"ADAM!?"

Drake rushed from his room, as he opened the door he saw the same note his
son had placed that morning. He checked Adam's room. No signs of him being
there. He went downstairs, still no sign.

"Fuck fuck fuck."

Drake looked at the clock, it was 10pm. Two hours before his son's
birthday. He should be back by now. The only time he'd ever be gone this
long is if he was hanging out with...

"Derek!"

Drake didn't know how he felt. He didn't want to seem crazy and cause a
ruckus but if Derek and Clarence were going to hurt him or do anything to
him he didn't want his son in trouble.

The phone rings. "It might be Adam." He rushes over to the phone in the
kitchen.

"Hello?...On fire!?...I'm on my way!"

Day 4 - Night Drake's Shop

Drake pulled up to an inferno before him. His shop was ablaze lighting up
the night sky. He jumped out of his car and stared into the flames. He fell
to his knees.

His work, his lively hood. Everything he'd worked on for the past 20
years. His son's birthday present. He was devastated. Drake was trying to
fight back the emotion he was feeling. The past week had been so long,
confusing, tiring. All he wanted was to live his life with his son and work
on cars. And now his son was missing and his shop destroyed.

After a few moments Drake began to hear weird noises...was it howling?
Drake couldn't be sure. He stood up and took a few steps closer to the
burning building, the noises seemed to be coming from in there...and that's
when he saw it.

Amongst the flames two figures were entangled with each other, wrestling,
clawing at each other. Baring their teeth and attacking each other. The two
figures looked familiar...

"Holy...Gabe!?" Drake called out. But he did not get a respond. Drake was
sure he could make out the stocky build of his employee. He moved in even
closer, careful not to get too close to any part of the building that might
have stored anything explosive.  "Gabe! Is that you? Are you alright?"
Drake tried again. He thought he saw the figures stop for a moment, but
they soon resumed their actions.

And then Drake saw it. In the flames, standing in the middle of a swirling
inferno were Gabe and Daryl. Fucking. Daryl plunging his long dick into
Gabe's glistening hole.

"This isn't happening." said Drake aloud.

"But it is." Responded Clarence, appearing out from the shadows.

"You! Where's my son!" Drake charged at Clarence.

All Clarence did was extend his hand, it stopped Drake dead in his tracks
when he ran into it. Drake could feel the strength and power flowing within
Clarence.

"You're...you're not human..." Drake mustered. Hearing the sounds of Gabe
howl behind him.

"I can assure you Drake, I am very much as human as you. Well, in
appearance at least. I guess I am a bit unlike other humans..." Clarence
pushed Drake onto the ground and began to circle around him.

"You see Drake. I have been waiting a very, VERY long time for this. Why to
be exact...almost 18 years!" Clarence beamed.

"What the fuck? What are you gonna do to ADAM!?" Drake was furious. He
wasn't gonna let this thing, this monster touch his boy. "Ever since you
came to town everything has been messed up...my head is always
confused...you are NOT gonna touch my boy."

"Well you see. I would agree. But he's gonna be 18 soon and well,
heheh. That innocent shield of his will be gone...and I can finally do as I
please."

Drake glared at Clarence. Trying to think of some way to get to Adam, some
way to hurt Clarence.

"You can't hurt me. Nothing can. Especially not after all this pure, raw,
sexually deviant energy you and your townsmen have given me." Clarence was
reading his every thought. "I see you didn't bring that ring with you...too
bad. Looks like you'll have to go back and get it, and then bring it to
me."

"You coulda taken it yourself." said Drake.

"Oh, how I wish I could have. But you see? The items inside that box use to
belong to someone even more powerful than me, and well, I have a hard time
moving them about without it being in at least that chest. But for the
ritual I need all three pieces, on three different people, in a certain
pattern."

"Well I'm not helping you." said Drake. Just wanting to roll over and
cry. Was he ever going to see his son again?

"Oh I think you will." Said Clarence. "If you bring me the ring, I'll bring
you your son."

Drake stood up. "Where is he? I'll bring you your ring just don't hurt my
son!"

Clarence glanced down to his watch. "Well you better hurry. You only got an
hour before his birthday."

Drake fled for his truck. He was gonna get the ring and bring it back to
Clarence, get his boy, and leave town. No reason to stay there and all this
was just getting too weird.

As Drake pulled himself up into his truck he heard Clarence call after him,
"I'm not gonna be here! Tomorrow is the day of the Lord. I better be in his
house!"

"The church?" thought Drake. He raced home. "Hold on Adam..."