Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 10:52:13 -0700
From: Dark Broski <darkbroski@gmail.com>
Subject: The Exorjizzm of Colin Kane Part 4

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Chapter 8: The Priest's Story

"Should we get the boys some snacks?" Joel asked as the two men walked
around a convenience store in town.

"Jason doesn't really snack. He's too worried about his weight and body fat
for wrestling season," responded Mike.

The two men gathered their things and walked to the counter.

"Joel!" Joel turned, it was Jack. In his fireman shirt, red suspenders and
yellow fire pants.

They shook hands. Jack had a firm grip. Strong, but also sensitive. You
could tell a lot about a man from his handshake.

"I would still love to see the place. I've heard about the fire there and
would like to see what kind of damage, if any still exists. Everyone at the
fire station claims that by the time they had gotten to the house, the fire
was already out and there seemed to be no structural damage, but there were
tons of burned bodies. "

"That is weird..." said Mike stroking his stubble.

"Oh, Jack, this is my brother Mike." The men shook hands.

"Hey I know...why don't you come out over there tonight?" asked Mike. "We
can throw back some beers, play some poker."

"I don't think that's a good idea right now Mike." said Joel. Then to Jack,
"Something's up with my boy. He's not himself right now."

"Hogwash! It's just the flu most likley. Excuse my brother, he's been a
little off all day. Been listening to some crazy old man wandering around
his house," said Mike.

"Well I don't want to impose!" said Jake smiling at the brothers.

"Not at all, we just gotta find some priest guy and then we will be back at
the house. How about you head up in about an hour?" said Mike.

Mike was always getting Joel to do things against his better judgement.

"Ok, alright. You guys win." Joel conceded.

"Yes!" Said Mike.

"Jack, do you know where Father David lives? We need to speak to him." Joel
asked.

"Sure! You can follow me on my way home."

The men paid for their things, the clerk begrudgingly wished them a good
night.

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"Ok, we're here. You coming in?" asked Joel. The men were outside in the
truck, looking at the priest's house.

"Nah, I'll wait here. I'm not one for religious types."

"No worries. It shouldn't take long."

Joel got out of the car and headed to the front door. Mike felt a rustling
in his jacket. The porn magazine.

"Hmph. Let's see what my nephew was getting off to..." he opened up the
magazine as Joel walked up to the front door.

DING-DONG

A young man opened the door. "Hello?" it was the priest's son, Aiden. He
had dark hair and blue eyes, piercing almost.

"Hey Aiden...is your dad home?"

"Yeah, just a second." Aiden called for his dad, "Father! Mr. Kane is here
to see you!" David walked to the door and Aiden left. "A little late for a
confession isn't it?" David joked.

"I need to talk to you about my house..." Joel started.

"Nope. No way. I'm sorry Joel, but I don't want anything to do with that
house." He began to close the door.

"Please, it's my son. He's...acting weird. And some old crazy man told me
to find you..."

"Old man?" David's interest piqued.

"Yeah, he said to go to the priest." Joel looked at David, his eyes
begging.

Despite his better judgment, David hung his head.

"Come on in." David opened the door and Joel entered.

The men were sitting at a table in David's dimly lit kitchen. There were
almost 100 crosses scattered around just the kitchen. If he didn't know the
guy was a priest he would think he was crazy.

"I didn't realize your son was so old. I thought you were kinda young,"
said Joel.

"Yeah...well...I wasn't always a priest." David smiled. "He really is my
pride and joy though. I couldn't imagine life without him."

"That's how I feel about my son." said Joel, "so you can understand why I
need to know about your experience in the house."

"Alright. What do you want to know?"

"How was your time there? Anything strange happen? Anything...."

"Sexual?" asked David.

"Yeah." Gulped Joel.

"As you know. I grew up there." Began David, "Things seemed to be
normal. My parents and I moved in when I was about 10 years old. My mom
worked as a teacher in a neighboring town, so she was rarely home during
the week, and my dad was a wood worker. He worked mainly at home."

David stared into Joel's eyes intensely. "And then I turned 14. My Dad, he
began becoming less involved in my life, and was always in the
basement. Day in, day out, he would spend it in the basement. I never went
down there because it was his private area."

"How did your mom handle this?" asked Joel

"She divorced him. Ended up leaving him. She wanted me to come with her but
I felt like I needed to stay, take care of him. Someone had to do the
shopping for food...anyway...then one day, he woke me up in the middle of
the night. And gave me a porn magazine. My first, and last one."

Joel raised his eyebrows.

"It was an penthouse magazine..."

Meanwhile outside, Mike was looking at that very porn magazine. He was at a
set of pictures where there was one guy, and three girls. The man was
kneeling and the three women were squirting their slut juices onto his
face. He was getting soaked, with his big veiny cock sticking straight up,
and smirk on his face.

"Lucky son of a bitch" said Mike.

Back in David's house, "At first, I thought it was just a regular porn
mag. I was super excited, being 14 and all." David continued.

Joel smiled, remembering his first porn mag he got growing up from his own
father.

"But that's when the trouble really started. You see, I very quickly got
addicted to...well..you know..."

"Jacking off...?" asked Joel. His mouth starting to get dry.

"Yeah..." David was breathing heavy, "There was this set of photos....it
was an orgy scene, with 5 guys and 5 girls.  I couldn't go a day without
jacking off to it at least three times. Then 4 times. Then 5 times. For as
much time my dad stayed in the basement, I was starting to spend just as
much time in my room. Then one day, I opened the magazine. And I couldn't
find the same scene. Now it was an orgy scene of 5 guys, and three
girls. Something about there being more guys, filling multiple holes that
had to be stretched out to support their dicks. It got me even hornier."

Joel was breathing heavy. "Eventually, the images kept changing to where it
was only all men and one female. And then...." David let his voice go very
soft, "then there were no more girls in the entire magazine."

"Wha!?" Joel let out.

"You see Joel, the magazine. It somehow was leading me into perversion. It
shows you whatever fantasy you have in your mind. It guides your
perversions, increasing them. Driving them, until you submit to the darkest
of perversions and sins..."

"So did you..." Joel started to ask,

"No. That's when I realized I needed to stop, and do something. So, I went
to look for my dad. Talk to him. Ask him where the magazine came
from. However, by that time, something was going on in the house. It was
almost as if the house was alive, working off of my lust, my father's
lust. My cock was always hard, vivid sex dreams, every time I came I was
giving more power to the house."

"But...why?" Joel was a bit confused. "How? Are you sure you just weren't a
horny kid?"

"I understand why you might be skeptical, but like I said, I went to look
for my dad, and headed downstairs.  All I heard was maniacal laughter, my
cock twitching, pre-cumming like crazy. It took every ounce of strength in
me to not jack off on my way down the steps. And then, then I saw my dad."

"What was he doing?"

"He was in some kind of...box...and there were all these men. With their
cocks out...

He paused.

"Shooting loads on him."

"WHAT!?" Joel jumped out of his chair.

"And that's not the worst of it...he saw me. Standing there. He just stared
at me. Smiling... Rubbing cum and his own spit all over himself. "

"What did you do?" asked Joel.

"I began cumming." The priest sighed. His secret out. "The
house...something about it made everything extrememly hot. I came all over
myself, and as I came, the men turned to me. Like I was some fresh
meat. Thankfully, I was able to run. I just ran out of that house. I never
went back, or saw my father again."

"So...well. I think my son is undergoing something similar...his cock is
always leaking...always hard..., he barely moves and cums all over
himself..." Joel's cock was getting hard talking about his son shooting his
load. The image flashed before him.

"I'm sorry. The best thing you can do is leave, take him out of the house."

"How? I can't even move him from room to room without him collapsing in
ecstasy."

"Oh no." said David.

"What?" asked Joel.

"it sounds like...it's more than just what was happening to me...."

"How so?"

"You know why I became a priest Mr. Kane? There's real evil in this
world. I witnessed it that day I saw my dad, submitting himself like some
born cocksucker. Only evil could have make him do that. I've been
researching this evil, I came to the conclusion that there are demons,
demons that can possess normal people. Turn them into insatiable
sluts. These demons are usually stemmed from the Devil himself."

"You're saying my...son...is possessed!?" Joel couldn't believe his
ears. Or how hard his cock was. What was going on with his body?

"Possibly. It's hard to say without seeing him in person. But I'm sure
that's what happened to my father, and it sounds like that's what is
happening to your son."

"Well...you have to come and see him! Can't you do something!? An
exorcism?"

"Nope." said, David. "I'm never returning to that house. I got out once, I
might not be lucky again."

"Please, you have to!" said Joel. "I'll pay you anything you want! Do
anything! Please, you must save my son!"

"If only my father cared as much about me as you do your son...I'm sorry. I
cannot."

Joel sighed out of frustration. Then remembered.

"Wait. You said you haven't seen your dad since that day? right?"

"yes." said David.

"Well, there's been an old man I've found wandering around my house...he's
actually the one who sent me to you."

David was taken aback.

"Could it be? Could it be my dad?"

"I don't know" said Joel, "He seems a bit crazy."

"Demonic possession usually results in a destruction of the mind....could
this be him trying to reach out? Maybe I can still save him?"

It was obvious David really loved his Dad, Joel saw in his eyes.

"Just come to the house, see my son. Maybe we can find your dad
together. Save both of them."

David stared at Joel, "Alright. Alright. I'll show up tomorrow morning. For
tonight, just keep an eye on your son. Keep him locked in his room. And
most important, don't make eye contact with him. If he is possessed, it can
spread."

Joel shuddered. He hoped his son hadn't done anything as extreme as David's
father. At least there hasn't been any visitors except for, "JASON!" Joel
jumped up.

"Thank you Father. I will see you tomorrow, I must return home, my nephew
is alone with my son."

"Go, and may God be with you."

Joel nodded and ran out into the truck.

"Whoa whoa whoa. What's the problem?" Mike looked surprised.

"We gotta hurry. Your son might be in danger."

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Chapter 9: Sacrifice

Jason slowly walked up the steps from the basement. Completely nude, except
for a leather choker collar around his neck. At the top of the stairs was
Colin.

Colin grabbed Jason by the collar and brought his face to his and kissed
him. Jason, almost in a daze, didn't fight back. He let Colin's tongue
invade his mouth. Colin's tongue lapping up any remaining cum in the new
cumsluts mouth.

Then, after breaking the long, lust filled kiss Colin throws Jason by the
collar into the study. Then throws a black dildo on top of him.

"You know what to do slut." Colin scoffed. Colin then took his place, on
the stairs.

All the lights were off, and it being night it was completely black except
for 5 candles set up in a pentagram in front of the mirror in the study.

The teen wrestler whined as he crawled to the center of the candles, and
faced the mirror. "Thank you sir" he said. Not entirely to Colin, but to
the new found perverted lust filling him. The lust was his master, his body
the servant.

He stuck the dildo on the ground face up, and began to slowly squat onto
it. As the tip entered him he let out a low guttural moan.  "That's
it. Defile yourself." Colin whispered. He looked to his left, and there was
Clarence, in his suit. Smirking.

"You did a good job Colin." Clarence said.

Colin's cock was leaking cum as Clarence spoke to him. As he watched his
hetero cousin, slowly descend the full length of the thick, long fuck toy
he had. As he stroked his own cock.

Jason was feeling new sensations he never knew possible. There was an itch
deep in his hole, and he needed it scratched. He began to bounce in a
steady rhythm. His hole stretching to fit what was going to be the first of
many cocks invading his tight hole.

Clarence began speaking in latin softly, Colin noticed the more he spoke
these words, the faster Jason began bucking against the fuck toy. It was as
if the words he was speaking were driving Jason into a crazed insane
state. Consumed with the drive of self pleasure.

"Demons of my kingdom," Clarence spoke, "Take this soul as an offering, to
blur the lines between our worlds. Let his depravity and lust fuel the
energy you need to cross over, and contaminate this house, the residents
within it, and eventually the world."

Colin couldn't handle how hot this was, he got on his knees, and began
sucking on Clarence's cock. Clarence let out a low sigh. These two young
boys had no clue that they were just tools for him. For what his true
intentions were. He didn't just want them to be consumed with lust, he
wanted their very souls. Not just theirs, every single soul that he could
get his hands on. And how easy these boys were to trick, to play on their
hormones, their perversions.

Colin was suckling on his cock, treating it like it was his long lost
lover. Savoring every taste, every drop of precum that trickled down his
throat.

Jason was furiously bouncing up and down now. "GHUAAH. AAAAAAAAH!" He
couldn't stop himself. Clarence kept chanting.

"Let the spilled seed of this slut be the catalyst that releases the chains
that wrongly have kept you from awakening..."

"GAH! AH! AAAAARRRRRRR" Every single muscle in Jason's body was being used
to force him as deep as possible onto the dildo. It didn't matter if his
mind wanted to or not, his body had decided to give in entirely to these
new pleasures.

As Jason pressed all his weight down onto the dildo he began shooting, the
hot jizz releasing like a geyser, shooting across, onto the mirror. As if
waiting for that to be the cue, Clarence released his seed into Colin's
wanting mouth, causing Colin to spew his load on the steps. In the corner
of his eye he watched in amazement as he saw his cousin's seed seem to get
sucked into the mirror, and at the same moment he thought he saw Jason's
eyes flash red in the reflection.

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Outside Joel, Mike, and Jack convened.

"I brought us some brews guys!" Jack said.

"Oh shit, I forgot about him." said Mike.

"Jack, sorry man but tonight might not be the best," began Joel. But he was
interrupted with a loud scream.

"Jason!" Mike ran towards the house, with Joel and Jack right behind.

"Jason! Jason!" Mike rushed in, all the lights were off except for a glow
in the study.  He switched on the light to find...

Jason laying on the couch, fully clothed, watching a horror film on the tv.

"Oh Jason." Mike hugged his son.

"What's up Dad?" Jason asked innocently.

"Are you ok? Did anything happen while I was gone? Where's Colin?"

"Upstairs. Oh, sorry. I watched him, but....he kept making weird noises and
well, it was just weird." Jason said cooly.

Joel rushed upstairs.

"What's going on here?" asked Jack. Admiring the mirror in the study while
asking.

"It's a long story." Said Mike, "How about we open those beers."

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Joel walked into Colin's room. The lights were off, Colin's body being lit
by the moonlight coming in through the large window.

"Da..aaaaad" Collin moaned. Him thrusting his hips into the air. The gleam
of precrem glistening as it rolled down his cock.

Joel walked over. His cock twitching uncontrollably. He looked down at his
son, he knew he shouldn't, but, his curiosity was getting the best of
him. He remembered seeing how in the morning, his son's balls were
churning, he was wondering if he could still see the teen's cum building in
them.

What he saw he wasn't prepared for. His son's balls were engorged. They'd
grown at least twice as big as before. Even more he thought he could see
the cum traveling up his son's rigid cock, squeezing out the tip. Joel
gulped.

"Daaaaaaad," Joel moved his eyes to his son's face. He wiped the sweat from
his brow. His poor son. He wished he could make him normal again. As his
hand touched his forehead Colin opened his eyes. Those big beautiful
eyes. Joel felt like his son was staring into his soul. Joel's cock began
throbbing. Almost painfully. He moved his hand down to adjust himself and
he let it linger. Such a cute, wonderful boy. His son.

Joel's hand on his dick began moving in a slow stroking motion against it
in the same timing as he was rubbing his suns forehead.

It felt like a light breeze entered the room and almost made a noise that
whispered, "Kiiiissssss hiiimmmm."

Not realizing what he was doing, Joel began to move his head down to his
son's. He was hovering right above him. Still gazing into his eyes. Joel
licked his lips and said, "I could stare into your eyes all night
son...those eyes..." just as he was about to push his mouth to his son's,
he paused. "Eyes..." he trailed off, when David flashed through his mind,
"Don't look in his eyes!"

Joel snapped his head back quickly from his son and jumped up.

"What's wrong Dad? Don't you wanna...play with me?" Colin teased, except
his voice didn't sound like Colin. It sounded deeper, more...evil.

Joel turned and made his way to the doorway. Before he walked out he turned
back and looked at Colin, "I Love you son." He walked out of the room. As
he closed the door, he locked it from the outside. "I'm sorry." He
whispered.

As he heads downstairs, Jason is going up them. "Heading to bed?" asked
Joel.

"Yeah, I'm beat. Watching a sex-crazed cousin really wears ya out, you
know?" Jason replied.

Joel smirked. Jason was a good kid. "Alright man. Just, lock your door
tonight ok? If you need anything let me know."

"Thanks uncle." Jason made eye contact with Joel and they both stood there
for a second. Joel suddenly felt compelled to hug Jason. As how he wanted
to hug his son right now. Hold him. Run his fingers through his hair.

"You alright, Uncle?" asked Jason quietly, almost, sensually.

Joel snapped back to reality. "Yeah, uh, sorry. I'm tired too. Let me know
if we are too loud down here." With that they parted ways.

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Chapter 10: Compulsion

"Yo bro." Mike tossed Joel a beer. He got it, popped it open and began
guzzling it.

"Long day mates?" asked Jack.

"Something like that." said Joel.

"While you were upstairs, I made a call to the real estate guy. Clarence
was his name? He's gonna come over and go over the history of this
house. Maybe we can get to the bottom of this."

"Good idea." said Joel. For some reason the idea of Clarence coming over
was very comforting.
 
What the men didn't know, was that Clarence was already there. He was
upstairs, with Colin.

"Colin...Colin...sweet boy..." Clarence whispered.

Colin moaned as he opened his eyes and saw Clarence staring down at him.

"I'm gonna give you, something you've been wanting..."

"I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable, excuse me fellas."
Joel said as he went upstairs to his room. As he entered it, the first
thing he noticed was the porn magazine, open, on his bed.

"How the hell..." Joel went over, and went to close it as he dropped his
pants. But the image on it stopped him in his tracks. It was two boys, two
young boys kissing. Their dicks out. Joel stood there, his dick out just
staring.

In Colin's room, a dark mist began to form in the middle of the room, right
above the pentagram Colin had sucked the ghosts before. As the mist
cleared, the football player that had been harassing Colin's thoughts was
in front of him. His thick, hard cock out. Ready to claim what it had been
after.

"This cock Colin...it is connected to your father's cock. Now suck. Make
him feel the pleasure of your mouth."

Colin immediately obeyed his master. The football player, still in his
gear, his long dick. Colin could feel his throat widen before it even hit
his throat. Like a good slut, he knew what he needed to do. He could hear
Clarence lightly chanting something. All he could think about was the
pleasure he would get from this poltergeist cock, knowing full well it
would drive his dad into physical, lust crazed pleasure.

As Joel stared at the magazine, he began to feel his head get fuzzy. Like
the blood was rushing to his head. He had to lay down. His dick sticking
straight up into the air. He couldn't concentrate.

Colin was licking the head of the footballer's cock. Enjoying his tongue
searching each and every groove.

Joel in his room could feel it. He stared at his cock in disbelief; it felt
like a tongue was circling his head. "What is this!?" Joel gasped out. His
cockhead was throbbing. The mushroom becoming bigger and bigger as the
feeling of it being circled was driving him insane. Part of him wanted to
start stroking his cock, but he knew he shouldn't.

Clarence's eyes were glistening with excitement as he stared at the
Football Player's ass flex as he thrust his muscular veiny dick into
Colin's throat. "He's feeling it Colin. You're dad is feeling your
mouth. Make him want the real thing. Drive him into such bliss he loses
control..."

"Fuuuuuuuuck." Joel moaned, his entire cock length felt like it was in a
vacuum. His hips began to thrust up, his daddy dick craving more, his whole
body was shaking. He stared at his dick, his eyes widening, almost as if in
horror as he felt spit running down it, but nothing was there. "Oh my
Gooood." He moaned again. His mind tricking him. It wanted him to give in
as much as his dick did. "FUCK IT!" He finally yelled.

In Colin's room Colin was working his mouth up into a frenzy. The cock in
his throat stabbing him over and over. The football player was grabbing his
head, forcing it all the way to his balls. Making Colin cough, but not
letting up.

This sent Joel over the edge. He could feel the choking vibrate on his own
dick. But there was no one there, no one to worry about choking to
death. He was enjoying it, he didn't want it to stop. If he knew he was
wanting his son to be choked to death by a built hot ghost maybe he'd think
differently, but then again, maybe it's exactly what he would want to see
happen to his dirty cum loving son. And then it happened, he was
cumming. Oh god he was cumming. He began to shoot, at the same time so did
the football player. Joel's eyed were bulging out of his head as he saw
what was happening. He could feel his cock shoot, he could feel the cum
blasting out, but it wasn't squirting anywhere, it was as if it got sucked
up by the invisible vacuum on his cock.

After feeling his cock spill his load, the feeling immediately left his
cock. He shook his head and sat up. "Shit." Joel said.

"Very good Colin..." Clarence caressed Colin's head as Colin smacked his
lips happily.

Joel put his pants back on, and went back downstairs.  "I thought you were
gonna change...what happened? You were up for awhile?" asked Mike. Him and
Jack were in the kitchen drinking and telling stories.

"I'll tell you later bro." said Joel. He sat beside them and chugged a beer
as the two men stared at him. Joel didn't seem to notice but he didn't have
a shirt on, his chest hair seemed dampened with sweat.

An hour and case of beer later, Clarence "arrived".

However Jack had drank too much, and had passed out. The men had carried
him onto the couch, to let him sleep it off. In front of the large mirror,
as if watching him.

The three men retreated to the kitchen table and sat down and began playing
poker.

"So how is your boy doing?" asked Clarence as he popped open a bottle. They
were a few rounds in and all were feeling pretty buzzed.

"Uh....he's alright...actually Clarence we were hoping to talk to you more
about this house," started Joel.

"Ah! I know your brother here informed me. I'll get to that...but are you
sure you want me to tell...these stories...these
torrid...depraved....stories..." the words slipped out of his mouth like a
snake. The men all felt a jolt hit their cocks. Immediately their cocks
were straining against their pants. Joel was the only one who seemed
uncomfortable.

"Yeah..." Mike huffed starting to sweat, "We need to know."

Clarence began going over the history of the house, meanwhile outside, a
boy was watching them through the window. Breathing heavily, he didn't know
why he had come. After hearing the stories in his father's kitchen, he felt
the strongest urge to follow. Aiden was sweating, unable to tell if he was
frightened or excited. Just then, as if he could hear his thoughts,
Clarence turned and looked straight at Aiden through the window.

"Excuse me fellas. I think I see something outside. Just one moment."
Clarence stood up and walked out. The other guys shrugged and began
drinking some more.

Aiden had ducked down out of site. He was hoping his eyes had played tricks
on him. His dad would punish him severely if he found out he had left the
house this late.

"Hey kid," a voice rang out. But more in his mind than his ears. He looked
up and saw the man in the suit staring down at him.

The voice in Aiden's head got louder, it was almost as if there were 4
voices in his head, all different pitches but saying the same thing.

"Want to plaaaaay?" The voices cooed at him, "I have something you will
enjoooooy."

Though the voices were weird, Aiden enjoyed the different pitches. He
wanted to keep hearing them talk. He nodded his head.

"Goooooood. Now....open your mouth...."

Aiden closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

*BANG*

The kitchen door slammed open as Clarence stormed in, he was dragging in
Aiden behind him by the hair. He threw Aiden onto the kitchen table where
the brothers were sitting. The three men jumped up.

"Aiden!?" exclaimed Joel.

"I found this cock sucker outside. He was peeping at us, stroking his
dick. Fuck, he even attacked me trying to get at my dick." sneered
Clarence, knowing that wasn't what happened.

The guys then noticed Clarence's dick was out through his pants, apparently
ripped as he plopped it onto the table. "He even fucking started getting me
hard, he's an animal."

The brothers could feel their gazes unable to look away from Clarence's
magnificent cock. It wasn't even that hard, but looked like it was thick
and long with veins pulsing. Is that precum coming out? Spit from Aiden?

Aiden finally regaining his breath. He tried to warn the guys, "St.." was
all he got out. Clarence, in a feat of physical prowlness, jumped up onto
the table, straddling Aiden's chest, sticking his dick down his throat.

"You want cock slut boy? We'll give you cock...won't we fellas?" Clarence
grinned up at the men.

Mike didn't even realize it, but he had his dick out. Stroking. Fuck this
was hot. He looked over at Joel, who was rubbing himself but hadn't taken
his dick out yet. Mike didn't even wonder about why he himself was stroking
his cock he was more worried about his brother. "Why doesn't he want to get
off with us? What's his problem?" He heard a loud GAG. He looked back over
and Aiden's face was covered in his own spit. Clarence kneel fucking
downward into his throat. Clarence looked up and stared right into Mike's
eyes. His eyes seemed to glow, begging him for something. Mike started
stroking his dick faster, staring back at Clarence. The voices Aiden had
heard before piercing his own mind. "Go upstaiiirrrrs....go get the
boysssss..." they hissed. Mike nodded and walked out of the room.

Joel didn't even notice. What the hell is going on? The priest's son was
gagging on Clarence's cock like he did it every day. ...Maybe he did do it
every day. Joel's thoughts began to get perverted. Maybe his own father
forces him too...

"What's wrong Joel? Afraid to show off your meat?" Clarence said. He had
gotten down from the table and Aiden was gasping for air.

He didn't get much, Clarence immediately stuck three fingers down Aiden's
mouth and throat. Manually stimulating and stretching the young man's
orifice.

Joel suddenly felt his muscles tighten. The only feeling he had was in his
cock. He looked down, Aiden was staring at him. Though he seemed to be in a
bit of pain, he seemed to enjoy it, revel in it.

"Look at this Joel," Clarence said, "He wants a cock in his mouth...it's
not fair to keep him waiting...is it?"

"No...no it's not." gulped Joel. He couldn't stop looking at Clarence's
spit covered shaft. It was hard and dripping onto the floor.

"Go on...try it." Clarence said. Joel took a deep breath and unzipped his
pants.

Mike found himself at the top of the stairs. "What was I doing up here
again?" He couldn't remember. His cock was out though, and hard.

"Dad?" asked Jason. Mike looked up at him. His cock flexing as he gazed
upon his son.

"Jason, uh..." then Mike felt a blunt object hit the back of his head. He
was out cold.

Downstairs Joel was standing in front of Aiden. His head was over the edge
of the table. His mouth wide open, his tongue flailing to taste the meat
dangling before him.

"Mouth fuck him Joel. Mouth fuck that pure boy mouth."

Joel shuddered as he felt his legs betray him, easing him up. His hand
guiding his cock into the priest's son's mouth.

As his cock touched the boy's mouth Clarence and Aiden both seemed to moan
in delight.

Joel's mind was racing. Why couldn't he control his body. All he could do
is stare into Clarence's eyes as he pushed the girth of his cock into the
wanting mouth.

"I shouldn't be doing this!" Joel called out as his cock plunged deep past
the boys esophagus. His cock forcing him to push deeper. All he could hear
was the "GLUG GLUG GLUG" of little Aiden as he hungrily smacked on Joel's
seed stick. Joel closed his eyes.

"Look at him Joel." Clarence said, "Look into his eyes. This boy, who is
learning to serve God, is serving your cock. YOUR cock."

Joel felt him obeying Clarence's demand. Looking down, Aiden just staring
up at him. His mouth leaking with spit all over his face.

Clarence stepped forward, and put his arm around Joel. His cock also
dangling in front of Aiden's face, touching Joel's. "Don't worry Joel...I
won't tell anyone...not even your son..."

Joel felt like he had control over his body again, but he was doing exactly
what it wanted to begin with. With thinking about his son, he knew he
wanted this mouth, this son of God. He wasn't even thinking about how he
wasn't gay. He only thought about teaching this young servant to take his
length. Take Clarence's length.

Aiden was going back and forth from each cock. rubbing them together,
spitting on them. Both cocks were humongous in their own right. Clarence's
more spear shaped, his pointy head good at plunging down deep into his slut
hole mouth. Joel's was nice and thick, good for feeling his throat
stretched out.

Joel looked at Clarence, Clarence seemed to just be staring at him, not
even looking at Aiden and the sluttiness being committed on their
cocks. They smiled at each other, and then Clarence leaned forward, Joel
instinctively leaning forward as well. "What am I about to do...." a voice
tried to warn Joel. But the thought was then replaced with Clarence's
tongue. It was a kiss Joel didn't even know he longed for, but as soon as
it happened he never wanted it to end. His hand had found his place on
Clarence's tie. Pulling him even closer for a deeper kiss. The more he
kissed Clarence the better his whole body felt. The kiss was getting really
sloppy, spit was all over Joel's beard, but he didn't care. Clarence could
pick up on this, pulled back from Joel, and spit on him. Twice. Once into
his mouth, another straight into his eyes. Joel moaned as they began
kissing again. This was definitely hot. Aiden was making this weird whining
noise as he was fitting both mega-dicks into his holy spirit mouth.

"I want to you to fuck him Joel." Clarence whispered in his hear. "Fuck him
good."

Joel sat down on a chair, his dick sticking straight up, ready to do what
not only Clarence wanted, but he wanted as well. Clarence picked up Aiden,
and Aiden wrapped his legs around Clarence, almost as if he was a child and
Clarence was his father. It would be sweet, if the next thing Clarence did
wasn't so evil.

He spread Aiden's virgin hole and DROPPED him down hard onto Joel's ready
and stiff dick.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Aiden screamed, more in bliss than in pain. Joel also
let out a bellow of moans as Aiden began riding him faster than any stupid
bitch had been on his rod before. He immediately began biting on Aiden's
nipple. Wanting to hurt him even more. Him not worried about anything than
what turned him on. He could feel this fire inside him growing, this
compulsion, to fuck everything. To RAPE this boy's HOLE.

"Yeah! That's right Joel! Fuck him!" Aiden was sucking on Clarence's cock
while being fucked by Joel. The fire inside Joel was starting to boil
over. As he bit on Aiden's nipples he began foaming at the mouth. Spitting
on Aiden as Clarence had to him earlier. Him sticking out his tongue also
looking up at Clarence's powerful cock. Almost as if he was jealous of it
being in Aiden's mouth and not his.

"That's it Joel! Lose yourself, FUCK THE SOUL OUT OF HIM!"

"FUCK!" Joel stood up, holding up Aiden, and began power thrusting him in
mid air. His cock rapid firing, tearing Aiden's poor little hole up. The
sweat of sex and perversions making him go wilder than ever before.

"YES! YES MY FUCKING WHORES! FUCK EACH OTHER! FUCK!" Clarence was
shouting. Joel didn't even catch the messed up twisted shit Clarence was
saying to them. His cock was all the mattered, ruining Aiden's hole was all
that mattered.

"I told you Joel, didn't I? I told you it would be good!" sneered
Clarence. He reached around Joel's ass and began to play with the outside
of Joel's hairy manhole.

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Upstairs Mike finally came to. He found himself in the guest bedroom Jason
had been staying in. Except, there were hooks all over the walls, the only
thing lighting up the room some candles in the corners. The door was closed
and his head was throbbing. He seemed to be standing up but...

As his eyes focused he realized that he was in some sort of leather
straitjacket, the straps were chained to the hooks on the walls. Keeping
him in place, unable to move at all. He noticed the only part of him that
could move slightly was his hips.

"Hello Uncle..." he didn't notice but sitting before him were his nephew
and son.

"Kids! Get me out of this thing. What's going on?"

"Don't worry father. We are gonna take good care of you," smirked Jason.

The boys were both shirtless but wearing jeans. Colin kneeled before Mike
and began unzipping Mike's pants.

"What are you doing?" said Mike, nervously but he already knew. He already
could feel himself getting hard.

Jason was standing behind Colin. He leaned down and kissed Colin as Colin
took out Mike's big, fat, daddy dick.

Then Colin was on it. His mouth immediately going all the way to the base
of Mike's dick.

"FUCK!" Mike let out.

Jason was pushing Colin's head back and forth rapidly. Creating a fast
rhythm on his dad's dick with his cousin's mouth.

Mike was freaking out. He couldn't move, except his hips, and his hips
seemed to be meeting the guggling cockslut's throat. Colin and Jason kissed
again passionately. Mike, becoming hornier still thrusting in midair. He
wanted the warmth on his dick. He didn't care anymore. The boys were too
hot for him to handle. How could he have not noticed before. How could he
have tried to resist them.

"I think he likes your mouth cousin..." said Jason.

"I bet he'll like yours even more." smiled Colin. The two passionately
kissed once more and then Jason took out his cock too.

"Jason..." started Mike.

"Quiet Dad. Don't ruin the moment." commanded Jason. Colin started sucking
on Jason's dick, goin back and forth between the father and son duo. Jason
grabbed his father's dick and began forcing both of their dicks into
Colin's mouth at once.

"Look at him dad. Look at how slutty he is. Doesn't it feel good?"

Mike just let out a moan as he continued his short, shallow thrusts. He
desperately wanted to get free. A part of him knew that if he didn't get
out of the situation soon he would lose total control. How could he explain
to his brother what was happening.

Colin stood up and the two cousins began kissing again, Jason undressing
Colin. Colin was wearing a black leather jockstrap. As the two continued
kissing Jason pushed Colin over, making his ass rub against Mike's raging
cock.

Mike could feel the heat coming from Colin's hole. He wanted it so bad. So
bad. He would do anything for that hole. Anything to get it.

"Please..." he moaned.

"What was that Daddy?" asked Jason.

"Please, give it to me...." he finished.

Colin and Jason smirked at him. This big tough guy. All helpless. Begging
them for their bodies. They could see his muscles bulging through the
straitjacket. But he was helpless, at their mercy.

"I think he likes being all chained up cuz..." said Jason.

"I think he's gonna like this next part even more." Colin said, he then
pushed Jason over and moved his ass in front of Mike's cock.

"No, no. I don't want to fuck my own son!" said Mike. His cock betraying
him, it seemed to grow an extra inch just from his son's ass being in front
of him.

"We know what you want Uncle Mike." Colin said as he stared into Mike's
eyes. While staring, he began guiding his cock into Jason's ass. Mike felt
the warmthness of his son's ass start to envelope his cock. Jason pushing
back on him, taking it all.

"That's is Jason. You're finally getting what you want..." Colin said.

"Fuck me dad!" Jason whined out.

That's all it took, Mike suddenly felt overcome, like some kind of beast
inside him took over his body. He began thrusting his dick deep into
son. Grunting like some wild animal. It's what he always wanted, it's what
he needed. It felt so good. The rest of him suspended, all he could focus
on was the feeling of his son's tight hole on his cock.

Colin stood next to his uncle and began licking his face, so turned on by
the rage his uncle was displaying. He hoped his dad would be as easy to
convince. To trick. To fuck.

"You like your son's hole!?" Colin demanded to know. All Mike responded
with was deep guttural grunts.

"Yes Daddy! Yes Daddy!" Jason was in heaven. He never knew how good he
could feel. His face was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but it was obvious
he had never been happier in his life.

Colin and Mike were making out, all the while Mike deep dicking his own
son. All three starting to make the guttural animalistic noises. They just
weren't fucking. They were family, increasing their bond, becoming one with
each other. Nothing felt better. Mike's powerful thighs almost pushing
Jason off his dick. Colin had to stand on the other side of Jason and push
back on his shoulders to ensure Jason didn't move or miss a single thrust.

"TAKE THAT COCK SON!" Mike bellowed, "FUCK IT!"

"DAD! YEAH DAD!"

"RIDE THAT FUCKSTICK. YEAH YEAH!" Mike was commanding his son's muscle ass.

"Fuck that ass Uncle! Fuck my cousin!" Colin was loving this. He could tell
Mike had crossed over. He wouldn't try to hinder their fun anymore. He
pulled Jason off of his dad's looooong dick and they began to unhook Mike
from all the straps. But kept him in the straitjacket.

Mike was still moaning, his head spinning, the pleasure still all over his
body. They sat him down and the two cousins began beating their meat, ready
to cum all over Mike.

"Do it boys. Fucking cum on me." Mike wanted it bad. He didn't have to tell
them twice. Both boys at the same time began shooting across his face, Mike
stuck out his tongue, getting some of it. The loads so hot it felt like it
might burn his face.

"Wanna cum Dad?" asked Jason.

"Yeah, let me cum son."

"Well, you're gonna have to do something for us..."

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As Joel fucked Aiden he began feeling something around his own ass. A
finger, unfortunately, this made Joel think for a second.

"What is going on...I'm not gay...I'm not." He stopped fucking Aiden and
laid him on the table.

"Clarence....I..."

"What's wrong Joel? We're just having fun." Clarence started to look a bit
annoyed.

"I, I think I need to go to bed. I'm all fucked up and..." without saying
another word Joel ran out of the room and upstairs.

"Did I do something wrong Master?" asked Aiden innocently.

"Sh...no...not at all. He might be just a bit trickier than I was
expecting." said Clarence, "I need you to ensure your father comes
tomorrow. Go on home."

"Aw ok..." said Aiden obediently.

Clarence watched him go, "Such a good little slut slave I found, and to
think, it's HIS son. Too bad about Joel though..." Clarence looked at the
clock at the wall, "Ah. But it's almost time for the opening act..."

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