Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 13:14:09 -0600
From: Luis <niftyanswers@gmail.com>
Subject: The Cult: Chapter 2: The Cult

Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction. If you aren't allowed to read this
due to the laws of your area, or to your age, reading it will be your
responsibility and not mine.  If that is the case, I strongly advise you to
stop reading now. In the fictional world my story describes, 18 is the
legal age for doing anything, from sex to drugs. Other usual disclaimers
apply. Feedback is encouraged.

Chapter 2: The cult

Just as I thought that, Tom removed his fingers from my ass. Still grunting
violently and moving rather convulsively, he spat on my ass again and then
I felt something huge probing my hole. I knew it was his cock. It entered
me fast, all at once. He couldn't control himself. He was derailed with
lust and i was sure he was also drugged. He started fucking me very fast
and hard and I moved forward and backwards about three inches with every
thrust, due to his force. I felt like his cock was reaping me apart inside
out. I felt out of air and like I was passing out again, when suddenly, I
was able to scream.

The sound came out monstrous. It was the most horrible scream I had ever
screamed. But as I let it out, the pain somehow went all away and I started
feeling tremendous pleasure instead. With ever trust of Tom's hips I felt
like I was having an orgasm. It felt amazing. I never wanted it to stop. I
was petrified of how I was feeling about being fucked by another man. Was
it the drugs? I couldn't control myself. I was moaning loudly and
convulsing. I was in ecstasy. When I recovered the movement of my neck, I
looked behind me and an even bigger shock hit me.  As I turned, I saw
Tom. Muscular, very hairy, sweaty, his eyes white, saliva drooling through
the side of his mouth. But that wasn't the biggest shock. I was most
surprised because I knew him. He wasn't called Tom, but Robert. I tried to
talk and the sound came out like babbling. I wanted to tell him to stop,
but I also wanted him to keep going. You wonder why? The reason was simple:
he was my father. I was getting fucked crazy by my father, and I was having
the best time of my life.

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The fucking suddenly got even harder and faster. My fathers grunts got
louder and, for a moment, I thought he was going mad, for he seemed even
more out of his mind. Still, I couldnt think of anything at all for more
than a fraction of a second, cause every time my fathers cock moved inside
of me I felt the most intense pleasure.  With the new speed, pressure
started building up inside of me. The sensations I was getting became too
much for me and I started moaning and screaming like a bitch. I couldnt
control myself, although I was sure the drugs were running off.  What I was
feeling took all of my brain functions and I just couldnt do more than feel
the cock that bred me make every cell of my body vibrate.

Then, just when I thought I was going to die from the amazing build up I
felt, when I thought I was going to suffocate from the lack of air I was
getting (I wasnt able to breath between one moan and the next), my father
let out a half-grunt/half-scream and my ass started being flooded with
about ten spurts of red-hot, slippery cum.  That did it for me, and I too
let out one last scream with which my jockstrap got stained with my own
cum.

Then was when I realized everything that just happened. Maybe it was the
feeling of my still deranged and extremely hot and sweaty father on top of
me, or the screaming of the men surrounding us. Maybe it was the look of
all of them jacking off violently over my father fucking me or Teds voice
howling and screaming how that was just the best show in weeks, but it just
hit me like a ton of bricks. I had just sex with my dad! I loved it! He was
still in me, and he was strangely out of his mind! Still, I couldnt figure
out if I felt disgusted, excited, horny or frightened. I felt asleep with
the struggle in mind. I was exhausted, and could do anything more than
looking at the ceiling moving while I was dragged of the circle of men and
snooze away from consciousness.

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I woke up what felt like days later. I was in a very dark, humid room. The
air smelled of cum, sweat and dirt. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust
and another for me to remember where I was. Jonah, the man that had
announced my being up to Ted before I got fucked, was dragging another kid
my age inside, all dirty and drenched in sweat. I wanted to scream for
help, but instead, I spoke calmly to him.

Excuse me, Jonah, is it? He nodded. How long have I been here?

He laughed and starred at me lustfully.

Youre one sick piece of shit, eh? You just got fucked for the first time in
front of a full audience and you just ask me that?

He laughed once more.

Why dont you wait for Tom here to wake up and let him answer your questions
while you suck him off?

 He said pointing to my father laying asleep on the floor near me.

Why would I suck him off? I dont want to do that to my father! The only
reason I let him fuck me was because...

I got interrupted by a surprised Jonah.

Your father? Tom is your father! Oh, my God! Wait till Ted finds out about
this.  Tonight just got even hotter!?

He said, and with that turned to go away.

Oh, and by the way? (he said right before exiting the room) you have to
suck him off in order for him to become conscious again.

And he was gone.

I waited a couple of minutes before acting. In that time, I put my thoughts
in order.  How did feel about everything that just happened? Was I angry
with my father for practically raping me, although it seemed like no one
knew about it, may be he hadnt planned for him to be the one to fuck
me. And it did feel one hundred times more amazing than any sex I had ever
had. Was I excited about it, then? Did I want it to happen again? I decided
that I needed to discuss it with him before making a decision, and the only
way to able to, apparently, was to suck my fathers dick.

I cant deny that I felt a bit disgusted to do it, for a moment, but then I
realized if getting fucked by it wasnt bad at all, maybe sucking it will be
good too. I walked over to where he was, skipping the other bodies in the
room, which were all passed out. Once I got there, I kneeled in front of
him and, without overthinking it, I took his dick in my mouth.

The limp flesh became rock hard in an instant, and the man quickly started
waking up, grunting much less violently than before. He looked still out of
his mind, but more calm. As I started sucking him more, he started to look
more and more like himself. Until I heard his voice talking to me.

Oh, look whos sucking my dick.

I looked up at him, he was awake, but sucking him felt somehow right. I
felt closest to him that I had ever been. You see, when he fucked me it was
animalistic, but this was personal, loving, even.

Keep going, boy He said with a sigh. He put his hands on the back of my
head and made me follow a slow pace. After about twenty minutes, he simply
started squirting cum down my throat, like if nothing was happening. I
swallowed it all. It tasted salty and nice, yet it had a rather strange
aftertaste.

Once I finished, he let me go and we sat in silence for a few minutes. He
was the one to break the silence.

You know (he said with a pause), it wasnt planned for me to be the one to
fuck you. It was a mere coincidence.

He paused a few seconds in which I felt a bit relieved.

You see, the selection of givers and receivers is random. All kids and
fuckers are injected with the sex formulas at the same time. The order in
which they wake up depends solely on their metabolism. We just happened to
be ready at the same time.

We remained in silence for a bit longer. Then, I spoke.

Dad, first of all, let me say that after giving it intense thinking I have
decided that I am not mad or disgusted at all. I actually enjoyed myself
very much. It was pleasure I never knew before, and I feel closer to you
somehow.

He interrupted me.

Thats good, son. Because now that you are in The Cult, there is no way out.

The Cult? I asked.

Yes, son. Let me explain how things work around here.