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  1. Kindar

    Chapter 48

    The Missing Son 48 Patrick had been fucked by... he couldn't remember how many of them had fucked him. At least each of his brothers had had a go once, and he was now in the process of fucking them, but he needed a break. The bathroom was calling. He felt like he imagined he would if he'd used those weight training machines downstairs. He was sore in more places than he could count. He was tired, but not exhausted. And he was still horny. After using the toilet, he decided to take a quick shower. He was going to be sweating again, but right now he felt grimier than he liked. Standing in the large shower stall he thought again about how it was large enough they could have an orgy in it. Instead of being embarrassed this time he got hard. He toweled himself while the dryer ran, stroking himself a few times to maintain his erection. He might as well be ready for action when he got back to the living room. He pulled the door open to leave and found himself looking into gray/blue eyes. He hesitated, then got out of the way. Damian looked him up and down, his smile widening at his hard cock. He entered and closed the door behind him. "I was going back," Patrick pointed out. He checked his uncle out, he hadn't done it this close yet. He wasn't erect, but his cock looked to be average. "I'm sure they can manage without you for a while." Damian took Patrick's head in his hands. "Damian, I don..." He didn't get to finish, Damian kissed him. The surprise froze Patrick for a moment, and his uncle used that opportunity to push his tongue in his muzzle. Patrick has a 'fuck this' moment, then he kissed him back, wrapping his arms around his uncle. They turned and Patrick had his back against the wall. their tongue played together, their lips pressed so tightly their mouth were sealed. Damian broke away and smiled at him. Patrick had to catch his breath. "What do you think you're doing?" His uncle didn't say anything. He leaned forward and nibbled below Patrick's ear. Patrick's breath caught as the teeth scrapped the flesh, lightning coursing from there down to his cock. He held on to Damian as his legs turned to jelly and he spoke God's name in vain, a lot. Then claws moved down his sides making him shudder. they traced his hips, moving inside his legs and teased his balls. His cock jumped and Patrick thought he was going to cum right there. He wanted to tell his uncle to stop, but he couldn't get his mouth to work. The pleasure still vibrating through him the hand clasped his ass and pulled him up. By pure reflex he wrapped his legs around Damian's waist. He felt the slick cock move between his cheeks. Patrick opened his muzzle to asked his uncle what he thought he was doing, but he bit his neck and the lightning short circuited Patrick's brain. The cock head was at his ring and Damian lowered him slowly. Patrick gasped and held on tighter to his uncle. When he was fully in, he pulled out and thrust back in. He moved slowly, each time changing his angle, and Patrick could only moan, grown and gasp when his uncle cock stroked against a particularly pleasurable part. He'd read up on the male anatomy, and if he were able to think he'd know what it was called, but his uncle's cock was making it impossible for him to do so. That stroking and his cock being trapped between them, their fur teasing it, their stomach pressing against it as his uncle fucked him, made the lightning become brighter until it overwhelmed him. Patrick roared. Once his orgasm died down Damian wasn't moving, just holding him. Patrick realized his uncle wasn't in him. He untangled his legs and placed them on the floor. Damian let him go carefully. Patrick wobbled a little but he was able to stay up. Damian smiled and opened the door, only to have it slam back shut. "Not so fast," Patrick panted, his hand on it. "What the fuck was this?" Damian smiled at him. "When you said you'd never be alone in a room with me, I was able to let it go." He caressed Patrick's cheek with a finger. "But when you said I'd be waiting a long time to have sex with you, I found I couldn't resist." "You had plenty of opportunity in the living room." "I doubt you'd have really paid attention to what I was doing to you among a crowd." "So what? this was just you proving a point?" "A point? no. This was me fucking you." He ran a finger in the cum stained fur. "I believe you enjoyed it." "Fucking right I did, but I don't believe you. This wasn't just about us having sex. Just what the fuck do you want with me?" Damian regarded him for a moment. "I haven't decided yet." He nodded to Patrick's hand still on the door. "Can I leave?" Patrick took his hand away and Damian left him alone in the room. He leaned back against the wall. Fuck that had been an experience. He put a hand to his neck, where Damian had bit him, there was no blood. He hadn't thought there would be, but he wanted to make sure. A few of his brothers had nibbled on his neck, and he'd enjoyed it, but none of them had bitten that hard. If someone had asked him before this Patrick wouldn't have known it could feel that good. His hand went up and caressed the base of his ear. He shivered. How had Damian known he'd enjoy it? Patrick hadn't known until now. He sighed. Whatever else his uncle might be, he was a fucking good top. Patrick took a moment longer to make sure he was steady on his legs and headed back to the living room. He'd thought about continuing going through his brothers, but he saw his father seated on the couch, head leaning back and looking like he might be sleeping. His other father was currently fucking Alex in the middle of the cushions. Grinning Patrick headed for the couch. He ran a hand up each leg before hooking under them and lifting them. He father looked at him and chuckled. Patrick lubed himself from the almost empty bottle next to his father and then entered him. Both of them moaned. When he was hilted in, he licked his father's muzzle. "You're a lot tighter than I remember," He whispered. His father smiled. "That's because I'm not the one you think I am." Patrick frowned for a moment, then gasped. He would have pulled out, but his father had hooked his legs around him, keeping him in place. "Donald?" His father nodded. "I'm sorry. I thought you were Daniel." Donald nodded. "It's okay." "But you're a top." That made him chuckle. "I'm mostly a top. Not exclusively one." "So you're okay with me fucking you?" "He is," Daniel whispered in his ear before placing both hands on his shoulders. "Just like I'm going to be okay with fucking you." Donald moved his legs out of the way and Daniel pressed himself against Patrick's back. He ground his crotch a time or two and his cock found Patrick's hole. Patrick sighed as his father entered him. He was thicker than Damian. Patrick couldn't believe he was having sex with both his fathers at the same time. They moved slowly working out the best rhythm to make sure neither of them accidentally pulled out. This was so hot, and it felt so good to have his cock move in his father while his fathers moved in him. This felt more like making love then fucking so Patrick took his time. He let the pleasure build, and listened to his fathers' body, he wanted to cum with them, or at least one of them. Donald was the first one whose breathing became ragged, his hand moving up and down on his cock, so Patrick sped up his thrusting, to help him and to push himself over the edge. His father came a moment before Patrick, his spasming ass triggering his orgasm. Buried deep in his father, Daniel's thrusting kept Patrick's orgasm going much longer than before, and then that cock was deep in him, his father shuddering on top of Patrick. They remained like that while they caught their collective breath. Patrick felt so comfortable between the two of them, so safe, so loved. He kissed Donald, then pulled out. Daniel pulled out and let himself fall on the couch next to his brother. Patrick stretched and turned. So, who was going to be next. He grinned when he saw Damian roll off Dominic and settle on his stomach. If that wasn't a perfect invitation, Patrick didn't know what was. He knelt between Damian's legs. He didn't know if he was versatile or not, he hadn't paid attention to who he'd fucked or in what position, but at this point he was confident everyone in his family was. Damian looked over his shoulder, and while Patrick had intended to just start fucking him, he paused and asked. "Do you mind if I return the favor?" Damian smiled and shook his head. Patrick lay on top of him and began fucking his uncle. In no time at all Patrick was moaning. his uncle's ass kept tightening on his cock, and pulling on it. Patrick couldn't tell if he was using his uncle or if he was being used by him. Much faster then he'd anticipated Patrick came. He rolled on his back, and Damian smirked at him. Patrick gave him the finger and then had Arthur sitting on his cock and Aiden offering his to suck. Patrick took it in his muzzle, and then lost himself back in the orgy.
  2. Kindar

    Chapter 47

    The Missing Son 47 The car came to a stop in the garage, the door closed, the engine turned off. Patrick didn't move. This was it. He hadn't expected to be this apprehensive. He saw a car he hadn't before, a black sedan. Damian's car was there. "You okay?" his father asked. "Just a little worried. This is going to be an orgy. having sex with you two was one thing, I love you, but...." He really wasn't sure why he was hesitant now that he was here. "You don't love you brothers?" "I don't know. I like them well enough from the time we've hung out over the year, but I don't know if I can say I love them." Can't you? a voice at the back of his head whispered. What you feel for Arthur, is that just 'like'? How about what you felt when he and Aaron snuggled on the grass? was that just 'like' too? Shut up, he told the voice. It's my insecurities, let me deal with them. "I know they love you." "but do they just love me because they know they're going to have sex with me?" "no. I can promise that to you. They love you for who you are. The sex is just one of the ways we demonstrate it." He got out of the car and a moment later so did Patrick. "Just give them a chance. They've been really looking forward to today." Patrick nodded. "Should I get naked now?" "No, let them take care of that." He followed his father up the stairs and to the living room. He stopped at the archway. The seats and sofas had been repositioned to the back of the room, forming a semi-circle facing him. Every seat was taken by a naked tiger stroking himself or his neighbor. This was rather intimidating. Daniel stood and walked to him. "Hello son." His cupped his head and kissed him tenderly. "Welcome home." He guided Patrick closer to the seats. "There's only one person you haven't met yet." A tiger stood, and of all of them, Patrick included, he was the only one whose muscles weren't defined. He had them, but they were covered by a layer of fat, softening his overall shape. "Hi Patrick. I'm Dominic." He had soft hazel eyes, in a round face. Dominic kissed him. It was a gentle kiss, but there was an underlying hunger to it. "It's a pleasure to finally kiss you." He took his seat and put a hand to Damian's cock. "So, this is the whole family?" Patrick asked, looking everyone over. It was the first time he'd seen them naked. He realized Donald wasn't there anymore. "No, you have two great uncles. They live on the east coast and they're too old to travel. And they wouldn't have been able to participate anyway." "Of course, they could," Damian said. "Bobby's kids are making sure he doesn't get out of practice, and Roger is a nymphomaniac, so Byron is also getting a lot of exercise." "Kids? I have more family members?" "No," Daniel said, "Bobby's kids are the children he educated over the years. Now that they're grown up, they look after him." "Dietrich also couldn't make it," Dominic said. "He's another of your brothers?" "The fourth one, there's only five of us." "Why can't he make it?" "He's in rehab," Damian answered. "And I'm not letting him out until he's well and dry." "Dietrich had a rough life," Donald said, reappearing, naked. "Which led to him having problems with drugs and alcohol." Patrick could see Damian wanted to add something, but he didn't. Patrick was also starting to feel overdressed. "What happens now?" he asked. He looked at Arthur who was smiling at him. his heart skipped and caught in his throat. And you're calling that 'like'? the voice said. He looked at all of them. No, he didn't like them. he loved them. He could feel his eyes getting wet. Great, he was going to cry. "Now," his father said. Patrick as lost track of which was which. "Your brothers show you how much they love you." Arthur was the first one to stand. His small size made his cock look much larger. Arthur looked up at him, and his eyes were wet too. He grabbed Patrick's collar and pulled him down so they could kiss. It was a passionate kiss, not one of two brothers, but of two lovers. Patrick found himself taking hold of his brother's head while their tongue played together. When they broke the kiss, they were both panting. Arthur pulled the jacket off Patrick. Someone else pulled his t-shirt over his head. "I thought I was too old for you," he told Arthur, smiling. "oh, I do like young teens, but you have to know by now none of us are restricted by our eccentricities. I said that at the party because I knew you really wanted dad." "Thank you. How about you go first now?" "He means second," Anakin said. He was kneeling next to Patrick undoing his jeans. "He's had sex with dad." "Shot on his T-shirt," the one behind him said. It sounded like Alex. Patrick chuckled and the words that left his mouth surprised even him. "If anyone here is surprised by that, you haven't seen dad naked recently." Laughter responded. By the time the laughter died out, Patrick had stepped out of his clothes. "I'll be honored to be the first of your brothers to show you how much we love you." Arthur led him to the cushions, arranged on the floor to make a large bed. Patrick laid down and Arthur knelt between his legs. Someone handed his brother a bottle of lube, and this time Patrick knew where it came from. multiple bottles were spread around the floor and on the side tables. "Are you ready?" Arthur asked, lubing his cock. Patrick nodded and his brother lifted Patrick's legs over his shoulders before pressing in. He realized at that moment that Arthur's cock didn't just seem larger, it was larger. It felt larger than their father's. "Oh fuck," Patrick sighed as Arthur's ball rested against his ass. He didn't know how it was he hadn't felt any pain. He didn't care. His brother started fucking him. No, that wasn't right. he wasn't just thrusting his cock in and out of him. His hands were caressing his body, he was looking at him. He was making love to him. His father had fucked him in a way that made him feel possessed and safe. He'd fucked his father as something new and exciting. This was making him feel loved. He looked around, wanting for a moment to see what the rest of his family was doing. They were having sex too, but they were looking at him while doing it. He gasped when Arthur closed his hand around his cock and jerked him off. He didn't hurry it. He wasn't trying to make him cum quicker. Patrick could see it in his eyes, he was stroking him because he knew it felt good. He knew Patrick would enjoy it. Arthur was right. Patrick closed his eyes and let the pleasure build, his moans signing the crescendo until the lightning rushed over him and he roared. He stayed present this time and felt his ass tightened around Arthur cock. he felt him speed up and his brother roared just as his ended. Panting, they smiled at each other as he received another load of cum. Before Arthur pulled out someone tapped his forehead and he looked up. Albert was there, waving his hard cock in his face, then against his lips. The message was clear. Patrick didn't hesitate. that he'd never sucked on a cock before didn't matter to him. This was about sharing his family's love. He opened his muzzle and, as Arthur pulled out of him, Albert pushed his cock in. It took them a moment to find a comfortable position, Albert kneeling over him, and, to Patrick's surprise, taking his cock in his mouth, before they sucked each other. Patrick was tentative, not because he wasn't sure he wanted this, he wanted it, but because he was uncertain what to do, but paying attention to what Albert was doing to him he gained confidence and in no time, he was deep throating his brother, which he seemed to love. He held onto his brother and he bobbed down and up on his cock, using his tongue to stimulate the crown. and almost breaking down in laughers when his balls smacked his face. He didn't know how long they sucked each other, he didn't care. His jaw was a little sore, but it was worth it. When the lightning struck this time he couldn't roar, all he could do was bury his cock as deep as it would go down Albert's muzzle. His brother responded in kind a moment later. When Albert's cock stopped twitching, he pulled it out and Patrick got to taste his brother's cum. It tasted similar to what he remembered of his, but he was saltier. His brother moaned next to him. Gentle hands rolled Patrick on his stomach. "Can I?" Aaron whispered in his ear. Patrick couldn't speak, so he nodded. His brother lay on top of him, licking his neck as he slowly entered him. he was thinner than Arthur, and not as long, but when he moved in Patrick, it felt amazing. Patrick loved what his brother made him feel, but he wanted more. He saw a foot in his peripheral vision and grabbed it. The person it was attacked to knelt before him and Patrick could now see enough of him to recognize his uncle, Dominic. He had a fat short cock. Patrick grabbed it and guided it to his muzzle. His uncle obliged and lovingly face fucked him. Patrick orgasmed while being fucked from both end, and without touching himself. And this time, when the lighting arrived, it didn't leave him.
  3. Kindar

    Chapter 46

    The Missing Son 46 Patrick looked at the clock after checking the id on the last of this group. Twenty minutes before the next bus. He asked Marleen to check the door for a few minutes and headed to Don's office. "Hey Don," he said, leaning in the door way. "I need to take next Saturday and Sunday off." The panda looked up from his phone. "Again?" "I know, but I checked with Malcolm, he'll be happy to cover for me." "Again." Don eyed him. "This is starting to become a habit." "Come on Don, I've only taken a handful of days off in the five years since I've bounced for you." "True, but they have all been in this last year." "I'll grant you that, but that doesn't even cover the vacation that technically you'd owe me for five years, if I were officially working here." Don chuckled. "Alright, alright. Just tell me you aren't planning on quitting." "No, I have no plans of doing that. This is something special, I doubt there'll be another one until next year." "Alright. So you'll just be in on Friday?" "Yeah, and I need you to do me a favor. If my mom happens to call, tell her I'm working, but I'm not around." "Why would she call me? You have a phone." "It's going to be silenced." Don frowned. "Okay, what's going on?" "Just do that for me, please? And if she asks, confirm you need me to work late." Don leaned back, his eyes on Patrick. "Wait, a special night? Are you getting laid?" "Err, why would you think that?" "Oh my God, you are." The panda grinned. "Why don't you want your mom to know? She doesn't approve of her?" "Him," Patrick said, just stopping himself from saying 'them'. The look of surprise Don gave him made Patrick pause. "Didn't you know?" "That you're gay? No, why would I know?" "Jen and the others do." "Really? none of them said anything to me." "And you're okay with it?" The panda rolled his eyes. "Of course, I'm okay with it. What business of mine is it who you sleep with. I take it your mother isn't though." "She doesn't know. So, will you cover for me with her?" "Of course." "Thanks Don, you're the best." "Don't you forget it." Patrick went back to his stool for before another group entered. The bus was early. * * * * * "Joey's Junk, Joey speaking." "Joey, Patrick." He was on his way to Mister Hilary's house, to pour his concrete sidewalk. "Hey Patrick. If you're calling to see if I need you, I'm afraid I don't. Things have been really quiet recently." "It's okay, that's not why I'm calling. I need a favor. It's possible my mom will call you next Saturday or Sunday. If she does, I need you to tell her I'm somewhere in the yard and can't take her call." "Have the two of you fought again?" "No." "Okay, are you in some sort of trouble?" "No, no, nothing like that. I just don't want her worrying." "You have me worrying now." "I told you. I'm not in trouble. I'm also not doing anything that's going to get me in trouble. I'm going to be seeing someone." Joey deserved to know at least that. "Well you lucky cat. Why didn't you lead with that? Of course, I'll cover for you." "Thanks Joey. I owe you one." "Don't worry about it." This took care of his absence for the weekend. He didn't expect to need it, since his mother had mentioned she would work at the diner, but if for some reason she didn't, he didn't have to worry. Now all he had to do was keep his excitement in check until then. * * * * * It was one in the afternoon and Patrick was pacing in front of the bar. Sure, his father could pick him up at home, but all it would take was Misses Polyan from two house down seeing him and she'd call his mother to report it. Since she thought he was going to work, she would question why his father was picking him up. He checked the time, ten more minutes. He changed the pack to his other shoulder. It had some toiletries and a change of clothing. The car stopped at the curb and his father smiled at him through the passenger window. "You ready son?" "You bet dad." He got in and his father reached over to cup his face. Patrick almost stopped him, worried about the neighbors seeing and calling his mother, then remembered he was nowhere near his house and leaned in so they could kiss. When they separated Patrick was sporting an erection. He leaned back in the seat, grinning. "It's a really good thing we're not in my neighborhood. If my mom ever got wind of this kiss, she'd skin me alive." His father looked at him, the smile disappearing. "You do realize you're going to have to tell her, right? Not about us, obviously, but that your gay." "I know. It just isn't the right time yet." His father shook his head and started the car. "It's never going to be. If that's what you're waiting for, you'll always come up with a reason why now isn't it." Patrick sighed. "I know. It's just that things are finally going well for her. I don't want to ruin things." "If she ends up feeling like you being gay ruined her life, I won't think much of her." "What do you think of her now?" "I think she's a decent person. She did the best she could in a not so good situation. She raised you to be a good guy, which can't be easy in this part of town." "She also raised me to think being gay was a sin." "Like I kept telling Damian, no one's perfect. She's making an effort to see me and Danny was normal guys. I don't know if we'll ever be friends, but I don't dislike her." Patrick nodded. "I do wish she could be friends with all of you, but then she'd almost certainly figure out your lifestyle, our lifestyle. that wouldn't go over very well." They drove in silence for a time, going through multiple neighborhood of varying economic class. They were in what Patrick thought was an old commercial district when the car turned into an empty lot between two buildings. "You ever had sex on the hood of a car?" Donald asked as he brought it to a stop. Patrick chuckled. "Of course not. I only had sex for the first time a week ago." "A lot can happen in a week." He got out of the car. Patrick got out too and looked around. On one side was a four-story building with boarded up windows. The brown brick was falling apart. On the other the building was two-story, and the gray cement wall was featureless. The other end of the lot showed a quiet street, but by the pieces of broken masonry on the walls on each side Patrick thought there might have been a building there at one time. Now it was paved and served as parking, although right now their car was the only here. "What are we doing here dad?" His father grabbed his hand and pulled him close. "I'm going to fuck you on the hood of the car." "what, here? what if someone comes by?" Donald grinned. "No one ever comes here." "How do you know?" "You're not the first guy I've fucked here." his father paused. "You're not the first of my sons." Patrick chuckled. That didn't surprise him. While he hadn't seen his family have sex together, the thought of it felt more normal, now that he had had sex with both his fathers. "I thought Alex was the one with a thing for public sex." "It isn't because it's his eccentricity, that I don't enjoy it too with the right guy." "Oh? and I'm the right guy?" "Most certainly." His father kissed him and pushed him back until Patrick was sitting on the hood of the car. It was barely warm, which surprised him for some reason. He'd have to ask Adam about.... His chain of thought derailed when he felt his father undo his pants. "Dad, are you sure? we're in public. what if...? Oh Fuck." His father's hand was in his pants, stroking him. "Who cares? If someone stumbles on us, they can enjoy the show." He pulled down Patrick's pants and underwear and the light breeze of his hard cock made him shiver for a moment. "We could be arrested," Patrick panted. "I'll just pay off the cops." Is this what being rich did to people? he wondered. They felt they could do anything? anywhere? This was so fucking wrong. So why wasn't he saying no already? His father bit his neck and Patrick moaned. He kicked off his shoes and wriggled a leg out of his pants. "Fuck me dad." His father pushed him on his back before taking out his cock. All of a sudden, he had a small bottle of lube in his hand and he was pouring it on his cock. Where did they keep coming from? Who cares, was the only response he could come up at the moment. He couldn't believe they were about to do this. His father entered him slowly, and Patrick groaned. God, he thought, I can't believe you'd ever say something which feel so good could be wrong. His father paused halfway in, and Patrick wouldn't have any of that. he wrapped his legs around him and pulled him completely in. They both gasps. Patrick looked up at the blue sky, already seeing some of the lightning. "Fuck dad. If we get caught, I am so killing you." He caught his breath. "Now fuck me." His father smiled and proceeded to pound his ass. Patrick tried to be quiet, but his father's cock was moving in and out of him so fucking hard and fast. He couldn't stop himself from moaning and grunting. The fucking he'd received at the house were nothing compared to this. Their moans and gaps reverberated on the walls. His father wrapped a hand around his cock and Patrick spoke God's name in vain. He'd ask forgiveness later. He wrapped his arms around his father's neck and pulled him close, but instead of kissing him he brought his muzzle to his ear. "You son of a bitch," Patrick moaned. This felt so fucking wonderful. "You fucking son of a bitch. this isn't fair." He shuddered and the lighting fought him for control. "Oh God. Oh fuck. harder dad, harder!" This felt so fucking good. He didn't care about getting caught anymore. Right now, all he wanted was to feel like this forever. The lightning clashed with his will. Oh God, why had he told him to go faster, this was getting to much. Pleasure shook his body. Oh, right, that was why. To avoid screaming he clamped down on his father's shoulder. The lightning exploded, but this time he didn't completely blackout. He could see lightning bolts dancing around them. His body felt like it was electrified, and it felt good. He didn't know how long that lasted, but somewhere during the lightning show he felt his father shudder over him, his cock pulsating inside him, then all he cared about was the pleasure he felt. And then the lightning was gone. He and his father were panting. His shirt had strings of cum on it. He felt amazing and his father was looking down at him, a silly grin on his face. "What?" Patrick asked. "If anyone catches us, it's your fault. That roar is still ringing in my ears." He'd roared? He had no recollection of letting go of his father's shoulder. He blushed. "I'm sorry, I tried not to." the rawness of his voice confirmed he'd roared. "It's okay. This place is deserted for blocks around, except for the squatters, and I figure that with the life they live, they deserve a good show. I don't quite have Alex's tolerance level when it comes to risk of discovery." He gazed in his eyes. "Fuck you're beautiful, you know that?" Patrick blushed some more. he knew he was decent enough looking, but to hear his father say it, while his cock was still buried deep inside you, gave it a lot more meaning. They kissed, slowly, tenderly, lovingly. Fuck, he loved his father. They kept looking at each other for a moment after the kiss ended. "Aren't the others going to wonder what's keeping us?" Patrick asked. His father chuckled. "I wouldn't worry about that. They'll figure we stopped somewhere to fuck." He gently pulled out. "Don't move." He licked Patrick's stomach and chest clean. He then threaded his leg back in his underwear and pants, and pulled them up. "We're going to have to talk you out of wearing underwear. They're a waste of time." Patrick's ears moved forward. "You expect me to freeball?" Donald nodded. "I think you should." He buttoned up Patrick's jeans, then pulled him up to reach behind him and button the tail strap. "Don't hold your breath dad. I'm not putting my junk in danger of catching in a zipper." He stretched and watched his dad tuck himself away and zip his jeans close. He couldn't believe he felt better than before he'd had his brains fucked out. His father shrugged. "It's never happened to anyone in the family." He headed for the driver's side. Patrick put a hand on the handle and looked at his father over the car. "That's because your whole family's got super powers, you know that, right? No one normal can do what you guys can." His father smiled at him. "You're forgetting a small detail." "Yeah? What?" "You're part of that same family." He got in the car. Right, he had forgotten that. "I don't care, I'm not freeballing it." he got in the car.
  4. Kindar

    Chapter 45

    The Missing Son 45 Because food was being served throughout the afternoon Patrick was taken by surprise when one of his fathers called out. "Okay, birthday guys! Stop what you're doing and come to the table!" The others seemed to know what was coming and in short order the eight of them were seated at the table. A moment after that the patio door opened and his other dad with five of other guys carried out a cake. Patrick's jaw dropped at the size. It barely fit in the door and had to be eight feet long. They slid it on the table and by their expressions, his brothers hadn't been expecting that either. There was only one feet of clear space at each end of the table and not even enough elbow room. Before each of them, on the cake, was a cluster of nineteen candles above a picture. In front of Patrick was a car. He looked over to Alex, he had beakers, and past him, Anakin had a can of orange soda. Laughing the brothers changed places until everyone was in front of his picture "Isn't this a little excessive?" Patrick asked and he sat back down. Arthur, now seated next to him chuckled. "You might have forgotten how many people there are at this party." Patrick looked around. He was right. He'd been interacting with people in small groups and lost track of the overall party. "Alright," our father said. "blow out your candles." "Maybe Patrick should tell us what his wish is first." "No!" He replied, probably too loud. He couldn't keep his ears from heating up. "Come on, uncle Damian," Alex said. "You know very well we can't say what it is. It won't come true if we do." Patrick tried not to smile. He didn't have to make a wish. It had already come true. Not only had he had sex with his father, but he was okay with it. He didn't feel weirded out, he didn't regret it, Hell (sorry) he wanted to do it again, not just with him, but with his whole family. He couldn't quite contain his smile, he was truly an Orr. He blew out his candles. His brothers did the same and everyone cheered. Each brother was handed a knife and spatula and they cut in the cake, handing pieces to those around them. Patrick laughed when his part turned out to be orange, and after a taste, was orange flavored. Once everyone had a piece there was only half the cake left, or so Patrick estimated, Chunks were missing all over the place. He'd eaten his piece, and cut himself one from Aaron's section, which was maple flavored. He sat down and Damian sat next to him. Patrick thought about moving away, but he wasn't going to let his uncle intimidate him. "Not having cake?" Patrick asked, instead of letting his uncle take control of the conversation. "I'm not hungry." The silence returned. Patrick was chewing when Damian said. "How was the sex?" Patrick chocked on the cake and glared at the adult. It hadn't been loud, but still. "What kind of fucking question is that?" He kept his voice low and looked around. No one was paying them any attention. "A rather simple one." "Yeah? Well, if I'd done anything, I wouldn't be telling you." Damian smiled. "No 'if' about it. I may not be able to tell them apart, but I did notice that for over an hour there was only one of them around at a time, and that you were not. They are my brothers, I know how they think." "I went with Adam to pick up sodas." "I'm not your mother, Patrick. Please don't act as if I was as... bright as her." Patrick glared at him again. "Don't insult my mom." "I didn't." "Bullshit. I heard that hesitation." "I apologize. The point remains that you didn't go with him. For one thing, he left half an hour after you disappeared. Arthur came back less than ten and as soon as he was done talking to my brothers, one of them disappeared." Patrick stared at his uncle. "Why the fuck do you care?" How had he caught all of that? Had he known what would happen? "I care because you are family." Patrick sighed. And what the fuck did that mean? He checked to make sure no one was within earshot and leaned in. "Fine, you want to know? it was great." "And do you wish for it to happen again?" "Yes, I do. Are you happy?" Damian smiled. "Very much so." Patrick eyed his uncle. "Yeah? don't get any idea. It's going to take a long time before I let you have sex with me." Damian stood. "Oh, I don't know about that. It may very well happen sooner than you think. Much sooner." Then he left to talk with a group of women. Great, what did that mean? Patrick wondered. He put him out of his mind by finishing his piece of cake and then having another one, banana this time. Then he was pulled into a conversation with Albert and some of his friends about paintings. Patrick didn't think he had anything to contribute, until he realized they were discussing painting him. * * * * * The cake had been decimated. there weren't even crumbs left on the board it had been on. Patrick looked at it in amazement. He wouldn't have believed even this large group would have finished it. And the grill was still going, although now it was a zebra and a deer manning it. His fathers were talking with their friends, as was his mother. He'd kept an eye out for her throughout the day, in case she found herself alone. She'd been worried she wouldn't fit in, but each time he'd seen her she was talking with a group of adults and looking like she was enjoying herself. He didn't know what they were talking about, but by their laughter and pointing at the younger people he expected they were sharing stories about their children. "Hey Alex," Patrick called to his brother. He was the only one not currently in deep conversation, piling condiments on his sausage roll. "If anyone needs me, I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to go rinse the chlorine out of my fur and get dressed." "Are you leaving?" "Probably, it's past six and we have to bus to the rail and then home. My mom's working in the morning." "I'm sure someone will be happy to give you a ride." "Okay, but I'm done swimming, so I want to get out of those trunks." Alex looked him over, then licked his lips. "Yeah, I'd like to get you out of those trunks too." Patrick was only shocked for a moment, then he laughed. "I think this might be too public, even for you." "Yeah, it is." "Don't worry, you'll get your chance." Alex nodded knowingly and smiled. Patrick was left wondering what that was about as he headed for Adam's room. He locked the door and headed for the shower, peeling off his trunks on the way there. He had his hand on the shower knob when the door to the bedroom opened. He turned in time to see his father rush in the bathroom. "I know I locked the door," Patrick stated. Instead of saying anything his father took Patrick's head in his hands and kissed him. Patrick didn't resist as the lips pressed against his, then the tongue pushed its way in his mouth. His father was hungry for it and their hands roamed on their backs, holding each other tightly. When they finally separated his father looked him in the eyes, caressing his face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have unlocked the door and barged in. We have rules about privacy, but I really needed to do this." Patrick smiled. "Well, was it worth it, Daniel?" Daniel took a step back. "How did you know it was me?" Patrick's smile broke into chuckling. "Donald already did this with me. I doubt he'd be as desperate as you were." His father blushed then kissed him again. When he was done he dropped to his knees and swallowed Patrick's cock. "Holy fuck," Patrick gasped and panted as he became hard. He looked down at his father bobbing up and down his cock. Donald's blowjob had been good. This one was masterful. "Oh fuck, Dad." The lips tight against his shaft as they moved up and down, the tongue forcing his cock up to rub against the palate. It was so fucking much. He grabbed his father's head and fucked it. His father looked up at him with love. fingers dug in his ass. Patrick couldn't believe how hot this was, his father loved being face fucked by him. Patrick groaned. Fuck, he wanted to slow down, this had to last longer, but he also wanted it to be more intense and go faster. Before he made his decision, he felt the lightning surge. He tried to hold it back, He wanted this feeling to go on forever. He started to roar, buried his cock in his father's muzzle, and the world exploded inside him. When he came back his throat was raw and he moaned as his father was still sucking on him. Patrick panted. He looked down and realized his hands on his father's head were the only thing holding him up. He leaned back against the shower door and his father stood. Daniel smiled then pressed his lips against Patrick's. He was gentle, tentative. It was almost as if Daniel wasn't certain Patrick wanted to kiss. Not sure why his father hesitated Patrick parted his lips and ran his tongue against his father's. The lips opened slightly and an odd taste trickled through. It was acrid, bitter and a little salt. Cum, he realized, and understand why his father wasn't shoving his tongue down his throat. Patrick thought about it for a moment, He'd tasted his cum a time or two, out of curiosity, like most guys did, he expected, but this was different. He wanted it, not because he wanted to drink his cum, but because his father was the one offering to share it with him. He realized there was little he wouldn't do if his father asked. He pried the lips apart with his tongue and they kissed deeply. The cum flavored the kiss, made it more primal, something that came from deep within them. When they broke apart Patrick felt like he'd run a marathon, and it not just from the orgasm. Was kissing his father always going to be this good? Or was this special, because it was their first time. Patrick tried to articulate how he felt, but all he managed to say was. "Wow." His father chuckled, licking his lips. Patrick happened to look down and noticed the frond of Daniel's speedo was soaked. "Did you cum?" "Twice. When you blew your load in my mouth, and then when we kissed." "When we kissed?" Patrick couldn't believe it, well, okay, it had been a mind-blowing kiss. "Yeah, that's a first for me." Patrick grinned. "Want to see if it'll happen again?" For a reply his father took hold of his face and kissed him. It was a passionate kiss and Patrick responded with vigor. with hunger, but when they broke apart, although they were panting, it hadn't been the same. "Maybe we need more practice?" His father offered. Patrick laughed. "Maybe on the next visit." Daniel nodded. "Speaking of your next visit. Did anyone tell you about the party?" Patrick turned the shower on. "Isn't this the party?" "This is the social party, the family friendly one." Patrick looked over his shoulder. "So this wasn't for me and my mom's benefit?" Daniel looked down Patrick's back. "No, they've always been like this, well, the language might have been cleaner this time. The kids like to party with their friends, and it give me and Donald a chance to hang out with people our age that we aren't currently fucking, well mostly." "I thought all the adult here were married." "They are, but not all of them have monogamous marriage." "Or are happy in it," Patrick added, remembering Adam. "Yeah. Well, the tradition is that we also have a private party, just family members. Normally it would be tonight, once all the guests leave, but since you're going home with your mother, we were thinking of doing it next Saturday." "You don't have to." Patrick ran the hand under the jet and happy with the temperature stepped under it. "We want to." Daniel joined Patrick under the water. "You're part of this family. We'd like you to be part of that party, unless you don't think you'd be comfortable with a family orgy." He lathered his son's back. Patrick closed his eyes, enjoying the hands massaging the soap in his fur. "I... don't know. I...." Didn't he? hadn't he wondered what it would be like to have sex with Adam while they were talking? Didn't he want to have sex with both his fathers? at the same time? His father moved him under the water and rinsed the lather out of Patrick's fur. After that his father pressed himself against his back and held him. "You don't have to. I don't want you to feel pressured." "I want to dad. Fuck I want to. I'm an Orr. I want to know what that means. I want to experience what it means." He gasped as he felt a hand stroke his cock, making him hard again. "You have such a beautiful cock, son. I want you to fuck me with it." His father moved away and Patrick turned around. His father had his hands against the wall. His tail was in this air, making the offer of his ass clear. Patrick swallowed. "Dad, I've never...." Daniel looked at him over his shoulder. "It's fine son. Your cock's already slick. All you have to do is push it in and then enjoy yourself." Patrick settled behind him and places his hands on his father's ass. It was firm, solid, the ass of someone who worked it out a lot. Patrick smiled, did his father use a machine for that? Or did it come from having a lot of guys fuck him? He rubbed his cock in the crack, moving it until the head was against his father's hole. He slowly pushed it in. "Oh. Fuck." Patrick couldn't believe how hot it was in there. His father moaned. "More." Patrick pushed in slowly. He panted. Fuck that felt good. He tried to remember what his father had done when he'd been fucking him, had he thrust all in in one go? some back and forth? but nothing came to him. but his father's moaning seemed to indicate he was doing well. Once all in, he leaned over Daniel for a moment, wrapping his arms around him. It felt good to hold his father this way, to be in him. This man had given him life, and now Patrick got to return the favor, symbolically. He pulled out slowly, then pushed in with a sigh. His father echoed him. Patrick kissed the back of his neck. he wanted to stretch this out for hours, but he had no idea how to keep the lightning from building until it exploded. He also couldn't be absent too long; his mother would start asking questions. he picked up speed and then reached lower to stroke his father's cock. It was already slick and getting wetter as he stroked it. "Fuck Patrick, you feel so good inside me. Fuck me son. Fuck me hard." Patrick's mind tingled at his father acknowledging that his son was fucking him. He sped up, and realized that he couldn't both stroke his father and fuck him hard from this position. He let go of the cock, promising himself he'd finish him afterward and readjusted his footing. He gripped his father's sides firmly and fucked him just as he'd been told. Hard and fast. Daniel's moans turned into curses so vulgar Patrick didn't think he could ever utter them. Fast and hard he fucked. In and out of his father's ass. The lightning built and he tried to hold it back. Just a little longer he asked, just a little more, but the lightning didn't listen. It exploded, the world became white. He felt his father shudder under him, then nothing but pure bliss. When he came back, he was slouched over his father's back, who was holding one of his arms to prevent Patrick from falling off. "You okay back there?" Patrick got the impression it wasn't the first time his father asked him that. He got his feet back under him. "Did you pass out?" Daniel asked. "I don't think so, but the orgasm was so intense I did blackout for a bit. How long was I out?" Straightening up his cock pulled out. Patrick was sorry about that, it had felt so good in there. "Ten seconds I'd say." Daniel straightened too, his back popping in the process. "Thanks for catching me dad." He looked at his father's back, that tail swaying languidly. He was going to be in him again, he had no doubt of that. His father turned. "I'll never let you fall, you know that, right?" Patrick nodded and smiled. "But I guess we might have overdone it for your first times, if you're blacking out." Patrick shrugged. "I don't know. I think it happened with every orgasm. I know it happened when you sucked me off, I was just lucky my arms locked on your head, it kept me up. Is something like that normal?" "I don't know. It doesn't happen to me, Donald, or any of the kids, as far as I know. Could be it's because you're starting late. We all started having sex pretty young, so we've gotten used to it? We'll have to see if it still happens the next time. "And try to avoid being in a precarious position," Patrick chuckled. "Speaking of next time. Does anyone else know about your plan for next Saturday?" "Sure, the whole family. why?" Patrick nodded. "It explains some of the looks I've been getting when talking about sex." "You talked about sex?" His father seemed impressed. "The subject came up a time or two." Patrick put a hand under the water. "Fuck, I can't believe there's any hot water left." His father pushed him under. "We have a perpetual heat system. can't run out." "Shit. If me and mom take consecutive showers, they have to be short or one of us gets cold water." Daniel lathered Patrick up again. "We spend enough time in the shower it was worth investing the extra money to make sure we wouldn't run out. It's really annoying when we have one of our family orgies in the shower to have to deal with the temperature changing." Patrick let his father's hands knead his back in silence for a moment, going over what his father said. "I can't believe you just said the whole family has sex together, and I don't feel like running away." His father wrapped his arms around him, lathering his front. "Welcome to the family son." Patrick smiled and leaned back against him. "Just washing this time, okay? I can't afford to spend too much time in here. mom's going to wonder where I am." "I promise." Daniel said, a moment before he reached down to lather Patrick's balls. Because he didn't linger there Patrick just smiled, then grew thoughtful. "Dad, I hope I'm not going to sound condescending, but don't you think you could be more careful with how you waste money? I know you're rich, but Arthur has a box of phone that's kept charged by the house. You probably spend hours having sex under the shower while hot water is running. I mean that stuff adds up." Daniel held him. "Because I know where you come from you don't, but we're not using as much power from the grid as you think. The roof is full solar, we have a top of the line water reclamation system. Our initial plan was to tap an underground spring, but this is California, there aren't any of those left. And before you point out air conditioning costs, you may have noticed how thick the walls are, both the outside and inside walls. It provides a lot of sound and temperature insulation." Patrick closed his eyes as he was pulled under the water and let it run over him. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize." "It's okay. You're right, we are rich, but we are aware of the impact a house like this one can have and we do what we can to minimize that." Daniel chuckled. "If we hadn't done it of our own volition, Damian would have forced us to do it." "Really? He cares about the environment?" "Very much." "But he owns a bunch of companies." "He does, and a good number of them are linked to all sort of renewable energy companies and research. He also spends a lot of money pushing for better environmental protection laws." Patrick was amazed to learn about that side to his uncle. Then he remembered the summer's heat wave and January's cold snap. "It isn't working all that well." "You have to remember the damage has been done over a long time. It'll take a while to get everything back to the way things were before. Who knows, once he runs the world it might go faster. Patrick looked over his shoulder at his dad, then had to blink when soapy water got in his eyes. "He's trying to take over the world?" Daniel laughed. "I'm kidding. If I remember, his exact words were: 'I don't want to waste my time running this damned place. I want to be in a position where I can kick those fucking politicians in the balls and have them say thank you, instead of sending the cops after me.'" "Wow, that's harsh." "You might not have noticed yet, but my brother is very big on efficiency. So, the government system isn't something he likes all that much. "Why is he so keen on saving the environment?" His father made sure the soap was all out of Patrick's fur, in silence. When he was done, he said. "Do you mind if we tackle that another time? Answering your question is going to lead to a lot of other things we don't have time to cover if you don't want your mother to realize you're gone." "Alright." Patrick quickly and chastely washed his father. Once dressed, Patrick in his clothes, and his father in his speedo. He grabbed his bag and went outside, his father staying behind to avoid attracting attention. The day was making Patrick realize that he had to make a decision about his mother. No, not a decision, he'd already made that. Now he had to tell her. He couldn't keep that he was gay from her. But tonight wasn't the right time. He found her among the parents, they had all gathered in a corner of the backyard, and she was telling them about the time he beat up the neighborhood bully because he was pushing around one of the young girls. Patrick had been ten, the bully fifteen. By the time it was over the bully had to go to the hospital, Patrick only had a few bruises. The police had been called, but after an explanation, and multiple witnesses, Patrick was let go with a warning not to pick fights." "Hey mom," he said, kneeling next to her. "Hi hun, why are you dressed?" "It's eight. We should go, you're working in the morning." "Already?" She pulled out her phone. "So, it is. Where did the time go?" She stood and said her goodbyes to the people around her. "If you want to stay longer," Damian said. "I can give both of you a ride." Patrick glared at his uncle from behind his mother and shook his head vehemently. He didn't know what his uncle was planning, but he didn't want them to be part of it. "That's very kind of you, Mister Orr, but This is only going to be my second time taking the rail, I want to enjoy it." She took her bag and sniffed Patrick. "You showered?" "Yes, to get the chlorine out of my fur." "That's good thinking." "It was good meeting you," Damian said, taking her hand and kissing it. He offered his hand to Patrick. "It was good finally meeting you too. The kids have told me a lot about you." Patrick hesitated a moment, trying to figure out why Damian was being so damn civil. He finally shook it. "It was good meeting you too." Then everyone was over to wish both a good night. Patrick shook hands, was hugged, and discreetly groped, and not just by his brothers. He was happy his mother was busy with her own goodbyes, otherwise she would have noticed his ears steaming.
  5. Kindar

    Chapter 43

    The Missing Son 43 Patrick had his head in his hands. Was this a mistake? Sure, he wanted to have sex with his father. He wanted it badly, but that didn't mean it was right. Surely there were reasons why it was considered wrong to have sex with a family member. "Arthur said you needed to see me?" Patrick's head snapped up, and all his doubts vanished. His father was standing there, looking worried. How could he not want to be with this guy who had conceived him. He hadn't been there to raise him, but the love in his eyes was undeniable. Patrick knew his father would be there for him now. He could ask him anything and if it was within his power, his father would make it happen. Patrick ran to him and wrapped his arms around him. "Are you okay?" Donald asked, placing his arms around Patrick. Patrick buried his face in his father's chest and breathed in his scent. "I'm scared, dad." He smelled of meat, charcoal, and sweat. "I want you so badly it scares me." "It's okay Patrick," Donald soothed. "We don't have to do anything." "I want to, Dad." Patrick could feel the tears falling and he didn't bother trying to stop them. "I've been dreaming about it for months." he looked up. "I've never had a dad. For years I thought I had the memories of one, but that wasn't even true. You're here. You're my dad. I want to feel how much you love me." "Patrick, are you sure? It's..." Patrick didn't let him finish. He pressed his lips against his, He was hungry for this. He kissed him, hard. His hands were in Donald's neck fur, holding him in case he tried to move back. His father wasn't pulling away. His lips parted and their tongue met. Patrick moaned as he tasted his father and his tongue moved against Donald's. The hands on his back moved, first up, then down. They came to rest on his ass, then they squeezed. Patrick gasped. "Oh shit." He trembled, his cock was straining in his pants, his balls hurt. His father lifted him, and by reflex Patrick wrapped his legs around Donald's waist, only then realizing how strong his father had to be able to do that. Patrick wasn't all that light. Donald took a few steps, and his groin rubbed against his ass. Patrick felt his father's hard cock move and he held him tighter. For a moment he thought he was falling, but it was his father depositing him on the bed. Donald let go of him and stepped back. Patrick could now see what he'd felt, straining against the speedo, barely being held in place and a large wet spot at the tip. His father straddled him and pulled Patrick's t-shirt off. They kissed again, this time gentler, lighter pecks, more loving than hungry. When they broke apart, Donald looked at him. His father caressed his face. "First rule of sex in this family. No means no. If at any time you aren't comfortable with anything that's happening, you tell me and we stop. You weren't educated by us, so I don't want you to feel like you have to do this." Patrick put a finger to the other tiger's lips. "I get it dad. No means no. Now you can shut up and just love me." His father looked him in the eyes, and then leaned in. He didn't kiss him this time, he bit his neck and Patrick gasped. He felt the teeth against his skin and ancestral parts of his brain lit up, sending information that conflicted with the modern part, preventing him from doing anything. He was safe in his father's arms/The male on top of him was larger, dangerous, a threat. The bite felt good/Biting was a threat to his life. He wanted to submit to whatever his father would do to him/He couldn't submit to a bigger male, he had to fight, he had to establish his dominance over him. By the time his father released his neck, Patrick was panting has hard as his cock was. Donald slid down, lightly biting Patrick through his fur until he reached the nipples. Patrick knew what was coming, He'd played with his nipples as part of discovering his body. He knew they were sensitive, but he wasn't prepared for the sensation that coursed through him when his father bit on one then suckled. Patrick panted when Donald released the nipple, then arced his back when he nibbled on the other. Patrick couldn't speak, he could barely think. He didn't feel his father release his nipple, or move. He knew something happened when he felt cool air on his balls. He forced his head up. His father had undone his belt and pulled Patrick's jeans down, along with his underwear. Patrick raised his legs and they were off. Donald stood and Patrick realized the speedo had disappeared. His father's cock stood tall, hard and leaking. The only things Patrick could think of where how beautiful his father was and how much he wanted what was coming. The jeans went flying and Patrick closed his eyes in anticipation. He gasped as he felt a hot mouth on his cock and opened his eyes. His father was deep-throating him. He moaned, fuck this felt good. No wonder the guys were always going on about blowjobs. "Oh fuck, dad." The words escaped him unbidden. His father's mouth moving on his cock, his tongue... He didn't want to be sacrilegious, but this had to be what heaven felt like. He was so distracted by the pleasure flooding him he barely felt the finger pressing against his asshole. He gasped as it popped in, then he was moaning again, the finger's motions adding more sensations to the mix. Patrick put his hand on his father's head and began thrusting in his mouth. Fuck this felt good. The movement made the finger go deeper and every so often it made his cock jump, even if it was nowhere near it. Patrick panted, how long had he been doing this? How long could he last? Could anyone survive feeling this much pleasure? And then the pleasure increased. Why did I wait so long to do this? He thought, and then the world exploded. As far as Patrick wad concerned, for a long moment he no longer existed. All he was, was the lightning of pleasure coursing through the world. Then he started breathing again. He moaned as he breathed out. His father was still nursing on his cock and it felt good. At least for a while. "dad, stop," Patrick panted. "If you don't I think I'm going to piss." Donald released the cock and it flopped down. "How was that?" Patrick needed a moment to reply. "That was amazing." He looked at his father. "Although it wasn't what I was expected." "Really?" "Yeah, Arthur said you were the one to have if I wanted to be fucked." "Yeah, I'm mostly a top, but you wanted me to show you how much I love you. I don't just express my love by shoving my cock up your ass." Patrick chuckled at the vulgar language. "You are my son, you are worth so much more. I want to make you happy, I want to bring you pleasure." Patrick reached down and caressed his father's muzzle. "I hope you also want to fuck me." He made his expression serious. "I mean it dad. I want to feel you in me. I bought a dildo a while back, and anytime I use it, you're the only one I could think of. having you in me, that's what I want as my birthday present." Donald nodded. He stood, lifting Patrick's legs as he did so. Standing he was at the right height. he took the lube bottle that was on the bed. Where had that come from? Patrick thought. He knew it hadn't been there before, had it? There certainly was no way his father could have hidden it on his person. Donald coated his cock with the gel. "Are you ready?" Patrick nodded and his father moved closer. his cock pressed against Patrick's hole, then moved back. It pressed again, then the pressure was gone. It was back a little harder, then gone again. Little by little, so gradual that Patrick barely felt any discomfort his father stretched him. Patrick was panting, sometime moaning. He didn't know how it could be, but this felt so much better than the dildo. All of a sudden, his father stopped moving. "Is everything okay?" Patrick asked. His father canted his head. "What do you mean?" "You stopped moving." His father smiled. "I'm all in." Patrick looked down in disbelief. His father was pressed against him. Where had the discomfort been? it was always present when he used the dildo, and he was pretty sure his father was thicker. Then he stared at his own cock, his hard cock. He looked up at his father, who smiled down at him. Patrick could only think of one thing to do. he wrapped his arms around his father's neck and kissed him passionately. In that position his father began thrusting in him. Patrick moaned in the kiss. Too soon his arms got tired and he had to let go of his father. Patrick closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of his father moving in and out of him. After a moment he opened his eyes and his father locked eyes with him. "You are precious Patrick. You are my son. Do not ever feel ashamed of who you are, of what you feel. Love with all your heart, with all your being. You don't have to tell the world who you are, but 'know' who you are. Never deny that you are an Orr, even if you don't bear the name." Patrick moaned as his father's cock hit a sensitive spot. "I promise dad," He said when he was able to form words again. "I won't deny who I am and I won't be ashamed of it." "Thank you, son." Donald picked up the pace and Patrick groaned in reply. He gasped when he felt the hand on his cock and he looked down just long enough to see his father jacking him off as he fucked him. He was going to cum a second time, he realized, a moment before the lightning exploded throughout him again. When he came back to the world it was to the sound of grunting and the feeling of his father's cock moving fast and deep in him, but erratic. Patrick didn't have time to wonder at the intensity of his orgasm, the dildo had never made him cum that hard. He opened his eyes and saw wildness in his fathers. He smiled at his father. Donald pushed himself in as deep as he could, raised his head and roared. Patrick felt the cock in him pulse as it filled him with his father's cum. He was receiving the ointment he gave to all his sons. The seed that made him. Panting heavily his father looked down at him. Patrick was crying. "I love you so much," he said before his father could worry. He had a father. The world might never be perfect, but he had a father. His world was perfect now. He held onto his father as he slowly pulled put, then he was held in return. Patrick didn't know how long they held each other, but it couldn't have been very long. It hadn't been long enough. "We should get back to the party," his father said. "I know. I just don't want this to end." He felt the kiss on his forehead. "It isn't going to end. You'll always be one of us. We're just a phone call away." "What if my mom freaks." "She might be your mother, but you have to be your own person. At some point, you're going to have to let her go." Patrick pulled away, but Donald kept a hand on his arm "It has nothing to do with us, it's just part of growing up. Our kids are going to let us go too, eventually. we have to accept that, they have to accept it, and so do you." Patrick was silent while he processed it. It was too heavy for him. "You know," he finally said. "I think there's a rule that says you can't be this profound after sex." Donald laughed, then shoved him off the bed. "My house, my rule. Come on, let's go wash up. If you want to keep your mother ignorant of what happened here, you can't go back outside smelling of sex." The bathroom attached to the bedroom was in greens and blues, with a white stripe separating the colors, but there was something different about the colors. Then he realized it was car paint. Of course, it would be, it was Adam's bathroom. It only had a shower, now that he thought about it... "Don't you guys have any tubs?" "Of course, we do." his father turned the water on and adjusted the temperature." "Where are they? I haven't seen any." "Then you haven't been in Albert's bathroom, he loves to soak. There's a Jacuzzi in ours. Alex and Anakin also have tubs." They stepped under the large jet and the water fell on them like rain. The water was cool and refreshing. Patrick reached for the shampoo dispenser on the wall, but his father stopped him. "Not that one, that's lube." "Adam has lube in his shower?" "Of course," his father whispered, "the shower is a perfect place to have sex. You get cleaned as quickly as you get dirty." He reached for the pump he'd told Patrick not to use. "Dad, shouldn't we?" Patrick felt the cock under his tail and he knew he had to decide. "Oh, fuck yeah." He put both hands against the wall for support. His father entered him in a smooth thrust. "Oh fuck, dad." "Yes son, that is what we're doing." He reached around and stroked Patrick's cock. Patrick had a moment of wonder. He couldn't be hard again, could he? And then all thoughts fled as his father fucked, and jerked, him. How long it lasted he had no idea. Pleasure made his body vibrate and all he felt for an undetermined amount of time was the hand on his cock and the cock in his ass. Then his father tensed, bit his shoulder, and the lightning exploded. When he came aware again his father was panting in his ear. "Fu..." Patrick chuckled. No he wasn't going to say that, for all he knew it would set him off again. "This was intense." If sex was always this intense, he was going to become addicted. "huh uh," was as articulated as his father got." "You okay, old man?" The arms holding him tightened a little. "just enjoying having my cock up my son's ass and holding him tenderly." Patrick chuckled. "You're going to have to make do with that you've already had. I can't support both our weights; my arms are about to give." He got a kiss on the side of the head, and his father pulled out. Patrick stretched, he felt good, shouldn't he feel exhausted after... He turned. "Fuck, I can't believe I came three times. I didn't thing that was even possible." His father smiled. "You're an Orr. You'll realize that when it comes to sex, we're outside the norm. Way outside." "Are you saying I'm going to be horny all the time?" "Of course, but that's because you're a guy." Patrick swatted at his father, who moved out of reach. Donald leveled his gaze on his son. "Being an Orr means that if you want to have sex, you'll be able to." Patrick thought about it as he washed himself. "So... I can get hard and cum on command, or something?" "Getting hard? Pretty much. If you get turned on, you'll get hard. As for cumming on command? I don't know. As far as I know, Damian is the only one who's ever had that kind of control over his body." Once they rinsed off his father handed him a towel and they dried each other. Donald dumped the towels in the hamper by the door. In the bedroom he picked up a phone from the bedside table and checked it. he cursed. "What?" Patrick asked, wondering how the phone had ended up there. He couldn't recall his father having one when he entered the bedroom, not that he was looking at his hands. "We were here a little longer than I was expecting." "How long?" "An hour and a half." "What?" Patrick rushed to his bag and put the trunks on. "My mom's going to go ballistic." "No, she thinks you went with Adam to buy more sodas. Just head to the garage once you're presentable." He slipped his speedo on. "Won't she find it strange that you've also been missing for all this time?" Donald smiled. "She doesn't know I've been gone." "How?" His smiled widened. "No one can tell me and Daniel apart, remember?" * * * * * Adam was leaning against a sport car when Patrick got there a few minutes later. He was wearing black Speedos and an unbuttoned shirt. He was looking at his phone. Patrick didn't say anything, taking a long moment to look at his brother. He was close to their father in height, but not as wide shouldered. His stomach fur was longer, and he had a nice cock, even soft it stretched the speedo. Adam looked up. "Hey, had fun?" He took the ear clip off his ear. Patrick's ears burned. He couldn't help it, the memory of his father fucking him in the shower came back to him. Adam put an arm around his shoulder. "Yeah, I can see you did, but buddy, you're going to want to put the brakes on and hit reverse." Patrick blinked. "What?" Adam pointed down. Patrick's trunks were well tented. With a curse he adjusted himself. Adam ran a hand through Patrick's chest. Before Patrick could wonder if he was coming on to him, his brother took his hand away and rubbed his finger together. "Your fur's still humid." He breathed in. "And you smell of my shampoo." He laughed. "Did dad fuck you in my room?" Patrick felt his whole body heat up. "Yeah, sorry. it was the closest room." Adam tightened his arm around him. "Hey, it's okay. I was just surprised, but we need to do something about your fur." "Why? it's sunny, it'll dry pretty quick once I'm outside." "I don't think it'll be fast enough for your mom not to question it, as well as the smell. Is there a reason you'd need to shower when you got here?" Patrick shook his head. Adam hummed to himself as he walked to the back of the car. "I know." he opened the trunk. "Once we're outside, put the cases on the table and throw yourself in the pool." "What if she calls to me?" He took the two cases Adam handed him. "Act like you haven't heard her. You can apologize once you're wet." He stacked a third case on top. "I can take a fourth." "yeah, but you'll be blind. We have stairs, and a kitchen to navigate. you need to see where you're going." He stacked three cases on the sedan next to the car and closed the trunk. "How about the other cases?" Patrick had seen at least two other cases. Adam picked up his three. "Someone else can come for them." "You came up with the pool idea pretty quick. Do you guys have a book with a list of excuses in it?" Adam chuckled. "Hell no, although that's a good idea. it would be a best seller." Adam pushed the door open with his butt and lead the way down the hall to the stairs. "I'm quick on my feet, that's how I thought about it. I've had a lot of practice over the last four years. You wouldn't believe how many times I've almost had a woman walk in on me and her husband fucking." Patrick almost stumbled. "You sleep with married guys?" "Sure." Adam reached the top of the stairs and turned. "It's my thing, my eccentricity." "Why? Why would you go after them?" "have you seen them? they're miserable, they look like they're serving a life sentence. Whatever they had before, it's gone. I offer them some of the fun they used to have." "But they're not all unhappy. There's plenty of guys out there who are perfectly happy being married." "Sure, and those guys won't be interested in what I'm offering, and if they look happy, I won't even bother with them." Patrick frowned. "Look," Adam continued, "I don't go around tricking them into having sex with me. I might sweet talk them a bit, but if the guy isn't looking for something outside his marriage, he won't be interested in me, and I'll move on." Patrick nodded, more stunned by his own lack of revulsion at what Adam did than the knowledge he did it. he was becoming part of the family, there was no doubt about that. Would he too do things like that? "So, you don't force yourself on them?" "Hell no. No means no." "First rule," Patrick said. "Exactly." They crossed the kitchen and Adam kicked the door and screamed through the screen. "Someone open the damn door; our hands are full." A lioness in her early twenties opened it for them. Patrick saw his mother in conversation with two other women, a collie and a bear. She looked in his direction as he put down the cases on the table and he ran for the pool as she opened her mouth. He heard his name just as he hit the water. He came up and quad paddled in place. A beach ball bounced off his head. "Patrick Sanders!" His mother was standing by the side of the pool, glaring at him. "Hey mom." "Why didn't answer me when I called you? I was worried. You should have called me and told me you were going to run errands." "I...." Shit, how was he going to explain that?" "Sorry, Ma'am," Adam said. "It's my fault. I grabbed Patrick just as he was done changing." His mother studied his brother. "You're Adam, right?" "Yes ma'am." She leveled her gaze back on her son. "And why didn't you call me?" "Sorry mom. My phone was in my jacket," now that Adam had given him a setup, Patrick had an idea how to go with it. "all I had on were my trunks." "I didn't realize you'd be upset," Adam continued. "I would have lent him mine if I'd known." "And why didn't you ask for his phone?" The people close by were paying attention and Patrick was happy at the effort it took to paddle, he kept him from being too embarrassed. "I didn't think of it, mom. I was enjoying the ride. I've been in so few cars." "And it's the F-Type," Adam added without missing a beat. "It's such a rad car that I kind of went out of the way so he could really get to enjoy it." "Adam!" a girl in the in-ground hot tub next to the pool at the back called. "Come on!" She was a collie and waved him over. "Again, I'm really sorry for distressing you, Ma'am." Adam went to the hot tub and sat in, putting an arm around the shoulders of the girls on each side of him. His mother kept her gaze on Adam as he whispered something to the lioness, making her giggle. She nodded and looked at Patrick, who was now holding to the edge of the pool, his arms tired from paddling. "You really should know better than to disappear like that." "I know mom. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." She smiled at him. "No, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't be scolding you. You're a grown man, you can make your own decisions." "It's okay mom. I might be nineteen, but I'm still your baby." Patrick thought his mother's eyes were getting wet as she turned away. "You go have fun. Enjoy your birthday party."
  6. Kindar

    Chapter 16

    Because of the constant interruptions, it took Denton four days to put the files back in the cabinets. When he was done, Frank when through them, looking for anything missing. "The Lewiston files are missing," He announced as they ate lunch. It was him, Colby, Maximilian, and an otter named Victor. He'd arrived this morning, and introduced himself by fucking Denton. The others were off to their jobs. "All the files?" Maximilian asked. Frank shook his head. "Only the last sixty years." "So everyone still alive." He looked at his soup. "You know who they are, so you'll have to call them to warn them of the danger." "Shouldn't we get them all together?" the otter asked, nibbling on his fish. "it'll be a lot easier to protect them." "No. The person targeting them is powerful enough to lock down an entire house, and start a fire without being anywhere near. If they were all in one location, he might be able to wipe them all out in one shot." "And some of them are in Europe," Frank said. "William and Thomas are studying there, and staying with their mother. It might be safer for them to stay there. As far as we know he can't reach that far." "That's a dangerous assumption to make," Maximilian admonished. "There's no telling where he is, just because at this point he's only attacked in Denver. He might be anywhere else. Or worse, he might have agents elsewhere." "So what? we only wait for him to strike again and hope for the best?" The otter wasn't impressed by that. "No," Denton finally contributed, "We'll catch him by going over the evidence we have of his crimes. He's left clues. both of his method and his goal. All we need to do is find them." The otter looked at him. "This isn't a TV show, You're not a detective walking around with his magnifying glass, and saying ha ah! the game's afoot." "This isn't TV, this is real life," Denton countered. "Crimes get solved by proper investigation, not by sitting around praying to a God and signing cumbaya." "Victor," Maximilian interrupted, "you should have taken the time to learn a little about him before fucking him. This is detective Denton Stenton." He looked at Denton as he said the last name. Denton shrugged. At this point he wasn't going to make a big deal of it. "Wait. You're actually a cop?" "Denver PD. If you want to see my badge, you're going to have to wait for me to go get it. you might have noticed I'm not wearing anything either." Victor ruminated over that. "I didn't know you had someone inside the police, Max. How did you manage to do that under the church's nose?" "It wasn't planned. Which reminds me. Everyone should be here before the end of the day tomorrow, so we should be ready to do the ceremony that night. I'll go over what you need to do with you later, Dent." "Do we have to?" Colby asked. Denton stared at him. "I'm with Colby here," Frank said. "I kind of like having Denton nice and pliable." "No, absolutely not." He stood and put his hand on the table. "I'm not your plaything." Frank was up and next to him. "Come on Dent, you know you like it." He had a hand on his ass, a finger in the crack and rubbing his hole. Denton swallowed and tried to move away, but he couldn't. "Frank, not now," Maximilian ordered. Frank shrugged and sat back down. The moment his hand was gone Denton was able to move again. He saw Victor give Maximilian a questioning gaze as he turned and left. He'd figured out they didn't mean any harm in it. They'd all gone through this after their own ceremony, where they became everyone's bottom. That they had been fourteen when it started and the youngest man to fuck them was eighteen bothered Denton a little, but this wasn't like that. Everyone involved here was adult. It still bothered him that he couldn't help it. Yes being fucked was great, he freely admitted that, but he wanted to have a say in when it happened. He took a shower. something that was becoming a common occurrence. He was having more sex than ever. he'd thought he'd been over sexed before, but now, it just wouldn't quit. Except that wasn't quite true. He was able to not want to have sex when he was working on something, but if he had nothing to do, he started to look for someone to fuck him. This shower was just to wash the annoyance he felt out of his fur. A nervous habit he'd thought he'd gotten rid of at the academy. He kept it quick, and shook himself before stepping out. He felt the presence before seeing it. he spun ready to defend himself and stopped. The form advancing from the bedroom was large, muscular, and translucent. In the light he could see the fur was auburn with darker striped. "No," Denton growled. "Absolutely not. You had your fun with me, not again." It was one thing to have the other guys to use him when they felt like it, but the God had had his time. he wasn't coming back for seconds. Denton crossed the distance separating them in a couple of steppes, and he jumped on the God, tackling him to the ground. The being fought back, but Denton managed to flip him on his stomach. "how about you get a taste of your own medicine and tell me what it feel like." Denton repositioned himself and shoved his cock in the being's ass. Indignation radiated from Him, and that just drove Denton harder. The ass was tight, and he pounded it with abandon. It felt good to dominate this being, to show Him who was boss. It might possess him, but it wouldn't come free anymore, it was going to be on Denton's terms. When the orgasm hit, He was still fighting. Denton only took a moment to catch his breath, before going back to fucking this God, his God. A few minutes later the being shuddered under him. "Oh, you like that, don't you? You want us to think you're all big and strong, but in reality you're just a slut looking for a cock to fill your ass, aren't you?" The being tried to get out from under Denton, but he wouldn't let that happen. "Fight all you want, but you're mine. I'm going to fuck you until I decide I've had enough, and there isn't a thing you can do about it, you hear me? you're at my mercy." Throughout all that, He fought, and Denton fucked him. Their second orgasm hit at the same time. Denton had a third and a fourth before the God had another. After that Denton managed to flip Him on His back, and with those large legs over his shoulder, and that thick cock flapping on His stomach, Denton went back to fucking Him, looking into the empty socket, and feeling the submission. This God knew his place now. He was Denton's. Denton's grin became feral as he fucked him, orgasm after orgasm. He no longer cared if the God had any, this was all about him now. At some point he'd closed his eyes, simply happy to let the sensations flow over him, both his pleasure, and the God's discomfort. Then he felt a soft hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes, to look into golden ones. He stopped moving, but his father smiled at him and with a thrust of the hips encouraged him to keep going. When he did, Denton was gentler. He looked at his father's body. He had been a little more muscular, but he also had a beer gut. his cock was a little smaller than Denton's maybe six inch. Denton took it in his hands, and strokes it. He couldn't believe how hot his father's cock was. They looked into each other's eyes and his father tensed. Denton panicked for a moment, considering stopping, he didn't want him to cum and then disappear. He wanted to have him for longer. But by the time he had his debate, his father arced his back and cum jetted from his cock. He relaxed and panted, smiling at Denton. He didn't show any signs of vanishing. Denton's hand was covered with cum. he smelled it and then licked it. It was salty, and musky. He thought it tasted a little like his own, but with its own distinct characteristic. When his hand was cleaned his father smiled and indicated they needed to continue. Denton shook his head. His father smiled and tightened his ass on his cock. Crying Denton made love to his father. He didn't know if that was the God's way to get him to be gentler with him, or a reward. All he knew was that he again got to share something special with his father, and that this would be the last time. After this, he would never see him again. It was his one chance to say goodbye. He poured all his emotions in the act. He tried to hold on to his father as his orgasm neared. He didn't try to postpone it, this was out of his hands now, all he could do what make sure that he father would know, without a doubt that he loved him. Denton screamed his orgasm, and then he wasn't holding anyone. He looked down, then up, to see a cougar, a lion, an armadillo and otter in the doorway, staring at him, stunned expression on their face. Everyone was silent for a long time, Then Colby said. "Gonna have to watch my ass now."
  7. Kindar

    Chapter 15

    Denton had no idea how often, or how long he'd been fucked. He wasn't even sure when it had ended. He knew he was still lying on the altar, his stomach and chest was gummy from the cum, and his ass was leaking. Other than that, his mind couldn't process anything. He was buzzing, and had a goofy grin on his face.was gummy from the cum, and his ass was leaking. Other than that, his mind couldn't process anything. He was buzzing, and had a goofy grin on his face. There was motion around him, then hands grabbing him. He was pulled up. Someone talked, but the words were meaningless. Somewhere at the back of his mind, he noted the room was dark again. When had that happened? They pulled him to the hallway, where there was light, and the people holding him up resolved into blotches of tan colors. Denton tried to help them, but his legs were putty, so he was just along for the ride. They passed the room with the opened cabinets, and he thought he should tell them something about it, but he didn't know what. They went up the stairs, then up some more. On the second they had to shift him and his face fell against the chest. He moaned as the smell of men and sex filled his nostrils. They turned into a room, and he saw a bed. He couldn't quite recall what a bed was, but he knew what it was used for. He forced his legs under himself, and pushed one of the men on the bed. Then he climbed over him until he was straddling his crotch. He was already hard and all Denton had to do was sit down, and moan as the cock entered him. The man didn't need more prompting, and started doing all the work. * * * * * Denton yawned, feeling a lot more awake he had any right to feel considering the night he had just spent. Part of it bothered him, but the fact he wasn't anymore bothered by it worried him. He extricated himself from between Martin and Maximilian. He'd deal with the fact he'd slept with father and son later. Right now he needed a shower. He set the water to hotter than normal. He needed a sense of what was real, and the almost burning water provided him with that. If he remembered correctly, he'd had been fucked multiple times by a God, and through Him had had the opportunity to have sex with his father. He should be freaking out right now. Instead, while he wasn't sure how he felt about having had sex with his own dead father, the fact that it was impossible for that to have happened didn't bother him. He washed himself thoroughly while he tried to grasp how reality could have shifted from under him like that. He was a cop, a detective. He saw the world based on facts, with a bit of intuition based on years of experience. It was a fact he'd been fucked, a lot, through the night. The way his ass felt left no doubt of that, but had he really had sex with a God? with his dead father? Every part of his body screamed, yes! He could come up with reasons for that to be wrong, he could have been drugged. Maximilian had said he needed to go through that, it could have been him under that headdress, with the drugs causing the hallucination of his father. His mind rebelled at that thought. He desperately wanted it to have been true. He fought back tears, and rinsed off. Once dried he looked through the dresser, and found a pair of running shorts. He looked at the father and son, who had closed the gap between them. Maximilian was thrusting in his sleep, and while part of his mind felt that was wrong, another had a pang at the thought he'd never get experience to that again himself. The clock on the kitchen said it was almost seven. The house was still silent. Denton found the coffee, and coffee machine and got a carafe going. While he stood before it, he heard someone pad in the room. A moment later golden arms were wrapped around his chest. Denton sighed. He liked being hugged, and hugging back. Physical contact was alway pleasurable. "Seems someone got lucky during the night," someone whispered in his ear. He was then slowly thrusting against him. Denton tried to tell him to stop, but nothing came out. A hand pushed his shorts down. He tried to tell him he was a top, he didn't bottom. The cock entered him slowly, stretching him slightly, and the moan that escaped Denton's muzzle put the lie to him being only a top. His body wanted this, it craved this. He melted against the lion who took his time thrusting. "I knew you'd get to like this." Hands roamed his chest. "I don't think I'm being given much choice in the matter, Fred," Denton replied, but there was no anger in the words. The lion nipped his ear, which sent a shiver down Denton's back. He'd done the same to many guys, but this was his first time on the receiving end. "Wrong brother." Denton looked behind him. he couldn't tell them apart, but he could see he had a full back of fur. "Frank?" He nodded languidly. Denton just enjoyed the motion for a long moment. "I thought you didn't like having sex with anyone but your brother." He gasped as a hand grasped his cock and stroked it. "The boss man reminded me there's more important things going on than what I prefer." He thrust to Denton's moaning for a time. "And I'm so filled with energy I thought I should share it with you." Denton's reply was a grunt, then was cumming. Frank didn't last much longer, and Denton was filled again. They remained like that, Frank in him and holding him. "How did you know what happened?" Denton asked. A hand was presented to him, he smelled the cum on it, and he licked it clean. "I don't know *what* happened, but whatever it was filled the house with lust. Me and Fred didn't stop fucking until maybe thirty minutes ago. So, what did happen?" "I'm not sure," Denton said, not wanting to talk about it right now. "Well, I'm happy it did, I've wanted to fuck you since Stefan brought you here." Frank slowly pulled out. Denton turned and looked the lion over. "You're fully healed?" "Yeah, they others helped speed things up a lot." "So, having sex with them made you heal faster?" Frank nodded. "Helped refill the batteries, if you will. Although they over did it, I'm over charged. I could probably heal anything right now." Frank pulled him close and kissed him. "You taste pretty good. I'm going to have to blow you at some point." "Not now?" "No, right now I'm craving coffee." He reached over Denton for two cups and filled them. He then took out he sugar, and opened the fridge. he bent down to take the milk out. Denton watched that naked ass with a smile, then frowned as he looked down at his soft cock. "What wrong?" Frank asked, standing. "You have a great ass." "Thanks." "So why didn't I get hard watching it?" "Because what you went through this morning was the Ceremony of Possession," Maximilian said entering the kitchen. he too was naked. "Wait, he went through the ceremony? which whom?" Frank asked. "There wasn't enough of us here to do it." "He did it." Frank stared at Maximilian for a moment, then his eyes went wide. "The God did the ceremony?" He looked at Denton, amazed. "I thought you said there was supposed to be thirteen guys there," Denton said, not looking at Frank. "Yes, that's how the ceremony is setup, but it's His ceremony, he can do it anyway he wants. How often did he fuck you?" Denton shrugged. "I lost track after the sixth." "I'm willing to bet he fucked you thirteen times." "Okay, so what does that have to do with me not getting hard seeing Frank's ass?" "The ceremony of Possession takes place on the fourteenth birthday. After that all you do is bottom, because the God has to be the first one you'll take on your eighteen birthday." "You have got to be kidding me. You're telling me that I'm not going to be able to top again until I go through that other ceremony? What are my friends going to say?" "Nothing. you're not going to be seeing them, remember?" That dampened Denton's anger. "Well, the God's in for a surprise. He isn't going to be my first. I fucked my first guy when I was sixteen." "Yes, well, while we do adhere to the protocol, it's mostly symbolic. Now that you've gone through this ceremony, you're not going to top until the next one. The fact that you can't even get hard at the thought of it, probably means He doesn't want to take a chance that you'll do in the meantime." "Great," Denton whispered, "that's just great." "Hey," Frank said, passing a cup to Maximilian, "Don't worry, you seem to be enjoying being fucked." "Yeah, I do," Denton said with annoyance. "It's just that it feels like I don't have a say in the matter. It's like I have this hunger to be fucked." Maximilian hugged him. "Don't let it worry you Dent. I'm going to start making calls, it shouldn't be more than a few days until we're ready for the next ceremony." For the rest of the day everyone seemed to delight in finding Denton in the most compromising position and fucking him there. He tried to take it in the spirits it was meant. the guys loved to fuck as much as he did, and he was fresh meat, but it got annoying once he decided to clean up the records room, and he couldn't bend down to pick up a folder without ending up with a cock up his ass.
  8. Kindar

    Chapter 14

    Denton shifted to his back, again. He picked up his watch, two thirty AM. He'd been tossing and turning since lying down after Stefan left. He'd expected to fall asleep immediately after the stress of the day. And he was tired, his body was sore, his mind molasses. So why wasn't he able to sleep. He put the watch back on the bed side table and closed his eyes, and tried to sleep again. His horniness didn't help. His hardon demanded attention he wouldn't give it. Jerking off in this house felt too much like accepting what he'd been told. He wasn't use to not obeying his cock, but he could manage it, he was certain. he'd never had to deal with insomnia before, but he told himself that unless the house caught on fire, he wasn't opening his eyes or getting out of the bed until the sun was up. At least he'd get a couple hours of sleep. That didn't work. Three AM, according to his watch, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed, maybe if he walked around he could tire himself and then sleep. If not, he'd have to give in and jerk off. He certainly wasn't going to go to one of them for release. He didn't bother putting anything on before leaving the room. He couldn't see anyone in this household complaining about him being naked. The house was eerily quiet, none of the creaking and groaning of a house he'd come to expect after years of living at his apartment. No electrical buzz. He felt like he was in a dream. Could he be asleep? Was this 'walk' a dream? It certainly wasn't like his usual dreams. No naked guys, no moaning, groaning, or the occasional gun shot. no, he was awake, it was just his brain that was muddled by not sleeping. He went down the stairs, the kitchen, maybe? Warm milk helped him sleep when he was a kid. It could do it again. Instead of heading to the kitchen, he turned in the opposite direction. He opened the door going to the basement. He wasn't sure why he was going there, but in his state, his subconscious was probably guiding him to something it had noticed. Down the stairs, and stopped in front of the first door, he looked into the records room, where Leroy and Oscar had been attacked. It was still a mess, folders strewed over the floor. Someone should clean that up, and figure out which files were missing. There was no reasons for Shirley to have done that unless he was trying to hide what he'd taken. He could do that now, it would occupy his body and his mind. Instead he moved further down the hallway, pass closed door. He wondered what was behind them, but didn't stop. he kept walking until he was at the last one on his left. He opened it, and wasn't surprised at the scent of dried cum that came from it. He must have caught a whiff of it the last time he was down here, faint enough it hadn't registered. The room wasn't lit, and it didn't seem to have light switch. In the faint light of the hallway he could make out the stone block in the center, the altar, and a pillar candle against the wall to his left. He caught a darker shape in the opposing corner, and entered the room. He was at the altar when he realized the room was pitch black. Looking back, the door was closed. He turned to open it again, he'd find something to prop it open. One after the other the candles lit, thirteen of them, around the room, against the stone wall. In the shimmering light, he could make out symbols on the wall, and that dark shape in the corner, some sort of headdress on a coat stand. Probably the thing Maximilian claimed his father had worn during the ceremony. It occurred to Denton the candles were real, as were the flames. He was dreaming after all. Motion in his peripheral vision made him turn. The headdress was looking at him. A large skull like things, with horns, antlers, he noticed as it moved closer. Denton tried to take a step back, but the altar blocked him. he looked at it, not remembering moving to this side of it. Looking around he couldn't tell where the door was. The headdress was more now, still halfway to him, he could see a body under it. something large, muscular, with short fur. it had fangs now, something long, from the top part of its jaw going down at least four inches below the bottom jaw. A hunger came from it, no, him, Denton noticed at a hard cock came into view, at least a foot long, a thick as a beer can. Heaving balls swung between his legs. Denton looked up at him, realizing what he wanted to do, and their eyes met. his golden ones to the things empty sockets. there was an intelligence in that void, a will, the hunger he'd felt. Denton tried to move, jump over the altar, but his body wouldn't respond. that empty daze held him in place, as he got closer and closer. The being was at least eight feel tall. he radiated masculinity, power, lust. When the being stopped, their cocks were touching. Denton couldn't look down, he couldn't break the gaze, but he knew his seven inch would look insignificant next to this being's majesty. Denton swallowed. "No," he rasped, the sound barely audible against his beating heart. MINE was the response. "No." He tried to make his refusal more forceful, but it was barely a whisper. MINE! he repeated, but this time Denton realized it wasn't a word. It was sense. A sense of ownership. of being his, of being his blood, his seed, his child. A meaty hand pressed against his chest, and Denton found himself on his back on the altar. His legs were grabbed and lifted. He was able to look down, and the enormous cock jutted between his raised legs. For a moment he could swear it was his, and he felt its power as his. Then the illusion was broken as it moved out of view, and then he felt it pressing between his cheeks. The being before him couldn't be real. This had to be a dream, conjured by what they others had told him and his own horniness. This couldn't be what he seemed to be. REAL, it projected, and pushed. Denton gritted his teeth, he wasn't going to cry out. He wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. The sensation of his ass being stretched felt wrong to Denton, and yet, a sense of rightness wrapped itself around him. a sense of something that had been denied too long, of his owner finally claiming him. A groan escaped his clenched teeth as he felt that cock reached further inside him he thought could be physically possible. Heavy balls pressed against his, and a wave of satisfaction flowed through him. He opened his eyes and those empty sockets looked back at him with... tenderness? slowly their emptiness was replaced by golden eyes, and yellow fur became visible, with black spots. A cheetah's face formed in place of the skull, one that looked at him with love. "Dad?" Denton asked, eyes wet. The cheetah looking down at him smiled. A hand reached for his cheek. It was no longer meaty, but slender, covered with yellow spotted fur and dull claws. The touch was gentle, and evoked a sense of familiarity. The cheetah said something, but no words came out. instead a sense of love flowed through Denton. and he wrapped his arms around his father. The man whose face he hadn't been able to recall until now. The man who had given his life so Denton could have a chance at one. When the cheetah started moving over him Denton welcomed it. He welcomed the demonstration of his father's love. Denton moaned for both of them as his father made love to him. He held him close. He wrapped his legs around him to encourage him to thrust deeper. And Denton Screamed his pleasure. His father went faster, thrust deeper, until he tensed, opened his mouth in a silent scream. Denton felt his father fill him, and he scream too as the orgasm hit. He buried his face in his father's fur, and for a moment he could smell him, the soap he used to wash after coming home from work, and the earthy sent it never could quite wash away. Then the fur was gone. The scent was good. he looked up, and his father was gone. He looked into those empty sockets, and he understood. This being, this god had granted him a gift. A chance to experience his father in a way so few people got to do. Denton cried more, but he nodded. He held on to the God as He claimed him, over and over.
  9. Robert Alexander doesn't have time to find himself a wife and make a kid. For one thing, he has no interest in women of any species. For a second he's far too busy running his company and testing the product his secret lab comes up with on unsuspected men to waste time raising a child. His solution? get one made. Doctor Absalon is the best Tiranis has to offer, if not totally sane, so Robert has him make a clone to be his son. And now, Robert needs to participate in a sensitive part of his training. WARNING: WHILE THIS EXCERPT ONLY CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE, THE STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEX This excerpt is about 1000 words of a 7000 words story, about half of which is sex. If you wish to read the rest you can become a supporter at the 1$ level here: https://www.patreon.com/kindar ------ "How is he progressing?" Robert asked as the doctor led him deeper within the complex. "He is coming along nicely. The body has been matured to eighteen years of age, as you requested. Mentally we've installed all the under pining for the body to function, as well as the skills and knowledge you want him to have, but his personality is still mostly a blank. We are still building it, as well as his life history based on what you provided us." "Then why did you request I come?" Robert asked, keeping the wariness out of his voice. Absalon seemed sane at the moment, but there was no way to know what he might be planning. "You indicated that in his past you and him have already had sex together. I need you here so we can map out his physical responses to sex." "I thought you had a bunch of those already pre-recorded." "I do." The doctor smiled. "Some excellent ones, if I do say so myself. And if all you wanted was some sex toy to keep you company, to play with. I would have given him those and you wouldn't have had any reasons to complain, but you have tasked me with creating a complete being, not just a doll. If it had been anyone but you, Mister Alexander, I might have done it anyway. Most men simply don't care enough about the quality of their partner, but you have exacting standards. For you to be satisfied with my work, I need to get real reactions from him." They entered a changing room. "He's through that door. He's currently in sleep mode and will awaken when you touch him." "What do you need me to do?" The doctor shrugged, his tone casual. "Everything; sucking, fucking, caressing, kissing. If it is something that is part of the history, it's best if you do it to him, it will ensure it feels more real when he remembers it, and it will allow us to provide him with a wider variety in his sexual history since you also indicated he has had sex with other men than you. All that will serve as the ground work so that the next time you have sex with him for the first time, it will be a more genuine experience." Robert took off his jacket, then rolled the gold and burgundy tie, placing it on the shelf before unbuttoning the shirt, considering what the doctor had said. "Is he going to resist on anything?" The doctor had turned his back to him. "No, he's currently programmed with a general acquiescence, as well as affection for you. You could tell him to throw himself off the roof of your company's building, and he wouldn't hesitate to do it." Robert silently bared his teeth at the doctor's back at the implication he might ever consider doing something to hurt the person on the other side of that door. "If you can manage to be emotionally involved during the acts, that would also be helpful," Absalon added. The lion stared at the back in shock. How did he even have to ask that? It was his legacy behind the door, there was no way he could *not* be emotionally involved while making love to him. He put the annoyance at the doctor out of his mind, taking off the shirt and folding it before placing it on the locker's shelf next to the tie. "How fast is he going to recuperate?" "What do you mean?" "Once he cums, how long until he's able to get hard again?" The human shrugged. "He's your clone, you tell me. You didn't request any changes to that aspect of his physiology, so he will be like you. Actually, please keep that information to yourself. I don't care to know it." The doctor left Robert to finish undressing. He thought it over as he took off his shoes and socks. At eighteen he'd been a horndog, fucking every guy that was willing, and convincing those who weren't certain to give him a try. His pants came off. He folded them and put them on top of his shirt. Back then he had a decent stamina and recuperative ability. Nothing like what he had now, but still very respectable compared to the kids his age. He stood, feeling his cock stiffening and smiled. He was going to be here for a good long while. The door opened as he stepped to it and cool sterile air flowed out. The room matched the air, spartan, lifeless. Considering what he was going to do there the doctor could have spruced it up a little. Added some colors, thrown in sort music, but no, the only thing in the room was the bed, with his younger clone lying on it. At least the lighting was soft. Robert looked at the body on the bed; his son. He looked much like he had at that age, but not as muscular. His son didn't have the harsh youth Robert had had to endure, so he didn't need to bulk up as a defense. Robert sat on the bed, next to his son and studied his face. It was strong and calm in sleep, surrounded by the beginning of a mane. Robert wondered if this state was actual sleep. Would his son's memories include dreams he's had? He'd have to check with Absalon after this. He placed a hand on his son's arm and the boy opened his eyes. He looked around for a moment, eyes unfocused before settling on Robert and smiling. "Hey kiddo, how are you feeling?" "I'm good, now that you're here." His son's voice was higher than Robert remembered his being. "I missed you." He placed a hand on Robert's thigh.

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