**Chapter I**
She didn’t know it yet, but she was already dead.
“Are you guys sure you’re going to be OK?” said Frannie, tossing her giant suitcase onto the check-in counter.
“We’ll be fine,,” said John. “You’re only gonna be gone for two weeks. I’m sure we won’t burn down the house.”
No we wouldn’t burn down the house, but we were definitely going to set it on fire. With a lot of heat, a lot of steam, and a shit ton of hot sex.
“John and I will be fine,” I assured. “Enjoy China and bring me back something cool, OK?”
Her eyes welled up with emotion. In just four months, I already had her eating out of my hands, believing whatever the hell I wanted her to believe. This was going better than I expected. There was no wrong I could do. No sin I could commit to make her doubt my *love* for them. Shit, I could’ve fucked John right in front of her, and she’d probably still think I was an angel. But I didn’t want to risk that just yet. Not quite yet. There were still a lot of things about me I had to re-remember and I couldn’t be stupid like that.
“I sure will!” said Frannie, kissing me on the forehead.
*Eating right out of my hands.*
She collected her ID from the service desk and gave John one last hug, then disappeared into the crowd of people waiting in the security line. Even in her late thirties, she still looked so young—with dark brown hair and fair skin—amid her grey haired co-workers. But that would change soon enough. Since women weren’t as useful to me as men, with their high estrogen levels and lower muscle mass, they best served as a life essence cocktail more than anything sustaining.
“Ready to go?” said John.
His blue eyes glimmered beneath the sunlight spilling through the large airport windows, with every strand of his lightly graying hair twinkling as his head moved. Damn he was delicious. In so many ways.
“Yeah,” I said.
We trotted off through the landscape of blue carpet, heavy traffic, and cement structures until we finally got to where John parked his black Audi. With the flick of his thumb, the doors unlocked and we climbed into the warm, black leather seats.
I was still surprised when my knees bumped up against the dashboard as I buckled myself in. When I first climbed into this car those many months ago, I felt like a small child sitting in a grown-up’s chair. Of course, this was before that spectacular first night, and the many subsequent nights after that. Since then, I’d been going through a pretty heavy growth spurt—jumping up to nearly six foot—and broadening out from thin and boney to lean and muscled. Granted, I was still nowhere near John’s thickness and height, but I’d grown enough to be noticed by several people around the neighborhood.
“You really shot up fast,” said john, noticing that I was still staring at my knees.
“Yeah, I did,” I said. “I guess I just needed some encouragement.”
He smiled, stuck the key into the ignition, and revved up the engine.
“With Frannie gone for a while, I can finally sound like that when you stick it in me,” I said.
His big hands floated away from the ignition and landed against my inner thigh. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”
After a few swift strokes that got my blood pumping, he finally gripped the shifter and put the car in motion. The engine roared as it burned through the twists and turns of the cement parking garage; gas, brake, crank the wheel, gas it again. John’s masterful hands and swift reflexes always worked wonders in whatever he did. He was so aggressive and confident. Just like when he fucked me. And I loved it. Granted, I was only using him to feed, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy it.
Within minutes, we found ourselves speeding along the open freeway, jamming to classic rock—John’s favorite—with just one destination in mind. Home. My thoughts drifted to all the dirty, nasty, wonderful ecstasies we would engage in. This was the first time since my awakening that we had the house to ourselves, without worry or concern that Frannie might walk in on us, or that we’d be too loud. She nearly discovered us several times too when we were fucking in basement, in the gym, under the guise of *working out*. Thankfully we’d always blare the music so loud that she couldn’t hear us. and I was always quick enough to make her forget why she came down if she happen to stumble close.
But it was just a matter of time before that wasn’t a problem anymore. I’d grown so annoyed by her accidental interruptions that several weeks ago, I started draining her life essence a little more rigorously than normal—probably more than I should’ve to remain inconspicuous. Regardless, by the middle of next week, she should collapse from exhaustion and if all went as planned, likely die of a heart attack. At minimum, she’d go into a coma. Whichever way didn’t matter. So long as she was gone.
Then it would just be John and me. I could have him walk around the house—completely naked—and I could enjoy his amazing physique all day long, sampling is manliness whenever I wanted to. The thought of that made me *hot and bothered*.
“Hey John?” I said.
“Yeah,” said John.
“Could you unbutton your pants?”
Without question, he unbuttoned his pair of blue jeans. I leaned over, tucked my left arm beneath his baby blue polo, and rubbed his well-defined abs. Every ridge and muscled fold bounced off my palm as his breath quickened. It was so warm and so solid.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
“I do.”
My hand dug downward, past his designer boxer briefs, and found itself at the base of the monstrosity that lived between his legs. Nine inches of unbridled manliness, steadily growing, pulsing, twitching. My fingers crawled through the soft and finely groomed hairs that blanketed the surrounding skin, until it met with the rumbling beast. I gripped its neck and squeezed.
He inhaled with several sharp gasps and exhaled. “Be careful. When you unleash the beast, it’s not going back.”
I smirked and slowly stroked the thick, veiny neck, which barely fit into my palm. It was so huge. I sometimes found myself baffled at how I was able to take the entire thing inside of me. But, it felt good inside of me. So good.
Back and forth my hand stroked, crawling ever closer to the head of the monster, and with each glide, his breathing quickened.
“I love how you feel,” I said.
“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna take a detour and spank you with it.”
“Stop threatening me and do it.
I unbuckled my seat belt, leaned over, and unzipped his pants. With a swift jerk, I pried his cock loose from its fabric prison. Glorious and tall, it stood there in my palms. The perfect specimen of unending pleasure. Soft, firm, pulsing with ravenous life. I stuck its fleshy, pink head into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around it. Over and over I licked it, like a hot and living Popsicle.
“Alright,” said John. “You’re in trouble now.”
The vehicle swerved into an exit lane which took us into an old, seemingly abandoned rest area. There were still bathrooms of course, though the graffiti and busted vending machines confessed that few used it anymore, except possibly for quickies and glory hole excursions. However, at the far end, there was a small asphalt driveway that led into a wooded area—an old maintenance route possibly. It would offer the seclusion and privacy we needed, away from the prying eyes of would-be passerbys. As John drove toward it and navigated down the beat up road, I wondered how he stumbled upon this little gem. And what other naughty stuff he might have done here. I would have to remember this place for later when I got my driver’s license.
With a sudden jolt, the car stopped and the engine turned off.
“Get out,” he said.
I opened the door and stepped out, although I left the door propped open. He crawled into the passenger seat, pushed the seat away from the dashboard, as far as it could go, and then lowered the back to about a 45 degree angle.
“Get in,” he said.
I slipped back in, this time sitting on top of him, and he closed the door. From behind me, large hands peeled my shirt right off, and stripped off my pants; belt, underwear and all. It happened so fast, I didn’t even have time to enjoy it.
“Are you going to spank me now, daddy?” I said, rubbing my backside against him.
“Daddy’s going to spank you real hard.” His hand smacked my bare ass with a lout slap.
“I love it when spank me. Harder. Do it harder.“ I leaned against his body and arched my back in preparation of what was going to come next.
“You think it’s fun playing with daddy’s cock while he’s driving?” said John, serious and firm. His breath blew hot against my ear and he slapped my ass again.
“Oh yeah, daddy.” I moaned.
His arm reached around me, and caressed my stomach and chest, ending with a sharp pinch against my nipple. I flinched and exhaled.
“You just couldn’t wait until we got home,” John scolded. “You just wanted daddy’s cock so badly, didn’t you?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“You naughty, little boy, you.”
“I’m naughty.”
He nibbled on my ear and slapped my ass again. “Say you want daddy’s cock.”
“I want your cock, daddy.”
“Say you love daddy’s cock.”
“I love your cock, daddy.”
“Say you want me inside of you.”
“I want you inside of me.”
His hand gripped my dick and stroked it. Up and down. Up and down.
“How badly do you want me?” he said.
“I want you, daddy. I need you.”
“How badly?”
“I need you badly.”
“Beg me for it.”
“I need your cock, daddy. Please give it to me. Please.”
With one hand, he stroked my dick and massaged my balls, and with the other, he continued to slap my ass raw. It felt so good in his rough, strong fingers. So careless and angry. So firm and aggressive.
“I love it when you do that, daddy,” I said.
“Yeah, you like that?”
“I do, daddy.”
“And what else do you want?”
“I want your cock, daddy. Give it to me.”
“You’re gonna have to be a good boy if you want daddy’s cock.”
“I’ll be a good boy, daddy. Anything you want.”
“Yeah, anything?”
“Anything. Just give me your cock. I want it.”
His wet, spongy tongue glided along my jaw line and plunged itself into my mouth, followed by his soft and powerful lips. They hugged and tugged at mine, suckling, biting, licking. The breaths he breathed were the breaths I took and the warmth of his lungs filled my own.
And then I felt it. The soft tip of his cock, piercing through the first gate of my hole. My man pussy. Inching forward, stretching, invading, pushing through. Forcing itself inside me.
“You’re so big, daddy,” I whimpered.
“Louder.”
“Give it to me!”
“Louder!”
“Yes. More, daddy!”
He moaned as the last little bit of his cock disappeared inside of me, and then he began to pump. I felt every strain and movement of his muscles against my back, every rise and fall of his hips, every inch of him slide out and then back in. It hurt and it felt amazing.
“You’re so big, daddy. It hurts.”
“Yeah, does it hurt?”
“It hurts so good.”
His hips swiftly dropped and then rammed against my butt cheeks with a harsh slap. The force was so strong I felt it throb inside my chest.
“Oh, daddy.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
He did it again. The sensation rippled through every part of me, as if he were burrowing himself into me. It felt so good.
Then he rammed me again. And again, and again. Over and over, with the same harsh force. Grunting with each swift pound.
“You’re hurting me, daddy,” I whimpered. “Please don’t stop hurting me. I promise I’ll be a good boy.”
Again and again he forced himself into me, bouncing my body against the endless strands of this thick muscles, until I found myself sliding against his sweat.
“Daddy’s gotta punish you for playing with his cock while he was driving,” said John through gritted teeth.
“Yes, punish me, daddy.”
“This is what you get when you don’t listen.”
“Punish me till I’m a good boy.”
“Yeah, daddy’s gonna teach you to be a good boy.”
“Yes, daddy. Teach me. Teach me!”
His hand stroked my nipple, wrapped itself around my neck, and squeezed, nearly choking me. And still he pounded me. Relentlessly. It took all I had just brace myself against the roof of the car and his arms, so that my head wouldn’t hit the top.
Just as my lungs began to beg for air, he released his hand and covered my mouth with his, flooding me with the heat of his breath. Inside and out, I felt him. Pushing against me, forcing himself into me, filling me with everything that was him.
“Fill my hole, daddy. Fill me with you.”
Grunt after grunt, thrust after thrust, he forced himself into me—deeper into me—until his fierce and excited growls exploded. I loved that feeling when he came, the warm squirt against the walls of my insides, the gentle lubrication as it oozed out along the edges. It was the drink I always longed for. That one I couldn’t get enough of.
But I always made sure that not a dropped escaped me, because I needed his cum to survive. At first, taking in just a load or two every few days was enough, but now, I needed more. A lot more. Probably more than he could provide alone. We were already fucking two times a day. Some days three. But it still wasn’t enough.
“Cum for me,” he whispered, rubbing my dick with his fingers. “Cum for me, boy.”
I was already so excited that it didn’t take long for my dick to spew out its rich, white cum. It spurted out into his hand, and onto my chest and stomach. It felt so good. So good to release that excitement, but something was different now. The sensation was different. I could almost hear my thoughts inside the liquid as it dripped down my torso, voices that told me my cum was now different. I glided my fingers across the white slime, collecting a nice sampling of it on my hand, and held it up to John’s mouth.
“Eat it,” I said.
He cupped my fingers with his lips, and sucked and licked every amount off like it was candy. Then I felt it, inside my head. My cum was working inside of him, changing him, altering his body fluids. It multiplied so quickly that within seconds, I could sense that every drop of liquid inside of him—his sweat, his blood, his spit—they all carried my influence like a virus. If he so much as came in contact with another suitable host, they would be compelled to come visit me. Compelled to want me.
Stroke after stroke, his hands gathered up as much my cum as he could and he shoveled it into his mouth.
“That’s plenty, John,” I said.
It was amazing what John had become. He hadn’t lost any of his personality, his memory, or his quirks, and yet he obeyed my every whim. Without hesitation, without question. He was my own personal sex slave, my own personal cum stock, and now, my own personal man trap. What a prize he was.
I opened the door, got out, and slipped my pants back on.
“Could you hand me my shirt?” I said.
He reached into the back seat where he’d thrown it and handed it to me. As I slipped it on, he was also pulling up and zipping his pants, as well as maneuvering back to the driver’s seat.
After I was fully clothed, I hopped back in and closed the door. And not a moment too soon, either. Just as the door slammed shut, red and blue lights begin flashing behind us. It was a cop car. We’d been found, though I wasn’t sure if he actually saw what we were doing. My stomach sank with anxiousness. Killing a cop wasn’t the way to be inconspicuous. In fact, it was a great way to get discovered. So instead, I just hoped he’d be a suitable host. My gut said it was always smarter to stake out my hosts first rather than turn someone on a whim, because you never knew what they could actually be. I mean…look at me. There had to be others like me too. So I had to stay discrete, but I would do whatever it took to survive.
His patrol car sat behind us for a moment, likely taking down our license plate, and then he finally emerged. To my delight, his well-kept body filled out every inch of his tight uniform. And those ham hocks for thighs! They looked so delicious in his tan, uniform pants. Even though I’d already spurted today, I still felt a hard on coming on. Damn I loved men in uniforms.
I couldn’t see his eyes past the aviators, but his chiseled jaw, firm chin, and rippling biceps were enough to convince me that he’d be a suitable host. More than suitable. All I had to do now was get him to touch my or John’s hand, and the compulsion would set in.
He walked over and tapped on the driver’s side window. With the press of John’s finger, the window rolled down.
“License, registration, and proof of insurance please,” he said. His voice was low and firm, resonating with such authority and command.
John pulled out his license from his wallet and reached over to the glove compartment for the rest of the information requested. As he handed the documents to the cop, his index finger glided against the cop’s bottom fingers. That would be enough for the process to start, but it would set in faster if he at least touched him one to two more times.
“You two mind telling me what you’re doing here?” he asked.
One of the benefits of being able to control John was that I was able to influence his thoughts and plant whatever I wanted into him. No need to worry about corroboration of story or explaining anything. He would speak whatever it was that I wanted him to speak.
“I’m sorry officer,” said John. “My kid here had a panic attack on the freeway and I needed to get him somewhere quiet. He tends to calm down if he’s surrounded by woods, so thankfully we were able to find this place.”
The cop eyed him and looked over at me.
“Is that true?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry. It’s my fault we’re here.”
He studied me carefully, looked back at John, and then looked at me again.
“You two don’t look like father and son,” he said.
“I’m his foster parent,” said John.
“You got some ID kid?” said the cop.
I reached into my wallet, pulled out my student ID, and handed it to John, who in turn handed it to the cop, making sure to touch the cops hand again.
“Alright, wait here,” said the cop.
I watched as he turned around and walked back toward his squad car. Those damn delicious thighs wrapped in silky fabric and his firm, round ass barely shook as he stepped.
“I want him,” I whispered.
“We’ll get him,” said John.
Over the course of the next several minutes, the effects of John’s touch began to set in, and I could sense the cop’s thoughts. He had just turned 34 several months ago, had a wife and two kids, plus a mistress that he’d been sleeping with for the past six months. He also liked to throw his weight around as the dominant alpha male that he considered himself to be. I knew he was going to be fun, but this exceeded my expectations.
After several more minutes, the cop returned with a slip of paper and our documents.
“Ok gentlemen,” he said. “I’m just going to let you off with a warning. Technically, this is a maintenance road for service vehicles only. You shouldn’t be here. Also, a lot of queers use this spot for who knows what, so I recommend that you don’t come back here for any reason. Understand?”
“Understood officer,” said John.
“Thank you officer,” I said. “By the way, what’s your name?”
He paused for a moment before answering. “Officer Scott Bloom.”
“Thank you Officer Bloom. I’m Josh.”
He nodded nonchalantly, returned to his patrol car, and reversed out of the short asphalt road.
“We should see him later tonight,” I said. “Let’s go home.”
John revved up the engine, put the car into reverse, and backed out until we hit the parking lot again. As we drove around toward the exit, the same patrol car came up, but this time, circled around to the passenger side. My side. Both vehicles came to a halt and we both rolled down our windows.
“Everything OK officer?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, though I could sense the arousal and longing begin to set in. “I-I just wanted to make sure you’d be OK getting back on the highway.”
Which was a lie. He wanted to speak with me again. He wanted to look at my face again. I felt it.
“I think I should be good now,” I said. “Thanks for the concern.”
“Well, you take care of yourself.” He extended his hand out for a handshake, and I took it. As we touched, I felt his heartbeat quicken, though he tried to fight it. His mind was confused as to why he was feeling the way he was, but one thing was clear. He really wanted to see me again. He wanted to be with me. And he wanted to ram himself inside of me.
I smiled, retracted my hand, and closed the window. “Tonight’s going to be fun.”
The patrol car took off toward the exit and we followed.
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