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Building a Family -- Chapter 4
by Anonymous
Normal warning. This story includes episodes of sexual activity and other intimate acts between and among adult males. If you are not of legal age, do not read it._____________________________
The reader will no doubt be interested in what happened during the night after Jason had finally achieved his goal of claiming Rick and his body. Of course, the two fell asleep intertwined, one dark leg on top of one light leg, one dark arm, around one light chest. Rick slept the entire night through, with nary a concern. Jason, however, understood that this was the time to make his control permanent. While Rick was obviously in a very relaxed state while he slept, Jason knew he could use this to his advantage.
And so, three, perhaps it was four times, during the night, Jason awoke himself to continue the work that needed to be done. While Rick slept, Jason took him down the stairs and each time he reached the 10th step feeling so calm, so relaxed, so obedient even in his sleep, Jason would speak softly to him.
“Boy, you will listen and you will learn. I am going to teach you things you have not known before but which are true, nonetheless. You already know that you can trust me, don’t you?”
Rick, in his slumber, would grunt his agreement.
“And you know you want to -- no you need to! -- obey me, don’t you?”
Another grunt. Rick’s deepest mind understood.
“And you know that you can – no, you need! – to give me pleasure. And you know that I can – and you want me to! – give you pleasure.”
Rick’s subconscious assented again.
“You now know that not only do you need to trust and obey me, but you must do so for your own sake, for your own protection. You will remember as we grew up that you never were very good at making decisions, at knowing what as the best thing to do or say or think. I always did that for you. Do you recall that Rick?”
Grunt.
“It is still the same. Your body may have grown up and you may have gone to college, but your mind is still a nine year hold’s mind. You don’t think very clearly. You can’t think very clearly. You do not understand how the world works. It scares you. You need it and everything else explained to you or you will fuck it up the way nine year olds always fuck things up. Won’t you, Ricky?”
Each of the times Jason said this to Rick – nay, let’s be honest, he is Ricky now – Jason noticed how Ricky would slip his thumb into his mouth and curl into a deep fetal position and snuggled into Jason’s strong arms, seeking protection and security and strength. And Jason would hold him close to make sure Ricky learned who it was who would be there for him.
“It’s OK being 9. It’s OK being scared. It’s Ok not knowing things. It’s OK not being able to make decisions. That’s what I’m here for.”
And Ricky would move deeper into Jason’s strong, adult arms, try to get closer to him, feel the protection that Jason offered.
“So, whenever you are scared, when you don’t know what to do, when you can’t make a decision, you come and ask me. OK?”
Ricky grunted, as sucked his thumb like the child he was becoming again, even as he slept.
“A growing boy needs to eat right. There are lots of things to eat – candy, cake, cookies. And there are good healthy foods to eat as well – meat, vegetables, fruits. But a growing boy also needs vitamins, doesn’t he, Ricky?”
Ricky’s sounds made it clear he agreed.
“And boys need to grow up to become men. So they need to have the vitamins that men have – so they can be strong when they grow up. Men can give you these vitamins, Ricky. They want to give you these vitamins and you want to have them – because you want to grow up and be strong like me. But most of all, because you need to obey me. It makes you happy to obey me, doesn’t it Ricky?”
Of course, Ricky agreed.
“These vitamins come from man-cream, Ricky. Men make these special vitamins in the balls and they excrete these vitamins through their cocks. Did you know that Ricky?”
A negative sound came from Ricky and he sucked his thumb even harder.
“Of course you didn’t, Ricky. How could you? You’re just nine years old! That’s why I am having this special talk with you. All boys get this special talk when they are your age.
“You need these special vitamins, Ricky. That’s how you will grow up and become a man. But you need to help the man give them to you. You need to suck on their cocks and make the man feel good. When you have done it well and the man feels real good, he will give you the man-cream he has and you can eat it down. And sometimes, a man will give his man-cream without having anyone suck him, just uses a hand and he will save it for you for later.
Do you understand Ricky?”
A positive grunt.
“Good boy, Ricky. You are such a smart boy. You make me so proud.”
And Ricky smiled, even as he continued sucking his thumb.
Jason would then take Ricky even closer to him, enfold him in his arms so Ricky felt safe and protected and warm and taken care of. And yes, loved. And they would drift back to sleep, only to have Jason wake after another hour or so and take Ricky down the stairs again and teach him what he needed to know.
The last time, Jason carefully removed the thumb form Ricky’s mouth, brought Ricky’s head to his chest, placed Ricky’s mouth on his nipple, and they went back to sleep with Ricky nursing Jason’s nipple.
A beautiful picture of a “father” and his “son.”
When the various roosters who lived on the farm began to crow as the sky began to brighten with the coming of the morning, Jason rolled over, kissed Ricky on the lips and told him it was time to wake up. Both did so slowly.
Jason made sure that Ricky’s hand felt his hard cock.
“Do you need to eat, Ricky? Do you need your vitamins?”
“Yes. I need them to grow up big and strong.”
“Then you can feed from me, Ricky.”
Jason rolled on to his back and Ricky pushed the covers off of Jason’s body, sat up and without hesitation, leaned over and began to suck Jason’s cock. Slowly at first. Tentatively. But within a couple of minutes, Ricky was taking it deep into his throat – as far down as he could. Ricky knew he had to make Jason feel good to he would release his man-cream with its important vitamins. And so he tried all he could. He used his lips, his tongue, his throat. He liked it. Sucked it. Used his throat muscle to massage it. Up and down Rick’s head went. In then back out Jason’s cock went. Rick so wanted his vitamins and Jason was becoming more and more ready to give them to him.
As Jason lay back, feeling his seed building, the feeling growing, he used his hands to play with his own nipples. He pleasured them, squeezing them, rubbing them. He would slick up his fingers with spit, and stroked and massage them. All the time they reacted with increasingly intense pleasure, so did Jason’s cock.
Jason began to breathe deeper, faster. Ricky noted when he got a pleasurable reaction out of Jason and knew learned what Jason liked and what he didn’t like. He might no know a lot – how could he, he was only nine years old – but he knew he needed to learn this lesson, and he was learning it well.
Jason’s body soon began to buck, his groin thrusting up and then settling down. Back up. Then down again. It was hard for Ricky to hold on, but he had to – he wanted to grow and to be big and strong like Jason and he needed Jason’s man-cream.
Eventually, Jason could not hold back. He began to pinch his nipples harder and harder as the pleasure in them became one with the pleasure in his cock. His breathing became more erratic. His thrusts the same. Finally, he yelled out – “EAT IT BOY!” and he fed Ricky the vitamins that Ricky knew he needed so badly.
Ricky sucked hard and with each suck, more vitamins came out, again and again, until Ricky had drained Jason of all the man-cream he had in him.
As Jason’s breathing slowed, Ricky again curled into his arms.
“You’re such a good boy, Ricky. You learn so fast!”
Ricky smiled. “Thanks,” he replied. “I want to grow big like you. Thank you for your man-cream and the vitamins.”
“You’re welcome, Ricky. I will always be happy to give it to you.
“But now, we have work to do. This is a farm, you know, and the animals need to be tended to first thing in the morning – then we will have breakfast.”
They both got up, pulled up their 501’s, put on their boots. Jason put on a t-shirt, but told Ricky he didn’t need one. It was warm enough outside. And they walked across the yard, chickens and roosters scurrying away from them, and entered the barn.
On Jason’s farm, the barn was used to house the horses and…the manimals.
While Jason was learning his hypnosis, he needed someone to practice on. Who else, but those employed by the farm he had bought. One by one, he had talked them into letting him practice, put them in trances…and one by one, he had taken total and complete and permanent control of them, changing their entire self-image, indeed their entire life.
There had been eight living on the farm, but three had families – wives and children. Jason was a good man and had no desire to destroy someone’s family and so, he had found these men work at other farms in the area, usually at higher pay, and “regrettably” let them go. The others, whose job it was to work the farm, became less of what they were as humans but more of what they were as the brute labor on the farm.
As they walked in, the first few stalls were the horses. They would be fed in due time. Right now, the manimals needed tending. As Jason and Ricky approached their end of the barn, the manimals hurried to the gates of their stalls and started howling for Jason. They were hungry and they also needed release. Jason had trained them that if they came to the front of the stalls and pushed their manimal cocks through, he would jack them off, let them spurt their seed. They had been taught that they could not do this themselves. Someone else had to milk them. But each morning they needed it – and sometimes during the day or in the evening.
And so, as Jason and Ricky reached the manimal end of the barn, the five manimals became quite agitated indeed, pushing their manimal cocks through the wooden slats of the stalls, whining, howling, grunting – using every sound Jason had left to them – to signal their need for release. But this morning would be different…
Jason had explained to Ricky on the walk over – and as they walked through the barn – about the manimals. He told him how much like humans they were but that they weren’t totally human. They could be trained to do many things, but they could not think, only react; they could not talk, only make sounds. Jason explained that it was important that they be made and kept as strong as possible because they had to work so hard, and that is why there was an exercise machine in each stall. He also told Ricky that they had special food to be poured into the troughs for them to eat. And he told Ricky how the manimals liked to listen to the sound of his voice when they sleep so he had set up an electronic system so each could put on head phones when it was time to sleep and listen to his voice all night long.
Jason also told Ricky that sometimes the manimals needed to be punished and he pointed to the large x-like cross at the far end of the barn, with the floggers and whips hanging next to it. He told Ricky that usually the manimals protested when the punishment started, but as the whipping progressed, the manimal understood that the punishment was for their own good, settled in and allowed the pain to become something else – almost like pleasure – and would want the whipping to become harder and harder as they seemed to fly on the pain itself.
Ricky saw the cross and as he looked into the stalls, he saw the exercise equipment, the troughs and even the headphones. This all seemed so new to him, but then so much on the farm was new to him and, since he was only nine years old, he was not surprised he didn’t know of these things before.
Jason took Ricky to each of the five manimals. Ricky saw that they each had a leather harness on which crossed from their back to their front and another over their shoulders. Each harness had a broad piece of leather which stretched down from the chest and was held in place with a large, round, metal ring encircling the manimal’s cock and balls. From this ring, a leather strap went through their legs and up their ass crack and was attached to another broad piece of leather which rose from their ass to the leather straps which wrapped around their chest and over their shoulders. Each also wore leather work boots. On their heads, there were more leather straps that held horse bits in their mouths, to which a lead could obviously be attached.
Jason would stroke their heads, allow them to suck on his fingers for a few minutes, and then would stroke their manimal cocks. He encouraged Ricky to do the same, which, of course he did.
“You know, Ricky. These manimals are more like humans than any other animal. In fact, they are so much like humans that they have man-cream, just like men do.”
“Do you think they would mind if I sucked it out of them?” Ricky asked.
“I’m sure they’d be happy to feed you the vitamins you need Ricky. But pet them first so they get to know you and then, just kneel down in front of their stall and they’ll push their cocks out for you to feed from.”
Ricky went up to the first manimal and started to stroke his face. He started to ask him “Do you mind…”
“You don’t need to ask, Ricky. These are only manimals. You just take from them what you want.”
With that, Ricky looked into the manimals eyes and could see the intense desire – the lust – in them. He stroked the manimal’s face, his hair. He petted the manimal’s chest and belly. He reached in and stroked his back and his ass. All the while the manimal’s sounds got stronger, louder, more urgent.
Then Ricky got down on his knees, took the manimal’s cock in his mouth and began to suck. The manimal let out a loud, guttural howl as he felt the velvety wet and warm inside of Ricky’s mouth on his cock. The manimal began to buck his hips forward, trying to get deeper into Ricky’s mouth, to hasten the release of his seed. Ricky tried to comply but Jason said, “Take it slowly, Ricky. Enjoy it and let him be patient and enjoy it as well.”
Ricky, obedient as ever, did was he was told. He had learned when he fed from Jason how to react to the verbal and physical cues of what the manimal was feeling. He would speed it up, then slow it down. Take the manimal deep, then tease the head of his cock with quick flicks of the tongues. Long licks from the balls to the tip and back down. Then deep into his throat again.
The manimal was almost wild, as any animal can become. He grunted and howled and whined and screamed and whinnied at the pleasure he was feeling. He had not been trained for this, but he was being trained now. He bucked and he thrust and harder and faster, as Ricky did his best to keep up, stroking the manimal’s strong, muscular legs now, and then reaching back and holding on to the manimal’s well formed and strong ass, feeling it flex and retract as the manimal’s lust and need grew in intensity.
Jason watched this all – watched his best friend who he had so wanted to be gay – act as Jason needed him to act, suck as he so wanted Ricky to suck, enjoy the male form as he had wanted Ricky to enjoy it for years. Jason stroked himself as he watched, played with his nipple. Like most men, he had a strong voyeuristic need and it was being well satisfied as he watched Ricky “feed” from the manimal.
The manimal finally exploded in Ricky’s mouth –over and over again -- and Ricky, knowing he needed as many vitamins as possible, took it all in, swallowed it all, made sure nothing was lost.
As he finished, Jason told him he needed as many vitamins as possible, and pointed out there were four more manimals to get them from.
Ricky moved to the next one. Again stroked his face and hair, slowly petted his chest and rubbed his back. He had seen Jason playing with his nipples and so spent a little extra time on this manimal’s nipples which clearly had a most positive effect on the size and hardness of the manimal’s cock. He knelt down and using what he had learned form Jason and the first manimal, gave an even better blow job than his first two. The manimal screamed almost as if he were in pain when he finally released his seed into Ricky’s mouth.
Ricky moved to the third manimal, then the fourth and finally the fifth. Each became more expert with each one and each was left bereft of strength or energy and laid down on the hay in their stall to enjoy the afterglow of such a fine release.
Jason, surprising even himself, came twice more as he watched with increasing satisfaction as he saw Ricky becoming the cocksucker he knew he could become and had so long dreamed he would become.
When Ricky had finished the last and the barn was now quieter and Jason was, to be quite honest, worn out, he instructed Ricky on how to feed the manimals. Once they each had food in their trough and water in their bin, Jason told Ricky to open the stall doors, explaining that the manimals knew what they needed to do on the farm and could be trusted to do their job without a lot of oversight. After all, the manimals too knew about the x-shaped cross at the far end of the barn.
The early morning work done, Jason and Ricky went back to the house where Ricky would make Jason breakfast and serve it to him.
To be continued….
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* Building a Family -- Chapter 4
03:57 on 2009-09-16 by dougkent60
A slight divergence from the expected story. Will you be going back to the family in the next episode. That was not a complaint, I find the whole scenario very exciting, so keep up the good work.
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* Building a Family -- Chapter 4
20:43 on 2009-09-16
At the beginning the farm workers were mentioned. I wondered if they'd become part of this. Good to see they have -- and in a HOT way! This just gets better and better.
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