BETCHA CAN'T EAT JUST ONE (Part 2)
by webb025@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the
legal age to read this, or are offended by the idea of male-male
sex or mind control, DO NOT read further.
You should read part 1 of this story before reading this part.
We were having a real streak of luck since we used the stuff from
Uncle Mark's lab to change a happy, straight-edge nuclear family
into glassy-eyed slaves that would do anything to feed their
addiction to our cum. After years of frustration, the three of
us -- me (Travis, 18), my brother (Benjy, 16) and our Dad were
finally getting all the sex, and fine treatment, that we
deserved.
Benjy told me about his excellent afternoon the day after we
helped develop the Durrell's addictions using the second set of
tainted gumdrops. John Durrell waited nervously at his brokerage
firm, desperately hoping the threatened office visit from Benjy
would never materialize. But by the time 4 pm rolled around, that
fear of a visit changed into panic that Benjy might NOT come, as
withdrawal began to set in. By the time Benjy arrived, John was
watching the door continuously and sweating bullets.
Benjy's torn baggy jeans, sweaty T-shirt, stain-covered sneakers,
and backwards baseball cap provided quite a contrast to the suits
worn at the brokerage firm. When he walked in and up to the
receptionist, John practically ran to the front to intercept him.
Unfortunately for him, his boss happened to also be near the
front and noticed him running up to the grungily-dressed teenager.
Benjy piped up, "Hi, Mr. Durrell. I'm ready for that tour of your
office you promised me." The boss looked inquisitively over at
the scruffily-dressed kid talking to John. John quickly said,
"Sure, Benjy, but first let's step outside for a few minutes,"
and he ran out the door. The boss frowned, and walked back to his
office, wondering what he had just witnessed.
Benjy followed John out the door, laughing. When they were in the
hall, he said "So, Mr. Durrell, you were real worried you weren't
going to get my powerful man-juice, huh? No prob. My big balls
have made some fresh just for you! Pretty soon you're going to look
ike one of those milk ads, where the guy has a moustache. Hey, I
just might make you go back into the office wearing that thick
Benjy milkshake on your lips! Lucky for you, that idea is turning
me on. This might not take very long. Let's go into the men's
room."
John Durrell raced into the men's room, still sweating in
anticipation of his needed Benjy-cum fix. Benjy guided him into
the large handicapped stall, where he pushed him down onto the
toilet seat, his expensive suit still on. Benjy tore off his
clothes, displaying his compact muscular bod. He pushed John's
legs together at facing forward, and stood with one leg on
either side of the toilet, his dick pointing up at John's eager
face. John subconsciously licked his lips anticipating the treat
to come.
"Ooh, wait, Mr. Durrell, I can't cum until I've had a good long
piss. And I suggest you catch it all in your mouth, since
anything you don't drink is gonna end up on your suit, and
you're gonna have some explaining to do back in the office."
"But... but... can't you just use the toilet without..."
"Too late, Mr. Durrell, can't wait, it's coming NOW!" In a panic,
John grabbed Benjy's cock just in time to catch the golden stream
of piss. Since John was new at this, some of it did get away and
soaked his pants leg, but he did a good job for a first-timer and
managed to swallow most of it. As he cleaned the last few drops
coming from Benjy's cock, Benjy patted him on the head. "Good for
you, Mr. Durrell. You only have a few spots on your pants to clean
up." He started to back away from the toilet.
"Wait... Benjy... you, uh, forgot..."
Benjy sniggered, "Your man treat? I was just fuckin' with ya.
Don't worry, I've been horny all day, there's more than what you
need in here," he said, fondling his man-size balls. He walked
back to the toilet, and with a few strokes was as hard as a rock.
"OK, Mr. Durrell, open wide!" And he grabbed John's hair, forcing
his willing mouth down around Benjy's distended cock. Benjy then
thrust his hips up into John's face over and over, while using
his grip on John's head to piston his face up and down onto his
cock. In very little time, Benjy was curing John's withdrawal
pains, and then some!
When he was done, Benjy backed away from the toilet again,
leaving John to reach out desperately in an attempt to wipe the
last of Benjy's life-giving essence from his softening cock and
suck it off his fingers. "See ya tomorrow afternoon at our house,
five thirty sharp!" said Benjy as he quickly got back into his
clothes.
"But Benjy, I can't be sure I'll make it to your place from work
on time. After the market closes, I still have a lot of paperwork
to do, and there could be traffic..." John looked pleadingly up
at Benjy.
"Suit yerself, Mr. Durrell. Maybe you'll get lucky even if yer
late. But I wouldn't count on it. Bye." And with that the stall
door, then the men's room door, slammed shut behind him. John
realized how lucky he was no one had come into the men's room
while he had been "fully engaged" in such a loud manner. And he
knew he would have to make it through work tomorrow without the
benefit of his fix. Well, at least Benjy produced enough cum in
a short time to satisfy John's daily cravings. The joys of being
16!
********************
That same day, Greg reported to me at home after track pracice,
as I had ordered him to. Parking his sporty BMW in the driveway,
he came in calmly, saw me wearing nothing but my torn old shorts
sitting on the couch, muscled legs stretched out and crossed,
big feet on the coffee table. I told him what he needed to do
to earn his daily fix of my cum. He nodded.
As instructed, Greg undressed, folding his stylish clothes
neatly over a chair, and stood at attention waiting for my
inspection and instructions. It occurred to me that unlike his
father and mother, there was never the least hesitation or
resentment in his eyes when he was following my orders. Here was
an elite college student athlete, from a well-to-do family,
someone with a great future, at the mercy of a grubby high school
dropout, and he was taking it like it was natural to him. Maybe
he had a submissive streak that was attracted to my dominating
nature.
As my hands explored his well-muscled, finely toned body,
control of which was now mine in exchange for a few shots of my
precious dick snot, I asked him, "You seem to be handling this
takeover well. Even though you're straight, you seem semi-hard
with me pawing over your body. You're taller than me, smarter
than me, better looking than me. And I can force you to do
anything, however disgusting, to earn my cum. Why aren't you
shriveled with fear? You're definitely not shriveled," I said,
fondling his large balls as his lean and mean cock grew longer
and harder.
"Well, actually, I'm used to being pushed around by people. My
parents did it all my life, made my decisions for me, told me
where to go to school, what courses to take. Every girlfriend
I've had has bossed me around. When you guys first took over
my family so quickly, at first I was angry and afraid, but then
I thought how totally natural it seemed for us tall,
sophisticated Durrells to be commanded by you guys, who look a
bit like, well -- "
I saw where he was going. "Throwbacks? Cavemen? Don't worry,
I've been called that before at school. My high school nickname
was "Trog". I can see in a mirror, I know what they were
talking about. Sorta rough features, wide muscular body, big
hands and feet, yeah, that's what we are."
"So the thought of submitting to the will and the lustful,
basic desires of a young primitive, muscular caveman is
strangely exciting to me. Even seeing my father grovel at the
oversized feet of your little brother turned me on. It was
like seeing him controlled by Bamm-Bamm from the old
Flintstones cartoons. When I watched the old cartoons on cable
of Bamm-Bamm in his teenage years, I imagined that I was his
pal, and he would show me how to get women, and make me go
along with all of his crazy ideas. And I didn't mind him
running my life." I wasn't sure what he was talking about, so
later I went to the computer at work and Googled Bamm-Bamm. Sure
enough, at the address topthat.net/webrock/spinoffs/pebbles1.htm
I saw a cartoon character that looked eerily like Benjy, complete
with the straw-blond hair and the big feet (well, even for Benjy
the feet may have been a bit exaggerated!).
Greg went on, "With you, when I eat your cum I imagine your
super cave-powers transforming me into your obedient slave,
re-making me into something useful to you. As much as I crave
your cum, I also crave turning my will over to you, the way I've
let others run me. I dream of you, your dad and brother sitting
on golden thrones in your caveman loincloths, and me, my mom and
dad in our best clothes, crawling to serve at your big feet in
the hopes of pleasing you enough so you will feed us what we
need to survive.
"I even think of my Durrell cousins, male and female, especially
the best-looking ones, and helping you addict them so that any
Durrell will be forced to obey any member of your family."
As Greg was saying this, I was getting so hot thinking of a room
full of tall, sexy Durrells falling over themselves to please me
in order to get me excited enough to feed them all, that I
almost came in my pants. Greg, seeing I was getting close, was
afraid he would miss my load, so he dived for my zipper, and with
expert fingers (turns out he's also a great piano player) pulled
out my cock and managed to stuff it in his mouth before I
exploded. It was a relief for both of us that he got to it in
time.
One nice difference between Greg and his father was that once
John's cum-lust was sated, he wanted to get as far away from
Benjy as quickly as he could, since he was humiliated by the
whole situation. But Greg had clearly looking for someone to
control his life, and he was developing a sincere need to please
me that went beyond his cum needs. And I was enjoying "trogging"
it over him, having the straight college boy VOLUNTARILY submit
his will to me, actually working to change his very sexuality
for my benefit. And maybe that was the most exciting thing of
all.
********************
The next day Greg had no afternoon classes, so when Benjy got
home from school he found me sprawled on the couch with Greg
in his familiar position in front of the coffee table, ready to
"feed his need".
Benjy smirked, "I see you have pretty boy primed and ready for
his protein shake. But Mr. Durrell isn't here yet, and I'm
REALLY horny. Could you make Greg present me his ass so I can
fuck it while he sucks you?" And he began to strip quickly.
To Benjy's surprise, without a word from me, Greg took one look
at the naked Benjy and said, "Yes, Bamm-Bamm, I will obey," and
wiggled his ass in the air for Benjy to take.
"Bamm-Bamm?" said Benjy, amused. "Hey, this guy actually WANTS
me to fuck him. And he ain't even addicted to my cum! Wicked!"
And he moved over to fill Greg's hungry hole while I worked on
filling his hungry mouth.
It didn't take long for the two of us to fill Greg at both
ends. Just as we did so, John Durrell entered the room to see
his son's willing surrender to our lustful desires. But it
didn't seem to bother him that his son had been changed from a
straight guy to a cock-hungry cum slut for two younger kids. No,
his main concern at the moment was that his precious Benjy-cum
was dripping from Greg's asshole and onto the rug.
In a panic, John begged his son, "Wait, Greg, don't get up.
Just stay there on your hands and knees for a few moments."
And, still wearing his suit from work, he dove for Greg's ass
and began sucking Benjy's cum out of it, to satisfy his
overwhelming need.
After a few minutes, he still seemed unsatisfied, and started
sucking Benjy's cum out of the rug under Greg. When that source
dried up, he turned his attention to Benjy's cock, which still
had drops of cum on it, and then back to Greg's ass, to do a
much deeper exploration with his tongue to catch any stray
drops. Finally, partly sated, he sat back on the rug with naked
Benjy hovering over him.
"I guess that'll teach ya not to be late, Mr. Durrell. When I
need to jack, I need to jack. Next time I may do it on Greg's
hair, or onto a moldy piece of bread, or even into a full
toilet. And you'll have to go after it every time. I might even
jack off somewhere secret and hide my load from you, and you
gotta find it before you pass out from the withdrawal pain. Ooh,
look, there's some cum that got between my toes! But I gotta
warn ya, Mr. Durrell, I haven't taken a shower in the last
couple of days, so you might get some bonus toe jam with your
meal!"
With that, Benjy leaned against the couch and held up a big foot
to John's mouth. John grabbed it and started flicking his tongue
between Benjy's toes. The rank taste of sweaty unwashed boy feet
didn't bother him as much as the few drops of cum he found there
rewarded him.
Benjy laughed. "Hey, that gives me an idea. If I keep cumming
over my feet, and you always satisfy your craving for my cum by
tongue-washing them, maybe you'll start to crave the flavor of my
feet as much as you want my cum! Then I won't have to wash 'em,
whenever they're really smelly I can just call you over and you'll
beg to tongue-clean 'em for me!"
Benjy's attention was diverted to the naked Greg. "Hey!" Benjy
said again. He had just noticed that his remarks to Mr. Durrell
had really turned Greg on. Greg was gazing at Benjy and was hard
without touching himself. But Benjy knew that Greg was STRAIGHT
and addicted only to MY cum, not his. He didn't realize that Greg
was being turned on by his father's resigned, submissive attitude
upon hearing Benjy's humiliating suggestions. The cave muscle-gods'
every command was becoming law to the Durrells, and the submission
was becoming more and more total.
At this point, my father and Liza stepped out of his room. They
looked like, and were dressed like, a couple of Jerry Springer's
lower-end guests. Liza had gotten a tattoo on her chest on Dad's
orders, but it now seemed she would do anything for him to please
him, by his command or not. It just seemed natural to her now. John
didn't even seem to notice my Dad with his wife, he was too focused
on sucking and licking between Benjy's toes. They were more
important to him than his wife, his son, or just about anything at
the moment.
Now that all three Durrells had their addictions satisfied, and
started to come off their highs, Dad pinched Liza, who giggled and
kissed him, and said, "Why should you have to make the drive all
the way across town just to make yourselves happy? I think it would
be much more convenient if the three of us just moved into your
place. Whaddaya think? Let's go over there and check it out."
The Durrells seemed receptive to the idea -- they would have been
receptive to ANY idea at that point -- and we drove over to their
large house in the best part of town. After checking the place out,
Dad decided he and Liza would move into the master bedroom, I would
get Greg's room, and Benjy would get one of the guest rooms (they
had three!). We also set up three cots in the garage, so they would
have a place of their own to sleep whenever we got tired of them
or wanted to be alone, or maybe wanted to have sex with someone
else. Also, Dad swapped his rusty old pickup for John's Lexus. I'm
sure John had to hide the pickup when he took it to work.
We also helped with the Durrell's household expenses by having them
fire the housekeeper -- Liza could do that work -- and the pool
boy -- Greg could handle that -- and the gardener, whose job went
to John. There was no sense in having anyone around who might
notice the weird arrangement and call the authorities. Fortunately,
the Durrells normally didn't have much contact with their neighbors,
whose houses were invisible from the Durrells' because of the size
of the property and the trees everywhere.
Soon we had Liza buy a maid's uniform and John a butler's outfit to
wear around the house, while Greg was forbidden to wear any
clothes at all at home. Not that he minded; Greg was the most
comfortable of all the Durrells about having become slaves in their
own home. His cock seemed to firm up whenever he called me "Trog" or
Benjy "Bamm-Bamm". I had also changed the decor in what was now
my room, replacing Greg's travel posters with pictures of boy bands.
Greg seemed to enjoy the change, since I would occasionally come
into the room and see him beating off looking at one of the posters
while playing that band's music. It would get me so excited I would
immediately flip him over and fuck him silly, after which he would
be forced to scoop my cum out of his own ass to eat.
Of course we let John continue to go to work, since We needed to
feed off his success. And of course I wanted Greg to graduate and
become the most successful slave he could be! But Dad made Liza quit
her home designing business; he liked her better as a full-time
playtoy, cook, and maid, now that he didn't have to scrounge for
occasional construction work anymore. And I made Greg take over my
fast-food job, not because we needed the money but just to make sure
his entire life was about serving other people, taking verbal abuse,
and so on, and not just from me. I think it helped keep him sharp as
a slave when he got home. He no longer needed any social time for
dating girls anyway.
And as I cruised around town in my sporty new BMW, wearing my great
new clothes bought with Greg's advice, I got more than a few looks
from both guys and girls despite my somewhat rough facial features.
I guess money can make anyone look more attractive.
So we lived our contented new lives (for the time being, at least).
Sometimes I almost envied the Durrells. After all, WE had to keep
thinking of ways to improve our lives, make the sex kinkier, the
pleasure greater, while all the Durrells really needed to get high
was our cum. Ah, the burdens of the leisure class!
********************
[The End, unless our cavemen get tired of the Durrells and free them
in return for certain considerations, like helping them move even
further up the social chain for sex and slavery.
Or should this go on happily ever after, with the occasional Durrell
friend or relative "sucked in" for the masters' benefit? Should John's
boss be introduced to the nutritional benefits of Benjy-cum? Should
Greg's track team buddies be forced to fight each other for access
to Travis' teen cave-cum? After all, he can only produce so much, even
at age 18! Comments welcome!]