Vaccinated

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER NINETY-NINE

Alex sat on the upper cedar bench, indicating HE should sit on the lower bench between his manspreading legs. Reluctantly, HE stripped, trying to use the towel to hide the growing excitement between HIS legs.

There were no superlatives sufficient to describe Alex’s body. The best way HE could describe it was ‘almost Jake times 1.5’. He wasn’t as defined or vascular as Jake, though he still had 10 weeks of cutting – they’d discussed his contest prep, and HE now knew what cutting meant. It sounded awful. But he was bigger than Jake in nearly every dimension, Jake being taller.

Mountainous traps, bowling ball shoulders, melon arms, bowling pin forearms, massive, juicy pecs, a thick, powerful core. But his back was his best feature, lats for days, gargantuan mounds of muscle covered every inch of his back, with deep crevasses between each muscle group, a wide V tapering down to the massive orbs of his arse, striations and individual muscle fibres starting to be visible on his glutes.

As he sat spread eagled on the edge of the bench, the towel rode up his mammoth legs. HIS eyes were mesmerised by the vascularity and size of his legs, huge veins, the start of which were hidden by the towel, ran down his inner thighs all the way down to his calves, huge tributaries branching in every direction, feeding every square centimetre of titanic mass. As HE followed the branching veins up his enormous legs, HE caught sight of his package, big, low-hanging balls stretched down over the edge of the bench, his uncut cock resting straight down.

The towel did nothing to hide HIS hard cock, so HE quickly sat down, hoping Alex hadn’t noticed.

Alex placed his huge, strong hands on HIS shoulders, and began kneading and pressing, working on each muscle fascia, allowing HIS muscles to grow. The massage was painful, Alex used his considerable strength to knead deep into HIS muscle tissue, but with the pain came pleasure. HIS cock swelled to full mast as Alex continued his work.

Alex stood, the towel dropping. He lay HIM flat on the bench, face up, and straddled HIM, facing towards HIS legs, his knees resting on the bench to either side of HIM. As Alex leaned over to work on HIS lower legs, to avoid shin splints, his balloon knot was in HIS direct line of sight, Alex’s heavy balls hanging extra low from the heat of the sauna, grazed HIS chest as he worked, his cock head swinging with his movements. HE was mesmerised by the sight, HIS cock leaked pre which was absorbed by the towel. HIS cock head rose up between the cleft of Alex’s glorious pecs, which flexed and undulated as he worked, sending waves of pleasure crashing through HIM.

Impulsively, HE grabbed the round globes of Alex’s arse and squeezed, nuzzling HIS face in his crack. Alex smiled. HE flexed his glutes gently, playfully, sending HIM wild with desire. HE licked Alex’s hole, probing and flicking with HIS tongue, Alex’s cock swelled and slapped against his abs.

Alex turned around, still straddling HIM, and grabbed the back of HIS head, forcing HIS neck up, he brought his 10 inch cock to HIS mouth, HE took it greedily. Alex groaned huskily as HIS tongue and mouth worked magic on his cock.

HE came as Alex manhandled HIS head, using it to control HIS cock sucking. As HE came, the voices in HIS head screamed incoherently.

Alex came in HIS mouth, nearly choking HIM as the awkward angle made it difficult for HIM to swallow, so Alex withdrew his cock and pumped his seed all over HIS face. HE licked up the thick ambrosia, HIS cock hardening as HE tasted Alex.

Alex rose up, and leaned over the lower bench, presenting his hole for HIM. HIS cock hardened painfully, leaking pre. HE rose from the bench, leaving the towel behind, and stepped up behind Alex. From this angle, he was massive, his back an immovable wall of muscle, his hamstrings massive hams inserting under the cheeks of his sublime arse.

HE grabbed HIS dick and slowly circled Alex’s hole. He groaned with pleasure, his hole flexing and tightening in anticipation. HE pressed the head to HIS hole, gently at first, flexing and relaxing HIS cock which swelled as he flexed, the head nudging at his hole, making him writhe and groan in ecstasy. HE entered him, Alex’s muscle mass making everything tight, his control of the muscles in his tunnel squeezing on HIS cock, sending HIM close to the edge. As HE hit his prostate, Alex roared with pleasure, cum firing from his cock. HE came inside him. Massive ropes of cum filling him, increasing his pleasure.

As HE came, the voices intensified, though, this time, it was different. HE thought that HE could almost make out what the voices were saying. As before, they were HIS voice, but, again, an odd, detached form of HIS voice.

“Warm. Egg. Swim.”

Uh… what? Could HE hear HIS sperm?

HE still had the river of HIS subconscious thoughts, that was in a separate part of HIS brain, but these new voices occupied a different part of HIS brain. It was difficult to describe, HE didn’t really understand it HIMSELF, so HE couldn’t really describe it very well.

What was the point of hearing HIS sperm? Maybe there was no point. It would explain the symptoms - every time HE’d cum, HE’d hear the ‘voices’ of the sperm, which would gradually fade as the sperm died. Now, they were ejaculated into a warm, moist environment, they would survive longer, HE could hear them for longer.

“Undulating muscles. Elevated testosterone. High levels of protein.”

HIS sperm seemed to be reporting their environment to HIM. Curious. Could HE, control them? HE tried HIS boat in a river technique on the bundle of sensations in HIS brain representing the sperm.

“Tunnel through the intestinal wall.”

HE didn’t know how, but HE had the distinct impression that HIS sperm were now frantically trying to tunnel through Alex’s intestinal wall, like they would try to tunnel into an egg to fertilise it.

As HE was considering this strange new sensation, some of HIS sperm broke through, into Alex’s bloodstream. The sperm were small enough that they did no damage as they tunnelled out, HE knew this, somehow.

The swirl of information and emotions flooding through HIS mind intensified. Alex had gotten up and was towelling off remnants of his cum. He looked at HIM, a dazed look on HIS face, which Alex attributed to post-orgasmic bliss.

More of HIS sperm were breaking through into Alex’s bloodstream, now, and they were riding his blood to all parts of his body, sending a torrent of information to HIM about Alex’s body, sort of the reverse of HIS subconscious commands - that was sending out commands, this was reporting back status. Then, the first sperm entered Alex’s brain.

[Ro20316]

Fuck.

We are heading to the 100TH chapter and i feel its gonna be a big one.

Scott is back and loosing his V card. He will havethe greatest experience and im sure it will motivate him to grow and be a great man like his uncle is.

Amber has found a possible solution and Jake is already on it but i think they will have a hard time learning to control it given they dont have the final formula like HE has.

1 hour ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

More of HIS sperm were breaking through into Alex’s bloodstream, now, and they were riding his blood to all parts of his body, sending a torrent of information to HIM about Alex’s body, sort of the reverse of HIS subconscious commands - that was sending out commands, this was reporting back status. Then, the first sperm entered Alex’s brain.

Will his sperm carry some of the formula and somehow affect others¿?. They injected some sort of virus after all... Will HIS cum help Alex cut faster?. Alex's inner thoughts right now are focussed in the upcoming comp and maybe HIS cum and "temporary" infection will help him achieve his goals faster while HE hears some of what the infection is doing to that persons body...  

[mmvmgo2011]

11 minutes ago, Ro20316 said:

Fuck.

We are heading to the 100TH chapter and i feel its gonna be a big one.

Scott is back and loosing his V card. He will havethe greatest experience and im sure it will motivate him to grow and be a great man like his uncle is.

Amber has found a possible solution and Jake is already on it but i think they will have a hard time learning to control it given they dont have the final formula like HE has.

Will his sperm carry some of the formula and somehow affect others¿?. They injected some sort of virus after all... Will HIS cum help Alex cut faster?. Alex's inner thoughts right now are focussed in the upcoming comp and maybe HIS cum and "temporary" infection will help him achieve his goals faster while HE hears some of what the infection is doing to that persons body...  

So many possibilities... each better than the last.

We'll have to wait and see what develops. 100 chapters, wow. I feel like we need to celebrate the milestone, or something. Most are only short, but still.

I know some of the readers were complaining earlier that the story was too slow/too big/didn't get to the main plot quick enough. Nevertheless, I hope it's entertaining. I didn't plan for it to turn into the epic that it has, but hopefully I'm taming it enough that you're all still following along. I know a few of you are hanging on every chapter.

I've actually already got a few ideas for a spin-off story, which I'm itching to start, but want to finish this one off properly first.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED

Scott came in the shower three times, and his cock was still rock hard and ramrod straight. This was it! Finally! And, with Amber! He couldn’t find a hotter chick if he tried.

He wished he’d started working out earlier, he was just a bag of skin and bones, she wouldn’t find that sexy. And he should’ve got that haircut the other day. At least he didn’t have any zits.

He didn’t have many options on what to wear, he still only had what was in his backpack, they hadn’t yet had a chance to pick up some of his clothes.

Who cares about clothes? He thought, she’s only going to rip them off. The thought made his cock twitch and flex, a bead of pre building up on the tip.

Stepping out of the shower, he inspected himself in the mirror. He’d trimmed his pubes right back, having read it made your cock look bigger. He was eight and a half inches, which was above average, but he was disappointed. He knew Uncle Jake had an anaconda, and wished he’d shared in those genes. He only just turned 18, maybe he was still growing.

He didn’t have a lot of body hair, and what hair he did have was not thick or coarse. His treasure trail was probably his best feature, lightly covering his abs and leading down to his shaft. His abs weren’t especially prominent, but he was not at all flabby, so there was some definition.

He put on fresh boxer briefs, adjusting his package to make it look as big as possible, and put on his favourite pair of faded blue jeans, and a plain white tee. Like uncle, like nephew.

He didn’t have any cologne at Uncle Jake’s, so he hunted around for one of his. He had about 30 different bottles! He sniffed a few, settling on one that he liked, a woody, masculine scent, he sprayed a small amount. He remembered his uncle telling him not to overdo the cologne and deodorant, one thing teens tend to drench themselves in. He was ready.

****

Amber giggled to herself as she sat on Jake’s huge bed. Scott had spent a long, long time in the shower. No doubt he was jerking off. It was cute. He was cute. He reminded her a lot of his uncle, a younger, slimmer version of him.

She was glad to be taking his virginity. He would likely remember this, remember her, for the rest of his life.

She amped up her libido, and the sensitivity of all of her erogenous zones, if he could make her orgasm a few times, it would give him an ego boost and, besides, it felt good. She boosted blood flow to her lips, tits, and vagina, swelling them and increasing their sensitivity. She’d also been practising a command to her vagina, where she didn’t simply flex the muscles, but undulated them, in either direction. So she could start at his head and squeeze in waves along his shaft, or start at the base of his shaft and squeeze towards his glans. She hadn’t quite perfected the technique, but it would still feel good. She hoped to perfect it for Jake.

****

He stepped out of the en suite, and Amber was sitting on the bed. His already hard cock stiffened further.

She patted the bed next to her. He went and sat next to her. He smelled like Jake, she breathed deeply, already aroused. She could see he was already tenting his jeans, which were loose fit, giving his cock ample room to grow.

She nibbled on his ear. He shuddered. She whispered to him, “Go down on me, stud.”

He tried to feign confidence, like he knew what he was doing. He’d watched loads of porn, he could follow what they did, and she obviously knew what she wanted, so he’d follow her directions.

She lay back, propping herself up on her elbows. She spread her legs, her short skirt riding up. Scott began by tracing along her perfect thighs, her legs seem to go on forever. He knelt down, and gently kissed along her inner thighs, starting near her knee and heading up to her mound. As he neared, he grazed across her underwear with his lips, and switched to her other leg and kissed down towards the knee. He was good! She was getting wet with anticipation. His uncle must have given him some pointers.

He lifted her top, exposing her perfect midriff. He kissed her bellybutton piercing, licking in slow circles, which gradually got larger, closer and closer to where she wanted his attention.

He lowered her panties, slowly, gently, first on one side, then the other, exposing her to him. His cock ached. He breathed in her scent, his arousal rising. He put his lips around her clit, gently, and suckled, like it was a teat. She moaned and writhed in pleasure, her scent intensified as she became wetter with his touch. He parted his lips slightly, but did not move his mouth, he used his tongue to press and probe, flicking and licking around the nub. She grabbed the covers as she writhed, yelling out in pleasure.

Scott thought he was doing okay so far. She seemed to be responding well, and his arousal was off the charts, he was glad Uncle Jake had suggested jerking off in the shower. He moved to begin eating her out proper.

He parted her lips with his tongue, licking and stroking. As he probed with his tongue, he used his fingers to stimulate her clit. His face was wet with her emissions, and he was in heaven. She sat up, and raised his face for a kiss. She initially controlled the kiss, but he quickly took over, his tongue dancing over hers, mixing it up between gentle, tenderness and deep, probing, masculine overpowering of her own tongue. She savoured her taste on his face.

She stood him up, sitting him on the edge of the bed. She knelt between his legs, and began to unbuckle his belt. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound. She smiled. She could tell he was close. She unbuttoned his jeans and kissed the gape where the button had closed. He bucked. She unbuttoned the top button of the fly and, again, kissed where the button had closed. He writhed and moaned. She continued with each button, until she’d undone the fly, and pulled the jeans down to his ankles, exposing his tented briefs.

He was not as big as his uncle, but few were. She noted a large wet spot where his pre was soaking into the fabric. She kissed his glans through the fabric, and his cock twitched and jerked as it flexed involuntarily. She massaged his balls, pulling gently.

She removed the briefs, his cock immediately slapping up against his belly. He groaned. She took each ball into her mouth, one at a time, and licked and suckled, making him writhe and moan in pleasure. Pre was pouring from his dick now - he was very close. She kissed up the underside of the shaft, and licked up the pre.

As she reached the glans, she slowly put her mouth over it, and rested it on her tongue. She could feel his heartbeat through the throbbing cock. Slowly, she began using her tongue, playing with his fraenulum. As she took more of his cock into her mouth, she pressed her thumb into his perineum, and increased the suction on his cock.

“I’m going to cum! Ungggh. Fuuuuuuccckkk.”

His balls pulled up, and his cock began twitching as it pumped his load into her mouth. She continued to lick and suck, swallowing as she did, ensuring she left some of his cum in her mouth as the final few pumps of his cock ended his ejaculation.

She moved to kiss him, mouth full of his cum. He greedily returned the kiss, his arousal crescendoing to a frenzy. As they kissed, his cock hardened, ready to continue. She took it in her mouth again, deep-throating him, her lips reaching down to his pubis bone. He bucked and moaned and, as she swallowed, he felt the amazing peristaltic waves on his cock, electric bolts of pleasure travelling up the shaft and into his balls, which churned and stirred angrily, preparing his next load.

She continued deep-throating, face fucking herself as he tried to watch her propped up on his elbows, though he would often buck and writhe in uncontrollable pleasure. As he came, his cock pumped ropes of cum into her throat, coating her tonsils with his thick, virgin cum.

She smiled up at him as his cock pumped out a final volley, which she dutifully swallowed down.

She returned for another kiss, a soft, gentle, teasing kiss. It was time he popped that cherry.

She stood him up, and took his place sitting at the edge of the bed. She took off her bra, slowly, teasingly, revealing her spectacular breasts. He stopped breathing momentarily, awestruck by how perfect they were. His cock began inflating again. She guided his head to her nipple, and indicated he should use his hand on the other breast. He eagerly complied. They felt incredible. Better than he’d imagined. As he gently suckled and licked her nipple, she moaned with pleasure. His cock stood at full mast.

She grabbed his cock and brought it to the cleavage between her tits. She pressed her tits around it and he started thrusting between her tits. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head with pleasure. Every now and then she’d kiss his glans as it popped up between her tits, careful not to overstimulate him.

She signalled he should penetrate her. His cock hardened further, pre pouring from the tip. She spread her legs, resting her ankles on his shoulders. She tilted her pelvis, presenting herself to him. He grabbed his cock, angling it towards her hole, and he entered her. He gasped, she was tight, the feeling of her entire cavity pressing in on his cock unreal. He penetrated deeper, savouring the feel of his glans rubbing against her. She bucked and moaned, and triggered her undulating muscular contractions. If he hadn’t blown so many times already, he would’ve exploded. His cock was enveloped from base to tip, her muscles undulating along the shaft in a milking motion, encouraging him to cum. He continued to thrust in and out, enjoying the mind blowing sensations, every now and then she’d buck and writhe, the muscles contracting around his dick, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.

His balls lifted and his cock pumped inside her, finishing the cream pie. They kissed, as he remained inside her.

He withdrew as his cock finally deflated, lying down next to her, grinning from ear to ear.

Amber was impressed. She’d only orgasmed once, but for a first time, he was pretty good. With a little practice, he might approach his Uncle’s level of mastery. Approach, but she doubted he would ever meet it.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-ONE

As HIS sperm entered Alex’s brain, HE could make out a similar stream of subconscious commands, but these were commands in Alex’s brain, in the same odd, detached voice that was Alex’s, but not quite Alex’s.

HE looked carefully at Alex, but HE did not notice any change in his demeanour to indicate that the sperm entering his brain were something he was even aware of.

Could HE alter Alex’s subconscious? He thought of some way to prove it.

HE thought, “Eat a doughnut”, and pushed it into the river of thoughts that was Alex’s subconscious. HE knew Alex was cutting, a doughnut was the last thing he’d eat.

“Thanks for the fuck. We’ll have to have another session, and do it again. Soon.”

“Awesome, yes, thanks for the session, and the fuck. Looking forward to our next session.”

Alex left the sauna. HE did not follow immediately. HE wondered what the range was - would HE lose contact with Alex’s thoughts as he moved away? HE waited a few minutes, but did not sense any change.

HE left the sauna and went to shower. After showering and changing, HE realised that HE no longer heard Alex’s subconscious. It wasn’t silent, it just wasn’t there any more. Maybe Alex left the gym and the distance between them was too great?

****

As HE was leaving the gym, HE bumped into Alex on his way back in. There was no subconscious Alex in HIS brain - it wasn't a distance thing.

“Oh, hey Alex.”

“Hey. Just went to grab a couple of doughnuts. Want one.” He held out a bag and there were hot jam doughnuts in the bag, Alex’s fingers coated in cinnamon sugar.

HOLY SHIT! IT WORKED. Crap! How many weeks did HE put Alex behind in his prep?

“Doughnuts? But Alex, your contest prep! The cutting!” Alex looked at HIM, a confused expression on his face.

“You’re… right. I can’t be eating these. Not sure what came over me, all of a sudden I just had a massive craving for a doughnut, so I went out and bought some, not even considering that I was cutting, or what effect it would have.”

He threw the bag with the remaining doughnuts into the nearest bin.

****

As HE drove home, HE considered the possibilities. The effect was only relatively short lived, HE wasn’t certain, but HIS current working theory was that the sperm were only short lived, the effect only lasting while the sperm were still alive.

Presumably the host’s immune system began attacking HIS sperm as soon as they enter the bloodstream, killing them off faster than their natural lifespan.

HE wondered, idly, if HE could make more resilient sperm. HE was getting ahead of HIMSELF.

Besides, if they worked out how to make their changes to the subconscious stick, then it wouldn’t matter if the effect was only short lived, HE would just make the changes, ‘stick’ them, and then presumably the changes would stick even after HIS sperm are killed off and the effect ceases.

HE would need to test this ability further. At least testing would be fun, HE thought.

[Ro20316]

18 hours ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

She amped up her libido, and the sensitivity of all of her erogenous zones, if he could make her orgasm a few times, it would give him an ego boost and, besides, it felt good. She boosted blood flow to her lips, tits, and vagina, swelling them and increasing their sensitivity. She’d also been practising a command to her vagina, where she didn’t simply flex the muscles, but undulated them, in either direction. So she could start at his head and squeeze in waves along his shaft, or start at the base of his shaft and squeeze towards his glans. She hadn’t quite perfected the technique, but it would still feel good. She hoped to perfect it for Jake.

Damn. Amnber wanted to kill that kid in upon entering lol.

 

What HE is experienced its so much fun and there is room for so much.  I cant wait to read more

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-TWO

“You were great,” she said, as she got up, preparing to shower.

“That was… Fuck!”

“Yes, we did,” she laughed. “If I didn’t know it was your first time, I never would have guessed. You’re a natural. It must be those Robertson genes.”

He enjoyed the stroke to his ego, his cock swelling. “Is there room in the shower for two?”

She smiled, “Again? Definitely a Robertson. Sure. Let’s go, stud.”

His cock hardened to full mast as he watched her walk to the shower, her hips swaying, glorious arse there for the taking.

****

Jake was obsessed. Obsessed and fucking HORNY. He’d never been more horned up, partly as he’d managed to get most of the changes he’d been trying to set to stick, and partly due to the supra-physiological masses of testosterone pumping around his body. Though he was frustrated, as he still only managed to stick a change about half the time. He would work on improving that, he needed to, especially once he started pushing limits and making riskier changes, he needed to know that he could reverse them, instantly, every time.

His balls ached and throbbed with his heartbeat, their ability to produce testosterone pushed to their limits, and beyond. His optimisation of his biochemistry for anabolic hypertrophy was also affecting his balls. They were swollen, but they were also growing. Like training and working the muscles, as Jake demanded more from his balls, his body responded by increasing the number of Leydig cells in his testes, the cells responsible testosterone production.

His new baseline hormone profile would supercharge his growth, more than any steroid stack, more than any cycle, ever would or could. And he’d have none of the adverse side effects, as he compensated for the effects of the massive levels of testosterone - suppressing aromatase, reducing his blood pressure, reducing activation of the sebaceous glands, preventing acne, preventing male pattern baldness, and more. Some effects, like a thicker, manlier beard, he welcomed.

But he was not satisfied, he wanted to optimise his biochemistry depending on the task, developing ‘profiles’ tailored to what he was doing - a resting profile, a sleeping profile, a workout profile, a sex profile.

Ironically, the sex profile would need to decrease his libido, otherwise he’d blow too easily, the workout profile would increase vasodilation, bringing out his veins and maximising blood flow, increase metabolism to help clear lactic acid, increase adrenaline and other hormones to increase strength, and reduce his pain threshold so he could keep working through the pain. The sleep and resting profiles would maximise recovery and hypertrophy.

He also wanted to optimise his digestion, feeding his growth without concern for fat gain.

But to reset each individual change every time was not practical - he’d be doing nothing but setting the changes to his subconscious. So he was working on training his subconscious to set the changes he wanted with a single command. He wasn’t even sure it was even possible, but he’d keep trying.

****

HE was obsessed. Obsessed and fucking HORNY. To fully realise the power of his newly discovered ability, HE needed to be able to make changes and have them stick. HE had to learn how to do that, but once HE did... HE horned up as HE considered the possibilities.

Not only would HE improve HIS own body, HE would soon be able to advertise HIMSELF as the world’s greatest coach. No one on earth could make you grow better or faster, no one could prepare you better for any competition, no one could improve your strength and speed like HE could. HIS bodybuilding clients would be massive, yoked BEASTS, jacked and shredded as fuck, with paper-thin dick-skin, striated, separated muscle bellies webbed in a massive root system of veins.

HE’d have a whole parade of jacked, massive studs lining up for HIM to fuck. HE groaned as he cummed in his pants, handsfree.

[LorianofLothric]

Wow, your writing output and creativity is insane (in the best way possible!) and I love all of the twists and turns along the way! I wonder if HE is going to use HIS new found abilities on Scott to help him grow and develop. No doubt Jake would be quite jealous

[mmvmgo2011]

31 minutes ago, LorianofLothric said:

Wow, your writing output and creativity is insane (in the best way possible!) and I love all of the twists and turns along the way! I wonder if HE is going to use HIS new found abilities on Scott to help him grow and develop. No doubt Jake would be quite jealous

Thanks. You're too kind.

As for the rest, I've written and re-written this comment trying to give a hint of what's coming, but every time I thought it gave too much away so, sorry, you'll just have to wait and see.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-THREE

Scott still grinned from ear to ear. He couldn’t help it. His morning wood tented the covers. His non-virgin wood, he thought, his grin widening further. He nearly came just remembering last night.

His stomach rumbled, encouraging him to get out of bed. He adjusted himself as he got out of bed, wandering to the kitchen in his boxer briefs.

Uncle Jake was sitting at the kitchen table, having breakfast.

“Good morning, stud,” he teased.

Scott grinned even harder. “GREAT morning!”

Jake laughed, “I bet.”

“Amber not awake yet?”

“She’s already gone. She had some errands at home.”

“I owe you. Big time.”

Jake laughed again, “You do, but not for that.”

“Well, while I’m owing you, I may as well add to the list.”

“Go on.”

“I need to go home and get some of my stuff.”

“Pfft. Not a problem.”

“But... what about… you know, dad? It’s Saturday morning, he’s bound to be home.”

“I’ll be there. He won’t be able to do anything to you.”

“I… hadn’t even considered that. I meant, it’ll be awkward, and I still don’t know what to say to him.”

“Like I said to you on the phone, say whatever comes to mind. He’s your dad, whatever you say, he’ll still love you.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What about all those horrible things he said about yo–”

“You let me fight my own battles. You don’t need to get involved.”

“But–”

“No buts. Whatever happens between me and him, that won’t affect how I feel about you.”

Scott looked dubious.

“Don’t look at me like that. And I hope it wouldn’t affect how you feel about me. Remember, I’m always here to look out for you. Always have and always will.”

“Thanks, Uncle Jake.”

“So, spill it. How was it?”

“Oh, fuck. It was…” He groaned, huskily, “I don’t even have the words. Better than I had ever imagined.”

Jake smiled, he knew exactly what Scott meant.

****

HE needed a subject. Someone to test HIS new ability on, push the limits, find out what HE could and couldn’t do. But who?

HE knew it worked on men. Presumably, it would also work on women, though that wasn’t a given. So Amber should get a go.

HE knew it worked when HE penetrated men anally, and ejaculated inside them. Again, presumably ejaculating orally would also work? What about on their skin? What were the limits of his influence? It did not appear that HE had direct control of the subject, but how far did HIS influence over their subconscious run? Could HE stop their heart, like HE’d stopped HIS? Could HE make them do something they did not want to do – kill someone? Love someone? Hate someone? There were so many variables, so many parameters.

Of course, it completely escaped HIM that HE was thinking like a scientist, tallying the variables and devising experiments to test those variables, oblivious to the fact that HE was talking about the need to have sex with many partners in dozens of ways to test all of the various possibilities.

And, even worse, HE was completely ignorant to the nefarious possibilities. If it worked by mere skin contact, HE could surreptitiously get a bit of HIS cum on someone, and then exert HIS influence, without their knowledge or consent.

****

The Beast. Scott missed her. He grinned as she roared to life, the burble of the massive V8 vibrating in his chest, the exhaust music to his ears.

As Jake backed her out of the driveway, Jake’s neighbour waved. Scott waved back. He liked Nonna. She treated him like a grandson. But Jake was her favourite ‘grandson’, there was no doubt about that.

Jake peeled off, leaving a bit of rubber on the road in their wake. Nonna smiled, thinking boys will be boys, as she returned to sweeping her front drive.

****

Scott let himself and Jake in. “Dad, I’m back.”

Though, if Jason were home, he would’ve heard the beast about two minutes before they’d pulled into the drive, “Jake is here too.”

“So I heard,” said Jason, stepping out from the living room, startling Scott.

“I’ll wait outside,” said Jake to Scott.

“No. Please, come in.”

Jake hesitated. “I’m not here to cause a scene or create trouble. Scott wanted to collect some things; I’m just here giving him a ride.”

“I don’t want any trouble either.” That wasn’t a lie. If there was going to be trouble, Jason would definitely get the short end of the stick. “We need to work things out. For Scott’s sake.”

Oh, that was low, thought Jake. Using Scott. His kryptonite.

“I’ll just go and get some of my stuff,” said Scott.

“No, Scott, you should be a part of this too. I need to get some things off my chest, and I need you to try and understand.”

Really? Now? He really wasn’t prepared for anything so deep and meaningful so early on a Saturday morning. Scott sighed heavily. “Okay.”

They sat in the living room. It was not a good start. Jake and Scott sat on one side of the room, Jason on the other - they were already staking out their respective corners.

“I’m not even really sure where to start,” said Jason. “I guess, I’m sorry, to you, Jake. I’m sorry, to you, Scott. Jake never told you he was bisexual because of your mother and I. We” – his voice cracked – “we. Your mother and–. Let me start again.”

“*I* was uptight and uncomfortable with the idea of Jake’s bisexuality. Your mother thought he should tell you if and when it came up, as you’re so close, but she agreed to go along with my wishes.”

“What difference does that make, dad? I thought that he didn’t trust me, when all this time it was you that didn’t trust me.”

“Scott–” Jake started to interrupt.

“No, Jake, that’s fair. He’s right. I guess I didn’t trust him, and I don’t trust you.”

Jake’s hackles were rising. He did not like the direction this was headed. He did not miss the change from past tense to present tense, either - Jason still doesn't trust him.

“Don’t trust me? What the fuck does that mean?” His tone was flat, deadly. Jason did not appreciate the change.

“I don’t trust you with Scott. I didn’t trust that if he knew what you were, that you wouldn’t corrupt him. Make him like you.” He didn’t know when to stop. “Even do things to him. You know, sexual things.” He REALLY didn’t know when to stop.

Jake saw red. “You sick, hypocritical motherfucker!”

“Dad, what the fuck?!”

“Scott, he’s a deviant. He–”

“Scott, I need to get out of here, or I’ll do something he’s going to regret.”

“–fucks anything and everything. It’s not normal.”

“I’ll wait for you out in the car.”

“Oh, that’s right, can’t handle the truth. Run away with your tail between your legs.”

It took all of Jake’s considerable self control to ignore the cunt and calmly stand up.

“What the fuck JASON?! You’re the fucking deviant! You think I didn’t see?!” Scott was screaming, almost frothing at the mouth, “I saw you get hard you sick fuck! I saw you try and kiss your own BROTHER! And you have the gall, the nerve to call him a deviant!”

“I don’t know what sick stories your pervert uncle’s been feeding you, but perhaps its best you not see him anymor–”

Jake could stand no more. He leapt across the gap between him and Jason and felled him with a single hook. Jason screamed in pain. Jake began pummelling him, elbows and punches to the face, knees to the torso. Jason’s layers of fat gave him some protection, but he was no fighter. Jake had taken down a state MMA champion. This was brutally one-sided.

Scott screamed at him to stop, to get off. He tried to pull Jake off, but may as well try to move one of the Great Pyramids of Giza. Jason was unconscious, now, his head lolling from side to side with each blow.

“STOP! UNCLE JAKE! STOP IT! YOU’RE KILLING HIM!”

Scott did the only thing he could think of to do. He put himself in harms way and tried to get in between Jake and his father, hoping that Jake would see sense and stop raining down blows. Scott absorbed blow after blow after blow.

“UNCLE JAKE… PLEASE! You’re hurting me.” The last came as a whimper.

Jake finally snapped out of his berserk frenzy, but it was too late. Jason lay unconscious, bloody, bruised and battered, and Scott hadn’t fared much better.

“Scott, I’m–”

“Just go!” He screamed as he fumbled for his phone, dialling for an ambulance.

“Let me help–”

“I said GO! Yes, I need an ambulance, my dad's been injured!”

****

Jake stumbled out of the house. What the fuck had he done? Not Jason - that smarmy, hypocrite deserved it, but he never would’ve thought he could ever lay a hand on Scott. Ever.

He dialled. “Brad. Fuck. Thank fuck. I’ve fucked up.” And he began bawling and sobbing, his emotions running rampant.

What Jake had failed to realise is a universal truth – what goes up, must come down; every action has a reaction.

His body may be benefitting from the massive quantities of testosterone and unnatural hormonal levels but, even though it was endogenous, the effect of such massive changes on his mind, his emotions, his psyche were not so positive, and were accentuating the unsavoury aspects of his personality. Or, more succinctly, he was suffering from roid rage.