Strange Minds (A Saga of Older Male Taming)9
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The Fine One and the Other One 9
Strange Minds (A Saga of Older Male Taming)
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Chapter 9
The following material is a journal entry of Harris Perkins, which has been recorded as evidence regarding the missing case of Leu Perkins. As its content indicates, the disappearance of Mr. Perkins is related to Leu Perkinds's son Harris Perkins, and yet, the nature of the journal has been deemed as false and inaccurate.
May 25, 2021. Tuesday
*Someone is watching us
I suspect the emails I have been sent out were never received. My bank account and email accounts are being monitored; every time I make a purchase, my phone will receive a strange animal emoji. I guessed I have gone mad as my wife told me- but I suspect there was something changed in me after I reached out to that person on Reddit.
Why the fuck did I do that--I have no idea who I was talking to--it could be someone who read the post and decide to scheme me-- and I fell for it.
All the stress, terrors, and disturbing visions appear to me in their most vivid form finally made me lost it--unless that's what I told myself--otherwise I won't know how to explain last night; I woke up, felt an itch on my back, so I went to check in the bathroom mirror--and I was stunned by what I saw--a bloom of flower mapping out on the back of my shoulder; its petals, gilded with golden color on the edges, bursting out of my skin and left a trace of blood streaming down my back.
An arm came into my vision as I looked at the flower in awe. It surrounded me out of the darkness from behind, reaching to my mouth, nipples, and my crotch; muted me by covering my mouth in brief seconds, assaulting my glands and the shaft of my dick. I was helpless, disoriented, as I was being nailed onto the floor in my own bathroom with my wife snoring outside.
Whoever maneuvers these arms does know how to tease; they know how to test my endurance and tried their best to keep me on edge without letting me cum.
The itchiness brought by the flower grew worse and worse on my back. I felt those sensations, like bearing a painful scar rippling on my entire body, and have found a way into my brain, kept me from being satisfied.
Slowly, two beaming spots appeared behind me and slowly, turned into a pair of glowing eyes-the person behind those eyes slowly showing his teeth and made a smirk. I have never felt so terrified in my life that I was shaking and wriggling into my invisible trap--finally felt breezy of cool air blown onto my back-- I snapped out of it and realized I was holding my dick, at the time was raging hard, and I had soaked myself in sweat.
An idea hit me, now think of it, it was almost as if someone had planted it there; I started thinking of my dad, I need to see him and talk to him. I bet he has some answers-- I couldn't forget that day, the day we were both abducted, tied, and gagged like we are a herd of cattle, forced to see each other being stripped, assaulted, and raped in front of each other as no other father-son should ever see. And somehow we just didn't want to talk about it afterward.
I went back to bed and told Amy I am going to ask my dad to come over tomorrow for a barbecue and she kissed me, said okay then fall back to sleep.
The sleepiness slipped me, so I left our bedroom and went to the living room to start my daily writing.
I cried before typing down my feelings; some of the most blurring memories of my mom suddenly came to me surly, now think of it, I am really grateful for her to make me keep journals as a habit, which I have made into a solidified part of my day, to write down the small debris of life. Maybe my dad has an answer for this, Yes, he had to have an answer for this.
May 26, 2021, Wednesday
It is my day off, I went out earlier in the day for a grocery shopping trip, got all the things ready for the barbecue. I have been anxious to see dad. I knew he was hiding from me ever since what had happened to us last year. But no matter what, I got to have an answer today-- to which answer I am waiting, I am not sure either.
My dad arrived, with his new girlfriend. He carried himself very well, a veteran of half Venezuelan and half white descent, who certainly cared about how he looks and looks good for a 70-years-old; He has a glowing tone of his skin that radiates masculinity from his youth to this day. We hugged, settled, and caught up as I attended the food.
The night fell--Everyone enjoyed the food-- and my dad sat with me in the backyard. Amy and my dad's girlfriend are sitting with the kids inside.
I am finally alone with my dad.
"Dad, can we talk about what had happened to us last year?"
"What do you want to talk about?" he replied to me with alertness and bright eyes. "We were kidnapped by some perverts and we escaped. What is more there to talk"
"I don't know, I just, I have been having these dreams"
I saw my dad become uneasy as soon as I brought up my dreams.
"So go see a psychiatrist, Amy and I will be supportive if that's what you worried about."
"No, that's not really what I meant," I said.
Then I did something horrible, I didn't understand why I did it-- I reached over and started pinching his nipples.
My dick was getting hard as I tightened my fingers on his nipple.
"What the fuck you think you doing"
I could see he was clearly shocked, and I was waiting for him to push me or punched me in the face, but neither of those happened. He just sat there, looking at me as I continuously put pressure on his nipples.
"I am sorry," I could barely put words together "I don't know why I am doing this, I just wanted to talk"
"Okay, then talk" still he didn't stop me, just sat there and looked at me like he didn't know me. I felt frustrated somehow, so I moved one of my hands down to his crotch and cupped his dick in my hand; the sensation of having this huge ball of the bulge in my hands made me leak in my pants. The two of us are just situated in our lounge chairs, looking at each other silently as I am fondling this man whom I have called father for all my life.
"Not here," He broke the silence, though whispering under his breath, peeking left and right， wanting to make sure that no one in the house is looking at us; everyone is in the house at the moment, there is a clear passage between us and them. But the barbecue smoke and the evening fog did help to disguise our body.
I gestured to him to go to the garage after letting go of his nipple and my grip on his dick. A sign of relief escaped from him as he straightened his back, started moving to the garage door. Even though he was extremely uneasy about what had happened, I could see there was a sign of expectation from the way he walked, peeking left and right, as if we could have got caught.
I shouted to my wife and told her the meat is almost ready, I am going to show my dad something in the garage. My dad turned to me, looking at me as if he was having a heart attack.
"It's okay, she never goes to the garage, always say it was a dump. "
"Good"
As soon as I closed the door behind us and locked the door I looked over to him.
"I have been having nightmares," I started approaching and looked at him straight in the eye. "And you are in it"
His bulge has once again between my fingers, but this time I have let it all go, feeling its outline and worshiping the sensation it had brought upon me.
He stood stoically and indulged every move I made on him
"Me too," He replied sheepishly "and I don't know why."
I started slowly reaching to his belt, unbuckling it and desperately getting my hand inside his pants to feel the warmth between his legs.
*Why am I doing this to my own dad
I felt disguised but knew I would regret it if I stopped--he is such a bear of a burly-thick-build-man who spent all his life doing blue-collar works and traveling long distances. Every inch of his body is solid yet meaty like a good chunk of delicious-medium-rare steak covered with a thick layer of jet-black hair. I could smell him as well; a musk that reminds me how terrible he could be by taking care of his own hygiene- not wanting to take a shower after his daily run-- which is something my mom always had an issue about, yet at this moment, it entices me, as I feel the particles of him rushing into my nostril.
He looked at me and mesmerized at the sight that I was inhaling him, toying his bits and cupping those low hangers; the feeling has started making me groan and moan and soak my hands with the dripping-wet precum from the glans of his dick.
I took some of it and extended it into his mouth. He looked at me as if he was disgusted, but I forcibly pushed my finger, making him understand that I needed this to happen; he needed to taste his own pre-cum, smell his own scent and watch his own son fondle his dick so he would understand how I would feel about him, as a son to his father, a man to another man, god, he is oozing sex, so I just had to take him, feel him and savor him.
I ripped his pants off forcibly-- it scared him-- and I rounded my hand to his back, feeling his ass up with my palm as if he was just a small, ragged, and second-handed drum-playing toy monkey. I put one of my hands on his mouth and started to jerk him with a strong grip. He looked at me, widening his eyes, acting as if he was going to scream.
That's when I slapped him.
I slapped him hard
"Don't you even think about screaming, you piece of shit," I tighten my grips "Let me know if you were going to cum"
He swallowed the scream, but I could sense he was extremely uncomfortable, which didn't stop him from approaching the edge.
"I am close, I am close..." He uttered the words as he pants.
"Nice"
I stopped.
" I am going to your house tonight," I knew he lived by himself despite the fact that he has been seeing his girlfriend for 4 months. "Leave your door open, and get naked." I took grip at his ball. "Kneel on the floor and wait for me, and we will finish talking then...," Converted by sweat and stunned at my words, he looked at me confused.
I tighten my grip
"Do you understand?" I asked.
He shuddered from the pain, nodded like his life depends on it.
We went back to the party. 45 minutes later, My dad said he's not feeling well, and he wanted to go home. The girlfriend, who is a very nice lady, got really concerned. They were out of the house in 10 minutes. I waited another hour and told Amy that I needed to check on my dad. She put me in her brace.
"He will be fine," She said.
I opened his door, facing the complete darkness in his living room, and walked towards the kitchen where the only night light was on. I saw my dad kneeling there with his hands behind his back and naked as the day he was born. I was ecstatic.
I took one of his nipples and pulled it so hard that he had to stand up, push his chest out, and look me straight in the eye.
"You will be fine, daddy," I said to him as I stroke his hardening nipple.
2 hours ago
Things were the same as they were 2 hours ago; nothing could be the same after a bomb just dropped. Mails, bills, and the gravels in the plant's pot scattered on the floor.
Miller, naked as he is, looked at the clock on the wall--3 p.m. "He really sent me back in time?" amazed by what he had seen, Miller jumped, before feeling Something grab his balls, feeling he had just got punched in his stomach and realized even though they have been separated by time, Baihu still controls a part of his body. He felt ashamed but weirdly knowing his own shamefulness is also keeping his dick hard.
"That hurts" Miller yelled to the air in the house, he wanted to know if Baihu was listening.
A slap came to Miller's dick and made him jump again.
"So what is this gonna be? You gonna talk to me by playing with my dick?"
He felt his dick had been stroked a couple of times and it went rigid hard instantly.
"Are all Chinese gods perverts like you?" continued Miller.
*Slap a sharp pain has been afflicted on his ball.
"Shit, okay..." Like a deflated balloon, Miller shut his mouth and did not want to enrage the god who could castrate him in an alternative timeline.
*Something is rattling in the back of the house; It sounds to Miller like some trapped animals growling to be free. At the same time, he felt more stroking on his dick and the movement in his ass came back. He let out a moan. "Asshole" Miller cursed in his mind and secretly enjoyed the pleasure from both ends. He knew this is Baihu giving him a signal and telling him to go to the noise.
Right at this moment, a figure appeared by the door. "Freeze," the figure shouted, " slowly turn around and put your hand where I can see them."
Miller panicked; he did not follow the command, instead, he started running, as he tried to peek behind his shoulder.
*Bang
A bullet was shot; Miller did not feel a thing--he couldn't move a step further-- and slowly fell to the floor; his chest felt an insurmountable pressure--something warm was coming out of his mouth--, and his vision was turning dark.
"Who the fuck are you" the figure screamed panic. Miller lay on the floor and watched the figure come closer.
*It was HIMSELF
A man, who has the same face as Miller, same shoes and haircut, whereas the only difference is he is not naked.
Baihu's words popped into Miller's mind as he stared into the dark of nothingness.
"I'm more worried about you in the past. Hide well"