3 comments/ 14285 views/ 2 favorites His Bully and Himself Ch. 00 By: Apocryphus Prologue Bradley was brought up in a caring family, with a loving mom and dad. No other siblings would compete with him, and all the love was thus afforded to Bradley only. My dad hitherto had been very loyal to my mom until one day my mom received word from a friend that she saw him with another woman going into a hotel. It all became clear as to the nature of my dad, and after finally making him spit out the truth a divorce was filed. Thus, my dad moved out and I was brought up by my mom. At the age of 18 I wanted to move out of house for university, but I was unsuccessful in getting a place. I had to resit certain exams at school again. For some time my girlfriend would support me by offering the occasional sex, but although she wouldn't comment on the size of my cock I knew it was somewhat causing my performance to be lax. Probably because I wasn't open to trying new things, no pun intended. During Year 14, I was very much accustomed to studying hard in order to become a Chemist and study in the way of various chemicals and their uses. It was a fascinating topic to me, and I've always enjoyed it; but I think the family affair previously had thrown me off and very much affected me in such a way that it was almost unbearable and devastating to avoid. Indeed, this resolved me to greater experience in hoping that a fairer future might hold greater gifts than one presently. Not so much as the company of others with whom I've entrusted Jack our greatest confidence. "I think you'll succeed this time, Brad." "I hope so." And all small talk would continue as normal for the sake of the argument. Indeed, one difference between me and Jack so far was that unlike myself Jack was of an esteemed character with a pronounced facial complexity that overwhelmed the peers of his folk; indeed mostly popular among his own kind and only just turned eighteen:- rather it was the off-chance of my meeting him that spurred an entire engraving that would bring haste to the time at which once would sped in keeping their studies towards university. Those folk whom had occasionally pulled chairs away in the hopes of causing my fall had now fallen themselves with little accomplishments in their own lives. Teasing as they are, they were still a fun folk to engage with as I've always enjoyed banter of all kinds regardless. Between me and Jack many secrets were exchanged: including the fact I have only a 5" erect cock; and that he had one at 11" erect. My cock went into a sudden spasm as though it were electrified at the very thought of it; though I never considered myself gay. It might have been possible he noticed my bulge given my sudden fidgeting, but he played ignorant: and so have I. Having not told him that my virginity was still not lost; and his was, it had aroused a greater conversation in how he would engage his counterparts. First a flirt, a compliment; and then a poke; then a bit of touching, here and there; afterwards came the stripping and the pulling; and through every descent down to pleasure would the truest form of any human being finally were presented: an animalistic man who only wanted to establish his prowess and dominance over all others who opposed him. Warning me that I should not oppose him either, I gave him my word in a jokingly way. He smirked and looked down at me, but I respected his ego and thought it was a great substance to have in order to qualify for a better prospect in life; in contrast my lack of self-esteem and sudden moods of depression had made me value little in life. Indeed, because of this acceptable of he, he pronounced me his friend and held me in great trust. Our friendship would evolve for an extremely long time. I finally managed to reach University, and enrolled in Newcastle University while he went to Manchester University. He told me that we may meet again someday, and so I added him on Facebook. His profile was amusing, with pictures of him and his mates drunk and partying with other girls their age and enjoying the scene. It was a great profile to witness, almost iconic given the amount of friends he had. I felt I was a school of fish with he being the fisher and only pulling out those he wants to have the company of before throwing them back into the pond and for neglect. He continued making friends, and occasionally would talk about how his recent sexual experiences publicly on Facebook. Many would like his posts or share them with others; though with no nudity it's hard to get the real picture. Meanwhile I was half-way through first year at Newcastle Uni. and I've grown accustomed to the environment here. Many students here possibly just want to get on with their own work and simply study hard and leave uni as soon as possible. I understand that, and as a result I didn't make many friends here. I decided to browse the city centre and finally found a bar to settle in. One lad approached me and he was of a modest build: not muscular but not skinny either. Indeed, he was bulky and I suspect he's been spending time at the bar one too many times. He spoke with a rustic accent and addressed me in a manner not usual to me. Given I was from south-eastern England I am accustomed to a more sophisticated etiquette than this. His clothes were coarse. "Hi mate, how you doing?" Producing a response would indicate as to the nature of myself: "Hi, I am fine thanks, what about you?" He paused for a bit, probably taking notice of my Received Pronunciation accent which I inherited from my parents. I did try to sound a bit like him to fit in, but I guess it wasn't a success. "I'm good. You're not from around here, are ya?" I explained to him that I was from London and that I am here in Newcastle as a student, nothing more." "Nothing more? There's more in Newcastle than one meets the eye. There are really two worlds on this planet: the one we see, and the one we don't see. Would you like to check out the latter?" I was reluctant to answer, not knowing what was in store for me until at one point I gulped all what's left of my beer and answered: "Show me." "Follow me mate. By the way, my name is Desmond Doug. What's yours?" "Bradley Harrison." His Bully and Himself Ch. 01 Strangers can be closer than you think; for none were alike than greater than myself. For what image can be portrayed here could not be written nor drawn but into a world that descends greater into the world of the unimaginable. Of course I didn't know there were men and women of incredible height and body caressing one another with the very smoke of a certain stench which hit me like a bullet that almost struck me down. I was luckily caught by my escort whom I entrust myself to with great desire to know more of this place: a place where I am unaware as to how I can proceed, let alone escape. I wanted to escape, but I could not for I was drawn closer to the motions whereat the men and women who were enjoying their feats of their pleasure were amassing; no forejudgements were issued amongst them for they enjoyed their pleasure as though it were of one gender with no differentiation between whose mouth it was being issued or whose breasts were being licked or enjoyed. "They worship Pleasure, it is the essence of living." A stranger to my right had told me. "They enjoy it because there's nothing left in the old world to enjoy." Another on my left, who was intricately a blonde and gorgeous woman with breasts large and tanned that would astonish even Venus herself upon what creation she wrought. The room was of a good-size, approximately several metres in width and length with a good three metres in height from floor to ceiling so I estimated. While calculating this, I felt a hand slowly creeping up behind me through my left shoulder and down to my breast such that my body shivered in response to this motion: it was both frightening and ecstatic. I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting at all this. "I'm Denice, what's your name?" Whilst she caressed my breast slowly, and rubbing it everso. "My name is Brad." "Hunky name, but you are a little skinny." "Don't worry about that! He'll be sorted out soon." Interjected my escort, whom up until now I knew as Desmond. "Desmond?" "I'm not Desmond, buddy." He responded in a condescending manner which almost made me faint; before I could recuperate he later elaborated: "I am known as Desmond in the other world; but down here I am known as Impetus. What you knew of the other world, you shall now forget." "What do you mean?" "Come and meet Him; he always wants a new slave to serve him." "He is huge, and we all serve him to the end." Ejaculated Denice. I was pushed and grabbed my the arm into another room a bit darker than the last room I was in. Regardless, they were both candle-lit and not a trace of electricity in either. I guess in the 'other world' there was only darkness, and darkness appeared to have bonded with me greater than I would have with anyone else. Is this possibly my reckoning and life as to how it should be? Am I dreaming or is this a fantasy I am making up or writing into a story? I knew not. But I know for certain that this was reality, and I know that this motioned a figure who as tall as he is was being worshipped by both men and women alike: all nude including He. He was so handsome, with his eyes closed as one well-built man and busty woman took his great cock and gulped down on it while the other reciprocated with the very cleaning and stimulation of his shaft which sparkled with the saliva of his slaves. To them it was desert; to Him it was a delight and of neverending importance. I envied Him, but couldn't exactly identify who He was since there were so many people gathering around him; with some massaging his gorgeous and large feet while licking his toes and sucking on them and while his legs were adorned by kisses and oils that would engrave His ownership over them all over. I felt powerless. I felt like in a dreamy state. Possibly the smell of weed in the air threw me off and was succumbing to it. I felt like stripping off all my clothes and getting down on my knees and joining the company of whom were worshipping this Man's body from head to toe. He truly was gorgeous; he deserves every right to be a God and to replace Him as such. No one else could be his Equal. I envied him. After ten minutes of watching his slaves finish their work and retire to the next room: I finally found out that this Man had at all this time been the very person I met back in sixth form in London: Jack. What's worse is I didn't know his surname, or had forgotten it. As he smirked at me and smiled slyly, he stood up from his ornamentally large chair and approached me with his hung cock valiantly bowing before me with his feet, legs, abdomen, breasts and face all exposed before me. I was having a boner I never knew could reach such heights; it felt like someone was stretching my cock. "It's been a while, Brad." His first words ploughed my heart and I felt an infinite number of butterflies in my stomach just waiting to burst out. My stomach was shivering and so was I. "What's wrong?" He eqnuired. "Jack?" I couldn't think of anything to say. I thought maybe to add something more; I had so many questions and so much I wanted to hear after all these years that had past. What happened at uni? How did all this happen? What have I been missing? Where? When? How? Why? "Jack is the name you know from up there." He directed his finger upwards indicating this; "indeed, what must be emphasised is that I am not Jack here. I am very much a God, and behold what a mightier figure I am produced than you could ever be." "Does that explain why you removed me as a friend from Facebook?" "Friend? I have no friends. I have only myself and I can stand true amongst all without them. Indeed, that is not to say I am alone. We're all family here, and I am the Master and God: and you only just someone to pleasure me like that lady over there; and the other there." Again he pointed them out with a finger that long enough made me wonder where it had went up to. "Are we still friends?" "I am not your friend, buddy. I've hated you for all this time and have waited so long for this. I knew you liked me all along when you stared at my cock back at school. I knew you very well, through your mother." "What are you talking about?" "Bring the girls in." Before me I saw my girlfriend and mom enter the room from a back-door to the right and behind the chair. They were dressed in a very exotic outfit which exposed their beasts and only slightly their exposed figs. Before I knew it they were all over my former friend who was now smiling and laughing at me while I beheld a reality I could not be willing to accept. I was so weak, I felt like my sight would black-out instantly from this unforseen circumstance. I watched for minutes how my mom and possibly ex-girlfriend were caressing Jack's large breasts which were indeed magnificent. My ex was slowly rubbing her palm against his long and thick shaft while kissing his neck; while my mother delivered a kiss with tongue and saliva combined which passionate and so animalistic that aroused me yet again at this impending failure of mine to win over my girlfriend. I was now seeing myself being belittled and was slowly breaking down into tears which made me kneel before them; unbehest had I smelt Jack's gorgeous feet that smelt of mint and lavender both. "Mom? Jessie?" They both ignored me. "They're mine now. Your ex was once known as Jessie: she is now known as Sin. Your mother was once known as Daphne: she is now known as Androgelos." "Androgelos? What kind of fucked up shit are you making up here, Jack?" "It means harbinger of Man: one who would learn to please Him when he so asks for it and not insult him by calling him a 'fucked up shit'. By the way, my name is not Jack." "It's certainly not Jack; rather, it's dickhead!" As I looked up at him with tears running down my eyes; I couldn't control my anger, it was spilling over like too much wine over a cup. Within seconds Jack's feet was raised and he delivered a kick at my face whose toes had entered my nostrils far enough to cause me to sneeze and dive further onto the ground. Jack, approaching slowly had landed his delivered kick from hence and held me in my current position; and while he restrained me with his strong foot upon my back he leaned downwards and spat on my face and slapping me a few times. "You've chosen this path by answering to Impetus; and you wanted this because I could tell you are getting a boner from all this. You are one fucked up guy, aren't ya? The best I've seen so far since you managed to come in here alive and oppose me and still remain living." I tried to get a word out, but couldn't because I was that much in pain from the position I was, with my head to the side and looking up at my ex and mother whom I refuse to accept their real and false identities. Slowly and slowly they smiled and left the room and all was silent and dark with just me and Jack. "I am not Jack. My name is Genisarch, meaning "Original Birth". I am now your God and Master; and you will believe be it today, tomorrow, a year, a decade or even a century. Henceforward you answer to me and all your assets belong to me; and all your property belongs to me: including your mind, body, soul and all its value. Whatever your secrets or thoughts are, share them with me and I shall counsel you with all I have. In return, you shall gain shelter here and have endless Pleasure all you want, where you want, and when you want. I have more friends than you think; and if you refuse this offer I will ensure you will never get a job in your life and shall die a miserable old man with little or no Pleasure in your life whatsoever. I am in control now. Forget your government; forget your state; forget your money; forget your social status and what you work has; forget what you yearn to live for. Your accent makes me sick, and so does the way you talk; and that shall all be changed. There is no greater elite but us, and if it's We who shall prove that to you then We are more than glad to do so; it would be our Pleasure. Do you submit to me and accept all that you have unto me?" I reached a point where there was no turning back. I wanted happiness and Pleasure in life, and I wanted no compromises; if it means for Pleasure and to enjoy it, then I will deliver myself upon Genisarch's feet to gain all I can and change just for him and only for him. "I do submit to you, Genisarch and do offer all I have including my mind, body and soul." He lifted his foot off me and beckoned me to stand up and sit next to him on a carpeted floor with a document he waved at me. I approached him and sat next to him, and for the first time we were so close I could feel his left shoulder pressing against my right. I was shivering yet again, and then he held me close, leant over and delivered a kiss unto my lips which was both warm and soothing. It was the first time I was ever kissed by a man, and was glad to have Genisarch as my first. He signed a contract under his name, signature and dated it with his own blood. I could tell because the supposed ink was becoming brown. There's one thing I know from Chemistry. "Since you have graduated, you would be of useful income to us and may be of greater assistance in the field you work in. Print your name, sign it and date it. But, I must do something first." He held up a knife and frightened as though he were going to stab me with it, he began slitting his left arm from elbow downwards to his wrist and then slowly turning my right arm he began to do the same. I screamed but his soothing words of assurance made me feel better and after a few seconds I was starting to feel faint with the blood gushing out of my arm. He dipped the pen into my arm which was still tainted with his blood; and now full with ink I printed my name. I had to do this several times before I could fully print my name, and sign it as well as dating it. With blood still gushing Genisarch smiled at me and kissed me again with our feet rubbing against each other. "And now, we are one as blood brothers." He placed his slit arm against mine, and as though a bonding were taking place I slowly felt weaker and weaker. With the sound of his breathing falling against mine I could hear only a few sentences from him as though to beckon others in: "Strip him naked and burn his clothes; cut off all his hair, and burn those too. Look through his bags and bring anything of value to me, we will begin greater processes tomorrow." "What is his name?" Asked one of his slaves. "We shall call him Percival." As they dragged Percival away with blood dripping from his arm and difficulty breathing was he later brought to another room for he to recuperate and a new dawn to shine upon him forever more. His Bully and Himself Ch. 02 In the midst of darkness did Bradley slumber peacefully and for the first time had a peace of mind that within him allowed the time to absorb all that had past these 24 hours. Whatever he thought before was only just a remnant, and now shattered; this would only create him anew before a greater Man who may be served only to be pleased while all who oppose him would suffer a greater feat of defeat. Yet while I dreamt of the Freedom and dignity which I earnestly afford and desire; yet none could be more satisfying than the lack thereof; while you enjoy to submit to me and do without failure bend over while I override that faceted pain with the pleasurable one: that is where thy instincts lie, and so shall it be where you are placed. Aye, at my feet and yours at heart where your own body shivers at my touch; and your eyes focused at my gaze; those ears given mine only attention ere they be lost: for what use is hearing when you could just see for the glory I am and only submit anyway? I crave for everyone's submission, and I desire it. I desire it because it is my pleasure; without it shall be my cataclysm. Lo and watch by as the night hastens through its solitary state and by greater watch find we our followers in their sleep whose pacifiable rest of pleasure's bring greater anew from dawn. Bradley listen well, and so shall you: that these whores are more than an entire family; but less than a den of wolves: and with whom you sleep with that haughty brunette? Your tastes are wild, and so are mine. Meanwhile, Jack walked away from the room, waking one of his mistresses for an early fun. Her name was Farah: not a Latin name, nor Western; but rather of Eastern and so she is. Her black and flaunting curls enticed the better of Jack whom she is described by him as his 'estranged angel'; for she had only one thing in her mind: to please her Master not for love nor for the sake of it, but solely for pleasure and the happiness that gave them both. Indeed, she is Jack's favourite; and this aroused the jealousy of Jessie whom she gave up Bradley for just to be with him. Feelings of anguish and disgust at Jack prompted her for a little taste of revenge. I was woken up by the greatest sensation of having my dearest girlfriend Jessie whom she was now known as Sin did indeed give word as to the Reason of this new name; she gulped and choked at my cock as she ransacked my balls with her warm and thick saliva that ran down from hence to my feet from which she sucked and slurped on my toes, delivering the final stroke at my cock while her tongue rolled through my legs up to my nipples and with one thrust did I grab hold of her head and thrust her down on the mightiest path to my big cock and forcing her throat to succumb to my great weapon whose desire is to conquer and arouse my estranged angel to her greatest orgasm of the day; that let none match hers; that let not even wimps to the likes of Percival in comparison to myself never see that light of day. As I stood but failed; she was already above me with her pussy slowly consuming my cock greedily and with hunger that gushed forth her first issue of juice that spilt over my cock as I began pounding away at her pussy. Looking to my side I saw my mother watching and smiling at me as more men and women gathered round me offering their breasts, cocks, pussies and mouths at my desire; I was never so much more horny in my life, I swear I must've been drugged. I enquired whether I was in a dream, but a good cockslap knocked more sense to me so as to hug it with my lips as to the tender touch of my tongue brought forth its valiant steed to a greater complexion and tall structure that would encompass through my mouth down my throat for seconds; withstanding that gag reflex was in my sole desire to overcome. I no longer cared about what my body could no longer resist; nor did I want the love of others, but rather their own juices and pleasure for mine to enjoy. "Yeh, suck that cock real good!" "And mine as well." Another man added, as more slowly approached. "Eat my pussy before I get another guy to finish the job. What are you, a wimp?" Shouted a stranger woman from behind. And with that comment I took hold of Jessie with a strength that would hold her in place with no notion for motion; and as I thrust myself in and out of her with acuity as swift as lightning and of the abrupt groans and moans ushered by both of us would wake the entire rooms that even Genisarch shall hear our great cry and moans of ecstasy as sweat bellowed from my head downwards; and letting go of all memories erewhile I reckoned myself with this new life of constant pleasure and do affirm my dedication to both Genisarch and Pleasure at the behest of my body, mind, soul and all my assets and possessions that I shall give up solely for the pursuit of Pleasure and Happiness; for none can be paralleled farther than this. Entering forth, my great leader and Master: He enters. He enters slowly with his mistress and others; looking down at the scene beheld as I swallowed two cocks in whole while fucking what was once my girlfriend no more but a mere whore just for I to fuck and enjoy while another guy from her behind thrust his long and daring cock up her arse as we both ploughed her to the ends of the Earth that would cement our authority over her for the remainder of this session. Whereas the taste of pussy juice and cum both was like having a mixture of vodka and another substance together; nothing could compare here. That strong and salty taste of cum compared to the sweet and elegant pussy I crave for ushered out more fervent rage into Sin as I gave my entire devoted time and effort into her. It wasn't long before Genisarch pulled one of his henchmen out of and started pounding away at her arse. Pulling out and standing atop her I released a hot string of cum that shot at her with an acceleration less than a second to be ever captured. With load after load I gave her as she swallowed it, and kissed the remains of all that was left. Slowly leaving the room I sat in the lounge with the warmth of fire and candles around me, smoking opium, resting after hours and hours of a lengthy session. I looked back and watched as Genisarch pulled out and released all his thick load onto her back, rubbing it all in like a lotion. He looked behind me and smiled with his sparkling eyes and a stalwart pose beckoned us to sit and chat. "You understand now, Percival." "Do I?" "Pleasure is what keeps us human; it is pleasure that makes us whole; it is pleasure of that we seek. Modesty and clothing are just cover-ups and disguises. Outside these walls you would clothe yourself so and behave in a manner that is approachable and impressible among those you are with. But behind the disguise you are no different than an animal, who just wants to have a bit of fun." "I don't just want a bit; I want more and all. I don't want to be just limited to these pleasures." "And I will teach you; I trust you with all this. Sooner or later you will be able to dominate guys in the open world and make them bend to your will. Leave your old self behind, and leave the life you had; for the new life is just round the corner awaiting your call and assumption." It later became obvious that Jack wanted Bradley to go out into the open world and explore pleasure there and spread it to those who have an insatiable desire deeply repressed and just waiting for someone to bring it all up for them. But what of those who just don't know whether to bring it up or not? Those kind would be a primary target for Percival, or otherwise in that world known as Brad. These targets would be those who are wimps, and are indeed so according to Jack. Indeed, Jack wanted these wimps before him so they could understand their place. "You see, Percival, these wimps who roam the world are the ones who destroy Pleasure and advocate their greed through manifestations of injustice and money. Them rich folk, who are so perused by money would do anything just to get what they want. But do we have money? No. But we have something that could control them and bend them over so hard they'll not know what's coming. And they're cheap too!" "I don't really have the courage to confront them; I don't know how I can entice them." "It's all in the attitude and how you want it. I'll teach you, and let it be for great Reason to guide you forth and be the biggest womaniser of both men and women you can be." Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jessie and Daphne spoke. "Daphne, are we sure our choices were right?" "When you have a husband who cheated on you, and only one younger was there to comfort ye and care for ye, then you'll understand why I made this choice. I am a woman with needs; and a woman who wants a real man to fuck me. My son is too wimpy and weak, and I brought him here deliberately through Impetus so he can be just like Jack, or so I should call him Genisarch." Brad entered the kitchen; he looked at both Daphne and Jessie slyly and attended to getting food. "Do you still love me, Brad?" "I don't, Jessie; you just need to be there when I'm horny." With that answer all faces smiled in the room. Perhaps Brad was indeed learning; and was indeed becoming colder and more cruel by each answer. He really is turning and transforming and becoming much bigger than he is. Days have went past since he started going to the gym and working out; his muscles are already starting to take shape. Never mind his cock size, Jack reminded everyone. Still a wimp, his mother thought; maybe he should be the one subjected to torture not would-be victims. Infact, everyone went to the gym; albeit different gyms to avoid suspicions. Everyone had a duty to be as hot and attractive so they can bring people to their lair and bring them through the pillars of Pleasure where their insatiable needs are satisfied. Brad recalls when Jack called him at work asking him to come quick for a bi couple were lured into our lair and they're just about to have fun. Brad rushed back home as soon as work was finished, bringing with him a raging hard boner ready to pound both the couple's arses until they drop in exhaustion. As soon as he was home, he already heard noises coming from the large bedroom adjacent to the lounge. It sounded like Jack, rather than one of the guys from the other room. Creeping slower and slower towards the room he heard more noises and cries. It appeared there were more people in Jack's bedroom. Slowly opening he beheld a scene which enraged not only he but his cock as well. Jack was fucking Brad's mother missionary style. It was brutal; it almost looked like rape where Jack's cock was literally stabbing at Daphne's pussy as though she were being fisted or something: it felt so unreal. The size of that monster between Jack's legs, and the figure beheld under Jack's grip: a busty MILF with antagonising breasts that were so big it were as though mangos were on display. They really were mangos, and big ones too. Meanwhile, men slapped and squeezed Daphne's breasts while Jack continued pounding away. "Mommy!" cried out Brad. "Mommy" and again; but his mother didn't notice him. Jack angered that he was being interrupted tilted his head to his right, staring down at Brad who was now on the floor weeping once again, noticing his hard cock; he laughed with an evil grin which emitted a cold and dark spirit about Brad. "I'm sorry buddy, but this MILF ain't your mom no more! She's mine now, and she needs a real man to please her. Your dad left her for another woman because he's a dickhead, and we'll get him for that I promise! Oh, and by the way: you're next! Get him, boys!" Ordering his henchmen to grab Brad and position him under Daphne's pussy watching him fuck his mother with no mercy and in the roughest manner possible. Sweat that leaked from his back down his arse rained upon Brad as tears befell his eyes at the sight of his once best friend now pounding away at his climaxing mom. During this time, Brad's henchmen were cheering and shouting "MILF! MILF! MILF!" while Jack pounded her pussy, noticing that he wasn't wearing a condom. "Brad, buddy, I like you very much but you'll now have to respect me since I am now about to become a dad! Yep, that's right; me and your 'mommy' are gonna get married and I'm just getting started in establishing the Superior Family of this Fraternity. Indeed, I hate you Brad because you are part of the older generation." "But, aren't you?" "My generation is always anew; I cannot die away like you can." Grunting heavier and heavier Jack gasped for air and moaned while Daphne gushed forth a wave of orgasms that soaked Jack's cock and Brad's face. After ten minutes of non-stop pounding it was becoming clear that Jack was now about to establish his prominence and engrave himself into the very heart of Brad's family. "Ah yeh! I'm cumming baby; I'm gonna fucking impregnate you big time babe!" Moaning louder and louder on top of all the cheers and applause did Jack ejaculate a thick and white load so intense and large that a handful fell on Brad's eyes, nose and mouth. Jack really is a God; he really could get any woman he wanted, and he had no one to oppose him. With Daphne's fertile womb now filled with Jack's seed, it became clear to Brad what he wanted. "Why would you betray me like this. I thought we were friends?" "Firstly, you're not my friend; secondly, I have no friends; thirdly, I want a family that would inherit my traits and your mother's. Henceforward, I am your father and deserve to be treated like one." "He's right, Brad. You must respect him; he manages this place and requires your assistance." "Indeed; I don't want you to be angry with me Brad. I love you as a son and my blood-brother as equals. I wouldn't have taught you all the tricks to get girls and guys under your feet in order to bring them to bed. Look what I've done with you!" He laughed loudly with the rest of the company. Brad was recuperating and it became clear that tears and anger were of no use; but when one can't beat his enemies one must join them. "I accept you as my father. I love you, and I don't want to betray you." Stoicly announced Brad. He then went down on Jack's large feet and kissed them, with Jack smiling down at him as he looked up into his eyes. How sudden it all was; and how much that could have happened. Over weeks, Jack continued to teach Brad about his ways and why there's no real use in giving your entire heart or love away unless there's more than enough left for yourself. Indeed, Jack taught that one must love themeselves before loving another; and that only by conquering one's self could they conquer others indefinitely. Brad heeded all this. Evidently, Brad decided to be a bit more assertive and requested for Jack to drop the requirement to pronounce each other by these Greek names. Jack impressed by this approach, accepted and issued an edict that allowed them to address one another by their real first names. It was time to invade the outer world rather than escaping from it. All who submitted to Jack would always find shelter at his home, which shall also include Brad's mother and himself as one blood. Change always occurs, and one must accept that and enter the world above in finding greater pleasures from within. Within a month, Brad's mother became noticingly pregnant; and this turned Brad on. Jack noticing this said that he would be able to indulge in all the same pleasures he wanted: seeing other men fuck and impregnate those he held dear. Indeed, this was the way he wanted it: better a cunning submissive than a tripped Master. Let them fuck, and you shall have pleasure. For it was now his journey to explore and not escape; for it was not in Jack's interest to follow. "I want to stay here and take care of your mom. We don't have money to get married, but we'll make-do." Brad promised to return and tell the tales of all that's happened. Farah and Jessie being two best friends decided to move to London and get jobs there. They wouldn't utter their secret to anyone that they're both part of our Fraternity. Indeed, the truth would have to be told sooner or later. My job wasn't the best, as I was only a tester for various chemicals at pharmaceutical company. Indeed, Jack promised that it was not the end; for I was offered a job in Manchester and so there I shall depart. I looked back at Newcastle with feelings of mixed intensity: both anger and hatred with a touch of love and pity for Jack; not only for falling in love with my mom, but also impregnating her; alas not being able to afford a marriage must have made him distraught. Though it never showed, pleasure always made him the happier and more successful man among his peers when it came to sex. He was good at it, and it wasn't an exaggeration. I think I'm ready now from what I've been taught for all this time. I shall now testify this knowledge I received and put it to good use within the city of Manchester where pleasure awaits and a ascension to that of a bully shall injure the spirits of any who would oppose me and take anyone whom I enjoy. Alas, I enjoy being victimised too; so I'll have to work something out: probably a compromise... for now.