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Subject: Mark of the Brotherhood: Chapter 4 This fictional story features incest, sex scenes between men and boys, and supernatural elements. If you are offended by any of this, please do not read any further. If you are a minor, leave now. Nifty is a one of kind resource for a special kind of erotica, and both writers and readers benefit greatly from your support. Please donate to this awesome site fty/ **** Sitting upright on his bed with his legs akimbo, Caleb leaned back on his hands, supporting his upper body as his younger brother, Jaxon, straddled his lap. Wrapping his arms around his brother's neck, the 11 year old boy panted heavily as he bounced his little butt up and down on his dick. Awakened by his younger brother early on a Saturday morning, the 15 year old athlete had become aroused after the boy had crawled into his bed, reached into his boxers, and started playing with his penis. Hearing Jaxon's little butt cheeks slapping against his pelvis, Caleb breathed heavily as he felt his brother aggressively milk his load from his cock. "Shit! Jax...shit!" Said Caleb, scrunching up his face. Caleb let out a low grunting noise as he released a healthy dose of spunk inside his younger brother's hole. Relaxing in his afterglow, the teenager watched his little brother continue to bob up and down on his hard cock in an attempt to bring himself to orgasm. "Ugn! Ugnnn!" Moaned Jaxon. Looking down to watch the boy get his nut without touching himself, Caleb suddenly snapped his eyes closed when Jaxon's substantial load shot upwards, spraying him in the face. As his brother's cream dripped from his eyes, Caleb heard Jaxon giggling on his lap, laughing at the sight of his brother's freshly glazed face. "Jax, come on! This shit's in my eyes! Help me!" Complained Caleb. Continuing to giggle, Jaxon wiped his load from his older brother's eyelids with his hands. Moving his fingers down to his older brother's mouth, the adolescent boy attempted to feed him his load as Caleb jerked his head back in surprise. "You little asshole!" Chuckled Caleb. Pushing his brother onto his bed, Caleb jumped on top of him, playfully rubbing his cum drenched face on Jaxon as the boy giggled wildly. After rolling around on his bed with his little brother, licking and sucking every part of his naked young body, Caleb attempted to calm the boy down. "Alright dude, time to chill." Still wanting to play, Jaxon ignored his brother's command. "Come on, Caleb. Can't we do it one more time?" "Dude! We already did it like two times! My johnson's startin to get raw. Now come on, I got practice later. Just go back to sleep." Snuggling up against his older brother's smooth, toned chest, Jaxon stretched his neck up to kiss his jaw. Caleb tilted his head down to kiss his younger brother back, hoping that by reciprocating his affection the boy would finally decide to settle down. After lying next to Caleb for ten minutes, Jaxon quietly crawled out of his bed when heard the teenager begin to snore. Still feeling aroused, the boy snuck out of his middle brother's room, running naked down the hallway as Caleb's cum ran down his inner thigh to crawl into bed with his big brother, Adam. **** Later on that afternoon, Bruce sat at the antique wooden desk in his study going over some legal contracts when he heard someone noisely enter his home. Walking out of the room to approach the stairway to the second floor of his house, he looked up just in time to see the back of his son, Caleb, as he quickly ran up the stairs. Hearing the teen boy's bedroom door slam shut, Bruce immediately felt compelled to investigate. Climbing the stairs to his son's room, the high priest knocked on his door. "Caleb, son...you alright?" Not getting a response, Bruce let himself into the boy's room. Quickly scanning the area with his eyes, the high priest spotted his son curled up on his bed. Walking towards him, Bruce climbed onto the bed to spoon the boy. "Hey...what's going on, buddy? Come on, talk to me." Abruptly sitting up, Caleb looked at his father with a scowl on his face. Glancing up at his son, Bruce immediately noticed the black and blue shiner covering his right eye. Seeing the large bruise on his boy's face, the high priest was livid. "What happened? Who the hell did this?!" "Andy and I were taking a shower after practice. We didn't think anyone else was around, so we started playing with each others dicks." Andy was Caleb's best friend, second only to his brother, Adam. Andy and his father were also members of the brotherhood. "Coach Hicks walked by and saw us. He yelled at us to get outta the shower. When we were getting dressed, he told us that what we did was disgusting. He said he wouldn't have any fags in his locker room. He cut us from the team, dad. I told him he couldn't do that, and he said he could do whatever he wanted. I told him to go fuck himself...that's when he slugged me." Bruce became enraged. Standing up, he began to quickly pace the length of his son's room. "Dad, you can't do anything! Coach Hicks said if we told anyone what happened, he would tell everyone what Andy and I were doing in the shower!" Bruce looked at Caleb, becoming angrier when he thought about the adult that had assaulted his precious son. "Don't worry, Caleb. Nothing's gonna happen to you or Andy. I'm not going to the school with this. We're gonna handle this according to the rules of the brotherhood. No one lays hands on my boy and gets away with it!" Scooting off of his bed, Caleb embraced his father. Bruce held his son firmly in his arms, consoling him as he carefully plotted his revenge. **** The following Monday, Bruce sat at his desk in his office when he heard his assistant's notification signal. "Yes Sarah?" "Mr. Clark, your eleven o'clock is here." "Send him in." Bruce leaned back in his chair as he watched the pompous, high school coach saunter into his office. "Mr. Hicks. Thank you for coming. Why don't you have a seat?" Sitting down in a şişli travesti chair opposite Bruce's desk, the fit, brown haired, brown eyed coach stared at the lawyer with a smug look on his face. "I invited you here today to discuss the incident that happened with my son over the-" "Yeah, why don't we cut the shit, lawyer man. You invited me here because you wanna pay me off so that I'll keep quiet about your pervert son. Yeah, I've dealt with you Ivy League trust fund fucks before. You're always looking to pay people off to cover up your dirty little secrets. Well, let me tell you, I won't accept less than $20,000 dollars for my silence, so you better be able to pony-" "Stop talking, Mr. Hicks!" Interrupted Bruce as he began to use his power to push the man. Suddenly, the coach realized he could no longer form words. Alarmed, he quickly rose out of his seat. "SIT down, Mr. Hicks!" Barked Bruce. Going against his own will, the coach found himself sinking back down in the chair. Bruce stood up from his desk, chuckling. "Ah, Mr. Hicks. You think you know me and my family? You have no idea. The only reason you're not screaming in agony and praying for death right now is because I have decided to take a different approach to dealing with you." The coach sat silently glued to his chair, trying to figure out what was happening as Bruce continued to talk. "See, I had my people do a little digging around, and it seems assaulting gay teenage boys is...kinda your thing. I've known homophobic asshole basher's like you my whole life. Too often, many of you pieces of shit never get your come uppance. But that's going to change today." Bruce leaned over, whispering into the coach's ear. "You never should've put your hands on my son." The coach swallowed hard as he glanced sideways at the high priest, unable to move his head. "Stand up and take your clothes off, Mr. Hicks." Commanded Bruce as he continued to mentally control the man with his powers. Getting up off the chair, the coach reluctantly began to strip down; methodically the man removed his suit jacket, his shirt, then his shoes and jeans, finally shucking his socks and underwear. Hicks stood completely naked in front of Bruce, doing his best to avert the gaze of the high priest. Walking around him in a circle, Bruce purposely gawked at the body of the nude, chiseled man. "Wow! Great physique. But I suppose you would still have one being a failed, former soccer player." Bruce reached down to cup one of the coach's firm, bare ass cheeks with his hand grazing the man's tight sphincter with his fingers. This elicited a look of anger from the man, pleasing Bruce before he sat back down at his desk. "I know you want to speak, Mr. Hicks. Why don't you go ahead." "YOU MUTHERFUCKER! I don't know how you're doing this but the first chance I get, I'm gonna kill your faggot ass!" Screamed the coach. Smiling wickedly, Bruce responded. "Oh Mr. Hicks...after I decide to let you go, you'll be doing everything you can to get away from us." The coach stared at Bruce, confused. "What do you mean...us?" Bruce grinned like a Cheshire cat. "First things first...play with your dick." A disturbed look fell across the coach's face when he reached his hand down, unable to stop himself from jerking his cock in front of the high priest. "Caleb..e on out, son." Hicks watched nervously as the teen emerged from his father's private office bathroom. Humiliated by the boy seeing him naked and masturbating, the coach threw daggers with his eyes at the high priest. "Hey, Mr Hicks. Nice cock...for an infant!" Said Caleb, smiling broadly. Hicks scowled, looking away from the teen. Bruce chuckled at his son's burn. "Yes, I think your little brother's even bigger than he is." Just as Hicks was about to speak, Bruce stopped him by numbing his mind. "Caleb, I know this guy is an asshole. But do you think that means he can't give good head? Because I'm shuffling through his past memories...and although I'm seeing a lot of date rapes with defenseless young women, I can also see he's had a few cocks in his mouth too." Hicks turned bright red, shaking with anger and fear as his most intimate secrets were revealed to the room. Seeing the man's reaction, Bruce allowed the coach to speak. "Who the hell are you people?!" Seethed Hicks. Putting his arm around Caleb's waist as the boy leaned on his father's shoulder, the high priest smiled wickedly. "You're about to find out. On your knees, Mr. Hicks." Hicks attempted to fight the command of the high priest. Feeling his resistance, Bruce began to put pressure on the capillaries in the man's brain, causing him immense discomfort. "AAAHHH!" Cried the coach, sweating. "I know this hurts. Don't fight me, Mr. Hicks. You could have a stroke." Breathing heavily, Hicks gave in. Getting down on his knees, the soccer coach began to glare at Bruce and his son. Rising up from his desk, Bruce guided Caleb over to where the coach was kneeling. Now standing directly in front of the man, he reached over to untie his son's sweat pants and release his hardened cock. The high priest gently stroked Caleb's burgeoning erection as the boy wantonly enjoyed his father's touch. With his face just inches away from the teenager's crotch, Hicks stared up at Bruce with a look of repulsion. While the high priest enjoyed agitating the coach, he moved his hand over to undo his own pants, allowing his erect cock to flop out before he began to stroke it. Seeing his father playing with his cock, Caleb reached down to stroke his own dick. "Look at my son, Mr. Hicks. Along with his brothers, he is one of the most handsome boys in the world. And his cock, well, have you ever seen anything more beautiful in your life?" Hicks continued to scowl as both Bruce and Caleb jerked their cocks just inches away from his face. "Mr. Hicks...put my boy's dick in your mouth." The coach swallowed hard as he continued to masturbate. Just as he was about to lean his head forward and beylikdüzü travesti separate his lips, Bruce reached his hand down to firmly grab the man by his chin, yanking his head up to face him. Bruce glared down at the man with a maniacal expression on his face. "If you bite him...I mean if you even accidentally graze his cock with your tooth, I'll force you to jump out of that corner window. And just a little reminder, we're on the fiftieth floor." For the first time since he had been in Bruce's office, Hicks looked frightened. Carefully, the coach leaned forward, taking the boy's cock in his mouth as he slowly began to run his lips back and forth on the boy's shaft. Bruce massaged his son's nude pelvis as he kissed the boy on the mouth. "How's he doing son. He any good?" Caleb smirked. "He's okay, dad." "Grab the back of his head, son. Make him work a little harder." Said Bruce. Doing what his father instructed, Caleb grabbed the back of Hicks head, forcing his mouth all the way down on his cock. The teenager smiled with delight as he watched the man gag and slobber all over his dick knowing that he was unable to stop him. Watching the coach fellate his son, Bruce couldn't help but feel aroused. "Okay Hicks. It's my turn." Grabbing the coach's head, the high priest pushed his cock in between the man's lips. "Look at me!" Commanded Bruce. The high priest held on to the top of the coach's head by his hair, enjoying the strained expression on his bright red face as his blood shot eyes watered while Bruce proceeded to fuck the man's throat. Seeing his father face fuck Hicks, Caleb decided he wanted more as he stroked his cock with the coach's spit. "Okay dad. My turn." Abruptly pulling his cock from Hicks mouth, Bruce forcefully pushed his head over towards his son's crotch. The high priest smiled when he saw the man gasp for air; his nose running as he attempted to take a breath before being forced to suck Caleb's cock again. Seeing the man deep throating his son, Bruce wanted more. "Caleb, why don't you sit down in the chair." After removing his clothing, Caleb walked the few steps to sit down in the chair opposite his father's desk, scooting his butt down and putting one leg over an arm so that the coach would have easy access to his cock. Grabbing the coach by the back of his neck, Bruce pushed the man's head back down onto his son's crotch, leading the man to take Caleb's dick back in his mouth. Removing his pants completely, the high priest kneeled down behind Hicks. Using his palm, the high priest pushed down on the small of the man's back with his hand before spitting on his cock. Caleb grinned wickedly when he saw the nervous expression fall over the coach's face as the man realized what Bruce was about to do next. "That's what you get for hittin me, douche nozzle!" Stroking his cock, Bruce began rubbing the dome of his rigid shaft up and down the length of the coach's ass crack. Pulling his cell phone from his pants pocket, the high priest began to record Hicks sucking his son's penis, being sure to leave Caleb's face out of the recording. Moving the camera over his dick, Bruce got a clear shot of his hard, wet shaft sliding in between the coach's muscular cheeks as the man began to moan and whine with a mouthful of teen boy cock. Bruce proceeded to fuck the coach roughly as the man brought Caleb to orgasm with his mouth. The teen boy smiled wickedly as he watched the man gag and choke on his load as it flooded the inside of his mouth and throat. **** Hicks angrily buttoned up his shirt as he finished getting dressed. Trying to ignore the feel of his sore, sticky asshole, he reached for his suit jacket. Glaring at Bruce sitting in his chair with his son on his lap, the only thing he could think of was how much he wanted to kill the both of them. "Now, Mr Hicks...you should curb those nasty thoughts. When it all comes down to it, you brought this on yourself. And let's be honest here, you're not really mad because you were forced to take a dick up your ass or in your mouth, you're mad because for the first time, you weren't the one with the power." Hicks stared into Bruce's eyes, still not understanding how the high priest was reading his thoughts. "What the fuck are you?" Bruce smirked. "Something far more important than you, sir." The coach's nostrils flared as he continued listening to Bruce. "I sent the video of you sucking my son's dick to your phone. Now you can't see Caleb, but if someone where to watch it, it is plain to see that you are clearly sucking on the penis of an underage boy." Hicks realized what was happening. "What do you want?" He sneered. Caleb stood up, letting his father rise out of his chair to move towards the man. "You are going to resign as soccer coach from William Crowley's Preparatory School for Boys. Then, you are going to leave Los Angeles. I have many connections and much agency through out the world, Mr. Hicks. My people will always be watching you. If you ever try and coach another high school team or lay your hands on another boy, I will send this video to as many prominent people as I can. You will be finished, not just professionally but in life as well. Do I make myself clear, sir?" Seething, Hicks nodded his head. "Wonderful...now get the fuck out of my office!" Said Bruce, sneering between clenched teeth. Grabbing his jacket, the defeated man moved swiftly toward the office door, slamming it behind him. Moving behind Caleb, Bruce wrapped his arms around his son. "Let's go home, baby." **** Back at their house, Bruce sat in the warm, trickling waters of his large bathtub as his son, Caleb, straddled his lap. Being his other two son's wouldn't be home from school for a few hours, the high priest thought he would take advantage of the alone time he was enjoying with his middle son by relaxing with him in his opulent, master bathroom. Facing his father in the tub, Caleb wrapped his arms around the man's strong shoulders as he istanbul travesti kissed him deeply on the mouth. Rubbing his hands up and down the length of his son's taut, back and butt Bruce kissed Caleb's lips, marveling at the feel of his smooth skin over his firm physique. Caleb, now feeling calm and relaxed, looked directly into his father's eyes. "Dad...thanks." Gazing up into his son's bright green eyes, Bruce placed his hands on either side of the boy's face. "You and your brothers are my world. If any of you are hurting, then I'm hurting too. And I'll always be sure that those who bring harm to any of you will always pay dearly for what they've done." Caleb put his hands on his father's wrists, smiling warmly. "You're such a big softy, dad." "You'll understand someday when Sebakeen blesses you with boys of your own." Said Bruce, smiling. Gently pulling his son's face towards himself, Bruce kissed Caleb softly on the mouth. "Now, do your dad a favor and sit on the edge of the tub. I know I can suck your cock better than that asshole did." Caleb's face lit up. "Hell yeah!" Sitting on a small area at the back of the bathtub, Caleb lifted one of his legs up to rest his foot on the edge of the tub. Opening up his thighs, the boy gave his father total access to his young, hard cock. Moving towards his son, Bruce smiled brightly as he smelled his boy's crotch, gladly taking his dick in his mouth. Sucking on it greedily, Bruce panted and moaned, working the boy's shaft as hard as he could in order to eventually taste his sweet cum when it finally exploded in his mouth. **** Walking down the steps to the lowest level of his home wearing only his black robe, Bruce approached an inconspicuous looking door at the other end of his finished, modernly decorated basement that looked like another large apartment in itself. Punching a code in on a keypad to the right of the electronic security door, Bruce watched as it slid open with a whooshing noise. Stepping into an elevator, the high priest pushed the only button that would take him down to the room where he prepared his rituals for the order and worshipped his omnipotent master. Stepping towards the altar at the front of the dimly lit, concrete and steel room, Bruce dropped his robe to kneel down on the ground. While chanting under his breath, the high priest couldn't get the vision of his son's baptism out of his head, seeing Jaxon open up his eyes to expose the demonic irises of his master staring up at him. While kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed, the high priest suddenly felt the strong hands of his master embrace him from behind. "My lord!" Crouching behind the mortal man, Sebakeen breathed heavily as he ran his long, sharp taloned fingers all over the length of Bruce's nude body. Falling into a pit of ecstasy, the man reached his arms back to feel his master's, solid ripped body as the demonic being drove him wild by sticking his serpent's tongue inside of his ear. Reaching his otherworldly hand down between the mortal man's legs, Sebakeen instantly brought Bruce to orgasm just by wrapping his palm around his shaft. Craving the taste of the mortal man's cum, the hell god milked a huge load of his jizz from his penis, all for the purpose of feeding it to himself. "Even as a young boy, your semen was always so succulent." Said the creature, seductively. Bruce reached up behind him, pulling his master's face close to his own. "Thank you, my dark lord." Sebakeen leaned closer, sensuously kissing his high priest's lips as he continued to molest his naked physique. Bruce was breathing heavily, relishing the feel of Sebakeen's touch. "Master...I have so many questions. What happened at the baptism? Why did Jaxon look that way?" Smiling, Sebakeen moved closer to Bruce, pushing his big, hard horse cock in between the man's firm butt cheeks from behind. "I know you have questions, my child. But, you must realize that all will be revealed to you in due time." Bruce shrank beside the hell god, feeling remorseful for questioning the deity. "Of course, master. Forgive me for my impatience." Sebakeen flicked his tongue against Bruce's neck, wetting it thoroughly. "I approve of how you handled Mr. Hicks. However, all you simply had to do was ask me to drag him to my lair. He would haved sustained sexual torment for all eternity." Bruce smiled. "I thank you for that generous offer, master. But I wanted his suffering to start here first. You can have him after his miserable life in the mortal coil ends." Sebakeen chuckled, darkly. "Ah, I knew I made you a high priest for a reason. Your capacity to torture your enemies is limitless." "Anything for my boys." Said Bruce, solemnly. Sebakeen grinned. "You are a magnificent father to those boys. You honor me by taking such good care of them." Sebakeen morphed into his human form. "Bruce I want to make love to you as a mortal man. Right now." Wanting the same thing as his master, Bruce laid down on the blanket he and Sebakeen were kneeling on. Looking up at the deity, now in his human form, the high priest felt an odd sensation wash over him. Reaching his hands down to feel his torso, Bruce suddenly realized that all of his body hair was gone, and that his muscular physique was now smaller and slight. Sebakeen had transformed him back into a young boy again, when he had been just shy of his 11th birthday. "I remember when your father brought you to me that first time. I fall in love with all of the boys in the order who devote themselves to me. But you...you were something special. I wanted you over and over again. Bruce, I have longed to make love to you as a boy again. Let me do so now." Said Sebakeen Speaking with his young boy voice, Bruce acquiesced. "Yes master." Smiling as he ran his hands over the naked young body of his high priest who had now been transformed back into a boy again, Sebakeen parted Bruce's legs. Feeling his master lie down on top of him, Bruce gasped as the deity penetrated his 10 year old ring with his cock, just as he had done thirty one years before. **** Thanks for reading. 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