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A Wizard's Succession 12

(Part 1 from 3)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: It has really been a while since I've last submitted here. I've been busy with college work, and I'm sorry for that. But finally (and thankfully), I have managed to finish this chapter! So I hope you readers enjoy, and get yourselves comfortable. Oh, and for those who are entirely new to the series, you can also read the previous chapters ;)

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Chapter 12: Nowhere Now

The four prisoners ran without turning back, and pillaged whatever they could find in the dead of night. What they got were two lighters, two camping tents, two large camping packs, some canned meat, a few plastics of a day-old loaf breads, a utility knife, and a radio. They would somehow survive for a while, until they would try to blend in into the bustling crowd someday.

Stan looked at his fellow escapees. One obviously is his prison daddy, Marx. He looked at the other two, and he knew them as well. One looks like a pot-bellied bouncer, with a gentle face that shows a benevolent, law-abiding citizen more than a hideous criminal. But, as he said to himself, even the devil himself wore masks. That cute bouncer is Mecho. His friend Yrian, on the other hand, is a somewhat less bulky man, whose left hand has a large gash. His intelligent eyes and bushy moustache gives him an appearance of a hired assassin. Every gaze seems calculated every time he looks around.

‘Hey, Marx,’ Yrian spoke, ‘Where’re you headed?’

‘To my girl,’ was all he spoke of.

Silence wafted on, until Stan spoke. ‘Mecho? Why were you locked up?’

‘You really had to ask the guy, kid,’ Yrian interjected, ‘Fucking moron!’

But Mecho seemed distant, staring at something only he could see.

‘I’m innocent …’

‘What was that?’ Stan asked again. Maybe his ears failed him.

Silence was the reply.

The jolly bouncer never spoke again. None of them spoke. They just watched the fire burned in the cold winter night. The wolves howled in the distance, making the night much less inviting. The kid was really in the mood to get to know his mates, starting with the controversial Mecho. Sure, he had heard and saw the news about his despicable crime. The media had it all.

A teenage girl found dead, her private part torn beyond repair. The semen was the only evidence they found, and it matched with Mecho’s own cum. But over the course in Stan’s time in the prison, all he ever heard from him was that he wants to be free. Hearing him say that he was innocent was gripping him with an insatiable curiosity. Maybe (once again) his ears failed him, but he’ll get his answer.

The only way he knew how.

***

THREE WEEKS BEFORE PRISON BREAK:

Stan was sleeping on his side when he felt the familiar cool air of the AC unit. He slowly turned the opposite side and looked at where his dad had gone. As he gazed dreamily in the room, he heard sprinkling sounds coming from the bathroom. He realized at once that his dad just took a piss. Remembering what had happened last night, he quickly lay down to his side and pretended to sleep. A guttural yawn followed with strong snaps of clinking bones made the young lad uneasy. He froze on the spot, his breath barely escaping.

Suddenly, he yelped in surprise. ‘Get up there, kiddo!’

He felt something sore on his left ribcage. His meaty fist, clenched, was poised, ready for another strike. That made him jolt up. His dad had punched him, and he punches hard.

‘H-hi … dad …’

‘Whaddya think you’re doing’ on my bed?’

‘Uhhh … sleeping?’

‘Well? Whaddya waiting’ for?! Get out there!’

Stan stood up hurriedly, and lost his balance. He fell, accidentally hugged Marx, and felt his entire body feeling up his mean, prison daddy. He could sense them all …

The soft feel of his daddy’s chest hair …

The gentle thumping of his heartbeat …

The gentle trickling of his sweat glistening in the daylight …

The gentle hum of his breathing …

The scent of his deodorant …

And that warm, fuzzy heat emanating from his body …

A sudden push, and he was jerked from his fantasy. He saw his daddy’s face.

Not a good sign.

‘Goofin’ around, eh?’

‘W-what?’

Stan suddenly felt his daddy’s hand around his own, and was pulled toward him. He instinctively clenched his fist, only which his hand didn’t form into a fist. He was holding something.

He felt around more, and he instantly knew.

It’s already hard, throbbing, and waiting …

***

When all went to sleep, Stan watched over them as he took first watch. They planned on taking rotations. First two hours for Stan, then Mecho, Marx, and Yrian.

Lucky bastard, that Yrian.

But, something felt amiss. Instead of being mad for taking first watch, he felt glad. Giddy, even. It was as if he was waiting for this moment. The winter air felt stale, almost choking. Maybe because that’s what happens when you get isolated for too long. One forgets how the outside feels.

And then, he remembered.

He slowly crept up toward the tent he shared with another. He knew his dad’s sleeping with the other. He felt himself a nasty grin on his face. He will get what he wants.

He slowly crept inside the tent, gently zipped it up, and slowly let his hand glide over his mate’s body. He was snoring gently, his belly rising gently in each breath. Stan was surprised to feel his mate’s warm, fuzzy body.

It felt like his dad, only the hairs are a bit thinner.

He couldn’t resist it. So, he finally hit the jackpot. That elicited a gentle moan from his buddy. He slowly caressed his buddy’s cock through his cotton brief. He grinned a nasty grin.

He’s wearing a translucent black cotton brief.

What a naughty thing to wear.

Stan rubbed the cock harder, making his buddy moan more. He could hear his breathing becoming faster, and raspier. He was shocked to see his buddy’s dick grew from its cute, flaccid state into a massive eight-inch of a beauty. Almost as thick as his skinny wrist, it is denting the lewd, translucent underwear, teasing Stan to take it all in.

Almost as big as Daddy’s, he thought. He licked his lips in anticipation.

He slowly pulled the underwear down, gently yet firmly gripped the curved-down hard dick, and began to suck it in earnest. That made his buddy moan harder, until finally he was gasping for air.

Stan made sure to hit all sweet spots he knew about giving head to a fat love stick. His buddy moaned like there’s no tomorrow, until he felt movement from below.

A sudden movement, a gasp, and Stan knew he did it.

‘S-Stan?!’ Mecho hissed, ‘W-what the fuck you doing?!’

‘Shut up!’ he hissed back, ‘Shut up and take it like a man!’

He squeezed Mecho’s fat cock, making him groan with mad desire. Mecho surrendered to Stan’s whims, and lay down on his back, while the kid took off his pants and underwear, and continued sucking his cock. Mecho was already delirious with lust, when at last, his lustful desire was fulfilled when Stan pulled both of his meaty arms over his head, pinned him down, and finally rode his fat buddy’s cock …

***

‘Uhh … D-dad …?’ he flustered, still clutching the slowly growing beast.

He tried his hardest to tear his hand away from his daddy’s cock, but two things came into mind. First, his strength is incomparable from Marx. And second, he was really enjoying feeling his dad’s hard cock in the morning, something he despised over himself but was slowly growing fond, and accustomed to. He knew he’s not gay. He just wasn’t. He could easily call on any number of straight porn clips in his head to get himself started.

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So why the fuck had he enjoyed being fucked at? Gladly swallowed that mouthful of cum? It made no fucking sense. At all. Must’ve been the vodka. Yeah, that’s why. He’d been well out of his head. Marx grinned a beastly grin, and he knew he’s screwed.

‘Lovin’ your dad’s cock eh? You like it?’

Stan was speechless, and he knew he’s doomed, because he saw Marx’s expression turned from wicked glee into despondent malice. He looked like he was well angry about something, and his bulky tattooed biceps seemed to Stan even more threatening and fearsome with biceps bulging. His eyes narrowed.

‘I’ll count to ten, son, and if you don’t get your hand off my cock and have your gob on it by then … Well, you know what’s coming’… Got that?’

No smile, not even a hint of humor. This is the real deal. Stan’s heart was racing fast.

He knew.

He remembered.

Marx started to count curtly.

One.

Two.

***

‘O-oh my God!’ Mecho groaned, ‘T-this … this f-feels --'

‘Amazing?’ Stan replied.

He saw his buddy’s eyes clenched with ravenous heat inside him, his fat meat getting an unusual, yet desirable service from the kid’s ass. With every movement, he felt his strength slipping away. He was heaving badly.

Hell, he haven’t experienced this before.

This is way better than what he had before …

‘Well? Aren’t you going to tell me?’

Mecho moaned loudly, a bit louder than what he expected within a hushed silence. He couldn’t focus on what was happening, for he was so engrossed on that wonderful sensation his cock feels.

‘W-what …?’ he asked, bemused.

‘Aren’t you going to tell me why you got yourself banged up?’

‘W-what?!’

This time, he heard it all too well. His eyes snapped open, and stared wide-eyed to the boy. Why would he be so interested in that? He suddenly found himself silent, and that made Stan stop humping. They both stared at one another.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ the cute boy dared.

‘S-shut up!’ was his answer, struggling with all his might, ‘Get off me, you bastard!’

‘Oh sure …’ Stan replied.

He slowly rose his ass, teasing the cock within for a final squeeze, when Mecho clenched his eyes, shuddered and groaned long and low. The kid smiled.

He got him.

***

What? Right now?

He felt like a fresh meat sac, ready to be road kill. He was terrified.

Three.

Four.

With a sudden rush of adrenaline to jolt him out of his usual morning laziness, the lad pulled himself together, knelt down as fast as he could. The man eyed the smooth, lean youngster exposed on his knees, almost tearing his boxers apart. He grinned a cocky grin. When Stan looked up at him, his grin diminished into a frown. He liked it.

Five.

Without another word from his daddy, Stan was bemused, his eyes fixed on the goal.

Six.

Seven.

This was the first time he felt being submissive, and made his daddy nude head on: the wide, chunky legs planted firm, a dark fuzz of wiry pubic hair framing the man’s dangling meaty snake, head concealed in its near-soft state; the large nut sack lurking behind. The sight scared and thrilled him. Admit it Stan, he thought.

This is what you wanted.

Your daddy’s fat juicy dick.

Fuck.

He felt weirdly lightheaded.

Eight.

Marx watched him, outwardly impassive, but enjoying the moment immensely. His young straight cell-mate’s face was fixed on his love stick like some crazed puppy. He had him alright. He’s going to feed it to him night and day. He remembered exactly what happened last night.

Nine.

No time to think, the lad leaned forward and took the entire thing into his gob, nestling his face deep into the wiry fuzz. He breathed in the heady scent of that unwashed crotch once more: the smell of his mean and muscle-y dad. There had been the faint sharp taste of something as the monster dick slid over his tongue. He shuddered at the thought.

It’s piss, alright.

The thick cylinder lay heavy, easily reaching the back of his mouth even soft. He sucked gently to moisten it up and the beast stirred at once. He felt his mouth and throat suddenly packed to its fullest.

Unreal.

Was this really what you wanted?

No, he thought defensively.

Really?

***

‘Augh!! K-kid!!’ he roared, his teeth gnashed hard, ‘S-stop!!’

Stan slowly lowered himself, and stopped halfway at the hilt. He could definitely feel it throbbing. He smiled nastily, and said, ‘Well? You going to tell me?’

‘N-never!!’

‘Oh, sure …’

He lowered himself completely, and squeezed Mecho’s cock with his ass, sending his fat buddy shivering with waves of unimaginable pleasure.

‘UUUUUUUUUUGGGHH!!’ he grunted, ‘S-STOP!! PLEASE!!’

Stan took no heed and slowly rose, and lowered, until he was slowly humping him again. The movement was fluid, teasing his buddy in the most agonizing way. He could already see him struggling from his grasp. Sure, Mecho could fight him off, but intercourse made him weak.

He aren't even cumming yet.

But, he’ll soon be.

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