Your father

You're surprised at how close you are to your village - barely 20 minutes from Alex's front door. You guess it must be around 3 miles, which should be plenty of distance for Alex to get to his senses before he comes banging on your door. "It's for the best. It really is for the best." you keep repeating to yourself as you near your dad's front door, "and Alex would know that if he took 30 seconds to think with his brain instead of his..."

You notice you're getting hard just thinking about Alex's monster and you can feel your small, uncut cockhead peeping out from a hole in your tattered trousers. You fly faster, hoping to get to your dad's before your ruined clothes simply fall off your body.

You land in front of his door, with a raging erection still slightly visible. You knock and the door and in a few seconds your dad answers it. He looks gaunt and worried as he slowly opens the the door with a weary "Yes?"

As soon as he sees you, his weariness turns into surprise, then joy, "Aspen!" he gasps as he lunges forward for a hug. You barely have time to hug him back before he pulls away "Oh... oooh, I see." He says as he looks down at you. You blush bright red with embarrassment, but for some reason not even parental humiliation seems to work you right now.

"I thought something like this had happened." he says as he pulls you into the cottage trying to shield your semi-exposed body from prying eyes. He drags you over to the dining table muttering a little commentary, more to himself than to you. "Yes... yes... this usually happens with that damn injection. Completely ruins our sexual balance... bloody thing... such a nuisance, especially given how hard it is to..." the he turns and looks straight at you and without so much as a tick asks, "You have already masturbated, haven't you?" Having 'the talk' with your dad was bad enough but this was way too much, especially not after the mad night you had. All you can do is make a gargling sound as a reply. "I thought as much." your dad says without skipping a beat, "I'm assuming that's why were delayed a full day. Don't worry, I'm not mad. You can fill me in on the details later. Now... sit."

He plonks you down at the dining table goes off into his workshop. You look around the familiar room, but somehow everything seems different. You're familiar with every single spoon and chipped mug in the over-stuffed dining room - not a jot of it has changed, only you have. As you sit and wait, you can still feel the dull, pulsing ache of that 10-incher in you ass, and the hot salty taste it left in your mouth less than an hour ago...

A sharp thud snaps you out of your reverie and you realize that your day dreams have made your dick grow even more rigid. You immediately cover your crotch with your hands as you see your father walk in carrying a sizable chest. He drops it on the table causing the whole cottage to quiver slightly. He leans against it for a minute and says, "Phew! That was a task!" He looks at your crimson face, notices where your hands are and continues, "Oh don't worry so much," he begins to open the chest, "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Seen or not you prefer to keep your erections hidden for the moment.

A cocktail of pungent odors hits your nose as the chest is opened and you can't help but crane your neck to try to see what's inside. The sides of the chest are too high for you to peer over unless you stand up (which is not something you want to do) So all you can see are rows of corks sticking up form glass vials. You look up at the lid of the chest and your eyes widen in shock. You instinctively pull your thighs together and jump off the chair, still cupping your crotch.

"Dad?!" You say in a worried voice, "What're those?" he seems not to be paying much attention to you, "hmm?" He says as he slowly looks at you to figure out what's gotten you so worked up. He notices that you're staring at the objects in the lid and he goes, "Oh, haha! Is that all? Don't worry, we're not using any of these today. Those are just some medical tools, syringes and stuff, that I need for my work. Right now though..." He roots around in the chest fishes out a small purple vial, "aha! that's what we need. Now, give me your arm, son."

You stare at him like he's gone mad and you slowly start to unfurl your wings to try to get away. "Aspen Frostgrove!" he shouts angrily, "If you take off inside this house I will smack you so hard it'll propel you into next week!"