Explorations

My father told me his part of the story later, but he went wandering through the downstairs hallways. The first room he found seemed to belong to The Duchess. He popped the door open with the key and went in. On the bed, strapped down to it, was a twelve inch toy meant for pleasure.

He later told me that, knowing I wasn’t looking, he rubbed his hands across the toy. He wondered what would happen if he licked it-- so he did. He said it tasted warm and alive. He was never comfortable with queerness really, so the fact that he did anything scared him. He backed out of the room and locked it carefully. Had he not been so focused on the object in the center of the room, and it’s magical pull on him, he may have seen the shadowy lady I met later.

For my part, I went upstairs. I did find Len and Jack’s room, but other than a book of men pressing their cocks up against each other, there was not much too the room. I sat down on the bed and flipped through the pages.As I was flipping through, I noticed something strange: the pictures looked like me and my father. In the illustrations, when our cocks were pressed together, the cartoon versions of us even moaned each others names.

One seen showed me in a slutty cheerleader outfit, my cock poking hard out of panties. Cartoon dad was tit fucking me.

I fell back on the bed, grabbed my cock, and began to maturbate. The whisper in the darkness returned: “you can have this,” it said., “And so much more ...just take what you want from your daddy… kiss him…. Make him eat your cum. He’ll be your **** forever.”

This freaked me out enough to stop-- right at the precipice of cumming.

“Soon you’ll do it,” the voice said.

“I think I’ll stay in another room, I said.”