Creeping Dawn: The Rise of the Black Centipede

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As cleanup began, I willed the family to ignore me and allow me free reign of their house whenever I wanted. With that, the four seemed to forget I was even there.For almost ten minutes, I followed the family members around as they got ready for the day and none of them even seemed to realize I existed. It wasn’t until Thomas, who was wearing pajamas, announced to his mother that he was going to take a shower, that my ears perked up. So, as you can see, Lyle is in good hands,” I said to the four adults sitting at the kitchen table and watching as Lyle began to shudder through another powerful dry cum. “Mr. and Mrs. Fasbaum, you can go to Europe and enjoy yourselves. Mr. and Mrs. White, you are going to let Lyle stay with you for the summer but will ignore any sexual activity that either of the boy’s might be engaged in. Its a win-win situation, right?” The four nodded and smiled as Chester let out a long moan and climaxed again inside his little summer lover. William Shakespeare, in Hamlet, wrote “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” I’ve done a lot of thinking. I’ve thought and I’ve pondered and I’ve ruminated upon and I’ve queried. I’ve spend years, decades even, asking myself the big questions about life and free will and the nature of my powers. I did so because that night in Lester’s house, so early in my journey, made me question whether my actions were good, bad, or something else. At the time, I craved an answer. To this day, I still do. While we ate, I asked a variety of questions to the members of the family in the hopes of testing the connections and making sure I was in total control. Eventually, the questions turned sexual. Shelly admitted to taking shots of her breasts and sending them to her boyfriend regularly. Gina admitted she flirted with one of her married co-workers whenever she got the chance and had even wondered if she and he might have an affair. Tony admitted that he had been unfaithful to Gina once, several years earlier, with a prostitute. Thomas admitted he regularly jerked-off in the school bathroom during his lunch period.

Tony was my drone, now, and was mine to command. Through the simple act of touch, he would do anything I wanted him to do without questions or hesitation. I was his King. I was his God. And I knew all about him - his life story, his ATM pin, his favorite movies. Our hands parted and Tony smiled at me. “Well… Anyway, thanks. I’ll return it in a bit.”So between the school, the swim club, and Chester’s house, I had plenty to keep me sexually fulfilled during that summer. Then July turned to August and life took a radical departure in a direction I had not, in any way, foreseen.

Not the sounds of pain, Leo realized. Instead, they sounded like the neighbor boy when he was pleasuring himself at night. Leo's room and the boy's room looked on to one another and, in the deep night, Leo could often sneak to his window and watch under the cover of darkness as the other boy, quite a few years older that he, used his hand to stroke and tease his member until he gasped and squeaked in pleasure. Leo knew it was pleasure because the boy did it so often and because Leo and his friends had compared notes about what they had seen other older boys and men doing with their tools. He hadn't tried it himself, his interest being more geared toward knights and heroes play and less on his little worm. But he figured that older boys liked something about their stiffies and he'd get around to answering that mystery eventually. Then the boy’s eyes bugged out and he began to thrash violently while screeching. It was a drycum, I knew, an orgasm without substance but intensely pleasurable for the little fellow. The man didn’t react. The boy squealed and panted and moaned. That’s right,” I said. “So, first thing’s first. Daniel, how about you hop up on the side of the pool. You are going to demonstrate an orgasm for your brothers. I eventually dismissed Tony and shuffled off to bed, letting sleep take me as I pondered this new reality. That's good, Michael. You can cum just from having your boybutton dominated by Mr. Pink. It's going to be interesting to see what that means this afternoon."Before Leo even knew what he was doing, the boy had found himself on the portal as the magic began to flair. "Yep, I think I acted a bit hastily." Leo muttered, resting one hand on the chain leash as he followed behind the huge ogre and looked about his surroundings. Ogre Jelly. That's what he was about to become.

Hey,” the fifteen year old girl said, looking totally bored and somewhat confused. “Sorry if I woke you but my dad is fixing us breakfast and he told me to come over and see if you’d like to join us. As a thank you for yesterday or whatever.” She rolled her eyes. Chester,” answered Lyle, shrugging and giving me a look as if I should already know what was going on. “He said he was going to beat me up so me and Pat ran here as fast as we could. He was right behind us.”

Dylan was a little cutie at nine. Small and totally immature, his thirteen year old brother Styler dwarfed him both in stature and in physical development. The family was on it’s way to visit a great aunt in LA and were supposed to set off early the next morning. With that in mind, I decided to keep the night short and sweet. The three of us showered and had great fun soaping each other’s bodies up before I took each of the boy’s hard tools into my mouth and gave them the best blowjobs of their young lives. It was Dylan’s first climax. It was Skyler’s first climax with another person.

It is in no way presumptuous of me to say that I am the single most influential human to have ever lived. At a kid’s birthday party, an ex-Milkman sees a perverted costumed Spiderman grinding up agains this son’s ass. Why would an ex-Milkmen be so concerned about Spiderman grinding on his son's ass, you might ask? You would think a pervy ex-Milkman might get a thrill seeing another man teasing his boy's little bottom No sooner had the door to the strange room closed than a new door entered and another ogre, this one dressed in robes and feathers, sauntered in. “You volunteer?” his deep voice rumbled as he approached Leo and began examining the boy from top to bottom. The huge ogre’s fingers poked and prodded Leo’s arms, legs, torso, hard little boyhood, and head before the ogre nodded in satisfaction.

Growing tip: Water regularly but don’t allow the feet to sit in waterlogged soil. Some varieties will benefit from regular deadheading. They really, really like young boys Language: English Words: 8,872 Chapters: 6/? Comments: 22 Kudos: 40 Bookmarks: 8 Hits: 3,204 Then Leo was through another door and could no longer see the other room. He breathed deeply, trying to come to terms with what he had seen. Those boys were supposed to be long dead, having been eaten shortly after being sent to this continent. Why, Leo wondered, were they still alive? And why were the ogres mounting them as men mounted women? How’s that?” I asked curiously. It was already the middle of April and summer vacation for the schools was going to start in a couple of weeks. For those who have never done so, I encourage you to drive this magnificent county of ours. It is incredibly beautiful and filled with wonders that one could spend a lifetime exploring. It was the peace of the pavement and the meandering nature of my journey that settled me down and I think, ultimately, gave me direction. I didn’t know. I didn’t have an answer. Yet, in not knowing, I had the freedom to choose. I had the freedom to decide what was right and what was wrong. And, while the unanswered question still bothered me, and would for years to come, I was determined to choose what I desired so as to prove, through it’s actualization, that it was the right and good choice.