Date: Sat, 3 May 2008 23:59:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Teague teague Subject: Werewolf and Son 1 DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and an adult male... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful then please leave now. If you enjoy the story feel free to send your comments. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Author's Note: After writing `Drew's Daddy' I wanted to branch out into my first love, Science Fiction. Like most of my stories this deals with consenting sex between Father and Son. If you liked `Drew's Daddy' I think you'll like this one too! So dig in and enjoy. Teague Teague1007@yahoo.com Copyright 2008 Teague, All Rights Reserved. Werewolf and Son By Teague DeMarco sunk his teeth into the young wolf. He moved so silently, so quickly, that the new werewolf never had a chance to defend himself. His blood was drawn away in a powerful motion and DeMarco instantly enthralled the wolf under his power, keeping him still for the feeding. He didn't like drinking the blood of a werewolf but there were territories to be maintained and DeMarco was going to make them...loud and clear. He was an ancient vampire, living over 600 years old and DeMarco had seen the rise and fall of the werewolf clans from the time when they were just wild animals to now, when they travelled in packs for safety. Not that they needed any, but there were far more dangerous things around than humans to contend with. Gone were the days of the stray werewolf roaming the woods and looking for prey. Society had grown too much for that and the wolf was an intelligent family minded group. Having so many strong animals fighting for dominance did have drawbacks however and the Alpha Wolf emerged. Stronger than others and able to cast out his power to dominate, became pack leaders. Some challenged their authority, but Alphas were rare, and usually only other Alphas stood a chance of survival. DeMarco hated them all. He culled their groupings and left signs of his kill for them to find. They made attempts to find him and his kind in daylight but they never succeeded. Unlike the wolf, the vampire craved solitude. They disliked having company but would make exception when survival demanded it. DeMarco was so powerful, that rarely ever happened. He lifted the lifeless body of the young wolf and threw it to the ground. It had been a boy, no older than sixteen, now ashen with empty eyes. Whatever power the child had was now gone forever and DeMarco smiled. It had been a good week. Four wolfs were now lost thanks to him and he had only just begun. Chase never knew his Father. He grew up in a small town in Georgia with his mother Helen on a nice plot of land that butted up against the woods. He liked to sit outside on the porch and look out into the big trees and listen to them sing softly in the wind. At fourteen he was the only boy he knew of that didn't have a father. Not counting his buddy, and best friend Jacob, who lived two houses down from him that is. Jacob's father died in an auto accident when he was only ten, but at least he had a chance to love his dad. Chase never knew his Father, and his mother refused to speak about him. In Chase's mind his Father was a secret agent or a millionaire that went into hiding from the mob or some other hell bent organization. There had to be some reason why his Father wasn't around and since Chase didn't know the answer himself, he made one up. This notion carried him through many years...but lately Chase could no longer fool himself. He did know that his Father was alive; his mother couldn't lie about that anyway. His mother in fact didn't lie about much; she just refused to speak on matters. She was very religious and had a crucifix in every room of their home. Their house was well built and sturdy even in the most severe storms. He knew she couldn't afford it on her own, working as a bank loan officer, and no one in their family was in a position to help them out financially, but whenever Chase had asked her about it, she simply changed the subject. He suspected that his real Father must have provided for them in some fashion. At least in his dreams he saw it that way. Things changed three weeks ago. Chase was small for his age, too small to play contact sports with the other children who seemed to get the growth genes that were denied him. Chase had thick black hair and blue silver eyes that got him multiple stares from the girls in school. Although he would never be a football player, there was something Chase did better than just about anyone. He could run. He never knew where it came from. All his life he loved to run. Run around his mother in the kitchen, in the backyard, and to and from school as soon as he was old enough to go on his own. Few of his friends could ever catch him and he signed up for track as soon as he could. His mother came to his meets and praised him for his efforts and almost easy wins over the rest of the kids, but something in her eyes always held back. It was as if she wanted to ask him something but couldn't find the words. It didn't matter; he was happy she took so much interest in him. Chase was very close to his mother. She was heavily involved in his life and when he confided in her that he was gay, she took it very well. Almost too well. He remembered when he first told her, sitting her in the living room. She wrung her hands together as she waited for the news with an impatient effort. When he spit it out she damn near jumped from the chair to hug him tight. The only other person he told was Jacob, and like the good friend he was, Jacob just shrugged and said he didn't care. For Chase life was pretty good. His biggest problem was his good looks and soulful eyes that seemed to drive the girls crazy. Big football players used to look down at him whenever he walked by, usually because their girlfriends would say hi to him. But his size was no real threat to any of them so they pretty much left him alone. Being cute was great...being super cute was annoying. Chase was, well...annoying. Three weeks ago something spectacular happened. Chase was running against a rival school and he beat their track star by a startling five seconds. The boy was bigger than he was, with sleek muscles and long legs. He had risen quickly at his school and was the sole reason for the multiple trophies displayed in the school's hallway. There was no doubt that the boy was destined for professional competition. Chase ran right past him and kept the lead the entire race. At the finish line Chase looked back with a smile and grinned at the others as they came past, their faces flushed and breathing hard. Chase had already recovered. He had an extremely high tolerance for exercise and felt his heart slip easily back down to a slow steady beat not moments after he crossed the finish line. The rival school's record had just been shattered. Chase's classmates were all over him, slapping him on the back and hollering from the stands. He reveled in the spotlight, loving the attention, even if it was short-lived. In the parking lot after the meet, Chase saw three bigger kids that he knew didn't go to his school. They were in their early teens but favored sports like wrestling, by the looks of their builds. When one of them pointed to him Chase looked back. He was alone. Normally he wouldn't have paid them any attention but something about them made him feel threatened. He moved toward the woods and looked back to see them following him. For no reason he could think of, Chase took off like a jackrabbit for the trees and began to weave between them as easily as the wind. He heard the sound of footfalls behind him crunching the ground and throwing up debris as the large boys came after him. He didn't know what to think. No one had ever tried to hurt him before. He couldn't explain how he knew it, but he was sure as soon as he looked into their eyes that they wanted to cause him pain. As the long seconds past the sound of his pursuers drifted way off in the background as Chase ate up the ground like a hungry animal at a fresh kill. He smiled to himself at his skill...well at least for a few seconds. A thick arm shot out as Chase ran by and clothes-lined him to the ground. He looked up to see a boy about seventeen standing over him. The boy reached down and grabbed his shirt and lifted him up, slamming him against a tree. Chase felt the hard bark bite into his skin as pain flooded his brain. The boy pulled back his fist and punched Chase in the jaw. The world went dark for a moment and Chase found himself on his hands and knees as the boy stood over him. That's when things changed for Chase. It was the first time in his life he had ever been hit. The reason didn't matter. Something changed inside him and Chase felt angrier than he ever had before. But there was something else. He felt cornered. The sounds of the others reached his ears and Chase knew he only had minutes before they caught up to him. He looked at the teenager standing next to him. The boy made to kick him and Chase grabbed his leg by the ankle and shoved him with all his might. He watched in amazement as the boy flew in the air and slammed so hard into a tree that he passed out. When the others came into view Chase stood over, him his fists balled "Holy Shit!" one of them said. They looked at one another in disbelief and ran forward, their faces ugly with hate. Chase turned to them and ducked as the first one swung his fist. He put his hands on the boy's solid chest and pushed forward, lifting him up off his feet and slamming his head on a tree branch. He fell to the ground and rolled into a ball, holding his head in pain. One of the other's grabbed Chase from behind and held him by the arms as the last one made to punch him in the face. Chase pulled his arms forward as hard as he could and broke free. He ducked again and saw the punch connect with his captor's jaw instead. The boy stumbled back and grabbed his face in shock. Chase made a fist and swung it at the teenager in front of him. The red haired boy's head snapped back, almost too quickly, and he landed on his back about six feet from Chase. He turned around and faced his last attacker. The boy looked around at his friends, not having any idea how things could so quickly, turn so bad. They just wanted to scare Chase and here he was, the last man standing. "You're just a kid!" the boy said in disbelief. "Just a fucking kid!" Chase couldn't explain it any better. He had no idea how he did what he did. It just seemed to flow out of him as if by instinct. He crouched in front of the boy, ready to fight when the boy looked down at him...at his hands specifically. They were splayed like a cat's. Chase didn't make fists like other kids would in a fight; he was posed to claw instead. "Fucking freak!" the boy yelled at him. He moved out of the way and gestured for Chase to move past. "Just get out of here!" Chase didn't need another offer. He kept his eyes on the boy and ran by him and into the woods for home. He had never run so fast in his life. Chase's mother listened carefully to what he told her. He had a mark on his face where he'd gotten punched but his back was fine. She said there were just some scrapes on him but no skin was broken. He looked at his shirt and saw blood but had no explanation for it. She sat near him watching intently as he told her what he did to the boys. Chase was upset but exhilarated at the same time. He had never felt so alive before. His mother looked scared. Before she spoke she went into the kitchen for a tall glass of water. She held her crucifix in her hand as she came back and sat on the sofa, the gold chain tugging at her neck like it usually did when she held it. She told him a story...a story about his Father. She began by telling Chase how much she loved him and that she would give her own life to protect him if she could, and Chase believed her wholeheartedly. His Father's name was Michael that much Chase already knew. She pulled out his picture and handed it to Chase. It was old and worn on the corners but the image was bright, most likely due to not being displayed in the light for so many years. He was handsome with a radiant smile that Chase could swear made the room a little brighter. The man was blonde with thick hair that flowed around his face perfectly. Chase's mother was in the picture, her small frame being hugged by a muscled arm and at first he thought his mother had made a mistake. This huge man with blonde hair couldn't be his dad? They looked nothing alike. And his size...Chase was nowhere near on his way to becoming so big. Almost to answer his silent question Helen pointed to the man's face. "You have his eyes" She was right. Chase saw the same thing every time he looked in a mirror. Crystal blue eyes that were lined with deep silver popped out of the photograph. While he studied the image, his mother put one hand on his back and started to rub it as she spoke about his Dad for the first time. "We were in love" she began. She was a young girl from a small town in South Carolina and he was a handsome stranger that swept her off her feet in a passionate summer. It was straight out of a romance novel and Helen had never been happier. Everyone loved Michael. He was the sun in her morning, and Helen found herself the envy of every girl in town as she walked hand in hand with him. Her parents liked him a great deal and they had hopes that he would take her away from the sleepy town and give her a better life. Helen herself thought this a possibility, until months later when a man showed up at Michael's apartment. His name was Silas and at first Helen thought they were related because of his eyes, but Michael told her he was just a family friend. As she sat in the next room the two men began to fight. She couldn't make all of it out but it was clear that Silas didn't approve of her and wanted Michael to move on. He refused. She never saw Silas again but Michael began to act differently around her. His behavior became hostile around others, and he became possessive with Helen. She argued with him, not understanding his change, and during an argument, their car spun off the road and careened down a hill. She woke up to find the car upside down and Michael gone. She was still inside with her seatbelt on when she felt the entire vehicle move. It flipped itself upright. Michael stood outside, his shirt ripped and his muscles thicker than she had ever seen them as he struggled to keep the car from shifting. She was looking right at him but not believing her eyes. There was no way he could move, let alone lift the car! He became blurry and the blood rushing away from her head made her pass out. The last thing she saw was Michael moving toward her door. She woke up in the emergency room, Michael by her side, not a scratch on him. They kept her in the hospital for three days because of a concussion. It took her almost another week before she built up enough courage to ask him about what he did. "Sometimes when I'm upset I...well, I get strong" Chase listened carefully. This was exactly what happened to him. He wanted more but his mother didn't offer him anything else. "That's all he told me" During the investigation of the accident some things came to light. Michael was wanted for assault in another state. And to make matters worse he was wanted for questioning about a series of murders that occurred in Texas at the same time. The police took him away as Helen watched crying from the doorway of her home, her parents by her side. The police car was found later that night, both officers cuffed and inside the truck of the car. The back seat was ripped apart and the door was missing. No one ever saw Michael again. ...Helen was pregnant. She found out after Michael was gone. She had a healthy baby boy she named Chase. Her arm wrapped lovingly around her Son as she spoke. "Your Father did contact me after your birth. You were four months old when I received the first letter" She took in a deep breath and sighed. "I have them in the attic if you want to read them. He only sent me two. The first one apologized for what happened. He said he didn't kill anyone and that the police were mistaken about him but he couldn't prove it. I began to find large amounts of money inside the house. I knew they were from him because there was a piece of paper with the letter `M' on top" Chase smiled, happy he was right about his Dad. He really did take care of them, just like in his dreams. But Helen wasn't finished. "The second letter came when you were four years old" She took a moment to compose herself. "He said...he said you might be different" She looked at Chase with tearful eyes. He frowned, not liking to see his mother upset. "He said it might not happen. In fact he said it would be highly unusual if you were to turn out to be anything like him. But if you did...if you did, I was to contact him" "You know how to get a hold of Dad?" he said with excitement. She shook her head. "Not really. I never tried before. I don't know if it will work" She was supposed to put an ad in the Sunday edition of the New York Times in the personals section. "What about the money?" Chase asked her. "How does it come to us?" She shrugged. "I don't know really. It shows up about once every two years. I usually find it in one of the rooms. Even though we've moved twice, it still gets to us" "He's watching us?" Chase asked a little excited. "He knows about us. Maybe he's here!" "No love, he isn't here" "But..." He began but Helen stopped him. "I used to find your pictures missing after the money would come. I think he takes them. He isn't here" Chase was confused, stunned, and elated, all at the same time. "He told me how important it was to contact him if you ever did anything...unusual" Chase looked down at the bloody shirt. This certainly qualified he thought. "I've never been strong. Never" She nodded. "I know" "So what's the big deal? Sometimes I'm gonna be real strong. That's pretty cool!" She waited for a minute before she spoke. "He said things would get...worse for you" He looked at her dumbfounded. "Worse? What does that mean?" "I don't know. He just said that it was important I contact him. He said he was the only one that could help you" Helen posted the ad that day. Twenty seven hours later she received a phone call. Chase was on a bus to Montana. Helen bought his ticket and per Michael's instruction, told no one about it. He assured her that Chase would be alright and he would take good care of him and have him back soon. He asked her if she was happy and told her how proud he was of Chase and how she cared for him. "Don't let anything happen to him Michael" "I'll protect him with my life" Chase came off the bus and found his Father instantly in the crowd. The man was overwhelmingly handsome. His rugged face broke into a large smile when he saw Chase. He waved to him and Chase moved slowly over. He looked up at the muscled frame in front of him. "I'm Chase" he said simply. "Hello Chase" he said with a deep friendly voice. "I'm...I'm your Dad. But you can call me Micheal...if you want" He was almost too handsome. His thick neck and broad shoulders towered over Chase and even though he was smiling Chase wondered what the man would be like if he were angry. Chase didn't want to see that. His biceps were pumped up and his brawny forearms were covered in soft blonde hair. He was the perfect Dad and then it hit Chase. He was angry. "You send us money?" he asked curtly. Michael pulled back a little, stunned at this being the second thing out of his Son's mouth. "Um...yeah. I send you money" Michael looked around to see if anyone was listening. The place was busy and most people were wrapped up in their own conversations to pay them any attention. "You know, we have a long drive and I'll be happy to answer any questions you have. That's why you're here right?" he gave Chase another grin. Chase didn't smile back. "I'm here because you told my mother I had to come" Michael looked at him for a long moment. "Son..." "My name is Chase" Michael licked his lips in frustration. "Yeah...Chase. I know. Let's go talk in the truck" He moved to lift up Chase's bag but Chase blocked him. "I can do it" Michael nodded. "Okay" He waved his hand forward and Chase walked ahead. He looked him over as he past. `He's smaller than I thought he would be' They drove out of town in a large pickup truck. Chase looked around inside. "Why do you drive this when you send us so much money?" "I use it for work. I have a small farm about three hours from here" "A farm?" "Yeah, I don't have many animals, mostly chickens and cows" "You make lots of money doing that?" "Not really. I do it for fun. Wendy...my wife, and our daughter Emma, like it" Chase's eyes shone with silver. "You have a family?" Michael knew it was a mistake the moment he heard the tone in Chase's voice. "Chase there's so much you don't know. Give me a chance to explain. It's gonna take time" Chase turned away, not wanting to talk anymore. They drove mostly in silence. Whenever Chase looked over, Michael would smile at him. He didn't understand why he felt so angry. He was happy to see his Dad, or at least he thought he would be. He used to dream every night about meeting him and now that he was here all he wanted to do was leave. `What's wrong with me? He's perfect. He's handsome and strong. He's everything I thought he would be...except in my life. What's so wrong with us that he didn't stay? Why didn't he just send for mom when he could? Why did he start another family when he already had me?' They arrived at the farm. It was well away from the rest of the town, if you could call it that. There was nothing but hills and fields with trees all around. The farm was beautiful, all things considered. There was a large white framed home and two barns in the distance. Next to the house was a smaller barn, but the upstairs had been converted into a guest house that Michael said was for him. Wendy greeted Chase. She was a small woman, similar to his mother. She had brown hair and blue eyes. She was very friendly and asked him if he was hungry. He wasn't. He was starving. Emma bounded up to him, her brown hair waving around in the wind. "You're my brother!" she said happily. Chase didn't know what to say but luckily Wendy intercepted the child. "Let's go wash up for diner and you can pester Chase later" She half walked, half pulled the little girl away as she continued to make conversation with him. "I have toys!" Chase smiled at her and he noticed that his Dad had taken his bags from the truck and rested them on his back. His thick bicep flared out and Chase couldn't help looking at him. He was built with strong limbs and broad shoulders. He stood over six feet tall and Chase lost track of time as he stared at the man. He blinked. "You're big" he said before he realized it. His Dad grinned. "Yeah, I get that a lot" He motioned for the barn near the house. "I thought you'd be more comfortable in there. I use it most of the time. It's sort of my private space, but under the circumstances I thought you would want it" The place was big. Almost the whole top of the barn was living space. There was a large bedroom with a huge widow that overlooked the field. He showed Chase the bathroom and how to work the television. They ate dinner together. The house was beautiful inside and Emma talked almost nonstop until Michael literally put food in her mouth so she would chew. "She's excited you're here" He told Chase. Wendy asked about his school and what kinds of things he liked to do. Michael showed him around and Chase saw his pictures up around each room. Pictures of him when he was a baby and when he was older, were all over the home. Emma pointed them all out. Many were pictures Chase had never seen before. His Dad must have taken them. So he did look out for him...at least sometimes. "That's you at track" She looked up solemnly. "That's where people run" she explained to him. Chase nodded with a grin. "That's me!" There was a photo of her in her crib. "That's when I was little" After a long tour...that Emma narrated, Chase went up to bed, his Father walking close by. He opened the large bay window so Chase could enjoy the cool breeze. He tapped a switch on the wall. "This goes right to me. If you need anything just use it. Don't worry about the time" Chase nodded and started to unpack. "The girls will be gone tomorrow. I thought we could spend the day together. I'd like to see how fast you run" Chase nodded. "Yeah sure" Then something happened. Chase wasn't looking at Michael but he could feel the man looking at him...almost through him. He stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around. His Father's eyes were shining like small light bulbs were inside them. Silver light flowed out softly. Chase felt his knees weaken. "Everything will be alright Son" He was standing about ten feet from Chase but if felt like he was close enough to touch. His voice sounded so soothing Chase wanted to move forward into his arms. He didn't know why he felt this way all of a sudden. All the anger he felt earlier seemed to melt away and now he saw things differently. His Father started to walk forward, his large body making the floorboards creek with his weight. He closed the gap between them and reached out with one hand, taking Chase by the back of the neck. It felt like electricity moved through him where his Dad touched him. Chase was frozen in place. His Father bent down and kissed him on the forehead. I can smell him. I can smell everything about him! It intoxicated Chase, standing so near his Dad. It never crossed his mind why this didn't happen before; the only thing that was important was being near his Father, right here, right now. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, but even then it was over too soon. Chase looked up into the man's silver blue eyes. He was so handsome, Chase wanted to run his fingers through the thick blonde hair and rest his head against his Dad's broad shoulders. He breathed in deeply, taking as much of his Father inside as he could. He felt strong fingers rub at his neck and Chase became hard. "I'm here and I won't leave you ever again" the voice hypnotized Chase and all he could do was nod. He watched his Father walk away and down the stairs. It was like a dream. It took a few minutes before Chase felt like he could walk again. He couldn't explain it. Whatever just happened was like nothing he had ever experienced in his life. His cock was raging in his pants. He could still smell the man and his eyes went instantly to a large chest up against a wall on the other side of the massive room. Chase didn't have to open it to know what was inside. He quickly walked over and pulled up the lid. Michael's clothes were inside and Chase could smell the man's distinctive scent all over them. He lifted up a shirt and pressed it against his face. The odor made his dick pulse. He rubbed the fabric all over him wanting to smell the man everywhere. What had come over him? Never in his life had he been so affected by smell before. He got undressed and into bed. Downstairs Michael listened to the sound of his Son stroking himself. He waited until the boy came, hearing him grunt in pleasure as he peaked. `Maybe he is like me. Tomorrow will tell' Four hours later Michael came out of his house and moved below the window to the barn. He was wearing a pair of loose shorts and nothing else. He listened to the sound of his Son's steady heartbeat. He was sleeping. He crouched down and sprung off the ground with his bare feet and landed easily on the window frame a full story above him. He squatted there and looked around in the dark, seeing everything. Chase was asleep in his bed, breathing deeply. He moved to the ground, his big feet making no noise whatsoever. `He's so small. Does he really have the power?' Michael leaned over and breathed Chase's smell in. Chase stirred and Michael quickly released some of his power. The boy went still almost immediately and Michael moved closer. He could smell his Son's cum. A smile crossed his face as he gave the boy a soft kiss on his head. "Sleep little one. I'm here" he whispered. He extended his power slightly to keep Chase asleep and began to kiss at his neck and face. The taste of his Son's flesh made his mouth water and Michael's prick thickened in response. He gently pulled the covers back and the scent of cum became stronger. He leaned down and lapped at the potent fluid, cleaning the boy off and sucking his small cock in his mouth. It took more willpower than he realized to keep himself in control. He felt his muscles grow larger and his teeth extend. His tongue moved around Chase's hardening cock and he sucked deeply until the boy began to throb inside his mouth. He heard his Son's breathing change to a pant as he devoured the engorged shaft. He pushed down his shorts and his massive prick swelled up in the air with a beastly hunger. A deep growl escaped from his chest and Michael had to stop. He moved away from Chase for a moment and took several deep breaths. His body had become larger like it did when he changed. The boy was bringing the beast out of him literally. He remembered seeing him for the first time at the bus station. His cock had swelled then as if it already knew who he was, but Chase's attitude toward him had pushed those feelings aside. The boy was in pain and it ran through Michael tenfold. The drive home was torture for him. His Son's smell filled the cabin and he wanted nothing more than to take the boy in his arms and hug him tight. But telling him about Wendy and Emma felt like a knife in his gut as Chase's hurt feelings washed over him like an ocean wave. He was in tune with his Son from the moment the bus approached. He could smell him first and foremost. Even through the oil and gas of the busy terminal he knew when the boy was near. Seeing him...especially his eyes, made Michael tremble with anticipation. If anyone had pushed into Chase too roughly it would have taken everything in his power to not lose control and kill them. The beast knew its own and it protected it's young. Usually Michael had no problem controlling his animal but having Chase so near broke that. Now it took extreme effort not to change. He pulled it together and felt his teeth retract. He looked down at his big dick. It was swollen and hungry for the boy. He turned to his Son and moved closer. Chase was still rock hard and asleep under the power cast over him. He knelt down and sucked him back in his mouth. His lips gripped the boy's erection tightly and he sucked him deeply while his tongue ran across the sensitive surface of his Son's flesh. This time Michael remained in control. Chase came in his mouth a few minutes later and Michael swallowed hungrily at the delicious cream fed him. He continued to nurse on him until the boy was fully spent and dry. Michael wanted more...a lot more. He felt the bond sealing around them. He could feel every breath the boy took; the cool night air on his skin, and the softness of the sheets on his body. He looked up and Chase was sound asleep, even deeper than what his power would do. He was exhausted and Michael kissed his face in regret. "I'm sorry tiger. I couldn't help it. I love you so much" he whispered to his Son. "You sleep now. I'll see you tomorrow" He stood up; his massive prick throbbing and rock hard. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked himself slowly as he watched the boy. He moved back to the window and let his cock burst in the cool night air. Hot white cum blasted out of his big dick and sailed through the air, spraying the ground below. He grunted in satisfaction as he finished unloading and pulled his shorts back up. He looked at Chase for a moment and smiled. "I'm never letting you go" He jumped out of the window and landed with a soft thud on the ground below, his powerful legs easily taking the long fall. He stood up and looked up at the window. He reached out and pulled his power away but the bond now shared with them was much stronger than before. Michael could still taste his Son's cum and he licked his lips hungrily. Chase sighed at the loss but stayed asleep. Michael nodded to himself and moved back to the house. He didn't realize he was being watched. The next morning Chase felt like he had run a marathon. He got in the shower and let the hot water run over him for long minutes. He could have gone back to sleep right there if he didn't hear his Dad come up the stairs. No, that's not quite right, he didn't hear him at all...he felt him. Or did he? Chase turned off the water and grabbed a towel. His Dad called his name and he said he would be right out. He dried off some and wrapped the towel around his waist. When he saw his Father it was just like the first time. Chase felt a loss for words as he looked the man over. He was wearing shorts and a tight tee shirt. His legs were powerful and covered in blonde hair that Chase knew in his soul would be as soft as silk. He had a desire to drop to his knees and run his hands over the thickly muscled legs. His large feet were wearing a pair of red and white sneakers that seemed a little out of place for a farm. His Dad's big chest threatened to rip out of his shirt, not that the sleeves were having better luck at containing the man's engorged biceps. He was smiling at Chase. "Good morning. How did you sleep?" Chase didn't know. He really didn't remember any of it. After he came he passed out. That's the last thing he remembered until the sun came through the window. "Okay I guess" he replied anyway. Michael looked over to the open chest and picked up a shirt that Chase had taken to bed with him. Chase's face felt flushed as he thought of something to say. "If you're cold I'll shut the window for you, but help yourself to anything of mine" He looked at Chase with his blue silver eyes. God damn he was handsome. Chase nodded. "Really" Michael continued, holding up the shirt. "Take anything you need. I want you too" Chase let out his breath, happy not to have to think something up on the spot. What was he supposed to do? Admit he wanted to smell his Father while he beat off? He had dodged a bullet and he noted to be more careful in the future. "Well get dressed. Wendy left us some breakfast and then we're gonna have some fun!" He told Chase to meet him in the kitchen when he was ready and he left the boy alone to dress. Chase ate like it was the first time he had food. He filled himself up on pancakes, toast, bacon and orange juice. Michael watched with a smile as he cleaned his plate for the third time. "I'm a big eater too" he admitted to Chase and reached over to ruffle his hair. Surprisingly to both of them, Chase didn't pull away. Wendy and Emma left an hour later and Michael and Chase had walked them out. They went out to a field that extended for almost a mile before a line of trees sprung up from the ground. Michael pointed to them. "Think you can run that far?" Chase gave it a casual glance. "Sure" "Wanna race me?" Now it made sense. The shoes he was wearing had nothing to do with the farm. Chase looked at them. "I usually beat bigger people. You know, `cause I'm so small" His eyes ran over his Dad's powerful frame. "I'll give you a head start" He nodded for Chase to go ahead. Chase shrugged and took off like a rocket. His small legs pumped at the ground and the wind sailed through his hair as he put distance between himself and his Dad. He glanced back to see his Father watching him with a grin. Chase looked forward and poured on the speed. Everything was going fine, just like it usually did...until it didn't. His Father ran past him!! Chase was so stunned he almost stopped. He couldn't believe his eyes. He had a healthy head start on him, even if he was faster, he couldn't be that fast...could he? He stuck out his tongue and ran as fast as he could. He made ground but it wasn't enough. At this rate his Dad would easily make it to the trees before him. The man's muscled legs seemed to lift him higher than possible. His big feet dug into the ground and propelled him like a cheetah. Chase was going to lose. His Dad turned to him and smiled. "You're fast!" Chase was still a good twenty yards back. He put his head down and ran as swiftly as he could. He caught up until he was side by side with his Dad but he knew the big man had slowed down for him. "You're like a jackrabbit!" Michael grinned at him. "You're faster!" Chase cried out, trying to find more speed. "I am now, but at your age, I couldn't run like you!" Chase could tell it was a complement. They reached the trees together and they both looked at each other. `He isn't out of breath! Chase thought. Just like me!' Michael stood in front of him, his face slightly flushed but otherwise acted as if the run had never happened. "You're incredible" he said to Chase. Chase was confused. "I lost" His Father moved close to him and looked him in the eyes. "You're my Son Chase. You can never lose against me" Chase knew his face was red. He felt the blood surge into his cheeks at his Dad's words. He was so close, Chase felt himself breaking down. And the man's smell filled every breath. It was as if he was all around Chase, not just in front of him. There was a bubble or a circle wrapped around him. Chase didn't know how, but it was his Father. His presence was overpowering. "Why did you leave me?" he heard himself ask. "Don't you want me?" Chase felt tears slip out of his eyes and his vision blurred slightly, but not before he saw his Dad move forward and his small body was lifted up in the man's muscled arms. Chase's feet dangled in the air as he hugged his Father's broad shoulders and buried his face in the man's neck. His Dad's heavy biceps pushed into his ribcage and hugged him tight against his big chest. Chase took in a deep breath and began to cry. "It's okay Son" Michael said softly. "I'll never leave you again. I promise" Chase cried more freely. His Dad's strong hands gripped his tiny shoulders and rocked him back and forth. "Never...ever again" he continued. Deep in the woods DeMarco watched from the shelter of the tall trees, the sunlight away from his skin. He was so old he could walk in daylight, provided it wasn't direct sun. He licked at his lips wondering how Chase was going to taste. "How touching" Michael went into the house and came back with a bag of supplies. He walked through the woods and down to a lake about two miles from the house. They spread out a large blanket and Michael took off his shoes and socks. A large tree cast a great shadow over them while the lake gave them an inviting stare. Michael turned to his Son and took off his shirt. Chase's eyes ran over him and his face flushed before he turned away. Michael grinned. "You like to swim Son?" Chase nodded. "Yeah, but I'm not that good at it. I can't go real far" The fact that his Dad had called him Son didn't seem to bother him so much. "Well, no time like the present to find out" Chase gave him a surprised look. "You want me to swim way out there with you?" Michael nodded. "Yeah. You think I'm gonna let anything happen to you?" Chase looked at the lake, now much bigger than it was moments ago. His Dad was big and strong, but muscle doesn't float and Chase was old enough to know that. Before he could comment, his Dad was pulling at the drawstring of his shorts. He was taking them off! Chase panicked. His Dad pushed them to the ground and he saw the soft blonde hair covering the man's perfect ass and thick thighs. `Don't do it Dad' Chase thought. The man turned to him and Chase's eyes were pulled down like iron to a magnet. His Father had a huge prick with large balls that hung low between his muscled legs. It was the most beautiful thing Chase had ever seen. Not just his cock but everything. He was perfectly built and Chase could look at his handsome face forever. The man extended his hand. "Come on Son" Chase was frozen for what seemed like an hour. There was a huge problem. He was hard from seeing his Dad naked. If he took off his shorts his Dad would see. Then what? It was bad enough he got caught with the shirt, but this? No, he couldn't risk it. Before he realized it, he looked down between his own legs and saw his shorts tented out. `FUCK! Why did I look!?!' His Dad took a step closer, his big feet sinking into the blanket. He squatted down in front of him and Chase couldn't help but look at the man's massive prick hanging down between his legs. Away from his muscled thighs his cock looked to be the size of Chase's forearm. "Hey" Michael said to him. "No one's here but us. It's alright" He took Chase by the hand and stood him up. He looked down to the bulging shorts and said with a smile, "It's alright Son" And it was. Chase didn't know why, but everything was alright. He wasn't worried anymore but he couldn't explain why. He reached down and pushed his shorts off, his cock springing up into the air, fully hard and throbbing. His Dad looked at it and caught his breath. "Your..." `What?' Chase thought. `Small? Tiny? Pathetic?' "Beautiful" his Dad finished. His Dad's hand came out as if to grab at his hard cock but stopped halfway. Chase looked up at him. His Dad looked lost for a moment, as if he were somewhere else. The big man blinked and pulled his eyes up to look at Chase. He smiled. "Let's swim" He held out his hand and they walked into the water together. The lake was deep and Chase swam slowly, his Father's eyes darting to him every few seconds and Chase noticed how he stayed close by his side at all times. Chase was still hard, the cool water doing nothing to ease his excitement. It took almost thirty minutes before Chase felt his erection go down. His Dad was a great swimmer. Just like when he ran, the man never seemed to tire. Chase was cut from the same cloth but he didn't possess the same skill his Dad did. If Chase seemed to have any difficulty he instantly felt his Father's hand take hold of him and keep him up. When they walked out of the lake, the water beaded on his Dad's hairy legs and Chase stole another glance at the man's incredible body. He wasn't shy that was for sure. He turned to Chase as if he wanted him to look and Chase accepted the opportunity gratefully. When they came to the blanket his Dad reached down and lifted up Chase's socks and pressed them to his nose. He smiled at his Son. "I love the way you smell!" Chase was stunned. He didn't know what to say. He felt the same way about his Dad, but there was no way in the world he would have just come out and said it. Clearly his Father had no such problems. "I can smell myself in you" Michael explained to him. He pressed Chase's socks to his face again for a moment. "You belong to me..." He struggled for the words. "You're a part of me" He grinned at Chase. "The best part!" Chase looked down at his Dad's shoes. He had an overwhelming desire to take his Father's socks up in the same way but modesty took hold of him just as he felt himself move toward them. His cock was getting full again and Chase needed desperately to change the subject. "Are you gay?" his Dad asked. `FUCK!!' Chase screamed in his mind. This pushed him far past the ability to recover gracefully. "It's alright if you are. I couldn't care less" his Father continued. Chase was up against the wall with a gun to his head. Lying seemed impossible at the moment. The way his Dad looked at him with those damn blue eyes made him weak in the knees. Maybe it would be easier anyway. Maybe he should just tell him and be done with it. What did he have to prove anyway? Chase nodded his head and moved past his Dad to get dressed. He didn't look back until his shorts were on and he was pulling his shirt over his head. His Dad had put his shorts on as well but his shirt was still off. "You have a boyfriend?" The blood ran out of Chase's face. He shook his head. "No" Michael nodded at him. "Good. I don't want to have to kick some kid's ass for treating you bad" Chase laughed a little knowing his Dad was joking. He watched as his Father spread out on the blanket and turned to him. "Come here Son" Before Chase could respond his Dad reached out and took him by the hand, pulling him down. He felt his Father's muscled arm wrap around his body and hug him tight. Chase reached across his Dad's big chest and hugged him back. He rested his head on the man's strong shoulder and sighed, happy his shorts were back on. All his problems and questions seemed to melt away. It never dawned on him that he had received very limited information about his Dad or why he was there in the first place. Simply being in the man's presence was enough...at least for now. He closed his eyes and ran his hand across his Father's chest. He had strong hairy arms and legs but his chest was smooth like marble, until his hand found a run of hair on his Father's stomach that led right inside his shorts. Chase's cock swelled but he didn't care. Nothing mattered at the moment. Not even the vampire watching them from two miles away. They played football. Chase was never any good at it but his Dad seemed to be able to throw the ball right into his arms, making the game much easier. Most of the time was spent getting chased by his Dad around the field. Chase knew the man could catch him if he wanted, he had already proved that. He just wanted to play and Chase was happy oblige. Wendy and Emma came home a few hours later and Emma instantly ran up and joined the game. She ran with the ball through her Dad's legs and around his body. Chase could tell it was a game they played before and watched as Michael grabbed playfully at her tiny body each time she came near, never taking the ball from her. He growled and chased her, his arms up in the air like a monster. Emma laughed hysterically and fled for her life, the ball securely in her arms. Before dinner Michael walked up to the loft with Chase. He kept clothes there because of the hours he kept and he didn't want to come in the house dirty, so he changed in the loft. Chase watched as the big man stripped down and pulled off his shorts. He was sweaty from running around the yard all day and Chase thought he would die from lust when he saw his Father in nothing but his jockstrap. It was different than the lake when he was naked. The jockstrap was wet with the man's sweat and Chase felt his mouth water. Michael grinned at him and pulled the strap off and tossed it to the floor. He told Chase to shower first and it took the most extreme amount of effort for Chase to pull his eyes away from his Dad's hard body. He showered and when he came out his Dad was waiting naked, leaning against a beam. "You done tiger?" he smiled. Chase nodded and moved out of the way for his Dad. He heard the water run and the sound it makes when someone is underneath. Then he saw it. His Dad had left the jockstrap with his shorts on the floor. Chase couldn't help himself. He damn near ran over and lifted the moist fabric in his hands and pressed it against his face. He felt dizzy from the smell. It was the most masculine thing Chase had ever held. His Father's heavy smell was all over it and Chase found himself stuffing the jockstrap in his mouth. His spit ran into the fabric and flooded his senses with the delicious flavor of his Dad's sweat. He moaned out loud before he could stop himself. His cock became instantly hard. He sucked at the fabric. It was literally soaked with sweat and Chase was beside himself. It was like finding a chest of gold in the backyard! He reached inside the towel and began to stroke himself as images of his Dad filled his head. It took only minutes for Chase to cum. He used the towel to clean himself off, keeping the jockstrap securely in his mouth. He lost track of time. The water wasn't running anymore. Chase was still in his towel. Where was his Dad? He pulled the jockstrap out of his mouth and spun around, his heart beating quickly. The door was still closed. Chase ran over to his bed and tucked the jockstrap under his pillow. He grabbed for his clothes and got into his pants as fast as he could. The door opened and his Dad came out with a smile, a towel around his waist. "That felt good!" Chase nodded in agreement but he was thinking about something far more rewarding than hot water. His Dad went over to the chest and pulled out some clothes while Chase put his shirt on. He thought about putting his Dad's jockstrap back, but he didn't want to get caught with it. He watched as his Father came over and put his things on Chase's bed. He pulled off his towel and stood naked. "Wendy made fried chicken tonight. You're gonna love it!" Chase gazed lovingly over his Dad's incredible body as the man got dressed, not doing anything to hide himself from his Son. "You like chicken?" Chase nodded. "Mom makes it too" Chase changed right there. He stopped looking at his Dad the same way. Thoughts of his mom came rushing into his head. Michael must have noticed because he quickly spoke up. "She's a great woman, your mother. You're lucky to have her" Chase looked at him blankly. "I know" Michael finished dressing and walked past Chase to gather his things. He reached out and put an arm around his Son. "Come on, let's eat and then we can talk" They went down the stairs together, Michael's big arm protectively around his Son. DeMarco was high in the trees and watching from a safe distance. Even at night, at his full power he didn't dare move closer. The Alpha would sense his presence. He could mask what he was in public but not to a werewolf...well, at least not an Alpha. DeMarco lost count of all the wolves he had killed in his life. It seemed like no matter how many he disposed of; four more were born in their place. But an Alpha was no mere wolf. They couldn't be enthralled like lesser beings. They were too powerful themselves. They used this power to control other wolves, sometimes packs of them at once. Even a vampire couldn't break that kind of control. And Michael was strong. One of the strongest DeMarco had ever faced. He tested the boundaries of Michael's senses and knew exactly how far he needed to stay away. It would take a great deal of planning to get rid of this one. Killing Michael's wife and daughter gained no control over the wolf, it would simply enraged him. And few things were more deadly than an out of control werewolf. DeMarco needed something different and Chase was the answer. The boy shared blood with the Alpha. Not just genetically like the little girl, but wolf blood. The boy was coming into his power and the Alpha had bonded to him. That bond could be exploited and DeMarco could enthrall the Father through the Son. He would use the supernatural connection that brought them together to hang them. But he had to wait longer. The game had just begun. The Alpha had drunk from the Son. DeMarco had watched him. The bond wouldn't be complete until the child took from the Father. Then he would strike. "Love your Father little boy" he grinned to himself. He lifted off from the tree branch and sailed effortlessly through the air. Miles of ground ran below him as he increased his speed. When he neared the city he changed, his body morphing into a giant bat. At dinner Chase listened to Emma as she relived every minute of her day with her newfound brother. Michael watched Chase throughout the night, his eyes rarely off the boy in fact. He cast out just a little power and Chase turned to him and blushed. Michael's eyes gleamed lovingly and he sensed his Son's cock harden. His own prick responded in kind and swelled in his pants. He had a strong desire to drink the boy's cum again. It was so strong in fact that Wendy had to break his concentration by touching his arm. "Sorry love, what did you say?" "Are you enjoying your dinner?" "It's fantastic" he grinned at her. "Like everything you do" Michael had to be careful. Chase was bringing out primal urges in him that were damn near impossible to control and Wendy was so small. In his current state Michael could seriously hurt her if they were to have sex. He was hungry for the boy and that hunger would have to be satisfied soon. Being a woman she would sense his heightened desire and mistake it for herself. Michael could never live with himself if she were ever hurt. Chase had to come around and soon. The bond must be complete or Michael's beast would take what it wanted by force if necessary. Wendy ran her hand over his forearm and Michael leaned in to kiss her. "Thanks for everything. It's delicious" She smiled at him and turned her attention to Emma who was still talking. "Angel, let Chase eat his dinner. You can talk to him later" She nodded her head and turned to Chase and began to talk again, clearly disregarding her mother's words. Wendy sighed and shook her head at Michael who grinned back. Chase enjoyed all of them more than he would have thought possible. The food was fantastic and Emma was great to be with. But when Chase looked at his Father what he felt was indescribable. He found himself getting hard from just a look and Chase could smell the man clear across the table, even more than the hot food in front of him. His mind wandered to the jockstrap under his pillow and the size of his Dad's beautiful cock. He felt envy at the garment for getting to be so intimately close to the rugged man. And to make matters worse; whenever he looked at his Dad, his Dad was looking right back at him, as if he had been watching him the whole time. The eyes seemed to be speaking to Chase in some language only he could understand. Chase had images flash in his mind of kneeling in front of his naked Father. They were so vivid he could almost swear they were real. He felt himself sweat. Michael saw his Son's reaction and quickly pulled back his power. Chase was too sensitive to it and he regretted making the boy feel worked up, especially in front of the rest of the family. He looked down at his food and ate, his thick cock raging in his pants. It left Chase as quickly as it came. He felt like a cool breeze blew across him and he could focus once more on what Emma was saying. Minutes later when he looked at his Dad the man mouthed the words `I love you' to him. Chase felt warm all over. DeMarco landed on the balcony of a penthouse loft. The glass door was open and he shifted back into human form and walked inside. A handsome boy with curly brown hair stood to face him. "Patrick" The boy nodded his head. "Hello Master" The boy. He was naked from the waist up, his smooth muscled body flawlessly perfect. He was around eighteen when DeMarco had changed him. It took some time and twice he thought he would lose the boy before his power set in. It wasn't easy to change a human into a vampire. It took a great deal of effort and only a very powerful vampire could enact the change successfully. An unsuccessful change would result in a deranged animal, uncontrollable, or worse, a painful death. Slow feedings back and forth over a period of months were needed and DeMarco kept his power level focused on the boy constantly. Patrick was beautiful. He was strong, tall and handsome, with Irish blood in his veins, giving him a reddish brown complex and smooth skin. He had light brown hair on his arms and legs and a radiant smile with green eyes. DeMarco remembered meeting him for the first time. Patrick had begged him for the change. In his whole existence DeMarco only turned six people, three of which were still around today. Patrick was still a new vampire. He wasn't able to change form or fly at will. He could enthrall some people at a distance but his control wasn't stable yet. He was strong though. It was one gift given almost instantly to those who changed and he was fast, with the ability to cling and climb walls. Walking in daytime, even under shelter was impossible for the boy. It would take a good century until he would be able to do that...provided he survived that long. DeMarco held out a photograph of Chase and handed it to him. Patrick looked at it and grinned. "Is this my new boyfriend?" DeMarco nodded and sat next on a large cushioned chair. Patrick came over and knelt at his feet. "He's a wolf. His Father is the Alpha I told you about" "How am I supposed to get to him then?" "The woman. The Alpha will want his Son to spend time with her. It's a family thing" DeMarco explained to the confused teenager. "It's then that you will have your chance" "He won't know?" DeMarco shook his head. "He's nowhere near that level of power yet. To him you're nothing but a beautiful boy with big muscles" Patrick flexed one arm making his bicep flare out and he grinned. DeMarco let him have a moment to enjoy the complement and said, "But the Father is another story. He will sense you from miles away. You're not able to mask what you are yet and if he get near you he'll destroy you" "I'm fast" "He's faster, and stronger. His eyes will trap you and his claws will rip you apart" DeMarco didn't wait for Patrick to protest further. "I will deal with the Alpha personally, you worry about the Son" He looked over the boy at his feet. "Think he'll like you?" Patrick grinned and stood up. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to his feet, stepping out of them. His big cock hung proudly between his legs. "Oh, I think so..." ...To Be Continued