Not Your Average Child's Play!

It certainly did! Chucky found Glen's tongue trailing down his cheek, to his throat, and settling there, giving him another small set of loving bites, making Chucky shudder a bit as they tapped against his scars. What was he to do? He could let his son continue, but that was really starting to worry him. He could take the risk of stopping the situation, but he didn't want his wife to discover his secretive late night hobby. Glen's voice broke through his train of thought. "I know you want those clothes off." Glen said, noticing how sweaty he was. "Maybe...this will help." Suddenly, he was facing his son, and felt something, very wet, slimy and hot run over his lips, to pass away and come back again. Opening his eyes, Chucky discovered Glen was licking him over the mouth, slipping in to taste his saliva every now and again. Chucky could feel himself getting aroused and decided to maybe would be better to tell Glen the truth. "Glen...son...I want you to..." Again, he was cut off, as a finger rested upon his wet lips. "Don't speak." Glen ordered. "Your eyes speak for you." Glen peered with a deep and seemingly endless stare into the eyes of the father, and, in that instant, Glen could see he had been enjoying this entire session. "Glen please, there is something very impor..." To Chucky's utmost surprise, he found himself falling and collapsing, and then felt Glen's tongue deep inside of him as Glen implanted for a deep and passionate kiss. Glen leaned into Chucky during the kiss, something about being on top of him was exciting and arousing. Glen could feel a wave of power overcome the senses, remembering all of the horrendous killing sprees that Glen had no say in participating in. Glen released, Chucky, even panting for breath. "Like that?" Chucky was now at a loss of words, his child had kissed him, and...hard! Chucky could feel the red area where the suckling had brought fresh blood to the surface, and, it was rather sore from Glen's sharp teeth. "As a matter of fact...I think...I did!" Chucky knew he couldn't hide his feelings anymore, for he was growing hard between the legs and an obvious bulge could be easily seen. Chucky, so winded, could hardly even conceive what he had just said, but oxygen finally caught him. He covered his mouth in realization to his own words. "Well then, maybe we should try that again?" Again, Glen smothered him, but Chucky had blocked the entry of Glen's heat seeking missile and enamel projectiles. Glen didn't resist, and began to nibble upon his lower lip. Chucky stifled a squeak of pain and fright, feeling his son's razor pointed teeth coming down upon his tender and sensitive flesh. Glen still suckled, and Chucky had been paying so close attention to his son's teeth, he could hardly even feel that Glen had been removing the stitching with those teeth. Glen, still nibbling, happened to wedge one of the pieces of enamel on to a soft spot, puncturing and drawing blood. Chucky grimaced and flinched, even releasing a small grunt of pain. Glen’s tongue happened to meet the small globe of blood, and noticed the sensation as the vessels in the eyes began swelling with blood, feeling a twitch coming to the left eye.

Oddly enough, Glen didn’t resist. In fact, Glen liked its taste. Again, Glen swept over the area, now finding the taste of blood, salty and thick to be most pleasurable. Something began to tick in the brain of Glen, something new, but, not entirely new, more so, a new method of viewing the family situation of killing and bloodshed. Perhaps, Glen could get used to the idea of committing violent murders, for the taste? Glen grinned, Chucky catching something new in his son’s eyes, something he had never seen before, strangely, it frightened him, as he was the victim of the situation, Chucky could feel his eyes now filling up to the brim with the red liquid, as the blood rushed to his eyes. Glen continued to lick over the area until blood ceased its flow, giving Chucky such a menacing stare, even he himself was frightened by it, he could feel Glen’s eyes narrowing in upon him, hungry and lustful. “Son…what…are you doing?” The father asked, as Glen began to force him down to the bed, breathing heavy, eyes a flame and burning into him, grip increasing about his arms, pressing weight into him. “Don’t worry…you’ll find out…soon enough!” Glen then continued to nibble upon the lips of Chucky, only much harder, drawing more blood to the surface and lapping it away as if Glen’s very life depended on the blood of the parent. Chucky started to moan a little, feeling some grave fear from that glare in his sons normally passionate and loving eyes, and, the fact that Glen was eagerly drinking his own blood like some sort of life saving potion, and getting quite furious with the quest, as Chucky could hear Glen’s breathing picking up, eyes twitching like mad, being sure to get a very good hold of his arms and forcing them down.

Chucky began to squirm underneath Glen, only making Glen further excited, biting him harder, even growling a bit. Finally, the struggle became too intense, and oxygen was much needed. As soon as Chucky opened his mouth for air, Glen took a dive for him, making it back inside of his fathers mouth, tongue sweeping over his teeth, cheeks, gums, and finally, running across his tongue, teasing him, and luring it to Glen’s bloodied chewing utensils and catching it between the teeth, and then, started to bite, and very hard, Chucky even moaning into the mouth of his son at the pain, now, quite submissively, as he realized there wasn't much he could do about this insane, strange, cruel and absurd abuse. Glen responded to the vibrations, moaning back into the mouth of the parent, wrapping a set of arms over him, and stroking the back of Chucky’s neck, using the set at the ends to scratch him, making Chucky moan louder as Glen continued to suckle viciously upon his tongue, sucking away at the blood as if it were a mother’s savory milk, Glen could taste the adrenaline, only making Glen more hungry for Chucky’s ample red life juice, Glen even now growling like some crazed, starved and rabid animal, salivation flow, ever increasing at the taste of the sticky red substance upon the taste buds of the now very bloodthirsty Glen. Chucky now began to pull away from the sharp sting of teeth, but a hand gripped his hair, giving it a firm tug, and thrust him back into position, allowing Glen to access more of the wet slab of wounded bloody flesh. Despite the pain, Chucky began to feel himself giving into Glen, though, not really enjoying this form of love making, was proud that Glen had been taking a keen interest in the family tie of bloodlust. Maybe, even taking it a bit too far!