Not Your Average Child's Play!

Chucky hadn’t realized that Glen was starting unclothe him, pushing the straps of his overalls over his shoulders, and down his arms. He did note that this kissing, although painful, was indeed making him rather turned on, even if it was his own son, he couldn’t really help his intense libido from getting carried away with things, and Glen wasn’t too surprised when a certain pressure came from the one beneath, pressing into Glen’s stomach. The two were now moaning together, one out of pain, the other, out of sheer bloodthirsty lust, a heap of moaning pleasure, and pain. Chucky now started pushing, resisting Glen’s further pursuit, but, Glen by this point was more than driven. “Getting excited, are you daddy?” Glen questioned, noticing how much Chucky had been struggling, and not mention Glen could feel the pressure of an active volcano beneath. Chucky attempted to wipe away the blood from his mouth, but Glen beat him to it. “You have very good taste!” Glen commented, disgusting Chucky, like never before, lapping off the sticky red mess, the room spinning in his sore head, Chucky looking down to find a pain at his chest, only to see the rise and fall of his chest, his own heart beats, clearly visible to the naked eye. Chucky’s face was about as red as the blood upon his lips, his head aching. “Let’s maybe, take this…a little further. I know how much you would like it!” Whispered the child, stroking Chucky upon the neck, passing by the scar that lined the way, he grimacing as Glen moved the sharp nail over the permanently injured area of red tissues and threading, fearing that Glen’s nail may just slice his throat right open.



Chucky squirmed away from Glen. "Glen...errr...I think, I, I need to help Tiffany with something...something..." Glen interrupted him. "Chucky!" The parent stared in shock, at how his kid used his name, quite unusual and startling. "You're not going anywhere!" Chucky was now quite submissive, and sighed to Glen with the only word that came to his mind. "...O...Okay." "That's better." Sneered Glen, before the child placed a hand upon the knee of Chucky, staring passionately into his terrified eyes. Chucky still felt the instinct of resistance. "Glen please! I don't want to do this." By now, Chucky was no longer fazed by the threat of blackmail, or his wife knowing of his murders. All he wanted now was to be out of the temptation! Glen had seen the shimmering item within his pocket and reached for it, revealing it to Chucky. "Don't make me use this." The now very devilish Glen sneered, eyeing the blade for fresh blood. Chucky, although used to seeing a blade, that had always been equipped within his own hands. Knowing it through the power of another frightened him, and he, knowing Glen had full attention upon him, watching his every move, and, not to mention craved after his very blood, really, really did scare him! "Okay. Okay! Glen! Put down the knife...and we, let's talk about this!" A firm hand held the back of his throat, nails digging in, knife pressed to his chest, Glen pulling him close, the knife rising and falling with his heart beats, Glen, being able to feel his pulse from beyond the flesh of his hot neck, laughing maniacally, staring into now submissive eyes of the father. "I will use this! Don't tempt me! Remember what I did to you last time!" Indeed, Chucky did remember the day Glen had caused him severe bodily harm, dismembering him, beheading him...and he certainly hated dying...again...many times. "Fine! I'll do...whatever the hell it is you want. But just wait until Tiffany hears about this!"



Glen wasn't fazed in the least. "Remember! Our little secret!" Glen sniggered. "Must you always have the last word?" Asked a rather humiliated Chucky, being pressed against the bed again, allowing Glen's fingers to remove his overalls. "Yes." Glen placed a hand upon Chucky's knee again, this time, caressing the spot. Chucky did feel better without the heavy overalls and, something about Glen's touch he couldn't get enough of! Oh, how he longed to feel more of that skin to skin contact! This time, using the knife, Glen forced Chucky on to his backside, keeping an eye upon that ever growing spot low upon his body. "So son..." Sighed a now quite submissive Chucky. "...what are you going to do to me?" "That's for me to know and you to find out!" Sneered Glen menacingly, exposing the still bloody teeth in a wicked cruel smile. Chucky shrank, cowering at the sight, and watched Glen take off the red shoes upon Chucky's feet, followed by the socks. Suddenly, Chucky found Glen using teeth upon his collar, breaking into yet another hot sweat, Glen showing Chucky just who was the dominant in the whole case. "Wait! Wait! What the hell are you doing?" Stammered Chucky, in an almost feminine voice as Glen began to scratch furiously at his shirt, nails, acting like razor blades upon human flesh, shredding his shirt. Within moments, he found his chest and arms exposed to the air, a chill ran through his spine, scared and vulnerable. All that was left was the bit of clothing around his lower private regions. "Just so...we're on the same page, you're not the only one being...stripped of their pride." With that, Glen whipped off the robe tie, revealing the body it hid underneath. Chucky gave a slight squeal seeing this, despite that Glen was nor female, or male, it still was enough to send his brain into a state of shock, seeing his child naked in front of him, and planning to...