Not Your Average Child's Play!

"No. No! No Glen!" Chucky shrieked, now realizing how it felt to be a true victim, at the mercy of a malicious bloodthirsty controller. Chucky had never experienced fright and adrenaline like this in a long time! Glen was now hissing at him, saliva lining the teeth, blood still very visible. Chucky even gave a scream, seeing his very son so frightening! Glen grabbed him by the hand, almost twisting it to force him to stay put, Glen now eyeing the wear over his personal regions. Grinning, Glen set a hand upon him, making Chucky squeak and go red in the face, breaking into a sweat, as Glen started to caress the area at a fast pace. Chucky involuntarily reached out and held the wrist of Glen, eyes closing at his son's stroking, so soothing and pleasurable, it morphed into a brutal mixture of sand paper and sulfuric acid, a torture to his nerves. "Glen...please. Don't." He muttered, voice, only a shutter of a high pitched whimper, breathing trembling, heavy and erratic. "It will be just fine, trust me dad." Glen started stroking him again, only this time, going much slower. "Please don't Glen. Please...no...stop." Glen had noted that although resisting, he lay flat upon his back on the bed, face covered in salty adrenaline filled waters, eyes still closed, a small line of saliva edged his lips, his breathes, now a wet, slimy hissing noise, as he took in breaths between his wet teeth. Glen then bit down upon his last bit of clothing, growling, hissing and tearing it off if him, finally, exposing the rod of stimulated flesh and nerves, Glen now getting red in the face, still hissing at him, holding the knife to Chucky's throat.



"Don't you even think about running." Chucky, was now panting, staring at his severely changed son. Indeed, this is what he wanted of Glen, to become a killer, like him, but, now, Chucky was starting to regret ever taking Glen on those killing sprees! "You ARE enjoying this!" Glen exclaimed, noticing his stimulated center. "There's only one thing to do now." Hands grabbed for him, but luckily, no pain, but a different kind of pain. A tickling sensation. Glen was tickling him! Chucky tried his hardest to keep from laughing, and that was really damn hard for him to do! He would sputter all about, flinch and flail, trying to evade the attack of Glen's fingers. However, with Glen's enhanced reflexes, that was never going to happen! Finally, the pleasurable agony ceased, and Chucky found Glen licking him over the throat again. Chucky waited in eager anticipation for his teeth to pierce, but to his luck, this never happened. Glen merely lapped away his sweat, and Chucky was really liking this treatment. Down to his chest, where two small lobes of flesh lay, Glen dove for one, attacking it with a hot tongue. Chucky gasped and gave a cry, again, fearing teeth, but only a very light nibble from Glen. Chucky had to bite his lower lip to prevent from moaning as Glen licked the opposite hand and rolled his other lobe, now, a dual stimulation, making it even more difficult for Chucky to keep quiet. After about two long minutes, Glen licked him over, raking the salivated tongue over one, and to the other, feeling Chucky's heart beats from below, lusting for more of his blood. Finally, it was over. Glen now moved to his torso, wetting him all over, but not leaving him until he found a small crevice to play in and explore. Chucky, realized it would be better if he were to just deal with things, his libido forcing him to enjoy and be pleasured by this odd form of child to parental bonding. Finally, Glen met at his lowest set of nerves, very sensitive indeed. "Glen...no...please." Chucky managed through pants, face getting hot. "I, I don't want to...do this anymore." By this point, Chucky was not only overwhelmed with fear and guilty pleasure, but now, sheer lust for his own child. Glen looked into his eyes, seeing just how pained he was, and Chucky could see himself upon Glen's pupils, noticing how frightened he was! It wasn't long until he felt a pair of wet bloody lips enclosing upon the highly aroused nerve endings, Chucky, now fearing teeth once more. "Glen! No! Please! I told you I...I hate incest! You're my son! I...I...oh...that feels good." Suddenly, as if by magic, Chucky wasn't so afraid of the over all circumstances anymore, and found his eyes beginning to glaze over, eye lids getting heavy. However, he was deeply fearful of one thing, the fact that was really loving this. "Oh. Oh God. Oh God Glen! That feels...really good!" Oh how much he had wished to say just the opposite, his libido wouldn't allow him to!