"Do I look like a little boy....ROB?"
Cass had called Rob by his first name. Before he had always been known to his son's friends as "Mr. Gill" or "Mr. G".
"Look. I uhhhh. Yes. You. You are...quite a big boy now," Rob replied. He was almost unable to think.
"No, I'm a big MAN now, Rob. I know you can't stop checking out how big I've gotten. Check these babies out. I'm a fuckin' stud now. I'm a lot bigger and stronger than you now."
"Yeah...yeah you are." Rob checked to make sure his son was still playing video games downstairs.
"Want me to show you? Watch!" Cass moved quickly and he pinned Rob to the wall. "See? Try and move. You can't."
"Yes...you're very strong. Um, please let me go."
"No. You're supposed to try really hard to outpower me, Rob. Geez. Just try. For me." There was a swagger to Cass' voice that Rob had never heard before. He hadn't seen the lad...er...man...it felt so weird to say that, in two years. And in just two years he'd grown to become a huge fucking BEAST beyond anything he thought possible for the delicate little boy who used to come over for his son's birthday parties.
He tried. Cass' grip was like a vise.
"I..I I can't move."
"I'm way stronger than you now. You're like a boy compared with me now, huh, Rob?"
"I think you should call me Mr. Gill."
"And I think I should call you ROB. What do you think of my muscles, Robby?"
"I love them, Sir." Rob couldn't help himself. The pheromonal power this boy er...man now held over him was overpowering all his senses. The smell of the boy's pits and the closeup of his musculature was too much for him to bear.
"I knew it! You're a fag! Now don't get all upset, Robby. I think you and I are gonna be good friends. I like faggots and it's time I got one of my own. So here's what you're gonna do," Cass said, leaning in. "You're gonna take me to your bedroom and you're going to suck my dick, and then we're gonna go downstairs like nothin' happened."
"But...my son...Trev will notice we're gone."
"Then you better make it quick, huh faggot?" Cass whispered in his ear. Rob barely knew what was happening. He was suddenly in his own bedroom, looking at the perfect man...he was pathetic in comparison. Dumpy, middle aged and fat.
"I haven't done this in years." Rob let out a little puppy whine when Cass' floppy, large 8 inch cock danged in front of him, waiting to be sucked. A real man's cock and the boy he used to drive to little league games was now commanding him to suck him off.
"Do it fast," Cass warned him.
The amount of cum was unexpected. It was hotter, wetter, and more voluminous than he could dream of producing himself.
"Swallow it," Cass growled in between thrusts.
So he did. All of it. And there was more and more. He couldn't believe his stomach was filling up with the man juice of the neighbor boy who lived just down the street. He had really been out of the loop of things. And now everything had switched all at once.
"You're my fag now and you'll suck me off whenever I want. Got it?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Sir."
When they came downstairs, Trev was playing video games and totally engrossed. Little did he know his own father's stomach was filled with his best friend's semen, and Rob couldn't be happier about it.
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