Vis Maior

So after the interesting stories in guild chat tonight I decided to start a little game here on the general forums. Here are the rules:

-I'll start a story in honor of webin...
-You reply with the next sentance/paragraph (at most)
-your reply must make sense in relation to the post above yours
-no limits, no boundaries, take it where you see fit, just don't turn it 180 degrees with one sentence.

"A lean young farm boy stands in the shade of his father's old rickety wooden barn. He is dripping with sweat from working the fields all morning with the family horse, betsy. He just put her back to stable and was waiting for the school children to come a'playin cross his father's field after the old school bell had rung. He heard the laughter before he spied the young'ins, and suddenly he wished he hadn't grown up so fast..."

"... As he stood there watching the school children play in the field, he realized it had been quite a while for him. He dedcided now was as good a time as any. Still sweating from his hard labor, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He wiped some sweat off his brow and onto his throbbing member. He began to stroke it. Gentle at first, then harder and harder as he watched the children wrestling in the field..."

"...Suddenly one of the children caught sight of him, and gasped in absolute horror. The child could only stand in silence and awe with his mouth agape, staring at the perverted farm boy. This only intensified the powerful sensations filling the farm boy with pleasure..."

"....Suddenly the young farm boy was filled with fright when he felt a massive hand come onto his shoulder. He turned around as quickly as he could to see that the hand belonged to his father who was just as shocked as him. The young boy bowed his head him shame only to be confused by the words his father spoke to him, "So I'm not the only one." ..."

"... There was a small glint in the son's eye, as he surveyed his father's large frame. He was quivering from head to toe... to many it would seem like fear. The kind of fear a son feels when he has been caught doing something terrible-- but this was different, unique. The ambiguity of his emotions were made quite clear when the bulge in his pants grew once again robust. The small hole in the crotch of his jeans burst at the seams revealing a young but strong cock. The father was excited. He finally realized that his son was just as sick as him, and he could embrace him in sexual ecstasy. He reached down and grabbed his son's cock and began palming his shaft. After extensive foreplay..."

This is so beyond fucked up.

I'm going to be ill. Seriously, it amazes me how quickly something on this forum goes Homo....

"... The son's mood suddenly changed. The father concerned about what happened questioned his son. "It's nothin' pa. It's just Betsy has been watching us for the past 10 minutes." The father let out a hearty laugh. "Don't worry about her." He says. "She's just jealous cause i haven't had time for her yet." It took the son several seconds to understand what his father meant by that but once he did he was shocked once more. "You mean you actually...""

The father and son duo looked startled as they heard police sirens in the distance. The sirens getting louder and louder as their erect members grew smaller and smaller. They knew they were caught ...it must have been that pesky neighbor Mrs Smith who called them in. "Don't worry son" said the father. "Prison can teach a man many things" The son looked at his father with bright eyes and noded with a smile

"... That day was over 15 years ago, and the young farm boy had now grown to be a proud bull queer in Cell Block B of the state penitentiary. He couldn't help but reminisce every now and then to that fateful day. He hadn't seen his father in at least 10 years, not since he escaped and headed for Mexico, telling his son to look for him in a donkey show one day. "You look sad little guy," Bruno said to him. Bruno was a huge man with a shaved head, and his gruff exterior hid a compassionate lover inside, which made the boy proud to be his bitch..."

"Fortunately for the young farm boy, he gave a mean blow job. He had it made..."

"...It was there, in Cell Block B, that the boy first discovered that which his life now revolved around. Each day, after lunch, he would emerge victorious against Hector and Luis in riotous games of C-Lo, thus earning both their praise and their cell-made toothbrushes with razors stuck in them. And each night, in the darkest confines of his little 4' by 4' piece of the world, he would salivate as he slashed away the skin from the base of his penis and masturbated, shooting massive loads directly onto his bare feet..."

Just as about the farm boy was about to be Bruno's bitch again, a call went out that echoed down the prison corridors. "New prisoner, prepare to open cell 8, Block B". The cell next to the farm boy's own cell had only one prisoner for a long time. Looks like it was finally getting filled. The next afternoon in the showers the farm boy was hurried to catch a glimpse of the new prisoner. He could see it was a very pale, but muscular man, with a tatoo on his back shoulder. The symbol of Nazi Germany.

Joseph, the neo nazi, had come to cell block B. He was of asian decent, a rarity amongst the current prison population in this county's cotton based economy. Farm boy was fascinated by his new neighbour, he had not had the opportunity to suckle on oriental cock in his life. His anticipation increased tenfold when rumours reached from the showers about Joseph's Legendary staff, a prison first. But getting an inch of the action was proving difficult for Farm boy. Joseph remained a mysterious character, no one in Cell Block B ever heard him speak a word. Farm boy was getting desperate, on one fateful night, he approached cell 8...

"As he approached the cell, he could hear Joseph sleeping inside. "This is my opportunity", thought the farm boy. He slowly lowered Joseph's pants, and began what he was known best for. All of a sudden, Joseph jumped up exclaiming, "What are you doing?!?". The young farm boy could barely get out a word before Joseph said, "Fine, let us see how you like it you little bitch!". Joseph ripped the pants off of him, to reveal a scarred and bloody penis. It didn't seem to bother Joseph, infact he smiled a little bit. "This is perfect", he said. He began to suck his cock vigorously. The farm boy looked down to see some blood dripping out of Josephs mouth. He wasn't quite sure who's it was, but at this point he didn't care. After he exploded into Josephs' mouth, Joseph rose up from his knees and proudly exclaimed "You are now one of us. You are HIV positive. Go my young buck, and spread the virus throughout the world"..."