Nightbreeders

By NPhillyDogg/Scedmark

Published on Oct 21, 2010

Bisexual

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NIGHTBREEDERS-1

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7 year old Neland awoke from a bad dream, when he called for his mother he got no answer. Silently he got out of bed and crept out of his room and down the hall to his parents room. The door was ajar and the nightlight was on. Neland pushed the door open only to find his parents gone.

He wandered downstairs to see if they were in the den or kitchen. He noticed the front door was wide open, the howling winds outside blowing the autumn leaves into their warm foyer. Cautiously he went to the door (peering his eyes through the dense darkness just off their front porch), he recognized his mother's bedroom slipper lying in the walkway as he ran out to retrieve it. He looked around into the brush and noticed in the far-far distance that a strange flickering light was coming from the barn. The winds created a hollow scream as he slowly made the long walk towards the family barn. His father warned him about going there, saying it was unsafe for little kids and that he could get hurt playing in there. Neland's mother never went anywhere near the barn, saying it looked spooky even in the daylight.

Curiously Neland crept closer. The barn doors were closed but there was definitely someone inside burning a lantern. Neland knew there was a small opening in the side of the barn that his father had never repaired. He ran around the side and crawled through the tight space on his hands and knees, dragging himself through dirt and gravel.

Inside he could hear people chanting, moaning erotically in a hormonal groan. He climbed a wooden ladder, hiding in the darkness of the loft as he peeked down over the shadowy edge only to see his mother (Iris) tied spread eagle on her back, as naked men in animal masks took turns fucking her. His father was naked and tied as well, his head and hands locked in an old fashion stockade as he was forced to watch his wife get gang banged by the strange men. Mr Henry yelled to his wife as she lay under one of her attackers, the man steadily humping into her as his bare butt humped up and down, thrusting his erect cock well into her used pussy. From his perch above, Neland could easily see the man's ass cheeks clinch inward as his body began to convulse. He was too young to understand at the time, but the man was coming inside his mother's womb, filling her vagina with his strong male reproductive juices as he groaned aloud in erotic ecstasy. Neland watched as the man came, then simply pulled out of his mother and walked away, leaving her naked body cringing on the barn floor. Another man (a bigger, hairier, more muscular powerful man with odd tattoos) walked up to take his place. Iris cried for forgiveness and pleaded for the man not to hurt her as her husband screamed for the man to "LEAVE HER ALONE!", but the man simply laughed as he ignored both of them and got down onto his knees between Iris' spread legs, and continued where his associate left off.

Iris cried out loud as the man penetrated her, then started humping into her, fucking her roughly as he thrust rapidly through her well fucked body. Neland held back his tears, more intrigued by the strange but exciting event transpiring before his very eyes. He could hear his mother's frantic cries for help slowly turning into erotic moans as her body began to turn against her and start to adapt to the viscous fucking. Neland's father (Kaplan) turned his head in shame, recognizing the familiar beginnings of his wife's climax. Another man in an animal mask (standing behind Kaplan) grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back in her direction, forcing him to watch his own wife's rape. Kaplan noticed his wife's eyes glaze over lustfully as her toes curled and her pale lithe body began to tremble from orgasm while the big muscular masked man continued to hammer through her.

Iris screamed out loud as she came, her body going into convulsions like a demon possessed as she pulled at the ropes binding her ankles and wrists before finally going completely limp and falling unconscious. The big man never stopped fucking as he continued ramming through her, fucking her unconscious body even harder as he drove his cock straight through her still contracting vagina.

With a might roar (that sent cold chills straight up Neland's young spine) the masked man shoved all the way up inside Iris' body and came, groaning and grunting like a wild animal as he dumped a huge cum deposit directly into her used cunt. Kaplan's head dropped as the last man seeded his wife's pussy, pulling his huge (still erect) cock from her gaping hole. One of the other masked men quickly jumped down (face first) in his place, lifting his mask over his head as he placed his mouth over Iris' cum dripping cunt and began eating all the flavor oozing from her tired exhausted body. Even unconscious Iris could feel her clitoris being sucked, causing her body to quake with aftershocks of her orgasm.

Neland watched as the last masked man stood, facing his father who was still imprisoned in his wooden tomb. The man walked up to Kaplan and gripped him by his hair, lifting his sagging face as he presented his huge cock for sucking. Neland's father looked beaten and worn as he reluctantly complied and willingly opened his mouth to receive the last cock that fucked his wife. The man shoved his hardon between Kaplan's lips, causing him to choke and gag as he rammed straight through to the back of his throat.

Neland watched as his father was face fucked by the man while another masked man got down on his knees behind his father and started eating his asshole. Neland could hear his father's gurgled gags as he was throat fucked, the big man holding his head tightly in place as he hammered his massive pole in and out of his mouth, forcing him to taste his wife's cunt as well as the spent loads of his associates penile discharges. The man eating Kaplan's ass pulled back, only to ram his own dick up his ass. Kaplan grunted in pain around the mouthful of hard cock as his throat and ass were rode hard.

The man face fucking Kaplan seemed to last a long time. He hammered Kaplan's mouth and throat long after the first man fucked and came in Kaplan's ass, and a second man took his place. Neland felt himself getting strangely excited as he watched his family get raped, his little 7 yr old cock popping an erection as his father's throat ballooned outward after every inward thrust the big man's cock. By the time the second man came in his father's ass, the big man was slamming his enormous rod straight down Kaplan's open throat, throat fucking him from tip to base before shoving all the way in one last time and coming.

Kaplan saw the big man throw his head back as he roared, holding his dad's head with both hands as he pressed his pelvic bone into Kaplan's nose and came buckets of cum straight down his throat. Neland felt frightened when the man screamed in ecstasy (the mask covering his face looked ferocious), causing him to jump back into the shadows, afraid the man might see him. When the man was finished coming, he slowly pulled his long softening cock from Kaplan's slack mouth, his rubbery cock falling down over his hairy hung low hanging testicles as Kaplan hung his head in shame, his throat burning with the remnants of the man's thick sperm.

Another man quickly replaced the big man, ramming his own cock into Neland's dad's mouth. Neland watched his father suck the other guy off while a third ass fucker took place at his ass.

"Well, well, well..." said a voice somewhere from behind Neland. The frightened boy spun around in his Spiderman pj's and noticed the big man who had just fucked both of his parents, now staring down at him (having climbed up the loft ladder unnoticed), his face conveniently hidden behind a bore's mask. "...what have we here..., a peeping Tom?"

Neland was dragged from her perch, down to barn level and thrown face down on the floor beside his unconscious mother. His Spiderman pj's were ripped from his young body as his wrists and ankles were bond and tied to wooden stakes in the ground. The man currently fucking his father's face pulled out without coming, his wet erection standing stiffly as he (and many others) began to gather around the young bound boy. Kaplan noticed his naked son lying face down on the floor in front of him (his taut young buttock hiked high in the air) as another ritual started to begin...

"NO...!! Not my son...!!!" he yelled as the man behind him started to cum up his ass...

...

7 year old Neland awoke on a beautifully bright sunny Sunday morning in his own bed, the sun shining through his window like a beacon as he jumped from his bed and ran head long into his parents' room. "Mom...! Dad...!" he cried, bursting into their bedroom.

His parents' bed was empty. Neland felt himself starting to hyperventilate as his asthma started to kick in. He ran for the stairs, his stomach in knots as his chest felt heavy. He stormed down the steps as fast as his little feet could carry him, falling flat on his face at the bottom step. "Neland..." Is that you, son...?" he heard his father call from the kitchen. He got up and ran in, finding his father sitting at the table with his morning coffee, reading the Sunday paper while his mother cooked breakfast at the stove.

"You're up early, young man!" smiled his mother, looking bright eyed and refreshed as she quickly made him a plate of pancakes and scrambled eggs. "Hungry...?" she asked, sitting his plate at the table.

Neland sat at the breakfast table, trying to determine if everything he remembered about last night was a dream? Surely his parents wouldn't be sitting here at the breakfast table this morning, eating eggs as usual if something strange had indeed happened last night!

Neland watched as his father turned the page, then glanced over at him and wink. Neland smiled, knowing his father did that to him every morning before leaving for work. His mother sat his plate before him, then poured him tall glass of milk before sitting at the table herself. Kaplan folded his paper in half as he officially joined his family for breakfast. Neland was famished as he reached for the syrup and accidently spilled his milk all over the edge of the table and onto the floor.

"I'm sorry, mommy...!!" he cried sincerely, fearing punishment.

"Don't worry about it, honey..., accidents happen!" assured Iris as she grabbed a hand towel off the table and bent down to clean her son's spill. Neland noticed red burn markings around his mother's wrists and ankles, reminiscent of the restraints that bound her to the barn floor while she was being hurt by the men in his crazy dream last night.

At that same moment he noticed the red whelps around his own wrists, further evidence that what happened last night was NO dream...!

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Current day...

20 year old Neland Thomas lashed out in his sleep, screaming out loud as he fought back in desperation. His live-in girlfriend (20 year old Megan McNeil) woke up immediately, turning on the nightlight as she reached over and shook him awake, calling his name and reminding him where he was. "Neland...! Neland, wake up! You're dreaming...! It's not real!"

Neland jumped up out of his sleep, his body drenched in sweat as he openly gasped for breath in a panic. Megan reached into the nightstand and grabbed Neland's inhaler, then tried to shove it in his mouth. "Here...! Here...! Stop fighting me and take your medicine...!" she yelled, shooting two quick sprays into his throat.

Neland gasped inwardly, taking his first breath, then fell back into bed exhausted and relieved. Megan lay over him, gently wiping the sweat from his brow as he calmed down and came back to reality. "Was it another nightmare...?" she asked, brushing the hair from his eyes. "Was it the same as the others...?" she inquired, cuddling next to him as he started to breathe easier.

"Ye...yea...yeah..." he choked, feeling his heart beat racing. "...same dream!"

"Do you want your pills...?" she asked, reaching over him for the medicine bottle on the nightstand.

"No!" said Neland, grabbing her arm as he placed it against his beating heart. "I'll..., I'll be fine in a minute...!" he insisted. "I don't like having to constantly rely on meds to cope with reality...!"

Megan watched as he slowly calmed his breathing, slowing his heart rate as he relaxed and mellowed with his head back in the pillow. Megan pulled off her teddy as she threw back the covers on the bed and climbed on top of her boyfriend, straddling his waist. "Wha..., what are you doing...?" he laughed nervously, looking up at her questionably.

"Helping you to relax!" she said, rubbing her clit over his groin. "You complaining...?"

"Not at all...!" he smiled, his cock starting to harden.

Megan reached down and aimed the head of his penis up to her vagina and sank down on it. The 7 and 1/2 inch cock slid right into her as she settled in and started moving up and down.

"Oooooh..." moaned Neland, feeling her vaginal walls massage him. He reached up and squeezed her firm A-cup breasts as she rode him, sliding herself up and down his shaft. Neland and Megan had been dating for 2 years, seriously for the last year. They now lived together in his modest apartment off campus in Philadelphia. They met during a double date, set up by mutual friends who thought they might hit it off. Neland liked Megan from the start, but was afraid to spend the night with her, knowing his reputation with nightmares.

Megan thought Neland was just old fashion, not wanting to jump her bones on their first 9 dates. But by the tenth date she was ready to knock him unconscious just to get him to stay the night. Their tenth date had gone nicely, with Neland being the perfect romantic gentlemen. Megan knew if she wanted the night to end like she fantasized, she'd have to get Neland loaded, so she and some friends got him drunk then took him home to her dorm to sleep it off. That night they made passionate love for the first time, causing Megan to instantly fall for this nice (immensely) strange man. But that night in the middle of the witching hour, Neland began to toss in his sleep. At first Megan thought it was cute that he was having a nightmare, that is until he began screaming at the top of his lungs, waking up everyone in the building.

Megan began to rethink her decision to date this loser until Neland finally took her into his confidence and told her what his dreams were about. Megan (a psyche major in college) believed Neland's dreams were suppressed memories of some awful trauma he suffered as a child. Needless to say they continued to date, falling in love and eventually moving in together after only one year of dating. But in all that time Neland's dreams never ceased, they continued to taunt him at least once or twice weekly.

Megan rode Neland's cock as she ground her vagina against his pelvis, rotating her hips erotically to churn his meaty lance around in her womb. As Neland started to get carried away with her breasts, she reached up and grabbed his hands, prying them from her person as she forced his arms down above his head and leaned forward. "I'm in control here...!" she said firmly, bouncing her ass up and down on his dick.

"I'm not fighting you...!" smiled Neland, looking up into her green eyes as she continued to fuck him at her own pace.

Megan held tightly onto Neland's hands as she rotated and bounced her wet pussy up and down on his manhood. He could feel her vagina muscles contracting as they massaged and milked his shaft, making him want to thrust up into her.

"No...! I'm in control...!" she insisted, making him stop moving as he lay there and let her drive.

Megan leaned down and kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth as she started to move her body faster. Neland surrendered to her as he allowed her to fuck him. She broke the kiss as she pulled back up and started to forcefully pound herself onto his cock, slapping her pelvic bone into his groin. Neland watched her face twist in painful bliss as her tiny rock solid tits bounced before his eyes. He reached up with his neck, latching his lips to one of her erect nipples as he sucked at her chest as hard and he could. Megan gasped as she felt herself starting to cum, her pussy clamping down on his dick as she smashed her mound into his pelvis and came. Neland could feel her pussy pulsating on his dick as her body became weak with lust.

While Megan was in the middle of orgasm, Neland took advantage of her vulnerability and rolled her over onto her back, getting up on top of her as she willingly spread her legs about him. He buried his dick inside her, allowing her to finish her orgasm before pulling back gently to resume fucking.

Megan groaned deeply as Neland took over, using his hips to ram his cock straight through her warm slick vagina. He impaled her over and over, building up speed and momentum as he fucked her hard and deep for a full 5 minutes. Megan felt a second orgasm beginning to hit her boyfriend drilled her deeply. Her body began to spasm uncontrollably just as Neland rammed himself inward and came, causing her to gush warm womanly fluid. They both cried out loud as the orgasm together, their bodies completely –n-tuned to one another as they clinched each other desperately tight.

Exhausted the two lay there (one atop the other) as they kissed and mingled in each other's sweat...

...

"Where do you want to go for vacation...?" asked Megan that morning as they both got ready for class.

"um..., I don't know..., YOU pick!" offered Neland as he donned his university sweatshirt.

"How bout we go up to your family's house upstate?" suggested Megan, getting silence from Neland. "You haven't been up there since your mother died, right? Since you were a boy...? So why not go up and re-live old times...?"

"Because..." smiled Neland, coming out of his trance. "...I'd rather go someplace fun rather than depressing!"

"But we can MAKE it fun!" said Megan, pushing the trip. "We can invite Brian and Sheila, and maybe Mark and Wesley! They would LOVE to see the place where you grew up!"

"I don't want to visit my parents' old home...!" said Neland, very cut and dry.

"But it's not healthy to hold onto these kinds of bad memories...!" insisted Megan, good heartedly. "Any text book would tell you that it's best to face your fears rather than bury them! That's why you keep having these nightmares..., your subconscious mind is telling you something's wrong! Why won't you..."

"Let's just drop it and pick another place, okay?" asked Neland, getting annoyed.

"But it could be good therapy for you, Neland...! You wouldn't be alone! Sheila, Brian, and I would be there with..."

"Would you give it a rest, already?!" snapped Neland, grabbing his backpack as he headed for the door. "I said I don't want to go up to my parents' farm, and that's that! Let's DROP IT!" he yelled, storming out.

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Later that day, in a tavern just off campus...

"I think it's definitely what he needs...!" said Megan, socializing with her friends after school as they discussed her boyfriend.

"What does Neland think about returning to his parents' house?" asked Sheila (a fellow psychology major along with Megan).

"He's dead against it! It's like he doesn't even want to face his fears when they're staring him right in the face!" said Megan, pouting over her beer.

"That's MEN for you, honey...!" said Sheila, glancing towards her own boyfriend Brian (the sports jock) as he sat beside her. "...always in denial..!"

"Hey, don't knock denial...! It's what got me through puberty!" joked Brian.

"So did jerking off!" said Sheila, sarcastically.

"And it still works!" grinned Brian.

"If you keep talking, you might be doing it alone tonight!" countered Sheila, shutting Brian down.

"So what do you think guys...?" asked Megan, getting back to her problem. "...should I take Neland up to his parents' house anyway..., or allow him to continue to live with nightmares every night?"

"Forcing him to face his childhood fears could cause him to resent you!" said Brian, getting serious. "If Neland's been suppressing his feelings all these years to something traumatic that may have happened in his past..., he might not like you forcing the issue!"

"Very insightful for a dumb jock...!" smiled Sheila, impressed.

"What can I say..." said Brian, playfully. "...I'm MORE than a great face and a gorgeous body!"

"Sticky fingers may have a point!" agreed Sheila, causing Brian to chuckle. "Forcing him to face his fears might help him get over his traumas..., but at what cost to your relationship if he feels betrayed and feels he can't trust you anymore?"

"But if I loved Neland..., I mean truly LOVE him..., wouldn't I want what's best for him even if he doesn't see it...? Despite what it might do to our relationship?" pondered Megan.

"Are you prepared to watch him walk away...?" asked Sheila, curiously. "...because that's exactly what might happen!"

Megan hunched her shoulder indecisively, pouting more as the decision weighed heavier. "We'll support whatever decision you make, Megan!" added Sheila, reaching across the table to support her friend. "If Neland's too stupid to know what a good thing he has right under his nose ..., then we'll slap him until he realizes it!"

"So I can count on you two coming with us...?" asked Megan, hopefully.

"Sure!" agreed the couple. "And I'm sure Brian could get Wesley and Mark to come too..., what else have those two losers got to do?" she laughed, half jokingly.

Continued...

______________________________________ Written by Eugene Marvin aka NPhillydogg@aol.com Email me with questions and comments, or hit me up on Facebook for faster updates and what stories

I'm working on next. -DOGG

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