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   **Author's note: Don't try this at home.  Child abusing is BAD (and also
forbidden).No kids were harmed during the process of writing.  Comments,
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   This said,

   enjoy the show.**

   CHAPTER 2 - FAMILY MATTERS

   As I was filling my teenage brain with the dry essence of power, someone
was coming back to Earth.

   Confused as he was, Leo, the former dog, looked to the ground, trying to
understand why was he standing in all fours, pointing his privates to the
nearest tree.  How did he get there and like that?  It was being a hard
day. Maybe the sun melted some neurones.

   And as he recovered his normal way of thinking, wishing I hadn't seen
anything at all, Mr Powell came back.  A sudden wicked thought roused in my
mind...  And for some reason, also in my pants.

   - I'm back, boys, I hope you didn't get too bored.

   - Not at all, Mr Powell.  Not at all.

   - Really?  Ok then, let's do this as good as we can.  I don't want any
of my boys to get hurt during my patrols.  Take this part of the rope, son,
and tie it to that tree.  I'll pull from here, and you David try to climb
up, alright?

   - Roger!

   I put the flute back in my pocket, took the part of rope that Mr Powell
had thrown to me and with his help I managed to climb the 5 feet high hole
I was stuck in.  I hadn't realized before, but Mr Powell's arms sure were
strong!  It was easy to notice the years working as a firemen caused a good
effect in his physique.

   - Glad to see you back.  Luckily you just have torn your uniform a bit.
We'll mend it once we get back to the camp.

   - Don't worry, sir, it's not that bad.

   - Ok, then, let's go.  It's getting dark, and the rest of boys are
waiting for us.

   And with no further conversation, the three of us started walking.  Leo,
still visible affected by the previous strange events, look thoughtful as
his father explained him their family schedule for the next weekend.  It
seems Mr Powell's brother was coming to pay a visit in order to celebrate
someone's birthday.  I couldn't care less.

   I silently put my hands in my pocket, took out the flute.  And as the
melody started sounding, with man and boy not seeming to hear the notes
that were being introducing through their ears, I began visualizing.

   I didn't wanted it to over rush it, so I started with something simple:

   "First thing the camp life.  How good it is for the kids to be in
contact with nature, how well it feels to be in company of a respectful
adult.  You, Mr Powell, you are their only mentor, the guide to follow. 
You are to be respected because what you order is only for the boys sake."

   I lift my sight and I saw how Mr Powell face brightened with a peaceful
smile.

   I continued displaying images through the melody:

   "It is good to command boys, they are too young to know what is good for
them and what is not.  Thus, they need some authority.  They have to obey
to your commands, and if they refuse, they have to be punished"

   Mr Powell changed his expression from a satisfied smile to a serious
stare.

   "But kids are so pure, so holly.  They are angels!  Beautiful and
handsome angels!  With those lovely eyes and happy faces.  Those
mischievous smiles, and playful manners.  How they jump all around, how
they play with each other, how they're hands touch each other near the
river.  And they swim, and jump, full of joy, as the sun brights in their
young and smooth skin.  And they look to you, Mr Powell, they stare at you
while they play with each other.  Invitingly, blissfully, as they wish you
to guide them, to show them, to enjoy their sexy young bodies..."

   Mr Powell stopped at once, grimaced and shook his head.

   - What the..?

   - Dad, are you ok?

   Maybe I was going too fast?

   - Nothing, son, it's nothing.  The heat is killing my brains.

   But I could see something new in Mr Powell.  A mix of fear and bliss
while he chatted with his son.

   I decided to go forward.  I hadn't tested the flute too much, but I
wanted to see how far could I get.

   "Yes, they're full of sexiness.  Every teenage pore, every part of their
pure pubescent body exhales the moist of hot and dirty sexiness.  They're
the forbidden fruit, the most valuable hunter's piece.  And eating them out
would be the most delicious idea ever..."

   - N-no..  No...

   I could hear Mr Powell, confused and scared as those never expected
thoughts invaded his mind.  But I was not going to stop playing.

   "And Leo's the most beautiful in the angelical court.  His perfect
smile, his round and smooth biceps, his well defined abs, his glistening
legs..."

   Mr Powell stopped once again.  This time eyes closed and hand in his
head.  Denying as if he was talking to someone

   - Dad, are you ok?  Dad?!

   "Look how his muscular young body outlines through his scout uniform.  How
his candid eyes ask you to have him, to show him how much you love him, to
prove your father love.  He wants it, and you're craving for it too."

   He couldn't look to him, to his boy.  Lots dirty images were coming to
his mind.  His little boy undressed, touching himself, touching that smooth
teenage skin, moaning in plain pleasure...!

   "Leo's blue eyes, they're inviting.  He wants to be loved, he needs to
feel his father love.  He wants it, and he wants it right now.  It is ok!
It's ok to touch your hot son with love..."

   - It is...  It is ok to touch my hot son...

   - Dad..?  What..?

   Leo's face was the real image of confusion.  His father, standing in
front of him, eyes glued, while reciting it was ok to touch him.  To touch
his "hot" son!

   "To undress him, to kiss him, to feel him.  You're wishing to feel him,
to see how he tastes..."

   - Und...  Undress him...  Tas...Taste...

   Trembling and like in slow motion, Mr Powell turned right in order to
reach his son.  It looked as if it was moving against the flow, but a
passionate look of lust was glowing in his eyes.

   He finally reached his son's body, who shacked from the shock.  Giving
his dad a last chance, Leo sorted the possibility of his father being
through some sort of joke, but Mr Powell was too busy unbuttoning his son's
scout shirt and lace to answer Leo's questions.

   I focused then my song to the spoiled brat.  It was his time to receive
his medicine.

   "You can't move, Leo.  You're legs are rooted to the floor, your body is
solid frozen, and your hands are heavy like two huge rocks"

   It was obvious the music was working.  Leo stopped rejecting his Dad's
passionate kisses, and Daddy took profit of the situation by going further
down to his little boy pink nipples.

   - Don't!  Dad!  Do not!

   "Your Dad is the most precious to you, isn't it?  He looks after you, he
takes care of you.  You love him as much as he loves you, and yet, you're
rejecting him.  Don't you feel ashamed?"

   While his father kept on licking and kissing the boy's upper part, Leo's
face was a display of contradictory emotions.  He was struggling hard to
not fall into the charm of the melody, but I felt powerful and nothing was
gonna stop me now.

   "He gives it all to you, he's the very image of your wannabe, and yet
you refuse him.  Is it that fair for the one who loves you?  Whats wrong in
letting your father have some fun?  Is it bad for a a father and his son to
love each other?  To show affection?"

   His father looked up, straight in his little boy's wetty eyes.

   "Son, I love you.  You're the most valuable thing I have.  My precious,
my beloved son..."

   And as he was expressing his pure feelings to his son, his head
apporached near Leo's, cutting distances between mouths, feeling each
others breathing, they're warmth, they're lips, and finally, Leo gave up.
All he wanted was to enjoy the lust I was powerfully projecting to his
mind. To taste his father's tongue as his teenage body was explored by
those strong manly hands.

   And as they kissed, Leo embraced his dad big shoulders, caressing his
broad back and enjoying every part of the muscled man.

   - Dad...  aahh..  Dad...  I-I Love you too...

   He softly separated both bodies a bit.  Both looked each other in the
eyes, those beautiful blue eyes Mother Nature made them share.  They knew
what the other wanted, they needed to express it, and they were so happy
that it would be hard to stop it.

   Leo unbuttoned his father's khaki shirt, as his dad fondled the boys ass
cheeks.  They were small but firm.  He had seen them thousand of times when
his kid was younger, but never thought they could feel this hot.

   There was no need for me to keep playing the flute.  It seemed obvious
as my hatred friend was diving his face in his fathers hairy pectorals,
enjoying the musky manly odor, that my long time revenge was advancing in
the right direction.

   And God if I as enjoying it too!  A stiffy pushed against my scout's
pants.  I think I could have even wetted myself right away.  I decided to
give a little reward for my great work by touching my weeny for a bit.  I
couldn't let those two be the only ones to have fun, right?

   As I grabbed the waistband of my shorts, so did Mr Powell with his
son's. He slowly knelled down the floor, pulling the piece of clothe down
as he did, `til his was face to face with his beloved child's penis.

   I was happy to see Leo had also developed some sandy hair as I did.  I
had never thought it would be a bit darker than the hair in his head.

   The boy put his hands on his father's head.  messing with the hair while
he pushed towards to his aching boner.

   Daddy was not about to wait, and he easily swallowed the soft 5 inch
piece of boyhood that was standing in front of him.

   - AAAAWN!

   Leo squirmed in pleasure, moaning and gasping with every sucking in and
out of his father.  It seemed to feel so good!  I guess I'll have to
figure out someday.

   - Dad..!  I-I'm Gonna....!  I'm Gonna explode...!

   But Mr Powell was too busy, delighted with the salty taste of his young
13 years old boy.  God if he loved that kid!

   But suddenly Leo's body arched, closed his eyes he shouted out loud, the
loudest of his moans.

   - AAAAAAAAAAWN!!!

   His hips thrust six times into his father's mouth..  Mr Powell widely
opened his eyes.  He could feel something salty in his mouth, and going
down his throat.  He coughed and spitted, which wasn't much of the likes of
his still thrusting son.

   As much as I was enjoying touching myself, I had to reach again for my
flute.

   "Enough.  It is enough.  You can stop now.  You enjoyed yourselves, you
had a pleasant time.  Do hug one the other, do love what has happened and
feel expectation for it to happen again."

   Both boy and man hugged, naked, skin to skin, and in a lovely manner.  I
was going to puke, but I wasn't as evil as to let them break apart they're
relationship.  Who would I go teasing then, huh?

   "But you'll keep it as a secret.  Yes, a secret between father and son.
So no one can know because not everyone would understand.  Now, go, dress
up, and keep walking as if nothing unusual had happened".

   And as I had visualized it, both broke the hugging, reached for they're
discarded clothes while I ended what I had started down between my legs. 
It felt so good to touch it!

   But I felt a bit lonely at the time, and I found it unfair to be the
only one to enjoyed.  I put the pan flute back into my mouth and directed
the sweet notes towards Mr Powell ears.

   "But before you leave.  Help your scout mate.  He's been having a bad
time since he felt into that hole and he won't feel better until one gets
rid of his erection."

   The man came to me, with a look of concern.

   - Ok, boy, let's get rid of this little pointiness you've got here,
alright?

   - Sure!!

   He knelt, opened the palm of his hand and caressed my 6 inch pinky
friend.  Ow, I can't explain how good it felt!  Twice as good as doing it
oneself!!  I didn't wanted him to stop, I wanted his cold hands to sorround
it all, to let them get me crazy till I manage to "explode" as Leo did.

   - Aff..  Ummm...  Arf!

   - Everything ok, boy?

   - Ooow....  Y-You bet!

   Seconds later I was shooting loads of white goo all over the place.  I
quickly let my whole body sit into the floor, since my legs weren't strong
enough to let me stand.

   - This is the best thin EVER!!

   - I'm glad you're feeling better, David.  But it's late and we have to
go.  Ok?  Hurry up, dress up, and let's go.

   - Y-Yessss Sir.

   I was so exhausted that I thought I could not move.  But Mr Powell was
right.  It was getting dark, and owls and other animals of the woods were
giving signals it was no time to be wandering around.

   The three of us retook the way, happier as ever.  I felt greatly
encouraged.  I could do whatever I could!!  I looked at the flute, still in
my pocket, my eyes filled with gratitude.

   But something was different.  Had it just changed colours?  It looked a
bit...  Redder.

   I noticed then.  Something was grabbed under my name now.

   "David,

   The Stave Master.
   Seven Notes Left"