Chapter 19: Thursday Evening – The Demonstration

Michael pulled into the driveway just after 7:30 PM, exhausted from a long day at the office. He had spent most of the day trying to suppress the memory of what he had secretly filmed on Wednesday---his youngest son being used by fifty-eight men.

He stepped inside the house and stopped dead.

The smell hit him like a physical force---thick, rancid, overwhelming. The living room looked like a war zone of depravity. The carpet was soaked through with piss and sperm, dark wet patches spreading in every direction. Cum streaks ran down the walls. There were handprints and splatters on the windows. Sweaty, stained work underwear and socks were strewn across the furniture like trophies. The couch was completely destroyed---cushions torn, fabric soaked and stiff with layers of dried and fresh cum. A large puddle of sperm had pooled on the floor around it.

In the middle of that puddle, on the ruined carpet, lay Jack and Ryan.

Both brothers were completely naked. Their bodies were glazed head to toe with drying cum. Thick white seed still oozed slowly from their gaping, wrecked holes, adding to the massive puddle beneath them. They were locked in a passionate, hungry 69---Ryan on his back, Jack on top, both of them devouring each other’s cocks with wet, obscene slurping sounds. They moaned into each other’s groins, completely lost in their own world, oblivious to everything else.

Michael stood there, frozen, unable to speak.