As Jim let himself into his house he stopped. He could hear voices, but there shouldn't have been anyone home. His son Travis was meant to have headed off on a trip with his two best friends. Jim closed the front door quietly and made his way silently into the house. The voices, and there seemed to be two of them, were coming from the Den. Jim crept to the door of the Den and then suddenly, pulled it open.
Jim's sudden entrance stopped the conversation, but neither of the two occupants of the room seemed surprised. Instead it was Jim who was dumbstruck. Standing in front of him were Travis' best friends, Austin and Scott. The two boys seemed to have made themselves feel right at home as they were drinking Jim's best Scotch and smoking some of his finest cigars.
Jim put his briefcase down with a thump and Austin looked him straight in the eye and smiled at him. Austin lifted his left hand, the black fabric of his Tee-shirt straining around his biceps, and took the cigar from his mouth.
"Hey Jim, glad you could you join us. Now we can get this party started." said Austin.
"What the..!" Jim caught himself, the habits of years just stopping him from cursing out the two boys. He took a couple of slow deliberate breaths before he thought he could control himself and then slowly spoke. "OK boys. This is obviously some sort of prank and I admit you got me, but your funs over. Where's Travis, I thought you were all leaving town for your trip this afternoon?"
"Travis is waiting for us in the motel where we said we'd spend the first night." said Scott, trying to talk around the thick cigar he had in his mouth. He gave up and took it out "You see, old goody-two-shoes Travis doesn't need to know about tonight Jim."
Jim exploded with anger "You will call me Mr Donaldson or sir, while you are under my roof. I will have some respect!" and he went to grab the drink out of Scott's hand, only to find Austin in the way. Austin calmly but firmly gripped Jim by the wrist. Jim tried to shake him off and then realised that he couldn't. He brought his free hand round, but Scott grabbed that wrist and a sudden icy calm washed over Jim as he realised that the two 'boys' were now men and he was physically at their mercy.
"Now, now. Temper Jim, temper." said Austin as he gently, but firmly twisted Jim's arm behind his back. Scott did likewise and then handed the wrist he was holding over to Austin. Austin easily held both Jim's wrists in one of his big meaty hands and he threw his free arm around Jim's chest. Jim was now held pinned against Austin's body, he briefly struggled, but the squeeze Austin exerted on his wrists sent pain shooting up his arms and he stopped moving.
"That's better." said Austin in Jim's ear "Now as my buddy Scott said, Travis has got nothing to do with this little party. We told him we were having car trouble and he's waiting patiently for us to join him tomorrow. We didn't think he'd be quite as excited by tonight as we are."
"Wha..what do you mean?" asked Jim, finding his voice again after the shock of the last few seconds. "What is going on? What do you want?"
"Well that's easy Jim." Said Scott "We want some of what our dad's have been getting."
Jim's mind raced furiously as he tried to make sense of Scott's cryptic statement. He shied away from the most obvious explanation, sure that his secret was buried deeply enough for there to be no possibility of the boys talking about... that.
"Cat got your tongue?" asked Austin, quietly in Jim's ear interrupting Jim's internal turmoil. "You don't have to think about it too hard. You know what we're talking about..."
"I... I don't. I don't know what you mean." said Jim
"Come on Jim." Said Scott "There's no point in playing dumb, I found my dad's secret diary. We all know what you three get up to on 'Poker' nights. I want a piece of the "best cock-sucker in the county", and that's exactly how my dad describes you."
"Yeah Jim." said Austin as he pulled Jim firmly back against his groin and began to rub himself up and down against Jim's butt "We know what you can do and we want some!"
Jim sagged, his secret was out. He didn't even bother trying to deny it. He had no idea Scott's dad Jeff kept a diary, but it was the sort of thing Jeff was dumb enough to do and he was just as capable of leaving it somewhere that Scott could find it. As his mind began to cope with the shock of his guilty secret being discovered, he realised something... "The fact your dads and I have an occasionally intimate relationship is none of your business boys. And don't think you can blackmail me into doing anything I don't want to. The only way you could hurt me would be to hurt your dads and I know you don't want that."
"Oh we weren't planning on blackmailing you." said Austin "We thought you'd decide to have a little fuck-fest of your own free will."
"Sorry boys" said Jim "I'm not in the mood and you're not your dads, so why don't you just let go of me and we can forget all about this."
"Well when we said your own free will, we meant after we'd done a little bit of attitude adjustment." replied Scott. Before Jim had a chance to ask what he meant, Scott turned away for a second, and took something from a bag on the floor. Hiding it with his body he moved closer to Jim. Austin tightened his grip on Jim and then Scott lunged and pulled some sort of hood over Jim's head.
As the hood covered Jim's eyes and everything went black, Jim began to panic. He's still held some idea that he was the grown up, the one in charge. Now he appreciated how much he was at the mercy of the two boys. No matter how hard Jim struggled, Austin kept him pinned and Scott kept pulling the hood further and further over Jim's head. The hood moved lower and blocked his nose, he began to take huge gulps of air, anticipating the moment his mouth would be covered. Austin spoke quietly in his ear, like someone calming down a hurt animal "Easy there Jim, you don't have to struggle so much. Just a few more seconds and then you'll see the world from our point of view." Austin paused and tightened his grip as Scott pulled the hood all the way down and covered Jim's mouth. Jim held his breath, praying for release. "Just a few seconds more" continued Austin "and then I promise you, you'll be begging me to shove my dick so far up your ass you be able to taste my balls in the back of your throat."
Jim was barely listening as he fought to try and stay calm and then he felt fresh air coming in through his nose. Two holes in the hood had lined up with his nostrils and he could breath again. As the panic began to subside with each breath, Scott continued to push and pull at the hood. Jim found a hole for his mouth and opened his mouth wide, taking in more fresh air. Finally as he felt Scott's finger's running over the surface of his face, he felt a give around his eyes and as he forced his eyelids open, somehow taking the material of the hood with them, the light came back.
His first sight was of Scott standing in front of him, grinning from ear to ear. "Perfect, fucking perfect." said Scott in deep tones of satisfaction. Jim had no idea what he meant. He could only guess what depraved reasons the boys had for putting a hood over his face and frankly he wasn't happy with any of the images that came to mind. Scott turned to Austin "I think he's ready to have a look" said Scott. Austin simply grunted his assent and, still holding firmly on to Jim, marched him over to the mirror.
Jim was braced for many sights as he came into line with his reflection, but not as it turned out for the one he confronted. He stopped his jaw hanging open slightly, at the site of his reflection, but with Travis' face on his body. There was no doubting it was his reflection, Travis's face moved at his command. When he closed his mouth, so did Travis' reflection, when he frowned so did Travis' reflection. He reached out with one trembling hand to touch first his new reflection and then his new face, only dimly aware that Austin had let go of him. This was real, completely insane, but real, of that he had no doubt. Jim spun round and stated at Scott & Austin "How??" he asked. His voice sounded different too and he suspected he now sounded like Travis as well, but that was only one small shock alongside the much bigger one of his new face.
"So do you like your new look Jim?" asked Scott
"It's kind of a new you, don't you think?" added Austin
"Of course." continued Scott, "At the moment it kind of looks like out buddy Travis has let his figure go." Gesturing at Jim's slight paunch. Scott reached into the bag again and drew out a much larger item, making no effort to hide it from Jim this time. Scott held up a full length body suit that was very definitely anatomically correct. The body was that of a fit young male in his twenties, complete with the request six-pack, and Jim realised, a totally accurate copy of Travis' body "So do you want to finish your new look with the full outfit?" asked Scott.
"But why?" asked Jim as he reached out to touch the body-suit.
"Well buddy, you know you just told us we weren't our dads? Well you were kind of 100% wrong there." said Austin as he reached up to his neck and gripping the skin firmly yanked upwards pulling off his face to reveal Austin's dad, Chris. Jim heard a similar ripping noise behind him and turned round to see Jeff's face smiling back at him on top of Scott's body.
"You see we got these suits a few days ago and we figured with our boys out of town we could break them in properly" said Jeff
"And I just couldn't resist the chance to mess with your mind." said Chris "So we staged this little demonstration for you."
Jim shook his head, smiling despite himself. He was too excited by the options the suits gave him to be angry.
"Well I guess I'd better finish getting ready then." said Jim, taking the body-suit off Scott. "You two make yourself comfortable and when I get back... well I believe you promised me a good hard fuck.... Austin."
Chris smiled and pulled the Austin mask back into place. He picked up his cigar and took a long draw on it "Damm right." he said.
"And don't think you're getting out of the action either.. Scott" finished Jim, but Jeff already had his mask back in place as he raised his glass to Jim and knocked back a mouthful.
Jim smiled as he headed for the bedroom, suddenly things were looking interesting.
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