Very gruesome stuff ahead just a warning! MP.


Day 1: The room is being prepared. It is a large room with grey cement walls and a small window near the cieling on the south west wall. It is the basement. The house which sits atop it is in the county. Its been abandoned for over sixty years. The paint on the outside of the house is peeling and half the windows are broken. The inside is no better. Years of exposure to the outside elements have left serious damage and what little furniture is left in the house is not usuable. The house is hidden behind very large trees and is set back from the road by a mile driveway. This is a secret place. This is a place that does not want to be found.

The basement though is what we are concerned with not the house. The basement, the foundation on which this house stands and the roots of its purpose. This is where the man if you can call him that is working to make sure everything is prepared. He is a man on the outside at least. A very attractive man in fact, around late twenties with a tonned body and a face right out of GQ. He look is perfect for his purpose. He does not seem threatening in any way and comes off more like johnny good time. The kinda guy who always seems to be happy and never brings a party down. His speech is witty but masculine. He always has the right line and never runs out of party supplies. If your down his mere apperance will lift your spirits with its promise of better times ahead. He never lets anyone down. The consummate gentleman. Hmm Now the inside well we might think of his insides as that of the beetle infected with the offspring of a certain parasite. The parasite injects her offsping into the beetle who thinks he has gotten away with just a bite and things are well but no, no, no, as time goes on the young ones eat his insides to decay and rot finally leaving an empty husk in thier wake. One might think of this man as an empty husk inside. One could also think of him as the darkest, foulest, most empty feeling you ever felt. If you have ever looked into the eyes of utter destruction for its own sake you might know what im talking about. A massive weeping, gnashing,screaming, hollow of pain and suffering that has no end. A terror unlike many others but so familiar in feel we don't even notice it as it walks by.

Now if i have made him sound dumb that is an error on my part for while his purpose is singular he is not dumb. He has a very defined intelligence. An intellect that operates on a wholly diferent plane from us. Its drive, ambition, and purpose are so solid that if you were to catch a glimpse of it from the corner of your eye, you would go temporarily insane im sure.

He is now cleaing the metal table and making sure the straps are well in place. The boy makes a muffled cry from the trunk he stays in when he is not in use or when he is not being instructed. In the days to come his teachings shall become much more involved. These are the ten days after all. Now they are not ten actual days in a row but more ten very important days spanning a year. The instruction must be done in a very specific way for things to turn out properly. The boy is becoming quite aggitated in his trunk. Like he can tell something important has begun.

The man puts up the st andrews cross on the wall and adds the restraints. Such smooth wood. he runs his hand along the edges and surface growing aroused with each touch. He has set up the tools on the wall and last but not least has arranged the suplies in the freezer. He had the power turned on out here a month ago in preperation for this.

The light is fadding outside and the man switches on the dim bulb hanging from the cieling. More lights will be added later but for now this will do while he does basic cleaning. The cleaning is not for him or the boy but for the many guests that need the reasurance that thier host is not a slob. A clean and sterile enviroment makes them feel safe. A slight giggle escapes the mans lips as he thinks this.
Time to take the boy out and put him on the table. The trunk opens and the boy squints at the light. Fighting the man as he lifts him out and lays him on the metal table. The man cannot hide the horror from the boys eyes and the boys face seeing things as they are, is frozen in an endless scream he can give voice to. Just raw terror on his little face. Such a sweet face. The face of an angel really. The boy had been walking to his grandmas house when the man abducted him yesterday. The boy did not know this but a surpise birthday party awaited him there. He was six years old yesterday. happy birthday. Halfway there though he walked by a parked van with a suprise all its own and now he was here. One look into the mans face and all rational thought had left the boy. It was as if his worst nightmare had been confirmed. When such horror takes hold of a young mind thought ceases to exist to be replaced by blind fear. Shock one might say. Now like i said the man is not ugly or scary he is the oposite of those things but the boy could feel what was underneath and it froze him in despair.

The boy naked and strapped to the metal table now. His hand to his sides in restraints and his feet the same. His neck restrained by a large leather strap. He was fixed tightly to the table restricting almost all movement. The man satisfied with the job he did put a piece of red silk fabric over the boy and layed on the cold hard floor where he would sleep for the night. Rest was what was needed now if he was to acomplish all he needed to do tommrow.
The boy let out small wimpers every now and then which comforted the man and soon he was far away in slumberland.

Day 2

The light from the small window would be enough to wake anyone but the man awoke of his own accord, responding to his own internal clock. The boy who had slept out of pure exhaustion woke too. The man took off the silk fabric and set right away to craving the symbols. A small knife used to filet fish was perfect for this. First the sign of the transformation on the boys chest. It was a delicate design. sorta spider web mandella but not at all like either of those things. If you were to look at it it would make your head spin. It would never seem solid to you and the softness of its creation would force you to stop looking. The boy made gulping sounds and little rasps with his breathe and the carving was done. Like a fish on the dock of boat, flop gasp, gulp. After this was done and he was pleased with his work he cleaned himself and left to go to town.

5 hours later

The door creaks open and the boy hears two voices. One is the man he knows but the other is foriegn. laughing they are laughing. Oh your gonna hang me on the cross huh. more laughing. The table the boy is on is lifted just enough so that he can see in front of him. There is a naked man blindfolded tied to the cross.The man is errect and smiling. The boy shocked out of his catatonic state simply quietly says no.The guest confused by the sound of a childs voice says HEY whats going on? Im not into that freaky kid stuff so if thats what yer doing take fucking down now!!The man has blonde hair like the boys. Cut short very neat and trimmed. The boy is not sure why but he cant stop looking at the blonde hair on the man. He does not want to look anywhere else. The man his captor laughs quietly and says oh no we dont have anything like that in mind. The boy no laid back down flat cannot see what is going on. Something is making the blonde man moan louder and louder. The man has taken his fingers and inserted them into the anus of the blonde man rubbing his prostate gently building up his climax. Then the man stops suddenly and walks to the other side of the room. he opens a cabnet and pulls out a hacksaw. The boy hears screaming. Horrible screaming. Then he feels a pin prick in his left arm. Numb he feels numb and soon he falls asleep.

When he wakes up later than night his left arm feels heavy. he tries to look at it but cant turn his head enough. The man sees the boy is awake and goes to him. Say this with me boy. Say after me. I am the son, i love everyone, i am the son. The boy repeats over and over with the man till he falls back asleep.

Next day

The boy is awoken because he is being lifted. There is mirror in front of him but he is blurry with sleep still and cannot focus. As he becomes more awake though his horror at what he sees sets in and he screams for the first time since this began. His arm is gone and in its place is the blonde mans arm. Sewn to his body like a badly woven quilt. He feels a slight prick in his other arm and he soon fades to black.

Later:

The boy wakes up to another foriegn voice laughing with the mans again. No no no he thinks no. But it goes on and on like the other time.

Months pass by:

The next few months are blurry to the boy and his body being transformed along with the pain medication keeps him in dream state. The man has him repeat things sometimes like before and the boy obeys but nothing seems to come of it.

He hears the man say this is day ten.

You want to be man boy yes? You are the son yes? the man says. The boys body now is a jigsaw. Mens arms and legs sewn on his small body. A mans genitals sewn ragged where the boys own used to sit. Still alive, how am i still alive the boy thinks. He knows what horror his body now is because the man shows him in the mirror everytime something new is done. The stench of blood is very strong. It has caked the walls and floors. The window is even covered in the stuff. TOday we learn to walk boy. the mans says. He is lifted off the table and put errect next to the man who is holding him up. The man helps him move his legs one at time in walking motions the way you do a baby. He whispers things in the boys ear as he does this and this is somehow comforting to the boy. He does not think it can be done but soon he is walking on these huge legs. Somehow they are working.

AS days go by he learns to use his new parts and soon is able to walk and move about like anyone else. He does not look at himself in the mirror though and breaks every single one the man brings him. This does not seem to upset the man and as the days go by they settle into a routine. The morning meal and then a long walk in the field. a midday nap and dinner at sunset followed by the man reading a book to him before he falls alseep. The stories dont make much sense to the boy but the man has a soft voice when he reads and this makes the boy feel safe.

The boy tries to remeber his name and who he is. Where he came from but as the months go by he forgets. This is all he knows, all he is. The man says so to him everyday. One day the boy wakes up and the man is gone. The boy sits there all day wondering when he will come back but he doesnt. Night comes and the boy being hungry now creeps up to the kitchen and makes a sandwhich. The days go by and the man never comes back. He just vanished. The boy never tries to leave the house as the years go by. The food always seems to apear in the fridge when he runs low so he has no need to leave. He is content to stay hidden.

Fifteen years later:

Johnny is walking down castro steet body bronzed and tone. No shirt, tight jeans and boots. He enjoys the attention he gets. He knows hes hot and he revels in the adoration. He spots a hot looking dude, dark hair nice bod, nice buldge ducking into the alley behind Daddys bar and follows. The guy is standing against the wall watching Johnny come up to him with a big smile on his face. Johnny does not say anything but grabs the guys crotch and says mmmmm.

They decide to go to the guys house which he says is only four blocks away. The house a typical victorian for the area is nothing special but has been kept up very well. They walk on hardwood floors to the guys bedroom. He almost tells johnny his name but Johnny stops him. No need buddy, were just having fun here. The both strip naked and johnny can see he was right about the big bulge. Johnny ties the mans arms to the bed post as well as his legs.He sits on top of the guy and smiles. I am the son, i love everyone, i am the son. Johnny says to which the guy just laughs and gives him a whatever look. The look though is soon gone as johnny hit him square fist in the face. I am the son, another hit blood sprays out of the guys nose and he screams. I love everyone, another hit more blood and moaning, I am the son. Soon johnny has his fist all lubed up and he slams it into the guys asshole ripping him raw and bloody. The guys is screaming franticaly now hysterical. I am the son. Johnny grabs at the wet material inside and pulls and rips shoving his fist further and further up the guys anus. I love everyone. Using his nails to tear flesh and rip things apart inside reaching further inside until he is up to his shoulder in the guys anus. Blood now streaming out of the guys asshole. I am the son. he pulls big loopy handfull of intestine out of the guys asshole. The guy is not making any noises now. I love everyone, i am the son, i love everyone. Johnny is coverede in blood and grue. He sits back on the guy and as soon as he slides in the blood up and down on his chest he cums. He shoots his wad into the dead mans frozen scream of a mouth and laughs. Purpose johnny thinks. you are my purpose, I am the son, i love everyone, I am the son.