Lonrak's Blessings

Grief can send people in strange directions, if it catches them off guard. Judith’s passing was a complete surprise--a car accident one day driving home from a routine doctor’s appointment. Even though he’d thought he was ready to lose one of his parents, it still hit Harry hard, losing his mom in such a violent manner, especially since he’d lost his wife to cancer just a couple of years before. He was so busy focusing on his own grief, and helping his eighteen year old son, Kevin, process his own feelings, that by the time he thought to pay attention to how his father, Dan, was dealing with the loss of his wife, it was too late, in some ways.

Dan had always been a bit of a spiritual fellow. He’d been a hippie in his younger years, which is where he’d met Judith, and while neither of them had been a fan of so called “organized religion”, Harry’s parents always seemed to have a new spiritual fascination when he visited them. Crystals, chakras, yoga, feng shui, kabbalah, chaos magik, tarot--it was impossible to keep track, at a certain point. Their fleeting interest in all of these things had always led Harry to believe that their attraction to them was mostly superficial. When his dad told Harry that he’d found a community that was helping him process his grief, mostly Harry was happy for him. He hadn’t thought to ask many questions beyond that, after all. It’s not like cults ever advertise themselves as cults.

By the time he started to ask the right questions, Dan was hooked. He grew suspicious of his son and grandson as they kept asking him questions about the new religion he belonged to. Then, without warning, he simply disappeared. He didn’t even leave a note saying goodbye. He abandoned his phone, most of his clothes, and everything else in the house, leaving Harry to put together the pieces of his father’s mess. For a while, Harry tried to figure out where he’d gone. He even hired a private investigator, but didn’t have the spare funds to keep up the search for long. It felt like a second death in the family, in many ways, but he put it behind him as best he could. Wherever he was, he just wanted his dad to be happy.

That had been two years ago. Without warning, one Saturday evening, there’s a knock at the door, and when Harry opened it up, he found himself face to face with his father--though he didn’t quite resemble the chubby, rather haggard figure he’d been in the wake of his wife’s death. He was standing there in a loose fitting blue outfit, something between a robe and a jumper, with a heavy amulet around his neck, with a stunning, bright jewel set in it. Even in the dim evening light, the stone caught the light, twinkling and gleaming with each of his father’s movements. Harry barely heard what his dad was saying to him on the porch, he was so fascinated by the stone.

“Lonrak’s blessings, my son,” his father said, smiling broadly at Harry, whose eyes were still locked on the amulet, “Aren’t you going to invite me inside?”

“Y-Yes, of course...” Harry said, shaking his head, trying to pull his attention away from the stone. He stepped aside and allowed his father to come into his house, his head feeling rather strange still.

Dan looked around the house and then asked, “Where’s Kevin?”

“Dad, where have you been?” Harry asked, “You just...disappeared. I thought you might be dead.”

“I would like to see my grandson. I have a gift for him, from Lonrak’s Chosen. You will take me to him.”

The amulet seemed to grow brighter, calling Harry’s attention to it. “Y-Yes, of course. He’s up in his room.”

Harry let his father upstairs, knocked on his son’s door, and opened it up for Dan to enter. Kevin, now twenty and home from college for the summer, was on his computer. He looked over, confused as his missing grandpa walked into the room, but he too, was quickly overwhelmed by the amulet around his neck. “I’m sorry I abandoned you, my sweet child,” Dan said, bending down and giving Kevin a rather...passionate kiss. “I’ve returned with a gift from Lonrak, to guide you to your greatest potential.”

Harry just stood in the doorway, trying to figure out what to do. This was...wrong. Something about this was very, very wrong, but he couldn’t seem to muster the energy to do anything about it. All he could do was watch as Dan kept kissing his son, Kevin only offering up meek resistance. Kevin’s clothes fell to the floor, and Harry managed to croak out, “Dad...Dad, stop, you can’t...what are you doing?”

“This is Lonrak’s will, his gift. Would you deprive your son of his blessings?” Dan said, as he maneuvered Kevin to the edge of the bed and pushed him onto it, legs in the air, the young man’s eyes locked on the amulet around his grandfather’s neck. “It’s his divine right. His privilege.”

The robe parted, revealing Dan’s sizable, fully erect cock. He pressed it to Kevin’s hole, Harry could only watch as his son was penetrated, moaning with a little pain at first, but soon with ecstasy and delight as his grandfather fucked him, right in front of his own father.

“This is a nightmare...this can’t...it can’t...” Harry said, trying to tear himself away, but he couldn’t.

“You should consider yourself lucky, Harry, to even witness this,” Dan said. “I always knew you were too corrupt, but your son, oh Kevin, you feel it, don’t you?”

“Grand...Grandpa, don’t...don’t stop, I...I do, I feel it...” Kevin moaned, “L-Lonrak, oh, Lonrak!”

“Yes my child, accept him inside you, accept his will!” Dan said, thrusting harder, close now to filling his grandson with his seed. He came, and Harry could only watch in horror as his son came as well, his cock erupting with a massive load all over his stomach as his grandfather continued fucking him. His father looked over his shoulder at him, and there, in his eyes--Harry realized, then, that something was wrong with his eyes. A glimmer in them, a sheen. The same sheen he could now see in his own son’s eyes as well, as he rolled about on the floor in shuddering pleasure, sweaty and heaving and shouting the praises of Lonrak, thanking him for his blessing--and promising him his eternal obedience as well.

That had been several days ago now, or at least, that was the best guess Harry could make. His father had used his son all night long, forcing Harry to watch as the sex grew more and more depraved, as his own son begging for it, pleaded with his grandfather for more, and more, and more, Dan’s cock seemingly insatiable. Come dawn, a van had arrived, and several burly men entered the house, bound Harry and blindfolded him, led him and his son downstairs, and drove away with them in the backseat.

They drove for a long time. Whenever Harry asked a question, he was usually rewarded with a silence as an answer, so he stopped asking soon enough. He could still hear Dan and Kevin moaning in the back seat--they were clearly still engaging in all manner of degeneracy as the two burly men took turns driving, and without being able to see, all Harry could do was imagine the perverted filth they might be engaging in while he was tucked away behind the seats in the back.

They arrived somewhere, in time. Harry was dragged out and led on a long walk, into a building, and when the blindfold was removed, he found himself standing before several old men in robes like his father’s, all with amulets of their own--and with that cursed sheen in their eyes. Kevin was there, still pawing at his grandfather’s cock, lost in lust. He’d been given a necklace of his own now--smaller, more of a choker, or a collar really. He was fully naked, his cock now locked in a chastity cage.

“I had no choice but to bring my son as well, corrupted as he is. Perhaps he would make a decent worker, if nothing else,” Dan said.

One of the other elders came close, grabbed Harry by the chin, and stared into his eyes. Harry found himself pulled in, but resisted as best he could. He had to stop this, for his son’s sake! The elder shook his head. “Not even a worker. He must be broken--he is of the beast.”

“I feared that, but didn’t want to believe such a beast would spring from my own loins,” Dan said.

“Ah, but he gifted you with a beautiful acolyte as well, who fully grasps the will of Lonrak?” another said. “In any case, it is our only choice for the willful ones such as him, who cannot grasp Lonrak’s majesty.”

One of the elders pulled out a metal choke collar, with a deep black stone set in it. Harry fought as the collar was placed around his neck, but as soon as it was latched, he felt something inside him shift. Some force pulled him into an unknown alignment with the universe, filling him with a deep seated terror. A spiritual black hole--that’s what it was, and it was pressed to his neck. It would drain him, suck him dry of...of everything. He screamed then, and kept screaming as he was dragged away by the enforcers, out of the elder’s building, through the rest of the cult’s compound, out to the stables and cages where the beasts were subdued and trained.

The space was really more of a prison, and as Harry was ushered past cell after cell, he could see other men, all naked as he was now, and all of them looked less human than they should have been. Some looked almost feral--inhuman hybrids of bulls and horses, pigs and goats and dogs, their eyes all pleading and terrified. Harry knew that terror himself now--The Beast. A god, an old god, as old as Lonrak. Not opposed to him--no one could oppose Lonrak (though how Harry knew this in his heart, he couldn’t tell) but beneath him. Subservient to him. The repository for all the base, mindless, irredeemably corrupt creatures of the world. Creatures like...Harry.

The enforcers shoved him into a cell, but not alone. There, crouched in a dark corner was another man--or most of another man. He was showing signs of the Beast already, as the dark stone sucked humanity from him slowly. His face pushing out into a muzzle, gray fur sprouting in patches all over his body, and most of all, the sheathed cock running up the base of his stomach, with two heavy balls below.

“Stay...stay back,” the man said as Harry pushed himself up from the floor, “Fuck, I...it wants you so bad, but I...I don’t know...”

The enforcers had already gone, leaving them alone in the locked cage. Harry tried to pry the collar off his neck, but the gem had adhered to his skin, dug its way inside him, somehow, he could feel it. “Help me, please, if...if we work together, we can get out. They have my son, and...and I have to get him out of here.”

The man in the corner chuckled. “I was an investigator. Someone paid me to find someone they’d lost here, and I got caught. I’ve been in this cell...for days now. I tried to resist too, tried to get out, but you’ll...you’ll give in. It’s in our nature.” The man sniffed the air, and turned one feral eye towards Harry. “But you, you’re even lower. It's pitiful, really. I can smell it on you. Dirty little omega bitch...” He let out something like a snarl, a long tongue sliding around sharp teeth, but he pulled away into the corner. “Trying to fucking tempt me, they know I’m strong, I won’t let some dirty thing like you drag me down faster. I’m good. I’m...I’m a good boy...”

Despite his protests, by the time the enforcers returned to feed the men the next morning, they found Harry pinned down on the floor of the cage by his cellmate, the man roughly fucking his dog cock in and out of Harry’s previously virgin hole. Harry had done his best to resist, but the harder he tried to fight, the more of his willpower the crystal seemed to suck from him. The guards all watched and jeered as the man fucked him, nails turning to claws, digging into Harry’s back, which was already starting to sprout the beginnings of a pelt. The man drove in deep with a howl, and exploded, his knot expanding, locking them together as the man collapsed on top of him on the concrete.

“Dirty...fuckin’ omega, fuckin’ bitch, I...fuck, your hole felt so fuckin’ good, felt so good to...to let go. This...this isn’t me, this isn’t...me...” he said, and started sobbing on his back. He tried to pull free, but his cock wouldn’t come loose from Harry’s tight hole, leaving them stuck together for several minutes, until his knot finally diminished in size. Harry was fed and watered, taken out for some exercise in the yard (on all fours) and ended up being mounted by beast after beast--and by more than a few of the guards as well, by the end of the day. Ridiculed and humiliated, his self-worth and self-image under assault, he found himself in a cage with another man that night, this one looking rather bull-ish. Looking down at his hands, seeing them already begin to resemble paws, feeling his aching hole, already hungry for something else to fuck him, to use him. He could smell it on him now, his own nose growing more sensitive. The scent of the Omega permeating him. The lowest of the low, meant to service all, even the other beasts. The bull-man snorted closer, his own thick cock growing large and erect, and Harry found himself already assuming the position, already eager for it, feeling the bestial lust and corruption spreading throughout his mind, tainting everything it touched.

Some days he would try and resist, and those days were the worst. Each time he tried to summon the willpower to stop his slow progression towards omega status, the gem would burn at his throat, drawing all that energy from him, leaving him even weaker than before. His body changed, but unlike most of the beasts, who tended to gain traits from only one species, Harry found himself with a strange amalgamation, becoming a twisted chimera of cast offs. He had the back paws of a dog, along with hairy haunches, but the front trotters of a pig, as well as a pig’s snout and short tusks. The hair on his head grew long down the back of his neck, becoming a mane and long, hairy pelt all over his wide back, complemented by the cow tail swinging above his hungry, furry ass. His nuts grew into an udder, leaking sour, milky cum at all hours of the day. His mind dulled under the constant onslaught. While he serviced all the beasts, the investigator took a great liking to him in time, and used him the most. He found himself relishing the time knotted with the beast’s massive dog cock, feeling his claws biting into his back as they fucked day in and day out.

Then, came a new kind of day. He was leashed, along with the investigator, and two of their trainers led them out of the training center and into the compound proper. Harry was humiliated, being paraded around in front of all of these normal men, who all gazed upon him with a mixture of pity and scorn. He knew he was ugly. Corrupted. Worthless. Knowing that thrilled him though, and when the investigator got riled up in the middle of their walk and mounted him in front of everyone, a small crowd gathered to watch and laugh at the omega being used by the beast.

Once they’d unknotted, they arrived at their destination, a small Elder house. When the door opened, Harry looked up and saw his father there, leering down at him. “I assume that he’s finished, then?”

“Yes. These two have formed quite a bond while training as well, I was wondering if you would want both, Elder Daniel?”

Dan looked over the wolfish creature, and nodded. “Yes, my acolyte will enjoy playing with him, I think, as he trains to be an enforcer.”

The trainer nodded, passed the leads to Dan, who tugged both beasts inside.

There, in the room, Harry saw--and smelled--his son, or at least, the man his son had become. Dan had said he was training to be an enforcer, and his rather slight, mild mannered boy was gone, replaced by a naked muscular hulk, thickly bearded and covered with fur. “Your father’s finished with his conversion, Kevin, but an omega needs a proper name, don’t you think? And the trainer brought a wolfhound along as well--I figured you two would enjoy each other.”

“He’s very handsome,” Kevin said, giving the investigator a pet and a scratch, watching the wolfman pant happily under his hand. “Let’s call this one Bear, I think. As for the omega--I can’t believe he was my father once...it’s so ugly.”

Harry shrank back a bit as his son examined him. Part of him was embarrassed by his new, ugly visage, he’d never wanted his son to see him like this. The lust, though, soon crowded out those feelings. Harry knew he should fight it, but there was no resistance anymore. Where he knew, at one time, the thought of his son fucking and abusing him would have made him cringe in disgust, all he could feel now was unbridled desire for both him, and his own father, standing not too far off. The knowledge that they were all family, even if he himself was now bizarrely twisted, only made him more excited, if possible. He crawled forward, nuzzled his son’s dick and pulled it into his snout, licking at it with his rough tongue, making Kevin moan.

“Even omegas are good for a few things. Why don’t we call it Fuzz? It is a rather hairy creature. Maybe it’ll be a little more...appealing after a bath or two.”

“I think he’s cute,” Kevin pulled his cock free of the omega’s snout, revealing its full, hard length. “You want me to fuck you, Fuzz?”

Fuzz nodded, already forgetting its old name, and lowered himself, raising his wide ass to a better height, so his son--his master--could use its hole. Dan took a seat and watched, allowing Bear to nuzzle and lick at his own cock, knowing he’d take his own turn with the omega’s sloppy hole once Kevin was done with it, pleased that both his progeny had made such fine additions to Lonrak’s blessed commune.