The Family Tree
The Family Tree
Chapter 1
Chapter 1 [Life with Uncle Rob Linton]
I sat on my own outside on the step. Mr. Linton was mowing the lawn, wearing those overalls. These were way too tight for him. Exposing his fur to bight sun. He wore them way too much lately. The grass was very high today, and Mr. Linton gazed through the heavy grass as he laid his eyes on me. He stomped through the grass. Pleasing for a glass of water. The sun was beating down on his fur.
Mr. Linton was a great uncle to me. My father Mr. J Linton had a nervous breakdown a few years ago, my uncle then took me to his farm in Texas where I worked for him.
Mr. Linton had no friends as he lived a very shadowed life, hiding in the darkness to get away from anyone, this was his life. However a smaller house about 4 miles away was a bed and breakfast that he opened. My uncle had a lot of very nice people working for him. They where well educated which is odd for these sort of people.
I found a man later on that day walking through the stomped grass. He was a tall a very attractive wolf; he introduced himself as Mr. Jackson. He was an intellectual wolf with no real sense of the area. He pointed to an in carved piece of wood above the door that had written in it Hack's Farm House.
Mr. Jackson asked me "Who is Hack?" I knew I would entertain him for a bit bringing him inside, I sat him down. "Would you like something to drink?" he simply shook his head implying he almost certainly had drunk already. I said "Well do you want to know the whole story?" he nodded in agreement, sat back and perched his ears as he lay in the seat.
This farm was owned by Mr. Linton's father, Mr. Linton's wife gave him a boy, and they were longing to have a child. However Mrs. Linton died very early after her son's birth she had been very ill and seeing that she had no one but him, she died by an open window just located above your head.
Mr. Jackson saw the older servant sniggering in the chair as she read her book "Men are from mars" she was incredible book smart for a commoner. He called her to the chair and asked her if she could recollect the past more than I could. I was only a young fur, yet fashionable as I may be I did not know the whole story. I admit to that.
She implied that before Mr. Linton was born this house was not used as a farm house. It was a very chic styled house, which were many of the local folk from the nearby town would come. Mr. Linton held a gentlemen's club in the now bed and breakfast house.
The Linton family was the most known name in all of this upper area, for miles men and women came to see this well known family. Mrs. Linton was a little younger than Mr. Linton, but those two wolfs were soul mates. I knew she was unhappy Mr. Linton and herself had never reared a child, however her first love Mr. Hack was a young a vibrant fox. Full of mischief and frolic he was the one man who really I felt was right for her.
But I was cooking in the kitchen when she proclaimed another man had touched her hand. Not something you do to married women, as you well know sir.
He overheard her say this and due to this died beside the fireplace in front of you inscribed in his chest was "Man's Worst Enemy" his heart thrown beside his dead carcass. Mr. Hack however had adopted a son. Mr. Linton, he was a very weak child and he fell in love with a local girl called Cherry Hack, they had a child very young but due to Mr. Linton's death after the birth of his son, he died in a car crash. Mrs. Hack Linton moved to this very house, where the two ladies meet for the first time.
Mrs. Hack was killed in a very odd electric shock death on the outskirts of the moors. Mrs. Hack Linton changed her name when she meets a man from the local village. Mr. Linton. They married and had 5 children, 2 girls, Elisabeth and Lauren and 3 boys, Edward, George and Tom. Mrs. Linton was very pleased to live her life up until her 6th child who died in her at an open window, she also died. However Edward fell in love with Jean a girl from Kent, she married him; however Mr. Linton proposed that his first child get the name of his recently deceased wife.
A year later the two had a son Hack Linton, he was a very strong fur but in his years, he was run over by a train. Hack however married Daisy Field, lovely women from miles away in Doors. She and him had got married and had one son James Hack Linton. James opened the fair of a gentlemen's club with his wife Phoenix, she had no last name Mr. Linton agreed with her she be accepted into the family tree.
Mrs. Linton was accepted but she found that the women in her family had all suffered death. From miscarriages to train crashes and many other random deaths, it struck a lot of fear into her heart.
Mrs. Linton was happy to change a rundown barn home into a complete new and stylish decor. She and Mr. Linton spent years furnishing it and invited many royal quests to the house. Even though in fear Mrs. Linton had a baby boy. Robert Linton. He grew up with his mother leaving to pursue her dream and an alcoholic father who cried in vain of her return.
Mr. Linton recently passed away by an open window and Mrs. Linton since 1809 she has never been seen or heard of since.
"You mean it's been 50 years now?"
The truth is told she left here in 1800 when a man dressed in a suit had heard her telegram. He was more than pleased to meet this woman.
Robert does not really follow the family before and taken his father's middle name inscribed that sign above your door only a few years after his death in 1816, 10 years after Mrs. Linton left.
Hack Family Farm.
Were originally the Hack family but many of generations made that name slowly fade away.
The end of the story the kind gentle left to go back to the house, it was late at night, and I kissed my uncle goodnight. Headed to my room and took to bed, I always slept naked in the summer, as the nights were sometimes very warm and dry. I say I got more of a tan at night then during the day.
Mr. Linton coughed loudly from the room next to me, knowing I was probably not in bed yet, so I was going to see if he was okay, but I had worked on the land today, and I was so tired, just famished from that midday sun.
I went to the shower to get some of the dirt of my fur; my fur gets ruined whenever I work on the land.
My uncle really should work somewhere nicer, but why should I complain?
I really am lucky; my father is a psycho in some hospital somewhere. My mother is on the plains of Peru. I am lucky to have a wolf like Mr. Linton, he has been such a nice man, as the shower warmed up, I thought in my head, some dirty thoughts, well I can keep myself clean, but my thoughts remain forever dirty, I am a man after all.
My door creaked open, I was showering at this time, but maybe I was being paranoid, no one was able to get in my room, the door was locked, well I thought it was? Unless I forgot, I face palmed myself at the thought of not locking my door, someone bad could take something, my phone, laptop, my mp3 or something along these lines.
I turned the dial of the shower off, I then put on a towel still sort of wet from the soaking I had in the shower, it looked like to me my door had just blown open, well I thought that was just odd I checked all those items were still there, My mind faded as I closed the door, then dried my fur in the midnight full moon, a noise came from the corners of the room, I looked anxiously around to find it.
Nothing again staring threw the glass which was now starting to stem up, I swore I saw my father, I jumped and turned a shadow cast from the door covering my body, taking over my soul, it felt cold dark dead almost like my father's presence I stood at the shadow, shacking in absolute fear, of the thing at the other side of the room. I walked backwards losing my footing; I fell through the glass that face will now haunt me.
Chapter 2
The Life [My Father's Life in Hospital]
As my son lay on the other side of these dark walls, and this psycho hospital felt more like a prison cell to me. My recent pass into insanity was after the loss of my wife and my job. I could not handle losing it all, but your wishes can't all come true, that's just the truth. And if I cannot be who I was then I can be no one. Mr. Linton should be a great career for my son, all I know nothing bad can happen to my son.
Mr. Linton a visitor for you.
A visitor for me, no one ever comes to see me.
I hope it is, he asked for you personally, he has an offer, I don't know what it is he won't tell me, and it's a secret just for you. Please follow me Mr. Linton.
A strong muscular horse stood in the middle of the room with an envelope for me, I would suppose so, and he came over to me.
"Mr. Linton I would hope, I am Sire. Houston."
"Do I even know you, sir?"
"I would hope you remember me, or has this recent insanity really got to you?"
I closed my eyes slowly, to pick a memory of this strong muscular horse, I had a vivid sexual image of a shower, knowing that was not the answer to my question, he had something to do with the Hack House.
Reality slowly creped on to my shoulder, grasping me with his hooves,
Sir do you remember me?
I could not remember the strong male in front of myself. I had seen him before but I cannot place it, maybe I was insane, however this jail was not helping me in anyway, and those people out there, believe in the lies betrayed on television, it's all they have to believe in.
"Mr. Linton I am here to get you out of this horrible place"
"You're here to rescue me?"
"I am your best friend Mr. Linton"
I took that offer and I knew I would need a good story. To get me out of here, I would have to try all my knowledge to get out of here.
That night a strange sound of moaning came from 3 cells down, panting and puffing, it sounded like an animal having some alone time, you don't get to do that much around here it can be very challenging when 33 other males are gazing at you 24/7 it can be a nightmare.
I left my cell just to be sure of course I used the old excuse. I need to walk for a while, I went to the cell to see this hung bear, pawing himself off, it was amazing a rush of sexual urge flew through my brain filling every bone in my body with lust, but what would my son?
Before I could even finish the sentence I hear him say.
"Hello sir, are you liking what you see?"
"Oh hello there, well yes I am, it is very nice what you were doing"
"Well how about we meet up later and see how interesting this can get?"
{Later}
Cells are numbered so that during each session in the showers only a certain group of people where aloud to go in. I waited I knew that bear and I are in the same shower session, but I have not been so sure he liked me at all, I just hope my son never finds out, but boy I would love to fuck him someday.
The last session was always my group I was in 140, and he was in 137 the exact numbers called to enter the shower.
As I entered he was soaping himself up, my erotic fantasies finally coming to life right in front of me.
He said in a sexy voice.
"Want me to butter you up and down"
My mind became completely covered in sexual fantasies all I could do now is nod.
He rubbed his big paws up and down my body, covering it in soap and then while rubbing he groped my sack, and held on to it coming up to me.
"How is that for you stud?"
I just could not reply so eagerly, I leant forward to find myself falling onto the bed in front of me. It was all in my head, a dream; I noticed I had huge cum stains all over my paws.
Chapter 3
Life together [life between father and son]
All was well, until at a very young age my mother had decided to leave my father. Ghastly as I thought it was it turned out they had this huge argument about the house and she stormed out and was to never return age 3 this was hard to understand.
My father every night told me not to worry would, pat me on the head and kiss me on my forehead and tell me to go to bed but he became much attached to me.
One night during the storm, I was scared of the rolling thunder that crashed against my window sill.
"Father I cannot sleep with that going on outside"
"Come here you can sleep with me tonight"
I climbed into the bed and snuggled against my father. He held me close and said, in a calm voice.
"Is there anything on your mind son?"
I nodded and nuzzled daddy furry chest, his big strong muscular arms in bracing me.
Daddy then said.
"Sit son"
He grabbed my maw and drawing me in kissed me his tongue invaded my mouth venturing over all my teeth. I thought
"I like this feeling"
Letting daddy explore my maw his paws started to explore me, his paws coming to rest at the boxers I had on.
I was age 10 at this time and had only now come to find what a boner was, my daddy, then slipped a paw into the tight white garments and rummaged around with my nuts, I made a slight moan of pleasure.
My father then said
"You like how daddy does it son?"
"I do daddy"
He then grasped my sheath and tugged it for a while; this was called masturbation if I remember correctly
This made me so horny that, I looked into my father's eyes he stared at me as we then interlocked again for another deep passionate kiss where he explored my exterior and interior.
For this my father held my cock tight in his paws, and then he pulled his pants down to revel his throbbing 12 inch cock that he had bragged about all the time, his huge paws moving me to in front as he rubbed it, Come on little wolf suck daddy's cock like a good little bitch that you are. Go on son.
I licked the tip as it throbbed moving my not so big paws I started to return the tugging daddy gave me, I licked my lips at the sight of this member towering above me as I licked his balls.
His masculinity overpowering me as I lay rubbing hid cock length and sucking on the sweet balls, sniffing in the odor my father was creating, one of passion and long lost lust. For me, his son to get to suck his manhood as it thrived for my attention only throbbing harder at my touch I felt its veins run smoothly across my finger tips as his wolf hood just throbbed for more attention.
I teased my father's cock a little knowing it would make him Horner; well I hope I still was not sure those sounds he was making were one of enjoyment or pain. But as he looked to me I got all hard and horny too. His huge cock on my face, I could not help but just stare at the massive member his pants had concealed.
For so long I have waited, I gently nuzzled his cock head with my furry chin, and then placed my warm maw around the head, the saliva gently covering it as I sucked it.
My dad then said
"Ah sons come on suck your daddy's cock, you're a good boy"
My dad usually insulted me for being odd and covered up, I was quite shy sometimes, but as I sucked the head my daddy said in his enjoyment,
"Son tell daddy you don't want any more"
I agreed to follow my father's order, and lifting me from the head looked up to daddy with puppy eyes as his huge dick rested in my paws.
"Daddy please I don't want any more of your cock"
"Too bad son, cause daddy wants it all sucked, and you're going to be a good cock bitch for me son".
"No I won't"
He shoved his cock to my maw and told me to open up; I refused to let my maw open testing him. He did not lay back and forcefully opened my maw and with his other paw forced me half way down the thick long member.
"Good boy, suck daddy, you love having daddies cock in your mouth, and you love how I smell and taste" I could only nod as I sucked my dad's beautifully massive member.
All of my dad's cock was in my face as he then pushed me further down, he knew I was enjoying this and he loved that I would suck his cock till he came into me.
I filled my daddy's mind with dirty pleasures as I, hugged his balls with my paw, grasping them tightly, wanting to speak I tried to push against my dad's paw but he was too strong.
He then continued to call me names and to push me down to his knot as he then said.
"Son can you speak to me down their"
I then said very faintly
"Yes daddy I can speak"
"Would you like to suck my knot and feel the full pleasure of daddies cock in your mouth and throat?"
I nodded and daddy's paw forced my head around the bulge of his knot as I socked the underside of his knot with my tongue, his knot so big my moth was stretched beyond all limitations I felt so turned on right now, I started to grip my dad's tail as he fucked my mouth with his full length plowing into my mouth, I sucked and mumbled around his cock, as he moaned in complete and utter harmony of having his big long thick member sucked by his own creation.
Loving this feeling of my daddy's cock I kept licking and sucking him for his pre as it flowed into my mouth, I rubbed my dad's sac as he then proceeded to say hey son you're such a good boy doing this for daddy.
For daddy for daddy for daddy kept repeating I tried not to notice as all of a sudden I arose lying on the grass outside my bedroom window.
There he was my father standing over me saying
"Please son opens your eyes for daddy"
I awoke noticing I had probably stained my boxers, I hugged my father but with that I feel right into his arm and passed out.
I awoke this time to a bright light and a doctor who looked like he was younger than me.
I really did not thrust him to perform on me, my head hurt and my body felt shattered in a thousand or so places as, my dad waited behind the glass of the room wanting to be with me. The doctors refused.
Chapter 4
School life [Daddy finds out my test results]
It is all well and good said Mr. Linton surpassing himself as he went to the kitchen door, you too have a strong connection. As Mr. Linton stared vacantly at me and my father on the chair watching the rugby game between Ireland and America of course it was raining and the commentator Mr. Spiel a very handsome strong and fat bear always sent a shiver down my spine in how much I wish I could watch him paw off, for me, or me beneath that table sucking his probably massive member.
He was quite annoying to listen to he was an average red necked bear, the kind of folk who now live in my town, dam beat with their trailers and stuff, I felt good to be called upper class folk in the town, driving myself around in a 1984 Mercedes, the car of kings as Mr. Linton so called them, he drove a 2009 one. Lucky bastard I was only going to get 2004 one later on said my father's lips anyway.
It was closing down to summer time now and my results would soon come in the door I had done very well but my lecturer Mr. Thomas a sexy ram with a six pack, said I need to focus more in class it's all well and good to hear he is doing well he is afraid I will slow down and fall behind, I run so many different projects at my college for all classes and species. All though in real life I am can be quite mean to people, I only try to make friends in college rather than enemies you don't want to end up in a college prank.
I had many fur guys hitting on me, my father was kind of against me dating however, but I like to think that's cause he want to break me in, and I was not one to reject that thought my father was a sexy stud of a wolf.
But however my father was told to come to meet Mr. Thomas on Wednesday, which was only 2 days away and my father really knew it was not going to be a good thing Mr. Thomas wanted cause my dad knew if a teacher needs to see him they must be insane.
I had to try persuade my dad not to go but during a match it's like trying to get a fly from flying into a bright light. When America are winning he is glued to that box, I head to the kitchen my less muscular body flexing as I stood up.
I headed to the kitchen my boxers only hanging on my waist, which if you want to know look great on me. I opened the door to the kitchen, to not only be surprised by the view I got of my uncle but I could only hesitate to say
"Mr. Linton?"
That site would stay as I went up stairs shocked at what I had just seen he threw down whatever, and ran up after me.
"You were jacking off to a piece of steak."
He knew I saw him getting off into the piece of meat and he blushed. Mr. Linton was so adorable.
Chapter 5
The Murder [Linton kills Linton]
This day was like any other, I felt the cool summer breeze glide thru the blinds and upon my body, the sliding of the air as it captivated and pleased my every sense filling my lungs to the core with this fresh summer bouquet. In turn enlightened me as I awoke, as I approached the kitchen after seeing the event that had taken place on that eve, I confronted my uncle, who sat in the kitchen, impenetrable his tears flowed like streams of sarcastic rains.
He had the heart of one man, I felt controlling and dominant, as I comforted the helpless demine of a soul that sat in front of me. I felt hatred run through him, as the blood filled carpet flowed from the door, Mr. Linton was injured, I used all I knew and called 911, I kept him calm, as my father insisted me to leave the kitchen. The paramedic said "Mr. Linton you must leave, he did, and tapped me on the shoulder we drove off from the country side manner and to a small café, situated on the west side of the village, bum town.
My days as a child had long since passed after my father and I travelled the countryside, until we heard from Mr. Linton. The hot summer day seem to drag on and on, like a never ending heat, that tortured me and devoured my conscious mind. Mr. Linton was alive and well I returned to the hospital, to my surprise. My father lay on the bed, I turned to the figure behind me, and it was gone.
But, my uncle was missing I thought. I asked in shock
"Mr. Linton, there must be another?"
The nurse replied,
"I believe another one came in earlier".
Mr. Linton does not wish to be visited it said on his chart. I needed to solve this I broke the door and walked to the bed and unraveled the bandage on his head. In vain, the nurse stopped me, "I must know". But I was forced to leave against my will.
I sat perched upon the hospice floor, quoting from my journal. I sit here forever more.
And then, a nurse came from the room, after a week of horror and disbelieves of what had just happened, I went to the bed and unraveled the tape. I stopped to ponder, maybe he has amnesia.
I asked for a piece of card and a pen, I received this, and wrote my name on the card, just so Mr. Linton understood and knew who I was in case he had forgotten, over the course of his week in a mask.
This would soon prove, I had not been going completely mad like my dad, but as I reached to his face.
Chapter 6
[Dead or Alive?]
It was a possibility that I was dreaming it felt so real to me however, this vision of my father lying in the room, I need to know if my uncle is alive, it's all down to this moment, however it could lead to my own demise, all of a sudden, the lights begin to flicker on and off, I stop stand still, lost, alone, frozen in fear of my life, holding my baggy top tightly inside my jeans. My skin filled with pumps, I felt deaths cold and powerful grip, grasp me like a claw for food. I felt so close staring down the endless corridor looking towards a light that seemed now impossible to avoid.
It would right now, I would go. Feeling the end an attire silence fills the lane of anger and shire passion, as he stands gazing deep into my soul, his showdown drowning my hope of life ever to exist, but with my last once of power I turn and pull away however, I slip, feeling this cold breeze draw nearer to me.
(To be Continued)