Baralai's Bastion
This story is erotic gay fiction, and contains adult material meant for mature audiences ONLY. It may contain supernatural themes, sex scenes, mind control, drug use, pornography and other adult themes. If you want to use the story please ask first.
You go into the kitchen and look for Mother. She doesn�t seem to be there at the moment, but he cooking is evident. The once empty counters are all filled with desserts of all kind. It looks like you�ve walked into a bakery with the sweet smells looming in the air. You remember the cream puffs you tried earlier and think it won�t hurt to try at least a little something. You think about this more and remember not even thinking about eating the puffs earlier and finishing them off all by yourself. What happens if you finish off everyone else�s dessert?
�One cookie won�t hurt,� you say aloud while grabbing a fairly large sized disc of a dessert.
While you savor the taste of Mother�s cooking, you hear her enter the room. �Oh, you naughty, naughty boy.�
You want to yell out that you�re sorry, but for some reason you mouth can�t move. You feel like a deer frozen in the headlights as your heart quickens and time seems to slow.
�Oh relax dearie. I�m glad you�re a fan of my cooking, but you�re going to have to wait. Why aren�t you playing with one of the boys.� You can�t help but notice that she seems to treat you like a little child, despite your age, but you can�t seem to tell her this irks you.
�Well I was just hanging out with Han�s not to long ago. I thought I would check on Peter.�
�Well Peter seems to still be doing chores. I�ll be honest he�s being punished for not behaving properly. I�m sorry to keep him from you, but he needs to learn his place. So what did you and Hans do?� She asks glaring you straight in the eyes.
�I sucked Hans� cock while I fucked myself with one of the other guy�s dildo.� The words slip out of your mouth like butter. Why did you say that to Mother? You just said that you not only fooled around with one of her sons, but also revealed that another has sex toys stashed in his rooms. She is also going to think you�re gay now. Oh shit.
�Oh, What a naughty child!� Mother laughs with a large smile on her pleasant face. �If you keep behaving like this, I may have to give you something.�
�Well since you did get to play, why don�t we have dinner. I was going to have it a little later, but you�re free now. Why don�t you have a seat out in the dinning room there dear.�
You go out into the room without a second thought. The room is obviously the dinning room. A well worn, but ornate table is decked out with platters and carefully cloth folded napkins. The table is aligned with an odd assortment of chairs. None of the seem to match, in color or in shape. To look upon the hodgepodge of colors is almost harmful to your eyes. On one side of the table, in order closest to furthest there is a white chair followed by purple, then an orange chair, a yellow, and then finally gray. The next row starts with black, then red, green pink and blue.
You�re not sure how the family sits, but you decide to sit down at the�
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One Little Bite
by Baralai