Son of The Lust Ch. 02: Daddy

The shower had felt like heaven. His muscles were a little bit sore, although probably after a good night of sleep he would be recovered, but now he had to focus his mind in the meeting.

He needed to give a good impression, not the crazy bitch vibes that he was giving. His clothes weren't helping at all. He had to cope with the clothes that they had left for him in the room. His clothes? Lost in the sexual dungeon and to be fair, Thomas didn't remember what he was wearing when he came to this building. Who could after a complete day of nonstop sex?

He had checked every clock in the room, besides his phone, and it was confirmed he had been fucking non-stop from Saturday 11:00 am to Sunday 2:00 pm. He was sure that they gave him something--some drug or shit--to bear twenty-seven hours. There wasn't another explanation.

A woman entered the room without knocking on the door. "The CEO will receive you now," she said and started walking without waiting for an answer from Thomas.

While they walked through the luxurious corridors of the company's HQ, Thomas couldn't stop thinking about how ridiculous he looked. He was dressed in black shorts and a pink t-shirt with the logo of the company. The color wasn't the problem; pink looked good on him. The logo, Frangers! with an exclamation on the end that had the shape of a dick, was.

They entered a big office. Nothing was too different from what you could expect from other CEOs's offices. A lot of marble and gold details to show the visitor that they were a serious business, and people were there to do business.

"Sit here," the woman said. "Mr. Asmod will be with you soon."

The woman left the room. Thomas, instead of staying seated, wandered around the room. Behind the facade of seriousness, there were some hints about what the real business of the company was.

Frangers! was the biggest company in the world dedicated to condoms and other sexual products like toys and lubes. Thomas' favorite silicone-based lubricant was made for them.

The door opened, and a guy entered with a ravishing smile. He was young, twenty-something. His hair was dark brown, shaved on the sides but medium in the center. He sported a 5 o'clock shadow, and his chest and armpits were decorated with hair.

The man looked good in a way that felt all natural. Like he hadn't used a minute to prepare, and nothing in his style said that he had, but anyway, he was hotter than 99.99% of the global population.

"G'day, Thomas. Nice to meet you." They shook hands while Thomas' mind was in a cycle of images of him stripping the hot surfer in front of him naked.

"Oh, yeah. Nice to meet you. Excuse me, who are you?"

"Mr. Asmod, although I preferred Ash." Thomas was surprised, not only by the age. He had never expected a CEO dressed in a tank top, shorts, and flip-flops, especially one who runs a Global 500.

The woman with a constant grim face cleared her throat. Both men had been shaking hands and looking at each other lasciviously for more time than was socially acceptable.

"Oh, yes. This is my assistant. You can call her assistant. She doesn't 'like that people use her name," Ash muttered in the last part. "Come here, and we can talk. Do you want something? A cold one?"

"Not, I'm okay," Thomas said, sitting in the chair in front of Ash's desk.

"An all-business man. I like it. So, what brings you here? Although if you were just looking for some fun in our dungeon, all good."

"Not, not. I need to talk with you. I don't know how to explain this. You're going to think that I'm crazy."

"Something attacked you--something that didn't look like this world. And then you receive a message on a porn website telling you how to come here."

"How do you?" Thomas' eyes opened wide in surprise.

Ash made a gesture to his assistant, and she gave him a tablet that he started to read. "Thomas Alexander Lennox, born on June 6, 1998. Son of Rose Lennox and Matias T. Lennox, lawyer and surgeon."

"How the fuck do you have all this information about me? All that room was a distraction to gather information on the web."

"Oh, no. These are internal files. We have a team tracing all my children. Although we have a few hundred additions per year, the place is a mess. Yours wasn't digitized until this morning."

"Bullshit!" Thomas yelled, angry as hell. He had come to Frangers! searching for help, and they were making a fool of him. "First, my mother would never cheat on my dad, and second, you are barely older than me; how the hell are you gonna be my father?"

Ash raised his brow and shared a look with her assistant. "I thought new generations knew better. Cheat and never should be in the same sentence." Thomas hit the desk in front of him with frustration.

Ash got up. His skin turned deep blue, and two bull horns grew on his forehead. "Tame your temper, boy." Thomas fell from the chair to the floor. His heart was racing due to the fear. "Veg out, child. I'm not that kind of abusive father. Can you sit again to keep up with the conversation?"

The calm tone of the man partially lowered Thomas' fear. He sat with his mouth dry.

"I'm sorry. It's just that I can't bear tantrums." Thomas should be mad that Ash was treating him like a child, but to be honest, he was too overwhelmed. Ash ended up reading the file and gave back the tablet to his assistant. He turned into his hot surfer style before continuing talking. "Well, let me explain the details of your conception. There are some details that I have to let out; you know, NDAs."

"Are you a demon?"

"Good question. I like that you want to know about your origins and cultural ancestors. Well, yes, and also not. Different cultures had represented us in different ways. Abrahamic religions usually referred to us as demons, but we're not that simplistic image of a horned and goat-like being who tried to steal your soul."

"But you had." Thomas made a gesture with his hands, representing two horns.

"That was a stylistic option. Our species are non-material beings. Around 100,000 years ago, we found your kind and learned from you what terrestrial life was. For the oldest of us, changing bodies is easier than you changing underwear."

"That is too much."

"We've only just begun. We're going to the part that usually creeps you out. Your parents came to me twenty-seven years ago. How they find me or what they give me in exchanges is part of the NDA, so don't ask. But what I can say is the reason. Your father and mother were both infertile. I helped them to have the child that they so wanted to have. They even requested your sex, hair color, and athletic skills. So, you better have thanked them for the entry in the college basketball league." Ash said, laughing.

Thomas got up and started to walk around, trying to control his confusing feelings.

"I'm a fucking child on request."

"Calm down, Thomas. Your parents only wanted a child to love, and I gave them the option to pick some features. Everyone had a preference, but most people can't choose."

"So then, my parents gave you a list, and then what? You got my mother pregnant with a snap of your fingers?"

"Not. It was a little more complex than that. Demons can't reproduce, at least not in the human meaning of it, but we can create new life--using things that for you are only concepts. I'm the duke of lust and depravation. So while your parents made the biological part of the process, I added the life in you. It's complex; don't think about it. To sum up, we had an awesome threesome, and nine months later, you." Ash pointed to Thomas, who was still walking around.

"That is so disgusting."

"C'mon, as if you have never imagined your parents having sex." Thomas had done it, but he didn't feel like this was the moment to resolve his weird sex dreams.

"Stop, please, tell me what the hell this means to me. What the fuck does that mean, that I'm a third part you?"

"Not the third part. Your DNA is 100% your parents; my role was different. You know what? It's not important. The point is that, except for high-sex driving and a taste for unusual sexual experiences, it must say nothing. The thing that attacks you shouldn't be able to distinguish you from other humans."

Thomas sat again. His nerves were off the chart. Three days ago, a thing that looked like an angel tried to kill him, and if it hadn't been because he stumbled, he would have had a new hole in his body.

Ash got up and approached Thomas. He grabbed Thomas' pink shirt and planted a kiss on the boy's lips. Thomas' muscles started to relax. He blushed and felt the warmth of the passion, but the rest of his body was in a state of calm.

"Better?" Ash said in an intimate tone.

Thomas needed a few seconds to rest his mind and reconnect. Then he pushed Ash out. "What the fuck, dude?"

"I think that we're ready for you to call me daddy." Ash gave a mischievous smile.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Really, are you better?" Ash asked in a more neutral tone. Thomas nodded. "Well, getting back to what we were talking about. So that they could locate you, your demonic part had to grow up a lot. And the only way to get that was through lust and depravity acts, huge lust and depravity acts." He sat again, as did Thomas. "So why don't we start with a list?"

They had been with the task for 45 minutes.

"Yeah, that orgy was huge. I couldn't walk straight for, like, a week."

Ash shook his head with each new story.

"I was all on four, and around half of the hockey team was making a line behind..."

The assistant wrote down every story, but she didn't look very impressed.

"Both my hands got stuck; I don't know how that happened, but we had to go to the hospital to fix the problem."

Ash made a sign with his hand for Thomas to think big.

"They were my second cousins, female-male twins, and I was all summer fucking them in the barn in which my great-grandparent was born; that had to count as huge."

"Not at all," Ash said. "How much is the total?" The assistant shook her head like an answer. "What I was thinking. Thomas, we are talking about waking up your demonic part; any of these acts could feed it for, like, I don't know, a week. Most of them don't even do that. Think big."

"I don't know. These are like my big stories. I really thought that the incest was, like, you know, huge."

"Calling incest 3.1% of shared blood is insulting to my profession," Ash said, a little frustrated.

"There is a lack of stories in the period between September 2022 and February 2023. Is there any reason for that?" The assistant asked.

"Well, I was in a kind of drought. I mean, it was my election. It was my senior year. I was studying computer engineering. By the way, I'm waiting for my graduation gift, Daddy," Thomas joked, showing that he was more relaxed than an hour before. Ash winked an eye. "Well, I was tired of the hookup apps--they're very good for choosing by the physical, and don't get me wrong, I enjoy a hot body as much as anyone else."

"Thomas, the point."

"Yeah. I was tired of not finding people with common kinks. So I was three months locked in my room, going out only for class and showers, to create a better algorithm to find people based on your porn story and a short survey. Then I created a rough app, which I distributed throughout the university. I was a hit. Five thousand downloads in a college of twelve thousand students."

Ash looked at his assistant that was calculating on her tablet. She shook her head. "And then?"

"Well, a foreign company discovered the app thanks to one of my teachers, and they made an offer. 6 million dollars for the patent of the algorithm. It was crazy. My mother helped me with all the negotiations, and we went to Florida to sign the contract. They even made an offer to work for them if I was willing to move on to India, but I wasn't in the mood, and I don't know Hindi."

"The name of the company?"

"I think Kama Company or something like that. Is it important?"

"Maybe. Kama Company is one of the biggest companies of porn websites in Asia." Ash looked at his assistant, who was already searching for the information. Then she showed him the tablet. "Not shit."

"What?"

"Kama-company launched a hooked-up app six months ago that is integrated with the information of their porn websites. It's the 10th most downloaded app in India and the 15th in China."

"Oh shit, I should have asked for a share of the revenue."

Ash laughed out loud, leaving Thomas unsure of what was happening. "Are you really not catching it? You have your share. For every blowjob, every infidelity, and every hardcore fuck, you are receiving your fair share of lust and depravation."