Chapter 9: Descent into Darkness
Part 9
Regulus stumbled out of his room, his mind reeling from the encounter with the dog. He didn't know what was happening to him, or why his body seemed to be reacting in such a primal way. He just knew he had to get out of there, to escape the feelings of shame and disgust that threatened to consume him. As he walked down the hallway, he didn't notice his father standing in the doorway of his own room. Not until it was too late, anyway. His father grabbed him, pulling him into the room with a strength that Regulus couldn't resist. "Ah, Regulus," his father said, his voice low and husky. "I've been looking for you." Regulus tried to struggle, but his father held him fast. He was dragged across the room, his father's grip like a vice on his arm. Regulus's eyes darted wildly around the room, searching for an escape that didn't exist. And then, in a flash of horror, he was spun around and pushed back against the bed. His father's body loomed over him, his eyes gleaming with a feral light. "Your body is responding to the world around you, Regulus," his father said, his voice dripping with approval. "That's a good thing. That means you're finally starting to come into your own." Regulus's eyes widened in terror as his father began to undress him, his hands moving with a swift efficiency that left him powerless. He tried to struggle, but it was no use. His father was too strong, too determined. And then, in a flash of humiliation, Regulus was naked, his body exposed to his father's gaze. He felt a wave of shame wash over him, mixed with a growing sense of fear. His father's cock was already erect, its length gleaming in the dim light of the room. Regulus tried to look away, but he couldn't. His father's eyes seemed to hold him in place, drawing him inexorably towards the horror that was to come. "Take it," his father commanded, his voice low and husky. "Take my cock, Regulus." Regulus felt a wave of revulsion wash over him, mixed with a growing sense of despair. He knew he had to comply, or risk facing the consequences. So, with a sense of resignation, he reached out and took his father's cock, feeling it slide into his body with a sickening ease. As his father began to thrust, Regulus closed his eyes and let the darkness wash over him. He felt like he was drowning, like he was being pulled under by a tide of horrors that he couldn't escape. And he knew, in that moment, that he was lost forever.