I had many choices of categories to choose from, I chose Mind Control because the Pheromones were the cause of someone loosing control of their thought processes. I could have chosen Non-Consent or Loving Wives but decided not to.
There is no explicit sex in this story, and I doubt that I will ever write about it. I welcome insightful comments, either good or bad. If you choose to attack me the remark will be deleted.
The idea for this story was there when I awoke at 2:30 AM. I wrote cryptic notes and completed the story when I finally had time. I seem to get a lot of my ideas this way.
My name is John DeSantorio, I was a normal, single man except for the times I go into heat. No, I am not a dog, I am not female. Our family has called our curse by this name since we lived in the old country. The name over there roughly translated out to "The time when you are hot." When our ancestors came over on the boat we learned the new language very quickly and our curse was renamed.
What is this curse I speak of? Roughly twice each year the males in the family become extremely desirable to any woman. Some of us can come in season up to 3 times, others only once. When we come into heat we need to be locked away from all females, other than our wives, until we are cleared. We can last from 2 to 3 weeks.
We have had medical doctors examine us to determine what is happening, so far all they can say is that we start to produce prodigious amounts of pheromones and equally large quantities of sperm. In short we become sex machines, capable of impregnating up to 10 to 15 women per day. There are no other signs of change. We are not any more likely to want sex than our normal cravings; it is just the women who want more due to our increased level of pheromones.
I guess that might sound like a good time to you, but if we are not responsible we could be the cause of a mass population explosion. We take our duties very seriously. Oddly enough, the curse has never been passed down through a female. That is, my daughters or sisters can not pass it to their sons.
As I said, my name is John. The last person to have been in season was my brother Nicholas. He had the key to the vault where we went when we locked ourselves away. I was surprised to find I was going into heat when I awoke on the Sunday after Easter. I called to his house and asked that he bring me the key, he was not home so I called my father to run over and pick it up. When my father got there, no one was there.
