When Daniel got home, Joanna was at the door giving him a big hug. "Welcome home, dear!" she pressed her breasts tightly and kissed him. "Can you ever forgive me?"
Daniel just gave her a wary look and stepped through the threshold.
Joanna worriedly turned him around and tried to figure out if Daniel had a rider on his back.
"
Of course
he has one, Mom," said Julie, in a somewhat annoyed voice, stepping through the door.
"I never doubted it for a moment!" Joanna cried. She hugged and kissed her daughter. "How was it?"
Julie smiled broadly. "Very, very romantic."
"Really?" said Joanna wistfully. She put her arm around her sweet daughter. "Come in, dear, and tell me all about it!"
Momentarily forgotten, Daniel went to the living room, where he saw Ben dully staring at a wall. "How are you, son?"
Ben shrugged. "I can feel it in my mind, trying to make me do things."
"I can too," said Daniel, sitting down by him. "So you... and your mother...."
"Not just Mom."
"Not just your mother?"
"There was another man here. His name was Nils. He laughed and make fun of me while... while they were doing it."
Daniel's eyebrows shot up. "You watched while your mother... and Nils...."
Ben nodded.
Daniel's face clouded. He had met Nils briefly at the Swim Club. Apparently Joanna had taken him as a lover. He looked forward to meeting this Nils someday.
Jo and Julie marched into the living room arm in arm, smiling and laughing. "All right, that was fun! Now you two, stand up and take off your clothes!"
"Why?" said Daniel.
"Mom wants to see your rider," said Julie. "And I want to see Ben's!"
Daniel gave Ben a wary look and started to take off his shirt. Ben slowly followed.
"I said
all
your clothes, Daniel," said Joanna.
"I don't have to be naked for you to see my rider," said Daniel.
"Dad! What did I say about making us repeat orders twice?" Julie gave him a dark look. "Our riders don't like it."
Daniel frowned but slowly took off the rest of his clothing. So did Ben. Before long they stood there naked in the living room while Julie and her mother walked around, inspecting them... and their riders.
"Very nice!" she said, smiling broadly as she admired the yellow pancake lodging between Daniel's shoulder blades. "You make the most beautiful riders, Julie!"
"So do you Mom!" said Julie, admiring the yellow-brown circle on her brother's back. "I learned from the best!"
Mother and daughter briefly hugged and kissed. Then they resumed their inspection.
Joanna admired the males in their family. "They have nice bodies, don't they?" Joanna asked.
Daniel felt his wife staring at his penis hungrily.
"Yes they do," said Julie. "Even you, big brother!"
Ben reddened.
"Daniel, our entire family is part of the Hive now. We're finally all together again. Isn't that wonderful?" said Joanna.
"No," said Daniel.
"He's stubborn, Mom. But we'll work it out of him, I'm sure of it," said Julie.
"I'm sure you will, dear." Joanna sighed. "Well, it's time to move to the next step." She handed Julie several objects. "You know what to do, dear."
Julie nodded. She bent down in front of her father and carefully lifted up his penis in her dainty feminine hand.
"What are you going to do?" Daniel asked.
"You must be marked as a slave of the Hive, Dad," she said, holding up a small green cone.
"No... no!" he said. But he obediently stood still even as Julie pressed the narrow end of the cone down on his penis. Daniel screamed with pain. But the pain faded as quickly as it came.
"See? It looks beautiful!" said Julie.
Daniel looked down. On the head of his penis was a glowing green symbol, which looked like a curved bone. "What does it mean?"
"It means you are marked as an inseminator," said Joanna, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a big kiss. "I'm so proud of you!" Jo turned to Julie. "Go on to the next step."
Julie grabbed his scrotum. "Now hold very still, Dad."
"What are you doing now?" Daniel asked. Suddenly he screamed in pain as Julie pierced the bottom of his scrotum sack.
"I'm sorry about that, Dad," said Julie, as she inserted the small two inch chain into it. "But it hurts less than when it's done to us, I promise you that!" She stood up quickly. "There. It's done."
Daniel looked down. In addition to the glowing mark on the head of his penis he also had a small green rock hanging from his testicles. "What have you done to me?"
"We have made you part of the Hive," said Joanna, in a low, musical tone.
"Your turn, Mom," said Julie, handing the objects back to her.
Joanna paused, cocked her head, and nodded. "I have a better idea." She handed the objects to Daniel.
"What do you want me to do with these?" Daniel asked.
"It is your turn to contribute, dear. You must conduct Ben's initiation ceremony," said Joanna.
Daniel's eyes widened. "You want me to do to my own son... what you just did to me?"
"Yes," said Joanna.
"Forget it! I won't do it!" he said.
"Dad, if you'd rather, I can cancel our next training session to give you more time to think about it," said Julie. "But I remember how unhappy you were the last time I canceled our training session. Is that what you really want?"
Daniel remembered the sexual torture he had gone through, being tremendously aroused for an entire day and night without being allowed release. It had been a punishment for refusing one of his training sessions. It was not a punishment he wanted to endure again.
He looked at his only son. It was bad enough that Daniel had been forced to take a rider. Bad enough that he was methodically being trained and brainwashed. But now they actually wanted him to participate in his son's debasement.
It was part of his training,
a small voice told him.
He had no choice. Daniel sighed and bent down in front of his son, and gently took his penis in hand. "Ben, I'm so sorry," he said.
"I understand, Dad." Ben made an unhappy face, but did not resist.
And then Ben screamed as the cone burned the head of his penis. When it was done, Ben looked down. "What is that?" He saw a glowing letter 'c' burned into the head of his penis.
"You have been given your slave mark," said Joanna.
"Yes, but what does it mean?" he asked.
"I... I don't know," said Joanna. But somehow, part of her did know.
Consumption.