[Themes: gay incest, domination and submission, conspiracy, smells, creepy uncle getting what he wants.]
~~ The world has been overtaken by zombies. During the first year, they slaughtered 98% of human population, as the virus causing it spread by airborne droplets.
After some time, the decaying processes rendered majority of them harmless but the survivors have learned to live in isolation, in fear of bandits and the fresh living dead.
Me and my family, consisting of four brothers, an uncle and two of his sons survived solely due to our natural resistance to the virus. ~~
The leader of our family was my uncle, Graham. He was in the army, just like his wacky son, so they knew how to make our group survive the hardships of living without civilization. I was never very fond of him, he was a jerk and his entire persona rubbed me the wrong way. As it eventually turned out, for a good reason.
Eighteen months after all of this began, our family was going through a bit of a crisis. Some of us were depressed, some angry and frustrated. In the brutal times of apocalypse, things like that could easily kill an entire group, so my uncle was searching for a way to boost everyone's morale.
We were living in an old bar, spending most of our time guarding the building. On one evening however, he decided to gathered us all, to announce something important.
"Okay, lads. Listen up. Things are not that colorful, despite the increase in safety and our large supplies for the winter. I can see that these hard eighteen months have finally exhausted you all. Having no fun, no way to relax, nothing to cheer you up after a tiring day... and in general, having no actual life, all of that is bringing the spirits down. To fix that, I thought of an idea... but let me warn you -- it's a controversial one." Silence filled the room for a moment, even though the eight of us were rarely quiet. "What I will reveal to you in a second will be placed under a vote. I want you all to speak out honestly and think twice before announcing your decision. Remember -- we all need a solution, or I honestly expect a wave of suicides to occur..."
"Get to the point, dad," the younger of my cousins, Jack -- not the wacky one -- insisted. He was right, his dad should really stop giving the guys ideas...
"I thought that the easiest way to improve the moods... would be to satisfy the very important need that every real man has." Uncle Graham grabbed his bulge, squeezed it and laughed disgustingly, like an idiot. "But since we don't have any women volunteers available... well, one of us will have to make the sacrifice..."
These words sparked some immediate doubts of both his reasonable son and one of my older brothers.
"You want us to go full gay and Alabama?!" Jack snorted.
"What a brilliant idea," my brother Travis added, sarcastically. "I was always somewhat in love with you, uncle."
"I'm flattered, lad, but you won't have much fun fucking my hairy ass, that's for sure," uncle Graham laughed. "No, I have a different candidate." I gulped, seeing how his dumb little happy eyes turn towards me. "Felix. You're not only a self-declared gay man, but also the best looking creature in this building. I'm amazed how perfect your haircut is, despite the current conditions of our life..."
"No, no, no, no," I protested nervously, raising my hands in a defensive stance. "A terrible idea. Let's not forget that I'm a biological brother of most of you here..."
Uncle Graham smiled in a smug way and squinted his eyes in some malicious expression.
"All of us have family ties anyway, champ. And you're still the best pick. Alright, gents! I want each person in this room to vote either yay or nay. As the one who came up with this idea, I'm obviously voting yay." He looked over at his dumb, muscular son taller than him by a head, whose entire outfit consisted of camo fabric. "Kyle?"
"I vote yay, dad. Great idea." Kyle looked at me with his crazed eyes, stuck his tongue out and gave the air a lick, in some dumb sexual gesture, I assume.
"Two votes to zero for turning our sweet little Felix into a sex doll," uncle Graham summarized, so pleased with himself. I was surprised when he proved that he can actually count to two. "Jack, my boy?" he asked his other son.
"Obviously, no," my cousin stood up for me, firmly. "And now carry on to his brothers to officially take down this dumb idea. Seriously, dad, you're embarrassing-..."
"Shut up, Jack," Kyle barked at him.
"Two to one," uncle Graham continued, clearly disappointed with his younger son. "Travis?"
"Felix's bony ass or continued abstinence? Difficult choice," my brother teased Graham. "Sorry, uncle, that would be a strong no from me,"
At this point, uncle became visibly upset.
"I urge you to think this through, boys," he barked. "We need our moods to improve and I don't exactly hear you coming up with better ideas... Kevin?"
That would be my twin brother. We weren't quite identical, but still had lots of similarities in appearance. Unfortunately, we were never particularly close, or should I say, he hated me, so his answer didn't surprise me that much.
"It's time that my brother finally becomes useful to us in any way," he said, crossing his forearms on his chest. "I vote yes."
Uncle Graham and Kyle smiled in satisfaction, while Travis looked at him in disgust and disbelief.
"Smart choice, lad. Smart choice." Uncle looked at me again. "Felix, my boy, I forgot to ask you first... if you're mature enough to accept your responsibility, we're carrying this vote for no reason... So, are you willing to take the dicks like a good boy?"
"No and I honestly can't believe that you're carrying this stupid vote!" I yelled in anger. "Should I reveal now that you always tried to get into my pants, even before this whole mess started? Now you're just doing the same..."
I could tell that my response made him very angry, but he just shrugged it and carried on with the vote.
"Kind of a dick move to make such disgusting accusations only to avoid the sacrifice to our community, but have it your way," he lied, carrying on with the vote. "Let's listen to our youngest family member now!" We all looked at Russell, my younger brother. When all of this started, he was only nineteen years old. "Think on your answer carefully, boy... if your big brother won't take the L, you're the next one in line, haha!" Uncle Graham chuckled as if he just told the best joke in the world.
"Don't threaten him!" I yelled.
"Shut your filthy mouth, bitch!" Kyle stood up, almost flipping his chair, and pointed at me, aggressively. "Have patience, soon you will be choking on my musky cock!" he said, spitting in the process. Like I've said, he was a true nutjob.
"Well, Russell?" Uncle Graham hurried my little brother.
Russell looked at me flustered, but then made a fake smug smile to my uncle.
"Wouldn't have it any other way, uncle. I vote yes!"
"Four to two, excellent."
"Four to three!" I corrected him. "Can't you count properly, uncle? I voted no!"
"I don't think your vote matters in this case..." my uncle attempted to manipulate the results but fortunately, Travis and Jack stood up for me again.
"That's not how it works, dad," Jack said. "Last vote is Dean's. If he says no, we will have a tie and your stupid idea will remain just as that -- an idea..."
"Dad is our leader, princess," Kyle barked at his brother. "His vote counts twice."
"Makes sense to me," uncle Graham immediately jumped to support his older son's idea.
"That's not how we carried the votes in the past," Travis cleverly noticed.
"Let me interrupt you, gents," my oldest brother, Dean, spoke, relaxing in his chair. "This discussion is pointless... because I vote yes." I looked at him in disbelief and he looked at me back, without any shame, just with some form of cold satisfaction. I couldn't believe it, since he was always so loving and protective towards me. I truly believed he was my best friend here.
"It's settled then," my uncle announced in a sick, cheerful tone, looking at me as if I was a piece of tasty meat he was about to devour. "In that case, let's establish the details of use of our newest balls draining toy..."
*
"Okay, son. Let's talk this through, before you says something you regret later," uncle Graham said, trying to stop laughter.
I was kneeling between his legs, with that creep Kyle standing behind me, holding my nape with his big strong hand, keeping my head respectfully low. My uncle stripped down and now he had only his white undershirt stained with mustard on him, as well as a pair of loose boxers. He had a typical dad bod, with lots of curly hair on his belly and chest. He stank like sweat and alcohol.
"This act that you're trying to put out is getting really tiring," he sighed. "We get it -- you're not a slutty faggot at all. You're not enjoying it. Does that satisfy you and can we move on?"
"Please, uncle... I will do what you tell me to, but at least don't make me have sex with my brothers!" I cried out. Kyle placed even more strength into his grip, clearly not liking this idea.
"No, your brothers, too, seem to be very eager to have some naughty fun with you. There's no reason for shame, champ. The world is fucked, the rules have changed. Who cares if we're all related? Ass is ass, dick is dick. You won't get pregnant with a twisted monster baby anyway. Am I right, Kyle?"
