I’m Baby. At least that’s what my Daddies call me. I was kidnapped and have discovered that I am my 12 Daddies biological son, a.k.a I’m a science experiment. My Daddies formed a cult around me because they thought I was a sexual god and now I’m forced to have gay sex with them almost constantly. I’m being held in an underground bunker against my will and my only therapy is writing the details of what’s happening to me in this notebook.
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I’m going to start this by saying I am a sex slave and the product of rape. I am also, against my will, a member of a secret cult. A cult all about me and an extremely weird and illegal fetish. I never knew about my status within this cult or the cult itself until not long ago. Until I was kidnapped I lived a pretty normal life, at least I thought I did.
My name was Brian and I lived in a single parent family with my mom. I was a relatively good son. I went to school, hung out with friends, liked to play videogames…yeah, normal stuff. Then, on my eighteenth birthday, I was walking down the street when a van drove slowly beside me. It was a commercial van for some central air company. The van followed me down the street until it stopped by the side of the road. I kept walking. I didn’t hear the van door open or people getting out. They must have been really quiet because suddenly a hand with a cloth containing chloroform covered my mouth. I was picked up and put in the back of the van. I saw a man smile at me gently and say, “Baby” before I passed out.
I woke up in a little boys’ room. The walls were a light blue, the carpet was green, and the bedspread showcased cartoon characters from a show I watched when I was little. The bedside table had a lamp on it in the shape of a clown and there were action figures and toy dinosaurs on shelves on the walls.
Then I noticed my clothes. I was wearing clothes that a little kid would wear. It was a bright orange shirt with a picture of a green dinosaur on the front, but it was in my size. My shorts were the same green shade as the dinosaur and ended halfway up my thigh. My socks were white and I wasn’t wearing shoes. I spotted a pair by the door. The sneakers were bright red with blue laces. I put them on and noticed the bottoms lit up with blue dots when I walked.
I looked around the room a little more and noticed that the room was devoid of windows. I decided to leave the room and confront whoever had brought me here, but the door was locked. I tried knocking a few times and soon a man opened it and smiled warmly at me.
“Did Baby enjoy his nap?” The older man asked. The guy was tall and had graying hair at his temples.
“Who are you and why am I here?”
“I’m your Daddy. Come on out so you can meet the others,” he said, warmly. His tone of voice scared me. This man had kidnapped me. Why was he looking at me like I was his long-lost son? The man led me to a large living room connected to a dining room. A group of men, I counted twelve, aged in their forties to seventies stood or sat around the room. They all looked at me when I entered.
I looked at the man who had been leading me and asked, “Who are all these people?”
“We are all your Daddies,” one of the men sitting on the couch said.
“We’ve finally brought our Baby back home, and on his birthday too,” another said.
“What do you mean you’re my dads? Is one of you my biological father?”
They all smiled at me. One of them stood up and walked over to me. He was one of the older men. “We are all your biological Daddies,” he said, kindly. “You are our Baby.”
“That’s not possible.” Were these men delusional? I remember thinking they all acted kind of like they were a part of some weird cult, but I had no idea how right I was.
The man continued. “I am a scientist. We all are. We all gathered together. We wanted to make a baby. A baby born with DNA from each of us. We struggled for years, but eventually we were successful. Then we choose a suitable vessel for you to be born inside. We decided on family so that we didn’t get any outside DNA. Your Mommy is actually one of your Daddy’s sisters. She doesn’t know. She was kidnapped and blindfolded. Then we poured the sperm that was artificially created to contain all of our DNA into her pussy.”
I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. It didn’t seem real. The sperm cell that had impregnated my mom was created by these scientists? What the fuck was I?
“What am I?”
One of the men chuckled. “You’re our Baby, sweetheart. See, look,” the man held up a mirror for me. “See that? You have my nose.”
“And my eyes,” another said.
“Only the shape. The pigment of the irises comes from me,” someone shouted.
“He has my curly hair.”
“And my dimples!”
“That mole on his right knee is just like mine!”
I looked at all these men, then looked at my reflection in the mirror. They were right. I did look like them. All of them. It was weird. My life had been a lie. I was some weird experiment. I wanted to cry.
“Don’t worry, Baby,” one of them said, patting my shoulder. “Everything’s okay now. You’re back with your Daddies.”
“Let him have some birthday cake and presents!” someone shouted.
“Yes, we should start the party.”
The men led me to the dining table and sat me down in front of a large cake with the number eight on it. I was kind of in shock until then.
“Um, actually I’m eighteen,” I said.
The man who was lighting the candle smiled down at me. “We’ve missed so much of your life, Baby. You are going to be our eight year old little boy for us. We decided on your age together. It was unanimous. And your name too. We had it picked out the very night you were conceived. Baby…it’s just so adorable. That’s what you are. You are Daddies’ Baby. Always and forever.”
“Baby is a little…my name’s Brian.”
“We know the name she gave you, but it has never been your real name. We named you before she did, Baby.”
“Have some cake, Baby,” someone else said as he cut the cake and placed it in front of me.
I looked down at the slice of cake. This was all too weird. I was kidnapped by a group of twelve guys who said they were my biological fathers. Now they wanted me to be some eight year old kid for them? For what? Why did they even create me? I had a very bad feeling about all of this. I stood up from the table.
“What’s wrong, Baby?”
“I need to leave. It’s been fun meeting you all,” I lied “but I really need to get back home. I have plans to hang out with my friends since it’s my birthday and all, and, uh…”
The men all looked at each other. None of them looked pleased by what I’d just said.
“Are you trying to run away from home again, Baby?”
I looked in confusion at the man who’d spoken.
“You ran away with your Mommy when you were still in her tummy. Now you are running away again?”
“Good little boys don’t run away from home,” another said. “I think Baby needs a little punishment.” The others nodded in agreement.
I tried to make a run for it, but one of them grabbed my arm and another pulled my shorts and underwear down. I was placed on the lap of one of my “Daddies”.
“Bad little boys get spankings from their Daddies,” said the man whose lap I was on. Then I felt a rush of air on my naked backside before a very painful blow. This man who was calling himself my dad was apparently not going to go easy on me. I screamed loudly in both surprise and pain. Then the next hit to my ass came. I started wiggling in place, trying to get off the man’s lap, but I was held down by another man. Then I felt my wrists being tied behind my back.
“I know it hurts, Baby, but you need to be still and accept your punishment like a good boy.”
I screamed as the third hit was just as painful as the last two. The man was done after five. I was so grateful when the blows stopped. My hands were close to my ass and I could feel heat radiate from my ass cheeks. They must have been pretty red.
The men let me stand back up. The man who’d spanked me stood up too. He spoke to me. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, Baby,” he said. He put a hand on my burning ass cheek and kneaded gently.
“Stop please. It hurts.” I was so close to crying.
“There there, it’s okay, Baby. I forgive you for trying to run away.” The man took his hand off me and stepped away. Another man came up to me and sat down where the last one had. A different man was lowering me down on his lap. What was going on? Wasn’t my punishment over?
“Now it’s my turn,” the man said. “I know this might sound a bit perverse, but I just love seeing you get spanked. Your ass is so round and pretty, Baby. It’s just perfect for a good spanking. I’m going to enjoy this,” he said as the palm of his hand hit my already sore ass cheek. I couldn’t stop the tear that trailed down my cheek at the realization that every single one of these men was going to spank my ass.
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