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And as usual, this chapter is as disturbing as the last. So… HAPPY READIN'!
That night, Duncan took Cody to bed. Duncan carried Cody into his room and laid him on a table. Duncan put on Cody a new nappy, followed by a baby blue onesie. Cody frowned.
"I-I don't need to wear diapers…" Cody protested.
"Now, now, I want no arguments," Duncan hushed the geek. "This nursery does not have an en-suite bathroom."
"So?"
"Daddy and Papa have to the lock the door," Duncan smirked. Cody sighed miserable. Duncan noticed this, but – deliberately – misinterpreted the sigh.
"Aw, does Cody want Daddy to read him a story?" Duncan teased.
"No?!" Cody cringed. He was far too old to be read a story. Duncan ignored him, scooped Cody up into his arms, went over to the book case, picked a random hardback book, carried Cody over to a chair and sat down, with the geek on the delinquent's lap. Duncan opened the book at a random page that obviously was not the first page and began 'reading'.
"One day there was a Jamaican boy named Devon Joseph," Duncan began. "He desperately needed to get laid so he went to a nearby brothel to find himself a prostitute. He hired one named Mr Hatchet, who was a big, burly Canadian man who was bald and very scary. However, he has a soft spot for his clients because they give him money."
"I'm too old to be read a bedtime story," Cody interrupted. "In fact, I'm too old to be sitting on your lap for non-sexual purposes."
Duncan ignored Cody and carried on. "So anyway, Mr Hatchet led Devon Joseph to his room where the two had sex. It was very messy, plus it involved a lot of sodomy, fellatio and lap-sitting."
"You're not reading from the book," Cody interrupted again. "In fact, even if I was young enough, this isn't a story you'd read to a child before bedtime." Cody was obviously uncomfortable with where Duncan's story was going, let alone being uncomfortable with the compromising position he and Duncan are both in, especially now that lap-sitting was involved in the story as well. Naturally, Duncan ignored Cody again. He continued on with the story.
"An hour into the shagging, Devon Joseph received a call from his mammy on his cell phone. She informed her son that Mr Hatchet was his father. Devon Joseph was horrified, but he felt he should break the news to Mr Hatchet anyway, and he did. Sadly, Mr Hatchet didn't take it very well, so he got out a knife and he slit Devon Joseph's throat, stuffed the corpse into the trunk of his car, drove off to the States and buried the corpse on an Indian burial ground somewhere in… Alaska. And they all lived happily ever after. The end." Duncan slammed the book shut and looked down to notice Cody laying asleep in his arms.
Actually, Cody did not fall asleep. He fainted. But Duncan chose to look at it as if Cody peacefully fell asleep. The delinquent rose up from the chair and carried his 'son' to his cot, where he laid Cody down on. Alejandro came in to the room to check on the two to notice Cody asleep – or unconscious – in the crib. The Latino smiled at Duncan.
"Isn't he so adorable, mi querido?" Alejandro asked Duncan, smiling.
"He's such a little trooper," Duncan replied. "He probably enjoyed my story."
"I heard it from outside," Alejandro smirked. "Maybe you and I should re-enact those scenes from it in our bedroom."
"You're on, cariño!" Duncan smirked. The two kissed Cody on the forehead before leaving the room.
And locking the door.
Well that was a semi-decent bedtime story, am I right?
By the way, Sierra will make an appearance in future chapters. What her role will be in this story is all up to me. I have most of it planned, but you guys don't know what it is, MUWAHAHAHAHAH- *cough-cough-cough!* Ahem, anyway, I plan to update this tomorrow as well.
Until next time!
