Dans brow furrows as he looks worried “hmm this isn’t good sorry son, I’ve seen this happen before, a long time ago” he says as he shakes his head “they say it’s something to do with the lake, a curse if you will”
Seth stammers “but, we can fix it right?”
Dan bites his lip and shakes his head “I’m sorry son, I lost a good friend to this affliction, you remember uncle Marty?”
Seth wracks his brain trying to remember his dad’s friend, before shaking his head.
“Well uncle Marty had a brother you see, we used to come up to this very cabin when we were about your age. Unfortunately the lake cursed his brother one summer, and he was never the same again.”
Your lip quivers at the tale as Dan’s mind drifts off “in fact... I might just have...” He trails off as he hands you to Seth and stomps his heavy frame down the hallway.
Seth holds you close, curling his hand around you like an enormous hug as he awaits his father’s return.
Dan comes striding back proudly. A solid glass fishtank held against his bare chest, his thick cock jostling side to side in his revealing speedo as his bare feet smack against the hardwood floor.
He places the tank, which is full of makeshift structures and bedding onto an empty wooden stand. The tank fitting perfectly in as a piece of furniture within the cabin.
“It’s been years since it was used” he says as he blows a beer soaked gust of wind to clear the dust off the tank “but it’s a fitting and safe home for someone who’s been...afflicted, like Marty’s brother.”
He gestures to Seth “go on, put him in his new home”
Seth gingerly moves you over the opening and slowly lowers your writhing body onto the soft and dusty floor of the tank.
You gaze out through the murky glass, their huge forms peering in. Way up above, Dan licks the palm of his hand and wipes the inside of the tank. You stumble back to avoid the swinging pendulum of his slimey hand.
As it removes itself you peer out the now clear glass to their grinning faces. Your heart sinks with humiliation as they glare at you with morbid curiosity like a tiny pet. No longer man, let alone a friend.
Dan raises his strong arm and pats Seth on the shoulder. His smile with a glimmer of sinister mischievousness as he booms :
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