The Boss

 Originally posted to Tumblr: Jun 7 2022 

 

Mr. Perkins and his son were having the best night. Like usual, the two had settled down on the couch. Silas, in his pajamas, was snuggled up to his dad’s side. Turning on the TV, Mr. Perkins set the channel to his son’s favorite TV show, Planet Earth. Mr. Perkins didn’t understand why his son loved the nature documentary series, but this was their nightly ritual for Friday’s at 9PM. Since there was no school the next day Mr. Perkins didn’t mind his son staying up later than the norm.

“Dad, can we have some ice cream?” Silas gave his father puppy dog eyes moving even closer. Mr. Perkins held back a laugh. His kid was a master manipulator. Other than that, there wasn’t much difference between them. Both had red hair and warm brown eyes. The two probably could pass for brothers with a wide age gap. The father sighed standing up and raising his hands in defeat.

“You do realize this means double vegetables tomorrow?” Mr. Perkins got up winking.

“Nooo!” Silas cried out as his dad walked into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, Mr. Perkins began scooping vanilla and chocolate ice cream into bowls for both of them. He looked over at the clock. His older brother had sworn to visit them tonight, but there was no way he was showing up now. Not that Mr. Perkins was that concerned. His older brother Alan was always getting into trouble, whether it was his gambling addiction, forgetfulness, or just plain laziness. Mr. Perkins figured he could call his brother in the morning.

Walking back out into the living room, bowls in hand, Mr. Perkins handed one to his son. The boy graciously accepted, not even waiting for his dad to sit before digging in. Silas devoured the sweet treat with no remorse. Mr. Perkins sat back mouth agape as his son scarfed down the food.

“Slow down there Silas, it’s not going anywhere.” Mr. Perkins began eating his. There was a knock at the door. Mr. Perking groaned. Must have been his brother arriving late. It would have been better if he arrived after the ice cream was gone. Mr. Perkins got up, sighing making his way over to the door.

“No, you can’t have any ice cre—

Mr. Perkin’s speech to his brother was cut off when he realized his brother was not standing there. Instead, there were two male bodybuilders wearing all black. Their arms were humongous, and their thighs looked like watermelons had been packed into the back of their pants. They had adorned objects like rings, watches, and even gold bracelets on their thick arms and fingers. One was brunette, the other was blond, other than their ages, that was the only difference.

“Mr. Perkins. We’d like you to come with us.” The blond spoke. His voice was stern and cold.

“What’s this all about?” Mr. Perkins’ sense of danger was on high alert. Men coming to his house late at night asking him to leave? Nothing but BAD NEWS written all over it. Though no matter how many scenarios he ran there wasn’t an easy escape. The men’s bodies easily blocked the front door and the time it’d take to grab his son and sprint to the back also made the back door a non-option.

“Forgive my partner’s over eagerness. He’s Clyde and I’m Ezra. We’d like to know the whereabouts of your brother.” The brunette’s voice was much warmer, but no less demanding.

Mr. Perkins got a better look at them in case he’d have to remember for later. The blond was younger, having less wrinkles on his face than the mature brunette. That’s probably why the brunette man was so calm and collected. He was a veteran at whatever this was, and the blond was new and trying to show off. That was Mr. Perkins’ guess anyway. His brother Alan had gotten into trouble before, but nothing ever this bad.

“He’s not here. He was supposed to be but never showed up.” Mr. Perkins tried to shut the door, but a hand came out easily, stopping it.

“Well, that’s a problem for us. You see we work for the Esposito family and coming back empty-handed is not an option for us. If you don’t agree to come with us. We’ll have to take you by force.” Ezra smiled, as if he was daring for Mr. Perkins to fight back.

Esposito family? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Obviously, it wasn’t good news. Were these men in the mafia? Mr. Perkins’ mind was on rapid fire. He thought of his son still eating ice cream on the couch. How was he going to get them out of this?

“Daddy you’re missing the show,” His son cried out.

“Shit!” Mr. Perkins thoughts rang throughout in his head as the two goons realized there was another person there. The father tried with all his might to close the door again, but it was no use. The men forced the way in. Then total darkness.

The next thing Mr. Perkins remembered was waking up in a dark warehouse with a single light above him hanging down from the ceiling. He was held tight to a chair with his hands and legs bound by. His clothes had been stripped, leaving him in his blue boxer briefs and socks.

A strong smell of mold hit Mr. Perkin’s nose. The entire area was depressing and bleak. Water flowing echoed in the distance. Mr. Perkins tried to think about what body of water or river they could be close to. He looked around that darkened room, desperately trying to find his missing son. Where could they have possibly taken him? Mr. Perkins thought to himself.

Ezra stepped out of the shadows. Had he been standing there the whole time? It seemed their dark clothing choice was much more than a fashion statement. Ezra’s gaze was cold, locked on to Mr. Perkins. “Your son is safe. So, don’t bother asking. But we can’t guarantee he’ll stay that way.” Ezra tilted Mr. Perkins’ head up. “So, tell us where your brother is. And we’ll let you and the boy go.”

“I don’t know.” Mr. Perkins stated once again.

His head was let go in frustration as Ezra stroked his own chin. The muscled goon struggled with whether to believe the father’s words or not. Regardless, he’d know the truth by the time this night was over. It was just a matter of how long it would take. “Here’s why I don’t believe you Walter. Your brother took out a loan from our bosses, a big one and the family says it’s time to collect. When he signed our deal. Did you or did you not sign the papers stating you were good for it?”

Being called by his first name stunned Mr. Perkins, where did the stranger get info like that? “I never signed any papers. He must have forged my signature, or something.”

Shaking his head, Ezra tsked, “I hate to do this, but you leave me no other option.” The large man snapped his finger and in walked Clyde carrying Silas. The boy was strapped to a similar chair, having also been stripped down to his socks and cartoon bear underwear. Clyde set the chair down across from Mr. Perkins so the two were staring face to face. Silas’ mouth had been gagged with a cloth wrapped around it. Clyde untied it, pulling the cloth out.

“Daddy, I want to go home!” Silas cried.

“Aw the baby boy is scared. Don’t you think it’s time you told us the truth now?” Clyde said, teasing the duo.

Ezra rolled his eyes, “You’ll have to forgive Clyde. He was a former school bully, but the Esposito family put him to good use. Though he can’t help if his old personality slips in every now and then.”

Mr. Perkins was beyond pissed; he didn’t want to hear their childhood stories. He just needed to save his son. Though it was clear the Two men were convinced Walter and Alan had a close relationship. Sure, Walter cared for his big brother, but they weren’t truly friends. And after tonight they probably never would be. 

“Doesn’t seem like you’re going to help us.” Ezra backed up, disappearing into the darkness. When he reappeared, he held a small treasure box. He walked over to the small boy. Holding up the box he spoke. “This was handcrafted by the family’s ancestor’s way back in Italy.”

Struggling against the ropes, Mr. Perkins tried to break free, “Get away from my son. Don’t you dare hurt him.” His blood was rushing, but no amount of strength could break his restraints. What kind of torture devices were there?

“Hurt him?” Ezra’s eyes went wide. “We’d never hurt a kid. Heck, all we did to you was bring you here.”

“But there are other ways to get the information out of you two.” Clyde crossed his arms smiling, like a child on a playground who knew a secret the other kids didn’t.

Ezra opened the box, showing it to Mr. Perkins. Inside the father expected to find various small torture devices, but that was not the case. The box only had peculiar things.

Trinkets, to be exact. Mr. Perkins was confused. He spotted a necklace, a watch, and a ring along with a few other items. They were all various colors in design but even seeing them Mr. Perkins knew there was one thing in common. All the items were expensive, possibly equal, or more than years’ worth of his paychecks. How were these items supposed to get the truth out of him?  Maybe they were going to twist it into their skin or something?

Shuffling through the box Ezra spoke. “Man, this really is the good stuff. They didn’t use it on lackeys like us.” He looked up at Clyde then turned to Mr. Perkins. “I guess your brother really pissed someone off at the top.” Ezra picked up a necklace astounded, “Look at this,” the gold shimmered even with the little light it had. Ezra’s free hand flew down to his belt and traced along the buckle.  “Ya, know the men in this family pass down these objects to their sons. Some generations will wear them, others won’t. With each man the object becomes more imbued with their family line.”

“Us on the other hand we get the cheap crap.” Clyde snorted, “A generic serving of the family’s gifts.”

Ezra was silent, nodding his head. “That’s right this stuff is more distilled, straight from the main family’s male line. I feel honored they would trust us to use it wisely.”

“Yeah, I mean, what if we had grabbed just any rando off the street.” Clyde snorted.

Mr. Perkins had no idea what their two captors were going on about. The men seemed lost in their own world. Whatever was going on he was sure he wanted no part of it. His son sat a few feet away doing his best attempt at not crying, but the men’s crazy talk was not helping.

Bending over, Ezra held the box close to Silas. “Well kid, what in here do you want?” He dumped the necklace back in. To do this in perfect form, the boy would have to choose. “The sooner you choose the sooner your father and you can leave.”

“Really?” Silas looked over at his dad. His father said nothing and only had a worry look on his face. They were still prisoners. Mr. Perkins didn’t see a reason to defy their captors so openly, especially over something miniscule wasn’t smart.

“Go ahead. Do as he say Silas,” Mr. Perkins stated.

Silas looked into the box, “That one.” A rattling sound came from inside the box. The silver ring with an amethyst jewel and engravings started to vibrate.

“Good choice. This was last worn by the previous head honcho. Didn’t think it’d be back on the street so soon.” Ezra handed the box off to Clyde who stepped back into the darkness. Leaving three people in the warehouse. Moving behind the kid, Ezra placed the ring around the boy’s fingers. The ring was several sizes too large to even attempt at staying on. With a Smirk Ezra placed the ring in the boy’s hand and closed it. “I’m sure you’ll want that for later.”

Ezra walked back over to Mr. Perkins, bending over, “Where is your brother?”

Mr. Perkins shook his head. Did these fools just want the same answer over and over again? When would they understand the answer wouldn’t change? He happened to look past Ezra’s shoulder to his son and the father’s eyes widened. Silas’ leg muscles were moving under the skin as his feet stretched further down and widened. His right leg was ahead in the race as it became larger first, then in an attempt to catch up, his left leg jutted out.

“What the?” Mr. Perkins said. Did they slip him drugs while he was passed out? He was hallucinating.

“Daddy, what’s happening to me?” Silas cried and Mr. Perkins snapped back, there was no way this was a dream. His boy’s spine grew, shooting the boy up as the rope held firm. Curling his toes Silas’ feet grew bigger, pushing his socks to the limit until they burst, toes wiggling in the night air. His thighs slammed onto the chair increasing in mass as huge logs. Then his calves got in on the fun reforming to a version that would turn runners and swimmers green with envy.

“Stop! What are you doing to my boy?” Mr. Perkins cried. His son was looking like a malformed teenager.

“Shhhh,” Clyde came up behind him, “This is the fun part.”

Silas’ ass pushed him off the seat as it gained a firmness and buoyancy.” Mmmmpfh” Silas grunted uncomfortably, biting his lip. His ass was digging into the back of his chair. It demanded more, growing wider but there was simply nowhere left to go. The slightest shift of his big butt would have had him off the chair, had he been able to move. Still his ass kept going peeking out the back of his cartoon bear underwear.

The front was just as bad. Mr. Perkins was forced to watch as the front of his son’s underwear began to inflate. There was a cock, a man’s cock. growing under the same briefs he had put his son in that night. The shaft grew thicker and longer, pressing against the fabric of the briefs while the head stretched out one of the cartoon bears’ faces.

Silas eyes went wide; he met his dad’s eyes. “Don’t look, dad.” However, Mr. Perkins’ eyes had already lowered slightly. Underneath the cock were Silas nuts pulsing bigger and heavier. They were being aged to maturity and filled up with however many years of age Silas was gaining. Pubic hair spilled out over the top of the underwear. Mr. Perkins’ mouth dropped, the hair was a dark black color.

“It felt good dad. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want you to look.” The voice that left Silas mouth was not the one of a boy or teen, rather a young man. Clyde was about to say something smart, but Silas cut him off, “Leave him alone.” His voice was commanding even though it came out through a moan. Clyde looked at Silas and backed up from Mr. Perkins. The two men stood beside Mr. Perkins silently.

The father watched as his boy continued to change. Silas threw his head back as the changes entered his upper body. There was a series of loud cracks that traveled up his spine. His shoulder grew broader as he gained the stature of a rugby player. Silas was sweating now. Abs appeared growing big and thick with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Suddenly Silas’ chest lurched forward as if something was trying to burst from inside of him. It caused the body to jerk until Mr. Perkins realized his son’s pecs were growing. It seemed to be completely involuntary as the pecs bounced on their own. With each jiggle the slabs of meat became more defined, harder, and firmer. His nipples grew bigger, pointing downwards. Finally, he had the best chest in the state, lugging around the twin pillows.

His arms casually flexed as Silas fell victim to the changes in his body. Next, his biceps bulged as the forearms followed suit becoming broad and tight, pushing the growth into his hands.  Even his finger stretched and cracked turning the hands into massive catcher mitt hands. The rope holding Silas’ hands snapped. Silas unleashed a deep guttural roar as he flexed his freed arms.  Every vein flowing from his powerful shoulders to the back of his hands were on display.

Silas’ throat didn’t stand a chance as it thickened, further cementing his voice into a low register. Mr. Perkins had to watch as his son’s cute round face get targeted next. The boy’s jaw dropped and stretched to a sharper form. His chubby cheeks were lost and traded for thicker lips, while his small eyebrows grew bushier.

There was undoubtedly a man sitting where Silas had once been. The new Silas sat back in his chair flexing his arms, while fondling his chest. His cock began twitching in his underwear. Black hair started to spread up from his crotch along his torso forming a treasure trail. Upon reaching his chest it spread out amongst his pecs giving him a light dusting of fur. Dark stubble appeared along his jawline as his red hair went pitch black.

“Gggguhhh!!!” Silas’ masculine voice cried out as his cock twitched. He started shooting huge volleys of cum into his little undies. Then his spunk poured through and ran down over the front and even spilled onto the side of his legs. He thrusted with every shot his cock released. The chair he was in fell over, but thankfully Silas’ massive hands stopped his fall. As his orgasm died down his legs finally won out against the rope. He was free.

Sitting on the floor, the new Silas picked up the ring and put it on. Sweat was gleaming across his body as he lifted an arm and ran it through his hair. As he stood up, the underwear he had on morphed. The cartoon bears faded as the fabric became a navy-blue color and the leg holes stretched down the massive thighs. They were turning into boxers. A black line formed on the boxers, tracing along the crotch area. The line formed into the outline of a grizzly bear’s face.

“That’s one big boy.” Clyde whispered to Ezra and Mr. Perkins.

Silas snapped his fingers, “Get me my clothes.” he pointed to Clyde.

The blond man looks over to Ezra, confused. Ezra simply nodded for Clyde to comply. “Yes Sir!” The blond stated before disappearing into the warehouse.

“How are you feeling, sir?” Ezra had a confused look on his face. He hadn’t meant to call the man sir.

Studying his palm, the man looked at his finger, then closed it into a fist. “I feel…” Silas touched his head as memories began to pour in, all concerning the Esposito family. He wasn’t just a lackey for them like Ezra and Clyde. Silas Esposito was one of the male heirs to the group. The entire west coast was under his thumb. Memories of his new father and family filled his head. He had been raised with an ethic to succeed. There was nothing his men wouldn’t do for him.

Mr. Perkins had lost his voice, only watching as Silas stood reformed and reforged. Ezra held his head beside Mr. Perkins. The goon’s own mind was filling in with new memories of years of working with Mr. Silas Esposito; no doubt the same thing was happening to Clyde. This would become the two men’s new reality; neither would remember that Silas had ever once been a boy.

However, Mr. Perkins was painfully aware he was staring at his son. Whatever had reorganized, the muscular men’s minds seemed to have bypassed him.

Clyde came walking up to Silas carrying his new boss’s former child pajamas. “These were the only clothes I could find. I didn’t see your clothes boss.”

“These will do fine.” Silas said, reaching for the pajama bottoms. He held them out in front of his massive body. Lowering them to the ground he tried to force his foot through. There was no way the small clothing could handle a man. Silas grunted as he tried to push his foot through the leg hole. There was the sound of a tear, then Silas’ massive foot ripped apart the pajama leg like shredded paper, toes out in the air. But for the most part it had worked. It was on his leg albeit ruined. It would not stay that way though as the bottoms turned black and grew longer, engulfing Silas’s leg and foot. The man had jumped about trying to realign himself. Creases formed on the pants’ legs as Silas’ foot popped back out of the resized clothing, only this time his toes were hidden within dress socks.

This had to be some insane nightmare. Mr. Perkins was sure he would wake up and find his son in bed. His older brother was probably asleep on the couch. Boys didn’t become men in a matter of seconds. The older Silas lifted his other foot, stuffing it into the changing pants. His foot emerged encased in a dress sock. Next, he took the pajama top and tried to fit over his massive head.

The poor top ripped down the middle. Then, as if on cue the top began to change. Turning white it separated into two halves as buttons and holes grew on the right and left respectively. A dress shirt was appearing as Silas forced his large arms through the new sleeves. Though once the shirt was on and he began fastening it was obvious his large chest would never allow it to be fully closed. Silas sighed, rubbing the back of his head. He decided he could let his cleavage show.  Suspenders shot out from Silas’ pants and wrapped around his strapping shoulders.

Mr. Perkins had been so busy watching the suspenders he never noticed. When black dress shoes appeared on Silas’ feet.  Ezra walked over to his boss carrying a blazer, which he hung on his boss’s broad shoulders. Mr. Perkins was lost. Why was no one freaking out about any of this?!

Silas made sure the coat draped off him properly. “That’s better,” he smiled.

“What should we do with him sir?” Clyde motioned his head towards Mr. Perkins. Then Silas looked towards Walter Perkins, still sitting tied up. “Cut him loose. He doesn’t know anything.” He stepped towards Walter.  “Sorry about all this,” He lifted up his fist and brought it down.

Walter was out like a light once again.

When Walter woke up, he felt the familiar feeling of a mattress and sheets. He smiled to himself. It has just been a dream. He opened his eyes to a brown cover that was not his. The side of his face was throbbing. Where the hell was he?  He sat up in bed looking around. He was in a living room and there was a waterfall in the middle of the house cascading down eloquently. The whole house had modern design.

“What the?” This was not his home. No way. His wallet was burning just thinking about it.

“You’re awake?!”  A voice cried out, and Walter turned around.

Standing there was the man Silas had become. Walter’s heart dropped everything at the warehouse had happened. Silas’ suspenders were down around his waist, walking around in his socks and every button was undone, leaving his bare chest out. In his hands was a small tray with a lapis teacup and teapot set with a bottle of pills. “Daddy! I’m so sorry!” The huge man set down the tray and bounded over to Walter. He hopped in the bed, landing on the man. “I’m so sorry, I had to hit you, or they’d never leave you alone.”

“Silas, is that you? Really you?” Walter brushed a hand against Silas’ stubble. Silas nuzzled Walter’s hand. all the coldness and authority he had before melted away. “What did they do to you?”

Silas smirked. “They made me the boss.” His voice started gaining strength and confidence, sounding less childlike. “Well, one of the bosses. It’s sort of an Esposito family thing,” Silas turned the ring on his finger around, playing with it. “Though guys like Ezra and Clyde are just workers. Me? I’m one of the sons of the current head of the Esposito himself.” He spread his arms out, turning around to show off his body to Walter.

“But you’re my son.” Walter muttered.

“Uh yes and no,” Silas rocked his head side to side. “You see, this ring poured generations of Esposito essence into my kid body, aging me up to be one of their heirs. Their family history and other knowledge flowed into me.  I went from Silas Perkins to Silas Esposito.” He walked back over to pick up the small tray he had been carrying earlier.

 “So, my son’s just gone? And for what, we didn’t do anything to deserve this?”

Silas sighed sitting on the side of the bed with the tray. “It was for a few reasons really. We needed information, if you knew where your brother was. Seeing your son change most likely would have made you shout the truth to stop it. You never did, so odds are you didn’t know his location. Second, it’ll send a message to your brother when he finds out. Three, every generation our family needs new blood. In my opinion, they were waiting for your brother to screw up.”

“Wait so my son—

 Walter winced as his face throbbed. He brought a hand up to feel it, more pain.

“Drink this and take these pain killers.” Silas handed over a few pills from the bottle and gave Walter the teacup. When Walter was settled Silas spoke again, “Your son isn’t gone. He’s me. I’m like a mixture of the boy you were raising and everything the Esposito family values. That’s the difference between me and Ezra and Clyde. As a family heirloom, this ring is much more powerful than the common items our family uses. I remember who I used to be and everyone else in the family and employed by only remember who I am.” Silas looked up at Walter, tapping his head. “Best of all I know how to turn it off.”

 What happened was subtle, but Walter caught it. Silas’ body language changed, becoming less aggressive as his perfect posture turned into a slouch. Silas’ eyes began to well up.

“Are you okay?”  Walter asked. That’s when Silas wrapped him in a hug, laying his large upper body on his former father.

“Daddy, I’m so sorry I hit you! But I had to.” Silas nuzzled into Walter and his stubble tickled Walter’s neck.

“Let me guess Esposito related reasons?” Walter asked and Silas nodded, not pulling away. Walter sighed, consoling his now adult son.

—

Walter Perkins was in shorts, sitting on the couch in Silas Esposito’s living room. The man had two bowls of ice cream in front of him.  He looked over to the clock, 8:58 pm. The door to the house opened and Silas strolled in. Silas was moving at a steady pace until he spotted Walter on the couch “Am I late?” His eyes flew to the clock.

“Oh shoot!” Silas took off running to his bedroom pulling off his clothes.

Walter Perkins had long understood he didn’t want to know what this version of his son did at “work.” It was probably more gruesome and gorier than he had the stomach for.

Silas came trouncing down the stairs with heavy footsteps. He was in a fancy back ivory two-piece night attire set. The open part of his collar was nothing more than his own pec window. He plopped his huge ass next to Walter grabbing a bowl of ice cream. He laid his head on Walter’s shoulder and laid his lower body across the couch. Nights like these were the best.