Family Portrait

 

  

“Okay, and that’s perfect, stay just like that,” The photographer stated.

Kraisorn A-wut, stood tall and proud in the center of the set in nothing but his underwear, the full breadth of his muscularity and size on display. He wasn’t like other men, not in the world, not even in Thailand. Some men were meant to be paragons from the moment they were born. Kraisorn may as well have been a super soldier, though there were no government programs behind his existence. He was pure nature, cooked and spat out by the world, random genetics. And yet his last name ‘A-wut’, meaning ‘weapon’. couldn’t have been more fitting. There was something about Kraisorn, he developed faster than the other boys around him.  A fast learner, always fit, always taller. Then puberty came and that was a different beast. Food disappeared around him, consumed into his gullet. His chest stuck out, adorned with pecs, his ass was grounded into a true bubble, his cock and balls hung lower full of potent seed and, his voice plummeted registers. And he just kept growing. His mind, far beyond school teachings. Then one day, someone would look around, truly look, and notice the young men around Kraisorn were growing at exponential rates too. Not as fast as Kraisorn, but they didn’t look like their peers in towns over in Matthayom, upper secondary schooling. They were all young men wearing uniforms meant for boys to the point of bursting.

The government wanted him bad. They got him at age 21 when he drew a red card at the military conscription lottery service. His sergeants and commanding officers worked him to the bone testing his limits. He didn’t seem to have any, but the purpose was never to break him; there was a more utilitarian goal in mind. The harder he worked and the more he sweated, resulted in an ‘encouragement’ for the bodies of the men around him. Their bodies picked up to his pace, attempting to reach his level. The military loved it. They had expected it. What they did not expect was being unable to duplicate his traits, no matter how many blood tests or trials he did for them. Then they lost him. His two years were up, before anyone knew it. Prosperity making time fly by. But the government would be reunited again with Kraisorn through the photoshoot.

The photoshoot was not merely an adulation of Kraisorn's form, as there were two other men at his side: Chokechai and Hiran A-wut. His sons. They had completed their military service. The photoshoot was a celebration of the A-wut name, sponsored by the government of course. The government’s desire to still milk something out of the family. Kraisorn could have any kind of pictures he wanted, but the government wanted to ask questions about the latest phenomena and sent an agent in its stead. A quid pro quo of sorts. Shockingly, Kraisorn agreed.

So, what the fuck happened?

Sometimes people who considered themselves clever were too clever for their own good. The government couldn’t figure it out and then Kraisorn came right out with it. He was with his sons and then it happened. The same thing that happened to other males around him. Except this one seemed aggressive. The boys had appeared immune up to that point, but it struck all the same. Only as they rocketed through their ages, the brother’s bodies began to influence each other with their own genes coming into play. Kraisorn, at peak perfection as he had been for years, was unaffected. His sons tore through their clothes, leaving scraps on the ground as they amassed muscle. Their forms went from jocks to hunks as their bodies grew in line with their dad’s. Kraisorn was such a force of nature not even his sons could stop him. 

For the photoshoot all three were together. Chokechai, the former older brother in white underwear like his dad’s. Hiran, the former younger brother in black shorts. They all appeared around the same age now. The bodies, the muscles, the faces. The government knew there had to be a secret but just couldn't find it.’

Hiran reached over and rubbed his dad’s head, perhaps already bored of the shoot as Kraisorn let it happen, and Chokechai smiled watching. There was a glimpse of what the family was like before becoming the ‘3 Weapons’. 

 

The photographer caught it. An intimate moment of something real beyond what the government wanted. There were muscles, power, and love frozen in a single time. Kraisorn would appreciate it. There was never a guide on what to do if your son’s became as big as a dad too soon, especially if it was the dad’s fault. The father’s nonchalant attitude was in appreciation of having his son bother him in this way.

His sons had completed their service, soldiers in their own right, but still retained some boyhood innocence at the most random of times. Chokechai and Hiran’s presence in the military was insane, double that of their father. The men around, who had long completed puberty, with through an honorary secondary found. It started in the showers, men noticing their cocks were plumper, balls sat heftier. No one said anything, even as the men had to get new uniforms to accommodate for their height, and the constant filling of their shirts and pants. What the military officers couldn’t deny was walking into the barracks and not only seeing but smelling all the men’s nocturnal emissions. The cadets were exhausted badly from training and had no energy to relieve themselves from Chokechai and Hiran’s output. Their cocks wouldn’t be ignored however and would have them moaning in their sleep as they shot white goo over themselves and sometimes on each other. In the morning the men would wake up crusted, balls raring to empty again. Rinse and repeat.

The government couldn’t pull anything, even from the two brothers after two years. A-wut blood was dissected in and out, stripped to its bare components. No special gene stuck out. The government had to begrudgingly conclude at that moment in time, inclusive evidence. There was still a use for the family though: Become shining beacons of Tai men. The government could flood their images across the country, not explaining the A-wut men were special. Just give the country something to aspire to. That’s where the photoshoot came about. Kraisorn only agreed if he could lead it, so he could have a personal memento for him and his boys.

The agent assigned to ask the final questions of the family was upset. Nothing jumped out no matter how honestly the A-wut men answered. The poor agent was just taking part in a family’s intimate time. As for that word ‘intimate’, the agent did notice how the A-wut men’ s eyes roamed the others’ bodies. How when they were asked to place a hand upon the other, they grazed over skin carefully, tenderly. Kraisorn’s pouch sat heavier as time went on, as did Chokechai’s. Eventually even Hiran stripped down and his excitement was blatant. In their purely indulgent photoshoot, Kraisorn tossed his underwear off to the side, his cock freed and dripping. No worries, as he hid it behind a hat, sat down, while his sons got into position around him. Chokechai placed his arm on his dad ‘s chest, while Hiran sat on the floor, posing as his dad lovingly held his hand.

The family’s dynamic wasn’t what it used to be before. The agent looked over his notes about the family’s interaction, staring back up at the A-Wuts, and ripped those notes. Perhaps there were things even the government didn’t have a right to replicate.