Chuck got back to his computer, barely noticing the mess he had made knocking over the stacks of magazines as he had jumped up to catch Jacob in his newly enhanced body.
He watched the pixelated bodies of Mark and Michael begin to stir.
Michael woke up, feeling the warm sun on his skin and smelling the coconut scent of his tanning lotion. He must have dozed off. It was nice having time to get a tan. Having received a large insurance payout from things he'd rather not think about, he now had time to focus on what mattered, looking good and feeling even better. He shifted his body lazily on the poolside lounge chair moving, without tension or stress without care at all, except for getting his tan.
His efforts had shown results. Looking down at his hairless body, Michael was happy with what he saw, the deep caramel he had worked to achieve in the last few years was fully on display, even his modest cock and balls being exposed to the open air didn't bother him. He's had to sunbathe nude if he was going to avoid those dreaded tan lines.
Chuck had actually dialed down Michael's dick from a strong seven inches to a modest four, regrowing the lacking foreskin and recreating man into the tanned version of Michelangelo's David that he had always imagined him as. Gone was the tension of grief and worry for his sons. Gone was the prudish nature that had held him back from truly being Chuck's fantasy daddy to his three boys. Now, there was a content himbo lapping up the sun and enjoying his stress free days. Chuck had removed from him the lines of worry and sorrow that had marred his face and all that remained were the vapid and vacuous expressions of a man who wanted to be desired. Gone were his desires to tell his sons how to act. Now he just wanted them to be happy and to feel as good as he did. It had been Michael's own fault. He had called Chuck a pervert before even truly understanding Chuck's appreciation of him and his family. He hadn't understood. Now, Chuck was sure he would.
Chuck watched as Michael shifted in the lounger, flipping his body so that his backside was now presented to the sun. Chuck was disappointed. He had bought good cameras but he hadn't expected the power of the Chronivac and the quality of the video to be this good. Now, he imagined the glimpse of Michael's hole between those pert and ample cheeks.
Of course, they hadn't always been so pert, Michael's ass had left much to be desired but Chuck wasn't afraid to Edit and correct until he had the perfect bottom, round and glistening in the light of the sun, proudly displayed without wrinkle or droop.
As Michael shifted his body to properly sun the other side, Chuck switched his livestream to the other camera that he had set to surveil the pool.
Mark was standing there, idly but diligently skimming the surface of the pool to remove the debris and leaves of neighboring trees. He stopped for a moment, losing focus on the task at hand and locking in on the dump truck ass his father had displayed by flipping over.
Chuck hadn't changed all that much about Mark. He loved the pool and he had loved showing off the taught body that his constant swimming had gifted him with. It had only been his father's increasing paranoia about Chuck's lingering glances and recording ability that had stymied his desire to show off the goods. Chuck had guessed from the way Mark had acted when his friends came to swim that he had liked being seen and the Chronivac had confirmed it. Every pair of long, baggy trunks, every towel tied around his waist, or, god-forbid, shirt worn to swim in had been done so at the demand of Michael.
Chuck had merely edited a few things, taking Mark's close-cropped brunette haircut and turning it into the shoulder length blonde that be now sported, making Mark hairless like his father from the eyebrows down and bumping up his cock size so it would truly fill the speedos he "wanted" to wear.
Looking at Mark now, Chuck could see that the improvements that he had made were the right thing to do. Mark filled out the lime green speedo he wore so well, and the bulge he presented made him look incredibly hot.
Chuck got a quick new idea and quickly shifted his focus to his computer. With a couple of clicks, it was done, and Mark now sported a barbell in each nipple and a reverse Prince Albert that was now vivible through the tight speedo he sported.
Chuck watched as the changes implemented without even a shift in Mark's posture.
Mark had gone back to skimming the pool, intermittently glancing up to where his father's ass was on display.
Mark had thought himself lucky to have such a pretty day to do his chores if cleaning the pool. It had turned out even better when his father had already been outside doing his ritual suntanning. It was nice to have work and a show. Of course, his dad had been oblivious to the distraction his bubblebutt might amount to but that was par for the course. His dad didn't worry. His dad didn't stress. His daddy was an example of positive thinking and good vibes. Mark liked that. He loved his dad and his brothers but now, noticing his dad's hot hole on display, he was being forced to do his cleaning of the pool with A speedo tighter than he'd like, the stretchy material forcing the pierced head of his cock up against his hip.
Chuck watched as Mark dutifully skimmed the last of the offending leaves and then placed the skimmer back on its stand. Mark seemed to waver with indecision but then make up his mind. He approached his dad in the lounger and stood stock still for a moment, casting his shadow on the languid form of his father.
"If Dad hadn't wanted it, he shouldn't have put it on display," Mark thought to himself then pulling the Speedo to the side, he displayed boner, while not as big as his elder brother, and they had compared, he was big enough to please any hole he'd come upon. He lined up his now barbed cock and pushed in.
Chuck hadn't made Mark averse to tanlines and he gasped as Mark shifted the Speedo to reveal the creamy white skin underneath. Chuck shifted his camera view back to the other one that had been fixed on Michael just as Mark had decided to drill
in without question, pretense, or preamble.
Michael felt the weight on his body before he realized his son was on top of him. When he felt the young man enter him, rather than reject the intrusion, he backed hungrily into it. Michael remembered countless times where one of his adult sons had stumbled upon his naked form and pushed on in and he didn't reject it. Instead, he yearned for it, feeling his ass grasp on g at the meat that was presented to it.
He wasn't however going to take a half-assed dicking down. Instead he gave stern instructions. "Yeah, boy, dick down my hole, fill me up." Give it to me harder." And his famous line, "I thought you were a Wilson man, not a Wilson boy."
Chuck couldn't hear the amazing commentary and demands of Michael clearly on his limited video screen but he could see the fervor with which Mark began to thrust, obviously spurred on by the commands of his father whom Chuck had turned into a power bottom, eagerly seeking to turn his sons into the type of tops the world needed.
Mark rocked his dad's world, hitting him deeply from behind for a while and then forcefully flipping him over so that he could look him eye to eye while he dicked him down.
Michael kept voicing stern demands until Mark picked up his pace, driving in and out of him with a reckless abandon.
Chuck watched as Michael's sex-driven stern face dissolved into a chorus of O-shaped moans and whimpers. It was then that he finally came himself, shooting to the images of Michael finally loosening up and enjoying time with his sons.