The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros

Dagwood Ackley was his name. It wasn't the fanciest of names, or the kind of names that would get a woman wet at the mention of it, but it was his name all the same.

Dagwood was not the hero of any story—at least not in the real world. In reality, he was just another aimless eighteen year old, locked away in his room with his obsession of anime, hentai and games.

Soda cans, greasy snack bags, and a frightening mountain of dirty laundry filled his bedroom. One could smell the long hours spent in front of a flickering screen if they stepped inside the room, along with the stale air and scent of greasy armpits.

Dagwood barely left this refuge, preferring to escape into worlds where he was powerful, where he was a winner. Or worlds where he had all the women to himself, where he was unbelievably handsome and charismatic, lewd and seductive, taking any woman he selfishly wanted.

Which was what he was doing that early morning.

His room was illuminated by only the dim light of his monitor, and his hungry eyes were glued on it. One hand on his mouse, the other clutching his throbbing cock like his life depended on it.

The woman on the screen was on all fours, while his avatar — the Warrior of Lust — was pumping hard fast strokes into her sheath. A loading bar was displayed below the action as Dagwood continued to click whilst he pumped. Faster... harder... faster... Click! Click!

The woman's giant breasts bounced up and down in the madness of the intense deep strokes, and as Dagwood controlled his avatar to keep pumping into her, the loading bar was nearing it full. Then...

Splash! The woman wailed at the top of her voice as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, bursts of semen exploded into her, and the victory music played. The word "CONGRATULATIONS!" flashed across the screen.

[You have successfully impregnated the Goddess of the Ocean!]

Dagwood was breathing heavily as he gazed at the screen, relief surging through him. 'Well, she was a tough one wasn't she? One thing for sure, with a pussy like that, she really is the Goddess of the Ocean.'

Suddenly, a loud banging on his door shattered his reverie and pulled him back to reality. It was his father, yelling at him with a harsh and impatient voice.

"Dagwood! Get out here! Now!"

Eyes widened, Dagwood looked at his soaked penis still in the tight grasp of his palm. "Shit!" he cursed, and jumped to his feet. He'd been in this situation before, and even though he couldn't help but get terrified everytime it happened, he knew exactly what to do.

He took a cut from the tissue on his table and cleaned his hands, then he carefully placed his dick in a vertical position and used the waist of his trousers to hold it tight. He put on his shirt to cover the poking tip and his bulge, then he approached the door.

Wait! Dagwood instantly froze as his hand nearer the doorknob. The monitor! He forgot to turn off the monitor!

"Dagwood!!!" his father pounded the door harder.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!!!

With a sweat of fear falling from from his forehead, Dagwood quickly scurried to the computer, and turned it off, then scurried back to the door, put a smile on his face before unlocking it and opening it carefully.

Standing tall in front of him, was his Harrison Ackley, millionaire owner of the gaming company, Avalanche, that owned and sold hundreds of games, including the one Dagwood had just been jerking off to.

Harrison's eyes narrowed at the sight of his son, then they moved to his monitor which had a dark screen.

"What were you doing that took you so long?" he demanded.

"Uhm..." Dagwood scratched the back of his head. "I was just trying to clean up my room."

Harrison looked around his son's untidy bedroom, clearly not believing any of that. "This room?"

"I was just starting..." Dagwood whined.

Harrison sighed and shook his head. "You continue to disappoint me, son. Time and time again. Is this truly the type of life you want for yourself?"

'I'm only eighteen, I have my whole life ahead of me,' Dagwood thought inwardly, his cheeks reddening.

As though he could hear his son's thoughts, Harrison said; "If you think you can just spend your youth gallivanting and eating and playing then one day you'll suddenly turn around and become better, you are foolish! Whatever life it is that you want you have to start building it today!"

Dagwood felt the familiar sting of his father's words, the underlying accusation that he was nothing more than a failure. But before he could muster any kind of response, his father continued.

"Enough, Dagwood. I have tolerated this rubbish of yours long enough! It's time you learned how the real world works. You're not going to spend your life hiding in that room, wasting away."

"Huh?" Dagwood frowned fearfully. "What are you going to do?"

"You're coming with me to the company's headquarters. It's time you saw what you're going to inherit!" Richard said, no room for argument in his tone. "Maybe then you would understand the kind of responsibility that is on your shoulders."

Dagwood gazed at his father with confused emotions about this command. First, he was excited; being a gaming nerd, he'd always wanted to visit the world where some of the games he loved were played. But, on the other hand, this meant he had to go outside and communicate with people.

He sighed with resignation.

"Be outside in ten minutes and not a second longer!" Harrison demanded, then he turned away, signaling the end of the discussion.

Well, just like his online friends always told him; it was time for Dagwood to touch some grass.