Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2012 05:39:06 +0100
From: Rob Armstrong <robarmstrong26@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Spike's Piercing Parlour, Part 3:
SPIKE'S PIERCING PARLOUR, PART THREE: TURNING HIS SON
THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF INCEST BETWEEN A FATHER AND HIS 18 YR
OLD SON, WATERSPORTS AND DOMINATION. THESE CHARACTERS EXIST IN AN AIDS
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With Clay secure and straining uselessly against his bonds, Spike
disappeared through the heavy curtain at the back for a couple of minutes
to leave Thor and his son alone for some family bonding time.
`Mmmmm....' murmured Dad in appreciation, as he ran his hands
lustfully over Clay's naked body, running his fingers through his body
hair, groping his dick and balls, fondling his bulging muscles,
'MMMMMMmmm...'
`Yeahhhh....' he went on, relishing the sensations... the feel of the
solid flesh he had created, as he squeezed and kneaded it beneath his
palms, rejoicing that he could at last grope his son openly.
`Soon as I got back from the Gulf I could see what a hot little
number you'd turned into... Yeah, been waiting a loooong time to get my
hands on you like this...'
Thor rose and took a step back, smiling, as Clay struggled and glared
at him over the ball-gag.
`Don' worry about the gag, Son. It's jus' there to save ya the
hassle of havin' to make out like you ain't enjoyin' what we're doin' to
ya.'
Clay noticed how Dad had lapsed into the other guy's tougher, more
streetwise way of speaking, now that things were turning sexual.
Thor shrugged the black Tee from his shoulders – and then began to
unbutton his leather jeans. He turned away from Clay as he peeled the
jeans... slowly... teasingly... down over his naked ass, putting on a real
show for his son. He bent right over at the waist, giving Clay a good
eyeful of his crack while he spent the next couple of minutes dealing with
lace-up boots.
When Thor turned back he was naked, save for his boots, nipple rings,
and a spiked mesh codpiece that barely contained his straining cock and
balls...
... and Clay's dick was at full mast, the head rubbing against his
washboard abs as, even now, he still writhed and strained against his
bonds.
Thor now began licking his way up his son, spitting into the boy's
fur, then lapping at him in long, savoring strokes, wetting him down. He
teased around the boy's crotch area, only breathing soft... hot, hot
breaths... over his hard dick and balls. He avoided the sore nipples too,
merely circling them...
... and then that tongue ran up Clay's corded neck...
By the time he reached his ear lobes and started nibbling, Clay had
given up struggling.
When his father plunged his tongue into his ear, the boy moaned in
spite of himself.
`Did ya like it, boy?' Thor whispered between licks, `Did ya enjoy
the show I been puttin' on fuh ya the last few months...?'
Clay looked sideways at his dad. Dad gripped his son's dick and
balls from underneath and squeezed his hand round as a cock ring. He spat
in Clay's chiselled face and licked it off, running his tongue over those
high Nordic cheek bones, enjoying the light scrape of the boy's stubble.
`Yeah, look at ya,' Dad taunted, `All spread out in that barber's
chair, all naked fuh ya Dad... Dad's hot, beefy young slut....'
He spat in his face again.
`Yeah,' he went on, licking, `bet ya coulda just plunged that hot
prong of yours up Dad's ass in the john that day... felt good at my hole,
Son... woulda loved to have pushed back on ya some more, but it wasn't
time...'
He laved his saliva all over his son's rugged features... `An' shit,
when ya spooged all over the toilet watching me piss! It was all I could
do not to bone up right there in front of ya!' He went on spitting in
Clay's face and licking him... licking him... `Thanks for leavin' ya load
there for me, Son,' ...lick... lick... `I appreciated it,'
...lick... lick... `Got down on my hands an' knees like a whore an' licked
that dirty toilet rim clean of all ya hot, creamy sperm...'
Lick...
`Yeah, ran my tongue all over that crapper...'
Lick...
`... same tongue I'm lickin' ya with now, boy...'
Clay's dick throbbed in his father's hand and began leaking...
Thor whispered hotly, tonguing his son's ear. `An' ya piss was still
steamy hot when I plunged my face into it... soakin' my `tache... drinkin'
it up outta the basin...'
Clay looked at his father with wide eyes and moooaned behind the
ball-gag... he started to squirm and gyrate his hips, trying to work his
cock and balls in his father's grip...
`Tasted salty... and strong... tasted like you, boy...'
Clay's eyebrows drew upward together beseechingly and he started to
pant. Before he could cum, however, his father gave the base of his junk
one final squeeze... and then released it.
Clay hooowled into his ball-gag, blue-balled and thwarted.
`Mmmmmmpf!'
Spike returned just in time to hear it. `Good... sounds like the two
of ya are gettin' reacquainted...'
Thor stood to greet his army buddy and they embraced in a hot, sloppy
french kiss. Seething with frustration, Clay's eyes were nonetheless glued
to the unaccustomed sight of his father tonguing another man.
He could see now that Spike had left earlier in order to change. The
stud was now shirtless, in a leather harness, his own nipple rings gleaming
under the harsh studio light. Black leather chaps left his beefy bull butt
hanging out. Shiny black latex gloves covered his hands, which he cupped
round Thor's bare butt and squeezed possessively.
Spike and Dad broke the kiss. When Spike looked down at Clay, the
boy was in for an even bigger shock. The guy had slipped a bull ring
through his nose piercing – and a pair of red dragon's-eye contacts into
his eyes. The overall effect was fearsome. This was the real Spike
standing displayed before him now, mean as fuck and totally hardcore.
Dad got a hand between his son's sweaty shoulder blades, and pushed
his upper body forward. Meanwhile, Spike slid down an extra leather pad
between the boy and the backrest, which pushed Clay's chest way out.
Then he pressed another button. Gears whirred as the chair back
reclined automatically.
Clay now lay back at a 45 degree angle, ball-gagged, arms handcuffed
behind him, his chest in its maximum outthrust position, angry red nipples
pointing to the ceiling... utterly defenceless.
The two men looked down, side by side, drinking in the sight of
him. Thor groped himself and rubbed his other hand up and down Spike's
swelling basket. Spike in turn began fingering Thor's hole.
`So, whaddya ya think?' Thor asked the big bull.
`Oh no contest,' Spike replied, `hotter than those two young vice
cops we hadda throw in the sling that time...'
Spike leered at Clay. He ran his tongue out over his lips and with
horror Clay saw that it was forked! The guy was into body modification and
he'd had his tongue split, at least two inches back.
Spike relished his reaction and waggled his tongue at him like a
snake. It was a very, very long tongue... `Like it, boy? `Cos its goin' up
ya ass later on...'
Clay shivered.
Spike and Dad resumed their frenching, only this time they held their
tongues out and licked each other in the open so Clay could watch as
Spike's twin points played over his father's tongue and wrap themselves
round it... Thor fingered his own tits and shot sideways glances, making
sure his son was taking it all in.
Clay's dick started dripping again, its hardness unabated...
Thor broke off and grinned at his buddy. `How about ya get ya
fingers outta my shit-chute and up my son's virgin cunt instead?' He turned
to Clay. 'Hey, son! You wanna see where Spike gets his name?'
Spike proudly undid the zipper of his leathers and unleashed his
monster. Clay's eyes went wide and fearful as he took in the proportions
of the beast. It was a massive thing, a wide, wedge of a helmet, cut, and
ringed through the piss slit with a chunky Prince Albert. It was a spike,
all right. A railroad spike. It was less a dick and more a fucking club to
batter assholes with.
Clay whimpered in terror and Thor nuzzled his son's ear. 'Don' sweat
it, son, Daddy's gonna be breakin' in ya ass tonight. Just as it oughtta
be.'
Dad removed the bonds from round Clay's stomach. Spike adjusted the
hinged stirrups, bending his legs back toward his chest some, lifting his
ass and exposing it to them.
With Clay's lower body locked into its new position, the two studs
went to town spanking his butt, starting light but then working him up to a
real whaling, turning those pretty buns red and raw.
Eventually Clay was wailing into his gag, tears were running down his
face, but his hole was twitching... the lips plumping outward in
response...
They slapped each cheek, double-handed...
... wails turned to cries...
Spike spread his to cheeks wide...
... turned to moans...
Dad slapped directly at his exposed hole...
... turned to deep, urgent grunting...
While Spike took over, spanking that hole, Thor climbed up on the
chair, on top of his son, turned round and squatted his naked ass over his
face. He reached behind, released the gag from Clay's mouth and cast it
aside.
Oh, the sweet relief!
'FUUUCK! Dad, I... Mmmmwwwwwnf!'
Thor slammed his ass down on his son's face. Oh, shiiit... Clay
flound it hard to speak with Dad's coarse, hairy trench rubbing itself up
and down over his mouth and nose, so he concentrated on breathing instead.
Thor leaned forward as he worked his hips, wiping his ass on his
son's face, and then he and Spike were laving Clay's hot buns with saliva
to cool them down, sucking and fingering that hole open.
'Awww... FUUUUUCK!' Thor crowed, 'FUCK, but you got a hot hole,
boy... I gotta EAT it!'
With strong hands under his mid-section, Thor lifted his son's hole
up to his mouth. He clamped his mouth down on it and sucked and
sucked... and sucked... nudging and bullying with his tongue tip the hard
rosebud that quivered against it.
It finally caved and Thor punched his tongue through his son's ring.
'Unghhhhh....!' whimpered Clay... then... 'Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!
Ungh!'
Dad pushed... probed... deeper... deeper up his chute... until he was
fully frenching it. Clay's ass began to buck like a bronco, trying to cram
more of his father's tongue up his bunghole.
Writhe...
Grind...
Thor too groaned as he felt his son's tongue begin lapping at his
hole... experimental at first, then bolder... hungrier... Thor pushed out
his sphinctre to allow the questing tongue entry and next thing his boy was
eating him out with gusto.
Doubled over like this, father and son feasted on each other's steamy
holes in a hot 69 rim-pig session.
Oh, shiiiiit...
Both of them -
'Ungh! Ungh!'
Spike groped and massaged the boy's lucious butt cheeks, meanwhile.
He attacked it with cruel teeth, biting and nibbling it, setting Clay to
wriggling even more, threatening to throw his father from on top of him.
Thor and Spike tag-teamed the boy's ass with practised synergy, each
knowing the other's moves from long experience and able to anticipate his
buddy by pure instinct.
At one point, with a clever combination of fingering and stretching,
they managed to thrust both tongues up Clay at the same time. His eyes
practically crossing, Clay repeatedly thumped his head against the
headrest, banging out a rhythm with the back of his skull as they double
rimmed him... doing his best to vaccuum in their penetrating tongues.
Thor jumped back down to the floor. Now the fingering began in
earnest. Clay grunted and groaned as they worked him over with thick
fingers.
'Talented ass, kid,' Spike growled, 'Maybe one day you'll be able to
take a double fisting like ya daddy...'
No asshole could stand up for long to the kind of punishment they
were handing out, and before much longer Clay was taking their fingers -
two, three, four at a time.
Spike grinned, and elbowed his friend. `Okay, pervert, time to chew
us some boy tits!'
`Hell yeah,' Thor approved, `We gotta work those burnin' tits of
his...'
Clay looked down at his poor nipples, aghast. Couldn't they just
keep at his hole? It felt real empty...
And then Spike bared his teeth at Clay in a playful snarl and the
young jock thought he was going to pass out...
His teeth had been filed to wicked points. They were like fucking
needles...
Spike started running that freaky forked tongue of his all over
Clay's nipples. Clay rebelled at the sensation. It was fucking weird,
man! But at least he wasn't using those awful teeth. Jeez, this stud had
done everything he could to make himself look like the frickin devil!
Dad started up on his other teat. `You know what 'straight' actually
means?' he said between licks, `It means 'limited', son. Oh don' worry,
you'll still want to fuck chicks after we got ya bitched - me an' Spike
still like some cooze ourselves, from time to time.'
Dad blew all over his nips, cooling them some. `An' you can forget
labels like 'gay',' he continued, `We're jus' guys worshipin' guys, son.
Outsiders call it 'gay sex'... we call it... mansex...'
Now the two of them took his nipples in their fingers and began to
gently... flick... flick... at them...
Clay groaned. Man, his tits were sore, but this felt kinda good...
`Oh, son, me an' Spike are gonna initiate you into a whole other
world tonight! It's an exclusive club an' you're gonna be part of it.
We're gonna show you such sights, such pleasures you ain't never dreamed
of. I done it fuh a hundred other men's sons... why wouldn' I do it fuh my
own?'
And with that Dad took his nipple in his mouth and began to suck at
it. Spike did the same over his side. In no time Clay turned on to the
soreness which became an intense pleasure. And, fuck, but that forked
tongue felt so fuckin' sexy now, hot and somehow dirty, like he was gettin'
his tit sucked by a snake... He struggled in his bonds again, but this time
only to thrust his nipples further into the older men's mouths.
Thor lifted off his son a moment. He looked him in the eye and began
squeezing and tormenting the nipple. Clay panted, holding his father's
gaze, and moaned his appreciation.
'Daddy's little muscle bitch...' Thor goaded his son.
Clay started huffing and grunting.
Daddy pulled at the tit and worked it around in wider and wider
circles, just like he had done the other day at home.
Spike sank those needles into Clay's tender flesh now and began
chewing in earnest, worrying at it, growling like a dog.
Clay growled along with him, thrashing in ecstasy, his eyes closed in
exquisite pain, wishing they would hurt his tits more and more...
A new sensation now. Something solid. Cold. Wet. Sliding up the
crease between leg and groin, gliding over his balls.
Clay glance down to see his father had a lubed up, black rubber dildo
in his other hand. Daddy nuzzled the slick head of the thing just under
his tightened balls... and pushed it hard into his undercarriage.
'Nghhhhh!' Clay pushed back against the delicious pressure.
Dad jabbed it into that same spot, harder.
'Ngh!'
Harder.
'Ngh! Ngh!'
Dad kept jabbing that thing into him getting closer and closer to his
hole. Spike was torturing his tit sooo goood...
`Is this what you want, son?'
`Ah –ah – ah – ah...' gasped Clay weakly, unable to utter
anything else...
`Do you want to be like Daddy? For everyone to see you are Daddy's
bitch boy?'
Clay bobbed his head up and down, half mad with pleasure.
`That you are ya own Daddy's little muscle slut?'
'Uh - uh - uh - uh....' Clay babbled...
Spike released Clay's tit and raced to the sterilizer. Thor kept
torturing the other nipple, pulling and tearing at it, keeping his son in
heat... jab, jab, jabbing that dildo closer to his hole.
Spike re-appeared up by Clay's head. He nodded to his partner to let
go...
...Thor relinquished the nipple and began rubbing the dildo
full-length up and down Clay's drooling dick... up between his balls, the
underside of his shaft, pressing its firmness into into his piss
tube... then down towards his cunt again...
...Spike swabbed his tits with antiseptic and the cold on his nubs
made the boy gasp anew. The bull stud stood ready at Clay's chest, a
piercing needle in each hand...
...Dad flexed a muscular arm and thrust, impaling his son with the
dildo in one go, sending it plunging deep up his hot, moist chute...
Clay's jaw fell open in shock...
...With expert timing, Spike skewered Clay's virgin nipples
simultaneously, sending a hot bolt of fire through his tits...
'Yaaaaaaaahhh....!'
...Clay yelled out and thrust his hips, arching his back like a man
electrocuted, as he erupted a geyser of scalding cum up into the air that
rained down and splattered the three of them...
END OF PART THREE