Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2017 23:12:21 +0000 From: Rob Armstrong <robarmstrong26@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: SPIKE'S BOARDING HOUSE 1 SPIKES BOARDING HOUSE: CHAPTER 1 CHECK IN, WHY DONCHA? THESE STORIES CONTAINS THEMES OF INCEST BETWEEN FATHERS, SONS AND/ OR GRANDSONS, WATERSPORTS AND DOMINATION. THESE CHARACTERS EXIST IN AN AIDS FREE, CONSEQUENCE FREE, FANTASY PARALLEL UNIVERSE AND ARE NOT TO BE EMULATED. THE AUTHOR IN NO WAY CONDONES UNDERAGE OR NON-CONSENSUAL SEX - THE ACTS HERE REPRESENT MERE FANTASY AND, IF ACTED UPON IN THE REAL WORLD, WOULD DESTROY LIVES AND NOTHING LESS. PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY WITH YOUR DONATIONS AND KEEP THIS INCREDIBLE RESOURCE GOING. NB: See 'Spike's Piercing Parlour' series, November 24th 2012 and 'Spikle's Diaries' series, August 28th 2016 The author would like to thank the producers of FX's series, 'AHS: Hotel' as well as the creator of the gay sex tumblr 'The Lodging House' for inspiring this new series. SPECIAL AUTHOR NOTE: In order to make sense of references to SmartReed technology, the reader is advised to first check out at least the final chapter of Spike's Diaries, 'The Kidnap Factory'. Spike's Boarding House: Chapter One - Check in, Why doncha? The boy ran naked through the darkened hallways of the ranch house, panting in terror, his face streaked with tears. In spite of his brawn, he was unable to break a window for escape or force any of the doors to find sanctuary. Voices chased him as he ran... 'Wooohooo! Hey, Quarterback, come back and give us another taste of that fine straight hole...' ....followed by mocking laughter... Ethan ducked into an alcove for a second, desperately buying himself time to think. As he cowered there, he risked a quick check of his burning jock-hole. His recently, as in fifty minutes ago, virgin jock-hole. No blood on his fingers, thank Christ - that mess was the seed of about seven different guys who had been gang-raping him... But it still stung like a bitch. All he had done - his only crime - had been to sneak down to the kitchen to grab a glass of milk to help him sleep. Difficult enough in this bordello of fags, with all the sounds of queer sex going on all night... He had no idea what happened to the undershirt and boxer briefs he had been wearing when he left the room he shared with his dad and brother. Ripped from his body and now laying somewhere in a corner... Shit, the rape gang was getting closer... The kid's head spun with panic as he felt his sweat freeze on his skin... A long, drawn-out scream somewhere above broke his inertia. 'Shit... Robbie!' Ethan broke cover. He pelted off along the hallway and up the stairs, his long dick flapping as he ran, his only thought now for his kid brother. Fuck! What were those bastards doing to him? The screams went on and on, becoming more rythmic, as if Robbie was being pushed in the back... and pushed and pushed... and pushed and pushed... and pushed and pushed... and pushed and pushed... The door to their room was ajar. A side lamp had been knocked to the floor and it sprayed yellow light up one wall, creating dramatic shadows in the otherwise darkened room. He rushed inside, to be confronted by the sight of his fifteen-year-old brother being held face down across the bed by four massively-muscled older men - while a fifth grunted in excitement as he mercilessly pounded the kid's cunt... Ethan froze again. No. No, not Robbie. They couldn't be doing this to Robbie, he was just a... Robbie continued to wail, his face red and his eyes screwed up, gushing tears of pain. Ethan's every fibre urged him to pull these monsters off of him. But there were five of them, and they were huge fuckers... and he was only a high school jock... Dad. Where the fuck was Dad? He had to try. Ethan found a warcry from deep down inside of himself and he charged the guy who was pinning Robbie's right arm, using all his jock-mass in an attempt to pull the bastard's arm away. The guy merely switched arm and Robbie was no better off. Instead, Ethan was grabbed round his naked waist and easily drawn into the guy's big, bearded face - where the dude took Ethan completely by surprise by shoving his tongue into his mouth and force-frenching him. Ethan spluttered and tried to pull his head back, but the guy's long wet tongue filled his oral cavity. All Ethan could do was push against it with his own, while he struggled and pounded his fists uselessly against the bruiser's bowling ball shoulder. Robbie's cries grew hoarser as his newly-broken voice gave out... ...he huffed and gasped now as his rapist speeded up and filled his hole with scalding ball-juice... The fucker's rod was still spraying as he ripped it out of Robbie's hole and the remainder splattered over the kid's back, into his hair and across Ethan's abs. ...The boy issued croaky groans as one of the others took the first guy's place and he was breached anew. Ethan's smooth face prickled and itched, smothered in coarse, wiry beard, as the guy fed him saliva that tanged strongly of beer, cigars and piss... Robbie whimpered like a puppy, on and on as the second guy reamed him out... Ethan drew in whooping lungfulls of air as the guy released his mouth and went licking down the kid's torso, flicking his tongue at Ethan's nipples and laving spit over his slabbed chest... drooling his way down the washboard stomach. Then he shocked him yet again by engulfing Ethan's rod in his bearded mouth, sucking him in violently and vacuuming his dick... Ethan cried out and threw his head back in ecstasy... ...fuck, when had he thrown a boner..? GOD this guy sucked GOOOOOD.... ...the bear ran his tongue piercing over the kid's throbbing head and into his piss slit... grazing it... Ethan had no breath... NOBODY had ever done that to him before... Then yet another surprise, as the bear released his rod and it slapped back up into his stomach, smearing Ethan with his own juices... ...and instead the bear roughly grabbed Robbie by his hair and began frenching him, feeding him his big brother's tasty precum... Poor Robbie hardly knew what day it was. He merely frenched the big guy back, his eyes turned up in his head, moaning and groaning into his mouth as the second guy finished up his young ass... When the bear finished macking on the boy, Robbie drew in a deep, savage breath as guy number three stepped up and tore him a new one... His eyebrows were drawn up towards the centre and his lips were puckered in an 'oh' of surprise... ...and his tongue quested out to find the bear's again... But instead the bear shoved his brother's big dick in there, and Robbie sucked at his first cock as if he'd been born to it... moaning and groaning like a whore now, as he gyrated his hips backwards to impale himself harder on his latest rapist's tool... ...pounding his quivering boy-chute... ...his eyes drawn to his older brother's as he fellated him greedily... Ethan was hypnotised...locked down in that connection... ...his kid brother was sucking him in, deeper and deeper... FUCK but he looked hot with his young cherry lips wrapped round his leaking tool... HANDSOME little FUCKER... STURDY LITTLE JOCK! ...not so innocent now... ...HOT little STUD..! ...as his own brother and some huge biker guy spitroasted him... ...and li'l Robbie was fuckin LOVING IT!!! Ethan's tool popped out of his brother's mouth and sprayed his face with his dirrrty.... sliiimy load... as he groaned in the throes of his orgasm and ground his spurting rod against Robbie's eager face... The bear's fingers teasing at Ethan's ravaged hole broke the spell ands he snapped to. He slapped the guy's hand away, in a panic now... NOBODY was doing that to him again... Guilt and terror drove him now, and he struggled like a man possessed and fought his way out of the bear's embrace. The bear merely ignored him and shoved his own huge member into the kid's hungry mouth instead. Dad. Where the fuck WAS DAD? He was supposed to BE HERE. He was supposed to PROTECT his two teenage sons from all the perverts out in the world. Ethan wiped away fresh tears of betrayal as he backed away from the horror scene playing out on that bed... And only now, for the first time, did he notice that the door to their bathroom was standing ajar - that rank, filthy bathroom which Ethan had complained to his dad about when they had first checked in that morning - one of the many reasons he'd insisted that they relocate to another hotel, but his dad had ignored him. This was the only place for miles around, in the Wyoming countryside, and they'd been low on gas, his dad had said. Yeah. Dad always knew best. Well, if the sounds coming from that bathroom were any indication, his dad was paying for his arrogance right now. Ethan pushed open the door and stepped inside. And his mind shut down. If he'd thought what was happening to Robbie was a freak show... His father had been stripped naked and handcuffed to the old cistern above the grungy looking toilet. His feet were shackled somehow to the cracked porcelain, so that instead of sitting directly on the john, he was forced to squat over the hole, his big feet gripping the rim. Dad's hairy pits were on show, his arms stretched up cruelly above him. He was drenched in sweat and rivulets cascaded down his hot torso. His fur-covered chest heaved up and down - there was a large mirror directly opposite and he could see everything that was happening to him, just as clearly as his son could. His eyes were fixed in horror and he gave vent to a continuous, mechanical stream of cries. 'Aaaargh.... Aaaargh... Aaaargh.... Aaargh...' His hole was just as hairy as the rest of him, exposed as it hung over the gap... ...and vulnerable to the thick, hard column of shit that impossibly rose up from the depths of the toilet and plunged in and out of his freshly violated hole... What..? A. Thick. Hard. Rope. Of. Shit. With. A. Mind. Of. It's. Own... ...Ethan's dick slapped up HARD against his teen six-pack, ready to go again... As Ethan's mind dimmed, he wondered idly - where was it coming from? It was like every guy's fear of snakes or alligators or some shit, living in the sewers and raping your ass when you sat on the john... ...never once suspecting that there was such a thing as SmartReed technology... And his very last thought, before he let go, was to notice that in spite of his horror, his father was hard as a rock too, and had shot several loads of semen which now streaked his handsome face or lodged in his chest hair. Dad bucked his hips to get more of that shitrope inside him, shaking his head in denial, simultaneously horrorstruck and in heat at the unaccustomed violation. Tears mixed in with the streaks of cum on his face, as he erupted yet again, this time managing to shoot into his open mouth... ...and then he smiled... ...as he saw his son... ...and he licked his lips lewdly... 'UNGHH... UNGHH... UNGHH... UNGHH...' he grunted... ...as the shit snake plunged into him deeper... faster... all the way up inside him... ...painting his hot hairy dad-hole a delicios shade of brown... ...and Ethan's dick began to jerk and bob as he stepped closer to the toilet... 'Guess you were right, son...' Dad groaned, 'UNGHH ...UNGHH... UNGHH... UNGHH... we shoulda held out for another place... UNGHH ...UNGHH... UNGHH... UNGHH...!' But then Dad could say no more, as Ethan clamped his mouth to his father's and licked out some of his father's spent load... When he drove his dick up inside his father's cunt, he barely even noticed how firm that column of shit felt as it frictioned and thrummed against him inside.... Dad screamed into his son's mouth at the double penetration - and errupted a fresh load over the both of them... Quite oblivious, Ethan jackhammered his father with his shit slickened dick... TWO WEEKS LATER... Brian Alstead sat out in the pickup, waiting for his dad to finish settling up with the clerk inside the gas stop. Not for the first time in the last couple of hours, Brian tapped at his cell in frustration, wishing he could bash the damn things brains in, but that wouldn't improve his reception any. 'Still nothing?' his dad asked as he exited the cabin and went over to check that all their stuff was still secure in the bed of the truck. Brian shook his head. 'How long we gonna be stuck in this dead zone, Dad?' 'Ah, quit your grousing,' Rick laughed as he climbed back into the driving seat. He tapped his son with folded paper. 'Now this here, my fine young millenial, is what we old-timers call a map. Can you say that? With me, now - MAAAAP...' Brian couldn't help laughing. 'No shit, Sherlock - I know what a map is.' Rick raised his eyebrows. 'You're kidding? For real? Geez, I'd no idea my boy was so old-school.' His dad stopped kidding around. 'But seriously, son, I can take the map if you'd prefer to drive...' Brad laughed again. 'That's okay, Dad, I can read a map. I figured there was life before GPS.' As Rick started the truck, he yawned out loud and long, causing his son to do the same. 'Shit, man,' said Rick, 'we're both too spent to do much more driving today. Whaddya say we check in somewheres?' Brian shrugged. 'Guess we might as well. God only knows how far ahead the movers have gotten by now.' Rick nodded. 'We're agreed, then. That weird old guy on the desk in there tipped me off about some kinda boarding house in this neck of the woods. Comes highly recommended. Oh, he scribbled it down on the map for me there...' Brian turned the map over and made out the old dude's handwriting. 'Oh yeah. Hey, we're pretty close.' They drove off into the Wyoming morning, the shade of the trees dappling the windshield. 'What was the name of the place, again?' queried Rick. 'Spike's,' his son returned, with another quick glance. 'It's called Spike's Boarding House.'