Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2016 13:57:27 +0000
From: Rob Armstrong <robarmstrong26@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Spike's Diaries: Samson
SPIKE'S DIARIES: SAMSON
THESE STORIES CONTAINS THEMES OF INCEST BETWEEN FATHERS, SONS AND/ OR
GRANDSONS, WATERSPORTS AND DOMINATION. THESE CHARACTERS EXIST IN AN AIDS
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STORY originally submitted to the NIFTY ARCHIVE by email
(intercepted and sequestered by this department)
IP traced to Samson Warrington III, 46, Sussex County, Vt.
NOTE: THIS DOCUMENT USES AUTHOR'S REAL NAME AND THOSE OF HIS SONS,
WHEREAS THE AUTHOR CHANGED THESE IN HIS ORIGINAL SUBMISSION
09/04/16
TITLE OF STORY: HO INVASION
This is a true story, which happened precisely a year ago
today. Since the incident took place, my sons and I have greatly enjoyed
reading and getting off to the incest stories on this site. It was my boys
who encouraged me to give this account to mark our 'first anniversary' as a
family which fucks.
I am fortunate to have been born into money. This, and a
successful career on Wall Street, meant that I was able to retire at the
age of forty. As a widower with three strapping, rowdy sons this was
invaluable in permitting me to take a greater hand in their upbringing. Now
that my youngest boy, Joshua, is nearly eighteen I am pretty much free to
pursue my leisure interests almost entirely.
Pursuits such as polo and rowing have always kept me in good shape,
and provided a necessary balance to the otherwise sedentary lifestyle of a
stockbroker. I also enjoy contributing articles to the Wall Street
Journal, so that also means a good portion of time on my ass! Writing is
more of a hobby now, though my real name does appear at the top of a leader
article every now and then.
It was just coming into fall, of course, and the leaves were yet to
turn, but I was able to enjoy the scenery on the drive up from New York to
our lodge in Vermont for the Labor Day Weekend.
My middle son Zeke, who was eighteen years old at the time and a
yearling cadet at West Point, was coming up from Orange County. It had been
a while and I was looking forward to the four of us getting together after
all that time.
My eldest boy, Noah, was twenty-three and worked in a law-firm.
His boss was an old fishing buddy of mine and I persuaded him to let the
boy go early so my son and I could drive up together and beat the holiday
traffic.
We arrived in excellent time, for about 4pm. The lodge is pretty
secluded. It stands in its own grounds, and is further surrounded by lush
pine forest. I had given the staff the weekend off - hey, they have lives
too - so that my boys and I could look after ourselves.
We'd shared the driving so we weren't too beat. I was pleased to
see Ezekiel's SUV parked up in front of the house, next to Josh's beat-up
old VW that he loved to work on.
'Oh good,' I said to Noah, 'the boys are here.'
As we passed their cars I put a hand on the VW's hood.
'Cold,' I remarked, 'Josh has been here a while.
Noah followed suit with Zeke's SUV and reported the same.
The front door stood wide open with nobody in attendance.
'Sheesh,' I remarked, 'Josh can be kinda flaky, but with all his
military training you'd at least expect Zeke to have some sense of
security. Especially out here in the woods.'
My son suddenly sported a mischevious grin. 'Hey Dad, why don't we
sneak up on the pair of them? Pretend like we're crazy ax murderers!
Teach those two a lesson.'
I laughed but groaned inwardly. I didn't really share my son's
enthusiasm for practical jokes, to say nothing of his youthful vigor.
However, not wanting to be an old sourpuss I gave him a wink and agreed to
go along with it.
And it would teach my lax boys a valuable lesson, it was true.
We crept in the front door and silently made our way down the hall,
toward the family room. Halfway down we stopped. We looked at each other
sharply, suddenly perplexed.
Was that the same thing we were both hearing?
Wet, sucking noises and the slapping of flesh against flesh.
Groans and moans.
All male.
I went a little cold all over.
Suddenly our little prank was stillborn.
As if pulled by invisible wires, Noah and I were drawn towards the
family room, needing to confirm with our eyes what our ears had already
made pretty damned clear.
Yet when we paused in the doorway, the full truth of what was in
progress was so much more horrifying.
Zeke and Josh were both buck naked, their lean, muscular forms
writhing together on the fur rug in the center of the room, top to tail,
each vigorously fellating the other.
That was the first shock. Incest. My two confirmed-straight sons
were engaged in incest.
My dazed mind shut down, buffering, as I tried to process the
scene. Meanwhile, the only thought I could muster was a totally inane one:
Geez. Josh has really filled out. We're going to have to go
clothes shopping for him again, stat.
And then the second shock. My sons were not alone in the room.
Half a dozen men stood around them in a circle, watching, leering, and
murmuring heated encouragements.
They were all wore dark boiler suits, their heads covered in black
ski masks. Each man's suit was either unzipped down to the crotch, or
stripped to the waist with the arms loosely tied at the hips. To a man,
they displayed hulking muscular, hirsuit torsos covered in tattoos and no
underwear.
A couple of the men groped themselves obscenely through fabric,
while the others had fully exposed themselves, balls out, and were openly
masturbating at my sons' display.
My sons' hands and feet were tied together with rough hemp rope
behind their backs. There seemed to be some sort of metal things clamped to
their nipples and was that black rubber poking out of their reddened
backsides? Black leather collars encircled their necks. More rope
crisscrossed their bodies and wound tight around their engorged
genitalia....
The two largest of the strangers carried firearms and all the men
had some kind of weapon handy, be it a baseball bat, a paddle or a whip of
some kind...
Oh dear God. This was a home invasion. These men had broken into
our home, some... gang of perverts. Depending on when these men had
arrived, my innocent young sons had been unlucky enough either to be here
already or to walk in on them.
'Yeah!' one man crowed, 'suck yer brudder's hawt dick - we tolja
yous'd love it!'
'Too right,' growled another, 'Not so reluctant now, is yuh?'
My poor boys were moaning and groaning like the damned. Even when
one would gag and choke on the other, he would fight through his reflex
bravely. That's how intimidated they clearly were. Those 'yummy' noises
and 'nom-nom-noms' could only have been some sort of stress reaction...
Peversely, I was relieved. My boys were being forced to perform
these filthy acts at gunpoint.
Noah and I had been lucky so far in that the gang were too immersed
in their debauchery to notice us gaping in the doorway. But then one of the
men crouched down by Josh and began to run his hands over the boy's
lash-striped backside, working that rubber thing in and out of him.
My wrath was finally ignited.
Noah saw my face redden and my shoulders raise. Thinking far more
quickly than I, he grabbed my arm and whisked us both out of sight.
He made shushing motions and waved one hand in a 'calm-down'
gesture. I nodded. He was absolutely right. Not only were we outnumbered
but those men had guns - if I went charging in there, all righteous fury, I
could get my family killed.
Instead, Noah led the way to the kitchen, where we could slip out
the back door and get help...
...but where, instead, we walked in on a seventh man retrieving a
couple of six-packs of beer from the refrigerator.
This man was wearing his ski mask up off his face and he was as
surprised to see us as we him. Again, fast as lightning, Noah took the
lead and shoved the guy back into the countertops, where he slipped, arms
still full of imported beer, and landed on his ass.
I grabbed the handle of the back door, wrenched it open, and we
fled out into the trees, hearing the delayed reaction of the beer guy as he
yelled out and raised the alarm.
Shit!
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Well, that was the end of any advantage we might have had. All we
had on our side now was our superior knowledge of the grounds and the
forest beyond.
The only thing Noah and I could do now was vanish into the trees.
Our first priority was to put as much distance between us and the gang as
we could. It tore me up inside to leave my two younger boys back at the
house, but at least their abusers would be too busy with us now to do them
any more harm.
At the edge of our property, we hesitated to check if either of us
could get a signal on our cells.
'I've got nothing, Dad.'
'Me either. And mine's about to die.'
We regarded each other gravely. We were pretty short on options.
'The Robertson's?' Noah suggested.
I shook my head. 'Too far.' Then I stopped and smiled. 'Of
course, those degenerates probably don't know that...'
Noah cocked an eyebrow.
I explained. 'Did they look local to you? Nuh-uh, me either. By
the look of their clothes and some of those tattoos, I'm putting my money
on 'convicts'. Escaped convicts.'
'Shit, Dad. They'll be pretty desperate.'
'Exactly, son. Desperate to evade recapture. The longer we can
stay out of their way, the more probable it is that they'll conclude we got
to safety and raised the alarm.'
Light dawned. 'Okaaaay... so once they're convinced, it'll be in
their best interests to get the Hell out of Dodge.' Then he looked troubled
again. 'But what about the boys? Do you think maybe they'll take them
hostage?'
'Why would they? They aren't in a hostage situation. They're in
flight, and two hostages would only slow them down.'
For the first time now we could hear whoops, hollers, and the
beating of underbrush in the distance. The gang were heading our way.
'Right,' I told Noah, 'let's split up. We'll be harder to catch
that way. Meet up again in the forest in an hour. Where?'
My son was was already on it. 'The old deer hide.'
It was the perfect suggestion. Deep in the woods there was a
camouflaged old lean-to where the boys used to play. It was dilapidated
but still pretty damned invisible unless you knew where to look for it. It
was known only to my family and a few other locals.
We hugged briefly, wished each other luck, and went our seperate
ways.
For the next forty minutes I was the subject of a manhunt through
the forest. It was pretty fraught at times, let me tell you. Sure, I knew
the terrain better, and these were clearly all city boys who couldn't track
a snail in a shoebox, but there seemed to be a lot of them and they covered
a good deal of ground.
At times my best option was to lay low in the underbrush and keep
them in my sights. I was able to observe them as they swung about,
searching. There was something genuinely sinister about not being able to
see the faces beneath those ski masks. It made them anonymous, unknowable
and somewhat alien.
Their behaviour, however, defused a lot of that, as it was all too
human - of the rowdiest, basest variety. As they searched for me and my
eldest boy, they catcalled and made lewd promises about what they were
going to do to us - and make us do to each other - when they finally caught
us...
Disgusting, of course, but lacking in any strategy. If they'd only
employed stealth, they could have caught me ten times over.
For the most part I moved through bushes and briar patches, unseen,
but by the time I got to the hide, I was covered in scratches and my suit
was in tatters. I cast the jacket aside and loosened my tie. At some point
in my flight, half the buttons had gotten ripped from my shirt, which was a
ruin.
Right now, however, tailoring was the least of my worries.
I was more concerned about the fact that I was the first to arrive.
A fit young sportsman like my son should have been here waiting for me by
now.
My concern only grew over the next couple of hours, as Noah became
ever more singular by his absence.
It didn't exactly help when, at one point, I realised I needed to
void my bowels, which I was forced to do like an animal in the undergrowth.
With nothing else to hand, I had to use my underwear to clean myself up,
which I then discarded in the bushes.
The longer I waited, the more on edge I became, my senses honed and
my nerves stretched to snapping point...
...so when a hand landed on my shoulder, I nearly jumped six feet
in the air...
It was Ezekiel, my middle son.
'Oh, JESUS, son, you scared me!'
Zeke couldn't help snickering. 'Sorry, Pop. I guess I ought to be
more careful with a man of your age...'
As a reflex, I swiped him across the head. But God, was it good to
see him unharmed. I crushed him to me in a bearhug. He returned it
strongly.
'Are the boys okay? Did you manage to get free? What happened?'
Zeke pulled me in tighter. 'Everything's okay now, Dad. They took
off. Noah told me to come get you.'
Oh God, the relief. My reasoning, then, had been sound and the
criminals had behaved as I had anticipated.
On our walk back to the house my heart felt lighter than air. Zeke
and Josh had been put through the most terrible ordeal, of course, but they
were alive! And I could afford the best therapists, the best goddamned
treatment that money could buy.
In spite of my elation, however, something troubled me. I couldn't
name it exactly: a small dark cloud hovering in the back of my mind.
We were nearly back at the house, approaching the sun terrace by
way of the upward sloping lawn, before it hit me. I halted in my tracks.
'What's the matter, Dad?'
Zeke's smile was... off, somehow... kind of... flirty...
'Zeke. Son. Why are you still naked?'
When I had last seen him in the house he had been naked and I
guess, in my relief at finding him safe, I had overlooked the fact that he
was still in the same state.
I had also failed to notice the raging erection he had been
sporting all this time. My God, it was huge! Not especially thick, but
very long - longer than my own. How could it not have registered earlier?
All the time he had been hugging me, it would have been digging into my
thigh.
He was, in fact, so tumescent that fluids were spilling from his
glans. I could smell the pungency from where I stood.
Why hadn't he at least put on some pants to come get me?
And, come to that, why hadn't Noah come to get me himself?
That dark cloud billowed out into a storm in my head and set off a
sick sort of ringing in my ears. My stomach was filled with lead.
I took in at last the leather collar he still wore, and the cruel
alligator clamps still biting into his nipples.
'Son... they haven't left at all, have they?'
Zeke just carried on smiling that slutty little smile. To my
horror he reached out and fondled my crotch.
'Trust me, Dad, it's so fuckin hot, you're going to love it...'
My cock sprang to life as a reflex... I could only gape at him for
a few moments, allowing him to interfere further with his own father...
'Ezekiel!' I batted away his hand at last. 'Where's your brother?
Where's Noah? Only he knew where to find me.'
Instead of answering, Zeke began playing with his erection, making
it seep even more. 'Dad, you look so damn good, all scratched up and in
that shredded suit - I just want to rip the seat of your pants apart and
drive this up your hot ass...'
He might as well have been speaking Martian, for all the sense he
made - and I was barely aware of two men as they emerged from the shrubbery
behind me. My only thought now was for Noah. What had they done to Noah?
I charged on up the slope towards the house, all reason, all
strategy gone in my panic for my firstborn.
I made it as far as the terrace before they brought me down in a
classic football maneuver. Brawny arms trapped my own behind me and the
two assailants forced me to my knees on the formal paving slabs, just yards
from the french windows.
A deep male voice whispered huskily in my ear.
'Hey, there, lover... you sure like to play hard-to-get, doncha?'
Instinctively I braced myself against violence - but what he did
was so much worse.
He wormed a hot, wet tongue into that same ear and began making
love to it. The other man followed suit on the other side. I grimaced,
and tried to jerk my head away, but the two of them held me fast. I was
subjected to a combination of wet tongues and the rough wool of their ski
masks
As my son Zeke looked on, eagerly tugging at his ballsac and still
masturbating, they progressed to licking up my stubbled jaw, over my cheek
bones, into nostrils, over eyelids...
I cried out in disgust - and one of them seized the opportunity to
shove his tongue into my mouth...
I gagged at the intrusion. His fat wet worm slicked all over my
mouth. With my arms trapped, the only thing I could use in an effort to
expel him was my own tongue, which I thrust against his. I tasted beer and
cigarettes and felt an urge to throw up.
He mistook my action for capitulation and moaned into my mouth,
becoming more frenzied in his unwelcome tonguing. The more I struggled,
the harder he kissed me...
'Yeah, Dad,' Zeke groaned, 'Get into it! French that stud!'
Then the other one took his turn and my mouth was passed back and
forth between them. At one point I had two tongues battling for entry at
the same time, and by now the only thing I could do was reciprocate if I
didn't want to choke...
As they moaned into my open mouth, I could only make affronted
noises in my throat...
And yet my dick - that vile betrayer - which had not subsided since
Zeke had awoken it, throbbed now in my pants. I hadn't dated in over a
year and I guess any human intimacy, however unwanted, was having an effect
at the basest primal level...
The sense memory of Ezekiel's hand groping my dick and balls -
feeling up his own father - shocking and forbidden - caused my dick to seep
juices of its own. Immediately I became aware again of my son's cock scent
as he beat off mere inches away...
When my eyes flicked to the boy, I couldn't believe what I was
seeing. He had contracted that impressive eight-pack stomach of his and
was now sucking the head of his own dick, drinking up his juices...
Now my protests ran deeper in vocal register and turned to growls.
In a lust driven frenzy - it were as if my tongue had taken on a life of
its own - I began to french the men back in real earnest, all thoughts of
peril forgotten...
They sensed the change in me and pulled back. My tongue followed
them out, into the open air... seeking them now...
They began spitting rich saliva into my open mouth...
...then forcing their tongues back in to spread it around...
...and then repeated it...
...over and over...
I felt one of my lovers unzip my fly and my dick sprang free into
the cool evening air....
...before being plunged down the hot, tight glove of his throat...
I screamed in ecstasy into the other man's mouth and he began to
grunt like a beast...
...oh my God, I'd never experienced anything this animal,
this... visceral... with any woman. This was all about lust, and totally
male...
At last he pulled off me and pulled my head back by my hair,
leaving my jaw slack and my mouth open...
Zeke stood directly above me, twisting and tugging the nipple
clamps on his meaty pecs. He leaned over me... and deposited a long, slow
string of drool into my open mouth...
...oh God...
...so wrong ...so forbidden...
I lapped it up greedily and tasted a mixture of my son's saliva and
dick juice in that drool...
But when he swooped down to french me, all I could taste on my
son's tongue was his cock...
I kissed him feverishly...
... and roared, shooting volley after volley of hot seed into my
cocksucker's mouth...
The man gulped my load audibly.
Zeke ran his hand beneath my open shirt and through the abundance
of hair on my chest.
'There's my furry Daddy-bear...' the boy cooed into my ear, and we
kissed again...
A frantic thumping on the french window brought me back to my
senses...
Oh my God. Noah was there. Inside. At the window.
How could I have forgotten about Noah?
They had captured him. He was stark naked and in distress, rough
hempen rope already twisted around his musclebound torso, crisscrossing his
abs and binding his hairy pecs cruelly.
He beat again on the glass, clearly trying to open the locked
window and get out to me...
...but trapped...
All of a sudden, in my post-ejaculation come-down, I felt terrible
guilt and shame rain down upon me. Dear God, what had I just done with
Zeke? What had I given myself over to? Noah needed me...
With the last of my strength, I struggled out of the embraces of
Zeke and the other two, capable only of crawling across the terrace to go
to Noah's aid.
They let me get as far as the window before seizing me again on all
fours...
Noah was yelling some kind of warning but I couldn't hear him
through the glass. With my one free arm I reached up to him...
As I looked, I saw that he too was as hard as a rock. They'd
wrapped more hemp around the base of his dick and his poor balls had,
individually, been pulled away from his scrotum and tightly wound in that
distended position.
His dick was magnificent, a thick and towering column... the juicy
head smeared precum over the glass. Whatever they had been doing to him
since they captured him, they had clearly managed to get his dick excited -
but he was still thinking clearly enough to try to get away...
Shamefully, my dick hardened up again at the sight of him, and the
various possible lewd acts they might have been subjecting him to in order
to get him so aroused...
Then my youngest son, Joshua, appeared beside his brother. He was
naked and beating off furiously. He grinned down at me through the glass,
playfully mischeivous, as if this was all a great game...
And then he stooped to kneel behind his brother, reaching up with
both hands to his ass, engaged in some activity I couldn't see. Whatever
it was, it pushed his big brother's pelvic area fully against the glass,
causing Noah's hardon to flatten and mash against it. Noah closed his eyes
and thrashed his head from side to side, and I could clearly discern the
words he mouthed...
'No no no, not again...'
His mouth hung slack and his dick pulsed and twitched. His fists
relaxed against the glass as he gave into whatever it was that Joshua was
doing to him.
And moments later, I understood exactly what that was.
Still held in my position on hands and knees as I was, my ass was
vulnerable. Zeke fulfilled his earlier promise of ripping my pants open. I
was without underwear, remember, and the next thing I knew, he was grabbing
my naked buns, kneading them excitedly and pulling them apart.
'Cooool...' he remarked, as he regarded my exposed hole, 'It seems
bears really DO shit in the woods...'
Oh dear God. I hadn't had a chance to clean up properly and I was
still dirty back there.
And yet, far from deterring my son, this seemed to spur him on.
His mouth clamped down on my anus and he licked frantically at it, sending
waves of unknown pleasure coursing through my body...
I groaned in ecstasy and hung slack in my captor's embrace, a lost
man...
'Yeah,' yelled on of the men holding me, 'eat out your old man's
shitty hole, kid. Drive your tongue in an' see if he's got any more logs
he bin packin up dere to feed yous wid.'
This caused Zeke to apply frantic suction on my ass and he fought
to probe my rectum with his tongue...
My dick was seeping its juices by now...
As my eyes crossed in lust, I could see the identical expression on
Noah's face and I put it together...
...Joshua was 'eating out' his eldest brother's hole, as the man
put it...
...I wondered if he, too, could taste shit...
...My dick began to pulse and twitch at the intriguing thought...
Ooooh goddd... what was happening to me..? What was I becoming..?
One of the men interrupted my increasingly depraved reverie.
'Hey, kid, yous'd better get the formula up yer ol' man's hole - we
don't want him havin no second thoughts later on...'
I had no idea what that meant, but a moment later I felt Zeke apply
something cold to my now immaculately clean anus, some sort of oily
lotion...
The stuff tingled and itched, but it didn't burn. Whatever it was,
it allowed Zeke's finger to glide easily inside, and right now that was
what took all my attention.
Oh Godddd.... the sensation of my kid's long, bony finger gliding
smoothly up and down my chute was driving me wild. I groaned out, loud and
lusty, and the two men began kissing me hard again. This time I joined in
without hesitation...
Oooof! Zeke was driving his finger really deep, now - deep,deep,
deep - and the itching caused by that formula stuff made me buck my hips to
try and get him in even deeper...
A second finger entered my anus, stretching me and helping to
relieve that itch somewhat.
I revelled in it now. Along with the itching, my misgivings were
fast evaporating... my shame, my guilt... there was no more room for such
negatives in my mind anymore, crowded out by a joy and lust that I was
experiencing now for the first time in my life...
Sure, Noah and I were being held against our wills - but he seemed
to be enjoying it, and I sure as hell was.
Sure, Joshua was only sixteen, but he had to grow up sometime, and
more importantly the little fucker was hot hot hot and I longed to do dirty
dirty things with him!
Inside Noah was still grimacing as he fought not to lose himself to
the inevitable... But then a dark figure took Josh's place behind him -
one of the two larger men, still in his mask and boiler suit, cock and
balls hanging out from the base of the open zipper.
The dick he weilded was huge and a thick metal ring emerged from
his weeping glans.
He loomed over Noah, took hold of him by the hips, and plunged his
own hips forward.
Noah's mouth and eyes flew open in shock, and his upper body went
rigid, as if he were being electrocuted. Once again, his pelvis was thrust
forward into the glass, but rythmically this time, as the big stud brutally
raped his hole...
As if taking this as his cue, Zeke followed suit and his long rod
tore into my channel, winding me...
Perhaps because all the tonguing and fingering had opened me up, it
barely hurt at all - just a little uncomfortable. But my son's dick was
better than anything at relieving that persistent itch I had now, and in no
time I was thrusting back to meet him, squeezing his rod tight with my
tunnel and milking out his fluids...
Noah, too, was riding his rapist's dick now. The man had one arm
about his throat and his free hand yanked Noah's head back by the hair. My
son's eyes had glazed over and his tongue was hanging out like a happy
labrador.
Zeke's dick was so long it was soon punching my bladder. Needing
to piss, I just let loose and sprayed the terrace. The man who had sucked
my cock now did so again, capping the spout and gulping down my urine.
When I was done, he shared it with his comrade and my son in a dirty
threeway kiss.
Noah's uretha pulsed against the glass and his dick erupted,
spilling cum like lava from a volcano and streaking it all the way up the
window.
The sight pushed me over the edge. The combination of everything
that had happened and Zeke raping me was too much. With my bowels full of
son-cock, I experienced the best, most shattering orgasm of my life...
As I came down to earth, I was released. Zeke pushed his tongue
into my mouth and I tasted my own shit and piss. But I didn't care. I
just wanted to tongue him and fondle my hot boy's body.
I turned back to the window where Noah was on all fours. A
different man was fucking him now, and Noah slowly ran his tongue over the
glass, licking up all his spent seed. He gave me a drunken kind of grin,
and I licked my side of the glass where his tongue was, as if we were
frenching.
The man ramming Noah slipped another of those leather collars
around his neck. The next moment, I felt an identical one snapping into
place around my own.
That was it. We were all one now. We had been collared and
claimed...
And this was the last thing I remember thinking before the events
of the day all caught up with me suddenly and I blacked out...
When I came to, later on, I found myself in my huge master
bathroom. As my vision cleared, I saw two naked men with great hulking
physiques...
The gang leaders had finally removed their ski masks, it seemed.
One was siting in some kind of chair contraption while the other
leaned over to kiss him. They were both dark haired, with heavy stubble,
and had the kind of brutish, prize-fighter handsomeness that once I would
have dismissed as neanderthal but now I found incredibly hot! These two
wouldn't have looked out of place at a seedy boxing club in Hell's Kitchen.
The fact that they were obviously related didn't hurt, either.
Jeez, I thought me and my boys were hairy, but these two put us to
shame...
I found out later that the chair contraption is called a rim-seat,
and who should be writhing beneath it, his face lovingly glued to the
brute's furry hole, but my own sweet Joshua. The kid was bound hand and
foot and his untouched hardon looked ready to explode...
The one standing held Noah by the hair and forced his face into his
own trench - not that Noah looked like he needed to be forced, from the way
he grunted like a pig and worried at that tasty hole... humping the guy's
hairy leg with his dick, because his arms were bound behind him in full
bondage now..
And over in the corner, another naked muscle stud had Zeke bent
over the bath and was fucking my young West Point cadet doggy-style like a
two-bit slut... Zeke moaned and groaned, having an old whale of a time.
I looked around at what only this morning I would have described as
a scene in Hell. Only now, I thought - Hell was never this hot!
'Ooooh FUUUUUUUCK..!' I drawled sleepily, as my dick slapped up
against my stomach and started to leak.
The muscle gods broke their kiss and the seated one looked over.
'Well well well - look who's up!'
'Yeah,' I replied with a grin, looking at my dripping dick, 'Up is
right!'
For the first time I took in the fact that I, too, was bound and
naked. I was trussed up on my back in the large wicker basket chair, my
arms stretched up above my head and tethered to the towel rail behind, My
knees, too, were drawn up to my chest, exposing my defenceless hole.
'Up is right "Sir",' the stud corrected, with scowl.
My dick twitched and I became aware again of my slave collar.
'Sir,' I acknowledged.
Both men looked at me as if they were testing me. Finally the
seated one spoke again. 'Dis is a real nice place ya got. Me an' my
brudder, here, we got real lucky. Findin ya place and findin a family of
four hot masculine guys like yous to initiate into our perverted little
games.'
He leaned forward, studying me closely. 'An dis hot little muscle
pup of yours,' he indicated Joshua, 'he's got a real loooong, talented
tongue - yous should try it some time...'
'Thank you, Sir - but may I ask why it isn't in my ass right now?'
The man grinned and sat back, apparently satisfied with my answer.
'Yeah,' he said to his brother, 'he's cool.'
To me he said, 'I'm gonna overlook that wisecrack, slave, 'cos I
like ya.'
He kicked Josh gently with a heel to get his attention. 'Hey, kid,
hop on over and give Daddy a nice long kiss.'
Joshua came up for air, licking his lips, a sexy grin on his face.
It was a struggle for him, bound as he was, but he got himself upright and
in no time I was sharing my first hungry kiss with my youngest son, spiced
by the flavors of our master's dirty asshole.
And then I cried out in joy as he began to eat out my hole as per
my request. He was even hungier and more forceful than Zeke had been.
Eventually my groaning turned the seated dom on so much that he
commanded Josh to fuck me. While Josh rode me like a bronco, the man came
over and the thrust himself inside my son. Josh yelled out as the big man
smashed his young cherry, but in no time he was lost in a delirious fuck
frenzy and taking it like a man.
And this was just the start. For the next three days, our captors
introduced us to all manner of filthy activities, and we relished each new
delicious depravity as if born to it.
Flogging, fisting, piss play and nipple torture - there wasn't a
thing that we didn't take to.
At one point - it may have been the Sunday - our masters decided
that slaves should be stripped of body hair, and there followed the most
sensuous session of full body shaving, where each of my family would be
lathered up and carefully shaved by the other three...
...With our masters looking on, naturally.
After rinsing off came the best part, where the subject would be
thoroughly checked, by hand and by tongue, for any missed hairs. The
sensation of having your three sons lovingly lave saliva over your freshly
shaved dick and balls cannot be described...
The sessions would be interrupted on occasion when one of our
masters would get so excited he couldn't stand it anymore and would haul
one of us off for a good hard fucking...
Hearing my boys getting rammed made me shoot huge loads all over
myself every time... which they would then have to lick off my baby smooth
muscles when they returned...
And the gang proved to be surprisingly democratic about letting us
try out our new skills on them. By Tuesday morning, our holes were wrecked
and each of us was covered in welts and bruises, but we had all bonded
like... well, like family.
I was getting ready to email my house staff and give them the rest
of the week off, when our fun and games were cut short by the arrival of
the authorities.
How we would have welcomed them four days earlier! And how
bitterly disappointed we were to see them now.
The gang looked at us, hurt. But we quickly established that none
of us had called in the cops - we were as shocked and mystefied as they
were.
When the megaphone ordered the gang to come out and give themselves
up, they were all too exhausted by our weekend gymnastics to do anything
other than comply.
There was much frenching, and holding back of manly tears, as we
bid our new friends goodbye. But at least they left us with the legacy of
new closeness, and a wide range of dildos for ass training...
To this day none of us have any idea of what happened or how the
police were alerted to the gang's presence here.
But as it turned out, their recapture was not by any means the end
of the story...
APPENDICES TO THE WARRINGTON FAMILY FILE:
NEWS REPORT: SUSSEX HERALD
September 9 2015
HOME INVASION HOLIDAY ORDEAL
While most of us are getting back into the reality of work this
week, suffering the anticlimax that usually follows a long holiday weekend,
Samson Warrington III and his family are probably just glad to be alive.
Noted Wall Street financier Warrington (46) and his three sons,
Noah (23), Ezekiel (18) and Joshua (16) were held captive all weekend at
gunpoint by a gang of convicts who had broken out of the New York State
Penitentiary some weeks before.
Notorius sex offenders, brothers Massimo and Junior Luzi, and their
five associates, were part of a larger prison break from the facility in
late July and have been on the run ever since. While other inmates were
quickly recaptured, the Luzi group proved more elusive. They were passing
through the Green Mountain state in a bid to cross the Canadian border,
when they decided to lay low at the Warrington family's Vermont retreat.
'I'm extremely proud of my boys,' remarked Warrington to this
reporter, 'They were magnificent, keeping their cool and helping to relieve
tension. How they kept it up, I'll never know. An experience like
that... Well, I feel like we all know each other so much more intimately
now. We each took one for the team. Took many, in fact,' he concluded,
smiling somewhat ambiguously.
Indeed, the Warringtons appeared remarkably calm and untraumatised
by the affair. There are already hints at a Republican nomination for the
head of this truly heroic clan.
The Luzi Gang were retaken yesterday by the Sussex County PD
without a shot being fired. One officer mentioned how exhausted the seven
fugitives appeared, as if the weekend had been a marathon of activity in
which they had gotten little or no sleep.
NEWS REPORT: SUSSEX HERALD
September 10 2015
SUSSEX COUNTY PD OFFICERS ABDUCTED
In a bizzare coda to the Warrington Home Invasion affair (see
yesterday's edition) the arresting SCPD was attacked and their convoy
raided while conveying the Luzi Gang from the Warrington home to a local
holding facility, to await transfer back to NY State Pen.
'Our first thought was that associates of the Luzis were trying to
rescue them from custody,' explained a tearful Officer James MacKlintock,
22, speaking on behalf of the SCPD. 'All these dark vans pulled up and
these armed guys in sharp black suits, wearing shades, jumped out. We were
completely outnumbered. Then they grab Massimo and Junior, drug them, and
throw them in one of the vans.'
The manner in which the gang ringleaders were taken, suggests that
these mysterious assailants were no friends to the brothers Luzi.
And yet, it seems, the gang were not the only targets of the raid;
two veterans of the department, Officers Dallas Keigle, 41, and Adam
Scorbey, 39 were also abducted.
'Why leave the other prisoners?' Macklintock went on, 'And if they
had to take hostages, why did they have to take two family men like Keigle
and Scorbey? They both have kids to support.'
The young officer again became emotional.
'Me, I'm an orphan with no family. Why not take me?'
So far, there has been no word from the abductors.
NEWS REPORT: THE DAILY HORN
October 21 2015
LABOR DAY HERO SHOWS US ALL THE WAY
In a dazzling display of Christian values, Samson Warrington III
has magnanimously initiated an outreach program that will benefit the very
criminals who held him and his son captive over last Labor Day Weekend.
Two weekends out of every month, the five remaining members of the
Luzi prison-break gang are to spend time with the Warringtons at their
Vermont retreat, under the supervision of prison guards who will be
carefully screened and selected for this program.
There are hints at training the men in forestry skills, as well as
group therapy sessions with the family, designed no doubt to prepare the
inmates for eventual reintegration into society.
'The group sessions will be very important,' stated Warrington, 'My
sons and I feel we have a lot of unfinished business with these men and we
are eager to turn the other cheek... I know we're all keen to pick up where
we got off - er, left off. Going at it in the forest will be a new
experience for all of us. I, for one, am keen to learn more about logging,
for example, or the best way to siphon woodsap. And often it's through
hard, sweaty exertions that we best learn to penetrate our own interiors.
We certainly aim to make a good fist of it.'
Well, we here at The Daily Horn salute you and wish you all the
very best with those exertions.
NEWS REPORT: SUSSEX HERALD
November 14 2015
ABDUCTED OFFICERS FAMILIES NOW TARGETED
Is there no end to the tribulations surrounding the Keigle and
Scorbey households?
Over a month following the two law enforcement officers' abduction,
three of their children have now also disappeared in mysterious
circumstances.
Tyler Kiegle, 18, and his younger brother Luther Kiegle, 16, were
taken from their home at gunpoint. Hilary Kiegle, wife of the missing
policeman, described the men as similarly dressed to those who took her
husband and his partner back in September.
'I was terrified that they'd snatch my younger children as well,'
she stated, visibly shaken, 'Marta, Doris and little Todd. But they only
seemed concerned with my eldest boys.' Bravely she continued. 'Tyler and
Luth will be okay. I know they will. They can take care of themselves,
they're both big strong boys - they're both first string on their football
squads, you know.'
Mrs Angela Scorbey was not available for comment, but a family
friend explained that Shamus Scorbey, also 18, captain of his high school
hockey team, had vanished while out shopping alone.
Why is everything happening to these families?
And just what the heck is going on?