Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 18:15:00 +0000
From: Rob Armstrong <robarmstrong26@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: SPIKE'S DIARIES: OFFICER KERRIGAN
SPIKE'S DIARIES: OFFICER KERRIGAN
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Top Secret: The following is featured in the research records of
Pentagon operatives George 'Doc' Schultz and Carmine 'Spike' Russo, in
connection with their ongoing studies of the evermore widespread effects of
Formula 51....
POLICE INTERVIEW WITH Quinn Devlin, 43, Tallahassee, FL
(recorded by Officers Don Lucas and Trevor Kerrigan)
TAPE BEGINS
LUCAS: Interview commences 22:14, April 23rd. Present, Officers Donald
Lucas and Trevor Kerrigan. Mr Devlin, would you state your full name for
the tape?
DEVLIN: Quinn Anthony Devlin.
LUCAS: Occupation?
DEVLIN: Travel Agent.
LUCAS: And you know why you're here.
DEVLIN: I imagine my son's ratted me out... (CHUCKLES)
LUCAS: Mr Devlin, your son has made no charges against you at this time.
He's currently being checked over by our medical examiner. Your presence
here is as a result of the police raid on a public men's bathroom in the
park near North Munroe Street. The other... participants... in the orgy
are also being held and questioned separately - exactly how long have you
been associated with the Rabid Wolves chapter?
DEVLIN: (LAUGHS) That biker gang? Is that what they call themselves?
Officer Lucas, I had no idea who might happen by tonight when I chained my
boy up to that urinal. Just lucky it turned out to be that skeezy bunch of
studs... mmmm... dirty but mighty fine looking fuckers... mmmm...
LUCAS: Mister Devlin... are you TOUCHING yourself?
DEVLIN: Muscle-bound filth bandits to a man....
LUCAS: Cut that shit out right now, Devlin.
DEVLIN: Why... am I turning you on..?
LUCAS: If you continue with this inappropiate behaviour, I'll handcuff you
to the chair.
DEVLIN: HOOO-WHEEE! (WHISPERS) Ya promise?
LUCAS: Mister Devlin, are you high?
DEVLIN: Damn straight I'm high. I ain't never cum so hard as I did
watching my son get gang-raped tonight.
LUCAS: (SPLUTTERS) Are you giving us a confession, Mister Devlin?
DEVLIN: Why you'd like that, wouldncha, ya pervert? Every little blow by
blow of how I fed my hot jock son to those bikers...
(ZIPPER BEING UNFASTENED. WET SOUND OF FIST ON FLESH)
LUCAS: Dammit, I told you to quit...
KERRIGAN: Don, let him jerk off if he wants. Long as we can get a quick
confession outta the sonofabitch and go home.
LUCAS: Well...
DEVLIN: Feel free to let your own monsters loose, gentlemen... we're all
men here... and I got a tale for you that'll have you boys drippin inside
those studly lookin pouches ya both got packin there...
...Well, it was only last week when I went to that trade fair in
New York City that I started gettin it on with guys. Don't fully remember
how I got there, but I ended up in some dive called 'Spike's', the worse
for wear. Don't normally drink so much - like to keep in shape, ya know?
Maybe my buff bod is what got me into all this, I dunno
Well, some dude lured me on down to this cellar bar... Seen 'im
somewhere before... Chrissakes, the place was more like a cave. Or did I
just imagine that?
Anyways, before I knew it I was gettin sucked off by three guys at
once. Some redhead older guy and his twin sons. Big sweaty, burly types.
Blow job of my fuckin life! I musta blacked out for a while, 'cos next
thing I came to, naked in a sling and getting my ass nailed for the first
time ever by a whole line of total strangers. Musta been going on a while,
as the only pain I was in was the GOOD kind...
...Scuse me, fellas, thinkin about that always makes me horny, I
gotta loosen my belt here a second... just need to... ungh... ram a coupla
fingers up my ass...
LUCAS: Oh for Chriss...
DEVLIN: Less'n you're gonna offer to thrust that nightstick up my cunt
instead, officer? Nah, I didn't think so... Ungh... Ungh... oh fuck,
that's good...
...Yeah, well, when I got home to Tally coupla days ago I was
seeing things in a whole new way. Specially my son, Quinn Junior. Jeez,
how I'd ever been able to keep my hands off him I just do not know. He is
a full-blown, Grade-A, quarterback STUD. Those guys that started me off
with that blowjob... being father and sons an' all... it got me thinking.
I wanted to plow Junior's ass so bad that it was all I could do to restrain
myself...
(SOUND OF A SECOND ZIPPER BEING PULLED)
LUCAS: (HISSING) Kerrigan? What the fuck you doing?
KERRIGAN: Just giving him a bit of encouragement to hurry him along...
DEVLIN: ...So instead of restraining myself, I restrained HIM. Got a call
from his school today. Stupid kid fucked up big time. Got caught
pot-smoking with some buddies in the locker room after football practice.
He'd just handed me the perfect opportunity... just what I'd been
waiting for.
He was still high as a kite, really out of it, in the car when I
collected him. So instead of home, he found himself in that notorious
bathroom, handcuffed to the pipe above the urinal where I'd left
him... bareass naked apart from his shoulder pads, ready to serve whatever
random, anonymous dicks that came along and chose to take their pleasure up
his cherry hole...
(WET SOUNDS OF TWO FISTS ON FLESH SPEEDING UP)
...Oh yeaaaah... God, he looked fuckin' hot, those wide shoulders
encased in football gear, that perfect smooth muscle ass thrusting out
invitingly... See, I wanted him to come to mansex just like I had...
LUCAS: (GULP) And where were you all this time?
DEVLIN: Oh I was hiding in a stall, watching my son over the live feed I
set up to record the WRECKIN of his ass... jerking off, all excited over
what was about to happen to him...
Well, after half an hour or so, he musta come outta his pot daze
and he started takin notice of his predicament. Started rattlin at the
chains that bound him to the pipe, tryin to dislodge it from the ceiling.
Stupid kid starts hollerin and looking round.
'Dad!' he shouts, 'Dad, what the fuck? Where are you? Shit! I'm
naked...'
'...why am I naked..? Daaaad....! Daaaaaad.......!'
All that bitchin and whimperin could do was attract attention
... the wrong sort of attention... only perverts, muggers and rapists would
be hangin round the park at that time of evening...
So, of course, it wasn't long before five hot lookin skanks with
long greasy hair, wearin biker gear marched in an started whoopin and
clappin at the jock pussy on display for them.
The one with the dark droopy 'tache imediately crouched down beind
my son and started eatin him out.
'Wha the fuck..?' Junior yelled, 'Get offa my ass, freak, an help
me get outta these fuckin' cuffs...'
Well, ya know how helpful bikers are. So instead they whoop it up
all the more. Tache just grabs my son's ass real hard, wrenches it apart
and dives his face in there in earnest.'
Again Junior yelps. 'Fuck! Quit it, douchebag, What the
fuuuuuuuu...'
Guy musta punched his tongue through my boy's taint. Junior tries
to protest.....
'fuuuuuu........'
'uuuunghhhh....'
...but he's groovin on the new sensations in spite of himself.
'fuuuuuu........'
'uuuunghhhh....'
uh-uhhhhhhng...'
A bearded redhead biker grabs him by the back of the head and and
roughly shoves his tongue in my son's mouth to shut him up. My son's moans
are muffled into the other dude's mouth as he force-frenches my
straight-as-a-line kid... fuckin HOT man...
Uhm. Officer Lucas, is that a bulge in your pants?
LUCAS: No, of course it... look, just get on with the story. Uhm. Your
statement.
DEVLIN: Okaaaay... if you insist...
Well, I guess Junior musta boned up too, with all the ass-eatin -
couldn't exactly see from the camera's angle - as a dark haired guy with a
viking beard squats in front and starts blowin him.
Meanwhile the other two - a pair of hot, dirty blonds - latch on to
a nipple each and spend time bitin them hard and eatin out my son's funky
pits.
It's like watching my son gettin swarmed over by wharf rats...
Junior begins to writhe in his bonds, in spite of his obvious
disgust...
Those shoulder pads are cast aside, cut away with a wicked lookin
blade and tossed over into a corner. Now Junior is naked as a jaybird,
still yellin and cursin them out on those rare occasions his mouth is free
to do so.
Long, hard, dirty lookin biker dicks are unleashed from leather
pants. Red's is beer-can thick. Tache is pierced. One of the blonds has
a series of rings runnin down his underside. Junior really screeches when
they start dry-humpin his hips and ass, smearin juice all over his naked
flesh...
They all take turns at different points round his body, eatin and
lickin, tonguin his mouth or ass or lavin' those rough tongues up his sides
and worshipin his young muscled body... In no time my boy's skin is shiny,
covered in biker spit, precum and his own sweat...
'This here boy's way too clean,' announces Red, who seems to be in
charge, 'Get at it, fuckers.'
That's when they let loose with their impressive firehoses and piss
all over my boy... and each other.
Junior's cries turn to howls of fury as he endures the scalding
shower. Viking caps Tache's spout with his mouth, holding his piss in,
then wrenches my son's jaw open and force-feeds him the second-hand urine
in a hot mouth-lock.
Junior retches and gags, but soon more an more of the bikers follow
suit, until my boy is given no option but to swallow their salty waste
down...
...mouthfull after mouthfull...
And all the while, the guys mercilessly jack his dick or deep
throat it to keep him hard. Tongues still punch up his ass, but more
frequently replaced by probing, drilling fingers now...
My son's rage has turned to wails of lost hope. He knows what's
coming next.
I can watch all this on camera no longer. I need to be a part of
it. I need to witness my son's brutal violation with my own eyes.
I emerge from my stall, balls hangin out of my suit pants, my dick
a steel column in my fist and leakin like a faucet.
Junior, twisting in his chains, sees me first. 'Dad!' he cries,
'Dad, for fuck's sake help!'
The gang turn sharply, expecting trouble. But then they all spy my
dripping tool, how excitedly I am masturbating, and they smile.
'Dad, huh?' says Red, crackin a smile, 'Fuckin hot, dude.' He
gestures at my son. 'Thanks for the welcome platter.'
I can barely speak, I'm so turned on. 'Oh, my pleasure...'
'He cherry?' enquires Red. I nod feverishly. Red steps back and
waves a hand invitingly. His meaning his clear. The honour of breaching
him should be his father's.
But I shake my head.
Red grunts, amused. 'You like to watch, huh?'
Another nod.
'Well okay, then,' says Red.
Junior's eyes are pleading, filled with tears as he regards me.
The next minute those eyes screw up tight as he feels the ringed head of
Tache's rod prodding at his chute. Tache punches up through his ring and my
sob gasps, and his attentions are elsewhere.
He gapes at the invasion and winces in pain. But with all the spit
lubing up his hole, to say nothing of the fingering, my son's pretty well
primed for entry and it goes easier than it might otherwise.
Tache burrows on up in there. 'Fuck... so tight, man... so fuckin
TIGHT...'
But he's relentless, and once he starts humping he shows no mercy,
jab-jab-jabbin my son's hole and takin his pleasure.
My son's virginity is history.
For the duration of his first ass-fuckin, the look on my son's face
is less pain, more shame and the horror of him, the star quarterback and
school stud, being taken like a two-bit whore. He refuses to look at me,
pretending like I'm not there.
Then they're on him like a pack of wild dogs. For a while, Junior
hangs limp there in his chains, groaning almost absently, his mind far away
as his ass gets pummeled by each of them.
I don't remember at what point I cum, but it jets out of me in an
arc that threatens to pull my balls out with it. It paints Junior and
Viking, who happens to be dickin him at the time, but neither seems to
notice or care.
Only when Red enters my son with his fat tool does the boy yelp
once in pain.
And I'm hard again. Hard and jackin...
Red doesn't last long. It isn't until the blond with all the dick
rings hits that ass that Junior seems to wake up. His groans turn to moans
and his hips begin to respond. Something about the way that Blondy is
drilling his shitter, maybe the ribbing of those rings playing over his
sweet-spot, finally brings my boy over to the dark side.
'Ungh. Nghn-nghn-nghn. Awwwww fuuuuuuck...!'
Blondy's rammin him like an animal and Junior's fuckin lovin it.
He yells now in encouragement, challenging the biker to go harder. Blondy
cums with a roar, but Junior's still not satisfied.
This time he takes Red's massive girth with whorish abandon,
throwing his head back and frenching his rapist...
By now I'm on my knees in front of my boy and choking on his dick.
That rod is on fire. My son looks down at me, hatred in his eyes, and
ravages my throat as if to kill me, mad as hell.
'You fucker!' he spits, 'fucking pervert... chaining your own son
up to get gang-raped...'
And I fuckin love it. The angrier he is, the more turned on I am.
And when at last I take my own turn up his sloppy, well-used cunt,
the torrent is still flying from his dirty mouth...
'You old bastard...' he continues, meeting my thrusts with his
now-hungry ass, 'First chance I get I'm gonna rape YOUR ass...'
Holy shit, that revs my engine even more and I tear into him.
'Get your ass thrown in jail for abuse,' he promises, 'and tell all
the cons what you did to me so that they can ream you out some more. Your
gonna get raped every hour of every day, skewered by one sweaty, big-dicked
bastard after another...'
That's it. That sends me over the top again and I explode inside
him. Junior comes for the first time and geysers his seed all over the
urinal in front of him.
(SOUNDS OF FRANTIC MASTURBATION)
By the time you guys hapened by an hour later, I'd uncuffed Junior
and we were all taking him doggy style... spitroastin him... double dickin
him... forcing him to eat out rank, funky biker ass...
LUCAS: (BREATHING HEAVILY) Dammit, Devlin, will you quit jerkin off?
(DEVLIN LAUGHS)
DEVLIN: But officer Lucas, I stopped a while back. It isn't me who's
jerking. It's you.
LUCAS: What? My dick's still hard in my pants, you degenerate...
DEVLIN: Sure, but it isn't YOUR dick you're jackin...
KERRIGAN: Oh God, Don, your hand feels so good...
LUCAS: What the fuck!
(SOUND OF A CHAIR SCRAPING BACK FAST, CLATTERING OVER)
LUCAS: Kerrigan, I... Dammit, Devlin, what did you do to me..?
(DEVLIN CHUCKLES AGAIN)
(DISTANT SOUNDS OF COMMOTION ELSEWHERE IN THE PRECINCT)
LUCAS: Wha... what's going on out there? Sounds like a frickin riot...
DEVLIN: Officer Lucas, you remember I told you about the guy who first
introduced me to Spike's in New York? That I'd seen him somewhere before?
(FURTHER SOUNDS OF MAYHEM, GETTING CLOSER)
LUCAS: Kerrigan, we'd better get out there...
KERRIGAN: Don't sweat it, Don.
LUCAS: Christ, Bobby's on duty tonight. He's manning the front desk.
Kid's only a rookie, he ain't prepared for none of this...
KERRIGAN: There's no need to...
LUCAS: Kerrigan, what's up with you? My son's out there!
DEVLIN: Your son! That hot young stud on the desk is your son? Oh dear,
how very unfortunate... and hot...
(BANGING AGAINST THE DOOR OF THE INTERROGATION ROOM)
LUCAS: Shit!
(MEN'S SCREAMS, RIGHT OUTSIDE: Oh God no... my ass... not my ass...)
DEVLIN: Officer Kerrigan, I really must apologise for not recognising you
sooner.
KERRIGAN: No biggie, Quinn.
LUCAS: Huh?
KERRIGAN: I had my eye on you since I stopped you for that speeding ticket
a while back. Then when I spied you in the Big Apple at the weekend I knew
I had to have that fine ass of yours. And Spike's is my favorite haunt, as
you can imagine.
LUCAS: Kerrigan?
KERRIGAN: Yeah, Don, I been spicing the A.C. this evening with a little
airborne love drug called Formula 51. Takes a little while to get working
but by the sound of it, the party's just about gotten started out there.
(DOOR CRASHES OPEN. SOUNDS OF MANY MEN ENTERING)
DEVLIN: Gentlemen, I think you've met the Rabid Wolves Chapter...
(MEN WHIMPERING AND THE TEARING OF CLOTH)
... and these are what's left of their interrogating officers -
your colleagues, of course.
RED: Fuckin us some mighty-fine pig-ass tonight...
UNIDENTIFIED YOUNG OFFICER: No more, please, my ass can't take it... ungh!
Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh... oooohhhh... harder... harder...
JUNIOR DEVLIN: Dad, you sack of shit! You in here?
DEVLIN: Son? Why, there you are. Who's that old guy you fucking?
JUNIOR DEVLIN: This here's old Doc Ford, the medical examiner. He got
excited a while back when he was checking me over and been raping my ass
REAL good for the last hour. Seemed only fair I get my own back... you
wanna double dick him with me...?
TACHE: And we found THIS cutie out by the front desk...
OFFICER BOBBY LUCAS: Dad? They just burst outta the interrogation rooms -
took over the whole frickin precinct. Ain't had no time to call for
back-up...
KERRIGAN: Help me get my buddy Don a little more comfortable, fellas...
LUCAS: Fuck, no...
(MORE TEARING OF CLOTH)
BOBBY LUCAS: Leave my dad alone, you freaks... Aaarghhhh!
LUCAS: Get your hands off my son! Kerrigan, quit jackin my dick...
KERRIGAN: Got to get you ready for your son's ass, Don.
LUCAS: You sick fuck! I ain't no degenerate like the rest of you...
Bobby, come here... Come to daddy...
BOBBY LUCAS: Oh, Dad, they been fingering me and interfering with me in all
sorts of intimate ways...
LUCAS: Oh, son, let me hold you... Let me make you feel all better...
(SOUD OF WET SLOPPY KISSING)
BOBBY LUCAS: Oh, Daddy...
LUCAS: Does that feel good, son - when I finger you like they did...?
BOBBY LUCAS: Oh yes, Daddy... and your dick is sooooo hard....
LUCAS: Gonna feel real good up your cunt, son... Gonna fuck you real
hard... And then I'm gonna watch as you get gang-raped and used by every
throbbin dick in this room... but I'll be the one who fists your cherry ass
for the first time on the Captain's desk...
BOBBY DEVLIN: Oh Daddy.... you promise...?
(MORE HUNGRY KISSING)
(TAPE ENDS)