Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 18:15:00 +0000 From: Rob Armstrong Subject: SPIKE'S DIARIES: OFFICER KERRIGAN SPIKE'S DIARIES: OFFICER KERRIGAN 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. PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY WITH YOUR DONATIONS AND KEEP THIS INCREDIBLE RESOURCE GOING. NB: See 'Spike's Piercing Parlour' series, November 24th 2012 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)