Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2012 05:39:06 +0100 From: Rob Armstrong 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 FREE, CONSEQUENCE FREE, FANTASY PARALLEL UNIVERSE AND ARE NOT TO BE EMULATED. PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY WITH YOUR DONATIONS AND KEEP THIS INCREDIBLE RESOURCE GOING. 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