Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 23:09:41 -0400 (EDT) From: Marc Subject: HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF (Part 6) Disclaimer: The following story contains themes of incest, watersports and scat. If you are under the age of eighteen or find this kind of sexual activity offensive, stop here. HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF (Part 6) By Rim4you 1 Squirt's seventeenth birthday was approaching. It fell on Saturday but was decided to do the family thing on Sunday. Squirt's Mom was going to head over to a friend's house to play poker with the girls. The guys were going to do their thing. Sheila thought it was a good idea that staying overnight at a hotel was a good idea. "That way I won't have to worry about you guys drinking and driving. And don't get Squirt plastered. He's only seventeen." "He's a man now," Jason said to her. "Besides he'll be with Jeffery and I the whole time." Later that evening Jason pulled Jeffery aside. "Did you get the room Jeffery?" "Done deal big brother. We got the "Dungeon" suite!" Jeffery answered. "The what?" Jason asked, surprised. "What kind of place is this?" "I told you Jason. It's a gay owned and operated hotel. The guys that own it sunk a fortune into it. Every room is actually a bungalo with a small back yard that's fenced to give absolute privacy. Guests can play indoors or out without being seen. And each bungalo has a certain theme. Our bungalo is called the "Dungeon." "How much did you have to cough up Jeffery?" "It's three hundred dollars a night, but since I know David, one of the owners, he let me have it for half price." "How well do you know this David?" Jason asked curiously. "We've played quite a few times." "Is he hot?" Jason asked. "Very hot," Jeffery replied, "and very much into raunchy play." "Have you mentioned anything to Squirt about our surprise?" Jason asked. "Not a word, you?" "I just mentioned that we'd be doing something special Saturday night!" "That'll keep him horny and hungry!" Jeffery laughed. "I can't wait to see the expression on both your faces when you check out our bungalo's amenities!" "Obviously you've been there," Jason stated. "Yep! And played in the very same bungalo too! We're gonna have so much fun." 2 "Well, you guys have fun," Sheila said, as she headed out the door for her Saturday night out with the girls. "And try not to get too drunk! I expect you guys home by four Sunday. Dinner reservations are for seven-thirty." After Sheila's car had disapeared from the driveway Jason approached his son. "Well Squirt," Jason said in a husky voice, "now I can wish you 'Happy Birthday' properly. He approached his son and put his arms around him. Then lowering his lips he kissed him deeply. "Guys! Guys! Hold up. Don't get all worked up into a frenzy now. Let's get this birthday bash on the road." 3 "Where are we going Jeffery?" I asked excitedly as our car pulled out onto the expressway. "It's a surprise son," Dad answered. "I think you'll enjoy what's in store for you!" We drove through the "sleazy" portion of town. It wasn't even dark yet, but the streets were teaming with all kinds of characters. "Did you see that guy all dressed in leather leaning against his bike?" I shouted. "That kind of man turn you on Squirt?" Dad asked. "Fuck yeah! I bet he can get mighty scuzzy. Riding around on his bike all day in the hot sun. Maybe not having showered in a couple of days; all sweaty and grundgy! His ass really sloppy and ripe!" "Whoa!" Uncle Jeff chuckled, "You not satisfied with the two muscle studs you get to play with tonight?" "Oh! I'm sorry," I said. "I'm just teasing you Squirt. That kind of guy turns me on too. I might could arrange something for a later date, " Uncle Jeff added. "Cool," I chirped. We exited off the expressway and got on to a solitary stretch of road. On either side of the road was nothing but trees. No houses. No stores. Just nothing. It was one of those undeveloped parts of town. "It won't be long before this section of town gets developed," Dad observed. "How much further is this place Jeffery?" "We're just about there. Sounds like you're gettin' kind of anxious big brother," Uncle Jeff mused, reaching over and patting the bulge between his brother's legs. "Yeah, I'm getting there," Dad sighed, at the touch of Uncle Jeff's hand. I leaned over the front seat to observe more closely. "That's not fair Dad!" I pouted teasingly, "Jeffery gets to grope you and I'm stuck in the backseat all by my lonesome. Guess I'll just have to sit back and ease some of my teen-age tensions myself!" "Too late Squirt," Uncle Jeff remarked, "we've arrived." We turned off the main road and headed down a side road into the woods. About a half mile from where we turned off a clearing appeared where the woods weren't so dense. We headed towards a building. Obviously the office. "I'll only be a sec," Uncle Jeff said as he parked the car in front of the building, opened his door and headed inside. Dad and I looked around. Mingled among the trees in what appeared to be a semi-circle around the main building, were cabins. The place was quiet, only the wind rustling the leaves of the trees and the chiping of birds was heard. "Sure is awful quiet around here, isn't it Dad?" "Yeah Squirt, but a nice kind of quiet." "Well guys," Uncle Jeff hollered as he hopped back into the car, "we're off to the "Dungeon!" As we followed the road around the main building, what first appeared to be a small building was in fact quite large. "What's all in that building Jeffery?" I asked. "Well there's the office, a small place to eat for guys that don't like to cook, a kind of convience store, and a special men's shop. It all opens out back to the pool and there's an outdoor bar for guests only." "A toy store!" Dad asked gleefully. "Yep!" "Oh! And at the pool and outdoor bar," Uncle Jeff continued his tourguide speach, "No clothing is allowed! Inisde the building guests are asked to cover up! The rest of the property is clothing optional" "Wow!" I exclaimed. "You mean I could parade around here buck ass naked Jeffery and strut my stuff?" "Sure can Squirt!" Uncle Jeff laughed at my excitement. "We can all strut our stuff here!" "Dosen't this place ever get raided Jeffery?" Dad asked. "I guess it could but this is all private property. David and Roger own 500 acres here. But it's so set back in the woods away from the main road that nobody could see a bunch of naked guys walking around with boners!" We passed several of the cabins, or "bungalos" as Uncle Jeff called them. Each cabin was designed in a Spanish style. That is, all stucco with a wrought iron gate entry. As I looked toward the back of the cabin, there was a wall, about eight feet high, also of stucco. The roofs were red tiled. The main building was in the same design only the wall around the pool area was considerably lower. "These guys must have spent a fuckin' fortune!" Dad gasped. "They can more than afford it Jason," Uncle Jeff said. "David is from Texas and had the good fortune of being born into wealth and affluence." "Well, here we are guys." Uncle Jeff said excitedly, "our gate to sexual depravity!" pointing to the wrought iron gate. We have to park on the side." I jumped out of the car first. "I thought you said each cabin had a theme to it Jeffery? Every cabin looks exactly the same." "It's what's inside that makes each cabin unique." There wasn't much to unload from the car. A few needed necessities and three cases of beer. He also brought along a bottle of "Jack Daniel's." As we approached the gate, a simple plaque hung to the right of the gate, It read THE DUNGEON. 4 Passing through the gate was a small atrium, open to the sky above. Three large wooden beams streatched across the top of the atrium. On one side of the atrium the roof suspended outwards to create a small courtyard porch. Suspended from the center beam was a sling. On another beam hung two chains with rings attached On the wall beween these two particular beams, were four metal cuffs, each one with a chain attached, positioned in a way that the person confined to these cuffs would be in a spread eagle position. I walked up to this devise on the wall and wondered how it worked. "Jeffery!" A puzzled look on my face. Uncle Jeff walked over to me. "Let me show you Squirt. Turn around and stand against the wall." I followed Uncle Jeffs instructions. Dad watched. "Now raise your hand towards the cuff." I did as he asked. Once my hand was in position, Uncle Jeff swung the cuff shut and inserted a pin, on a smaller chain attached to the cuff, into position. "This prevents the cuff from opening so you can't free yourself. A simple device that dosen't require a key! Once completely bound, the leverage in the chain length gives you some movement but dosen't allow escape." "Do the rest of me Jeffery." "Why don't you give me a hand here Jason. You get his ankles bound but get his high tops off. That'll make it easier." As I raised my other arm towards the cuff, Uncle Jeff took the opportunity to nudge my armpit with his nose and took a whiff. "Smellin' really prime there li'l brother," he exclaimed and winked at me. "How's it goin' down there Jason?" Dad undid my sneakers and pulled them off. A rush of stench, wafted by a light breeze, swirled in Dad's face. Like Uncle Jeff did to my armpit; so now my Dad did to my smelly socked feet. The socks I was wearing hadn't been washed in over a month. By now they weren't worrth washing. Better to just throw them out! They were no longer white. The soles were almost black from dirt. The sweat they encompassed with repeated wear made them crusty, like they had been starched. But it was the odor they gave off. Rank. Musky. My feet funk embedded in the fibers. "Fuck Squirt!" Uncle Jeff gasped, I can smell your funky socks from here!" "You don't like?" I responded seductively. "Oh I like!" said Uncle Jeff. "And what about you Dad?" He finished cuffing my other ankle and buried his nose into my filthy socked foot. "Smells so fuckin' good son. Makin' my cock get hard just sniffin' it, " he replied not looking up at me. When he sat back up on his haunches and spread his muscular legs apart, I could see the effect his foot sniffing had taken. The bulge in his crotch was very pronounced. I wiggled my way around in my confinement. The idea of having no control, no freedom, at the mercy of these two hunks of manhood, aroused me. I looked down at my crotch and felt my cock swelling and snaking down my left thigh. Dad winked at Jeffery. "Looks like the fuckin' birthday boy is throwin' a rod, huh Jeffery?" Uncle Jeff nodded in agreement, reaching down to grope himself. "Maybe we oughta leave him like that and you and I go at it right here in front of him." Dad snickered. "That would be cruel Jason." "Yeah I know," Dad continued, squeezing his meat through his jeans. "Perhaps too cruel for starters. What do you want Squirt?" I dropped my weight against the wall. I thought for a moment. I looked at the two men standing in front of me groping themselves. "Which one of you, or both of you fuckin' studs wants to piss on this teen-age pig?" I growled. Dad unzipped his pants and pulled his massive ten inch boner out. "I was gonna save this but now's as good a time as any." Dad took a couple steps towards me, his cock inches away from my crotch. He looked into my eyes and whispered nastily: "Want my fuckin' piss, pig? Huh? Wanna feel hot marine piss soakin' your nasty boy crotch ... make it smell even better?" "Yes sir!" I whispered back in a raspy voice. "I want your raunchy marine piss sir!" Uncle Jeff moved in closer and began grazing his hand over my ass. "Give it to him Jason," he urged, "the pig deserves to be used as a fuckin' piss trough!" Dad looked at Uncle Jeff, then back at me. He positioned his hands on his hips and arched his pelvis forward. He began to piss. I felt the warm liquid as it sprayed my crotch. I looked down to see my jeans getting thouroughly drenched. I opened my mouth and moaned and moaned. "Piss on your pig boy!" I moaned. "Give me marine piss." Dad reached down into his piss flow with his hand then raised it to my face and rubbed his yellow juice all over my face. My mouth lapped greedily at his hand descending on each finger and sucking with hunger. "Yeah pig!" Dad whispered, "you like the taste of your Dad's piss don't you?" I shook my head vigorously. "Yes sir!" I gasped. "But now it's Jeffery's turn," Dad sneered. "I'm sure he's thirsty too!" Without hesitation, Uncle Jeff dropped to his knees beside me and opened his mouth. Dad grabbed his pissing cock and aimed it right into his brother's mouth. "Fuckin' toilet pigs! The both of you! Fuckin' urinals!" Uncle Jeff let his mouth fill up. What could not be contained spilled out of his mouth and ran down over his cheeks, down his neck and onto his chest, soaking the tank top he was wearing. "Share that with your nephew Jeffery!" Uncle Jeff rose to his feet and turned towards me. My mouth opened wide and Uncle Jeff began to squirt the piss from his mouth into mine. As my mouth filled, Dad looked at both of us contented. "Swallow it, both of you!" He commanded. Obediently both of us swallowed. Dad's piss was strong and rancid. Undiluted as it would have been had he been drinking. It's odor was strong too. He had been saving it up! The last geyser of piss Dad saved for himself. Aiming his cock upwards to his chest, he allowed the stream to splash on his shirt. The flow slackened. Then trickled. When he was emptied, without shaking off his cock, he stuffed his rod back in his pants. He then stpepped up to Uncle Jeff first and began licking his brother's lips, chin and neck. Then he turned his attention to me and licked my entire face. Satisfied that he had cleaned us both up he uttered: "That was some good stuff. I oughta bottle that up and sell it!" Uncle Jeff and I looked at each other and started to laugh. Dad grinned. "Un-cuff the pig Jeffery! We need to check this place out and get down to some serious business." Uncle Jeff released me from my bonds and the three of us picked up our stuff and headed inside. 5 "Look at this place!" Dad gasped. "Geez!" I shouted. There was a living room which opened to a kitchen, completely stocked with plates, cups, etc. Off to the side was a dining area. The living room was equipped with a 60 inch big screen television, complete with a VCR. There was also a fireplace. The floors were tiled with area rugs laid out. At one corner of the the large room was a bar. Fully stocked. Patio doors opened up to a back porch and a small yard completely walled in. Down a short hallway was a large bedroom. Raised on a platform against one wall was a California style king sized bed. Directly across from the bed the opposite wall was mirrored. "Don't wanna miss any of the action!" Uncle Jeff quirped. There was also another big screen TV in this room also. Dad looked up to a camera perched in the corner of the room which was directed towards the bed. "What's that for?" He asked. "That's another unique feature. It's hooked up to the TV so you can watch yourself. Pop in an empty tape on the VCR and you have a souvenir!" "Cool!" I shouted. "But can anyone else monitor the action?" Dad asked. "No." Jeff replied. There is no central switchboard or anything. Nobody sees anything but you. They have another system hooked up in the play room!" "There's a play room Jeffery?" I asked. "Sure is Squirt. Let me show you guys around some more. This door leads to the bathroom, complete with a hot tub that holds five! And a sunken marble tub and a shower that could easily accomodate six guys easily!" "You're kidding!" Dad said. "Check it out," Uncle Jeff beamed with pride. We walked in the bathroom and Dad and I both dropped our mouths open wide in disbelief. "There's also a washer and dryer in there too," Uncle Jeff added. "Now on with the tour guys." Uncle Jeff took us through a door from the bathroom into another smaller room. Dad and I scratched our heads. "Weren't we just in the bathroom Jeffery?" I asked. "I was about to ask the same question Squirt." Uncle Jeff laughed. In this room against one wall were lockers, like in a locker room. Opposite, on the other wall was a shower stall with two shower heads. The walls were all completely tiled. "This is the clean up room," Uncle Jeff answered. "This is getting good Jeffery," Dad said. Another door from this one led to a room. Uncle Jeff flicked on the light which had a dimmer switch. Dad and I gasped in unison. "Gentlemen! Fellow pigs!" Uncle Jeff announced, "welcome to the dungeon!" The floor was tiled like the clean up room. A drain was in the middle of the floor. Against one wall was a stainless steel unrinal trough. Next to that was a partition complete with glory hole, and a toilet on the other side of the partition. Katty-corner on the opposite wall was a raised platform with tumbling mats on it. Suspended from the ceiling was another sling. A St. Andrew's cross was positioned on one side of the wall, and on the other wall, a urinal. The rest of the room was open. Mats could be laid out to play anwhere. Attached to the platform was a table with all kinds of restraining devices built in. A water hose was hanging on the far end of the room with a sign above it reading: CLEAN UP YOUR MESS PIGS. "Well did I do good guys?" Uncle Jeff asked? "Fuckin' awesome!" Dad replied. "One question Jeffery?" Where do we stash our beer so we don't have to go back into the kitchen when we're all dirty?" Uncle Jeff pointed to a door. "When you open that door you'll find a refrigerator in there!" I walked up to my Uncle Jeff and put my arms around him and gave him a deep kiss. When our lips parted I said to him: "Thanks Jeffery! This is going to be one birthday I'll never forget!" ****************************** Your comments would be appreciated. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net