Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2016 16:28:48 +0000 From: Rob Armstrong Subject: SPIKE'S DIARIES: THE KIDNAP FACTORY SPIKE'S DIARIES: THE KIDNAP FACTORY 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.... SERIES FINALE QUARTERLY REPORT ON GROOM LAKE 7 FACILITY, (reporting officer Lt. Buck Lewis, 27, US Airforce Liason by encrypted email) December 12 2015 Sirs Please find attached a report on my recent inspection of Groom Lake 7 on your behalf, as well as an update on the progress of Project Groom itself. Please note that, while every attempt has been made to keep the wording of this document to a professional standard, by the very nature of the research conducted at Groom Lake, some descent into 'sexual vernacular' is inevitable and, at times, even required. ATTACHMENT READS: Facility 7 took some locating, shielded as it is from GPS and isolated out in the Nevada desert, perhaps half a klick from Groom Lake proper, but I arrived at the security checkpoint promptly at 09:00 hours as instructed. Security appears to be in good order and I understand that the all-female staff on the surface never venture below ground level into the facility itself. My papers checked and rechecked, in accordance with protocols, I was admitted into the outer bunker. I was met by a staff sergeant who insisted on fitting me with an F51 exposure monitor, in spite of my assurances to her that I am already gay anyway. Protocols here too, then, are being observed correctly. She then led me through to the hidden elevator, explaining that I would be descending to the research complex alone. NOTE: Some of the 'alien' artefacts stored at ground level are beginning to show their age and look fake: I would therefore recommend replacement as soon as budgets permit, if Groom Lake 7 is to effectively maintain its cover. The glass elevator which took me down revealed how much more vast than its outward appearance the old nuclear bunker complex truly is. The concrete 'sky' stretches away endlessly into darkness, trailed with jetstreams of girder and cable. Arrival at Level One I was greeted with a sharp salute by a muscular young airman wearing a tight camouflage undershirt, patrol cap - and boots. From the waist down he was stark naked and sporting a dripping, very sizeable erection. 'Sir! Welcome to Groom Lake Research Facility, Sir!' I was unable to supress my shock but the airman carried out his duties as if nothing were amiss. He led me down a corridor to what he termed 'the Hub'. I had a perfect view of his high, tight muscle ass, which was speared by a thick rubber butt plug that worked his hole side to side as he moved. No wonder that dick was leaking. On the way we passed many more personnel, all naked below the waist, boned and dripping, many wearing butt plugs or even with dildo handles poking out of their asses; nobody noticing or caring, getting on with their day with an efficiency and normalcy that made their state of undress all the more surreal. In one area, an airman was handing over to a superior. Both men were absorbed by each other's clipboards, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their hard helmets were rubbing together, each soaked with the other man's free running juices. Naturally enough, given my proclivities, I was fully hard inside my briefs, aroused by the sight of all that prime manhood. The overall appearance of the place was clinical, with white walls and stark lighting, but on entering the Hub, I found myself in a dark circular chamber. The place was lit only by various monitor screens and displays. A half naked technician in a lab coat and boots sat at a control desk. He was lazily stroking his member when I entered, but quickly sprang to attention and snapped off a smart salute. I was received in friendly fashion by George Schultz (Head of Research) and Carmine Russo (Operations), who immediately asked me to address them as 'Doc' and 'Spike' respectively. As each shook my hand, I could not avoid staring at their own proudly displayed erections. Schultz laughed. 'We tend to be a little more relaxed here at Groom Lake.' He waved a hand at my exposure monitor, which had now changed from green to cherry red. 'I don't know why they still bother with those things up top. Exposure is practically guaranteed - Formula 51 is embedded in the very air particles down here. That's why the chiefs can't visit in person and usually send a hot young homo stud like yourself.' And here I had put my own erection down to natural causes. Spike swatted his pierced dickhead off-handedly. 'None of the staff bother with pants in the complex,' he growled 'Yuh hard 24/7, so it's jus more comfortable to let yuh boner stand free.' Indeed, there was no hiding the obvious bulge in my dress uniform and this time it was the other men's turn to gawk. Schultz chuckled again. 'Welcome to the Kidnap Factory, kid. I'm glad you're glad to be here. Why don't you go native and set the monster free... hang loose with the rest of us?' I declined the offer, for now at least, wanting to be taken seriously at the commencement of this inspection. Instead I picked up on Schultz's previous remark. 'The Kidnap Factory, sir?' Russo answered, with a sweep of his hand at the monitors. 'That's what the grunts dubbed this place, on account of how we take 90% of the test subjects against their will - from their beds, places of employment or even offa the streets - and then put them in cages. One poor schmuck, we grabbed from outside the church where he wuz about to get married, along wid his brother the head groomsman. The two of them ended up goin' on the honeymoon instead... right now they're probably fuckin' each other's brains out on a beach in Maui.' I found this incredibly exciting and asked for more details. 'So are they straight to begin with?' 'For the most part they would identify as such, yes,' Schultz put in. 'The official term is 'volunteered patriots', which is, of course, utter bullshit. We look out for family members who turn our crank and we abduct them for the program. We only release them once we're sure they're 'on-side' and are not going to seek litigation or cause some other form of security breach. So far we haven't had a 'graduate' who didn't thank us... warmly... for the widening of his - ahem - horizons... 'Of course, some actually do come to us voluntarily, albeit lured in as participants in a bogus drug trial. These tend to be blue collar types in the main, looking to make some extra cash.' Schultz beckoned me over to a monitor. 'In fact, here's a case in point, just came in yesterday.' He instructed the technician to load archive footage from 14:00 hours, yesterday. On the screen, a military truck pulled up to the outer bunker on the surface and two blindfolded men were escorted from the back and into the building. The video time stamp changed to 15:27. The two men, blindfolds now removed, sat side by side on a cold metal bench in a utilitarian waiting room. They were hunched forward, knees locked together, looking self-conscious. Both men were clad now only in identical white cotton boxer briefs, showing off their weather tanned, extremely muscular physiques. The older man, late forties, had salt and pepper hair. The younger, perhaps thirty, was dark. Both were handsome in an unremarkable, guy-next-door kind of way. Schultz lectured. 'The Redmonds work construction in Vegas and outlying areas. As you can see, despite being in top physical condition, Ray and his son Stuart aren't used to being so scantily clothed around each other. They are also keen to conceal from each other the erections induced by the ambient F51.' Next a blond doctor - fully dressed - ushers them into his office. With the assistance of an orderly, he commences a full physical inspection of father and son. 'Jackson, fast forward to the rectal exams, would you?' Schultz instructs the technician. ******** Now at 15:59, the video shows father and son both fully naked. Father is kneeling up on an examination chair, bent forward over the backrest, ass out. The underside of his balls and his long erection are visible, the dick pressing against the backrest. REDMOND: Doc, does my boy have to be here for this? DOCTOR: All part of the study, Mr Redmond - you don't mind, do you, Stuart? Stuart Redmond has been placed deliberately out of his father's eyeline but where he can get the best view of the exam. He is so rapt, staring at his father's fine ass, that he has forgotten to conceal his dripping erection. He shakes his head. STUART: Ehm, no, Doctor Summers, we're all fellas here. DOCTOR: Exactly. And so later, Ray, you can watch me anally examine your strapping son. Redmond Senior's dick throbs at this and a thin line of precum dribbles down the leather ridges of the backrest. Stu Redmond unconsciously begins kneading his balls. DOCTOR: I'm just going to inject some gel into your anus, Ray. Be prepared, it's a little cold. The man grunts an embarrassed reply. Stu, meanwhile, looks fixedly at the doctor's preparations. The doctor picks up a large syringe ending in a long, thin plastic nozzle. The gel within shimmers in a metallic way, like a 70s glitter lamp, and seems almost alive... ******** I asked Schultz to pause the playback. 'This is Formula 51, the doctor is about to give him?' 'Dear me, no. 51 is already doing its work in airborne form - has been since the Redmonds entered the complex. No, this is something new. Compound Runway is a gelloid emulsion in which thousands of nanites are suspended. You've read all those porn stories where guys claim to feel their partner's fuckrod unleash a sticky load deep up their asses?' 'Sure.' 'Well, it's bullshit. Other than stretch receptors, there are no nerve endings in the rectum. Until now, that is. Once inside, the nanites attach themselves to the tunnel walls and piggyback the neural ganglia in the prostatic plexus, sending information up the spinal column to the brain.' 'Oh my God. You really are a genius.' Schultz waved that away. 'Compound Runway lights up the landing strip so that you can actually feel that dick explode deep inside you every time. If you're real lucky, and he hits your prostate just so, it can feel like he's cumming up your own urethra. Every man on this base, airforce or captive, is fitted with nanites as basic protocol. Staff rectums are usually fitted with some kind of penetrative toy in order to keep their holes satisfied and so facilitate concentration on the job.' Schultz retarted the recording. ******** The doctor winks at Stu Redmond as he applies lubricant to the long thin nozzle of the syringe. He applies the nozzle tip to Ray's anus and slowly pushes it in deep, eliciting a shudder from the subject. He gradually pushes the plunger down to empty the nanites into the man's bowels. He removes the nozzle. Not bothering with a glove, the doctor then proceeds to slide a long forefinger up Mr Redmond's hole and slowly probe him with it. RAY: Aaaa-haha-ha-ha-haaarghhh... DOCTOR: Now, Ray, don't make a fuss in front of your boy, here... But Ray isn't listening. All of his attention is on that bony, penetrating finger and the unaccustomed sensations that are going on deep within his bowel. RAY: Ooooof...! Stu, watching, is tugging at his balls harder and harder... Soon the doctor has progressed through two to three fingers and is openly fucking Ray Redmond with them now. Ray is thrashing around, alternating between trying to escape his near fisting and thrusting back to greet it... RAY: Arghhhh... arghhh... arghle... DOCTOR: Feels good, don't it, Ray? RAY: Huff...huff...huff...huff... DOCTOR: You think maybe Stuart would enjoy it..? RAY: Oh God yes... do it to my son... do it to my son... The doctor fits Ray's ass with a sizable steel cone plug and flips a switch in the base to activate the slow build up of electro-stim in the man's cavity. Ray is purring when the doctor gets him down off the chair. Uncertain, yet excited, Stuart takes his father's place. The same procedure commences with the son, this time with his father shouting enouragement from the sidelines. Stu is soon moaning and thrashing around at fever pitch, just like his pa, and the doctor is finger fucking him furiously with three digits.' RAY: Ya know, Doc, I think he could use another finger up there. DOCTOR: Well come on over, Ray, and help me out! Dad is so overcome by the hotness of it all that before long the doctor allows him to take over. Over the next few minutes Ray is transported by the elastic nature of his son's hole - and the electro stimulation of his own ass by the hard metal plug - and frigs him mercilessly... no matter how much his son begs him to dial it down... And of course, it's only a matter of time before Stuart cries out for his daddy to fuck his ass six ways to Sunday and Ray is only too happy to oblige. He takes his boy there on the chair, still bent over the back rest, and rabbit fucks him like a bunny on speed, until Stu's load splatters down the ridged leather in seven, maybe eight jets and his father releases in the boy's now fully-sensitized hole... ******** Jackson killed the playback and I had to take a breath - I had been close to shooting in my briefs without touching myself. Schultz ordered another achive to be shown. 'With the genuine volunteers it's usually pretty smooth sailing. Not so with abductees. Understandable, really. Given the nature of their - ahem - recruitment, they have a built-in resistance to the whole experience. 'Here, for example, is another very similar couple. Cleesedale and Son is a plumbing firm run by these two good ol' boys down in Tennessee.' On the monitor appeared two men of comparable ages and build to the first pair. These guys were more handsome, clearly father and son. Surveillance cameras showed them wandering round an empty looking warehouse. 'We lured these two to a bogus job at an abandoned industrial park,' Russo explained, 'They got split up, tryin' to find the contractor, and after a little cat and mouse we jumped each of them.' ******** Each now alone, first the father is seized by black-clad commandos, then the son. Sacking is placed over their heads as they are bundled into an unmarked black van. The van pulls away at speed. Cut to their arrival at Area 51. During the journey, the men's matching grey coveralls have been wrenched open down the fronts, all the way to their crotches, displaying copious body hair on each man's ripped torso. Father and son's cock and balls have also been pulled out on display, and bound up tight with rawhide, jiggling as the two men struggle in a fury against the headlocks of their laughing captors, who hustle them in through the bunker entrance. Someone has also attached nipple clamps to the son's distended tits. DAD/SON: Get offa us, yew sissy queeeers! Lemme go! SON/DAD: Quit pokin' aht ma hole, ya godamm uppity faggots SON: Pa? Pa...ah FUCK they done got a whole finger upp'n ma shit chute agin... DAD: Quit bellyachin', Horace, an try not to bone up an' shame us lahk yer dun lass tahm... Ooooh... oooh, quit that at ma back door, ya muthafuckin ass bandit... SON: SHHHEEEE-it, who's hard now, Pa..? Jeez... jus' lookit the SAHZ o' that tallywhacker... DAD: You shut yor mouth, Horace... Son's flailing fist catches one of his ski-masked abductors on the nose, which earns him a sharp tug on the chain connecting his nipple clamps. SON: Youch! Aw, shit, thar goes m' boner agin... ******** Schultz had the archive jumped forward again. 'These two held out against everything we threw at them for seven full days of forced orgasms, mind games and corporal punishment - until here, on day eight...' ******** Father and son are in the same doctor's office as before, attended by the same blond doctor and two orderlies. Stark naked, each prisoner has been placed on a square metal gurney which is barely large enough to accommodate them in their present position: bent forward, over a large padded support, onto all fours; asses up, wrists and ankles shackled beneath stainless steels clamps - which are riveted to the metal surface. The men are quiet today. Of their colorful cussin and banter there is no sign. They may not have broken yet, but they are getting close, chastened as much by their dripping erections as by the floggings that still welt their backs and asses. Their gurneys have been positioned side by side. Ball-gagged, they can only eye each other as the doctor and one of the orderlies lube up a forefinger and begin to tease and poke at their still-virgin holes. Father regards son, son regards father. Is this the inevitable violation that they've both been dreading? Sweat beads and begins to roll down into their eyes. So far, though, doctor and orderly merely slide in a nozzle each and inject them with a cold gelloid solution... Unbeknownst to the Cleesedales, their asses fill with nanites. Dad frowns as unaccustomed sensations are relayed to his brain... Next they are both fitted with an enema hose... As the warm liquid fills - then overfills - their asses, father and son tear up and screw their eyes tight shut against the pressure. There is only relief when the doctor allows them to eject the solution into plastic pails held in position for them... The slender rubber training didldos which glide up inside them now are as nothing in comparison to all that water. The Cleesedales barely notice them until the doctor, a probe in each hand, finds their joyspots and gets prodding... ...surprise lights up their eyes now. Chests hitch and hips begin to stir as they slowly turn on to the feelings, their ball gags freeing them to enjoy the experience without having to give voice to any false protests... Then their faces cloud with trepidation, as they are shown the next size up of dildo... Each man moans in terror now, as his cunt is finally... ...properly... ...breached. A grunt now, as the dildo punches deep... ...deeper... ...deep into their guts... A shattering breath in, and then they huff and puff as the doctor begins to twist and torque the rubber prongs... The doctor takes them patiently up through another three grades of dildo, waiting until each man's breathing tells him he has become accustomed to the stretch. When uncomfortable grunts turn to moans, he knows he is ready... And all the while the two orderlies, scrubs down, rub and whip their faces with their engorged dicks. Father and son's faces are slick with the snail tracks of the orderlies' juices. Quite unconsciously, the two prisoners begin to nuzzle their cheeks into the warm, turgid flesh... At last, the doctor unveils a monstrous pale dildo, long as a snake and just as flexible. Father and son whimper in terror, until the doctor reveals that both ends are capped by a generous mushroom head. It is a double dildo, intended to penetrate both of them simultaneously... ...to unite them in their ravishment... The heads are larger that anything they've taken previously, the girth thicker... but little by little both holes stretch... and surrender to the violating phallus that connects them now... The Cleesedales each watches the other's reactions, as his agony succumbs to ecstasy. Their faces dark with lust, they lock eye contact... panting... enjoying the pain in the other's eyes... reviling the awful, forbidden pleasure they find... ...in each other... There is no one else in the room for them. Just them. Father and son. Father and son and the terrible, glorious raping of their cunts... An hour later, Son wails his despairing, long-edged release as the doctor roughly yanks out the string of anal balls he has just spent the last twenty minutes packing up there... causing Son to jettison the pent up torrent of semen in squirt after squirt onto the gurney between his ankles... Dad wails too in sympathy, though his own member merely twitches against the pressure of his still fully-packed assfull. Their connection is unbroken as Son spirals down, breath hitching, from his climax - until, that is, the orderlies roll Dad away and reposition his gurney directly behind that of his boy's. With a flick of a wrist the two gurneys are locked together, becoming one long gurney - father bolted to the surface right behind his son's upthrust ass. There is an electric stillness in the room. The sound of Son's breath shallows and stops, as if he's holding it in anticipation. Dad looks at the copious puddle of semen, now practically under his nose, so pungent he can taste it on his tongue. The only odor stronger than the spunk is the smell of ass. All that ass-play has undone the good of the cleansing enema from earlier... Slowly Dad raises his head and is faced by the still dilated orifice of his son's breached hole. The two hairy globes of that perfect young man's bubble butt. Dad breathes in the scent... ...and sighs... Son feels Dad's breath on his balls and bones up again. A moment. An eternity. Dad's mouth waters. He mustn't. He knows it's wrong. An almost audible creak as he holds his body in check. And then Dad's mouth is clamped to that hole like a starving man, his tongue punched deep up his son's fundament, tasting shit and the iron tang of the flesh within. His lips form a seal that allows him to suck at the hole, bringing tender flesh into greater contact with his tongue. Son arches his back and shouts in joy, revelling in the incredible tongue-rape, glorying in the knowledge that it is his own father's forbidden mouth that is giving him such pleasure. SON: Ohhh... YEAAAAH... EAT ma dirty hole out, Daddy! DAD: Mmmmmf... mmmmmmmmm.... nnnnffff... nnnfff... SON: Clean UP all them skid marks... DAD: MMMMM! Thluurp... thluuurp... thluuuuuuuurp! After several minutes of this, he laves spit against his boy's full furry balls and sucks them into his mouth, one at a time. Finally, fellating the head of his engorged dick, he is rewarded with a mouthfull of rich, tangy ejaculate as the younger man cums a second time. Having acquired the taste for it now, Dad hungrily licks up the boy's earlier load from the surface of the gurney and swallows it down. Still not satisfied he holds the spent dickhead in his mouth and whines until Son gets the idea and lets go his full bladder into his father's gulping throat. All this time his own dick has been straining and throbbing, fucking at a phantom hole and aching for release. An orderly releases the clamps holding him to the gurney. Released from his bonds, father springs up in a frenzy of fucklust and plunges his rod into his son's hole in one stroke. Fully stretched by all the assplay, Son welcomes the intrusion with a gasp of surprise but little pain. Balls deep, Dad utters a sigh of relief before he pounds his son's ass so hard it nearly sends the gurney wheeling off around the room, but the doctor and orderlies hold it steady, the doctor plunging a fresh dildo in and out of dad's hole all the while. ******** The monitor went dark. 'And there you have it,' Schultz crowed, 'another success story. Sooner or later, they all break. I was, at that moment, preoccupied by altogether another matter. I appeared to have cum in my pants. It helped little that every other man in the room had also spontaneously ejaculated and that the air was now yeasty with the scent. 'Erm... I think I'll remove my pants now, gentlemen,' I croaked in an awkward manner. Schultz saw my predicament and shrugged. 'Tried to warn you, Son. That's what F51 does to ya. Jackson, clean-up detail!' 'Sir, yes, sir!' replied Jackson, helping me off with my soiled clothing. I was only expecting the airman to fetch a towel. By the time he had finished licking my crotch and dick clean, I was fully-hard again. His tongue poking up my keyster didn't really help it go down any... 'At ease, Airman,' Schultz commanded, 'Somehow I don't think the lieutenant managed to spunk up inside his own hole.' Jackson desisted. I began to drip as I watched him also lick up Doc and Spike's loads off the floor as well. At last, Jackson left for he laundry with my pants. Meanwhile I stared down at my naked, throbbing boner. 'Congratulations,' Spike remarked drily, 'yuh one of us.' I thought it wise to remove my dress jacket while I was at it - the complex was kept running pretty warm, I'd noted. Hardly surprising with all the naked and half-naked men occupying the place. 'If I may, Sir - erm - Doc, I'd like to begin my inspection now.' 'Certainly, Lieutenant, Spike here is at your disposal.' I gulped. Spike Russo is a pretty intimidating fellow. 'Thank you, Spike.' Spike grinned, displaying those needle-like teeth of his. Level Two We took a service elevator down to the next level, and the doors opened on a corridor pretty identical to the one we had just left - white walls and stark lighting. One difference, though, was a glass wall along one side that looked into what appeared to be a series of cells. Within each was a single occupant. They were mostly mature daddy types; some hairy, some smooth, some bearded, some not, but each was fully naked, a prime, muscled specimen displaying a sizeable endowment. They stood, sat or lay in various poses, suggesting a range of emotions - from despair, through boredom, to wall-climbing horniness. Several of the men were masturbating openly, their eyes closed tight against the reality of their captivity. 'As you mighta guessed,' Spike explained to me, 'this is where we house all the hold-outs, like dem two plumbers you saw on the tape. We can jack 'em, we can suck 'em... we can fuck 'em until their dicks explode... but still they won't break and play family ball. Sumptin about social conditionin', Doc`says. Givin' into their incestuous urges has to come natural.' Now we passed a cell occupied by two men. The older was flat on his back, strapped into what Spike called a 'throne' - a complicated looking barbershop chair with stirrups. A steel band encircled his torso just below an impressive chest and his legs were tethered to the stirrups and spread wide. One arm, however, was left free... A fireplug of a stud, who could only be the other man's son, stood at his side. The young jock was as naked as his dad, apart from a pair of assless underwear, the word 'slut' adorning the waistband above his smooth, hard globes. The front pouch bulged obscenely and his dripping dickmeat pulsed over the top of the elastic at the front. The boy stood between his father's legs with a shaving brush, generously laving the man's crotch with cream. The father, whose jaw was also covered in shaving cream, awaiting grooming, had his head turned away and his eyes screwed shut in denial of what was happening. His rock hard dick, however, told a whole other story. It rose out of the shaving foam, a tower rearing proudly out of the waves. It twitched and wept in the son's firm grasp, as the boy manouvered it out of the way of the sweeping razor. The son teased his father's crotch with slow, sensual movements, grinning mischievously up at his dad as he shaved him. The blade whickered over the tight, cum-packed balls, and lower, over the hard bulge of the perineum. Then up again, around the base of the dick... Son edged himself forward and allowed the poking head of his dick to nudge in under his dad's balls - and worry at the pucker beneath... 'No... Carter, no..' moaned the father, his head thrashing, 'This is wrong... so wronggg... nghhhhh...'. With his free hand he pushed his son away. Son grinned wider and he retreated, his dick-head now covered in the shaving cream from the entrance to his father's hole. He released his grip on his father's meat. 'Time to rinse you off down here, big fella...' Son pulled down the waistband of his slutty underwear to set his dick free. He then unleashed a torrent of hot piss all over his father's crotch, dick and balls, hosing away the foam and loose hairs. Dad gritted his teeth. His dick began to throb and jerk. The man scowled with effort, and in an incredible show of willpower, managed not to cum... 'Now willya look at that,' the boy taunted, 'aaaaall baby smooth... from stem to stern...' and he ran his tongue all over his father's smooth balls and scrotum... Father whimpered, helplessly... Son ran his own baby smooth balls up and down those of his father and gripped the two sets together in a tight fist that had them both gasping. Dad's dickmeat was busily betraying its owner, as it bobbed up and down, eager as a puppy to be petted... We left the two of them, with Dad's hand against his boy's head, desperately holding his son's mouth off the dick that made him... Further down, one hot bearded stud had lost it completely, and was shouting out his grievances. 'Do ya know what they wants me ta do? They wants me to ream out my sons' holes, man! My own sons! And let them ram their big jock dicks up my cunt... Probably gonna have 'em double dick me... Filthy bastards! Filthy degenerate bastards!' Yet despite his protestations, he was excitedly dry-humping the glass at the front of his enclosure, his spongy dick squashed flat. The glass was filthy in that spot, streaked with previous loads. The guy in the next cell was thrashing around on his bunk, three fingers pistoning in and out of his hole with a fury as he fisted his dick... 'Oh GOD!' he begged the verbal guy, 'Don't stop talkin', don't stop talkin...' Other nearby prisoners, however, had their hands clamped over their ears, weping as they fought to shut out the insistent commentary - though their untouched dicks bobbed and seeped fluids just the same... 'Yeah...' continued Verbal Dad, 'both rapin' my cunt with their proud young juicy jock dicks... pissin' up inside me when they're done...' This was too much for the other guy, who exploded a hot sticky mess all over himself. At the sight of me and Spike with our dripping dicks jutting out in front of us, Verbal Dad blasted thick ropes of cum up the glass and all over his own face... groaning out his ecstasy... He held eye-contact with us as he slowly crouched down and licked his load off the window, getting it all in his beard, grinning a crazed, slutty little grin at us... Spike looked first at the guy lying on his bunk and spoke into a radio mic. 'Control, I believe Mr Randall is ready to be reunited with his brother and son on Level Four.' He then looked at Verbal Dad. 'And I think Agent MacIntyre is due another visit from his sons...' Hearing this, Verbal Dad looked hunted and withdrew into a corner where he curled up in a ball. Spike explained. 'Came in undercover as part of a federal sting op lookin' inta father and son disappearances...' Doc's words came back to me: sooner or later, they all break. A little ways further on I began to hear a rapid slapping sound - the unmistakable ringing of flesh on flesh. An older man, who looked to be in his late 50s, had a naked young jock sprawled over his lap and he was whaling on that fine young booty, turning it redder and redder as he gave him a thorough spanking. 'Dirty, dirty boy,' the man ranted, 'tempting yo own grandfawther inta sin... like some li'l whore...' SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Genuine anger suffused the hot polar bear's features. The young jock, however, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the chastisement, as he ground his very hard dick into his grandpa's naked thigh... 'Oooh, yeah, Grampappy!' he encouraged, 'I been a real bad li'l slut... I need a real man to correct me...' Even Grandpa's own dick was angry, doing its own chastising as it beat upward into the boy's ridged six-pack. Every now and then, grandfather and grandson's dickheads butted, then nuzzled up together and kissed wet, sloppy kisses... 'Oooh... oooh,' says Spike, 'think we're in for a ringside seat at history in the makin', buddy...' 'You mean...' I gasp... 'Yup,' replies Spike with a wolfish grin, 'You're in for a treat. Ol' Grampappy's about to turn...' My dick throbbed in anticipation. 'Not enuff ya lured yo po' Daddy inta depravity,' the older man yelled, 'but now ya temptin' me with yo sinful fleshly ways...' 'Oh, but Grampappy, ah cain't help it none - Daddy fucks ma taght jock hole so goooood...' If anything, the spanking grew more frenzied... ''Man shall not lie down with man...'' And yet now the old man's hand began to caress the burning buns between spanks. ''...It is an ABOMINATION!'' A finger, now, in the boy's cunt. 'Ooooh Grampaw...' The punishment had switched from spanking to hard fingering. The jock was in heaven and wriggled his hips, making their two dickheads mash up against each other even more. The boy reached down between his grandfather's feet and picked up what appeared to be an open-ended fleshlight. While he bucked his ass up to meet his grandfather's fingering, he managed to slip one end over his hard meat and the other over his grandfather's. The two dicks slid deep within, meeting piss-sit to piss-slit, where the sensitive helmets ground into each other, rubbing up and down... mating... feeding cock slime back and forth... The two men were now effectively docked inside the toy... two hot studs conjoined by one throbbing tool between them... 'Don' think ah don' know what ya'll about down there, boy,' Gramps grunted breathily, 'but ah am a RIGHTEOUS man, an' ah will NOT be tempted...' Mr Righteous had, by now, two fingers up his grandson's hole and was drilling them deeper... deeper... making wider and wider circles... As the two dickheads rubbed tightly against each other, the fleshlight got slicker and slicker with their juices. Grandpa's ever deeper investigation of his grandson's hole rendered evidence of further crimes. 'Confess, boy!' His voice was getting more excited and uneven. 'Is this yo own fawther's semen, lodged deep in yo taaght hole?' 'Ungh-ungh-ungh... yes, Grampappy... ungh- ungh-ungh...' 'Then the crime of Sodom must be met with sanction!' Completely unaware of his own actions, the old man popped his cum-slick fingers into his mouth and cleaned off his son's load with his tongue. He then picked up a leather paddle from the cell floor and recommenced the assault on the boy's ass in slow, deliberate strokes. Both men grunted now. Ball-juice began to seep out of either end of the fleshlight. Grandpa seemed hypnotised as he finally threw down the paddle and ran both hands over the young rump beneath him, squeezing and spreading the fiery buns, hawking gob and spit over them and rubbing it in like salve. 'Stand up, boy,' he commanded distantly. The young jock obeyed - the fleshlight released them with a resentful, liquid smack! - and the grandfather rose from his seat, also. From a table he retrieved a long metal rod and brandished it before his grandson... 'This wus given tuh me by the warden of this here correctional facility fuh jus' this moment, boy, and he instructed me in its deployment...' Grampappy inserted one end of the steel sound into his own piss slit and slid half of it down into his urethra. 'UNGHH...' the man grunted, 'For the flesh is weak... unghh... and mus' be... unghh... chastised...' For a moment there, Gramps seemed to get lost enjoying his own chastisement, as he pumped the sound up and down inside his own dick a few times, to the mesmerised delight of his grandson. Then he came to and regarded the boy. 'Are ya ready tuh receive yor chastisement, boy?' Jock-boy nodded enthusiastically. Grampappy stepped closer to his grandson, his steel-lanced dick leading the way, until the other end of the sound poked at the boy's own throbbing piss-slit. Both men gasped in unison as Gramps took hold of the other dick, penetrated it, and guided the instrument down the young jock's urethra. And at last their dickheads kissed once more, this time united by a steel core. Grandfather and grandson both raised their heads in unison and looked deep into each other's eyes. 'Penitence is a thing of beauty, boy,' growled Gramps huskily. And then he grabbed his grandson behind his head and kissed him deep and rough, as a man should kiss another man. And as Gramps plunged his tongue into the trembling jock's mouth, so he began to draw back and thrust his hips, fucking his boy's dick with his own... 'See,' said Spike, 'when they do break, they break hard. That kid won't be walkin' straight for a week after Grampa's finished with all his holes. 'Course, he'll have a pretty big grin on his face...' I could have stood there watching those two all day, but Spike indicated that it was time to move on down to the next level. We left them there, moaning into each other's mouths, dick to dick, as they ran their hands all over each other's firm, furry bodies. As we passed the shaving twosome again, I noticed that the shaving tackle lay discarded on the floor. Son was now balls deep, reaming the shit out of his father. Dad's head was thrown back, gasping, shaving cream still on his face but now spattered with gobbets of his own cum, as the boy savaged his left nipple with his teeth... Dad's one free arm clutched his son to him tightly, his hand grasping that fine ass, two fingers inside the boy-hole, urging him on. Yup. Sooner or later, they all break. Level Three It was much darker at this level, the lighting subdued. Instead of white plaster, the place had been left an unspoiled cave - and even though the floor had been machined smooth, it still had its share of stalagmites intact and some really beautiful crystal formations. The mood lighting caused Spike to lapse into hushed tones. 'We call this level "Dreamland" - fuh reasons that'll soon become pretty obvious... This level connects to an old silver mine that got worked out in the 1880s. We kinda adapted it some.' He laughed. 'Kinda reminds me of home...' I didn't exactly understand how that could be. The man came from New York City - and who the hell lives in a cave? Or a silver mine? Spike mystefied me further by saying I'd have to visit his club on the Lower East Side some day. Over Spike's shoulder, I had a brief but very definite glimpse of a naked blond fellow as he ducked back out of site behind a rock wall. 'Erm...' I asked carefully, 'Has one of the dads from Level Two escaped by any chance?' Spike raised an eyebrow. 'Blond guy? About 39? Killer body?' 'Well, that doesn't exactly narrow it down around here,' I replied, raising an eyebrow of my very own, 'but... yeah, that was him.' Spike chuckled. 'Don' sweat it. That's Scorbey. Yeah, he's one of the newer arrivals. And yeah, he's a hold-out from the jail block. We only let him think he's escaped. Doc's got his own game runnin wit dat one. Scorbey thinks he's been on a rescue mission for his son the last coupla days. Ha! Thinks he's gonna get them both outta here. 'So if ya catch sight of him again, just pretend ya ain't seen nuthin, okay?' We moved on. As we made our way through the series of chambers and tunnels, we would come across various men copulating - in couples, threesomes, or even small orgy groups. Some grabbed at our dicks as we went by, and once or twice Spike would allow a man to nurse on his prodigious pierced dick for a while. I myself was serviced by a young man whose father had stopped me and offered his boy's mouth. I was so excited by the man's lewd whoring out of his son - and the son's expert oral skills - that I soon came hard down the young stud's throat. All the time his dad was beating off to his son's debasement... ...and as soon as I finished using the whore's throat, he was glued to his dad's mouth... feeding that hot daddy my load, the two of them groaning in piggy ecstasy as the boy ground his hole down on his dad's pulsing tool... I didn't mind them using me to get each other hot. Hell, I was happy to volunteer! The first real thing of note we came to was a circular hole in the floor, maybe six feet across, that was too perfectly round to have been formed by nature. 'This is what we call 'the Well'. Have a look inside.' I peered in over the rim. The Well had been sunk around twelve feet down. An extremely muscle-bound, extremely pale father and son couple were locked in each other's arms down there. They were bald as billiard balls and their eyebrows had been shaved - as had every other hair on their massive bodies... ...Both men wore platinum slave collars... They appeared to be standing waist-deep in gallon upon gallon of hot, fresh manpiss... Their mouths were glued to each other, in a slow, deep, sensual make-out session. 'MMMMMmmmmm...' they moaned, dazed by rampant incestuous lust... 'MMMMM! Sluuuurp... sluuurp... sluurp...' A gob of spit from father to son... 'Mmmmmmwawmmmmm...lick...mmm... savor...mm...' Now and then one would duck his head under the piss and feed a hot, salty mouthful to the other when he emerged... and then... ... back at it again, macking on each other like happy meals. At one point they broke apart and leaned back, all the better to grind their hips together. They revealed big, blunt, hammerhead dicks, which were tightly gripped together in a silicone pressure cuff. The dicks were pressed underside to underside. And the cuff seemed... alive. It was... writhing on them, working their meat, squeezing and crushing those dicks, mashing those piss-tubes together. Their red, angry helmets poked out the top of the cuff. A flexible plastic sound emerged from dad's piss slit, looped over in an arc, and plumbed down into the son's. A double sound, it appeared. It too was moving, wriggling like a white silicone worm, retracting and plunging down their piss slits in unison. And now I looked closer, each man was impaled on a thick segmented dildo that reared up from beneath the waves of piss and was rapidly fucking him... I looked at Spike in awe. 'What yuh seein,' he explained, 'is Doc's genius at work. Ever heard of SmartReed technology?' I nodded. It was classified but I had clearance. 'Well, that's what's running the sound, the SmartCuff and the dildos. Sumptin to do with wireless commands from the software.' He shrugged. 'Doc tells it better. The piss is real, anyways, kept fresh by an old formula of his.' The couple in the well worked their hips, thrusting forward into each other, and then grinding their asses back onto the fake dicks imbedded in them. They groaned, licked tongues, and returned to frenching, lowering their bodies deeper into the bath of piss and wallowing in it... 'Hard tuh believe they wuz two hairy, pussy-chasin' heavies fuh the mob before we grabbed 'em, ain't it?' I nodded. 'And this is their dream? How long have they been down there?' 'Only a coupla hours. Their record is six - Doc won't let 'em stay in any longer - I guess they go pruney.' And so we moved on. There was that blond dad again, flitting through the shadows, but this time I paid him no attention. In any case, I was too distracted by the bizzare sight of a New York subway carriage, seemingly lodged in the rock wall of a secret subterranean base in Nevada. 'It's a mock-up,' Spike explained, 'We just snatched a whole bus-load of high school jocks on their way home from a game yesterday. Most of their dads or guardians wuz on board too.' 'And the subway car?' 'The Rape Train. Already here from a previous fantasy. 'Sides, why not?' We stepped inside. The car was fully rigged for electricity and it sat on a dolly that rocked it from side to side as if it were travelling through tunnels. Lights flickered past the windows realistically and subway system sound effects loudly played over a speaker. But audible even above the rickety-racketting of the train were the moans and cries of a dozen young athletes and their seniors. The air was steamy with so many sweaty bodies on board, and it reeked of piss, cum and sex. There was not only a full football team, plus their fathers and a couple of coaches, but a full contingent of Spike's men, clad in black hoodies and ski masks from the waist up, naked from the waist down. The captives were in various states of undress, from exposed genitalia to full nakedness. Practically all were were enduring some kind of violation, be it fingering or full-on double penetration... ...the poor senior coach was currently writhing and sobbing as some black-clad assailant had him bent over and was elbow deep, fisting his hairy cunt... ... another of the guards held the poor sap's mouth wide open and was pissing into it with a dark yellow arc... ...but coach was drinking it all down, not missing a drop, and there was quite the puddle of spent semen on the leather seating between the dude's spread thighs... Elsewhere, captives were bound by their wrists to the overhead hand rails. One dad and son had been placed face to face, their hard dicks jammed together within a SmartCuff, both having their asses raped hard by two well-hung captors. The guards forced their heads together and ordered them to kiss. The pair obeyed, but only with the greatest reluctance. I watched, fascinated, as the combination rough fucking and F51 stripped away their resistance... as distaste turned to heat... and they surrendered to the forbidden pleasure and began frenching in earnest, grinding their dicks together, beginning to rock out on the dicks drilling their cunts... They even began to kiss their rapists, all four men exchanging gob and spit, back and forth... dad feeding his guard's rich drool into his son's open mouth... tongues lashing and fighting for the thick salivary coating... ... the guards yelled out as they unloaded up the plundered holes. A fountain of cumm jetted upward from the SmartCuff as the two prisoners spurted hot, ropey jism over each other's chests and faces... ...which led to a whole lot more licking and feeding... As we left the train car, Doc was waiting for us. He was naked now, except for a leather harness and chaps. He was one hot daddy. He laughed at Spike. 'Thought I might find you here.' Spike chuckled. 'Hadda check my team wuz keepin' busy.' Doc nodded. 'Decided to join you both for the last few legs of the tour. I was on my way down to Four for some R&R anyway.' 'Okay,' said Spike, 'though we ain't quite done on Three yet.' Spike now led the way to a side chamber. It was a little off the main thruway of the tunnels and was lit here by honest to God flaming torches in sconces. The flickering light was, somehow, incredibly sexy. On one side of the chamber, a row of stalacmites reached up from the floor to meet stalactites above, like a row of long, sharp teeth, effectively forming a screen. A finger to his lips, Spike led us behind it so that we could watch unseen. On a filthy-looking, narrow mattress sat two naked figures. It could have been a scene from the Arabian Nights or something. Well. The R rated version, anyway. The older man was bony and ethnic, his skin a dark coffee, like maybe he was from India or somewhere. His dark eyes were huge in that incredibly gaunt face and he wore a thin, scraggy beard. Although he was thin as a rail, he had wiry muscle and looked strong. The other figure, who currently had his head in the Indian guy's lap, was his polar opposite. This kid was a well-fed wall of muscle, his hair was buzzed short at the back and sides, but was capped by a crown of tight blond curl. When he came up for air, his chiselled good looks came into view. But that wasn't what I was looking at. Instead I was transfixed by what was revealed between the Indian's legs. 'Holy crap!' I whispered. I sensed Spike chuckle to himself. 'That's Ali,' he explained, 'we call him 'Ali the Fakir', cos'a the snake he keeps in his basket.' And the thing that reared up between his legs might well have been a King Cobra at that. It was simply the longest dick I have ever seen. 'Over fourteen inches,' whispered Doc in my ear, 'topping the longest erect dick on record.' On its skinny owner, it looked even longer - and not exactly thin around. The cut head flared, set at a slight angle to the column. The very sight of it made my eyes water. Now the Indian got the kid up onto all fours, ass towards him, and he began fingering the moaning boy with a bony digit. I became aware of a third figure in the tableau - and the reason the three of us needed to be so stealthy here. Standing at another entrance to the chamber was a tall blond stud who had to be the kid's father. He stood apart from the pair on the mattress, pressed back against the rock wall almost as if he wanted to disappear into it... It was my first proper look at the guy, but immediately I recognised the escapee Scorbey. Blond Dad. Well, it looked like he'd finally located his son. I whispered to Spike. 'What's the story with that guy?' Spike answered in a similar hush. 'Scorbey's a cop - local law enforcement in Vermont. Just after Labor Day, he wuz one of two arrestin officers escortin a couple of assets of ours, the Luzi brothers, to the county jail. We extracted our men and took dis guy and his partner as well.' Doc took up the story. 'Imagine our delight when we discovered that both men were fathers to strapping high school football players. But we had to let a couple of months go by before snatching the boys, so as not to make too direct a link between the two abductions. 'Meanwhile we kept the dads on ice in a facility in Roswell. Shamus there has been in the Factory for a whole week and has become quite the muscle slut, but his dad arrived only three days ago, in the cells above.' 'And he's been looking for him ever since?' I asked. Doc looked at me. 'Didn't Spike tell you? He found the kid here with Ali the Fakir on the first day. He didn't do a thing except watch them fuck, and he's been back to visit every day since.' Dad may not have been here long, but the effects of 51 had hit him just the same. He was trying to hide his boner from his son, but it was hard and dripping behind his hand. Shamus and Ali had their eyes locked on Scorbey Senior. As the Indian prodded his anus, Shamus wiggled his hips and groaned. He stared at his father's dick and licked his lips. 'Your boy is hungry,' provoked the Fakir, his voice high and heavily accented, 'hungry for his father's cock...' Scorbey shook his head mutely, his face a battlefield between horror and lust. The Indian was now running the helmet of that massive dick up and down Shamus's trench. 'He is empty within... incomplete... his ass pines for you...' The boy, eyes closed, rolled his head back pushed out his ass. He whimpered as the fakir breached his hole - then sighed lustily as the skinny man sank his weapon all the way in, balls deep... Again, my eyes watered and I winced - it was a wonder the head of the Indian's cobra wasn't sticking out of the boy's open mouth... Ali grabbed the boy's massive, meaty shoulders and began to pummel him without mercy. Shamus cried out again and again. He looked up at his father and grinned lewdly. 'Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh... So good, Dad... sooooo fucking gooood...' Scorbey had his hand jammed in his mouth to stifle a scream, but he was utterly transfixed and unable to look away... his bobbing, leaking dick now fully exposed and enjoying the show... The fakir was pulling almost all the way out of Shamus now, before plunging all the way back in, long-dicking the boy.... Doc grabbed me in excitement as Scorbey took a step towards them. 'Your innocent, clean-cut son,' Ali goaded him, 'defiled and despoiled... lusting for my brown cock... a whore... a slut... a...' He never got the last word out, as Scorbey lashed out with a fist and knocked the fakir's head aside with a solid right hook... 'You sonofabitch...' Scorbey growled, 'get the fuck out of my son...' Yet Ali didn't miss a stroke. He merely smiled, his lip bleeding, and still he went on fucking Scorbey's son. Scorbey hauled at the man under his arms to try and pull him off Shamus, but the fakir must have been using some kind of weird Eastern mojo shit, cause he didn't budge, but carried on pummelling. Now Scorbey wrapped his arms around the Indian's waist, trying to prise him off that way. He pulled and pulled at the man's mid-section, his huge arms bulging but to no effect, tears running down his face. 'Damn you!' he yelled, 'Damn you!' And he slammed the Indian's hips forwards... deeper into his son. Then again. Then again. Suddenly, instead of trying to remove the man from his son's hole, he was forcing more of that dick of death into it... 'Fuckhim...fuckhim...fuckhim...fuckhim...' Scorbey ranted, now pushing at the fakir's skinny ass, spanking it, slapping it, urging him on... Scorbey was effectively fucking his son with the Indian's dick... Shamus was taking it all like a champ, moaning whorishly... ...Dad yelled his heated anger and rammed his own thick, juicy prong straight up the Indian's shitter... ...pile-driving both himself and the Indian into his son's hole... 'Fuckhimharder...fuckhimharder...fuckhimharder...' he commanded. The Indian barely reacted, smiling as if this was what he had been waiting for... Now here's the weirdest thing. I could swear I only blinked, but the next moment the Indian fakir was gone, and Dad was rabbit fucking his son directly. The jock arched his back and they kissed in a sort of hungry fury, lost deep in the fuck frenzy of it all... I looked at Doc, who smiled back in sympathy at my confusion. 'An interesting fellow, Ali,' he remarked, and that seemed all he was prepared to say on the matter. Back out in the tunnels I asked Doc what had become of Scorbey's partner. 'Ah, well that's where Spike's taking us now - to the Lagoon.' When we emerged into a large cavern, I couldn't decide how much was real in here and how much had been faked. There was a second screen of stalactites and 'mites - identical to the other one. I was pretty sure now that both must be synthetic, used as viewing 'hides' that blended in with their environment. But whether the steaming lagoon here was the result of naturally occuring hot springs, I couldn't decide. It was big - around the size of four Olympic swimming pools set in a square, and its rocky shore was irregular. Reeds and grasses grew thickly, both in and out of the water, and pale blue lighting gave the illusion of dawn... The steam made it difficult to see, but I was fairly sure that was a naked boy lying unconscious out near the middle of the lagoon, cradled by a clump of reeds, his sleep hardon standing like the mast of a ship. A second, older boy was similarly sprawled in the shallows closer to the far western shore. To the north rose a little spit of island, with what looked like the pillars and capital of a ruined Greek temple. Weird. Now that had to be fake, surely. An older man lay asleep on the island. Like his two sons he was stark naked and sporting a dripping erection that had nothing to do with a need to piss. The man writhed in the midst of an erotic dream. Spike beckoned Doc and me in behind the screen. The space was wider back here and chairs had been set up in advance. I gestured out at the lagoon. 'What is all that out there?' It was Doc who answered. 'I wanted to give you a demonstration worth reporting back on to your superiors. What you're about to see is the culminaion of what we've achieved with SmartReed technology.' 'Okaaay... but the men out there?' 'Police Officer Dallas Kiegle, partner to Adam Scorbey, and his two sons Ty and Luther. That's Luther in the middle. They have only been in Groom Lake since this morning and they're about to wake from the sedatives we administered earlier.' We fell into a hush as the Kiegles began to stir one by one, groggy and disoriented. ******** 'Hello...?' Luther called out, looking around. He propped himself up on his elbows. 'Shit, where are my clothes..?' A voice came to him from the island. 'Luther? Luther, son, is that you...?' 'Dad!' the boy cried out in joy, 'You're okay! Jeeze, where you been the last coupla months? Mom's been worried sick...' He looked around. 'Where you at, Dad? I'll come find you...' 'Erm...' came the slightly embarrassed reply, '...just stay put for now son - till we figure out where we are - besides, I... I don't appear to have any clothes on...' Luther grinned at this, but nevertheless his hard dick gave a jump at this knowledge and began to leak... he and his dad were both naked... together... The unaccustomed thought made him frown - but was forgotten as something slithered by him in the water. Shit. Were there water snakes in here with him? Or some kind of eel? Neither would be good news. Luther kept very still - he was still feeling very light-headed and didn't trust himself to move anyway. Then something else glided over his outstretched leg and he had to stifle a cry. The something began to wrap itself around his leg and squeeze. Luther's eyes widened. He pictured the giant anaconda from those movies, getting ready to swallow him whole... But what suddenly reared up out of the water between his legs was somehow so much worse... It was a big dick. An impossibly long, impossibly flexible, fleshy, big dick which had coiled around his leg and now risen up to terrify him. It was easily the length of an anaconda, but attached to no discernible body beneath the waters of the lagoon. ******** In the hide, I too uttered an exclamation of shock.' 'Jesus H. Christ!' Schultz patted my arm and chuckled. 'They look good, don't they? A core of SmartReeds, driven by pleasure-sensitive software, encased in specially designed flesh grown from stem cells...' ''They'...' I gasped, 'I only see one!' 'Wait and see...' ******** Luther was rendered incapable of uttering anything other than a series of deep grunts of the most primal terror... His Dad called out to him. 'Luther - you okay, boy?' But Luther couldn't answer. Couldn't scream. He knew what it was. It was judgement on him for looking at all that tentacle porn manga shit online. The dripping head turned its one-eyed slit towards him, causing the boy to let loose a jet of piss in his terror, splattering the undulating shaft of the thing. The head turned down to regard his pissing dick. The urethral slit opened... widened into a gaping maw... and plunged down to engulf Luther's dick in one gulp. Luther nearly passed out, expecting the thing to somehow chomp his dick off at any second. Instead, however, it seemed to siphon up his spent urine and then proceeded to suck and massage the entire length of the boy's dick with its wet, silky innards... ...sending immediate pleasure sensations to his brain and balancing out the fear... 'Aaah-uuuh....' he moaned, 'aaah-uuuh-umph...' Luther watched, as his dick was buried to the balls inside of this other dick which was now blowing him like a mouth... In no time the horny sixteen-year-old had given himself over to the pleasure, uncaring of how grotesque the source might be, and he began to buck his hips in order to fuck that giant dick ever deeper... So when more dick-shaped tentacles sprang up around him, he barely noticed... ...two of the dicks latched onto his budding boy tits... and needle like teeth within the piss-slit began to gnaw on his young nubs... causing him to writhe with the pleasure-pain of it... 'Ahhhh....noooo.... quit that, it hurts...' Some vaccuum within the piss-slits sucked his sensitive nipples deeper within and they began to weave and pull at them, biting harder... 'Arghhh... no, I said... quit... ahhh... ooooh... ...yeah, man... bite me... bite me...' The nipple dicks began seeping moist precum as they chewed his tits, rivulets of cock slime that dribbled out and began running all over the young athletes full pectorals... They lifted off him for a moment and he gasped at how red and swollen his nipples had become... and how much more sensitive... he groaned out long and low as the phallic heads nudged at them and teased them, before sucking those angry red nubs in again for more delicious torment... More tentacles began to wrap his body in their coils, each spitting dick juice over him until his body was coated and slippery wth their slime... sensually gliding back and forth over him... until he was crying out with sensory overload... Until, that was, one of the tentacles decided that turnabout was fair play and planted its dickhead in his open mouth... Luther's eyes shot open in alarm and all of a sudden it was all just too much... ...too weird... ...too scary... ...but it was too late. He had given himself over to the ecstasy of the tentacles and they held him fast, wrapped around every limb and they were now lifting him... manouvering him... putting him in a pose that left his asshole alarmingly vulnerable... Luther screamed uselessly into the dick that was raping his mouth - and for the first time became aware of similarly muffled cries from his dad and his brother... As he was lifted higher, out of the reeds and into mid-air, he caught sight of the rest of his family... Ty had been lifted into the air, like him, but turned over so that he was facing the water. He was trying to thrash and struggle but the tentacles held him fast... while another pumped his mouth with continuous ejaculation... ...much like Luther himself was experiencing... gak! heave! Dad, meanwhile, was pinned halfway up a pillar, dozens of tentacles issuing from somewhere inside the temple and wrapping his naked, cum-soaked body in their embrace... pinning back his arms and legs, pulling them around the pillar... thrusting forward his heaving chest and crotch... exposing his erection to his sons... leaving him spreadeagled and magnificent... God but he looked hot, thought Luther, for the first time ever. He couldn't ever remember seeing his Dad even without his shirt before and he had the most fantastic, hairy, muscular body... tentacles fastened to his hot tits, biting and worrying at them... and another filling his mouth... ...And he was rock-hard! Just like Luther. His thick, cut dick rose dripping from within the masturbating coils, making Luther's mouth water.... Christ, he wasn't gay... but the thought yelled at him ineffectually from far, far away... barely registering above the clamour of his hunger for his own father's dick... Suddenly the jism that was being force fed to Luther seemed like the most delicious nectar in the world and he began to suck the cock in earnest... drinking that sharp, tangy slime down... guzzling it... unable to get enough... Would Dad's spunk taste like this? Luther's dick throbbed and jerked harder than ever within the sucking tentacle... feeding back some of his own ball juice... Vaguely he was aware of the tentacles drawing him and his brother closer to the island... and to their father... The tentacles lifted Dad's knees almost to his chest, drawing them wide, exposing the brown-eyed pucker of his dad-hole... The tentacle in Dad's mouth withdrew and he turned his head to accept another... Dad licked out at the new piss-slit, running the tip of his tongue inside, frenching it... and then he sucked that dick in hungrily... bobbing and weaving his head as if he'd been giving blow-jobs his whole life... His older brother, also, was eagerly fellating a tentacle. Ty was sucking that tool as if his life depended on it... A larger dick was snaking up the pillar now... it engulfed Dad's rock-hard cock and immediately began to ripple and writhe as it worked his tool down its hungry urethra... Luther felt something thin and bony within the head of the tentacle sucking him glide down and pierce his own piss slit... Holy shit! It was INSIDE his goddamn DICK! ...then pushhh... deeper... deeper... deeper! Yowzer! The bone sound glided up and down inside his urethra..., massaging his dick from within at the same time it sucked him... driving him wild... The same thing must have been happening to Dad, who began to buck in his bonds and thrust himself deep into the throat of the thing. Just before he could cum, however, it released him... And slipped under his balls... ...towards his exposed rosebud... Dad's eyes widened in horror as he felt the seeping head nudge at his hole. He shook his head feverishly but his cry of anguish was again lost inside the dick in his mouth... Then the head at his hole pushed... and pushed... and slipped in through his anal ring, which snapped shut around it... Dad's scream backed down into his throat and he screwed his eyes shut against the pain. The snake at his hole slithered up into him... ...deeper... deeper inside him... ...and then procceded to pump him in and out... And now Luther looked, another tentacle was coiling slowly up around the first, entwining with it... its destination all too clear... Some magic in the tentacle's spurting cum must have soothed Dad's insides, as he ceased screaming and soon began to grunt and groan in rythm with the tentacle's rape... When the second dick slipped up inside him, he merely threw his head back and began to moan, working his hips to met the double thrusts... A cry from Ty caused Luther to glance his way. His older brother's upturned ass had also been penetrated, and he was being pummeled without mercy... Ty thrust his ass back to get more inside, spitroast between the two tentacles... And now it came, thought Luther... there was a warm, slick, wet prodding at his own hole... A sudden, hot, searing pain that he thought would rip him open... Luther screamed... Almost immediately the burning dimmed to a heat... He felt... ...full... ...hot... ...tingling... ...stretched... And then it happened... OOOOF! What the fuck was... OOOOOOFF! GASP! Again? OOOOOOOOOOFFFFF! UNGH! OH GODDDD! OOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFF! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! Pleasure like he'd never felt before... pleasure like he'd never imagined... OOOOF! OOOOF! OOOOF! OOOOF! Something inside him was getting battered in the best way possible... Luther squirmed and bucked to get that thing deeper and it soon obliged... his insides were on fire and he wanted more... ******** In the hide, we watched as Doc's creations reunited the Kiegle family on the island in a hot orgy of incest and tentacle rape. Man, it was the weirdest fucking thing I had ever seen but it sure got me excited... At first the tentacles carried the younger boy in and plunged his ass, tentacle and all, down onto his father's raging cock, in a double penetration of the kid's only recently virgin hole. The kid yelled as his cunt got forcibly stretched out, but in no time he was leaning back for some deep frenching with his dad... ...tentacles occasionally slipping their dripping heads in between father and son tongues... spitting cum into their mouths.. ...which Dad and boy would swap back and forth... 'Ooooh...' moaned Dad as he watched his boy lick out the gaping piss-slit of a tentacle, '...does that taste good, Son... you enjoying all that dirty slime..?' ...to which Luther nodded and Mm-mmd... Then the older brother, Ty, was placed upside down against his kid brother so that the two could enjoy a nice slow, sloppy fraternal sixty-nine session, all the time getting their holes reamed out by either dad and/or tentacles... ...Dad and Ty by now taking three tentacles apiece up their hungry holes... At some point during the unfolding of the scene - I became so turned on by the events that I don't remember when - Spike, Doc and I shed our last remaining clothing, decided to join the Kiegles out in the lagoon and indulge ourselves in a spot of skinny dipping. In no time at all the tentacles had three new captives, and I learned first hand what that family had been experiencing... ...I learned that tentacle rape is fucking awesome... it's literally like getting all the cock you ever wanted, with none of the fricking role posturing... none of the conscience or the shame... just sheer, animal fucking... ...I learned that back in the day I gave up on bottoming WAY too easy... my insides had NEVER been so tight-packed with dick... ...I learned that Doc and Spike can take hot cock up the ass just as well as they can give it... And at last the software running the tentacles ran to the end of its current programme. We were six weary but sated studs as we all climbed, dripping, out of the lagoon on the shore side. Being teenage horndogs, Ty and Luther were ready to go again. Ty had developed a fascination for his father's hole. He spread that fat muscle ass and began eating him out with gusto, with Luther deep throating his dad like a whore. Well that set the rest of us off again. Spike took Ty's ass, pushing his head deeper into his father's dirty hole, while Doc - the oldest - took pleasure in roughly fucking Luther - the youngest at only sixteen... And did their dad object? Nah, he loved it. He groaned into my mouth, grinding his tongue against mine as he enjoyed his sons' oral worship and relished the sounds of them getting royally fucked by two total strangers... When one of Spike's 'guest' details turned up, they found Spike and Doc passing the boys back and forth, while I had their dad chained up to the screen wall, piledriving his cunt and forcing him to watch... Officer Kiegle merely yelled out obscene encouragements to his sons' abusers... 'Yeah.. double dick my youngest... he can take it...! Shove Ty's face up your ass, Grandpa, you're gonna love that tongue licking out your skanky old shitter...' By the time we left for the last leg of the tour, Spike's men had taken over magnificently and were widening the Kiegle family horizons with fists and piss... our last view was off Officer Kiegle - still restrained - riding some airman's thick, muscular forearm, moaning in heat while he watched his sons get forced to take anonymous piss in their open mouths and get transformed into two oinking, felching, guzzling young piss-pigs... Woof! Level Four When the elevator doors opened, I didn't need either Spike or Doc to tell me where we were - the hot stench of mansex had reached a whole new intensity down here in the bunker complex's final level... The lighting was low again, and hot, with plenty of reds and oranges. Playing off the rough rock walls of the corridor, it was enough to give me a boner all on its own. Leather was pungent in the air, too... the same air which was filled with the sounds of whips, chains, and paddles... alongside the grunts and cries of male abandonment... Spike and I were full naked, apart from the boots we had hastily retrieved after our tentacle orgy. Doc was still in his Master harness and chaps. From a store cupboard adjacent to the elevator, he passed similar items out to us - harnesses for both, chaps for Spike and a black leather codpiece for me. I had never been into leather before - or any of this BDSM stuff - but my reflection in the mirror on the back of the store room door had me seriously questioning my life choices. Spike growled in my ear. 'Your ass looks so freakin' hot in that codpiece, kid.' And he licked me with that sexy forked tongue of his, which I took in my mouth while he and Doc fingered my hole, which was still pretty open after all those tentacles had probed it... Yup, we were three hot looking leather studs. Doc took his turn drooling slowly into my mouth, then slapped my ass and withdrew. 'To work, gentlemen. We still have the Dungeons to explore...' It was a short walk down from the elevator before we turned a corner and entered a large play area. Spotlights picked out a sling here, a rack there, all in use. It was mostly fathers reaming out their own, or each other's sons, but one of the first sights we came to was an upright Saint Andrew's cross, and who should be shackled to it but Blond Dad himself, the erstwhile Officer Adam Scorbey. He now wore a leather slave collar and wristbands. He was positioned on his front, leaving his back and buttocks exposed to the flogger his son was using to redden up his flesh, under the tutelage of Ali the Fakir. 'The pain must be offset with pleasure,' Ali explained, taking the flogger from the boy and demonstrating with rapid circular strokes under the man's buttocks. Scorbey cried out... but then moaned at the slow, deliberate application of the Fakir's tongue to his reddened cheeks and ass-cleft. I was intrigued to see that the Indian's tongue was as disproportionately long as his historic, record breaking dick... Scorbey flexed his back muscles and groaned out long and loud as that tongue punched through his sphinctre and slithered all the way up his chute... licking and laving him deep, deep, deep... When the Fakir withdrew, the next time he burnished Scorbey's backside with the flogger, the man thrust his ass out to greet it... 'And thus,' the Indian instructed, 'pain becomes indistinguishable from pleasure... Ali took Shamus Scorbey in his arms and fed him his tongue, letting the boy taste the flavors the Fakir had found deep up his father's shitter... Shamus jerked in his arms and moaned in excitement. Then he broke the embrace and sank to his knees to taste his dad's hole for himself... We left Scorbey crying out in ecstasy, as his muscle-son ate him out good, the Fakir long-dicking the boy's upturned hole while he continued to flog the father's upper back... I could barely speak... but I had to keep my head on mission... 'S-s-so... this is where...' '...we bring the graduates,' Doc finished for me, 'yeah. All the men you see down here have fully crossed the line and embraced incest with the greatest of enthusiasm...' Spike took up the story. 'Ya might say this is a sorta honeymoon suite...' This elicited a dry chuckle from Doc but Spike pressed on. 'Yeah, this is where family members can get used to the new... dynamic, yuh might say. And dey gets to learn a thing or two at the same time... explore all the new possibilities before we sets 'em loose, back into their old lives...' 'Well,' put in Doc, 'with a few behavioural modifications...' 'Yeah,' said Spike, 'So much that dey likes to come back here to play, from time to time.' As I looked around I could see that everyone down here had certainly taken to their further education with great eagerness. 'Get off me, Dad! For fuck's sake, quit it!' Okay, maybe not everyone. A young muscle stud was bent backwards, practically doubled, over a rack - his wrists roped together above his head, his feet wide apart at the base. He wore a slave collar, tight rawhide around the base of his cock and each of his balls, and nothing else - unless you counted the angry scowl on his handsome face. 'What the fuck is this place, Dad?' he shouted, 'Is this where you been all this time? What the fuck's gotten into you?' His hot, hairy dad stood over him in harness, codpiece and Master's cap. The man was tanned and in spectacular shape, in spite of having a couple of decades on his boy. He beat at his son's helpless, exposed torso with a leather crop, peppering him here and there with scattershot blows... but paying particular attention to the young man's puffy, angry red nipples... ...and all the time, Daddy was either jerking his fat dick or tugging at one of his own nipples, which were each pierced with a bar. 'Aaaaaah...' shouted his son in pain, 'AAAAAGHHHH... DAD, fuckin' QUIT IT!' I whispered to Doc. 'I thought you said there were no hold-outs down here?' Doc chuckled evilly. 'Oh, now and then we like to mix things up. Consensual can get a little vanilla, so every so often we grab a boy off the street and throw him straight in the deep end down here... as long as the dad's already been thoroughly conditioned, it can be fun. This kid probably hasn't been in the complex much over an hour.' Even so, the son's boner was raging hard and looked ready to pop within the confines of its leather restraints. Of course, the huge prostate vibrator I now saw lodged up the boy's rectum probably had something to do with it, as did his Dad's playful slap-slap-slapping of the crop against his oozing dickhead. That vibe toy was going full throttle, buzzing both the kid's innards and his perineum at the same time. That boy's dick was jumping and bobbing even when it wasn't getting pummelled by Dad. When Dad saw us, he greeted Spike with a big grin. 'I got him all prepped and ready for ya, Spike! I swabbed his titties with surgical spirit, just like you said!' Spike nodded and crossed over to a nearby store cupboard, which he opened with a code. 'Fuck, Dad!' the boy yelled, beinning to sound desperate now, 'I already told you, I don't want my fucking nipples pierced, it's queer! What am I gonna tell Suzanne?' Spike returned wearing surgical gloves and a couple of sterile needles. He went around and stood at the boy's head, his massive pierced tool brushing the boy's face. 'Umplgh! Ugh! Who the FUCK are you?' Then he saw the instruments and he began to babble. 'Oh no... oh GOD NO! Not my nips... pleeeease... not my nips...' Spike grinned and teased at the tits with the ends of the needles. The boy's nipples puffed up even more, perking and nudging at the cruel tips as if eager to be fucked by them, in spite of what the boy said... Dad switched off the vibe toy and pulled it out, replacing it with the heavily lubed, drooling head of his dick... Spike blew cool air over the questing, virgin nubs... And raped them with sharp steel. Just as Dad rammed his dick up his son's tight, virgin hole. 'WAAAAAAARGHHHH!' 'OOOOFFF... FUUUUCK, Son... YEAAAAH!' 'WAAAAAAARGHHHH!' OOOoooh FUCK, your CUNT is so TIGHT!' 'WAAAAAAARGHHHH!' 'UNGH... UNGH... UNGH... UNGH...' The son nearly wrenched his arms out of their sockets as he tried to escape the rack, but his wrists were bound firmly. In spite of his heaving chest, Spike managed to finish off his work and get the boy's nipples fully ringed. As his dad pummelled his hole, the screaming kid looked down at his steel-raped tits... Spike ran his tongue into the boy's ear and murmurred... 'Now you look just like Daddy...' ...and promptly his dick exploded, shooting high, high into the air, spattering his father's face and his own body. It went on and on, as if the kid had been edged for weeks. He stopped screaming long enough to huff and groan out his release - and for Spike to run his tongue into the boy's mouth and forcibly french him... 'Yuh think that was good,' Spike said, coming up for air, 'just wait till yuh daddy starts fistin' yuh...' I marveled at how quickly the kid boned up again... 'UNGH... UNGH... UNGH... UNGH...' grunted Dad as he bucked his hips, licking up his boy's spent load... 'MMPGH... MMGH... MMGH... MMMGH...' replied the son, his throat now full of Spike's dick... as Spike already began to gently pull and tease at the burning new pierced tits, causing the boy to squirm and weave his chest... We left Spike there. Doc led me into a large public bathroom, where seven older men were kneeling up on an open row of toilets, their asses thrust out, their hands spreading their cheeks wide... A hot man with grey hair was leading a dark-haired young stud around on all fours, grabbing him by his hair. 'You remember the Warrington New England file?' Doc murmured. 'Erm... home invasion. The Luzi brothers.' 'Well... that is Samson Warrington, and the young man he's dragging round is Noah, his eldest son.' 'Shiiiit!' 'No shit. Now just watch. This is a popular game with dads who bring their sons here to play with us for the first time. An initiation ritual, if you will.' Warrington thrust his son's face up into the sweaty trench of the first guy. Noah needed no prompting, and got eating with enthusiasm. His head bobbed and turned as he fought to drill his tongue ever further up the hot daddy-hole he was nuzzling. The daddy in question moaned in ecstasy... After a few minutes of this, Warrington pulled his son's head back and moved him onto the next one. This time, Noah hesitated - and his Dad had to forcibly push his head into the guy's ass. Even so, it was a moment before Noah got eating. It wasn't long, however, before he had this guy singing a song as well, and he was chowing down on Dad-ass with his old vigor. With the next ass, Noah hesitated a little longer... ...and his Dad had to push a little harder... ...and then Noah gave a sigh and got munching again... Then he got to ass Number Four. And flatly refused. 'Uh-uh,' he said, shaking his head in his Dad's tight grasp, 'No way, Sir, nuh-uh...' 'Damnit, boy!' his father yelled - and spanked his ass roughly, before mashing his face right into that muscled, hairy trench...' I was mystefied by the whole spectacle and looked to Doc. Doc smiled lewdly. 'The first ass is a sweaty hole... nothing Noah and his brothers haven't learned to love since the incident... but the next ass is a little riper... a little less clean... and so on and so on down the line... until...' I nodded to stop him. I got the picture. In spite of my disgust, I couldn't look away. My head was grossed out but my dick was ready to burst... ...and when Noah Warrington finally gave in, snuffling and eating out that seventh ass like a pig and shooting his load all over the bathroom floor, my own dick went off like the Fourth of July... 'Hmmm...' mused Doc, 'Interesting. I hesitated to suggest this earlier - many inspections omit this last part - but through that door is a whole other section that you may or may not find intruguing...' He motioned to a second exit from the bathroom down at the far end. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this, but I couldn't help feeling curious. 'Well... I guess I do have a mission to inspect the WHOLE complex...' Doc smiled. 'Attaboy.' Through that exit we stepped into another large cavern - what may as well have been a black void, with the exception of a few spotlit areas, each walled off by clear glass partitions. These, however, were not locked cells, as up on Level Two, merely play areas, from which men could move freely, one to another. In one, rim seats stood in a row of five, currently unmanned. In another, a boy was chained to a urinal trough and two older studs were feeding him dark yellow streams of piss. A second young guy, similarly shackled a few feet further along, was smothered in the hairy buttocks of a bear with a mean look in his eye, and being forced to deep-rim the man as he fed the boy his hot, tasty shit... 'MMMMFGHH!' the poor young jock groaned, as yet another fat turd raped his mouth, 'MMmmm... MM.. MMM.. grunt! Oink! MMMMMmmmm...' And the boy had yet ANOTHER untouched ejaculation... judging by the spooge that covered all the steaming turds his throbbing dick nested in from previous feedings... ...he'd clearly been a dirty, HUNGRY little jock-pig... The next play area was occupied by three men - judging by the resemblance, three generations of the same family. The son was a typically hot young muscle stud, maybe eighteen, with a lot of bulk for his age but also the lean definition that is the province of those teen years. Both Dad and Grandpa were even bigger - with enviably narrow waists for men of their maturity, not a sign of 'dad-belly'. Son was currently roped on his back to a throne, his legs spread wide - and a surgical ass spreader keeping his well-fucked hole wide open. Dad climbed up and squatted down over face of his son, who opened his mouth wide and thrust out his wet tongue... 'UNH... UNH... UNGHHH...' the young jock panted eagerly... 'OHHH... SONNNN....' Dad huffed in excitement, as he felt his bowels contract and.... ...pusssshhhhhhh.... 'OOOhhhh...' I exclaimed, jacking my dick as I watched the glistening tip of Dad's rich brown log began to emerge from his hairy hole... The smell of fresh shit in the air only increased the tingling in my nuts... As Doc and I watched, the father bore down and expelled from his bowels a fat, stiff turd... right into his boy's open mouth... 'MMMMMGH!' the boy cried, gagged by shit, yet screaming out in ecstasy... 'MMMMMMGH...MMMMMMMGH...!' The kid spontaneously ejaculated long ropes of cum that spattered his father's face. Dad leaned forward and took the last of his kid's load in his mouth.... Grandpa came over and nursed the other end of that tasty turd, and the two of them ate their way through it until there was nothing left and grandfather and grandson were frenching each other with hot dirty tongues... I masturbated frantically to all this, torn between self-disgust for doing so and being incredibly aroused. Doc had taken to running his fat pierced dick up and down my already tentacle-fucked trench... Dad switched his position now and crouched precariously on the arms of the throne, his fine ass directly above that of his son - practically hole to hole - in an impressive feat of athleticism. With phenomenal aim, he directed a second, massive turd into his son's waiting cavity and commenced to fill it up. 'Oh FUCK, Dad... you're fuckin' SHITTIN in my ASS!' For a moment father and son were joined hole to hole, by the stiff, hard column of shit as it if were a double dildo... Dad held it still half inside him... before raising his midsection up and down, fucking his son's tender jock cunt with it... 'OOOOHHHH... fuck mefuckmefuckme....' The son moaned out continuously in sexual frenzy, as his father's thick log fucked itself all the way up him like a dark brown dick... ...and that hard, knobbly rope of shit just kept coming out of Dad's hole... ...up and down he drove it... ...fucking his hot pig son... ...FUCK! Had this guy been holding it in for DAYS? ...I half-expected the other end to come out the kid's mouth... Dad finally let it go and it glided all the way in... Grandpa looked on, his hand a blur on his long fat dick, as Dad jumped down and removed the ass spreader. The boy's tightly-packed hole closed upon his father's shit, his pucker stained brown... 'Oooooh...' the kid moaned, squirming around as he felt the fullness of his insides, holding his Dad's endless turd within... I was aware of Doc grunting next to me, and the smell of shit got a lot nearer. Doc ran his own turd up and down my used trench... ...And I just leaned froward against the glass and let him... I was breathless as I watched Grandpa step forward and place that dripping, wedge-shaped dickhead up against his grandson's sphinctre... Surely not. Surely he wasn't going to... ...his eyes locked with Grandpa, Son huffed and panted in excited anticipation... But yes... he was... Grandpa punched through his grandson's ring... 'OOOF!' he grunted. And then, inside, his dick head must have kissed the tip of his son's turd. 'UNGHHHHHHH!' He plowed the kid, savoring the sensations within, as he fucked his son's turd deeper and deeper up his grandson's hole... The son moaned out, slut that he was, as he felt Dad's fat log driven in further - it was almost as good as getting double-dicked... 'Ooooooh... Grandpa... YEAHHHH! Fuckin' Dad's shit into me..!' Dad clambered back up on top and straddled his boy's face. The son's moans and groans became muffled as he was compelled to eat out that dirty hole... Dad and Grandpa frenched hungrily, while Grandpa began to piston his increasingly brown dick in and out of his grandson's hole, fucking him hard and reducing that turd to paste... Until he erupted in his grandson's innards. The kid blew his second load and this time it was his grandfather's face which he painted... I didn't get to see the clean-up, because Doc seized me in a half nelson and dragged me off to one of the unoccupied glass enclosures where he began to forcefuck his shit into me without mercy... I ended my inspection tour that day lying on a rock floor in that same enclosure, my hard dick frotting one of Doc's hot, steaming turds as I fellated the dick that had raped me... CONCLUSION Sirs, my inspection revealed that not only is everything in good order at Groom Lake Facility, but the inportant work being done there exceeds expectations. I would recommend, therefore, that further funding will be money well spent. On a personal note, I would like to use this report to formally request transfer to Groom Lake, as I believe I have skills which would be better employed there. I would also respectfully submit that my estranged father, Brigadier General Carson Lewis, would also be usefully deployed at this facility. I remain Yours Buckingham Constantine Lewis, Lieutenant First Class, United States Airforce Long Island December 12 2015