Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2012 00:09:12 +0100 From: Rob Armstrong Subject: Spike's Piercing Parlour: Chapter Four SPIKE'S PIERCING PARLOUR, PART FOUR: THE JOCK GETS BITCHED THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF INCEST BETWEEN A FATHER AND HIS 18 YR OLD SON, WATERSPORTS AND DOMINATION. THESE CHARACTERS EXIST IN AN AIDS FREE, CONSEQUENCE FREE, FANTASY PARALLEL UNIVERSE AND ARE NOT TO BE EMULATED. PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY WITH YOUR DONATIONS AND KEEP THIS INCREDIBLE RESOURCE GOING. 'Yaaaaaaaahhh....!' Clay fired bolt after bolt of hot spunk, as Dad pumped the dildo in and out of his tunnel. He gyrated his ass in circles, squeezing the toy as if he could milk it dry. He huffed and panted, spraying himself liberally with long streaks over his face and chest. Jism splattered his father's face and painted his moustache. Globs landed on Clay's just-pierced nipples and the boy coulda sworn he heard them sizzle... And finally his jock balls were drained. Father and son stared into each other's eyes, panting like two hounddogs in a Memphis heatwave. Thor gave the rubber dick slow, deliberate turns and twists, keeping his boy open. 'Take it ouuut...' his son croaked hoarsely. But Thor only smiled and shook his head. Instead he scooped his boy's cum from his moustache, spread it over the shaft of the dildo, and rammed him with it harder. The rest he sucked into his mouth and savored it with smacking lips. Leaving the dildo buried to its hilt, he leaned down and began to lick the heavy load offa his boy's chest and face. Damn, his son looked good with a faceful of cum. He took a bottle of poppers from a nearby table and gave Clay a long hit at each nostril. Then he leaned in and licked his face clean, and thrust his tongue into his son's hot mouth, feeding him his own load. Clay moaned, his head swimming, experiencing his first kiss with his father and his first taste of cum at the same time. It had a slightly tangy, soapy taste and left a pleasant heat at the back of his throat as it slipped down. The poppers helped Clay to accomodate the dildo in his ass again and its solid presence prevented his dick from softening completely. He relished the invasion of his father's hot wet tongue as it wormed and wriggled in his mouth, battling his own as it slid over and around it, leaving behind its spoor... Clay lost all track of time as he lay there, frenching his father. It was Spike who broke it up. 'Mind if I cut in?' Thor leaned back, letting his buddy have at it. 'How those tits feelin', kid?' Clay winced. 'Sore... good... on fire... sore... good...' Spike chuckled. 'Atta boy. You're ya father's son, okay...' First of all Spike cleaned up Clay's piercings properly and daubed them with more antiseptic, before inserting a metal bead into each small ring and closing it. Clay whimpered at the sight of his steel-studded flesh but Dad gave him another shot of poppers to shut him up. 'You like it?' Dad asked, and licked his face again, 'You like bein' the same as Daddy now? Havin' the same steel as Daddy thru ya tits? What we're doin', it's called incest, son... the hottest thing on the planet between two men... strictly forbidden... morally deviant...' He reached down to his boy's cunt and twisted the rubber tool again'... and I can't think of a better reason to do it with ya every hour of every day...' Clay shivered and his dick reared back to full erection. Finally Spike applied dressings to protect the nips in their raw state. 'Don't wantcha gettin' them titties dirty jus' yet, boy,' he explained. 'Things are apt to get a little messy from now on. Thor, what say we head down into the wet bar with 'im?' 'Good idea, bro. Son, you gonna see some of Spike's REAL business now...' Clay watched as Spike threw aside that heavy curtain at the back of the studio and flicked on some lights, waiting to lead the way. Dad made his way round the chair, unlocking the handcuffs and releasing him from his bonds. Clay was putty in his hands as he was hauled out of the barbershop chair - and Dad surprised him by scooping him up over one shoulder, fire-rescue style, as if he weighed nothing. Ass up, head down, Clay had a skewed view of his surroundings as his dad carried him naked from the studio and into a long dark corridor. It was panelled with shabby dry-wall. It sloped down and down as they journeyed further beneath street level. Where were they taking him? Clay whimpered when Dad reached over with his free hand and began to jiggle the dildo, which now pointed straight upwards out of his hole, like it was a gear stick. 'Whassa matter, puppy?' Dad cooed, 'Daddy's jus' waggin' ya tail fuh ya...' He continued to twist and pump it as they travelled. After all, it was his ass to play with. Clay could only grunt and moan in response, his dick hard and drooling down onto his dad's left tit. Spike unlocked a metal gate and slid it aside. The corridor here gave onto a rock-walled tunnel. Tangled root structures reached down overhead. The concrete surface Thor and Spike previously walked on became a dirt floor and somewhere water trickled onto rock. The rumble of distant subway trains translated through the Manhattan bedrock. Eventually the tunnel opened out into a large cave-like chamber. The walls were packed dirt, rough, uneven. The first thing of note was the unexpected sight of a long white urinal, set into a dirt wall over to the left. It was the communal style, stained ceramic, with a piss trough at floor level. Roots and bushes grew out where the sloping dirt wall started, just above chest height, and would look any pissers in the face when they stood ranked side by side. Even in his sex-daze, Clay noted that handcuffs and manacles dangled from the pipes of the pissoir at regular intervals. His ass clamped down on the dildo, clenching it tight. There were also other features that seemed oddly out of place in such a natural environment. A free-standing bathtub stood in one corner. Another corner was tiled, walls and floor, and looked like a communal shower in a gym. The floor even angled down to a square drain in the center. Shower heads lined the back wall. Spike had introduced concealed lighting down here that managed to be both warm and dramatic. Amber light bathed key areas such as the urinal, but elsewhere shadows leapt, mysterious and exciting. The sound of water droplets plinked at the urinal. The air was rich and peaty, tart with traces of dried piss. All in all it was like walking into the restroom out of a sex-pig's wet dream. Finally, a traditional dark oak drinks bar lurked in the shadows at the far end, complete with shelves of liqor, optics and high stools at the counter. A couple of heavy metal beer kegs stood off to one side. Nearby a large, heavy oil drum - empty now - lay on its side, fixed in place by dirt piled up around the underside. Soiled rubber matting had been lashed down over its upper surface. Clay couldn't figure its purpose at that moment. Thor carried his boy all the way back, to the bar, where he set him down sprawled on his back on the counter top. He resumed spearing him with the dildo while Spike administered more poppers. When they had all taken a hit, attention turned to Clay's drooling dick. Dad and Spike got down either side of it and began licking it clean of his juices. Their lips and tongue frequently met, trapping Clay's member within their hot frenching mouths. Clay grumbled deep in his chest. Spike looked him in the eye and ran his forked tongue over the weeping, swollen head. Clay gasped. Spike squeezed the angry purple cockhead between thumb and fingers, opening up Clay's piss slit... and slipped one of his forked tonguetips way down inside his urethra... 'Wooooooo!' Clay howled, eyes rolling up in his head... Cock drool gushed out from the slit, coating the fleshy point that slithered in and out of it. Thor hopped up on the bar. He whipped off his spiked codpiece, and his drooling ten inch rod slapped his son in the face, leaving a slick trail from chin to cheekbone. 'Worship it, boy.' It was not a request. Clay regarded his father wide-eyed. He opened his mouth, his tongue lingering at the entrance... Below Spike torqued on the dildo. Clay's face darkened with lust and he plunged onto his father's cock, vacuuming it in and swirling his tongue round the head like an experienced whore. Thor clutched the back of his head and drove it in deeper. Clay's throat opened to welcome it and he gripped it as it slid in and out. 'Ah, Gaaaad...' Thor grunted, '...Dad's hot little muscle slut... sucking Daddy's cock like he was born to...' He nodded down to Spike. 'Yeah, he's ripe for it.' he declared, taking charge of his son's deflowering, as was a father's privilege. Spike reluctantly removed his tongue from inside the boy's cock. Thor dragged Clay bodily off the bar and bent him facedown over one end of the oil barrel. Its size put Clay's ass now at crotch height and he suddenly understood what it was for. Strong smells of cum and piss rose from the rubber matting beneath his nostrils. More poppers... ...Ahhhhh.... Thor withdrew the rubber schlong and replaced it with his own at the entrance to Clay's cunt. He licked the dildo lovingly before handing it to Spike. 'Here. Make him clean it.' Thor grabbed the two handfuls of Clay's ass and spread them wide, kneading and squeezing those firm buttocks as he did so. He teased his son with his long, greasy rod, slapping its hard length against his ass, running it slowly up and down his crack, grazing the head over his hard bud. Clay bucked his hips, grinding his ass against it, pushing down in eager anticipation like he was taking a dump. Spike took a lingering sniff of jock ass offa the dildo before grinning evilly and feeding it to Clay. Driven mad with his father's teasing, the boy just latched onto it and sucked up his own ass juices as if his life depended upon it. Thor grabbed a handful of his son's long hair and pulled his head back, making him arch. His other hand planted firmly in the small of his back, he thrust the cockhead into his son's sweaty hole... ...and drove it smoothly, inexorably, up his virgin tunnel till he was balls deep. 'Waaaaahhhh....' Clay howled in delirious ecstasy, 'Waaaahaaa... Oh, God, yesss! Yesss, Dad, take me... take my fuckin jock hole and wreck my cunt... Smash that bitch to fuckin' pulp!' 'Shut up, bitch!' his father roared, and shoved him back down onto the matting as he began to pump his son's chute. Spike's beefy legs straddled the barrel now, hunkered down directly in front of Clay. Dad forced his son's head face up into the muscle bull's trench. Clay thrust his tongue up that raunchy hole and started sucking at Spike as if he'd been doing it for years. Spike moaned like a whore. 'Kid's a natural!' Clay whimpered and howled and hummed into Spike's shit hole, sending incredible vibrations up that bull ass. Thor picked up the pace with a rapid, merciless, driving fuck that built in ferocity until he was banging the crap out of Clay, smashing his son's cherry forever, and thrusting his face hard up the bull stud's shitter. Clay took his mouth out of Spike's ass a moment to throw his head back and moan his appreciation. 'Ungh... my poor jock ass...' he whined happily, '... ungh-ungh-ungh... taken by my own father... ungh-ungh... like a cheap whore... ungh -ungh-ungh...' Then he got back to burrowing his tongue up Spike's rear. Clay sucked his father in at one end and the tattooist's bitter ass juices at the other, the flesh of the man's rectum tasting of iron on his tongue. He was lost in a hot, rutting fever, experiencing the best sex of his life. His tits throbbed and burned with a delcious heat. His balls felt like they were going to explode. And his ass was taking the longest drawn-out massage of his life, as his father pumelled that joy spot deep within him... He bucked and ground his ass back onto Dad's dick repeatedly. He heard his father grunt as he suddenly gave one, two, three hard jabs that threatened to drive Clay's entire head up Spike's hole... then the dick in his ass slipped out and he was empty. 'Unnnnh...' complained Clay. He wanted more. His father and Spike switched places. Next thing Clay knew, Thor was shoving his tool inside his hot mouth for a clean-up. Clay tasted his own ass on his father's dick, as well as a good supply of his father's rich, creamy jism. Mmmmmm.... But then Spike's dick at his ass commanded his attention. He began to shake, knowing what was coming. SMACK! Spike railed on his ass with his big, meaty paw. 'Don' you close up on me, punk... take it like a man... take it like the bitch you are...' And then that blunt, wedge head was nudging at his ring. Dad reached down and gave him a long hit of poppers. Clay's head swam, he flushed hot, and the thought of being nailed by Spike's railroad spike became... exciting... Dad kept feeding him the poppers almost continually as the fleshy club began to tear him wide open. Clay panted short, sharp breaths and felt his asshole stretch around the dripping head. His ring snapped snugly over the ridge and Spike's head was fully in. 'Aaaaah...' groaned the bull stud, teeth gritted, 'ya boy's tight - tight-tight-tight-tight-tight!' And then Spike commenced to thrust. It was like a wooden log slowly surging into him, the bark scraping at his insides. Clay's eyes teared up, despairing, but at the same time wanting it... forcing himself not to panic... there was no going back now... Then at last he felt Spike's bush pressing hard into his meaty cheeks. He was all the way in. And suddenly his insides turned hot and restive again. He pushed himself back and the bull roared out his aproval. Spike pulled back and thrust imediately back in... Ohhhh fuckkkkk... Each thrust caused Clay's ass to heat up further and further, and in no time Spike was pounding him just as hard as his dad had... a magnificent dicking that was turning Clay's insides into superheated mush. Dad replaced his dick at his son's mouth with his ass, and Clay found himself devouring his hole hungrily, Mansex! Hell yeah, he was fucking made for this. His cunt gripped Spike's dick and massaged it. Spike roared out again, longer this time, as he blasted Clay's insides with a volley of white hot seed pellets. Clay's dick exploded without touching it, stroked as it had been from the inside. 'Unghhhh... unghhh.... unghhhhhhhh....!' Dad climbed off his son's face as he whipped round and gave him his second facial of the evening. Clay caught most of it in his mouth and swallowed his father's dick while he was still shooting. Thor grabbed his head and fucked it, choking him with his dick until he was spent. 'Fuckin' hot jock ass, man,' Spike managed, congratulating Thor on his son's attributes. 'YEAH it is,' Thor boasted, 'He's a real chip off the old block.' 'He as much of a pig as his father?' Spike enquired. Thor looked down at his son and tousled his hair. 'You know it, Spike. Fill him up, why doncha?' Next thing, Clay heard Spike sigh... and felt his bowels begin to get fuller, somehow. The man was pissing up inside him! 'Oh yeahhhh...' Clay moaned, 'Give me that piss enema, daddy!' Spike's chest rumbled with pleasure at being addressed in this manner. Clay's real daddy hit him in the face with a blast of his own. Clay opened his mouth and guzzled down the fluid he had until now only dreamed about. It was darker than his own, and more acrid. He gulped as much as he could and dipped his head under the rest, letting it soak his hair to hang dripping down around his face. 'Oh yeah, that's how a boy should look,' his daddy moaned, 'drippin' with his daddy's piss...' The sensations on Spike's cock were incredible. Unbelievably he was still hard enough.. 'Brace yourself, kid...' he warned, 'I'm goin' again...' 'AGAIN?' Thor couldn't believe it. 'Already?' But Spike was already huffing, tearing Clay a new one. Piss-fuck! Fuck, yeah! He thrust urgently, while his dick still had the wattage, focusing mainly on the head as it sloshed through a quart of his own piss and rubbed against Clay's expanded ring... It was that image that got him there. Crying out almost in pain, Spike sent a second flotilla of his swimmers out after the first. Both Spike and Clay were breathing pretty heavily. Thor shook his head in wonder. 'Unbe-fucking-lievable.' 'Hold that piss in there, kid,' the bull commanded, 'I don' want it goin to waste!' Thor and Spike carried the boy bodily over to the bathtub and held his ass over it. 'Okay,' Spike said, 'release it.' Clay bore down and Spike's rich torrent poured out of him, along with two loads of stud cum. It joined the reservoir of hot piss that already filled the tub two-thirds up. When Clay had finished pissing out his ass, they set his feet down on the dirt floor, supporting him until the blood flowed back to his legs and they all got their breath back. Clay indicated the tub. 'Wow. That's a lot of piss.' Spike nodded. 'I got the New Jersey Rugby Studs in later tonight, they're a real bunch of pigs.' 'But, Dude, doesn't it... like... go off?' Spike smiled. 'The tub is a custom job, specially constructed. Heated water pipes keep the contents at body temperature. And a special formula of mineral salts keeps the piss fresh for three days.' His dad's lips were on his neck. 'Imagine the fun a bunch of piss pigs could have down here, son...' Clay leaned back into his furry body, feeling both his father's and his own dick twitching at the thought. 'Can we stay for it, Dad?' But his father denied him. 'You've had enough excitement fuh one evening, son - and we gotta give those new piercings a chance to heal properly. But don' worry, boy, we'll be back. This is only the beginning...' END OF PART FOUR.