Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2017 20:25:59 +0000 From: Rob Armstrong Subject: SPIKE'S BOARDING HOUSE 6 SPIKES BOARDING HOUSE: CHAPTER 6: RESOLUTIONS 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. THE AUTHOR IN NO WAY CONDONES UNDERAGE OR NON-CONSENSUAL SEX - THE ACTS HERE REPRESENT MERE FANTASY AND, IF ACTED UPON IN THE REAL WORLD, WOULD DESTROY LIVES AND NOTHING LESS. PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY WITH YOUR DONATIONS AND KEEP THIS INCREDIBLE RESOURCE GOING. NB: See 'Spike's Piercing Parlour' series, November 24th 2012 'Spikle's Diaries' series, August 28th 2016 'Spikes Hollow' (standalone story) April 20th 2017 - archived only in URINATION The author would like to thank the producers of FX's series, 'AHS: Hotel' as well as the creator of the gay sex tumblr 'The Lodging House' for inspiring this new series. Spike's Boarding House: Chapter Six: Resolutions Brian found he couldn't look away as the tall young cowhand pulled his dick out of Dad with a wet plop - and an older, paunchy cowboy took his place and just rammed his fat dripping hog up Dad's cunt. 'Woooof..!' exclaimed Dad, in pure slutty pleasure now and he began to ride that assbuster like a pro... 'Yeah...' shouted his rapist, 'Wooooooof!' 'Woof!' Dad agreed, 'Woof! Woof! Woof! WOOOF!' And to Brian's horror, his dad began actually barking like a dog, panting with his tongue hanging out and wiggling his rump as if to get more of the paunchy guy's rod inside him. His fucker cooed at Dad's ear. 'Who's Daddy's good boy?' Dad barked and panted. 'Yes you are!' the guy told him, as he pounded his hole without mercy, 'yes you are!' And with that he slipped a studded dog collar around Dad's neck. He pulled back on the leash to choke fuck him as he rode his ass harder than ever... Brian's dick was too raw to jerk anymore, so he jammed three fingers up his lonely hole instead and got frigging, hating himself for being so turned on by this shit... The young fireplug stud crouched on the table in front of Dad and glazed his face with his load. Much of it spattered Dad's tongue, which he quickly withdrew for a moment to swallow... Before lolling his tongue out again, clearly begging for more cum. Brian lost sight of his dad as a whole load of other guys scrambled on top of the table to feed him their sticky loads, either in one hole or the other. When Brian did catch sight of him, some fifteen minutes later, Dad's face was glazed and covered with cumloads as if a massive candle had dripped wax all over him. In his hair, everywhere. He was also beetroot red, delirious with fuck-lust and yelling for more. 'You're ripping my hole raw, you hot motherfuckers!' he raged, furiously angry and utterly fuck drunk at the same time, 'rape-me-rape-me-rape-me-rape-me...' Brian's dick hurt this time when it spurted thin semen into the air, untouched but goaded by the frenzied fingering he was giving himself. And of course, guys were still lining up to fuck the shit out of Dad, who lost his words and started barking like a bitch again. At last it was all too much for Brian. Too sick and too weird. He had to get the fuck out of there... It was weird how the deserted mining town had become his go-to sanctuary. But the last gasp of twilight brought with it a definite chill tonight. Brian decided he had to go back inside to room 13 and grab some warmer clothes from his backpack - he would then hole up for the night in one of these old buildings. There was no way he was spending another night in that all-male bordello from hell. Then he could decide what he was going to do in the morning to get himself and dad out of this nightmare they had blundered into so blindly. He saw there would be a lot of walking ahead for him, and no doubt some hitching as well. But in order to get help, he had to get as far away from the ranch, from this county, maybe even across the state line before he dared seek out the authorities. Who knew how deep the local cops might be in all this shit? It had to have been going on for a long time and that meant at least some kind of political corruption hereabouts. Brian made his way stealthily indoors, having assured himself that, though the heat of the orgy was mainly past, guys were mostly still hanging out around the eating area. Shit, now he thought about it, Brian found himself to be absolutely ravenous, having fasted all day. First, then, he sought out the kitchens, which turned out to be down in the basement. There were plenty of leftovers from lunch in the ice box, cold now of course, but Brian wasn't feeling that picky. His appetite satisfied, he crept upstairs to the room he had shared with his dad. To his relief it was still empty, but it was a mess. So untypical of his neatnik dad's behaviour. So what else was new? He grabbed a couple of light pullovers and his knapsack, before heading into the bathroom to pick up his toothbrush and washbag - he was going to be on the road a long time, he knew, but there was no need to smell like a homeless guy. The bathroom was unoccupied, of course, but it smelled of fresh shit. A quick glance into the bowl told him that his dad had neglected to flush. Gross. He stood there, staring mesmerized by the single, solid log in there, mostly beached on the dirty porcelain since the water level was way low. And couldn't help wondering if his dad had wiped himself properly, or whether he'd let that go along with any other civilised behaviour. So had his ass been dirty earlier when guys were reaming him out? Had his hole been extra slick and squishy with that natural lube? Did every guy who fucked him find their spurting cocks coated brown when they pulled outta him? Yeah. He was pretty sure that was the case. His dad had turned into some kind of raunch fiend. Had probably wanted Brian to find his huge turd here, laying in the toilet... some kinda sick gift for his son... He'd left the turd coated with a rich frosting of his cumload all over it for his son to enjoy too... Brian was only dimly aware that he was rock hard again and dripping. Dripping all over his father's cum-spattered turd... when had he taken his dick out..?... and though it hurt to work his dick in his hand, it hurt goood... That huge, stiff turd filled Brian's vision now... it swam before his eyes and it was everything... On his knees at the toilet now, his shorts tossed to one corner of the bathroom, his hard dick slapped up against the slimy underside of the toilet bowl... sliding back and forth against that slick, mildewed porcelain... he began to pump his hips, slowly working that dick into the cold surface harder until he was frotting it... laving it with fresh juices of his own... as he brought his face closer... closer... to the... gaping... well... ...his dick throbbing harder, more urgently as he began to really grind it in... There were more cumloads coating the toilet rim... too much cum to just be from Dad... so he had help preparing this little surprise... But it was his dad's load that drew him... that's what he told himself... just one little taste.... ...ohhhh GODDD.... how could the turd still be hot against his questing tongue..? ...what magic in this place had kept it steamy and fresh from his father's hole..? The cumload was so thick that Brian scooped up that and that alone on his first couple of swipes... savoring it... savoring his father's sperm and running its slimy goodness around in his mouth... it was creamy and thick... yeasty and strong... But when Brian bobbed a third time, he wanted more. The turd was still scalding hot and slimy... as it yeilded its flavors upon Brian's increasingly brown coated tongue... ...acrid... bitter... tangy... disgusting... and so, so nasty... Brian dove again and licked it more and more insistently, hungry for this taste of his father's core... until in a frenzy he sucked the tip of the log into his mouth and began fellating it... Not enough... the tip broke off and Brian spat it out, before gently grasping the whole turd in both hands and lifting it to his mouth, where he began sucking his fathjer's shit in earnest... his eyes rolling back in his head, his moaning unnoticed, as he thrust his dick faster and faster... working his saliva to erode away at that log... his father's log... drinking down shit-flavored spit as he licked and licked and licked... sucking harder and harder until he began to nibble and chew at the hot, hot turd... eating and swallowing until he couldn't take it any more... He ripped the turd from his mouth and plunged his dick into it... raping his father's turd... breeding it... seeding it... so huge that even his sizable dick only burrowed into its core... ...so hot... so fleshy and yet so earthen around his prong... ...Brian howled his release as he spurted jet after jet into his father's log, and it finally disintegrated... 'Plenty more where that came from, Brian,' came his father's lust-laden voice from the shadowy corner by the basin. Brian spun about on his knees, his shit covered tongue still lolling in need, his fuck-lust barely sated. Rick stepped forward, panting and pulling on his tits, his long fingernails pincering his red, angry nubs... 'Oh god, boy... watching you find the filthy load I left you in the toilet... watching you put your head in there and lick it and eat my dirty shit... almost made me forget I was so mad at you for raping my ass last night,' he informed his son, 'Guess I just wasn't thinking straight. After all, you were hardly the first to bust me open...' Brian barely registered this last missing piece of the puzzle. Rick turned around and bent over, thrusting out his phat dadass, presenting his son with what he really wanted - his red-raw, fucked-open, shit-smeared, cum-leaking hole... 'This what ya want, son..?' Brian groaned in need... 'Nuh-uh,' his dad teased him, wiggling his cakes at him, 'Not yet. You still gotta get punished for what you did, son.' He nodded over at the toilet rim. 'You still gotta clean up all that cum offa the toilet rim, son. That's the loads from five different men. Lick it all up. Every last drop of spooge. And then swallow it all down like a good boy...' He grinned evilly. Brian slowly grinned back, licking his lips. As he commenced to clean the porcelaine with long, slow, deliberate licks, he never once broke eye contact with his father. 'Mmmmmm...' groaned Brian, savoring all those dirty, anonymous cumloads and really giving his dad a show, 'MMmm-mmm-mmm... ' and he waved his hole at Rick in invitation as he knelt there, swabbing with his tongue. Rick was so turned on by watching his boy's nasty chore that he started bucking his hips and thrusting his dick at the empty air. He pinched, tweaked and tormented his nipples into a chest-heaving, Dad-huffing frenzy as he salivated and drooled openly at the sight of his son's raped-open, dirty cunthole.... He hawked and spat a loogie with perfect aim. Both father and son moaned as it hit its target and landed on Brian bullseye... When his son worked it into his hole with a thumb, his dad groaned lewdly and sank to all fours too. He got behind Brian and latched onto his son's hole with his mouth... 'AHHHH...' Brian cried out, feeling his dad's tongue punch into his hole... 'Nomm-nomm-nomm-nomm...' moaned Dad as he sucked his boy's anus greedily. 'Aww yeah, son,' he instructed, 'All that filthy spooge... all that dirty nasty come... get it all up.. lick up every spurt. Yeahhh... and lick my shit up offa the floor... Daddy's dirty, dirty, dirty boy... nom-nom-nom-nommmm...' He suddenly groaned aloud and, without so much as touching his dick, spurted his seed all over the floor. Naturally Brian was expected to lick all that up as well, so he turned around to get cleaning, which had both Alstead men moaning excitedly. Brian never knew where it came from but he suddenly 'woofed' at his dad, still on all fours, and he wagged his heiny like a dog. 'Oh, fuck yeah, son,' moaned Dad, 'Woof! Woof woof!' And then both father and son were barking at each other, rotweillers in heat, facing each other on hands and knees. Rick leaned forward so he and his son could lick each other's open tongues in long, long canine swipes, sharing the flavors of shit and cum. Then Rick stood, spun around, grabbed a fistfull of Brian's hair, and shoved his son's head roughly into his funky hole. Brian growled deep into his father's ass, worrying and chewing at it like he was indeed a beast. This had Rick singing out a high pitched stream of ahhhing and cursing, and he ground his hips ever more mercilessly, nearly suffocating his licking, sucking, siphoning son. Rick was only too happy to reward his son with a thrust from his bowels... 'Mmmm...' Brian yummied again, 'Aw fuck, Dad, yeah... nom-nom-nom-nom-lick, dig, suck, chew, swallow...' 'Oink!' cried Dad, 'Daddy's dirty little piggy!' And now Brian grunted and squealed obligingly, like a crazed feasting hog in rutlust...... As he feasted on his father's shit direct from the source, Brian's dick spurted upward, coating the back of his dad's dick and his balls. These were next for Brian's vaccuuming mouth. First the low, slapping balls, one at a time, glommed deep into Son's mouth and sucked, rolled around and tormented... Brian's first cock in his mouth was his father's, and running on pure, frenzied instinct he deep throated him like a seasoned whore... He choked and massaged his father's phallus with his throat muscles on and on, until he had coaxed a load direct from his father's cock into his stomach, a chaser for all that hot tasty shit. Both were panting hard now. Rick reached down to his son and frenched him for real this trime, mashing his son's tongue with his own, spitting, gobbing and filling his mouth with his own snot and salivary juices... And then Dad was teasing at Brian's hole, smearing it with his latest hot turd, working the tip inside and then mashing it all up there with three fingers... 'Fuck, son, take my juicy turd up your cunt...' His boy only squealed like a piggy and hunkered down, pushing his ass ring wide to receive the long, penetrating column of shit, 'Yeah, son, I'm gonna shit-rape your ass...' 'Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!' Brian cried in excitement, as he felt his cunt stretched open by his dad's invading shit... little hard nobbles of turd thrust against his hotspot, 'Oh FUCK, YEAH, Daddy, shit rape my hole...' Dad twisted and torqued that crusty log like it was a dildo before it lodged itself so far up his chute it stuck there, slamming into one of Brian's own turds coming the other way... Rick made sure that nothing was exiting that hole, so he smeared his cock juice all over his head and thrust his dick up his son's chute in a single, aggressive plunge.... Still on all fours, Brian threw his head back and screamed! His father gave him no chance to accommodate him, however, and began power-fucking his son instantly on that dirty bathroom floor. Brian screamed and screamed, his hole on fire and his bowels packed so full with two loads of shit and one very angry daddick, that he saw stars and thought he was going to faint... But the nastiness of it all brought him through it and the rawness of his hole started to hurt in a real good way and in no time he was thrusting himself, gasping, back against his dad's slamming hips... 'Oh God,' Brian moaned, 'oh God... so full... so full... don't stop... Daddy, don't ever stop...' Brian balls churned out three loads over the next twenty minutes, during which his raging father angry-fucked him without pause. It was a feat of endurance remarkable for a man of Rick's age, but he was driven to make his son's first incest-rape one that he would never forget. And finally, with a roar, Rick spurted and shot jet after jet of scalding lava up deep into his boy's bowels. Both he and Brian were bombarded with load upon load of cum from their unnoticed audience, who had gathered in the bathroom a full half hour before. Rick collapsed on top of his son, bringing them both down to the cold tile. They kissed passionately, licking other men's loads of each other's faces, before drinking down the rainstorm of piss that followed. 'There...' panted Rick, 'Now we're even...' Brian had no breath to reply that his dad threw a mean fuck. But in a dim corner of his mind, tucked away for now, he knew that tomorrow morning he wouldn't be going anywhere. He and Dad were here to stay... ********************************** Two years later, Megan Alstead and her daughter Cathy took down the missing persons posters that time and the sun had faded. With sadness in their hearts, they agreed that the time had come to accept the inevitable and start the healing process. Their new home - not so new now - was still littered with unpacked boxes of all but the essentials of day to day life. Which they had learned to live, one at a time. In truth, with what had taken place, with no husband or son, no father or brother, it had never really felt like a home anyway. Putting it back on the market was the easiest of their decisions. ********************************** 'Your dad throws a mean fuck,' remarked Eddie Bearquiver, as his lover Brian lay back in his arms in the cornfield and they both stared at the clouds making shapes in the sky. 'My hole's still burning.' Brian laughed. 'Don't sweat it, stud, I have ways to cool it down for ya later!' They both laughed and shared a long, passionate kiss. 'Oh cripes,' came an older male voice from the track, 'Riley, son, don't let your boys come this way - there's two queers making out in the corn.' Brian and Eddie broke their kiss, laughing, and regarded each other with a smile. 'God, I love lost tourists,' said Brian. 'Ya know,' said Eddie, 'We really should be the bigger men and help them out. They may not know there's a great little boarding house over the next rise.' TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FINAL CHAPTER