Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2015 18:00:24 +0000 From: Rob Armstrong Subject: SPIKES DIARIES: ANONYMOUS SPIKE'S DIARIES: ANONYMOUS 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.... POSTED 11/15/12 ANONYMOUSLY ON A GAY INCEST TUMBLR (IP address traced to Zach MacBride, 18, Jersey City NJ) ANONYMOUS Hey man, love your blog. Fuckn hot. A lot of guys who post on here are full of BS but I got some real incest experiences I just haffta share. Couple weeks ago, on Halloween, me and my buddies on our high school football team got involved in some pretty intense sex shit after a game against another school in NYC. Both teams got rufied or sumthin, 'cos we all woke up in this kinda underground cave. I guess that's really a story for another post. But the point is, all our dads were there and got in on all the crazy sex action. It was fuckd up and hot as hell! Except that, wouldnja know it, that was the one game my own dad had to miss because of work. Now I don't know wtf they did to us that night, but I sure as shit never pegged myself for a fag - never had a fag thought in my life - and I never got that vibe from any of the other guys or their dads neither. And yet for the last two weeks, a whole bunch of us - dads AND sons - have been gettin together on the DL and fuckin like bunnies. What we do ain't exactly FAG tho, or if it is, who the fuck cares? 'Cos it's HOT, is what it is, watching my buddies and their dads reaming out each other. So I guess whatever was done to us that night changed us. Except that my frickin Dad wasn't there and now all I wanted was to see his hot, beefy body naked and for us to nail each other all night, every night like the other guys. But I couldn't. Because he missed the damn game. So I had to get creative. Turns out Coach R, our senior coach at W High, was one of the masterminds behind the whole Halloween set-up. I know now that he's heavy into the whole SM scene and a coupla twins from my school and their dad are among his sex slaves. He wants me to join his stable, but that ain't exactly my scene. He's cool with that tho, and been real helpful with settin up my Dad. So last weekend we had a game against a team in Dayton, Ohio. Instead of flyin out with the team, I guilted Dad into takin me out there on our own. Coach was in on it, of course, so I had his approval, and Dad's really a great guy and already felt bad about missin my last game. Coach suggested an airline that took us to a small local airport which is actually closer to the game venue than Dayton Int. Dad picked me up from school still wearin his suit - he came straight from the office and had thrown travel bags in the trunk for us both that morning. Man, he looked fine in his sharp, tailored outfit. His jacket bulged in all the right places, hinting at the amazingly buff body he's kept up since his own football days. My dick was rockhard in my jock as soon as I slid into the passenger seat. On the plane I encouraged him to have a beer or two, so he had a pretty good buzz on when we landed at this tiny, ramshackle little airport near Dayton. At my engineering, we were among the last to leave the aircraft, and so by the time we hit the arrivals hall it was almost empty. Dad was surprised to see some sort of customs check up ahead. 'Really? On a domestic flight? That's odd.' 'Maybe it's extra security, Dad. They stepped it up real tight lately.' My Dad nodded. 'I guess. The world is a more dangerous place these days.' The two security guards were hot as fuck in their tight blue security uniforms, stretched thin across their linebacker bodies. Younger than my Dad but way older than me - maybe late 20s, early 30s? They waved the last few passengers thru until they came to us. Coach R had set this up, of course. Like I said, he was a big help... My dick, which had hardly subsided since the flight, stiffened right back up in anticipation... 'Hi,' said the one whose name tag read 'Jerry'. He wore a nice dark mustache and a friendly smile. 'You guys look like you must be here for the game...' 'Huh?' My Dad was took back for a second. 'Oh, you mean the BIG game in the city. No no, my son's in a high school game tomorrow.' 'Nice,' said the clean-shaven one, who had to be the other guy's younger brother, 'I'll bet it's still a pretty big deal to you guys, huh?' He clapped me on the shoulder and felt up my delt appreciatively. I noticed that his name tag read 'Thomas'. Really? Tom and Jerry? Coach had to be kiddin me. There was general laughter among our group, tho a little strained from Dad as he watched 'Thomas' continue to paw my upper body in a way that was now bordering on inappropriate... My Dad was REAL conservative that way... Only I knew how bad my rod was startin to throb... Jerry broke the slight tension by gettin down to business. 'Sorry to be a pain, fellas, but we gotta do spot checks on all incoming flights at the moment...' Dad waved away his apology and we both hefted our bags up onto the metal security table for their inspection. The brothers unzipped our bags and rooted thru them, as respectful as they could, tryin to cause the minimum disruption in there. Suddenly Jerry frowned as he felt something. He peered inside and then a look of shock crossed his handsome face. He turned the bag so his brother could see in. They looked at each other. Then they looked at Dad. And they weren't smilin no more. 'Whose bag is this one, sir?' Jerry was all formality now. Dad was thrown. 'Erm... that would be mine...' 'And you packed it yourself?' Thomas wanted to know. 'Well... sure...' Yeah, Dad, I thought - except for the coupla extras I threw in there when you weren't payin attention... 'I think you both better come with us,' Jerry stated, his face was stone now. Dad was speechless as they led us into a very dark room. The walls were bare brick and a single bare light bulb was the only light source, hangin in the centre, over another metal table. But this table had a troff runnin down one side, which fed into a pipe that ran down to a grating in the concrete floor. It all looked... kinda... sinister... My hardon began to leak in my jock... Thomas closed the door, shutting us all in. He folded his arms and stood there, barring any attempt to escape. Poor Dad had no such thoughts, however. He just looked from one to the other, his mouth agape, desperately tryin to process what was goin on. Jerry stood on the other side of the table and placed Dad's bag there. One by one, he removed certain objects which Dad had never laid eyes on in his life before. The first was a set of handcuffs, genuine law enforcement issue. Then came what I knew to be a ball gag. Followed by razor toothed nipple clamps. Followed by a large tube of something that sure as hell wasn't no toothpaste... Followed by the prize in the collection. A 12-inch black rubber dildo with a huge mushroom head and plenty of girth around. My father's gape of confusion turned to a gasp of horror at the sight of the lewd object. 'B-b-but...' he spluttered, 'I never... I swear I never...' Jerry slapped the dildo into his palm seveal times like a billy club. 'How many times we heard that line, bro?' Thomas whistled softly. 'Wish I had a dime, brother mine...' My dick was threatenin to bust outta my shorts. Dad looked so horror-struck. So vulnerable. I just wanted to rape his hot ass right there on that cold steel table with those guys watchin... Dad cleared his throat and attempted to slice thru his shock with some logic. 'But what the hell would I want with..?' Jerry carried on slapping that rubber dick into his hand. 'That's a fine-lookin boy you got there, Daaad...' he mocked, 'Real chip off the old block... don't tell me a hot alpha stud like you ain't thought about takin his sweet ass one sweaty, stormy night when the thunder is loud enough to stifle his screams...' My father looked like he'd gotten his face slapped. 'That is a vile, DISGUSTING assertion...' Jerry was hard as a rock in his uniform pants, really gettin off on torturing my old man. 'Or maybe this trip was the perfect opportunity to get junior outta town, to some anonymous hotel, cuff him to the bed and use THIS monster on him...' SLAP... SLAP... SLAP... Thomas steped up behind me real close and thrust his own hardon up against my ass. Carefully, so my Dad wouldn't notice, I pressed myself back into him and subtly ground my buns in circles... 'Hey Jer,' Thomas panted, his breath hot at my ear, 'check his bag again... see if he's got any drugs in among the underwear... Maybe he was plannin to rufie the kid...' Jerry shook his head. 'Nope, nuthin else in here.' Then he looked up and smiled at my Dad wickedly. 'Less'n he got them stashed up his ass, o'course...' Dad blanched. He was beginnin to catch on how this was gonna go. 'No... no... please, not that...' It was time for me to play my part. 'Honest guys,' I pleaded, 'my Dad wouldn't never do nuthin to me like that... he's the best dad ever...' I moved forward as if to go to his aid but Thomas held me tight with his big arms round my pecs. Dad looked round at me, full of concern. 'It's all right, son, just some kind of misunderstanding. Please, sir, let go of my son, I'll co-operate with the cavity search. Just please let my boy wait outside.' 'No can do, buddy,' Thomas said, 'He's under our protection now until we inform child services.' Jerry snapped on a long black latex glove - it looked more like one you'd use for fisting in a sex dungeon than an exam... 'Bend over the table, please, and stretch out your hands towards the center.' Dad removed the jacket of his suit and followed his orders. 'Don't worry, son,' he assured me, 'this is no different than getting a prostate check during a medical...' There was a loud click as Jerry snapped the pair of cuffs over Dad's wrists and attached the chain to a ring on the far ledge of the table, stretching him full-out and flat to the surface. Dad was startled. Surely cuffs weren't standard procedure... God, he looked amazing. That fantastic, fat Dad-ass, outthrust, clad in respectable pinstripe, yet served up like any bottom pig-slut ready to used... Maybe Coach was onto sumthin after all, with his dungeon slaves... And... oh FUCK... I hadn't realised til now, but the visible strap lines that showed thru the light wool weave revealed that Dad's only underwear was a jock-strap! Dad was already sweatin, feelin the strain on his arms and shoulders, when his day turned from bad to worse. RIIIIIIIIIIP! Jerry brutally tore open the seat of my Dad's thousand dollar suit. Dad's head jerked up and he cried out as if struck. 'My pants!' he gasped inanely, '...my goddamn pants...' But Jesus... words cannot describe the hotness of that sight. Other than a few accidental peeks over the years, my first sight of my Dad's ass was a vision that I will remember on my death bed. It was a thing of beauty. Two perfect globes of muscle, covered in glossy black fur, framed by white straps and shredded wool. Even Jerry took a moment to gaze at it, and behind me Thomas breathed out a single... 'Fuuuuuuck....' Then Jerry went at it like a man possessed. He grabbed those magnificent buns and moulded and kneaded them in his burning palms. And in that moment it clicked for Dad. This was no normal security procedure. He was being sexually assaulted, and in front of his own son. 'How dare you,' he grated hoarsely, clinging to whatever remnants of dignity he had left, 'How dare you...' Jerry pulled his ass apart. Dad's hole was lost deep in a jungle. The security guard's tongue dove in and sought it out with long, sloppy licks and thrusting pokes... 'I'll have you horsewhipped,' Dad moaned, his breath becomin ragged...'abusing your position of authority for your own... ungh! ...perverted ends, you filthy degenerate!' Jerry opened up the tube of grease he had taken from Dad's bag and squeezed a generous helping onto his fore and middle fingers. It wasn't just lube that Coach had given me. It was laced with the same top-secret government formula that had turned me, my team and all the dads into dirty fucksluts on Halloween. With expert precision, he jabbed both fingers right up Dad's hole. 'MOTHERFUCK!' ...my conservatively-spoken father yelled... Wasting no time, Jerry began to vigorously frig Dad's chute. 'Ahhhh..... ah-ah.... aaaaaaaaaahooooooooo....' he wailed. The sight was too much for me. My hot, stern Republican father, chained to a table, his ass forcibly exposed and being finger- drilled like a cheap street-hustler... I couldn't help myself. I bucked in Thomas's arms as I exploded in my jock without touchin myself... Thomas knew and he clamped a big paw down on my basket. He grasped it tight and worked it in his fist, mashing my dick round in all that gooshey goodness... 'Aaaaaarghhhh...' Dad yelled.... 'ooof-ooof-ooof-ooof!' Jerry's dick was out now and laving juice all over my Dad's globes and beadin in his fur... I reached behind and fought with Thom's zipper to unleash his monstrous appendage. It was slick in my hand as I worked it. He pulled my wet tool outta ma drawers and jacked it back to full hardness... ...I was already leakin dick juice as I watched with relish my father's violation... 'UNGHHH-UNGHHH-UNGHHH-UNG!' he grunted... Thom licked my ear and whispered, 'Coach R says hi... and you're welcum...' Ooooh how I fast I got my shorts down so Thom could drive that hard shaft up my cunt... But apparently that wasn't in the script... just yet... Dad's cries had begun to subside and his shouts were losin power. 'Oooouch...' he whimpered, '.... fuckin OOOOOW... not so fuckin HARD man.... ooooooooooouuuuch....' Sad truth, he was startin to sound kinda like a pussy. But I knew that was just the formula beginnin to work its magic... 'Hey, Jer,' Thom piped up, 'You findin anythin?' 'Not so much as a backed up turd.' That didn't cause Jerry to lessen his assault, however. 'Well maybe he stashed it up his son's ass, instead...' That caused my Dad to man up a little... 'Don't you dare... you keep your filthy hands off my son...' Jerry rewarded that rebellion with a THIRD finger... 'OOOOOF!' Dad huffed... ' Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh...' And he began to huff and whup as Jerry drilled him... and... was THAT a little WIGGLE in his hips as he started to arch back onto Jerry's hand... Next thing I knew, I was face down on the table right beside Dad. Thomas pulled down my jock with a wrench. He had no cuffs and settled for holding my wrists out in front in one meaty paw. Meanwhile Jerry had paused only long enough to yank Dad's pants and jock all the way off. Then he was three fingers deep again. Dad and I were face to face. He looked into my eyes, stricken. Afraid for me, in spite of the sweet torment his hole was experiencin. Next thing his worst fears were realised. My eyes went wide and I screamed in a very convinvcin wail of agony... Fact was, I coulda done with Thom shovin a coupla extra digits up there, but this was hardly the moment to tell him. Sides, he was fingerin me even faster than his brother was Dad, and I was nicely boned and drippin. Poor, poor Dad. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. He'd no idea that my hole had gotten breached weeks back by some horny old muscle bear in a wifebeater an a werewolf mask... As far as he was aware, he was witnessing my cherry-bustin now. 'Dad!' I yelled, 'Dad, make him stop.... arghhhh.... unh...' 'Oh son, I'm so sorry...' 'He's fingerin me, Dad, he's got his finger up inside me...' I wondered if it was makin him hard yet. Jerry told me later that that was indeed the moment he finally began to get boned. Nice... At last Jerry began to slow down. His tauntin, tho, was far from over. He picked up the dildo and pistol whipped dad in the face with it. Dad had started to catch his breath. Now he found his mouth stufd with twelve thick inches of rubber... 'So this is what you had planned for your boy,' Jerry murmurred in his ear, 'Only fair you get to taste it instead. You're a bad, bad, dirty daddy...' And now he had removed his fingers from Dad's hole and begun to spank his ass for variety. Dad choked and gagged as the dildo force-fucked his throat, his face red as beetroot and tears flowing freely... I kept up my complaints at my own treatment. 'Oh God, Dad, he's hurtin me with his finger... his hard, bony finger... AAAARGHHH! Now he's gotten TWO fingers up me, Dad.... no... no... THREE...!' Actually Thom didn't, but he got the message and obliged... ...OOOOFFF but that dude has BIG hands... Dad's muffled groans turned to moans as I gave him a runnin commentary on the destruction of my ass. At last Jerry pulled the dildo out of his mouth and waved it in his face. It was slick with his spit. 'Looks just about ready to go up your ass, Daddio!' 'Noooo!' Dad rasped, his throat raw. 'Here it comes, ready or not!' And Jerry jammed that giant mushroom head into my Dad's sphincter. Dad's mouth was open, but only a dry, ragged croak was audible. Jerry worked it inside and plunged half the rod up his chute. Dad banged his head against the table and gritted his teeth. 'Out!' he gasped, 'Take it ouuuuuuut....' Jerry winked down at me. 'So how about we do it to your son, instead, Daddy?' 'No, no, no... just take it ouuut, for pity's sake...' 'His hole is younger and more pliable than yours... I'm sure it won't be so hard on him as it is on you...' Dad muttered somethin into the surface of the table. 'What was that, hoss?' He mumbled a little louder. Jerry worked the dildo further in. 'I caaaan't heeeeear youuuu...!' 'Oh God!' Dad cried, 'do it, then...' 'Do what? File my taxes?' 'Oh, Jeez, I'm sorry son, just DO IT!' Further in - the dildo slid all the way now and Jerry got pumpin. 'My laundry... what?' 'Oh God! Oh God! Don't make me...' 'SAY IT!', Jerry finished for him in a roar, 'SAY IT, FUCKER!' 'DO IT!' Dad yelled, finally broken, 'DO IT TO MY SON! FUCK HIM WITH THAT DILDO, JUST TAKE IT OUTTA ME FOR CHRISSAKES...!!!' 'Happy to oblige, stud!' When Jerry yanked the dildo free and passed it to his bro, it was covered in my Dad's ass-juices and a thin film of his shit. I relished the slick feel of it as Thom fed it into my experienced pighole. Looked forward to eatin Dad out later...Oink-oink-oink! 'Aaaargh, Daaaad,' I wailed, 'he's pushing your shit up my hole! Oh God, he's fuckin me with that monster and your shit's squishin round insida me...' Apparently THAT was when Dad shot his first load of the day... Fuck if didn I made mySELF shoot again as I told him that. Dad said nuthin now. Instead he looked at me in a kinda spaced-out fascination, the early dawnins of lust on his face. 'Oooh-hoo-hoo-hooo!' Jerry chuckled softly into Dad's ear, 'You really are a bad... bad... dirty... daddy... ainchoo?' Dad didn't seem to notice that the man was smearin more formula up his hole, fingerin him again as he spoke... He just... watched me... 'Course,' Jerry went on, 'I didn't say nuthin about ME fuckin your fine daddy-ass, now did I?' This time Dad barely grunted as his hole was filled. Jerry wasn't small, but Dad was really gonna feel it when Thom took his turn... For now he remained eye-locked with me... 'He's fuckin me, Daddy,' I cooed, 'Fuckin' me with that big ass dildo... jus like you told him to...' Thom sped up on my hole and I began to pant in earnest now. 'Ohhh Daddy... it huuuuurts, Daddy....' 'Does it really hurt, Son?' Dad croaked, beginning to grunt with Jerry's thrusts. My breath hitched in sync. 'Uhu! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!' I allowed my tongue to loll out of my mouth as I panted. Dad was beginnig to growl now at gettin ass-fucked, buckin his hips to meet Jerry's. He too thrust out his tongue, lust-drunk, his handsome face clouded with passion. 'Tell me, son... tell me about it...' 'It's so big, Daddy... he's rapin my ass... turnin it into a cunt... and it huuuuurts, Daddy...' 'Does it hurt, Son..?' 'It huuuuurts.... soooo goooooood....' And I shocked him by licking his outthrust tongue with my own. And then we were devouring each other, father and son, as my seductuion and the formula broke down his last barriers... Father an' son... gettin RAM-RAPE... side by side... When my Dad came up for air, he was another man. 'FUCK HIM!' Dad commanded Thomas, 'FUCK my jock-slut SON! RAM HIS CUNT! DRIVE it into him HARD! Make him BLEEEEEED!!!' Jeez, we'd created a monster! Jerry roared as he unleashed a sudden load deep inside Dad's bowels. I came for the umpteenth time, and I guess some of it must have hit Dad's legs because he smiled like a wolf. 'Let me up,' he ordered, 'It's MY turn to take his ass.' Jerry unlocked his cuffs. Dad ripped off his shirt and tie. His chest was as thickly forested as his ass and he looked like Odin, father of the gods. His tool was massive, already dripping from one load, and now seeping in preparation for the next. At last. My old man was gonna breed my hole. 'Hold him down,' he directed, but as Thom moved to vacate dildo from ass to accommodate him, Dad shook his head. 'No, leave it in there. I want him to FEEL my tool take his cunt...' Wuh-wow. Seasoned slut that I am, even I gulped at that. Dad placed his hands on my back, feelin up my back and shoulder muscles hungrily. His dick pried at twelve o'clock at the rim where didldo met ass ring. His head found a chink between them, and he plunged his tool savagely down alongside the embedded dildo. 'Hey, Dad, take it easy', I squeaked, genuinely winded. Good thing that Turkish stud taught me how to take a fist... But it was hot. It was how it should be. How it shoulda been that night of Halloween. The first time gettin bred by your Dad oughtta hurt a little, oughtta be difficult... hard an dirty... Dad double dicked me mercilessly with that dildo and I was soon growling like a horny bearcub. His fur grazed my back and chaffed at my skin and I couldn'ta been happier. Until, that was, I heard him order Thom to shove 'that massive hunk of manmeat' up his 'dirty shitter'. OINK! Some mighty fine eatin in there! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! OOOOooohhhh, where's a horny DOBERMAN when ya need one... Got me ta wonderin if the guys had a shepherd handy fer later... ...DAMN if that notion didn't force ANOTHER load outta me... WOOOOF! In no time I was pullin train, as Dad plowed me, Thom plowed him, and Jerry piledrived his brother. We musta cum a zillion times that afternoon. Coach wasn't too put out that I was walkin too funny to make the game the next day. He advised Dad that the best way to ease my burnin hole was to plant plenty of eatin out and hot Dad-cream up there. Which Dad followed to the letter. Relentlessly....