Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2017 21:39:53 +0000
From: Rob Armstrong <robarmstrong26@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Spike's Hollow

SPIKE'S HOLLOW

   THESE STORIES CONTAINS THEMES OF INCEST BETWEEN FATHERS, SONS AND/ OR
GRANDSONS, WATERSPORTS, MILD SCAT AND DOMINATION.  THESE CHARACTERS EXIST
IN AN AIDSFREE, 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.

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NOTE: This is a self-contained, one-off dialog which takes place in the
'Spike's Universe', and NOT part of a new series.

Enjoy reading.
Rob

	NB: See 'Spike's Piercing Parlour' series, November 24th 2012
	'Spikle's Diaries' series, August 28th 2016
	'Spike's Boarding House' current, at time of writing: updated to
February 10th 2017

			      SPIKE'S HOLLOW

DAD: Hey, Son, come over here an' give yer ol' man a hug!

SON: Happy 50th, Dad!

(GRUNTS)

SON: Jeez, Dad, you been working out?

DAD: It's what ya mother calls a part of my mid-life crisis!  (TO HIMSELF)
Hehe, she has no idea...

SON: So where you hiding the sports car and the 20 year-old model?

DAD: I'll never tell...

SON: Well, you're as strong as an ox - you always were - but DAMN you've
gotten yourself in shape!

DAD: Well with a buffed up quarterback son in his senior year at college...

SON: Ah, so you're feeling the pressure, old man?

(SCUFFLE)

DAD: I'll give yous a run fer ya money any day, sport!

SON: (LAUGHS) Okay, easy stud!  You break me, you've bought me!

(PAUSE)

SON: Dad?  What's up?  Cat got your tongue?

DAD: Oh no, Son - just find your suggestion intriguing...

(AWKWARD PAUSE)

SON: Well, whatever - we better get back to the party - Mom's giving us the
evil eye!

DAD: Sure - but before we do: Son, you're here fruh coupla days, huh?

SON: Four, in fact, Dad.

DAD: Great!  So how's abouts we go out on the tiles tomorrow night?  Just
the two of us, just us boys?

SON: Dad, that's an awesome idea!  We haven't done that in an age.

DAD: Cool.  But let's just keep it to ourselves, yeah?

SON: Sure Dad, why not?



NEXT EVENING

SON: This bar is pretty cool.  Some real hot women - but don't tell Carly I
said that!  Here's to ya, Dad!

DAD: And to you, Son.  We had a good day today, huh?

SON: Awesome.  Thanks for taking me along to your gym earlier - but isn't
SoHo a little out of your way?

DAD: You'd be surprised how convenient it is.  And didn't you notice how
friendly the guys are?

SON: Well, what I noticed was how much they were checking the two of us out
- but then that's SoHo, I guess!  In any case, you certainly been getting
the results, Dad.  I didn't realise until you stripped down in the locker
room - you are RIPPED, man.

(PAUSE)

DAD: Ya really think so, Son?  I'm psyched.  So tell me.  What d'ya like
most about my body?

SON: Erm... well... jeez, Dad, I dunno... I'm pretty jealous of your
shoulders.  You have delts like weather balloons.

DAD: Thanks, boy.  And I'm told my ass ain't too shoddy either - Shot!

(RAPID GULPS AND SLAMMING DOWN OF SHOT GLASSES)

DAD: Say, whaddya say we split this joint - a buddy of mine recommended
this sports bar down a few blocks.

SON: Oh, what's it called? I might know it.

DAD: 'Spike's Hollow' or sumthin.  Who cares, the booze is supposed to be
good 'n' cheap.

SON: Nah, that's a new one on me.

DAD: Okay, let's go!

15 MINUTES LATER

SON: Whoo, am I buzzed or what!  You know, Dad, this place looks kinda
rough.  Erm... you sure this is your first time here, Dad?  A lot of these
guys seem to know you.

DAD: I just got one of those faces, is all.

SON: Jeez, you weren't kidding about the prices - lookit all that top shelf
booze for next to nothing!  How does that work on the Lower East Side?

DAD: I guess they make their money all right - look around, the place is
rammed!

SON: Oh Dad... more shots?  Really?

DAD: Sumthin to wash the beers down with.  Looks like we's gonna hafta sit
at the bar, Son.

SON: Phew!  Well, they certainly save on air conditioning.  This place is
an oven.

DAD: (GRUNTS) Damn, these backless bar stools play havoc with my spine.
Shot!

(RAPID GULPS, SLAMMING SHOT GLASSES)

DAD: Whoo!  That shit don't take no prisoners.  But Son, you ain't said a
word about my piercings.

SON: (GULPS) Uhm... well... it's been a while since we showered together.
Are those new?  What does Mom think?

DAD: Fairly new.  And I don't wear 'em around ya mother, only on... special
occasions...

SON: (SWALLOWS HARD) Am I right in thinking you have them in now..?

DAD: See fer yourself, Boy.

SON: Oh - erm... okay, I guess you do... you can button up your shirt
again, Dad.

DAD: Like you say, it's hot in here.  I believe I'll leave it open fer now.
Shot!

(RAPID GULPS, SLAMMING SHOT GLASSES)

DAD: Hooo-wheee!  Sides, I like ta play with my tits when I'm chillin' out,
helps relax me...

SON: Erm... Dad... is that a good idea in a public place like this..?

DAD: Look around, Boy - I ain't the only one doin' it...

SON: Shit, you're right - and I don't see a single woman...

DAD: Well, 'Spike's Hollow' is a sports bar.  Oooohhhh yeahhhh... pullin on
my pierced nips... mmmm... feels so good...  You wanna grab my pert tits,
Son?  Roll those nubs around in ya fingers?  Give em a good sharp
squeeze..?  See how they feel..?  I think you'd enjoy havin yours lanced as
well.

SON: Erm... (BIG GULP) Thanks, Dad, I'll pass...

DAD: Son, do you got sumthin against piercings?

SON: Well... no, I guess not as such, no...  I don't think Carly would mind
me having one, she's a pretty liberal gal.

(PAUSE)

SON: (SLURRING A LITTLE) So... are you wearing the... other... piercing as
well, Dad?

(PAUSE)

DAD: (DEEP CHUCKLE) Well now, Boy... if ya care ta join me at the urinal
I'll show ya...

(LONG PAUSE)

SON: Nah, that's okay, Dad - I do need to take a wicked piss, though.  Back
in a minute...

DAD: That a banana I see in ya shorts..?  Ya sure a leak is ALL ya gotta
take care of..?

SON: (LAUGHING) Dick!  Unf..! Gaaad these shorts you bought me are TIGHT...

DAD: Tight shorts fer a tight ass, Son...


5 MINUTES LATER

SON: Dad... I think maybe we ought to try somewhere else.  This is no
sports bar... do you see any games playing in here? ...  I think your
friend may have been pranking you.  Your buddy sent us to a gay bar.

DAD: Really?  No kidding.  Huh.  (CHUCKLES) Well ya never know, Boy, ya
just might learn a few things!

SON: Dad, I've been to plenty of gay bars with Carly and some of her cabin
crew friends.  This is different.  This is seedier.  Look over there - that
bearded guy is practically naked and some older dude is groping his jock
pouch.  And opposite them, two guys are pulling on each other's nipple
piercings... oh shit, they look identical... like freakin' twins... Don't
you think we'd be better off finding another... Shit, Dad, why did you take
your shirt off?

DAD: Well you called it earlier, Boy... this joint is an oven!

SON: So let's split.

DAD: I'm comfortable where I am.  Lighten up, Boy.  Get that fine bubble
ass back up on ya barstool. (SWAT!)  Attaboy.  (QUIETLY) You should take
yer shirt off, too.  It's soaked through and if yous don't relax yous gonna
start drawin attention ter yaself...

SON: (SLURRING) Nah... s'okay... I'm gettin' checked out too much as it is
already...

DAD: Take it the fuck off, will ya?  If any dude gives ya hassle, just tell
him I'm ya boyfriend...

SON: (GIGGLES) Okay... Daddy...(SNIGGERS)

DAD: There ya go!  Finally, my boy has his shirt off.  Shot!

SON: Oh crap...

(RAPID GULPS, SLAMMING SHOT GLASSES)

DAD: Now, ain't that better?  Nipple squeeeze..!

SON: Ouch!  (LAUGHS) Dad, get off... leave my nips alone...

DAD: Mmmm... yous got NICE tits, Son, nice big beefy slabs of pecs... oooh
dear, I've gotten the tits all perky and excited.

SON: (LAUGHING) Get off, willya?  God, you are SO embarrassing...

(CLINK, SNAP)

SON: (SLOWLY) Dad - why did you just cuff one of my hands to the bar?

DAD: 'Case ya fall offa ya barstool - ya pretty drunk.  See?  I won't let
nuthin bad happen to my boy.  C'mon... get in a little closer...

(SOUND OF KISSING)

SON: (CONFUSED) Dad?  Whaaa the fuuu..?

DAD: We'll, if I'm pretendin' ta be ya boyfriend we gotta make it look
good, don't we?

(MORE KISSING... DEEPER... PROLONGED...)

SON: Geez, Dad... did ya hafta use ya tongue...?  I don'.... GLOMPH!

(SLURP OF TONGUE BEING THRUST BACK INTO MOUTH)

(LOTS AND LOTS MORE KISSING)

SON: Mmmm.... mmmmm....

DAD: Ggggrrrr.... grrrrr....

(FOLLOWED BY LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS MORE KISSING)

SON: (GASPING) Dad...let go the back of my head, I...

(GLOMPH)

(AAAAND... BACK TO THE SLURPY, SQUELCHY, DROOLY KISSING...)

(UNTIL...)

(PLOP!)

SON: Dad... (GASP) No, Dad, seriously, I think we should stop... you've
popped a boner...

DAD: Oh, willya lookit that.

SON: Hey!  How did my belt come unbuckled?  And my shorts get unbuttoned?

DAD: (CHUCKLES) Practice.

SON: (GASP) Dad - why are you pulling down the back of my shorts..?

DAD: Relax, Boy, we're in a pretty dark corner of the bar here..  (CALLS
OUT) Oh George, throw me one of those little packets of lube ya keep next
to the nuts...

SON: Wait... what?  You know that bartender's name..?

DAD: Thanks, George - Boy, get this thing open fer me, will ya?

SON: (SIGHS) Huh?  Oh, okay.  Here y'are - Dad, what's going..  UNGH!

(SQUISHHH!)

SON: UNGH!  UNGHH!  WOOOF!

(SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!)

SON: (GASP!)  Dad... (GASP!)  Dad... (GASP!)  ...g-g-get your finger outta
my ass..!

DAD: Whassamatter?  Scared ya might like it?  (CHUCKLES)

SON: What the fuck's gotten... (GASP!) ...into you...?  I'm outta
here... (GASP!) Gimme the key to this... (GASP!)
...unhh.. unhhh... unhhh.. UNHH...

DAD: Ya going nowhere, boy... this bar went on lockdown while yous was in
the head, so ya stayin' put!

(SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!)

SON: A-aaaah!  Quit that, will ya?  OOOOF! (PANT PANT PANT PANT..)

DAD: Shuddup.  Ya want the whole bar to know ya sittin here gettin' a hot
fingerin' from yer ol' man?

SON: (CRYING) Lemme go... I don' wanna hafta lay you out, Pop...

DAD: (CHUCKLES) Boy, ya drunk as a skunk and besides... I outweigh yous by
at least thirty pounds...

SON: (WHIMPERS)

(SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!)

SON: Ooooh... oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Ooooof....

DAD: (MURMUS SOFTLY) Ohhh, yeahhh... ya got a hot shithole, Boy... wiggle
that ass around a bit on my finger... yeah, like that... FUCK I bin lookin'
forward ta this... I fuckin LOVE ya tight snatch...

SON: Nnngh... nnngh... nnngh... oooooh....

(SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!)

SON: (SOBS QUIETLY)

(SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!)

DAD: (PANTING) Yeahhhh.... pokin my own son's shitter in a dark, shady
corner of a seedy fuck-bar...

(SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!)

DAD: ...All those guys all around us, cruisin and hookin up, not one of
them guessin what I'm doin ta my own son...

(SON IS STILL SOBBING)

(SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!)

DAD: Why I do believe ya ready fer a second finger, Boy...

(SON GROANS, SOBS)

DAD: Oh, yeah... let me taste those hot, sexy tears running down ma boy's
face...

(LICK, LICK, LICKKKK...)

(THEN MORE SLURPY, SQUELCHY, DROOLY KISSING)

(FASTER - SQUISH-SQUISH-SQUISH!)

SON: (FASTER) Nnngh... nnngh... nnngh...

DAD: Oh FUCK yeah... God, I love ya, Boy... ma big Quarterback son... ma
big, sexy straight son... how I'm gonna enjoy TURNIN you... makin you ma
BITCH...

SON: (WHIMPERS)

DAD: Chew ma tits, Boy - I like them played with...

SON: Mmmmphg....

(LICK, BITE, TEEEEASE, CHEW, TUGGG...)

DAD: Oooohh yeahh, Boy, lemme feel ya TEETH...

PASSERBY: Hey there Stan - where you been, stud?

DAD: Ray, buddy.  Good ta see ya!

RAY: And who is this gorgeous young hunk pleasurin' ya hot tits?

DAD: Please be my guest - stick a finger in his hole, he loves it...

RAY: Fuck yeah, what a slut!

(THRUST)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

DAD: Good boy, that's three now.  Ray, this hot young whore is my son.

RAY: Your s..?  Your SON?  Holy fuck man, that is HOT as FUCK...  (SHOUTS
OUT) Hey fellas... my buddy over here is fingerin his own son's
ass.... kid's a fuckin STUD...

DAD: (CHUCKLING) Ooops!

(DEAFENING WHOOPS, CHEERS AND ALL-OUT COMMOTION)

DAD: (SHOUTS OUT) Yeah and he's cherry, too!  Straight as fuck!  Come on
over, fellas and check him out!

(STAMPEDE)

DAD: Fingers out, Ray.

(PLOP!)

SON: Unngh!  (WHIMPERS)

DAD: Help me strip him the rest of the way naked...

RAY: Oh fuck, man, you cuffed him to the bar so he can't escape!  That's
even hotter..!

DAD: That's it, fellas, run ya hands all over my son's hot muscles.  I'm
feelin generous.

STUD 1: Well, lookit at Daddy's Boy - such a hot slutty little bitch...

STUD 2: Where's your panties, Boy?  Do you wear lace panties at home for
Daddy?

SON: (SOBBING)

DAD: Yeah, and ya can worship me a little too.

STUD 1: Lucky lil boy, man, lookit this hot daddy...

STUD 2: Hot man.  No wonder, kid's probably been beggin' for it... bleen
flashin' his needy hole to Daddy since he was thirteen...

SON: (SOBBING)

DAD: Still soft, Boy?  Bend over the bar - get that ass up!  Ray, help me
spread that straight hole...

SON: Unff!

DAD: Mmmm... lookit that sweaty snatch... MMMMthluuurp!

(SPIT!  LICK!  PROD! THLUUUURP... POKE-POKE-POKE...)

SON: (PANTING HARD AND FAST)

DAD: Slap that ass, boys...

(SLAP! SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!)

SON: Aaaargh!  Aaaargh!  Aaaargh!  Aaaargh!  (WEEPING)

DAD: Okay, who's got a butt plug?

STUD 1: I got a dildo.

DAD: Great - can we borrow it?

STUD1: Uhm... it's up my ass right now...

DAD: Even better, it'll be naturally lubed...

(SQUISH-PLOP)

STUD1: Oh man, it's kinda dirty...

DAD: Fuck YEAH!  How fuckin NASTY is that?  Shovin' that filthy, SHITTY
dildo up my boy's nice clean hole...

SON: Oh GOD no - please, Dad, nooooo.....

(RAMMM!)

(PUSHHH...)

(BREACH!)

SON: (HOWWWLS!)

(GLIDE...)

(SLICKKK...)

(SMEAR...)

(SMEARRR...)

(SMEAAAARRRR...)

(THRUUUUST...)

(SQUISHHHH!!!)

(SWALLOW...)

SON: (SCREEEEAMING!!!)

DAD: Yeah, sing it out, Boy... ya never forget ya first hot RAPE...!

SON: YYYYAAAAARGH!

DAD: Hey, George, plug my boy's mouth with ya cock, will ya?

(GLOMP!)

SON: (COUGH!  GAG!  COUGH!  SWALLOW!  GAG!  SWALLOW!  SWALLOW!  SWALLOW!
MASSAGE!)

GEORGE: Oooh, fuck yeah, take it bitch!  Oh yeahhh... ung-ung-ung-UNG...

(SPURT!  JET!  SPLATTER!)

SON: (COUGH!  SPLUTTER!  CHOKE!  RECOVER!)

(SPURT!  JET!  SPLATTER!)

SON: (COUGH!  SPLUTTER!  CHOKE!  SWALLOW...)

(SPURT!  JET!  SPLATTER!)

SON: (SWALLOW!  SWALLOW!  SWALLOW!  DRINK!)

GEORGE: Ain't cum like this in a century... gotta piss real bad after that
one...

(SIGH.  RELAX... RELEEEASE...)

SON: Hmph?

(TRICKLE... TRICKLE... SPURRRT... JET... PISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS......)

SON: (TASTE! SWALLOW!  SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
SUCKKKK...SIPHON... DRAINNNN...)

STUD1: Yeah, Daddy, fuck ya son with my dirty dildo!

(THRUST-THRUST-THRUST-THRUST!)

(RAPE-RAPE-RAPE-RAPE!)

STUD2: Oh, mannnn... lookit that straight jock get into it...

RAY: Yeah, those hips are startin to make sweet, sweet love to that
dildo...

DAD: Help me get him down off the bar - I want to see him ride it!

(SCRAMBLE)

SON: Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!

DAD: That's it, Boy, slam ya muscle-pussy up and down on that thing, while
I get ya dick hard...

SON: Nuh... nuh... please, Dad, don't make me get hard...

DAD: (GLOM!  SUCK!  SUCK!  SUCK!)

SON: Oh... oh God... oh Godddd....  yeah... yeah...yeahhhhh...

(BUCK! THRUST!  RIDE!  WRITHE!)

DAD: (SLURP!)  That's better.  Hey, Dildo-stud!

STUD1: Whatcha need, Daddy?

DAD: Get that dirty asshole over here.

STUD2: Oh man, I see where this is goin...

DAD: Son?  Are ya goin to thank the nice man for lendin ya his shitty
dildo..?

SON: (STILL RIDING IT) Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh... HUH?

DAD: Well get your mouth up there in that hot, dirty ass and clean him up,
why doncha?

SON: What?  Oh no, oh God no, Da...

(SLAM!)

(GUMPH!)

(MUFFLED PROTEST!)

DAD: Eat him out, Boy - I want ya ta make him fuckin SPARKLE while I beat
yous off!

SON: (SCREAM!  HEAVE! )

(SLAP!)

DAD: Do it, bitch!

(SLAP!  SLAP!  JACK! JACK!)

STUD1: Oooooh... oh my God, he's doin it...

SON: (SNORT.  GRUNT.  GRUNT.  LICK. SUCK. SUCK. SUCK.)

STUD1: Christ, Daddy, ya boy's eatin me out like a truffle pig...

STUD2: Lookit the kid's dick - it's droolin like a St Bernard...

DAD: Ooooh... I bet my son could make a St Bernard
drool... hmmmm.... doggy-rape... mmmm...

SON: (EAT.  GORGE.  HONK.  PROBE.)

DAD: Goood boooy... makin Dad so proud of his lil muscle bitch...

STUD1: It's like an all-you-can-eat buffet up there...  You gotta try his
tongue, man...

DAD: I believe I will.  Bitch, Daddy's hole now!

SON: (PANTING EXCITEDLY.  EAT.  EAT.  LICK.  LICK. SUCK. SUCK. SUCK.)

DAD: Oh God yes... SO glad I didn't wipe at the gym... God, he's actually
SUCKIN my tangled anus to wring out every nugget... every clump... every
flavor...

SON: (MUFFLED) MMMM... MMM.... MMMM... MMMMmmmm...

DAD: Hey, Tank!  My boy here needs feedin - yous packin'?

TANK: Duh... I dunno, Stanley, I just finished feedin' the twins here...

DAD: Well my boy's hungry... see whatcha got left.

TANK: Duh.. okay, Stanley...

(MASSIVE, HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)

DAD: (QUIETLY) Now Tank ain't the sharpest tool, Boy, but he's hot as fuck
and he's always got sumthin up his gut fer a good boy...

SON: Huh?  What..? What are ya...

(SLAM.  AGAIN...)

SON: (MUFFLED) MMMMMMmmm...  thlurp, thlurp... snuffle... mmmmmm...

DAD: Good boy... gooood boy.... let's get that face pushed up in there even
more, shall we... jus' gonna keep yer head there with my hand...

SON: (INCREASING EXCITEMENT) MMMM....MMMM... MMMM....

DAD: Oh, FUCK YEAH, Boy, eat out that hairy great man mountain BEAST...

TANK: Oooooh, yeahhh, Stanley, your boy sure has a long tongue... oooof....
yeahhhhh.... an' he SURE is hungry...  think we may be in
luck.... oooooh.... yeahhhhhh....  here it comes, boy...

(PUSH.  PUSH.  PUSHHHH...)

SON: (MUFFLED) HMPH?  HHHHHHHMPH!  NNNNNOOO!  MMMMGPH!

DAD: Yeah, that's it, Boy, thrash your head side to side like that... Tank
loves that...

TANK: Oh baby... oh baby... oh baby...

SON: (GLOM!  GAG!  HEAVE!)

DAD: Let's get ya head outta there, before ya suffocate... Good - now eat
that hot juicy turn down and say thank you.

SON: Nnnn-ugh, nnn-ugh!

STUD2: I see him shakin his head but I don't see him spittin out Tank's
shit neither...

RAY: And his dick looks about ready to explode...

DAD: Right, get me a chair, someone, and help me get this ungrateful bitch
over my knee...

(SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!)

SON: (SCREAMING THROUGH MOUTHFUL OF SHIT)

(SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!)

STUD1: Wow... lookit that pretty ass turn red...

DAD: (PANTING) God, I love it when ya disobey me, Boy.  Yeah, WORK that
ass... Anybody bring a paddle?

TWIN: Right here, Daddy-o.

DAD: Thanks, kid...

(WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!  WHACK!)

SON: (WHIMPER.  HOWL.  SCREAM.)

(WRITHE.  FROT.  JIGGLE.)

DAD: Ah Christ, Boy, YEAH!  Hump Daddy's leg!  Hump Daddy's leg like a dog.
Smear all that jock-juice all over my thigh...

SON: MMMmmm.... oink... oink... oink...

(SUCK.  CHEW.  SWALLOW.  OINK.  REPEAT.)

DAD: Boy only needed the right motivation.  Now suck Tank's cock while I
fucks ya!

(POUNCE.  LICK.  NURSE.  SUCKKKKK...)

TANK: Oh man, sweet mouth...

(BREACH!)

(WHINE!  SUCK.  THRUST BACK)

DAD: Oh crap - oh crap - gettin my dick wet inside of my boy... dickin my
son... so hot...so hot... so hot...

SON: Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!  Sluuurp... Suckkkk....

STUD2: Crap - is the dad rapin his boy's ass or is that ass rapin his dad's
dick?

DAD (PANTING)

SON: (PANTING)

BOTH: Ungh.  Huh.  UNGH.  HUH.  UNNNGH!  HUHHH! UNNNG!!  HUHHHH!!!

(A PIN DROPS)

BOTH: WAAAAAAARGHHHHHH!

(JET.  JET.  SPATTER.  SPLATTER.  SHOOT.  SEED.  BREED.  MILK.  DRAIN.)

(ROUNDS OF FURIOUS APPLAUSE AS THE TWO CATCH THEIR BREATH)

DAD: George... (GASP) George... tell me you got all of that on video...

GEORGE: From the moment you brought him in here, Stan.  Thor Larsen is
goinna SHIT!

SON: What... what now?  Who???

DAD: Oh all this is goin on the web, Boy.  On Thor Larsen's incest porn
site.  I'm gonna make a fortune outta you, kid.

SON: But Dad - my God - my reputation... when I graduate... the NFL..!

DAD: My buddies Thor and Spike got enough goods on them to make you a star
on the field - as well as on the dark web...

SON: What the fuck have you done to me, Dad?  I'm going back to college in
a coupla days...

DAD: Only place ya goin', Son, is the dungeon downstairs.  Yous is gonna be
there fer the next coupla MONTHS, till I got you trained.  Yous ain't goin
nowhere till yous' learned to take my fist, Boy.

(SLICK SOUND OF KISSING)

DAD: Mmm... ya mouth tastes of Tank's shit.  Just wait till it tastes of
mine... FUCK, we's gonna have so much fun together, Boy.

SON: You are one sick fukkin BASTARD, Dad...

(SLICK SOUND OF SON KISSING HIS FATHER BACK, DEEP AND LONG.)

DAD: Whooo!  Okay fellas - who wants ta dump a load up his cunt next?

(STAMPEDE)