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)