The diary of Francis entry #11 - Nubblies.net Forums

Francis · 10-29-2006, 05:17 PM

Dear diary,

My school boy heart is a flutter.
Last night Sandy took me to a room called “Underground chamber” within the spank bank club. The room is only large enough to fit about 10 people, it’s a very intimate setting where men can “get to know each other”, as Sandy says. What struck me as odd is that the floor was full of holes. Not big boy holes, you couldn’t step through one, but they were large enough to see down into. When we got to the middle of the room she hooked her fingers through three holes and lifted a flap of the floor up.

“In you go, bitch.” She said. I would have protested, diary, but the ball gag kept me from saying anything but “Mmphh!” She patted my cheek condescendingly and then slapped the pinkish hue right from my silky cheek. The underside of the floor was like a casket, once I was on my back I couldn’t roll to either side. Sandy lowered the floor an locked it into place. I couldn’t even sit up without banging my head. And then she left me there, she left me alone in that cold, dark, dank tomb with nothing to comfort me but the thought of father.
I lost track of time, but I think about an hour passed when the indirect, ambient blue light illuminated the room and Madonna music began to play. Then the rumbling sound of men who had reached their sexual prime filled the room. They were naked, save for one bloke wearing leather chaps. I counted eight men all together. A flat screen monitor on the ceiling that I had failed to notice before turned on. It played a movie of five colored men having their way with two yellow men who seem displeased with the rough manner in which they were being used. Soon the group of men above me began to please each other. I didn’t think they noticed me down below until a portly fellow with a thin blonde mustache came to stand directly over me.

“You look like you could use a shower, you filthy boy.” He peed all over me and with the gag in my mouth it was difficult to breath through the bubbly stream. Thankfully a chap came to caress him from behind and he lost interest in sullying me. The pee burned my eyes, but as I struggled to get a better look at the men above me I nearly fainted. The person pumping the mans thick shaft from behind was my father!
“MMmph!! Ffaahhghh!” I wailed. They didn’t pay me any mind though. I kicked and jerked my tight little body around but it was hopeless, my dear diary.

“He looks upset. Why don’t you finish up this job and give him a sticky surprise, mate.” Father smiled and nibbled at the mans ear. Three more swift pumps and my face was covered in goop. Father never looked down, he just pinched the mans right ball and turned to find a new playmate.

By the end of the night my little tomb was nearly flooded with mixture of male fluids. Aroma wafted throughout the entire room until it permeated my every pore. Eventually all the men left. Sandy never came back either. I was left to spend the night in their filth. I laid there thinking about father and how he had betrayed me, I could feel the hot tears of my anguish slipping down my cum covered cheeks.

I don’t know what to do or where to go, diary. Fathers offence has cut me deep and I can only hope he thinks of me as dead, otherwise he’s a cheat. All I know now is that I must get to father and find out the truth. I hope for his sake it’s the one I want to hear.

Mr. Blonde · 10-29-2006, 08:37 PM

THEINCREDIBLEdork · 10-29-2006, 11:49 PM

that was delightful

Beebs · 10-29-2006, 11:58 PM

fwap fwap fwap

Orgazmo · 10-30-2006, 12:37 PM

Maybe the best work yet.

f3lix · 10-30-2006, 04:01 PM

Another great installment.

Repugnant Abomination · 10-30-2006, 09:23 PM

I really wish there were visuals to go along with this incredible tale.

THEINCREDIBLEdork · 10-30-2006, 09:41 PM

I'm sure someday his entries will be turned into a major motion picture. I remember I was contemplating recording a monologue in the persona of Francis and posting it, but forgot about it.

Repugnant Abomination · 10-31-2006, 06:19 PM

Do it!

Ironic Mustache · 11-02-2006, 06:05 PM

If the author of Francis never ends up coming clean, I'm totally going to compile everything into a short story and get it published. Although hopefully by that time it will be a full novel.

Orgazmo · 11-02-2006, 09:54 PM

Personally, I don't know how the author remains anonymous. If it were me, I'd come clean in a heartbeat to claim all of the glory. The author must just be very, very humble.

Ironic Mustache · 11-03-2006, 12:30 PM

I'm not saying it's not me, but also not saying that it is me. As well as not saying that it's not possible that it isn't me. But it's not.

ninjaface · 11-03-2006, 12:41 PM

Fuck Francis.

THEINCREDIBLEdork · 11-03-2006, 12:49 PM

I'm with ninjaface, I wish I could fuck francis.

MAGICLIT · 04-03-2008, 03:12 PM

***********bumpity bump bump

So who the hell was the double-agent anyways? It was one of you fine gentleman was it not?

Oh how i miss his stories so....

Mr. Blonde · 11-21-2008, 09:00 PM

I miss Francis.

Repugnant Abomination · 11-22-2008, 05:27 PM

No telling what sort of school boy adventures he's getting into these days.

Ironic Mustache · 11-24-2008, 11:23 AM

Yes no telling. It's been two years since that fateful night. I for one would like to know what Francis has been up to.

10-29-2006, 05:17 PM	#1 (permalink)
Francis Junior Member Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Fathers bedroom Posts: 12 Internets: 19	The diary of Francis entry #11 Dear diary, My school boy heart is a flutter. Last night Sandy took me to a room called “Underground chamber” within the spank bank club. The room is only large enough to fit about 10 people, it’s a very intimate setting where men can “get to know each other”, as Sandy says. What struck me as odd is that the floor was full of holes. Not big boy holes, you couldn’t step through one, but they were large enough to see down into. When we got to the middle of the room she hooked her fingers through three holes and lifted a flap of the floor up. “In you go, bitch.” She said. I would have protested, diary, but the ball gag kept me from saying anything but “Mmphh!” She patted my cheek condescendingly and then slapped the pinkish hue right from my silky cheek. The underside of the floor was like a casket, once I was on my back I couldn’t roll to either side. Sandy lowered the floor an locked it into place. I couldn’t even sit up without banging my head. And then she left me there, she left me alone in that cold, dark, dank tomb with nothing to comfort me but the thought of father. I lost track of time, but I think about an hour passed when the indirect, ambient blue light illuminated the room and Madonna music began to play. Then the rumbling sound of men who had reached their sexual prime filled the room. They were naked, save for one bloke wearing leather chaps. I counted eight men all together. A flat screen monitor on the ceiling that I had failed to notice before turned on. It played a movie of five colored men having their way with two yellow men who seem displeased with the rough manner in which they were being used. Soon the group of men above me began to please each other. I didn’t think they noticed me down below until a portly fellow with a thin blonde mustache came to stand directly over me. “You look like you could use a shower, you filthy boy.” He peed all over me and with the gag in my mouth it was difficult to breath through the bubbly stream. Thankfully a chap came to caress him from behind and he lost interest in sullying me. The pee burned my eyes, but as I struggled to get a better look at the men above me I nearly fainted. The person pumping the mans thick shaft from behind was my father! “MMmph!! Ffaahhghh!” I wailed. They didn’t pay me any mind though. I kicked and jerked my tight little body around but it was hopeless, my dear diary. “He looks upset. Why don’t you finish up this job and give him a sticky surprise, mate.” Father smiled and nibbled at the mans ear. Three more swift pumps and my face was covered in goop. Father never looked down, he just pinched the mans right ball and turned to find a new playmate. By the end of the night my little tomb was nearly flooded with mixture of male fluids. Aroma wafted throughout the entire room until it permeated my every pore. Eventually all the men left. Sandy never came back either. I was left to spend the night in their filth. I laid there thinking about father and how he had betrayed me, I could feel the hot tears of my anguish slipping down my cum covered cheeks. I don’t know what to do or where to go, diary. Fathers offence has cut me deep and I can only hope he thinks of me as dead, otherwise he’s a cheat. All I know now is that I must get to father and find out the truth. I hope for his sake it’s the one I want to hear.
	Beatrice says father loves me very much. That makes me happy. Last edited by Francis; 10-29-2006 at 05:21 PM.

10-29-2006, 08:37 PM	#2 (permalink)
Mr. Blonde Spice Master Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 17,969 Internets: 284106	wow.
	Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing. ― Terence McKenna

10-29-2006, 11:49 PM	#3 (permalink)
THEINCREDIBLEdork Emperor Meow Join Date: Sep 2004 Posts: 9,350 Internets: 290966	that was delightful
	#YOLO

10-30-2006, 09:41 PM	#8 (permalink)
THEINCREDIBLEdork Emperor Meow Join Date: Sep 2004 Posts: 9,350 Internets: 290966	I'm sure someday his entries will be turned into a major motion picture. I remember I was contemplating recording a monologue in the persona of Francis and posting it, but forgot about it.
	#YOLO

11-02-2006, 06:05 PM	#10 (permalink)
Ironic Mustache G'd up from the feet up. Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Cali Posts: 7,146 Supreme Emperor of the Jiu Jitsu Shit Forum?: Yes Internets: 114735	If the author of Francis never ends up coming clean, I'm totally going to compile everything into a short story and get it published. Although hopefully by that time it will be a full novel.
	Creeping around as I please nonchalantly like any other Supreme Emperor might.

10-29-2006, 11:58 PM	#4 (permalink)
Beebs Poor Sport Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Indianapolis / Middlebury / Long Lake Posts: 5,306 Internets: 127341	fwap fwap fwap

10-30-2006, 12:37 PM	#5 (permalink)
Orgazmo COME ON YOU YANKS Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Indiana Posts: 15,724 Internets: 311447	Maybe the best work yet.

10-30-2006, 04:01 PM	#6 (permalink)
f3lix Gangnam Style Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: DH's Massage Parlor Posts: 6,383 Internets: 213510	Another great installment.

10-30-2006, 09:23 PM	#7 (permalink)
Repugnant Abomination Almost there... Join Date: Feb 2005 Posts: 5,979 Internets: 164547	I really wish there were visuals to go along with this incredible tale.

10-31-2006, 06:19 PM	#9 (permalink)
Repugnant Abomination Almost there... Join Date: Feb 2005 Posts: 5,979 Internets: 164547	Do it!

11-02-2006, 09:54 PM	#11 (permalink)
Orgazmo COME ON YOU YANKS Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Indiana Posts: 15,724 Internets: 311447	Personally, I don't know how the author remains anonymous. If it were me, I'd come clean in a heartbeat to claim all of the glory. The author must just be very, very humble.
	Last edited by Orgazmo; 11-02-2006 at 09:57 PM.

11-03-2006, 12:30 PM	#12 (permalink)
Ironic Mustache G'd up from the feet up. Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Cali Posts: 7,146 Supreme Emperor of the Jiu Jitsu Shit Forum?: Yes Internets: 114735	I'm not saying it's not me, but also not saying that it is me. As well as not saying that it's not possible that it isn't me. But it's not.
	Creeping around as I please nonchalantly like any other Supreme Emperor might.

11-03-2006, 12:41 PM	#13 (permalink)
ninjaface Level 20 Holothetan Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Space Posts: 5,245 Internets: 210144	Fuck Francis.

11-03-2006, 12:49 PM	#14 (permalink)
THEINCREDIBLEdork Emperor Meow Join Date: Sep 2004 Posts: 9,350 Internets: 290966	I'm with ninjaface, I wish I could fuck francis.
	#YOLO

04-03-2008, 03:12 PM	#15 (permalink)
MAGICLIT Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: city of sin Posts: 2,753 Internets: 10	***********bumpity bump bump So who the hell was the double-agent anyways? It was one of you fine gentleman was it not? Oh how i miss his stories so....
	I am all in favor of a ruling class, especially since I rule.

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11-21-2008, 09:00 PM	#16 (permalink)
Mr. Blonde Spice Master Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 17,969 Internets: 284106	I miss Francis.
	Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing. ― Terence McKenna

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Repugnant Abomination Almost there... Join Date: Feb 2005 Posts: 5,979 Internets: 164547	No telling what sort of school boy adventures he's getting into these days.

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Ironic Mustache G'd up from the feet up. Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Cali Posts: 7,146 Supreme Emperor of the Jiu Jitsu Shit Forum?: Yes Internets: 114735	Yes no telling. It's been two years since that fateful night. I for one would like to know what Francis has been up to.
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