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Two Sketches
by bLACKFLAg (latim3r@yahoo.com)

***

Two tales of boys dominating men. This story is not for 
the squeamish. (bb-dom/M+, huml, spank, ws)
 
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The Wrong Sandwiches 

"Daddy!" Mike Jones was awakened to the sound of his 
oldest son, Randy's loud voice. He raised his head to 
see the boy pushing into his bedroom. The eleven year 
old mop-headed brunette walked up to the bed and stared 
at his father who was lying on his side Behind him 
padded his younger brother Mark. Mark was blonde and 
two years younger. Both boys had stern expressions on 
their pretty little faces.

"W-what is it, son?" Mike asked. He blinked sleepily. 
He smiled uncertainly as his two boys. When he got a 
good look at Randy's face in the dim light his heart 
sank.

"You've been very bad, Daddy," Randy said, "Yesterday 
the sandwich you made for me had Baloney in it."

"What's wrong with that, son? Baloney is good for you 
and I want you boys to be strong...

Whap! Randy slapped his father across the face with his 
little hand, "I hate baloney!" He cried.

"Me, too," Mark piped up, "It's yucky!"

Mike scrambled back, rolling onto his back. He rubbed 
his face and stared wildly at his oldest. Fear lit his 
eyes.

Not only that, but the bread was all wrong, and you 
didn't cut the crusts. You know I hate crusts. Randy 
said. He looked angrily at his dad. He brushed his 
blonde bangs out of his eyes , enjoying watching his 
father flinch when he did.

"I-I'm sorry, son. I was in a hurry yesterday and I 
didn't have the chance to do it right. You boys were in 
such a hurry to get to school."

"So?! I told you how I want it, and you can't even do 
that right. You're a fuck-up, Dad." Randy said, 
arrogantly.

 "I-I'm sorry, Randy. I'll do it right this morning."

"Damn right you will." Randy grabbed the edge of the 
covers and ripped them back, exposing his father's 
body. Mike was nude under the blankets, as he always 
was. Randy looked down at his father's exposed crotch. 
"You need to shave again. You've got a lot of stubble. 
I told you about that."

 Mike looked down at his shaved crotch. He knew Randy 
was right. He hadn't shaved his pubes in two days. He 
hung his head.

"Get up, fuck-face and get me your belt. You are going 
to have to be punished."

"Yes, Sir." Mike muttered. His face was red as he got 
up and went to his closet. Sighing he selected one of 
his belts from the closet door.

"Not that one, the old thin one. You know which one, 
asshole!" Randy barked. 

"Yes, Sir," Mike said. He gulped. That was the one that 
hurt the most. He felt a sickening fear at the pit of 
his stomach, but his cock was rising to attention.

He turned and walked back to the bed, his now stiff 
cock wagging in front of him. Randy smirked and Mark 
smiled broadly. Mike stood in front of his son. T He 
boy's head came up to his belly button. He was so 
cute,, especially when he was acting all arrogant and 
brash like this.

Randy grabbed his dad's rock hard prick and squeezed 
it. His hand didn't even reach all the way around the 
shaft. His little fingers sunk into the meaty flesh. He 
kept squeezing harder and harder until Mike groaned in 
pain. He looked up at his dad's face, smiling evilly. 

"Just be glad I ain't doin' this to your balls, 
motherfucker," he said as he clamped down even harder 
on his father's boner. He released Mike's cock, which 
now throbbed with pain. "Give it to me," Randy 
demanded, held out his hand. Flushing with shame, mike 
handed over the belt to his son. "On your knees." Randy 
ordered. Mark stifled a giggle when he saw his dad drop 
to his knees at his brother's order. 

Randy thrust the doubled belt in his father's face. 
Kiss it." Mike wet his lips nervously. He leaned 
forward slightly and pressed his lips to the leather, 
keeping his eyes down. Randy continued to hold the belt 
to his face. Mike kissed the end of the belt again, and 
then gave it a lick.

"Get over the bed, now!" Randy ordered. Mike turned and 
leaned into the mattress, presenting his bare ass to 
the boy. Randy pulled back his arm and the belt 
whistled through the air. It landed with a loud crack 
on Mike's up-thrust butt. Mike felt a fiery slash 
across his butt. He jumped a bit, but didn't make a 
sound. He gritted his teeth, his ass clenching in pain.

Randy laid into his father's exposed ass again and 
again. Each time the belt hit it left a red line across 
the man's cheeks. Mike just buried his face in the 
sheets. Tears leaked from his eyes. It hurt so much! 
His cock stiffened even harder and his balls churned in 
their naked sack. 

He ground his dick into the mattress. After ten lashes 
of the belt Mike couldn't help but begin moaning and 
sobbing. He didn't want to. It would only make the boys 
laugh at him and call him a baby. But, his ass was on 
fire from the beating.

Randy stopped and handed the belt to his brother. "You 
now, man. Pop him good."

"Yeah!" Mark squeaked. He was wearing nothing but his 
boxers and his tiny two-inch penis stuck up out of his 
fly like a little finger. He wrapped the belt in his 
fist and began whacking his father's sore ass as hard 
as he could. Randy calmly removed his own underwear and 
went around to the other side of the bed. He crawled up 
and pushed his hard-on into his father's head. 

Mike felt the boy rubbing his cock over the top of his 
head, letting it get tangled in his dark, curly hair. 
He lifted his tear-streaked face and humbly took his 
own son's four inches of slim pink meat into his mouth. 
As Mark whipped his butt raw he sucked Randy's cock. 
His own prick leaked his pre-cum freely, forming a 
large slimy spot under him. He humped his cock through 
the slippery mess, moaning in pain and pleasure. Mark 
stung his ass, using all his strength to smash his 
Dad's clenching welted butt. 

With a muffled shout Mike came! His cock spasmed out 
hot, wet licks of man-cum. It pooled around his groin, 
soaking him in sticky white juice. His cock slid 
through the mess he was creating. He groaned groan 
loudly as he spurted his cum into the sheets, making 
Randy's little cock vibrate deliciously. 

Randy huffed and groaned. His dick jumped on his 
father's tongue and he jammed it in deep, heaving into 
a dry little-boy orgasm. Mark dropped the belt and 
climbed up on his Dad. He slid his tiny meat into the 
hot red crack on Mike's ass, yelping with joy. In 
seconds he had humped his little orgasm out in his 
father's sweaty butt-crease.

Randy looked down at his father's flushed face, his 
cock still stuffed in his big lips.

"I hope you learned your lesson, Dad," he said, 
grinning. Mike looked up and nodded his head. "Yeth 
Thir," He mumbled through his mouthful of softening 
boy-meat.

"Peanut butter and jelly from now on, and no crusts!" 
Randy said.

"Mmm-hmmm," Mike mouthed his son's penis, wishing he 
could keep it on his tongue all day. He felt his other 
son collapse on his back, all sweaty and warm and heavy 
on him.

Randy hopped backward off the bed. He slapped his 
brother's ass playfully. Let's get goin' man. We got 
lunch money to collect."

"Fuck yeah, I forgot. We got to get goin' so we can 
catch them third-graders!' Mark laughed. He picked 
himself off his dad's back and scrambled of the bed. 
They boys left the room slamming the door behind them.

Mike sighed. He loved his boys, but they were turning 
into such brats!

For Donny. Thanks for suggesting the story and for 
other inspiration. Are you still out there, somewhere?

The Buttmunch

Number 1

John was reading the morning paper when he heard the 
special knock at his front door. Two sharp raps 
followed by one quick one. He put down the paper and 
hurried to the door. He opened it and looked down to 
see a boy standing there. The boy had an arrogant look. 
He didn't smile, his eyes narrowed as he stood with his 
thumbs hooked through his belt loops. He looked up at 
John. 

John wasn't a bad looking guy. He was in his late 
twenties, with an average, but with a reasonably 
handsome face, square-jawed with a straight nose and 
fairly large and pouty lips. A shock of mousy brown 
hair which swept over a broad forehead. About 5'8' 
stocky frame. He had played a little football in school 
and still looked fit. He could have blended into a 
crowd of other yuppie types, or attracted a nice buxom 
girl at a church social. But John's tastes ran to the 
rather more exotic. He was far more attracted, himself, 
to youths. Boys like this one, now waiting to enter his 
door.

"You wanna let me in?" The kid asked in a sarcastic 
voice. John's dick gave a lurch in his slacks.

"Why of course, Danny. Come right in." He moved aside 
and let the boy pass by him into the hallway.

The boy was young, about 13. He was not thin, but had 
no fat on him either, His waist was slender and he had 
a pert little ass that filled out the back of his jeans 
cutely. His hair was cut close to his head, a buzz-cut. 
His lips were wide but thin. His nose turned up 
slightly giving him a pugnacious look. 

Across his pug-nose and rounded cheeks was a dusting of 
light freckles under sun-burnt skin. He sauntered down 
the hallway and into the living room, swaying his hips 
just enough to make himself look lithe and sensuous. 
John knew that he did this for his benefit. To tease 
him. To turn him on so that he would do what ever the 
boy wanted. He hurried after the punk. 

Danny flopped himself down in the big chair, John's 
favorite chair. John knew the boy was doing it on 
purpose, choosing this chair, taking it away from him. 
His cock surged up with blood and the head began to 
leak into his underwear.

"W-what can I do for you, Danny?" He asked, standing at 
the side of the chair. 

Danny looked up at the man and sneered slightly. "What 
you always do for me, faggot. Lick my asshole and suck 
my prick off." The boy began to unfasten his pants. He 
wasted no time. He slid them off his hairless legs and 
threw them on the floor. He snapped his fingers and 
pointed to the floor. "Get down here and sniff my 
underwear."

John fell to his knees and shuffled around until he was 
between the boy's pink, hairless limbs. He bent down 
and began covering the boy's tender thighs with adoring 
kisses. 

"Oh, Danny," he murmured, "oh my sweet boy."

Danny hooked his arms under his knees and pulled them 
up. He shoved his cotton-covered bottom into John's 
face. "Here ya go, faggot," he said.

John sniffed at the shit-streaked briefs, inhaling the 
damp sweaty stink of ripe adolescent asshole coming 
through the fabric. It had a sweet spiciness and a bit 
of a fruity scent. He pressed his nose into the cleft 
and snuggled his nose against it. He reached up and 
rubbed his hand softly over the bulge in front. He felt 
the boy's cock respond to his touch. It grew hard and 
swelled under his stroking palm. He rubbed over the 
soft little balls too, so full under his hand. 

Danny said nothing, but his breathing became heavier. 
He let the man play with him and sniff his crack a bit 
longer. Then he let go of his legs and pushed John's 
head back. Without a word he yanked off his underpants 
and threw them on top of his jeans. His slender prick 
flipped out. It was a hard little sausage, about four 
tough inches. 

The stalk was as pink as the rest of him, the tip 
rosier and wet with his pre-cum. The kid had a small 
tuck of inch-long golden curls just at the base of his 
dick, still sparse and almost invisible. His balls were 
plump and full in their wrinkled sack, the same color 
as the rest of him, a warm inviting pink. A few sparse 
hairs dusted over them as well, but they were even 
tinier than the ones on his pubes, only a quarter on an 
inch at the longest. Peach-fuzz, really.

Again, the boy hooked his legs up and slumped down in 
the chair. His bubble butt- cheeks spread wide. John 
stared at it, drooling. There was a film of grayish 
brown grime spreading out from the moist rose-colored 
pucker. Not a single hair marred its moist beauty. Tiny 
flecks of shit clung in the opened crack. The smell, 
dirty, cheesy and intoxicating, rose from him warmly. 
John clutched his now fully hard penis in his pants and 
licked his lips as he feasted his eyes on the boy's 
bared asshole.

"Like that, don't you?" The boy said, arrogantly.

"Yes, Danny. I like it very much." John gushed.

"Well then, what are you waiting for? Clean it up!"

John unzipped his fly and drug out his pounding cock. 
Then he leaned in and began to lick at the insides of 
the boy's hot ass, slurping up the grimy smears and the 
flecks of shit. He sniffed deeply, filling his lungs 
with the ripe, rank odor.

"Oh, Danny, Danny, so good, so fucking good!" He 
breathed into the boy's crack as he ran his tongue over 
the soft, dirty skin.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and lick, fag."

"Yes, Danny." John replied and licked closer to the 
boy's sweating bung. He loved how arrogant and bossy 
the boy was being. 

"Lick my butthole, now." Danny ordered the groveling 
man.

"Oh, yeah!" John gasped. He put his tongue right on the 
boy's tender, damp ring. John moaned at the taste. 
Pungent and musky and a bit bitter. The smell of the 
boy's asshole was incredible. He lapped over it, 
swiping it with his tongue flattened, wiping it clean 
of the boy's hot, nasty flavor. That brought a tiny 
grunt of pleasure from the boy.

"C'mon, get your tongue up me! Get it up there and 
clean out my tasty butt-hole!"

John did as he was told. He pointed his tongue stiffly 
and pushed in. The tiny hole resisted his thrusting 
tongue-tip at first. John covered the tiny, puckered 
opening with his lips and kissed at it, working his 
spit into it. Slowly it loosened enough to let him push 
about an inch of his wriggling tongue up inside the 
boy. 

"That makes me wanna fart," Danny said. He looked own 
to see John's eyes looking up at him, submissively, his 
big tongue sticking up his anus.

"You want me to fart in your mouth for you?"

John nodded his head slightly. He wriggled his tongue 
up Danny's asshole encouragingly. Danny gave him a 
superior smirk. "What a butt-munch!" He sneered.

 John nodded his head again in agreement. He knew what 
he was. A butt-munch for kids. Arrogant, horny kids 
like Danny.

Danny settled his ass into John's face. John felt his 
asshole loosen around his tongue and then flutter 
obscenely as the boy let out a massive, stinking fart. 
It was dank and smelled just like shit. A little butt 
moisture sprayed out against John's lips causing the 
butt-sucking man to moan and jack his prick urgently. 
Danny laughed in horny delight and pushed out another 
rank cloud of gas in the man's mouth. John's eyes 
rolled up in his head, as he nearly swooned with 
passion. 

"Ooohhh!" He groaned in slutty lust. He plugged his 
tongue deeply into the farting bunghole and sucked 
feverishly at the boy's convulsing shit-chute. 

Danny let the man suck on his spicy hole for another 
minute. Then he let go of his legs and sat forward. He 
grasped his pretty pink peter in his fingers and aimed 
it at John's lips. John eagerly parted his lips and let 
the boy push his steely little meat into his mouth. He 
immediately began to suck as hard as he could at it, 
his cheeks hollowing and his tongue swirling wildly 
over the shaft entering his wet, hungry mouth. 

Danny fed it to him, sliding it deep in one long 
stroke. He grabbed the back of John's head and pulled 
him down to his tender peach-soft groin. John was 
delighted to taste a strong flavor of piss and dick 
cheese on the boy's meat. He slurped happily at it as 
the boy began to hump his pelvis back and forth. The 
boy held him down and fucked his bone hard cock in and 
out of John's happily sucking mouth. 

The boy tickled the back of John's throat with his 
drooling dick-head. Then he lunged in deeply and held 
John's face tightly to his sweat-damp pubes. He groaned 
and a shot of pure, hot boy-semen shot into John's 
mouth, streaking thickly over his tongue. John whacked 
his prick furiously. 

His own orgasm shook him. His cock spewed stream after 
stream of white man-cum across his lap and down across 
his thighs. Danny yanked the man's head off his 
throbbing, jerking young cock. He grabbed his little 
cum-rod in his fist and grunted and puffed as he shot 
lick after lick of hot boy-cream onto John's submissive 
cocksucker face. His load dribbled down to a few drops, 
which he let the eager man lick from his piss-slit. 
Then he sunk the slimy, rosy cock-knob back between the 
man's lips. 

John felt the softening boy-dick twitch. Then the boy's 
salty piss began shooting into his mouth. John gagged 
at first as it shot straight to the back of his throat, 
but quickly recovered and began swallowing it down as 
he came. He loved the hot taste of the boy's salty, 
somewhat bitter and rancid-flavored piss, and he drank 
it from the boy's tap eagerly, sucking his tender penis 
tip until he had gotten every last drop. When the boy 
withdrew his now completely flaccid dick, John kissed 
the end of it lovingly. Danny jumped up and began to 
dress quickly. 

"Do you have to go so soon?" John pleaded.

"Gonna be late for school. Sorry, faggot."

"Danny, when are you going to let me eat your shit? You 
promised you would let me"

"Never, faggot. That's gross as hell."

"Please, Danny?"

"No. Where's my twenty bucks, man?"

John rose, fastened his pants back up and then reached 
into his back pocket. He drew out his wallet and fished 
out a twenty. He handed it to the boy. "C'mon Danny 
please let me eat your turd next time." He pleaded.

"Danny gave the man an appraising sort of glance. With 
an arrogant frown still on his pretty lips he said, 
"Okay, but it will cost you."

"How much?"

"Fifty."

"Well, I shouldn't let you do this it me, but okay. 
Come back after school and I'll pay you the money. But 
you promise, this time?'

Yeah, sure, faggot." Danny curled his lip, smirking. 
Then he turned and walked out, slamming the front door, 
leaving John to wipe his jizz off his face as best he 
could.

Number 2

John was a nervous wreck. He had been watching he clock 
for a full two hours. It was almost Four o'clock now 
and Danny still had not arrived. He felt nervous, on 
edge. He had tied to distract himself by watching 
television, but his mind kept drifting back to thoughts 
of the tough little boy feeding him a hot log of pure 
boy shit. His cock stayed rock-hard in his pants.

When he heard the knock his heart leapt into his 
throat. He quickly rose and strode down the hall, 
almost skipping for joy. He swung the door wide and let 
the boy in. 

Danny smelled real lusty, all hot and sweaty from time 
spent rough-housing on the playground in the afternoon 
sun. He barely glanced at John as he entered the hall. 
He strolled to the living room once again plopping his 
cute butt down in John's favorite chair. 

"Danny! I'm so glad you came after all!" John gushed, 
"Would you like a soda or something?"

"Of course I would like a soda or something, faggot. 
What the hell are you waiting for? Go get me a coke!" 
The boy ordered. "Shit, if you're really so fucking 
glad to see me you should have had one waiting for me."

"I'm sorry, Danny, it's just that I thought you would 
be here a little sooner, that's all."

"Yeah, well, I come when I want. I had some business to 
attend to. This kid in fourth grade is supposed to 
bring me a dollar everyday so I won't beat him up. He 
didn't bring the dollar so I had to pound him."

"Gee, Danny, you shouldn't do things like that." The 
man said, shocked.

"Geeeee, Daaaanny, you shouldn't do things like that," 
the boy mimicked him in a nasal, whining voice. "Who 
asked you? I'm still waiting for my coke, bitch."

 John blushed bright red. He felt so humiliated being 
belittled by the boy like that. His cock throbbed and 
pulsed out dribbles of fuck-juice, adding to the wet 
stain already deposited there. He turned and went to 
the kitchen, sighing a little, and quickly returned 
with the can of soda. He handed it to the blonde. Danny 
turned the can up and took a few big gulps of the 
beverage. Setting the can down on John's expensive 
coffee table he looked at the man defiantly and 
belched. Then a wicked look crossed his face and he 
smiled evilly. 

"Come over here and get on your knees in front of me." 
He ordered. 

John did as he was told. He got between the boy's legs 
and looked down at Danny's crotch. He was rewarded by 
the sight of the kid's hard penis straining the fabric 
of his pants.

Danny grabbed the soda can and took a long swig. "Look 
at me," he commanded the man.

 John looked up. Danny bent forward, his lips parted 
slightly, as if he were going to give the man a kiss. 
John's heart pounded and his mind reeled. Was Danny 
actually going to kiss him, and show him some affection 
for once? 

The boy leaned in closer, closer, until his quivering 
lips were just a fraction from John's. John could hear 
the intimate sound of his breathing as his face neared 
his own, and looked deeply into the kid's innocent-
looking blue eyes. John licked his lips quickly and 
pursed them, ready to feel Danny's sweet lips touch his 
own for the first time. His heart raced with joy, his 
cock pulsing with desire.

Suddenly, Danny let a huge belch right in John's face. 
The sound rattled his eardrums. John felt the boy's hot 
breath rush out into his face. Danny fell back laughing 
hysterically.

"HA-ha-ha HA!" That was great! Did you think I was 
going to actually kiss you, cunt-face?! Ha-ha-ha-ha!! 
You dumb-ass queer, I'd never do that! Kiss an old 
faggot like you?!? Gross!!!"

John just hung his head, flushing hard, feeling 
completely stupid and degraded. Danny really knew how 
to make him feel low, how to crush his ego and dominate 
him. The kid was so good at it. He was a real bully at 
school, too, John knew. Danny often picked on littler 
kids and liked to shame them and fuck with their young 
minds. 

Danny turned the can up and drained the last of the 
soda. He tossed the can onto the floor, sneering 
defiantly at John. 

"So, faggot, where's my fifty bucks?" He said.

John sighed and reached for his wallet. He took it out, 
fished out the money and handed it to the punk. Danny 
grabbed it out of his hand and stuffed it into his 
jeans pocket. Then he picked up the remote and turned 
on the TV.

"Danny, you promised," John said, his eyes pleading.

"Jesus, man. You'd think chowing down on my turds was 
the greatest thing since Star Wars." The boy said 
disgustedly. "Okay, Okay. Let's go in the bathroom. 
I'll do it in the pot and you can chew my shit to your 
hearts content, you fucking pervert." 

"C-couldn't you just s-sit on my face and do it?" John 
asked, feeling both humiliated and very disappointed. 

"No. A stupid pig like you has to get it out of the 
toilet. But I'll treat you. I'll piss down your queer 
throat as I'm shitting your dinner into the pot. But 
first, get undressed. Everything."

John quickly undressed. He was anxious to have the 
boy's filthy waste and he liked the idea of kneeling 
before the shitting kid and drinking his pee. He 
hesitated before pulling his shorts off. He knew Danny 
would make fun of the fact that he was hard and 
leaking. But he knew he had to do as he was told if he 
wanted to eat the kid's shit. He pulled them down 
quickly. His cock sprang out and smacked his stomach, 
leaving a smear of pre-fuck on his skin.

"God, your fucking leaking like a whore, aren't you? 
You must want my turds pretty bad, right fag?" Danny 
sneered.

"Yes, Danny, I do. Please Danny, why can't I eat them 
out of your ass for you?"

"Fuck you. I said no!"

Danny reached out and grabbed John's balls. He toyed 
with them for a moment while John stood passively, 
letting the boy do as he wished. He trembled as he felt 
the kid's slim fingers roll his big hairy nut-sack 
around. Danny grinned up at John. 

"Like that, queer?"

John's eyes rolled up in his head, His legs went 
rubbery and his voice shook as he replied

"Yes, oh yes, Danny. It f-feels great." 

"Yeah? Well, how about... THIS!" Danny's hand closed 
into a fist around the man's nuts and squeezed them 
like a vise. John yelped loudly. He bent forward, 
gasping with pain.

Danny laughed cruelly. "On your knees, cunt-mouth!" he 
giggled.

John dropped to his knees as the bully released his 
nuts. He went down on all fours, groaning from the pain 
throbbing up into his belly. Danny got up and straddled 
the man's back. He grabbed the man's hair and yanked it 
viciously.

"Giddy-up, faggot. Let's go!" he cried.

John stumbled heavily down the hall while the boy clung 
to his back, laughing gleefully. He staggered on his 
knees a bit as he entered the cool tiled room. Danny 
released his grip on the man and slid down his back, 
making sure to rub his tough little rod all over the 
man's back and ass as he did. 

Danny stood directly in front of the bowl. "Take my 
pants and underwear down for me." He ordered.

John reached up and with shaking hands proceeded to 
unbutton and unzip the front of the kid's pants. When 
he got the fly open he reached up and pulled the 
waistband down the boy's hairless thighs, and down his 
legs. Danny's cock pulled down with the drag of his 
underwear, revealing his soft, smooth pubes and more 
and more of his slim pink dick-shaft. 

John continued to pull, until the boy's cock came loose 
of the dragging waistband of his dirty briefs and 
sprang up hard. It bobbed obscenely in John's face as 
John bent down to draw the pants down to the boy's 
ankles. When his pants were in a heap at his sneakers 
Danny sat down on the seat of the toilet and leaned 
back, resting his back on the lid. 

He pointed to the floor between his feet and John 
obediently shuffled forward into place. Then he grasped 
his hard slender penis in his fingers and pushed it out 
towards the man's lips. John licked his lips 
expectantly, waiting for the boy's orders.

"Get your mouth on it, pervert." He said.

John moaned softly and bent down to take the delicious 
lolly-pop in his mouth. The boy's dick in his mouth 
always made him feel high with lust. He thrilled to the 
taste of the kid's cock as it slipped between his lips. 
He couldn't help swirling his tongue over the sensitive 
tip and licking off the cheesy flavors. He heard 
Danny's breathing grow heavier as he slid more of the 
shaft between his sucking lips.

"Yeah, you want my dirty piss in your mouth, don't you, 
whore? Want me to piss down your throat, don't you?"

John looked up at the boy, his mouth stuffed full of 
boy-cock. His eyes pleaded for the boy's urine. He 
nodded his head a couple of times as he continued to 
nurse on the punk's rampant penis.

"Christ, what a pathetic, twisted queer you are. Any 
time, any place, ain't that right? You piss-drinking 
homo. Well, here it comes, cocksucker, your favorite 
drink!"

Danny grunted softly. His cock twitched on John's 
tongue and a shot of boy piss spurted out, hitting the 
roof of the man's mouth. John moaned hoarsely and he 
swallowed it greedily, his lips working around the dick 
stuck in his face. The punk's piss was stronger than it 
had been in the morning. It was thicker, richer, and 
tasted quite bitter and rank. The smell of it drifted 
up the back of John's tonsils and registered in his 
nose, with a strong ammonia-like stink. It burned the 
man's throat as it streaked down to his belly. John 
wondered how long the boy had waited to piss and 
guessed that it had been hours.

 Danny grunted again, trying to force his pee up the 
tube of his hard cock and into the man's mouth. Another 
few dribbles bubbled from the piss-slit and on to 
John's hot tongue. It grew slowly into a single stream. 
He filled John's mouth with it. His cock began to wilt 
a little as it pulsed out the dribbles of piss. Danny 
bent forward a little, his big-boy hands gripping the 
sides of the toilet seat. 

Suddenly his piss began to gather force in the man's 
mouth. It became a full, pissing stream that sprayed 
the back of the man's mouth. John began to swallow 
quickly, not wanting to miss a drop, afraid to let any 
of the precious liquid waste escape his mouth and 
perhaps dribble into the boy's pants. He didn't want 
Danny to get angry and leave.

"Ahhh..." the boy moaned as he cut loose with his piss 
into the kneeling, naked man's face. He looked down 
with evident satisfaction. Then he grinned evilly.

"Stop swallowing, faggot. Just let it fill your toilet 
mouth. I want you to prove to me how much you like it." 
he ordered. 

John trembled. He had no idea what the boy wanted of 
him now. His mind raced, trying to guess at what the 
boy had in mind. He stopped swallowing and let the 
boy's bitter urine accumulate in his mouth. Danny kept 
pissing until he saw the man's cheeks ballooning with 
his hot rank pee. Then, with another grunt, the boy cut 
off his flow and pulled his cock from the man's wet 
lips.

"Gargle with it, faggot, come on and let me see you 
enjoying my piss." he demanded.

John's cock jerked. A line of sticky cock-snot strung 
out from his rampant cock and connected with the floor 
tiles. He threw his head back and opened his mouth and 
began to gargle the piss loudly, the sound echoing in 
the small room. While he did, Danny grinned and then 
began to laugh at him. 

"God, you look so stupid, so fucking perverted and 
stupid!" he snorted. John's eyes betrayed his shame, 
but he kept gargling with the piss. He panicked a 
little as he felt the bitter liquid in his mouth begin 
to bubble up and threaten to overflow his lips.

"Good faggot, now you can swallow it, but keep your 
mouth open so I can see it go down. I want to see your 
toilet-mouth flushing." the boy giggled.

John did his best to swallow with an open mouth, but a 
little of the piss leaked out of the corners of his 
mouth and streaked across his cheeks. When he finished 
he looked to the boy for his next orders, his cock 
throbbing and continuing to leak his pre-fuck onto the 
floor, his mouth gaping open, feeling very foolish.

"Now, get down and get the rest of it, fag." Danny 
laughed.

John bent down and took the punk's randy penis between 
his lips again. Immediately the boy's piss-flow spurted 
into his mouth and filled it with another load of hot, 
bitter bladder juice. He gulped frantically at it, as 
the boy peed it into him. 

It was another full minute before the flow of piss in 
his mouth began to dwindle. As it did, John began to 
suck at Danny's cock, trying to draw out more of the 
boy's hot golden juice. He drained the boy's penis dry. 
Danny said nothing, but John saw his belly muscles 
straining. His heart leapt into his throat and he 
shuddered with a thrill. Danny was trying to shit! 
Finally, the boy was forcing his turds down and out of 
his slick little bung hole. John kept his mouth clamped 
to the kid's cock as he waited impatiently for the boy 
to crap.

A long slow fart came from the boy's anus, echoing 
hollowly in the bowl. A smell like rotten eggs began to 
drift upwards, hitting John's nose with the force of a 
bomb. Continuing to suckle the boy's limber penis he 
sniffed, inhaling the rank stench deeply into his 
lungs. John felt light-headed with lust. He sniffed 
loudly as the boy farted again, filling the room with 
his butt-stench. Danny laughed at him, but John was 
beyond caring. He savored the stink and moaned loudly 
as he breathed in lungful after lungful.

"You like that, don't you? Yeah, smell my farts, you 
dirty perv!" Danny chortled. The punk's cock began to 
harden in John's slurping mouth as he watched the man 
sniffing at his ass-gas.

John became aware of squishing noises. The stink grew 
stronger. It smelled sharp, like rotting garbage and 
over-ripe cheese. He knew that the boy was beginning to 
squeeze out his turds and a thrill of lascivious 
pleasure shot through him.

"Uhh...UHHH!" The boy grunted as he forced his shit 
out. His cock hardened into a steely shaft of poking 
flesh as he pushed his turds out. John heard the first 
one plop into the toilet water. He sucked hard at the 
boy's penis, mindlessly, as he focused his senses on 
the wonderful sounds and smells of the boy's crap. 
Danny's cock boned up even harder as he sucked and 
began to bob his head, slavishly fucking his mouth on 
it, sliding his lips to the nearly hairless base, 
feeling the boy's soft curls tickle his lips, and 
suctioning tightly around the shaft as he drew his lips 
up. 

Danny groaned. His asshole pinched off a second turd 
and it splashed into the bowl. 

"Ahh, it feel so GOOD!" he moaned loudly, "Shitting out 
my load while you suck my dick! C'mon faggot, suck 
harder!"

John eagerly applied his mouth to the task of sucking 
the boy off. He was in a state of pure animal lust. He 
tasted the boy's piss on his tongue, sucked hard at the 
delicious little fuck-rod in his mouth and moaned 
wantonly. Another turd was emptying from the boy's 
shitting hole. 

The boy's hot, hard flesh jumped in John's hot sucking 
mouth. As Danny pinched it off, a sensation of pure 
pleasure shot up from his asshole and vibrated wildly 
along the length of his swelling prick. It hardened 
into stone. He groaned and came. Hot licks of his boy-
sperm flew out of the end of his spit soaked cock-knob 
and spattered down John's gulping throat.

He leaned back groaning and twisting his naked hips, 
rubbing his soft asscheeks into the seat, then lifting 
up and humping his slender hips into John's face as he 
filled he man with his spunk. He fell back against the 
back of the toilet and thrust his soft groin into the 
man's flushed face until his prick sensations died down 
and the last dribbles of his thick, tangy boy-seed 
drooled into John's happy mouth. 

Then he slumped forward, breathing heavily, recovering 
from his incredible, mind-blowing orgasm. John 
continued to suck greedily at the boy's softening penis 
until Danny pulled it from his lips, leaving a trail of 
cum stringing down his chin.

Danny pushed the man's head back and ordered him to 
scoot back so he could get up. John shuffled backwards, 
his drooling cock wagging like a dog's tail between his 
thighs. Danny got to his feet and shuffled around until 
his beautiful buns were at John's face. He bent over, 
exposing his dirty, shitty hole to the man's eager 
gaze.

"Clean me up, queer. Get your tongue in there and get 
every bit of my crap."

John moaned and leaned in. He licked out at the boy's 
slick, crap-coated butthole, whimpering as he tasted 
the foul, wet shit smears. "Mmmm..." he moaned and 
began to lap at it hungrily, tonguing it down his 
throat and delighting in the bitter, clay-like flavors. 
The boy's humid crack exuded a hot smell of anal sweat, 
which only made John hotter for the kid's ripe butt. He 
began to burrow his tongue up the boy's hole, holding 
onto his hairless thighs as he pushed his face in deep 
and slithered his hot tongue up the shitty little anus.

"That's right, get all my tasty shit, you hungry butt-
munching faggot pig!" Danny said gruffly, pushing his 
ass into the man's damp face. 

All too soon, Danny pulled away from the man's 
burrowing face and turned to look down at him. He 
laughed shortly. 

"You get my shit all over your dirty mouth. You really 
look like a sick motherfucker! Did you like it, huh? 
Did you like the taste of my shit and my piss?"

John looked down at the floor, too embarrassed to meet 
the boy's stare. "Yes, Danny." He said, softly.

"What a pathetic fag you are. Aren't you a pathetic, 
butt-munching homo?"

"Yes, Danny. I guess I am."

"That's right, that's just what you are, and don't ever 
forget it."

"Yes, Danny."

"Now get your head in that bowl and get your treat. You 
know, if you're real good and eat it all, you can pay 
me a hundred next time and I'll let you eat it out of 
an asshole, just like you want."

John trembled, feeling torn. He wanted in the worst way 
to have Danny take a crap directly in his mouth, but it 
bothered him that the boy's demands were becoming so 
expensive. Finally he sighed and nodded his head, then 
shuffled forward on his knees and stuck his head into 
the bowl.

Danny snorted triumphantly. He hocked up a big wad of 
snot and spit in his mouth, worked it around until his 
cheeks were bulging with it, then noisily spit it on 
the back of the man's head as he lowered his face to 
the shit logs bobbing in the toilet bowl.

John felt incredibly degraded, but at the same time his 
cock pounded with helpless lust. He pushed his face 
down, sniffing and kissing at the turds as they floated 
in the bowl, a brown sludge spreading from them. He 
felt the boy's snotty spit land on his head and roll 
down towards his face. He shoved his face forward and 
captured one of the turds in his mouth and began to 
suck it gently into his mouth, being careful not to let 
it break up.

The taste, bitter, slimy and clay-like filled his 
mouth. Just as he managed to pull the log of boy crap 
into his mouth and suck on it wantonly, he heard the 
toilet flush. The water swirled around his head, 
echoing in his ears loudly with a loud gurgling sound 
'Oh no! NO!!' his mind screamed, wildly. He was going 
to loose the boy's precious turds!

He quickly swallowed the wet wad of crap in his mouth, 
and shoved his face desperately to the bottom of the 
bowl, trying to block the flow with his head. The boy's 
turds swirled around his face, streaking his cheeks and 
nose with shit. Clumps of it tangled into his hair. 

His moans bubbled out of the dirty water as he 
desperately tried to swallow and gulp at the filthy 
water and capture more of the boy's floating shit in 
his mouth. But it was of little use; the water and 
Danny's precious shit began to drain inexorably down 
the hole. 

Danny laughed loudly at his efforts. He yanked his 
pants up, fastened them, and then pulled his leg back 
and gave John a swift, hard kick in his naked ass. John 
lurched forward at the blow, his face sliding into the 
bottom of the basin. Then the Punk, still laughing his 
head off, turned and left, leaving the man groveling in 
the toilet bowl, frantically trying to lick the last 
thick streaks of shit out of the bottom. 

John sobbed in frustration, lapping at the smears of 
shit, fisting his prick until he shot his load all over 
the base of the toilet and the floor, as the toilet re-
filled over his head, "Well, gotta go now. I've gotta 
pick up my homework from this kid who I'm makin' do it 
for me." Danny shouted, laughing 

He swaggered out of the house, leaving John, his head 
still in the toilet, kneeling in a puddle of shit, piss 
and boy-sperm... Dimly, he heard the front door slam 
shut.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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