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Two Sketches
by bLACKFLAg (latim3r@yahoo.com)
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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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