A carpenter's commission releases the bully & beta-pig
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We both fuckin’ loved that, whether you’re a submissive little fuck or not doesn’t matter.” “Ok, Ok true”, Paul agrees, and can’t stop himself adding, “but really I’m not.” Jon just shakes his head with a grin, “just pack the fuckin’ pipe”.
Chapter 3
Paul packs the pipe while Jon watches intently learning, Paul happily explains the do’s and don’ts of packing and lighting a pipe for him. They sit passing the pipe from one to the other filling the air with a blue haze as they learned a little more about each other.
Paul learns that Jon flipped both ways, had been married to a woman for some years but, after a messy breakup, had explored his gay side much more. He didn’t want the commitment that women so often wanted. Men, he said, were simpler, happy for a fuck and move on which suited him right now. And the sex was more raw, which he enjoyed whether he was the one being fucked or doing the fucking. He realised that he had been getting more assertive when fucking another guy but was a bit surprised by what came out today, how much he’d enjoyed being dominate, how good it felt being so raunchy with Paul. He didn’t mention just how turned on he got seeing Paul fight to retain his masculinity only to finally submit to him or how he’d enjoyed humiliating and emasculating him. He did tell Paul that he too had been very happy to see him when he arrived, that there was an instant raw attraction, which made Paul quietly happy!
Jon learns about Paul’s relationship ending, how he played around too but wasn’t looking for a relationship, at least not now. He tolls Jon more about his work and how he paints abstract impressionist pieces which is why he wants a bespoke table. He confesses to having a fascination for men smoking pipes that he’s harboured since he was a kid. How he brought his first pipe at 17 and wanked with it in front of a mirror, only learning to actually smoke it when he left home.
After a little coaxing Paul reveals that his interest in raunch came about after he’d shit his pants in a very protracted Teams call that he couldn’t escape. He’d muted the call as he filled his pants with an unusually large dump. He realised that he liked the feeling of the shit pressing up against his balls, the taboo of actually shitting in front of his male clients, even if they didn’t know, the smell and sensation of it. After the call he’d sat in it for a while edging himself before taking himself off the bathroom where he’d humped the mess in his pants until he came. After that he’d very occasionally had what he called ‘shit wanks’. And when Jon pushed the obvious question, ‘have you ever tasted it, eaten it?’ Paul gave a definite ‘NO’, conceding that cleaning a dirty arse and eating another man’s farts was lower and more disgusting than he thought he’d ever go, but the idea of actually eating shit was disgusting. He’d never explored it with another man either. He didn’t see his shit play as a subby thing, which made Jon quietly chuckle.
When their beers and the pipe were done Paul got up and gathered his laptop to go. “Thanks, that was more fun than I expected to have today” he said, “Hope to see you again.” Leaving the door open for a repeat visit without asking for ‘commitment’. “Yeah, it was a fucking awesome way to spend a morning, I’ll get you that quote in a couple of days.” Jon replies as he stands. “And if the price is all good, I’m sure we’ll need to meet a few times to check on the progress.” Also leaving the door open for him to perhaps explore his new found taste for domination, control and humiliation of this handsome dude.
As he hears the door close Jon flips his laptop open and immediately googles, ‘tobacco pipes, large’. He spends a happy hour researching this new interest whilst at the same time reflecting on the day. That evening found him on his bed stoking his cock to the images of Paul emasculated with his cum, gob and shitty arse juice. Developing ever more nasty ideas for debasing this stud, he has another satisfying orgasm.
Paul drives home with conflicting emotions, torn between lust for Jon and shame, ‘Jon thinks I’m a beta-male, that’s lower than just being a bit of a sub, beta men serve alpha men, they are inferior, fucking pathetic’. His ego is bruised but his cock just keeps getting hard. He too wanked that night trying to steer his fantasises to taking a more active role fucking with Jon. Eventually he gives up and pictures himself on his knees face buried in that trench, tasting Jon’s farts to achieve another satisfying orgasm.
Jon’s quote popped up in Paul’s email a couple of days later. With it came a series of pictures. With just a line saying ‘sorry, should have sent these for your own wank-bank, they are hot Dude ’. Paul couldn’t help but look at the pictures first – scanning the images of his own face a mask of filth, a pipe gripped in his mouth. And a couple, he didn’t know Jon shot, showing Jon’s cock smearing his cum into the filth on Paul’s upturned face, a face filled with lust. And a selfie of Jon pulling on the same pipe, smoke billowing around his handsome sweaty features. Paul’s cock twitched reopening the conflict in his head.
He read the quote, more than he hoped but the breakdown showed it wasn’t unreasonable, but more than he can afford. But this was no longer about a table, he wants to see Jon again. So, chipping a little more off his own pride he writes back admitting he couldn’t afford that much and asking if there were any room to negotiate. The reply was surprisingly swift and short, ‘How much do you need to save dirty boi?’. Paul felt himself flush at being called ‘dirty boi’ again. And replied with ‘20% if possible’. Even over email he was feeling like Jon has the upper hand, is in control. Jon either needed to think or just made him wait, because Paul had to wait over an hour for the reply. When it comes Paul is filled with yet more conflict, it read: ‘Hey fucker I’ve given this some thought. We had a great time fucking around the other day. It opened a can of worms that I’d like to explore more, ideally with you dirty boi! So, here’s the deal - if you agree to come back three times to explore & fuck around some more. Each time we will start where we left off the last time. And after three sessions I’ll cut the cost by 30% for you. I think we’d learn a lot more about ourselves and have some hot, dirty sex. There it is, no further discussion or negotiation my friend. Offer holds for two hours, clock’s ticking fucker so let me know. Jon.
Paul actually has loads of questions, but Jon has cleverly shut that avenue down – it is a take it or leave it offer to see him again for sex. He is just unsure exactly what he’d be signing up for and isn’t sure he wants to humiliate himself further, rob himself his own self-respect if that’s what Jon had in mind. Having been bullied as a child Paul had to work hard at building his self-confidence and self-respect, feeling that he’d let it happen to himself, he had deserved to be bullied because he was weak. Truthfully as soon as he’d seen the picture of Jon, pipe in jaw, his dick had made the decision. But his head said don’t be too keen, so, he left it over an hour before replying as confidently as he could, ‘Thank you, offer accepted, fucker. When do we meet?’ Jon smiled broadly as he read it, time for another wank to fuel his now over active imagination.
They didn’t meet for two weeks when Jon said the wood would arrive and Paul could approve that before he started work. One afternoon Paul got a text message saying the wood was in. Could he come by at 10:30am next day? Paul had a meeting but knew he’d be free by then if he went straight from the meeting and agreed, his stomach already in knots, his dick twitching.
Paul dressed carefully in jeans, tight t-shirt and a pair of black DMs to look more masculine. With the meeting finished Paul stepped out into the rain to locate his car and drive to Jon’s. Pulling into the muddy car parking area his car splashing through the puddles he spotted Jon stood in the doorway of his workshop watching the rain. Seeing Paul pull in he steps out to greet him. Paul is amused that he makes no effort to avoid the muddy puddles, splashing mud on his boots as he walks. Paul gathers the pipe he’s carefully packed, tobacco and phone. Out of the car he supresses his nerves and accepts Jon’s extended hand. They shake and then Jon pulls Paul into a hug. “Good to see you, let’s get inside it’s fuckin’ evil out here.” ‘Let’s hope it’s not going to be fucking evil in there,’ Paul thinks.
Evil would come in time! But now they make a little, slightly stilted, small talk until Jon points towards the back of the workshop and saying, “the timber’s over here”. He leads the way to a pile of wood on the floor. To Paul it just looks like a pile of wood, he stands with his back to Jon and surveys it perplexed as to what he is really assessing. “Em, yeap it’s a pile of wood, it looks ok to me but I wouldn’t know if it were good or bad.” Close behind him he hears Jon reply “I guess your expertise is more this type of wood”. Turning Paul sees Jon, with a silly grin, clutching his hardening cock pulled through his open fly, “Check it out.” Paul smiles “I’ve seen it before and can definitely approve it, a fine piece of wood”.
They look at each other for a moment and then the lust takes over and both men are back in the same hungry embrace as before. Lips locked, each vying with the other biting each other’s lips Paul’s tongue probes Jon’s mouth and again he pulls back and gobs into Paul’s face. Only this time Paul gobs back. Making Jon laugh as he pulls away and strips Paul’s shirt of over his head wiping his face with it, still ginning, as he says, “I have another piece of wood for you to check out here.” He reaches on to his bench and picks up the fruits of his extensive research. Holding it up for Paul to see. It’s a large full bent pipe, smooth and shiny of an almost black briar. “Do you like it? He asks handing it to Paul. Paul takes it feeling the smooth, almost sensuous curves, “yeah, it’s beautiful.” “So, fill it for me, I’ve still not fully mastered the art,” and he pulls a fat pouch of pipe tobacco from his back pocket and hands it to Paul.
Paul takes the tobacco and concentrates on packing the bowl as behind him Jon quietly strips, hurriedly pulling his boots back on and retying them before Paul has finished. As he stands “Paul is finishing tamping the tobacco into the bowl, “So you found yourself ‘a nice big shiny one’”. “That’s the biggest I could find for now, I want a bigger one” “Oh, I didn’t have you pegged as a fucking size queen,” Paul quips back. Jon stands behind Paul wrapping his strong arms around him and whispering in his ear, “I think it’s just man-sized.” He runs his hands down Pauls torso, nuzzling his ear. His hands drop to Paul’s belt and flips it open along with the button. He eases down the zip and slips Paul’s jeans and briefs down his legs below the knee. “I’ll need to take my Docs off,” Paul whispers enjoying the Jon’s touch. “They are fine, you can leave them on” Jon assures him as he lets his hands start to stroke Paul’s firm cock, the other hand grips his balls, “Do you think yours is man sized Paul?” his tone harder, more demanding. Paul stiffens in his embrace, he knows he’s referring to the size of his cock, not his pipe. A hot flush goes up his body as a wave of humiliation runs through him, his confidence falters, “It’s average”, he mumbles. Jon chuckles in his ear still nuzzling him. His grip tightens on Paul’s balls making him tense even more, “then mine must be super-man-sized, can you handle super-man-sized Paul?” He’s releases Paul’s cock but not his balls. With his free hand he now guides the hand Paul holds the pipe in up to Paul’s mouth, “are you ready to suck on a man-sized one Paul, can you handle it?” The pipe slips into Paul’s mouth, he knows this is just a metaphor for Jon’s cock but it also feels like a challenge to smoke the bigger ‘man-sized’ pipe. Jon hands him the lighter, “light it boi, suck on that man-sized pipe for me.” His grip on Paul’s balls tightens a little more making him feel vulnerable, yet his cock is seriously hard. As if to prove himself he lights the pipe as instructed as Jon fondles his balls.
As Paul fills the air with pipe smoke, Jon drops down onto the battered leather couch and engulfs Paul’s cock in his mouth, causing him to gasp around the pipe. He sucks the cock hard, “small but perfectly formed”, he says, belittling Paul further. Paul can’t even bring himself to tell Jon to ‘fuck off,’ inside he knows it’s true. Looking down he sees Jon is now holding his dick in one hand and busy photographing his ‘man-hood’ on his phone with the other hand. Paul pulls back a little to stop the humiliating documentation of his small cock. Jon pulls him back, “so cute, it’s a perfect ‘average’ little cock”, he mocks. Done he dumps the phone and looks up at Paul, “okey, enough foreplay, we need to start where we left off like we agreed don’t we?” Dumbly Paul nods. “Do you remember where that was Paul?” And seeing Paul is just holding the pipe, “keep the pipe alight unless you can’t handle it. So, do you?” Paul immediately puts the pipe back in his mouth and puffs as he shakes his head, “no”. It doesn’t matter Jon is about to remind him, enjoying the fact that Paul is already being compliant as his confidence is stripped away.
Jon now directs Paul to kneel. Thinking he’s going to suck Jon’s hardening cock Paul scoots his hobbled feet back and kneels. Jon takes the pipe from him and contentedly takes a big pull on it blowing the smoke into Paul’s face as he recounts what they did, how Paul had sniffed and eaten his farts, rimmed his dirty hole, been his spittoon and his ashtray. “But we actually finished after you shot your load from your baby dick all over my boots and floor. Then you did a sloppy job of licking my boots clean. Didn’t you dirty boi?”. The way Jon told it made it seem so sordid and him so pathetic. Nervous of where this is leading but aware he’s agreed to this Paul nods.
Jon smiles around the pipe, through the fog of pipe smoke surrounding his head. Jon continues, “So let’s start where we left off. Get down there and finish the job cleaning my boots, I’ve not cleaned them since so there may be a bit more work needed. Now get your face down there boi and show my boots some respect.” He puts his hand behind Paul’s head and starts to guide it down, pleased to find there’s not much resistance. Paul is losing the battle with himself to push back, to stand up for himself and Jon is loving it. Paul has to push his legs out and finds himself laid down on the floor, wondering why his dick is still hard. “Don’t think about it, just do it dirty boi”, Jon directs jettisoning another load of smoke towards Paul on the floor.
Reluctantly Paul extends his tongue and starts to lick the toe of Jon’s boot. He can see the mud from the carpark caked around the edge and realises that Jon’s planned this, planned to make him lick the mud off his boots. Feeling like he was thirteen again, about to get a swirly from a bully in the school toilets, he submits and starts licking the boots, tasting the mud and dirt. He works at it hating himself more with every swipe of the tongue. Jon is enjoying the show, unknown to Paul capturing it on his phone, “good boi Paul, get all that mud and shit off, find your dirty boi cum. Get the mud off the sides, yes that’s it.” Paul works his tongue around the boots, the edges of the sole. His head is between the shafts of the boots and Jon takes the opportunity to clamp his feet together clamping Paul’s head in place. Paul’s whimper and groan as he tightens the grip sends a thrill through Jon’s groin to his now hard cock. ‘Yes, I’m a bully’, he thinks, ‘and I fuckin’ love it’, as he squeezes Paul’s head a bit harder eliciting another whimper and finally a pathetic, “please” from the subjugated form below him.
Jon laughs “problem cunt?”. Another muffled “please”, begging for release. Jon laughs more “well cunt face are you going to be a good boi and do the soles properly for me this time?”, grinding his calves together more so Paul can really feel the boot leather on his cheeks. “yes” comes the hissed reply. “Yes what beta-boi?” There’s a delay as Paul tries to retain some last shred of dignity, bristling at the word ‘beta’. Jon releases him but as soon as Paul moves, he brings his boot down on Paul’s head. He has Paul’s head pinned sideway to the floor. Paul can feel the sole grinding mud into the side of his face. He tries to slide back but Jon just increases the pressure pinning him to the floor. Jon leans over him, captures a bit more of Paul’s humiliation on his phone, he hawks and gobs on the whimpering form hitting the edge of his boot and Paul’s muddied face. He adds more gob, “well fucker?”. And he smiles as he gets what he wants a hissed “YES SIR, I will clean the soles”. Jon, getting high on the power, gobs again, “clean all that up too boot-boi. On your back cunt. Now eat.” He lifts his boot so Paul can roll fully onto his back and see Jon’s boot descend over his face. He extends his tongue and Jon starts to wipe his boot across his personal human doormat. Every swipe removes some mud and more of Paul’s resistance.
Paul has to spend another five minutes digging the mud from Jon’s boot lugs before Jon finally takes his boots away. Grinning down at the panting form, he snaps pictures of Paul’s wet muddy red face. “Fuck, why do you have to be such a cunt?” Paul asks quietly. Jon sniggers, “Oh, trust me I’m actually a nice guy, but there’s something in you that has brought out an evil streak, that’s what I wanted to explore fuck-tard, and even if your dumb brain can’t accept it your dicklet is loving it, isn’t it? I don’t want to do this to any guy, no you’re special. And YOU ARE a natural sub, you just need to embrace it loser”. Paul shot back “YOU ARE a natural cunt, what worries me is just how much you’ve fucking embraced it.” Jon laughs, “You need an attitude adjustment beta-boi, but we can do that later.” Jon says as he stands “Now let’s get you cleaned up a bit, now kneel up.”
Paul was only too pleased to push himself up from the floor. Kneeling on his still hobbled feet he sits up and looks up at Jon. Jon is stood actively willing his hardon to soften. Seeing Paul debase himself on his boots had got him really hard he had loved the sense of power having someone lick your boots gives. He looks Paul in the eye with a sneer and steps back. If his hardon won’t go down he’ll just have to do it anyway. Paul’s dirty face looks hot and his wide eyes show fear at what is coming next, all of which just makes Jon hornier. With a huge effort Jon forces his bladder to do his bidding and aiming his hard dick down at Paul he finally manages to start to piss. With a grunt he releases a torrent of piss onto Paul’s chest. Paul had realised what was coming and already the pig side of his brain had shut down any resistance.
As with the fart eating, he knows he wants this, his cock strains harder still as Jon plays the piss up his body to Paul’s now upturned face. “You want my piss don’t you dirty-boi? It’s fucking pathetic, you’re a dirty pig aren’t you, Paul?” All Paul could do is nod in agreement, the warm piss runs over his body and it feels so good, so taboo, so hot. He can’t help but reach for his cock and start to wank it hard. “Open your fucking mouth pig-boi”. Offering no resistance Paul complies opening his mouth wide to receive the hot piss, he can smell it and as Jon steps forward his mouth fills with acrid piss. On auto he swallows, piss running down his face as he gulps it down. “Leave your fucking dicklet alone cunt you don’t cum yet,” Jon growls above him. But Paul is caught up in catching more of the piss he craves and continues to wank his cock. With another huge effort Jon stops pissing and quickly turns to his bench, rummaging around he finds what he’s looking for grabs them and turns his attention back to Paul.
In one swift movement Jon bends and seizes Paul’s hand pulling it behind his back before Paul has time to react. Holding it there Jon uses his other hand to bend Paul’s other wrist behind his back and manages to cable tie his wrists together, securing them before Paul can pull free. Grinning down at a flustered and frustrated Paul, “Like I said, not yet cunt. You might get to cum if you’re a good boi later. Do you want the rest of this piss?” He waves his now softer cock in Paul’s face. Angered through he is at being restrained Paul really wants Jon’s piss, “yes please give me more piss, please,” he gasps fidgeting in the pool of piss that’s soaking into his jeans. Jon smiles, he likes Paul in pig mode, it makes him more vulnerable and more compliant. He raises his eye brows and Paul knows what he had to do. “Please Sir,” tumbles out his mouth before he even registers what he is doing. With a smirk Jon manages to restart his flow of piss. Less forceful now he steps up and pisses straight into the other man’s mouth. He twists briefly to reach for his phone, he wants to record Paul swallowing his piss, giving himself freely to be his urinal. It will help humiliate him later and go further in robbing him of his already crumbling self-respect.
When the supply of piss runs out, Jon gobs into Paul’s open mouth calling him a ‘pathetic dirty piss pig’ he feeds his dripping cock into Paul ‘s mouth, “suck it cunt, clean it up, get all of that man piss into your nasty pig belly,” he sneers. His lust for Paul just grew with his increasing sense of power over him. He thrusts forward driving his cock deeper into the warm orifice, pumping his hardening eight inches into Paul’s mouth, grabbing his head so he can vent his lust and mounting aggression, raping Paul’s face.
Paul is shocked at the sudden onslaught; he suppresses his gag reflex as the phallus digs into his throat. He rocks and squirms but Jon seems to have no pity, and just keeps pumping his cock deeper, getting high on Paul’s choking, his grunts and whimpering as he fights for breath. For Jon it feels good, but he doesn’t want to unload yet, he has plans.
In chapter 4 Paul gets his ‘attitude adjustment’ and sinks lower into piggery
There will be nine chapters charting the journey of two men, alpha-male and beta-boi, as they discover how mean and dirty they really are. This story involves, humiliation, scat, piss, boot worship and pipe smoking. If these things are not for you please do move on.
This is the first story that I have published here. It covers my own personal interest in humiliation, submission and an obsession with pipe smoking men.
I welcome constructive feedback, thoughts and idea for future stories.