A carpenter's commission releases the bully & beta-pig
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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.
Chapter 4
Jon reluctantly pulls his cock clear of Paul’s mouth, looking down he enjoys the sight of Paul’s face, bright red and covered in drool, his eyes blood shot and tearing up at the onslaught. Jon gobs on him adding to the mess on the stunned man’s face. “I think it’s time I explored your other hole don’t you fuck-tard?”. His question is rhetorical but Paul is too busy gasping for breath to even register it. He misreads the signs as Jon steps behind him and helps him to his feet, Paul stumbles with his feet hobbled and wrists bound. If he thought for moment that Jon has taken pity of him and is going to give him a break, he is wrong! Without giving Paul time to gather his thoughts he roughly pushes the stumbling man towards a low work bench he’d set up earlier, it has a padded tarp carefully tacked to the top. Jon swiped up their pipes, lighter and his phone as he passes the couch.
Jon steadies Paul in front of the bench and then pushes him forward so he falls face down onto the bench, head off one end, legs off the other. As Paul calms, he struggles a little but, “untie me you cunt, I didn’t sign up for bondage,” he yells at Jon. “If you can’t keep your hands off your dicklet you need to be restrained fucker, I’ll cut you lose when you can behave, if you behave.” Paul sees that Jon has carefully setup an old mirror on the wall so now he stares into his own messy face.
“And, speaking of misbehaving perhaps now is a good time for that attitude readjustment fucker. You know you have a neat arse Paul, so pretty, so inviting, so smooth,” and with that Jon brings his hand down hard onto Paul’s buttock, eliciting and instant, yelp from Paul. It makes Jon smile and he slams his hand onto Paul’s other cheek to another satisfying yelp. “You see Paul you really need to learn to show more respect for alpha men, you don’t call them ‘cunts’ or shout at them. You need to learn to address real men as SIR,” he slaps the smooth reddening flesh again, eliciting a further yelp from Paul. “You are a beta-boi Paul you must respect your superiors mustn’t you, BOI?”
Jon’s hand slaps into Paul’s arse again. “Fuck you cunt, I didn’t sign up for a beating either, I’m out of here,” Paul yells at him, only to receive another slap. “You just say the word and you can go, door’s that way, we won’t see one another again if you renege on the deal because you can’t handle it. And for the record cunt, this isn’t a beating. Sissy, beta wimps don’t get beatings, they get spanked. You are being spanked like a sissy beta wimp deserves when he’s disrespectful to his superiors.” And Jon delivers another slap to Paul’s reddening backside. “What’s it to be beta-boi, you going to wimp out on me?” he demands.
It was a clever move, if Paul goes now, he’ll feel like he is a total wimp, if he stays Jon will continue to treat him as a beta bitch plaything. But at least he’ll know he hasn’t run out, at least he can see Jon again. And for whatever reason he does still want to see this man again no matter how mean he is to him. “I can handle it, I’m not running out on our deal, but you are still a cunt,” he snarls back. Jon’s hand descends hard on to his arse again. Pain radiates across his backside and he cries out, “please stop.” “They don’t count until you do fucker, how many before you say sorry SIR, how many do you think you deserve?” and he slaps him again enjoying the squeal and gasp from Paul. “Another slap, another yelp, Pauls’ eyes tear up, he can see himself in the mirror. Another slap when his brain clicks, “one Sir, thank you Sir.” He’d seen it in Porn movies.
Another slap makes him squirm into the plastic padding, “two Sir, thank you Sir,” “How many do you think you deserve fuck-tard?” Slap, “three Sir, thank you Sir, I think I deserve six Sir.” “Wrong answer fuck-tard,” slap, “four, thank Sir.” Slap “five Sir, thank you Sir, I deserve 10 Sir,” “wrong answer loser,” slap.
Paul knows his threshold for pain was low, maybe that’s why he’d always been such an easy target for bullies. “Six Sir, thank you sir, Please SIR, sorry SIR please don’t hit me again, please stop spanking me,” he sobs, he is openly crying, tears running down his face. Jon’s dick swells, Paul’s shrinks. “Ahhhh, seven Sir, thank you Sir,” Paul managed to get out between sobs, and then suddenly, “I deserve as many as you think fit Sir, sorry I was disrespectful Sir.” Jon laughs well done fucker, “took a while but we got there in the end. Are you going to be a good boi for the real man?” ‘Yes Sir” Paul sobs.
Jon gentle stokes his red arse, even the touch makes Paul flinch and Jon snigger.
Paul looks at himself in the mirror and hates himself, a sobbing, crying, baby looks back at him. He’d submitted, he did fucking deserve it he was a wimp. Jon wanders round to where Paul’s head hangs over the other end of the bench. Taking up position in front of him, lifting Paul’s head, he looks into Paul’s eyes and enjoys a thrill as he can see the submission. In Jon’s eyes Paul sees the same predatory look he remembers seeing in the kids that bullied him at school.
Jon picks up his pipe and tapping out the loose ash into his hand, he checks there is still plenty tobacco in the large pipe. Seeing the ash in his hand he makes a snap decision, showing it to Paul, “where does it go beta-boi?”. Paul whimpers, “in my mouth Sir,” he meekly accepts Jon’s open palm rubbing the gritty ash onto his tongue and laps it up and swallows it. As Jon relights his pipe he bends down to blow the smoke directly into Paul’s face, “You can suck on my cock again now and then I’m gonna give you a crack at my crack again bitch.” And he guides his dick into Pau’s mouth. This time he takes him more slowly, letting Paul do the work pleasuring his cock as he enjoys the pipe and his growing sense of control.
Paul makes a good job of working his cock, getting into a steady rhythm, even licking his balls unbidden. Jon pulls his slick hard cock from the warm suction of Paul’s mouth and turns around, backing his arse into Paul’s face. He pulls his buttocks apart and slides his backside onto Paul’s face hearing him sniff without instruction makes him happier still. ‘Beta-boi is getting into his pig zone,’ he thinks. He rides Paul’s face letting him dig into his hot sweaty trench without a fight. “That’s a good pig-boi clean that hole for me, taste it dirty-boi, let me feel your faggot tongue.” Paul digs harder, his mind governed by an obsession for this man’s arse, his tongue starts to prob Jon’s ring, there’s a musty smell of shit that tells him Jon hasn’t wiped real well.
Paul’s disgusted with himself but again his cock is at full mask and ruling his head. He sinks his tongue into the moist smelly hole to a satisfied groan from Jon. “Go on you dirty fucking arse licker, do it, dig in there. I had a hook up last night, nice guy. We had some good sex, unlike you, he was man-sized, left me a bit raw so that feels good.” The fact that Jon had sex with another man, even allowed another man to fuck him sent a wave of jealousy through Paul’s body, a sadness that it wasn’t him that shared his bed as an equal. He feels a flush of anger but carries on as if to prove a point, he is at least a good arse licker.
Jon continues, “yeah had him dump another load in there after breakfast just for you, see, I’m thinking about you all the time. And trust me cunt, I’ve been thinking about you a lot.” Paul is conflicted is that a good thing or a bad thing? He doesn’t have time to think about it because Jon forces a fart onto his tongue. A wet fart straight into his mouth making him cringe and his cock throb. “Ready dirty boi? Get this, fucking get all of it.” And he farts again and as he does a large dollop of thick wet mucus is spat directly into Paul’s mouth. The smell hits him first, cum and a little shit mixed. Then the slimy texture as it slides over his tongue. “Hold it pig boi I want to see this,” Jon demands as he pulls away and scoots down to see. “Open wide piglet, let me see, let me see you chewing on another ‘real man’s’ cum straight from my dirty hole, feel good being a low life cum dump for alpha males?”
More photos go on Jon’s phone. Paul is wracked with humiliation, tempted to spit it out. But at the same time, he’s so fucking turned on by how nasty this is. Instead, he swirls it around his mouth, punishing himself. He opens his mouth to show Jon the shitty cum coating his mouth. “Now swallow it you piece of shit. Fuck yeah, eat douch-bag, eat.” Jon is so turned-on watching Paul sink even lower, surrendering to him even more. His cock is dripping and he wipes it across Paul’s face as he swallows the vile mess and opens his mouth to show he’s done it.
Jon could easily have wanked himself to completion over Paul’s face at this point. But he knows he has more planed and wants this to continue, he is enjoying this far more than last night’s sex. He moves behind Paul watching him in the mirror, he strokes his arse, enjoying seeing Paul flinch. He lets his finger slide between Paul’s buttocks and starts teasing his hole, feeling it tense slightly he runs his finger round it, pulling Paul’s cheeks apart he spits on his hole and then slides a finger in getting a whimper but no resistance, Paul is still horned-up and starts to wriggle. “It’s not clean,” He murmurs, “Sir,” he adds to Jon’s amusement. Jon smiles and slides his finger all the way in, “not my problem dirty-boi, I’ll just wear a condom.
Can you handle a man-sized cock? Do you want this man-sized cock up your dirty boi cunt Paul?” He digs his finger deeper, twisting it, watching Paul’s face in the mirror. He grabs some lube that he’s left on the floor. Showing Paul in the mirror he pours some into Paul’s crack and massages it in, “See, like I said thinking of you all the time cunt,” and he slides two fingers in. Paul lets out a small grunt “yes Sir, I can handle it,” he pushes back slightly. Jon adds a third finger, stretching out the hole and working it until he can feel there’s less resistance. Then he positions himself right behind Paul and rolls a condom over his rock-hard phallus before lining it up with Paul’s ring. Nudging the head in not too gently to another grunt from Paul. He watches Paul’s face in the mirror seeing his eyes are glazed but still watching him.
With a smile Jon pushes in further, “I’m gonna take you cunt, take you like a dog takes a bitch.” He thrusts into the tight hole, now he can feel it gripping his cock and it feels good physically and mentally, “I’m gonna mount you, sodomise you beta-boi,” and he pushes in hard. He’s pleased to see Paul’s head jerk up at the intrusion, an involuntary groan turns to a whimper. Slowly at first Jon starts to thrust his cock in and out of Paul, holding his hips he builds his pace. A steady stream of ‘uhhhs’ coming from Paul as his hole is violated. Jon increases the pace, pumping deeper each time, enjoying the warm grip on his cock and the sense of power.
Now Jon starts to fuck hard, slamming into Paul driving deeper into his gut. As he withdraws, he can see a little ring of brown forming around Paul’s anus, exactly as he had hoped. He steps up the pace, “take it you cunt, yeah feel that cock in your guts, yeah pig-boi you like that don’t you, you piece of shit?.” He grabs Paul’s hair jerking his head back, making eye contact in the mirror, “don’t you bitch?” Paul breathlessly responds “YES, YES SIR, I do, thank you, oh please fuck me.” Jon pants, “Like a dog takes a bitch. Are you my bitch cunt, are you? Tell me what you are loser.” “Your bitch Sir, oh god, thank you Sir.” Paul has never felt a cock so deep, feel so good in his guts, his cock is dripping. Jon is hitting the right spot and he can’t get enough, he’s a wonton slut for Jon and Jon’s cock. “YES I’m your bitch, fuck me you bastard, fucking do it,” he pushes back tightens his grip on Jon’s shaft.
With a hum of pleasure Jon slams into Paul harder and faster pounding his hole relentlessly pleasuring himself for five minutes. Now he can hear nasty squishing sounds as he drills into Paul’s arse and yes, now he can smell shit. He slows, he's not ready to cum just yet, there’s more to do, another step in taking Paul lower. Panting a little he slides his cock out seeing it coated in a layer of Paul’s shit, small lumps hang on the end. Far from being disgusted, this is exactly what Jon wants, exactly what he needs to make Paul recognise how dirty he can be, how low he’s going to be.
Jon moves to the other end of the bench, presenting Paul with his shit covered cock. Paul smells it before he sees it. Instinctively he turns his head away. He’s still cable tied; his jeans still bind his feet so he can’t escape. He groans though clenched teeth as Jon grabs his hair holding his head in place and smears the end of his cock over Paul’s lips. Jon takes slow pleasure rubbing the shit over Paul’s face, enjoying watching him struggle, “feel that? That’s your shit pig-boi, your waste. How do you feel about arse to mouth?” Paul, keeping his mouth tightly shut, is shaking his head, whimpering ‘no’. Jon laughs and continues painting Paul’s face in his own shit. He goads Paul, “we both know it’s going to happen dirty-boi, you are going to suck your own shit off my cock because you are a dirty cunt, because really you want it and I want to see you do it. Open up you loser, do it because you deserve it.”
Paul is fighting a losing battle again, he utterly revolted and yet so turned on at the same time. He knows this is a step further into piggery and humiliating submission, to do this is disgusting and low. Paul continues rubbing the shit over his lips. Paul can actually taste it and tires to whine ‘no’. Jon takes advantage of Paul loosening his lips a fraction and presses his filthy cockhead into the gap. Paul’s mouth forms into an O and Jon pushes in. Fascinated he watches as shit accumulates around Paul’s lips and beard. Paul feels a little shit spread up his tongue. The paste spreads and he can taste his own vile waste, his mouth waters as a response, lubricating more lumps of shit.
Jon happily starts to slide his shaft in and out of Paul’s mouth and like it or not Paul gives in and starts to suck his own shit off of Jon’s throbbing cock. He swirls his tongue over Jon’s cock, through the shit, lining his mouth, coating it with the stinking paste. Jon knows he has Paul in the zone, where he wants him, where he will willingly debase himself. He watches Paul’s hips buck as if trying to fuck the bench, he wants to cum as he consumes his own waste, cleans Jon’s magnificent cock.
Paul literally slobbers over the tool in front of him, shitty saliva dripping from his mouth as he lunges over the filthy cock. “You are a dirty fucking shit pig Paul, eat that filth for me you pathetic dirty little cunt, show me your tongue dirt bag.” And as Jon steps back Paul holds his tongue out to show that it is coated brown. Jon had to fight not to cum as Paul cleaned his cock. Now he needs to unload, but first he bends and picks up Paul’s pipe from the floor, taking it in his own mouth he fires it up frantically puffing it to life. Content it’s going he pushes it into Paul’s panting mouth, “now suck on this wimp, keep it alight while I fuck the rest of your shit out of you.”
Jon takes his own pipe from where he’d left it in the middle of Paul’s back. He fires it up too, holding it in his mouth, he takes up position and slams he cock back into Paul’s hole, hard, in one move. Paul’s head jerks up again a large cloud of pipe smoke billows out of his mouth as he groans around the pipe stem.
Jon can’t hold back now he’s just slamming into Paul’s backside, ramming his cock as deep as he can. Holding Paul’s hips again he literally rides the younger man hard. Paul is gripping the pipe in his teeth and panting around it to a succession of short ‘uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh’ sounds. He mumbles, “Ummmm, please, yes, please Sir, fuck me, please Sir, please, please.” A pathetic stream of begging for Jon to take him over the edge, he’s so close, so desperate to cum.
Jon is equally close, the sensation of sliding his cock into Paul’s slimy shit chut is amazing, Paul’s submission to him compounds it to make this a perfect fuck. He groans “take it you low-life cunt, take my cum, be my bitch,” he’s watching them both in the mirror, a fog of thick pipe smoke as each man puffs hard on his pipe, Paul’s shit smeared face, he pile-drives Paul’s hole and shoots his load into the confines of the filthy condom. A huge rush of elation from groin to brain.
Jon’s guttural moans are met by Paul’s own prolonged “yes, yes, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” as he too unloads his balls. Panting and humping his arse back onto Jon’s thick member he has another massive orgasm, hands free, an orgasm he wishes would last forever, his whole body quivers and jerks, his arse tightens milking more cum out of Jon’s cock and sending more waves of pleasure through Jon’s body. He’s still shaking as Jon falls forward on to his back and lays there panting.
The two men lay there recovering, panting and sweating they eye each other in the mirror. Jon takes the pipe from his mouth and, with a mischievous look at Paul, he brings it round and pushes it into the other side of Paul’s mouth forcing him to accept two pipes. Paul grips them for fear of dropping them and has no choice but to puff on them sending streams for smoke from his nose and mouth. Jon enjoys the sight of him struggling to take so much smoke. He eases himself up and slides down Paul’s back. As he goes, he kisses Paul’s back, “thank you dirty-boi, that was amazing, you are an awesome dirty filthy little beta cunt, my cunt, my shit pig.” The tenderness of it fucks more with Paul’s head. He’s conflicted about the fact that he sunk even lower with Jon, shown himself to be a totally submissive wimp, a filth hound but he’s soaking up Jon’s praise even when it’s mixed with insults and demeans him further, he hangs on the word ‘my’.
In chapter 5 Paul goes lower and gets more dirty
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. 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.