A carpenter's commission releases the bully & beta-pig
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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.
He concentrates for a moment before a small fart escapes his sweaty ring. Another toke on the pipe. He lets out a grunt and starts to shit.
Smiling at himself Jon watches the shit begin to coil down from his hole onto Paul’s flaccid cock. He loves the feeling of power as he shits all over Paul’s withered cock, whilst his own cock literally throbs in his hand. Yes, this feels so fucking good.
Chapter 7
Paul is becoming aware of the fact that Jon is actually shitting on him, another wave of utter shame, humiliation and revulsion rolls over him with the pipe smoke. He mumbles around the gag but it is incoherent. Jon watches him, “you said it, you are lower than shit beta-boi, now feel my shit, my superior shit on your little clit and pathetic balls. It’s what you deserve isn’t it beta-boi? And he’s happy to see Paul faintly nod as his self-loathing consumes him. Despite what he has done with his own shit this is another level, this is lower, nastier and, especially post orgasm, it disgusts him. He can feel the soft stinking shit wrapping its self around his cock and balls. By contrast, Jon is so tuned on now he just needs to unload, but he still wants this to last.
When there is a pile of warm soft shit smothering Paul’s junk Jon leans close to Paul’s tearstained face. “I’m gonna take your gag out pig-boi and then you will be a good little cunt and clean my arse for me. You’ll clean my arse to show your respect. Got that cunt?” He watches the conflict in Paul’s eyes, the realisation of what he’s got to do, coming to terms with the idea that he should do it even if it utterly revolts him, maybe because it revolts him. And he nods, another tear rolling down his face as Jon removes the gag.
Jon moves froward and squats over Paul’s head so that Paul has a perfect view of his dirty arse as it descends. As it comes closer Jon pulls his cheeks apart and Paul can now smell what he can see; small lumps of soft shit clinging to Jon’s crack, hiding his hole. He heaves a little and whimpers as Jon lowers it down, “get your tongue in there you pathetic cunt, clean up my alpha arse you wimp.” And he grinds his arse onto Paul’s face. Paul can feel the slimy shit still packed around Jon’s ring spread over his nose. Jon literally uses him as toilet paper, rubbing back and forth.
Realising there’s no get out until the job is done, Paul finally surrenders completely and pushes his tongue into the vile mess, tasting the bitter, gritty paste. This is not like cleaning Jon’s arse after a few wet farts when he was so horned up, the paste coats his tongue so there’s no escape. Paul groans and gasps for air, Jon can feel his breath as well as his tongue getting to work.
Now Jon is buzzing with adrenalin and endorphins. He continues to wipe his arse on Paul’s face as he wanks his cock and pulls on the pipe. In the mirror he can see himself sat astride Paul’s head, victorious, huge clouds of pipe smoke swirling around him as his fist pounds his cock furiously. With a series of guttural grunts and gasps he feels his cum start to build. Scooting back, he aims his cock down as his churning balls contract sending waves of cum over Paul’s shitty face, shouting, “fuck yes, fuck, fuck, fuck yes, take it you worthless piece of shit, wear my fucking cum, YOU ARE MY FUCKING TOILET PAPER BETA-BOI. YOU ARE LOWER THAN SHIT. Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
More tears run down Paul’s face as Jon jumps down from the bench. He pauses to catch his breath and admire Paul’s destressed shitty face. Smiling at him he actually rubs Paul’s hair like he’s stoking a dog. “Almost done for now beta-boi, just relax.” And he moves back down to Paul’s legs for the final indignity of the session.
Jon picks up two small capsules from under the bench where he hid them earlier, carefully stoking Paul’s quivering legs he pushes the bullet shaped objects into Paul’s still pliable shit chut. Paul is unaware of the intrusion of the two suppository laxatives being inserted into is arse. Jon pushes a little harder to make sure they are in as far as possible; only then does Paul wriggle to get away. Jon laughs, “easy beta-boi, relax.” He then he pulls a piece of the PVC Paul is laying on up between his legs and over his cock and balls as he had last time, sealing his waste in. Then he reaches under Paul further and drags down something else that had been covered by the PVC. It is thickly padded and Jon works it into position so half is under Paul’s backside before wrapping the other half up over his PVC clad cock and balls, sealing it with the tags at the sides.
Paul is suddenly aware of the shit spreading over his cock and balls and the tightness of something hugging his buttocks and crotch so that the waste spreads around his balls. He starts to raise his head but Jon is there too quickly, gently holding his head, “Just need to get your little pacci back in beta-boi and then you can get up.” And he slides the facsimile of Paul’s cock, now a penis gag, he so carefully fashioned back into Paul’s mouth, fastening the strap tightly round his head. Only then does he slowly guide Paul to let him stand on shaky feet. Almost tenderly he turns the shattered man to the mirror so he can see himself.
Jon watches with sadistic please as Paul takes in the sight of himself. His eyes go wide as he first sees that he is wearing a big, baby pink diaper over the PVC that he can feel beneath it. And then he focuses on the penis gag fixed in his mouth with the horrible realisation that the odd shape of the base is by design. Jon had crafted it to look like an oversized pacifier, a big pink baby’s dummy is in his mouth. He lets out as pathetic whimper and turns to move away. But Jon holds him, “you stay there fucker, you stay and look at yourself and remember you will never be a man, never were a man. This is what you are, a pathetic, wimpy, shit pig play thing for alpha men. When you accept that maybe you can move on. But for now, you look at yourself and think how much you hate yourself, how much you deserve to be used and abused by better men.” With that Jon walks off.
Jon returns to check on Paul a few minutes later. Jon is dressed and sucking on a bottle of cold beer. He stands beside Paul, who was still staring at himself in the mirror exactly as he’d been told to, “here’s what happens next my awesome little beta-boi.” Before he can finish Paul’s brain has once again locked on to ‘my’ and ‘awesome’. “You’ll go home and stay in your pretty pink diaper until this evening, then you will phone me on a video call. I will then give you the honour of humping the shit in that diaper, just like last time. Only this time it will be my superior shit you are going to get off humping as you entertain me. Got that piggy?” Paul is still wide eyed, trying to process all of this. Still a bit stunned he just nods slowly.
Jon helps Paul dress, struggling to pull his trousers over the thick diaper, his trousers bulge making it obvious what he’s wearing and further compressing the shit against his cock and balls. This time Paul isn’t getting a hard on, he’s still grossed out at wearing Jon’s shit, and humiliated to be wearing a real diaper and the over-sized penis gag dummy. Once he’s dressed Jon removes the penis gag, happy to see some of his shit still stuck to Paul’s lips and beard. He hands him the last of the beer, which silently Paul accepts. Jon puts his arms round Paul and holds him, “you did well today boi, really well, you’ve come a long way and we’re almost there.” And he nuzzles the back of Paul’s neck. Paul leans back wanting to feels Jon’s approval, his strong body, his embrace. ‘Why does it have to be this way, what does he mean by ‘getting there’’ he wonders.
Jon walks Paul to the car with the smug knowledge of what is going to happen on the journey home. Paul once again drives very carefully unaware of the suppository dissolving in his gut, he’s lost in thought until his gut cramps, a fart builds in his colon. He eases it out hearing its muffled echo in the diaper. Minutes later the cramps have got worse and he has the mounting need to shit. He squirms in the seat as it gets worse. Minutes later he losses the fight and feels another barrage of soft shit explode into his fettered diaper, forcing itself around his arse, balls, and eventually even his cock is encased in more warm stinking shit. He actually lets out as small sob at the abject humiliation of it. But by the time he gets home his cock has started to betray him and is already chubbed up in the slippery confines of the diaper.
Jon accepts the video call at 8pm. Paul is kneeling on a towel still dressed in the pink diaper that now bulges under the pressure of two loads of shit. He loosely holds his pipe and lighter and stares dumbly into the screen waiting for Jon to begin to humiliate him further. Jon is kicked back with a beer and his huge pipe, his jeans unbuttoned ready to enjoy taking Paul another step into submission.
The session is much the same as before, Paul humping the shit until he’s totally into his pig zone, smoking his pipe hard as he does it. Jon gives a continues stream of humiliating and degrading dialogue constantly reminding Paul how dirty he is, how low he is and what a pathetic wimp he is. He makes Paul edge until he’s a whimpering wreck, desperate to cum. But only when he’s crying again, and almost screaming out his acceptance of being all of the things Jon is saying, is he allowed to cum. Again, after he’s cum Jon has him open the diaper and eat his own shitty cum as he acknowledges his beta-boi status loud and clear for Jon.
Jon can see that Paul is beaten down, his self-respect in taters, which is where he wanted him, it’s why he added another humiliating diaper session when Paul was already fragile after the events of the morning. He is consolidating Paul’s beta status in his mind. He’s sure the last session should break him completely.
When Paul has debased and humiliated himself enough to make Jon cum, he tells Paul that he can clean up. But then he gives him an option, telling him that if he hates himself enough, wants to punish himself as he probably deserves then he could choose to reseal the diaper and stay in it all night and dump yet more shit into it in the morning. The choice was his.
Jon also reminds him that he didn’t deserve to have pubic hair and should shave it off before they next meet. Paul doesn’t respond to either of these but just sits on the open diaper feeling the shit slide down and pool under his balls. Before he goes Jon tells him that the table will be completely finished in two days’ time. He checks Paul is free to come by for the last session when they can ‘settle up’. When Paul agrees he ends the call leaving Paul to his mental turmoil.
In chapter 8 Paul will have to pay in the most humiliating and demeaning ways for living a lie, for pretending to be a ‘real man’.
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.