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.
As if to punish himself he forces his face down, extends his tongue and collects the disgusting mess. He holds it in his mouth to show Jon the mixture of white cum and brown shit. Jon manages to grunt, “eat, eat it,” and he cums too, as the nasty mixture slides down Paul’s throat completing his humiliation, for now!
Chapter 6
Paul is now just desperate to end the call and clean up, remove the evidence of how low he has been. But Jon is in no rush, “thanks Paul, you are one special pig.” His chat flatters Paul at the same time as he belittles him further, messing with Paul’s head even more. He manages to get Paul to relax a little and start to communicate. Only then is Jon happy to end the call, but even then, there’s a parting shot to mess with Paul’s head, “look at your pubes all mixed up in that shit Paul, you know you really should shave them off, make cleaning up easier.” Paul looks down at his filthy pubes, “and you know you don’t really deserve pubes, do you Paul? Pubic hair is for men,” and with that he ends the call.
Session two
Jon had spent the next week working on the table, his thoughts often occupied with his next session with Paul. He also carefully crafts two more objects and does a little online shopping for their next session.
A week later Jon messages Paul to let him know that the table is ready for him to see. A week in which Paul has pushed thoughts of what he’s done to the back of his mind. Now looking at the message all his demons return. He has a self-loathing for what he’s allowed himself to do with Jon or what he’s allowed Jon to do to him. But still, he finds himself lusting over the man. He agrees to meet at 10 the next morning so that he doesn’t have to dwell on it too long.
The tension is palpable as the two men greet each other again. Jon can see that Paul is uptight and works at getting him to relax with a little social chat about his week. When he reveals the table he’s made, Paul is visibly impressed with his handy work and starts to chill, distracted momentarily, he enthuses, “it’s awesome Jon, fabulous. Thank you.” Jon explains that he just needs to seal it and then he can deliver it next week. He goes on, “I’ve been busy this week Paul, made myself a little something too, and he brandishes the biggest pipe Paul has ever seen. An enormous full bent pipe, as with the last one he hands it to Paul to inspect. The bowl fills Paul’s palm, it has to be twice or three times the size of a conventional pipe. “it’s amazing. You made this?” Paul asks rubbing his thumb over the beautifully crafted, smooth and polished surface. “Couldn’t find one big enough so I made my own, try it for size.” Paul hesitantly hangs the pipe in his mouth, the bit feels unnaturally big but the pipe hangs well balanced in his jaw. “You really are a size queen,” he says handing it back to Jon. “Yeah but sometimes you know I like small but perfectly formed things. Speaking of which why don’t you strip down so we can get down to the important business?” And he stands and starts to strip off himself. Paul, resigned does the same.
As they strip Jon starts his dialogue, “bit difficult to know exactly where we left off since you gave another amazing performance when you got home last time didn’t you?” he says throwing his shirt on the couch. “I was coerced,” Paul replies. “Oh, you could have ended that call any time dirty-boi. Don’t bullshit me you loved being a total pig for me. So, let’s recap…” And he runs through their last encounter knowing that with the description of every sordid act Paul engaged in is bringing him down, humiliating him a little more. The reminders of boot licking, piss drinking, arse rimming, being buggered to a hands-free orgasm and cleaning his filthy cock, then the PVC diaper full of shit and Paul’s dirty session humping it all paint a pathetic picture of Paul.
By now they are both naked although Jon has his boots back on where Paul had wisely decided not to wear his again. He pulls Paul to him and tenderly makes out with him a bit, fondling his cock. “See you didn’t take my advice and shave those pubs off fucker.” “No, the man pubes stay,” Paul retorts. Jon just says, “we’ll see,” before directing Paul to the area he fucked him in last time. The bench is there covered with pieces of the all too familiar black PVC and the large mirror is still leaning against the wall.
As Jon strokes Paul’s back, “anyway, let’s start where you came hands-free with a man-sized cock up your cunt shall we?” Paul looks at Jon expectantly, blankly. He’s feeling exposed and vulnerable, not because he’s naked but because he’s done so many shameful things with this guy, for this guy. Naturally it gives Jon the advantage all over again. Jon picks something up from the floor. Paul can’t make it out until Jon holds it up, “I’ve been uber creative this week, see I’m a bit of a geek, love new tech and I have a 3D printer. I made this for you Paul. Do you recognise it? I know it’s only small but it’s a pretty good life-sized replica I made using those pics I shot of your ‘manhood’ last time.”
Paul is dumbfounded, there in Jon’s hand is a very good replica of his own cock, his hard cock in bright pink plastic with an oddly shaped base plate. He can see the base plate has holes around the edge, it has a thin strap attached that Jon now swings the faux phallus from, right in Paul’s face. Paul can’t help but be impressed at Jon’s skill set even if he’s nervous about where this is leading. “Here’s the deal my little friend, you can fuck yourself silly with your own cock for me. If you can make yourself cum hands-free, like I made you cum with my man cock you get to fuck me next time. If not, we carry on – where we left off of course.” And he grins. Paul, seeing a way to take back some control of this odd relationship, dumbly nods taking the bait.
Jon lubes the plastic cock; it’s almost lost in his big hands as he slides the lube over it. He hands Paul the lube so he can lube up his hole and points to a spot on the floor, “kneel here dirty-boi, then you can see yourself in the mirror as you sodomise yourself for me.”
Paul takes up the spot on the floor and positions the toy under his arse using the mirror to see. There’s something humiliating about having someone stand and watch as he does this, someone that has a smug, knowing grin on his face. As Paul eases the toy in to his arse Jon perches on the bench and fires up his huge pipe. He deliberately takes big pull, bends and blows the smoke directly into Paul’s face engulfing his head in heady pipe smoke. As ridicules as the pipe is Paul can’t help but think Jon still looks hot smoking it as he stabilises the dildo on its base and starts to ride it. He’s torn between looking at himself and Jon smoking his monster pipe. He feels the toy slide in and open him up, the feeling of the pliable plastic on his ring is good and his dick starts to respond. Instinctively he reaches for his cock until Jon barks at him, “hands-free cunt, that’s the deal. Or, do I need to cuff you again?” Paul shakes his head frantically.
Paul starts to work the toy into his hole, letting it slide back out almost all the way and then mounting it hard. He bounces on it fucking himself, his cock and balls bouncing around. It feels good. Jon just smokes and edges his own growing cock with an amused expression. He questions Paul now, “is that good fucker, have you got it in deep? Does it hit that spot, that spot that my cock hit to send you over the edge?” He blows more smoke over Paul as he can already see there is a sense of mounting frustration in Paul. “Yeah, ride it for me fucker let me see you shoot your load riding your own beautiful little cock. Is it good Paul? As good as mine Paul?”
Paul is nodding as he now pants, it does feel good but it just can’t get him fully hard. He needs to wank; his frustration grows as the he starts to sweat from the effort. Jon’s cock is now fully hard and he now moves in front of Paul, “here, maybe this will help, suck on mine as you ride yours, a cock in each hole, suck me Paul.” And he beats Paul’s reddening face with his cock, taunting Paul further until he opens his mouth and sucks on Jon’s growing member. “Oh, yes take it deep Paul, take that man-sized cock. Is that a man-sized cock up your cunt? Is it, is it going to make you cum?” With his pipe gripped in his teeth he holds Paul’s head and starts to throat fuck him causing him to coke. Bile and spit drip from Paul’s mouth onto his cock and balls.
Paul wriggles on the dildo, bounces but just can’t get it deep enough to stimulate himself enough. His frustration and humiliation grow, “What’s wrong Paul can’t you satisfy yourself with that cock, is it not big enough? Do you think you could satisfy me with your little cock, could you Paul?” Paul is gaggling around Jon’s cock now, fighting for air, becoming tired, angry, ashamed.
Jon pulls clear of Paul’s mouth a line of drool connects his now rampant cock to Paul’s messy face. Still holding Paul’s head, he tips it up so he can look into Paul’s watering eyes. “Would you like me to stuff this up there fucker, like me to take you over the edge, show you the pleasure you had last time?” Paul is tired and defeated but horned up, reluctantly he nods looking through the smoke into Jon’s smug face as Jon demands to hear it, “say it fucker, let me hear you admit you need my cock to make you cum because yours can’t.” Paul almost sobs but does it, ‘please fuck me, I can’t get myself off on my cock. I need your cock to make me cum. Please fuck me, Sir.” The added ‘Sir’ make Jon even happier he’s getting Paul where he wants him, he’s breaking him down.
Pulling Paul up Jon pushes him onto his front on the bench. Paul feels the smooth cool plastic as Jon positions him so he can see himself in the mirror. Jon takes his pipe and stuffs it into Paul’s mouth, “smoke it loser, maybe it will make you more of a man.” It’s harsh and humiliating to Paul but now he just wants to cum and escape this shame, hide himself away. He smokes huge pipe watching Jon roll on a condom.
Jon mounts Paul hard, with aggression, intently watching Paul’s face in the mirror, he’s enjoying this on every level. The sensation of his cock in Paul’s arse is good, but taking him, mounting him like this is even better. And now he’s about to claim him. He could see a cloud of smoke come from Paul’s mouth as he grunts at the brutal intrusion into his arse. Join sets up as hard pace ramming his eight inches deep into Paul’s bowels. Grasping Paul’s thighs, he starts to piston into the him as he continues to belittle the man, “is that better fucker? A real cock inside you? Why couldn’t you cum Paul, tell me loser is your cock too small, is that it Paul? Answer me fucker.”
Paul’s humiliation and anger grows, but he knows it’s true his own cock isn’t big enough and he’s weak. He whimpers, “no, NO, it’s not big enough, Sir.” “That’s right loser, is that because it’s not adequate cunt? In adequate? Is it? Tell me boi?” he pushes Paul. Panting around the pipe Paul is slipping into a new head space, “yes it’s inadequate,” he mumbles. “You are inadequate aren’t you Paul, you’re not a man are you Paul? You are a pathetic wimp, in fact you don’t have a dick or a cock it’s clit isn’t it? A fucking little clit. A clit that gets hard humping shit in a diaper or when you are servicing a real man’s sweaty, dirty arse. You are a play thing for alpha men aren’t you Paul? MY dirty play thing?” He pants as he slows his pace to keep Paul on the edge and not cum himself. “Tell me Paul what are you? You are my inferior, a filthy subhuman pig for me to use. You are lower than shit. Own it Paul, say it.”
Paul is on the edge of tears, tears of frustration, anger at himself. It wells up in him that this is all true, he is a wimp, always has been a wimp, deserved to be bullied for being so weak. And finally, it tumbles out in gasps to Jon’s deep thrusts in is arse, “YES YES, I am a fucking pathetic wimp, I don’t have a cock I have a clit. I deserve to be bullied by alpha men. YES, SIR, I AM A BETA MALE. I AM LOWER THAN SHIT. I deserve everything I get from alpha men; I AM INFERIOR. I MUST RESPECT REAL MEN. I am YOUR dirty play thing, Sir. I am sorry Sir.” He’s actually sobbing now, taking the pipe in his hand, he sobs out his surrender and then cums hard at the same time. A wave shame washes over his body, but the orgasm still wracks his whole body in pleasure. And he lays there as Jon slows his fucking and withdraws from his well fucked shit chut. Jon, with a massive effort, holds back from cuming because this isn’t over. He’s got Paul where he hoped he would today and now he needs to cement the mindset.
Jon is totally pumped with testosterone and aggression. He didn’t set out to do this to Paul but, as things unfolded, it just seemed to become inevitable. A journey that once started he had to finish. He slips the condom off, noting that it’s only slightly soiled with Paul’s crap. Working quickly, he rolls a still gently sobbing Paul onto his back.
Paul is zoned out and offers no resistance as Jon repositions him relieving him of the pipe. Jon now picks up the plastic replica of Paul’s cock and slides it easily into Paul’s mouth and uses the strap to secure it in place. Paul simply accepts the penis gag, it pushes his tongue down and he can taste his own arse but it doesn’t choke him as Jon’s cock had earlier. Unseen by Paul, Jon repositions the phone he'd set up earlier to record the show, to capture this stage of Paul’s surrender. And then he bounds onto the bench straddling Paul’s prone body and squats over Paul checking in the mirror that his arse is directly over Paul’s spent cock and balls.
As Paul sniffles around the penis gag, he vacantly looks down his body at Jon watching him relight his pipe. Jon takes several big puffs allowing the smoke to roll down over Paul. He concentrates for a moment before a small fart escapes his sweaty ring. Another toke on the pipe and he lets out a grunt as he starts to shit. Smiling at himself as he 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.
In chapter 7 Paul has to come to terms with the fact his cock is totally inadequate and subjects himself to another video humiliation to please Jon
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.