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.
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.
Chapter8
Session three
Two days later finds Paul sat outside Jon’s workshop. His mind is a mess, a tiny shred of his former self is still nagging away in his brain, telling him to leave and not subject himself more humiliation. But the larger part wins through, it’s screaming at him ‘just do it, accept I am a beta-boi, I fucking deserve whatever Jon does to me. Leave now and you will never see him again, this maybe the last time’.
Paul takes a deep breath and forces himself to get out of the car. As he locks the car, he notices Jon is stood outside by the door with another man. He looks similar to Jon, at a guess Paul thinks it must be his brother, maybe a bit younger. Jon is smoking the smaller of his too pipes passing it to the other man to pull on to as they chat. Paul doesn’t move just observing them for a moment. Jon seeing that Paul is out of his car motions for him to stay there. He continues chatting with the other man, who looks over at him. Paul can hear laughter and the odd pieces from the conversation; “…that him?… for real?…he’s fit…he actually do that…fuckin gross bro?” Paul cringes as it’s clear Jon has shared at least some of what’s gone on. A flush of utter shame runs through him. His head hangs down with embarrassment until he hears Jon call to him.
Looking up Paul can see them watching him as Jon speaks, “Paul, on your knees and crawl over here, now.” Paul is mortified, he glances round to see if there is anyone else outside or overlooking them from the other units. Before he can really be sure another, “now boi, just do it” comes from Jon. Hating himself even more Paul drops to his knees and starts to crawl across the muddy yard. It’s not far but the mud sticks to his hands and knees. He can’t bring himself to look up, he. Just reminds himself, ‘I deserve this, my fucking cock is getting hard? I’m a sick cunt!’. He can hear the men chuckling at him and flushes red with shame.
When he gets to the door Jon pushes it open so Paul can crawl inside, he waits as Jon wraps up the conversation, to his horror he hears Jon invite his brother in to watch. His heart is beating hard now, relieved when he hears the reply, “no thanks bro, you are a sick fucker, I don’t need to see what you two perverts get up to. Have fun though, sure I’ll hear about it anyway.” And Paul hears him walking away.
Jon closes the door and walks in to find Paul. He bends and helps him to his feet, guiding him further into the workshop. He can feel Paul is shaking, spinning him round to face him, Jon can see it’s with a mixture of anger and frustration, Paul blurts out an angry, “why? Why did you need to do that?” Jon smiles and strokes the side of his face, he’s close, Paul can smell the pipe smoke on his breath. “I didn’t plan it, but it was a test, a test to see if you still accept your beta-boi status, if you are ready to serve a real man. I knew he wouldn’t come in, he’s an alpha male alright, but a bit square.” Now rubbing Paul’s neck, and just inches from his mouth he continues, “besides your little clit seemed to enjoy it, isn’t that right? See how much fun you can have when you just admit what you are Paul.” And his hand drops to squeeze Paul’s junk through his shorts as he kisses him.
Paul’s cock immediately hardens more and he can’t help but make out for a minute with Jon, he still lusts after Jon despite the humiliation and his obsession with making him a subservient play thing. He’s even more conflicted now, but after a minute Paul does push Jon back, “please, can we just talk for a minute?” Jon, still fondling his hair, “we can talk later, when you’ve settled up.” “I can settle up now, I can pay for the table now, on my phone.” Paul offers. Jon looks into his hopeful eyes, “no, you don’t need to pay for the table, you can have that as a gift with my pleasure. No, you need to pay for the lies, the lies to me, and yourself, pay for pretending to be a real man when you aren’t. Pay for all the years you’ve been living a lie Paul, then we can talk. But first we have to settle up. Today you wipe the slate fucker. Are you ready to wipe the slate Paul? To show me you accept your place in the world?”
Now Paul is in utter turmoil, conflicted between what Jon is saying, his generosity, the tenderness that he’s showing and the cold predatory lust in his eyes. But his cock just won’t go down, he wants to please Jon, to have his acceptance, to see him again. He nods his head, “yes Sir, I’m whiling to wipe the slate, to pay, Sir,” he mumbles. And Jon just pulls him in, snogging him hard, running his hands over his body, in breathless pants in between kissing, “yeah fucker, you know you have to be punished before we can move on. Are you going to be a good boi and accept your punishment, obey the real man today?”
Paul is both broken and horned up as Jon had hoped and ready to accept what it takes, “yes Sir, punish me Sir, I deserve it Sir,” he knows he sounds pathetic, but he is pathetic that’s why he deserves whatever twisted punishment Jon will administer, but right now he’s grinding his hard cock up against Jon’s equally hard cock, as once again they start to strip the clothes off each other’s bodies.
When they are both fully naked Jon stands back staring at Paul’s cock and balls, his now hairless cock and balls. A grin spreads across his face, “good boi. Perfect little hairless clit. How does if feel Paul?” And he runs his hands over Paul’s smooth balls and strokes his now dripping cock. “Emasculating, humiliating is how it feels, but I guess that’s what you wanted. I look like a fucking baby”, Paul sharply replies. “Yeap, it’s there to remind you that you’re not a man, and speaking of babies did the diaper go back on after our last video call?” Jon asks, still edging Paul’s cock.
Paul can no longer look at him, he looks down shamefaced, he mutters, “I sealed it back up as you wanted, and yes, I wore it all night and added another load of shit in the morning. It was gross but I wanted to punish myself. Happy now?” Jon laughs, “not as happy as you probably were in the morning, my bet is that you couldn’t stop yourself humping it all over again, that you dumped another load of beta-boi cum into it before you cleaned up. Am I right my little shit pig?” Paul still can’t look him the eye as he nods. “You should have called me, I’d like to have seen that, it must have been fuckin’ messy by then.” “You’d just have humiliated me more, and yes it got seriously messy, shit leaked all over me. Paul answers angrily, “yes, I liked it, I liked rolling around in it until I came without being humiliated by you, or forced to eat my own shitty cum after”. Jon laughs, “so not such a bad punishment then dirty boi?” “Fuck off,” Paul retorts as he manages to finally look Jon in the eye again and he actually manages to laugh himself.
Jon finds his massive pipe and tobacco, thrusting them into Paul’s hands, “here pack this for me whilst I enjoy your shaved little clit.” He kneels and takes Paul’s cock in his mouth, working it over with his tongue, fondling Paul’s smooth balls.
Paul packs the pipe, gently thrusting his cock into Jon’s mouth as he does. When Paul is humming at the pleasure Jon pulls back. He stands taking the pipe and guiding Paul down to his hard member.
Despite his fear about what will follow Paul just enjoys the moment and engulfs Jon’s leaking cock, working it over as Jon had his. Jon thrusts his cock in deeper enjoying Paul’s coking noises as he struggles to let Jon’s big dick down his throat. Jon fires up the pipe, deliberately engulfing Paul in the smoke, watching it dance around his head as he works his cock. He enjoys pushing his cock deeper into Paul’s increasingly compliant throat.
As he enjoys Paul’s throat Jon reminds Paul where they left off, “I guess we finished where I shot my load, after taking a nice big shit last time eh pig?” Paul feels a chill run down his spine, “If you say so Sir,” he whispers, now deeply concerned.
Jon reaches for his boots and with Paul kneeling at his feet pulls them on. “Tie them up for me boi, and then get your face down on them and worship them as you tell me what a pathetic low-life cunt you are.”
When Paul has the laces tied, he reluctantly brings his face down to the grubby black leather and starts to lick. He’s lying, as before, on his hard cock as he starts his self-debasement for Jon’s entertainment, “thank you for letting me clean your boots Sir, your boots are superior to me, I must respect your boots Sir, worship your boots Sir. I’m just a low-life cunt.” And he went on as he tongued the leather.
As Paul gets more into the sub head space Jon squats being careful to keep his feet apart. He Takes a big pull on his pipe and as he blows out the smoke, he relaxes his shit chut, then with a sigh he starts to shit. Right in front of Paul’s face. He sees Paul pause, and watch as his turds fall on the floor directly in front of him, the smell immediately hits Paul’s senses.
A pile of soft shit builds beneath Jon’s arse, Paul is almost mesmerised by it until Jon reminds him to keep cleaning his boots. He forces himself to resume licking the boots with the pile of shit just inches away. He is revolted but at the same time there’s something so taboo about it, so raunchy his dick leaks more precum onto the floor. The smell is overloading his senses shutting down the normal social limiters. He’s now just whimpering as he continues licking the remaining dirt off of Jon’s boots. Jon watches their reflection in the mirror that’s still propped against the wall. A sinister smile on his face as he sees Paul is now actually humping the ground to stimulate his cock.
Standing, Jon gives Paul another minute to get used to the smell of his shit and to sink further into piggery and then tells him to kneel up, “now you are going to frig that little clit boi, frig your clit for me whilst you look at my shit, my superior shit.” He’s stroking his own throbbing member as he revels in what’s to come. He takes another pull on the pipe so he can blow the smoke over Paul as he kneels.
Panting slightly, Paul starts to wank. Jon can see him focus on the shit right in front of him, “yes fucker, that shit is superior to you, that’s how fuckin’ low you are you should respect my shit shouldn’t you?” And Paul, now zoned out, nods as he works his cock. “Say it you cunt.”
Paul stutters it out, I, I, I am lower than your shit Sir, must respect your shit it’s superior to me.” Jon goes on “You are going to cum for me now shit head, shoot you load staring at my shit, knowing it’s better than you. Frig that pathetic little clit, empty you worthless, hairless little balls for me cunt.” And for his own amusement Jon thrusts the pipe into Paul’s mouth, “smoke it and wank your clit, entertain you master beta-boi.”
Paul has to grip the huge pipe in his jaw and struggles with the smoke as he breaths hard, getting ever closer to shooting his load for Jon. His whole focus is now pleasing Jon and showing his submission. “Cum for me pig, cum all over my shit, do it, do it now fucker.” And he does with a groan his cum erupts across Jon’s stinking turd pile. Paul is virtually sobbing, “yes Sir, thank you Sir, I’m such a low life cunt, I AM PATHETIC, uggggg,” as his cock spews more cum, glazing Jon’s shit. Taking the pipe back, Jon gives Paul a moment to catch his breath. “Good pig, now you’ve had your fun you have to pay cunt.”
Jon’s now perched on the edge of the bench he’d used to fuck Paul on. He leans towards Paul’s handsome upturned face blowing pipe smoke directly into it. Enjoying seeing Paul flinch, wide eyed, still a bit zoned out.
Jon leans down over the shit pile and hawks, letting his gob drop onto the shit and cum in front of Paul, he does this a couple of times looking up into Paul’s face between each gob. Paul can see the glint in Jon’s eye, the sinister sneer on his face. He watches as Jon then tamps the huge pipe and then inverts it to let the loose ash drop onto the pile of waste between them.
Paul is now acutely aware of the stench of the shit. As usual, post orgasm, it’s now vile, where it had been raunchy and excitingly taboo before he came, now it’s gross. His instinct is to move away, he’s too close to it. He knows what comes next is going to be nasty, but perhaps not just how nasty.
In chapter 9 – will Paul completely submit? Will he let Jon make him into the beta-boi shit pig Jon thinks him to be? Find out in the final chapter of these men’s journey of discovery.
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. Please remember to rate the story.