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.
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.
Chapter 9
Jon lifts Paul’s head so he’s looking directly into his eyes again, “now you are going to show me how much you respect my shit, how superior it is to you aren’t you?” Paul whisper’s an unconvincing, “yes Sir.” His face is a mask of fear as Jon tells him what he is to do, “you are going to clean it like you did my boots, get all that nasty wimp spunk, ash and gob off with your fag tongue. You are going to polish my turds,” he says smiling at his own quip. He sees a tear form in the corner of Paul’s eye, but there’s no fight, no protest. “You deserve this don’t you Paul?” And Paul nods.
This is vile, revolting but Paul actually craves the punishment now, he really wants to be punished more for being such a wimp than for lying about being a beta male. In his head it’s the fact that he is a beta male, weak and pathetic that makes him deserve it. And he nods, before slowly scooting back and bending over the stinking shit pile to start his punishment.
Jon can see Paul hesitate, his head hovering over the shit as he comes to terms with the idea of licking cum, gob and pipe ash off of Jon’s shit. Paul is struggling, he’s tasted his own shit before, even a little of Jon’s but this is somehow much more revolting to him. But it must be done, he must pay, he must please Jon and punish himself. The smell is intense now he’s right over it. With an effort he sticks out his tongue, lowers his head and swipes across the still warm pile for shit.
Paul can feel the gritty ash, gloopy cum and gob stick to his tongue. But he has to actually suck it up to get it into his mouth. Jon smiles hearing the slurping noises at his feet. Knowing Paul is actually sucking the filth off of his shit, “good piggy, get it all off like the cunt you are. Show me pig-boi.” Paul lifts his head, mouth open to show Jon the muck in his mouth. Jon wears a sneer of contempt as he instructs Paul, “swill it round and the swallow it shit-licker.” Paul immediately swills the filth around his mouth, tasting remnants of shit and the bleachy taste of his own cum. Quickly he swallows and shows Jon his empty mouth.
Perhaps that’s it, punishment done. But that’s not to be.
Jon orders Paul to keep going, “get it all shit-licker, suck up all of that cum.” Paul is resigned and lowers his head again to the pile of turds and delicately sucks the rest of the gloop off the filth. Showing Jon again before he swills and swallows. “Keep going cunt,” came the next instruction.
Paul can now taste shit, bitter, slightly nuttey, vile shit that sticks to his tongue with every swipe. The smell is inescapable as he disturbs the surface of the rancid pile. As he takes another swipe, Jon judges when Paul’s mouth will be fully open and brings his boot down on the back of Paul’s head. He mashes his face into the pile. A panicked grasp, muffled by the shit, comes from Paul. He flails his arms in panic as his face is submerged in the soft shit that also fills his mouth.
Jon sniggers, “get a nice big mouthful cunt. Do it.” Paul has little choice. The vile mess is filling his mouth as he squirms beneath Jon’s booted foot. “Show me Paul, show me,” Jon gasps, he’s so horned up on his total control and power over Paul, his ability to utterly debase him. He’s shaking with lust as Paul opens his mouth to show the whole of the inside of his mouth coated in brown waste, his face covered in the same brown paste.
Jon taken suddenly moves behind Paul, shouting “chew it pig-boi, fuckin’ chew my shit, taste it.” As Paul works the shit around his mouth, he can see Jon in the mirror kneel behind him. He watches Jon grab a bottle of lube and frantically pour a big dollop onto his hand. In one movement he thrusts two fingers into Paul’s arse, making him squeal. Jon works Paul’s hole feverishly whilst still fisting his own cock. “Keep chewing pig-boi,” he barks at Paul as he lines his cock up with his target. He can’t believe how hot this scene is, how turned on he is by such a base act.
Jon grabs Paul by the shoulder to steady him and thrusts his cock into him in one move. Paul’s head flies up at the brutal assault, the pain radiates through his arsehole. Jon can see the shit dribbling down Paul’s chin as his mouth gaps briefly. As he pile-drives into Paul’s arse he yells at Paul, “now eat it you fucking loser, eat.” He watches Paul struggle to get his shit down, every instinct is telling him not to do it. Jon’s sees Paul’s Adam’s Apple bob and knows he’s done it. Paul’s mouth opens so Jon can see he’s actually swallowed a full mouthful of his shit.
High on lust and power Jon grabs Paul’s hair and forces his face down and arse up. He pounds in harder still as he rams Paul’s face back into the shit, “eat pig, eat it all, every bit of my shit is going into your pig belly cunt.” He’s rubbing Paul’s face through the waste until he’s sure he has another mouthful and then pulls him up so he can see him in the mirror. Tears run down Paul’s face as he chews without instruction. Jon continues to pound his hole, getting as deep as he can with each thrust. As Paul’s works an even bigger load of shit around his mouth, he can feel Jon hitting that spot, that spot that starts to turn pain into pleasure. Despite what’s happening his cock begins to harden again. “Chew it, oh yes fuckin’ savoir my man shit and now swallow it.” Jon demands.
Jon is jacking-hammering his cock into Paul, ever closer to cuming. He notices Paul’s cock is now leaking precum and goads him’ “your fuckin’ pathetic little clit likes this doesn’t it shit-licker? How sick is that? How fucked up?” Paul is actually panting as Jon slams his face back down. “Lick up what’s left pig, don’t waste it, that’s my superior shit, feast on it pig-boi, get it all.
Paul obediently laps the filthy floor, scrapping up that last of the shit as Jon’s balls unload into Paul’s arse, pumping him full of his seed as the defeated man swallows the last of the shit from the floor. Jon’s humping slows to gentle thrusts as he comes down from his biggest ever orgasm. He’s panting hard as he leans onto Paul’s back, sliding on their combined sweat. Paul is kneeling up his mouth hanging open, shitty drool hangs from his lower lip, his eyes glazed, staring. Jon reaches round and catches some of the drool on his finger and feeds it back into Paul’s mouth, “don’t fucking waste it, cunt.” He holds Paul up, looking at their refection, Paul’s face is a mess of shit around his mouth and nose. Jon is pleased to see there’s even shit on his forehead where he’s been scrapping the filth off the floor.
They stay locked together for a moment, Jon’s cock still lodged deeply in Paul’s arse. Watching Paul’s face for a reaction, Jon starts to piss. It takes a moment for Paul to feel it. When he does Jon sees him flinch turning his pleading eyes to meet Jon’s. “No one said we’re done shit-licker, but I promise we’re almost there,” and he increases the pressure so Paul can now feel his bowel inflate. Jon whispers in his ear, “What do you say shit-licker? Paul mechanically answers as he knows he must, “thank you for filling me with piss, thank you for your superior shit, Sir.” His cock is still hard but his head isn’t there with it. He’s still grossed out by his punishment and it’s not over yet.
Jon slowly pull’s his cock from Paul’s arse, telling him not to let the piss leak out. With difficultly Paul manages to clamp his ring closed. It wasn’t a long piss but to Paul it feels heavy in his gut, he can feel it move as Jon directs him to lay on his back on the dirty floor. Jon retrieves his pipe and lighter and then straddles Paul’s body facing the mirror, he has a perfect view of himself over Paul. Taking his time, he relights the pipe and then sits his arse directly over Paul’s face. He manages a short fart and hears a muffled, whine from Paul. He laughs, “Open up pig boi, I have just a little more for you.” An “oh god,” from Paul lets him know Paul isn’t in his pig zone even if his cock is still hard. “You are going to be my total toilet beta-boi. I saved some just so I could have the pleasure of actually shitting straight into your worthless fucking mouth.”
Why this is even worse for Paul he’s not sure but it’s somehow even lower that eating it off the floor. It’s the ultimate surrender, which is of course, why Jon has to do it. Paul isn’t sure he can handle this as well; he feels so full with the shit in his stomach and the piss in his guts. But he is still determined to pay his debts.
At first nothing happens, but as Jon relaxes, helped by smoking, his shit chut gradually opens, “ready cunt? Keep it open, I am going to shit into my personal subhuman toilet.” His ring flares open and his shit starts to slowly drop directly into Paul’s quivering mouth.
Paul feels the soft warm turd slide over his tongue and fill his mouth so his cheeks bulge slightly. It takes all his willpower not to gag, with effort he starts to chew knowing this is expected of him. The taste is even more intense than what he ate off the floor, his eyes water, the bile comes up in his throat. Jon pushes himself back so he can look down directly into Paul’s face and watch his suffering. Adding to it by blowing pipe smoke directly into his face as well. Jon smiles, “enjoy pig-boi, fucking savoir that fresh man shit and show me how much you respect it by frigging your little clit as you chew.”
Paul brings his hand to his cock and starts wanking it as he chews the shit, feeling Jon’s waste become liquid in his mouth, some of it is sliding down his throat already. He knows he must wait for that instruction from Jon. He knows Jon will prolong his suffering. And he’s right, Jon reaches over and starts to gently twist and pull Paul’s nipples, “I want you to cum for me chewing shit straight from my arse cunt-boi. Show me how much you respect my shit, how grateful you are to be my spittoon, ashtray, cum dump, pissoir and, now, full toilet.” Paul nods as a tear rolls down his face, he is a pig as well as a wimpy beta male.
Gradually, like it or not, his disgust is turning to lust. As usual the urge to please Jon drives him. He chews harder as he increases his wanking to Jon’s, “frig it dirty-boi, frig it for me, come on Paul show me how fucking much you love my shit…”
Paul is bucking as he wanks, swallowing small amounts of liquid shit as his orgasm builds and starts to take over his whole body, he shakes with the same intensity he’s had every time this man has made him cum. As he cums, Jon tells him, “swallow you cunt, eat it, yes eat it toilet-boi.” Despite the verbal abuse he’s still tenderly stroking Paul. Paul obediently chokes down the rest of the shit and lays with his head between Jon’s knees, breathing hard, deeply aware of the vile taste in his mouth.
Jon gives Paul a few minutes to recover before helping him up. As he does Paul feels his bowels struggling to hold Jon’s piss, he looks at Jon with a look of mild panic on his face. Seeing the situation Jon quickly hands Paul a small bucket, “here, you can use this, don’t think you’ll make it to the toilet.” Paul thrusts the bucket under his backside and releases a torrent of liquid shit, piss and cum. As he calms down, he looks into the bucket at the thick shitty slurry, white bits, that are clearly Jon’s cum, float in the brown soup. He looks up to see Jon is watching him intently.
The two men make eye contact, nothing is said, a tiny twitch of the eye brows from Jon, questioning. An almost imperceptible nod from Paul. Unbidden, Paul picks up the bucket and brings it to his lips. He tips it up so the contents slide into his mouth, filling it with putrid liquid shit, cum and piss. Some of it pours out the side onto his chest as he gulps the vile filth.
Paul does this, not because Jon told him to but, because he wants to finish his punishment on his terms show his total surrender. He is admitting his inferiority. Jon watches fascinated at what is taking place; Paul’s total surrender, his total submission, his total acceptance that he is a shit pig that gets off on humiliation and being ruthlessly dominated by real men, for their pleasure! However gross this is, Paul feels a sadness that journey is over, his reasons to visit Jon done.
When Paul drops the bucket, the two men kneel looking at each other, both a little shocked at the intensity of what they have both just done. “You are fucking amazing beta-boi, fucking awesome. You did well. I thought you might bottle it.” Paul gives a half smile, “I almost did, but I know I deserved it, I AM a beta male. I’m ok with that now.
Thank you for showing me what I am Sir”. Jon laughs, “you can drop the ‘Sir’ for now. I’ll get you something to clean yourself up with.” He goes off, returning a few minutes later with a bowl of water and some towels.
As Paul cleans up, as best he can, Jon asks, “So, do you want to talk now?” Paul looks at him, “What’s there to say? I did everything I hoped to persuade you not to do to me.” “Do you regret that?” Jon asks. Paul shakes his head, “no way”. Jon hands him another towel, “then perhaps we can talk about something else. Would you like to meet up for a beer, tonight?” Surprised, Paul looks at him. Jon goes no, “so we can talk about us, where we go from here, you and I.” Paul’s still slightly dirty face breaks into a broad smile, “I’d like that very much – Sir!”
The end. Or, perhaps it’s beginning!
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.