There will be seven chapters charting Paul’s (and occasionally Rayan’s humiliation). This story involves, coercion, bullying, extreme humiliation, scat, piss, diapers, cigar and pipe smoking. If these things are not for you, please do move on.
NB: in the real world I do not condone any form of abuse by one human against another!
Ryan has a busy schedule and needs to be ready on the road for eight for what will be an unpleasant day. And an unpleasant day for Ryan usually means it will be a significantly more unpleasant day for his partner, Paul.
In the dim early morning light filtering through the curtains Paul moves to the bed and peels back the duvet that hangs loosely over Ryan’s body. Ryan stirs rolling on to his back. The light picks up the muscles of his neat, toned body. At 32 Ryan is no gym bunny but his body retains enough tone to make him physically attractive, both women and men give him a second glance. He has a compassionate looking face with neatly trimmed beard, the floppy blond hair giving way to a perfect fade at the sides. He looks younger than his years, even cute; a look that totally belies the dark and nasty deviant within. It had been the cute, seemingly compassionate man, that Paul had initially fallen for. The dark, nasty deviant side of Ryan had only revealed itself over a few years of being together, insidiously seeping into Paul’s psyche until it had possessed him, consumed him and totally enslaved him to the dark man he would often refer to as Master.
Now, Paul crawls onto the bed, feeling the springs give under his additional weight, not that he is heavy, he too is in good shape for 32, Ryan likes him to be fit with no excess fat, so he is lean and nicely toned. As a professional man he must keep himself well groomed, he is clean shaven, his soft brown hair short.
Paul manoeuvres himself so his head hangs over Ryan’s cock and balls. He can see that the uncut cock already shows signs of firming up, probably from Ryan needing to piss. He bends his head, opening his mouth and slowly engulfs the head of Ryan’s cock, sucking it into his warm moist mouth, he can feel it almost instantly respond as he gently sucks on it. He moves around so he can lift the growing phallus with one hand and gently stroke the shaved balls with the other.
Ryan emits a contented sigh as his hand comes over and pushes down on Paul’s head guiding it down harder on his stiffening member. Paul feels Ryan’s grip tighten in his hair taking control, tightening painfully as Ryan forcefully pushes his head down until he can feel the swelling member fill the back of his well-trained throat. Paul tries to relax to allow the familiar cock deeper into his gullet. He knows he must breathe through his nose and try not to choke.
Paul feels Ryan reach out and drag the duvet back over them, covering Paul, sealing him into the warm space between Ryan’s legs. He struggles a little as Ryan moves his head up and down his hardening cock. He hears a muffled voice as Ryan finally speaks, “ready pig? Here it is something to start your shitty day off right.” And, as Paul registers what he is saying, Ryan releases a massive fart. Paul hears it rumble against the bed before his head is enveloped in the pungent gas. He can feel the warmth of it as it fills the space. Having to breathe through his nose his senses are assaulted by the rancid beefy smell. He hears Ryan chuckle, “and another for you Pig.” A second fart erupts into confined space. Paul whines, it’s worse than last time. Yes, this is now a regular occurrence for Paul to wake Ryan and breath his stink.
Despite himself, despite hating every second of this, Paul can feel his own cock harden, pressing uncomfortably against the small plastic cage he is forced to wear most of the time. A heat spreads though his body, a lust rising in him, something he can’t control, something that actually controls him, led him here. He submits and snorts another lung full of Ryan’s arse gas, more beefy, meaty, toxic stinking gas. It’s gross. His self-loathing rising like the bile in his throat. He’s suffocating in the fettered heat of the bed.
Ryan, sensing Paul’s submission, thrusts his now hard cock into Paul’s gullet, enjoying the wet phlegm filled tunnel. His now fully hard 8 inches drills deeper. But he knows he can’t prolong his own pleasure now; he needs to get moving and there’s some new humiliations he wants to inflict on Paul before he gets out the door this morning. Something that he can reflect on whilst he endures some difficult meetings today.
Throwing back the covers Ryan pulls Paul off his cock; a string of phlegm stretches between mouth and phallus until it breaks dropping across Paul’s chin and chest. Paul is panting, his face flushed from the heat and exertions in the gas filled space. Thrusting Paul towards the door Ryan snarls, “bathroom bitch, and pick your pipe up on the way. It’s your lucky day I’m gonna let you empty those pathetic balls.” Stumbling, Paul heads back to the room where he often sleeps alone now. From a small rack of pipes, he selects one of the implements of torture. Paul had once made the mistake of complaining about Ryan’s cigar smoking. So, Ryan brought him a pipe and frequently forces him to smoke it as a punishment. He knows Paul hates smoking; he looks ridiculous puffing on a pipe. It’s just another way to ramp up Paul’s suffering and humiliation and his own power.
Groaning, Paul hastily packs the pipe, knowing he’s about to suffer. Ryan will not let him cum without there being a high price to pay. Remembering the lighter he scampers into the large, tiled bathroom. Ryan is already stood admiring himself in the full-length mirror, stroking his softening, phlegm slicked cock, a smug grin on his face. He snaps his fingers and points to a spot in front of him and Paul instantly drops to his knees, head bowed he places the pipe and lighter on the floor beside him. He fears what’s coming, yet his cock still struggles to harden inside of his tiny cock cage.
Ryan pulls a leather lanyard from around his neck and hands it down to Paul. It holds the key to his cock cage, a key that symbolises his status as a possession. “Get your little clitty out cunt, let’s have a laugh,” he sniggers. Paul, hands shaking, fumbles the key into the tiny padlock and works it free, releasing what he used to think of as his ‘man-hood’. “Fuck, I really think it is shrinking cunt, few more months and it really will be a pathetic little clit as you fucking deserve, won’t it?”.
Speaking for the first time Paul whispers, “yes Sir,” cringing down at his cock. He fears Ryan is right, perhaps it’s true that a caged cock does diminish with time. He has no time to dwell on these thoughts as Ryan’s hand suddenly smacks the side of his face hard, knocking him sideways. “Open up cunt I don’t have long, you can wank that thing as your Master pisses.” Back in position Paul looks up, Ryan thrills at the red mark on the side of his face, at Paul’s puppy dog brown eyes as he obediently opens his mouth.
Ryan steps forward resting his cock on Paul’s lower lip and with a grunt lets go. He loves the feeling of his piss passing through his fat cock to fill his human urinal. He makes eye contact with Paul, intently watching him, making sure he swallows. As the bitter dark yellow and rancid urine fills his mouth, Paul knows he must not cough, he must gulp it down, mouth open so Ryan can see. It’s hard, even after months of being Ryan’s urinal. He feels the nasty fluid slide down his gullet, it’s disgusting. Yet, his cock fills out in his hand. He feels Ryan shift his aim deliberately soaking his face and chest, not caring about the mess because he knows Paul will clean it up shortly. Paul’s job now is just to take it, wear it, bath in it. He will not be allowed to shower he knows he will be wearing Master’s piss all day today that’s just how it is several years into their relationship.
The flow ends, Ryan shaking the drops off in Paul’s hair, snarling, “Light your fucking pipe cunt and then get down on your belly, you are going to watch me take a shit and you’ll do it up close as you smoke your fucking pipe you freak.” He is more venomous than normal, Paul figures he really does have a bad day in store, and he had better not antagonise him by putting up a fight – although most of the fight was gone, eroded by months of systematic brain washing and humiliation.
Paul holds the lighter over the smooth half-bent pipe, watching the flame dance as he puffs on the pipe, he can taste the smoke he hates. For kicks Ryan finds Paul the strongest, nastiest tobaccos, this one is horrible. Clouds of blue smoke fill the room. As it drifts up Paul lays face-down, he knows what he is about to observe will be gross and still his fucking cock is hard. He watches Ryan squat in front of him, wanking his cock as he does. It’s already hard, dripping. Any form of humiliation for Paul makes Ryan hard, and this will be humiliating.
Paul is lying on the floor, puffing on his pipe as Ryan farts again, even with the pungent smoke Paul can smell the fart. It’s not as harsh as being trapped in the bed with it but just as nasty. Another fart and then a crackle as Ryan’s anus flares. A brown nub emerges and pauses briefly before another grunt and then a surge of soft brown shit coils onto the floor directly in front of Paul’s face. He watches briefly mesmerised by it, watching the mound grow, shiny, slick ropes of shit. It piles up, the smell assaults them both. For Paul it’s stinging his nose, he coughs unsure if it’s the smoke or the nauseating smell of shit. The pile grows as Ryan’s arse again forces out more slimy soft shit, it curls softly down on top of the first pile. The smell intensifies its rank. Ryan sniggers, “sniff it up pig, smell my man shit, drink in my fucking stink. Fucking show me how much you respect your Master, even my fucking waste is superior to you. Snort it piggy, snort.”
Paul removes the pipe and sniffs deeply, inhaling Ryan’s disgusting stink, it’s awful, Paul loathes it but is still turned on by the gross act. He sinks into submission. As the last piece of waste falls on to the pile Ryan stands and surveys the large pile of warm waste between his feet and the pathetic sight of Paul actively sniffing it, inches from it.
Ryan laughs, tugging his now rampant cock he turns, “kneel up cunt, kneel up and clean me up you fucking pig.” As Paul scrabbles on to his knees Ryan bends, presenting his arse to Paul who hesitates at what he’s realises he’s being told to do. Ryan has never gone this far, never made him perform an act quite so gross as to be his toilet paper. “Now, faggot. Wank your fucking clit and get your pig face in my shit chute and start licking.” He pulls his own sweaty arse cheeks apart so Paul can see Ryan’s messy anus. His ring is coated in a mercifully small amount brown soft shit, a thin paste of stinking waste.
Paul is utterly conflicted between utter humiliating shame and a strange lust to perform this gross act. Ryan isn’t giving him time to assimilate this, “NOW” he yells. And trained as he is Paul forces his face into the filthy trench before him.
Paul rams his nose into the soft brown mess, feeling the residual shit spread over his nose, the smell is overwhelming and his eyes water as he struggles not to puke, he groans. With self-loathing Paul forces his face in further feeling Ryan’s sweat on his face. Extending his tongue, he hesitantly starts to lap, trying not to think, just to give into it and his own freakish lust for it. He starts licking, tasting the bitter nutty, gritty, filth as it plasters his tongue. Ryan lets out a small laugh, “fuck yes, you dirty fucking low-life cunt. Do it, clean my shitty ring. Get in there, deeper you pathetic wimp. Eat me out pig.” Cowed, Paul actively sucks in the shitty slime and swallows it. Then he digs his tongue into Ryan’s moist hole, cleaning inside and out to the gasps of pleasure from his tormentor.
