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.
When Ryan gets home
Despite his R&R time with Ed, Ryan is still smarting from the humiliating meeting with Stef and his Boss earlier. He steps into the kitchen to the smell of lasagna cooking in the oven. He can’t see Paul and wanders over to Paul’s office. The door is ajar, Paul still absorbed in a complex spreadsheet on his screen. As Ryan pushes the door open his senses are assaulted by the stench of shit.
Sensing Ryan’s presence, Paul automatically hits ‘save’ and spins his chair to face Ryan. He still wears his shirt, but the diaper can clearly be seen below it, the bulkiness of it forcing Paul’s legs apart. Through the plastic pants Ryan is happy to see the front of the diaper is stained brown with a mixture of piss and shit. It still bulges obscenely with the sheer quantity of waste trapped inside. Ryan grins, “had a good day boi, comfy in your diaper?”
Paul shakes his head sadly, “can I take it off now Sir? Please?” Ryan sneers, “what, when you’ve been having so much fun squirming around in filth? I saw the fucking hard on you got shitting yourself. The way you were humping the diaper. Have you been edging all afternoon in all that stinking shit? Did you cum, pig-boi?
Paul’s eyes widen with fear that Ryan might think he’s cum without permission, “no, no Sir. I haven’t cum, honestly Sir. It’s disgusting, I stink please can I clean up, please.” Ryan raises his foot and plants it on Paul’s crutch, pressing down. Even through his shoe he can feel the mass of effluent moving around. He studies Paul’s face as he massages his cock through the diaper. Like it or not the sensation of his cock sliding through the filth against the plastic diaper lining has an instant effect. His cock starts to harden. He groans, “please Ry, Please Sir don’t.”
Ryan laughs, “You can’t help yourself can you pig, you are fucking disgusting getting off in shit. Fucking freak. Go to the spare room, strip the bed to the plastic under-sheet. I need to get out of my work gear and then we can see just how much you want out of it.” And turn the dinner off we’ll have it later faggot.” And he heads off to change, passing the bathroom Paul had used on camera earlier to debase himself he stops for a piss. Seeing Paul’s pipe laying forgotten on the floor he picks it up. Tamping it with a finger he can feel it is still three-quarters full. He smiles, another punishment for the cunt. Paul knows Ryan’s rules; he must finish the whole bowl when he smokes.
Ryan strolls, naked, into the spare room. Paul is sat on the bed, nervously fidgeting. Seeing Ryan is holding a cigar, lighter and his forgotten pipe only intensifies his fears. Ryan stands in front of him grabs Paul’s t-shirt and roughly pulls it off him. He cups Paul’s chin, lifting it so Paul is looking up at him and then gleefully Ryan gobs into Paul’s face before stepping back. Smiling at the forlorn figure he brings his hand up and slaps his face. It’s not hard but it elicits a small cry. Paul feels a surge of fear run through his body. Ryan is in a sadistic mood, he’s never seen him quite so mean. Sensing Paul’s fear Ryan has a surge of pleasure. He’s a predator that has his prey in sight and his adrenalin is rising. He slams is bare foot into Paul’s groin, pressing hard, grinding Paul’s cock in the slime. He presses harder rubbing up and down enjoying Paul’s pained expression as he fights not to grab at Ryans foot to stop him. “Like that pig-bio?” He can feel Paul’s cock already beginning to grow. “Yeah, well your little clit seems to like it in there doesn’t it, pig-boi?” Paul’s face flushes red as he feels his cock harden and waves of pleasure start to overtake him. He can’t deny the sensation of his cock sliding around in the mess is getting him off. He shakes his head, but Ryan can now feel he’s fully erect. His breathing shorter. As Ryan massages further, he can feel Paul start to push back against his foot. The smell of shit is now filling the room.
Struggling to keep his balance Ryan pulls his foot away. He slaps Paul’s face again knocking him sideways onto the bed, “lay on your belly pig-boi, and hump that shit,” he orders. Paul slides up the bed, feeling the shit move about, oozing over his cock and balls. Whilst his mind riles against it, his cock starts to pump pre-cum into the diaper. He groans as he starts to hump the filth. Looking up he can see his flushed face in the mirrored wardrobe in front of him. He can see Ryan stood behind him, his cock hard and dripping. Paul watches Ryan pick up the pipe, place in in his own mouth and fire it up, clouds of smoke issuing from his nose and mouth, he sees Ryan take the pipe and thrust it into his mouth, “Smoke cunt, smoke and hump”.
As Paul obediently starts to hump the filth, with the pipe gripped in his jaw, smoke briefly obscuring his view of himself in the mirror. As it clears, he can see Ryan has lit his fat cigar. Gripping it in his mouth, he lays over Paul sandwiching him between himself and the bed. Ryan’s hard cock nestles into Paul’s thick diaper, sliding over the PVC pants slicked with his own pre-cum. He now starts to hump Paul’s diapered arse, driving Paul’s cock further into the stinking shit.
Ryan is even more aroused by the feeling of his cock sliding over Paul’s diapered backside, his head is next to Paul’s as he puffs on the cigar adding to Paul’s own self smoke torture. He whispers in Paul’s ear, “Feel it pig-boi, feel that shit, all that recycled shit. Think about how you ate that this morning. What does that make you pig-boi? A toilet, a fucking toilet. How fucking low is that turd-breath.” And he humps Paul harder seeing Paul’s expression change as he submits to him, to the unwanted pleasure coursing through his loins. His eyes half closed, he’s panting around the pipe stem causing him to inhale the smoke he hates. He lets out low grunts with each of their combined thrusts. “You want to cum shit licker?” Rayn demands. Paul nods. “Say it fucker, tell me that you want to get off in a diaper full of shit, shit you ate, shit you’ve been wearing all day, tell me how much you fucking want to cum in shit.”
The humiliation of Ryan’s words makes Paul cringe, but he’s now desperate to cum, he is getting off on the sensations of his cock sliding around in its shitty prison but also on the sheer nastiness of what he’s doing. Rationally it disgusts him but there is a piece of him that’s seriously turned on by the taboo act. Ryan thrusts harder and another wave of pleasure courses through Paul’s body, “yes, I want you cum, I need to cum, pleased may I come Master? Please I beg you to let me cum humping filth.”
Ryan sniggers at Paul’s submission,” not yet you pathetic pig. I want you to feel it, wear it, squirm in it a bit longer whilst you tell me what you are, go on pig-boi admit it, say it, tell me Paul why you deserve this.” The diaper is now leaking; a line of nasty brown filth is spreading from the top of the diaper. Paul can feel it coating his abs. He’s now slithering in waste as well as humping it. They can hear the disgusting concoction squishing in the diaper. The room stinks of shit, cigar smoke and pipe smoke. In desperation Paul surrenders to Ryan’s demands, “I’m a pathic wimp, a low-life cunt. I deserve your punishments Sir for being such a wimp. I’m a nasty, dirty pig, a shit licker and a toilet…” He’s still puffing hard on the pipe, thrusting his groin into the filth, the strain of holding off his impending orgasm is almost unbearable. “Please let this worthless turd licker cum Master, Please. Thank you for punishing me, thank you Master.”
When Paul voluntarily calls him Master, Ryan knows he has him in his most vulnerable and submissive head space. He’s been steadily breaking Paul down with his controlling and coercive behaviour. It makes him happy to know that he’s succeeding in breaking Paul, destroying any last vestige of self will. Ryan will only be happy with a total power exchange, and he knows he’s close to achieving it.
“You know that you are such a disappointment as a man, you are nothing aren’t you, just a fucking object for me to use aren’t you, Paul? You are lower than shit. You should fucking beg me to punish you every fucking day for being so fucking pathetic loser and disappointment. Say it pig-boi and you can shoot your second load of the day — fuck, I’m so good to you.” He takes a hard pull on his cigar and blows the smoke over Paul as he stumbles out, “yes, yes, yes Master I should be punished, I should suffer every day, I am your personal fuck toy, turd licker. I am sorry to have disappointed you Master…” As he submits totally, he feels the orgasm build and then explode, travelling from his toes, through his whole body and igniting his brain. It’s almost painful as it wracks his body and he pumps his pent-up spunk into the filth he’s been humping. His head goes back; pipe gripped in his teeth as steam of smoke jets from his nose. Ryan watches in the mirror as Paul emits a strangled ‘ahhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you Master, fuck sorry Master’. His balls pump two, three more squirts of cum into the fettered diaper. It’s a massive orgasm. Paul slumps defeated, humiliated and drained.
