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.
As Paul 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.
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Ryan stops humping and just lays on top of him, enjoying Paul’s broken state. Knowing he’s far from done. He’ll give the cunt a few minutes to recover, to allow the self-recrimination to start and then he will give him what he asked for; he will punish him and make him suffer even more than he already has, just as he fucking deserves. Smirking he slides off Paul. Leaving him he wanders to the bathroom to fetch a pair of scissors, Gaffer tape and another pipe and some very nasty tobacco.
When Ryan comes back into the bedroom Paul is sat up. He looks up and Ryan can see the pleading in his eyes. The desperate hope that he’ll be allowed to go and take a long hot shower. But seeing what Ryan throws onto the bed he knows his day from hell is far from over. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn fucker. Pack the pipe, and this time it will be the fuckin’ gross shit you had this morning not the mild shit you packed when you thought I’d not know about it.” Paul mumbles an apology. Ryan looking for a good place to cut off the diaper replies, “sorry is easy to say fucker. Most people aren’t sorry. I’m sure as hell not most of the time. From now on the correct response when you fuck us is, ‘please MAKE ME SORRY MASTER. Got that cunt? Defeated Paul agrees, “yes Master, please make me sorry for not smoking the real nasty tobacco.” “Oh, I’m gonna make you real sorry pi-boi.”
As Paul fumbles the tobacco into the pipe Ryan snips through the sides of the diaper letting it fall away from Pauls’ body onto the bed. He makes Paul get up onto the bed on all fours and slides filthy diaper to one side.
Paul’s arse, cock and balls are still coated in a thick layer of stinking brown filth. It drips off him onto the bed. Paul feels Ryan climb onto the bed behind him and looking up can see him, cigar in mouth, grinning at him. He feels a sense of deep shame that he’s just cum humping a filthy diaper, the things he’s said, the things he’s begged Ryan to do to him. But there’s an increasing sense of believing he does deserve it. He is so pathetic. It’s the first time Ryan had described him as a ‘disappointment’. The idea that Ryan was disappointed with him fills him with anxiety, fear he might leave him.
Paul is brough back from his thoughts as he feels Ryan start to slide his hard cock playfully through the filth coating his smooth round arse. Ryan slides it around coating it in shit and then easing it into Paul’s crack. Just teasing his hole. He pushes the tip of his leaking cock in and out of Paul’s ring. He does this for some time as he enjoys the sense of total power over Paul, listening to his little grunts and moans. Watching Paul’s face in the mirror he smirks around his cigar, “ready pig boi? Ready to take a real cock up your nasty shit-chut? Not waiting for an answer, he slams his cock home with a violent thrust, balls deep using the shit and piss as lube. Paul gasps at the sudden burning intrusion stretching his hole and filling his guts. However nasty, sick and fucked up this is he wants to please Ryan, he doesn’t want to be ‘a disappointment’ to him. He must please him however humiliating and degrading it is he loves Ryan, he needs him!
Ryan briefly pile-drives his cock into Paul, working out his own pent-up aggression. The sound of his pelvis hitting Paul’s shit covered buttocks echoes in the room. The smell intensifies as even more shit coats his cock. He loves the feeling of his cock in Paul’s tight hole, the slick shit lube now oozing down over his balls. Paul emits a continuous stream of ‘uh, uh, uhs’ with every violent thrust. He must slow his pace not to cum too soon. He wants this to last, to prolong his own pleasure and Paul’s suffering.
Slowing his pace Ryan tokes on his cigar and watches himself in the mirror. Grabbing Paul’s shoulder he continues with more gentle thrusts for another few minutes. Paul’s mouth hangs open like some obscene blow-up doll. But then that’s what he is to Ryan. As he eases his cock out of Paul’s stretched ring, a small amount of soft shit flows onto the mattress cover. His cock has a thick coating of shiny brown filth. Grabbing Paul’s hair, he twists him round presenting his filthy cock to Paul’s open mouth, “suck, suck it clean turd licker.” And he pushes his hard filthy phallus into Paul’s open mouth enjoying the muffled sob from Paul.
Paul has no fight, he closes his mouth over the filthy phallus and sucks the shit off, the taste is stronger and more bitter than this morning, it’s vile. The slimy texture enough to make him gag. He fights the bile rising in his throat and sucks. Sucks shit from his bully partner’s cock, like a good little ‘turd licker’.
Once the worst of the shit has been cleaned off his still throbbing cock, Ryan pulls it free. Siezing the diaper he slides it in front of Paul, “time to make you sorry cunt.” Paul looks down at the disgusting diaper, he can see the wet shit has pooled in the crutch area. He can even see traces of his own cum. Realising what is about to happen he starts to beg, “please master no more, please…” But he is cut off as Ryan slams his face into the stinking mess. A surge of power runs through him as he grinds Paul’s face into the filth. Paul struggles as Ryan now folds the diaper up over the back of Paul’s head. Wrapping his head, he picks up the Gaffer tape, pulls off a length and roughly wraps it around Paul’s neck. As Paul surrenders to the inevitable and stops struggling, Ryan's able to adjust it so Paul’s head is totally wrapped in the filthy garment. The leg holes towards the top of his head allow him to breath.
Paul feels the, now cold, slimy waste coating his face, the stench is overwhelming. This is horrible, utterly gross, inhuman. He is truly sorry as Ryan intended. “Are you sorry now fucker? Nah, not sorry enough yet.” Paul panics how much worse could it get? He’s thrusting around, blind. He can feel small amounts of liquid shit dripping out onto his chest and back.
Ryan holds his head calming him, “relax and stay still bitch. Now open you fucking mouth nice and wide so I don’t hurt you.” Confused but compliant Paul opens his mouth wide. He feels Ryan prob the outside of the diaper to find where his mouth is and is then aware of him snipping a small hole in the diaper. “Let’s make the punishment fit the crime pig-boi,” he laughs. And he slides the pipe stem into the gap. “Take it cunt, suck on that pipe, get it alight, come on.” Realising what’s happening Paul reluctantly bites down on the pipe stem and starts to draw on it as Ryan holds a lighter over the bowl watching gleefully as the flame bobs with each puff from Paul. He sees the bowl glow and suddenly thick smoke is emerging from the diaper’s leg holes.
For Paul his living hell just got worse, the smoke tastes foul, perhaps worse than the shit. His head is enveloped in acrid tobacco smoke. He’s hot and sweating in his filthy cocoon. Literally smoke torturing himself. But he dares not stop. Right now, he’s scared of Ryan, scared he could make things even worse. So, he smokes in his shit prison.
Ryan’s full bully credentials are alive and well, he can’t resist recording this new humiliation on his phone. Seeing the pitiful site of Paul, shit dripping from his diaper clad head, a pipe hanging out of a hole in it and smoke issuing from every gap. Paul’s muffled sobs complete the scene.
Throwing the phone down Ryan clambers back up on the bed behind Paul. Giving his cock a brief wank he slides it up and down Paul’s dirty trench, gathering shit for lube and once again he bottoms out in Paul’s arse. A satisfying muffled scream makes him smile. Picking up his cigar he relights it for the ride. This time he doesn’t slow down he fucks hard, enjoying every thrust into Paul’s guts, the soft wet grip of his dirty hole. He pumps hard, slows just long enough to torment Paul further and then slams back into him riding him hard for ten minutes. He rapes Paul’s hole loving the total power trip. He’s never used and abused Paul to this level before. But he will be doing it again. The cunt deserves it, he deserves to be served this way. He feels like a God as takes his prize. He feels the spunk rising from his shit covered balls. It feels scolding hot as courses through his urethra to Ryan’ ecstatic cries, fuck, fuck, yes cunt take it, fucking take it pig, cunt, shit licker, feel my superior seed in your dirty boi hole”. He slows a little as he injects his seed into the pathetic object before him. He exhales a cloud of cigar smoke triumphantly as he feels the final squirts of cum drain into Paul’s guts.
For Ryan it was the perfect way to end a really shitty day. And he’s still got the weekend to look forward to, Paul’s Birthday and Ed coming over to get wasted. But that’s another story. If you’d like me to publish ‘Paul’s shitty Birthday’ where Paul sinks even lower, as a sequel to this one please email me at: [email protected] I like to hear constructive feedback, thoughts and ideas for future perverted and dirty stories. If you enjoyed it please rate the story.
