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.
Cowed, Paul actively sucks in the shitty slime from Ryan's arse 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.
In a frenzy of submission, Paul slurps and sucks Ryan’s arse hole, making his tongue into a point to drive it into the dirty ring making sure he removes all of his Master’s residual shit. The shit mixes into a toxic soup in his mouth that he swallows down then dives back for more. Now he is revelling in the utter degradation of cleaning a shitty arse, tasting another man’s shit for the first time. He is panting and wanking his dripping cock frantically. After a few minutes of this torture, he can feel his balls churning, as his brain is still yelling at him this is wrong, this is gross and taboo. A film of shit on his nose, lips and face, he is lost in lust he must do this; he is utterly driven to worship his Master’s dirty stinking shit chute. Ryan goads him the whole time with an endless stream of verbal abuse, as he enjoys feeling Paul’s tongue wriggle in his tight hole. He reminds him what a pathetic low life worm he is. Why he deserves to be on his knees slurping shit out of a real man’s shitter. Why he is a nasty little fart sniffer. It fuels Paul’s lust and finally his cock erupts as a huge orgasm sweeps over him. Spurt after spurt of long pent up cum spews forth his whole-body shakes and he gasps for breath.
As Paul come down from his climax, he sits back surveying Ryan’s anus, only small smears of shit remain. He is panting hard with the effort and emotion. Looking up he sees Ryan turn, his hard dripping cock in his hand, a sneer of utter contempt on his face. Ryan looks at Paul’s shitty features and enjoys the trill at what he’s made him do. Instinctively he gobs on Paul adding to the mess on his face The idea of what he’s going to make the poor wretch do next tips him over the edge too. He feels his cock swell in his hand, a rising tide of spunk is shooting from his throbbing cock, coating Paul’s filthy features further. “Yes, cunt, yes you are the lowest fucking piece of filth, wear my man cum cunt. What do you say cunt?” He’s shaking his cock dribbling the last of his sperm on Paul’s face. Paul stammers, “thank you Master, I am a low life pig, thank you for letting me clean your shitty arse and wear your superior spunk”.
There’s no emotion in Paul’s voice as he thanks Ryan, he does it because he knows that what is expected, what he should say to please Ryan. Post orgasm he’s already utterly ashamed and disgusted at what he’s just done. Why would he let Ryan make him do it? Why would anyone perform such a nasty act? Why did it initially turn him on. Waves of shame and self-loathing wash over him.
Ryan, stepping back, looks from Paul to the stinking pile of shit on the floor, now coated in a thick topping of Paul’s cum. Looking back at Paul the look of utter contempt is back on his face. He can read Paul’s mind; he’s always been able to get into Paul’s head. His expression turns to a smug grin, “you fucking hate yourself now don’t you Paul?” Paul knows it’s rhetorical but is nodding all same, agreeing, he does hate himself more than he hates Ryan for making him do it. Ryan goes on, “yeah, well you should, you fucking disgust me, anyone so fucking low deserves what they get, deserves to be punished for being so fucking low.” It’s like he’s angry at Paul. “How should I punish you Paul, how should I punish someone for being so low?” It was the first time today he had used Paul’s actual name; it is a reminder that it is Paul who has performed this gross act, not some third person called ‘Pig’, it’s him, Paul.
Paul just looks down, his eyes scanning the evidence on the floor, he shakes his head slowly.
Ryan pushes on, “Don’t know, cunt? Can’t you think of a suitable punishment for a low life fucking arse licker?” Dumb, Paul looks up at him hoping for some form of mercy - there’s no mercy.
Ryan steps back, “I can think of a punishment Paul, an appropriate punishment for an arse licker. Do you want to hear it? Do you want to hear what the punishment is for wanking off as you lick out a dirty shit chute, getting hard sniffing man farts?” An almost inaudible “please” from Paul. It’s actually a plea for mercy but Ryan deliberately takes it other way, “Ok, I’ll tell you what you are going to do, and you will do it won’t you pig, because you know you fucking deserve it don’t you?” Paul nods feeling angry with himself, he does deserve to be punished. He looks straight at Ryan waiting to hear what he must do, what his act of contrition will be. Wide eyed he watches Ryan.
A grin passes over Ryan’s cute face as he points to the pile of cooling shit. “You eat it, you eat my fucking shit and your nasty sissy faggot cum off the floor like the fucking low life worm you are. That’s what you will do cunt.” He pauses as another thought crosses his mind, “only that’s not enough for a cunt like you, is it?” Paul’s eye grow even wider, how much worse could he make it? “No, here’s what you will do. You will squat over my waste and add your own inferior shit and THEN you will eat all of it, every fucking bit of filth. A real man’s shit and a total loser’s shit. Fuck, you can do a taste test.” He laughs, he loves the innocent looking, frightened face staring back as him trying to process the idea of actually consuming a tonne of shit.
“Best get too it cunt. I’m on a short deadline.” Suddenly he picks up the discarded pipe and lighter. He puts in his own mouth and relights it, puffing the thing into life, “fuck this is gross,” he mumbles round the stem, before turning the pipe to Paul, pushing it into his mouth. “Here, get some more nicotine it will help you shit. Now, smoke and shit pig. Make it quick.” As an afterthought he adds, “fuck that tobacco’s nasty, need to get you some more of that.”
Paul stiffy stands and turns, the pipe hanging from his mouth, clouds of foul pungent smoke shooting from nose and mouth and reluctantly lowers himself until he squatting over the disgusting pile of filth. With difficulty he balances himself and concentrates on the task of taking a dump in front of Ryan. The nicotine floods his system and but it’s still difficult. He tightens his abs and relaxes his ring. Gradually the head of a large log opens his ring. They can hear it crackle as it slowly starts to slide from the confines of Paul’s gut. The smell mixes with the smoke and stench that already permeates the room. Paul’s face strains as he pushes harder and the whole log coils down in a rapid movement. Peering between his legs he can just see it resting on top of Ryan’s waste. Different in colour but just as wet and slimy, still gross. More smaller turds emerge to a grunt from Paul and finally a few small, soft, wetter lumps of shit flop down on top of the now substantial pile of shit between his feet. He looks at Ryan, “done Sir,” he mumbles round the pipe.
Ryan grins at him as he stands, “I need to get showered but don’t want to miss your punishment Pig.” He holds up his phone, “So we’ll record this, you will kneel there and eat, and thank me for my waste, tell me why you deserve this, what a worthless turd you are, and of course you’ll need to finish that your pipe as you do it. Got that fucktard?” Paul with rising fear just nods as Ryan positions his phone and hits the red record button. “Oh, and make sure you chew every mouthful, I want you to fuckin’ savour your punishment,” Ryan ads as he heads for his shower in his ensuite.
Paul kneels in front of the rancid pile of filth looking from it to the phone recording his every move. Post orgasm he feels nothing but utter revulsion at the idea of actually eating it, which is exactly what Ryan wants! He knows how much Paul beats himself up once his lust is sated. Ryan plays on it for his amusement, Paul’s suffering is his pleasure; often he forces Paul to wank off before he does sick, fucked up things. Things, that before he’s cum, can turn Paul on. But once he’s emptied his balls the sick games become a humiliating torment.
A wave of emotion wells up in Paul, a small sob comes from the pathetic form. He asks himself why he doesn’t stand up for himself, why does he allow Ryan to do whatever he likes to him? Ryan has, of course, told him often it’s because he is weak, a wimp an excuse for a human being. That he actually gets off on being controlled, used and abused. But right now, Paul is not getting off, he’s fighting not to puke. Miserably he bends down and sniffs the stinking waste. Taking long hard sniffs. Then looking directly into the phone, a tear slowly rolls down his cheek as he speaks, “Thank you Master for punishing this worthless cunt. Thank you for allowing me the honour of worshipping your superior shit. Smelling it, tasting it Sir.”
The mantra playing in Paul’s head; ‘you fucking deserve this’; ‘you must suffer for being such a sick fucker’. He now scoots back so he is laid down and has his head directly over the huge pile of waste. Another sniff and then, mind racing, he opens his mouth and tentatively sucks and pulls some of his own soft wet shit into his mouth. He gags, he can barely close his mouth around it. Every fibre of his body is telling him this is wrong. He fights it and closes his mouth, feeling the shit cover his tongue, spreading over his teeth. He gasps and opens his mouth for the camera and chews. The taste is not as strong as he would have expected. It’s more the smell and texture that make him gag. It has a deep nutty, earthy taste. He chews more showing it to the camera and with a huge effort forces himself to swallow. His mouth is still coated in the vile paste. Looking down he’s barely made any difference to the pile of filth. Pushing his revulsion aside he opens his mouth wider and takes a big mouthful of shit. It’s thicker, denser than the first one. It fills his mouth making his cheeks bulge. As another tear rolls down his face and he chews frantically, angrily. Nasty slurping noises come from him and he works the thick paste round his mouth. When he’s turned it into a toxic soup, he forces it down his throat. Looking back at the camera he continues to verbally debase himself, “Thank you for my punishment, Master, I am a disgusting pig, I must be punished like a pig, I deserve to suffer for being such a pathetic low life cunt. Punish me Master please.” And, as if to really punish himself, he pushes his face down into the pile hard. Soft shit coating his whole lower face. Opening his mouth wide now he rubs his face in the filth scooping up another huge mouthful and chewing it angrily for the camera.
Paul works himself into a frenzy forcing his face into the mess over and over again. Chewing each one, absorbing the revolting flavour, feeling the vile texture coat his mouth over and over. He only stops to relight his pipe and smoke between mouthfuls. It takes 20 minutes to work his way through the whole pile. Every mouthful a Herculean effort to chew and swallow. He’s almost sobbing as he rubs his face around in the residual piss and shit. Literarily lapping up the last bits. Returning Ryan finds him, slurping feverishly, smoking and belching evil stinking burps.
Freshly showed Ryan is a contrast to the disgusting pig he sees before him. He can’t resist placing his foot on the back of Paul’s head and pushing him down harder into the last bits of wet slimy filth still floating in his piss. Paul finally stops moving laying there defeated, breathing hard. Ryan removes his foot and Paul takes that as permission to get up, panting and sobbing gently, he kneels hoping that this is over. But, Ryan has further plans for Paul’s debasement today. If he’s going to have a shitty day, he’s going to make Paul’s is much shitter; because he can, because he likes doing it, because he’s fucking twisted.
