The Blue Plastic Pool

After my backseat rendezvous with Daddy, I kept my word. My chastity cage stayed on, aside from necessary cleaning. I sent him the photo proof — morning, noon, and night. The insatiable hunger for depravity grew each day. The site of a non-obtrusive chastity cage gave the appearance that I no longer had a cock, just a worthless stump.

When I got turned on, I had to rub it like a clit. My mouth and ass became the primary vehicles by which I could offer physical pleasure to men. My hole and nipples, the only ways I could receive it. My attraction for women was still there, but it was increasingly eclipsed. All I wanted was Daddy’s cock in my ass.

Daddy and I talked about making a dirty movie. Before meeting him, I would have dismissed this as insane. Now, I didn’t care. I needed that backseat experience again. If that required making a movie, then so be it. When one has been in chastity for two weeks, you begin to think this way.

Daddy reassured me. “We will make the lights dim and shoot from angles so you will be hard to recognize.” He mentioned he would have another pig there to help him film. “If we’re all feeling it, he may jump in.”

The Saturday finally came. I packed a change of clothes and drove to his home. It was a well-kept bungalow in an up-and-coming part of town. When I arrived in front of his house, the knot in my stomach expanded to the size of a bowling ball. I finally decided it was time. I knocked on the door, to which he answered in shorts and a t-shirt as if I were coming to a house party

“Hey, great you could make it, come in! Another slave and I are hanging out under the cabana,” he said, leading me. “Want a drink to loosen up?” I took a simple vodka soda.

“You have a cool house,” I observed, politely. He looked at me, cocked his eye, then poured more vodka in my drink. “Thank you,” he replied, “That’s very gracious. Let’s cheers.” 

He raised his margarita glass to mine, “To second dates…”

“Indeed,” I said, smirking, sipping my drink, thinking about our first backseat encounter. He leaned in, and then without kissing me, tweaked my nipples hard. I instinctively moaned and leaned back against the kitchen counter, opening my legs to him. He opened the fly on my jeans, looked down. My shaved cock was in chastity, with pre-cum dripping from it.

“I shaved earlier for you. I promise I didn’t cum.”

“Hmmm, that’s a beautiful sight.” He took his index finger, made a J motion with it, and wiped the pre-cum dripping from my cage. I sucked it off his finger.

A naked male abruptly walked into the room carrying an empty pitcher. “Daddy, we’re all out of margaritas…“ — the naked slave saw me in my position, Daddy’s finger in my mouth — “Oh sorry, you need a second?”

The man looked familiar. He was the Suited Man, completely naked, save for a metal chastity cage. It was jarring seeing such a tan, naked masculine body outside of a locker room. I had never experienced it. Everything was so casual. I didn’t know what to do with my open zipper and cock cage, so I let it be.

“Oh, no worries,” Daddy assured him, “Perfect timing. This is the slave we’re auditioning for Shit Faggot.”

Daddy’s words were spoken so casually like he just used my birth name. I blushed heavily. But what did I expect? Then he turned to me, “This is Pukie. He’ll be helping us today.”

“Hey, how’s it going?” Pukie said casually. “Great,” I responded. I figured my new name was settled then.

“Typically, for weekend play”, Daddy said matter-of-factly, “slaves go with names that best describe them. Right now, I can’t think of anything better for you. Any ideas?” I froze. It was so demeaning but it was an accurate name.

“I…I can’t think of anything, honestly.”

Daddy told Pukie to grab a collar and leash from the playroom. The slave set the pitcher down and disappeared down the hallway. Daddy then leaned into me, “It’s going to be amazing. Drink the rest of your drink and have a popper.” Gulp. Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiif. Inhibitions gone.

“Now get naked for me.” My clothes dropped off. Pukie came back in, putting a collar with a leash on me from behind. The warm, fuzzy feeling I felt in Daddy’s backseat washed over me again. This was all feeling so natural. I could have been doing this my whole life. Every weekend. Every day, maybe. A naked Pukie making margaritas in a blender, with myself naked, leashed, and collared. Why not? Why did I wait so long for this?

“We’ll meet you out there. Make them strong, Pukie. Bring a pitcher of water as well.”

 Daddy led me on a leash outside to a cabana covering his patio. The high wooden fence around the yard offered some privacy, with the cabana providing additional discretion and shade. The gardens in the backyard were objectively beautiful, a residential Shangri-La. Daddy sprawled down on a deck chair, holding my leash.

“Worship my feet, piggy.” I had never kissed a man’s feet before. I sat down and perched myself up with one arm. I licked and sucked. The patio was warm against my pale bottom, like heated sauna tiles. 

Pukie came out shortly afterward, poured Daddy a margarita and a glass of water. He sucked and worship the other foot. “That’s right, my two piggies” Daddy said, after a relaxed sip from his perspiring midday glass. He handed a popper bottle down to us. We each took hits, like smoking a joint at a high-school party.

Daddy stood up, saying, “Let’s get a little wild.” He took Pukie, perching him on all fours in the deck chair. He positioned my face directly beside of his ass. 

“Lube my cock up, faggot,”  he ordered, working his cockhead into my mouth. I gagged on it a bit,  coating his cock with throat slime. “Now his hole.” I licked Pukie’s dark pink asslips, salivating all over them. Deeming the ass pussy sufficiently lubed, Daddy moved my head to the side. "Keep your mouth open, faggot, like a blowup doll."  

Daddy slid his cock straight into Pukie’s ass, making him whence in pain. “It should always hurt just a little bit for a faggot.”

Seeing the slow thrusting up close was mesmerizing, even if Pukie was in temporary discomfort. The cock went back in my mouth. I salivated on it heavily to help my fellow slave. Back into his asspusy.

Gradually, after enough salivation rounds, the slave’s whimpers turned into moans. The only sound on the cabana was the sound of Daddy’s balls slapping the slave’s taint, Pukie moaning, then my “glurg….glurg…glurg…glurg” to lube his cock.

Daddy kept fucking. When he pivoted his cock towards my mouth, I could see a brown smudge on the tip before my lips wrapped around it. “In dirty, out clean,” he observed.

He fucked Pukie again, who grimaced and became quiet. Daddy didn’t stop. Just the steady sound of Daddy’s balls smacking. The slave let out a long grunting moan. Daddy paused for a moment, keeping his cock shoved completely up the slave’s ass. 

The slave grunted again, pointing his ass downward, like a dog bashfully going to the bathroom in a front yard. Daddy recommenced pumping much harder this time, his hips making Pukie’s ass bounce. It was overwhelming for the slave. His toes were splayed out. He relentlessly grunted in pain, jutting his lower lip out.

Daddy slowly grinded his dick into him before removing it. Rather than stick his cock directly in my mouth, he paused, letting it linger. His cock was now thoroughly covered in shit, nearly all the way down to the base. “Clean it faggot.”

I dutifully sucked it off, looking up at him, tasting the bitter grittiness. I would take it out of my mouth, to inspect it, licking any parts I missed. All of it was done instinctively, without hesitation. Finally, it was clean enough, albeit with brown discoloration. Satisfied with my work, he gave Pukie a playful smack on the ass. “All right, my little degenerates, let’s have some margaritas and get wild.”

After the stiff drinks, we entered his playroom, which had soft, dim lighting, and was once a garage. I had seen it before in his movies. There was a large dark red velvet curtain that partitioned the room into two sides. Pukie briefly disappeared behind it.

Pukie pulled back the curtain, revealing a large ten-by-ten, empty blue plastic pool. There were two cameras on tripods pointing downward toward it. On a bench, another handheld camera, with some supplies, like bottled water, towels, and wipes. My eyes widened when I saw it. I quivered. This was a movie set. This was real. All of this was happening so quickly.

Vial at my nose. Sniiiiiiiiiiif. Sniiiiiiiif. “Okay, you two hop in. Shit Faggot get behind him and eat his ass.” We both sheepishly stepped into the pool, with him getting on all fours and me, behind him in the same position. There was a two-inch circle of brown around his hole from the rough shit-fucking. I kissed his swollen lips, causing him to moan, and lean back, enveloping my tongue in his man pussy. “Just enjoy it for a bit, I’ll start filming in a second.” 

Daddy narrated, as the cameras rolled, “So what we have here is something special. This pig here, the one eating ass, is a bonafide virgin. He basically landed on my doorstep, like a lost kitty. He has never been fed and never been fucked. Let me see that pussy hole.”

I could feel him spread my cheeks for the camera, and dryly probe my pink opening with his finger. “So tight. I’ve got a special meal I’ve been saving up for two days. After that, we’re going to wreck that hole. Sound good to you, Shit Faggot?” I nodded, briefly pausing my tongue-fucking.

Daddy handed me four marshmallows. “I want you to stick all of them in his ass with your tongue. Make some ass s’mores.” I sucked on the first marshmallow to lube it up. To get it past Pukie's sphincter, I dilated it with my finger, pushing the marshmallow with my tongue. Pukie moaned. Another one. With the third marshmallow, his ass let out a queef.

They were getting harder to push in now. I tongued the fourth in, then let my finger finish it, pushing all four deep inside him. “Ohhhhhh,” Pukie moaned. Another loud, wet fart directly in my face. “All right, faggot, keep tonguing that hole for a bit.” Another wet fart on my tongue. My body quivered nervously. 

Daddy ordered me onto my back and to prop myself upward with my arms. Pukie stood over me, his feet straddling my stomach, facing away from me. I could see his shitty hole, then he squatted down over me. I tried desperately to tongue it, but it was out of my reach. 

“Just keep your mouth open and get closer.”

I scooted closer to him along the pool floor. Another wet fart, which made me jump a bit. After a long grunt, two brown marshmallows anti-climatically plopped out onto my chest which made me look down. There was a moment of silence.

Then Pukie grunted again loudly, “Ugghhhhhhhhhhh.” An unending fountain of warm shit hit my forehead, covering my eyes and face. I wanted to wipe off my eyes but my arms were propping me up.

“Open your mouth! Open your mouth!”

I obeyed but was completely blind. Daddy’s hands tilted my head upward an inch.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh,” Pukie grunted again, instantaneously filling my mouth with warm, bitter shit. I panicked and gagged, pushing it out. I could feel it slide down to the middle of my chest.

“Keep it in your mouth, faggot!” With another long Pukie grunt, I opened wide and the shit surged into my mouth, filling it up, and then overflowed, piling up over my nose and face.

My nostrils flared, trying to take in air. I could hear my pulse raging in my ear. “There you go faggot, just relax. Keep it in your mouth.” I slowed my breathing, with limited air. The shit had a faint sugary taste from the marshmallows. Pukie grunted several more times, causing the pile to grow before some of it fell off into the pool. The large pile on my face felt warm and enormous.

“All right, clean him off a bit.”

I sensed movement in the plastic pool then someone’s feet on both sides of me, facing my shoulders. I was relieved, patiently waiting for them to piss on me so I could open my eyes again and breathe better. I had never been pissed on before, but at this point, I didn't mind.

I heard Pukie retch.

Oh Pukie, no! A firehose of thick vomit hit my face. When it completely dawned on me what just happened, my body heaved. But I kept the shit in my mouth. “Beautiful,” Daddy exclaimed, “No going back now. One more time.” The was more retching and gagging. Another blast from the warm firehose. My body was covered. Silence.

“Pukie, you film. Time to break this piggy in.”

I could hear footsteps in the pool. Daddy wiped off my eyes then tilted my head straight upward. I opened them, which revealed a vomit-covered shitpile extending out of my full mouth, and covering much of my lower face. 

Daddy took the baseball-size blob of shit from off my chest and slapped my cheek with it. He spackled as much shit as possible into my mouth with his hands, making my cheeks bulge. “Look at all the pre-cum coming out of you. You love being a shit faggot, don’t you?”

I tried to say, “Yes, Daddy.” But the shit muffled my words beyond comprehension. “What’s that faggot? You said, oink, oink?” I laughed, trying to say it again, but mumbles came out. “Aww, you can’t talk with your mouth full. Why don’t you just oink and grunt for me.” He tweaked my nipples, and I playfully grunted. “Just a happy pig in shit,” Daddy observed. 

I nodded excitedly in exaggerated up-and-down motions, grunting away. 

He scooped vomit off my chest, shoving it into my mouth. It made me wretch. But I wanted to do anything to please him.

“Now let’s give you a little appetizer before the main course.” Daddy straddled my face, pointing his cock straight down like a jackhammer. He drove his cock into my bulging shit mouth. Immediately, I felt the shit build-up against the back of my throat. His cock slid further. I had no choice now. The cockhead pushed a large pile of shit down my throat.

He faced fucked me a bit, which made slurping noises in the shit in my mouth, as if he were fucking a mud hole. 

“All right, piggy, enough playtime. I have a thick one. You’re going to eat every bite.”

This was it. I had waited so long for this. I eagerly rose to my knees. He bent over in front of my face, spreading his cheeks. His asshole hissed, letting go with a fart. I perched my lips near his hole in an o-shape. 

The tip of a dense log slowly emerged from his ass. I immediately flicked my tongue on it, trying to coax it out. He grunted again, sliding it out further. I wrapped my lips around it, like a thick, bitter brown dildo, with the girth of a cardboard toilet paper tube. I felt so disgusting, worthless and submissive. I was in ecstasy. 

“Look at the camera faggot when it hits your lips. Show the world you’re another man's toilet.” I obeyed. Looking at Pukie holding the camera, a foot away. With each grunt, the bitter log crept further in my mouth. I kept the tip in my mouth, but I needed one hand to support it as it grew in length.

With each grunt, it inched further out. Eventually, I had two hands supporting it, end to end, to keep it intact. It was around 9 inches, with darker shit towards the top. Daddy’s asshole finally pinched it off, and he turned around. I looked up at him, holding his generous gift. His stare was searing. A popper vial at my nose. Sniiiiiiiffffff. Sniiiiiiiif.

My system went haywire. I may have cum in my cage, but I’m not sure. I slowly bit down.  The shit was pungent and dense, like thick fudge. I separated the first chunk from the rest with my teeth and lips. I chewed, swallowed, then inched upward on it. 8 inches left. A true shit pig now. My manhood was gone. I didn't miss it.

The camera light was in my eyes. Pukie was rubbing his caged cock. I bit again, chewed, swallowed, and showed my empty brown mouth to the camera lens. 7 inches. I didn't care if the world saw my face. 

And another bite. Chew, this time slower. Swallow. Now, 6 inches. I retched.

Daddy then broke off a piece, put it on his fingers, then slid it into my mouth. I clung to the remainder of his warm log delicately in my hands, like a new fragile birthday gift. His eyes stared directly at me, not blinking and his black pupils emitting radioactive coronas into the greens of his eyes.

His fingers shoved it down my throat. I gulped. 5 inches left. I opened my mouth, showing my brown tongue again as proof.

“Get the dog bowl, I'll bust his cherry while he eats the rest of it.” Pukie returned with a large silver bowl, and I obediently dropped the remainder of the shit into it. He set the bowl at the edge of the pool and I got on all fours, continuing to eat.

“All right, Shit Faggot,” Daddy said, stepping into the pool, “You’re not leaving this pool until that bowl is empty.” I could feel him get on his knees behind me. “You ready for me to take that cherry?” I kept my face in the bowl, my words muffled from a mouthful of shit, “Yaagh, Dadde.”

He took a pile of Pukie’s shit and vomit from the pool floor and fingered it into me. I knew from watching Pukie get ravaged earlier, Daddy didn’t start slow with his faggots. I braced myself. Daddy’s cockhead pushed into me, paused momentarily, then thrust deeply. It felt like I was being ripped open by a crowbar. The pain was immense.

I tried to lean forward to escape it but where would I go? Further into the shit bowl? “Ohhhhhh, please, please, please, I need it slow,” I panicked, lifting my head from the bowl. “Keep eating, faggot, and I’ll take it slow.” I obeyed out of necessity, taking another bite of his thick pungent fudge, wanting the burning in my ass to stop.

He slowly pumped for several minutes, periodically taking breaks, to scoop up new shit and shove it into me. “Fuck, your hole is tight,” he said. Pukie was still massaging his caged cock, while holding the camera.

“I’ve seen some crazy shit in my time, faggot, but this tops it,” Daddy said, pumping away, “You have a mouthful of my shit, don’t you? Let me see.” I turned my face to the side, so he could see my full mouth. He hunched over my back in a true doggy style position, grabbing my throat with one hand and sticking his fingers in my mouth with the other. His weight was heavy on top of me. He grunted in my ear, “You love it how I own both of your holes, faggot?”

“Yaah,” I panted with my mouth full. “I’m gonna cum in your ass,” he snarled, “and when I do, I’m gonna shove that shit right down your throat. And any time you’re fucked again, it will be shit PTSD, thinking about this.”

I nodded, trying to look at him fucking me. His thrusts became slower and more methodical, focusing on stimulating his cockhead in my ass.

“Ohh, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” he growled over me, he clenched my throat. “Here it comes, here it comes.” His hand bulldozed the shit to the back of my throat. There was so much of it. “Take it faggot, take it faggot.” I felt the first squirt in my ass. I moaned uncontrollably around his thick masculine hand. The cum hitting my insides was electric.

“Don’t choke, swallow .” Another squirt in my ass. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his hand so he could see me swallow voluntarily. I kept my eyes open looking at him, gulping it all down my throat. “ Uggggggggh, faggot, uuggggggggh.” His cock squirted in my ass again and again. My hole wanted to swallow it all, as eagerly as my throat had sucked down his shit.

He slowed his thrusting to a still, both of us breathing heavily, him through his mouth, me through my nose due to my closed, brown lips. There was silence when we looked at each other. He was exhausted and panting. He was taken back by the insanity of it, as was I. “What a wild fuck,” he said dazed. I grinned at him, then bit my lip, and motioned back to my unfinished bowl like a puppy.

“Good toilet.” He slapped my ass playfully. He slowly stood up.

 “That hole is so tight. Pukie, you've been in that cage for a month. I want you to cum in him.” The orgasm made Daddy feel benevolent. I felt proud having done that to him, wanting him to share my tight hole.

Daddy removed Pukie’s cage and lightly slapped his cock, which went erect instantly. He stepped into the pool. My face was buried in the bowl, but I perked my ass up so Pukie had easier access to my ass pussy. He scooped up some shit and lubed me up, then humped slowly. 

But the excitement of finally orgasming overtook him.

He thrust frantically, breathing heavily. “I’m gonna fill that hole up. Take it. Take it.” I bumped my ass against his cock because I wanted him to release inside me, for my ass to give him some long-deserved pleasure.

“Mmmmmph…..Mmmmmmmmph…Mmmmmmmmmmmph,” Pukie moaned, before dumping a huge load of cum in my ass — objectively, bigger than Daddy’s load. Five or six squirts that I could feel.

He slowed to a rest on my back, while continuing to lightly thrust, his cock slowly going limp inside me. “You two faggots are just adorable. Can’t even go a minute now. Come on, don’t just use Shit Faggot as a pocket pussy. Make him feel loved.” Pukie tweaked my nipples as I chewed quietly, my face still in the bowl.

Daddy slapped Pukie’s blue balls from behind. “I bet you’ve got more cum in you. If not, it’s back in the cage.” Daddy walked over to my dog bowl then pissed in it a bit. He stepped into the pool and knelt behind Pukie.

“All right Pukie, you stay right there and be useful. I need to unload some margaritas.” Daddy slapped Pukie’s hole with his cock, then put it in. Initially, Pukie whimpered at the pain. Then Pukie began one, long continual moan, that started softly but grew louder. Daddy grasped Pukie's hips tightly, keeping him stationary for thirty seconds. I could feel Pukie’s cock twitched and hardened again inside of me.

When Daddy was through using Pukie’s ass as a urinal, he thrust slowly. Pukie’s hole relaxed, letting some piss dribble out, running down Daddy’s balls. The thrusting became faster and relentless, making the unmistakable sounds of piss-fucking. Daddy’s pelvis smacked Pukie’s wet ass. More piss gurgled out of his sloppy hole, splashing on the pool floor.

Pukie was overwhelmed, unable to move. He was being fucked so hard, his brain and muscles stopped communicating: he could only moan. Wanting to help him out, I nudged myself backward, nestling my buttcheeks up against his pelvis. Then I bumped my ass on his dick, stroking him with my ass pussy. It was too much for him

“Eahh…eahh.” — Pukie made the sounds of a woman being fucked — “Eehh….Eehh…Oh God!…Eehhhhhhhhh!” His cock erupted with several shots, which I felt high up in my insides. I bumped and bumped on him, wanting to collect as much cum as I could.

Pukie was done, almost immediately going soft inside of me. But Daddy wasn’t. Daddy fucked him like a jackhammer, entertained by Pukie’s womanly yelps and pleas for mercy.

“Please Daddy…eah… please….eahh…eehh…my hole…eehh…ehhh..it’s too much.”

Feeling mischievous, I nudged further back, pinning Pukie against Daddy’s thrusts, making sure his ass received no reprieve and could not escape. Daddy grunted and moaned.

Pukie sounded more and more like a woman, shrieking like a bitch in a high voice. Daddy grabbed Pukie firmly on the hips, grunted, and dumped his seed into him. The injection of cum snapped Pukie back to his senses, as it would with any faggot. He moaned with each squirt, then softly whimpered on top of me as Daddy slowed his thrusting to a halt.

Daddy slid out of Pukie’s ass, dick-slapping his abused hole a few times, then standing up. “Pretty fucking wild.”

Pukie slowly slid out next, like he was getting out of an airplane aisle. He stood up, then came over and tapped me on the head. I looked up from my bowl. He smirked, then squatted over it, dumping a brown piss-creampie into my bowl. I licked it up, swallowing it.

“Let’s get the after shot of Shit Faggot’s pussy,” Daddy said, “Hold your cheeks open.” I obliged. My hole was still dilated. Even with my hole covered in brown smears and cum, it was obviously no longer a pink virgin hole, but swollen and reddish. The beginnings of raised asslips were already visible.

“Not a virgin anymore,” Daddy said, now holding a camera, zooming in, “Now squeeze that cum out.” Pukie cupped his hands together under my whole. I squeezed several times before farting a steady flow of brown cum, that collected in his palms.

Pukie bent down in front of me with his cupped palms. My lips slurped up all the contents, swallowing gratefully. “Yeah, there’s nothing straight about you anymore, faggot,” Daddy accurately observed.

The half-dazed Master and slave now looked at the scene’s aftermath, with me in the pool, on all fours, contently grazing in my bowl. Both took a bottle of water. Fucking wild, indeed.

“All right, Shit Faggot, we’re going to shower. Eat everything in your bowl. If you get done before we get back, pile up all that other shit in the pool and put your face in it. Then wait for us. I’m keeping the camera running, so I’ll know,” Daddy said, smacking Pukie’s ass, like a coach. “All right, let’s get cleaned up.”

The two made their way to the playroom door then left, shutting it behind them. My stomach swirled and gurgled from their shit and cum.

I continued to eat in the silent playroom, not really needing poppers as much. My mind wandered. How many other pig faggots had been in this pool before doing the same thing? Having their elastic limits snapped or stretched so much, there was no returning to normality. Perhaps poppers got them over the hump, but once broken-in, they did whatever Daddy wanted. Even if those faggots weren’t still with Daddy, they were out there somewhere, eagerly searching for another master to shit right in their quivering mouths. I knew that much

As I ate, I thought of them out there, all those hungry toilet faggots, with that itch to scratch, that no one could understand except for the real man sitting over them in a rimseat. It made me think of how difficult it was to find Daddy, and now that I had, I didn’t want to lose my place on the farm.

I had to devour my meal before they returned. I was almost there. I took another large bite, then paused. For the first time, I became used to the taste — thinking I could do this regularly — and wondering how I could base my real identity around this lifestyle. No more women. Just a full-time toilet faggot.

I gratefully swallowed it into my gurgling stomach, thinking how lucky I was to be there, in that moment.