I made my way down to the Shit Shacks a few days after I had seen his stepmom. I had a buzz factor in me. A bullet train momentum. A type of energy when one is soaring at their heart's content.
There were a few men awaiting to enter the other 9 shacks as I approached. A big burly, beefy guy with a pleated black beard and a teenager kind of dweeb type dude with a lot of greasy spots and acne.
Yes, these correctional wastage facilities enabled a safe space. The men on ministry duty would be required pre-hand to attend on a stipulated date. All law-abiding citizens were to play their part in the process of curating a crime free society. This entailed that every differing type of man within each localised municipality was here on a collectivised basis. To help the greater good and act as workers towards the prosperity of the state. Agents would meet with a strict visit for any reason to refuse attendance. It was the only way to assure a continual return on the investment the ministry had excellently created.
The door to my ex shags shack was closed. I put my ear close but could hear nothing from inside. I wondered if he had been shat in multiple times yet? The threat of his situation dawned on me. But I had a wave of butterflies in my stomach. A horny bunch of them all floating around in a sexed up harmony. My dick lurched. I opened the door and gazed upon an unheard of sight.
“Oh my fucking God!!!”
My eyes nearly bursting from their sockets in reaction to the view befallen on me.
The dimmed light was brighter today, so one could see more clearly than usual. I walked over to him and peered into his asshole. It was at the brim, almost overflowing with shit. Stinking shit. The smell was overpowering.
“You know who it is, bud?”
A silence prevailed.
“I won’t ask you again?”
Still nothing.
I went close to his toilet box so I could see his face up close. Drags of shit and cum painted his lips. His eyes were hollow. He quickly realised who I was and snapped himself out of his nightmarish stupor.
“Get me out of here. Pleaseee. Pleaseee.” He begged.
“Waiting for me to come, were you?”
I sprinkled some water on his cheeks from my canteen in kindness. To perk him up a little.
“I guess you wouldn’t dare ask for such a thing like that to anybody else. It’s cus we know each other, huh? I gather you have been getting a full working out lately from a lot of men?”
His asshole, stretched to the hilt to the tune of a pregnant sow, ready to deliver, gargled. Like an ice cream sundae. Sticky liquid shit was ready to cascade down and out.
“You keep that in your dump hole or they will punish you. You tell me how the situation plays out. It’s my first time. I’m going to forget your question as there’s nothing I can do. So why bother even forming a response? You are stupid. This isn’t some Hollywood escapade where I can bust you out and life will be all dandelions and rainbows.”
I gave him a big glug of water. Something I could never offer. In fact, I could cause a serious infraction by just doing that. I had to be careful. There had been whispers of good men offering kindnesses to the detainees. It had not ended well for them. They had taken some in the night. Where to, I don’t know.
For me, it was such a hot situation. I got to shit inside of him and leave at my leisure. My dick was so hard. Seeing all that shit brimming like a pot of hot gravy from his upturned ass. It was electric sex running through me.
“Feed me the shit from the toilet bowl?”
“Oh, you mean your asshole!?”
"They make me call it that. That’s what its function is. The agents say. It isn’t an asshole anymore. It is a toilet. A fully functioning human toilet."
“Yes,” I replied,
“Which was once your asshole.”
“You must use the scooper to fish it out. Each man gets to shit in me and the next man has to feed it to me. Then shit in me again. That’s how it works.”
“Oh god! So every man gets a double whammy take of filling you up twice then.”
“Something like that.” He stammered.
“That’s real hot! But hell, you have a little boner thing going on. Are you horny as fuck?”
“I haven’t cum since I’ve been like this. It’s been two days. The most fucked up thing is my asshole is so stretched, and with so much shit inside, that it is constantly hitting my button. It’s literally raging up my dick and I can’t do anything about it.”
It was true; he was rock hard. What a brain mush of horniness he had become. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I got the scooper and got close to his hole.
“Listen, you fuck. I’m gonna let you off this time. The ministry has gone too far. I won’t make you eat it. But sure as hell, I’m still going to take a big shit inside your new toilet bowl! The next guy, whoever and whenever he comes, will see I have not adhered to the script. So I will be in major trouble. Do you hear?”
He nodded gladly at my kind offer. I scanned the shack but couldn’t at all find anywhere to dump the dump. The scooper was full of 3 large logs.
“The drain hole. In the corner. Under the matting, it’s where they throw the shit water after my cleaning.”
I saw where he meant. After I had got rid of the first logs, I went back to his engorged asshole. It was held tightly apart by some type of electronic contraption. It flickered green. I gathered that was to say all was well and good.
The diameter was about 10 centimetres wide. It truly was a makeshift human toilet made of a human asshole. I scrapped the last of the previous man’s shit out with the scooper, which erupted an all mightily moan from him.
His dick lurched. But I would not touch it. No way. If agents knew he had cum, they could place the blame on me. I had already gone too far. But still I was horny. I wanted to do my business now. It’s why I was here.
“I’m going to shit in your toilet bowl now!”
He writhed but said nothing. I removed my pants and climbed up onto the little metal framed seat that would allow me to take a fresh shit inside his asshole in comfort.
Yet, it was a real strainer. I sat there wondering why I had been so kind? Had a heart in me exposed the past to that we had shared? Damn, it wasn’t the emotion of ever being in love with him. Just one of knowing him brought a conscience into me.
My dick was still hard. I tugged on it as I felt the first of a very hard log break its way past my sphincter. It took its time. Some 30 seconds, but then ‘pop’ I felt it land smack-bang into the depths of his anus. Wow, he sure was a human toilet now, and I had more deposits to come.
Naturally, the next one came much more easily. I could feel it was more of a mushy texture. It slimed out of my ass and fed its way into his. He gasped, breathing heavily. He was like some sort of waste disposal unit at the dump where endless garbage would deposit in a big pit. Endless streams of waste going inside of it.
The final log petered out and eventually curled up at my pucker. As I lifted my ass off, I could see it was sticking out. Sitting a-top of the other logs which had made their way before it, nestled inside the confines of his abused and stretched hole. Wow, what a toilet! What had he become?
I didn’t know how many men had shit in him or fed him already, but it was making him crazily horny. To think it could make one so hard to cum from being shat into. The wonders of the human body and how it so often had a way to play tricks on our minds.
At that moment, I couldn’t help myself. I shot my load point blank all over the door to the shack. Endless streams of thick, creamy, orgasmic—cum painting the whole front side.
I had just shit in my ex-shags asshole. He had just received my shit into it. We were both horny. But only one of us got the happy ending.
I didn’t feel like saying anything more to him. I just wiped my ass with the toilet roll at the side of me and threw it at him. I pulled my trousers up and left. I heard a slight murmur or inaudible noise escape him. But I had done my task for the day. I would not hang around and become emotionally involved. Already I had done far too much I shouldn’t have.
Those sexed up butterflies had now turned to bats in my stomach. I felt an awful wave of anxious thought flurry around inside of me. It felt threatening as they swirled about in a deathly unison. Out to get me before I could escape.
It was then, though, that I saw the dweeby kid from before with the acne leave his shack just at the same time as me. He smiled and came over to me. I really wasn’t in the mood. I had shot my load and just wished to get away from where I was.
“Hey, hey.” He said in a candid, affable voice.
“Oh hi, ermmm you ok?”
“Fucking hell, I’m great. I’ve just done my bit for the ministry, ain’t I?”
“Oh yea. Of course. You are a good man.”
I quickly wanted to shake him off, but seemingly he wished for a more thorough chat. He appeared to be basking in his ego of self righteous, moral pride.
“I shit good in that one. It’s my fifth time down here. I absolutely love it and my pop says I’m doing great.”
"Was it a messy one?"
I said humorously, as to take the edge away from the whole serve the party with good grace situation.
“You bet! It was almost diarrhoea. But I’ve been perfecting it, and think a thicker, smellier sludge annoys them more than just pure shit water! He was some ex-pervo caught red-handed filmin up ladies' skirts n all. That’s why I couldn’t care less. They said this one was a real danger to society. So it felt real easy knowing I was making a real contribution to the cause of showing him who was boss. I think he felt worse knowing I was only an 18-year-old kid, and he was nearly 40 or something. Made his blood boil worse.”
“You get him, kid!”
I said and offered a high five. He declined and seemed slightly perturbed by my behaviour. Like something was off. Oh damn! Me and my stupidity. I thought he was the dweeb, but now the only one looking so was me.
“You alright, mister?”
“Yea sure am. I just had a great time myself. You never would have guessed what I just did …”
But as I was about to tell him, I could see two snarling agents facing over at us both. The door to my ex-shags shit shack was open, and they had been inside snooping around or something. My heart sank. Sank deeply to the depths of the Mariana trench. If you look into the abyss long enough, it stared back. As the quote goes.
“Look kid.” I said with a thick perspiration now covering my face.
“You carry on doing your thing. You are a testament to this space we call home.”
He frowned and stood still. And just like that, the agents began walking furiously in our direction. I ran. I ran faster than I had ever done so in my life …
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