Thu 23 Aug 2007
Preggo slut make and then smear her own shitting!
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Finally, Jennifer was empty. I could see the relief rush across Lisa’s face, to quickly be replaced by fear again. I unhooked her hose and reattached it to Jennifer’s anal plug. Lisa tried to struggle but Taylor was holding her upright and the bondage was far too stiff to allow much escape. I turned the knob on the enema plug and watched as Jennifer’s enema water ran down the tube as well. She was screaming as she watched the brownish liquid run toward her mouth, knowing it would soon be swirling around her tongue and in her stomach. I spent the time ignoring her, making it less than an event, while examining Jennifer’s bound body. The posture collar held her neck completely rigid and the three layers of rubber hood and straps kept the blow up gag and eye pads in place. I set my hands at her new waist, amazed at the small measurement. Her youth made this a perfect time for corset training. Though it would be necessary to keep her in some form of corset for the rest of her life, her body was actually changing, reorienting itself to accommodate the constriction. In no time she would be permanently altered. Her breasts, despite their constriction beneath the rubber, really stood out in their splendor. I looked forward to having some fun with her before the sale.
I turned back to watch the last of the liquid run out of Jennifer. Lisa was crying as I watched her throat reluctantly swallow the final drops of what was most likely a horrible substance. Once I was sure she was finished, I replaced the feeding gag with two rubber wedges at the back of her teeth, holding her mouth open as wide as possible. I think she could tell it wasn’t over, but I don’t think she really knew. I attached a chain to either side of her collar and to the floor, removing any chance of her moving. I snapped my fingers for Taylor to standup. I whispered in her ear and she quickly backed up to Lisa’s bound form and squatted. I could really hear Lisa wail now as Taylor began pressing her ass against her mouth. It was a sight to be seen. A tall blonde slave girl with long shapely legs, rings piercing her body, teetering on ballet boots, squatting over the mouth of another slave. I couldn’t quite see what was happening, but from Lisa’s sounds and expression, I would guess that Taylor had relieved herself well. A mixture of piss and shit filled Lisa’s mouth as Taylor stood up again. I don’t think Lisa knew what to do. But eventually, as I petted Taylor on her knees again and watched, she knew there wasn’t anything she could do. Her tongue swirled the feces and urine around and I watched it slide down her throat.
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Sun 12 Aug 2007
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“You like the smell of my shit, boy? Good. Then put your tongue out and give my hole a nice big lick with it,” I said, jutting my ass upwards a bit off the chair.
He lapped my ass crack several times and I knew he was running his tongue over the turd end that was sticking out a bit. “Show me that fucking tongue of yours, boy”. He opened his mouth and showed me his now brown tongue. There was my hot brown shit smeared on his young pink tongue. I could have shot my load right then, but I wasn’t nearly done with this little faggot.
“You like the taste too, fag? You like having my hot shit on your tongue?”, I panted, totally turned on.
“Yes, Sir,” he answered.
“You see what’s sticking out of my shit hole, boy? Tell me what you see there”, I said.
“Your turd, Sir,” he answered, licking his lips and pulling on his cock.
This kid was really into this scene. “That’s right, faggot, that’s my fucking hot man shit. That’s one of my beautiful turds, boy, I saved it up just for you. Now show me what a hot little fucker you are. Put your lips around the end of that turd and suck on it. Suck on it real good.”
The kid’s mouth was on my hole in a flash, tonguing and sucking at that turd. “Yeah, faggot, you’re doing so good on that I’m going to give you some more.” I began pushing the whole turd out into the kid’s eager mouth. “Just take it, kid, take that big long turd in your mouth. Just let me take a crap right in your fucking mouth, boy.” I put my hand on the back of his head to make sure he took the whole log of shit.
When I’d finished pumping that log into his mouth I pulled his head up. The end of a nice firm log was sticking out between his full, shit smeared lips. He looked so fucking gorgeous with my shit hanging out of his mouth. He had a hot, crazed look on his face and his cock was bobbing all over the place. The next step was too much to pass up now.
“You’re going to eat that turd for me now, aren’t you, boy? Come on. Show me how much you love my shit, fag, eat it.” I took him over to the couch and sat him down next to me. I could tell by the look on his face he was in trouble. He hadn’t thought this far yet. But I’ve turned enough guys into shiteaters to know all it takes is the right amount of coaxing and patience to get them hooked on eating my shit for me. If you can get them to eat your shit the first time, they’ll be back again and again. I was determined at this point that Sean was going to become one of my hot little shit eaters. I wanted to feed this boy on a regular basis.
I pulled the turd out of his mouth with my hand and jammed a bottle of poppers under his nose. “Just relax, kid, we’ll take it nice and slow. My shit is going to become your food now, boy. You’re going to fucking love eating my shit for me. Its the best shit in town and you’ll be eating it all. You’re one lucky little queer boy, getting fed shit at your age. Most guys don’t get it until they’re my age. You’ll have so many men wanting to feed you shit they’ll have to take a number.”.
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Fri 10 Aug 2007
Peter moved his right foot closer to my face, and raised it slightly. The smell hit me instantly, and I realized with a sick feeling in my stomach that it was full of dog shit. Most people might curse and swear upon discovering that they’d stepped in a pile of dog waste, but I knew immediately that Peter had gone out of his way to ensure that his foot landed firmly in the stinking pile. I’m sure his cock had felt a jolt of pleasure as he ground his shoe into the shit, knowing that I would soon find myself on my face at his feet. I glanced up at his face and caught sight of his evil smile. As much as I need to be at such a place of complete degradation, it is never easy for me to be there. It’s the most incredible paradox - to be so fulfilled yet so completely revolted at the same time.
Peter moved the tip of his shoe about an inch from my mouth. I stared at the mushy brown smeared across the rubber of his sneaker, and gagged at the smell. Peter’s soft laughter caused my cock to jerk in my jeans.
I heard him say quietly but firmly, “Lick my shoe, you filthy bitch,” and chuckle softly again.
I reached my mouth towards the stinking dog shit, trying to touch it lightly with my tongue. Peter pushed his foot forward, mashing it into my teeth. I felt the sick brown waste being smeared over my lips and forced into my mouth. I dared not pull away - I feared the consequences of such an action would be far more torturous than what I was experiencing at that moment. Instead, through the gagging and churning of my stomach, I sucked at Peter’s shoe, lapping the smeared shit onto my tongue and forcing it down my throat. I could hear Peter stroking at his cock as I continued obeying his command, licking at the grips on the bottom of his sneaker to lap up all of the shit caught there. The sound of his breathing was heavy and his body began to shake. I felt completely humiliated, and the taste in my mouth was absolutely revolting. But the intensity of the pleasure pulsing through my cock was so incredible that I came in my pants without touching myself, and at that exact second, I felt Peter’s cum landing on the back of my head and neck.
We went our separate ways, but I knew that we’d both discovered something - something we could feel but that couldn’t be described in words. I knew beyond a doubt that we would search for each other again at the place where dark souls meet.
It was only a few days later when I saw him next. I immediately dropped to my knees and fell on my face before him, kissing his feet. I was thankful that there was no sign of dog shit on his shoes this time, although I’m certain the thought crossed both of our minds that it wouldn’t have mattered if there was - I would still have been at my rightful place before him.
Peter soon tired of my worship, and grabbing onto my hair, pulled me to my feet. We went walking together again, only this time, he brought me into a seedy area of town, and led me into a bookstore with a video arcade. The place was dimly lit and smelled to old body odour. There were perhaps ten different men there - and they reminded me very much of those who gather at the place where dark souls meet. They were there to satisfy a hunger - there was an intensity on each one of their faces. There were older men and younger - some out of shape, and others surprisingly fit and good looking. And without exception, each man in the place was clearly drawn toward Peter from the moment they laid eyes on him. I felt a tinge of pride, as it was undoubtedly obvious to all that Peter and I were there as man and slave - and I’m certain that each of the men present would have gladly taken my place if given the opportunity.
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