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From: slick@bonk.io.org (Slick)
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Subject: The Communion (M/M, ws, scat)
Date: 26 Aug 1995 07:05:35 GMT
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT 
FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 
18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING 
ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND 
ACTIVITIES.



                      THE COMMUNION: Complete Devotion
                                  by Spermbank

   MY MASTER HAD let me have a fair share of liquor and beer but I hadn't 
really been allowed to eat.  I was really hungry, a real hungry dog, bathing 
my master's crotch with my relishing tongue.  Down I was, down on the floor 
between my master's boots and legs, servicing under the covering table the 
inside of his thighs, his scrotum and...       
   ... although he kicked my ribs so I fell on my back every now and then, I 
was ordered to fasten my mouth around his tumescent cock all of a sudden.  
My beating heart told me what was going to happen, yes, my heart leapt in 
anticipation!  Once again this supper for him -- once again this draught 
beverage for me.  He spread his legs further, for me to nestle closer to 
that cock, to take it all in its half-hard condition into my yearning 
mouth.  And with a moaning he let go and sent that hard-hitting, 
hard-jetting piss into me.  It almost knocked my head off with its force and 
I swallowed and swallowed, like I have done so many times before, that hot 
piss, that spicy first load of it.  God, so heavenly, so rich in taste, so 
much...
   It all told me my place: on my knees, between his booted legs, his prick 
in my mouth and his never-ending piss-stream forcing me down, down -- a piss 
slave, a urinal piece of flesh, feeling the increase of my degradation, gulp
by gulp.
   Ah, once more I was sent sliding down into that reddish darkness, down, 
down into that luring, fascinating abyss of total subservience, total 
submission, total surrender... And once more I wondered and wished: will he 
give me that final knock, demolish the last of what is left to conquer me?
   He would.
   After a while he ordered me flat on my back, planted his feet at my ears, 
and while he lowered himself slowly, slowly... I saw his eyes, my hungry eyes
met his determined look.
   My brown fate would meet me on this kitchen-floor, unsteady candle-light 
dancing around the walls.  The moment of grandeur was closing in, my final 
destiny descending with his genitals, his broad-cheeked ass-cheeks of ass 
that spread the closer they got to me.  And -- there was a halt, before they 
reached my face.  I saw in his eyes what was coming, and closed my eyes.  
Immediately another stream of piss hit my face, my hair -- my master wanted 
his Spermbank of a dog, his dog of a Spermbank, to be conquered with glistening face.  
Aaah, it splashed up my nostrils, it polished my teeth, and my hair got 
soaking wet.  And I felt the final drops on my chin.
   He dried the piss off my eyes to make me see again.  While looking into 
his eyes my eager mouth sucked his prick as dry as possible of what was left 
of the golden shower. 
   He withdrew his cock and inched forwards, cupping his genitals in his 
hands in order to maintain our eyes' contact.  
   I opened my mouth, let go of the last remains of myself and was bound to 
enter my hellish heaven, give myself in and surrender by means of the 
ultimate deed -- my whole being screamed in silence as his hole opened.  My 
annihilation had begun.  My tongue licked my pissy lips -- that crotch 
covering my face, covering my existence... the seventh seal began to break.
   Panting, I saw the first signs of his dooming deliverance (our bodies and 
desires were going to find the ultimate connection).  I quickly looked into 
his eyes, which piercingly announced the beginning of my conquest.
   And that smell...
   ... and that turd, growing bigger and bigger, out of his ass... Directly 
into my open mouth.  I sighed, closing my eyes and started to increase his 
domination over my by ever so slowly chewing his fecal disposition.
   I sank my teeth into this token of ours till they met, cutting his turd, 
smearing the whole of my orifice -- my enslavement and his victory...
   ...I chewed, my heaven was brown, all brown...
   His shit-hole was all there was, and my head was in the darkest of 
golden defeats, lolling, savoring, tasting...
   My crazing eyes reacted, even before he spoke.
   -Open up your damned mouth, Spermbank.  Here is for keeping you hungry.  Take 
it, shit-eater.
   His hole had started to spread-wide again, and he helped it to spread 
even wider with his hands.  I felt myself shrink when I saw how that next 
turd protruded from his shit-hole.  I tried to ease it out with my tongue, 
but he pushed me away and steadied my mouth right under it.  Its waxing size 
-- THIS was going to be the killer... my doggy eyes' focus changed between 
that and my master's eyes.  His expression confirmed it: he was giving birth 
to our future.  My asslicking tongue may have impregnated him, now to 
establish our levels for times to come... our baby was on its way, on its way
from his shit-hole of a womb and a womb of a shit-hole -- father and mother 
both... he was producing the never-to-change fact of out relation: by humbly 
eating this large, glimmering product of his bowels I would proclaim myself 
the inferior: the shit-eater, HIS shit eater.
   He didn't let it fall into my mouth.  No-no, he lowered himself even 
more.  And I felt that brown killer, that huge relation establisher sink 
down my mouth and throat until finally his ass landed on my lips, and by 
contracting his muscles he let go of it with a sigh.  And it was all mine, 
to devour and contemplate on.

                                     ***   

   I SQUATTED DOWN over him, holding my cock and balls against my belly to 
keep the direct visual contact and to keep free sight over his gap.  The 
flickering candle-light, his hot submissive eyes and his wide-open hungry 
jaws.
   (There should have been a camera...)
   That was a great moment there on the kitchen-floor, some kind of sacred 
expectancy. 
   An expectancy of the sacramental realization of the black mass.
   The "Drink" -- this is my yellow piss was completed.  Now -- the brown 
substance... My eyes into Spermbank's... my nodding head as a confirmation of the 
impending climax of our Communion.
   Spermbank gazed intently into my now gaping shit hole.  And his eyes as well 
as my own senses told me how the turd -- the second one, the one that would 
count -- slowly left my interior, and hot and heavy forced its way further 
and further out of me...
   ... towards his mouth, where his tongue now anxiously worked over his 
lips.  In the stillness our heaving chests.  (Hey, Spermbank! Hero-worshipping 
again? And this time with no return?  How you had pleaded, proclaiming that 
this was what would ultimately bind you to me, the navel-string never to be 
cut off when once and for all it linked us together...the definitive 
demonstration of your subservience = my waste - you = my refuse-heap...
   ... your proof of belonging, your belonging to me!)
   Lowered my ass still more when I felt the turd on its way to fall from 
me, and your lips clung to my hole.  And you sucked hard! You were sucking 
hard, Spermbank!
   In order to keep the union of the act, my hands under you head crushed 
your lips to my shit-hole orifice, and your jaws were grinding, grinding.  
And we knew that you were chewing my large turd, smearing it around in your 
oral cavity.  I stood up and looked into your eyes.  Noticed your larynx 
announcing: Spermbank is swallowing his hero's shit.  Down it goes, down it goes..
   Sexuality has its own logic.
   To bring home to you the significance of this act and to make both of us 
sure that every little piece of brown bliss from my interior disappears into 
your interior I bend down for scrutiny, then pulling you up by your hair, so 
that you're standing with your back to the kitchen-wall, one of my fists in 
your hair, the other one sending one resounding slap after the other across 
your face, and I force my Spermbank to jack us both off...
   You're moaning... and that's right! Jack off, Spermbank, beat those cocks of 
ours hard and fast! Beat them and cry, Spermbank, moan under my hard slaps of 
love across your cheeks, raining, raining...
   I order you down with your back to the floor to make you shoot your load 
into your own mouth, over your face, and I'm enjoying and savoring your 
toiling in splashing sweat of sex!  I bend down on one knee, cock in my 
right fist, aimed at your shit-eating face, you communicant of yellow and 
brown.  
   The ecstasy of your face speaks for itself, and I lower my cock to 
yours.  You open your hand grabbing both of them, and my very unmild hold of 
your tit-ring brings out the jack-off pro in you...
   ... wildly gaping you twist desperately to catch our all-confirming loads.
   
                                   END