Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 22:41:25 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: ARROGANCE-4

(ws/scat/masochism/some bisex)

                ARROGANCE--Part 4

   Roger had a worthless nephew, Mel. He was about 22, never
worked, and was always hitting Roger up for a touch. I guess
he'd tried in the past to get him jobs and set him up, but the
guy just blew it every time so Roger finally gave up. All he
wanted to do was 'fuck babes and smoke dope.' If Roger hadn't
been rich he would have told the guy to fuck off. As it was, he
was so disappointed in him that he decided to get something for
his money. So he got off on humiliating him.
   We were in the hotel room in Los Angeles. Mel comes bipping
through the door about 2 in the afternoon, tall, lanky long-
haired and unshaven. I couldn't tell if he was good-looking or
not with all that ugly hair on his face. "Hey, Unc! How they
hanging?" He shook his uncle's hand.
   "They're hanging quite nicely, Melvin. Nobody's cut yours
off yet, I presume."
   "Nope, but there's some chicks that'd sure like to!" he
laughed.
   "Still got all your brains in your balls, hunh?"
   "They get me by." He grabbed his crotch and did a macho
gesture.
   "Heh, them and my money!"
   "Yeah, well, I sure appreciate it, you know. Who's this?
One of your little fag buddies?" He looked at me with obvious
contempt.
   "Best cocksucker in town," he complimented me, unperturbed
at the guy's attitude. Me? I was far beyond blushing by then.
"How much you want this time?"
   "Uh, well, I was thinking about two th-thousand? Something
to get me set up with this deal I got going with this fellow
that..."
   "Spare me the details," Roger cut him off. "You're just
gonna smoke it, snort it, or spend it on cunt...so don't
bullshit me. Take your clothes off."
   He shrugged knowingly, with a slight nervous embarrassment
creeping into his expression. "Yeah, I know the drill." He
started to strip. "Still get a thrill seein' me naked, hunh?
Okay, I could go for a good blowjob," he declared, smugly.
   "Who you kidding, you turd? I haven't suck your worthless
prick since you were 16. Now get the fuck out of those
clothes!" Roger was getting obviously belligerent now, and the
hostility was suddenly making Mel rather docile. He knew he was
going to be mistreated and was prepared to take it. One thing
was obvious. Being nude didn't bother him much. In fact, when
he finally stood there naked--his dick sadly shriveled up--he
still had a cocky attitude as if we were drooling over his
heterosexual goodies!
   "He gonna blow me?" he asked, looking at me.
   "HA! Tom wouldn't foul his mouth with your little peepee!
Now turn around and bend over. Spread your cheeks and show Tom
your grungy asshole. He loves assholes but he won't like yours.
I just wanna make you feel silly showing it off. SPREAD 'EM,
ASSHOLE!"
   "Jeez!" he muttered, obeying, spreading his crack wide for
our--my--inspection. He had a flat ass that looked a lot better
in that position but not good enough. A monstrously big, bright
pink hole surrounded by a ring of long curly black hairs. I
could never tell about Roger, but I found it quite unappealing.
   "Would you believe?" Roger said to me, "I used to suck that
fuckin' shithole! Looked a lot better when he was young.
Alright, turn back around...you're grossing us out!"
   "Shit, you used to like it. Hell, you used to like my shit,
too!"
   "Yeah, musta been really perverted back then, I guess.
Course that was when you were a young kid with a tasty
shithole. Now you're just a total shithole!" He looked at me.
"It's a shame, Tom. Now Mel's nothing more than a walking,
talking smelly turd!"
   "Okay, what're you gonna make me do this time? I gotta jack
off and eat my own cum again?"
   "For two thousand bucks?!!" Roger laughed. "That was for
$300. I'm gonna take a shit in your face, you fuck!"
   "Ho, no!" he cried, pulling up his pants. "I'm gettin' out
of here. No dice! You and your fuckin' shit games! Forget it!"
   Roger calmly turned to me. "Kid thinks there's sweat on my
balls. He's not going anywhere." Mel was heading for the front
door, hearing everything Roger was saying. "He'll get to the
door, but he won't leave. Let's watch him!"
   "Fuckin' asshole! You got dough comin' out your bunghole,
you selfish prick! Always gotta make me grovel for it. WELL,
FUCK YOU! Take a shit in MY face, hunh?" He hesitated at the
door. "Why do you hafta be such a prick? You're my fuckin'
favorite uncle! I even blew you a couple of times! And let you
suck my ass any time you wanted!" He had his hand on the knob.
"FUCKIN' BASTARD!" He walked back, screaming at Roger. "WHY DO
YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS?!!"
   "Cause you're a good-for-nothing, cunt-sucking leech, of
course."
   Mel stood there, shaking in anger and confusion, staring at
the floor. But Roger wouldn't let up.
   "See? He's breaking down. Yep, for two thousand bucks he's
gonna take a turd in the face."
   "Um," Mel lifted his head, "he ain't gonna watch, is he?
It's bad enough. I don't want no fruit watching me!"
   Roger sighed. "Mel, you don't give a fuck...you're gonna do
it anyway, right? Take your fuckin' pants back off. Lay across
that hassock with your face up. Tom loves to watch me shit," he
exaggerated, "and I've saved up a big one for you. He sure
doesn't want to miss out on it." He stood up and took his pants
off, flopping his prick around. He crooked his finger. I knelt
down and started to suck Roger's prick--getting it nice and
hard. I didn't care about being watched, especially with this
guy. I was digging his humiliation. Mel was again naked, laying
over the hassock, watching. I gave him a good show. "Best
cocksucker in town!" Roger grinned at Mel. "Gettin' a boner?"
   "Fuck no! Let's get this over with! You guys can fuck
around all you want after I leave."
   "Ah, you still have a mouth like a cunt, Mel." He pulled
his prick from my mouth. He pushed the hassock, sliding it
across the floor until it banged against the couch. Then he
climbed onto the couch, onto the large pillows, and aimed his
dick downward. "Here, suck it!"
   "Aw, come on," he complained.
   "SUCK...MY...FUCKING...PRICK!"
   Mel looked my way, then swallowed his pride. He swallowed
Roger's prick. He had his eyes closed, a pained expression on
his face, but he sucked on his uncle's dick like a blowboy from
the bowery!
   "Yeah, kid used to love it til he decided he was a cunt-
man."
   "I didn't love it. I did it but...only cause you talked me
into it."
   "Shut up and suck! On second thought, never mind. You're a
rotten cocksucker anyway. Here, lick my balls instead."
   Grinning, feeling a bit of the flavor of arrogance myself,
I unzipped and pulled my prick out and sat there brazenly
jacking off. Mel saw it out of the corner of his eye and did a
little double-take. Roger caught it, and lifted the boy by the
chin. "Big, isn't it? Wanna suck it for him?"
   "N-no, of course not!" he gulped. "Can I stop? Your balls
are clean...now that I've licked off all the grunge!"
   "Heh, heh! Grunge, hunh? You want grunge, I'll let you lick
my ass."
   The guy started to get up, but Roger quickly pressed down
on his shoulders, pressing him to the hassock. "Don't worry,
punk. I'm not changing the rules. Just thought you might want
to, that's all."
   "I only did it that once. AND I DIDN'T LIKE IT!" he cried,
"DIDN'T! Hell, I was only a kid. That was the same day you...
made me take a shit for you."
   "Ah, yes! A lovely turd it was, as I recall. Wanna taste my
ass before I do it, Tommy? I'm about ready."
   I didn't particularly, but enjoyed outraging the guy.
"Sure. Back it up over here. We don't want any nasty smells to
bother Mel when you put it in his face." Staring at Mel and
fondling his prick, Roger backed up and bent slightly. I put my
face up his ass and noisily licked all around his hole. It was
slightly pungent, but I was quite used to it and was learning
to enjoy the taste and smell. Of course, I'd leave the turd to
Mel! As I licked, I could tell the way his anus loosened up
that it was ready to begin expanding. I quickly poked my tongue
inside for a second, feeling nasty about it. I barely touched
what I thought I would, tickled my tongue on it, then quickly
backed off.
   Roger didn't make him lick it, or attempt to push it into
his mouth. He just turned and backed his ass up to Mel and
instantly shit in his face! Right between the eyes! Mel had his
eyes and mouth closed, a pained expression on his face, as the
turd hit his forehead, broke off, and fell across his nose. Mel
started to cough, but otherwise he didn't move. Roger shot
another turd out, moving his ass back and forth, rubbing the
end of it over Mel's nose and smearing it with traces of shit.
That turd fell, also, and Roger turned around to survey the
damage.
   "Okay, you little brown-noser! No, don't rub it off yet.
Leave that shit on your nose. Now pick up those turds and take
them into the toilet. Yes, you dumb fuck...with your bare
hands! Okay, now take them in and flush 'em. Feel free to sniff
and lick first if you want," he laughed, "then wash your hands,
grab some toilet paper, and come out here and wipe my ass! Oh,
grab that hand mirror while you're at it."
   Mel gritted his teeth, held his temper, and held the turds.
He had a disgusted look on his face, but the worst was over--he
hoped. He obviously wasn't going to fuck up now. You could read
what he was thinking in his eyes--shit washes off. He left the
room.
   "He's kinda fun, hunh? I think his disgust is real, but he
definitely enjoys being humiliated. He keeps coming back!"
   "How far do you think he'd go?" I asked.
   "Oh, I suppose if I wanted to pay his price, I could crap
right in his mouth!" We heard the water running. "But it really
doesn't interest me that much. I had his best years. Unless you
want to play around with him?" He gave me a lecherous grin.
   "His asshole's so ugly," I said. "Maybe if I shaved it, it
might be interesting to see him take a shit. I'm not sure."
   "Well, love, whatever raises your bone. Make any deal you
want. Just remember that he'll probably come cheaper than he
says. He'll probably suck shit to be able to shoot shit into
his arm. Druggies will debase themselves easy...and he's even
more susceptible to being subjected to obscenities!"
   "Do your plan first...I'll think about it."
   Mel returned. "Here's the mirror." He handed it to Roger.
   "Keep it. And get that stupid look off your face. The
shit's on top of your nose...you can hardly even smell it.
Here, wipe my asshole."
   Roger had kept his butt hanging over the edge of the couch
to not smear any around. Now, he lifted his legs and bared it
as Mel took the toilet paper and gingerly wiped him off. Roger
took the papers from him.
   "Mmmm. Smells damn good! You must love it hanging on your
face like that! Now sit there on the end of the hassock and
start playing with yourself. Work your prick up and lift the
mirror to your face. Jack off. I wanna see you get off while
you stare at your shitcoated nose. No closing your eyes. I want
you to have a tremendous orgasm while you witness what filthy
thing you're willing to do for money!"
   "That's right, Uncle Roger, for money! Don't forget that.
This is filthy...but only cause you're the filthy pervert
making me do it!"
   "Making you? You wanna walk out?"
   Mel didn't answer. He scowled and lifted the mirror. He
spread his legs apart and started to flog his meat.
   We watched him for a while. Watched as his prick began to
rise and stiffen into a handy, workable form as he looked at
his image. Surprisingly, his 'little peepee' was expanding into
a fair-sized, but rather skinny prick.
   "Rest back a second," Roger directed, "lift your legs and
show us your asshole again. Tommy wants to see it."
   "Yeah?" He was getting turned on. He placed the mirror on
the floor and reached down and grabbed his ankles, spreading
his ass apart with a sarcastic, crooked grin. He purposely
caused his big anus to flex and throb obscenely. "Wanna lick it
out for me?"
   "No," I bent forward and stared at it. "Just wanna see if
it's as ugly as I thought. Yep, it sure is! Thanks, that's
enough!"
   "All assholes are ugly," he scowled, rising back up, "but I
didn't think that bothered butt-suckin' queers like you!"
   I just chuckled and removed my pants. I leaned over and
sucked on Roger's prick, getting it nice and wet. Then I
straddled his hips and sat down on it--driving it up my ass
with a gasp! Mel stared intently as I eased into Roger's lap
and layed back on his chest...letting him take over. Giving Mel
a lovely view, he humped his ass and fucked me in long,
luxurious strokes. Cheek-to-cheek, we smiled at Mel.
   "See what you're missing, you dumb putz?!" Roger said. "Go
ahead, watch a while, then get back to your mirror."
   "You want me to shoot all over the carpet?"
   "So what? I don't care if it ends up dripping off the
fucking ceiling! Hell, shoot it on us! Just pound that prick
and look at your shitty nose. Remember how my turds felt and
smelled. That'll get you off."
   It got him off. Thinking we weren't paying attention to
him, Mel got the mirror closer to his face and rubbed some of
the shit on it. Now he could smell it better. His cock blasted
off in all directions! Most of it splattered all over my
thighs. I had my legs up on the edge of the couch and Roger was
furiously humping in and out of my asshole with his long,
penetrating prick. I squirted all over my chest as he dumped a
heavy load up me! When I lifted off, I noticed his cock was
quite clear, but gooey with cum. A lot of it had dripped onto
his balls. Mel was straddled on the hassock, catching his
breath.
   "It's clean, Mel," I stated, lifting Roger's cock. "Two
hundred dollars if you'll get down here and suck his cock
clean!"
   Dollar signs rolled in his eyes as he stared at the wet
prick. Still..."Outta your ass?! Uh, two hundred? I guess it
looks okay." He got to his knees and studied it.
   "Lick it off his balls, too," I said.
   He bit his lip. "Oh, okay." He lapped at Roger's nuts
first, finding out what they tasted like. Cum with an extra
tang. So far, not too debasing for him. He licked around the
base, then ran his tongue up the shaft to the knob. Gobs of cum
had been collected, and he quickly pulled his tongue into his
mouth and swallowed it before licking around the other side and
finally taking the prick in his mouth and sucking.
   "How's my assjuice taste?" I asked him.
   "Nah, it was clean."
   "Wrong, bubba. Maybe there wasn't any shit on it, but you
had to taste my assjuice on there! Right?"
   "HEY, FUCK YOU IN THE...!" He suddenly shut up.
   "Sorry, I just was royally fucked! As your tastebuds no
doubt tell you."
   He blushed, silently admitting the truth, and belligerently
held out his hand. "$200! And my two thousand."
   "See the banker, cocklick!" I smirked, acting real prissy,
and fingering up the cum on my chest and brazenly licking it.
   Mel looked to Roger. Roger calmly made a suggestion. "I'll
give you the two hundred tonight, but..."
   "HEY! WE MADE A DEAL! I...I did everything..." he hung his
head. "You never cheated me before, Uncle."
   "Hold on, fucklips. I'm not cheating you now, either. You
earned it...you'll get it. It's just that Tom has, I believe,
some more ideas about how to use your cheap ass. Two hundred
will get you through the night, but we may want you back here
tomorrow. If I pay you all of it we won't see you again for six
months. Hear him out."
   Shifting his weight onto one foot, he looked at me with
calm impatience. Then he sprawled on the floor and sat back
against the wall with his legs spread. Even with all that had
just transpired, he still managed a smug glare. "You don't like
me and you think I've got an ugly ass. So what do you want?"
   I crossed my arms over my chest and just looked at him for
a moment, staring at his still-impressive, elongated cock,
making him extremely uncomfortable. Finally, I spoke.
   "I think your uncle's right. You're just a pisshole! You've
got an asshole a mother wouldn't kiss. But, for some reason I
think I'd like to see you take a shit. First I want to shave
your asshole and get all that ugly, curly hair off of it. Oh,
by the way, what do you feel about a guy pissing in your
mouth?"
   "WHAT?! You're nuts!"
   "Oh, I'll figure out something for my nuts later. Now how
about that piss?"
   "Wha...what the hell do you think I am?"
   "Oh, sweetie," I leaned forward, "we know what you are.
We're just trying to negotiate your price! How much to drink a
bladderful of my nice, warm piss? Don't get all upset, now.
Just name your price."
   His mouth hung open. "D-d-drink p-piss?"
   "Yes, outta my cock. Hot, tangy, and fresh. My cock in your
mouth. I empty myself and you drink it all down. What do you
think?"
   He closed his eyes and hung his head, looking quite
submissive. What was he thinking? How it would taste? How much
money? How that particular humiliation fitted into his needs?
Instead of answering, he lifted his head and asked me this:
"I'm not saying I'll go along with any of this crap but, why
don't you just spit out every dirty detail you got going? I'll
tell you what I'll do and what I won't do...then we can come to
a round figure."
   "Nope. Piece by piece. How much to drink piss?"
   He thought for a moment and gave me an answer.
   "How much to blow me while your uncle fucks your asshole?"
   "How much to rim me?"
   "How much for me to fuck you while you lick Roger's
asshole?"
   "Okay, so far there isn't anything you won't do. Let's try
this. After I shave your asshole, I want to see you take a big,
fat dump. Then, while Roger's fucking your ass, I want to get
up close and see you get your face down there and lick on the
mess you just made! How much to lick your own turd, Mel? How
much? Don't say you won't do it...I know you will. How much,
punk? How much to run your tongue over a hot, smelly clump of
shit that just came out of your asshole and lick it?"
   He curled up on the floor, hiding his crotch in embarrass-
ment, and slowly lifted his teary eyes to me. I gulped heavily,
thinking perhaps I'd gone too far.
   Roger was calmly taking it all in.
   "Y-you think...you really think I'd do all that stuff? Even
for money? I'm not as weird as you guys. I don't get off on it.
Why are you treating me like this? Just cause I'm poor and
broke?" His eyes were pleading. But I remembered what Roger had
said and I trusted in his knowledge.
   I got down between his legs and grabbed his now deflated
cock. I looked up and noticed just a tinge of gleam. That
satisfied me. Tenderly, I stared into his eyes.
   "Mel, I've only known you now for about an hour. But, I can
tell in just this short time that...well, if you...you know...
needed a little extra cash for something..."
   "Yeah?" he nodded innocently.
   "...you'd probably suck out a 70-year-old leper's asshole
for a dime! How much for the whole trip?"
   "You fuckin' little fag!" he pushed me away. "Alright!
Twenty thousand dollars!" Roger chuckled, enjoying the hell out
of it.
   "Okay, okay," I was up and contemplating--still naked.
"Let's say we cut that figure in half. Still interested?"
   "Well...alright, ten thousand."
   "Now, I figure most of your price is based on licking that
turd, right? Let's say you only hafta lick on half of it.
That's five thousand, right?"
   "Hunh? Ha...half? Five...lick...you're confusing me."
   "It's simple nan. We wanna see you do it, but good
gracious! Even your turd's not worth ten thousand dollars!
Especially when you're the one that gets to lick it! And you
don't even want to do it. So let's make it even easier on you.
I shave you...you shit...and you only have to lick on a quarter
of it--just all over the end of it--for $2,500. How's that
sound?"
   "I'd still...but...damn!" He grimaced as if his head hurt.
"It...um...makes sense, I guess, but..."
   "Listen, Pal. I wanna see you do it. Roger wants to see you
do it. And you want to do it! Or, maybe I should say you want
us to make you do it. We know you don't wanna lick shit. Shit's
nasty! You want somebody to push your face in it. You want
somebody to suck your cock and fuck your asshole while they
make you lick shit! Well, we can do that. And pay you at the
same time. Can't get a better deal than that!"
   Roger threw his hands up. "Forget it, Tommy. You can't push
the truth in a guy's face like that. Not when they're like Mel.
It has to remain a fantasy for it to work. I'll just write a
check and send him on his way."
   "Hey!" Mel blurted out to Roger. "You're fucking up the
whole thing! You really think I'm that stupid? I know I'm a
masochist. Why the hell do you think I come to you? Where could
I find more of a prick? Where could I find a guy that's such a
perv he could come up with things that push my button? You
think I couldn't get a job? Jobs? I've had jobs. Jobs I was
good at. It's better doing filthy things for money. I gotta do
it for money cause I spend so much time getting my rocks off I
don't have any time to work! Actually, I've been kinda
disappointed that you never really made me work very hard for
the dough you've given me. I like this fag, Uncle Rog. He's got
it right. Make me work hard. You think you've treated me like
shit, but you've been too mild. I just didn't know how to get
you to up the ante. I've been doing this for a long time.
You've got the most money and the most perverted mind, but I
guess you still love me, hunh? Call me all kinds of things, but
you can't really hurt me? You dumb fuck! I've been jiggering
money out of straight studs--truckers and gang members and
sailors--goading them into making me do all kinds of things!
Sometimes they pay me...sometimes they just fuck me and spit
and piss on me. But I always just my rocks off! Luckily, I got
it worked pretty good so that I don't get beat up. I kept
hoping you'd put your imagination to work."
   "Well, land o' goshen!" Roger laughed. "All this time I
thought you were a real turd, and now it turns out you mighta
been born right outta my own asshole! So you dig licking shit,
hunh, Mel? Just like me?"
   "NO! NO! You are a dense fuck, Uncle Roger. I hate shit!
It's foul and disgusting...just like it should be. I don't like
it and I never will. I get off on having my face pushed into
it! Doncha get it? I could go out and make money. Instead, I
knelt down here and let you shit a stinky turd all over my
face. It was fuckin' awful! You got it all over my nose. DID
YOU SEE HOW I SHOT OFF?! YOU GET IT?"
   "Yeah, I understand," Roger reached over and rustled his
hair. "You're a shitball! But not like I thought. You don't not
work because you're lazy...you don't work because you're
totally obsessed with your balls!"
   "RIGHT! Nothing matters to me but squirting juice outta my
prick. And the only way that can happen is if I do something I
hate to do. Fuck me up, fuck me over, fuck me! I've shot so
much cum with horrible, god-awful piss going down my throat...I
couldn't count. You like what you do...I hate it...we both get
off quite nicely."
   "Now I understand," I said. "Now I know why his ugly hole
turns me on. Sorry, Mel, but I think I like it because it
disgusts me. Quick! Do me a favor, Roger. Shove my face in his
ass and make me lick it! I don't wanna do it...make me suck his
ass!"
   Ever compliant, Roger immediately got up and grabbed me by
the hair. I struggled, like in real life, because I didn't want
to do it! Knowing the feeling, Mel helped out by making himself
available. Roger dragged me over and forced my face between
Mel's cheeks. He ordered me to stick my tongue out and lick...
to lick it clean...then suck it...and put my tongue inside and
lick out his shit!
   I twisted, hating having my tongue on an asshole that was
repulsive to me. I had to lick those ugly, curly dark hairs. I
could taste leftover shit on them! Then, I could swear I felt a
burning sensation on my tongue like toxic contaminants when he
made me lick inside the rectum. Mel wasn't clean at all. I
could taste his shitty-tasting shit all over my tongue as I
thrust it up his asshole on Roger's orders. He had his naked
loins rubbing over my back as he held my face into his nephew's
crungy asscrack. Mel was shouting obscenities...taking the
other side as only he knew so well how to switch to. He was
saying to me what he wished to be said to himself. The two of
them managed to make me feel like a total scum-sucking, shit-
licking fool!
   Roger used his groin to push my head in. "SUCK HIS
SHITHOLE, TOMMY! SUCK IT OUT! PUSH A TURD INTO HIS MOUTH, MEL!
STUFF IT FULL. MAKE HIM EAT YOUR HOT SHIT!"
   Mel pushed, fluttering his anus, desperately wishing he
could take a shit in my mouth. Alas, he wasn't able to.
Released, I gave a sigh of relief. But something deep inside
tinged of regret. I had totally gotten into Mel's personality
and given it a try.
   "Damn!" I gasped, laying on the rug. "Temporary insanity,
thank you fellas. Whew! But I think we outta get about six guys
to come in here and take shits in Mel's mouth! I think he'd do
it for a buck a turd!"
   "Three for a dollar, you ass-sucking little queer!" he
smiled. "Still wanna shave my butthole?"
   "Yes, fuck yes. It's still ugly as shit! I like to see what
I lick!"
   Roger stood up and walked over to Mel, who was now on his
back. He straddled his hips and put his cock in his mouth. Mel
didn't complain. He mouthed the soft prick until Roger made
plain his motive. "Open your throat, you little shit. I gotta
piss!"
   Mel struggled, but Roger held him fast. "I'm glad you don't
like it. I don't want you to like it. But you made a stupid
mistake, you punk. You told me! Now I'm gonna treat you like
the piece of crap you are...and I won't hafta pay you so much!
Hold on, toilet boy, just fuckin' drink it. Oh, man, I'm gonna
take a big piss!"
   Mel groped around with his arms, unable to push the man
away. I heard gurgling sounds and knew that Roger was sending a
powerful stream of urine down the boy's throat. From under
Roger's ass I could see Mel's prick rising. As much as Mel
struggled, nary a drop squirted from between his lips. But
before Roger was done, many many many drops squirted from Mel's
cock! Reluctantly, he drank gallons of urine from his uncle's
prick. Having his insides wallowing in piss obviously did
something special to his loins. Cum was spurting all over the
place...just like it had when he'd sniffed shit, jacking off,
watching us fuck.
   After Roger pulled away, Mel sat there stunned, wiping cum
from his knees. He got a strange expression, then suddenly ran
into the bathroom and violently threw up!
   Roger smiled at me. "Guess I don't hafta bother about
pissing in the toilet. All I gotta do is let Mel take it in
there for me!"
   I wasn't sure if I should feel angry at his insensitivity,
or amused at his truthful joke. I got my answer when Mel came
back out.
   "Guess I ain't gonna be able to hit you up for much any
more, hunh? Thanks, that was putrid! Real sour piss...just
awful. Sure got my nut though. Damn! I'd better get out of here
before somebody makes me eat a turd. That's not a hint, guys!"
   "Sure, Mel, sure. Here's a couple of bills. Come back
tomorrow. I'll have your check all written out, but I think if
you show up I'm gonna make you take Tommy's turd in your mouth.
It's up to you. Goodbye!"
   "You really gonna do that?" I asked, after he'd left.
   "You just save up. He'll be here for his money. I got a
feeling he'll be thinking of something else between now and
then. Whether he really likes it or not, he'll be here for the
humiliation. He wouldn't pass that up for the world!"
   Mel showed up...with a sheepish grin. I was prepared. I'd
saved up. But Roger was more prepared than I'd expected. He had
a few little tricks that he hadn't told me about. He ordered
Mel to strip and blow us. We only had robes on, so we just
spread them open as he got down and sucked us without
complaint. While he was blowing me, Roger got up and straddled
his back, rubbing his cock and balls over his tailbone. "You
can suck without hands. Bring 'em back here and play with me."
   Mel swung his arms back and fondled Roger's stuff. Quick as
a flash, a pair of handcuffs were slapped over his wrists!
Surprised, Mel lifted off my cock. Roger threw him to the floor
and swiftly wrapped a tie tightly around his ankles, then
lifted him to his knees again.
   "Hey! What're you doing?! Let me loose!" he cried,
frightened.
   Roger slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a
dirty, sweaty jockstrap and dangled it in Mel's face before
stuffing it in his mouth.
   "Picked this up in the alley behind a gay bar last night,"
Roger lied, "right after I watched two guys going at it. One
got down and sucked on it, feeling the cock inside. Then he
kept sucking it while the guy pissed in it! It was dripping
when I picked it up. Sorry it dried out by now, but I'm sure
you can suck some piss out of it." He laughed. Mel struggled,
eyes blazing, but he couldn't push it out. Roger's the one
who'd pissed in it.
   He pushed Mel's face to the floor, leaving his ass sticking
up in the air. "Go get the shaving gear, baby," he said to me.
"Let's get all this disgusting hair off his asshole."
   Roger held his cheeks open, warning Mel that it was a good
idea if he didn't move once that razor started. He was sniffing
Mel's dirty crack and tonguing his hairs when I got back...
getting it wet for me, he said. I squirted the shaving lotion
over his asscrack, and noticed his cock was hanging down--hard.
I shaved it baby-clean, wiped it with a towel, and licked it.
Roger yanked the hole open, and I licked in deeply. It might
have been fresh on the outside, but in there it still stunk and
tasted bitter. But it gave me a boner!
   "I wouldn't suck that hole too much, Tom. You can bet he's
got a big turd in there."
   "How do you know?"
   "You think he's gonna pass up a chance to have his face
pushed into it?" He winked. "That's what you want, ain't it,
scumbag?"
   Mel vigorously shook his head in denial. I pulled his prick
back and sucked on it. Roger licked his balls. Being hog-tied
wasn't enough. We had to get him turned on enough to submit
completely.
   "Keep him hard," Roger said to me, dropping his robe and
going around and yanking the jockstrap from Mel's mouth.
   "Yeck!" he cried. "Jeez that thing stinks! What the hell
are you up to, anyway? Lemme go!"
   Roger backed his tail into Mel's face. "Shut up and suck my
asshole! Get it good and wet." He grabbed Mel by the hair and
forced his face into his crack. The guy licked and licked,
grinding his mouth in there beyond the pressure Roger was
applying. That was obvious...even to me. How'd Mel know for
sure that Roger wasn't going to pull a fast one and shit in his
mouth himself? Maybe he didn't care. Maybe...
   Slicked down, Roger stuffed the jockstrap back in his mouth
then got up and knelt down butt-to-butt with Mel.
   "Hold it up, Tom, Aim it." I got the idea. It was freaky in
that position...really unique. Roger wanted Mel's cock up his
ass and I was there to do the insertion. Lifting it from the
underside...which was the topside...I poked it at Roger's hole.
He backed up, letting it slide right up his poop chute. It was
really strange and exciting. I'd never seen anybody get fucked
in this position before, but leave it to Roger to come up with
the idea! Once lodged, I removed my hand from above and reached
underneath to make sure it stayed back. Roger worked his ass
back, fucking himself on his nephew's cock. With a big grin, he
was looking back over his shoulder...up at my excited
expression.
   "Damn, that's neat!" I gasped, moving my face down for a
good look. I guess Roger didn't feel quite so filthy that day
because Mel's cock was coming out nice and clean. I was close
enough to catch only the mild fragrance of assjuice surrounding
the prick. Not wanting to get him off, he let it slip out. I
was still holding it up and Roger bent my head down to it.
   "Taste me, baby. Clean his prick off." I took it in my
mouth and sucked Mel's long, skinny cock. I licked every bit of
those juices off, now knowing why Roger'd kept himself clean.
He must have planned this, too. It was still a dirty thing to
do...but not beyond my means! Again he removed the jockstrap.
"How'd ya like that, nephew?"
   "Kinda neat! Better tell him to stop on me or I'm gonna
come."
   "Oh, we don't want that to happen." He motioned to me to
quit. "You still have a turd to suck!"
   "Y-you're not gonna make me do that, are you? Please, I
really don't want to! Lemme just blow you guys. You can fuck
me. I'll even drink your piss again...both of yours!"
   "Hmmm. Let's see." He got a small wine glass and placed it
on the floor. He hunkered over it and pissed in it. He got me
to piss in it. He grabbed a straw, broke it in half, and put it
into the glass, offering it to Mel. "Slurp on that."
   Screwing up his face, Mel put his lips to the straw. He
sucked up all of the hot urine but a few drops before Roger
pulled it away.
   "That's enough. Don't want you throwing up, do we?" he said
facetiously.
   "Lemme go, lemme go!"
   "Lay down, Tom. Pull your legs back. Mel wants to suck your
ass. He wants a preview...to see what it tastes like...to open
it up with his tongue so your turd slips right outta there into
his hungry mouth!"
   I did so, holding my dick out of the way so I could see.
Roger forced his head down and I watched him lick out my
asshole. His eyes were looking right at me--full of pain and
humilation. But his tongue was working frantically...giving
himself away. He licked my crack up and down, poking his tongue
in and out of my asshole, easily loosening it up.
   Roger nodded at me, holding one of my legs back and moving
his mouth in a lewd manner that I interpreted as turd-sucking.
I took a big breath, and pushed. Mel squirmed, but Roger held
him down as I watched my turd shoot into his mouth! Having
nowhere to go, Mel had no choice but to suck on it as Roger
moved his head up and down. Mel was no longer looking at me. He
no longer showed pain and humiliation. His eyes were glazed
over and blinking rapidly. He was being forced to taste my
shit...and he was loving it!
   Roger had an evil grin on his face. He was gritting his
teeth, having a high time seeing his nephew suck on my turd. In
his excitement, he moved Mel's head just a little too much,
causing my turd to fall out of my ass...and Mel's mouth. While
Mel turned away, coughing and gagging, Roger thrust his face in
there and licked my asshole out!
   Leaving my turd on the floor, Roger got Mel up and had him
squat over the glass coffee table. He told me to get under-
neath. It took a while, but eventually Mel began to shit on the
table. Roger was right. Mel came well equipped. I watched the
turds fall from his ass onto the glass. One hefty hard one,
followed by two softer ones. Roger knelt close, sniffing.
   When he ordered him to turn around and see what a mess he'd
made, Mel complied. The way his eyelids were fluttering, and
the way he was gulping, it was obvious he knew what Roger had
in mind.
   "That's a really nasty thing to do, Mel. Taking a big shit
like that right on my nice table! I think you oughta get down
and smell it."
   "Um, okay. If I h-hafta!" He bent down and sniffed his own
turds.
   "Good, hunh? Maybe you oughta give 'em a couple of long
licks."
   "N-no, I'll just go get some paper and clean it up...if
you'll let me loose." His eyes were pleading.
   "Could do that," Roger nodded, "if I was a nice guy. On the
other hand, you got a lot of jizz in your balls and I think
that's the only way we're gonna get it all out of there. Tommy
won't mind helping, will you Tom? You'll jack him off, won't
you? Hell, I'll even make it better for you. Here, suck on me a
little." He put his cock in Mel's mouth. Mel sucked on the knob
while Roger jiggered his shaft.
   One thing about Roger...he was always so horny he could
come on a dime. He pulled his prick out and splattered a huge
load all over Mel's face, then squeezed his prick and quickly
swung down to squirt several more streams all over the kid's
turds! He grabbed Mel's head and had him lick off his wet knob,
then pushed his face into the shit! He forced his mouth onto
the mess!
   Quickly, I grabbed Mel's prick. It was stiffer than I'd
seen it yet.
   I started to jerk it for him as I watched him above. Roger
couldn't see it from his angle, but I could see Mel's tongue
lapping at his own shit and wiping over the table top. When
he'd smeared it around too much for me to see anything, I
leaned up and took his prick into my mouth and started to blow
him. As if he'd been waiting just for that, he immediately
blasted a torrent down my throat! I really had to gulp fast to
keep from choking. Roger was right again. His balls were full,
and this was exactly what he needed to empty them!
   When I got out from under the table, Roger was passionately
kissing the shit from Mel's mouth, lips and chin! Rather
surprised, my boner was leaking profusely. Roger pulled me
behind Mel and had me stick my cock up his filthy asshole.
Moaning in delight--forgetting that he was not supposed to be
enjoying it all, at least not out loud--Mel squeezed my prick
and worked his rectal muscles. That quickly got me off, and I
shot a big load up his ass! I pumped a while longer, then
pulled out.
   Exhausted, I sat back on the couch. Roger instantly went
down on me! Mel watched intently as Roger cleaned his shit from
my cock. Knowing it ran in the family, I didn't hesitate to
squirt the rest of my piss into his mouth. Roger gladly drank
it all down.
   After cleaning up, Mel walked out with his check, wiping
his hand across his mouth to say it had been a horrible
experience..
   "I didn't even think you liked him," I said about his
actions.
   "I don't. But anybody that filthy really turns me on!" he
laughed.
   Well, I have to go now. Mel will be home from work soon, and
have I got something big and juicy for him!

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