Date: Mon, 23 Jun 2014 17:35:34 -0500
From: Devin Fox <devinfox20@gmail.com>
Subject: Baby Boy Damien (Part IV) [scat, raunch, ab/dl, humiliation]

Hey guys.

Before I get into this story, I'd like to clarify something. These short
stories are comprised of ideas between two consenting adults. While
elements of diaper fetishism and the DL lifestyle come into play, in
reality these are two grown men enjoying their sexualities together and
exploring their fetishes. Damien is a young man of legal age and his daddy
is a few years older. The rest of their characterization is up to you.

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It was a Tuesday night, and Daddy had one of his friends over for dinner.
We were sitting around his dining room table, slowly eating and having a
drink or two. I was dressed in nothing but a pair of white briefs, as Daddy
said I'd been a good boy and deserved to stay in my undies for a few days.
His friend was very handsome. Short, dirty blond hair, pale green eyes, and
olive-colored skin. He had a loud and almost disrespectful laugh, drank
Pabst Blue Ribbon, and smelled rank as if he'd just come from the gym. His
name was Eric, and he'd been coming over every other Tuesday for drinks and
to catch up for a couple of months now.

I had a few drinks myself, and was feeling a bit tipsy when we fed from the
dining room to the living room. Daddy disappeared into his bedroom, and so
Eric and I were left alone. Eric let out a rough, grumbling fart. It wafted
into my nose and I recoiled, but my cock bounced through my tightie
whities. Eric looked at me and raised an eyebrow while he downed his beer.

"You're a nasty fucker, aren't you." A statement, not a question.

"Yes, sir." I answered.

"Hmm." Eric smiled, before letting out an equally-loud belch. He crumpled
his can in his fist and placed it on the coffee table in front of us.

Daddy returned with his briefcase and glasses in hand. I didn't know what
was going on.

"Hey, I got called into the office for a little bit."

"Really? But it's almost ten..."

"It's kind of important. Eric, you okay to stay here and keep Damien
company?"

Eric looked stone faced. "Yeah, sure, bud."

"Thanks bro. I appreciate it."

Daddy grabbed his coat, hoisted it over his broad shoulders, and opened the
door. He turned back at the last second and looked me in the eyes, "Our
plumbing isn't working, the repairman won't be here until tomorrow
afternoon." And with that, he shut the door.

I gulped.

Eric looked at me, raising an eyebrow again. He gave me a huge smile,
before he got back up again. He grabbed another beer from the fridge, not
even asking if I wanted anything. I stood up and made my way to the TV
before I was knocked to the ground. Blindsided, I looked up to see Eric
standing over me, holding the beer in his hand.

"I gotta fart, faggot. And from your little pathetic dick bouncing earlier,
I could tell that you liked my fucking gas." I couldn't move.

He leaned over me, his heavy brown boots thudding against the wood floors.
He pushed his ass up against my face, and I could see a worn-out pair of
boxer briefs from the top of his hairy ass. Without much warning, he let
out a stinky fart in my face. Grunting, he managed to push out another one.
I couldn't help but inhale them, as it was the only air that I had. Eric
pushed out another, and I finally registered what was happening. His rank,
stank gas was filling my nostrils and my caged cock was screaming to break
free.

I was still flat on my back when he got up. Eric looked back at his own
ass, and reached a hand down into his crack. He wiped his ass with his own
hand and grabbed my face with the other. He ran his hand up against my
upper lip and nose and shoved his finger up my nose. "Like playing stinky
finger with me, faggot? Say you like my stinky finger."

"I fucking love your stinky finger, Eric." I moaned, and he deposited his
stinky finger into my mouth for me to taste.

"Oh, you fucking like my dirty hole, faggot?" I moaned while still sucking
the rank flavor off of his finger.

"Good. More's fucking coming, faggot. You know what a stinky finger leads
to, right?"

I didn't know what to say.

"You'll fucking see." He stifled himself as he felt his stomach grumble.
Dinner had apparently already hit him, and he resumed his earlier position
over my face. He pulled down his loose blue jeans a bit, before letting
another fart rip in my face. But without warning, and I don't even think
Eric knew of this, he began to shit himself.

Eric's gas and his stinky hole were no match for the smell of his manly
shit. He groaned as his already dirty boxer briefs filled with a huge load
of poop. He couldn't stop himself, and the bulge in his ass began to fill
and got closer and closer to my face. It brushed up against my face and my
cheeks, and I could tell it wasn't completely solid. "Fuck----fag-----" was
all he could get out. He shit his underwear in silence over my face.

Finally, Eric finished. He looked back at the low-hanging bulge over my
face, and sat down on it. Practically crushing me, I could feel the shit
spread from the top of his ass all the way down to his heavy crotch. He
smeared it around, and I gasped for air, only smelling shit. Eric pulled
up, gave me a second to breathe, and plopped his hairy, stinky ass on my
face again.

He finally stood up, and turned around to face me. I was bewildered, and my
little boy cocklet pressed hard up against its cage in my tight underwear.

Eric sniffed the air. "Faggot, I'm not wearing this dirty shit. And your
toilet isn't working, so the only solution is for us to trade underwear.
I'm not gonna be a douche and shit in my buddy's house while he's out of
town and not clean myself up. So that's where you come in."

He began to slowly shove his ruined boxer briefs down. They landed on the
floor with a thud. "Take your fucking briefs off, faggot." I did as he
said.

"Now put my underwear on."

I grabbed his nasty, shit-covered underwear and put my legs through. While
they were a size larger than what I normally wore, I still managed to pull
them up. His shit was still warm and creamy, and spread around my hole and
over my caged cock.

Eric gave me a weird look. "Faggot, you honestly expect me to put on these
white faggot undies with a nasty swamp ass? You've got another thing
fucking coming. Now come here." He grabbed the back of my head, shoving it
into his dirty crack. "Chow down, faggot." Eric laughed.

I took in my first inhale. I didn't know if I could do it.

"EAT MY SHIT, YOU FAGGOT." Eric yelled, and my shuddered. I began to slowly
lick away at the shit on his nasty hole. It tasted horribly. I'd tasted my
own shit a few times, but never someone else's. Eric obviously had a
horrible diet, and it showed.

I licked, chewed, and rimmed my way through his dirty hole until I got it
clean. He turned back around, saw my shit-covered face, and smiled. He gave
my chest a push while he put on my underwear. It stretched over his
muscular and hairy ass, and he let out another big fart. He threw his jeans
back on, and looked back at me.

"Hm...." Eric rubbed his chin, while I sat on the floor in his shitty
undies.

"You know, I know you belong to my buddy but I wanna make you my own
personal pig too. You know, brand you a bit. Keep it in your head that
you're my little shit pig, not just a diaper faggot."

He snapped his fingers. "I know. Gimme one second." Eric went into the
kitchen and returned with a small key. Then, without hesitation, he undid
the confines of my cock. My semi flopped out, and I shivered as cold air
touched it again. It was covered in the dents of the wiring of my chastity
lock, and I immediately began to bone up again.

"Faggot, I want you to jerk your pathetic little dick off while I finish up
a beer."

I was happy to oblige. I couldn't remember the last time I got to cum, let
alone masturbate. I began to do it dry, and Eric came over me and slapped
me across the face. "Not dry, you fucking pig. Use my dirty shit as your
lube. Okay?"

I was mindlessly following his orders. The smell of his rank hole still
affected my entire being.

I reached into his undies I was wearing, and pulled out a soft turd, still
pretty warm. I squeezed it around my boning cock and proceeded to beat off
with it. The shit gave in and lost its shape, and soon covered my white
dick in brown. It felt amazing. I moaned, and sped up my rhythm. It didn't
take long before I knew I was going to cum. I began to shoot rope after
rope, which contrasted against the creamy poop, and landed in every single
direction around me.

Eric was gulping his beer down on the couch while he watched me shoot my
load. I finished moaning, and looked back up to him. By that time, he'd
finished his beer and smiled at me.

"Faggot, come here." I followed his order, attempting to stand up while not
getting poop on any of Daddy's stuff.

"Hold on. Crawl, faggot."


-=To be Continued=-