Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2011 09:12:41 -0000
From: Darren Stephen <darren@darrenstephen.co.uk>
Subject: Billy's Punishment (scat)

Billy was sitting in his room, cringing with horror as he thought about the
week that stretched out before him. He had been punished by his Instructor
Bob on single occasions in this way a good many times now, but never for as
long as a week. Also, the actual deed itself was still as awful now as it
had been that first time three months ago.

The punishment that Billy was sitting there considering had been meted out
by the Army about ten minutes ago after he had been caught, for the second
time in a week, smashing a window in the greenhouse (by accident on both
occasions).

"I don't care that it was an accident, you know full well that you shouldn't
be playing football in the garden" said Bob. "Didn't the last punishment
teach you anything?"

"Yes it did, and I promise that it will never happen again" sobbed Billy.

"Well, since that last punishment was not severe enough to deter you, what
do you think a suitable punishment will be this time?" asked Bob.

"Anything but THAT!" cried Billy.

"Hmmm." Bob stood there silent for a moment. "I think THAT is exactly what
you deserve, but on a larger scale. This might FINALLY teach you that rules
have to be obeyed, or punishments will be handed out of a size that is
suitable for the scale of the crime" said Bob. "Repeat offences being
particularly severe" he added.

Billy stood there sobbing, wondering what could be more severe that the last
time.

"Your punishment is the same as last time. Toilet duty. However, because
this is a repeat offence, I don't think the usual single session is severe
enough. You will be placed on toilet duty for the whole of the next week.
Anytime I need to go, you will be expected to perform this duty. And as an
extra incentive to bar you from breaking rules again, this will also be
extended to any visitors we have in the barracks next week. You will serve
as the general toilet for both us and our visitors."

"NOOOO!!!!" screamed Billy. "You can't make me do this, it's too horrible!!"

"You know fine well that I can and I WILL" said Bob. "Now go to your dorm,
and just you sit and think about what you have done, and what you are going
to be doing. Hopefully you will come to realise that your misbehaviour will
cease if these are the consequences."

Billy, still sobbing, turned round and went to his room without another
word.

As he sat there, he thought back to how this particular form of punishment
had come about.

His instructor was 43, and had always been a stern disciplinarian. He was a
very large man with a big beer gut, about 280 pounds. He was a lazy bastard,
and tends to spend half his time in front of the television, and the other
half in the pub. His brother Jeff was 19 and was in the same barracks. He
hadn't got on well with his brother for years, and was bullied by him quite
a lot.

About three months ago, Billy was being punished by Bob for some offence
that he couldn't quite remember. As was the usual punishment at that time,
he was bent over a chair with his trousers and pants round his ankles, being
layed into by Bob armed with a broad leather belt.

"THWAPP! THWAPP! THWAPP!" went the belt over and over again against his bare
arse. Billy was screaming out in pain, but his instructor just continued on
regardless. The exact number of strokes awarded for various misdemeanours
varied, and in fact was never stated. He generally continued until either
Billy had no more energy left to scream, or he had no more energy to swing
the belt. He was a strong man, and could swing the belt very hard, but he
was not a fit man, and could not continue it for very long before he had run
out of energy, and stopped when he became breathless.

The session was finished, and Bob stood there, breathless, putting the belt
back round his waist. Billy, still sobbing, pulled his pants and trousers up
over his very red arse. He stood there waiting for the usual sermon which
was preached after a punishment.

"You know Billy," said Bob, "you scream and cry as I belt you, but it never
seems to prevent you misbehaving again. This seems to be getting an ever
more regular occurrence, and this punishment, painful though you make it
sound, doesn't seem to stop your offences."

"But it does," said Billy, "after that I certainly won't be doing it again".

"You always say that afterwards", said Bob. "What I want is to stop you
actually misbehaving to save me actually having to do this at all. And I
don't thing the belt is working."

Billy stood there thinking "Great! Is he actually saying that he's going to
stop belting me, and just send me to my room or something?" Then he thought
again, that that wasn't his dad's way.

"What I need is some alternative that is worse for you, and easier for me",
said Bob. "I don't see what I should waste as much energy on punishing you,
if I can think of something else that is more effective."

Billy wondered what his father was thinking.

"Now go off to your room, and think about what I have said."

"So what punishment are you going to give me next time?" asked Billy.

"You haven't listened to me, have you?" shouted Bob. "The whole point is
that there shouldn't be a next time! Now go to your room!"

And off Billy went.

Naturally, a few days later, Billy was called in front of his dad to account
for being late home the previous night.

"You know you have to be in by 9, so why weren't you?" asked Bob.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time" was Billy's excuse.

"As an excuse, that's pretty lame, even for a master like you!" said Bob. "I
hope you've been thinking about what I said to you last time, about a new
punishment. I've thought of a few possibilities, and am saving some of these
for more serious offences. But I think I have a good one for this
situation".

Billy stood there, rather worried about what was coming next. When it did
come, it certainly wasn't what he was expecting.

"Any idea how bad a bare arse smells if it hasn't been washed for a couple
of weeks, and hasn't been that carefully wiped?" asked Bob.

Billy's face showed astonishment. "That's disgusting!" he said.

"Well, that's probably about the right answer!" said Bob with a smirk. "I've
thought long and hard about suitable punishments for you, and I have decided
that as pain wasn't working, that I ought to try disgusting! Have you ever
stuck your finger into your arse crack and had a sniff just to see what it's
like?" he asked.

Actually Billy hadn't. He'd always thought that the whole area of shit and
arses was a bit foul. "No I haven't", he said, now very worried.

"Well neither had I, until a few days ago, just to test the theory if you
like", said Bob. "And it wasn't pleasant. Very difficult to remove the smell
from your finger as well, as I found out when I tried to wash it off!"

Billy was now extremely worried.

"Right then, here's the punishment. It's quite simple. You are going to lie
down on the ground, face up. Then I am going to remove my trousers and
pants, and crouch down on your face, so that your nose goes right into my
crack. I'll pull my cheeks apart to make sure it gets right in there, as you
know my arse is pretty huge! I think that the tip of your nose just behind
my arsehole should be the best place to put it to get the maximum benefit of
the stink that's up there!"

Billy looked pale, but said nothing.

"While I'm in this position, I'll put my hand over your mouth. This is to
make sure you can only breathe through your nose. I wouldn't want you to
have any way of avoiding the smell. I'll decide how long the punishment
should last, but be assured, there will not be any point in holding your
breath, so I suggest that you breathe normally, and soak it up. I reckon
I'll know if you are taking longer than normal to breathe in and out. If
that's the case I'll just stay there all the longer."

"And one final point. The mere fact that your nose is where it is will mean
that you are smelling something extremely unpleasant. However, you may well
find an additional extra source of stink. If I need to fart when you're down
there, I'll be positioned so that it goes directly out of my hole and up
your nostrils. When I'm about to do this, I'll warn you. Be prepared to take
a deep breath IN when I fart. I don't want to smell it, it's your
punishment!"

Billy looked resigned. "I don't suppose there's anything I can say or do to
avoid this, is there?"

"No, so I suggest we get started. Lie down."

Billy lay down on the floor, face up. Bob wandered over and straddled his
head, facing him. Billy looked up at his immense, but still clothed, arse.
Slowly, he unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his trousers. He pulled both
feet out of them, and threw them to on side. He then crouched down until he
was about a foot over Billy's head, giving him a good view of his huge
behind, clothed in white underpants. Billy squirmed a bit when he noticed
the sizeable brown streak down the middle, where they'd obviously been
rubbing in his crack. Billy took a small sniff, and found that, even from a
foot away, there was already a rather unpleasant smell in the air.

Bob then slowly pulled off his underwear, lifting each leg to get them off
completely. Billy was now staring up at his dad's bare arse.

"Scared?" asked Bob. Billy nodded. "With good reason!" laughed Bob. "I don't
know why I haven't thought of something like this before. Belting you was a
real chore for me, this requires no effort on my part at all. It'll hurt me
more that it'll hurt you may have been true before, but certainly not here!"

Billy watched as the huge white cheeks moved down towards his face. As the
tip of his nose got near to his arse-cheeks, Bob pulled them apart. Billy
could now see his open arse-crack, right into his hole. It was very hairy,
and the area around his hole glistened with a rather slimy looking
substance. Some of the hairs seemed to be matted with a horribly familiar
brown substance. Also sticking there were bits of toilet paper, looking like
little white and pink balls. Billy, as he was surveying this scene, realised
that unconsciously he had been careful to only breathe through his mouth.
With good reason, although he knew that he as only delaying the inevitable.

"How's the view down there?" asked his dad with a chuckle. Billy was a bit
annoyed that his dad seemed to be enjoying this, which was also a little
worrying. "Foul" said Billy. "You should have a look yourself sometime" he
scowled. "It's not me who is being punished though is it?" said Bob.

The final descent started, and in went Billy's nose until the tip of it was
just touching the edge of his sphincter, his nostrils directly under his
hole. His dad then let go of his cheeks, and the crack closed up enveloping
Billy's nose entirely. Billy was desperately taking his final breaths
through his mouth as his dad finally closed that avenue as well, by placing
his right hand firmly over his mouth.

Billy was now lying there, his face buried under his dad's immense arse,
holding his breath. His dad's voice boomed, as if from somewhere distant
above, "You're going to have to take a breath soon. Remember what I told you
about breathing regularly. It'll be over all the sooner if you do!"

Billy exhaled. It was now going to have to come soon. He tried to suck in
air through his mouth, but to no avail. Bob's hand was firm. Finally, his
lungs almost bursting, he took in a deep breath. He couldn't have prepared
himself for this. The stench immediately hit him fully. It was
indescribable. He'd been for some smelly shits and stank out the bathroom
before, but it was nothing like this. Actually smelling a none too clean
bare arse at source, and not being able to hold his breath to avoid it was
too much, and he started to gag and struggle. But with 280 pounds of dad
holding him down, there was nowhere to go.

"No point in struggling lad, you might as well settle down", came the voice
from above.

Billy still felt sickened from the first sniff he'd taken, and was still
gagging a bit. He tried to take control of his urge to vomit, and brought
himself back under control. He realised that he'd better start getting used
to it, so he breathed out, and breathed in again. The same stench and he
started to gag again. He tried to compare it to something else, thinking
that might help, but it didn't.

He mustered his control again, and took another deep breath in. He had
stopped gagging quite so much now, but the smell was still horrendous. He
managed somehow to settle into a more regular breathing pattern, and started
to wonder how it was possible for a part of someone's body to smell as
revolting as this. He thought, as he smelled and smelled the horrid stench
that at least he was had stopped gagging, and it couldn't really get any
worse. He was wrong.

Dad spoke again. "You seem to be getting the hang of it down there. I can
actually feel you breathing in and out, and that's good. However, I've got
bad news for you. I feel a fart brewing. I'll let you know when it's ready!"

Billy cringed, but still kept sniffing in and out. A few minutes (which felt
like hours) passed, when the voice came again. "Ok, it's away to blow. Now I
told you the drill. You inhale it ALL! I'll count you down, so you're
prepared." Billy breathed out in readiness, and started to shake. "5, 4, 3,
2, 1, GO!"

An extremely loud blast ripped from the arsehole directly over Billy's
nostrils. Billy instantly breathed in, and kept breathing until it stopped.
The smell hit him. It was even more horrendous than he'd imagined. He
started to choke and gag and splutter. It was like one of those awful eggy
farts you can smell from the other side of a room, but infinitely worse when
sampled at source. His stomach heaved, and he though he would throw up, but
he gradually got back under control.

"Very good, " said dad, "I didn't smell a thing! And I have been pretty rank
recently!" Billy could have told him exactly how rank, but the explanation
would have fallen short of the reality.

Billy got back into the pattern of breathing again, constantly breathing in
the arse stench. Bob hit him with another four farts during the course of
the session, just as horrendous as before, and again causing Billy's stomach
to heave each time, but managing not to throw up.

Finally, after what seemed like days, but was actually about half an hour,
Bob said "Well, I think that's enough for this time." He then removed his
hand from Billy's mouth, and slowly got up off of his face.

Billy breathed in a lungful of clean air at long last. It was finally over.
Bob wandered over to his clothes and pulled on his pants and trousers. "You
can get up now", he said to Billy.

Billy got to his feet, and waited for the sermon. He was at least now
breathing clean air (through his mouth). It was over. But not quite.

Bob wandered off to a chest of drawers, and returned with something Billy
didn't recognise. It seemed to be made of rubber.

"Remember what I said earlier about me trying to clean my finger and how
difficult it was to get rid of the smell?" asked Bob. Billy nodded. Bob then
continued. "I am just going to put this gag onto you for a while, just to
demonstrate this. Bob put the elasticated gag over Billy's head, and snapped
it in place over his mouth. "Take a breath through your nose", said Bob.
Billy did so, and realised that he could still smell his dad's arse stench.
Not quite as strong, but still very unpleasant.

"Come with me", said dad. Billy followed him into the bathroom. "Have a look
in the mirror."

Billy saw that his nose was covered in a brown slimy substance. "That's what
you can smell now!" said Bob. "Now go back into the lounge and sit there,
I'll be watching you to make sure that gag stays on. I'll then let you out
and we can have our chat."

They both went through and sat down. Billy sat there silently in his gag,
and still not being able to fully escape that smell. Dad picked up his paper
and started to read.

After about another half hour, Bob said "You can remove it now, and you can
go and clean yourself up. Come back when you're done" Billy took off the gag
and went to the bathroom and scrubbed at his nose. He finished up with it
looking clean again, but now smelling of a mixture of soap and arse. Not
pleasant.

He returned to the lounge and sat down in front of dad. Bob put down the
paper and looked at Billy. "Look at me!" said Bob. Billy looked up at his
dad's face, although he found it difficult after the ordeal he'd just been
through. "Now did you find that pleasant in any way?"

"No, it was absolutely disgusting!" said Billy.

Bob stood up, walked over to Billy, turned around and bent over. Billy's
face was right in the seat of his trousers. "Do you want to do it again?"
continued Bob.

"Definitely not!" said Billy.

Bob, as if to demonstrate his point, farted another one of his loud eggy
farts in Billy's face. "Breathe!" he ordered. Billy sniffed and shuddered.
"Is this punishment enough to stop you doing it again?" he asked. "Yes",
Billy said. Another loud fart, same command, Billy cringed again. "Are you
sure?" he shouted. "YES!!!" shouted Billy.

Bob then unbent, walked back to his seat and sat down.

"Now that we've got that sorted out, I'll let you know a few things.
Firstly, you know what sort of state you have found my arse in today. This
will be normal. Don't expect to get off lightly because you offend on the
day I take a bath or something. I'll ensure that you have something powerful
to smell. Also, don't let this fool you into believing that that is as bad
as it can get, because it is not. I have a few other treats up my sleeve if
you continue to misbehave. I may let you off with this rather minor
punishment" ("Minor?" thought Billy, and his mind boggled as to what his dad
might be thinking) "for minor, infrequent offences, but don't try my
patience. It will not be worth it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes", said Billy.

"Right, you can go," said Bob.

Billy was careful to not inflame his father from that point on. He had a
couple of lapses, 2 in the space of a month, which was obviously not enough
to warrant the unknown 'treats' that his dad had mentioned. He did not
escape the arse-smelling punishment on each of these occasions though. On
the second of these occasions, an extra delight was in store.

"Lie down" came the now familiar order. He did so, and tried to prepare
himself. Bob stood, removed his lower clothes as usual and crouched a foot
above his face.

"I think as this is the second time in a month, and I seem to have a little
urgent problem, we'll add a little extra something", said Bob. He stood up,
and said "Follow me". Billy followed him into the bathroom, and started to
look a little scared.

Bob sat down on the toilet. He then got up again, and told Billy "Don't
move."

He then left, and returned with the gag. He put it onto Billy, raised the
toilet set, and sat back down on the bare porcelain rim of the toilet.

"I would have continued with the normal punishment, but unfortunately, I'm
desperate for a shit. So I thought you'd like to share the experience!"

Billy had been in the toilet after his dad before, and knew that it wasn't
an experience he'd particularly like. He thought this would be grim, but
quite mild compared to the smell of his bare arse. As usual, he was wrong.

Bob sat as far back on the seat as his ample behind would allow, pushed his
legs apart, and held his balls and cock up in his hand. "Get over here and
place your head between my legs, face into the bowl", he said with a smile.

Billy stayed where he stood, petrified. "NOW!" repeated Bob.

Billy walked over and did as he was ordered. His face looked directly down
into the bottom of the pan, which at the moment, contained only clean water.
He couldn't see this, as the combination of his dad's arse and his face made
for a pretty good seal for light and air. Also, because he was sitting on
the bare rim rather than the seat, there wasn't the usual small gap between
the seat and the rim. It was practically airtight.

The voice from above came. "I don't think this is going to be very pleasant
for you. I was out last night for a good few beers, and it doesn't usually
make for a particularly pleasant dump. Normally the toilet stinks to high
heaven, and I have to put up with it. Hopefully, my arse and your face will
make a good enough seal that it won't reach my nostrils, and the stink will
all stay down there with you!"

Billy only had a few moments to consider his position before a huge fart
bellowed out and filled the toilet cavity. Another two came in pretty quick
succession. For some reason they stank even worse than the ones he'd had
directly out of his dad's arsehole. His digestive system must be in some
state today. Billy gagged and heaved, and his head shook as this happened.
"I wouldn't let a few farts bother you too much, it's going to get worse
soon!" said the voice from above.

Then it started. Another fart was soon followed by a new, stonger smell.
Billy couldn't hear much apart from the quiet crackle of what sounded like a
large firm log making it's way towards the water. The smell was getting much
worse now, and Billy felt he might throw up. Finally, the splash came, and
the water hit Billy's face. "Ow, that felt like a monster", said Bob.
"They're usually not as firm as that after a night out!" he added.

He was right. Another rather silent, but extremely deadly fart hissed
ominously out of his arse. Then the deluge started. A loud splattering noise
rang out and the water splashed all over the place, including Billy's face.
The stench of this new lot was unbearable, and Billy gagged continuously.
Another huge splatter, lots more splashes, and this time he felt more than
water splattering over his face. It kept coming in huge waves, splattering
all over the place, and the smell in the confined space of the bowl was
dreadful. Billy felt his stomach churn as he breathed in the ever worsening
stench through his nose, until finally he lost it and started vomiting.
Because of the gag, it built up a painful pressure before splattering out of
the sides of the gag into the bowl. "A bit ripe down there is it?" came the
voice. "I don't know if we'll get that thing flushed afterwards what with
your vomit and my dump!"

Billy stopped vomiting, forcing the last of his mouth contents out through
the gag. Unfortunately, although the pressure allowed stuff to come out
through the gag, the elastic material still prevented any air to come in,
and he was still stuck with breathing through his nose. He tried to pull his
head out, but his dad's hands on the back of his head stopped that. "Oh no
you don't," he said, "you'll stay there till I'm done!"

Another deluge splattered all over the place. The stench of diahorrea and
vomit was appalling, Billy continued to gag uncontrollably, but he had
nothing else to vomit. Finally the deluge slowed down to a slow drip, until
finally with a few final farts, it stopped.

"That's me done, I think!" said Bob. "Ready for a wash?" With that, he
flushed the toilet, soaking Billy's face in the process.

"You can get up now, " said dad. Billy got up followed by Bob. "You can
remove the gag as well" he added. Billy did so, and walked over to the
bathroom sink to get some water to wash the last of the sick from his mouth.
He looked at his face in the mirror and saw that it was spattered with shit.


"That must have been one hell of a messy one!" said Bob.

"That was the most foul thing you've ever done!" said Billy. "I was sick!"

"That's what a good disgusting punishment should be!" said Bob. "Anyway,
back to your original punishment. Lie down!"

Billy, although his head was still swimming from the awful experience he'd
just had, realised something. His dad hadn't wiped his arse after one of the
messiest sounding shits he'd ever heard.

"Wasn't that punishment enough?" shouted Billy.

"Not at all, " replied dad. "Lie down!"

"But you didn't wipe your arse!" cried Billy. "You can't expect me to smell
your arse in that state!"

"Of course I can. But since you are worried about it, I'll give you a
choice. Either you lie down now, and smell my arse in this condition, or you
can lick it clean first. The choice is yours!"

"This is CRUEL!" shouted Billy. "I can't lick shit off your arse!"

"Well, make your choice! These are the only two options."

Billy thought about it for a minute. He was not prepared to sample what shit
tastes like, especially not a shit like that! And the smell of it in the
bowl couldn't be much worse close up, and he'd already just about dealt with
that.

"I'll not lick your arse. I'll take the punishment as it stands."

"So be it. Lie down."

Billy got back into the familiar position, and watched as the huge arse made
its way towards his face again. Bob pulled back his cheeks, and revealed
that his whole arse crack was covered in the shit. A sizeable blob of wet
looking shit was sticking out of his arsehole.

"How does it look down there," asked Bob.

"Absolutely filthy!" shrieked Billy. "There's bits of shit sticking
everywhere! And a large bit sticking out of your hole! Please don't do this,
give it at least a couple of wipes to take the worst of it off!"

"No way. I'll give you a last chance, do you want to lick it clean first?"
asked Bob.

"No," replied Billy.

"OK" said Bob. And the arse began its downward path.

As Billy's nose entered Bob's crack, he felt the blobs of shit squish
against his nose. Then Bob let go of his cheeks, and his arse closed up and
covered his whole nose in shit. His hand covered Billy's mouth, and he was
again in that ever increasingly familiar position.

Billy took his first sniff. It was horrendous. He didn't believe that it was
possible but the stench was much stronger than what he had experienced in
the bowl a few minutes earlier. He started to gag again.

"A bit smellier than usual, is it?" asked Bob. Billy continued to gag and
retch, but had no more sick in him to throw up. "Well, it's all that you
deserve. You know how bad it can be, but still you misbehave. I suggest you
think about that as you're sniffing up my stink!"

The usual routine continued, and Bob let rip a couple of farts for Billy to
inhale. He didn't enjoy them, being particularly bad today. If he'd had
anything left to throw up, it would have gone. As it was, he just had a
terrible tight feeling in his stomach as it heaved over and over again.

After it was done, and Bob had got up, Billy was allowed to go and clean
himself up. Bob now decided to wipe his arse before putting his clothes back
on. "Can't get my pants all messed up now can I?" he said with a smirk to
Billy as he stood over the sink washing his face.

They moved through to the lounge, and Bob started his latest sermon.
"Misbehaving a couple of times in a month is just keeping you in line for
this punishment. Any more than that and it will get more severe. Do you
understand me?" Billy nodded. Bob turned around and bent over, not directly
in front of Billy this time. He waited. Billy realised what was expected of
him and walked over, pressing his face into his arse. The fart blasted out.
Billy inhaled and found a particularly foul one, making him gag slightly,
even though it was shielded by Bob's clothing.

Bob rose and sat down. "You can go now" he said. Billy went off to his room.

The following day, Billy returned home late again. He cringed again as he
sneaked in, hoping to avoid his dad. It didn't work. The voice came yelling
through before Billy was half way up the stairs. Billy trudged down to face
him.

"Again?" shouted Bob. "You know how I hate repeat offences when you've been
punished before for them. Obviously the smell of my arse is not bad enough
to prevent your misdemeanours. I think something worse is called for."

Billy started to protest. "SILENCE!" shouted his dad. "You will not speak
until I tell you to!" Billy stood silent now.

"I have decided to invoke the worst of my new punishments. Toilet duty. Now
let me explain what this entails, in case you haven't worked it out. Your
experience in the bowl yesterday should give you some idea. The standard
toilet punishment for you is as follows. You will act as my toilet once for
each of my two needs. The first is to piss. When I am ready to take a piss
you will be called for. I will then piss in your mouth, and you will drink
it all down. That should be fairly easy compared to part 2!"

Billy looked very pale, but said nothing.

"The second is to shit. When I need a shit, you will come to me, lie down,
and I will shit into your mouth. You will eat my complete bowel movement.
When I am finished, you will lick my arse clean."

Billy started to cry.

"Since this is your first time, I am going to be (slightly) easier on you.
You won't be getting a meal like the one you experienced yesterday. By the
feel of my guts, I'm going to have a more healthy and solid dump today. That
shouldn't be as bad for you as yesterday's mess. But I guess it's only
better by degrees. I guess it's still going to taste pretty foul. And you
know how much I eat. I'll call you when I'm absolutely bursting, so that you
have a very large meal to deal with!"

Billy continued to sob.

"I guess you'll probably feel like throwing up when you taste it. I'll bring
through a bucket for you to do so, so you don't make a mess. If you puke,
this time I'll let you leave it in the bucket. But in future, if you throw
up, you'll swallow it back down when you're done with me! Now get out of my
sight. I'll call you when I'm ready."

Billy walked off, still crying. He sat in his room, contemplating what was
in store for him. A couple of hours later, he was called. He walked down to
face his dad.

"Time for a piss, I think!" said Bob. "Kneel down in front of me."

Billy knelt down. Bob pulled down his fly, and pulled out his cock. "Get
your mouth round it!" he ordered. Billy moved forward, and realised that
Bob's cock was very smelly. A strong smell of cock cheese filled the air.
Billy got over it and put his mouth around it.

"Good," said Bob. "Now when I start pissing, you start drinking. I don't
want any spillage, it's all going down your throat!"

Billy knelt there, waiting. A trickle of warm water started to enter his
mouth. He swallowed it and realised that it tasted very salty and acrid. He
gagged slightly, but there wasn't any time left to deal with gagging. The
trickle turned into a gush. He swallowed and swallowed, luckily not having
much time to deal with the taste. He was concerned more with getting it all
down without spilling or choking.

It seemed to go on forever. He just kept swallowing, and started to feel his
stomach getting bloated from the quantity of liquid he was dealing with.
Finally the gush stopped. A couple of last squirts, dutifully swallowed, and
he was done. Bob told him he could get up. He now realised that his mouth
was filled with the taste of a very strong concentrated piss. It was very
unpleasant, and he gagged a bit as he rose to face his dad.

"Gagging on a bit of piss are you? I can't imagine how you are going to feel
when you deal with the other end!" smirked Bob. "I guess that was quite a
strong one, it's the first I've had today, and it's nearly bed-time! What
did it taste like?"

"Very strong and salty, and there was tons of it! My stomach feels very
bloated," said Billy.

"Well, I'm pretty big, and can hold a lot of piss!" said dad. "Unfortunately
for you, I can also hold a lot of shit! You can go now, and think about
that!"

Billy shuddered, and ran back up to his room. Nothing happened that night,
and he fell asleep.

The following morning, he went down for breakfast, and found dad sitting
there, eating a huge pile of bacon and eggs. Jeff had already left for work.

"Morning son!" said Bob. "Sleep well?"

"I slept OK" replied Billy.

There was a long pause as Billy sat there silently watching Bob eat. Bob
broke the silence.

"I haven't forgotten, you know. I'm just not desperate enough yet! But I
warn you, I wouldn't eat too much this morning, it's going to some soon!"

Billy squirmed again, and went off to drink a glass of milk.

The morning passed, and lunch time arrived. Bob sat down to a hearty lunch.
Billy appeared, looking for his, but Bob said "I wouldn't bother. Your lunch
will be ready straight after mine!"

Billy sat at the table, looking very pale, as Bob wolfed down his lunch.
Finally he was finished.

"OK" said Bob. "Are you ready?"

"No," replied Billy.

"Too bad. I'm bursting now, so you're going to have to deal with it.
Hopefully this will be the punishment to end all punishments!" he said. "Lie
down."

Billy got into the usual position, while his dad removed his trousers and
pants. He crouched in the usual position above Billy's face. He pulled his
cheeks apart, and Billy looked up at his arsehole, shuddering. It looked
just as dirty as usual. It started to move down, but instead of coming to
rest over his nose, his hole dropped down into position over his mouth.

"Stick your tongue into my hole. I want to make sure I'm positioned
correctly!" said Bob.

Billy stuck out his tongue, missing his hole by a bit. Bob moved slightly
until he felt Billy's tongue at his hole, and pushed his arse down in its
final position.

"OK, I seem to be in the right place. Why don't you give my hole a good
tonguing, I think it'll make it easier for me to take my dump!"

Billy started to push his tongue into Bob's hole. He wriggled it about, and
pulled it back. He realised that as he did so, there was a strong taste of
shit on it. He felt a bit sick. Because of the tongue work he was having to
breathe through his nose as well, which smelled the usual foul smell that
was usually found in his dad's arse-crack. He licked about, and found that
dad's hole, which was pretty tight to start with, was loosening up. A
stronger stench seemed to be coming now that his hole was opening up, and
Billy felt sicker.

"That's fine" boomed down the voice from above. Now get your lips firmly
round my hole. I don't want any mess, and I'd also quite like to avoid the
usual stink I make when I take a dump!"

Billy complied, and pressed his lips firmly around his dad's sphincter.
"Let's get started then!" said dad.

A large fart rasped out of his hole into Billy's mouth. His cheeks puffed
out, and he exhaled through his nose. He didn't realise that it would stink
just as bad when breathed out through his nose instead of in, and wasn't
quite prepared. He started to gag again as the foul stench hit him. "I
wouldn't get too worried about a fart, it's going to get worse in a minute!"
laughed dad.

Another couple of farts came, and these stank progressively worse. Then it
started. Billy felt his dad's sphincter start to bulge out at he started to
strain to shit. He stuck his tongue out to feel his hole, and found that it
was beginning to open up. A few moments passed and he felt the tip of a turd
starting to appear out of his hole. The hole got bigger and bigger as the
turd pushed it's way out of Bob's arsehole, and into Billy's open mouth.
Billy could tell it was a monster as it pushed it's way past his lips and
started to touch his tongue. He wasn't yet conscious of any real taste, but
the smell was bad enough. It continued it's path into Billy's mouth until it
started hitting the back of his throat. Billy started to struggle and choke.

"I think that's a decent mouthful by the feel of things!" came the voice
from above. "I'll break it there." Bob pushed his hole shut, breaking the
turd and pushing a bit more into Billy's open mouth. "OK. Chew that one up,
and when you're done, stick your tongue into my hole. That will signal to me
that you're ready for your next mouthful."

Billy was now lying there, his dad's huge arse on his face, and with a
mouthful of shit. Saliva was beginning to break down the outside of the turd
and let its flavour seep out. Billy swallowed the saliva mixture, and as he
did so, tasted the taste that was awaiting him. He'd never tasted anything
like it, and started to heave. He struggled to keep himself under control,
and fought off the gagging response. He realised that his mouthful was far
too much to swallow whole, and that he was, unfortunately, going to have to
chew it up, and swallow it over bit by bit. He also knew that as soon as he
did so, he would unleash the full flavour of the turd, and that was a very
unpleasant prospect.

"Come on down there, get chewing. I'm desperate to continue!" shouted dad.

Billy finally plucked up the courage, and bit through the log. The taste hit
him immediately and he started to retch. He got himself back under control,
and started chewing. It was horrendous. The firm log was getting broken down
by his chewing, and was sticking to the whole inside of his mouth, his
teeth, his tongue. The taste just continued to get stronger and he gagged
continuously as he chewed. He paused for a bit to get himself under control,
and swallowed a bit. He felt it slither down his throat and into his
stomach, and started to feel really sick. He chewed a bit more, and
swallowed a bit more, and gagged a bit more. Finally, after about four
swallows, he got the whole thing down. He paused as the saliva washed the
coating partially off the inside of his mouth, swishing it round his teeth,
and swallowed that over as well.

He couldn't quite bring himself to do it, but the voice came from above,
"What are you waiting for?" With that, Billy stuck out his tongue into dad's
hole, which still had a sizeable amount of squashed shit in it where he'd
broken it off. As soon as he did so, the hole opened up again, and the
remainder of the monster turd started again. This continued on into his
mouth, finally stopping at its end accompanied by a loud fart. Billy started
to chew again. He chewed it up, still gagging at the foul taste, and
swallowed it over bit by bit.

He stuck out his tongue again, without prompting this time. A new turd
started, this one feeling a bit less firm than the last. It tasted a bit
stronger and fouler than the last one, and as he started to chew it, he felt
his stomach start to go. He shouted up "I'm going to be sick!" His dad got
up, and Billy placed his head over the bucket and retched the whole lot up.
He sat there, regaining his composure while his dad stood next to him, naked
from the waist down.

"That was the most disgusting thing I've ever done!" Billy said. You can't
begin to understand how awful it was. I feel really sick now!"

"You're saying that as if it was over!" replied dad. "I've hardly started!
As soon as you've recovered enough from your vomit, you'll lie back down,
and we'll continue. And in future, if you use that bucket, its contents will
all go down your throat afterwards!"

Billy started to cry, but his dad just stood there looking stern. He
realised there was no escape, and resignedly lay back down on the floor and
opened his mouth. Dad placed his arse back onto his face. His hole opened
again, and a rather softer, mushier turd entered his mouth. It tasted even
more foul than before. As he started to chew it up, he heaved and gagged
again, but there was no more sick to come up. The horrible taste filled his
mouth, but he summoned up the stamina to swallow it over.

Billy endured another four mouthfuls of shit of a similar consistency, and
it didn't seem to be getting any easier. He continuously felt the hard urge
to vomit, but managed to control himself. Finally Bob was done with his
movement. "OK, that's me finished, you can clean me up" he said.

Billy stick out his tongue and swabbed his arsehole, removing the last of
the shit from it. There was still a fair amount sticking out of it, and he
found that he had to push his tongue into the hole to get it properly clean.

"Finished?" bob asked. "Yes," Billy replied. "Then take a sniff to make sure
it's clean" said Bob.

Bob moved his hole over Billy's nose, and he took a sniff. It still stank to
high heaven, but looked pretty clean. "No worse than normal" replied Billy.
"Good" replied Bob and got up.

Bob put his clothes back on, and Billy got up off the floor. He felt very
sick, and felt the shit sitting in his stomach. He also still had a strong
taste of it in his mouth that he couldn't get rid of. He stood there in
front of his dad.

"What did you think of that then?" asked Bob.

"I've never been so disgusted!" replied Billy. "I feel very sick now, can I
go and lie down?"

"Will that be a lesson to you? I don't want to have to do this again, but if
you continue to misbehave, then that is exactly what you will get. And
there's plenty of ways that I can think of to make it taste even fouler than
the nice dump you got today!"

"If that is what I have to expect, then I'll never offend again!" replied
Billy, still feeling sickened at the prospect of having to endure that
punishment again.

"Very well, off you go!" said Bob. Billy slunk off to his room and lay on
his bed feeling very sick.

Of course it did happen again, and Billy got exactly the same treatment
again. He was in some ways lucky, as on each of the following occasions he
only had to endure a similar dump to that which he had already had. He had
never experienced the taste of one like he'd witnessed with his head in the
bowl after dad had had a night out. It still wasn't getting any easier.

We now return to the present day with Billy sitting in his room. He is
contemplating his fate after his dad had awarded him with a week of toilet
duty for the whole household and guests.

He was called down a couple of times during that day when his dad needed to
piss. This wasn't too bad to deal with now. He still dreaded having to deal
with one of his dad's sizeable dumps though, and also felt embarrassed that
he was going to be exposed to guests as well.

He hadn't even though about his brother Jeff. Dad had closed the toilet with
a sign reading "Due to a punishment, this toilet is closed. Please ask Bob
for details of alternative arrangements".

Jeff came home from work, and went straight to the toilet. He had been
bursting for a piss and a shit for some time during the day, but had been to
busy to go. He went through to his dad and asked "What's with the sign dad?"

"Billy's been naughty again. I've given him a rather severe punishment, but
he deserves it. If you're needing the toilet, then his mouth is the place to
go."

Jeff looked stunned. "You're kidding!"

"No I'm not," replied dad.

Jeff's face broke out into a smirk. "Well, I actually think I'm going to
enjoy this! I hope he's hungry!"

Jeff shouted for Billy. He appeared shortly.

"I see the toilet's not in use this week, " said Jeff. "And you're the
alternative arrangements!"

Billy nodded woefully.

"Well, on your knees then, scumball!" shouted Jeff.

Billy dropped down to his knees. Jeff whipped out his dick and put it into
Billy's open mouth. He then gushed a load of hot salty piss, which Billy
gulped down.

"That must have been pretty grim!" said Jeff. Billy nodded. "But not as grim
as what's coming next! Lie down!"

Billy felt somewhat ashamed to be abused this way by his brother. But dad
was watching intently, so he knew he'd better not try anything. He lay down.

Billy dropped his trousers and pants, and sat over Billy's face. "Nice
view?" he asked with a smirk. He put his hole over Billy's nose. "What's it
smell like down there?" Billy took a sniff, and found that his brother was a
little more hygienic than his dad, but not much. "Horrible!" replied Billy.
Jeff unleashed a large fart into Billy's nose, and Billy instinctively
sniffed it in and started to choke on it. "How about now?" asked Jeff.
"Worse!" shouted Billy.

"Enough fun and games," said Jeff. "I really am bursting."

He repositioned himself with his hole over Billy's mouth. Billy pressed his
lips up to his hole like he had for dad. Jeff then dumped a load into
Billy's mouth. It wasn't quite as grim as his dad's ones, but it still
caused him to gag a lot. "I guess that must be pretty tasty!" smirked Jeff
as he dumped more into Billy's mouth. Billy could say nothing as he chewed
and chewed the constant flow of shit coming from his brother's arse.

It finally stopped, and Billy licked his arse clean without being asked.
"Full service!" commented Jeff. "I should do this more often!"

"Now that's enough Jeff, " commented dad. "Remember this is a punishment,
not a game!"

Jeff walked off with a smirk, leaving Billy to get up and savour the
remaining flavour.

Later in the evening came the news Billy wasn't looking forward to.

"I'm off down the pub to meet my mates", said dad. "I'll not be back till
late. And by the way, some of them are invited over for some beers and a
card game tomorrow afternoon. I'm sure you'll be looking forward to that!"

"That's not fair!" Billy cried. "You hardly ever have visitors in. You're
only doing this to make my punishment even worse!"

"That's true," said dad. "But you never know, they may not all need to go at
the same time!" he laughed as he turned around and left.

Billy cried himself to sleep that night, and didn't hear his dad stumbling
in in the early hours of the morning.

The following day, Billy awoke to find dad making preparations for his
guests. Not long after lunch, they started to filter in. As they all
arrived, they smirked and made knowing looks to Billy. It looked to Billy
like they had already been informed about the toilet arrangements in this
household.

Five guys arrived in total, and they all sat around the table as dad started
playing cards with them. The beers were flowing nicely, and they were all
having a good time, laughing and joking.

Dave, a fat, ugly man, piped up at one point. "You know, that was some
session we had last night. God I was drunk. And that curry afterwards was
probably not a good idea! I'm bound to have a pretty unpleasant shit when I
need to go. I felt the need pretty urgently this morning, but managed to
control myself. I don't think it will be long though!"

The others laughed. Fred piped up, "Yeah, I haven't taken a shit yet either.
Unusual for me after a curry and Guinness night out!" More laughter. The
others seemed to be the same. Billy was looking very pale sitting slightly
away from the other guys. He realised that his dad hadn't taken a shit
either since his punishment was decreed.

Finally, one of them had to ask. Frank, a skinny old guy, asked "So Billy,
what does it taste like?"

"Like shit!" said Billy. The assembled crowd all fell about in fits of
laughter. "Does all shit taste the same?" asked Joe, another fat man, even
fatter than his dad. "It is all absolutely disgusting!" shouted Billy.

"Good punishment you're dad's handed out. Might try it on my boys. Bob says
it seems to be working for you!" said Jim, the last of the five.

Frank asked, "Do you reckon the smellier the fart, the more disgusting the
shit tastes?" The crowd fell to fits of giggles again. "That's true
actually," said Billy.

"Let's try out the theory then!" said his dad. Nods of approval went round
the table.

Billy's dad rose from his seat and walked over. "Lie down Billy!" he
ordered. Billy did as he was told, and lay down in the middle of the room.

Bob dropped his trousers and pants, and sat his smelly hole onto Billy's
nose. "Each of us are going to sit in this position. You will sniff and get
a good whiff of their arse stink, and when they fart, you will inhale. Got
that?" Billy nodded as best as he could under his dad's arse. "We'll
actually turn this into a contest, and you can be the judge. Tell us who has
the smelliest arse, and who has the rankest fart!"

He sniffed and inhaled the familiar stench of his dad's hole. A silent fart
hissed out of his hole directly up Billy's nose. Billy inhaled deeply. It
was far worse than any his dad had given before and Billy gagged and choked.
He farted again, and it was just as rank.

He got up, and said "Who's next then?"

Dave wandered over and bared his massive arse. He sat down into position and
Billy started to sniff. It was more unfamiliar smelling someone elses arse
stink, and it was actually worse than his dad's. A loud fart blasted up his
nose, and it was very smelly. Not as bad as dad's but enough to make Billy
gag again.

Dave got up, and was replaced by Frank. He certainly didn't seem to go in
for hygiene in any big way, and his crack smelled appalling. Billy gagged
even before the fart came, which was curiously mild compared to the other
two. "Guess my fart is not so good. I wasn't out with the rest of them last
night!" said Frank.

Fred sat down in position. His arse didn't smell so bad, he must be better
at washing than the others. The fart was grim though. Billy inhaled it and
felt his stomach churn. It was a real eggy wet one. Fred noticed that his
fart had an effect, and blasted out another. Billy sniffed again, and was
very nearly sick. "Those a bit ripe for you then? That's the effect Guinness
has on you!" The others laughed uncontrollably.

Fred got up, and Joe sat down. It took some effort to part his massive
cheeks to let Billy's nose get right into the source. When it did, he found
the most horrendous stench awaiting him. Billy struggled and shook and his
stomach churned. "I don't know why you're struggling, you're not going
anywhere!" Joe said, laughing. "I'm afraid I'm too fat to get into our bath
now, so I just don't bother trying anymore!" A silent deadly fart hissed
from his hole. Billy sniffed it in, and it was so powerful it made his eyes
water. Joe rose up laughing while Billy lay on the floor, still gagging from
the experience.

Finally Jim sat down, and he seemed to be pretty clean. The fart was still
pretty foul though when it came. It felt like he'd had at least as many
beers as the rest of them last night. He then got up, and rejoined the rest
of them.

"So, who's the winner of the smelliest arse then?" asked his dad.
"Definitely Joe!" cried Billy. Joe shook with laughter, and was joined by
the rest of them. "And the fart?" continued dad. Billy thought for a moment.
Most of them were pretty grim, but the worst had to be "Fred!" he exclaimed.
Fred looked very proud, and they all laughed again.

"Alright Joe, you can collect your prize!" said dad with a wink to Joe. Joe
took the hint, and walked back over to Billy, and placed his arse back on
his face. "Enjoy!" said Joe, and he placed his hand over Billy's mouth. He
sat there for a good ten minutes while Billy sniffed and gagged. He added in
a couple of extra foul farts for good measure.

He got up again and rejoined the group. "Fred, your turn!" said dad.

Fred wandered over but didn't sit down. Instead he bent over and parted his
cheeks. "Get your nose in there!" he ordered. Billy complied and was
rewarded with another one of one of Fred's sickening farts blasting up his
nose. He gagged, but he kept his nose in Fred's crack. Another fart hissed
out and again Billy inhaled. Another four of Fred's terrible farts had to be
endured with Billy getting ever sicker before he was told, "OK, you can come
out now!"

The group cheered again as Fred wandered back over to them.

Billy's dad quietened them down. "OK, the fun's over, well for Billy
anyway!" he said. "I'm afraid, Billy, that it's time for your main
punishment. That is, after all, what the guys are here for. Because of the
quantity of shit that's going to be involved, I don't mind if you throw up.
After all, if you throw up one of our logs, then there will soon be another
to replace it!"

Billy started crying. The men started laughing.

"You guys let me go first, so I can show you the ropes. It's pretty simple.
Sit with your hole directly over his mouth. Dump out enough to give him a
decent mouthful. Watch his cheeks puff out as a guide if you like. When he's
done chewing and swallowing, he'll stick his tongue out to signal that he's
ready for more. He'll clean you up when he's finished."

The guys all watched intently as Bob sat his arse down on Billy's face.
Billy got his mouth round his hole as normal. "Make sure you've got a pretty
tight seal with your lips today," said dad, "as this one is going to be
messy!"

Billy cringed with horror as he looked up at his dad's arse. A fart hissed
into his mouth puffing out his cheeks. As he exhaled it, the stench made him
feel very queasy. His hole opened, and a firm turd entered his mouth. Dad
broke it off, and he started to chew. It was as awful as usual, and he still
felt the urge to throw up, but it was no worse. Perhaps dad was going to
have a decent dump after all!

He stuck out his tongue, and the second half of the firm turd came. He
chewed and swallowed it as before, with no small difficulty.

He stuck out his tongue a third time. A gush of wet shit blasted out of his
arse filling his mouth in seconds. He thought that dad was going to shit out
too much, but he managed to control it (just). Billy's mouth was now full to
the brim, cheeks puffed out, with the most horrendous substance he had ever
tasted. He struggled and his stomach heaved just at the stench of the
contents of his mouth. He tried to control himself and start chewing, but as
the full flavour of the extremely bitter and foul waste hit his tastebuds he
felt his stomach going again. He gagged uncontrollably, but somehow managed
to get it all down. He realised that this was what that foul dump that he'd
witnessed and smelled at close quarters a couple of months ago, actually
tasted like.

He felt extremely reluctant to stick out his tongue for another mouthful,
but knew he had no choice. As soon as he did so, another deluge filled his
mouth. It tasted ever fouler than the last, if that were possible. He felt
sick to the stomach as he dealt with this mouthful.

On the next mouthful, he lost the plot. He pushed his head up and out, bent
over the bucket and heaved his guts up. This continued for a few minutes
while the men round the table watched and chuckled. "A bit stong for you,
was it?" asked Fred? "Just wait to you get to me, and you'll find out what
foul is REALLY like!" The men all cheered.

Billy stopped heaving, and his pleading eyes went up to his dad. "Please
don't make me continue!" he whined. "Sorry son, you're going to complete
this punishment, regardless of how many times you throw up!" said dad.

Billy lay back down, sobbing. Dad, with no compassion, sat back down and
unleashed another deluge of diahorrea into his mouth. Billy chewed and
swallowed it over, followed by another three mouthfuls before dad was
finished. He then licked his arse clean.

Dad got up. Billy lay there with a very sick feeling in his stomach, and an
unbelievably foul taste in his mouth. He cringed as he realised that there
was another five of these men to get through. "Please stop now!" he implored
his dad. "Shut up!" shouted his dad. "Right, who's next?"

Frank wandered over and got into position. He dumped his load into Billy's
mouth, and Billy chewed it up. It was like a breath of fresh air compared to
his dad's dump, but then Frank hadn't been in the bar last night. Three
mouthfuls of fairly solid turd, and it was complete.

Dave's grim smelling arse was then placed onto his open mouth. A fairly foul
load came out, fairly solid but a bit mushy. Billy started to gag again, and
felt his stomach get ever sicker. Two mouthfuls into Dave's session, and it
got too much for Billy again. He got his head out and into the bucket again,
throwing up little more than the two mouthfuls he'd just been given. "I
guess mine is about as bad as your dad's then!" smirked Dave. "Never mind,
I've still got plenty left to replace that!"

Billy, looking extremely pale and very sick, lay down again, and Dave
continued his movement. It got runnier towards the end, which tasted even
more vile, but could at least be swallowed over quickly. After being
cleaned, Dave got up.

Bob came over and sat down. A firm log was dealt with by Billy fairly
easily, but soon went the same way as his dad's dump, and started blasting
large amounts of soft, acrid shit, pretty runny, but still needing to be
chewed and tasted before being swallowed. Billy gagged and heaved
continuously as Bob unleashed mouthful after mouthful into Billy, the taste
being the worst yet, worse even that his dad's. "Feels like my guts are
playing me up a bit. Must be a bit unpleasant for you down there!" he
laughed. Understatement of the year. Sick to the stomach and gagging
uncontrollably, Billy managed to get it all down without throwing up again.
His hole was in a real mess when he was finished, and it took a while to
clean him up, but finally it was all accomplished.

Billy felt very, very sick now, and he still wasn't finished. Joe lumbered
over, and again parted his huge cheeks. "I'm afraid, being the biggest guy
here, you're in for a sorry ride. If I am bursting, and I am, then you've
got a very sizeable meal in front of you!" he said. He started to dump out a
fairly solid load, which was dealt with by Billy fairly easily. It wasn't as
foul as Bob's, but did require chewing, and Billy managed to chew and
swallow it down with a minimal amount of gagging. But Billy was getting
progressively sicker again, and while healing with his sixth mouthful, found
that he couldn't deal with the quantity. Up he got and up came the contents
of his stomach again. Looking grim as hell now, he resignedly lay back down,
and Joe got back into position. "Reckon I'm about half way through now!" he
chuckled. Another six mouthfuls of progressively wetter shit was finished up
by a couple of mouthfuls of bitter diahorrea which tasted really bad. Billy
had to get up and throw again. "Bloody hell, throwing up twice in one
session? That can't be good for you!" Joe laughed, as he sat back down to
squirt out the last of his shit into Billy's gagging mouth, and then got his
hole tongued clean.

Jim sidled over with a smirk, and placed his arse down on Billy's face. A
fairly solid dump began, not particularly bad compared with some of the rest
of them. Four mouthfuls and it was gone.

One left, and Billy remembered that Fred had won the foul fart competition.
Curry and Guinness he remembered. Still, he didn't think he could be sick
again if he tried.

Fred wandered over. "I bet you're looking forward to mine!" he smirked. He
got on to Billy's face, and placed his hole over Billy's nose, thinking that
he'd give him another couple of his prime farts first. Billy was gagging as
he sniffed these. "A taste of things to come!" smirked Fred, as he moved his
hole so it was over Billy's hole. A couple more farts and then it started.
An indescribably foul substance oozed out of his arse gradually filling
Billy's mouth. More and more came, and he started to taste it. The taste was
unbelievable, and it felt like it was burning his mouth. More and more came
until his mouth was puffed out. "Ow!" said Fred. "That felt like a real ring
stinger! Get it chewed up so I can get this over with quickly!"

Billy started to chew and found that it really was causing a burning
sensation in his mouth, along with an indescribably foul and bitter taste.
Even the mushy consistency was foul. He chewed and gagged over and over, and
gradually swallowed it down. As he did so, his stomach heaved, and it came
back into his mouth again. He chewed and swallowed it back down. Fred's next
load came accompanied by loads of putrid gas, and this made it difficult to
concentrate on chewing and breathing. He did manage, and chewed it down. He
didn't think it possible, but the next mouthful was even more foul, and he
gagged and gagged as he swallowed it down. Another last mouthful and a
cleanup, and he was done. "Tasty?" asked Fred with a laugh.

Fred returned to the group, who sat there chuckling.

"So Billy, how was that?" asked dad.

"I feel very ill" was Billy's whimpering reply.

"Have you learned your lesson?" dad asked.

"Yes" was Billy's soft reply.

"If there's ever a next time, I'll only add more guys, and I'll also get you
to eat the contents of the bucket as well! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes" said Billy.

"You can go," said dad.

Billy went to his room, and fell on to his bed. He felt sicker that he'd
ever done before. The taste of the shit was still with him, and he couldn't
get rid of it. He still had a gutful of shit, and it made him feel extremely
queasy.

This time, he'd never do it again. Until the next time.