From: slick@ican.net (Slick)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.scat
Subject: The Communion (M/M, ws, scat)
Date: Fri, 06 Jun 1997 05:38:20 GMT


WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT 
FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 
18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING 
ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND 
ACTIVITIES.


                  THE COMMUNION: Complete Devotion
                              by Bison

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

                                     ***   

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