Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2000 21:21:40 PDT
From: bawdypen@hotmail.com
Subject: Pirates, Slaves, and Other Captives Part 2

Pirates, Slave and Other Captives 2
bawdypen@hotmail.com
                (scat / submissive / ws)


    PIRATES, SLAVE AND OTHER CAPTIVES 2

   Only two weeks into my maiden voyage with the Norwegian
schooner from my home town of Oslo, we ran into pirates! I was
taken aboard, along with several other younger crewmen. We were
headed for warmer waters I was told. I was also told that being
the youngest on board, I would be the new suckboy! I'd heard
tales of cabin boys being  subjected to untold infamies aboard
ship, but nothing like that had happened during my few weeks of
service. My father had made inquiries beforehand that ensured
my protection. He'd checked thoroughly the integrity of the
line I'd signed on with. But...he hadn't taken into account
the possibility of pirates!
   These were rough, unscrupulous men. Men that took no
account of the morals of civilized people. Men who took their
pleasure when and how they pleased. Men who could hold no favor
with having women aboard because of the ancient superstition of
them being bad luck, but felt no compunction at taking liber-
ties with younger, vulnerable lads and boys. I came into that
latter category...I was a mere 14 when I'd signed on. I was
also very innocent of the baser desires of lusty men and the
debauchery men of their sort were capable of subjecting a
boy to!
   I was soon to find out. It was 1817 and I'd been taught
to believe that the world was beyond the violent excesses of
the past. But those teachers had obviously never come across
pirates!
   I was led to a cabin of my own by one of the younger
rogues. He was rough, yet sympathetic and amusing. Still, he
ripped my blouse and bared my hairless chest to run his hands
along me. I flinched at his strangely intimate caresses to the
front and back of my trousers.
   "Don't be mindin' this, boy. You be remembering 'em as love
touches fore they're done. Oh, yes...you have some goodies in
here, doncha? If the Captain wouldn't run me through, I'd have
them britches down right quick...you c'n bet on that!" he
laughed.
   "Please, sir, leave off with your nasty fondlings. I'm a
gentleman!"
   "Heh, heh, heh. We'll see. You'll have to lick the
Captain's balls, you know," he leered seductively at me. "Be
interesting to see how a little gentleman does it. He don't
keep 'em too clean, neither!" he laughed, opening the door.
"Oh, ye gots the run o' the ship, for now. You'll be safe til
after ya sees the Captain, anyway. Don't get no notions 'bout
jumpin' over. These is shark waters."
   "Uh, the Captain said I was to be the new, um, suckboy,
W-what's that, exactly?" I gulped, afraid of the answer.
   "Woowie, ain't you the green one! Aintcha never sucked
a prick?"
   "N-no, of course not!"
   "You will, honey...all of 'em!" he howled, slamming the
door.
   I collapsed on the bunk and cried myself to sleep,
bemoaning my fate. I awoke to the sounds coming from the next
cabin. A man was yelling that he wanted something given to him.
Peeking out the door, I saw the way was clear and tentatively
stepped out--tiptoeing to the open door of the next cabin. My
mouth fell open at the sight of three naked pirates engaged in
perversions!
   "AYE, SAM...BUGGER ME ARSE! GIVE IT TO ME, YOU SCALAWAG!"
   The stench of rum hit my nostrils as I peeked in. The man
yelling stood with his legs spread, bending and clutching the
legs of a nearby table. He was bearded and very hairy all over.
The man behind him called him Red and was plunging his very
long member in and out of the fellow's rectum with a vengeance!
My own anus automatically twitched in sympathy for the pain he
must have been experiencing. Why then was he clamoring for more
and thrusting his bottom back? A third pirate--also sporting a
stiff organ which he manipulated rapidly--was being absolutely
bestial! He sat on the floor between the two pairs of legs, his
head askew as he ran his tongue salaciously over the copulating
organs just above him!
   He lapped both pairs of swinging balls, Red's bobbing
prick, and along the undershaft of the slimy cock buggering the
man. That alone was revolting to witness, but he also managed
to slide his tongue along Sam's greasy arsecrack and lewdly
lick his anus! His actions were unfathomable to me, having
encountered how vile these animals smelled. I mused with
scarcasm that it must be what passes as A Pirate's Bath!
   Very disturbing was becoming aware that I'd been rubbing
my crotch against the frame to pressure my cockstand. I became
lightheaded with confusion as to why my prick was betraying me.
For now it was not only the crude sounds and vulgar language
burning my ears--together with the unholy sights--but wafting
in my direction was the reeking scent coming from Red's bowels
and the prick that repeatedly sloshed from his fetid bunghole.
While I was fighting back nausea, it seemed to make the man
beneath them all the more agitated with lust as he concentrated
solely on licking along that filthy shaft.
   "AHHH! POUND ME INNARDS, SAM!" Red demanded. "BY FUCK,
I'M ABOUT TO SPRITZ! SUCK ME, MORT!" He grabbed the man below
by the hair and pulled him onto his cock, ramming it down his
throat and spending instantly. I could clearly see Mort's
throat greedily accepting the explosion and washing it down.
Then he spat the softening organ from his lips and scurried
away to kneel beside the bottomfuck.
   "He's finished. Put it where it'll be more appreciated...
give it here, man! I'll suck your load and clean your foul
prick at the same time!"
   Red was now eager to disengage. Sam grunted, withdrawing
his spear and waving it in the man's face impatiently.
   "Oh, mother of mercy that's ripe! Just the way I like a
prick to smell...fresh from a bumfuck!" He took the throbbing
weapon into his mouth, sucking and licking the grime and anal
juices from it...and in short order the thick spunk from Sam's
balls! He prolonged the man's ejaculation by thrusting a finger
up his arsehole at the very moment. Sam growled and screwed his
bottom onto the probing digit--his body shuttering violently as
he flooded the prick-sucker's mouth. I saw the other man's
untouched cock jerk uncontrollably--spraying streams of white
froth over his legs and everywhere!
   Red was laughing, bending over to pick up his bottle. Mort
sluiced his fingers up the man's hairy crevice and licked them!
   "Ya greedy cur!" Red chuckled. "You be gettin' to like that
shit o' mine, hunh?"
   "Aye, mate, you might say that. You might even say it's
intoxicating, tasting some of your rum-soaked turd!" He began
to lick Sam's dripping calves, but the man pushed him away and
began to dress.
   "It'll dry. I best be gettin' to the watch."
   I hurried back to my cabin before I was discovered.
   I was roused early by a skinny, ugly-faced rogue with a
patch over one eye.
   "Cap'n wants ya. Last cabin down the end. Best high-tail
it, sonny."
   I hopped up and started to scurry into my clothes.
   "Naw, don't bother with them," he chuckled, "dressing gown
be good enough. Git!"
   Gulping, I made my way into the corridor and went the way
he pointed. Hesitating, and shaking with fear, I tapped lightly
on the Captain's door.
   The cook opened the door, smirked, and nodded for me to
enter. He picked up a tray. The Captain, a husky, bushy-haired
giant of a man was sitting on his bunk, wiping away the
remnants of his breakfast. He waved impatiently, dismissing the
cook, then gave me a lusty sneer followed by a big grin as he
motioned me forward...his eyes appraising me up and down.
   "Come closer, laddie. Let's see what we have here.
Closer." He reached out and pulled me between his massive
thighs. "And your name would be?"
   "P-Petre, sir. Petre von Sant. I pray you wish me no harm,
Captain. I'm only..."
   "Sweet little melons, by damn," he hissed, his hands around
me, his palms cupping my bottom.
   I cringed but I was afraid to move away. Slowly, his
fingers began to draw up the back of my nightgown until his
hands were clasping my naked buttocks, causing me to shiver.
I flinched when one of his fingers dragged a trail between my
cheeks and over my hole. He removed that hand and brought it to
his face, running the finger beneath his nose.
   "Mmm, light and innocent that scent be. Sweet ambrosia that
quickens a man's tool. See for yourself, me lad. Lift my
tailshirt and take a gander."
   Reluctantly, I reached down and began to slowly draw the
material up, baring his thighs and privates. His hairy thighs
repulsed me as I stared apprehensively. My eyes opened wide as
I gazed in terror and astonishment at the incredibly thick
organ standing fully upright. It was menacing, blood-engorged,
and throbbing. I blanched in embarrassment being forced to look
upon his genitals in so obscene and lewd a state as that. I
involuntarily took in a gasp of breath, trying to control an
encroaching lightheadedness as my eyes refused to turn away
from the sight. I was frozen, transfixed. The huge bulbous
knob, the veiny, pulsing shaft, the impossibly large bag of
balls covered with silky dark hair...I gasped aloud.
   "That be yore first, main, and primary duty aboard this
ship, boy. Bend down and say hello with a big wet smooch on
the head."
   I blinked and stared at him as he gently, but insistently,
forced my head down to his lap. My descent was a host of
bombarding emotions and fears. In a cloud I got closer and
closer to the vulgar object. First I smelled the robust
manliness of his privates. That gave me a remarkable, unwanted
wave of desire. But that soon gave way to the stagnant,
festering odor emanating from his balls. It was overpowering
and I wondered if the Captain often washed them...indeed, if
he'd ever washed them since his birth!
   "With your lips, boy!" He demanded gruffly. "Wrap your
sweet little lips over my crown and give it a smack."
   Fighting a wave of nausea I allowed my lips to brush across
the crimson head. It was amazingly hot to the touch, yet soft
and pliant. My mouth came away with a streak of moisture on my
lips. He grunted and fisting his shaft wiped it back and forth
across my mouth, leaving more trails of slimy wetness. Quickly,
frightened of what he may do should I hesitate any longer, I
barely parted my lips and placed a loud kiss upon the mushy
knob.
   "Stay," he ordered when I attempted to rise. "Might have
had a few moments delay had you swooped right down and smooched
it, but you ain't being very respectful, lad. So this time put
your mouth over the head and give it good suck!" He forced me
back onto it until the crown had slipped past my lips, then
held me there. "SUCK ON IT! SUCK TIL I GIVE YOU LEAVE, LADDIE!"
   The heady pungency nearly caused me to swoon and I
obediently began to nurse the bloated knob. Had the smell not
been so horrendous I might have taken my subjugation with a bit
more resignation. For, in truth, the object was not in itself
as repulsive as I had imagined it would be. Nay, a perfectly
delightful thing to suck on...were the circumstances more
favorable and the companion more to my choosing. But along with
the stench soon came an assault to my tastebuds. Picturing
again what had transpired the night before, I had to wonder in
what unholy orifice his prick may have recently been entombed!
I drove such thoughts from my mind as my sucking was rapidly
dissipating the taste. In fact, a not entirely distasteful
flavor was taking over...fluid was oozing from his pisshole
...fluid I was familiar with and had previously found quite
favorable in my intimate, solo endeavors. For a few fleeting
moments the ordeal was nearly endurable. Then he pulled me off.
Off, but not up. Grabbing me by the ears he mashed my face into
the crease between his thigh and his balls.
   "Lick muh big nuts, lad. Dig your tongue in there and slop
them knockers."
   The area was moist, steaming with fetid gaminess that
threatened to convulse me with dizziness. Surely a man's balls
do not normally reek like this. But then it was becoming
apparent the Captain was not a normal man by civilized
standards. Regardless, an urgency remained...the sooner I
licked my way through the dense foliage and laved the offending
wrinkled sac, the sooner I'd be permitted to breathe honest air
again.
   While my head was buried in his odorous crotch he was
slowly pulling up my gown--finally snapping my head back
momentarily to wrench it free, leaving me entirely naked.
Fortunately, his impatience saved me from having to complete
the tour to the other side of his sticky gonads. Instead, he
spun me around, still bent over as I was, and clamped his rough
paws onto my bottom and pulled me back--his face meeting me
halfway--and dug his nose into my arsecrack and began to sniff
it lasciviously.
   "Mmmm. Mmmm." He rummaged into my most intimate spot,
drawing whatever scents he could deeply up his nostrils. "A
pleasant mildness, but only a tease. We'll be having this kept
ripe and crusty in the future," he muttered more to himself,
then began to lick the area frantically! He'd stab his tongue
up my rear hole, stopping only to suck wildly on my tender
anus. As demented as his ministrations were, I could not deny
the exquisite titillations his wet tongue was affording me as
he moaned in bliss, rapaciously prying my cheeks apart to probe
my inner recesses. This was beyond my limited experience in
such matters, and my body reacted accordingly to the unique
sensation. My breath quickened, my body tingled and my penis
began to inflate. Discovering this when his hands began to roam
over me, he pulled his mouth from my arse and turned me.
   A quick, lusty leer of appreciation from him left me
blushing with humiliation. He grasped my lewdly excited prick,
stroking it while slathering his tongue over my near-hairless
testicles. Soon, he'd plunged his mouth over my organ and
engulfed it to the point where he was able to simultaneously
resume licking my nuts. My eyes closed as my body began to
shudder in carnal delirium. His mouth applied a gently-
insistent vacuum while his tongue fluttered over my balls and
along my hardened shaft. Had I sense enough, I should have been
fearful the man might chew the items from me...such was his
fervor.
   Recognizing my precarious ability to withstand his expert
mouthing, he left off.
   "Ah, I like a lad what needs little priming. Ye got a good-
sized suckable cock on ya and a darling shithole that tastes
quite zesty up inside. Tell me, do you need to take a shit,
lad? Do you have the need to blow a big turd outta there?"
   "N-no, Captain," I sputtered, lowering my head at the
embarrassing enquiry.
   "Pity. Well, you're directed to inform me when that
marvelous event approaches. Day or night you're to immediately
seek me out. Dismiss any hesitations about interrupting me or
any others; simply announce plainly and pointedly that you have
a turd to bolt."
   My mouth hung open and I stared at him in bewilderment.
   "Mark this carefully, youngster," he glared at me, "I don't
hold with less than total obedience aboard my ship. You've been
cooperative thus far, but I demand absolute submissiveness to
my every whim. You've a turd growing up your arse and I'll have
it shitted into my mouth. Anything less, and in all matters,
and you'll feel my wrath. I once had a bad lad, a very ornery,
unwilling young man I was obliged to discipline severely by
thrusting my hand up his rectum, pulling his entrails out, and
forcing him to eat them!"
   I gasped, recoiling in shock, unable to discern whether
the momentary twinkle in his eyes was a mere abberation or an
unconscious betrayal that he was fibbing to intimidate me.
Whichever, I was indeed intimidated! I quickly muttered some-
thing akin to agreement.
   "Good." He layed back on his bunk and raised his legs. "Now
suck me arsehole!"
   I gulped, staring at the obscenity ringed in hair. Appalled
at his vulgar suggestion my lips trembled--my eyes darting back
and forth between his eyes and his grimy bunghole. His hardened
expression conveyed only this once was I granted a period of
hesitancy...and precious few seconds of it remained. Going to
my knees, I took a deep breath and leaned my face toward that
unclean, murky aperture. As strong as his balls had been, the
fumes I dove into were of an unmistakably different origin. My
stomach threatened to turn over and I was unable to control my
outburst.
   "IT'S...IT'S SO...!"
   "Damnably filthy, lad!" he laughed. "Should have a nice
caked ring of shit 'round it, I'd say by the smell. Til I order
differently, you'll awaken me each morning, suck my prick and
eat the crust off my arsehole. You'll do all your shitting in
my presence and at my direction. But now, I crave your tongue
lapping my big pooch and drilling up inside that dirty chute.
Do a good job and I'll let you get accustomed to the taste of
shit for a spell. Most are not so lucky, as you'll soon see.
There'll be lots of turd-licking on deck today, and only by my
grace will you be granted a temporary dispensation of sorts.
Now sucker that craphole!"
   Girding my resolve and stifling my sense of shame and
revulsion, I plunged into the corroded pit of corruption. It
was hot and humid...the grease in and around the wrinkled
asslips sizzled like pork on a spit. The ugly thing pulsed! My
eyes watered and my tongue burned from the acrid bitterness.
The strong taste of shit dominated all else...my tongue
collecting flakes and tiny cylinders of brown dung. I wanted
desperately to spit the vile crud from my mouth, but knew that
would be dangerously unwise. I swallowed my pride and swallowed
the sour muck. Amazingly, I felt a small bit of gratitude that
he was allowing me some respite from turd-licking, though apart
from the abject humiliation such would be, I was unable to
reconcile just why licking a man's freshly shitted turd would
somehow be more loathsome than my current duty.
   "Aye, lad, you'll be makin' a damned fine bumsucker in no
time. The crew will be sittin' astride yore pretty face like a
pack of sharks. And if you think my shithole is rancid, wait
til you get a taste of some of those raunchy bums. Not that I'm
the least bit less shameless, but being Captain I gets my hole
suckered out more often. Damned arduous trying to keep a layer
of filth on it for all them shitlickers."
   I cringed. He'd plainly stated I'd be freely available to
suck the assholes of every rangy pirate on board!
   "Now give it a good tug, boy. Wrap your lips around my big
tasty pooch and suck the damned thing into your mouth! I'll be
lettin' ya plug me here and there...especially when I gets the
urge to taste some of me own crap. Next to eatin' a juicy turd,
best way to enjoy some spicy shit is sucking it off a big oily
cock right when it's pulled from heaven's gate!"
   Heaven's gate, indeed! But I was soon to recognize that
this rowdy band of brigands did, for all intents and purposes,
worship at that very portal. After suckering that odious hole
of his for a good ten minutes I was dismissed to dress, if I
wished, and join him on deck. I took as long as I felt I might
get away with. Alighting my cabin I could see my ship in the
distance. Half the pirate crew had boarded her. I wondered if
the Captain and original crew were being subjected to
atrocities or bound in chains. As I rounded the cabins and
stepped onto the foredeck I saw my mates--those brought on ship
with me--standing in a line, being inspected by the Captain and
his fellow pirates with much joviality. Their blouses were open
and flung off the shoulders and their trousers were down.
Pirate hands roamed over their bare chests and freely fondled
their privates. They stood rigid, attempting to ignore the lewd
remarks being bandied about regarding their equipment and
handsomeness. But the shame and humiliation was quite evident
in their flustered gazes.
   The Captain sat sprawled in a chair, totally naked and
stroking his massive organ with amusement. He gave me a quick
gesture to join the others, then returned his appraising eyes
to the splendid nudity before him. One of the young men, Roger,
the only one sporting a semi-erection was becrying an urgent
need to urinate.
   "If you please, my sweet-cocked Captain...?" a near-
toothless scoundrel stepped forward with a lecherous grin.
   "As I've said," the Captain spoke graciously to them, "your
bodily functions shall cause you no discomfort...providing they
occur with permission." He nodded to the toothless one. "There,
there is your pisshole."
   With a satisfied cackle, the toothless one knelt and took
Roger's prick into his mouth and gently sucked on the knob.
Understanding, though beyond the luxury of protest or further
control, Roger resignedly began to piss into the man's mouth.
By the way the pirate's neck muscles rapidly gulped and gulped,
it was apparent he was receiving a thunderous blast of warm
liquid down his throat! For nearly two minutes he swallowed
deluge after deluge, nary missing a drop. It was a fascinating
spectacle, if only because of the man's talent and passion to
drink another man's water. He smacked his lips and stood up.
   "Need I ask how you found it?" the Captain asked.
   "Better than Portugese rum, by damn! Aye, fellow," he
looked at Roger, "I be your pisshole any time. Just plug in muh
yap!"
   "Don't feel honored, fellow," the Captain laughed, "I've
seen him suck down a dog's piss when he'd drained every prick
within reach."
   Another rogue was behind, idly fingering Sven's furry
buttcrack.
   "If you'll not be having if for yourself, Captain," he
said, sniffing his finger, "I'd be grateful to eat the first
warm turd from this big beauty's bottom. Gots a shithole what
smells divine. You knows how I love to gobble the mash from a
yellow-haired bottom like this."
   "You and every other shiteater, you filthy bugger," the
Captain scowled. "Bring it here. I'll have a whiff of that."
   Sven was pushed toward the Captain and spun around. He was
bent over so his ass was in the Captain's face. Rough hands
clasped the massive cheeks and spread them. A nose was
immediately pushed into the damp crevice, following by loud
intakes of breath as the Captain smelled my shipmate's hair-
ringed asshole. I could see the man's hard cock twitch,
signifying, no doubt, that he found the pungent aroma much to
his liking. He probed and nuzzled deeply into the crack until
he'd sniffed every wrinkled pocket thoroughly.
   "Finally, one heady with man-dung," the Captain gushed,
giving me a quick glance of disapproval. "Yes, I'll suck this
hole!" He put his mouth and lips to work, laving Sven's moist
crack top to bottom, then attacking the center point with his
tongue licking and stabbing it within. The outspoken pirate
grimaced with disappointment and groaned.
   "Aw, shut your trap!" he growled. "I'm only gonna eat it
out a bit. You can have the turd, you greedy bastard. I'm in
the mood to see some good shit chewing, but I'm awaiting the
lad's sweet poop. Just lemme tongue this big thing loose for
ya, then ya can feast." He slapped Sven's bottom. "Best you
have something to give, big fellow. Got a hungry shit-eater on
pins and needles, and a Captain that wants to see your hole
open up and defecate.  Petre, come stand by me."
   Frowning, I walked to his chair. He was sucking and
slurping noisily on Sven's anus. Then he pulled back and
pointed at it. "Lick it," he ordered.
   I bent over and thrust my tongue out, more repulsed at
having to lap up the spit from the dripping orifice than having
to lick Sven's anal hole...for surely it was now well-cleaned.
   Grabbing my hand, the Captain took one of my fingers into
his mouth and wet it.
   "Stick it up his rump, lad," he said. "Shove it in there
and find a turd. G'wan." He grasped my wrist and pushed,
causing my pointed finger to plunge into Sven's rectum and
making him flinch. "Deeper, boy. Wriggle around in there. See
what you find."
   I probed into the mushy warm silkiness, swirling in
circles, finding no more than some stray turdballs until the
Captain ordered Sven to assist from the other end and bear
down. Sure enough, I found myself fiddling around the end of a
large roundness gently pressing against my fingertip. For just
a moment a delayed announcing my discovery. I felt some
excitingly intimate thrill at having my finger up the handsome
man's ass, playing with his sturdy tube of shit.
   "Well?"
   "It...it's there, sir," I nodded. "A big one, I believe,"
I added for no good reason other than my own confusing pleasure
at the idea.
   "That's good. Jake prefers a big turd in his mouth...or
twenty little ones." He chuckled, easing my finger out with
uncharacteristic gentleness. Automatically, both he and I
studied the soiled digit. A thin layer of slime coated all but
the tip; the tip having a sparse smear of brown. "Put it in
your mouth and suck it, boy," he ordered. Ignoring the gasp of
horror I let out, he pushed it toward my mouth. "Clean it, lad.
Here..." he grabbed my other hand, "stick one up me arse. Nah,
I ain't no mamby pamby. Shove that finger up my shithole! Cram
it in there and get it dirty!" I poked and prodded. "Now yank
it out and stick in my mouth...and the other one in yours!"
   I did as he ordered. My finger came out filthy with shit,
but he eagerly engulfed the entire thing and began to suck it
clean. Suddenly, the comparison was absurd to me so I stuck my
other finger into my mouth and cleaned Sven's residue while the
old fuck and I looked into each other's eyes.
   "Now lick my arsehole, boy, and we'll get on with this!" He
spread his legs and I crouched down between them and began to
tongue around his big hairy pooch. After all, it certainly
couldn't have become any dirtier since the time I'd licked it
in his cabin. A couple of my shipmates groaned in sympathy over
my humiliation, feeling it more than myself. That realization
bothered me, but I had no time to dwell on it as the Captain
wanted only my public debasement for his amusement. I felt
terror that there would be more of the same in store for me.
"Ah, licking ass and sucking shit! You can train a boy faster
than a man, I always say. Young lads are more amenable to the
nasty stuff! But save your tender feelings, you older lads, for
you'll be licking out bungs right quick."
   He nodded to Jake, who immediately got down on the deck and
sprawled on his back.
   "SIT ON HIS MOUTH AND SHIT!" the Captain barked at Sven,
pointing at the prone man laying there licking his lips. "And
do it slow so's we all can get a good look."
   Sven, who'd taken all this in stride, still attempting to
maintain his pride and manhood, straddled the man and went into
a squat. It was humiliating to him, of course. I could see that
much in his eyes. Still, it was not him about to perform a
depraved act. His was natural, if personal, but certainly
nothing to be ashamed of. Doubtless that would come, but he'd
face that when the time came. Resting his arms on his knees, he
stared at the deck while Jake proceeded to slobber over his
asshole and drive his tongue up to lick out the insides...no
doubt to get a taste of what he was too impatient to wait for.
   Soundlessly, Sven stiffened. He pressed on his sphincter
muscles, hoping to feed the man his unholy lunch and be done
with this abomination. Alas, and as I suspected, such a sturdy
object was not about to be dispatched in a flash. But a loud
fart gave evidence that things were progressing. Jake sniffed
the aroma passionately and speared his tongue up the hole
again. I wondered if he was eating those initial turdballs I'd
encountered. Surely they would be pushed out first. Perhaps his
greed was such that little balls of shit hardly registered. All
eyes were staring intently at Sven's bottom. Most of the
pirates had their pricks out and were flogging them in antici-
pation. The Captain had left off stroking his cock and was
instead plunging two fingers in and out of his asshole, taking
them to his mouth and sucking them clean before ramming them
back up his hairy pit.
   "Ah! I've licked it!" Jake cried. "It's a tasty one! Shit
that bugger out of there. Fill my mouth and ram it down my
fucking throat!"
   "YOU MISERABLE WRETCH!" Sven growled. "I'M GOING TO
DO JUST THAT. I'LL GIVE YOU SHIT TO EAT!!"
   Several of the men gasped aloud, myself included, when
Sven's anus stretched wide and a monstrous dark turd began to
slide from his asshole. Jake groaned as the huge thing pushed
through his lips and stuffed his mouth to overflowing. It was
thicker than his mouth could open, but Sven's powerful body
would not be moved. He shit into the man's mouth until it
became apparent to all that should he continue he would surely
suffocate the man.
   The Captain was unconcerned. "SHIT DOWN HIS THROAT! BY
THE QUEEN'S BALLS, THAT'S A BEAUTIFUL TURD! BLAST THAT HOT
SHIT INTO HIS BELLY, HE'LL DIE HAPPY! That's what I want, lad.
I want you to shit me a fat greasy turd just like that."
   Whether Sven had no intention of actually killing the man,
or simply decided it would make the Captain much too pleased,
he began to lift his bottom so his asshole slid upward as the
long turd continued to be extruded. Jake, red-faced and
alarmed, nevertheless made no attempt to relinquish his prize.
Given freedom of mobility, he displayed as much expertise as
the piss drinker had. He suckered Sven's big turd and began to
slowly devour it. He wrapped his fingers around the thick
column and fed it into his mouth. Never in my wildest
imaginings could I think it possible a man could lay like that
and shamelessly eat another man's filth with such ravenous
abandon. The finger I'd licked wasn't worthy of mention--nor
the dirty asshole I'd licked. Even the crud the Captain was
eating from his own shithole seemed a minor diversion compared
to what we were witnessing. And they were all like that?
   Sven attempted to rise but one of the pirates pushed his
face into his crack. The Captain jumped up. "Nay, I'll have
that! Find another one." Though four other naked captives were
nearby, the pirate grabbed a nearby grubby sailor and wrenched
his trousers down and began to lick his asshole out. I thought
that a bit strange until I realized he wanted an asshole with
shit on it and he knew just where to find one!
   I noticed that Max, another of my shipmates, had gotten a
full blown erection over the incident. A delighted pirate was
handling it, preparing to go to his knees. But the Captain
walked over and pulled Max with him.
   "Now, shove that big pole right up my arse and fuck me
senseless while I clean the sweetness from this shithole!"
   Positioning Max behind him, he wriggled his bottom until
he was able to back onto the stiff prick and have it driven up
inside. Then he bent over and buried his face in Sven's
buttocks and hungrily began to lick and eat any shit he could
find. He bent lower and took a big swipe over the turd still
protruding from Jake's mouth, but he wanted to eat shit from an
asshole at that moment, and Sven's in particular. That big
monster turd had totally inflamed his senses. He sucked ass
like a fiend and humped his fat bottom to meet each of Max's
violent fucking strokes. I doubt that Max had ever buggered
another man before that, but the Captain's capacious rump was
just what his incredibly hard, large prick was in desperate
need of. He fucked the ass-sucking man as hard as he could
--grabbing him by the hips and slamming him mercilously. The
Captain, of course, absolutely loved it. I understood this more
fully when a week later I found him with someone's arm buried
to the elbow up the Captain' ass...punching in and out.
Apparently, it was a favored act of his...one he engaged in
quite frequently.
   One day soon after that one of my fellow captives pulled
me to the side. He was a head taller than me, dark-haired and
quite handsome, no more than two years older. He'd been a
passenger, traveling with his parents.
   "Petre, listen. Tomorrow's the day, I've heard. The day
we'll be obliged to suck a turd. I don't know whether to
believe it or not, but I've been told we have the choice of
our first one."
   "I've also heard that, Marcel, but these rogues are devious
and mean."
   "But if it's so, I should like to pick you."
   "Me? But why?"
   "I...I don't know. Somehow the idea is slightly less
horrendous should you be sitting on my mouth at that unholy
moment. And I was wondering, um, if perhaps you might also find
me a bit more tolerable. I would be happy to oblige you, should
you think so."
   "The stink I've smelled and the filth I've tasted, I just
don't know if it much matters any more. We'll soon be sucking
shit from pirates' assholes at any rate."
   "Still, I've licked little of it, so far, and I'm
absolutely petrified. I find you pleasant to look at and you
have the most attractive bottom on the whole ship." He blushed
at the admission, then quickly added, "well, you see I've been
forced to notice such things, our predicament being what it is.
I, uh..."
   "I understand," I said with sincerity, "even when all
things are dastardly, some are better than others. I'm flat-
tered you find me a rung above the rest."
   "Oh, much more than a rung, Petre!" he gushed, then looked
away. Looking back with forced courage in his eyes, he made an
admission. "Though it daunts and perplexes me, I think you have
a perfectly darling bottom." Then he looked down, fighting his
shame.
   I was taken by the compliment. Naked as we were, and had
been, I turned him by the shoulder and surveyed his ass. It was
small and compact, a very beautiful one.
   "I've sucked the Captain's rangy asshole too many times to
have any boyish shame left in these matters, Marcel. Your words
have shocked me from my reverie, and given me a precious moment
of honest thought I felt I may never have again. You have a
splendid ass, Marcel. A very beautiful ass. And I would be
honored to join you in our shared humiliation and take a turd
from your ass and suck on it."
   "Oh, thank you, Petre. I feel much relief, though I'm sure
it will be a trying moment."
   "More for you I fear, my friend. For this grotesque voyage
is having its effect upon me. I feel no shame in saying I'd
mind naught to get down and lick your arsehole this very
minute."
   "Goodness, Petre, I...I suppose that happens. Well, uh, by
all means," he turned slightly, "if you wish to. Twas filthy
with shit this morning, but some pirate brazenly licked it all
off."
   Not wishing to expose my growing penchant to others, I
pulled him against the wall and  bent my face down, using my
hands to pull his cheeks apart. What the Captain's dirty
shithole lacked in beauty, Marcel's was abundantly exquisite.
It was hot and his crack had sweated profusely, but the heady
aroma was more intoxicating than rank. I quickly swirled my
tongue along his valley and poked into his canal. It was not
especially clean. That pirate had done a haphazard job at best.
But I licked it lusciously, tasting flecks of his butt cheese
and the slight residue of his shit just inside. It was most
agreeable and made my bone rise.
   "Your morning pirate was sloppy, Marcel. I tasted your
shit. Perhaps it's only a momentary abberation, for you see my
cock has hardened over it, but I think I shall even enjoy
sucking on your turd."
   "Petre! I...I wish I could say the same. I can only say I
hope I find pleasure in it. This tub is full of shit-eaters.
Pray we find the key that makes them so voracious. I would snap
my fingers would it make me an instant advocate. Better to
wallow in filth like these animals, and do it with a burning
hunger, than constantly feeling the desire to retch with a
mouthful of pirate shit!"
   I spun around. "Quickly, Marcel, tongue my bottom. Taste my
shit. Find pleasure in its sourness because it's mine. Lick
with glee because you lick it from my bottom, and you love my
bottom. We'll beat them at their own game! Hurry, I must go."
   "Oh, Petre," he gushed, after rising, "I didn't mind it. I
didn't mind the stink nor the taste, though you're quite filthy
down there. If only given a goodly time alone I could learn to
adore sucking your ass and licking it clean. An act of love,
even. Tomorrow I shall do my best to find every opportunity for
pleasure in the act. I pray I get to suck your turd!"
   I hurried to the Captain's quarters, expecting to find him
still passed out. He'd gotten stumbling drunk from his nightly
orgy...moreso than usual. When I walked in he was still drunk,
still drinking, and shitting on his bed! No matter that, his
bedclothes and coverlets were crusted with old shit. His shit,
pirate shit, even some of my shit. He was attempting to
masturbate but couldn't raise an erection. Still, he gleefully
blustered out a few turds, stumbled, and fell face-down into
the mess...right where he intended to end up, but with a little
more poise, perhaps. He started chewing his turds, saw me, and
pointed behind him. I grimaced, knowing what that meant, and
knelt down to lick his ass clean. It had been worse. Still, one
side was fairly smeared with his foulness. I tongued it off,
forcing my mind to dwell on the comparatively delectable taste
of Marcel's lingering shit. Alas, it was much too overpowering
to attempt such a personal deception, so I lapped it up as
quickly as I could, leaving the Captain passed out with a
mouthful of uneaten goop.
   -------------------------------
   The Southern plantation owner was up North on business. His
new partner took him to the local male orgy.
   "Oh, muh gawd! Y'all let niggas join in?!!"
   "Hell, yes. We love sucking those big cocks and...Say,
since you like assholes so much, you gotta take a look at that
nigger ass over there. Ain't it a beaut?"
   "Well, it's nice and round and firm, but it ain't white."
   "Wait'll ya stick your nose up 'tween a pair of them black
cheeks. You'll change your tune right quick. Y'ain't experi-
enced butthole heaven til ya suck out a big nigger hole. The
smell and taste is enough you'll wanna run home and line up all
your bucks and tell 'em you're gonna suck their assholes once a
week and if you catch one of 'em wiping their shitholes after
takin' a crap you'll whip 'em so hard they'll hear it in
Savannah."
   -----------------------------
   I'd saved the life of Jordan Miles, the wealthy 25-year-old
young heir to a cosmetics dynasty. But dismissing a handsome
financial reward that would have set me up for life, at 22 I
asked for a different type of compensation: to be a 'sexual
assistant' to the world-renowned playboy.
   "But I'm straight and do not find you sexually attrac-
tive," Jordan explained.
   I nodded. "I ask only to be allowed to watch you perform
sexually and assist. To clean you afterwards...and your
partner, if you desire."
   A bit of a rake, he mulled it over and decided it just
might be a new kick. He was flabbergasted, however, to say the
least, when the final ground rules were laid down. It consisted
mostly of me making suggestions and him nodding...reluctantly,
at the beginning, then with more vibrant enthusiasm as he
pictured the possibilities.
   I moved into his back room and became available at his
discretion. The most outrageous aspect, which brought on his
early indecision but probably ended up causing his final
eagerness, was that I would, above all else, be his Potty Boy.
Any time, day or night, at home, in the car, in the living room
amidst his friends, he only had to whip out his cock and my
face would go into his lap and take his prickhead into my mouth
for him to relieve himself--shooting streams of hot, scalding
piss down my throat.
   A simply announcement that he 'had to take a dump' and he'd
stand up, drop his pants, remove them, and sit back down on the
couch holding his knees back. Immediately, I would kneel or
crouch before him and begin sniffing his asshole and running my
tongue around it in circles, over his puffy anus, and directly
into the hole. When ready, he'd give no more of a warning than
a simple 'unh huh' and I wrap my open mouth over his asshole as
he begins to shit into my mouth. There, alone or in front of
his friends, I eat his turd as it emerges then lick his asshole
clean.
   Or, perhaps he'll have me sit on the edge of the couch,
leaning forward as he turns and bends over--sticking his ass in
my face. That way his friends on the couch can watch without
having to crane their necks or get up to see the action. If
there are quite a few in the room, he usually snaps his fingers
and points to the floor, whereby I lay down and he straddles
over me, squatting down until his asshole is within reach of my
lips. Then I'll sniff, lick and suck his hole until he shits a
big turd between my lips.
   This is all done with the understanding that he fully
expects to shit a firm, solid turd. One consideration is that
no shit makes a mess of the floor or carpeting...or over me. If
he feels a chance of a messy dump, he'll go sit on the toilet
...dragging a few fellows along to watch. I kneel between his
legs and sniff under his balls as he splashes his turds into
the bowl, then he gets up and turns around, straddling the
toilet. I pull his cheeks apart, letting the spectators get a
good look at how dirty his hole is before I lick it off and
stick my tongue up his ass to eat any shit that didn't come
out.
   In return for this honor, I agreed to also allow any of his
male friends to sit on my face and take a shit...providing they
assure everyone it will be a firm turd. I don't take it into my
mouth but I lick around their asshole and run my tongue up and
down it while they shit. Then I'll lick their anus clean. One
thing I insisted on, however, is that I don't have to lick
anyone's turds if I don't care to--his being the exception--and
never do I lick a girl's turd. I don't mind them watching me,
but I have no interest in having a female shit on me. Again,
the exception is if Jordan fucks a girl up the ass, I do lick
his prick while he fucks, and I clean it when he pulls out if
there's no shit on it. I've told him if he ever decides to fuck
a guy up the ass, or me, I'll suck his cock clean and eat any
shit off of it...and if he ever allowed another guy to fuck his
bunghole, I'd clean the prick and suck the guy's cum from his
ass.
   Another proviso--one I made no protest over--was that any
of his male friends were welcome to a rimjob and blowjob if
they desire. Even those I had no interest in were welcome to
straddle the toilet backwards and I'd put my face up there and
sniff their shit while their turds came tumbling out. In those
cases, I usually go ahead and lick their holes clean since
Jordan has very few friends that aren't somewhat attractive.
   One such is Franklin. He really gets off on the nasty
spectacle and spends a lot of time at the house. I won't allow
him to shit on me, nor will I lick his turds. But he's aware,
as is everyone, that I'll clean Jordan's prick no matter what
guy he fucks. By the time he came up with his surprising
suggestion, I had already gotten over my distaste of rimming
him.
   "Jordan, dammit, if he sucks my ass loose enough I'm gonna
let you screw me. I'm just obsessed with the idea of watching
the punk eat my shit off your cock. How about it, buddy? You're
not one to turn down a cherry, how 'bout shoving it up my
keester and turning me out this once? Hell, if I'm willing to
let a dude bugger me in public in front of my friends, you
shouldn't be embarrassed. Besides, I'll be the homo, not you.
Just this once, of course. You guys all realize that, right?"
   The group thought it was swell idea and encouraged Jordan
to go through with it. Up til that time, he'd only been catered
to by me...never actually did anything directly queer himself.
Sure, they'd all watched me tongue his asshole and lick his
prick while he fucked his chicks, but outside of licking the
cream off the head of his cock, along with the pussy juice, his
loads always went into a girl's mouth, cunt, or ass. I very,
very seldom ever gave him a blowjob, and never in public.
   He finally agreed and I was positioned so I could lick
along his prick shaft and around Franklin's anus while he got
screwed. It'd gone in fairly easy, what with my rimming him for
twenty minutes, and the crowd was around us watching intently.
   "You know, buttboy," Jordan said to Franklin, once he'd
worked about 4 inches up his tail, "you're gonna feel real
silly going through all this fag stuff in front of the whole
world if my cock ends up coming out without any crud on it."
   "Heh! Not a chance. I got a nice soft turd up there and
with that long rifle of yours there's no way it's coming out
of my shithole pink and slippery. I'm not quite as dumb as I
probably look right now."
   Sure enough, once Jordan got to where he was able to slam
that ten-incher up Franklin's suspiciously capacious ass, he
expressed to all that there would be no disappointments.
   "Aw, fuck, Franklin! I can feel my prick driving right into
your squishing shit. Keep licking, boy, I don't want to smell
it. Lick all around his hole and keep my shaft clean...that
crud is gonna start coming out."
   How could it not? Jordan began driving deeply up Franklin's
filthy rectum in longer and longer strokes. Brown streaks began
to show up on his shaft and bubbles of poop began to form
around his asshole. I was so turned on that Jordan was fucking
another guy up the ass that I eagerly applied myself to the
task at hand...putting my face down to where Jordan's cock was
sliding in and out of the squirming rump and running my tongue
around the dirty anus and lapping up the brown smears from the
rock hard prick buggering him. Then I'd quickly go underneath
and lick from there, making sure not even a stray turdball fell
to the carpeting and the muck didn't begin to collect around
Jordan's balls. It was an easy task, not much could escape from
his deep recesses as long as that fat cock was blocking the
path.
   But when it finally came to a climax...Jordan pounding that
rump mercilessly and blasting a load so big it caused my master
to give out a rare, uninhibited cry of ecstasy as his nuts
unloaded...I was naturally apprehensive. With reason. When that
long prick was pulled from Franklin's gaping anus it got
progressively darker and more soiled. When that fat knob
finally snapped free it was carrying a lot of cargo. His entire
knob was covered with caked shit...sticking to the head and
packed beneath the rim.
   "OH MY GOD!" Franklin cried, quickly turning to check out
his success. "Don't like my shit, hunh? Well, let's see you
suck that dirty dick!"
   Jordan had a little grin on his face as he turned slightly,
looked down at me kneeling there, and held his prick by the
base and pointed it up to my lips. He was still heaving, trying
to catch his breath, but he had no doubt whatsoever that I'd
comply. I didn't hesitate. It had been a wonderful thrill
watching him fuck a guy in the ass. I replaced his hand with my
own fingers and began to slowly lick from his balls upward
...lapping the goop from around his shaft as I took deep
breaths to become acquainted with Franklin's shit. The group
made their usual astonished remarks, along with teasing
comments about the impending doom awaiting me further up. They
all knew, of course, whose shit I'd lick and whose I wouldn't
...and it tickled them that I was about to lick Franklin's
crap...as if they'd pulled a fast one on me.
   The stink was heady...being less than an inch from my nose
...but stunk no worse than anyone else's shit. I would have
preferred to prolong the ordeal a while longer, but Jordan's
orgasm had demolished him and his cock was beginning to soften
rapidly. Squeezing a little more stiffness into it, I dove onto
the filthy knob and began eating Franklin's warm shit off. I
swirled my tongue under the rim, collected it in small globs on
my tongue, and brought it in and swallowed it. Here and there,
and around the other side, I licked and sucked, lapped and
slobbered over the filthy thing until I had it sparkling. Then
I spun Franklin around and pushed him over. Attaching my mouth
to his mushy shithole I proceeded to lick the poop off--driving
my tongue inside to eat the shit that was still there. Then I
sucked and sucked in an attempt to draw out Jordan's delicious
sperm. Franklin laughed and pushed me onto my back. He sat on
my stinking face and squirmed his asshole over my lips. Then he
began to bear down. Farts blubbered lewdly, causing much
laughter, as he squatted there, shitting the load into my
gulping mouth. Needless to say, quite an abundance of soft turd
mash came snaking out along with the favored cream, but I
didn't mind.
   Franklin freely admitted it had felt rather nice getting
fucked...at any rate, well worth it to watch me eat his smelly
shit. Maybe, if his asshole ever recovers, he might give it
another try. Sure got him on the rail! I dutifully, if not
downright ravenously, dove onto his prick and proceeded to give
him a dirty-lipped blowjob. That made the other guys eager for
a rimming and suck, but first Jordan needed to piss. I took his
bladderful right there on my knees, using it to rinse my mouth
and flush the rest of Franklin's shit down my throat.
   Jordan told me to go around and suck cocks and lick
assholes--that he was going to take a shit in my mouth after
I'd satisfied his friends. I didn't give more than two
blowjobs, as it turned out, because most of the guys preferred
fucking a girl while I tongued out their rearends. The two I
did blow were doing the same, but decided to pull out and shove
their cunt-stinking cocks into my mouth so they could shoot
their wads down my throat. I certainly thanked them for that.
In fact, I showed my appreciation for the whole evening by
gobbling up Jordan's big turd in record time!
   -----------------------------------
   The cabin boy had only to bend over. The sailor was over
7' tall, and merely straddled his hips--driving his 12" cock
down into the boy's loose hole. The Captain knelt behind,
licking the shaft and anus freely, without hindrance.
   "Fuck that hole, you monstrosity! Bugger him with that iron
spear. Make the blood run, I crave a taste of blood and
boyshit!"
   "Done screwed him so much on this trip, Captain, boy don't
bleed no more. Little rump jus' slams back fur more!"
   "Well, plow it in there and get me lots of shit and gravy!
We'll have to see how our 'guest' handles that meat."
   Shanghaied and held captive by pirates, for three days he'd
been forbidden to shit. Then Billy Fairbanks was ordered to
fuck a sailor by squatting down to his upturned rump. This
exposed and widened him...the results were inevitable. His
prick had been agitated to a fine edge, so as he popped his
nuts, he also shitted profusely. A tremendous exhibition for
the salacious crew!
   When he collapsed onto the sailor's back to catch his
breath, his last turd still hung from his asshole causing much
more laughter. The Captain walked over and grasped it. Pulling
it from the lad's anus he stuck it into his mouth. The first
mate quickly scrambled to get his face in there to lick the
remains from the messy hole while others dashed up to lick the
turds on the deck!
   ...
   Two sailors held Billy up under his arms and knees, forcing
him to defecate for their amusement. The Captain came by just
as he'd finished and quickly ran his tongue up and down the
boy's crack.
   "I ne'er mind when a lad's got shit on 'is bum!"
   ....
   Each time the Captain plunged down into the boy's upthrust
ass, the patch-eyed one would drive his tongue up the Captain's
spread hole and lick around in there.
   When Billy blurted out how disgusting it was the way
everyone enjoyed licking shit, the Captain expressed his own
theory to him.
   "Nay, lad. A feller is no true pirate who won't eat another
man's turd! Captain or cabin boy, it still holds true."
   ...
   "Quick, sailor! Hang your head back over the edge of the
bunk. I have a burning desire to dump a fat, smelly turd into
your mouth!"
   "I'll not be saying' no to that, you swine. Dump it down in
here but hold your tethers and give me a chance to enjoy it. I
hate when a turd goes down so fast I hardly get to taste it!"
   ...
   "Aye, Captain. I've just sucked the dirty prick that came
from the lad's rump. Something more meaty would please me. I
shall suck and eat it like a madman! Shit away, Captain!"
   "Ah, you greedy blackguard. Just a turdball or two. I've
got plans for my meaty turd with the new boy."
   ----------------------------
   Blane was only a couple of feet away--on all fours--getting
fucked up the ass by an amazingly long cock. He was between
cocks to suck, but most likely had the one up his hole to look
forward to!
   I was settled back on my haunches, bent over blowing a
thick prick. They also had me like that so I could take a shit
in some guy's mouth behind me!
   "Just relax and do it comfortably," I was told. "We wanna
see it all stay in one piece. We'll make sure his jaw's open
and push his head onto it at the right time."
   They kidnapped both of us and dragged us to some old
warehouse. For some reason, I was getting off easy while Blane
was taking the brunt of it, being forced to do dirty, perverted
things. But I also knew that at any moment they might decide to
reverse our roles.
   -------------------------------
   "We brought you here because we'd like to see Gloria get
her cunt banged hard and vicious. A real wam bam manfuck! So
it'll take a big-cocked stud like, well, rather like our friend
Keith here. Big honking dick, and I'll bet you can throw a lady
one mean screwing, hunh?"
   "Uh, yeah, sure. I know how to use it, alright."
   "Any gal that's opened up her cuntlips for you knows she's
been fucked by a real man, I'll bet."
   "You got that right."
   "I can tell. No faggy stuff for you, either, I imagine.
Ever fucked another guy up the ass?"
   "Hell, no, I'm no queer!"
   "You know, I figured that right off the moment I saw you
with that big hanging pussy rammer."
   "Yep. Want me to give it to her good?"
   "Well, not this time. We already have Dwayne and his 11"
fat prick all primed to make another victim scream bloody
murder. Rough stud...doesn't even bother to let 'em get used to
it beforehand. Just impales 'em on the first stroke and keeps
it up the whole time. Folks say he's a sadist. But I'll guess
you have a lot more compassion for your fellow man, Keith. Am I
right about that?"
   "Um, I guess. At least I don't try to wreck 'em like he
must do."
   "Good. Your buddy Larry will be glad to hear that."
   "Hunh? Larry? He's here?"
   "Yes. Dwayne's going to fuck your best pal up the ass, my
friend."
   "No. No. Hey, Larry's no fruit. You got it all wrong."
   "Oh, we know he's not. We just don't care. We wanna see him
get that virgin asshole ripped out!"
   "Jezzus! YOU FUCKS!" he howled, trying to break his
bindings as he was quickly strapped to a post.
   "Oh, but you will be responsible for relieving his pain, my
boy. Your job is to keep Dwayne's stiff prick wet and slippery
the whole time."
   "Pissheads!" he huffed, glancing at his buddy. "Aw, guess
it wouldn't hurt to slap some grease around now and again."
   "I'm sure he'd do the same for you, too. However..." he
paused, smirking, "grease is so messy. You'll just have to do
it by keeping your tongue on that shaft til the screw's over."
   His eyes became huge and murderous. "GO FUCK YOURSELVES!!"
   "He'll be really grateful."
   "Tough shit! Sorry, bud, but I don't lick nobody's cock!
Not even for you."
   "In fact, I would imagine he'll be more than willing to
repay your kindness just as enthusiastically as your attempt to
soothe his discomfort when it comes time for Dwayne to bugger
your tight, butch, tender hole!"
   "Ah...!" He hung his head in defeat. The sight of Dwayne's
monster prick flapping back and forth made him realize a tit-
for-tat was his only salvation.
   ----------------------------
   "Oh, we fed him alright. Mostly fruit and vegetables like
bananas, grapes, carrots...good stuff. Except he had to eat
them from our rectums! Ever see a hungry guy gobble up a shit-
smeared banana? It's hilarious!"
   ---------------------------
   Chad bent down and looked up Blackie's gaping hole.
   "Uh, oh. He's got friends comin' down the alley and they
look mean!"
   Just then four large turdballs came blasting out like
cannonballs, hitting the fellow in the eye, the nose, and one
even hit smack on the end of the one he was sucking--driving it
further into his mouth. The guys were laughing like hyenas!
   --------------------------
   While the struggling narc was sucking on the little turd
that had been unceremoniously deposited in his mouth, Clete
motioned Eddie aside, lifted his ski mask, and whispered in his
ear.
   "Okay, hide his face in a crotch or something. One of the
guys likes his raunchy asshole. We don't want him to know who's
eating him out."
   "Good idea. I wouldn't mind driving my own tongue up that
fat shithole of his."
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   "Yeah. Fuck the crybaby--shove it up his ass! Put one foot
up on the desk. Both of you."
   That left a kneeling space for me. With the area completely
exposed, I was able to lick along the entire shaft as he long-
dicked him for over ten minutes.
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   "Okay, fella, here's how it's stacked up. You got your
choice. One of our cocks fucks you up the tail, one of our
cocks goes in your mouth to be blown, and one of our assholes
gets licked out by your tongue. Take your pick, but you have to
include all three of us.
   Cornered in the back of the deserted warehouse, he knew
there was no chance of getting out of it. They stood there as
naked as he was, letting him check out their hard pricks. Then
they bent over so he could see which asshole to lick. No matter
how he decided, he couldn't get the best trio lined up...a
small cock to suck, a small cock to get fucked by, and an
asshole that was hairless and clean enough that licking it
wouldn't be totally repulsive.
   They let him get close to sniff them front and back, but
the cock he wanted to choose for sucking was the smallest but
stunk of rotting pussy. The freshest, cleanest asshole was also
ugly and hairy. The best looking one also smelled the worst.
Unfortunately, it also belonged to the guy with the biggest
prick. There was no way he could blow or get screwed by that
thing! But that left him with his asshole to eat! If he sucked
the medium-sized cock he'd be stuck with that repulsive
foreskin and the cheesy flavor he'd already smelled.
   He resigned himself to the reality that no matter what it
was not going to be pleasant. Both cock and ass were going to
stink. Sighing, he chose the smelliest asshole for licking to
avoid being skewered by that monster dick, and the cheesy cock
to suck. At least it was more natural than the pussy-reeking
one he chose to take up the butt.
   After an hour and twenty minutes of sucking, licking and
getting fucked, they sprung a surprise on him. Three more
choices!
   "Pick a mouth. One of us will suck you off. Pick a dick,
cause it's gonna piss down your throat. And best of all, pick
an asshole..."
   "OH, NO! NO!"
   "Yep. You get to choose the guy who's gonna take a shit in
your mouth! How's that for freedom of choice?"
   He tried to get out of it by offering to blow each of them
and lick ALL their assholes out--today and tomorrow--but they
wouldn't go for it. Their stinky assholes suddenly seemed
damned tasty compared to what might come out of one of them.
Even the once pussy-reeking dick just dragged from his rectum
he offered to suck clean. At least the shit would be his own.
He could still smell the assjuice covering his lips from the
dirty crack he'd rimmed the grunge from. He didn't mind that.
He even attacked the hole pretty good once he realized the
dirty anus was covering up the taste of that cheesy cock he'd
sucked off and swallowed a big load of jizz from.
   The jizz wasn't bad...a bit strong and bitter but so far
the best part. He'd gladly handle all they could pump in his
mouth instead of drinking a bellyful of hot, rancid piss! And
while that sickened and repelled him, he'd even drink three
bellysful of urine to avoid having a guy take a crap in his
mouth! No way he wanted a fresh greasy turd sliding between
his lips!
   He got the shock of his life. The piss was abundant, but
almost clear. It was salty and tangy...rather than yellow and
vile. It wasn't as disgusting as he'd expected.
   But the bigger surprise was to learn he'd be getting his
blowjob at the same time the asshole pressed to his lips would
be opening up. As you'd expect, he picked the ass he'd already
lapped clean. But his best choice--or worst, depending on how
you look at it--was the mouth he chose for cocksucking. Maybe
he had some kind of intuition about which mouth would wrap
around his prick the best, but the guy turned out to be an
expert at blowing cock. He had him squirming and writhing on
the ground in short order. Just when his balls were agonizingly
close to exploding, an asshole suddenly squatted above his face
and the lips were rolling open.
   The smell shot through his brain like an ice pick, a finger
rammed up his fucked, mushy hole, and his nuts gave out. As he
cried out from his violent orgasm, a stinky brown turd bolted
into his open mouth and banged against the back of his throat.
That set off another round of cum-spurting for the gulping
cocksucker, but also made him jerk in spasms--looking as if he
was excitedly bobbing up and down on that juicy turd! He was,
actually, but it wasn't intended. At least he didn't think so.
As repulsive as the whole thing had been, he had to admit
somewhere in his secret recesses that seeing that big turd
hanging out of the guy's asshole just above was grossly
obscene, lewd, and tremendously erotic! Maybe because he was
coming at the time, but even the greasy turd didn't taste as
bad as that cunt-dipped prick would have!
   The guy who'd pissed in his mouth was down there watching
him get shitted in. He enjoyed it so much he jerked off a big
load that ran down the sides of his buddy's tube of shit and
consequently over their victim's turd-stuffed lips!
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   Jimmy was the club's blowboy. Jimmy considered himself a
member of the club. The guys just considered him a little
queer. Nevertheless, they'd bestowed an honorary mem-bership on
him, tongue-in-cheek, because they didn't want to lose his
unique services.
   Jimmy was actually just a fagboy--a couple of years younger
than the others--who'd one day been discovered spying on them
during one of their mutual jackoff sessions. These were rough,
horny guys who had no compunctions about grabbing hold of
another guy's stiff dick as long as he got similar attention.
Getting off was the most important thing!
   The six guys would sit around in a tight circle, each guy's
hand on the dick next to him. While they'd kid and tease about
it, not one of them ever considered putting another guy's prick
in his mouth.
   Jimmy, at 15, was as queer as a $3 bill--and had been ever
since he shot his first wad while he was licking his friend
Skip's stiff little cock. Skip took a lick on Jimmy's dick
once, but then he moved away. Ever since then Jimmy'd been
totally frustrated at not being able to talk another buddy into
messing around. So when he came upon the club's hot masturba-
tion, he burst right in on them--wanting to join in.
   Startled, and pissed, the guys immediately took advantage
of his urgent desire to please. They tossed him around...from
prick to prick...feeding him pints of teenage jizz! They
laughed when the boy's own cock spurted all over the place
without even being touched. Noticing the time, Jimmy jumped up
and said his goodbyes...and thank yous... before they could
even react.
   The next day, he was back again hoping for more cock to
suck. They hadn't expected him. Sure, the kid had gotten his
rocks off, but the way they'd treated him...and fucked his
mouth...they were sure they'd seen the last of him!
   When he showed up, most of the guys welcomed him with hoots
and lewd offers of hard boners to suck. But their leader,
Taylor, shushed them.
   "What're you coming round here for, queerboy?"
   "I-I thought you..."
   "You thought what? That we liked your cocksucking mouth?
OK, so maybe we did. You're pretty good on the blowers, kid.
But what makes you think we want a punk faggot hanging around
all the time? After all, we got our reputation to consider. We
ain't no queer club!"
   "Oh. I...I thought...cause you guys were all naked and
playing with each other..."
   "Hey!" the leader almost blushed at the accusation, and
even lowered his voice, "th-that was just guys giving a buddy
a hand. Understand?"
   "Oh, uh, sure. Gee, I thought you...liked what I did."
   "We did. Come around again next month, okay." Taylor looked
around smugly at the other fellows. He was a little perplexed
that they seemed kinda disappointed. Perhaps he wasn't handling
this well.
   "Uh, alright," Jimmy shrugged, turning. "See ya!"
   "Ah, unless..." Jimmy turned back again. "Well, I've heard
of some clubs having, uh, what you might call a suckslave." He
looked at the other guys and saw sparks of encourage-ment in
their eyes. Then he continued. "You know, a fagboy like
you--kind of an honorary member--that keeps us men satisfied
when we need it. Sort of a resident cocksucker!"
   He saw Jimmy's eyes light up. Taylor immediately pressed
his advantage. "Course, they do other things, too!"
   "W-what kind of things? I'll do them!"
   Not sure just what he meant, Taylor tried to think of some
things.
   "Well, like licking balls...even if they're all hot and
sweaty."
   "I'LL LICK YOUR BALLS!" Jimmy blurted.
   "An'...takin' it up the bung!" Taylor gushed, proud he'd
thought of that one.
   "I...I've never done that," Jimmy cringed, "but...I'll try
it if you guys promise to take it easy and not wreck me!"
   "Hmmm," Taylor was getting a bit antsy thinking about
slamming into the boy's tight little buns in front of his
buddies. "But, I'm afraid," he teased, "there's one other
thing. Something I'm sure you wouldn't be able to handle." His
mind was working fast and furious.
   "Gimme a chance," Jimmy cried, "I'll try anything!"
   "Naw," he teased further, "it's something that's really
gross. But all the other clubs demand it."
   Feeling defeated, knowing what a novice he was, asked.
"W-what's that?"
   "Well, it's kinda the price of admission, you might say. To
get to suck all our fine pricks and drink our sweet jizz...lick
our big nuts and get your butt fucked regularly...you also
gotta keep our buttholes clean--WITH YOUR TONGUE!" The others
gasped...as did Jimmy. "Now, I think it's kind of a nasty thing
to expect a guy to do. But that's what happens in other gangs,
er, clubs. Now, the way I understand it, a guy always tries to
keep his ass clean. But if he happens to be forgetful, or just
gets lazy, that's no excuse for the suckslave not to lick his
hole. No matter what condition it's in, you gotta lick it!"
   Jimmy stared, dumbfounded. Licking a guy's poophole wasn't
something he'd ever thought about. He was ready to just give up
when Taylor spread his legs apart, sending off an exciting
masculine aura, and hooked his thumbs into his Levi's. Jimmy
was completely unnerved at the dark-haired boy's sexiness. He
pictured himself putting his face into the guy's asscrack. He
started to get a boner!
   "I never did that," he squeaked. "C-can I t-try it first?"
   "Hunh?" Taylor was taken aback. He expected the boy to put
up some resistance to his last suggestion.
   "Try it, you know, on you! To see if I like it."
   "Y-you're gonna lick my asshole?!!"
   "Yes," Jimmy answered, calmly. "If you'll pull your pants
down."
   "GOSH!" he blurted. "I-I mean, THAT'S THE SPIRIT! GET YOUR
FAG LIPS OVER HERE! I'LL GIVE YOU A BUTT TO SUCK! LET'S SEE
WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF, KID!" Taylor undid his pants and leaned
over a chair. "Take 'em down. Take 'em down and lick my ass.
Then pull my cheeks apart an...and...CLEAN YOUR LEADER'S
ASSHOLE!"
   HIS leader? Did this mean if he did it...he'd be IN? Jimmy
decided it was worth the try, alright. Taylor really turned him
on. If he could enjoy tonguing Taylor's behind...and he thought
he would...hell, he'd lick all the others just so he could keep
the stud happy! He knelt behind the offered buttocks, and
slipped a couple fingers into the waistband. Slowly, excruci-
atingly slow, he bared Taylor's bottom to his visual excite-
ment. Inches away, he wondered at the smooth paleness of the
guy's ass. It was flawless, with only a slight, dark line of
soft hairs dipping into the ass crease. He put his mouth
forward and licked the skin. He tasted the boy's ass--first one
cheek, then the other. He could make out the slight salty taste
of the cushy flesh. He liked it. He liked it so much, he
rapidly tongued the butt up and down, anxious to get into the
middle and see what it was like!
   Taylor, gazing around at the stunned faces of his
compatriates, spread his legs further apart for balance, then
reached back and spread his asscheeks, lewdly exposing his
sweltering anus!
   "LICK IT UP, SUCKBOY! HERE IT IS. LET'S FEEL SOME TONGUE
ACTION BACK THERE! YOU WANNA BE PART OF THIS CLUB...GET IN
THERE AND START SMELLIN'! I've been sweatin' all day, kid.
You ain't gonna find it any better. NOW START SNIFFIN' MY
SHITHOLE!"
   Jimmy was agast at Taylor's words, but the sight of his
poochy anus staring him in the face--and the waft of enticing
aroma that had just escaped from that tightly-confined area--
fired Jimmy's prick! Suddenly, everything was on a much higher
plane. No kidding around. He either did it...or he was out! And
he certainly didn't want to be out. Not with all those luscious
pricks he'd get! If Taylor had asked him politely whether or
not he wanted to put his tongue on a guy's butthole, he'd
fussed and gushed all day long. But the butch stud wasn't
taking any more horsin' around. He'd ordered Jimmy to start
smelling and licking...and that was good enough for him! That's
the way it should be!
   Immediately, Jimmy replaced Taylor's hands with his own. HE
was gonna do the butt-spreadin'! And that he did. He wrenched
those ass cheeks apart and dug his virgin nose into the warm,
moist crevice! The smell of Taylor's shit hit him like a ton of
bricks! It was exciting and intoxicating. HE HAD HIS FACE UP TO
A GUY'S ASSHOLE!!
   There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to
FUCKIN' LICK IT! With loud slurping noises, he crazily started
to tongue the guy's butt! With piston-like movements, he went
up and down the humid crack, licking anything and everything
...collecting whatever crunge might lay between those firm
buns. He pulled the tender skin apart and darted his tongue
into the hair-lined opening! The pungent gaminess of the guy's
asshole was still attacking his sensitive nostrils when Jimmy
decided the test was definitely over. SUCK ASS? YES! FOREVER!
He'd suck shit from this hole, he fantasized! Maybe not
today...but he'd do it!
   He'd had such an immediate reaction to this forbidden
thrill, that Jimmy was hardly able to consider how he looked.
He just didn't give a fuck! He could hear the other guys'
remarks, and heard them gasping and giggling in embarrassment.
Taylor was merely moaning in delirium. Jimmy took a moment to
set the record straight.
   "Mmmahhh! Uggh! Oooh, this is fantastic! I LOVE your
butthole, Taylor! I love your shithole! GAWD, I FUCKIN' CRAAAVE
IT! AH, SUCK IT? YEAH! OOOH, MAN, I'LL SUCK!! WATCH ME FUCKIN'
SUCK ON THIS SWEET HOLE!! I'LL SUCK ALL YOUR ASSHOLES...AND I
DON'T CARE HOW DIRTY THEY ARE! Just as long as I get to suck
this one!" He shoved his face into the leader's ass and drove
his tongue into his rectum!
   "AAAH! GAWD!" Taylor cried, "EAT ME, PUNK! EAT ME FUCKIN'
OUT! I'll let ya suck everybody's ass! Aw, fuck, he's good!"
   Jimmy sucked their assholes. Every day. It didn't take long
for Taylor to introduce him--virgins they both were--to the
pleasure of having a big, stiff prick up the ass! The pleasure
outweighed any pain for Jimmy, as long as he was able to suck
on a cock or rim a guy's ass while he was getting plugged!
   Taylor, meanwhile, was getting more and more entranced with
the boy. And, considering himself straight, he became confused
at his own feelings, so he began to express it in viciousness!
But no matter what he did, Jimmy converted it into pleasure.
When Taylor began to slap his ass as he fucked the boy, Jimmy
begged for harder slaps and deeper thrusts, telling how much he
loved having Taylor fuck him hard!
   When he'd order the guy getting a rimjob from Jimmy to fart
in his face, Jimmy would just go crazy and ask for more farts
to smell!
   Taylor was ruthlessly fucking Jimmy's butt when he decided
that he'd tell all the other guys to stop wiping their assholes
after they took a shit. See how Jimmy likes that! He had an
uncontrollable desire to debase the boy until he found his
limits, and watching him lick on their shitty assholes would be
a hoot, anyway. Humping away, he took his eyes from the sight
of Jimmy licking a butthole, down to where his cock was driving
in and out of the loose rectum. He noticed traces of shit
collecting on his prick, and squinched up his nose in disgust.
The smell was already reaching upward to his nose. But he
didn't want to stop fucking just because of this, so he endured
the stink.
   But the stink had an effect of its own on Taylor, and it
made him feel all the more perverse. Perfect! I'll do it now,
he decided.
   "You sure like sucking assholes, don't you queerboy?"
   "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me, I'll suck "em all!" Jimmy
cried.
   "You've been licking everybody's shit, haven't you?" Taylor
asked.
   "I-I guess so...who cares! I'll lick shit!"
   "GOOD!" Taylor cried, yanking his prick out, making Jimmy
gasp. He quickly walked around to the boy's face.
   "Let's see you lick my cock from your ass! Lick your own
shit off!"
   Jimmy grabbed the streaked cock and immediately plunged his
mouth onto the dirty knob and began sucking it!
   "Mmmm, yeah. Come on, lick it! Up and down the sides, fag,
LICK!"
   Jimmy licked. He cleaned the cock of any shit--his own
shit.
   "Let's stick it back in and get some more!" Taylor lewdly
suggested.
   "Yeah, MORE!" Jimmy cried, mindlessly, as the stiff poker
was driven deeply into his rectum!
   "Watch this, guys!" Taylor announced, evily, dragging what
was now a very shitty cock from Jimmy's butt. When he presented
it to the boy, even Jimmy was startled.
   "Grab it! Handle my prick, suckboy. Take that gooey shit I
just got out of your asshole and smear it all over my cock and
balls...then start licking it off!"
   Jimmy stroked the big prick, working his own smelly shit
into an even coating all over Taylor's cock and all around his
balls. Everybody could tell that Jimmy was anxious to start
cleaning the mess up! As he stroked, he had his face in tight
smelling like mad!
   "Yeah, suck up your own shit!" Taylor ordered. "I want to
see you suck up everybody's shit tonight! Who's gotta shit
right now?" One guy stepped forward. Taylor ordered him to turn
around and bend over...right near Jimmy's shit-licking mouth.
Then he told another guy to kneel down and catch the boy's turd
in his hand. As long as that was all he had to do, the other
guy agreed. He held out his hand and let the other boy take a
shit into it! It was a small, soft turd, and just what Taylor
had hoped for. Slipping his prick from Jimmy's mouth, he told
the guy...
   "Mash that hot shit all over his lips!"
   Jimmy hungrily allowed it to happen. The guy pressed the
soft turd to Jimmy's lips, then viciously began to smear it
over his mouth and face. Chunks were going into Jimmy's mouth.
Taylor was a bit upset that the guy had taken it on his own to
get nasty about it, and straddling himself behind the guy's
back, he pushed his face forward.
   "Now put your mouth and his together and EAT SHIT!"
   The guy balked, but Taylor pushed their mouths together.
The guy was beginning to gag as some of the shit stuck to
Jimmy's face was being forced into his mouth. But Jimmy was
loving it! He stuck out his tongue and licked into the other
guy's mouth...slurping the shit from it! Taylor reached down
and grabbed a little clump of loose turd. Then he worked it
onto his buddy's face and shoved some up his nose!
   "SUCK IT OUT OF HIS NOSE, QUEERBOY!" he yelled at Jimmy.
   Gagging and now finding it hard to breathe at all, the
guy  was staring wide-eyed, his head still being forced into
position. Quickly, Jimmy attached his mouth onto the guy's nose
and sucked the shit from his nostrils! Breathing again, the guy
fell back in horror.
   Taylor ordered another guy to take a shit in his hand. He
did, but not without being prepared to run. But it was the only
guy left that was directed to approach Taylor. He did so quite
reluctantly. Taylor smirked at him, telling him not to worry.
   "Lift your foot up!" When the guy did, Taylor squished the
fresh, soft turd between his toes, wiping his hand off on the
guy's leg. Helping him with balance, Taylor supported his thigh
while lifting the foot to Jimmy's face.
   "SUCK THE SHIT FROM BETWEEN HIS TOES, TURD-EATER!"
   Jimmy, lips smeared with shit, stared at Taylor as if he'd
gone mad. "I'll do it, but no matter where you put it, there's
nothing nastier than eating shit from an asshole!" He started
to suck the guy's toes!
   Realizing Jimmy was right, Taylor arranged the boy on the
floor and squatted over his face. He shit into Jimmy's mouth,
and the boy ate his turd as fast as it came from his rectum!
   Jimmy ate shit from that time on. He ate all their shit.
They were constantly devising new ways, and positions, and
Jimmy ate it all down, never embarrassed, never hesitant. He
loved their turds--especially Taylor's--and ate them readily
for the next three years!
   When they all broke up or moved away, Jimmy found new
resources for his appetite. New, fresh, sweet turds from horny
high school boys and their friends in college!
   As a matter of fact, Jimmy was an honorary member of
the college fraternity Cumda Sucma Dingus? He was their new
suckslave!


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