Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2018 14:36:17 +0000
From: Jay Morris <sniffyoudeep@hotmail.com>
Subject: Benidorm Scally Raunch Part 14

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Very strong scat raunch and incest themes. Very strong stomachs needed...

I never thought I'd be penning this next chapter from my hospital bed but
here I am. The last thing I remember before the blackout is the stink of
that hotel room. I'd watched two lads pull their own father virtually
inside out before filling him with their own puke shit piss and cum, not to
mention their uncle's for good measure. Ruined and shaking he'd squatted
over my open mouth as I prepared to take the next step down in my spiral
into utter filth and depravity. Before I knew it my mouth was being flooded
with the churned up nastiness of his family as it exploded out of his
distended guts and down my throat. I felt Danny sucking on my rigid cock as
I tried my best to ingest the intestinal cum shit and puke package but - as
per usual - eyes bigger than my belly. I choked and blacked out just as I
unloaded into Danny's hungry mouth and then nothing but silence and
blackness...

I didn't meet my maker but woke up in a very quiet hospital room in
downtown Benidorm. I must say I'm impressed by the standard of cleanliness
on show here. Sparkling surfaces, pristine white walls. Quite the contrast
to the stink of Danny and his family and their shitty spunk pukefest that
led me here. Propping myself up on my elbows I felt a terrible ache in my
stomach as I peered around my private room and wondered if we'd have this
standard of treatment back home were the NHS not being dismantled from
under us...

My brain was saved from venturing too far into real life when the door
opened and Danny's face appeared. How strange that even laid up in a
hospital bed with an aching gut and a sore throat I still had a twinge in
my daddy cock when I saw his cute as a button sick as a pig face. He'd
changed his clothes and wore white shorts, tight around his bulge and
chunky arse, with a vest top that showed off his developing muscular arms,
no doubt pumped up from fisting his fucking brother so much.

"Good to see you're still alive," he laughed. "They had to pump your
stomach mate, I think they're gonna be asking some questions."

"Why would they?"

"Well it's a bit weird they pumped a ton of shit puke cum and piss out of
you..." he sneered. "Dad's in a bad way, they're stitching him up, guess we
went too far."

I was shocked to see the smirk on Danny's face. His father was being
stitched up because of the brutal pounding he'd received at the hands
(literally) of his sons and brother and yet Danny found it amusing. And
from the bulge in his white shorts, arousing.

"Is he going to be alright?"

"Course he is. Shit happens when you're a nasty fucker like him. And like
me. And... like you."

He sat down beside me, spreading his legs and drawing my eyes to his
bulging crotch.

"Bet you thought you were really taking advantage of me when you first met
me," Danny scoffed. "Poor little innocent boy all laid out ready to be used
by you!"

"I must say," I responded. "I did get the wrong end of the stick when I
first laid eyes on you. I saw you as a ripe peach ready to be devoured,
split open and juiced out all over the floor for the first time."

"Mate I got split years ago. I did the splitting too."

"You're not just a run-of-the-mill deviant," I responded. "I see the
darkness in you, how did that come about?"

Danny sat back in his seat, his bulge more prominent than before. He
smirked, rubbed his hand along the outline of his cock and balls and gave
himself a little squeeze.

"Maybe I was just born a nasty cunt."

He lifted his leg, placing a foot on my bed, and let rip a loud obscene
fart. He giggled at me and I smirked, smelling the rancid egg whaft up from
under his balls.

"You're a wind-up merchant," I said, boning under my sheets. He saw it and
licked his lips, pulling my sheets back to reveal my throbbing nine inches
of dad meat. Leaning forward he enveloped it in his mouth and then
grimaced, sniffing deep.

"And you need a bed bath you dirty fuck," he laughed, before spitting all
over my cock and balls and working them over with his tongue. Danny's
skills were out of this world as he rolled my glands under his expert
tongue, pulled open my piss slit and wedged it in there, jerked my foreskin
back and forth with a sloppy sticky wank.

"Jesus," I groaned. "Keep that up and I'll cum."

"Your pre tastes like my dad's," he replied. "Fucking love it."

He scooped it up and fed it to me before leaning in for an extremely
passionate deep wet kiss. His tongue slid as far as it could past my
tonsils as his mouth raped mine.

Without a word he suddenly broke off from me and laughed before going out
of the room. I was left solid and throbbing, baffled to be left alone
without release. And then he suddenly returned holding a heavy bag in his
hand. It was ziplocked plastic and inside he carried what could only be
described as soup.

"What's this? Hospital food? Don't tell me you're moonlighting as a
porter..."

"Oh no this ain't for you, it's for me," he said. "I wanna show you
something special."

He slapped the bag between my legs and unzipped it. The stench that filled
the room can only be described as raw sewage. I found myself bawking as it
drifted under my nose.

"What on earth is that..."

"It's what they pumped out your stomach," Danny said with a smirk. "All
your gut juice, mine, dad's, Si's, Uncle Ste's..."

I couldn't believe my eyes as he dipped a hand in there and scooped it out
of the bag before slathering my cock with it. I was in seventh heaven as he
used my gut chunder to masturbate me, the nasty stink and the obscene foul
noise filling the room until he leaned down and took my gut-covered cock in
his mouth. I gasped, throwing my head back as he sucked it for all it was
worth until finally I blasted off like a rocket down his throat. I thought
my balls would have nothing left but Danny had clearly found an untapped
source of sperm and hoovered the lot up with the foul soup.

Afterwards as I lay there I watched him hide the bag under the bed in his
tight white shorts which almost split when he bent over.

"How long have you had those shorts, they're tiny?"

"Since the centre."

He smirked, looking me over. "GMan liked us in the tightest shorts. He was
the head screw at the detention centre. Fucking lunatic he was and the
dirtiest cunt you ever met. He never let us shower, said he wanted our dorm
to smell like arse. And it did."

"Sounds like my kinda guy," I remarked. "Why were you in there in the first
place?"

"That'd be telling," he winked. "But trust me, I got up to plenty in that
fucking place. Stuff that I reckon would shock you."

"Oh yeah?" My dick was twitching again. "Try me."

He sat stroking his hard dick through those shorts as he talked, lost in
his memories.

"Gman taught me the lot. I'd only been in there two weeks when I walked in
and found him ruining some poor lad with his night stick. I mean the lad
was face down arse up half unconscious puking everywhere while Gman
literally pounded his guts with that stick, his arse was in bits mate. Gman
was a tough nut scally with tats and a skinhead, these icy blue eyes,
stubble and a fat rock hard arse that bounced in his uniform when he
walked. The lad he was fucking was this skinny ginger weed, looked like he
didn't have any fight in him. And Gman was taking advantage, I mean
pummeling the fuck out of the lad until he was out cold in his own
mess. Gman sees me watching and I could see he shit himself, thinking he'd
been caught. But I lobbed my cock out and came everywhere and he knew I was
on his fucked up level. He taught me how to fist a guy. This fucking black
bastard, Jules, he thought he could bully me and then one day Gman comes to
me and says, "I got Jules in the workshop. Come and watch me give him a
little lesson in manners."

"I remember I was hard before I got there 'cos I knew what Gman was
like. He had Jules tied down on the work bench naked, his fat black arse
was spread in the air and he was that scared he'd shit himself. The mess
was fucking everywhere mate, like mushy peas all over the floor, all up his
back. Gman made him eat his own shit til he puked and you know what? When I
got on my knees underneath Jules I saw his black dick was solid as a
rock. He was loving it. I sucked his eight inches like a lollipop and Gman
says to me "You wanna drink?" And then he takes his night stick and rams it
hard into Jules and says "I'm fucking his bladder" and next thing piss
explodes out of Jules' fat cock all down my throat. I could hear him
moaning and crying whilst I sucked on his big pissing bell end and then
Gman tell me he's got some tools to help us out with the lesson. I turns
round and Gman's stood there naked mate, apart from a big rubber apron. I
was like 'what the fuck is he gonna do!' and Jules starts begging for mercy
but Gman's locked the door and he... he goes into his toolkit and out comes
a fucking drill.

"Jules is screaming for help and I'm down there by his arse just as he lets
rip and has this fucking diarrhea shit all over my chest. My dick was so
hard mate, I knew it was sick and wrong but I've never throbbed like that
before, it was so hard it HURT! Gman's coming over revving up this drill
and Jules is begging for help, screaming and the drill's powered up and
Gman aims it at Jules' arse. Jules is puking and shitting and pissing and
I'm like 'he can't really do this can he?' and then he smirks at me and
grabs a dildo out of his toolkit, jams the drill right into the dildo from
beneath and before I know it... it's a drilldo.

"I started wanking my shitty cock as Gman slid that dildo into Jules'
shit-lubed arse and when he's got it balls deep... he turns the drill
on. Jules is slobbering and in a fucking trance mate. He's got this pain
and pleasure thing going on, his guts are being spun like a fucking washing
machine but his dick is literally pissing cum as Gman fucks him hard with
that spinning dildo deeper and deeper until he yanks it out and there we
have it... my first prolapse. Only Jules wasn't expecting it and he's
screaming as his arse flops out on the floor and Gman says to me "You
better put that back where we found it..." And I grabbed Jules' red meat
and fucking fisted it back into him..."

Danny stopped and laughed, looking down at his shorts.

"Well look at that," he said, breathless. "Just made myself cum!"

And he had. I was dripping with pre watching Danny tell the story and his
prick pulsate and blow a load in his white shorts.

"That... is so hot," I said. "Sounds like he taught you a lot."

"Oh that's just the start," Danny replied. "Gman was a sicko. He loved to
us his tools on the lads. Remind me to tell you the story about the three
brothers I shared a dorm with. Jesus that was messy..."

"Well," I said, my dick fully hard again. "I've got all the time in the
world."

I started to stroke it and Danny stood, taking his shorts off to reveal his
cum plastered genitals. He draped the shorts on my face, the stink of his
balls and ass heavy on the material.

"I'll tell you in a sec," he said. "I need a shit first."

And he climbed up on my bed with one trainered foot either side of my head,
and slowly squatted down until his hole covered my mouth. He had a very
distinct and unique smell and taste. Fishy and vinegar-tinged sweat
emanating from his pink pucker. I lapped at it and it slowly opened like a
beautiful flower and he began to push just as the door to my hospital room
opened and he smirked.

"Gman," he said. "You're just in time..."

To be Continued...