Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012 02:27:42 -0700 (MST)
From: stories@mudcub.com
Subject: Doggy Inside And Out (dog scat)

Doggy Inside And Out

by Mudcub

stories@mudcub.com

Master welded the stocks Himself. It took Him a few tries to get it right.
But now the frame works perfectly.

It holds me in a kneeling position on all fours. Thick metal cuffs hold my
hands down to the ground, with a rigid iron bar keeping them about two
feet apart. The same this goes for my legs? my ankles are stretched by a
spreader bar, and then another bar keeps my knees immobile. Another bar is
welded to connect the arms, legs, and knees together so I can't get up
from my dog-like position. In fact, I can't move much at all.

There's an optional support which goes around my chest - on sort of a pole
that screws into the base below me. Another pole lifts up my head by means
of an iron collar locked around my neck. With both of those pieces in
place, I can't move my head neither up nor down, and a leather strap over
my forehead makes sure I can't turn it left or right.

Sometimes I have a gag in, especially when Master whips or canes me while
I'm in the stocks. But today my mouth is free? I can move my jaw up and
down, but that's about the only part that has a range of motion. Maybe I
can curl my toes or flex my fingers. I could say something to the Master
stand above me, but I (wisely) decide to keep my mouth shut.

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The hardest part of the morning was finding enough bags. The dog park near
my house has nineteen garbage cans. The city's sanitation crew comes by
before dawn to empty 'em out. That's why I was up at 3 am to grab all the
bags of trash before they could clean up. I bet they were surprised when
they started their morning shift and all the garbage cans were already
empty!

I wore my dirtiest coveralls for the task. It was a cloudy night, and I
knew nobody was going to be around at 3 am, but I was still nervous. I
wore an orange safety vest. In my dirt-stained clothes and old work boots,
I hoped anybody that saw me thought I was one of the park and rec crew
getting an early start.

My truck didn't look right? it's way too beat up to pass for a city
vehicle. So, I moved fast as I parked my truck close to the first garbage
can, and put on a pair of leather gloves. In a flash, I opened the garbage
can, and threw the thick plastic bag into the bed of my pickup truck.
Eighteen more stops, and soon the back of my truck was filled with the
entire contents of the the park's trash.

To be on the safe side, I hit a second public park across town. This park
is smaller, with only ten garbage cans. But I hoped those ten plastic bags
would yield a lot more stuff, because that neighborhood surrounding the
park had a lot more apartment buildings, and therefore a lot more dogs.
Because that's what I was in search of last evening? dog shit. And lots of
it.

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I could have sorted through all the trash bags in my garage. That would
have kept the smell out of my house, and would have had a lot more room to
do the sorting. But Master was very specific. I was to strip naked, open
each bag, and dump the contents onto my living room floor. Luckily, I live
alone. But I didn't relish what my living room would probably look like
for the next few weeks, until Master gave me permission to clean
everything up. But I did as I was told.

I steeled myself and ripped open the first large garbage bag, and upturned
it to spill out all over my carpet. I can't describe the smell - it was
really awful. Some of that garbage had probably been thrown out early
yesterday afternoon, and as such, had been fermenting in the summer sun
all day. Tons of stuff fell out of the bag - paper wrappers, leaves and
grass, bags within bags, and worst of all, about four cups of some
unidentifiable black liquid that poured out of the bag into a puddle on my
floor.

There were a lot of food scraps. Probably left over from picnics, or from
people eating in the park over their lunch hour. In the past, Master has
made me eat some of the leftover food from the trash. He says that is a
good reminder that I am a pig - fit for nothing but rooting around the
scraps left by my betters. But this morning, I was told to ignore the
rotten food smeared all over my living room carpet, and to gather all the
small plastic bags I could.

Years ago, you could easily find dog turds all over the park. And if you
look, you still can. But most owners nowadays are trained to pick up their
dog's shit and throw it away in a plastic bag. It was these small bags I
was searching for. And there they are? knotted up once or twice, the
contents safely stored away before they could be disposed.

I wished I was given permission to wear rubber gloves for this task, but
Master was very specific: I was to do everything barehanded, and not to
wash up before coming over to His dungeon later that day. I found the
first small plastic bag - which looked like the kind newspapers used to
come wrapped in - and I tore it open exposing the dog shit inside.

There's something weird about the smell of dog shit. I think that the
human nose instantly knows that it's something alien, something different
than human shit. It has an almost spicy stink to it, like pepper. I think
it's more pungent than human shit? which is why it's so noticeable when
you step in it. The stench of dog shit hangs in the air almost like a
warning. And I knew I would become really familiar with that smell before
the day was out.

This dog turd was small? almost like little pellets. I cursed my luck. I
hated to think about what kind of tiny fucking Pekinese or Chihuahua
produced these little turdballs. I didn't like this idea of touching the
shit from some little lapdog. At least if it was the shit from some big
Rottweiler or Great Dane it would be ok. Macho almost. But I was stuck
with whatever the garbage offered me that day.

I had two big orange five gallon plastic buckets that I was supposed to
fill. So I got to work. There were tons of little plastic bags in the
first garbage sack I opened up. A bonanza! It must be because it was the
weekend and everyone had walked their dogs to the park yesterday. The
turds were all different - some were huge, some small. Some were rock
hard, while others were more of a liquid slurry that I had to squish out
of their bags like toothpaste. A lot of them had grass stuck to them, as
if their owner had to pick up the turds from the park lawn. But they all
had that same spicy strong stink, and soon my entire house was filled with
the unforgettable smell of a bucket of dog shit.

I swear some of the turds were still warm. I'd like to say that the job
got easier as I spilled the entire contents of the second large garbage
bag onto my floor? but if anything the job got harder and harder. Soon, my
hands are covered in dog shit during the process of transferring every
single bit of dogshit from their plastic bags into the bucket. I almost
puked a few times.

It took about three hours to sort through all twenty-two garbage bags. By
the end of it, there were mounds of trash all over my living room floor,
as if my house was on an episode of the "Hoarders" tv show. The air
smelled like dog shit and rotting food. I wondered how long Master would
order me to keep my house this way. A week? Two? Would I be forced to live
in a house full of garbage for the next month? the trash fermenting and
smelling worse and worse each day? I didn't know, but I knew it would be
foul.

Master says that I am a pig, so I should learn to live like one. That
explains the garbage which filled my living room, that I would notice
every time I opened my front door for the next few weeks. And it explained
why I now drove across town with two five gallon drums full of dogshit -
the lids securely fastened to the top of each bucket. I wasn't quite sure
what Master had planned for that afternoon, but was bursting with
excitement and a high libido.

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The stocks are kind of comfortable, actually. I hate saying that, because
after a while, my muscles grow stiff and irritated at being held in one
position for so long in the metal bonds. But there is something comforting
in being on all fours for me. Maybe I've been Master's pig for long enough
now that I've gotten used to crawling around on the ground every time I am
lucky enough to serve Him in His dungeon.

Whether it's licking Master's boots, or being fucked in the ass by Him, I
always have to be at ground level when I am in His house. And naked, too.
When I show up at His front door, He allows me two steps in His house to
close the door behind me, and then I am to strip, folding my clothes
neatly in a pile on the welcome mat. Then, to make the entrance complete,
I am to drop to all fours, my forehead on the ground, and make a proper
obeisance to thank Him for allowing me to serve that day.

Sometimes, Master makes me suck His dick or lick His hairy asshole even
before I enter the rest of the house. But today, He has other plans, and
picks up the buckets full of dog shit and tells me to follow Him and crawl
into the dungeon.

It didn't take long for Him top secure me in the stocks. He hit me four or
five times spanking me with His hand - hard - to judge how far I could
squirm. Which wasn't far. I just let out a few yells and wriggled my toes
a bit. But I couldn't move my ass out of the way, thanks to the metal bars
holding my chest and knees in place. That way, Master knew I was ready.

I couldn't move my head to see what Master was doing behind me. But I knew
when He opened up one of the buckets of dog shit, because the stink
instantly filled the small space of the basement dungeon. Whew! Grunted
Master. I was glad I was able to find enough shit to fill one of the
buckets all the way, and the other half-full. I knew that I would be
severely punished if I had shown up to His dungeon empty-handed. When
Master saw the state of my shit-smeared hands, He knew that I had done my
job properly without gloves, too.

As if I couldn't smell the rancid stink of the dogshit enough, Master put
one of the buckets on the floor in front of me - the bucket that was
half-full. I could look down and see the huge handfuls of crap I had
collected. All sorts of colors - from brown to greenish-looking to yellow.
I didn't want to think what was wrong with the dogs that had yellow shit.
I hoped it didn't have worms.

Master had slipped on a pair of rubber gloves, and set down the second
full bucket behind me, opening it up. I could see what He was doing? but I
soon felt it. With no warning, one of His fingers went up my asshole. If
felt cold and wet, and I didn't know what it was at first, but then I soon
figured it out. Master had lubed up his finger with a generous scoops of
dogshit from the bucket, before plunging it up my asshole.

I was shocked, and I could feel my asshole clench up suddenly, like it was
trying to force the intruder out. But Master chucked. He knows how to work
my ass. He just moved his finger in and out slowly? occasionally pulling
out completely to swirl his digit into a mass of soft dogshit before
shoving it in again.

In and out, in and out, the pace was mesmerizing. And before I knew it, I
felt my dick getting rock hard. Yeah, I'm such an ass pig. I hate to admit
it, but the way to my heart is through my colon. I felt myself relaxing,
submitting to Master's fingers. First one, and then two. I felt him scoop
him a small handful of clay-like shit, and work it up my ass. He was
opening my butthole up wider and wider, until he could slide four fingers
in easily.

The smell from the shit bucket under my nose was making me heady. I don't
know if it was the methane, or a lack of oxygen, but I soon found myself
flying as if I was on poppers. My dick was starting to drool pre-cum, and
I was finding everything really erotic. I couldn't believe how filthy and
depraved I was. My body locked in the unforgiving stocks My hands brown
from my morning labors. My asshole opened wide to accept more and more
fingers, more and more shit.

When Master decided I had had enough, he dug in the bucket with his gloved
hands to find some harder turds. He started to insert these one at a time,
popping them in. Soon, I was really full, and my stomach was starting to
distend down to the ground. When Master thought there wasn't any more
room, He went and got a butt plug from the tools hanging on the wall of
His dungeon.

It's an interesting plug, because it's attached to a harness. The harness
is like a jock strap on backwards. A heavy leather plate goes up my
asscrack, holding the plug in place. Meanwhile, two leather straps go
around my thighs, meeting up over my hips. Since I was restrained so
heavily in the stocks, there was no way I could shit out the plug until
Master undid the straps. Suddenly, the plug felt very large in my ass, and
the huge mass of dogshit I was storing in my rectum was pressing on it
trying to get out.

With my ass full, Master walked around to my face. I was so horny that I
hoped He would pull out His dick and roughly fuck my face, forcing me to
give Him a blow job in the condition I was in. But to no avail. Master was
all about getting the job done. He stuck his now-filthy rubber glove into
the half-filled bucket in front of me, and gave it a stir. He pulled out a
handful of mostly soft shit, and with a gleam in His eye, told me to open
my mouth.

Two fingers went into my mouth, smearing shit on my tongue. I almost puked
right then. If you've never tried it, then I have to explain that dogshit
is really gritty. It doesn't taste like it smells. Maybe it tastes worse.
I always thought it tasted like whatever the dog was eating - usually a
strange barley-like flavor of grain and dog kibble. It tastes like awful
sand, a semi-digested paste of hard bits and gooey runny phlegm.

I think the texture is the worst. And my face curled into disgust as
Master ran His gloved fingers under my tongue, inside my gloves, all over
my teeth, He scraped up more shit from the bucket, and made sure that my
mouth was entirely full of dog shit - every crack and crevice of my gums
and cheeks bursting with lumps of now-cold stinking filth.

And then Master said, "Swallow".

That was the worst part. It's one thing to have a mouthful of shit, but
quite another to choke it down. Maybe in the back of my mind, I thought He
might allow me to spit out the huge mouthful. Maybe unlock me from the
stocks, and give me permission to rinse out my mouth, spitting the
remained into the toilet bowl, gagging until tears were in my eyes. But
that was not to happen.

I knew what Master wanted. He wanted me filled from both ends, and He
wasn't going to happy until my stomach was complete full of dogshit the
way my ass was. That was His plan for today. To have me stuffed with all
the sludge I had brought. To turn me inside and out into a living dogturd
- proof that I wasn't even human, not after today. I thought about this
and got turned on. I think the fact that my dick was throbbing and begging
to be touched was the only reason I was able to swallow again and again.

Another handful and then another. Master and I got into a rhythm.
Sometimes He would make me swallow a hard dog turd whole. Other times, He
would order me to chew it up and mix it with my saliva. I had to open my
mouth and show Him I had turned it into a runny paste before He allowed me
to swallow it down.

I started to get very full before the bucket was even half empty. I
figured I had eaten a full gallon of shit. A few times, I started to puke,
but I managed to keep my mouth shut. I coughed up some burning bile from
my stomach, but gulped it back down, before opening my mouth obediently
for more hand-fed shit.

Master told me what a good pig I was becoming. What a good dog. That if
you are what you eat, then I was 100% dog shit. Master took a finger full
of shit and stuffed it up my nose. Another handful smeared my mustache
below my nose so all could smell was dog. Great globs of muck were worked
into my beard and the hair on my head. He smeared my entire face and neck,
and then went and got a latex hood from His supplies.

He explained how this would work. He was going to fill my mouth completely
with dogshit one last time. He wanted my cheeks to be bulging - sticking
out from my face like a chipmunk. But this time, I wasn't supposed to
swallow. He was going to put the rubber hood on me so I couldn't spit any
of the crap out. But after a few hours, he was going to check my mouth. if
I didn't have a huge mouthful left, there would be hell to pay. This way,
He told me, I would be forced to experience the full flavor of the gritty
shit on my tongue as it slowly dissolved and turned into a dogshit soup in
my mouth.

Master made sure my head was entirely covered in brown muck before
slipping the hood on. The rubber hood has nose holes, but no eyes or
mouth. I panicked for a second as the hood went on, since my nose was full
of shit, and that was the only way I could breathe. I almost spit out all
the sludge in my mouth to get air, but realized that if I snorted down the
shit that was in my nostrils, I could breathe. Master situated the rubber
hood in place, and soon I was wheezing and puffing enough oxygen to live
for a while.

Master took the rest of the dogshit that was in the buckets, and started
rubber my body with it. This felt good, like a massage with cold clay. As
long as I didn't think too hard about what was covering every inch of my
body, I was all right. And Master was thorough - He made sure to rub a
thick layer of shit between my toes, into my armpits, all over my balls.

It felt so amazing when Master started to stroke my dick with a clammy
handful of shit that I almost came. But He was talented, and knew when to
stop. Instead, He unbuckled the harness around my waist at let the
buttplug pop out. I am embarrassed to say that I had no control over my
bowels - I started to shit out a river of dogshit the second the plug was
free.

But Master was patient, and just shoved the turds back in. Four fingers
pushed in, and my ass pushed back against him even though I tried to
relax. It wasn't until he went and got a long dildo that I was able to
hold the dogshit in my ass. Master popped some large turds into my
asshole, then used the dildo as a "stirring stick" to push the crap as far
up my ass as it could go. Then several more turds, then the stick.

Master repeated this process until I had twice as much shit in my ass as
before. Now I was incredibly full - I bet I weighed twenty pounds heavier
than when I did that morning. My mouth was completely full of a runny
mixture of dogshit and puke, my stomach was full from my huge dogshit
lunch earlier. And now, the buttplug and harness was fastened once again
into my ass, and I knew it would remain there for a  long time to come.

I was held in serious metal bondage, my body completely smeared head to
toe in shit. A rubber hood blinding me, holding a thick layer of shit
close to my face. All I could smell was the rank stench of dogshit - all
kinds from all breeds. I knew what it was like to be a living dog turd,
and my dick throbbed at the thought, dripping a steady stream of pre-cum
onto the platform beneath me.

I was left in that position for a long time - don't know how long. I have
never smelled to bad in my life? my pores soaking up the stink and
staining my skin brown. Later that night, Master would release me and
allow me to stand up for the first time in hours. Then, he would make me
crawl into a full rubber catsuit that would hold the buttplug even more
securely in place. The rubber catsuit was full of the last of the sludge
from the buckets - Master rinsed the buckets out with His piss, and some
old bottles of piss He had saved up for days, and poured the whole mixture
into the suit for me to slide into.

Master pulled my chin out from under the rubber hood and checked to make
sure I still had a full mouth of slop - that I was obeying Him. He made me
stay in that catsuit for several hours until it was time for bed. He gave
one last command, "Swallow", and then allowed me lay on the floor of the
dungeon to sleep.

>From the outside, I looked clean, an the average gimp in a shiny black
rubber suit. But I stunk to high heaven, smeared on the inside with eight
gallons of dogshit. As I slept, my body was digesting my huge gut full of
crap. In the morning the plug would come out, followed by ass load of
dogshit I was warming all night in my intestines. That, of course, would
be my breakfast to start the day, followed - if I was lucky - by Master's
shit directly from His ass.

We would repeat this training session several times over the next few
years. Sometimes dogshit, sometimes horse or cow. If I was lucky, Master
would save His own shit, and the shit of His friends, or I would be
ordered to raid an outhouse on a nearby construction site. But I was
always fed from both ends, and Master wasn't happy until I had a full
stomach, a full ass, and a full mouth.