Date: Sun, 3 May 2020 09:49:54 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Kinky Love Under Lockdown 3

This is a story involving scat play between adult males.  All characters
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Kinky Love Under Lockdown


Chapter Three


One morning a couple of weeks later I was working in my room, trying to
concentrate despite the pain in my bowels.  I'd been trying not to shit
first thing , so that when I did go he was up and in the mood for it.  On
some days I couldn't manage it – the urge was just too powerful – but
I was getting better.  I'd done well to hold it that morning after the big
bean chilli I'd made us the night before, but I wasn't going to be able to
hold it for much longer.  I didn't need to either, for he was all ready and
waiting for me.  I finished the sentence I was writing, saved the document
and went through to the bathroom to take a dump.

Ed was standing naked with his hands behind his back, cuffed to the
vertical towel rail that went from floor to ceiling.  He was helpless,
forced to stand and watch what was about to happen and unable even to hold
his nose to get away from the smell.  His dick was already more than half
hard, and when I sat down on the toilet in front of him I watched it rising
to the occasion.  I looked up his godlike body, and then held his gaze as I
relaxed inside and my shit surged ecstatically down to the exit, and I
started curling out a big, satisfying turd.  His mouth opened a little way
as he listened to it crackle and squeak and the first weighty drops
splashed my bottom, and then the smell hit him.  He inhaled it deeply,
glanced down at his throbbing dick, and looked back to me, curling out
another satisfying turd.  The door and the window were shut and the
rankness of it really filled the bathroom, especially when I farted and
dumped a lump of mushy shit on top of my load.  He stood and watched,
breathing hard and his eyes wide, with the look of a lad who really wants
to cum and his dick dancing in front of him.  He really did have the most
spectacularly beautiful one; long and shapely, and so very suckable...

'Go on, release yourself,' I said.  'I wanna suck your cock!'

He grinned broadly, fiddled behind him and released the safety button on
his cuffs – they were only the pretend ones you get from a sex shop, not
proper police cuffs – stepped forward and thrust his cock into my open
mouth.  He'd told me once that I gave really good blowjobs, and now he gave
a little masculine gasp as I rolled my tongue round his head and then took
his shaft right back into my throat.  He fucked my face gently, and as he
did I fondled his bottom,pushed his legs apart and probed further into his
crack.  He'd been for a shit earlier and he'd had a shower afterwards, so
his bottom was perfectly clean, and I tickled his hole and teased him
underneath behind his balls.  His breathing grew heavier and he started to
leak acrid spunk into my mouth and went to pull back as if to stop himself
cumming, but I wasn't stopping then.  I pulled him back into my throat and
sucked him harder, and he gasped and yelped a few times, and then shot his
load right into my mouth.


* * * * *


We pretty much never went for a shit alone any more.  Well, I had on a
couple of mornings when I'd got up very early and had to go when I'd got
back from my run, when he was still asleep, but apart from that neither of
us had emptied our bowels without the other present for the best part of a
fortnight.  At the weekend we'd had another messy session in our pants, but
most of the time it had just been shitting in the toilet or on the floor,
sometimes with him tied up.  He used to get really excited when I
restrained him in the bathroom and had a shit in front of him, and then one
morning when his stomach felt bit gassy I tied him up to the radiator in my
room and pretended to work while he stood by with his dick bouncing,
squirming about as he got desperate.  Eventually I released him from the
radiator and took him through to the bathroom, still with his wrists cuffed
together so he couldn't wipe his bum.  His dick bobbed and twitched as I
pulled his pants down for him and let him sit hastily down on the toilet,
where at once he let out a wet fart and a series of rapid-fire plops, and
his smell was really ripe.  When he was done I wiped his bottom for him and
then wanked us both off together.  We did it again the next day, and this
time he sucked my dick whilst he sat there having a long, slow shit, with
his usual softer smell rising up around us.

It was pretty obvious that the next thing would be not to untie him at all
and make him go where he was. That was why one morning shortly afterwards I
cuffed him to the towel rail again, this time with his ankles and wrists
chained together and his arms stretched above his head, standing on a
plastic sheet.  I left him there for a bit while I went and did other
things, and when I came back he was jiggling and squirming and he pleaded
with me to release him and let him take a shit.  The sight of this cool and
confident lad helpless and desperate to go to the toilet never failed to
turn me on, and I put down the toilet lid and sat down on it, and waited
for him to humiliate himself completely.  It didn't take very long.  He
wriggled and squirmed about more frantically, and then suddenly he tensed
up, shuffled his feet right up to the wall with his ankles as far apart as
the cord tying them together would allow, and stuck his bottom out as best
he could.  His face went bright red as he stood there with a big brown tail
extending down from his bum and perfuming the air with his fresh smell, and
his dick danced and bobbed up and down.  He was so turned on I told him to
release himself and come over for me to suck him off.  Scat with him tied
up was proving exciting, and it wasn't hard to see where it would go next!

A few days later I stood up from the table after we'd finished having
breakfast together.  Ed had been trying to get up earlier recently, saying
he felt lazy and unfit and needed to go running more often, and so when I
got back from my run he was already up and I made him some breakfast.
Normally he'd wait a bit afterwards, and then go and work out or go for a
run himself.  This morning he was looking all tense and excited, though,
and his running shoes were staying in the cupboard.  We'd been terribly
horny the night before and come up with an idea.  Now we were going to do
it, and he raised one eyebrow as he saw me get up.

'Okay.  Time to tie you up.  Are you ready?'

He looked really serious, and when he stood up his erection stood up proud
in his jogging bottoms.  Slowly he pulled them down and stepped out of
them, and then his tight T-shirt too, leaving him only in the stretchy grey
trunks that barely contained his cock.  Then I turned and led him through
to his bedroom, where he'd made his weight training set-up ready the night
before.  The bench was set as high as it would go, and angled so if he was
lying on it his head would be raised.  He looked all coy and wary as he
walked towards it.

'Right.  Over you go.'

He spread his legs slightly, stepped forward and straddled the lower end of
the bench, bent over along it and stretched out his arms.  I moved in at
once and tied him.  I cuffed his wrists to the frame in front, and used
dressing gown cords to tie his ankles to the bench legs.  Finally I passed
a cord around his body, and pulled it tight so he couldn't squirm about too
much.  He always got really excited as I immobilised him.  He whimpered
piteously, and his dick twitched and throbbed in his pants.  I ran my
fingers over his bottom and pulled his pants down a shade to straighten
them up across his cheeks, and he whimpered again as I gave them a playful
slap.  He was ready, and now all I had to do was wait.

I went and cleared away the remains of breakfast, washed up the espresso
pot and the cup he'd drunk it from a quarter of an hour earlier, and then
did a couple of odd jobs around the flat.  A few times I stuck my head
around his bedroom door to check on him.  He was facing away from the door
with his bottom sticking right out towards it, and in front of him to his
left I'd opened the wardrobe door so he could see himself in the long
mirror.  I could see his face in it too, and the third or fourth time I
looked in on him he was looking strained.  I walked into the room that
time, stood behind him and fondled his bottom through his pants, and he
whimpered.  There was no need to say anything: we both knew what was going
to happen.  I reached down underneath him, unbuttoned his flies and freed
his dick from his pants.  It bobbed up and down and he gave a little moan.

I went off and pretended to do another couple of little jobs, leaving him
in ever growing discomfort. I'd told him that if he could hold it for a
couple of hours I'd take him to the toilet, sit with him while he eased
himself and then wipe his bottom for him, but we both knew couldn't.  I was
far too excited to do anything really, and I was absent-mindedly making my
bed, giving my cock a stroke through my pants every so often, when he
cracked.

'Cam!' he called urgently.  'Cam ... please!'

I scuttled quickly back through to his room.  He was a pitiful sight now,
sweating and groaning, wiggling his bottom up and down and side to side as
best he could, and the room smelled of his farts.  I wondered how the
people who posted pictures and adoring comments about him on gay chat
forums would react if they could see him now, bound and helpless and
desperate for a shit.  His dick had subsided a bit and it hung heavily down
in front of him, swinging to and fro as he squirmed.  I came and stood next
to him, nonchalantly stripped naked while he struggled, then took up
position standing behind him again and watched him slowly lose his battle.
His wriggling grew more frantic and he let out a couple of high-pitched
moans, and then suddenly he gasped and went still.

'Oh ... oh no...'

His chute gave a heave he couldn't hold back, and he pushed out the seat of
his pants with a thick crackling log.  I watched its tip tent out the grey
fabric and curl to the left, and then his turd snapped and collapsed into a
lumpy ball.  His bottom hissed and squelched as it swelled up, and his dick
stood up to attention once more, and danced and dribbled on the floor.
Eventually the filthy noises from his pants abated and I stepped a bit
closer, sniffing at the warm, thick aroma.

'Mm, Ed, that smells!  Have you finished?'

'No,' he said wretchedly.

'Push it all out then.  Go on.  I'm not untying you til you're done.'

'Oh god...'

His bottom filled out slightly and the slimy sounds started up again, and I
stood by and watched and wanked.  He wriggled his hips from side to side,
trying to dislodge the shit packed into his crack to make room for more.
Then suddenly it worked, and he emptied his bowels with a fart and rush
that made him gasp as slimy hotness spread across his bottom and down
behind his balls.  He'd shat himself copiously, and now he stood there
whimpering, with his toilet smell hanging around him like fog.  I stepped
right up behind him, pulled out his waistband and inspected his dirty
bottom and the hot brown lump pressed up against it.  He knew what was
coming next, and he let out a little whimper as I let his waistband go.

'Mm, you smell!' I said again.  'Properly shit yourself, haven't you.  Have
you finished?'

He nodded, and said 'yes' in a small voice.

'Good.  Now, want a messy bottom...?'

He nodded again, eagerly this time.

A while back I'd managed to snaffle a box of disposable plastic gloves from
a storeroom at work.  Normally I just used them whilst cleaning, but now I
put one on and started to run my hand over his bottom.  His shit was warm
and lumpy and firm to the touch, like plasticine, and he gasped as I cupped
it in my hand and pressed it to his skin.  I began to push his shit gently
about, side to side and up and down and then in a circular motion, smearing
it all over his cheeks and tickling him underneath.  Looking down between
his legs I could see his dick dancing again, and when I rubbed a bit harder
he began to moan and dribble cum.  I stood by and let him calm down for a
few minutes, then started once more and rubbed him until he was breathing
heavily and edging.  I could never believe how turned on he got when he
shat himself!  He yelped at me to stop or I'd make him cum, and he begged
me to release him and let him sit in it.

I bent down next to him and untied his legs, and then stood and undid the
cord around his middle, listening to his hoarse breathing and watching his
dancing dick.  He wriggled gratefully as soon as he was free to do so.  I
uncuffed his arms from the frame, but then got him to hold his hands out in
front of me so I could cuff his wrists together and lead him through to the
bathroom.  I held the poppers under his nose for him to inhale, and then as
soon as I gave him the word he scuttled forward, turned around and plonked
himself down on the toilet.  Shit squashed all over his bottom and up
between his legs, and he leaned back with another big gout of cum dribbling
down his shaft.  I kept him there for a good twenty minutes, sniffing
poppers and making him wriggle and slide to and fro and really cover his
bottom in his own shit, until he looked at me, his wrists still cuffed
together and his face all pleading and intense.

'Cam ... I wanna cum.  Make me cum!'

He leaned back a bit to let me in and held his cuffed hands out of the way
so I could reach in and take his thundering cock in my hand.  At the same
time I started to wank with my other hand, and held my dick in his face
until he cracked, leaned forward again and took it in his mouth.  He sat
there in his shit and gave me a blowjob, and I pulled back dribbling cum
onto his lips.  Slowly I reached down and took his cock again, and wanked
us off so that we both finished together, and he leaned back and shot all
up his tummy and chest while I spattered all over his pretty face.


* * * * *


Then he tied me up for the first time.  It had never done anything for me
in the past and it didn't drive me wild then either, but I did get a tingle
in the base of my cock as he cuffed my hands together and then tied them to
the towel rail, stretched upwards like when I'd made him shit naked there.
We were both wearing only our pants and I watch his dick rise to the
occasion and make a big tent in the front of his tight white boxer briefs
as he secured me in place.  He turned around and farted, and then clenched
his bottom up hastily.  I needed a shit too.  The need to go had been
building up for nearly an hour, and I felt as if I had a concrete block in
my chute, forcing itself painfully against my arsehole.  He knew it, and he
stepped back and looked me up and down, massaging his hard-on through his
pants and grinning sexily.  Behind him the bath was cleared of clutter and
the disinfectant and plastic bags were ready, and so was the stool.  He sat
himself down on the toilet lid, squirming a little in his own discomfort,
leaned back and waited, and his cool, sexy smile spread across his face as
I started to squirm.

I was desperate for a shit, and after a quarter of an hour I was sweating
and jiggling around, trying to find some position to relieve the agony in
my chute.  In front my cock was pressing uncomfortably against my pants.
He was still sitting there fondling himself, smiling and looking as if he
was enjoying being the dominant, untied one for a change.  He could torment
me if he wanted by making me watch him have a dump on the toilet while I
struggled desperately not to lose all my dignity and dirty my pants.  For a
moment when he stood up I thought he was about to do just that, but he just
adjusted my pants a little, pulling the legs down and the waistband up at
the back so they were tight across my clenched bottom.  A couple of little
desperate farts escaped me and I clenched up frantically with shit actually
forcing itself through my hole.  He sniffed and wrinkled his nose up.

'Phew!  You stink Cam!  Are you shitting yourself?  Ooh, you are, aren't
you!'

I nodded, teeth clenched tight.  My shit was forcing itself out, all hot
and sticky between my cheeks, and the smell was getting thicker.  Then
suddenly my chute gave another heave that I couldn't control and the battle
was over.  I let out a gasp of relief as I gave in and my turd shot out and
pushed out the seat of my pants, then collapsed into a bulky, hot mass that
out across my bottom and down between my legs.  He watched open-mouthed and
wanking, sniffing eagerly as the smell filled the room.  I pushed again,
and a renewed surge from my arse massaged the back of my balls and made me
whimper, and the pile pressed against my cheeks grew heavier.

'Cor!  Cam, that's massive!' he breathed.  'Are you done?'

'Think so ... yeah.'

I strained experimentally and wriggled my hips a bit, and my shit pushed
stickily against my cheeks, strained again and forced out a last little
turd or two.  He stood up and stepped towards me, and for a moment I
thought he was going to start pushing my shit about on my bottom like I did
for him.  Instead he reached out and took hold of the back of my waistband,
pulled it out so he could see what I'd done, and gave a low whistle as he
saw the brown explosion from my bottom.

'I've had an idea,' he said huskily.  'Wanna swap?  Pants, I mean, if I go
too now...'

'Ooh!  What, and then wear one another's?!  Yes!'

'Okay.  I really need a poo now though.  Hang on, I'll untie you...'

He reached up and undid the cord tying me to the rail, and then the cuffs
themselves, and finally I could reach down and free my dick from the
confines of my pants.  It sprang out gratefully, and I stroked it as I
stepped back to give Ed some space.  He had his bum clenched up as tight as
mine had been, and now he turned away from me, bent forward and rested his
hands on the side of the bath.  He stuck his bottom out and started to
grunt, then bowed his legs and arched his back and pushed out his shit.  He
did a solid log that tented his pants out at the back, bent to the left and
curled across his cheek, and then another one pushed out on top of it and
spread out and to the right.  Filthy sounds came from his pants, and his
light, fresh smell added to the heady atmosphere in the bathroom.

'Ooh,' he grunted.  'Oh that's better...'

I couldn't resist reaching out and touching his bulge.  It was firm and
lumpy, warm to the touch, and he sighed contentedly as I pressed it against
his skin.  But then he grunted and strained and filled his bottom out
again, and I heard and felt him adding to it.  I pulled his waistband out
and watched him pushing smooth solid brown shit into his crack and sideways
across his cheeks, and his smell came up at me more strongly.  The sense of
intimacy as I watched him fill his pants like this was incredible.  Then
he'd finished, and he gave a final strain and straightened up, wiggling his
hips experimentally.

'Mm!' he sighed.  'Ooh ... big solid poo!  Now ... shall we swap?'

Standing on a couple of spread-out plastic bags, we pulled our pants down
carefully, stepped out of them and turned around to compare the messes we'd
made.  My shit was softer than his and I had a big, sticky brown semicircle
on my bottom, whereas his solid, golden-brown load had just left faint
smears.  Our pants lay on the floor, each with a big brown block in them,
mine darker and a bit bigger than his.  We stood and looked down on them
and wanked, until he turned and squatted back down, and his dirty bottom
added a couple of slim little turds to his pile.  He straightened up again,
massaging his cock, and motioned me to swap with him.

Cautiously I got one foot and then the other into his pants, then bent and
pulled them up.  They were heavy with his shit and I pulled them up
carefully to keep it in the seat where I wanted it.  Next to me he was
doing the same, and then he got them above his knees and pulled them right
up, and his mouth fell open with a little gasp as my shit touched his
backside.  Slowly I pulled his up too, nearer and nearer, until I felt his
shit against my skin.  It felt different to mine; firmer and tackier, with
lumps in different places, and I wiggled my hips to feel it all the more
strongly.  So did he, grunting as my shit smeared his bottom, and for a
moment he looked uncertain.

'Okay?' I asked him.

'Oh ... oh yeah.  Your turds feel really sticky.  So nasty!'

'Feel alright though?'

'Oh yeah!' he grinned, pulled his dick out of his flies and wanked
excitedly.  'It's fucking hot!  I wanna sit in it!'

'Mm, go on then!'

He stepped back again towards the toilet.  He was flushed and wide-eyed and
his dick was throbbing, and he hesitated for a second, trembling all over.
Then he lowered himself down, paused for a second or two, and sat down in
my shit.

'Oh!' he yelped as it exploded across his bottom.  'Oh fuck!  Ooh...!'

He nearly came then, and he screwed his face up and tensed his body all
over as he fought it down, rocking to and fro with a foul squelching sound.
Then he relaxed, and a big gobbet of white cum oozed from the end of his
dick, trickled down the shaft and dripped onto his pants and his hand,
leaving him wanking with sticky fingers.  His hand was shaking a bit as he
took the poppers bottle I proffered.

'You sit too,' he said as he held it.  'Sit in my shit.'

He took a long hit from the poppers, sat back and watched, stroking his
cock slowly as I pulled the stool towards me and lowered myself down onto
it.  His shit was firm as it pressed against my bottom, and then I sat down
on it in a warm, sticky rush.

'Mm!  Oh yeah!'

I wriggled to and fro, and moaned out loud as a lump of his shit massaged
the back of my balls and the ultra-sensitive area behind, and then fumbled
my dick out.  We started wanking together, wriggling and rocking about as
we did it.  When he stood up and twisted round to show me the damage his
bottom was nearly brown all over.  He sat back down again and we wanked
harder, and then harder still until we were both edging and yelping out
loud.  Then he jerked forwards, threw back his head and fired his cum out
across the room, and seconds later I jumped up and came all over him.



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