Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2018 23:02:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: futzman@yahoo.com
Subject: Oink Oink  (Scat, raunch, urination )

This story is a fantasy. Years ago I did get to have sex with a removal
man, but it was nowhere near as raunchy as this.Enjoy my story. Any
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Oink Oink

I was thoroughly pissed off. Not only was my partner away in Australia on
my birthday, but we were moving house on that very day, and he had left me
to do all the donkey work.I had had to do all the packing (though he had
arranged for the delivery of the tea chests) and now I had to oversee the
actual move from A to B.

We were moving from our place in North West London to Wandsworth, an inner
suburb across the River Thames. We'd managed to get a decent sized
Victorian property for below market value, since it was in dire need of
extensive renovation. We wanted the extra space, as we like to do a fair
amount of entertaining, and also because Paul, my partner, has a sizable
family, and likes it when they can come up to London and stay.

Paul and I have been together for fifteen years. At the beginning it was
"lust at first sight", but, after a couple of years, we just had to face
the fact that sexually we were no longer all that compatible. He was
getting more into S & M and heavy bondage, with all the role play and
scenarios that went along with that, while I....., well, putting it
plainly, was getting more into raunch.

There's no two ways about it: I'm an arse pig.

We developed a close bond on all other levels however. We share many
tastes, hobbies and interests. We like each other's company and generally
get on with each other's friends (at least the non-sexual ones). We still
enjoy travelling together whenever possible, and if we go to a place like
New York or Amsterdam, in the evening he will simply take off in one
direction and I will take off in another.

You could say we have "an open relationship". One night stands are fine,
but "affairs on the side" are not encouraged. We have one "hard and fast"
rule, which is never to bring any tricks back to the place where we both
live.

In my sexual preferences I have more in common with Paul's business
associate, Charles. When Charles first came into our lives, he and I spent
a couple of really filthy and enjoyable weekends at his seaside flat in
Brighton, but we soon realised that we would have to end it there. To have
continued would have meant the end of my relationship with Paul, and
probably the end of their business partnership too.Charles and I cooled it,
and he became a good platonic friend, albeit one who knows all my sexual
secrets intimately, whereas Paul, my partner, only knows a small part of
it, and doesn't really care to know the rest. Charles, on the other hand,
is as big a pig as I am, and we very often frequent the same people.

So, Paul was away, I was hopping mad, and the big day had come. I was
waiting for the removal people.

To be fair, Paul had done much of the spade work. All I had really had to
do was the packing. In addition to ordering the boxes and tea chests, Paul
had contacted a removal company, one recommended by Charles, and my only
other responsibility had been to re-confirm everything by phone.

The company he had hired was called " Three D Removals" and they were from
out of town (I imagined that an "out of town" company would have been
considerably cheaper than a London based one), The woman at the other end
of the phone had said: "Don't worry, Mr. Jones. The boys know London. My
brother, Dorian, and his men will be with you around 9 o'clock on
Thursday. I understand from them that they have received all the
instructions. Have you completed all your packing? Good, then leave it all
to us. You just have to be there. We do the rest."

Thursday had come. The weather was sultry and a bit humid. Storms were
threatened for later on in the day. The removal van drew up outside. Three
men stepped out.

"Mr. Bill Jones?", the oldest one of the three asked as I opened the door
to them. "Pleased to meet you, sir. I'm Dorian Briggs. These are my two
partners, Dino and Dave." He laughed: "We're the "Three D's. Are we all
packed up and ready?"

They began taking the tea chests and boxes to the van as I looked on. There
were almost 100 boxes and chests of various sizes. We had a lot of stuff to
move.I watched the men as they began moving the boxes. That's the trouble
with me: I always have to look at the men. I suppose I have a high sex
drive, though I rarely act on it. I like looking at straight men most of
all, probably because "by definition" they are "out of bounds". Or maybe
subconsciously I think they are more masculine. I dunno.

Anyway, I liked the look of these three.

The youngest one was Dino. Any man or woman would have liked Dino. Young,
masculine and handsome, he definitely had a street wise look about him and
a very good body.You could see right away that he worked out a lot. You
could also see that he had a very big dick, that was clearly discernible
under his lightweight khaki shorts. His body wasn't fat, but he had a
meaty, well formed bubble butt. From his name and good looks, I assumed
that Dino's family was Greek. His short hair and eyes were very dark, but
the icing on the cake was the "George Michael-type" stubble that only Greek
or Turkish men normally seem to have. Dino was quick and light on his feet,
bursting with energy and raring to go. He kept touching his cock and balls
when he was talking to you. I quickly came to the conclusion that half the
time he didn't even realise that he was doing it. It's just something that
many Greek and Southern Italian men have a habit of doing.

Helper Number 2 was probably in his mid-thirties, by the name of Dave. He
was a strapping fellow, big boned and beefy. He had a bubble butt that
stuck out a mile, and thighs and glutes that were massive. His old faded
Levis were well worn and even beginning to come apart at the seams. They
were mouth wateringly tight around his buns, and I reckoned that, for him
to have got like that, he had be regularly squatting with weights of over
300 lbs at the gym. Dave was a bit taller than Dino and much
heavier. Whereas Dino was basically a good looking kid with a fair bit of
muscle, Dave was a real bodybuilder, who'd been building up muscle for
years. With his pale skin and steely blue eyes, his strong jaw, and his
greased, dark brown hair, which curled down mid-forehead to a slight peak,
he looked a lot like "Kake" from the Tom of Finland drawings. The only
difference was that he wasn't wearing black leather.

Man Number 3 was "the Gaffer", Dorian. He was the boss. Older than the
other two, maybe even in his early fifties, he was no oil painting. He was
chunky, but he had a sizable belly and a full round arse, which was quite
prominent, meaty and broad. A bit like a rugby players arse. It was
emphasised by the oily brown striped trousers that he was wearing. They
might have been smart once, but now the material was getting thin and
shiny, and especially greasy round the arse and crotch. He had a habit of
continually yanking up his trousers while he was talking to you. He had
probably put on a good bit of weight since he had first bought them, since
they tended to hug his plump arse cheeks, especially when he yanked them
up. Dorian had a fleshy, pock marked face, a flat, turned up nose and
thick, sandy hair, which was cut short at the back and sides. His olive
coloured vest was stained and grimy and had rather a lot of holes in it. I
could see that he had plenty of hair on his chest. As I said, he was no oil
painting, but something about him made my cock twitch right away. Here was
the sort of man I'd have loved to have been locked up in a steam room with,
or forced to share a cell with overnight. There was something dirty about
him, something that woke in me a deep wish to be defiled. I found myself
thinking that he must have a really sweaty arse, and that I'd have loved
him to smother my face with it and make me inhale his farts.

Fuck me, if these straights only had an inkling of what we're sometimes
thinking about them !

After a couple of hours of loading up, we were ready for the journey across
town. I climbed into the cabin with them, at the front of the
van. Conversation was polite, and it avoided anything that was in any way
personal. They asked me how long I'd been living at the house we had just
left, and what the house that we were going to was going to be like.They
wanted to know if it would present any practical difficulties in moving all
the stuff in, and whether there were lots of stairs.

Suddenly, as we were driving through Neasden, someone farted.It was a
silent, lethal sort of fart. The oily sort, that wraps itself around
everybody in the vicinity and takes over.

Nobody said a word. No "sorry." No "excuse me". We just looked ahead or
stared out of the windows. The fart hung around in the air, but there was
no reaction. There wasn't going to be one.

I sort of wondered who had been the culprit? Maybe Dino? (those young guys
at the gym with their protein shakes !). Or maybe Bodybuilder Dave, with
his glutes as big as beach balls? His arse was big enough; it could easily
have been him. Or Dorian? He looked the sort of man who could drop one at
anytime and not give a stuff. I'd often seen guys like Dorian in straight
porn movies, doing really sleazy things to women. I liked that sort of
straight movie, except that they never showed much of the man, and always
too much of the woman. I wanted to see more of the dirty bastard who was
doing things to her.

Anyway, whoever it had been, they sure knew how to fart. This one had been
a stinker !

As we crossed over Wandsworth Bridge it began to rain.

"Christ, just what we needed," grumbled Dorian.

We reached the house, and quickly the boys got round to the back of the
lorry and began unloading. The house had a small path and three steps
leading up to the front door. Quite a big, high ceilinged property, totally
detached and spread over three storeys. No lift.

I'd already enjoyed watching these three hunks moving our stuff out of the
old house we'd just left, and now I was looking forward to a second treat,
because this house had lots of stairs. My eyes would be glued to their
arses as they struggled with the tea chests..

Lovely. I couldn't wait !!

Meanwhile, to keep them happy, I'd be keeping up a constant supply of tea
or coffee. As you do.

They had only got five or six tea chests in through the door, when the
heavens opened. They tried to carry on, but they were getting drenched, so
they had to stop for bit, while we waited for the heavy rain to subside. In
the meantime I made everyone mugs of tea,

"So, what have you got here? Three storeys and an attic?"  asked Dave.

"Three floors, but no attic," I replied. "But there's a cellar".

"A cellar?" interrupted Dorian, and throwing a quick glance at the other
two, he added "Fancy !"

I suppose it was a normal enough thing to say, but something about it
struck me as odd.

The rain began to ease off and the boys got back down to work again. They
were working up a sweat as they carried more heavy stuff in from the rain,
which hadn't yet stopped.The view of their arses got more and more
interesting. Dino's muscle butt looked sexier than ever, as his wet khaki
shorts started clinging to his buttocks. Each time he came in, the damp
brown circles around his buns had just got bigger. Big Dave's denim, I'm
sure, could not have shrunk any more than it already had, but as he
repeatedly climbed the stairs with boxes, the sweat on his back started
soaking through his vest. I tried to imagine what the smell in the big
man's trench would be like.As for Dorian, he was wet through. His old suit
trousers had absorbed all the rain, and were now riding up into the cleft
of his hefty big arse crack. The more he worked, the more they clung to
him. I pictured rugby players again, and how their muddy shorts ride up in
the scrum, especially when the rain's beating down.

"Where's the loo, mate?"

I was jolted out of my day dreaming. It was Big Dave needing to take a
piss.

"Oh, it's down there, Dave, at the back," I said. "But I'm afraid there's
no door at the moment."

"Oh, that's all right, mate," he said, and edged past me.

I heard the sound of him beginning to pee, and couldn't resist walking past
the open doorway to take a look. I stopped dead in my tracks. Dave was not
only peeing, but he had his 501s right down around his ankles. His mighty
arse and thighs were on full show. Fuck, they were big !. I stood there
staring. It was as much as I could do, not to get on my knees and start
sniffing.

As he began to pull up his jeans he turned, and caught me looking in his
direction. I stood rooted to the ground like a frightened animal in the
headlamps.

Dave just tucked his vest into his pants and grinned:

"Thank you, mate," he said.

Stepping back into the hallway, and squeezing past me, he grinned a second
time and, as he did so, he let out a big loud fart. Still with a grin on
his face, he said:

"Oops, excuse me," and carried on back to the van. Dave's fart smelt warm
and pungent.

"Thank you too," I thought to myself. I went back to the kitchen to brew up
some more tea.

It was only later on in the day, when Dino had gone down to the loo for a
piss, that I began to think that it was a bit odd, the way in which they
were all behaving. Dino had passed me a couple of times on the stairs, and
been perfectly polite in the way in which he had spoken to me, but on both
occasions he had looked me in the eye, while touching his cock and balls,
and then farted. Neither of us had said anything, but it was kind of
peculiar.

Now that he was taking a pee, I passed the open doorway again, and saw
that, as with Dave, Dino's khaki shorts were right down around his
ankles. His arse was also on show, and what an arse it was: all the
classical beauty of a young Greek god, added to which was all the hairiness
of a modern Greek man. Dino was what some people like to call "hirsute". He
had luxuriant dark body hair on his legs, arms and chest. His buns were
moderately hairy too, but his crack looked really deep, dark and
inviting. I salivated. Despite his shorts being down around his ankles,
Dino had his feet as wide apart as possible. He stood with his back to me,
taking a pee, whistling softly to himself, and half looking up at a side
window. As he shook his dick dry, he flexed his glutes two or three
times. And when he turned round and saw me standing there, he just smiled
and said: "Excuse me, sir," The hallway was narrow, and, as he squeezed
past, I felt his rock hard buns press firmly against my twitching cock. He
didn't fart or touch his balls this time, but as he proceeded down the
hall, he reached back and used two fingers to give his arse crack a good
deep scratch.

I was baffled.

The best came mid-afternoon, after we had had another tea break. This time
Dorian had made his way down to the toilet, and, a couple of minutes later,
I heard him call out:

"Excuse me, have you got any bog roll?"

I remembered I had seen some on the kitchen work top, so I grabbed some.

I stood short of the doorway, not looking in, and called out "here we are,"
expecting him to lean forward and take it out of my hand. But he said:

"It's okay, you can come in. I'm not shy"

Gingerly I put my head round the doorway, and saw him sitting there, legs
apart and shitting. He'd been reading the newspaper (I suppose he could
have used some of that ), but he smiled, and, as if this were the most
normal situation in the world, he said:

"Nothing in the world like a good shit, Mr Jones. I bet you enjoy a really
good shit, don't you, sir?"

On which he let out a loud fart, leaned forward and took the roll out of my
hand, said "thank you," and went back to reading his newspaper.

Feeling even more puzzled than ever, after what had just happened, I met
Dino again on the stairs. He was struggling with one of the heaviest tea
chests, and as Dave came rushing up the stairs to help him, the lid began
to slide off. Dino started to lose his grip, and the lid fell on the stairs
with a clatter and, with it, some of the tea chest's contents. I looked in
horror at what was laying at our feet: fetish photos of muscle guys, Tom of
Finland Retrospectives, a couple of rubber dildos.

I was busted.

Without a word, Dave bent over and started to pick it all up. He looked for
a brief second at the cover of one of the Tom of Finland books, and seemed
to smile to himself. Then he handed it all back to me. He said nothing at
all.

Dino looked a little bit awkward, and just said: "Sorry about that,
Mr. Jones"

I went down the stairs feeling very embarrassed and every bit as confused
as ever. It was almost as if they all knew how to read my mind, but had
chosen to show no reaction.

It was nothing short of bizarre.

The time came when everything had been unloaded, and the boxes all paced in
the appropriate rooms. Dorian took the pencil, which he had lodged behind
his ear, and before writing out an invoice, asked me how I wanted to
pay. We agreed on cash and i said that I would be adding a tip for each one
of them.

Dorian said:"That's very kind of you,sir. Now the job's done, may I call
you Bill?" and gave the other two a wink.

"Of course, Dorian," I said, pressing some money into his hand.

"Thank you, Bill," he said."And now the boys and I have got something for
you. We know it's your birthday and we've heard you like cakes."

And, as if on cue, all three of them turned round and bared their arses.

I stood wide eyed in astonishment. Dorian turned slightly to see what I was
waiting for:

"Time for a good sniff, mate," he said, laughing. "You've been wanting to
do it all day. Get in there "

I was gobsmacked, but as quick as a flash I was on my knees.

Questions could wait for later.

Dino's butt came first. I brought my nose up to his hairy crack and inhaled
deeply. Maybe I had been fooled by his youth and outstanding physical
beauty. I just didn't expect the overpowering smell of sweat mixed with
shit that greeted me. This arse was decidedly male and pretty rank at
that. I extended my tongue and sampled its thick hairy ripeness. Dino
flexed his muscles and gave me a strong welcome fart. My cock was stiff as
a board already, but I had two arses to go. I moved across to Dave.

Here was an arse you could get truly lost in. Only years of deep squats and
the heaviest weights could have produced a pair of glutes like these. Dave
widened his stance and flexed them for me. A fart from this arse would have
had the power to blow you over, let alone what the odour would do to you. I
took some deep whiffs and savoured the rich heady smell that emanated from
his shithole. I set about licking the whole of his beefy crack. There was
enough arse here to feed a family of eight.

Like a gourmet who leaves the most anticipated morsel till last, I moved
across to Dorian. What was it about this ugly fucker that turned me on so
much? Was it, as my sister always said, that, deep down, what I wanted most
of all was "a bit of rough"? That most of all I needed to feel that I was
being dirty, and that I wanted to be defiled? This man's arse was also big
and chunky, but not beautifully sculpted like Dino's, or outstandingly
muscular like Dave's. Something inside me, however, was saying that
Dorian's arse was a REAL man's arse, and my God, it stank. It fucking stank
! The fucker hadn't used the loo roll I had brought him mid-afternoon. All
that had been subterfuge. I could see now that the fucker hadn't wiped at
all. Thick smears of shit were mashed up in his butt trench, and the hairs
around the hole itself were matted and caked.

I took a deep breath and dived in. The mightiest of farts greeted me,
blasting my mouth and nostrils with some of the dirty gas he'd been saving
up for this moment.

"Now we've got the introductions over with," said Dorian, "I think it's
time you showed us your
cellar"................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

We filed through the doorway that led to the cellar stairs.

The cellar itself had originally been a coal cellar. Large houses built at
the time often had them. During World War II people often used them to
shelter during the Blitz. Coal was still a principal source of heating up
until the late 1960s. Nowadays, with gentrification, many of these cellars
have been converted into trendy basements, home cinemas, etc, but this
basement still had to be "done". This one still had its original red brick
walls, crumbling in places, black and sooty in others. Two bare low wattage
bulbs hung from the rafters as the sole source of lighting. In the middle
of the area there were a few cheap wooden planks for people to stand on,
but all around the edge the ground was basically gritty pock marked
cement,strewn with old hessian sacks. Where there were wooden beams, there
were cobwebs. Loads of them.

"Nice," murmured Dorian looking around approvingly. "Got any beers?"

"I put a six pack in the fridge earlier on," I replied, "but they won't be
that cold yet."

"That don't matter," said Dorian. "Bring 'em down."  He turned to Big Dave.

"Dave," he said,"I want four of those tea chests down here, and a couple of
large boxes. And bring my brown leather hold-all out of the van."

Dave shot up the stairs, and I went off to the kitchen to fetch the
beers. There was a second six pack out on the work top, so I replaced the
ones I was taking out of the fridge.

Down in the cellar we opened up the beers. Dorian's brown leather bag
contained various items of clothing and some sex toys. Dino pulled on a
black Lycra thong, which looked great on him. Dorian and Dave both went for
heavy jock straps. I was also given a jock strap to wear, but not as heavy
as theirs.Everyone put their footwear back on again.

The next thing I knew, Dorian had come right up to me, and Dave and Dino
had seized my arms from behind. Dorian tweaked my nipples hard, took a swig
of beer and sprayed it all over my face. I felt my cock stiffen.

"Open your mouth," he said, and, taking another swig of beer, he placed his
mouth over mine and let the beer dribble over my tongue. He then started to
shove his big wet tongue down my throat, while Dave, from behind, took over
from him, squeezing my tits, Dino had greased up his right hand, and was
massaging my arse crack and fingering my hole.

Dorian's kisses were really deep, wet and dirty. I knew I wanted to go all
the way with this man.

"Dino likes beer too, don't you, Dino?" said Dorian, with a slight smirk on
his face. "Kneel down on one the boxes, Dino."

Dino knelt on a box and Dave went round to stand, feet wide apart, in front
of him. Dave was getting a big hard on, and Dino closed his mouth on it and
started to suck. Dorian lifted the back of Dino's thong and started
fingering his hole.Then he slapped it sharply, two or three times, with the
palm of his hand,

"Look at that pretty boy butt," he said to me."Why don't you join the party
and eat his arse.out?"

I didn't need a second invitation. I put my face down to Dino's arse hole,
sniffed loud and hard, and went in with my tongue.

"Parp." Dino farted immediately..It felt so good getting my tongue up this
young stud's muscle arse. It wasn't overly shitty, but it was nice and
tasty all the same.

"Thirsty?" I hear a voice call above me. Dorian was holding a can above the
top of Dino's crack. He began to let the beer trickle down his trench and
into my mouth.

"Get on your back, son, and sup it all up".I sank to the floor. Looking up
at Dino's bubble butt, I stuck out my tongue.  The beer flowed in rivulets
down through his butt hairs and into my mouth.

"Brown ale," I thought (I couldn't stop myself !)

Dino meanwhile was chomping heavily on Big Dave's weapon, and Dave was
giving his younger friend the face fuck he richly deserved. Suddenly he
whipped his cock out of Dino's mouth and commanded him to lay on the
floor. Dino sank to the floor right next to me, and, pushing his cock up
against mine, he pressed his whole body against me and drew me into a
kiss. We writhed around in a pool of beer and, for a moment, it almost felt
as if we were making love. The two big boys in jock straps, feet apart and
arms folded, took occasional sips of beer and idly prodded us with their
boots. They watched us with smirks on their faces.

"Look at these two sissy boys getting all lovey-dovey," said Dave, with a
slight guffaw in his voice.. "This'll cool 'em down."

And, whipping out his cock, he began to piss all over us. Dorian followed
suite, and the piss began to splash all over our faces. Dino opened his
mouth and began to grovel, begging Dave for more. Dave brought his 240 lbs
of muscle to stand feet wide apart on either side of his younger
musclebuddy, and, flexing his buttocks, he aimed his large uncut member
right at the Greek kid's mouth. A jet of hot yellow urine flowed evenly
from his piss hose, and Dino lapped it all up greedily.

I looked up at Dorian, and saw that his stare was fixed on my face, as if
he were waiting for me to beg as well. Following Dino's example, I began to
grovel on my knees, and open my mouth beseechingly, only to get a booted
foot pushing me down to the ground again. Dorian then stood over me, hosing
first my face and then my balls with his own stream of urine.

"You worthless little prick," he taunted, with a sneer on his face.

The sight of these two big bastards, treating us like the lowest of the
low, was turning me on incredibly, but before Dino and I were allowed to
get any more worked up, we were pulled up from the ground and told:

"That's enough of that, you pathetic little cunts. Don't think you're going
to fucking cum. It's far too early
yet."...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Dorian told Dave and Dino to put some clothes on and get back to the
van. He wanted some ropes.

Back down in the cellar, it was just me and Dorian alone. I wondered if
anything more would happen. Suddenly, with a roar, Dorian was on me,
pressing me up against a brick partition wall, and pulling my balls
downwards in a vice-like grip. Wiping his hands up and down his arse crack,
he forced his fingers into my mouth, smearing my lips and tongue. I took as
much of it as I could, but unsure if my balls could take this much rough
treatment, I grabbed his balls too, and gave them a strong and hefty
tug. He bellowed, but it seemed to turn him on even more. He spat a huge
ball of gob into my mouth, and started to snort and grunt in carnal
overdrive.We tore at each other's tits, we ate each other's faces, we went
at each other liked crazed wild animals.The more we pulled on each others
bollocks, the more we relished the pain, both getting off on that feeling
of control and power that holding another man by the balls will always
give. We sank to the ground, neither of us caring how wet or how dirty the
floor had become. Dorian used his free hand to get past my balls and shove
his fingers right up into my shit trench. I pushed my fingers up into his
shit trench too.

"That's it, dig for the shit, mate," he hollered. He was sneering and
making those fish lips as he dug even deeper into my shit hole."Let's dig
for fucking stink, mate. Dig for stink "

As we dug and started to feed each other, exchanging shit with our fingers
and mouths, we heard a door bang. Dave and Dino were coming back with the
ropes. We pulled apart, with Dorian mouthing :

"Later
"..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

What followed then was a matter of precision:

Dorian ordered two tea chests to be placed two feet apart, with a large
flat box between them. Eighteen inches in front of those, the two remaining
tea chests were placed, with another large flat box in between. Over the
top of each chest they spread some of the hessian sacks, so as to cover any
sharp edges and avoid splinters.

Dino was tied down to a box with some rope ,his knees bent, and his feet
touching the ground between the four tea chests, which faced each other..

I was tied down on the other box. My legs and arse were just about touching
Dino's.Our balls were taped up firmly, and then extra tape was used to
virtually tie his to mine, so that if I pulled on my balls, I was pulling
at Dino's as well. Heavy rubber cased ball weights were also hung from
us. They swung and dangled whenever we touched our cocks.

Sturdy metal cock rings were clicked into place, after our cocks had been
thoroughly greased up. Medium sized butt plugs were inserted into our
anuses.

Two large bottles of poppers were taken out of Dorian's bag, together with
wads of cotton wool.

Dave and Dorian started screwing chrome and rubber tit clamps to their
nipples, and then they took up position. Both men sat with each leg draped
over a tea chest, so that, in between,their arses dipped down over the
boxes. Basically they had created a couple of rim chairs.

Dino had Big Dave's arse right in his face. Dorian's arse hung dangerously
over my nose and mouth. The two men sat facing each other, so close that
their legs touched, and even their bellies were almost touching. They put
on leather studded cock rings round their cock and balls, but no ball
weights, the idea being that they could pull on each other's balls without
anything getting in their way.

Dave began the proceedings with a humongous fart. Dino groaned and gasped
and began to whimper. Dave poured some poppers on to some cotton wool, and
handed it down to him. Dino inhaled deeply and started to stroke his cock
until Dave knocked his hand away.

With a deep rumble,a similar blast hit me in the face, as Dorian lowered
his massive behind over my nose and mouth.

"Take it," he said, and farted again.

The two big men began pulling hard on each other's balls and pulling the
chains attached to the tit clamps. They started a conversation, that went a
bit like this:

"You got a pig there, Dave, boy?"

"Yeah, I've got a nice pig, Gaffer, how about you?"

"You've got a good pig, then, Dave, boy?"

"Yeah. How about you, Gaffer? My pig's good."

"Fuck, Dave, looks like my pig's going to turn out good too."

With that I got another massive fart in my mouth, and Dorian handed a wad
of popper soaked cotton down to me.I was dying from the smell. The
conversation continued:

"Got any good farts up there, Dave boy?"

"Fuck yeah, mate. Fucking loads of 'em"

This was Dave's cue to fart again. He blasted Dino with a veritable
whopper. Dino moaned, and started to pull at his cock once again. His balls
began to bounce up and down. Mine with them. Dorian chuckled :

"That was a good fart, Davey boy. I've trained you well. I hope you've got
plenty more farts where that one came from."

"Don't worry, Gaffer, I'm going to gas my pig up good and proper. How about
you?"

"Yeah, my pig's gonna get high on my dirty man farts tonight. I had a huge
helping of beans at breakfast this morning. Just to fucking make sure. He's
gonna get it real smelly."

They both laughed. Dorian continued:

"Yeah, we've got two greedy pigs here tonight, Dave, boy. Hungry fuckers, I
reckon."

"You reckon so, Gaffer? You think they're hungry enough?

"Yeah"

Dorian gave me another ripe fart, and lowered his big arse closer to my
mouth. I strained to get my tongue up to his crack, and managed to place it
on his anus. I gave it a good lick.

"Pfwooaghh, my pig licks good. Pull my balls, Dave, quick . Good 'n
hard. Aw, FUCK......PFWOOAGHH, that's fucking nice."  He snorted again.

"Pfwooaghh. yeah, pull mine, Gaffer," Dave cried, making those fish lips
that guys do when it's really getting down and dirty. He looked down
between his legs:

"What's happened to you down there? Goin' on strike, or what?"

He reached down and gave Dino's balls a really hard yank. Mine got it
too. Dino yelped, and got another fart in the face. The two pigmasters
continued to talk dirty, pulling on each other's balls, and wanking
themselves off. They kept feeding us with farts and poppers. Occasionally
they'd let us stroke our own dicks. We carried on licking their dirty
mancracks and sucking their shitty holes.Our heads swam with the barrage of
filthy farts and foul smelling gas.

"I reckon I'm pretty full tonight, Dave boy," said Dorian, taking a hit of
poppers himself. "I reckon Little Bill's first feed is going to be a good
one."

"His FIRST feed?" said Dave, laughing. "You think he's going to be up for
more?"

"I don't THINK so; I fucking KNOW so," came the reply.

They both chuckled again and took another big sniff of poppers.Dorian
continued:

"Your Dino's been looking pretty hungry tonight, Dave. He's a greedy
fucker, that Dino."

Dave laughed: "Yeah. As long as I don't forget to piss on him, he's always
ready to swallow my shit."

Dorian guffawed: "Yeah, he's a dirty little cow.....aw, Dave, pull on my
balls again..... you think he'll take all you've got for him?"

"Yeah, I know he will," said Dave, with a grin. He reached down to Dino
with a refill of popper soaked cotton. "His mouth is going nineteen to the
dozen down there. He can't wait to get a mouthful of real man shit."

"You gonna give him a log tonight, Dave boy?"

"Yeah, I think so, Gaffer, I've got a whole load up there." Dave took
another sniff of poppers and looked back over his shoulder: "Are you ready
down there, Dino?"

Dino was moaning and squealing as he furiously sucked on Dave's enormous
bum hole. He was beginning to jack off faster now. His big hairy balls were
bashing against mine and his whole body was beginning to wriggle.

"How about you, pig boy?" Dorian called down to me. "You going to take my
big log tonight? I've got a nice juicy turd waiting up there, and it's got
your name written all over it. I've been saving it up for your fucking
birthday." he rubbed his big butt firmly up and down over my mouth, and his
arsehole began to open. "Come on, open your fucking mouth....."

My face was entirely covered by his stinking arsehole. There was nowhere
else to go. It was all I could taste or breathe. Somewhere up above me I
could hear Dave saying:

"Fucking hell, Gaffer, the look of that grunt on your face.....!"

The turd was entering my mouth and leaving Dorian's arsehole. My disgust at
the overwhelmingly foul and bitter taste of his shit was overshadowed by
the excitement of being in the power of this man. Somehow his power and
utter maleness was embodied for me in his arse, and i had to surrender to
it. I needed to subject myself to his filth.

Despite what was happening to me, I was still able to catch Dorian saying:

"Pfwooaghh, look at you then, Dave boy. I reckon Dino's getting his meal
right now,"

The wanking and the ball pulling had reached fever pitch. My mouth was
filling up with more and more shit. and my own cock and balls were ready to
burst. My arse muscles started to grip so tight on my butt plug that I
thought I would break it in half.

"Aawwwwgh........fuck, aw.. aawwwwggghhhh... !!!

All four of us seemed to cry out in almost simultaneous orgasm. Spunk was
going fucking everywhere, accompanied by the sound of wet farts coming from
every direction.

The air hung heavy with the stench of shit and
poppers..........................................................................................................................................................................................................

Over mugs of tea in the kitchen, Dorian handed me a letter. It read:

Dear Bill,

By now you should have enjoyed the full services of my mate Dorian and his
two co-workers, Dave and Dino. I have been meaning to introduce you to them
for some time, but I didn't dare do so before, because of Paul.I didn't
want to upset the apple cart. His being away in Australia while you were
moving, and them running a removals business, provided me with the perfect
opportunity. Paul took my recommendation, but of course he has no idea that
this is anything other than a bona fide firm of reliable removal
people. Obviously I told the boys all they needed to know about you
(including the fact that it was going to be your birthday, which whetted
their appetite even more). I told the boys to play it straight until the
job was done, and only then to let rip with the fun. They seemed amused by
the idea. I'm sure they did exactly as requested, and that you will have
responded in the way in which they were hoping. Knowing you all as I do, I
reckon you'll be wanting to have more to do with each other in the
future. But that's entirely up to you. It will probably be wiser if we
spare Paul the details.

Trusting that your birthday will have turned out to be one to remember.

OINK, OINK

love,

Charles