Date: Fri, 02 Apr 2004 22:56:29 -0800
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: POTTY MOUTH (scat)

              POTTY MOUTH by bawdypen

   Thanks, I'll...I'll just sit up if you don't mind.
   Doctor Petrie, I've done something I'm not sure I should
have. In trying to avenge my son, I fear I overstepped
certain boundaries. I performed an obscene act in front of
my 8-year-old son that was motivated more by my own lust
than any sense of fairness.
   Oh, no no. It had nothing to do with incest. I have no
designs on my sweet boy. It was a filthy act I forced
another man to perform in his presence.
   Let me start from the time Carey and I were coming from
the hardware store. We were just getting into the van when
suddenly he pointed at a thirtyish man walking toward the
entrance and blurted out, "Daddy, that man made me go potty
in his mouth!"
   Well, I was startled to say the least. It was a strange,
unbelievable thing for a boy to say. We sat there while I
got the whole story from him. He didn't act traumatized by
his ordeal, just sort of amazed at what the man had done. In
fact, he giggled throughout his re-telling and said he
thought it was funny when he did it, too, but the man didn't
mind his laughing. He even laughed with him--like it was all
a fun game!
   He said he was frightened at first when the man led him
into the bushes at the park and pulled his pants down. But
the man said not to be afraid, he only wanted to see his
'thing.' Carey thought it was kinda silly, til the man
showed him his thing! He said it was real, real big and
HARD. Like a monster, but not really scary. More than
anything, he wanted to know if his thing would get like
that! He said the man laughed and said probably bigger.
Carey gave me a big grin when he said that.
   I asked him if the man made him touch it, but he said no.
He said the man didn't touch his either. That's when I got
back to going potty in his mouth. I presumed he meant that
the man wanted him to piss in his mouth, but Carey said,
"Nope, he wanted me to poop!"
   I sat there, stunned and gaping, listening to him tell me
how the man turned him around and licked his little bottom,
then his 'stinky poophole' before urging him 'go to the
bathroom'!
   "YOU DID?!!" I gushed. He nodded sheepishly and shrugged.
   "I hadda go anyway. When I turned around, he had my poop
in his mouth! He looked real funny. Why would he do
something so yucky, Dad?"
   "I don't know, son," I gritted my teeth, "but I'm gonna
find out!"
   Being a reserve officer, as you know, I always carry a
firearm. I was steaming mad, Doc! I told Carey to wait
there, and when that fellow came out I followed him to his
car. Then I pulled my rod out and told him to walk to my van
and get in the back.
   The moment he saw Carey, he just about shit his pants!
Then he saw the look in my eyes and knew he was really in
for it...like his last seconds on earth were ticking away.
   "Hi!" Carey blurted out at him, waving. "You're that
nasty man. Do you remember me? You ate my poop!"
   "Uh, um, n-never saw ya before, k-kid. S-sorry."
   I tied him up with some rope I had back there. All the
time he's protesting innocence and pleading to be released.
I stayed grim and silent, still deciding what to do with
him. I knew I wasn't going to kill him, but I was going to
do something. I gagged him and got up front, starting the
engine.
   I guess it was the way Carey reacted to the whole thing
that dissipated any murderous anger I would have had if he'd
actually hurt my boy. I also knew I wasn't going to turn him
in. I felt, and still do, that any court proceedings would
only instill shame and guilt on the boy. I honestly think
more harm is done by all that, and it's better to simply
tell an untraumatized child that such behavior is beneath
him and he should avoid men like that.
   Going over these beliefs as I drove into the nearby
hills, we were silent. Carey looked at me curiously,
wondering what I was going to do. My gun had him obviously
frightened. I could see in his expression that he could not
relate his experience to my furious anger.
   Finally, he asked me.
   "Daddy, are you mad? Are you gonna shoot him? He didn't
really..."
   "No, son. I'm not going to shoot him," I whispered so the
fellow couldn't hear. "But I want him to think so."
   Pulling his lips inside his mouth, Carey nodded. He
glanced back at the man laying there squirming-wide-eyed
with fright. He got an evil little grin on his face. That
look boys get when they squish bugs. "What are ya gonna
do?" he whispered back.
   I rolled down the window, turning down the dirt road into
the gully.
   "Son, that man had no right doing such a filthy act with
you. Now some men do strange things, but they shouldn't do
it with young boys like you. He's obviously a pedophile.
That means he likes doing nasty things with youngsters
instead of grownups his own age. We have to teach him a
lesson. Since you were the one who was violated, what do you
think we should do with him?"
   I had trepidation at asking Carey's advice, but I really
didn't have any idea how to resolve it all. I wanted to bite
my tongue as soon as I'd asked his advice. I was afraid he'd
just say to let him go. But I should have remembered that
young boys have a natural cruel streak and an ability to
analyze things sometimes simpler and more concise than we
adults do. He quickly supplied the man's punishment!
   "He liked it, Daddy. I could tell. He should do it to
older grownups like you said. We should make him learn
that."
   "Uh, what do you mean, son?"
   "You go potty in his mouth, Daddy! Make him suck your
poop til he likes it! Then he'll leave little boys alone."
   Doc, it was ingenious! Oh, I didn't think for a minute
that Carey's assessment was correct. But it was a perfect
form of retribution. The idea of taking a shit in the
bastard's mouth welled up my anger. It also welled up my
prick! I had a stiff boner in my pants when I pulled up and
stopped. I was dizzy with excitement. From that point on, no
thought of how proper it was to do this in front of Carey
even entered my mind. It just seemed correct that he witness
it. It was his retribution...and his idea!
   I dragged the fellow from the van and tied him to thick,
broken-off branches sticking out of an old, fallen-down tree
stump upon which he rested his head. Then I pulled the gag
out and pointed my revolver in his face!
   He'd heard our exchange and was visibly more relaxed. But
not so relaxed that he wasn't unsure I might be volatile at
any moment.
   I demanded to know how many other boys he'd committed
lewdness with. "O-only four! Honest! I...I won't do it
again. PLEASE!"
   My cock was nearly ripping my pants out. "You like
sucking on young boys' turds, hunh?" I screamed, waving the
gun. I glanced at Carey. He was a bit shocked at my use of
the word 'turd', but that only tickled me more. "You ever
sucked a man's turd, you pervert?" I yelled.
   "N-n-no, no. I...that doesn't, uh, interest me. Don't
make me..."
   "Sorry, chump. You heard the boy. Unless you don't care
about getting out of here alive?"
   "You'll...you'll let me go...if I do it?" he trembled.
   God! I almost shot in my pants when he agreed. Doc, I was
really out of control. I could feel the pressure in my
rectum getting insistent. Almost like my turd heard every-
thing and was signalling readiness!
   "You suck on my smelly turd, you creep, and promise to
never touch a kid again...we'll let you go."
   He screwed up his face like I was suggesting the most
vile, disgusting act imaginable, but slowly nodded. Doc, I
liked that! Here was this child-molesting dirty shiteater
laying there, absolutely terrified at the idea of licking my
shit. I wanted to give it to him so bad I totally ignored
the implications of Carey seeing how rock hard my prick was
as I pulled my pants off!
   They both gasped when they saw it--Carey's nearly
drowning out his. Fuck it, I thought. Let the kid see how
his old man's hung! I even grabbed hold of it and swung it
around proudly, getting a charge seeing the admiration in my
son's face. I didn't have to ask to know it was bigger than
the one the creep had shown to him.
   But this wasn't a show...exactly. I got down to business.
I jerked my head, signalling Carey to get behind to watch.
To watch the man's humiliation. Watching his father take a
shit was probably more of a trauma than his whole ordeal
with the guy, but that didn't register with me. I just
pushed my bare ass up to the guy's face and pulled my cheeks
apart.
   "LICK IT!" I cried. "LICK IT LIKE YOU DID MY BOY'S. LICK
MY SMELLY ASSHOLE YOU FUCK! I'M GONNA TAKE A BIG FUCKIN'
SHIT IN YOUR MOUTH AND I WANT MY SON TO SEE YOU SUCK ON IT!"
   Aw, cripes, Doc. I was out of control! Carey never said a
word as I spewed out these obscenities. He kept glancing
from my face to the guy's face. More on the guy's face once
he starting licking my anus. And damned if I didn't start
jacking off when his tongue began to lap up my crack! I
tried hiding it, but I guess it was obvious. So I forced
myself to stop doing it and concentrated on getting it over
with.
   I started to shit. I could feel the hugeness of it
ripping my big asshole open. Hunh? Oh. Well, I kinda always
thought I had a big one. I don't know. I mean, I don't go
checking out other guys' holes. It just always seemed big
to me.
   Anyway, it's started. And it feels damned good. You know
how sometimes taking a big dump's such a great feeling?
Well, it was one of those. Fat and thick and makin' my
prostate tingle. It got to be a real erotic thing. And that
freak didn't help matters, either!
   "OH, SHIT! FUCK, MAN, THAT SMELLS GOOD!" the creep cries
out. He's really diggin' it, and that makes me all the
hornier!
   "Mmmm, never had the guts, man!" he's moaning. "Fuck that
baby shit! SHOOT ME THAT BIG TURD, FELLA! BLOW THAT HOT SHIT
OUTTA THERE!"
   All the time I can feel his breath and lips...and his
tongue wiping around my fuckin' shit-stuffed hole! He's
going nuts licking my turd and smelling my ornery shit. I
spread my legs further apart and took the biggest crap in my
life right down his fuckin' throat! He's moaning and sucking
on it, and Carey's yapping away!
   "GOSH! OH, GOSH! OH, DADDY, WHAT A BIG DIRTY TURD!" he
gushed. "HE'S SUCKIN' IT, ALRIGHT! HE'S REALLY SUCKIN' IT!
SUCK MY DADDY'S SHIT!!"
   "Mmm, mmmm!" the guy's moaning. I blew it out of my ass
cleanly, not worrying how it would fall on him. When I
turned, my long turd was just breaking off, plopping onto
his chest. The biggest part of it was still stuffed in his
mouth. He wasn't spittin' it out. No sir. He just continued
to suck on it. I saw something jerk inside his pants, then
saw the growing wet spot expand as his prick exploded!
   That did it. I straddled him and masturbated right in his
face! Jerking his head, he flung the turd away and tried to
catch the bolts of jizz I was squirting over him.
   "WOW! WHAT'S THAT, DADDY! ARE YOU PEEING?"
   That took some explanation, later. Dazed, confused, and a
more than a little ashamed, I untied him and left him there.
Suddenly, the whole thing disgusted me. We drove off. The
fellow was still laying there licking on my turds, Doc! The
only sense of satisfaction I really got was thinking the guy
had at least learned he didn't need little boys to satisfy
his perverted lust.
   Carey was astonished, but he's practically forgotten it
by now. But I keep going over it continually. Did I do
right, Doctor?


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