Date: Fri, 24 Jan 2020 09:27:45 +1000
From: A L <lasen1311@gmail.com>
Subject: Taking Care of the Team (piss, scat)

This was one of those ideas I just had to write down. Keep going until you
reach the end. Hope you like it and please email any thoughts. Also please
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We'd made it to nationals, which was a big deal considering
this was one of the biggest Esports competitions in the world.
An excited energy pulsed through our team as we entered the
arena, which was really just an office space fitted with sixteen high-tech
gaming computers, as well as top of the range all-access gaming
chairs. There was a small audience of judges and commentators, and
there were cameramen who would be filming the whole event as it live
streamed on Twitch.

While the enemy team took their places across from us the nine members
of our team fist-bumped and I gave and received some good-natured
ribbing. We were really amped for this game coming off of an
overwhelming victory last week. Matt, Eddy, Ox, Ruffles, Booni,
Vaughn, Six and Harry removed footwear and pulled off their pants.
Then they took position along the row of computers. There asses hung
down through wide openings in the comfortable leather chairs.

I prepared to lay down on my custom built roller chair and noticed the
other team's maintenance guy was already in position and rolling under
each teammate to ensure everything was in order. The roller chair was
very similar to the kind any mechanic would use to get under cars,
however these were made to be more comfortable. Games lasted around
four hours but could go for as many as six so you needed to make
certain your back and neck were well supported. I lined up my roller
at the end of our row and got in position on my back. Then I pushed
off and moved beneath the rears of each of my team. The gaming chairs
they sat on had minimalist, wide spaced legs that allowed perfect room
for maintenance access.

I made note of a few arses as I passed beneath them.

Harry was a skinny guy and was the only member of the team using the
designated `small' hole-size in the gaming chairs so that his tight
bottom fit perfectly. He let out a short poot like someone testing a
microphone and I raised my nose to get a good sniff. The smell
reminded me of the tuna sushi roll I'd seen him eat earlier.

Vaughn was of Indian heritage and he used a medium chair seat. All I
could see of him from my position were his brown cheeks and dark hole
but I knew above me was an extremely handsome guy who was known as a
prankster. I ran my finger over his luscious ring of soft, black hair,
and then touched lightly to his pucker, to let him know I was there.
Sure enough he blasted my face with a strong spicy fart right away and
I could hear him giggling above me.

Then there was Booni. The blond Canadian had a larger arse overgrown
with light-coloured hair. He was well known among the team for having
devastating farts. His hairy trench became rather crusty and
shit-stained near his rosy hole and just being under him there was a
strong arse-funk. Booni used a `large' seat hole.

Before I had time to have much of a glance at anyone the game had
begun. This wasn't a concern as I generally wasn't needed much until
later. On my arm a small-screen device allowed me to watch the game as
it progressed. I could even fit the screen to a stand above my head
for easy viewing when I wasn't busy.

I wheeled idly up and down the row of my teammates as I watched them
set up their defenses and send out scouts.

A few of the guys had had poutine at the airport after our short
flight and before we'd arrived at our hotel rooms. It must have made
it to their bowels by now because the farts were steady and smelly,
some were rich and some carried with them a sharp sulphur tang from
all that cheese. Suffice to say the whole room was heavy with male
stink pretty quickly. I lingered beneath whichever holes were leaking
the most gas just in case I was needed urgently.


Thirty minutes in I got the first beep on my device showing me that
Vaughn had requested a piss. I was under his chair in moments and I
swiveled around to access his penis from under the desk. I let his
cock sit on my tongue and gently wrapped my lips around it to create a
seal. He filled my mouth with a gentle stream of his golden liquid and
I drank it down, enjoying my first taste of the hours to come.

A waited under seats for the next few minutes, filling my time by
breathing in the smell of Vaughn's pee on my breath. But I didn't have
to wait long before the alerts started coming in.

Ruffles needed to piss. His real name was actually Matthew but since
we already had a Matt on our team he was happy that we affectionately
called him by his gamer tag. Ruffles used a large seat to fit his dump
machine. His face always had a big friendly smile under his large but
squinty eyes. He had mid-length wavy brown hair and was sort of
considered the teddy-bear of the group.

As I took him into my mouth I looked up from my position under the
desk, but I was only able to see his beard and the outline of his
boy-breasts. Knowing he was focusing on the game gave me a stronger
sense of purpose as I swallowed down a huge amount of tasty gamer
piss.

Six was next as the only other member of our team known by his gamer
tag. Six was the tallest out of all of us, using a medium size seat
hole. He had short-cut light-brown hair and took really big dumps, and
his cock was huge. I took it as far into my mouth as I could and let
his cheesy cock-head sit against the back of my throat. His salty
urine washed through my mouth and I let it fill me up like I was dead
from thirst.

Of course I couldn't hold all their piss in my belly forever so when I
sensed a lull in the action I emptied some of my own pee into a flask
with the team's insignia on it. Sometimes the team used the potent
amber liquid to spice up drinks after a victorious game. Meanwhile
some teams even sold their flasks to fans online.


About two hours in our team was starting to make some impressive
offensive plays. My heart skipped when my screen buzzed to tell me of
our first team member who needed to take a shit. It was Ox, a wide
set, stocky guy who was the team's healer. Ox was dark haired with
stubble and side-burns. His mouth was often in a smirk as he saved
ally teammates moments from death. He used a large seat, having the
biggest arse on the team, and it wasn't unusual for him to be the
first to shit during a lot of games. I think taking a dump early
helped him to relax and get into a rhythm. I rolled my way along under
the team until I got to Ox's chair. His chubby cheeks loomed above me.
I held them apart so that they wouldn't get stained and soon a turtle
head was poking out of his large anus. I was hungry to begin and
although the head of his turd was fat and knobbly it quickly tapered
off to a point when it fell solidly onto my tongue.

Rich and spicy flavours like barbecue pizza seemed at the forefront,
but the mass of his dump was rounded out with lots of potatoes and the
tang of gravy. He must have had some of the poutine at the airport. As
I bit into his log and chewed each mouthful it was like self-saucing
pudding the way it melted in my mouth. While I was eating part of my
job was to massage the big brute's legs to help with circulation. Just
as I swallowed the last of his crap I made it up to his thighs,
massaging the flesh deeply. A putrid fart squeaked out of his sweaty
hole and I opened wide just as another fresh turd dropped into my
mouth, soft and steaming.

I felt a satisfying weight in my belly after finishing with Ox and
licking clean his hole but I knew I had plenty of room left.

After another thirty minutes my device buzzed, this time one light lit
up and then another. Luckily Matt and Eddy were sitting next to each
other. I scooted over to them, passing under each greasy, farting hole
on the way. I had to move quickly though, my teammates were counting
on me. The moment I was under Matt I put my hands on his cheeks to
signal that he was free to release.

Matt's ass was quite ample, very pale, and with some red spots on the
cheeks from sweat and chafing underwear. He and Eddy both sat mediums.
At my touch Matt's hole bloomed immediately with the thick brown head
of an incredibly stinky log. I opened wide to accept it. I knew his
curly-haired head and somewhat freckled face would be glued to his
screen. Intent on doing his best as the team's DPS.

Once the hot loaf dropped into my mouth I took my hands off him so he
knew to hold off for a moment. We'd drilled and practiced for hundreds
of hours now and we worked like a well oiled machine. It was mostly
subconscious the way Matt held back his dump. His bodily needs were
minor background stuff that needn't distract him from the game for a
single moment.

I gulped down the turd by swallowing large chunks and even before it
was all down my throat I positioned myself under Eddy and put my hand
to his thigh. He farted for me, strongly enough that I felt the force
of his wind on my face, but his pink hole remained tight as a button
and glancing again at my screen i realised he'd actually signaled to
piss. I maneuvered quickly to under his desk and readied his flaccid
but girthy cock. Pulling back the foreskin I was hit by the smell of
gorgonzola cheese and the acrid scent of dried urine. Pure gamer cock.

>From my position I could look up and see him. Eddy had short stubble
and a boyish face, as well as a bit of a gut.

I wrapped my lips around the member and he started to piss forcefully.
It was quite concentrated pee and the smell was pungent as I breathed
it out through my nose. I never spilled a drop. I just drank it down
like I was emptying a gatorade or mountain dew, which in a way I was.
I could faintly taste the artificial citrus berry flavours of
whichever beverage Eddy had been enjoying.


When his stinking flow finally stopped I again moved back over to Matt
in case he had more poop and indeed the second I touched him a smooth
snake of shit rushed out of his pinkish-red anus to pile in my mouth.
The intense nasty smell overwhelmed me as I chewed and swallowed,
trying to relieve him of his burden.


Only fifteen minutes later my device signaled that it was Vaughn's
turn to poo. As my roller came beneath him I could tell immediately
that I was within his fart-cloud. The smell was extremely ripe and had
my mouth watering. I put my hands on his bum and his winking hole
began to expand wider and wider. I could see the turd inside him
clearly as it looked light against his dark skin, appearing to be a
bright yellow-brown; even though really it was a similar colour to
most of the other guy's logs. For a moment I could see the red of his
warm insides but then his shit sausage pushed its way out and in a
moment the girthy yellow turd was dangling from his arse obscenely. I
reached up my head and managed to take the turd into my mouth while
the other end still connected to Vaughn. It tasted thick, meaty and
peppery. I had to use my hands to guide the rest of his waste into my
mouth, since it was so long I was worried it would fall to the side of
my face.

Once I had consumed his rather massive offering I raised my head up to
lick the creamy shit dollops from out of his relaxed and gaping hole
as it continued to fart steadily. When he was all cleaned up I lay
back on my roller seat contented.


Around forty minutes passed after that allowing me to wash Ox, Matt,
and Vaughn's shit down with a few loads of piss. At last I got a
notification I'd been hoping for. Harry was ready to empty his bowels.
Harry tended to eat a bit healthier than the rest of the team so his
shit had a unique flavour, and his logs were often dark and compact,
though no less smelly.

I ran my hands along his smooth legs and then touched them to his firm
twink arse, prying his cheeks apart. A silent fart entered my nostrils
and I could smell straight away the tuna, rice, and seaweed of his
lunch. My mouth opened wide in response. I waited like that for over a
minute until the smooth dark head appeared, forcing a great stretch on
his tight hole. Harry's average sized log was pushed out slowly, a
thick layer of butt-slime gave it a rich shine.

When at last the six inch turd fell in my mouth it's warm heat was
decadent. It's shape was firm and hard like a cock but when I bit down
the creamy inside of Harry's log was revealed. I could smell and taste
the yummy savory tuna smell of his crap. With my tongue I dug into his
turd to feel the potent stink fill my mouth. I smashed the offering
from Harry's gamer asshole into the roof of my mouth and then pulled
dense chunks into my throat and gulped the boyshit down.

Before I could even lick his hole clean my screen buzzed again. It
showed that Harry wanted to piss and so I quickly changed position.

Once his dick was between my lips Harry made a few quick, short
thrusts into my shit-stained mouth. This was a signal that meant he
wanted me to empty his balls. This was not exactly encouraged
behaviour but some players just worked better when they were able to
get off every few hours. I knew Harry was a very horny boy who loved
to ejaculate most games and I was happy to help.

I sucked on his average-sized member and it grew quickly in my mouth.
I kept a steady pace and strong suction for a few minutes as I bobbed
my head up and down, employing my hand to play with his balls and
squeeze on the base of his member. When I thought he must be close I
reached a hand around a wiggled my fingers into his smooth hole, still
gooey with his shit. I pushed my fingers against his prostate and felt
his legs stiffen in response. I kept this up and less than a minute
later a powerful squirt of his hot bleachy semen lanced over my tongue
and against the roof on my mouth. And then a few more continuous
squirts as his full load filled up my mouth. Fish really does have a
habit of getting into everything because I could even taste the faint
presence of the tuna meal in his cum. His spunk had incredible heat to
it as it dripped down my throat and I swallowed it all slowly,
savouring his special taste.


Now that Harry was no longer encumbered I made the rounds on my roller
chair, quietly proud of the good work I'd done so far. The game had
been going for near four and a half hours and based on positioning,
with the battle that was currently being fought, and the buffs yet to
be acquired, it was looking likely to be a long game.

Four members of the team had yet to shit but that wasn't unusual. In
fact it was rare for all eight players to take a dump in the same
game. Such an event put a lot of pressure on maintenance as that was
simply too much waste to resolve. When that rare event occurred there
were a few suitable options.

The coach could get on a roller chair of their own and get underneath
the players, or more commonly at finals events there was often an
understudy waiting in the wings to tag in. However, players themselves
often preferred family members--brothers, fathers or sons--to get under
them, if they were fortunate enough to have them in the audience at an
event. This was often hailed as an exciting moment for the relative
when they got to rush onto the stage to the cheers of the audience,
filled with pride and able to take part in their loved one's
professional game.

With no physically present audience at today's game it was likely the
duty would fall to our coach, if it came to that. As I considered that
thought a vibration from my screen told me Booni was full to capacity
and needed my services.

Booni's arse almost looked like it had grown since I was last under
it. His pale cheeks and densely hairy trench of blonde arse-pubes took
up the entirety of my vision. His hole was mostly hidden beneath the
hair, which was crusty with dried shit near the source. As I pushed
his mounds of flesh further apart the pucker was revealed, becoming
wider, pinker and puffier before my eyes. As Booni relaxed, his hole
opened. I could see into the cavernous space of his turd tube and the
sharp waft of his inner stench was like a fog clouding my senses.

I heard and then felt through my hands a gurgling deep inside him.
Then his bottom shook as it belched out a rotten fart. I couldn't keep
from momentarily writhing my hips in passion as the smell promised a
potent bowel movement. There came a flurry of more farts and then a
thick column of soft-serve shit began to stream from his arse and into
my mouth. The floppy lips of his loose shit-hole swelled and became
purple as he beared down. The flow of his poop was constant and I had
to swallow it down like pudding while my mouth was still open. The
flavor was so ripe that I couldn't even pay close attention to it or I
would be sick, or cum, or both. It was like blue cheese, anchovies,
broccoli and eggs. Spicy meatballs and curried chicken. A whole leg of
lamb dripping with fat and oil.

Who knows what he'd eaten but Booni's male stink factory was
absolutely fantastic. I had no doubt that everyone in the room could
scent Booni's shit right now, but I was the lucky one being treated to
it. I dug my fingers into his cheeks and kneaded them helpfully as he
continued to dump into me. When the flow of shit came to a stop I
moved my mouth up to wrap around his anus and began to suck. The soft
stink entered my mouth and the more I swallowed it seemed the more I
wanted. A final cheesy fart blasted my face while my tongue was inside
his hole. When at last he finally seemed empty of all the creamy shit
I suckled on his hairy chute like a newborn. I made out with the
distended asslips like it was a mouth and still at times his gas would
fill my mouth and nose. There came a point where I knew I had to leave
him to it, so he could win the game. I detached myself and gave Booni
a farewell pat on his dumper. I lay back, staring up at his bottom and
smelling the sweat of his anus all over my face.


I was feeling pretty dazed from all the loads inside of me but the
excitement of the game was still a quiet electricity running through
all of us. I watched the action on my screen with rapt attention. We
were well positioned, and a victory looked likely. Whether we won or
lost, I could tell that the game would be over in about half an hour.

The room we were set up in smelled like a military latrine. It wasn't
just our team generating sweat and farts while we gamed. On the other
side of our desks the other team had been dropping loads as well. Not
a moment could be spared for bathroom breaks in a game like this.

When I had just about decided no-one else would be needing to poo
before the end of the match, my device buzzed. Six, the tallest and
perhaps most muscled of our team needed to relieve the pressure in his
arse. I was feeling pretty full but I knew I could take care of one
last teammate. And I especially didn't want to miss a dump from Six. I
wheeled over to him, excitedly remembering the delicious torrent of
his piss as it had filled my mouth many times already this game.

Once beneath Six's medium sized seat I gazed up at his solid butt
cheeks. Like most on the team his arse was very pale, having never
seen the light of day. Six had only the faintest amount of hair around
his tight starfish and even as I ran my finger over his hole to tell
him I was ready I could smell only the faintest musk about his bottom.

That changed as his almost invisibly small hole began to open in a
perfect circle. There was at first the unmistakable smell of the milky
coffee I saw him drink each morning as the dark, solid head of a turd
pushed out tantalizingly.

And the hole only continued to grow, and grow. The girthy log forced
his manly cunt to stretch wider and wider, almost to breaking point,
to where I was sure Six's pussy would tear. There was that telltale
sound of faint crackling from the friction of sticky mucus and at last
the turd started to push out and descend towards me.

Slowly, it dropped lower, until it hung from him like a tail. His
massive turd was like a pillar of stink as warm clouds of a sausage
and onion smell radiated out from it, along with the sweetness of the
coffee. I quickly tapped a button on my chair which raised my head
just enough that I could kiss the end of it, which I did. Then I
licked the savoury flavour from my lips.

My breathing was deep and steady. I floated trance-like in my
appreciation of Six's jock shit-smell. My mouth opened wide as the
turd inched lower to enter me. I stayed still for a moment, just
enjoying the sensation as my mouth was filled with the gentle press of
thick man-shit. But when I knew I could wait no longer I bit into his
meal and started chewing.

In my mouth the chunky offering broke down into smelly nuggets of
brown gold, which I swallowed whole. As I opened my mouth again Six's
rank turd dropped from his hole and was now sticking obscenely out of
my mouth, standing straight up and tapering to a solid point were it
left his asshole. I noticed then that one of the Twitch cameramen was
on his knees next to me, getting some footage of what would be
considered a professional maintenance man consuming his final load of
the game. I knew I'd shown a lot of determination today by eating so
many big loads so I glanced at the camera and gave the audience a
thumbs up with a smile on my face, mouth stretched around Six's fat
log. The cameraman stayed on me so I gave everyone a show by consuming
the stinky mass hungrily. I used my hands to help guide the last of
the turd into my mouth and kept my eyes fixed on my feeder's hole to
see if more was coming.

Six's hole was still open in a lovely pink gape. The log had stretched
him wide but incredibly his slimy sphincter was already starting to
contract. I wasn't quite done with Six and while his hole was still
loose and open I went ahead and wet three of my fingers in my mouth,
and then pushed them up into his silky tunnel.

His hole clenched around me and I could see his legs stiffen at my
intrusion. Delicately, I pumped in and out of him for almost two
minutes, and by the subtle bouncing of his arse I could tell Six
enjoyed it. I removed my hand as I raised my head to his stink pussy
to give it a final kiss. However, as I'd hoped, my stimulation had
encouraged the last remainder of his butt-load to descend. As I
pressed my parted lips to his boyhole a soft, smooth turd was
pumped into my mouth, along with a pungent fart. I chewed the turd and
swallowed it. I cleaned his hole with a few final swipes of my tongue
and then I laid back in my chair, relaxed knowing that my work was
done.

On my small screen I watched the final minutes of the game, and when
the trumpeting announcement came that signaled our victory I was on my
feet with the others, whooping and embracing--celebrating with glee.
Harry, Matt and Vaughn all gave my belly a rub and Six came from
behind to wrap his arms around me and pat my gut affectionately. I
felt the press of his large package against my bottom.

I already couldn't wait for the group retelling of events when we
arrived back at our hotel rooms. I would be the center of attention,
filled with the stink of the whole team. And I would christen our
hotel room by filling it wall to wall with my toxic farts. It was the
perfect smell for us all to fall asleep to and promised wonderful
dreams. At some point it was likely that I would be ready to shit out
everyone's waste. I would do it with the bathroom door open and the
whole team watching, and they would dare each-other who can last
longer breathing in the smell up close and all inspecting the pile of
turds left in the toilet after I've finished. Once empty I could
expect a good dicking from many of my friends.

I was grinning ear to ear as I entered a huddle with the rest of the
team, our bodies jostling, cocks dangling and the sharp odor of sweat
all around. I couldn't wait for another very rowdy night with the
boys.