Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2024 10:49:40 -0500
From: yellowstang@gi3.com
Subject: Harry's Sh***y weekend Part 1

Harry's Shitty Weekend – Part 1

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enjoyment.

Harry wore his lucky yellow jockstrap as he entered the campground's
barn. It was midday on the first day of the event, as most guests arrived
the previous night, getting settled in and socializing. A sea of all types
of men gyrated to the pumping music as the festivities were about to
begin. The D.J. kept playing the energized music as the guys whooped and
hollered on the dance floor. A sea of shirtless men waved their hands as
they partied with the deejay. It was the ultimate fetish weekend, and there
were a lot of jockstraps, leather, rubber, military wear, and even naked
men. Every once in a while, the deejay would announce a number, and a guy
would fight across the dance floor toward the appointed door. The host
ushered the man through the door, closing it to the world.

Other guys stood around drinking and chatting as others reveled in the
energetic music. Harry stood by the bar indiscriminately drinking beer and
watching the festivities abound. Guys would approach the bar and exchange
pleasantries with him as they ordered their drinks. Harry sat there
patiently, smiling pleasantly at the next patron who ordered. Harry was
there for another reason. He was part of the organized entertainment. He
was in his designated spot, waiting for his number to be announced. He was
anxious and excited at the same time. Thinking, `If they only knew what I
was here for.'

But one of the rules was not divulging the event you volunteered for.

For those select men, the initiation ceremony started with a spotlight on
the loft's balcony, and the sea of bodies below would watch. Suddenly
appearing on the spot was the brave participant who waded through endless
dancing bodies on his way to the prized door. The guys would whistle and
catcall, supporting the brave soul. The host would assist in the recruit
stripping in front of the massive crowd. Once the recruit was down to
wearing nothing, a master would be assigned. Most didn't know what the
recruit's assignment. They were just interested in seeing a naked
body. Most lost interest after the initial unveiling and continued
dancing. Those paying attention could probably guess what camp event the
recruit was heading to. The hint would be. based on what the assigned
Master was wearing. This particular muscular Master wore black leather
pants with a red stripe.

The patrons rudely commented about the big bottom while others excitedly
left for the event destination. As the initiation ritual continued, the
recruit would enter the glass-partitioned shower. He would lather up while
the crowd could watch. It was a cheap thrill for the revelers, whooping
above the loud beating music. While others continued dancing, paying no
mind, others stood around with drinks to watch. It was a voyeur's
paradise. Some men would openly grope themselves as they partake in the
decadence.

It was the fetish weekend at the farm campground. Located in the mountains
in a small, rural area. It wasn't far from an airport and remote enough not
to worry about the outside world. The yearly event was held over the
extended weekend. The farm was converted into a campground, and several
outbuildings held special events depending on the theme. The camp this
weekend was divided into several fetishes. Those who were hard-core would
stay in those designated camps to participate or be entertained. Others
would meander through the different camps, wanting to satisfy their
curiosities. The guys purchased tickets for the special events that
occurred around the clock.

Somewhere a guy might be getting whipped, another fist fucked, and so
on. Those who just wanted to party wore their fetish and drunkenly
meandered through the various campgrounds or just danced in the barn.

Harry chatted with a good-looking guy in a leather jock. He had some
interest in getting to know this guy better. As the conversation continued,
his leather jock fantasy mentioned he was there for the CBT camp as he eyed
Harry's sizeable bulge. His friend reached out and grabbed Harry's
bulge. Smiling, Harry fibbed and said he was there for the jock strap
events. The guy seemed infatuated with Harry and offered to show him
around. Harry's number was announced at this moment. Before excusing
himself, he mentioned it was his number and wanted to know if the guy would
meet up later. He was excited when the man agreed. Harry hugged the guy
quickly. He turned to wade through the sea of sweaty dancing bodies.

His new-found friend stood there smiling, watching Harry reach the
appointed door. Harry struggled as the partiers tried to dance with him,
some pulling his jock strap. He would politely break free as he made his
way. Once at the appointed location, Harry jumped up on the platform and
proceeded toward the waiting host. When the host confirmed Harry was the
correct recruit, he put his arms around Harry's shoulder, closing the doors
behind him.

Away from the loud music, the host once again confirmed the
information. The host introduced himself, mentioning that he was the one
Harry had been communicating with about the invite. "Your profile is
hot. You're even hotter in person," confided the host.

Harry knew what was expected when the host confirmed the site's name. The
host smiled and "Ah, the formalities will only take a few," as he quickly
glanced at the paperwork. Once he determined it was the proper paperwork,
he handed it to Harry to sign. "This is the exact document I sent to you."
Harry knew the terms of the agreement and quickly signed it. The host
smiled and led him upstairs. He opened the trap door, allowing Harry to
climb onto the balcony. Once on the balcony, the host reached for the
spotlight switch. There, Harry appeared above the dancing crowd. A small
group whooped as Harry appeared. The host kept out of the spotlight and
asked Harry to strip.  First, it was his shoes, pulling each with his
opposite foot.  Bending over, he removed each sock. Harry took a deep
breath, thinking, "I'm such as slut' as he stepped out of the jockstrap.
Naked as the day he was born. Picking up his possessions, he handed them to
the host.

The host handed the articles to his assistant, who put them in a bin. Harry
stood there naked, knowing what the reaction would be once he was presented
to the Master.

The host slapped him on the butt, indicating he should enter the barn's
shower. The warm water drenched his tight body. The thoughts about what was
about to transpire raced through his head. He couldn't understand the
shower, but it was explained that it was like preparing a virgin for a
sacrifice. He knew his ritual contained two parts. The first part was for
some hard-core guys competing for his service. The second was to be videoed
and streamed over various websites as he fulfilled the ritual on the
winning guy.  Harry was selected for his talent and looks; these features
would attract competitors.

With the party going on all around him, the guys watched as Harry
seductively soaped his entire body. A big cheer roared when Harry turned
and soaped up his ass. When he turned around, the crowd could see his
rising cock. When they saw his hardening member, they whooped even
louder. Though introverted outside the gay circles, Harry liked being the
center of attention. Though most didn't know what was going to transpire,
the thought of the event was causing his dick to throb as it leaked
pre-cum. He stood there surveying the ocean of bodies below as most guys
peered up at his soap-covered body.

Harry teasingly gyrated and danced to the music before rinsing. With the
attention he was receiving, Harry's cock grew, jutting out straight in
front of him.

When the warm water stopped, an assistant handed Harry a towel. He pressed
his wet body against the glass, the giant cock trapped between the glass
and his torso. His hands were on the glass, seductively arching his
back. He shook the water out of his hair. All eyes were on him, and he
loved every minute. Soaked, he stepped on the platform, toweling dry his
wet body. The jeering and catcalling rang through the hall.

Once dried, Harry handed the towel to the host.

"You seem quite popular with the crowd," the host pointed out. At this
point, Harry was present to his Master. The Master was a fine-looking
Leatherman wearing crotchless chaps with brown stripes, a black jockstrap
with a yellow line down the center of the pouch, and a black bar vest. The
Master ordered Harry to step forward, allowing the Master to attach the
collar around his neck.

Once snuggly secured, the chain was attached, and the recruit was led down
the outside stairway. Harry, bare-naked, followed behind the Master with
his head bowed. They walked down a gravel pathway with the stones biting
into his feet. The Master quickened the pace as Harry tried to ignore the
sharp pain in his soles. As they approached the camp, the distinct filled
the air. The event was situated away from the rest of the camps. The vibe
had a different mood than that of the partying revelers. In fact, it was
referred to as the `pigsty,' a place where the hard-core bravely
entered. As he was delivered to the most decadent part of the camp, there
were fewer men, but they shared a passion for one thing. As the Master led
him through the crowd toward the anointed venue, Harry felt the dirty hands
of men assault his pristine body. The odor was undeniable. The thought of
being plunged into a vat of excrement made his cock throbbed.

Precum formed at the tip of his cock.  The strings of the precious fluid
dripped down onto his balls and thighs. The men were caressing his clean
body, whispering their desire to him before the gate was opened. His Master
pulled him close and unclipped the leash from his collar.

The gate was closed and locked behind him. The Master ordered Harry to turn
around, and the Master removed the collar around Harry's neck.

Harry stood there naked, listening to the filthy Barker gathering up the
crowd, asking who wanted to win this prime-looking man. He promised that in
five minutes, they would be able to win their chance. The Master informed
the Barker that the subject was present. The Barker announced the first
prey for tonight's festivities to step forward for all to see. The crowd
cheered as they saw the naked man. When the cheering subsided, Harry knew
it was his cue to walk up the steps. The metal-grated steps were
uncomfortable under his bare feet.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he stepped out onto the small plank that
led to the muck pit below. The Barker, rubbing his belly, asked if anyone
needed "To go." He pointed to Harry, reading aloud his skills. The Barker
guaranteed that the winner would experience these delectable talents first
handily." Moans could be heard from the crowd as the men whispered to each
other. Calling out to Harry, the Barker gestured to the crowd, "This is the
buffet which you will eat from. As you can see, my friends, this isn't your
family picnic," the barber joked.

Harry stood there naked, drawing more spectators and several curious
campgoers. The Barker asked Harry to turn around. He complied, turning his
back to the crowd. The crowd whooped as Harry heard an applause of
approval. "Bend Over, boy," the Barker ordered; "let these men see that
hole." The Barker then asked Harry to face forward. Harry turned around as
he was instructed, Harry's cock dripping a large amount of precum. The
Barker pointed out the finer points of Harry's body as he tried to find a
taker. The Barker instructed Harry to take his place. Harry walked to the
edge of the plank. Grabbing the edge of the backdrop, he leaned in to prop
up the collapsed toilet seat. The recruit would listen for the locking
mechanism's click by raising the reinforced toilet seat.

When the recruit heard the click, he would check that the seat was
secure. With a nicely placed grip, the recruit maneuvered onto the
suspended seat. When triggered, the hinge would unlock, allowing the seat
to drop against the backboard, leaving the lucky occupant plunging downward
to his demise in the filthy, murky water four feet below. The men watched
in silence as Harry bent over to place the seat in the upright
position. The audible click was greeted with cheers. Harry looked out at
the crowd and smiled. Grabbing the bar, the crowd was silent. He struggled
to take his seat, as he didn't want to fall in. He sat proudly on the
toilet seat, the only thing that kept him from falling into the slimy pit
below.

Nervous, he took a deep breath. Exhaling to relax himself as he sat about
the dreaded pit. Taking another deep breath, he started coughing from the
smell that arose from the pit; the sea of brown mixture waited to devour
him. He felt the warm summer air against his naked body as the putrid tank
wafted in the stifling summer heat.

He quickly grabbed the sides of the toilet seat, holding on over the
disgusting cesspool below. His ass was hanging below the rim, his cock
pointing forward, and his low-hanging balls were on full display. He
quickly rubbed his eye, returning his hands to the sides of the seat. He
sighed as he looked at the sludge below. He knew he would drop quickly into
the nasty pit once the ball hit the red square target. It was a matter of
time before he was the filthiest one in the whole campground.

He sat there as the Barker playfully called out to the audience. "This boy
is too clean. Who wants to help tarnish this delectable treat?" The Barker
continued sarcastically to motivate the crowd into dunking the meticulously
handsome man into the sludge below. "Three balls, just one hit, win a free
drink; two hits win a cash prize. All three hits win the man sitting up
there," he points to Harry.

A larger crowd gathered, admiring the naked young man. But all passed on
the opportunity, stating their "Athletic inabilities." Others claim they
were just curious. The non-athletic, it would be more embarrassing to miss
the target than for Harry to fall into sludge. Some spectators openly
touched themselves as they fantasized about the fit man seated before
them. The thought of that young man falling into the vat of shit excited
quite a few.

A camera was placed by the seat as well as the surface of the tank. The
event was being streamed live as well being displayed on large screens
around the concession stand. Harry's naked body was in full view. Remote
viewer's comments scrolled along the bottom of the split screens.

The Barker explained how he delivered the truckload of fresh manure from a
local farm. This glorious morning, he and a few other pigs prepared the
mixture with warm water and urine. Hinting, the buddies added some of
theirs to the concoction. He continued about breaking up clumps and helping
them dissolve, making the soupy mixture that now waits below. He points to
Harry, "This is our first candidate to be dropped into our lovely
handiwork. I'm surprised they allowed our squeaky-clean pig into our little
soiree. We did our best, but it's still a little lumpy," Barker
laughed. Harry could hear the gagging of spectators as the gleeful Barker
proudly explained the mixture below.

Harry's feet dangled a few feet from the top of the sludge. He could feel
the heat as the barnyard stench penetrated the humid air. The stillness of
the air was causing his body to sweat. As he sat on display his stiff cock
oozed precum. Harry excitedly waited to be swimming in the goop below.

The Barker continued that this fine young man would be dropped into six
feet of sludge. "Who needs the service of this fine young man? I know I
certainly would. I know you all want to, who has the balls to feed him?
He's practically starving; we can't have starving men in this camp; this is
the camp for well-fed men who want to share!"

The crowd seemed shy as they looked at Harry. Harry looked out at the crowd
and saw several men jerking off while others helped their mates by lending
a hand. The earlier beer put pressure on Harry's bladder; he was squirming
and had to piss.

The Barker called to his assistant to give this man a drink. The assistant
quickly handed Harry a beer. Harry sat there naked, with the urge to pee,
chugging his beer.

Harry couldn't hold it any longer, so he handed the empty bottle to the
assistant. He held on to the sides of the toilet seat and relaxed. His piss
stream sprayed out from this rigid cock into the pit below. Harry could
hear the moans of men cumming as they watched him piss.

The man Harry chatted with at the bar was the first to appear. He looked up
at Harry and instantly recognized him. The man called out, "Fancy meeting
you here. You disgusting pig." The Barker took his tickets and placed three
balls on the counter. The assistant appeared, handing Harry swimming
goggles.

Harry adjusted the swimming goggles around his head for his eyes. He would
see the man below. Harry called out, "So you want me to eat your shit?"

The guy looked up and said "Yeah, while I squeeze your balls," and slammed
the ball toward the square. Missing the first throw.

"Ah, too bad, I guess my balls are safe now."

The first pitcher picked up the next ball, "I want you to know I was the
first to drop you," heaving the second ball toward the target.

Harry was waiting to be dunked but was surprised when he heard the thud of
the ball and was still sitting there.

"Looks like you have one more try on your promise, maybe a drink later?"
Harry teased.

The man grabs his jock, saying, I have something for you to drink." As he
picks up the last ball.

"Oh! Really?" Harry said with a devilish smile as he raised his eyebrows.

The man lobbed the ball at the target.  This face turned to disappointment.

Harry was disappointed as he sat there; the man he was interested in
failed.

Harry urged, "Why don't you get your balls crushed and return."

The man gave the finger to Harry as he walked away from the crowd.  Harry
lifted his goggles and blew a kiss, but the man kept walking.

Harry yelled, "Who's next. I'm getting hungry up here". He sat there
swinging his legs back and forth, holding onto the side of the toilet
seat. Harry felt the pressure in his stomach. He just let it rip. The men
cheered as they saw Harry's hole open on the large screen.  More vulgar
lines of text appeared at the bottom of the screen.

>From the crowd, someone screamed, is there any in there for me?

Harry replied, "I'm the one up here. I want to be fed. Who wants to feed
me?"

Another man stepped up. The Barker asked, "Are you full of shit?"

The man assured the Barker, "I have a seven-course meal for that bastard up
there," as he nodded his head toward the man sitting on the throne.

"Let's see how you handle these balls," Harry teased. Harry put on his
goggles, hoping maybe this pitcher was the one. "I'm tasting my meal
ticket. I'm a very hungry boy. Please, please feed me!"

Harry sat at the edge of his seat, anticipating falling into the
sludge. The man pulled his arm back and threw a fastball. It hit the side
of the square. Harry was still sitting there. The man was definitely
disappointed to see Harry still sitting there.

"Tease," called out Harry, "No dinner date with you."

The man was determined. He threw the next ball, again missing the target.

Harry looked at himself, "Look how disgusting I am. I'm squeaky clean."

He threw the third ball and still missed.

Harry put his arms behind his head and sniffed his underarms. Wow, they
smell too clean. He placed the goggles around his neck while waiting for
the next pitcher.

The Barker was trying to recruit the next participant. "Let's see this man
feast on your tasty load. Can't you tell he is hungry?"

"We need to get him feeding," reminding them that the next recruit will sit
in Harry's seat within the next hour. "Now, let's get this lad fed."

A big, burly man came up to the table. Handed his tickets to the Barker.

Harry looked at the big man before pulling down his goggles. "What do you
have to eat?" Harry teased.

"Eat my shit, you fucking shit-faced whore," the man said aggressively as
he confidently threw the ball. The bell rang as everyone watched the seat
drop with a thud, with Harry plunged into the nasty pit of sludge.

The crowd cheered!

Harry surprisingly felt the seat give way from under him at that moment, as
his arms flailed while he dropped into the engulfing warm liquid
waste. Harry disappeared below the surface with a big splash. He felt the
thick warmth surrounding his body. Darkness surrounded him, being suspended
in the thickness. He waved his arms in front of him, feeling globs of shit
suspended in the water as he tried to find the side. He sunk to the bottom,
his feet sinking into the shit, squishing between his toes. He kicked up
toward the surface. The crowd cheered when his head broke the surface,
gasping for breath.

Harry blindly reached for the side with his hair matted to his head. He
grasped the edge with both hands. He pulled himself up from the cesspool
and quickly emerged from the rancid muck. The brown liquid ran off his
body, dripping back into the wastewater as clumps of dug clung to his body.

Unexpectedly, Harry felt a buck of water thrown on his face, clearing his
way to see. He looked around and saw the ladder rungs to the platform. His
brown nakedness was exposed to everyone.

More moans come from the audience as they watch the shit-covered man climb
up the ladder to the platform. Once safely on the platform, he slicks back
his matted hair before he prepares the seat. Tightly grabbing the hand bar,
he leans over the pool, fumbling to lock the seat. The crowd watches as he
climbs on.

Sitting proudly with the filth clinging to his tinted body, Harry holds
onto the slippery seat. A stench rose from his once pristine body. He
reached down and stroked his brown cock. More moans come from the crowd.

"So, Hun, I think you're going to be delicious," Harry prods, flicking his
tongue to the pitcher.  "Turn around and let me see that ass".

The man turns around, twerking his ass at Harry before picking up the
second ball. "Eat my shit, you vile scumbag," and aggressively throws the
ball at the target.

Harry squatted at a fly when he realized he was falling into the abysmal
pit. He falls with a loud splash, sending filth waves over the tank's
side. He felt the brown murkiness engulfing his shit-stained body. Harry's
body sunk deeper into the holding tank.  Engulfed in animal excrement, his
arms and legs flailing, sinking deeper into the murky sludge. He hits the
bottom as his ass, hands, and feet sink into slimy sediment. The submerged
man pushes off the bottom with his feet, swimming in the darkness toward
the surface. He could feel the suspended matter with his face and shoulders
as he swam upward. He quickly surfaces, gasping while grabbing for the side
of the tank.

As his head breaches the murky surface, another bucket of warm water is
thrown on his face. Being able to see Harry orient himself somewhat, he
turns and climbs up the rungs to the platform. His throbbing cock bounced
with each step up. The sludge drips off his body as blobs of shit drop into
the water, splashing loudly.

More moans from the crowd can be heard as a lot of men pleasure themselves
at the sight. He is noticeably darker with the second plunge. Every pore is
filled with a shitty mixture. The foulness permeates the air.

Harry turns around on the platform and leans over as he prepares his
place. He could feel the mixture run down his back as a group of men
catcalled him. The wetness flowing over his hole made his cock throb. The
humiliation of standing there in shit for the entire group to see turned
him on more. The screens overhead display his throbbing cock as he wrestles
the seat into place. He almost slipped off the platform but caught himself
in time. Otherwise, it would have been headfirst in the disgusting pit.

The seat was slippery as he tried to position himself above the pit.  The
camera is back to his hole and balls as he sits there.

"I'm ready for a full-course meal," he calls to the man. He stroked his
slimy dick, the precum dangling from the end of his cock, dripping toward
the rancid pit below. The crowd cheers.

The pitcher picked up the last ball. Harry calls out," I'm all dressed for
dinner," as he seductively licked his lip, looking at the stud. Not wanting
to be distracted, the pitcher stood there momentarily in thought. His arm
goes back, and his leg rises as he throws all his weight with the ball at
the target.

Harry heard a thud as the angry man stood there in disbelief. The shit
dripping off his body as he tries to remain on the slippery seat. His heart
sank, knowing he was missing his meal.

"Come on, guys, I'm hungry," Harry called out.

The Barker started verbally humiliating Harry as he sat there. In turn, the
humiliation stimulated Harry. The Barker knew there was someone that needed
to feed Harry their shit. He called to Harry, "You look pretty fine sitting
there covered in shit. What a sight to behold. The bouquet is giving me a
boner." The Barker turned to the crowd, "Come on guys, imagine feeding this
pig. Well, let's not imagine. Let's see this pig devour your ass full of
shit. I want to see him gobble down what you have to offer? Even better if
it's loose!" as he tried to encourage another participant in the
crowd. Harry raised his goggles, looking over the crowd. "Hey, there has to
be someone who wants to feed me," as he watched the men stroke
themselves. All eyes were on him, his wet brown body, sitting on the
U-shaped toilet seat against the backdrop.

Harry felt a rumbling in his stomach. He knew he would be putting on a
show. He was squirming as he sat on the seat when an audible fart echoed
over the crowd.

"Fuck yeah," the Barker devilish grinned. "Let's watch him shit. Where all
shit pigs here, aren't we. Come, Harry, let us see you fall into the tank
with your shit. Fuck Yeah, Folks', he'll be falling into his shit," the
Barker enthusiastically continued. The group started to cheer," Shit, Shit,
Shit."

Harry's stomach rumbled more. He grabbed the edge of the toilet rim and
held it tightly. The crowd watched his face.

The Barker laughed as he announced a laxative was added to his drink.

Harry grimaced as he felt the load quickly moving through his body. His
stomach gurgled. He was suspended in the air, with the camera aimed at his
shit hole. He loudly released more gas as he felt his bowels fill. He knew
it was going to be fast and loose.

The crowd still called out as he white-knuckled the toilet seat; his eyes
were closed as he made an awful face. The crowd cheered as his hole started
to open on the displays. Harry knew it wasn't going to be pretty. A pain
ripped through his body as the soft shit flew out his ass. It was a loose
load as it dropped into the septic pit below. Another spasm and a loud fart
as the next load escaped his ass.

The crowd was cheering. Harry shat on the back of his left thigh.

Harry clamped his ass lips together. He felt relief as he sat there soaking
wet from the contents of the tank below. Opening his eyes, he saw the
grungiest bald bear with a long beard. A mean-looking fucker with a huge
belly. The rotund-looking guy stood there with a stoned face.

The crowd silenced.

Harry felt intimidated. It was someone he wouldn't have wanted to meet in a
back alley.

The Barker pointed out the shit explosion, as well as remnants of Harry's
mishap, sprayed down the backdrop underneath the suspended toilet seat. The
Barker tried to make conversation, only to be greeted with silence and a
stare.

The new pitcher looked at Harry with disgust and grunted.

Harry crossed his fingers, hoping the guy would strike out.

The pitcher would not make eye contact. He picked up the first ball after
Harry lowered his goggles.

It was an intense silence as all eyes shifted to the unpleasant man. The
pitcher rewound his arm and put all his weight into the throw. The ball
cracked when it hit the target. Harry immediately dropped into the vat of
liquidized shit.

He was once again engulfed in warm, stinking excrement. He was feeling for
the sides, trying to pull himself up. Once he broke the surface, the
audience was quiet. The assistant threw another bucket at his face,
clearing the debris so Harry could safely climb out.

The smell grew more potent as the feces-covered man climbed from the
tank. It looked like the sludge was clinging heavier to his once spotless
body. Harry flicked this shit from his body as he stood on the
platform. His hair was plastered to his head as chunks of shit clung to
him, dripping down his body and onto the platform. Harry took longer to get
himself ready. The platform was slippery, and he had to pay close attention
to his actions. The trophy couldn't look at the disgusting man who
contemplated his next move.

The awkward silence permeated the air. Harry nervously fumbled for the
seat, setting it up, only for it to collapse into the down position when he
was ready to take a seat. He quickly caught his balance, avoiding an
unnecessary fall into the vat.

Harry, visibly shaken, pulled the seat into position. The pitcher glared at
him for taking so long. Harry's cock was flaccid, obviously not turned on
by this man. He dreaded the next plunge into the vat of shit.

The Barker called out, "Beautiful, just fucking beautiful," while looking
at the assistant, "Don't you think so?"  The assistant silently shook his
head in agreement.

The seat seemed secure as Harry cautiously climbed onto the upright toilet
seat. He worked his shit-covered body over to the chair. His legs dangling
above the obnoxious-smelling pit.

It was quiet once again. The crowd watched the unpleasant man, who picked
up the next ball. He stood a moment to concentrate. His arm went back, and
his leg went up. As he steps toward the target, the man heaves the ball in
slow motion.

The thud was loud as it hit the target, and Harry's body dropped down
again. His arms flew up from the sheer force the target triggered the
toilet seat to drop quickly from below him.

Harry felt his body break the surface as the thickness engulfed him,
feeling the shit ooze into every creative. He took a deep breath before
being completely submerged. The shit-eater dropped hard, and his ass
bounced off the bottom. He felt the thickness of the sediment on the bottom
as he felt around in the darkness.

He pushed up once again, making his way to the surface. He gasped for air
before the water landed on his face. His hands were dirty from the sediment
when he reached for the wrung to climb out. He grasped for the next wrung
as he pulled himself out of the dirty brown water. He stirred up enough
sediment as it heavily coated the bottom half of his body. The further he
climbed, the more it dripped from his filthy body into the tank below. As
he almost reached the platform, his hand slipped, and he fell backward,
splashing backward into the excrement.

He again went to the edge, only to start climbing toward the platform.

He climbed onto the platform. He could feel all eyes on him. As he looked
into the group crowd, he saw the self-stimulating men as he looked
around. He pulled his goggles to his forehead, making it easier to
see. Leaning over, he places the toilet seat in position. He checked to
make sure it was secure for his dripping body. He heard a moan and looked
in the direction to see a man staring at him as he unloaded on the back of
the guy standing in front of him. The man turned to look at the guy who had
just unloaded on him.

Harry felt the wetness drip down. He was careful on the slippery
platform. Working his wet, filthy body onto the awaiting seat.

Harry sat there, dripping into the tank below. Harry prayed that the man
would miss. The crowd was silent as the man picked up the last ball. He
stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. Harry quickly pulled down
his goggles before grabbing onto the slippery seat. He looked down at his
shit-covered body. He swallowed deeply, crossing his fingers that the man
would miss.

The pitcher felt the pressure as everyone watched him. The silence added to
the intensity. He stood with the ball in his hand like he was waiting for a
signal from the catcher.

There was a desire to dunk the man sitting on the seat.

Suddenly, his buddy appeared at the stand right behind the pitcher.  Harry
closed his eyes, praying this guy would miss.  He wanted to taste his
buddy, so.

Harry knew that if this guy got the third ball, he would be sitting under a
toilet seat with this guy's ass seated above his face. His feed from this
large man would be streamed live as he eats the meal from the hole above
his mouth. Harry gagged at the thought.

The pitcher left an audible rip, signaling he was ready to feed his
trophy. He stood there with the ball to his chest. He slowly pulled his arm
back. He left another one rip as he raised his leg.

The crowd watched intently as the pitcher concentrated. He wanted that
pretty boy. No, he thirsted to humiliate that boy. He unexpectedly relaxed
as he calculated his last throw. He knew he had to be dead on.

Noticing Harry's eyes on someone behind him, the pitcher barked, "Hey, boy,
look at me," breaking the silence.

Harry didn't want to look but reluctantly looked in the man's direction. He
saw the man smiling evilly, and Harry quickly looked down.

"I said look at me when I speak to you, Boy," the man ordered.

When Harry made eye contact, the man quickly wound his warm back, raised
his leg, and hurled the ball at the tiny target. The ball hit with such
force it bounced back into the crowd. The pitcher smiled satisfactorily as
the toilet seat collapsed under Harry, causing him to drop for the last
time into the vat below.

The crowd cheered as the filthy water splashed into the air.

Harry sunk into the murky water, his feet touching the bottom. He pushed
upward from the bottom, making his way to the top. The disheartened recruit
heard the crowd cheering when his head broke the water. He looked over the
side of the tank, seeing the disgusting man smiling and a disappointed man
standing behind him. Harry wanted to prolong getting out and tread the
water. He knew what was going to happen once he left that tank.

The Barker held up the pitcher's arm, declaring him the victor, as many
other guys wanted to be in his place.

Harry started climbing out of the vat; each rung was more brutal as he
worked his way to the platform. When he got up on the platform, the event's
Barker gestured to Harry, announcing that he was the victor's prize.

All eyes shifted to Harry as the Barker called, "Bon Appetite."

Harry was led from the platform and out a different gate. He heard the
Barker advertise the next recruit whose mug appeared on the screens. He was
the next chosen one to replace our dethroned guest on the throne, and he
called everyone to be back on the hour. The Barker opened the gate for the
winner as the crowd cheered.