Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2024 14:06:02 -0500
From: yellowstang@gi3.com
Subject: Harry's Sh***y weekend Part 2

Harry's Shitty Weekend – Part 2

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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.

Harry dripped as his brown body was led down the steps. He kept his head
down while trying not to think about the man. Deep in his heart, he wished
the outcome would come out differently. At the bottom of the steps, he was
greeted by the videographer.

The videographer ushed him into the makeshift studio. He started pointing
out things as Harry's head reeled from what had just happened.  He heard
about different angles and light.  He wished everyone would keep out of his
face as he needed time to let this all sink in. The videographer held his
meters against Harry's brown body, calling out numbers as the assistants
adjusted the camera.

Harry felt a hand on his arm, guiding him to where he would lie down. He
got down in the supine position, looking up at the cameras. The toilet seat
was placed over his head.  The videographer was still calling out numbers
as the assistants adjusted the lighting.

It was all too technical for him; he wanted them to bring the guy in so it
could be over.

"Here he comes," Harry heard as he lay under the seat. Turning his head, he
saw the large man gorging on a burger as he walked through the doorway.

The other production people greeted him as he grunted, telling them he
wanted to finish eating first.

Harry lay there, shaking his head, questioning if this was, in reality,
happening. His cock shrunk. He thought this would only happen to him.

The man was a noisy eater, which disgusted Harry.

He walked over to the toilet seat, looking down as he chewed with his mouth
open.

Ketchup and mustard oozed from the side, dripping down onto the man's belly
as he took another bite.  As quickly as it dropped, the man wiped it out to
lick off his finger. The man inspected Harry's body, taking another bite.

After eating, he rolled the wrapper into a ball, dropping it to the
ground. As he turned, he loudly passed gas as he walked to the table.

Harry didn't want to look, but his curiosity got the best of him.

The man was directed to remove his pants. Harry watched as the man lifted
his shirt. The hairy body with the overhanging gut made him question his
sanity.

The guy sat on the table's edge, bending down to remove his boot. He
grunted as he tried to raise his leg to reach the laces. Once the laces
were undone, he grabbed the heel, pulling them off his feet. He did the
same for the other foot.

Harry gulped when the big man reached for his belt buckle. He could hear
the labored breathing as he unbuckled. Harry listened to the button pop and
the distinct sound of a zipper.  The man lowered his waist to his things,
lifting the first leg out of the pants leg and then the other.

The man stood there in his putrid jockstrap. He could decide if he wanted
to keep them on or take them off. The site of the almost naked man caused
Harry's cock to respond.  Having a mind of its own.

The man looked over and noticed the arousal. He smiled, knowing Harry liked
what he was seeing.

The man hesitated before placing his thumbs inside the jockstrap. He took a
deep breath as he looked at Harry's filthy body, pulling off the strained
jockstrap.

The man reached down, adjusting his cock. Harry was surprised when he saw
the size. His cock twitched as it came back to life.

Something snapped in Harry's brain when he saw the large man naked. His
heart quickened as the hormones took over his body.

The man walked over to the rim seat, stepping gingerly as the crushed stone
floor jabbed into his feet.  The man stepped onto the mat where Harry was
lying.

"Fuckin' beautiful," he uttered as he looked at the filthy brown man lying
under the seat.

Stepping over Harry, he pointed his cock at Harry's face. He peered down at
the toilet seat, seeing that handsome face looking up. He stood there
concentrating as he held his dick.

Harry looked up at the massive man as he stood with this dick in his
hand. He knew what to expect. The man concentrated when the first spurt
fell from his cock head, spraying onto Harry's neck and chin.

Harry instinctively opened his mouth, and the man started pissing full
stream, aiming for Harry's mouth.

As Harry's mouth filled, the man aimed for Harry's face. The piss splashed
over his forehead into his hair.

Harry kept his eyes closed as the piss continued to spray.

The man stepped back, aiming his stream down Harry's chest and abs.

Stepping back further, he aimed for Harry's cock, soaking the
cow-shit-covered cock before working his stream back up the body.

Harry felt the streams drip off his body onto the mat below. He lay there
in a pool of his as the man continued to hose him down.  After what seemed
like an eternity, the man's stream slowed down. Ended with the man shaking
his dick over Harry's body.

As the man finished, he farted loudly as he looked down at the wet brown
body.

"Fuckin hot," exclaimed the large man.

Harry's cock was throbbing once again. He lay there in the filth, waiting
for this man to sit on the seat.

Harry was so turned on seeing this naked, colossal man. He was eager to
swallow what this man had to offer.

The man turned around, backing up to the seat.

Harry watched as the man got closer to the toilet seat. It was like in slow
motion when he saw the ass coming towards his face.

As the man sat down, his ass cheeks spread. He blocked the lighting. He
fills the seat and then some.

The videographer called out to wait as they had to adjust the lighting.

Harry lay there with the huge ass inches from his face. The man shifted as
he blew a fart directly into Harry's face. The fumes were obnoxious as
Harry fought the urge.

The videographer gave the all-clear signal.

The large man sat there; his ass appeared above Harry's face on the video
screen. They moved in for a close-up when the man passed more gas.

Harry witnessed the shit hole open as a blast of air and something like a
piece of grass blew onto his face. The man relaxed, peeing on Harry's
chest. The audible splatter echoed as the piss pooled on Harry's chest
before overflowing down his shoulders onto the mat. Harry was lying in a
pool of his man's piss.  Harry reached for his cock, when the feeder
swatted his hands away.

The man reached down to swipe his piss across the dirty body. Having the
shit the sheen as it reflected the lights.

Harry felt the man's fingertips grab his nipples. Harry moaned as his cock
twitched. The man saw the reaction, pincher harder.

Harry loved the sensation; he moaned softly while waiting for his meal. He
lifted his head, taking a swipe across the dirty shitter. Harry felt the
electricity as his tongue licked around, tasting the man. As he licked
more, he softened the crud that built up around this man's hole. The
definite taste of bitter nuts tantalized his taste buds as his mouth
watered for the feast.

The hole opened against his tongue, and a small amount of gas escaped this
time. Harry kept licking.

The man moaned as he felt the tongue. He relaxed as he sensed his feeding
would soon start.

Harry relaxed for a second before lifting his tongue to the cruddy hole. As
he licked, he felt the hole expand. The lips puffed out. A crackling sound
was heard from above as the hole opened wider. With a little grunt, the tip
of the meal appeared. Harry watched as it crowned, lifting his head to
taste the offering.

Harry lowered his head a little as the cameramen got in closer. A turd was
emerging above Harry's mouth.

The turd grew as it got closer to Harry. The cameraman groaned in pleasure
when he saw the solid mass enter Harry's parted lips.  The log continued to
descend as it disappeared in Harry's mouth. The man pinched it off as it
dropped to the back of Harry's throat. The end was sticking out of his
mouth.

Harry tasted the bitternut taste as his tongue caressed the underside. The
big boy filled his mouth. With the creamy consistency, Harry bit into the
turd. He reached for his cock, as he savored the big boy, only for his
hands to be batted away.

The man applied more pressure to his nipples as he listened to Harry's
smacking hips.

Harry was mushing up the shit. The text clung to the insides of his
cheeks. he could feel the matter sticking to his teeth as he chewed. He
swallowed a tiny bit, allowing eat more as the turd slowly disappeared from
his lips.

He turned his head to the side, showing his mouthful, as he chewed on the
first log. A small fragment hung above.

The man pinched again as the small piece dropped onto Harry's face. Harry
picked it up with his fingers, placing it inside his mouth.

Harry turned his head to the camera and proudly smiled, showing the camera
it was gone. He breathed shit, he tasted shit, he felt shit. After
swallowing, he felt the turd in his stomach.

Harry watched as the next turd presented itself. Harry lifted his head,
sucking on the log like a cock. The cameraman moaned as the turn extruded,
giving Harry another mouthful.  This time the turd looked a little softer
as the tip curled onto Harry's lips.

Harry chewed the bitter shit as the log filled his whole mouth. His cheeks
bulged slightly as the camera filmed him chewing and slowly swallowing.

When the size was manageable, Harry turned toward the camera. His mouth was
full of brown shit. Harry savored as he tried to manage swallowing bit by
bit.

Suddenly, he stopped, with his eyes closed; Harry was gagging. Determined,
he fought the urge as he chomped on his mouthful.

It took several gulps and a lot of chewing before he felt the foulness
filling his stomach.

When he took the last swallow, he turned to show his empty mouth.

He, again, lay there with his open mouth inches from the shit-stained hole.

The next turd eased down to his open mouth but was quickly blown into
Harry's mouth and mouth. This time, it was softer, which made it easier to
swallow. With not that much, it quickly consumed the log. Another blast was
heard as Harry felt the remnants shower his face. He positioned his mouth
directly under the hole when suddenly a long thinner strand dangled down
before the feeder lost control and shat the rest of his loud suddenly onto
Harry's face.

The camera captured the pile that suffocated Harry. His mouth overflowed as
the soft ship oozed down the side, dropping onto the mat.

A gruff voice from above apologized as Harry drowned in his waste.

Harry removed some so he could breathe. He scooped up the shit that ran
down his face, piling onto his neck.

Harry concentrated as his outstretched mouth overflowed with loose
shit. This was going to take a while.

Harry started chewing, occasionally gagging from the mass volume.

The man stood up, turned around, and looked down at Harry's shit-covered
face.

The man was proud of his deposit. He spat on the shit, as well as his dick,
while he started jerking himself off as he watched Harry struggle.

He was so proud of that load, announcing, "I have some more."

The man put his one hand on the seat, as you used his other hand to collect
some of the dripping shit. He coated Harry's forehead before writing the
word pig with his finger.

He poked the shit further into Harry's mouth as Harry struggled. The man
laughed at the look of Harry's face and spat again.

The big man leaned over Harry and watched. He laughed as he struggled with
the overflowing mouthful. He would occasionally stick his fingers in,
pushing the shit further back, and laugh every time Harry gagged.

Harry laid his head back, basically needing a rest from the struggle. The
man above him started calling him a pussy. Harry pucker his lips, sending a
small volcano of shit spewing from his mouth.  The shit cascaded down the
side of his face, dropping onto the mat.

He quickly turned his head toward the camera, trying to open his mouth
before turning back as he tried to swallow more of the load. As he looked
up, the man stood there with a dick in hand, stroking as he gleefully
watched Harry.

"I got more," the feeder announced. Harry couldn't say anything but listen
to the man and the crew laugh. Scooping up more shit, the man wraps his
hand around his cock.

The camera caught the troubled swallowing and some of the gagging. As Harry
made some more room, the feed reached down, scooping up more of the shit.

"Open," commanded the feeder as he flung the dung from his fingers toward
Harry's open mouth.  Splatting his face with his feces in the process.

Suddenly the man started pissing on Harry's face. The liquid amber
liquified the mess on his face, leaving the concoction dripping off his
face. The man continued pissing down Harry's torso, and the cameraman kept
filming the struggle.

With his face full of shit, Harry turned to the camera showing he completed
the mission. His mouth was empty.

The man quickly sat down. Harry had no time to react when the man
splattered his face with the remaining liquid waste. This time the
liquidity shit contained pieces of food as it decorated Harry's
unrecognizable face; the man stood up and removed the chair.  He reached
down and smeared the rest of Harry's face, neck, and chest.

"Ah, Fuck," grunted the man, "wear my fucking filth, as he smeared the
front of Harry's body. Harry and a thick coating of shit.

The man sat on his chest, rubbing the shit into his bottom. He stroked
vigorously as the crew cheered him on.

Harry couldn't move with all the weight on him. He felt like he was
suffocating, with the shit on his face and the weight on his chest. The man
flogged away as he looked at Harry.

The man lurched forward as he groaned, his white spunk spraying Harry's
shit-coated face. He bucked and heaved as he unloaded his ball juice onto
his ass eater.

As soon as he came, he looked at Harry and his hands in disgust. He pulled
himself up, backing away.

The crew backed away as Harry got up. The man's feces fell to the ground as
Harry tried to wipe the cum covered shit from his face. Two white eyes
appeared through the glazed dark brown skin.

The place stunk as Harry stood there with his full erection. He knew he had
to take care of it. While reaching for his dick, the crew commented not to
pleasure himself.  He didn't know they had other plans for him.

They asked Harry to step outside, and as he was ready to leave, he saw the
next contestant entering the area, covered head to toe in shit like he
was. Through the other door, his buddy proudly announced, "Look who I won."

Harry's heart sank. He was envious of the wet brown recruit.

Harry was left out the side door into a stall. He was informed that he
would join when the guy was done feeding.

Harry sat in the sun, waiting.