Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2018 12:26:27 +0000
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Liam - chapter 28

This is a story involving scat play between adult males.  All characters
are over the age of eighteen.  If this isn't your sort of thing or it is
illegal for you to view it, please leave now. This story is entirely
fictitious, and any resemblance to actual individuals is coincidental.


Liam


Chapter Twenty-Eight


Liam glanced furtively at his bedroom door.  Even though he had the house
to himself that evening it was shut through sheer force of habit.  Lying
back on his bed he stroked his cock through his pants as he opened up one
of the scat websites he used, to find a message waiting for him.

Hey.  U look fit.  Love those pics of ur shit in the toilet.  Bet ur turds
taste real nice.  Alfie

Out of curiosity he opened the guy's profile, and noticed that he lived in
the same city.  He was in his mid-20s, and his profile made clear that he
was a total bottom; like Callum, he was a dedicated toilet who liked
nothing better than eating shit from young guys.  Judging from a string of
comments from other guys he'd done it a lot, and he was very good at it.
One of his photos showed him lying on the floor wearing nothing but a
bondage hood, his mouth wide open for the slender guy squatting across him.
In another his mouth was full of shit.  None of them showed his face, but
his body looked nice.  He was tall and thin and blonde, with a very big
cock.

There was a link in his message to a video on another site, the same one
where Liam had posted his first video just the previous week.  Intrigued
and horny, he opened it.  The camera was behind Alfie's head and slightly
to the side, giving a nice diagonal view as he lay under a rimseat in his
hood, sniffing poppers and breathing hard.  Another guy was straddling him,
standing up so that only his thin, hairy legs were in view.  Then he sat
down, with his pale bottom right over Alfie's mouth.

'You recording?' he asked.  It was a young man's voice, slightly northern
but well-spoken.  'Is my face out of shot?'

Alfie twisted round and looked into the camera.  His eyes were vivid blue
through the black hood.  He twisted back round and looked up the young
man's arse.

'Yeah,' he said, took another big huff of poppers and put the bottle to one
side.  His voice was accentless and calm, slightly southern in his accent.
'Now ... nice and slow...'

Liam was never sure whether he liked watching guys eat shit.  The thought
of doing it himself was still too much for him, and sometimes watching it
made him feel sick.  At other times it turned him on more than any other
porn, and besides, it wasn't as if he hadn't got off feeding Callum enough
times.  This was one of the times when it turned him on.  The young man
took his dump slowly; a big solid one that consisted of one sturdy turd
after another.  In between times he waited patiently, listening to Alfie
eating and telling him in that sexy voice he had how good a toilet he was.
For his part Alfie ate relentlessly.  Not once did he gag or groan, or give
any impression he was struggling.  Between mouthfuls he complimented his
top on the taste and consistency of his shit, and how well he paced it.  He
sounded completely composed, but in the distance his dick was going crazy,
dancing just like Liam's did.  When the young man had finished his shit
Alfie licked his hole clean for him, and then let him wank off into his
mouth whilst he shot all over himself.  Liam had seen enough.  He messaged
back thanking Alfie for his message, sending a face picture and asking if
he'd like to eat his shit, and lay down for a wank.  He got a message back
an hour later:

Hey!  Ur fit!  Love 2 have u shit in my mouth

There was a face picture with it.  Alfie was very handsome; tall and thin,
with floppy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes shining out of a nice oval
face.  He had a lovely, sexy smile too.

Two days later Liam was on a bus, heading across town to the address Alfie
had given him.  He was nervous, as he always was when going to meet a new
playmate, and especially so because he was going straight to his house.  It
was the same feeling he'd had when he'd met Neil all those many months ago;
the same feeling of vulnerability and faint fear, but also massive
excitement.  He looked around him at the other passengers, all going about
their daily business with no idea of what he was on his way to do, and
clenched his arse a bit tighter.  It was mid-afternoon, he'd needed a shit
for hours, and he was starting to get desperate.  If it didn't work out
with Alfie he'd have to go and find a toilet somewhere before he headed
home, he mused, then started as he recognised where Alfie had told him to
get off.  Dry-mouthed, he stepped off the bus, crossed the road and walked
up the street where Alfie lived.  He eyed the house he'd been told to come
to warily as he arrived, looking for anything he should be concerned by,
but there was nothing: it was just another suburban house, like countless
others, neat and tidy with a smart little car in the drive.  Heart racing,
he reached out and rang the doorbell.

'Liam?  Hi, come in.'

Alfie was very tall.  That was the first thing Liam noticed; that and how
normal he was.  Odd how that always struck him about his playmates, he
mused briefly.  After all, he of all people should know that the most
ordinary people could have the weirdest kinks!  Reassured, he followed
Alfie into the house, noting how clean and tidy and well-kept it all
looked, and conscious again of how badly he needed a shit.  He felt
strangely shy about raising the subject, which was ridiculous given what
had brought him there, and he hoped Alfie would raise it first.  In the
event he didn't have long to wait.

'So,' said Alfie evenly as they sat down in the living room.  'You need a
shit?'

'Yeah,' he said quietly.  'Quite badly, actually!'

'Cool.  Er ... you done anything like this before...?'

That was just the question Liam needed to put him at his ease, and Alfie's
eyes widened as Liam related some of what he'd done; how he'd fed Callum
and Aston in the past, and some of what he'd got up to with Olly, Toby,
Dalton and Aaron.

'Ooh!  Wow, you've done loads!' laughed Alfie.  'I wish I knew these mates
of yours.  You mean they live here, in this town?'

'Yup.  Well, Dalton doesn't any more and Toby's a student like me, but the
others do.  Olly's on the same sites as we got talking on too.  So ... what
about that guy in your video then?  Is he local?'

'Yeah.  He's not out as gay, though, so keeps it really discreet.
Especially the scat stuff, of course.  He's my age.  Name's Charlie.  He's
really cute!  Couple of other local lads have fed me too; scally lads,
like.  I ... er, well, I meet 'em through Craigslist and pay 'em to shit in
my mouth.  I just leave the door open for 'em and they come in, collect the
money off the side, take a shit, wipe and leave.'

'Cor!  Bit risky that, though, innit?'

'Guess so.  But ... well, there's nothing like the buzz from being some
anonymous scally lad's toilet.  Anyway ... so, you need to go now...?'

'Yeah,' said Liam coyly, his heart racing.  'Er, yeah, I do.'

'Mmm!  God I can't wait.  I bet your shit smells and tastes so fucking
nice.  Come on!'

Liam had the unreal feeling as he followed Alfie upstairs.  The bathroom
was big and bright and very clean.  In the middle of the tiled floor was
the rimseat, and below it a plastic-covered pillow for Alfie to lie on.  A
toilet roll and a bucket sat close to hand.  Alfie began to strip at once,
and watched eagerly as Liam did the same.

'Mm, nice body,' he breathed.  'Lovely cock an' all.  Ooh, come here and
let me suck you.'

Liam's head went back as Alfie took his cock in his mouth, and then right
back into his throat until his nose was nestling in Liam's pubes.  He
pulled Liam's hips to and fro, making Liam fuck his throat until he pulled
back sharply, afraid he might cum there and then.  Smiling, he bade Liam
turn around and bend over, and open his legs, bent in close to sniff his
musky hole, and then began to rim him.  Liam gasped as Alfie's tongue
lapped softly and wetly around his hole, and then thrust in deeper.  He
loved being rimmed, and he bent over further and pulled his cheeks apart,
and moaned his pleasure out loud.

'Ooh,' sighed Alfie behind him, voice muffled between his cheeks.  'Your
arse tastes so good.  God I wanna eat your shit!'

'Yeah.  Ooh yeah.  Wanna be my toilet now?  I really need to go...'

Without a word Alfie sat back, wriggled himself over to the rimseat and lay
down, looking up through it with his eyes dancing, licking his lips in
anticipation.  He watched intently as Liam came and stood over him.  Then
Liam sat down, loving the cool plastic of the rimseat, and Alfie's hot
breath on his wet, sensitised arse.  To his left Alfie had propped a big
mirror against the side of the bath.  So, that'd be twice in as many weeks
he watched himself shit on someone's face, he thought in a brief lucid
moment.  Then Alfie reached up with the poppers bottle, and he took it and
sniffed deeply.  His head rushed, his heart was racing and his dick was
rock hard.  The need to shit was almost painful.

'Now...' he said softly.  'I'm gonna do it now.  Open wide...'

Below him Alfie obediently opened his mouth.  Liam sighed, long and low, as
he eased himself, feeling every crack and lump of the thick turd that began
to slide through his hole.  He watched in the mirror as it extended from
him, then snapped off and dropped straight into Alfie's mouth.  Dick
dribbling and bouncing, he clenched up to stop his flow, suddenly aware of
his own smell.

'Cor!' gasped Alfie thickly.  'Oh wow!'

He began to chew slowly, and his dick started to dance.  He savoured Liam's
shit like fine food, swallowing lump after lump until finally it was gone.

'Like it...?  I can see you do...'

'Oh man it's fucking awesome.  God it tastes so fucking nice, and smells so
good too.  More!  Give me more!'

Liam grunted and pushed out another log.  He watched in the mirror as it
came out of him and extended slowly down to Alfie's waiting mouth.  It kept
on coming, crackling softly and wafting his smell around the room, until it
touched Alfie's lips and its end slid out of sight into his mouth.  By then
it was starting to taper off, and he pinched his hole shut.  Alfie gagged
as it dropped into his throat, with its end still sticking up above his
lips.  It bobbed to and fro as he chewed, with his eyes closed, sighing in
his throat, and slowly disappeared from sight.  Almost without realising
what he was doing Liam curled out another little lump, and Alfie opened his
brown mouth quickly to catch it as it fell.  Once he'd swallowed it he lay,
breathing hard, then reached out and took some more poppers.

'Finished...?' he asked, his voice thick and indistinct.

'No.  Not yet.  Shall I...?'

'Yeah ... oh man you do such nice ones ... Mm!  Mm!'

Alfie opened his mouth quickly as Liam's flaring, filthy hole began to emit
a slim, snaky one that dropped three or four lumps before Liam clenched up
to stop it and give him chance to chew, with his dick dribbling and bobbing
up and down.  The smell hung thickly around them as he did so.  Three more
times this happened, with Liam's turds getting smaller each time, until
finally he flared his hole out and no more came.

'Phew,' sighed Liam.  'That's it.  I'm done.  Oh that was a good shit!'

Below him Alfie swallowed mightily a few times, lay and composed himself
for a second, and then Liam felt his tongue again, circling his hole
lightly and licking away the deposits around it.  It felt wonderful, and he
leaned back and began to wank his cock.  Alfie wanked too.  Suddenly they
were both cumming.  Alfie shot all over himself, and Liam jumped up, spun
round and came all over his face.

'That was fucking awesome!' Alfie smiled later, when they'd cleaned up and
taken a shower.  'Your shit's so nice.  Tastes so ... meaty!  Wanna feed me
again sometime?'

'I'd love to,' smiled Liam.

'Cool.  Let's.  And ... well, will you do it front of Charlie, or watch him
feed me?  Love the thought of being watched...'

'Oh yes!'

Liam's heart raced and his dick stiffened once more at the thought.  Alfie
had shown him a picture of Charlie earlier.  As he'd said, he was dead
cute, and Alfie had raved about the smell and feel and taste of his turds.
The thought he might have two more guys to play with was fantastic.  He
couldn't wait to find out what would happen next!


* * * * *


In the event the next thing that did happen was a painful, messy, awesomely
horny session with his usual playmates.  Olly was back in dominant mood,
and he'd given Aaron a caning the week before, going a bit easy on him
since it was his first time.  It had been a classic school-style four
strokes, delivered over the seat of Aaron's tracksuit.  Aaron had loved it,
and according to Olly he'd straightened up afterwards to show off a massive
erection despite the pain, pulled his pants down and wanked off straight
away.  He wanted more, and Olly had devised a kinky game for all of them.
That Saturday afternoon Liam was sitting on the toilet at home with his own
smell hanging thickly around him and a big dump in the bowl below when Olly
rang and told him to come over.

A couple of hours later he was sitting in Olly's living room, eyeing the
cane lying across the chair in front of them.  Toby was there too, waiting
eagerly with a big hard-on in his pants.  Aaron was sitting next to him,
nervously licking his lips and shuffling in his seat, desperate for the
toilet.  He hadn't taken a dump for two days, he'd said, he'd eaten loads,
and he was struggling to hold it in.  He reached out and gulped down the
last mouthful of the strong coffee Olly had made him, just to bring it on
even more strongly.

'Now,' said Olly.  'Let's run through what's gonna happen again.'

His voice was soft but firm; the kind of voice he put on when he was in one
of his most dominant moods.  He was standing in front of them, legs apart
in a firm stance, his muscular arms very prominent.  Liam's bottom tingled
in anticipation.  Then Olly spoke again.

'Aaron.  You've got to hold in your shit for the next hour.  If you can
hold it for that long you get to shit on Liam's face.  If you can't, you're
gonna do it in your pants and I will cane you.  Hard.  And your face is the
toilet for anyone else who needs to shit.  Liam's already had to go today,
and I am going to punish him for that.  Liam, stand up.'

Liam's heart was pounding and his mouth was dry.  He hadn't been caned for
months; not since the last session he, Olly and Toby had had with Dalton.
He remembered vividly how much it had hurt then, and he was sure Olly
wouldn't go easy on him now; not with Aaron and Toby watching.  He sidled
across the room and stood before the table, uncomfortably aware of the
hard-on in his jeans and Aaron standing nearby, watching the scene in
petrified fascination.

'On your bare bottom,' Olly ordered him.  'Take down your pants and bend
over the table.'

He felt horribly vulnerable as he bent over and presented his naked bottom
for punishment.  He clenched his teeth tight, determined to take what was
coming in stoic silence.  Behind him Olly swished the cane through the air
a couple of times with a horrible shriek, and then held it across his
cheeks to establish his aim.  It was cold, and very, very hard.  He closed
his eyes as Olly slowly lifted it back.

Swish-CRACK!

It was worse than he remembered; much worse.  Olly had been working out a
lot: he was stronger than he'd been before and he swung with vicious force.
Liam clenched his teeth tight as the sound of the cane rang round the room
and the stinging pain flooded across his cheeks.  After only three or four
strokes his bottom was on fire and his eyes were watering, and it was all
he could do to stay still.  He gripped the table edge tight and squirmed as
the cane cracked down.

'Keep still!' snapped Olly.

He closed his eyes and gripped tighter as Olly raised the cane again.  It
hurt so much that he'd lost count of the strokes, and he began to yelp and
snivel softly to himself as the next couple of cracked down.  When it was
finally over he stood up stiffly, on the verge of tears as he massaged his
blazing cheeks.  He was still hard, and his dick twitched as Olly got him
to bend back over the table again so that Aaron could run his fingers over
his welts, the intense pain of which was now subsiding to a burning throb.

'Oh fuckin' hell,' Aaron said behind him.  'I really need a fuckin' shit.
I've got a turtle's-head coming out.'

'Strip,' Olly ordered him.  'Stand there.  Face away from us and put your
hands on your head.'

Aaron's face was red with shame, or excitement, or maybe both, as he
stripped to his white boxer-briefs, and the others did the same.  Liam's
bottom hurt as he went to sit down, and the stab of pain as he lowered it
onto the sofa made him wince.  Olly and Toby came and sat beside him, and
together they watched, taunting Aaron as he wriggled his hips and clenched
his arse up tight, and tried desperately to hold in his turds.  Suddenly he
screwed his face up and writhed, and Liam got a whiff of his sharp,
slightly bitter smell.  He moaned.

'Go and kneel on the table,' Olly said softly.  'Kneel down and stick your
arse out.  You'll stay there until the hour's up, or until you shit
yourself.'

A little soft fart escaped from him as he got up onto the table, and he
knelt there trembling with his arse clenched up and the tight white fabric
stretched tight across it.  A few times he closed his eyes and grunted
softly.  It was obvious he wasn't going to last much longer.  Then suddenly
his mouth fell open and he gasped, and at that moment a little lump pushed
out between his cheeks.

'Oh!  Fuck I'm going ... can't stop it ... ooh!'

His voice tailed away as he let go and began letting out a big log that
crackled loudly as it pushed the back of his pants out into a point that
grew slowly longer as he sighed with relief.  Then suddenly he farted, and
the point collapsed into a swelling, lumpy bulge.  The smell rolled out
round the room.  Liam glanced at Olly and Toby next to him, fingering their
hard-ons through their pants, and realised that without noticing he'd been
doing the same.  Aaron groaned as his crackling came to an end.  Little
brown spots of moisture were beginning to soak through.

'You dirty bastard,' said Olly harshly.  'Your shit stinks.  You
finished...?  no?  What are you?'

'I'm a dirty bastard,' said Aaron, in a small, submissive voice.  'I've
shit meself and it stinks.  Ooh ... oh Christ!'

His mouth fell open and he gasped as his bowels gave a heave he couldn't
control, and another thick turd pushed his pants out further.  He was
smellier than usual, and the sharp odour battered at Liam's brain and set
his dick pulsing.

'Oh, you smelly cunt!' he said enthusiastically.  'Go on, finish your shit
now.  Fill your pants right up.'

Aaron nodded meekly, and the heave of his cheeks showed that he was
straining.  He knelt for a minute or two, pushing and grunting, then
finished his dump in a rush of gassy farts and turds.

'I'm done,' he said quietly.  'Oh God...'

Liam reached forward, pulled out the back of his waistband and contemplated
the huge, dark-brown clod Aaron had produced, all pushed up to a point
where it had squashed between his smeared cheeks.  He let it go and stepped
back again.

'Get up,' snapped Olly.

As Aaron turned round Liam saw the splash of pre-cum at the head of his
big, hard cock.  He was shaking all over, letting out little whimpers in
his excitement.  Olly bent and picked up a pair of shorts from the floor.

'Put these on,' he said.  'Put 'em on and bend over the table.  Safety word
when you can't take any more.'

Liam's bottom still hurt, and he eyed Aaron sympathetically as he fumbled
the shorts on, bent over the table and stretched out his arms.  Even
through the shorts the big pile he'd done in his pants was very prominent.
As he lay, helplessly waiting for his first beating, Olly took off his
pants and stood behind him naked, with his hard-on jutting out like a gun,
and Toby did the same.  They came closer.  Liam too dropped his pants and
stepped out of them.  He wondered dully as Olly picked up the cane, flexed
it menacingly and then held it across Aaron's trembling bottom whether his
shit would cushion the blows at all.  Then Olly swung, with full force.

'Swish-CRACK!'

Aaron stayed still for a split second, and then he gasped in shock and pain
as he registered what had just been done to him.  He straightened up
convulsively, and his hands flew to his injured buttocks.

'Ow!  Fuck!  Fuck that hurts!'

'Yeah it will do,' said Olly sarcastically.  'One fucking stroke and you're
already moaning.  Liam had ten, and on his bare arse.  Now get back down,
hold onto the edge of the table and take it like a man.'

Aaron bent over again and gritted his teeth.  His knuckles went white as
the next stroke landed, and he moaned softly and squirmed as the pain
peaked.  Olly regarded him coolly for a few seconds as he composed himself,
then swung a third time.

'Swish-CRACK!'

Aaron yelped loudly, and then as he writhed and arched his back he farted
softly and added another turd to his pile.  He yelped louder still at the
next, and the one after that, and at the sixth stroke he cried out loud and
straightened up again, gasping his safety word.

'Enough...?'

'Yeah,' he said, clutching his messy, stinging backside.  'Oh that really
fucking hurts.'

'It's meant to.  Now, come on...'

Olly led the way through into the bathroom, with Aaron's smell following
them through the flat.  Earlier, before Aaron had arrived, he'd put a chair
ready with a plastic bag taped over the top, and Aaron's eyes widened as he
realised what was going to happen.

'Take off those shorts,' Olly told him.  'And then sit down.'

Aaron winced as he bent.  His bottom was throbbing.  He was whimpering and
shaking again as he went over to the chair and stood in front of it, and
his cock was rock hard again.  He turned to look at them with pleading
eyes.

'Yeah,' said Toby huskily.  'That's it.  Now, we wanna see you sit...'

Aaron bent slowly, reaching down to put his hands on the edges of the
chair.  He lowered himself down, wincing again, until his bulge touched the
seat and pressed more firmly against his bottom.  His eyes widened a bit
with the sensation, and a bit more pre-cum oozed through the front of his
pants.

'Sit in it.  Go on, sit in your shit.'

He pursed his lips, and lowered himself right down, making a big, filthy
squelching sound.

'Ow!  Oh!  Oh fuckin' hell!' he gasped.

He came at once.  He couldn't stop himself, he said afterwards: the feeling
as his hot, lumpy mess squashed soothingly across his sore cheeks and shot
forward to his balls was so intense that it tipped him over the edge.  He
shot so hard that cum spurted through his pants and dripped to the floor,
and he yelped out loud.  He was still shaking all over when Liam helped him
into the shower to clean up.

So it was that, when Toby said he needed a shit an hour later, it was Liam
who took in the face as the others watched and wanked.  Toby had a hangover
from a night out with his student mates, and as the need to shit built up
he began farting, with Liam kneeling right behind him, nose between his
cheeks, inhaling the hot gas Toby blasted into his face.  He was on the
verge of cumming as he lay down, and as Toby squatted across him and began
curling out a thick, smooth log he could barely contain himself.  He
whimpered into his gag and his dick bounced uncontrollably as the first
hefty turd dropped across his nose and mouth.

'Oh Toby,' breathed Olly.  'That really stinks!'

The intense smell made Liam gag.  Another big turd fell on him and covered
one lens of his goggles, and then another and another, and it began to roll
down his cheeks.  Above him Toby grunted and curled out more and more, all
slimy and hot and exquisitely foul.  He was edging constantly.  He just
managed to stop himself cumming until Toby had finished and turned around
to wank over his pile with the others, and then let go and shot all over
his unwiped bottom.




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