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Of Mouse and Man

By: Jonesmeister



I paced around my apartment, and found myself standing in front of the mirror, wondering how far I’d let Joanna go. Was I a man or a mouse? An answer came at once: put a piece of cheese on the floor and you’ll find out. I was never sure exactly what that meant, but it was a funny line from a movie I’d once seen.

She’d called me, as she did about once a week, and told me to come over. Didn’t invite me over, didn’t ask me over, just told me to come over now. I couldn’t believe sometimes that I put up with her crap. I had been so in love with her, once. 

She met me at the door, wearing just a tee-shirt. "Hey, babe," she said, walking away. "Get your glass and join me in the bedroom." 

I walked into the kitchen and retrieved the small tulip-shaped wine glass she always wanted me to use. 

She was sitting on the plush carpeted floor of her bedroom, in the open area. Next to her were the 2 throw pillows she liked, and the jar of petroleum jelly with the Q-tip sticking out of it. She was sucking on a new vibrator, brass at its base with flesh-colored plastic over the vibrating knob. The divine smell of her cunt filled the room. 

Without taking the thing out of her mouth, she patted the floor next to her. We had been through this routine before, and I began taking off my clothes. When I was naked I sat down next to her and she handed me the Q-tip with a wad of jelly on it. She watched as I carefully wiped the greasy cotton all around the inside of the wine glass, so that the inside was completely coated with a film of petroleum jelly.

"Good boy. Come on and lay down now, I can’t wait to try this bugger out," she said.

This was one of the depths to which my formerly semi-normal sex life had sunk. How I longed to just make love to her again, but she wouldn’t have it. She’d made it clear that if I didn’t want to play things her way, I could take a hike. And I should have, but I couldn’t. For one thing, I was in love with her cunt. It was a fountain, exuding a thick delicious paste when excited, and I don’t mean just a little bit. The whitish goo just drooled out of her. 

I had solid wood between my legs from the fragrance of it when I laid down next to her, resting my head in the valley between the two throw pillows.

She put the vibrator down and turned to me with the Q-tip in her hand. A fresh blob of petroleum jelly was on the cotton, and slowly and carefully, she swabbed the Q-tip over my nose. Joanna understood the humiliating nature of this process, which is probably why she took her time with it. When she had coated my nose with the jelly, she put the jar and the Q-tip down. 

"Are you ready?" 

I nodded. She rose to her knees, and then swung one leg over my face, and rested her knees down on the pillows. With her directly over me, I looked up at her cunt and could see right away that it had been busy, as usual. Her outer lips were red and swollen, her inner lips were drawn out and hanging, as through they had been recently battered. And up close, there was another smell, too. The smell of fucking. I knew it well because one of the first of many odd things she had made me do was to lick her cunt clean after we had made love. I wondered who she had fucked before I came over. None of her other boyfriends would eat her out after coming in her cunt, so she’d taken to calling me over to do it after they’d left. I didn’t even get to do that, much, any more. She mainly used my nose. 

She began to wiggle herself down lower towards my face, spreading her legs. She reached down and gently pulled her butt cheeks apart and lowered herself a little further, until the tip of my nose touched her anus. I knew at once that her asshole was fairly clean this time, and was glad for that. She had ridden my nose with a shit-covered asshole more than once. She gyrated around with tiny motions, pushing my nose further into her rectum until the outer ring of her anus was stretched around the base of my nose.

Then she turned on the vibrator and began to pleasure herself with it. My task was to remain motionless so that part of my face could be used as a butt plug while she jerked off. My reward was that I got to swallow her "drippings" as they oozed into my mouth. I wasn’t allowed to stick my tongue out, but I could keep my mouth open to receive her juices. As was often the case, the cream flowing out of her included some guy’s come, as well as her cunt paste, but I swallowed away, just the same. 

I was glad she didn’t fart, this time. She had let go some thunderous farts while my nose was up her ass in the past. She would giggle, and smile down at me and say "Oops" as though she just couldn’t control it, when in fact I could feel her pushing them out. More than once she’d pushed a chunk of shit down to my nose. 

She masturbated with the vibrator for about twenty minutes, then she was done. She rolled off me, exhausted, and then picked up the wine glass and said "You’ll have to do it. I’m too tired, now. I’ll watch, though." I was acutely disappointed because I was horny as hell by then and had been looking forward to one of her hand jobs. She gave fabulous hand jobs. But she wasn’t going to give me anything tonight. 

I stood in front of her, and spit on my fingers and began stroking my cock. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding the wine glass out toward me. I was ready to orgasm in about a minute. When I felt the sperm rising I pushed the head of my throbbing cock into the waiting container and spurted at least five times into the wine glass. She held the glass still until I had milked every drop of semen out of my cock. 

"Good job," she said, holding up the glass and swirling its contents around. Since the inside of the glass was coated with the petroleum jelly, nothing would stick to it and my sperm swirled around in a single large white blob. "A good healthy ejaculation, wouldn’t you say?" I nodded, and she handed me the glass. I brought the glass up to my lips and tipped its contents into my mouth and swallowed.

"Ok, run along now." That was it. She laid down on the bed, and turned away from me. 

I got dressed, put the jar of petroleum jelly away in the bathroom, tossed out the Q-tip, and took the wine glass back to the kitchen, where I washed and dried it and put it back in the cupboard. I was not allowed to wash or even wipe off my nose or face at her place, which meant driving back to my apartment with my face covered with her smelly paste and sometimes with her shit in my nose. 

Put a piece of cheese on the floor and you’ll find out, I kept thinking.

Of Mouse and Man Ch. 2



Chapter 2: Sperm 101

Joanna went to work on me one cold winter night back many years ago, after a party.

We’d left in separate cars but met up at one of our favorite parking spots. We both had significant others at that time and had to meet discreetly. Well in fact, she has always had several boyfriends at any one time, and I knew that and accepted it. We both knew that our relationship was mainly a sexual one.

She jumped into the front passenger seat of my car and started kissing me. Then she suddenly stopped and pulled her head back.

"You like kissing me, don’t you?"

"You know I do," I said.

"Oh, your hands are cold. Here."

She unzipped her jacket and pulled my hand inside, where it came to rest on a bare and very warm breast. Then she resumed kissing me. She put a hand on my thigh and slowly moved it higher until it was atop the bulge that my raging hard-on created. She gave it a squeeze. I was so horny by them I could hardly stand it.

"Mmmm, poor boy, you’re stiff as a pole, aren’t you. Would you like me to suck on your cock?"

"Is this a trick question?"

"You’d love it, wouldn’t you? Especially if I kept sucking until you came in my mouth. Wouldn’t that be a nice thing for me to do for you?"

"That would be a very nice thing."

"I don’t know, though…" 

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Ok, if I do a nice thing for you, would you do a nice thing for me in return?"

"Yes, I would."

"Promise?"

"You better tell me what you’re talking about, before I promise."

"Ok, I want you to kiss me. After I suck you off. That’s all, just a kiss. See, I’ve been with guys who wouldn’t kiss me for the rest of the day afterwards, like I was poisoned. Like if there was one molecule of their come somewhere in my mouth they would die from kissing me. It’s stupid, and I don’t like it. So that’s our deal for tonight. If you’ll give me a long hot kiss afterwards, I’ll suck you off real good. And yes, there will probably be a few atoms of come in my mouth, I can’t help that. Probably not enough that you’d even taste it."

I should have seen trouble on the horizon, but I agreed to the deal. In the cold air that night, her hot and wet mouth on my cock was the most wonderful sensation I think I’ve ever felt. I came like a fountain, and she sucked it right down. When I was finished, she just raised her head and looked at me. 

"Thank you." I said, taking her head in my hands and pulling her to me. I kissed her long and deep, our tongues swirling around each other. I didn’t taste any semen. 

She said "Thank you!" and we immediately made plans to see each other again soon.

Of course, the thing with Joanna was that once you opened a little crack in the wall, it would immediately spread. Bricks would fall one by one until there was no wall.

The next time we met she asked me would I please, please, always give her a kiss after she’d sucked me off, and she was delighted when I said that I would. From that moment on, she seemed to have an increased interest in sucking me off. In fact, that’s usually how our sex episodes would end, even if we had a motel room to fuck in. 

Gradually, as you can probably guess, I began to taste the come in her mouth. Sometimes there was rather a lot of it in there. I didn’t especially like it, but it was so gradual that I didn’t really mind all that much either, and it turned her on like crazy, or at least that’s how she acted. I enjoyed giving her pleasure, so if having me taste my own come excited her that much, I was willing. 

I was usually laying on my back when she sucked me off, and after she would lay down on top of me and put her lips to mine. The semen and saliva in her mouth would flow downward into my mouth in that position, and before long I realized that she wasn’t swallowing more than half my load and that her mouth had a lot of come in it when she began the kiss. During the course of these long wet kisses I would end up swallowing the come that had been in her mouth. She started calling these "come kisses" and she absolutely loved giving them to me. 

When she could see that I was going along with this whole deal, she pushed the boundary again. From then on she’d swallow very little of it. Her mouth would be full and she would continue her kisses until I had swallowed it. She also insisted on doing things that way, so I got the idea that I couldn’t see her at all any more if I wouldn’t go along. 

In a short while, she came right out with it, and began saying things like "I’ll do the sucking if you’ll do the swallowing." And it became a routine thing that I would swallow all of my semen, and then she made me eat it other ways. She’d jerk me off on her tits and have me lick them clean. We resumed having intercourse, but with the condition that if I came in her cunt, I was to eat her out afterwards and lick it clean.

Sometimes she’d make me say things, too. She’d be slowly giving one of her hand jobs, and she’d tell me things to say and would stop stoking my cock until I said them. 

"But that’s not true," I’d protest, and she’d tell me it didn’t matter if it was true, she just wanted to hear me say it.

So, I’d have to tell her that I liked eating come for her, that I thought semen was delicious, that I loved her cunt best when it was sloppy with come, etc.

Then one day we met for a quickie at our favorite motel room and I could tell as soon as I plunged my cock into her cunt that something as different. Her cunt was loose, as though stretched out, and wetter than usual. I didn’t say anything, thinking that she had probably been masturbating before I arrived. But after we’d fucked and after I’d eaten her out, she admitted that an old boyfriend had shown up at her apartment shortly before she left to meet me, and that he had been extremely horny and she had let him fuck her. 

"I didn’t have time to bathe or wipe myself or anything," she added.

This was a turning point, and I knew it. I had just eaten her out after another man had fucked her. I had licked his semen into my mouth along with mine, and swallowed it. 

"Oh, don’t look at me like that," she said. "You like my cunt when it’s sloppy and you’ve eaten plenty of come in the past, so don’t make a big deal out of it."

"Yeah, but it was my come."

"So what? Did it taste any different?

"I…I don’t know."

"Right, you couldn’t even tell the difference, could you." She took my head in her hands and kissed me and whispered "I love it so much that you eat come from my cunt." Then, she left. 

I continued sitting on the motel bed for a long time pondering what I had just done. There was only one real question to consider—would I leave her because of what she had done? She was my main outlet for sex at that time, and I decided that no, it wasn’t really that big of a deal. If it pleased her than much, what the hell.

The next time she called me, it was to thank me for eating her so well after we had fucked at the motel, and that she wanted to do it again. She had reserved the same room for the next Wednesday night and told me to meet her there at 8:00 p.m. 

When she said she wanted to do it again, I assumed she meant getting fucked twice in the same day and having me clean up the mess, and I was right. When I arrived at the agreed time and entered the room, the bed was disheveled and Joanna was laying on it naked She was disheveled, too. 

"I need your cock! Right now, hurry!" she breathed. I got my clothes off as quickly as possible and joined her on the bed. She reached for my cock and pulled me onto her, guiding me into her cunt, which was very loose and wet. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and hugged me tight the whole time we were fucking. She held her head against mine, with her mouth next to my ear, and started talking to me as we rocked up and down.

"Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I needed two cocks tonight. You don’t know how bad I needed it. I’ve been here since seven o’clock, when Mark met me here. You don’t know him. He works on the next floor up where I work. He has a real big cock, and Lord, was he horny."

I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear all the details of this, but she kept telling them.

"He wanted me to lick his cock and balls, so I did. You don’t mind, do you? I sucked on that big cock of his for a little while but I didn’t want him to come in my mouth so I told him to fuck me. It took him a while to get it in, it was so big he had to go slow at first. But then he started pumping away and he came in about five minutes. 

"Then I made us some coffee and we sat around for awhile at the table. Then I crawled under the table and began sucking his cock again. He got real, real hard. But I just stopped and sat back in my chair again and sipped my coffee. I told him I had to rest my mouth, ‘cause it was hard to suck that big thing. 

"I did that over and over till he was about crazy and then I laid down on the bed and spread my legs real wide. I rode his cock hard, baby. I reached back and grabbed his butt and pulled him into me and that’s when he started to come again, harder than the first time. I dug my fingernails into his butt and held him inside me, and I didn’t think he was ever going to stop coming. He left just five minutes before you came in."

When I shot my load in her and rolled off, she sat up and swung one leg over me, bringing her knees to rest on the bed on either side of my head. I looked up at her cunt and it was a mess. "Baby," she said, smiling down at me, "you got some serious come eating to do tonight." She reached down and slid her hand under my head and raised it until my lips touched her cunt. She held my head while I lapped the warm cream from her. I had to swallow quite a few times.

Later she did one of her slow hand jobs, and made me thank her for getting her cunt full of sperm for me to eat, and say that Mark’s semen was delicious and that I was grateful that I got to eat it when it was so fresh. She made me say I hoped I could eat more of Mark’s come in the future.

So, another brick had fallen from the wall, and soon another would go. The next time she called it was to invite me to meet her at the same room at the same time, and she told me that Mark would be there before me again.

When I arrived she was sitting at the table, naked and sweaty, smoking a cigarette. She told me to sit on the floor in front of her, which I did. She then splayed open her legs, and rested one foot up on the table. "Look at it, Baby. Mark was messier than usual tonight, but it’s not his fault. I let him fuck me several times but I wouldn’t let him come in me. Instead, I jerked him off on my cunt. Twice."

That’s what it looked like, too. Her inner lips were loose and floppy, but not creamy. But her pubic hair was matted down and glossy with semen, and her outer cunt lips were almost covered with come, some of which hadn’t congealed yet and was still white.

"You’ve licked up Mark’s come before, but always after mixing it with your own. But we’re not going to mix up the flavors tonight. I want to watch you eat me out, thoroughly, before we fuck. I think that’s best, don’t you? Not to mix the different sperms?"

I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t expected this, but I already knew I was going to go ahead and do it.

"I want you to take you time, to fully enjoy Mark’s tastes. When you put your tongue in my hole, you’ll be able to taste his cock. But first I want you to taste his come."

It took a while for me to clean her, and she kept asking me how his semen tasted, did it taste good, did it taste like mine, did I like eating it, etc. I went along, telling her that I enjoyed the taste of Mark’s come and all that, because I figured that’s what she wanted to hear.

When I had licked and sucked all around her opening and cleaned her bush, she told me to lay on the bed. Then she positioned herself over me and lowered herself until her cunt hole rested on my mouth. She told me it was time to taste Mark’s cock. She said his big cock had been in there a long time, but without coming. But his pre-come lubricant would be in there, and the oil from his skin, and the sweat from his cock, and those things would leave his flavor behind so I could still enjoy the taste of his cock. 

She liked this position, on her knees over me, because she could look down into my eyes while my tongue was inside her. Of course, I had to tell her that I could taste Mark’s cock and that it was good, even though I couldn’t actually taste anything different.

Joanna then told me that I had earned a hand job and to get on my knees in front of her chair at the table. When she sat down on the chair, her cunt was directly in front of my cock, so I knew I was going to be spurting between her legs and then licking it up. 

She made the hand job a drawn-out affair, stopping to ask me questions about Mark’s cock, to speculate on his testicles, and to make me praise the flavor of his ejaculation. She made me say that I loved to eat men’s come and that I wished I could lick Mark’s balls because they produced such delicious sperm. 

About that time she got her own apartment, though we still used the motel room sometimes because it was closer to the two places we worked. She didn’t hesitate to call me and invite me over to her apartment for the express purpose of eating her out after one of her other boyfriends had fucked her. None of her other men would lick her after a fuck, she explained, so I would have to do it. She always did me, though, too, in one way or another. Suck me off and then spit my whole load back into my open mouth, jerk me off into her cupped hand and make me lick it up. Jerk me off into a wine glass and have me drink it down.

Once she knew she could get me to eat another man’s come, she elaborated on that. One day she led me into her kitchen and sat me down at the table. She opened her freezer and withdrew a frozen condom. She had obviously jerked some guy off and then tied the condom in a knot to keep his sperm from leaking out, and then tossed it in the freezer. She held it up in front of me, then tore the condom with her fingernail and extracted a glob of frozen semen about half the size of a regular ice cube. 

She popped it into a small glass. One minute in the microwave and it was back to its liquid form. She then jerked me off into the same glass, stirred the two loads together with a swizzle stick, and then put the glass to my lips and poured it in. 

After that she didn’t bother to jerk me off into the glass before making me drink the other guy’s ejaculation, and sometimes there were two or three condoms in the freezer. 

She continued to torment me with those infernal hand jobs, teasing me and driving me crazy and making me say all kinds of things. I always had to thank her for any semen she’d saved for me in the freezer, that I loved the taste and feel of it in my mouth, that I wished there was more for me to eat, that I wished I could lick the balls of the men who had ejaculated it.

The thing that was so insidious about this whole thing was that it was so gradual. There was never one point where things leapt a long ways at once, one point where I felt like drawing a line in the sand. If she had said, out of the blue, that she wanted me to eat some other guy’s come, I would never have done it. But there I was, doing just because she wanted me to.

The most memorable time in her kitchen was when she had eight condoms in the freezer, and thawed them in a small soup bowl. Then she sat down next to me at the table, tucked a napkin into my shirt collar, and fed the thick slime to me with a soup spoon. 


She assured me the men to provided my protein snacks were healthy and had no diseases. It was just good, clean, healthy semen. 

[continued in Of Mouse and Man 3: Balls 101]



Of Mouse and Man Ch. 3



Chapter 3: Balls 101

Joanna had been seeing both Mark and me on a regular basis, frequently on the same night, as she liked having me lick her cunt clean after Mark had fucked her.

She called one night and begged me to help her fulfill a long-time fantasy, which was to be fucked by two men at the same time. It was hard to say no to her. The next time we met at the motel, Mark was there.

She introduced us and wanted to get started right away, so she asked us to get undressed and join her on the bed, which we did. Mark seemed to be a decent guy, who didn't say much. He was, like me, a little nervous to be undressing in front of another man. Although he was short and a little on the scrawny side, he did indeed have a cock that was much thicker and longer than mine. 

Joanna orchestrated our activities that night. She wanted to be mouth-fucked and cunt-fucked at the same time, and she wanted to be ass-fucked and cunt-fucked simultaneously, and we accommodated her. The only really embarrassing moments for me were when she had me lick up all the come, hers, Mark's, and mine, right in front of Mark. She even sucked him off and then brought a big mouthful of semen to me and kissed it into my mouth. I don't know what Mark thought about this. He didn't say anything, but of course I felt like a fucking low-life.

She pronounced the evening a great success, and asked us both if we'd be willing to do it another time. She had given us each two terrific orgasms, and we agreed. She set a new date, one week from that night.

The following week, when the three of us were together in the room, she said we were going to start out the night's activities with something new this time.

She asked Mark to stand in the center of the room and she got down on her knees in front of him. She then asked me to join her on the floor. When we were both on our knees in front of Mark, she reached up and undid his belt and pulled his pants and his shorts down to his ankles.

"Baby," she said to me, "I know you've talked about licking balls before, but I think it's time for you to get some experience. I consider this an important aspect of your education. The scrotum can have a strong flavor, for example when a man's been out working in the sun all day and has been sweating. Mark is fairly clean today."

She reached up and lifted the big cock and held it up. 

"Look at Mark's testicles. Look at them. They're big, aren't they. Quite a bit bigger than yours, I would say. We could measure if you want."

I stared at the hairy ball sack in front of me. They were big, all right, much bigger than mine. Measuring would not be necessary. In the cool air of the motel room, the balls hung only an inch or so in the sack, but they bulged out to the sides. They were round and full-looking, with prominent veins.

"Licking scrotum will be a new experience for you, but I know you'll enjoy it. You might have to do it a number of times to acquire the taste. Nut sacks come in all sizes and flavors, but they all have one thing in common—they enjoy being licked. So come on, now, lick these balls right now. Lick them good."

Still holding Mark's cock, she used her other hand to guide my head closer until my mouth touched them. I began to lick. They were salty, and had the flavor of skin, except about four times the intensity of the way skin usually tastes. She made me lick them all over, stopping occasionally to ask how they tasted, was I enjoying the experience, the usual questions. 

The presence of my saliva cooled his ball sack and caused the nuts to raise up closer to his body, which made it easier to lick them because they didn't move so much when I touched my tongue to them. After a while Joanne decided that was enough. The combination of her holding his cock in her hand and my licking his balls had given him a momentary erection, but Joanne paid it no attention. 

She told us it was time to visit the exercise room in the basement of the motel, which was almost never used by anyone so we should have it to ourselves. 

She led us down the stairs and through the small exercise room with its two sets of free weights and two benches and no other equipment, and into the shower room. She turned on the lone shower and then stepped into the next room, which was a small sauna. She started up the heating element in there and then returned to the shower room and began disrobing. "We're all taking a shower before our sauna," she announced.

When she was naked she adjusted the water temperature to warm water, and picked up a bar of soap from the tray. She turned to me and crooked her finger at me and said "Come here, I want you to help with the showering, ok?" She plopped the bar of soap in my hand and told me to soap up my hands. Then she stepped under the shower. I wet my hands and worked the bar of soap to build up a lather.

She stepped back from the flowing water and reached over and took one of my arms. Holding me by the forearm, she rubbed my soapy hand in a circle around her abdomen, and then up over her breasts. I had to keep my hand relaxed, to slide over her contours. She rubbed my hand over her armpits, and then down her belly again and straight down to her cunt. 

"Mmm," she said as she rubbed my soapy fingers back and forth over her cunt lips. "This feels pretty good. Mark, come here. It's your turn."

She let go of my hand and told me to put more soap on it, which I did. She led Mark under the shower for a few seconds, and went under herself to rinse the soap off her, and then stepped back with him. She reached up and took my arm again, and in a perfectly relaxed manner, as if we did this every day and it was no big thing, she put my hand on Mark's abdomen and rubbed it around his stomach, chest, and underarms. Then she let go of my hand and just said "More soap."

I again soaped up my hand and she took my arm and put against Mark's stomach and pushed it straight down to his cock. I tried to avoid intimate touching of him, other than having my hand rubbed in a slow circle around his genitals. I mean, I didn't close my fingers on his dick or anything. Joanne then turned Mark around and rubbed my hand over his hairy ass. She pried one butt cheek to the side and pushed my fingers into the crack, sliding them back and forth to soap up his asshole.

"Ok, we're almost done. Soap them up one more time."

When I had done it, she said with some anger in her voice "You did a shit job of washing Mark's cock. So you can wash it again, and without my help this time."

She stood there, hands on her hips, waiting. I took the big cock in my soapy hands.

"Wait a minute, I have an idea. Just stand there and hold it. Don't move your hands."

She then rubbed herself up against Mark and pulled his head down to kiss him. She whispered in his ear "Baby, I want you to get hard for me. I want that big cock to get hard as a rock, will you do that for me?" She snaked her hand around to his butt and wedged her fingers between his cheeks until one finger found his anus and plunged inside. She kept it in, wiggling it as she continued to kiss him passionately.

I could feel the blood pumping into his organ as it began to swell in my hands. In a minute or two he was fully erect. I had seen him erect before, of course, but didn't really appreciate how big the damn thing was till I was holding it in both hands like that. Joanne glanced down to see that it was hard and then said to me "Now wash it. Give it a good firm soaping and don't stop until I tell you."

I began rubbing my soapy hands over his cock, while Joanna continued to kiss him and work her finger in his butt hole. This wasn't washing a cock, I thought to myself, this is jacking a guy off. Sure enough after a couple of minutes Mark came in my hands with a loud moan. Joanne watched his semen spurt into the air and just said "Excellent!"

A little while later we were all sitting naked in the tiny sauna. It was quite hot in there by then, and soon rivers of perspiration were flowing down our bodies. Finally, Joanne asked me "Do you know why we came down here?"

I shook my head.

"We came down here so that Mark's ball sack could get all sweaty. A sweaty scrotum has a different and much stronger flavor than a regular one. So sit on the floor right there. Go on. Now lift up his cock and look at his balls." 

I did as she said. Mark's testicles hung loosely down about four inches from his body and were covered with sweat. The skin was redder than before and the veins even more prominent. She made me lick the sweat off his balls and it was a much stronger taste than before, as she said it would be. To make sure I got the full flavor, I had to suck his balls, too, taking them one at a time into my mouth and rubbing my tongue against them, and sucking gently on them. They were too big to get both of them in my mouth at once. Mark said nothing, and acted as though this were a normal thing to happen.

Joanne told me I had done a good job, and that my scrotal education was coming alone fine. She told me to scoot over to where she sat and lick her cunt. She then made me lick her asshole and her armpits. Her armpits tasted awful, but I had to lick them and suck on the skin and tell her they were delicious.

We then returned to the room and engaged in an evening of three-way fucking similar to the one we had done before, except she only let me come once. Later, after Mark had left, she gave me another of those infuriatingly slow handjobs of hers when she makes me say things before I can come. I had to tell her that I really enjoyed the taste of Mark's balls, and I liked licking scrotum, and that it had been fun jerking him off in the shower. 

The next time she invited me to meet her at the motel, she told me I could expect another new experience, that she was sure I'd enjoy. I asked her if Mark would be there and when she said that yes, he would, I told her I was not going to suck his dick, in case that's what she had in mind.

"Don't be silly. Where'd you get an idea like that?"

[Continued in Of Mouse and Man 4:]



Of Mouse and Man Ch. 4



Chapter 4: Ball Busting 101

Joanna had been renting a motel room where we’d meet for sex, and lately Mark would be there, too. She usually made me eat his come, as well as my own. On our last visit she had made me lick his balls, and then praise them. She had promised a new experience for this visit, but didn’t say what it would be.

When I entered the motel room Joanna had reserved for us, I was surprised to find there were five men there, besides Mark. She didn’t bother to introduce them to me. She just said they were friends of a friend of Mark’s. She didn’t tell them my name, but said them they could call me "Scrotty."

She said "Gentlemen, Scrotty will be showing you down to the exercise room. He would be very pleased if you would allow him to lick your scrotums. He has some experience licking balls, but he needs more. Make sure he does a thorough job, until your testicles are squeaky clean. I know you have not showered in several days to allow your nut sacks to ferment a little and get good and stinky, and I appreciate that. However, do not have him lick anything else, just your sacks.

"Scrotty is also bringing a bottle of cock oil. He will kneel in front of each of you, and promises to provide you with a thorough genital massage. He has some experience jacking off a man, but again he needs more. If you would be so kind, I would appreciate it if you’d just stand or sit still and allow him to masturbate you until you orgasm. His mouth will be open to receive your semen. Please make sure he swallows every drop from each of you. Do not make him do anything other than lick your balls and then hand-job you."

She turned to me and said "Don’t worry, they won’t hurt you, as long as you do what you’re supposed to do. And I’ll take good care of you after. Have fun. Oh, and be sure to thank these gentlemen as you service them." She handed me a small bottle of sex lubricating oil, of the sort one buys in an erotic gift shop. "I’ll be here. Mark and I have some fucking to do. Join us when you’re done."

Two of the men stepped forward and took hold of my arms, lifting my elbows.

"Let’s go, Scrotty," one of them said.

Later, during the usual handjob she gave me, I had to describe each ball sack to her and tell her how it tasted, describe each cock and tell her how long it had taken the men to orgasm while I stroked them, etc. 

I told her that the first guy had told me to purse my lips as though I were saying the letter "o" and to hold my mouth in that position, instead of holding my mouth wide open. When he was ready to come, he pushed forward until the head of his cock was wedged into the opening of my mouth. He then grabbed hold of both my ears to keep my head in place while he came. He said that way there would be no spillage. The other men thought that worked fairly well, so they all did it. 

She made me describe the quantity and flavor of each of their loads. What I didn’t tell her about was the insulting things they said to me during this whole process. 

I told her I didn’t like the fact that I hadn’t had any warning about the night’s activities or any choice in what I had to do, and that I had now licked enough scrotum to last me for quite a long while, thank you very much. I was very close to finally walking out on her, and she realized that and told me that she understood, and that from now on we’d get together, just the two of us. 

Anyway, she said, she had some new activities planned that only involved my testicles. 

I was glad to have her to myself again, but it turned out what she had in mind for my balls was to use me as a guinea pig to test fly her two new testicle inventions, neither one of which I enjoyed very much.

The most painful testicle experience she put me though happened when she invited me to meet her at a friend’s house. The friend was out of town and had asked her to stop by and take care of the cat and water the plants, so she figured we could use house. When I arrived she told me to look under the dining room table. 

To the underside of the big table, her small hair dryer had been duct-taped. On the floor was an electrical switch with a wooden arm attached to it. The switch was wired to a small, battery-powered aquarium pump. A plastic tube ran through the pump. One end of the tube was immersed in an ice bucket full of water and ice cubes. The tube ran from the ice bucket, through the pump, and to the underside of the table, facing the hair dryer, where the tube ended. The end of the tube was taped to the underside of the table, opposite the hair dryer. 

"What is this?"

"It’s the prototype of a home testicle exercise unit."

"Excuse me?"

"Home. Testicle. Exercise. Unit."

"This device will exercise the testicles?"

"I believe so."

"Why?"

"Listen, there are exercise machines for everything else, right? There’s a fortune to be made here. I want you to help me test it. It’s fully automatic. All you have to do is lay on the table."

"What are you going to do to my nuts?"

"Give them a workout. Just help me pull the table open."

The dining room table separated in the middle, so that an extension piece could be added to make it longer. We pulled it apart, then pushed it back until there was a gap of only two inches or so in the middle of the table. 

"Now, take off your pants and lay down on the table with your balls hanging in the open space there. Go ahead, it’s perfectly safe."

As I undressed she held up a small brass weight, which was cylindrical and flat on the bottom, with a loop at the top, through which a soft cord was threaded. 

"I’ll have to suspend this weight from your testicles, but don’t worry, it’s not very heavy."

She went into the bedroom and returned with a large mirror, which she put on the floor, propped against a chair. The mirror allowed me to look under the table to see what went on down there as I laid on top of it.

I watched as she tied the weight to my scrotum, above my balls. It wasn’t too heavy, but did tend to pull my nuts straight down. She dipped her hand into the bucket of ice water and then cupped my balls with her cold fingers, causing them to pull in toward my body, a little. She positioned the wooden arm of the electrical switch under the weight hanging from my nuts. It was about one inch below the hanging weight.

"Are you ready?"

"I guess so."

She reached under the table and turned on the hair dryer. Then she clapped her hands excitedly and sat back to watch her machine in action. The dryer was at a low setting, and simply blew warm air against the front of my balls. I watched as the warmth had the intended effect, and my nut sack stretched and my balls hung lower and lower, which meant that the weight attached to them hung lower and lower. 

When the weight had moved down enough to depress the wooden arm of the switch, the aquarium pump began to hum. In a few seconds, ice water began to flow against the back of my scrotum. The pump drew water from the ice bucket and sent it through the plastic tube until it flowed out the open end of the tube, right on to my scrotum. The cold water then flowed down over my balls. 

As soon as the cold water hit my scrotum, my balls began to contract. As they raised up to get closer to my body, they lifted the weight off of the wooden arm of the electrical switch. When the weight was no longer pressing on the wooden arm, the switch went off and the aquarium pump stopped. I was back to where I had started, with warm air blowing on my balls again. Fairly soon, they began to descend again. When they were low enough for the weight to trip the switch, the ice water began flowing again.

"See how it works? Don’t look at me that way. I’m telling you there’s a fortune to be made here."

There was a dull ache in my nuts, from the moment she had attached the weight. It grew with each cycle of the testicle machine. By the fourth time my nuts felt the ice water, it began to hurt like hell. I told her I wanted to stop the experiment.

"How can it hurt so much? Don’t be such a baby. I’ve hung much heavier weights from your nuts before." That was true. She’d done a lot of strange things to them, actually, most of them painful. She put them in a ball stretcher once and then alternately immersed them into cups of ice-cold water and then very warm water, just to see what would happen. She had jerked me off with one hand while rhythmically squeezing my balls with her other hand just to see if I could still come while my testicles hurt like hell.

"Look," I pleaded, "I don’t know WHY it hurts so much, I’m just telling you I can’t take much more of this."

She made me lay there for three more cycles until the pain was unbearable.

I gasped that I thought I was going to puke, and she finally turned the device off and untied my nuts. She was very disappointed, and angry at me, as though my wimpiness had somehow cost her a fortune. I couldn’t believe she had been serious about trying to sell the machine in the first place, but apparently she was.

I made a mistake and told her it was a completely wacky idea in the first place. I mean, did she expect men would take to the idea? I painted a picture of virile men with muscular scrotums, going to the gym and flexing their scrotal muscles in the mirror, and watching their nut sacks bulge with muscles. I couldn’t help laughing.

One thing I can tell you about Joanna—she doesn’t like to be laughed at.

After the exercise unit episode, she decided that my leaving her with my nuts hurting was an end in itself. She told me that for all the disgusting things I did, I deserved to be kicked in the balls, and after a while, I guess I believed her.

She hemmed and hawed for a long time about how to accomplish this without actually damaging my testicles. She dismissed the idea of kicking me in the nuts, even gently, or slapping or punching them, because there was too much uncertainty. They could be injured that way, and there was no way to control how painful the experience would be. 

Finally she hit upon what she considered the ideal solution. Before I left her the next time, she held up a strange looking device.

"What is that thing?"

"It’s a ball wringer. I invented it myself."

The thing she held consisted of two separate ink rollers, the kind a pressman would use to ink up a plate or stencil, much like a paint roller but much smaller and made of black rubber. The two were attached to each other by L-shaped metal brackets with adjustable bolts through them. By turning wing nuts on the bolts, the rollers could be brought closer together or separated farther apart. 

"This is how it works," she said. She unfastened one of the rollers by pulling its center axle out of the hole in which it rested. She then brought the other roller up to my crotch and gently pulled my balls over it. Then she re-fastened the second roller over my balls. My balls were then between the rollers, and it was obvious that if she pulled on the thing, the rollers would turn and my nuts would be compressed between them as they passed through.

"Of course," she said, "if I tightened these bolts down all the way, your nuts would be pressed like clothes going through a laundry wringer. They’d be flattened completely. But that’s not the idea. I want to set this at a width that is just a little smaller than the diameter of your balls, so that they have to be compressed a measured amount as they pass through the rollers. That will give your testicles the equivalent of a solid pinching, but they won’t be squashed or ruptured or anything."

She made an educated guess as to how close together to set the rollers (later she would use a micrometer and make a decision after each visit on how much space for passage my testicles had earned that day). 

"I’m not going to pull on this thing and cause you testicular pain. I want you to do it."

Then, and every time she used the device thereafter, I had to pull the thing off me, putting my nuts through the wringer while she watched. 

It’s only slightly better than being kicked in the balls, let me tell you.



Of Mouse and Man Ch. 5



Chapter 5: Anus 101

After the episode where Joanna made me lick five men's scrotums and then masturbate them into my mouth, she let up on me for awhile. Then one day she called to invite me back to the motel, for another 3-way with her and Mark. She hadn't let me fuck her for awhile, and I agreed to go, assuming I would at least get laid.

When we met that night, Joanna told me the toilet wasn't working, so if I had to piss, to use the sink in the bathroom. Something else was odd, it became apparent right away. The three-way sex relationship had changed significantly. Mark, who said very little before, took an active role.

He told me he wanted to feel my tongue on his balls again, and I was to kneel down in front of him, and to take down his pants and start licking, to get the evening started. I looked over to Joanna, and she just nodded at me and pointed toward mark with her forehead, as if to say "Well, get busy."

After I had licked his balls for awhile, he told me to undress him the rest of the way and then to undress Joanna, but to keep my own clothes on. They insisted that I take my time and to carefully hang their pants and shirts in the closet and to neatly fold their socks and underwear and put them in the small chest of drawers in the motel room.

When I was done, Joanna was laying on the bed, but Mark was still standing in the middle of the room. He ordered me to get down on my knees in front of him and to look at his cock. He told me he wanted to hear me talk about it, and compare it to my own. I looked over at Joanna again, and she was just smiling at me. 

I told him his cock was much bigger than mine, which was already obvious, and that it was beautiful. He wanted to hear more, and as I continued to talk about how wonderful his damn dick was, he started rubbing it against my face. This was very humiliating. I was not gay and I was not bisexual. I just did things that Joanna wanted me to do, and it appeared she now wanted me to do whatever Mark told me to do. She had made me lick Mark's balls, and she had made me eat his come many times. She had even made me jack him off in the shower. But I was not going to suck his dick, period. A line had to be drawn somewhere.

I felt like a complete piss-ant, down on my knees in front of another man, talking while he rubbed his cock all over my face and slapped my face back and forth with it. I had to admit to him and Joanna that any man who would put himself in such a position was a total pansy. To prove it he told me to kiss his ass, and then turned around and stood there, waiting. I leaned forward, with Joanna watching intently, and planted a kiss on his hairy behind. 

"Not there," he said. "Kiss it again."

I kissed a different part of his ass and he said "warmer, but that's still not the right spot. Keep going."

I didn't know what he hand in mind until after a few more kisses, when I realized that I was only getting "warmer" when my kisses were near his butt crack. Then I knew he was going to make me keep doing this until I kissed his asshole. I was right, and he made me pry open his cheeks and plant several loud kisses right on his anus. At least it's clean, I remember thinking. 

Then he asked Joanna to join me on the floor and announced that it was time for his blowjob, and that we were both going to give it to him. He wanted a mouth on his cock and a tongue up his asshole, and he didn't care whose mouth was in front and whose was in back.

Joanna got down in front of him and leaned around his legs. "It's up to you, Babe," she said to me. "Do you want to do the sucking or the licking?" 

I didn't in fact, want to do either one. "You suck and I'll lick" I heard myself say.

Joanna started sucking the big cock. I felt Mark's hand reach down and push my face into his butt crack. "Fuck my shithole with your tongue. Go on!"

While I licked his anus, Joanna made him hard with her mouth. She had both hands wrapped around his big cock and was stroking it up and down while she sucked, and in only a few minutes he informed us that he was nearly ready to come. 

He said that he wanted to come in my mouth, rather than Joanna's, to reward me for doing such a fine job working his shithole with my tongue. I remember wishing he'd quit calling it that. 

He told Joanna that she was to guide his cock into my mouth when he was ready. He told me that I was to receive the head of his cock into my mouth and that I was to hold it there until his orgasm was complete. I did not have to suck on it, but he would like to feel my tongue massaging the underside while it was in my mouth.

He then pushed Joanna's head back and turned around. The cock in front of my face was simply huge and harder than I ever remember seeing it. Joanna came around his legs and reached up and pulled it down towards my face. She guided my head forward until the red and throbbing tip of the thing was pressing against my mouth. "Open up, Baby," she said. I had never had a cock in my mouth before, but I remember thinking at the time, and this will tell you how fucked up my thinking was, that as long as I wasn't actually sucking on it, it was all right to go ahead and do it. I relaxed my mouth a little and Joanna pushed the fat, bulbous head of his cock past my lips. I closed my mouth over it and began to rub its underside with my tongue. 

Joanna began to stroke his cock up and down with her hand while I continued to hold the knob in my mouth. His pre-come was dribbling into my mouth. 

"No, let him do the stroking," Mark said. Joanna grabbed one of my arms and brought my hand up and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. She guided my hand up and down his cock along with hers. Then she reached down and grabbed my other hand and brought it up, too. When I had both hands around his cock and was stroking him firmly up and down, she let go of my hands and scooted around his legs and buried her face between the crack of his buttocks.

It took him less than a minute to orgasm. He told me he was about to come and not to spill any of it. I felt the big cock head in my mouth begin to twitch and then tasted his hot cream as it gushed into my mouth. I swallowed as he continued to spurt, again and again. Finally his ejaculation was complete. He told me there was a regular procedure I was to follow whenever he had an orgasm. First I was to plant a loud kiss on the shaft of his cock. Then I was to grab it firmly by the base with one hand and slide my hand up towards the head, to bring the last drop of semen to the opening. When the pearl appeared at the tip of his cock, I was to lick it off. I was then to commence to lick his entire cock, to clean it, and then lick his ball sack all the way back to, and including, his shithole.

While I did these things, he explained to me that when the three of us were together, my primary purpose was to lick anus. I was not allowed to touch Joanna, he told me, except to place my mouth on her asshole or to lick her armpits. I was not to lick her cunt unless she had to pee—then I would be allowed to lick the urine from her lips, to save paper. 

He said he had enjoyed feeling me tongue his shithole, but that I had to learn how to do it better. He said he and Joanna would give me plenty of practice licking anus until I was an expert rimmer.

I don't know why I went along with all this, but I did. I was humiliated beyond words at the time, but looking back on it, I guess I enjoyed the act of submission. You have to have be there sometime to know what I'm talking about. You have to have let someone use you like a fucking rag.

I wasn't one person in a threesome anymore, I was the servant. During their foreplay a little later that evening, I had to push my tongue up one asshole and then the other, moving back and forth between them. While they had a long, leisurely fuck, I knelt by their side and kept the middle finger of one hand wedged up one asshole and my other middle finger inside the other asshole, to provide additional stimulation, until they were finished. Then I licked them both clean.

Mark told me to make them some coffee, which I did. They sat at the little table in the motel room for about half an hour and sipped coffee, rested, and flipped through the channels on the small television. Then Joanna asked me if I thought Mark could come a third time in a single evening. I said I didn't know.

"I think it would be safe to assume that if he gets hard again, we can make him come again, don't you suppose?"

I told her I thought that was probably the case. 

"Well, let's find out. Why don't you lick Mark's cock until it's soaking wet and then stroke it with one hand while you play with his balls with the other hand. If you can get him hard, then I'll know we have more action on the way. If I know that, we can take a short break to let you have an orgasm. You'd like to come, wouldn't you?"

I told her that yes, I sure would.

"Well then, sit down right there," she said, pointing to the floor in front of Mark's chair, "and do your best."

I guess I still figured as long as I wasn't sucking on his dick, I hadn't crossed any new lines. I sat down and didn't really lick his cock again, so much as cover it with saliva and begin stroking it. It took a while, and I had to apply more saliva from time to time, but I could feel the blood pumping back into his cock and it began to swell in my hand. 

"Oh yes," she said, checking my progress from time to time. "NASA, the launch window is open," she giggled. "Ok, Baby, you can stop now. We have a go."

She stood up and took Mark's hand and had him stand up. Then she turned him toward the table and had him lean forward and put his hands on the table, and then further, resting his elbows on the table. She had him spread his legs a little ways and told me to gently push open his butt cheeks and look at his hairy asshole. She had me just stare at it for a minute or so and then told me to take off all my clothes and to rejoin her on the floor behind Mark after I was naked and had a full erection. The erection part didn't take long. I was extremely horny.

When I knelt next to her she told me to lick Mark's asshole while she watched. She wanted to see how far into his rectum my tongue would go. After I rimmed him for a few minutes she told me to get his asshole as wet as I could. When I had done that she told me to stand up. She then reached up and grabbed my cock and pulled it forward until the head of my cock was resting against Mark's anus. 

She began to rub it around in a small circle over his asshole, and explained that it was necessary to provide firm but gentle stimulation to get the anal sphincter muscle to relax. I again had to provide additional saliva to keep his asshole dripping wet. Then she pulled me forward, until the head of my cock disappeared. His anus was stretched around the base of my cock head. She told me to stay right there, not to move, and to start stroking my cock. She then just backed off a ways and watched me jerk off. "Stay right there, Baby," she kept saying, "I want you to come in his asshole for me."

I'd never come under circumstances like these, with just the head of my cock buried in an asshole, but I have to admit, it felt pretty good and I came quickly. My orgasm was powerful and I had to struggle to hold my cock in place. When I was done and pulled my mostly-limp dick out, thick white come oozed out of Mark's anus.

She pulled me down to my knees behind Mark, and reached up and spread his butt cheeks apart. "Good job. Now, tell me, doesn't that look delicious?"

I just stared at the hairy, wet hole.

"Two new rules for you. First, when we allow you to come, it will be on Mark's asshole, or else in Mark's asshole. And always, you will lick it clean again after. Now go on."

She pushed my head forward until my mouth touched the dribbling anus. "Wrap your lips around it and suck," she ordered.

I suspect my sperm had loosened some shit up in his rectum, because the some of the fluid I sucked out and swallowed had a bitter taste to it. I just downed it quickly and tried not to think about it. Joanna made me work on Mark's anus for a long time, licking, sucking, and kissing it, until she felt it had been adequately cleaned.

Later, Mark left, and Joanna and I were alone. She explained that all these things she was doing for me were to help me overcome my fears and inhibitions. They were all for my own good. She was beginning yet another of these long slow handjobs of hers as she said this. She knew she could get me to do or say just about anything when her hand was wrapped around my organ. She got me standing and walking around the room, still holding my cock and stroking it. She told me she had to help me overcome one particular fear before I could orgasm. She walked me into the bathroom and we sat down on the tiled floor.

She reminded me about times in the past when I had licked her asshole. She got me to admit that if she were to call me up to come over and lick her butt, I'd prefer that it be at least a little stinky and nasty rather than completely clean. I had to then admit that if her asshole was stinky it would probably be because she had not wiped it very well after her last dump. She told me that she purposely had not wiped it too well a few times, before having me lick it. I had to admit that I had tasted her shit before and licked it into my mouth and swallowed it, which in truth, I guess I had, at least tiny quantities of it. 

She told me that if I ever hoped to be an expert rim job man, I could have no fear of…this. Joanna raised the lid of the toilet and in the bowl, floating at the top of the water, was a single brown turd, about four inches long. 

"Whose is that?" I asked.

"Mine or Mark's. It doesn't matter."

"Joanna, please don't…"

"Don't start whining. You don't have to eat it, for chrissake, I just don't want you to be afraid of it."

"I'm not afraid of a chunk of shit!"

"Good. Because I want you to reach in there and pick it up and bring it up to your nose and smell it."

I won't go into every humiliating detail of this little adventure, but while she continued to stroke my cock she got me to pick the thing out of the water, holding it very carefully to keep it from falling apart. She made me lick it. All over. I had to prove that I wasn't bothered by it. I had to hold it and kiss it while she made me come.

I was pretty disgusted with myself after that night, and was glad when Joanna gave it a break and didn't call me for awhile. When she did, she invited me to meet her at the motel room, and I agreed because she said that Mark would not be there. She made a reference to its being the start of final anal examinations but I let it pass because I didn't know what she was talking about. I wished later that I had clarified it with her.

She was right, Mark was not there, but the five men whose scrotums she had made me lick previously were there. She had humiliated me then by introducing me as "Scrotty," and told the men I would take them down to the exercise room in the basement and lick their scrotums and then jack them off, which I had done. This time she made the same sort of introduction, not telling me any of their names but saying that I was "Bucky," an employee of the motel. It was my job, she told them, to enforce the new hygiene rule imposed by motel management. The rule required that to promote general cleanliness in the motel, all male visitors would need to have their assholes licked clean by a staff member, specifically, Bucky. 

Two of the men stepped forward and grabbed my elbows. "Let's go, Buck," one of them said. 

Every anus in that group was filthy. They must have come with shitty assholes on purpose. After I had given each of them a rim job and made him horny, one of them asked me why I was called Bucky. I said I didn't really know, and he went on to explain that he was pretty sure that Bucky was short for Bucket, and that my whole name was "Come Bucket." Anyone with that name would have a special role to play in any group activity such as this one, he explained. 

Before I was sure I knew what he was talking about, I found myself sitting on my ass on the floor of the exercise room, all five men standing in a circle around me. I was ordered to tilt my face up toward the ceiling and to hold my mouth open. They pulled out their cocks and began jacking off, and then I knew what was happening. There wasn't much I could do about it, though, except wait for them to use my mouth as a sperm depository.

I was ordered not to start swallowing until all five had ejaculated. Fortunately, that didn't take very long. It was a very large mouthful, but I eventually choked it all down. 

I felt really low down as we all tramped back up to the room. Jesus Christ, I thought to myself, how the fuck did I let myself get into these situations? The only good thing I could think was that the loads of come in my mouth had washed out the taste of their shit. This has got to be the low point of my entire life, I was thinking. 

When we got back to the room, Joanna had another surprise for me. Five more men were there. "Oh baby!" she exclaimed when we came in. "Guess what? These guys came to give the first five guys rides home. They were only it stopping in for a second, but you know the rule."

"What rule?"

"The hygiene rule about male visitors!"

Two of the new men stepped forward and grabbed me by the elbows. "Let's go downstairs, Buckster," one of them said.

Later that night, after servicing five more filthy assholes and eating five more loads of come, I told Joanna that I couldn't take any more. I just couldn't do anything more for her and still have enough self-respect to get out of bed in the morning.

"Oh, no, no," she said, "you can much more, and I'm going to prove it to you. Get dressed. We're going for a drive."

We both got in her car and she drove toward downtown, toward the railroad yards. It was kind of a seedy area. Not like a ghetto, but a poorer and more run-down part of town than we were used to. She pulled into an old filling station and handed me a five dollar bill. "Go put five bucks in the tank and ask the clerk for the key to the restroom," she told me. 

When I came out of the station with the key in my hand (it was welded to a chain that must have weighed about 15 pounds), she was waiting for me. We went into the dirty restroom together and turned on the single overhead light. There were muddy footprints all over the floor, the two sinks were crusty looking, and one of the three toilets was stopped up and nearly overflowing. The place stank.

She later explained that I created my own limits by imposing them on myself. The problem with that was that the mind tended to set easy limits to maintain a comfort level. Staying within certain limits held a person back from fully experiencing life. I was confused about that, to tell you the truth. By making me lick all the toilet seats clean, top and underside, she apparently felt she was adding something important to my life experience. The bottoms of the urinals had those white cakes in them, but she had me lick the inside walls of the urinals, after I had done the toilet seats. And I had to lick the wall in between the urinals, which did not appear to have been cleaned since the Hoover administration.

She asked me how everything had tasted, as she drove me back to my car at the motel. I told her the truth, which was that it all pretty much tasted like old piss. She then triumphantly pointed out how wrong I had been to declare that I couldn't take any more, that I couldn't sink any lower.

I made a mental note that if I ever saw Joanna again, I would not mention that I was feeling that way.



Of Mouse and Man Ch. 6



Joanna had pushed me about as far as I thought I could go.

She had made me jack off other men and swallow their loads, and lick their cocks, nut sacks, and assholes. The last time I’d been with her I complained that I just couldn’t sink any lower, at which time she dragged me to a filthy gas station restroom and made me lick the toilet seats and urinals clean, just to show me that yes, I could sink lower. 

It was enough to make me wonder if she really loved me after all. 

I was sure that the things she made me do had lowered my self esteem and sense of self worth, and was almost surprised to hear myself agree over the phone to meet her at the damn motel again, about a month after the gas station episode. I wanted to have some idea what was in store for me, and asked her if Mark would be there or these friends of his would be there. Her answer surprised me.

'Well, that’s none of your business, is it,' she said.

'What?'

'Listen, you may not have noticed this, but your status has changed a bit around me. You used to be a sex partner, but not anymore. You used to be a sexual servant, but you’re not even that anymore.'

'What am I now, then?'

'A rag.'

'Excuse me?'

'You’re a rag. A wad of toilet paper. If something repulsive needs to be wiped up, that’s what you’re good for. But never mind all that. Just be at the motel room at eight, next Friday night. And I want you good and horny so don’t come between now and then, not even once.'

'What…Wait a minute, what did you say? I’m…I’m a…'

'Shut up,' she explained.

I wasn’t sure what she had meant exactly, calling me a rag, but it didn’t sound especially good. I decided she was exaggerating. I hoped she was exaggerating. No guy wants to walk around thinking of himself as someone who could be replaced by a sponge, for chrissake.

When the night arrived and I knocked on the motel room door, I was determined to maintain some minimal standards of decency. She had already made me do every degrading thing she could think of, except suck cock. That, I had let her know, I would refuse to do, period. She opened the door and led me into the room, and I wasn’t too surprised to see Mark there. 

Mark was laying on the bed. Joanna told me to take off all my clothes and then go over to the bed and get down on my knees on the floor next to him. When I had done that she told me to take his hand and lower it to my crotch. I was made to open his fingers, lower my nuts into his hand, and then close his fingers. 

When I let go of his hand, it remained there, loosely cradling my testicles. Joanna then said to carefully unzip Mark’s pants and take out his cock and hold it in my hand.

'That’s good, Baby. Now just look at his cock. Feel it.'

Mark said nothing, just laid there, staring at the ceiling. I could feel the blood pumping into his big organ as it began to grow and stiffen as I held it. 

'Now Baby, you’ve told me that you will not suck another man’s cock, and I respect that. I think you’ve made a decision about what you will do and what you will not do, and I respect that. You’ve set clear limits, and believe me, I respect your wishes.'

His cock was now half hard.

'The problem here,' she continued, 'is that Mark doesn’t respect any of that, and he wants you to suck him off, right now. So take that big ol’ knob into your mouth and start sucking on it real hard.'

At that moment, his fingers tightened around my balls and I gasped at the sudden jolt of pain from my crotch. 

I started to speak. 'Joanna…Arghhh!' 

'He’s got you by the balls, so to speak, and I’m afraid he isn’t interested in listening to you talk when you should be sucking. He’s going to keep squeezing your nuts like that until you’ve given him a blowjob. So you better get busy.'

I can tell you, having your testicles in someone else’s hand puts severe restrictions on your range of options in any given situation. Basically, you’re going to do what ever the person holding your balls wants you to do. Not being a person who has ever enjoyed excruciating pain, I bent forward and took the fat cockhead into my mouth and began sucking on it. I started stroking his cock with both hands at the same time. I figured the sooner he came the sooner I could get my nuts back. It didn’t take Mark very long to orgasm into my sucking mouth. I swallowed his come.

After I had finished doing the thing I had sworn I would not do, and then of course, licking his balls and asshole, he let go of me and Joanna told me to get dressed because we were all going to a party. 

I didn’t know what sort of adventure Joanna had planned for my evening, but I didn’t think it mattered much. She had broken the last barrier and made me suck cock. It was a small thing, in a way, because I had already had Mark’s cock in my mouth without sucking on it, and had already eaten his sperm. But it was a major thing, too, because sucking cock was the line I had drawn in the sand. Well, so much for that.

We went in Joanna’s car, and when we pulled up in front of the old house, she told me to take off all of my clothes. She said not to worry, that I would not be the only naked person there, because it was sort of a sex party. I really did not want to do this, I told her, and then Mark said to get my fucking clothes off. 

Jesus, I thought, as I disrobed in the back of the car. This is the kinkiest thing I’d ever done. I guess I was thinking that I might at least get laid if this were a sex party. It might even be an orgy, which I had always wanted to participate in, to tell you the truth. When I was naked, Joanna handed me a pair of gardener’s knee pads. They were thick rubber, with a strap that fastened around the back of the knee. As I put them on, she reached into her purse and extracted a leather dog collar. She told me to put it on, and that my costume would then be nearly complete.

'So this is a costume party?' I asked.

'In a way. There’s a lot of role playing. You have your role to play, and I expect your full cooperation. If I don’t get it, Mark is going to give your testicles a going over that you’ll never forget, and then we’ll leave you here, without your clothes or wallet.'

'What’s my role, then?'

'You’re my dog, of course.'

With that, she snapped a long nylon leash to the dog collar, and we got out of the car and walked up to the front door of the house. Before ringing the bell, Joanna yanked down on the leash and told me to get down on my hands and knees, like a dog should be. When I was down there, she told me that I should not speak for the rest of the evening, unless asked to by one of the guests.

I had never been to a party like this one, and hope I never encounter another one like it. Just looking around at the weird people, I was reminded of that line from Dr. Strangelove, where Major Bat Guano uses the phrase 'a mutiny of preverts.' There were women dressed like men, men dressed like women, that dreadful sitar music was playing, and all manner of illegal substances were being openly enjoyed. There were probably 50 or 60 people in the old house. The whole place was dimly lit and smelled of marijuana and incense. 

No one else was naked and I felt like a complete low-life walking in on my hands and knees like a dog, and being led around on a leash. Joanna moved slowly through the groups of people at the party, and introduced me as her pet, Bowser. 

She told people that Bowser had just sucked his first cock, and that he had loved it and was eager to suck more cocks. She also told people that her pet enjoyed licking anus, licking scrotum, licking cunt, licking armpits, licking nipples, in fact licking anything that anyone wanted licked. She told people that Bowser was well-trained and would do anything he was told to do, and that he preferred doing nasty things. The nastier the better. She told everyone that Bowser would be chained up in the upstairs bathroom for most of the evening, and would be ready and eager to serve.

I did not know what was in store for me, but off hand this didn’t sound too good. It was almost as though Joanna had no respect for me as a person.

The upstairs bathroom was small, and poorly lit by a single, red light bulb. Much of the space along the walls was occupied by a bathtub on one side of the room, toilet and sink opposite that across the room, and by a radiator and clothes hamper. Because there was so little floor space in the center of the room, Joanna told me to sit in the bathtub. She tied the end of my leash to a pipe and told me that she would check on me from time to time, and that I should relax and enjoy myself. She reminded me that I was to keep the promises she had made to the guests at the party or there would be severe consequences. Then she left me there.

The bathroom door remained shut for a minute, and then opened and an overweight man about 50 years old walked in and shut the door behind him. He stood in front of the bathtub and opened his pants and lowered them to his knees. 'Blowjob.' he said, 'Lick my balls first.'

His cock was quite short, smaller than mine even, but he kept insisting that I suck it all the way in, which brought it to the back of my throat. Apparently my gag reflex caused additional stimulation and he told me liked that. He also wanted me to put saliva on my middle finger and ram it up his ass while I was sucking him off. His semen was exceedingly salty. I remember thinking, what does this fat fucker eat? 

After he came, he pulled his pants back up and checked himself by the dim light the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Then he patted me on the head, and left. He closed the door behind him and the door was not immediately reopened, which was good because I had shit on my middle finger and wanted to get it cleaned off of there as soon as possible. I hopped out of the tub and dunked my shitty finger in the toilet water and then wiped it with some toilet paper, flushed the toilet, and got back into the tub.

A few seconds later the door opened again and a hard-looking biker chick came in. She had tattoos on her arms and gold rings through both corners of her mouth. She didn’t say anything at first, but stood in front of the tub and turned around and wiggled her dirty jeans down over her butt. She wasn’t wearing panties. She leaned forward and reached back and spread open her butt cheeks. I gathered that she wanted me to lick her asshole, and as I moved close my nostrils were accosted by the most foul odor I think I have ever experienced. 

I must have made a gagging sound. 'Smells good, don’t it?' she laughed.

She had me rim her out for quite a while, as she seemed to enjoy having my tongue in her rectum. Then she straightened up and turned around. She had rings through her outer labia, and she reached down and hooked a finger into each ring and pulled her cunt wide open and thrust it forward, towards my face. 'Eat me,' she said, 'my old man won’t go near it on account of the yeast infection.'

Her pussy tasted about as bad as it smelled, but I managed to lick it to her satisfaction, without puking. I did that by not swallowing any of the rancid juice that came out of her. I just let it dribble down my chin instead. The instant she left I leapt out of the tub and ran water in the sink, cupping my hand to bring it to my mouth to rinse the disgusting taste away. I washed my chin, too. Then I got back in the tub.

The next visitor was a young Black man. He told me to relax and just sit down in the tub and stick my tongue out. He pulled out his cock. 'I just need to piss,' he said. He urinated all over me while I sat motionless in the tub. He emptied most of his bladder directly on my face and onto my outstretched tongue. 

When he had finished he told me to lean forward and wrap my lips around the tip of his wank and suck out the last few drops, so that he wouldn’t have to give it a shake. Apparently that would require too much effort on his part. After I sucked at least a spoonful of piss from his dick, he made me just sit there with his dick hanging down into my mouth, and waited until he saw me swallow the piss. 'Good job, Fido,' he said. 'If my lady deal doesn’t work out, I’ll be back later for a blowjob.' He was back later, too. Twice.

I felt extremely dirty after he was done, and his piss felt like a mild acid on my skin. Not burning my skin, but just irritating the hell out of it. Take my word, it’s one of those things you want to get rid of, in a hurry. As soon as he was out the door I turned on the water in the tub and switched it to flow out of the shower. I didn’t wait for it to get warm before getting under the flow of clean water. I grabbed a towel and just had time to mostly dry myself before the next visitor entered the small bathroom. This time when the door opened I made a point of looking into the hallway and there was a line of people waiting at the bathroom door. This was going to be a long night, I decided.

The next eight visitors were all men needing blowjobs. I lost track after that. 

I was in locked up that bathroom for about three hours, and there was a continuous line of people that whole time who needed their assholes licked clean, or needed oral sex, or who told me they had forgotten to put on deodorant and needed their armpits licked. Quite a few of them pissed on me, usually making me hold my mouth open. One guy tried to make me drink his piss, but I vomited on his pants before he was done, and after that no one told me to drink it.

Four people, three men and one woman, came into the bathroom to take a shit. Not into the toilet, but into my cupped hands. They told me to lick their assholes clean, but I used a finger to wipe away most of the shit off the anus first, and then licked it the rest of the way clean. I don’t know if they realized I was using a finger. When they left I put the shit in the toilet and flushed it, and rinsed out my mouth and washed my hands with soap at the sink, then got back into the tub. 

The visitors all waited a minute or so after one was finished before entering, so I always at least had a little time to clean up after one and before the next.

Finally, Joanna was back in the bathroom. She had not checked up on my progress, as she had promised. 'Well, Bowser! Are you having fun?' I just looked at her. 

She untied my leash. 'C’mon, Boy, we’re going downstairs. We have a special party game going on, and we need you for it.'

This 'game' was the stupidest thing I had ever heard of, and not so much a game as a way to humiliate me in front of everyone, as if I hadn’t been humiliated enough for one night. 

There were two teams of competitors, six men on a team. One team had been eating cabbage all day, the other had been eating beans all day. Both had been drinking beer during the party. Game points were earned by the number and volume of farts generated by the team members during a 1-hour period. This was determined by lighting the farts on fire and gauging the size of each flame-out. Extra points were earned by 'outstanding pyrotechnics.'

The role I played in this asinine endeavor was the 'methane translator.' I laid on the floor, on my back, in front of everyone, holding a long plastic straw in my mouth. When a competitor felt a fart coming on, he would squat over my face lower himself until my nose was up his asshole. Then he would release the fart into my nose as hard as he could. My job was to just lay there and allow the fart to flow into my nose and immediately out my mouth. The foul gas would then be expelled through the straw, where a lit candle awaited.

If you ever want to find out exactly how long an hour can be, try doing that for 60 minutes. The bean team won.

It was getting late, and some of the guests were leaving, but Joanna was as perky as ever.

'I have one more treat in store for you, Baby,' she said. 'This one is your graduation ceremony. The last hurrah, the gold ring, the grand prize. The ultimate.'

She led me by the leash to the large dining room. The table had been cleared off and was covered with sheet plastic. Two tall electric fans were positioned to blow air across the top of the table. Opposite the fans, on the other side of the table, the dining room windows were wide open. Joanna told me to take off my knee pads and to lay on the table, face up.

'Tommy,' she called into the kitchen, 'He’s ready!'

A man came out of the kitchen dressed as a painter, wearing white overalls and rubber gloves. He carried a painting tray and paint roller in one hand, and an open paint can with no label on it in the other.

Joanna looked at me, and said sternly 'This won’t hurt a bit, Baby, but you’ve got to lay still for a little while. Do you understand? Just lay there and don’t move.'

The man upended the paint can but the substance inside was too thick to flow out. Pulling a wooden slat from his pocket, he began scooping the thick stuff onto the tray. When the tray was mostly full, he picked up the roller and ran it back in forth in the tray, covering it with the gray pasty looking gunk. 

Then he put the roller on my chest and began painting me with the roller. It was then that I noticed the unpleasant smell of this thick substance. However, it wasn’t nearly as unpleasant as some of the other smells I had experienced that evening.

He painted it over my chest and abdomen, genitals, and thighs, not putting any on my sides, but only covering my top surface. Down over the top of my lower legs and feet, and then the upper surfaces of my arms, shoulders, and neck. 'Close your eyes and mouth,' he said to me, before running the filthy roller over my face.

I didn’t move, and just laid there, the entire top of my body covered with a half-inch or so layer of this malodorous paste. The man had left my nostrils open so I could breathe. I heard the fans go on then, and I didn’t hear anything else for a long time. The fans were drying this stuff on my body.

Then I heard Joanna’s voice hear my head. 'Baby, you’re probably wondering what this is all about, so let me tell you. Tommy’s cousin works at the oceanographic institute, and he got hold of two quarts of this stuff and then froze it and air-shipped it here. It’s whale shit.' 

'Yes, Baby, that’s right, with this stuff on top of you, you are now officially lower than whale shit. Congratulations!'

A little later, I was allowed to get up on my hands and knees again, on top of the table, at which time most of the dried shit fell off me in chunks on to the sheet plastic. Some of it clung to my skin, and it clung to my body hair, so I still had a certain amount on me. 

Joanna handed me a plastic bag with some sort of green garment in it and told me to get dressed. She didn’t want any whale shit in her car, she said. The garment turned out to be a disposable surgical suit, which covered me almost completely, including booties over my feet and a face mask. Only my eyes weren’t covered.

I wanted to ask her if I could shower off the shit before getting dressed, but I decided not to speak. When we got back into her car, she told me she had thrown away the clothes I had been wearing. I guess the reason for that was so that I would have to stay lower than whale shit until I got home and could wash it off. She handed me my wallet. 

On the ride back to the motel, I thought things over. It seemed obvious that Joanna didn’t really love me after all. I had done so many disgusting things just to please her, but she wasn’t pleased. Plus, she didn’t seem to care at all about my feelings. By time we got back to the motel parking lot, I had decided to tell Joanna that perhaps we should both start seeing other people, even though I knew she had been seeing Mark and didn’t hide it. I never got the chance, though.

She pulled into the parking lot and ordered me to get out of her car. She got out too, and walked around to me and looked me in the eyes. 'Listen up,' she said. 'We’re through. You’re a disgusting vermin not fit to be around human beings.' I could tell by her tone that she intended that remark as in insult. 




Of Mouse and Man Ch. 6



As if to punctuate her final statement to me, she then kicked me in the balls so hard that I saw stars exploding and spiraling downward. I was vaguely aware of my body hitting the blacktop of the parking lot, and then there was darkness.

I remember feeling my body being handled, hearing a siren somewhere off in the background, and seeing intense flashes of light. I washed into consciousness long enough to hear someone say 'What the hell is this stuff? Send it to the lab, so we know what we’re dealing with here. And goddamn it, get that reporter out of here!' 

It turned out some high school girls had walked past the motel and noticed a green thing moaning in the parking lot. They had run and called the police in near hysterics and reported that there was a strange life form, possibly a space alien, laying by the motel. The police dispatcher jokingly told the nearest patrol car to go and investigate an E.T. sighting and gave the address. 

A tabloid news reporter was also tuned in to the police radio and took off like a shot. The police arrived first and determined that it was a man in a green surgical costume who seemed to be wounded, and they called for an ambulance. Before it arrived, the reporter showed up and took several snapshots of me laying curled up on the pavement. He followed the ambulance and got another snapshot of my face after I had been cleaned up.

He stayed with the story and was going to print an article about a space alien having landed but the police covering it up, until he overheard two doctors at the hospital laughing about a patient who had arrived with whale feces all over him. 

The next thing I knew, the picture of my face and the picture of me laying in the parking lot were on the front page of tabloid newspapers all over the state under the screaming headline 'Bizarre Sea Creature Discovered!' The subtitle read 'Hormone-Crazed Fish-Man Thought to have Crawled 900 Miles from Ocean in Search of Mate!'

Jesus Christ, I thought. Joanna is like the gift that keeps on giving. I got fired from my job. My insurance company dropped me. My car was repossessed. I got a postcard from my parents informing me that I had been disowned. My best friend came over, took back a Grateful Dead tape he had given me as a gift, punched me in the mouth, and left. I got a notice from Forest Hills that my pre-paid burial plot had been sold to someone else. 

Through it all I wondered from time to time if I should call Joanna and see if we could work things out and get back together, but in the end I didn’t, because my phone was disconnected. 

At least one question had finally been answered once and for all. 

The original question. 'Am I a mouse, or a man?' 

And the final answer: No. 

In the back of my mind, I heard Joanna’s sarcastic voice. 'You’re not up to the level of a whole mouse, but you could be, like, a mouse’s asshole.'