****** The Libertine by bawdypen ******
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The Libertine


"Your bawth is ready, sir, Shall I disrobe you now?"

"Yes, Victor." The man stood with his arms out as the valet quickly brought him
to a state of nakedness. "I shall piss first. Mustn't mess up the bath water."

"Of course not, sir." He held the man's penis and directed his stream into the
porcelain container, shaking it off when he'd finished, and wiping a finger
across his pisshole from habit.

"Oh, I suppose I should eliminate also."

"As you wish, sir," Victor sighed in resignation and reached for the chamber
pot as the man straddled a wooden chair backwards... his arse hanging over the
edge. He placed the pot beneath the man's buttocks and knelt to assist the
shitting. With his fingers, he spread the man's large, well-used anus--
massaging the wrinkled skin to urge the contents out. The man pushed and
grunted obscenely but other than a few blustering farts--nothing was delivered.

"Perhaps we are too early, sir?" the valet suggested, hopefully, the foul
humors stinging his nostrils.

"I think not. I've had two large meals today... surely it is down the pike by
now. At least last evening's dinner. Can you see nothing?"

The valet inserted a finger from each hand and wrenched the hole open til it
fairly gaped, attempting to see into the man's rectum. "You smell no turd? Then
reach in there. See if you can locate it."

"Very well." Victor wet his middle finger and inserted it completely into the
man's arsehole. He wormed it around in a large circle. Finding naught, he used
a powerful force to ram further up. The man gave out nary a flinch... as used
he was to being buggered by large objects. Victor withdrew--slipping from the
grotesquely large and hanging, fleshy aperture. The whole of his anus had long
refused to reinsert itself to its proper position within the cavity. This in no
way distressed the man. Quite the contrary. He rather enjoyed it, and often
went about his daily routine with a hand down the back of his breeches,
fiddling with it.

"I do believe I felt it, sir. But tis lodged quite deeply. Perhaps in the
morning?"

"No, I wish to shit. You know how shitting pleases me. Rummage in there. Use as
many digits as you need to pull me apart so I may bolt!"

Frowning, knowing he could probably insert his entire hand and merely pull it
from its confines, Victor stood in a crouch, reached under the buttocks, and
forced in three fingers from each hand and forced the muscles to give. Grunting
and cursing, the man arched his back and lifted his legs slightly, holding onto
the back of the chair for balance. After many frustrating moments, Victor
finally felt the column of slime begin to squish along his fingers. Looking
under, he witnessed an extremely thick, long turd being expelled. With a sudden
lurch, it shot into the chamber pot.

"Ah, damn good shitting! I love it when they hurt like that! Bring it here."
The valet picked up the pot and presented it to his master. With a look of
glee, the man reached in and brought it out. He put it to his nose and savored
the aroma, nearly swooning in ecstasy. His prick was on the rise. He replaced
it, licking his fingers. "Put it aside for now. My water's getting cold. Damned
infernal bathing! I simply can't see why this is necessary every month!

"To preserve your skin, sir, and remove any parasites."

"Yes, alright. Well, lick me off and we'll get on with it."

"But, sir. You're to enter the bath..."

"Mustn't mess up the bath water," he chuckled.

The valet used his tongue to clean the man's horrid anus, at least grateful
that it was the first of the month and looking forward to the changing of the
seasons... when his olfactory senses will be impaired.

As the man settled into the tub, the valet went to fetch his wine. Upon
returning, he proceeded to scrub the man head-to-toe, paying particular
attention to his genitals. Not that the man cared any more if they were clean,
but he enjoyed being manipulated by other hands. He reached under the balls and
inserted two fingers to clean out the rectal opening. For what use, he had no
idea. T'would be dirty before long anyway. Again, it was merely for the
stimulation.

Dried and refreshed, the man lay naked upon his couch. Victor poured him more
wine.

"Now, bring me my treasure!" he ordered.

"Immediately, sir!" Victor quickly fetched the chamber pot.

"Not that way, you idiot! Put it on a plate!" Quickly re-presented, he swirled
it under his nose and stuck out his tongue. He licked from one end to the other
and back again... several times. "Now frig me! And don't lose a drop of that
precious fluid."

The prick had already risen prominently from the sniffing. Victor knelt before
the couch and grasped it, beginning to expertly masturbate it. There was no
need of spittle... the cock always leaked pre-juices profusely. He knew where
to touch, what pressure, how to twist at just the right angle... all in tandem
with what was taking place. He had to manipulate his speed in conjunction with
how much of the turd the man had yet devoured! He wished to spend upon
swallowing the last morsel, and Victor had learned to judge this sequence over
the years.

"BY DAMN, THIS IS TASTY! Definitely one of my better ones. Compliment the cook
and order her to remember this day's menu!"

"Yes, sir, I will."

Following the final bite, his screams of pleasure could be heard throughout the
house. Holding out his other palm, Victor frigged the cock onto it, collecting
the massive explosion. Squeezing out every drop, he rushed it to the man's face
and let it run into his mouth. The man loved having his own slime slither over
his tongue and down the back of his throat. He licked the palm clean.

"A lovely drink! Splendid! Better than the finest wine."

The next afternoon, the man, Lord Braffton, decided to inspect his stables. A
rare occasion, to be sure. His steed was generally brought to him, as were any
of the stable hands were it necessary to discourse with them. But it was a
bright, sunny day and the air was refreshing. He felt like a stroll. Besides,
he sensed the direction of the light breeze, and knew once he passed the
servant quarters his prick would get randy from the smell of horseshit.

The stablemen bowed and conversed with him as he strolled through the area.
Seeing an unfamiliar face, he waved the others back to their doings and picked
up his step. A strapping lad, nearly a man, was sweeping up at the far end.

"Ah, and who might this be?" he asked, smiling. "I've not seen you."

"Roger, Milord! Percy, he's me cousin. I been 'ere two weeks now."

"I see. A mighty handsome lad you are," he said, stroking his face.

"T-thank you, Milord. I'm sure."

"Yes, yes. Turn around. Let me look at you. Wonderful. Now drop your trousers."

"Milord?!"

"It's alright. Drop them right down... everything. I wish to see your arsehole.
I'll bet you have a fine one."

The boy gulped and obeyed. Not doing so was unthinkable. Bare from the waist
down, his buttocks were quickly fondled.

"Bend right over and spread yourself. Give me a nice big peek. Oh, my! Soiled
and all. That is splendid! I simply must smell that!" He crouched down and put
his face into the boy's buttocks... in full view of the others... and breathed
in the peasant boy's gamey aroma. The area was moist with sweat that greatly
enhanced the pungency.

"Oh, what a delight! I must have minutes with this exquisite scent."

The boy kept his hands back, opening himself apart, bewildered that the man
wished to smell his stink. He looked to the side and blushed profusely upon
noticing that all work had stopped and they were being openly watched. Some
grinned salaciously while others frowned their disgust at the master's lechery.
His cousin Percy had a sad look, but seemed to be idly rubbing himself. Roger
thought that a bit peculiar.

"Ah, what spice! How I wish to prolong this... but I can hold off no longer. I
must taste this delectable bum!" He kissed the cheeks, fondled them, then in a
long, swiping stroke he ran his tongue up the entire humid valley. "Divine! I
do so love the sweetness of a lad's uncleaned bottom." With ardent kisses and
lickings, he soon had the area well polished. "Hold, boy. I wish to dig in for
some cheese!" Helping by using his thumbs, he drove his tongue into the damp
interior... repeatedly... the first thing that had ever been inserted there,
for the lad had never discovered the use of a finger to enhance his frigging.
Not surprising, perhaps, since he kept it in such a state.

The master unashamedly sucked at the boy's ass. When the flavor had been
relinquished, he rose and had the boy stand and turn. He grabbed his hand and
brought it to his crotch. "See, boy? See how you incite me!" With nervous
shaking, the boy felt the master's well-stiffened member, frightened at the
enormous size and heat of it!

"Rid me of these pants, boy. Yank them down and I'll afford you a better feel."
Tempted to bolt, the lad nevertheless obeyed and undid the man's trousers,
drawing them to his ankles, afraid to look up. "Tell me, boy. Do you suck
pricks?"

"N-no, Milord! NEVER! I ain't touched one but me own... until..."

"Well, fear not. I'm in no mood for grating teeth at the moment. But I
certainly hope you can answer in the affirmative to my next query." The boy
gulped, looking at the almost demanding gleam in his eyes. "Can you shit?"

"M-Milord?!" he stammered.

"Shit, boy! Have you a lovely turd lodged in that fine bottom?"

"I... I believe so, sir. You wish to... to 'ave me shit?"

"Yes, your ambrosia is still on my lips. I want to see if the taste is in the
pudding!" he laughed. "Ah, and how fortuitous that that rascal Percy is your
cousin." He reached down and fondled the boy's cock and balls. Not stiff, but
shriveled neither. "PERCY!"

The cousin, not many years older than Roger, came bounding forward. "Yes, your
Lordship? M-may I assist you in some way?"

"Two ways, I feel. You're an accomplished sucker of pricks. You can suck mine."

"Um," he blushed, glancing at Roger, "by all means, Milord." He started to go
to his knees, but the master stopped him.

"First, pull out that thick hammer of yours. I recall many hours of pleasure
being buggered by that big thing." He jiggled his hand over the front of the
man's pants. "Why, tis hard already. I suspect not caused by my familiar
nudity. I beg no response, but methinks you might entertain thoughts of lewd
delight in the sin of incest with this pretty Roger of your blood! Well, mind
this. N'er is the taste of lust so fine and sweet as in incest. I have fucked
both my daughters, fore and aft. Mixed with sodomy, the pleasure is tenfold
with my son!"

"You wish I should bugger ye, sir?" Percy asked, flopping out a member that
made Roger's eyes open in astonishment. The balls were huge and hung down
heavily... looking very full and bloated. Percy winked at Roger and had an
almost undetectable amusement in his eyes as he removed his trousers.

"Aye, and I'll even kiss it first... perhaps even after. My prick needs
sucking. Boy, get down and frig your cousin. Make it stiff and ready to plow my
hungry arsehole!"

"Y-yes, Milord!" Roger gasped, giving away his enthusiasm.

"That's it, crouch. A good position to prepare for shitting. For I shall lick
your turd whilst he fucks me!"

Roger looked up in amazement, swallowed hard, and then quickly went to his
task. Right there, near his head, his cousin Percy was sucking the master's
large cock--bobbing his head and using his tongue beneath. Roger felt his hand
shake uncontrollably as he lifted his cousin's big sausage and held it. He
gripped tighter, instantly feeling the blood begin to pulse through the veins.
As disturbing as these sinful activities were, he couldn't help but feel power
at being able to cause such a mighty prick to stiffen at his touch. He used his
other hand to cradle the hanging ballsack as he slowly stroked the huge prick.

The man was an exhibitionist--among his other perversions--and paid no
attention to their audience. He was, however, taking keen note at the
excitement in Roger's eyes. He'd not picked this arrangement for the incestuous
intrigue of it. That was pure fortune. Percy simply had the largest cock on the
grounds, and fitted nicely into his bum.

Lord Braffton was often unscrupulous, cruelly sadistic and was not beyond rape.
But those emotions he generally vented on strangers. He loved to see a man or
boy become lascivious through his own nature. And everyone was... he knew that.
The boy was absolutely delighting in those cousinly handfuls. His expression
was plain that he'd been missing much of life's pleasures.

"Ah, now suck my balls," he told Percy with a pat on the head. A while of this
and he reached down and put his hand under Roger's squatting bottom and
fingered his anus lightly. "Ah, it protrudes nicely like that. What a waste is
an arsehole that does not pooch out. Give me one with something to suck on! By
damn, give me this one to suck on!"

He urged the cousins to their feet, taking hold of Percy's massive weapon.
"Excellent, lad. You've deft fingers for working a man's cock!"

Roger smiled. "Thank you, Milord!" Then he quickly lowered his head in
embarrassment at his outburst. Percy gripped his shoulder in a silent gesture
of agreement. The master reached out and removed the boy's tunic, leaving him
bare-chested and surprisingly hairless for his age. But then, his balls were
bare and his anus possessed only a narrow dark ring as if merely marking the
spot.

"Superb, lad. You're getting the muscles of a man while retaining the
lusciousness of youth. And the dirt and stink you've acquired in your labors
only enhances your beauty!" He lifted the boy's arm and thrust his nose into
the moist armpit, licking the dew and reveling in the masculine stench. It was
such that he did the other one, too.

Chucking the boy on the chin, he said, "Come now, Sweet Roger, and deliver me a
luscious turd with muscle! Something so hard I dare not sink my teeth into...
but perfect for a long sucking!"

With a big sweep of his arm, he cleared a small nearby table and urged the boy
to kneel upon it... even giving him his own fancy trousers to pad his knees.
Lord Braffton dressed sparsely, in contrast to the current fashion, but always
in fancy manner. He had a flair for the dramatic... if in a lewd fashion. He
knew the outrageous picture he would make with his large, ruffled cuffs and
tailcoat that would have to be lifted to bare his arse... a fancy gentleman
bent over in a stable getting skewered in the ass by a peasant's mastodon
whilst he takes a boy's turd into his mouth... and all highlighted by the
surrounding smell of horseshit! Yes, he'd look like a king wallowing in the
gutter!

"Ah, and this!" He took Percy's cock in his hand and bent down to it. He kissed
and licked the knob reverently. "By the Queen's cunt, man, your cock stinks!
Have you been fucking mares again?"

"Well, your Lordship, ceptin' for you, I've nowhere else it'll fit without a
fight!" he chuckled. The master licked it again.

"Next time, I wish to view that charming perversion."

"Any time ye wishes, your Lordship!"

"Alright, enough tomfoolery. I've an itch up my arse. Let's get it scratched,
you rascal!" He bent over, lewdly displaying his buttocks.

"Do ye wishes me to lick it fur ya, sir? Some spittle to make the way easier?
You do tends to scream at first, Milord."

"Yes, lick it while I lick this one. But not much. I want it dry. I want it to
hurt. Make me scream, but keep ramming it in there til I feel your hairy balls
on mine!"

The master lapped the boy's spread anus while Percy knelt and threw the tails
of the man's coat up onto his back. This gave him access to the man's
horrendously large anal lips. Percy was a sucker of pricks, to be sure, but he
always enjoyed licking an arsehole here and there. And the master's was so
grotesque that Percy was always fascinated by it. His prick was partially
responsible for it being in that condition and he felt proud. He ran his tongue
all around it, and pulled the rubbery lips into his mouth, giving it a good
suck before standing up to aim. "Bit of a warning, sir, so's you don't bite the
lad."

"Ready. Fill my guts, you bastard!"

One slight adjustment of cock knob to anus, and Percy grabbed the man's hips
and rammed full force--not stopping until he'd embedded all twelve inches of
his enormous prick into the man.

Lord Braffton let out a blood-curdling scream that could be heard for miles.
The horses whinnied, dogs barked, and Roger thought the man was dying... or
would surely be dead before long. He looked around and saw the expression on
the master's face. Percy had withdrawn and slammed in again. The man was
breathless and could not speak. Tears were pouring from his glazed eyes. The
only hint Roger had that the master was all right, was that he was licking his
lips and nodding!

Fully imbedded again in the man's entrails, Percy enquired silently.

"YES! YES! BY ANGELS' SMELLY BALLS, THAT WAS THE BEST YET! NOW BUGGER THE FUCK
OUT OF ME!"

Adjusting his feet wider apart, Percy began to impale the man over and over.
Every stroke was driving into his intestines beyond a point that few men alive
could bear. Every stroke ripped the guts from the man as he withdrew to his
massive knob before plunging much of the flesh back in. This, and other
activities, have given Lord Braffton his permanent pound of exterior flesh. And
Percy loves watching that flesh wrapped around his thick shaft and moving along
with it.

Now settled into a steady motion, the master was able to concentrate on Roger's
purpose. He licked, sucked, and inserted digits... all urging the boy to shit
out his young turd.

Knowing he could now, at any time, the lad decided to tease the man for a
while. Perhaps make him beg. He looked around, suddenly remembering their
audience. To his amazement, various activities were taking place. Some fellows
were frigging each other's pricks. Some were sucking pricks. And at least one
fellow was taking a prick up his bum. The visits from His Lordship seemed to be
an excuse for an all-out orgy. He'd never seen these men carry on so before.
Most of them had families and wives and here they were tonguing each other's
balls and cocks. He saw one boy younger than himself sucking on a man's
arsehole! He wondered about these things. Most seemed like good fun, while
others disgusted him and made him fearful. Especially the furious fucking
taking place behind him. He'd enjoyed playing with his cousin's big equipment,
but he couldn't imagine having that prick up his arse!

"Hold your juice, you beggar! Don't fill me with your hot jism before I get the
taste of this turd. What's the holdup, boy? I WANT SHIT IN MY MOUTH!"

Fearful he'd hesitated too long and might make the man angry, Roger bore down.
A plump, steamy turd with a heavy coating of glistening ass-juice expanded his
pink anal lips and burst into the man's mouth!

Percy had a clear view of the proceedings and thundered his prick up the man's
arsehole with a vengeance. The sight of the man with that unholy thing in his
mouth was intolerable. It was going to make his cockhead burst in short order!

Lord Braffton had the smelly thing lodged in the back of his mouth and it was
threatening to make its way down his throat! Try as he did, he was unable to
apply enough pressure to stop the expulsion. He wanted it to remain imbedded in
the boy's rectum whilst he sucked it. Alas, there seemed no hope for that now.
But Roger took a breath and the thing froze. The master eased off until he was
sure it would stay. Then he carefully held it in place.

"Do not move. Do not squeeze. Remain as you are if at all possible."

Roger attempted it... and succeeded... allowing the master to lick and play and
suck as he wished for a few moments. All activity had stopped as the others
stared at the obscene spectacle. The man was sucking on the boy's turd much as
a man would suck a prick!

"BY GOD, I SWEAR YOU'VE A FLAVOR BETTER THAN MY OWN!" he cried, putting his
lips over it once again and nursing at it.

"OOOH, YOUR LORDSHIP... I WILL SPEND!" Percy cried.

"Withdraw to only your knob and fill my guts without moving, you oaf! Can't
take the sight of a luscious turd being sucked, hunh? Well, mmmm, I can't blame
you. Next I suck this gem and my own cock will burst without touching. One more
taste will ruin me. Might there be someone who wishes a tasty load? Or will at
least frig me and feed me my sperm after? I would order this done, but I don't
wish to turn to see who is available. By gad, I need a volunteer! In short
order!"

"I will, Milord! May I drink it?"

"Yes, yes, but quickly! My mouth waters!"

The boy who had been sucking the man's arsehole quickly got below Lord Braffton
and took his cockhead into his mouth. The boy had obviously sucked pricks
before and seemed anxious for a mouthful of sperm. Things resumed as the master
began to noisily suck the juice from Roger's fat turd end. Percy let out a
long, satisfying sigh, his balls obviously being emptied and squirting into the
master's capacious cavern. The boy below was gagging on the tremendous amount
of sperm being shot into his mouth from the master's intense orgasm. But he
recovered and began to gulp rapidly... having himself a fine drink!

Roger's turd fell out--a wonder he'd been able to keep it there for so long.
Sated and grateful, the master licked his anus clean. Of course, he would have
regardless; the master has always been unable to resist a beshitted arsehole.
He was surprised when Roger turned over. "What? You did not frig yourself?" he
asked, astonished.

"N-no, Milord. W-was I supposed to?" he gushed.

Lord Braffton laughed. "Egad, boy, the whole countryside's spurting jism and
the center of attraction is unaffected!"

"Guess I was too busy shitting, Milord."

"And a magnificent one it was, my boy. Here, let me kiss that stiff prick of
yours and give you a good frigging."

He did better than that. He bent, kissed it, took it into his mouth and sucked
on it avidly. He did frig it also, but only the part that wouldn't fit in his
mouth. Roger rested back on the table on his elbows as they all watched the
master suck his large prick. They'd seen him kiss pricks before, suck on a few
knobs just a bit, but they'd never seen the gentleman drink another man's
spunk... only his own.

Speaking of his own, he stopped for a second and reached back. Percy's jism was
beginning to run profusely from his arsehole. He squeezed his anus tightly...
or as tightly was he was capable of... and took the mess he'd collected to his
mouth. He licked his fingers. "Where's the boy who sucked me so well?"

"Here, Milord! I did so enjoy that!"

"As did I, you little scamp! Wouldst you do me one more favor?"

"Certainly, Milord. Anything!"

"Fine. As I suck this randy prick, I wish for you to put your hand out and
collect what spills from my shithole. Save it for me, for I shall wish to eat
it."

"I can do that!" he rushed around and gaped at the man's hanging, raw anus. He
put his hand close, taking the opportunity to touch the gangling flesh, rub
around the moisture, and prepare for a deluge.

Once the master bent to the prick again, the floodgates opened! With both hands
the lad received the sputtering, streaked gobs of slop. Lord Braffton, also,
was collecting big gobs. Roger's prick was filling his mouth with spurt after
spurt of youthful, buttery nectar, and the man was swilling it down avidly!

When they'd finished, the boy was there proudly holding out his hands. Without
taking a second for reflection, the man immediately began to quite noisily
slurp the stew. That there were small morsels of his own shit therein hardly
mattered. It only enhanced the flavor!

Percy offered to lick the man's anus clean, and he was allowed.

Exhausted, bidding farewell, Lord Braffton left, taking the turd with him. He
fully intended to have some pleasure with it later that evening, but by the
time he'd reached the main house, less than half remained. But he did save
that, putting it out of reach and out of temptation, and rested to enjoy the
throbbing in his rectum, It had been enjoyable having Percy again. He delighted
in those little outrages with the help. Perhaps something similar in the fall.

One thing about Lord Braffton--as much as he enjoyed his pleasures, he liked
constant variety and took pains not to overdo certain ones. Or rather, certain
partners. That way he always found them a treat and rarely ever became bored
with them. This included his children. They become his partners in lust only
when the mood strikes him. He feels that a father who is constantly pawing at
his children displays bad manners. Likewise, the servants. He prefers surprise,
and finds it erotic to spring an episode upon them without warning. Such as
accosting the plump old cook whilst she is preparing dinner and demanding that
she immediately sit upon his face and give him some piss! Having drunk a
measure, he once had her piss into a tumbler and poured it into the family
soup. The unique taste was remarked upon that evening, and some suggested she
use the new recipe more often!

Sometimes he will waylay the gardener and his son and demand piss from them
both as he wishes to have it straight from the spigot! On occasion he will
summon a servant--man, woman or child--and merely observe as his valet frigs
them. Or he may frig the valet into their mouth and watch as they drink the
sperm.

He once caught a poacher on his estate, had the man trussed up and alternately
flagellated and frigged by his daughters for two days. Before releasing him, he
fucked his arsehole while the girls pissed upon his face. Having recently
entered puberty, the girls found it to be much fun and have become quite
accomplished friggers and enjoy seeing the pricks erupt. They practice their
techniques on their slightly older brother, and the master suspects that the
boy is tutoring them in prick-sucking. But not having discovered them engaged
thusly--for the boy is a rather careful rogue--he has not posted a complaint
against the randy lad. Perhaps he shall allow all three of them to start
attending the quarterly orgies he arranges with friends.

The mistress of the house holds no abiding interest for him any more--having
become bored of her--though they remain quite civil. When she expresses a
desire for licentiousness, he will send in his valet or a servant to fuck her.
Sometimes two or three, depending on how many holes she wishes to have filled
at once.

Visiting noblemen often find their tastes catered to with relish.

One such was the Duke of Norchester. During a heated discourse on the pleasures
of the anus, the different tastes of shit between the young and old, the rich
and poor, the two men fired each other up after several hours of wine and their
favorite topic. Indeed, their pricks had been stiff most of the time. When
comparing fantasies about the most erotic couplings they could conceive of,
Lord Braffton magnanimously challenged him to pick a favorite and if possible
he would supply it on the spot even if he had to use force upon his choices.

"You have been here three days, have seen most everyone on the estate, what
participants would you choose? And would you be involved as participant or
voyeur? As long as I may witness the event."

"But of course. I know my choices and my scenario, but fear you may find it
beyond that realm of possibility."

"Give it a try. What would be your pleasure, my dear friend?"

"Very well. But mind. This is fantasy. I do not wish to offend."

"Understood. Now tell. I'm dying to know your filthy attitude more fully and
what lies inside that perverted breast of yours."

"I wish to see a father shit into his son's mouth, and I shall eat that turd
from the boy's lips. Then the father will eat his son's turd. Totally devour
it!"

"Aha! A fine one, indeed. The gardener and his son, perhaps. No, I think you've
been eyeing my handsome Captain of the Guards and his young one. Just like you
to pick an innocent child, you bugger! Ah, this is delightful! Such pleasure it
would be to see that pretty little thing with his mouth full of turd!"

"We'll see if you still think so. I refer to you and your son, Edward. He's
such a darling boy... so fresh and exuberant."

"By gad, that's evil! But hold. Have you not misspoken your scenario? You have
yourself eating my venomous turd. Is it not the young ones you prefer?"

"Then this is not impossible? Splendid. No, I did not put it wrong. To see that
crapulous monstrosity of yours squeeze a pile of filth between that sweet boy's
lips would be worth the disgrace just to eat it from those same sweet lips. And
actually, I find the revulsion of it all rather stimulating. So much so, that
my scenario unnecessarily denies me the prize... which shall cause me to
agonize in envy as I watch you eat the plum whilst I sicken from the taste of
the muck from your bowels! Gawd, I shall explode thinking of it!"

The master summoned Edward, explaining what was to transpire.

"But Father, that's so disgusting! I don't have your tastes for such fun. You
will eat my turd and be quite content. But I must endure you bolting a putrid
thing into my mouth?! The stench of your hole alone will cause me to pass out!
How can you ask this of me?"

"Must I endure such insults from my own son?"

"What insult? You describe it yourself as the Devil's own putrid repository and
declare you like it thus."

"But I never said my turds were putrid... only my odorous stench. I find them
quite intoxicating. And how so that you think yours are so much milk and honey
that I should have the better of the bargain?"

"I... I..."

"Besides, you are not required to eat... merely receive for a few token
moments. Believe me, I've seen this man eat shit. He could drain a camel's
rectum in minutes! Would you not please your dear dad on this, knowing my love
for you?"

"Hmmm. Sometimes I suspect it is only my arm up your arsehole that shines your
light upon me."

"What's this?" the Duke asked. "Something you've not mentioned?"

"The boy pleasures me when I need a thorough stuffing to relieve my itch. He
knows the interior of my rectum like no one else, for he has rummaged around in
there for many years."

"Oh, how utterly refreshing!" the Duke cried. "Such a delicious perversion
between father and son. Had I only thought of it."

"As he grows, I fear his hand will become intolerable... even for me!" he
laughed.

"Edward, do you also find pleasure at doing this?" the Duke questioned.

"Oh, yes, it's terrific fun! Unless Father's hole stinks too bad, that is.
Otherwise I look forward to it. Sometimes Victor frigs me, or I frig myself."

"Your selfish father does not suck you?"

"No. This activity is a secret. He does not suck nor fuck me. That way if
Mother asks, I can answer honestly that he does not. She would not even imagine
to ask about that!" he giggled.

"Come, let me see this magic fist and arm of yours. Oh, that does intrigue me.
As you are so expert, and find such enjoyment, wouldst you do it to me?"

"Instead of receiving shit? I should be glad to, sir."

"No, I was thinking it more of a reward for allowing me to eat your father's
turd from your mouth."

"Oh. Could we... could we add something else, Father, for my agreement to do
this?"

"What might that be?"

"I want to start fucking. I want your order to go out that I may fuck anyone I
wish at any time."

"My, that's all?"

"And suck pricks! I wish to suck lots and lots of pricks!"

The men laughed uproariously.

"How's this? You express an interest in who you wish to fuck and which prick
tickles your fancy, and bring your request to me. If I find it reasonable, I
shall arrange it. And watch."

"Well, okay. I guess that'd be alright. What'll I do?"

"Come, boy, let me strip you," the Duke said.

The men stripped naked as well, and arranged the boy on the floor. Lord
Braffton straddled his bottom over his son's face. The Duke was inches away to
see every detail.

"See how bad it smells?" Edward meekly complained.

The Duke sniffed the area, rubbing his nose against the hanging mounds of
purple flesh. "Yes. You're quite right. But to men such as your father and I,
it can be an instant prick riser. See how I grow? And I find this pit as
repulsive as you do. But I've found that the totally repulsive can be as much
of an aphrodisiac as its opposite... sometimes more so. Have you ever licked at
this thing?"

"Oh, no. And I don't wish to."

"Hmmm. Perhaps you should. You might find sensations as yet undiscovered within
you."

"Best remain hidden then, I would say. I might try yours... or do you keep it
in a filthy state like Father?"

"Alas, I do. Though not nearly as pungent as this!"

"Well, maybe you'll let me suck your prick?"

"Absolutely. Oh, my prick leaks already from anticipation. Open those pretty
lips, Edward. I hunger to suck them. Let's see what foul concoction your father
has up there. We wish a turd from your dank chamber pot, sir! Deliver at will."

Edward kept his mouth open, silently, but his eyes said it all. His father was
preparing to fill his mouth, and it would be soon. The Duke shook in
excitement, knowing that no matter what was expelled it would soon be on his
lips and in his belly.

The large lips separated. There within, coming their way, was a dark gruesome
monster... nicely formed but reeking of sin! Unable to contain himself, the
Duke followed the column with his tongue, licking on it as it entered the boy's
frozen, terrified mouth.

The Duke pulled back and exalted in the sight of the man's shit in his son's
mouth. It was not a huge thing--perhaps five inches--and the previous owner was
now beside them, on his knees, frigging himself at the wanton lechery they were
committing.

The men were mesmerized and it wasn't until Edward started to groan that they
realized they were not living up to the bargain.

"Sorry, lad!" the Duke cried, immediately putting his mouth over the upthrust
end to eat it.

Eyes to eyes, the boy watched anxiously as the man ate the shit from his
reluctant mouth. He was glad for one fact. That the thing didn't taste nearly
as bad as it smelled. Not that he liked it by any stretch of the imagination,
but he could tell that those prone to perform such vile acts would probably
find his father's turds to their liking.

The Duke gorged himself on it! He was soon eating the shit right from the boy's
mouth... sucking it into his own to mash around before swallowing. If he found
it disgusting, no one could tell. Edward was rapidly pushing it out with his
tongue, feeding the man the spicy excrement he desired. The Duke sucked the
boy's tongue clean then used his own tongue to wash the lad's teeth and gums.
Then he sucked the boy's lips in a wildly passionate kiss.

Lord Braffton was silently stroking, willing himself to retain his orgasm no
matter how fiercely he desired it. How superbly perverted it was. How much he
loved his son for willingly debasing himself this way.

The Duke was beyond control. He quickly put his cock into Edward's mouth. "You
wish to suck this. Now is the best time. I shall explode soon and you shall
have something to wash down the taste!"

Eagerly, Edward sucked the man's knob, urging it to spit wonderful cleansing
liquid over his tongue. Suddenly, his mouth was full! The Duke filled it thrice
over and the boy gulped down the deliciously warm cream. His cock was
throbbingly stiff and needed release. To keep himself intact, and because he
desperately wanted to, Lord Braffton engulfed his son's penis entirely and felt
the splash of young jizz against the back of his mouth. He clamped his lips
tightly over the shaft so as not to lose any, and did not swallow. Even as his
cheeks bulged to overflowing, he persisted. There was one escape route, and
what simply was beyond the capacity of his mouth shot straight down his throat!
The boy was spewing thunderbolts into his father's mouth as his whole body
shivered and quaked. He had a mouthful of sperm mixed with shit and a prick in
his mouth. His own prick was comfortably warm, also. It was the most tremendous
sensation he'd ever experienced. No frigging had ever matched this!

Lord Braffton pulled off and swashed the juices around in his mouth, deciding
it was a most enjoyable drink. He hesitated to relinquish it, but better things
were about. He swallowed it down and quickly threw back Edward's legs and
lifted his bottom up to his mouth. He sucked salaciously at his son's arsehole,
inserting his tongue within and finding the taste. The Duke assisted by holding
the boy's legs back. He was straddled over the lad's head, and while Edward
concentrated on shitting, he also licked the Duke's free-swinging balls.

As a lark, and because he couldn't resist being so vulgar, he moved until his
arsehole was flush with the boy's mouth. Then he lowered himself slightly.
Loud, agonized sounds of lust came from the boy's mouth as he sniffed the man's
dirty anus. Probably figuring it couldn't be any worse, he began to lick the
Duke's smelly shithole, washing and tasting it. The Duke hopped into a
squatting position, allowing his crack to spread more and his hole to gape.
Sure enough, the boy soon began to dig his tongue inside and lick it out
between grunts.

Lord Braffton smelled it before he saw it. Sweet fumes of his son's young turd
wafting up to his nostrils. He attached his mouth to the gaping hole and ate
all the boy could produce! All the while, his untouched prick was spewing pinks
of spunk down the boy's raised back. It ran down into a large puddle on the
floor. With deep penetrating swipes of his tongue, the man licked out every
scrap he could get from the lad's arsehole!

Edward gasped as he was lowered onto the cooling mess beneath him. At the
Duke's suggestion, Edward relaxed. Feeling the mouth going around his softened
penis, he moaned in pleasure and pissed with welcomed relief... freely and
insistently. The Duke gulped the hot liquid down in abandon. He'd had the boy's
piss and spittle. His father had devoured his turd and swallowed his spend.
Edward had no more to give.

"Well, quite entertaining!" the Duke clapped. "The boy sucks arse with abandon
and that turd of yours was just as awful as I'd expected!"

"IT WAS NOT!" Edward gushed, suddenly blushing and hanging his head.

"You found it pleasant, son?"

"No, but... it weren't awful, either. W-was mine?"

"My boy, I've eaten many turds in my time... from the arseholes of beggars and
princes. None ever did I enjoy as much as that one!"

Edward smiled, glad that it had pleased his father. He was also looking forward
to the new freedom he'd been promised. He already had the pricks in mind that
he intended to pursue. He also decided to add arse licking into his repertoire,
having found licking the Duke's not a bad prospect at all! He rested back
watching the Duke avidly clean his father's arsehole with his tongue.

His hand and arm would be put to good use the next day.

The Duke stared, keenly interested, as Edward used some lard from the kitchen
to slick his hand and arm. Lord Braffton was upon his back on the couch... his
legs pulled back and his arsehole lewdly exposed. Edward used his fingertips to
spread the grease as he played with the disgusting, but intolerably exciting
hanging purple flesh. He kneaded the mound, squeezing and pulling at it,
spreading it open to show the pink insides, then began to insert fingers in and
out. The well-used hole could easily accommodate four fingers without so much
as a lick for lubricant, but Edward enjoyed teasing it, beginning with a
solitary digit as if the thing were nearly virgin.

Here and there the Duke would fondle the man's prick and balls, even licking at
something on occasion. But mostly this game held his attention. Not more than
minutes and the hand had disappeared! Not even the boy's wrist was visible as
he turned and skewered it into the huge opening, causing his father to gasp in
pleasure and writhe from the delicious pain he felt... minor for him as it was.

"Tell me, boy," the Duke questioned him, "at times when you do this does he
have a turd within? If so, what do you do?"

"Well, I wouldn't care to do it on the outside, but in there I do greatly enjoy
playing with it. I rub around it a while then snatch it and bring it down so I
can mash it between my fingers. It's great fun!"

"And your hand when you pull it from that gash in such a mess? Do you smell or
lick it?"

"NO! Absolutely I do not! I hold it away until father has cleaned it off. I
can't bear to even see it!"

"And does he wipe with a cloth or use his tongue?"

"A cloth, sir. But I've felt him sneak a wet tongue upon it before."

"No doubt, knowing how your father enjoys his own and has since only a youth
like yourself. But come, do you think you can maneuver us both at the same
time? I am feverish to try that. Take care, though, for while I take large
pricks with eagerness, your wrist is thicker than any I've had up there and may
need some gentle coaxing."

"You will find it incomparable, I promise!" Lord Braffton sighed. "And take
your time to relax. Feel no need to hurry on my account, for I've had this
lodged up there for hours at a time... sometimes spending a dozen times!"

"A DOZEN! IS THAT POSSIBLE?!" the Duke cried, astonished.

"It is under this stimulation. Grease the boy's hand yourself as his other one
is presently engaged and giving me intensely warm delights! Perhaps I'll have
him do this at the orgies whilst I suck every prick in the room and lick
arseholes!"

The Duke had him larded up... perhaps more than necessary due to his slight
apprehension. Edward leaned down and gave the Duke's bunghole several quick
licks before applying his fingers. He smiled, mostly to himself about finding
this activity more pleasing each time.

Fingers to the knuckles were a fairly easy accomplishment, and the Duke felt so
confident that he urged the boy to press harder. The men were handling their
stiff erections, arranged so they could witness the other's penetration... it
being such an erotic sight to behold!

Edward worked the anus loose, then catching the Duke taking a deep, relaxing
breath, he quickly snapped his wrist inside.

The surprise worked, but still the Duke screamed out in agony as Edward held
still and allowed him to calm down. The Duke demanded it be pulled from his
arse, but after the first slight movement, he realized it would be best kept as
it were. He certainly didn't want a repeat of that so soon ! But used to being
pummelled and battered as an old whore's cunt, his expanded prick-grasper
quickly tingled as it snapped around the boy's wrist. The Duke commented on it,
ready to enjoy now.

Young Edward, knowing he had the two most capacious and greedy rectums for
hundreds of miles at his mercy, began to twist his wrists as if operating an
apparatus with large knobs. Working back and forth, he loved the feel of the
soft, mushy tissue in there as he felt around. Stretching his fingers, he
plunged in! The one in his father's ass going deeper without obstruction. The
Duke took a bit more caution, but he was soon taking it to the same depth.
Edward could feel the curve of each man and wormed his fingers right up the
shit canal itself and flittered them around!

Without more than a sigh, Lord Braffton aimed his prick down at Edward and
squirted cockjuice over his chest in powerful streams! The boy let up only
slightly while the man recovered, his prick losing not a bit of stiffness. He
concentrated on the Duke. He knew exactly where to press... where to tickle...
to bring a man off.

With heavy breathing and incoherent blatherings, the Duke stared wide-eyed as
his prickhead exploded, untouched, shooting thick globs of spend over his chest
and face!

As the gentle manipulations continued, Lord Braffton yelled out for Victor to
bring them some wine. Holding a tray, the valet served the wine then stood
there openly viewing the spectacle of Edward's hands lodged up the men's
bottoms.

"Is your valet always so rude?" the Duke asked, just a trace of embarrassment
in his voice at being so seen. Victor ignored him.

"Have no shame with him, my dear Duke. He's loyal, obeys without question, and
assists me in my most filthiest of endeavors without judgment or complaint.
Amazing, since he's not a lover of pricks. If you care to drain his balls or
taste of his arse, just speak up."

"Uh, perhaps some other time. My mind can think of nothing but this rammer up
my ass!" Victor was dismissed for the moment. The noblemen gulped from their
tankards after saluting each other's flair for perversion. Lord Braffton
suggested they place their heels upon the couch to relax their legs before
resuming. Still hard-pricked, the Duke asked why they should wait. Lord
Braffton said it would be wise, considering what the next installment will be.

Edward messed about, gently stroking the silky interiors. He was lost in a
reverie of his own. He had a mighty cockstand, which had to be ignored for the
moment. He didn't mind. He loved just having it drip juices from his pisshole
to run down his shaft and over his balls.

Leaning forward to make sure Edward's arms were well prepared, Lord Braffton
suggested they move themselves comfortably onto their knees and thrust their
bottoms back. Thus arranged, after much maneuvering to keep the arms from being
removed, the master gave the signal to Edward.

Slowly at first, then working up speed, the boy began serious fucking. He dug
deeper and withdrew to his wrist. First one man, then the other, until he was
able to work them in tandem... impaling the one while withdrawing from the
other. Faster and faster, each time going deeper, until he was fucking both men
halfway to his elbow! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! One and the other as he listened to
the little boy squeals and cries of exquisite pain and pleasure from the grown
men totally at his mercy.

It took a deliciously long time. So intense were the sensations that the men
hardly thought of their cocks. Indeed they had softened somewhat and hung
bloated between their legs. Tiring, Edward began to twist at the same time he
plunged, withdrawing even more so that the anus was being stretched incredibly.
He kept this up until each man's unstiffened cock poured unendingly as their
balls drained completely. Judging the right moment from the fluctuations of the
anus, he yanked his hands free! That always caused another huge gusher at their
climax!

Declaring it to be a splendid ritual, the Duke decided on the spot that he
would train his youngest son to service him thus. "He's a mere nine years and
rather frail, but a lusty lad with the sweetest of turds. He's just begun to
suck pricks but already displays a flair for it more impressive than his older
brothers."

"So this fantasy of yours with father and son shitting is based on some fact,
you lecher! I should have known," he laughed.

Several days later, Lord Braffton's mind turned to the remembrance of the
stable boy, Roger. Getting a cockstand, he sent for the boy. He sat naked from
the waist down, covered only by his shirttails as the boy was ushered in by
Victor.

"Methinks you enjoyed yourself the other day. Am I mistaken?"

"No, Milord. It did rather excite me being so brash and doing things I'd never
done before," He blushed slightly.

"And have you and that cousin of yours been fiddling around since?"

"Just a bit of frigging, Milord. He... he said to hold off because you might
want to... to see me again. And that I should have something virgin to offer
since it pleases your lechery."

"Ah, thoughtful of him. Though I said nothing, he knew it would displease me
had he or any others taken all the treasures from you."

"Treasures, Milord? You mean like bustin' me cherries?"

"Exactly. You have frigged and felt pricks and nuts but not sucked one,
correct?" Lord Braffton lifted his shirttails, exposing his genitals in a lurid
state of excitement. Roger stared aghast. "Does my prick excite you?"

"I... I'm not sure, Milord. I do believe it does... perhaps."

"Strip. I wish to see you naked. Boots and all. Have you ever had a man lick
your filthy toes?" The boy shook his head as he disrobed. "Just a thought.
Perhaps I'll sniff them later. Move your clothing back away. I don't wish the
smell of horseshit to interfere. Is that movement in your prick I see?"

"It is rising, Milord," he gulped, shyly covering himself, but thinking that
not wise as he stood before the master. With a grin, Lord Braffton leaned
forward and watched the blood pulse into the organ until it was an eager, stiff
bone. Then he scooted his bottom down a bit and spread his legs apart,
beckoning the boy to kneel between them. As if he felt it was expected of him,
the lad reached out for it. But the master denied him, silently saying to wait
for orders.

"Things can be done by rote, or habit, or force. But an expert sucker of pricks
is one who hungers for it! True enough that I'm obliging you to do this, but
let's see if we can tap a hidden lust for it."

"Is... is that necessary, sir? I've never done it, and don't feel I'm inclined
that way. I'll gladly do it to Your Lordship if you wish, and promise no
complaint on my part. But I'm scared that such a passion bein' stirred up might
'ave me doin' it right and left, and leave me plans for a wife an' little ones
out in the cold."

"Nonsense! Look at me. Have I not a family, yet freely indulge in the pleasures
between a man's legs?"

"Y-yes sir, but..."

"A man needs a diversion for his lusts when that cunt spills its monthly
mess... or when carrying a child. That's the time for pricks, boy! Though I
confess would she only allow it, I'd suck a randy prick whilst I fuck her twat,
and delight in watching her suck them! Damned whore is ignorant of most
pleasures. Regardless, let's on with it."

"As you w-wish, Milord."

"The first delight of a man's prick comes from the balls. They put out the
scent that entices. Come, put your hands behind your back and push your nose up
to them. That's it. Now nestle right in there and sniff freely. Deeper, breathe
deeper. Put the thought of them being offensive from your mind. I've left them
quite gamey on purpose. Learning to love them in this state from the start,
you'll be able to lick any man's balls with relish! Keep sniffing and think
about what causes that stink. Good sweat and juices that seep from the
ballsack. I simply allow it all to accumulate into a powerful, seasoned aroma
that stings the nostrils but stiffens a prick! Rub your nose around. Get right
up there between my leg and my sack... right where it's moist and the smell is
strongest. Now the other side. Ah, isn't that delightful? I can smell them from
here. Now rest back and study them. See how they hang? Notice how that wrinkled
sack has an ugly beauty of its own? How sensuously they bounce? Imagine the
sweet juice they contain and what you can do to cause that cream to spurt from
a cockhead into your mouth."

Roger stared, trying to grasp the man's meaning. He could admire them for
looks, he'd always been intrigued at seeing a fella's nuts. But the stink was
something he wasn't so sure about. Maybe half that, as he did catch a pleasant
whiff now and then. Lord Braffton allowed him to use his hands to knead and
fondle them, lifting them up so he could cradle and bounce them. Roger enjoyed
that since the man had such large balls. Yes, they were splendid, he admitted
to himself. If only they were cleaner. Lord Braffton soon took care of that
detail.

"Now lick 'em! Lap your tongue over them and wash 'em off! Put one in your
mouth and give it a little suck. See what a man's dirty balls taste like, and
how his nuts feel between your lips. Aye, I said 'dirty' balls. Lickin' the
sweat and crud from a fellow's balls is a dirty deed. So's sucking a prick and
licking a bung. Dirty pleasures they all are. That's why the dirtier and
smellier things are, the greater lust attained. Purity is such a bore. Lick 'em
all over and run your tongue up those moist valleys where it smells best!"

Roger washed the man's knockers, lingering as he thought about those moist
valleys. That would be the most powerful. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the
balls aside and licked him there, dragging his tongue and collecting the dewy
grime. The taste was bitter, but he found the return to that area stimulating,
finding the smell rather exciting now that he was familiar with it. Almost
eagerly, he went to the other side and licked up and down there, almost sorry
that he was licking the aroma away. Perhaps there was something to this. He did
feel rather wicked and his cock still raged. He'd even enjoyed having the man's
testicles in his mouth and rolling them around. He felt debased, yet tingled at
feeling subjugated like this.

Lord Braffton carefully lifted his heels onto the couch as the boy licked the
back of his ballsack. He grinned and asked, "Do you catch the newness, my boy?"

"Y-yes... Milord," he quietly acknowledged

"And what is it?"

"The smell of your arse, sir!"

"You didn't pull away?"

"I figgered you din' want me to."

"I don't. Here," he pulled his knees back, "sniff right at my hole and tell me
your reaction."

Tentative, not wishing to do this... especially after seeing the horrid thing
for the first time... Roger put his nose up close to the master's hanging anus
and smelled it, trying not to retch.

"What do you smell there, boy?"

"Y-your shit, Milord! Lots of it!" he gasped.

"Smell it again." Six times he had the boy go down to the hole and sniff it up.
He even reached his hands down and spread it apart for the lad. That loosened a
stench that nearly caused the boy to swoon... and just when he was beginning to
mind it less.

"Would you lick that gash if I asked?"

"Asked, Milord? Nay. That's a request I could never fulfill!"

"And if I ordered you?"

"Ah, then I should lick it clean... as deeply as you demand," he said, hanging
his head before the tears in his eyes were apparent.

Lord Braffton patted his head. "Then what thoughts do you harbor at this time
to satisfy me?"

"OH, TO SUCK YOUR PRICK, YOUR LORDSHIP!" he cried.

The man laughed uproariously. "See? A prick seems not so frightful now, right?
Even a delightful prospect in comparison?"

"Oh, yes, Milord! I fairly crave it, now. Mostly in gratitude, I admit, but I'm
sure I'll find it much more to my liking."

"You will, boy. Just allow yourself to. Give in to the sensations of having a
sturdy prick in your mouth. Feel the power you possess to make it flinch and
throb, to reduce a man to quivering jelly just by the use of your mouth and
lips. Enjoy the satiny texture of that fat cock knob as you suck and lick it,
and the challenge to see how far you can take the stiff shaft down your throat.
Allow yourself to find that a prick in your mouth is one of life's greatest
pleasures, and to drink a man's spurting cockjuice is a tasty honor and
tribute."

"Now, Milord?" Roger asked, eagerly.

"Now, but come straddle me. I wish to suck your prick and balls also... and
lick your arsehole."

Admiring Roger's cockstand, Lord Braffton grabbed it as the boy came over him.
Still, he went straight for the boy's arse and licked aplenty before sucking
his balls and taking the prick into his mouth. Roger was avidly sucking his
large member, enjoying the taste and feel of his first prick. The man's words
had excited him and he attempted to savor each facet the man had mentioned. The
master had a fine prick, but the boy was thinking about--and looking forward
to--sucking Percy's prick.

Both became overly excited in short order. Roger because he held his first
prick in his mouth... Lord Braffton because he was fucking an eager, virgin
mouth and was anxious to spurt his wad therein. He held off until he felt
Roger's prick begin to squirt onto his tongue, then he released his own...
sending gushes into his gulping throat! He knew that would be the best chance
to have the lad drink it down willingly. And that's exactly what happened. In
the throes of his orgasm, Roger gladly swallowed all the man's spend he could
accomplish. He'd been a fine pupil, and Lord Braffton would use the boy in the
future.

Lord Braffton's orgies were peopled with the most lascivious individuals he'd
encountered over the years. Noblemen and women interspersed with licentious
servants, courtesans and even common whores and derelicts. Anyone that whetted
the sexual appetites of him and his friends. Clothing was sparse and genitals
often hung out freely.

This was to be young Edward's first orgy, and he was free to indulge as he
pleased. Lady Braffton would surely have complained had she known of this. The
deflowering of her daughters had incensed her enough.

Victor was also there to serve refreshments, assist and frig. At these times
his prick was available for sucking... as was his anus. He generally fucks
several cunts during the evening, when not being abused by his master in the
capacity of licking his beshitted ass or drinking his piss.

There was much pissing at these affairs... in cups or mouths, by and for men
and women. Shitting and turd-licking were also indulged in, in full view of the
assemblage. Needless to say, Lord Braffton was a main participant in these
debaucheries, but there were many others that shared this particular
debasement.

Lady Grantly--a true lover of both pricks and cunts--enjoys being upended and
have a man shit a turd into her capacious cunt. After seeing this being done,
she has a whore sit on her face. She licks the whore's cunt and ass then has
her shit into her mouth whilst the whore eats the man's turd from her cunt. She
does not eat the whore's turd, but has her cunt fucked and the whore's ass
fucked above her face. She licks the prick during this and cleans the shit from
it after withdrawal whilst the man sucks his spend from the whore's arsehole!
Often, she'll then have the whore piss in her mouth.

Louis de Ville, the French ambassador, often attends. With tastes similar to
the master's, he enjoys being buggered by large pricks as he witnesses the
shitting of noblewomen and licks their turds. He once brought along a derelict
with a huge member precisely for the operation of buggering him and eating a
turd from his mouth at the same time. The poor big-pricked rogue had no taste
for shit but knew he'd be paid handsomely for this horrid humiliation. Half the
turd was eaten just out of hunger.

Edward, nearly naked save for a sheer gown, roamed around viewing the cunts and
arses being fucked, the pricks and twats being sucked, and showed off his own
delights as his stiff prick tented the material. He was fondled and his
genitals were constantly being kissed and licked and smelled... for he'd been
told to remain unwashed for several days beforehand. Indeed, his arsehole alone
was a source of delight for many participants. They passed him around, sniffing
at his beshitted bung, none wanting yet to lick his youthful aroma away. He
enjoyed their attentions and sucked many pricks himself. A few other young boys
were brought to the orgy and Edward sucked their pricks. One youngster was so
pretty, he turned him around and sucked on his hairless arsehole, finding the
taste and smell much better than his father's!

Edward noticed that pricks withdrawn from cunts and arseholes were sucked by
someone... regardless of its condition. Perhaps not immediately, but a man
walking around with an obvious coating of shit on his prick would soon find
someone eager to give it a thorough cleaning, not knowing or caring from whence
it came! While others were repulsed, those who enjoyed licking a shitty prick
seldom cared about its origin.

One tall, extremely thin man--a servant of the Duke's--enjoyed buggering an
arse until his member was well coated. Then, without spending, he would
withdraw it and retire to a nearby alcove and proceed to bend over and suck it
himself! Several times he did this... each time from a different arse... until
he'd tasted many flavors. Then he would release his spend down his own throat,
able to take most of his prick! After a short rest, he would then drink his own
piss the same way.

The Duke was hawking Edward's talent at fist-fucking to the group but none
wished to venture that far until a whore decided it would be a lark to have the
boy put his hand up her cunt. Edward obliged, after being coaxed by the Duke.
He found it interesting, but mostly rather distasteful because the woman's cunt
reeked.

Edward spied his father in a corner with several men. One by one they each
squatted and shit onto the floor to the others' amusement. Some rather large
turds were expelled, and each man would crawl over and sniff it. This done,
Victor put each turd onto a plate. Then he blindfolded a man and held one of
the turds to his face to be smelled and licked. The man tried to guess whose
turd he was tasting! Much boisterous laughter was the result. Then they
proceeded to lick each other's anuses clean, suck pricks, and indulge in
sodomy... some while eating from the plates! Edward noticed that in this group
his father's hanging anus was a particular favorite. These men fully
appreciated its distended condition and loved to mash their faces into it. He
also noticed that the plate holding his father's turd was the first to come up
empty! Several of the men had eaten from it. Edward absently licked his lips--
that taste coming back to him. He felt a sudden urge to run over and suck at
his father's ass, but withheld, knowing he would have to push others away.

Eventually it was free. But when Edward rushed over, instead of kneeling to
lick at it, he thrust his prick inside and began to fuck his father! The other
men laughed, but Lord Braffton knew only that a prick was in him and encouraged
his fucker.

"Not very large, but definitely enthusiastic!" he cried, taking his mouth away
from the man's prick he'd been sucking and squirming his bottom back. Perplexed
at the laughter, he finally looked back over his shoulder to find his son
there--plunging rapidly into his gut! He got a slight grin on his face.

"How now! What's this? Of all available you wish to bugger your own father?
That's my boy... give me your virginity!"

A middle-aged Duchess, getting fucked by her young servant not far away, was
watching the proceedings.

"Oh, darling, you can fuck me any time. Go put your prick in the boy's mouth...
I'd love to see him suck you!"

Obediently, the young man pulled his cock out and got up. He went over and
straddled Lord Braffton's back and presented his stiff prick to Edward. The boy
went for it eagerly, recognizing the cunty taste from the times he'd licked his
sisters' young juicy twats... although this was much stronger and stinkier. It
was his fourth prick of the evening, and he sucked it voraciously while keeping
up his hip movements. Some man was underneath, licking his balls and prick
whilst he fucked his father. The man didn't mind the streaks of shit being
drawn from the man's anus.

The Duchess crawled over and blatantly reached up thrust a moist finger into
her servant's arsehole, causing him to spurt into Edward's mouth. Edward gulped
it down hungrily and spent in his father's quivering rectum. The man who'd been
licking his balls took Edward's prick into his mouth and cleaned it thoroughly.
The Duchess laughed with amusement and licked her finger... delighting in the
taste of her young servant's bunghole. She'd suck it for him before the evening
was over.

The Duke of Norchester was fucking one of the younger lads while a whore sat on
the boy's face. The boy was licking her cunt while jamming a finger up her
shithole. Edward noticed that the boy was taking the large prick with ease.
Obviously he'd had much practice at this. It made him wonder what a prick would
be like up his own bum. Perhaps soon.

The mother of the boy being fucked was nearby--herself being fucked by large
pricks in her cunt and arsehole. She reached over and began to frig her son's
stiff little cock, remembering how delicious it feels squirting into her mouth
when she sucks him. Her brother, the boy's uncle, was the first the take the
boy's ass pucilage. It hurt immensely at first, but by the third time, the lad
was riding it with glee. His uncle taught him how to suck a prick and eat a
pussy--his mother's. The woman sucked on their pricks and the uncle sucked the
boy also.

Another lad, too young to spend, licked pricks and had his bottom hole sucked
by many. Indeed, his virgin bottom was the treat of the orgy because he was
going to be fucked for his first time. But first, he was to deliver a turd, and
the Bishop of Downey was to have the honors. The lecherous old cleric had a
penchant for boy-turds, and indulged himself in this lewdness on many
occasions... his position giving him ample opportunity.

The Bishop reclined. Two whores frigged his stubby prick and tossed his balls.
The boy straddled his chest, backing his bottom onto the man's lips and shitted
into his mouth. The old man's propensity had him gobbling it up immediately,
The holy man mashed the unholy, soft and delicious thing around in his mouth
before swallowing it and putting his mouth over the part still protruding and
sucking it down. As he was devouring the last of it and licking the boy's anus,
the whore frigged his prick over the boy's smiling face.

His face dripping with spend, the lad licked his lips. Then his expression
changed to one of apprehension at what was coming next... the pucilage of his
arsehole. That was to be taken by his older brother, a dark, brooding boy of 18
with a thin rigid cock. Edward had seen him getting buggered earlier by a thick
prick. Now he stood over the lad, swaggering and holding his cock in a menacing
manner. Gulping, the boy got to his knees and sucked his brother's prick. After
having it well moistened, the brother was directed to lay down so the boy could
direct his own insertion by sitting upon it.

All eyes gathered around to witness this. The cleric had left the boy's hole
dripping with spittle, and as he settled over it he made contact by reaching
back to aim it properly. His brother glared into his eyes with a lecherous
grin. He wanted to slam upward but he knew the rules. That would come after the
lad learned to enjoy it, and he was just as anxious for the boy to hunger for
it... thinking of his future pleasure when he could fuck his brother upon
demand! To facilitate this, he reached up and frigged the boy's stiff pecker.

The young one, meanwhile, was squirming his bottom over the knob. Gritting his
teeth, he quickly dropped down--taking the prickhead and another inch. His eyes
shot open and he squealed in pain, but otherwise he remained still until he'd
adjusted.

"Ah, how's that lad? Nice stiff prick up the bum feels good, right? Take a big
breath and settle right down on it... that's the best way."

He took the advice and took the prick... to the balls! He squealed again, but
this time more from pleasure. Cocks and cunts were being frigged while the
others enjoyed the deflowering. His brother's lusty handling of his pecker, and
the filling sensation in his bum, made the boy begin to move upon it. The glow
returned to his face and he began to move up and down more rapidly. Many faces
were bent down behind him to witness the buggering, and his brother held his
balls up so he and those in front could also see his impalement. He moved
faster... his brother frigged harder... then suddenly he cried out and his
prick shot jism over the older boy's surprised face! This caused the prick up
his bottom to explode. When they separated, the boy was lifted off to have his
moist prick and sticky bottom sucked. The older boy's prick was soon being
licked of spend, shit and streaks of virgin blood by Lord Braffton himself.

Now that he could spend, the boy was eager to do it again. He got fucked twice
more... each prick larger than the last. The brother was turned over and fucked
also, the man finishing off by pissing up the boy's bottom. Upon withdrawal of
the prick, the boy squirted the piss into a whore's face and mouth! This
started an excited round of drinking piss from arseholes.

Finding her own diversions, the Duchess was being cunt-sucked while eating
whores' shit from the two over her face!

Several days after the orgy, young Edward admitted that he'd been teaching his
sisters to prick suck. Lord Braffton called them in for a demonstration, and
they eagerly showed their talents. As a reward, he allowed them to suck his
prick also, and had Edward also demonstrate his abilities at it as they
watched.

Lady Braffton unexpectedly comes upon this scene and is outraged! She berates
her husband and demands the children clothe themselves. Disappointed that their
fun must end, they look to their father. Lord Braffton, tiring of her incessant
prudery, rips her garments away and pushes her to her knees... forcing her to
suck her son's prick! The girls stare aghast, but Edward is enjoying his
mother's humiliation and fucks her mouth with vicious strokes.

The master then throws her down and sits on her face, demanding she lick and
suck his dirty anus whilst Edward fucks her cuntwardly. Victor is called in to
help hold the woman's legs up as she is raped. The girls frig their father's
prick and Victor's while the master fingers their cunnies. With a stroke of
dastardly vulgarity, he further defiles the woman by committing the ultimate
obscenity. He lifts his anus from her lips and shits upon the woman's mouth!
Peeking around, the girls watch the turds fall upon her screaming face! The
stink is wretched, and the man forces her to lick him clean!

"Mummy's licking Father's shitty hole!" one girl cried, still frigging her
father. This caused Edward to bolt thunderously into her cunt. Ripping his cock
loose, he hurried around to enjoy the spectacle!

Then the woman was forced to watch as Victor fucked her and the girls pissed in
the master's and Edward's mouths! He further humbled her by forcing her to shit
upon the floor and get down and sniff it!

"Now perhaps you'll stop this incessant whining!" he bellowed. He also got down
and licked her creation, then directed Edward onto his back, legs up and back,
to give him something with more alluring flavor. He ate the boy's turd in full
view of his family whilst Victor frigged his ass with several fingers. Those
fingers were thrust under her nose before being ordered licked clean by Victor
himself.

It was a month therefrom that Lord Braffton recalled Percy and his fucking of
the mare. He sent a message that he would be there the next midday to witness
the spectacle, and requested that Roger also be in attendance. His loins burned
in anticipation of the next day's amusements, and he had Victor frig him twice
before retiring.

Pleased to find the two rascals quite naked upon his arrival, he quickly doffed
his own garments and ordered Roger to suck his cousin. He wanted to see how the
lad's prick-licking was progressing. Percy admitted that he'd been giving the
boy ample opportunity to perfect his abilities. That was soon apparent as Roger
was able to take the massive weapon down into his throat a ways.

Percy arranged the mare while Lord Braffton took advantage of the boy's
talents. Indeed, there was a distinct improvement. Once ready, with the mare's
tail tied up and out of the way, the master sucked Percy's prick before he
climbed onto the beams and directed himself into the horse's cunt. Slight
bucking occurred, and sounds of surprise soon gave way to whinnies of pleasure
as Percy plunged inward.

He situated himself behind Percy to watch the intercourse at close quarters. He
frigged Roger whilst viewing the bestial act, wishing his own left free lest he
ejaculate too soon... for the sight greatly excited him. "Ah, that is
intriguing! Spread your legs more apart, Percy, so that I may sniff the
connection."

"I can do better than that, Milord. Now that she's content I shall climb aboard
and give you free access to all." He grabbed the prearranged reins and pulled
himself over the hindquarters without withdrawing. That laid bare his plunging
cock, his dangling balls, and his winking arsehole. Leastways that part that
could be seen.

"Ah, you present me with a beshitted bottom in the bargain! Good man. I shall
enjoy that later."

"Tis old stuff, Milord, but I hope it finds favor!"

"I'm not known for being particular. I've yet to find shit that leaves me in
disgust. In fact, I have momentary plans that shall put that to the test. Now
fuck away, good man, and let me smell that twat and lick your prick as you
fuck!"

Humping his ass as he skewered the mare, Percy felt the man's face behind his
balls and heard him breathe in the animal's odor. Roger now stood aside and
watched the master lick his cousin's balls, and underneath where the prick was
plunging and being withdrawn. He could see that the cock was coming forth with
much wetness, and saw the master's tongue lap at it! He could also smell the
stink and recognized it from when he watched the horses fuck. While the sight
was appealing, he could not believe the master could enjoy tasting that goo!

"Come not, Percy. I have other plans yet. Best you retrieve it now and let me
clean that a bit."

Percy withdrew completely and slid off the horse's back. Turning, he presented
the dripping organ. Lord Braffton ran his tongue over both sides and took the
knob into his mouth.

"Mare or not, cuntjuice is much the same. Now give me a better flavor. Turn
again and thrust your bottom back."

His feet on a lower slat, Percy grabbed the top rail and crouched with his ass
out... his anus well exposed. Smelling his fetid hole, the master licked the
crusty shit from it... the flakes dissolving upon his tongue and burning his
taste buds!

"Now the colt!" he ordered.

"Milord?" Percy was confused.

"Strap the colt in the same manner and fuck its arse!"

"He may balk... surely he will!"

"Then strap him tighter."

It took considerable time, but the master was adamant. The top slat had to be
removed because of the colt's height, but otherwise he was trussed sufficiently
for the operation. Seeing that monstrous dark anus, Lord Braffton calmly
approached it. Slowly frigging himself, he put his nose to it, Ah, yes! This
was the aroma he met coming over the glade that never failed to give him a
fierce cockstand. Much stronger now, it was even more intriguing.

"Fuck that greasy hole!" he ordered. The colt cared not for the intrusion, but
he had no choice in the matter. Regardless of his voiced complaints, his
arsehole was soon stuffed with Percy's huge shaft. Not daring to straddle as he
had the mare, Percy had to spread his legs widely apart so the master could get
in there this time. Without hesitation, he just as avidly licked the man's
prick to taste of the colt's brown juices.

Again he ordered Percy to hold his spending, and several times he pulled that
throbbing prick from the horse's arsehole and sucked it!

"BY DAMN, I'M A FILTHY BUGGER!" he cried. "I feel my lechery reaching new
heights for I find this taste pleasing and suspect I may some day wallow naked
in piles of this stuff! This beast is nearly clean. Drive in further and see if
you can get a good coating on that prick!"

Percy did so, but without much success. A few streaks, to be sure, but nothing
substantial. The master sucked the last withdrawal, then ordered Percy to
dismount. With a newly found appreciation, he put his face into the smelly
aperture and licked the horse's anus! Never had he had so much delicious flesh
to suck on. Even his own hanging anus could not compare to this! There was
enough old horseshit within the wrinkles to satisfy him for the moment. Had the
colt decided to shit right then he would not have turned away. No, he would
have filled his mouth several times over!

"Tell me. Have either of you ever sucked horse cock?"

"NO, MILORD!" they both cried, finding the prospect distasteful.

"Ah, the dirt and stink is too much to bear, eh? I should like to try. There
seems to be no filth I can't find pleasure in. And surely there can be no stink
worse than this shithole I sucked. Come, let me get under and have you frig him
into my mouth! Recheck the straps. His feet must be tightly secured lest I lose
my head!"

While they did so, he lifted the animal's balls and licked them. "What if he
chooses to piss, Milord?" Roger asked.

"I eat shit, lad. Think you I have an aversion to piss?" he laughed.

"No. I doubt that not. But a pissing horse might drown a man!"

"Then you two make sure the bastard has other things on his mind. Jerk that
long prick and fire his loins. His sperm may very well drown me also." He
arranged a mound of straw to raise his head. Roger and Percy each took a side
and knelt to frig the horse into stiffness. It grew and grew, getting closer to
the master's lips. Percy worked the base and Roger drew the prepuce over the
knob. Loud Braffton stuck out his tongue and licked the silky flesh. It was
bright red and moist.

"Mmmm. Such sweet cheese on this thing!" He lapped the mess therefrom and
attempted to take it into his mouth to no avail. He did have them hold it still
while he sucked and licked into the pisshole. He was able to thrust his whole
tongue inside and ream out the horse cock! This seemed to touch a nerve and he
knew from the animal's changing sounds that he was about to do something.
Exactly what, remained to be discovered.

"SQUEEZE HIM HARD AND STROKE!" he ordered, opening his mouth wide. Pints of hot
equine sperm poured from the opening! Much as he gulped and gulped, the torrent
continued... over his face, down his chin, and onto his neck and
chest,..finally settling into his genital region and dripping from his balls.
Fearful the colt would now piss, he moved out from under. Perhaps some other
time for that. For the moment, he wished to share the incredible taste.

He ordered them to lick his cock and balls of the horse sperm. They were not
enthused, but knew better than to disobey. Lapping the wetness, they found it
much tangier, perhaps, but not all that horrific. They slurped the warm slop
from his balls. He grabbed Roger at the hips and maneuvered the boy over his
face.

"Beshitted also I see. Splendid!" He licked and sucked the boy's arsehole and
squirmed his tongue inside. "I could eat a turd from here. What say you, boy?"

"Regrets, Milord. I fear I have none," Roger apologized.

"Nor do I, sir," Percy said, "I did not think. You have never made such a
request of me before."

"Well, I need some. I hunger for manshit. Let me suck this shithole more whilst
you two work some from my ass. At least I come prepared!"

He thrust his tongue deeply into Roger's bung as the two fingered him and
kneaded his flesh... spreading the ugly anus to facilitate what the man was
pushing and grunting to accomplish. The arsehole opened and a small, firm turd
burst into Percy's hand. It was greasy and glistened with sparkling ass-juice
as it came from that pungent rectum.

"FEED IT TO ME!" he cried, replacing his tongue with a finger up Roger's gaping
pit. Percy held the turd to the man's lips and watched him lick it thoroughly.
He continued to hold it while Lord Braffton ate his way down the turd. He put
his fingers in the man's mouth, presuming and hoping he'd want to lick them
clean. He did.

"NOW... LET'S SUCK SOME PRICKS!" he cried.

He'd had to eat his own shit, but he did manage to draw several pints of piss
from their cocks before leaving.

Still bearing a beshitted ass when he returned home, he dropped another turd
and had Victor lick him clean whilst he smelled it.

Lord Braffton occasionally visited the prison dungeons where he enjoyed abusing
the young beggars and thieves. His position afforded him privileges that went
uncontested. Right there, amongst the other prisoners, he'd pick a boy or young
man for his pleasure. In return for his submission, he'd promise to pay his way
out. Anything was worth getting out of the shackles and stench of the dungeon.

They had their own stench. He'd strip off their rags and force them to perform
obscenities. At times he'd beat them with his leather straps... raising welts
but seldom drawing blood. Then he'd lick their wounds and stuff his prick in
their mouth to be sucked. Needless to say, his favorite form of abuse was
making them lick his pungent, bloated anal lips. And of course he'd lick
theirs. The prisoners shit in a dung heap that was cleaned out once a week. And
with nothing to wipe with, they invariably had beshitted arseholes.

He enjoyed making a spectacle of himself in squalid surroundings like this.
He'd kneel in his finery and suck their pricks and arseholes. Sometimes he'd
sit by the dung heap and have someone suck him whilst he watched the prisoners
shit. It was not uncommon for him to lick a turd as his chosen one shit.
Sometimes the prisoner would balk and decide to remain in prison rather than
submit to his filthy demands. If the young man had been the least bit
uncooperative up to that point, he'd compound his disgust by fucking him after
shitting and make the boy lick his cock clean! Guards were always available to
assist by shackles and chains... or by applying force. Lord Braffton actually
preferred they resist somewhat. It gave him the opportunity to humiliate and
humble them before their fellow prisoners. An extremely hostile lad may well
find himself with a turd being shitted into his mouth. And if Lord Braffton had
none, a guard was always willing to give one up.

His reputation was infamous. Men, women and children would approach him when he
entered, voicing the things they'd willingly do to get out. Children were a
particular favorite. Little thieves, or brought in with their arrested father
or mother... having nowhere else to go. He loved stringing them up in
vulnerable positions and violating their young bodies in full view. Thrusting
fingers into little cunts and rectums and pulling them out to suck on. He
delighted in sucking a child's cunt and having her piss in his mouth. He'd have
the little boys piss in his mouth too, and more often than not coax a sweet
turd from their bums and eat it!

Once he did this, and made the lad's father eat the turd from his mouth... then
had him shit on his son's face! He sniffed as he viewed the shitting and licked
the father's beshitted anus directly over the boy's face. Then he had the man
frig his prick into the boy's mouth. Since the child drank his scum without
question... and the whole affair had greatly excited him... he had them
released and paid them handsomely in addition.

One woman caused a great disturbance when he had her l0-year-old son suck his
prick. His temper finally flared and he had the woman stripped and spread-
eagled. He made promises to a young man, and while a guard fucked her
mercilessly, he put his prick into the young man's arsehole and pissed therein.
This took place above the woman's face. With both hands holding that squatting
bottom, he aimed the hole as he withdrew. Hot urine gushed forth, splattering
the woman's face and going into her screaming mouth! The bitch didn't have the
sense to shut up, and ended up drinking gulps of the dirty water! The guard
who'd fucked her also pissed over her when he'd finished. The poor boy found it
all rather amusing. Leaving the woman confined, Lord Braffton took the lad with
him and sported with him at home until the woman served her sentence. By the
time she meekly came for him, the boy was well versed at sucking pricks and
arseholes. Indeed, he was quite enamored of Edward and had even learned to take
the boy's cock up his ass. He hated to leave.

Ever the lecher, he didn't allow the woman off so easy. He made her watch her
son getting fucked by Edward while he had himself sucked by the boy. Percy was
called to the house to fuck the woman as this took place. Dejected and demeaned
at first, she finally declared she had never had such a fine prick before.
Watching her young son experience his first spending as he sat on Edward, she
swooned twice fold and hugged Percy's buttocks tightly to her. Unashamed and
still feeling lusty, she took the boy's prick in her mouth and licked his
virgin juices!

Lord Braffton licked Edward's slimy cock clean and sucked his son's cum from
the boy's arsehole while Victor sucked the cunt! He paid them upon their
departure... unable to control his innate generosity.

"Come, Victor. I think I'll rest and feel the need to shit first."

Shrugging, the valet followed. As usual, he assisted in the shitting and used
his tongue to wash the messy, hanging anal lips.

"Victor, you've been a dedicated servant for many years. Come, sit here. Let's
see what that ancient cavern of yours can deliver. I'm in the mood for
something horrendous, and I suppose your ass might be just the perfect source
for that. Something with an awful stink that will burn my eyes! Now's your
chance to pay me back. Shoot some filth into my mouth. Choke me on it!"

"As you wish, sir." Victor dropped his pants and squatted over the porcelain
pot. He had an enormous smirk on his face that the master couldn't see... but
knew perfectly well was there.

"No, no... not in the pot," he laid on the floor. "I'll have it over my face...
into my mouth. The best way to eat a turd is when the shitter feels most
lascivious doing it. Squat down and debase me! Suck my prick whilst I lick that
crevice, then when you're ready--bolt that dirty clump between my lips!"

Victor took the opportunity to do something he'd always wished to do. While
having his bottom hole licked, he farted loudly several times in the master's
face. He could hear the echo, as the master had his mouth open and the farts
blustered inside his hollow cavern. But the man could not be humiliated thus.

"By god, those are fine! I've swallowed many farts, but none as wretched as
yours! In the future, tell me any time you feel the need to fart. I shall
gladly receive all you can deliver. If that's a precursor to what lies within,
man, serve it up! I'm anxious to feed upon your shit! To think... I've had this
at my disposal all this time!"

Victor settled his bottom more comfortably and again bent to the prick. He
tightened his lips over the knob and sucked vigorously... even using his teeth
to scrape the meatus. He had never taken a shit such as this... in this manner.
He'd been nervous in the stomach all day long, but was unaware of the condition
his rectum was in until it was too late. When he realized it, his astonishment
turned into glee. Now, with this, he would be able to pay the man back!

First, the spurts of soup! Filthy shitwater flooded Lord Braffton's mouth...
causing him to gulp quickly on instinct. Contained within were small clumps of
turd that also shot into the mouth and were swallowed whole. Another push
delivered more soup, but large turds soon followed. Solid, thick clumps of shit
dropped onto the master's face, which was already covered with the man's filth.
The crapious mixture inundated the man's head, running down his cheeks and onto
his shoulders!

Victor felt sure the man would discharge him... if not kill him outright for
this tremendous insult! But he underestimated the man's perverted nature. From
behind, the sounds of liquid being slurped and things being chewed and
swallowed barely hid the man's muffled animalistic moans of delight! But the
prick in his mouth told the tale. It throbbed and expanded... the thick veins
nearly bursting through its thin skin... as volley after volley of ball juice
exploded into his mouth from the man's bloated testicles! It was his turn to
gulp quickly.

Victor rose and turned. Gasping for breath, streaks of shit covering his face
and clumps of turds everywhere, Braffton carefully squinched his eyes open for
a second.

"Now, aim carefully and piss this shit off of me!" he cried.

Straddling him forward, Victor squatted slightly and pointed his cock at the
master's face as the man closed his eyes. He aimed right for that spot. Soon,
he unleashed a forceful barrage of urine over his master's face and into his
open mouth, Suddenly, he was aware that a second stream of piss was matching
his own. The master was holding his own cock and sending a hot river upward as
he pissed on himself!

Wide-eyed, hardly able to comprehend what had just taken place, Victor reached
for a towel and handed it to Lord Braffton. The man wiped his face and eyes,
grateful to be able to see clearly again. He licked his lips before wiping them
off.

"Marvelous! What an outrage! Never have I contemplated drinking a man's rectal
soup... regardless of the many turds I've eaten. A thoroughly disgusting
thought... until now! Ah, what a sublime entertainment that was, my friend.
There exists no greater outrage a man can experience, and I found my excitement
breaching all previous boundaries! Do withstand this stench a while longer, and
put your prick in my mouth. Let me suck the jism from your balls in return for
such pleasure!"

The man was undaunted! A pleasurable excitement? Victor knelt over Lord
Braffton's chest and pulled the man's head up. He shoved his cock into the
sucking mouth and with his hands he worked the face back and forth on his
prick... fucking into his throat! He was in no hurry... paid no attention to
the man's gagging and struggles... because for that moment in time HE WAS THE
MASTER! He honestly thought he was choking the life out of the pervert... until
he felt that tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft. When the man
had a prick in his mouth he obvious had no need to breathe. His only concern
was drinking from that stiff faucet in his mouth!

Victor cried out in pain and pleasure. Bolts of jism flew from the head of his
cock... helped immensely by the finger that had been thrust up his bottom!
Perhaps it was two. All he knew was that sensational pressure was being applied
therein, and the cargo churning within his balls was ignited... and blasted
down Lord Braffton's throat with as much force as his piss had! "Splendid! A
good time was had by all, correct?" Lord Braffton shyly inquired in an
uncharacteristic manner.

"Unique, sir. Quite unique! Do you wish to bathe now? I hope!" He could not
help a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

"I think so. Since you bathed me once, I shall bathe myself this second time
while you clean this mess up. Perhaps we'll do this again. Perhaps you'll not
only lick my beshitted arse, as always, but I shall lick yours. Next you have a
solid one, inform me. I still wish to try that. If it's half as good as your
soup, I'll have many meals!"

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