****** Down the Road to Raunchland by Sxuldev8 ******
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Down the Road to Raunchland


Here's the first installment in the story of how a man becomes a pig. If you
don't enjoy reading stories about shit and piss and more, don't read it. If you
do, pull out your cock and stroke along.

If you're underage, go away. This story may be reproduced in its entirety and
posted anywhere on the web. You may not make money from this story. And the
author would be grateful if you would acknowledge who wrote it. If you violate
these prohibitions, the gremlins in your C: drive will come alive. Be warned.
Other than that, enjoy.

Oh yes. If you're near Boston and want to do this live, let me know. I have the
rimseat.

Down the Road to Raunchland

He'd already told me that he was a pig. His very few experiences in raunch had
convinced him that the best sex in the world involved the dirtier side of sex.
And now he was looking for someone to take him further than he'd ever been
before. He'd met the right guy - me.

During my interview with him, I'd already discovered that he was fairly
experienced with piss. He loved to drink it. He loved it when his body
glistened with bladder juice. He had had one piss enema, even though he'd never
done anything with the output.

He got off on getting fucked dirty. Sucking a shitty cock sent him into heaven.
When he was home alone, he loved to fuck his hole with a dildo and then clean
the shit off it with his mouth. He'd rimmed butt, both clean and dirty before.
His experience with shit eating was fairly limited. He'd eaten some crap from
his own hole, but not much. And he'd never been fed directly. Just my kind of
guy. Some basic experience, but wanting to go further.

"How far do you want to go?" I inquired, hoping for the right answer.

"I want to be turned into a total pig animal. I don't need to be anywhere
remotely human when I'm having sex. Take me as low as you want," was his reply.

It was the right answer. I'm a pigmaster. I love to see just how subhuman some
worthless piece of scum is willing to go. And this guy sounded like someone
right up my alley.

"You understand that if I take you on, you totally give up the right to say
'No' to anything. And I do mean anything. Nothing will be out of bounds for
what I do to you and what I have you do. No safe words, no nothing. Got that?"
I said, noting that my cock was starting to rise up in my shorts. The thought
of total raunch abuse of this guy was starting to get to me.

"Yes, sir. I understand. That's just what I'm looking for," he answered.

"How hard is your prick right now?"

"Totally, sir."

"Good," I responded. "Now, here's how this is going to work. We are going to
meet two days from now. In between now and then you are not to take a shower.
You will also not take a shit before we meet. You are to keep your hands off
your cock. You may not come between now and then. I don't know if I'll let you
shoot when we meet, but in any event, no coming. Starting at 10:00am, you are
to drink one full glass of water every fifteen minutes. Last, do you have a
buttplug?"

"Yes, sir. I have three of them," he told me. "But, sir, I haven't taken a shit
yet today. And I need to go now. Can I please take a shit, then wait 48 hours?"

"Nope. I want you thinking about nothing other than turd between now and when
we get together. And feeling the shit build up in your ass will help you focus
on what you're going to experience. Oh, by the way, you are to eat your normal
meals between now and then; no skipping dinner. And the morning we are going to
meet, you put the biggest plug in your ass and wear it until I pull it out," I
instructed him.

"Yes sir."

We made the arrangements for our meeting. We'd be meeting in the afternoon,
with three hours set aside for his initial training. He understood that this
was a test meeting. If he performed to my satisfaction, he'd receive more
training until he was a total pig.

In the two days, I managed my diet. I wanted to be able to deliver firm shit to
the pig. Not rock solid turds, but not loose shit. Runny shit was for later. In
the morning of our meeting, I started pushing fluids.

We met in the parking lot of a park near where I lived. He looked hot. Mid-30s.
Average height and weight. And he looked desperate. Needy. I'm older, 50. Dad
type. A little on the short side with a bit of a gut. I wanted to see how far I
could take him in the first session.

"You look like you're in some agony," I said after shaking his hand.

"You just don't know," he answered me. "My ass is aching so bad I can hardly
walk. I have to constantly think about keeping my ass closed, otherwise I know
I'll push out that plug and dump."

"But thinking about it had kept you pretty hard, I'll bet. You come at all?" I
asked.

"No sir. I've kept my hands off my cock. But I've been hard almost since we
finished planning for this."

"OK then. Let's go. Follow me," I ordered him.

"Yes, sir." We both got in our cars and headed off to my place. I have a
playroom set up in the basement of my house. Tiled floor and walls. Big drain
in the center in of the floor. A gyno table. Rings set into the ceiling, walls,
and floor. Shower in the corner. A room that can get totally messy and then be
hosed down to clean it.

When we got to my house, we went inside. "Strip," I ordered him. In about 20
seconds, he was naked.

"Bend over," I told him.

When he had grabbed his ankles, I walked behind him. The end of the plug was
showing outside his hole. I started tugging on it, to see how deeply it was
imbedded in his hole. It was tightly in. I pumped it a bit, in and out. He
groaned. He didn't see me pick up my inflatable plug from the table.

I yanked the plug from his butthole. I saw that he was using a medium-large
plug. The pussy. He'd be sorry he told me he was using a big plug, when it was
a slightly larger than average one. I slid the inflatable in his ass and
started pumping it up.

As he felt the shit in his ass being packed a little more and his hole
expanding with the ever increasing plug he groaned louder. I handed him the
plug that had come out of his hole. It was coated with shit.

"Clean it," I commanded.

He grabbed it and shoved it in his mouth. I could hear him start to taste his
own shit. I kept pumping up the inflatable. I knew his hole was getting
stretched bigger than the one he had put in his own hole. When I was done
pumping I looked and saw that his plug had been cleaned. His cock was hard.

"Like the taste of your own shit, pig?"

"Oh God yes, sir. I love it," he answered.

"Good, because that's only an appetizer for this afternoon. Now, let's go
downstairs."

Naked, inflatable butt plug in his ass, his ass filled with more than two days
of shit, he followed me down the hall and down the stairs. When we got to the
playroom, I stripped off, cock at half mast, ready to begin to turn this human
into a living pig. As I was stripping, he was both looking around the room at
all of the stuff that was there, as well as watching me reveal my body to him.

"On your butt, cuntface," I told him.

He started to go slowly to sit down as not to hit on the tile floor hard. As I
saw what he was doing, I lashed out with my legs and dropped him to his ass
hard. I heard the thud as he hit the floor.

"When I tell you do to something, I want an IMMEDIATE response from you, not
something that you're thinking about. Got it?" I shouted at him.

"Yes, sir. I understand, sir," he whimpered in reply.

"Spread your legs wide," I told him. After he'd quickly complied I stood in
between his legs. I curled my toes and started to kick his nuts hard with the
top of my foot. "You will," I shouted, as I kept kicking his helpless nuts, "do
everything I tell you to do at the instant I tell you to do it. No exceptions.
If you fuck up, you're out of here and you'll lose out on your becoming a slime
bucket."

I could tell that he would much rather close his legs and not take my ball
abuse. But he needed it. He wanted it. He had to become the pig that was in
him. So he groaned, moaned, and whimpered taking my ever harder kicks to his
nuts. I knew all of this by how hard his prick was. Like a rock. Fucking
animal. If he only knew how low he was going to go.

After a bit, I stopped kicking him. Although I really get off on administering
pain, I get off even more degrading someone. It was time for his first test. To
see if he could become the ultimate pig for me. I wasn't going to give him time
to think about it, I was just going to do it.

I walked away from him and went to the small refrigerator I had in the room. I
took out a half liter bottle of water and drank it down. My bladder was killing
me. I'd been letting my piss flow for about an hour before he arrived, but it
was full again. He'd told me he was a good piss drinker, but I had to know for
sure.

As I walked back to him I said, "Open wide."

His mouth opened and I began to hose him down. Medium yellow urine started to
flow from my dick. I hosed his body, from his crotch up to his mouth. I was
standing far enough away from him that the piss was splattering everywhere. His
mouth was open, but his eyes were closed.

"Open those fucking eyes, so you can see my piss," I yelled.

When he did, I aimed for his eyes. Piss burns. But I didn't give a shit. I
could tell that taking piss, eyes open, was new to him. He was having a hard
time with it. If he only knew.

I stopped the flow of piss and squatted down next to his face. I put the tip of
my cock against one of his nostrils. Made a tight seal. Then I pinched off his
other nostril. And started pissing again. A piss nasal enema. Giving a guy piss
this way does three things. First of all it really burns inside the nasal
sinuses. Second it goes down the most sensitive part of the throat, burning
there also. And third, it can really choke a guy.

As I pissed, I could sense that he was getting ready to try to stop me.

"Don't move a muscle, pig. You'll take piss from me this way every time we get
together, so get used to it."

I could tell my bladder juice was affecting him. He was snorting and coughing
as he took my piss in a way he'd never had before. But, his prick was still
hard. Maybe this pig had potential after all.

When I was about three-quarters done pissing, I removed my prick from his nose
and dropped it full down into his mouth. I was about hard, so I could feel my
cock drop down past the back of his mouth and into his throat. I started
pissing directly into his stomach. I could feel his throat muscles work my cock
since he couldn't breathe.

My earlier piss had opened his sinuses so that his throat had a good coating of
mucous. That made it easier for me to start fucking his throat. I kept my cock
in his throat until I started to see his gag reflex kick in. He was starting to
get worried about barfing, I could tell. I decided, this time, to be nice.

I pulled my dick back out a bit and finished filling up his mouth, my urinal. I
slowed my flow, eventually stopping. Although my bladder wasn't completely
empty, I was done with this part. Besides, I needed some more juice for later.

"Get on your hands and knees, ass up," I instructed him.

He quickly moved to comply. As I stood over him, I decided I liked what I saw.
His body was wet still from my piss. A few drops of it were dripping off him.
The inflatable butt plug filling and covering his butthole. Ass pointing
skywards, waiting for what I was going to do next.

I got behind him, my 8" of cock pointing at his hole. I grabbed the bulb
attached to the buttplug and turned the valve. I heard the air release from the
plug as it began to shrink in his hole. I heard him groan with relief as some
of the pressure was taken off his butt.

"Your ass nice and full of shit, piglet?" I asked him.

"Yes, sir. I'm so full I think I'm going to burst," he answered me.

"Well, then. You're going to get some relief. I want you to, very slowly, start
to shit. You may not push hard and dump, but I want you to just relax your ass
and let your turds move out on their own." I then handed him a bottle of
poppers and told him to take four deep hits.

I listened to him sniff deep. I took my bottle of poppers and did the same. I
wanted to be flying high as I began to debauch him. After he set the bottle
down I saw his ass start to begin to flex open. He was sighing as his bowels
started to get ready to get some comfort. Or so he thought.

His rosebud started to open and the head of his first turd started to show
itself. I started grinning. He didn't know what I was going to do. He was
thinking that I was going to let him empty himself out. I had other plans.

That brown center in the middle of his ass started to emerge. When about an
inch or so of shit was out in the open, I quickly grabbed his hips. I then
centered my dick in the middle of the emerging log and shoved hard. Even though
I hadn't put any lube on my cock, my aim was true. My cock pushed into the
center of his turd, with his shit acting as a glide on my prong.

In about two seconds I was buried to the hilt in his ass. He screamed. His
thoughts about relief were shattered as not only did I force his crap back into
his ass, but my cock was packing it as well. And I had achieved just the
effects I had desired.

Some of his shit did manage to flow out of his hole around my cock, coating my
crotch. The stink of shit was in the air immediately. I started to hump his
ass. I knew that his peristaltic motion was going to make him have to continue
to try to shit. And that shit was going to be coating my cock, balls, and
crotch in a thick layer of shitpaste soon.

"Oh, fuck," he cried. "No. I have to shit! I can't hold it."

"Shut up, pig. You're going to get shit-fucked. Now just take it, because I'm
not going to stop," I told him, as I gave another full stroke deep thrust of my
cock into his hole.

I could feel his hole open wide as his sludge started to flow our around my
dick. I kept fucking him deep and hard. My cock was mashing his shit, but it
began to work its way around my cock and onto my front. I wanted to make a
total mess of myself. Preparation for the pig's feast.

As my rhythm began to increase, his hole went totally slack. The aroma of waste
was in the air. I was getting heady from the stink. I sometimes think the smell
of shit is better than poppers. I started to hard fuck him. Harder and harder.
Deeper and deeper. Shit stink. Shit fucking. I love it.

I felt his crap flowing out of his hole. And covering my crotch with a deeper
and deeper coating. His ass was starting to also get covered in shit as it
transferred back from my front to his butt. The sound of shit fucking is
wonderful. I could hear the skin stick together with the shit as binder then
pull apart as I pulled back out of his fuck-hole. And as more flowed out his
butt due to my pile driving his ass, the sound kept getting louder and louder
in the room. Doing just what I wanted. A total covering of my cock, balls,
crotch in a deep, even paste of shit.

His head was still on the floor. And since he was getting some relief from his
full ass, he was starting to get into it more and more. As he bucked his butt
back onto my cock harder and harder, he started moaning at me, "Fuck me! Breed
my ass. Use me, sir. Please, use my hole. Oh God, yes, it's just what I need."
And I gave him just what he was asking for as I continued to power-fuck his
ass. I kept going for about five minutes. Until I was prepared to take him to
the next stage.

As I felt myself get closer to the edge, I pulled out. "Stay right there," I
told him.

I got up. My whole crotch was covered in shit. I'd built up a layer of about
one half inch deep of shit overall, with some parts of my crotch even more
covered. My cock was totally brown, a layer of crap coating it. I smiled. Just
what I wanted to see. Shit had also fallen from his hole and was lying on the
floor under his ass. His ass was as coated with crap as my crotch was.

I went over to a chair in the playroom and sat down. I laid back in the chair
and spread my legs wide.

"Come here, pig. On your hands and knees, get your ass over to me."

The stench in the room was wonderful. I took my bottle of poppers and as he
crawled over to me, I took a few hits. As he approached me, I could see the
look on his face. He was horrified at what he saw. He'd cleaned dirty cock and
rimmed dirty butthole before, but nothing ever like this, I knew. He stopped
moving towards me.

"What's the matter, pig?" I asked with an evil grin on my face.

"Sir. Please, I've never done this before. At least not this much," he pleaded
with me.

"Do you want to become a total pig, you fuck?" I snarled at him.

"Yes, sir. I do. But this is too much too fast, sir," he replied, with a small
whimper.

"I suggest you start by cleaning my balls, pig. If you can't handle this, how
the fuck are you going to become a real pig?"

I handed him my bottle of poppers and told him to take a few hits.

After he sniffed from the bottle a few times, I saw the look in his eyes
change. Instead of looking afraid, he started to look hungry. He crawled in
between my legs, his mouth opening.

"That's better. Now get busy and clean me up, you turd," I told him.

He took one of my shit covered nuts in his mouth and started to suck on it. I
could feel his tongue start to work on my ball, sucking the crap that was
coating it. I keep my nuts shaved smooth, so he didn't have to suck on any
hairs, just the crap that was covering my testicle.

He started off slowly. But as he started to get into it, I could feel him start
to suck harder on my nut. After only a thin film was left on that ball, he
switched to the other one. He was hungrier now. He went after that one with
enthusiasm, cleaning it quickly. It's amazing how quickly someone can become a
first time shit sucker.

He came off my balls and took a few more hits of poppers. Even though he hadn't
completely cleaned my nuts, he had gotten most of it off. I heard him swallow
and then he lifted up and opened his mouth to go down on my cock.

"Yah, pig. Clean the crap off my cock," I instructed him.

I spread my legs a bit wider. I sniffed some more poppers as I watched him
start to go down on my prick. He was cleaning my piss slit and sucking on the
crown of my cock.

"Go down on it. Take more of it."

I felt him open his mouth and as he did, I quickly put my hand on the back of
his head and forced his head down all the way on my prick. Now my prong was
buried all the way in his throat. His mouth and face was pressed into the shit
crust that was covering my crotch. He was trapped.

I felt his throat muscles start to work on the head of my dirty dick. His nose
was pressed into the layer of crap that covered my shaved crotch. He couldn't
breathe. I held him there. Waiting until I felt his gag reflex start to kick
in. I let him up a little. He instinctively wrapped his lips around my cock and
as he came off it, his mouth filled with all of the shit that covered my prick.
He had a mouthful.

I grabbed his hair and pulled him up. His face was covered. His mouth was full.

"Eat," I told him. "Open mouthed."

He did as I instructed. I watched him begin to eat and chew on the waste that
was deposited in his mouth. He started to gag a little as he chewed. But, as I
knew it would be, his dick was rock solid hard. He loved it, even though he
hated it. And I really got off on watching him open mouth chew his own shit
that had been deposited on my cock.

As he chewed, I could see the lust starting to really build in him. Maybe he
was going to become a better pig than I'd thought. He swallowed the crap that
was in his mouth and started to lick his lips, getting some more shit to taste.
Without any instructions from me he dove back down onto my crotch.

I felt him licking up the shit that was encrusted around the base of my Fuck-
stick. The pig was getting hungry. I heard him snort as he mouthed the big
pieces and the layer of his waste that was coating my crotch. As he did that, I
reached down and slowly began to work my cock a little.

He worked hard; sucking up all of the shit-paste that was covering my crotch.
There was a lot of it. But he kept at it, coming up for air and poppers as he
worked at it. All too soon, there was only a thin film of brown around my
crotch. He came up for air, panting. He looked hopefully at me, hoping I'd give
him some praise for what he'd just done; no such luck.

"Well, shit-head, you've now brought yourself to your own base level of being a
pig. You eat your own shit on your own, so you've just proven to me what you
told me was true. Now, let's take you to the next level. Lay down on the
floor."

He did as he was told.

I scooped some of his shit from the floor that had fallen out of his ass while
I was fucking him; a nice big handful.

"Open up," I told him.

He did. I took my full hand and wiped it into his mouth. Now he had another
mouthful of shit.

"Eat."

As he started to chew on more of his own shit, I went over to the corner and
grabbed my rimseat. He was struggling with this mouthful. He wasn't used to
eating so much so quickly. When he was doing this on his own, he'd have
probably come by now. But he had further to do in this first session with me.

As he gagged and choked, I set the rim-seat over his face. When I looked down
though the seat, I smiled at the picture I saw in front of me. Framed in the
seat was his shit covered face. From his nose to his chin was covered in brown.
He was still chewing, trying to process what I'd deposited in his mouth. I
reached down through the seat and wiped off the openings to his nose. He sucked
my finger clean after I told him to. I tossed the baby bottle that had poppers
soaked in cotton next to him.

That way he could sniff to his heart's content without spilling any. I dropped
a hock of spit down onto his lips. He licked it off.

I lowered my ass down onto the seat. The legs of this seat are long enough so
that a pig-face is about 3" away from my hole when I'm sitting. I had a shorter
leg rim-seat. But that was for later. He was about to be taught about drop
feeding, as his first lesson. Direct feeding would come later. Not too much
later, but later.

"Eat my ass, pig. I want to feel you making love to my anus," I told him.

As I felt the warmth of his mouth on my hole, I saw his cock throb. He knew
about rimming. He was back in familiar, comfortable territory. And I could tell
that the thought of him working his mouth on a hairy manhole turned him on.

I felt his tongue lick my ass; big broad swipes of his tongue. Wetting me down
first. This was a good sign to me. It meant that he knew what he was doing. I
bore down a little, moving my ass further into the rim-seat, prying my hole a
bit wider open for him. Getting my hole now about 2" away from his mouth. He
didn't have to raise up very far to get at my hole.

I knew that my hole was only ripe. But when he pressed his mouth into my ass,
some of the shit that was on his face I knew was transferred to my butt. So he
had some slime to clean up before he could drill his tongue into my hole. He
was licking furiously, knowing that the center of my ass ring was soon going to
be his target for attention.

"Good piggy. I love to feel a hot tongue and mouth on my rosebud. Go on, dig in
there you slut," I encouraged him.

All I heard back from him was a moan as he got further and further into his
work. I sniffed some more poppers, getting off on the feelings in my ass.

I felt him back off my hole. I saw a hand reach out for the baby bottle and I
heard him sniff deep. Now the fun was going to begin. Very quickly I felt the
tip of his lounge inside my ass ring. He was trying to shove his tongue inside
my ass. Insistent. Needy. I saw him reach down and grab onto his prick as he
rimmed my ass. He started stroking with the same urgency as he was making love
to my hole.

Noises of pleasure started to come out of his mouth. The pig was starting to
get hungry. The sensation of his tongue on my hole was starting to make my
bowels move. It was getting to feeding time. I totally relaxed my ass ring. I
started to feel his tongue push further and further up into my ass tunnel. The
sensations of his tongue pushed up inside my hole were wonderful. My cock
throbbed and continued to leak pre-cum. It was time.

"Ok, piglet. Lay back down and take a few snorts." He did as he was told and
lay there panting in anticipation. I started to bear down a little. I felt my
shit start to move. "Watch." I felt two days worth of shit start to move into
my tunnel. I stopped pushing. "Lick," I instructed.

I felt him raise back up and stick his tongue into my ass. I knew he'd run into
the tip of my turd as soon as he pushed in. He groaned. Tasting the first taste
of my shit. I felt him lick the head of it.

"Lay back down."

As soon as he did, I pushed some more. Now I knew that the head of my log was
starting to emerge. I was starting the process of giving birth to my log. "Oh
fuck, sir," I heard him exclaim as he started to see the log of shit showing
from my hole. When about two inches of shit were hanging from my ass, I stopped
pushing.

"Get your lips around it. Suck on it," I commanded.

I felt his mouth move around my shit-log. It was a wide one, I knew. I could
tell my how stretched open my ass ring was. He started moving up and down on
it, sucking it like it was a brown cock. He was moaning as he did it. Even
though he was doing rather than thinking very much, I knew that he knew he had
taken one more step to being a full fledged pig. I knew it because his cock all
of a sudden started leaking pre-cum big time.

When I felt his lips pressing against my hole, I pushed down hard. I felt about
three more inches of turd move out of my hole and into his mouth. I quickly
pinched off, dropping a total of five inches of crap into his mouth. I heard
him start to gag.

I quickly stood up and yanked away the rim-seat. I crouched over him, push-up
style, my dick in alignment with his mouth.

"Open," was all I said.

His mouth opened and his eyes widened. He had more shit in his mouth at one
time than he'd ever had before, I knew. I wanted to push him hard and fast,
with no chance to look back. I dropped my cock into his mouth, using it as a
plunger. I wanted to pack the shit into the back of his throat. I had no
intention of making it easy on him the first time. If he was going to become my
total pig, he had a long way to go. So no point in taking it easy.

I started to fuck his mouth. Each down stroke packed more and more of the crud
into the back of his mouth. I wanted to fill his throat with it so that it
would get stuck there. I wanted to pack it hard into his throat, so that he'd
either have to swallow it or choke. "Don't you dare hurl that shit back up,
fucker," I told him. I wanted to remove that choice in case he was thinking
about it.

As I fucked his mouth, I started to push down hard in my ass. I felt shit flow
out of my hole. When I saw that the shit in his mouth had been compacted, I
yanked my dick out of his mouth. I saw about a six inch log resting on his
belly. I grabbed it.

Kneeling beside him, I started to push that log of turd into his mouth as well.
I pushed it all in all at once. Now his mouth was packed with shit, from the
middle of his throat to around his teeth. He couldn't breathe. And since my
hand was pressed across his lips, he now had no choice but to eat it all
quickly. Or he'd pass out.

He knew what he had to do. His mouth was working overtime to manage the load
I'd given him. With my other hand I reached down and grabbed his nuts.

"Process it, mother-fucker," I ordered him.

As he chewed, I squeezed down hard. I heard some noise emerge from his throat
as his nuts were mangled. But he kept chewing, trying to work the mass down
into his stomach. He was trying to swallow, and was finding that he was
swallowing whole pieces of shit rather than chewed shit. I wanted him to feel
whole pieces going into his stomach.

"Show me how much you love it, animal," I whispered to him.

I was encouraging him to degrade himself further by eating my whole first load
from my ass.

I saw his cock throb. He was close to coming, realizing that he was turning
into my shit-boy.

"Don't you dare fucking come, you whore," I shouted in his ear.

He tried to deal with the conflict of my orders and his need. My orders won
out, as he swallowed some more. As I saw that he was close to done eating my
dump, I grabbed the short leg rim-seat and parked it over his face.

Now there was no room for him to move. My hole was parked deeply onto his
mouth. I took another hit of poppers and started pushing hard. I didn't want
his mouth to get cleared of shit before I gave him more. Squeezing down totally
hard on his balls, I felt his mouth open in pain. And in that exact moment,
more of my shit flowed out of my hole and into his open mouth.

I felt his mouth work on my hole as I kept bearing down hard. He was trying to
cope with the mass of shit I was feeding him. My shit was getting looser, as I
was close to emptying out my hole.

"Gonna turn you into my toilet, pig. Every time I take a shit, you'll be eating
it all. Every bit of it." I started a continuous shit rap with him. "Only
worthless pieces of scum will suck shit from a man's hole. A slime animal. A
pig. A dung beetle."

As I felt my ass almost empty, I grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I was
close to coming, knowing that he'd moved one step down the road to becoming an
animal. As I felt his mouth working on my hole, I shot my hot load down his
belly and onto his cock. When he felt my cum hit him, without ever touching his
cock, he came also. A huge load shot directly up into the air.

I got off the rim-seat and bent over him.

"Finish it up, fucker. I always like to see someone eat shit AFTER he's shot.
That's the proof that you're a real shit-pig."

I watched him finish chewing and swallowing. When he was done, I told him again
to open his mouth. When he did, I then emptied my bladder into his mouth,
washing the shit down with more piss.

He lay on the floor, panting, coming down from his high. I smiled down at him.
We were like that for a minute or two. Then I walked back to my chair, sat down
on the edge of it, and spread my legs again.

"Get over here. You're not done," I told him.

My crack was a shitty mess.

"Do I have to?" he asked pathetically.

"Of course. Your tongue will make good toilet paper for me. And I want my hole
spit shine cleaned," I instructed him.

I knew that he didn't want to do this. It was going to be tough for him. His
cock was limp, telling me that his heart wasn't into it. Eating shit after a
sex high is amazingly tough. Now its not sexy, its something that you are
doing. And since there's not a lot of sex involved, he was thinking about what
he was doing. Licking shit off a hole.

As he began to clean the crap from my ass, I started talking to him.

"If you think what you're doing now is tough, just wait. You told me you wanted
to become a total pig. Well, this is just your first lesson. Soon, you'll be
begging to eat my shit. You'll crave it. You'll have to have it or you'll die."

As I started saying this I felt him get a little more eager with his mouth. I
also started to see his cock respond. My dick was back at attention and I
started stroking it as I kept talking to him.

"Yes. Soon you won't be able to wait for me to feed you. And you'll be getting
all of my different kinds of turds. The solid ones like today and the messy
ones that'll I'll brew up for you later. You'll be drinking shit enemas. You'll
fall in love with puke, both the regular kind and shit-puke. And then, after
you've become a human shit hog, I'll introduce you to other kinds of shit. Dog
shit. Horse shit. Your diet will soon consist of only shit and piss. Think
about that as you lick my hole."

I saw his hand grab his cock and start to stroke. Hearing where I was going to
take him was turning him on. Eating my firm shit was now easy. It was going to
get harder and harder for him as time went on. I was working my cock and he was
working his.

I saw him start to get ready to come. And just at that moment, I pushed down
hard, feeding him the last remnants from my hole. Loose shit. Right into his
mouth. And as he greedily gulped it down, he shot his load onto the floor for
the second time. I came, knowing that I had found someone else I could turn
into a total animal.

He looked up at me and made eye contact.

"Please, sir. When can we meet again?"

Part 2 to follow.

If you liked it, let me know. If you want to flame me, don't waste your time.
If you want to lie under my rim-seat, I'm available, especially if you're in
Boston. I can be reached at Sxuldev8@hotmail.com.

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