****** Down the Road to Raunchland (Part 3) by Sxuldev8 ******
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Down the Road to Raunchland (Part 3)


Another journey, fantasy this time, into the world of male raunch sex. A bit
more intense than my usual fare, but if you ask me nice, I'll tell you about
the inspiration for the story. If you've read parts one and two, you'll see
that the characters have been changed and also the perspective. I hope you
won't mind.

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If you are over legal age and are repulsed by sex between men that involves
domination, shit, piss, and vomit, you should find something else to read.

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Down the Road to Raunchland (Part 3)

I'm sitting on the floor by the open window. Performing my job for my master.
He says I'm decent at it, but could be better. But by doing my job, I'm earning
my keep. My master knows that I have to do some job, but it was hard to find a
job that this lowlife piece of scum, which is what I am, can do. Maybe I should
tell you about it.

I don't know where it started. It could have been that my parents got a great
kick out of seeing their 12-year-old son drunk. But I started drinking early,
and often, much to their amusement. And since they were druggies, I guess that
they thought I should try them along with them and their friends. And my dad
decided that his boy should give lip service to all his friends when they came
over to watch football and baseball games. So I was taught to be a cock-sucker
when I was 14. It wasn't long before I was getting fucked while I was giving
blow-jobs.

I didn't think about it very much. I guess I thought that this was what home
life was supposed to be. I barely went to school, and when I was there I did my
best to make myself invisible. Didn't hang out with anyone. Just tried to
survive.

When I turned 16, my dad told me to go find a job to help out the family. So I
did. Pumping gas at a gas station. I wasn't very good making change, so they
fired me. Went to work in the car wash, drying cars. That was ok. But I started
to get sick from the wax and cleaners they used. So I had to quit.

All the while, my dad was telling me how worthless I was. He said the only
thing I was good for was to fuck or to give blow-jobs. And I liked that. I
loved taking it up the ass. And I loved having a man's dick down inside my
throat. I got a job bagging groceries, $6.75/hour, about $3.00 take home. Dad
took $2.00 and gave me $1.00. Said it was about all I was worth. That went on
until I was 19.

I was settling into a groove, servicing dad and his friends and bagging
groceries. Then Bill showed up. Bill was our new next door neighbor. And one
day dad invited him over to watch a game and drink a few beers. About the
seventh inning, dad called me into the room.

"Want you to meet Bill. Our new neighbor," he said. I started walking over to
Bill to shake his hand. Then dad said, "Bill, this boy is a fucking faggot
slut. If you ever get horny for a blow-job or a hot ass to fuck, this boy will
take care of you. He's not good for much of anything, but he does have a hot
mouth and a good boy-hole for fucking."

As dad finished saying that, I was just about in front of Bill. He looked at
me, smiled, and asked, "Is that true, boy?"

I looked down at my shoes and answered, "Yes, sir, it is."

I never even saw the hand that slapped my face. All I know is that one minute I
was looking at my shoes, and the next second it felt like my head was going to
go flying off my neck. "When I speak to you, you look at me boy. You got that?"
Bill shouted at me.

I quickly looked at him and answered, "Yes, sir."

Dad was laughing his head off. He thought that my getting slapped was the
funniest thing he'd seen. "Well, it looks like my boy is going to get some
training. Training that I guess he needs."

Bill looked at my dad. "I'll train him. I'll train him good. But you have to
give him up to me for a month."

Dad just laughed some more and said, "Sure. Just give him back when you're done
with him."

Bill looked at me again. "Get your things. You're moving in with me."

"Yes, sir," was all I could say.

That afternoon, I moved in. Bill sat me down in a chair and started asking
questions. Questions about me, school, my job, everything. He wanted to know
how I felt about being a sex toy for my dad and his friends. He then asked me
about my ambitions.

"I dunno," was all I could answer.

"What do you mean, 'you don't know?'" his voice rising in anger.

I cringed back in the chair. "I dunno. I never thought about it. Bagging
groceries is ok. I just don't know."

"Well, boy, the one thing you do seem to be able to do is service men. If
that's the one thing you're good at, we just need to get you better at it.
Strip."

I got up out of the chair and took off my clothes. I wasn't bad for a 19-year-
old. About 5'10", 150 pounds, no fat to speak of but not muscular either, brown
hair, brown eyes; nothing special, nothing extraordinary. People never gave me
a second look.

"Turn around, spread your legs, bend over, and grab your ankles." I did as I
was told. I heard him get up out of his chair and I heard a zipper go down.
"Stay right there."

I felt a wad of spit hit my hole. Then I felt a finger rubbing the surface of
my hole. The next thing I felt was a blinding pain in my ass ring. He'd grabbed
my hips and pulled me back onto his dick while at the same time thrusting into
me. The combination of the two meant that his cock was buried in my ass in less
than a second it seemed. And his cock was big.

"AAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed
at the top of my lungs.

Then I felt him push my ass off his dick. Then I felt him pull me back down
onto him.

"Noooooooooooooooo. Please. You're killing me. Stop, pleassssssseeeeeee!" I
begged.

"Shut up cunt-boy. You're going to learn to take man-dick any way that any man
sees fit to give it to you. And the only words you're going to be saying in one
month is 'please sir, give me more.' Now shut up and take it like the whore you
are."

While he was saying this, he was pile-driving my ass. On the out strokes it
felt like my entire ass was going to get pulled out of my body. On the in
strokes, I thought he was trying to get his cock-head up against my heart.

"Oh God. Please. Stop. It hurts. It hurts too much. Please. Stop. No more." I
was babbling at him. My ass hurt so much that I thought I was going to pass
out.

"Take my cock boy. You'll be begging me for it soon." I felt one hard thrust
and he at the same time jammed my butt back onto his crotch. Maybe he was going
to cum and it would be over. I had some hope after all.

He held me in position, his dick buried in my ass. And then I started to feel
it. At first I thought he was coming. But I didn't feel the usual pulses of cum
on my ass ring that I had felt when other guys had fucked me. This was more
continuous. Then it hit me.

He was pissing inside my ass. I started to raise up, but he pushed me back down
with one hand.

"Here's some more training for you boy. Not only are you a whore, but I'm going
to turn you into a pig. A slut pig. And a hot piss enema is the way your
training is going to start."

I felt my ass getting fuller and fuller. Like I was about to burst. Then I felt
him start to fuck me some more. Slowly. But as his cock slid in and out of my
ass, I could feel the liquid in there getting churned. And I was getting turned
on by it.

"I thought so boy. I see your cock starting to rise up. Good boy. Gonna make a
pig of you yet. Now, I'm going to pull out of your ass, and I want you to clamp
down tight. Hold it all in you, don't spill a drop."

I felt his prick leave my ass. He walked away, but returned very quickly. I
felt something pushing at my hole.

"Let this plug in boy. It'll make it easier for you to hold onto my piss."

I did as he told me to do. And I felt the plug getting pushed into my ass. Once
it was in, he grabbed a bulb that was dangling from the plug and started
squeezing it. As he squeezed, I felt the plug get bigger and bigger in my ass.

When I was just about to complain about it hurting because it was too big, he
stopped. He then stepped around in front of me. "Clean my cock, boy," was all
he said to me.

I raised up from my heads down position and got a look at his cock for the
first time. It was huge. It must have been at least 9" long. And thick. Very
thick. It stuck out from his body straight, except the head of it curved down a
little because it was so heavy. His nuts were swinging low, hanging off his
cock. They were egg sized and shaped.

And his cock was filthy. The head of it had bits of shit on it. The ridge under
the head, which was very big, was caked in my shit. And there were streaks of
my shit all along the shaft. It was shiny and dirty. And I just opened my
mouth.

I don't know why that happened, but when I saw his shit covered cock I knew
what to do. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. And I licked the head of
his massive prong.

"Oh yes," he said. "I knew you were a pig-boy from the moment I laid eyes on
you. Take it, boy."

I started to go down onto his cock-head. Sucking it. Cleaning it. My cock was
at rock solid hard attention as I tasted shit for the first time. I was amazing
myself. I couldn't believe it, but I didn't care. All I knew was that I just
had to clean his cock for him. It was my job, my duty, what I had to do.

I started making noises as I was cleaning. Little grunting noises. My hole
ached and my ass was full. And I had my mouth on a shit covered man-dick. And I
was in heaven.

I came. Without touching myself, I shot my load. It landed on his legs. I was
so overwhelmed by it all, that I just fell to my knees. The only thing that
kept me from falling over was that I still had his dick in my mouth.

"Finish it up, pig-boy. There's still some shit on my dick that you missed," he
said to me. And I did. Willingly. Gladly. And about the time that the last bit
of crap was into my mouth, he came. Filled my mouth with his sperm. And I
swallowed it, without his having to tell me to.

After I swallowed, I started to pull back off his dick. My mind had imploded. I
had no idea about what had just happened to me, but I knew somehow that I was
now an entirely differently person.

He put his hand on the back of my head and held me there. "You're not done
yet," he said. And then I felt my mouth filling up again. With his piss. The
last of it. As my mouth filled up, I swallowed. I was drinking his piss. Right
after eating his cum. And tasting my shit off his cock.

He looked down at me with a bit of smile on his face. "Your training has
started, pig-boy. Now all we have to do is a few things to finish this first
lesson." He walked away from me and came back with a bucket.

"Squat over the bucket, pig-boy," he said.

I did as I was told. I felt my will power, what little I already had, slipping
away. I felt him fiddle with the plug in my ass. And then I felt my ass empty
out into the bucket. The piss and the shit slopping into the bucket. It felt so
good to empty my ass, it had been aching so badly. After I was done, I fell to
the floor, exhausted and shattered.

I looked up and saw him take a bowl. After setting the bowl on the floor, he
poured some of the bucket contents into the bowl. He then moved the bowl in
front of me.

"Drink," was all he said.

As I started to put my face into the bowl to drink up what was in the bowl, I
felt my cock get hard again. I started slurping up what my ass had produced. It
was wonderful. I finished in a hurry. It was so good. He filled the bowl again.

This bowl had more solid shit in it. I drank/ate it fast. Then another bowl
full. Much more solid. As I ate it, devouring it, my cock throbbed more. As I
licked the last of the bowl clean, I shot again. Even though I'd cum about a
half hour earlier, it seemed like I shot just as much the second time.

"You know what you are, pig-boy?" he asked.

"I'm a pig, sir. A piss and shit eating pig," I replied. I trembled as I said
it, realizing the truth of what I was just saying. I began to realize my true
calling.

"Yes you are. And I'm going to make sure that your training in who you are is
complete."

With that, he reached one hand down and shoved it in my mouth, pulling my lower
jaw down. My mouth was wide open. He then shoved two fingers into my mouth, all
the way to the back of my throat. And he wiggled them.

I felt myself getting ready to puke. My eyes got wide. I looked up at him with
fear in my eyes. "It's part of your training, shit-boy," he said. He grabbed
the bucket and set it in front of me. One more thrust into my mouth. And I
hurled.

Shit and piss and bile and everything left my stomach and heaved into the
bucket. I opened my eyes. And what I saw in that bucket made my cock throb
again. It was wonderful. Beautiful. My mouth started drooling again.

"I thought so," he said. "Want it?"

I quickly nodded yes and reached for the bowl. I handed it to him, with longing
in my eyes. I needed it. I had to have it. I had to taste the filth. I was a
pig, and a pig loves filth.

Once again, he fed me from the bucket. And once again, I came. I was
devastated. I had found my calling.

"Thank you, sir," was all I was able to say to him.

And my true training began from that moment forward. I quickly came to find out
that my favorite place to be was under a rim-seat, waiting for my man to feed
me. I came to realize that large quantity turd eating was better than any other
dinner I could eat in a fine restaurant.

I fell in love with shit-puke. He'd feed me his load. Then we'd hang for an
hour or so. Then I'd puke it back up and eat it again. I loved that most of
all, I think. Recycling everything.

I'd open my mouth for piss and become a human urinal every time he said he had
to take a leak.

When I was asleep at night and felt a hand whack my head, I'd open my mouth to
take his night piss. Then towards the end of the month into my training, he did
something that even I wasn't prepared for.

I walked home, afraid to tell him what had just happened at work. I'd loaded
some bags too heavy for the customers one too many times, I guess. So I had
just been fired from the grocery store. I now didn't have a job and didn't know
what was going to happen to me.

When I walked into the house, I stripped naked as I always did. And sat on the
floor by the door waiting for him to come home. When he walked into the house,
I opened my mouth as I'd been trained to do and drank his afternoon piss. But
he could tell that something was wrong.

"What's going on, boy?" he asked.

"I lost my job, sir. They said I fucked up one too many times," I said in fear.

"That means you'll have to find some other way of earning your keep then, won't
you?" he inquired.

"I guess so, sir. But I'm not sure what I can do, sir," I replied.

"Well, you are good at being a toilet, aren't you, pig-boy?"

"Yes, sir."

He smiled and said, "Well then, you can have a job as this house's toilet. Go
get the wrench."

I went into the basement and returned to him, handing him the wrench. I
followed him into the bathroom and watched him unbolt the toilet from the
floor. He picked up the toilet and carried it into the garage. When he
returned, he had one of his rim-seats in his hands. He set it where the toilet
used to be and turned to me.

"We won't need the toilet anymore, while you're here. Anytime anyone has to use
the bathroom, no matter who it is, you are to immediately assume your position
under the rim-seat. Understood?"

I felt my cock responding, thrilled with the idea of finally finding a job I
could handle. "Yes sir!" I responded enthusiastically. "I'm ready."

And so I took on the first job I was truly good at. Whenever Bill had people
over, I was naked and ready whenever someone had to use the bathroom. I got to
anticipate when he'd have people over for a party. I wanted their shit and
piss. I needed it. People complimented me on my ability to eat turd. It made me
feel good to know that people thought that I had done a good job of sucking the
turd from their butt and then tongue cleaning their asses. Tongue toilet paper.

Sometimes, they'd drink too much and I'd get their puke. I looked forward to
those nights.

Then one day, after feeding me my shit meal and piss drink, Bill said to me,
"You need a day job."

"Yes sir."

"I have just the job for you, pig-boy. This house has always had a problem with
flies. And you're going to be my flycatcher."

I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. "I don't understand, sir."

He smiled at me, more of a leer actually. "Well, pi-gboy, you know that flies
are attracted to shit, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well then, you're going to be my human flycatcher. You're going to spend the
day with shit in your mouth, waiting for flies to land on that shit. You'll
swallow each fly you catch, put more shit in your mouth, and catch more flies."

I felt my cock jump to erection with the thought of what I was going to be
doing. "Oh, yes sir."

"When I get home, you're going to puke up what's in your stomach so you can
prove to me how many flies you've caught. For each fly, I'll pay you $1.00. Of
course, you'll eat your puke after we've counted."

I came. Wasn't touching my cock or anything, but I came.

So, for the past week, I've been sitting near the window, shit in my mouth.
Trying to catch flies onto the shit. Every time one lands, I close my mouth and
swallow. Of course, that means I need more shit to set the trap again. But
between mine and his, I usually have enough.

Last night, after catching about 20 flies during the day, he said to me, "Well,
you've found your calling, haven't you?"

I agreed that this was the best job I could ever hope for.

He then told me that the flies were still a problem and that we needed better
bait.

When I looked puzzled at him, he responded, "Well, I can always swing by the
park where the horse drawn carriages carry passengers. I've heard that horse
shit is much more attractive to flies than human shit. What do you think?"

My only response was to shoot another load of cum.

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