****** Ged's Fantasy by Stu Bers ******
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Ged's Fantasy


Ged was working for a football team in Twinnings. They weren't a bad team and
they had a shot at winning the division title. Ged was more than a manager in
that he worked in the office during the week and also helped on the field and
in the clubhouse. Twinnings were to meet their rivals from across town. If they
beat them, there was an excellent chance at capturing the division title.
However, they lost a close match based on a very poor call by the referee. Even
the victors admitted the call was poor. The team entered the clubhouse in a
very bad mood. Spires, the captain was in an exceptionally bad mood. He was
throwing things around. He tossed a chair that landed by Ged's head.

"Hey, Spires, take off the ref's head, not mine."

"Listen, twerp, I'm pissed, so just stay out of my way."

"No problem, but I like my head where it is."

"Fuck you."

"Eat shit."

That was something Ged should never have said. With that, Spires went into the
closet at the back of the clubhouse and took out a huge board. It had hooks and
buckles on it in a rather weird configuration. He threw it on the floor and
Spires and some of the other players grabbed Ged and threw him to the floor.
They ripped off his shirt and pulled his arms out and buckled them to the
board. There was another buckle that kept Ged's head firmly in place. Ged's
other clothing was taken off. Heavy weights were placed in such a manner that
Ged could not move his legs.

"Now, asshole, what was that last comment? Let's see who's going to eat some
shit."

Spires pulled down his pants, and squatted above Ged's head. "Listen, if you
think you're not going to eat, think again. You may shut your mouth now, but I
guarantee a method of your eating all we can dish out."

At that, Spires' asshole grew and opened and a long 10" log came out. It landed
squarely on Ged's face.

"Gentlemen, this is simple. Watch carefully." Spires reached in and grabbed
Ged's nose. Ged had this nasty habit called breathing. Simply put, with his
arms in belts, unable to move, his legs held in place, Ged had no recourse but
to open his mouth to breathe. Spires forced his load into Ged's mouth. "If you
want to breathe, numskull, swallow and you can breathe through your mouth."
Spires fed Ged the entire log.

Robertson had a great idea. "Why don't we just tape his nose shut. Then it's a
done deal. If he wants to breathe, he'll have to eat." It didn't take long to
do the deed. Robertson was next. He squatted over Ged's mouth and farted. The
smell was putrid. But not as bad as what followed. He laid a hard log, seven
inches long into Ged's throat. Ged held it in his mouth as if it were a dick.
"Suck it, you son of a bitch." Not having much choice, Ged made some slurping
sounds. He forced it out of his mouth with his tongue to catch his breath.
Robertson picked it up and placed it in Ged's mouth. "Bite it." Ged bit. "Chew
it up." Ged chewed. "Only when it's good and chewed, swallow." Ged chewed
quickly to be able to get another breath. After he breathed, Robertson put the
remaining part of the turd in Ged's mouth.

One by one the guys used Ged as a toilet. Spires came back, put his dick into
Ged's mouth. "Drink, asshole," and Ged started to swallow Spires' urine.
Robertson, Meadows, Bailey, and Corning all shat on and into Ged. Matthews came
and moved the men away. Without a word, Matthews sat above Ged's face and had a
load of diarrhoea over Ged's face. The smell was awful. The load landed not
only on Ged's face, but leaked onto the floor as well. Ged needed to breath and
ate Matthews brown elixir.

"You know, Ged, once we release you, you're not finished until the floor is
cleaned up. You have to lick the shit up as well."

There was one more player who needed to use the toilet slave. Rogers. Now
Rogers was known to be a shit man. When he used a conventional toilet, everyone
knew the odors would be legion. No one wanted to follow Rogers into the
bathroom. That's on a good day. Now, Rogers, a rather large man, known for his
wild eating habit, came and hunkered over Ged. Ged's eyes grew wide in fright.
He too knew of Roger's reputation. Rogers was about to outdo himself. Rogers
started to defecate onto Ged. Ged held his breath as long as he could. He
opened and started to eat Roger's shit. Roger scooted back and continued to
shit over Ged's chest. He continued back and shat on Ged's cock. The odor was
outrageous. There must have been 30 inches of shit on Ged.

Ged finished eating what was on his face. A mirror was brought over so he could
see what the rest of his body looked like. It was just lying there. But Rogers
was so pissed at losing this game, he took the shit on Ged and rubbed it all
over Ged's body. Not one area was left clean. Then Rogers took his hand and
thrust it in Ged's face. "Clean me up, dick."

Not having a choice, Ged licked Rogers' hand clean. By this time, most of the
guys had to piss again. They gathered around Ged and pissed all over his body.
Most of the shit slid off him onto the floor. Getting tired, they released Ged
from the board and buckles. "Now clean this shit up. This will teach you to
keep your mouth shut."

Ged licked and ate the floor clean. The team thought that they were punishing
Ged for his words. What they didn't know was that Ged had been a shit eater for
years. They fulfilled a great fantasy of his. He knew that he would never keep
his mouth shut. His only question was, who would he tell to "eat shit" next?

Comments and suggestions, write me at sbers@hotmail.com

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