****** Kelly's Toilet by loopy ******
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Kelly's Toilet


There was a guy in high school who completely intimidated me. His name was
Kelly and he was a big guy, good looking, popular, arrogant - you know the
type.

He liked to brag about his body, his strength, and his sexual exploits
(straight ones, of course). He was the kind of guy that all of the popular
students wanted to be seen with, and that all of the less popular students
hated with a passion. He wouldn't hesitate to step on others to make himself
look bigger and better, and he got a special thrill out of intimidating and
humiliating those who would never stand a chance against him in a fight. He
might best be described as a bully, although to my knowledge, he never actually
physically harmed anyone. He didn't have to - his size and his confidence were
enough to make others do what they could to make sure they didn't get on his
bad side.

Like most people outside of the most popular crowd, I avoided him as much as
possible. But my reasons were a bit different than most of the other students.
You see, I found his looks and his arrogance sexually appealing, and I would
often masturbate while fantasizing about him. In high school, my sexual
orientation was something that I kept locked up tight in the closet from
everyone - even my closest friends. Kelly would have been the very last person
I would ever have wanted to find out that I was gay, because it was the type of
information he would have used to torture me with endlessly.

Kelly liked to humiliate others. I'd seen it happen various times - usually in
fairly private places, like in the school's basement hallways or the washrooms.
One time, from a safe distance away, I had watched him command this smaller kid
to get down on his knees and kiss his ass. I felt sorry for the smaller kid -
because I knew he must have been feeling mortified - but a hard-on formed in my
pants as the action unfolded. I longed to be the one with Kelly's ass in my
face. For days after that incident, it was all I could concentrate on, and one
time, I managed to get behind Kelly between classes, following him up the
stairs. He ass was inches from my face as I was pushed by the rush of students
behind me. I tried to sniff at it, and hoped with all of my might that he would
let a fart escape just then - but I had no such luck.

There was a rumour that Kelly had pissed into one of the toilets in the boy's
washrooms, and then made another kid stick his face into the toilet while Kelly
flushed. I overheard several other students talking about it, and of course,
they were totally disgusted. But not me - I had to hold a book over the front
of my jeans to hide the bulge that had formed. After school, I went straight
home, and headed for my room. I jerked off three times just imagining Kelly
forcing my head into the toilet. Only in my fantasies, he'd taken a dump as
well, and my face was swirling in the toilet along with his piss and shit. And
then, he wanted to wipe his ass on my face...

Due to my fear of being labelled a "fag" in high school, I kept largely to
myself, a safe distance away from most of the other students. Not that I wasn't
masculine or anything. On the contrary, I was somewhat of a jock, and was
involved in a lot of sport activities. But the jocks in my high school were
largely popular, and were all sexually active - with girls, or course. I didn't
feel like I'd be able to hide my sexual orientation from them if I allowed them
to become too close to me. So I had a fairly small circle of friends, I
concentrated on doing well in my classes, and I spent a lot of free time on my
own - going for runs, working out, or whatever.

The fact that I was above average looking, fit, and good in sports, pretty much
caused Kelly to steer clear of abusing me like he did many of the other less
popular students. He preferred picking on the more helpless students, finding
pleasure in humiliating geekier students, those with bad acne, or those who
were awkward or painfully shy. I felt so sorry for those students, because they
were pretty much trapped in terms of his abuse.

There was no way anyone would ever tell on Kelly - they were all too afraid of
him. And because he was so popular, none of the other popular students would
ever stand up to him and defend those he chose to pick on - they'd be risking
their own status within the popular crowd. But I couldn't claim to be any
better than the other silent ones. I hated to see the weaker kids picked on,
but I was also completely turned on by the idea of being at Kelly's mercy. I
was too closeted and afraid to "volunteer" to be used by him in place of the
kids he was picking on. So instead, I remained silent, allowing the abuse to
continue during the school days, and returning home to masturbate and fantasize
about it in the evenings. In some ways, it was a perfect set-up for me -
because I could remain safely closeted while being exposed to tons of great
fantasy material.

One day, when I left class to take a leak, I walked into the boys washroom, and
came upon Kelly picking on some poor kid who was clearly much smaller than him.
As soon as I saw what was going on, I began to turn around to leave - I didn't
want to be anywhere near him while he was torturing some other kid, especially
in full view. What if I got a hard-on and he noticed?

Kelly had the kid standing in the corner with his back to the wall, and he was
saying to him, "My shoe lace is untied, and I don't feel like bending down
there to tie it up". My heart beat in excitement at what he was trying to force
the other kid to do, but I knew I had to leave in order to keep my feelings
hidden. But as I turned to go, the kid in the corner looked at me with the most
helpless, pathetic look. Guilt hit me in the stomach like a fist, and I just
couldn't leave him there at Kelly's mercy. I decided to say something to Kelly
to see if I could get him to stop.

"Hey Kelly", I said, my voice cracking slightly. "How about if you leave the
poor guy alone?".

Even as I said this, my mind was silently shouting at me, "What are you doing,
you idiot?" I knew that I was heading for trouble.

Both Kelly and the other kid looked at me with amazement in their eyes. The
geeky kid had a mixture of fear and relief on his face, but Kelly's look was
fierce and angry.

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up?", Kelly said to me, in a firm, measured
tone.

"Turn and leave", my mind was saying to me. But for some reason beyond my own
understanding, I ignored it.

"Kelly", I heard myself saying, "that poor kid has never done anything to you.
Why don't you just let him be?"

Kelly looked at me with hatred in his eyes. This was probably the first time in
his life that someone had actually stood up to him, and it was clear that he
was not enjoying the experience.

Much to my surprise, Kelly took a step back, and motioned for the geeky kid to
go. The kid took no time rushing past me and out the door of the washroom. Now
it was just Kelly and I alone, and I was feeling pretty nervous and
uncomfortable. I decided to try congratulating him for being such a good guy.
Maybe I could manage to turn this situation into a stroke to his ego, and save
myself from his anger.

"That was nice of you, Kelly. That poor guy was shaking like a leaf. The way he
ran out of here - I'm sure it made his day that you let him go". I smiled
weakly, recognizing how dumb I sounded.

Kelly walked up to me until he was just barely invading my personal space.
"That was nice of me, wasn't it?", he asked with a hint of sarcasm in his
voice.

I pretended not to notice the sarcasm. "It was", I said, smiling again. "You
see, you're not as bad a guy as they say you are".

My attempts at being friendly were clearly not impressing him. The ugly look on
his face made me fear that he would hit me - and I knew I stood no chance
against him in a fight. But perhaps being hit would be even better than having
him humiliate me - because if he happened to say something that turned me on
sexually, and my arousal became obvious to him, I knew that my high school days
would turn into a hell for the rest of the school year.

"There's only one problem", he said.

"What's that?"

"Well", he said, "my shoe lace is still untied".

He stared deep into my eyes as he said this, with a cold look on his face. I
could feel my heart starting to beat in my throat. Then his look relaxed a bit,
as he recognized fear in my eyes. He could tell that I was intimidated by him,
and I could see a small smile forming on his lips as he began feeling he had me
under his control.

"Tie it", he said.

I looked at him for a moment while my head was a whirlwind of thought. I knew I
had to obey him - what other choice was there?

"Tie it", he repeated.

I bent my legs and crouched down in front of him as the smile spread wide
across his face. I resented that I felt so trapped by his power over me, and
yet, his power was intoxicating to both of us - he was clearly enjoying his
sense of control, and I was humiliated and aroused at the same time.

I reached for his shoe lace.

"No", he said. "On your knees. I want you to do it while you're kneeling in
front of me".

My cock began to slightly stiffen at the thought of kneeling in front of him.
What do gay boys usually do when they're on their knees? But my mind screamed
at me, "Don't get a hard-on!". I allowed my body to fall forward until I was
kneeling at his feet. I reached over to his shoe and tied up the lace. I
started to get back up, relieved that I'd managed to keep my cock from becoming
obvious in my pants, and hopeful that I'd now be allowed to leave. But no such
luck - I felt Kelly's hand on my shoulder, holding me down in my kneeling
position.

"Uh uh", he said. "I want you to kiss my foot".

I looked up at his smiling face, then back down at his foot. I had never really
been into feet like some people are, and yet the thought of being forced to
submit to his command created more movement in my underwear. I was glad I was
on my knees, where I could keep the growing bulge hidden.

I bent forward so that I was bowing before him, and slowly moved my face toward
his grimy sneaker, until my lips touched it with a kiss. He bent down, grabbed
me by my hair, and pulled my face up so I was looking at him. He spit in my
face, laughed, and then without a word, he walked out of the bathroom and left
me kneeling there on the floor.

I got up and looked at my face in the mirror, a huge gob of his spit on my
cheek. I wiped it into my hand, went into one of the stalls, and used it to
lubricate my cock as I jerked myself frantically. Within seconds, I experienced
an intense orgasm. I quickly took a leak and headed back to class.

For the rest of the day, I thought about what had happened, turning it over and
over again in my mind. I counted myself lucky that the situation had allowed me
to become aroused without allowing Kelly to be aware of my arousal. But now I
wasn't sure what to expect in the days to come. Would he leave me alone, or was
I in for more?

Over the next couple of weeks, I was successful in avoiding Kelly. I didn't
want to push my luck and risk having him discover how much he turned me on. He
passed me in the hallway a few times between classes with a big smirk on his
face, but he didn't say a word to me. As the days passed, I grew more confident
that he was going to leave me alone. It gave me a feeling of relief, but mixed
with a feeling of regret. He had such an effect on my emotions that I felt
constantly troubled by him.

About three weeks after the incident in the washroom, when I had phys ed as my
last class of the day, I stayed late after class, throwing around a basketball
in the empty gym. It was probably about an hour after all of the other students
had left the school that I headed into the locker room to get ready to leave
myself. I was preparing to shower, and had stripped down to my underwear, when
I heard someone walking up behind me. I turned to see Kelly - he was fully
clothed, and had a big smirk on his face. I knew instantly that he had been
waiting for me, and my heart started to beat wildly in my chest.

I looked at Kelly's hand - he was holding a jock strap.

"My jock strap is dirty", he said, matter-of-factly.

I felt completely vulnerable standing in front of him in my underwear, and
breathed a silent prayer of thanks that I had not had the time to strip
completely naked before he'd approached me. But still, I became horrified at
the thought that he might say something to create a hard-on between my legs.
"Why don't you just leave me alone", I asked weakly, knowing full well that
there was no chance that he would do so.

"My jock strap is dirty", he said again, "and I want you to clean it".

I knew instantly that he was planning on stuffing it into my mouth, and I could
feel the blood begin to move into my cock. He walked up to me, and started to
reach toward my head in order to pull his jock strap over my face. I knew that
if I allowed him to do so, my cock would jump to attention and he would
instantly recognize me as a "fag". I quickly put my hands up to try to stop
him, and he violently pushed me up against the wall, pushing his face very
close to mine. The force of him pushing me into the wall, mixed with the fear
pounding in my chest, made me feel out of breath. It also caused me to lose the
erection that had been forming between my legs, much to my relief.

Kelly was practically spitting in my face as he spoke again. "My fucking jock
strap is fucking dirty, and I want you to clean it for me!".

He placed his hands on my shoulders, and I could feel him forcing me to my
knees before him. I managed to hold my cock between my legs, hoping that I
could conceal its movement from Kelly as he stood over me. Once again, he moved
to place his jock strap over my face. This time, I didn't resist.

I could smell the sweat and piss in his jock as he positioned the pouch over my
face. "Now suck it", he said, as he placed his fingers on the jock outside of
my mouth, and began pushing it past my lips.

I did as he commanded and started sucking on his jock strap. My cock was
becoming harder, but I managed to keep it hidden between my legs. "I'm sucking
Kelly's piss!", I thought to myself. But my cock continued to grow, so I
quickly tried to think of something else. "I'm not really here", I thought.
"I'm somewhere else, doing something very boring - something that doesn't
excite me at all". I concentrated hard on losing my erection, and felt it
slowly melting between my legs.

Suddenly I heard Kelly say, "Now get up", as he pulled the jock strap off of my
face and tossed it aside.

I stayed on my knees for a moment, trying to decide how to get myself out of
this predicament. I had largely lost my erection, but knew that I was still
semi-erect.

"What?", he said sarcastically, "do you want to stay on your knees at my
feet?". He laughed as he said this, and then reached over and grabbed me hair,
pulling me upwards. "I said: 'Get up'."

The pain of him pulling my hair helped me lose a bit more of my erection as I
was pulled to my feet, and I hoped against all hope that what remained wasn't
too obvious. I noticed Kelly looking at it with confusion on his face. It
seemed like he was trying to figure out if it was actually hard or not. He
looked into my eyes with a half-smile on his lips, but said nothing about it.

"Better go take your shower", he said, giving me a shove toward the showers. I
didn't argue with him, thinking that he was done humiliating me for the day,
and that he was letting me go. Perhaps I had escaped again.

I walked into the shower area, tossed off my underwear, and began to wash
myself. I didn't want to look to see if Kelly had left, fearing that if he saw
me do so, it would just make him decide to return again. I took my time, hoping
that I'd given him plenty of time to leave the locker room. I was dying to jerk
my cock off, but I convinced myself to wait until I was home - I certainly
didn't want him to catch me masturbating.

Suddenly, much to my surprise, he walked into the shower room as well -
completely naked. I was amazed to see his very large, soft cock between his
legs. I could certainly see that he hadn't been exaggerating when I'd overheard
him bragging about how big it was.

I could feel my own cock beginning to get hard again, so I quickly turned to
face the wall away from Kelly. I wasn't sure what the hell he was doing there,
but I assumed he'd decided to continue trying to humiliate me, and had come to
the shower room with that purpose in mind.

To my surprise, he didn't speak, and just stood under a shower across from me,
washing himself. I decided to finish up and leave, hoping that he'd just let me
go. I made sure that my cock had completely lost its erection, and then I
turned off the water to leave.

I had to pass him on my way out, and as I did, he stepped toward me. "You
missed a spot", he said, and then he started pissing on my leg. I was in
complete shock. The idea of having him piss on me was something I'd fantasized
about so many times. And now, here he was, doing just that. My cock shot
straight out and I was completely mortified. It was painfully clear that Kelly
was very aware of my erection this time. He stopped pissing on me, and began
laughing so hard he doubled over. He had to lean up against the wall to keep
himself from falling over as he continued to laugh. My erection only grew
harder as I stood there, completely mortified, wondering what the hell was
going to happen next.

When Kelly finally calmed down enough to speak, he looked at me and stated the
obvious: "So, I guess that turned you on".

I said nothing as he chuckled some more.

"I guess that means you're gay", he said.

Again, I said nothing.

"You're a gay faggot, and you get turned on by being pissed on". He chuckled
again.

"Do you get turned on by shit, too?", he asked with a smile. My cock jumped
when he said this, and a look of disbelief came over his face.

"Oh my God", he said incredulously. "You get turned on by shit".

I had lost the ability to speak, and I just stood there - my most secret
fantasies exposed to the very last person in the world who I wanted to know
about them.

"This is too good", he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is just too
fucking good".

Deep down, I knew what was coming next.

Kelly turned to look at me. "Do you know how much the idea of shitting in your
mouth turns me on?", he asked, with a huge smile on his face. "That's the
ultimate power over someone". I continued to say nothing. What was there to
say?

"I guess you'd better get back down on your knees", he said, trying not to
laugh. I knelt before him.

Kelly stepped up to me, his big cock dangling in my face. "Take the fucker in
your mouth". I wrapped my lips around his cock, my own cock still fully erect.
My mind was a mix of fear and pleasure as I knelt that way, with his soft cock
in my mouth. I tried not to think about how this moment would change my entire
future at high school. I looked up into his eyes just as he started to piss. I
gulped it back, all the while watching him look down at me with a mixture of
power and disbelief playing over his face.

"Drink it down, faggot", he said, over and over as I sucked the warm piss down
my throat.

As the last few spurts of piss splashed through my lips, he let out a loud
fart. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said: "Smell it!". I sniffed at
the air, smelling the strong aroma of his fart as he shook his head at my
subservience.

"Now lay down on your back".

I obeyed him, and watched as he positioned himself with one foot on either side
of my chest, facing my feet. He lowered his ass down over my face.

Just then, to my complete horror, I heard the sound of someone else entering
the locker room. Kelly heard it too, and immediately stood up and walked toward
the doorway to the shower room, to see who it was. I moved to get up as well,
but he commanded me to stay where I was.

"It's Jeff!", Kelly announced, with excitement in his voice.

My heart sank. Jeff was one of Kelly's best friends, with a reputation just
about as bad as Kelly's in terms of the way he treated others. "Come on back
here, Jeff!", Kelly yelled from the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing here at this late hour?", I could hear Jeff's
voice growing louder as he walked toward the shower room.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you", Kelly replied, as Jeff walked into the
shower doorway. He looked at me lying on the floor. I was relieved that I'd
lost my erection by that point, although I knew my relief would not last long.
"What the fuck...?", Jeff asked.

"Don't ask", Kelly said. "Just watch".

And with that, he resumed his position standing over me. I caught sight of a
complete look of amazement on Jeff's face before Kelly's ass blocked my vision.

Kelly placed his ass over my nose just as a loud fart escaped his hole. The
stench was overpowering. Kelly started to laugh as uncontrollably as he had
been earlier on, and I could hear the sound of Jeff's laughter joining him. "He
likes it", Kelly managed to say through his laughter. "The faggot actually
likes it".

"He does?", Jeff asked, with total amazement in his voice.

"Sure", Kelly said. "Look at the hard-on it gives him".

Kelly raised his ass slightly off of me and turned so that he could look down
at my face. "You like it, don't you, faggot?", he asked.

I didn't respond.

The anger I had seen in Kelly's eyes so many times in the past returned to his
face. "You like it, faggot, don't you?", he said more forcefully.

"I like it", I said weakly.

"I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

"I said, 'I like it'.", I repeated.

I could see a huge smile on Jeff's face. He was clearly impressed with Kelly.

"You want my shit, don't you faggot?", Kelly said.

"I want your shit", I said.

"Then beg me for it".

I was mortified, but felt trapped. I knew that resisting would only prolong the
inevitable.

"Please", I said, "I beg you to shit on me".

"Beg more. Let's hear the sincerity", he said, sounding high on the power he
had over me.

"Please", I repeated, "please, please, I beg you to shit on me".

"In your mouth?"

"Yes. In my mouth. I beg you to shit in my mouth".

More laughter from both Kelly and Jeff. I was wishing they'd just get it over
with, but they were enjoying drawing it out, making me squirm while I awaited
my fate.

Finally, Kelly sat his ass back down on my face. I could sense Jeff getting
down on the floor beside me, to watch from close up as Kelly used me as his
toilet.

"Open up", Kelly said with a laugh.

He pulled his ass up a couple of inches from my face, so that Jeff could get a
better view of the action.

I could see Kelly's hole begin to open and the end of a dark brown turd poke
its way out. "Here it comes", he said, as if I didn't know. "Take it right into
your mouth".

"Fuck, that stinks!", Jeff said, holding his hand over his nose.

"Sure does", Kelly said, with a smile in his voice.

The end of the fat log pushed past my lips and into my mouth. I started to gag,
causing both Kelly and Jeff to laugh again.

The turd pushed its way back toward my throat. "Bite into it", Kelly said.

I bit into the turd, and Kelly pulled himself off of me slightly, turning so he
could watch me. "Chew it up", he commanded. "Eat the whole fucking thing".

I chewed on his shit until it was mush in my mouth.

"Now swallow", he said.

I swallowed down the shit, fighting not to gag again.

Kelly sat back down on my face, feeding me the remainder of the shit up his
ass. Every once in a while, he'd turn to watch me chew it up and swallow. He
was clearly enjoying the complete power and control he had over me.

Finally, with a laugh he said, "All done". I assumed we were through, but not
quite. "Lick it clean now".

I licked his ass like a dog, cleaning all the remaining shit from the pink hole
and the dark hairs. When he was satisfied that I was all done, he stood up.

"Too bad I had you drink all of my piss earlier", Kelly stated. Otherwise I
could help you wash down that shit".

"I have to piss", Jeff volunteered with a smile.

"Good", Kelly said. "Kneel in front of Jeff, faggot".

I pushed myself to my knees in front of Jeff. He laughed as he looked down at
me, unzipping his jeans. He held his cock several inches from my face and began
pissing into my open mouth. Every once in a while, he'd jerk his cock slightly,
causing his piss to spray in my face, smiling as he did so.

"Well faggot", Kelly said laughing, "You might want to take another shower now,
to wash my shit off your face".

Kelly and Jeff turned to leave. I could hear them talking as Kelly dressed
himself, around the corner, away from my view.

"Can you fucking believe that?", Kelly was asking. "Just think of how much fun
we'll have with that faggot once we let the other guys know about him".

I could hear the sound of their laughter fading as they walked out of the
locker room and down into the hallway of the school.

I lay there on the floor, with piss and shit on my face. I grabbed hold of my
cock, and frantically started to jerk. I had the most intense orgasm of my
life.

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