The Recycler Boy – Part 20

As i hung up the phone, i started questioning what i had gotten myself into. But my instructions were clear. I walked into the kitchen, set the timer on the microwave for 31 minutes hit start and walked back to the living room to follow Sir’s instructions. I picked up the diaper, it was starting to cool off, but was still super heavy with my piss, and put it over my face. As the world grew darker, I knew my weekend was just beginning and I’d probably be looking at something like this the rest of the weekend. My cock was hard almost the moment that I put the diaper up to my face, so it didn’t take much for me to start stroking myself and getting close. Hell, I didn’t even really have to fantasize about anything, everything I could have possibly imagined or wanted was either happening or was going to happen at some point during the weekend.

I tried to pace myself, to get myself close to cumming every 6 minutes – no clue how I timed it! The first two times I was pretty good about getting close, but I knew where the line was, and while I had to work to stop myself from cumming, I didn’t have to think about a naked Barbara Bush or anything like that thankfully. The third time was a bit harder, I was thinking about what it was going to be like to hand over control to Dave – I would have no say in what I ate or drank, what might happen to me or anything. And this whole time, I was getting those glorious wafts of the smell of piss in my face, and I couldn’t do much about it. As I was getting close on the fourth time, a thought crossed my mind and I stopped stroking my cock completely. The smell of piss was right in front of my nose, but why shouldn’t I taste it as I was smelling it! I took a big breath in through my mouth, then stuck my tongue out and took a lick of the diaper. The taste was no where near as strong as it had been when I was drinking it from the glass, but I could taste it, and it was awesome. Without having to touch myself, I was close again! I moved my hand down to my cock, and very lightly played with it, not enough to get me any closer, but enough to keep me right on the edge.

I knew then it was going to be almost impossible not to cum before the night was out – I was FUCKED. How the hell was I going to get myself close at least two more times, while having the warm, wet diaper on my face, getting to smell and taste the sensation – but not being able to cum. I knew it was a test, and I knew I couldn’t fail or I’d face serious punishment. Dave might even cancel the weekend if I couldn’t follow these simple instructions. I sat back and started playing with myself again – using knuckles of my hand, I ran up and down my hard cock starting slowly at first, and then moving faster and faster. I wanted to cum so badly – and I was close for the fifth time in less than 30 minutes. If you haven’t tried it, see if you can get yourself close 6 times in 30 minutes without cumming – trust me it isn’t easy. By the fifth time – the intensity of the need to cum ran from my cock all the way down to my feet. I had to grab my balls and pull – HARD to stop myself from cumming. It was so close that if a breeze had blown through my place, it would have been game over. I would have been done.

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The Recycler Boy – Part 21

As i hung up the phone, i started questioning what i had gotten myself into. But my instructions were clear. I walked into the kitchen, set the timer on the microwave for 31 minutes hit start and walked back to the living room to follow Sir’s instructions. I picked up the diaper, it was starting to cool off, but was still super heavy with my piss, and put it over my face. As the world grew darker, I knew my weekend was just beginning and I’d probably be looking at something like this the rest of the weekend. My cock was hard almost the moment that I put the diaper up to my face, so it didn’t take much for me to start stroking myself and getting close. Hell, I didn’t even really have to fantasize about anything, everything I could have possibly imagined or wanted was either happening or was going to happen at some point during the weekend.

I tried to pace myself, to get myself close to cumming every 6 minutes – no clue how I timed it! The first two times I was pretty good about getting close, but I knew where the line was, and while I had to work to stop myself from cumming, I didn’t have to think about a naked Barbara Bush or anything like that thankfully. The third time was a bit harder, I was thinking about what it was going to be like to hand over control to Dave – I would have no say in what I ate or drank, what might happen to me or anything. And this whole time, I was getting those glorious wafts of the smell of piss in my face, and I couldn’t do much about it. As I was getting close on the fourth time, a thought crossed my mind and I stopped stroking my cock completely. The smell of piss was right in front of my nose, but why shouldn’t I taste it as I was smelling it! I took a big breath in through my mouth, then stuck my tongue out and took a lick of the diaper. The taste was no where near as strong as it had been when I was drinking it from the glass, but I could taste it, and it was awesome. Without having to touch myself, I was close again! I moved my hand down to my cock, and very lightly played with it, not enough to get me any closer, but enough to keep me right on the edge.

I knew then it was going to be almost impossible not to cum before the night was out – I was FUCKED. How the hell was I going to get myself close at least two more times, while having the warm, wet diaper on my face, getting to smell and taste the sensation – but not being able to cum. I knew it was a test, and I knew I couldn’t fail or I’d face serious punishment. Dave might even cancel the weekend if I couldn’t follow these simple instructions. I sat back and started playing with myself again – using knuckles of my hand, I ran up and down my hard cock starting slowly at first, and then moving faster and faster. I wanted to cum so badly – and I was close for the fifth time in less than 30 minutes. If you haven’t tried it, see if you can get yourself close 6 times in 30 minutes without cumming – trust me it isn’t easy. By the fifth time – the intensity of the need to cum ran from my cock all the way down to my feet. I had to grab my balls and pull – HARD to stop myself from cumming. It was so close that if a breeze had blown through my place, it would have been game over. I would have been done.

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Urinal Boy 5: In The Bushes

Bryan Marshall was only on his fourth beer, but Chip and Ronnie were pretty much wasted at that point. They were all sitting on the hood of a beat-up, abandoned Gremlin by the side of the railroad tracks, smoking, drinking and having a good time for themselves. Ronnie was leaning over on Bryan's shoulder, and kept drunkenly repeating the same question over and over. "Yeah, Marshall, but what did she smell like?" "What the fuck do you think she smelled like? She smelled like pussy! Aint you ever smelled a pussy?" Bryan was starting to get a little irritated at his inebriated friend. "Course, I smelled lotsa pussy, but what I wanna know is what this particular pussy smelled like!" "Smelled like a fuckin' pussy, you retard! I bet you never smelled one. Hell, Ronnie, I bet you never even SEEN one!" "Now I really gotta take a leak!" Chip exclaimed, jumping off the hood of the car. He landed wrong and twisted his ankle. "Oh fuck!" he moaned. "Have another beer and you won't feel a thing!" Bryan laughed. "Yeah, I'll have another fuckin', uh, whatever the hell this godawful piss beer is!" Chip limped off into the bushes to take a leak. They all had been pissing in pretty much the same spot in the bushes the whole time, and all the leaves on those bushes were wet with piss. Chip drunkenly aimed a heavy spray at some mountain laurel bushes and then staggered back to the railroad tracks where Bryan and Ronnie were still arguing about what a pussy smelled like. What Chip was too drunk to notice was how close he came to spraying the excited faces of two young boys who were hiding in that same mountain laurel bush. *** Nervously, we ducked into one of the mountain laurel bushes to avoid being seen. Who was there? Did they see us? Randy and I clung to each other, breathless, our hearts beating in sync. The fear, our warm bodies meshed together, the desire to protect each other. I think I fell in love with him then. We didn't realize until it was too late what a stupid idea it was to hide in that bush. An older boy, about my brother's age, came crashing through the bushes. When he came to our bush he stopped. Randy and I were terrified. Had he seen what we had just been doing a few minutes ago? Then I realized that the guy was drunk, so drunk he didn't even see us hiding in the bush two feet in front of him. Then he started to unzip his fly. Things were really starting to get interesting for me and Randy. Our tongues were out and ready. He sprayed the leaves and it spattered all over our faces. We both tried to angle our faces to take turns getting as close to the piss stream as we could. It didn't really matter, we could lick the piss off each other's faces once the boy left. Then the boy stopped pissing. Shit, I thought. He saw us! How were we going to explain this one? Randy looked up in horror at the older boy. The older boy staggered a bit and then tried to focus his eyes on Randy. It was obvious to me that the two of them knew each other. Then the older boy looked over his shoulder to the abandoned car near the train tracks where his friends were drinking. "Hey Marshall, guess what?" "What? You pissed your brains out?" "No dude. This is like so random! I just pissed all over your little brother!" "What? What the fuck are you talking about? Randy's in school. Shut your pie hole. You're fuckin' drunk." "No, I'm serious, Marshall. I just pissed on your brother! I was taking a leak in the bush and pissed all over him. He was hiding. And he's got a little friend in here, too. Come over here and see!" Then we heard someone else come crashing through the brush. It was Randy's brother. He looked at Randy. He looked at me. He looked at his friend. "Hi Bryan." Randy said nervously. "I guess you're right, Chip," Bryan shrugged. "You did piss on my brother. Knowing him, he probably enjoyed it. He's weird like that." Chip was perplexed. "Whaddya mean, `he's weird like that'?" "I dunno. He's just always tryin' to suck my dick, but I won't let him. I caught him sniffin' my dirty underwear once. He always does that kinda weird shit. We're all pretty sure he's gonna turn into a fag, if he hasn't already." "Wait a second, Marsh," Chip said. "I'm pretty wasted right now, so maybe I really have no idea what the fuck is going on. Please explain this to me. Do you mean to tell me that you sleep in the same room with a cock sucking little faggot? The one I just pissed on?" "Watch it, Chip! He may be a cock sucking faggot, but he's still my little brother, and I love him! Don't you ever say anything bad about Randy again!" "No, no, I'm sorry, Marshall. I guess that came out wrong. What I meant to say was, like, um, dude, you had this cocksucker in your bedroom every night, and you like never once let him go down on you? Hot damn! If I had a little brother who was queer for my cock, I'd be bustin' a nut in his mouth every chance I got! Course, a little sister would be better, but beggars can't be choosers. I can't believe I'm saying this, but holy fuck! Dude, if he wants to blow you so bad, why don't you just let him have it?" Randy and I were still squatting in the bushes, covered in Chip's piss. We had no idea what was about to happen. Actually, that's not true. We had a pretty good idea of exactly what was going to happen next. Bryan Marshall looked at the two of us still crouched in the bushes. "Why don't you two guys come out of there? Yeah, it's okay. Randy, who's your friend?" "Uh, this is my friend Jaden. From gym class." "Hi," I said shyly. "Hey kid. So you two cut class and decided to get freaky with each other in the woods, is that right?" Randy and I nodded. "So are you guys like, all done?" Randy was confused. "Whaddya mean, all done?" "You know. Did you guys finish what you started?" "Uh, no," Randy admitted. "We kinda got interrupted," I explained. "Dude, this is awesome!" Chip exclaimed. "Marshall, we got two cocksuckers for the price of one. And three cocks that gotta be sucked. See what I'm sayin'?" Then he looked at us. "You two will go down on us, won't you?" Randy looked nervously at his brother. "Uh, Bryan? Please? Can we?" "Sure, Randy, what the hell? I'll let ya do it just this once. I know you've been wanting it so bad. Now I don't need to get you nothin' for your birthday," he said as he began rubbing his crotch, "cuz I got your present right here." Randy approached his brother and gingerly reached for his crotch. "No, Randy, I'm taking you guys back to the tracks where we were hanging out. Gonna let Ronnie the virgin use you first. He ain't never had anyone play with his dick, so it's gonna be a real treat for him." We marched over to the railroad tracks where the abandoned car was. Ronnie was passed out in the back seat, his legs hanging out of the passenger side, which was missing a door. "Wake up, Ron," Chip said, trying to rouse his friend out of his stupor. "We got some nice pussy for you. You're gonna get your dick sucked now." "I know what pussy smells like, I smell it all the time," Ronnie moaned drunkenly. "That's right, Ronnie. Stay where you are. Just relax and enjoy your blowjob." "I can smell that pussy right now." "You sure gotta nose for pussy, Ronnie. Okay, now this chick's gonna take you someplace you never been before. She's gonna give you the best blowjob of your life!" Chip sort of grabbed Randy by the scruff of his neck and pushed him down towards Ronnie's crotch. "I'm sure you know what to do, kid." Randy got on his knees on the hard gravel that lined the train tracks and began to unzip Ronnie's fly. Chip, Bryan and I watched curiously as Randy obediently took Ronnie's soft cock out of his jeans and began to gently lick it to erection. I was getting horny again, and I know everyone else was, too. Ronnie's cock had an interesting shape. Since I had sucked plenty of my dad's friends' cocks, I had pretty much seen every kind of cock there was. The kind Ronnie had was one I rarely encountered but especially loved. It was short and really fat, with a very tiny, uncircumcised head. The shape was almost conical. I was sure Randy wouldn't mind if I tried to get in a few licks. It was as if Randy could read my mind. "Jaden, come here!" he motioned eagerly. I knelt down beside him. He pulled down the foreskin of that thick, fat cock to show me. "Look at that!" he grinned. There was quite a large accumulation of cock cheese under that head. "Have some," he urged me. I bent my head down into Ronnie's crotch and licked a big gob of cheese off of the head. Instantly, my mouth filled with the wonderful taste of pure, unwashed boy. Randy began licking the cheese off of the other side, and then our tongues met in the middle. It was a very special moment. Just then, I felt one of the guys pulling me away. "Hey! Ronnie can't have all the fun!" Chip yelled. "Sorry," I apologized. Chip was leaning against the side of the car, waiting for me to get on my knees and service him. I eagerly got into position, unzipping his jeans and taking out his medium-sized cock, which was already hard from all the excitement. I didn't even bother with any preliminary licking. I took it as far down my throat as I could and held it there for a minute. I reached my hands around and put them on his ass cheeks, loving the feel of the warm denim of his jeans in my hands. I gently pulled him towards me, hinting that I wanted him to fuck my face, and fuck it hard. Chip got the message. He shifted from the position of leaning against the car to a standing position, and began to start fucking my face. I hate to admit it, but I was a little bored. I guess after years of servicing my father and brother, drinking their piss and serving at their depraved little slut, an ordinary blowjob was boring to me. But who was I to complain? My job was to satisfy any man who wanted to use me. So I continued with the blowjob. Then something interesting happened. I could hear Chip clearing his throat, but I wasn't paying much attention. Then he tried to hock a big, thick loogie on the ground. Only he missed the ground, and I felt the slimy loogie sliding down my cheek. Instantly I got hard again. My brother always liked to spit on me, and it always really turned me on. "Oh shit! Sorry, kid. Didn't mean to do that." Chip reached into his pocket and tried to carefully pull out a handkerchief without letting his dick slip from my mouth. Instead, I did take his dick out of my mouth. Before he had a chance to wipe the loogie off my cheek, I wiped it onto my finger and put it in my mouth. I then smiled at him, said "More!", closed my eyes and opened my mouth. "You're fuckin' gross, kid! That's nasty!" "Please?" I begged. I still had my eyes closed and my mouth open. I didn't know whether he would do it to me or not. Soon, I felt a slimy gob of mucus on my tongue, sliding back towards my throat. I could taste the cigarettes he had been smoking mixed in with the taste of his mucus. I was pleased. "Thank you!" I said, and then happily went back to sucking him off. While I was sucking him, Chip called to Randy's brother. "Hey Marshall, check this out!" Bryan had been watching his brother suck off his passed-out friend. He came over to where I was working on Chip. "Watch this, Marshall. Hey kid, open up!" I stopped sucking Chip's cock and opened my mouth again. Chip hocked another loogie into my mouth. I swallowed and smiled. "Shit! He's even nastier than my brother!" I snaked my hand up to tease the bulge in Bryan's jeans. "I can handle two at once, you know." "Fuck, this is crazy!" Bryan said, shaking his head. "What the fuck am I going to think when I sober up?" Still, he made no effort to stop me from unzipping his fly and pulling out his massive cock. I now had one cock in each hand. Gently, I licked Bryan's cock. Already half hard, it sprung to attention at the touch of my tongue. I guided the two older guys closer so I could get both heads into my mouth at once. I stretched my mouth to accommodate both cocks, rubbing them against each other to increase the friction. Then I felt something land on my hair. Chip was spitting on me again. I revved up my sucking. "See, I told you he digs it. Go ahead, spit on him. It turns him on!" Then I felt a gob of spit from Bryan hit the side of my face. It felt so good to have those guys spitting on me. Every few minutes I would take their cocks out of my mouth so they could replenish my spit with theirs. Bryan spat on his cock right before it went back in my mouth. Randy came over to see what I was up to. "Hey, get back to work on Ronnie over there!" Bryan scolded him. Randy shrugged his shoulders. "That guy already came. I think he's unconscious now. Looks like all the action's over here!" Without saying a word, Bryan reached over and pinched Randy's nose, causing him to involuntarily open his mouth to breathe. Bryan bent over and hocked a loogie into his little brother's mouth. "Thanks, bro. How did you know I always wanted you to do that to me?" "Well, your little friend here seems to really dig it, so I figured you would, too." I let go of Bryan's dick and offered it to Randy. As Randy got on his knees to suck off his big brother, I knew that his lifelong dream had come true. I've never seen a boy so happy as Randy at that moment. Many gobs of spit later, Randy was treated to his first taste of his brother's cum and I was treated to Chip's. Once it was all over, the two guys woke Ronnie up and tried to get him home. That left me and Randy to go and wash up by a nearby stream. "You know, at 1:30 today, I went to the boys' room to secretly taste some piss. I thought I was a freak. I couldn't tell anyone my secret," Randy said. "Little did I know I was going to meet you, and that my life would change in an instant. This has been a very special day for me, Jaden. Thank you." And then he kissed me. His mouth tasted of everything we had shared: piss, spit and cum. "Things are never gonna be the same between me and my brother, that's for sure!" "You know, Randy, I feel the same way as you. For years, I never had anyone to talk to about the things I do with my dad and my brother Adam." Randy was aghast. "You mean you've done your brother before? And your dad?! Omigod! Fuck! I'm so jealous! I had no idea!" "I guess I've got a lot to tell you, Randy. It's a long story. Why don't you ask your mom if you can sleep over tonight and I'll tell you everything." "Great idea. You know, after all that, neither of us had a chance to get off yet. I'll come over and we'll finish each other off in your bed." "Sounds good to me."

Other Parts of the Urinal Boy Series: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

 

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Urinal Boy 7: Urinal Boy Becomes Toilet Boy

  I still hadn't told Dad and Adam about Randy. I was excited to have another friend my age that I could get nasty with. Being with Randy was a lot different than being with my dad and brother. With Dad and Adam, I was subservient to them and I always had to obey. It was a total thrill to service and be humiliated by them. With Randy it was a lot less intense, but a lot more fun. Although we did spend a lot of time blowing his brother Bryan, we usually went to my house when my mom was out so we could play in the bathtub. We'd get naked and spend the afternoon in the bathtub, pissing and spitting on each other. We even started playing with shit. One day Randy took a dump on my chest and we had fun smearing it all over each other. That was a real mess, and it took forever to clean up. I'm sure glad my mom didn't come home early and catch us. I knew I had to bring up the subject of my new friend to Dad and Adam. If I could get Randy to spend a weekend with us I knew we could have so much fun! But meanwhile, things were even getting kinkier with Dad and Adam. I had a lot of fun with Dad that weekend that we were alone together. That was the time I sucked him off in the convenience store parking lot and he made me get a pack of cigarettes at the convenience store with his cum all over my face. One thing I really enjoyed that weekend was giving Dad a blowjob while he was on the toilet taking a shit. In the morning, after I served him his breakfast and coffee, I would go into the bathroom and sit on the floor by the toilet, waiting for him. I knew that he'd have to take a shit soon after he had his coffee, so I didn't have to wait long. I pulled his underwear down for him and took his cock in his mouth as soon as he sat on the toilet. His dick would be soft and he'd start pissing down my throat. I'd swallow it all, and let his dick grow hard in my mouth. On lazy Sundays I'd take my time blowing Dad, polishing his head with my tongue, licking it from top to bottom and covering every inch of his dick with gentle kisses. When I heard Dad straining to take a shit, I'd take his cock all the way down until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. He groaned with pleasure and soon my nostrils filled with the scent of his warm shit and I heard a log splash into the water. At this point I'd start bobbing up and down on his fat prong like crazy, eager to receive a mouthful of Dad's hot spunk. But this time Dad wouldn't let me. Just as I felt him tensing up to cum, he grabbed my hair and pulled me off his dick. He shot his load all over the place. Sticky gobs of cum landed on the floor, the toilet seat between Dad's legs, his balls, pubic hair and cock. "Now clean that mess up, Jaden." "Yes, Dad," I began licking the cum off the bathroom floor, working my way up to the toilet seat, Dad's hairy left leg, his balls, bush and leaking cock. As much as I enjoyed Dad shooting his load down my throat, it was really fun to lap up the cum because I could slowly savor the taste. When I was done I looked up at my father and smiled happily. "Okay, Jaden. How would you like to be Daddy's little asswipe?" "I'd love for you to wipe your ass on my face, Daddy!" That's just what Dad did. He got up and bent over so I could position my face right in his hairy ass crack. I eagerly began licking the shit off his puckered hole when Dad reached around, grabbed my hair and began rubbing my head up and down between his ass crack. He was really using me like a piece of toilet paper. I got shit all over my nose and chin. Then he pushed my head down and began wiping his ass on my hair. It was strange to feel Dad's ass cheeks on top of my head as he rubbed my hair into his hole. For the rest of the weekend I walked around the house with my face and hair smeared with Dad's shit. It became a regular thing. The next week, when Adam saw that, he wanted to do the same thing to me. So we went through basically the same procedure, but Adam came up with an added twist. Adam didn't flush the toilet after he finished wiping his ass on my face and hair. He held me by the back of my neck and pushed my face into the toilet bowl. Unlike Dad, who shit huge long soft logs, Adam had shit a lot of smaller, harder nuggets that were floating around into the bowl. "Ever play bobbing for apples, Jaden?" "Yeah." "Then you know what to do. Call me when you're done." It was fun to eat Adam's shit out of the toilet, but a bit messy. It was hard to pick up the turds with my teeth, I kept dropping them and had to stick my head in the toilet over and over to get them. I could have easily just reached into the toilet, picked up the turds and eaten them, but I wanted to do it the right way, the way my brother wanted me to. Once I got a turd in my mouth I'd mash it around with my tongue, and it would stick to the roof of my mouth. I didn't mind the taste because I'd been wiping their asses with my tongue for some time now. I'd wash each turd down with a gulp of toilet water. When I was finished, I called Adam into the bathroom to show him that I had eaten every piece of shit in the bowl. I was quite proud of myself. "Now why did you eat my turds, Jaden?" "Because you're my brother and I love you, Adam." "Very good, Jaden. You just saved me the trouble of having to give you your breakfast." Adam and I really enjoyed the bobbing for turds routine. One Friday night when Dad was out drinking with his buddies, Adam babysat me. He wanted to show his friends Cole and Skyler my new trick, so he invited them over to watch a movie and drink beer. As usual, I was the perfect servant, taking their jackets when they came in, serving them beers and snacks, taking their sneakers and socks off and giving their sweaty, smelly feet nice foot rubs. I also liked to give each boy a pedicure, trimming his toenails with my teeth, sucking out the dirt from underneath the toenails, and scraping down any calluses with my teeth. I ate all the dirt, bits of toenail, dead skin and debris. This was something I did for Adam all the time. Just as I had finished nibbling off a little dead skin from the ball of Skylar's foot, Adam had a suggestion. "You know, Jaden," Adam said, his feet resting on the ottoman that he liked to fuck me on, "Our guests don't have any place to put their feet up. Why don't you offer yourself as a footrest?" "Cole, Skylar, wouldn't you feel more comfortable if you rested your feet on my back while you watched the movie?" "Okay, kid. Whatever you say" Skylar answered. "Jaden doesn't like to be called `kid'," Adam informed Skylar. "He likes to be called things like `little cocksucking faggot' or `cum eating brat'." "Okay, sissy faggot slave, come over here so I can rest my feet on your back!" "Yeah, dickwad, let me put my feet on you, too!" "That's better," I said as I crawled over on my hands and knees, turning myself into a little table for them to rest their feet on. "Oh, and thank you, Cole and Skylar, for letting me rub your feet and chew your toenails tonight." I kissed their feet to show my appreciation before getting into position. So I had to remain crouched on my hands and knees with the boys' feet resting on my back during the whole movie. It was very uncomfortable for me, but I was more concerned about their comfort than mine. They were nice enough to let me chew their toenails, so I was glad to let them use me as a footrest in return. After the movie was over, Adam asked his friends if either of them had to take a shit. To my disappointment, neither of them did. "You know what always works for me," Cole said. "If I have one or two cups of nice, hot coffee, I always have to take a shit soon after." "Me too" said Skylar. "Jaden, go and brew a pot of coffee for me and my friends." "Yes, Adam." I went to brew the pot of coffee and Adam and his friends moved into the dining room, waiting for me to serve them. I was very careful to ask them how they liked their coffee and made sure I got it right. When I brought Adam his coffee, he took one sip, spat out the mouthful on the floor, and handed me the cup. "Too much sugar, fuckwad. I would have thought you'd know how I like my coffee by now. Now clean up that mess and bring me another cup!" "Yes, Adam." I cleaned up the coffee Adam had spat on the floor and brought him a new cup. This time he approved. When the guys had finished their coffee, we all went into the bathroom. "Tell everyone what you like to do when I have to take a shit, Jaden" Adam instructed me. "I like to play bobbing for turds." "And that's what we're going to play tonight. Jaden, pull down my pants." "Yes, Adam." As Adam sat on the toilet and took a dump, he explained that he wanted everyone to contribute. When Adam finished taking a shit, I demonstrated my ass licking technique. "We don't use toilet paper when Jaden's around" Adam explained. Cole also added a few turds to the toilet, and I made sure I licked him extra good, hoping that he'd come back and ask for me to do it again. Skyler did not have to shit just then, which disappointed me. Then Adam brought out a pair of handcuffs. "Hands behind your back, Jaden" he instructed. Then he cuffed me. "This is to make sure he doesn't cheat and use his hands" Adam explained. "Okay, toilet boy, get to it." With my hands cuffed behind my back, I got on my knees in front of the toilet. Cole had left a few drops of piss on the seat. I licked them up before I got down to business. I started with Cole's turds first, since they were smaller and harder, and easier to pick up with my teeth. When I brought one up I showed it to the guys before I chewed and swallowed it. Adam's shit was a bit more difficult, it was a long, yellowish-brown snake that kept breaking up whenever I got my teeth around one end of it. And it really stunk, too! I had a large piece of Adam's shit in my mouth, and I tilted my head back, trying to swallow it all. I started to gag. It was too much for me. I wasn't going to let myself puke. I tried to relax my throat muscles and breathe slowly through my nose. The strong smell of shit wasn't helping much. After a few minutes, I was able to finally swallow it all. When the last piece slid down my throat, I was surprised to find myself shooting involuntarily. I was amazed! I couldn't jack myself off because of the handcuffs. I had had a stiffy during the whole thing, but this was the first time I ever came without touching myself! I was quite proud. I smiled at Adam, Cole and Skylar. My face and hair were wet from the toilet water, and I knew my face and chest were somewhat smeared with shit. "Good boy, Jaden." I figured there was no better time to tell Adam about Randy. "Hey Adam," I said. "Yeah?" "Well, I got this friend, and" Adam interrupted me. "Who the fuck would want to be your friend, you skanky little shit eater?" "His name is Randy. I think you might like to meet him. Would it be okay with you and Dad if he spent the weekend with us some time?"  

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The Auction

Winston Horton II started out that day like he did any other. Out of bed by five, twenty minutes on the Stair Master, shit shower and shave followed by the donning of his power suit, then two cups of coffee and one slice of dry wheat toast, and then an hour on the Internet before driving to his office.

His Internet ritual never varied; Email first, followed by the weather then the latest market listings, news, sports, and finally an online auction site that he monitored daily in search of rare and unique collectibles. He always clicked first on the newly listed items, and on that particular morning nearly shit his pants.

The picture that opened was that of a naked youngish man bent forward at the waist to allow an unobstructed rear view of his scrotum. The young man, or boy, or whatever he was had a small ruler wedged between his smoothly shaved thighs to give a reference to the size of his testicles. Beside it was a front view of the same young man. His legs were again spread and a hand was shown holding his cock up against a neatly trimmed pubic bush. The obvious heat in the room made the young man’s testicles hang luxuriously low and a single drop of perspiration hung like a pearl from a hair on the bottom of his scrotum. There were about a dozen other thumbnails that could be opened to full size pictures, but Winnie, as his few friends called him, ignored them to read the merchandise description.

“This auction is for two healthy disease free testicles that are currently on a nineteen year old adult white Caucasian. The winning bidder will have the privilege of removing or destroying them in whatever manner he chooses, with the stipulation that the removal must take place no farther than fifteen minutes drive from a medical facility. The auction price also includes ten days unrestricted use of the subject’s body, provided of course, that no other permanent injuries or scarring occurs. The minimum bid on this package is five hundred thousand dollars and the auction will run for one week only. Don’t miss this opportunity to expand your collection or to experience life’s ultimate power trip.”

Winnie opened a few more of the thumbnails and re-read the offering, and finally shed his Brooks Brothers coat and responded to the stirrings in his crotch. He unhooked his hand tooled leather belt, carefully lowered his sharply creased trousers and pushed his chair back to allow free access to his cock. He stroked slowly at first, taking the time to open another of the thumbnail pictures, them more rapidly as he began to ponder the possibilities, until he finally pumping with a speed and intensity that he’d last done as a teenager. His orgasm was like an explosion of white lava from a volcano, and having no towel or napkin in which to contain it, he abruptly stood up and turned to cast his pent up seed on the Persian carpet. He sagged back into his chair, breathing heavily, and was immediately disgusted by his adolescent act and also slightly pissed off that he was now running late.

He thought about the auction all during the drive to his office and he nearly ass ended the car in front of his before catching himself daydreaming. He could certainly afford to bid in the auction. He’d inherited several million dollars and had doubled that many times more developing and selling real estate. He had spent millions on his rather eclectic art collection and had no regrets in doing so. His wife had died many years ago and his only son had walked out of his life a year ago, right after graduating from High School.

He felt the acid boil in his stomach as he thought about that day. His son had been waiting for him, and as soon as Winnie came in the door Junior introduced him to a huge twenty-two year old black kid and announced that he and Ted were as of now life partners. Winnie’s idea of a good time didn’t include getting fucked in the ass or sucking dick, but he was tolerant of and respected other people’s peculiarities. He’d known for a long time that his son was different, but he’d assumed that the boy had enough sense to stay in the closet, get married, and produce an heir.

Winnie could have accepted a temporary liaison with a classmate but the kid went apeshit and fell in love with and older man, a nigger to boot. The memory of his delicate, fine boned son standing on his tiptoes to passionately kiss the nigger on the lips was still fresh in his mind, and the mere thought of what was probably a massive black cock pumping in and out of the smooth white ass that Winnie had at one time wiped, powdered, and diapered made him physically ill.

Junior also used that opportunity to drop another bombshell; he had no intention of going to any college, let alone the Ivy League school that Winnie had been grooming him for. Instead he and Teddy were moving to the South to ‘immerse themselves in the culture of the noble Afro-Americans by living in their traditional life style,’ whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Winnie had no intention of leaving his only child completely out in the cold, and he’d prepared a generous stock portfolio that he intended to present to his son for a twenty-first birthday present. He felt certain that by then the boy would be tired of living in squalor and would come to his senses and ditch his nigger boyfriend in favor of a better life.

Winnie thought about the auction for a while before deciding that he’d have his lawyers do some research. He knew some people that had gotten stung by on-line auctions but nobody had ever gotten the best of Winston Horton, II on a  deal.

Several time zones to the East, Winston Horton, III and Teddy were awakened by the strident chirp of their alarm clock. Although it was late in the morning local time, it was their usual time to rise and shine. They smiled at each other, then rolled out of bed and strode naked to the toilet where they spent the next half minute first chasing a spider around the bowl with their  streams, then playfully mingling the streams to form a single splash as they emptied their bladders in what had now became a morning ritual. They finished and then washed and carefully dried their cocks off before returning to bed.

“So, Hortie, you think your old man saw it?” Ted said, spreading his legs slightly.

“Oh yeah, he saw it all right,” Hortie replied, licking the inside of Teddy’s recently shaved thighs and lifting the long black cock out of the way to gain full access to his plump balls. “He probably jacked off as soon as he saw it and blew his wad all over his keyboard.” He paused long enough to retract his partner’s foreskin and run his tongue around the end of the rapidly inflating cock. “I spent eighteen years listening to him talk about ‘getting people by their balls’ and ‘cutting them off at the pockets’, and just looking at that collection of what he calls art almost makes me sick. There’s no way he could ever miss out on something like buying a guy’s balls.”

“You sure he’ll do it?” Teddy was still a little doubtful.

“He’s probably got his lawyers checking it out right now,” Hortie rubbed a generous dab of lubricant along Teddy’s shaft. “ He’ll make sure it’s legal, then he’ll want some more pictures and details,” Hortie said, rising to his knees and bending forward to place his forearms on the bed. “It’s the way he always does business.”

“I sure hope so, Hortie. I sure hope so,” Teddy replied, dragging his cock down the slender white boy’s back and into the crack of the smooth, hairless ass. “I’d sure hate to have him slip the meat to us, you know?”

Winnie’s lawyers got back to him late that day, giving him their opinion that the purchase would probably be legal provided he verified the donor’s age and got a written permission slip authorizing him to perform the . Winnie wasted no time in sending off an email to the auction site requesting more information and also more pictures, preferable of the young man’s face.

“So Hortie, what’s next?” Teddy asked, coming up for air. Hortie was on his back, knees bent and feet in the air. Teddy was crouched in front of him and had been alternating between licking Hortie’s cock, balls, and asshole, sticking his supple tongue as far into the orifice as humanly possible.

“I won’t send him a picture of my face but we’ll watch the bidding and wait.” Hortie answered, now breathing hard. Teddy had been holding him right on the edge or orgasm for over an hour, and when he came it was going to be one of the best ones ever. He’d been with girls and a couple of other guys, but Teddy could excite him in ways that he’d never dreamed were possible.

“What if, you know, someone else wins?” Hortie asked.

“Won’t happen, lover,” Hortie answered, “Once he figures out it’s me, there’s no way he’d let anyone take his only son’s balls.”

“He was mad enough to nut both of us last year.” Teddy commented before sucking both of Hortie’s balls into his wide mouth and slipping his index finger into Hortie’s ass. Hortie’s answer was choked off by his explosive orgasm and it was a full five minutes before he could again speak.

“If Dad doesn’t win the auction,” he murmured, “we just walk away. As long as we don’t take anyone’s money there’s no harm done, right?”

The next day Winnie’s email in-box included mail from the administrator of the auction answering some  Winnie had posed to the young man attached to the testicles that he was bidding on. The young man was in desperate need of money, and being as how he was a dedicated ‘bottom’ in a committed relationship, he had no further use for his balls. He would gladly send more pictures of the merchandise but none of his face, nor would he include any clue to his identity either before or after the purchase and subsequent removal of the gonads. As a side note, the young man added that he’d also received a proposal from an Oil Sheik who had reportably performed many castrations and had a reputation for cruelty. The Sheik was offering a million one hundred thousand to end the auction early.

“Did he go for it?” Teddy asked Hortie later the next day.

“I didn’t set the hook yet,” Hortie replied, showing Teddy the final picture. “Once he gets this he’ll cave though, that’s for certain. He promised Mom he’d never lay a finger on me, and once he figures that it’s me that he’s bidding on he’ll pony up a million and a quarter to keep me out of the Sheik’s evil clutches.”

Winnie’s email the next day included another picture and a message from the owner of the goods to the effect that although he really wanted a million five he would end the auction early if the bidder was an American. Winnie thought about it a long time and then opened the attached picture. It wasn’t very different from the others; just a simple rear view of the boy on his knees with his hand around the neck of his scrotum, tugging the balls downward as if presenting them for inspection. Winnie looked at the picture, caught his breath, and then sent it to his Photoshop program so he could enlarge it. His first impression he had when he saw the hand that was around the scrotum was correct. Prominently displayed on the ring finger was his grandfather’s old class ring. The same ring that Winnie had presented to his son on the day of his high school graduation.

Later that same day Hortie received an email from BsVd8690, his father’s auction identifier. Included was a voucher for a round trip plane ticket from anywhere in the US to Portland, Oregon. It also contained a draft of the contract that Hortie would be required to sign and a list of explicit directions. Hortie was to fly to Portland and check into the Holiday Inn under the assumed name of William Rogers. The room was prepaid and the desk clerk would have a package for waiting for him, which included the contract, a leather hood, padded restraints for his hands and feet, and an account number and verification code for the offshore bank where the funds were on deposit. He would read and sign the contract, put on the hood and restraints, and fasten himself spread-eagle on the bed. The purchaser would then enter at precisely Noon, verify that the contract had been correctly executed, then consummate the deal, after which the purchaser would make the call releasing the money and summon an ambulance, if necessary.

“Jeez, Hortie,” Teddy said as they read the message, “he sounds pretty serious”

“I’ve seen it before,” Hortie answered. “It’s just the way he does business. Dot all of the I’s and cross all the T’s, that sort of thing. Don’t worry, it’ll all work out.”

“I’d just hate to lose these things,” Teddy answered, pulling Hortie’s shorts down and fondling the white boy’s balls, which he considered were as much his as Hortie’s.

Hortie ended the auction, much to the disappointment of the Sheik, and made preparations to travel. The next day he was in Portland, where he checked into the Hotel and went to the room to wait. The door opened exactly at noon and his father confidently strode into the room. “Shit!” I should have known that this would all be one of your schemes!” Winnie said, turning towards the door to leave the room.

“Dad, wait!” His son pleaded. “Yeah, it was kind of rotten, I’ll admit. But we really do need the money. If you won’t give it to me them I’ll just start the auction up again and let the chips fall where they may. Is that what you want?”

Winnie sat on the side of the bed and thought a long time before answering his son. “I promised your mother that I’d never lay a finger on you, and I guess that promise still holds. The money is yours. Take it and may it bring you happiness. There is one thing though.”

“What?” Hortie asked, elated that his plan had worked.

“Sign the contract,” Winnie said, taking the gold plated Parker from his pocket. “You can’t transfer the money unless I present the bank with the signed contract.”

“Okay,” Hortie answered, “Fair enough, I guess.” It always came down that way with his dad. Business first and foremost, everything else could wait.

“Okay, that’s that. I guess, but you could do one other thing for me.” Winnie said.

“What’s that?” Hortie was willing to bend a little, after all. He was now one and a quarter million dollar richer.

“Let me realize at least a little of my ,” Winnie pleaded. “Please, strip down and put on the restraints. Let me see what I missed out on.”

Goddamned old pervert, Hortie thought. And he has the nerve to think that I’m screwed up. Well, I guess he earned it. “Okay,” Hortie replied, shedding his clothing and fastening the manacles around his wrists and ankles. “Anything else.”

“Flop down on the bed, Winston, and let me look at you.” In a matter of seconds Winnie had clipped the restraints into the pre-installed eyebolts on the ends of the bed. He had to admit that his son had a magnificent body. He still had the inherent slimness and fine features of a youth. His flaccid cock drooped lazily over the large testicles that sagged heavily between his hairless thighs. Winnie couldn’t resist reaching out and gently grasping his son’s balls and rolling them around between his fingers and hefting them, as if comparing them to his own. His inspection of his son’s balls was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Dad!” Hortie said, suddenly embarrassed by his nudity and compromising position. Winnie ignored his son and went to answer the door.

“Good evening, Your Highness,” Winnie said cordially, as the Sheik entered the room. The Sheik merely nodded, then strode to the bed and looked at Hortie for a few minutes before reaching down and roughly squeezing the unprotected balls hard enough to elicit a cry of pain from the boy.

“Very good, Mr. Horton.” The Sheik’s English was impeccable. “The money is in this suit case. One million, five hundred thousand dollars, as agreed. Do you wish to count it?”

“There is no need, Your Highness, we are both men of honor.” Winnie replied, picking up the suitcase and heading for the door. After his son ended the auction Winnie had contacted the Sheik and sold the contact on his son. Subtracting the auction’s commission he’d cleared slightly under two hundred thousand dollars. Not bad for a few hours work. Perhaps his son, once free of the aberrant hormones that ruled his body, would ditch the jungle bunny and return to school and get his degree. Hell, with the kind of money he now had he could even get his Masters.