A true account (true story, M/M, ws, scat).
This encounter happened in 1966, not long after I got out of the Navy. It still amazes me that I actually met a man, who not only completely overwhelmed me, but brought out an intense desire, and a desperate need I never thought I’d actualize. A need so aberrant, I kept it well hidden. After we played, he drove me back to my car. However, I was so taken with him, and consumed by him, I forgot to get his name, and even his address. The next morning, Sunday, I was depressed and heartbroken, I thought I’d lost this man forever. Not knowing if I’d see him again, I wanted to keep the encounter fresh in my mind with as much detail as possible, I decided to get it on paper, and knowing I could only speculate on some of what was said. After I finished it, I tucked it away in the pages of a book. I forgot all about them. Some fifty years later, I opened a book about ships, and there they were. As I read them, everything came back, all my desperation, the excitement, and the longing. I even felt the heartache of his cruel good-
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A nice summer evening with a balmy breeze. Feeling alone and isolated as usual, I stood in a long line waiting to buy a ticket at Cinema 1 & 2 on Secor road. It was really too nice to be inside a movie complex, but, hell, it was something to do on another lonely Saturday night. I don’t remember which movie I was going to see, but whatever it was it hadn’t yet let out. In front of me stood a very chubby man, much older than me in his late sixties. He was well over six feet with rugged good looks. He had a great smile that seemed to emphasize by his snowy white hair hanging down over his forehead. His deep blue eyes looked out from under very bushy white eyebrows. He had a very nice bubble ass that captivated me, I found it hard to look away. Down boy, I thought. I wanted him naked so I could bury my face in his sweet ass.
He had taken off his sweatshirt and had it laying over his shoulder, revealing his Toledo Mudhens t-
He was obviously embarrassed. “Sorry about that.”
I caressed it and said jokingly, “It’s mine now.”
He smiled at me and chuckled. “I was married for over forty years and my wife would never touch my smelly sweatshirt, let alone my smelly socks.”
I shrugged. “Guess some people just don’t appreciate the beautiful things.”
“Wow,” he sad as he smiled brightly, “you might be as sick as I am.”
I stared at him. “Yeah, I could even be the champion.”
“Interesting.” He chuckled and leaned close to me and said quietly, “One night, one of the few times my wife and I were having sex, I wanted to be adventurous. I asked her to suck on my toes. She got all disgusted and just rolled over and said, forget it. So much for being adventurous.”
“Damn,” I said. “I love to suck on toes.”
“If she had known all the stuff that was on my mind, she would have...let’s just say, it’s probably a good thing she didn’t know. She wanted a normal relationship fully equipped with emotions or physical love. Small wonder she left me five years ago.”
I clutched his sweatshirt. “Maybe she just wasn’t the right person for you.”
“Obviously. So, do you have a girlfriend?”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t travel that road.”
“Ah!” he said with a smile. “An honest young man.”
“And I am very adventurous.”
“I like that. You dating anyone?”
I shook my head and dropped my voice to a whisper. “Just got out of the Navy where I was very adventurous, and...” I stopped not sure if I should say anything more. “Let’s just say, I could have been court-
He looked at me skeptically. “Were you spying for the Russians?”
“Worse, I was giving myself to a male officer on board ship.”
“You could have ended up in the brig.”
“I know, but I didn’t care. He was using me, and I liked pleasing him..”
He smiled skeptically. “He treated you like shit while you loved doing his bidding?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I became devoted to him.”
He whispered, “He must have been some was some really dashing young Ensign.”
I shook my head. “Not really. He was an older, rugged looking warrant officer.”
“Your lover?”
“Not really, he never reciprocated.”
“That’s not very nice.”
“I was thrilled that I made him happy. After he finished with me, he’d kick me out of his cabin. I’d run into the head with his cum leaking out of my ass. I sat on a stool in the head and shat his cum into my hand. I ate it. I loved it so much I’d shoot my own load a few times.”
“Youngster,” he said as he looked at me quizzically with an odd smile “you ate a lot more than his cum.”
“Yeah, I know. Guess you think I’m really sick.”
“Not really. That kind of excites me.”
“Really?” I asked, sort of flabbergasted.
I never thought I could find a man who loved playing with shit the way I did. It was always mostly a fantasy. So I was extremely excited when he just shrugged, and reached down and squeezed the bulge in his crotch, and said, “Really.”
I couldn’t help but smile broadly. I was so turned on I began to tremble. My hands were shaking.
“Look at you,” he said playfully. “All keyed up and ready to beg me.”
“Yeah.”
“One thing, with his being an officer and all, how would you two manage to get together?”
“He’d leave a note on a specific transmitter in Radio Two, my assigned space. It would say, check power. That meant, take a shower and sneak up to his cabin after taps. It might be weeks until he wanted me, but when he did, man!, he could shoot his load two or three times. And sometimes four. He had me lick his ass until he was really turned on.”
“Did you like doing that?”
“Oh yeah, I loved it.”
“Was his hole ever, you know, kind of nasty?”
“Yeah. Sometimes, he didn’t wipe very well.”
“Do you think he did that on purpose?”
“Yeah, now that I look back on it. Anyway, the taste of it drove me wild.”
“He must have known you liked it.”
“Probably. All I know is, I would have even eaten it if he would have asked me to.”
“You would have?”
“Oh yeah, and would have loved it. Anything for him.”
“He must have known how you felt. That’s why he abused you so thoroughly.”
“I didn’t see it that way. I wanted to submit myself to him, to anything he wanted. Almost from the first moment I knew he wanted me. I felt honored that he chose me.”
“So he fucked your brains out.”
“Until he was spent. Usually three or four times.”
“You ever get his cock all shitty?”
“Yeah. A few times. He made me lick it clean, and that really turned him on. Me too. Then he’d shoot his load a couple more times.”
“How old was he?”
“Late forties, maybe early fifties, I’m not a good judge of age.”
“I’m older than him. Sixty-
I couldn’t help but smile. I just wanted him to touch me. “You’re very attractive. You must have a lot of women after you.”
He chuckled. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-
He moved closer to me. “A very sexy baby boy who likes to give himself to old guys?”
“Yeah.” I smiled. I was so turned on I could hardly focus as I looked into his deep blue eyes. Another part of my body stood out, showing my passion. I pulled his hand against it.
He squeezed it gently and said quietly. “You’re getting my hopes up?”
I took a deep breath. “I hope more than only your hopes.”
He smiled. “It’s almost as though we were meant to meet.”
Suddenly, I realized, I hadn’t taken a dump in three days and it was screaming to exit.
“Man, I really have to hit the john. I hope I’m not breaking the mood.”
“Not at all.”He smiled. “There are men who would love to put a diaper on you for that.”
“I know, but I’m never lucky enough to find him.” My heart was about to leap from my chest. “I’d be completely devoted to anything he wants.”
“Would you want me to diaper you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I’m glad you told me about your love of that naval officer.”
“I was hoping you’d like it.”
“I really liked it. Let’s get some beer, and head to my place to explore that?”
That shot through me like a bolt of electricity. I swallowed hard. “God, yes. “ My heart raced, I thought it might pop out of my chest.
The sun was setting low on the horizon as we walked to his new 1966 Lincoln that had tinted windows, we sat inside. He had black leather bench seats. He drove to a deserted corner of the parking lot where we were all alone. He sat nervously staring at me. I wanted him badly and didn’t want to make any move that might turn him off. So, for a moment, we just stared at each other. He seemed very nervous.
Finally, he said, “I’m new at this. I feel awkward, I’m not sure what to do,”
I took his hand. “What would you do if I was a girl?”
“I’d kiss you.”
“Well?”
He pulled me to him. His passionate kiss burrowed itself right into my soul. We were locked together. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I moaned with pure desire. Our chemistry was unbelievable, it was instant love and I wanted him more than anything. I knew, right then, I’d do anything he wanted me to do. I squeezed and rubbed his huge piece of rock hard meat through his pants. We both were breathing very hard as I rubbed my cheek against his and said breathlessly, “You are so nice.”
He kissed me again and gazed into my eyes. “My bad little boy.”
I felt so devoted to him, and whispered, “Your little boy wants to please you, and make you happy.” I went back in for another helping. I couldn’t kiss him hard enough, or deep enough.
“Wow!” he said, breathing very hard, “I’ve never gotten worked up so fast, I’m actually close to shooting my load.”
I undid his belt and waist band. He unzipped his fly and yanked his trousers and underwear down. His huge hard-
‘Give me your load, Daddy,” I begged. “Please!”
He moaned, grabbed me by my hair and began to fuck my mouth. It took just seconds.
“Oh shit,” he shouted breathlessly. His load must have been building up for a long time, for when he exploded, his load was enormous. It gushed out filling my mouth. I held it so I could savor the delicious taste. I kissed the tip of his manhood, and then I swallowed it. I then squeezed out the last tasty drops and licked them off.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said as I lay my face against his softening manhood.
“No, thank you.” He laid back and pulled me up and placed my head on his shoulder. He sighed. “I really needed that.”
“So did I.” Knowing he was sensitive to my touch at that point, I gently caressed his softening manhood. “I’m glad I was your first time with a guy.”
“So am I.” He grabbed my crotch. “Let me reciprocate.”
“Not yet, Daddy. I want to hold onto this feeling.”
He closed his eyes. “You are something else.”
I kissed his shoulder. “I loved making you happy.”
“I can’t believe this,” he said with a sigh. “I never thought I would ever meet someone like you, especially a young guy.”
“I want to do anything that makes my daddy happy.”
“Even suck my toes?”
“I’d love doing that,” I said quickly.
“My feet are probably very smelly right now.”
“They’re sexier that way.”
“Wow!” He shook his head and put his foot in my lap. I pulled off his sneaker. His foot odor drove me nuts. I pulled off his damp odorous sweat sock with my teeth. I sucked on his meaty toes and licked the toe jam between them, relishing the thick pungent odor and taste. I stroked his rapidly responding meat.
He pulled my hand away. “Let’s get some beer and take this to my place.”
“I promise I’ll wear one and do whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” he said with a moan in his voice. “That could get pretty wild.” My heart was about to leap from my chest.”With the kind of stuff I fantasize, you don’t know what you’re letting yourself in for. It can get very wild and dirty.”
“Then you found the right guy. Whatever you want,” I said as I licked between his toes.
“Really? I have to go piss,” he said laying back. “I don’t suppose you’d be that adventurous?”
“Just let it out slowly so I can keep up with it,” I said. Then I closed my mouth over his cock.
His piss filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, feeling grateful and loving it because it was his.
“I can’t believe this,” he said with an approving sigh.
It finally ebbed. I licked off the last drops. “Thank you.”
“You are a bad boy.” He kissed me and said with his quivering voice, “I live near Clay Center. No one around for miles. We can get naked in the backyard and get weird and wild under the stars.”
“I can’t wait.” I buried my face in his smelly sock and sucked on it.
“Want to ride with me?”
I left my car in the theater parking lot. He looked at me with a broad smile. “Take off your clothes, I want you naked pressing against me while I drive.”
I took off all my clothes and threw them onto the back seat and snuggled naked against him.
“Mmmm, me likey. You like me?”
“I really like you, Daddy.” I pressed against him. I lifted his arm, it was evident he hadn’t used deodorant. I kissed and licked his armpit.
“You continue to surprise me” He asked hesitatingly.
“You don’t like my going that?”
“Yes! I love it! I just can’t believe I found someone who likes doing it.”
“I do.” I moaned with pure desire. I put my hand in his crotch to hold his rock hard manhood.
“I can’t wait to get you in a diaper,” he said.
“I want to wear it for you so badly.”
He stopped at a convenience store, bought some beer and adult diapers. I was so turned on I wasn't watching where we were heading. I couldn’t think of anything but being naked and my serving him. He drove far out into the country where we turned into a long driveway that curved in trees. He stopped and kissed me, and then drove about a quarter mile to a white board gate, got out of the car, opened the gate and drove in. His house was buried in trees, set back from a hidden road. I had my arm around him, precum flowed from my cock. He scooped some off my cock and licked it. When we reached the house, he put his arm around me and kissed me again. He put his hand on my ass and then buried his finger in my boy-
“You got quite a load up there.”
“I know, three days worth.”
“Baby, I really want to fuck that,” he said.
“I can’t wait.”
He withdrew his finger and looked at the shit all over it and held against my mouth. I kissed it.
“Is that all you’re going to do?”
I closed my mouth around his brown smeared finger. I sucked and licked the bitter ooze until his finger was clean.
He yanked his pants and underwear down. I crawled across his lap and straddled his cock. He guided it as I eased down on it. My needing to go coupled with the feeling of his dick sliding up my ass was incredible. All the shit packed in my ass helped lube the entry, what little pain there was subsided quickly. He began to pump. I lifted his arms and buried my face in his armpits while I kissed and licked them.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Daddy,” I whispered breathlessly while I moaned and continued to kiss and lick his armpits, I kept repeating breathlessly, “Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy.”
“I’m going to cum, Baby Boy.”
I hopped off and he guided my face to his shit covered cock. “Show me how much you care.” He ran his fingers through the shit on his cock and smeared some on my face. Then he shoved his cock in my mouth. “Clean me up, Baby boy. Eat all that shit for Daddy.”
My only thought was how much I wanted to make him happy. He exploded in my mouth. The taste of his cum mixed with my shit was pure ecstasy. I moaned from the pleasure.
“You like that, Baby?”
“Oh yes, Daddy.” No one had ever wanted me in this way, it was the most incredible feeling of being desired. I actually wanted him to own me.
He kissed me and opened the package of diapers and diapered me. He grabbed the beer and we got out of the car and lead me around to a patio that bordered a grassy meadow. He carried the beer in the house and came back naked, carrying two beers, he gave me one. The air was charged with freshly cut grass. The sun was setting, there were streaks of red and gold across the sky, it was beautiful. He looked beautiful against the sunset. I fell against him and kissed his shoulder, chest and his delicious arpits.
“Oh, Daddy. I really like you.”
He grabbed me firmly and kissed me. His tongue was deep in my throat, I moaned with utter pleasure. He put his hand on my diapered ass. “I want to feel that diaper filling up with your shit. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You going to be a good boy and do want I want?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then fill that diaper, Baby boy.” He kissed me as the whole three days worth oozed into the diaper. The warm turds caressed my ass.
“Me likey,” he said tenderly. “My baby boy has loaded his diaper.” He kissed me again. “Turn around and bend over, Bad boy,” he said gently. I turned around and bent over. He worked the diaper spreading my shit all over my ass. He pulled the diaper down and buried his cock in my shit. He pulled out his cock and looked at it. He shoved me to my knees, and again guided my face to his cock. “Show me how much you care.”
He shoved it against my face, smearing shit on my cheeks. He ran his fingers through the shit and pushed it into my mouth.”Clean my cock, eat all that shit for Daddy,” he said very tenderly.
I moaned in ecstasy as I licked and sucked at those tasty brown globs.
“Oh, Baby,” he said with a moan, “Fuck! Look at you! I love watching you eat and suck all that shit off my cock.”
The more he encouraged me the more I attacked every bit of shit. It looked beautiful, especially in the last reddish orange rays of the sun.
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me passionately. “I can’t believe I found you.”
“I’m awfully glad you did.”
“I want to fuck your shitty ass.”
“Anything you want, Daddy.”
He laid me on my back on his picnic table. He shoved his cock into the shit in my diaper. He moaned with pleasure as he entered my boy pussy gently. I screamed, not with pain but with utter pleasure. Gently at first, he started to burrow into me. Shit was oozing out of my ass. He reached in and scooped a large turd. He pushed it into my mouth and we shared it as he kissed me. His thrusts became harder and deeper. His thighs smacked against my shit laden ass cheeks. I moaned with pure pleasure as he kept going faster.
Suddenly he shouted, “I’m going to shoot.” He yanked his cock out of my ass, pulled me around and jammed it into my mouth and began to fuck it. It took just seconds.”Fuck!” he shouted as he exploded.
His cum gushed out. The taste of his cum and my shit so incredible I almost cried. I loved every part of it. I finished it off making sure his cock was completely clean.
“Wow!” He said with a loud sigh as he lay on me catching his breath. “You really like eating shit, don’t you?”
“I want to eat yours.”
He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair and then playfully slapped me.
I thanked him for the slap.
“Give me a moment. I’m kind of spent.” After a moment he sat up. “Lie flat on your back.”
I did.
He crouched over me spread his large bubble ass exposing his asshole. It had no hair and was smooth and inviting. He shoved his rosebud asshole against my lips. I kissed it tenderly. It had a musky and shitty smell. I cried in ecstasy as I sucked and licked the sour and bitter hole until it was tasteless and clean. I kissed it again and pushed my finger in. It was packed.
“Want me to shit in your mouth?”
“Please, Daddy,” I said as I licked and kissed his beautiful rosebud asshole. I kissed it. Sucked on it. Licked all around it. It was overwhelming and hard for me to believe I had actually met this wonderful man.
“Come on, Baby Boy, suck hard.”
I sucked as hard as I could, all the while begging him to give it to me. I worked his beautiful hole with my tongue as I sucked.
“Suck hard, Shit Baby.”
I moaned with pleasure as his rosebud began to pucker and spread like soft lips. I licked it hungrily tasting the bitter sourness of his shit. He let a fart in my mouth. I moaned. My tongue went over every part of his puckering asshole. I attacked that wonderful manhole until a brown turd began to crown. I sucked harder and I couldn't help moaning. I licked and kissed the tip of a warm bitter large brown turd as it pushed its way out slowly. I sucked on that wonderful warm brown mass as it entered my mouth. I let it fall on my chest. I smeared it all over my breasts and belly. I went back for more.
“I want to do something.” He held his hand under his asshole and dropped a turd in it. “I want to watch you eat it out of my hand, Baby.” He dropped a large turd in it. “Come on, Baby. Eat it for Daddy.”
I ate it slowly out of his hand, moaning and whimpering the whole time. I was so overwhelmed that this wonderful man wanted me that tears streamed out of my eyes.
“You okay?” He asked very tenderly.
“I’ve wanted this for so long. I never thought I’d find a man like you who is so incredibly beautiful.”
I was in love. I went back to sucking on his large beautiful ass. A large turd crowned spreading his asshole again, it fell on my chest. I smeared some of it on my chest and on his dick and balls. I licked and sucked it off his huge manhood. He let out another turd in his hand and smeared it on my face. I sucked and licked his dick. He began to moan. I sucked and sucked on it until he exploded. His cum shot into my mouth. The taste of his shit and cum sent me to such ecstasy I couldn’t believe it. I sucked until the cream stopped flowing. Then I drank his piss to wash it all down.
He held me as I used his shit to jack off. As I came close to exploding I moaned. He kissed me. When I let loose, he took my load in his mouth that seemed to flow and flow. When it finally ebbed and stopped, he kissed me and held me tight. We made out some more and he fucked me. Shit would never be the same again; it was something to treasure and look forward to coming from Daddy’s asshole. I loved each time I ate his shit from his hole or out of his hand. I loved having his shit smeared on me, it always gave me an incredibly calm and happy feeling.
He gave me a bath and drove me back to the cinema parking lot. After he drove off it hit me, I didn’t know his name, nor did I get his phone number. I was so excited to be with him I didn’t pay attention how we got to his house. My heart was breaking. I remembered he lived somewhere around Clay Center.
The next day, frustrated and desperate, I drove around Clay Center, Genoa, Curtis, Elmore and Fremont trying to find that driveway lined with trees that lead to his white board gate. I had no luck. Depressed, I camped out in the cinema parking lot, hoping he’d show up. I sat on the hood of my car and waited.
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There were added pages I had for gotten about. Here they are:
A COUPLE OF NIGHTS LATER
He drove into the parking let and blew the horn. My heart was jumping. I waved and he stopped in front of me. My heart pounded, I couldn’t stop smiling.
I walked to his car all excited and hoping he came there to find me. He rolled the window down and grabbed my arm. “I was hoping you’d be here.”
I was so glad he came to look for me. “I was afraid I lost you.”
He shoved a piece of paper in my shirt pocket. “My phone number and address. Make sure I get yours. Now follow me home. I’ haven't taken a shit since yesterday and have been holding it for you. I hope you want it.”
“Yes, please!”
As I followed him to his house, I memorized every road, every turn and every landmark. His shit load was huge. I began to realize how devoted to him I was as I lay in the grass while he shit in my mouth and on my face and chest. He fed nearly all of it to me. Another time, he invited me to his house for dinner. There was a single plate on the dining room table. He squat over it and shit in it and made me eat all of it and lick the plate clean. I did it because I was deeply in love with him and gladly devoted myself to whatever he needed and wanted sexually. The more he humiliated me sexually, the more devoted I’d be to him, and themore he spanked me, or slapped me around, the more I’d be devoted to him.
Eventually, we converted a room in his basement that was dedicated to shit play. It was easy to clean up and clean ourselves in. It had a bench where he could lay on his back with his legs hoisted that gave me easy access to his ass and the shit I wanted so badly. It also had a hole he could shit through, and land on me while I was tied spread out beneath it.
Sometimes, he wouldn’t wash his feet for days. They’d reek and he’d make me beg for them, which I always did. Sometimes, he’d call me to give him a blow job, or lick his ass clean after he took a shit. We continued to see each other, although sporadically. I’d often called him and to see if he wanted a blow job before he went to his office. Or I’d call and beg him to shit on me. When he did, I’d spread and smear his shit all over me and lay there with the most incredible feeling of contentment and bliss. Eventually, he began to put a collar on my and walk me around his house on all fours like a dog. Then he held me tight by the leash as I licked his armpits, feet, shitty ass or swallowed his piss, I truly felt like I belonged to him. I always washed his cum and shit down with his piss. The worse he treated me the more I fell in love with him.
One night, we were doing nothing more than we're making love. I was on my back and he was fucking me. When he shot his load in me and I grabbed him and pulled his lips to mine. Breathlessly, I told him I was in love with him.
Bam! You would have thought I dropped a bomb. He didn’t respond. He said nothing.
“Did you hear me?” I asked desperately.
He was cool and very distant. “Yeah, I heard you. That’s not possible.” He began to get dressed.
“I’m sorry.”
He continued getting dressed.
“Spank me. Hit me. It’s okay, I’m really sorry.”
He left without saying or doing anything else. That really hurt. My heart broke and I wept like a baby. For days, I was a blithering mess.
EPILOGUE
I hadn’t heard from him in weeks. Then, one time he called to have me eat his shit, and drink his piss. I did whatever else he wanted hoping it would reignite our relationship. But afterward, I’d end up crying because it didn’t. Another time, I was desperate and called and beg him to feed me. He came over. The first thing he did when he came through the door was to order me to strip. I did and then he smacked me hard across the face and grabbed me by the hair. He shoved me into the bathroom and forced me onto the floor. He told me he hadn’t shit in days. He didn’t get undressed, he just dropped his pants and underwear, squatted over me and shoved his ass in my face and emptied it all over my face and chest. He made me eat it. Then he shot a huge load in my mouth and emptied his bladder.
I was hoping he finally felt the same about me as I did about him. But he stood up, bent over and told me to clean his asshole with my tongue. Then he told me to pull off his shoes and socks and he ordered me to lick his smelly feet clean which I did gladly. He shot another large load in my mouth, as well as piss. He held me by the chin and stared into my teary eyes.
“A cry baby faggot pig.” He shook his head and said. “I’d admit, I like you as my pig, but that only means I get turned on when you’re covered and stink from shit. Yours or mine. Face it, you’re a tall turd, a fucking toilet. Do you really think I could love a pile of shit like you?”
“Just let me be your toilet. You don’t have to love me. Please, Daddy.”
He stared at me, shook his head and grabbed me by the hair. He shoved his cock in my mouth. “Drink it all, that’s the last you’re getting.” He emptied his bladder, it was all I could do to keep with it, but I swallowed every drop. He pulled up his underwear and pants, and walked to the bathroom door. “I’m not going to say I’ll see you, because I’m not. And don’t call me.”
He dragged his finger through the shit on my forehead and pushed it into my mouth and walked out of the bathroom, and I heard him close the front door. I fell on the floor sobbing. I didn’t want to cum, or bathe or even shower. I just wanted what was left of his shit and piss still on me. It meant he was still with me. Soon, however, I began to belch up shit, I became desperately ill, and had to call into work sick for three days. But, still, I wanted him back, At the time, I would have begged him to do it all again. Even if it meant getting as sick as I got.
A few months later he called me to tell me he was moving to Florida. He asked to come over, I hesitated but agreed. He came over, but it wasn’t the same. It was one thing to live in this depraved fantasy with him, but another thing for him try to make it an actual lifestyle. His abuse had become genuine. There was no love in it as he hit me very hard, as opposed to the slaps that were symbolic and didn’t really hurt. His shit it revolted me. He kept slapping me very hard, until I hit him back and shouted for him to stop it. He was stunned. I felt a bitterness I never thought I could feel toward him.
“To think how much I wanted to be with you,” I told him as I tears rolled down my cheeks. “I loved you, and devoted myself to your needs and your whims. I craved your shit and piss, your sweaty armpits and stinky feet.”
He stared at me coldly. “You going to start crying again? A shit eating pussy pig.”
“Go to hell, you asshole. Get out!”
I never saw him again. Despite how I felt about him, he made me realize how I want a man who’ll understand why, as his pig, it’s a real honor for me to serve him when ne allows me to clean his smelly armpits and feet, eat his shit, swallow his piss and gulp down his cum. And who’ll appreciate me when prostrate myself, when I bow down, kiss his feet and beg for more, and know that through all that, he must love me. And for me to be really devoted, I must love him.
THE MAN IN LINE
BY AULDEPIG