This story depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of watersports, raunch and scat. If you are underage or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further.
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When I woke up, I was confused. What had happened here? Why was I asleep on the tile floor in my entryway? As the fog began to lift in my mind, it all started to rush back to me... the cop... the carpenter being... nice to me? The more I thought about his actions, the stranger I felt. I never thought I would feel any emotion for him, given his cold use of my mouth as a bathroom fixture. And I certainly never thought I would feel anything resembling emotion or caring from him! Honestly, this was way too much for me to deal with at the moment. I needed to clear my head.
I walked out to the patio and to the edge of the pool. I dove into the cool water and allowed myself to drift to the surface at the other side of the pool. I took a deep breath and submerged again to swim back to the opposite side. After a few underwater laps, I surfaced and floated on my back, allowing my arms and legs to float, just keeping my face above the level of the water. I floated there with my eyes closed just relaxing and letting my mind drift.
Suddenly my mouth started filling with liquid. I sputtered and spit until I realized it was piss. But whose? As I turned to the direction I thought it was coming from, I was blinded by the spray hitting me in the eyes.
"Open your fuckin' mouth fag," I heard, recognizing Joe's voice.
As soon as I knew what was happeining, I opened my mouth and drank down the rest of his piss. It tasted like he had been drinking beer all evening. As his stream ended, he shook his dick and said, "Get over here fag."
I quickly dunked my head under to wash the remaining piss out of my eyes and paddled over to the edge where he was standing.
"You get used today fag?" he asked. I nodded. "You got another man's spunk up in you?" I nodded again, not telling him about the piss that was probably still in there too. "Well, get out here."
I climbed the egde of the pool and suddenly felt really naked in front of this man. I followed as he walked around the edge of the pool to the lounge chairs.
"Get up on your hands and knees," he ordered pointing to the lounge chair. I did.
He walked over to the hook that the water hose was hanging from and took the free end, turning the water on to a medium flow, not full pressure, but enough that I was worried about what was coming next. He walked up beside the lounge chair and pushed my face down to the seat.
"Spread 'em." He ordered.
I reached back and spread my cheeks, revealing my abused pucker. He spit onto his hand and roughly spread it into my hole. He used two fingers to pry open my shitter and I felt a warm liquid trickle down my inner thigh.
"Is that piss?" He asked.
"Yes." I said.
"Nasty toilet fag," he said, as if to himself, "don't move."
He walked away and returned a few minutes later from my house with a large pitcher. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off of the lounge. He forced me into a squatting position over the pitcher.
"Get it out of there." he demanded.
I pushed and at first I didn't think there was much in there. Boy was I wrong! I felt the trickle of piss begin and it quickly became a gusher. I definitely felt a few chunks of turd in there too. After I was done, I looked up at him. He nodded toward the lounge chair again and I returned to my previous position. Again he rubbed my asshole and picked up the hose and washed my entire backside down with it. The water was pretty cold, but I liked the feeling of my ass being hosed off like that. Then he jammed the end of the hose into my asshole. The flow of water immediately began to stretch my bowels.
"Tell me when it's enough." he ordered.
I waited a few seconds and then said. "Now."
He let the water flow a little more and I thought I was going to burst. Finally he pulled the hose free and slapped my hole.
"Shut it!" He demanded.
I clamped down on the water and held it in.
"Now crawl out into the grass and piss like a dog." He said.
I crawled down from the lounge and into the grassy area near the pool. I lifted my leg and was about to release the enema when he smacked my ass with his hand.
"You stupid fuckin' fag, you ain't no boy dog!" He laughed at me. "Squat like the bitch you are."
I quickly rose into a squatting position with my hands still on the grass. I looked up at him and he nodded. I felt the water begin to gush out of my stretched bowels. It felt so nice letting the water flow out of me. After I was done, he walked away toward the lounge chair again. I followed.
"Up!" he said.
I climbed back into the position from before. Again, he jammed the hose back in my ass.
"Tell me when it's enough," he said.
"Now," I replied, not making the mistake I had made earlier.
Again, he waited about 30 seconds more and pulled the hose out.
"Stay," he ordered and walked away.
He was gone for probably 5 minutes, but with my cramping belly full of cold water, it seemed like a lifetime. He came back from his house carrying a cardboard box. He opened it and pulled out a dog collar and a leash. I could see where this was going. Sure enough, he put the collar around my neck and then snapped the leash into place. He tugged on the collar and and I followed him into the grassy area. He stopped and I got into the squatting positon as I had before. He looked down at me and nodded. Again I released my bowels like the bitch he was making me into.
After I was done, he walked me back over to the lounge. This time though, he sat down on the chair, unclipped the leash and reached into the box. He pulled out a well worn tennis ball that had probably been used by a dog he used to own. He tossed it into the yard.
"Get it girl!" He said to me.
I looked at him as if to say, "please don't make me do this," but finally turned and crawled and picked up the ball in my mouth, trying not to think of where it had been. I crawled back to him and he had taken a beer from the box and popped it open. He had laid back in the lounge, drinking his beer and when I dropped the ball beside him, he threw it again. We played fetch several more times and finally he dropped the ball back into the box.
"Good girl." He said, patting me on the head. "You want a treat?"
I nodded, sticking my tongue out and panting.
"You want a bone?" He asked.
Again, I nodded licking my lips and panting some more. He reached in his box and pulled out a vibrator with a dildo sheath. He held it up above my head and obviously expected me to beg for it. I didn't. He gave me a stern look and held the dildo above my head again. I just looked at him. The he smacked me on the side of the face with it. He wanted me to know that he meant business. Finally I opened my mouth and panted looking up at the dildo and begging for it. Finally he put the thing in my mouth sideways like a dog would chew on a bone. I am sure I looked a little unhappy about it.
"Oh, does it taste like the cunt who left it at my place?" He asked in the baby talk you'd use on a dog. Then he took it out of my mouth, used it to stir up the pitcher full of my ass contents and put it back into my mouth. "There, that probably tastes more like something you're used to. Chew on it like a good bitch."
I kneeled there on all fours, with a dirty stinking dildo in my mouth, chewing on it as he just watched.
"Good girl." he said patting me on the head again. "Hungry?"
I nodded cautiously, a little concerned about what he had in mind.
He reached back into the box and pulled out a large steel dog dish. He set it on the ground and stood up. He pulled off his gym shorts and squatted over the bowl. He farted and I caught a whiff of it on the air. Then his turd started to drop out and coil around in the bowl. Finally he pinched it off and stood up, bent at the waist and pointed his ass at me.
"Lick, bitch," he said.
I stuck my face into his ass and started to lick him clean. He wiggled his ass a litte bit and obviously was turned on by what he was making me do. Finally he stood up and turned to face me.
"Dinnertime!" He said.
I crawled toward the bowl and looked down at it. I had eaten several shitloads by this point, but they had always been fresh out of a hot man's ass. At least there was a sexual energy that made me able to do that most disgusting and degrading act. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes not to have to do this.
"What's the matter girl?" He asked. "Don't you like the dinner I made for you? Oh I forgot to make the gravy... Sorry girl." And with that, he took the pitcher and poured the carpenters piss and cum into the bowl from the pitcher. "That better?"
I put my face down to the bowl and tentatively sniffed it. Then I put my tongue out and licked the surface of the "food." Satisfied that I was doing what he said, he walked around behind me. I felt him spit onto my asshole and he placed his cock at the opening to my shit chute.
"You better eat fast, cause if there's anything left in the bowl when I cum, you won't like the punishment!" He said.
With that, he jammed his cock into my asshole in one swift stroke. I gasped and as he started his fucking motion, I realized that he was probably not gonna last long. I started licking and slurping the contents of the bowl in earnest. The cold piss and his stinky shit were a little too much for me to handle, but I managed to choke it down. I was nearing the bottom of the bowl when he started to quicken his pace. I was gonna beat him! I licked the bowl clean as he started slamming my ass hard. He was shaking me pretty violently with his thrusts and the piss, cum and shit were sloshing around in my belly. I was getting nauseous. Fuck, I wish he'd just cum! As if on cue, he did, blasting my insides with a huge load. But the fucking didn't end fast enough, I felt my belly spasm and a gush of shit and piss puke decided it wasn't staying in. I barfed it back into the bowl.
"Oh, looks like you didn't finish before me," he said coming around to my head, that was now hanging low. I just looked up at him, wondering what my punishment was gonna be. How could he do anything worse to me?
He took the dildo back out of the box and shoved it into my abused asshole. He twisted it around a little and pulled it back out. He sat back down on the lounge chair and held the cum covered dong over my face. I opened my mouth and he placed it inside.
"Be in the toilet tomorrow at 5:00 for your punishment." He said as he stood up, pulled on his shorts and walked out the gate and back to his house.